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yourmidnightlover · 1 year

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Xavier x Reader piece where reader saw Bianca leaving Xavier’s dorm and assumes they’re back together after Xavier & reader would flirt here and there. Reader begins to ignore him and he’s confused as to why… idk could be cute, could be smutty just a random thought

SO CUTE AGHHH

rumors

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: reader noticed xavier pulling away and tried to talk to him about it when she sees bianca barclay leaving his room looking more than satisfied.

warning: !not proofread! read the request ig, i also did add smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected piv, VERY soft sex bc i’m a softy myself :)

a/n: i tried to follow the request as much as possible, and i hope i did it justice! i’m also so so sorry for the tardiness of the post, even though there isn’t a specific deadline or anything. i’m working my way through my requests and my series! i want to make sure everything has at least a half decent plot <3

you weren’t stupid. you had heard the rumors. those rumors being that xavier and bianca were back together.

now, you had also thought that wasn’t true. you and xavier had hung out on many, many occasions, going as far as you you ending up on his lap during a heated make out session. so, maybe you just assumed it wasn’t true.

but it was more than flirting and kissing with you. it was conversations about constellations and religion. it was cuddling until 1 am in his room because you didn’t want to be apart from each other. it was falling asleep on the phone for a few days when weems nearly caught you. it was more.

or was it all in your head?

it had been nearly 9 months since xavier and bianca had broken up. he seemed content with the breakup, mostly unaffected by it aside from his trust issues spiking like no other.

bianca, on the other hand, seemed furious. maybe about the breakup, maybe about seeing you with him. either way, she was mad and it seemed to involve xavier.

the past few weeks he had seemed distant. he wouldn’t call you as much. there were significantly less cuddle sessions. he wouldn’t kiss you as often. you know he doesn’t technically need to do those things. it’s not a requirement, you aren’t in a relationship or anything, but you missed it like no other.

so, when you were headed to his room to talk about everything and saw bianca leaving his room, you hid behind a pillar before she saw you. but you saw her. you saw her with that smirky smile on her face.

you basically knew what that meant. now, you knew why he was being so distant. bianca and xavier were probably going to get back together. he was going to leave you in the dust.

like any logical person, you decided that instead of letting him abruptly cut you out of his life, you would cut him out first.

this world is a kill or be killed, hurt or be hurt world. you were already hurt, but you definitely didn’t want to end up dead. yet.

“hey, y/n,” he called to you in the hallway as you were walking to your next class that you happened to have with him. “y/n,” he jogged to catch up with you. you didn’t even look his way. “hey, so i was wondering what you were doing later on today?” his shoulder nudged your own, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “y/n?”

you continued to walk to class, not even bothering to look up at the gorgeous smile that you were sure was beginning to fade. you sat in the back of the class, where there was no seat beside you, instead of sitting in your rightful seat beside xavier.

the one time you mustered up the courage to look at him during class, he had this puzzled look on his face as he was doodling something he would normally show you once he was done.

“hey,” enid sat beside you in your next class with a worried tone. “ajax and i were talking, and he said that xavier is confused about you. well, more confused about why you’ve been ignoring him? and i know it’s not really any of my business, but i was just wondering if you were okay? because you can always talk to me no matter what! off the record, too!”

“enid,” you smiled as she looked at you expectedly. “i’m okay… or, i’ll be okay. i just realized some things and now i’m dealing with the repercussions the best i know how. but if it ever becomes too much, i know who to come to,” she smiled as you did the same before running back to her desk beside ajax.

you knew she cared about you. but you also knew that she cannot keep her mouth shut. you love that about her, but it also means you have to be careful what you tell her. you know you made the right decision as you hear her loudly whisper:

“she said she’s okay and that she realized some things, but i dunno, jax! i guess she might need some space?”

you chuckled to yourself as the teacher began the lesson. she was a lovely girl, only doing what she thought was best for her friends.

the next day, it happened at dinner.

you had avoided his table at all costs, not even glancing at him as you saw him trying to wave you down out of the corner of your eye. you sat down at an empty table near the trash cans, one that nobody really wanted to even sit at and began eating quickly so you could leave.

your lunch was cut short when he plopped down beside you. you waited a few seconds, ignoring whatever came out of his mouth before standing. you muttered a small, ‘not that hungry,’ before tossing your food in the trash and making your way to your room.

“y/n,” he was rapidly knocking on your door. “y/n, let me in! i don’t know what’s going on but you have got to stop ignoring me,” there was a moment of silence where you contemplated opening the door, but all you could see was the look on bianca’s face showing you all you needed to know. “please open the door.”

it was when you heard footsteps walking away that you let the tears that you didn’t know were building fall freely. hunched over at your desk, sobbing into your hands, you let yourself truly feel what you had pushed down for days.

you truly fell for this guy over the past few months of knowing him. while you hated not talking to him, you knew it would hurt more if you let yourself stay attached only for him to break things off sooner rather than later.

it had been maybe fifteen minutes if you letting yourself sob into your hands when you heard a rapping at your window. you turned to see xavier, standing outside with his hands shoved in his pockets as he shivered in the cold.

“please, let me in, y/n,” his eyes were pleading with you. you never should’ve met them. “let me in.”

with a huff, you walked to the window and unlocked it, grabbing onto his arm to help guide him in. in all of the time you had been hanging out, he had never been so desperate as to climb up the fire escape to see you.

“what the hell, thorpe?” you scolded him, knowing he hated when you called him by his last name. “you’re an idiot.”

“yea, i might be an idiot,” he nodded as he sighed, adjusting to the warmer environment in spite of how cold you had been to him. “but i’m not the one that’s been ignoring my best friend for days.”

“you’re kidding, right?” you scoffed as you went to sit down on the edge of your bed. “i wasn’t sure you’d even notice, let alone care.”

“why the hell would i not care?” he threw his hands up in defeat as he began pacing back and forth in front of you. “god, do you not get that i care about you? you’re my best friend. of course i’ll notice and care when you ice me out!”

“you did it first!” you pointed your finger accusingly at him before taking a deep breath. “you stopped hanging out with me. you would barely come over. you barely even… god i sound like a moron.”

“i barely even what?” he froze at looked longingly at you as he awaited your answer.

“you barely even kiss me anymore,” you opted to avoid his gaze by finding interest in your own hands. “and i was going to talk to you about it a few nights ago when i saw bianca walking out of your dorm. and believe me, she looked more than satisfied so don’t worry about your own performance.”

“is that…” he was lost in thought before something clicked in his head. “you thought that her and i…” his brows rose insinuatingly.

“of course, i did!” you felt the tears well in your eyes again. “and i felt… i felt stupid. and i felt used. and then it made sense, why you stopped talking to me as much and why you were distancing yourself. it clicked. because you want to get back together with her.”

“y/n, i-“

“let me finish!” you snapped. “you owe me that much. you could’ve at least told me! you could’ve told me we weren’t going anywhere before i fucking fell for you! god, i don’t know if it was a game for you to see how many ‘bitches’ you could pull or what, but i don’t-“

his lips were on your own. his hands were cupping your face and his lips were kissing you passionately. your hands went to his wrists, almost to keep him there before you remembered why he had to kiss you to shut up.

“thorpe-“

“i love you,” he pressed his forehead against your own with a sorry look on his face. “she’s been trying to get back at me since the breakup. then, she noticed how i much i cared about you. she figured out how i felt and told me to stop doing… what we were doing or she would tell you. i didn’t think you’d feel the same way. i thought you would be freaked out by the fact that i was in love with you. i’m so, so sorry.”

you lightly pressed your lips to his, only for a short moment. “you could’ve told me, xay.”

“i’m realizing that now,” he smiled softly. “let me make it up to you?”

you nodded your head, “and how did you plan on doing that?”

“well,” he lifted you up by your ass, gently scooting you up on your bed. “before she blackmailed me, i was being distant because i was planning something very, very nice for you,” he began kissing down your neck, his hands now trailing up and down your body leaving goosebumps in their wake. “something romantic,” he sucked harshly on the spot that drove you crazy before one hand shot to his hair, the other going to his shoulder to draw him closer. “something a bit nicer for what i really, really want to do with you,” he emphasized with a gentle bite to your earlobe. “to you,” you moaned at that one, grinding up on his thigh that was between your legs.

“xavier,” you whimpered. “i want you… please?” he pressed his leg further into your core leading to you throwing your head back, giving him more of your neck to work with.

“let me take my time,” he worked his hands underneath your shirt, looking up at you for permission before you helped him throw it over your head. you tugged at his own shirt with a smirk.

“mmkay,” you nodded as he kissed up your stomach, sucking and nibbling on your skin to mark you more than he already had. “missed you so much, xay. missed you so much.”

“me too, love,” you lifted your chest as he unclasped your bra. “i missed you too,” once he disregarded the bra, he began to eagerly suckle on one of your breasts. he carefully teased the nipple with his tongue, letting his hand massage the neglected one, his fingers gently pinching your nipples just the same.

“please,” you continued to hump his thigh eagerly as he continued to switch his actions to the alternate breast. “please do more?”

“whatever you want,” he smiled before pulling at the waistband of your skirt. you lifted your hips to help him pull both the skirt and underwear down your legs. “so fucking perfect. and all mine,” his fingers danced around your pelvis before he got of the bed, putting your thighs over his shoulders to drag you to the edge, a laugh leaving your mouth.

“all yours, xay,” you smiled as he began to toy with the bundle of nerves at your center. “oh my god. that feels so… so good,” your hand was now playing with his hair, the other grasping his shoulder tightly. “i think you should know,” you huffed out a breath as his lips wrapped around your center. “oh fuck. shit, please keep going,” he let a finger slowly enter your center. “oh my god.”

“are you sure?” he momentarily stopped before you guided his head back to your center, nodding eagerly as your head swung back once more.

“i’m so fucking sure,” his tongue was gently massaging your clit excellently. with each tug and take your fingers did to his hair, another moan left his mouth. the vibrations worked their way through your entire body, making you feel everything.

“god, i can’t believe we’ve never done this. i think-oh fuck-i think i’m close. please don’t stop!” your thighs began to clamp over his head as your hips rutted against his mouth. “xavier! holy shit,” you had to pull him away by his shoulders.

“you like?” he chuckled as he pressed his lips to your own. he felt you continue to grind against his leg before you pressed your hand against his bulge to massage it. “y/n,” his forehead dropped to your own.

“i wanna do this with you,” your free hand went to cup his cheek. “only if you want to, of course. but you have my full, enthusiastic consent for all of it,” it was your smile that convinced him.

“i don’t-i don’t have any-“

“just don’t use one,” you pleaded. “i’ve been on the shot for a little over a year and i’m clean…”

“have i told you how much i love you?” he groaned before you worked your hand under his pants, pulling his hard dick out and stroking it a few times before he kicked his pants off. you lined it up with your center. “i’m gonna go slow, okay?”

“mmkay,” you nodded. “just… please?” he pushed his tip in, leaving your jaw dropped from the intrusion.

your arms went underneath his arms that were beside your head to hold him up, wrapping around his shoulders. you whimpered with each inch he pushed inside of you, your nails digging into his skin.

“jesus christ, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he bottomed out inside of you. “holy fuck.”

“uh huh,” you nodded. “feels like… your in my stomach,” your whines were filling his ears. “please move? please?”

his hips began to piston in and out of you. with each thrust, a symphony of moans we’re pulled from your throat. he pulled back to look at you lovingly, letting one of his hands cup your face before he pressed a kiss to your lips. he used this distraction to pick up the pace.

the sounds of his hips hitting your thighs began to resonate throughout your single, your moans only getting louder as you breathed in each others’ air.

he brought the hand that was cupping your face down to your clit, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. with the way your pussy began to pulsate around his cock, he knew he was close to the edge.

“y/n,” he huffed out, his forehead resting against your own as you nodded.

“i know,” you held onto his arms. “me too. just-just do it inside, please? cum inside of me?”

“yea, yes,” he pressed his lips to yours once more before watching as you fell apart on his cock. your head was thrown back, but your eyes remained on his as he joined you in his own ecstasy.

“oh my god,” you held him closely as your bodies came down from the high. his hands cradled your body tenderly once you were both safely on the ground.

“oh my god is right,” he chuckled as he carefully pulled out, laughing a bit more as you winced from the sensitivity. he got up and went to your bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and dampening it so he could wiped up the mess between your thighs.

“i really do love you,” you smiled up at him as he pulled his shirt over your head. “like a lot,” you both smiled.

“i think you also really love how i made you cum, pretty girl,” a hot blush crawled up your cheeks. “you realize you were just naked underneath me, right?”

“yes!” you shrieked out. “i know that… it’s just-i don’t know. i get-i have the right to be vulnerable after having sex!”

“i know you do,” he smiled as he pulled on his pants, crawling into bed beside you before you opted to simply lay on top of him. “i’m just teasing,” he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

“meanie head,” you grumbled into his bare chest, his warm skin never feeling more comforted by anything.

“you weren’t saying that whe- ow!” you pinched his nipple and began to laugh at his whining. “what the hell?”

“stop teasing,” you said smugly. he could feel your smile against his skin.

“after that?” he scoffed. “i’ve learned my lesson,” he hugged you tighter as you littered light kisses to his chest.

“goodnight, xavier,” you let your chin rest on his chest so you could look at him with the cheesiest grin that’s ever existed.

“i love you,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your lips once more before you laid back down on him.

you fell asleep to the beat of his heart calming your own. he fell asleep to the lull of your soft breath. you both woke up with the warm embrace of your love for the other, which is how it would be from then on out.

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21wanderer · 5 months

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Mason and the golden skin

A special thanks to @dulafer, who helped me come up with the idea after having hit a minor writer's block Body a day - #14: Battery

Mason had been envious of his classmate Chris since the first day he met him at Colchis University, so much so, that it had become an obsession. He envied him, he envied him so strongly that all he could think about was becoming him. Every thing about Chris, he desired and longed for, so much so that it became unbearable.

One of Mason’s former highschool classmates, Jed, was also studying at Colchis, studying both neurology and engineering. When Mason confessed his feelings towards Chris, Jed became lost in thought. The silence was eerie, but Jed was definitely contemplating Mason’s thoughts.

“If you really could switch places,” Jed said after the very long pause, “would you?” “Yes!” Mason blurted without hesitation. “Even if it meant giving your life to him?” Jed asked. Mason was a bit more reluctant this time, he hadn’t actually considered that, but if he had to swap places with Chris, it made sense, that Chris had to be somewhere else. But there would be no way, that Chris would ever accept that. “I’m sure, I’ll manage…” Mason said nonchalant.

Jed seemed very interested in the conundrum, but more out of curiosity than envy nor desire.

“If I come up with a solution – I want you to do something for me…” Jed said looking up at Mason. “What do you want?” Mason asked. “I want you, or rather you in Chris’s body as my boyfriend.” Mason blushed, “you have a crush on me?” “Maybe,” Jed answered clearly embarrassed and uncomfortable, not even looking at Mason anymore.

“Hey,” Mason began softly, breaking the awkward silence, he walked over to Jed, then pushed Jed’s chin up so that they had eye contact. “If you are really willing to do this for me… Then you might as well call me your boyfriend already,” he said, touched by Jed’s sentiment.

Two semesters later they came up with a prototype for a body-swapping device, technically it was a mind-swapping device. It would carry the full neurological pattern between two brains within a very short distance. Mason had to get Chris somewhere secluded, so that no interference was possible, and he had to take a clean shot. Jed was confident, it would work, but there were many potential risks. The device looked similar to a tablet with a camera attachment, except for the fact that the tablet part mostly consisted of batteries in a series. The device took an unbelievable amount of power, 75% of the device’s weight consisted of the batteries powering it.

Jed somehow managed to arrange a meeting with Chris at a remote part of campus. Mason wouldn’t have been successful if he had tried, after all Chris knew him, but Jed didn’t actually tell Mason, exactly how he managed to convince Chris to turn up at that place. But he did, and armed with the tablet-camera-thingy, Mason was prepared to welcome the unsuspecting Chris, who arrived on his bike.

“What are you doing here?!” Chris drawled as he noticed Mason, “is this some kind of joke?!”

Mason was nervous, almost afraid, but still infatuated and smitten with Chris. Mason let his envy consume him, he took some big steps directly towards Chris, aimed the device at his face, and pressed the button. There was a blinding light, and they both felt like they had been electrocuted, their bodies were shaking, but they couldn’t see anything.

Then Mason could see again, no longer blinded by the light, he could see himself, but from a taller perspective. He wasn’t looking in a mirror, the device had worked.

Mason’s body was still dazed and confused, the device fell out of his hand and hit the ground.

Mason was in awe. Chris’s body was all his, this perfect body was all his. He didn’t get to enjoy the moment for long however, he was ripped out by his stream of consciousness, when he heard his old voice shout at him: “What the hell have you done?!”

Chris had apparently already figured out exactly what had happened, there was a look of pure hatred in his eyes.

Mason’s body picked up the device. “You aren’t getting away with this. I’m gonna take my body back, and then… And then you won’t even live long enough to regret this!” Mason’s voice snarled, his words dripping with loathing and vindictiveness. Mason had a feeling something was wrong, he could smell burnt ‘something’, rubber or plastic maybe, the smell definitely came from the device, it was about to break down. Even a single use had put massive strain on the batteries, the device couldn’t handle another swap.

Mason in Chris’s body froze, blinded by the bright light, but also something else, it was like his mind was clouded by all sorts of unrecognisable impressions.

Mason’s body fell unconscious to the floor, but Mason was still looking at it from Chris’s perspective, he felt a bit of satisfaction seeing his former body collapse. But to make sure nobody would accuse him of anything, he picked up the foul-smelling device and stuffed it in Chris’s bag, then he begrudgingly called an ambulance. Then he went over to his unconscious body and more by instinct than choice began to perform CPR on it, then it dawned on him… He did not know, how to perform CPR, but Chris did. The faulty device must have transferred parts of Chris’s consciousness to him. He was still Mason at heart, he knew that much.

Mason’s body was taken away by the paramedics, as Chris explaining something about having witnessed Mason having a heart attack or something. With the ambulance gone, Mason could finally wrap his head around the other dramatic events. The faulty device had transferred Chris’s memories to him, he wouldn’t have any problem fooling everyone, he didn’t have to pretend to be Chris, he was Chris.

#body a day #male transformation #life takeover #body theft #male body swap #body swap #male body transformation #identity theft #stolen identity #nerd to jock #male body switch #body switch

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rainbowsky · 24 days

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Hey, I'm new here and i love your blog! I was wondering if the boys see couple\sexual edits of them together and if it makes them nervous but then it hit me that they probably aren't seeing what i see on western social media. Do you have any idea if those types of homosexual posts get censored in China?

Hi Yingyangorly! Thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying my blog!☺️

I have a huge long, like, ridiculously long post in my drafts related to this topic, hopefully coming soon.

But to answer your question, I think it's impossible that GG and DD would fail to see at least some of what's posted about them as a couple, whether sent to them by friends, family or staff, or whether stumbled upon or intentionally sought out/browsed by them. It's inevitable they'll see some of it, particularly things that get a lot of attention.

I talked about this a bit a while back. GG and DD have said in interviews that they have fake social media accounts (and of course they would - how could you go anywhere or do anything on social media without one if you were famous?), and this kind of discussion has happened somewhat in relation to fan comments, etc.

You can check out my previous post for more on that stuff.

As for sexual edits, etc., like any other content I've no doubt they've seen some of it - it's inevitable they would - but I doubt it worries them all that much. It's highly unlikely to ever impact them directly, because ultimately it's not really about them, is it? It's about the creators who make it. Any backlash is more likely to fall upon creators, not GG and DD.

And just as a reminder - it's not illegal to be gay in China, it's not illegal to post homosexual content, etc. Such content is censored on TV and other broadcast media, but not online.

Porn is very illegal in China, but that's mostly only selectively enforced. In fact, China produces a lot of porn and a lot of smutty fiction and all of it is illegal, but it still manages to thrive fairly well.

Explicit content of any kind is technically not allowed on Weibo but it's still out there - although most of it is pretty toned down and tame. Actual porn of sexual activity isn't ubiquitous there, but lewd fan art, fan fic, edits and memes can often be found.

All platforms globally have rules against explicit content, and they're just as poorly enforced everywhere. I suspect a lot of that is because social media engagement makes money, and sex sells. It's not really in the interest of platforms to completely shut down all such content - even if it was possible to do so.

The supertopic rules likely have more impact on fan behavior in this regard than the Weibo TOS does. Those rules forbid mentioning GG and DD by name or tagging their accounts, and forbid sexualization, pornography, feminization and fixating on body parts. However, that's only within the supertopics. Ultimately people are free to post whatever they want on their own accounts, and they do.

Given how many antis and solos are out there trying to take down the turtle fandom, the fact that these things manage to stay up for as long as they do speaks to how weak the enforcement is. There are definitely people out there who will report things that offend them.

This is, in fact, how the whole 227 thing got started. A bunch of solos decided to report an explicit fanfic to the government, and things spiralled out of control from there.

Could lightning strike a second time and another 227 be sparked from some of this explicit content? For a lot of complicated reasons I'm not going to get into here (it would be a very long post), I don't think that's likely.

227 was a special, very complicated situation that I don't think is likely to happen the same way again. Timing and a lot of the other factors that played into its blowing up the way it did - all of that is unlikely to align in such a way. Especially since everyone in C-ent is a lot more cautious and vigilant after 227.

GG and DD are both in good standing with the government (as is evidenced by their inclusion in government and nationalistic projects), and that's a factor that will have some influence. And no doubt they and their teams have learned a lot from past experience, and have already planned for how to protect them in various scenarios that could arise.

They also have the power to have content relating to them removed, to sue content creators, to shut down the supertopics if they want to, etc.. If they feel at risk, they have a lot of recourse. The fact that we aren't seeing this happening should reassure us that it's probably fine.

We have to realize that GG and DD are surrounded by highly skilled, highly paid professionals whose entire job is to protect them and their interests. They're both in a much safer place than they were 4 years ago.

I trust them to know what's best for them and handle their affairs accordingly. We as fans shouldn't waste time hand-wringing over things that are completely outside our control.

As for what's within our control - it's up to every individual to make our own choices about how we'll represent GG and DD online.

More on that angle if/when I ever finish that other post.

#bjyx #yizhan #ggdd in the public eye #fandom reflections #thanks so much #bxg ggdd #ask

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finleyforevermore · 1 month

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Hey guys! How've we been since I've been away? Hm? Not good? Yeah, I thought so.

I was AFK (which means Away From Keyboard for those who weren't aware, or didn't think to Google it /nm) because my mom had taken away my phone for a bit but I could still use it to help with my math homework.

I did lurk around Tumblr a bit, and I did "officially" come back online for a bit, but I mostly lurked.

And how delightful it was to see (can not clarify enough how sarcastic this is) that someone I follow but am not moots with decided that March 20th was the day they were doing to commit suicide. They did not succeed. But they sure as hell scared the fuck out of me. Same story I've seen before with my other friends, abusive parental figure, and possibly SA'd like some of my other friends. Lovely.

And then ANOTHER friend as it turns out has an extremely abusive mother and got fucking strangled by aforementioned mother, then said in the posts of a vent post, "something something maybe she should've killed me".

Being technically AFK I had to go on anon for a bit and try my damndest to prove to my friend that their mother is beyond saving, and there's no use seeing her in a positive light, and they by no means deserve what happened to them. I don't know if it worked. If you see this, I'm sorry if I came off as rude. But that really was the straw that broke the camel's back.

I'd been trying to keep together fairly well but I had been thinking of Liam, Nex's death was ruled a suicide (and now his murderers will not be charged), all of my other friends are traumatized and now I've discovered another friend has an abusive parent, and someone tried to fucking kill themselves.

And so, we have this. This song has been my coping mechanism for the past several weeks and what I can best describe as my theme song. Whenever I see something tragic with either my friends or someone else my first thought is the words of this song. Largely because of the themes of getting salvation for the unjust wrongs done upon Sweeney or in this case my friends.

I really don't know why I was blessed to know such wonderful incredible beautiful people only for them to suffer relentlessly and have gallons upon gallons of trauma.

Do bad things happen? Sure. But with my friends it's non-stop. One traumatic event after another after another after another and I'm. Just so done. I'm so sick. And I'm so tired. Of everything. Of all the pain and suffering. Of the fact I can't do anything. Of the fact I feel too much. This probably shouldn't be impacting me so much but for some reason it is.

I would've been apprehensive posting this because I'm kind of self-conscious about my voice but some of my friends are suffering 24/7 so I think my voice is the last thing I should be worrying about.

Enjoy if you want. Or don't. That's ok too. Love you guys.

@literatureisdying

#voice reveal #tw abuse #tw sa mention #tw sa #tw parental abuse #tw parental issues #tw child abuse #tw sui ideation #tw sui talk #tw sui attempt #tw suicide #epiphany #sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street #sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street #sweeney todd #epiphany sweeney todd #finley sings a song! 💚🎧

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beautysamour · 10 months

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Wrong destination | chapter three.

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: Finally arriving to Ravka, the prince invites you to come to the Little Palace with him ensuring you that he’ll be able to help you find what you need to help your “sick” friend. Little did you know the help you’d find wouldn’t just be for medicine.

taglist: @spellsofavalon @themermaidscales82 @obxstiles

a/n: …guess who’s back ? I apologize for the little hiatus, life has been very busy for me!

enjoy!!

“My jaw feels much better, thanks for asking,” you hear Nikolai Lantsov saying to Alina, both just a few feet ahead of you. It was weird missing Sturmhond, and yes you admit that you missed the sarcastic, cocky, yet loyal and smart privateer. But it was weird, mostly because he technically wasn’t a real person, he was just a title.

A title that you were able to communicate with and who ended being the first-and probably only-person in this time period that you weren’t worried to open up to if you ever truly got comfortable with him. You thought you wouldn’t have to worry because he wasn’t in any history books, well Sturmhond wasn’t, but his actor was.

The prince and future king himself, Nikolai Lantsov. However, you didn’t consider him the man you told all those things to even though he knew of such things. You considered them to be separate people.

From your peripheral you see Nikolai suddenly look back at you and begin to slow down his horse’s stride; effectively taking you out of your thoughts. As your horse begins to catch up with his, you turn your head to focus your gaze on something else hoping that Nikolai was dumb enough to think that you didn’t notice him.

Nikolai was not dumb.

“Out of everyone, you shouldn’t be the one riding behind us all, what if your lungs suddenly gave out on you,” he said half jokingly and half seriously, “Unless you want me to give you cardiopulmonary resuscitation again,” he said fully joking this time to which you cringed. You didn’t him to feel comfortable around you as bad as that sounds, you wanted to remain as distant to these famous historical figures as possible despite already traveling with them.

“Mal is behind me,” you answered aloof like, “and I’d- rather you not give me mouth to mouth again.” The last part of your sentence slightly took Nikolai aback, he’s never witnessed someone use the phrase mouth to mouth to describe cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Nevertheless, he shook his head before continuing the conversation.

“Yeah,” he said slowly, “and he’d probably redirect you to me so I can help you again.”

He looked directly at you expecting you to respond and was met with you awkwardly averting your eyes everywhere- a quick glance at him accompanied by an expression that looks as if someone you hated randomly confessed to you, a quick glance to the trees around you opposite to the side Nikolai was at, and finally a quick glance down to the horse you were on accompanied with a hand being brought up to the top of its head before looking at the path straight forward.

Nikolai looked at the trees opposite of your side, attempting to stifle a laugh earning a confused side eyed glance from you.

The rest of the ride is filled with frequent glances from Nikolai, and feigned ignorance coming from you as a response.

—

Saying that you felt out of place was an understatement.

The more you interact with the tsarevich, the more you become aware of the generation gap between you and everyone else, you cringed as you thought back to what happened a few minutes ago.

“…Hi?” you said with a cringed expression as you kept your gaze on the man in front of you currently holding a hand out, waiting for you to take it.

“Hey,” he replied, not moving, slightly edging his hand towards you.

You assumed he was waiting for you to take it but…a part of you thought that maybe he’d try to pull you all the way down.

You weren’t used to Sturmhond not being around.

“Are you going to take my hand or are we going to stay out here all night,” he asked not necessarily annoyed, but rather tiresome, “I understand that my presence brings you great joy-“

You cut him off with an obnoxiously loud groan and put your hand in his, allowing him to help you off the horse.

“There, wasn’t that hard now, was it,” he said with a teasing smirk as you all walk towards the palace.

As you come back to the present you realized that you failed to keep up with whatever Lantsov was saying, “Did you get all that?”

You felt your body stiffen at hearing his question; was he going to upset when you say that you indeed did not get all of that- Sturmhond would’ve just shook his head and leave you where you were until you came running to him asking what he said. You bit the side inside of your cheek as you decided to remain quiet.

In front of you, you heard him let out an exhale that sounded like a mix of a sigh and a chuckle, “Saffi is located just outside the palace, whenever you feel properly rested; take a horse and follow the rocks until you can’t anymore. There, you’ll find Saffi.”

Saffi, the name sounded familiar but nothing comes up when you try to remember how you know that name.

“Who’s Saffi-,” you began to ask before quickly getting cut off, “I’ll come check on you in the morning, until then,” he gave you a quick nod before practically lounging down the hall, heading towards the sun summoner.

Oh. That makes sense, why he cut the conversation short that it. A few minutes prior to the introduction to Saffi; Lantsov, Alina, and Mal got themselves into a conversation about an political marriage between the Saint and the Prince, so you assumed he was still going to try to convince her despite Mal’ objections.

With your thoughts going back to the name Saffi, you turned the opposite direction and made you way through the halls of the palace until you reached the stables.

You picked up a rock, one that you intended to use as a weapon if the person supervising the horses would fight you on the topic of taking one, but fortunately you didn’t need to for Lantsov already told them to expect your arrival.

“Don’t bother tying Emmi down, just let her run back to us,” you looked down at Emmi, the horse, then looked back up at the man in charge of the horses with a raised brow.

“…Why?”

The man gave you a wide grin, his teeth crooked, “Emmi doesn’t need a reason to stay, you won’t be coming back.”

“…Cool,” you said as you grabbed the reins on the horse and began to ride to Saffi’ place.

When Lantsov said to follow the rocks, you expected it to be an unsatisfying experience with only rocks to be there to look at. Instead it was the opposite, the trees leaves were the colors of anything ranging from brown to red; there being multiple trees at that, and to the right of that path you were riding on was a creek, one that reflected the moon and even yourself.

The rocks were wedged against many flowers, it looked like a first graders doing if you were being honest, but it was charming nonetheless.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it,” you asked Emmi. She neighed in return.

Within a few minutes, the number of rocks began to decrease and less and less of the creek was visible. The moon was still as bright as ever. Soon enough you saw a cabin and softly pulled the reins on the horse to tell her to stop.

As soon as you jumped off the horse Emmi immediately shoved her head against your shoulder before running off back to the Palace, leaving you alone.

“Hey! Emmi!” Your mouth gaped open as you watched her gallop away, feeling betrayed; you looked side to side as if you were with other people who would have reacted to this scene of betrayal.

You let out a deep sigh.

You turned around and began walking to the front door of Saffi’ cabin.

Saffi’ cabin was very…cute. There were sunflowers and potatoes casually in front of their house, hearts drawn on the bricks and the words “Welcome” edged into the wood of the door. Not having any feeling of danger, you walked right up to the door.

“Hello-,” before you could connect your fist with the door, it swung inwards revealing a middle aged women holding a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other as she jotted some stuff down. As the pen began to come to a stop, her eyes met yours as you awkwardly stood in front of her.

You cleared your throat getting ready to introduce yourself to her, “The tsarevich told me to come here, to your place, for medical purposes. We just came from the Fold.”

The women eyed you up and down a few times before nodding to herself and angling herself to the inside of the cabin, “Saffi! She’s here,” she yelled out. She looked back at you, eyeing you up and down again, and walked further into the cabin; waving a hand behind her motioning for you to follow her.

You glanced behind you taking in the scenery and noting which position the moon was in before taking a step inside, as you went in you widened your eyes as you looked around at the interior design of the place.

You think you’ve been here before.

The stairs, the clock at the top level, the table in the middle of the bottom floor, the clock pendant near the door- there were even potatoes settled in the middle of the table.

Yes, you have definitely been here.

To your left you could hear the footsteps of the middle aged women steadily getting further away, and heard nothing coming from your right.

Perhaps you should explore, you probably had a few minutes before another person entered the room so; why not? The clock that looked eerily similar to the one your family had surely must have something important.

You shook your head disapproving the impulsive thought’s pooping into your head. The clock wasn’t a rare design by any means, it was normal to see that kind of clock especially in this time period (is what you want to believe) so you should just forget about it. Plus, if you got caught snooping around you’d definitely get kicked out and forever loose the owners trust, and you’d never meet Saffi.

Even though that wouldn’t really matter. No one was actually sick, you didn’t really need a doctor. You were sent here because of a lie you told Sturmhond.

“There you are.”

You jumped at hearing a voice come from behind you, whipping your head back as a result.

The voice came from a women who looked closer to your age then the other. Around her neck was a necklace with a pendant of an insect, her eye color, hair color, eye shape, hair type, and even lip curve were the same as yours. It felt like looking at a picture of yourself that had been tampered with a few times.

“Uh, hello? You there?” asked the women after a few moments of silence.

“…Yes,” you carefully say. It was so weird looking at her. She looked so much like you, “Oh, uh,” you clear your throat remembering what you came here for, “The Tsarevich recommended you, he said that you’d be able to help me find a cure-“

“Mhm.”

“-For my friend-“

“Mhm.”

“-Who’s very sick-“

“Mhm,” as you told her your half lie the woman walked past you and pulled a chair open for herself to sit at, all without interrupting you.

“-And that’s why I’m here.”

“Ok,” she said while nodding, “So what’s your friends sickness? Deadly I presume?”

“Yes.”

She nodded again, slower this time, “Is he dead?”

You opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out, leaving you with a gaped expression. The women nodded once more seeming to have all the information she needed, and stood up from her seat, “Follow me.”

You followed as she lead you up the stairs and past the clock into another room, “Take a seat.”

Like the set up downstairs there was a table in the middle of the room. On it were laid out papers marked with lines that connected into a turtle.

Huh. Cute.

You took your seat on the chair closest to the door and watched the women make her way to the other side of the table and did not take a seat. She fiddled with insect pendant hanging from her neck and she observed your sitting figure.

“So?” She said randomly. You raised your eyebrows in response, confused.

“Huh?”

The women tilted her head at you, now confused at you. “What do you mean ‘huh?’”

She sighed at your dumbfounded expression before speaking again, “What do you need help with?”

Oh. “My friend.”

“Y/N, honey, I thought we had an understanding that I knew he was dead. Don’t you have anything to say to that?”

“How do you know my name?”

You never told her your name, oh wait, maybe…Lantsov? Maybe he told her. Shit, stupid question.

“Wait- never mind.”

“He never told me your name.”

…what? If he never told her… and she even knew that your “friend” wasn’t alive…

You straightened your back and gripped the sides of the chair, ready to bolt out the room if things escalated.

“You can read minds,” you whispered out just loud enough for her to hear.

The women stared are you. That’s all. Just stared, then ran her hand up and down her face as she processed your words.

Are you being for real? This is what she was waiting for?

“No,” she breathed out, “I wish- but no,” she put her hand on one of the chairs and pulled it out leaving enough room for her to sit in.

“My name is Saffi by the way. Saffi L/N. I knew your name because I knew you would come here, I saw the future.”

This time all you did was stare.

She had the same last name as you?

Then suddenly it all connected in your head. How she knew your name, how the door opened right before you could knock, the clock, how she knew that your friend wasn’t just sick- that he wasn’t sick at all in fact.

That he was dead.

As for her name sounding familiar, your father often spoke about a Saffi whenever you brought up your powers. He always told you how Saffi was considered as the most talented of your family despite being alive millennia’s ago.

The staple of a time grisha.

But even then, you felt you were missing something about her.

“Oh,” you said breathlessly, “Oh my g-“

“Mhm, anyways,” continued Saffi, “Although I knew we’d meet, I wasn’t able to see the part that explained why you’re here,” she put her forearms on top of the table then leaned forward, closer to you, “What happened?”

Where to start, you thought to yourself. Your gaze went from Saffi’ eyes to the insect pendant. Why an insect? Realizing you were getting distracted you forced yourself to look back up and began to tell her everything that happened from when you entered the forest with Elijah.

—

She sighs before rubbing a hand up and down her face frustratedly, “Well you definitely lost it.”

Your brows furrowed in frustration and panic at her words, you knew that your power wasn’t working at the moment but you couldn’t accept that it was just gone, “There’s got to be a way I can get it back-!”

“Yes,” she says exasperated as she interrupts you mid panic, “There is. You don’t have your power right now because you used to much, to much than what you current power level is- was.”

She walked over to the furthest side of the dining table, cocking her head to the side telling you to follow. She stuck the end her necklace that was in the shape of a hornets stinger into the small hole at the lower left side of the table. Suddenly the table opened up, revealing another level of the table that was right under the surface.

In there were books, and papers, and maps- Saffi quickly rummaged though the maps and picked up a specific one that was folded intricately, you’d have to know the way it was folded if you didn’t want to rip it while attempting to open it. She points to a location marked on the map.

“The tortoise,” she begins, “it’s shell serves as the best kind of amplifier for our power. If you manage to get this-.”

“I’ll be able to go back,” you said completing her sentence. If the reason why you were stuck is because you used too much- and maybe the flaw with how you used your power to begin with is that you never had an amplifier so you were always pushing your limits- then receiving one will surely fix this problem.

And you will be able to use your power in a more precise, controlled manner.

“Correct,” Saffi answers, “When I went into the future and saw that you and I would meet, I pushed myself a little past that moment. I spoke with your mother, and your father; someone from my bloodline. Yet he wasn’t Grisha like me and you.”

She faced her body towards yours, completely focusing on you, “So then I went back, and met you. You were grisha, you were probably 5 around that time. Even then you were already able to stop time- which is no easy feat even for our family lineage. But you would not go far without an amplifier,” she turned towards the table again, refolding the maps, “Even though I wasn’t able to see what happened that caused you to go this far back in time, I figured that if you and I really were to meet, that you’d be in a situation where you stayed long enough to have looked for me, something must’ve gone wrong. And I was right.”

She paused for a moment, carefully replacing the maps in the drawer. She glanced at you once she finished putting them away; looking at you for a reaction.

“In order to go back, you have to find the tortoise, take its shell and use it as your amplifier.”

“I…see, um, yeah, that makes sense.” That wasn’t a lie, you did understand. You were just overwhelmed with all this sudden information and on top of that, a wave of tiredness hit you when Saffi began explaining how she met your father.

She sighed at your lackluster response, “Alright well, it’s late, you should go back to the Palace now. Come back tomorrow and I’ll give you more information on how to find it.” You gave her a weak nod and followed her as she led you to the front door.

“And take these,” she said when you reached the front door. She held held a paper bag out to you to which you grabbed with question, the weariness getting worse. In your rather dazed state, you heard Saffi snort as you began to doze off in front of the door.

“Oh- sorry,” you said, realizing you were still inside the cabin.

“You’re all good. In the bag is a bunch of tea petals by the way, just so Nikolai won’t become suspicious as to why you came back with no medicine,” she took a step forward opening the door for you, “Goodnight, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight,” you mumbled out as you watched the door close in front of your face. You tilted your head upwards looking for the moon. Who cares about the position of the moon, you just wanted to pass out on a bed.

You let out a loud groan and brought a hand up to entangle in your hair, where the hell is your horse?!

“Emmi!” You yelled out to no avail. You looked to your left to see if Emmi was there, she was not. Looked to your right, there was no horse. Looked up, you swore the stars connected into a horse constellation.

You frustratedly raked your fingers through your hair, getting more and more annoyed by each run through. Dropping your head you focused in on your feet, low key zoning out as the frustration welt away.

You let out a rough breath and whispered out a defeated “ok.”

Accepting that Emmi wouldn’t magically show up, you lifted your feet and began your walk back to the palace by foot.

—

“We need her- I need her,” barked out the dark haired man as tightened his grip around his waist, his head hanging low due to the mix of frustration and immature disappointment.

With his jaw clenched and his damp hair framing his face he looked back at his mother, his disagreeing mother. After everything he’s done for his people, this is how his mother repays him.

“You’ve gone too far,” his mother nonchalantly replied trying to diffuse the tension before her son got too agitated.

“Too far? Mother I’ve barely even started,” getting a sudden outburst of confidence and inspiration, the man walked up his mother, even impossibly darkening, “I need her. More than the sun summoner.”

The man turned around and walked himself to the door. He stopped for a second, seemingly about to say something else to his mother but then shook his head and continued walking out the door; leaving his mother alone.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone #grishaverse #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov fanfic #nikolai lantsov imagines #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai x reader #shadow and bone fanfic

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book-place · 2 years

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Stealing

Warnings: cursing, stealing, mentions of child abandonment, mentions of killing, knives, let me know if I missed any :)

Request: Omg I loved your klaus and Kid fic. There’s not a lot of platonic umbrella academy fics so thank you so much! I was wondering if you could write something about like Klaus introducing kid reader to the family like maybe he goes to his dads funeral with her. Thanks :)

(Sorry that this took so freaking long and that it’s not very good)

Request by: @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression

Pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x child reader, Hargreeves siblings x child reader

*not my gif*

Summary: When he had to go back to his childhood home, Klaus brought you with him for only one reason, all he hoped was that his siblings didn’t see you

A/N: I know that Vanya’s in this fic, but SOO excited for Viktor

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Okay, remember the plan?” Klaus asked, bending down to your height and rubbing his hands together.

You nodded slightly, looking up nervously at the huge, prison like building in front of you, “Take anything that looks valuable enough.” You repeated what he had told you earlier.

“Good.” He ruffled your hair, “And step two, if possible-“

“Avoid your family because they are a bunch of assholes.” You cut him off, again repeating what he had told you.

“Hey.” He scolded, lightly swatting your arm, “I told you not to repeat that word.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well then you shouldn’t say it in front of my young ears.” The mocking tone in your voice was not hard for the man to decipher.

He huffed, ignoring your comment, and gently took your arm and began dragging you up the stairs of his childhood home, “Hopefully nobody got here yet.” He muttered mostly to himself, but you still heard.

It made you sad to see that Klaus didn’t want to see his family after all these years.

Though he never told you details about what had happened, you knew that he and his six siblings didn’t end on very good terms.

You had always envied how Klaus had so many siblings when all you had wanted in life was just to have one. Somebody to talk to before your parents left you. After that even would’ve been nice.

It always made you sad that he didn’t take advantage of having all those siblings. Seeing them whenever he could. Keeping in touch. Reaching out.

He had told you a little bit about them when he first found you all by yourself in a park a couple years ago, back when he first took you in as his own.

You reached up and took his large hand in your small one, giving him the best reassuring smile that your six year old body could grant.

He looked down at you, smiling tightly before squeezing your hand gently and leading you up the rest of the stairs and through the large door.

“Master Klaus.” A voice called out through the halls, making said man freeze in his steps.

You, who was behind Klaus’s legs, peaked out to see who was talking to the man, only to see a monkey in human clothes with a cane.

Your eyes widened as the monkey looked at you curiously, “And who would this be, young master?” He asked.

Klaus’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked off to the side where Ben was, not that either you or the monkey knew that he was there, and sent him a questioning look, wondering how the monkey had seen Ben.

The ghost facepalmed and gestured to you, still behind Klaus.

Klaus looked back, “Oh… Oh!” He gently pushed you out from behind him, “This is Y/n!”

You gave a shy wave and the monkey returned with one of his own and a kind smile, “I never took you as the fatherly type, Master Klaus.”

Klaus’s eyes widened, “Oh no, this isn’t my child. Well technically it is my child, but not my flesh and blood.” He rambled.

“I am Pogo, young one.” The monkey greeted kindly, ignoring Klaus’s weird little speech.

“Hi, Pogo.” You said back.

Pogo looked up at Klaus, “I’m sure your siblings will be thrilled that you’re here.” With that he turned and began making his way out of the hall.

You took a moment to look around where you were, not really having been able to do it before because you were too distracted by the talking monkey in the middle of the room.

But you also couldn’t necessarily say that you were surprised about it, Klaus had told you that his family had powers, as well as himself.

The hall you were in was massive with a tall ceiling and sort of menacing and dark decorations. All in all, the room was very intimidating to your six year old self.

You had to jog slightly to catch up with Klaus once you snapped out of your little daze, the man already being about ten of his paces ahead, making a beeline for the stairs.

Halfway up the staircase, you were doubled over with your hands on your knees, huffing and puffing.

Klaus glanced back at you from almost the top already, “Here, we’ll split up to cover more ground. Remember the plan!”

You watched with a huff- of annoyance this time- as he took off to the left at the top of the staircase, before forcing yourself to track up the rest and go to the right.

As you walked, you mumbled bad words to yourself that you heard Klaus say whenever he was upset about something, and continued down the long hallway.

Most of the doors were firmly closed, and locked as you figured out whenever you tried to open them, but there was one door at the end of the hall that was open.

Curiously, you walked in and your eyes widened in wonder and amazement.

The room was filled to the brim with valuables, ranging from expensive looking watches to a couple art pieces that had to have been at least a couple hundred of years old.

You bit your lip, glancing from side to side nervously, having a mental debate with yourself on what you should do.

From all the children's tv shows and movies you watched, they all talked about how stealing was bad. But you wanted Klaus to be proud of you, you didn’t want him to leave you like your parents did, because you didn’t do what he asked.

Finally coming to a decision, you nervously and hastily rushed over to where it was sitting and shoved it into your sweatshirt pocket.

“What the-“

The sudden voice made you jump at least a foot in the air and whip around in alarm, ready to spew out any excuse that you could come up with for the unfamiliar sounding person.

In the doorway stood a confused looking man holding a knife, the sight of the weapon making you let out a little yelp and duck down right away.

“Uhh…” The man had dropped his hand that was tightly gripping the weapon, but didn’t relax his defensive stance, “What the hell is going on in here?”

Immediately, you took the watch out of your pocket and threw it down, back onto the dresser that you had picked it up off of.

While he was still too shocked to do anything, you ran as fast as your little legs would carry you, and shoved past him with surprising force and hurled yourself back down the hall you came from.

It only took him a couple of seconds to recover from his shock before he quickly rushed after you, the sound of pounding feet filled the house as he did so.

You rushed down the stairs, trying not to stumble over your feet before running into the first room that you saw, which just two happened to be a living room.

As soon as you entered, your fight or flight instincts took over and you immediately ran to a close cabinet and began climbing, knowing that the furniture could hold your small frame but not the man’s large one.

From the top of the brown cabinet you watched as he skidded to a stop in the room, eyes narrowing as he scanned the room for any sight of you.

You silently let out another bad word that Klaus had said in front of you as the board beneath you creaked a little, giving away your location.

The man’s head whipped up so fast he should’ve gotten whiplash, but before he could get a good look at you, a glass bottle came flying down towards his face, and this time it was his turn to let out a little yelp and duck.

There were multiple glass bottles up near where you were, so you had decided to use them to your advantage.

After the glass shattered along the floor, he barely had time to stand up before another one was being hurled at his head.

You kept dropping one after the other, never letting the man think long enough to recover himself.

The sound of glass shattering was so loud that you and the man both hadn’t heard the stamped like footsteps rushing into the room until a voice silenced all else.

“What the hell is going on here, Diego?” Allison stood with her hands on her hips, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Behind her stood a timid looking Vanya, an awkward looking Luther, and a distracted Klaus.

You had paused, midway throwing another off, as did the man named Diego, crouched down with his hands over his head.

The name Diego ran a bell somewhere deep inside your head and it took you a minute to realize how you knew the name. Diego Hargreeves. Kalus’s brother. And the other people must've been his siblings that were still alive.

When he saw the others, he jumped up and immediately started rambling, “I heard a noise coming from inside a room so I tried to investigate, and I found a kid stealing one of dad's old watches! They took off before I could talk to them!”

This caught Klaus’s attention, who had been looking around the room in boredom, and for the first time his eyes landed on you, slowly realizing what was going on.

Once he did, he hurriedly rushed over to the cabinet that you were on and stuck his arms out, “Come on, n/n. Just get down from there, it’s not safe.” Those who didn’t know the man wouldn’t have caught the slight desperation in your tone.

After eyeing Diego warily, you slowly gave in and jumped down into Klaus’s ready and waiting arms.

The rest of his siblings watched in confusion as you let Klaus gently set you on the ground before slightly moving behind his legs.

“Klaus… how do you know this child?” Luther asked, looking down at you in shock.

“And why the hell were they stealing?” Diego asked, and then eyed Klaus, “Did you hire a kid to do your stealing for you?”

Everyone ignored him as Klaus clapped his hands together, “Everybody, seeing as you’re all here I guess I’ll just introduce all of you. This is Y/n.” You gave a small wave from behind the man, which only Vanya returned, “I suppose they’re kinda like my adopted kid or something.”

Luther began looking at his brother like he grew three more heads, “You do know that kidnapping a child isn’t considered adoption, right?”

You let out a small huff, a little offended that he would think that you would just let yourself get kidnapped, “He didn’t kidnap me.” Everyone’s attention turned to you, “He took me in when mommy and daddy left me.” Suddenly all of your confidence was gone and you found yourself becoming shy again.

Slowly, on their own time, everybody came to an understanding about what you meant, and each reacted in their own ways.

Allison looked at you with pity, Diego’s eyes widened in surprise and he looked over at his brother, Luther let out a small ‘wow’, and Vanya slowly came over to you, as if to try and not frighten you.

She bent down to your height with a small smile and a wave, “Hi there, Y/n. I’m Vanya, it’s very nice to meet you.”

Klaus looked over at the two of you, letting a smile grow on his face. He never would’ve admitted it, but he had always wanted to see what it would be like for his siblings to meet you.

And so far he wasn’t disappointed with the outcome. Especially since you almost killed Diego.

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solaarbeeam · 1 year

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ANIME GUYS WITH A TALL READER

MULTIFANDOM | FT. RENSUKE (BLLK), MIYA TWINS (HQ), KIRISHIMA & SERO (MHA)

(since this is technically a request from atlas, this'll be race non-specified, i'll make another version with black reader <3)

(this may ft. a part 2 with mostly bllk men so pspspsp atlas)

RENSUKE KUNIGAMI | BLLK

somebody please help this man bc how come he just doesn't care

this man really don't give a shit, he likes to be picked up like a fucking koala

even in the timeskip, even when y'all grew in height, he still managed to not give a fuck

niggas be teasing him for it too

"hey listen, if i get babied, i get babied" - rensule kunigami 2023

an overall sweetheart someone please take care of him for me pls

ask this man to be your step-stool he will do so

you often have to bend down to kiss him, which he doesn't mind, except for the fact that he has to get on his tippy toes to reach you even when you bend down

i'd like to mention that your like- aspen type height

all in all, we love this man

THE MIYA TWINS

LORD HELP THESE 2 ABSOLUTE LOSERS

but fr reality pls go and help them

they saw you for the first time and said "damn, thats a huge bitch"

now in atsumu's case

he's an absolute bitch about it

he acts like he hates it like the loser he is but he actually loves it

timeskip wise, even when y'all BOTH grew, he still happened to be smaller than you

and yk what that means

THE WHOLE MSBY TEAM BITCHES HIM ABT IT

"damn your s/o is taller than you? couldn't be me." - kiyoomi sakusa 2023

even meian got on it

he secretly loves it though, since let's be honest, the guy is the older twin, so he had to harbor responsibility for a lot of things as a kid and didn't have someone to quite literally lean on and pick him up when he needed it

you were safe to him

although you gotta admit, the comments did eventually get to you eventually

there was this lil tiktok goin around about you and your height for a while

had people defending you and people hating you

atsumu hadn't seen the thing since his P.R. team and Meian had literally banned this nigga from his phone so he had no idea what had happened

you were slouching and kneeling down, and atsumu noticed

lord behold the story he seen when he got his phone back

the way he literally went on live, with you in the background, driving around, and went off on the internet

this man was on instagram live callin everyone a hoe, whore, everything in the fucking book, you name it, he said it.

he loves you and your height, don't forget it

NOW, OSAMU

he's always been a "fomo" type person, so he really never gave a fuck

he just wants someone to cuddle him, bear hug him, and koala hug him after a long day

and lets be honest, he's into tall people

he really couldn't give a fuck

sunarin, atsumu, people like to make fun of him for it. as he is literally inbetween your thighs, resting, and scrolling on his phone in complete comfort as they do it

his fomo is real, and he loves you and thats all that matters to him

KIRISHIMA & SERO

LETS GET IT

kirishima is not for toxic masculinity and all that jazz

this man was raised by 2 moms, cmon now he was taught everything, and one thing he was taught by his second mom, was that tall people were always the best option

and goddamn is he thankful that his mama told him that

I MEAN LOOK AT YOU

YOU'RE TALL ENOUGH IT LOOKS LIKE YOU COULD BENCH PRESS HIM

and he finds it hot

piggyback rides 25/8, he likes to get them or will get on your shoulders and ride around if possible

he'll also give you massages

yes, the bakusquad makes fun of him for it, but last time he checked bakugou was 5'8 so there's no way he's talking

someone help this man he's infatuated with you existence

even as a prohero, this man is gonna brag abt you all day and all night

NOW SERO

similar situation with osamu, fomo is real, this man dont give a fuck

he'd rather you just sling him over your shoulder instead of walking everywhere

he even comes into class with him on your shoulder and just stays like that for the rest of the lesson, yes aizawa is tired but he dont care

as long and you can cuddle him and deal with his daddy issues + attachment issues, he had no problem with you being several inches taller than him

if you love him, you love him, and thats all that matters to him <3

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#[ bandana ! ]#kunigami rensuke #rensuke kunigami x reader #tall reader #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #hanta sero x reader

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cbrownjc · 1 year

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I think fans got that "hates Lestat" thing from the overall way ep5 was handled and then the resulting "yeah Lestat needs to go through a redemption arc after this" opinions from Sam, since in the first book afaik Lestat IS horrible, but he never did something like this to Louis. As for Armand/Louis, I've mainly seen people ship them more for the aesthetic of it, at least when you don't know the full context of Armand and his backstory and then romance with Louis, and you only base it on the current scenes. Since technically, Armand doesn't LOOK worse or just as bad as Lestat from what we've seen, the weirdest thing about him is putting on the role for Rashid for Louis. And for fans that like Louis as the character we have seen so far on the show (but not one that we've seen everything that's fully true about), I can understand people preferring Armand from everything so far in comparison to Lestat. But after the changes with Lestat I'm not sure if they'll technically make Armand any better on the show, especially with what we've seen of him in the present and how his relationship with Louis looks now.

Hey Anon,

I understand some people were hurt by EP5, but people gotta stop thinking it had anything to do with how any of the showrunners personally feel about the characters IMO. It was a choice made to set up a character arc, rightly or wrongly, and that's really it.

The staff writers have made it clear before this that Season 3 is the season Rolin especially wants to get to. Which we now know from his own mouth that will be The Vampire Lestat season if it happens. And they have still made Louis and Lestat (especially Lestat) more overtly romantic, and Lestat way more romantic towards Louis more than the first book ever did, before and after EP5. Even the very way in which Lestat turned Louis is way more sympathetic and romantic than in the book or the 1994 movie.

People can dislike the man for the choices made for EP5, and that's fine. (And he didn't even write that episode.) But that doesn't change some of the more sympathetic choices made wrt Lestat's character as opposed to the books either, IMO.

IDK. As I said after EP5 aired, maybe I feel the way I do because I know even in the later books, when Lestat is supposedly more sympathetic, he still does a lot of heinous shit too. And yet, I still enjoyed reading about his character even after that stuff.

I don't, and never have, looked toward Anne Rice's vampire chronicles characters for ethical, moral, or even just healthy choices. Lestat has character growth over the course of the series, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. But none of the characters in this story are ever morally better than others, Not even Louis (for all he acts like he is.)

All the characters in this are all f-ed up and toxic, just in various different ways and degrees. It just depends on how much f-ed up-ness and toxicity you are willing to take wrt a particular character when it comes down to it, IMO.

Which brings me to Armand. I mean, if people are shipping him and Louis mostly for the aesthetic, as you say, then okay, they can do them, I guess. I just hope they are okay with that aesthetic being the main reason why after the revelation of what Armand's true character is like (at this point in the story). Because if they haven't read the books, then aesthetic really is the only thing they can go by since they have zero idea what Armand's true character is or is really like.

Rashid was a performance. Not Armand's true character.

And I honestly think Armand, and what happens in Paris, will be worse than what happened in the book, if that's possible. (It’s something I’ve been saying even before the Armand reveal.) And not just because of what they had Lestat do that was unsympathetic on the show. But because I don't think the show is trying, in any way, to portray vampires as really being - in any way - moral or ethical creatures. Quite the opposite, really.

And especially when it comes to the vampires who are outside Louis, Lestat, and Claudia's little family bubble.

The show is leaning into the Horror part of this story just as much as it is the Gothic part. And Armand does some heinous shit in this story (and is a much better manipulator, given his spell and mind gifts), which I do not think the show will soften at all. They really have zero reasons to.

#Loustat #Armand #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #interview with the vampire #shipping #fandom #amc iwtv #iwtv #ask #ask and answer #Rashid

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Butterflies

(a Bluepulse.... thing. I dunno. Piece of writing? Oneshot? huuhhh???????)

Wrote a quick thingy. It takes place somewhere in the Social Butterfly timeline, or whatever, but it's not part of the events of the fic (as of yet? idk man).

Bart's POV

I never used to notice butterflies before.

But then, I met Jaime.

They're his favourite animal. He loves talking about them.

One time, I was at his house, and there was a little one sitting on his windowsill. He noticed it, and just gazed at it for, what felt like hours, even though it was probably just a few minutes before it flew away.

He does that a lot.

But, that's the day I found out that he's probably not just gazing at them. That there's probably way more thoughts happening in his brain than I assumed.

When that little butterfly flew away, he stayed quiet. I remember that he was playing with his hair. He does that a lot, too.

I told him, "Alright, what've you got to say about the little guys this time?"

My question seemed to snap him out of whatever world he was just in.

"Oh! It's... nothing. I mean... it's... it's not... it's different..." he stuttered. "Are you sure you still want to hear it? It's kinda boring..."

I didn't understand why he was being so shy about it. I'd always listened to whatever he had to say about butterflies, because it's not very often you hear Jaime talk for so long, and with so much confidence. I like seeing that side of him, and I want him to be comfortable showing it.

And now I was considering the possibility of him showing me a different side of him. A side that's more difficult to show, maybe.

"If you wanna talk to me, then go ahead! Of course, you don't have to." I told him. I noticed that I was smiling. He looked at me, and smiled too.

"Alright... well..." he began. "Butterflies are... a bit like me, I think." he said, in a voice that was kinda shy, and quiet. And he'd be right. But I'd soon find out that our reasons for thinking this differ.

He said, "There's no other bug truly like them. Not even moths. They're different. They're... quiet. And... they're sensiti-... fragile. They're fragile. I guess, knowing that they're in the world, I feel better being me. I never feel completely alone..."

His voice got quieter towards the end.

I do think he's like a butterfly, but not exactly for all the reasons he said. He got the unique part right, but he seemed to forget how cute butterflies are, too. Or that a butterfly can't see just how beautiful its own wings are.

Now, I'm starting to wish they could.

I hope he can.

But I know you're wondering what I actually said. And no, I didn't mention the cute bit.

"You know, maybe the butterflies like how quiet you are. Maybe they like how unique you are. Maybe you're their favourite human!" I suggested, smiling. "And, maybe they want you to be proud of who you are."

His smile grew even wider.

"Hey, technically, a butterfly can't actually see how awesome its wings really look, can it?"

"...no, they can't..." he confirmed. As his smile fell slightly, his face went just a little bit red.

"Do you think the butterflies think something similar about you? That you can't truly see how great you are?"

"Maybe..."

"And do you think that some people think that about you, too?"

"I... I guess so."

I know that what we said would probably sound really corny to, like, everyone else. But it meant a lot to us.

"So don't you think that next time you think something bad about yourself, you should maybe consider all of your butterfly friends... and your human ones, too? And your family, and all the people that you've saved and helped... but mostly the butterflies? Because, I don't think anyone has a single doubt in their minds about them."

"Yeah. I guess I should think about them more. Which I don't mind at all, because they're, like, one of my favourite things... ever!" he gushed, the happiest he'd be that day.

I always notice butterflies now.

They make my best friend so happy.

#dc #dc comics #blue beetle #jaime reyes #bart allen #impulse #bluepulse #young justice animated #sosoribro social butterfly #au #fic #writing

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Ok so I've been scrolling on here and I was in a Kingdom Hearts mood so I thought. "Should I make a mini fic about Luxu/Xigbar? Should I do it with his wife Ayla? One of his kids?" Then I thought of a scenario based on the headcanons I saw about Luxu's possession tendencies. Then I was like... "Well Katherine has special dreams powers like Riku and the Power of Connection. Braig's body has been with her since the beginning before BBS happened so why not let her meet Braig? Through her dreams?"

So here we are. This is a platonic/parental mini fic so it's not the other kind of love. This also gives me an excuse to expand/mess around with the lore. I have so many ideas for my girl Katherine Hearts. I love her so much! Enjoy!

Was Always With You

A Xigbar/Luxu/Braig and Katherine Hearts mini fic

Father and daughter KH fanfic (Platonic/Parental NOT LOVEY DOVEY! I'm watching you...(⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠))

Warnings: mostly mild, tooth rotting sweetness and AAAWWWWWW and WHY ARE THERE SO MANY DANG ONIONS!!!

(This fic takes a part after KH3/into KH4? it's an au-ish fic so yeah...)

★★★★★

One sunset evening at Radiant gardens, in the home of the Hearts family, a young woman that goes by the name Katherine Hearts was up. She fiddled with her locket and sighed. She sat in her old childhood bedroom, now redecorated to fit her size since she wasn't 5 years old anymore. It's been a while since she was back in this world. Ever since the astounding tribulations of 10+ years ago, during Birth by Sleep, bits and pieces of her memories were either lost or floating in her head, waiting to be pieced together.

She recovered most of her memories, especially the ones of her brother, Neon, and her father, Braig...or more over now called Luxu. Her mother, Ayla Hearts, told her of Luxu and how he used the power to steal the bodies of people just to live longer. She was told the same Luxu, his body at least, was not her father biologically. His went to her older brother who was born during the age of Fairytales. Katherine always wondered if Braig was ever there in her life before Luxu possessed him and possibly his heart being locked away or casted out into oblivion bc of the magical act.

Her thoughts made tears well up. Just when she thought she knew her real self, more intrusive thoughts kept replacing the questions she thought she answered. She hugged her knees and tried to well her tears.

Then there was a knock.

"Hey Sunshine, You alright?" Spoke a suave voice.

Katherine tried to dry her tears, "Y-Yeah! I'm fine dad!"

"you sure? I thought I heard crying...may I come in?" Luxu spoke in a caring way.

"...s-sure" Katherine said through a stifled sniffle.

When the door opened, Luxu saw his daughter distressed and crying like a leaky faucet. His eye widened a bit.

"Sunshine what's wrong? Did something happen?" Luxu sat on the bed.

"Yes and no...stupid thoughts keep on filling my head...it's about something said by mom...that You as Luxu...are not my biological father... And Neon is technically my half brother..." She looked at him.

Luxu froze a bit but sighed, "yeah...it's true body wise I didn't Father you, but that doesn't mean I'm not your dad. A Dad is someone you look up to and admire. A Father protects the ones he loves and cares for them. I barely ever felt those feelings in my own body when Neon was born"

"you didn't?"

"Nope, besides being a first time dad, I didn't know what to do. I was so focused on what my master said that I somewhat neglected your mother and brother. Your mother sacrificed so much to protect all of us. Even using the last of her original body's magic to seal your brother away to keep him safe. I did nothing..." Luxu looked at his right hand and clenched it.

"but what about me?" Katherine scooted to him on the bed.

"you were a surprise to me. Your Mother and I, we had a massive fight about the future of Neon. I pushed her away. She took your brother and moved here. I knew she still loved me but I was so stubborn and lustful to my duty that I didn't see it...at least not clearly. I knew she would move on...to protect Neon at least..." Luxu sighed.

"do you remember anything else?" Katherine looked up at him.

"not much...all I remember, in my old vessel, was finding out she was pregnant with you by another man. She told him about me and how we were separated for many years. Neon was older and I got so angry that I let precious moments slip away from me. Braig was the man with her, a fresh castle guardsman with a red scarf. All I remember was possessing him and your mother shielding you and Neon away from me. Your brother was never the same after that and always hated me."

"May I ask him?" Katherine tilted her head.

"Huh?"

"I have powers in the realm of sleep, I can reach sleeping hearts if he's still there. I can feel tension in your heart." Katherine looked determined, "My powers of Connection might be able to reach him. But we'll both have to sleep for it to work properly."

Luxu contemplated for a moment then sighed in defeat, "ok...you deserve to know his side of the story, if there's even a heart to tell the story..."

They both laid down on her big bed and got comfy. Katherine took off her locket, which was also her Keyblade keychain, and held it with Luxu. She focused her power as sleep soon took hold of their bodies. Katherine could feel the pull of something as she subconsciously followed it as her heart drifted in the dream world.

★★★★★

Her body was reformed in water. Water? Sounds like a fountain. She opened her eyes to see the blue sky filtering from above and darkness below her. She reached up to touch the surface but a white gloved hand reached in and pulled her up. Katherine coughed up water and shivered a bit before the summer sun dried her off. She wiped the sleep in her eyes and looked up and around.

"it's good to see you again...my Sunshine" a familiar voice, yet sounded less gruff/suave, spoke.

"Braig?" Katherine called out as her vision improved.

"I would say in the flesh but, I'm not free in my own body anymore...been nearly 20 years since I last saw you..." Braig smiled, he looked the same but kept the longer hair and had weird facial scars that looked faded and the eye that was supposed to be under the eye patch was still the brown color while the left was still yellow like in the waking world. "I missed you my little girl"

Katherine stood up but was in her normal height and casual clothing. She wondered if he wanted to see her as she was. She didn't mind but she used to her dream eater form like Riku. "Hi...Dad..." She said nervously. Braig quickly gave her a hug.

"You don't know how long I've waited to hold you in my arms again. Ever since you were a baby you never left my side. Always wanting me to hold you while you held my scarf." Braig laughed softly.

"so that habit was always with me...I still have that scarf..." Katherine smiled

"Yep, and you were the CUTEST baby on the block. Though you had a bit of quirk."

"A quirk?" Katherine looked at Braig.

"yeah, both me and your dad have space-like powers. He was more in tune with his but when you were about a month old you just teleported when you sneezed! Your mom and I looked everywhere for you until Neon called for us. You were cuddling your big brother."

"that quirk....barely left..." Katherine laughed nervously, "I still sometimes teleport when I sneeze..."

Braig laughed and grabbed her shoulders, "looks like it's more of a quirk than we thought! You are my daughter through n through!" He sighed happily before gripping her shoulders, "but you're not here just for a friendly chat are you?"

"no...I wanna know what happened...how you met my mom and why'd she have me with you and why Luxu took your body..." Katherine quivered a bit before Braig started walking with her as the dream world phased into Radiant gardens way back when.

"To start...your mom sought refuge with Master Ansem. Your brother was a frail baby and needed help. She did all she could with her newly formed body but...it wasn't enough and she was not her prime anymore. I was already working as a guardsman by that time and I was tasked to protect them. After Neon got a little better I brought them to my home. Neon was the sweetest baby, about a year or so old. Your mother did what she could to provide nourishment to him." Braig looked at the illusion of inside the house.

The scene was of a very fussy baby Neon and a very tired Ayla. She looked to be a shadow of her old self and what she looks like in present time. Braig was comforting her the best he could. Day after day, night after night.

"Eventually, she opened up to me and how she separated from Luxu. It was a shock to find out what she was. I didn't care, all I cared about was protecting them. We grew closer and closer as Neon grew older. About a year after I asked her to be my girlfriend, I asked her to marry me. She was scared to because of Luxu and his personality. I promised her I'd do what I could. Not long after we were blessed with you." Braig smiled as the scene changed.

The illusion showed Braig finding out and twirling Ayla around. Another was when she was farther along. Braig rubbed her stomach and spoke to it. They were happy.

"Before you were born, Neon relapsed and became sick. Your mom became stressed and worried for him. I did my best to calm her for your sake but you decided to come a little early. It was chaos. Everyone around the castle, maids, nurses, and even Master Ansem helped her. I was scared out of my mind. When I heard your cries I knew you were alright and she was too. I held you in my arms and saw your pretty little eyes and golden hair. It was like the world stopped. We showed you to Neon and he got better. It was like you were a miracle sent to help."

Katherine smiled at the memories. Tearing up even.

"all that happiness came to a stand still when Luxu found Ayla. That day, she raised her Keyblade to him for the first time. He got angry. He was mad that she moved on and had another child without him. She shed tears as she looked back at you and I. She told me to run with you two but a force field was put up and I couldn't teleport out with you..."

The scene unfolded in a park square, the force field looked strong and Ayla kept her Keyblade pointed at Luxu, who was in an older Bragi body, in his black coat. Luxu was seeing red. Katherine never saw either of them look this way. She felt sick to her stomach. Soon voices were heard.

~~~~~~~~~

"It doesn't have to be this way Luxu! I don't want to fight you! But if you hurt them then I'll have no choice!" Ayla screamed out as magical energy formed around her.

"You betrayed me! You moved on! What was our bond to you?! Did our love mean nothing?!" Luxu growled.

"it did mean something! But you broke my trust when you couldn't see past those stupid rose tinted glasses the Master put on you! And on top of all that on what you did back in Scala ad Caelum! I stayed with you because I didn't know what to do! Then my eyes opened when I laid eyes upon Neon again. He deserves a normal life! I won't drag him down the path that maniac carved for you!" Ayla cried out. "I still love you Luxu but not as it was before! I love my life with Braig!"

Luxu became furious, his eyes became red with fury and he summoned a Keyblade, "if that happiness died, then I shall seal the deal by taking away what started it!" He pointed maliciously at a 8-10 year old Neon. Neon gripped Braig's jacket.

Ayla gasped and looked back at Braig, "Take Neon! Run!"

Braig tried to teleport but the force field was too strong, he ran to see if he could force his way. Not dice. Luxu bolted to Braig and readied a swing. When he made contact it was Ayla who shielded them. Leaving a nasty scar on her. Luxu and Braig widened their eyes to make sense of what happened. Ayla dropped to her knees then collapsed.

"Mommy!? Mommy!!" Neon broke free of Braig's grip and ran to his mother. Shaking her somewhat conscious body with tears in his eyes.

Luxu looked at his hands then his Keyblade. He dropped the blade in disbelief. He promised he would never hurt her out of darkness in his heart. He broke it. Tears formed in his eyes. What had he done?!

"You...you..." Luxu sobbed as he looked at Braig.

"Do you want my happiness..." Braig said in a stern voice.

"what..." Luxu questioned.

"Take my happiness on one condition...you must never harm them again. You must love them and my daughter. I'll leave and never return. If I find out you broke that promise then I will come back to kill you" Braig looked him dead in the eyes.

Luxu stood up, "Deal..." Braig unaware of what he might do next.

Braig gave Katherine to Neon in her sling and kissed his and Katherine's heads, "I love you Kiddo. Be strong for Mama and baby sis"

"Daddy..." Neon cried and hugged him. Braig helped Ayla into his arms and held her tightly. She hugged him, she didn't want him to go. "Please don't do this..."

"I have to, he'll kill you if we stand against him. Neon and Katherine would be gone..." Braig said through tears. He was not a skilled fighter, at least not enough to beat Luxu. Braig stood up after giving her a kiss goodbye and started to walk away.

Luxu chuckled as Braig was a bit of distance away from him, "on second thought...I do need a new vessel" he pointed his finger and in the flash of an eye.

"LUXU DON'T-" Ayla yelled but was cut off.

A bright light shot at Braig and he collapsed. Luxu's old vessel faded into light. Luxu shot his heart into Braig's body.

"BRAIG!!!" Ayla screamed

"DADDY!!!!" Neon cried.

Braig's body was now in control of Luxu but the deal he made seal Luxu's fate. Was bc of something else at play? Then two golden lights was shown on a frozen part of the scene. One was Katherine and it connected to Braig's heart deep within his own body. Fighting against Luxu.

~~~~~

"I had the...Power of Connection...since day one..." Katherine was amazed. "My heart saved yours?"

"it would seem so...I felt a warm aura and I heard your giggles. It kept me going to try and change Luxu's heart for your sake. Looks like I somewhat succeeded. You also helped when you grew older. Even as a nobody, neither his or Xehanort's heart ever touched mine. When you remembered your past at the final battle and called us Dad, it gave me the push to let him show emotion, to push my love for you out through him! You're definitely a type of miracle, Sunshine. I'm proud of what you have become. A Keyblade master no less!"

Katherine smiled sincerely at him, "Thanks Dad...I'm glad to have you" she turned to see a black coated figure, "both of you as my dad"

The black coat revealed its face to be of original Luxu. Black hair and somewhat red brown eyes with a hit of yellow. He was crying.

"I'm so sorry...I took your happiness...I don't deserve..." He hiccuped. Then Katherine hugged him.

"it's ok...I forgive you..." Katherine smiled through her tears, "you were lost but now you are found."

Luxu hugged her but then stepped away, his own heart glowing, "guess now I have to make up for lost time..."

Katherine's heart soon glowed brightly then she started to float, Braig grabbed her hand with a smile as his heart glowed as well.

"I'm glad I got to see you Braig! I'm glad you were my father! I have so much to tell you!" Katherine smiled.

"I'm sure you do...thanks Kiddo" Braig's grip began to slip as the dream was about to sever. "I love you"

Katherine's grip slipped out of his and she screamed as she flew off, "I LOVE YOU TOO!"

★★★★★

Katherine woke up in her bed but she was the only one in it. Where did Luxu go? Maybe he went down to breakfast? Oh right it's daytime now...

Katherine yawned and dressed into different casual clothes. She fixed up her hair and went downstairs.

"Morning mom" Katherine yawned.

"Morning Honeysuckle, your father is upstairs, he'll be down in a few" Ayla smiled as she was finishing making breakfast.

"Old man taking his sweet time...been almost an hour..." Neon groaned, now in his late 20s.

Katherine seemed confused but happy. She got what she wanted and got answers. Ayla sets up the table with food and drinks as creaks come from the stairs. Katherine turned her head as she stacked her plate with pancakes. She saw that her dad was different somehow. His ponytail was now a long fluffy braid, he was wearing an old leather jacket with a white v neck and his scarf and some cool jeans and matching leather boots to the jacket.

"Morning Sunshine, Morning Kiddo" He spoke to Katherine and Neon.

"looks like the old man is being suave and snazzy today" Neon clicked his tongue

"I like it~" Ayla smiled.

"Thank you my Sapphire"

Ayla smiled but then had a confused surprised look on her face before looking at her husband. "Wait...Luxu doesn't call me Sapphire...he calls me Snowball"

"Guilty~" Braig smirked.

"Braig..." Ayla teared up and held his face, "but how...Luxu...he..."

Braig turned to Katherine who had a big smile on her face. "You can thank our daughter for that"

Ayla looked at Katherine and hugged her, sniffling into her daughter's shoulder. "Thank you my sweet girl...thank you..."

"do you still hate Luxu mom?"

It took a bit for Ayla to respond but she said, "not as much as before, I grew to accept...to stay strong for you and Neon."

"good... he's letting Braig take a turn... possibly for the rest of his years..." Katherine smiled. "Making up for lost time"

Ayla smiled gently at her daughter before Braig scooped her by the waist and dipped her a bit. "Oh my..."

"you have no idea how long I've waited to kiss you as me again, Sapphire" Braig smirked.

"me too Lover boy" she grabbed his jacket collar and kissed him sweetly as he embraced her.

"Get a room!" Neon chuckled.

"we could but you might end up with a baby sibling again Neon" Braig laughed.

"Dad's back" Neon laughed with him.

"a baby sibling would be nice~" Katherine smiled like a dork and everyone looked at her.

"I want a sister"

#xigbar #my oc #original character #fanfic #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts fanfic #xigbar fanfic #father and daughter #mini fic #golden hearts and silver stars #kh braig #kh luxu #kh #kh2 #kh3 #kh bbs #khux

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cousticks · 3 months

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hi!! i’m new here but i saw that it’s okay to send asks about your AUs and i have heard you mention your zombie au a couple times now and would like to know more!! who’s it about? what are your fave headcanons abt your universe? what’s any other cool details you’ve figured out?

Hello, hello! Welcome to the party I like to be miserable here.

Ohh gosh okay so everything I've posted about this au so far is under the coffin emoji tag (⚰️) if you want to roll through that for everything I've said about it so far!!

It isn't really about anyone specific, if I'm honest. Its more of an au playground for me to explore different characters and situations in this world. When I eventually have the time and energy to write for it, it will likely be different oneshots of different places & different times in the world! I love au building but am very interested in how I can take an alternate world and still be true to character. For BSD, abilities and their impacts on their users create a large part of who those characters are, and I'm really enjoying finding ways to replicate those certain traumas and traits in a zombie apocalypse no-abilities setting. I want to stay as true to character as possible in this new world!

One of my favorite headcanons for it so far is that adult Dazai has a glass eye. Its for plot/lore reasons, mostly, but also because I think its a trait that fits him kind of well. I can't think of many other specific headcanons for it right now that aren't more event-based, but I'll try to think of some!

I'm not sure how you define cool, but I've got this kind of idea going that in what seems to be the end of the world, certain characters that parted antagonistically but still care about each other to a certain extent start seeking each other out, or at least one of them starts seeking the other. I've got this happening with Chuuya and Shirase (in this universe, they didn't make up as they did in Stormbringer.) I also want it to happen with Ango and Dazai, eventually.

Details about the world itself? The zombie virus began as an attempt at biological warfare that got out of control, but i'm not bothering to set a true point of origin because that isn't what's important to the story. Generally speaking, once you're bitten, you're going to turn into a zombie... with a few very special exceptions (looking at Atsushi, Dazai, and Rimbaud--each in a different way, though!). There are a couple "survivors" of the zombie virus that are technically "cured" but that's a very loose term. As of right now, at least, you cannot actually "cure" it, but certain experiments (hello, Chuuya and Verlaine) suffered through a method of potentially curing. This was generally considered to be a failure, but hey, some made it out (barely. not really.)

I'm sure I'll think of more stuff to post about eventually, thank you so much for having interest in my au!!! If you have any more questions or thoughts please chime in I love to talk about my aus so very much. Someday eventually maybe I'll actually write for the Zombie au!

#⚰️#asks? answered. hotel? trivago.

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makaias-trashheap · 1 year

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(So this was a request from my other blog. My first blog was originally for this green haired tsundere before I expanded it so he always has a special place in my heart)

Mira sighs in frustration at the blank page in her sketchbook. Her most recent assignment was just to sketch a male portrait and for some reason she was struggling with it. She’s looked up multiple reference photos to use for inspiration but hasn’t been happy with any of her previous drawings. She glances at her phone when she gets a text from Midorima asking if they were still meeting today. She replied with a quick yes saying she was home and to just come in the door would be unlocked. She put her phone down going back to her sketchbook attempting to start again. She was mostly through the basic outline when someone knocked on her door. She sighs putting her sketchbook aside and standing up already knowing who was at the door.

“You know I said you could just come in. I left the door unlocked for you.” Mira said opening the door.

“It’s rude to just walk into someone else’s home nanodayo.” Midorima plainly states fixing his glasses.

Mira rolls her eyes smiling and moves to let him in, “Come in. Excuse the mess.”

Mira followed Midorima into the apartment, stopping in the living room to look around. Being his girlfriend did not spare her the not so subtle judgmental looks he would send her way now and then. Like the one she’s receiving right now after seeing the crumpled up pieces of paper, pencils, and erasers that littered her living room floor and chair.

“I tried to warn you.” Mira simply shrugged, moving past him to start picking up the mess.

He stands there watching her another second before moving to help her clean up, occasionally inspecting the paper he’s picking up.

“What is all of this?” He finally asks, standing up and smoothing out one of the papers.

She turns her attention to him, “One of my failed attempts at my most current assignment.”

He looks back up at her from the paper, “Assignment?”

She nods. “Yeah I’m in art school right now and my class assignment was just a male portrait.”

“And it hasn’t been coming along very well I take it.”

“Not at all, technically they’re all pretty sound, but I just don’t like any of them.”

Midorima throws away the last paper and looks back to her, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Mira shrugs, “Not really unless you think you can model for me.”

At first it’s just an offhanded response to his question, but after a second of serious consideration she stops and looks at him.

He notices after a second and quickly shakes his head, “Mira no, that is not happening.”

“Hey you offered, come on, I’ve had art block all week so far and this is due in two days.”

He continues to stare at her for a second before sighing and looks away from her, “What do you need me to do?”

She smiles at him and looks around grabbing a chair and moving it by the window, “Just sit here and don’t move until I tell you to. We can take breaks if you need but I should still get it done today.”

Midorima nods sitting in the chair a little stiffly, “Like this?”

Mira looks over him and smiles, “Try to make this as natural as possible. And make sure you’re comfortable, you’re going to be in whatever position you choose for a while.”

He shifts a bit to get comfortable before turning back to her, “Is this ok.”

She looks at him again, picking up her sketchbook and charcoal pencils from the floor and moves to where she’ll be sitting to see how everything should look.

“Can you turn your head a bit more towards the light?”

He does as she asks, glancing in her direction for approval.

She smiles at him and nods, “Perfect, like I said if you need a break to stretch or use the bathroom or need something just let me know, I can always move my lamp by you if need be, natural lighting is usually better.”

He nods thanking her and then she gets to work on her drawing, working off of the outline she’d started before he showed up. A little over an hour into the process she looks up to check on him.

“Hey, still doing ok?”

He nods not moving from his position, “I’m fine.”

She smiles going back to work looking between him and the sketchbook. Mira stopped a bit later setting down the sketchbook and pencil.

“You can go ahead and get up and stretch. I'm taking a break for a second.”

Midorima nodded getting up and stretching, “Are you nearly finished?”

Mira looks down at her sketchbook and nods, “Just about, mostly just shading at this point. Thank you again for helping with this, I really appreciate it.”

“Just don’t expect it to be a common thing to happen.” He grumbles looking away from her.

She smiles and goes into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for both of them before going back into the living room. He takes the water nodding thanks.

“Ready to get back to it?” She asks taking a drink and setting her water aside.

He nods setting the water down and getting back into his chair. She settles back down getting situated to start drawing again. She looks over her drawing as she finishes and looks up at him.

“Alright you can get up now, I’m done.”

Midorima gets up and stretches again and then comes over to look at the drawing.

She looks up at him and smiles, “What do you think?”

He looks over her shoulder down at the drawing, “It looks good, I’m impressed.”

She looks up at him and smiles, “Thanks. I actually have something to turn in now.”

She closes her sketchbook and looks at the clock, “It’s getting pretty late, I’m sorry I kept you here for this most of the day.”

He looks at the time and shrugs, “I planned on spending most of the day here anyhow. So I guess how it was spent doesn’t matter much. I should head home though, it’s getting late.”

She nods towards the kitchen, “Did you want to get something to eat before you go?”

He shakes his head, “That’s ok, thank you though. I’ll talk to you again soon.”

She smiles and nods walking him to the door, “I’ll see you soon.”

She leans up and kisses him on the cheek, causing him to blush slightly and grumble before quickly kissing to top of her head and rushing out the door saying goodbye. Mira chuckles closing the door behind him.

#knb scenarios #knb midorima #knb x oc #knb fluff #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket x oc #kuroko no basket scenarios #midorima shintarou #shintarou midorima #midorima x oc #midorima x reader #midorima shintaro x reader

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mannatea · 1 year

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Break Open the Sky, a Tales of Symphonia ‘fic (Chapter 7)

Current Word Count: 50,896 Summary: What kind of “Hero” of Regeneration would she be to leave an infant to fend for itself? Someone had to have left it here for a reason. The question was, of course, why? But as she lifted the little thing carefully into her arms, the motion reminding her of nights so far in the past, now, the why seemed almost tragically clear: this baby was of mixed blood. Chapter Summary: First day staying at Regal's and things don't go as well as anyone hoped. Pairing/Characters: Raine, Original Characters, will also feature Genis, Regal, and Sheena. Endgame is Regal/Raine. Extra Info: This is technically an Accidental Baby Acquisition story, but I liken it more to “Doorstep Baby” literature because it sure ain’t cute. Rating: Mature, for themes. Genre: Eventual romance, gen, family, character study.

The title is the link to Ao3 for Chapter 7! If you read it please feed me a little comment. I love you x7. 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Notes are under the cut!

Honestly, I love writing Regal’s perspective far more than I thought I would for this story. It’s funny because one of the worries I had when I got to Regal’s introduction was whether or not to include his point of view at all, but once I started using it I immediately realized how fun it was to look at Raine and her situation from a more outside perspective. Like obviously he knows her quite well, but he’s still out of the loop.

Speaking of how well he knows her: I took some time to really get into his head regarding that so we could get a better look at the two of them and their relationship as it stands. For example, he knows she’s an early riser like he is (at least, normally), he knows she tends to put herself last, and he makes these attempts to piece things about her together like a puzzle, both from what the girls might tell him that he doesn’t already know, and using things he does know.

He can't really figure out how to best help until he understands the situation better, after all.

The baby is nearing that 6 month old mark, so I had to start including things babies do as they get there, like rolling over and recognizing faces and smiling and things like that. If you know a lot about babies you may notice something about this one. IYKYK.

Mr. Greer is your garden variety asshole but he’s also here to address the obvious issue with Raine being there as quickly as possible (mostly to get it out of the way for now). He's heard of her but definitely didn't expect her to look like she does right now (worn down and poor :/ ) and he makes some pretty bold assumptions about her right away. He’s definitely not wrong to be suspicious but he could have, you know, left her blood out of it.

He only leaves her alone because of Lila, if that wasn’t obvious. With the children in the house it seems far more likely she’s telling the truth.

That said, I’m not going to beat around the bush about Lila, and the characters don't either; she looks like she could be related to Regal (similar hair and eye color) and like Raine she has pointed ears: she looks very much like a biological child. Marcie, on the other hand, could pass easily for a human and doesn’t look at all related to either of them (but Mr. Greer did not see her).

Also, I didn’t want to be too detailed about the few lines before her nose started bleeding because I don’t think Raine has the vocabulary or medical knowledge to say oh hey, I’m having a panic attack, but that’s what happened.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, Regal just very much likes to be useful to people he likes and cares about.

I don’t really mention it anywhere in this story directly, but I like to think Regal’s mother had some important influence on his young life; there aren’t any canon explanations for why he’s so different from the rest of the nobility: he’s neither racist nor classist. I don’t believe his prison sentence is what beat that out of him, either, since he fell in love with Alicia, A Poor™; anything positive must have been instilled young, and probably against his father’s wishes (if the drama CD is anything to go by, his father was a serious scumbag).

Again, Mr. Greer is not a good person but his opinion is not an uncommon sentiment in Tethe’alla and while he does jump to conclusions about Raine’s relationship to Regal, it’s plausible enough to see how he got there.

Regal casts his vote openly in support of half-elves, after all. EVERYONE knows he does this. I know I don't need to say this, but it cannot be understated how important a person Regal is: he has so much money and so much power and influence: MANY PEOPLE, regardless of their personal feelings toward half-elves, will show him support because they want to make a good impression, and that support put changes into effect. Someone like Mr. Greer, who is adamantly against those changes but not important or rich enough to be allowed to vote (only the aristocracy can vote in Tethe’alla) would probably be more comfortable making his disapproval known.

He already didn't like the way Regal voted, but now that he thinks he knows why Regal is voting that way, it feels bad to him. He's meant to very loosely mirror George as he acted in the drama CD: "A woman* is influencing the way you think!" more or less.

*when George says this he's talking about the fact that Alicia isn't marriage material, at most she should be a fling, and letting that affect you so fully is unacceptable. Mr. Greer is sort of thinking of Raine along those lines, too: you can have a lover if you want but there are children involved? And she's living in your house? Basically in both cases the men object because the women aren't "marriage material" yet they seem to have a heavy influence over Regal (surely this is them exerting power through sex appeal, etc and so on).

We know this was not the case at all with Alicia (it was all indirect influence; he had no idea it was even her doing), and certainly isn't with Raine as they're not even courting and have never had sex, but someone outside that bubble wouldn't know that. Assumptions are easy to make.

Mr. Greer probably also thinks he’s making a meaningful choice by quitting and stating why as if Regal’s conducting an exit interview.

I had the weird and desperate urge to make a logo for Four Foxtails but ran out of time.

I saw some art once of a bunch of the ToS cast and where they might have worn their key crests, and Regal’s was on the left side of his chest. I decided over his heart worked really well for him and therefore also for me. Also, his protector personality type is making it difficult for him to give up his exsphere. This is good for Raine at least.

I was thinking about Boltzman and the fact that per Skit #334 “Master Boltzman” Raine says that Boltzman had a theory that people have a power inside their bodies in addition to mana, which he believed was the real and true source of healing as well as important to healing techniques.

This reminded me of Regal’s style of healing, which is decidedly different than anyone else’s. Everyone else uses more or less the same kind of healing that Raine does: basically in the “First Aid” style. Regal’s “chi healing” however, functions more personally in that the closer the target is to him, the more it heals, which makes it feel to me like a direct transfer of his energy to someone else. I don’t go too far into it in this story, but I like the idea that Regal’s chi healing is maybe an actual real example of what Boltzman was trying to prove, and perhaps is an innate skill that some people possess even without an exsphere. (There’s really no other explanation as to why a regular guy like Regal can heal while everyone else capable of it is, you know, an angel. Like, Genis is IMMENSELY POWERFUL, has an exsphere, and cannot heal AT ALL. There has to be a reason Regal can do it.) Regal hasn’t tried it without his exsphere, but I like to think if he was desperate he could do it. (He just doesn’t know that.)

I also think his “chi healing” is very reminiscent of how Yuan transferred some of his “mana” to Kratos to save his life. It functions similarly to that in this story.

Anyway, Regal can of course heal small injuries with ease. I want to remind everyone that I do frame Raine’s particular skill level of healing to be exceedingly rare in-universe, and when Regal directly transfers energy/healing to her (the exactness is being saved for the sequel) it just has this odd sort of soothing effect.

“Ignorance itself may as well be a crime for all the pain it causes” is referencing two things. The first, a direct reference, is Regal’s Flanoir conversation with Lloyd. In this scene, if you’ve never seen it or need the reminder, Regal talks about how he is very aware his wealth was paid for by the blood of the people of Sylvarant, and he apologizes to Lloyd. When Lloyd tells him it’s not his fault, Regal says, “Ignorance is no excuse. If anything, it itself is a crime.”

The second is Chapter 19 of Black Beauty, “Only Ignorance” which reads thus:

"Only ignorance! only ignorance! how can you talk about only ignorance? Don't you know that it is the worst thing in the world, next to wickedness?—and which does the most mischief heaven only knows. If people can say, 'Oh! I did not know, I did not mean any harm,' they think it is all right."

In Black Beauty the characters are talking about how the stable boy didn’t mean to tend to Black Beauty improperly after he returned to the stables out of the rain (he's just a boy and didn’t know better!), but in his ignorance he nearly killed a fine horse, and the master’s favorite, besides. More or less this is a reminder to be considerate and think before you act.

Regal is very much a thoughtful and considerate person, capable of great self-reflection. He’s observant. He wants to understand his friends and the situations they’re in. He will always prefer the truth, even if it feels inconvenient sometimes. Like yeah, he needs a new groundskeeper now, but he would still rather know that the one he had was a danger to someone he cares about, and also to the two literal children under his roof right now.

Thanks for reading everyone! 🤍

#raine sage #regal bryant #tales of symphonia #mannafics

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uglypastels · 10 months

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(i literally typed this into my notes so i could keep going back to the chapter to make sure i didn’t forget anything and i still feel like i’m forgetting smth and i think it pasted weird so. my bad)

okay so first things first, comments on ch. 7

-amazing. amazing. amazing. amazing. wtf. this fic is like crack and i’m abt to change my address to the inside of your walls

-omg the dream with munson being a total sweetheart!!

-the kiss then slap then second kiss!!?!! (also OH MY GOD THEY FINALLY KISSED)

-and he knew she was going through his shit and reading his letter and even tho he was mad he held it back to first make sure she was okay

-and while they were arguing he still was trying to look out for her and *literally* catching her fall and holding her up (i could die).

-i love him being a little bossy bitch and the slight manhandling like😳😏😔😩 don’t get me wrong i love bossy/dom!eddie fics but they don’t hit as hard if he’s not got a brat to tame…so this is like perfect. (and if u felt so inclined to include even a little more manhandling going forward, i personally would melt this fic down and shoot it into my veins. if not, that’s okay too!)

now some lingering questions that are eating me alive that i’m SO looking forward to getting answers to

-what the fuck did munson give harrington a choice on if not ignore her or die?? what tf did eddie even say to him!!?

-reader wasn’t supposed to be on the ship!?

-reader’s crew did something horrible, possibly to munson and his crew??

also 👉👈 i saw u answered an ask that there could be a nsfw scene and i am begging with my whole heart🥺

peeps, dont read this ask if you havent caught up on Not Wholly Evil

i dont think the walls in my house are big enough but hey, you do you <3 you would mostly get to experience me sitting at my computer for 5 hours straight, constantly getting distracted and then annoyed that I'm not making any progress in the story haha

he is a sweetheaart, deep deep down, but ya know, it's hard to show that when the lady kinda hates your guts

im sorry but idk what she was thinking, it wasn't slick lol, and it is his ship so he knows everything that happens around.

im such a whore for manhandling and i had originally included more of it in the fic but i also don't want to make it like too aggressive because don't want it to get too dark (you should have seen my original draft. she went fucking through it yikes) but yeah i mean stuff might happen who knows (i don't. the planning for this fic is abysmal) and the same goes for the smut.

see the thing i think happened (i say as if im an oracle writing down these events and not making it fucking up in my own head dafuq) but ok- so the thing with Eddie is, he's a bit of a maniac, and i feel like he thinks he gave steve a choice, which was probably consisting of mainly threats, but it was technically a choice + i steve absolutely knew what eddie was up to so he just let it slide because fuck ok, get yo girl i guess.

hey, i said it from the very first chapter! its all in their baby

and about that last question... you'll have to wait and see

ok, so, this was such a treat to wake up to!!! thank you so much for the asks you do not understand how much i love answering these

#uglypastels answers #eddielives1986

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mosylufanfic · 1 year

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For your NaNoWriMo fics could you please write more in the universes of “11:47 to Mars” and The Handfast Chronicles? I love them so much!

Send me a prompt for NaNo!

I picked another Handfast Chronicles story. I have notes for a possible story in 11:47 to Mars but I don't know if it'll gel before the end of the month. But enjoy!

Along for the Ride

When it came to space travel, Cisco was pretty sure he'd never love it the way his wife did. The food ranged from kind of okay to bland to terrible. The days were monotonous. And every so often he would wake up in the middle of the night and realize all over again that he was in a tin can in the middle of light-years of empty space, and if something happened, they would be helpless in what spacers called the big and empty.

He'd had more than one quiet panic attack over that.

But the crew was pretty nice, you couldn't beat the views even if they did prompt the occasional existential crisis, and damn was he having fun learning the engine.

He climbed out of the hatch, cleaning his hands on a handy rag. "Think I got it."

The ship's engineer, Bette, checked his work. After several careful minutes, she said, "Looks ship-shape to me." She pulled out and leaned over to the intercom on the wall. "Engineer in the engine room, to the Captain."

The voice of his mother-in-law echoed over the intercom. "Captain in the galley, proceed, engineer."

"Main engine check completed, with passenger assistance. Request permission to switch from backup."

"Crew? Belays?"

They all paused, waiting for some member of the crew or other to call out a reason they might have to wait to switch engines. But none came.

"Permission granted, engineer."

"Roger that, captain. Switching engines now." She wrapped her hand around a giant switch on the wall and flipped it.

As always, there was a split-second flicker - in the lights, in the air circulation, the gravity, in the whole ship. But Cisco's heart barely had the opportunity to skip a beat before the main engine connected and everything came back to normal.

"Well done, engineer. Report to the galley for assessment."

"Engineer reporting." Bette gave him a friendly wave and set off down the corridor, leaving Cisco at loose ends again.

Passenger, he thought gloomily, and drifted the other way,

Two and a half months ago, he'd married the Snowfall's first mate, Caitlin Snow, to make her a citizen of his colony on Trappist-d. They couldn't be apart more than seventy-one hours for the next year, or their marriage would be null and void, along with her citizenship. She'd lived with him since their marriage, but her mom had needed her on this month-long run back to the Kepler system. So he'd come too.

At the time, he'd thought, sweet, a month of sleeping in and doing nothing and catching up on my stories. The ship came stocked with books and holos and games, because even Captain Tannhauser didn't expect her crew to be working 24/7.

But Cisco had days full of empty hours. Now he didn't even want to cue up his old favorites anymore, the ones he'd brought with hm. He'd taken to drifting through the ship's corridors, begging to help anybody who looked like they might possibly need it.

Bette usually took pity on him and showed him whatever she was checking or tuning up or fixing today. Generally whoever was on the rota for cooking or cleaning welcomed the help. But mostly, Cisco rattled around, bored and frustrated.

Passenger, he thought again, bitterly.

At dinner, over some tasteless pasta, he brought it up. "Hey, captain, I've been thinking. Couldn't we give me some other designation than passenger?"

Everyone looked up, like he'd said something really weird. The pilot, the data officer Iris, the two helmsmen, and Bette. All those eyes staring at him like he was asking why they couldn't pop open a window to the big and empty they could all enjoy a nice space breeze.

"That's what you are," said his temporary mother-in-law. "The passenger."

"Technically speaking, sure, but - "

Across the table, Caitlin was shaking her head at him. It needled him somewhere deep in his belly.

"Come on," he persisted. "It makes me feel like a useless leech. Call me something else. I don't know. Assistant engineer."

Bette's fork scraped loudly against her metal plate. Now almost everybody was looking at her, or down at their own plates.

The captain's eyes went as hard and cold as granite. "I said no."

"But - "

"Enough. Passenger."

Caitlin hauled him into their cabin almost immediately after dinner. It was the first mate's cabin, more spacious than most of the crew cabins, but it still felt miniscule with anger rolling off both of them.

"What was that?" she snapped.

"Hey, thanks for all the backup in there," Cisco snapped back. "I felt so supported."

She jabbed her finger at him. "You need to apologize. Right now."

"To your mom?"

"No! To Bette!"

"What? Why?"

"You implied she couldn't do her job!"

"That's ridiculous. Obviously she can do her job. I've learned more from her in the past eight days than I did the last six months of my engineering degree. She's amazing."

"You wanted to call yourself the assistant engineer."

"Well, I'm assisting her!"

"No engineer on a ship this size needs an assistant unless they're brand-new or they're a complete fuck-up."

It took him aback. "That's not what I meant."

"Well, believe me, it's what she heard."

He opened his mouth and remembered Bette's face at dinner, gone blank and flat. Okay. Yeah. Maybe he had insulted her without realizing.

"And besides, assistant engineer isn't just a name you give yourself. It's a contracted crew position. Bette worked hard, for years, to get that experience and that respect. You can't just come up a week and a half into your first trek and call yourself the same thing."

"Fine," he bit out, more ashamed than he wanted to admit. "Forget about the assistant engineer thing. Obviously I stepped on Bette's toes, and I'll apologize. But I still don't know why your mom made such a big deal out of me wanting to be called something besides passenger."

"We're a union ship!"

"Sure, yeah." All the crew except Caitlin and her mom wore a Teamsters patch on their sleeves. "So?"

"So we don't hire non-union. Unless you're a Teamsters member and you never told me - "

"I never said you had to pay me. I just wanna be called something different over the goddamn intercom!"

"The only non-contracted designations are owner and passenger. And you're not an owner."

“Well, I don’t want to be an owner.”

“Oh no,” she said. “Of course you don’t.”

"Wow," he said. "Wow."

She winced. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Like I’m just a stupid, naive rockfoot? A soft-brained utopian colonial?”

She shook her head, blinking hard. "Just . . . just be a passenger, okay? Just read or play games or watch holos - "

"I've done all that, and I hate not helping out. I mean, you work at the clinic back home."

"Of course I do. It's in my contract with the colony."

"What contract? Why would you have a contract? We’re not paying you.”

“I don’t just think about money all time,” she snarled. "It’s so we have all the rules and everything's agreed on."

He goggled at her. "So . . . would you . . . just not help? If it wasn't in the contract?"

"But it is," she said. "We made sure of it. I have the training and the skills, so I wanted it included that I would help in the clinic."

"But if Barry hadn't agreed to it and said you had to do something else instead? "

"Then I'd do that instead."

"And not the clinic."

"Well, of course not. But I'm glad he did, because that's my skill set."

He stared at her, trying to wrap his head around someone who just, like, wouldn't help unless it was written down somewhere. "I really don't get you sometimes," he said. "Like. Really."

She glared at him. "Well, nobody ever said you had to. You just have to put up with me for the next nine months."

"Nine and a half," he snarled, and left.

He found Bette in her cabin. He could have gotten on the PA system and paged her, but that would have meant a) announcing to the entire ship that he wanted to talk to her and b) referring to himself as passenger again.

So he knocked on her cabin door instead. After a moment where he worried she wasn't going to answer, it swished open and she said, "Yeah?"

"Hey," he said. "I wanted to apologize for earlier. Caitlin explained it to me. How it's, like, a union thing. And I never meant to insult you. I've learned a lot from you. I'm sorry I implied anything like, you needed the help, or you weren't good at your job. It's absolutely the opposite. So - yeah. I'm really sorry."

She nodded. For a moment, he thought she wouldn't say anything. She could be taciturn. But then she told him, "You've helped a lot, Cisco."

"Thanks. That was the point. I mean, that's what I wanted. To help."

She wasn't done. "You've got good hands and a good brain. And if I ever do come up on a problem that I need another pair of hands for, I'll tap you. But I need to be doing my own job from now on."

It took him a moment to realize she was shutting him down, and cutting him out, and according to Caitlin, he deserved it.

"Yeah," he said hollowly. "I - yeah. Okay. Well. Anytime."

He went back to their cabin and told Caitlin how it had gone. She didn't say I told you so, but . . . loudly.

He chewed on it the whole rest of the evening, teetering between feeling like a kid who'd been slapped down for no reason and brooding about Caitlin's whole . . . contract thing. Fuck, spacers were weird.

The thing was, she was fine at home! She was fine. She worked in the clinic, helping the colony's primary medical staff. People liked her, even though they said she was a little standoffish, and when it was their turn to help out somewhere, she pitched in. Although he'd had to explain how the whole thing worked and everyone was expected to help at certain times.

Kinda like the ship chores, now that he thought about it.

Not for the first time, he kicked himself for not being involved with all the agreements about their handfasting. He'd left it all to Barry, so he hadn't known they'd signed a contract. Shit, it had never crossed his mind. He'd never heard of any other handfaster wanting a contract, except the standard year-and-a-day agreement.

But she talked about it like it was a rule for life.

She said very stiffly, "I'm going to bed early. Tomorrow's my cooking day."

"Okay," he said, equally stiff.

"If you want to stay up - "

"No, I'll go to bed."

"You don't have to."

"I know. I will."

Her berth was built into the cabin's structure, but his needed to be unlatched and folded out from the wall, then folded back up every morning. And if that wasn't a metaphor, he didn't know what was.

They didn't sleep in the same room of his house back home. But they'd both said no, this was fine, the captain could leave the passenger cabin sealed and save that much on lights and air circ.

And usually it was fine. He found he liked having her a few feet away all night, liked talking and hanging out in the evenings, liked seeing her soft and sleepy in the morning.

But the cabin still felt chokingly small when they were still in the middle of a fight.

She switched off the light and darkness swallowed both of them up. He listened to the rustle of her sheets, the low hum of the engines, the faint click and creak of metal in the walls.

"Hey," he said very softly.

After a moment where he wasn't sure she was going to answer, she said, "Yes?"

“I really, really didn’t mean you were some money grubbing ship owner.”

“I know. And I didn’t mean you were a - well, all the things you said.”

”Not even a little?”

“Maybe a little.”

A reluctant "The contract you signed with the colony - uh - what would you have done if Barry hadn't wanted you working in the clinic?"

"I told you, I would have done whatever we agreed to do instead."

"But what if he didn't want you doing anything? Like, at all? Just hanging around?"

She was silent for a moment. "I know what you're getting at," she said softly. "And I'm sorry you're bored."

"It's not just bored," he tried to explain. In the dark, it was easier to talk. "I hate that I can't do anything to help out. At home, I'm like - the gadget guy, you know?"

"But Bette - "

"No, I know, we've been over that. Bette is the engineer round these parts. Roger that. My point is, back home, people know what I can do. People need me. I can help out. I'm not needed here. I'm just sort of around."

He listened to her breathe.

"This ship isn't the colony," she said.

"Yeah, I know. I mean - not like that - I -”

“I know,” she said. "People here have very specific jobs, and they have contracts outlining exactly what those jobs are, and how they have to fulfill them in order to get their pay. And it’s not about money. It’s about making sure things work onboard ship, because out here, we’re all we’ve got."

"Is the union that scary?"

"They're tough, but it's for a reason. If spacers didn't have a strong union, crews would be completely at the mercy of their captain. However nasty or stupid or just crazy they were."

He remembered that Caitlin had been five when her parents had bought the Snowfall. They must have been regular crew before that. "What happens if you hire non-union? Do their goons come and break your knuckles?"

"No, the big and empty does it for them. The space between stars is littered with corpses of ships who thought they could fly a non-union crew."

He shuddered.

The thing was, he could understand it. The ship was a very small, very contained machine. Every part of it had to work in just the right way for the whole thing to function.

He was a loose bolt, rattling around, getting in the way.

"The only way this ship works," she said softly, "is if we all understand our place."

"But I don't have a place here, and that's the problem."

She was quiet for a long time. He wondered if she'd gone to sleep, until she said, "You like cooking."

He did like cooking. They'd spent some fun evenings throwing together dinners back home. Sometimes getting her to experiment was like pulling teeth, which made a little more sense now that he'd been on her ship for a couple of weeks.

"You want me to be your little helper on your cooking day tomorrow? Sure," he sighed. "It'll keep me from tearing my hair out for one damn day."

"No," she said. "I mean, yes, you should help me tomorrow. I have an idea, if you're up for it. But we'll have to do it right."

On the second day of Caitlin's big plan, Cisco rolled out of bed around five AM. "Good luck," Caitlin mumbled sleepily, and rolled over onto her face. She wasn't what you could call a morning person.

He actually did pretty good this early, which was why her idea might work. He got dressed by touch, stuffed his feet in his shoes, and traipsed out of the cabin and up to the galley.

He was filling the big urn with water, in preparation for making the coffee, when the captain came in. She stopped short at the sight of him.

"Morning, captain," he said brightly, twisting off the water hose and letting it retract to the sink. "Thought I'd help out this morning. If you're okay with that."

"Yes," she said. "I'm okay with it."

He counted out the pressed pellets of coffee into the lid of the urn, then latched the compartment. "Great. So, ah, what's on the menu for today?"

"Eggs," she said. "And rice."

"Sounds good."

She measured the rice into the cooker, then added water. When she reached for the lid, he said, "Hey, you mind if I add a little something before you set the time?"

She surveyed him. "Be my guest."

He opened a cabinet and pulled out a few small spice containers and put a pinch of each into the cooker. "There," he said, stowing them again. "That'll add a little flavor."

She put the lid on and set the time. Right on cue, the coffee urn beeped. He poured himself a cup and stepped aside to add powdered milk and sweetener.

She got her own mug and turned around to look at him. He did his best to look innocent and unassuming, just a guy sitting at the table, drinking his first cup of morning coffee.

The captain said, "My daughter thinks she's being slick, doesn't she?"

He shrugged, grinning like they were sharing a joke. "At this time of the morning, she's not thinking anything."

She didn't smile, but there was a certain glint in her eye. "I've known Caitlin since she was born. I know when she's trying to pull a fast one."

Okay. Gloves off it was.

He set his mug down. "So what is it you think we're trying to pull?" He used the plural pronoun deliberately, reminding the captain that he wasn't some passive bystander in all this.

"You made a point of helping out in the galley all day yesterday. Caitlin sang your praises at each meal."

Which had been fucking delicious, if he did say so himself.

"And here you are, bright and early today," she finished.

"I'm a helpful guy, Captain. I like doing my part."

"You two think that I can just dub you ship's cook and take that off the chore rota for everyone else."

"Well? Can you?"

She folded her arms. "You really want to cook three meals a day for the rest of the leg to Kepler, and then all the way back?"

"I want to be a part of - I want to help out. I hate feeling useless. And a passenger is the only one onboard that doesn't have anything to do but ride."

She reached in her pocket and pulled out a small data reader. "Every union member is required to participate in a chore rota, including but not limited to, cargo loading, inventory, cleaning, and cooking. The captain may, at their discretion, assign a rota chore to the sole purview of anybody on board." She looked up at him. "That's part of the boilerplate for every contract on this ship."

She'd had that cued up, he thought. She'd researched it before coming in here. She really had known exactly what they were up to.

She shut the reader off again. "Fine. When you're on board, you're the ship's cook."

"Do I answer to that over the intercom?"

She rolled her eyes. "If you want, but it's not anything to brag about."

"It's not passenger," he said.

"The crew's going to think I assigned you this as a punishment."

He shrugged. "Let 'em. You, me, and Caitlin know different."

She pointed her finger at him. "Meals are to be presented on time. Six am, twelve noon, and six pm."

"Yes, ma'am."

"First thing in the morning you get an urn of coffee going, and another after lunch. When it runs out, it runs out."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Dishwashing is still on the rota so that's not you, but you keep the galley clean otherwise."

"Yes, ma'am."

"You know where the menus are." She jabbed her finger at the screen next to the cooker. "You follow them to the letter."

"Why?"

Clearly expecting one last yes ma'am, she blinked. "Because I said so."

He leaned against the counter. "Mmm, see, that's the reasoning that led to me getting smacked down in front of the whole crew two nights ago. I'm perfectly happy to toe the line, I just need to know why."

"No, you don't. I'm the Captain, and, ship's cook or not, you're just a passenger."

"But I'm not a regular passenger, am I? I'm the guy who gave up a year of his life to help save your precious ship."

"And I'm the woman who sold off her daughter to help save your precious colony."

The lashing bitterness in her voice pulled Cisco up short. He'd never stopped to ask himself what Carla Tannhauser must have felt, asking her only child to marry a man she'd never met. This was the first indication he'd ever had that she felt any kind of way about it.

"You know you're going to get her back, right?" he said gently.

She pressed her lips together and looked away. "What's your point?"

"My point is, I know there's a lot I don't know about shipboard life. Oh boy, do I know that. So I'm just asking you to clue me in as to why your meal plan is so almighty important that I can't so much as wiggle."

She drummed her fingers on the counter. "You've seen our supply space."

"Yeah."

"Every square inch counts. Every gram of weight."

"Okay."

"We purchase staples in port, and then plan the menus based on what we could afford to buy. There's a little allowance for spoilage or waste, but not much. So if you get fancy with the menus, use up more than we planned for, we'll have to go on half-rations before we get within hailing distance of the Kepler system."

He pursed his lips and nodded. "Okay. Menus it is."

"That's it?"

"We had a few bad growing seasons back home. I know what half-rations are like. Last thing I want is to put anyone on them unless we absolutely have to."

The rice cooker beeped the halfway mark, and he checked the box of egg powder. "Probably better get this started."

"Go ahead," she said, giving him an all-yours kind of gesture.

She sat at the table, nominally supervising his first official meal as ship's cook, but really drinking coffee and working on something on her data reader. She didn't object when he found the music program on the screen and turned it on, low, although she did roll her eyes a little at his choice of music.

Caitlin came in, eyes half-closed. "Tell me the coffee's ready," she said sleepily.

"Piping hot," Cisco said, giving the eggs a quick stir and judging them fully rehydrated. "BYO mug."

She retrieved her usual mug from the cabinet and came up next to him, mouthing, Well?

He gave her a discreet thumbs-up. She smiled brilliantly.

"You're up early, Caitlin," her mom said.

"Oh, well, I - I woke up when Cisco up and I couldn't get back to sleep. So I thought I'd start the day early!"

Cisco groaned silently. She was the worst liar. Seriously.

"Hmmm," her mom said. "Well, you'll have to get used to being woken up. Cisco's going to be our ship's cook whenever he's on board."

"Oh, wow, that's a great idea, Mom."

She looked sardonic. "I'm glad you think so." She hit a button on her datapad. "We're planetside in three days. I need inventories by tomorrow night."

"You're going to do all the inventories?" Cisco whispered to her. Was this some kind of captain-y punishment?

"First mate assigns them out," she told him. "I'll do the supply inventory with you this time, though."

"You're a peach," he said, kissing her cheek. "Now get outta my galley. I've got eggs to scramble."

She left, taking her mug with her.

The captain gathered up her datapad and stood. "You seem to have things under control. I'll see you at six."

"Yes, ma'am."

She stayed where she was, tapping her fingers against her data pad. "You know, Caitlin wouldn't have failed to tell you about the menus. And why."

He gave her a winning smile. "I might not be union, I might not be crew, but I am your son-in-law, for the next nine months. This isn't going to be my last ride on your ship."

She twisted her mouth. "So. It was a power play?"

"No. I wanted to let you know I'm not just along for the ride. I actually care about this ship and why she works the way she does."

"Just the ship?"

He pretended he hadn't heard.

FINIS

#Cisco Ramon #Caitlin Snow #killervibe #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #NaNo stories #arranged marriage AU #the flash

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