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Pirate!Vi!

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Not Wholly Evil |VI| pirate!Eddie au

Happy Fourth of July/Tuesday (depending on what you celebrate).

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word count: 6.1k

"semi dark fic" - READ the warnings:. (gun/sword)violence. blood. mention of severe wounds. minor character death. allusions to suicide. kidnapping. imprisonment. alcohol. open and deep sea. pirates are pigs: mentions of non-con, but it does not actually occur. malnourishment and weight loss. paranoia. mention of poisoning. abuse. manhandling. lying.

Chapter 6: Shiver Me, Timbers “Why won’t you leave me alone?” “Then I’d be alone, too." ― Leigh Bardugo, Siege and Storm

Despite the fact you had your new room waiting for you upstairs, once Munson left you, all you could force yourself to do was lie down. With deep breaths, you steadied your heartbeat and let a soft slumber fall over you. Just enough to regain some energy and hopefully for the pain to pass. 

You fell into a dreamless slumber, simply hovering in an abyss between worlds. It was plain and peaceful. Beautiful, to say the least. Away from all the nuisance and filth that was actually around you. None of the noise. 

Just a voice.

It called to you, and your name sounded so lovely coming from his lips. So lovely, in fact, that you awoke with the ghost of a smile still haunting your lips. You wiped it off together with the sleep from your eyes.

The sun still shined, but less brightly so. The shadows grew longer around you as evening came near. As you tried to move, you groaned out, everything feeling stiff and tortured, your side pinching where the skin was trying to heal slowly. The floor was certainly not the place to do so, but fortunately, you would only have to stay there a little longer. Slowly, not wanting to make any erratic moves, you made your way up again. But before you got too far up the steps, already knowing you were not planning on ever returning down there, you grabbed the long sheath of fabric you had used for curtains around your cell. 

The difference between the deck from before you had left it was like day and night. No longer was the crew huddled around in groups and yelling and cheering. Playtime was over. Now, all the deck crew were busy cleaning the floors pulling ropes or… well, you were not entirely sure what needed to be done, but they were doing it, and it seemed to be working smoothly. Certainly, they had enough on their plates to be bothered by you walking by… at least, too busy to stop and stare. You still caught a few pained glances. You weren’t sure if you preferred their pity over their anger, thirst or intimidation. It fell somewhere in between, presumably. 

On your way up to the quarter deck, you caught sight of Harrington, who was busy pulling at one of the larger ropes at the ship. His shirt sleeves were pulled up, so you could see the strain he put on his arms with each move. His veins were mixed with various scars. Everyone around the ship seemed to have them. Pain was not an option on the Hellfire. It was the price.  

Without having a moment to criticise your actions, you called out to him. As he looked up, shocked or somewhat confused, there was a second in which he lost control of the rope. It slipped past his hands and started to unravel. You were ready to run up and help somehow, but he managed to pull it back. The response from the men around him was nothing but unimpressed grunts. 

‘I am so sorry,’ you said as you walked up, bunching up the fabric in your arms as pieces fell to the ground. There was more you wanted to say, but you kept it to yourself. 

Harrington huffed out. He pulled more of the rope, letting it circle around his shoulder. He was not looking at you as he asked: ‘Are you okay?’ 

‘I think so.’ You looked down. Now shredded to pieces, the bottom of your shirt had soaked up most of the blood, and the red stain shone like a bright fire against the pale white. 

‘Good.’ He nodded once and did not say another thing. ‘I should get back—’ he nodded toward whatever he was trying to pull with the rope, despite never having stopped or looked away. 

 ‘Ah, of course, you stumbled, taking steps back. The message was clear. Why in the world had you approached him? Or tried to glance at him as you walked away? The sheets kept falling out of your arms, and it was a hassle to keep it all together. 

‘Do you—’ someone asked, but you quickly shut them up with a decline of whatever offer they were making. 

‘No, thank you!’ there was an attempt at civility. 

There was no fear this time as you walked up the stairs leading to the captain’s—nay, your—quarters. In fact, you were filled with confidence that you had not felt in a long time. One that even a stab, or a cut, in the ribs, could not break apart. With your hands full, you kicked the door open, perhaps a bit harder than anticipated. Across the room, a pair of eyes shot up to look at the commotion, but they disappeared just as quickly under the curtain of dark bangs. 

‘In case you forgot,’ you said, head held high, scrunching the sheet tighter, ‘this is my room now.’ 

‘The bed is all yours, princess.’ Munson refrained from looking up at you again, instead holding a sensible interest in the papers in his hand. But then he glanced up briefly. ‘Planning on redecorating already?’ He got back to his business.

‘Thought I might need it as another cover, in case the night got cold. Or a pillow.’ You moved towards the bed, still unmade from that morning when you left it. Your dress still hung at the bedpost. The captain nodded at your answer but did not resume the conversation any further.

You had not contemplated this and had very little ability to affect it. You might have won the bed chambers, but the captain’s office still needed use… and considering these were in the same space… 

Now, you had dared a lot in your time aboard this ship, including duelling the captain, but seeing how that had turned out, you were not willing to risk such games anymore. And so, you did not try to fight it but instead sat on the bed and stared ahead at the map that hung across from you. The only sound in the cabin was the quill scratching of the captain as he made notes over all his other notes on the topic of more notes. 

You did your best to make yourself comfortable on the bed, moving around, shifting your weight from side to side, and pushing the covers and pillows up to give you more support. It was quite noisy, but it had not been done intentionally. Despite what your amusement might have come from the agitated looks of the captain could say on the matter. 

‘Is this what you’re planning on doing with your day?’ He mumbled, still not looking at you. It was as if he didn’t dare catch your eye any longer, but that did not stop him from talking to you like before. 

‘I am simply trying to make myself comfortable,’ you said, fluffing a pillow, slapping it as hard as possible. Some of the feathers flew out with it. 

‘And must you do that while I am working?’ He put down some of the papers in frustration. 

‘Remind me,’ you leaned back, the fluffed pillow doing very little in favour of your back, ‘what is it exactly that a sea urchin like you does?’

The captain sighed and leaned back on his throne. It seemed smaller than the first time you saw it. Less… menacing. ‘Well, making sure that things are run tight on the ship so we don’t die at sea in a crash of fire and timber, for a start. Then, just on the side, I am trying to find the fastest route to bring the princess home. Sound like a good day’s job?’ He spat your nickname out, and hearing that anger made you feel sicker than ever you had heard it before. So, you didn’t reply to him but turned your head the other way, facing the disorganised shelves of books. With one astronomy volume missing, the rest still looked on the brink of falling apart. It was stomach-churning to look at, and the next two minutes you spent in silence were enough to make your mind up. 

You got up on your feet too fast, sending a rush of pain into your ribs and a dizzying sensation into your brain, but once that faded, you made your way over to the books and started picking them out, one by one. Each fell loudly on the ground. It took four of these deafening drops for Munson to get up and shout: ‘What are you doing?’ 

‘Redecorating,’ you made a quarter of a turn and looked as naively at him as possible. 

‘And you think the books will look better on the ground?’ He was already stepping away from his seat, half behind his desk and ready to leap to the books. 

‘No, but I do think they would look better organised.’ You pulled out a few more books, each falling on top of the previous. 

‘They—’ Munson stormed over to you, mumbling in curses about God and whatnot. ‘They are organised.’ He pulled the book you had just picked up out of your hand. Suddenly, there wasn’t an entire room between you, but only a few inches, and it all became a bit too real as his presence was always so quick to tower over you. ‘Meticulously so, may I add.’ He put the book back where it belonged. You took another look at the books, apprehensive of the statement.

‘Then, please, enlighten me on this system.’ From what you had observed, none of it made sense. Munson contemplated beginning what you could only assume was an excruciatingly long and painstakingly precise explanation of this system but stopped himself mid-first syllable: ‘I do not have time to entertain you. Stay away.’ He backed away. ‘And put those back as you found them...Please.’ It was a miracle he had learned that word. 

‘Fine,’ you spat out, only to then ask much more calmly, ‘can I at least read them?’ You doubted these books had fulfilled any of their purposes in a long time. Munson may indulge in the accessorisation of his bookshelf, but he did not seem to be much of a reader since there was nothing else to do on this blood-boiling ship… 

‘Yes, alright, if it keeps you quiet.’ He waved you away dismissively as he got back to the desk. You watched how he moved, hand rubbing over his jaw as he scratched at the stubble that was apparently becoming a common characteristic of his now. That was combined with the blood red of his knuckles as if he had hit something hard. You wondered where the damage was—clearly not in this room, as you could not see any broken furniture, walls, or shards of anything.

It hurt to bend over, so you manoeuvred to sit down and slowly put the books back in their designated spot. All you could do to ignore the lingering stare you were given from Munson was to try and organise the books in your head. Epic poetry could go on the top shelf, followed by the sciences. Map journals would go below that, and then… then the diary logs. Were those his? Highly unlikely he would leave his own writings out in the open like this and then let you read them. You picked one out at random. 

It was bound in black leather, nothing written on it, but inside, the pages were clearly used and covered in ink, ready to fall out as you opened it. You glanced at the first page. The scribbling was barely unintelligible. For one, the handwriting the original scrivener had put down was tiny and messy, but also because any other free space on the page was used with notes in a different hand. The annotations were made in different ink, though both were black naturally and the letters a bit more manageable. They mainly consisted of deciphering the words that had originally been written, and soon you were to find out that the handwriting was one of many obstacles in understanding the text. 

It was a code.

All of it, and someone had taken a painstaking amount of time to decode all the cryptic messages left. 

‘Who is this Captain James?’ You asked as you walked to the chair before the desk since the bed only felt okay for lying in. Munson did not look up as you made yourself comfortable before him.

‘Old Man Jim, captain of the Gold Tiger,‘ he sighed, only briefly glancing up to catch any sign of recognition on your face, which was lacking, and so he continued. ‘I’m surprised your father had not told you anything about him; he was quite renowned for his… expeditions. Stole from any family he came to contact with, then buried all his treasures somewhere before disappearing—not before writing it all down in here, however.’

‘He wrote down how to find the treasure?’ You raised a brow. 

‘Among other things.’ 

‘Why let me read it then? What if I figure this out?’

‘Two simple reasons, princess,’ he put his quill down and, crossing his arms, looked directly at you. ‘Whoever had decoded his messages in the first place was probably even cleverer than Jim, so it’s all just more riddles for you to figure out and second… it’s been decades since he wrote that journal. The treasure is long gone.’

‘What do you mean it’s gone?’ 

‘As in, taken. No longer there.’ He blinked. ‘Now, if you will excuse me.’ He reached for the apple that stood on top of a pile of parchments, but you were quicker. Munson stared blankly at you as you leaned back in your chair and bit it into it proudly. 

‘Did you, by any chance, hit your head during our match?’ He watched you flip more of the pages in the journal. The notes were, indeed, all written in another code. He briefly explained his question: ‘You seem… different.’

‘No, I suppose you simply rubbed off on me.’ Like a disease. You smiled. 

‘Well, then, I’m glad my company has favoured you in some way.’ He wrote something down with his quill as you glared at him and snapped the momentary silence with a bite of the apple. Then, he got up and pushed his throne back, scraping the wood horribly. ‘I’m sad to admit I can’t spend more time enduring your questions, but I’m required somewhere else.’

‘Coincidentally, I’ve been waiting for you to say that since I walked in.’ 

‘I’m very happy to see you still have your sense of humour.’ He got up. ‘But will you be keeping the shirt?’

‘I don’t have anything else to wear,’ you weren’t planning on putting the dress back on. After spending half a day in these trousers and shirt, you realised the torture of all the other layers. The weight of it all alone. 

‘Hadn’t stopped you before.’ Munson nodded over to the wardrobe.

‘You want me to take your clothes?’ You ate some more of the apple. 

‘I’m sure it’s more preferable than being covered in blood.’ 

‘It is not us troublesome as you’d imagine, actually,’ then you looked up at him again with realisation, ‘unless… are you bothered by it, captain?’

‘I’m alright.’

‘Great. Then that is settled.’ You leaned back in the chair and took another bite of the fruit. The sweetness of it was like a reward for everything you had to put up with. Munson clenched his jaw, but there was little else he could do, so he walked away just as he had announced. You ignored his walk towards the door and only moved once you heard the familiar door closing behind him. Not wanting to waste a moment, you got up, ignoring that stitch in your side again, and moved across the desk. It had been naive to think that when you looked down, you would find the drawer still open, but as luck would have it, it actually was. 

However, not all the luck was on your side because when you pulled the drawer open, you only saw the bottles inside—now counting one less than in the morning, but only bottles nonetheless. The piece of the letter was gone. You searched underneath the glass to ensure, even under the desk and its surroundings. 

Glancing up at the door every few moments and listening to what was happening outside, you carefully poked around at the things on the bureau. No, it was definitely gone. 

Munson must have moved it. You cursed at yourself. Then, did he also know you had seen it? You knew it was wrong to go through his belongings, but you did not feel any guilt. That had left you when you were thrown in that cell all those days ago.

And so, you kept looking, cursing him after going through every book on the shelf and not finding it, then through the nooks of the wardrobe as you picked out a new shirt to wear, throwing the old one on top of the captain’s throne. It was somewhat of a sensitive operation, this search. You tried to be inconspicuous about it and let it spread over the next few days, making sure you did not make too much of a mess as you went through the drawers and items lying around to not cause any suspicion. Most of the days, looking went by in the exact same way. 

You did not know if the captain went in on your deal and slept in the cell or elsewhere. It did not really matter, either, since all that was important was that you got to sleep in a bed. He could sleep with the sharks for all you cared. Either way, he seemed well-rested. When you would awake each morning, the captain was usually already at his desk, your breakfast at the table, and you would eat it as he worked. Trying not to take up too much of the other’s space, only interrupting it with minor remarks here and there that would make you simultaneously laugh and grind your teeth with annoyance. Sometimes, other crewmen would walk in to discuss various matters, ignoring you for the most part. You listened but barely weight in on the conversation, more so out of a lack of interest than anything. 

The contributors in these meetings would vary, depending on the issues to be discussed, but Harrington and Robin would frequently be a part of them, clearly having a larger role in the crew than you had anticipated. Robin would sometimes ask your opinion, much to the shock of the others and yourself.

You looked up from your book, wide-eyed and taken aback, pretending to not know what they were speaking of, as if you had not been listening intently to every word.

‘I would say, go West.’ Mostly you would agree with Robin's suggestion, just to see Munson scowl, think it through once more, and eventually settle on the same answer himself. 

Harrington would not even look your way. You had noticed him going out of his way to stand with his back towards you, eyes always on the captain. You could not even understand why it bothered you so much, seeing you had only spoken once before all this; you felt a gnawing feeling in your gut… or maybe it was only the wound at your ribs. 

In the ongoing days, you checked how it was healing, and it seemed fine. Magically, there was no infection, maybe thanks to the alcohol you had poured over it. Finally, it was barely visible beside a paling bruise around it and the scar— large but still thinner than the ones you saw carried around by others on board. Maybe one day you would even forget it was ever there.

In the hours when it was just you and him, it was mostly quiet. You’d both read, only a desk between you, barely paying attention to the other until one would leave the room. Usually, he would do so first, and you’d take the opportunity to search for that cursed letter.

Other times, you’d grow tired, or your legs would become stiff, and you’d go out onto the deck first, leaving the captain to work on his own. Then afterwards, you’d return to the cabin, and your dinner meal would be waiting for you on the desk, and you’d read until sleep took over. You’d wake up the following day, and everything would start over.

When you were outside, you would mostly keep to yourself, knowing that the last thing the crew would want to deal with is to talk to you, and in your case, you had very little to say to them. Really, the only person you spoke to was Buck—or Robin, as she also went by, you had noticed—whenever she was not in her nest. You’d find a little less crowded spot on the ship and talk about whatever came to mind, or at least that is what you wanted it to sound like, while you tried to find out more about her, the rest of the ship and the captain.

‘So, how long have you been apart of this crew?’ It was a warm afternoon, a typical summer’s day, but the clouds had been appearing more and more recently and had now taken centre stage in the sky. The wind picked up, too, as you sat down with Robin. You wanted your questions to sound off the cuff and not as if you had been noting them down in your mind at night. Unfortunately, Robin was not the easiest to get information out of… well, depending on what kind of information you sought since she tended to talk a lot but not say much with her words. 

‘I honestly don’t remember when it was; it must have been years, time moves weirdly when you’re out on the sea, but I was dragged into it when bloody King Steve—’ 

‘King Steve?’ you asked, not recognising the name. Over the few days, she had been mentioning most of the crew, and you had tried to learn them, but this was a new one. 

‘Oh, Harrington— we call him that because, uhm he was a royal guard.’ 

This piece of information shook you. ‘Really?’

‘Yeah, met the king and all that— don’t know which king that was, but apparently, he doesn’t like toasted bread, the king, if you’d believe that. I mean, who does not like toasted bread? That feels like a bigger crime than whatever we have ever done—’ 

‘What have you done?’ You had quickly realised it was easier to try and keep up with what Robin had to say than revert her back to previous topics, and so, despite your longing for more information about Harrington’s life before Hellfire, you asked about the issue at hand.

‘What haven’t we done,’ she chuckled nervously, ‘but I probably shouldn’t be telling you about that. Don’t think cap would like you knowing.’

‘I am not bothered by what the captain likes or does not like.’

‘Yes, but…’ she struggled to find her words. ‘I mean, he told us—’ Robin faded out, her shoulders stiffened as a harsher wind blew. ‘Did that feel normal to you?’

‘I think so. But he told you what?’ You knew Munson ran a tight ship, but you had not thought he would ban his crew from talking to you about things. Did he have such significant secrets to go so far? 

‘Nothing. I didn’t say anything—did I say anything? You should probably ask— no, don’t ask Steve—I mean…’ Thunder rumbled in the distance, and she looked up, but you kept your eyes on her, unphased. 

‘I’ll go ask Harrington, then.’ You said, exasperated, as Robin stared out above you without the intention of coming back down. 

‘No, don’t! It will only–’ she got up after you, already reaching for your arm, but more thunder echoed with menace like a cannon. She looked around frantically, cursing, then turned back to you. ‘Is the captain upstairs?’

‘I—I think so.’ You couldn’t possibly know except that he had been there when you left, and you had not seen him around the deck since, either. Robin tightened her grip on your arm lightly, subconsciously, before letting go and running off, but not before saying: 

‘Just stay here, okay?’ without giving you any moment to respond. It had all happened so quickly that you stayed put for the sake of your own brain trying to catch up on what had happened. Everything that Robin had said, or rather had not said. More clouds appeared, darker than their usual counterparts that had followed your journey. The wind picked up as well. 

‘What happened to Buck?’ A not-so-familiar-anymore voice asked behind you. You turned to see Harrington, Steve, whatever his name was. His shoulder was already almost against yours. How you had not even heard him walk so closely up to you was a wonder. But since he was here already… Robin had told you to not move, so you remained where she left you.

‘She— I’m not sure; she heard thunder and ran off to speak to the captain.’ Exactly then, as if you had cued it, a lighting strike appeared, slashing through the sky like a knife. The thunder followed behind at its own pace. 

‘I’m sure it’s nothing,’ Harrington comforted, ‘she’s probably notifying him of the weather.’

‘Well, I doubt he missed that,’ you said, breathing in slowly, washing off the skip in your heart that came with the lightning.

‘Not an enjoyed of storms?’ Harrington observed.

‘More when I am not about to sail right into it.’ You had heard too many stories of ships going missing in waves, being washed away by the rain, or burned by the fire that came with lightning. It did not feel inviting. 

‘We’re not,’ Steve reassured you, ‘we will probably turn around, find somewhere to wait it out.’ And you would have believed him, certainly appreciated his efforts in comforting you, except you knew that Hellfire was nowhere near any safe piece of land or calm water. Not to mention, the wind was blowing you in the direction of those lightning strikes. Where else were you to go? But when the thunder boomed over you, it still felt reasonably far away. There was time, so you focused on issues much closer to you. Specifically, shoulder-to-shoulder. 

‘She told me something quite interesting, you know.’ You said, looking out ahead at where the clouds were the darkest. Yes, that must be miles away. 

‘Robin says a lot of interesting things.’ He had already distanced himself by several inches. 

‘Well, it was more what she had not said, or rather, could not say, that was so interesting.’

‘I’m not sure I follow.’ Steve said, clearly nervous. That was visible enough by the way how he started to look around.

‘I got this feeling that there were, or rather, there are, things people are keeping from me, on behalf of the captain.’ 

‘We’re all simply following orders.’ Harrington sighed.

‘So what are you orders then?’ You looked him directly in the eyes. His were brown too, much like the captains, and yet entirely different. Colder, darker, and yet as inviting. 

‘I can’t—’ He took another step back, looking up at the quarter-deck as if he had been caught red-handed stealing. But there was no one there or paying attention to the two of you. Not when the clouds grew larger and darker and the air felt denser. That density only came with rain. ‘Look, he means the best for you.’

‘We both know that is a lie. He doesn’t care about me.’

‘He might not be able to show it—’ More lightning came over you. The thunder followed in mere seconds. It was getting closer and much faster than you had anticipated. Steve looked around at his fellow crew members, who all had the same panic-stricken lines on their faces, and suddenly everything around began to move much faster. ‘Go inside and… and stop whatever you’re doing. Before you get us all into trouble.’ His words didn’t fall heavy onto you. It wasn’t a threat. Because whatever the consequences would be, whatever Munson had promised for going against his orders, was not detrimental. He was not someone that was feared by his people. That much you knew.

Harrington grabbed your shoulder and pushed you towards the stairs of the quarter deck, but you resisted, demanding answers.

‘How do I get us in trouble, what am I doing–’

‘Stop talking, please.’ He was ready to pick you up to get you out of the open air. The first droplets began to fall on your face. They were cool to the touch, a surprisingly nice change from the hot and salty air that came with every day. As the rain fell, you stared deeply into his eyes, hoping it would break a wall in him, but it cracked something in you instead.

‘Did he tell you not to speak to me.’ 

Harrington said nothing, and in many ways, that was worth more than a million words. And while before he tried to get you upstairs, he now reached for you as you ran up to the cabin, but you were already gone. The rain grew harsher; you walked into the room, door slamming up against the wall, with your hair already glued to your face, which was heating up with anger. 

Munson and Robin looked up at you, frazzled. 

‘You,’ you raged, ‘had no rights to do that.’ More thunder clapped. The wind rushed by you through the open door. Robin walked up to the window to see the waves crashing against the back of the ship and the rain that poured down into it like a curtain of steel bullets.

‘Buck, go check on the rest; tell them our plan.’ Munson said, composed, ‘and close the door.’ The wind was picking up at all the loose pieces of paper around him. Robin nodded and swiftly made her way out of the room. For the first time, she said nothing to you as she passed, closing the door. Immediately, with the wind now blocked by the walls, it was painfully quiet. 

‘There is a lot I do not understand about you, much I do not need to understand, nor want to, but I demand you to explain why you banned your crew from speaking to me.’ Your face was damp from the rain, so who could tell if tears had become mixed between them. 

‘I did no such thing,’ he grabbed the loose pieces of paper that had flown away with the wind. He was moving in a rush. 

‘We both know that is not true.’ You both walked, meeting in the middle, nearly chest to chest.

‘I do not have time for this, princess.’

‘Well, make time then.’ You could not let this be over. You wanted answers.

‘Do you not see what is happening out there,’ with the last ounce of humour left in him, he pointed at the window, though through the heavy rainfall, barely anything was visible. 

Munson walked by your side, and when you went to follow him, not wanting to give up so soon, he turned around, his nose almost smashing into yours. ‘Stay here.’ He growled. 

‘No.’ You said back.

‘Stay, or I swear, to all things sacred and not, I will chain you to that bed.’ Between his words, he had found a grip on your wrist, and it tightened with each syllable. You blinked away the flinch of pain, and something about that made him back out. ‘Stay.’ His last word before leaving you was a whisper. It echoed in your mind. 

And so, you stayed, kicking at the door with a scream of frustration. Just when you thought that things weren’t as bad when you thought you had found a place for yourself around, a stone was turned, and the truth was revealed, and how much longer could you keep doing this? 

Tired and not wanting to fall to the ground, you sat on the bed. A thought occurred to you that you could go around and just destroy everything in your sight. Let the storm take the blame for the mess you would cause, whether it eventually would reach this room or not. You wanted to throw all those books off their shelves, tear his clothing to pieces, burn all those papers on his desk and rip everything off the walls— the maps, the tapestry, the notes— 

How long had that been there? 

You must have stared at that wall for hours in the past weeks, so why had you not noticed the dagger in the corner of the wall. It was struck deep into the wall, holding up several layers of paper, but the one most recently added, right on top of the pile… you recognised the scorch marks. 

Why did this letter stay on your mind for so long? Why did it make you search every inch of this room? You couldn’t quite explain it besides maybe seeing it as a kind of purpose. You had given yourself a goal to find it, and now, as you walked closer, you may have done it. 

It had been turned backwards, now only showing an old piece of paper, only adorned by water damage and blackened edges. The knife had been pushed deep into the wood behind it, and you had to pull it a few times before getting it out. Immediately, a stack of paper fell to the ground. You picked them up and put them on the desk but took one back to the bed. There, you searched through the sheet you had taken from the below deck, where you had, hopefully, kept the other note. The one you had found in one of the chests. The one that had kept you sane, giving you a spark of hope for humanity as it reminded you that somewhere in the world, love still existed.

Both papers were damaged, so the fit was imperfect, but the sentences aligned perfectly. 

My dearest, 

The nights have been cruel, but I spend them thinking of you, and suddenly, the dark sky does not feel so heartless anymore. 

I think of your eyes. The sea reminds me of them— it is a calming sight each morning, and I imagine you looking out of your window at the shore, and perhaps we look up at the same clouds, and it is like you are right by my side and the wind feels not as harsh suddenly. More like a kiss straight from your lips. 

Some days I hum the words of that song you sang to me. I know what you have said about my voice, and the kind words still warm my heart, but they will never compare to yours. I will never do the melody justice. Only you behold such talents. 

To be able to hold you once again, to hear your voice, is the only thing that keeps me strong. I count down the days until I can tell you all these things while you lay in my arms, and I can feel your heartbeat against my palms. But for now, this must make due, sweetest, and I can only hope that when I close my eyes, I will envision you.

The last thing I will say to you is that I still have that dream some nights, the one we spoke of before I left. That we sail away from everything and create our own piece of paradise. 

I hope you do too.

Forever yours, 

—

The letter's ending had been burned off, concealing its signature, but you did not need to read it. You knew precisely what had once stood there, and upon your realisation, you could not believe that it had taken you this long to see what was right in front of you all along. After all, you had stared at the same handwriting for days in this room. On the notes scribbled in a rush, the margins and annotations of the books, but most importantly, the map you fell asleep staring at, the large cross over your home. It was all one hand. 

In shock, you reread the letter, trying to understand what was written there. As you did so, somewhere aboard, fearful yells erupted as the waves grew higher and the wind became angrier, and the rain more painful. Everything felt askew as the ship lost its balance on the water.

Chapter 7

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Who Came in With the Sea [VI]

FINALLY! 😭😭 <33 This chapter took so long to come out and I don't even know why lmao

Let's ignore that the chapters are just getting longer 💀 anyway, I hope you like it ^^

Nikolai Lantsov! (Sturmhond!) x Fem!Mermaid! Reader----4.3K---SFW**

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Synopsis: When you’re rescued from a slaver ship by a privateer and his crew, you have to get used to life aboard the Volkvolny as you try to uncover how to avenge your capture and those who you left behind--just as your place in this new world where there seems not to be a home for you anymore. 

Chapter Summary: Every day you get closer to Rakva, the land once you called home and that now only brings back haunting ghosts. Though you aren't alone as you think you'd be, once it's time to face the nightmares.

Tags: Strangers to Lovers| Slow Burn| Mermaid AU| **Descriptions of Violence, Death, & Blood| Backstory time!| Trauma Bonding Slight Hurt, mostly Comfort| A Love Confession if you squint|

You could never remember the name of your hometown. A Saint fisherman whom the humans had called it in honor of. It was around forty minutes waking to the nearby city, much more secure of the sea's sudden rage by some hills in which the farmers harvested the sweetest apples you'd ever had, the biggest potatoes your mother used to serve in her fish tomato soup.  

Perhaps the humans had believed your kind was sent by the Saint himself to aid them, when the merfolk appeared in a cave near the nearby docks, many, many years ago. The mermaids would change the course of devastating cyclones, help the humans with bountiful catches, using the pirates coming to raid the village as their offerings to the Depths. Even when they disappeared, their Gifts to the town remained.  

Your kind had learned to shapeshift, giving the Depths offerings rich in flowers and fruits, in animals and human possessions that ended up abandoned or lost on the beach. 

While in disguise, the humans gave your kind a home in which you had the ocean on your porch, the Depths so close to you that your instincts wouldn't be screaming to return to the waves. In exchange, because you people were so used to deals like these, you’ll protect them from being attacked, and they gave you the land in which you wouldn't be hunted. A delicate, centuries-old treaty that ought not to be broken. 

Until one fatal day. 

It always started with the smell. The distinct odor of gunpowder permeated the air, and then, the following, logical, burn of wood. The wooden boards of the port collapsed, doing the same wailing noise as the pitched roofs of the houses along the coast. 

Incredibly early in the morning, when the sky was still gray, some streaks of orange peeking from between the mist that hung in the ocean like a veil tearing with the shapeless shadows of approaching ships.  

The flares of their cannons made the earth tremble, making you jump out of bed, senses heightened when the air filled with smoke as if you’d been trapped in the ghost realm.  

Soon enough, all that would be left would be ghosts.  

They weren't truly pirates—wearing uniforms and using fancy rifles instead of pistols and blades. They burned everything in their way, all the obstacles. Searching, hunting, killing.  

Hunting your kind. Killing them to collect their blood on vials that would get auctioned overseas.   

They knew you were there, that mermaids had made a living among humans as was foretold by those silly fairytales people tended to forget reaching a certain age.  

A secret that shouldn't have gotten out of the small bay of the fishing town, not when the mermaids had been sent by the patron Saint to aid the working people to have plenty of catches, pleasant weather, and an active link to their faith. 

 A belief that wasn’t enough against tragedy.  

Someone had told the hunters, and for sure they weren’t the people whose voices screamed, bleeding as the red rays of sunlight filtered through the grey, tinting the waves of the same crimson hue, flicking reflections of the flames consuming any life left.  

Your parents and friends were outnumbered, because the humans had made tools whose only purpose was to destroy, and they did it very well. Bullets pierced their way through the skin, and not even open contact with the sea could heal it quickly enough before another wound bloomed open.  

They had told you to run, but there was no escape, and inland would only drive you crazy without the presence of the Depths. So, you followed them in a futile attempt to help, to even surrender with them if things went awry. To welcome the sea and become one with it. 

You had read in a fairytale that mermaids didn’t have a soul, so they enjoyed chasing humans down in search of one. It wasn’t true, of course. The merfolk chased them as a gift to the Depths, as an exchange for power. 

But taking giving too much to the Depths pushed their hunger for more into something sinister. It corrupted as all power did. Breaking once the beauty that many legends had praised to the mermaids; all that would remain would be black, bottomless eyes and shark-like teeth, a tail like a tangle of algae, grey skin with amorph scales.  

They would become like the Depths, a reflection. Their closer Daughters and Sons. Powerful, but with an insatiable hunger that would make them commit atrocities just like the one that pinned you to that sand cliff, with only your toes tethering from the darkness, the salty taste of the water mixed with metal and the acrid of burned things. Decay.  

When the hunters got you, you were about to sink into the abyss. But you saw it. 

You saw them.  

Pale, ghostly figures hovered between the black water, one gifting the bodies to the Depths, the other watching as the killed merfolk became sea foam that was swept by the currents as if they and their familiars would have never existed.  

You could read the disgust on their faces, teeth bared in a scowl.  

The traitors of the Depths don’t deserve the gifts It brings us. And such gift included life itself. 

Being on the surface, you would have felt the wet streaks of tears staining your cheeks. Alas, all you got was the burning of the poisoned harpoon clung to your side, fire traveling in your veins that was more fury than pain.  

You would make them pay. You must make them pay. 

The hunters dragged you to the surface then, and your jaw clenched at seeing the sirens disappear down the abyss, leaving the humans to leave despite the sirens’ raw instincts to kill and feed the Depths, of gaining more power with each silhouette sinking to the bottomless dark.  

But they couldn't kill the ones making their dirty deeds, as it was forbidden to cause harm to another of the Depth's cherished creations—you were a family, after all. Or once had been.  

You remembered your mother’s words about going swimming alone. That there were more dangerous things roaming in the water than greedy humans. 

The chilly air made you realize something, seeing the blurry image of your hometown torn in ruins, with smoky serpents ascending to the sky, wood calcinated, and blood splattering the golden sand. You’d become one of those things your mother feared and loathed so much if you wished to lay to rest the ghosts that will be following you in each look toward the past.  

In each nightmare that ended bathing you in a cold sweat, ghostly fingers paralyzed your being with pleads, with screams. 

You should have come down with us.  

*~*~*~* 

Nikolai felt the mattress dipping, the pair of legs next to him shaking as if the two blankets thrown on top of you both weren't enough. It made him remember his time while serving in the army, when in the middle of the night, laying in the worn-out cot before entering the battlefield, he would lay awake hearing the nightmares plaguing the other soldiers’ minds—they who had been brave enough to go to sleep in the first place. 

But he wasn’t in the border fronts anymore; winter nights where the wind howled, carrying away the screams of the ghost of the war, the ground covered in ice that creaked like broken bones with each stride of his boots. He could feel the gentle sway of the sea, the humid air clinging to his hair.  

His eyes took a couple of seconds to get used to the darkness inside his quarters, the greyish light of the upcoming morning sheepishly entering the edges of the window. 

Nikolai looked at the ceiling, from the corner of his eye taking count of your figure, which confused him for the spare moments in which his mind was calmed and empty. Then, the memories came rushing in like a flood. 

Like the flood that would occur in the Volkvolny if he couldn’t repair it before the ship could enter another storm.  

Focus. The sound wasn’t a dream, was it? 

He heard a whimpering sound, the cry echoing in the still room in which the only thing brewing a tempest was your mind. Your body shivered against his, hands clasping the blankets so hard he knew you’d wake up not feeling them at all.  

Even with the poor lightning, he could see the wet streaks running down your cheeks.  

What to do? It had been so many years since he got to wake up someone from their nightmares. Back then, he would sit at the edge of Dominik’s cot, gently shaking him by the shoulder, whispering his name to not wake up the rest. But where his friend would thrash under his grasp, you huddled in closer. 

He called your name, so many times that at some point it became a prayer.  

You opened your eyes in wide, naked terror, looking at something that wasn’t there.  

“I should have gone with them,” you said in a broken voice, strained with tears.  

He held you by trembling shoulders, trying to make his touch ground you out that memory—because no dream could ever be this vivid.  

“Breathe. Look at me.” He searched for your eyes, but they were blurry with tears Nikolai dried off with the pad of his thumb.  

“Why am I still here when they’re gone?” you said, his heart breaking, mind returning to those first nights without Dominik. An empty cot next to his. A funeral he couldn’t aid to. A friend he couldn’t save. 

It should have been me. 

The wounds made hours before were gone when he scooped closer, your body covered in a cold sweat, seeping into your bones with each trembling jerk of your legs and arms. Even if you wouldn't have been akin to helping him, Nikolai knew he would be still here, with his arms hugging you when your whimpers broke into full sobs. 

“Because they knew you’ll do great things in their place,” Nikolai muttered, even if some days he couldn’t believe it himself. “That your purpose is yet to come, while theirs… well. They know you can do it on your own,” he added, his shushed tone moving the hairs atop your hair. You smelled like the sea, the marine breeze that came to port in the summer, the ones he loved to walk under along the beach. “Sometimes it’s just love. One can’t possibly stand to see our beloveds die without at least trying to save them.” 

Your fists left the bedsheets, curling around his back as if trying to ground yourself. “I don’t think I can do it,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper that still carried out your broken heart. “I hate sacrifices.” 

He rested his head atop your head, allowing you to curl around him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, here where the haunting smell of burning powder faded into musk and books and brandy. Not a ghostly memory, but a solid person whose heart lulled yours into calm. 

“Me too, angelfish,” he said, knowing full well he was more than willing to die for any of his friends. For you, even. His hand brushed your hair toward your back, and he was glad you couldn’t see his sad smile when he replied: “You’ll have me here to help you, angelfish. If you’d have me, that is.” 

Between your shaking sobs, you nodded slightly. “I want to. Please.” 

Nikolai stood very still, just holding you as if you were made of glass despite having seen you outlined in the grey veil of the storm, in the blue of the waves the ancient power of the deep sea seeped into your eyes.  

“Do you want to hear a story?” you said, and he hoped you wouldn’t notice the goosebumps your breath drew all over his arms. “A mermaid story.” 

“I would love to.” He nodded, thinking that perhaps, someday, you would like to hear a soldier’s story, too.  

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You were looking out at the sea when the music started floating around the Volkvolny’s deck. Just like the clear evening, it sounded cheerful and light, contrary to the dread that settled on your stomach with every passing hour.  

Ever since the incident with the foreign ship, you had started to avoid the water. Your friend the squid was gone, too. Because it could sense that it wasn’t safe anymore.  

Soon, you would be able to see the outline of the coast, familiar hills covered in green contrasting with the gold dunes along the beach, and houses dotted on the horizon.  

Rakva. Your home—or what it was supposed to be your home, before. 

They were waiting for you there, you could sense it in the way the water felt still, of something roaming underneath the ship. You couldn’t even talk with Sturmhond about it, promising in your mind that you’ll get it covered like you did yesterday.  

Because it wasn’t fair for you to drag him into your situation, even when you had told him the whole story. Something that you wished to regret but couldn’t.  

He had hugged you, making you look into his eyes as his whole presence grounded you. For a moment the past didn’t bleed out in the tears sieging your eyes, the future wasn’t the amorph shadow of a tragic ending. It was just you in his arms, seeking a refuge where you could turn once the sea had become too stormy to keep navigating. 

Just another everlasting hug that made you want to freeze time.   

Now you looked at Sturmhond, his figure tall but nonchalant, talking with his crew as they were surrounding the table with uneven legs that Tolya had brought from the gallows to play cards. The promise you made to him still weighting in your mind. Of staying. 

You wanted so badly to join them, to have a smile to give them, and just seek out a brighter future, but things weren't so easy. You still had to find your revenge, hoping that perhaps it would bring you peace because nothing else had.   

Your hands grasped the rail, making the wood creak. Because even if you loathed sacrifices, you were willing to make one to keep them all safe. To keep him safe. After all, they were just trying to save you back then, too. The least you could do was do the same.  

You gazed at the waves until they became ink black under the shine of the moon, a vivid orange hue coming from the deck where Sturmhond’s crew and the new passengers were chatting and laughing, the rhythmic sound of their footsteps as they danced echoing on the deck, all celebrating to have returned home alive.   

The gloomy part of you wished you hadn’t.  

No. You thought, breathing deeply, feeling the pressure of the humid air starting to get heavy and charged around you. Calm down.  

Sturmhond was right. Your family wanted you to escape from the love they had for you, not for duty. They didn't plan for you to hunt down the sirens that sought the treacherous merfolk who dared to live among humans and not bring them to the Depths. They just wanted you to live.  

“I can’t do it,” you muttered, feeling a knot in your throat. You felt that rage was the only thing keeping you pushing forward. If it evaporated, then what? Who would you be? 

I wanted to invite you to stay with me, your mind remembered, making your cheeks hot. Could you? 

I would miss you if you left, Sturmhond had said. You looked back at them, all happy and bright like the stars on a clear night. And among them was the brightest, at least, to you.  

He caught you looking at him, smiling goodbye to his crew to join you in your lonely corner.  

I would miss you, too, you admitted, his steps echoing on the wooden floor.  

Sturmhond extended you his hand that wasn’t holding a glass of brandy, the amber liquid catching your attention for the way it reflected like honey against the lamps. “Do you want to dance? It’ll help you warm up against the wind,” he told you, settling next to you against the rail. 

You hadn't talked that much after what you told each other last morning, that you both had lost a lot of things—or rather, that he hasn’t had them in the first place. That he had forged his place in this world aboard this ship, a thing that part of you thought you couldn’t do. 

Perhaps you only needed help.  

“I don’t dance,” you said, looking at a growing smile curving his lips. “What’s so funny?” 

“I can’t believe you. You surely went to festivals and danced the night away with someone lucky enough to be your dance partner,” he chuckled, looking around before saying: “Unless you can’t dance because you’re bad at using your pretty legs.” 

You frowned. “I’m very good at using my legs, thank you for your concern.” You could run and jump and climb trees, but dancing had never been an interesting activity for you, even if your parents taught you from a tender age.  

“Then concede me a dance, my lady,” he said. “I won’t disappoint you—in fact, I’m quite an excellent dancer.” 

"At this point, you're just utterly perfect," you replied, not without a hint of sarcasm in your voice.  

“It makes me very happy you’re finally noticing, love.” 

The cold breeze of the ocean didn’t help to cool down your hot cheeks. You didn’t say anything, thinking that perhaps he would leave. But he didn’t. He had been used to your silences during your night watches, lending you comfort by his presence alone.  

“I wanted to tell you that my offer still stands,” Sturmhond muttered, his fingers playing with the glass. He turned to look at you. “You can stay here. This could be your home, just as it is for many,” he said, looking at his crew.  

As it is for me, hung in the air.  

“I…” you said, fingers tapping along the rail, feeling the soft surface, being brushed over for who knows how many hands through the years, against the rain and the sun, the wind. You wanted to be as studier as this piece of wood. “I have to… finish some business I left behind.” 

His eyes hardened, knowing the risks your vengeance would bring onto you. “Let me help you.” 

“I can’t.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t want to lose anybody else.” Much less you. But you couldn’t say that, because the sea was listening, just as the creatures lurking beneath.  

You looked at him with a faint smile, your hand covering his with a fleeting weight. “I think I’ll concede you this dance, my lord.” 

Sturmhond chuckled, and for a moment you thought he would keep insisting, not letting you slip away with such a ridiculous distraction. But pressuring you wasn’t the way either.  

He put the empty glass over a cargo box nearby, his other hand tugging yours to keep you half-hidden from view. Your frown must have been amusing to him because he passed his thumb over the crease.  

“Wouldn’t be as special if we have a big audience, don’t you think?” he said, his hand finding a comfortable spot on the curve of your hip. “I’m dancing with a beautiful mermaid, after all.” 

The music sounded muffled, shadows elongated around the corner you had claimed as a personal ballroom, barely illuminated by the moonlight peeking between the clouds and the ghostly orange hue of the lamps reflected in the sails.  

Still there in the semi-penumbra, you saw his golden hair glow, and his bright smile made your stomach feel too light, just like your feet as he twirled you around. A giggle escaped from your lips as you felt the breeze enveloping you. 

It made you go back to the docks, your figure steeping on the edge of the wooden planks, ready to transform into your mermaid form to join your family on the water.  

“Isn’t your smile so lovely?” he commented, cradling you into his arms after the turn. So awfully close to being considered proper, but you didn’t mind, so his shoulders relaxed when you put your free hand above one instead of placing it into the inner curve of his elbow. 

“I still think it’s the mermaid charm,” you commented, biting the inside of your cheek to stop you from smiling even more. “I’ve been lulling you at night with my voice, after all.” 

You were swaying in a slower rhythm than the cheerful melody floating in the air, cast away in your little world—the same one from his chambers after dark, where you would lay next to him and just talk, unsteady whispers of flicking stories about mermaids collecting shells for the kids, about a young boy learning how to sail. 

Sturmhond smiled. “The best sleep I’ve had in so long.” He squeezed your hand taken in his, leaning down his head so slightly that all you could see was him. “So much that in the morning, when I wake up and see you, it still feels like a dream.” 

“I—, you’re just saying that” you breathed, wondering if he could hear your heart pick up speed.  

“I’m prone to be shameless, but I’m speaking with my heart here, angelfish," Stumhond called your name in a mutter, like a secret he would like to treasure within his heart forever, and you couldn’t deny him from letting him see your eyes boring into his. “Tell me how foolish it is for a ship’s captain to want a mermaid as much as I want you. I need to hear it—though I can’t promise your answer will change how I feel.” 

You stood there; lips pressed in a thin line that already felt like rejection to him. 

“I can’t promise you any more things,” you said softly, the dance ending abruptly but not so your closeness. “Things that perhaps I won’t be able to fulfill.” You looked away for a moment, your gaze fixated on the waves. "What if I can’t come back after… that? What then? I don’t wish you to hold onto the ghost of a broken promise.” 

 “Better a broken promise than the eternal regret of things left unsaid.” 

“You’re too deep to be just a privateer,” you joked, but you couldn’t make him laugh. Shrinking slightly, you muttered: “I think it’s very foolish of you.” 

He arched his eyebrows, hands still on your body as if trying to memorize it in those flicking moments before falling asleep when you held onto him to climb onto the deck after your swims.  

“But I think I’m a little bit of a fool, too,” you whispered, your head tilting upwards so your words could be heard amidst the growing noise of the waves leaping against the Volkvolny’s hull.  

Sturmhond chuckled. “Luckily for me,” he said, his breath tingling your cheeks, eyes drawn to your lips. You were so close you could taste the brandy from them. 

A drizzle started falling, icy rain quickly seeping into your clothes as Sturmhond tried to cover you with his jacket without much success.  

He looked at the sky, lead clouds covering the moon in thick overlays. The ship had just started entering a storm. “Perhaps not so much today, it seems,” Sturmhond added with an annoyed pout, which made you smile. 

The sways of the waves increased, but that wasn’t the reason you leaned in against him in a hug, head buried against his chest. On your tiptoes, you gathered the courage to settle a shy kiss on the outline of his jaw. 

You felt him stiffening, his hand returning to your waist to give it a fleeting squeeze. “You should do that again, angelfish, once we get out of this storm.” 

“Captain!” you heard someone shout from the crow’s nest. “It seems we should deviate the route.” The man let fall the spyglass into Sturmhond’s grasp. “There’s a cyclone ahead of our original course.” 

He frowned, and you could read his mind. This wasn’t a tropical cyclone’s zone, much less in the starting months of winter when both the air and the water became colder.  

“I’ll take the helm, then,” he said, his eyes warmth, hands putting the jacket over your shoulders to keep whatever speckle of warmth was left. “You should go inside.” 

“I’m going to fetch raincoats," you answered because there was no way you would let him alone navigate amidst the tempest, no matter how many times he had done so.  

Maybe you could even make the storm weaker, even if it was another trap you’d be willingly falling into.  

“You don’t have to, angelfish,” Sturmhond took your hand before you could slip away, almost a plea for you to refuge inside his chambers, where you would be safe.  

“I want to. I’ll help you. If you’d have me,” you said, hearing the rumble of thunder growing closer.  

His bright eyes crinkled in crescents when he grinned, a boyish smile that ended with a strained laugh bubbling out his chest.  

“Completely,” he muttered, letting his hand trace the curve of your cheek, the warmth of your skin soothing against the freezing rain. “Endlessly.” 

You smiled sheepishly, feeling your cheeks boiling despite the drop in temperature with every league the Volkvolny approached the storm’s heart.  

“Then I’ll be back,” you called, letting go of his hand to run toward the latch and down his chambers. Along the way, you couldn't stop thinking that even if there were some promises that you couldn’t keep, that wouldn’t mean you won’t try.  

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[arcane-ish]

Out of all the dumb fic attempts I'm never going to finish is one AU where Vander and Silco are actually Freljordians from some Winter's Claw tribe.

Because I went through all kinds of options of "what if they were born in X instead" and I actually think Winter's Claw Freljord would be the place where Silco would do the least clashing with the establishes structures. Mostly because there aren't a ton of structures.

Granted, in my head canon/fic he still clashes a little bit with it, but he's a lot more understanding for why those structures exist even if they don't work for him. (in my head canon Silco and Vander run off together eventually and move to Bilgewater to be pirates where they adopt the gang of kids but there isn't a ton of hard feeling on Silco's side vis a vis their tribe)

Anyway, here is my list of head canons on how well Silco would fit into the other regions (again presuming his basical personality is still maintained and it's not a case of "if he grew up pampered and rich maybe he wouldn't have a care in the world and would just be a sweet guy without a chip on his shoulder").

Ionia: On the plus side, there is a struggle going on that is generally societally accepted. On the other hand, I feel like maybe Silco wouldn't vibe 100% with the whole magic/nature stuff to the extent "you can't even build a house, you need to rely on a tree to willingly glrow you one". It's still fun to think what order they would go into (though I guess they could just duplicate the Zed/Shen conflict). Now the other interesting bit would be what if Silco and Vander were vastaya but there is the bit where vastaya are basically old by default so Silco's youthful anger wouldn't really fit. [I do love the idea of what Ionian!Silco would think of Riven. ]

Bilgewater: Bilgewater seems the most similar to Zaun, so one would think it would be the best fit with its anarchistic spirit. And yes, I agree, that's why in my head canon they eventually end up moving there. But I feel Bilgewater would probably be a pretty unpleasant place to grow up in and work your way up to the ships. Plus they have a pirate king/queen Silco could clash wish.

Noxus: I feel like he would be comparatively happy if he was a born Noxian and would gel with the Noxian meritocracy approach. However, I feel he would eventually get suspicious if Noxus really is as meritocratic as they claim to be or if in the end aristocratic families still do a lot of string pulling. I could picture him becoming zealous anti Black Rose, though Black Rose member Silco has its own appeal.

Demacia: LOL, I feel like he would hate them more than he hates Piltover, even if wasn't a mage (but of course doubly so if he was).

Targon: I think he would slot it pretty naturally with either the Lunari or with Pantheon's quest. I guess I just find Targon a bit boring as a region, hence why it isn't as prominent with me.

Shurima: Shurima is interesting to me. Aristocracy and lots of magic bullshittery and Noxian oppression going on. I feel like he would be borderline stumped which bit to rebel against first.

Ixtal is barely a region/we now too little about it and Void and Shadow Isles don't really have people in the conventional way (though I guess he could still be Buhru or a Shadow Isles treasure hunter).

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[lapaduza]

Can we have some info on mylo if/or how he survived please

I am deeply interested in how the Mylo's place in the story and was hoping you could give some answers.

P. S i love your artwork it is very inspiring to write my own stories (even if they're in my head)

Hello !

Thank you a lot for your question I'm extremely glad and honored that you appreciate my silly stuff this much !!! :D

To answer you Mylo's fate very much depends on the AU. I have several (even if so far I only posted about three I have a few more that are waiting around to be posted about xD)

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In the main AU (where deck and clag save each other) I couldn't find a plausible way to save him without characters having access to a good medical facility so sadly he ain't alive in it (where I could justify clag or deck having severe concussion and a few broken things but still surviving).

But I do have a flashback about him in the epilogue of "deckard very bad day" and might have more moments of clag thinking about him and his family.

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In the "modern" one i started to post drawings for (with sevika boxing), the context is completely different as most characters are in their thirties and I keep virtually nothing of the original show. It's a very self indulgent one xD

But in that one Mylo is very much alive and a childhood friend of both clag and deck, and works with them as a factory worker. And you will see more of him as I keep developing it ! :D

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In the pirate one he is also alive and is working on Vander's ship with most of the cast (at least until the story actively starts hehe). He became mate with clag and deck as they traveled and he is a pretty decent pirate really !!!

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I have a few more, including an scp style one where Mylo is clag, vi and powder adopted bro / a variant of the main one where he has the same place as in the show !! It is a very dark au tho / another seamonster related one where he is clag adopted bro / and some others that I have yet to reveal xD

But in all of those Mylo is and stays alive :D often being a happy nuisance that likes complaining a lot. But I love him xD

I hope I managed to answer some of your question ? And please don't hesitate if you have more !!! <3

#not art #im very happy to see people having a good time with my stories :D #and mylo is a character that grew on me quite a bit as i developed more stories xD

[ferinehuntress]

are there any lesser played canon characters you’d like to see in your community? would you consider writing them? , do you prefer plotting a thread or improvising? does it depend? , how do you feel about canon divergences, crossovers, and alternate universes?

◈　 ⇢  @knlfed　 ⋯　 questions for writers

I did answer this in another one, but at the moment I can't think of really any. I just kind of go with the flow with whoever has what.

I might try my hand back at Miss Fortune again, I love a sassy pirate. I dont' see her around much, Another one might be Nami, but she is so highly restrictive with being a water being/mermaid type character and I wouldn't like that kind of restriction. I tend to try and focus more on characters form Piltover and Zaun though. I did write Mel a bit, but I just realized due to some situations I can't write her (I still love her though). Grayson is a big one, I wish someone wrote her, I lvoe to write with her.

Maybe I could, come up with a plotline, maybe something almost mirrored reflection like what happens to Vander becoming Warwick. Imagine someone doing that to Grayson, like kind of being this protector of the night but she has to stay in the shadows. Where Warwick is struggling with the bloodlust and that, Grayson having complete control, but she would be absolutely outcasted by Piltover due to her 'monstrous' look.

As for my style, I'm very much a plotter. I can't do random threads off the whim and improvising is way too hard. Now, I'm not saying I need a script, its okay if a character does something unexpected that we didn't talk about. What i'm looking at is more of a plotting foundation rather then 'we have to do this, then this, then this'. It gives a form of stability, while still allowing characters to act out. I guess, ironically, think of it like DnD. The dungeon master gives you a storyline, a plotline, and then you throw your characters into it to see what happen. You don't know what will happen, but you have a general idea of what your goal is.

I don't mind canon divergence, in fact, when you look at my Caitlyn and Vi, they are EXTREMELY divergent. They are both half vastaya, caitlyn never becomes sheriff, Vi will never be an enforcer (ever), my ciatlyn actually does get into the politic lifestyle as she is the heiress of her house now, etc….. but I never take away from the character. I take what is made form the character and expand.

However, I do not do crossovers. There is this problem in my head that, when you cross two worlds, it functionally does not work for me. Its like putting ice into fire, the ice will not last, it will melt and disappear. It takes away from the inclusion of the world in my mind as well, I do not like it. Trying to throw say, Elsa from Frozen into Hazbin Hotel, its just not going to work for me. Massively two different genres, different worlds, smashed into one is not the kind of chaos I like. Even if someone is say a "multi-universe traveler" it still takes away that inclusion factor for me, so I stay away for it. It is why I say crossovers are not going to happen on my blog.

Alternate Universes, I don't really engage in. Again, I prefer to try and keep my character in the world they are in. AUs create different worlds, and so the character may grow up differently. The only AUs I do on this blog is putting Caitlyn and Vi into BG3. That's why I have it where I say I'm only writing in the BG3 universe or the LoL Runeterra/Arcane Universe. No AUs, no other things. It spreads me too thin and I really want to focus more on how these characters develop in their own worlds.

#knifed #[ panda speaks ] — ooc answered . #[ panda speaks ] — ooc post .

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astielle chapter 27 ask dump!

@ivylaughed asked:

The thing that keeps getting me about Chapter 26 is Leonas in the dream. He's finally got privacy. He can be himself unobserved. And he's soft and he's tentative. And it's okay! He can take it slow because no one is going to take that time away from him! No time limits, just however long they travel and dream together! The way he's slowly almost leaning into Karzarul's chest makes my heart clench. I love the contrast between how he can be in his dream and his waking self. <3

that conversation gave me A Lot of trouble until i figured out he could not have it around minnow (for the same reason he makes her cover her ears later)

anonymous asked:

I'm sure the rest of the chapter is going to be great but I had to stop 6 paragraphs in b/c OW. WHY.

anonymous asked:

the willow tree!!! the willow tree!!!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

Kitty, the cabin with the tree. omg, the cabin and the freaking tree. Was that Vaelon's? Did Karzarul build it for when he "came back"? I was not prepared for the whiplash between trauma moment and face-fucking bondage, and I still have not recovered from the freaking willow tree moment.

@gentlyouttatime asked:

leonas immediately recognizing the willow tree and getting them to leave was so good!! the hand squeeze train was also very cute

violet and leonas are like the same hat meme except it's 'avoidant trauma responses' and also karzarul's wearing the hat over his eyes so he can't see shit and violet is spotting for him

anonymous asked:

Boyfriend (transitive property)

@hehehe426 asked:

*communism bugs bunny* our boyfriend

@purple-hel asked:

"I'd know if I was hungry" "You think you're tired and mad all the time for no reason" Listen, ma'am, I did not ask to be called out like this!

@cannedinternets asked:

“I’m not even hungry.”“You’re always hungry.”“I don’t know why you keep saying that,” Leonas said. “I’d know if I was hungry.”“No,” Minnow said. “You think you’re tired and mad all the time for no reason.” Hey uuuuuh this just took me out at the knees like a tripwire. Good news tho i ate a sammich and feel better now.

loving how many people felt dragged by this

@makadragontamer asked:

The goddesses had to nerf leonas with low self esteem cause he'd be too powerful and sexy otherwise (also all of that was kinks I knew I had and it Still felt like a revelation good job)

anonymous asked:

LEONAS ALLOWED TO DIRTY TALK PROPERLY FOR THE FIRST TIME AND HE DOES THAT. I knew this chapter was gonna be good but I was not prepared

it has been on his mind for. A While.

@sailor-lady asked:

Somewhere Vi is *smirking*

@opalescent-potato asked:

fucking superb, absolutely sublime facefucking, thank you.

@ghostly-squid asked:

What ARE monster horns for if not to provide convenient handles?!? Congrats to Leonas to figuring out Karzarul's got a praise kink despite his attempts to convince himself that of COURSE the Monster King doesn't have a praise kink! (Also, I'm laughing at Leonas being all "of COURSE you have more sexual experience than me!" Wait til he hears about the Real Life pirate orgies!) ... as much as I love cheese, a cheese-based diet is not... nutritionally balanced? The whole "too much Sunlight is bad for you" makes it seem like a weird religion-centered explanation for something people figured out by "what kind of diet doesn't cause health problems" OR Leonas's dad made it up, in which case, too much Sunlight is maybe good for Leonas??? He is solar powered, but does sun bathing give him a boost or something? That would be fun! It would also make the whole "locked in a tower" thing Magically Worse, again!

;3c

@adorkable1291 asked:

Sooooo fucking hot omg!! Everything about this was so lovely and cute and sexy and HOT! Love their dynamic, the chats they have through it all! It’s so nice to see the convos/mistakes/checking in too. Makes it really feel like actual people. Your writing is awesome!!

anonymous asked:

I love how much fun and humor you add in your sex scenes - the moment where Karzarul projects his voice because he doesn't realize Leonas is trying to be sexy and everyone's reaction to it was so genuinely delightful, as well as the running "your boyfriend/ourboyfriend" joke. It's so fun and makes the rest of the scene shine even more

@justconstantly asked:

"she can hear what I don't say" "I've begun to care about you very much, which does not mean I like you" *SCREAMS* vulnerable Leonas hours but then we immediately pretend it never happened amiright Also shiiiitttt was that house they went to first where Ari raised that kid hero? I gotta go reread apparently. Another great chapter as usual! Thank you for writing

the willow tree has come up before, but never the cabin!

@rose-and-bones asked:

“When she’s biting me, she’s your girlfriend.” There are too many perfect moments! I'm dying!!! And it makes me so happy to see Karzarul being treated with love and care. He deserves it <3 <3 <3

anonymous asked:

"It also occurred to him that trying to get Minnow to act like she lived in a society since they were young may have negatively impacted his sense of what constituted an acceptable thing to say to a person while his dick was out." Holy shit I'm dead this line has murdered me I love your writing

we can only imagine the extent of the crisis he had the first time they had a teacher-student moment that was also a massive turn-on

@revirag asked:

Trauma hits Karzarul in the face like pies hit clowns. Sadly I can't add a gif here, but I hope the idea still gets through Other than that: very sexy threesome, Leonas being a Dom makes me feel things. And imagine how hot Lynette and Karzarul would have been, you know, if they ever got over antagonizing each other. Or maybe even without it.. I am not supporting BDSM as therapy, but come on, it might have worked for them. Other than that: i love Minnow caring for both of her boyfriends. So soft

the au where lynette got over her hangups and just fucked the monster would solve a lot of problems, and create a lot of new ones. maybe karzarul would even have dealt with that thing where he lowkey thinks of 'tall woman with a sword' as its own distinct and terrifying gender

#original #astielleblogging #writeblogging #astielle spoilers

[css1992]

Guilty Pleasure

[Porn AU]

Summary: Peter and Beck used to be a power couple in the porn industry, but after Beck dumps him, Peter is forced to start over. With no money, no family and nowhere to go, he doesn’t have much choice other than to keep doing porn, so he joins Just4Fans to get back on his feet and then one day he gets a very generous tip from someone under the username of YKWIM.

Warnings: 18+, explicit, references to past non-con/rape (not between main pairing, not explicit), daddy kink, Peter in lingerie, references to gaslighting and abusive relationship (not between main pairing, not explicit). The warnings are for the story as whole, not for this chapter specifically. I’ll add more in the future, if needed.

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Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV / Part V / Part VI / Part VII / Part VIII / Part IX / Part X /  Part XI / Epilogue

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“He can’t do this!” Ned slammed his hands down on the counter between them, as Peter took a swig of the cheap wine he bought with the last ten bucks he had in his wallet. “He isn’t even in all of the videos, at least half of the money is rightfully yours!” He kept going, stating the obvious, but Peter just sighed and shrugged.

“I’m not disagreeing with you, Ned, I’m just relaying what he told me: he’s not gonna give me anything. It’s his channel, his equipment, the money from the subscriptions goes straight to his bank account, so it’s his. It’s all his. His words, by the way.” He took another swig of wine straight from the bottle. He had been drinking from a small glass Ned offered him – he wasn’t a pirate – but it soon proved to be too small to quench his pain, so. Yeah. Pirate style it was.

“You have to sue his ass, Peter, he can’t get away with this,” MJ intervened. She was sitting next to him on a stool by the kitchen counter, so he turned to look at her with a deep frown on his face.

“Did you not hear me saying I just spent my last ten dollars on this bottle of wine? I have, like, twenty four cents left in my pocket. And that’s it. I can’t hire a lawyer, I can’t even feed myself right now!” He raised his voice a little, but quickly got himself back under control and apologized. His friends were not to blame for his predicament – they did try to warn him Beck was bad news, he didn’t want to listen. “And you know what? I don’t give a fuck. He can choke on all of it if he wants, the videos, the money, the subscribers, I don’t fucking care.” It wasn’t true, of course. Well, partially. He really didn’t care about the money, videos, subscribers, etc, but he cared about Beck. He would have given everything else up if it meant he could keep him.

Which was stupid of him, of course. But he certainly wasn’t winning any awards for being a great decision maker.

“It’s still not fair. I mean, I knew that guy was sleazy, but you’d think he’d have the decency to at least give you something, you know? You’ve been together for three years, he’s been making money off your ass for almost as long. How could he just fucking kick you out and not give you a single dime? After all the money you’ve made for him? It’s fucking sick, that guy is fucking psychopath if you ask me.” MJ’s face was turning red from anger, which made Peter smile a little. It felt good to know he was loved by someone, even if he hadn’t been the best friend to them for the past few years.

The thought made him close his eyes for a second, guilt creeping over him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d called either of them – maybe on Ned’s birthday, almost two months earlier. They used to be inseparable, the three of them; the three musketeers, as corny and lame as it sounded. For years, those two were the only family he knew, but when Beck came into his life, everything changed.

Stupid fucking Beck.

Peter used to think of him as his own personal super-hero – it did feel like he had come to save him, after all. They met when he was seventeen, he had been living in foster homes for almost seven years by then, after Ben and May passed away. At the time, he was with his fifth family, and there were so many children in that house, so many of them came and went, that their foster parents didn’t really keep tabs most of the time. It was easy to sneak out, and Peter did, often.

He met Beck on one of his night walks – and their first meeting should have raised all kinds of red flags, but for whatever reason, it didn’t. Beck slowed the car next to him, rolled down the window and asked how much Peter charged for a blowjob. Just like that. The teen gasped at first, but when he looked around for a moment, he realized he wasn’t in the most family friendly neighborhood. There were, in fact, some men and women around him who definitely looked like they were there for that, but Peter was in sweats, for crying out loud, and he definitely looked his age – or even younger than that.

His wide eyes must have given him away, because the older man quickly apologized and showed him a charming, white smile. He made up some excuse about mistaking him for someone else and the boy said it was ok. He was going to keep walking when Beck asked what his name was. Then how old he was. Then where he was going, where he ha come from.

Looking back, Peter knew he should have run. He should have left, because there was no excuse for an adult man like him to keep asking a teenager so many questions right after he basically offered him money to suck his dick. But that Peter, that 17-year-old boy, was still a bit too naive. To have such a handsome man showing interest in him – his kind, blue eyes smiling at him, warm and safe – was inebriating. He actually looked at him. And cared. At least Peter thought he did at the time. And he was so lonely back then, even that little bit of attention meant the world to him.

He should have run, but he stayed. Should have run, but got in his car. Should have run, but ended up giving him a clumsy hand job in the backseat, after just a few sweet promises whispered in his eager ears. Beck was so good with words, he could have convinced Peter to jump off a bridge that very same night if he wanted.  

They exchanged phone numbers. For weeks, they texted and called each other, until they could  meet again. By then, he was smitten. At twenty, he could see how innocent he had been, how trusting and open he was with a complete stranger. A 32 year-old stranger, at that. Ned and MJ, his only friends from school, warned him that it wasn’t okay. That it was weird for a man his age to be interested in a teenage boy, but Peter said they were wrong. He said he wasn’t just a regular kid, he had been through stuff they could only imagine. He was mature and experienced, and Beck could see that, which was why he liked him.

Looking back now, it was embarrassing how wrong he was. Beck was an illusionist. Sad thing was everyone could see the trapdoor but him.

“So what are you gonna do now?” MJ asked, fishing another bottle of wine from under the counter and placing it in front of Peter, who almost cried in gratitude.

“You mean besides crying myself to sleep for the next few months?” He wasn’t really joking. The only reason he wasn’t crying right at that moment was because he had spent almost three hours bawling his eyes out on a park bench close to their – well, Beck’s – apartment, hoping against hope that Beck would reconsider and come after him. When it became clear it wasn’t going to happen, he headed to the only place he knew he could find refuge – even if he didn’t deserve it.

“Yeah, besides that, obviously.” She opened the wine bottle and before he could take it and drink straight from it, she poured three glasses and Peter sighed, defeated.

“I have no idea.” He answered, only slightly surprised that he actually meant it. He had absolutely no clue what to do. For three years, he hadn’t had to worry about money – or anything, really. Beck took care of everything and he just assumed it would always be like that. That he would always have him by his side to take care of him.

He rubbed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Are you going to keep doing porn?” Ned asked, a worried expression on his face. Peter remembered he hated the idea when Beck first suggested it, as soon as he turned eighteen.

People are gonna lose it, Beck said. A pretty little twink and a hot daddy? We’re going to be a hit.

And they were. Their first videos blew up quickly, people were either disgusted by the thought of them together – because of the age gap – or completely enthralled. The haters helped them get more views, and Peter soon learned that there really was no such thing as bad publicity. Beck promoted their videos on twitter, where they accumulated thousands of followers. Peter remembered that, back then, many people sent him worried messages, saying he was too young, that Beck was a predator, that he was taking advantage of him.

In retrospect, they might have been right, after all.

He wasn’t too sure about doing porn when they first started, he knew once they released the first video, there was no going back, there was no way they could ever take it down – the internet was forever. Nothing was ever truly deleted. He wanted to be a dad someday, what if his children ever saw those videos in the future? What would have Ben and May thought? What about his parents?

None of this matters, honey, Beck assured him. These kids don’t even exist yet, don’t worry about them. And your relatives, well… They’re gone, sweetie. You can’t really disappoint them anymore.

So Peter did it. And he was terrified at first, he felt so exposed, people all over the world could see him in his most vulnerable moments, all of him, in every position Beck managed to put him in, in any outfit he thought the public might like, in any setting he thought might bring in more viewers, more subscribers, more money.

Soon, just the two of them weren’t enough. Their viewers wanted to see Peter with other people – other daddies –  and Beck saw another opportunity to increase his profit. Peter was strongly against the idea at first, it felt too much like prostitution, which was where he wanted to draw the line, but, again, Beck sweet-talked him into it.

It’s nothing like prostitution, honey, he said. I’ll be there the whole time, I’ll be the one filming and directing, I’ll be the one paying the other actors, all the profits are ours. How is that anything like prostitution? It’s just like what we’ve been doing so far.

So not only there were a bunch of videos of him and Beck out there in the world, there were also lots of videos of him with other men, some of whom were old enough to be his actual dad. There was even one video in particular that he was specially embarrassed by – and sadly enough, that was the most viewed one so far. It was fucking humiliating.

At some point, Peter should have realized it became all about money for Beck – and maybe it had been like that all along, he just hadn’t noticed before. Over the last few months of their relationship, they never had sex just for fun, just for the hell of it. There were always cameras, and lights, and roles to play. Beck never said he loved him anymore. Barely touched him. Barely kissed him. He should have seen it coming. He had been too blind, or just… Didn’t want to see what was happening right before his eyes. He ignored all the signs. The voice in the back of his head telling him something was off.

But anyway, porn. Could he still do it?

“I don’t know,” he answered, finally. He looked at his best friends and sighed with a shrug. “To be honest, it was never something I enjoyed, and I don’t know if I could ever do it without him somehow involved, you know? I did it with him because I felt… Safe? I don’t want to get involved in the actual porn industry, I’ve heard some pretty fucked up stories.” Peter had heard horror stories about other boys in the industry, and even though his own story was no fairy tale, there was nothing so bad that it couldn’t get worse.

“How about Just4Fans?” MJ asked and both Peter and Ned turned to look at her in shock. “What? You guys were pretty popular, right? You won awards and shit, so there must be at least a few hundred people out there who would pay money to see some dirty pictures of you, maybe some short videos. That way you won’t need to go into professional porn and you wouldn’t need a partner, but you could still make decent money. And fast.”

Well, it actually made sense. It wasn’t like there weren’t hundreds of videos of him being fucked raw all over the internet, anyway. A few dirty pictures couldn’t hurt. And besides, it didn’t need to be forever, just until he figured something out.

“That’s… actually not a bad idea,” he conceded, drinking the last of the wine in his glass. MJ sympathetically filled it up again and he mumbled his thanks.

“What do you think he will do now?” Ned asked carefully, and Peter shrugged for what felt like the hundredth time. There was so much he didn’t know.

“Probably keep shooting videos with his new boy-toy.” He managed to say it with a steady voice, but his eyes burned. He still couldn’t believe how… replaceable Beck thought he was.

When he noticed them interacting online a few months earlier, before the boy was even eighteen, Peter was alarmed, but when he confronted the older man about it, he said he was crazy and seeing things, picking up fights for no reason. He always twisted things in a way that, somehow, Peter was the one apologizing to him in the end.

Months later, just weeks after the kid turned eighteen, there he was – homeless, penniless and lost – meanwhile the other guy was probably getting comfortable in his bed. If Peter didn’t hate the kid, he would pity him. In a few years, he would probably meet the same fate.

“Do you think he would take the videos down if you asked?” Ned asked, and Peter scoffed.

“Yeah, right, those videos will still make him a lot of money monthly, he’d never delete them.” And Peter would have to live with the fact that he would always be just one google search away from complete humiliation and exposure. If he ever tried to get a serious job, those videos would stand in the way. If he ever managed to meet somebody decent and good, those videos would be a testament to what sort of person he was in the past. Fuck, some of them were really fucked up.

“So… Should we create fake twitter accounts to trash talk his short dick or what?” MJ was already grabbing her phone and Peter laughed halfheartedly, shaking his head.

“He’s not worth it. Karma will take care of him, I’m sure.” He drank the last of his wine and whimpered sadly. “So… Can I crash with you guys for a few days? I promise I’m not gonna overstay my welcome! I’ll be out of your hair as soon as the Just4Fans thing works out.”

“Of course you can, nerd, stay as long as you need. We’ve got your back, c’mon.” MJ got up from her stool and gestured for him to do the same. “Do you mind taking the couch?” She asked as she headed to her bedroom in the tiny apartment.

“Not at all,” he answered with a sigh of relief, then went to grab his suitcase by the door. Three years together and that was all he had to show for it. A single suitcase with a few changes of clothes, after being kicked out of the house on a cold February night. His eyes burned but he took a deep breath, blinking them rapidly to avoid the tears.  

“Then make yourself at home. Our casa es su casa.” MJ placed a pillow on the couch and handed him a thick, warm blanket.

“We’ll figure something out, okay?” Ned clasped him on the shoulder with a gentle smile on his face.

“Okay.” He sighed, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his crushed chest.

He waited for his friends to go into their respective rooms, waited to hear their quiet snores, before he allowed the tears to run freely down his face, replaying everything Beck said to him when he kicked him out.

Before he knew it, he was a sobbing a little, so he buried his face in the pillow to muffle the noise, as he tried to convince himself that things were going to be okay, that he was going to be okay. But at that moment, that was hard to believe.

#starker #peter parker x tony stark

[awhphooey]

Au list with basic descriptions:

1. Triplet trap - HDL are raised seperate and swap places to mess with their guardians, only to find out they’re brothers

2. Tiktok - the kids have tiktok

3. Sidekick Huey - Fenton agrees to let Huey become his sidekick, and Gyro makes Huey some gear

4. Highschool - Della, Donald, Fenton and Gyro highschool shenangains

5. Phineas and Ferb - Perry the Platypus is a secret agent in the DT universe

6. Genderbend - exactly what it says

7. Human - what it says

8. Witch and Raven - Webby is a witch with Lena as her raven familiar. They need to find help and defeat Magica

9. Hue-E - Wall-E Buey au!

10. Spiderwebbs - webby is a spider-person!!

11. Avengers - the avengers are replaced by Ducktales characters, but the au mainly focuses on HDLW + co

12. Next Gen - next generation au, you can find more info on @dtnextgenau

13. Castle McDuck - medieval au that focuses on Gos, a knight supposed to guard HDLW, and her crush on a witch in the forest sworn to protect magical creatures

14. Ghost House - HDL, Gosalyn and Boyd are ghosts in a house turned into a tourist attraction by the Sabrewings. Lena is a tour guide who can talk to ghosts, and Webby is a YouTuber who wants to catch a ghost on camera

15. Love Louie - Love, Simon Bouie au!

16. Feelings - in which the McDuck clan has powers that are highly based on their feelings

17. Apocalypse - zombie apocalypse au!!

18. Heroes - highschool au with the kids but HDLW have superpowers

19. Duckfalls - @duckfallsau

20. Over the Garden Wall - HDL take the place of Wirt and Greg

21. Pets - just an au where the kids all have pets

22. Pirate au (dewlet) - Webby and Violet are both pirate captains looking for a missing treasure

23. Youtubers - HDW are you tubers

24. Stranger Tales - Strangerthings au, self explanatory jsjsjs

25. Gos and Vi - Austin & Ally au, Gosalyn is Austin and Violet is Ally

26. Villain Webby - webby is raised by FOWL

27. Villain Violet - Magica manipulates Violet into doing what Lena failed to do

28. Villain Lena - Lena is a monster, quite literally, and Magica has better control over her

29. Cast Members - the kids work at disney

30. House Hunt - Fenro adopts HDLW after Donald dies in an accident. They have to find a house that suits them all

31. Dell&Webbs - Della comes back early and HDL never meet Scrooge and webby

32. Heathers - Heathers au with Lena as JD and Webby as Veronica

33. Octonauts - the Octonauts are hero’s in the DT universe

34. Moon twins - Donald gets stuck on the rocket with Della and they both get shot to the moon, Scrooge raises HDL

35. Moon Triplets - Selene is the triplets other parent and they have powers relating to the moon

36. Hero Dewlyn - Dewey is an ameture hero and Gosalyn became Quiverwing

37. Reversal Au - total character reversal au

38. Mark Beaks isn’t an asshole au - Mark is nice jsjdjd

39. HDLW Guardians of The Galaxy - HDLW and co are basically space Pirates and aliens and they’re p cool

40. Adult Guardians of the Galaxy - follows the movies

41. Kid Nation - go watch the show on YouTube and you’ll understand

42. BMC - BMC au,,, idk what to say here jsjsjs

43. Coraline - This one has been done a lot but yeah

44. Donald and the Phantoms - Julie and the Phantoms au, Donald is Julie

45. Huey and the Phantoms - same thing ^ but Huey is Julie

46. Tales of Duckburg - Tales of Arcadia au covering Trollhunters, 3 Below and Wizards

47. Sherlock au - fenro au, Gyro is Sherlock and Fenton is John

48. Invisible Sister - I’m gonna stop explaining ones based off movies lmao

49. HalloweenTown

50. Coffee shop - rare pair coffee shop au! The shop is run by husbands Duckworth and Scrooge and the rare pairs are either workers or customers

51. Monster au - Gyro accidentally turns everyone in the bin into monsters before a Halloween party

52. Triplet Age Swap - HDL realize they’ve been lied to about their age. Dewey is the oldest, Louie is the middle child, and Huey is the youngest

53. Kid Swap - the kids swap personalities

54. iZombie

55. Team Magic Band au - Team Magic starts a band to help Lena vent her worries and stress

56. Inheritance Au - HDLW inherit the company when Scrooge passes

57. Age Gap - Huey is 16, Dewey is 11, and Louie is 6

58. Umbrella Academy au

59. Voltron au

60. Alter Ego au - when the kids joke about one of their alter egos (Phooey, Kablooey, Zooey, etc) they appear

61. Elements au - the kids all have the ability to control an element

62. Dad Donald - Donald is the kids real dad and Della is just their aunt who gets lost in space

63. Welcome to Hell

64. Regular - no crazy adventures, just a normal boring family with normal issues like crushes and quarrels

65. Spiderduck - DT universe but Fenton is Spider-Man not Gizmoduck

66. Santa Scrooge - Scrooge is secretly Santa

67. She-Ra

68. Z Nation

69. 2D Gos - Gos from the original Dwd came through the portal on accident and is stuck in the DT17 universe

70. Locke & Key

71. Light Up - all the kids have light up shoes. Doesnt have a plot yet

72. Restaurant - Donald owns a restaurant and the kids work there

73. Spider-Wing - Gosalyn is a spider person

74. Spiderverse - my Spider-Man aus and @/stevenfallsvs spiderhuey au

75. Darkwing Gizmoduck swap - Drake is an intern working for Gyro and accidentally takes the Gizmosuit. Fenton is an actor who bases his hero persona off his childhood hero.

76. De Spell Sisters - Lena finds Violet as a baby and raises her as her sister under magicas watch

77. Teachers - Fenton and Gyro are CTE teachers at a highschool and their classes are always trying to set them up

78. Graveyard Shift - Violet and Lena work at a graveyard during college, and accidentally raise the ghosts of Webby, Fenton, Gyro, Della and Donald

79. Hollywood Arts - somewhat of a victorious au but actually not cause i just couldn’t think of a better name

80. Bolt

81. Polar Express

Thank you for reading that if you did, and if you ask for a description of one of my aus I’m just gonna link this post and the number it is on the list

!! List will be updated with each au !!

#phooeys aus #ducktales #dt17 #disney

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Masterlist

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Updated: Feb 19th, 2021

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Katsuki Bakugou!:

i. My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader Masterlist:  You're finally getting to attend the school of your dreams, meeting great people along the way. You're ready to prove to everyone you have what it takes to become a pro hero. You're not looking for any love, but when does that stop it from finding you on it's own? Reader insert centered around 3 main boys, Todoroki, Bakugou, and Midoriya.

ii. A Knight’s Honor Masterlist: You’re a female squire, the only female training to be a Knight. You are not willing to give up your dreams of Knighthood to become a slave to society to save face. No matter what anyone says, you’ll prove them wrong. You’ll show him who he’s messing with.  !ON HIATUS!

iii. Bomber Jacket: Who knew that old bomber jacket of his would lead to this.

iv. “You’re cute when you’re angry”: Request, Prompt 53: “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

v. Something Witchy is going on: Request, Witch Quirk, Prompt 30: “It was you the whole time.”

vi. Something Witchy is Going on II Request, Witch Quirk, Prompts 25. “I got you a present” 41. “Why choose me?”

vii. Undrunk: Request, Older!Au, Prompts 32: “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” 30."It was you the whole time."

viii. Curly Hair is Captivating  Request, Bakugou won’t ever admit it but there’s something about you and that hair that drew him in

ix. Second Chances Masterlist: Request, When he watches you marry someone else, he knew he screwed up all those years ago. If only there was something he could do to get you back, if only there was a way... to have a second chance at being yours.

x. Thiccer than a Snicker Request, you may have a great body but that doesn’t mean you’re confident in showing it off, so you hide it. Your boyfriend lets you know that he doesn’t care either way what you wear

xi. For the Love of a Daughter Request, Bakugou loves your guys’ daughter beyond belief, and he never wants to see her hurt. Ever. But when push comes to shove, he’s left remembering every moment he’s ever cried.

xii. No Biggie Request, you’re just too chill and Bakugou is not. He freaks out, and you learned how to shut him up. 

xiii. No Biggie Part 2 Request, some headcanons for the dramatic katsuki and his nonchalant partner

xiv. What a Daddy’s Girl Request, this was just a regular morning for your family, with the fussing and glares; your little girl was way too much like her daddy. You loved them both anyway

xv. Who said pickup lines don’t work? Request, Prompts 52. “Can I kiss you right now?” 58. “Are you flirting with me?”

xvi. Say Uncle! Eijirou surely didn’t expect this when coming over to your place for dinner.

xvii. Still Remember-Bakugou POV Request, Part 2 of Still Remember, You still remember how it all happened, and so does Bakugou.

xviii. Ocean Eyes, or Something More? Pirate!AU, Commodore(officer)!Bakugou, Pirate!Fem!Reader, nothing will ever beat the view of your ocean blue, but why do his ruby eyes captivate you so?

xix. Persever Though Forsaken Soulmate!AU, you didn’t want your soulmate--did’t belive that there was such thing as a perfect match and it sucks because yours has been by your side for years

xx. Ground Zero Reads Thirst Tweets Collab, you and Katsuki are both Pro-Heroes, brought onto a film set to read some thirst tweets

xxi. YouTube Challenge! Request, youtube couple relationship, youtube couple challenges, prompts 18. “Have you lost your damn mind?” 43. “Why don’t you kiss me already?” 58. “Are you flirting with me?”

xxii. The Barbarian King Request, Katsuki want to marry you and the only issue? He has to beat you in a fight for you to even think about accpeting his hand

xxiii. It’s an Ordering in Kind of Night Request, Dad!Bakugou, Mom!Reader, bakugou and his brat have cute father/daughter bonding moment--to bad it went south as soon as you walked in, prompt 31 "This is why we can't have nice things"

xxiv. You Got That Right Request, cute cuddles with your boyfriend lead to more than you ever thought, prompts 21. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” 47. “Will you marry me?”

xxv. At What Cost? Sparked from a theory youtube video where it says Bakugou is the second holder of OFA, you were a hero... but at what cost?

xxvi. Trust Fall Maybe you took your trust fall exercise a little too far, but at least he didn’t let you fall

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Shoto Todoroki!:

i. Unsettling News: Request, Pro Hero AU!, Prompts 34: ”I feel like I can’t breathe.” 48: ”I’m pregnant.”

ii. Jealous Much?: Request, Prompts 20: “Wait a minute… Are you jealous?” 58: “Are you flirting with me?”  

iii. “I want an answer goddammit!”: Request, Pro Hero AU!, HC, Prompt 29: “I want an answer goddammit!”

iv.  My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader Masterlist: You're finally getting to attend the school of your dreams, meeting great people along the way. You're ready to prove to everyone you have what it takes to become a pro hero. You're not looking for any love, but when does that stop it from finding you on it's own? Reader insert centered around 3 main boys, Todoroki, Bakugou, and Midoriya.

v. Second Chances Masterlist: Request, When he watches you marry someone else, he knew he screwed up all those years ago. If only there was something he could do to get you back, if only there was a way... to have a second chance at being yours.

vi. Ice Skating Drabble: Request, ice skating scenario with shy s/o

vii.  YouTube Challenge! Request, youtube couple relationship, youtube couple challenges, Prompts 18. “Have you lost your damn mind?” 43. “Why don’t you kiss me already?” 58. “Are you flirting with me?”

vii. Selfish Request, you both want to be selfish, Prompts 1. “Is it possible to love too much?” 33. “I might never get another chance to say this.”

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Izuku Midoriya!:

i. I’m Home: Request, Pro Hero AU!, Prompts  36. “Here. You can have it back.” 52. “Can I kiss you right now?” 54. “We’d make such a cute couple.” 59. “Is that my shirt?”

ii. I’m Obsessed Based on the song ‘Fangs’ by Matt Champion. Izuku contemplates you and recalls the moment he fell in love.

iii. I’m Obsessed Part 2: Request, second part to ‘I’m Obsessed’, can be read alone, Prompt 52: “Can I kiss you right now?”

iv.  My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader Masterlist: You're finally getting to attend the school of your dreams, meeting great people along the way. You're ready to prove to everyone you have what it takes to become a pro hero. You're not looking for any love, but when does that stop it from finding you on it's own? Reader insert centered around 3 main boys, Todoroki, Bakugou, and Midoriya.

v.  Bittersweet Findings, in that Order Part 1: Request, prompt 20. “Wait a minute... Are you jealous?”

vi. Bittersweet Findings, in that Order Part 2: Request, prompt 20. “Wait a minute... Are you jealous?” 

vii. It’s Deku! Request, you’re a single mother raising twin boys, let’s see how that trip to the mall goes.

viii. Second Chances Masterlist: Request, When he watches you marry someone else, he knew he screwed up all those years ago. If only there was something he could do to get you back, if only there was a way... to have a second chance at being yours. 

ix. All in the Name of Pranks Request, Prompts 23. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while...” 24.”I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

x. Ice Skating Drabble: Request, ice skating scenario with shy s/o

xi. Not Stories After All Mermaid!Au, Adventure!Izuku, Mermaid!Reader, all Izuku wants to do is sketch and take note of the beautiful area around him--he didn’t expect to meet you 

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Denki Kaminari!:

i. “It’s not what it looks like...”: Request, HC, Prompt 26: “It’s not what it looks like...”

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Eijiro Kirishima!:

i. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”: Request, Prompt 53: “You’re cute when you’re angry”

ii. Never be the Same: Request, Prompts 4. “Look at me-just breath, okay?” 57. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

iii. Get Fuc-Cleated: Request, Kirishima fawns over his cute soccer player of a girlfriend, only to watch you get hurt during a game

iv.  YouTube Challenge! Request, youtube couple relationship, youtube couple challenges, Prompts 18. “Have you lost your damn mind?” 43. “Why don’t you kiss me already?” 58. “Are you flirting with me?”

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Hitoshi Shinsou!:

i. TikTok Queen Materlist: Social Media AU! You’re a normal barista but your heart longs for the title of the queen of TikTok. You post cutesy latte art that has given your channel a lot of followers over the years, but your roommate and friends have long since surpassed you and you are desperate to fix the gap. When your over energetic Tik Tok star of a friend offers you his help, you jump at the chance. Who knew that the challenge you did would get you THIS much attention-and why do you now have an bad boy who is no good for your health trying to force his way into your life? !ON HIATUS!

ii. A Little Lesson Request, Prompt 27. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

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Dabi!:

i.  “I want an answer goddammit!”: Request, HC, Prompt 29: “I want an answer goddammit!”

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Shouta Aizawa!: 

i. Let it Out Request, HC, Prompt 4. “Look at me-just breathe, okay?” 

ii. His Kids Request, Dad!Aizawa, Daughter!Reader, father/daughter fluff, Aizawa takes you to school to meet the other kids he babysits all day

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Tenya Iida!:

i. Still Remember You still remember how it all happened, discord collab

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exes au part 11

post directory

obsetress: i'm about to fully fall asleep but i have been thinking about exes au danvi and like the isabel of it all and dani dating a single mom and how just like

obsetress: vi is so protective of isabel and as much as she loves dani like

obsetress: she took SO LONG before introducing her and then like

obsetress: when they broke up dani left and dani wasnt in isabels life anymore and dani was so good for isabel and viola just feels so fuckin shitty and blames herself and

obsetress: but i'm also thinkin bout soft fluffy stuff too like how much dani loves isabel and how much vi loves watching isabel w dani and

em: hey hannah what the fuck

obsetress: isabel has a nightmare one night and goes to her mom's room and dani's there too and she just curls up between them

em: do you think when they finally reconnected dani was like hey um. does isabel remember me. would it be weird if

obsetress: FUCK

obsetress: this absolutely happens

em: viola is VERY apprehensive at first

obsetress: god yeah esp after getting so hurt by it but

obsetress: viola sure cannot say no to dani!

em: i love some dani with kids tho

em: maybe too soft but do u think for at least a couple years dani would like. send isabel a bday card

em: like dead air otherwise

em: hmm idk i am chewing that one over more

obsetress: god it's hard i think dani wants to but she doesn't

obsetress: i could see dani writing them and holding onto them

em: oh that’s even worse

obsetress: even tho she really doesnt think she'll ever talk to vi again

em: what a soft and depressing thought. thank u. i resent u.

obsetress: yeah it hurts!

obsetress: but then she does! and she gives them all to isabel when she's older maybe

em: hold on i’m gonna bawl

em: sometimes my parents will be like um. do u remember this person and i’m like uh i don’t remember people i worked w two years ago let alone

em: but i think isabel does

em: i will be thinking about this all afternoon bestie have a wonderful slumber

[em note: em yells in hannahs DMs while she's asleep dot png]

em: no um. mate im still furious about the isabel of it all wtf

em: thinking about um. like ok i dont wanna use isabel as a prop but this is certainly one of those times where

em: violas been hurt before and viola's hurt other people before because she's deeply troubled and i feel like that would be one of the first times she sorta. sure she licks her wounds and feels miserable for herself but its also like uh

em: really sobering to realise This Hurts Isabel Too

em: because yknow violas very gatekeep gaslight girlboss i think shes got a strong enough sense of self that nothing really shakes that. maybe even to a deluded degree. i dont think she goes to therapy because shes like wow im fucked up i gotta get help, she's more like

em: shes really driven by her love for isabel!! gestures WILDLY

em: realised this is an au where parents get therapy and dont pass their traumas onto their kids and i want OFF this WILD RIDE im so tired of discovering things about myself through the realm of fiction

obsetress: yeah same i kept thinking about it too alfkadlsfkjdasf

obsetress: i want to reply to every single line of the isabel thing but i'm not gonna do that so let me just say: YEAH

obsetress: like isabel is her cornerstone full stop everything comes down to isabel

em: dani's probably so nervous reconnecting w isabel again. absolutely spinning her lil wheels

em: they set up a lil date and time and dani's doing her gay nervous babble abt if isabel even remembers her or god forbid resents her n jamies like...

em: im pursing my lips as i draw a line on the whiteboard between jamie's whole childhood and isabels and shaking my head Goddamn It

em: jamie lets dani babble it out n pauses and reflects on what she's saying n then jamie's like. the fact ur nervous means u care. n kids are v good at picking up when ppl care. you'll be alright.

obsetress: god yeah this bit i can just. hear it

obsetress: it's so visceral

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em: viola

obsetress: god my favorite taurus hedonist

[em note: hannah yells in em's DMs while em is asleep dot png]

obsetress: god fuck what was i thinking about isabel this morning like

obsetress: that's what i get for daydreamin between snoozes and not writing it down alas

obsetress: but just like how excited isabel is to see dani again when she does and also like, isabel and rebecca

obsetress: then i started thinking about

obsetress: rebecca and vi getting married and vi's always like i'm not gonna get married again it's bullshit and rebecca's like it's not for me but then they just

obsetress: like they live together and they share everything and rebecca looks out for isabel just as much and they get to a point and it's like

obsetress: oh. oh

obsetress: like they're both like it's the logical thing to do. it's logical and it's safe and we should have this extra layer of protection but also it's like

obsetress: they find themselves more and more excited a lil you know? and just thinking about how isabel's there and how excited isabel is and

obsetress: but god yeah what i was thinking about this morning like. one day vi has to tell isabel dani's not gonna be coming around anymore and like

obsetress: isabel doesn't really understand and she's so sad and then vi feels even shittier

obsetress: and she's like "we'll be okay. it's you and me, remember? moving mountains"

obsetress: "you me us, right?"

obsetress: the first time rebecca meets her she brings her a book as a gift and is like "this was one of my favorites" and

obsetress: OH I REMEMBERED

obsetress: so like when dani sees isabel again finally (and yknow as nervous as dani was vi was even more on edge because it's so inconsistent and is she gonna understand yknow? and the two of them just spiral––which is also another thing about the two of them in a relationship! i think they push each other down spirals)

obsetress: jamie's there too and dani's like "this is... this is, uh, jamie" and it's like you said jamie isabel parallels and so jamie's like a lil tender

obsetress: spoiler: isabel and jamie end up bonding the most

obsetress: jamie's like running around with isabel on her shoulders and then showing her all these plants and taking her to gardens and

obsetress: another tentative jamie vi alliance

em: isabel mikey hangout When

obsetress: isabel mikey hangout!

obsetress: they're hanging with isabel and she and jamie have a very spirited discussion where isabel's like "i wanna be a princess" and dani's like "why not a knight?" and jamie's like "why not opt out of the feudalistic hierarchy entirely and ditch the kingdom for the high seas?" and convinces isabel to go full pirate

obsetress: and then isabel kinda passes out with her head in jamie's lap and jamie's just kinda idly playing with her hair (vi is already like "am i... attracted to jamie in this moment?")

obsetress: and jamie's like "y'know, i should bring mikey round next time isabel's here" and viola's like "......who?" and jamie's like "my little brother? mikey?" and viola's like "right.... right"

obsetress: cut to later, when dani and jamie have retired to vi and becca's guest room: "since when does jamie have a little brother?" "she always has, babe"

em: kinda obsessed w like. violas love for isabel means her wires get crossed when the surly gardener is Good With Kids

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: mikey and isabel immediately hit it off i think

obsetress: a bit of an odd couple because i think isabel is definitely, like, her mother's daughter and mikey is............. mikey

obsetress: but i think they meet in the middle and help each other grow and play pirates together

em: viola is like. of course mikey and isabel will get along. isabel is wonderful. but jamie is quietly Sweating about the whole thing

em: so damvibecca are having their afternoon tea and their little cakes and jamie is Quietly sweating and she’s like ‘quiet is good, right? like they’re not tryna k-‘ and then there’s the sound of two 8 year olds (idk how old they are tbh) YELLING as they chase each other down the hall w wrapping paper tubes

obsetress: nervous babbling dani x quietly sweating jamie, an otp

em: isabel has gotten into the make up n given them both black eyes n scars and moustaches n everyone’s like oh no how’s viola gonna feel about this but viola is DELIGHTED

obsetress: dani's like "chill you all she's gonna––" and then viola is getting up and asking them to do her face too

em: made a parrot outta a sock and newspaper

obsetress: viola playing pirates w isabel and mikey

em: kids w their endless creativity n absolute disregard for personal property is truly a thing of dreams

obsetress: mikey gives her a paper tube and she disarms isabel, takes hers, and offers it very seriously to jamie

em: cuteeee

obsetress: rebecca's giving dani a look and dani is completely unfazed and reaching for another tea cake

em: absolutely unflappable dani clayton

em: dani and rebecca sharing a Look like hey have you ever seen her this gleeful

obsetress: there is something very tasty about jamie taylor having a direct hand in making viola so gleeful

em: takes a village!

obsetress: when viola's two big loves are sitting five feet away from them both

em: everyone changes everyone for the better

em: fucken soft ass chat over here

obsetress: everyone changes everyone for the better

obsetress: soft as hell

em: thesis statement everyone likes each other so much (jamie pretends she doesn’t)

obsetress: (jamie pretends she doesn't) (jamie might like everyone the most)

obsetress: viola registers mikey for isabel's school n pays full tuition

em: oh my god

obsetress: jamie is horrified and refuses to accept it and viola waves a hand and is like "too late, deposit's non-refundable"

em: (they carpool)

obsetress: PLEASE

obsetress: oh god and like

obsetress: flora and miles go there too

obsetress: full circle complete

em: broke: highschool au woke: guardians of primary schoolers au

obsetress: dani jamie in bed jamie's like "you don't...... think it's weird?" "hmm?" "mikey going to.... school with our boss' kids?" "why would that be weird" "i dunno" "he also goes to school with my ex's kid" "he's best friends with your ex's kid" "and that's not weird, is it?" (grumbles) "not anymore" "so why would this be?"

em: jamie’s ribbing mikey for his silly tie and straw hat but she teaches him how to tie a tie and also she keeps crying for some reason???

obsetress: oh fuck

em: mikey: can’t i just get a fake tie >:/

jamie: no because when u have a real tie you can leave it untied a little as an act of rebellion

obsetress: god it's jamie crying for me

em: i love that big baby

obsetress: so much!

em: jamies like idk what’s gotten into me i never cry n danis like. raises one eye brow and mentally checks off all the times jamie has absolutely bawled watching a movie

em: not even a sad movie

em: dani plays along

em: maybe ur getting soft in ur old age jamie

obsetress: jamie i cry three four times a day five if i'm being honest taylor

em: thinking about their weekly weekend lunch w damvibecca and hannah and owen and miles and flora and

obsetress: dfjsldkfjslfslfj

obsetress: god big found family

obsetress: you know viola doesn't like

obsetress: dani and jamie respectfully toe around whatever the fuck owen and hannah have going on but viola just does not suffer it. she's so blunt to them

em: big viola grin and all ‘owen, hannah, i assume you will be each other’s dates?’ (owen chokes on his tiny egg sandwich)

em: hannah grose is serene and unreadable as she dabs a bit off yolk off owens moustache

em: maybe even a bit pleased

obsetress: everyone is always so tense when viola and hannah get together because neither of them take shit yknow

obsetress: and everyone's like "which way is this gonna go"

em: god. peak snarky broads

obsetress: but usually they end up good. two apex predators where one is a lil vicious but the other is so confident in its status that it just chills

em: they have the Best gossip

obsetress: would love to sit in and listen as they drink tea and gossip tbh

em: viola presses owen on hannah and he goes red and viola presses hannah on owen and she does a little wouldnt-you-like-to-know into her tea

em: viola nee willoughby and hannah grose friendship is. truly something i never knew i needed until now

em: they’re both just that lil bit older than the rest of the gang too

obsetress: an important coalition

obsetress: hannah grose! hannah looking out for rebecca and that's the couple times she gets a lil testy w vi

obsetress: mikey and isabel besties but flora and mikey get along really well and isabel and miles do too i think

em: the sheer chaos of a taylor-lloyd-windgrave story time

obsetress: LDKFjKLSDJF HELP

obsetress: taylor lloyd wingrave story time

obsetress: jamie suddenly very invested in story time

obsetress: dani's like "i know this is the first time you've actually cared about story time, babe, so let me give you some pointers"

em: i was just in my head thinking fondly about like. jamie is a drop out and plays a lil dumb sometimes for fun but also prolly reads a lot especially to mikey and now i’m like. wait i’m talking to Ms Floras Two Moms herself

em: idk if i had that headcanon before i read she taught me a lesson alright but yknow what! doesn’t matter it’s a beautiful one

obsetress: thank youuuu i love it a lot

obsetress: jamie big reader is generally one of my fave headcanons tbh i'm glad it seems to be widely accepted. can't even explain why it's just nice

em: sometimes i will talk 2 ppl about my passionate drop out jamie taylor belief n then they’re like but she’s smart (it’s only happened a couple times hahsj) and i’m like these aren’t mutually exclusive!! this is my very biased experience but my friends who do manual labor for a living seem to read so much more than my friends who don’t

em: your brain wants to chew over things while the hands are workin i reckon

obsetress: yes yes yes yes yes

obsetress: i think that's also like (sighs heavily)

obsetress: symptomatic of hegemonic perceptions of the working class

em: i love when u sigh heavily it’s always a fun take

obsetress: i think jamie is v clever and reflective and like if there's one thing i've learned getting older it's

obsetress: smart doesn't matter i think the most insightful most thoughtful people are the most reflective ones

obsetress: like none of it fuckin matters just be a nice person

#in which hannah says hegemonic perceptions of the working class and i pretend its foreshadowing vampire au #the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #LONG one its like #2500 words which is #yknow! some pages #idk what counts as long all writing is witchcraft to meajhfjbnk #ik i should be pacing these a lil better but #i just wanna get up to vibeccas wedding im IMPATIENT

[runicmagitek]

Character meme, Celes?

Ah my fave! The queen! 😍 but of course and many thanks for the ask!

OTP for them: Setzer, for sure. I’ve been shipping these two since I first played VI as a bitty. Despite them having a shaking start, I always felt that Setzer respected and admired her. Even if they didn’t get together post-canon, I think he would support her in whatever she wanted to pursue. And after the hell she’s been through? Celes deserves nothing but the best. Also, not far behind is Terra. I do love the delicious angst these two are wrapped up in throughout their time in the Empire and the game’s story. They deserve something soft and simple in the end.

BROTP for them: The Figaro twins! I feel she would’ve bonded with both of them in World of Ruin as the first two she found for the party. Both of them have great personalities to contrast Celes’, too; Sabin in particular is just a big ol’ teddy bear and while Edgar might flirt with her to see how she reacts, I think he views her more as a sister.

Other ships: I am intrigued by the idea of Celes/Darill in a “Darill didn’t die” sort of AU. But other than Setzer or Terra, I don’t ship Celes with anyone.

What kind of fic I’d write about them: Oh geez, what haven’t I written for her?! I’ve done fics all over the spectrum (angst to fluffy, gen to smutty). My most recent WIP including her is a post-canon Celes/Terra piece where Celes struggles to adjust to life in Mobliz and keeps getting flashbacks to her childhood growing up in the Empire. It’s very angsty/sad, but with a hopeful ending.

A favorite canon moment: Everything????? Though if I had to pick one, probably telling Setzer to get over himself in World of Ruin. I love the original SNES translation where she goes, “You want to live in this world as it is? No? Then do something about it!" That always resonated with me.

Color that reminds me of them: Purple! Like her top (in the concept art, anyways), but also contrasts well with the yellow in her outfit.

Song that reminds me of them: A LOT of Fleetwood Mac songs make me think of her, like Landslide, Gypsy, Rhiannon, Little Lies, and more.

A headcanon about them: She suffers from severe anxiety due to the strict, harsh life as a child soldier/experiment. She needs to be perfect, because she lived in so much fear for so long that if she was anything short of perfect, then she’d be disposed of and replaced.

A random AU I think up on the spot for them: I’ve always wanted someone to write a pirate AU where she’s a former navy officer or something and was trying to track down pirate!Setzer, but she ended up joining his crew. I dunno, there’s no plot there, just vibes. 

Anything else: I’ve actually been thinking pretty hard about getting a full sleeve tattoo dedicated to Celes because I love her that much. She has meant a considerable deal to me all my life and I’d love to have some badass interpretation of her forever branded into my body.

#celes #final fantasy vi #meme thing #mirronx

[gffa]

I was asked by @grasswatcher for fics that explore STAR WARS’ Jedi culture and this is one of those subjects that’s dearest to my heart, because I constantly crave more exploration of what it must be like to be a Level 100 Space Psychic in touch with an ancient, unfathomable energy field that creates feedback loops in your head and connects you to all living things and can overwhelm you so easily if you don’t have your shit together, just as much as I want to know about Jedi traditions and Jedi artwork and Jedi philosophy and Jedi stories and Jedi language and all of it. There have been some pretty stellar ones out there, sometimes deep dives, sometimes just weaving bits into the background and I love them all and want a thousand more immediately! STAR WARS FIC RECS - JEDI CULTURE: ✦ The Mathematics of Repair by panharmonium, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 4.6k   For raw teachers and rough-edged students building in the rubble: tiny steps are enough, provided they carry you in the right direction. Immediately post TPM, in short snippets. ✦ In All The World by Ammar, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 76.6k wip   The story of how Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi tamed each other, from Naboo to Anakin’s early days at the Temple. ✦ Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi by stonefreak, obi-wan & anakin & padme & ahsoka & palpatine & cody & cast, ~30k wip   or: “Obi-Wan’s Life Gets Worse (Though It’s Not As Bad As It Could’ve Been)” ✦ Cataclasm by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & waxer & cast, 51.9k wip   For reasons unknown to all but himself, Obi-Wan Kenobi has left the Jedi Order in the midst of the Clone Wars, taking with him a single clone. Anakin Skywalker has been unofficially tasked by the Order to find Obi-Wan and bring him home. Unfortunately for Anakin, it seems his former master is always ten steps ahead of him. ✦ Remedial Jedi Theology by MarbleGlove, obi-wan & anakin & mace & palpatine & cast, 51.3k   Let us consider the fact that the Jedi Order is a monastic religious organization based out of a temple, with five basic tenets of faith. ✦ We Will Abide by naberiie, plo & shaak, 10.3k   Light. Dark. Balance. Beneath the Jedi Temple, far below the chaos of Coruscant’s Galactic City, ancient halls and corridors sleep in silent darkness. Padawans Shaak Ti and Plo Koon are determined to explore them. ✦ The Living Force; Parables for Padawans by glorious_clio, obi-wan & cast, 6.1k   Since infancy, younglings are taught the Jedi Code, “Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force.” Obi-Wan Kenobi learns these tenets backwards and forwards again. But even as a child, he is interested in nuance. And so his teachers tell him parables. ✦ Lineage by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & xanatos & cast, 35.9k   AU!Jedi Apprentice. Book I: In which master and apprentice meet for the first time, enjoy a disastrous adventure courtesy of Xanatos DuCrion, and reap the fruits of patience and fortitude. A fanciful retelling of the original. ✦ Lineage II by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 40.9k   A year or so has elapsed since the last time we saw our heroes. BOOK 2: In which master and apprentice investigate an evil brainwashing plot, attend a boisterous wedding, and battle the enemy within. ✦ Lineage III by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & dooku & xanatos & bant & cast, 49.4k   AU!Jedi Apprentice. Book III: Master and apprentice face an important rite of passage, grapple with a traitorous plot within the Temple’s walls, and discover the limits of obedience and intuition. Appearances by Bant Eerin, Xanatos DuCrion, Yan Dooku, and others. ✦ Lineage IV by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & siri & adi gallia, 39.3k   Master and apprentice endure a stint with the Agri-Corps, and find that trouble has a way of coming home to haunt them. Featuring a pile of bantha poodoo, a tentacled carnivorous plant, a desperate escaped convict, and a highly provocative young woman. ✦ Lineage V by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & tahl (& some qui-gon/tahl) & dooku & cast, 50.7k   An evil scientist wreaks havoc when she captures Jedi Knight Tahl Uvain for purposes of obscure research; Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan rush to the rescue, only to be embroiled in further trouble; and Master Dooku joins in the hunt with characteristic aplomb. ✦ Lineage VI by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 66.2k   Master and apprentice undertake a risky undercover mission to expose conspiracy in a far-flung sector; a comedy of manners abruptly transforms into a nightmare when their cover is blown; and a desperate escape gambit strikes deep at the foundations of trust. ✦ Lineage VII by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & siri & adi gallia & some obi-wan/siri, 74.5k   Sent to the aid of their fellow Jedi on a disastrous mission to New Apsolon, master and apprentice contend with brainwashing, genocide, conspiracy, and the perilous realm of the heart. ✦ What Is My Heritage? by Marnie, qui-gon & yoda, 7.7k   Qui-Gon, age 13, tries to find a place to belong. ✦ Coming Home by Marnie, qui-gon & yoda & dooku, 18.1k   A story telling how Qui-Gon comes to be Dooku’s apprentice. ✦ Snakefic by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & yoda & cast, 6k   It was only the matter of time before the egg hatched. ✦ Shadows of the Future by stormqueen873, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast, 129.3k   ObiWan lost the duel on Mustafar, but instead of dying, he finds himself on a ship leaving Tatooine, with his old Master and a familiar young boy. As events begin to unfold, can he stop the future he knows from occuring? ✦ The Ice-Breaking Game by sharkcar, padme & ahsoka & rex & cast, 7.1k   After contracting the Blue Shadow virus, Ahsoka Tano is quarantined in Theed, along with Senator Amidala and Captain Rex. They are three very different people, but they all share a restlessness that leaves them unable to endure their confinement. To pass the time, Padme suggests they play a question game, each telling stories about personal experiences. As all three share a humorous discussion, they learn about compassion and the importance of knowing perspectives different from their own. ✦ When Darkness Seems to Hide This Place by IllyanaA, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & kanan & ocs & cast, 94.9k wip   After killing three of the Jedi Order’s best and brightest, Palpatine’s fight with Jedi Master Mace Windu goes shorter than expected. Afraid he’s lost his chance at recruiting a new apprentice, Sidious unleashes Order 66 across the galaxy, but, per their programming, the Clone Army is not to harm Anakin Skywalker. After witnessing the most painful loss he’s ever experienced and injured at the hands of his captors, Anakin is ready to die like the rest of the Jedi, though not before getting his vengeance. ✦ A Long, Long Time Ago by ruth baulding, dooku & qui-gon + qui-gon & obi-wan + obi-wan & anakin + anakin & ahsoka, 5.8k   A wisdom tale handed passed down through the generations poses troublesome questions for a line of masters and Padawans, from Dooku to Ahsoka Tano. ✦ Adi Gallia, Master of the Order by Perspicacia, adi & obi-wan & anakin & mace & cin & ahsoka & riyo & rex & cast, 7.2k   Ashes in her heart, she had left the younglings and the elders and the wounded for her duty to the galaxy, choosing to stop the Sith instead of protecting her people. ✦ The Apprenticeship by Nny11, ahsoka & yoda & anakin & cast, 31.4k wip   The doors only open when a Master opens them for their Padawan, a subtle reminder to them that a student needs a teacher’s guidance and that teachers must let them go. The force thinks it’s rather funny when it alters history by forcing Master Yoda to take on a very young Ahsoka Tano as his Padawan. ✦ Goreblood the Terrible by BloodyMary, jedi & cast, 1.7k   It has occured to me that so far we lack any sort of folklore/storytelling tradition for the Jedi. So I set out to remedy this. Behold, for Goreblood the Terrible was the result. ✦ “The Padawan Chooses The Master” by lurkingcrow, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 3.6k   prompt: AU - The Jedi say “The Padawan Chooses The Master” Qui Gon lives, Obi Wan is very preoccupied, and Anakin is put into the creche as an Initiate to learn what he can until Qui Gon wakes up from his coma and gets yelled at by the Council. In the meantime, Anakin meets other Jedi Masters and when the Council asks him who he wants to be his teacher, his answer isn’t Qui Gon. Instead it’s *insert your fav Jedi here* ✦ Brothers (working title) by Charity_Angel, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & padme & shmi & yoda & cast, 22.7k wip   In which Qui-Gon has a very near miss on Naboo, Obi-Wan is very stubborn, and they end up breaking a lot of rules accidentally as a result. All because of that kid they picked up on Tatooine. ✦ Under a purple sun… by Perspicacia, obi-wan & ahsoka, ~1k   Ahsoka hadn’t been happy when Skyguy had left her with Master Kenobi for this mission, but it was still good to spend time with her Grand Master. ✦ Hondo Kenobi by StarWarsSyl, obi-wan & hondo & cast, 2.6k   It’s not every day the pirate Hondo calls Obi-Wan in to give him a baby. ✦ Duet by Silver Sky 1138, oc & cin, 2.3k   Asha Scarsi, the Jedi Padawan who feels the Force through music, isn’t half as good at lightsaber combat as she is at singing and mindtricks. So she’s a little nervous when Battlemaster Cin Drallig calls her to the training room after class. ✦ The Only Home We Know by ReneeoftheStars, katooni & petro & ganodi & byph & gungi & zaft & cast, character death, child death, 2.4k   The Jedi Temple is under attack. Determined to fight for their home, younglings Katooni, Petro, Zatt, Ganodi, Byph, and Gungi make their way to aid the Jedi Masters in defense of the Temple. But the situation is far graver than they expected. ✦ The One Where Anakin Tries to Be Serious by GirlwithCurls98, anakin & ahsoka, 1k   Even though they’re fighting a war, Anakin finds the time to lead his apprentice through one of the Jedi’s sacred ceremonies. ✦ Obi-Wan and the Force by AwayOHumanChild, obi-wan & cast, ~1k   One of the first things Jedi Initiates learn is that everyone experiences the Force differently. ✦ All That I Have Seen by Felilla, ocs & ahsoka & anakin & obi-wan & yoda & cast, time travel, 35.3k wip   She died in the Temple, staring into the face of a man that she once looked up to, a man that she once thought to be a great Jedi. She awoke in the Temple, years before that event took place. Years before everything went wrong. And she decided to make it right. ✦ Knightrise by Deviant_Accumulation, obi-wan & ahsoka & satine & rex & cast, 19.4k wip   “Strong enough to fight the Sith Lord, you are not.” “And you are?” ✦ Markings by wabbajack, plo & ahsoka & bultar & cast, 1.6k   In which it is revealed that Master Plo Koon has always had a difficult time putting his foot down when faced with his Little ‘Soka. ✦ Night Shift at the Temple by ReneeoftheStars, oc jedi & cast, 1.8k   A Jedi Temple Guard sees all, speaks to few, and has attachments to no one. One must be prepared for any threats that may arise, especially at night, while most of the Temple sleeps. ✦ Jedi of Light by Sannah, obi-wan/anakin/padme & mace & yoda & plo & even & jocasta & cast, 9.4k wip   Out of irritation with the war and with permission from the Council, several talk show hosts create a show that airs weekly about the Jedi. They name the show *Jedi of Light,* and go around following Jedi and asking them questions. ✦ Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin & padme & palpatine & bail & cast, 29.2k wip   By an old Republic law, all members of the Jedi High Council are senators in the Galactic Senate, and can thus be voted in as chancellor. ✦ The First Trial by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & qui-gon, 2k   Accompanied by his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, young Obi-Wan Kenobi undergoes his first trial and rite as a Padawan Learner on the frozen planet of Ilum. ✦ Arrival by CJinn, obi-wan & yoda & cast, 2.6k   Little Obi-Wan was only a few days old when he was brought to the Jedi Temple. His arrival caused some confusion among the Jedi. ✦ Found Clan by silvergryphon, boba & ocs & obi-wan & anakin & cast, 18.4k wip   After the Battle of Geonosis, a Jedi Healer discovers young Boba Fett mourning the loss of his father. Not about to leave a ten-year-old boy on his own, she promptly adopts him with the full collusion of her Padawan. ✦ Tipping Point by Ria Talla (ronia), adi gallia & finis valorum & eeth koth, 3.3k   “I believe that if what’s happening on Naboo is allowed to continue, the other member systems will wonder what they owe to a Republic that can no longer protect them.” ✦ A Personal Touch by DragonHoardsBooks, obi-wan & anakin, 6.2k   New jedi padawan Anakin Skywalker realizes that there is more to being a jedi then he tought. Discovering a completely new culture will take time and effort, but maybe he’ll make some friends along the way. ✦ Master by CJinn, obi-wan & anakin, 27.5k   Obi-Wan Kenobi had always wanted to become a Jedi Knight. What he didn’t expect was to become a Master merely days after his own Master died. Adapting to his new role as the mentor and Master of the quite unusual Padawan Anakin Skywalker became a bumpy road. ✦ The Orchards by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 3.6k   When young Obi-Wan Kenobi is injured on a previous mission, Qui-Gon Jinn refuses to accept further off-planet missions until his Padawan’s recovery. Yoda assigns the pair an in-Temple mission of utmost importance while Obi-Wan heals. Master and Padawan welcome the change of pace. ✦ Starrunner by rinzukodas, obi-wan & jedi & oc, 80.2k wip   In what would have been the year 17 BBY, Supreme Chancellor Sheev Palpatine is found slumped over his desk, dead to rights and emitting a foul odor. The coroners declare the body victim to a heart attack and the smell a result of a lack of a timely embalming—a bit of bowels humor, the head coroner says with a nervous laugh when interviewed by the Galactic Enquirer. ✦ The Spire by skatzaa, obi-wan & ocs, 2.4k   The galaxy was on the brink of war, and Obi-Wan Kenobi had been assigned a new room. ✦ Room Arrangements by skatzaa, obi-wan & anakin, 2.2k   Anakin has some concerns about room arrangements at the Temple. Obi-Wan does his best to reassure him. ✦ Swimming Lessons by devilinthedetails, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k   Obi-Wan decides Anakin must learn how to swim. ✦ The Uses of a Sandwich by Laura Kaye (laurakaye), obi-wan & qui-gon & oc & cast, 17.6k   A few months after being taken as a Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi faces a challenge: meeting his Master’s first apprentice. FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE!

#jedi #jedi order #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #qui gon jinn #fic recs #star wars fic recs

[ericsonclan]

A Winter’s Ball

(art by @violetineprompts​ for Pirates AU but works even better here)

Summary: The soldier girls from Clementine's unit enjoy a winter ball where they get to meet some cute fellows.

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“Whew, finally a well-deserved break!” Sophie exclaimed, walking with her hands crossed behind her head. “I can’t wait to dig into whatever sort of feast they have prepared for tonight!”

“It certainly is a nice change of pace,” Ruby agreed, walking beside Sophie. She looked over at the other three girls, fellow soldiers in their squadron. “What are y’all looking forward to the most? Food or dancing?”

“I guess food,” Brody answered, looking at the ground nervously. “I mean, dancing’s nice and all, but we won’t know anyone there so I’m not sure I’ll get up the courage to ask someone,”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to, Brody,” Clementine encouraged her friend, patting her on the back. “And if you see anybody and you’re too nervous to ask, just let me know and I’ll grab them for you,”

“Thanks, Clem. Are you excited for dancing?”

“I’m not the best at it, but I’m sure I’ll still have a good time,” Clementine glanced over at Prisha who hadn’t said a single word since they headed out. “What about you, Prisha?”

“This whole party is a waste of time,” Prisha grumbled, rolling her eyes. “I’d much rather be having a strategy meeting than dancing with a bunch of coddled city boys or making small talk at a buffet. But decorum demands I attend so here I am,”

“Aaw, Sug, I’m sure it won’t be that bad,”

“Oh, believe me, it will. I’ve attended enough balls in my time to be sure of that,”

Before Ruby could say anything further, Brody let out an excited gasp. “Look, we’re here! The building is so pretty too!”

It really was. Decked out with lights and with lively music drifting out onto the street, the venue of the ball looked plenty inviting. The girls linked arms as they went up the staircase at the front entrance, curious of what the night would hold for each of them.

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“Excited, Louis?” Marlon asked, offering his best friend a cup of punch. “It’s been a couple months since we’ve seen any girls. Besides your sister, that is. But she doesn’t count,” The two of them glanced over to the side of the room lined with chairs. Violet was hunching angrily in one of them, annoyed that she had to attend this ball in the first place and even more pissed that she was stuck in a dress for the night.

Louis winced sympathetically before taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, I think Vi would much rather be home with Willy than here right now. And as far as girls go….” His words drifted off as a batch of girls entered the room, laughing amongst themselves. He flinched as an arm was thrown roughly around his shoulder. Looking up, Louis saw Mitch had both him and Marlon in a headlock.

“Dude, check it out!” Mitch exclaimed, a wide grin of his face. “Girls!”

Aasim sighed in annoyance behind them. “Yes, we’ve noticed Mitch. We all have eyes,”

“You got your eye on any in particular?” Mitch asked Marlon, ignoring their friend’s sassy remark.

“Not sure…” Marlon’s eyes scanned the room slowly. There were so many options. His gaze fell on one girl in particular though, a tall redhead with her long hair loosely tied behind her back. She wasn’t that far off, so he could hear the conversation she was having with one of the other guests.

“Y’know, they told us to leave our weapons back at the camp, but what was I supposed to do with these guns?” She dramatically flexed her arm muscles, smiling mischievously.

“Dibs,” Marlon handed his drink over to Louis and began walking toward the girl.

“Wait, what? We’re calling dibs?” Louis asked in disbelief. “Everybody hasn’t even arrived yet!”

Mitch let out an appreciative whistle. “Check her out!” He pointed to a girl with short auburn hair who’d positioned herself beside the punch bowl. “What a babe. I’m going to ask her for a dance.” With that he strode off, making a beeline toward the punch bowl.

“What fools,” Aasim noted, stepping forward beside Louis. “Flirting with girls when there’s a war going on. This ball is held in honor of the troops. We should be honoring our soldiers, not trying to bed them,”

Louis raised an eyebrow at his friend. “So you’re not going to be dancing tonight?”

“I didn’t say that. I’ll be speaking with all the visiting soldiers, but as a dedicated supporter of the revolution, nothing more,”

Louis nodded absent-mindedly. “I’m going to go check on Vi. See you around,” Before Aasim could say anything further, he headed over to speak with his older sister. She was gazing with boredom into the middle distance, a glazed look of apathy on her face. He plopped down beside her, trying to give an encouraging grin. “So… how’s it going?”

“Balls fucking suck,” Violet growled. “They’ve always sucked, but they’re even worse when I’ve got to pretend to be blind the entire goddamn time,”

Louis’ face fell. He knew the need for Violet’s false disability was his fault. He’d panicked when the revolution began, convinced that if Violet went to war she’d be killed in battle. Insisting that she find a way to stay out of the conflict for his and Willy’s sake, Louis had come up with the idea to claim that Violet had been almost entirely blinded after a bout of smallpox. It had worked and she’d been excused from active duty, but now whenever they went out in public Violet had to pretend she was blind, holding her brothers’ hands to go anywhere and not looking at anything directly. It was truly wearying for her, but they couldn’t drop the act now.

“Did you get any food? I could grab you some if you’d like,”

“Nah, I’m good. Just gonna enter a temporary coma for the rest of the party,” Violet let herself momentarily take a glance round the room. “Marlon and Mitch seem to have hit it off with some of the soldiers,”

“Yeah, I can’t believe they made connections so quickly,”

“Poor Lou,” Violet mocked. “Haven’t found anybody you want to talk to yet?”

“I’m talking to the prettiest girl in the room right now,”

Violet snorted. “Please. Find someone else to bother so I can wallow in my misery alone,”

“Aw, don’t be like that, Vi,” Louis placed his hand to his heart, feigning insult. Suddenly his eyes were drawn across the room to one particular soldier. She was wearing a lavender gown, her curly hair pulled to the side in a way that drew attention to her amber eyes. She smiled as she talked to another soldier, laughing at something they’d said. Louis felt like the wind had just been knocked out of him. His heart had started a staccato rhythm in his chest and he couldn’t seem to slow it down. He wanted, no, needed to ask her to dance. But now as soon as he needed them, his legs had gone utterly limp, like rubber underneath him. Would he be able to get up the nerve to speak to her before he lost his chance?

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Sophie had been enjoying the party so far. Her plate was piled sky high with hors dourves skillfully balanced one on top of the other. She’d seen a few of the guests glare at the decadent height of her snack pile, but Sophie didn’t care. They were just jealous that she’d figured out how to work the system. As she chewed away happily, Sophie noticed a young man walking up to her.

“Hi there,” he said, offering her a smile. “I like your guns,”

Sophie took another second or two to chew her food before quickly swallowing. “What?”

The boy’s face fell in embarrassment. “Oh, uh, I mean… I heard you talking to someone else about how there weren’t any weapons allowed at the ball and then-”

Sophie’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh yeah! These guns!” She lifted her arm that wasn’t holding her food, flexing it dramatically. “Pretty cool, right? Who knew that wartime could make you so ripped! Want to feel?”

The boy paused a moment before obliging, reaching out to feel the muscles in her arm. He whistled. “Damn, that is impressive,” He let go of Sophie’s arm, offering his hand. “I’m Marlon,”

“Sophie,”

“Would you be interested in honoring me with a dance?”

Sophie looked at her plate of food then back to Marlon. “Can we dance one-handed?”

Marlon chuckled at the question. “We can certainly try,”

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Brody had been standing at the punch bowl for about 20 minutes now. She didn’t particularly like punch, but it gave her something to do with her hands. It was already proving to be a poor choice though, as she could feel the need to pee slowly rise within her. She wouldn’t be able to last the night this way.

“Hey,”

It took Brody a second to realize the voice had been directed at her. Turning, she saw a tall, brown-haired boy standing beside her, a cocky smile on his face. “Would you like me to refill your drink for you?”

Brody felt her cheeks flushing at the attention being directed her way. “Oh, that’s OK. I can do it myself,” Her arm jerked forward to grab the ladle, but instead knocked into the bowl itself, spilling the entire contents directly onto the stranger’s crotch. He swore in surprise, luckily catching the bowl before it crashed on the floor.

“I am soooo sorry!” Brody gasped. Reaching behind her for some napkins, she began to pat down the wet spots on the boy’s pants before realizing where she was patting and dropping the napkins with a startled squeak. “I should let you do that yourself. I’ll get some more napkins!”

“Wait!” the boy exclaimed, snatching Brody’s wrist to keep her from fleeing. “It’s fine. They’re just pants; they’ll dry. Let’s start over,” He placed the punch bowl back on the table, then extended his hand. “My name’s Mitch,”

“Brody,” She tentatively took the hand offered her, flustered as a smile returned to Mitch’s lips.

“Cute. Brody, would you like to dance?”

“I-I’d love to,”

“Then let’s go,” With that Mitch had tugged her onto the dance floor and their dance began.

---

Aasim was disappointed. He looked around the room, searching for any soldiers he hadn’t spoken with yet. He wanted to make sure that he talked to all of them about the ongoing war effort and his attempts to raise funds for the revolution. Perhaps he could find more allies to bolster his efforts and strengthen the revolutionary force’s chances. So far, this ball had proven to be a waste of time though. The soldiers weren’t here to talk politics. All they wanted to do was dance and eat and make small talk. Perhaps it was too much to expect more from soldiers on leave, but Aasim couldn’t help but feel insulted by their apathy towards his endeavors. He tossed his notebook on the table beside him in annoyance.

“What’s that?”

Aasim turned to see a beautiful, buxom lass standing beside him. Her red hair contrasted prettily with her pale skin, a ruddy blush gracing her cheeks. He found himself speechless for a second before clearing his throat to answer.

“These are my notes I keep on fundraising efforts for the revolution. I want to make sure I perform my duties as an active member of the war effort to the best of my abilities,”

“Really?” From her tone he could tell she was impressed. “That’s wonderful! You know it really warms our hearts to see citizens giving their all to the revolution just like we are. And you’re really going above and beyond!”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Aasim insisted, blushing happily at her praise. “Just doing my part,” He extended his hand to her graciously, placing a chaste kiss upon her wrist. “Thank you for all your service,”

The girl’s eyes widened at the gesture before a sultry smile crossed her lips. “If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it’ll have been worth it,”

Damn, she’s smooth. “I’m Aasim,”

“Ruby,”

“Ruby, would you like to accompany me in a dance?”

“I’d like nothing better,”

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“Lou, you’ve been staring at that girl for over a half hour now.” Violet grumbled. “Are you going to talk to her or just warm that chair with your ass all night?”

“I’m going to! Just give me a minute!” Louis’ eyes returned to the mystery girl on the other side of the ballroom. Some part of him had been hoping that their eyes would lock from across the room, she’d smile and come over his way and they’d strike up a conversation without him having to get up the nerve to start things out. Seeing as that hadn’t happened, he’d have to move on to another plan. “I’m going to get a cup of punch then go talk to her,”

“What the hell do you need punch for?”

“My throat is dry! I don’t need to explain myself to you!” Louis stood up from his chair with a huff, stalking over to the punch table. When he arrived, he was shocked to find it completely empty. What the hell? Who’s been hogging all of the punch? Well, that mission had been a bust. Louis turned round to rejoin his sister, but froze when he didn’t see Violet there anymore. Had she ditched him? He searched the room frantically for her before his eyes landed upon Violet doing what he feared most: talking to the girl.

What the shit, Vi? She knew he’d planned to go over there! Was she putting the moves on the girl herself now that he’d proven himself too much of a coward to do so? Utterly dejected, Louis began to make his way over to the chairs.

“Louis!”

He turned in surprise upon hearing Violet’s voice. His sister was walking over to him, the girl of his dreams following behind her. Violet stood before him, a small smile on her face as she gestured back toward the girl. “Clementine, meet my brother Louis,”

The girl stepped forward, a bright smile on her face. “Pleased to meet you,” she said, giving a quick curtsy.

Louis felt like he could just about die from the euphoria he felt in that moment. “I’m Louis,” he said, bowing awkwardly.

“I just told her that, dumbass,” Violet rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Anyway, you two have fun,” With that she was gone and the two of them were left alone.

“So, Louis,” Clementine said, his name rolling off her tongue like a short melody. “Tell me about yourself,”

“Oh! Uh, well, you met my sister Violet. I have a little brother at home too: Willy. He’s too rambunctious to go to these sort of things yet, otherwise you’d see him here, pigging out at the food tables,”

Clementine’s eyes lit up as his words. “You have a little brother? So do I! His name’s A.J. He’s far too young to go to balls yet, but I think he’d be right at the food table alongside your brother if he was,”

“Sounds like they’d make quite the duo,” Louis chuckled. His eyes strayed to the corner of the room where a piano stood. He wasn’t sure if this was the right move, but he was going to go for it. “Clementine, do you like music?”

Clementine’s brow quirked in curiosity. “Yes? Doesn’t everybody?”

“You’ve got a point,” Louis said, looking down in embarrassment. He was going to see this through though. “Would you like it if I played something for you?”

“I’d love that,” Clementine’s smile was genuine as she offered him her hand. “I assume we’re heading over to the piano?”

“Your guess is right, my lady,” Louis quipped, taking her hand in his and leading the way across the room. Clementine’s hand felt warm in his. Louis couldn’t believe this had worked out. He’d have to thank Violet later.

---

Violet stared out at the dance floor blankly, silently willing the clock to move faster. There was nothing for her here. All her friends were occupied with dancing or flirting. Even Louis had left her now, though she had to admit that was her own doing. That boy never would have gotten up the nerve to ask Clementine for a dance. Seeing the two of them laughing and smiling beside the piano had a smile temporarily tugging at her own lips, but it soon dissipated in the wake of boredom. There were still hours left till this would all be over.

“Greetings,” A tall girl with a long-plaited braid stood before her. Violet glanced up at her for a second, then immediately looked away. Shit, she had to remember to keep up the blind act.

“Hi,” she said simply. Hopefully the girl would go away soon. Violet wouldn’t be able to convince her of her blindness for long.

Instead the girl sat down beside her, causing Violet’s mind to devolve into a series of panicked swears. What did she want? “You look awfully bored,” the girl commented casually. “I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who finds balls tiresome,”

“Yeah, they suck,”

“Have you danced with anyone tonight?”

“No. Nobody worth dancing with. Besides…” Violet vaguely gestured towards her eyes before dropping her hand.

“Oh,” The girl seemed to understand the gesture, but not be bothered by Violet’s apparent disability. A beat of silence passed between them before she spoke again. “Would you care to dance with me?”

What the fuck? Violet wanted to look over at her but was afraid to do so. She wanted to dance with her? Why? “Umm, I mean, we’re both girls so that might look a little… odd,”

“I know,” The girl’s hand drifted down beside Violet’s, brushing against her and sending a thrill up her spine. “My name’s Prisha. What’s yours?”

“Violet,”

Prisha hummed quietly in approval. Violet felt like she could melt from the sound. “Tell me, Violet, would you like to get out of here?”

“And go where?”

“Anywhere,” Prisha’s pinky finger crept out, slowly encircling hers.

“I… I’d have to get back before my brother got worried,”

“That’s fair. And Violet?”

“Yeah?”

“You can drop the act. I’d quite like to look you in the eyes if it’s alright with you,”

Violet’s eyes shot over to Prisha’s. She knew?

Prisha smiled knowingly, happy in her victory. “You have lovely eyes, Violet,”

She did too. Violet found herself getting lost in their rich brown depths.

“So…” Prisha gestured towards one of the side exits to the room. “Shall we?”

Violet nodded mutely. The pair got to their feet, walking briskly towards the doors. Within moments they had left the ballroom, off on an adventure all their own.

The night hadn’t gone quite like anyone had expected. In the end however, all five couples finished the night much happier than they had started. It truly was a wonderful winter’s ball.

#twdg #fanfic #clouis #rusim #twdg moody #twdg bitch #twdg privet #twdg marlie #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg sophie #twdg marlon #twdg brody #twdg mitch #twdg ruby #twdg aasim #twdg prisha #twdg violet #hamilton

[harry-leroy]

would it be too bold of me to request all of the shakespeare asks?

Absolutely not I love it and I love you <3

1) Best experience with Shakespeare in school? 

Classes where we would act out scenes in my Shakespeare class were so fun because I really had no chill about it and I definitely needed to be stopped but if no one else is going to read Richard II’s 4.1. monologue like I guess I’ll do it? 

It’s how I’m remembered across the department now. As an actress. yikes. 

2) Worst experience with Shakespeare in school? 

Sometimes research gets frustrating! It’s a struggle man... 

Also one time in my seminar class full of stem majors we had to read Antony and Cleopatra and I flexed on all of them so hard ahahahah this is payback for the time I had no idea what Lucretius was talking about - but also we had to spend a whole class watching a production of it instead of talking about it and I was not entertained, as the movie would say. 

3) Tell me about a production that blew your mind? 

Tennant’s Richard II is GLORIOUS and I highly recommend. Also on that note about the RSC, I could watch Trevor White play Hotspur for the rest of my life and live my absolute best life. 

4) What of Shakespeare’s imaginary or fictionalized locations would you visit? 

Prospero’s (or Ariel’s) island in The Tempest 

5) Favorite rarely performed play? 

Henry VI plays, baby! 

6) Most heartbreaking Shakespearean death? 

Henry VI or Edmund of Gloucester (that Gloucester title really does have bad luck - Richard III was right). Also Roderigo in Othello? Buddy didn’t deserve that one. 

7) Pick a play and re-imagine it in a different genre and medium. 

I really want to do something with Love’s Labour’s Lost, but I have no idea what. My play project, The Selby Roses, is the closest thing I have to an LLL au, but that play’s an Oscar Wilde prequel - so completely different author and time period. 

8) Who’s that one minor character you adore? 

Roderigo from Othello; also shout-out to Soldier #2 from Antony and Cleopatra - he was the best of them (ignore me please that is an inside joke) 

9) Have you ever seen Shakespeare performed in translation? 

No, but I want to! 

10) Who is your favorite Shakespearean couple? 

Ariel and Caliban are really fun to think about... I don’t think I ship them romantically, but they are a really fun relationship to think about. Also Brutus and Cassius? KINGS. 

11) What’s your favorite non-Shakespeare Shakespeare retelling? 

Okay, technically predates Shakespeare, so it’s not a retelling, but if you read Longus’s Daphnis and Chloe it is basically The Winter’s Tale. I ADORE Daphnis and Chloe; it is one of the weirdest narratives I have ever read in my entire life. Like cows storming pirate ships weird. 

12) Would you rather play a lover or a tyrant? 

Tyrants are more fun but I’ve got the face of an adorable soprano girl so I’d more likely play a lover - but reading a Margaret of Anjou monologue is good for the soul. 

13) Weirdest production you’ve ever seen? 

The Baz Luhrmann Romeo and Juliet maybe? I’m still not sure whether I vibe with it or not... 

14) Cheesy joke or overused bit of stage business you never get tired of? 

I was listening to Emma Smith lecture on Henry V and she said that “a little touch of Harry in the night” should not be funny like okay tell that to the childish nineteen-year-old two-braincelled dumbass that I am I will still laugh :’) - I sing it to the tune of “Mambo No. 5″ like has anyone else done that? :’)))) 

15) Recommend a Shakespeare-related book.

The Sea and the Mirror by W.H. Auden - it’s a really cool analytical take on The Tempest

#thank you viv!! #i appreciate you #also i'm so sorry for the 5th grade level of these answers #i'm this close to throwing my last two braincells out the window #because i am done with this semester #hehehe #shakespeare #happy birthday to the man #:)

[shu-of-the-wind]

~shuofthewind’s Rebelcaptain fic masterpost~

This is a post meant to keep all my fic ‘verses (posted on AO3 or otherwise) corralled in one place so people can find things when they need to. XD It’ll be updated/amended every time I post something new, so keep an eye on it if you can. 

floating, sinking; Complete, posted on AO3. ~192k. ...I feel like this one doesn’t need explanation.

strike; WIP, posted on AO3. Cassian is an veteran, a recent transplant to the UK, and an amputee. He’s recently started a detective business, but even that’s going up in smoke, because apparently he can’t do a damn thing right. When he hires a grouchy, surprisingly resourceful temp secretary, things maybe--maybe--start to look up. Maybe. Depends on how you think about an international conspiracy landing in his lap. 

along the back and forth, otherwise known as foster care au; WIP, posted on both Tumblr and AO3. Jyn is a foster mom to Rey and Finn, feisty and lonely kids who are--coincidentally--students of one Cassian Andor. Also coincidentally: a few years ago Jyn and Cassian met at a bar, and they’re still trying to get over each other. It’s not working out too great. Posted in chronological order.

Tumblr posts:  pt i  |  pt ii  |  pt iii  |  pt iv  |  pt v  |  pt vi

flatliners au; WIP, posted on Tumblr. A rewrite of the movie Flatliners (avoiding spoilers from the canon film; I change a lot) with Jyn Erso studying what it means to die and experience the afterlife. Bonus points for mutual pining, med school shenanigans, Eternal Longing(TM), and Leia done with everyone’s shit. Not posted in chronological order.

Tumblr posts: pt i  |  pt ii  |  pt iii  |  pt iv  |  pt v

mass effect au; WIP, posted on Tumblr. You may know this one from the gorgeous photoset made by the supremely talented @runakvaed. ALso: heavy credit to @turiantea for helping me build at least 50% of it; they deserve credit for so many of the AUs that I’ve written for, both posted and otherwise, and saved my ass over and over during the construction of floating, sinking as well. Cassian is an Alliance Spectre, undercover with the terrorist organization Cerberus as they bring the famous Commander Ahsoka Tano back from the dead. He’s serving as her XO on her suicide mission against the reapers, and one of his biggest obstacles? Trying to hide the fact that he’s desperately in love with the biotic mercenary hiding in the engine room. Not posted in chronological order. 

Tumblr posts: pt i  |  pt ii  |  pt iii

siren au; WIP, posted on Tumblr. Jyn Erso is a pirate, and she’s just had her ship driven into the rocks of Jedha Island--a tiny, tropical mystery not on any map she’s ever seen, and home to a grumpy old sailor, a blind, sarcastic mermaid, and a pair of sirens--who tell her, in no uncertain terms, that the only reason she survived the wreck is that she’s asexual. Oh, and one of those sirens has pretty brown eyes. Posted in chronological order.

Tumblr posts: pt i  |  pt ii  |  pt iii

stranger things au; WIP, posted on Tumblr. Bodhi Rook has gone missing, and his foster sister, Jyn Erso--the town asshole, if you listen to the local college girls--is going to find him. Even if it kills her. Thankfully, a photography student has a shot of where Bodhi was last seen. Turns out he has a whole hell of a lot more to him than meets the eye. Not posted in chronological order. 

Tumblr posts: pt i

college au; WIP, posted on Tumblr. Jyn Erso has anger management problems. Cassian Andor has bad PTSD. They’re both crammed into a university classroom as non-traditional students. Neither of them enjoy it too much, at first. Not posted in chronological order.  

Tumblr posts: pt i  |  pt ii  |  pt iii

study abroad au; WIP, posted on Tumblr. Cassian is a study abroad student in London, and he accidentally makes friends with Bodhi Rook and his foster sister. It’s getting harder and harder to consider going back to Mexico, honestly. 

Tumblr posts: pt i

royals au -- imperial war; WIP, posted on Tumblr. Jyn Erso is a queen with no king. Cassian Andor is a king with no queen. Both their nations are being pressed on all sides by an Empire. They make a choice. Now they have to live with it. Heavy credit to @turiantea for building this with me, as always. 

Tumblr posts: pt i

royals au -- the young victoria; WIP, posted on Tumblr. Jyn Erso is the one and only heir to the throne of England. She’s been kept in seclusion since she was a child, tugged this way and that by people who want to control her. Cassian Andor is the second grandson of the King of Fest, so far from the throne that people forget he exists at all. They meet almost by accident, and never forget it. Heavy credit to @runakvaed for building this one with me. :3

Tumblr posts: pt i

north & south au; WIP, posted on Tumblr. Cassian Andor runs a cotton manufacturing plant in Northern England in the 1860s. Ostracized for his Mexican heritage, protective of his mother and sister, Cassian thinks he has everything under control--until a maverick southern woman with modern views and a tendency to pick fights in taverns shows up and flips his whole life upside down. @turiantea is responsible for everything and everything good about this AU. I just write things down and fail to capture its glory. 

Tumblr posts: pt i

mafia au: Cassian’s an undercover cop. Jyn’s a mafia princess. It ends as well as it could. This one in particular is @turiantea‘s baby and I want to come back to it soon for their sake. They’ve done so much for this and it’s easily 80% their child so I feel bad for not babysitting it very well.

Tumblr posts: pt i

#rebelcaptain #my writing #my writing rc masterpost #rc masterpost