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It's a good day for Vi, tiring but good. A new office opened up a few weeks ago and ever since, Vi's been on fire. She's always been proud of her parking spot, the best one in the lot, (yeah she fist-fought three different people for it, so what?) Her open window facing the front so they could see her getting busy. Lunch rush is amazing, it's chaos but it's amazing, the only thing that gets her blood pumping more is MMA. Vi loves it, the oil popping in her ears, the steam and the smell. And it's hers, no dashing across the kitchen because the Head Chef keeps the fucking sauce on the other side of the kitchen, no getting on her tip toes to reach the pans because everyone she works with is a giant apparently. It's her space and everything is arranged in a way that makes sense and she doesn't need to edge around Rhonda and risk getting into an argument, it's all hers.

Masterlist of Fics

This is a master list of all the fanfictions I've written.

a = angst  😭       d = dark 😈

f = fluff 🥰            h = humor 😆

s = smut 🔥

SUPERNATURAL

DEAN X READER

The Getaway - One-shot | Dean wants more than friends. You agree. Things don’t go according to plan. 😭

Mother's Intuition - Drabble | Mary is happy to see that she was right after she heard one of her sons calling you by a sweet nickname on the phone because she was convinced that something was going on between you two. 🥰

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

DAMON X READER

Mistletoe - Drabble | You and Damon decorate for the holidays. 🥰

If Being Hot Was a Crime - Drabble | Damon being his usual sassy self. 😆

DAMON X ELENA

Heart of Stone - Series | It was a love story between the boy who was drowning and the girl who helped him breathe again. 😈

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

ZUKO X KATARA

I guess that love wasn't enough | AU based on “Just A Dream” version here. 😭

Delicate – One-Shot | First Kiss AU. Set in 2018. Listen to “Delicate” by Taylor Swift

STRANGER THINGS

EDDIE X READER

What It's Like to Spend a Rainy Day with Eddie Munson - Drabble | An Imagine what it's to like to spend a rainy day with your paramour Eddie Munson. 🥰

The Slushie Incident - One-Shot | You and Eddie swear you were going to tell everyone you’re dating. The timing just hasn’t been right. They found out anyway, in the most embarrassing way. 😆🥰

Guilty As Sin – One-Shot | As the new girl in town, you’ve been warned to stay away from Eddie Munson, the school freak, but the fantasy of being with him consumes your thoughts until you can’t tell what’s real and what isn’t.

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Sharp Edges and Quick Quips – Drabble | You, Sam, and Bucky share tense, playful banter before a mission. 😆

"Welcome to the Todoroki Shouto Meeting, where we are all Todoroki Shouto's and we are all having a meeting," a Shouto wearing pajamas said. "My name is Book Shouto and class is in session. Sit down."

Everyone else in the room is quiet until a small boy raises his hand in question. Book Shouto sighed. "Yes, Soul Animal Shouto?"

The boy took his hand down to continue petting the green rabbit with wings in his lap. "If this is a meeting, why did you say 'class was in session'?" He asked, scratching behind the bunny's small antlers, much to the creatures pleasure.

A different Todoroki wearing casual clothes perked up, answering for Book Shouto. "It's a figure of speech," he said, a jug of orange and mango juice in hand. "Hitoshi and Izuku have been teaching me about more of the obscure ones. Mainly Izuku, Hitoshi just tells me the wrong meanings or phrasing to mess with me."

The Shouto wearing the UA's PE uniform cringed. "Can we not talk about Midoriya?" He muttered, pressing the palms of his hands into his eye sockets. "I would rather not think about the fact I just made out with All Might's secret love child right before the tournament rounds." Sport's Festival Shouto whimpered. "If it wasn't for that fucking skirt-"

An older Shouto wearing what seemed to be Grecian armor turned towards Sport Festival Shouto, glaring darkly. "Yes." He hissed, "I would also rather not talk about the love of my life who just died-"

The last Shouto in the room, dressed in a middle school uniform looked completely lost. "Who the fuck is Midoriya..?" He whispered, though apparently not quietly enough since almost every Todoroki in the room whipped their head towards him.

Soul Animal Shouto gasped. "That's a bad word!" He shouted, pointing at the teen. "Only Father and Touya-nii can say that word!"

Book Shouto ignored the toddler and looked at Middle School Shouto, aghast. "You don't know who Midoriya is?" He couldn't help but whimper out.

"Green hair and eyes? Covered in freckles? One of the literal love of our lives??" Juice Shouto asked desperately, seemingly trying to jog Middle School Shouto's memory

The middle schooler looked at him in bewilderment. "The guy from the pharmacy..?" He asked skeptically. "I met him once and sure he's cute, I don't really think he's 'love of my life' material-"

In the background, their resident toddler showed off his rabbit-deer-bird hybrid thing to both Sports Festival and Grecian Hero Shouto's.

"His name is Midori," the child said pointedly, "Touya-nii helped me find out what he was and he said that Midori was a 'Wul-per-tiner'"

Sport Festival Shouto squinted at the creature, "I think you mean 'Wolpertinger'," the teenager corrected, though he held up his hands in surrender when the toddler glared at him.

Grecian Hero Shouto held out his hands pointedly. "I would like to hold your pet." He said. "Please." Grecian Hero Shouto added on thoughtfully.

As the Soul Animal Shouto passed over the wolpertinger, Sports Festival Shouto watching on with interest, the trio decided to ignore the others screaming at each other in the background.

If your characters from different unrelated WIPs met each other, how would they react to one another ???

Wip…

🕷️🥘

Soon… (im not even half way done)

Done with What you need ch4, just need to edit.

I know there's probably nothing to be excited about but I hope you're excited.

restraining myself from asking about the bodyguard au because I asked about that the last time Sir aldred and the sticky bog monster?

So this one is pretty much an idea I had for my current fanfic i'm working on. Sir Aldred and Gretta were making their way to her castle, but Dwight surprises them both by showing up with the poop emoji boxers over his jeans. It completely confuses Sir Aldred. The chapter I'm working on just now Gretta mentions how she finds it funny how some of the heroes in the comics that Dwight reads wear their undergarments on the outside of their clothing and mentions how maybe it's used as a tactic to confuse the enemy. I wanted him to say something along the lines of "Well, I might not be a champion that uses brute force or is good with a sword but I have the next best thing" "You must be joking." He looks over at Gretta who shrugs her shoulders. "Alright, I'll humor you, What could you, a champion lacking proper skills with undergarments over your clothes possibly have?"

"Bear spray." He pulls out the bearspray and sprays him in the face, Sir aldred screams and Dwight collides into him, trying his best to knock him over the edge into the sticky bog but he's not strong enough since sir aldred is pure muscle. Sir aldred elbows Dwight in the back, knocking the wind out of him. Since sir aldred is in pain and has lost his sense of direction he grabs Dwight and tries to fling him not realizing he was on the edge already and they both go tumbling into the sticky bog. Gretta goes to rescue Dwight and that is when the sticky bog monster makes a return. Gretta grabs a rope from Dwight's bag and helps him up just in tim as the bog monster turns it's focus on Sir aldred since he's the closest target and he gets pulled under into the bog, hearing his screams until they are garbled and only a few bubbles erupt from the bog underneath.

"Ew." Dwight says looking back. That's all I have for now.

I'll give you a freebie for the bodyguard AU anyway. I had a scene in my head where someone comes into a nightclub getting set up for a party Gretta is setting up and starts shooting up the place. Dwight grabs her and flings her over the bar and they hide behind it. She of course is freaking out, screaming as it's the first time something like this has happened but she needs to stay quiet. so out of sheer panic Dwight kisses her to shut her up. The guy runs out of the club taking off in a car and the screeching of tires are heard as they are left behind in the place that's now shot up to hell and back. Now they have to deal with the aftermath of the supposed attempt on Gretta's life and the kiss they shared.

And then he was there. He looked at her with the same intense gaze she had always envisioned Icarus giving to the sun, soaring to new heights; It was too late for him. He was already falling, falling, falling into that deep blue with no hope of resurfacing. With a fierce and unwavering resolve, she was ready to share his fate as he had always been with hers, following closely behind.

Disa optional?

So my optional fic was made as a what if scenario. This is spoilers for end of season 5 btw... so fair warning

Thanks to some stories of reincarnation (Zelda / the fallen series) with the theory of going farther down the family tree, there could be doppelgangers (Think basically Katherine and Elena in vampire diaries).

What if Baldric hadn't needed to redo the champion spell? He was able to save Hexala (just in time I might add) and Lady Ermingaurd, Chlodwig, and Macklyn arrived to aid Gretta and the rest to defeat Ragana and Hammond. There wouldn't have been a reason for the queen to contact Dwight and the bat hieroglyph wouldn't exist. A thousand years later, Dwight is reeling from the loss of Gretta and the newfound family he'd acquired. He walks through the hallways of school quite sad and rather alone. That is until he rounds a corner and suddenly crashes into someone...

Papers were sent flying like bits of confetti, floating until they covered the floor all around him.

"Sorry about that! I should've been watching where I was going!" Dwight scrambled to grab the papers scattered everywhere around him. He collected them into a neat pile, tapping them onto the floor. Standing up, he turned around to face the person he'd crashed into. Raising his head from seeing the girl's black jeans, he froze, blinking quickly to make sure what he was seeing.

"Can I... have my papers back?" The girl in front of him awkwardly asked.

He couldn't be imagining things, could he? She had long, straightened, dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders to the middle of her back. She wore a pretty green sweater that brought out the green in her eyes behind a pair of thin, black-framed glasses.

She didn't have any braids in her hair, armor on, or a sword at her side but she looked so familiar...

I love Dwight and Gretta together so much that I decided against this, even though it still lives rent-free in my brain. Some ideas for it were WAY far fetched and added so much drama that they didn't work at ALL.

DISA Broken and Unused DISA... 2?

Ah the DISA broken fic....Ever have one of those days where you are just low and wish others could understand the feeling of the same low that you did? Welp, this is what came out in my writing. This part will be a bit long, but, ugh! The feels!

Dwight grabbed his sword and sheathed it in the scabbard on his belt “Come on, I’ll take you home.” He said, automatically. He was so used to escorting her back home. It wasn’t even just making sure she’d make it home safely, he wanted more time with her. He always wanted more time with her.

Gretta began to walk away from him before he could react. “No Sir Dwight, I will take my leave.”

“But, Gretta-” he argued. She turned towards him for a moment, an open palm out. It was a warning for him not to follow.

“I’ll be fine.” She said, trying to suppress the tears she felt coming on. “We will see each other in the morrow, will we not?”

Dwight could only nod his head a little, not knowing if that would honestly be the case.

“Good e’en Sir Dwight.” She said, turning and walking away quickly, hoping her tears would only betray her once she was out of sight.

Gretta pushed ever forward, not daring to look back. Her emotions spiralling between sadness and anger. She knew how she felt about him, but she knew they couldn’t keep being the way they had been. It would make things too dangerous once the real threats arrived at their doorstep.

As she entered the neighborhood, she looked at Dwight’s house up ahead and stopped. She worried in that moment of leaving him in the woods. She couldn’t stop herself from turning around to face from whence she came. It was getting dark, and he was nowhere to be seen following behind her. The emptiness she felt hit her like a tidal wave. He wasn’t there to hold her hand, intertwining with hers. All the special happy moments they shared since she had returned were more than likely at an end. Why would he bother spending any time with her now after what she'd done? She bent down with her hands on her knees, and breathed deeply as every breath since she left Dwight had been shallow. She turned and headed inside her home.

Baldric, and Hexala were looking over some books. Baldric barely got a word in before Gretta had rushed up the stairs.

“Welcome home yo-” Baldric started, and she was already out of sight, heading up to her chambers. Baldric quickly ran to the bottom of the steps “Princess, are you not well? Where is Sir Dwight?” He didn’t hear an answer, all he heard was her chamber door slam. He wasn’t used to dealing with situations like this with Gretta. He walked back over to the counter where Hexala watched Baldric, hoping he’d have an answer of what just happened. Baldric shrugged and looked at Hexala, wondering if it was best if she talked to Gretta. He was just about to open his mouth to ask when his phone started ringing.

“My beckoning instrument is ringing.” He noticed it was Dwight and flipped it open. “Yes sir Dwight?”

“Hey, uh, did... did Gretta make it home okay?” Dwight asked, not sounding much of his normal self.

“Uh, Yes she made it home safely. I had presumed you would’ve accompanied her?” There was a silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.

“She.. wouldn’t let me.” Dwight said weakly.

“Oh.” Baldric felt a bit helpless in the situation. “Well Sir Dw-”

“Can you just tell her I’ll see her tomorrow?” He asked quickly, hinting not wanting to talk any more.

“I will see to it personally Sir Dwight, good e’en.”

“Goodnight” Dwight said.

Baldric clapped his phone shut and gave out an exasperated sigh, joining Hexala at the counter.

“What happened?” Asked Hexala.

“Madam, all I know is I have now conversed with a very unhappy champion and the princess has flown to her quarters the moment she arrived. I am undone with these two.” Said Baldric, worried. “I thought I would be prepared for everything to help the princess through her life. No one prepared me for this scenario.”

“Maybe they just got into their first quarrel? Just let me whip up a spell for them. I could even do a love spell, it would make it so much easier. It won’t even cost a body part!” Hexala said. Baldric looked at her, slightly annoyed at the notion. He remembered what her enchantment and love spells were capable of.

“No, I can’t let you do that.” Baldric said.

Hexala pouted at him “You’re no fun.”

She noticed the worry in Baldric’s eyes, not knowing if it was for Gretta, Dwight, or both. She put her hand on Baldric’s for comfort as he sat there thinking of anything he could do to help. “Both of them have been through so much together. You and I know even at our age real love can be messy. They are just starting to feel all these different things from being only friends a short time ago. Those two are only just starting to see that, give them time. The most we can do if you don’t want any magic involved is to just help them through this.” Hexala said.

“I do not understand how I ever deserved you.” Said Baldric, holding Hexala’s hand and kissing it. Baldric was back in thoughts, he couldn’t help but worry about them both. Dwight had kept his word and not ever let them down before. He hoped now things would not change. Baldric didn’t want to admit it as much as he wanted to, but they had both changed each other’s lives for the better.

“Sir Dwight is her champion. He’s destined for great things at princess Gretta’s side. The Queen wouldn’t have entrusted me to have him awaken her again if that was not meant to be.” Baldric said.

“We know from returning that not everything may play out the same way it did before.” Hexala said.

“Are you saying fate may not side with them?” Baldric asked “I hope that is not the case.”

“Nor I.” Said Hexala “What shall we do?” Baldric put his hand on Hexala’s and tapped it gently and looked into her worried eyes.

“For now, hope my fair maiden. Hope there is a calm in the midst, or at least a calm for my nerves.”

Dwight was lost in thought as his feet carried him out of the forest. He had made a call to Baldric to be sure Gretta had made it home safely before he even departed from the forest clearing. He didn’t want to upset Gretta any further by catching up with her. He'd gone through so many emotions in their parting conversation. Dwight knew that eventually, he would have to set these feelings aside, he was still her champion. He still had to be there for her, he just didn’t know if that was what Gretta wanted, not anymore.

When he reached his front door, he unbuckled the sword fastened to his waist. He entered, hoping Nana was in her room. He felt a bit of relief hearing her in the kitchen. He put his scabbard down with the belt near the door sitting up. He attempted to sneak upstairs to be left alone. As he ascended the first step of the landing, the scabbard fell over with a clang.

“Dwight is that you?” Nana called out from the kitchen.

“Uh.. yeah Nana.” Said Dwight running upstairs. He was already dreading the next question she was going to ask.

“How was your d-” She said coming out of the kitchen, not seeing Dwight but hearing him quickly shuffle up the steps.

When he entered his room, he realized how much of a mistake he made going in. He was most likely better off anywhere but there. He sat on his bed a moment, surrounded by reminders almost as an onslaught. The scrying pool chart still on the easel, the stuffed tiger, the medal hanging up, a scrapbook Dwight was making of all their dates together.

He looked at the easel and he felt something bubble up to the surface, an emotion he rarely ever felt. As he balled up his fists he realized what it was, it was anger. He was normally good at channelling all the negative energy and using it instead for figuring out a fix for a problem. He couldn’t find a solution, not now, not when he felt completely helpless. The situation that got them to this point was the reset. He cursed Hammond, even though he was already gone. Because of him, Gretta had to go into the scrying pool and both of them had to start again. Everything had changed in that moment. Everything was happening differently and all that chaos did nothing but throw their growing relationship into more of it. The only good to come of it was that he made the choice himself this time to be her champion. Dwight grabbed a hold of one side of the big paper pad on the easel and pulled it down. The chart ripped as the pad and easel came tumbling down with a loud clatter. His anger dissipated quickly as if ripping the paper had vanquished the worst of foes. All that remained was the tears he started blinking away. He slumped and sat on his bed with his head in his hands.

Nana opened his door and saw him sitting there, staring at the floor where the easel was. “Honey, are you okay?” Nana asked walking over and sitting next to him on the bed. She put her hands on his shoulders and he looked at her. His eyes were glossy, as he wiped his face with his sleeve.

“I...don’t.. know.” Dwight said, putting his head on Nana’s shoulder. “I think me and Gretta broke up.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Nana asked.

“I just don’t get it, what I did wrong.” Dwight said. “How is it that I’m so happy when I’m with her? So happy and relieved I could tell her how I felt, but now a part of me feels so sad, all in the same day?” Dwight asked Nana, with a look that told her he wanted a legitimate answer.

“Oh Dwight honey, I think, that’s just a part of being in love with your best friend.” Nana said. Dwight gave out an exasperated sigh

“Being in love sucks.” said Dwight, letting a few tears fall from his cheek.

Nana wrapped an arm around him and rubbed his arm gently for comfort.

“I know things might seem like it’s at the worst, but it’s not. Just give it time for both of you. It might get better. Not everything has to happen right now.”

“She gave up on us so easily, after everything that’s happened between us. I hoped after all the time we’ve had together since she came back, it would mean something.”

“I’m sure it does Dwight. People deal with love in their own way. Not everyone wants to jump in head first like you have. She might be a princess, but she’s not like ones from the fairy tale books I used to read to you as a kid.”

“No, she really isn’t” Said Dwight sniffling. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

She had found the scrapbook that Dwight had started working on. As she flipped through the pictures, she realized it was to keep all the memories of their past dates originally. Somehow it seemed all wrong. It caused her stomach and heart to twist into knots. The romance was gone. The photo book had their fun at the carnival immortalized by raffle tickets and a picture he had printed out of them together on the Ferris wheel. She fell onto the page including the dance, which was what cut into her possibly the most. He had placed the pictures of them from the photo booth on it, save one, the one where they'd kissed. He was trying his best to hide all the memories of their once fleeting romance just so he could maybe salvage their friendship, and possibly heal some of his heartache. She couldn’t help but picture all the momentos he had in his room, thinking of them all gone and locked away somewhere just so they would be out of sight and out of mind. She flipped through the last pages, which contained movie tickets and dried flowers of the little ones he’d love to pick and place in her hair. At the back of the book there was an envelope in one of the holders with her name on it. A letter? She pulled it out and opened it, secretly hoping this wasn’t some sort of letter saying goodbye.

Gretta, I just want you to know that what happened the other day, it hasn’t changed my mind with anything I’ve said. I’m not going anywhere.

I know it might take a while before things might feel normal again between us. You might still not even want to talk to me anymore after this. I just wanted you to know that whether you feel the same way I do one day or not, I’ll be here. Because if i wasn't, what kind of best friend is that? What kind of champion is that?

Her eyes welled up with tears. After all she had put him through, he still couldn’t give up. He still wanted her in his life. She’d seen other knights flee for less. She dropped the note and before it even hit the floor, Gretta was outside heading to his house. She rang the door bell barely able to stand still. She didn’t know what she would do or say, but she needed to see him. She knocked on the door a few times and no answer. She tried to peer into the window, but it looked like there was no sign of anyone in. She turned around, and tried to calm herself. If she did see Dwight, what would he think of her looking in such a state at his door. She tried her best to wipe her tears away.

“Gretta?” She heard the voice she needed to hear. She looked up and noticed him coming up the sidewalk on his bike. He instantly stopped not far from her house. He dropped his bike not caring about the bike stand. He unfastened his helmet and let it drop to the ground. She ran to him, carrying too many emotions with her. She ran up to him and gave him a slap across the face, possibly harder than she had planned.

“Ow! What was that for?” He asked, rubbing his cheek in shock. He saw the tears well up in her eyes in that moment. He needed to do something. Instead of him moving, she closed the distance between them quicker than he could react and put her head against him.

“You selfless, stupid, poop nutty!” She said beating on his chest calling him all the names she could think of. All of her frustration she had with herself was coming out in that instant. Dwight didn’t stop her, he just took it in stride not caring of the bruises that would likely appear later. He put his arms around her and tightened his embrace.

“It’s okay Gretta. It’s okay.” He said, gently running his hands through her hair. Her hits became weaker and weaker until they stopped and she wept into his shoulder. “I’m here.” He held her tightly as her arms wrapped around him. Neither of them letting go until Gretta’s sobbing had slowed. Dwight held her tightly and slowly swayed her to help soothe her. When everything stopped he held onto her for a few moments more just to make sure everything had eased.

“Are you better now?” He asked her. He felt her head nod yes against him. He put his hands on her shoulders to pull her from the embrace. It wasn’t that he wanted to release her from their hug, he just wanted to see her to make sure she was okay.

“Gretta I’m so sorry.” He said. “I never meant for this to happen.”

“I know.” Gretta said. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Can I have my best friend back? I miss her.” Dwight said, trying his hardest to stop the lump in his throat forming. “So much.”

“As long as it means I can have mine back too.” She said, trying not to start crying again.

Unused DISA 2 is mostly a jumble of different things but this is a part i hope to either rephrase or use in something.

He was someone who had found a way into her heart and was breaking down her walls within. She waited for the warnings, the same ones that used to practically shout at her only a short while ago, that being this close to her knight would be dangerous. But as their kiss deepened, she knew that if they were there at all, they were now only a faint whisper. She had already ignored the warnings for far too long. It was too late for her. If she was meant to perish by his side, then so be it.

DISA love confession and DiSA final battle please

So the love confession one you might've read before? but i've also changed a few words here and there to fit better? i'm still trying to work out the kinks in it honestly. The scene was going to be where they had just returned from a date out with Dwight wearing medieval clothing he made himself (with the help of Nana and Juliet--who helped with costume designs from time to time on school plays). It was kind of an even trade-off since Gretta had worn present-day clothing on a date of theirs earlier. Dwight and Gretta are together at this point, but he's still struggling with trying to find that perfect moment to tell Gretta that he's truly in love with her.

"I thought you'd like my attempt at being a bit more medieval."  

“I do. Though It’s led me to wonder how you would have fared back in my time.”  

“I don’t know. I mean, if you can handle being here in mine, maybe, I would’ve made out okay in yours.”   

“Well, we didn’t have much in the way of luxuries back then that you have here. There were no beckoning devices, making of selfmes, dates at bowling alleys, or the YouTube for entertainment."  She snickered fondly, plopping herself down next to him.

“I’m sure with some help from you and the others I would’ve… adjusted.” Behind his smile, a hint of sadness appeared in his deep brown eyes. “But I guess there are some things we’ll just never know.” A dull ache threatened to form in his chest. It always happened when he thought of the scrying pool. That small circle of water was the only force powerful enough to tear him and Gretta asunder. He never wanted to admit that what hurt the most was after fate had brought them together--that after everything, he was being told he had to stay behind; He didn’t belong where she was going.

“It doesn’t matter now anyway.” He spoke softly as if to reassure himself. “You’re here now.”   

“It matters to me.” She said, placing her hand in his. “You were willing to follow us through a scrying pool."

“Yeah, I–I was.” "You were willing to leave behind everything you knew. Your home, your friends, your family, for us." His grip on her hand tightened. "And when you found you could not follow, you chose to remember us, in spite of knowing it would've been easier to forget." "Call it a negative side effect I was willing to take."

She hadn’t asked the question, but he could see it plain as day on her face, the same sadness she’d attempted to stow away at the carnival. Sage eyes, deep with wonder and tears, begging to pool at the edges. Why choose that over a normal life? 

He didn’t know if he could ever express how much she truly meant to him--how much she had irrevocably changed his life. When Gretta and the rest of her family disappeared through the scrying pool, the world had forgotten about them ever being there and continued around him. He was surrounded by other classmates and friends, but none of them could’ve ever replaced the princess. All he found as he made his way through school hallways and classrooms was a loneliness he'd never known to exist--until he’d lost his best friend.

The awful, bitter taste of finality hung in the air and lingered on his tongue. There was no more time for them to go on any more crazy adventures together. There were no more possibilities for his romantic hopes, for them to share a first kiss, or for him to tell her the three words he should've said sooner. After feeling that loss, that heartbreak, that ache… he never wanted to go through that again--not when by some miracle, fate, or both, she was brought back to him. They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, but how could anyone possibly understand what a distance of a thousand years could do? 

"The only reason I needed was you." Interlacing their hands, he started to caress hers with his thumb.

"Every time we've had to face your enemies, every adventure we've been on, every decision I've had to make, whether it was involving some crazy plan, waking you up, or what memories to keep, I chose you." Leaning forward, he closed his eyes, pressing his forehead gently against hers. "I'm always going to choose you, Gretta." His heart quickened at the next three words to escape his lips. "I love you."

As for the final battle scenes, it's more of ideas on where i want the story to go. There's a proper fight with Sir Aldred near the immortal flame I had planned, but there's also a whole rescue part I had planned for Gretta thanks to Ragana. I might put both in depending on how i want the story to go as I'm starting to like both honestly...

Sir Aldred fight snippet: Suddenly, Dwight felt his feet leave the ground. For a brief moment, he was flying But the sensation was quickly replaced by a sickening thud as he slammed into something, hard. Pain shot through his body as he landed, knocking the wind out of him. He was sure If he hadn't broken any ribs, they were most likely bruised.

"Dwight!" Gretta yelled.

She watched Dwight as he groaned and sat up. Her eyes widened with his and he looked frantically around him, realizing he didn't have the bottle of water in his hand anymore.

"Looking for this?" Sir Aldred asked, twisting the cap open. "Thanks for the water, I was rather parched." He chugged the water down in a few gulps. "You know, you've really become a real pain in my side," he said, crushing the bottle in his hand and throwing it somewhere behind him.

"The feeling is mutual, dude." Dwight said, holding his side, standing up.

Gretta angrily drew her sword. Sir Aldred parried her incoming attack, knocking her sword from her hands. He aimed his sword squarely at Gretta as he walked over and kicked her sword across the room.

Ragana snippet:

"Release the Princess at once!" demanded Chlodwig.

"With pleasure!" The sword came down onto the strong vines, slicing through the only thing keeping Gretta suspended above the wide well-turned-drowning pit. A shrill shriek escaped her as she fell, only giving her enough time to inhale one deep breath before she broke through the water below.

"Gretta!" Dwight yelled, jumping up onto the stones, almost losing his balance. "Whoooaaa." He looked down into the well, only seeing darkness. He didn't know where the water level was or how deep. The only thing he did know is he was going wherever she did.

"Get them!" Ragana shouted, coughing with her aching lungs. There was a fierce yell heard in the distance. A band of ten men with angry, purple, glowing eyes and varying builds were headed in their direction.

"What are you waiting for?!" shouted Chlodwig to Dwight.

"I can't see anything down there!" he shouted back. If there was even a slim chance of saving her, he would have to find her first. He swung his backpack around to his front on one shoulder and pulled out a flare and his flashlight. One of the men was heading towards Dwight at the edge. Chlodwig clashed against the man's sword with his own. He nodded to Dwight, watching him set the flare alight. Dwight looked away from the blaze before dropping it into the darkness. It lit the way, traveling down down down.

"Save your princess champion boy! We shall handle these nemici Ahaha!" Jacopo shouted over his shoulder, throwing daggers, and sticking two of the men to a wall.

Dwight took a few deep breaths and jumped, his body meeting water seconds later. The water was murky and dark, he could barely see his own hand in front of his face. He turned on the flashlight, seeing algae clinging to some of the walls in front of him. Looking down, he quickly found Gretta. When he reached her, her eyes were looking past him, wide with panic. He followed her eyes and wish he hadn't. There were bones, a lot of bones. The only evidence of the bones ever being people were the few skeletons still in armor sitting against the walls. A maniacal bony grin was permanently on their faces, welcoming all who fell into the drowning pit to join them. A few bubbles floated past him, seeing Gretta struggling.

Dwight did the only thing he could, he pulled her to him, securing his lips over hers and gave her air from his own lungs. He pushed his feet from the bone covered floor to reach back up to the surface. It was probably double the depth of the deep end of a community pool. Reaching the surface he gasped for air, chest burning from the lack of oxygen. One deep breath, two deep breaths, three... and he was swimming back down towards Gretta, hoping those breaths would be enough to get back to her in time.

made a random mood board for chapter 17 of my fic I've been working on....

Ugh to make a disa future Dwight as a dad ficlet for fathers day coming up or not....

Okay, So I really need to work more on the chapter i'm supposed to be getting out, but the inspiration to work and flush out more of the love confession chapter has really been kicking my butt. So here's some more of it flushed out:

"You would have left behind everything you knew. Your home, your friends, your family, for us." She hadn’t asked the question, but it hung unmistakably heavy in the air. Sage eyes, deep with wonder, with tears, begging to pool at the edges. 

Why choose that over a normal life?

He didn’t know if he could ever express how much she truly meant to him, how much she had irrevocably changed his life. Not only had he found a best friend and someone he cared deeply for, but through her, he also gained a family in the others.

And then, in an instant, it was all gone when Gretta and the rest of her family went through the scrying pool. The world forgot about them ever being there and continued around him. He was surrounded by other classmates and friends, but making his way through school and places around Woodside, all he found was a loneliness he never knew existed.

When he thought of the house they were in now being completely empty, he realized what that void in his chest he’d felt in Woodside High’s maintenance room really was. Because of them, his heart experienced so much and had become so full. And when they were gone, a part of that heart had broken away and disappeared with them.

There were no more magic spells, adventures, or even guy club meetings. There were no more opportunities for his romantic hopes with Gretta, to share a first real kiss, or to tell her the three words he wanted to until it was already too late. 

After feeling that loss, that heartbreak, that ache — he never wanted to go through that again. Not when she was brought back to him by some miracle, by fate, or both. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but how could anyone possibly understand what a distance of a thousand years could do?

"The only reason I needed was you.” He moved Gretta’s hand where he could put his hand in hers. “I didn’t care that it would’ve been before the champion spell. You already had me til’ the end.” His fingers glided between hers to interlock their fingers, caressing her hand with his thumb. “I knew what I was signing up for, whether that meant breaking the champion spell again, making up a crazy plan to stop some enemy of yours, or deciding what memories I kept. Whatever happened, I would’ve chosen you.” He gave out a heavy breath before his eyes met hers again. “I'm always going to choose you, Gretta." Leaning forward, he closed his eyes, pressing his forehead gently against hers. His heart quickened at the next three words to escape. "I love you." It was spoken closer to a whisper but the three words echoed in his chest, like Dwight had shouted them from a mountain top with his arms outstretched.

Time seemed to stand still, and so did Dwight. All it took was for his heart to momentarily take control and the words went out of him into the ether like someone had given him a truthberry. He felt her fingers pull while tangled with his, causing nothing but panic to start sinking in. Suddenly, her hand sat warmly against his cheek. The sensation was electric, grounding him in the moment moving in slow motion. Their breaths intermingled and their noses tenderly brushed against each other before their lips met, soft and tentative. A slow drag of kisses, savoring every tick of the large grandfather clock in the entranceway, unhurried and unapologetic. Small caresses with Gretta’s hand made their way down his neck and shoulder, finding harbor against his chest. He held her hand there, hoping she understood just how much his heart beat for her. She didn’t need to say it back, not this time. It was enough to ease the heavy weight in his chest every time he stopped himself thinking it was too soon, too fast. When they parted, Dwight opened his eyes and found a gentle warmth in the sparkling depths of hers. Her cheeks held a delicate blush, and a smile played upon her lips.

"Would you… like to see my chamber?" 

Dwight’s eyes widened and blinked, taken aback at the invitation. He quickly recovered with a quirked-up smile and nodded. “Sure, lead the way.” Her smile widened and instantly she was up on her feet, taking his hand to pull him up the stairs. 

“Gretta, are you sure this is okay?” Dwight asked looking around the upstairs hallway as they stood in front of the Princess’s closed bedroom door. 

“With all the times I have been in yours, I know I can trust you enough to allow you in mine, Sir Dwight.”

“I know. What I mean is, this isn’t breaking any rules, right? I don’t want Baldric and Hexala coming in and turning me into some vegetable.”

“If it’s any consolation, I believe you would look rather charming as a parsnip.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” he asked bemused, as her door was opened and he was pulled into her room by the collar of his shirt.

Rambles?

okay there are a lot of rambles here but here is one at the top of the page:

He stopped and waited, eyes taking her in and her heart fluttered in her chest. Because she understood completely why all the second guesses, all the waiting for her reactions.

He’d always left everything up to her.  Now that we have our memories back, you might remember a conversation we had... In a toilet stall… um, Or... maybe you don’t remember…  She could’ve told him she had forgotten or it was silly and he would’ve laughed it off, gone back to things as normal. Without any hesitation or question because everything they’d done--- everything they were still doing--- it was all up to her. Power always came with being a Princess, but it was a completely different sensation behind your ribs when you held something like this boy's heart.

DISA Final Battle??!!

So I have only added a few lines from the last time I posted this. this is the part I've had for Sir Aldred. I've also added parts to the face-off against Ragana. so someone can ask for those if they feel so inclined because I am still struggling with what I wanna do with big bads:

Suddenly, Dwight felt his feet leave the ground. For a brief moment, he was flying But the sensation was quickly replaced by a sickening thud as he slammed into something, hard. Pain shot through his body as he landed, knocking the wind out of him. He was sure If he hadn’t broken any ribs, they were most likely bruised.

“Dwight!” Gretta yelled.

She watched Dwight as he groaned and sat up. Her eyes widened with his and he looked frantically around him, realizing he didn’t have the bottle of water in his hand anymore.

“Looking for this?” Sir Aldred asked, twisting the cap open. “Thanks for the water, I was rather parched.” He chugged the water down in a few gulps. “You know, you’ve really become a real pain in my side,” he said, crushing the bottle in his hand and throwing it somewhere behind him.

“The feeling is mutual, dude.” Dwight said, holding his side, standing up.

Gretta angrily drew her sword. Sir Aldred parried her incoming attack, knocking her sword from her hands. He aimed his sword squarely at Gretta as he walked over and kicked her sword across the room.

"I really tire of turning people into animals when they are this persistent." Sir Aldred spoke aloud, his blade moving in a slow circle towards the two. "I'm sure neither of you know how it feels to not only be trapped in a sticky bog, but to have a sticky bog monster eat you," Sir aldred put up two fingers. "Twice." "Ew." Dwight commented.

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Here's the latest! Astarion has discovered the wonders of a polaroid camera!

I'll have a name for this fic soon, I've been tossing some ideas around!

We are T-MINUS three chapters from posting BABY! So excited!

Once enough time passes she tentatively reaches under the pillow and retrieves the photos. They’re picture-side down, and she meets his eyes. “Shall we?” She asks and he nods back, waiting anxiously before turning them over. At first all he sees is how dark they are, but as he examines them more carefully he sees pants, a white top stark against the background. His eyes move up and there’s a neck, hands and arms, and his face. It’s a shock at first- stark and pale, sharp and angled. There are things he sees that he could scarcely remember, and others he thought he knew the shape of only to now be proven wrong. His hair looks perfectly in place, just as he’d imagined it to, and his eyes are a gruesome blood red. “Wow,” Ofelia murmurs, looking awestruck. She traces his face in the picture with her finger, looking back up at him and he stares back wide eyed. “Surprised?” He nods, taking the picture from her gently as he continues to look at it. Her chuckle is kind and warm and a few minutes pass until he meets her eyes. “Can I keep it?” Her smile grows and she nods, patting his hand.

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Sunday (Monday) Snippet

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No Branded Blood update until next week so here's something to tide you over:

“Yes,” Flare nodded. “I can try for you…” She leaned forward and Astarion held his breath, holding himself perfectly still as she leaned her forehead against his. He shut his eyes, losing himself in her heartbeat, in her warmth seeping into his crown. He listened to her breathing slowly. Astarion wanted to kiss her, to savor her as he’d been unable to that very first time when she had pulled him down to her desperately. He sighed with relief when Flare finally sat back up, both grateful and regretful at the loss of temptation.

Astarion stood up and stepped back, his head swimming and tail wagging frantically behind him. Why had she done that? Flare wiped at her face, her eyes still bright but no longer overflowing. He wanted to kiss her eyelids, kiss all over her face and then down to nibble at her throat. He ought to hunt, burn off the desire with bloodlust, but he didn’t want to leave her alone. Astarion’s eyes finally caught his book and he grabbed it.

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It's still Wednesday for me, so I'm going to bother you all with my WIP and see if you'd like to participate ❤️

Behold:

“The Tears,” She lifts a brow, still skeptical, and he meets her eyes. “Legend goes that some kind of weapon struck Selune and blew pieces off her face, becoming her tears… many peoples inhabit some of the larger ones.” Ofelia stares up at them in awe, taken aback as she tries to understand the kind of might something that strong would have had to possess to do that back home. It’s a little nerve-wracking, but the beauty of the result dances eerily through the night sky, bewitching and divine.

“Selune… you just call the moon that?” Astarion nods, shrugging.

“You don’t?” Ofelia shakes her head.

“It’s just ‘the moon’, kind of pretentious since other planets have moons in our solar system, but only ours gets that honor. Still.. Mētztli, Luna, Artemis… we have lots of names for her.” Astarion regards her silently before speaking again.

“So she’s worshiped among your kind as well?” Ofelia smiles softly, shifting from foot to foot.

“In some places, still. But many of us are let's say… of a more scientific mind. I’m part of those people. It’s just a big rock to me, a pretty one, but still- just a rock.” Astarion simpers quietly, gaze thoughtful.

“You and I have that in common. I never really gave much stock to the gods. They don’t come when you call, anyway.” Ofelia nods, face stern.

“No, they do not.”

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Someone finally snaps.

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this is what happens to dca fic writers

wip for the phantom hall au! having fun writing ghostly banter ^^

melli’s reaction to the twins’ approach was nothing short of a wheeze, the ghostly warden turning to his companion leaning against the base of the display case. half sprawled out across the top of the glass, he rolled flat on his stomach, peering over the top to look at nobori with a smug look.

“ never knew you got any action back then, old man. those two are practically your spitting image. ”

“ i do not have any descendants, melli, if that is what you are accusing me of. ”

“ no descendants my ass. what’s the likelihood of someone else having your little knife hair and everything, huh? they’ve even got your hat! well, one of them does at least. twins…didn’t you always talk about having a twin brother? ever remember his name? ”

“ his name was- ”

“ emmet, we do not need to redesign our uniforms. they’re fine. ”

“ but it is the same hat and coat! i will not stand for this! ”

nobori seemed to almost click to attention as the two begun to volley back and forth in conversation, earning another snort of contempt from the purple haired man lying on top of the case at his quick distraction.

nobori had been spacey in life, sure, but by almighty sinnoh he was worse in death. snapping his fingers a few times above the silver haired man’s head, melli’s expression resembled that of a grimace. ( or perhaps closer to a pout. ) at the noise, nobori seemed even less focused on what he had to say, getting up from his spot on the floor.

“ hey! i was asking you something, why bother pay attention to their gibberish you- ”

“ sh. could you do that again? ”

“ do what again? ”

“ snapping your fingers. i need to make sure i saw that correctly. ”

brows furrowed, melli responded with an emphasized sigh, rolling his eyes, before sitting up.

“ fine, fine. ”

holding one hand up, he begun snapping his fingers again, glaring over to nobori with annoyance practically plastered onto his face.

“ what exactly is the point of this? ”

“ just look at their faces. watch. ”

the two men standing in front of the case seemed to carry on with their conversation for a bit. not even paying a glance over. the smiley one; ‘emmet’, if he had heard his name right, had continued talking without a care.

the frowning one, who’s name eluded both wardens, seemed rather intent on listening, but for a few moments, his gaze seemed to just

shift as to where melli was sitting

before quickly looking away.

the two ghosts sat stunned in silence, before melli threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.

“ SO HE CAN HEAR US!? ”

“ hear us? yes. understand us? likely not. ”

“ and why is that, since you’re apparently a paranormal expert now? ”

craning his head to look at nobori, melli responded with a cross armed gesture, still lying on top of the glass display case with a scowl.

“ they’re speaking galarian, melli. whether he can hear us or not, we sound like gibberish. ”

“ oh, great. first person to acknowledge us in three centuries, and he doesn’t even UNDERSTAND us. ”

“ …you do know i speak galarian, corre-”

“ oh, so NOW you bring that up!? ”

“ i thought you knew that already. that, and the fact i would have told you had you not interrupted me. ”

brows furrowed, nobori cleared his throat, cupping one hand by his mouth.

“ hello? the young man with the black hat? can you hear us over here? ”

clearly he did; the man sharply turned himself towards their direction and away from who they presumed to be his brother, squinting at the wall before shaking his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, and beginning to trod off, seemingly to ‘emmet’s’ surprise.

the pair’s expressions seemed to hold a mild sense of triumph, before quickly melting into that of a collective franticness as the man begun to walk away. they weren’t loosing this opportunity, not now.

“ ingo? where are you going? it is not wise to become uncoupled on unfamiliar tracks- ingo! ”

‘emmet’ seemed to quickly jog after him alongside a black haired woman, leaving the space in front of the case empty once again.

melli quickly scrabbled up to a more sitting position, almost considering hopping down from the case. but that didn’t really matter. wasn’t like they could leave, anyways. they had tried that a few times over; it was like they were in their own glass case.

rather, his gaze shifted to nobori, wildly so, quickly attempting to snap the other back to attention. sauntering off the case, he shook the other warden by the shoulders, snapping his fingers again.

( while he wasn’t facing ‘ingo’ now, the man had stopped once again, staring intently at the case for the source of the noise. )

“ shit, shit, he’s leaving- call at him again! ingo- that’s what the other guy called him! yell that at him, why don’t you! ”

“ alright, alright, no need to shout at me- ingo! may i ask you return over here! we are requesting your assistance! ”

melli’s expression shifted from desperation to absolute panic and bewilderment as nobori begun stepping forward, shrugging him off and moving as if he was trying to follow the man.

they had tried that a few times since they had been stuck here for…sinnoh knows how long. always ended horribly. melli dove to drag the other back by the collar of his jacket, but his hand missed and he fell over entirely, hat falling over his face.

with an exasperated shout, he lifted the brim from over his eyes, jaw falling slack once he realized nobori had, in fact, somehow made it a few steps further from the case, still shouting out with that booming voice of his with his hands cupped by his mouth.

“ …nobori. ”

“ melli, i am attempting to concentrate here, could you please- ”

“ nobori look at where the hell you’re standing you absolute fool! ”

the man paused, tense. slowly turning around, nobori seemed to realize what he had done, silver eyes flitting between where melli was propping himself up back to a standing position, and his own shoes.

( that of which he could see the floor through; ghosts weren’t completely tangible, anyway. )