This Hit Me Like A Truck

this hit me like a truck

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Finished my finals today! Or yesterday, I mean. Ever get that weird feeling when you’ve bonded with your classmates even if it’s a few and now you’re like “I’m never seeing these people again” because that happened with my photography class and now I’m kinda sad. We had projects and for most of them we’d see little snip-bits of their life and hearing them talk about their loved ones or what they love to do, or simply just what they took pictures of was something I didn’t realize would make me feel for them personally.

It was a small class of maybe 16 or so and I knew most everyone by name so it was very intimate. It was an introduction to photography but you could see people progressing throughout the semester and some saying they’re now into photography.

Kind of a weird rant to go on, I know, but I wrote down my classmate’s names in hopes maybe I’ll have future classes with them. I only have two semesters to go before I graduate but it’s sad to think simply that, “I’ll never see these people again. I’ll never sit in a room with them again. And I’ll never see little pictures of their live’s again and it won’t matter to anyone but me probably”.

Such a strange thing to get attached to.

Batfam doing the water in mouth tortilla smack challenge oh my god I need it as a funny one shot

no other heart

one | two

pairing: Brennan Sorrengail x Reader

warning: angst, iron flame spoilers

summary: You were a distance wielder, the first after centuries since the previous one. Your lover's death devastated you but you've have always this inkling that he is alive, even after people told you it wasn't possible. As a distance wielder you can only teleport to places you've visited or stayed on. But what happens when, through your immense grief, you accidentally fell on top of a supposed dead Brennan Sorrengail in Aretia?

a/n: i got this idea from playing valorant LMAO i saw the omen teleport literally in front of me and i thought: omg what if? this is before violet and the other moved to aretia ENJOY i want to make this a one shot but i love leaving you guys on a cliffhanger so😚

p.s.: i take requests !

It has been nearly six years. Six years since you lost the love of your life. 

Being the first daughter of King Tauri, you hid your true identity from everyone except to those who already knew you—the Sorrengails. It was how you and Brennan got close and since you share the same year as him when you first entered the college, you've helped each other out. You've also changed your name to avoid suspicion and attention from the higher-ups. It went successfully, having survived third year and the wrath of you father who couldn't do anything at that point since you were bound to your dragon already. What is a mortal king to the Empyrean?

Your actions weren't of pure interest in the war college but a well-thought decision. The king was hiding the truth behind the so-called rebellion and it doesn't sit well with you as they brainwash the rest of the kingdom. Though, the whole experience of your college scared you but you persevered, with the support of you then lover, of course. 

It was your first year out of the college when the rebellion happened. Death and destruction reigned over Tyrrendor, it's once beautiful city was left to ruins and it crushed your heart. You were part of the operations department, having a rare signet made you valuable to the kingdom. It also meant you weren't part of the frontlines, having your power for infiltration purposes and not wanting to risk your death. Being the king's daughter has its benefits, you suppose. 

It was then, in the safety of the headquarters when you first heard of Brennan's death. 

Disbelief first took its grasp on you. It was like as if you were told that the sky is falling—you can't fathom it. A woman beside you started sobbing. The commanding general of Basgiath—Brennan's own mother. 

Then, tears fell from your eyes and it confused you at first. What. Why. Huh? Someone had pulled you into a hug, crying on your neck and you just stood there, still unable to believe that you lover had died.

Now, six years later, it still hasn't registered in your head that he's completely gone from the face of this earth. You just think of him being distant, just hidden from the world. You can still feel him within the grasps of your power, still feel his presence. 

Thought, it doesn't excuse you from shedding a tear or so from the longing and emptiness.

Ease your thoughts, my dear. You dragon, Ceileachan (Kay-la-kan), your dragon said through the bond. She must have noticed the distraught inside your mind.

I'm fine. It was Reunification Day, a celebration of the war against the Tyrrish Rebellion. But for you, it was a day to relive the horrors of that day.

As what tradition would have, you were required to head back in Basgiath and enjoy a night of bullshit party. You were never a big fan over it. To you, it seemed like a celebration of a loss of a loved one but you have responsibilities as a princess and a rider. You just planned to mingle for an hour or two and disappear to be alone.

Adjusting the black dress you had on, you stared at yourself on the mirror. The dress was simple: it had a square neckline that fell just below your collarbones. It's laced bodice was tight on your torso, showcasing the curves and the rest of the fabric pooled by your ankles. The back was open up until your tailbone, leaving any witness to there own imagination what goes beyond that.

Along that was the honorary cloak the army gives you, complete with rank, signet pin, and whatever achievement you have earned. You have your own fair share of pins on your cloak and it dangled on your chest as you draped it over your shoulders.

Heading down towards the courtyard in front of Basgiath where the party was happening, you met up with Mira.

"Looking good, Corporal," Mira smirked at you, hands hooking on your right arm.

"As always, Lieutenant," you replied, sharing the same smirk with her.

Being assigned on the same outpost, you and Mira had grown quite closer. Your relationship with her older brother was open to both of your families, a fact that they were delighted to accept.

"Where's little Violet?" You asked. You've learned to love the Sorrengail sisters as your own.

"I don't know, probably with her group of friends."

Your heart swelled at that. Making friends in the rider's quadrant was easy, it was keeping them alive hard. Yours was dwindling down by the numerous attacks from drifts but you know deep down that that was not the real threat.

"Ah, here they are," General Sorrengail greeted you upon your arrival at the courtyard. They too were dressed in their fancy dresses with their assigned cloaks.

Amongst their group was the infamous General Melgren and the King, your father. You curtsied to pay your respects and once back in a standing position, you smiled at the king, "Father."

A tight line befell on the king. He was still bitter at your outright decision to join the rider's quadrant, and something's telling you that he sees you as a threat. The thought only made you smile cunningly.

"It's lovely to see you out here, enjoying the celebration," you father quipped with a dangerous grin, "A remembrance of the battle we had won against rebels."

A well-calculated statement that was meant to irk you, but you held it in, as you have done for the past six years.

"Indeed, Your Majesty," General Melgren spoke, a reminder to everyone that you were in public and anyone could be listening to the both of you right now. Could she perhaps foresee this war between you and your father?

You know he blames you for the death of your younger sibling, Alic because he was allegedly 'influenced' by you. But in all honestly, Alic came on to that decision all on his own when he witnessed those creatures himself.

Both of you and the king were sending each other menacing glares, totally forgetting about the people around you when someone cleared up their throat.

"We're going to get refreshments," Mira said on your right. You almost forgot she was there with you, "If you'll excuse us."

There was a pause before the king gave you his permission before they too moved to entertain their acquaintances, business partners, and old friends.

The night stretched out into a boring and heavy one for you. It was today when you feel extra sad over Brennan. You've written him letters everyday for six months until Mira had begged you stop, and that wasn't healthy for you to keep on believing a lie.

The Sorrengail had accompanied you to the field where the Threshing usually happens. The cold wind nips at your skin as you sat on one of the fallen tree logs. A flask of rum was shared between the both of you, providing extra warmth that the cloak couldn't give.

"I know it's been six years but," you stared at the sky littered with stars. Brennan would've loved this, "But I still think he's alive."

"Y/N-"

"I can feel him, Mira," the tone in your voice rose, "He isn't gone. He is here—I know it."

"Y/N," Mira grabbed your shoulders, unaware that she had stepped in front of you while you were rambling earlier. Her eyes were sharp and hard, there was pain and anguish behind it, one that can't be painted to perfect imitation, "I know I've been patient with you for the past years and I understand, really understand that this is a truth that is hard to accept.

"But please," Mira's voice broke as tears pushed to fall from her eyes, "He's gone. He's never going back, okay?"

You just stared back at her with tears pouring from you eyes, ruining the makeup you had on. A big part inside you wants to scream that she's wrong, she's lying. But then, another part of you was also tired. Tired of hoping, of wishing that he was alive.

"You have to accept that. You have to fucking move on, Y/N. It hurts to see that you are refusing to move forward, refusing to accept your reality."

Words die in your mouth as you crumble in her arms, and for the first time since his death, you let grief to control you. It's talons gripping you by the throat and your sobs tore through the serenity of the night, as it echoed through the field, the wind carrying it across.

"I just miss him so much," you whispered between sobs.

"I know, Y/N. I know," Mira pulled away.

Eyes still wet with tears you rest your head between your hands that were supported by your knees. Your power was growing uncontrollable by the second. It's spilling out of you, threatening to break free and you don't know if Mira is safe to be around you.

"I'm heading back to check on Violet," Mira said, "Are you okay here?"

You simply nodded. You have no strength in you to speak and not wanting to accidentally channel your raging powers at her.

"Okay, I'll be at the dorms if you plan on staying here for a while. We have to fly back to Samara after this."

Her voice was soft and soothing, one that made you even more sentimental. She was such a dear friend and sister to you. Soon after, you heard footsteps slowly going away.

You've experienced grief before. When your mother died of an illness, you had locked yourself in your room for weeks. Refusing to come out even at the behest of your father, the king. It was as if time has stopped and you feel empty, only wanting to be in your mother's arms once more as she sings you lullabies. You had been 16 when she died. It was even harder for you to process it with all of these men in your family who thought it best to spend their grief in the sparring room or drowned in alcohol.

Right now, it felt the same. The very place you want to be in is in Brennan's arms, as he once used to whenever you had the chance. You juggle around on which room you'll sleep in (yours was most used because he loves randomly showing up for cuddles). The memory made you cry even harder as you wrapped your arms around you to alleviate the emptiness and the cold you're experiencing.

Suddenly, a rush of power flowed out of you, totally out of control and without a single thought you were teleported-

Right on top of a sleeping Brennan Sorrengail.

"What the fuck?"

Asked chat gpt to write a poem about regulus black and I- WHAT

In shadows deep, where whispers wane,

A tale of sorrow, of lost disdain.

Regulus Black, a name in gloom,

Haunted by shadows in the quiet room.

In the folds of darkness, secrets cling,

A heart ensnared by an unbroken ring.

A legacy of darkness, cruel and cold,

A story of a young soul, once bold.

A tapestry woven with secrets untold,

Regulus, the seeker of truths unfold.

In the caverns of anguish, a sacrifice made,

A choice embraced, in shadows he laid.

A crestfallen star in the inky abyss,

Regulus sought solace, a stolen bliss.

Echoes of his whispers, tortured and raw,

A son of the night, bound by a cruel law.

The serpent's mark upon his pale skin,

A burden heavy, a dance with sin.

In the cold embrace of the sinister night,

Regulus Black, a broken satellite.

Moonlit tears in the eyes of despair,

A wounded soul, burdened with care.

In the cosmic theater, a tragic play,

Regulus, the puppet in shades of gray.

In the cold embrace of the Black family name,

Regulus withers, a moth to the flame.

A star fallen from the celestial shore,

Lost in the shadows, forevermore.

Darkened corridors, a desolate heart,

Regulus Black, torn apart.

In the realms of sadness, a requiem's breath,

A tale of woe, a dance with death.

So here we stand, in the depths of night,

Regulus, the star, extinguished light.

A son of shadows, lost in the dark,

A symphony of sorrow, a melancholic spark.