#again wouldn't be a triad

[livebloggingkidshows]

A Song of Souls has sort of been on the back burner at the moment due to a number of factors, but I've still been thinking about it a lot, including (surprise, surprise) another polyamorous relationship.

#not liveblogging #high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts #mattie’s fics #a song of souls #soulmate au #i got attached to the idea of both ej/gina and ej/val #again wouldn't be a triad

[cononeillbreastingboobily]

Ooough but what if, post-s1, we DO get Steddyhands at SOME point, but the last side of the triangle to form will actually be Ed/Stede...

#you wouldn't expect that would you! #like i know a lot of us imagine they'd be all over each other from the moment they see each other again #BUT #what if. no #what if Izzy finds himself caught up between the two of them and that would actually lead to a V-shaped arrangement #and then at some point Izzy would sit them down and be like ENOUGH YOU TWO. YOU LOVE EACH OTHER. TALK THINGS THROUGH AS A CREW OR ELSE. #and they do and then a proper triad is born between the three of them #steddyhands #our flag means death #ofmd #izzy hands #ed teach #stede bonnet #ignore me lmao

[totallyunbiasedspnpolls]

BEST NEEDLE DROP IN SPN

This will probably be our toughest triad of polls KNOWN TO THE SPN FANDOM. (In our humble opinion, at any rate.) Firstly: what is a needle drop? For the purposes of these polls, a needle drop is an instance of music licensing, or music not written for (but brilliantly used in) the show. There were bunches, but we narrowed it down to our top 30, divided at random into groups of 10. The three winners of these polls will then compete for the A-1, first place, bestest needle drop in hit cult series, Supernatural. Hold onto your headphones, fandom, and LET'S GET VOTING!

NOTE: We didn't include 'Carry On Wayward Son', because come on, that just wouldn't be fair. Oh, and we used the original show selections, not whatever transpired via Netflix. Part 2 Part 3

#totally unbiased spn polls #spn polls #supernatural #the music of spn

[aurumacadicus]

I hope that dumb fuck doesn't put you off writing that universe, I for one thoroughly enjoyed it

I hadn't really planned on it, at least for a while, but again: I was surprised by the amount of people who were immediately like "Yes. I like it. Picasso."

SO! Some thoughts:

Obviously the Captain and his Lieutenant are Steve and Bucky. Steve is an alpha and Bucky is a beta and they want nothing more than to form a triad with Tony. The only reasons they don't are: 1) Tony is skittish. He accepts their gifts with a sweet smile but he also doesn't open up at all. They can't tell if he's just being polite, or if he's just that guarded and they're desperate to keep seeing him so they don't push for fear of scaring him off. (Hint: He's just that guarded and he would be scared off.) 2) The war is on the cusp of ending and the brass are talking about them triad-bonding with someone important. They're pretty sure they heard a princess's name thrown around. What they really want is to go home and work their farm again but apparently they're expected to live at the capitol and marry well just because they've been successful in all their missions, even though a failure meant them dying so they didn't really have a choice but to succeed. 3) They can't tell if Tony remembers them at all. Tony had been the lord of their lands growing up, was about a decade older than them, and they're scared that Tony might worry they're using him as a 'peons fucking their lord in revenge' way. They're not, they were smitten with him even when they were young, but Tony is... well, they've come to understand that Tony expects the worst for himself. And they can't really blame him when he's been whoring himself for a decade. (Tony doesn't remember them, but even if he did, it wouldn't change anything.)

The York boroughs were the first to fall in the war as they were closer to Hydra's borders. Tony's parents had died and he'd been unable to control his holdings as an unmarried omega, and as it turned out, Uncle Obie didn't necessarily have his best interests in mind anyway. So he'd fallen in line with the rest of the York refugees as they'd fled their homes to escape Hydra's armies. But he doesn't have the skills that the rest of his people have--he was expected to take on a home and make a family and all that entailed. He knows how to keep books, but there's not a lot of that type of work when a country's at war, he comes to realize, at least for an omega. He has no money, most alphas would rather marry their sweethearts or no one at all before going off to war, and there's really no one he can turn to for help nearby. He needs money to travel to the Van Dynes'. So, reluctantly, he... opens himself for business. Just to get enough money to travel. Just to get to Jan and the safety of her home. (Tony cries and cries when Jan shows up at the brothel a year and a half later and asks him to show her the ropes, and Jan just holds him, feeling sorry for herself and for him and for every other omega in the brothel. They eventually move brothels--following the Shield's army is more lucrative, and eventually they might earn enough between them to buy a tiny place for them to share, if the war ever really ends.)

Steve spends the first several visits just sketching Tony, because he was an artist first and a soldier second, and it makes Tony blush even though he doesn't quite know why. Because sometimes Steve has him pose with Bucky? Maybe. Some of the positions Steve asks for them to get into feel pretty lewd. But then, maybe they feel lewd because Tony expects them to. He's been at this for a few years now and there have been a lot of things he didn't expect to be sexy to be his customers' kinks. (Bucky is mostly just indulging Steve at first, but then he goes into a survival rut after an especially dire battle and knots Tony twice before he regains rational thought, and Tony is so soft and sweet on his knot that he figures his hindbrain is still chasing that high of an omega submissive underneath him during one of his most primal ruts, all wet and breedable, that it makes him incapable of bonding with any other omega.) ((Steve has always been happy with Bucky, but he has to admit he's always sort of wanted a third to complete their triad, and he really likes Tony. He figures it's because of what Bucky was always teasing him about, though--he always had to be rescuing someone. Tony, for all of his blase shrugs and mysterious smiles, needed at least a little rescuing.))

#aurumacadicus answers #anon #ideas #stuckony #lemon?

[reallyromealone]

Uncanny Valley reader 5

Warning

Violence, nsfw, male reader, gang shit, fluff

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

After that date, (name) let Ran get closer.

Accepting lunch dates and dinner dates, Bonten grew envious of the interactions with (name).

"Go out with me" Koko said coolly to (name) who just looked bored at the interaction "I'm not interested" (name) said bluntly, walking past the white haired man to get to his meeting with Sanzu who requested information on the Triad.

"I will pay for the entire date, anything you want"

"I'm not some cheap whore you can woo with your riches Mr. Kokonoi" (name) was annoyed but kept walking as the Executive silently seethed.

(Name) knocked on the door to Sanzus office, entering when he heard a faint "enter", eyes locking with Sanzus intense mint eyes "hello Mr. Sanzu, shall we get to business?"

Sanzu kept things professional but did sneak a few glances at the man.

Mid meeting Mikey decided he wanted to watch, the blond sitting on the couch as the two went about business.

When the meeting ended (name) politely bowed to both with a smile only to be pinned to the door by Mikey who stared at him intensely, looking for any reaction only to receive that ominous smile in return.

The two kept eye contact as mikeys face was breaths away, both waiting for something to happen.

"Is everything alright Mr. Sano?" (Name) asked calmly and Mikey looked annoyed but just let him leave, the two men staring at (name) intensely as he left.

Ran was at (name)s apartment again, the cats now claiming him as their heater and Ran had learned all their names.

"Oh why hello you lot" Ran said to the cats, Sprinkles trying to get under his shirt as he liked sleeping under blankets and such "you're gonna stretch my shirt Sprinkles"

He got an annoyed meow in return but perked up when ran lifted the throw blanket for him, the small cat darting under the blanket happily.

"Your coworkers are being weird" (name) stated as he set down two drinks and some snacks, investing in more snacks for his now boyfriend.

"Hm? How so?" Ran asked as he watched (name) eat a snack "Koko tried to bribe me into going to dinner and Mikey pinned me to a wall while Sanzu watched" (name) was so casual about it and Ran had to do a double take at what he just heard.

He was aware that the other Bonten men had shown interest but this... Now Ran was annoyed.

"What did you do?"

"I rejected them and I stared back at Mikey, he's very strange"

That was ironic coming from (name) but Ran was pleased at his words, if his co-workers wanted (name), they would have to actually talk instead of this childish shit they were doing.

But he was pleased with how committed (name) was, not even giving it a passing thought.

"Would you be apposed to having almost a group like relationship?" Ran asked (name) who genuinely gave it some thought "I wouldn't hold my breath, I'm still confused on why you're interested in me" (name) said and ran pouted before pulling (name) closer, the broker wide eyed as he was put into Rans lap "yes?"

"Why must you question everything?" Ran asked as he gently manhandled (name) into straddling him "it's my job" (name) said passively as he rested his hands on Rans shoulders "well maybe think less in work mode and more off work mode"

"I...I don't understand"

"Have you ever relaxed? Just turned off your brain?"

"No?"

Ran knew (name) wouldn't be the easiest to have a relationship with but he was up for the challenge and besides;

Ran loved the fact that he was the first one to see these reactions.

To unlock more and more of him.

"Can I focus your brain to something I enjoy doing?"

(Name) looked confused but nodded, ran gently pulling his face closer and kissing (name) who reciprocated shyly, still new to kissing.

But ran could feel his eagerness in the kisses, obviously enjoying kissing the elder Haitani.

Ran gave the go ahead to play with his hair a while ago, (name) didn't think he would until now as his hands subconsciously began getting lost in his hair the deeper the kiss got, Ran slowly introducing his tongue.

His brain short circuited at the softest moan that escaped (name)s lips.

Ran pulled away to look at (name) who was slightly red faced but kept a pretty maintained expression "you look so cute" ran mumbled before going to kiss the brokers neck, determined to get more sounds from him.

His efforts weren't in vain as he nipped at a soft spot in his neck and (name) slightly jolted and moaned, covering his mouth in confusion.

Ran manhandled him to lay on his back and ran caged him with his own body "can I fuck you baby?" He asked gently rubbing his half hard cock against (name)s, (name)s eyebrows furrowing slightly before nodding, softly rubbing back much to Rans eager joy.

Ran lifted (name)s shirt over his head and gently began touching his waist, ready to devour.

Bzzzt

Bzzzt

Bzzzt

Ran sighed as his phone went off, leaning over to grab it as he freed (name)s cock from the others pants.

Ruin his sexy time?

Well prepare to hear (name) moan.

Today ran learned (name) was vocal as he stroked the brokers cock.

"W-wait!" This was most expression Ran thinks he will ever see, eyebrows furrowed as his hips buckled up into his hand as Ran answered the phone annoyed "where the fuck are you?!" Sanzu hissed out and Ran rolled his eyes "I'm busy" Ran said simply as he gave a particularly harsh tug and (name) gripped his wrist unsure what to do "you're fucking kidding me" Sanzu hissed and Ran grinned "yup, now what do you want? Or do you want a show?"

"You're late to a meeting"

"Shit"

Sanzu hung up and ran felt (name) cum in his hand "good boy" Ran chuckled before getting up "I gotta catch a meeting, be good yeah?"

"I-I must attend work as well" (name) was shaking slightly as he got up, the two sorting themselves out before exiting the apartment.

(Name) went back to deadpan but Ran had those cute expressions burned into his brain, maybe after the meeting he could continue.

Ran walked into the building casually, knowing the rest of Bonten were practically foaming from the mouth.

He avoiding a knife thrown at him from Kakucho "pleasure to see you men as well" Ran said cooly and the others glared (save for Rindō who didn't particularly care) "you fucker"

"What? I can't play with my b-o-y-f-r-i-e-n-d~" ran sang out boyfriend and the others glared "why does he choose you?!"

"I asked him out, why do you guys even care? Thought you guys thought he was unsettling" Ran said taking his seat "things changed" takeomi said, Mikey was annoyed that he didn't have the broker but was silent, staring off into nothing.

(Name) was walking down the street when he noticed in the reflection of a window, someone following him roughly ten feet away.

(Name) took sharp turns and went into crowds but the man still follower him, but he knew his city like the back of his hand and slipped into an alleyway and waited.

It didn't take long for the man to walk in, (name) crouching behind a trash can before popping behind him with a switchblade to his throat "you're a rookie" (name) said grabbing his head and bashing it into it into a wall, throwing him to the ground and beating the ever living shit out of him.

(Name) avoided any punches the other threw, the man holding a knife and swiping, slicing (name)s suit and managing to Knick his cheek before (name) kicked him in the head, hard enough to make him drop to the floor.

(Name) kicked him in the head hard enough to knock him out.

(Name) was a classy man, keeping himself clean as he kept a foot on the unconscious man's back as he pulled out his phone "hello? Yes I would like to file in that IOU" (name) said calmly, pulling his handkerchief to clean the blood.

(Name) hung up and dragged the man to the back of the alleyway.

Ran came as soon as he could, startled by the sight as Rindō drove the car in reverse so they could put the man in the trunk "stop fretting, I'm a grown man who can care for himself"

"Not gonna stop me princess" Ran teased and (name) dead stared him "I am cashing in my IOU, He was following me home, I don't know how much information he has but I don't want any risks"

"Want me to help you pack?"

"I will need to find a new apartment promptly"

"You can stay with me"

"I wouldn't want to inconvenience"

"It's no problem "

"Only till I get an apartment "

"Of course"

"Can you guys stop flirting before we attract attention"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #bonten x reader

[etherfall]

May we have a fic about one of the many nights N was trapped in that castle by Ghetsis per chance?

TW for some small injuries I suppose, nothing too serious

It had been four days since the Shadow Triad had kidnapped N and locked him within the confines of the Team Plasma castle. In that time he could feel his hope of escape slowly slipping away.

The room that he had been placed in did not help matters either. It was grey, colorless and nearly completely empty, almost as if it was unfinished. The only pieces of furniture were a large skateboard ramp and a basketball hoop, dull in color and covered in dust. He had been sitting in the middle of the skateboard ramp, staring blankly at the wall for hours. The presence of night and day was little but a faded memory. 

N clasped his hands together, looking down at the bloody bruises that covered his knuckles. For the first two days he had been repeatedly punching and throwing himself at the great metal doors, begging anyone to let him out. But his energy soon faded and he had no motivation to do anything but sit there and wait. He felt his shoulder throbbing as well, but didn’t bother to look at what injury might be there. 

There was a low creaking sound, and he blinked his eyes wearily to see the two Team Plasma Queens step inside and shut the door behind them. They had visited a few times before in the previous days. Although they were on the enemy side, N didn’t mind their presence whenever they came in. The two were kind to him, at least. They whispered softly to each other, before glancing at N.

“You’re injured.” Concordia noted with a hint of sorrow, stepping forward and tilting her head gently.

“I wouldn't be if you let me leave this place.” He muttered softly. 

Anthea stepped up besides Concordia, pulling out a few pieces of cloth out from her dress pocket. She held them out to N.

“Please take this, I insist. We mean no harm to you under our care.” She said with sincerity.

N hesitantly took the cloth from Anthea's hand. Although he was unhappy with his situation he really couldn't be too bitter towards the queens, who seemed to care at least a little about his well being.

An awkward silence hung in the air as N hastily tied the cloth around his injured fists. Anthea cleared her throat softly, breaking the lull of conversation.

“Regent Ghetsis has requested that we visit you.” Anthea said in a gentle yet commanding tone, standing with her hands clasped regally in front of her.

“He has advised us to give you the opportunity to join our cause,” Concordia added on, tilting her chin up with potency. “For the liberation of all pokemon, and an end to their suffering.”

N looked the sisters in the eyes. He shook his head softly. “I’ve told you this before, I’m not joining you. Why are you still doing this?”

Concordia's eyes hardened. “Pokemon have been hurt over and over again by people. Any efforts for their salvation will be futile by normal means.” 

“The only option left for us now is to free the dragon and fight the Champion.” Anthea added on.

Concordia nodded her head. “Only then will we have the power to save all pokemon from humans.”

“You know how dangerous the dragon is, right?” N said, getting up shakily on his legs. He stood up to face the sisters. “Surely you two know the legend. The last time the dragons were summoned their battle threw everything into turmoil.” He narrowed his eyes slightly.

“It could destroy all of Unova and all that you think you are working for.”

Their expressions were stoic, but N could have sworn that he saw a flicker of hesitation in their eyes. However it was quickly masked. N pressed on.

“I was raised by pokemon.” He said, his voice desperate but firm. “And everyone I knew did nothing but love them. People connect with pokemon by battling, that is how their bonds grow stronger.”

 He took a step forward. “Separating people from pokemon will do nothing but hurt us all.”

“N…” Anthea warned, her voice steady but sharp. “You don’t understand–”

“The Champion!” He exclaimed, interrupting her sentence. “My father. The man you swear to defeat. He loves his Pokémon more than anything in the world, and they would die for him as well. Defeating him will be like destroying the freedom for Pokémon you claim to pursue.” 

His voice wavered slightly. “I know that what you're doing is for a good cause, but separating people from pokemon isn't the answer.”

“Please,” he was practically begging now. “You need to understand that this liberation is wrong...”

The sisters stared at him blankly with matching expressions, and any hope of changing their minds withered away. 

Concordia dipped her head slightly. Whatever emotion she might have been feeling was hidden behind her empty expression. “We highly inquire that you rethink your stance, N.”

N shut his eyes in defeat. “Look. I know that you two think that you are making the world a better place by releasing the dragon.”  

He looked back up, taking in a shuddering breath. “But please just listen, and consider my words.”

The sisters were silent, yet their expressions did not give away any of their emotions. Together, they turned towards the door. Anthea turned her head back slightly to address N one last time.

“Thank you for your time N, we will report your response back to Ghetsis.”

Concordia stepped out into the hallway, with Anthea following close behind. Their crowns glinted in the light as the door was pulled closed. With that the doors slammed shut once again, locking with a clicking sound.

N slumped back down, feeling his confidence eroding. He pulled his poncho tighter around his shoulders, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t understand why Team Plasma was trying to drag him of all people into this mess. Deep in his mind he hoped that the sisters had taken some of his word to heart.

His heart ached. He missed his family. He missed his dad. There was nothing he could do to tell if they were coming to save him. All he could do now was wait.

#alderadoptsnau #AAN AU fics #pokemon black and white #pokemon bw #pokemon au #n harmonia #n pokemon #anthea and concordia #btw if you didn't pick up on it #he's locked in his cannon childhood room #except that it's unfinished because he had disappeared before Ghetsis could completely build it :)

[novelcain]

*visibly SHAKING* MAFIA MAMA LMK Reader!!!!! 😭

Mk is her baby boy now, (NO it doesn’t fucking matter if he’s a Teen or adult! HE’S HER BABY!)

I could totally see her being a Normal civilian at first before she met Dragonhead Wukong (did I use that right?) so most people think she’s all innocent and dainty.. until someone says something about Mk in her presence.. I don’t think even she knows when she mentally adopted him.

Reader: THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY SON!?!? *grabs Macaroni’s gun (he was already holding it out for her.. he’s seen this shit happen before, and he’s loving it. It’s hilarious.)

Mk: 🥹 Mama’s so cool.

The unfortunate soul: *Is suddenly VERY aware this woman knowingly joined the troop of the infamous Sun Wukong during the start of their relationship* W-Wait, I d-didn’t mean it.

Reader: Too late! NOBODY TALKS SHIT ABOUT MY BABY!! *shoots him in the butt when he tries running away*

Wukong: 😍 Marry me~

Reader: Darling we’ve been through this, I spent nearly two YEARS planning our wedding. We are NOT moving up the date again!!! 😑

Wukong: .. fine… 🥺

🎃~

(Lol you 2 seemed to be on the same wave length so I figured you wouldn't mind me throwing you in the same room so to speak. djvwdvbwnv omg and you're both orange!)

Omg, pumpkin, I love the thought of Reader just being a normal civilian before meeting Dragonhead Wukong (dw love you usin it right) and the idea of reader patching up mk is so cute, orange.

I'm imagining a slightly different scenario:

MK and you had plans to go to lunch together to discuss his part in the wedding. You both thought it was a lovely day and since the café was close by you both decided to walk there. However, you wish you had just taken a cab now. 

You were being manhandled at the back of the alley by one man while MK was fighting three others near the entrance to the alleyway. 

MK didn't want anything bad to happen to you, and while he was focused on you, he got taken by surprise and got hit over the head with a steel pipe. As you watched him fall limp to the ground, you saw red. You couldn't care less for your own safety anymore. Your boy was hurt. And watching the three thugs stomp on MK while he struggled to shield himself in the fetal position made you snap. You shoved off the thug holding you by the hair and reached into your purse to pull out the small handgun Wukong had insisted you keep on you at all times. 

You whipped around and jumped as you shot the gangster that was holding you point blank in the head. You then turned your attention back to the triads beating MK. You were shaking but kept your firearm trained on them regardless. They looked taken aback by your retaliation. They were under the impression that you were just some regular girl Wukong picked off the streets and not someone capable of shooting a man in the face with almost no reaction. True, you were shaking, but your face looked so blank. You were wide eyed and slack jawed like you weren't even in control of your own actions anymore. 

One of the thugs almost immediately snapped out of his shock and went to grab his gun out of his suit only to get shot in the neck as soon as he moved. The other two flinched and one went to run but you quickly shot him in the back around his center mass, and the other went to grab his gun but was sucked into a shadow on the ground before he could. 

You were still in shock and had your gun still raised expecting the man to pop out in front of you at any second. You shakily looked around for any sign of the man and just as you were about to lower your weapon you felt a hand grab your shoulder. 

"AH!" You yelped and ripped away from the person before turning and firing with your eyes closed at where you assumed the person's head would be. 

You slowly opened your eyes to see if you got the last man only to see Macaque standing there with a clenched fist in front of his face. 

"W-Wha—" You found yourself unable to complete your sentence. 

"Nice shot," Macaque opened his fist and the bullet you fired dropped from it, "But maybe don't shoot the handsome demon that came to rescue his nephew and future sister-in-law." 

"I-I—" 

"No need to thank me I was just—" 

"MK!" You cut off the monkey mid-sentence and immediately ran to MK who was trying to get up. While you were distracted, you missed Macaque mumbling something about being forgotten after you tried to shoot him in the face. "Don't move, MK! J-Just stay down and rest for a bit." 

You carefully grabbed MK and pulled him down to sit with you, placing your gun on the ground next to you so you could direct him to rest his head on your lap. Once he relaxed into your grasp, you brushed through his hair and flinched when you felt a warm wetness on your fingertips. You gently turned his head to check the wound only to find that it was already healing itself. 

You let out a sign of relief as Macaque crouched down beside you to get a look at his student. After a quick glance, he realized that MK had already passed out in your arms, so he directed his question to you. 

"How's he doing?" Macaque asked softly, not wanting to startle you again. 

"I think he'll be okay." 

"Of course, he will be... and you?" 

"I'll... I'll be okay." 

There was a moment of silence within the alley way as you tried to calm down while Macaque quietly glanced over you to see if there were any injuries. 

"Let's get you two back to Wukong." 

"Y-Yeah." 

Macaque then stood up and walked around to get behind MK before reaching down and carefully picking him up, trying not to jostle him too much lest you turn your momma bear rage on him. 

He stood up once more with MK and directed you towards the closest wall where he opened a shadow portal. He was about to enter but stopped when he heard you speak up. 

"Hey, Macaque?" 

"Hm?" 

"Is that guy still alive? The one you took." 

Macaque paused. 

"For now." 

"Good. He's the one who hit MK over the head. I didn't get to repay him for that yet." You walked past Macaque with a stone-cold look in your eyes. 

Macaque stood there in shock for half a moment before letting out a dark chuckle and following you through the portal. After Macaque went through with MK, the shadow portal warped before enveloping the entire alleyway. When it receded, any evidence that something happened there disappeared without a trace. Not even the blood splatter remained. 

Macaque walked into the condo and set MK down on the couch and you walked over to check on MK one more time. When you were certain he’d be okay and would probably wake up soon, you turned your attention back to Macaque. 

“Take me to that man. I wanna be back before MK wakes up.” 

A sinister grin stretched across the macaque’s face as he made eye contact with you. Your face spoke of nothing but malicious intent. 

"You're becoming crueler every day, little girl. Welcome to the family~." 

I'll be putting this on ao3 since I have more to add to it that I don't feel like writing rn so I'll just make a second chapter.

Here's the link incase you wanna look out for the second chapter. 😋

#🎃 anon #🍊 anon #triad au #lmk triad au #triad au lmk #triad au mk #lmk triad au mk #triad au macaque #lmk triad au macaque #lmk mk #lmk macaque #lmk #lmk au #lmk six eared macaque

[sharaug]

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔

❝ everything beautiful comes with pain. roses have thorns, don't they? ❞ ─ unknown

AUTHOR'S NOTE ❳ this entire one shot was inspired by @skittlescripts triad au! please go check them out for more content on it, if you'd like! :>

➔ ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ(s) :: this is my first time writing for anything lmk/jttw related, so forgive me if a lot of the characters in this are ooc. also, this whole thing is a completely self indulgent "what if" blurb on my interpretation of skittles's mc, so all of this is (obviously) not at all canon to their au aha-

mc in this one-shot is a mystic/demon monkey like wukong n macaque cuz i'm different (/j) also, in case it wasn't obvious already, she's based off of yor briar/forger from spy x family

blood, violence, and cursing will all be featured in this. i tried not to make it all too graphic, but i'd suggest reading at your own risk just in case if you're not a big fan of that stuff

not beta read + edited we die like my motivation to finish school work 🫡

NOT MANY WERE━━━brave enough to sleight the Great Sage Equal to Heaven these days, but Sun Wukong supposed that demons wouldn't be, well ... demons if they didn't make any foolish decisions every now and then.

Still, though, that thought couldn't possibly be enough to calm him back down into a more rational train of thought—especially when one of the 'foolish demons' just mentioned currently had a gun held up against his son's temple.

"Take one more step, Great Sage," mocked the bastard with a sneer as he pressed the weapon further against Xiaotian's skin, which in turn drew out a small whimper from the boy that made Wukong's rage flare even more. "Go ahead. Do it and see what happens to your kid right here."

This was frustrating. So frustrating—especially when his treasured staff was currently laying right in front of his feet, right where he'd dropped it after the demon threatened to pull the trigger if he didn't. Under normal circumstances, he could bless the world by ridding it of this pest's existence in under ten seconds flat, yet ...

Wukong's gloved hands tightened into fists at his sides.

The Great Sage, the Monkey King was immortal. His son, however, was not.

And mortality had always been such a fragile thing.

"Remind me, demon," Wukong began after wetting his lips. "What is it that you'll get out of all of this, exactly?" he asked.

The demon threw his head back and laughed, the action alone being enough to jostle the hold he had on Xiaotian. For a moment, Wukong allowed a small ray of hope to shine through for his son: believing that maybe he could use this as an opportunity to slip out of the large demon's grasp and run over into the safety that the arms of his father provided.

Unfortunately, though, that hope was quickly snuffed out when the demon sobered up and tightened his hold around the mortal boy he held captive. Xiaotian looked like he could start crying any second now, and Wukong had to internally count to twenty before all of his impulse control flew out the nearest window and set him loose to show this sorry excuse of a 'crime lord' what had made Heaven fear the Monkey King in the first place.

"Now, what kind of a question is that, o' Great One Equal to Heaven?" The demon grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth stained yellow. Wukong had to wrinkle his nose at the sight. "I figured it'd be obvious what I want, considering the fact that it's what every demon in this cursed city wants from you," he laughed again.

"Oh?" Wukong rose a brow, playing dumb to stall for time. "And what might that be?" He tilted his head.

The demon's brow twitched. "Don't play dumb!" he snapped. "I want your title! This city! Everything you have!" he raved.

He's getting worked up now. Wukong spared a glance to Xiaotian, who was somehow even more stiff than before. That would be a good thing if it weren't for the fact he was holding my kid hostage right now, he thought with a "Tsk."

"So that's it, huh?" Wukong pulled out one of his 'politician' smiles, as Macaque liked to call them. "Well, how 'bout we make a deal then, yeah? You let my kid go, unharmed, and I'll see about getting you all of that and more," he offered, using the kind of tone of voice you'd have when joking around with a friend.

Wukong felt one if his brows twitch when he caught the demon rolling his eyes with a smirk, looking smug. "Do you take me for a fool, Great Sage?" he questioned.

Yes, Wukong desperately wanted to answer. Anyone with half a mind would.

"I know of your tricks. Hell, after all the preparations I've gone through to get to where I am now, I'd say I even know you better than yourself!" he confessed, practically radiating with confidence with the way he puffed his chest out.

Wukong barely suppressed a snort. He saw Xiaotian bite his bottom lip and look away, eyes half lidded and expression practically the very definition of unimpressed.

Wukong suppresses a grin at the sight. That's my boy.

"Now ..." The demon lifted the arm he was using to hold Xiaotian in place up to the boy's neck and pulled him closer, the barrel of his gun once again returning to his temple. "Seeing as how I have you right where I want you at last, I say we discuss your inevitable defeat to—"

The demon was cut off by the abrupt sound of his men screaming out in agony from outside the room, followed by a persistent, almost pleading, knocking on the door.

"Sir! Sir, please! It's an emergency!" the voice of a younger demon spoke from outside, sounding panicked.

Wukong turned to the door, brows raised and interest piqued just as the demon released a frustrated groan.

"You may enter," he told, albeit reluctantly.

In an instant, the door was opened, revealing the younger demon's disheveled appearance and the blood coating his skin and attire in splatters.

Wukong perked up slightly. Had the backup he called for finally come? (Took them long enough.)

"What is it?" The demon took a step back, obviously stunned by his subordinate's troubling appearance. "What's going on out there?!" He growled.

"I-I'm not sure, sir!" the lower demon answered, visibly shaking. "S-some broad j-just—"

He was cut off before he could even finish his sentence by a silver dagger abruptly piercing through his throat, taking the life of his eyes away and leaving only his corpse to fall to the floor in a pool of its own blood.

Wukong blinked, pleasantly surprised. Not at the lower ranking demon's sudden death, but at the fact that he had never seen any of his own men wield a dagger in that style before.

"N-no ..." Ears flickering at the crime lord's voice, Wukong returned his attention to him and nearly did a double take when he saw that he was now trembling where he stood: eyes wide and face for some reason more horrified that it had been when the Great Sage entered the room.

What ...

The sound of heels clicking against the floor and then coming to a stop behind him made Wukong's ears flicker a second time, and the Monkey King turned around to see just what—who had inspired such fear into the demon who had been so proud earlier before him.

He found his breath hitching in his throat before he could stop himself.

Standing in the doorway in a sleek black dress and thigh high boots, there stood yet another mystical monkey much like him and Macaque, yet so different at the same time.

"Excuse me, Cheng Xue of this sector's crime syndicate ..." she spoke, voice eerily calm and eyes luminous. "I'm terribly sorry for interrupting this little meeting of yours, but ... tell me ..."

She smiled, sharpened thorns made of gold glimmering in her hands as she raised them into the light.

"May I have the honor of taking your life this evening?"

Against his will, Wukong let a shudder travel down his spine.

The demon, too caught up in his own fear, stumbled further away from the ethereal beauty standing at the door, her whisper of death enough to make his pulse race and send his arms into an unexpected spasm that sent Xiaotian falling to the side on the floor right next to the very gun his life had been threatened with.

"N-no, you ... YOU CAN'T!" he cried, back meeting the desk and putting a stop to his tracks. "I RAN AWAY CENTURIES AGO! I OWE THEM NOTHING, YOU HEAR ME?! NOTHING!!"

The monkey draped in ebony stepped closer, her smile never leaving and her eyes remaining pinned on her target as though he were a silly little mouse that had fallen into a cat's claws.

"I WILL NOT DIE THIS WAY!" the demon continued deliriously. "I WAS SO CLOSE! SO CLOSE, YOU HEAR?! YOU CAN NOT DO THIS TO ME!"

Another step forward.

The demon flinched back violently and opened his mouth yet again, a shriek on the tip of his tongue.

All that followed after, though, was the mere sound of his body falling backwards onto the desk: his mask of horror, forever engraved on his face, now painted with a crimson that ran down his forehead from the thorn-like blade that had been thrown directly into the center of it.

The room was silent after that, allowing the occupants to take a moment to process what had just transpired until two of them snapped out of their stunned daze and ran to eachother—one of them tackling the other in a bone-crushing hug.

"Holy shit, kid." Wukong felt as though a weight had just been lifted off his shoulders. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again," he decided.

Xiaotian only let out a watery laugh in reply and snuggled further into his father's chest, his hands shaky as he gripped the fabric of his suit.

Amidst their heartfelt reunion, Wukong lifted his gaze up to the lady of thorns, wanting to ask if she was single thank her for stepping in when she did—even if she most likely didn't originally come here to save them some trouble.

What he quickly discovered, however, was that she was no longer there.

Instead, what once sat in her place was that of a red rose with thorns.

#lego monkie kid #sun wukong x reader #jttw triad au #triad au #skittles's triad au #sorry for the abrupt ending i couldn't think of anything else to add haha #might make a part two. who knows #one shot #sun wukong #qi xiaotian #mk #lmk sun wukong #lmk mk

[sapphic-bats]

Let’s talk about Pre-Fall Crowley’s choir.

I’m still learning, so if someone more expert than me has a correction, be my guest.

There are, by my awareness, nine choir of angels. A helpful list is below.

Muriel claims that they are of a lower rank, and hence cannot open the logbook.

"You'd have to be a throne, or a dominion, or above."

And once Crowley manages the book open, at the nonchalant claim of an unchanging password, it stuns Muriel.

This, to even an untrained eye, is intentional. They want us to know which two options could fit Crowley, seeing as evidently he is, or was, quite powerful.

So let's talk about that.

First Argument: Throne

The description of a Throne angel is:

"The 'thrones'; also known as 'ophanim' (offanim) and 'galgallin', are creatures that function as the actual chariots of God driven by the cherubs. They are characterized by peace and submission; God rests upon them. Thrones are depicted as great wheels containing many eyes, and reside in the area of the cosmos where material form begins to take shape. They chant glorias to God and remain forever in his presence. They mete out divine justice and maintain the cosmic harmony of all universal laws." [Wikipedia]

So we can break that down.

Thrones are supposedly submissive, and peaceful angels. They are the chariots, or literally, thrones, of God. Being in the First Triad, with direct contact to God, they contemplate Her/His power and judgement.

Sound familiar?

Let's lay out a few of the reasons Crowley could have been a Throne.

"Submissive" angels. If he had foregone that demand, and questioned God by unintentionally challenging Her decisions, he would have been an unworthy angel.

2. He would have had direct contact to God, and therefore could have asked Her himself. That would have been inexcusable, and perhaps a seeming abuse of power.

3. To contemplate Her power and judgement, he could have truly and utterly contemplated. Been too good at his job, and disagreed with a "flaw" in the plan.

All evidence points to Throne, right?

Second Argument: Dominion

Now, the definition of Dominion angels is:

"Dominions are a group of angels in Christianity who help keep the world in proper order. Dominion angels are known for delivering God's justice into unjust situations, showing mercy toward human beings, and helping angels in lower ranks stay organized and perform their work well." [LearnReligions]

Right, not a huge eye-catcher, there. Doesn't sound like what we've seen of Angel Crowley.

But wait.

"The Dominions (lat. dominatio, plural dominationes, also translated from the Greek term kyriotētes, pl. of kyriotēs, as "Lordships"). Traditionally, they are held to govern the movement of stars, planets, and other celestial objects." [Wikipedia]

Oh.

Now that sounds more likely.

So, our reasons here are:

Being in the Second Triad, they fulfill God's plan, and directly govern the procession of it.

2. They, quite literally, rule the stars, planets, and celestial objects. What more evidence do you need?

3. They're known for delivering justness into unjust situations...

In summary, there are many different options for what Crowley's hierarchical position once was. The two most blatant, and likely, were not being an Archangel (in my opinion), but rather either Dominion, or Throne.

That being said, I am unsure which one he was. There is more obviousness in seeing that he made the stars, and saying he was a Dominion. But, then again, there is more logic and reason in imagining he was a Throne.

What do I think? Hard to say. I'd imagine, considering the blatancy of the plot, that Crowley was a Dominion, but in theory, I wouldn't be surprised if he was a Throne. Honestly, while writing this, I started thinking he might have been a Throne.

Please, do share your thoughts and theories!

#cw for possible frightening imagery #it's just biblically accurate angels though #good omens #crowley good omens #crowley #angel crowley #pre fall crowley #nine choirs of angels #analysis #gomens #good omens 2 #mythology #religious nerd alert

[ekingston]

Other than supercorp, would there have been any other kara romantic pairing you wouldn't have minded

lol anon that’s tricky again, because i honestly don’t trust the show would have handled any of them well! for a production that went to such lengths to pair off their characters, they really didn’t do so good with romantic arcs (it’s why i’m actually glad supercorp didn’t become canon don’t tell anyone)

i liked James, during season one (though i’m not a fan of love triangles unless they’re a leadup to a triad situation), but clearly the new showrunners did not. 

i could have liked Mon-El, if they had stuck with him being the comedic relief foundling from a conflicting culture rather than the immoral prince who needed to tear Kara down in order to feel better about himself. i remember rambling to a friend about how much more interesting it could have been if Daxam had turned out not to be the hellscape Kara’s parents had led her to believe it was—if it had been just another lie Kara took for objective truth, Kryptonian propaganda regarding a planet they were at odds with. it would have been another chance for the show to portray Kara coming to terms with the fact that her parents weren't perfect, paving the way for her to acknowledge that she doesn't need to be, either; but even better, it could have showed her dealing with cultural differences in a way that wouldn’t have been too heavy handed or on the nose for american audiences. it also would likely have made Mon-El come off as much less of an asshole, which, you know. bonus, if they wanted us to buy them as a romantic match, and to mourn along with Kara when she had to send him away.

(William was a mistake from the start. he literally feels like a guy shoved on stage during the final scene of the play with no instruction given beyond ‘you’re the romantic interest now, stand there and look pretty!’)

and, you know. this could easily be misconstrued as a vindictive sort of ‘if i can’t have supercorp i don’t want Kara dating anyone at all’, but honestly, i’m genuinely attached to the idea of possibly alloromantic, definitely asexual Kara Zor-El. 

i know it’s even less likely that the cw would have gone with an ace main character than it would have been for them to make supercorp canon, but yeah, in my mind—and this is absolutely shaped by what they actually showed in canon—both of those scenarios would have made the most sense. and—again, completely out of the scope of any cw show—how interesting would it have been to at least explore Kara’s attitudes toward the emphasis most human cultures place on sexuality vs her Kryptonian upbringing (not to mention her alien DNA)?

#i think this is why this show launched 40k+ transformative works anon #such engaging setup. such interesting characters #& so many missed or unused opportunities #if i still had my pre-covid brain i'd be tempted to actually flesh out some of these ideas but. unfortunately i do not (yet?) #ask me things! #anonymous

[goodboyaudios]

I'm back >:) with a fun question this time.

If BW were to take place in the planet of Manas(where MotH takes place), what class of magic would each of the main cast get? Like necromancer, wizard, etc.

And what about if MotH were to take in New Tenesse? Which class would each one get?

Hmm...this is quite difficult to do without breaking too much canon, but I'll try my best.

Albus wouldn't have been ousted as someone to be hated or despised. That being said, he'd definitely become some sort of soldier. Maybe a warrior of Fusfeimyol, most likely specializing in offensive boosting enchantments and other battle spells. Fighting, not to survive, but for the thrill solely. He'd be a Battlemage.

Devlin wouldn't be designing weapons. I actually think he'd let his creativity shine in the way it wants and become a toy maker. Technically, still an artificer, just in a more fantastical and in a profession he enjoys much more.

Faith would become a school teacher in the impoverished nations like Fusfeimyol. She'd probably run into Albus at some point. Actually that's pretty cute now that I think about it lol! The Gladiator and the School Teacher. Adorable.

Now, let's move to the MotH cast! This was a bit trickier so I wrote out their stories in this world.

Zed would be considered weak by most standards for Paladins. However, his heritage would anoint him a great deal of prestige. In this AU where the MotH characters are swapped with BW characters, I would say that Zed would be a son of the Paladin King. But not just any Paladin King, a king who would be assassinated, most likely by the Triad, and force Zed to escape into hiding. If the Triad were to ever catch him, he'd be killed, or worse...this makes Zed a nomadic warrior with no clan or family to call his own. Constantly running, or else he'll suffer the same fate as the rest of his family.

Raze would probably have completely different powers. She might not even be a star captain considering the relationship between New Tennessee and the Landstar. Raze would most likely be one of the founding Paladins, or at least one of their children. She could be a Sister Paladin, or a Knight Sargent, until meeting Magreos. Together they'd most likely try to start a clan and succeed actually. Magreos would be able to vent his violent tendencies in combat as a sort of sharp relief, however that could spell bad news for their relationship moving forward...

Makkaro would be a Knight for sure. While he is smart, he's not technically minded. No, instead he is on the side of justice and fighting for honor and truth. Makkaro, being as smart as he is however, would make him a target for the Triad to be watchful. They like keeping their fighters dumb. They don't think, they kill. Makkaro doing both is a dangerous combination. Even more so when Makkaro inevitably picks up reading when he falls in love with the Paladin King's daughter (Gienne), resulting in him getting captured by the Triad who scramble his mind and make him black out all of it, before sending him back to his family under the guise that he suffered some form of demonic attack and physical trauma which developed in the form of Amnesia. From that point on, Makkaro would be afraid to do any more fighting, in fear of what might happen.

Gienne, as I said would be the Paladin Kings daughter. She might actually be inducted into the Triad, given her position and intelligence, but I think Makkaro would make her see passed that. This of course would lead to Triad interference again, where they would make her hate Makkaro and want nothing to do with such a sniveling coward who can't pick up a sword and doesn't even remember her. After that, she'd be sent back to her blissfully happy life as a princess.

Sorry for how long this all was! You may have noticed how depressing the lives of the MotH characters are on New Tennessee. Surprise surprise, it's not a happy world lol While a lot of clans do enjoy the thrill of hunting monsters and being blissfully ignorant of those in power behind the scenes manipulating everyone, characters with as much importance and personality as these would typically get screwed over. And fast too.

#goodboyaudios #good boy audios #youtube #asmr roleplay #asmr boyfriend

[warriorofthought]

A Servant's Lie Destroys Love

Summary: A servant told you and your loved one that your relationship would not be approved by your father, leading to their suffering for two years and three months. Your father eventually discovered and punished the servant, then reuniting them. 

Word count: 5749

Warnings: sad feelings

Father Thranduil x male reader 

You are Thranduil's youngest son, you are very breathtaking. You are a strong warrior but also a very good healer. Thranduil loves you very much.

Your white hair, almost like snow or diamonds, is a rare color.

Your figure makes you attractive to everyone and you don't even notice it.

Your father Thranduil comes into your room and sees you looking disparagingly at the blue-red streak in your hair, the streak is your natural color, it comes again and again, even if you cut it out.

You watch the strand in the mirror and sigh.

"Again?" Your father comes up to you and sees you looking at the long strand.

"Again what, father?" You ask and your eyes meet through the mirror.

"That streak," he indicates it with his fingers. "Are you going to cut it out again?"

"I hate it, is my stupid white hair not enough, why does it must have this red blue strand?"

"Your white hair is enough son, the streak of red is beautiful, it's better to let it grow, it's like a flame," he puts his hand on your shoulder and adds, "Let the streak grow and add beauty and charm to your appearance, please, my son."

Annoyed you move your shoulder away from him. " I know you wouldn't understand that"

"I understand your annoyance son, just let the streak be and let the red color in it be like a flame or the sun, it looks like a star when it shines, please listen to me," he says and stands in front of you, blocking the way to the mirror.

You lean your head in your father's neck "i hate it" you mumble and the frustration is clearly heard in your voice and also the tears that try to leave your eyes.

Your father wraps his strong arms around you and kisses you on the forehead, his touch warms the chill in your heart and the tears from your eyes fall down your cheeks, Thranduil holds you close to him and says, "It's hard for me to see you crying because of this, let me see the streak."

Thranduil carefully lifts the strand of hair and studies it closely, "Hmm, this red is like fire or the sun," he says and brushes his fingers against it, "It suits you, even though you don't notice it, it has a charm when it shines and stands out among the white in the hair, the red streak seems like the red in the eyes of a predator, it will impress everyone."

"and the blue triad?"

He lowers the streak to see both colors, "The blue seems like the eyes of a deep ocean or the night sky under the moon, there is mystery, beauty and charm in this blue, and with this combination it is very unique, I have never seen such a strand before."

"Don't think to cut the streak or think it's ugly again, it will add to your charm and your white hair makes it stand out, it's fascinating and beautiful," he says, then he kisses your forehead again.

You nod slightly.

"I love you," he wraps his arms around you tightly and buries his face in your neck and you feel the strength of his love, Thranduil does not stop holding you and rubbing your hair with his fingers, "I really love you, my son," he says.

"love you too, father"

He raises his face and looks at you smiling, then he lowers his lips to your forehead and kisses you again, "Be happy and forget this nonsense about the streak, it's beautiful and you are beautiful with it," he adds.

Timeskip (You have let the strand grow for a few weeks.

Then one evening Thranduil finds you at your hidden places, after you have missed dinner and sees you have cut the strand again.)

Thranduil has a deep frown on his face, the look of his face shows his displeasure, "Again?" Thranduil says, "I asked you not to cut the streak, this red and blue is making you more spectacular and beautiful, why are you doing this?"

"i didn't promise it" you answer soft.

"I knew this would happen Son, I'm not sure why you don't see the charm of this streak, what will other elves say when they see this unique streak of yours in white hair, it's like a sun or a star," he says and kneels in front of you as he puts his hands on your cheeks and brings your face to his eyes, "I'm very angry with this son, I wanted you to see the charm of this streak."

"i hate it, i fucking hate it, I hate it so much, I hate that it reminds me of someone! " You answer frustrated and you don't even realize that you said more as you even wanted to expose.

Thranduil is startled when you swear, he has never heard this sentence from you before, "Remind you of someone?" he asks, with fear and curiosity in his voice.

Your eyes weiden slightly " no? Its not important"

Thranduil is serious and doesn't let this issue go so easily, "Who does it remind you of?" he asks more anxiously.

"its not important anymore, we are not together anymore, I'm not together anymore with this person" you say quickly.

"But you once had a relationship with this person?" he replies, looking into your eyes carefully.

You nod slightly.

"How long did the relationship last?"

His face changes and he begins to be serious and a frown spreads on his face.

" 2 years and 3 months" you mumble.

"Did he break the relationship off from you?"

He is more attentive and the expression on his face changes further.

"Who said it was a he and yes it was not me who broke up"

"This is more important than I imagined," Thranduil says, and his voice becomes sharp, "Nobody said it. But I assume it. He broke up with you, how long ago did it happen?"

You look away from him.

Thranduil becomes more serious, he grabs your chin and forces you to look into his eyes, "Are you still in love with him?"

You nod.

The frown on his face widens, and his voice is louder, "You are still in love with someone who left you?"

"Father, don't say it like that, that hurts." You whisper.

Thranduil's facial expression changes and he becomes soft and caring, he removes his hands from your face and wraps his arms around you, "It's obvious that I have pained you my Son, but how long has it been since he left you?"

"a year and 2 months" you answer shortly.

Thranduil stays silent, he is still surprised to know you had a relationship and now that the relationship got broke off. And that you hide it. You hide your pain and dealt with it alone.

Thranduil holds you away from him and looks at you intently, he can clearly see the pain in your eyes that you have been trying to hide, Thranduil rubs your back and says, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

He becomes more curious about what happened during these two years of love and how this relationship ended.

"Because it was not a woman, it was a male, i thought you wouldn't approve of it" you mumble small.

Thranduil is really surprised by this sudden twist, he didn't expect that at all, yet he understands and nods briefly, "I understand, you thought I wouldn't approve of the relationship, but Son, why didn't you tell me that he broke up with you? I would have understood you."

"i don't know, i just felt suddenly so alone and i didn't know what to do"

"My Son," Thranduil's voice becomes more affectionate, he puts his hands on your cheeks and adds, "Did you feel this pain alone in the one year and two months without telling anyone? How many times did you want to talk to me or your brother Legolas and didn't?"

" I can deal with it alone, it's not so bad", you answer, you know that this is a lie.

"I don't believe a word of this," Thranduil says and looks deep into your eyes, "I never knew you have dealt with this pain for two years, my Son, you shouldn't have done this, you should have told me."

"You both were busy, really busy. You both didn't need another burden."

"What are you talking about?! You, my Son, are not a burden for me or Legolas, if you are in pain, you must tell us, we are your family and we are here to share your joy and pain."

Thranduil's concern for you grows, and he says, "I hate that you hid your pain to avoid bothering us."

You lower your head slightly.

Then Thranduils head fills with concern " Have you talked about that, to anyone, your pain, do you had anyone who had listen to you, who you had talked to?" Thranduil ask almost scared of the answer.

You remain silent, your eyes avoid those of Thranduil and you look to the side slightly, Thranduil understands that you have not spoken to anyone about your pain, and you have been dealing with everything alone, he is very upset about this.

Thranduil lifts your face to his eyes and says, "Did no one listen to your pain? No one supported you?"

"I was good at hiding it" you slightly smile.

"This is the most hurtful thing I can hear from you," Thranduil says and his voice is pained, "You have hidden your pain from me and Legolas and from everyone, you were alone in your pain? That breaks me, a father. how many times have you felt sad, angry, in pain, and no one helped you?"

"i was fine, I'm fine"

Your answer made Thranduil's face turn to sadness, he knows you are not fine and that you have been suffering for two years, he hates the idea that his son has been in pain alone throughout this time.

"You are still in pain inside," Thranduil says sadly, "How many nights you have cried to sleep and no one has wiped your tears?"

You stay silent.

Thranduil is upset now, this has caused pain to his heart, "I'm here, my Son, I love you and I'm here for you no matter what, you should have come to me to share your pain, to say that it hurts, I would have supported you, but no one was with you, how many nights have you cried yourself to sleep with no one to hug you in your misery? Who wiped your tears?"

"I was fine, there were important things to do as me."

Thranduil becomes more distressed, "No matter how much work I have, it would not be more important than my son's pain in his soul," he says, "My son, is this how you have dealt with the sadness and misery of the breakup? Alone in a corner and a heart tearing apart alone without knowing how to deal with it?"

"Don't lie to me or hide your feelings from me, this is the last time I'm asking you. Who was with you?"

"No one was there." you whisper.

Thranduil takes a deep breath, he is angry, "No one knew or heard that you were in pain? No one was there to comfort you? No one helped you in your misery?"

Thranduil's voice fills with pain and anger as he asks, "You didn't even let Legolas support you?"

"I'm fine"

"Don't you dare tell me you're fine again," he says louder, "You have been alone dealing with the breakup for two years, you have hidden everything inside you, you have cried yourself to sleep at night and no one has cared or hugged you, tell me who was there to listen to you in your misery? WHO WAS THERE WITH YOU?"

"no one was there" you snap back.

"I was alone, alone, i couldn't brother anyone, couldn't steal their happiness because i felt bad or sad"

Thranduil feels even more pain in his heart, he sees the extent of your agony as he looks at you, "You were alone in your grief and misery, you did all this alone and your tears dried by themselves and no one has given you comfort and support, and you think this is fine?"

"yes, it is fine"

"It's fine to be alone in misery and grief?"

Thranduil becomes more serious and angry, he leans forward and says, "Don't lie to me," he grabs your arms firmly and says, "Tell me, didn't you get sick of it? Didn't you miss that person? Did you really handle all this alone?"

Your breath suddenly gets stuck as your father's question hurts you, if you didn't miss your loved one.

Thranduil's grip on your arms tightens as he notices your breath catching, he realizes how pained you are by his question.

He continues, "Tell me, didn't you miss him too? Is this how you handle the loss of love, with pain? Alone in misery?"

You don't answer his question.

Then Thranduil decides to trick you. "So you don't care if he has a new partner? Probably a better one than you?"

The idea of him with a new person makes your stomach turn painfully and your heart beats rapidly, your breath catches in your throat and your face freezes, it is the first time he has mentioned this thing.

You can't stand the thought of him with someone else, but you try with all your strength to remain calm and not to panic, and to try not to show him your jealousy and pain.

"what?" You ask softly

"I'm saying that he has surely now moved on and is with another person, maybe even better than you," Thranduil adds as he waits for you to reply and to show at least some reaction.

"He wouldn't do that"

"The more time passes my Son, the more he will find someone else, and they will be happy together, this is what the reality is, he left you and there is nothing to stop him from being happy again."

Thranduil tries to see your reaction and wait for you to show jealousy or anger if you hear this thing.

But instead of anger or jealousy, Thranduil has torn your heart apart " that's not true, he still loves me, he has broken up with me, because he thinks he is not enough for a prince, like me. Because we both thought you would abandoned me" you say weak and your legs give away.

Thranduil is about to become furious and yell out loud, but he notices that the words had a great impact on you, your legs are giving way, and your voice is weak.

His attitude changes and he kneels before you, Thranduil wraps his strong arms around you and lifts your body, holding you tightly in his arms.

"He left you because he thought I would abandon you?"

Thranduil's eyes widen as rage sweeps over him, "How could he think that?"

"there was servant that talked bad about you. Talked about that you hate relationships that have the same gander. You will have cut their heads. He was so scared you would abandon me, he said it would break me to be apart from you and Legolas. I told him, we could run away, we both could live together. But he was against it, he said he was not Worthy of my love, because he is just a simple warrior.

But he cared so much about me, so so much." You finally sob under pain.

Thranduil's eyes fill with rage and he tries to remain calm, his entire body trembles and he holds you tighter, "What do these servants know about us? He said that I hate a relationship if the two are a boy or a girl?"

His voice trembles and his anger is obvious, he asks again, "He left you because he feared that we would abandon you?"

"He was a good man, father. He always cared about me, made sure I didn't exhaust myself.

We did so many things together, so beautiful things. He even helped me to take care of the injured people after the battle. I was so scared that one of the injured ones would die, that he stayed with me there. Helped me to get the things I need to heal them. He did everything for me.”

“This servant made us both scared. What he said sounded plausible, that you hated relationships with the same gender. You have slaughtered a few people because of that.”

“He felt so worthless, not Worthy enough for me to have him. He didn't think you would give him your blessing.

He cried and begged me to stop this relationship with him because it could harm me." You cry quite.

Thranduil is really surprised to hear how much he cared for you and how much he loved you, and how he helped you with the wounded people.

His anger turns to sadness and he squeezes you tighter and asks again, "If that servant didn't exist, this wouldn't have happened? You might have still been together now if it wasn't for this?"

"yeah, I'm sure you would loved him. " You mumble.

Then for a second you remember a lovely memory with your love and your sobs immediately stops and you smile softly.

Thranduil looks at you as long as you smile softly, and he sees your face lighten up when you remember this memory, he leans down to you and asks, "Will you tell me about it?"

He sees his son's pain is going away a little, and he is happy that you are smiling.

"huh? About what" you ask slightly confused.

"The lovely memory you remembered," Thranduil answers with a smile on his face, "You smiled softly when you remembered it, I would like to know what was that lovely memory that made you smile?"

You nod slowly before you with a joyful voice speak "I have told him casually in a subordinate clause that it would be nice to see the stars during the day. A few weeks later, he took me to a small stone cave and in there you could see the stars during the day. I mean, it wasn't really the stars but it was wonderful and we had a picnic." You smile dreamly.

Thranduil's face brightens as he hears your lovely memory and smiles softly, "He really loved you and you him," he says in a warm tone, "He did not let a single moment go by without making you happy."

"He always made me happy. We both were scared, I was scared at some point to tell you of him and I even feared to tell Legolas of him" you mumble sadly.

Thranduil understands that the servant's statements had affected you a lot and had made you afraid to speak, he says, "Well, that servant was a fool, they had no right to interfere in your relationship that way, they caused too much harm," Thranduil continues, "He was a good-hearted and lovely person, you should have told me and Legolas, we would have accepted him and welcomed him into our life."

"The servant is your right hand, Bararod, father. He is one of the teachers that teaches me and Legolas. The words he told were always the same with you, how should I know that this was a lie."

Thranduil is startled to hear this, he is really angry, "Bararod said that?" he continues, "Bararod, who I trusted and had near me most of the time, is the one who said that?"

The expression on Thranduil's face darkens and he looks straight into your eyes, "Did he really say that I hated people who were together with the same gender?"

"He did, he saw me and him hold hands. He told us it was disgusting, he told us you would find it disgusting."

Thranduil's eyes are filled with anger, "He said it was disgusting that you were together? He dared to say that to you?"

Thranduil's voice sounds a little louder as he feels his anger escalating, "He said I would feel disgusted by it? He said I would abandon you because of that?"

Thranduil's eyes flash with rage and he feels like he wants to take his sword from its sheath and tear Barabrod to pieces.

"he did" you mumble as your eyes start to fill with tears again.

Thranduil remains in shock for a moment and then he looks at you with intense anger in his eyes, but when he sees the tears in your eyes, his voice becomes softer, "I swear to you my son that if you had told me about him, there would have been no one to have a problem with this relationship," he says with a calm voice, "I would have accepted him and welcomed him into our family."

"I'm so sorry" you sob.

"Don't be sorry," he says softly, "You are not at fault at all, you did this because you thought that you would harm me, and you did this because of the pressure you had suffered from the servant, you were afraid to tell me about him.

I swear to you that I would have accepted him, my Son, you were wrong in this matter," Thranduil takes you tightly and holds you in his arms, "don't cry," he continues, "I'm here, my Son, I'm here for you."

"I still would have my love, if i wasn't so scared, so stupid" you whimper.

"You're not stupid, my Son," Thranduil says in an understanding and soothing voice, "I'm just upset that you thought the worst about me," he continues, "I would have accepted him, and I would have allowed you to enjoy your relationship without any pain, I swear to you, my sin, do not cry, do not think about what has happened, no one could have interfered in your life and your relationship."

"I do" you nod.

Thranduil nods with a sad face, "Do you know where he is now?"

"no, he has left Mirkwood. We... I have too often seek his present because I watched him from afar and sometimes we ran into each other in a hallway. He always had tears in eyes when I saw him, i had made it so difficult for him because I tried to speak with him, i told him we both could leave Mirkwood, nobody would find us, but he was against it. His tears hurted me so much. And then one day I couldn't find him anywhere, just a little paper in his room that told me that he left Mirkwood for my safety and that he will always love me." Silent tears leave your eyes.

Thranduil was heartbroken when he heard these words, and he couldn't hide the pain on his face, which had become dark and sad, "What is his name, my son? Your love?"

"Ithildriel"

"Ithildriel," Thranduil repeats the words to feel them, and he can't help but think about this name, "And he really left you because he feared for you, my Son? He said he would always love you, but he left you because he was afraid for your safety and did not want to hurt you?"

"He wanted to protect me, Bararod, he told us terrible things about you. He treated us that when he see us together again he would tell it to you and Bararod told us you would kill Ithildriel before my eyes, let me watch. Because you would be so angry" you mumble, your head lays on his shoulder.

Thranduil clenches his fists and his face becomes furious, "I would have killed Ithildriel? In front of you? Bararod made you think I am a monster who will kill the person you love and let you watch this?"

"i... Yeah he has. Bararod still does it, sometimes when he sees me dreaming about Ithildriel or when I'm drawing him, Bararod comes to me and tells me the terrible things you would do to Ithildriel when you would know about us."

Thranduil is really angry and his voice becomes louder and harsher, "That wretched Bararod, he said I would murder Ithildriel in front of you? And he tells you those things to scare and hurt you?"

You nod again.

Thranduil is really furious, and he squeezes you tightly in his arms, "Do you believe those lies?"

Thranduil pauses for a moment and whispers softly, "Did you believe that I was a cruel and angry man who would kill your lover, and let you watch him being killed?"

Your hands cramp around his back as you hold onto your father. " I... I..... I did"

Thranduil's heart sinks into his stomach when he hears you say this, he whispers gently and softly, "Did you believe me to be this cruel, my Son?"

His eyes are full of shock and sadness, yet he tries to stay calm, despite his deep pain, and he holds you more tightly and more lovingly, "Was that what that stupid servant made you believe about me?"

You nod slightly.

Thranduil is very silent, and his heart fills up with sorrow, "You thought I was this cruel and you couldn't tell me about you and Ithildriel," he continues, "You thought that as soon as I know about your relationship I would kill Ithildriel and let you watch him, and you feared that."

Thranduil's voice is slightly breaking as he speaks, it hurts him immensely to hear that you were afraid of him and believed that he was capable of such cruelty.

"I'm so sorry, I know now, you wouldn't do that."

"It's too late now" you cry.

"It is not too late," Thranduil whispers, holding your head gently and speaking in a soft voice, "It is not too late, and it is not your fault."

The moment Thranduil said this, he felt that you were crying more and that your whole body was shaking, he realized that you had been hurt a lot by the whole situation.

"Are you hurt a lot?" he whispers, "Do you still miss him?"

"I miss him so much, father. Every day, every second" you say and finally your last straw breaks and you cry your pain out that you hid the last two years and 3 months.

Thranduil feels your whole body shake and he presses you against his chest trying to calm your intense crying and your body's shaking, he whispers to you, "My Son, it's okay, let it all out, don't hold back your pain anymore."

He lets you cry as much as you need to and holds you tightly in his arms, he rubs your back gently, wishing to ease your pain the best he can.

After a while you fall asleep against your father.

Thranduil feels you becoming calmer and your body relaxing and no longer shaking. He notices that your breathing has become regular as well, and he decides that it is better to let you sleep peacefully in his arms, so he is just rubbing your back and looking at you while you rest on his chest.

He thinks to himself, "Poor Son, he has been hurt a lot. He has been carrying all that by himself and has been afraid to tell me for a long time."

Hours have passed and Thranduil is still holding you in his arms as you sleep peacefully. He looks at you and smiles gently as he watches you sleep peacefully, feeling happy that you have finally stopped crying, and that you are finally calmed and no longer in pain.

But as he looks at you sleeping peacefully and smiling in his arms, he starts wondering about Ithildriel, is he still thinking about you? Is he missing you? Is he missing you the way you're missing him?

The next morning comes and Thranduil sees you have fully relaxed while you slept in your sleep, your face looks healthy and peaceful unlike yesterday's tears and sadness.

Thranduil watches you and he is happy to see you without any sadness on your face. Then Thranduil gently strokes your hair with his hand, wishing to make you wake up peacefully and not be suddenly startled.

"Ithildriel?" You mumble sleepy.

Thranduil's eyes widen in shock when he hears you speak that name and he immediately stops stroking your hair, he looks at you and sees you have started to wake up but you are still drowsy. As soon as you say Ithildriel's name his heart skips a beat and he hopes there is still hope for you to reunite with him.

Thranduil's eyes become more sad, and he says in a soft voice, "No, it's not Ithildriel, it's me, Thranduil."

Your eyes flesh for a second with hurt but then they are normal again " you are still here, father"

Thranduil's heart breaks when he sees the expression of hurt reflected in your eyes for a moment, he knows how much you miss him. He nods with sadness and he answers your words, "Yes, I am still here and I will always be here for you."

"i will never see Ithildriel again, right?" You ask softly and look up at your father.

Thranduil closes his eyes for a moment, feeling his heart drop in his stomach from the pain of hearing your question, and he opens them again and speaks softly and in a sad voice, "No, my Son, I don't think we are going to see him again."

Thranduil's voice chokes with sorrow, he feels like a heavy stone is weighing down his heart now, he can't bear to think about his Son never seeing Ithildriel again.

You simple nod, accepting your sad fate.

Thranduil closes his eyes again for a moment, feeling the sadness that is weighing on his heart, and he opens his eyes again and looks at you, his eyes are full of deep pain about the fact that you will never see Ithildriel again and that you will never reunite with him, which hurts him and tears his heart. He can't bear to see you without Ithildriel.

A few days later, the servant Bararod get punished by your father and he must leave the kingdom.

Timeskip ( A few months later. Thranduil has given Legolas a task and finally he has finished it. Then Thranduil brings you almost excited to a room in the castle.)

Thranduil's face is full of excitement when he brings you into the room, but he also looks very happy and optimistic, and he has a wide smile on his lips. It looks like someone has succeeded at a very difficult and important task, and his face shows he is very happy. He looks straight into your eyes with optimism.

"Why are you so happy, father?" You ask as you walk beside him, follow him.

"I am happy because Legolas has completed the task I had assigned to him a while ago, and I am very excited about what he is going to show you and me at this moment," he answers you with a bright smile when he sees your curious eyes, "Do you want to see what we have been waiting for?"

"waiting for?" You are confused but nod.

Thranduil smiles more happily when he sees that you are curious and interested, then he turns away and opens the big door and gestures for you to go inside.

You look at him surprised, and Thranduil's face is full of excitement and hope as he looks at you, eager for you to discover the secret he has been hiding from you.

You walk inside the room, but you don't see anything.

You turn around to your father, annoying "here is nothing, why are you bringing me to a roo..m..." your breath hitches and you grasp as you see the person standing beside the door.

"Ithildriel?" You choke out.

Thranduil is standing right beside the door to witness the reunion between you and Ithildriel, his heart beats with excitement, and it is hard to keep his deep happiness from breaking down, he is very happy to see the reunion between you and Ithirdriel.

Thranduil looks at you as you see your lover standing there, his heart breaks seeing your reaction to your lover standing there, waiting for you, and you seem too happy to even recognize him. Thranduil is really happy to watch you both reunite.

"i'm dreaming? How... Ithildriel" you are so confused. You see Ithildriel smile lovely at you and step closer to you.

Thranduil smiles as he sees your face expressing surprise when you see Ithildriel, and your eyes fill with tears of joy as he takes a step closer to you, and your lover's face is also expressing the joy he feels towards you.

Thranduil's heart breaks as he watches you both become happy at the reunion, he sees you two happy together and he feels a deep sense of joy and satisfaction, his pain of losing you and your lover starts to become a deep joy.

Ithildriel grab your hands and intertwined your hands together. " Oh my God, you are here, you are really here" you huge him happy, so happy.

Ithildriel's heart is overflowing with joy, and he hugs you tightly, and both of you feel that a heavy weight that has been on your hearts has fallen and that both of you are finally happy again.

Thranduil is watching you both hugging each other in joy and he can't stop watching your faces with a smile that keeps growing wider, feeling so happy and hopeful for you and your lover.

"Ithildriel " you say lovely and look in his eyes. your hand softly move a strand of his beautiful black hair out of his face.

Ithildriel is also looking at you lovingly and the moment he sees you take a strand of hair and move it away from his face, he looks at you lovingly and he smiles with the same love and gentleness that has always been present between you and him.

"I have missed you so much, i never have forgotten you."

Ithildriel smiles as he hears your words and his eyes are filled with love again, he answers you softly, "I have also missed you so much and I have never forgotten you either, you are always in my thoughts and my heart."

#lord of the rings #the hobbit #thranduil x you #thranduil of mirkwood #thranduil x male reader #Thranduil #Thranduil father #Father Thranduil #lotr #Love #happy ending au

[rayshippouuchiha]

ray you can't just tease coffee shop detective aideku au

ray please

i have a need

See the thing is, Shouta doesn't like change.

He's honestly rather notorious in the auto-immune disease he calls his social circle for not liking change.

He likes things neat, orderly, and above all else logical.

Which is hilarious on a number of levels considering he left his perfectly logical job with the force to be a private detective and his schedule is, in general, made up entirely of too long nights, bad decisions, and surviving off of jelly packets and questionable takeout.

He's got the most chaotic general schedule out of most everyone he knows which is honestly saying a lot.

The only reason why his apartment/office is neat and orderly is that in all the years he's lived/worked in this building he never got around to furnishing it with anything but the barest of basics.

A fact which Hizashi and Nemuri both still make it a point to get onto him about. As for Tensei, well Tensei's been attempting to forcefully front him the money to buy out the rest of the building for a number of years now. Especially since old lady Kinato finally retired to the countryside last fall and none of her numerous grandchildren, or possible Triad connections, wanted to take up her dim sum place or keep her apartment. Tensei's been inches away from shoving the money down Shouta's throat since the rest of the building finally freed itself up. Money that Shouta has, of course, always refused to take.

Which is a move that has, apparently, finally come back to haunt him.

Because Shouta doesn't know a single thing about whoever it is that's moving into the second-floor apartment or renovating the ground-floor restaurant space.

What he does know is that he wants them dead.

Because he's not gotten a decent days sleep in over a month now. From basically sun up to sun down it's all loud construction, power tools whirling, and music playing. Never loud enough to disturb the rest of the street but still eardrum busting loud through the thin walls and floors that separate Shouta from the absolute chaos that's apparently happening down there.

And there's not even any peace at night either. Because even if the construction stops on the ground floor at a legally reasonable hour Shouta still has to deal with hearing his new downstairs neighbor getting settled into their apartment.

Shouta has thoughts and opinions about both their shitty taste in pop music and the fact that they, apparently, can't decide on where their furniture needs to be since they keep dragging it around their apartment every single night.

So, yeah, if Shouta's new problem neighbor was to take a long walk off a short pier sometime soon Shouta probably wouldn't even blink. Unless, of course, someone paid him to investigate the disappearance. Then he'd find the pier and the body, and then maybe actually get some sleep again.

But, beyond wishing absent harm on a faceless stranger, Shouta doesn't really pay all that much attention to what's going on in the rest of the building. He takes the fire escape outside his bedroom window to and from the ground level like he always has, he rarely ever approaches the building from any direction that's not the back alley (or occasionally the sewer but the less said about that the better), and he's grown used to practicing willful ignorance about certain aspects of his neighborhood ever since he watched old lady Kinato break a guy's kneecaps once with a tea tray and not even blink.

(Especially since Hizashi was absolutely terrified of her but she always doted on Shouta and gave him free dim sum whenever they crossed paths. He honestly kind of misses her even if she is still sending him care packages and seems convinced he'll die if someone doesn't shove food at him at least once a month.)

Shouta's willfully ignoring the comings and goings in his building honestly isn't all that much of an issue. At least, not until he remembers he really should get around to checking his own mail again before the post lady calls in a wellness check on his apartment. Again.

So, sunglasses firmly in place, Shouta makes a point to head to the front of the building where the rusty and undoubtedly tetnus-filled mailboxes are kept for the building.

Once he gets there Shouta immediately notices three things.

One, it looks as if the dim sum place has become some sort of coffee shop which says promising things for Shouta's future.

Two, the previously rusty mailboxes have been cleaned up and someone has even taken the time to plant small flowers around the base of the structure.

And three, someone is actively in the process of stealing his mail. Which, in general, Shouta doesn't actually care about but it's the principle of the matter.

For a moment Shouta just stands there and watches as whoever this is empties out Shouta's previously locked mailbox and shoves Shouta's mail into the canvas bag they're carrying.

"Mail theft is punishable by a fine and possibly detention depending on the severity of the crime," Shouta finally speaks up.

There's a yelp, a few pieces of the mail currently being pulled from Shouta's box go flying, and the thief whirls around to face him.

Shouta suddenly finds himself staring into wide green eyes over plump freckled cheeks.

"Oh," green eyes says, face flushed and the hand not carrying a bag full of what's technically Shouta's property coming up to press against his heart, envelopes and all, "you scared me."

"Committing a crime should be scary," Shouta can't help but say even though he knows that's often very much not the case.

"I-I'm not stealing anything," the denial comes quickly then. "I live here."

So Shouta's new neighbor, one Midoriya, I. if the new tag on the box Shouta can see over his shoulder is anything to go by, is both a disturber of the peace and a thief. Good to know.

"Even if you do," Shouta points out, "that's still not your mail."

"I'm just cleaning it up!" Midoriya's eyes have gone wide in distress and there's a hint of red on those cheeks. "My upstairs neighbor is dead."

,,,

"No," Shouta finds himself saying slowly. "He's not."

"Yes he is!" Midoriya insists. "Granny Kinato said my upstairs neighbor was a corpse and I should take care of things around here once I moved in. I wanted to find their next of kin."

Shouta squeezes his eyes shut behind his shades and resolves himself to sending old lady Kinato a strongly worded text the next time he gets a chance.

"I promise you he's very much not dead," Shouta says as he reaches up to push his sunglass up to rest in his hair. "And I'd know since I'm Aizawa Shouta, and the last time I checked I was still mostly not a corpse. What I am, however, is both your neighbor and the guy whose mail you're currently stealing."

Midoriya looks down at one of the envelopes clutched in his hand, twists a bit to look back at the mailbox behind him, and then turns to look at Shouta again with quickly dawning horror.

"You want to see some I.D?" Shouta can't help but ask.

There's a sound not unlike a hissing tea kettle, the bag Midoriya was holding is practically launched at Shouta's face, and Midoriya is practically sprinting away from him, face red and what sounds a lot like a stream of jumbled apologies training through the air behind him.

Shouta stands there for a minute, more than a bit bemused.

It's honestly not the worst first meeting he's ever had in his life.

#Double Cupped Up AU #AiDeku #RayRambles #BnHA #MHA

[themultifandomgal]

Matt Casey- Fight For Us Pt1 (rewritten)

YN and Matt have been married now for 5 years. They have a little girl together who is the spitting image of YN, but has her dads mannerisms . They love one another, they truly do, but after their best friend Andy Darden died they drifted apart. YN Andy and Severide all went to school together. They've known each other since kindergarten and been best friends since. Matt really struggled with the loss of his Andy, blamed himself for his death, your best friends death, which led to pushing his wife away.

Things have been getting better for the pair and for the first time in 2 months they are finally in a good place again. Of course they're both still dealing with the loss of one of their best friends but they know that together they will get through it.

"I wish you and Kelly would sort out what's going on between you both" I sigh washing up the breakfast bowels while mine and Matts 5 year old daughter is getting ready for school

"Yeah well he's blaming me for Andy's death"

"I know and I'll speak with him, but we were best friends. All wanted to go through the academy together. If it wasn't for my asthma I wouldn't be a paramedic"

"The best paramedic" I pass the bowels to Matt to dry and raise my eyebrows

"Dont change the subject. Look all I'm saying is Kelly is angry, upset, hell we all are, but he needs to blame someone and if it's not you it will be himself. At least you can take it"

"Momma I'm ready" Ella calls from the hallway

"I'm coming" I call back "I'll drop Ella off at school. I'll see you in a bit" I peck Matt on the lips and turn to move, but before I can get to our daughter he pulls me back to him

"We're good aren't we?" he asks looking into my eyes

"Course we are" I give him another kiss then leave the house with Ella.

Almost immediately after I arrive at the firehouse we're on a call, a huge car accident has happened. I run over to one car where there's a little girl inside just a little older than Ella

"Hi sweetie I'm YN. Can you tell me your name?" I ask

"Madeline"

"Ok, listen, Madeline, I want you to see if you can

turn your head toward me" the little girl does as I ask. She has a huge gash on the side of her head. Once the mom is out I jump into the car through the drivers side "hey, your going to be ok"

"It's dumping gas" mouch shouts as the car in front starts to flam. Madeline starts to whimper

"We're ok. Look my partners coming now to help me get you out" Leslie opens up the door and starts to move the little girl out

"Wait. Her jugular" I take out my stethoscope "Muffled heart sounds.It's Becks triad" I give Leslie a worried look as she picks Madeline up

"Come on, sweetie" Leslie puts Madeline in the back of the ambo. I jump in with her while Leslie shuts the doors and speeds towards Med.

Thankfully we get her to the hospital in time.

"Was the little girl ok?" Ella asks

"Yes luckily she was"

"My momma and daddy are superhero's" this makes me chuckle. I glance at her in the mirror, she's sat in her car seat swinging her feet with a huge smile on her face. I pull up the the fire house when Ella asks "will grandpa be here?"

"Yes angel he will" I reply turning the car off and jumping out. I open up the car door and help her out of her seat

"And daddy?"

"Yes and daddy and uncle Kelly"

"Daddy and uncle Kelly don't like each other any more. Why?" Ella asks taking my hand in hers as we walk past the trucks

"They do like each other, it's just their jobs make it a little harder to be friends. Remember Kelly was my best friend before I met daddy"

"And uncle Andy" she stops and points to a picture we now have up of him. I lift her up into my arms

"Yes and uncle Andy"

"I miss him momma"

"I know, so do I. And. So does uncle Kelly and daddy. Which is why they are having a little argument now" I place a kiss on her forehead when I hear a familiar voice

"YN you best hurry up, Casey's cooking" Severide says smiling with hands on his hips

"Uncle Kelly!" Ella practically jumps out of my arms and into her godfathers arms

"You hungry little one?"

"Yes! Momma can we have some food?"

"Yes angle. Course we can" I follow behind Severide and see Matt behind the kitchen counters. Dad, also known as chief Boden gets up from the table and walks over to me giving me a hug "hi dad"

"I'll bring a plate over for you and one for Ella" Matt says to me grabbing 3 plates. Severide places Ella down and she runs holding my dads hands to sit next to him. I then watch the awkward interaction between Severide and my husband. Not only is Matt blaming himself for Andy's death, but so is my best friend. I look over at my dad for some guidance, but he just sighs and gives me a small smile

"I bet uncle Andy would have wanted us to all be friends" the room falls silent. Trust the child to make everyone uncomfortable. I watch as Severide takes an orange and walk out of the room "momma did I upset uncle Kelly"

"No angel. He'll be ok"

Later that evening were called out during the night to a building fire. Matt and Herrmann both are knocked out during their search but thankfully Kelly manages to get them both out with the help of the others. So the rest of our shift was spent in the emergency room waiting to hear how Herrmann is doing since he was worse off.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #matt casey x oc #matt casey imagine #matt casey x reader #matt casey #Matt Casey x wife #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire

[dropout-if]

hi izzy! i have a question. how does kai [in the triad, i bet they dont care in the v ] about mc being j's favorite. and how does uma - in the polyam - feel about being travis'? ty! loving what you do.

I actually don't think Kai would be all that bothered! They're rational enough to understand MC and Jay have history and that there's no way for them to change that. Kai would probably find it amusing and a bit ridiculous to play favorites too dksjdja

While there are moments where Kai feels deeply alienated from their partners' bond, it wouldn't take a lot of effort to convince them that they belong there too, honestly.

They find their own dynamic with J very comforting too (and are very self-aware that pissing them off won't get them in J's good graces gjjsjs).

As for Uma! They'd probably feel terrible nfjsjfs Travis isn't like J, he wouldn't ever admit to playing favorites (whereas J would just go "Yeah I'm team MC any day every day" no hesitation fjajdna). But Uma notices and they wouldn't ever want MC to feel displaced in any way shape or form.

Uma would try to push Travis and MC together! They love seeing the two of them interact no matter what they're doing^^ In Uma's mind, the three of them have always been an equal team and they're going to fight tooth and nail to get that back again.

#delete later izzy reminder

[cassynite]

6. and 22. And 39. For Sparrow please! 🥺

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Flexible, easily. Laws are just systematized power structures, and people in power are neither always right nor always good. It's often easier to work within the parameters of the law and Sparrow doesn't have interest in bucking against them for its own sake, but she will work against the spirit of the law or against the law entirely to help those she cares about.

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Sparrow internalizes jealousy a lot! She often instinctively doesn't see people she loves as 'hers' or at least hers permanently, so she considers someone she loves showing interest in another a failure on her part to make them stay. She probably wouldn't confront either of them about it, but rather either try and find the cause of why this newcomer is preferred to fix what she had done, or (if she trusts the person) understand it might be her own insecurities speaking and if there was actually an issue her partner would talk to her about it instead of finding someone else behind her back. If it's just a case of her own feelings she doesn't want to upset anyone by implying she doesn't trust the person she loves, and if it's a genuine issue she doesn't want to mitigate their happiness by demanding their affections be reserved for her only. I think if it got very bad or obvious there's infidelity she would confront her partner just to get things out in the open, though Sparrow is very bad about leaving on her end once she's committed.

It's also important to mention that if there's clear communication Sparrow is open to being in a polyamorous relationship, even if it's a triad situation. Again, she would not want to stop someone she loved from loving another because she's aware that there's room in the heart for more than one, and if jealousy does arise Sparrow would work on strengthening her trust relationships rather than taking it out on others.

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

For most, it's a neutral assessment. Are the flaws going to pose a danger to herself, what she's doing, or people she cares about? Then she accepts them as necessary evils. If they are going to do any of those things, though, she holds no tolerance and either cuts off the person or eliminates the threat (RIP Camellia).For people she cares about though? Anything and everything is acceptable once they've hit that trust and love threshold. She is devoted above all things, even if she really really shouldn't be. I think it would take something incredibly extreme, or for the flaw to pose a critical danger to someone she loved, for her not to either ignore it or accept it because it's the person she cares about who has it.

#cassy answers #dmagedgoods #oc: sparrow #thanks so much! the jealousy one in particular had me thinking a lot #pwotr pals