#verse: epilogue

[slavhew]

And I just have to tell you that I

Love you so much these days,

[koushirouizumi]

This A.M.V. is part of the “A.M.V.s Route” of my Digimon Adventures Koushiro Izumi-centric, semi canon compliant A.U.s series; REPEAT?_VERSE (Please note all notes on that series if you choose to view it!) This one is an A.U. spinoff of sorts, with a pretty, “calm” song; and can easily be watched as a standalone!

(For the Fic Route version, it can be read on AO3 at that link!) {Please consider checking out the fic version, which goes into much more context on their relationship!!}

Part 33 of the Fic Route version; a spinoff A.U. of A.U.s chapter, relates directly to this A.M.V., however the A.M.V. was made before that fic part! {It also contains many more contexts for this specific A.M.V. in fic form, however!!} (*Recommended to view AFTER finishing at least up to Part 24 of the Fic Route, but it can also be read as a standalone if you're all right with fic endgame spoilers!)

Note: Many more AMVs for this series have been made since this particular one, which was originally made to close out the "1st Phase"/Set of A.M.V.s! Please see this post, made later than this post was, for most of the rest of the AMVs currently in this series!

{D I G I M O N} x K a g e r o u P r o j e c t ~ S U M M E R T I M E R e c o r d (NEW Ver.) {Short Pre-view}

*Contains minimal Tri "spoiler" for "Kyousei" end sequence; "Aikotoba"

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[fernflowerss]

When you make it out of the trenches, move on to new fandoms and still occasionally reblog a fanart

But then on a quiet october sunday tommyinnit and jack appear at your doorstep with The Grief

[the-kr8tor]

Epilogue

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CHAPTER 10 <<<

3 years later.

Hobie lounges on the roof of his boat, a thick blanket under him, sunset bearing down on his form painting him in an orange glow, the heat from the sun melting him. Sweat dribbles on his temple, arms in full display, savouring the last days of summer. Waves laps softly at the sides of the boat, rocking him to a sleepy state. He looks content with his arm under his head, eyes closed, hand cold with condensation from his drink.

There's still that missing piece in his heart, longing and waiting. It's practically painless now, a dull ache whenever he sees remnants of you.

Late night calls through bleary eyes and tired muscles help wade him through it. With Letters slowing down, he doesn't seem to mind as long as he knows you're safe and happy wherever you go. But he can't help it whenever his heart seeks you out.

Hobie's finger grazes the pockets of his leather vest laying next to him. it's well worn and loved, cloth having indents and scars, a proof that he lived through it all. His pinky instinctively feels for the polaroid tucked inside, crinkled and folded a hundred times. With a soft smile on his lips when the mental image of it appears in his mind's eye. He Memorized every detail of it, from your tight grip on him to your grin under the dim light of his bedroom.

"Heard you're looking for a roommate"

Hobie opens his eyes lightning quick, elbows sitting him up from his position. He thinks he's still dreaming of you. Frozen, eyes glued to your familiar form yet different from what he's used to, from what he's learned by heart. The pictures you've sent don't do the real thing any justice.

Hands on your suitcases, you drop it theatrically when he rushes towards you. Elated, Hobie jumps off the roof with the same finesse of a cat. Arms outstretched, you giggle when his body reaches yours with a thud. He sweeps you off your feet, clinging, twirling you around.

His arms fit around you just like how you remembered it. Fingers tracing the muscles on his back, you take a big whiff of his scent, leather and citrus with something you don't quite recognize from before, yet it calms you all the same.

The embrace lasts for a hot minute, hands roaming, trying to remember how the other feels. Heartbeats syncing together once again.

Hobie resists the urge to pull away but the heat makes it difficult. Eyes glossy, he pulls away, still holding you as closely as the warmth could let him without suffocating you. He takes you in, taking all the new details to heart. Your eyes crinkling to a smile, the same ones that's currently doing the same to him.

You notice new lines on his young face, tracing it carefully with your thumb, his ring still on your middle finger, dutifully watching over you the entire time you were away.

"Hi, Wallace" you say through happy tears. Eyes shining bright.

"What?–How?...You?" He fumbles with his words. Chuckling, you get the desired reaction from him when you intentionally didn't tell him about you coming back home.

You're back to old habits, teasing him. "There's this thing called a plane, invented years ago I think– oof"

He doesn't let you finish your sarcasm laced sentence, pulling you back to his chest, warm hand behind your head, caressing, reminding him that you're back and not just some mirage from the heat.

You sigh in his hold, cheek right next to his steadying heartbeat, arms wrapped around his torso just like before.

"I'm home" you say softly, eyes tightly closed, breathing calm at his mere touch.

"For a visit?" He hopes.

You look up at him, a grin spreading on your lips, fingers looped around his necklace. "For good"

Cupping your face, calloused hands soft against your skin. You hold his hands right on top of his, kneading and tender.

"Welcome home" Hobie closes the distance, eyes fluttering shut, you don't miss a beat to kiss him back, lips moving with him. The touch you've both yearned for finally satisfied.

"Sorry, for making you wait" you say in between breathless kisses. He kisses you deeper, already missing you from the split second unlinking of lips.

You pick up where you left off, both changed yet it seems like time hasn't passed with every caress and kiss.

Breath hitching, you're more than ready to continue spending your life with him by your side again. You seep back in his marrow, staying there as long as he's willing to have you.

He smiles blissfully, heart finally full again.

A/N: Again, thank you all for the love! If you want more TTN! Hobie feel free to request, I'm more than happy to fulfill it! (I will forever miss this story)

Let me know your thoughts! Ly ❤️

[sonofsaviors]

"I hope so. It would be nice if I have kids or something." Logan had never really expressed much romantic interest in anyone else, although he could be friendly and affectionate towards people he was familiar with. But he had never really been in love. He thought; surely he would know what that would feel like if he had experienced it before.

The young Savior preened at the compliment, smiling happily. "Thanks! Yeah, I told her the same thing when it was all finished up." He smoothed his fingers over the skin, feeling quite proud of it. "She said we should definitely do color once we can either find or make good ink."

"You ever think that walkers will just... stop bein' a thing?" Logan asked; he was full grown, but there was almost - almost - a childish note of hope in his voice as he looked at her. It was easy to forget that he was a child when the Fall occurred, just starting life, and growing through a world that had drastically and forever changed. "That sounds good, Ma." He agreed, nodding his head and eager to move on from thinking of what his life could of been, and what ifs. The most he could deal with was the present.

Logan grinned at the comment, moving his arm this way and that so Carol could see the full tattoo. "Couple of weeks. Laura did it for me. We raided a tattoo shop a while back, just looking for anything useful. And you know I've been wanting to add more to it." He hugged her gently, despite his size; Ma was one of the most important people to him.

[ceaselessims]

so i'm guessing the london exclusion zone has become similar to the hilltop center, where it's the place that things from other worlds spit out from, and that's why we can hear some Things where Sam lands, but also know that the apocalypse is over in the TMA-verse

[aslanzounder]

I have to speak my truth.

[the-apocrypha]

Dude, I gotta tell you how much I appreciated your cottagecore update. Honestly, it was just what I needed today. Any time I see an update from you, instantly i'm just ~~~my crops are watered, my skin is clear, my headache is evaporated~~~ Instant balm, Aquaphor for the soul.

I also love how you're blending the lovey aesthetic ~cottage~ material with the -they live in a shack in the woods and nature has a hit out on their lives- material. That's why hurt and comfort go so well together; you really need one for the other to make its fullest impact, and you've got that down pat. Mmmpf, it's the endurance, and the grit, and the perseverance- so inspiring!

(Also, as an additional aside, your style of writing to me is proof that you can be both poetic and characterized and elegant- and succinct. Important stuff for an overly wordy bug like myself.)

I pray for good news about the life of Cat as well, I hold out hope that she survived Eskham, if just to terrorize Dream and Hob more.

Oh my goodness, this message totally made my day. Wow. Thank you so much! I absolutely have my own authors whose writing is also an InstaCure for That Which Ails You, and it's an honor to be that for another person.

The cottagecore setting is actually pretty convenient, as writing goes, because it's historical + magic, which means I can make things exactly as easy or as difficult as I need to depending on what the narrative calls for. We get a little bit of sitting cozily before the fire with your embroidery and your whittling, and we also get bedpans and moldy hay.

I especially appreciate your comment about my writing style, because I honestly feel like I don't have much of one! I am not very poetic, by nature, and most of what I write feels very functional. Brevity it always something that I am striving for, though. A lot of my writing process is typing things out, reading it, and then finding a shorter way to say it.

(Cat is the dark horse of this series, I swear to god, you are one of many demanding for her rescue. A GENTLE REMINDER THAT TRANSFORMATIVE WORKS ARE WELCOME, FOLKS.)

[sinclairmaxwellao3]

Epilogue!

[not-freyja]

WIP Game

tagged by @uniquevoidflowers, thank you Uni! (Starting a new chain cause that was getting long, lol). Name of the game is I tell everyone the names of my WIPs and y'all can ask me about them. Sounds fun!

Legend of Zelda / LU:

This Is An Adjuration: currently updating, original linkverse story with character designs from LU. Slow burn tragedy / platonic love story.

Winds of War: working title, most likely going to change. Wind's Adjuration Epilogue

Fractured: working title, probably going to change. The surviving Colors’ Adjuration Epilogue

[Redacted]'s Adjuration Epilogue, yet unnamed

[Other Redacted]'s Adjuration Epilogue, still no name

[Another redacted Link]'s Adjuration Epilogue, it'll get a name when I nail down the vibes

Emerald: Backstory Ravioli oneshot, unrelated to Adjuration technically, but set in that verse. Like, the context for this art right here.

Vidow oneshots. Like 4 or five of them.

Game Over. Continue? : a choose your own adventure LU Dungeon crawl.

Like three Ravioli PWPs that I might be convinced to post under my handle instead of anonymous author

Star Trek:

The Actual Wrath of Khan: second to last installment in the Doubt the Stars 'verse. Co-written with @straight-outta-hobbiton, and will update when we make our brains sync again. So... *shrugs*

The Oracular Refrain: timeloop ST 2009 fix-it fic.

Call Me When you Get There: also co-written with Hobbit. It's getting a full re-write at some point, maybe by myself if friend doesn't want to go back to it.

Original Fiction:

The Prisoners of Terra

Lost En Route

What's Up with Arleta?

That... is a lot more than I thought it was going to be. Huh. Neat! Okay, now I tag.... (with no pressure!)

@straight-outta-hobbiton @needfantasticstories @hotcheetohatredwastaken @life-in-winter @mika-13 @unexpectedstormy @kisnroses and literally anyone who sees this and wants to play!

[sonxofxgondor]

@tcbefearless asked: 'not a pretty description, but it suffices '

Sentence Starters: Agatha Christie! \\ Lothiriel

Colored to cedar both in eye and hair, the rays of brunette warmed to traits more familial than distant. Born of a countenance that Boromir could recall without strain, the lineaments from the branch of Imrahil, the side of his mother and her complexion. Kindness felt from the mere presence of her - the touch from the hand of Lothiriel - silver wrapped around her finger. No more a child but rather a woman married, the bride of Eomer and the Queen of Rohan. Proud and generous, diplomatic was what the court had dared to call their reunion, her and Boromir beneath the White Tree. A council of relations between the peoples made whole again; the Steward and the Queen. Commanders to the worries of their own kind, as unakin to cousins as could be, the very least in family happiness. Conversation free from the concerns of political negotiation, however, Boromir relished in her company, the taste of sweetened tea and baked treats.

Cup hot to the grasp still, corners of the mouth coated lightly in shortbread cookie crumbs, stories and tales were shared between the pair as if no time had passed. Battle victories and the spoils of war; the promise of good harvest and bountiful flowers come to bloom. All the land reborn, made anew come the end of Sauron, life from it better than before. More ample, the dreams that Boromir had hoped would come to pass come the finish of his journey, the battle against his woes. A wish granted from the heavens above; the prayers that had become answered, the skies over Gondor never to be darkened in the name of misery again. Boromir could find pleasure in his peace. Harmony in the lack of tension, serenity in the chance to be able to breathe without having to look over his shoulder. Boromir could take his happiness completely. Selfishly, with both hands, fingernails sunk deep into, smile that could go for days and days.

Choosing his next victim upon the tray brought to them both by the cook, a glass so clear that not a sole speck of dust dared to corrode, Boromir chewed into a second cookie. Soft and able to melt from the first touch of the tongue, chocolate chips and brown sugar, a delight that was addictive, temptation that gave reason to almost taking a third so soon.

"Had I not known you, dear cousin, I would have sworn you were one of my Gondor soldiers upon the battle field!"

Boromir grinned, cleaning his fingertips with the cloth provided, ivory then stained tawny, the slight smear of chocolate. "Do remind me, you are speaking about the birth of one of your horses, yes? Gorgeous creatures, aren't they? Your husband has promised to show me some of Rohan's best the next time I come to visit. I plan to hold the both of you to that! Oh! Lothiriel! It has been so good to see you. I have missed you so. It seems only yesterday you were following Faramir and I around, trying to best us at sword-play. You were always very skilled - and I do mean that. But now... now you are a queen. As beautiful and as smart as always, if not more so. My cousin, I feel so terribly old! Where has all the time gone to?"

[forebodingprophet]

The Valentine's Festival

@b-raypokemontime

By the time they got off the boat, Anastasios was exhausted- mostly from having to deal with a cooped up Hikaze and an overly-excited Celia. Xander had at least been... reasonably well-behaved- at least compared to the other two, but even he'd been jittery.

"I feel like I'm the only one here acting my age," Anastasios muttered as they disembarked.

"You're acting like a stick-in-the-mud, is what you're acting like. My behavior is totally reasonable for a teenager," Hikaze retorted.

"Shut up, you! You're still in trouble for that stunt you pulled in Galar. Arceus, I hope no one recognizes us." Hundreds of people had seen that spectacle, and while travel from Galar to OKI wasn't easy, it was certainly being done for this festival.

"MOM!" The sound of Xander's yell caught Anastasios' attention, and he quickly found the person the fox had spotted.

"Uggghhh... I told her not to come get us," Anastasios muttered under his breath. "Now it's gonna be a whole spectacle."

Hikaze, blantantly ignoring him, also ran towards the figure.

"Nee-sama! Thanks for coming to get us!"

Anastasios trudged up last, holding onto an excited Celia like her arm as a leash and clearly already worn out.

"Can we just get somewhere I can be away from these three? Please?" Anastasios sighed.

[iriysse]

over the shoulder

Inbox Answered---

--- Body language screamed a warning, the expression painted on her face mirrored in her hands on hips and determined stare through black lashes. Fierce defiance in her steel eyes . . . Aredhel was not moving. Pros of course were limited, and cons were rather rampant. She knew that if she actually was going to try and stand against him, there was a strong possibility she'd lose. He was a warrior with a feralness in his blood she lacked-- not that she even wanted to fight him, this wasn't about fighting him, it was about stopping him. He wasn't listening to reason, as brilliant as he was, and Elbereth, she had to do something!

"This isn't wisdom and you know it. You're headed right into a trap and you don't seem to care, you stubborn uruk."Hypocrisy at its finest "I don't know what you're allowing to cloud your judgment about this, but I'm asking you to reconsider, if only for a moment, before you get yourself killed for naught."she actually had the gall to glare, arms crossing her chest, looking more like an upset fishwife than a centuries old elleth who had seen countless years of darkness and danger and somehow survived them. That truly was the trouble, for all her blustering, she was fearful for him. Fearful that he would not return if he walked out of that tent, and for a moment that fear shone beyond her clear disdain of his decision.

She nearly folded then, some part of her searching for some sort of middle ground and failing against what she saw as perfectly obvious. Of course she quickly once more found her ire as he approached, and she held her head high in challenge. Up she went upon his shoulder so suddenly she gave a squawk of indignation. "ADAR!" his name was growled in her throat as she tried to heave herself free and failed beneath his grip. "Let me go!" Beating against his back was useless, her fist meeting nothing but armor which turned her protest into a low "Ow." as she cradled her hand for a moment and then with a huff tried to at least not flop about.

"Grach--fine! You insufferable bastard---" she bit off her own words before she could complete them with another growl of frustration. Damn him. Damn him. Damn. Him. Damn him for making her care.

[styrien]

❝ I cannot remember the artist, ❞ I do find myself wincing at that, but what girl of sixteen is at all concerned with the painter of her portrait? Well, perhaps many, but he'd not captured my attention so much as the vanity that had accompanied it. A birthday present from my father, the little thing had been, not overly grand but still a well enough likeness. ❝ But it hung in our hall, in Austria. Surely it could not be too difficult - could it? ❞

@lamourstre.

[zepskies]

Want to play a game? 😏

Pick a series you've written...

Maybe it's the one you're proudest of.

Maybe it's the most recent one you've written.

Maybe it's one you wish had gotten more love.

And tell me your favorite chapter and why.

Then pass the game on to another writer! (Could be in their inbox, or you could just tag them.)

I'm so curious as to what you're gonna choose! 💕

Your turn, friend! :)

Ooh @waywardxwords thanks for turning the challenge back on me, my friend! 😘

It was hard for me to pick a series, but I think I have to go with Break Me Down (Soldier Boy x Reader).

As for my favorite chapter...

I think I have to go with The Epilogue: All My Living Time.

It's the longest chapter of the entire 19-chapter series, clocking in just shy of 8,000 words. And yet, somehow it's the most popular.

But the reason why it's my favorite is that I really agonized over that chapter. Like really, I must have revised it 30+ times. Even up until I was about to post it I was making tweaks, because it was the culmination of an epic adventure/love story with dear Benjamin and the reader.

I wanted to "get it right," especially for everyone following along with the story at the time. I felt a kind of pressure lol. 😅

Narratively, there's a lot going on in that chapter. It starts with showing the practical side of a relationship between the reader and a man who's very set in his ways, to put it mildly. There's a Boys team mission that nearly goes very wrong, and the way Ben/reader deal with that (bickering to the max).

And after, there's a very "make or break" them situation that forces Ben and the reader to be completely honest and vulnerable, which isn't easy for either of them, given their pasts and personalities. ❤️‍🩹

Getting Ben to the point where he could be honest about his feelings and fears took 19 chapters, and I hope it made that "confession" moment for each of them all the more satisfying. They're each taking the chance of a lifetime on each other by the Epilogue. 💚

But even after almost 100K of story, I realized that I wasn't done writing this version of Ben and the reader. And thus, the BMD-verse was born. 😂

Sorry for that long-winded explanation (as per usual with me lol), but that's my favorite BMD chapter. 💚

[astramachina]

somebody tagged ACFD with "security breach" and i'm more than a little perplexed by that???