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One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Fifteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fifteen: One Hell of a Ball

Summary: Ciel, Sebastian, and (Y/N) are invited to Trancy Manor for a Danse Macabre.

(Y/N) looked up from their chores as they sensed Sebastian enter the room. He had a solemn look on his face. (Y/N) understood immediately.

“It’s today, isn’t it?” said (Y/N).

Sebastian nodded.

Ciel had been invited back to the Trancy Estate. It was time for his “revenge.” It was time for a duel to the death

“Ciel!” greeted Alois, standing outside of his mansion with all his servants behind him.

“Alois Trancy,” said Ciel curtly, descending from his carriage with (Y/N) and Sebastian.

“Welcome, and thank you for coming,” said Claude, bowing.

(Y/N) could feel Claude’s eyes on them, but they ignored him in distaste.

“Come, I prepared a special stage for today,” said Alois.

He led them to the sprawling lawn of his home. A large chessboard of stone pieces at least ten feet tall spread across the garden.

“This is…” murmured Ciel.

“An ancient battleground,” said Sebastian.

“Listen, Ciel. How about this?” said Alois. “Our butlers will fight in our place.” He knew Ciel was looking for a duel. “Or, better yet, all our servants! The one who is able to dance until the end wins. The loser will have to obey any of the winner’s orders.” He spun and clapped. “Would you be happy with such a ball?”

(Y/N) glanced at Sebastian. “It seems they were also planning a fight to the death.”

Ciel smirked. “Well, I’d say that’s a ball that will suit us. Definitely better than dressing up in false costumes.”

Alois smirked, and then the two nobles turned away from each other to address their servants. Ciel pulled his eyepatch off.

“This is an order, Sebastian: win, and then bring Alois Trancy before me,” he declared. “I will finish him off myself.”

Sebastian knelt and bowed. His eyes flashed fuchsia. “Yes, my Lord.”

(Y/N) bowed. “Yes, my Lord.” They glanced at Sebastian. They were with him to the end.

On Alois’s side, Claude kept his eyes on Sebastian and (Y/N). “Master, what is your order?”

“Ah, right.” Alois smirked. “Make Ciel Phantomhive mine and make Sebastian Michaelis feel true agony. You can do it, can’t you, Claude?”

Claude’s eyes turned fuchsia. “Yes, your Highness.” He would make Sebastian feel agony. He would take Ciel Phantomhive’s soul, and then he would take (Y/N) for his own.

The servants took the stage. The triplets brandished several weapons. Hannah held several of her own, more hidden within her skirts. (Y/N) and Sebastian had their silver knives. Really, there would be no match. The Trancy servants were beaten already.

Above them on a terrace, Ciel and Alois sat on couches set apart.

“Well, then,” said Claude, preparing to attack.

“F-F-Fantasique!” cried a dramatic voice, and everyone paused in confusion. “This is just like the battlegrounds where mythological heroes once crossed swords! If this is tonight’s stage, than I have never felt so honored to be invited to a ball!” Viscount Druitt, wearing a blue lobster hat on his head, nearly swooned as he gazed at the chess board.

(Y/N)’s nose twitched. That man truly appeared at the most inopportune moments and in the strangest places.

“Sir, what brings you here today?” said Claude politely.

“Oh, I am most honored to have been invited to today’s ball,” said Druitt excitedly. “I am Alister Chamber, Viscount of Druitt.”

“The costume ball took place last week,” informed Claude. “Today, we invited Earl Phantomhive for a private ball.”

“What?!” cried Druitt, deflating. “What a faux pas, coming on the wrong day! I will go home then…But why didn’t anyone tell me? Society is so cruel to those with a criminal record…” He looked over his shoulder and gasped as he laid eyes on (Y/N).

Not again, sighed (Y/N).

“What a beautiful sigh! The shadows have formed into a stunning, elegant being right before my eyes!” Druitt sighed and spun as he waxed poetry at (Y/N). “Raven wings of night have blessed you with their beauty, and Heaven itself has blessed me with the sight of you!”

I don’t think Heaven has anything to do with me, thought (Y/N) in amusement.

“I am unworthy!” Druitt look a knee before them. “Oh, and knives! Danger wrapped in beauty, how exquisite! This ball exudes such a dangerous and suspicious scent!” With speed akin to a demon it seemed, Druitt ran up to the viewing terrace and sat on the couch between Alois and Ciel. “As a servant of the Goddess of Beauty, please, by all means, allow me to watch for future reference!”

“Then, let us start again,” said Claude, turning towards Sebastian and (Y/N) once more with the rest of the servants.

“The Danse Macabre,” said Sebastian with a smirk.

“Only macabre for those who die,” remarked (Y/N). “I find myself entertained.”

“Attack!” ordered Claude to the triplets. “Combo: Bloodstained Wash Bucket!”

One triplet lunged with an axe, and (Y/N) parried it, allowing Sebastian to move forward. He blocked the crossbow bolt fired at the two, whirling and cutting the crossbow in half. (Y/N) pivoted and slashed through the spear and sword of the other two triplets.

“Attack,” ordered Claude again. “Combo: From the Bloodstained Wash Bucket to the Three Way Mirror!”

The triplets each grabbed spears as weapons. All three rushed in together. This time, Sebastian parried the attacks, and (Y/N) flipped overtop and kicked them away. The triplets’ eyes flashed fuchsia, and they turned, connecting their spears into a single, long instrument of death. They launched it at (Y/N). The cat demon smirked and caught hold of the spear, spinning it above their head with ease.

(Y/N) smirked. “Well, thank you for lining up for me.”

They threw the spear, and it pierced the triplets’ heads and pinned them to a chess piece. The triplets blinked in surprise, swaying by the head. Sebastian smirked and looked at (Y/N) approvingly, who grinned at the recognition.

“Oh, my!” cried Druitt in awe. “What a deadly beauty! The lovely rose’s thorns reveal themselves!”

Hannah threw two daggers at Sebastian and (Y/N). The cat demon sprung to the side with catlike agility, and Sebastian’s coat was cut.

He tsked. “I will have to mend this.”

“You don’t have to since you will soon be full of holes,” said Hannah, running towards him and (Y/N). After all her quiet submissiveness, it was refreshing to see the demoness actually exercise some power.

“How about the maids have a battle while the butlers do?” remarked (Y/N) moving between Sebastian and Hannah. They glanced at him.

“Why, that’s a fine idea,” said Sebastian, smirking. He turned towards Claude, and (Y/N) pivoted towards Hannah.

The demoness fired two small pistols (pulled from who knows where) at (Y/N), and they flipped to the side, moving with the acrobatic ease being a cat demon allowed them. Out of bullet, Hannah pulled a machine gun from…yeah, (Y/N) wasn’t sure either. Hannah fired at (Y/N), and the cat demon dodged behind a chess piece. Hannah continued to pelt the statue with bullets, but (Y/N) ran up the side of the stone sculpture and leapt into the air. Before Hannah could react, (Y/N) threw down silver knives, pinning the demoness to the ground.

While (Y/N) faced Hannah, Sebastian and Claude looked at one another. Claude raised an eyebrow at Sebastian’s torn coat, and Sebastian pulled out a needle and thread. Before they fought, he would make himself presentable. Once he finished, however, and faced Claude, a bell rang. At the same moment, (Y/N) landed on the ground to finish Hannah.

The standing servants straightened at the ringing.

“We stop here. It’s tea time,” said Claude with businesslike coldness as if all the other servants being defeated easily by (Y/N) and Sebastian wasn’t an issue.

“Oh, is it that time already?” remarked Sebastian.

“I have to prepare a snack for my Master,” said Claude. “Let us suspend the dance for a while.”

“May we borrow your kitchen, then?” said Sebastian.

“Of course,” said Claude.

The butlers stood behind tables and cooked for their masters while their fellow servants assisted them. The triplets, still impaled, carrying ingredients awkwardly to Claude. Hannah stood to the side, waiting for any orders from Claude. (Y/N) stood next to Sebastian, watching the Trancy servants warily. They didn’t trust them not to try anything. They were not as respectable as (Y/N) and Sebastian.

Claude whisked the egg before him. His eyes traveled to (Y/N). He was so close to getting them and Ciel Phantomhive’s soul. Then, then Claude could do whatever he wanted with them. He’d have them to himself to turn into his little cat demon. They’d serve him exactly how he please…Claude couldn’t wait for the fight to continue, just so he could get his hands on (Y/N). He’d trap them in his webs and then finally feel their skin against his hands, so easy to break and make bleed if they were disobedient, but so easy to make blush if just—

Dough splattered on his glasses as he stared, and his fantasy was disrupted.

“Oh, I am sorry,” said Sebastian. His gaze was dark even if his smile was pleasant. “I was slightly bothered by the way you were staring at my colleague.” He knew precisely what Claude had been imagining, and he wanted to gauge the spider’s eyes out for looking at (Y/N) that way.

“You’d think a butler would be more respectable,” said (Y/N), scoffing in distaste. “Then again, he is just a spider.”

Their words were light and witty, but they didn’t like Claude’s stare. It was predatory, and (Y/N) could remember bits of their human life where similar stares sent shivers down their spine. Now, they had power to defend themself if needed. Still, that didn’t mean the stare was any less disturbingly lecherous.

Claude’s eyes narrowed, and he flicked dough at Sebastian, who leaned back to dodge. The demonic butlers flung yolk and dough at each other. When the bowls were empty, the butlers glared at one another before looking behind at the statues of yolk and dough constructed by the food fight.

A statue of a Valkyrie leaning towards Claude with a spear and expression of a woman ready to kill stood on his side. Behind Sebastian and (Y/N), there was a statue of a person trapped by a ravenous snake. The figure was reminiscent of (Y/N), to the distaste and anger of Sebastian and the disturb and irritating of (Y/N).

Claude’s eyes were glued on (Y/N) as his long tongue licked the dough from his glasses. Sebastian returned the taunt by pressing cherries into the snake’s eyes, gauging them out.

“Today’s sweet is Puits d’Amour—a puff pastry filled with crème pâtisserie and raspberry jam,” said Claude. “As for the tea, I prepared Mariage Freres’s Eros.”

Alois and Ciel sat on opposite sides of a long table, Druitt in the middle, and were served the dishes their butlers had finally finished. Alois opened his mouth, and Claude placed a piece in his mouth.

“E-E-Excellent!” cried Druitt as he tasted the pastry. “This Puits d’Amour…The silk-like ensemble played out by the rich cream and sour raspberry is like the Silk Road of taste! You feel thirsty; you want to eat more and more! My palate feels like the Taklamakan Desert! Are you perhaps the Marco Polo of taste?!”

Sebastian set his own dish before Ciel. “Foret Noire—a chocolate sponge cake centered with cherries in syrup, garnished with white cream. The tea is Keemun of the finest quality, which I ordered directly from the Qing province of Anhui.”

“T-T-Tres bien!” Druitt had tears in his eyes as he tasted the cake. “This Foret Noire…The chocolate’s rich aroma brings out the scent of the cherries! This sweetness and delicate flavor are like surging waves after a round trip! It’s like the Age of Discovery of taste! It’s so delicious it makes my head spin more and more! My palate feels like the Ptolemaic Theory! Are you perhaps the Vasco de Gama of taste?!”

Druitt held his head as he gazed at the two pastries. “It’s so hard to choose a winner! I’m…I’m…I’m so moved I will go and pick some flowers!”

“The bathroom is that way,” gestured Claude, reading into Druitt easily.

Druitt flounced away from the table, twirling and skipping. The demons and nobles were left on their own as the sun hung lower in the sky, sending scarlet light dancing across the chessboard. Ciel and Alois finished their tea and took their seats on the terrace above once more.

“Well, then,” said Claude. “Let us resume our ball.”

Sebastian and (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. The fight was about to continue.

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leiawritesstories · 7 months

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hiiii you might be busy with rowaelin month but can i ask for you to bring fedreick out ang give me a really angsty one shot about how rowan dies but aelin needs a heir for tesseran and she basically has to have a heir with a important lord or something but after they have sex he tries to stay and aelin just kicks him out and cries

and the maybe after if your feeling nice you could be fredick away and give me a rowaelin baby being born one shot?????

(Frederick speaking) oh i would love to do this mwahahaha

(Leia speaking) i modified the prompt a little because it genuinely hurt my soul but i hope you like it

word count: 4k (oopsies)

CW: references to death and illness, crying, pain, angsty angst, medical talk, doctors, Frederick's work ;)

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Aelin had known this day, this meeting, was coming, but it didn't stop her splintered heart from breaking into a thousand more pieces the moment she walked in the door.

Following the usual opening remarks, she motioned to Lord Darrow, and he stood, offered her a hint of a pained smile, and pronounced the words she knew were going to come. "Your Majesty, there remains the matter of an heir." He cleared his throat, stifling the faint tremor his voice had carried. "As you remember, it was the final clause of the succession."

Aelin laced her fingers tightly together beneath the table and nodded once, a bare dip of her chin. "I am aware of the terms of the royal succession, my lord." When she had come of age four years ago and been crowned Queen of Terrasen, she had been fully aware of the terms of her great-uncle Orlon's will. For her to keep the throne, she had to be married and have a child within the first five years of her queenship, else she would be subject to a council vote on whether or not to keep the throne in the Galathynius line.

It was a horrifically outdated custom for the twenty-first century, but here they all were.

Darrow paced a slow line back and forth across the front of the council chamber. "We understand that His Majesty's...untimely passing...was a great tragedy." The words shot spears through Aelin's fractured heart. "Because of this, we are willing to extend the term to six years. However, Your Majesty, with all due respect, if you are not with child by the time your sixth year has elapsed, we are afraid we shall have to call for a vote."

Tears prickled at Aelin's eyes, but she forced them away. "I thank you for your generosity," she murmured, unable to speak any louder lest she burst into sobs in the middle of a meeting. "My husband..." She took a deep breath, compressing the painfully beautiful memories of Rowan back into the ironclad box where they belonged. "Losing my husband has been the hardest part of my queenship, even the hardest part of my life."

"We understand." Genuine empathy rippled across the lines of Darrow's aged face.

"But there is still the matter of the will," Aelin finished. "I understand." Softly, she cleared her throat. "What is your suggestion, council?"

Darrow motioned at Lady Alister, who passed him a small sheet of paper. "With your permission, Majesty, we have prepared a short list of, ah, acceptable father candidates." He spoke the words with discomfort--the will had stipulated that the father must have noble or royal heritage, yet another horribly outdated custom. "Thanks to modern medicine, you have the option to conceive via IVF, but if you would prefer the, ah, traditional--"

"Show me the list." Aelin wiped all emotion from her voice and held out her hand. With a brief nod, Darrow passed her the short list, and she glanced over the handful of noble names. "Are you all not aware that Dorian is happily married?"

Lady Alister cleared her throat, a little nervously. "The King of Adarlan...he, well, he volunteered."

"Of course," Aelin sighed. She crossed his name off the list. "You may thank him for his willingness, but I shall have to turn down his offer." She turned back to Darrow. "What are your suggestions for this process?"

"Each of the men listed there has agreed to the terms of this...ah, arrangement, so if you'd like, you may either go the traditional way of dating or we can arrange a meeting with the doctors."

It wasn't even a decision. "Please schedule me a doctor's appointment. The sooner, the better." Clinging to her last shreds of composure, Aelin stood. "Will there be anything else?"

"That is all, Your Majesty." Darrow and the rest of the council stood and bowed as Aelin left the room.

In the darkness of the wee hours of the night, Aelin jerked awake with a shuddering gasp. Tears spilled from her eyes as she instinctively reached across the bed to find Rowan's half empty, the sheets and pillows cold to her touch. The dream had been so vivid, she'd almost believed she'd wake up and find him smiling sleepily at her.

"I--gods, Fireheart!" Rowan's yelp pierced Aelin's ears. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Live a little, buzzard!" she yelled back, laughing giddily at the exhilarating rush of wind blowing past as she urged her motorbike faster along the track. She tipped her helmet-protected head back and whooped, the bright sound bouncing off the walls of the canyon.

With a rumbling whoosh of engines, Rowan pulled his motorbike up alongside hers and flicked up the visor of his helmet so he could roll his eyes at her. "I swear, Ae, you're going to make my heart stop one of these days."

"I'll settle for making your brain blank out," she smirked, snickering at the way her husband's throat bobbed thickly. "But that's after I win!" She floored the gas, and her bike leaped forwards, outpacing Rowan in seconds.

He charged up behind her, following her as closely as he dared without risking running his bike into hers in the confines of the narrow canyon road. "Don't be so sure of that, love!"

She just laughed and coaxed more speed out of the motorbike, leading them out of the twisting curves into the final, flat stretch of track, where she could see the handful of staff waiting at the bright green finish line. She knew at least a few of them were rolling their eyes at the wild antics of their queen and king, but what could she say? It was her once-a-month free day.

"Fifteen seconds!" she shouted over her shoulder, pushing for one last burst of speed. She flew through the finish line half a second ahead of Rowan, slowed down, and eventually turned around and made her way back, slowly.

Rowan was waiting at the finish line, looking absolutely delicious in his tightly fitted jeans, boots, and black leather jacket, helmet tucked under his arm, his pale hair a windblown mess. "Congratulations, love," he murmured, shooting her one of those smirks that made her core turn to jelly.

"Thank you," she purred, dismounting from the bike and taking off her own helmet and gloves. Her hair was braided tightly around her head, but some strands had worked their way loose and brushed against her sweaty neck.

"Let me." Handing off both his and her helmets, Rowan tucked the loose strands behind Aelin's ear. "Better?"

"Much better." She rose onto her tiptoes, grabbed the collar of his jacket, and yanked him down for a kiss, not giving a shit who saw. Her kingdom was used to the affection she shared with her husband. "Want to give me my prize now?"

"In front of poor Lord Darrow?" he teased in a low, raspy whisper. "I didn't know you were that exhibitionist, Ae."

"You naughty boy." She playfully swatted his shoulder and led him into the car. "When we get home."

He hummed in agreement but still spent most of the drive back to the castle with her in his lap, brushing teasing little kisses to the sensitive skin of her throat. She barely made it through the private entrance and into the elevator before she jumped on him, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and crashing her lips into his.

The elevator stopped with a ding and she stumbled out with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, hand in hand with her husband, and all but sprinted into their bedroom. He kicked the door closed and hoisted her back into his arms, burying his fingers in her hair, and kissed her deeply, his tongue stroking perfectly against hers.

With a low moan, he broke the kiss, pulling away to rest his tattooed hand against her face. "I love you so much, Fireheart." Instead of burning, desperate need, there was quiet tenderness in his voice.

Aelin wrapped her hands around Rowan's wrist and pressed her forehead to his, tears springing to her eyes. "I love you more," she breathed. "Rowan--"

"So much," he repeated, holding her watery gaze with the emerald depths of his eyes. "To whatever end."

"Don't say that," she choked out, placing her hands flat against his cheekbones. "Godsdammit, Ro, it wasn't supposed to go like this!"

"I know." He pressed her close against his chest, and she inhaled the scent of winter breezes and pine forests, the scent of him. "From now until the darkness finds us, yeah?"

She traced the ink flowing down the side of his face with trembling fingers. "Don't you dare."

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you," she murmured thickly. "To whatever end, my love." He kissed her forehead, a tender brush of his soft lips, and his figure dissolved into mist in her arms.

And she jerked awake in the still, empty silence of her bedroom, tears pouring silently down her cheeks. If the godsdamned illness that had yanked her husband from her arms were a tangible thing, she'd be figuring out the best way to murder it. But even she couldn't make an illness vanish, so she just wrapped her arms around Rowan's pillow, buried her face in the scent of him that still clung to the cotton, and drifted back to sleep with her heart bleeding once again.

"Your Majesty." The doctor stood and bowed from her waist as Aelin walked into her office.

"Please, there's no need for all of that." Aelin dropped into the comfortable ivory leather wingback chair opposite the doctor. "I'm here for...I assume you know why I'm here."

"Indeed." The doctor settled into her seat and laid a file folder of notes on the desk. "My name is Dr. Yrene Towers, and I've been working in the women's health field for eleven years." She glanced at Aelin's charts. "So you're here to consult about IVF?"

"I am." Aelin laid her hands flat on the expensive mahogany desk to stop them from trembling. "There's no need to go into the reasons why, unless you're required to ask."

"That's not a requirement, no." Dr. Towers pulled a few pages out from the file and picked up a pen. "We need to discuss your medical history, your fertility and cycle history, and the actual IVF process." She cleared her throat. "Your--ah, Aelin, when was your last menstrual period?"

Aelin pulled out her phone and opened her period tracker app. "April 6th to 11th."

Dr. Towers noted down the dates. "That was nearly three months ago."

"I have a history of infrequent cycles," Aelin explained. "It's nothing new for me to go two, three, or even four months without a period."

"I see." The doctor scribbled down a few notes. "As part of the preliminary material, I am required to ask if you were trying to conceive, and for how long you've been trying." Her warm brown eyes met Aelin's, and she offered a soft, sympathetic smile. "It's alright if you need some time to answer."

Aelin closed her eyes. Yes, she and Rowan had been trying, without success, to conceive. For months, if not a year. Every month that passed without any signs, every negative test, every tear she'd shed over her body's refusal to cooperate--every memory cut deeper with Rowan...gone. "Yes." She bit her lower lip. "We were...trying."

Dr. Towers nodded. "Do you remember how long?" she asked, gently.

"A little over a year," Aelin murmured. "Since last winter."

The doctor made a small noise of agreement. "Alright. Well, the next step in our consultation is for you to take a pregnancy test, simply to confirm that you aren't pregnant so we can proceed with IVF medication and treatment." Aelin nodded. Dr. Towers gestured to a door near the back of her office. "There's a private bathroom back there where you can take the test, it's all set up."

"Thank you." Quietly, Aelin rose and walked into the bathroom, closed and locked the door behind herself, and found a digital pregnancy test and a small glass cup on the counter. With practiced motions, she took the test, capped it, and washed her hands as she waited for the small plastic stick to load its results. She exited the bathroom with the test still undeveloped and passed it to the doctor. "I...I don't think I can look at it," she admitted.

Dr. Towers laid the test in front of her notes. "That's alright," she said, reassuring the queen. "I'll watch it for you, and--oh!" Her gaze snapped to the test, dark eyes widening in shock.

Aelin's brows scrunched together. "Is everything alright, Doctor?"

"I...you..." Dr. Towers cleared her throat. "Your Majesty," she whispered, sliding the test across the desk, "it's positive."

Pregnant, declared the little gray screen. 3+.

Aelin's heart leapt into her throat. "Are...no, no, that can't be right." She refused to let the bright flash of hope get ahold of her tumultuous emotions. "Can you confirm that, Doctor?"

Dr. Towers nodded. "I can order a urine and a blood test, if that's what you would want."

"Yes." Aelin's response was whip-quick. "Yes, I want that."

"Alright, just a few minutes here." Dr. Towers opened her laptop and typed away for a few minutes. "Okay, Aelin. If you'll come with me, I'll get you to an exam room, and we can get those tests started."

Wordlessly, Aelin collected her small purse and followed Dr. Towers out of her office and down a wood-paneled, softly lit hallway into the clinic and down a pastel yellow hallway to a tidy exam room. "Thank you," she murmured as the doctor led her into the room."

"Of course." Dr. Towers patted Aelin's shoulder kindly. "I'll send in a nurse with the equipment in a minute or two."

Aelin sat down on the paper-covered bed and twisted her wedding ring around her left ring finger. She hadn't removed it--she flatly refused to remove it. No matter what anyone else tried to say, she had sworn vows to one man and one man alone, and she would keep the ring of those vows on her finger until the day she joined her husband in the afterlife.

There was a polite double knock on the door and a young female nurse in bright blue scrubs entered the exam room. "Hi," she said in a quivering, small voice. Her big blue eyes were huge with awe and a little bit of fear.

"Hi," Aelin murmured, cracking a soft smile at the young nurse's trepidation. "There's no need to be afraid, Miss...I'm sorry, I can't read your nametag from over here."

"N-no problem, Your Majesty." The nurse scurried over towards Aelin. "I'm Evangeline, Your Majesty."

"Lovely to meet you, Evangeline, and please, just call me Aelin. Right now, I'm just another one of your patients, okay?"

"O-o-okay." Evangeline agreed. She flashed a bright smile and snapped on a pair of blue latex gloves. "So, Dr. Towers ordered a blood test and a urine sample to confirm or reject pregnancy, yes?" She seemed so much more confident when she was speaking about the medical orders.

"That's right." Aelin twisted her wedding ring around her finger, her thumb rubbing against the square emerald. "I took a digital test and I don't believe that it's positive."

"Mhmm, that's pretty typical," Evangeline agreed. "I have to ask--is it alright for me to draw your blood?"

"Yes." Aelin laid her arm on the padded armrest and made a fist at the young nurse's directions. Swiftly, Evangeline found a vein and took a small blood sample, then placed a gauze pad and a bandage over the draw site. "That wasn't so bad."

Evangeline chuckled. "It's a lot different than injections, for sure." She labeled the small vial, took off her gloves, washed up, and handed Aelin a small plastic cup. "There's a bathroom just outside this room. In that bathroom, there's a sample collection door. Go ahead and do the urine sample, and place the cup in the collection door when you're done. You can come back here when you're finished, and I'll walk you back to Dr. Towers's office."

"Thank you." Aelin smiled at the young nurse. "Not that I know anything about nursing, but you're a wonderful nurse." She headed into the bathroom, took care of the sample, and let Evangeline lead her back to Dr. Towers's office when she was done.

Dr. Towers let her in. "It might be a couple of hours before your results come back in, just so you know."

Aelin sighed. "That's okay. Do you need me to leave? I can go home if you need me to go."

"No need," Dr. Towers interjected. "You're welcome to stay here while you wait. I do have patients to see, but you're welcome to stay in my office."

Gratefully, Aelin settled into the comfortable armchair, tucked her head to the side, and was asleep before she knew it. Some time later, she was gently awakened by the doctor's soft voice and gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Aelin? It's Dr. Towers. How was your nap."

"Too good," Aelin mumbled, slowly coming to coherence. She blinked, rubbing her eyes. "How long was I out?"

"A little more than two hours." Dr. Towers sat down at her desk and placed a few papers on top of the smooth wood. "Long enough for your labs to come back." She met Aelin's eyes, her gaze steady and professional. "Aelin, both the blood and urine tests came back positive. You're pregnant."

You're pregnant.

"Alone."

Dr. Towers blinked. "Hmm?"

"I'm pregnant alone," Aelin whispered, tears clouding her eyes as she processed the news. "I'm pregnant, and he--my--Rowan." The last word was a choked sob. "And Rowan will never know our child," she croaked, dissolving into muffled sobs.

The doctor slid her a stack of tissues and laid her soft brown hands atop Aelin's trembling ones. "I know it's a hell of a lot to take in."

Aelin sniffled. "Should my doctor really be swearing?"

"Fits the situation." Dr. Towers squeezed Aelin's hands. "Aelin, I'm legally required to ask this next question: do you want this pregnancy?"

"Yes," Aelin breathed. "I don't fully believe it yet, but yes. Absolutely."

"Wonderful." Dr. Towers beamed. "I'm going to refer you to an imaging clinic for an ultrasound, okay? We'll want to schedule that as soon as possible to find out how far along you are."

"Okay." Aelin's voice was small and unsteady. "Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"Do I...how..." Aelin linked her fingers together, rooting herself in the feeling of her wedding ring pressing into he skin. "How am I supposed to go through this alone?" she whispered, anguish coating her question.

Dr. Towers's expression went soft, caring. "If you need professional assistance, I can refer you to one of my colleagues. If you're asking about a support system, let me remind you that you have your close circle of people to rely on. Let them help you, Aelin." She held the queen's shaky hands. "Let them help you."

Buzzard,

It's been seven and a half weeks. I still see you everywhere, in every little thing from my dreams to my nightmares. There will never be a part of me that doesn't miss you. Never.

I'm ten weeks and four days pregnant, Rowan. I just found out. Believe me, I'm as stunned as you probably are, wherever you are. It was...it wasn't what we were expecting, and I'm torn between the urge to scream at you for leaving me before we knew and the urge to imagine everything you'd be saying and doing right now. Yes, that's a tear on the page--gods burn me, I'm crying, I can't help it.

I don't know if I can do this alone, my love. I don't know how I'm going to bring our child into the world knowing that you won't be there to hold them. I don't know how I'm going to make it through the next seven months without you fussing over every damn step I take. I miss you so fucking much.

I swear to you, my Rowan, my buzzard, that our child will grow up knowing how incredible you are and how much you love our little family, even from where you are.

To whatever end, my heart.

Aelin

Tears splashed onto the stationery as Aelin signed her name and tossed her pen to the side. She traced the letters of Rowan's name with trembling fingertips, breathing the syllables quietly, almost like a prayer. Reaching for a tissue, she blotted her eyes, then folded the note in half, pressed a kiss onto the paper, and placed it in the simple wooden box of letters she'd written to her husband every day since he passed. She held the box in her lap, idly running her fingers over the initials etched into the smooth, pale wood, closed her eyes, and let the tears drip silently down her cheeks.

Why did you leave me, buzzard?

Deep in her heart, she felt a faint stirring, a faraway echo of her husband's presence. I'm right here, Fireheart.

A muted sob hitched her chest. I need you. She flattened her free hand against her belly, atop the tiny baby growing inside of her. We need you.

I'm right here. It was no more than a whisper in her mind, a flicker of reassurance from a voice that would never speak again.

Aelin closed her eyes, searching for that faint echo, and drifted into sleep, her tumultuous emotions quieting as she slept. In her dream, she walked into the forest, her shoes near-silent atop the soft spring moss. She followed a familiar, well-worn path through the ancient oaks and pines until she came to a clearing beside a stream, an idyllic spot where she and Rowan often hid away for a night or two.

And there was Rowan, sitting beside the stream, his tan skin vibrant with health and his bright pine eyes alight with joy.

Stifling a sob, she sprinted across the clearing and threw herself into his strong, steady arms, burying her face into his solid, warm chest. "Rowan," she gasped, clinging to his dream body. "You--"

"I'm here now," he promised, quieting her questions with a kiss. "I'll always be here."

"I'm dreaming," Aelin whispered, her heart shivering with the knowledge.

"I know." Rowan trailed his fingers through her hair. "And I'm here, and you're here, and if you want this to be real for a little while, then it's real for a little while."

"I love you," she murmured.

He kissed her gently. "I love you too."

She wiped tears from her cheeks. "I'm pregnant, Rowan."

"We..." She guided his hand down onto her stomach, and he exhaled shakily, tears clouding his eyes. "We're having a baby?" She nodded. "I'd give anything to be with you, Ae."

"I know." His dream-form started to fade as she began to wake up, and she clung to his hands. "Every damn day, I need you here."

"I'm always here," he whispered. He kissed her forehead. "Right here." His thumb brushed over her heart. "Right here. To whatever end."

Seven Months Later

Utterly exhausted, Aelin lay back against the heap of pillows piled onto the bed and cradled her newborn daughter to her chest, gazing down into the tiny baby girl's big, sleepy green eyes. The bustle of the nurses and doctors in the room faded into background noise as she held her daughter, beaming and crying all at once.

"Hi, baby girl," she whispered, her voice a hesitant, croaky rasp. "I love you so much."

The baby wriggled a bit and curled closer into her mother's skin, as if she could sense Aelin's overpowering emotions.

"Majesty?" The nurse's voice broke into Aelin's little bubble. "So sorry to disturb you, Your Majesty, but have you chosen a name?"

"Yes," Aelin murmured, smiling brighter as her daughter's tiny fingers clutched her thumb. "Yes, I have." She kissed her baby's delicate little forehead. "Everyone, meet Princess Sana Whitethorn Galathynius." The name Rowan had chosen all those months ago.

And she was perfect. Half him, half her, completely perfect and completely loved, both from the earth and the afterlife.

~~~

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hopefulstarfire · 1 year

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For this meme: Dream for Maddox, Run for Nana, Spring for Iris and Proof for Kat?

Ahdhsjfhd SORRY IT TOOK ME A DAY BUT THANK YOU FOR THESE!!!

dream: does your OC have a driving dream or goal? what is it? how far would they go to achieve it?

Maddoxs big dream is to give his daughters the best lives possible. He wants to get his own property out on the lake outside of Domino City, get to watch them grow with Rishid and live the rest of his life happily.

But, his dream for the longest time was cooking. After the magician dream fizzled out, cooking became his life's passion. He wanted to maybe open his own restaurant, but he knew for sure he wanted to publish his own cookbook. He had even been taking culinary classes in college. Then Paige left him with one month old twins and he knew what he needed to do was provide for them the best he could. His dreams were put on the backburner and he focused on his girls and dedicating himself to the family company.

Vance and Chelsea are still trying to encourage him. They want to see him happy, and they want to see him go for his dreams. But Rishid might be the person that coaxes him back to where he wanted to go to begin with.

I genuinely think he starts just random cooking tiktoks and then Rishid encourages him every time and he starts getting more and more views. Rishids there to make him coffee and give him shoulder rubs when he finally starts to write, or help make sure the girls can give him some quiet time so he can focus on the book. He's the one that points out to Maddox he always tells him that whatever he wants to do in the world, whatever he wants to experience, to take it by the horns and go for it; he'll tell Maddox the exact same.

run: what’s one relationship or experience your OC has mixed feelings about? are they good at finding joy in sad things, or vice versa?

One word: Yami.

Nana cares about the Pharaoh. Of course she does; he's a part of her brother she loves dearly, how could she not care about him? She wants to see him get better, to grow and become himself, wholly, fully and unashamedly. When he inevitably moves onto the afterlife, she cries because she's going to miss him and he really impacted all of their lives; he was just as important to them.

But, that's not to say her feelings towards him weren't complicated; they very much were. We have to look at it from her perspective; her little brother -- sweet, kind hearted, would never hurt a fly Yugi -- is being possessed by a 5,000 year old ghost solely focused on winning and making that a big part of his identity, and has been either a) sending people into mental breakdowns or b) murdering them as he saw fit. That's fucking terrifying!

And let's not forget what she saw both when Kaiba and Yugi/Yami Duel in Duelist Kingdom and she saw how much what Yami tried to do broke Yugi. And let's not forget how Yami fucking played the Seal of Orichalcos in his first Duel with Raphael and it cost them Yugis soul. They didn't fully understand how the Orichalcos worked; she genuinely could have lost her brother forever without any way to get him back, for all she knew!

Yamis arc is learning how to be a better man because of Yugi. And Nana is glad to see it happen and she's proud of Yugi for doing so; but those complicated feelings for Yami, even as they repair the relationship, is still going to be there.

Nana also is someone who finds joy in the sadness. She always makes sure everyone knows its okay to sit there with your sorrows, to sit there with negative emotions and let yourself feel them because that's healthy. But she's also just the literal Sunbeam of the group; even in the darkest times, she still fights to find the light.

spring: what does your OC miss most? will they ever be reunited? how would they feel about that?

Mental stability. The first 5 years of her life where she didn't feel like she had to protect and take care of everyone. Her sanity.

It's Alister. At the end of the day, after everything that happened, it's still Alister. Iris thinks about him every day after their Duel, worried if he's okay wherever he is. Is he healing? Is he safe? Is he with people that can help him? Is he dead in a ditch somewhere?

By all means, she knows she should hate him. She shouldn't want anything to do with him. But she saw that pain in his eyes during their Duel. She's seen him at his most vulnerable even before that. She feels like something in their relationship had to be real and even if it wasn't for him, it was for her.

She wants to talk to him. Get closure. Maybe rebuild, if that's in the cards for them but if not then it would be enough for her to know he was getting help and had people to rely on. That he wouldn't be alone.

When they do reunite post series and start rebuilding, there's nothing but patience. They both know they're having to pick the pieces back up, of both themselves, each other and their relationship. But they put it back together, bit by bit, it just takes that little bit of patience and a whole lot of stubbornness.

proof: what is your OC looking forward to? what best moments in their life are yet to come?

Kat looks forward to what the next chapter of her life will hold. She knows that, good and bad, every little memory she can make will matter.

Post Series, she's very much struggling with depression, especially in those first few weeks after. But she will inevitably have the brighter days; reuniting with her father and cousins, the birth of her son, the start of a new relationship, tournaments, the release of Synchro Summoning and inevitably taking over I2.

Because yes she's the VP but she's also the heiress. Whenever Max decides he's going to step down, she will take over the company and it's going to flourish in her leadership.

She also ends up really looking forward to a joint venture with KaibaCorp; a children's hospital in memoriam to Cecelia. Because she carries her sister with her everywhere, knowing she's watching on in pride.

#yugioh #ygo #yugioh ocs #ygo ocs #answered #you painted colors in my heart i could never replace

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imlosingmyfuckingmindgirl · 1 year

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past week, feb 24

first and foremost, happy birthday to my nigga earl sweatshirt mane. he a top g. for real. idk how many times i cried to solace. he kept me alive. for real. peace to you.

week was meh. did things that i done forgot. submitted my EG HW and got like an 8 on physics quiz i guess. fuck it. i fucked it up ngl.

apart from that. i just talked to this girl on reddit named nyin. turns out she is also indian. what are the odds.

girl told me such an awesome and horny story that i felt it was straight outta below her mouth or something lol. how she fucked a straight girl all night long on new year day. like fuck if that happened to me id fucking melt lol. it was so hot.

why this kolaveri di on slowed sounds so good. gives a new meaning to this song. and i like slowed songs much better. everyone does. im boutta listen to solace next.

just talked to my guy jeet last hour. we talked after 10 days ig. it felt nice. i did not wanna call him if that nigga only did huh haa in those calls. that made me angry bruh. like im putting efforts in talking. DO THE FUCKING SAME. RECIPROCATE. bruh. i hated it. but i need that reciprocation energy.

just forgot to add, it was my sisters 2nd anniversary of their marriage this 21st. i love her and i loved it. she was suppose to order me a pizza that night but that night it was our "grand dinner" in our mess. consisting of the same old shitty food. i said her some next time. wednesday i ate from the night canteen. now i cannot remember what did i eat just 2 days ago lol. yesterday we went to some local joint. tonight i told her to order me pizza. it was fucking good. i finished it all while talking to my guy. it was awesome. thank you and i love you, andy. with all my life.

apart from that. earl is the shit. molasses, quest/power, fire in the hole etc all are the shit. i fucking love this guy. when i first heard srs i thought wtf is this unmixed low quality sounding shit. then i dug him and now srs is top 5 oat for me. top g.

peace to every crease on your brain. till next time.

-alister

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pokemon for the ask game?

Whoa, Aura, thanks for asking! (lol)

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): all of them (cynthia)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): GROOKEY. i swear that little ball of energy makes me cry every time its on screen ITS JUST SO CUTE?!!?! ooo also Alister/Onion i am giving him a hug

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): ash's gengar! it wants to work hard and be strong so it can stay by ash's side and have a trainer who trusts and loves and cares for it and if that isn't just the sweetest thing?!?!

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): ok so there's this one kid named regina she has a glaceon she showed up for one episode and i would give her my life. she just wanted a friend *cries*

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): apparently some people don't like goh??? he deserves so much i love that gender little kiddo

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): if you even think about stealing, harming, or selling a pokemon you deserve ten thousand years in the infinite burning plinko machine. if i'm feeling merciful.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): paul.

#did i use this as an excuse to talk about my blorbos? yes #i could do this like six times and still have different answers #i just. pokemans????#ace answers an ask! game edition

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ameth18blog · 3 years

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Unexpected Encounters. Chapter 8: The Search (Part 1)

A new day has begun in Japan. The inhabitants of Zootopia, Japan and Mobius were once again meeting in the same apartment today.

"Well, we have already decided how the groups are separated, as Retsuko, Fenneko, Haida, Ookami, Washimi and Gori are from this city, each of you will divide into group of two, and you will be accompanied by Nick, Judy and Finnick" Sonic said.

"Why should we be accompanied by them, can I do things alone?" Finnick said.

"Come on Finnick, you've never been to this country, much less outside of Zootopia," Nick said.

"Yeah, but I can work alone, that's no problem for me, so we could cover more ground that way," Finnick said.

"Are you sure?" Tails asked.

"Yes. 100 percent," Finnick replied.

"Well OK. That could be beneficial to us," Knuckles said.

"Well, to start: Nick, Haida and Ookami will go to the north of the city" said Sonic.

"Judy, Retsuko and Fenneko will go south," Amy said.

"Washimi and Gori will go east" said Cosmo.

"And finally Finnick will go west," Tikal said.

"While that happens, Jack will stay with us while we try to find out more about the whereabouts of the master emeralds and the missing chaos emeralds" said Tails

"While you children will be in the care of our children so that they are safe from any danger, so they will not have to worry about them" said Sonic.

They all nodded their heads.

"By the way, before you go have this" Tails held up a tray that had a large number of clocks on them.

"What are they?" Ookami asked.

"They are communicators. I created them so they can communicate with us, I made them look like watches so they go unnoticed. We have ours too," Tails replied.

Sonic, Amy, Tails, Cosmo, Knuckles, Tikal, Speed, Flora, Alex, Locke II and Pachacamac II raised their arms to reveal their wrists where their own communicators were.

The people of Zootopia and Japan had their own communicators and put them on, including the children.

"Okay. These communicators have both the option of speaking and the option of danger. When you need to communicate with someone, press the button on the right and then mention on behalf of who you want to speak to. Pressing the button on the left will send us a signal to warn us if there are problems with Eggman or some of the robots, so we will come to your aid. If another type of problem occurs that does not involve Eggman still call us to help with anything." Tails told them explaining the functionality of the communicators.

"That's it?" Fenneko asked.

"Almost. We discovered that the beings who were brought to this universe or to this city because of chaos control ended up absorbing into their bodies some of the chaos energy, which is inactive within them, but these communicators can capture that energy when they are close to you" said Tails.

"Well that will make things easier" said Gori.

"Well, with this, all you need to know is ready. Meet us again here at 4:00 PM," Knuckles said.

They all nodded and left.

…

Retsuko, Fenneko and Judy were in the south of the city, they had just got off the subway and was walking random streets trying to find whoever they had to find. Easier said than done, though, since they didn't even know who to look for in the first place. While looking they decided to have a conversation. Judy took advantage and told Retsuko and Fenneko how she met Nick and Finnick and the first big mission that she solved with Nick's help.

"I see that you experienced a dangerous situation" said Fenneko.

"It was, these days I miss solving cases like that. But with two children at home I cannot expose myself to so many dangers. Although it was not the only case that I solved of that magnitude "said Judy.

"Was there another?" Retsuko asked.

"Yes, when Nick and I were already working together in the police station, the chief entrusted us that we had to work together with Jack who had assigned a mission in which would have to work with the Zootopia police department to catch a criminal who was hidden in the city. At first Jack was quite distant with us, and he didn't talk to us unless it was something to do with the mission. After we asked Finnick to help him work as an undercover agent and find information on the criminal. When he found out and fled the city, the four of us went after him. When we cornered him, there was an exchange of gunfire where Jack was wounded. Nick and I got him out of the place while Finnick for his part managed to take care of the criminal" Judy replied.

"Wow, I guess that was a critical moment for everyone," Retsuko said.

"And how did Jack recover and become closer to you?" Asked Fenneko.

"While Jack recovered he explained to us that the reason he was distant with us was because in the past he carried out various missions with other companions with whom he became good friends, but he was always unlucky that each time that one died in the line of duty, Jack blamed himself for it. That was why he promised himself not to have friends and only to have professional relationships. After learning about it, we convinced him that it was not good to be alone, and that if his companions were here they would be disappointed in the lonely lifestyle that he decided to take. Jack fell silent and let several tears escape from his eyes. Nick, Finnick, and I could tell from his expression that it was the first time he'd cried in years. I gave him a hug to comfort him, he reciprocated it and it was clear that he really needed comfort at that time. After that event, Jack decided to return to live in Zootopia, since until that moment he lived in the agency. And he became a close friend of the three of us," Judy replied.

"At least everything ended well in the end," Retsuko said.

Suddenly the conversation was interrupted when their communicators began to blink, they looked to see that they were not calls or signals from Eggman. Which means that they are close to those who are searching. But as the place was packed with various city dwellers it would be difficult to locate them.

They were so distracted watching the communicator that they ended up accidentally crashing with two beings that were walking in the opposite direction. All three fell to the ground.

"You are fine," said a male voice.

"If we're okay" Retsuko replied.

When the rabbit, the red panda and the fennec looked up, they saw two lynxes in front of them. One was taller than them, almost the height of Nick, Haida, and Ookami. The other was shorter than the first, but taller than Judy.

The tallest lynx was white with red stripes on the ears, on the arms, on the lower part of the eyes, on the tail and on the chin. The fur on either side of his jaw looked like a short beard. He had quite thick black eyebrows. The pupils of his eyes were yellow while the irises were brown. His nose was red. The tip of her tail was hairy. His body was quite muscular build. He wore a sleeveless black T-shirt, black pants with a black belt, and brown boots.

The shortest lynx was yellow with brown stripes on the ears, arms, and tail. He had quite thick brown eyebrows. The pupils of his eyes were white while the irises were green. His nose was deep pink. The tip of his tail was hairy. Unlike the other lynx, his build was slightly slimmer. He wore an orange t-shirt with blue short sleeves, blue pants with a black belt, brown gloves, brown boots and a flat brown hat with her ears poking out. On his back he carried what appeared to be a silver-colored backpack, which strangely looked metallic.

"Let us help you" said the white lynx holding out his hand.

The yellow lynx also held out command of him to help them.

Retsuko and Fenneko got up with the help of the taller lynx, while Judy got up with the help of the shorter lynx.

"Thank you very much" all three said at the same time.

"You're welcome," said the shorter lynx.

"I guess they were worried about something they didn't see where they were walking" said the taller lynx.

"Eh well, we were looking for someone, but we don't know who he is exactly," Fenneko said.

"And how do you know who you are looking for?" the taller lynx asked.

"It's complicated, I can only say that they are not from here, but we know that they have been in this city for 3 months after a strange event happened," said Judy.

"You mean a white light that enveloped the whole place and that when it disappeared we ended up in this city" said the shorter lynx.

The rabbit, the red panda and the fennec were surprised to hear that.

"Yes exactly," Retsuko said.

"Did that happen to you too?" the two lynxes asked at the same time.

"Not us, but who sent us to look for you, yes" Fenneko replied.

"If you don't mind, we could ask you a few questions about what happened to you," Judy said.

"Of course, but not here. Let's go to another place not so crowded" said the tallest lynx.

While the tallest lynx was with the three girls, the shortest lynx was a little further behind when suddenly a voice began to speak to him.

"You're sure we should trust them," said the backpack on his back that turned out to be actually a small green-eyed robot, who contracted his limbs to pass like a backpack.

"Of course, they know those who can help us get back to our planet" said the shorter lynx.

Finally they came to a small cafeteria and ordered some coffee. Then they sat at the table furthest from the rest of the customers.

"So what are their names?" Judy asked.

"My name is Ratchet," said the shorter lynx.

"And my name is Alister Azimuth" said the tallest lynx.

The three girls showed up with the two linx.

"Where do they come from?" Fenneko asked.

"Well we were both born on the planet Fastoon, which is now in ruins," Alister replied.

"And before I got here I was residing on the planet Veldin" Ratchet replied.

"So you are aliens?" Restuko asked.

"Well, you could say that yes, our species is known as Lombax" said Alister.

"But it seems that we are quite similar to the inhabitants of this planet, so we go unnoticed," said Ratchet.

"Where are Fastoon and Veldin left?" Judy asked.

"Faston is located in the Polaris galaxy, while Veldin is located in the Solana galaxy," Ratchet replied.

"Both galaxies are close to each other, but unfortunately they are located very far from this galaxy," added Alister.

"And tell us, what were you doing before you got here?" Retsuko asked.

"I'm a hero who is in charge of defeating criminals and galactic supervillains, I had just returned home from a mission, it was night when suddenly the entire area where I live lit up white. When I found out, I had appeared in this city on top of a building. Fortunately there were no more inhabitants near where I lived because if they hadn't ended up here too," Ratchet replied.

"In my case, you may not believe it, but I'm not supposed to be alive right now. It was assumed that I had passed away a few years ago, in a sacrifice to save Ratchet and the universe, from an event that was going to happen because of me, and in the subsequent explosion I ended up dying. I don't know what happened before arriving on this planet, since I was deceased, but the first thing I remember was waking up on this planet again alive and with my body restored, and with Ratchet hugging me with joy that he was from I'm coming back" Alister replied.

"If it weren't for the strange things we've been through since yesterday, it would have been hard to believe them, but taking into account what we're going through, their stories don't seem strange to me. By the way, what's the name of your little robot friend that comes with you" asked Fenneko.

"What do you mean Fenneko?" Retsuko asked.

"Don't tell me you didn't hear Ratchet talking to someone on our way here and looking at his back as he did so?" Fenneko said.

Alister and Ratchet made her nervous, to notice that he noticed.

"Don't worry, we will be careful so no one notices," Fenneko said.

"Okay," Ratchet said, taking off what looked like a backpack and putting it on the table.

What looked like a backpack, then he took the form of a small robot of a shorter stature than Retsuko and Fenneko.

"Judy, Retsuko, Fenneko, this is Clank, he is my best friend and we have had many adventures together" said Ratchet.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," said Clank.

"The taste is ours" said the three girls.

"So you know what that light was that brought us here," Clank asked.

The three girls began to explain the story that Sonic and the others had told them. Once the two Lombaxes and the robot were finished, they finally understood why they got there, although still wondering why Alister came back to life.

"First of all, we have to tell those who sent us to look for them that we already found them," Retsuko said.

Judy took the communicator from her, pressed the right button, and said that she wanted to talk to Tails.

"Hi Tails, this is Judy. We already found the first group that was teleported here by the chaos control. Did you guys go out of town? Oh I understand. Don't worry, we can do that. Bye," Judy said.

"What happened?" Fenneko asked.

"They left the city, they found traces of the master emerald, so they went looking for it and Jack accompanied them" Judy replied.

"And what will we do now?" Retsuko asked.

"Well, they told me to take them to the apartment and wait for them to come back," Judy replied.

"They have no problem accompanying us" Retsuko asked the two Lombaxes and the robot.

"Of course not," Ratchet replied for all three.

After that, Clank hid his limbs from him again, Ratchet put it back on as if it were a backpack. They all paid for their coffee and left the cafeteria in the direction of Gori's apartment.

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"Hey, Maxwell... I know I sometimes like to badger you, but I did have to tell you that I watched WW84 twice this week and cried both times when you got back to Alister, okay? That's like, only the second piece of media you all have been in to do that, and I just wanted to say that I think you're raising a good kid."

Maxwell looks extremely surprised, then smiles almost sheepishly. “He’s a pretty amazing kid. Thank you.” He looks for a moment over at Grogu. “No magic powers or anything. But... maybe that’s for the best.”

#asks #maxwell #hdlynn

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ayma-nidiot · 4 years

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In the White Light - Prideshipping fic Chapter 6

Also on AO3.

Chapter 6 – Like A Red Rose

Huh? Where am I? Kaiba had reawakened in a place that didn’t appear to be his plane. To add to his confusion, his surroundings seemed unusually… tall. So, Alister has send me to a giants’ world, has he? Another hallucination… I know I’m still on the plane!

Just then, three boys began to storm in from the trap door above. “Oh boy, oh boy, some food! Finally!”

“Say, Tony, maybe we can play chess after dinner!”

“Okay, Dennis, I’m up to it! We deserve a break after what we’ve gone through.”

Is that… Kaiba had to do a double-take at the third boy who entered. He looks just like Mokuba…

“I don’t know about Aaron up there, haha!”

Aaron felt hurt by Tony’s words, but he eventually noticed Kaiba sitting on the table. “Oh? What a cute little dragon!”

L-Little? Kaiba growled and attacked, but all that came out was a tiny ball of light.

“Aww, he’s so cute!” Aaron picked Kaiba off the table and started to pet him. “Can we keep him?”

Brat! …Huh? Kaiba looked into a mirror nearby. Sure enough he was in dragon form, but no bigger than a housecat. Aaaah! I look like one of Pegasus’ toon monsters!

“No can do, man. We can’t afford dinner for four!”

“Hmph!” Defying his friends, Aaron picked some food off the tiny dining table and fed it to a barely willing Kaiba.

“Hey, that’s mine!” Dennis nearly threw a fork at Aaron. “You’re going to pay for that!”

“And we mean literally,” Tony added. “How about you and your new pet go get us dessert. Hahaha!”

Without thinking, Kaiba snapped back, “Are you brats always this friendly?”

“Whoah!” Tony dropped his spoon. “He can talk!”

You and me both, Kaiba thought, not impressed at his pipsqueak-sounding voice.

“Okay, we’ll get your stupid dessert!” As Aaron carried him out, Kaiba gave the boys one last snarl before they crossed the trap door. I won’t fall for any of this, Alister!

“Wow, a dragon that can talk!” Aaron sounded amazed as he walked out. “Maybe when you grow big and strong, you can finally squash KaibaCorp! All right, I’ll go find you some food while I go look for dessert, too!”

Ugh, don’t remind me… For once, Kaiba could keep his power-hungry tendencies in check, and was thankful for it. “Say, Aaron… When did all of this KaibaCorp nonsense start?”

“I don’t really know… It feels like it’s been forever.” Aaron jumped onto a nearby ledge. “Let me think… Gozaburo bought out our land about a year ago, then when we refused to move, he started attacking. That’s when I met my friends… I know they seem mean, but they work really hard just to find me something to eat. I kind of owe it to them to return the favour.”

“Oh, I see…” Kaiba frowned, feeling a little ashamed. My father… What a repulsive man he was.

“Hey, are you okay, little guy?” Aaron stopped walking.

“It’s… It’s nothing.” It’s also a good thing that I’m not wearing my usual clothes, complete with the KaibaCorp logo.

“Well, if you insist.” Aaron continued down the ledge. “We shouldn’t stay in place for too long, or Gozaburo’s men might find us. A lot of my old classmates had to go hide… I hope they’re okay. It’s a good thing us kids are so small, haha!”

Alister, I think I’ve learned a long time ago that my stepfather hurt you! I’ve seen enough!

Aaron’s next words disturbed any further thoughts. “Say, do you want to play chess when we get back?”

“Huh? Where did that… Er, of course! I was the best when I was young.”

“But you’re already young.”

Crap… Well, I’m not lying. “Wait… Aaron, look over there.” Kaiba nudged his head to his right, indicating a tower of smoke.

“Oh no! That’s where the hideout is! Quick, uh… What should I call you?”

“Seto is fine.”

“Let’s go, Seto! We have to save my friends!”

“Wait! It’s too dangerous!” Kaiba tried to break free and stop Aaron, but that only made him tighten his grip.

When he arrived at the scene, the entire hideout was in flames, and all Aaron could really see was the frame of the building. “Oh no! They might be trapped!”

“No!” Kaiba released himself from Aaron’s hold and pulled him by the collar, vigorously flapping his wings.

“Please, Seto!” Aaron’s voice sounded different this time.

“Mokuba?” Kaiba stared at the brief mirage of his younger brother before he could hear tanks nearby.

“Aah! It’s KaibaCorp! Quick, we need to find a new hiding spot!”

“Grr… Face me, Alister, you coward!” With a loud roar, Kaiba could not only feel himself grow, but also turn back into a human. “Let’s finish this duel!”

The mirage of Aaron disappeared, with Y-Dragon Head and X-Head Cannon taking its place. But the former didn’t last long, as with a quick blast, one of the tanks had taken it out.

“Hahaha! Feeling the burn yet?” At last, Alister had shown his face.

“What burn? Your mind games aren’t working anymore! See, your little illusion you call a ‘friend’ is already gone!”

“But it is no illusion. You see, those were my three best friends growing up. We also had a pet cat that Aaron and I particularly loved. He was one of the few happy moments in our lives back then… We all looked out for one another, and the cat even brought us a few scraps of food every now and then. But he died trying to protect us from a tank, and that’s when the tanks ran my other friends out of town!”

“…”

“So now you’ve had a taste of my past, and you’ll see how it feels to be attack by the tanks that ruined my life. Oh, and by the way, I thought I’d like to mention what’s happened in our current reality. I just used a trap card called Tank Corps, powering up my KC One Crayton and giving it 1500 extra attack points. I had more than enough to defeat your Y-Dragon Head and inflict 2000 life points of damage on to you. So now, I place a card face down. Your turn!”

“My Y-Dragon Head is down but not out! I use Monster Reborn to bring it back! Now say hello to XYZ Dragon Cannon! And thanks to its special ability, I’ll discard one of my cards to get rid of one of yours! Your Tank Corps is gone!”

“Oh!” Alister turned around as he watched the tanks around him blow up, leaving only the KC One Crayton in its place.

“Now, XYZ Dragon Cannon, attack!”

With six blasts of light, the XYZ Dragon Cannon struck its foe, creating a storm of light that took everyone back to the real world.

“Hm. I should have expected this brutish behaviour from you. You really are just like your father after all! That’s why… That’s why I’m going to end you today, so that people like you will get the suffering they deserve, and the less fortunate can live in peace!”

“Shut up, you- Aah!” Kaiba wobbled as the plane started to nosedive. Oh no… Mokuba! He’s in the cockpit!

“I wouldn’t worry too much about your brother if I were you. It’s a shame you can’t even protect him… Now you know how it feels. And you’ll suffer even more when I take your soul, then that of your precious pharaoh!”

Kaiba blushed, but still keeping up his usual anger. “What the hell do you know?”

“You saw what he did back there… He sees you as nothing but an enemy, a monster to save the world from. Do you really think he could ever fall for you?”

“That’s none of your damned business!”

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.” Alister drew another card.

Despite how concerned Kaiba felt for his brother, Mokuba could handle the plane fairly well, even though he was so small. “Oh! Roland, am I glad to see you!”

“Mr. Mokuba! What’s the matter?”

“There’s no time to explain… Seto and I are on a plane that’s about to crash land! You gotta send help!”

“On it, sir!”

“Mr. Mokuba!” Another one of KaibaCorp’s employees came onto the video call. “I’ll help you fly the plane! Just follow my instructions word-for-word, got it?”

“You got it!”

“Push the buttons on the right…”

“Uh huh.” After following a few more instructions, Mokuba had barely averted the mountain ahead. “Yay! Now I can just put the plane back on autopilot and go see if Seto’s okay.”

Meanwhile, Alister felt so confident in himself, despite the heavy hit he just took. “I summon Kinetic Soldier in attack mode! I play Junk Dealer to bring back Science Soldier and Cyber Soldier of Dark World back with half of their original attack points! Next, I activate my trap, Soldier Revolt, to destroy all of your in-play cards and the cards in your hand when I have these three monsters on the field! Next…”

“There’s… a next?”

“You bet there is! I now play Sky Union… Now get ready for my strongest monster, the Air Fortress Ziggurat! Not only is it strong – both naturally and from the Seal – I can summon a Robot Token for every turn it’s in play.”

“This is nothing…” Kaiba drew one of his cards – one that hurt him badly in the duel with Yami Yugi, but one that he couldn’t be more thankful for now.

“Seto! Please, stop this duel!”

Ignoring his brother’s pleas, Kaiba continued, “I use Pot of Greed to draw two cards. I place one card face down, and now my turn is done.”

“And so are you! Air Fortress Ziggurat, attack his life points directly!”

“Not so fast! My face down card lets me use your Junk Dealer, and I protect my life points with Judge Man!”

“So? You’re just delaying the inevitable.”

Kaiba could hear the faint sound of choppers in the distance. “The only thing that’s inevitable here is my rescue – and your doom.”

“So you even hide behind your army of cronies like Gozaburo! Raaaaa!” Alister’s anger grew more profound, increasing not only the Seal’s power, but also damage to the place.

“Forget about that snake! I’ll make sure you do with Soul Exchange! I know I can’t take your Ziggurat, but I can take the tokens! Then I use these tokens… as tribute for one of my strongest monsters! The Blue-Eyes White Dragon!”

“Seto, don’t!” Mokuba cried.

“Ngh…” Upon playing this card, Kaiba’s back pain and nausea started to set in.

“You know if you use that card, you could go mad again, right?” Alister teased. “Then you’ll turn back into a dragon and feel the pain when the pharaoh attacks you again. So you’re not going to win either way! It’s either become that dragon the pharaoh hates or lose your soul to the Seal of Orichalcos!”

With a strong mind, Kaiba managed to wear his pain off. “You’re wrong. I’ve made a vow today that I will stay strong and not let the curse take me again. But enough about me… Our monsters now have an equal attack power of 3000.”

“Hmm, such fighting spirit!” On his seventh turn, Alister spoke up, “I activate Toy Robot Box, discarding three cards to summon three more robots! I’ll use one of them to activate my Spell Canceller.”

“So stopping violence… with more violence. Maybe you’re the one who’s like Gozaburo. What would your brother say?”

“Y-You know nothing, cur! Now, my Ziggurat, attack his-”

“A wasted effort. I activate Tyrant Wing, giving my Blue-Eyes 400 attack points!”

“Way to go!” Mokuba cheered.

Mokuba… I’ll protect you. “Now I can take down your Ziggurat!”

Now I’ve only got 1000 life points… Alister thought as he began to lose hope. “You’re going to lose…”

“If you didn’t notice, you’ve got no monsters, and I’ve got my Blue-Eyes!”

“I didn’t mean the duel… If I have to lose my soul to Orichalcos, then I’m taking you and your fucking little brother with me!” Alister declared as the plane’s propellers stopped.

“You will do no such thing! I summon… The Fang of Critias! He fuses with my Tyrant Wing and Blue-Eyes White Dragon to create… The Blue-Eyes Tyrant Dragon!”

“No… No, it can’t be!”

“Tyrant Dragon, destroy those tokens and eliminate the rest of Alister’s life points!”

“Hah… Hah…” Alister panted as he fell to the floor in defeat. “I’ve… lost.”

“Alister!” Mokuba fully expected what was to come next. “No, don’t go!”

“Mikey…” Alister stretched out his hand with the Dyna-Dude action figure in it. “Mikey, forgive me… I’m not a good older brother… So I deserve… this…”

“Alister…” Even after everything Alister did to him, Mokuba couldn’t help but shed a tear for the man who just lost his soul.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have time to worry about him! This plane’s about to crash!”

“Th-Then we’ve got to do something!” Mokuba led Kaiba to the cockpit. “No! What are we gonna… Seto, look at your Duel Disk! It’s glowing!”

“Yug, look, your Duel Disk is glowing!” Joey alerted from several thousand feet below.

“Yours, too! Ah! Timaeus! Hermos!”

“Look!” Téa was the first to notice the crash-landing plane. “The dragons are saving that plane!”

“We’ve got to go see!” Tristan suggested. “Hurry!”

As the friends got closer to their destination, Yami Yugi noticed the third dragon as well. “It’s Critias! Could it be…”

“Yug, watch out! The plane is crash landing now!”

Aided by the dragons and the soft lakeside, the plane landed with only minor damage – something that Kaiba was certainly thankful for as he exited.

“It's...” Téa pointed. “It’s one of Kaiba’s planes!”

“Hmm?” Kaiba noticed Téa, Joey, and Tristan first. “Oh great, if it isn’t the Dweeb Patrol. What are you doing here?”

“Listen, rich boy, we’re the one who should be asking questions. Who is that you’re carrying?”

“…Just some guy I dueled on this plane.”

“By the looks of it, his soul… It got lost to Orichalcos, didn’t it?” Téa remarked. “Then… We’ve got to get him to the hospital, too.”

“‘Too?’”

“It’s a long story, but Weevil Underwood and Rex Raptor lost their souls, too,” Tristan replied. “And all for some petty revenge.”

“Anyway, we were looking for you! Especially Yug over there, he was pretty eager to see you again.”

“Yugi… He’s here?” Kaiba felt the butterflies again – but they were the good kind now. “L-Let me see him!”

And just like that, Yami Yugi revealed himself to Kaiba once more, staring at him with a pleasant silence.

“Yugi…” Kaiba could feel his heart pounding as he took a step forward.

To his surprise, it was Yami Yugi who took the first approach – and a very emotional one at that. “Kaiba… Oh gods, Kaiba, I thought I had lost you for good!”

Kaiba didn’t know what to make about the fact that a pharaoh – a revered king – just knelt in front of him while crying.

“I’m… so glad… I thought I had failed to save you… I thought I had… Eh? What are you doing?”

In the midst of his thoughts, Kaiba had given Yami Yugi a strong hug, bringing him back to his feet in the process. That’s right… Ever since our first duel, I have felt this way. Even more than a rival, pharaoh… You are…

“…beautiful…” Kaiba pushed the long golden bangs out of the way to get a better look at Yami Yugi’s eyes. His eyes… I thought they were purple before, but they glow like a red rose.

“What? Kaiba, this isn’t funny- Mph!”

Any insignificant thoughts Yami Yugi might have had at that moment were stifled in Kaiba’s kiss.

#yugioh #prideshipping #kaiba x yami yugi #kaiba x atem #fanfiction

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starryem0461 · 5 years

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The Story of How I Found RaC: Happy Birthday, ACIT!

This series, man. What can I say about it? I’ll start with how I first learned of it. Back in 2017, the remastered trilogy of Crash Bandicoot games was released, and it caught my interest. Growing up on Nintendo products, I was vaguely aware of CB, as well as other PlayStation titles, but this was something I’d never really seen before.

Through the magic of YouTube algorithms, I was exposed to other big titles, and my interest shifted to Sly Cooper. The story fascinated me, and I watched the cutscenes of all the games over the span of a few months. Similarly, my interest shifted to Jak and Daxter, but those both eventually faded, as do many of my past focuses. (I have Asbergers, and I tend to hyperfixate on one main concept at a time.)

Regardless, these games inspired me to research games of the times more. A stray video appeared, one that had a phrase I’d heard before, but had very little context for: “Ratchet and Clank”. (I’m such a space nerd, I’m surprised I didn’t find the series sooner, honestly.)

The video? Ratchet’s death in A Crack in Time.

The anger and desperation in Alister’s actions, the pain in Clank’s voice, how the viewer hears Ratchet’s heart slow to a stop. I didn’t cry, but I truly felt my heart hurt for the duo. It touched me, and in that one instant, I was inspired to learn more about what brought them to that moment.

I started from the beginning, felt fitting to do so. I saw how bitter Ratchet was to Clank in the beginning, and thought he was a complete and utter jerk. I saw how he started to become a better person for having a voice of reason.

I saw their friendship evolve over the years, as they cared for and protected each other. I watched as they fought so many battles, how the people in their lives came and went.

And when Clank was taken by the Zoni in ToD, I watched as Ratchet struggled to breathe, on the verge of tears because the only stability he had in his life since he was a teenager, was suddenly gone. Vanished without a trace.

And I cried for him as he quietly looked to the others for support.

Fast forward to 2018, and I get a PS Plus subscription trial, because the free game is RaC 2016. (At the time, I had no money to buy the other games.) I played it, and immediately fell in love with the game. I was aware of the original story, and I prefer the original story, but I appreciate the movie/reboot story for what it was trying to do.

A bit later, I’m lent the original trilogy’s PS3 port, as well as ToD and ACIT. I wanted to play ACIT first, but my disc was damaged beyond playability. Pausing would crash the game, and it always crashed on Quantos, before you reach the village.

So I decided to order another copy and play the originals first, as well as purchase my own copy of the trilogy.(Funny story, I had to order ACIT twice. The first time, Amazon gave me ToD. The second copy is the PAL version, not the US version!)

I loved them all, and I finally got to the scene that started it all. This time, I saw how much depth was behind that scream, how much pain was really in the context. I’d seen the people Ratchet and Clank were, who they’d become, and I cried for them.

I fought Alister Azimuth for the first time with a pit of guilt in my stomach that screamed “I don’t want to do this, but I have to. I’m so sorry.” I’d never been this emotionally involved in a video game boss battle. Heck, every time I replay it, that pit is still there.

I knew what would happen after the smoke cleared, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt.

Alister Azimuth looks back to Ratchet, and gives his last words. “Take care of yourself, Ratchet.” And I began to cry once more. This time, for a tortured soul that made two foolish mistakes, believing it would have been for the best, and him paying with his life to fix his final mistake.

And after it was all over, I saw the light return to Ratchet’s eyes as Clank jumps into Aphelion. A light that probably hadn’t truly been there since Clank was taken. He grips the steering wheel with a fire in his gut that screams that he’s ready to take on the universe, as long as Clank is by his side.

And as they fly off into deep space, my tears cease, and Orvus speaks. “The universe has a wonderful sense of humor. The trick is learning how to take a joke!”

As I discovered the series, I found discord friends that have inspired me to give back to the series through writing, something I thought I’d never do after school.

I never liked writing.

But RaC, as well as the friends i’ve made through it, have inspired me in ways I never thought possible. For that, I thank Insomniac Games, the voices and writers behind the series, my discord friends, and all of those who support me and my own writing, from the bottom of my heart.

The universe truly does have a wonderful sense of humor, and I’m loving the joke.

#ratchet and clank #ratchet & clank #a crack in time #personal rant

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betratyal · 5 years

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the first clear thought in years: I REFUSE TO DIE.

JACOB BATALON? No, that’s actually PETER PETTIGREW from the MARAUDERS ERA. You know, the child of AMBROSIA PETTIGREW and ALISTER MCALISTER? Only 20 years old, this GRYFFINDOR alumni works as a DISH WASHER and is sided with HIMSELF. HE/THEY identifies as AGENDER and is a HALFBLOOD who is known to be CUNNING, HUMOROUS and ALLOCENTRIC but also OBSESSIVE, PASSIVE and COWARDLY.

LINKS – pinboard, stats, app. CHARACTER PARALLELS – winston bishop ( new girl ), sid jenkins ( skins ), charles boyle ( b99 ), edmund pevensie ( narnia ), eric forman ( that 70s show ), bunny corcoran ( the secret history ) AESTHETIC – ketchup stains on band shirts, an incomprehensible minute long string of curses, tracing the veins in your wrist, the smell of breakfast and fresh coffee, card tricks at three in the morning, freddie mercury impersonations, lying on the floor of the kitchen staring a the ceiling for three hours, trembling hands holding a joint, a guilty grin. HEADS UP – this intro contains mentions of bullying, death, mental illness (eating disorders (bed & bulimia) and depression and anxiety), self destructive tendencies and weed. ive trigger warned each bullet point where it comes up.

history ( 1960 - 1978 )

peter was born to ambrosia pettigrew, a halfblooded scottish-filipino witch. his father -- a muggle -- was not in the picture and hadn’t been ever since he’d learned of ambrosia’s pregnancy; he would sent her money every now and then, in the first years of peter’s life, but was never in the picture. ( and that was for the best, thought ambrosia; she didn’t love him, and he was a muggle, but still --- she was heartbroken and wished that she could give more to her son ).

peter grew up living with his mother in a small flat in glasgow. his grandparents lived nearby, and he spent a lot of time with them. peter learned how to be alone from a young age, with his mother working a lot and he himself lacking friends and peers to waste the days with --- as a child, he delved into fictional worlds ( superhero comics, roald dahl novels, animated tv shows ) and found friends there.

bullying tw / went to muggle elementary as well, but never felt at home there. he was the odd one out: his clothes didn’t fit well, his nervous habits were annoying to his classmates, his words were too clumsy and his eyes too shifty. he didn’t mind not having friends ( or so he thought, until he did have them ) but he did mind being picked on and teased. end of tw

death tw / his grandmother died when he was seven and it was devastating; peter’s family was so small and compact, his social world so limited, that it had a huge impact. his relationship with his grandfather did grow much stronger through it. end of tw

and then peter finally went to hogwarts! and peter made friends for the FIRST TIME. and he found a second home! ah, my god --- peter was so happy, he was really so hyped and in awe of his life and his friends. it all felt a bit surreal; especially because he looked up to james and sirius and remus so much --- james, mainly, but all of them were so amazing, and he was so amazed that they liked him, too.

peter always loved heroes. he loves comic books and people who save the day and get the girl and do it all. i think he kind of … projected that onto james and sirius especially? did not know how to do this friendship thing as an 11 year old tbh, was a mess, was blinded by their amazingness damn, and thus kind of hero worshipped them, didn’t see their flaws and faults.

re: peter being a gryffindor; peter admires heroism and bravery and chivalry, and it’s your values that get you sorted some place. and he always did try to be brave, and he WAS in a lot of moments, because he became a damn animagus for his bud! i mean! he was not a hatstall btw — i choose to ignore that stupid bit of post canon. it took a while for the hat, sure, but no more than two minutes.

peter was a pretty bad student, to be honest. not because he was stupid, but because he’s just not build for school. deadlines? exams? homework? no thank you --- those were both sources of stress and horribly tedious things and peter was much too occupied with shenanigans and having fun. peter learned better in different settings: he got very good at certain charms because they allowed him to be lazy ( hello, accio! ) and was able to put his mind to becoming an animagus because there was a necessity and a proper motivation, and became better at potions because of all the hangover potions he brew.

becoming an animagus for remus was ! important ! to peter ! he did it for remus, not because of peer pressure, or anything else — he did it because it was right, and his friend deserved it and ! he did it, too, because he could. sure, his transfig grades may have been more than poor, but the kid did have some skill. he just needed motivation, which mcgonagall didn’t give (bc. she scared him.) and this situation? motivated the hell out of him.

peter would be lying if he said he wasn’t taken a bit aback when he learned about remus’ lycanthropy — not because he was scared of him, to be honest, but he was just ? shocked ? he was more scared for remus, and so sad? so fucking sad for him? : ( he cried

he also loved spending his time at hogwarts playing games; from muggle card games to chess to gobstones. collected chocolate frogs Very Seriously as well, and still does tbh.

weed & anxiety tw / peter started smoking pot in the summer between his fourth and fifth year, and never really stopped. it made him slack more at school, but also eased his anxiety, which had started to develop in his fourth year. as months passed, peter became more and more of a stoner, which made him both more relaxed and funnier, but also … a whole of a lot lazier. end of weed tw

peter had always been a bit … fidgety, easily on edge, a bit nervous, but he’d never really known anxiety until around fourteen years old. his insecurities grew, as he started comparing himself more to his friends and finding nothing but things he lacked in comparison to them, and questions as to why they put up with him. end of anxiety tw

so his schooldays mostly looked like … doing nothing, playing games, having fun with his mates, getting high, forgetting his homework, stressing about homework, and somewhere, in a tiny corner of his being, worrying about the war. whenever those worries started coming up, though, he was able to push them away, because the war was not yet there, not for him at least. there was graduation to worry about first, and once that was done, then he could worry about the war.

post graduation - now ( 1978 - 1980 )

peter joins the order along with his friends, because it was what was right. peter believes in their cause, hates the death eaters, hates discrimination and racism and terrorism --- of course he fucking does, and so he joins, even though he feels incompetent. i have written a lot about this in his app too, which is linked above!

he starts working as a dishwasher in muggle glasgow, preferring a bit of a break from the wizarding world every now and then. peter’s not unambitious, per se, but he doesn’t have enough faith in himself to try and pursue a career ( and besides, what’s the point in the midst of a war? ). plus, peter doesnt need any more stress on his plate, and dish washing is laidback and at least kind of fun.

depression & weed & eating disorder (bed/bulimia) tw | peter feels useless in the order, though. he seems to lack the skills, the guts, the everything that the people around him have. before, their heroics mightve inspired him; now they just make him feel like a shitty person, like a burden. peter starts secluding himself a little, hiding in his mother’s home. he smokes more pot. he sometimes goes almost week without seeing someone besides his mum and his coworkers. he watches too much telly and reads comics and drowns in fictional worlds and he becomes depressed. he sinks into it without noticing and can’t come back from it. his eating habits ( which have always bordered on unhealthy ) turn worse; peter binges, and then restricts, falls into a cycle. it’s the only routine he has.

when he’s around his friends, he lives up a little. he cracks jokes and wants to play games and laughs and feels a bit more alive, but he always craves his time on his own. that’s his new way to feel safe: to stick to his newly found routine, hidden in his room, away from reality. | end of tw

the idea to join the death eaters comes out of fear. peter feels like the order is losing, and feels like death is inevitable. i dont know how true this is, but the fact is that the death eaters are ruthless and that his life is on the line because of his position. i wrote a Lot about this in his app too, so if u want a more comprehensive explanation i’d def read it here, its the second hc!

he joins, because he thinks it will give him a saver position. play both sides, play for the winning side --- he’s always had a bit of an opportunistic streak, which definitely helps sway his decision. in the end he’s just afraid of dying, and that’s why he joins; he’s twenty, his life has hardly started --- he doesn’t want to die, no cause is worth that, none at all. ( he should have just ran )

he joins in may 1978, for timeline reasons, so he’s been a death eater for only a few months. it’s been a lot different than he imagined ----- peter thought he’d blend in the background quietly, that he’d have to do shitty jobs ( which is true ) and that he’d be left alone. he underestimated it, because well --- he was desperate when he joined, and he didn’t think about the consequences, and he didn’t think about how voldemort’s cruelty wasn’t just reserved for his enemies but for his followers, too. there’s no stepping out of line with the death eaters; mistakes are not treated lightly and peter --- afraid, a bit of a bumbling idiot, learns this quite soon.

his function is mostly just to be a spy; relay information and share plans, name members, etcetera. he’s not very active because he’s a spy, but i imagine that he is present at the bigger meetings. AND FML HE’S GOOD AT IT! he’s good at lying and sneaking and being a sly bastard --- he used those skills for pranks, once. now he uses it to betray his fellow prankers : D

peter, at that point, hates himself. he’s always had a bit of self loathing, but it’s gained the upper hand now and he’s drowning in it; it does allow for him to ignore his conscience, though, for him to ignore the reality and just stew in his negativity. he’s got a woe is me mentality, for sure, and he’s so god damn passive about his situation.

timeclash reaction.

peter’s reaction to the timeclash was ... a lot. i wrote about it in his app, so if u want to read my whole ass rambling, i rec that. but tldr: he’s shocked, at what he becomes. the peter he is now is a traitor, yes, but he’s not yet the person who ends up betraying james and lily and harry, who frames sirius --- and it’s ground shattering to find out that he’s on the road to become such a person.

self destructiveness, weed, alcohol tw / his self loathing grows more. peter wasn’t doing very well before, but the timeclash makes something snap inside him --- he abandons his needs, punishes himself in small ways, loses sight of himself. he drinks and smokes too much. he’s so scared of himself. he’s in hiding, when he first finds out, scared of his friends and the death eaters and the order members and the people from the future who have met a worse version of him end of tws

part of peter is also like “i havent done any of these things yet, i know i am not the BEST person but i am still . not That Bad! stop being mad for something i havent done yet!”

around this time, he’s realising that he can either keep hiding, that he can completely destroy himself and all the ties he has, or he can take this opportunity to change his course. to not become the person all these people from the future know, to change change change, to make up for the wrongs he has committed and the wrongs he will commit if he keeps on going the way he is --- and that’s where he’s at now.

on another hand, he definitely watched all the star wars movies that came out over the past 50 yrs and hates kylo ren and cried when han died!!! he is in awe of the mcu movies but also thinks they did the comics dirty. i wish someone would introduce him to video games bc he would cry from happiness.

personality & details

OKAY onto the fun stuff, that was way too depressing and peter is usually a comedic icon

peter parker is his favourite superhero just because … they share a first name and because peter parker is a bit of an underdog too and peter is just like! amazing! he named his owl parker.

he hates cats. used to love them — he was allowed to take the cat from home with him to hogwarts when he was eleven, but he brought him back home after an unfortunate incident where his cat nearly ate him while he was in his animagus form. “sorry ma, i don’t love him any more. here. have him.”

peter is actually a solid cook. this is because he learned to make some basic food when he was still a kid, first with his grandma, and later on his own. he liked doing it for his mother and he was. .. good at it? peter is also just passionate about food and finds comfort in cooking. breakfast food and baked goods are Prime Food Categories.

he is asexual af, panromantic. has kissed both guys and gals and nb pals but did not like it??? confused. does not understand sexuality and all that jazz but tries not to think abt it because like! he’s got enough stress! doesnt need to think abt this!

peter is also agender, but i think he’s a lot less aware about this, because it’s confusing and so he just tries not to think about it. he does feel okay with he/him pronouns, but just doesn’t feel connected at all to being a boy/man

peter has abandonment issues because his dad, well, never even bothered to be there. not even for a second. he’s just constantly scared that people will leave and it’s funny, because he will probably end up abandoning all of his loved ones KDJFHSDF.

peter is quite non confrontational but also not … meek? he just avoids it, either by physically staying out of people’s way or by dismissing most of the things said and getting out of there. a Passive Kid.

he’s such a fucking dork i swear to god. but he’s funny! peter is really funny. i deeply believe in this. he makes great puns and is able to just come out of nowhere and make a comment that just. hits the nail right on its head.

peter curses a lot and has a scottish accent and sometimes he will have a minute long cursing session that no one rly understands.

#quantum intro #this is . long ig

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loghainmactir · 5 years

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hewwo! i was wondering if u could pls give me some advice on starting my transition? ive been so scared to start bc of family and costs but ive decided to just. do it. yknow? like if i don't ill probably die lol. u look amazing and rly confident in yourself in all ur selfies and one day i wanna be Like That ✌️❤️

hi! ok, so first of all: yeah, i absolutely can give u advice, and second of all: i remember feeling exactly like you did. it literally wasn’t that long ago, either, it was like. 2013/14/15 (i can’t remember, time is fake, whatever lmao!). third of all: bless u yr so sweet. i still have a lotta issues with confidence (i doubt myself, my talent and what i can do literally hourly), but honestly? i love my body right now. it’s a good, genderless body, goddamnit.

long, long post ahead bc i’m trying to think of things i did and good god please take it with a grain of salt because a lot of this is just me ranting about things i wish I’D done in my own position. i’m also coming from a place where HRT and surgeries AREN’T free, so that’s also A Thing. everyone’s experience is different.

transitioning (particularly medically) really super fuckin varies country by country (and honestly probably even state by state, age by age and fuckin gender by gender because cis people won’t let us fucking BE goddamn): i don’t know where you are, so my only tips there r: find a trans friendly doctor/endo (i was kinda forced to go through a hospital bc That Was How It Was here in good ol’ Australia), and one people wholeheartedly recommend, if you wanna go that route.

my first point is make sure you find safe spaces in every goddamn aspect of your transition. medically, socially, physically. if you think your doctor is refusing you treatment or is discriminating against you, you NEED to ditch that doctor. if your friends and family are really verbally or physically violent against LGBT folks, you NEED to leave that space if you can (or not come out and wait until you can leave. seriously. i’m kinda lucky– my grandma was verbally violent against LGBT folks, and initially my mum was skepitcal, but i convinced them both to go to a group for LGBT+ parents and friends and they slowly turned around). get yourself friends, get yourself allies.

i cannot stress that enough. my first doctor refused to send my referral letter to the royal children’s hospital gender clinic because even tho he presented as a “nice” guy, he believed that because this was “”””out of the blue”””” for me, he figured he’d just Not Send It (and tried to tell me that a lotta kids there didn’t actually helpo, lol). so there i was, a young 15-16 year old alister, waiting like 2-3 months for something that didn’t even get fucking sent.

join trans groups on facebook and in real life. seriously, they’re a godsend; there’s buy-and-sells, advice posts, encouragement posts. ESPECIALLY local ones. most of them on facebook are private, meaning no one can see if you’re posting/in the group, and it’s easy to check if they’re not. these fb pages + local groups are good ways to find trans friendly spaces and doctors. i found my current doctor, who’s actually one of the very few doctors who knows what the fuck he’s on about re: trans people, through a real life trans group. they were like “oh, you should see x”, and even though he’s about 30-40 minutes away from me, he’s brilliant and honestly saved my life.

along those lines: figure out what you want from your transition, and then realize & accept that this may change (and it also may not change!). very early on, i was super insistent that i wanted phalloplasty and to wear packers, and now i couldn’t care less. at first, i identified as agender, and then as a trans guy/ftm, and now i identify as a Black Hole (i’m kidding, don’t @ me). like, a lotta people DON’T change their minds. but i did, some people do, and it shouldn’t be anyone’s business but your own what you want to do with your body

(sidenote: this also goes for detransitioning or stopping medical transition but continuing to socially transition/present differently. literally, it’s fine. it’s your body. fuck anyone who says otherwise.)

again: FUCK ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE.

your body is literally your body. do NOT let anyone tell you what to do with it or who you are. i had people very early on scream at me (legitimately scream and throw me out of home, thanks grandma), tell me i wasn’t actually trans, and harrass me for this shit: but frankly, if i’d put myself back in the closet, i wouldn’t be alive right now. i would’ve killed myself years ago, and i wish i wasn’t kidding. if it’s safe, you need to stand up for your own body and your rights and put yourself somewhere that will allow you to follow through. you need to keep going and keep living.

my only other two pieces of advice are “patience, baby”– like, for real, every single part of transition takes time. this varies from where you are and who’s supporting you, but it’s generally true. it takes time for people to accept new names and pronouns

(lotta people get furious about this, and i used to be one of those people, but hindsight’s a bitch and you gotta realize that… like, it’s hard for some cis people. you gotta give them a little bit of wiggle room, especially if they’ve never ever met a trans person before. it’s about reminders, reminders, reminders: which is SO hard if you’re not safe/don’t have the confidence. there IS a flip side to this though: if chad and stacey have known your new pronouns for months, now, and they keep “””slipping””” up, they’re not slipping up, honey. they’re doing it on purpose. kick their teeth in i’m kidding please don’t do this you know what i mean.)

it takes time for HRT to kick in. it takes time to gather a Look™ of your own you like, it takes time to build confidence to even tell people, it takes time to save up money for surgeries and it just… takes time. sometimes because it’s a naturally slow process, sometimes because cis people are Cis People and like to gatekeep. i remember being very young in my transition, sitting in the car after one of my appointments with the afformentioned shithead doctor bawling my eyes out because he’d told me i wouldn’t be able to access t for x amount of time and it was bullshit. this year i’ll be 2 years on t. wild, huh? there’s a lot of us and not equal amounts of resources (ESPECIALLY in public systems) depending on where you are, so you gotta be prepared to WAIT.

i’ll tell you what super helped me through those years: hyping myself up for other things! i still have the ticket from my first twenty one pilots show. that show meant SO much to me. i cried all through it, because waiting for that show kept my mind off of the wait for my royal children’s appointments (and even waiting to go up to melbourne bc my mum and i would go and get kebabs was a good thing to focus on!). keep things that aren’t trans related on hand (seriously i struggled with this because dysphoria and shit is fucking hard!! it’s easy to say but really fucking hard to put into practice).

(one day i’m gonna tell tyler and josh just how much they saved my goddamn life. i know they hear it weekly, but i will.)

my other thing is that uh. it won’t solve all your problems especially if you’ve got mental illnesses. this is a really fuckin depressing thing i had to drill into my brain, but it really helped. transitioning solved SO many of my issues. i no longer have back issues (thanks, like, literal kilo titties, lmao), i no longer have sore ribs and i can breathe and wear shirts. i lost so much weight (and am kinda gaining it back, but whatever). i no longer have anxiety about whether people can tell i’m binding– which is WILD because i used to stress the fuck out about it to the point where i never went out anywhere. i used to sit on the bus wondering if the person next to me could tell i had titties. now it literally doesn’t even register.

my issues now stem from PTSD, depression, BPD and ADHD. how do you fix this? you don’t. but what HAS helped is finding a therapist who won’t pressure you into talking about trans shit. lemme tell you: this shit gets exhausting after the fifth time of “oh i googled ‘can you become a boy’ when i was, like, nine” (this is my go to story because this memory is so vivid). of course, there’s gonna be moments where you HAVE to: my therapist recently actively asked me to briefly run through it for my PTSD report. but otherwise we literally haven’t talked about it and that is a GODSEND (because i don’t need it. if you need it, that’s good, too!). having a therapist that you can just wordvomit at wrt anything is literally the best thing and can be super helpful– seriously, there were a few trans-related sessions where i just snarled about the bullshit gatekeeping and the bastard i had to see for my therapist letter (oooh, every time i think abt the fact that it was something like $400-500 for two fucking sessions i get so mad lol), but outta 14 it’s really only like 2-3 of them.

but yeah. that’s it. i dunno, these are things that i’ve learnt and sorta… like to think as helpful for myself. of course, this could be different for you: you’re not me, you’re entirely different, in no doubt an entirely different country, social, financial, mental state. i was FUCKED UP when i first came out. i didn’t know that then, but i do now. i spent a lotta time by myself and that’s not healthy, so i really encourage you to reach out to our community, local and worldly, because oh my god, we’re here for you. we are SO here for you.

#long post #sorry if you need this formatted for ease of reading please shout at me. i really word vomited all over this #my transition #trans #anon #asks #iodk what else to tag this as

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lesbianfoxgirl · 6 years

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Heyyy, I was tagged by @iokorue-z! Thank you! It’s been a long time since I was tagged in anything, aha!

Rules: Answer 15 questions and tag 15 mutuals

1. Are you named after anyone?

I was named after an actress, I think? My mother wasn’t sure what to name me and she hated my father’s suggestions or something. It doesn’t matter now, since I plan on changing my name lol

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago because one of my friends made me laugh and I cry real easy when I laugh. I cry real easy in general.

3. Do you have kids?

I don’t want kids, cats are better.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not a lot, but I can accidentally sound sarcastic because of how I sound (dull? monotone?? bored??? ya know)

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Uhhhh, I don’t know??

6. What’s your eye color?

Dark brown, good luck seeing my pupils

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending, I’m not about scary movies

8. Any special talents?

Does yelling about fictional characters count?

9. Where were you born?

Australia

10. What are your hobbies?

I mostly draw, play video games and exist on the internet

11. Do you have any pets?

My cats, my baby girl Kali and my grumpy old boy Alister

12. What sports do you play/have played?

When I was a kid I played tennis, netball uhh, also danced.... I don’t do sports anymore

13. How tall are you?

5′05″, extremely average

14. Favorite subject in school?

Art, but I also loved music and Japanese. I should really get back into playing my flute more and learning Japanese again.

15. Dream Job?

uhhhh, look I really don’t know

Anyway, I don’t generally tag people, so feel free to do this if you want!!

#sanura rambles #about

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kohakuhime · 6 years

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Just a post series drabble thing that’s been on my mind. Carmon, who is mentioned, belongs to @mpuzzlegirl; Ellie and the twins are mine; and any YGO charas belong to Kazuki Takahashi.

It’s been a week since the twins were first brought home and Raphael hasn’t heard from Valon.

At first he isn’t (too) worried. He remembers the early days of parenthood and the initial weeks of balancing routines with a new baby. Valon has not one, but two infants, and so it will take more time for him to adjust. Besides, he knows Valon: if there’s a question, Raphael will hear about it soon enough.

Then he and Alister get a text from Valon at the end of the week, and it consists of one word:

HELP.

They arrive at Valon’s apartment at almost the same time and head up to Valon’s apartment together. They know nothing life-threatening has happened (they would have heard long before that, and even then Serenity is a nurse), so their best guess is that Valon is starting to get overwhelmed. Understandable, considering that he wasn’t expecting twins at all.

When they knock on the door there’s not initially an answer, but they can hear the sound of a baby crying. There’s another knock and then Raphael calls out a tentative, “Valon?”

There’s a low croak on the other side of the door. “Yeah?”

“It’s us,” Alister says, already frowning and exchanging glances with Raphael. As the door unlocks and cracks open, he’s still talking. “We got your text so we came by to - GOOD LORD.”

Valon looks horrible. His eyes are puffy, pink and bloodshot. The bags under his eyes are so dark it looks as if he’s been clocked in the face on both sides. His hair is greasy and sticking wildly in all directions, more so than normal; his clothing is wrinkled to the point of possibly being permanent. His face is pale and lined with stubble. In his arms is a wailing infant, face bright red and hands balled into tiny fists.

“Oh ‘ey, fellas,” Valon tries gamely over the sound of the baby’s cries His head tilts to the side as he studies them, and there’s an alarming moment when his eyes cross and he seems to momentarily sink. Raphael makes a sharp motion to catch him before the infant in his arms lets out another shrieked wail and Valon jolts back into standing. “Uh...you are...?”

Valon squints at them suspiciously. “You’re not that salesman bloke from earlier, are ya? Told you I wasn’ interested.”

“We’re your friends,” Raphael says slowly. He and Alister exchange worried glances. “We came by to check on you. You messaged us for help?”

Valon squints at them some more, eyes crossing again, and then lifts a free hand to rub his eyes. “Oh. Oh yeah,” he says, and Raphael’s more than relieved to see his younger friend recognizes them. “When did you get ‘ere?”

“Just now. Valon, when was the last time you slept?” Alister asks warily.

Valon lets out a laugh over the sound of the shrieked wails. “What’s sleep, a kinda candy?” he asks, and there’s a hysteric edge to his voice. He turns his attention back to the crying baby in his arms and rocks him. “’ey there, tyke, don’ cry,” he soothes, his voice strangely close to tears.

His eyes close for only a second, but when they open again they’re blank and confused. They settle on his older friends and Valon squints at them again. “When did you get ‘ere, fellas?” he asks, confused.

“Just now, Valon.” Raphael can’t quite keep the worry out of his voice. Beside him, Alister pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts texting. “We’ve just gotten here.”

Valon looks up at them as he remembers why they’re there. Then his face crumples, features lining with a dazed but desperate plea. “Fellas, help. They won’ stop cryin’. I’ve tried everythin’, Ren’s tried everythin’, but the kids won’t stop cryin’.”

That’s all it takes.

Raphael and Alister both snap to attention and step inside the apartment; it’s cluttered with baby clothes, piled dishes, and baby bottles. Likely, Valon and Serenity have been paying more attention to their babies than to the apartment, unable to split their focus.

Alister nudges Raphael in the side with an elbow. “Carmon and Ellie are dropping off the kids and then they’re coming over,” he says softly. He then turns and holds out his arms towards Valon. “Here - I’ll take the baby for a bit. Which twin is this?”

“That’s Satan - Sora! Sora!“ Valon adds frantically as Alister patiently eases the screaming child out of his younger friend’s grip. “That one’s Sora.”

Alister settles the infant in his arms, fixes the squalling baby with a mildly stern look, and says a firm, “All right, munchkin, hush. You’re going to lose your voice if you keep on crying and you’re keeping your dad up.”

The crying instantly stops.

Valon blinks several times, rubbing his eyes. He stares, first at the baby and then Alister. “Wh-what...’ow did you do that?” he demands, stunned disbelief crossing his features. “Wha’ sorcery did you just use? ‘cause not gonna lie, I’m this close to sellin’ my soul for tha’ gift.”

Raphael hears a door opening and another screaming child is added to the mix - Serenity’s come out with the second twin, and although she doesn’t look as bad as her husband they both can see Serenity is at her limit as well. Raphael briefly explains why they’re here and Serenity’s face lights with relief.

“It’s colic, we’re almost certain of it, but they don’t sleep for more than an hour before they wake up again,” she says helplessly. “If it was just one we could manage, but both of them are crying and they wake each other up. Valon’s also been up with them since they’ve been home and I can’t get him to sleep either - “

“It’s fine,” Raphael soothes, and he holds out his arm for the other twin. “This one’s Claire, right?”

He settles the screaming baby in the crook of one arm. Claire’s scream abruptly cuts off, and she blinks up at him with a watery, confused gaze. Green eyes, he notes in surprise. He thought they had their father’s eyes - he could have sworn he’d seen Sora with blue eyes.

In any case, the apartment is now blissfully silent. His ears are still ringing, so he’s thankful for the sudden quiet; judging by the way Alister’s shifted the baby, Sora’s dropped off to sleep.

Serenity looks immeasurably relieved, her shoulders dropping and smiling impossibly wide. “Thank you,” she breathes.

“We’ve got this for a bit, Serenity,” he says, looking over to the young woman. “Get Valon to a hot shower and then both of you go to bed. We’ll take care of this.”

“Are you sure?” Serenity starts. Although she sounds reluctant, there’s no hiding the hope and longing in her eyes. “I wouldn’t be imposing?”

“I don’t mind at all, and neither does Raphael. Valon’s asleep on his feet over here and in desperate need of a shower, and you look like Death warmed over,” Alister replies, tipping his head at where Valon is leaning heavily against the wall. “We can handle the twins.”

Serenity doesn’t protest after that. She recognizes the value in the offer. Serenity simply crosses the room and shakes Valon awake again, and he starts at her touch. Valon blinks at them all blearily and then frowns. “When did you get ‘ere?” he asks his friends blankly, yawning widely.

Raphael exchanges glances with Alister. They’re going to be here for a while.

#kohaku writes #post series drabble #oc: the twins #valon #raphael #alister #serenity #oc: ellie #other's oc: carmon

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worldsandfeathers · 7 years

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The Boy’s Past: Left Behind

Joyous rays of sunshine filtered into the classroom was filled with the shrill laughter of young, excited children. The anticipation in the air only grew as their teacher called out to quiet them and direct them to their seats. Olivander and his friends managed to pry themselves away from each other and reach their just in time before their teacher could penalize them.

“Good,” she said, clapping the length of her wand in her hand. “Now that you’re all seated, we can begin. Now, everyone knows today is a big day. But let’s remember why. Why is today a big day?”

An ocean of tiny hands reached up into the air, each one quivering, desperate to be heard.

“Olivia,” the teacher called, ignoring the quite collective groan in the room a young blond stood up in her chair.

“It’s Mirror Day, Miss Levey,” Olivia answered before taking her seat again.

“Correct!” Miss Levey returned with a grin and turned to the rest of the class. “Now, who can tell me why Mirror day is so special?”

Another wave of eager hands shot up into the air.

“Mmm, Maxwell! Why is Mirror Day so special?”

“The festivals!” answered a boy with dark hair as he practically jumped up from his desk.

“Well, that’s one thing special about Mirror Day. But why do we celebrate it? Why’s it so special?”

A few hands fell as the children looked at each other in confusion. A wave of uncertain muttering rippled through the classroom as one by one, hands fell until only a few were left up.

“Mmm, Olivander. Why is Mirror day special?”

A bespectacled lad with fluffy black hair stood up, his azure eyes bright with excitement. “It’s the day the Great Mirror was made,” he answered matter-of-factly.

“That’s right,” the teacher said with a nod. “Today is the day the Tytus and Corvus, our celestial Stewards, won the war against the dark one, Canis, and fashioned the Great Mirror to make our world and our sister world safe.”

Ms. Levey smiled and pulled out a piece of chalk from her pocket as she strode to the black board at the front of the room. “So, how do we celebrate this great day? Maxwell mentioned festivals. What else do we do?”

More hands shot up into the air, each one with a unique answer that was added to the board. Going to the Mirror Day parties and festivals with parents. Making festival costumes. Going to the Mirror hall to see all the worlds outside. Finally there came an answer that made the teacher smile.

“We get to be in the travel ceremony today and go through our first travel mirror!” the young student cried, sending the entire classroom into an excited buzz as the students gabbled enthusiastically at each other, necessitating another call for quiet.

“Alright, alright! That’s enough, everyone,” Ms. Levey called, holding up her hands to shush the now yammering children. After a minute or so, the children quieted down, clasping their hands and fidgeting with anticipation. “Good. Thank you Christine, that’s exactly right. Today is the day all of you get to go through your first mirror to the Great Mirror ceremony! But before you do that, we need to remember the rules of safe travel. We’ve been talking about them all week. Now, who remembers the rules of going through traveling mirrors? Timothy?”

A small, shy lad with red hair stood up and twiddled his thumbs a bit. “Don’t.. go without your mom or dad or a grown-up?” he asked unsurely.

“Yep, there’s one,” the teacher replied, writing it on the class chalk board. “What’s another one?”

One by one they took their Like a giggling mob, the young students swarmed into the It was Mirror Day and this year, each one of them had finally come of age!

“OH! Don’t use other people’s mirrors!” shrieked a little blond girl, who seemed to be a blur of motion as she bounced up and down in her seat.

“Yes, thank you Dalila,” Ms. Levey replied with a small smile, “But please raise your hand next time, okay?”

“Okay,” came the reply as more hands quivered in the air.

The list went on and soon the board was filled with the classroom rules of mirror travel. The lesson seemed like would’ve continued on forever, had it not been for the gentle knock on the classroom door causing Ms. Levey to pause in her writing. All heads turned to look at the visitor as Mr. Calhoun stepped into the room.

“Ms. Levey, we’re ready for your class now,” he croaked, smiling as the entire class erupted with excitement once again.

Almost half ten minutes later, the children stood in a single line before a tall, ornate mirror with a bright red velvet curtain behind it. Mr. Calhoun stepped up to the mirror and stood on one side while Ms. Levey stood with the roll call on the other.

“Now, when activate the mirror, I want each of you to come up when I call your name. Your parents are waiting for you at the festival on the other side, so when you go through, stay on the stage until they come up and no crowding, alright? Alright. Let’s begin.”

With that, Ms. Levey withdrew her wand while Mr. Calhoun rested his hand on the frame of the mirror, his casters ring glowing dimly as he did. Gently, the young woman touched the mirror’s golden frame with the tip of her wand and spoke in unison with her fellow teacher.

“Aperta,” they chorused and watched as the glass began to ripple and swirl. Astonished and awestruck gasps filled the room as the students reflections were replaced by an enormous, brightly colored crowd, several of whom were waiting eagerly for their children on the other side of the mirror.

“Look! It’s my mama! Hi mama!” Olivia cried, waving to her mother in blue. One by one, the children spotted their parents and waved enthusiastically. “Alright everyone, back in line,” Ms. Levey called, clapping her hands. “Now, when I call your name, you can come up and walk through. Remember, stay on the stage!”

One by one the children walked up to the mirror and stepped through, some of them more reluctantly than others. It took Ms. Levey several tries to show Timothy that it was okay before he jumped through and skidded onto the stage. Finally the last name was called and the eager form of Olivander hurried forward.

He smiled up at Ms. Levey who looked down at him brightly. “Well ‘Vander, looks you’re the last one, so go on and make a splash!”

“Okay!” the lad chirped and made to jump through like Timothy did when–

Plonk!

The two teachers stared in shock as the little boy staggered back, holding his head. What happened? Had the mirror closed suddenly? Mr. Calhoun stepped in front of the mirror as Ms. Levey knelt down to see if the lad was alright.

“Are you okay Olivander?” She asked, brushing his bangs out of his face.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he replied, rubbing his forehead. “What happened?”

“You didn’t go through the mirror,” Mr. Calhoun responded with a frown.

Olivander blinked. “Did... Did I do it wrong?” he asked, his voice trembling with worry.

“N-no. At least, I don’t think...” Ms. Levey’s voice trailed off as she looked to Mr. Calhoun who passed his hand through the mirror and withdrew it again. The mirror was working perfectly. So then why didn’t he pass through?

“C’mere lad, and try again,” Calhoun suggested, beckoning him forward.

Olivander obeyed, stepping up to the mirror before cautiously stretching out his hand. His fingers met glass, cold and smooth. Nothing like the shiny wall of water it turned into for the other students. Frowning, the lad pushed on the glass, but it didn’t give. He pushed again and again, desperately trying to get through until he was pulled away and wrapped in his teachers arms.

“I wanna go!” he shouted, pushing against the young woman as his eyes filled with tears. “I wanna go!”

“You can’t lad,” Mr. Calhoun said softly. “In all my rears I've never met someone who couldn't use a mirror."

The boy looked up at the old man in confusion and then at the mirror. The parents were coming up onto the stage, each one of them standing proudly by their son or daughter. And then came his parents, their heads turning as they searched for their boy behind the other students.

“Alister," Ms. Levey whispered, "I have to tell the parents.”

Olivander’s gaze snapped up to Ms. Levey as she let go of him and stood up. Wait. She was leaving too? No. She had to stay and fix this!

“I wanna come with you!” he cried, grabbing her hand tightly. “I don’t wanna stay behind! Please don’t leave me! I can do it, I promise!”

Olivander begged and pleaded,the thin, strong arms of Mr. Calhoun wrapping themselves around him as Ms. Levey slipped through his little fingers and through the mirror.

“I’m sorry lad,” the old man murmured, but the boy couldn’t hear him over the crashing waves of being left behind.

#| :Entries: |#| :EntriesOfInterest: |#| :Info: |#Drabble #Olivander's past #Olivander's childhood #childhood #tw: abandonment #//This is why Olivander is so scared of being left behind #//Bc he was left behind literally all his life because he couldn't use Jumper/Traveling magic.#cut for length #godtoys #//tagging bc drabble for icons~#//and this is only pt 1/2!#long post #tw: long post

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a-potterheads-imagination · 7 years

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Draco; I'm Happy Now

/Warnings: Swearing, mild violence, sad, and fluffy at the end!😊 a/n: Your Pov at the beginning. Enjoy!💚🐍

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“You ignorant bitch!” My mother yelled at me, pulling my hair and slamming me to the ground. Tears stained my cheeks as I used all the strength I had to get up.

“B-But mother I don’t want to get arranged.” I quivered. ‘I hate being a pureblood.’ I thought. You might think that purebloods’ have all the advantages but, to all honesty some don’t, like me.

My mother and father are arranged. And now they want me to also be like them, arranged but not in love. I hate this, punished because I don’t want to be arranged. My mother and father don’t even love each other.

“Either if you want to or not your going to get arranged!” My mother yelled slamming the door on her way out.

“Who even am I getting arranged to.” I say, grabbing the letter mother left behind. “To: Everett Triana Phoenix” I read out, unfolding the letter.

“Dear Mrs. Phoenix, We would be pleased to have your daughter, Y/N, married to our son. I know Y/N and she is perfect for our son. Hope we can discuss it over a dinner at the manor. Thank you.

Regards, Narcissa Malfoy”

“Wait.” I say, skimming over the words of the letter. I’m getting arranged to a Malfoy. I thought my family was worthless and useless enough to NOT get arranged to a wealthy, powerful family. I guessed wrong.

I know Draco, we hardly talk. I have my own friends from Ravenclaw named Lucy and Grace. So I don’t spend time with him, anyway he’s a douche.

“I wonder what they told him.” I sigh.

~•Draco’s Pov•~

“Draco we have to talk.” My mother told me as we sat down, she heavily sighs.

“You’re getting arranged.” She told me looking into my eyes.

“I don’t want to.” I simply say back.

“The girl is lovely Draco and I’m sure you’ve met her.” She said.

“I want to actually love someone. I don’t want to be arranged.” I said back, she sighs once more.

“I’m sorry but, it’s been a year since you’ve graduated. Just…” I look into my mother’s eyes, I can’t detect what she is feeling, pain, sorrow, sympathy, happiness, excitement?

“I do have my eye on this one girl.” I tell her, she looks at me and gleams.

“Her name?” She asks.

“Y/N Phoenix.” I said, if my mother wants me to get married at least to a decent and pretty girl that has a good attitude. I would think my mother would want me with, Astoria Greengrass. But she looks like a girl I would shag once and leave.

“Perfect. Just who I actually had in mind.” My mother smiles.

“Great.” I say, as she leaves me alone.

“I wonder what they told her.” I sigh.

“Oh and Draco, sweetie. I’ve invited them for dinner, so get ready.” My mother chirps.

“OK, mother.” I say.

~•A Few Hours Later•~

“Oh hello! Oh my, she’s beautiful! Come in!” I hear my mother downstairs. I start walking downstairs to meet a Y/N with her mother and father.

I’ve hardly even spoke to Y/N but, it’s worth a shot at least get to know her a bit more, oh wait… I can’t.

Y/N looks at me, this time I can tell what her emotions are… Sadness.

I frown. Knowing she didn’t want to be arranged.

“Mother why don’t you talk with them. While I show Y/N around the manor.” I pipe in, my mother nods and I grab Y/N’s wrist and drag her upstairs. Once we reach my bedroom I lock the door.

“I know you don’t want to.” I say, she slowly lifts her head, showing me her sad E/C eyes.

“I’m sorry, Draco. It’s that I actually wanted to find someone I love and care for. I don’t want to be sad and arranged.” Y/N told me.

“Don’t you want to find actual love?” Y/N asks me.

“Yes. I’m sorry.” I said, I kind of dragged her into this.

“Why?” She said.

“I wanted to be married to you rather than Greengrass. I thought, if I was getting arranged I wanted someone decent and pretty.” I told her, she looked as she was about to cry.

“Well I’m stuck. I have to either way.” She sniffles looking down, I see a tear land on my shoe. I hug her, and sympathy spreads through me.

“I’ll be sure to treat you right.” I said, hoping to make things better.

“What’s this even for? Just to create an heir. Right?” She questions me.

“I don’t know.” I answer truthfully.

“Let’s head downstairs, before they worry.” Y/N said, I looked at her.

Her hair was curled/straightened, she wore some (waterproof) makeup, and a pretty black dress.

I was correct she is pretty, Nope, she is beautiful.

I realize we’re downstairs already. I take my seat and stay silent. “Getting along are we?” My mother said. I don’t speak.

“Yes, very. Your son is a handsome gentleman.” Y/N smiles, I see that it’s somewhat real and fake.

“Good to hear that. Can’t wait! Just one more month till the wedding!” Y/N’s mother, Everett, gleams.

I choke on my food as Y/N spews her drink. She starts cleaning it up as I get a grip of myself.

“A month?” Y/N asks.

“Oh yes dear. Better get planning and ooo, a dress!” My mother said, I look at her in utter shock.

“Oh.” I hear Y/N mutter.

“You two will make lovely children.” Y/N’s father, Alister, said.

Surprising hearing it from her father or just a man in particular.

Y/N though looks enraged. “So this is all for a child?! Is this all you want me to it truly be in love just to give out a child!?” Y/N screams loudly, enough to ‘cause my mother to flinch.

“Y/N!” Her mother yelled as Y/N stormed out of the manor. Her mother went after her.

“Sorry about that. Thank you for the dinner and invitation. Farewell.” Her father said, rushing out.

My mother looks at me and now I can tell what her emotion is, sorrow.

~•A Month Later•~

-•Your Pov•-

After the occurrence at the Malfoy Manor because of me. I’ve been locked up in my room, only allowed out once to get dress fitted and see what shoes I liked. I wasn’t lonely. Draco kept sending me letters to see how I was, they made me smile. Today, I’m getting out of my room again… for my wedding.

I’ve chosen a traditional wedding dress with a veil that has some jewels and light green flowers. And a little crown.

The flower girl was my little cousin, Annie-Rose. And the ring carrier was my hufflepuff cousin, Aaron. My bridesmaids are Lucy and Grace. Lucy and Grace wore light green dresses with a crystal belt.

“Hello.” A voice said, I turned around to see my future mother-in-law, Narcissa.

“Hello, Narcissa.” I say, smiling.

“You look gorgeous!” Narcissa returns the smile.

“Thank you.” I say, looking once more in the mirror, my H/C hair is curled/straightened, my make up was applied perfectly.

Then the door opened, “5 more minutes.” Grace and Lucy said in unison giggling.

“OK, thank you, Lucy-Grace.” I smirk.

“I know. Draco told me but thank you. For still doing it. Out of all the girl’s I thought you were perfect.” Narcissa smiled making me smile.

“Why don’t we go now?” Narcissa implied.

“Sure.” I say, I walk out of the room to see my father in a nice suit. My father was a lot more nicer than my mother. He actually cared about my opinion. He was about to drop the marriage, until my mother threatened him?

“You’ve grown so much.” My father cries, I stroke his cheek wiping away the tears.

“Be happy.” I said, looping my arm with his.

The doors open wide, and I step out with my father looking at the numerous amounts of people, mainly from my family. I also see some of Draco’s friends.

I stare at Draco, he’s smiling. I can’t help but smile back. For once in awhile I’m actually smiling and not faking it.

Finally, I reach Draco and he takes my hands into his.

“You look beautiful.” He said.

“Thank you and you look handsome.” I said, slightly giggling.

I stare once more and into his blue-grey eyes. Ignoring everything that the minister was currently saying.

“Now for the vows, Mr. Malfoy.” the minister said.

“Y/N, I know I’m not much for romance but when we had that conversation in my room. I knew I truly couldn’t make you happy. I saw a torn girl with a bright heart, when she was at Hogwarts. And each time I hear your voice and giggles, I can’t help but stare. Each time without you catching me. Right now I want to catch you staring at me. To show you and tell you how much I honestly love you. I hope I can make you happy as much as I can. I love you, just the way you are.” Draco said, I felt like crying. I didn’t need a script to tell my feeling or emotion to him.

“Draco, at first I thought I couldn’t find happiness. When we had that conversation and you understood me, I felt something nice. Right now, I’m glad you choose me. That you choose me to marry you. And just being here I think… I’m Happy Now.” I said.

“May we have the rings?” The minister said, my cousin Aaron walked up and grinned at me.

“Each take a ring.” The minister said, as Draco and I grabbed a ring.

“Now do you Draco Lucius Malfoy take Y/N M/N Phoenix as your wife?” The minister said.

“I do.” Draco said.

“And do you Y/N M/N Phoenix take Draco Lucius Malfoy as your husband.” The minister said, I stay silent thinking everyone seems to worry.

I look at Draco the most worried of them all. I stare at him and he stares right back, I smile. “I do.”

We insert the wedding rings into each other. And return to our position.

“I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!” The minister steps back,

I don’t hesitate and kiss him, Draco kisses right back. Both of us smiling into the kiss, everyone clapping.

~*~

I sigh, closing the memory book. Remembering every single moment.

“Dad can I hold her?!” I hear our 3 year old son, Scorpius shout wanting to carry our newborn daughter, Leala.

“You’re to small, Scorpius.” I hear Draco say, receiving a whine from Scorpius. I chuckle and find them.

“Hello, love.” Draco said, coming up to me and kisses my cheek.

“Mommy! Dadda won’t let me hold Leala!” Scorpius whines.

“Want me to carry you?” I ask as he opens his arms motioning for me to carry him. I grab him and hold him.

“You know what Draco?” I tell him, “Hmm.” He said.

“I know I’m Happy Now.” I say, kissing him.

“Ewww. Get a room!” Scorpius said, as we all laugh.

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/Sorry if it was crappy! I try my best, but thank you for reading and don’t be afraid to request! Thank you! P.s Leala is pronounced ( Lay-la) 💚🐍\

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