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slytherinbarnes · 4 years ago

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Sub Rosa [51]

vi. we will rise

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: angst, language, fighting, death, violence, sad goodbyes, blood and a v bloody death.

Summary: an important trip to deliver the last few barrels of hydrazine to becca’s island is met with some unexpected challenges.

a/n: the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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March 20th, 2150; Arkadia (what’s left of it)

It’s late, or early, depending on how you look at it, when Kane pulls you, Bellamy, Clarke, and Monty into the Chancellor’s office for a quick update. “Most of the fire is out, and we’ve salvaged what we can. Monty, I need you to run diagnostics and do a damage check on all of Alpha Station, report back to me in the morning.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Griffin girls and Bellamy, I need the three of you to get some rest, because when daylight breaks, I'm sending the three of you out.”

“To do what?”

“Abby radioed. They discovered that Becca went to space to make Nightblood, because the lack of gravity helps everything to bind properly. Becca has a rocket in the lab, and they need all of the hydrazine we have to get that rocket into the air and back down again with the Nightblood solution. I need the three of you to deliver that hydrazine.”

All three of you nod in agreement, and he gives a single resolute nod. “Good. Now get some rest, I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“See you then.”

The three of you leave the office in a quiet group, silently walking back towards your rooms. Luckily, your room and Clarke’s are among the ones spared by the fire, though others weren’t so lucky. You feel guilt at the thought of walking back to your room and sleeping in your bed while others can't, but the soreness in your legs and feet prevents you from thinking about it much further. When you reach the junction in the hall that takes you your separate ways, Clarke pulls you into a hug and whispers, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me too.”

She smiles at you both before turning and heading down the hall towards her room, and Bellamy reaches out for your hand and intertwines your fingers before leading you back to your shared quarters. The smell of smoke lingers in the air, despite sustaining no damage, reminding you of the blow you all received. You trudge into the room, exhausted, and as soon as Bellamy closes the door behind you, the weight of the world comes crashing down on you. Your near death experience, the realization that you’re a killer, the loss of Alpha Station's safety from the death wave, it all weighs down on you, and you drop to your knees.

The tears are falling from your face before your knees even make contact with the ground, and Bellamy is at your side in a flash. He doesn't say anything as a sob breaks free from your chest, he just pulls you into his arms and rubs comforting circles onto your back as he hums Clair de lune.

You stay like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms on the floor of your home, crying for everything that happened today, yesterday, the week before, while on the ground, up in space. You cry until you’re utterly exhausted, slumped over in Bellamy’s grip, ready to fall asleep right then and there. But Bellamy, ever caring, doesn't allow that. He carries you over to the bed and sits you on the edge, before kneeling down in front of you to rid you of your boots. He tosses them to the side, before walking to your storage area and grabbing one of his spare shirts. He comes back to you and pulls off your jacket and then your shirt, before tugging his shirt down and over your head, wrapping you in his comforting scent. Then he gently eases you backwards and shimmies your pants down your legs, leaving you in peak comfort.

He quickly undresses down to his underwear before sliding into the bed beside you, tucking both of you under the blanket until you’re wrapped inside a cocoon of comfort. He turns until he’s facing you, his mouth lifting at the corners as he takes you in. Despite your swollen eyes and tear stained face, despite the quiet sniffles that slip from you, he whispers, “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. That’s probably the first thing I ever noticed about you.”

Your nose scrunches, disbelieving, “Really?”

“Really. That and your strength. When I saw you in the hallway with Shumway that day, I could tell you were scared, but you didn't let that stop you. You took your fear and turned it into strength, and used it as a weapon against him.”

You feel yourself melt a little, and he reaches up and pushes back the hair around your face. “I’ll always be in awe of the anger you possess. I don't know how so much anger can exist in one person, but even when it was directed at me, I was always in awe of the electric energy that seems to reside within you. And despite having all that anger, you’re one of the kindest people I have ever known. It would be so easy for you to let your anger rule you until you are nothing but sharp edges and harsh words, but you don’t. You manage to see the good in everyone, even when they're trying to kill you.”

You shake your head. “Not with Pike.”

“That’s because he threatened your family, and that's an entirely different story. You’re loyal and fiercely protective over the ones you love. I pity anyone who threatens your family, because I know their outcome isn't favorable. Your kindness sometimes allows you to forgive others more than they may deserve, but that ends when it comes to your family.”

“You’re my family.”

He softens at the words, something unfamiliar to him in the last few years, as his family was torn apart. “And you’re mine.”

You smile at him, and he leans forward slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away to look at you again. “My blainen natshana, my protective spitfire, my love, my forever.”

“I love you, Bellamy Blake.”

“I love you more than the stars, in this lifetime, and in the next.”

“Forever.”

Both of you smile at each other, everything okay for a little while. Because for now, you can ignore the impending doom and the desolation of your home, everything blocked out by the strength of Bellamy’s love. You fall asleep smiling at each other, basking in that warmth, at peace and full of love.

Clarke looks at you, a mischievous look on her face, “Put it on.”

You eye the long sleeve top and gray overall dress, the same clothes she wears to school everyday. The clothes you've never been allowed to wear, because you’re not supposed to exist. You stare at your twin, at the missing tooth in the front of her smile, identical to the missing tooth in your own grin. The second Clarke saw the gap in your grin, she messed with her tooth everyday until it was loose enough to pull out, refusing to look any less identical than you do right now. Neither of you know it yet, but as you grow older, you’ll become less and less identical. Enough similarities remain that some people know, right off the bat, and some people only guess because they’ve heard the stories. But right now, in your youth, in the time before anything seems serious, you look like copies of each other. Any differences you have right now are so subtle, no one could tell the difference.

Which is exactly why Clarke is holding her school clothes out to you. “Just one day, la lune! You’ll get to see the Ark and meet Wells. It’s field trip day today, and we’re going on a tour of the ship, so no one will be paying any attention to you.”

“But then you’ll miss out on the field trip.”

“I’ve seen everything already, but you haven’t. You deserve to see the Ark.”

You eye the clothes again, before taking them from her grip. She gives you a triumphant smile as you dress quickly, and she changes into your clothes as soon as you’re out of them. Then she helps you braid your hair before turning you around to look at the small mirror you share. “I look just like you.”

Clarke laughs, loud and bright, her joy always so infectious. “Of course you do, we’re twins.”

You give her an annoyed look. “I know, but mom and dad can still tell us apart. Maybe this will actually fool them.”

“Stop worrying, this is foolproof.”

You start to counter her argument, but your mom bursts into the room, waving her hand towards you frantically. “Clarke, why aren't you out here, honey? We’re going to be late.”

“Sorry mom.”

You walk towards her, waiting for her to notice that you’re not Clarke, but she never does. She takes your hand when you reach her, and leads you straight through the living room and to the front door. Once you’re out in the hall, her hand doesn't drop yours, and you relish in this small moment with your mother. Something so common for Clarke, because this is a walk they take together everyday, but so rare for you. You turn and look at every surrounding as you walk by, but you stop when your mom tugs on your hand and asks, “What’s wrong with you today?”

You don't get to answer, because a man turns the corner and starts walking down the hall, and your mom stiffens at the sight of him. She freezes in place when he stops in front of her. “Abby.”

“Marcus. Heading to the meeting?”

“Yes. Are you?”

She motions towards you. “I have to drop Clarke off first, and then I’ll be right there. If I’m a little late, start without me.”

“I’ll pass the message along.” The man, Marcus, turns his attention to you. “Clarke, I heard there’s a field trip today, a tour of the Ark and its jobs?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m sure you’re looking forward to seeing the Medical Facility, since Abby here says you want to be a doctor.”

“I don’t want to be a doctor.” You pull a face and add, “Besides, I want to see the library.”

Marcus gives you a weird look, and you feel your mother turn towards you sharply, and only then do you realize your mistake. Clarke does want to be a doctor like your mom, and right now, you’re supposed to be Clarke. Your mother gives Marcus a polite smile. “I’ll see you at the meeting.”

She pulls you around him, practically dragging you down the hall, until she reaches an abandoned corridor. And then she drops to her knees in front of you, reaching out and tugging the chain from under your shirt, exposing the small moon charm that hangs there. She whispers your name in disbelief, and she is livid as she looks at you. “What are you doing?”

“Clarke said I should get to see the Ark. I just wanted to explore, that’s all.”

Someone walks down the hall, past you and your mother, and your mom eyes them warily before standing and leading you straight back home. As soon as the door is closed behind her, she storms to the bedroom and grabs your twin, pulling up the sleeve on her wrist and exposing her star bracelet. Clarke’s face falls, knowing that you’re both caught, further confirming your mother’s suspicions. She leads you both to the couch and points at it angrily, before whisper yelling, “What were the two of you thinking? Do you know how dangerous it is for the two of you to switch places? We have talked about this before, if anyone finds out that you’re twins, our family will be punished. They will kill me, they will kill your dad, and they lock the two of you up, separating you.”

Your lip starts to quiver, upset that your mother is yelling at you, but horrified at the thought that you would be separated from your twin. Clarke experiences the same horror, because she tugs you into her arms, and starts to cry. “No, no, no, they can't take her from me!”

Your mom looks at Clarke in surprise, as she rarely has emotional outbursts, and she starts to soften, realizing she may have been too hard on the two of you. As you cling onto Clarke and she clings to you, your mother drops down in front of you, and puts a hand on each of your cheeks. “I know that it’s difficult that one of you gets to leave and the other can't. Me and your father try to keep things as even as we can with you two, but one of you will always be the twin that gets to go outside and meet people, and one of you will always be the invisible twin.”

She turns to look at Clarke. “Clarke, I know that you always want to fix things, and make your sister’s life better, but there are some things she won't get to experience, and there are some things you can't fix.”

She turns her gaze towards you. “I’m so sorry that you don't get to experience the world the same way that Clarke does. Maybe your father can figure something out and take you on a tour of the ship. Until then, the two of you need to be there for each other. Share your hardships, and give each other strength when you’re having a hard time, because you’re stronger together.”

“I’m sorry, mommy.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry too.”

“I know you are. Now, go switch clothes. Clarke, I want you at that door in two minutes. Don't make me come get you this time.”

It’s still early when you wake, the light of the morning barely kissing the horizon, and Bellamy is already awake when you pull your eyes open to the hungry world. You both get ready in quiet contentment, tossing things into your packs and dressing in an easy silence, your words from last night still hanging in the air. When both of you are ready and standing by the door, Bellamy turns to look at you. “If you’re not up for today, I can take the hydrazine by myself.”

You shake your head and press a quick kiss to his lips. “No need, I’m okay.”

He nods before leading you out the door and straight to the Chancellor’s office. You and Bellamy get there before Roan does, but Monty and Kane are already there and waiting when you arrive. As soon as you step in the door, Kane motions the two of you over, his voice dropping to a whisper. “The hydrazine is being loaded now, but before you leave, you need to hear this. Roan sent most of his army back to Polis to keep the peace now that the secret of Praimfaya is out, but on the way there, many have deserted the army and taken to burning Trikru villages to the ground. Your journey today will take you right through some of those territories, and it’ll likely be dangerous.”

You and Bellamy exchange a worried look, but the conversation is stopped from going any further when Roan steps into the room. You nod at each other in greeting, and everyone gathers around the table covered in maps, notes, and schematics, and Kane nods at Monty to begin. “Clarke said to get started without her since I already passed along this update. Sectors, 3, 4, and 5 sustained the worst damage. We lost the server room, all of our processors and life support systems, and half of our living quarters. Now, backup power will keep the lights on at night in the rooms that survived, but we'll have no heat or running water. And no way to restore it or reseal the ship before the radiation gets here.”

You shake your head, the extent of the destruction hitting you hard, despite the things you've had to endure on the Ark, both when it was in the sky and on the ground. You stare at the map of Alpha Station, and the big blocks of red that now cover most of the map, signaling their damage. “Is there any good news?”

Kane sighs, looking up from the same map you’re staring at. “Well, no one died.”

Clarke walks into the room just then, smiling at you in greeting before stopping beside Kane. “Forget the Ark, it was never gonna save us all anyway. We need to focus our resources on the Nightblood solution. Is the fuel loaded?”

Bellamy gives her a serious look. “It's in process, but, Clarke, it isn't gonna be an easy ride.”

“What don't I know?”

You all turn to Roan, knowing that the danger stems from Ice Nation, and he sighs, “With the secret of Praimfaya out, I sent Echo and my army back to Polis to keep the peace.”

“That's good. We need peace to distribute the cure.”

“More than half of them deserted on the way. With the end coming, they want to be home. I don't blame them.”

Bellamy quips, “Do you blame them for burning Trikru villages as they go?”

Roan gives him a sarcastic smile. “That's funny, coming from you.”

“Enough.” Kane looks between the two men, letting them know this is not the time. “We know the woods are a war zone. And after the attack on Ilian this morning, I can't spare many of the guards to protect you.”

Roan shrugs, “My security detail can protect us.”

“Thank you, that's very generous.”

“We are all in this together now.” Roan looks you all over once, before he turns to leave, signaling the end of the meeting. Kane glances between you and Clarke, and asks, “Can I talk to you two?”

You both nod, and you turn your gaze to Bellamy, who smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I'm gonna check on Octavia before we go. I’ll meet you at the truck.”

You nod, and as soon as he clears the room, with Monty right behind him, Kane turns to look between you. “I'm going with you.”

You and Clarke are already disagreeing before he even gets all the words out, both of you shaking your heads to let him know this isn't the right idea. “You can’t.”

“I'm the Chancellor.”

“That's why you can't.” You push the map of Alpha Station, mostly covered in red now, towards him, reminding him. “After everything that happened this morning, our people need you here, now more than ever. I know you're worried about our mother.”

“She's going into space...in a 100 year old rocket. Do you have any idea how many things could go wrong?”

Clarke takes over, more knowledgeable about the discussions from Becca’s Island. “Raven says the rocket's intact. She'd like a little more fuel, but as long as we get her what we've got, she said she'll get them both back down safely. Look, we have to try.”

You reach out and squeeze his arm. “I'll send her your love.”

He smiles at you, nodding in thanks. “Yes, please do that. And I'll make sure there's something left to save...when all of you get home.”

He reaches out and hugs Clarke, who seems surprised by the gesture at first, but eventually hugs him back, finding comfort in him. You watch them with a smile, and he reaches out for you once he pulls away from her. You hug him back just as fiercely as he hugs you, your connection to Kane much deeper than Clarke’s, considering the few near death experiences you’ve both shared. He pulls back and looks at both of you in admiration. “I know your father would be so proud of you both.”

You both smile at him, the mention of your dad making you a little teary eyed. He smiles back, before remembering the time sensitive journey ahead of you, and he motions towards the door. “Go. Radio when you make it.”

“Will do.”

You follow Clarke out the door as she leads you to the mini caravan set up for your journey. She glances at you as you walk that way, before turning to look back in the direction of the Chancellor’s office. “Do you think Kane is good for her? Mom, I mean.”

“I think so.” You think of all the comfort he offered her in the chaos of Pike’s Arkadia. “He’s come a long way since landing down here a few months ago. He’s definitely not the man he was on the Ark.”

“I can definitely agree with that.” She nods to someone in the distance, and you follow her gaze to the Ice Nation King. You still feel a little anger at him for taking you hostage, but it’s overshadowed by the importance of your trip today. Clarke nods towards the vehicles. “We’re going to lead the way in the Rover. You and your men will ride in back with the fuel.”

One of Roan’s men, who is lingering nearby, overhears this and immediately protests. “The King of Azgeda follows no one.”

Roan turns to the man, pacifying him. “It's all right, Seiku. Best we stay out of sight for now.”

He heeds the king’s words and steps away slightly, but his gaze is locked on you and Clarke, eyes hard and angry. You get the distinct feeling that you wouldn't want to cross him in a fight. Before he turns his gaze away from you, he growls, “Wanheda and Wanlida.”

You turn and look at him in confusion, the second time you’ve heard that name, and it takes you a second to realize that it’s a nickname, and it’s been given to you. Based on the tone he said it in, you don't think it's a compliment. You turn to Roan, brows lifting, asking him to translate, but the moment is ended by Bellamy's approach. “It’s time to go.”

You look at him, the tension in his jaw and shoulders, the hurt expression on his face, and you gather his goodbye to Octavia didn't go well. He doesn’t give you time to question him because he continues his stormy walk to the rover, and he is quickly replaced by Monty, who is now jumping out of the truck loaded with the fuel, and headed your way.

“All set?”

He nods, “Locked and loaded. I do, however, feel the need to reiterate: you're about to drive the last 10 barrels of hydrazine known to man, a cargo which Raven needs every last drop of, through hostile territory, packed with warring clans, over uneven roads, where one serious bump could cause an explosion that would not only kill all of you, but would wipe out mankind's only remaining chance for survival.”

You glare at him. “Comforting.”

Roan muses, “What could possibly go wrong?”

You and Clarke exchange quick goodbyes with Monty before helping to load Roan and his men into the back of the truck with the hydrazine. Before you turn away, Roan grabs your arm and mutters, “Wait.”

You look at him, and he reaches into his jacket, pulling out a knife, situated inside a thigh holster. You smile at it, forgetting that it was in Echo’s possession last, and Roan hands it to you. “Echo said this belongs to you.”

“It does, thank you.”

He nods at you and then releases his hold on your arm before stepping away from you, deeper into the truck. You nod at Clarke and the two of you head to the rover, where she jumps into the back and you jump into the passenger seat. Bellamy turns to you, expression expectant. “Ready?”

“Good to go.”

He starts the rover and directs it towards the camp’s exit, pulling away from your home and leading you towards possible salvation. As he maneuvers through the woods, you watch him closely, not missing the way his hands keep fidgeting on the wheel. Your voice drops low, trying to keep the conversation as private as possible. “Is it Octavia?”

“Keep your eyes on the trees.”

You ignore the attitude in his voice, knowing it’s not meant for you. “She hasn't forgiven you, has she?”

His jaw clenches, answering the question for you, and you glance back at Clarke, remembering the tense relationship you had with your twin when you landed on the ground. “Relationships don't fix themselves overnight. It’ll take time.”

“We don't have much of that left now, do we?” You shrug, knowing he’s right, but also knowing he can't force Octavia’s forgiveness. You open your mouth to share that with him, but the thought dies out as the rover turns the corner, revealing a group of Trikru members standing in the middle of the path. Bellamy lifts the radio to contact the truck of fuel behind you. “We got a situation, looks like a Trikru checkpoint. Stay alert, show no weapons. Keep your passengers on ice.”

“Copy.”

Clarke leans forward, between you and Bellamy, peering out the windshield at the group. “Wait, it's not a checkpoint. They have wounded.”

And before either of you can say anything to her, she turns and jumps out of the back of the truck, leaving you and Bellamy staring after her, dumbfounded. You turn and meet each other’s eyes, and he gives you an exasperated look. You nod in return, waving him off. “I know, I know. I’ll go get her.”

You hop out of the rover after her, while Bellamy updates the other vehicle, and you jog to catch up with your twin. As the two of you approach, a man turns and looks your way, running over to the two of you, looking pleased to see you both. “Wanheda. Wanlida.”

Same nickname. Said with a lot less hatred though. Clarke nods to the group. “What happened here?”

“Azgeda burned our village to the ground. My father caught an ax with his leg, and we can't stop the bleeding.”

The man motions towards the bleeding man on the ground, and as you and Clarke walk that way, you hear the door of the rover close, indicating that Bellamy is out of the vehicle and heading your way. Clarke bends down and inspects the wound, and you feel a hand at the small of your back, Bellamy, letting you know he's right behind you. It only takes a second for Clarke to realize that the femoral artery has been cut, and there’s nothing she can do to save him. She turns to look at you, expression grave, but then you see her eyes widen slightly at something behind you.

You turn and follow her gaze to a young Trikru boy, standing beside the fuel truck, looking up at the drivers. Clarke abruptly turns and looks at the man who greeted you. “I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do.”

Bellamy motions towards the Trikru men still spread out along the road, blocking your exit. “Think maybe you can clear the road?”

“Everyone, move!” The man follows you as you all hurry back to the rover, eager to get away from them before they realize their enemy is in the back of your second truck. “If you're headed to Polis, we could use a ride.”

Clarke scrambles into the back, shutting the door behind her, and you slide into the passenger seat quickly. Bellamy, however, is reaching for the door handle when he replies, “We're not headed to Polis.”

“Broadleaf and Plains Riders are moving against Azgeda, we want in.”

Bellamy ignores him, yelling to the kid who has now inched dangerously close to the back of the fuel truck. “Hey, kid, get away from there!”

The boy puts his hands up in surrender, taking a step backwards as he does, his eyes now falling on Roan and his men in the back of the truck. He immediately takes off running, screaming as he does, “Azgeda! Azgeda!”

“No!” Bellamy yanks the door open and scrambles inside, yelling, “Damn it!”

He puts the car in drive and takes off without a second thought, pushing his way through the people who have tried to gather in the road again. Arrows whiz past your vehicle as you make a hasty getaway, and there's nothing any of you can do but hope that the hydrazine is safe as you barrel through the woods as fast as you can.

Bellamy pushes the rover as fast as he can, trying to put as much distance that he can between you and the Trikru warriors. All of you sit in tense silence, the stress of the situation failing to dissipate, even as you reach the edge of the woods. The trees abruptly end and open up into a small, sandy shoreline, a quick moving river flowing in front of you. You and Bellamy exchange a look, knowing it shouldn't be there, before Bellamy radios, “Looks like we got another problem.”

Bellamy stops the vehicle before you all hop out, standing on the river's edge and watching the water move downstream. Clarke shakes her head. “Murphy didn't say anything about a river.”

“What else could go wrong?”

The sound of approaching footsteps in the sand alert you to Roan's presence before his voice does. “Ice melt. I'll find us a place to cross upstream.”

He starts to walk away, but Clarke calls out to him. “Wait, take the Rover. You'll cover more ground, and it'll be safer.”

Bellamy looks over at Roan, and then to Clarke, in disbelief. “With him?”

“We have to get across the river. The rest of us will stay here and guard the fuel.”

Bellamy’s eyes fall to you, and you give him a sassy smile. “You guys could use the bonding time. I’ll stay here, keep everyone out of trouble.”

He looks hesitant, and makes no move towards the rover. You step forward and kiss him, before pushing him away, towards the vehicle. “I”ll be fine. There’s a radio in the truck, I’ll call if we need help.”

He nods, but still seems unconvinced that he should leave you behind. Despite that, he gets inside, and calls out to you through the open window, “We won't be long. Eyes sharp.”

You and Clarke step away from the rover, moving to its other slide to be closer to the fuel truck. From this side, you’re able to see Roan as he moves towards the passenger seat, and when he reaches for the door handle, Seiku calls out to him. “Ai haihefa, osir beda goch yu op.”

My king, we should go with you. Roan shakes his head, turning his full attention to the man. “Non bilaik mou meija kom disha shimon, teik em klir. Emo sentaim.”

Nothing is more important than this cargo, keep it safe. Them too. He says the last words with his eyes locked on you and Clarke, and Seiku nods, accepting the order. And then Roan pulls open the door and slides into the seat beside Bellamy, yanking the door closed again just as the rover starts to drive off. You watch the vehicle until it disappears from your sight, hoping that the two men find a place to cross and they find it fast.

The two guards Kane sent with you spread out, weapons drawn, facing the trees and keeping an eye out for any sign of the Trikru warriors. Clarke walks over to the truck, keeping close to the cargo, while two of Roan’s guards linger nearby, whispering back and forth in Trigedasleng. You linger a few steps away from the truck, closer to the water, watching the river as it rushes nearby, and Roan’s third guard, Seiku, hovers nearby. You can feel his eyes on you, watching you, and feeling brave, you turn to face him. “Wanlida; what does it mean?”

A look flashes across his face, but it happens so fast you're unable to pinpoint what it means. He eyes you for a long time, and you start to turn away, thinking he’s not going to answer, when he replies, “Wanlida, the Bringer of Death.”

“That’s what people call me?”

“Yes. Wanheda commands death, giving the final blow. But you, you bring her to us, to the villages, to the mountain. You lead death straight to us, and she does the rest.”

Azrael and Azazel, twins of death and destruction. Cursed, bringing death wherever you follow. Because wherever you are, Clarke is never far behind. The nickname conflicts you, as you're sure it conflicts others. Some say Wanheda with awe in their voices, some fear, some anger. You imagine that the same conflict remains when they talk about you. The thought of being a killer, a monster, comes back to you again, reminding you of who you’ve become since landing on the ground. Wanlida, the bringer of death. Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sounds of conflict that reach your ears from nearby. Seiku’s too, because both of you turn to face the noise, just in time to watch the two Azgeda guards kill the two Skaikru guards.

Seiku grabs you without warning, and you think he is about to kill you and add your body to the growing pile. Instead, he drags you over to the truck, pushing you down by its side, beside Clarke, who is looking at both of you in alarm. “What’s going on?”

“Quiet. I’ll handle this. When I tell you to run, run.”

You and Clarke both nod, acknowledging his command, watching as he faces the two men and yells, “Chit yu dula? Haihefa biyo na shil shimon.”

What are you doing? The king said to protect the cargo. You can't see which of the men is responding, but he answers in English, making sure you all get the message. “We are. That's why we’re taking the cargo. If nothing is more important than this, then our people deserve it.”

“No, the king wants us to protect it, so he can save everyone.”

“The king has been blinded by his loyalties to Skaikru, despite the lies they tell. Now stand aside Seiku, and give us the girls.”

“No.” He pulls out his sword, and stands at the ready. “If you want them, you’ll have to kill me.”

You hear a short laugh, and then the sound of all three men coming together, clashing in a chaos of sound. As soon as Seiku starts to fight them, he turns and yells, “Run, now!”

You stand and start to take off, but Clarke lingers, eyeing the fuel. You turn and wave her towards you, “Clarke, come on!”

“But the fuel!”

“The fuel won't matter if we’re dead and unable to deliver it! Let's go!”

You grab her wrist and pull her after you, and she relents and allows you to lead her towards the river. Your plan is to cross the water and duck into the trees that start along the other side, keeping you and Clarke hidden until you have back up or a better plan. You’re closing the distance between you and the river’s edge when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. When you turn, you see one of the men running after you, trying to catch up. Seiku knocks the man he is still fighting away from him, and turns to pursue the man after you. Unfortunately, the man in pursuit reaches you first and tackles Clarke to the ground. You fall with her, your hands still connected, but you roll over and recover quickly when you realize that he’s pulling out a knife to stab Clarke.

You jump up and knock the weapon out of his hand, sending it flying, and he turns and hits you hard, knocking you away from the two of them. You scramble back to your feet and run at the man, tackling him to the ground, forcing him away from Clarke. As you do, Seiku reaches the three of you, and pulls the man off of you before he can harm you, knocking him out quickly. Seiku pulls you to your feet, and you nod in thanks, before he motions to Clarke. “You should check on her.”

Clarke is sprawled out on the ground, panting hard, trying to catch her breath after being choked. As you start to move towards her, she screams, “Look out!”

You turn, watching as the other guard looses an arrow, now heading straight towards you, and for some reason, you freeze in place. You hear Clarke scream your name in a panic, and your brain tries telling your feet to move, but instead, your feet stay resolutely in place, determined to let your body catch this arrow. Except, the arrow never reaches you. Seiku sees all of this happening, and he runs towards you, wrapping his arms around you just as the arrow lands in his back. He grunts, and starts to sway on his feet, and you stumble, trying to keep him upright. But amongst all the commotion, you don’t realize that the guard Seiku knocked out wasn't knocked out at all. He rises from his place, closes the space between you, and pulls Seiku’s head back, slitting his throat while Seiku’s arms are still around you, trying to protect you. You scream as blood spills from his neck, some of it hitting you, and he becomes dead weight on your arms, causing you to fall backwards and crash onto the sand below. He dies seconds later, the blood leaving his body at a rapid pace, and you feel emotion rise in your chest for this man that tried to save you and keep you safe, despite the curse around you. Bringer of Death. And here he is, now dead in your arms.

Your mourning for the loyal Azgeda guard is short lived though, because you hear Clarke let out a cry of pain, before she hits the ground beside you. You scream her name in horror and pull yourself from beneath Seiku, scrambling over to her and checking her pulse as fear practically chokes you. You let out a sound of relief when you feel the strong thud of her heart beneath your fingertips, and once you get the confirmation that she’s still alive, you look up and around for the two guards. They’re close, weapons trained on Clarke, and you have only a few seconds to decide your plan before you execute it.

You pull your knife from your holster and stand, holding the weapon to your throat. “That vehicle will not move unless one of us drives it. Clarke’s gonna be out for at least a few hours, thanks to you, and I suspect Roan and Bellamy will be back here before she even wakes. Any chance you have to get the fuel away from here, rides on me. But if you kill Clarke, I will slit my own throat, leaving both of you without a driver, and with an angry king to deal with.”

The two men share a look, both of them eyeing the knife gripped tight in your hand, sure that you'll do it if they threaten Clarke. Because you will. “Fine. Wanheda gets tied up, but she goes with us. First, we wrap up Seiku.”

You nod in agreement, following one of the men to the truck while the other watches over Clarke. You get one of the tarps out of the vehicle, Mount Weather’s finest, and hand it to the guard that lingers close to you. He motions for you to follow him back towards the body and you do, helping him wrap Seiku in the tarp while the other guard binds and gags your twin. The guard starts to drag him closer to the water, placing him just on the water’s edge, slightly hidden behind a large fallen tree. When he turns his back to head towards the truck, you stab your knife into the ground beside Seiku’s head, a message for Bellamy that you’re still alive, before whispering, “Yu gonplei ste odon.”

Then you turn and head back towards the truck, sliding into the driver’s seat as one of the men climbs into the back with the fuel, and the other lifts Clarke into the passenger seat before squeezing himself into the middle. He pulls the cords from the radio, ceasing any potential communication with Bellamy, as you start the truck and pull away from the river, following the directions that he grunts out periodically. You drive for a little while, hoping that Bellamy and Roan will find you soon, since you haven’t gone too far from your original location. As you’re driving in an open field, surrounded by trees on either side, you suddenly catch a glimpse of something moving closer to you in the side view mirror. As you do a double take and look again, you realize that it’s the rover, and Bellamy has finally caught up. You hold back your sigh of relief and the smile that threatens to break free, not wanting to give him away. Instead, you slowly ease your foot off of the gas and let the vehicle start to slow down, so Bellamy can catch up. The guard in between you notices the slowing vehicle, and he looks out the back and sees the approaching rover, before yelling to the other guard, “Stop them!”

Then he spins around, pulls out a knife, and holds it to Clarke’s throat, slamming his foot down on top of yours and yelling, “Keep going!”

There’s nothing you can do but drive, and watch the rover get closer and closer to your vehicle. As Bellamy pulls up beside you, you glance at him, and his eyes are locked on you, looking worried. His eyes fall to the blood all over you, and you don't have enough time to tell him it’s not yours, because the guard at your side moves the knife from Clarke over to you, pressing it against our neck as he glares at your boyfriend. Bellamy yells, “Give me a clean shot!”

He doesn't wait for your answer, he just pushes the rover to its highest speed, quickly moving past your vehicle and pulling away from you. He puts as much space as he can in between you, before he abruptly yanks the wheel of the rover and stops the vehicle in your path, his driver’s side door now facing you. He flings the door open and you can see the flash of his gun in the light of the sun as he aims right towards you. The guard beside you grabs the wheel, trying to yank it from your hands and maneuver the vehicle out of Bellamy’s path, and you struggle against him, not giving up. But the space between your vehicle and Bellamy’s is rapidly closing, and you know that if you hit him, he’ll be dead on impact, before the crash knocks out the hydrazine and wipes out the rest of you.

You swing your elbow towards the man, knocking him away from you, giving Bellamy the space to shoot him without hitting you. A second later, the glass on the windshield breaks, and the guard lets out a cry of pain before slumping over. You look at his dead body in shock, before turning back to the front, watching as you’re about to slam into the rover. You slam both of your feet onto the brakes, hoping it’s enough, and Bellamy pulls himself back into the rover as you come sliding towards him. Somehow, the vehicle stops just short of crashing, saving all of you, and you lock eyes with Bellamy through the glass, both of you smiling at each other in shocked relief.

Despite a few hours of the journey still ahead of you, you all wait around until Clarke wakes up, and you know she’s okay. She's a little banged up, a little bruised, but she passes all of the concussion tests that you give her, and repeatedly insists that she’s fine. Bellamy anxiously scans your body, looking for injuries, despite your insistence that the blood on your clothing does not belong to you. You pass along to Roan that Seiku was loyal until the end, defending the cargo, and you and Clarke, just like he asked. Roan thanks you for the message, and you catch the first glimpse of emotion from the king when he turns away, looking sad, but he quickly tucks it away when he catches you watching.

Clarke insists on driving the fuel, and Bellamy insists that you ride in the rover, not wanting you out of his sight again, so Roan agrees to ride with Clarke, splitting the party evenly into two vehicles. When you slide inside the rover, Bellamy hands you your knife, now back to its rightful owner for the second time in less than 24 hours, and you give him a grateful smile. The rest of the ride passes quickly, which you’re thankful for, and a few hours before sunset, Bellamy guides the rover from the trees, out onto a beach. “We’re here.”

In the distance, you can the approaching boat, your ride to Becca’s Island, this terrible trip nearly finished. Bellamy parks the rover and you both hop out, stepping onto the shoreline and watching the boat as it slowly moves closer. Bellamy reaches out for your hand, and then takes a deep breath, seemingly coming to a decision. “I'm gonna take the Rover back to camp.”

You turn to look at him, at this deviation from the plan, and though you don't want to be separated from him, you know exactly why he wants to do this. “Octavia?”

“It's pathetic, right? She hates me but I keep coming back for more.”

You squeeze his hand, offering him comfort. “She's your sister, she's blood. She'll come around and see how special you are.”

He nods, and you turn and look at him, both of you locking eyes. “But that’s exactly why I have to stay with Clarke. I’m worried about the hit to her head that I was too slow to stop, and admittedly, I’m worried about my mom going to space in a century old rocket to create Nightblood. I need to be there for them. Both of them.”

“I understand.”

You start to say your goodbyes to each other, but you’re interrupted by Clarke yelling, “We've got a problem.”

You both run over to the truck, meeting Clarke and Roan there, and the king is in the back, beside one of the barrels of hydrazine. He slides it to the end, turning it around, revealing an arrow sticking out of the bottom. “Trikru arrow.”

Roan kicks the barrel off the back, and you all watch in horror as it tumbles to the ground, bouncing twice, knocking the lid off. Not a single drop of liquid spills, indicating that it has long been drained, and there's nothing any of you can do except stare at the empty barrel in disappointment.

Clarke is the first to break the silence, muttering, “I’ll go radio the others.”

You, Roan, and Bellamy work in silence to unload the barrels, checking the rest of them one by one, making sure they’re intact. Jackson and Miller arrive on the boat a few minutes later, and after you relay the news to them, you load the rest of the hydrazine on board, before Clarke and Roan board the ship behind them. You and Bellamy linger on shore, not wanting to say goodbye, yet knowing that you have to. He pulls you in for a passionate kiss, long and slow, dripping with love and adoration, saying everything you need to say.

“I love you, blainen natshana.”

“I love you more than the stars.” He gives you a sad look, and you lift a hand to his cheek, resting it there. “I’ll see you in a few days. We’ll figure this out, get Nightblood made, and we’ll be home before you know it.”

He nods, tears shining in his eyes, bringing tears to your own eyes. He repeats his words from the night before back to you, bringing a watery smile to your face. “In this lifetime, and in the next.”

You whisper back, “Forever.”

He kisses you one last time, and hugs you tight, before pulling away and helping you onto the boat. You stand at the back, eyes locked on him the entire time, watching him as the boat pulls away. Your eyes never leave each other, both of you waving and watching, only stopping long after he’s disappeared from your sight. You remain at the back of the boat, watching the sun sink lower in the sky, until it kisses the horizon, the sky erupting in a beautiful painting of colors. And as the moon eventually takes her place, rising into the sky as a guiding light, you watch it, drawing comfort from the crescent shaped beauty. And somewhere, sitting along a sandy shoreline, Bellamy Blake sits, watching the same moon in the sky as the love of his life.

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#the 100 #the 100 rewrite #bellamy blake #bellamy blake x reader #the 100 4x06

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shipmistress9 · 4 years ago

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D E F G H I J K L M N O P, Q R S T U V, W X Y and Z 😇😉. I sung the alphabet while writing this as well 😂. You don’t have to answer all of them though, just pick which ones you want 😊.

🤣🤣🤣

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

My fandom life would be easier if I liked Heathstrid at least a little bit... But I can’t and I don’t really want to, either...

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

The oneshots Spin The Bottle and Pick Me Up.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Given that I only learned about the existence of fandom as a concept in late 2016, the longest I’ve ever been in a fandom is roughly 4,5 years.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Many! Currently it’s Hiccstrid and Hicretstrid. And maybe a little Zelink. But thinking back, I think my very first OTP was when I was around five years old. From the Captain Tsubasa anime series, Tsubasa and... I don’t even know her name... 🤣 There was this girl who always cheered him on and was his no.1 fan. ANd in hindsight, I think I also shipped Tsubasa... with nearly all other players, mainly, Taro Misaki, Jun Misugi, and Kojiro Hyuga. 🤣

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

TV-shows, mostly. I prefer the visuals over books and I prefer the slower development over those in movies.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Not caused me to stop liking them. But in some cases (ATLA and TDP, to name two) it raised my expectations so high that, when I finally got to dip into them, I was rather underwhelmed. It also didn’t help that I already knew the ending and some major plot points. If there’s one sure way to dampen my excitement it’s spoilers.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

Supernatural. Pretty much all other fandoms I dip into occasionally, I knew at least a little before. But literally everything I know about Supernatural is from seeing posts here. 🤣

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

I can’t think of an individual character right now, but in general an arc I like is someone (re-)learning to trust.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

Snotlout has a great relationship with his dragon. Valka, too. Gobber and the twins are always fun, in their own ways.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Already answered before.

Hmm... First, I wanted to say Astrid. And I'd enjoy having her as a friend, as someone to challenges me to be more active, to work on my skills and someone to talk.

But I think, I'd enjoy being friends with Hiccup, too. I'd like to brainstorm ideas, ponder over inventions and exchange ideas. Geek out about dragons!

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Acceptance, respect, and some common sense. But that’s not just fandom...

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

My very long list of favoured songs randomly gave me 9 Crimes by Damien Rice. There once was an absolutly stunning AMV with this song about the TV-show The Legend Of The Seeker, The Sword Of Truth (based on the books by Terry Goodkind). I was deeply in love with Richard’s and Kahlan’s relationship, and with Cara on a general level. That AMV featured them all, and I loved it!

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

Oh, oh, oh, oh! I just thought about this modern meet-cute AU for Hiccstrid a few days back, might as well write it down here. (And will also copy it over into an individual post, I think...)

Hiccup is a single father of a three-years-old daughter. One day, he meets Astrid in a supermarket; she’s in front of him at the check-out and when he hears her voice, he’s stunned. Because he knows her voice, hears it every day. Because she lend her voice to one of these talking toys for toddlers.His daughter’s favourite toy.

Hiccup always liked that toy best, too, because it didn’t sound as annoying as most others. Pleasant even. When he sees and hears Astrid, he recognises her voice in an instant. He jokingly thanks her for making his days more bearable. She’s confused, who is this weirdo? So he tries to explain. “The toy. My daughter’s toy. It’s your voice. A pleasant voice. I listen to it every day.” He keeps getting weirder, stammers, turns red like a tomato, until he eventually just flees, wishing a hole would open up to swallow him, that was so embarrassing.

Meanwhile, Astrid is touched. Knowing that there is at least one little girl who likes the toy she helped create. And her father, apparently. Who had been cute. In how shy he’d been. And how excited. She’s sorry he left before she was able to talk to him and thank him.

Over the next days, Hiccup would think of her a lot. Every time he hears her voice again, he’d think of her. Her face. Her smile. Until they, eventually, meet again... ^^

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

Answered before

None, really. There are several fandoms I grew out of, like Sailor Moon or Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne. But I wouldn't say I abandoned them. I still enjoy seeing content about them.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Those of the rider with their dragons. Hiccup&Toothless. Astrid&Stormfly.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Pretty much all of my headcanons are about Hiccstrid in one way or combination. One of my personal favourites is that Astrid has a tiny birthmark on the back of her neck. She doesn’t even know it’s there, she can’t see it and it’s almost always covered by her hair anyway. But Hiccup knows it’s there. And he loves to place a kiss on it. It tickles and would always make her giggle. And she smells so nice.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

*snorts* No. If there are people who don’t share my headcanons, then... they don’t have to? I can live and be friends with people regardless of whether we share the same headcanons or not. And if people keep attacking me for mine, I’ll just block them and walk away. Arguing about something like that is not worth my time.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Astrid. HTTYD.

erm...

uh...

I really have difficulties thinking of favourites from any other fandoms here! xD

uhm...

Princess Zelda from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Kaladin Stormblessed from the Stormlight Archives.

I might have a type here. Brave, strong, not always easy to deal with. Fiercely loyal. Stubborn. Proud. Honourable. that’s all three of them. ^^

V - Which character do you relate to most?

Same answer as the above, mostly. I think I already wrote a long answer to a similar question once. 🤔 I relate to Astrid in many ways. Loyal and reliable, not always easy to approach, often prefers to deal with her problems on her own instead of asking for help.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Anything jealously, especially it being portrayed as a sign of love or dedication. But also love triangles. Unnecessary.

Another thing I don’t like is when there’s a misunderstanding and they argue about it and get angry and yell and have a huge falling-out... when it all just boils down to them not listening.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Answered before.

Forbidden Romance. In any form. I just love the angsty tension it brings without the characters fighting or arguing about misunderstandings.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

Supernatural, ATLA, TDP, MCU.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

With all the critical thinking that’s encouraged in fandom culture, I wish more people would remember Ratatouille and this quote by Anton Ego.

“In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so.”

-- Anton Ego (Ratatouille)

Or at least respect it. It’s called entertainment and not lecture about every little detail that is wrong with other people’s opinions. I get why it’s important to look deeper and question meanings and intentions, I really do. But sometimes, I’d prefer to at least occasionally just enjoy something without getting lectured by others for it.

_____

Thank you! 😘💜

#ask #drakaina-amore64 #ask game #long post

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10boys · 4 years ago

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MLQC:Kissing/make-out

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*how they like their mouth action

Victor Kissing:

-Victor doesnt do “small pecks”, if your lips are on his he simply cannot just take a “peck”

-Even short kisses are deep and invading, his lips know exactly how to manipulate against yours

-He’ll kiss you where and when he wants and only where and when he wants

-He of course won’t oblige to a request from you

-But you rarely want to give him that satisfaction, he knows if he teases you with almost kisses you’ll start to whine which is what he wants

-His urge usually arises from admiring your face (canon bc of like...all his cards lol), the sunlight hits your eyes perfectly making them a glistening shade lighter, a sunkissed glow making your features appear softer. Your bright eyes accompanied by your long lashes shoot his way , catching him in his trance. He grins as a small blush creeps to his cheeks , knowing he’s seemingly been caught.

-Your tongue quickly made a lap over your lips, drawing his attention downward. Before you had time to wittily joke on him like he does you, his lips are pressed to yours.

-His kisses are deep. they’re possessive. they’re full of all the words he doesn’t say and all emotions he doesn’t show

-Saucy victor loves making you stick your tongue out so he can slowly lick and suck it ;)

-He doesnt think much about it, he just goes in.

- Favorite place to kiss is your lips and ear. He lovesss when you hug him with your head snuggled in his chest, it makes it easy for him nuzzle into your hair and leave small kisses and nibs on ur ear tips

-Loves being kissed on his chest (as tall as you can reach) and back on his shoulder mussels

-Keeps his hand in your hair for his comfort

-Definitely holds your jaw while he sucks

Lucien:

-Lucien loves to give you surprise kisses!

-You two are having one of your guys’ usual library dates

-You’ve been aimlessly wondering through the shelves for a while, collecting interesting finds as you go. After retrieving around 3 or 4 books you venture back to find lucien whos proudly holding down the fort (your guys’ fav spot)

-He leans aginst his seat leasurly holding a wide book infront of him, covering his face from view

-You set down your books and pull out the seat near him, beginning to pry the book away from his face

-“ You can’t see that badly? Did you bring your gla-“

-Suddenly he tugged your face closer to share his behind the book, creating a sensual secret space only occupied by the two of you

-His lavender eyes shares hypnotizing relaxation through with you, his soft smile sent your cheeks a blaze after realizing how near they were to your own. He took a moment sending suductive messages with his eyes, always so full of passion and interest. You watched his delicate eye lashes lower as his lips puckered.

-You instinctively copy his actions, closing the gap.

-Luciens favorite place to kiss is either your fingers or peppered kisses across your face

-Opposite of Victor, sultry lucien likes sticking his tongue out for you to lick and suck ;)

-He’s not afraid of pda, loves leaving kissing on your neck and ears when queued up for a new restaurant or in the line to get coffee

-He loves to build the moment up for your kisses too, sometimes he’ll just stare at your lips bluntly while caressing your face. Being under this intense analyzation brings heat to your cheeks as you try not to grin bashfully, he can’t help to lick his lips, you can only imagine what he’s thinking...

Gavin:

-Gavin gives u uwu kisses

-Usually kisses you when he thinks you’re doing something cute to hide his blushing face

-So yeah you get alottt of kisses

-Its usually a “grabs your whole face and mushes his agaisnt yours” type kiss. Butterfly kisses mixed with full-face

-Loves kissing your hand cause it makes him feel like your gentleman

-Loves getting kisses on his forhead and scars

-Sultry gavin loves getting kisses on his chest and nipples ;)

-He also likes to suck fingers ;)

- You were on your bed taking some last-minute notes off your laptop. Gavins head would usually be laying on your thigh at times like this, making it a bit difficult to focus and write

-Which is exactly why he’s across the room on the couch watching TV until you’re finished. He likes looking through the silly things you watch on Hulu and Youtube. You turn your head and catch a glimps of him, body leasurly laid across your sofa with one airm raised to support his head. The odd position causes his shirt to lift, showing his extremely toned V line.

-The view causes you to bite your lip as a malicious thought arises

-“Wahh~ Officer Gavin~ theirs a bug ~ come kill it ~ save me ~”

-He rolls from his previous position on the couch to foot of your bed.

-“Where? I dont see it”

-“Right there!!” you excitedly point to a corner across you, seemingly containing nothing

-He turns inspecting the area, beginning to confront you about its location

-“It just went under that box !! ewww get it”

-You watch as he bends over, searching between and under for said “spider” , but all you’re seatching for is the heart to stop him

-His shirt swings sways and rises as he bends and straightens out, his muscles tighten everytime he reaches while his thighs thicken with every squat

-“Baby im really not seeing it-” he begins before catching you in the middle of your daze. Your eyes are fixed on him but not his face, nor the so-called spider he was looking for

“You think you’re funny” he replies with a smile as he makes his way to the bed crawling on from the foot

-You playfully tease and squeeze his face, admiring his obedience

-He cups his hand over yours, eyes dazzling over a tinge of pink as you two share this loving and intimate moment. You poke a few silly kissy faces making him laugh, inching closer to close the gap. Your smiling faces press against each other, happiness is all you are with him.

Kiro:

-Wants the most kisses

-Or more properly, verbally and physically requests them the most

-Wake up kiss , good night kiss, ily kiss, you’re cute kiss, thank you kiss, I’ve just been stairing at you for 5 minutes kiss, convincing you not to leave kiss, jealous kiss, and many more

-He doesnt necessarily build up a moment every time either

-Ofc he stares lovingly into ur eyes with a sweet grin and blushy cheeks before he dives in intimately

-But most the time he just dives in wheneverr, He likes seeing you suprised and blushy over him. While you’re preparing a meal or finishing documents he’ll just run up to plant one on u, accompanied by a super hero kiro squeeze

-Loves to give cheek and face-mush kisses

-Loves to receive lip, face and eye kisses

-Loves kisses down his spine, when your attention is on him

-Honestly, sultry kiro will kiss and suck along the way to any and every area

-Give him a surprise lip kiss to unlock ‘weird’ kiro

-You sat across him watching as the food 10x bigger than his mouth goes down with ease, goku is that you?

-It seems he’s caught onto your intrigue, his bubbly blue eyes meet yours as a cheeky grin appears

-“Mmm this is so good! Here, try some!” He extends a cream puff twords you encouraging a bite

-You lower his hand as a respectable “no thank you” guesture, his half aten puff sadly falls back go the plate

-Although he’s easily the cutest boy in the world with squirrel stuffed cheeks, his messy left over just didn’t seem apatizing enough

-You reach out for a fresh puff and get swatted away just as quickly , you raise your gaze to kiros brows in a mighty furrow

-“And what was wrong with my puff?!?!” he exclaims pretending to be overwhelmed with offense. You giggle at his child-like energy and pettyness as you use the swatted hand to squeeze his puff-full cheeks.

-“Nothings wrong ! You were just enjoying them so well i wanted my own” you lie. He’s cute, but he’s no fool. His eyes pour into you, somehow letting you know he’s not biting that foney excuse. He smiles to himself although a lightbulb went off that only shined on him.

-“Of course not chip princess! Whats mine-” he begins placing a puff in his mouth

-“Is yours”. He closes his eyes and leans across the table, his lips wet and pink around the pale colored puff are inviting. His eyelashes cast a soft shadow on his cheeks , which seem to always have the slightest ting of pink when infront of you. His blonde locks shine like diamonds in the corner of the dimely-lit restaurant , you swear there are no circumstances that could make this man anything but beautiful.

-His eyes open, wet and dark as he pleads silently for you to finish the minastration. He knows how to charm you , and his cute ass is making it work, but not this time.

-You lean over the table taking the puff from his mouth, swiflty replacing it with a bold, blunt, but gentle kiss.

-A faint noise escapes his mouth at the sudden gesture, his now wide eyes find yours only inches away. The tips of his ears blush red before he pulls away.

“You’re bold miss chips ! If you thought i tasted better, why didn’t you just say so?”

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Hi its been so long i missed writing :,) I have more shorter blurbs in the drafts so i should have more out soon !! Also requests are open ! Ty - myk

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michael-langdon-appreciation · 6 years ago

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Apocalypse After (Part 5)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!reader

Summary: There was never any hope of saving Michael Langdon, never a chance to stop the apocalypse. The Antichrist was already too intertwined with his destiny when the reader met him all those years ago. But Mallory can go back and make things right and when the reader travels with her, an opportunity sparks to try and make things right after all.

Words: 4.2K

Warning: Swearing! Violence! Fluff! Character Death!

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A/N: Here is the long awaited Part 5! The four months are nearly up, but what has Michael been up to? Has he behaved? It’s about to go down as Michael and the reader return to Murder House once more. We have some lovely fluff in this Chapter as love begins to form between our babies and some hella drama too. Enjoy!

The pan sizzles the moment I place down the eggy bread. While one side is cooking I watch Michael busy dressing up his own stack of French Toast. He’s gone to town as usual, dousing it in maple syrup, whipped cream and strawberries. The entire thing looks more dessert than breakfast. He catches my eye and holds out the can of whipped cream, ‘You know it’s customary.’

I slip the bread, happy with the golden side and dart over. Michael squeezes cream into my mouth and I push him away when he doesn’t stop. I splutter as it drips out of my mouth, ‘Damn snake.’

He’s laughing his ass off, ‘You fall for it every time.’

‘Cause I think maybe this time you’re not gonna be a dick.’ I wipe the rest off on a tea towel and slap it in his direction, Michael’s body vanishes only to re-appear right behind me. I’m ready for him though, scooping cream onto my fingertips and smearing it down his shirt.

‘Hey!’

‘Serves you right.’ I grin triumphantly, admiring the stain I’ve left. ‘And you’re gonna wash it yourself.’ I add, ‘I’m not doing your laundry again, I know you’re sneaking your stuff in with mine.’

Michael rolls his eyes, but then a smirk appears on his face, ‘You’ve burned the beautiful French Toast.’

My eyes dart to the pan which has begun to sizzle horrible. I turn back to Michael and offer him my nicest smile, ‘No breakfast for you then.’ I seize his perfect plate and run towards the dining table.

I can hear Michael taking the pan off the heat, he’s soon at my side armed with the whipped cream again, ‘Release my food or I will show you no mercy.’ A thrill licks up my spine at his words and I shove it back down. Michael stands before me in his red pyjamas, the bottoms hanging low on his hips. I can see his tummy peeking out from where his shirt has risen up, the V that extends down below. I pull my eyes back to his face and Michael’s eyes darken, ‘That’s the second time I’ve seen you do that.’

To distract him I send the whipped cream whizzing away from him, it changes direction in the air and flies right back at me. Michael and I face down, the battle of wills more a game than anything else. This is how best to teach him, to let Michael show off and learn what he and cannot do mainly by having fun. He doesn’t take anything in sitting at a desk and copying facts, he’s a practical dynamic person. But he’s not quite as accomplished as me, not yet. Michael’s hand reaches out at the last minute and catches the can, his hand is shaking against the magic I’m using but he places it down on the table and for extra measure I force him to take a seat.

‘I was so close.’ He mumbles, crossing his arms.

‘You’re doing much better.’ I praise, ‘I almost broke a sweat that time.’

He scowls at me, ‘Enjoy it while it lasts, Y/N.’ I start on his breakfast, Michael watching me the entire time. ‘Y/N,’ He whines. ‘Save me some.’

I eat half and then push the plate over to him. I can’t resist Michael’s pout or the way his large eyes watch me greedily, he devours it the second the plate is in front of him and I grab some orange juice for us both. I stifle a yawn, filling up two glasses as Michael puts my fork down, ‘So is today the day?’

‘What?’

Michael is apprehensive, his hands clutching onto his chair. He’s nearly bobbing up and down in excitement but for what I’m not exactly sure. Michael gives me time to figure it out, but I’ve got nothing. He can wait no longer, the words blurting out of his mouth ‘It’s been four months.’

I bite my lip, ‘Michael-’

‘You said four months was the benchmark-’

‘Of when we would see how far you’ve come yes.’ I agree, ‘Do you want me to test you?’

Michael cocks his head to the side, ‘I kinda thought that since we’ve seen each other everyday for the past four months you’d be able to tell.’

‘I see your point.’ I’m hedging and Michael knows it. He shoves himself away from the table, ‘I’ve done everything you’ve asked.’ He says, ‘I’ve learned magic, I haven’t been near the house, I do the grocery shopping, and the accounts, I went all the way to Pottery Barn to pick up our new sofa by myself.’

‘Yes you’ve come a long way.’ I stop his pacing, capturing Michael by his shoulders. He stops the moment I make contact, his breathing accelerated from how worked up Michael is. My hands glide down his arms till I take his hands, ‘I think you’re ready.’

Michael lights up, his eyes sparkling in the way I’ve always loved. He squeezes my hands, ‘I can go see them? I can come with you this time?’

‘I suppose.’

‘Today?’

‘Today, Michael?’ I shouldn’t be so taken aback by his eagerness, but I am every time. Michael is like a lit fuse, fixating on one idea. He’s relentless and jumpy until he finally burns himself out and either completely abandons the idea, or lights an even deadlier spark. First it was Michael pushing his magical ability, zapping round the house and levitating everything within reach till his adventures had ended in a horrible accident involving next door’s cat. The poor thing didn’t want to be Transmutated, and I hadn’t even know it was possible to do it to other objects, let alone living creatures.

It took me three days to convince Michael to leave his bedroom. He’d been terrified this would go against all the good progress he’d put in, but seeing the remorse in those tear-filled eyes I’d turned a blind eye.

This time.

Michael’s next fixation was me. He’d been dormant since my rejection in the hotel room, but as the ex-Antichrist settled into a routine, Michael became bolder. Michael likes to put his hands on me, never in a violent manner. He likes to keep me close by at all times and I like it. He boarders on being possessive and I know passersby including Mrs Greendale thinks we’re just a young couple living together. She waves at us the moment we step outside, as if poised to greet us.

Michael offers her his customary wave, ‘Good Morning, Mrs Greendale.’

‘Michael,’ She gushes, ‘Where are you off to so early?’

‘We’re visiting my parents.’ He beams, sliding his hand into mine.

Mrs Greendale’s eyes follow Michael’s actions and then she offers me a tight smile, ‘Accompanying him, Y/N?’

‘Yes. I offer, unlocking the car and dropping myself into the driver’s seat. Michael entertains Mrs Greendale for another minute before he slides in beside me, fighting back his mirth, ‘What?’

‘You could try and disguise your derision a little more.’

‘Well when she does something other than casting her judgement on my clothes then I’ll speak to her.’

Michael smirks, ‘It isn’t what you wear that gets under her skin.’ My head snaps round to look at him, but Michael just clicks his seatbelt in place and reveals nothing more. I wait for him, lifting an eyebrow. ‘I think you look great.’

You suck in a breath, ‘Thanks, Michael.’

She doesn’t like me, but I think that’s because a perverted part of her wants Michael for herself. Mrs Greendale’s husband divorced her a year ago. He left her the house but took the kids with him and so the aging divorcee fills her days with gardening and inviting Michael over for cream tea and oreos. Michael love the attention. He breezes in the door with the rest of the biscuit packet and crumbs round his mouth most times, full of insightful tidbits about the rest of our street. That’s one thing they have in common, both are horrific gossips and Michael can extract any truth from her botoxed lips.

‘She did let me know that the Montgomerys are looking for someone to do their books.’

I keep my eyes on the road, ‘The Montgomerys.’

‘The ones in the huge house.’ Michael adds, ‘They’re looking for someone local, someone they can trust and Mrs Greendale said she’d suggested me. It’s cute, I suppose.’

‘Yeah.’ The name is circling round in my mind.

There are plenty of families with the surname Montgomery.

‘Apparently their daughter died a couple of years ago.’

‘Madison?’ The name escapes like a whisper.

‘Yeah, apparently she was in the movies and then went off to some elite boarding school.’ Michael peers at me, ‘You’re interested in this? You hate gossip.’

‘Well it’s not everyday a movie star dies. Especially so young.’

Michael’s smarter than that, ‘You already know.’

‘Do not look into my mind.’

‘I don’t need to.’ Michael’s eyes widen, delighting in once again being able to unravel me. His hand slides onto my thigh and I seriously debate pulling over, ‘Tell me.’

Can I?

‘I knew her.’

‘You went to that boarding school.’ Michael guess, ‘That’s where you learned magic. It’s Hogwarts-‘

‘No it isn’t.’ I correct, pushing Michael’s hand off me. ‘I came after she died, so we didn’t speak-’

‘You just said you knew her.’

‘Knew of her.’

Michael looks out the window. The Murder House is coming up ahead of us, but Michael’s lost his earlier excitement. ‘I thought we weren’t lying to each other?’

I stop at a red light, ‘If you want to go and fix their books you can. I won’t stop you.’

‘Good because you wouldn’t be able to.’

He’s got me there. I may have leashed Michael but he isn’t above running to Mrs Greendale or anyone else if he really wants to. He could still blow everything we’ve worked to build these past months. ‘Fucking Mrs Greendale.’

Michael grins, ‘If it wasn’t for her we wouldn’t have an income.’

‘The dividends?’

‘Apart from them.’ Michael corrects himself, ‘The mystery money.’ He lets it go for now, but I know it’s only a matter of time before Michael builds up a case about where we’re getting the bulk of our funds from.

‘I work too.’

‘Yeah, at Urban Outfitters.’ I roll my eyes, but Michael isn’t done. ‘I get paid fifty bucks per hour-’

‘Yes, Michael thank you for rubbing it in.’

‘And I have lots of clients now.’

Thankfully we’ve arrived so I can put some distance between the two of us. I undo my seatbelt, ‘Wait in the car.’

‘Why?’

’So I gave can give them some warning.’

Michael scowls, folding his long arms. ‘I’m their son. They shouldn’t need warning.’

‘Well they don’t know you’re coming and I think we should avoid another fight.’

He has no choice but to agree with me. I look over Michael but he avoids my eye. I can’t see his face, but that doesn’t stop me appreciating the growth he’s made in such a short time. His golden curls are styled into place, combined with a dark-red turtleneck and grey coat. Michael blows onto his hands and rubs them together. Without thinking I crank on the car heater for him. The air has started to chill as we sink further into November. I take his hand in mine and lean over, right as Michael turns his face back towards me. Our lips touch and then I’m pulling away, ‘I won’t be long.’

Michael watches me get out. I don’t look back. I don’t think about what just happened. I don’t want to face the consequences of such a move.

It had been a mistake, just catching each other off-guard.

Do not look back, Y/N.

The gate has been left open, they know I’m coming. I head straight into Ben’s office where we always agree to meet. Tate is there, along with Vivian. ‘It’s been-’

‘Four months,’ Vivian finishes.

‘You said you would evaluate him.’ It feels wrong to be talking about Michael like this, but I’ve found it easier to handle Vivian like this. The mother cannot see Michael as hers and there is a voice at the back of my head that worries she never will.

Vivian and Ben exchange looks. Tate stands up from his seat opposite Ben, ‘And there’s been nothing?’

Our kiss flashes bright in my head, but I just smile. ‘Nothing, he’s rather into his accounting if you’ll believe it. All the women in our suburb adore Michael and he just loves the attention.’

Ben’s pride is evident, ‘He’s got his mother’s brain then.’

Vivian doesn’t rise to her husband’s praise, ‘I suppose there’s nothing preventing you from bringing him with you next time.’

‘Unless there is something.’ Tate’s searching me carefully, looking for any little tell I may give him.

I meet him dead on, ‘Nothing. Michael’s behaviour has been exemplary.’ I look around the room, ‘Where’s Violet?’

Tate slides past me, ‘I’ll get her.’

I watch Tate leave, his eagerness showing in the strides he takes. I wait till he’s gone, ‘Everything all okay here?’

‘Violet’s still obsessing over you moving her on.’ Ben reveals, ‘Ever since you said about her body she wants to see if it can be done.’

‘I suppose we can try.’ I’m not too keen on the idea, but I really like Violet, ‘She knows it means not seeing you all?’

‘We’ve told her that we would always prefer he to be somewhere better.’ Vivian says, ‘Even if it can’t be with us.’

These are the parents Michael needs. Ben and Vivian, united together. Ben moves to hold Vivian’s hand and she flinches away. Their in the early days of re-forming their relationship, Vivian still learning to trust her husband again. I hope they can move past their indifference, if not for Michael then for their own happiness.

Tate reappears with Violet, hand in hand. Those two only needed the smallest of pushes, Violet avoiding my eyes at how openly affectionate they are being. ‘Who’s in your car?’

All the eyes in the room slide to me, ‘He wouldn’t take no for an answer.’

‘Michael’s here?’ Vivian has the disappointed parent tone down.

‘He’s just eager.’

‘Oh shit is gonna go down,’ Violet grins.

‘Not helping, Vi.’ Ben scolds, getting up and heading to the front door. He peers out the window, no doubt spying on Michael would I hope to the heavens is still being patient. If he’s got out…well then I think we may go back to Square One.

Tate joins Ben and we can hear their voices, ‘He’s in the car.’ But then there’s some scuffling and a yelp and the sound of a door opening. I wheel about, ready for Michael but Tate’s voice rings loud and clear, ‘Mom?’

My mouth drops open and before I can do anything Constance Langdon is before me. She looks down her nose, pointing a manicured finger at me, ‘So you are the one who is visiting these people.’

‘Constance.’ Vivian tries, but Constance silences her with a look.

‘I’ve seen you, Little Miss.’ Constance advances upon me, ‘You have been visiting this house for the past four months. I’ve seen you waltzing in and out of here without so much of a scratch on you.’

‘I guess I’m just really fortunate.’

‘You should be dead.’ Constance spits, ‘Chewed up and all ghostly by now.’

Tate is back with Ben just behind him, ‘You need to leave, Mom.’

Constance looks from each member of the Harmon family and then to her son, ‘So you’re all defending her?’ She places a hand to her chest, ‘Even my own son doesn’t want me here.’

‘Well you aren’t dead, Mom.’ Tate says, earning a grin from Violet.

I need to fake something before this gets any worse, ‘Can I not visit the place I’m interested in buying?’

‘And why would you want this hellhole?’ Constance fires back, ‘Some two-bit rat like you, probably with an obsession for death and destruction, no?’

‘What is your problem?’ Violet asks. She’s moved to stand over beside her parents and is giving Constance the nastiest expression I have yet to see on her face, ‘Can’t you go ruin other lives?’

It isn’t worth it, not today.

‘It’s fine.’ I say, ‘I’ll leave.’

I head straight for the exit, my heels clicking on the wooden floorboards. I have to get to Michael and take us home. He can’t see Constance or who knows what he might do. A second set of heels follow just behind me and I transmute myself quickly back upstairs into Violet’s room. I sit down on the bed quietly, hoping I’ve lost her. If I’d gone outside Michael would be in jeopardy.

‘Well hello again.’

I know that voice, ‘Hayden.’

The brunette looks so smug. She inclines a thumb towards the door, ‘Got yourself in some trouble?’

‘Do not do anything.’

Hayden’s tongue wets her lips, ‘There are a lot more spirits in this house than just the Harmons.’ She says, ‘Do you really think the rest of us all delight in your visits? Some of us want peaceful lives.’

‘I understand that.’ I head over to the window to check on the car. As far as I can tell, Michael hasn’t moved. Hayden has followed me and I nearly walk into her, ‘Just do this one thing for me.’

She considers me, ‘I’ll want payment.’

‘What do you want?’

‘Michael.’

My mouth drops open, ‘You have to be kidding me.’

Hayden looks completely non-plussed, ‘He wants to be with his family and I want him. He’s a snack and there’s so little to do around here.’ She smirks at me, ‘Hand over the boy-toy and I’ll keep shut.’

‘Forget it.’

‘CONSTANCE!’

I shove Hayden out of my way but lucky is not on my side. Constance was already on the stairs and all it took was Hayden’s shout to tip her off. The ghost slips away from the impending fight and out into the hallway, passing Constance as she goes. Hayden points a finger towards me and Constance barrels inside, bearing down on me. Her eyes gleam with victory, ‘A witch.’ She declares, ‘Now that is something new.’

She’s blocking the door, I have nowhere to run. ‘What do you want?’

She eyes me, ‘Where is my Grandson?’ My lack of a reply only infuriate her more, ‘Where is Michael Langdon?’

Footsteps thud upstairs, Tate and Violet joining us in the crowded bedroom. ‘What are you doing, Mom?’ Tate asks, ‘So Y/N’s been visiting. Why do you care?’

‘Be quiet, Tate.’ Constance says, ‘This doesn’t involve you.’

‘You were screaming about Michael.’ Violet points out, ‘If you want to hurt him, it involves us.’

Constance looks between the two teenagers, ‘You are making a big mistake.’

’Then we’ll deal with the consequences.’ Tate says, his arms squeezing Violet’s waist.

Could it be, Tate Langdon has accepted his son?

The picture before me is rather amusing. Constance’s mouth hangs open, loose at the jaw like a bullfrog. Her red lipstick stretches and needs another coat and a strand of hair has escaped her nest of hairspray and pins. Tate faces down his mother, still wearing that god awful green striped jumper.

Finally, Constance recovers herself and rounds on me again. ‘Now I don’t know how you managed to save a dead boy, but I trust my own eyes and they saw you and Michael leave this house a couple’a months ago. I didn’t say anything then, thinking I was still in shock from everything. From losing the boy I’d raised all these years. But you kept on coming back and the only tie you have with this house is him.’

‘You don’t know that.’ Violet interjects, but her words fall on deaf ears.

I look around for another exit. The window, maybe? Is it worth transmuting after all and driving off.

No, Constance wouldn’t rest till she found us. Till she found Michael.

She’s got me and she knows it.

‘You left him to die.’ I speak slowly, ‘I couldn’t do that. Not when I had the chance to step in and save a life.’

Constance rests her hands on her hips, victorious from my admission. ‘You stupid girl. Do you realise what you have done?’

‘I do.’ I tell her, ‘More than you could ever know.’

‘That boy doesn’t deserve to breathe another whiff of air.’

My temper is starting to flair, my hands closing into fists. ’Don’t you dare talk about him like that.’

But I’ve never come across an opponent like Constance Langdon. She pauses, taking me in from the top of my head right down to my leather boots. A sick satisfaction spreads all over her face, her tongue pushing to the side and swiping at her top lip. The action is so familiar, so Michael it topples me over. A mean trill of laughter escapes from her, ‘You’ve fallen for him.’

Tate and Violet look to each other and then to me.

I swallow, ’You know nothing.’

Constance isn’t backing down. ‘I know the glow of love.’ She says, stepping closer to me, closing the distance between us. ‘I know what it’s like to love so fiercely you would do anything to protect someone. That’s how I feel about my children.’ She pushes a strand of hair out of my eyes, ‘You’re a witch, for Christ’s sake. You should be doing great things, curing Cancer and the like. You’re too good for my Grandson.’ Her smile is cruel, ‘Not that he knows what love is.’

‘He does.’ I say, ‘I’ve seen him love. Michael loved you, Constance.’

‘Enough.’ She snaps, lift a hand up as if she can waft me away. ‘He broke my heart.’ Constance is a good actress, her eyes fill with tears on cue, her hands dabbing at them. ‘All I wanted was for him to be my perfect little boy. I forgave the animals, I forgave the Goddamn Nanny. But it was too much. That child is nothing but a monster.’

Tate takes a step forward, ‘You need to leave, Mom.’

We’re locked in a battle of eye-contact. ’You don’t mean that,’ I whisper.

Constance’s hand slides into her dress pocket. The revolver gleams, metallic black, aimed right at me. ‘I will not let you unleash Michael on this world.’

Tate jumps in front of me, before I can react. ‘Put the gun down.’

His Mom remains firm, ’Move, Tate.’

‘What are you gonna do, shoot him anyway?’ Violet asks, ‘He’s already dead.’

‘Good point.’

BANG.

A shot rings out and hits Tate in the stomach. He jolts back from the close-range shot, the bullet ripping out of his back. Violet screams and I dive under the bed for cover. There’s a thud and then Tate’s unseeing eyes are all I can see from my new position. There’s more footsteps now and Violet’s screams continue to punctuate the air. Someone is fighting, maybe Violet and then my ankle is being yanked, my body being dragged out from my hiding spot.

BANG.

Another shot is fired and then Violet’s screaming stops. I summon my magic to push Constance as far way from me as I can, but she already has the gun to my head. Tate’s regaining consciousness, but he can’t help me now. I don’t know where Violet is, or who is coming to help. I stop struggling, staring down the barrel of a gun.

I’ve come so far.

I’ve lost so much.

Constance lifts her head high, ‘He should be burning down in the depths of hell.’ She proclaims, ‘Right where he belongs.’ She clicks the safety off again, ‘But you have to go first, so I can get to him.’

Her body jolts and at first I don’t know what’s going on. I’m too busy, rolling away from the gun whose third bullet grazes my shoulder. I cry out, my hand flying to cling onto my wound, blood spilling over my fingers. Tate crawls to my side, but his eyes are on his Mom.

Then I notice the knife sticking out of her abdomen. Constance takes in a gasp of air, her hands parting from her sides as the hilt slides out of her. She remains standing for a couple seconds longer and then crumples to the floor.

Ben and Vivian have joined us, along with Hayden, Moira and Chad. Vivian runs straight to Violet who is just picking herself off the floor.

So the second bullet went to Violet.

No one speaks, everyone remains completely silent, watching the pool of blood appear from underneath Constance’s body. Hayden is the first to speak, ‘Well bitch is gonna be here forever now. Just what we need.’

‘Pity,’ Chad remarks.

Yes, Constance will forever be a resident of the Murder House. Her body stills and her spirit is released into the house, but she isn’t going to show herself for a while. She wouldn’t dare to now. Tate helps me stand and then heads over to check on Violet, ‘My Mom shot me.’ He wheels round, ‘Fucking shot me.’

I tune him out. Nothing else matters but the knife, still scarlet with Constance’s blood and the golden-haired boy holding it tight in his hand.

(Source: michael-lives-on)

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Delicate Stages Drabbles: 18

Teach Them How to Say Goodbye

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: Drabbles following Delicate Stages. Looking into the life of Bucky and Ana.

Warnings: Wow. There’s absolutely no bad language in this one. That’s the first. A little fluff. The beginning.

Words: 3,026

A/N: Hi. So. Here it is….the beginning of the end…game….(Do not read unless you’ve read Delicate Stages first)

The moment Ana and Bucky arrive at the palace, is the moment Ana is dragged away by one of the medical scientists. She knows she missed her vitals and energy level check up the other day, mainly due to nausea and the ever growing feeling of energy. Instead, she had snuggled against Bucky’s chest while he gently rubbed circles over her stomach, which lulled her to sleep.

Now, Ana keeps an eye on Bucky as he shoots an encouraging smile over his shoulder before he continues to the landing pad. Nervous trills of energy tingle throughout her veins, though Ana can’t decipher if it’s from the upcoming fight or being away from Bucky for more than two minutes. She chews her lip until her levels are recorded, nearly falling off the table in her hast to meet Bucky.

“Mrs. Barnes,” The Medical Scientist speaks up with concern, making her halt. “Your stress levels are climbing. This is not good for your body, especially in your current predicament. I would like to take an-“

“Later, please?” Ana begs, beginning to walk back. “I just need to be with my husband, is all. I feel fine, I promise.”

The usual kind man looks skeptical, but after a moment of hesitation, he nods. Ana smiles then quickly exits the lab. She barely catches the tail end of Bucky’s quip as he greets Steve with a hug. Steve, with a full-grown bread he didn’t have the last time they saw him. Ana catches the people standing just behind him and she picks up her pace, bypassing the two men and launching herself straight into Natasha’s open arms.

“Nat!” Ana cries, overjoyed with seeing her friend after a year.

“My favorite Barnes!” Natasha greets fondly, squeezing her tight.

She hears Bucky make an indigent noise behind her, before a pair of bigger arms wrap around them both.

“I guess I’m just ignored now? That’s cold, Ana.”

Ana pulls back enough to see Natasha roll her eyes, shoving Sam away from them. Ana turns to give him a proper hug, laughing into his shoulder.

“I could never ignore my favorite wing man,” She promises, tapping her fingers against his folded wings on his back before they break apart.

“It’s pretty easy, actually,” Bucky inputs, sounding much closer to her now. His tone is also fond, though he’d probably never admit that.

“He’s not giving you trouble right?” Sam questions sternly, though his eyes shine with mirth.

“No more than usual,” She winks.

Then she spots Wanda, her arm wrapped around Vision’s waist. Wanda gives her a tiny, exhausted smile as Ana makes her way over to them. She gives them each a hug, double checking if they are both alright, especially after her friend gives her the tightest, a little shaky, embrace. Bruce Banner gives her an awkward wave, making her roll her eyes and wrap her arms around him too. The energy she feels within him leaves her breathless, but she doesn’t ask about it, figuring she’ll know soon enough. Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes is next, shooting Ana a bright smile after a brief hug.

“Everyone doing alright?” She questions, worry settling in her heart. She can feel an underlying emotion of fear, dread. She eyes the advanced orthotic on Rhodes lower body.

He notices, tapping the side. “Tony made it specifically for me. Took some getting used to, but it makes me look badass.”

A bright laugh escapes Ana’s mouth, glad to see that despite his situation, the Colonel is in good spirits. Before the conversations can carry on, they are all being invited inside by T’Challa, him and the guards leading the way.

Ana can read Bucky’s energy before his fingers slip through hers. It feels, nervous. She attempts a reassuring smile towards him, then presses a quick peck to his left shoulder; vibrainum cool under her lips.

Natasha walks past them, pauses, turns and tilts her head. Her ever sharp green eyes scan Ana’s body. “Ana, are you…glowing?”

“It’s her thing now,” Bucky responds with a smirk.

She opens her mouth to answer, but a sharp surge of energy shoots up her spine. She presses her free hand to her chest, nearly doubling over before Bucky holds her firmly by the arms. She’s gasping, trying to control the strange chaos in her chest, reaching out to grip Bucky’s vest to steady herself. He instructs her to count her breaths quietly, pressing his forehead to hers so she can copy his own breathing.

“There you go, sweetheart,” He praises softly, hands rubbing up and down her arms. “Alright?”

Nodding, Ana straightens up, offering the best smile she can to her concerned husband. “Yeah, good. It’s just…stronger.”

Bucky frowns.

“Are you okay, Ana? What was that?” Natasha inquires carefully, curious wrinkle between her brows.

“I’m fine, promise.”

“Maybe you should stay-“ Bucky begins. He’s quickly cut off with a heat look from Ana. “Right. Let’s just go inside then.”

Natasha looks as if she wants to say more, but she moves pass them. Ana cups Bucky’s jaw, scratching his beard lightly before pressing her thumb to the corner of his mouth to raise his lip up. He chuckles, eyes soft as he wraps his fingers around her wrist.

“I just worry about you, Annie,” He breathes into her palm.

“I know. I worry about you too. I am worrying about you now,” She confesses. She brings his face closer to hers, pressing a light kiss to his mouth. “We should be inside. Important things to discuss.”

Bucky kisses the tip of her nose, lacing their fingers together. “Let’s go then.”

A plan of action has been set. Bruce had explained everything he knows and what he saw; a giant purple Titan with an alien army who thinks he is right. Bruce even tells them his hunch of where Thor might be. Shuri is doing something fancy with the Mind Stone embedded in Vision’s forehead, Wanda hovering close by, and Bruce looking on with interest. Steve is still chatting with T’Challa, some of the Dora Milaje including General Okoye and Ayo.

Ana had to step away, retreating to her work space within the lab, Bucky trailing right behind her. She fiddles with the rings on her fingers, barely containing the heavy atmosphere of emotions and nervous energy. It doesn’t add too well with the storm cloud that had been brewing for months with the apparent war for the fate of the Earth. She presses her hands over her stomach and her chest.

With every passing second, what she feels grows worse. Her veins singe like they’re burning, her heartrate is picking up. Before she can panic, a soft sense of comfort washes over her right as Bucky takes her hand. He tangles their fingers together, lifting hers to press a gentle kiss against the scars of her wrist.

Instantly, the tension eases from her shoulders. She watches as Bucky places a kiss to each of her knuckles, then he pulls her closer, softly pressing his lips over her eyebrow. Ana traces the lines of his left arm with the fingers he isn’t holding, grounding herself.

“Breathe, Annie Doll,” Bucky murmurs, lifting her chin with his metal fingers. His eyes are calm as he stares into hers; shifting like they do when he counts the gold speck. His irises the color of the unique rocks that surround the mineral spring; a cool grayish-blue. Almost as if his eyes sense the ominous clouds over them.

Nodding, she does as she’s told, inhaling and exhaling deeply. “Are you feeling alright?” She checks after a good two minutes.

Bucky narrows his eyes suspiciously. “I’m fine, darlin’. Don’t you dare think about changing anyone’s energy. Especially mine.”

He adds a good-natured poke to her nose just to make her scrunch it. She gently tugs his hair, a bit wavy now that it’s dried.

“Promise,” Ana smiles, pressing a fleeting kiss to his jaw.

“Do you just want to stay here until it’s time?” He questions somberly. Ana nods. “Here, sit down.”

“No, you sit,” Ana insists, guiding him over to one of the medical tables instead of her desk. “It’s more comfortable, and you’ll need the rest.”

“So do you,” Bucky grins, tugging her between his legs after he sits.

“I’m not an invalid, honey,” She teases.

“Not at all, just my best wife and best girl, who is-“

Ana gasps abruptly, a sense of chaotic energy pulling at her chest again. Bucky’s hands firmly hold her steady by her hips. The moment passes quickly. Twice within the spa of ten minutes.

“I’m okay,” She reassures once she sees the panic in his eyes.

“If you’re going to feel this the entire time, Ana,” Bucky begins reluctantly, “maybe you should stay in the apartment and-“

“No, absolutely not.”

“Annie-“

“James.” Ana snips, giving him a glare. Bucky’s mouths snaps shut, but the corners pull up just a tad. “You refuse to allow me to fight, even though you know I will be more protected than anyone with the rings. I won’t be on the battlefield, this is as close to you as I can get.”

“I just…I know you’re angry about it, but I can’t just let you go, not with this threat and with your-“

Ana cuts him off by sharply tugging his hair. He pouts.

“Worth a try?” He shrugs, offering her a sheepish grin. “Even with your stubbornness?”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Snowflake.”

Suddenly the teasing mood is gone as they continue to hold each other’s gazes. Ana carefully runs her fingers through Bucky’s soft hair, watches as his lashes flutter from her touch. He keeps his hands on her hips, fingers sneaking under her shirt to rub soothing circles over her navel and hipbones.

Neither of them knows how much time passes. A sense of urgency settles over the room, but they ignore it, or try to. Ana can feel the prickle of Bucky’s nerves beginning to break through; can practically hear his thoughts and worry. His fear, and she knows, it isn’t fear for himself. It’s fear of something reaching her in the Lab. All the surrounding voices fade into background noise as Ana inhales slowly.

She hugs Bucky close to her, his forehead pressed to her stomach, just between her ribs. His grip is tight, the only visible sign of anxiety coming from him. Internally, she feels different whirls of emotions with each passing second. Ana is almost sick to her stomach because she doesn’t have a good inkling about this. Between everyone in the room, the darkening threat, and Bucky trying to hold back but failing. She tightens her arm around his shoulders, the hand that was brushing his hair slips to the back of his head.

With a tiny defeated sigh Bucky releases, Ana finally gives in. She slowly morphs his energy around, hoping to at least find an ounce of courage and positivity in herself and convey it to her husband. The thing is, she is on the brink of her own anxiety attack because it just fully hit her.

Bucky is about to go off to fight another war. She knows how long he’s just wanted peace and happiness; after all the shit he has been through. He just wants to manage their little farm and play with the goats, Cat, the children, for the rest of his life, and now. Now it’s shattered. His peaceful, blissful life- their peaceful, blissful life- is shattered.

Bucky’s fingers dig into her hips as he shifts his head to peer up at her. His beautiful blue eyes narrow at her dubiously. She meets his glare, quirking an eyebrow. He straightens up, now level with her chest, snaking his hand from her hip up to her side, until his palm is resting directly over her heart.

“I told you not to do that, Annie,” Bucky murmurs, his breath causing goosebumps along her skin. “You shouldn’t be wasting your own energy.”

“Shhh, let me do this for you,” She whispers, moving her hands to cup his cheeks. “Please.”

He nods in submission, bringing his hands up to catch hers and thumbing over the rings. “Turns these on the second I leave.”

Ana goes to respond, but the same feeling she’s been getting shoots through her chest and up her spine again. It’s stronger this time. As if her body can feel them getting closer. Her stomach rolls, her body tenses, Bucky pulls her tighter to him.

“You can feel them.” Bucky states quietly.

Ana shuts her eyes, and nods.

“Buck,” Steve’s voice breaks their little bubble. “It’s time.”

They both glance over at him, a hint of guilt gleaming in Steve’s eyes. Bucky nods as Ana bites her lip. When they meet each other’s gazes once more, a split moment passes before Ana dips her head down the same time Bucky leans up. Their lips connect firmly, her fingers gripping the roots of his hair. It tastes like a goodbye and she loathes it. It feels final, and despite knowing how dangerous this fight is going to be, she refuses to see it as a farewell.

Abruptly, Bucky slides off the table, standing to his full height, never breaking their kiss. Ana just follows his lips, her hands dropping to hug around his shoulders. He presses his thumbs into the sides of her stomach as his hands pull her even closer. A soft, gentle tongue swipes across her bottom lip, opening her mouth slightly to taste him, before they break apart.

“Is this what going off to war feels like?” Ana mutters shakily against his lips. Her heart clenches.

She hears Bucky’s breath stutters in his chest. His hand comes up to cup her jaw. “This feels worse.” There’s a short pause. “Real?”

Ana huffs. “Yes. You are. Unfortunately, this situation is too.”

“I just feel you, Annie.”

The tenderness of Bucky’s voice makes tears sting in her eyes. She swallows the thickening lump forming in her throat. She squeezes his shoulders, hoping he can carry the weight of her fingers with him.

“Always feel you,” Ana murmurs back.

“Guys, I’m so sorry, but we gotta get moving,” A reluctant Steve urges.

“One more minute,” Bucky replies, keeping his eyes locked on Ana’s.

She sees them shift back and forth, and she know he’s counting the dots again. Ana moves her hands, holding his face between them.

“You be careful, Snowflake,” She commands lowly. “I mean, it. Run if you need to. I’m safe here, don’t get distracted,” She kisses him briefly. “You come back to me. Got it?”

“I swear to you,” Bucky tells her with such conviction, she has no doubt. “I love you.”

Ana blinks, her vision beginning to blur with tears. “I love you, Bucky.”

They share another tender kiss, then Bucky steps away from her; his eyes look like it pains him to do so. His fingers trail down her jaw, her neck, over her pounding heart, down her stomach and hip. He takes her hand, squeezes three times, and then he’s turning, walking towards the landing dock.

Ana turns her back, not being able to watch him go; because she can’t. She’s ready to help Shuri with Vision in any way she can, but Steve is standing in her way. She opens her mouth to say something, but the gentle yet amused look in his eye halts her. She frowns, until he nods his head up.

Before she can fully turn, strong arms wrap around her, and a searing kiss is pressed firmly against her mouth. Bucky dips her back, fully supporting her weight in his strong arms. Ana can’t help but smile at his dramatics, though it makes her heart flutter and her stomach curl with heat. She grips his shoulders, fingers digging into flesh and metal and cloth.

“You’re ridiculous,” She chuckles against his mouth.

Bucky hums, slowly straightening them again. “For you, doll face. Always for you.”

Then he’s leaving again, but he’s throwing a wink over his shoulder. Ana smiles brightly until he turns his face forward, then her smile drops, as does her heart. She really doesn’t have a good feeling, and with each passing minute, the energy surrounding them grows worse.

She feels a firm, comforting hand squeezing her shoulder. It’s a brief gesture, a silent goodbye as Steve moves to walk past her. Suddenly, she jerks her hand out, grabbing his hand and halting his steps. Her eyes are still on Bucky’s retreating back.

“Steve,” Ana whispers, trying to tamper the quiver in her voice. Her eyes slide over to his stoic face. “Bring my husband back to me.”

Steve faces her, gripping her hand tight. “I swear to you, I will.”

Then he pulls her into a hug, and she hasn’t had someone who has felt like a brother in so long, but Steve has become just that. Her brother. And it’s not just her husband that’s walking off to fight against these aliens, to save the world. It’s her entire family.

It’s Steve who had became her rock for ten, long lonely and heartbreaking months. It’s Sam and Natasha. It’s Bruce who she hasn’t seen in nearly two years. It’s T’Challa and Okoye and M’Baku, people who have accepted her and Bucky into their humble home. It’s Wanda, who was forced to grow up so fast, and is now still fighting to protect the one she loves.

It’s Vision willingness to sacrifice himself if the time comes. It’s Shuri who is doing everything in her power to help him. It’s Tony, who she hasn’t heard from, but she knows. Part of the feeling she has, is because he’s out there putting his life on the line.

They all are.

“Stay safe, Steve,” Ana tells him against the patch with the missing star on his suit.

“You too,” He responds lowly.

Steve releases her then, sharing one last look before he follows after Bucky.

Ana inhales deeply, pressing her hand to chest as if she can feel Bucky’s heartbeat within her. Then, she turns to assist Shuri, ignoring the prickling of energy warning her.

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Drabbles: Seventeen Drabbles: Nineteen

Tags: @thecreatiivecorner @kat-lives @stressedasalways @watchoutforfrostbite @justreadingfics @keldachick @fics-i-read

A/N: I am possibly taking a short hiatus for the rest of march. I suddenly lost a co-worker, someone I became quick friends with. My mom is have a major surgery in two weeks as well. So, March will be a tough time. Please be patient with me as I update these Drabbles and my other fics. Thank you guys for being amazing and reading my stuff <3 <3 <3

#bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x original female character #delicate stages drabbles #bucky and ana

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bab-ybird · 5 years ago

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sweet 떡

Pairing: Idol!Jaebum x OC

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: just one swear word

A/N Yes, I am aware that I misspelled Jaebeom’s name here, but I wrote this before he clarified the spelling, so until I find time to edit this, you’re just going to have to sit through jAebUm lmao oops; thanks for reading tho! mwah

I sit at the far back of the audience, hiding my face with a white cap and a black mask. No one except Jinyoung knows I'm here- I'm a surprise.

After I accepted his invitation three days prior to the event and he had informed the staff of my attendance, Jinyoung had requested that I be one of the last few people to go up on stage to get my album signed. I had also brought gifts for the boys: a simple ahgabong plushie for each member with a tag attached, containing a short note from me. Additionally, I carry with me a small box of my homemade dessert rice cakes, though this gift is specifically for Jaebum.

Jaebum, my childhood friend. As a kid, he always loved the rice cakes my mom made. I'd just learned her recipe before he had left home to become a trainee. Of course, we had stayed in touch over the years- I'd even met a few of his trainee friends at one point, but it was never the same. His schedule was always too full for him to hang out with me, so we relied on texting and video calls to stay updated with each other's lives.

As the years passed, I grew busier and busier, what with post-graduate studies and my part time job. What used to be daily texts and frequent video calls turned into conversations broken into parts over a number of days, the other only replying when they had the time.

Needless to say, I missed him dearly.

So, when Jinyoung texted me a couple of days ago to let me know that they were having a fansign near the university I attended, I immediately made plans to be present. Jinyoung even said he would ask permission from the staff members to let me stay after the fan sign, just to catch up with them.

Clutching the box of rice cakes in my hands, I cheer loudly for the boys when they appear on stage. I see Jinyoung scanning the crowd, probably looking for me. To his disappointment, he's ushered to his seat before he can find me.

The fan sign begins, and I patiently wait for the people in front of me in the line. After what seems like hours and hours of waiting, I'm ushered to the stage, and am put in front of the first member at the table, one that I’d already met before: Youngjae.

Tugging my mask down to my chin, I greet him with a bright smile, holding out my personal copy of the Eyes On You album for him to sign. "Annyeong, Youngjae-ah. I got you something."

Taking the ahgabong plushie out of my paper bag, I hand it to him, waving it in his face playfully. He takes it after signing my album, and it's only then does he realize who I am.

"Ah! Noona!" His lips curve into a big smile, and his eyes scrunch up as he takes in my appearance. I hastily lift a finger up to my lips, letting him know to be quiet and that Jaebum doesn't know I'm here.

Jaebum is one of the last couple of members in the order, so I interact with Jackson, Bambam, and Yugyeom before I reach the last three: Jinyoung, Jaebum, and Mark.

"Annyeong, Jinyoung-ah." I greet, smiling as I hand him my album and give him his plushie. Jinyoung greets me back, but when he raises his eyes to look at my face properly, we exchange knowing smiles. He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, and I have to stop myself from bursting out into laughter.

A few seconds later, and I am standing in front of one of the most important people in my life.

"Annyeong, Jaebumie~" I greet happily. I hand him my album for him to sign. Then I uncover the box of rice cakes, and hand them to him along with the plushie. Not having looked at my face yet, he pauses when he takes the rice cakes from my hands. I'd made them look exactly how my mother used to make them, in hopes that he still remembered.

"Ah, wait a minute..." he trails off, not finishing his sentence, then looks up to meet my eyes. I smile brightly at him, giving a small wave. There's a disbelieving look on his face, but he recovers quickly and returns my smile with one of his own, the enthusiasm evident in his eyes. It's all so surreal that I find myself tearing up. I didn't realize until now how much I miss him.

He offers me his hand and I reach out to take it, clutching onto it tightly. Jaebum gives my hand a comforting squeeze, accompanying the gesture with an affectionate smile. The moment passes quickly- too quickly, and I find myself being ushered to the last member, Mark.

"Mark-oppa!" I chirp, holding out my album and gift. He recognizes me immediately, and smiles widely.

"Eyyy!" He cheers, being careful to not mention my name. After giving me a high-five and talking to me for a while, I thank him and walk back to my seat.

The rest of the event passes by in a blur. I sit patiently, cheering for the boys and laughing along with them as they interact with the fans from the stage. Occasionally, Jaebum will pause in the middle of the event to scan the audience for me. Much to his disappointment, I'd already pulled up my mask, so I'm unrecognizable.

When the event ends, I'm the last one to exit the venue, doing as Jinyoung had instructed me to in his text. Outside, a staff member is waiting for me, and escorts me to a side entrance. I'm led back inside the venue, removing my mask and cap, and standing backstage as the boys finish their cake party on V-Live. At the end of it, they're covered in cake frosting, so I wait for them to finish cleaning up before approaching.

Jinyoung spots me first. He welcomes me with a big hug, before leading me to where the other members stand, talking noisily as they clean the frosting from their bodies.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet someone." Jinyoung says loudly, placing a hand on my back. "This is Johee."

Five heads turn at the sound of Jinyoung's voice, and two more people step forward. Youngjae and Mark both approach to greet me, while the other three watch in confusion.

"Hyung, who is she?" Bambam finally asks.

"This is-"

"Johee?"

The familiar voice interrupts Jinyoung, and I turn to meet the eyes of my best friend, who had just emerged from what I assume is their dressing room. He had swapped his outfit for a fresh pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. He stands in front of the closed door, taking slow steps towards me.

My patience vanishes at the sight of him. I forget that the other boys are there, and rush towards Jaebum, throwing myself onto him. He catches me automatically, arms going around my waist as mine wrap around his neck. I can't stop the smile that creeps onto my face as he buries his nose into the crook of my neck.

We hug for a while, before we're interrupted by a low whistle from one of the boys. Immediately, Jaebum releases me, chasing after a boy taller than him. "Yah, Kim Yugyeom!"

I laugh at the sight, walking back to stand beside Jinyoung. He starts to introduce the other members, and even though they don't need introducing, I accept anyways, because it would be rude not to. Yugyeom is getting his ass beaten by Jaebum, and when that's over with, Jaebum walks back to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder protectively.

"Kids, this is my best friend, Yoon Johee."

"Are you the girl Jaebum-hyung always used to Facetime with?" Bambam pries. I raise an eyebrow.

"I'd like to think so, yes?" I say unsurely.

"Yes, she is." Jaebum answers with conviction.

"I remember you! Jaebum would always go to bed so late at night because he was talking to you in some way." Jackson exclaims.

"The same girl that he wouldn't shut up about during break times." He exposes his leader with a triumphant tone in his voice, letting out a loud laugh.

"Yah, Jackson-ah. Shut your mouth." Jaebum commands. I let out a chuckle, chest warm.

It was good to be back.

~~~

After getting permission from his manager, I was allowed to go over to the boys' dorm, just to catch up. Dinner was spent talking and laughing with all of them, the seven of us gathered around their coffee table in the living room. We ate, drank, and ate some more, all while nostalgically recalling stories of the boys during their trainee days, and me sharing a lot of Jaebum's embarrassing childhood memories.

When we’ve finish cleaning up and Bambam, Jackson, and Youngjae have all departed for their own apartments, Jaebum sneakily pulls me off to the side and sneaks me into his room. This is nothing out of the ordinary. After all, we had grown up sneaking into each other's rooms way past our bedtime. However, there’s a different feel to it, something new that made me nervous.

Which was ridiculous, right? This is Jaebum I'm talking about. I should be 100% comfortable with him.

Then why did my heart rate just increase? Why do I suddenly feel conscious about myself? Why can't I look him in the eye? Why can't-

"Hey Johee." Jaebum calls from his desk, spinning around in his swivel chair. "You okay?"

I nod, a bit too quickly. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

If he senses something off with me, he doesn't comment on it. "So, how've you been?"

I shrug, walking around to examine the little trinkets he kept on his shelf. "Oh, you know. Drowning in work as usual."

He lets out a chuckle. I'd always been the kid with her head in a book. Always the more grade-conscious one, between us two.

"Let's not talk about me, my life is boring. What's happening with you? The new album's amazing." I bring up.

The brightest smile blooms on his face almost immediately. He opens his mouth and words flow out non-stop. Jaebum talks about their activities, their music, and their upcoming tour so enthusiastically that I find myself smiling widely, just because he was so genuinely happy.

"What?" He asks, stopping his fidgeting on his swivel chair because he noticed I wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying- to absorbed in the happiness he was exuding.

I raise my eyebrows. "Hm?"

He chuckles, getting up to stand in front of me. "First time I see you in years and you don't even listen to me."

My cheeks heat up.

What?! I don't blush!

"Sorry. I was too absorbed in-"

"How handsome I am?" Jaebum cuts in shamelessly, fishing for compliments.

I make a face, teasing him. "Yeah, alright.". Not knowing what else to say in response to that, I turn my attention back to the trinkets on his shelf, not touching, just looking.

My heart warms when I see that he still has the music box I gifted him for his fourteenth birthday. Back then, he'd unwrapped it and seriously questioned my gift-giving skills, because 'who in their right mind would give a boy a music box?'. After bickering about gift preferences in relation to the gender of a person, I was under the impression that he'd kept my gift hidden in the back of some closet, buried under a pile of old clothing that were too worn out to be worn again, much less touched.

I wasn't expecting to see it displayed on the top level of his shelf.

My fingers reach out sub-consciously, picking up the music box and opening it. The melody of our favorite childhood song filled the air and I smile to myself.

"This box really brings back a lot of memories." I say, closing it and returning it back to its spot on the shelf.

Turning to face Jaebum, I smirk when he snaps out of his thoughts and blinks, focusing on me.

"What?" He asks.

I tut, imitating him. "First time I see you in years and you're not even listening to me."

He chuckles, catching on quickly to what I was doing. "Sorry I was too absorbed in-"

"How pretty I am?" I tease. Jaebum blinks a couple of times before his lips curl into a small grin.

"I was just thinking about how nostalgic today has been." He says. "I haven't seen you in so long- it feels so surreal to me."

I smile warmly. "Well, I'm here aren't I?"

But the feeling doesn't stay for long. The smile leaves my face and Jaebum notices.

"What's wrong?" He asks, searching my eyes.

I lick my lips. "I thought I'd be able to see you more after today. I don't know why, but I did. I just realized you have a world tour coming up so it'll be a long time before we see each other again."

I try not to let it show too much, but Jaebum is my best friend because he can sense these kinds of things without me having to tell him.

"Hey. It won't be that bad. We can go back to texting and facetiming like we used to." He offers.

I shake my head. "You'll be too busy for that. And you need your rest. I'd rather you use your spare time to rest than spend it talking to me."

He tries to protest, but I remind him that I'm busy too. Sighing, he gives in. "Fine."

I look away- at the floor, at the music box, anywhere, trying to hold back tears and enjoy the fact that I'm spending time with my best friend right now. But the familiar feeling of missing him comes back- even though he's just an arm's length away.

"I'll let you in on a secret." Jaebum steps forward, using his curled-up index finger to lift my chin up so I could look at him properly.

"When I'm away and homesick, when I’m on stage and exhausted, when I’m flying to other countries and missing my own,” he begins.

"I think about you."

These simple words are all it takes for my heart to clench. The full weight of having missed my best friend for so long comes crashing down on me all at once. "Jae..."

“It helps. A great deal.” His gaze softens as he stares at me intently. "It's true. It's always been you. It'll always be you."

Tears start to form in my eyes and I bite my lip, wondering if there's a hidden meaning to his words. "This is starting to sound like something more than just comfort for me being a crybaby..."

His eyes widen in realization and he pulls back abruptly. "Fuck. You're right."

I frown and scrunch up my eyebrows, confused.

He covers his face with his hands before frustratedly running his fingers through his hair. "God, I wanted to do this in a better way..."

"Do what, Jae?" I say softly. Almost as if he just remembered I was there, his head snaps up to look at me. Then he clears his throat.

"You should know, whatever I'm going to tell you now, has been in the making for the past five years."

I nod understandingly. He takes a deep breath.

"Okay. Well, you know that old saying about distance making the heart grow fonder?" He starts. I nod.

He chuckles, but there's no humor in it. "Well, I never used to believe in that. I was never the type to have separation anxiety."

I nod again, this time in agreement.

Exhaling, he fidgets.

That's weird. In all the years I've known him, Jaebum was never one to be shy. Especially not with me.

"When we stopped talking every day, stopped video calling often, that's when it started. I didn't fully grasp what was happening because with a busy schedule and everything, I don't really have time to be texting and facetiming every single one of my friends daily. What I found weird was that the only person I felt this with, was you."

I stay quiet, not knowing how to react. He takes this as a sign to continue.

"At first, I shrugged it off as just simply missing you, missing your company, missing my best friend. But if that was the case, shouldn't I be feeling that to all my friends?" He narrates. "I found my mind being occupied with you whenever I had spare time. If there was nothing to be done, or nothing to think about, you were the automatic thought that appeared- almost as if my brain was encouraging me to keep missing you."

Pressing my lips together, I brace myself for what was to come.

Jaebum's confidence returns, and he looks me in the eyes. "So, I came to the conclusion that yes, I missed you. I missed your company, but not in a friendly way."

My breath hitches as he brings his hand to cup my neck, thumb caressing my jawline. "I love you. Can you believe it took me so many years to realize that?"

I bite my lip, chest tightening. Letting out a shaky breath, I let my head fall onto his shoulder. He moves forward to let me lean on him, arms winding around my shoulders as mine rest on his waist.

"You don't have to feel the same way about me. I just wanted to tell you." He mumbles. I frown, pulling back.

"Jae, why would I not?"

It takes a while to register, and by the time it sinks in, I'm already leaning forward to kiss him.

Jaebum's kiss is sweet. His lips are soft, something surprisingly feminine about his otherwise masculine being. What starts out timid and gentle quickly turns into something passionate. Years of pent up emotion from the both of us being released in one big wave that's trying so desperately to drown the other, failing as we keep each other above water.

I smile into the kiss, and Jaebum feels it. He breaks the kiss but doesn't pull back. Leaning his head against mine, he closes his eyes. I do the same, still fully aware of the hand that found its way to my neck, and the other on my waist. Simultaneously, we let out a sigh of contentment.

"I love you too." I tell him. His hands tighten their hold on me in response.

This moment was years in the making, and all it did was make way for more moments to come.

#kpop #got7 #jb #jaebum #best friend!jaebum #idol!jaebum #idol!jinyoung #idol!jackson #idol!mark #idol!bambam #idol!yugyeom #idol!youngjae #idol!got7 #best friends to lovers #friends to lovers #friends #best friends #fluff #romance

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personagf-moved · 6 years ago

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alphabet & soft questions ✨

I was tagged by my bb’s @prksjmiin (alphabet ask) and @joonieblossoms (soft ask) and i didn’t want to make two separate posts so im gonna apologize in advance bc i decided to stick both posts together :’) dkdkkdkd yall aint gotta read everything but if u do ily and im sorry i write novels on novels dlfksdkf

i’ll tag @koyasdad, @1ovegf, @joonlit, @sleepyyyoongs, @constellationstars and @capgi 💘

honestly feel free to do either one or both or none if u want dkkdkdkd i just wanted to tag u guys bc ily

Alphabet ask:

a // age: 21

b // birthplace: new jersey!

c // current time: 1:17 am

d // drink you had last: coffee

e // easiest person to talk to: my brother when he isnt being an absolute fool

f // favorite songs:

aint it fun - paramore

trivia love

honey - kehlani

abbey - mitski

moonlight - ariana grande

g // grossest memory: i was in the city one time and a bird shit on my forehead. i think about it at least twice a week

h // horror yes or horror no: H O R R O R Y E S B A B E E E Y Y Y Y Y Y Y im the absolute worst person i’ll dead ass watch a scary movie/video or read horror stories by myself just bc.

i // in love: with my whole ass soulmate namjoon. i luv u string bean man

j // jealous of people: im not even gonna try to lie i am a very jealous person and i am so sorry about it but i really cant help it lmfao. blame my scorpio venus i guess

k // kids of your own someday: when i say i have been thinking about this everyday.........! i wanna have it all i want the kids the white picket fence the dream house everything. i cant wait to be a mommy one day and love n support my bb’s :’)

l // love at first sight or should i walk by again: we a whole ass fool on main and believe in love at first sight!!!! i really do believe soulmates are a true thing and if a love is destined to be across an infinite span of lifetimes and universes then it will always find its way back. when you know, you know, and i genuinely believe that.

m // middle name: padilla

n // number of siblings: 1 older brother, 1 half brother (older), and 1 half sister (older)

o // one wish: to find true love

p // person you last called: my manager bc i had a work question lol

q // question you’re always asked: “why are you like this” (usually friends @ me when i wild out...which is like everyday), “are you mad?”, “how old are you REALLY?”, “how’s your brother?” (bc he ghosts all family n i have to speak on his behalf like always fsdfjksdf)

r // random fact about you: i once used a horrible bootleg copy of the force awakens to make a star wars crack video dubbing the part in shrek when he first meets donkey over the scene when rey first met bb-8 and it went viral and has like 200,000 notes and even had articles written about it. also i had a weird fascination with jar jar binks and danny devito when i was in high school and i had a habit of making either one of them my icon on school accounts so i could make people laugh when they emailed me or saw me in a word document skfkkkfkf

s // song you last sang: “abbey” by mitski :’(

t // time you woke up: exactly 10 this morning and it was weird bc i picked up my phone and it had JUST turned 10 when i looked i was so shook lol

u // underwear colour: she be black

v // vacation destination: paris bc im a basic bitch :’) also japan/all asian countries. i wanna connect with my roots more :/

w // worst habit: yeeting the fuck outta people’s lives when i think they’re getting too close/when i get overwhelmed. im sorry im a flighty bitch @ anyone i’ve ever ghosted :( i love anyone who’s ever tried to talk to me and its never ur fault, i just get the urge to escape sometimes and i’m trying to fix it

x // x-rays: omg @ tori dead ass me too tho, i had x-rays when i broke my arm when i was around 6 :o

y // your favorite food: my mom’s spaghetti! and sushi. also i love any and all filipino food but specifically i like nilaga and kare-kare oooo baby

z // zodiac sign: we’re a proud libra sun

Soft ask:

What’s the smell of your shampoo?

we got them fruity scents up in here we keep that shit smellin like a goddamn strawberry field take a fuckin whiff babes

What’s your aesthetic?

the moon and stars, soft pink and purple sunsets with a burning red on the horizon, sunrises as well, paintings and generally all art revolving around flowers and the celestial, pretty pastel pink and yellow, the sound and smell of rain falling against the window while being curled up in bed uwu

What’s your favorite time of the day and why?

lately it’s been night time. i generally get more creative and feel more at home during the night. i miss being a morning person tho.

What do you most like about the beach?

not a lot fklsjdjfkslkdflksdlkf i usually only go to get a tan and walk the boardwalk with my friends, but if i had it my way i would never step foot in the ocean for the rest of my life sdjdjdjdjsj we dont trust her!!!!!!!!!

What do you worry about constantly?

when i’m gonna figure out what i wanna do with my life lol. i took a year off to think about it but all i ended up doing was working myself to exhaustion and getting comfy in a work only mindset and now i’m only even more confused about what i want to pursue. i’m just glad im going to chicago next week because i feel like a change of setting for even just a week could give me a much needed reset on my mindset going into the next year. i worry about the future but the problem is i worry about the present too lol. oh well, we’ll figure it out!

What is a song you’ve cried to before?

oh boy...

trivia love

moonchild

first love

she used to be mine - waitress soundtrack

20 something - sza

26 - paramore

the letter - kehlani

landslide - fleetwood mac

when you see my friends - mayday parade

and many........many many more...... skskskks music is my main emotional outlet so naturally im gonna cry over anything that reflects my heart

What are some relaxing tips for your followers?

as The World’s Number One Most Stressed Out Human Being™️ i am definitely in no way fit to give advice on how to relax LMFAO

but i guess something that always works for me is putting on music i KNOW will make me sing a long or make me happy to distract me from the nerves i’m feeling. also putting on my favorite comfort movies to make me feel better (they’re big fish, scott pilgrim vs the world, and spirited away btw lol)

What are some things that make you tear up?

the ending of coco, seeing my mom cry, or anyone i love cry tbh, when children are neglected/abused, thinking about the world i’ll have to bring my future children into and how i’m going to be able to teach them to stay strong and bright in the face of it, lyrics that hit too close to home, absolutely anything tbh i cry easy

What is your favorite from each sense?

sight - the view of my cherry blossom tree against a pink sunset in the spring of my childhood home, a person’s eyes and how they light up when they smile, especially when they crinkle as they laugh

smell - the earth after rain, a forest in autumn

taste - my mom’s cooking, good coffee on an early morning

sound - beautiful melodies and harmonies to accompany them, a baby cooing, birds chirping at sunrise

touch - my pillow when its nice and cool, a cat’s tummy, a baby’s cheeks, fingers running through my hair

What is an alternative reality you’d like to live in?

one where im married to namjoon n we have a lot of smart musical prodigy babies who have his dopey smile and i live comfortably in our big ass home in korea where i raise our babies n get that good pipe down every night like i should

jk i wanna live in a reality where magic is real and i can cast spells and live my best life as the true witch that i am

What are some troubles you face on a daily basis?

for starters im ugly as shit so theres one

if we mean practically then i have really bad knees and i recently busted them again so its been really hard getting up and down stairs lately and bending over

but idk theres not really much. emotionally i just tend to get withdrawn and timid in public so it can be hard for me to speak up when i go out

What is one scene from a book that makes you really sad?

unfortunately i haven’t read as many books lately as i did when i was younger...so a lot of my memories are from books that i read like as a kid lol......THAT BEING SAID i think rue and finnick’s death in the hunger games was truly heartbreaking to read, the spine of my copies of both books have cracks on those pages bc i had to read it several times just to really believe it. also i thought it was written so heart wrenchingly well that i had to go back. also in looking for alaska when pudge, a man who loved to know people’s last words, realized that he would never know alaska’s last words. im also really thankful for that book bc it introduced me to wh auden’s poetry and to this day he’s still one of my favorite poets of all time.

Say something to your followers:

thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU for following me and for some reason deciding to stay after how many times i act up on the daily. all jokes aside i really appreciate every single one of you no matter the number and i sincerely hope that you always have love and joy in your heart and that 2019 treats you well. i HONESTLY mean it when i say that i am always here if you guys want to talk or send me things or roast me or talk shit seriously i wanna hear it all and talk about it all i think all of you are so interesting and so beautiful and i’d love to get to know more about you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS! yeet!

#this is soooo long im so sorry oh my god

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that-terrible-writer · 7 years ago

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Destined To Be

Happy New Year! Hope you have a few days of relaxation. Mine has been filled with ups and downs but it has been nice to get away from work. Thank you for the follows! 900 people! I never have thought that it would grow like this, thank you for liking my shitty writing enough to follow it!

| Kylo Ren x OC (Celestia Lux) |

Summary: Celestia Lux is a childhood friend of Ben Solo, who is infamously known as Kylo Ren: the apprentice of Snokes. Celestia is fine having nothing to do with Kylo, but Kylo has other plans to be reunited with his love.

Chapter V

Chapter I II III IV

Requested: “Destined To Be is my new favorite story! I can’t wait for more!!”

“Destined to be is fucking amazing!! thank you so much!”

Kylo had been going to training more, more than usual, but he always returned to sleep by my side. I wasn't allowed to leave his room; it bothered me less since he continuously came back to me right after his practice. What was dangerous for Kylo, what he didn't have in mind was, he left me alone with mine; which would design a different way to escape and question things that he had told me.

"Snokes wants a child?" I mumbled to myself. Was it that important to have a successor if anything happened to Kylo? Why wouldn't Snokes just steal another person, that's what he did with my Ben. My thoughts broke when I heard a soft ring. I followed the noise, seeing that it was coming from my pile of clothes; the ones that I wore when I made the trade to get back Poe. I dug through the articles of clothing, finding a transmitter burying in a pocket. I opened it, seeing Poe on the other side; a look of shock came across his face.

"Poe!" I smiled, relieved to finally seeing someone else. I huddled in the corner, worried that a trooper would come in to check on me; or worst, Kylo.

"Celest, are you still safe?" Poe asked concerned, taking in a deep breath trying to relax his current state.

"Yeah. I'm locked up in this room for weeks, but Kylo has kept me safe." I answered, looking over my shoulder to see that I was still alone. "When was this transmitter given to me?"

"When we tried to rescue you," Poe explained.

"Poe, you know how I said before that there was no hope left in Kylo?" I reminded him. I bit my bottom lip, looking over at the door to make sure Kylo wasn't going to be coming in anytime soon. I had lower my voice, making sure that only I could hear myself in the bedroom beside Poe, "He's been changing. It's odd; he's been opening up a little as we talk. He even apologized for the past."

"Is it one of his tricks again?" Poe questioned. He didn't look convinced, Poe was always questioning everything especially when it came from the First Order and Kylo.

I shook my head out of uncertainty, pushing my eyebrows together, having my mouth twitch a little while I tried words to explain. "I honestly don't think so. When we traded, Snokes originally wanted to kill me; angry with Kylo for giving you up. Kylo convinced Snokes that we could produce a child for him and he agreed to the terms."

"Excuse me; you have to do what?" Poe said, baffled. He blinked a few time, trying to make sure he heard what he heard.

"I still don't know why he wants one, but Kylo saved me. There are times that when I look at him, I see Ben again." I sighed, "I was wrong."

"Well, still be on your toes," Poe instructed me, "You can never be sure about Ky―"

I let out a scream as the transmitter broke in my hand. I dropped the pieces, turning to see Kylo standing in the doorway.

"Kylo..." I soft let out, hands clutched to my chest, my eyes widening in fear on how pissed he was at me. Kylo made his way over to me, taking off his helmet in the process. He grabbed my shoulders, pushing me up against the wall, inches in my face. His eyes had a fire in them, narrowing to peer into mine.

"What did you tell him?" He growled. His tone caused me to wince, my stomach dropping to the floor due to fear.

"I was safe." I couldn't look at him, but he made that easier by grabbing my chin, forcing me to look directly at him.

"What else." He gritted his teeth. It wasn't a question; it was clear as day that it was an order. An order that I shouldn't reject.

"That Snokes wants a child." I quickly said, my eyes flickered around the room as he was burning into my soul. "Why?"

Kylo had loosened his grip a little, allowing me to stand freely. "He wants to train them while they're young," Kylo explained.

"So brainwashing them? Training them like how you train your Stormtroopers and how you were?" I barked at him.

"Celestia, the First Order is the future."

"Ben! If I ever had a child with you, I would at least want them to choose what they wanted!" I fought back. I felt my courage leap to my mouth, my mind not listening to my heart at all; yelling at Kylo as the fear quickly left me.

"I didn't!" Kylo yelled, "I was forced to train with Skywalker, I was forced to move away from my home and to leave you!"

"How did that work out? How did that make you feel? Bitter? Filled with hate?" I questioned him, crossing my arms, "I don't want my child to hate me as you do with Leia and Han. They did what they thought was helpful for you! You need to learn from their mistake, don't force anything they don't want to do." I had calmed down, but my heart still felt as if it traveled down to my stomach. Kylo seemed to be feeling the same; he looked away from me for a slipt second before coming back to me.

"You called me Ben again." He murmured. He took a quick look at me from the corner of his eyes.

"Sorry, it keeps slipping out." I quickly apologized, covering my mouth to show him that I wouldn't make that mistake anew.

"You told Dameron that you saw Ben in me again." I hit Kylo's chest, a bit of a playful matter.

"You were listening!" I yelled, "Why did you have to do that to me?"

"I wanted to hear it from you." He explained, he turned heading back to the door; he grabbed his helmet from the dresser.

"Where are you going?" I went to follow him but quickly stopped with a push from his force.

"To train."

"But you already did," I told him.

"If you still see Ben, that means I'm not where I'm supposed to be." He placed his helmet on, heading out the door; leaving me alone once again.

"Is that a bad thing?" I softly asked myself.

I had enough. Enough with this black room. Enough of the Troopers. Enough of being treated like a prisoner. I changed my clothes, back into my dress, tying my hair into a ponytail. I got on the bed, reaching for the air vent; trying to take off the grate that blocked the only way out. I jumped, being able to grab the edge to pull myself up into it. I crawled down the vent, hearing conversations as I was trying to find the TIE fighters.

"He's growing weak." I heard Hux's voice, echoing through the vents, "It's because of Solo's apprentice."

"The girl?" Captain Phasma questioned.

"Yes, the girl, you dimwit!" Hux screamed, "Supreme Master Snokes was able to buy Kylo's excuse to keep her here, but I doubt that's truly why." I saw Hux walk over to the monitors, watching each screen until his eyes fixated on one. He had enhanced Kylo's chamber, his face scanning it all over. "Where is she!" He roared, slamming his fist on the controls. He turns to Phasma, his face red, boiling in anger, "Go tell Kylo Ren that his pet seems to have gone missing."

That was my hint to continue down the vent, stopping for a little bit when I heard the alarms go off. "Aw, all this for little old me?" I quipped, not being able to have a smirk tug at the corner of my mouth. I looked down one of the openings to see I was at the docks, everyone running around; losing it for the rath of―

"WHERE IS SHE!" I heard Kylo yell, echoing throughout the ship, having everyone, including myself, stop what we're doing. I took out my blaster pistol, turning to aim down the opposite side of the air vent and fired. The sound alerted everyone, causing them to clear out the hanger to investigate. Leaving me the perfect time to escape. I opened the vent, jumping down, quickly making my way to a TIE fighter. I shot off the chain that had it tied down, immediately shutting the door once I got in and strapped myself in; just in case Kylo tried using the force on me again.

I turned everything on; I quickly saw the main door to the docks open having Kylo run-in with an immeasurable amount of Troopers at his side. He made eye contact with me, running towards me, "Celestia!" He called.

I regripped the steering wheel, lifting the ship off the ground. I saw the Troopers raise their guns at me, but Kylo quickly stopped them, "Hold your fire!" I took one last look at Kylo before I took over.

If you're not going to let Ben stay, neither will I.

"Base? Base, do you read me? This is Celestia Lux, do you copy?" I talked into the mic, as I was heading back to the resistant base.

"Celest?" I heard Poe on the other line, "How did you―"

"I took a TIE fighter and got myself the hell out of there." I reported, "So, please don't shoot at me. Or you'll take the fun out of it for Han."

"Copy that." Poe confirmed I could hear the happiness that came from his voice; relieved for my safety, "I'll tell Mr. Solo of your return."

"Doubt it." I cracked a smile, not being able to hold back a joke, "He has to look after this kid again."

I had earned a laugh from Poe, "We'll see you when you land."

"Thanks. Lux out." I needed the line, heading straight to the planet in my view.

You can't run from me, Celestia.

I heard Kylo's voice, it frightened me, causing me to search the little fighter; only to show that I was alone.

You honestly thought you saw the last of me?

"Just did. Once I get back to Han, I'm out. Done with the resistance, done with the First Order and more important, done with you." I said out loud.

You don't mean that. What about getting Ben back?

"You said it yourself; you're going to keep training until Ben is gone. What's the point in trying?"

You love Ben, don’t you?

His comment caused me to grip the wheel tighter, biting the bottom of my lip. "Ben is gone." I whispered, "You're Kylo Ren now."

I can still be Ben to you.

"Stop." My voice cracked, tears were forming in my eyes. I felt my heart ached as flashes of Ben before he was Kylo, flashed before me. The man that I loved so much, who protected me as I was a child; the person that was never coming back to me.

If you come back, I'll keep a little piece of him for you.

"Stop it..." I plead.

I still love you, as Ben and as Kylo. We're destined to be with each other. Just come back to me.

"Get out," My voice rose a little, still soft but was more firm.

We can have a child, live like the perfect family you always wanted with Ben.

"Get out of my head, Ben!" I screamed. It finally returned to silence. I thought that shaking my head would get his voice out, waving that feeling away; making sure I wasn't going to cry over him. Not anymore. I saw the base in the distance as I continued to try and calm my heart. Why was he so good at playing mind games? Knowing the exact things to say to me. I saw Leia, Poe, Han, and Chewy waiting for me to land. Once I did, I ran up to Poe; wrapping my arms around him, nuzzling my face into his chest.

"Quite a greeting there." Poe laughed. I felt his arms wrap around me, returning the same feeling: security.

I peeled myself away, seeing Han look at me, "Poe said you been seeing Ben."

"He's still trying to destroy him." I replied softly, "I can't change him." Han walked past me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"You did good, kid. Rest up. Tomorrow we head to Tokodana." I nodded, understanding that we still had to continue doing our job.

"I'll show you where you're staying," Poe told me. I lifted my hand, grabbing the end of his shirt.

"Could I," I softly let out, looking up to Poe to meet his eyes, "just stay with you?" Poe looked over at Han, who had given him a questioning look.

"Y-yeah," Poe stammered, leading me towards his bunker. We entered, and I just resume holding onto him. "Celest," Poe sighs, grabbing onto my shoulders to pull me away, "What happened?"

"He just wants a successor, or that's what he told Snokes," I explained.

"Have you two."

"Twice. One was under that stupid mind trick, but the last was when I saw Ben. My feelings returned, and I couldn't help myself." I felt the tears swell in my eyes. "I thought he was there." I chocked, "I thought―I thought he proved me wrong."

Poe pulled me back into a hug, shushing me. He rested his chin on top of my head, letting me weep into his chest, "It's ok. You're safe now."

Tagged: @alwaysmebeforeyou

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poormansspoiler · 6 years ago

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Frido returns with a look at Devil May Cry 5!

The long awaited sequel to the cult classic is finally here! After a 10-year break from the series (sorry DMC, you aren’t a continuation of this series you don’t count), Devil May Cry 5 is here to make a comeback. Spoilers ahead if you haven’t played the other games. I am very excited to present my Devil May Cry 5 review!

Taking place years after the events of Devil May Cry 4, we find Dante fighting a large demon and Nero making his way up the tree that Dante is at the top of. Nero is joined by a mysterious character called V. Nero is missing his demon arm, and we don’t know why at this point. When they reach the top of the tree, Dante has fallen, as well as Trish and Lady. Nero joins in the fight and very quickly fails. After regaining consciousness, Dante tells V to get Nero out of harm’s way. He takes Nero out of the tree, and as they are leaving, vines start attacking the citizens of Red Grave City. Nero and V flee the scene, and Nero vows he will become stronger to defeat the demons.

We come back a month later with Nero who is to meet V in Red Grave City. He is joined by a character named Nico. Nico has made a mechanical arm for Nero since he has lost his demon arm. The two make it into Red Grave City while fighting demons along the way. When they meet up with V, he tells them that they must find Dante and the others to defeat the demon Urizen.

The Bad

I have more bad than good. Let’s just get it out of the way first. I did really enjoy the game. Having played the other games, however, there were things that were changed that I didn’t like. If one has not played the other games they may not care or notice.

Nero just looks like a reskin of Dante from the 2013 DMC reboot; they just added some white hair and called it a day. There is a cutscene every single time players pick up a Nidhogg to find either secret areas or continue throughout the game, and I just feel that this cutscene is unnecessary. The first time a player picks up a Nidhogg they know what it is. There’s no need for a cutscene of the character looking it over and sticking it in their neverending pockets. Speaking of cutscenes, there are a lot in this game. At times it feels like there are more cutscenes than gameplay. The cutscenes are well designed and look great, but it just feels like there are too many.

The game also reuses a lot of the same bosses from previous games in the series. This may be intentional, but it doesn’t feel like it is. Some of the bosses have little tweaks from the older, while ones others almost look like exact copies: Goliath resembles Orangguerra from Devil May Cry 2, the Nidhogg boss is very similar to Echidna from Devil May Cry 4, and Cerberus was already used in Devil May Cry 3–it’s one of my favorite boss fights from that game. There are so many actual demons in mythology that could be referenced and it just doesn’t feel like Calvin is using that full potential.

There are two staples of the Devil May Cry series that was left out in Devil May Cry 5, one of which was that there were no red orbs given when smashing random items in the environment. That has always been a staple in the Devil May Cry franchise. You destroy a trash can and get like 3-5 red orbs. It was a great way to mine red orbs and level up your abilities. There are also no healing items to purchase. In the original games players could purchase items to increase health or devil trigger in the midst of battle. The only healing items available in Devil May Cry 5 are green orbs that drop from killing enemies.

If readers don’t already know this, you can play as V in certain levels. V has demons you can manipulate into doing his bidding and fighting for him. The idea of him being a sort of beast-master is a really interesting concept, but isn’t well executed. The demons quickly become overpowered, and even when playing on a higher difficulty, none of my demons ever went down. The game makes you choose which demon to have fight by hitting the X button for his panther, Shadow, and the Y button for his raven, Griffon. Players can simply hold the controller at a different angle and toggle between the two making it so enemies are getting hit with long range and short range damage. V just feels very thrown together. It’s like Capcom decided at the last minute that they were going to make V a playable character. If they would have spent more time on his design and abilities, he would have been a much better character.

The Ugly

I don’t like Nico. Not even a little bit. The voice actor was atrocious, she’s an unnecessary addition to the plot, and she serves no purpose. Faye Kingslee, Nico’s voice actor, has done much better on other role, such as Citra from Far Cry 3 and Faith from Mirror’s Edge. It sounds like she has never heard anyone with a country accent speak. Nico is also supposed to be the daughter of Agnus from Devil May Cry 4. It’s never said outright, but it is hinted at. Why give her a country accent? Is it because she’s a mechanic? Not all country people are mechanics! Agnus did not have a country accent, and it’s specified that she lived with her mother, but the accent is just BAD.

The Good

The game looks great. The Devil May Cry series has always had on point graphics for the time period of when they came out. Devil May Cry 4 had awesome graphics for coming out in 2008. Capcom has really stepped up and shown their muscles this year as well, particularly with the release of Resident Evil 2 and Devil May Cry 5, both of which have amazing graphics.

As we learned before, Nero loses his arm before the game starts. Nico acts as his mechanic and creates new arms for him when he finds different demon remains. We saw this in Devil May Cry 4 as well when Nero would absorb the demons power into his arm as he defeats demons. There were a couple of different types of arms that I really preferred. The Overture acts a lot like Nero’s actual arm in Devil May Cry 4. Hellter Skelter and Punch Line were more that I enjoyed. Hellter Skelter acts as a drill, and Punch Line is basically what it sounds like: a big punch. Every arm presents a different play-style for players.

The arms will break if Nero is hit too often. There are arms found throughout the environment, like picking up ammo, and players can also purchase arms from Nico in her van shop. Which brings me to my next point: players may call Nico from a phonebooth and she will show up in her full-size van wherever players are located. The cutscenes for her driving this van into the area are pretty funny. I wouldn’t even have enough red orbs to level anything up but would call her on the phone booth to see her drive in like a maniac. I still don’t like Nico, but the cutscenes make me laugh.

This series is one of my favorites and it continues to impress. With great graphics, awesome gameplay, and a decent story, Devil May Cry 5 is a fantastic addition to the series. Highly recommend if you are already a fan of the series or want to jump in.

Written by Frido (Frido is an avid gamer and plays games when they should be doing homework. Their other hobbies include sleeping, eating, drinking, and acting like they’re going to start exercising when we all know they’re not. Some of their favorite games include The Bioshock Series, the Resident Evil series, and Luigi’s Mansion. They figured if they’re gonna have all of these opinions might as well put them to paper.)

Dante and Nero are back, and Frido has all the details. #DevilMayCry5 Frido returns with a look at Devil May Cry 5!

#Devil May Cry #Devil May Cry 5 #Don’t Fret with Frido #Frido #Video Game #Video Game Review

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miniwolfsbane · 6 years ago

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Copied from @andalite-angel post. Edited slightly.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, etc. are allowed.

Biospecialist, Marco/Rachel, Sam/Rahne, all cannon Disney Princess pairings, the two young kids Pacific Rim Uprising, Lancitty, Evo Kurt/ Amanda, Jott in Evo. Skyward??

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or ***** that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Fanfic writers and Evo romy, adult Jubilee x Gambit, others.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Never gonna be big on Evo Romy ever again, will forever hate Rahne x Roberto, Sam and Rahne with anyone but each other!!

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Evo Romy...somtimes. Because it does sorta make sense IN FANNON, but not in cannon. And Jean x Scott, because it’s so iconic, but I only like them in Evo, so...yah.

E - Have you added anything cracky crazy/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

See my fan fiction.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

The Little Mermaid and Star Trek have been there for 95% of my life.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask, Sam/Rahne, Ariel and Eric (first when I was 5, even though I wanted to be Ariel), Rachel Tobias (first when I was actually gettin into fandom), Jake/Cassie (Animorphs), Clark/Lana, Clark/Lois (I think??) and Chloe/Ollie, Romy (even in Evo at a point!), and now Eliza and Goliath in Gargoyles. I keep saying I’m not a shipper, but I think I’m just a subtle one that pines and doesn’t read a lot of fanfic, but my heart swells over seeing my OTP on screen

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

TV Shows and Western (superhero) Animation mostly, but also a few animes.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

I was annoyed by the Agents Of Shield fandoms behavior for a while, but I’ve never stopped liking any fandoms because of Tumblr.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

SuperWhoLock, Riverdale...some other popular teen shows.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Tie between Sailor Moon and Gambit I guess, but I’m sure there are lots of others. Sailor Jupiter has a good arc as well, even though she doesn’t have a lot of character development TBH.

Roberto Dacosta’s super strength power is pretty cool and he’s a chill guy. And rich. (I just realized that a lot of X-Men characters are rich, actually. Gambit, Xavier, Warren and him. Holy crap.)

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Moon. TAS Rogue too, because she seems fun to hang with, and who wouldn’t like to be called “Sugah” all the time?

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

MORE GAMBIT (and comic Nightcrawler) IMAGINES!! And just more love and less fan wars across all fandoms, really.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Hero by Chad Kroger. Ship: Romy or Mollyx Remy. Character: Gambit or Angel.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

For any fandom? A mad scientist and a famous baker get together after the scientist contacts aliens, resulting in a warring invasion on earth.

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

To be perfectly honest, The Smurfs because we’re a Christain household and we found it had stuff in it we didn’t agree with. I was three. Other than that, I’ve only given up one other fandom permenantly that wasn’t what I thought it was and chosen at a bad time.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Kurt and Kitty in Evo, and Logan and Kurt is cool, but I don’t actually pay much attention to it.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Hmmm. One that isn’t too boring? Remy isn’t (wasn’t? He is married now) particular about a woman’s height and is comfortable enough with himself to date a woman much taller or shorter than he is. (Remember, Frenzy was freaking 6′7 before she got rebooted to a normal height and it was implied they had history.) For a while it was a wish of mine they’d pair him with a short gal, because all X-women are physically clones of each other, minus Rahne, Kitty and Jubilee. Blargh. Oooh, just had an idea for a new art project to make the girls look individual! ^_^

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Besides the above? Uh...headcannon that Remy smells good and his hair is silky to the touch and yes I’m a sick, weird little person, I know. Haha, not really. I’m not much of a headcannon person.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

* Gambit: Hot, suave, lit, accent, good cook, romantic, my fictional ideal man (told you, I’m sick and weird). * Sailor Jupiter: Sweet, loyal, living on her own at bloody 14 years old, strong physically and emotionally, had trouble believing/finding her feminity like me, tall (not like me!), brunette character, thunder powers. * Tuvok (Star Trek): My second crush ever, calm, reflective, hot grandpa, sarcasm galore, strong, suffers emotionally and physically, POC and like the only black vulcan that I know of, cute little boy chest, that butt (XD), frakin’ hot.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

Surprisingly, one I haven’t talked about yet and that I’m not really fandom-y about. Rapunzel from Tangled. When I saw the movie, I was attached to her immediately. I’d grown up homeschooled and at that point I’d been caregiving for one of my parents for six years at that point, unable to move out and get married and have much of a life, so I was always metaphorically in a tower too. I have childish interests, am artistic and creative, have done LOTS of self-insert art like her, and am a generally happy person (even if I don’t always show it and don’t smile enough). So, out of every character in my many fandoms, I relate to Rapunzel the most. Also, I have only 2 things of Tangled merch-the movie, the soundtrack, and a gorgeous bedspread that’s actually based on the show, but doesn’t look like it. (I don’t like it’s animation/character designs, so it’s been hard to get into it.)

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

OMG, do we have to go here? Anything over-sexualized or kinky or just plain gross/weird. (v***, gore, ect.) There’s this one X-Men:Evo artist on DA that would be brilliant, but I can’t stomach their gallery because they feel the need to do a few v*** and bondage pics amongst otherwise G-rated pictures. *throws up* IT’S A SHOW FOR 7-YEAR OLDS!!

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Huge guy, Tiny girl! (but it looks...weird...in live action. *Good Luck Charlie flashbacks*.) Also age differences. Some people are put off by Usagi and Mamo’s age difference in Classic, but I think it’s cute and they were really chaste about it. Specifically, I liked the part where he told her to do well in school for some reason.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)? Holy crap, Pride and Prejudice and Anne of Green Gables. No one on my dash is into them though, it’s a real life thing. Long story.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

I have written more self-inserts than is probably healthy, but at least I’ve mostly gotten past my teenage phase of thinking anime guys are hot and it’s extended to Gambit as well. I’d much rather see him be portrayed by a living, breathing actor semi-bringing my fantasies to life than as a drawn character. Well, not that I’m not happy seeing him animated and his voice in Evo is still super hot, but that’s another thing. Anyway, on that note, I wish XM:E weren’t a dead fandom and I could get more reviews instead of just faves/follows. I get so frustrated, because I’m not writing my fics for myself, I’m writing them to finish the story and for the fans. I know OCs/SI aren’t everyones bread and butter, but when you work hard on something, you want people to enjoy and appreciate it on it’s own merits. My regulars dropped off the planet and the fandom is just not that active online. (It’s still kind of active though, otherwise the Gambit and other prints on Steven Gordon’s online store wouldn’t have sold out so fast.) I wish it had been as creative as the MLP fandom, but even that wouldn’t have saved it. Thankfully, there are a few people “keeping the faith”, like Coldfusion180 and some others. They haven’t abandoned it and people have made AMVs for it in recent years, long after the shows cancellation. I know we’ve all moved on in one way or another, but it’s still nice to see the love for the show and it’s characters going strong, even if we’re now a niche fandom, tiny, but there. And even if I don’t get another single review up until the last in the series, at least I can say I finished it, if nothing else. Even if your fandom is dead, keep supporting it. If we don’t keep the characters alive, they die and are forgotten. They need us.

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Everything We Know (So Far) About Cyberpunk 2077

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Everything We Know (So Far) About Cyberpunk 2077

After the critical success of The Witcher 3, developer CD Projekt Red is eager to take you on your next massive adventure full of futuristic mercenaries, cybernetic implants, hackers, and more. After receiving IGN’s Game of the Show at E3 two years in a row, Cyberpunk 2077 is shaping up to be one of the most ambitious games ever created.

We’ve rounded up all the important information you need to know about the upcoming game including:

Updated: 62 Cyberpunk 2077 Gameplay Details

Cyberpunk 2077 Release Date

As we learned at E3 2019, Cyberpunk 2077 has a release date of April 16, 2020 as a PlayStation 4 game, an Xbox One game, and PC game.

Cyberpunk 2077 Gameplay

Cyberpunk 2077 is a single-player open-world RPG.

Unlike The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, which featured a specific hero in Geralt of Rivia, Cyberpunk 2077 will feature a robust character creation tool that allows you to customize V’s appearance, gender, tattoos/scarring, as well as their childhood hero and “Lifepath“.

As you progress through the game, decisions you make will affect the story and world around you. There is apparently no morality system in Cyberpunk 2077, and the entirety of the story can be played without killing anyone. Although “to complete [the game] non lethally, you have to be very good at stealth,” according to quest director Mateusz Tomaszkiewicz. Depending on your choices, the game will feature multiple different endings.

Cyberpunk 2077 doesn’t have “Classes” in the traditional sense – in that you pick one and stick with it throughout the game – rather, there are three different skill pools that you can pull from: Solo, a combat-focused lone wolf class, Techie, focused on various gadgets, and Netrunner, allowing you to hack into computers, drones, robots, and even other people’s minds to manipulate them. You can focus completely on one of these classes, or play a combination of the three of them.

Additionally, the game will not feature any game over screens if you happen to fail a mission. According to quest designer Philipp Webber, “quests have been designed to allow all kinds of player behavior, ensuring that the game never fails players for engaging in unconventional activities.”

Character progression also won’t be possible to max out during your first run, implying that the game will get a New Game Plus mode that allows you to continue refining and building out your character. Cyberpunk 2077’s lead quest designer Pawel Sasko said, “most likely it won’t be possible to max out everything on [one] playthrough, as it would have little sense to have a game that is about replayability and choices, while in the same time allow the players to max out all the stats on the first run.”

The core gameplay will feature futuristic cars and motorcycles that you can use to get around Night City. There will be a heavy emphasis on hacking drones and robots, which you can do to avoid combat scenarios and get a leg-up on your enemies. You’ll be able to augment your character with different cybernetic modifications that give you unique abilities like seeing enemies through walls, showing your damage per shot, slowing down time, and more, many of which alter your character’s HUD. During your playthrough, you’ll encounter many different characters, many of which can become romantic relationships.

Cyberpunk 2077 Story

Cyberpunk 2077 is the video game adaptation of Mike Pondsmith’s popular tabletop RPG, Cyberpunk 2020. Players will be able to select from three different origin stories, which CD Projekt Red has referred to as “Lifepaths.” You will be able to select Nomad, Corpo, or Street Kid, with each beginning in a different starting location and containing unique background stories.

The game’s story centers around V, an up-and-coming mercenary in Night City who is trying to survive amongst the various gangs and megacorporations. There is violence, drugs, and poverty surrounding you as you complete various jobs for people, earning money along the way. In this dystopian future, everyone is obsessed with augmenting themselves with cybernetic implants, something you’ll become very familiar with.

We also learned at this year’s E3 that Keanu Reeves is officially part of the cast, playing the character Johnny Silverhand, a key component of the Cyberpunk 2020 tabletop game. It’s not clear exactly how Reeves’ character fits into the story of Cyberpunk 2077, but in a recent interview he said, “My character Johnny interacts with the role-player,” Reeves said. “So I interact with whoever is playing that and I’m part of their journey, but they’re also part of mine, so you know, you’ll see what happens.” Johnny Silverhand will definitely be a significant part of the final game, however, as co-founder of CD Projekt Red Marcin Iwiński has revealed that Keanu has recorded “something around 15-ish days of voice recording in the studio.” For comparison, the only character to have more voice lines in the game is your protagonist.

Cyberpunk 2077 Setting

In Cyberpunk 2077, you’ll explore the bustling Night City, a fictional location set in the Free State of Northern California in the year 2077. The city is comprised of six districts that you’ll be able to explore: City Center, a commercial district home to many of the skyscrapers we’ve seen in the trailers, Watson District, a run-down section that is home to many immigrants and also the setting of the entire E3 2018 demo, Westbrook, home to many wealthy elites, Heywood, another wealthy district with a growing gang influence, Pacifica, an urban slum that’s riddled with gangs, and Santo Domingo, the city’s industrial district.

After playing a session of the tabletop RPG Cyberpunk 2020, we learned that the original setting of Night City is a little sillier than some might expect – though we’re not sure if that will carry over into 2077.

Cyberpunk 2077 Collector’s Editions and Preorder Bonuses

Cyberpunk 2077 will have two editions of the game, as well as preorder bonuses that can be obtained. The physical edition will retail for $59.99, and contain a compendium that details the game’s settings and lore, postcards from Night City, a map of Night City, and some stickers. In addition, you’ll also receive some digital in-game items including the full game soundtrack, an art book, the Cyberpunk 2020 sourcebook, and wallpapers for desktop and mobile.

Certain retailers are offering preorder bonuses for the game as well. Best Buy is offering a $10 reward certificate that can be used on future purchases, GameStop will include a Samurai Medallion, and GOG features an exclusive digital game booklet, some additional wallpapers and avatars, print-quality posters, and 30% off the official Cyberpunk 2077 merch store.

The game’s Collector’s Edition will retail for $249.99 and contains a slew of Cyberpunk goodies. You’ll get a Collector’s Edition box, a collectible steelbook, a 25cm x 10” statue which features V, the game’s protagonist, firing his weapons while jumping from a futuristic motorcycle, a hardcover art book, metal pin set, Quadra V-tech metal keychain, annotated copy of A Visitor’s Guide to Night City sealed in a special NCPD Evidence Bag, embroidered patches, and everything in the physical edition of the game. Hurry up though, because they are selling out quickly!

Cyberpunk 2077 Trailers

There have, somewhat surprisingly, only been three official trailers released for Cyberpunk 2077 so far:

The first teaser trailer, released in 2013.

The re-reveal trailer from E3 2018.

The cinematic story trailer (revealing Keanu Reeves) from E3 2019.

But the E3 stage presentation during Microsoft press conference featured some additional gameplay footage leading up to the release date reveal.

And there were better looks at some key characters in an announcement trailer for an official cosplay contest.

Cyberpunk 2077 News and Rumors

It’s no surprise that Cyberpunk 2077 is going to be a massive game, but based on the game’s digital preorder page on PS4, the minimum requirement for installation is expected to be 80GB, which is twice as big as The Witcher 3.

Similar to The Witcher 3, Cyberpunk 2077 is also expected to receive multiple DLC packs according to the game’s UI Coordinator, Alvin Liu, that will expand on the game’s base story. If it’s anything like their previous game, you can expect full game-sized campaigns that bring you deeper into the Cyberpunk universe.

Speaking of more of the Cyberpunk universe, Mike Pondsmith, creator of the Cyberpunk franchise, has hinted at a possible movie that would offer up a different side of Cyberpunk, saying that, “you have to adapt to the medium to make it effective.” He also mentioned that, “with Keanu Reeves being tied up in things, [the movie becomes] much more of a possibility.”

Although the behind-closed-doors demo at E3 was not made public this year, we can expect more information during PAX West—which begins in late-August—according to CD Projekt Red’s global community manager in an interaction on Twitter.

Cyberpunk 2077 Development

While Cyberpunk 2077 has technically been in development since at least 2012, development on the massive sci-fi RPG didn’t start in earnest until after The Witcher 3 expansion Heart of Stone had launched.

During that development time, CD Projekt Red has developed an entirely new engine to create a world that is “more ambitious” and “far bigger” than The Witcher 3, even opening a third studio to do so, and has worked hard to maintain secrecy on many aspects of the game (despite early design documents having been stolen) so that they could reveal gameplay mechanics and story details to the players when they’re ready.

What will you be doing first when you get your hands on Cyberpunk 2077? Let us know in the comments below! For all your other Cyberpunk 2077 coverage, stay tuned to IGN.

Matthew Adler is a freelance video game journalist and Host of In Your Element—A Gaming Podcast. You can follow him on Twitter @matthewadler.

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