#would just want the two of you to find happiness no matter what

[captainpikeachu]

I don't know why Tumblr decided years later to tell me there is a response to me for this post. But since I see your response now, it is only fair I give a full response in return since I did not address some things in my short reply.

Regarding your comment on Anakin having not seen Palpatine for years, that is actually not true. In canonical comics and novels, we know that the Jedi allowed Palpatine to be a mentor to Anakin since he was a young boy. They have interacted numerous times for years, and this is why by the time of Attack of the Clones, Anakin and Palpatine already have a relationship, why Palpatine says "your patience has paid off" and Anakin answers "your guidance more than my patience". Because they have been interacting, because Palpatine has been whispering in Anakin's ear for years.

Now again, this is not to say that Anakin can't be responsible for the choices that he does make. But we can't ignore that Palpatine actively manipulated, exploited, and groomed Anakin. And that influence does matter in the context of this story. This isn't just Anakin on his own going off the handle, this is someone for whom life has already been a struggle, who already feels isolated even among his fellow Jedi and then Palpatine comes in to carefully and slowly over the years pouring fuel on the fire before it becomes an inferno.

And as for Padme's reaction to Anakin's revelation about the Tuskens, she was shocked, she was clearly thrown off, but note that she takes a moment before she considers her next words, because she can see that Anakin is crying, upset, and clearly feeling conflict and guilt over what he did. So yes, she says to be angry is to be human, because saying "You're insane!" is hardly going to actually resolve this situation. This isn't Anakin all proud and happy going LOOK I KILLED ALL OF THEM! If that was the case, then yes, Padme's reaction would not be appropriate. But Anakin wasn't proud, he was angry, he was upset, he even says he should have behaved better than what he did. It's clear to Padme that Anakin recognizes the wrong in what he did, but he lost sight of that in the heat of moment because of the murder of his mother. And sure, we see the signs as an outsider with a clear perspective, but there is a reason that people within a relationship has a harder time seeing things clearly. To Padme, she is seeing that young boy who was a slave torn away from his mother, she is seeing and understanding where that rage and anger would come from, and she is seeing that he feels conflicted and guilty, not proud. So she tries to help, she tries to de-escalate. She also wants to see the best in Anakin, the same way that we all want to see the best in the people closest to us.

And in any case, whether Padme and Anakin would have had a happy future with the twins, it doesn't change the fact that they deserved a chance, they deserved a chance to figure things out and have a life with their children.

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And regarding your other comments in the original post. I wanted to address some things.

I really find it distasteful to compare two women through saying one is better because she was willing to die to have a child while the other couldn't stay alive for her children. It oversimplifies a lot of things, particuarly regarding emotional trauma, and it is blaming Padme for her own death. It is in many ways painting a woman as vapid and shallow for dying of a "broken heart" instead of being alive for her children, and then effectively implying that it makes her a bad mother and that's why she doesn't deserve to have her children with her and they should be raised by someone else. Maybe you don't mean to come off that way, but it just comes across as very unsympathetic to the ways emotional trauma can affect a person. Someone losing the will to live after being dealt with a huge emotional trauma (the collapse of her entire world, both everything she fought for and the life she wanted with Anakin and their family) does not mean she was choosing to just abandon her children. And having seen people waste away and die because of "heartbreak" from losing a partner, as silly as that might seem to some, it's not something people just choose to do (like depression) or that they just up and decided to abandon their other loved ones, including kids because they weren't fighting hard enough for them to stay. Trauma doesn't fit in a neat little box with a rule book, and the way you have framed Padme's death in this as a negative mark against her just rubs me the wrong way.

As for Bail not being able to stand up after being told his daughter was killed versus Anakin torturing Leia, this is just missing the context that Bail knew it was his daughter and Anakin didn't. If Anakin had still done torturing even though he knew Leia was his daughter, then this comparison would be more valid and fair.

And as for "Breha and Bail put themselves in danger by adopting Leia selflessly" - I'm not saying they didn't do a good thing or that it wasn't dangerous, but it also wasn't entirely selfless. They wanted a child and they got one. It would be more selfless if they had not intended to have any kids but took Leia in anyways. Ultimately, this opportunity gave them something THEY wanted.

Lastly, I'll just reiterate what I said before, both sets of parents are valid, and Breha and Bail clearly did a great job raising Leia, as Owen and Beru did for Luke, but Leia and Luke clearly also did inherit good qualities from their biological parents, qualities that both sets of adoptive parents nurtured and helped to blossom, qualities that ultimately led them to saving the galaxy. I would never want to remove Breha/Bail and Owen/Beru from Leia and Luke's lives, but I would also always stand up to say that Anakin and Padme deserved a chance to have a life with their children. Maybe it wouldn't have been a perfectly idyllic and romantic life, but they still deserved a chance.

"Anakin and Padme deserved to raise their twins"

Breha Organa literally suffered at least 5 miscarriages and was willing to die for her children, and almost die with her last miscarriage.

Bail Organa literally couldn't stand up straight after being told her daughter was killed.

Breha and Bail put themselves in danger by adopting Leia selflessly.

While:

Anakin murdered women and children BEFORE Palpatine's manipulation and his fall to the dark side and tortured his own daughter.

Padme not only didn't care Anakin killing children, but she die because she was heartbroken after Anakin turning bad, leaving two babies who needed her.

NO, I WOULDN'T CHANGE BAIL AND BREHA ORGANA AS LEIA'S PARENTS FOR ANYTHING

[slytherinshua]

★　MARRIED LIFE　( 부승관 )

genre fluff , established marriage , husband!seungkwan x fem!reader   cw none   wc 705   request no   note for my beloved rania @wheeboo happy birthday!!! officially two decades old, what a grandma (but an iconic one) skdjsk anyway i hope you enjoy this and i love you very much <33   net @kstrucknet

Seungkwan liked keeping himself busy. Waking up at the crack of dawn and starting work almost immediately (though, not before he gets his hand on an iced americano), was his usual routine. He liked his routine. He liked keeping busy. Whether it was keeping his mind off of anything hard in his life, or the satisfaction of getting work done; Seungkwan worked relentlessly, and he never stopped. 

As for breaks, they were nice at times when everything got a little overwhelming, but he never really craved one. Seungkwan found himself bored if left alone. He’d always drag one of his friends into doing something with him, even during a break. Who could blame him? He lived for the fun of life.

But it was only after he had met you, dated for years, and finally tied the knot that he truly started to yearn for time off. His friends first thought he was going crazy when he was the first to suggest getting off work early. The workaholic wanting to stop working was never a good sign. But Soonyoung was the one to catch on first. Seungkwan was a newlywed husband, after all. 

The teasing he endured just for wanting to go back home to you was immense. 

But he forgot all about it as soon as he stepped foot into the house that he had bought with you, the one that you had quickly made feel like a home, despite it being a little unfamiliar to you both still. The hours he had spent trying to get himself to focus on work and not think about you every second paid off the second he returned to you. 

You didn’t mind that the few days after your wedding were nothing grand or out of the ordinary, and instead enjoyed the simple task of waiting for him to get back from work. With Seungkwan being such a big celebrity, even keeping your marriage under wraps was a task itself. You were content to wait until he had some time off to go on a bigger trip for your official honeymoon. Until then, it wasn’t like any of the excitement and affection from the wedding day had worn off.  

It was clear in the way you ran into his arms as soon as he had closed the door behind him. Clear in the way he pulled you into a kiss immediately, the sweet taste of cherry on your lips finding its way to his tongue. Clear in your satisfied hums in between his fervent kisses and the way his grip on your waist grew tighter, pulling you ever closer. 

The newlywed elation certainly hadn’t been dampened in the past week, no matter how long Seungkwan was cooped up at work, the amount of teasing he was sure to hear from his group mates, or the number of hours you had to wait for his return. Everything fell exactly in its proper place as soon as you were back in Seungkwan’s arms, and you relished every bit of warmth that his hold held. 

It was strange how significant the shift had been from dating to being married. Everything felt new and exciting, but at the same time, it was all comfortable and familiar as it always had the past few years. 

Everytime you looked at the ring on your finger, you were reminded all over again of the exact reason why you had fallen in love with Seungkwan in the first place. Nothing made you happier or prouder than to be able to call yourself his wife, although you couldn’t quite compete with Seungkwan’s pride whenever he reminded anyone he was now a married man. 

And, perhaps married life had changed him, even in just a few days. The man who barely knew how to relax and spend vacation time now craved to spend every single hour with you. Though, Seungkwan supposed he did have the rest of his life by your side to savour. 

But would that amount of time be enough to suffice? Seungkwan wasn’t quite sure. What he did know was that he would spend the rest of eternity with you just as you were now, even if at the end he still wanted more.

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[dcxdpdabbles]

#Holiday requests If you're not too busy I would love another part to cinnamon rolls son. Love your writing, it really is a great inspiration, you got me out of my own writing slump.

The Justice League was at their wits ends with Dan. Disaster struck no matter what they attempted to ensure he developed some softer traits.

First, Barry had the bright idea to show him the wonders of volunteer work to help the community. If he could value the life of humans, surely he wouldn't destroy it in the far future. As a teenager, Barry had punched hours of volunteering in the local hospital to play and read to the sick children in bed.

He had done it because he enjoyed making children smile and built up his resume for college. Barry was many things, but being wealthy enough to afford college wasn't one of them. He wanted to apply for as many scholarships as possible, so he started his community service campaign from an early age.

On the first day of their community service, Barry had taken him to clean up the local beach. An hour into the work, a shark had been spotted near the swimmers, and Dan had dived in to rescue a little girl from its jaws.

Dan had been hailed a hero until he picked up the girl's father and threw him into the water towards said shark. The father had ignored his seven-year-old daughter for his mistress. Apparently, once Dan overheard the man panicking more about his wife finding out the beach father-daughter beach day was just an excuse to cheat on her than his crying daughter in the ambulance, Dan had figured he needed to be taught a lesson.

Dan stood over him while the man screamed and splashed, pointing and laughing. Were it not for the Flash's sudden appearance, well....Dan may have actually fed that cheating cum bag to the sharks.

Bruce added it to the shared drive, asking Barry to include a complete detailed report, by the hour, of what happened. They figured they could analyze Dan and find what could make him snap.

Next, Clark took Dan to his family farm. He claimed nothing brought up good children like his mother and father's gentle but firm parenting,g plus the wonders of the hard farmer life. Clark was sure Dan would enjoy all the open space, the animals, and working in the fields.

Within the hour of the pair arriving at the farm, Dan happily weeded around the field. Clark was somewhat surprised by how quick he took to the job. He went inside to help Ma ready some pie and Clark's legendary lemonade as a reward.

It only took a few minutes since Ma had already put the pie to cook before they arrived. The two were gone long enough that Clark could make a nice pitcher and take a few seconds to smell the mouthwatering pie.

He went back into the field carrying a tray of a plated two-slice pie and a cold glass cup, only to stop dead in his tracks. Dan was kneeling, laughing manically towards the sky, within the circle of burning weeds.

The flames were a green and black color. Its dark smoke shifted into what appeared to be screaming humans. The worst part, however, was the lines of what appeared to be renamed scarecrows wearing shackles as they harvest Pa's cornfield.

Clark was horrified.

Batman had added to the drive, "Gave life to inanimate things just to enslave them."

Hal was the next one to try, but no one knew what happened on their Become A Better Person trip. Hal refused to place a report, only stating that he could never look at Hawaiian pizza again. He threw up when Barry brought one in for a long meeting.

At least Phantom seemed happy they were still attempting to save his son. His daughter was also more well-behaved, spending most of her days traveling. It was strange to associate her with Phantom because if there was one thing Dani liked to do, it was pick fights.

She had fought through Darkside's defenses to challenge him to a pie-eating contest. She freed half of his planet on her way out, but not before beating them up to get them to listen.

Her father would have spent time trying to do things peacefully. Not Dani. She did stuff through her fists.

Batman had added classifications to the three ghosts in the file. Phantom was Lawfully good, Dani Chaotic good, and Dan was marked as Chaotic neutral. The rest of the league suspects that his children added those, but no one was brave enough to point it out.

[gothicfied]

Bf!Nam-gyu / Player 124 Headcanons

Pairing: Boyfriend!Nam-gyu x fem!reader (No Squid Game AU)

Warnings: Mention of drug use/withdrawal, other than that it's just fluff (maybe a teeny tiny bit of angst), not proof read (english isn't my first language)

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Nam-gyu.. who you met at the club he worked at during a night out with your friends. He took one look at you and knew he was in love immediately — Your makeup, your dress, your hair, that you spent hours trying to style it, just everything about you was perfect. He genuinely had to stop what he was doing for a second to get his thoughts straight.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Nam-gyu.. who just couldn't help but give you drinks on the house, trying to make small talk with you. The music was loud, blaring out of the speakers not far away from the bar, but he didn't need to hear you. For him, it was enough to see you up close, to see you smile and laugh at his cheesy attempts at pick-up lines. He laughed along, trying to overplay his nervousness, which didn't quite work.

જ⁀➴ It wouldn't have been the first time that Boyfriend!Nam-gyu took a girl back home with him that he met at his work, but you were different. He wasn't staring at your body, looking down your cleavage when talking to him, no, he was actually interested in getting to know you. During your short conversation, he could just tell how kind and lighthearted you were. After all, not every girl would entertain his flirting.

જ⁀➴ After a few times seeing you around the club again, Boyfriend!Nam-gyu had secured your phone number, which you wrote down on his hand with a little heart next to it. You couldn't exactly tell why you liked him this much, hut he was weirdly charming and appreciated the fact that he wanted to take you out on a proper date some time. He was cute, you couldn't deny that, so you took up on his offer.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Nam-gyu.. who stayed true to his word and texted you right after his shift, setting up a date and time for a meeting outside his workplace. He already had everything thought out in his head, perhaps even imagining little scenarios about you before falling asleep.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Nam-gyu.. who could now actually introduce himself as your boyfriend after a couple of dates, long phone calls and deep talks late at night when you'd stay over at his place. The two of you had developed a strong bond in no time, finding out that you had more in common than you first thought. And, in your opinion, he was the best partner you could wish for. Nam-gyu was attentive, always noticed if you felt bad and cheered you up, funny.. what wasn't there to love about him?

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Nam-gyu.. who you helped get clean and also get a better job. The first few weeks of withdrawal weren't the easiest on him nor your relationship, but you absolutely made it work. You'd comfort him during a breakdown, wiping his tears away for him and hold him against your chest. Your nails would scrape the back of his neck, making him let out a shaky sigh.

"I'm.. sorry about that, baby-" Nam-gyu sniffled, taking a deep breath before looking up at you. "There's nothing you have to apologize for," you replied back, a bit shocked about the fact that he would think he needed to say sorry for crying. "I'm here for you, okay? I love you, don't forget that."

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Nam-gyu.. who would frequently buy you your favorite flowers. You'd always ask him what the occasion was and he'd always just shrug, claiming that he didn't need an occasion or a reason to maks you happy.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Nam-gyu.. who would try to help you while baking something, but would mess everything up he was involved with. Cookies came out burnt, brownies didn't fully bake through.. whatever it was, it just didn't work out. But, you two had fun while doing it and that was all that mattered. Well, not all the time maybe (you reaaaaally wanted those chocolate chip cookies).

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Nam-gyu.. who kisses you awake every morning, even if you could sleep in. Whenever he has to wake up before you, he'd pepper kisses all over your face, partially to also annoy you.

You slowly opened your eyes at the feeling of Nam-gyu's lips against your, turning your head away from him. He laughed and tried to lean over to give you another, but you weren't having it. "Leave me alone!" you blurted out, eyes still closed and all.

"Jesus, can't I kiss my girlfriend goodbye anymore?"

"No."

"Why? What did I do?"

"I hate you."

"Good morning to you too, princess."

[munsonsmixtapes]

I'm Still Your Boy

Ex=boyfriend!Eddie x fem!reader

After your boyfriend cheats on you at your birthday party, your ex Eddie reminds you that he'll always be your shoulder to cry on.

cw: hurt/comfort, mention of cheating

You don’t know what you did to deserve this. Maybe it’s because of something you did in a past life. Some sort of karma, perhaps? Whatever the reason, you don’t think you actually deserve to be cheated on by your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who told you that he wanted to save himself for you and you alone, which seemed to be a fucking lie just to get in your pants considering you caught him with the very girl he told you not to worry about. 

They were fucking and to make it even more sad, they were fucking in your bed at your birthday party. Well, wasn’t that just the cherry on top of the shit sundae? And they were so caught up in each other that they didn’t even hear you slam the door. 

Before anyone could see you cry, you hurry to the bathroom, thankful that you’re upstairs and that no one else was around. What’s supposed to be a fun celebration has turned into something you’ll remember forever for all the wrong reasons. 

As soon as you’re alone, you sit on the toilet and begin to cry. Maybe you feel a bit pathetic but you can’t help it. Sure, it’s not like you actually loved the man, but it still hurts like hell. Especially when Josh told you time and time again that Chelsea would never be a problem. 

And now you find yourself wondering how long they’ve been doing it behind your back. And why you feel so hurt. It’s not like you even liked him that much. And now this is the excuse to break up with him that you’ve been looking for. 

You’re full on sobbing now and it’s not like you’re surprised, you were expecting it to happen with the way they’re always looking at each other, but you’d think your boyfriend would at least have some decency to not cheat on you at your birthday party. But apparently that was too much to ask. 

You grab some toilet paper from the roll next to you and blow your nose, absolutely positive that you look terrible with mascara tears streaming down your cheeks, but you can’t get yourself to look. That would just make you feel even worse. You spent hours on your makeup and now you let some stupid boy ruin it in a matter of minutes. 

Eddie doesn’t even know what he’s doing at this party. He wants to be here, but he’s not even sure why he was invited. The two of you broke up years ago and even though it was mutual and there was no bad blood, you just drifted apart. 

He feels so weird being here in this house. There are so many memories that the two of you have created here, a time capsule of your relationship. He wants to be there to celebrate you, but being there with all of the little moments the two of you shared throughout your relationship is far too painful to relive. He misses you so much more than he’d ever care to admit. 

He wants to be your friend again, but seeing the way your new boyfriend was glaring daggers at him when everyone was singing “Happy Birthday”, he’s not so sure that’s a good idea. He’s only known he guy a couple of hours and he’s already convinced with a few drinks in his system, he’d knock him the fuck out. 

His name is Josh for starters. Fucking Josh. That should be a red flag on its own. He also somehow got you the wrong cake which was clearly mostly for him since he seemed so excited about it. That seemed to be a common theme considering the same went for your gift. He got you a video game for a system that you don’t even have and it was the second one in a series. 

And Eddie swore he wasn’t going to leave the party alive when you opened your gift from him. It was a special edition of your favorite book as a child and if looks could have killed, he would have been dead. You seemed so grateful for the gift, even going as far as hugging Eddie, nothing but happy tears pricking your eyes. 

He didn’t realize just how much he missed holding you until you were in his arms again. You just fit so perfectly. Before he could reminisce too much, you pulled away, moving back to sit in Josh’s lap, but he was nowhere to be found. 

Out of all of your friends who were there, Eddie seemed to be the only one who could tell just how little fun you were having. How was it that you seemed to be invisible at your own birthday party? Why was he the only one who seemed to care? The two of you weren’t even friends anymore. Maybe after tonight, that’ll change.He really wants to reconnect. Maybe he can invite you out for coffee and the two of you can catch up. 

It’s almost midnight. Most of the guests have already left or they’re so drunk that they’ve passed out on the various pieces of furniture around the first level of the house. You’ve disappeared and that’s all Eddie cares about. He wants to find you so he can say goodnight and get the fuck out of there before he does something he’ll regret. 

He heads up the stairs on the hunt for you, but he realizes that he needs to go to the bathroom first. He knows he should anyway before he hits the road. He sees the bathroom door is cracked and heads for it, opening it expecting to see it empty, but he finds you sitting on the toilet sobbing your eyes out. 

“Eddie, hey,” you grin at him, trying your best to look normal even though your eyes are red and your cheeks are tear stained. 

“Hey.” He waves awkwardly in a way that you’ve always found so adorable. “Sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here. I’ll give you some privacy. He turns to leave, but you grab hold of his wrist before he can get too far. 

“Will you stay with me?” You ask with a sniff. He would stay with you even if you weren’t crying, but he especially will because you are. 

He shuts the door all the way then sits on his knees in front of you, forcing himself to look at you even though seeing you cry always broke his heart. He doesn’t know why you’re crying but he has a guess. He doesn’t ask even though he really wants to. He wants to wait for you to speak, not wanting to pry, but just keep you company as you go through a hard time. 

He takes the toilet paper from you and wipes away your tears, gently dabbing to preserve what little makeup is left. He knows how important that kind of thing is to you. Well, he’s actually not so sure you feel that way still. He forgets that he doesn’t actually know you anymore. 

“I look terrible, don’t I?” You look up at him, lips trembling and he really doesn't think he can take seeing you cry anymore. It’ll just make his heart break even more than it already has.

“You look beautiful as always.” It’s his go-to response but it always worked like a charm. He wonders if his flirting still has the same effect on you. He used to love seeing the way you’d get all giggly when he would compliment you. 

“But you have to say that, you’re my-” you cut yourself off, remember that Eddie isn’t your boyfriend anymore. Your boyfriend is the reason why you’re crying. “Sorry, habit.” 

“Don’t apologize,” he shakes his head. “You do look beautiful, though. That dress is great, but I wouldn’t expect anything less. You always did have good style, y/n.” 

“Is this all just your clever way of getting into my pants?” The words are dripping with venom and Eddie wonders what he said that made everything shift. He was just paying a compliment, nothing more, nothing less. 

His eyes widen and he stammers, trying his best to save himself quickly as he’s drowning fast. Your eyes widen as well so clearly you’re just as surprised by your sudden outburst. You have no idea where it came from especially since Eddie has never been that kind of guy and he especially wouldn’t be now knowing that you have a boyfriend.

“No,” he finally says as he’s able to find the words. “I was just paying you a compliment and you know that.” 

“I-I’m sorry.” You’re shaking your head, hating how you’ve spoken to him, accusing him  of something that he clearly wasn’t even doing. “I just caught Josh cheating on me and I guess I’m taking it out on you.” 

“He what?” Oh now he’s livid. He’s got to kiss this guy’s ass now that he finally has an excuse. 

“It’s my fault,” you shake your head again. “I wasn’t giving him enough attention-” your words are cut off by Eddie taking your face in his hands, staring you down. 

“It’s not your fault. Stop making excuses for him y/n. That guy is a fucking loser and he doesn’t deserve you. He deserves to end up broke and alone.” You know he’s right but just want to pass the blame onto yourself because then there would actually be a reason for Josh’s cheating other than the fact that he just doesn’t seem to care about you. 

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” He does in your eyes. ever since the two of you started hanging out, he had a knack for telling you exactly what you needed to hear even if it was a little too blunt for your liking. You appreciated that he never failed to tell you the truth no matter how much it may have hurt.

“I try.” It seems like all of your feelings for each other that have been bottled up are pouring out, now almost palpable because of how strong they are.

“I miss you.” 

“I miss you too,” Eddie replies, moving his thumbs back and forth across your cheeks just like he used to do. “I’ll be kicking myself for letting you slip through my fingers for the rest of my life.”

“What if we gave it another try? The friendship part?” Your face lights up at his suggestion and you decide that this is the best birthday present you’ve ever received. 

“I’d really like that. Hey, I think Benny’s is still open. Do you want to get something to eat?” 

“I’d love nothing more.” Eddie helps you up from the toilet and leads you out the front door where you head to his van to head to the diner. 

The two of you find yourselves in your favorite booth, eating and laughing like no time has passed. You stay there into the early morning as the sun comes up, finishing off your meal with a milkshake that the two of you share for old time’s sake and right then and there, Eddie realizes that he’s still is very much your boy, still wrapped around your goddamn finger just the way he likes and there’s no other place he’d rather be.

[leonastarry]

{ 3 } My baby. ✧. ┊    s.jinwoo x fem!reader

☆ I like the way my baby hold my waist lovingly.

One thing you noticed when you started dating Jinwoo was that he seemed to really like hugging your waist. Anytime you two were near each other, he would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close to him. Or when you two were out, he would wrap one arm around your waist possessively, declaring to everyone that you were his.

It's not that you feel uncomfortable or anything, on the contrary, you feel warm because of it. It shows that he is not afraid to show his love for you in front of everyone.

☆ I like the way my baby cherish me.

You are his precious treasure, the light that shines into his life. So he always tells himself to cherish you with all his heart.

Jinwoo is willing to give you the compliments that he thinks are the most beautiful. No matter what your appearance is, you are still the most beautiful person in his eyes. He is always grateful for your presence and appreciates everything you have done for him. And at times when you feel the saddest and most disappointed, he will always be there to remind you how wonderful you are in his eyes.

After all, for him, no presence is more precious than you.

☆ I like the way my baby pamper me even though I'm still a bit arrogant.

Not gonna lie, his pampering of you is so much that sometimes you act like a child.

Whatever you like, he will buy it for you. Whatever you want to eat, he will cook it for you. Wherever you want to go, he will take you and make sure you are always happy.

Sometimes you feel like he pampers you too much, you say you will become spoiled. He just smiles and kisses the corner of your eyes.

"I only have one girlfriend, why can't I spoil her?"

☆ I love the way you hold my hand, I love the way we face each other.

During some free time, you and he will sit and talk about what happened. Or just you talk, he will listen to everything. At that time, he will hold you and intertwine your fingers, holding tightly. If you are not too busy and eager to tell him what you find interesting, you will catch his gentle eyes looking at you attentively and passionately.

☆ I love the way my baby kiss me, and let me know that I'm very special.

Jinwoo loves kissing you. He thinks that even though it can't express all his feelings, it's a great way to show you how much he loves you. It could be a kiss on the cheek, the corner of the eye, the top of the head, or the forehead… Sometimes, he holds your hand and kisses your knuckles.

After each kiss, he will whisper sweet words into your ear. He always tries to show you how special you are to him and how his world wouldn't be complete without you.

He's not the type to open up easily, so if he says he loves you, he means it for the rest of his life. You are something he can't lose, something he needs to care about.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

After all, with all that you have been through, in the midst of a life full of dangers, you both understand that it is very difficult to find each other. Therefore, you both choose to cherish your lover in the way that you think is the most perfect. And perhaps, this love will never be broken no matter how much time passes.

......

Sitting on the soft grass and looking up at the starry sky, Jinwoo pulled you closer to him, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head and whispered in a loving and sincere voice.

"I love you in every universe."

English is not my first language, so the story can be not so good 😅😅

[usoppshoneydew]

Baker! Simon x General store owner! Reader

Baker!Simon first hears of you through the little old ladies that always frequent his bakery( honestly their gossip channel is his best source of intel outside of price and laswell). While he bags their focaccia bread and red velvet cake they tell him about the new store owner moving into the building that's being constructed across the street. They tell him that it'll be a small general goods store with an apartment built above it. He knows all this already of course. The moment he saw the construction crew he asked Price to set up a background check for everything relevant about the new tenant, and didn't receive anything concerning, so now he lets the elders tell him the little details, more for their happiness than his own.

Around recipe swapping he finds out that you're a young woman who received the space through your grandparents. Apparently your grandparents used to live here and they were the ones who told you about it. You'd be arriving in about a week or so, and (they mentioned this more than a few times) you're single and quite the beauty. That doesn't really peak Simon's interest, not being someone that pays a lot of attention to looks anyway. As long as you're not here as a cover for something shady, and you're not a pain in the ass for a neighbor, he's content with the new change. He knows why they keep mentioning those two things. Being tall, large, handsome, and single makes him the most eligible man in this small town, and they do a lot to set him up with anyone he hasn't rejected already. There's no point though, Simon isn't interested in being with someone. He just wants to take his retirement one day at a time.

And he's sure he'll always feel that way, even when your moving day arrives. It's hard to get a glimpse of you through all the movers and the truck parked out front, and any time he does glance through his shop window and see you, it's the back of your head, the patterned wrap you have swirled around it, or your legs sticking out of the truck when you sit to take a break. It doesn't matter to him though, with something new going on in town, everyone is finding a reason to go out, and that means a lot of people are stopping by for a sandwich( meat provided by the butchery Johnny works at) or a muffin. It's only when it's getting later in the afternoon, when things have slowed down, that he gets a proper glimpse of you for the first time. He's wiping down his counters when he hears the chime above his door and that's when he sees you.

He'll admit that you're good looking, pretty in a subtle way but that might just be because you're exhausted, anyone would be after moving to a new place. You don't even pay Simon much mind, using the base politeness to order a veggie sub, likely having not eaten all day, and leave after paying with a small thank you. To Simon it looks like the little old ladies have failed in setting him up once again.

Baker! Simon who's sweeping the front of his store when opening day finally arrives for you. He's seen how busy you've been up until today, setting up the interior and exterior of your store. He saw you place crates outside along with a few flower planters, glanced at you putting up what looked like a selfmade open sign, and even a little cloth canopy over your door during his smoke break, and observed you carrying in wooden planks for shelves while he was waiting for his cake to finish baking.

He takes time to glance over at your store every now and then, just being observant as always, and notices that you don't struggle with business on your first day. That's not surprising though considering how tight knit the community is here, and everyone has been talking about the new store since the construction started. Again the buzz around your business brings customers to his, and Simon can say that he appreciates that much.

You walk into Simon's store again that afternoon and order the same thing you did when you moved in, a veggie sub. You're still tired after a full day of work but there's significantly more energy in your demeanor this time. Instead of leaving after getting your food though, you lean against the counter and introduce yourself to him. Even if he doesn't really want to, he dusts the flour off on his apron and takes your hand in his when you offer it for a handshake. You tell him about how the little old ladies in town have been mentioning him to you a little more than necessary and when he told you he can relate, you laugh a little. He hadn't meant it to be joke but he can't help but smile a little too. Because of the elderly ladies of course, that's all. You don't stay long, letting him know that you've got to clean up for the day, but when you leave you let him know that you enjoyed the food and you'd like to come by for lunch more often, before stunning him with a sweet smile. Simon is embarrassed to say that he didn't get a chance to respond before you walked out and instead just stood there with his heart beating a little faster than usual.

Baker! Simon who doesn't approach you much on his own after that. His heart beating like that earlier had to have been a fluke. He's so confident that he purposely avoids interacting with you more than necessary, because he's so sure that he's not suddenly attracted to you after that small moment you had, after all it's not like he's an easy schoolboy whose opinion changes after some eye contact and palpations of the heart.

He might not be interacting with you but everyone else is. Johnny says he's already been over a few times to check out what you sell. He came across the street to show off the dumb little ghost keychain he bought, only to leave it behind on his counter. Apparently Kyle has interacted with you plenty of times by now. He helped install your shelves and even the little canopy over your entrance and the border of your store. Simon is really surprised when he finds out that you've already asked Price to start selling the apples from his farm in your store. Everyone in town has been in your store but him and Simon won't admit that he feels a way about that.

Baker! Simon who visits your shop for the first time one night after a mishap with a bread knife. Someone above must've had an agenda because Simon has never cut himself while cooking, ever. He's simply too skilled with a knife to ever make a mistake like that, but by some divine intervention he grazes his nail and when he went to look for a bandaid in his office drawer, he was all out. So as much as it embarrasses him to do so, after avoiding you for a week, he trudges across the street to your store.

The moment he walks inside, you look up from the notepad you're writing on and give him a once over, he can see the gears turning in your head, likely wondering if you should greet him or grab the broom in the corner to swing on him with. It's understandable, it's late at night now, he's a large man, and you don't know him all that well. A small part of him is actually relieved respects that you take care to look after yourself, must be nice for your loved ones to know that you don't walk around with your head in the clouds. He knows why you're weary so he's quick to make his intentions known.

“ ‘m just trying to buy some bandaids.” he lets you know and puts his hands up, unintentionally showing you the small cut on his thumb that's still bleeding lightly. You don't blush, well maybe you do but not in the way Simon does, not visibly, but you make a face like you're slightly embarrassed to be caught with your hackles up. Even though he didn't ask you to, you took it upon yourself to grab what he needed, throwing in some peroxide and cotton balls too. He's sure it's just because you don't want him to get blood on any of your merchandise. At least that's what he thought until you rejected his money and bagged up his things nicely. Of course he didn't want you to do that, tries to get you to take it but you tell him to just save you some leftovers, give you a free slice of cake or something. Simon thinks of something better, and offers to let you sell his bread in your store.

Baker! Simon who personally delivers the bread you ordered to your door. He could simply let his new intern carry it across the street, but he wants to make sure it gets to you properly, that's all. Sure, he'll ask how your day is if there aren't many people inside,maybe even do some odd jobs for you, move some crates and bags to the back of the shop, but that's all just being a gentleman really. Who cares if he does all this while you tell him about the series you dropped last night, explaining the entire flawed plot to him from the beginning because he has no idea what show you're talking about.

Baker! Simon who starts to spend more time with you after that. Stopping by your store before you close for a small drink, making you laugh when he goes for a strawberry milk, or you'll go to his bakery for lunch opting to lean against the counter with your food while you both talk about what your regulars have told you today. When you have to keep moving out of the way for customers, he eventually invites you behind the counter to eat, it's nothing but a simple stool to sit on but it's better than standing right? It gets to the point where Johnny jokes that the two of you spend more time at each other's shops than your own.

Baker! Simon who gets Kyle to install a small eating area in his bakery, just so you can sit and chat during your lunch break, thinking you'll be more comfortable with that, a new counter by the window with a couple of barstools lined up, only to feel a little lonely when you sit there instead of behind the counter with him like before. Little does he know, you liked sitting in the back with him more too. Fortunately for both of you, customers fill that area quickly and what do you know? The only place you can sit is behind the counter with Simon.

Baker! Simon who peeks at you through his shop window way more often than he used to,when you're sweeping the front of your store, or watering the plants you have outside. He looks over the most during Golden hour. It's like the sun loves your skin the most during the late afternoon and decides to make it shine. It's so captivating that if Simon isn't careful, you glance over at him and catch him looking at you, and all he can do is go back to his bread with a burning face and ears.

Baker! Simon who keeps his store open just a little longer so you don't close up your shop all alone, keeping close watch for any suspicious characters so that the mace he gave you a while ago will never have to be used.

Baker! Simon, who recommends a recipe for you to try at home and surprises himself with how smoothly he offers to show you how to make it first when you both have time off. You both set up a time before opening hours. You show up early even if you don't have to and it makes Simon's heart act up again. What can he say? He likes when people are punctual.

Baker! Simon who not so subtly asks if you want to start meeting up outside of business hours. Not at the general store and not at the bakery. He starts with group activities, like inviting you and your friends to the camping trip he's got coming up with his boys, or perhaps just dinner at John's house. Then he gets a little bolder and suggests one on one things,maybe a movie at the theater in town or lunch at the restaurant on the far side of town. When you ask him if he's asking you out on a date, he surprises himself again by saying yes, because that's exactly what he's doing. Maybe the old ladies succeeded in setting him up after all.

Taggies: @cookieswithay

[rosenclaws]

Would you Fall in Love with Me Again (Alternate) || Worst!Logan x Reader

I will fall in love with you over and over again I don't care how, where, or when No matter how long it's been, you're mine

warnings: angst to fluff, description of violence, Wade being wade, he calls you princess

wc: 2.5k

a/n: This is the alternate plot to the other fic I wrote of the same name. You can find that here! I just really liked both plots and I think this turned out pretty good :) This is also 1k words more than the other one idk what happened there lol

Logan was having a really shitty day. All he wanted was to get drunk but some asshole in red spandex decided to come and ruin his day. Now he's sitting in someone's fucking hideout with no hope of getting out of this hell hole. At least there's booze here.

"You always take shit that doesn't belong to you?" He growls as he takes another chug.

"Fuck off." He turns to berate the unknown voice but stops dead in his tracks.

He sobers up real fucking quick as he takes in the figure before him. Without thinking your name slips from his lips. It feels so foreign coming from him. He hasn't said your name in years.

"Logan?" You take a step forward, could this really be him? No...I can't.

Your Logan would never be caught dead in that uniform. He refused to wear it, no matter how much you begged him to wear it. But this man, he just felt so familiar.

“Thor!” Your attention snaps to the other man in red.

As the commotion begins you slip back into the shadows. You don’t bother to listen to whatever nonsense is coming from the guy in red. Laura brought them here.

You knew she had a Logan, just like you. Except her Logan died. You didn’t know he could. It made you think about your Logan. They sounded pretty similar. Mean, angry, drunk. But had that softer side almost no one else saw but a select few. Your eyes land on the Wolverine standing by Red.

He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. Maybe this was him. You want it to be him, but that little glimmer of hope refuses to shine. What if its not. You can’t lose him again. You think back to that night. That awful night.

He was going off to the bars again and you all asked him to stay. You begged him for one night to stay home with the team, with you. But he walked away. It was the dead of night when you heard them. You had been waiting for Logan to come home when you heard the footsteps and the shouting.

In a blink of an eye everything was gone. Friends dead. Mansion destroyed. You had fought back as best you could but they killed everyone. Everyone except you. You don’t know how or why you survived but apart of you wished you hadn’t. Then your thoughts drifted to Logan. What would happen when he came home? What if they had gotten to him too?

Before you could even think of finding him. Some assholes in these weird suits showed up. Zapping you with some thing and sending you here. Its been a long time since then. The void was your home now and these people were your family. Every day you wished you could go back to your world, find your Logan. But it seems he might have been brought back to you.

“I know this movie is R rated but if you two could keep the eye fucking to a minimum that would be great.” Red pipes up.

“Shut the fuck up.” Both you and Logan say. Glaring at the loudmouth man.

“Aww how cute, twining!.” He coos at Logan who raises his fist, ready to stick three claws right into his face. Red lets out a shriek and runs to hide behind you.

“What the fuck?” You ask as he peeks over your shoulder.

“Sorry honey bunches but I’m not ready to go another round with peanut over there so you’re my human shield.” You raise your eyebrow at Logan who puts away his claws.

“Fucking coward.” He stares at you before shaking his head and leaving.

“How rude, you think he’s be happy to see you and we’d get one of those notebook pride and prejudice style romance scenes.” He says before leaving you alone.

Seemingly unaware of the bomb he had dropped on you. A plan forms but you don’t pay any mind. So this is him. That is your Logan. He’s so different. Sure he was never the nicest man but he just seemed, broken now. Like all hope and love had been drained from his mind. Leaving only rage in its wake.

As night falls you see him outside, drinking by the fire. Laura sits with him. You wonder what it’s like for her to see him. If it was as jarring for her as it feels for you. Slowly you walk outside, not wanting to interrupt their conversation. Catching only a few words here and there. When Laura leaves he calls out.

“Whoever you think I am, you got the wrong guy.” She turns, catching your gaze for a moment before looking back at him.

"You were always the wrong guy." As she walks away you slowly walk towards him.

This isn't the reunion you expected. When you imagined seeing him again it was a lot nicer. You would find your way out of here and go home, find him and tell him how much you missed him.

"You just gonna stand there?" Logan's voice feels so much colder.

Though you see the instant regret in his eyes as he looks at you. He darts around before staring back down at the fire. You make your way over and sit on the log next to him. His sleeves are ripped and his suit bloodied. This was the suit you never thought you'd see on him.

"Logan, is it really you." You reach out to touch his cheek but he ducks his head away from you.

"Please, I've been dreaming of this day ever since I landed in his hell hole. Tell me that this is real." He can barely meet your eyes as he swirls the brown liquid in the bottle around.

He nods his head. A small part of him says to lie. Look you in the eyes and tell you he's not from the same universe. That he isn't the Logan who abandoned you, walked away from you. But fuck has he missed you.

"You look different, tired. Can it really be you?" You say softly as you turn your body towards him, moving closer. The grip on his bottle tightens as he builds up the courage to look at you. You're just as beautiful as he remembered.

"I...I'm not the man you remember." He says lowly. His face feels heavy in your hands. Like he's letting you bare the weight he's been holding.

"You're still my husband." You hum as you bring your other hand to scratch behind his ear.

"No, I've changed. I'm not the husband you remember." He closes his eyes, relishing in your touch. You used to do this to calm him down.

"Princess..." He takes your hands away from his face.

"I've done things. Horrible things. I...I'm no hero. I wanted to be one, for you but..." He stops.

"I was weak. But I've missed you. Every fucking day I think about you." The angry quips and drunken growls were gone. This was the Logan only you got to see. The tired, broken, vulnerable Logan.

"Would you still love me? Would you fall for me again? If you knew." He whispers. He's terrified of the answer. He became a monster. He didn't have the team or Charles or you to ground him anymore.

"What did you do my love?" You ask. His eyes darken, head hanging in shame.

"I came home and you were all dead. Every single one of you. I-" He stops, the memories pouring into his head.

"I looked for your body, through the smell of blood and death I could still smell your perfume. But I couldn't find you." He remembers staining his clothes with blood. Hands soaked as he searched the mansion for you.

"When I couldn't find you, I thought they had taken you. To experiment or something. So I tracked them down. I found them and I killed them." His eyes lit with a fiery rage. Tears were pooling in your eyes as you listened to what your husband had to go through.

"I killed every last one of them. Hunted them down until I was sure they were all dead for what they did. But I couldn't find you. You were gone and I didn't even have a body to bury." He spits.

He takes his hands away from you, closing himself off again as he chugs the rest of the bottle. Old habits die hard.

"After they were all dead, I couldn't rest. I was so angry. So I kept killing. Didn't matter who. I left a trail of blood and turned the whole world against mutants." He laughs bitterly as he tosses the bottle over his shoulder.

It shatters and a piece digs itself into his shoulder. He barely even notices. Like the pain is something he's used to at this point. Gently you take the piece and tug it out.

"So much for being a hero huh?" He looks at you, expecting the worst as he builds back the walls he had just taken down.

"Logan..." To his shock you weren't angry or disgusted. You were crying. Tears are falling down your face, a look of utter heartbreak as you see the ghost of the man you once knew.

"I'm so sorry." You cry as you wrap your arms around him. He's stiffens at your touch. Your sobs break his damn heart.

"Please don't cry princess," He begs.

"I lived. That night I survived and I tried to find you but they sent me here." Logan tenses. Those bastards sent you here. Alone and afraid. A part of him wants to tear those fuckers limb from limb, but the other part knows that if you hadn't been sent here. You'd be dead. He takes your face and wipes away the tears.

"I'm not worth crying over. Shedding tears for a monster..."

"My husband is not a monster!" You say angrily.

"I told you before I'm not your fucking husband anymore!" Logan snaps back.

You wipe your eyes and stuff your hand into your pocket. Logan's breath hitches as he sees your wedding ring. It wasn't much, he couldn't afford the diamond he thought you deserved. Instead he made it, carved the band from a piece of wood and found the prettiest gem he could.

"Are you not the man who gave this to me?!" You shout.

"Till death do us part Logan. I'm not dead, I'm right here. I've been waiting to see you again for years." You take the ring and shove it against his chest.

His hand curls around yours. You were sick of this, you love this man more than life itself. When will he get that? You never wanted the hero, you want Logan.

"If you're not my husband anymore than take it back." His hand grabs your wrist, refusing to let you go. He reaches into his suit, around his neck is a chain and sitting between his dog tags was his ring.

The one that matched yours. He says your name again. This time much quieter, much sadder. There's no doubt in his mind that he isn't good enough for you. He's never been enough for you. The day you said your vows chased away those fears but they always lingered.

Then he lost you and he had just been repeating it in his head over and over again since then. But now you're here, alive and somehow you're looking past it all. Somehow, you still love him.

"Don't you get it Logan. I love you. I love you so much it hurts." You sink to the ground and Logan follows.

Sweeping you up in his arms, protecting you from the dirt and leaves. You're in his lap, hands caressing his face as he holds onto you, arms wrapped around your waist.

"I'd pick you over and over, I don't care how long its been or who you think you are now. You will always be my husband and I will always love you." You lean your forehead against his. Closing your eyes you just take it in. This is real. You’ve found each other again and you won’t let go ever again.

“I’ve fucking missed you.” He growls as he smashes his lips onto you. His hands travel anywhere he can touch.

It’s been so long since he’s felt so desperate. His hand cups the back of your head as he leans you back onto the ground. Crawling over you as he uses his elbows to prop himself up. Your hands are tangled in his hair as he deepens the kiss. Breathless you pull away, ready to kiss him again. Footsteps grab both of your attention. Logan covers you as best as he can as he unsheathes his claws.

“Woah there, let us get the intimacy coordinator here before the two of you start the devils dance.”

“Shut the fuck up Wade.” Logan growls as he sits back up. You try and avoid Wade’s gaze as you sit up.

“I didn’t know they made Viagra for 200 year old men.” He says while unashamedly staring at Logan’s crotch.

“Get the fuck out Red.” You hiss.

“Sorry angel, big fan by the way, just came out here to check on peanut.” Logan makes a move to get up and Wade jumps back.

“Fine jesus sorry for being a concerned friend!” He huffs before marching back to the hideout.

“Does he ever shut up?” You ask and Logan grunts.

“No.”

The fire has been slowly dying and the light is fading fast.

“We’re leaving at sunrise for Cassandras. We’re getting out of here.” Logan looks at you with unease. He just got you back and now you’re going to risk your life again.

“We could stay here. This place ain’t so bad.” Not when you’re here. He could make this place a home if you’re with him.

“They need you Logan, they don’t stand a chance without you.” You hum as you pick a leaf out of his hair.

“What if I lose you again? I just got you back.” He can’t let you slip through his fingers.

“You won’t lose me my love. I swear. Laura believes in you and so do I.” He thinks about Laura. The girl who lost her own version of him. Whoever that man was, he was a hero. If he could be a fraction of him, then maybe he could prove he’s more than what he’s become. You love him but he could be the man he always wanted to be for you. He could be proud of the suit , of his title. He can make you proud.

“Okay. But you’re staying by my side the whole time.” You smile and kiss him once again. Sighing as you get to relish being in the arms of your lover again.

“Deal. Now, let’s get some rest.” You guide him to your bed, he curls up next to you.

Burying his face in your chest as you try and sleep. Logan's hold on you is iron clad, he's afraid that when he wakes tomorrow you won't be here, that this was all some strange dream. You place your hand over his, cooing soft words in his ear until he relaxes.

"I love you Logan." You whisper as you close your eyes. Ready to face whatever comes tomorrow with your husband by your side.

[juullllssss]

I now have an inspiration to how the guys would react, context is this post here.

I think that these men believe in the saying,"There are fates worse then death"

Cw: mention of violence, implied torture and others.

Price: Sadly what your ex has done is not illegal "per se", but we could make it? Give this men two days and he has gotten every dirt he can find one this man. A little false fact or two won't even matter. He would get him the maximum sentence. And after all that don't think he is done yet, in prison are many ways to break someone...

Ghost: Mister "Let's call an airstrike" if you know you know Riley is just too happy to get this man all alone and show him, in his own way, what he is missing out on. Simon has seen the worst in people, that is why he can't tolerate someone hurting such a lovely creature, like yourself. You better believe, if you want, he will break this man and have him do everything you desire, and he will do it happily barking.

Kyle: If you let him he will be the one to bring your ex down in the most strategic and patient way. I am not saying that the others aren't strategic (except for Johnny) but this man brings it to a new level. First your ex will lose all his social circle in a couple of weeks, only getting disgusted and fearful looks. Maybe he even has to take one or two beatings. If your ex is in a new relationship then that won't be for long. Before he can even explain himself his partner thinks he is cheating. Next his neighbor's, landlord and even the cashier will know the wildest story's about him. Incest, follower in a cult, Orgies, Animal Ab**e, Do**** violence? Your ex has done it all. And ups... there is the police to arrest him for childp**n. And if after all that your ex is still not broken, well there are always new ideas!

Johnny: Probably the most straightforward and blunt response. Is already out the door to find your ex. After one good beating (and if your ex isn't death yet) he will take him to a nice, quite place where he can "talk" to him a couple more times. Only after making sure that he will be living with permanent injuries' and disabilities can Johnny calm down a little. But that was just the body, if you give him the go he can do a lot more for his bonnie.

[flutterbyoz]

The sooner people understand and accept where Daryl ranks on the list of Rick's priorities, the better.

I don't get why some people assume Rick is going to drop everything now he's back home and go on some mission to find Daryl and Carol.

Why, after he's been away from his family for 8 years, missed the birth of his son, missed out on seeing both his kids grow up and couldn't be there for his wife would he just wave goodbye and set off on a trip across the ocean to find two people who left voluntarily and not that long ago from what I've heard?

I swear some of these so-called Rick fans don't know him at all!

So, to put it plainly and clearly for anyone who is unsure, Michonne, Judith and RJ come before anyone else in Rick's life, before Daryl, Carol, Maggie, everyone, even himself. It would be completely out of character for Rick to leave his wife and children, to set out on a journey anywhere, least of all across the ocean.

What part of 'this is the last time we'll be apart' do they not understand?

Rick and Michonne, along with their kids are a package deal, you don't get one without the others. So unless Rick is going to take Michonne, Judith and RJ with him, which is pretty unlikely, then he isn't going anywhere. This doesn't mean he doesn't care about Daryl or Carol but he needs and wants to put his family first.

Are Daryl and Carol that incapable of looking after themselves that they need Rick to save them? Or is it simply because some people hate the fact that Rick puts his family first? Sadly in a lot of cases it is the latter.

If you're waiting for a reunion, great, it's not something I personally care much about but I hope it happens for those who want it but, if it does happen it will not be at the expense of Michonne and the kids. They will always be Rick's priority, no matter how much some people wish they weren't.

And don't get me started on hopes for a Rick and Negan reunion 🫣

This is all Rick wants now, let him be with his family and if we could have a little insight into the Grimes family adventures that would be wonderful, but I'm just happy to know they're all together and won't be parted again ❤️

[aziraphales-library]

I didn't know the fandom had librarians! This is amazing!

I read Factory Settings recently and I'd like to find more fanfics that deal in multiple realities, split realities or time travel / time loops etc. Do you know of any?

Hi! We actually have tags for these, so do check out the fics we've already recommended here: #multiverse, #alternate universe, #time travel, and #time loop. Here are more to add to the collections...

A Moment Suspended in Sea Spray by cassieoh (T)

Green filled his vision in the brief second before he instinctively tucked his head away in his coils. Crawly didn’t think there had ever been anything green and growing in Hell save perhaps a good mold behind Hastur’s knees. Cautiously, he inched the very tip of his nose out of his coils and flicked his tongue. Growing things. Soil. Apples. The oil left behind by human hands. Something strange and sharp smelling. Under it all, a smell he knew but couldn’t place. This wasn’t Hell.

Limitless by SmokingMirrorChaos, Yvesriba (T)

Crowley has never known a world with Aziraphale. Where he's from, his counterpart was the angel Anathema. 6000 years of friendship eventually lead to them traveling between worlds until they discover one where there has never been a Crowley. But, there is an Aziraphale. They met and fall in love and with Aziraphale, Crowley finds the happiness he's always sought. A tale told in Crowley's stories to Aziraphale and flashbacks.

creatures of circumstance by attheborder (M)

Anthony J. Crowley, Jr. is the prodigal son of CrowleyCorp, the UK’s most powerful, dangerous, and controversial technology company. A one-night stand with a mysterious man who calls himself Aziraphale tips his hopeless life upside-down into a dangerous obsession. And somewhere else entirely, a girl-shaped creature is presiding over the back room of a bookshop in Soho, where an angel and a demon lay unconscious on the floor…

Endless Night by AppleSeeds (T)

Spending Halloween in an old cottage with his housemates, university student Crowley finds himself trapped in a time loop that repeats every four hours, with only the spirit of Anathema's dead witchy ancestor to help guide him. Agnes believes the time loop has been triggered by Crowley's own thoughts, and that the only way to break it is to ensure that Aziraphale, who Crowley is completely infatuated with, actually enjoys himself. Despite how flustered he gets every time he even looks at Aziraphale, Crowley does everything he can to try to make that happen. But no matter what he tries, things keep going wrong.

World Enough And Time by Stephquiem (T)

For Aziraphale, there were always two Crowleys: the First Crowley, the one he met in the Garden, the one he's spent 6000 years meeting across human history. And there is the Second Crowley, the one who comes to him across time, again and again, propelled, it would seem, by some unknown tragedy. Both, his hereditary enemy. His dearest friend. For Crowley, there is a Before, and there is an After. Before, he spent 6000 years as Hell's agent on Earth, seeing Aziraphale occasionally, working together where they could get away with it. After... After, he's drawn back over and over, like he's attached by a tether that just won't let him go. Not that he wants it to let him go. The alternative...

Smoke and Mirrors by cyankelpie (T)

“If we want the truth from him, he needs to feel safe enough to speak truthfully,” said Gabriel. “Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘The traitor couldn’t possibly feel safe while he’s in Heaven for interrogation!’ And you’d be right.” His grin widened. “But—this is where it gets really good—he won’t even know that’s where he is.” (Aziraphale is imprisoned in Heaven, but breaks free thanks to Crowley’s help. On Earth, Crowley wakes up from his pandemic nap to find Aziraphale missing. Meanwhile, two angels watch an imaginary life unfold, with all the time in the world to wait for the answers they need.) And the sequel, dealing with the aftermath: Reality Check

- Mod D

[ev3alyx]

𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

This course may include readings, media, and discussion around topics such as knife play, gore, violence, gun use/play, choking, masochism/sadism, mention of death and suicide, usage of drugs, rape, cnc, murder.

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4:30 a.m.

It was early, super early, in fact. You could feel your eyes wanting to stay closed each time you blinked. You were also starving, to the point that your stomach was in pure pain. Trying to find something to eat, you wandered throughout Gyeongju-si, searching the trash bins behind every restaurant. Usually, it was filled with leftover food that you couldn't comprehend why it was thrown away.

After 8 restaurants and 24 trash bins, all that was found is some bread and bones. You put it in your bag and headed to the subway to sit in some warmth. Even if it wasn't what's enough for your body, your body didn't complain and ate it anyway.

Suddenly, you heard a thud. It was loud, super loud, probably since it was 6 a.m., and the subway was almost empty in your city. Sitting on the bench, you leaned to the left to see what the sound was. That's when you saw a man in a suit playing Ddakji with a stranger. Each time the stranger lost, the man would slap him. You hissed through your teeth in agony. "Geez.. getting slapped this early?" You thought to yourself. Observing from afar, you see the stranger win. It was a young woman with long brown hair tied up in a ponytail along with two little braids that faded to light purpleish colour. She jumped in happiness as she reached her hand out to slap the man. When her hand was few centimetres away from his face, he grabbed it and shoved money along with a little card into her hand. She seemed confused at first but didn't ask the second money was put in her palm. The man then left.

Before watching the young woman leave, you ran after her, "Miss! Miss!". She waited, and once you arrived, panting you stood in front of her bent slightly over and supporting yourself with your hands on your knees. You gasped for air and stood up properly, "Oh, sorry... my name is Y/N. " You smile and bend over politely, her returning the bow. "I was wondering..what was the card that man gave you?" you said, pointing to the direction the man left. The woman chuckled, handing you the card. "Apparently, we can win ₩45.6 billion here. We just need to meet some guys at this address in two days." she smiles but then gasps. "Oh, I'm sorry, i didn't introduce myself." she bows as an apology and reaches out her hand. You shake it as she says,"My name is Hye-Won. Nice to meet you!"

Smiling, you accept her apology and ask, "Can i perhaps take a picture of the card?" while holding your phone out with the camera open. She nods, and you take a picture, the flash lighting the card up properly. It was a small rectangular and brown card with a symbol of an "o" rectangle and a triangle. Just by looking at it, it's felt weird, dark even. You thank her and leave, wandering off staring at your phone. No matter how good ₩45.6 billion sounded, it felt off. You shrug it off as you get ready in your apartment but fall asleep shortly.

2 days later ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Putting on your clean and freshly washed clothes, you make your way to the given address on the card Hye-Won gave you. Standing there anxiously, you pick your skin on your nails, checking the time every 30 seconds. It was cold, really cold. You weren't able to tell if it was from the fear and uneasiness or if it was actually cold. You were interrupted from your thoughts and worry by a car stopping in front of you. A man in a pink jumpsuit with a mask gets out and approaches you. He has a triangle symbol on the black mask, fully covering his face. Tilting your head in confusion, he places his hand on your back, walking you into the car. You felt very bad now. It felt like you were being kidnapped, but you tried to stay calm even though you felt like you were going to have a panic attack at any second now. You entered the car anyway. It was luxurious inside it made you feel like a famous person, the seats were leather black and red. There was a gold piggy bank placed in front of you with holes that speakers have. A man in a deep voice started talking, telling you the instructions "Welcome Y/N..." as ominous smoke started filling the car you could feel yourself passing out more and more each second. "do you agree to these terms and wish to join the game?" he says, as you were seconds away from falling asleep. "Yeah...." you mutter as you drift to sleep.

You woke up in a dark room, surrounded by tons of people. Streching you notice you're in different clothes. You look and see you're in a green jumpsuit with white stripes. Looking around, you see everyone has a number. Yours was 111, your favourite angel number. "Ew green." The room had given you bad vibes already. You thought to yourself. As you look around and see numerous bunkbeds, you spot to your right Hye-Won.

"Hye-Won!" You yell in excitement, walking towards her and sitting on the edge of her bed. "Oh hi, Y/N! You came!" she smiles as she welcomes you with a warm hug. On her left chest, you could see the number "196". You start a short conversation with her only to be interrupted by the big door sliding open, multiple guards walking in with MP5A3 sub-machine guns in their arms, strapped to their back. You stand up, causios and observing them closely from Hye-Wons high bunkbed. The door closes as now everyone is standing in a circle, curious. Everyone keeps quiet as the guard in front with a square mask starts talking, "We all welcome you warmly to the Squid Games and are grateful you've joined. Let me go over the rules." he moves his head to crack his neck quietly. "We will be going to play a single game every day. Fail, or break the rules, and you will be eliminated. For every eliminated person, we'll add ₩10 million to the piggy bank. The final price, as said, is ₩45.6 billion. The first game will begin shortly. Once again, we warmly welcome you."

You notice a timer for 20 minutes going off while everyone seems to be amused by the amount of money. They're looking around. Some are talking in big groups and some in small groups. You turn back to Hye-Won and give her a smile. "Well, good luck to you, Hye-Won," you say, warmly patting her shoulder.

20 minutes later

As the timer went off, guards came in once again to take everyone somewhere else. You follow everyone, Hye-Won, walking behind you. Looking around the stairs to different rooms seems like a maze. You couldn't figure out how the guards remember where to go. Eventually, you arrive in a big room, the walls imidiating the outside world with a blue sky. Some grass, along with some trees, drew on it. The ceiling was open. You could see the actual sky, and it made you feel a bit better to feel the fresh air. There was a big doll at the end of the room with two guards guarding it standing next to it with guns strapped to their back, two lines on the floor marking the start and the end. "Why do they allways carry guns?" You wondered out loud as a man appeared behind you. He had purple hair with a black dyed undercut. "Señorita i think they're trying to kill us." he says, seeming proud of himself. You knew him, you saw his face a few times on the internet. "Wow, Thanos? What are you doing here, hm?" You smile, tilting your head. He chuckles as he shakes his head. "That doesn't matter now, does it?" he leans over, placing his hand on your shoulder. Suddenly, you hear a loud buzzing sound from the speakers as a woman starts talking. "Welcome to Red light, Green light. The rules are simply to move towards the finish line in time when the light is green and stay still when the light is red. Whoever moves or doesn't make it to the finish line in time will be eliminated. Good luck, players.

Before the game begins, a man with the number 456 stands in front of everyone,

"Stop and listen to me! These games are no joke! If you lose, they will kill you!" he yells at the top of his lungs. Everyone is looking around, confused. The question is, "How do you know?"Are you high?" Fill the room as he tries to grab the Players attention again. This goes on for some solid minutes before the doll begins talking. "Green light!" it says loudly as everyone moves forward fast. The second the doll says, "Red light!" 456 yells, facing backwards."Freeze!" He was so loud, most of the players got scared. You could see a man that seemed related to him, whispering anxiously. "Cover your mouth or it will see you!" he yells. As the green light goes back on, everyone runs with 456 yelling "freeze" again, each time. You stood behind Hye-Won, Thanos slightly in front of you. "Hey..what is that?" Hye-Won says anxiously as a bee is sitting on her neck. Thanos chuckles, "It knows you're a flower. There's a bee on you." he smirks. "Ah a bee?!" Hye-Won yells as she jumps and moves around before looking at you. "Shit, i just moved, didn't i?" she says as she gets shot straight in the head and the speaker announcements,"Player 196 eliminated.". Your body stands still as her blood splatters all over yours and Thanos's face. You start shaking, trying to hold back all the screaming and crying you want to do. A few seconds later, people look at you slowly, immidently screaming and panicking, trying to run away but only end up getting shot as well. 456 covers his mouth and takes a deep breath before yelling, "Stop! Please don't move they will shoot you! Stay still and don't panic!." The amount of adrenaline rushing through your body was insane it made you feel so dizzy. As the green light comes on, you see Thanos opening his cross necklace and taking out a pill. You couldn't help but ask for one politely. Without hesitation, Thanos chuckles and uses his hand to open your mouth and place one on the top of your tongue. You blush slightly and swallow the pill, seconds in feeling much better. The rest of the game feels blurry as all it was for you was fun and a mess. Your brain starts remembering what you're currently doing around the time you're back where your beds are, everyone scared and immidently hiding themselves in corners as you sit on Hye-Won's bed. As the drugs wear off, you start feeling sad, your eyes tearing up and falling off your face as they mix with all the blood that was sprayed onto your face and body. Everyone smelled like blood, and it made you feel a little sicker each second as you tried not to cry on Hye-Won's bed.

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As you sat on Hye-Won's bed, you hear footsteps in your direction, getting louder and lift your head up to see Thanos leaning on the edge of the bedframe, looking at you. "Ugh, this is cringe, but.. are you okay?" he says worringly, cringing at himself being so caring towards you. You wipe your tears and smile at him "Yeah just a little shocked... She was such a nice girl and didn't deserve to die.". Thanos nods. "You're right." You then suddenly remember something. "Yeah, you're right. it's your fault!" You stand up quickly enough to make your head spin. You push him slightly against his chest. "If you would've just been quiet, she could've made it, you asshole! And here you thought you could be a good person asking me if i'm okay!" You yell loudly as people start to catch attention to you, turning around and staring. "God flower, calm down. You're causing a scene!" He says as he steps backwards, towering over you he looks down "Just...quiet down all right? Good grief..." he sighs, crossing his arms. You could almost explode from all the anger in your veins, rushing through your body all the way up to your heart, beating fast enough for you to get a heart attack. "Quiet down?" You scoff, moving towards him."You want me to quiet down?!" You yell, centimetres away from Thanos. You grab him by his shirt to pull him closer to you "Listen here you little shit i will make you fucking pay for what you've done even if it's the last thing i do in this asylum." Seeing Thanos smirk, it made you even angrier before he grabbed both of your arms and held them above you strongly. "Oh do you know who the fuck you're even talking to?" he chuckles in an angry way, it made you almost shit your pants seeing how he probably could break your wrists at any second but it also slightly turned you on and that's what he didn't know about. "What, are you going to hurt me now too hm? Is that what you're into?" you say smirking, leaning near him with your face. He returns the smirk, moving his face towards yours, your lips centimetres away from each other. "And what if i do, huh?" saying he holds your wrists together even harder. You smirk, trying to hald back your laugh. "Oh, you're a kinky one, aren't you?" You kick him away, turning around and sitting back in Hye-Won's bed. Thanos scoffs playfully as Nam-gyu (player 124) tried to go after you but was stopped by Thanos's hand. He pats his shoulder and says, "Leave it, she's a hard one to get, but I'll get her eventually. "

⊹ ࣪ ˖ -evealyx on wattpad (UNFINISHED!)

[disappearintothegrey]

Are you still taking requests? Can you write something related to angst (if you want with a happy ending) about Noah/reader? It's up to you.

<3

i sure am! i hope this lives up to your expectations! so sorry for the delay, but i am back. send in your requests!

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All I Wanted

warnings: domestic abuse, not extremely graphic but it's there, language, angst with a happy ending

You knew you fell in love the moment you looked at him. You knew he was your person the first time you talked. You knew you only wanted him the first night you fell asleep in his bed after a long day of merch packages being shipped, only to wake up with him curled up behind you, his back pressed against your chest as you held him close.

But you were never meant to be his. He would always see you as a friend, a little sister even, and it tore you up inside. Because you would do anything just to know he loved you back, but lived in silent fear because your friendship meant everything to you. Admitting how you felt meant losing him, and you refused to let that happen. 

And he would be lying if he didn’t notice how you distanced yourself from him, creating a false wall between you two that he couldn’t break down. And the guys saw it too, it was Nicholas who had brought it up one day, admitting he thought something was amiss. Folio and Jolly had agreed, and you silently did too, unable to rationalize why you decided to step away from the group. And him. 

The day you brought Devin, your new boyfriend, to one of their shows, Noah’s blood boiled. He didn’t know why seeing you in someone else’s arms made him want to explode, and why when he watched you two kiss during Just Pretend, that he felt like he was singing it to you. And you didn’t miss the heated glare in Noah’s eyes backstage when you went to hype up the boys and their performance. Your heart broke silently when Noah just left the room, heading straight for the tour bus. 

Noah wished you had followed him that night to the bus, confronted him even. But he sat on the bus alone, stuck in his own head. He found himself thinking about you and Devin, and how much he wished it was him in your arms. He also couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with Devin, as the whole night the man spent his time glaring at Noah, keeping a territorial hand on your waist at all times. It had finally hit him that he loved you, and now it was too late. You had moved on because he was too foolish to see the truth. He lost you. 

And it’s not like he was wrong. Devin wasn’t a good boyfriend by any means. Sure, in the beginning he wooed you with dates and gifts, creating a facade to sink his teeth into. But then you started to notice the red flags and the underlying issues he was hiding from you. It had started when you mentioned being friends with the band, and calling Noah your best friend. Devin was livid, creating false scenarios that you were secretly fucking Noah, that you two were secretly together behind everyone’s back. And no matter what you said, he wouldn’t budge from that mindset. 

Then he started smacking you around, leaving bruises on your wrists where he held you tightly in his grip, your face always bruised and bloodied. That’s when you started caking yourself in makeup, and only wearing long sleeve shirts. You couldn’t let Noah see the bruises, you couldn’t let him find out the truth. But it all came to a boiling point, and all you could do was scream for him. 

You had planned to break up with Devin, tired of his constant accusations of cheating and abuse. You had packed up all your things, sitting calmly in Devin’s living room as you waited for him to get home. And when he did, you swore you saw your whole life flash before your eyes. Devin laughed at you, claiming you couldn’t find anyone better than him. He slapped you hard across the face when you tried to stand up to him, the slap throwing you to the ground with a shout. 

“Don’t you ever fucking think you’ll be good enough for that jackass,” Devin spit at you, while you tried scooting away from him, the pain in your limbs becoming overbearing, “He’ll never fucking love a lowlife like you. He wants a woman with class, not you,” Devin laughed, “What a pity,” 

“You leave him out of this. I’m leaving you because you’re a piece of fucking shit,” You spat back, cowering against the wall. 

You almost didn’t see Devin surge forward to you, grabbing you by your hair to pin you against the wall, his hands wrapping around your throat. You coughed and spluttered, frantically clawing at his enclosed hands as you fought to breathe, black spots forming in your eyesight as you gasped for air. Devin squeezed until you blacked out, leaving your limp body slumped against the wall as he kicked your stomach one last time and left the house. 

When you woke up, pain was screaming from every point of your body. You crawled towards your purse, where your phone sat, grabbing it through blinding tears. You dialed the only number you knew by heart, your throat sore and hoarse. You could feel blood seeping from your scalp where Devin had grabbed you, your lip busted and face bruised. Your left eye was swollen to the point of blurred vision, the dialing on the phone feeling like it lasted forever. 

“Y/N?” Noah had spoken into the phone, only hearing your tiny gasps on the other line, “What’s going on?” He could feel panic rising in his stomach, signalling to the guys that they needed to get ready to go. 

“Noah…please…it hurts,” You whimpered out, and that was enough for Noah to see red, grabbing his car keys and speeding to your location, the guys trying to get more information as they listened to your small sobs on the speaker. 

The door burst open, and Noah visibly felt himself break as he spotted you lying on the living room floor, bloodied and battered. Your shirt was torn, exposing your chest, covered by your arm as you looked up from the floor, crying out his name. He rushed to your side, taking Nicholas’ jacket and covering you up as Jolly dialed 911. You crawled into his awaiting arms, blood soaking his shirt from your head injury. 

“How could I have let this happen?” He sobbed, choking on his words as you lost consciousness, lying limply in his arms. He studied your face, unable to control his rage as he saw the bruises and blood. That’s when he saw the finger shaped bruises along your neck, fury surging through him as he was slapped in the face with reality, “Where the fuck is he?” Noah had screamed, Nicholas taking your limp body as Noah saw nothing but red. 

“Noah, the police are looking for him, don’t do something you’ll regret,” Jolly spoke carefully, holding onto Noah’s shoulder. 

He knew Jolly was right, collapsing back onto the ground as he cried into his knees, the paramedics arriving and assessing the damage as they took you away. Nicholas drove after the ambulance, Noah sitting like a stone as he stared out the window. Folio had grabbed all of your belongings and thrown them in the trunk, officially separating you from Devin. All four boys sat with grief and fear in their bellies, the vibe of the car tense. 

When you awoke, you were in the hospital, attached to machines that constantly beeped, the room dim for your pounding migraine. You looked around the room, spotting Noah leaning against the wall in his chair, eyes closed and face tense with stress. There was blood still on his shirt, and you felt the regret blossom in your gut as you let out a weak sob, Noah’s head snapping up and eyes widely staring at you. 

“Noah…” You whimpered, reaching out for him as he raced to your side, gripping your hand tightly, “I’m sorry,” You sobbed, and Noah just shook his head, moving to sit beside you on the bed, cradling your hand to his cheek.

“No, angel. I’m sorry,” He replied, and you looked at him in confusion, spurring him on to continue, “I’m sorry I never told you how much I love you, and I’m sorry I never made you mine. I’m so sorry I let you get into this situation,” Tears were streaming down his face, his brown eyes broken as he stared at you. 

You felt the world freeze at his admission, your heart thumping in your chest as you took in his words. He loved you? He wanted you to be his? What? There’s no way, you thought, grief in your eyes. 

“You love me?” You asked, “You can’t…” You whispered.

“I love you, angel. And I am so sorry I never told you. I should’ve never let you walk away, I should’ve told you sooner–,” He’s cut off by you grabbing his shirt, pulling you into him as you kissed him, your cut lip stinging as he kissed back. 

When he pulls away, he’s smiling so wide, the tears in his eyes now happy, “I take it you feel the same way?” He jokes, and you roll your eyes, kissing him again. 

“I have loved you this whole time. You were what I always wanted, and I was too afraid to lose you and never told you,” You admit, and he lets out a laugh.

“Well, you never have to be afraid again. I’m yours, angel, and your mine,” 

And Noah never let you walk away again, he made you his forever. 

[vickytaa]

Going to this party was a mistake. I knew it, but I didn't want to admit it.

Seeing Chris so happy and so... relaxed after everything that's happened between the two of us, oh my god, it hurt.

How could he be so... calm?

I haven't been able to have even a minute of rest where I didn't torture myself for ruining "ours."

But I was lying to myself. There was no us, there was no “ours.” It was just my imagination, my foolish heart falling in love with the forbidden.

Chris had warned me about this, because he always knew what would happen, he knew me. But why did I just get carried away by the moment? Why didn't I stop when it started to hurt?

It's like I'm twisting the knife inside myself all the time.

My heart had already stopped the moment Chris got up from our my bed, saying that we should never have done this.

My eyes were once again filled with tears of pain. Crystal tears. The words that came out of his mouth, the moments when I innocently thought there was something between us, everything we went through together, were running through my mind. Rather, they lived there.

But to see him like this? Laughing and having fun with his friends as if he hadn't broken someone's heart a few days ago?

I thought it meant something to him, that there was something more than just fucking. But no. There never was. And there never will be.

And I should have understood that, but I couldn't really wrap my head around it. That's the problem.

I am the problem.

Unable to take my attention off of him, his eyes met mine, and for a second I thought he could see beyond my red, watery eyes, beyond the words I once said, beyond everything. He could see me.

But it didn't matter anymore, because he already knew everything about me. There was nothing more to know.

I walked through the sweaty bodies of people, trying to find a way out of this horrible place. Trying to find a way out of this pain.

The cold air froze my thoughts, this was my way out. My accelerated breathing slowly returned to its normal rhythm.

The tears slowly came out. The pain in my chest was getting stronger than last night.

"Y/n..." A familiar voice stopped time.

Chris grabbed my arms and turned me around to face him. It broke him into a thousand pieces to see me like this, knowing that he was the reason for all of this.

"I just... I just don't understand, Chris! I can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone." My sobs added to the broken feeling in my voice.

"I guess you never meant what you said that night." My mind went back to the moment when Chris said that I was very important to him, that he could never hurt me. Never.

Chris stretched out his arms trying to hug me to calm my crying, while I pushed him with the last of my strength, trying to get away from him.

"No! Don't take me with you anymore!" I tried to act strong by pushing him away, only proving that I wasn't.

Chris could have done whatever he wanted with me, but he just stood there. He wouldn't leave no matter how much I begged him to leave. Because he and I both knew it wasn't true.

"I hate you because... even though you're killing me, I need you... I need you like the air I breathe." The words were out of my mouth before I could process them.

I couldn't think what I was saying, my mind was so damaged.

"Shh" Chris tried to silence me, knowing this is hurting us both.

Moving away wasn't the easiest decision, but it was the best one for both of us. Or so Chris thought.

"I need you, Chris." My voice was getting quieter and quieter, even though I was trying to scream with all my might.

Chris's eyes matched mine, filled with tears, releasing the pain he once felt but never wanted to show.

My cheek was pressed tightly against Chris's chest. His arms were wrapped around me as best they could, trying to keep me close, thinking, knowing that if he let go I would run away, just like he did.

My mouth released, as low as a sigh, my last prayer before breaking, "You- I... I need you"

[queenmuzz]

A Chain Unbroken Chapter I

A link in the chain.

Read it HERE on Ao3

It’s winter time, and Emmrich wants to go out, wants to skate the frozen river, he wants to go out to play with friends.  Twilight is fast approaching, but he doesn’t care. He’s eight years old, he doesn’t need his mother to go with him anymore, he’s a big boy,  the dark doesn’t scare him anymore.

But he’s also a dutiful son, the only child of the Volkarin household, so when his mother tells him that he can only go out after supper, and that supper takes place only after his father returns home, he bites his tongue and completes his chores.  Tend the fire, and set the table.  The latter he does eagerly, the sooner his father could sit down to eat, the sooner he could go out.  Hopefully his friends wouldn’t have wandered off in boredom, leaving him alone.  He hated being left alone.

The former chore, keeping the hearth alight, was much less fun.  It was the only thing that kept their creaky, drafty tenement house warm, but he had it drilled into him that he couldn’t just dump wood into it willy nilly, fuel was hard to come by, especially in the depths of winter.  He had come to realize at an early age that his family could not afford simple things that others could.  Yes, his belly was always full, and he would never lack for clothing, but he had noticed that his parents were thin, their clothing was patched and shabby.  But they were happy together, with their matching set of wedding rings, the way they both told him he was destined for great things, and he could never deny that they loved him more than anything in the world.

And that’s why he did his best to use the least amount of fuel to keep the fire burning.  He might not be able to bring in money, like his mother cooking, but he could help by saving a copper or two.

The door opened, bringing a gust of cold air as the tall lanky figure of Rupert Volkarin came in. 

“Father!”  He throws himself at the man who laughs, catches him and spins him around.  

“How’s my little Emmi doin’?” He sets him down with an exaggerated groan. “Not so little now either, eh?”

“My name is Emmrich!” He pouts even as he still clings to him like a toddler.  Unlike other nevarran children, he has no repulsion of the scent that permeates the man’s clothing.  Yes, had heard enough from the older kids at school, the insults about his father’s profession. He really didn’t care.  Sure, his father was a butcher, but that didn’t make him any worse than any father.  He was just doing what he had to survive.  He remembers seeing a Dalish Caravan passing through the countryside, and the way they revered the forest and trees, and yet they chopped down trees when need called for it.

“Well ‘Emmrich’,” his mother’s stern, yet loving voice comes from behind.  Your father is tired, and probably wants to clean up before supper.  Would you be a dear, and heat up some water in the kettle?  Enough for the wash basin and to steep the tea?”

He nods as he runs over to the fireplace and shoves another log into the hearth, stoking the flames.  His father walks over and embraces his mother, sweeping her in a tender kiss as they make their way up the narrow rickety stairs.  He smiles at how much they adore each other.  Some of his friends’ parents can’t seem to stand each other.  Not his. They were so deeply in love, despite their humble situation.  When he grows up, he’s going to find his special person.  No matter what it takes.

He lugs the water to fill the kettle.  It’s going to take a long time to heat it all up, and it’ll use up a lot of wood.

Emmrich thinks hard.  He wants to go out with friends before bedtime, and he doesn’t want to use the precious fuel that his father and mother work so hard to afford.  What if there was a way to…

His arm tingles, and he reaches towards the fire.  He’s had dreams like this, urges to unlock something within him.   That he could tap into the energies of his dreams, bring them to this world and create flames without using wood.  He closes his eyes and tries to replicate the action he’s done while he slumbered.

Three things happen:  An explosion of hot air, so powerful that it knocks him back across the room, into the wall.  

The creak of the ceiling beam, always noisy on windy days, begins to shriek and crack..

And most alarming of all, a figure, cloaked and masked has suddenly appeared out of nowhere.  The only distinguishing feature is piercing grey eyes that are locked on him. 

The beam above him screams as it wrenches from its support and begins to plummet.  He tries to shield himself with his arms, knowing that it will be in vain.  He closes his eyes, waiting for the inevitable pain.

It never comes.  Instead, he hears a grunt.  He cracks his eyes open to see that figure standing over him, straining to hold the beam.  

It’s hard to make out their features, aside from those grey, almost silver eyes.

“Emmrich…” their voice grunts out, clearly tiring from the effort.  “The fire…put it out… it’s gonna spread.”  Already flames are licking a fallen piece of plaster on the floor.  He scrambles and takes the kettle of water and dumps the contents on the flames, smothering them and coating the room in darkness.  Above the hiss of steam he hears the screams and protests of wood and masonry, the smash of pottery and glass.  The world is literally crashing down upon him, and there is nothing he can do about it…he’s gonna die here.

He hears an anguished roar, and then arms grab him out in the darkness. More things fall as he feels himself rolling across the tilted floor.  He’s reminded of the time when he got in a fight with one of the older kids at school, which led to them tumbling down a hill.  Except instead of exchanging punches, this stranger holds tightly, shielding him from the impact of falling wood, plaster and brick.  The sounds are terrifying to him, it’s like the world is about to end.  But the mysterious stranger holds him tightly, shielding him from the worst of it.  

After what seems like forever, the roar dies down to nothing, save for the pounding of his heart, and his laboured breathing.  Two sets of laboured breathing.

“You alright?”  There’s a voice on his right, and he turns to look, but sees nothing. 

‘Oh yeah, you can’t see in the dark like me…not yet at least.  One moment.”  He hears the rustle of cloth, and then a snap, similar to the sound of an ember popping.   A sudden blast of soft blue light illuminates the area.  It takes him a few seconds to look around.  They’ve managed to roll under the kitchen table, which is propped up against the wall like a tent.  It gives him just enough space to move his limbs to let the blood flow moving, but little else.  And there’s the other person, this mysterious cloaked figure, their eyes reflecting silver blue.

“You alright, Emmrich?”

Their voice is soft, and even through a whisper he can tell that she’s a woman, probably as old as his mother.  Maybe one of her friends?  But he’s never heard that voice before, even as he’s served tea when her neighbors come over to gossip. It’s hard and unyielding, but not unkind.  It reminds him of his Uncle Bernard, a traveling mercenary, a voice that has seen much action.

“Fine.” He admits.  Right now his heart is pounding  heavily, thrumming so much blood that it still sounds like his house is collapsing around him.  But she doesn’t need to know how utterly terrified he is.  He’s eight years old, he’s brave and strong.  He needs to distract himself.

“Who are you?”

She stills, then her eyes look to the side.  

“You can call me… Rook”

“How do you know my name?  I don’t remember meeting someone like you.”

She shifts uncomfortably, and those eyes dart away momentarily before returning to him.  “I heard your mother call your name, something about heating up tea water.”  

The thought of his mother suddenly makes him remember his parents.  They’re upstairs, most likely in the bedroom.  His mother is probably folding the fresh laundry, checking to see what clothes need mending, chiding his father for getting a particularly hard to clean stain out on his best shirt.  He’d probably laugh and give her a kiss, and they’d forget all about the stains.

Surely they would have felt the floor collapse, and come out running… unless, the roof followed the floor and they were cru-

No, he thinks, they are searching for him right now.  They wouldn’t let me stay here in the dark.  

“Father?”  He calls out into the dimly lit space.  Nothing.  “Mother?”  The only response is the distant trickle of masonry.  

What if they are hurt?  He needs to go to them. He needs to help them.  He’s not sure what he can do, but he needs to find them.  

“Emmrich…” Rook's voice is soft and sad, and he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like what it implies.  He feels a surge of panic flow through him. 

“I NEED TO FIND THEM!  I NEED TO SEE THEM!”  He moves quickly, kicking at the table above them, using all his weight to try to push the table up, to heave it so he can dig his way up and out.   It was twilight when the collapse, there might still be light, the green veilfire lamps would just start being lit.  He would be able to navigate his way to find his parents.

“Emmrich, no… stop!” Rook tries to force him back down, but he’s full of adrenaline.   He won’t let this weirdo cloaked figure stop him from finding his parents.  That same prickling feeling that he felt before flows down his arm.  If he willed it, he could blast that table to smithereens, he knows it.

Suddenly, something shifts and the table comes down, carrying the weight of the house on it.  Faster than he would ever expect, Rook rolls over to shield him, not that it would save him, he knows.  They’ll both be killed by the collapse.  For a brief moment, a terror fills him.  

He doesn’t want to die.

A spark lights up, a green flash lights up the area, even overpowering the blue, and the collapse stops, mere inches from Rook's back, held up by a green bubble.  He gasps, both in surprise, and then in exertion as it takes all his dwindling reserves of energy to keep the bubble up.  He knows that it’s the only thing keeping him from getting crushed to death.

Rook, to her credit, wastes no time, and rolls off of him, finding anything, wood, brick, stone.  Anything that will prop up the table, as he gasps and sweats at the effort.

“I think… I think you can let go now…” her voice is ragged, and he’s not sure what she means, but it doesn’t matter, whatever energy he had is sapped, and the last thing he remembers is her silver eyes shifting from reflecting green to blue before everything goes dark.

He wakes up groggy, like a nap cut short.  Which is odd, he HATES naps.  Naps are for little kids.  But this… this feels comfy.  He’s surrounded by a warm fluffy blanket that smells odd.  He keeps his eyes closed, hoping that he’ll drift back to sleep.

Then he hears a voice, soft and gentle, speaking, her voice murmuring something as if it was a recitation.

“Let them be found worthy to pass through the veil,

Let them go into the Fade, hand in hand,

Free of trouble.

Free of pain

And let their memory endure in those that yet live”

It sounds solemn, and sad…  he’s heard it before, but he can’t remember where exactly where or when.  

He opens his eyes, expecting to see the wooden beams of his small bedroom ceiling, but instead, he sees, mere inches from his head, an unfamiliar wooden panel lit not by  the warm light of the rising sun, nor of the green veilfire of the lamp outside his window.  This is blue.  He’s confused, and then feels the blanket moves on its own, a sharp intake of breath.

The past rushes back towards him, and his heart races. 

“How long?” he croaks, his throat feels scratchy and dry, like cracked plaster.

“You’ve been asleep for probably a good six or so hours,” Rook’s voice explains as she pulls away from him.  Was she holding him as he slept?  He feels the chill seep into his bones almost immediately, and he longs for her to hold him again.  It’s oddly comforting, considering he doesn’t know her at all.

“My parents-” he tries to talk, but he can’t, his throat feels so dry, he coughs, and Rook rustles around something in her cloak, and pulls out a squarish thing.  

The sound of a lid being unscrewed, and her voice, equally raspy, orders him, “Take a sip.  But only a small sip.”

He obeys, and feels some liquid that drips down his throat.  It burns, causing him to cough, but there's a comforting hand on his shoulder, and her silver blue eyes regard him sympathetically.  “Sorry, it’s just Anderfel Brandy.  Not really the stuff a kid should be drinking, but it should be enough to wet your lips.”  She’s right, that after the scorching heat burns his throat, it feels better, like a freshly plowed field that has the first shoots of wheat popping out.

“My parents,” he repeats, and she freezes just as she’s about to take a sip, “They haven’t come for me yet?”  

She decides to forgo taking a swig, and screws the top before placing it in her cloak.  “Emmrich…” she takes a soft intake of breath, before she looks him in the eye.  “Your parents aren’t coming.”  

That makes no sense, his parents would never abandon him.  Surely his father is going through the ruins of their hours, screaming his name as he pulls the building apart brick by brick.  His mother would be pushing aside old furniture, working her fingers bloody to scrabble her way to him.  Unless… what Rook means is… no… she couldn’t mean that?

“You could find them!” he says hopefully, before clarifying, “You’re strong, I saw you hold up that beam!  You can dig your way out of here!  You can find them!  You can…”

Rook's eyes look sad, and shakes her head.  “I can’t…”  Her voice is a strangled whisper.  “Even if I was strong enough to move mountains, there’s no way I could bring them back…”

The way she says it, he can read between the lines.  And the chill that was settling in now freezes the marrow in his bones.  

“No…” he gives out a strangled denial, “they can’t be… can’t be…” the word goes unsaid, but it echoes in the air, bouncing off the bricks, the wood, the shattered pottery, the scattered knives his father uses as part of  his despised profession.  

Dead

He can’t breathe.   His heart is beating so fast it feels like it's going to burst.  His fingers are beginning to go numb, and he’s not sure if it's because of the cold.  His parents are gone, beyond the reach of anyone, and he’s stuck here, in this cramped area with some stranger he can’t even see the face of, with his parents above him, their bodies crushed to…

“I can’t-  I can’t-” he tries to tell Rook, but what air leaves his lungs is not replaced, and his whole body is now numb and cold.  Maybe he’s dead already.  Maybe he’s been squashed like a tomato by the house, and he doesn’t know it yet. 

Maybe Rook is the Guide that Nevarrans talk about, the one who guides souls across the Veil, into the Fade.  They’re supposed to be a cloaked masked figure that often travels on a black horse.  It’s supposed to be comforting, to know in your final moments, you’re not alone.  But to Emmrich, it's terrifying.  He doesn’t want his parents to die.  He doesn’t want to die.  Not here, in the dark and the cramped space.   

He doesn’t want to know that he did something that killed them all…

“Emmrich,” Rook's voice intrudes into his spiraling thoughts, and he feels warmth on his shoulder.  “May I hold you…?”  He nods numbly, and he feels warmth and feeling seep back into his body as she pulls him towards her, an embrace that is comforting and oddly familiar.  It’s not the tight strong hugs his father gives him, or the soft encompassing hugs his mother gives, but he swears he’s felt it before… or maybe he WILL feel it.  Which makes no sense.  How can he know a sensation he won’t experience until the future?  The weirdness of it all partially breaks the spiral of panic he’s been stuck in, and he’s able to take a gasping breath.

“Breathe with me,” she tells him, and he complies.  “One breath in… hold it in…3…2…1, let it out.   Breathe in again… hold… 3…2…1, let it out…”

They complete the cycle a dozen or so times, each one becoming easier.  He can feel her heartbeat reverberating on his chest, fast but steady, and his heartbeat begins to match hers.  He can’t help but clutch her cloak, and he feels something hard and cold in the fabric.

“Ah…she says,” and pulls away for a brief moment, after she thinks he’s calmer, and he hears a metallic ‘ clink’ .   She shows what he found. 

It’s a beautiful golden brooch.  The shape of a grinning skull, with gems in its eyes that match Rook’s eye colour exactly.   He’s entranced by it, the coolness of the metal that quickly warms at his touch, the sparkle that sends out out dazzling sparks of blue silver into the little cramped space, and for a brief moment, he thinks he’s laying out with his father on the roof of his home one summer night, looking up at the stars.

“You know,”  Rook says as he plays with it. “It’s brought me great comfort when I was in trouble, just holding it kept me calm.  Maybe…” she says with some effort, “maybe it’s time it helped you.”

His head snaps up.  Surely she can’t be serious.  He might not know much about how money works, but this brooch would probably cost more than his father earned in a year!  And she just wants to give it to him?

“No..I can’t…” he tries to shove it back to her, but she is insistent. 

“Keep it, Emmrich…Please”  Her voice is sad, and so desperate, that he feels compelled.  And as he nods at her, her eyes seem to sparkle like the gems in the skull.

Suddenly, there’s a pop, and the blue light goes out, the twinkling stars vanishing with it.  A great cold darkness sweeps in.

He hears her mutter something, possibly a swear word as she seems pats down a pouch at her waist.  “Spirits consume me!  I don’t have any more Lyrium tablets…”  

He can’t see anything now, and that panic that lay slumbering roars back to the surface.   He’s going to die here, forgotten and alone.  This place will be a tomb for him and his family.  There will be no one to remember him.   No one to perform the rites to send him and his parents into the Fade. His breathing becomes ragged and his heart begins picking up speed.  He feels cold and clammy.  His hands become numb, save for his left palm, which clutches the skull, and as he feels the texture, he swears it exudes a warmth from within.  He tries to focus on it, that as long as he can feel it, it means he’s still alive.   

Breath in… hold it in…3…2…1… let it out…

He’s not sure if she’s telling him to do that, or if he’s doing it on his own.  All he knows is that she holds him tightly, curling her body around him, enveloping him with her softness and warmth/

“You will live, Emmrich, I swear it…” she whispers in his ear, her oath as certain as if it was written in Nevarran granite.  “You will do great things.  You will face almost insurmountable hurdles, and you will clamber over them.  It will be hard, but you won’t be alone, even when you feel like you are.  And I…” she stops  herself.  He tries to look up at where she is, tries to make out those silver grey eyes, and for a brief moment, he swears he can see them.   

‘And I… ‘ what did she want to say?  Why couldn’t she say it?

“Would you like to hear a story?”

He’s far too old for stories, but right now, aside from her embrace and the little brooch, her voice is the only thing that keeps him from panicking.  He nods, and despite it being pitch black, she somehow can see him, because she starts talking.

“So, there was this group of people that joined to save the world…”

He dozes in and out while she tells the story.  It’s not that it’s a boring story, far from it.  But her voice is so entrancing, it lulls him to sleep.  He suspects that was her intention.  Every minute he sleeps, he’s conserving energy, he’s not panicking, he’s a minute closer to rescue.  But he remembers snatches.  There’s dragons, and a hero who hunts them.  (He’s Nevarran, he can’t help but be entranced by stories about dragons.)  The hero also can breathe fire.  (Okay, now the story is not true. Dragons might have been gone for a long time, but at least they existed).  There’s an Antivan Crow, who is possessed by a spirit of Determination that’s been tormented until it changed its nature.  (That’s just silly, only mages can be possessed, and almost all of them turn into monsters)  There’s a brave grey warden with his Griffon, a dwarf who can cast magic (now he’s getting insulted about this story.  Everyone knows Dwarves can’t use magic!)  An elf that can make old machines move on their very own, and a brave woman from Tevinter that uses her magic to help slaves escape their cruel masters.   He doesn’t really hear about what happens,  but he seems to think there’s a hole in the story, characters that don’t get mentioned but play a very important part.  He doesn’t mind.  He feels safe and warm in her arms.

She’s talking about a dragon that attacks Treviso, when she stops suddenly.

“Listen!”  She hisses, and his ears prick up at the sounds of thumps, and is that… voices?  Yes!  There’s voices, muffled, but they are distinct, at least three of them.

“HEY!  DOWN HERE!  HELP US!”  he yells, and resists the urge to kick at the table.  It would be very unfortunate for him to get crushed when help is so close.

For a moment, there is silence.   He panics, maybe he scared them off.  Maybe they’re looters that fled.  And then the thumps and voices increase volume and speed.  He can even make out a few phrases

“I’m tellin’ you Lukas, I swore I heard a voice!”

“You’re probably drunk again…there’s no way anybody would be alive for so long down here!”

“I’M HERE!” he screams at the top of his lungs, “I’M NOT DEAD!”  Another spell of silence!

“Caspar’s Bones!  That’s Rupert’s boy!  Keep diggin’ lads!  Lukas, get your old lady over here with some blankets, and some of her soup.  We’ve got a live one!”  The thumping continues, and he can make out the sounds of grunts as masonry is chucked.

And then the darkness is dispelled by a hole, the size of his fist lets in the early morning sunlight.  He scrabbles out of Rook’s arms, and presses his face against the hole, breathing fresh cold air.  

There’s a gasp from the two men pulling the rubble away, he recognizes them as a couple of his neighbors.

“Emmrich?  You alright lad?”

“YES, I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE!”  He’s on the cusp of tears, but not panicking.  After everything, he just wants out.  

“Patience lad…” the older one of the two. “We dig any more, we’re liable to have this whole thing crashing down on you and I.  Give us a bit to get more people to help.  Don’t worry, we ain’t about to abandon you,” his face grows sombre, “I owe your parents that much, at least.” The man disappears and there’s silence for the moment.

Emmrich doesn’t quite get what he means, but he’s waited hours so far, he can wait a bit longer.

“Rook!” He turns around to see her, “You were right!  We’re gonna get out of here! We’re gonna li-”  There’s something off about her, she seems to be glowing… like sparkles from the gems in the skull are within her.

“You’re right.  You’re going to live.  You’re going to survive.  But…” she looks at her gloved hand, which he swears is see through, like a sheer curtain.  “You’re going to have to do it without me… Her eyes glitter, but not because they are gems, it looks like she’s about to cry.  “I don’t know what’s going to happen to me… but knowing that you’re alive makes it worth it…”  She pulls him in close, as if to give him a hug.

Impulse takes over, and he grabs her mask off, revealing her face. He needs to see what she looks like, even for just a moment.  Maybe he’ll recognize her!  She reacts by yanking back, her hood falling off from the sudden motion, and he gasps.  It’s not a face he’s ever seen before.  It’s pale and silver strands of hair frame it.  She looks… beautiful.  Like a princess from one of those fairytales where the chevalier fights a dragon.  Except, in her tale, she’s the princess braving the flames to slay the beast.  He takes in every feature, from the tiny scar above her left eyebrow, to the dimple in her cheek.  The way her hair shimmers like moonlight.  He’s going to remember every little bit of her, he’s going to treasure it.  And if she disappears, he’s going to find her. 

“Oh Emmrich…” she says and there’s something in her voice, a sense of love and longing that is different from what he’s experienced from his parents..  She pulls him in one more time to hold him, and then he feels the oddest feeling on his forehead.  It takes him to realize it's her lips giving him a gentle kiss.  “We’ll meet again, I promise.”

And then a gust of winter wind blows through the hole, and she’s gone.

He doesn’t really remember much afterwards.  Multiple hands grabbing rubble, yells to prop up stuff, the hole getting larger and larger, until it's big enough for him to scrabble through.  There’s cheers, blankets, and a cup of hot soup thrust into his hands.  It doesn’t taste half as good as his mother’s… speaking of which… he asks where his parents are, and no one says anything, won’t look him in the face.

That’s when he finds out he’s alone.  

Uncle Bernard never shows up for the funeral, never comes to claim his nephew, and when his magic shows up a few months later, he’s promptly shipped off to the Circle.  And when it is found out that he has a very particular set of magic skills, he gets shipped off again, this time to the Mourn Watch.  The place terrifies him, these reminders of death, and it keeps him awake at night, awoken by nightmares of being crushed under the accusing bodies of his parents, blaming him for their deaths.  And every time he wakes up in terror, he forces himself to calm down, he uses two familiar techniques.

Breath in… hold it in…3…2…1… let it out…

With a shaky hand he pulls out  the golden skull, his greatest treasure, from his breast pocket, and strokes it, while he calms down and settles back to dreamless sleep.

Rook is an ever present thought in his mind.  He searches census tomes the moment he has access, but comes up empty handed. He travels the Fade in his dreams working on a hunch that perhaps she was a Spirit.  What type, he can’t say, her beauty transcends anything the Fade could offer. Nothing.  He does find a Curiosity wisp that follows him around while he dreams, even deciding to cross the Veil to accompany him.

He makes friends with colleagues, including a brilliant but ethically challenged student.  He falls in love.  He falls out of love.  His friendships cool, and he finds out about a way he can banish the fears of death, permanently.  The path is long and arduous, but he is certain he can accomplish his dream. 

He’s in his mid 20’s when he hears about a living newborn infant found by the undead in the long extinct Ingellvar family crypt.  This curious fact, that the spirits inhabiting the undead were able to identify the infant, knew that the baby was in a precarious state without a living being to take care of her, and delivered the child to Vorgoth for safety, all on their own.   It makes him wonder if he can create an undead that is able to learn and act independently .

He's getting tired.  He’s getting old.  He’s getting lonely.  His best friend is gone, banished for pushing too far in her discoveries.  His Curiosity wisp now has a body of his own, but it’s not quite enough for Emmrich.  All that he can look forward to is taking that final, possibly fatal, step to Lichdom.  Ironically, his fear of death is the reason he hasn’t crossed that last threshold.  That and Rook… he still wants to find her.

He receives a letter from Myrna, stating that his knowledge is required for an urgent matter, that one of his long distance colleagues, a lovely elvish lady named Bellara will be coming to visit.  He’s delighted, as she is full of curiosity and her intelligence for her young age astounds him.  

‘Mourn Watcher Zea Ingellvar will be accompanying her as an escort’ Myrna adds in a postscript, ‘Due to the urgent matter Bellara will speak to you of, Ingellvar has been given limited privileges to return to the Necropolis.  Please do not hold her previous actions against her’

He wasn’t planning to.  Her actions in the War of the Banners were heroic and saved countless lives, and he’s always thought it was a travesty of justice to exile her, even if he’s never met her.  He’s always admired people who thumb their noses at the living nobility.  It’s why he and Hezenkoss got along so well before her expulsion.

Bellara is just as lovely and polite as he imagined, shaking his hand excitedly as her eyes glow with admiration.

“It’s an honour to finally meet you in person, Professor.”

“Please…” he insists, “Just call me Emmrich.”  He has a sneaking suspicion he’ll have to remind her that multiple times.

“Oh," she jumps as if she just remembered something she has forgotten, "I should introduce my friend.  Not sure if you’ve met, this is Zea Ingellvar”

His heart stops.  That dimple.  That small scar above her left eyebrow, the silver hair that shimmers like moonlight.  The silver eyes that match the exact colour of the gems in the skull he keeps close to his heart.  All this time, she’s been here, under his very nose.

“Charmed.” She greets him, the same voice that lulled him to sleep over forty years ago, “But you can call me Rook.”

After all this time, he’s finally found her.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

the gang (seperate) HC with a reader who spends a lot of their time drunk or high? Like sort of a reader who is addicted to alcohol and all that mess.

Summary: The Gang x addicted!reader

Warnings: mentions of substance abuse ig?

Author's Note: you guys are seeing my pinterest board change in real time lol.

PONYBOY CURTIS is not a very protective person. He has no issues when it comes to alcohol and drugs and that sort because of how glamorized it is in the greaser life. He just finds it concerning on how much you use. He's always keeping an eye out for you, making sure you take care of your health, and telling you when to lay off for a little while. Don't get me wrong, he's all laughs when you're intoxicated around him, but he's making sure you're not pushing it. JOHNNY CADE is a little more knowledgeable about substance abuse. He has a lot of built up trauma because of his family, but as long as you don't get loud and aggressive when drunk he's ok with being around you. He knows it's not all that healthy, but nothing about the greaser life is, so he indulges himself once and a while when he's with you. He's always there to walk you home after a crazy night out, and he finds peace in just listening to you ramble while wasted. SODAPOP CURTIS likes to get drunk enough to just barely keep his head above water, he thinks the minor loss of control is sometimes exhilirating. Which is why he's alright with what you do as long as it doesn't get out of hand. He'll go get drunk with you sometimes when he has the next day off of work, but he doesn't get a lot of time so its rather rare. He makes sure that your usage never gets out of hand, reminding you when to take T-Breaks and such. STEVE RANDLE is just like you in a sense. He loves to pick you up after work and get wasted. He's more of a wild child in that sense. However, he knows his limits and when to drag you back into bed when you want to go out. Pre-gaming with Steve is so funny, he's already tripping over his shoes and you're complaining about not being drunk enough. He's a 'where the wind takes me' kind of guy and you guys always find a way to drunkenly get into trouble. TWO BIT MATHEWS is also like you, but he keeps it to a minimum. He doesn't mind if you're wasted around him or the gang, but he's very particular about his family, and he wants you to be clean sober when meeting with them. In a way this its rather endearing how much he cares for his family. Saturday nights are the nights you guys hop from bar to party, and from party to another bar. He never leaves you side those nights, no matter how intoxicated he is.

DARRY CURTIS is a little more harsh on the idea of getting drunk and high. If he met you sober and liked you he'd be more open to pursuing a relationship. But it would be hard for him to start a relationship with someone who he sees as only ever intoxicated. Over time though, if you introduce him to your habits he relaxes and even tries a blunt you rolled, although he coughed all the smoke he inhaled out. DALLAS WINSTON is totally open to dating you. As long as you can party hard and look good while doing it, he'll date you.When you're out he's always a little bit more sober than you are, just in case something happens to his girl. The relationship is more quality time together while under the influence than anything else and he really likes it. He's never been with someone like that and he's finally happy he can be with someone that rivals him.