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I'm sad...

Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you.

Iain Thomas

Finally getting into typing up the Frisk imagine sequel…even though the first one does NOT have too many likes…but I’ll type it up anyway! And I originally created this a day BEFORE my birthday last year sooo…yeah…

You And Feresk Go On This Mission…But You Almost Risked Your Life!

(Part 2 of the Feresk Tassat Imagine!)

(Feresk Tassat X Fem Reader)

(STAR WARS: SQUADRONS!)

(KINDA LONG)

Rating: PG for…brief violence and fluff!

Your mission was the most dangerous one yet. And it happened to be on your birthday. But once that day came, you had gotten your birthday wishes from the Vanguard Squadron and from Lindon himself. But he told you the festivities will have to be later. Just after the briefing ended, you see Lindon was gesturing towards you, wanting for you to come talk to him. You look over to Feresk standing next to you, his brows furrowing in concern, but you told him you’ll meet up with him in the hangar. As he left, you walk over to Lindon as he gave you a pained smile.

“I’m pretty sure you know who we’re dealing with?”, You gave a nod, sighing slightly. “Yeah…my day is totally ruined…”, Lindon shook his head. “I wouldn’t say that…like I said before, we’ll celebrate once this mission is over…do you know what fighter you’ll be taking?”, “My X-Wing as usual…”, “Good…you should get a move on then…be careful out there…”, You gave a firm nod to him as you left out of there and to the hangar. You see your X-Wing already getting prepared by the mechanics…right next to yours is Frisk’s bomber X-Wing. You walk over to him, seeing he was lost in thought. You softly hit his shoulder as he turned around to notice you. He smiles his toothy smile as you smile back. “Hey! You okay there!”, Frisk nods slightly, looking to the floor.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m just worried about somethin’…”, You furrow your eyebrows at this as you step closer to him, seeing his toothy smile fade away. “Alright, what is it?”, Frisk only looks at you, his eyes having a look of dread. It almost looked like he didn’t want to tell you. He was about to speak when someone had calledout, “Alright people! Let’s move out!”, You could only sigh at this as you quickly wrap your arms around Frisk’s neck as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, embracing you back. “I’ll be fine, okay? This’ll be over before you know it…”,

You tell him that after releasing him, seeing Frisk smirking at your words. You smirk back as you make your way over to your X-Wing, climbing in and flipping on some switches, preparing for takeoff. Pulling on the throttle, you and Vanguard squadron were up and out of the hangar, making your way to your hyperspace jump position. Once after traveling for some time through hyperspace, after you got out, you see you were at this dismal looking part of the galaxy, as one of your squad mates came onto the comm…it was Gunny. “Alright squad, do we all know the plan?”, There was a moment of silence.

“Yeah, but no sign of the Empire rebels anywhere…”, Grace had spoken through. “Oh, they’ll come soon enough…just need to blow up that abandoned station and they’ll come a runnin’…”, “Well, friendly reminder, a planet is nearby…we don’t wanna get caught in a whirlwind…”, You say that into your comm, hearing Frisk growl in response. “She’s got a point, the planet looks deserted, and a storm is brewin’ up down there…gotta be careful…”, Your stomach formed butterflies when he said those words for some reason. “Which is why we need to get this over with…let’s go Vanguard!”, You can see Gunny take the lead in flight towards the station as the rest you and your mates follow as well.

Using the X-Wing blasters, you shoot up the station, making space debris fly everywhere. “I think we did it!”, You hear Keo say that through the comms. It was only for a moment when out of nowhere, those Empire rebels came out of hiding, and overwhelmed you and the squad with their fire power. “Where’d they all come from?!”, You yelp into the comm as you try to maneuver about them, trying to get a target. You were able to take a few out as your comm fizzled on. “They were probably waiting for us…use what you’ve got!”, You heard Grace say those words as you take a breath.

This was probably the first wave as you take out a few more, all without knowing of an Empire Frigate had just come out of hyperspace. You only took one look to see they fired a missile. And it was coming right at you! “Get out of fire!”, “It’s gonna hit her!”, “Watch out!”, All these warnings were coming from your wing mates. You pushed on your throttle to get out of the way, but not fast enough—the missile was aiming for one of your turbo engines. It made impact, sending your X-Wing into a daze, spinning out of control. You were too dizzy to call for help through the comms as all you could do was endure.

You realized your X-Wing is spinning towards that planet you mentioned out earlier, seeing you were getting closer and closer by the second. Just as you passed through the atmosphere, you reach for the eject button as the roof of the X-Wing gives way, sending your seat jolting out of the cockpit. A parachute comes out of the chair, making the speed of your free fall become much slower. All you can do was watch as you see your X-Wing hit the ground with an explosion. Your comms makes a crackling noise as it sparks back to life. “Y/n? You there? It’s Frisk, I’m comin’ to get yah!”, “Alright…”, You could only get that word out as you landed safely onto the sandy ground. You disconnect yourself from the chair, kneeling onto that sandy ground as you try to catch your breath.

It was for a moment when you hear slight rumbling in the distance. It grew louder as you look to see a familiar Bomber class X-Wing fly across the sky. It was Frisk! You quickly stand to your feet as you start walking, watching as Frisk makes a landing ahead of you. You were closer to see Frisk hopping out and jogging towards you. “Feresk! I’m okay!”, You tell him, seeing him come up to hug on you. You wrap your arms around his neck to embrace him back,, feeling his heart was racing. It slowed down some though as he released you, resting his forehead against yours. ”Thought I lost yah back there…”, You hear Frisk mutter that as you both lift your heads to look at each other, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Yeah…this birthday is somethin’ else…”, Frisk chuckles at what you say as he leans in to lick your cheek in affection, feeling your heart flutter as you smile. You lean in to return the gesture, kissing his scaly skin as you hug on him again. Once releasing, you see Frisk point behind him. “C’mon! I’m here to take you back…Lindon wants to know if you’re okay…”, You furrow your brows in slight confusion as you take a glance at his X-Wing. “But it only fits one pilot…”, Frisk smirks slightly as he places his three taloned fingers onto his hip. “Not unless you’re sitting in my lap…”, He growls slightly afterwards, making your face feel like it’s on fire as you roll your eyes. You watch as Frisk climbs his way back into his X-Wing as you climb in after, plopping yourself onto his lap.

You see him flip some switches as the roof of the X-Wing closes. “Hang on!”, His arms slip under yours as he grabs the joysticks, feeling yourselves lift up off the ground. Frisk maneuvers his X-Wing into the atmosphere, flipping on more switches, preparing to go into hyperspace. Once traveling and getting out, you could see the hovering freighter base up ahead. “Is everyone okay?”, You ask Frisk, feeling him jump slightly at the sound of your voice. You smirk to yourself in reaction. “Yeah! Everyone’s alright…”, You can’t help but sigh a relief as Frisk makes a landing in the hangar pad. Just as the roof opens up, you quickly climb out to see the Vanguard squad standing off to the side with Lindon waiting alongside them.

You gotten your birthday wishes and hugs from them again as Lindon praised for your bravery. You still had to talk with him as you follow him to his office. You look behind to see Frisk standing there, his brows furrowing in slight worry. You smile to him, letting him know you’ll be back as you catch up with Lindon who was ahead of you. Just as the automated doors close behind you, you see Lindon turn around with his eyebrows furrowing. “Look, I know that was brave of you, but I can’t have you risking your life like that…”, You look to the floor, feeling guilt swell up inside you at his words. “I’m sorry captain…”, “Don’t call me captain…I should be calling you a hero…if it weren’t for you in the way of that missile, lives would’ve been lost…that missile was originally aimed for a settlement on that planet…”,

You look up to Lindon, smiling slightly. “Thank you Lindon…”, You see Lindon smiling back as he walks up to you, patting your shoulder. “You are very welcome…now go and celebrate your birthday…you deserve it…”, Your smile widens more as you rush out of his office and back to the hangar pad. You could see a small table was laid out with festive goods on top. “Y/n! You made it!”, You turn to see Keo coming up to you, a grin on their face. “Hey Keo…we’re starting, right?”, “Yep! Come on!”, Keo grabs your hand, leading you over to the rest of the squad to start the festivities. You were able to celebrate, getting gifts from everyone especially from Frisk…and you could not have asked for a better one. Also with Lindon calling you a hero, it’s an honor above all and everything else!

The End!

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I'm gearing up this week (rewatching the first season already wit my fam) for Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power show so there's gonna be content here for a bit...hopefully you don't mind!

INTERVIEW WITH THE ANTICHRIST

── michael langdon x gn! reader. || wc: 980

The chamber was eerily silent, illuminated only by the flickering candles and the warm glow of the fireplace. You were seated in a plush armchair, stiff and cold beneath your fingers, your back pressed tight against the cushions.

The air was thin, as if it was being slowly siphoned away. You felt small, trapped. Like an insect in a glass jar. Langdon had only arrived at the outpost a day ago, but already, you could feel the shift in power. Even Venable—the high and mighty bitch who ruled over all—was clearly shaken by his arrival.

No one knew much about him, only that he was important. And dangerous.

The interviews with Langdon had quickly become a topic of annoyance among the other inhabitants. Each person who had been interviewed complained about his cryptic nature and nonchalant attitude. Whatever his purpose here, it felt like a game to him—a clever farce meant to toy with you all.

And now it was your turn to entertain him.

You kept your gaze fixed ahead as Langdon rose from behind his desk, the sound of his boots against the floor the only disruption to the stifling silence as he approached you. He did not bother to sit. Instead, he stood before you, arms clasped behind his back, his expression inscrutable as he studied you.

“You’re the seventh,” he announced, and his voice was smooth, like a glassy winter pond. You nodded, swallowing hard, unable to tear your eyes away from him as he began to circle you. The way he moved was languid, graceful.

You fidgeted slightly, trying to suppress your nerves. Langdon was, undeniably beautiful— angelic, even. He looked as if he had been sculpted from marble, with sharp, almost impossibly perfect features—chiselled cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass. Long, golden hair fell in soft waves over his shoulders, and his pale skin stood out against his all-black attire. The dark clothing gave him an air of authority, likely because he was sent by The Cooperative.

“Tell me. How do you feel your life here, at the Outpost?” he purred, his voice curling in the air around you. The question seemed casual, yet there was something in the way he said it that made you feel anything but.

“It's...” You paused, your throat suddenly dry. “It’s fine,” the words felt hollow on your tongue, laughable, given the bleak reality of your existence here. Sure, you were relieved to be alive, the temptation of sweet oblivion often lingered at the edge of your thoughts. Langdon moved behind you, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could feel his bright blue gaze drilling into the back of your skull.

When he spoke again, his voice was a soft, coaxing whisper, like honeyed velvet.

“What do you miss the most?”

The question struck you off guard. It wasn’t what you had anticipated—then again, you hadn’t known what to expect.

“…I’m sorry?”

“Prior to… all of this,” he clarified, gesturing vaguely at the surrounding walls,

“What do you miss most?”

You exhaled shakily, gripping the armrests tighter as you spoke.

“I… I miss the colours. The sky, the sunsets. And the trees, the ones that lined the sidewalks. The way they change in autumn.”

He chuckled softly, and you swore you could detect genuine humour in the sound. Embarrassed at the wistfulness in your tone, you stared down at your lap, at the monotonous gray of your uniform.

“You miss beauty, don’t you?”

he murmured, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned closer. His thumb brushed the edge of your jaw in the lightest of touches. Stunned into silence, you simply nodded.

He stopped in front of you now, tilting his head slightly, eyes narrowing as if appraising your response. The silence stretched, tension pulling at the edges of the room until it felt unbearable. Then, he deadpanned,

“The world outside is a wasteland now,”

There was no trace of emotion, his words as detached as if he were reading from a script. He stepped closer, leaning in. The cool press of his hand settled against your cheek, the metal of his rings biting into your skin. You froze under his touch, your breath catching in your throat.

“But perhaps,” he mused, his voice soft, almost to himself, “some beauty has survived after all.”

Just as quickly as he had touched you, he withdrew his hand and resumed circling. Every step he took only made the knot of anxiety in your chest tighten further.

The questions that followed were innocent but somehow, simultaneously intimate. He asked about your favourite book, about what scared you most as a child, your childhood best friend.

Throughout it all, his piercing blue eyes never strayed from you. They stripped you bare, as though he was peeling back the layers of your very soul. You answered as best you could, because you had a nagging suspicion that he already knew the answers before you spoke.

Then, just as quickly as it had started, the interview ended.

“That’s all for now.” Langdon turned on his heel, striding toward the door with the same measured grace. His fingers brushed the sleek panels, sliding them open with ease. He paused at the threshold, turning back to look at you. His expression was unreadable, yet there was something lingering in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite put your fingers on.

“I look forward to our next meeting.”

You blinked, unsure if this was the end. The knot of nerves tightened in your stomach as you stood from the armchair, wringing your hands together.

“Wait,” you called after him, your voice trembling slightly.

“Have I… did I get in?”

Langdon turned fully to face you, a faint, almost amused smile curling at the corners of his lips.

“You were already in before the interview,” he murmured, as if it were an afterthought.

“I just wanted to speak to you nonetheless.”

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