#and havoc is definitely giving older brother

[brobiwan-kenobi-412]

I am obsessed with the way Mustang just took over the role of Ed and Al’s dad. He took one look at those boys and went “oops guess im a father now” whether he was aware of it or not.

“It’s been awhile since we saw each other… why don’t we have a cup of tea?”

HE MISSES THEM AND WANTS TO HAVE TEA WITH EDWARD TO TALK ABOUT THINGS. THIS MAN IS LITERALLY A FATHER.

AND THE WAY HE JUST?? SETS UP MEETINGS WITH PEOPLE TO HELP ED??? (Yes, even though Tucker is a horrible person, he potentially had a lot of information that could’ve been very useful to Edward. And Mustang wasted absolutely no time in helping him.)

AND THE WAY HE SENDS HAVOC TO GO PICK THEM UP. HE LITERALLY PULLED THE “Sorry I’m busy and I can’t pick up my kids can you go get them for me”

#roy adopted the elrics the second he picked ed up by the shirt whether he knew it or not #and team mustang definitely adopted them the second the stepped foot into the office #if youre out here saying roy isnt a father figure to ed you’re lying to yourself #and havoc is definitely giving older brother #edward elric #alphonse elric #roy mustang #jean havoc #ed elric #al elric #colonel mustang #fma #fullmetal alchemist #fmab #fullmetal alchemist 2003 #fma edward #fma 03 #fma:b #fma 2003 #fma manga #fma manga panels #manga pics #manga

[fandoms--fluff]

They're Back

Vampire female reader x Mikael (+ the siblings)

Summary: au where Mikael is a good dad and married the reader who has been like a mother to his kids for a thousand years.

He's never beaten, treated them horribly, or try to kill them. And Esther is the one who forced vampirism and killed all of them.

A/n: I'm experimenting with an idea I had in the middle of the night. Please leave feedback and if you would maybe want a second part.

We're also gonna pretend that rhe picture isn't Balthazar

Warnings: swearing

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You listen in to the conversation taking place inside the mansion and look over to your husband.

"They've been on this earth together how long and they still don't know how to get along" Mikael chuckles as you smack his arm lightly.

You both look back to where Kol is being held back by Finn from trying to pounce on Klaus you're presuming by the way he looks like he wants to charge right at his older brother.

"We should get inside before things go down" you sigh, knowing the kids' antics.

"Definitely" Mikael quickly says as he sees Kol about to get out of the oldest's arms.

You guys vamp inside the house through the unlocked door and just before Kol attacks Klaus, you grab him so he's constrained in your arms. His back pulled against your chest.

"Okay, just breathe. There are many other ways to deal with problems that don't involve attacking your brother" you tell Kol as you slowly start to slacken your grip on the younger one (biologically/physically younger).

The five vampires look at both of you, shocked at your guys' appearance.

"Mother, Father!" Rebekah's the first to break out of the trance and runs over, hugging you guys.

"Rebekah, my lovely daughter" you hear Mikael whisper in her blond hair. You smile at how soft he turns when he's with his children.

"How did you guys find us?" Klaus spoke up.

"Well, people talk when five originals are in a small town, causing havoc" You sit down on the armrest of one of the couches in the room.

You give a pointed look over to Kol, who's advancing towards Klaus. He grumbles about it not being fair, before plopping back into the couch beside you. He leans his head against your side.

"Have they also talked about how Esther is back from the dead?" Klaus more so retorts.

You and Mikael both turn your attention to the hybrid pouring himself a drink. "What are you talking about?" Mikael asks his voice hard at hearing his ex-wife's name.

"She has come back to wipe out the existence of vampires" Finn answers.

"That bitch!" You exclaim. Everyone snaps their gaze on you, not used to you ever swearing. Even Mikael is surprised by your reaction.

"What? You expect me to be calm and stoic all the time?" You raise an eyebrow. "So where is she exactly?" You ask them.

"We have no clue" Kol mumbles into your shoulder.

"Then we'll just have to find out" Mikael says after a couple moment of silence.

#mikael #kol mikaeslon #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #finn mikaelson #mikaelsons #mikael x reader #mikael x vampire reader #mikael x female reader #mikael x wife reader #vampire reader #kol mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #finn mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikealson x reader #cute #fluff #imagines #thevampirediaries #fanfic #writing #theoriginals

[cupcakeslushie]

About that crossover thing- I am exclusively a rise fan. It’s the first iteration I’ve ever committed to actually watching because i liked the art style. I know next to nothing about 2k12 or it’s characters, and the Raph bashing still pisses me off majorly.

A lot of the time it comes off as putting the rise turtles on some sort of pedestal, which is… uncomfortable. I don’t even know this man, but I am very certain he is Not That Terrible.

I will never understand why, when fandoms have situations like this, with multiple iterations meeting, we have to shit on one version to make the other one look better. Like a little razzing is understandable, but calling 2012 Raph abusive? Hell no. As an only child (who was raised with a lot of cousins), I can say with absolute certainty, those ppl have no siblings. Get out of here with that.

Like, every version of the boys are just stupid chaotic siblings, ALL OF THEM. Rise Raph might be a gentle giant but that sweet bitch has his own anger issues. He’s definitely a Raph in his own right. And while Rise Raph is dealing with being the eldest, there’s no question every one of the Rise boys is better behaved than 2012 Mikey.

2012 Raph is dealing with having 2012 Mikey as a little brother, constantly pushing his buttons on purpose…I’d lose my temper quite a lot as well…I love Mikey, but goddamn, he’s is a little menace in 2012. He’s not an innocent little UWU who never did anything wrong, like a lot of the fandom wants to paint him as. That boy loved driving his brothers crazy. And it’s honestly a disservice to his character to make it seem like he doesn’t give back as much shit as he gets, and just lays down and takes it.

If the groups did meet, I think the 2012 boys would be a little thrown off at first, as they’re the older, more experienced ones, but it wouldn’t take long before they were having a ton of fun with the Rise boys. These are, after all the very turtles who caused total and complete havoc the first time they went to an alien planet.

#ask slushie #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise raph #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 #tmnt

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

More style parenting headcannons pls!! And your hcs of their kids’ personalities

OH MY GOD YES OF COURSE!!!!! (I love sharing my hcs so I'm always open to ask about that stuff)

So according to some random reddit post I saw, matt stone says the kids' names are Mordecai and Celine. I love this because I hc that Stan uses nicknames for the kids, and Mordecai frequently gets shortened to "kai." this leads to endless hilarious misunderstandings when both Kyle and Mordecai are in the same room with Stan.

Stan: "Hey Ky, are we out of coffee grounds again? I need to know whether to pick some up at the store today."

Mordecai: "Pa I don't drink coffee."

Stan: "Other ky, kiddo."

Mordecai: "THERE'S ANOTHER ONE?!?!?!" (words of a child that thinks their dad's name is dad)

In terms of the kid's personalities, I think Celine has adopted Stan's big heart, but Kyle's tendency to be an angry little shit. She causes havoc. She is the definition of "terrible twos," only she's five. She bites, kicks, and is the one kid who will bark and chase you at recess if you want to spice up that game of tag.

Mordecai on the other hand is a little more level-headed. He got Kyle's analytical and moral nature, but is drawn to the arts like Stan. Despite him being the older and more mature of the two, that doesn't stop him from also getting into some shit he shouldn't. He's curious by nature, so he often gets into things he can't get out of. He's ten, so he and Celine have the same age difference as Kyle and Ike. This leads to many instances of Celine being kicked like a little angry football. Ike can sympathize, so when he comes to visit from Canada on holidays, he shoots Celine little winks and gives her hard candies when she bites her brother.

Stan hates discipline, so that usually falls into Kyle's hands. He tries way too hard to be a good parent because he doesn't want to end up like Randy, even though he doesn't need to. He loves his kids to pieces, but that sometimes makes him a little overprotective. He doesn't want to seem uncaring to his kids, so he always tries to find new ways to bond with them. He was the one who instituted family board game and movie night, and he gets up early to make them breakfast every morning he can. He doesn't cuss around the kids, and he "scolds" Kyle when he slips up every once in a while, though it's not often.

Kyle is like Sheila number 2. He is aware of this and hates it. He has developed many of her mannerisms as he got older, and still cringes when he catches himself. Sometimes if he's getting riled up about something on the news or some shit that happened at work, he'll accidentally slip up and let out a curse word around the kids. This is more funny to the kids than anything, because Stan gets so worked up about it that it's really entertaining. I will specify that cuss words have never EVER been directed at the kids or used with them in conversation. It almost always happens when Kyle is reading about some stupid law being passed or new person in government, and is ranting to Stan about the "utter hilarity of the current political climate." This is how Celine learned the word bastard, and, much to Stan's dismay, will NOT stop using it. Mordecai thinks it's hilarious. Kyle is just embarrassed.

Everyone helps out around the house equally, and per Mordecai's request, Kyle drafted a chore chart that they've been using for at least 2 years now. (Mordecai was tired of Celine lying and saying it was his turn to do the dishes)

Stan falls asleep on the couch a lot, and most times, slowly the whole family will end up compiling on top of him in a puppy dog pile.

Kyle gives the kids piggyback rides way past when he physically can. 12-year-old Mordecai will still get piggyback rides around the zoo because Kyle can't say no to those puppy eyes. His back hates him for it.

Stan play fights with the kids, and it usually ends with him rolling around on the carpet laughing as two kids violently attempt to maul their father. Kyle usually jumps in before they succeed, but he makes it worse because he initiates the most aggressive tickle-fights known to man.

Ok, these are my two cents :3!! I will post more if you would like, but this post is huge so I'm gonna cut it off for now.

#south park #southpark #sp #colby rambles #sp pcov #sp post covid #sp stan #sp stan marsh #stan marsh #pc stan marsh #sp kyle #sp kyle broflovski #kyle brovlofski #pc kyle #sp style #pcov style #pc stan #post covid special #pcov style family #cloby's headcannons

[pizzaapplecheese]

I like LMK, but I will admit some of their writing decisions are a bit... atrocious. Don't get me wrong, I love the story and characters, but sometimes I wonder what is the point of the changes they make. The samadhi fire being one of them.

It is honestly one of the most useless and confusing change I have ever seen with no justification. I am going to break it down to 3 reasons why I believe this.

Nothing needed to be changed.

This is one of my biggest gripe with this change is that it doesn't even NEEDED to be changed. The Samadhi fire could still have been sealed without making Redson a newborn (thus removing the whole section where he was forced to become a disciple of Guanyin and being the whole reason why both the Demon Bull King and his brother who guarded the abortion water was angry at Wukong). It is as simple as having it be Guanyin who ordered it. At this point Redboy was Guanyin's responsibility, so why not have her ask the pilgrims to do the ritual. Both the sealing and Redson becoming a disciple can co-exist it isn't something mutually exclusive.

2. Reduces one of Redson's main character trait and takes away exploration of a complex relationship

Unlike in the show, Redson wasn't born with the Samadhi fire, he worked for it. Which outside of his devotion for his parent's admiration, isn't really explored that much. He is a very strong character in book (he caused Wukong to have a breakdown and even made him to NEED Guanyin's help in handling him, the same Sun Wukong who only the Buddha was able to stop during his havoc in heaven) and it feels a bit disappointing to see him be reduced so much in the show.

The Samadhi fire being sealed when he was older and more aware is such an interesting concept as the shift of strength would always be something to be hanged over for Redson. It would be like taking away Wukong's shapeshifting, like sure Wukong can still do many things, but he is significantly weakened. This goes back to Redson's main trait, HE IS A HARDWORKER, in the show he engineers a lot, building many bull clones and used a machine to help take Wukong's staff out. It makes sense for him to search for alternatives to help him match his previous strength or work around the issues the sealing have given him. I will be honest Redson is an overachiever, he constantly works hard on being number 1 in everything he does, he is not the type of character would have this stop him.

Also it makes such a good exploration of the complex family dynamic of the bull family. To DBK and PIF this would obviously have been seen as a bad thing ("not only did Wukong made his son a slave of Guanyin and beat him up, but he even help took away his power!" <- biased) they have every right to be angry and might even dabble a bit of behaviour that parents with disabled child would react (ie. grieving his past self and treating this something pitiful) which would definitely not help with Redson's overachieving behaviour which honestly gives more reasons why he is like that. The dinner scene would make a good moment to show the contrast between Redson and his parents because they do love each other, but the way his parents express it is harmful (they are trying at least) they would have been too busy being upset to actually think to consider Redson's own views of the situation. Like I can definitely hear DBK talking about Redson in his younger years as an unstoppable force who could conquer the world if he wanted to, until Guanyin came around and forced him to weakened out of fear and jealousy (cough cough biased narrator).

3. confuses the story

I don't feel as if I need to explain this one, but it really does confuse the story a bit. If it wasn't because the Redson situation, why did they fight in the first place? What happened in between sealing the Samadhi fire and placing DBK under a mountain? The show never explained that and juging how DBK's relationship with Wukong is constantly overshadowed in the show in favour of SEM I doubt we will ever know.

#lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk red son #lmk dbk #lmk demon bull king #lmk demon bull family #lmk guanyin #lmk pif #lmk princess iron fan #lmk red boy #rant #lmk rant #lmk samadhi fire #lmk macaque

[toomuchracket]

oh i cant send you anything without bringing ross into the mix…keir and mattys son being absolute bffs. if there’s a significant age gap between them, keir spends days in the studio holding little healy’s hand and showing him around all the equipment and explaining him stuff feeling so big kid and smart (the little brother he never had type beat) and little healy is hanging on his every word

if they’re close in age, maybe they’re a bit older (early teens) and are honestly just the best of friends they’re similar they’ve hit it off their entire lives it’s not like “oh we’re family so we’re friends too” they’re genuinely bffs and i cant think of anything specific but them just getting into purely innocent trouble and wreaking a little havoc and ross and matty have to be Dads™️ and Scold Them™️ but really they think whatever their kids did is so funny and they’re both on the brink of tears all the time looking at their boys being best friends and getting into nonsense just like they did with each other at their age

YES AWWWWW ok so thinking about lore... keir is probably three when your son is born, and as much as he loves his sister and your daughter he is HYPED that he'll have another boy around to play with him and baby hann. and although the age gap isn't huge, keir still takes it upon himself to teach his little cousin everything he knows, and literally at 5 is wandering around the studio with 2 year old baby healy clinging to him just talking about the instruments and whatnot, which everyone finds so endearing. and like you said, they are genuine friends, always really close and comfortable with each other - they're always over at each other's houses hanging out (which is kinda funny because they both look so much like their dads that matty has accidentally called keir "ross" and ross has called your son "matty", purely because the seeing them hanging out in the kitchen was just so familiar to them!) and playing football and whatever, even as they get older and the three year age difference gets harder to navigate. like you said, they do like being a bit chaotic and playing pranks on everyone, which requires ross and matty flipping a coin to see who does the scolding and who gets to laugh about it lmao; i also see ross and matty struggling to properly give them a row when little healy (12) says something sarcastic to the wrong person and keir (15) hits said person when they go to start on little healy, because "we can't say shit considering we literally did the same thing. maybe we should leave this one to their mothers". but yeah, they're definitely more like brothers than friends, which again everyone finds very endearing (and matty especially gets very emo about lol) <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #ross asks #fluff asks #dad!ross #literal d word #keir

[canmom]

Animation Night 165: New Gods

嘿朋友动画的晚上正在上映电影！

One day I'll make a new friend who speaks Chinese and I can ask to come up with a different intro for donghua-related posts ;p

Long time Animation Night viewers might remember Animation Night 102 a little over a year ago, in which we watched a film called 新神榜：哪吒重生 (New Gods: Nezha Reborn) - not to be confused with other recent Nezha-related films like Ne Zha.

And it was pretty sick. Essentially you've got a CGI film set in a kind of FF7-like dieselpunk world in which various mythological figures now run crime syndicates or ride cool motorbikes. The film followed someone who turns out to be the reincarnation of Nezha - where Nezha's old enemy, the East Sea Dragon King, is also reincarnated as a kind of mafia kingpin who doesn't know to leave well enough alone, and picks a fight, hoping to stop the new Nezha fully incarnating.

As CG films go, there's not a lot to compare it to - except perhaps Lupin III: The First, which also has the kind of smooth, slightly stylised figures and fancy effects. It was a bunch of fun, lots of twists and turns, guys who look like Sun Wukong but aren't (...maybe?), betrayals, and of course plenty of slickly choreographed fantastical martial arts.

Well, sure enough, Nezha was the first in a series! The second film in the series, New Gods: Yang Jian came out last year...

This one focuses on another character from the Investiture of the Gods, Erlang Shen (二郎神), who's got a bunch of other names, notably Yang Jian (楊戩), which is the name he takes in Investiture of the Gods. I definitely needed to read up on this guy, so here's a primer: Erlang Shen's a god, nephew to the Jade Emperor, and a rather righteous one, associated with traits like purity, decency, and slaying monsters. Physically, his major trait is the truth-seeing third eye in the middle of his forehead; he also likes to carry a three-pointed spear, and his signature technique is '72 eartly transformations', i.e. turning into pretty much anything.

In Investiture, he shows up as a discple of the immortal Yuding Zhenren (玉鼎真人) during Chapter 40, in which Jiang Ziya battles the four 'Diablo Brothers' Mo Lihong, Mo Liqing, Mo Lihai and Mo Lishou, essentially a bunch of evil wizards who are causing havoc. Now, bear with me here. Mo Lishou has a powerful flying mink (or maybe an elephant). Yang Jian deliberately lets himself get eaten, and then when Lishou sends the mink out to attack, he transforms inside its stomach, popping it from the inside as it's about to fight Jiang Ziya.

Then, Yang Jian transforms himself into the mink, and uses this disguise to get close to the brothers and steal a magic umbrella from Mo Lihong, giving Jiang Ziya the chance to win the battle. Pure TTRPG player strategems here honestly. Love it.

He also shows up in Journey to the West, in which he's sent to try and deal with the Sun Wukong problem. They have a classic transformation battle, which Yang Jian eventually wins by seeing through Sun Wukong's clever disguise as a temple, and teaming up with Laozi (yeah¸ the Tao Te Ching guy) to capture him.

All in all, Yang Jian is not a god to be trifled with.

However, the main story about Erlang Shen/Yang Jian is none of these, but a folktale called The Magic Lotus Lantern, in which he plays the role of antagonist.

The Magic Lotus Lantern tells of the goddess Huayue Sanniang, who falls in love with a mortal scholar called Lui Yanchang. Her older brother Erlang Shen, here a god, does not approve, to the point that he's willing to fight her about it. However, Huayue Sanniang wins the fight using her magic lotus lantern, and marries Liu Yanchang. Together they have a child called Chen Xiang. With me so far?

Unfortunately, Erlang Shen isn't about to take this whole thing lying down. After seven years, he tracks them down by the light of that same lantern, and briefly abducts Chen Xiang, before stealing the lantern and sealing Sanniang under a mountain (Mount Hua).

Nine years later, Chen Xiang - now 16 - learns what happened to his mum. He goes on a journey running into a number of mythological figures, including Sun Wukong, who teaches him martial arts. Indeed, Sun Wukong is like you know what kid you're pretty strong, I'll make you a big old axe to get your mum out of that mountain. At the end of it all, Chen Xiang goes and battles his uncle, and loses... but at the last minute he gets a special lotus lantern powerup, which gives him the chance to win the battle and free his mum from the mountain.

Incidentally, if you will permit a tangent (that is at least animation relevant lmao) - this story was adapted to animation in 1999 as 宝莲灯 (Lotus Lantern), and in fact that's quite a notable film in itself. To briefly tell the story again, from the 50s onwards, the vast majority of animation in China happened under the roof of Shanghai Animation Film Studio. However, during the Cultural Revolution, most of the major animators at SAFS such as Te Wei were cast as reactionaries sent to the countryside to do hard labour, practicing drawing only in secret. Chinese animation entered a period where the only permitted form was propaganda films in a narrowly defined realist style.

Following the end of the Cultural Revolution, many of these animators returned to the studio, making celebrated films like 哪吒闹海 Nezha Conquers the Dragon King (1979) as well as all sorts of short films celebrating an end to their ordeal and railing against artistic censorship. However, the studio's output - and Chinese animation in general - declined in the ensuing decades, with Chinese studios mostly doing outsourcing work and younger audiences turning to anime and western animation. So far so familiar.

In 1992, the studio started to reorganise itself along Western lines, collaborating with a company called Prrfect Animation from San Francisco. [This information comes from an article in Animation World Network, which is incredibly light on details. I can't find any other mention of Prrfect Animation outside of its connection with SAFS.] The studio would soon become part of the new Shanghai Film Group Corporation.

And in the middle of that period comes this movie - a kind of turning point for donghua. You can a restoration on Youtube, albeit unsubbed. Visually it's definitely got traces of the Cultural Revolution-era style, narratively it hews fairly close to the Mouse's formula complete with songs; indeed, allegedly this movie beat them at their own game in 1999.

Anyway, we're not watching this movie tonight - vibeswise it would be a weird combo, and it's going to take a little work to find suitable subs and mux them in, but put a pin in this, we might just come back to it.

So what about this film? In this world, Yang Jian is now living a quiet life as a bounty hunter. Here's the official English-language plot summary, which is very brief:

Twelve years after imprisoning his sister underneath a mountain, Erlang Shen, a god known for his all-seeing third eye, now works as a bounty hunter. A woman hires him and his crew to prevent his nephew, Chenxiang, from obtaining a magical lotus lantern that holds great power.

Beyond that? I can tell you that at some point he wears a fedora. Look, it's in that gif right there. Yeah, I'm flying a little blind on this one ^^'

As things turned out, I didn't end up seeing this at Annecy, since it clashed with Rintarō's new short film... but fortunately, it is now available in the usual places. So the plan tonight is pretty simple: we will be watching both New Gods films, first a reprise of Nezha and then the new Yang Jian.

Also! We're actually on time! I'm gonna go live a lot earlier than we've managed lately, namely 8pm UK time, which is about 3 hours from this post (if you're in the States, that will be midday Pacific time, 3pm Eastern time). The place is, as ever, twitch.tv/canmom. Hope to see you there~

#animation night #new gods #donghua #Youtube

[cieloclercs]

lover, you should’ve come over , send me a description of yourself + a fandom and gender preference, and i’ll ship you with a character

for f1 please! here's a description of me (tbh idk how much info you want so):

lola, I'm pansexual, she/her, I'm korean-pakistani, born and raised in the uk, 5'5, brown skin, long-ish black hair and black eyes, I tend to dress in a mixture of clothes, very into fashion (I love pintrest) and fashion weeks are the highlight of my year, I love football (liverpool fan), I love formula one (ferrari, mercedes, and redbull), and I do archery in my spare time, i'm fluent in 3 languages english urdu and punjabi, i'm also not really in touch with my korean side, which is why I want to try and learn korean some time in the future, also have alot's of family trauma!!, I'm currently in uni studying psychology and I want to become a therapist, I love animals and I have two dogs (salt and pepper) and a cat (bartolomeu the cannible), I love music and spend alot of my time creating playlists, very chaotic (adhd), my fav season is either spring or autumn, I love aesthetic things, and am kinda a perfectionist, very much a people pleaser, kinda nervous around new people, love writing stories, I have a older brother, can't cook to save my life (unless it's pot noddle), also I love spicy food!!

i ship you with lando norris!

— i didn’t even really have to think about this one it just SCREAMS lando to me like…first of all i think he’d take advantage of your love of fashion to take you on shopping trips all the time and basically just spoil you. i think he’d also secretly enjoy if you made him sit down and watch a fashion show with you. i can see him getting really invested, giving his opinion on every outfit and just looking so proud and adorable whenever you agree with something he says 🥹

— ok ok so he definitely thinks you’re super badass because of the archery, like he’s so in awe of you (and maybe a little bit terrified) !! i feel like if you ever try to learn korean at some point or get in touch with your korean heritage he’d want to do it with you. like he’d download duolingo and do it with you every single day. same applies to your pakistani heritage, he’s always wanting to learn more because he just wants to be a part of every aspect of your life !! 🤍

— oooh lando x psych!student is jumping out at me right now like it just makes so much sense ?? also if you do become a therapist, i can picture him being so supportive of you. for example if you have a hard day at work he’ll do everything he can to cheer you up and make you feel good about yourself 🥹 the same sort of thing applies to you being a perfectionist, like i can picture lando being very grounding ?? he’s always there to remind you that you don’t have to be perfect all the time and he loves you for you, imperfections and all

— first of all can i say your pet names are incredible (bartolomeu the cannible >>). we’ve all seen the videos of lando getting (mildly) abused by animals, and your pets are no exception !! 😃 he’d (unwittingly) instigate it by running away from them so they think it’s a game and then end up chasing him around the house 😭 but he loves them really <3

— i feel like with lando there’s two ways he can go with a relationship: either he’ll go for someone who’s calm and a bit more stoic to level him out, or someone who is just pure chaos like him. this is definitely a case of the latter 😅 you two are literally the ultimate chaotic duo, you wreck havoc around the paddock. like the kind of chaos where you share a braincell and do the dumbest shit ever but it’s so iconic 😭 that’s very much the vibe with lando

— i’ll make this a bit shorter because i’m getting carried away 🥴 but with music, lando definitely asks for your opinion on what to include in his setlist when he dj’s. he values your input above all else. also, i think he’d be a good influence on you in terms of helping you feel calmer when you meet new people. in the same way that he helps you with your perfectionism, i can picture him being very grounding reminding you that you don’t have to be nervous, or that he’s sure whoever it is you’re meeting will love you just as much as he does 🥹 he always wants you to feel as good about yourself as possible

— AND FINALLY he definitely becomes besties with your brother. i’ll be taking no criticism for this, lando is the type of guy to be best friends with his s/o’s brother. like at first i think your brother might be a bit wary, but lando eventually breaks down all those barriers and they become inseparable (to the point that you sometimes feel like the third wheel 😭) also !! we know lando’s not very adventurous with his food, but i think he’ll always try something if you say you like it (like spicy food): however, neither of you can cook, so the kitchen when you try to cook together is absolute chaos (kind of like you guys in general 😭)

#🪷 — rose’s 1k celebration! #lorarri #i’m sorry this is so long 😭 i got a bit carried away #<3

[writingforfun0714]

I was rewatching CW Clone Cadet arc (Domino Squad/Rishi Moon/Attack on Kamino) and thought I’d share some of my Rancor Battalion headcanons (I’ve been working on my Halloween costume and haven’t had the time to work on any fics—sorry)

*All clones are alive and live happily here*

Warnings—Not a fic, headcanons for Rancor Battalion, spoilers for CW, part 1?

Members—Havoc, Blitz, Colt, Hammer

—Colt is the oldest followed by Blitz then Hammer and finally Havoc

—They all have a ❤️MOM tattoo on their shoulder/biceps in honor of Master Shaak Ti, since they all view her as their ‘mom’

—BFFs with 99 obviously

—Defended 99 from Brick the bounty hunter guy who trained Domino Squad

—When 99 says “I’m a soldier! Like you!” I wholly believe that Rancor Battalion taught him all the classic soldier-y things like disarming a bomb, learning ship specs, and how to shoot. I can just see Colt adjusting 99’s grip and aim while Hammer gives advice on his stance. Havoc shares helpful advice about the recoil and safety while Blitz looks on silently with a ‘proud older brother’ look.

—Because Rancor Battalion trains cadets in all stages, if they have a problem, they go to 99, who gives Uncle Iroh-advice lol

—Colt is the squad leader. Strong, slightly assertive type that follows the rules

—Blitz is the medic. Quiet, smart and a gentle soul

—Hammer is the weapons expert. Hammer is a secret artist. Like this man can draw! Think Meelo from Legend of Korra lol

—Havoc is the pilot and the squad joker/fun-loving one

—Havoc is an animal lover and loves hanging with Sergeant Hound and Grizzer, Hound’s tracking massiff

—Blitz loves plants and gardening, especially when it comes to vegetation with medicinal properties

—You wouldn’t know it but Colt’s superstitious

—No one believes Havoc, Hammer or Blitz when they explain why Colt avoids stepping on lines/cracks between floor plates, and keeps a 7-leaf clover Blitz grew in one of his utility belt pockets. Only Shaak Ti knows/believes them.

—They’re all great with the young cadets (the kids)

—Preferring to keep to their squad, they often have 99 join them whenever they have free time/during meals

—All of them are fiercely protective of Shaak Ti and 99.

—They once heard Lama Su speak ill of Shaak Ti and the Jedi. They refused to take orders from him for weeks until they all got court marshaled and Shaak Ti had a talk with them.

—They also overheard Lama Su and Nala Se discuss whether or not to terminate 99 and boy it was a good thing Shaak Ti was there when they confronted the Kaminoans. Cuz they were all ready to kill Lama Su and Nala Se. Shaak Ti talked with them, learned what was going to happen and ordered that 99 be kept.

—*Big bro mode* activates any time a clone makes fun of 99.

—*Big bro mode* also activates any time Shaak Ti brings a jedi youngling/padawan to observe and train a bit. They love all ‘little jedi babies’.

—They also love getting together with Delta Squad for drinks (is the clone bar called 79’s? For some reason I thought that’s the name)

—The kid cadets all aspire ‘to be like Rancor Battalion’

I think that’s all I can think of for now, but am definitely wanting to continue. I also have HCs for the 501st boys, the 212th boys, Delta Squad, Bad Batch, 99, Jango/Boba/Omega, the Wolffepack and a few specific clones like Monnk and Bly.

I’m almost done with my Halloween costume and only have a few accessory pieces to sew. I’m not a seamstress or anything (I just found out about patterns which are like tracers to cut fabric—would’ve been helpful when I was putting my shirts/shorts together) so it’s taking a lot longer than usual, but I’m happy with what I have. I don’t think I’ve said what I’ll be so I want to keep it a surprise until I finish everything. Thanks for being patient with me Readers. I’ll post more once Halloween’s over.

#Star Wars #Star Wars clone wars #clone wars #clone wars rancor battalion #star wars rancor battalion #rancor battalion headcanons #Star Wars clone wars headcanons #clone wars headcanons #part 1? #not a fic #99 is definitely besties with rancor battalion #I’ll die on that hill

[starbornsoulrider]

My headcanons for Lilyan hanging out with her aunt and uncles:

-Meteor is the most responsible with her, he tries to teach her to be polite to other horses and just general stuff about the world. She listens sometimes but most of the time he’ll go on an hour long lecture about something only to look up and realize she’s wandered off somewhere to chase a squirrel or something. He loves her but she gives him so much anxiety 😭 he’s scared to let her go five feet away from him and will go full panic mode if she wanders out of sight poor guy

Also she steals food right out from under him sometimes and it’s devastating 💔

-Oh boy Tin-Can DEFINITELY encourages the shenanigans and kinda just lets her do what she wants, even if it’s dangerous bc sometimes he forgets to actually process what she says lmao. “Hey Uncle Tin-Can, is it okay if I go chase that bulldozer that’s always driving around Northlink?” “Meh sure kid” then later B.B will ask him where she went and he’s like “uhh.... *realizes* UHHHHHH”

also “Uncle guess what!! I bit Mr. Kembell and chased him off the oil fields!” “HAHA THAT’S MY NIECE!”

-Starshine cannot fathom why but for some reason Lilyan seems to have made it her life mission to annoy him specifically. Seriously it’s just like B.B and Starshine’s brother shenanigans- she’ll bite his tail and ears, tackle him, kick him when she gets too excited, throw stuff and hit him on accident, etc. Every time he has to babysit Lilyan he’ll always drag her back to B.B like “TAKE YOUR SPAWN BACK. NOW.” He’s a begrudgingly good and protective uncle though and will always try and help her get out of trouble.

-her and Concorde are ABSOLUTE menaces and will wreak havoc whenever they hang out together. And Concorde being a few months older is usually the one to influence it LMAO Sometimes they have Texas with they and they become the terrible trio! (R.I.P Potato lmao there’s three of them now) When they’re a lil bit older Concorde probably teaches her swear words that she overhears Tin-Can or the Soul Riders say lol

I can also imagine Concorde learning to summon her wings and try and find a way to carry Lilyan... probably doesn’t end well 😔 But Lilyan develops some pandoric super speed powers eventually so she can use that to keep up with her auntie on the ground!

#sso #star stable #star stable online #shut up blake #lilyan #babyboy #concorde #meteor #starshine #tin-can #sso oc

[theraininthestars]

Review of In The Afterlight

This month's book was In the Afterlight by Alexandra Bracken, and I didn't have the energy to read this book. It is part of a trilogy / saga of Darkest Minds, it is the third part and follows the story of Ruby. There is a fourth book that relates other perspectives and fragments of other characters.

Ruby can't look back. Fractured by an unbearable loss, she and the kids who survived the government's attack on Los Angeles travel north to regroup. With them is a prisoner: Clancy Gray, son of the president, and one of the few people Ruby has encountered with abilities like hers. Only Ruby has any power over him, and just one slip could lead to Clancy wreaking havoc on their minds.

They are armed only with a volatile secret: proof of a government conspiracy to cover up the real cause of IAAN, the disease that has killed most of America's children and left Ruby and others like her with powers the government will kill to keep contained. But internal strife may destroy their only chance to free the "rehabilitation camps" housing thousands of other Psi kids.

Meanwhile, reunited with Liam, the boy she would-and did-sacrifice everything for to keep alive, Ruby must face the painful repercussions of having tampered with his memories of her. She turns to Cole, his older brother, to provide the intense training she knows she will need to take down Gray and the government. But Cole has demons of his own, and one fatal mistake may be the spark that sets the world on fire.

The author has a gift with descriptions and metaphors to draw the audience into what Ruby and all the other characters are feeling. One of the strengths of this story are the characters, the author manages to build characters that feel real and complex, have such strong values and moralities that they are not lost in the narrative, and actually contribute and strengthen it.

Now, the main antagonist or villain is not badly written, instead, it is just as complex and shows all the talents of the author. But something that personally bothered me is that it seems like a certain event from the first book is ignored that I feel goes against what his angle is. It doesn't break the character, but it is something that I wish she would have highlighted differently. Although I understand the reasons why the author does not want to highlight it so much, and it is her right.

After reading this trilogy, I loved the relationship between Liam and Ruby. Liam is definitely a man written by a woman, and he is divine, beautiful, understandable, noble, and everything good in this world is Liam. He won me over when he said “Darling”, and I hope you do too.

This story is a clear descendant of The Hunger Games in the best of ways, capturing everything a dystopia should be, innovating the genre, and contributing to the social discussion about youth activism. I am going to give this book a 9 out of 10, because I can admit that the author's descriptions can be tiresome from time to time. The total rating for the entire saga is 9.5 out of 10 because I had a hard time finishing the saga because of the traumatic events that happen in these books, take breaks while reading it because sometimes they get heavy.

Have you read this book and saga? What're your thoughts on these books? Which other dystopia books you recommend? Which books have you read so far this year?

#dystopia #march2023 #literature #book review #in the afterlight #alexandra bracken #darkest minds #tw triggers #english #Liam Stewart is such a darling #ya literature

[epiphany-of-a-madwoman]

Do You Get Deja Vu? | Remus Lupin

▹ Pairing: Past Remus Lupin x Black!Reader

▹ Genre: This is basically only angst.

▹ Words: ~8k

▹ Summary: You and Remus could’ve had such a lovely life, what a shame you’re fucked in the head now. (MCU/Harry Potter Crossover. Reader was a Winter Soldier)

▹ Notes: So here it is, my very convoluted and self indulgent crossover oneshot. This was so so so fun to write, and I tried something a little new for me by switching timelines. I just hope it's easy to follow. Let me know what you think!

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You held the photo in your hands, a blank expression on your face. You’d been at this for the past hour, desperate for a flicker of recognition to flood your mind. But not even a sense of deja vu hit you, no matter how long you stared at it. The photo moved, something normal photos didn’t do. And it was older, definitely not from this time. There were five people, six if you counted yourself. Everyone was smiling brightly, in the midst of laughing when it was snapped. The magical nature of it allowed for you to see the sparkle in your eyes. A sparkle you seemed to be missing nowadays.

You knew them, the photo clear evidence of that. But you just didn’t know how. Bucky swore it would eventually come back to you, it would just take time. But that was over a year ago, and nothing has changed. Steve told you to not give up, with that motion-picture smile of his. And at the time you held onto hope that you could remember who you were before.

But now that faith just felt hollow. Stark had run the photos through every database he had access to, and every search came back empty. There were no leads of who they were, nothing to indicate where they could be. All you had was this old, worn photo. It had been in your file, yet most of your file had been too damaged to recover.

How convenient for you.

You stared at one of the boys, his dark hair and gray eyes an exact replica of your own. He stood on one side of you, arms slung across your shoulders. He might’ve been your brother, and that only made you more desperate to unlock your hidden memories. Because while the Avengers had been so kind and welcoming, you longed for the family you seemed to have before getting turned into a monster.

Then there was another brunette boy, his hair a much sandier brown. His eyes were a deep brown, twinkling with hints of amber. Scars both faint and fresh marred his face, yet the bright grin on his lips made them fade into the background. He stood closer to you then anyone else, his arm wrapped around your waist. Just the sight of him made your heart flutter and a faint blush painted your cheeks.

Then another man stood beside the man you thought to be your brother. His hair was dark as well and falling into messy curls. His eyes were brown as well, burning with mischief. His arm held a red-headed girl with emerald green eyes close to him, and you could just from the photo his laugh would be boisterous. He just seemed the type.

The only other girl sans you in the photo was the red-head. Her eyes were bright, somehow leaving you calm and light. Her smile was soft and sweet, almost maternal in nature. The exact opposite of the mirth dancing in your face, yet they complemented each other. Yin and Yang, keeping the calamitous group from truly reeking havoc.

The last boy in the photo was far meeker than the other. His blonde hair was a stark contrast in the sea of brunette men. He almost appeared mousy, nervously shying away from any attention. He looked like he was just happy to be involved, with blue eyes that seemed permanently teary.

You were all wearing matching uniforms, with red and gold ties that weren’t as tight as they should’ve been. You were standing on a green field, stragglers passing in the background. It must’ve been taken at a school, you just didn’t know which one.

You continued staring at the photo, as if that would somehow magically unlock a hidden message. But if there was something to be uncovered, you would’ve by now. And maybe you just had to accept that this was your life now. And whatever was in the past, whatever future Hydra ripped from you would never come back. But a part of you knew that even if your memories did return, nothing could be the same. The date on the back of the picture read 1978. It was 2022. They’d all be well into their sixties, with families to tend to and jobs to slave away at. While you were frozen at twenty-two.

Whatever was yours was gone, and maybe it’s a blessing you couldn’t remember what you’d lost.

“Hey Gandalf, why don’t you come out of your crying sesh and suit up, we’ve got a mission,” Tony Stark's voice broke the silence in the room. But you weren’t phased, he did this all the time. He took ample advantage of the intercoms placed throughout the compound.

With a soft sigh, you carefully set the photo down, preparing yourself for another mission, hopeful you would come out of it with minimal death. You’ve caused enough death for two lifetimes.

Before leaving, your eyes lingered on the photo one last time, a wistful sigh lingering in the air after you’d left.

OoO

You were nervous, a feeling you weren’t completely accustomed to. At least not while in the company of your friends, and certainly not when the cause of your nerves was your friend.

Remus stood across from you on the Astronomy Tower, a butterfly-inducing smile on his face. The silver glow from the stars and the moon made him shimmer in the darkness. His eyes sparkled, hair lazily blowing in the wind.

And you couldn’t remember when Remus had become this beautiful. There was a shift, at some point between dinner last night and Potions this morning. It was like a blindfold had been taken off your eyes and now you were truly seeing him for the first time. And it didn’t take too long to realize just how in love you were with him.

His smile, his laugh, the way he told cheesy jokes, and jokingly reprimanded you. How an absent minded smile was permanently etched on his face when in the company of his friends. The bar of chocolate he’d always kept in his pocket. “Just in case,” he’s always told you. How quick he countered any of James and Sirius’ teasing, his wit as sharp as a whip. His nose was usually buried in a book, not that he needed to arduously study. School came natural to him. But maybe the calm of the library and the musk of old books was just a comfort.

And it was only in that moment that you realized he’d never had a crush. If he did he never confided in you about it. Though, maybe with James always rambling on and on about Lily, it just got lost in the noise.

As you stared at the profile of his face, counting every freckle on his face, you hoped that there was a reason why he never told you he was in love with someone else. Maybe James, Sirius, and Peter knew something you didn’t. Because maybe, just maybe, he was in love with you too.

“I just realized something,” your voice was quiet, but cut through the silence anyway. Remus turned his gaze to you, a silent encouragement to continue your train of thought. “I don’t think you’ve ever told me about your crushes.”

He raised a brow, a questioning look crossing his face. Again, he was silent, patiently waiting for you to clarify your thoughts.

“I mean, James always goes on and on about Lily, and Sirius falls in love with a new girl every month. Peter has maintained his puppy love for Mary. But I’ve never heard about your infatuations,” you said.

He let out a breath, nodding in understanding. The easy grin was still on his face, not a care in the world.

“You’ve never asked.” His words were teasing and light. It made your heart stutter in your chest. Though that now seemed to be a common occurrence around Remus.

“Fair point. So do you?”

“Do I what?” He was messing with you, it was written on his face. He knew exactly what you were asking, and probably knew why. He just wanted you to spell it out for him.

“Do you like anyone?”

The question hung in the air. Clenching and unclenching your fists. You were terrified. Because if he was in love with someone else, it would be devastating. It would be catastrophic to your friendship. You never liked change, but you certainly didn’t want anything with Remus to change. And it would if your feelings were one-sided.

“I do.” It was vague, and you could tell by the glint in his eyes it was intentional.

“Well who is she? Do I know her,” you asked, desperate for him to put you out of your misery. You might just throw him over the side of the tower if he didn’t answer your burning question.

“Oh you know her, very very well.” He took a step towards you, getting closer and closer until there was only a few inches separating him from you. Your breath got caught in your throat as you suddenly forgot how to breathe.

“Is it someone I share a room with?”

“Yup.”

“Mckinnon,” you asked. Remus simply shook his head. “Mary McDonald?”

He shook his head in disagreement again. Your nerves were on fire, a sinking feeling in your stomach. You supposed it was stupid to think he would see you as anything other than a best friend.

“Dorcas?”

He shook his head again. You swallowed the lump in your throat. There was only one other person--

“Lily? Is it Lily?”

“No.”

“Well there’s no one else Moony, it’s just Evan, Meadow, Mckinnon, Mcdonald and..” you trailed off. Remus raised his brows, the grin on his face getting wider as he watched the realization hit you.

“Me?” He nodded his head, eyes bright under the moonlight. “It’s me?”

You were in disbelief. Remus has feelings for you. Romantic feelings for you. The realization made your grin widen, eyes softening. You could’ve melted in your spot, if not for Remus' hands that wrapped around your body, holding you in place.

“I’ve been in love with you since fourth year. I just didn’t know how to say it.”

“A simple “Hey, I really like you Y/N would’ve worked,” you said, a dreamy look in your eyes.

“Well in that case…” he trailed off, leaning his head towards you, lips a few centimeters away from yours. “I really like you Y/N.”

Your heart nearly jumped from your chest, as your body felt as light as a feather. He could’ve told you anything and you would’ve believed it at that moment.

“I really like you too.”

Then his lips were on yours, as you melted against him, hopeful that the night would never end.

OoO

Another Hydra base. That was where you’d found yourself. After the fall of SHIELD, most of Hydra had fallen, yet there were still a few cells that lingered. The Avengers were making fast work of them, this being the third successful raid in the past month.

With every mission, as you shuffled through file after file, you’d hoped to find anything linked back to your old life. But every time you came up empty handed. And you thought that today would be another mark on your tally of failures. But your name in bold print caught your eyes.

It was the top page into a manila folder, older than most. Your hands were shaky as you reached for it, breath caught in your throat. And as you paused, fingers seconds away from opening the file, you contemplated if you even wanted to read it. Would knowing what you’d lost truly be comforting? Or would it just send you down another spiral of pain. And maybe this time you wouldn’t dig yourself out of it.

But you had to know, the part of you desperate to know who’d you’d been quickly winning. Before your hesitation could dig its claws further into you, you opened the file.’

A photo of you while in cyro was paperclipped to the paper, you stats on the front page. All of it information you already knew. Gray eyes scanned the text, hopeful for something you didn’t already know.

And you finally got what you wished for.

On the second page, it detailed your capture. How Hydra had an eye on you since before you’d even graduated. Hogwarts, was the name of the school you’d gone to. A school for witches and wizards to hone their craft. They had spies throughout the school in the form of students, scoping out potential candidates. And it seemed you were their number one pick.

You had two brothers; Sirius and Regulus Black, although you were estranged from the latter. You had friends, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, and Marlene McKinnon. And a boyfriend as well, Remus Lupin. You graduated at almost the top of your class, showing promise in combat outside of magical nature.

There wasn’t much else, but supposed they wouldn’t put the finer details of your life before Hydra. It wasn’t much, but it was more than you’d found in the last year.

You slammed the file shut, holding it tight as you left to find the rest of the team. But even after meeting up with the team, you didn’t speak a word of the file tucked in your hands. There was too much chaos, too many things to focus on that no one noticed the manila folder tightly in your grasp.

“You good, Y/N?” Natasha asked, eyes narrowed as she watched your stiff demeanor. She instantly knew something was amiss with you. It was something you were never good at masking. Your eyes met her and you gave her a tentative smile you hoped would be reassuring.

“I’m good.”

OoO

Graduation had fast approached, far quicker than you’d anticipate. You suppose time really did fly when you were having fun. For the whole week you’d been filled with melancholy, reminiscing on every memory you’d hold onto for a lifetime.

You were currently in the Great Hall, eating dinner as the room was filled with chatter. The sounds bounced off the walls, echoing in the room and making everything sound jumbled and messy. But it was comforting, and you knew when your meals were more quiet and private, you’d miss the chaos.

“I just think you're not being very realistic!” Lily chided James, but despite the stern tone she used, she couldn’t hide the lovesick grin on her face.

“I’m being very realistic, Lily-Flower. Pads and I are gonna be aurors, we’ll be the wizard version of those cop movies.” His voice was nonchalant, managing to dismiss every one of Lily’s fears with the flock of his fingers and beaming eyes.

“We’re being very realistic. We’ll kick down doors, have cool one-liners--”

“Get bad haircuts,” you chimed in, inserting yourself back into the conversation.

“Get bad--” Sirius began to say, nodding his head in agreement, but he cut himself off once he realized what you’d said. His head whipped in your direction, an aghast expression on his face. Feigned of course, Sirius had always been one for the theatrics. “You take that back right now!”

“I’m not saying you have a bad haircut, just that they normally do,” you said, eyebrows raised as a sly smirk rested on your lips. Remus laughed, his arms tightening around your waist as he buried his head in your neck.

Sirius scrunched his face in distaste, tossing his bread in the general direction of you and Remus.

“You two are absolutely disgusting. I loathe the day you too love birds got together,” he said, dramatically turning away from you with his nose raised in the air. He looked every bit like the prim and stuck-up heir your mother tried to mold him to be.

“Just sounds like you're jealous,” you said in a sing-song voice. Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Please, you two are so lovesick that it makes me physically ill. In fact, I saw the two of you snogging in the halls and it made me have to make a visit to Madame Pomphrey,” he said.

You snorted and Remus laughed, a light smirk on his face.

“Maybe the next time you're there you can get something for your hair. I think it’s starting to thin,” Remus said. Sirius met his gaze, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

“Don’t you dare look me in the eyes and say such a bold-faced lie, Moony,” he said. “I have the hairline of a god!”

“Sirius, stop being so vain,” Lily said, leaning forward to grab a piece of bread to toss at him.

“You can’t possibly be taking her side. She started it!” The bread hit him square on the face, falling on his plate with a thud.

“Shut it.” She then turned her attention to you, as you hid the laughter threatening to escape your mouth behind a tight-lipped smile. “I’ve heard enough about their post Hogwarts plans. What about you, Y/N?” she asked.

You took a sip of your water as you contemplated her question. You hadn’t really thought too much about what you’d do after school. Joining the war was obvious. You felt a sense of duty to fight back, to keep the world from falling into the darkness you and Sirius endured for the majority of your life. But beyond that, you didn’t know.

“I-- don’t know. Maybe something quiet, after the war. A small cottage in the woods with a lot of dogs and a cute little garden,” you said.

“And a little lemon tree,” Remus said, sending you a wink.

“And a lemon tree,” you said, nudging your shoulders against his.

“Prongs, I’m gonna be sick.”

“If you don’t--”

OoO

Silence was always something you dreaded. It left no distractions, forcing you to listen to your thoughts. It allowed them to roam free, filling her mind with regrets that would lead to sleepless nights.

And tonight was no different.

3:23 AM.

You’d been up since 7AM and had found no hope of going to sleep anytime soon. So you walked through the halls like a phantom, getting comfortable in the kitchen with a cup of hot chocolate and a small chocolate bar. Something was soothing about the bittersweet chocolate melting on your tongue. And if you had your memories, the feeling associated with the candy might make sense.

“Bad night?” It was Steve’s voice that filled the room as he entered the kitchen. He wore pajamas that were loose on his body. Sleep made his vision hazy and slightly out of focus. And for a moment you were afraid you woke him, but immediately disproved the theory. His bedroom was two levels above yours, even his super soldier hearing wasn’t that good.

“I’m just thinking,” you muttered. Hazy eyes focused on the papers spread in front of you. Since the mission earlier, you hadn’t been able to take your eyes off the papers, having scanned each page a million times now.

“What’s that?” Steve asked, taking a seat on the cold floor beside you.

“My file.”

His eyes met yours, his gaze confused and curious.

“When did you--”

“Today. I found it at the base.”

He shifted, his body turned towards you. Yet your eyes returned its focus to the papers.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” His question wasn’t accusatory or angry. He was understanding and patient, just as Steve always had been.

“I don’t know.”

You were honest. You didn’t know why you’d kept your new knowledge a secret. The team would be overjoyed, a new lead that may help piece your old life together. But a part of you didn't want that to happen. You almost didn’t want to know what had happened. Because what if it was worse than you could’ve imagined?

“I had a brother - two actually. Though I was estranged from one of them.” Your voice was quiet and shaky, nearly undetectable by normal hearing. But Steve wasn’t a normal person.

“But Sirius and I, we were twins and apparently two peas in a pod.” You laughed, the sound hollow and breathless. “And a boyfriend too, I had one of those. And friends and…and…”

You let out a shuddered breath, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. Without hesitation, Steve’s arms wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Let it out.”

“I had a whole fucking life, and I knew that, but reading about it made it all so real. Hydra ruined my life, and I can’t even remember what exactly they ruined!” You were incoherent, the words lost in the sobs that tore through your body, eyes blurry with tears that just wouldn’t stop falling. “I fucking hate this!”

Steve didn’t say anything, just let you cry yourself to sleep. And only after he was sure you wouldn’t wake did he carefully move you back into your bed. Swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks were the only evidence of your breakdown, lips downturned into a permanent frown. He shut the door behind him on his way out, hopeful that when you woke, you’d feel a little bit lighter.

OoO

The day was beautiful. Everything about it almost seems like it came straight from a story book. The weather was divine, a soft spring breeze keeping the sun from being sweltering. Birds sang in the distance, an accompaniment to the quiet music that filled the small venue.

The wedding had been intimate, only Lily and James’ closest friends and family were invited. The ceremony had ended, and now the reception was about to start. The dress you wore was light and airy, the bottom of the dress swaying with every movement - small or large. The color was a soft lilac, nearly making your skin glow. Your dark unruly hair had been tied back into an updo, a million flowers adorning the style.

Everything about it had almost seemed unreal. The music, the dancing, everyone mingling and carefree as they ate and drank to their heart's content. It was almost as if there wasn’t a war looming in the outskirts of their vision.

James and Lily wore matching beaming smiles and rosy cheeks. He never left her side and she didn’t either. It was strange to think that just two years ago, Lily couldn't stand the sight of him, and now… They were the poster children for two kids in love.

Remus stood beside you, hand holding yours. His grip was firm but not too tight, just enough to let you know he was there. The two of you watched James and Lily whisper quietly to each other. And whatever was said elicited giggles from the other. You squeezed Remus’ hand three times, and he returned the gesture.

“Shall we dance,” he asked, using a fake accent to sound as posh as possible.

“We shall, good sir,” you responded, mimicking his accent and placing your hand into his outstretched palm. He guided you to the dance floor and you nearly felt like you were gliding across the surface the way your dress followed you.

His hands wrapped around your waist and yours went around his neck. The music was soft and delicate, the two of you gently swaying to the beat. Everything seemed perfect at that moment. The soft grin on his lips, the gleam in his eyes, and the way his hair perfectly fell into place. If he asked, you would’ve married him on the spot.

You never thought you could feel this way for anyone. And yet, here you were. It made sense why everyone lost their minds, committing heinous acts in the hope of love.

“This is nice.” The words were whispered, only for you and Remus to hear. As if you and Remus were in your own little world separated from everything else.

“It is.”

You took a deep breath, focusing on the soft breeze against your shoulders.

“What type of wedding do you want?” Remus asked, lifting your arm up and spinning you around. Once you completed the spin, his hands returned to your waist.

“Something simple and small,” you said absentmindedly.

“An outdoor wedding?” he asked and you nodded your head.

“Springtime of course, with lots of flowers,” you said.

“Maybe a meadow?” Remus spun you again, your dress gently billowing at your feet.

“It’s like you read my mind,” you said with a bright grin on your face/

“Or maybe I just know you too well?”

You shrugged, humming in agreement.

“Not like it’s a bad thing.”

Neither of you spoke as you continued to dance.

“What’s with the curiosity?”

Remus dipped you, a child-like grin on his face.

“Just want to make sure our wedding will be exactly what you want.” he said it so nonchalantly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Our wedding?”

“Yes, our wedding. That is, unless you don’t want to get married?”

He raised a single eyebrow at you. You found yourself unable to properly speak, heart racing against your chest.

“I do, I just didn’t know you did,” you said.

“Of course I want to marry you, love. I can’t imagine loving anyone else.”

You simply stared at him, scrambling for the right words to say. Meanwhile, Remus seemed completely calm and collected.

“Then maybe an early Spring wedding. You like the cold and I don’t, so March would be the best compromise,” you finally said.

“March it is.”

OoO

You couldn’t move.

Sat on your bed and blankly staring at one of the many bare walls in your room. That was what you’d been doing the past hour. You’d had a dream last night, which in itself wasn’t unusual. But it wasn’t hellish nightmares from your days as the Winter Soldier. One of the many murders you’d repeated replaying in your memory, haunting you every single moment.

This dream was sweet. It was good and nice and comforting and…

You remembered every detail vividly when you woke, because it wasn’t just a situation concocted by your subconscious. It was a memory. The first one from your previous life you’d managed to restore. Though the beginning was dark, it quickly became comforting.

You and Sirius had been home, you were around fifteen. Things were only getting worse at home, your mother using a forbidden torture curse on Sirius. That was the final straw, the only motivation the two of you needed to leave.

So you did, running out of that dreaded house and never turning back. You’d ended up at a friend’s, James Potter, whose family took you in with no hesitation. And for once, during that summer that went by too quickly, you had a family. One that was more than just Sirius. You had a mother who dotted on you, a father that cared about you. And a second brother that would fight the devil himself for you, just as you would’ve for him.

You remembered every single thing that happened that summer as if it were yesterday. You remembered the way it smelled in the morning, when Euphemia Potter was making breakfast for everyone. Or the broom wax after James spent hours practicing for the new Quidditch season. The old books in your room you obsessively read in hopes of having something to talk to Remus about. It was all there, lingering at the forefront of your thoughts.

You should’ve been overjoyed. You’d finally recovered something. But you couldn't shake the pit in your stomach. Every memory was tinged with melancholy, sadness tainting the sweet memories. But you just didn’t know why.

A sigh left your mouth. You would have to get up at some point, might as well get it over with. Bare feet touched the cold ground, quiet footsteps padding across the empty floor. You walked out the room and down the winding hall, taking the elevator down to the main level where all the other Avengers would be eating.

The elevator dinged, announcing your arrival, and sure enough, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Tony were lingering in the kitchen. ‘

“Morning,” you said. Everyone in the room chorused a reply, but you said nothing else, making a beeline for the coffee. You took out a mug, poured in the coffee then added 2 sugars and one teaspoon of honey. Taking a spoon, you stirred it exactly three times clockwise and three times counterclockwise.

“Why do you always do your coffee like that? Some kind of weird wizard thing?” Bucky asked. You tapped the spoon against the side of the mug and set it down, brows furrowed.

You shrugged, taking a sip of the drink as you contemplated his question. You didn’t know why you make your coffee that way, most times you weren’t even conscious you were doing it.

Suddenly, images flooded your mind, the intrusion causing you to lose your balance and hit your back against the counter.

“Why do you even make your coffee that way?” you asked, nose scrunched as you watched James make his coffee.

“It tastes better this way?” he said, tone defensive as he changed the direction he was stirring.

“Because the direction you stir changes the taste?” Your tone was deadpan as you looked at him with tired eyes.

“Precisely,” he said, tapping the excess coffee off the spoon before handing it to you. “Try it.”

You snorted, smacking away his hand. He gasped, a look of offense crossing his face.

“The day I drink your coffee is the day you drop dead.”

He laughed; loud and boisterous.

“I’m never gonna die. I’m too stubborn for it,” he said with a knowing smirk on his face.

“Kid, you okay?”

Your vision was replaced with Steve’s face that stared at you with wide blue eyes. You blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the haziness in the corner of your vision.

“Ye-yeah I’m good,” you muttered, setting down your coffee and rubbing your temples. A headache was forming, throbbing mercilessly against your head.

“What happened?” Bucky asked, standing to the right of Steve.

“I think I just remembered a memory,” you muttered, eyes shutting for a moment of respite. The lights were too bright in this room, why were they so bright?

“Really?” Steve asked.

You nodded your head, eyes tightly shut. Steve placed an arm on your back, guiding you out of the kitchen and into the living room. The light was dimmer and the couches were more comfortable than leaning against the counter. “What was it?”

“A friend from school. I was making fun of how he made coffee,” you muttered as you sat on one of the couches. “Had a dream last night, regained some memories too.”

“Anything we can use to track down your family and friends?” Tony inserted himself in the conversation, the whole group following you into the living room.

“Uh yeah. There was James Potter, Remus Lupin, and my brother Sirius Black. We used to live at this place called 12 Grimmauld Place in London until we ran away to the Potter residence.”

“On it.” Then Tony left, leaving you with Steve, Bucky, and Natasha.

“This is good, I told you it would eventually come back,” Steve said with an assuring grin on his face. You return the gesture, albeit with a weaker one.

The thing was, you weren’t too sure you wanted to remember what happened. But you’d never say that out loud.

OoO

It was nearing midnight, the clear skies turning rainy as you stayed bundled in a pile of blankets in Remus’ flat. You were holding a mug of hot chocolate, a whipped cream mustache remaining on your top lip. He was sitting beside you, bundled under the same blankets. Neither of you were speaking, too tired and relaxed to maintain a coherent conversation. But you were more than content sitting beside him.

A large yawn left your mouth, making your eyes slightly watery.

“I should probably go,” you whispered, lethargic and not fully aware of your surroundings.

“Just stay,” Remus said, tightening his grip around you. You laughed, leaning forward to set your cup down.

“I would love to, but it’s Sunday and I have plants that need to be watered,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Remus stirred, muttering something you didn’t fully understand.

Amusement danced in your gray eyes, a lovesick smile on your face. There were a million butterflies in your stomach that still made you feel light as air. In fact, the feeling didn’t die down but seemed to get worse. Nearly four years later and you were still a bumbling fool around him.

“What was that, love?”

“Just bring them here next time you come around. That way you won’t have to leave,” he said. You tilted your head, heart hammering in your chest. The implication of his sentence left you breathless and excited. Though you repressed them in fear reading into the situation.

“Are you asking me to move in, Remus Lupin?” There was a slimmer in your eyes, a smile you couldn’t repress.

“I am. I want to take this to the next step. I don’t want you to just have a drawer, I want you to have the whole flat.”

His hands cupped around your face and you mimicked his action. His forehead pressed against your forehead. The tip of your nose brushed against his, lips only a centimeter apart. His lips were as close as possible without touching.

“So what do you say?” he asked. Girlish giggles left your mouth, ringing in the room, filling every corner.

“I guess I have to figure out where I’ll put all my plants,” you whispered.

“I’ll buy as many shelves as you need, love.”

Then his lips pressed against yours, sealing the deal with a kiss. It sent tingles up and down your body. Your head was light and fuzzy, not a coherent thought in your brain.

You began to pull away, but Remus pulled you right back. You laughed against his lips and his grip tightened around you.

“I have to go,” you muttered.

“No,” he whispered.

“I told you. My plants will suffer if I don’t.” You pulled away again, and Remus let you, a groan leaving his mouth. Reluctantly, he unraveled his arms from your body. You stood from the couch and Remus followed, walking you to the door and helping you put your coat on. He opened the door, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You walked out the door, holding your jacket closer to your body.

“Are you sure you wanna walk in this weather, love?”

You turned to face him, the wide grin etched on your face. You were too elated to ever assume this feeling would ever end. More than likely you would simply float away, disappearing out of the atmosphere.

“I don’t mind the rain,” you said. You reached a hand out and grasped his. You hoped it, combined with the self assured look in your eyes would placate his anxiety. “Plus, I don’t think there’s anything out there I can’t handle.”

Apprehensively, Remus nodded his head. But you could still see the worry and fear swimming in his eyes. Yet he learned once your mind was set, there wouldn’t be any changing it. You simply wave off his fears as misplaced and continue home in the dark.

“Be careful, love.” The rest of his sentence hung in the air, despite the words never leaving his mouth. The war was beginning to get worse, and soon nowhere would be completely safe.

“I will.”

And then you were gone, disappearing into the darkness, rain drenching your clothes.

OoO

“So, any new memories?” Steve asked. You glanced over at him, breathing heavily as sweat drenched your face. The punching bag in front of you was tearing at the seams from the force of each hit. You relaxed your stance, unclenching your fists.

“Not yet,” you said, shaking your head. Sans the random coffee memory and the dreams you’d had a few days ago, your past life was still a mystery. You still weren’t sure whether that relieved you or not.

“Don’t worry. It’s only a matter of time now,” Steve said with that signature grin that made America swoon over him. You couldn’t help but return the expression, a glimmer of hope rising from his unwavering optimism.

“I know, I just--” you began to say, but cut yourself off, firmly shaking your head and dropping your gaze to the floor. “Forget about it.”

“What is it kid?” Steve asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You can tell me. It might help to get some stuff off your chest.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, slowly nodding your head as you mulled over his words. He was right, of course. Keeping things buried inside could only last for so long.

“I’m just afraid. Afraid that I won’t like whatever I learn about who I was before Hydra. I highly doubt everything was fine and dandy before I got taken.”

Steve slowly nodded his head, watching you with attentive eyes. Out of all of the Avengers, he was probably the best listener. Even if he did often follow it up with unwanted advice. Just another way he was a grandpa trapped in a thirty year old’s body.

“Why do you say that?”

“I remember a war and it was…it was bad Cap. We were dealing with Wizard Hitler and I just--” you trailed off, not able to find the words to say.

“Trust me I get it. But let’s weigh the options. Let’s say you get all your memories back, and it is tragic. Then you move on, you properly grieve and pick up the pieces of your life. Or, you just stay blissfully ignorant to whatever happened. But would you really be living?” Steve said.

You bit the inside of your cheek, tapping your fingers against your legs.

“Isn’t that what I’ve been doing since coming out of cyro?” you asked with a sardonic grin on your face. “Seems to have worked out pretty well.”

“But have you actually been living, or just surviving?”

OoO

The rain soaked completely through your clothes, causing shivers to rush up and down your body. It was devastatingly brutal and all you wore was a thin jacket. But you didn’t care, hardly took notice of the wind biting against your skin. All you could do was sit on the sidewalk, eyes focused on the road.

If anyone would pass by, they’d think you were a statue. You hardly blinked, even as water fell onto the tips of your lashes. Your tears were hidden by the rain that ran down your face. Even your body was unnaturally still despite the winter winds. The only thing that betrayed the illusion was the shallow rise and fall of your chest.

You held a wand in your hands, slowly and carefully tracing it with your thumb. It wasn’t your wand, the pattern unfamiliar and the weight of it a tad too light. It was James’. It’d been left on the second floor, far away from where his dead body laid. He never stood a chance, couldn’t have defended himself even if he tried.

A sob tore through your throat. It cut through the pelting of rain. It was the first real sign that you were alive. And once the first one escaped, you couldn’t stop the ones that followed until you were a trainwreck. Like a madwoman, you fell apart on the side of the road.

Dead.

You wouldn't actually believe they were dead and gone. It seemed cruel, for the world to give you and your brother people who loved and cared for you like family only to rip them away so brutally. Yet you couldn’t be delusional when faced with reality. The reality being James and Lily’s bodies being taken from their home.

Swiftly you turned your head, focusing on anything other than the whole in your chest and the lump in your throat. And you couldn’t stop the slightly deranged laugh that bubbled out of your mouth.

First Marlene.

Then Alice.

And now James and Lily.

It seemed like all your friends were dying.

OoO

Your room was trashed. Papers strewn about, furniture tossed and broken on the floor. It started when you threw your phone across the room, but then you couldn’t stop. It eased the ache in your chest and the throbbing headache. The destruction was a distraction from the whirlwind in your mind.

Dead. Dead. Dead.

‘All my friends are dead.’

The mantra repeated over and over again, the taunts sounding just like your mother. How foolish to think your life would simply become a fairytale after escaping your horrible parents. The prince was the devil and all your forest friends either died at the hands of hunters or betrayed the ones who trusted them most.

You awoke this morning to a new set of memories and it was as if your worst nightmares had come to light. That pit in your stomach that formed every time you thought of your past. The feeling that something horrible had happened was unshakable. At first you thought you were going crazy. Yet it was all with cause. Your life had been shattered long before Hydra had found you.

Sirius betrayed the Order, he betrayed James, and he betrayed you. A Death Eater, he was one of them. You didn’t want to believe it, unable to convince yourself that the man you’d grown up with. The one you used to run wild with, the only person that was always by your side when things went south at home. The only person who understood your fears and trauma’s because they were his too turned his back. He became everything he swore he’d never be.

He sold out James and Lily; killed Peter along with 12 muggles. There was no other explanation. He was their Secret Keeper, no one else could’ve given Voldemort James and Lily’s location.

And yet…

You couldn’t help the doubts that lingered in the edge of your thoughts. Even as you replayed the events that came to pass over and over again, it didn’t make sense. Or maybe you were just too delusional to ever believe that the people you’d been in Hogwarts had changed. That you weren’t all still 17 and evergreen, filled with pride and determination to change the world. You refused to accept that people grew and changed, and sometimes it wasn’t for the better.

You remembered being seventeen and willing to do anything and everything for the people you cared about. You remembered when without a shadow of a doubt, you could say the same thing about James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter. But now, you have to look reality straight in the eyes and face the music.

You weren’t seventeen anymore.

And all your friends were dead.

OoO

The autumn air was biting, the weather in London not nearly as forgiving as it was in America. Walking through the graveyard, you didn’t have to pay attention to where you were headed. You’d be here a dozen times before Hydra, and now you’d probably visit a dozen more times. Godric’s Hollow was peaceful, the storybook version of a tranquil village. You might’ve considered moving there if it wasn’t tainted with death. There was no one else around you, leaving you in silence. It was refreshing yet also maddening. You were never too comfortable with your own thoughts. Somehow they had a tendency of twisting against you, making existing in your own skin uncomfortable.

Autumn leaves crunch under the weight of your footsteps as you paused, finally reaching your destination. The two gravestones were well maintained, bouquets of flowers delicately placed near at the head of them. It makes your heart swell, a small amount of peace filling your mind. At the very least they weren’t entirely forgotten. Their legacies hadn’t been blown away by the wind.

You took a deep breath, an all too familiar lump forming in your throat. It made breathing difficult, every breath shuttered and unsteady.

“Hey Jaime, Lily. It’s been awhile. Sorry about that, I was a brainwashed assassin for a while, and then when I escaped I couldn’t remember who you were but uh-- I’m here now.”

You paused, swallowing thickly as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.

“Turns out I was right and I wasn't delusional. Or maybe I was and it was purely coincidental I was right. Either way, it was Peter that sold you out, not Sirius, though you already knew that.”

A sob escaped your mouth and you firmly shut it, determined to not completely fall apart in the middle of a cemetery. Your whole body shook, quivering as tears fell from your eyes.

“I’m a part of the Avengers now. They’re Earth’s mightiest heroes, I think you’d like ‘em a lot. They’re my new family I guess.” A small smile formed on your lips. You truly had found a family in the Avengers, even with how jacked up you were.

“I’m turning twenty-four next month. Looks like I’m finally getting older, and I think I’m doing okay now that I'm not stuck with Hydra.” The barest hint of laughter left your mouth, the sound inaudible over the wind that swept it away.

“But I wish someone had told me I’d be doing it by myself.”

OoO

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[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

What it's like to living in the manner as a child

★You are definitely doted on by everyone in the manner, Jane is like a mother figure to you and Slenderman had basically adopted you as he had with Sally.

★Sally and you are like siblings, you play together and have tea party's. Nobody is allowed to bother you both during this time, no exceptions (except for slender)

★Jeff can't bring himself to be mean to you, he might be a murderer but even he has standards. Slender notices this and came to the conclusion that you're a good influence on him.

★Somtme's Ben gives you a unplugged controller and tells you that you're playing something he's playing. it always works and Toby finds it really funny.

★Speaking of toby, he's kinda like a cool older brother to you. Unlike Jeff, he's like that weird uncle who smells like cigarettes and gives you 20$ for Christmas.

★You are not allowed outside after dark, which would be understandable if you where a normal human. But you are definitely not a normal human, you are known to stab people as a go-to solotion.

★Somtimes you find new plushies made by laughing jack in your room, ushly on your bed or a nightstand. he makes them as a hobbie and you really love soft toy's.

★You are more than capable of defending yourself, but everyone underestimates you. You can definitely use this to your advantage and cause havoc.

#creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta scenarios #creepypasta x reader #slenderman x reader #ticci toby x reader #sally williams #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta scinario

[vickyvicarious]

Y & AX for the trope mashup prompt that uses the letters. Parker/Hardison OR Parker/Hardison/Eliot :3

Fairy Tale + Arranged Marriage AU.

Parker is a dragon. Parker is a dragon and Hardison is the youngest son!

I think that I would go for a vague mashup/inspired by kind of thing, where it isn't based off any one particular fairy tale. Instead, I'd take a little from various stories/tropes.

Thus, we have Parker as the princess who was transformed as a child into a dragon as punishment for her father (Archie) the king's selfish lust for gold, after his greedy nature angered some fairy or something. She was meant to be a reflection of his greed and insatiable nature, physical embodiment of the way he unfairly taxed his people and wreaked havoc upon his land. And, in many ways, she did grow up to be just that. As a young dragon, Parker absolutely raided and attacked and was very dangerous for everyone. The king had to amass his knights to try and fight her off in order to protect the kingdom. They wounded her and drove her away to what they assumed was her death. It broke the king's heart to do it, but he thought he was making the hard choice necessary to do the most good.

Once she fled, though, she found a mountain nearby and built her lair. She started sneaking back in, and stealing more carefully - this, she soon learned, worked much better than flying in and fighting everyone. A much higher success rate. Also, while peasants are more likely to have sheep to eat, they don't have any cool jewels or gold. That all belongs to the royalty and nobility.

So Parker (who is a more snakey kind of slithery dragon, and possibly able to adjust her size via magic) basically becomes a dragon catburglar exclusively targeting the upper classes. Eventually they figure out that the dragon is very much not dead, and the king is admittedly very relieved about that, even though she's robbing them and the neighboring kingdoms blind. Since the dragon's defeat, he's been forced to reassess his attitude. He has another daughter and has always treasured her, driven by his sorrow over losing his first daughter, and now that he knows she never actually died he wants to do better by her.

So he sends out his knights in search of a cure. Eventually he finds some kind of magic couple (Sophie/Nate) who are super mysterious and maybe it's even hinted that one of them cast the curse in the first place? That or Nate is a totally normal man who just happens to be marries to witch/fairy/etc. Sophie. Not sure. Anyway, the knights return with the news that "he who tames the dragon" will transform her back into a person. The king, eager to get his daughter back, makes the standard fairy-tale proclamation that anyone who manages to transform her back into a human will get to marry her and inherit half his kingdom.

Hardison is a poor farmer in a family of farmers. The whole family is eager to complete this task because they really need the money - the matriarch keeps adopting orphans and there are a lot of them. Hardison is the youngest son, and kind of reluctant to bother the dragon. She hasn't hurt anyone in years, and he doesn't love the whole trading around daughters in exchange for favors thing that nobles do. Still, after his two older brothers both set out and fail, he decides to give it a go for the good of his family. He doesn't particularly expect to succeed, but he sets off on the journey regardless.

Now, in true youngest son fashion, Hardison was always seen as kind of lazy. He was a bookworm and would rig up various contraptions to do all his work while he 'lazed around' reading. (In fact, he taught himself a lot of stuff, and kept getting new books because he had some sort of trade system set up with merchants passing through/he just stole more sometimes.) He also was always kindhearted and most think he won't have the stomach for something as dangerous as defeating and taming a dragon. And he definitely doesn't - he can't fight at all.

But Hardison's approach to 'taming' is much more like the fox from The Little Prince. Rather than attempt to defeat Parker or even to outwit her and trap her in some kind of cage, he instead takes his time and slowly befriends her. He doesn't know how much she understands him/if she does at all, but he talks to her. He still rigs up various inventions but they're only to protect himself and make camping out near her cave easier. Eventually, over time, they become friends.

Still, the dragon doesn't transform back into a princess. Not until he tries to intervene to protect her from some other knight on the same quest who is attempting to start an avalanche to bury her alive while she sleeps. Hardison manages to stop the guy but in the process he gets injured/buried underground himself? The dragon comes to save him in an open fight (which she usually avoids in favor of trickery/sneaking, after her old injury), and as they demonstrate how much they both care about one another to the point of endangering themselves, she transforms back into a human.

They talk and spend time together, and wind up falling in love. But Parker is not very enthused about running a kingdom, and especially once she tells Hardison about all the ways she has seen nobles mistreating and stealing from the people they're supposed to protect over the years, he also is not super excited to give all the money back. The idea to give some of it back to the people who need it most is his, and they start a Robin Hood sort of redistribution of wealth. They take a lot of the money with them as they leave to start a life of travelling around giving it away/stealing and sharing more.

The dragon is now gone, though, and when the next quester comes back to report this to the king, he's very upset and probably just as confused. He thinks that Hardison either killed his daughter or kidnapped her, though he doesn't understand why he would do so when he's already been promised her hand in marriage and half the kingdom. Still, there's a simple solution: he hires a highly skilled mercenary to track them down and bring them back. If his daughter is alive and well, the farmer can live; if not, then Eliot is to kill him and return with his head.

Eliot hunts them down and catches them both to bring back. But Parker keeps escaping (she's very slippery) and Hardison keeps being kind at him and also very smart and useful. I think Eliot is going to become convinced that Hardison would make an excellent king - one who truly cares about the wellbeing of his people and is clever enough to figure out ways to take care of them. He ends up requesting that Hardison please come back and marry Parker, not because it's what Eliot was hired for but because he'd be so much better at it than the other candidates. (Also, he possibly falls in love with both of them.)

Either Hardison declines and Eliot joins them as their knight to protect them from other attempts to take them back... Or Hardison and Parker talk about it, and they decide to accept. They get married and he becomes king, and Parker is a queen who rules together equally or is in fact the final word since Hardison trusts her judgement more than anyone else even if she doesn't have as much interest in the day-to-day running of things. Eliot is their best knight, and sometimes all three of them disappear for days and shortly afterwards a lot of corrupt nobles find their pockets much lighter.

#leverage #parker/hardison #thiefsome #what a fun idea #inbox games #fic ideas #a lot of details could be rearranged here and there #for example i thought of nate being a king or maybe a new advisor #sterling would be a king #eliot has a past working in the army of the tyrant damien moreau #etc. you could do more with the world #but DRAGON PARKER #thepreciousthing #replies

[stopeatingwhales]

"how come we've never spoken before?" x noel gallagher

why haven't I written anything for noel in ages??????? anyways this was so cute I hope u lot like it <33

Pairing: 1990! noel gallagher x reader

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1.951

Requested by anon x

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“You wanna come over tonight?” Liam asked me as we were walking out of the sixth form building. “Our kids coming to pick us up so was wondering if you wanted to come with.”

“Yeah alright.” I nodded, linking my arm with Liam as we walked out of the gates together. Going over to the Gallagher residence wasn’t an uncommon matter, if anything I was over at theirs at least once a week. Since their father had left the environment was always pleasant, his mum always cooking the best, most delicious meals which caused your body to crave it again each and every day until you returned back for dinner once again. As well as that, being able to spend time with Liam was always an enjoyable experience - him being my best friend since first joining the college, we hadn’t been able to separate ourselves from each other since. Of course, we would have different friends, different groups, but we always turned back to each other - something that I adored most about our relationship; we didn’t constantly need to be with one another to consider each other our best friend. Whenever I was over we would relax in his room, talking about practically everything and everything, sometimes smoking a joint by his window to prevent his mum finding out, even though the stench of it would stick to our clothes like glue - giving it away instantaneously.

After exiting the school gates, we walked for a bit until we reached the nearest neighbourhood of houses, where Noel said he would pick Liam up. To waste the time, Liam brought out a spliff from his pocket, placing it between his lips, then lighting it, him failing a couple times to get the lighter to produce a flame. “Give me a hit,” I said, watching Liam as he quickly inhaled the roll of weed, then passing it to me, a wave of smoke hitting my face from Liam’s mouth. “Stop that you twat.”

There was hardly anybody outside, from the look of the area, merely just the occasional car whizzing past us, causing the empyrean of smoke discarded from our throats to diffuse into the atmosphere. It produced a clear contrast against the skies, which had little to no clouds visible at all. Having a clear, sunny day in Manchester wasn’t something ordinary; it was a rarity, but for the past year the weather had been brilliant, though brilliant becomes unlivable when the temperature continues to increase to the thirties, celsius wise. That’s when the nature of constant traffic, crowded streets and lengthy queues at the ice cream machine disperse into their homes - the sun being too strong it becomes a chore to leave the house. Having the world so silent, hushed, brings another kind of tranquillity to the mind. Watching an inanimate street fixated in the same position, as if it were a ghost-town, encompasses that feeling of being the only person present in the world at that moment, which makes you realise that the life you live is not lead to be controlled of dictated by others - it is yours, and it is something in which you hold complete control over.

After a couple minutes of small talk shared between me and Liam, a small car drove past us, stopping promptly as the windows rolled down, indicating that it was Noel. Me and Liam quickly rushed out of the sun that was beaming down at us, to get inside his car; Liam hopping in the passenger seat next to his brother whilst I occupied the middle seat in the back. “Hi Noel.” I said softly, smiling at him through the rear view mirror, our eyes connecting for a short second whilst he greeted me back, then turning to greet Liam before taking off. Mine and Noel’s relationship wasn’t anything special: we spoke here and there, but since he usually was occupied by hanging out with friends, or travelling as a groupie for Inspiral Carpets, we never conversed much. It was a mere relationship formulated from my closeness with Liam, as manners are important - even if Liam shows the opposite. I was quite intrigued by Noel disregarding his conventional absences; he seemed to lead a life which was exciting and alluring, and was a complete contrast against Liam’s persona from what I had noticed. Liam was more into sports, mainly football, and causing havoc wherever he could (me constantly joining him since he knew how to have an absolute good time), whilst Noel seemed completely consumed by music and the wonders of working with bands. Regardless, they shared some idiosyncrasies, one thing in particular definitely being their love for weed.

Once we arrived at the house, we were greeted by Liam’s mum, who welcomed me in lovingly. “Always a pleasure to have you over, Y/N,” she said as I broke away from the embrace we shared to allow me to take off my shoes. “Liam, I'm going to need you to help me in the kitchen today.” she then said to Liam, whose face then dropped in complete annoyance.

“Why?” he moaned in response, sighing at his mum whilst removing his shoes. “Y/N’s literally here!”

“Maybe because you haven’t done the washing up for over a week, Liam,” she responded, turning her gaze to look at me, rolling her eyes at his demeanour. “Y/N’s not going anywhere, it won’t take you a year.”

After we were able to get Liam to do his chores, I told him that I would be waiting upstairs for him, in his and Noel’s room. Once I went inside, I wandered around the medium-sized room, finding my way over to Noel’s side, especially fixated on the stack of records that he had owned, aligned by the table next to the record player. He had all sorts of bands; the Beatles, the Who, the Smiths, Sex Pistols... All the best artists. The more and more I found out about him the interest I had about him increased. He seemed like a cool older brother to have, and share a room with, even though Liam sees boys in bands quite odd - which is humorous, since he’s practically an entity of his own. Proceeding to pick up a vinyl by the Smiths, the album in particular being the Queen is Dead, I admired the cover whilst grasping it in my palms. The Smiths were the only band that seemed to use the most aimless, but oddy aesthetic images of random men as their album covers - most likely courtesy of Morrissey’s desires - though I suppose is one element which creates the artistic composition of the band, and their music. Snapping me out of the trance I was consumed in, a voice echoed in the room, one which was definitely not Liam’s. “Like what you see?”

Turning around to find out who it was, I was accosted by the sight of Noel, who was holding a warm mug of tea. Flustered, I placed the vinyl back in the stack before taking a seat on Liam’s bed. “Sorry,” I mumbled, looking at Noel whilst playing with my fingers in my lap.

View stuck on him, I watched him walk to his bedside table, placing his mug of tea on the coaster, then reaching out to grab the vinyl that was once embraced by my palms. “You like the Smiths?” he asked, his eyes now connecting to my gaze.

“Yeah I do,” I said, smiling slightly at his question. “That’s my favourite album of theirs actually.”

“Didn’t expect that from you,” He replied back, taking a sip from his mug of tea before taking the vinyl out of its sleeve and placing it on the record player, watching the needle intently as it gently dropped onto the black disc before sitting back on his bed. The title track’s intro then seeped into the silence of the room, paired by Noel humming along to it. “Think their debut was better, if I’m honest.”

“Well preference always matters,” I answered back, walking over to his bed to grab the vinyl sleeve, gazing at the lyric sheets, also taking a seat next to Noel. I felt his stare on me, but I attempted to ignore it as I focused on the little verses of poetry in one of the songs. “Morrissey is such a depressing writer.”

A laugh rumbled at his throat at my absentminded comment. Averting my gaze, I looked at Noel and smiled again. “I’m not wrong!”

“What else you into?” he asked me, curiosity laced in his tone as he diverted the topic.

“Everything else you listen to really, I looked through most of your vinyls,” I replied, watching Noel as his eyebrows furrowed together in shock, my smile widening as I felt my cheeks start to burn slightly - I had never thought that I’d be having a genuine conversation with Noel. “Especially the Beatles, Liam’s told me how much you love them.”

Noel was impressed, and it showed on his face quite evidently. “What’s your favourite album by them then?”

Looking away for a couple seconds, I thought of a response. “Probably Sergeant Peppers. Was their most innovative stuff, in my opinion at least.”

We continued to ramble on about music for a short while, Noel continuing to act excessively shocked whenever I had told him I had indeed listened or liked an artist he questioned. It was nice to finally discuss music with somebody since Liam was never really into it. “You’d never expect me to listen to all of this because I’m friends with a lunatic.”

Another laugh left Noel’s mouth, a smile stuck on his lips. “All he’s obsessed with is football, I don’t even get how you’re both mates.”

“Opposites attract.” I answered back, leaning back to have my back against the wall as we continued to talk. My cheeks began to hurt after a while of us chatting, due to the smile that was unable to leave my lips.

“How come we’ve never spoken properly before?” He asked, walking over to flip the vinyl to side B. “You’re cool.” he added in a mumble, almost as if he didn’t want it to be heard.

I felt blood slightly rush to my cheeks after the compliment fell from his lips, my top teeth clinging onto my bottom lip as a wave of nervousness washed over me. “Maybe because you’re always out.”

A hum of agreement rumbled from his throat as my eyes fixated themselves on the white ceiling. I could see that Noel was staring at me through my peripheral, which caused my cheeks to increase their redness, only slightly. “We should hang out sometime.”

Connecting eyes with him, I admired his dark brown orbs for a second, before I responded. “We should.”

Breaking our moment together, we were welcomed by an exhausted Liam rushing into the room, breathing heavily from his jog up the stairs. Falling onto the bed, me and Noel shared a moment of laughter as we simply stared at Liam’s state. “What’re you lot laughing about?”

Me and Noel turned to look at one another, sharing a gaze once again. There was a specific glint in his eyes which I marveled at, his face beaming at me, only causing me to reciprocate in the same manner. Our stare meant more than what it was, a certain tension was held between us that was felt by both participants. Especially for Noel, whose heart was pumping as if it were about to burst out of his chest, his cheeks a little flushed out of admiration for the girl sitting next to him. “Nothing.” we replied, giggling slightly as our eyes stayed glued on one another.

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Deceivers Ch. 3 - Noble

Word Count: 3261

Chapter 2 - Havoc

Chapter 4 - Flit

The guards brought you into a room. The chains became heavier each minute, painfully pulling down your limbs. Although you were still in a predicament, being in this room with only two lanky looking guards without any weapons gave you a slight hope of escaping. If you could use a moment where they didn't pay enough attention... They didn't lock the door either, they seemed to feel safe enough.

You wouldn't be able to use your hands well since they were tightly held together by the chains, your legs however, had more room. So when one of the guards turned away from you to go to a table in the corner, you took all your remaining strength and headbutted the guard that was holding you, taking him by surprise.

He groaned and fell backwards, forced to let go of you. You didn't have time to worry about your ringing ears and pulsating head, so you made a run for the door on your wobbly feet.

"Oi, brother, quick! She's running!"

"You fucking idiot!", the other guard shouted, and you could tell that he had come after you. He was much faster and nearly reached you already. If you could just... two more steps.

Just as you were about to grab the doorknob, your body was jerked backwards violently and you fell on the ground face front with a loud thud. You screamed in pain, unable to support your body with your hands. The impact knocked the air out of your lungs, and you rolled around on the dirty floor, trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck", you gasped and before you could fully process what happened, the guard put a metal ring around your neck with a click. Your breathing was still ragged, and your lids fluttered.

"You little slut, now you didn't only bruise my brother but also yourself. I hope for your sake that your price doesn't drop", the guard with the metal ring hissed.

You let out a breathy chuckle. "I hope it does."

You wondered if the harsh impact from the headbutt let you say reckless things, because how else could you have possibly re-found your fighting spirit in a failed escape?

"Then let me explain something to you, girl. See this ring?" He pointed at your neck. "This is an explosive collar. So, every time you try to pull a little stunt on us or your new owner, you risk being blown up and shredded to pieces. You can't take it off and if you mess with it in any way, shape or form, it's gonna explode. If you flee, your owner can send a signal and the collar will, you guessed it, explode."

Your eyes widened at the thought. You didn't even know that things like this existed, and although you didn't even want to be sold in a human auction, you didn't want to cause your own horrible death either. Countless thoughts were running through your mind, none of them contributed anything to make you feel better about it.

You flinched when they tore down your dress and the worst scenarios took place in your head, but they just put a new, clean dress and shoes on you.

Although your escape failed, you somehow saw a slight chance to get out of all this, you just had to stay strong. Planning an escape ahead was definitely not possible since you didn't know where you'd end up next, but if there was even the smallest chance you didn't want to let it slip.

For now however, you were shattered. Your lungs still hurt and with that stupid collar you couldn't do anything anyways. So you just coughed when the guards roughly pulled you up, taking you through another dark tunnel to something that you could only describe as a prison. It was just a bunch of cells next to each other with people behind bars. They shoved you in one of them and you nearly tripped.

"Pretty harsh treatment for a top seller, don't you think?", you said bitterly and looked around the cell. You shared one with two others, a young man with empty eyes and a girl, maybe a few years older than you. She looked at you briefly, giving you a gentle smile.

"Hello. Do you want to sit?" She nodded towards an empty space on the bench next to her. It baffled you that she was so friendly, despite being held in a human auction house.

"It's really lonely in here usually", she added, and you sat down next to her.

"Usually? That sounds like you're here often..." It was meant to come out as a joke, but it sounded a lot harsher than you wanted it to, although she started laughing suddenly.

"You could say so, yes. I've been here for three months."

You opened your mouth in shock. "Why three months!?"

"Nobody bought me. I was really glad at first, but this place is so horrible that I just wish I could be someone's maid. I don't care that much anymore, I just want to leave this cold cell. There was just always someone with a higher value and nobody really took interest in me. I'm apparently not worthy of spending money on."

That sounded horrible. The fact that she had been here for so long and that she thought she was somehow of low value because no one wanted to buy her as a slave. At least you knew what would happen if no one bought you, so you wouldn't end up dead in a ditch.

"But well, what's your name?"

"(Y/n)." In fact, you would be another top seller probably robbing her of her chance of being bought and that made you somehow feel really guilty. But neither of you chose to be here after all. "What's yours?"

"I'm Jeany. Nice to meet you, (y/n)!"

She was so cheerful despite being locked in here and you didn't know how to process this. You talked for a little while and got to know that Jeany made some bad decisions and started affiliating with pirates who betrayed and sold her. You didn't know why someone would meddle with lowlifes in the first place but there were many things you didn't know, so you just felt sorry for her.

When she asked you how you ended up here, your stomach twisted. As you wanted to start, two guards hurriedly walking past caught your attention and luckily you could hear their conversation in your cell.

"Did Ocsid-san tell you? The world nobles are coming to the auction today! It would be a big loss if they...", was all you could hear before they vanished behind a door.

Your face lit up instantly and your mood changed. The Celestial Dragons, the highest authority in the world would come here and surely put an end to this! Excitedly you turned to Jeany and halted for a second when you saw her frightened face.

"Jeany! Did you hear that? That's great, we're gonna be free! Aren't you glad?"

She didn't look at you when she spoke. "(Y/n)... do you know anything about the world nobles?"

"Yes! What they say overrules anything else. They can control an entire marine fleet if they wanted to!" You could barely contain your excitement. "They are admirable people who keep us save! My brother's a marine, he told me all about them. They will put a stop to this madness."

You sighed in content, but Jeany didn't seem to share your happiness. Quite the opposite, she seemed enraged. Was she so deep in that pirate business that she hated the world nobles?

"(Y/n, you know nothing about them. The world nobles directly contribute to this system. Actually, they are the ones profiting from it the most", Jeany whispered.

"Jeany... what are you saying? Why would they do that, they're with the government..."

Jeany clenched her fists and scoffed.

"There's always more below the surface. The world nobles are the ones who bring the most money into the auction houses on Sabaody. Take the worst pain you ever experienced and multiply it times ten, that's how it feels to be a slave to a world noble."

"But... it can't be, I-"

You sat there in shock, unable to protest. You couldn't really believe it, because your brother had always told you how great the world nobles were. You never really thought about the power they held, being able to control everyone and everything. You just assumed that they would do good things with this privilege. But now that Jeany was sitting next to you, visibly upset, you slowly questioned what you had learned. Could it be?

"But that would mean that the marines can't stop them either... Oh my god." Realisation hit you like a brick. If there are world nobles at the auction and one would buy you, not even your brother could save you. Even if he found you and was right here at the auction house, he couldn't stop them.

"Yes, they know about this and accept it. I have seen world nobles and their slaves on the streets. They kick them and if they make any noise, they shoot them on the spot. If you intervene you get shot too. If someone wants to pick you up to take you to a doctor they get shot too. If they see you and decide you'd be a good slave, they take you with them right then and there. I heard that they skin and burn slaves alive when they do things as simple as smiling", Jeany explained, and all the colour was drained from your face. This was horrible.

The crushing feeling of hopelessness and doubt rushed over you. If this was true, then everything you believed about good and evil was severely damaged, if not completely false. You grew up believing that rulers and marines were undoubtedly good, and pirates and criminals were evil. But hearing what Jeany said shook your world view and all that was left was a gigantic heap of debris. You had always trusted your brother with your life, but it made you wonder if he knew about this or if he was just as oblivious as you. He must be, he would have told you for sure.

"I... just... I didn't know that", you muttered. "I thought they were good people who help to free the world from evil."

"Everyone has a different take on good and evil but compared to the supposed goodness of the world nobles, the evilness of criminals seem much more honourable. At least that's what I think", Jeany said, and you had nothing to add to that.

It felt like your mind disconnected from your body. That tense feeling of questioning your entire existence sent shivers down your spine. It mixed with the absolute fear of being sold to a world noble. But maybe Jeany was lying to you? But what reason would she have for that? She probably just disliked the world nobles because she was part of a pirate crew? Then again, she would probably just say that outright instead of making up creepy stories. You remembered your people being slaughtered by the pirates. Would world nobles do things like that? Why would they?

You were deep in thoughts, but a loud bell brought you back to reality.

"It begins", Jeany whispered, and you looked at her. Her hands were visibly shaking, and tears were making their way down her cheeks. Suddenly, she gripped your hands, holding onto them as if her life depended on it.

"Please, (y/n), I know we don't know each other well, but don't forget me. When I end up with the dragons, please think about me. I need at least one person to think about me when my life takes this turn. Otherwise, I won't endure it. Meeting you was the closest I have ever come to friendship. Please...-"

"Jeany." She stopped. "Let's promise to meet again."

She looked at you wide eyed and gave you a small smile. You shook her hand and smiled back.

"Number 1!", a guard bellowed and the gate to the cell flew open. Jeany gasped as the man grabbed her arm and yanked her outside. With a sinking feeling in your stomach, you watched her twist and turn to escape the guard's grip and it slowly dawned you.

Everything she told me about the world nobles is true.

You didn't see Jeany again that night, but it didn't surprise you. God knows where they took her, but she had definitely been bought because she didn't return to the cell.

Your body couldn't really decide if it wanted to feel hot or cold, if your heartrate was supposed to go down dangerously low or to go up dangerously high. The collar around your neck felt heavy, but even heavier was the burden of fear of being sold to world nobles. It has been a strange day. All the new information left a lasting impact on you, but you had to be ready to use them to your advantage eventually.

"Number 13!" The gate flew open another last time, to bring out the main attraction of the evening: You. As with Jeany, the guard grabbed your arm and you let him. Too much energy had been drained from you during this day, from your attempted escape to meeting Jeany and finally being pulled onto a brightly lit stage.

A loud man with long, black hair and a yellow dress with a blue hem cheered when you entered the stage. You couldn't see the audience because the lights were blinding your eyes, but maybe it was for the better. There was no indication on who exactly sat in front of the stage.

"My dear customers, you won't believe what our best product is tonight! Drum rooooooooll", he sang and the guards at the sides of the stage clapped their hands. "Whoohoo, a noble lady from a faraway land! She is an orphan and has no relatives, so no one in the whole wide world will miss her! Do with her whatever you want, although she cannot clean and cook but, ladies and gentlemen..."

He danced around you wildly and made exaggerated gestures towards you, hinting on your body. His words hurt you and you started crying quietly. The memories of your parents became visible and even though Tenmon was out there somewhere, he wasn't here.

"Ladies and respectfully, especially the gentlemen, I can promise you, this girl is untouched by the male species!"

A rather quietly wave of ooohs and ahhhs filled the giant room and your heart sank. You felt so exposed and vulnerable at the thought of God knows how many strange people sitting in the rows gawking at you like you were a circus attraction, getting to know private things about you.

Some people started muttering with each other, probably about the plans they had for you.

"The starting price is 500.000 Belly! Let's see what this little beauty is worth!", the man shouted enthusiastically.

A voice from the audience bid 600.000 Belly and a 700.000 Belly bid quickly followed. You prayed that it was over quickly and that your new owner wasn't a world noble. Maybe some lonely nobleman who was a bit weird at best, not outright cruel.

"Five million!", a nasal voice shouted.

A few people in the audience gasped, followed by general excited muttering. You didn't feel like gasping, your mouth hung open and your eyes were widened in shock. Fucking five million Belly? Why and how would someone pay that amount of money for a girl? Now you were curious, and you tried to see through the blinding lights, but to no avail.

The auctioneer stood next to you, speechless.

"Fi- fi- five million Belly! What an outrageously generous sum! D- do I hear more?", he asked in a shaky voice but deep down you knew that nobody was going to speak up.

"Five million going once! Five million going twice!" He waited a few more seconds before wielding a hammer towards a little desk.

"Soooooold! Knocked down at five million Belly by the great Saint Charlos! What a great conclusion of today's event, we had..."

You couldn't really hear the rest of his speech because your mind was racing. Your body was shaking and with a sore throat you could only whisper "Saint... Charlos..."

You didn't know this name, but you were well aware of who they called a Saint nowadays. This could only mean that you were bought by a world noble.

You sank to your knees, but the guards picked you back up, carrying your lifeless body into a room. There was nothing you could do as they took of your dress and tied you to a weird construction, restraining your arms and legs. Your breathing was shallow and the horrible things Jeany told you made you shiver in fear.

You closed your eyes when the door opened, although you couldn't even see the room if you wanted to. Your face was pointing towards the ground, so you had to rely on your ears.

"Saint Charlos-sama, I am so delighted to present your purchase to you!", you heard the auctioneer say and your heart rate increased immediately. He was here.

"Very nice. Is the branding tool ready?"

Your breathing picked up and you wiggled in your restraints. You knew exactly what a branding tool was, but they wouldn't do that on humans right? Branding was done to cattle. It dawned you now, that to a world noble you were probably nothing more than cattle anyways.

You could hear metal clunking, cold sweat running down your neck as a response. There was no way out of this dire situation.

His heavy steps were coming closer and the ugly sniffling noises he made made you sick, just like the clunking metal and the slight sizzling from the branding iron. He was almost there, his pressuring aura hung in the room like a black veil.

You clenched your teeth and tried to hold back tears, but when the hot metal hit the skin on your lower back and the smell of burnt flesh filled the room, the tears came anyways along with a piercing, blood curling scream. Your mouth hung open and you pulled on your restraints, trying to move your body away from the iron, it only being pressed onto your skin harder. The hot sensation was the worst pain you had ever experienced, even though it only lasted a few seconds.

A mixture of sweat and tears trickled on the ground, and you breathed heavily, the pain had almost knocked you out. The smell was still lingering in the air, but you managed not to vomit. The world noble chuckled and the guards untied you, disregarding any safety measures because they probably knew that you didn't have the strength to run, let alone fight.

They pulled you from the construction and you slumped down in front of the world noble. Through your dizzy eyes you tried to catch a glimpse of him. On his oddly shaped body there was a bored face behind a jelly like bubble. He looked down on you with hooded eyes and a frown, giving you the feeling that you were worthless and inferior. The annoying sniffling noises originated from his runny nose, which made him look like an oversized toddler.

"I will have a lot of fun with you, wife number 14", he slurred while lightly kicking your sunken frame.

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