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The Bad Guys season 1: Our Own Story (chapter 23) - A Suspicious Affair

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Intro

Mr. Wolf: Yeah! I'm bad!

Mr. Snake: You're bad!

Ms. Tarantula: He's bad!

Mr. Hornet: She's bad!

Mr. Piranha: We're bad!

Mr. Shark: Who's bad?

The Bad Guys: Yeah!

We're the Bad Guys!

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At the News Company building. Mira was typing an article on the Bad Guys. They stopped another criminal almost doing something drastic to an innocent family. Glad that the Good Bad Guys arrived just in time to save them. That is going in the newspaper

"Aaand… done!" She typed fast in the end, and lifted her hands from the keyboard, "Phew, the Bad Guys had done it again, huh? Now I deserve my break," Mira then saved the file of her article, and opened another one. The file is just a story that she made as a hobby if she ever got bored with her job. She continued typing where she left off.

"And so, after having to have searched through many of the thriving habitual residencies where the gentlest of wildlife reside, the lonely woman finally found her savior in khaki. Callum greeted her with a friendly hug right in front of the zebra exhibit, where the zebras themselves mimic the humans' special display of bonding by cuddling one another as well. Mirabelle looked into Callum's eyes, feeling her initial despair and loneliness fade away and only for an instant because of the special moment she was sharing with the love of her life. Both humans standing together, where only the sound of the parakeets at the Aviary nearby provided a harmonic serenity to their moment. Safe in her comrades' arms feeling as snug as a joey in his mama's pouch, as if nothing in the world could ever harm her emotions as the feelings of loneliness she resided with many many moons ago before meeting the special man. Despite many eyes of the wildlife watching, it felt as if they were the only ones on Earth together, them against the world where only the army of animals around them would protect them and guide them. For someplace as chaotic as a zoo, work chaos and craziness drive among more than the animals themselves, for one single moment as the pair laid eyes, locked in a trans as steady as the stare of an owl, and shared a gentle kiss under the bringing light that made their love shine so bright, even the bats in the darkest caves could see it. Callum was a man of many passions when they came to the protection and care of the animals around him, but the most important animal that he made sure to always care for the most was Mirabelle, who to him, was like gold, a treasure he would always cherish forever and ever."

"Mhm." Mira nodded proudly for herself at this paragraph of her story. Then, she looked at her wristwatch. "Oh, almost time for lunch," She saved her file but didn't close the window. She left the computer open just in case she'll return to make some edits for her story.

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Later, a few minutes after Mira left, Shark came by her office, holding a pen.

"Hey Mira, I just came by to return your pen," But when Shark looked up, Mira's desk was empty, "Mira? Hello?" He wanted to make sure Mira is still around the room, but everyone else already left for lunch.

After dropping the pen into the pencil holder, Shark couldn't help but look over behind Mira's desk where the computer was on and her file was open, "'A Wildlife Lust by Mira Rose'. Wow, Mira really likes to write," When Shark took the time to read the paragraph Mira just wrote. His eyes slowly widened in shock, and gasped "Oh, my gosh, this is amazing! This is basically a guide to what Mira is looking for in a lover."

Just then, Piranha, Tarantula, and Hornet came by in front of Mira's desk where they found Shark behind it.

"Hey, Shark, have you caught up with Mira?" Piranha asked.

"No, but check this out," Shark said while pointing to the screen with his fin, "Mira is writing a romance novel about a woman who is unhappy with her life and begins to have a torrid affair with a lover who loves zebras. Don't you know what this is?"

"That you violated her privacy?" Tarantula guessed.

"It's a description of her every fantasy and desire. This could finally be my key to…"

"To what, making out with my friend?!" Hornet gagged, "You know, you are the worst. And I thought Snake was the worst."

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The next day, at Mira's house, Mira was doing some gardening when all of a sudden, a shadow blocked the light behind her back. Mira turned around where the shadow came from. To her shock, she saw Shark, wearing a tan safari hat, a beige khaki shirt and shorts, and brown boots, and riding on a zebra.

"Good morrow! What is thee, uh, up to?" Shark tried to get into character that Mira wrote.

Mira stood up, and asked, "Shark, is that your zebra? Wh-When did you get a zebra?"

"Oh, I've been an Equus for a while."

"Do sharks like you can be Equus?"

Shark hopped off the zebra, and patted its side, "Just my trusty steed here. We have a special connection. Me being an equestrianist and everything."

"I-I had no idea you were into zebras," Mira was unsure of this about Shark.

"Attractive, huh?" Shark smirked.

"No, seems like a hassle, and expensive. How do you pay for it all? Did you use the stolen money?" the journalist inquired.

"Well, the costs are meager when you're able to dominate and control the beast with just... the slightest glance," Shark explained whole narrowing his eyes with his fins, until the zebra attempted to eat his hat, "Stop it," he managed to pull the hat away from the zebra's mouth.

The Bad Guys were behind him as their "wingmen" as Piranha laughed, "Ha, ha! What?! This is loco!"

"Anyway, I've been speaking to my zebra in the silent language of knowing, and I…" When Shark moved behind the zebra while explaining, the zebra kicked him, and landed in front of his friends.

"Never walk behind a zebra. You would have to hate zebras not to know that," Hornet warned.

Bu Shark got back up, and walked back at Mira and the zebra, "Being one with nature…" He was behind the zebra again as he got kicked away. Shark returned, still back behind the zebra, "A mutual bond of trust…" He got kicked once again, and went back, "Different species, same heart."

That last kick caused Shark's snout to get twisted to one side. Shark confronted the zebra from the front as he fixed his snout back to its rightful place, and said in À La Daffy Duck accent, "You're dethspicable."

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Later in the afternoon, the Bad Guys were headed in front of a zoo where Shark was holding a printed copy of Mira's story after he had Tarantula secretly printed it for him back in Mira's workplace yesterday. When Shark was headed to the entrance, the Bad Guys followed him, and Wolf decided to pay for the visit.

"What the heck, Shark? I thought we were gonna get a ten-dollar scoop of ice cream with all the millennials who can afford ten-dollar scoops of ice cream but can't afford to move out of their parents and/or guardians' house," Hornet said.

"We are. But first I need to pick up this hat that Mira mentioned in her story. Where's that part about the hat?" Shark said as he looked down on the copy of the story as he and his friends entered the zoo after Wolf finished paying, "'Both humans standing together, where only the sound of the parakeets at the Aviary nearby'," Shark read while the Bad Guys walked near the bird aviary and see some parakeets flying around, "'Despite many eyes of the wildlife watching'," Shark continued reading as some pigeons and squirrels scattering the sidewalk, "'For one single moment as the pair laid eyes, locked in a trance as steady as the stare of an owl'," Shark read the last part as Snake noticed a barn owl at the zoo's petting zoo staring at them

"Uh, Shark, everything you read just happened to us. I think her book is about the zoo," Snake noted as Wolf, Piranha, Tarantula, and Hornet noticed this too.

Then, Shark turned around, and gasped with his eyes widened in shock, "Oh... my... golly."

"What?" The other Bad Guys asked.

When they looked in the direction where Shark was staring at, they saw a man in a tan safari hat on his head, a beige polo T-shirt with dark beige sleeves, and a symbol of a dove carrying grain on the left side of his chest, tan khaki shorts, and grey hiking sneakers with white laces. feeding a lovebird in his hand. His name tag was written "Callum".

"It's the guy, Callum, from Mira's book!" Shark exclaimed, "She's fantasizing about being in love with this guy. Or, who knows, maybe even is in love with him.

Suddenly, an old man approached the Bad Guys, and looked down at Piranha, "Excuse me, do you have nachos?"

Piranha was confused about what was happening when an old man asked him for food, "What? We don't work here. We're the Good Bad Guys. I... do I... Do my-do my clothes make it look like I work here?" He asked his friends.

"I think it's your suspenders, yeah," Hornet mentioned.

"They must've thought you work in the zoo's food area here," Wolf guessed.

Then, the manager of the food court appeared, with the same suspenders as Piranha, and told the little fish, "Hey, get back to work."

"I'll see you back at home, amigos. I've got to finish my shift," Piranha said as he rushed to work.

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Later, Piranha left work after his "shift", and exhaustingly rode a cab until near the bridge to prevent the driver to know the Bad Guys' secret hideout. Piranha had to walk all the way down there to get to his home. When he made it to the hideout, only he brought was a little amount of money, and a bag of food he got from the zoo.

While they were waiting for him, the Bad Guys had been doing their hobbies, except for Shark who couldn't stop thinking about Callum for being Mira's fantasy guy who was real all along.

"Guys, I can't believe it. I mean, do-do you think Mira likes this Callum guy more than me?" Shark inquired sadly.

"Maybe you're overthinking this, Shark. I mean you and Mira are just friends, remember? You guys dated just once, and that's it," Wolf said.

"Yeah, what's your big deal on this?" Tarantula asked before guessing in a loud shock, "Are you… are you in love with Mira?"

Shark shook his head, wanting to deny it, "No, not really. I mean, a little bit. Just a little school crush. She's a nice person, and she deserves better."

"And you think she deserves you as her partner for life? I'm not against it, Shark, but you know our reputation in the city. What would other people say about Mira when she would end up with a former criminal shark like you?" Snake clarified their status.

Shark didn't like where Snake was going, but for once, he agreed with him. If Mira ended up with Shark, her reputation would be ruined, and he didn't want Mira to have that kind of life. Mira already liked her life and her job, and Shark didn't want her to lose all that because of love.

Just then, Hornet received a notification from his helmet. He wore to see what he received, "Hey guys, Mira texted me that she's going out and won't be back until later tonight."

"Why did she text you about that?" Piranha asked suspiciously.

"We're texting buddies every now and then. And also she wanted to inform me that she's okay every time she goes in and out of her work and house," Hornet smiled.

Shark gasped, "Oh no, guys, she's going out and won't be back until tonight? Do you know what that means?"

When Shark turned around, all of his friends wore disguises, Wolf dressed as a cop, Snake as a cowboy, Piranha as a treasure chest, Tarantula as an anime cutesy maid, and Hornet as a Brazillian Carnival Dancer, only with a skirt and a headdress.

"Disguises? We know it's your favorite thing," Tarantula guessed.

"No, but we should follow her and see what the hell is going on," Shark suggested.

Snake groaned as he facepalmed with his tail, "Face it, Shark, you're jealous that Mira likes someone else than you."

"No, I just want to protect her from the worst decision she'll ever make, now come on!" Shark demanded as he rushed to the elevator to get to the car. The other Bad Guys groaned as they followed him, still having their disguises on.

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The Bad Guys, without their disguises anymore, arrived in front of Mira's house across to street to avoid getting caught by Mira. Wolf thought it was a ridiculous idea to drive and hide from Mira while Shark wanted to investigate Mira's "fantasy" guy, but the leader has no choice. Shark is his friend, and he couldn't let him down.

The Bad Guys waited for an hour until Mira got out of her house before locking the door.

"There she is," Tarantula pointed at Mira who walked towards her car, and drove away.

"Follow her," Shark demanded.

When Piranha opened a can of soda, and drank it, Wolf hit the pedal, causing an opposite reaction where the soda spilled all over Piranha's face, "Aw, great," he groaned, and noticed his clothes were soaked with soda too, "Just great."

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The Bad Guys continued to follow Mira. It was a little bit far from her house, but then, she parked beside the sidewalk. Wolf then parked a little far from Mira's car, but near enough for the Bad Guys to watch her got out of the car. Then, there was another car coming, and parking in front of Mira. It was Callum, stepping out of his car.

"There's Callum too," Wolf pointed.

As the gang observed, Mira and Callum opened their arms, and leaned forward towards each other.

"He's going in for a hug. They're hugging! This is insane!" Shark exclaimed.

But Hornet didn't pay attention to all that as he took pictures of Callum with his helmet, "I know. This guy. This guy is a star."

"Ugh, Hornet, this is unnecessary," Piranha rolled his eyes, feeling jealous.

"I can't believe it, guys. She met up with him here. They hugged. Mira is dating this guy. We've got to stop them," Shark said worryingly as he unfastened his seatbelt, and hopped out of the car. The other Bad Guys unfastened their seatbelts, and moved out of the car. The Bad Guys rushed to Mira and Callum before something that they expected would happen.

"Mira, don't do it!" Shark shouted.

Mira and Callum were startled as Mira turned to see all 6 of her criminal/vigilante friends, "Shark? Bad Guys? What are you all doing here? Don't do what?"

"Don't date Callum! It's not worth it!" Shark pleaded.

"What are you talking about?" Mira asked confusingly.

"Look, I found your file and read it. I thought that you wrote everything you were looking for in a lover, and, if I could embody some of those things, maybe I would have a shot with you. But then I found out Callum is real, and-and I couldn't bear to see you do something like this to yourself," Shark confessed, feeling worried for her.

But then, Mira was surprised about this from Shark, and instead of feeling shocked, she made a disappointed look, "Wait, let me get this straight. You, without asking, read something I wrote? Then, thinking I was revealing all my most intimate wants and desires, you thought that you could exploit what you read to impress me? But when you thought I might be cheating with someone other than yourself, you found that, and only that, morally objectionable? And you bring your friends here, who doesn't understand what's going on?!

"Trust us, We understand a little bit what was happening," Snake chuckled.

Mira rolled her eyes before clearing her throat to introduce them to the guy next to her, "Guys, this is Callum Kalemberg, he's my ex-boyfriend."

"Your ex-boyfriend?" The Bad Guys repeated in unison.

"Wait, so that means you used to date him?" Wolf questioned to clarify this.

"Yes, but that was a few years ago. We broke up because, well…" Mira wanted to explain, but she's not the only one who decided this break up.

Callum stepped in to explain further, "Turns out it never worked out between us. So we decided to break up."

"But if he's your ex-boyfriend and you're not in love with him, why do you have to meet up with him?" Shark asked.

"I'm just here to pick up our daughter," Mira answered.

The Bad Guys gasped loudly, and yelled in shock, "YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER?!"

Mira nodded, "Yes, I have a daughter. Ever since she was born, Callum and I shared custody with her. Callum kept her from Sunday to Wednesday, while I took her in for just Thursday to Saturday. Her school wasn't far from our houses, so there's no need for longer or shorter custody time."

"Oooooohhh…" The Bad Guys finally understood what was going on.

"And yes, I have fantasies about him dominating me with his idiot charming looks…" Mira admitted without even looking back at Callum.

"Aww, and hey!" Callum felt appreciated yet insulted about two things Mira described to him.

"But it's just that... A fantasy. That's why I wrote it in a story, because I knew that I would never act on it," the journalist finished her sentence.

Callum scoffed while his arms crossed, "It's more like you wanna take that all out through writing."

"I'm a journalist. I love to write," Mira glared at Callum before glaring back at Shark, "Ugh. I never thought a shark could be such a genuine piece of human garbage."

Shark finally felt ashamed that he tried to swoon over Mira by following what she wrote in her story, which violated her privacy, then he did something drastic when he thought she was dating another guy, who was her ex-boyfriend, out of jealousy. Shark sighed sadly, "Mira, I'm truly sorry for what I thought. It all just made sense to me at the time. But now that I see what it is, I'm ashamed of myself. I hope you can find it in your heart…"

While Shark confessed his apology speech, Snake brought a zebra behind Shark, and called out to his marine friend, "Hey, Shark."

When Shark turned around, Snake let out a loud and vicious, "Hissss!" the zebra was startled and frightened as it kicked Shark from behind. Then, Snake pulled out an apple, and fed it to his striped friend, "There's a good girl," he patted its snot with his tail.

"Okay, I deserve this." Shark grunted in pain from the kick before standing up, and approaching Callum, "And Callum, I'm so sorry that I suspected you as a bad person."

"It's okay. No hard feelings," Callum understood before turning to his ex-girlfriend, "Mira, don't be mad at Mr. Shark. You're really lucky you have good friends like the Bad Guys who were just looking out for you."

Hornet gasped, "You know us?"

"Of course. Who hasn't?" Callum chuckled.

"So, you're not afraid of us?" Piranha asked.

"Please. I'm a zoologist and a zookeeper. I love all animals, even bad ones."

"That's a little racist," Snake cringed disturbingly.

"Sorry. But I also heard about your reputation, and you still balanced your criminal lives with your job as crime-fighters. So, I'm quite impressed," Callum smiled.

The Bad Guys were a little surprised that there are other people than Mira who liked their good-and-bad balanced lifestyle.

"Wow, thank you," Wolf said.

Then, Mira remembered someone very important to her, "Oh, since you guys are here, do you want to meet my daughter?"

The Bad Guys looked at each other, and they all chanted in agreement.

"Yeah."

"Sure."

"Why not?"

"Let's see the little cutie."

Callum excitingly ran back to his car, and opened the left backseat of the car. He stick his head in, and whispered to a person inside, "Sweetie, come here. There are people would like you to meet."

The Bad Guys and Mira heard Callum's soft voice as the formers tilted their head to take a peak quickly. When Callum pulled his head out, he held a small little hand, and gently guide a little girl out of the car. She was a 5-year-old girl with blonde hair, wearing a white top, a pink skirt, and a giant red bow.

"Aawww!" Wolf, Shark, Piranha, Tarantula, and Hornet cooed to see the cuteness of the little girl, but Snake didn't care.

When Callum led the girl towards them and her mother, Mira grabbed her hand, and guide her to walk a little forward toward the Bad Guys.

"Guys, this is my daughter, Mariposa," Mira introduced her friends to her daughter.

Mariposa looked up at her mother, who nodded that it was okay, and she came closer to them.

Wolf knelt down with one leg to reach Mariposa's level.

"Hey there, little girl," Wolf patted Mariposa's head.

Mariposa stared up at Wolf as she touched his nose, then tried to reach between his ears. Wolf bowed down for Mariposa to reach his head, making him wag his tail.

"Doggy," Mariposa blabbered.

Wolf chuckled embarrassingly, "Eh, yeah, but I'm not a dog, I'm a wolf."

"W-w-wolfy?" Mariposa tried to pronounce it right.

"There, now you get it," Wolf ruffled Mariposa's hair, making her giggle.

Mariposa then tilted her head to see the rest of the Bad Guys behind Wolf. She gasped when she saw a familiar giant fish, "Sharky!" she rushed to Shark, and hugged him lovingly.

"Aaw, she loves to hug." Shark blushed, and embraced her in return.

"Yeah, she's definitely cute," Tarantula commented, hanging on Shark's shoulder.

Mariposa opened her eyes, and noticed Tarantula, "Toy!"

"No! I'm not a–!" But Tarantula was grabbed by the child, and hugged her tightly, "She's crushing me!"

Mira quickly made Mariposa release Tarantula from almost getting crushed to death, "No, no, no, sweet. Ms. Tarantula is not a toy."

When Mariposa released her, Tarantula crawled back on Shark's shoulder, gasping for air, "That kid didn't know her own strength."

After Shark released Mariposa from the hug, she noticed something tiny flying in front of her face, "Bee."

Hornet chuckled, "No, sweetie, I'm a hornet."

"Bee!" Mariposa turned to her mother while pointing at Hornet, and it made the other Bad Guys snicker.

Hornet groaned, "Why do other people mistake me for a bee?! I'm a hornet!"

"Cute bee!" Mariposa patted Hornet playfully with a hand, though it hammered him down, and almost touched the ground.

Hornet didn't like to be patted like that, but the girl's cuteness made him not hate her.

Then, Mariposa noticed Piranha, "Friend!" she hugged him tightly.

"Uh, do I… do-do I look like I'm some kind of kid?" Piranha asked his friends while feeling uncomfortable.

"You two have the same size, I guess," Wolf said.

"Friend!" Mariposa blabbered again.

Piranha was flattered by this gesture as he slowly released himself from the little girl's hug, and patted her head, "Awww, she is kinda a cutie."

Lastly, when Piranha moved backward, Mariposa then stared up at the tall snake. She was speechless and her jaw dropped.

Snake sighed as she knew what the girl was thinking about her, "I get it. You're scared of a grumpy ol' snake, aren't you?"

Mariposa suddenly smiled with sparkles in his eyes, "I wove snakes!" She quickly hugged Snake, and snuggled her face on his chest.

Snake was startled by the sudden hug. He was surprised that a little kid like Mariposa liked a dangerous snake like him. He was just frozen there, not wanting to move a muscle to avoid startling the kid.

Wolf knelt beside Snake, and smirked, "Look at that, Snakey, you got a new friend."

When Snake looked down at Mariposa, she was still hugging him. He didn't know what to do, but his tail slithered on Mariposa's back, and patted her gently, smiling calmly.

When Mariposa suddenly yawned and almost slept on Snake, Mira chuckled as she pulled her daughter away from Snake, "Okay, Mariposa, you can let go of Mr. Snake now," she carried her, and had her kid's head rest on her shoulder.

"Your daughter is very sweet, Mira," Hornet complimented happily.

"Yeah, just like you," Shark said, making both him and Mira blush a little, "And you're sweet enough to forgive me, and I thought I could be… you know…"

"Oh, Shark, you know that I like you. I really do. But not romantically like you," Mira clarified, making Shark frown, "And it's not because of Callum or Mariposa. He and I are through with it, and Mariposa was used to us being separated. And it's not even because you're a Bad Guy or a shark. It's just that… I don't have feelings for you…"

Shark nodded lightly, "I understand."

"But you're my friend," Mira added making Shark raise his head to look at her, "I appreciate you're trying to look out for me or even trying to impress me, but we would be better off if we're just friends."

Even though Shark felt sad that he has no chance to be with Mira in a romantic way, he was still happy she still accepted him as her friend, "Yeah. We're friends."

When Shark offered a fin to Mira, she accepted it, and the two shook hands as a sign of friendship.

Callum smiled at this sight before clearing his throat, "Well, I better get home. You guys take of yourselves," he walked back to his car with the Bad Guys and Mira waved goodbye at him, and he drove away.

When Callum was gone, Mira noticed Mariposa already fell asleep, "I better get this little one home. It's past her bedtime anyway. I'll see you tomorrow, guys."

The Bad Guys said their goodbyes to Mira as she put Mariposa in the backseat on his child seat, and she stepped inside the driver's seat before starting her car and driving off.

When Mira was out of sight, the Bad Guys decided to get back to their car with Shark's head hung down sadly.

"Sorry, Shark," Tarantula patted. a hand on Shark's face.

Shark sighed while he and the Bad Guys stepped into the car, and fastened their seatbelts, "Well, I know things weren't meant to be, but, at least, Mira forgave and still wanna be friends with me."

"Of course, Shark. Who wouldn't?" Hornet asked.

That question made the Bad Guys wonder silently while staring a each other. That is the question. Who wouldn't want to be friends with the most famous criminals-yet-vigilantes in the world? The Bad Guys snickered before laughing hysterically as Wolf drove the car back to the direction of their home. It was a little funny that everyone wanted to be friends with the Bad Guys. Not everyone should be, but not everyone can. It depends on others. Like Diane, Mira, and now, two more people like Callum and Mariposa.

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Credits:

Sam Rockwell - Mr. Wolf

Marc Maron - Mr. Snake

Craig Robinson - Mr. Shark

Anthony Ramos - Mr. Piranha

Awkwafina - Ms. Tarantula

Rhenzy Feliz - Mr. Hornet

Stephanie Beatriz - Mira Rose

Oscar Isaac - Callum Kalemberg

Kaycie Chase - Mariposa

David Sheftell - Zoo's Food Court Manager

Author aggimaginary

Co-Author MasterClass60 TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3

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So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy

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So, this is another chapter focused on Mira and Shark again, but this time, with an interesting twist.

The whole chapter is a reference from Family Guy: Family Guy Lite.

The chapter revealed that Mira had an ex-boyfriend and an illegitimate child with whom they shared custody.

I named Mira's child "Mariposa" as a reference from the movie Encanto where Stephania Beatriz, the voice actress of Mira, worked in.

The Bad Guys continued keeping their alternate title "The Good Bad Guys" as vigilantes.

Special thanks to MasterClass60 and TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3 for helping me with this chapter.

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thispatternismine · 1 year

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The Last Firebender [34/35] - His Own Worst Enemy

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Relationship(s): Mai/Zuko, Zuko & the Gaang, Zuko & his family, Sokka/Yue

Summary: Agni has stood by as his children have used their gifts to burn the world, consumed with despair but reluctant to interfere. When the one who is meant to act as his intermediary in the mortal realm burns his own son in a shocking act of cruelty in front of a crowd who fail to step in, that is the final straw.

The Fire Nation descends into chaos at the sudden loss of firebending, & the war becomes bloodier still, as the troops fight on out of sheer desperation, terrified that a reckoning is now due.

And then Iroh, tending his injured nephew while trying to keep him safe from a vengeful father who blames him for this calamity, realises that Zuko's inner flame still burns...

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter 2: Any Port in a Storm

Chapter 3: Unexpected Guests

Chapter 4: Making Friends

Chapter 5: Adventures

Chapter 6: Learning Lessons

Chapter 7: Fire & Ice

Chapter 8: Azula is Not Okay

Chapter 9: Father & Son

Chapter 10: E v e r y t h i n g i s F i n e

Chapter 11: Azula is Still Not Okay

Chapter 12: Friends & Family

Chapter 13: Unravelling

Chapter 14: Zuko & Azula Actually Have A Conversation (part 1)

Chapter 15: Zuko & Azula Actually Have A Conversation (part 2)

Chapter 16: The Council Has Spoken

Chapter 17: Island Getaway

Chapter 18: Going on a Mama Bear Hunt

Chapter 19: Fire Nation Democracy in Action

Chapter 20: A Night in the Woods

Chapter 21: Bad Moon Rising

Chapter 22: Blue Moon

Chapter 23: By the Power of the Moon

Chapter 24: Azula Gets A Hug

Chapter 25: Long Live the Firelord

Chapter 26: Ancient History

Chapter 27: Sunshine

Chapter 28: Aang Finds An Earthbending Teacher

Chapter 29: Toph Picks A Fight With An Owl

Chapter 30: City of Walls

Chapter 31: City of Secrets

Chapter 32: The Gang’s All Here

Chapter 33: Under the Light of the Comet

Chapter 34: His Own Worst Enemy

Extract:

The last time he had impulsively charged into a situation to claim his crown, he had nearly ruined everything. He had been successful in the end, but only through his ability to turn the situation to his advantage when given the opportunity, and his wife’s skills.

And this time, Ursa was not here.

Zuko was probably at the Coronation Plaza, awarding himself a crown he neither deserved nor had earned, probably giving some long, arrogant speech to his supporters, demanding their worship. He would be here soon enough. And Ozai would be waiting. He smiled and emptied his teacup.

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galwaygremlin · 7 months

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that house sure does owl:

S2E1 -Hooty my man WTF -lilith existential crisis time! -is Luz being tricked into doing what Belos wants? -AWW GROSS CUTE

S2E2 -Lilith anxious perfectionism, Eda UNBRIDLED ADHD -"No one's dying." "Not with that attitude!" -Willow gay dads! -She said MY Luz!!!

S2E3 -Hooty that is... so gross -"Special Delivery! PAIN"

S2E4 -EDA NIGHTMARE NO -oh so Lilith FUCKED up -is this guy a quack he sounds like a quack -BUFF GRANDMA (many variations on this note, repeatedly) -FAKE LUZ. I'M SCARED.

S2E5 -Gus knows what's up -I just realized the Boiling Isles are a corpse. DUH -Amity: Luz is cute and nice to me I'm risking EVERYTHING -WEIRD OLD MAN. YAY

S2E6 -cult shit cult shit -Luz you adorable nerd -wait Luz is from CONNECTICUT? god. why. -Hunter: hiiii -he LICKED her HAND. these kids <3 -he's a nerd too <3 -ALL of your ancestors are YOU but DEAD-er -Eda committing crimes for her bby! again! -PLOT TWIST HUNTER GETS A BIRD BUDDY

S2E7 -NOOO SAD EDA. they're still your babies -BLASPHEM-YOU -is that a pokemon -ALL ABOARD THE FEELINGS TRAIN I'M THE CONDUCTOR

S2E8 -why are king's plotlines always Like This. amazing -EDA. FUCK. -yeah sure drown your demons until they snuggle in your lap why not -Luz you did NOT just call Amity a GODDESS I- -LUZ THAT'S SO ROMANTIC I'M GONNA DIE -KING'S DAD?!

S2E9 -that says Grimwalker BAD NEWS BEARS -Belos smarmy voice. EUGH. ripping his face off -Luz is adorable as always. Amity is overthinking as always. *hearteyes* THEM -Hunter with the most hope I've ever heard in his voice: I'll be useful again!! -INSTANT ANIMOSITY. YES -A BAD BUT SAD BOY -hunter don't give her ANOTHER inferiority complex!!! -Owlbert has been through. So much -BIRD BUDDY BONDING TIME FOR BACKSTABBING BASTARDS

S2E10 -WHO STOLE LUZ'S LIFE -Interstellar dimension -okay Vee is cute and sad and I want to hug them -BELOS fucking up EVERYBODY'S life -MAMA NOCEDA WITH THE CHANCLA -*eats deck of cards* -Camila deserves the world

S1E1-10 S1E11-19 S2E11-21 S3

#toh #lise liveblogs toh

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moonstone27ls · 1 year

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Owl House ep 2....

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Sooooo a lot happened. Am I disappointed? Hell no, I loved all of it. I also love how Camila even though she was scared/didn’t understand anything she was still very much in mama bear/caring for ALL the kids mode. I LOVE HER.

I also love how she’s still trying to help her baby girl in all this struggle. I hope this marks some self healing for Luz and that she’s forgiving herself. I LOVED her Palisman its original and unique just like Luz :3. I LOVED how Camila is trying to embrace her nerd side she suppressed when she bonded with Hunter/Gus XD.

Loved how Rain got all anime “oooh” over Eda’s owl form... what I’m surprised is that King hasn’t tried to ask the Collector to remove her curse... I mean IF he’s that mysterious one who made the owl beast curse.

Uhhh am I shocked that Kikimora went all nutso and tried to be King or whatever... nah she’s been hinted early on to be nuts and the stereotypical villain we see in cartoons.

King... I feel sooo sorry for King because he’s just like Luz trying to save everyone and help everyone. I wanna just squeeze that adorable baby! (also who also thought it was cute that Camila basically said almost the same thing Luz said when she first saw King XD)

Then we have the Collector... uhh I’m gonna be blunt I feel more sorry for him than I do Belos. And I know thats gonna shock fandom or offend people cause I know since the last ep came out I heard nothing but “Philip sympathy” stuff. To a degree I got it... but until something changes... sorry/not sorry I don’t feel a LOT of sympathy for Belos/Philip. The whole “being haunted” by his murdered victims and still refusing to take responsibility. I don’t see a “Oh Philip’s been brainwashed” or “Philip loved his brother so much thats why he went on a murderous rampage and killed his brother Caleb SOOO deserved to die”. Philip is literally LOOKING at his sins and refuses to acknowledge what he is. He’s... he’s Kikimora they are characters who could have had good potential in another path but choose to follow the bad one. Again CHOOSE.

I love him as a villain this is great stuff. But heh... its a mix on sympathy... I mean I dunno have him do a Vader moment where he does something to SAVE Luz... oh wait no he’s not... he’s gonna kill Luz and her friends/mother or try to have the Collector do it for him. So yeah no.

But back to the Collector.. we don’t know much about his past/background/or species? (and thats not all Dana Terrace’s fault... thats YOUR FAULT DISNEY) But from what I can guess... there’s something hidden he didn’t want King to find out. And its hinting he might be somewhat anxious from being left in solitude in wherever he was banished to. So yes for a brief moment when he asked King to let Françoise stay with him. I felt sorry for the god like/or child like Bill powered character here. I mean heck he’s referring to Odalia as Mamadlia. I feel like thats hinting he wants what the others have... but he’s either not understanding or whatever I dunno I’m not a whatever psychiatrist.

Anything else... I admit I wonder what Belos is planning... I get why he’s manipulating the Collector... but what is his ultimate goal.... is he actually gonna kill himself just to end the demon realm (I assume he would if he posses puppet Rain and again GUESSING if he gets the Draining spell working again... wouldn’t that mean he’d go with his puppet host?). Does he hope that turning the Collector against the demon realm? Or have that enough so he can continue the draining spell? I mean his body was literally falling apart on him... I just am trying to figure out what his end game here... I mean even if he possesses toy Rain... what will he do? He hates them all so much that he wanted to go back to the Human world... so would he just go back in what he possessed... Or does he have an actual plan B and the Collector is just a distraction?

But also... how did Belos know where Lilith/Eda were hiding? oO I mean I guess puppet Rain heard things? maybe but that wasn’t established.... yet.

Also ... what did Luz see in that inbetween world? Was it another Collector?... Is it a creature? Evelyn? Another Titan?... Caleb’s spirit?

Also.... Hunter/Willow.... they HELD HANDS(sorta) THEY WERE BOTH BLUSHINGGGGG! Come on people we saw it she was blushing when he saved her!! And when Willow had ... I wanna say panic attack? or just say the pressure finally caved on her. Moment he heard her put herself down and refer to herself as a “half witch”. He broke those vines and went to her! He told her she meant a LOT to him. That moment!! GAH THATS LIKE AMITY/LUZ! Its those moments that make me love the ship! And GAHHHH he was blushing when she said it back later!! THEY ARE JUST LIKE AMITY/LUZ TOOO PURE FOR THIS! I LOVE THEM SOOO MUCH!! And Belos/Philip better leave them alone or I dunno wish more bad luck on him. I say that cause he pretty much hated Evelyn... so how is he gonna like it when he sees that his “nephew” fell for a witch just like Caleb.

Ooohhh SO MUCH GOING ONNNNNNN

#The Owl House spoilers #spoilers #Owl House spoilers #The Owl House

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millepara · 2 years

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waccha primagi episode 30 (last week’s!)

lmao Myam doesn’t want to duo w Matsuri bc she doesn’t want to do the same thing as Hughie

what’s with the title of this ep haha

Tatejima: “just like me ♪ just like me ♪” !!!!!! wow cute!!!!!!

SMALL OWL!!! so cute!!!!!

YES I was hoping we would get a look at pretty series’ most pathetic man as a kid and he is just as expected

priseries is truly the perfect place to have a tiny little kid make an entire AI and robot that runs off a mysterious renewable energy source and a father that’s like. enough of your childish games. about it

it would be so fucking funny if Auru ended up becoming duo partners w Meganee. rip Matsuri

I watched last last week’s ep when it came out on sunday and I’m only watching last week’s now so it’s been fully two weeks since I’ve seen primagi and I didn’t really think anything of it until Meiku Appu no Jikan started and I was overwhelmed w relief at seeing Tanto-chan again. missed you.........

idk why but I love this coord so much. the transparent sleeves are so neat and the controller headband is the cutest thing in the world. the fact that the rest of it looks like a wetsuit would typically drive me away but it just works and I love it. really glad this is Auru’s 2nd coord!

Auru so starved for affection that literally every time she does a performance she has a lifechanging moment with whoever’s eyes she happens to meet in the crowd

song still just as perfect as ever 💘 after getting the chance to play it in the arcade a bunch I think it’s my fav so far. the lyrics are so good

I was already spoiled so hard abt the baby within like seconds of it happening but even so it doesn’t make any more sense seeing it now. even knowing that this has gotta be the Flash Element (yeah, ok, Hughie just said that it was) doesn’t make it any less... any less priseries I guess

who is Mama!! who is Papa!!

oh wow she just gets the coord just like that. she did just give birth though so she deserves something. I totally thought she’d have to raise the Element to adulthood first though. is it possible that we aren’t going to be subjected to my least fav anime plotline, Suddenly A Bunch of Children Are Parents To A Baby And Now That’s The Entire Show?

Meganee is holding it please please just take it and walk offscreen and never come back. I am fully willing to sacrifice Meganee if it means never seeing or hearing a baby again

oh oh god the name. the episode title. it had a double meaning all along. ‘megane to contact’ as in glasses and contacts but also as in contact with Meganee. oh okay

#(in disgust) baby..............

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heartbreakfeelsogood · 2 years

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i watched the new episode of the owl house . i am not okay (spoilers under the cut)

-opening scene broke me just as much as it did at the end of season 2

-CAMILA SOBBING WHILE HOLIDING LUZ WAHHHH

-gus using magic to help with chores slay

-luz and hunter my traumatized babies :(

-“who knows if we will ever figure that out” luz ur such a bad liar

-camila just taking them all in and saying they’re safe 😭😭😭

-GUS FREAKING OUT OVER HUMAN STUFF AS WE DESERVE

-AMITY AND WILLOW BREAKING THE ALARM CLOCK LMAO PLS

-this intro is so cute that has to be noted

-i’m excited for willow’s photographer era i need her to be a vsco girl

-THEYRE PRACTICING SPANISH 🥺

-camila is a milf idc she has style

-making fun of duolingo pls

-“i never expected to be a mother of six”

-their new fits SLAYYYY

-amity being worried that “camila can’t take care of them forever” makes me so :(((

-they’re all besties they’re found family i’m crying

-luz’s main character moment in class is kinda making me giggle ngl why is she standing on a desk <- it’s because she’s traumatized

-camila wishing she could make them “demon food” wahhhh

-the deer that wasn’t a deer…

-hunter sewing and loving wolves and being happy and having a real smile and gus saying it’s good to see you happy and “one of us might as well be” and i’m gonna die

-“humans like spreading their junk everywhere” LMAO SO TRUE GUS

-gus’ nerd shrine <3

-the fact they basically added two beds to luz’s room for the girls 😭 wahhhh 😭

-camila dreaming about all the times she had to defend luz and the reality check camp…… :(

-mom why aren’t you mad at me” 🥺

-luz sleeping in camila’s bed and the bi “love” bracelet and also camila in pajamas makes her more of a milf idc

-okay once again their outfits slay

-hunter being a nerd with gus pls

-“hunter i don’t think the world is ready for the brave fashion choices of the year 2008” “DON’T listen to her”

-hunter’s blush when willow winks 😭

-HUNTER IS SOOO 🥺🥺🥺🥺

-aw the way they all cover their ears

-LMAO WILLOW SWEETIE THAT ISNT HUMAN MONEY

-i love how they hate giraffes so much

-vee has a crushhhhh… hehe

-masha’s pronouns on their name tag <333

-SLAY WILLOW WITH YOUR SCRAPBOOK

-the hooty and king masks i luv them

-luz and hunter why would you go down there ALONEEEEE

-let it all out hunter my special lil baby i love you :(

-AW IT WAS CAMILA’S NERD SHRINE LOL

-luz’s video diary is breaking my heart

-omg their costumes are so good wtf i wish i was that good at costumes 🙄✋🏼

-not that crazy middle aged asshole again

-BELOS WHY ARE YOU EVERYWHERE WBAT DO YOU MEAN HES PART OF THE HISTORY IN THIS TOWN

-the way masha definitely thinks this is a fake silly story and all the kids are ready to shit themselves bc none of it is fake

-hunter yelling at flapjack nooooo :(

-camila finding luz’s video diary

-OHHHH LUZ’S DAD LEFT HER GOOD WITCH AZURA 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

-okay luz slay that magic

-this isn’t hunter i can tell this isn’t hunter this isn’t him oh my god it’s belos it’s belos i can TELL

-FUCK FUCK FUCK THIS SCENE

-these poor kids :((((((

-HE HURT FLAPJACK WHAT THE FUCK BELOS

-hunter is coming out to fight omg omg omg

-CAMILA JUMPING IN AFTER HUNTER JESUS CHRIST IM LOSING MY SHIT RN

-SHE GOT BELOS OUT OF HIM BLESS

-flapjack sacrificed himself for hunter i’m cwying :(

-camila calling hunter baby :(

-OH MY GOD WHEN LUZ WAS ABOUT TO SAY SHE HAD TO STAY AND CAMILA JUMPED IN AND SAID “TAKE YOUR MAMA TO THE DEMON REALM” I LOVE HER WORLDS BEST MOM AND I MEAN THAT

-THEYRE GOING INTO THE PORTAL SCREAM

-willow: thanks for the memories

me: fall out boy reference 😩

-vee’s gonna cover for camila that’s so cute to me

-i literally wanna sob camila is the best parent ever i love this show so much im CRYING

#op #the owl house

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embraceyouropacities · 2 months

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“Pipe Organ Owl Mansion” — Jeremy Radin

This is the year you begin. The year you unbutton the pinstripe disease. This is the year you turn around in the woods, walk away from the grinding coyotes. This is the year of the car crash stilettos. This is the year of the hallelujah ball gown. The diamond spill. The party dress.

This is the year you begin. Unlearn the dead language of mirrors. Whale hips. Walrus thighs. These plump fictions, gasping like fish in a freezer. This is the year you swallow the airplanes, the spring geese, the mayfly soiree. Fly hard toward the new water. Bathing-suited. Draped in sun blush and boy whistles.

This is the year you begin. Slip into the sweet mud. Get dirty. Stay dirty. There is nothing to forgive. This is the year you begin. You will lose no more fingers to the gullet demons. Surrender no longer to your smart Jewish moods, your insistent bathwater quiet. You will rage with birdsong. Be a nation of hysterical kookaburras. Be a pipe organ owl mansion.

This is the year you begin. You will bust through this bright Funfetti sadness. You will upside-down avalanche. Shake in the footlights like an unhinged priestess. Walk with mistletoe strung from your eyelashes. Look into every mirror you can find. Dance with our mother in the gowns of free women. Open the sensational hell in your belly. Let us in. The world is ready to fall in love with you.

This is the year you begin. You will romance with elegance and steady grace. You will feast and adore yourself for feasting. You deserve the feast. You deserve the feast.

This is the year you begin. More beautiful than the honey-tendril debutantes, the whip willow dancers, the lingerie beasts, the switchblade sisters. More beautiful than the shiny thing that hangs on the front of the Torah and all the shame that squats and snarls behind it. More beautiful than the art of accurate suffering. More beautiful than fear. More beautiful than mama’s absence, papa’s solitude, my impatience, the body you yearn for. The perfect smoke, the shape of the smoke, more beautiful than death. You are more beautiful than death.

#jeremy radin #pipe organ owl mansion #poem #death #life #reminder #encouragement #starting over #new years #beginner's mind #self love

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newtie-patootie-bootie · 3 years

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Masquerade (Prologue)

Summary: This is your third season and your aspirations on finding love are dwindling but news on Lady Whistledown’s society pages say that there is to be a foreign royal in attendance to the season. Could this royal dignitary be the one you’ve been waiting for, or could there be a mysterious stranger lurking in the shadows, waiting to pluck your heart for his?

Disclaimer: I do not own Bridgerton nor The Mandalorian- all rights go to the owners and creators of their separate stories.

Warnings: None just yet, enjoy my writing as I lead up to the story!!

|| Please do not repost or plagiarise my work ||

| Chapter 1 |

“Dearest, have you read the newest Lady Whistledown?” Your mother burst into the drawing room with a flurry of her skirts, clutching the article in her fist as you, your brother and your father took in her frazzled form.

Her eyes were alight with excitement and she was nearly vibrating with delight, “no, Mama. I haven’t.” You answered her, eyebrows pulling together gently and she barrelled forward, slapping the scandal sheet in your hand.

You abandoned your needlepoint on your lap and opened the reports gingerly, perusing the freshly printed words with increasing distress:

‘In related news to this year’s promising season, my dearest reader- my sources say that a discreet candidate was called on by the Queen herself!

In a show of good faith and generosity to the newly signed trade agreements between the Crown and the elusive, yet breathtaking realm of Mandalore; it seems that this mysterious suitor has touched foot on our verdant lands in search of one of this season’s blossomed flowers to pluck for his own.

I have heard that this particular aspirant is eager to secure an acceptable match, perhaps with the season’s named Incomparable?

Or, perhaps there will be a sweet winter blossom that bloomed so richly as she was presented to Her Majesty, the Queen for her third season. Could the magnificent daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Wintere snatch such a lucrative title from Miss Daphne Bridgerton?

I so do adore a good rivalry between two influential families and as such, I would like to express my most exuberant notions of good fortunes to each family and may the best woman win.

This intrepid author would also like to disclose that there should be a number of severe competitors at the Danbury Ball this evening- and even worse, bloodthirsty mama’s charging forward with energetic hopes to secure the prospects of such an exceptional suitor.

After all, it is not everyday you are offered the chance to become a Queen.’

“She has named our dearest daughter a ‘winter blossom’, no doubt in reference to our family crest, darling!” Thomas’ eyebrows lifted at the high praise and yes, it was true. The family crest consisted of blooming hellebores and a snowy owl taking flight. “She also named our daughter to be a worthy adversary of the season’s Incomparable, Daphne Bridgerton!” Elaine gushed, taking a seat beside her husband and her skirts pooled with the air trapped but she seemed nonplussed as did Thomas who watched her with an adoring smile. “Isn’t that wonderful, darling?”

“I’d consider that a high honour indeed!” Thomas boasted proudly, raising his teacup to you and a sigh left your lips, ever world-weary.

“Looks more like a wilted weed to me.” Your brother teased and earned a reproachful stare from your parents, Ryder shrugged off the blistering glare from your mother before turning back to his book.

“Mama,” you implored, the paper crinkling in your tight grip, “do not put any stock into Whistledown’s scribblings- she has a tendency to exaggerate and her words incite challenge when there is no need for it.” You scoffed, tossing the offending scrap on the plush cushion beside you, “she has surely just made Daphne and I targets for the 200 other girls for the entire season!”

Ryder stood from his place across the room and moved closer, snatching the crinkled sheet from the pillow and plopped himself down, taking in its contents for himself, “Cressida Cowper is going to eat you alive, dearest sister.”

“Please do not remind me of Cressida Cowper, do I not appear distressed enough for you to cease your mistimed jibes, brother?” Your tone heightened, echoing somewhat in the drawing room.

Ryder’s smirk softened into a worried frown and took your hand in his in a soothing fashion, soft thumb massaging the space between your knuckles, “apologies, sweet sister. I only wished to make light of your situation for your own piece of mind.”

Sighing, you whispered your own apology at your sudden snap and you hummed softly in thought before a mischievous grin curled against your lips, “if anyone should feel concerned about Cressida Cowper’s intentions, I would think you to be more perturbed than I, older brother. The heir to the Duke of Wintere, a monumental promise of success to any willing debutante, I’m certain.” Ryder shuddered at the thought of the ill-mannered girl setting gladiatorial eyes on him and the notion of the high prospects he would bring to the mart. Immediately abandoning your hand, he burrowed himself deeper into the seat beside you and flicked the sheet out dramatically.

It was an indiscreet attempt to occupy his mind elsewhere as he kept his eyes firmly on the black print, yet he took not one word of the information in.

“Darling, this is good.” Your mother’s voice gently eased you from you and your brother’s banter as she reached forward and took your hand in hers, “this means that suitors will now take notice of you, and if this king hears word of your beauty in Whistledown’s musings, then I believe we should all be thankful to the woman, do you not agree?”

Your fingers curled around hers but your eyes remained downcast at your half-sewn needlepoint and you sighed softly, “I don’t see the need for such articles to be published. There will be enough dramatics to satisfy the weak-minded all season.”

“Your mother and I only want what is best for you, little owlet.” Your eyes raised to meet Thomas’, his gaze warm, tone loving as he levelled you with an adoring smile, “if it eases your mind, I have come across some news of this new ruler during my time at the club. I have heard he is just and fair. An honourable gentleman if somewhat mysterious as Lady Whistledown reports. You have nothing to lose by dazzling him with your grace and charm- but you have everything to gain if you succeed in wooing him. You have no need for tricks or deception to win the attention of any suitor, for you are perfect just the way you are.” Tears blurred your vision, threatening to slip down your cheeks. Your frown turned into a watery smile as your father placed his warm, large hand over you and your mothers, “and I shall be there to protect you and only agree to a match deserving of a jewel such as yourself.”

You sniffled back the forming tears before smiling warmly, “thank you, Papa.”

“There is no need for gratitude, dearest. This is a father’s duty; one I aim to fulfill to the highest regard-” Your father’s words were cut short as one of the servants walked into the drawing room.

“Your dresses have arrived, Your Grace, my Lady.”

“Ooh!” Elaine shot up from her seat, clapping in excitement before grabbing your hand and hauling you upstairs to your room, “we must find the perfect gown for tonight’s fete!”

Your sputtering and half formed protests carried down the hallway as Thomas opened the newspaper that had been sitting untouched in his lap, chuckling indulgently, “ever the child, your mother.”

Ryder shook his head in amusement, a smile curling his lips.

"Have you read the newest Whistledown? Foreign royalty searching for a suitable bride? I suspect this season will turn out to be exemplary.”

"I heard that this King's treasury is one to rival the Crown itself."

"I heard he has a son, yet there is no mother that has come forward to claim the child. A most scandalous affair, indeed!"

"I heard that their land is rich in minerals. Some type of iron that is nigh indestructible! I'd wager it'd fetch a high price."

"Daphne Bridgerton locked in a violent competition with the Duke and Duchess of Wintere’s daughter? How delicious."

"I have never heard of this Mandalore, is it near Scotland?"

You were barely able to contain your ire for the gossiping hounds polluting the air of the ballroom.

Your jaw ticked imperceptibly and you fought the urge to roll your eyes so hard you would be able to see the back of your head.

Their whispers were anything but that as you walked past each intrusive mama and daughter as they revelled in the rumors etched in the latest scandal sheet authored by Lady Whistledown, containing information of a supposed king attending the ball.

Your eyes scanned the ballroom and made contact with the youngest Featherington- carving a path for her, her rounded figure swathed in a bright, eye-catching yellow gown that suited her complexion and figure little, yellow beads and jewels glittering in the lights overhead.

You caught her eye and her shy demeanor slipped somewhat as she smiled, excited to see a familiar face and you curled your arm through hers and locked them together, “why have I not seen you on the dance floor, Miss Featherington?” You asked and Penelope sighed.

“I am just admiring the view, Lady Dalton,” you raise one brow at the title and her tiny frown curled into an indulgent smile as she corrected herself and called you by your given name, “you seem to have taken the room by storm when you joined the dance floor, every bachelor here has his eyes on you and Daphne tonight. I would think many of the suitors here are bursting at the seams for your hand- and it is your third season as well.”

“No doubt to Lady Whistledown’s meddling, I’d wager. I have already entertained enough male suitors tonight. I shall take my leave of them for the time being,” your tone changed to a slight whine which served to incite Penelope’s rich giggles, “have you taken your turn about the room?”

“I’m afraid I am not as carefully provided for as you, my Lady. Father has decided to forego these events and my mama is not quite so attuned to my aspirations to ensure a well-rounded tour.”

“Well, then, allow me, Miss Featherington.” You hummed politely, smiling brilliantly at the shy girl who returned the gesture just as brightly and you led the way about the hall. Nodding your head politely to every suitor that greeted you, you curled closer to Penelope, “I see your mother is surveying the hall with Lady Cowper and Lady Edgecomb.” Penelope’s world-weary exhale betrayed her true thoughts and you ran a soothing line along the back of her hand with your thumb, “the determination of rumormongers is indeed boundless, are they not? Perhaps, we shall next be blessed with the sight of them suspended from the rafters with ear trumpets to survey even the most meagre pieces of gossip.” Penelope giggled, covering her mouth with her hand daintily as she did so, bowing her head.

“Ah,” Anthony Bridgerton exclaimed, his arm encircled with Daphne’s as they stepped in front of you, “Miss Featherington, Lady Dalton.”

“Penelope,” Daphne spoke your names warmly, her bright smile widening as she curtseyed perfectly.

“Lord Bridgerton, Daphne.” You and Penelope greeted in unison, curtseying elegantly though you felt your arm tense as Penelope teetered on her feet in an attempt to keep her balance. You rose rather quickly to save her any embarrassment, “how fares the hunt, Daphne? Many of the most eligible suitors have presented themselves at this fete, don’t you agree?”

“Oh yes, my Lady.” Anthony spoke over his sister, answering for her. “Quite a well-rounded affair. Why, I can count every worthy bachelor on each finger of my left hand.” Daphne stared at her brother, aghast but your tinkling laughter could not be hidden with a well-placed hand over your mouth.

“I could only hope that you could spare a finger for my own brother, my Lord? Is he not worthy of your high praise? I would hate to inform my father of this scandalous news!” You teased slyly, a sparkle of mischief in your eyes as Anthony chuckled.

“Of course, my lady. Ryder Dalton, heir to the title Duke of Wintere is honest and true. A man worthy of the title he will one day inherit.” You bowed your head gracefully at the praise.

“Did you read the latest entry of Lady Whistledown’s scandal sheet?” Daphne asked, head inclined slightly in question and your lip curled in irritation, earlier humor forgotten.

“Unfortunately, dearest Daphne. What does this author hope to accomplish by sowing dissension among peers? It is only going to be harder for us if we are to be locked in this invented rivalry until the season ends. Not to mention that all other 200 fine young women will see us as common adversaries to quarrel for a desirable bachelor.” You shook your head and sighed wistfully.

“Perhaps, Lady Whistledown’s sources were incorrect in their counsel. I have yet to see a comely King from a foreign land in our midst.” Daphne teased and you chuckled, nodding as you looked about the room but gazed over no fanfare nor buzzing enthusiasm.

“Nor a royal guard. What do you think, Penelope?” You hummed and the young woman beside you almost wiggled with excitement to be counted.

“I believe that Lady Whistledown is breeding a development early in the season to incite challenge.” You voiced a wordless agreement and Penelope continued, her fingers still clinging to yours, “Her Majesty is one to be enthralled and I would think that the public invitation to this monarch of Mandalore is an attempt to bring about said excitement.” Penelope’s curls bounced around her rounded face as she spoke and you took her words in with great thought.

“A compelling view, if I ever heard!” Anthony complimented and Penelope bowed at Anthony’s flattery, “if you ladies will excuse us, we still must take our view of the room.”

“Ah, we shall keep you no longer! Happy hunting, my Lord. Good luck, Daphne.” You sympathised genuinely and Daphne huffed in agreement as her brother pulled her away. “That was excellent, Penelope. Sharp wit, indeed!”

Your words were met with sweet giggles from your friend as you continued your turn about the room, dance cards dangling delicately from your gloved wrists in and quizzed Penelope on the memory of her miniatures, impressed with her skill to point out each suitor with ease.

Once Penelope tired of walking, she took her rest by the edge of the dance floor and you bid her luck before striding to the refreshments table in search of a beverage to quench your thirst.

Your eyes remained locked on the small glasses of lemonade, unbothered with taking care in your surroundings- you were shocked to feel someone knock into you rather forcefully. You stumbled, unable to right yourself and you could feel your traitorous feet tangle around each other.

Time seemed to slow to a complete stop, though your mind ran freely and aware. A frisson of fear crackled down your spine at the premature embarrassment of the predicament you were just about to drop yourself in just as you felt strong hands slip against your back, righting you almost as quickly as your legs betrayed you.

“Oh, goodness, please do excuse my-” your apology trailed off into stunned silence as you took in the unfamiliar man you could call your savior. This stranger that had his arms around you in a most improper fashion and you know you should untangle yourself from his touch immediately but the heat of his large, ungloved hands bled into the exquisite material of your gown, through your corset and seared directly into the flesh of your arched back.

His clothing was much the same of every suitor attending, nothing unique or flamboyant to stand out amongst the countless other candidates. The slight crinkles in his suit brought an air of indifference- as if he cared little for the state of his dress. What persuaded you to fully take in his form, was his sun kissed, bronze skin that shone deep in the synthetic light of the chandelier accompanied by the ornate lights mounted on the wall; so striking and different from the many men that boasted pale complexions and youth.

You could see the ruggedness in the etchings in his skin, the lines that betrayed his advanced age compared to the others in attendance. The hair atop his head was rich and dark with slight streaks of gray, airy soft curls that adorned his head like a crown, wild and untamed. The same dark hair that graced his head, also carved around his jawline and upper lip, small patches of hair scarce in some places- so unlike the pronounced fashions in high society and you found yourself preferring the unkemptness. His eyes were a harsh change from the softness of his hair, striking and bold. They glittered like dark gems in the gentle lights as he perused your features, intelligent yet curious as he took you in with a cool countenance and thick brows pulled together in an expression of concern.

A prominent nose curved down with a hooked slope, rather large but it suited him and you fought the urge to caress the curved bridge with your fingertip. Pink lips parted, thin but pillowy as the tip of a red tongue slipped between to hydrate the slightly chapped flesh.

It set him apart from the rest, a beauty you so desperately wished to explore.

Just as you studied this unfamiliar man, he also took your form in.

His gaze was not leering like many of the bachelors loitering about the room- nor a lecherous grin curved those sinfully soft lips as he drank in your appearance with ease, noting every detail and micro expression with rapid ease and forced himself to cease the ever growing notion to tighten his arms around you, drag you closer to his chest when he felt the way your body curled into his touch, seeking the warmth he provided on a subconscious level.

Clearing his throat softly, he righted you on your feet and took a step back, bowing at the waist and a soft curl slipped in front of his handsome features, concealing his left eye, “forgive my impropriety, my Lady,” his voice was deep, rasped and foreign and those same lips curled around each word with an elegance none of the men here could hope to match, “my intentions were pure, I assure you. I did not mean-”

“-t-the apologies are mine, my Lord. I did not see you.” You cut off his apology, your usual confidence abandoning you and curtseyed softly before you both straightened in tandem, “please accept my most sincere apologies.”

“Only if you accept mine, my Lady, as I was the one to knock you.” This man raised his eyes to meet yours, a small smile playing on his lips at your stunned expression.

Realising how unladylike you seemed, you quickly smoothed your expression into a serene smile and bowed your head gently, “well then, I accept your apology, my Lord.”

“And now, I shall receive yours.” He bowed once again, though his eyes never once strayed from yours, his hand coming to brush back the curl that slipped in front of his face, freeing his eye from the obstacle. “Quite an affair, is it not?”

You turned to look upon the room and the dozens of bodies packed in the lavish ball and the bodies moving in rhythmic synchronisation as they flounced around the dancefloor, skirts billowing and waistcoats whipping. “Yes, my Lord. It is certainly a promising fete.” You ripped your gaze from the dancers and you looked back to the mysterious suitor that you know for a fact his profile has never graced your miniatures. “I do not believe I have had the pleasure, my Lord.” You introduced yourself and he bowed his head in a nod to your status.

“Din Djarin, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my Lady.”

You did not miss the way he left out his title, not many men did. It was refreshing to meet someone unbothered by status and titles. You smiled brilliantly and for a moment, he had trouble remembering how to breathe.

How did people do this?

“What brings you to London, Lord Djarin? I do not believe I have seen you here.” You certainly couldn’t recall seeing those mesmerizing, yet prominent features etched in your miniatures.

“I’m in town for business, mostly- but I thought I would attempt to join the fray of finding a beautiful woman to make my bride.” Din’s eyes found yours when his lips curved out the word ‘beautiful’. You could feel your cheeks heat and quickly brought the tiny glass to your lips and took a long draught- almost emptying the glass entirely. It was unseemly on your part but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care, you needed to soothe your drying throat and tame the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“And what better place to be than a cotillion for ambitious debutants who are searching for the perfect match?” Betraying your inner emotions, you struck up kind conversation, performing an air of confidence and strengthened your resolve. A wide smile stretched his lips, revealing perfect, straight teeth and the act of a simple smile brightened his features. Your heart slammed against your ribcage in response, your steely courage cracking in half with little to no effort.

He took a sip of his own lemonade just as a pair of gossiping mama’s walked past you both, talking loud enough for you to overhear their conversation with minimal exertion- if any, “and where, pray tell, is this so-called king?"

"Perhaps, Whistledown's sources were wrong. You can never trust a scandal sheet these days, I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be a charlatan."

You swallowed the sigh you desperately craved to release and inwardly shook yourself free from the coils of irritation that started to constrict around you before turning your attention back to the mysterious lord, only to notice his eyes were following the rumormongers and you helped yourself to a portioned sip of lemonade in an endeavor to quell the heat burning within you. A certain dark fire heated his gaze, stoking a reaction in you. Something deep and primal you had never experienced before and you suppressed a shudder at the ferocity clearly displayed in those deep, dark eyes.

“What are your thoughts on this foreign monarch, my Lord?” You barely managed to choke out, Din’s eyes snapped back to you as your question hung in the air and you swallowed subtly as his piercing gaze burned through yours.

“My thoughts?” He rasped, shifting on his feet in a show of subtle anxiousness. His earlier fire dissipating and awkward trepidation took the forefront.

“What do you make of the rumors surrounding the arrival of a ruler of a distant land coming to London to participate in the season?” You tilted your head in innocent curiosity, “surely, you have heard of this mysterious King hailing from his distant realm?”

“Rumor articles and gossip do not interest me, but yes, I am familiar with the topic you wish to discuss.” His smile twisted his lips into a forced stretch- barely passing for genuine and you weren’t sure as to why he seemed so uncomfortable when just moments earlier he was quite at ease conversing with you.

“And what do you make of his scarcity when his arrival was rumored to be a most certain guarantee? I should think the King would be thankful for not attending. Overbearing mothers and their equally simpering daughters have proven to be nuisances at the best of times.”

“Is that so?” Din looked at you, surprise colouring his pleasing features at your unfiltered response, “are you not disappointed that you may not meet this ruler and further your prospects on the mart?” His hand gestured subtly at his side, the barely touched lemonade sloshing dangerously close to the rim, “it would be a high honour to catch the eye of a king, now would it not?”

You chuckled, ducking your head for a moment, reflecting on your answer before opening your lips, “as silly as it may sound, I wish to marry for love.” You raised your hand, noncommittal waving it about, “I realise it will never happen, you do not endure two seasons with silly notions of love intact. I must maintain a status beholden of my title and secure a proper, advantageous match. But I can operate under the illusion of hope, can I not?” Din’s eyes cast down in thought, your words were soft, spoken quietly as if you were afraid another may overhear- whether by accident or on purpose, he could not say.

But the sincerity in your eyes could not be overlooked, the innocent yearning for a future that could very well be out of your reach sparkled against the hues of your irises.

“Perhaps your aspirations will be met, my Lady.” Din smiled kindly and you hummed in thought, but your brilliant smile was dim. Working up his courage, he set the small glass of his barely touched lemonade on the refreshment table and vaguely gestured to the dancefloor, anxiousness twisting his features almost comically, “w-would you care to dance?”

His hand was large, rough with thick fingers. They were working hands, familiar with hard labour and you shivered imperceptibly at the thought of those hands running down the expanse of your naked flesh.

You took a few steps forward, maintaining a respectable distance for propriety’s sake. With a smooth movement, you gently leant around him- his eyes never left yours as you placed your glass on the refreshment table beside his.

A gentle scent curled into your nose, blessing your senses with the subtle hints of sweet spices, oak and . . . a touch of gunpowder.

A heady, peculiar scent and it suited its wearer perfectly.

You slid your gloved hand into his, fingers slipping against his palm. The gossamer material caught on the rough skin of his palm and his lips upturned into a grin. “It would be my pleasure, Lord Djarin.” He grinned and you helped him by pointing to the card around your wrist and he made a soft ‘oh’ sound before taking hold of it and let go of your hand to grip the tiny pencil- thick fingers swallowing the dainty stationary and you smiled as he filled the Canon Galop Quadrille with his name in sharp, messy strokes.

“Shall we?” He let the card and pencil drop as his fingers snaked up your wrist slowly, feeling every dip and hollow before clasping your hand gently and leading you to the dance floor. “I must confess, I’m not accustomed to dancing all that much. I pray you forgive me if I fumble.”

You chuckled softly as you joined the other couples on the dancefloor and took your places. You smiled at Din who shuffled in place subtly, waves of anxiety pouring out of him, “I will not judge you, Lord Djarin. You have my most sincere promise and if you have any issues with the steps, I shall guide you. Do not worry.” He looked at you, your soothing tone calming the raging storm of distress inside him and he reciprocated with a smile of his own.

The music began to play as you curtseyed to the other couples and took your place in front of Din, your hand slipping into his and a strong muscular arm wrapped around your back, large hand splayed across the expanse of your skin and you suppressed another shudder at the addicting heat he emitted. With a gentle nod, the tempo in the set increased and you began to skip about the room with practiced ease.

You gently tilted in a different direction, silently alluding to the next movement and he carried you effortlessly through the throngs of couples, winding around the dancefloor perfectly.

Giggles erupted from your throat, this particular dance always brought out the child within you and Din smiled at the sound, finding that he wished to hear it more often. “I dare say, my Lord, that you move quite well for not being accustomed to this particular dance.”

“I’m rather accustomed to a life outdoors, perhaps it has aided me well.” Din murmured, tightening his hold against your back.

You twisted and twirled around the dancefloor, weaving around bodies and as you separated to complete the next act of the dance, your eyes never left his and the mysterious man seemed more than content to hold your gaze and then you were back in each other’s arms.

“Perhaps, we could discuss the matter of dancing etiquette further, at a more. . private venue?” You asked quietly, alluding for him to call on your home.

Before he could open his mouth to reply, a loud thump hit the ground and the music paused abruptly and you both stopped, all the guests' gazes swivelled to the ballroom doors as they were thrust open violently.

Gasps and shrieks rippled across the room as two armoured warriors marched forward, spears in hand and their features concealed by unusual helmets, stark colours streaked across the material in a wash of deep reds, browns, yellows and teals along with similarly handprints. A dark- completely opaque visor stretched across their helmets before spanning down, splintering the armour in half.

The curve of their coloured breastplates indicated their feminine physiques, pieces of vibrant painted plates clung to the thick, almost tribal clothing they wore beneath- sharp hues of red and brown adorned their bodies, hems tied tight with pieces of dark leather around their wrists and calves. Fur lined the capes around their shoulders as the thick material flowed to their booted feet, the leather scuffed and worn- creased from years of dedication and physical labor.

Yet your eyes remained trained on the pure silver spears they held at the sides, pointed ends lifted straight in the air as they slammed the butts of the weapons down against the polished floors in tandem.

A loud metallic ringing filled the ballroom and harsh bootfalls began to echo.

Din stiffened in your arms before gently extricating you from his hold, the both of you turning to face the open entrance.

You swallowed harshly as a hulking figure took the space of the doorway, silver armour gleamed in the lights above, clearly displaying the pure gold accents weaved through the chest plate and accompanying pieces- dark clothes thick and concealing any form of skin to be shown, brown gloves worn, flaxen tips stark against the deep colours.

Just like his guards, he was not unarmed. But unlike carrying a spear of his own- you did not miss the pure obsidian claymore sheathed around his back. The hilt was brilliant against the darkness of the blade- made up of what seemed to be the same material that adorned his body.

His helmet was simple- unlike the tribal colourings of his people, his was silver- notes of gold bled through the seams of the visor, framing it with its simplistic beauty and fur lined his shoulders, gold chain clinking against the silver metal and the crimson cape billowed behind him as he continued with his heavy gait.

“Is it him? Surely not!”

“I expected a fanfare- yet this is not what I had imagined.”

“Do they dress like this in Mandalore? Will I have to?!”

“Look at them, so primal!”

“Why do they carry weapons? So uncivilised.”

Whispers filled the hall as the foreign stranger stopped, his helmet scanning the room.

“The twenty-fourth monarch of our sovereign land,” The guards called, demanding silence from all in attendance, “The First of Clan Mudhorn and sole ruler of Manda’yaim. We present our king, the Manda’lor.” Their fists beat against their breastplates as they turned and faced their leader and bent their knee to the floor, heads bowed in respect. “This is the Way.”

The dark visor continued to survey the hall until it stopped-

-directly onto you.

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes caught your reflection staring back at you from across the room, you could no longer feel Din’s presence beside you. A quiet, rasping voice rang true from beneath the ornate silver helm, so familiar and yet completely unplaceable.

“This is the Way.”

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novelist-becca · 3 years

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Mama's here

Fandom: The Owl House

Rating: Teen

Relationships: Eda Clawthorne & Luz Noceda

Summary: Luz and Eda have a rough night after Lilith and Gwendolyn leave.

AO3

After Lilith and her mother left, things were…uneventful to say the least. Almost.

Eda was tired. Luz was tired. Everyone was tired. To put it simply, the events of that day were finally catching up.

True to her word, Eda flopped onto the couch immediately.

Luz had come back inside, noticed her, and approached cautiously. After...everything, the girl wasn’t sure if Eda wanted to talk. But Luz wanted to say something nonetheless. The guilt was practically gnawing at her chest. For the time being, she settled on sitting on the floor against the couch, next to Eda’s head.

“Eda?” Luz started. The witch turned her head to her in response, her eyes tired. It hurt all the more for Luz to look at her mentor like this. “I know you’re tired, but...can I say something?”

“Hm?” Eda hummed in response. Luz took this as a signal to continue.

“I’m sorry. About everything tonight.” Luz said.

“Kid, it's fine.”

“No, it's not. I shouldn't have gotten involved. I only wanted to help you, but- I think I made things worse by listening to your mom.” Luz explained. Eda was looking at her. That meant that she was at least listening. “I thought that if I helped her cure you, the rift between you and her would be mended.” Luz almost mentioned that it felt like fixing the rift between her and her own mother, but holds her tongue. This isn’t about her.

Eda sits up in her spot on the couch, facing Luz. “Luz, it’s- it’s okay.”

But Luz continued, needing to get this across to her mentor. “But I’m the one who set up the apple blood signs. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t have fallen into Gwen’s traps, which almost got you killed! I swear, I tried to stop her, Eda. I had no idea she would do all that stuff! Heck, I-I had an elixir ready for you- I was ready to bail! But...it was the last second. You turned into the beast again, and it’s my fault.” She finished with a sigh. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve trusted your judgement. You have every right to be mad at me.”

Eda glanced to the side, choosing her words carefully. It was clear that what happened weighed heavily on the kid, as would anything else. Luz, the selfless soul she was, was only trying to help her.

“Luz, I'm not mad. It’s okay. I get it.” The witch says, touching Luz’s shoulder. “You had no idea my mom would hide the elixirs. You didn’t know she would get that extreme. If anything, I should’ve told you more about her sooner. I could already tell her ‘cures’ were bullshit anyway after a few years. It’s not on you.”

Luz looked at her with unsure eyes. “But I still played a part in what happened. You turned into the owl beast because I was too desperate to know a way back to the human realm. And...now I know that Gwen fell for a stupid scam because she was desperate to help her daughter.” Memories come back to Luz of people in the human world just like Gwen, except they were less willing to change when presented with facts.

Eda squeezed the girl’s shoulder, smiling softly. “Hey. Did you forget what happened tonight? Mom finally got it into her head that I don’t want a cure. She’s willing to give the elixirs a chance, and-” The witch’s smile faltered and she looked down as she remembered. “She’s going to make things right with Lily. I-I know it.”

Seeing the sadness in Eda’s eyes, Luz takes her mentor’s hand in her own. “I’m sorry about Lilith too, Eda. I can’t imagine how much it hurt for her to leave. She’s your sister, and she was only here for a few weeks.” Luz knows Eda and her sister were close, and despite everything that happened between them all, Luz has to admit she is starting to miss her too.

“And now she’s gone.” Added Eda, who squeezed the girl’s hand.

“Don't worry, I'm sure she misses you too. And King and I are still here for you, Eda.” Luz reminds her. “Remember?”

Eda smiles again. Why did the kid have to be so good? “I know, kid.” she wants to make sure to remember that and also return the favor moving forward. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being so sweet.” Eda says fondly with a yawn. She places a hand on Luz’s head, stroking her hair gently. “Honestly, what did I do to deserve you...?”

A light blush spread over Luz’s cheeks as she leaned into the touch. “Dunno, just got lucky I guess…”

About a minute passed before Luz was close to dozing off on her mentor’s lap. Seeing this, Eda finally decided it was time to settle in for the night. Titan knows both of them need it.

“Well-” Eda clicked her tongue, gently shaking the kid’s shoulder. “I think it’s time we both get to bed, dontcha think?”

Luz slowly stood up from her spot on the floor, rubbing her eyes. “You’re right…” she yawned.

Eda stood up as well, stretching out her back. Remind me to not fall asleep sitting up again.

“Sooo, if you need me, Luz, I’ll be in my nest-”

Suddenly, Luz had grabbed Eda’s arm. “A-Actually, umm…” The girl tried to choose the right words, because she didn’t know if she could sleep alone tonight, not after today. She couldn’t shake the feeling.

“Can...may I sleep with you in the nest tonight? I don’t wanna be alone.” Luz asks sheepishly, closing her eyes, not wanting to see Eda’s reaction. To her surprise, Eda has a small smile on her face.

“‘Course you can, kiddo.” Eda says, patting the kid’s shoulder in reassurance. She almost asks why, but a part of her feels that she already knows the answer, and that the kid would rather not say. Besides, the witch could use some company other than King tonight.

The girl sighs in relief, her body relaxing. “Thanks Eda.”

“Aight then, you go change, and uh, I’ll be up in my room.”

And if Eda noticed how Luz held her hand as they both went upstairs, she didn’t say.

By the time Luz had changed in her room, Eda was already lying down in her nest, still in her dress since she was too tired to get into her own pajamas. She was on the verge of falling asleep, until Luz had appeared in the doorway in her pajamas holding a large pillow and her sleeping bag. She looked unsure of herself until Eda sat up and nodded her head, gesturing for Luz to come in.

The kid eagerly walked over to the nest, already trying to scramble inside, albeit very clumsily. Eda snorted at the adorableness of it all, but reached out.

“Hey hey, slow down there, kid. Let me help you with that.” Eda tried, keeping her voice soft so she doesn't wake King.

Luz shook her head. “Nooo, I'm fine. I can do it. The walls of the nest aren't that high…” Her words were slurred. She obviously was already getting tired, the grip on her stuff weakening. But the witch wouldn't give up.

“Luz, really. You're tired and you're carrying a huge pillow plus a sleeping bag. You could easily trip.” Eda insisted, reaching a hand out. “And trust me, you don't wanna pass out on the floor.”

“I'm fiiiine.” Luz yawned.

The witch rolled her eyes at the stubbornness and took the pillow, placing it in the nest along with the sleeping bag, surprising Luz, but she didn't protest.

Said human girl was about to climb in when two bony hands grabbed her arms and yanked her up and inside with a surprised ‘oh!’

“C’mon kiddo, get in here.” Eda said, releasing her and allowing the kid to get comfortable while adjusting her position herself. Now they were both laying on their sides, facing each other.

“Hey…” Luz yawned again.

“Hey.” Eda whispered tiredly. Next to her, Luz was all tucked inside her sleeping bag, one hand hesitantly sticking out, as if reaching out to her. Eda didn’t know why, but she stuck her hand out, close enough to Luz’s.

The events of the day were, to say the least, exhausting. From Gwendolyn visiting, to the old woman making things worse, to Lilith getting more and more stressed by her presence leading to the curse affecting her, to both sisters transforming, to Lilith leaving after weeks of living there.

But as usual, it all worked out okay in the end.

“Well...sleep well, Eda.” Luz murmured, and within a minute, she was asleep.

“You too, kiddo.”

“AH!”

Eda bolted up in her nest, shaking and breathing heavily. She looked around frantically, making sure she was truly safe.

So it was one of those nights tonight.

Eda had that dream again. The one where things had gone...differently during the bridge duel. The witch suppressed a sob and hid her face in her hands as the horrible images replayed in her head.

Luz was thrown over the side of the bridge, like usual, except...Eda couldn’t catch her. Luz had, to her mentor’s horror, been impaled by the spikes, screaming out in pain as she bled out while Eda was helpless to watch the poor girl die while she herself had succumbed to the curse.

There was nothing she could do.

The witch took some deep breaths, trying to remind herself that it wasn’t real, that her kid - Luz was fine, she was safe, they were all safe and -

Next to her, Eda heard the sounds of rustling of fabric and soft crying. It was Luz. And she was tangled up inside her sleeping bag, tossing and turning. Her face was scrunched up in discomfort, and she seemed to be fighting something only she could see.

“Luz?” Eda called out softly, taking Luz’s shoulder and shaking it. The writhing girl had tears coming down her cheeks, and started kicking out. “Luz?!” she said, alarm creeping into her voice. “Hey, wake u-”

Suddenly, Luz stirred awake, eyes wide with fear. She tried to sit up, but was trapped by her zipped up sleep cocoon, making her begin to panic and breathe heavily. The girl didn’t know what was going on, but whatever was binding her down, she wanted out.

The sight of it made Eda’s heart crack. So she quickly unzipped the damn thing, freeing the panicking kid. She helped Luz into a comfortable sitting position, curling an arm around her shaking body.

“Luz, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. You're safe. I’m here,” Eda says, pulling Luz close as the girl snuggled closer in return, burying her face in her chest. “Easy there.”

“I-” Luz choked out as she clung tight to the back of the witch’s dress. “I-I can’t- Mamí -”

Eda held her tighter and tried to ignore the feeling that came with what Luz just said. “Shh, shhh, mama’s here, you’re safe, kid,” She repeated, combing a hand through the girl’s hair over and over. “Jus-just breathe, okay? I got you.” She could feel her own throat tightening, and the tears began to form at the corner of her eyes. Whether she was comforting herself or Luz, she didn’t know. Luz needed her.

“I got you…”

As Eda cradled and rocked Luz in her arms, she felt the way her human shook with sobs, and it broke her heart. She knew what it was like to wake up scared and alone, and she;ll be damned if her kid went through the same. All she could do was hold Luz close and tight like her own child and try to help her.

At the same time, Eda was just glad Luz was alive. She wouldn’t forgive herself if anything had happened to her. The child -- her child at this point --, although scared and crying, was enough to reassure her that she was safe. That they were both safe.

Shit, kid, I wish I knew how to make this all go away.

“Eda…?” A small, scratchy voice squeaked.

Eda looks down at the girl, pulling away only a little bit, keeping her arms wrapped protectively around her. “Hey, kiddo.” she says softly. Luz looks back up at her with tired, glossy eyes. “You okay?” She asks, even though it is a stupid question. Of course she isn’t okay.

“Mmh.” Luz responds. “I don’t know…”

“That’s okay,” Eda says, adjusting Luz so that her head is resting on the witch’s shoulder.

A small smile forms on Luz’s face. “You’re alive.”

Eda nods. “That’s right.” So are you.

“I’m glad…” Luz murmurs. Then her eyes widen. “The dream - it was the bridge again, I-I was on the…a-and you were…” She squeezes her eyes shut and burrows close to the witch, going in for another hug. “I’m sorry.”

Eda’s breath hitches and she returns the embrace easily, because for Titan's sake, she needs one too.

“Oh, Luz, it’s okay…” Eda rests her cheek on top of Luz’s head, holding her tight once more as she tries to hold back tears. “I'm here.”

“I know it’s just a dream, but I was so scared. It could've been real.”

“I know, but it's over. We’re all okay, thanks to you.” Eda reassures, continuing to stroke her hair.

“Thank you…” Luz clings tighter. “'m sorry for waking you up.”

Eda pulls back to look her in the eyes. “Don't apologize, Luz. In fact…I had the same nightmare.”

“Really?” Luz gasps softly.

Eda nods. “Mm-hm. When I woke up, I really thought you were…” she stops there, not needing to elaborate further. “But I know you're still alive and well.”

Because I really don't know what I’d do if I lost you.

The witch cups Luz’s cheek, and Luz leans into the touch.

“I don't know what I'd do if I lost you.” Luz says, resting her head on the witch’s chest.

“You won't, you won't. I’m not going anywhere.” Eda promises.

After a while, Eda looked down to see Luz starting to drift off.

“You ready to try to go back to sleep, kiddo?” She asks. But Luz opens her eyes and shakes her head.

“I dunno, Eda…”

Eda grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Luz, draping the top part over her head. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right here, and I won’t let ‘em get to you. Okay?”

As Luz was laid down in the nest, a warm feeling sprouted in her chest. The way Eda’s been treating her lately has been soft, kind, and… god, Eda was just being so good to her.

And it reminded her of her mother.

She didn’t know how to feel about that. But it was nice.

“You’re a lot like her, Eda.” Luz says to the witch.

“Who?”

“My mom. You take care of me...”

Eda looks away at that, not sure of what to say. She still wasn’t used to the idea of being a mother, especially after the fiasco that was her own mom’s visit, and yet taking care of Luz and King came naturally to her. She won’t admit it, but she likes the warm, fuzzy feeling it gives her.

“Well, I’m glad I get to take care of you,” She says simply. And it’s true.

Eda settles down next to Luz. “Now, let’s get some shut-eye, yeah?” She says, kissing Luz’s forehead.

Luz snuggles closer to Eda tucking her head under her chin, letting the older witch wrap an arm around her swaddled body.

“Good night, mamá…” Luz mutters.

The last thing she remembers before drifting off was a warm feeling of safety.

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littlemisspascal · 3 years

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Ezra’s Journal Entries #1-3

Fandom: Prospect / Pedro Pascal

Pairing: Ezra x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,269

Summary: You and I were made from the same star, you said with such conviction it stole the breath from my lungs, bound to each other for eternity by the Currents of the universe.

Warnings: angsty fluff, Ezra’s dealing with the aftermath of the Green, language, 1st person POV (Ezra), dialogue in italics because that’s just how I chose to do it, no beta so all mistakes are mine

Author Note: I know I said Death and Angel would come out next, but I got such a inspiration high and the words came out so quickly I just told myself screw it and decided to share what I have. If anyone thinks this is a series worth pursuing, let me know. If you don’t, well, just be gentle please 💖

Cross-posted on AO3

Entries #4-6

Look for additional notes at the bottom.

My name is Ezra.

I have my mama to thank for that. Time has erased her face from my memory, but her voice is ingrained into the tissue of my brain the same way these words are inked on this parchment. She was a bonafide believer that the meaning of a child’s name influenced the course of their destiny. When I was no taller than the height of her waist I learned my own name’s denotation: help.

It’s just a tick too ironic, isn’t it? To be destined to help others when I can’t help my own self. I gave the Green far too little credit. It didn’t just pilfer my arm to satisfy its ravenousness, it greedily stole my sense of purpose too.

Every night I thank the deities you didn’t accompany me there. If the Green had taken you...

I know how worried you are about me, little love of mine. When I look at you, I find you already looking back, a sweet smile gracing your lips even as concern burns in your eyes as an eternal flame. From day one you’ve always been looking at me, seeing every disgraced flaw and scar—even the invisible ones carved into the darkest edges of my soul. Kevva knows I’ve never been capable of concealing anything from you, but fuck if I don’t wish I could sometimes.

You’re asleep now as I write this, tucked against my side in the vacant space my arm once occupied, drooling on my shirt. I love you so much it hurts. A black hole in my chest perpetually aching to be filled by your presence. And as we venture once more into the starry sea, our ship gliding past the imaginary wings of Noctua, I find myself recalling a theory you once told me many cycles ago about humans being made in the womb with stardust infused in their bones, linking them to the universe. You and I were made from the same star, you said with such conviction it stole the breath from my lungs, bound to each other for eternity by the Currents of the universe.

And it’s undoubtedly selfish, but all I could think of in that tender moment beyond kissing you was how I didn’t want an eternity spent together with our cosmic bodies intertwined.

I want longer.

Soon after we awoke and each consumed a slice of bush bread bought during our recent docking at Kamrea, you fiddled with the channels on the ship’s radio, hoping to hear news from your homeworld but cursing when you only heard static. Then, without an ounce of forewarning, music burst out with an almighty scream through the speakers at full volume, flooding the whole compartment with a woman’s warbling. It was the same crusted Vayok song that merc Inumon blared in my ears during my last night on the Green, every note an individual needle piercing my skull, impossible to ignore.

Reality deserted me, leaving me to sink to the depths of the abyss within my mind where all I could see was Cee’s pale, disturbed expression as she looked to me for guidance. I remembered how my tongue felt clumsy in my mouth as I tried my damnedest to negotiate our transport, thinking if I could just piece together the right sequence of words, if I could just get their lingering eyes off of her, then maybe, maybe we’d have a chance at salvation.

The memories coalesced, overlapping and blurring and mixing out of order. Each one was drenched in spilt blood.

Then your pinky wrapped around mine. The touch was soft yet firm, the action childlike in its innocence. It was such a jarring contradiction to my mind’s violent narrative, my consciousness was hurtled back into the living quarters of our ship as a result. You didn’t say anything when you saw I returned to you. Instead, you swallowed down the questions lodged in your throat and led me by our entwined fingers back to our bed.

There’s a plant back home called a dandelion, you told me with my head resting in your lap, a far better comfort than any pillow could provide me. It’s the only plant in the galaxy you can see the sun, the moon and the stars when you look at it. That’s not why it’s my favorite though.

I asked how it had won your heart’s favor if not due to its resemblance to the celestial bodies, then immediately found myself mesmerized by the smile that lit up your face as you peered down at me. My chest cavity tightened as I was filled with the profound longing to be able to suspend time, if only so I could stretch this moment to match the length of our separation, if only so I could erase the old and replace it with the beautiful new.

Dandelions grant wishes, babe. Anything you wish for with your whole heart, it will be yours to have.

I told you I wouldn’t wish for anything—nothing else in the galaxy could compare to the prettiest, wisest soul I’d ever encountered in all my years traversing it. You saw right through that lie with the same confident ease you see through all my masks and diversions, but—for the second time in the span of an hour—you held your tongue.

This journal’s as good a place as any to admit the honest truth. So here it is: I wish with the entirety of my bloody, beating heart I could be the man you deserve, little love of mine.

When you read, whether it be a book or the flight manual, you have the precious habit of mouthing the words. I don’t think you have the faintest notion you’re even doing it, which makes it all the more endearing to watch.

My brother had a similar habit, always nose deep in the yellowing pages of classic literature, except he had a proclivity to spoil the plot when he talked in his sleep. I remember there was one particular novel he returned to often, sometimes reading from beginning to end, other times seeking out specific segments he’d underlined in bold, black pen. It was a rather dreary tale about war and rivalry and the process of determining one’s own identity. I became so exasperated with my brother’s obsession I considered shredding it on more than one occasion, only to immediately hate myself for entertaining the thought.

It was only after his death—twelve whole cycles, in fact—that I summoned up the will to open the front cover. Seeing his name scribbled in the corner, cursive and neat and so utterly him, nearly had me tearing the book in half, overcome with a vicious rage I had never known prior nor have I encountered since. But by the almighty grace of Kevva I reigned it in, chaining it to the agony and fear imprisoned within the confines of my rib cage, and turned the page.

There was one segment underlined not once, but three times, nearly bleeding ink onto the page behind it. When I close my eyes, the words are tattooed on the backs of my eyelids, as haunting as they are comforting.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

The author lived and died centuries before my brother’s inception, that is an inarguable fact.

But I know those words were written for him all the same.

Notes:

There is an actual theory humans are made of stardust ✨

The Sater within Prospect mention the Currents as being responsible for bringing Ezra and Cee to them, so I imagine them as similar to the Fates/Moirai in Greek mythology.

Noctua is a real life, extinct constellation that is Latin for owl. I thought within this Prospect universe it could exist as a type of landmark or coordinate. Plus I love owls 🦉

Crusted is a term from Prospect Ezra uses. Equivalent of damn. I think there’s something funny about how they use creamy as a positive adjective and crusted as negative.

Vayok is the alien language Inumon speaks within the movie, so I decided to write the song she blares as being sung in the same language

Bush bread is referenced in a deleted scene by Ezra, but a google search revealed to me it’s also a real life type of bread too

In the same deleted scene Ezra references that he has a brother. I haven’t decided his name yet/if he will have one

The book and quote Ezra refers to in #3 is John Knowles’ A Separate Peace. One of the few required reading books I liked back in high school.

The quote about dandelions being the sun, moon and stars is based on the legend of how dandelions came into existence. I always thought it was beautiful.

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sweeethinny · 4 years

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FIC COLLECTION

First of all, I'd like to say that here are all my fics - at least the ones that I tagged correctly and managed to find - and since there are many, I had to put them all bellow the cut, I hope it gets better this way :)

The fanfics with ** in front, are fanfics that I wrote recently

HP HEADCANON

HAPPY HOUR - HBP MISSING MOMENTS: One of Hinny's happy hours during HBP (T)

THE LAST MOMENT: What happened the day before Harry left - for the last time - with Dumbledore (M)

CHRISTMAS MAGIC: It's Hinny's first Christmas after the Battle, and they find a different way to celebrate (M) AO3

WHERE’S HARRY AND GINNY? : Harry and Ginny have spent some time away, so when they finally have time alone, they enjoy it until the last moment. (M) AO3

**LAST NAME: ‘I will be Mrs. Potter finally. You will no longer be the only Potter in the world. How do you feel about that? Ready to share your last name?’ (T) AO3

LAZY DAY: It's just a lazy day at the Potter house (G)

**PETITE: 'I read in a gossip newspaper that said that you are too big for me.’ (G)

THROUGH OTHER EYES: We see them... but through other eye (T)

COMFORT: Harry was never hugged or comforted after a nightmare, so when one of the children asks for it, he doesn't quite know what to do. (G)

GREEN EYES: Ginny always wondered what was behind those green eyes. (G)

SUCCUMBING: Harry can't get his beautiful and creative wife out of his mind. (M)

THE FIRST TIME OF THREE: How Harry found out he was going to be a dad. for the first time (G) THE SECOND TIME OF THREE: How Harry found out he would be a father a second time (G) THE THIRD TIME OF THREE: How Harry found out he would be a father a third time (G) AO3

TELLING THE NEWS: Harry knows that now more than anything, he cannot die, not when he will become a father, and for that, he needs to tell Ron the news (G)

GIN-GIN IS THE BEST: Gin-Gin is the best godmother Teddy could have (T)

THE FIRST POTTER: The first - of three - Potter babies to be born! (T)

**SKIN: Harry wanted to be able to show Ginny, through his eyes, how beautiful she is, and how all this insecurity with her body after giving birth to James is not necessary. Since he cannot do this, he tries in other ways. (T) AO3

**FEAR: 'Doesn’t it bother you?’ Ginny looked at him. 'Doesn’t it bother you to think that… that the world is so big and everything is so much bigger than James? That we are like two giants to him? Our garden must seem infinite through his eyes.’ (G)

JAMES AND HIS 15TH MONTH BIRTHDAY: Ginny is distraught when she realizes that her son will be 15 months old. The same age when Harry became an orphan (T)

THERE’S STILL A LOT OF SPACE: James Sirius is growing up, and Ginny wonders if there is still room for her, in his heart (G) (FLUFFFFF)

JAMES’S SICK: James is sick, and this is disturbing Harry's peace (G)

**GOLDEN DRESS: 'I feel like today is going to be different,’ Ginny promised, holding Harry’s hand and making him look at her. ‘And maybe we can do everything you wanted to do when you saw me in the gold dress for the first time?’ (T)

DEVIL IN DISGUISE: Ginny talks like an angel, walks like an angel, and acts like an angel. But Harry knows that she is the Devil in Disguise (T)

HARRY'S PROMOTION: “You know that if I’m getting this promotion, it’s thanks to you, don’t you?” (T)

**DISNEY: Draco and Astoria go to Disneyland, and Draco proves to be a man who doesn't like roller coasters (G) AO3

**THE COUPLE OF THE YEAR: The two were arm in arm, walking in silence like two kings, without even seeming to notice that everyone stopped to watch them pass (G)

HAPPY B-DAY GINNY POTTER: On Ginny's 39th birthday, she couldn't be happier to be alive. (G)

HARRY’S PENSIEVE: James S. travels through his father's saddest memories (T) (TRIGGERS FOR: DEPRESSION, DEATH, BLOOD, SELF-MUTILATION)

HARRY IT’S SUCH A GOOD FATHER: Harry can’t say no to his children, especially when they are bored (G)

MOM’S ADVICE: James has questions to ask, and who better than his mother to help him? (G) (cofcof my favorite by far cofcof)

BECAUSE IT’S THE GODFATHER’S JOB: Ron has a mission as a godfather, and he couldn't leave his godson helpless (T) PART II

I MUST NOT TELL LIES: Just a normal Potter day, when Lily Luna asked about Harry’s scar (G)

THE WORST / BEST BIRTHDAY: Some things have changed since he was 12 and lived with the Dursleys. Harry now has a family, and birthdays are not so lonely anymore (G) AO3

**INTIMATE PROBLEMS: ‘Harry.’ Teddy cried when Harry opened the door to their room, still wearing his pajamas and looking sleepy. If it weren’t for the look of panic, he would have thought the boy was sleeping on his feet. ‘My balls hurt.’ (T)

TEDDY IS DISCOVERED: Bill can be an understanding and calm guy ... but that doesn’t include when his daughter is with someone hiding in the room (ted x victorie) (T)

HARRY IS THE BEST FATHER: Moments in the life of James and Harry, where Harry proved to be the best father (T)

STILL INTO YOU: Some things just make sense, and even after all this time I'm into you... Baby not a day goes by that I'm not into you (M)

ADVICES: James Sirius makes an urgent call with his father; he needs loving advice. (G) AO3

**MISTLETOE: How could he find his best friend beautiful? How was he capable of that? (G) (James Sirius x OC)

**I’M SORRY: Mira was one of those fall that was worth it. (G) (James Sirius x OC)

**NO, I DON'T WANNA FALL IN LOVE: James Sirius faces his first broken heart (T) (James Sirius x OC)

**BAD NEWS: 'What happened?’ James asked.'The worst.’ Teddy said. ‘Vic is pregnant’ (T)

**KISSES: It felt so good to kiss him. Mira had already kissed other boys, and girls, but there was something about James that made him much better than everyone else (T) (James Sirius x OC)

JAMES IS DATING part 1 | 2: “James is dating.” Harry said, no longer holding on to the secret, remembering non-stop the scene of his son kissing the blonde warmly, in the back of their house. (T) AO3

I’M SORRY (Drastoria with a bit of Potters): Draco would do anything to see his son happy, even to apologize to ... someone. (G) (PART II)

GRADES: They are not at home when the bird arrives with James’ OWL grades.orJames Sirius is concerned about his future and the parents’ reaction to his idea (G) AO3

A PROTECTIVE FATHER: Harry is a concerned father, and when James decides to go to a party, he begins to doubt that that is the best option. (T)

ALBUS CAME OUT - PART I: Albus has something to say to James. Or, the one where Albus comes out gay to his brother and they have a conversation about it (T)

**BROTHERS: Albus and James' relationship over the years (T)

PLEEEASE?: Lily Luna just wants to be with his older brother and his 'cool' friends. Who could judge her? (G)

**INSECURITIES AND LONELINESS: Lily faces problems on her first year, problems that Ginny knows very well and knows that she will need to talk about - almost - everything about her own first year. Things are almost never easy in the beginning.(T) AO3

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HP AU

**JUST FRIENDS: 'Have you never been curious to know if you kiss well? Or if kissing a boy is different from kissing a girl?’ (T) (James x Sirius) AO3

EVEN AFTER THE END: They were alive. Right here, with Harry. Even after the end. (T)

IT’S CHRISTMAS!: It's Christmas and Harry can finally win the special gift that James kept so dearly (G)

**MUM: ‘Place your hand in mine,’ Lily said softly, ‘please hold my hand.’ (T) AO3

SIRIUS IS IN LOVE: "Do you always look at others like that?" (G)

NOBODY BUT YOU: For Sirius, at that moment, nothing the world exists but Hestia (M)

ALL ABOUT LOVE (SIRIUS X HESTIA): Sirius is this guy that everyone thinks kisses everyone, when in fact he is much more reserved and is afraid to connect with people. But then, when he starts going out with Hestia, he feels the happiest guy for the first time in ages (T)

DRUNK IN LOVE: ‘’I’m going to declare myself to her!’’ “You are drunk!” “Is there a better time than now?’’ (Jily + Sirius x Hestia) (T)

**ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS: 'I was the one who told him to be the secret keeper.’ Sirius sighed, his eyes watering, hugging her back and this time he hid his face in her chest. 'If they had died… Because of me.’ (Hestia x Sirius) (M)

BETTER THAN FIREWHISKY: What if Harry had realized that he loved Ginny in book five? (T)

FINALLY ALONE: ’You’re a big mama’s boy, aren’t you?“ She laughed. ‘’Lily taught you the rules well, thankfully you have me and I’m more than willing to distort you.’ (T)

TRICK OR TREAT, SWEETIE? : Halloween Special - Hinny faces a very unusual - and scary - situation on the night of the 31st (T)

WE WERE LISTENING TO THE WEEKND AND I HAD TO ASK YOU TO MARRY ME: There are things that need to be said at that moment (T)

**THE NUTCRACKER: All Harry wanted to do was take his daughter to watch The Nutcracker, but he didn't expect one of the dancers to mess with him so much. (T) AO3

**BOSS’S SON: Ginny is an auror in training, with few hours of fun in her schedule, but when one night she decides to go to a guy’s house and enjoy her youth, she is surprised by the discovery that she had sex with her boss’s son (T) AO3

**HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILY!: Happy birthday to the woman who deserves all the happiness in the world. And for that, here’s an au where Jily lives, and Lily can celebrate her 61st birthday with her grandchildren and the whole family (G) (FLUUUUUF)

** HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRONGS!: ‘Now who’s the old here?’ ‘It’s still you, Lils, you’re older than me… I’m like wine, every year better.’ Happy birthday my boy! (G)

REPUTATION: Harry and Ginny don't have the best reputations, which is exactly why the two get along so well. (M)

AO3 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

YOU’RE THE RIGHT ONE: James discovers that some friendships can be something more. He just doesn't know how to handle it all. (next gen hp) (M) AO3 | 1 | 2 |

A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODY: Harry would let her end her life without even complaining (T)

EASY: “Easy” by Camilla Cabelo (T) PART II (T)

THE ONE: Because when Harry realizes that Ginny is The One, he needs to do something about it. Even if it is risky, because his godfather always alerts him; “What is a life without a little risk?” (T) 1 | 2

THE DUKE: Some time ago a prophecy was made, one that said about two powerful and strong souls who would be able to defeat even the strongest of wizards, bringing peace that the Wizarding World has not seen for centuries. But for that to happen, they would have to be entwined through marriage. Everything was going well, the children were born healthy and were promised to each other, until one of them was kidnapped. (M) AO3 | FF.NET. | SIYE | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | **8

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JILYTOBER

JILYTOBER: Trapped in a broom closet (T)

JILYTOBER: Lily denying she fancies James (T)

JILYTOBER: Jily first kiss (T) (part two of the prompt where Lily denying she likes James)

JILYTOBER: At a Quidditch Match (G)

JILYTOBER: [text] [2AM] “I’m here. Come outside” (M for just a small detail that no longer has T)

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PROMPT

PROMPT JILY: With your fantastic ability to get into trouble, it doesn’t shock me to find you here (T)

PROMPT JILY: This is a shitty idea, do you want my help? (G)

PROMPT JILY: I want more than all of this, I want longer than forever with you. I just wanna love you. And take you on dates. And fuck you. And hug you (T)

PROMPT JILY: Simply Jily Muggle, and big declarations of love - and a runaway bride (G)

PROMPT JILY: Banana pancakes by jack johnson (G)

PROMPT JILY: Just… just talk to me. Please (T)

PROMPT ROMIONE: Sleep, I promise tomorrow will be better (G)

PROMPT SIRIUS x HESTIA: Hestia realizes there’s more to Sirius than just a bad boy image (T)

PROMPT SIRIUS X HESTIA: Sirius/ Hestia as a couple in hogwarts (T)

PROMPT SIRIUS x HESTIA: Sirius and Hestia during the years at Hogwarts (T)

**PROMPT SIRIUS X HESTA: Closing his eyes and hiding under the cover like a child, Sirius allowed himself to be miserable. It was horrible to like someone, he thought, he would rather die than have to feel it again. (T)

PROMPT HINNY: I actually wanted to get your number…(G)

PROMPT HINNY: Do you always stare at others like that? (T)

PROMPT HINNY: A new caffe has been opened near his house and Harry is besotted with the red headed barista (T)

PROMPT HINNY: Ginny thinks they’re doing a great job keeping their house plants alive but actually, Harry has secretly replaced them with identical-looking fake plants so Ginny can’t kill them (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Kissing in a vehicle for lust (T) (with mild mentions of sex)

PROMPT HINNY: This is definitely not my most attractive moment, but I promise I really am fit (M)

PROMPT HINNY: (plus Romione) Let me explain. I was bored and you left me alone. (G)

PROMPT HINNY: What Ginny would smell in her Amortentia. (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Ootp Sirius accidentally stumbles upon Harry and Ginny talking and accidentally thinking that it’s Lily and James (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Harry and Ginny come into the common room after quidditch practice and Ginny’s trying to make a bet with Harry that she can do a certain trick/trickshot in their next quidditch match (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Lily, James and Sirius react to hinny first kiss in the after life (G)

PROMPT HINNY/JILY: Hinny in an au where Jily and Sirius are alive (T)

PROMPT HINNY: Cho being jealous of Hinny in 6th year (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Ginny being jealous of Cho in 6th year (G)

PROMPT HINNY: How far did Harry and Ginny go in Half Blood prince? (M)

PROMPT HINNY: Harry and Ginny talk about their relationship after the Battle of Hogwarts (M)

PROMPT HINNY: Harry watching Ginny’s first league match (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Kissing in the rain after a declaration of love (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Jily were alive and James finding out that his daughter in law got a contract to be a professional quidditch player (T)

PROMPT HINNY: Please don’t die … If you die, I swear I will hunt you down in hell and bring you back (M) (For reasons of having description of blood and injuries)

PROMPT HINNY: Ginny was a woman who kept her cool, at least most of the time, but sometimes her Weasley blood boiled like a bubbling cauldron, and when that happened, she felt out of control and took the least rational attitude of all time. And that was how Petunia was attacked by a Bat-Bogey Hex as soon as she opened the door to the house. (G)

PROMPT HINNY: If you’ll excuse me, I’ll get my drink and leave you alone in your bad mood. I’m sure you’ll find someone better than me / you have 5 seconds to get off me (T)

PROMPT HINNY: Hinny kissing in a bar because they missing each other (T)

PROMPT HINNY: Harry winning Witch Weekly’s sexiest wizard alive (T)

PROMPT HINNY: The first time Harry is called dad (G) (fluffffffff)

PROMPT HINNY: Hinny taking 6 years old teddy to a Disneyland (G) (highly fluff)

PROMPT HINNY: Hinny and Teddy wearing matching costumes on Halloween (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Ginny's last days pregnant (G)

**PROMPT HINNY: Ron watches Harry and Ginny being new parents (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Harry and Ginny enroll their kids into a muggle Primary school the kids have a science fair, Harry helps them with it, Ginny and Arthur just being embarrassing muggle fanatics (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Have you ever died? I did a few times, it was actually quiet painful but you know what they say, no pain, no gain. (G)

**PROMPT HINNY: He and Harry had a fight last week... James said he didn’t like him anymore.’’ Ginny looked at her mother, looking a little sadder now. ‘’Harry cried.’ (G)

PROMPT HINNY: You’re safe now. I’m with you (T)

PROMPT HINNY: Hinny dropping off James Sirius for his first year at Hogwarts (G)

PROMPT HINNY: The boys and their dad vs Ginny and little Luna over having a sleepover with her guy friends (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? (T)

PROMPT HINNY: Dudley reviewing Harry - now, with his own family - for the first time in a few years (G) PART II

PROMPT HINNY: Blaise's son and Lily Luna start to date, and the Potter family doesn't handle the news very well (G)

PROMPT DRASTORIA: Death bed (coffee for your head) by Powfu for Drastoria (T)

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warriorsbutnotreally · 3 years

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From The Ashes AU - Sparkstar's Nine Lives Ceremony - Writing Drabble

I've been stuck on this AU a lot so I decided to share some of my writings. For those new I wrote down the plot on how it started and then wrote allegiances

this is from the nine lives ceremony I mentioned in the former for Sparkstar, who now leads a Clan she named in honor of her grandfather's memory.

The air was still that night, two shapes walking along the tree-line with their bodies low and ears pinned down, fearing confrontation. The ground on this warm night felt like ice under Sparkpelt's paws as every little scuttling mouse or curious owl's call made her worry that she and Leafpool were going to get caught.

It had been some time since they had left ThunderClan and being back did not bring any comfort to the bright ginger she-cat.

Mom would've died for this place.. She did die for this place.. Her heart twisted as a sickening wave of grief had her pause for a brief moment as she looked up at the glittering sea of stars above her head. Which one of those are you, Squirrelflight?

She kept moving, glancing up every now and then to find the three brightest stars. One for her mother, one for her late mate Larksong, and one for her son who never got to grow up, Flickerkit.

"We're getting close," Leafpool hushed mew snapped Sparkpelt out of her thoughts as she glanced at the medicine cat. A medicine cat for a Clan that didn't even have a name yet. The thought was almost amusing. "Stick close. We can still be found by a patrol."

She bit her tongue as a smart remark almost left her maw. She was going to ask if her father, Bramblestar, would really drag them back to ThunderClan from the Moonpool, but seeing as Ivypool and Fernsong literally had to fight their way out to leave, she wouldn't be surprised.

The ice that tugged her paws down, trying to stick her in place, grew heavier as she caught a glimpse at the Moonpool for the first time in her life. The way the stars danced in the clear water made it look like the pool itself sparkled with the pelts of StarClan cats.

With a small motion of her head, Leafpool invited Sparkpelt to lap at the water, the brown tabby even taking the first drink to prove it was safe. Leaning down and lapping at the water, it felt so cool and fresh that her body relaxed, causing the molly to realize that her body had been tense with fear.

With a small blink, she found herself surrounded by a forest of shimmering trees, a breeze pulling at her fur unlike the stiffness of the forest she had experienced on her way here.

Before she could continue to register the awe-inspiring sight around her, she was greeted by a dark ginger shape rushing over and the feeling of rough, but loving licks to her head. A deep purr rumbled in her throat as she took in the familiar warm feeling and the achingly painful scent of her mother.

"Squirrelflight," Her voice cracked as she realized just how much she had missed her. The bittersweet feeling rose from her chest and to her throat, blocking her words as she struggled to speak. "I-"

"I'm happy to see you, too," The small she-cat, nuzzling her with such warmth. It felt like lifetimes ago that she was expecting kits and Squirrelflight had been right there beside her, comforting her and assuring her that she was going to be okay, even while the older molly had been fighting with Bramblestar. "How I wish I could be there for you and your kits and-"

She glanced at Leafpool, who stood there with a saddened smile.

"You did so much for us already," The brown tabby molly said, reaching one of her white paws out and resting it on Squirrelflight's. "You've done so much for me already. You deserve the rest."

Sparkpelt watched as a wordless conversation followed, their expressions changing ever so slightly as the only noise was the faintness of their breaths. After a long moment, Leafpool stepped back, dipping her head and glancing towards the bright ginger she-cat.

It's my turn to talk. She realized quickly, looking back at her mother.

"What you did for us - for ThunderClan and the Sisters - no one will ever forget," Sparkpelt promised. She refused to let herself forget that sacrifice made to save kits that wasn't even hers or her Clan's. "And I know it's a lot more to ask, but there's something we need - or at least need to know. You see, after you.. After you were gone, Leafpool and I left, followed by-"

"I know."

Sparkpelt blinked at the interruption.

She knows?

"I've been watching every moment," She assured, nudging her daughter's shoulder with her nose. "I know how you and Stormcloud have been working hard to make a safe and caring home for you and the other ThunderClan refugees. I know that Bramblestar is fighting tooth and claw to bring everyone back home because he's become blind with grief and rage."

She blinked more slowly this time, her green eyes shining even brighter than usual for a brief moment.

"And I know you're here for your nine lives."

Shock rippled through Sparkpelt.

"So-"

"StarClan is ready to gift you your lives. We talked for so long after you left, trying to determine if this was the right path. In the end, we are sure of it."

Behind the StarClan warrior, the queen saw the forest come to life with many shining cats, all of them holding their heads high with pride.

StarClan..

Squirrelflight stepped close, the warmth of her glittering body overwhelming Sparkpelt for a moment, like an inferno under the smaller she-cat's pelt. The younger she-cat felt that energy rush through her, burning at her paws like she was standing in flames, the crackling ringing in her ears as she could hear the distant shouts of her mother.

"With this life I grant you compassion," She murmured, eyes full of love and burning determination. "I don't regret how I ended up here. Bramblestar may have thought it was foolish for me to help cats I barely knew, but I was able to ensure the chance that three kits would be able to live and see the world."

Sparkpelt pulled Squirrelflight in for one last goodbye nuzzle before letting her mother step back.

Her lonely heart twisted more as another cat came forward, his dark pelt alight with many stars that danced in his eyes.

"Larksong.." His name fell from her maw before she could stop it and she longed to lay in a nest with him, to talk about everything and nothing all at once.

"Sparkpelt," He purred her name with such love and warmth that for a moment she felt secure and safe. He rested his chin on her head and she pressed against him, breathing in his scent for a long while. "I wish I could've stayed. I miss being with you with every breath I breathe.."

"I miss you, too," She felt herself about to weep. "I miss you so bad that it hurts. It feels so lonely without you."

He pulled away and her heart yearned for this to not be over.

"But you're not alone," He reminded her. "You've built your own family, one of many cats who can be there for you. And, even if you can't see me, I'm standing by your side forever and always."

She leaned forward again, wanting to feel his fur against his, but he lowered his head to where their foreheads were touching, their noses close.

"With this life I give you confidence. I believe in everything you do and I know you'll lead these cats well. You just need to be able to see it, too."

Their noses touched and Sparkpelt felt a shocking mix of being as light as a fallen feather and being as sturdy as stone. Like she could do anything and take on any foe. The feeling started to taper after Larksong pulled his head away.

"I'll be with you always." He meowed, stepping away to allow room for a much smaller shape to toddle over. The grief became overwhelming as little Flickerkit approached, his eyes bright and joyful at the sight of his mother.

"Mama!" He chirped, pressing his head to her leg. She leaned down to give him a lick, but was met with his nose touching hers, as if he had been expecting her to move to make it easier for him. "With this life I give you forgiveness. It's not your fault, okay? I'm not mad that I had to leave, so please don't be mad at you either."

Sorrowful sand coated Sparkpelt's tongue and the stone of loss made her throat ache.

"My beautiful kit," She whispered out. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Mama."

She managed to get a couple licks on his head before he ran over to Larksong, standing next to his father with such light in his eyes. Losing them so close to each other was still so hard for her to bare.

It took her a moment to notice that a new cat had approached - a white and speckled brown she-cat, whose eyes narrowed in such a sharp look that it felt like it stung the grieving she-cat.

"I'm Pebbleshine of SkyClan," She stated bluntly, her intense gaze fixed on Sparkpelt's eyes. "And if it were up to me, you wouldn't be the one getting these lives." Sparkpelt winced. "But I was outvoted, so instead I'm going to give you the life of acceptance."

She pressed her nose firmly against the ginger molly's, causing a small shock of pain with just how quickly she pressed her nose. A bright intensity filled her, followed by a warm flood, as if someone was letting out the first feeling.

"May you accept all cats, not just your own."

As Pebbleshine turned to walk away, it clicked suddenly to Sparkpelt on why something had been bothering her. This molly was Twigbranch's mother. They didn't look a lot alike, but they had the same general body shape.

After her approached another she-cat - a cat whose solid black fur shifted ever so slightly in a mix of emotions as she looked past Sparkpelt and to the she-cat next to her. There was another silent conversation, one of forgiveness and kindness, before the black she-cat turned to her.

"I'm Hollyleaf," The name shot many stories through Sparkpelt's head as she recalled it quickly. "I'm-"

"Lionblaze and Jayfeather's sister. I remember.. My mother and father raised you.."

She nodded before stepping forward.

"I died for my Clan, much like she did, but I made some grave mistakes along the way that I still wish I could take back, but I never gave up," She blinked slowly, her gaze becoming intense. "And I don't want you to give up, either. So with this life, I give you endurance. Use it to carry you and your Clan."

Sparkpelt wasn't ready for the burning, aching, tired feeling to erupt through her body. Her heart pounded in echoes through her ears and her legs quivered helplessly, but she found she could still stand, despite the soreness that clawed through every part of her.

As she was recovering, someone else stepped forward. A large golden cat, whose pelt somehow still had the soft cling of milk to it. Confusion settled over the fading pain as she noticed a look of love and affection in the molly's eyes.

"Who are you?" She asked quietly.

"I'm Goldenflower," Came the reply. "I'm Bramblestar's mother - your grandmother - and it's such an honor to finally meet you. I may have passed away so many moons ago, but to know my son had such a wonderful family kept me from letting myself wander too far."

"With this life I give you protection. May you fight for every life as if they were the lives of your kits."

A new feeling surged through, like fire and electricity, dragging out her claws in order to defend those around her from the shadows looming in the corners of her mind.

Blinking her eyes open, Goldenflower dipped her head and whispered a soft goodbye before stepping away.

Two more kits replaced the one queen - a dark brown tabby tom and a pale ginger she-cat. It took only one look at the tom for it to register just who these two were, even if she didn't have any actual memories of them.

"Juniperkit, Dandelionkit," She felt a faint sadness for never getting to know them, but she found it wasn't as intense as her sorrow for anyone else. It made her wish she had more time to get to know them, to give them the proper respect they deserved as her littermates. "You're so much bigger than I remember."

It wasn't the truth, but it was enough for the two kits to become giddy.

"I told you! She remembers us!" Dandelionkit boasted, holding her head high. Juniperkit stuck his tongue out before shoving his sister. She was about to shove back when Squirrelflight let out a cough, catching the kits' attention. "Oh! Yeah!"

Dandelionkit pressed her nose against Sparkpelt with such speed that it hurt much worse than when Pebbleshine had done it. She got a quick apologetic glance from her late sister before the kit spoke again;

"With this life I give you enthusiasm! You gotta enjoy every day you can!"

Kit-like energy spread through her body as she remembered playing with Alderkit in the nursery and chasing Bramblestar's tail as he tried to get things done around camp.

The buzzing feeling made her paws tingle, even after Juniperkit walked up for his turn.

"With this life I give you faith!" He declared loudly, shooting a smug look at Dandelionkit before turning back to Sparkpelt. "Even if things are looking bad, you gotta hang in there and know that there are cats there for you! So never ever give up!"

Emotions swirled through Sparkpelt's chest as bubbling feelings of fear and despair were suddenly washed out with new feelings of hope and confidence. Not the same soaring confidence that Larksong had given her, but enough to make the world just a bit brighter.

They all stepped away as a shape emerged from the crowd and Sparkpelt's eyes widened as a tom came forward. His flame-like pelt was the same stunning color as hers and she didn't even need to think about who this was. She had heard enough stories to fill the heads of many cats for moons to come.

"You're Firestar." She blurted out. He smiled and she realized just where her mother's warm and loving gaze came from.

"I am," He confirmed as he stood only a whisker or two away. "It's good to finally see my granddaughter. I would've loved to dote on you while I was alive, but I'm still so happy to get to see you."

It felt overwhelming in the moment. This was Firestar. She was a part of his legacy and suddenly the shame of how she had been acting before made her feel like an embarrassed little kit.

"With this, I proudly give you the life of love. From the kits born inside the nursery to cats who choose to wander, all your Clanmates are worthy of love."

When he pressed his nose to her, she felt as if she was floating, her heart swelling so much that it almost hurt. She could see everyone's faces as she closed her eyes as well - Stormcloud standing by her side as he watched Cherryfall, Ivypool and Ferncloud helping their kits build dens for everyone to sleep in, Daisy helping watch Finchkit and Flamekit, and even Finleap and Twigbranch returning home with prey in their jaws.

To love these cats like family.. She could feel herself able to do that, even if she hadn't always been the best cat in their lives.

"Congratulations, Sparkstar." Firestar bowed his head to her as she could hear her name being called by many cats, both those she knew and voices she had never heard.

"Sparkstar! Sparkstar! Sparkstar!"

Waking up, Sparkstar's ears were still ringing as she slowly stood, her legs shaking lightly as she took in what happened. She could hear movement beside her as Leafpool was soon awake, looking at her with warm amber eyes.

"How do you feel?" She asked softly, aware that what just happened was a lot. There was a moment of silence as the newly named leader took in a long, deep breath.

"I feel great," She assured, smiling at the medicine cat. "Let's get back home. To FireClan."

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