#but this time she just HAD to come along. for research purposes (her curiosity would kill her otherwise)

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return of my legend of zelda au…. haha. i've been wanting to draw more for so long but i've been so busy studying! here's link and zelda discovering a strange temple together (this dungeon is point 8 on the map, but i decided to switch the places of point 7 and 8 so this would actually be the 7th dungeon)

(loz idea masterpost)

#legend of zelda #loz #loz au #link #zelda #link is jared 19 #zelda stays in the village most of the game because she fiercely wants to protect it #but this time she just HAD to come along. for research purposes (her curiosity would kill her otherwise) #ALSO SORRY FOR MY HANDWRITING THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A 5 MINUTE SCRIBBLE

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The Vampire Woman - Chapter 24

Read it on AO3 here!

Kara is adapting to working again much better than anyone thought she would, even if it is just one measly hour per day she’s been allowed. Her editing skills are coming along nicely and while she wouldn’t say it’s her favourite job, it’s much better than sitting around wishing she could find a way to be useful.

Her recovery is coming along nicely too. She’s finally getting to the point where she feels like she’s returning to normal, that her body is her own again. Her muscles don’t ache from the tiniest amount of exercise, and her energy levels have spiked back up to where they used to be.

That being said, there’s still a long way to go before she feels like herself again. She might be in control of herself better. She might have to fight her way through each passing day anymore but she doesn’t feel like herself. Something about her has fundamentally shifted and it’s not hard to piece together why.

Her physiology has changed so much that it’s a learning experience for her to get back to regular tasks. Even when taking things slow, she’s struggling to pick up on the new abilities and adapt to them accordingly.

It becomes increasingly apparent as the days pass that she’s getting stronger. The initial kick of power she got when she first got her new abilities was just the beginning. The lack of vitamin D affected her right away, and now she’s forced to spend more time than she thought she would be relearning how to do simple things.

The increased strength is the main thing she’s struggling with. Kara knew that she had developed some of the strength vampires possess before but it seems to grow exponentially as the days pass. She’s still nowhere near as strong as Lena but is much stronger than the average person. There is a pile of broken household objects in the corner of the living room to prove it.

The speed isn’t as much of an issue, she’s fast but she always feels as though she’s in control and Lena has been taking her out at night to practice mastering it at a nearby track. It’s not something that has a mind of its own, so she’s got it down pat.

One ability that has been giving her problems is advanced hearing. Kara must spend at least two hours every day practising using it at will and teaching herself how to activate and deactivate it. It’s not one that she can wrangle easily, and Lena being the sweetheart she is, has made her some advanced noise-cancelling headphones so she can relax without worrying about the world becoming too overwhelming at the drop of a hat when it decides to kick in on its own.

Those headphones sit atop her head whenever she’s getting in her daily hour of work and for at least another hour after that because she’s taken up a new hobby. Kara has been spending an increasing amount of time each day researching everything there is to find on vampires. She still has a little knowledge from her initial research after her first interaction with Lena but now she has so much free time that she’s found herself getting immersed in every scrap of information she can find.

There’s a problem she keeps running into though. There is so much contradicting information that she can’t make sense of what is true. She can confirm some with her own experiences and the few pieces of information she can drag out of Lena but can’t make any solid steps toward clarity.

Over time, she has created a log to track the different information about vampires she stumbles across on the internet. Some are blatantly false and some make her scratch her head in confusion, but there is something she’s noticing that she can’t seem to get out of her head. Her curiosity has peaked, and now she’s longing to figure out what all of it means.

The complete lack of certainty may be purposeful. It makes sense that she can’t find any solid information about vampires since they don’t want humans to know they actually exist. Since vampires have always been myths, they have become nothing more than a fictitious trope on which to base novels and movies. That certainly makes her research harder to dive into.

Still, that hour she spends shining a light on every corner of the internet she can find does answer a few of her questions. However, there is one that still needs to be answered. It’s a big one too.

Kara sighs as she closes the lid of her laptop before setting it beside the CatCo-issued one. She’s bright enough to know that researching anything that isn’t work-related on that laptop wouldn’t stay private for long. Besides, she’s ninety percent sure that Cat is tracking how long she spends on it daily so she’s not going over her one-hour limit.

By the time she’s done her hour of CatCo work and then an hour of research, she’s usually exhausted and today is no different.

It’s become somewhat of a routine for her; as soon as she’s done with her research, she sunbathes either out on the balcony or on the chaise Lena recently bought beside the glass doors. Lena claims she would have bought one for herself anyway but it doesn’t take a genius to see that lie from a mile away.

It’s looking a little cloudy today so she’s opting to take the chaise. There are hints of sunshine streaming down between the grey clouds, but it’s not enough for her to be optimistic. She snuggles down into the soft cushions with her headphones in place, closing her eyes and snatching up the few rays she can while she has the chance.

Without realizing it, Kara has developed her routine so that Lena is just getting home by the time she wakes up from a nap in the sun. It’s always dark by then and the rest means that she gets to stay up late and spend some time with Lena before she heads to bed.

Lena always wakes her when she returns, and not on purpose either. She shuffles past her and starts moving around the kitchen to make some tea every day and Kara can sense that someone is there. A panic builds up in her chest and her eyes fly open as she tries to calm her beating heart but she’s soothed by Lena’s calming presence daily as she deduces that she’s safe.

Following the same script, she’s startled awake, her hand twisting into the material of her shirt right over her heart, and then the tension in her muscles relaxes as she’s overwhelmed by the emerald-green eyes watching over her worriedly.

When this first started happening, Lena would rush over and try to calm her, but as the days have turned into weeks, she’s come to know that Kara doesn’t need or want to be coddled. She just needs a few moments to collect herself and then she’ll join her once she’s settled.

Lena has brought something home with her today. She keeps it carefully hidden until Kara rounds the counter to press a careful kiss to her cheek, her lips scalding against Lena’s frosty complexion. The kiss prompts Lena to subtly tilt her face towards Kara, offering her lips too, which Kara gladly accepts.

It’s unbelievable how quickly they have settled into this next stage of their relationship, but nobody is more surprised than Kara. Their first kiss felt like they had switched on a cosmic lightbulb because since then, they have fallen right into a natural rhythm, one where their connection that was nothing but an undercurrent in their lives turned into a prominent feature in that exact moment.

Lena has been amazing. She’s been working on bringing down the walls she’s spent centuries building, and she’s started a new tradition of sorts where she tells Kara something about herself every night before Kara heads to bed. Kara loves it; it always gives her something sweet to imagine as she drifts off. If she’s really lucky, she dreams about it.

“How was work?” Kara wraps her arms around Lena’s waist, dropping her head onto her shoulder and falling into a gentle embrace.

“Not too bad. Jess managed to run circles around some sleazy business owner. I think he wants to get us to take out a contract with him for steelwork despite us already having a contract with another company and their prices being significantly lower for much higher quality. He screamed in frustration at her constantly messing up dates when he tried to set up a meeting with me. She let me listen to the recording. It was glorious.” Lena smiles, her chest rumbling as she chuckles.

Kara leans back, her lips quirking at the story. “Do you think she’ll let me listen?”

“I think you have that woman wrapped around your little finger. You could always come into the office tomorrow if you feel up to it. I don’t have any meetings, so you can come and sit with me.” Lena kisses the side of Kara’s head before she backs off. Kara tries to follow the movement to prolong the mini cuddle session they were having but Lena holds up a single finger to make her wait while she grabs her little surprise.

Kara’s eyebrows scrunch, causing a little crinkle to form between her eyes, and her head tilts slightly to the left. A pout adorns her face for just a second before an excited grin wipes it away. Lena slides out a tub of ice cream from behind her purse with a flourish, her eyes pinned on Kara’s face so she doesn’t miss the reaction.

“You got me ice cream?” Kara bites her lip and bounces up onto her toes. “You’re the best!”

“I know.” Lena teases. “It’s even chocolate and caramel brownie flavour, your favourite.”

“Wrong.” Kara points at her, pulling Lena close to her again with a hand on her forearm. “You’re my favourite flavour.”

Lena rolls her eyes in response to that corny pick-up line but presses another kiss to Kara’s waiting lips anyway. “Yes, but you can’t eat me while watching a movie musical.”

“I can try.”

Lena’s eyes darken, leaving Kara enchanted as she watches the shades of green go from bright and shiny to something more akin to a dark forest night. “Darling, if you’re going to be between my thighs, you’re not focusing on Julie Andrews.”

Lena sneakily slides her hands beneath Kara’s shirt, her palms finding her back and tracing their way up and then back down to rest against the warm flesh just above the waistband of her pants. Kara shivers from the attention and the stark contrast of their body temperatures. It’s always been something she’s noticed whenever they have touched but never considered its power until they spent their first night together.

Every lingering touch, gentle caress and firm stroke felt like magic. Kara has to control herself now more than ever because she wants to jump Lena’s bones whenever she sees her. It’s becoming a real problem because there is a new show out on Netflix that Alex keeps trying to get both her and Lena to watch, but they never get around to it because they are too busy seducing each other.

At the very least, Kara is happy that Lena is in the same boat as her, mumbling at least once every time they fall into the sack together about how warm she is and how much she loves the feeling. At first, Kara was the one to initiate every time they shared more than a kiss, but as Lena became surer of herself and saw Kara grow stronger by the day, she became braver.

They are officially in their honeymoon period, and it doesn’t look like that will change any time soon. Kara’s glad for it because she loves the smiles she can rouse out of Lena, much more frequent now than before.

Kara is glad Lena is in such a good mood today though, thrilled actually. It means that her questions to further her vampire research will just be more likely to be answered. She nuzzles back into Lena’s shoulder, her lips pressing against her neck for a brief moment before she nips there carefully.

“Hey, that’s supposed to be my thing.” Lena jokes, and Kara leans back once more with twinkling eyes.

“You made a joke.” She observes with a barely restrained smile. “You never joke about vampire stuff.”

Lena hums, her hands travelling up Kara’s back again. “Well, maybe I’m learning that I don’t always have to be so serious.”

Kara squints at her, scrutinizing the overly innocent look Lena’s trying and failing to pull off. “No, you’re just less uptight now that you’re getting some. Tell me, how many decades had it been before me?”

Lena’s mouth drops open in shock, her eyes popping open comically wide. “Why, you little—” She grabs Kara by the waist and lifts her up. It earns her a squeal before she drops her down onto the counter and steps between her legs. “I’ll have you know that I am very good with the ladies when I want to be, and I have never had issues meeting my needs.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are. I saw that charm when I pummelled you with those garlic cloves and you were whining like a child.” Kara keeps teasing, her hands falling to rest over Lena’s shoulders.

Lena looks aghast that Kara is daring to bring up that interaction. She’s pretty sure they had made some unwritten pact that they should never discuss that. Kara snickers at the look of betrayal that passes through Lena’s expression as she rides the rollercoaster through every single emotion she’s ever felt in her life.

With deft fingers, Kara releases Lena’s hair from the hair tie keeping it away from her. The bun is released in a matter of seconds and Lena’s obsidian-coloured hair tumbles down her back like a waterfall enlivened by the moon in the dead of night.

“I cannot believe you just said that to me.” Lena shakes her head and tries to take a step back. A giggle escapes her when she is instantly trapped by Kara’s legs circling around her waist, her ankles crossing against the small of her back.

“I’m sure you’ll get over it.” Kara smiles against Lena’s lips as she drags her back into yet another kiss, the gentle movements soothing Lena in lieu of an apology, not that Lena was actually expecting one. They fall into a natural rhythm, neither trying to take control, both just enjoying the sensations brought upon them and matching each other movement for movement.

Lena’s hands trail over Kara’s thighs, her fingertips scraping against the fabric of Kara’s loose pants and soaking in as much of Kara’s heat as she can.

Kara’s hands are completely buried in Lena’s hair to the point where they would definitely win a game of hide and seek. Kara tugs lightly to get her attention so she can whisper against her lips. “Bedroom?”

Lena presses into another insistent kiss before pulling back reluctantly. “As much as I would love that, you haven’t eaten yet, have you?”

“I could eat your—”

“You’re still technically recovering; you need to eat properly.”

“Baby, you’re a three-course meal,” Kara smirks, her attempt to look sexy only making her look like the dork she is. It does things for Lena either way so Lena has a hard time backing off, but her need to take care of Kara wins out, no matter how much she wants to give in.

Lena eases Kara’s legs from around her waist. “We can revisit once you’ve had something to eat. What do you want? I’ll make it for you.”

Kara hops down from the counter, Lena’s arm shooting out to steady her just in case she slips on the tile floor in her stripy socks. “I’m not sure but don’t worry. I’ll find something. You’ve been at work all day; you must be tired.”

“I’m ok, I don’t mind.” Lena tosses a smile over her shoulder and starts rummaging through the fridge, searching for something to make. “Uh, we have the stuff for grilled cheese. Will that do?”

“Sounds perfect.” Kara accepts the offer and sits beside the island on one of the stools to watch Lena move around the kitchen. “So, what else happened at work today?”

Lena snorts as she starts prepping the grilled cheese. “It’s honestly super impressive how quickly you can go from horny to soft and caring in point two seconds.”

“Thank you.” Kara giggles. “I appreciate the compliment, but if you were to ask me if I wanted to eat something else, I would accept with no hesitation.”

“You’re insatiable. I didn’t expect you to be so confident, you know?”

“How come?”

Lena struggles to find the words to explain, her eyes flitting up toward the ceiling as she thinks. “You’re just…different. In a good way, but still different. I think it’s because you have your guard down more here but you aren’t as nervous or timid. I like it. I have to admit that the moments when you stood up to me, I took a liking to it, even before we were friends, let alone dating.”

Kara props her elbow onto the counter and then rests her head in her hand, gazing over at Lena as she works. “I can see that. You’re different too.”

“That’s because I’m comfortable here with you. I don’t feel like I have to hide.”

The words are so open and honest that it makes Kara tear up a little. Her heart breaks for the years Lena spent alone, wandering the planet hiding from everyone and living even when she had nothing to live for. It’s difficult to think about and something she can never forget, no matter how hard she tries. The very notion of it sticks in the back of her brain and waits for a moment of peace to creep up on her and remind her how cruel this world can be.

“I’m glad you feel that way.” Kara manages to choke out.

“Me too,” Lena responds, her voice soft. It reminds Kara of the way Lena spends her weekends with her, both of them dressed in their comfiest clothes and lounging around together, enjoying each other’s presence and learning as much as they can about each other.

Kara clears her throat. “So, tell me about your day.”

Lena dives right into a detailed retelling of all of the office drama from L-Corp. Jess always keeps her updated despite her telling her that she doesn’t care who ate Janet’s lunch but her assistant can see right through her and knows that she secretly loves the gossip. Kara loves the gossip too, just not as much as Lena does. She’s just happy to sit here and listen to her chatter away about someone clocking in late because of some strange reason because Lena’s voice is so soothing. She could listen to her all day.

Lena sits with her while she eats and updates her on her blood project. “I swear, I’m so close to figuring it out. I don’t think it’ll be too long before I know how to make a human-blood alternative for all vampires. It’ll probably take me a while to get the right equipment and actually make it before we can even get to trials, but I’m getting confident that it’s possible and I’ll even say that by the end of the year, there’s a good chance I will never need to rely on anyone to stave off my hunger again.”

Kara beams at her. “That’s amazing.”

“It is. It makes me sad that I probably could have figured it out long ago if I’d had the balls to try. I always put it off because I was afraid that I would put a whole load of effort into trying to make an alternative just for it not to work and for someone in the company to get wind of what I was doing and out me as a vampire.” Lena admits.

“Huh.” Kara’s eyebrows scrunch.

“What does that mean?” Lena questions, taken aback by how deep in thought Kara suddenly is.

Kara sucks her lips into her mouth for a second before releasing them, her hand scratching at her head and messing up her hair. “I just don’t think anyone’s first assumption would be that you’re a vampire.”

“Kara, people are more open to believing in the weird and wonderful than you think. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been caught out and had to start a new life for myself on the other side of the country.”

Blue eyes snap up to meet green. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not. For many people, vampires are just a myth. However, over the years, it’s become more normalized for people to believe in us than you think.”

“But there’s barely anything on the internet,” Kara argues, realizing her mistake a sentence too late.

Lena’s eyes narrow. “You’ve been looking vampires up on the internet?”

Kara flails. “Not specific ones, no.”

“What exactly are you trying to find.”

Looking for a way out of this line of questioning, Kara uses the most childish technique known to man to try and avoid answering. She shoves the remainder of her grilled cheese into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out like a little hamster.

Lena lets out an annoyed breath. “Kara, this is important. What are you looking for?”

Kara shrugs, chewing as slowly as possible.

“That’s ok, I’ll wait.” Lena folds her arms over her chest, a sleek eyebrow raising in a challenge.

Kara’s shoulder sag. She’s not getting out of this one. She answers as soon as she’s swallowed the bite and washed it down with a swig of water. “I was looking for anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yeah. I want to know everything I can. I’m half vampire, I want to know as much as I can about the new side of myself. I want to know how many vampires there are. I want to know if all vampires have the same powers, and I want to know where they come from. They have to have come from somewhere. Oh, and I think that since vampires are real, there’s a chance that other mythical creatures exist too.”

“Like unicorns?”

“I don’t know. I was hoping for elves; a horse with a horn feels too easy.” Kara shrugs.

Lena hums, her mind filtering through the new knowledge she’s acquired. “So, why didn’t you just ask me these questions?”

“You’ve never really liked answering my questions. Plus, you told me before that you don’t know a lot about vampires despite knowing a bunch and being around for forever and a day.”

Lena has to give her that one. She can’t deny that. She’s open with the surface-level stuff but anything that involves digging too deeply into her past in any way that has negative connotations makes her close up like the lockable diary of a seven-year-old girl.

“Kara…”

“Oh no.” Kara recoils, leaning back away from Lena. “You’re using a disappointed voice.”

Lena takes a deep breath that, to Kara, sounds judgemental. “Kara. I’m not disappointed in you.”

Kara blinks at her, completely disbelieving. “Uh-huh.”

“I’m more upset that you’ve been trying to figure out all of this information that you’re entitled to and I haven’t been open enough for you to feel safe coming to me to learn any of it.”

“So you do have some of the answers?” Kara’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

Lena fiddles with the ring sitting on her thumb, sliding it up and down before twisting it. “Well…no, but I should, and for that, I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be sorry for what you don’t know.”

Lena’s mouth twists to one side before she centres it again and tuts. “So, did you find out anything good?”

“I did find something kind of interesting.”

“Do tell.” Lena leans forward, her fingertips tracing over the back of Kara’s hand.

Kara blushes at the touch and ducks her head for a second before she slips off the stool. “Wait here. I have a notebook.”

Lena huffs out a laugh. “Of course you do. How about we move into the living room and we go over what you’ve found together?”

It doesn’t take any convincing to get Kara to agree to that and they end up snuggled next to each other on the couch. Kara sits with her knees up to balance the notebook against them. Lena lazily wraps an arm around the one closest to her, making it awkward to prop up the notebook the way Kara planned. She’s not saying anything though, more than happy to adapt so Lena doesn’t move away.

“There isn’t much online to find. The vampire community is pretty tight-lipped and media adaptations take over a lot of the results so it’s been hard to pinpoint what is true and what’s speculation.” Kara starts by opening up the book and holding it between them so Lena can see her notes, written in her neat handwriting on the first page and then devolving into barely legible chicken scratch by the end where she didn’t care about how it looked anymore, more concerned with getting it all written down. Lena eyes it with a raised brow and Kara catches the look. “Not a word.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” Lena defends herself.

“Sure you weren’t.” Kara bumps her shoulder into Lena before resting her head against Lena’s. “The main points I found were just the same things we know, but there are more powers listed that popped up a few times and put them on my radar so I added them to the list.”

“Kara, I’ve never met a vampire that can mind-control someone.”

Kara takes the pen from where it’s hooked in the notebook’s spiral and makes a neat line right through that section. “That’s one thing we can cross off the list then.”

Lena’s eyes follow the track of the pen. “Ok, what else?”

Kara clicks her tongue in a funky little beat as she flips through the pages and settles on the part of her research that is more hypothetical. “I’ve been working on this for the past week or so. I’ve noticed how different powers popped up more when talking about specific countries, so I made a little list of which powers came up for each country to see if there’s a difference.”

Lena takes a closer look at the lists. Despite being as old as she is, she’s not spent much time travelling to different countries. She stuck to the UK for a while but then took a boat over to the US and never looked back. The most she’s done since then was a few business trips to Japan to meet with investors, but she never saw anything more than her hotel room or an office so she wasn’t paying attention to the nightlife. “That’s really interesting and maybe something to look into for sure. I’ve never heard of vampires from different parts of the world displaying different powers but I’ve never been the most sociable person around.”

“I’ve noticed,” Kara smirks at her before kissing her cheek to show she’s just playing with her.

Lena ignores her but still leans into the kiss. “I do know someone that might have a better idea about this stuff though. Andrea has never been one to stick around in one place for too long without getting bored. Actually, I think Sam might have done some travelling too. I’ll ask them tomorrow. Andrea gets mad when I call at night, and Sam asked me not to so I don’t wake Ruby up accidentally so I can’t call now but I promise I will.”

“Thank you.” Kara mumbles. “Would you find it interesting if it turns out that it’s true and it’s different for different locations?”

Lena nods. “I would. I would also find it terrifying though because that means that there’s someone out there probably trying to create a vampire with all available powers because there are some psychopaths out there.”

“Wow, your mind immediately went to Frankenstein. I would have thought you’re more of a Dracula person.”

“Haha.” Lena deadpans. “I think I’ll leave that for you but I’ll have you know that I love Mary Shelley. It’s not what I was thinking about but I don’t have much faith in the people on this planet, and if there’s something every bad person wants, it’s power.”

Kara nods. “I guess so.”

“Anyway.” Lena redirects the conversation. “How have you managed to get all of this done without anyone noticing?”

Kara smiles. “I can be sneaky when I want to be.”

“I’m sure you can.” Lena’s eyes dart down to Kara’s lips and she doesn’t attempt to resist. She dives in and her lips curve up into a smile against Kara’s when she feels how hard she’s pushing back into her.

“Bedroom now?” Kara asks, excitement in her voice that only serves to fire Lena up all the more.

Lena takes the notebook and pen from Kara, noting that the pen is now in pieces, crushed by Kara’s grip. She slides a hand beneath her back and one beneath her legs so she can lift her up and carry her into her bedroom, Kara giggling all the way.

She drops her down onto her bed and notices something as she does. She takes a step back with a frown, her eyebrows furrowed down and her lips pressed into a line.

“What is it?” Kara asks, suddenly worried.

“Have we only been having sex here because you don’t want to change your sheets as often as I have to change mine?”

Kara breaks out into a cheeky grin. “Hell yeah, it is.”

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Perc'ahlia Week Day 4: Shoot/Reborn

over halfway through @percahliaweek! also available on ao3!

This is the second time Percy's killed Vex.

To be specific, this is the second time Percy's curiosity, his inability to think before he acts, his insatiable thirst for information, has resulted in Vex's eyes staring up, dull, sightless, unmoving.

It started with a book, a dusty tome written in a language Percy does not understand. News of such a book, which, he was told, contains depictions of the advanced magical technologies of the Age of Arcanum, deep knowledge once thought lost along with the two-thirds of the mortal population of Exandria, reached Percy through his various connections to houses of research—the libraries of the Cobalt Soul, the Alabaster Lyceum, the Soltryce Academy. Percy was sure that this ancient text contained information that, in the right hands, could result in technological advancements that would set the Exandrian population on a path of untold wonder and discovery—or, in the wrong hands, on a path toward autocracy and ruin. Either way, Percy wanted the book in his hands, and now his hands are wrapped around his dead wife's cold, clammy fingers.

It was a challenge, carrying her body into Castle Whitestone without alerting any of the townsfolk or, more importantly, the de Rolo children of the Lady's death. She is laid out on a bed in the guest wing, far from where Vesper or the twins normally play and study, and Percy cannot breathe, cannot think, cannot understand the story being told to him in pieces by the other members of the Grey Hunt.

The mission was not one they normally undergo, its purpose outside of their purview, but when has the Mistress of the Grey Hunt ever denied her beloved husband anything? And the old ruins where the tome was rumored to reside were only a week's ride away, at the tip of the northern peninsula that frames the western side of the Shearing Channel. Go in, get the book, get out. It was simple enough.

"She wouldn't leave until the rest of us could escape," her deputy mistress, a slim human woman with tight, dark curls, says quietly. "She was incredibly courageous. We're the ones with firearms, she just had her bow and arrows, but...she wouldn't stop shooting at it. Over and over, relentlessly, facing down the naga like it was nothing. She was a hero."

"Is," Percy snaps, and the deputy mistress falls silent. He twists his head around to look at one of the castle servants, who is standing vigil by the door. "Where is Pike?"

The young man flinches at the acid in Percy's tone. "She...is coming, my lord. I believe she has joined those assembling the diamonds required for—"

He's cut off by a low, throaty croak. Percy slowly turns the other way to look toward the open window, where an enormous raven, so big it can barely fit on the sill, glares at him, its beak a threatening dagger. The shame that washes over him is staggering, knocks the wind clean from his lungs. It has been so long since Percy has discovered a new way to hate himself.

Are they together now? Is Vax once again bargaining with his matron on his sister's behalf, begging her to help him clean up Percy's mess? How much will the Raven Queen allow him to get away with? At what point does she decide he's run out of chances?

There is a knock on the door, and the servant opens it to reveal Pike, flanked by two other members of the household staff carrying enormous, lumpy sacs. "We've got them," she says quietly, scurrying inside. She needs assistance climbing up beside Vex on the bed, but once she's there, she withdraws a flask of holy water from her pocket. "This will take some time, Percy. But I'm going to bring her back."

She sounds so certain, and Percy wants to take comfort in it. But as she begins to trace symbols in the holy water along Vex's forehead, cheeks, arms, chest, he cannot stop the simmering fear in his blood that his wife will not be returned to him, a fitting punishment for his endless hubris.

The diamonds, worth more than twice what this castle spends in a year, are strewn about Vex's body in an intricate pattern that Percy is sure is divinely significant. It takes about an hour to prepare all of the pieces of this spell, and when she's done, Pike merely reaches up and taps Vex's forehead. She then sits back on her heels and waits.

Nothing happens. Percy frowns, sure that Pike is messing with him, because clearly that cannot be all that there is to a spell of this magnitude. But she sits patiently, eyes watching Vex's still-unmoving face.

The minutes tick by. Pike's neutral expression darkens. Percy knows that something is wrong. "Why...is she..."

"I don't know." Pike reaches forward to lay her tiny hand on Vex's cheek, which remains unflinching. "It should have worked." Pike then grips the holy symbol around her neck and begins to murmur low in what Percy is sure is a prayer to Sarenrae.

Another bassy croak from over his shoulder makes Percy wince, and when he looks, the raven is flapping its wings in agitation. It takes off from the windowsill, flying in a tight, anxious pattern outside the castle. Percy can only guess at what Vax is trying to tell him. He watches the raven, and up in the sky, he notices a strange phenomenon occurring: dark, thick clouds seem to be at war with the sunbeams that stream down onto Whitestone. The resulting shadows on the lawns below seem to pull and stretch as light and dark engage in some kind of battle.

"They're fighting." Pike slides down off of the bed to peer out the window herself.

"Who's fighting, Pike?"

"Pelor and the Raven Queen. Look." She points up at the sky. "Vex is his Champion, but right now, she belongs to the Raven Queen. They're fighting over her."

And just like that, Percy's sinking shame is evaporated by the hot flames of rage that ripple up his spine. If there is a fight for Vex'ahlia's soul, how dare it happen without him! He leaps to his feet, storms to the window, and throws open the sash as wide as it can go. Pike has to cling to the hem of his shirt to keep him from falling out as he stretches himself toward the sky and yells, "Whitestone belongs to the Dawnfather, and she belongs to Whitestone! Give her back now!"

The inky black clouds swirl and dance angrily, and for a moment, Percy fears that all of Whitestone will burn for his arrogance. But then a single sunbeam, wide as a road and brighter than anything Percy has ever beheld, breaks through, and Percy and Pike both duck out of the way before they're blinded. Percy brings a hand up to shield his eyes as he watches the white light surround Vex's body, and in a flash that he is sure will kill them all, he loses sight of her entirely.

He doesn't know how long it takes him to be able to see again—he's sure he'll have spots in his vision for the rest of his life—but when he does, he claws his way up off of the floor to rest his arms beside his wife's body—his wife's warm, breathing body.

"Vex'ahlia."

Her eyes flutter open, and Percy takes her face in his hands. "Oh. Hello darling." She looks around, confused by the crush of people surrounding her. "Have I missed something?"

And he kisses her, his lips seeking hers like a drowning man seeks air. There are so many things he needs to say to her, not enough time in the world to apologize, but the first thing she must understand after being reborn in the Dawnfather's light is that he loves her. There is no knowledge, no wonder, no curiosity he would ever trade for one fewer moment in this life with her, so as he breaks the kiss and tips his forehead down to hers, he murmurs, "Thank you for coming back to me."

She smiles up at him. "As if you could ever be rid of me." And outside, the raven croaks once more before taking off up into the dissipating storm clouds above.

#percahliaweek #percahliaweek23 #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #vox machina #vox machina fic #perc'ahlia #perc'ahlia fic #my fic #perc'ahlia week #lmao i accidentally made percy the old man yells at clouds meme fr

[linashirou]

hi Lina! Just out of curiosity but what is your opinion on Naomi Hunter, especcially in mgs4?

Okay. First of all, I'll always have time to say that I hate Naomi. But I'll explain why.

If we go back only to her era and role as a character in "Metal Gear Solid," She is consistent and quite self-conclusive; a dark character, driven by revenge. I already hate her enough for what she did with Foxdie and for injecting it into Snake… but well, things happen.

Regarding what is narrated in Nastasha Romanenko's book and in "Metal Gear Solid 2," She turned into… crap (in my POV). Naomi manipulated Richard Ames and got involved in the project he had to create Foxdie (Something briefly mentioned in MGS) and the creation of Vamp's immunity is directly her fault.

Knowing all that, let's go to MGS4; knowing the modus operandi she had with Richard Ames (who discovered the truth through conversations via codec), it's even more obvious that she'll do exactly the same thing to Hal. She is a femme fatale, used to using men as a tools for her own purposes. This is an unnecessary pain for him.

I also hate her "Mary Sue" side here: She knows how to do everything out of nowhere and is even smarter than Hal? God, please give me a break! Why did Kojima and his scriptwriter do that? You told us that Hal is almost breathing and hacking the Pentagon with air, creating things and coming up with clever solutions, and then you put him in a corner just to give backup to Snake? in my eyes, they reduced Hal a lot as a character in MGS4, even though I love him deeply in his older days, I would like to see him more involved in the hacker stuff, along with Sunny and without Naomi. It might be more interesting to see them fight for a solution than to have them be under the shadow of her "highness" Naomi.

And I really think that bringing her back was absolutely unnecessary; I still think that part of her lore could have been carried on by new characters because if we remember, in Nastasha's book they tells us that she has the COMPLETE Foxdie research (Please remember that Foxdie was not entirely Naomi's invention. She joined the project in order to make "her" intervention and tilt the project's progress in HER favor): they could have easily introduced a new scientist or a couple of new characters.

I really hate all this poorly executed character "cleansing" in her, she feels like crap to me; SHE IS NOT GOOD, NEVER WAS, AND NEVER WILL BE: let her be crap until MGS in peace. I could talk about it for hours. I feel like there's so much to explain and dissect, but this is the most condensed version I've managed to do, and for it to be understood in my shitty English.

#Fuck Naomi #mgs4 guns of the patriots #MGS #mgs2 sons of liberty #In the darkness of Shadow Moses Island #naomi hunter #Leave Sunny alone. Don't teach her empty machismo bullshit

[mantisgodsdomain]

Hey. By the time you read this, I hope you already know I've dropped out of the tournament. I would like you to know I'm not being a sore loser (if fuse ends up losing the poll) I just had some personal issues to work out and had been debating doing it for a while now.

As a gesture of good will, I would like to give you ownership of a few ocs I originally created as gifts if you won (which it looks like you most likely will.) I present to you: Beauty and the beast but it's lovecraftian horror.

Mulch was a fairly average wasp. A bit clumsy, and chronically unlucky, Mulch worked as a postman for the ant kingdom, while doing independent deliveries for various customers on the side. During one of these side jobs, he was instructed to deliver a mysterious, sealed box to a mysterious place out in the woods. Curiosity got the better of him, however, and while exploring the area, he stumbled in on Marigold during on of her.... Less ethical experiments.

Marigold panicked, and ended up chucking an unfinished and very experimental potion at him. The potion reacted with the package, which unfortunately turned out to be full of very expensive dead lander parts. Mulch was transmuted almost instantly and very painfully. He fled in panic, much to Marigold's annoyance.

Mulch tried to tell his friends and family what happened, but his vocal cords were distorted in the transmutation and he could only make garbled screeches. Pretty soon, the "Redeyes monster" was blamed for Mulch's disappearance, along with a few other missing bugs. Hunted down by the bugs he once thought were friends, Redeyes decided to try and take his own life by skewering himself with his tail.

Foxglove is the complete polar opposite of Marigold. A traveling apothecary, she is headstrong, brash, and even a little bit naive. Despite this, she's a very compassionate moth and always stops to help bugs in need. She also does secret research into transmutation, although she plans to use the science for medical purposes only. She thinks the science could one day be used to regrow lost limbs and cure the blind.

One day, Foxglove discovered a wounded beast while exploring, Who ended up being the infamous Redeyes. She was able to heal the monster back to health, and the two formed a close bond. Wherever Foxglove goes, Redeyes is close behind, just out of sight. Noticing the strange bug was awakened, Foxglove also taught Redeyes Morse code so he could communicate. Redeyes began to regain hope, and even started to consider telling her what happened to him.

That is, until Foxglove got a friendly visit from a certain hawk moth. And while the homemade meal she prepared didn't do anything other than make Foxglove slightly sick for a few days, the message was very clear. Redeyes decided to keep his mandibles shut, but Foxglove's stubborn curiosity isn't helping....

I hope you enjoy these two! They're yours now, feel free to do whatever you want with them, from making them kiss to putting them through the horrors.

Lastly, here are a few comics so you can get a good idea of how they act. (Although you could change that too if you want to.)

have fun, and I'm sorry for the hassle :)

It's no trouble! We know how it is, to get stressed out over results like that. We got... fairly similarly stressed out around Round 3, against Mop. It's probably not 1:1 comparable, but - we can relate. You don't have to worry about coming off as a sore loser or anything of the like - we weren't expecting to win anything if we won, honestly.

We... would like to apologize, if our own competitiveness was too much - we tend to get a bit competitive ourself, and though a lot of the fun for us is in the competition and showmanship, we'd be the first to know we can get a bit caught-up in things. Hopefully, the peer pressure (or... whatever they call it, here) didn't make anything worse.

So long, and thank you for all the bugs!

We will now ramble below the cut in a way that is probably way too enthusiastic for the rest of this rant (oogh cool bugs)

Holds Mulch and Foxglove in our claws. We think we will subject them to the horrors AND make them kiss.

Fun fact that we aren't sure if we've included in the charmcraft stuff we've posted here yet - that was, actually, one of the original uses for charmcraft! Though sight can be a lot more fiddly than replacing a limb, grafting on body parts was one of the first uses of charmcraft, and still remains one of the best options when it comes to prosthetics.

Though charmcraft limbs tend to distort and shift as they age, they tend to be very reliable as far as utility goes, being one of the only ways to get full dexterity in a prosthetic without requiring a lot of maintainance. Once properly installed, it's there to stay, but it comes with a handful of drawbacks.

The distortion was first and foremost on the reasons it's rarely-used - it warps as its user grows, and after a certain point it's near-impossible to ignore the difference between the grafted arm and the rest of the bug's body, even if it was a nearly perfect match initially. There's also the fact that it needs to be installed directly onto a living bug - with the nature of charmcraft workstations, that can wind up being a several-hour-long operation with no anaesthesia, which can be... unfortunate, for the bug receiving the arm.

Besides that, there's the unfortunate fact that the single material best-suited to medical charmcraft is bug flesh - though fully outlawing use of bugs as parts would be thoroughly impractical, using bits from awakened bugs is now thoroughly outlawed, and regulations currently sit in such a state where performing charmcraft of any sort on a living bug is quite illegal. Though getting the regulations overturned would be one hell of an uphill battle, Foxglove seems the sort who would try her hand at it - it's a field that has massive potential, medically, but the handful of crimes that've been committed have left a massive imprint in public consciousness, which makes things... difficult.

It at least helps to have a massive monster in your tracks to keep you safe from anyone who might be less than friendly about those hot-button issues you're working with. Especially when said massive monster is a friend.

#we speak #asks #bug fables #art #ocs #marigold #redeyes #foxglove #uhhh tl;dr its 100% fine we just hope youre doing all right #we Are going to use these funky little bugs and you Cannot stop us

[series-thoughts]

OK, hear me out: a BarclayPierce Au idea

@streets-in-paradise @losersclubisms @silvershewolf247 @cult-of-dollbabies @cornerofhell

Andy was always on edge about the idea of Chucky coming back. When Andy first sees news about a series of homicides in LA with Jennifer Tilly, the star of the new Chucky movie being a key witness, he does his best to ignore it. His mother had been released from the mental hospital a few years prior, and the last thing he wanted to risk was something happening to her again.

However, the thought is always there in the back of his head, and 4 years after the events of Seed, he began to give into his curiosity. After his research and looking into Tiffany Valentine, who appeared to be linked to Chucky not long after getting rid of him at the military academy.

That was when he decided to swallow his pride a little and ask Mike if he knew anymore. Mike and Karen had married a couple of years ago and Andy did his best to be civil but both men were aware of some underlying tension regarding circumstances after his 6th birthday.

Andy knew why Mike did it, he would have been considered mad too. So he had lied, knowing he could do more to help and hopefully get Karen released quicker, granted the plan took longer than any of them wanted but the betrayal had still stung.

It ended up working in Andy's favour when he went to ask Mike about what he knew regarding Chucky when he was human. Mike was keen to gain Andy's trust, to make amends for the hurt he caused. That's when Andy learnt of Sarah Pierce, the woman Chucky had obsessed over and kidnapped along with her young daughter after killing her husband. He told Andy how he found Charles that night and that out of anger he had stabbed Sarah in the stomach harming her unborn child in the process and when he had visited them after Andy's birthday, the baby had been born but they were unsure if the poor little girl would survive.

So after further research, he found out where the Pierce family lived now and decided to try and warn them. It couldn't hurt to try and explain. If Tiffany's body ended up dead, who's to say one of them wouldn't be next?

It was close to Christmas when Andy went to the Pierce house. This meant the entire family was there, Sarah, Barb, Ian and little 3 year old Alice, who was currently introducing 20 year old Nica to all of the toys she had brought with her.

Andy's attempt to talk to Sarah was extremely unsuccessful, with her telling him to leave the second he mentioned Mike's name followed by Barb slamming the door in his face.

Nica had heard the ordeal from the other room and entered soon enough to get a glimpse of the man at the door. Nica, being as observant as she was knew it must have been important. The only time she remembered her mother shutting down a conversation that quickly was when she would ask about her father as a child.

So she quickly made her way to the bathroom before opening the window, hoping to get the man's attention before he was too far away. She ended up being successful, and the two spoke briefly before agreeing to meet at a nearby café later in the week so he could properly explain himself.

Th night after that discussion, Nica secretly did her own research on Andy and came across an article from a few days after she was born and ultimately ended up with more questions than answers.

The meeting for all intents and purposes was successful even if it was a difficult discussion for both parties. Trusting someone he had just met with the truth he had been so well trained into concealing was tough for Andy but certainly not as tough as Nica finding out that her father's death was no accident and the rest of the story that came along with it.

After a few days coming to terms with what she now knew, Nica came to the conclusion not to tell her mother but to make sure to look out for her and protect her from any signs of the killer doll. She had exchanged numbers with Andy during the meeting at the café and the two quickly became friends, frequently calling and texting each other. It originally started with any updates to do with Chucky but quickly turned into conversation on anything and everything that came to mind, from Nica's adventures babysitting Alice to the chaos that would ensue when Andy and Kyle would go to Karen and Mike's for dinner.

2013 eventually came along, and with that, an unknown package addressed to Sarah Pierce. Nica first told herself not to panic. It was probably another one of her mother's online purchases. Until her mother dismissed the idea, claiming that she hadn't bought anything for 2 weeks, and the next thing Nica saw was the red hair as her mother lifted the doll from the box.

Nica quickly took the doll and box from her mother, telling her that she would call the company for her to find out where it came from. She went straight to her room, tied up the doll as best she could, and shut it in her closet, blocking the door just to be safe. Before immediately calling Andy, letting him know that his suspicions had been correct.

On the other end, Andy had already started packing to meet Nica and try to end this once and for all, with as few casualties as possible...

#chucky #chucky 2021 #child's play #chucky syfy #au #chucky au #andy barclay #nica pierce #karen barclay #mike norris #kyle simpson #sarah pierce #barb pierce #alice pierce #ian Chucky #curse of chucky #barclaypierce

[lemonade-juley]

So I had a thought on Aevia's origins in my own stuff, namely about where exactly she originated from before dying and then being plucked from her world to become the Interceptor. Basically this is just a lore dump for my version of Aevia.

So I knew I wanted her to still have Pokemon in her own world, as part of her background is she wanted to become a Pokemon Researcher in her old life. She had a different name of course, and obviously she didn't look like Rejuv's Aevia then (since she takes Aevia's form as a host when she's brought to Aevium) The basic run down of her past life is that, nobody took her seriously and she was largely neglected by her family beyond basic necessities. She had no real friends, and was frequently bullied, causing her to turn to researching Pokemon and knowledge in whole (which, is actually of course similar to Erin's background). She frequently did her own research expeditions as a young teenager, and was honestly nearly as reckless than as she is in Rejuv's story. But one time during one of these, she gets careless, and gets trapped in a rock slide. She was never noted as missing, and no-one ever looked for her. Even the Pokemon passing her by. When she died, she became a forgotten soul, wandering endlessly and pointlessly, and were she not picked as Interceptor, would have faded away permanently. She's lost all actual memories of her past life, and takes Aevia's name and form for her own proudly, but the trauma of being forgotten and her lost self still reside deep down in her soul.

I want it to be that Aevia came from another universe of Pokemon, but more specifically, the Canon universe of Pokemon, one where Reborn or Aevium don't exist, not the lore and background that surrounds either region. While of course everything is largely the same as the Canon universe, this discrepancy still gives her confusion and curiosity as she's never heard or seen of these regions. At the early parts of the game's story she gets huge amounts of curiosity about Aevium forms, and compared to other character she's never so much as heard of Reborn, and knows only limited information about Aevium based on the false memories given to her when she's brought into the world properly to fit in.

Ultimately, her dreams of being a Pokemon Researcher never really fades even if she's not concious of that dream. While she does enjoy battling quite a lot, and thinks it would be pretty cool to be come as strong as the Champion or even stronger, it's ultimately a means to an end in her current goals of defeating Team Xen (and also potentially Vitus, she's keenly aware that she's not seen the last of him, and she's not confident on the motives of Spacea and Tempia). Her real passion still lies within learning more and researching Pokemon.

That passion can be seen in her interactions with wild Pokemon, her own team, and how she notes battles she watches between other trainers (funnily enough, Allyson, my Reborn OC, also studies Pokemon battles heavily, but for strategy and training purposes, rather than direct academic purposes). She takes lots of notes and owns a detailed journal on her personal notes and observations on Pokemon behaviors and other types of functions, something she uses in conjunction with her Pokedex to compare research and just ultimately learn as much as possible about Pokemon.

That's about the end of this big lore dump on her, but one last thing. I did mention in a Headcanon post a while back that, Aevia is not quite as close to Erin as she is with her other friends in the Sashila group. Obviously with what I've stated, they'd probably actually get along really well. Only reason I say they're not quite as close is just because as of v13, the two haven't had much opportunity to actually bond? Hell a decent chunk of Erin's relationship points are through things she hears from other characters, a missable brief interaction in East Gearen's library, or through scenes that don't involve the MC at all (I believe one of Erin and Kanon's conversations during the Diamond route give both of them relationship points). Anyways, they haven't quite had the same degree of interaction as Aevia/MC gets with other characters as frequently, so that's why.

#aevia gives me insutmountable amounts of brain rot #lemon rambles #pokemon #pokemon rejuvenation #pokemon rejuvenation spoilers #v13 spoilers #pokemon ocs

[bornfromchalk]

If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m all ears. Can’t say I know what to say all the time, but I’ll try my best.

If... this is about what I mentioned in regards to Rubedo, I apologize for worrying you. I should've been clearer with my words; it was a long time ago and it wasn't due to anything like depression or trauma. Maybe I was moreso just confused as to why I was here in the first place. What would it take to make me not exist? What could my body handle? A scientist's mind is a curious one and especially for a being like me who is not from this world altogether, I guess it just didn't make sense for me to be here but a fleeting moment.

I was young and naïve, however. My master found out what I was doing and she made me realize what I was doing was incredibly selfish, and most importantly, had no purpose whatsoever. My master had sacrificed so much, failed so many experiments and put so much time and effort into creating me. I was, in my morbid curiosity, about to throw that all away, destroy her life's work. And for what? For a fleeting "a-ha -moment"?

If she hadn't made me come to my senses, I would not have a life's work of my own. I would not have met Sucrose, Alice, Klee... I would not have seen the milestones of the different people of Mondstadt and others I've met along the way. I have helped them just as they have helped me in life and I guess that's my real purpose aside from my research; maybe my journey is but a fleeting moment in time but that moment is meant to exist all the same.

~Albedo

#inquiries #genshin impact #genshin roleplay #albedo #tw self harm

[aragorn-of-nightswatch]

I POSTED A FIC I WROTE FOR THE FIRST TIME (Suzie + Jack character study)

After Alex Hopkins and the New Year's Eve Massacre, Jack hadn’t hired another member of Torchwood 3. He wasn’t avoiding it, he told himself, just looking for the right person. Someone who would fit the Torchwood he wanted. Not a Torchwood like the one Yvonne ran in London, or the one he’d first been found by. A more humane Torchwood, a more human one.

But the hub remained empty for many years. The image of walking into Torchwood on New years eve to find everyone’s bodies, to see the look in Alex’s eyes, still dragged its claws across the back of his mind every time he imagined someone else in the hub.

No one else could survive Torchwood 3 except him.

And yet, the woman stood in front of him. Tall and thin and cold. Nothing like the image of the 'Torchwood he wanted'. Of all the people he’d seen in the scattered attempts to find new members –which all ended with a thank you, I’ll contact you soon, and retcon– it was only her who had kept her composure through everything she saw.

Walking into the hub through the main entrance, not the scenic one –after two times of having to play along with the excitement interviewees got from seeing what at this point was his cage, though he didn't really care to explain why it felt like that to himself or anyone else, and one time of flirting with a man who proceeded to near fall of the lift halfway through the descent, he’d stopped using that entrance– she’d looked around slowly, without a change in her expression. Her gaze fell to the middle of the hub.

He almost felt disappointed, may even tinge offended at the lack of response, since he did take pride in this place despite having too many bad memories taking place here to count.

“That’s a rift manipulator.”

“Yes, it is,” he’d replied, raising an eyebrow at her. "Though you shouldn't know that."

“I did my research regardless; I'm not walking into a situation without knowing what I'm getting myself into. Besides, I had the whole train ride from London to prepare.” Maybe her lack of reaction was because she understood more than the other prospected members to come before her.

She paused, still looking at everything around her. “You called me all this way for an interview.”

“Yes.”

“Do you normally do that?” she said, turning towards him. From someone else, it would have been a normal question, but she managed to make it feel like a chess move. He didn’t think she was just trying to find an answer to that, but trying to find out about him.

“You’re more than qualified to justify that. Your degree and area of study, of course, but more importantly your work after that.” He responded. She looked at him for a moment again, then silently pointed at his office overlooking the hub, gesturing for him to lead the way. A bold move to pull on your boss, he thought. Walking up the stairs, he realized he'd already called himself her boss in his mind, accidental as it may be. Indeed, that is what he became, however.

He hadn’t hired her for her qualifications, though she definitely did have much more than anyone else he’d found. He’d hired her because he’d seen the cold fire burning inside her– lit with determination and curiosity. She might not be nice about it, but she wanted to make the world a better place, he just knew.

I'm planning on writing more about Suzie, Jack, and their separate yet similar struggles with finding purpose and meaning for their time on Earth.

The other fics I have planned are longer and more in-depth, but this one was short, just me trying to figure out Suzie, and what kind of character she is on a page.

[I also know that in the audio stories, there was another guy who joined torchwood before Suzie, but since he didn't really affect the torchwood we know, and I don't have enough information about him as a person so he'd end up as a half-OC, so I erased him from this universe (sorry to you fella).]

Hope you enjoyed it!

#torchwood fanfic #torchwood fic #captain jack harkness fanfic #suzie costello #torchwood suzie #suzie #suzie costello fanfic #torchwood headcanon #suzie costello headcanon #jack harkness #jack harkness and suzie #jack harkness and suzie costello #torchwood #torchwood character study

[xerxeswitch]

Secular, Christian, Omnist..?

The title is controversial, I know. 

As a “warning”: Contrasting beliefs that may conflict with other groups, so take it with a grain of salt. These are just my beliefs and what feels right for my path. If this offends you, just don’t read and don’t be a jerk. Again, this is describing my journey alone apart from other people’s experiences.   (Re-posting)

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I do get confused on which one I feel fits better, but at the same time, who cares, right?

But, sometimes I find myself to switch back and forth in one of these things. 

What is a secular witch? 

From what I pretty much gathered, these are the witches who don’t believe in the concept of of what a god is, like yours truly. We mostly just cultivate our own energy and work with energy in general that is given to us through what we have, what we collected, and where we thrive in. 

What is an omnist? 

An omnist is someone who believes there’s connections and truths in every religion or custom, and most of their purpose of all is to transcend and unite for the bigger picture. 

What is a Christian Witch?

Some say this is impossible and sardonically ironic, but I read some history that Christianity and pagan practices has always been intertwined and co-opted in the past like Lupercalia. This is basically, a witch who undergoes witchcraft but they incorporate the belief of God and the angels, and some teaches of the church in their work. (I do believe Padre Pio is a good example, but I could be wrong. But seriously, the guy is a saint and he was known to be a mystic or even a “warlock”) ... ---

So...this is where my mess of beliefs come into one messy clump. 

I speak for my experience and mine alone -- it was mostly a positive, humbling experience of being a former Catholic. Deep down, I am still one and it’s embedded in me since I was a child. These angelic beings and that entity as people call “God” actually helped me a lot growing up and even saved my physical life. For that, I give them my respects because they given me the same -- but I do NOT worship. I also don’t believe in the concept of “worship” or “God” or “gods,” but I do believe they’re given that title by people because of their immense influence, wisdom and power. I just think it’s not really a healthy way to approach it.  However, the Catholic church did have a profound, positive impression on me...if you take away the “You’re going to hell/you’re a sinner” parts of it. I do not believe that’s “God,” but people using the religion to create a fear-mongering tactic to get more followers, power, and superiority. (But I get that a lot of religions can be like that personally)  

Do I believe in the bible completely?

No. They were still written by people thousands of years ago whom were trying to interpret these beings -- and interpreting spirits can be one hell of a language barrier.

Do I believe sins, or not believing in God, will make you burn in hell for eternity? No, but I do believe in hefty punishment for evil deeds that can feel like hell. 

I also always knew I was into witchcraft and I had communicated with spirits apart from angels and demons since I was a child, and later performed some witchcraft along the way. I remember in my early days asking this Wiccan about performing a protection circle and she said it’ll be best to call upon a trusted “god” to help. I asked her, “Is it okay if I ask for Jesus or “Yahweh” (as I call “God”) into my circle?”

Un-phased, she said, “Yes, call upon anyone you want. It’s your work.” 

That made me feel relieved and happy, and it resonates with me. 

...

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Eventually, out of curiosity, I branched out a little from Catholicism and found myself researching into my own country’s pantheon of “gods,” Shintoism, (not a religion, I know) Buddhism, Tibetan meditations, Wiccan, Hellenism, etc. 

I would just take pieces of aspects from each religion or custom, and put them into my own Frankenstein pillar of beliefs that resonates, which is the omnist part of me.

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So for short and where I am now:

-I believe and respect Yahweh and angels, but I do not believe in the concept of what a “god” or “God” or “worship.” I am best in independence from worship but I work and commune with trusted and meticulous cultivated connections as friends or even family.

-I believe there’s truths and interconnections with every religion and custom, and I would take these pieces of what resonates with me to my own belief pillar. 

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Despite all of this mess, I’m doing just fine and it suits me. In the end, these are just labels and sometimes labels for me can prove to be more limiting than helpful or connecting. 

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If I have to make my beliefs even simpler...(In which I do believe less is more)

I believe everything is connected no matter what in the end and there are no absolutes, which is more of a reason to go by the rule: Treat others how you want to be treated. 

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In the end, I’m just Carmen Xerxes Witch. 

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Thank you for reading. 

#witch #witchcraft #christian witch #spirituality #christianity #my journey #secular witch #secular

[cjbolan]

Out of curiosity – and for research purposes, since I'm turning my reviews of "Cinderella" adaptations into a book – why does the ending of the 2015 "Cinderella" make you angry

To put it simply ? Because I feel it contradicts the entire movie…

1) It contradicts the movie’s whole “have courage…” motto : the first time she shows courage by standing up to her stepmother, it backfires completely by getting her locked in her room for the Prince to come rescue her later. And no I don’t think Cindy’s “You’re not my mother” to Lady Tremaine line counts. It really doesn’t take courage to say/do anything when you have royal guards backing you up like she did in that scene. So the movie really is sending mixed messages about courage.

2) it contradicts and undoes Cinderella’s character arc, of gradually gaining regaining agency and learning how to stand up for herself. I like how it started with her first standing up for others (mainly the animals), saving them from certain peril, and thought it was gonna build up to her saving herself in the end somehow. Like in the 1950s cartoon ending — when after all hope seems lost Cindy pulls out the spare slipper she’d been hiding all along!! Also unlike the cartoon, live action Cindy just gave up all agency after being locked up. She doesn’t even try escaping!! After like a millisecond of tugging at the door, she just happily spins around and sings to herself . And when she does notice the Prince, she doesn’t even try getting his attention. I get the idea was that she lost hope at this point. But she’s unusually happy for having lost hope.

3) It contradicts Cinderella’s intelligence. Unlike the original ending where she cleverly organized her rescue with the animals, hid the slipper on her person, and revealed it only when the Prince’s entourage arrive … this Cinderella kept making a slew of dumb decisions. First she left the glass slipper unattended for Lady Tremaine to destroy , then tells Lady Tremaine exactly how she plans to defeat her, and makes 0 attempt to escape when Lady Tremaine locks her up.

I could understand her dumb decisions after just losing her father. She was grieving, people can make dumb decisions when they grieve. But after some time you think she’d snap out of that. I like the way Lady Tremaine was slowly manipulating Cinderella throughout the story. There was a missed opportunity to instead show Tremaine manipulating her into making these dumb decisions while in a highly vulnerable state. Remember when Cindy said “it’s my parents’ house” as her reason for staying and tolerating the Tremaines’ abuse? Imagine instead if Cindy’s had enough and is about to leave for good, Lady Tremaine catches and tricks her by saying : “it’s your parents’ house…don’t you think they’d want to you to stay and look after it?” Or something like that.

Here’s how I would have rewritten the ending:

What if instead of quietly singing to herself, she loudly and deliberately sings to the Prince to get his attention? With Lady Tremaine ordering her to stop singing, and in response Cinderella defiantly keeps on singing and looks Lady Tremaine straight in the eyes?

Cinderella singing loudly as an act of rebellion, instead of quietly to just pass the time, would also help emphasize the movie’s “Have Courage and Be Kind” motto.

Overall the ending is a huge missed opportunity for this story about a girl who, after being kind to others, gains the courage to be kind to herself.

#2015 Cinderella is the game of thrones of Disney movies #really good until the ending pissed me off #ask #answer #cinderella #2015 cinderella #live action cinderella #princesssarisa

[arlaina28]

Dream A Little Dream For Me Chapter 1

Fandom- The Sandman Relationship- Dream Of The Endless/Female Reader Warnings- None for this chapter

Dream A Little Dream For Me

I’m running along a dark, abandoned street. I’m dreaming, I know I’m dreaming. I even know it’s a dream I’ve had before, plenty of times. I know how the dream works and how it ends, I even know there are parts I can change, but I can’t wake myself up.

I turn a corner, knowing this is the part where I run into the zombie hoard. Suddenly, however, I’m falling through the air. I cry out but still can’t wake up. I fall through the clouds and see a whole landscape beneath me. Theres a huge palace, surrounded by a huge wall and I’m falling towards it with great speed.

I crash through a glass ceiling but just as I’m about to smash into the ground, my fall stops and I gently land on my feet instead. I shake and sigh in relief, collapsing down on a big throne. I look around but I don’t recognise where I am. It’s not anywhere I’ve been in my dreams before. This has never happened before. I see rows and rows of books and a huge table with chairs. It looks like a library but not one I’ve ever been in.

“Who are you?”

I jump and look towards the voice, seeing a scarecrow with a pumpkin for a head.

“W-what?” I stammer out, freaked out with this dream now.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” The scarecrow cries, stomping towards me angrily.

“I don’t know. I don’t know where I am.” I reply, tears filling my eyes.

“Dammit, you must be a new vortex.” He growls, grabbing my arm. “I’m taking you to Lucienne.”

“Who?” I gasp as he drags me along.

“Mervyn, what are you doing?” A stern woman snaps as we go round a corner.

“I found her on the throne. She must be another Vortex.” The scarecrow snaps.

“What?” The woman gasps.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know where I am or how I got here.” I cry frantically, tugging on the hold of the scarecrow.

“What’s going on?” A man with dark hair and dark eyes asks quietly.

Lucienne and Mervyn start talking at once but this new man is staring into my eyes. I feel like he’s staring into my soul. I try to talk but nothing comes out. Suddenly, I wake up. I’m sitting upright in my bed, looking around with wide eyes.

The next night, I’m in another familiar dream. A nice one this time. I’m walking through a field of flowers and smiling at the pretty colours. Suddenly someone is standing in front of me. The man that seemed to look into my soul in my last dream.

“What are you doing here?” I gasp in shock.

“This is my realm.” He replies in a quiet yet strong voice.

“What do you mean? You’ve never been in my dreams before.” I ask him, confused.

“I am Dream, Morpheus, The Sandman. I have had many names but they all mean the same thing. Dreams are my realm.” He replies, looking at me curiously.

“Yeah, you’re the God of Dreams.” I laugh, shaking my head.

“Not a God but yes.” He frowns.

“I’ve lost my mind. This is the first step of going insane and next it will happen when I’m awake.” I groan, holding my head in frustration.

“You are not insane. You are however a curiosity.” He states, just staring at me.

“What?” I snap, hands on my hips. “What do you mean, I’m a curiosity?”

“You found your way into my palace. Noone has ever done that before unless they were a vortex or I invited them. Neither of which applies to you.” He states, looking around at the field we’re standing in.

“I didn’t do it on purpose! I just fell and landed there!” I cry, holding my hands up in a protective way.

“Relax, I’m not going to harm you. I just need to find out how you got there.” He smiles slightly.

“I don’t know!” I shout at him, frustrated and confused.

“I believe you. I will research on my end and try to figure out what has happened. I would however like to meet you in your dreams so we may talk privately.” He smirks.

“No!” I snap, frowning. “I’m not going to have some kind of dream stalker!”

“You do not get a choice! This is my realm and I will do whatever it takes to protect it.” He snaps at me, looking suddenly scary.

“I didn’t do anything!” I cry in fear, stepping back from him.

“I know.” He sighs. “Wake up now, we’ll speak another night.”

I sit up with a cry as I wake up. I look around my room but no one is there.

 A week later and I find myself being dragged into a realm of stars yet again. Every night HE has pulled me in here and just stared at me. I pace as I wait for him to show up. I’m so angry! I didn’t ask to land in his bloody palace and now I can’t even sleep normally anymore!

“Evening.” He says in his soft but intimidating voice.

“This needs to stop!” I shout, turning to him.

He frowns and I see his jaw clench.

“Look, I don’t know anything! Absolutely nothing except you keep appearing night after night! I’m tired! I can’t concentrate! I want this to stop!” I shout, stepping right up to his face.

“Tough. We must all do things that we do not like.” He states sternly.

Without thinking I swing my arm, slapping him across the face with all my strength. He barely even flinches but the ‘world’ around us darkens. I swallow and step back from him as the darkness grows.  

“Do not touch me again, Mortal.” He hisses furiously.

“Stop torturing me then!” I scream, all my emotions bursting from me.

“You misunderstand. I am not trying to torture you. Only figure out what you are.” He says softly.

“I’m just a human.” I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself.

“You are more than that. I just do not know how yet.” He states.

My eyes fill with tears and I shake my head, despair filling me. His eyes seem to soften and he takes a breath.

“Fine. How about you help me with my duties? Perhaps we can figure this out together.” He sighs, holding his hand out to me.

“What duties?” I whisper fearfully.

“Come. See.” He smirks.

I reach out a shaky hand and clasp his. A feeling like static grows through me at his touch and he wraps his fingers around my hand.

I’ve been living in the Dreaming for two weeks now, watching Morpheus making dreams and nightmares, checking that things are running smoothly and that no nightmares escape into the mortal realm. We still haven’t figured out how I can do the things I can do. I watch Morpheous sitting on his throne and reading through books of people’s dreams. I’ve noticed that he seems to live a very solitary life. He doesn’t seem to talk much and the people who live in this realm are scared or nervous when they talk to him. I think the closest things he has to friends here are Lucienne and his raven Matthew.

“Is it okay to look through the library?” I ask, bored of just sitting around.

“If you wish but do not make a mess. Lucienne is very particular about how the books are kept.” He says softly, not looking at me.

I get up and start to wander the rows and rows of books. I’m just idly running my fingers along the books as I walk. I spot one with my name and pull it down to read it. It has every detail of my life in it and every dream I’ve ever had. I read the words in a morbid fascination. They know more about me than I do. I put the book back, feeling slightly nauseous. I feel anger bubble up that Morpheus knows so much about me without even talking to me. I start searching the books more intently. Surely if there is one for all beings then there must be one about Morpheus himself! After an hour, I come across a wall with  recesses that have an item in each. I see a book and figure that must be Dream’s book.  I reach out and touch it just as Lucienne comes in and cries for me not to. I try to turn to her but am pulled through to another place.

I look around and see I’m in the centre of a huge hedge maze and standing in front of a castle. I yelp and take a step back as a figure comes down the steps towards me.  I swallow as my eyes roam his form. He is tall, taller even than Dream and covered in a robe. He has a huge book chained to his wrist. I want to run but I can’t bring myself to move.

“Mortal. I saw your arrival and have been waiting for it.” He says as he stops in front of me.

 “Wh-who are you? Where am I?” I gasp out, shivering in fear.

“I am Destiny and you are in my realm.” He replies softly.

“I-I didn’t mean to.” I choke out, hugging myself with my arms.

“I know.” He nods. “Give me your hand.”

I reach out a shaky hand, wondering what is about to happen to me. He gently grasps my hand and runs his thumb over my inner wrists. I gasp in pain and then look to see a mark on my wrist where he had touched. It looks like a raven tattoo. I cry out and drop to my knees as I’m suddenly drowning in the memories, thoughts and feelings of Dream. I see and feel the love he had for all his past lovers, the pain of seeing Jessamy die, the horror of being kept captive for a hundred years. Mostly I feel his loneliness.

“W-what was that?” I gasp, looking up at Destiny with tears running down my face.

“You are destined to be his soulmate for all time. You can turn away from him if you want to, mortals have free will after all, but I do not believe you will.” Destiny says, lips twitching like he wants to smile.

I stand on shaky legs, mind racing with everything I just saw and felt and heard. Suddenly, Dream is standing beside me and he grips my arm harshly.

“Sorry Brother, I will not allow her to bother you again.” Dream states, looking at me with fury.

“She was meant to come here. You can go now.” Destiny states before turning back to his castle.

We are wrapped in shadows and are suddenly in the palace in the Dreaming. Lucienne is standing there, looking terrified but she sighs in relief when she sees me.

“You are okay.” She says, smiling at me.

“What stupidity were you trying to do?” Dream demands, dropping me to the floor with a slight shove.

“I-I was trying to find out more about you.” I sniffle, looking up at him.

“Why? So you could find a way to betray me?” He asks softly, looking every bit the King of Nightmares.

“No! No, I swear!” I cry, holding my hands up in a placating way.

He moves towards me, eyes glowing, but stops when his eyes land on the raven tattoo on my wrist.

“What is that?” He asks in barely more than a whisper.

“Destiny put it there.” I reply, rubbing it.

“Get out of my sight!” He cries furiously.

I scramble up and run to my room, slamming the doors behind me before I curl up on my bed and sob into the pillows.

#the sandman #dream of the endless/female reader #chapter 1 #soul mates #sfw

[redrobin-detective]

The late Daniel Fenton

It was shaping up to be a beautiful if chilly December day and Casper High, as always, was bustling. It was 7:49 and class was about to start. The teacher watched the last few kids stumbling in at various levels of wakefulness. He already knew who would be the ones to rush in after the bell but that was alright. Life was too short to stress about being a few minutes late to class, especially in Amity Park of all places.

He looked up to see Madison, one of his shyer students walk in before making a beeline for his desk. She was biting her lip and nervously rubbing her hand down her skirt. “Hey,” she began quietly.

“Good morning. What’s up, Mads?” He asked casually. She looked upset, he could probably put on a video for the class if she needed to talk. They really needed a permanent counselor but the constant ghost attacks ran off most of them so he’d taken up the unofficial mantle. It felt good to help his students like that, make up for past wrongs.

“Are we um, expecting any new students?” She asked, her eyes darting over to the door she’d just come through. “Any transfers, exchange students or anything like that?”

“No,” the teacher frowned. “Amity isn’t the kind of place people transfer into. Why?”

“There’s a kid in the hallway,” she mumbled. “I don’t recognize him, he’s got a backpack and everything but he’s... I don’t know he doesn’t feel right.”

“Oh you’re talking about that weird dark haired kid,” Kyle said as he entered and sat down with a slouch. But even the class slacker looked unusually tense. “Dude’s creepy, can’t put my finger on why but he definitely doesn’t belong.”

“Oh,” was all the teacher had to say. Suddenly he realized how cold the classroom had become, the uncomfortable feeling that was pressing ever so slightly down on them. “I suppose it makes sense, the ghosts have been quiet lately with the Truce and all. He probably got bored.”

“Sir?” Madison said.

“Shannon,” he said instead, looking over at the frizzy haired girl hunched over her sketchbook furiously at work. “Would you do me a favor and move to the vacant seat in the second row? Just for today.”

“What? Why?” the girl whined even as she gathered up her various arts supplies and got ready to move.

“That’s Mr. Fenton’s seat,” he said taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes in preparation for what he was about to see. Danny would come here, of course he would. This was Lancer’s old classroom and Danny had him for first period English Lit. He and Dash both did.

“Mr. Baxter? What’s going on, is it a ghost?” Malik asked from the back row while Shannon shuffled to her new temporary seat.

“Yes but you don’t need to be scared,” he said softly, evenly. “He won’t hurt you.” The bell rang but Dash didn’t start the lesson. Instead, he waited. Danny had never been on time to class the entire time Dash had known him, of course death wouldn’t change that.

“Sorry, I’m late Mr. Lancer,” Dash gripped his desk so he didn’t jump when Danny Fenton simply appeared in front of his desk instead of walking through the door like any other student. “My folks couldn’t drive me, they’re still working on their stupid ghost portal.” A quick glance over at this class showed varying levels of fear, shock and curiosity but they were Amity kids through and through. The cold, powerful energy radiating off Fenton told them it was best to play along with whatever the ghost wanted.

“Perfectly alright Mr. Fenton,” Dash said softly, searching the 14 year old’s perpetually young face. He hadn’t changed a bit since Dash last saw him their second week of freshman year. It seemed unreal seeing how the years had taken their toll on Casper’s favorite son, Dash Baxter. God had they really been that young once? “Take a seat and we’ll get started.”

Danny shrugged and walked over to the seat Shannon had just vacated. He sat just the same, one leg stretched out and the other propped up against the leg of the desk. As soon as he took off the backpack and put it around the chair, it disappeared. He didn’t say anything else, just sat as stared at Dash with piercing blue eyes like he could see right through him.

“We had been talking about the lead up to the Civil War but let’s table that for today,” Dash said, proud his voice only wavered a little. He knew other people had seen Fenton around town. Lina saw him standing outside the Nasty Burger maybe five or so years ago. Dale, who used to live near Fenton Works swore he sometimes saw someone moving through the windows of the long abandoned house. He’d always secretly dreaded the thought of seeing Danny Fenton again, afraid he’d finally get was coming to him.

“Instead, we’re going to talk about local history,” he continued, not daring to take his eyes off the undead teen. Every other living student was tense, afraid. He wished he could assure them that the ghost wouldn’t lay a hand on them. In the event Fenton decided to ditch the hero schtick, it would be Dash and Dash alone he’d come after. “Amity Park has long had rumors of being haunted dating all the way back to the 1600s. It wasn’t until the last century that scientists determined that Amity Park is located on top of a thin spot between our world and the ghost realm. Natural portals form here all the time allowing spirits to pass through.”

No one spoke and barely anyone breathed except for Danny would wasn’t breathing at all. He just sat and stared at Dash with steady, unblinking eyes.

“Jack and Maddie Fenton were the scientists who discovered the weak point in reality in Amity. They devoted their entire life to the study of ghosts and made remarkable advancements in our knowledge of ectobiology and culture, the first being,” he paused as Danny cocked his head in confusion, squinting his eyes suspiciously at Dash. “The first being their manmade portal to the ghost zone. The portal remained active for almost two decades for research purposes but was shut down following their deaths.”

“You’re not Mr. Lancer,” Danny said suddenly, his eyes shifting from baby blue to an ectoplasmic green. Marty, who was sitting to the left of Danny, swallowed a squeak of fear and squeezed his eyes shut.

“No,” Dash sighed, “Lancer died almost thirty years ago now. Best teacher I ever had, he gave me his blessing when he passed on the job to me.”

“I,” the ghost ran his hand through his hair which was starting to lose its color. Seeing Fenton looking so scared and confused made him ache. It reminded him of old times. Dash had spent most of his life making sure he helped hurt kids if only to make up for the one he’d never been able to make it up to. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay, Danny,” he soothed. “I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“The portal, it wasn’t working at first,” Danny justified, his aura glowing a little more. “Sam and Tuck, they were curious. They wanted to look but I told them it wasn’t allowed, Sam, Sam she dared me to go in. I put on the hazmat suit and went inside and found the on button inside. I accidentally hit it and-” he paused midsentence and looked down at his hands. They weren’t pale flesh anymore but covered in white gloves. The black was completely bleached from his hair. A few of the students gasped as they saw the strange would be student melt into Phantom, the ghostly hero who’d been protecting their town since their parents were young. “I died.”

So much time had gone by. People were born and people were buried and the truth became distorted until it was just a legend passed jokingly around cafeteria lunch tables. Amity’s youth had forgotten their town’s history until it was sitting in a desk, trying once more to be one of them.

“You did,” Dash said sadly. He remembered hearing the news of Fenton's death. An assembly had been called the morning after the accident. Lancer had cried at the podium, Manson and Foley hadn’t returned to school for a week and had never been the same again. Dash hadn’t known what to think at the time, only that the kid he’d beat up for the crime of being different would never show up to school again. Or so he’d thought. “It was a tragedy, you were mourned by a lot of people.”

“I know you, don’t I?” Danny said quietly before he sat up straighter. “Dash?”

“In the flesh,” Dash grinned shakily.

“But you’re so old,” Danny said, once more distressed. “Your hair is grey and there’s wrinkles on your face and-and you’re a teacher now?” The last line was said with incredulity, his eyes flaring again. “You used to push me down the stone steps of the school and shove me into my locker and call me names.”

“Yeah, I did,” he sighed, feeling every one of his years. He was pushing 70 but he didn’t think he’d ever stop feeling like a stupid 14 year old who took out his frustrations on the ones who didn’t deserve it. “But you were the last; I never touched another kid again. I’m married now, four kids. I’m vice principal now, teach History and coach the school’s football team. It’s,” his voice caught again, still unable to process how young and stupid Fenton looked sitting there like no time had passed at all. It made Dash feel like all his accomplishments and attempts to be better would never amount to anything so long as his last victim roamed the earth unable to find peace. “It doesn’t fix what I did back then but I make damn sure that there won’t be any bullying at Casper so long as I’m here.”

“Huh,” Danny said, slouching once more in his seat but it looked less like his earlier teenage laziness and more weary. He and Dash were the same age after all, just because only one of them got old doesn’t mean time didn’t still affect them. “You did change, a lot of things did.” Danny looked down at the desk, “how long has it been?”

“Almost 50 years,” Dash sighed. “My wife wants me to retire but I guess I always find more things to do.” He paused then decided it was now or never. “I’m sorry Danny, for hurting you back then. I wish I'd gotten to know you better.”

For just a moment, Danny was perfectly clear. Even half floating out of his chair and looking like the local celebrity, his eyes were so painfully human. A boy killed before he ever got a chance to get started. Who’s will to protect was so strong it lasted half a century. It haunted him late at night to think of the glory and power of Phantom overshadowing just how incredible Danny Fenton had been. Not that anyone had seen it at the time. Soon there wouldn’t be anyone left to remember that quiet, kind teenager and then Danny Fenton really would be dead. Kill him just as thoroughly as that portal had.

The moment was broken by a breath of cold leaking out of the ghost’s lips and, just like that, his highschool classmate was gone and Phantom was left in his stead. He looked curiously around the classroom as if he didn’t know how he’d gotten there.

“There’s a ghost, stay here and don’t leave unless the fighting gets too close. I’ll get it though, don’t worry. No kids are dying today.” Maybe it was Dash’s imagination but he thought he saw Phantom’s eyes linger on him for an extra moment, trying to place where he knew the teacher from. Dash just smiled.

“Our lives are in your hands. Good luck, Phantom,” the ghost teen saluted before fading away entirely. Dash let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, suddenly exhausted but also lighter at the same time. It wasn’t every day you got to look your mistakes in the face and apologize. “Shannon, you can move back now.”

“No, I’m okay here,” Shannon said as she flipped to a new page in her sketchbook and looked intently at the spot where Fenton had once sat. “It’s like you said, that’s Danny’s seat.”

“I had no idea, Phantom’s been around for like, ever,” Freddie mumbled, pushing up his glasses. “But he used to be just like us.” And still was, Dash thought sadly. Danny would never grow old, never go to space like he’d always dreamed or marry Manson like he’d probably intended to. He was stuck, in more ways than one for who knows how long.

“Yes, that’s why it’s important to know your history. The Civil War and my other lessons are important but we can’t forget these smaller, more intimate histories. If we lose these lessons to time then we risk repeating the same mistakes over again.” He looked his students in the eyes, holding their attention.

“So we’ll continue today with the local history. Before he was ghost butt kicking superhero, Phantom was Danny Fenton, son of the local ghost hunters and a bit of an outcast in town. The Daniel Fenton Foundation was founded about a year after his death and was-”

#danny phantom #dead danny au #if bitch fartman won't redeem dash then I guess it up to me #god can you imagine growing up and growing old only to look at your past victim in the eye and see nothing has changed for him? #i could go on and on about what other characters got up to #but this is about the tragedy of the loss of Danny Fenton #not only his life but his memory #time moves on and Fenton got lost in the mix #once Dash's generation dies then Fenton will just be a cautionary tale #a ghost story #No one will remember that their hero was one long before he got his powers #god Im fuckign sad now #eat up and enjoy your angst

[slasherhaven]

What about billy, michael and Brahms (and whoever else you’d like to do) with an s/o that’s also a killer?

The Slashers with a S/O who is also a killer

Thomas Hewitt

Judging would be hypocritical but...really...you? Thomas can’t judge you for what you do, he done things just as bad. He just couldn’t believe that you had done these things but you have...he doesn’t know how to feel. But in the end, he loves you more than anything. If you can love him despite the things his family do, he can definitely love you even with this new information. You’re still you.

More willing to let you help. Now that he knows about all of this, he doesn’t feel the need to shelter you from the morbidity of the family as much (he is still very protective of you, though). If you want to help out with that side of the ‘chores’, then he is more likely to allow it. That doesn’t stop him from worrying though.

Michael Myers

Okay. Why does he not react to anything?! Okay, there is a chance he already knew. This man can be quite the stalker when he wants to be, so he might have already found out. Either way, he’s not going to judge you for this, I mean...look at him. However, the first time he found out, he was actually surprised, he’s just good at not showing it. But he is also curious.

He likes to work alone...but he can make an exception. Michael likes working alone, he doesn’t want to have somebody tag along. However, he is curious as to how you would behave, how the two of you would work together, he wanted to watch and have some of that curiosity satisfied. So, maybe the two of you team up for a night or two before going back to your individual work.

Jason Voorhees 

You? There’s no way. Jason doesn’t even believe it at first. You’re so sweet and gentle and kind, there’s no way you’re a killer...right? He just sees you as his sweet S/O, the only person who has shown him any love or kindness. So, you can understand why it’s difficult for him to picture.

Worries about you. Not in a hypocritical way, it’s just dangerous work. Jason worries about you enough even before this information so now that he knows you put yourself in dangerous situations purposely, he frets even more. If you start working with him on dealing with intruders at the camp, he will worry about you no matter how capable you prove yourself to be.

Brahms Heelshire 

Hypocritical little bastard. As if he has any room to judge you for what you do. You know his history, about the nannies that came before you and how he had to deal with them when they didn’t accept him. You knew all of that, he had opened up to you about it, that’s why you told him the truth as well. He just needs some time to process this and remember that you’re still you.

As long as you’re still caring for him. He decides that as long as nothing between you both changes, he’s fine with it. As along as you continue to love him and care for him, he doesn’t care about all of that.

Bo Sinclair 

Doesn’t believe you. Straight up laughs in your face, shaking his head at you. Yeah, that was a good joke. No matter what you say, he thinks you’re just messing with him. He doesn’t think you could do it, he’s underestimating you.

Well, fucking hell, okay then. That’s pretty much his response when you prove it to him. Either showing him evidence of past kills or just straight up killing somebody in front of him. You weren’t joking, he gets it...and is almost impressed. Well, looks like you’re going to be doing a lot more to pull your weight around here.

Vincent Sinclair

He...doesn’t like the idea. The thought of you killing somebody doesn’t sit right with him but he’s also aware that he has no room to judge. He doesn’t like the idea of you hurting somebody or of you accidently getting hurt in the process. He’s more worried about it all than anything else.

He comes around to it. He just needs some time to process and accept it. In the mean time, just remind him that it doesn’t change anything between the two of you. Continue to show him love and prove that you’re still who he thought you were, he’ll eventually relax about the whole thing. Just please don’t get hurt.

Lester Sinclair

Honestly, it makes him a little nervous. He knows that you’re not going to hurt him, it’s not that, he actually trusts you with his life. It’s a natural reaction to finding out your S/O is a killer, but he won’t judge. I mean, how can he. While he doesn’t usually play a direct part in the killings, both of his brothers are killers. So, he can’t be too put off by you being one too.

At least you’ll fit in here, eh? This newfound information actually makes him think that you’re less likely to leave Ambrose (and, in addition, him) because the things that happen in this town aren’t too difficult for you to accept and get used too. He worries less about you seeing the dark side of the town. He can see how this could be a positive thing in a strange way.

Bubba Sawyer

Confusion and disbelief. He just can’t believe the person he loves so much and who shows him so much tender affection could be a killer. But you tell him that you feel the same about him. He’s so sweet and kind but he’s killed people before. Well, maybe it’s not so bad then!

Well, he can’t judge! Killing is pretty normal to him and, while he doesn’t you to get hurt or put yourself in harms way, he can’t judge. This just means that you are like the rest of the family, so that’s fine! And now you can help them deal with intruders if you’d like, he’ll just be watching so that you don’t get hurt. He worries too much about you sometimes.

Billy Lenz

Is actually very torn about it. I mean, how are you supposed to react when you find out your S/O is a killer, especially when you’re one too. He’s not judgemental because he’s in the same boat as you, but he just struggles to process that you have done stuff like that when you’ve only ever been kind and accepting of him.

As long as you’re nice to him, he doesn’t care. If this changes nothing between you both, he accepts you for who you are because you’ve done the same for him. He also gets this feeling of relief because you must understand him. You wouldn’t judge him, you’d understand and still be there for him. And that’s all he wants from you.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Does his research. As soon as he finds out, he wants to know everything. Whether you simply tell him everything, from your first kill to where you are today, or he has to do some extra research on your kills. He wants to know how you do it and why you do it. What can he say? It’s an interesting subject. Plus, it helps him better understand you and learn more about you.

Mutual curiosity. Just as he’s curious about your kills, you’re interested with his. If he hasn’t already taken you to the hotel, he will. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from each other, maybe even help each other out. Either way, this is certainly interesting to him.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

Probably how you met. It’s likely that he caught wind of your kills and became interested. Of course, he had to investigate and learn more about this mysterious killer, only to find you. You’re just lucky that he developed an interest in you rather than wanting to eliminate any competition.

Partnering up. He just thought teaming up with you for a kill or two could be interesting, just a little bit of fun but the two of you enjoyed it more than either of you expected, so it became a regular thing. Eventually, it became official. You are quite the team...

Otis Driftwood

Tell him everything. He wants to know everything, every little detail. Just tell him everything. No details are too gory for him. In fact, he wants to know the gory details. He just wants to know it all and he will listen intently the whole time.

Otis likes having a partner more than he thought he would. When he found out that you’re a killer, the first thing he wanted to do was kill somebody with you. And he enjoys it even more than he thought it would. He likes terrorising people, whether it be on his own or with somebody else, but none of it compares to doing it with you. This is definitely going to become a regular thing. Side note: it shouldn’t be surprising that this all gets him going.

Baby Firefly

What a power couple! As soon as she finds out, all she wants to do is cause chaos with you and kill somebody with you. She truly believes that the two of you are unstoppable. And even if you’re not, the two of you are about to have a lot of fun together!

Just fucked up people doing fucked up shit. The two of you are definitely bad influences on each other. The fact that you kill anyone at all only encourages her to do it more because of how fun she finds doing it with you. And she just makes you all the more chaotic.

Yautja (Predator)

Not quick to judge at all. Killing is a perfectly normal thing in their culture, well maybe not just killing each other but hunting is normal and encouraged. So he’s accepting of it.

Teaches you their honour code. Honour is extremely important to the Yautja. If you’re killing innocent humans, that’s a problem. They aren’t worthy kills, they’re easy. Preferably you would aim higher, killing an opponent who is a challenge is worthy. Or you would kill people who ‘deserve’ it, that doesn’t exactly bring you honour if they were an easy target but you wouldn’t loose any either. He’ll pretty much train you if you’re okay with that.

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.5)

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genre: vampire au, romance, drama, mystery, thriller

note: written inspired by enhypen's storyline, given-taken lyrics & teasers. please keep in mind all members are apart of this fanfic and the main theme is mystery/drama!

P.S Niki and Sunoo's roles become bigger in later chapters :) sorry I took 2 weeks to update. School + new enhypen teasers made me alter the story now jesus their lore is confusingly interesting. Didn't proofread half of this chapter LOL. Happy readings <3

"Well now that everyone is here, I'd like to announce we have a new student who just transferred here." Your eyes were immediately drawn to the student's platinum blonde hair. Despite his sharp and charismatic face, his eyes were delicate and innocent. He had an exceptionally small face and a sunkissed skin tone. The new student snapped himself around so that the entire classroom got a good look at him, "Hello, my name is Park Jongseong or Jay, call me whatever you feel." He bowed slightly, his voice having a cool ring that played over in your head.

"Everybody please welcome Jay to our astronomy class. Lend him any of our previous notes because midterms are coming up and I'd appreciate as a teacher if you guys helped him catch up before our long weekend coming up in two weeks." Your teacher gave a warm smile, nodding in such a way that made the rest of the class nod with her.

Without a student saying a word, everyone's eyes followed him as he took a seat at a desk a couple of rows in front of you.

You stared at him tirelessly, barely listening as your teacher rambled off-topic. You noticed Jay often stared out at the crying sky that occasionally flickered with lightning. His eyes focused intently on the woods. You were sure you weren't the only one who was interested in the new boy as you frequently caught other students glancing over at him every few seconds. Jay carried an attractive and dark aura that clearly contrasted from the crowd. Both girls and boys stared at him not because of his pretty face but because he was far different from the new students who had joined your school mid-semester.

The class flew by for you because of Jay until a simple but intriguing question was purposed by the teacher, "Bonus marks today if anyone can guess when the next full moon is." she lifted her eyes off the projector for a few moments, waiting for answers to come sailing.

"Saturday?" Somebody from the front called out, followed by numerous answers that ranged between the second week to the fourth week of the month.

"Come on now. Don't blurt out, give others chances to guess. Jay why don't you guess?" Your teacher questioned welcomingly, expecting no answer from him.

He leaned back in his chair, scraping the non-writing end of his ballpen on his thumb, "November 30." A gentle sound of thunder playing perfectly when he said the answer; like some sort of scene out of a comic.

"Ding ding ding!" Your teacher switched to a PowerPoint slide with the new unit name bolded, "I know this isn't part of the curriculum but I got it approved by the head of the school." She took a breath, giving students time to comprehend what was presented in front of them. "Our next unit will be looking deeper at the moon. More specifically, we'll be looking at both the sciency and non-sciency sides of this topic. And before anyone asks; no, you don't need to believe in astrology or superstitions to understand the non-sciency material. It's just very fascinating because it connects to many cultures." Your attention was now far away from Jay. You were enthusiastic about a topic for once in the class.

"And looks like we're running out of time." Your teacher's wrist clock blocking her eyes. "That's it for today's class everyone! I'll have your projects marked for next class, I promise! Have a good day." She said while shutting off the projector.

You slid all your handouts into your binder, not bothering to align the three-hole punches of the papers to their designated rings.

"Y/N before you go, do you mind helping out Jay? Today or tomorrow?" Your teacher stopped you on your way out.

"Like lend him my notes?"

"Yep! I just forgot to ask but he just left so you might be able to catch up to him. Maybe ask if he's got the notes yet."

You waved your goodbyes and chased the new boy down, his uniquely blonde hair standing out from the hallway of heads. You picked up the pace to catch up with his swift steps when you caught him chatting with Sunghoon and Jaeyun. Your feet froze straight down in their place.

Were they new friends? Or perhaps they were old friends?

You weren't going to bother talking to Jay as you already knew what kind of funny business would come up if you did. You could only watch them swing and lean their arms against each other in a close and friendly way. The picture was becoming more and more clear to you as to what kind of association Jay had with Sunghoon and Jaeyun perhaps even Heeseung, Sunoo or Jungwon.

...

You throw yourself violently over your thick mattress after finishing a long study and homework session at your dorm. The session wasn't productive but the time you spent surrounded by your schoolwork made it feel that way. Your dorm was awfully quiet that afternoon as your dormmates had music rehearsals for their extracurriculars. Nana had told you to come by the music rooms around a quarter past five when their practice was over to go down to the dining hall and have dinner but you couldn't think of a way to kill your remaining hour alone.

Phones were forbidden in your school and you often felt uncontrollably alone and bored with your thoughts during your free time. You could only lay tangled in your bed with your half progressed work in the corner of your eye. You shift on one side to watch your wide-open binder until you got some burst of motivation to finish studying until an idea hits you.

After eyeing your handouts from your astronomy class, you decide to hit the library and do some reading to get a little advanced in the class. Sure you could study for your other class but the sudden idea was far more worth your time in your mind. You quickly twirl out of your room, clearing your desk while you're at it. Excitedly, you hop into your shoes and head straight for the library. You were put in a good mood as you skipped along the long journey to the bookhouse.

The library was moderately packed as you don't bother to recognize any faces there. You get deja vu as you trail the same path you did when Sunghoon and Kyungeun were around. Sliding between the thin space between the bookshelves once again, you search for the section related to the moon, feeling dizzy at the sight of books your school owned. You could've made your life easier by asking the librarian but you were confident you could find it on your own. You move up and down the aisles as you catch a glimpse of theoretical and astrology related books that sit next to a couple of history books.

Backing up, you awkwardly bend your knees forward to get a better look at the small selection of books under the genre. You peel a random book spine out from its tight spot as if it had never been taken out before. You dust off the book a bit, reading the wordless cover and open it to check if it was really related to any sort of astronomy as you find a much stranger subject being discussed.

"Finding everything alright?" The librarian comes by, pushing a kart from the other end of the shelves. "I-I'm looking for books related to the moon." You say, standing up and forgetting you still had the old book in hand.

"The scientific information is just on the other side of this shelf but the section you were just looking at has some interesting stuff that might be related." The librarian stuffed herself in between the shelves to get toward you.

"Yeah, I noticed... This book I just picked up was talking about vampires." You laugh a little as you hold it up.

"Ah, that book..." She paused, snatching the book out of your hands to examine it, "I read this before... It relates to astrology. I think there are some parts of the book that go into detail about the moon, you should give it a read."

"Is this book just theoretical research about vampires though?" You were unconvinced with the idea.

"Yeah, real or not, our school grounds and the neighbouring town are talked about in the book. Apparently many years ago this place used to be a hotspot for vampires."  She looked you dead in the eyes.

"Do you think the information is true?" You questioned with deep curiosity upon her answer.

"Some information in there is haunting. I think vampires did exist." She said with some sort of distress beginning to seep into her face.

Shivers ran down your spine, if she was just trying to sell you the book, it was working damn well on you.

"I'll leave you be, no need to sign out the book, nobody ever takes it out so I trust you'll return it." And with that said, she left you cold with mystery as the book between your fingers stared at you with big round eyes.

You shake back to reality, checking your wrist just to find out your time has vanished. You shift your priorities to getting to the music department, throwing the book into your bag without much thought.

...

The sun was already going down around the afternoon as the days got shorter with autumn blossoming. You're standing between rooms full of beautiful voices and instruments, peering through every window attached to a door in an attempt to find your roommates. The issue was the widows didn't give much of a view as to who was in the rooms. But your ears were drawn to a gentle piano that played a bittersweet melody beneath the louder sounds of people singing in a harmonious glee. As you move in the forward direction of the hallway, the piano gets clearer to your ears. It became clear that the sound was coming out of a room with its door wide open. Your back attached it to the wall in fear of being seen as slide yourself until you meet the spine of the door where you could see into the shadowy room.

Your eyes lit up when they see a familiar platinum blondie behind the keys. The melody was enchanting and was played in such a personal way as the sounds escaped into the noisy environment where it hoped to go unheard. Jay had reached the final notes of his song as he turned his head in your direction. It was as if he knew of your present from the moment you started watching him from the doorway.

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Re-introducing!Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger

After the war, they (of course) went back for their unofficial eighth year of instruction, but they were far from unencumbered, and they weren’t ready to meet each other again. They were haunted by the past, only barely settling into the present, and absolutely refused to even hope for a future.

Hermione was head girl, and she dove into her duties, perhaps to an obsessive and excessive degree, to distract herself. From her growing feeling of isolation, from her fear of the future, from how much she missed Ron and Harry. He watched her, but only from a distance. Disinterest turned into curiosity turned into...something he wasn’t ready or willing to acknowledge. And that was perfectly fine.

Draco was in a perpetual state of guilt. He tried his best to melt into the shadows, to keep his head down and his eyes averted and his shoulders slouched, so that no one mentioned how bloody ridiculous and ironic it was that he got to be here at all. He still excelled in all of his classes, but he kept to himself, kept himself away, anywhere outside of the classroom. Hermione watched, but only from a distance. Pity turned into curiosity turned into fascination turned into a desire to know the person he was hiding. She never approached. Maybe she was afraid too.

They graduated, they left, they went their separate ways. Draco pursued a potions and arithmancy double mastery, which required him to travel back and forth from Egypt to Germany to Italy for upwards of four years. He tried to keep himself locked up, still convinced of his unworthiness, until his classmates (who didn’t recognize the name Malfoy) forced him to open up. And, slowly, gradually, he got to learn who he was.

Hermione let herself tumble (ceremoniously and properly, of course) into the Ministry pipeline. She started as an aide to a wealthy representative to the Wizenagamot, jumped to Head of the Department of Magical Creatures, hopscotched to Assistant Advisor to the Minister. She had expected to be full of joy, of purpose at the Ministry, but every day she went home feeling empty and doubtful and used. Ron and Harry were off taking the DMLE by storm. She just didn’t have that type of fight in her anymore.

She flirts with friendships and boys and even, sometimes, men (if she’s lucky); he engages in flings and encounters and dances with women. They skirt around the edges of normalcy, almost watching from a distance, both wondering what’s holding them back.

Draco returns to England four years later after receiving a job offer from an up-and-coming potions company that is searching for a cost-effective Wolfsbane alternative. He’s a new man, full of purpose, having shed the weight of the past, even though he knows how much his history defines him.

Hermione had quit her job four months earlier, having been sought quite ardently by the head of Zabini Development to head up his research and development team. She’d gotten tired and disillusioned with her dreams of becoming Minister. She saw Zabini Development as a chance to make change now, to be in power now rather than wait 20 more years to make change while fighting against centuries of traditions and misogyny.

Had they thought of each other in those years apart? Maybe, they’d tell each other later, secret smiles on their lips whisper “yes, of course I did”. But when they reconnected at a seminar for rehabilitative potions in London another two years later, having only read about each other’s career, they were loath to admit such a weakness to their largest competitor.

Surnames, exchanged. Glances, chanced. They’re both battling within themselves, trying to decide between honesty and the protective coldness they both adopt. Of course, they choose to be idiotically stubborn and spend the entire conference arguing about the merits of using crushed vs. finely chopped dragon scale in Wolfsbane as a means of long-term preservation.

A dance, perhaps, that they both are secretly enjoying. “No, Malfoy, that’s preposterous” countered by “But of course you would think that, Granger, no need to be embarrassed.” They exchange sneers instead of smiles and curses instead of kindnesses. Just like they always used to do. But their eyes cannot lie, do not lie. They are locked into each other now, on a collision course after years of being permanently and distantly separated.

One month later, Hermione receives an owl. When she reads it, she turns bright red, tosses the crumpled paper into the fire, and grabs her Floo powder. Moments later, she is storming into Draco Malfoy’s lab at Magix Pharmaceuticals.

“How. Dare. You.” She puffs, her anger coating every feature, every movement. He’s shocked, speechless and terrified by the burning queen in front of him. Of course, he doesn’t let that fear show.

She’s storming back and forth in front of his desk now, eyes wild and ranting, hands moving everywhere and at her hips and through her hair and he is absolutely transfixed. But of course he can’t let that show.

She comes to an abrupt halt. “Are you even listening, Malfoy?! You just dropped a bloody job offer on me, a PERSONALLY SIGNED job offer, practically trying to pawn me off your best mate, and you’ve put me in a terribly unprofessional situation!”

Swallow, he reminds himself. Breathe, he thinks. “What is unprofessional about it, Granger? Zabini knows all’s fair in love and war. I don’t see—“

“That’s it, though, you do see. We both know Magix is far ahead of Zabini in almost everything and I’d be a fool to turn you down, but if Zabini finds out I’m switching he will never ever stop with the teasing and I can’t poss——“

She stops. She pauses. Breath, Hermione, he didn’t hear, he isn’t listening, he won’t understand. She looks up to see the most terrible, beautiful, self-amazed smirk on his lips, and she knows it is all over now.

“Granger, whatever would Zabini tease you about?” He knows, she thinks. He knows, he knows, he knows, goddammit.

She purses her lips at him. He licks his lips. She tucks a curl behind her ear. He loops his fingers through his belt and cocks his head back.

They’re dancing again, but they know they are right up against the edge. On step, wrong or right, and they will tumble over together.

“You, Malfoy. You know bloody well he’s going to tease me about you. I can’t possibly understand how I am the only one subjected to his mockery but I gu—“

He’s across his deck in a moment, up next to her in a blink.

“You know something, Granger? He’s been teasing me for almost 10 years now. Every time he saw you in the Ministry, I’d receive a owl with a crudely depicted image of your outfit that day. Every letter he wrote me, you’d somehow work your way in.”

“Blaise is a legilmens, isn’t he?,” she breathes, terrified by his proximity and the way her body is responding.

“Yes, and an extremely invasive and devious one at that. He’s a devil, and I don’t know why we’re friends with him.”

“So.”

“So.”

Unspoken, they come to agreement. Their eyes are still tethered, but when Hermione finishes blinking, their lips are tethered too, moving in tandem through the dance they both knew too well. She gasps, a tiny sound that disappears between them, and his hands are at her waist and in her hair and on her stomach all at once and she can’t even think except for “what had they been waiting for?”

They pull apart, and it’s the first time she has ever seen him remotely embarrassed.

“You know, Mr. Malfoy, we’ve spent an awful long time waiting and not a bit of time living. I think we ought to be introduced, yes?”

She smiles at the way she can turn him speechless, but she’s nervous all the same. Maybe she’s read him wrong. Maybe she was an object of lust rather than everything that comes along with love.

“Alright,” he nods, sticking out his hand. “Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And you are?”

“Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you, Draco.”

He smirks. She called him Draco. It sounds so...foreign. She slips her hand into his. And they walk off to inform their mutual best friend that, after years of harassment and mockery, they’ve finally decided to listen to him and get together.

Oh, and for Hermione to give her two weeks notice to her boss. And for Draco to request two weeks off. They have seven years of “getting to know each other” to fit into whatever spurts of time they can make for each other. They’ve spent too long dancing around the truth and their feelings and what they want. They don’t have another second to waste.

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