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slythering-snake-boys · 1 year

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It's Been Awhile Ch. 1

Characters: Sebastian Sallow x Reader/MC

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Warnings: some fluff, some angst

You exhaled the moment you reached the bustling platform, seeing the train you were supposed to board, along with so many unfamiliar faces passing by. The loud chatter, yells and damp weather left you feeling drained. Hopefully, it'd clear up later and your destination would also be lucky to have good weather. You had been lucky to have many pleasant days at Hogwarts as a student. And it had been at least 5 years since you'd graduated from Hogwarts. You kept wondering, when had the time gone by?

It felt as if it was only yesterday when you were bursting through the doors of the Great Hall with Professor Fig, on your way to being sorted into a house. And now, you were already going to your first reunion.

"Miss, the train leaves in a few minutes. Would you like me to get you anything before you depart?" Your assistant, Elmer, asked you with a smile on his face, startling you out of your thoughts before you turned to see him smiling at you expectantly.

Ever since you'd started working at the Goblin Liaison Office, you'd been swamped with work: papers, diplomatic meetings with goblins, formal parties to attend and strengthen relations etc. And so, you needed an assistant to help you manage everything properly. And Elmer had turned out to be exactly what you needed.

"No, Elmer, thank you. I appreciate it, but you should go home. I'm sure your little sister misses you terribly. And I'll be fine on my own, no worries. I'll be seeing you in a few days, anyway." You smiled at him, seeing him smile back before he looked around. The platform was now even more packed with people running to say their goodbyes and greet their loved ones, yells still ringing out, and baggage and trolleys full of people's belongings being carried back and forth. It was chaos and you knew the Hogsmeade station would be the same when you'd arrive. You wondered if you'd meet anyone at the same time you arrived and if yes, who? Part of you could only hope-

The whistle announcing the boarding snapped you out of your reverie. "All aboard! All aboard, ladies and gentlemen!" The train conductor's loud voice boomed across the hustle and bustle of other witches and wizards and you turned to Elmer.

"Take care and have fun, okay? Don't forget to wish your sister all the best. It's her wedding, after all." You hugged him and felt him hug you back.

"Of course, I will. You have fun as well, Miss. Watch out so those Hogwarts folk don't try to give you a teacher's position there. They probably would try." You laughed and shook your head.

"I'd miss you too much." He smiled brightly, his curly hair bouncing as he chuckled. "I'll see you soon. Take care."

"You, too! Have a safe trip! Bring me something from Honeydukes!" He yelled as you stepped inside the train, laughing and shaking your head in amusement.

You walked along the corridor, searching for your cabin until you found it, then took a seat and put your bag in your lap, sighing as you looked outside. You were facing the other train that was just arriving, which was a shame since you would've liked to wave at Elmer one more time before you departed, but you only sighed instead.

You were by yourself in the cabin and somehow felt relieved. Some people would recognise you and start asking questions when they saw you on the street, especially since you'd now become the face of diplomatic relations between wizard kind and goblin kind. Some would be appreciative, others disgusted. You'd learned how to deal with both, though you preferred the former, naturally. Knowing there were others who wanted to have better relations with other beings and species made you feel as if you weren't alone and it was possible to achieve.

You thought of Elmer and everything else that had happened. He was just a little younger than you but eager to help and learn. You'd thanked your lucky stars for him applying because he'd been helping you deal with the large amount of work when it became too much for you. He was also one of the few who currently knew about your little side interest in Ancient Magic, which didn't go away either. He'd always help you declutter your schedule so you had enough time to also do your research on your unique inheritance.

After ending your fight with Ranrok using Ancient Magic, you'd really taken an interest in its potential to not only help you develop into a better witch but to also research it and maybe find a way to use it without any repercussions. You had managed to talk with the Keepers and ask them as much as possible about its power and the repository, while also assuring them that you wouldn't go against their word if they expressly forbid you from going further. You had, after all, sworn to keep it a secret forever and became one of the Keepers as well. It wasn't just a promise to yourself, but also to Professor Fig, whom you still missed dearly.

You opened your bag, rummaging a little before taking out a little notebook that you opened to your most recent notes. There were a number of letters tucked in between them that you sometimes read. You smiled as you looked at the names written on them, all of them kept safe and reminding you of the adventures you had had as a student. You'd received a few letters from some of your former classmates since the announcement of your reunion a few weeks prior: from Natty, Poppy, Garreth, Amit, Imelda... Even Ominis. But there had been nothing from Sebastian. You sighed sadly, feeling a bit conflicted.

You had drifted quite a bit after the events that took place during your fifth-year. And you hadn't really seen him and Ominis talking that much either, unless they were paired in classes. You tried your best to keep your relations with them friendly, though you were never really a trio like you used to be - something that broke your heart, though you were sure the boys felt the same, especially knowing that they had both been friends long before you met them.

Somehow, you still felt guilty that it was because of you that their friendship was ruined. No matter how hard you had tried to dissuade Sebastian from diving deeper into Dark Magic, it was as if he didn't hear either of you. And you being able to wield Ancient Magic had only seemed to spur him on and try harder to find a cure for Anne and ways to better understand the Dark Arts. You really wondered if Anne's curse really was his only reason or if it was also an excuse. But it was just water under the bridge. You knew the twins hadn't spoken to one another since that fateful day when everything changed.

Solomon's death was still a heavy weight on your mind, along with Anne's curse, which had been your primary reason for your research. Speaking of Anne, she was better, thanks to a brilliant doctor at St. Mungo's who had been studying curses and found a way to alleviate not only the pain but also their effects on the body. At least, that's what Ominis had told you in his most recent letter. There had been no word of Sebastian from him and you didn't dare ask either.

You smiled as you reread the letters for the nth time that week. It was weird to think that you were all adults now, with jobs and so many things to do.

Natty had become a Lead Auror, which honestly didn't surprise you one bit. You only hoped she didn't worry her mother as much as she did when you fought with Harlow during your fifth-year, though you had a feeling her mother was always going to be worried. You still shuddered at the thought of her taking the Cruciatus Curse in your stead, remembering the awful feelings you experienced when Sebastian had cast it on you since you couldn't mean it. You sighed and shook your head. You planned on treating her to a couple of Butterbeers this year as well as thanks. It had become some sort of tradition whenever you'd be able to meet up with her.

Poppy had decided to work in multiple sub-departments for the Ministry's Beast Division - apparently, she was a force to be reckoned with when it came to poachers, but the sweetest thing when she encountered any beast. You knew that the centaurs had come to respect her greatly, especially because of Dorran's faith in her after you three had managed to rescue the Golden Snidgets. She had become a spokeswoman for the benefits of collaborating with the Centaurs in protecting beasts, something that made you smile in obvious pride.

Garreth ended up becoming an Exotic Symbol Analyst, which he said was not only interesting but allowed him to travel and gather different potion ingredients. His passion for making weird concoctions still hadn't faded and it amused you to no end, especially when you remembered all the times he had to stay behind and clean the Potions classroom. You hoped he had become better over the years or at least had a safe space for his experiments to blow up and not hurt anyone. Maybe he'd one day collaborate with Sirona or Honeydukes to sell his inventions.

Amit had become an Astronomy professor at Hogwarts after being Professor Shah's teacher's assistant and studying the constellations. You also knew that he'd managed to befriend the few Goblins you recommended him to so he could finally improve his Gobbledegook. You hoped he'd talk to you and you could test him since you yourself had had to learn it for your job and had become quite good at it.

Ominis had become Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic. His father and mother had insisted on him becoming even more, but he had refused. Unfortunately, his parents had made it hard for him to get a job anywhere else, the name Gaunt striking fear in most.

Even if he was an adult, between him and the rest of his family, most people feared and listened to them instead of him. So he was momentarily stuck there with Spavin, who was apparently a talking void that said much but understood nothing. Remembering Professor Fig's words about the current Minister, you weren't really surprised, but you did feel sorry for Ominis. Though it wasn't always so bad, as he had told you on a lighter note. Ominis knew all the gossip going around and even started his own or fanned the flames, much to your amusement. He hadn't changed much in that regard since your time at Hogwarts.

Imelda had, naturally, become the Quidditch Captain and Chaser, specifically for the Ilkley Quidditch team. She was busy scoring points for the team, organising trials and training sessions, besides many more activities. And no wonder, seeing as her flying skill was almost unmatched and she had led her team further than ever before thanks to her drive to win. They were one opportunity away from competing with some of the biggest Quidditch teams in the world. And you believed she was able to get them there.

You sighed and put the letters back, jotting down a few more notes for your research later when you'd be back in the safety of your home. You'd learned how to Apparate to the Map Chamber in order to check on the repository and check in with the Keepers now and then. It was pretty uncomfortable to go there due to all the memories, especially the very first few times when you were still learning how to Apparate properly. You remembered how close you were to throwing up the very first time you went there after your final fight. The emotional damage and Professor Fig's death still haunted you and probably would continue to for the remainder of your life.

You put your notebook back in your bag and settled in, watching the outside scenery through the wide window. The greenery and the rarely-seen blue sky were a nice welcome after the dreary weather you'd had for the past couple of weeks of being stuck inside writing reports. But it had been worth it because you had managed to allow Goblins to teach Gobbledegook in a number of schools as an extracurricular activity. It had become strangely popular amongst children, who found it weird and funny at the same time. Even some adults had heard about it and insisted on classes being organised outside schools and focused on 'Business Gobbledegook' for those who were interacting with goblins for business purposes.

Your mind momentarily cleared of everything related to work and you only looked at the world beyond the glass silently and thoughtfully. With a swish of your hand, the window opened a crack and you heard and felt the wind as it blew, causing you to sink back into your seat and close your eyes.

If you focused enough, you could almost hear the birds singing and the sound of Lacewing Flies, sense the smell still wafting from Honeydukes and feel the taste of Butterbeer on your tongue... Then the warmth against your hand that seemed almost too nervous to go beyond and capture your fingers together before they almost acted of their own volition. Those brown eyes and those freckles made you involuntarily smile as you remembered the Sebastian in front of you at that time.

"What is it? Did you get a bad one? What was it? Earwax?" You laughed as you nodded towards the almost empty box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Sebastian's slight frown dissipated as his cheeks reddened immediately and he shook his head, looking away from you.

"What? N-No, it was Bacon..." He responded almost defensively, trying not to let his voice crack at being caught staring at you. His eyes quickly darted to your hand that was currently playing with the wrappers of some toffees you'd bought from Honeydukes. The two of you were seated in a quiet corner at the Three Broomsticks, enjoying some Butterbeer and sweets after a surprise quiz from Professor Sharp, which you managed to ace, despite trying to distract each other as subtly as possible.

"Seb, hey... Is something wrong?" You asked him when you noticed how unusually quiet he was, lowering your head a little to catch his gaze. You smiled reassuringly and saw him smile back nervously before he breathed in and straightened his back in a show of confidence, despite his red cheeks.

"Can I tell you something?" You nodded, eyes brimming with curiosity.

"Of course, you can. Anything and anytime." He nodded and breathed in, his cheeks getting even redder.

"I like you. More than a friend. For quite a while." Your eyes widened in surprise before a smile took over your lips almost immediately.

"You do?" Sebastian nodded and you decided to grab his hand, holding it reassuringly. "Well then, Mr Sallow, aren't you lucky? It appears I like you more than a friend as well." You were nervous as you spoke, but knowing that your crush wasn't one-sided anymore gave you a boost of confidence, enough to confess your feelings for the boy.

Sebastian laughed, squeezing your hand back, his eyes shining with joy while you mirrored him. He hesitated to envelop your hand completely, his fingers twitching on top of your skin in a barely perceptible way. Despite his obvious nervousness, his fingers soon intertwined with your own, slotting your hands together. His hand was bigger and warmer than yours, making butterflies erupt into a frenzied flight inside your stomach. It felt right and you couldn't hide your smile.

"I think another round of Butterbeer is in order." He grinned at you and you felt your heart pick up its pace as you returned his smile, neither of you unable to smother it down even if you tried.

You opened your eyes, a sea of trees stretching out below and the sky, which was now dark and cloudy, showing sure signs of rain. You were getting close to Hogsmeade Station by the looks of it. You stretched, stifling a yawn with your hand. You couldn't remember falling asleep at all. You must've been more tired than you had thought.

It wasn't long before the train arrived and you picked up your luggage, navigating through throngs of people as the rain was gradually picking up. You finally managed to exit the station, only to see a Thestral-drawn carriage waiting. A man holding an umbrella was waiting anxiously, keeping his distance from the Thestral as much as possible, looking around at the thinning crowd. When he saw you, he beckoned you over. You thought it was weird since you hadn't told anyone when you'd arrive. You gripped the handle of your conjured umbrella and started walking towards the carriage. The rain was downright pouring and it had gotten colder, your frame lightly shivering whenever the wind blew strongly.

"Miss MC?" A man, who seemed to be a local, asked when you approached. You nodded, caressing the wet Thestral gently as it only came closer for more affection. You had missed the Thestrals around there - they reminded you of the ones you'd managed to rescue years before. You saw the man gulp and were left wondering if he could see the gentle but often misunderstood creature or if he was scared of it. "The school has sent the carriage to pick you up."

"Oh, have they now? Thank you and I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Here, for your trouble." You looked into your wallet quickly before handing him a few Galleons. The man was shocked and tried to refuse, but you insisted until he smiled and nodded, going to the nearest Floo Network and leaving.

You looked back at the Thestral who was looking at you and you caressed it again before getting inside. A shiver ran through you and you sneezed, but then you let out a sigh of relief at finally being out of the driving rain and only a few minutes away from your destination. You relaxed against the soft cushion before swishing your wand, causing the carriage to jolt the tiniest bit. Just as it started moving, the door suddenly flung open and you pointed your wand towards it, heart pounding in panic.

"Whoa, easy there!" That voice... You slowly put your wand down and saw the figure stepping inside, closing the door as he sat on the opposite side from you, his black raincoat noisily moving along with his body. The owner sighed and leaned back, breathing heavily with his hood covering the upper half of his face. You watched his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed, seeing the barely visible remnants of a stubble, probably from shaving too hastily. Then, as if suddenly remembering he wasn't alone, he sat up straight and took his hood off. Despite expecting it, your breath still hitched in your throat as your eyes met those familiar chocolate brown ones.

"Sebastian..." His name was familiar on your tongue but left a multitude of tastes behind. You felt conflicted as to which one was the strongest.

#bomi's stuff #iba series #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x mc #hogwarts legacy x you #hogwarts legacy x reader

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ff-ask-cattendant · 4 years

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I wonder how close Coffee has come to Falling. All those years being hated as the ‘Devil’s Drink’ can’t be good for someone, especially if his Attendant died because of it.

#food fantasy #ff coffee #mod musings #half baked ideas #open for discussion #all aboard the angst train folks #i made an au based around this concept a year ago #nearly everyone has fallen and instead of summoning souls you become a fallen angel wrangler #chocolate was a multi-eyed ring and bifty was a dragon #also whiskey was an accident

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sunday-alex · 4 years

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Of Deals And Traumatic Conversations

Story Summary

The foundation of their relationship was a deal. Ryuji helps Makoto get stronger, and she helps him with his school work. It wasn't supposed to get this complicated. As the deals become more serious, things get far more out of hand than they both expect. For better or for worse, they're tied to each other.

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Chapter 13: Pity Party

Mild spoilers for Persona 5 below:

October turns into a blur for Makoto after hanging out with Ann and Haru. A few days after, Haru's father dies on live television while confessing his crimes. It startles everyone, leaving some more confused than others on what they're actually doing. After a long meeting, everyone agrees to stay on board, even Haru.

The first time Makoto sees Haru in a dark color is at the funeral. She'd texted Makoto early in the morning, inviting her last minute to the funeral after school. Despite having a full day of school and planning ahead of her, she agrees. Makoto didn't exactly have anything appropriate for a funeral but opted to wear a black dress shirt and slacks. When she's picked up in a dark limo, she's greeted by a quiet Haru.

The rest of the day is uncomfortable. She stands next to Haru, who is not given the choice to say anything about her father. The honors go to his business partners, and unfortunately, Sugimura. It's much shorter than she expects, and the entire time, Makoto doesn't say a word. It wasn't her place, and she needed to help her friend.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" Makoto says in the limo ride back. Haru, mostly silent as well up until that point, closes her eyes.

"Sugimura." Haru says plainly. "I would like to take him down. He still seems keen on the wedding, and my father did not cancel the contract before…" She stops herself.

Catch up from the beginning here

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#persona 5 fanfiction #persona 5 royal #persona 5 #ryuji x makoto #ryuji sakamoto #makoto niijima #ryukoto #we're halfway there folks #all aboard the angst train

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webbedsight · 5 years

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hot take: maybe we shouldn’t headcanon otis as ace because the show is implying that his issues with sex stem from a traumatic experience when he was a child and a continuously difficult relationship with sex since. because it could kinda perpetuating the idea that ace people can be “fixed” (if he changes in season 2) or that their sexuality stems from trauma.

#all aboard the angst train #otis milburn #sex education #i get why people want to do this #bc i thought the same in the first few eps #but i think its more harmful than headcanon #after watching the whole thing #but im also not a be all end all #i think its more fun to headcanon anwar #or maybe even ola #as ace #but thats just my opinion folks!

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magdove · 6 years

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Unexpected Results, Pg 5

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#overwatch #moira #moira o'deorain #mercy #angela ziegler #moicy #mag arts #here we go folks one more page left #all aboard the angst train #ill punch your ticket

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duskandstarlight · 3 years

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Embers & Light (Chapter 43)

Notes: Hop aboard the angst train, folks. This chapter has been a long time coming. I suppose Nessian are always a couple that take two steps forwards and one step back. Here they take a lot of steps back, but it's all necessary. They finally address what's between them and magic flies. I promise I'm not just throwing this conflict at you guys for story, it's integral to the plot! Weirdly, their anger was cathartic to write? It felt good to get it all out, even if it hurt!

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And an update will be coming in two weeks time (10 Oct)...

Chapter 43 Nesta

Cassian’s voice was a soft, rumbling caress in Nesta’s ear. “Do you want to go back to the bungalow?”

Blinking, Nesta half-turned her neck to indicate that she’d heard him, but the truth of it was that she had been too lost in thought. Ever since her lantern had disappeared over the arc of the waterfall, where the river kissed the mountain wall’s careening drop, she’d been somewhere else. Blindly, she’d followed Cassian down the mossy steps worn into the mountain, until they were yet again back in the heart of the valley.

Suddenly, the crowds were too loud—piercing the steady beat of her reflection. Nesta had finally said goodbye to her father and whilst she felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest, she couldn’t get rid of the emotion that swelled in her chest—up her throat.

Fingers brushed her shoulder. It was a conservative gesture—usually Cassian would touch her cheek. Couldn’t seem to get enough of the sensation of her skin beneath his callouses. “Nesta?”

It took effort to tether herself to her surroundings rather than her swirling thoughts. “Home?” she asked absent-mindedly. It took a while for his words to sink in, and when they did, she shook her head in response. She didn’t want the roar of the wind as she rode on Sala. She just wanted silence. Calm. “Not really.”

“I know somewhere quiet,” Cassian offered, waving a hand towards the forest which stood at the mouth of the valley. “It’s not far.”

“Ok,” Nesta agreed, and in moments she was safe in his arms, tucked tightly against the warmth of his chest.

Cassian shielded them as they flew, the gem at his heart pulsing softly with scarlet light until Nesta couldn’t scent the rush of the wind, only the comforting blanket of pine and musk.

They landed in a peaceful clearing where moss lay like a spongy, grassy carpet. The fireflies were fewer here, but they still cloaked the tree trunks, the boulders and the meandering river full of bobbing lanterns.

As soon as Cassian dropped his shield, the fireflies gathered to Nesta as if they were moths and she a beacon of light.

“No,” Nesta commanded softly, wishing them to grant her space. And they obeyed, lifting from her clothing to hang above them—a suspended speckle of lights interweaving with the stars.

Nesta felt Cassian’s gaze on her like a physical touch, but she only wandered into the heart of the open space and sat down on the forest floor. Sala flopped to Nesta’s side with an appreciative groan, tucking her head into Nesta’s lap. The gesture was familiar and so soothing that Nesta buried her fingers into the manticore’s ruff, in thanks, as she lay back until her body was flush with the moss.

Above her, the canopy of trees parted to provide a startlingly beautiful view of the night sky. The soft pad of feet and the rustle of wings alerted Nesta to Cassian’s presence, but she just stared upwards. Didn’t think too hard on how his body provided warmth as he sat beside her and propped himself back on a muscular arm.

In fact, Nesta didn’t know how long they sat there in companionable silence as they processed their goodbyes. Nesta didn’t ask whose soul Cassian had set free and he didn't ask her, because that’s how they worked. They allowed each other space. Did not press one another for an insight the other might not be ready to give up.

It was that understanding that allowed Nesta’s thoughts to slide from her father to the stars. As always, she’d searched for pareho the moment she’d laid down. The twin stars were still radiant, their orbit so clear it was if someone had dipped a paintbrush into stardust and connected Enalius and Oya with an ellipse.

“If the Gods existed before the Cauldron, how are Oya and Enalius pareho?” Nesta asked, her hushed words brushing the air around them. She hadn’t realised she was going to speak, hadn’t checked herself. She was that relaxed, her bones all but melted away until they merged with her blood. So comfortable in Cassian’s presence that she'd forgotten everything that had happened earlier.

She didn’t realise the repercussions of her words—where she was leading them—until it was too late. “I thought you had to be mates to have a pareho bond?”

Mates, mates, mates. A flutter of panic rose within her, like the feeble flap of a moth’s wings, but Nesta trapped it quickly beneath a metallic claw. It was just a question. It didn’t mean anything.

Even so, that panic gave a sudden thrash, struggling at Cassian’s stunned silence.

Something bristled inside of Cassian, even as he didn’t move. In the corner of her eye, Nesta could see how his expression tensed until it became granite—fixed.

“That’s a very good question,” he replied eventually, his voice a clouded rasp from not having spoken for so long, “and not one I’ve contemplated before. Most of what we know exists in legend. Perhaps Oya and Enalius aren’t mates at all.”

Nesta frowned. That didn’t make sense, because if Oya and Enalius weren’t mates then they couldn’t be pareho. And it annoyed her that Cassian bowed to the Cauldron’s supremacy over his Old Gods. Believed undoubtedly that a mating bond hailed from something so cruel.

“Or perhaps the mating bond doesn’t have anything to do with the Cauldron at all,” she countered coldly as she rolled her head to the side to survey him. She did her best to keep the frost out of her bite—and the hope.

But when Cassian’s head snapped to look down at her she knew that she had failed. There was a wild apprehension in his eyes, like an animal caught in a snare. The expression was kindling to her firing nerves. It was identical to the way he’d looked at her earlier when they’d landed in Empyr, as if he was waiting for her to stomp all over his heart.

Everything that had happened between them earlier—the confession that he had seen her fucking other people thanks to their abhorrent mating bond—barrelled back into her with such force that for a moment she couldn’t breathe. He was staring at her as if she was luring him into a trap and she hated it—detested that he was suddenly so guarded with her.

“Perhaps,” Cassian conceded slowly when she remained silent. “All of the history and legends associate the mating bond with the Cauldron, but history has been recorded down incorrectly before.” He paused for four awful heartbeats. Nesta knew because she felt them so fiercely in her chest it hurt.

His voice dropped an octave—a rumbling vibration that ran between them. “Is that what you want? For the mating bond to be a gift from the Gods rather than the Cauldron?”

Yes. The confirmation bloomed in her mind unquestioningly. It was exactly what she wanted—what she needed, but she hated that Cassian could read her thoughts. Despised that she was so transparent he could dissect what she was getting at so easily.

Because she wanted nothing to do with the Cauldron. Nesta might have been Made by it—her fate controlled by it as it spat her out anew—but she had cleaved a piece of it for herself until it belonged to nobody but her. And the mating bond? That was the last tie that she could cut if she only knew that it was granted by the Gods.

Cassian’s stare was magnetic and Nesta was drawn to it, tumbling into the depths of his eyes. But those hazel irises held none of their usual warmth. There was a coolness to them that Cassian usually reserved for his armies and those who tested his authority—a mask.

It was a battle to tear her gaze from his and look back up at the sky. Nesta willed the frantic drum of her heartbeat to quieten. She needed to change the subject—to throw him off the scent—so she volleyed another question at him. “If Elain wanted a life with Azriel, what would happen to the other one?”

Nesta didn’t need to be looking at Cassian to know that a frown marred his brow as he blinked in surprise. But as he processed her words, the blood seemed to drain from his face—Nesta felt it in her bones. “You mean Lucien.”

When Nesta snorted her affirmation Cassian’s wings rustled like leaves disturbed by the wind. “Why do you ask?”

Nesta shrugged simply, as if she couldn’t care less. As if this had been the direction she’d meant to take the conversation all along. She made herself look at him, her expression cool and aloof. “Elain likes Azriel. And from the way he stares at her, I’d say he’s interested in her, too.”

Two dark eyebrows rose skyward.

“You don’t approve?” Nesta probed.

“I approve,” Cassian corrected with a startling shake of his head. The tangled stray strands of his ebony hair shifted with the movement. “I thought you wouldn’t.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Nesta countered sharply.

Cassian levelled her with a burning gaze that did nothing to smoulder her own. And Nesta felt relief at his fire. She preferred that to the closed off version of him she’d been glimpsing since their disagreement earlier. “You are fiercely protective of your sister.”

Nesta’s nostrils billowed as she sat up. “And is that so wrong?”

“No, I just wouldn’t have thought you’d want to have a low-born Shadowsinger with your nearest and dearest.”

But Nesta wasn’t having any of that. Knew he was only saying these things because of his own insecurities, which had never bothered her one bit. Nesta might have been raised to be a courtier but Cassian’s worth… it was unparalleled. No other male she could meet would beat it. No one could so much as glance her way and pull her attention.

But that knowledge didn’t change anything. It wouldn’t change what they were and their fate.

Nesta lifted her chin. From the way Cassian’s eyes glinted, she knew that a wisp of metallic silver had whispered across her irises. “I don’t see why not. It’s clear that he cares for her. He’s taken the time to get to know her. It’s better than… him.” Nesta waved vaguely and derisively with her hand, as if Lucien was nothing more than a nuisance fly. “Azriel would do anything to keep Elain safe.”

But Nesta’s words did nothing to placate Cassian. Steel stiffened his spine and his voice crept into something dangerous. “Does Lucien not deserve the chance to get to know his mate?”

Nesta snorted and the sound was jarring—like a sword piercing through flesh. Because how could Cassian think that. How could he think that someone had a right to get to know someone just because of a forsaken bond? “He is driven by a bond that was decided for him by a Cauldron,” Nesta replied, her voice dripping with disdain. “He thinks he has a right to Elain but he barely knows her. Wanting and loving are different things—”

“For all you know, they could be right for one another,” Cassian cut in fiercely. “They could be made for one another—”

Suddenly they weren’t talking about Elain or Lucien or Azriel. They both knew it, but it was too late to backtrack. “And if it failed, Elain will be haunted for the rest of her life by a male who can’t let go,” Nesta threw back, her voice sparking like leaping embers struck from flint.

Silence fell. Together, they stared at one another, their chests heaving as if they were engaging in swordplay.

Cassian’s mouth drew into a thin, slashing line. And when he next spoke, his voice was strained, “You think the mating bond has nothing to do with love? You think Rhys and Feyre don’t love one another? Have you seen them, Nesta?”

“Of course they are in love,” Nesta hissed. Restless energy surged inside of her and she got to her feet because she couldn’t be still. Sala whined in disapproval. “They are sickening to be around. But from what I’ve heard, most bonds are based on nothing but physical need—”

“And that’s what we’re doing then, is it?” Cassian challenged. “Just fucking because of a bond—“

But Nesta didn’t want to do this. Didn't want to talk about them. He wasn’t listening. He wasn’t listening to her. She squeezed her eyes shut. Made herself take a breath. Another one. “Feyre chose to love Rhys,” she said into the darkness. “She fell in love with him despite the bond—before she even knew it existed. They built foundations and worked their way up—”

“And what are we doing?”

Nesta’s eyes flew open at the interruption. At the sudden proximity of Cassian. He’d got to his feet and was now half a metre from her. “Pretending something doesn’t exist,” she snapped.

“Because that’s what you wanted,” Cassian rallied back. His wings were tucked in too tightly, as if he was struggling to control them. “Everything we’ve done is how you want it, Nesta. Is this not good enough for you now? Have you had enough of bedding me and would rather go elsewhere? I suppose it was only a matter of time.”

Tell him it’s not true, a voice begged Nesta. It came from inside of her head. But she already knew she wouldn’t listen. She was already smoking with a fire that would not stop raging until her world was left in nothing but cinders. “Don’t pretend you’ve not been using me too,” she sneered back.

The insult hit their mark. Fresh, rippling rage disturbed Cassian’s stormy features until they were like a roiling thundercloud, but his words were defeated when he rasped, “I’m taking what I can get and you know it.”

It was true. And that truth… it threatened to crumple Nesta’s face. He wanted her. He’d always wanted her and she’d dragged him through thorn bush after thorn bush, needling him bloody as she fumbled through the wreckage that was her emotions.

“Do you know what I think?” Cassian continued softly, his voice so dangerous it was as sharp as the sword strapped to his back. He’d stepped closer to her and Nesta could feel the heat radiating off of him. His siphons flit their ruby light at her and Nesta’s magic glowed at her fingertips in answer.

Desperately, Cassian searched her face for something he could cling onto—anything—but Nesta wouldn’t yield. Would not cave when it came to this subject. “I think you’re a romantic at heart, who doesn’t believe she deserves anything. I think you’d rather be miserable than happy, but you can’t help but taste a slice of what it could be like to be with me. I’m your addiction, Nesta, and your mine, and if you only just accepted what’s between us, we could be something great.”

When Cassian dared to raise his fingers to her face, Nesta jerked backwards. For once, she couldn’t bear the tenderness that laced his touch. “Don’t think just because you’ve been between my legs you know the inner workings of my mind,” she snapped. “A Cauldron-given bond is just as bad as an arranged marriage. It alters your brain chemistry. It tricks you into thinking something is real when it’s not.”

Nesta stepped away from him. It was only a metre or so, but it felt like a cavernous, yawning mouth. “Love should be a choice. The bond is a pointless, sexist practice that is rarely successful in execution and I’ll be damned if I ever have anything decided for me by a Cauldron again.”

Her voice rang through the clearing until it fell away into a fraught silence, as frayed and raw as a braided piece of rope.

“Well, it’s good to know you don’t feel passionate about it,” Cassian quipped after a long while, but his eyes weren’t laughing. If anything, they were hard and unyielding—devastated. “If you’re so sure how you feel about it, why hang around?”

The stone at the heart of Cassian’s chest throbbed painfully, but all Nesta felt was vicious, ancient anger stir inside of her. She felt the heat of it, so immediate that her magic alighted from her fingertips until she was ablaze. “I was forced to live with you. You took me—.”

Cassian’s face crashed and broke like a seething sea. “Bullshit,” he spat. “That’s bullshit, sweetheart. You’ve had plenty of opportunity to fly away on your manticore, yet here you are—”

As if Sala knew she was being spoken of, she nudged forlornly at Cassian’s hand with her nose. As if she wanted him to stop being angry and reassure her that everything was going to be ok.

Cassian ignored the nudge.

“Sala, come,” Nesta commanded.

The manticore looked between them both, torn. When she cast Cassian a longing look before she finally yielded to Nesta’s order, Nesta hated the manticore for it.

Cassian’s entire body seemed to vibrate with such ferocity as Nesta mounted Sala that Nesta was sure he was going to make a grab for her. But he only fisted his hands at his sides instead. Demanded, “Where are you going?”

Sala’s fur was soft as Nesta buried her fingers into the animal’s neck. She dug her knees into the manticore’s flank. Willed Sala to fly. “Away from you.”

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casualcatte · 4 years

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RP Themes

[BOLD what you WILL, italic what you will CONSIDER, strike what you typically do not]

I ROLE-PLAY (WITH) THE FOLLOWING THEMES / GENRE / STYLES :

In a nutshell, I will RP a lot of things -- and have over my extensive 25+ year career. There isn’t anything on this list I haven’t done before, some things I just like/prefer more than others. You’ll notice a lot of italicized entries, because I RP a lot of things, especially more mature themes, by agreed consent with Trusted Persons only. I’ve had way too many Bad Experiences with random folk to trust these themes in the hands of anyone but friends. People whom I know aren’t going to cross the IC to OOC line, take things personally, or create a lot of OOC conflict I’m not interested in having over pretendy pixel fun times. I love RP and spend most of my time online engaged in it, in one form or another. Folks are always welcome to approach/inquire about scenes they’d like to play out. If you aren’t sure I’d be down for what you’re throwing, ask. I promise I don’t bite. ^_^ Tagged by @eligos-venator - Thank you, my good sir! You bring me the most interesting memes! Tagging @yokasaris @therpperson @thefreelanceangel @ofswordsandseductions-ffxiv - One of my newest followers always gets tagged, so welcome aboard! o/ -- and YOU if you’re reading this and would like to do the thing! Just be sure to tag me back so I can come and read your answers!

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theorigincomic · 4 years

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Eeeet c'est tipar! All aboard the angst train folks shit's about to fucking pour down!

It’s gonna get more angst than an early 2000’s hot topic

#the origin steven universe #the origin comic #ask #also i LOVE seeing your asks ahhh #i love interacting with you guys #like..#lets be mutuals...???

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aheroic · 4 years

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It's all aboard the angst train tonight folks.

#ooc

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ao3feed--reylo · 4 years

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Terminal Velocity

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UHX0MF

by AQuill2Thrill

In her final year at the University of Coruscant, Rey navigates painful memories of her past while simultaneously fighting to get into the Coruscant Academy of Law. Broken in more ways than one, she finds herself dumbstruck when she receives a letter of dismissal from the Skywalker-Organa Scholarship Program - her one and only ticket into graduate school. Without the necessary funds, her future is completely dead in the water... right?

Meanwhile, fast boi Ben Solo - better known as Kylo Ren on the MotoAmerica docket - is competing among world champion racers on dangerous tracks throughout the country. He's got all the wealth and fame he could ask for, so why does he still feel a pang of emptiness as he crosses each finish line like a man possessed?

Hang on tight, folks, it's going to be one hell of a ride.

Words: 3429, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Kylo Ren, Rose Tico, Finn (Star Wars), Maz Kanata, Han Solo, Unkar Plutt, Chewbacca (Star Wars), Luke Skywalker, Larma D'Acy, Bazine Netal

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo, Poe Dameron/Finn, Chewbacca/Maz Kanata, Leia Organa/Han Solo

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Ben Solo, Omega Rey (Star Wars), Alpha Maz Kanata, Beta Rose Tico, Beta Finn (Star Wars), Alpha Poe Dameron, Beta Luke Skywalker, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - High School, Ben races motorcycles, Rey thinks that's hot, Slight Age Difference, Rey's a senior, Ben's newly graduated, Jakku, Coruscant (Star Wars), Maz's Diner, Rey Needs A Hug, Ben's kind of a jerk at first, But at least he smells good, All aboard the smut-train express, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Angst, Ohhh the angst, Slow Burn, I Will Go Down With This Ship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UHX0MF

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Reylo #Kylo Ren #Rey

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anxious-logic · 3 years

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Oh, shit.

I don’t know if anyone remembers A Love Beyond (AO3 link) but. I just reread it. And Roman told me what’s going on with them.

All aboard the Roman angst train folks choo choo!

(Side note does anyone else ever wonder where the *fuck* their brains think of some of these things?? Because like. Yeah it’s great, I love that angst, but also that’s dark? And like I’m fine with that, separation of fiction and reality, but like. Wow. That just came out of nowhere, huh.)

#Kati talks

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emotchalla · 7 years

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Nothing Like the Sun - Four

A/N: HI I KNOW IT’S BEEN FOREVER PLS DON’T KILL ME SCHOOL IS KICKING MY ASS. ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN!! I am evil and I have no feelings; this is gonna be a long ride, friends.

Summary: Belle Evans has loved James “Bucky” Barnes for what seems like forever. Despite the inconsistency, the missed calls, and the secrets, she’s remained steadfast in her loyalty to him. Bucky’s hiding a secret that’ll turn everything on its head.

Warnings: Ya boy is still an asshole but we deal, NSFW, Smut, Unprotected sex, Bucky almost shifts during sex bc he’s a hot mess (@papi-chulo-bucky Delilah this is for you), Angst (you don’t have to squint anymore kids it’s here), Angry Tiny!Steve

Word Count: 2.5k+

Bucky’s POV

I look down at Belle and sigh. Her eyes are on the night sky above us. She still seems a little afraid of me, but we’ll get past it. I couldn’t take keeping secrets from her anymore. I had to tell her. Now I have to tell Steve what I’ve done. I know he’s going to be more pissed at me than he ever has been, and I deserve whatever his reaction will be. I see the house up ahead, and slow my pace to a brisk walk. I catch a glimpse of Steve sitting on the front steps, plucking at his guitar. His white-blonde hair shines even brighter than usual in the pale moonlight, and I’m once again reminded of a fairie. I really need to see if he has some fae-folk in his lineage. He glances up at the sound of my footsteps. His gaze falls on Belle, and his eyes cloud over. Shit. He sets his guitar down on the steps and gets up to walk toward us.

“Hey, Buck!” he calls out to me.

“Hey, Stevie,” I call back, slowing as he reaches us.

Belle looks at me with those wide, fearful eyes, and my heart clenches in my chest. I nod at her to assure her that everything is fine, even though I know it isn’t.

“Well, who is this?” Steve asks, smiling.

“I’ll let her speak for herself.”

I slowly let Belle down from my arms, and kiss her cheek. She smooths down her clothes and looks directly at Steve.

“I’m Belle.”

Steve’s face widens into his trademark grin as he takes her in.

“Well, well, well! It’s so good to finally meet you! Bucky’s told me all about you.”

She looks at me hopefully. I glare at him. What the hell is he trying to do?

“He meant to say that he spends a lot of time reading our text messages.”

Her face falls and I frown. I need to fix this. I draw her into my arms from behind, my hands latching onto her waist. I place a small kiss at the base of her neck.

“Don’t worry baby, he’s also gotten an earful about how much I love you.”

I can feel her body relax into my arms and I know that there’s a smile on her face. Steve raises a thin eyebrow at me and nods toward my shifting shorts.

“So you went all in, huh?”

“Pretty much.”

“So you want T'Challa to kill us?”

“T'Challa doesn’t have to know about this,” I say, my voice dropping several octaves.

I narrow my eyes in warning. Steve doesn’t want to push me. Not on this. He knows how short my temper is, and how defensive I am over Belle. It won’t end well for him if he pisses me off. He holds his tongue and glares at me instead.

“You can’t avoid him forever, Bucky,” he sighs.

“I know that, Steve. I’ll tell him when I’m ready.”

Steve rolls his eyes at that and turns back toward the house.

“Fine. It’s your funeral. Bring her in,” he says, walking away.

It’s only a matter of time before I get my ass kicked and I know it.

By the grace of something holy I managed to convince Belle to stay with me for the night. Her mom is still in town, and apparently they had plans Belle ended up cancelling. She said she needed to have an emergency wine night with Mia. Something about boy problems. I smirked at that. Mia despises me more than anyone ever has, and whenever she and I are in the same room, I purposely try to get her all riled up so that she can curse me out. The last time I saw her, Belle made me go on a double date with Mia and her boy toy at the time. It resulted in a disaster, and the guy never called Mia again. Belle didn’t talk to me for a week after that. Now Mia’s moved on with some other guy. I’m not at all surprised. I wouldn’t even be surprised if she actually did need Belle’s help getting out of a mess. Belle shifts in my arms so she’s facing me. I look down at her wide eyes and I frown. She seems worried.

“Bucky, I’m scared.”

I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Don’t be, Bells. You’ll be fine, I promise.”

I can’t have her worrying about T'Challa’s wrath.

“Pinky promise?” she asks, sticking out her little finger.

“Pinky promise,” I say, hooking my pinky finger with hers.

She surprises me by pressing her lips to mine, and I smile. She never kisses me first. After a few seconds, she pulls away from me.

“I love you Bucky,” she whispers.

“I love you too, Bella Luna.”

I kiss her again and she sighs against my lips, wrapping her arms around my neck. My hands grip her hips, and I groan as I feel the softness of her skin under my fingers. Belle is always so self-conscious of her body but I love losing myself in between her thighs, feeling the folds of her hips as my hands come to rest there, pressing kisses to her stomach. I love all of it. How she can drive me crazy just by saying my name and looking at me with her beautiful eyes. She whines softly into my ear as I pull away to kiss at her neck, immediately sucking a mark into the skin.

“Bucky wait,” she says, and I lift my eyes to hers.

“What is it, baby?”

“I thought you said no marking?”

Her eyes are wide as she repeats old words of mine back to me. I don’t mean them anymore. Not when I’ve put both of our lives on the line.

“I want the world to know that you’re with me,” I whisper.

She smiles at me and my heart melts. I lower my mouth to her skin again, sucking it gently between my teeth. She keens my name and runs her fingers through my hair. I close my eyes and succumb to the feeling, whining in the back of my throat. It’s amazing how easily she can get me to bend to her will.

“Fuck, Bells,” I groan against her skin, and I can feel her smiling.

I lift my eyes to her face and see that I’m right. Her pretty lips are curled in a soft smile and she’s practically glowing. Just seeing her calmly like this, unafraid, blissful makes me more eager to be inside of her than I’ve ever been, and I quickly slip my hands underneath her t-shirt.

“Bucky,” she sighs as I slide the tips of my fingers along her sides.

“What is it?”

“I need you,” she says, wrapping an arm around the back of my neck and pulling my mouth to hers.

I don’t give in to the kiss, and smirk as she whines for me. I slip her t-shirt over her head and off her shoulders, and lean down to place a kiss between her breasts. Her back arches into me as I take one of her nipples into my mouth, and I close my eyes. My fingers hook into her panties and I slide them down her legs. I can feel Belle’s fingers at my boxers, and I lift my hips to help her take them off of me. I look up at her then, and the hunger in her eyes matches mine.

“I need you now, Bucky,” she says again, and I nod, kissing my way up toward her mouth.

I hiss as she grabs me in her hands and positions me at her entrance. I give her a shallow thrust of my hips, and she whines in protest.

“All of you,” she sighs.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I whisper, and push my hips forward until I’m completely inside of her.

The overall warmth of her engulfs me, and I feel my control slipping by the second. This is gonna be quick. Belle begins to move her hips with mine, and I sigh into her neck.

“So good,” she whispers, and wraps her arms tighter around me.

I can feel a growl building in my chest, and I can’t stop it. She hooks her legs around me and pulls me in deeper, and my wolf stirs.

“Fuck, not now,” I hiss.

“What’s wrong?” Belle asks.

I look up at her and see her wide, lust-blown eyes and feel another growl rip through my chest. I work my hips faster.

“I’m gonna—oh fuck—I, my body’s trying to shift,” I choke out through clenched teeth.

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“Y-Yeah baby,” I whine, pulling her hips close to me.

I thrust into her faster, feeling myself getting closer by the second. Belle whines in the back of her throat and digs her nails into my skin. She’s close too.

“Bucky,” she whines.

“I know,” I groan.

I feel her clench around me, and my skin ripples. Oh no.

“Stop, stop,” I whine, pulling away from Belle.

I roll over onto my back and close my eyes, willing myself to breathe. I can feel Belle staring at me, but I’m too embarrassed to look at her.

“Bucky?” she calls softly.

I keep my eyes closed. I feel her straddle my waist, and my eyes shoot open.

“What are you doing?”

She smiles down at me and presses her hands to my chest.

“We’ll take it slow,” she whispers.

“Okay.”

She lifts her hips and sinks down onto me slowly, closing her eyes. My hands latch onto her hips as she begins to rotate them, working herself against me. She moans softly to herself, and I smile.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” I whisper. “Taking control like this, taking your pleasure. So fucking pretty. Come on, make us come,” I whisper.

She whines and leans forward to kiss me. I kiss her back eagerly, and bring my hands to her face as she works her hips on her own. I can feel myself getting close again, and begin to match Belle’s thrusts with my own. She breaks the kiss to look into my eyes.

“Are you close?” she whispers.

I nod, smiling at her.

“Yeah, baby.”

“Me too,” she whispers. “Come with me.”

I kiss her again and can feel her rubbing at her clit, bringing herself closer to the edge. She clenches around me again, and I feel myself let go. She quickly follows, leaning down to whine softly in my ear as she continues to slowly writhe against me, riding through her orgasm.

“Thank you, baby girl,” I whisper, kissing her shoulder.

She lifts her head to smile lazily at me.

“Glad you got your wolf in control.”

I can feel my cheeks heat as she smirks at me, and groan as I pull her closer to my chest, protecting her from whatever she needs me to. Now that she knows about what I am, I’ll never leave her alone again. I’ll lay down my life for her; I’ll go to war to make sure that she’s happy and safe and mine. Forever.

When I open my eyes, Steve is staring at me from his place in the doorway. He nods his head toward the door, signaling that he has to talk to me. I glance down at Belle, and thoughts of last night fill my head. I almost smile as I remember the feeling of her nails digging into my back…it’s one of my favorite things. I laugh to myself, knowing that if Belle were awake she’d be yelling at me for having my mind in the gutter. I’d tell her that my mind’s always in the gutter where she’s concerned, which would lead to her cute little laugh and me getting turned on when I don’t need to. Thankfully, Belle’s clothed in one of my t-shirts and her underwear and I don’t have time to be preoccupied. I carefully slide out of bed and kiss her forehead. Then I follow Steve into the hallway. He keeps walking through the living room and out of the front door. As I follow him, a sense of dread settles within my stomach. When Steve tackles me, I’m not ready, and my back hits the forest floor with a thud.

“What the fuck was that for?!” I yell, pushing against his chest so that he falls off of me.

I quickly scramble up from the ground as he does, and brace myself for another attack.

“That was for you being a fucking idiot!” he screams. “You’re bringing Belle into something that’s bigger than your pathetic little romance! You could get her killed, Bucky! And you don’t care because now you can sleep with her whenever and she won’t care anymore. Do you ever think of anyone besides yourself? I swear, sometimes, you are the most selfish person I’ve ever met in my life. If she dies or gets turned, it’s going to be your fault!”

His voice has crescendoed during his rant until it bounces off the trees in the forest around us. His face is an unfamiliar color of red, and his eyes are the coldest I’ve ever seen them. He looks like he hates me.

“Steve—”

“No! You can’t be allowed to have an explanation for this one, Buck! That’s an innocent girl in there, and as soon as T'Challa sees her, he’ll kill her or demand that you turn her.”

“I can turn her.”

I’d never subject Belle to this kind of life, but Steve needs to think that I’m that ballsy. That’ll keep him from telling T'Challa about what I’ve done. Steve frowns at my mock confidence. He’s buying it.

“She’d never want this, Bucky.”

“You don’t know her like I do,” I counter.

“I know that nobody chooses to live like this! None of us want to have to hide ourselves all the time because of the fear of being discovered or killed. Some of us had families before this. She’d never be able to leave her mom behind and you know that. So don’t even try to say that you believe she’d agree wholeheartedly to turn just if it meant she could always be by your side. You don’t want to admit it, but we both know that she’s afraid of you. She always has been, and she always will be, Bucky.”

He turns his back on me, sulking further into the forest. I watch him retreat and the cool aftermath of the conversation surrounds me. I’ve never seen Steve that angry. We’ve had tons of fights, sure, but they were usually solved by a wrestling match or T'Challa’s mediation. I’ve never seen disgust in Steve’s eyes. Shit. Seeing him look at me like that reminds me of how worthless I used to feel in my own skin, how I felt before I found the pack and a family of my own. I feel sick to my stomach as thoughts of losing Steve run through my head. I can’t survive without him; he’s pretty much bound to me. He’s my best friend. My brother. I have to fix this.

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mizjoely · 7 years

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Warstan - The Timetraveller's Husband

Sorry this has taken me so long (prompt was received Aug 5, so at least it’s been less than a month?). Hope this is something like what you had in mind. All aboard the angst train, folks.

The waiting was always the hardest part. There was something about that phrase - had he read it somewhere, heard it in a song, maybe? Whatever It didn’t matter, because it was the truth. Waiting for Mary to come back from wherever in her personal timeline she’d been unwillinglhy flung was always the hardest part.

The second hardest part was trying to live a normal-ish kind of life, not knowing when his wife might suddenly vanish. It usually happened at night when she was sleeping, but not always. It was the reason she never held Rosie in her arms unless he was right there. She’d never actually vanished while holding their three-month-old daughter, but the fear was real. It took only one dropped platter of roast beef for her to realize just how dangerous it could be.

It was heartbreaking, but it was their reality. Whatever quirk in Mary’s biology or neurochemistry caused her to travel in time at random had come upon her after Rosie had been born, else she was adamant that she’d never have risked a pregnancy. She’d gone so far as to have a hysterectomy after her third unplanned trip - two to her own past, one to her future where John’s future self had apparently explained things to her. “No more babies, I won’t risk it, not knowing if this…affliction…might affect them.”

There had been tears in her eyes when she spoke, but her voice had been steady. And John, helpless, terrified, longing to lash out but having no target but whatever cosmic force had inflicted this on them, could do nothing but agree.

Rosie cried every time her mother vanished, until she turned five and could better understand that it wasn’t something Mary was doing on purpose. Not that it stopped her crying entirely, but she did it with less and less frequency as she grew older. It could be unnerving when a Mary from the far future appeared - silver haired, wrinkled, but her blue eyes always filled with love - and it was terrifying the few times the Mary that flashed back into existence was injured or ill, but she always came back and they always welcomed her home and filled her in on what she’d missed, at least when it was the ‘right’ Mary.

They knew she was fated to outlive her husband the first time her silver-haired edition appeared, bursting into uncharacteristic tears at the sight of John helping Rosie with her maths homework. They knew the version that escorted Rosie down the aisle on her wedding day was a Mary who’d just left her three-year-old playing ‘knock down the blocks over and over again’ game with her father. And the Mary that was there when Rosie’s first daughter was born was the one who’d just experienced her second trip into her future.

Yes, the waiting was the hardest part…but the best part was whenever she came back to him and Rosie, whether it was the Mary that had vanished for a few hours or a few days, or whether it was one of her future selves.

Because no matter how non-linear her life had become, the one thing John could count on utterly was her love for them.

#warstan #flash fic fest #sorry for the long wait!#thejonderettegirl

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magiccazza · 7 years

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ZARFOR THEORY/AU TIME

RIGHT FOLKS ALL ABOARD THE ZARFOR ANGST TRAIN

So a few days ago, I added to a post about Zarkon’s cape (x) and his relationship with Alfor. Being the huge NEEEEERRRRRRD that I am, I continued to think and discuss things with @dicksoutforzarkon.

I suggest you go read that theory first because this is adding to that (and probably making it an AU in the process but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It warrants a fic eventually when I have the time )

Warning: Long-ass post below cut

As a quick recap to what I said in my previous addition to the theory about Zarkon’s two cape; Zarkon wore the second cape - Alfor’s cape - as a reminder of his long ago friend as he has some lingering feelings for the Altean King. After all, they worked together on Voltron.

- The look they shared was one of close friends. Very close friends... almost... too close. But eventually a war broke out. For what reason? We don’t know. But it led to Alfor fighting against his friend. We all believed that the whole war was Galra vs Altean. But what about Haggar? Why did she join the Galra side? And why (according to my previous theory) is she influencing Zarkon.

- Now, we all know that Zarkon is now dead. But after his death we see the aftermath to the Galra and especially Haggar.

- I don’t know but I get a mix of sadness and a slight bit of bitterness in her expression.

- So we all know that she’s Altean; a race that was destroyed. And we also know what the Blue energy feels like and what Altean energy feels like so we can assume that she’s bee alive as long as Zarkon; the very Galra that destroyed her people. But for some reason, she stayed by his side. As if she wanted Alteans destroyed herself. But why?

- Okay hold on of your britches because this is going to one hell of a roller coaster of emotions.

- What if... she fell in love with Zarkon but she could never get him to return her feeling? What if Zarkon fell in love with another Altean? An Altean King who loved him back to be precise? Haggar would be heartbroken. The Galra that she loved couldn’t return her feelings because he fell in love with King Alfor of all people. That heartbreak and the lingering love for Zarkon eventually became unhealthy. It turns into somewhat of an obsession. She would use her magic and ability to manipulate quintessence to slowly but surely turn Zarkon to a different person; twisting his mind until power is all that is on his mind. Slow but surely she makes Zarkon trust her to help him. She stayed by his shide where she wanted to be. She made Zarkon and Alfor gradually grow distant and take Zarkon for himself. She eventually succeeds but that bitterness was still there. In fact, it’s grown stronger and gradually turned into rage. She realised for as long as Alfor was still alive, she would have to always use her magic on Zarkon. So she wanted Alfor dead. But Alfor is a King. She couldn’t go and kill him straight out, it would be seen as treason. But what if Alfor could be killed and things actually seemed normal? What if he was killed in a war?

- So the war started. It started when Zarkon asked Alfor for something Alfor would never do. He asked Alfor to used Voltron to conquer the universe rather than defend it. Alfor wouldn’t have any of that and was determine to stop Zarkon from doing it himself. But things escalated. Zarkon attacked Altea in search for Voltron. Alfor couldn’t believe that he had to fight someone he love but he had to fight back. But with all of the circumstances, he had no choice. But he knew that it was a losing battle. Zarkon was the pilot of the Black lion. Only he himself could attempt to be the head of Voltron. But that was the last thing he wanted to do. So he didn’t. The war went on. Alfor’s fleet had been destroyed. He looks up and sees the face of the Galra he once loved. But it’s changed. His eyes weren’t the yellow that he remembered. Someone must be behind all of this. controlling Zarkon from the shadows. Allura suggested to form Voltron before it was too late but that would kill the Galra he loved. He had a plan. It was risky- no- almost impossible but there was still a chance. He could end this war and get his beloved back. But if everything went south and Zarkon couldn’t be saved, he needed Allura live to reawaken Voltron sometime in the future to destroy Zarkon with 5 new paladin.

- So he sent Allura and Coran to the cryopods and sent them to sleep in the Castle of Lions and sent it through a wormhole to somewhere far away , where they were safe. And he set off to find Zarkon alone (it eventually landed on Arus). If all went well, he will see his daughter again. But if they didn’t he would die at the hands of his beloved. He’s willing to risk it. If he couldn’t snap Zarkon out of his tyranny, then nobody could. He faced his beloved in a fight to the death. Both of them fought in a traditional manner; with swords rather than ships.

- He only knew that it was too late to save Zarkon from whatever was making him into this monster he didn’t recognise at the end of the battle. When his sword fell out of his slackening grip and Zarkon’s bayard piercing his heart. He gave Zarkon one last look of hope that his beloved would come back. At that moment, something did. It wasn’t big. It wasn’t strong enough to bring Zarkon out of whatever control he was under, it wasn’t big enough to change him at all for that matter, but it was enough to spark a small remnant of feelings for Alfor. It was something he felt he should never forget again but at the same time, he couldn’t let it get in his way of power. So he kept something to remind him of Alfor and that feeling that sparked in him. He kept Alfor’s cape as a reminder of what he originally set out to do: Rule the universe with Alfor’s help.

- But of course, Haggar couldn’t let that happen right? Let Zarkon have feelings for Alfor all over again? So she continues her influence magic when they’re giving Zarkon quintessence for him to grow stronger. But that feeling always appears again, all because of Alfor’s cape. So the cycle continues. But in the end (until Voltron killed Zarkon), Haggar got what she wanted. She got Zarkon for herself.

I got a little carried away on this angsty freight train. And there are a whole load of holes.

#voltron #Vld #Zarfor #Zaggar #Zargar #Theory #Long post #theory time #AU time #I hurt myself thinking about this #fic plot?

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