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Title: Partners {2}

OA Zidan/Zeeko Zaki x Reader

Warning⚠️: Cursing, Small Angst, Slow Burn

Words: 5.1k

Summary: You’re a damn good FBI agent in your own right. It is definitely partly to do with how well you’ve been trained and partly to do with you not letting anything or anyone distract you. You have a six-year plan that you’re fast-tracking for four. After being transferred from your office in Tampa you’ve been sent to New York which you’ve labeled the “big leagues”. On your first day there you were introduced to your new partner OA Zidan. It was then you realized you’ve moved out of the frying pan right into the pot of distraction. A year later and your rising attraction for your partner still hasn’t been snuffed out.

Note: If you’re thirsty and you know it clap your hands. Clap-Clap. If you’re thirsty and you know it clap your hands. Clap-Clap. I have no shame. This is a first for me writing about a TV show and interjecting into it. Let’s see how this goes. I hope you guys enjoy this mini-series.

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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-Three Days Later-

You weren’t supposed to be back at work until the following Monday, but you’d gotten tired of sitting on your ass and pacing your apartment. You’d watched all the Netflix and Hulu you could stand. You’d gone through episodes you were behind on and even gone through several movies you’d missed in theaters because you lived, ate and slept the bureau. You were so antsy that you’d even begun watching cop shows like Law and Order: SVU, Criminal Minds, and even a show called FBI. That was the only show that actually calmed your angst to return to work.

On several occasions, you’d ignored the orders of the doctors aside and worked out much longer than thirty minutes. It hurt yeah but you also knew codling yourself would make recovery a lot longer. It wasn’t a full-on shot to the gut, but it was a deep enough graze to keep you in the hospital for two days.

In those two days, you’d had plenty of time to think. Plenty of time to replay your conversation with OA. The thing with having nothing but time on your hands was that you were able to look at every interaction and conversation in a different light. After going over a year’s worth of endless time spent with OA you’d zeroed in on a handful of them that your imagination was working overtime seeing something that possibly wasn’t there.

He’d always been kind to you, always gentle and helpful. He took his time teaching you the ropes of how New York ran, tricks of the bureau he’d picked up since he’d been out of Quantico. When you were in the thick of things he always looked out for you. In the moment and thereafter you always deduced it for him looking out for his partner. Who wanted to live with a dead partner on their conscience? You’d thought it was him acting normal.

After a few months he’d started bringing you coffee in the mornings, each time it was something different, a vanilla latte, black coffee, cappuccino. You thought maybe he was bringing you whatever he got that day. When you thought about him giving you your exact coffee order your imagination began to think he’d done it all these months trying to figure out how you liked your coffee. When you thought that everything was under analysis.

You panted out as you bent forward trying to catch your breath. Today you’d run five miles and you were already feeling the pain in your stomach. It was four miles more than you’d been given the okay to do.

“Shit!”

It took you a good five minutes to catch your breath enough to keep going. After four days, you were now in that weird limbo place, where you were fifty percent sure and fifty percent thinking you were crazy. You didn’t know what to think. You did know that this was not what you were supposed to be thinking about. You didn’t leave Miami for a better opportunity to fall for your partner, especially not when you were so close to possibly a promotion. Still, it didn’t stop the butterflies in your belly every time you replayed his words in your head.

“I thought I’d lose you. I thought that was it and I lost my shit, Y/N.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

The way he’d said them with a quiver in his voice and the wild look in his eyes. The look of a man at his wit’s end. You’d seen the look before, several times, but on perps who felt they’d lost everything and were out of options. He had that look because you were hurt. More butterflies filled your stomach and you hated it.

“Shit, Y/N. Get your shit together. Do not make this a thing. It is not a thing,” you drilled out loud as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your words were full of firmness and authority, but your face was anything but. You didn’t even believe your own words. Deep down you knew it was a thing because you’d fallen for your partner months before he’d spoken those words.

“Shit!”

An hour later you were walking into the office. A few people saw you and gave you a welcoming but concerned smile. You nodded your head and walked toward your desk. OA’s desk was empty as was Kristen’s. Oddly enough the office was quiet, or quiet compared to normal. Once you put your things away it began to bug you. even this was strange for the office.

“Hey Scott, where is everybody?”

“Emergency briefing in the boss’s office.”

You nodded, grabbed your coffee cup and made your way to Isobel’s office. Through the glass, Isobel saw you and beckoned you in. Once you stepped inside all eyes fell to you.

“Y/N. What’re you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here until Monday,” Jubal inquired.

“Yeah I know but I’m good. I am literally going insane at home.”

“I get that, but we have these rules in place for a reason. You need to heal,” Isobel protested.

“Isobel I’m good, I swear. My doctor even said I can go back to work when I felt ready. I’m ready,” you hammered home.

Kristen looked at Jubal and Isobel waiting for their response while they stared you down. When their eyes met they exchanged brief nods.

“Okay. Glad to have you back,” Isobel said as she signaled toward a seat. You sat and made sure to keep your eyes firmly away from OA.

Isobel continued to speak about a new case, an abduction. She gave all of you the details of the case and how they wanted to play it. You tried to focus on the case and not the sexy ass man that was in the room. It was difficult especially since you could feel his eyes on you and the unspoken tension in the room. You flipped through the composed file and familiarized yourself with the victim, a seventeen-year-old girl, daughter of one of the richest men in the city who’d been abducted in an alley in Hell’s Kitchen.

After the briefing, everyone poured out of the room off to their assignments. When you got to your desk you took up your lite FBI jacket ready to get a move on. When you turned, OA was right there. The two of you stared at each other for what felt like a minute but was only seconds. Neither of you spoke.

“You guys good?” Jubal stood to the side watching the two of you. You cleared your throat and side-stepped OA.

“Yeah, yeah, all good,” you stuttered.

“Good, get to the family’s house, see if they can shed some light on this.”

“Got it.”

You felt like driving so you’d have something to busy yourself with, but you knew OA liked to drive so you sat in the passenger side and skimmed the file again. When he got into the truck he hesitated for a few moments.

“Y/N--,” OA began before he paused. He turned the car on but didn’t pull out.

“Are you sure you’re good? I need you to have my back.”

Half of you was annoyed at him implying that you didn’t have his back, you’d always had his back.

“I always have your back. That’s what partners are for.” His eyes met yours for a second before he gave his signature tight-lipped, clenched jaw scowl and pulled out of the parking spot.

The forty-five-minute drive out of the city and into Hudsons on Hastings was relatively quiet. Besides the talk about the case, the two of you were silent. You wondered what he was thinking especially since that scowl didn’t slip once. He focused on the road and never geared his eyes off of it. Every so often your eyes skimmed his frame beginning at his tightly clenched hands on the steering wheel along his muscular arms and down to his bulky thighs. God, he was crafted to be a distraction, you thought. He was good looking to a fault, tall as hell, muscular like a God and was from what you could tell a great guy. He was a good catch—a great catch.

“All right we’re here.”

The two of you walked up the pristine walkway to the palatial house that was literally at the top of a hill.

“What’s a seventeen-year-old girl doing all the way in Hell’s Kitchen from here?” OA’s question made sense. What was she doing so far from home?

“Are you the FBI agents?” A redhead woman in a multi-colored wrap dress asked as she stepped out onto the porch with a taller gentleman with blonde hair on her heels.

“Yes. I’m special agent OA Zidan and this is my partner special agent YFN/YLN.”

You greeted the couple as they ushered you into their home.

“You have a beautiful home. You’re quite a far way outside the city,” you audible observed.

“Yes, we think it’s great to be outside of the madness that is Manhattan,” the blonde gentleman said.

You looked back to see OA scanning the interior of the home. He’d nonverbally given you the cue he was going to be the observer during this visit. The coupled showed you to another large room with matching seats. The home looked perfect as if it was magically created to be perfect. From experience, you knew impressions of perfection usually always came with deep dark secrets. You spent the next several minutes going through questions with the couple about their daughter, her home life, and school life. They candidly answered your questions and gave no hints to them being anything but deeply concerned parents of a missing child.

“Do you have any idea what your daughter was doing in Hell’s Kitchen?”

The couple looked between each other but neither spoke. OA asked the question again.

“We don’t know. Her school is here, it’s a private school. I don’t know,” the father said.

You believed him.

“Can we take a look around your daughter’s bedroom?”

The couple showed you to the room and you and OA slowly went around to find anything you could.

“I don’t know what to make of the mom,” OA voiced in a whisper.

“Why?”

“Too perfect. Did you see there was nothing out of place? Not on her and not in the room. Anyone who appears too perfect always has something to hide. You get that, right?”

Something about what he said rubbed you the wrong way. Turning to him you watched him moving from bookshelf to desk.

“What do you mean by that? Why would I get it?”

“You know, from experience.”

He definitely meant something by that. “If you have something to say OA, say it.” He turned to you but didn’t respond. He just had that scowl on his face.

“Nothing. Let’s go, found what could be our smoking bullet.” He held up two cell phones before he dropped them in Ziploc bags and walked out of the room. You were now annoyed.

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Two hours later you’d spoken to the victim’s friends and checked the crime scene. Now you were at headquarters waiting for Kristen to come back with whatever was in the phones. You couldn’t get OA’s words out of your head. He was purposely digging on you. he thought you were too perfect, thought that you had something to hide. You didn’t know if you were more annoyed that he could see through you to figure that out or the fact that he could say that to you.

“You okay?”

Kristen walked beside you in the break room and placed her hand on your back.

“Yeah. I’m good. Thanks.” Kristen nodded and made a move to walk out.

“Kristen wait.” You sighed and shook your head before you began again. “Do you think I’m boring or too perfect?”

Kristen smirked and took you in for a few moments.

“Why?”

“No reason just—something someone said. Am I boring?”

“I don’t think boring is the right word. Maybe—focused.” You gave her a cold glare that she laughed at.

“Really? Focused is the best you could come up with?”

“Yes. Okay look, you are focused. It is clear to see you take the job seriously and have goals and a plan for yourself. There is nothing wrong with that. You take the job so seriously that you come off standoffish and—serious.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “Ah-ha, so not only am I boring but I’m a bitch.”

“No, no one thinks you’re a bitch,” Kristen corrected. You shook your head and rubbed your forehead.

“What does it matter what people think about you?”

“I don’t want people thinking I’m boring and a goody two-shoes who is this perfect straight arrow. I’m not perfect, I’m not a goody two-shoes either. I’m a mess, I--,” you stuttered.

“Y/N, calm down.” You took some deep breathes and composed yourself.

“Okay. Thanks, Kristen.”

“Y/N, we got a break,” Jubal informed peeking his head from around the corner.

Thirty minutes later you and OA were in a seedy part of town hunting down a lead in the abduction. CCTV caught images of the potential suspect. You could see movement at the front of the restaurant and saw your suspect walk out. He was laughing and talking as if he had no care in the world. In the back of the truck, you and OA were strapping on your protective vests getting ready to approach. You flinched as you came back up from your hunched over position and sucked in a breath. Looking over, you saw OA watching you with concerned eyes.

“You up for this?”

“Yep.” You pulled on your shirt over the vest and then your jacket.

“Y/N, before we head out there maybe we should talk,” OA began.

“No time.”

“Just like last time, no time?”

Your eyes met and again there was so much to say and no time to do it. Even if you wanted to talk you had no idea what to say.

“OA--.”

“I’ll take lead.” OA was the first to climb out of the truck and begin his slow walk to the restaurant. You followed behind making sure to check behind you. The two of you walked inside the restaurant, him surveilling around while you made it to the counter.

“What can I get ya?”

“A number seven, two and two number nines. Hmmm, what else, anything Pablo?”

OA looked at you with a “really” look. You knew he hated the name Pablo because of a case you worked with another agent who kept calling him Pablo since OA wouldn’t tell his whole name.

“Add a number ten on there, I love that garlic sauce.”

You nodded and looked back to the man behind the counter. He didn’t move, he just stared at the two of you until he made a move to throw a metal napkin holder to you. Ducking out of the way you reached across the counter to grab his head and bang it onto the counter. You heard the scuffling behind you and knew OA was taking on the two creeps that were sitting at the table to the door.

“I’m never talking!” You shuffled over the counter and kicked the perp sending him a few feet back. The fight was a dirty one, he threw things at you and was clearly out for blood. When he pulled a gun you kicked it out of his hand and brought his head to your knee. He groaned and got in a punch to your gut before sweeping his leg under you making you crash to the floor. The pain in your midsection distracted you long enough for him to make a run for it. OA was beside you a few seconds later checking if you were okay.

“Go after him, go!”

You still tried to catch your breath and get the pain under control as you secured the two idiots that dared fight a man that was clearly well over six feet tall and two hundred pounds. Every second that passed you worried about OA. You should have been with him running down the asshole, but you couldn’t. You were supposed to be watching his back and you felt like shit that you couldn’t. It didn’t take you long to recognize that the reason why wasn’t because he was your partner and you were supposed to be with him but because you were worried about his safety, you were scared for him and it went way beyond platonic.

When backup came around they loaded the idiots in the car. The bulletproof vest you wore felt restricting, so you peeled off the jacket and the vest to reveal your white tank underneath with a fresh coating of blood. A paramedic took you to the back of an ambulance and cleaned your wound that was now bleeding again.

When you walked back to the sidewalk it was then OA came around the corner carrying a young girl—the victim.

“Medic, I need a medic!” You hurried over to him; his shirt was covered in blood. You didn’t know if it was the girl’s or his. Panic set in again.

“OA, what happened? Are you okay?”

Two paramedics rushed over with a gurney in time for him to place her on it. once his arms were free you proceeded to check his body for wounds. You touched all over his chest, abdomen, and arms before circling his back to scan even more.

“Hey, hey, I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding,” you frantically announced.

“It’s not my blood, I’m fine.” Your eyes met and his words finally broke through. You felt his hands on your arms steadying you.

“Are you sure?” He nodded and you finally felt like you could breathe. You dropped your head and took several breaths. OA’s hand fell to your waist, you flinched then groaned. When he saw why his eyes were piercing into yours.

“Are you hit?”

“No, stupid stitches busted. I’m fine.”

“We have to get her to the hospital,” one of the paramedics announced. You watched as they wheeled the seventeen-year-old girl away.

“How did you--?”

“He led me right to her. He was trying to move the truck she was cuffed inside. Turns out her mother is her stepmother and she wanted her out the way so she arranged all of this,” OA informed.

“What?”

“Yeah. I told you behind perfection lies secrets. Come on, let’s get you checked out.”

An hour later you were back in the hospital getting checked out. This time OA didn’t let you out of his sight. Thankfully they allowed you to go home that night and OA was right there to take you. The two of you were in the elevator riding up to your floor in silence. When the doors opened, slowly led the way.

“You don’t have to do this. I’m a big girl, I can get myself home.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you can but I’d feel a lot better knowing I saw you get inside,” OA answered. Nodding you continued walking. You knew better than to try to argue with him. he was just as stubborn as you.

You unlocked your door and walked inside and turned to face him. “Safe and sound.” OA stood there silent just watching you. you watched as he sucked in his bottom lip and nodded.

“I’m sorry.” Confusion decorated his face.

“What? For what?”

“I didn’t have your back. You had to chase him by yourself. I was so winded I couldn’t—I should have had your back and I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, it’s fine. You got knocked on your ass. You needed a minute.”

“I needed a minute because I probably shouldn’t have been out there.” You groaned and rubbed your forehead.

“You felt ready, I’m not going to argue with you about it. I’m fine.”

“What if you weren’t? I thought that blood was yours and I was scared,” you admitted. Silence fell between you and the butterflies in your belly picked up.

“Why were you scared?” His voice dropped a few octaves and it made goosebumps tickle your skin. God, it was sexy.

“Because.” It was a whisper; it was all you could muster. Lowering your head, you averted your eyes. OA took a step to you, but it wasn’t enough to crowd you.

“Tell me.” You took a deep breath and began.

“I thought you were hurt, and I was worried, really worried.” Your eyes met again and neither of you spoke for a few moments.

“Did it feel like your heart was being squeezed? Like no air could come in and because of it there was a burning sensation but also a sharp pins and needles feeling? Did you feel like your life was slowly bring drained?” Every word he spoke fit how you felt to a T.

“Is that how you felt?” Slowly you nodded even though right now you felt overwhelming fear.

“Yeah, I felt it too. I felt it when I saw you take that bullet and every second until you spoke in the hospital. I felt it and so much more, Y/N.”

You had no words, so you remained silent. You just stood there staring at him and listening to your pounding heart.

“Jesus I don’t know how much more I can take,” OA began before he took another step to you. “For a whole year, I’ve tried to keep a wrap on this and remain professional with you. For a year I’ve had to pretend as if I don’t watch you in awe and amazement every day you do something incredible. For a year I’ve had to be this whole different way with you when all I want is the opposite.”

With every word, your breathing became even more erratic. You couldn’t believe he was saying what he was.

“You’re the crazy thing, Y/N. I know the rules and what I’m feeling are definitely against them, but I don’t care. I care about you.”

You plastered your hand across his mouth to shut him up. “Stop, don’t. Just don’t. We can back away from this night and pretend like it never happened and move on and keep things status quo. We can stop right now, and no one would have crossed any lines. We can do that just—don’t say those words.”

From the look in his eyes, you could tell he was not going to back down. He was going to commit and commit fully. Using one of his colossal hands he took your hand from his mouth, but he held on to it.

“I don’t think I can keep pretending. I’ve always known life is fleeting being in the military and in Iraq I saw how tangible life was and come here doing what we do day in and day out, I know life is precious. Seeing you hurt hammered it home. I don’t want to pretend anymore. I don’t want to leave anything unsaid, or anything undone. I want to do the crazy things I dream of. I want to live—but only with you. So I can’t keep things status quo and if you were honest with yourself you don’t want to either.”

Damn it, you thought. He’d spend a year learning you, reading you, doing everything they’d taught him at Quantico. He knew you; you didn’t want him to, but he did. Since he did he took another step to you. There was no professionalism between you now, that last step erased it all.

“I have feelings for you, Y/N, feelings I’ve held on to since damn near the day you walked in and brought Florida sunshine with you. I can’t go back,” OA confessed. In the process, he took your breath away.

The day you met him you knew he would be a distraction. You’d put up a good fight, but it was always a losing one. You saw that now, in this moment, with him less than a foot before you, waiting patiently for you to say the words he knew you felt.

“Tell me. Say the words,” OA whispered.

“This is crazy.” OA smirked and nodded. His hand fell to your waist and rested there barely touching you.

“Be crazy with me. Be imperfect with me.” His encouragement made the butterflies in your belly flutter more erratically. It was useless to fight it and fight your increasing feelings.

“I—have feelings for—you too,” you whispered. He searched your eyes as if trying to make sure there was no lie behind the words. Slowly he pulled to you him closing the gap between you. Your bodies barely touched but you could feel the heat coming off of him. slowly OA inched his head closer to yours until his forehead rested against yours. He released a relieved breath before taking another deep one.

“I have feelings for you, real ones that I’ve never felt before,” OA added. You nodded agreeing fully. “You too?” Again, you nodded. His smile was beautiful, it was the first thing that you fell for.

Slowly your lips move closer until they touched, but neither of you moved. You just remained still taking it in. After a few seconds OA was the first to really kiss you. The kiss was slow, timid and exploratory and you reciprocated every second of it. His hand on your waist held you tighter until your bodies were touching. The hardness of his muscled torso against your soft one had you moaning on his lips. OA mimicked the moan which had you both intensifying the kiss. OA’s free hand cupped your cheek before you felt his tongue delve into your mouth. It was like a dam broke. You passionately kissed him, holding onto his waist with one hand and gripping his back with the other. The feel of his moan against your lips made you want more. Slowly you pulled away.

“I’m not boring.” OA smiled.

“I know.”

“I can do crazy,” you continued. Again, he smiled and nodded.

“I bet you can.” You smiled and kissed him again while gripping his tie holding him to you. The two of you stood in your doorway full on making out not caring who saw. Every second that went by the more you wanted him and the more you were tempted to pull him inside your apartment. OA’s hand slid to your hip where he squeezed sending a fresh wave of arousal to sweep through you. Before the kiss got any more carried away OA pulled back from you.

“Wow. That’s what I’ve been missing.” You smirked and pinched your lips.

“I don’t want to rush you or take advantage. I’m not after just this, I want more.”

“How much more?” Again, his smile took your breath away.

“Everything.”

His confession brought you back to reality. While it was sweet it was also an awakening. He was your partner. Was everything possible? The bureau had rules, regulations, and policies. Dating your partner was strictly frowned upon. This could break your career and set you back years. Both of you must have thought the same thing because he even nodded his head while he looked down. He didn’t move though, he still held you to his body.

“So many nights I’ve had this dream. So many nights I’d stare out my window over the horizon and think about you here wondering what you were doing. I want this Y/N. I want you.”

Your eyes met again, and it was like looking through glass, his feelings were so evident so transparent. It spoke to you. you softly caressed his bearded cheek then kissed him while pulling him into your apartment. Reality could wait until sunrise.

You dropped onto the couch in your living room and made out for hours. His hands explored your body while remaining respectful as he got familiar with your lips and the sensitive skin of your neck. In between kissing, he confessed his true thoughts of you when he first met you, confessed how beautiful he thought you were. It was then he made you confess your thoughts too. From there the two of you went through your interactions together that both of you thought your feelings were so obvious.

It made you feel closer to him and even more attracted than ever. To think you both had felt this way from the very start and had denied it for so long was insane. Everything between you felt as natural as breathing, it never felt weird. You just fell into step like it made sense—you made sense. When talking was pointless you allowed your lips and hands to take over in the conversation. Of course both of you were tempted to go further but neither of you did. Besides dry humping on each other and kissing over places of each other’s bodies everything remained very tame. Every time you felt his hardness you were even more tempted than you ever imagined you would be. From what you felt you knew he was blessed in more ways than just appearances.

By the time you finally pulled apart from each other and stopped whispering, giggling and cuddling together it was nearing four-thirty in the morning.

“I’m going to leave to let you get a little bit of sleep,” OA whispered in between kisses.

“Okay.” Your response should have been the end of it, but it wasn’t. you kept kissing and caressing each other until another five minutes passed and you were back on the couch. This happened four times without accomplishing anything.

Finally, he walked to the door alone thinking it would be smarter for you to stay on the couch. When he turned to look at you again he smiled softly. “We’re doing this—you and me?”

You didn’t know what to say so you smiled like a schoolgirl making him smile widely. “All right,” OA said before he walked through the door only to come back to kiss you once more before hurrying out.

“See you soon.”

When he was gone you couldn’t stop smiling for a good ten minutes. You squealed in your couch and giggled like an idiot. It was impossible to stop. It was also disgusting how bubbly you felt. You felt lite and full of energy. It wasn’t until you’d managed to take out your badge and place it on your nightstand did reality come creeping back in. For the first time, your bubbly feeling slowly faded leaving a very sobering feeling that was very similar to dreadful worry.

“Fuck!”

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drivingsideways · 4 years

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The Rebel Princess review/ spoilers upto ep 12

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At the end of 12 episodes I have to say I’m..underwhelmed. I mean, I knew going into a 68 episode drama that it was going to be really slow for most parts, but it’s still hard going even with low expectations.

I think the first thing that threw me was Zhang Ziyi playing a 15 year old. Don’t get me wrong- I don’t think it’s her looks per se that make it unbelievable-she’s incredibly youthful and beautiful, of course. And I’m well aware of the sexist double standards re: casting, and I’ve generally always hated it when older actors are cast in roles of teenagers or people about two decades younger than they are! It’s just that I don’t think she’s suited to the cutesy/naive A’wu that we meet in the initial episodes. You can see the effort she’s putting into it and that makes it all the more apparent that she isn’t that character. I just didn’t buy into the performance, I think. It’s only in episode 12, in the scene where she learns about her father’s and aunt’s lies re: Xiao Qi that I felt that spark you feel when an actor is totally in sync with their character in a scene. (Her earlier “big scene” after the wedding felt more ho-hum to me, though heaps more engaging than anything that had gone on before then.)

But Zhang Ziyi’s strained performance is not the only problem I’ve had with this part; it’s that fundamentally I just can’t buy into the idea that A’wu is the person she is when we meet her- seemingly utterly unaware of how the society around her works, or her position in it? She’s reached marriageable age- though not by modern standards of course- i.e. she’s entered into adulthood, and is presumably not unintelligent or entirely blind, but she seems downright surprised by the fact that she should be expected to marry for reasons other than love, or that other people around her, in her family even, have done so. I can buy that she thought she would be the exception to the rule, because she has been pampered all her life, but she seems actually astonished that the rule exists! Or that other people may be ok with not marrying for love, but have other considerations (See early conversation with Xie Wanru regarding Xiao Qi). It speaks to a laziness of characterization/ world building for me. We are meant to accept A’wu’s incredible naivete re: marriage as plausible for a woman of her age and societal position, in the same breath that we have to accept the multiple rape/ threatened rape storylines as historically accurate/ plausible because women were tightly controlled as a class. Watch me roll my eyes so hard that they’re falling off my face.

But I’m hoping to god that now that we’ve put the “woman-child” part of the story behind us, things will improve!

The other thing I feel that keeps me..whelmed..is the general pov choices. The story is ostensibly being told by A’wu- she is literally narrating it to the audience. Yet for extended periods we have to leave her pov to get all the plot machinations in place. There’s also a time skip of approximately 6-8 months after her marriage to when we meet her next; in that time, she seems to have made peace with the fact that the great love of her life whom she sacrificed her life for turned out to be a wuss, and also somehow magically “grown up”. The naive A’wu we saw has disappeared and instead we have grown up A’wu who’s quite capable of manipulation and running a household (and from spoilers I’ve seen, become adept at military strategy etc). I mean, it’s GREAT, for the character, but the transition feels sudden, presented like a fait accompli. I wish we’d gotten to see those 6-8 months in Huizhou is what I’m saying, or even earlier hints of her talents and interests. But we were stuck in “I’m a young, pampered princess in love, I have no thoughts beyond getting married” mode for like ten episodes. If they’d laid a little more ground then, and also given us some more of those 6-8 months, I would have enjoyed it. But then, I suppose that requires an entire different kind of story telling focus. This show, despite being titled “The Rebel Princess” doesn’t seem to really be about *her *. That’s probably an expectation mismatch between me and the show (I haven’t read the novel or any of the press/ previews etc), so I’m having to swallow my disappointment a bit!

As usual, and this is specifically a me thing, I admit, I’m more interested in the “supporting” characters than in the leads. And again, specifically me-thing, I love the awful ones the MOSTEST.

I LOVE Wang Lin. I love the actor, I love the scheming, and I honestly think he’s literally the only character that makes any kind of sense in this story so far. Am I supposed to be horrified that he’s willing to barter his daughter for retaining the family’s power? On the contrary, I think A’wu needed a solid dose of reality and maybe a little time living her maid’s life so that she could understand just how right her dad is. *shrug hands emoji * . I’m 50 x more interested in Wang Lin and Jin Ruo’s Terrible and Complicated Marriage than in Xiao Qi and A’wu making doe-eyes at each other, sorry, not sorry.

I also love Xie Wanru; I know she’s probably going to come to a terrible end, after getting her shot at being Supporting Villainess until the Real Main (Male) Villain can fully take over etc. Still, she has done nothing wrong in her life and I fully support her in her quest for revenge.

Su Jin Er’s story in Ep 11/12 was incredibly poignant and heartbreaking for me; even though I objectively understand that what she did to Zidan was rape. I know she’s also being set up as plot point for Xie Wanru’s villainy to bloom, and idk, will probably die in the next few episodes. Alas. I shall have to write the fic where Su Jin Er survives her punishment and goes on to live happily ever after with a beautiful boy of her choice and lots of money from idk black market trading of grain or something, I accept this and I will do it.

Surprise entrant for GIRL I AM ROOTING WITH ALL MY HEART FOR is A’wu’s sister in law, who’s fucking the second prince and refusing to produce a Wang clan heir right under the nose of that Incredibly Smart Villain Daddy Wang Lin; honestly that reveal was the best second best thing the show has done so far.

The best thing the show has done so far was when a giant bat swooped down and kidnapped A’wu from the marketplace in ep 11...I was HOLLERING.

Anyways, I am going to keep watching mostly for my queen Zhang Ziyi, spoilers I’ve seen in the tag indicate that the next set of episodes will be actually good? *cross fingers *

#the rebel princess #monarch industry #unpopular opinions cw

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albonium · 4 years

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I was tagged by @f1fantrash, who also happens to be the first person who followed me ! (it took me two days to realise I had not posted it but left it in the drafts, sorry)

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag blogs you want to get to know better

Tagging (only if you want to <3): @dhyamn @becometheknifemaster and @f1neline

1. Name/nickname: Julie, friends call me Juju or Ju, my nickname in uni was mamie (grandma)

2. Gender: female

3. Star sign: cancer

4. Height: 180 cm / 5′10

5. Time: 23:25

6. Birthday: July 4th

7.Favorite bands/groups: My taste in music evolved a lot these last few years, if I had to say favorite bands ever then red hot chili peppers (they’re my most listened to artist according to spotify), muse, linkin park, public service broadcasting, m83 and acdc (another thing I picked up from my dad along with F1). These days I listen to a lot of enter shikari and breton.

8. Favorite solo artists: same as before, my tastes evolve a lot over time. Favorite ever I’d say Lorde and Francis Cabrel (old french singer). I listened to nombe on repeat in 2020

9. Song stuck in your head: fire burning by Sean Kingston

10. Last movie: I don’t remember the name but it was a terrible french movie, I watched it because my grandma wanted to.

11. Last show: I think it was star trek discovery ?

12. When did I create this blog: sometime mid-season but I actually began using it after it ended

13. What do I post: I can’t write, draw or do edits (I don’t have enough patience to learn and do stuff), so most of the time I have to find the balance between posting every dumb thing that goes through my mind and nothing.

14. Last thing I googled: “mediapart vaccin naufrage”, I searched for an article about how the french government fucked up and lied once again in their handling of covid 19, this time regarding how they did not prepare enough to begin the vaccination campaign

15. Other blogs: None active but I still have my first tumblr from 2012.

16. Do I get asks: only once, the rest so far has been spam

17. Why I chose my url: I love dogs, F1 and Toto Wolff boom

18. Following: 63

19. Followers: 31

20. Average hours of sleep: depends, normally 6 hours but in these days of endless lockdown who knows ???

21. Lucky number: i’m not superstitious but if i have to pick a number then it’s always 4, both my sister and I were born on the 4th

22. Instrument: guitar

23. What am I wearing: gray joggers, white polka dot tshirt and a black hoodie

24. Dream job: R&D lab tech (pretty much what I did last year, the dream part would be to find a company that I’d love working for. I first wanted to work in aerospace but turns out that any company that works with space has at least a tiny bit of military/weaponry involvement and that’s a big no no. I’m currently thinking that the dream would be either something in the medical domain or working for the CNRS which is the french national scientific research organisation)

25. Dream trip: I don’t think I really have one big dream trip (I have loads of them). Hawaii would be nice. Beaches, awesome wildlife, beautiful scenery to go hiking. I’d love to see an active volcano and maybe even an eruption. There’s a lot of history and culture there too and I love learning about the places I visit. Only downside is that it’s really touristic and I don’t feel good in places with too much people. I’m planning on going to french Guyana to see a rocket launch once COVID magically disappears or something. With the way things are going I won’t see Ariane 5 but Ariane 6...

26. Favorite food: call me basic but I love pizza

27. Nationality: french

28. Favorite song: The same one since I was a child : I will survive by Gloria Gaynor, but the version made for the 1998 football world cup. My parents and my grandparents had the CD and it was the only thing I wanted to listen to. I had a weird obsession with Zidane too and had a shirt with his face on it.

29. Last book read: the end of everything (astrophysically speaking) by Katie Mack

30. Top three fictional worlds: I’m not sure with this one but I’d say star trek ? I can’t think of any where things are good in general.

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unhowl · 4 years

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🖤 pinned post time! for the sake of mobile users, an abridged version of my rules & a complete copy/paste of my muse roster is beneath the cut! if you could use more information, it’s on my blog when you’re next at a desktop.

RULES

— about: bard - 26 - they/he - white - spoonie - various brainworms — all warnings and triggers are tagged appropriately including not safe for work — don’t be weird, racist or otherwise awful; also, no minors please — i love memes! send me memes! encourage me to send you memes! — i don’t care how you format but i don’t use small text and rarely use icons

MUSE ROSTER

please note: not all muses have faceclaims, or use their canon faceclaims. none of these muses are straight and a good chunk of them are trans. i canon diverge fairly often but that doesn’t really matter until we plot.

CINEMA

GAMES

LITERATURE

OTHER

TELEVISION

VOICETESTING

alexopoulos, justice - original character - fc: tba deet - the dark crystal: age of resistance (tv) - fc: in-show/nathalie emmanuel karev, alex - grey's anatomy (tv) - fc: justin chambers scythia, andromache of - the old guard (movie) - fc: charlize theron spencer, eliot - leverage (tv) - fc: tba vance, eleanor - the haunting of hill house (book) - fc: isabelle adjani

#( pinned post. )#( rules. )#( roster. )

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isolaradiale · 5 years

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Lost in Space 14

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HETALIA

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HOUSEKI NO KUNI

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KEN GA KIMI

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KIMETSU NO YAIBA

Kaigaku (CONDO 463) *BROKEN URL

Susamaru (APARTMENT 367)

KINGDOM HEARTS

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KONO SUBARASHIKI SEKAI NO SHUKUFUKU WO

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LONG LIVE THE QUEEN

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MARVEL

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Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) (TOWNHOUSE 237)

Laura Kinney (X-23) (HOUSE 158)

Patrick Mulligan (Toxin) (TOWNHOUSE 213) *BROKEN URL

MEIJI TOKYO RENKA

Shunsou Hishida (TOWNHOUSE 203)

METAL GEAR SOLID

Venom Snake (HOUSE 110)

MY HERO ACADEMIA (BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA)

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) (CONDO 413)

Tokoyami (TOWNHOUSE 254)

NARUTO

Kisame Hoshigaki (TOWNHOUSE 216)

NIER

A2 (TOWNHOUSE 243)

NINJAGO

Lloyd Garmadon (TOWNHOUSE 221)

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The Batter (CONDO 416)

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Paivet (APARTMENT 302) *BROKEN URL

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Savon (APARTMENT 337)

Yi Hansol (Yi’s House (Cotes))

ONE PIECE

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ONEGAI MY MELODY

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A PLAGUE TALE: INNOCENCE

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PUELLA MAGI MADOKA MAGICA

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RIVER CITY GIRLS

Kyoko (TOWNHOUSE 241)

ROYAL SCANDAL

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ritacaroline · 5 years

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Starshine Ch. 19 Jimmy Page Fan Fiction

Sequel to In The Light

Clare and John Henry were home at their kitchen table. He was just giving her one last kiss and a warm hug before exiting. On his way, for a few errands and later, a morning practice at the studio. Clare was just finishing off the last of her salami and watermelon fruit roll up sandwich. It had extra mayo on a seeded roll, with a side of herring. “Mmmm, that was divine,” she said aloud to herself. Only a small fart was heard by the house keeper nearby, this time. Just a little one. She picked up the phone to call Linda, who had a late starting workday on her agenda.

Linda : Hello ?

Clare : Hi Lin. It’s me, Clare. How’s it goin, my girl ?

Lin : Oh, it’s goin. Ok, I guess. I feel ok, work’s ok. I do miss Rob. I love him still, though I’m also very angry. I miss his company. We used to be constantly talking. And his comments and discussion were always so funny and uplifting. And now I’ve been cheated on and what’s worse, I’m fucking lonely. No man to hold and kiss. Nothin.

Clare : Oh, my darling. I’m so sad to hear that. And I so understand the feeling, we’ve all been in that place before and it sure does suck. Hey, want to have a girl’s night out tonight ? I’ll round up all the local lawbreakers. We could get slammed on tequila at that Mexican place, Aunt Chilada’s ? What do you think ?

Linda : Yeah, that could be fun. I’m in. But, I’m having a hard time in general, just draggin myself out to work. Even my clients are starting to notice at the salon. Can’t seem to lift myself outa this funk.

Clare : Well, I do have an interesting proposition for you. I happened across someone’s business card, from the New York tour last Spring. It was the security guard who watched over Jill and I. Remember the really tall blond guy, Julian ?

Lin : Yeah, I do. He was phenomenal. I love a tall man. And his eyes, the blue eyes, threw me for a loop.

Clare : I’m so glad you remember him, and in a good way. Well, it just so happens that I’ve learned he’s available. And in a private discussion which we had, he remembers you well, and he’s quite interested in a nice get together with you. How does that land on your hedgerow ?

Lin : Uhhmm, ? I don’t know. Haven’t been thinking in that direction. But, maybe. Yeah, I’ll toss it around in my head. He was pretty handsome and friendly.

Clare : Hey, what could it hurt ? Even if doesn’t turn out to be a true love connection, he may be able to offer you a great way to take the tension off. Ya know, girl ? If I were single, I promise you, I’d try that out in a heartbeat.

Lin : I see what you’re saying. And in that light, I’ve decided my answer is yes. Give him my number, I’ll be glad to do him. I mean, see him.

Clare : Oooh, I know what you meant, baby !

Meanwhile, at Preston Hospital, London, Jill worked at her lab bench. She chatted quietly with her assistant, as they waited during the resting time for the test samples to ready.

Rachel : So, Miss Jill, I see you’re sporting a glamorous engagement ring. It’s spectacular. How did you meet your fiancé ?

Jill : Oh, thank you. We met at my workplace at New York General Hospital. New York, New York baby. He was a patient I met at the out patient lab station.

Rachel : Wow, you can actually meet someone worthwhile at a blood drawing station ?

Jill : Oh yeah. This guy was glorious from the get go. And it only got better.

Rachel : Wow, you’re restoring my faith in the belief that great things can happen, just by random luck.

Jill : Well, meeting him was incredible random luck. Everything else that happened after that was pure magic. He is heaven on Earth, sorry to brag, but Hell, I’m in love.

Rachel : What’s his name ?

Jill : It’s Jim.

Rachel : Jim, that’s a sweet name. I have a boyfriend, he’s Gordon. We met in school. After graduation, he’s going on to be a photographer and an artist. He’s begun his own photography business recently. He also draws and paints beautifully. I’m really proud of him.

Jill : Oh, how awesome. He sounds great.

Rachel : Yes. He’s got a strong hold on my heart. And, he’s my first boyfriend.

Jill : I understand. How exciting.

With that, the timer went off and back to work it was. Rachel began the next step in the process and just then the phone rang. Jill stepped away, and picked it up in the side room, a small private area.

Jill: “Hematology Lab. Jill speaking.”

Jim : Hello, this is the London bureau of fashion, my name is Leland McPairington. May I ask if you’re dressed appropriately for work today, Miss ?“

Jill : Hmm, let me take a look, hold on. Ok, well I’ve got on a deep rust color skirt, it’s kind of short. But all the men here seem to approve of it. Uhm, also a gold color top, and some sexy lingerie. Black lace. However, no one can see it. It’s only for my sexy man, when I see him at 4.

Jim : Oh, how lovely you sound. Your man must love you in that lingerie. He’s fucking lucky. You sound like a goddess. I hope he keeps you happy, you know, at home ??

Jill : Oh my Lord, he is the end all of lovers. So loving, so hot, his lips drive me insane. His hands, Oh my God. There’s not another man on this planet who can satisfy me and make my blood race like this man can.

Jim : Wow, Miss, you sound awfully happy with your choice. I hope he appreciates you. I mean, I’m personally starting to sweat, just hearing about this situation.

Jill : But, Leland, don’t you have your own girl ?

Jim : Yes, yes I do in fact. I have no idea why she would choose me, though. I adore her. Every tiny thing she does turns me inside out. And I love her more and more every day. Even if I’m sad, her smile brings me to paradise. And her beautiful green eyes, oh my God. They sparkle like diamonds. And her lips, well, ….kissing her is the joy of my life, she makes my heart pound. I can’t ever get enough of her. And when we make love, Lord above. I can’t, I can’t…I’m confused just thinking about it, that’s how intense and spectacular it is.

Jill : Oh my God, I love you so much.

Jim : uhhh, ok ? Isn’t that a little unprofessional of you, Miss ?

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Next Ch. (20) https://ritacaroline.tumblr.com/post/185729929196/starshine-ch-20-jimmy

Chapter Index for “Starshine” is located at bottom section of Ch.1 , click here : https://ritacaroline.tumblr.com/post/184383708541/starshine-ch-1-jimmy-page-fan

Link to “In The Light” - original fan fic - https://ritacaroline.tumblr.com/Fan%20Fiction

JimJam Mistresses @tremble-and-shake @ledoftherings @gimmeeshelter @adonna1964 @justanotherzosofangirl @starchild0985 @girlofthemoon75 @bonscottintheimpala @12909168 @jullz @cherryfloyd @tenementcrazylittlefruitcake @save-me-from-the-gallows-pole @soy-laprincessa @marauderofworlds @ultrabitchystudentperfectionus @satanspizzadeliveryguy @misspenylane @zi-zidane @catherine0627 @pagingpage-the-original @amythesticon @strangerspassinginthestreet @ thezeppelinbeatles @pour-some-sugar-on-mee @carryfire18 @j-james-thlk @70shoney @strange-broo @page-daddy @nadianad1337 @yerawizardjimmeh @jimmyypagey @magnetacuddles84 @rock6880 @ledxzeppelin @kinkyspice @thelandofnevermore @my-golden-lion @itsblackbetty @magnetacuddles84 @luvejimmy @palenickelsaladparty @jennmarieetn @honeydewgroupie @how-many-more-times-blog @loveinher-eyess @rocknrollababes-blog @princesssofpeace @frauweide @dontyouhearmecallingyou @zozjaa @miniaturewinnerwonderland @http-jinx @chennington @venicebeachx @wanna-be-groupie @where-the-hot-springs-blow @basementmermaid @crying-over-rock-legends @cherrrywitch @rocknrollababes @scarletrossetti @sixpackonthefrontseat @miamorjimmypage @boomervonlouder

#Fan Fiction #submission #jimmy page fan fic #jimmy page fanfiction #jimmy page fan fiction led zeppelin

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addc10 · 6 years

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Zidane black magic already at work

#no left back for ceta on the bench?#mmmmmkkk #real madrid

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bemysclf · 5 years

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Wishlist:

Black Magic and/or dagger (<--Click <3 @tailoringtay) training.

The possibilities of more/unknown Eidolons.

Zidane and Dagger breaking up (I have an idea in mind, but we would definitely talk/plot about this!) and later on reconciling???? Give me the angst.

Zidane and Dagger taking a proper honeymoon.

A proper and real Zidagger wedding??

Learning more about her birth parents (I have some ideas)

Kuja and Dagger working together??

Hanging out with everyone!

Kingdom Hearts stuff

Traveling the world/revisiting places

AU where Dagger decides to become an Adventurer/treasure hunter?) Or perhaps she ran away at a young age and became said adventurer/treasure hunter, thus the Princess was presumed dead...until someone figures out the truth/recognizes her. This one is a heavy WIP. But it’s based off of this. (<3 @ofgil )

AUs in general!

#wishlist #this is a lot oops #but here we are!#ooc

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alewyren · 5 years

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final fantasy!

I wasn’t sure if I should include Bravely Default or not because ohhh man I have some fuckin Thoughts, so I’ll just do one for mainline FF and one for Bravely Default.

The first character I first fell in love with:

Tidus left a strong impression on me as a kid due to the way FFX ended, and I still really like him, but I wouldn’t say I was ever in love with him. On the other hand, Fang from FFXIII turned me gay.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Kuja, I think? As much as I will maintain that he is the objective best FF villain until the day I die, and as much as that outfit is IC for him, it’s still, uh. Not good. It’s not even that it’s too feminine, it’s just fucking ugly, lmao. Doesn’t make for a great first impression. But god fucking damn, he is very, very good. Maybe at some point I’ll whip up a meta about him, but I’m not sure what to say that hasn’t been covered already.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t:

Sephiroth. He’s got a cool design, a great theme song (those chosen by the planet, not one winged angel), and a phenomenally intimidating presence. But the thing is, as far as FF7 itself is concerned, he’s barely a character. He’s long dead by the time of the game and exists only as an echo of the past and a manifestation of Cloud’s psychological problems. By the end, he’s more Jenova (who herself is more a force of nature than a character) than himself imo. He works because of what he represents, and the mystery surrounding him, not because of who he is. Hailing him as the “best FF villain” misses the point. I feel like Squeenix themselves don’t get what was great about Sephiroth, since we keep getting these immensely fucking bland villains like Vayne, Caius, and Ardyn that are clearly trying to recapture the Sephiroth magic by focusing on the cool factor or the relationship with the protag or whatever when none of that is why Sephiroth worked in FF7 to begin with.

The character I love that everyone else hates:

Vanille. Yeah the English voice direction was awful, yeah the noises she makes when riding her eidolon are immensely fucking uncomfortable, but she’s actually a really interesting character who deserved more time to shine, and I maintain that she should have been the protag of FF13 rather than Pink Squall. Since she has like, y’know, a much more direct hand in the entire plot of the goddamn game.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

uuuuuuuhhh I really don’t know. Maybe Kain. I used to think he was the shit but now I’m just like “haha, mr. friendzone at it again.” Or maybe Cloud, thanks to Advent Children taking a steaming dump on his personality in the name of fanservice.

The character I would totally smooch:

FANG. SHE IS SO FUCKING HOT GOOD LORD I’M GAY. Also Rydia. Uh, adult Rydia, that is.

The character I’d want to be like:

Fang is pretty goals, but she’s a bit more butch than I personally see myself, haha. Maybe Celes, sans heterosexuality and poor taste in dudes. She’s very cool, strong, and sexy.

The character I’d slap:

Squall I guess? Cheer Up Emo Kid!

A pairing that I love:

Kuja/Terra! I’d toyed with the idea before thanks to Dissidia 012, but NT sold me forever. There are a lot of reasons these two work so well, the most important being that their interactions are absolutely fucking precious. The reason he freed her from Kefka’s control in the first place, apart from wanting to stick it to the asshole clown, was because he empathized with her, but when she thanked him later he downplayed the hell out of it. Terra genuinely tries to reach out to him, and he’s receptive, but aloof, and acts so theatrical about it (”If that is what Her Highness wishes.”) It’s… cute? Like, they’re both pretty damn emotionally stunted due to their, uh, irregular upbringings, and there’s so much potential there! *slams fists on table* GIVE ME MORE

A pairing that I despise:

Come to think of it, I don’t think I have a single genuine notp in the entire Final Fantasy franchise. Even ships I don’t really care for, like Cecil/Rosa, Locke/Celes or Wakka/Lulu, I wouldn’t say I hate them, just think they’re lame and poorly written. I guess Kuja/Zidane? Yeah, yeah, I know, rich as fuck coming from me, but I just don’t like them romantically at all. The most important reason being that they’re ugly as sin together.

and now, the bravely default hot takes nobody asked for but that I will rant about at literally any given opportunity.

The first character I first fell in love with:

EDEA!!! I love her SO MUCH! She’s an adorable, precious ENTJ child who’s so headstrong, but naive, and so endearing. Her design (in the first game–blue is not her color) is great, and she has some of the best class outfit designs as well. She’s also the main melee bulk of the party, which I find immensely refreshing in a franchise where the girls are usually mages or rogues.

Her character arc is pretty basic, sure, but it works. For starters, she’s the best handled rebellious princess I’ve seen, in that she just flat out turns on Eternia–everything she’s ever known–with scarcely a second thought. Not because she feels trapped by the burdens of being royalty or whatever, she’s just stubborn and willful and has an iron sense of right and wrong that she’s willing to fight for above all else. Which, I mean, yeah, evil empire, but it’s not that simple. Which is why her arc is about reconciling with the fact that it isn’t all black and white, and embracing her role as eventual queen of Eternia.

The writing is pretty hamfisted, what with her literally calling things “black and white,” but she’s 15, so I’ll give it a pass. Yeah, I know the American version aged her up to make the fanservice shit less gross, but it doesn’t really work when her character is about overcoming her childish worldview, lol. Like, she’s a babbu. You can’t just change a number and make her less babbu. Her theme song is literally called “Baby Bird.” Maybe just don’t fucking sexualize characters who are meant to be read as childish in the first place? She deserved so much better than the writing she got in Bravely Second, which I’ll… get to later, but she was still an absolute delight. Did I mention she’s also hilarious? “Oops, my foot slipped.” “You just DROPKICKED ME!”

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Yew. I mean, I don’t love him as much as Edea, but Bravely Second was kind of a hot mess, if fun, and his arc pleasantly surprised me. He kind of had a similar arc as Edea in the first game, but in the opposite direction. Over the course of the game he gradually overcame his rich, upper class nerd privilege worldview and became Woke ™, and then used his privilege to help people. By contrast, Edea still had to go through the journey of getting past her simplistic worldview, but whereas she was quick to recognize the fact that her world was wrong and had to learn not to see things in extremes, Yew had to work to claw his way outside of that box in the first place. The plot twist about his brother was obvious as hell but like, whatever, it was fun. His mask didn’t even cover that much of his face, how did he not know,

The character everyone else loves that I don’t:

Tiz. He’s boring, not much else to say there. Except, his design in Bravely Second had me excited as hell because he looks so emo and ow the edge and I was really excited to see what they were gonna do with him, but his personality is… exactly the same as the first game? Why bring him back at all? For that matter, why kill him off in the first place? I know they were going for some meta shit, but like… why?

The character I love that everyone else hates:

Airy, but idk if that counts because I love her for precisely the reasons everyone else hates her. Even if I think the good end should have been obtained by seeing through her ruse and blowing up the crystals rather than just going along with what she says and repeating the same fucking sequence of bosses over and over…

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

Ringabel. Mainly for shipping reasons and because I’m increasingly exhausted with the whole chivalrous pervert trope, especially when Edea was very much underage in the first game, lmao. He’s a good character objectively speaking, but a lot of his potential wasn’t capitalized on and I still don’t get how Alternis did a complete 180 from his brooding initial personality, to… that. Or why there were AU Ringabels in the ending sequence of the first game when I thought the whole point was that he was a spanner in the works who shouldn’t have been part of the party in the first place, and that’s how they managed to foil Airy? Or, it should have been, if they didn’t literally just go along with what she said until the end despite his very clear warnings that she was up to some shady shit. The final stretch of Bravely was a fucking trainwreck, nothing new there.

The character I would totally smooch:

Edea. But like, a forehead smooch, because she’s a babbu. Though she is 18 for real this time in Second, isn’t she? And she’s matured considerably by then too… hrm.

The character I’d want to be like:

Edea post-character development. She’s got her shit together, and she’s still strong-willed, outgoing, and adorable as all hecke.

The character I’d slap:

Yulyana. Fuck the quirky pervert trope, seriously. It’s not funny, it’s never been funny, and it never will be funny.

A pairing that I love:

Well, Agnes/Olivia is the only pairing that I straightforwardly ship, and I’ll never not be mad that they just, like. Forgot about Olivia in the final stretch of the game. Like they really just killed her off for shock value, huh? Okay Sure.

I like Edea/Alternis a lot too, but it’s complicated. Reading through D’s Journal during a blind playthrough left way more of an impact on me than Ringabel’s dumb flirting, but they definitely have a lot of shit to work through before they get together. They obviously both genuinely care about each other, though Edea’s got other shit on her plate to worry about rather than Alternis being a lovelorn, emo weirdo. But like, he’s not only so emotionally distant from her despite his feelings that she doesn’t even know what his face looks like, but he’s got a weird possessive streak towards her? It might be a translation thing but the phrasing “I would have taken you as my wife” is a bit. Iffy. Especially considering a. the age gap and b. she outranks him. Of course she’s having none of this shit, but I do like the idea of them both maturing, actually bonding like human beings, and getting together when they’re older, ie: when Edea is queen and Alternis has learned to accept his fate as a permabottom. Childhood friend loyalty kink is my passion, and like, while Edea is very much a take charge no nonsense lady, she struggles with personal relationships and emotions. They both do, and that’s why their relationship is so complicated and interesting. I’d love to read slowburn of them.

A pairing that I despise:

Rindea. But wait, you say! Didn’t you just write a whole paragraph on how you like Altdea? Well, yes. I do stand by that, and I enjoy the ship because of its problems rather than in spite of them. Rindea is. Not that. While Altdea is a flawed relationship that I’d love to see mature into something functional along with the characters themselves, Rindea is a disgustingly written trainwreck that shits on all that potential, as well as Edea’s entire fucking character, constantly.

I don’t hate the very idea of these two as an item. The problem is how badly said item is written. Even though Rindea has the same problematic base as Altdea, which is treated as flawed, it just completely fucking glosses over all of that, everything that actually makes their relationship interesting, in favor of generic hetero pervy slap slap kiss tsundere bullshit. Yes, Ringabel’s feelings for her run deeper than that, but that’s basically all that their dynamic, their actual interactions, amount to. And for some reason she’s into it? Like, I’m sorry, but fucking when and why did she develop feelings for him? Was it before or after she learned about his true identity? Is it because he’s Alternis or in spite of it? Hell, how did she feel about that revelation in the first place? All of that is very much worth addressing, but they LITERALLY NEVER DO.

Did she just secretly like his annoying flirting all along because no obviously means yes? Like, Ringabel still fucking carries all the baggage associated with being Alternis but the game doesn’t give a fuck! It’s overbearing and weird when Alternis comes onto Edea, but when Ringabel does it it’s peak romance! He loves her so it’s okay! And we don’t know anything about Edea’s feelings for him because the game just never fucking goes into it! It’s just assumed that she must like him back! Hey, here’s a thought! Maybe if Ringabel actually loves her so much he could respect her feelings and lay the fuck off! Oh wait, no means yes, right. And don’t even get me started on Bravely Second, jesus fucking christ. You seriously mean to tell me that, according to Yoko, my girl’s only personal damage is being tfw no bf? Nothing about the stress of ruling a nation or any of her other relationships? Nothing even about how her feelings for Ringabel might actually be more fucking complicated than dokidoki take me with you ringabel kun? Absolutely Fucking Disgusting.

Listen. I like problematic ships, but Rindea is just fucking bad, and it’s made worse by the fact that canon thinks it’s good. At this point they’ve missed so many opportunities to actually expand meaningfully on Edea’s side of the relationship that it’s a lost fucking cause and I want it to die in a fire. Good lord I hate this ship and it’s exhausting being an Edea main when it’s the entire fandom’s OTP. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

I ranted more about this ship as well as the other canon Bravely ships in this post and will probably do so again when presented the opportunity.

#motorrads #asks #ff #bravely default #unfortunately i don't have a custom tag for the bravely series. y'all are gonna have to witness my hottest of takes #come fight me #musings

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apocalypseprodromus · 5 years

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Barriers Between (Chapter 4)

Warning: Angst. And Yandere behavior... And pretty fricking long!

Being forcefully pulled by her arm, Trinitas took this opportunity to admire the handsome young man in front of her. He was strangely attractive when he was angered. They finally came to a stop somewhere outside the pocket dimension.

“I’m sorry for what happened back there. I don’t know why you’re upset but you shouldn’t be. These are my problems, not yours.” Trinitas despondently uttered.

Squall didn’t know how to reply. He didn’t want her thinking he was somehow angry at her. In fact, he sympathized with her. The two of them had more similarities than they initially understood.

“We’re in the same boat.” Squall smiled bleakly. “Our fears aren’t so different.”

She couldn’t discern what he meant from those words. Instead, she grabs his hand while her eyes glowed a shade of emerald for half a second.

At that moment she understood what he meant...

Standing puzzled as to what she was doing with his hand, a voice other than his own entered his mind.

I’m not going to abandon you. As long as you don’t do that to me. I want to be a constant in your life for as long as I’m able. It’s so easy to denounce the promises of others as plain lies, and I know words don’t count for much if you never follow through with them. Let me fill the void left by others. I want to be all you’ll ever need and you can be the same for me. I don’t care what’s on the inside, it’s you... and that’s all it’ll ever need to be.

Squall looked back at the girl in wonderment of her abilities as she drew closer to him. Playing with his hand, delicate fingertips skimmed the leather on the knuckles of his gloves.

He’d never understand her, but perhaps he didn’t need to. “Let’s just get going.” He broke her out of her trance quietly before starting off in a new direction.

“You betcha!” She exclaimed before running to his side.

“So, if my crystal heart isn’t the crystal I’m supposed to look for, what could it possibly be?” Trinitas looked to the gemstone organ she got back from Squall in the previous ‘cycle’ as it were.

“It’s supposed to be something representative of who you are. It’s one of those ‘you’ll know it when you see it’ type of deals.” Squall shrugged.

“Hm.” She acknowledged what he said but it still left more questions than answers.

“We’ll get it... somehow.” Squall assured the momentarily distant girl.

“I wonder where the others are...” Trinitas mused.

Squall sighed as he looked to the side and saw ‘others’ in the distance. He stopped Trinitas and turned her to the side. “There you go. Play nice with the other children.”

Trinitas’ vision caught the sight of some fellow Warriors of Cosmos. “Very funny Squall.” Her tone far from actual amusement.

Squall often teased her about her short stature, in conjunction with her hot-headedness. For a harbinger of ill tidings, she was rather unintimidating and unassuming. But she continuously claimed it worked in her favor, despite the drawbacks of perpetually looking like a 15-year-old.

“You laugh now but just watch! No one ever suspects the things I’m capable of.”

“I have firsthand knowledge you know. Don’t think I could forget about that.” Squall remembers a time where Trinitas used someone’s face as a springboard, before landing elegantly with the soles of her shoes digging firmly into their crotch.

How classy. While the memory makes Squall simultaneously want to roll his eyes and contemplate the safety of his own crotch, he can’t help but be impressed by his partner’s agility.

“Hey, guys!” The call of the Cosmos warriors alluded to before catches their attention. Zidane and Bartz run to catch up to the two of them.

Squall feels a slight pang of irritation from the smile Trinitas gave to them.

“So, are you two still looking for your crystals?” She remarked casually.

Zidane and Bartz began talking to the green-eyed girl but Squall couldn’t help but feel green-eyed himself at the prospect of the conversation. He didn't really take into account what they said anymore. What caught his attention was how close Zidane was attempting to get to Trinitas. The blond male seemed to notice Squall’s icy piercing glare and seemed to get the message.

“We’ll leave you guys to it! Let’s go, Bartz.” Zidane cheerily bid, calmly walking away from the brunette female and her menacing teammate.

“Um, shouldn’t we be working together?” Bartz tried to suggest.

Zidane met Squall’s frigid gaze once more and dismissed the notion outright. “They’ll be fine by themselves. We’ll also cover a lot more ground that way. See ya’ guys later!”

“I guess we’ll be going now,” Bartz stated baffled at Zidane’s counter excuse. “Good luck, you two!” He chirped before his eyes caught sight of Squall.

He quickly felt unwelcome.

“That was strange. Let’s get to finding those crystals!” Trinitas shouted, ignoring the bizarre tone of their farewells.

Squall followed closely to the young woman in front of him, his mind slightly dazed from the experience.

What was that? I don’t remember ever feeling that emotion before.

The duo had traveled for what seemed like a day and a half, having met Laguna at the Crystal Tower, a small area with a courtyard.

The blue dressed gunman watched as Firion and a few others made their departures. “He’s pretty interesting.”

“Of course you’d think that.” Squall muttered under his breath.

Laguna managed to catch what he said. “Well, don’t you think so? These guys carry weapons straight out of a fairy tale. Not to mention the magic they can use. They’ve got armor like I’ve never seen, and one of ‘em even has a tail! Oh yeah, the tail guy? He sure wasn’t happy when I yanked on it. That thing is real.”

Squall grimaced slightly. He yanked on it...?

Trinitas chuckled at the silly black-haired man. “Why would you do that?”

“Just wanted to know if it was real. Think about it, we’d never’ve met these people if all this hadn’t happened. Gotta take the chance to get to know ‘em.” Laguna held his hand to his chest. “Yep, expand our horizontals.”

Squall rolled his eyes. Horizontals? My first assumption was accurate. This guy is a moron...

“Um, it’s horizons. Also, would you’ve liked it if I yanked on your tail?” Trinitas surmised from his monologue, her hands sassily on her hips.

“Wouldn’t know, I don’t have one. Ya’ know, you’re rather fascinating too, Trinitas. You’re dressed like a modern-day gothic princess and give off this eerie vibe, but you’re not really what others would assume of you.” Laguna retorted thoughtfully. “Looking at you not knowing who you were, I’d assume that you were some kind of primordial force or an angel of death. Not an optimistic altruistic idealist with a cosmic case of borderline personality disorder.”

Squall looked to Trinitas worriedly, afraid Laguna may have said something to depress her. Fortunately, Trinitas took no offense to the statements made by the older male. Trinitas smiles sadly. “You got me there.” She shrugged.

“And you...” Laguna turned his attention to Squall. “Well, you’re kind of a mystery yourself. Especially since your sentences are so few and far between. How d’you expect to make any friends?” Laguna reasons with a slight tilt of his head.

“This is a battlefield, why do I need to ‘make friends’? Why bother making friends when we’re all headed back to our own worlds anyway? Besides, I don’t want to make friends with people who don’t understand me.” Squall looked to Trinitas in the corner of his eye. She looked disheartened by his answer.

“So the solution is to just... what? Shut everyone out? That sounds very counter-productive to me. You can’t really be serious, can you? You're not even allowing anyone a chance to get to know you in the first place. For a grown man, that’s pretty naive. ‘If it’s not forever, there’s no point getting close to anyone. If they don’t understand me right off the bat, why bother?’.”

Squall grew a bit offended at Laguna’s mocking monotone of him but more so of Laguna misinterpreting his words. That’s not what I meant. Squall scowled at the raven nuisance.

“Listen. Even if we lived in the same world...”

Which we unfortunately do.

“... there’d come a time where life would pull us apart. S’not a reason to avoid people, that and them not understanding you. Even if it’s someone you love more than life itself, that time will come.” Laguna mused. Meanwhile, Squall glanced at Trinitas briefly.

“There’s no guarantee you’ll even get to say goodbye. But before that happens, you get to be together, right? You can’t just waste all that potential for a rewarding relationship, even if it means you hit some bumps along the road.”

The blue-eyed young man looked to his companion to see her nodding along with Laguna in agreement.

“Squall! Do you see what I’m saying? You gotta forget about the stuff you can’t change and enjoy the now! I guess what I mean is, let’s try to get along. You’d think you would’ve learned something from your time with Trin.” Laguna laughed as he walked away from the two young brunettes.

“He has a point, you know.”

“Shut up, Trin. Let’s go.” Squall didn’t bother looking down at her as he grasped her hand. He knew if he looked, he’d find a smug smirk on her face.

The road to finding the crystals was fraught with difficulties. Slowly other warriors began regaining their memories of the previous cycles with each victory. Some of them even managed to find their crystals. But the same couldn’t be said for Squall and Trinitas.

“It’s fine Trin. There are still some stragglers... We’ll find our crystals in time.” Squall tried reasoning with the erratic girl frantically pacing one of Rift’s grassy patches quizzically trying to deduce why they haven’t found theirs.

“I just want to make sure we have it before something bad happens! I didn’t retrieve it last time and everyone died! I fucked up and everyone else paid the price. I don’t want that to- NO, I can’t let that happen again!” Trinitas distraughtly bellowed, startling Squall.

She blames herself for this? That’s not right. “Trin, it wasn’t your fault that Chaos was more prepared than us. Not very many of us were even ready to face Chaos...” He trailed off as he noticed Trinitas leaving the area. He strides to catch up with her. “And where are you going?”

He didn’t get an immediate response which was bothering.

“I’m going off on my own.” She started floating in the air and Squall grabbed her leg attempting to pull her back to the ground before he found himself floating with her.

“We don’t need to split up, Trin! We just need to-”

“ENOUGH! LET GO, LEONHART!” Trinitas attempted to fly a little faster and get a little closer to the ground so she could kick him off of her. “Let go!” She screeched at the boy currently dangling from her boot.

“You were the one who said you wouldn’t abandon me! And I’d hate if anything happened to you!” Squall yelled back trying not to get kicked in the face by the agitated female. This made her stop recoiling her foot.

Her expression was grim as she hovered inches from the ground. “I’m immortal. Nothing I’ve ever tried has ever come close to ending me. I can’t die, Squall. I think you’re making excuses. What for? I may have told you that I’d stay but if I need to break that promise to find my crystal for everyone’s sake, so be it. You’re the one who believes our friendship is destined to fail anyway. We come from separate worlds, right? One day we’ll have to just... part. I’m sorry that it hurts, Squall. It hurts me too. But you know what would hurt worse? Is watching everyone die again, and not getting another opportunity to do what’s best for them. Squall, so long as I get my crystal I believe we can prevent another pointless tragedy. If it’s what I’m supposed to do then I’ll be okay. If not, then just make sure Chaos doesn’t win.”

Trinitas quickly teleported away before Squall could reply.

He felt his heart plummet in his chest. “Trin.”

The sky above turned a dark foreboding green sometime after Trinitas’ disappearance. His heart started racing and his vision got hazier. Something was wrong with Trinitas and his inner voice went haywire, repeating her name ceaselessly in his mind. He needed to find her, right now.

Squall searched everywhere for her, the rest of the Rift, the Phantom Train, the Crystal Tower, the World of Darkness, Ultimecia's Castle, the Old Chaos Shine... she didn’t seem to be anywhere.

He faced many Warriors of Chaos and came to the rescue of several of his comrades, not because he wanted to, only for the fact he was looking desperately for Trinitas.

When trying to speak to him he would start taking off to the next location on his mind. Other Cosmos Warriors noticed the look of hysteria on his face when he found out that what he was looking for wasn’t around and decided to follow him.

“Squall, what’s wrong? Where’s Trinitas, I thought she was with you?” Yuna tried stopping the panicked young man to no avail as he ran right past her Terra and Vaan.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that expression on his face before.” Vaan regarded anxiously.

“You think something bad happened to Trinitas?” Terra asked, concerned with the state of the smaller brunette.

“It must be. Squall’s not one to behave in such a berserk manner.” Yuna was still shocked by the usually taciturn individual bolting right past her.

“Guess we’re in agreement then. I’ll follow Squall, you two let everyone else know what’s going on then gather up some others to search for Trinitas.” Vaan declared

“Right!” Terra and Yuna proclaimed before going to find others and tell Cosmos respectively.

Squall ran across the vast grassland in the hopes that Trinitas would just be in the meadow but no, it’s not that simple. It never is. A white entryway occupied the space Trinitas normally sits in.

The bombardment of disturbing jargon became nothing more than background noise to his addled mind. He was more curious about why he’s acting this way but his body isn’t stopping for no one. Not even himself.

He passes through the portal of white light, unknowingly followed shortly after. The voices threatening to drive him insane abruptly halted.

This place is one he’s unfamiliar with. Tall white walls with equally as tall white stone pillars under a glass ceiling. The sky is a bright shade of blue with the sun hanging just barely in sight. The floor was covered by a black and silver-lined rug, underneath a grayscaled swirled marble ranging from black to white and every gray in between. On the pillars hung thin black banners with a silver skull ribcage and pelvis bone over-lapped by skeletal arms and bordered by a v-formatted pattern.

It can’t just be a coincidence that this all reminds me of Trinitas. She has to be here somewhere. Squall reasoned looking back behind the portal only to notice how dark the dead end looked. An undercurrent of ominousness told him to avoid the dark space.

He turned back to the double doors at the end of the short corridor before something else caught his eye. Above the doorframe, presented by the glass ceiling, he saw inky wisps of blackness rising from the glass dome in the next room. Too busy observing his surroundings he failed to realize that Vaan was hidden behind a pillar to his left, seeing exactly what he was seeing.

Squall rushed to the doors as they slowly opened in reaction to his proximity. Vaan quickly followed after, alerting Squall to his presence once inside the dark atrium. Squall didn’t bother caring where he came from. He only cared if he could help him look for her.

Squall looked to the center of the room and saw a small light almost completely drowned out by the darkness. As he got closer to it the figure took a familiar shape... Trinitas unconscious, and the outline of her crystal heart giving off the faintest amount of light he’s ever seen.

“Trin!” He whispered surprisingly catching Vaan’s attention, but before Vaan could make his way over a shadow hovering near Trinitas’ body stopped him from advancing. “Uh, Squall, I don’t know if you should...” Vaan’s words trailed off when he observed the determined brunette getting closer anyway.

Squall ran to Trinitas but was blocked by a shadow slowly given form. She looked eerily like Trinitas...

This is not Trinitas.

This woman appeared slightly older than her, taller with her hair in a bun and eyes a murky viridian. A longer dress with long sleeves... And a T-shaped platinum looking scythe clutched in her left hand. She wore a menacing smile.

“Welcome to Vulneris.”

She raised her scythe faster than Squall could raise his gunblade and struck him away from Trinitas. Vaan ran to Squall’s side to see that he was livid.

“AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?!” Squall hastily clamored to his feet shouting at the facsimile of his friend.

“Viridi. And I’m waiting for the last little light in Trinitas to go out. That is to say, I’m waiting for the corruption to spread to the Curator of Vulneris who’s currently underneath the terminal.” The woman referring to herself as ‘Viridi’ saunters over to the console hidden in the darkness of the room. “How are you doing, Soci? I know you’re still there.” Viridi taps the metal covering under the enormous immaculate slate holding the keyboard.

“Burn in Ifrit’s Inferno!” A voice more similar to Trinitas’ screeched from behind the metal.

A fireball flew at the women from beside Squall. “I can do that for ya’!” Vaan playfully yelled as he offered another incendiary. The first blitz hit its target but she dodged the second one advancing towards Vaan in a frenzy. Squall took it upon himself to cast Lightning Shot as she passed him, drawing her in close just enough for a Fated Circle.

The more they fought Viridi, the more light found its way into the atrium. If they had to kill this bitch to make things right then that was fine by Squall. After all... That wasn’t his Trinitas.

Sometime during the battle, reinforcements found their way to the strange pocket dimension Vulneris. Viridi didn’t go down easy, she might’ve even been immortal like Trinitas but they didn’t take the time to find out.

Trinitas’ body was moved out of the way and under the console during the fight while Viridi was preoccupied fending off the Warrior of Light, Cecil, Terra, Vaan, and Tifa.

“Will she be okay?” Squall asked Yuna anxiously. “She seems to be tied to this place, the brightness of Vulneris somehow matching the light of Trinitas’ crystal heart. And it seems to work the other way around. I’m sure that once the light returns to Vulneris, Trinitas will wake up.” Yuna tried to comfort her worried comrade.

“Glad I didn’t have to be Miss Exposition for once. Everything you said is true. This world is tied to Trinitas’ mental state. Viridi gains more power with Trinitas’ every emotional wound or mental scar.” A voice from behind the console’s bottom half declared.

“And no, I’m not coming out until that intruder has been dealt with!” Soci’s muffled voice called to the two warriors talking beside the console.

“How do we defeat her?” Yuna asked the person on the other side.

“You don’t. Even if she wasn’t an original part of Vulneris, she’ll just come back in response to Trinitas’ mental duress. The most you can do is weaken her, drive her back into the dark and close the door.” Soci blandly stated.

And that’s what they chose to do.

Squall and Yuna ran off to join the fight, attempting to repel the incessant threat.

The jarring slam to a door shutting brought the combat to an end. Viridi was now locked behind closed doors for now, and the light was slowly restored to Vulneris.

Soci removed herself from a hatch beneath the console. “Thanks for that. Both for myself and Trinitas. Although... all of you should probably get yourselves and Trinitas out of here. I’m not really content having Trinitas so close to Viridi, even now. Perhaps I’ll see you all again in the future when I’ll be better able to explain the intricacies of this place.”

The woman was more similar to the darkly dressed Trinitas. Her hair has the same shade of dark brown but cut chin-length. Her eyes are grey-green. Her clothing was a greyish white dress of modest length with no sleeves. It matched her mild-mannered nature.

Squall picked up Trinitas, about to follow the others out when Soci stopped him. “Squall, please for the love of Shiva, please be extra careful with Trinitas. You hold her heart the closest, she trusts you and believes in you. Don’t make her think you don’t care... ever.” Soci solemnly finished her warning letting Squall leave with her charge.

Squall thought good and long about what Soci said to him holding Trinitas’ sleeping form tighter to himself. He began to feel a soft grasp on him. Squall’s eyes met Trinitas’ as they peered weakly at him.

“I’m sorry I ran off, that you had to come to my rescue, that I’m weak without you.” She ashamedly hung her head, tears gathering in her eyes.

Squall shook his head disapprovingly but smiling nonetheless. “I’m not upset with you. I’m proud that you had the courage to try to go it alone. Even if what I learned is that there’s no shame in relying on others. The way I rely on you... The way I can’t do this without you. I can’t make it alone, but I’m not. I have you. And even if I never see you again, I’ll still remember our time together and it’ll be enough for me.”

Before the affirmations could conclude a light hovered about them. Two silver crystals were enveloped in its radiance, one a cluster of silvery spikes, the other a replica silver crystal of the emblem found in Vulneris.

They finally found their crystals. They finally had the strength they needed to face the future, and all it really took... was one another.

The days that followed involved helping other Cosmos Warriors obtain their crystals, however it was required. There was a day of rest offered before the fight would be brought to Chaos’ doorstep. Everyone took the time to talk about battle strategy, their worlds, their dreams...

Trinitas recounted her journey from Insomnia to Altissia with Noctis Gladiolus Prompto and Ignis. The downright fearful attitude she had throughout the journey, how scared the people she met along the way made her feel. How she wished she’d enjoyed it more instead of spending time worrying about the future.

Despite the torment, it was rewarding to see how life carried on. Even when all hope seems lost... when life loses all it's color, flavor, texture, fragrance, melody... its very meaning. What do you do when you go numb from existence? How do you handle loss? You just keep finding something else to tether yourself to. She pushed others away, believing they were out to abuse her trust. That they wanted to get close to her for ulterior purposes. These people stuck their necks out for her. It didn’t matter what the reason was. They still worried more for her as an ally than an asset. It felt so rare to be treated like a regular person by strangers.

Strangers... Another thing she regretted. That she was only truly getting to know these people now.

The conversations continued from dawn ‘til dusk. When it was finally time to call it quits, Trinitas snuck out of Order’s Sanctuary to the Rift.

Once there she noted how the night sky looked identical to that one night she spent with Squall in the last cycle. A green and blue hue with no noticeable discrepancies.

“This familiar to you too?” The comforting baritone of Squall’s voice alerted her at first but still elicited a sense of tranquility.

“How did you know-”

“I followed you out of Order’s Sanctuary. It’s not safe to go wandering out by yourself. Immortal or not, I still get worried.” Squall kept his gaze on her’s as her eyes lit up.

“Well, that’s very sweet of you, Squall. It’s nice to know you care.” Trinitas beamed.

He made his way beside her sitting to her right like the night they spent together last time. “If you love someone, it’s only natural to care about them, right?” Squall coyly shrugged in response.

She was taken aback by that one little word... love.

“You love me?” Trinitas was stunned. “Wait, like a friend or something... more?”

In response Squall slowly drew his face closer to her’s, stopping just enough that her eyes became his center of vision. He held her head in his hands closing his eyes before finally saying what’s been on his mind lately. “I love you, Trinitas, And if I only get one chance to say it, I want that chance to be now.” He murmured in a humble tone.

While his eyes were closed, Trinitas grabbed his face and found herself entranced when his eyes opened again. “I love you too, Squall.”

A breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding finally escaped him in a sigh of relief. He smiled sweetly at her before planting a delicate kiss on her lips.

When he pulled away and began pressing smaller kisses to her face and neck, Trinitas giggled as she playfully shoved him away. Squall’s grin never faded.

He was content sharing this moment with her for what it was; A moment. And while he may be disappointed at the prospect of losing her, not having used the opportunity to tell her how he felt would’ve hurt him far more.

The duo made their way back to Order’s Sanctuary for the night. The next morning, they would be preparing to march into the Lands of Discord.

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