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kanmom51 · 3 years

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I wonder: if I showed this simple (and definitely incomplete) list of things Jikook did with each other to some outsider... would they think they are a couple or not?

(-> YES. YES THEY WOULD. The fact that people have the gut to discredit them because they are same sex members of a boy group blows my mind! The overly pushed heteronormative is especially disgusting :/)

JM is JK 's emergency contact

JK has JM initials tattoed on his ring finger

they know e/o's family very well JK's mom loves JM JK references JM's father multiple times JK's brother seem to like JM a lot

JM gave JK a '(love)bite' on his neck

JK nibbled on JM's ear on a stage in front of 66k people after saying 'I love you'

JK called JM baby

JK called JM dangshin

JM called JK puppy prince

JK drops honorifics with JM

you are me I am you

they where together on free days/national holidays

they are often seen arriving and leaving together in the same car

JK said JM is the perfect person to marry

JK always gives JM his full attention when JM is talking

JK said JM is the member who gave him the most confort

they went to see the first snow together

they wore matching outfits on valentine's day

they went on a private holiday together (JK's present to JM for his birthday)

JK recorded their holiday together and published the video as his last present to JM (said video has romantic undertones and lyrics)

JK has preferential treatment for JM - pancake - never getting angry and letting JM get away with anything - scolding the other members when they talk over JM

they have special voices/tones for e/o

they share or match clothes jeans shirts green jackets vampire t-shirt olive brewery sweater grey t-shirt pants/shirt by LV check collection olive green and balck plaid jacket purple shirt and purple marni sweater shoes on several occasions

they went on a date to disneyland

they went on a date bowling

they went on a date ice skating

they touch in sus places neck (both) inner thighs (both) waist (JK to JM) chest (JM to JK) hair/face/lips (both) ass (both)

they hold hands for no reason

they back-hug for no reason

they side-hug for no reason

they hug for no reason

they sit on top of e/o

JK gravitates towards JM

JK stares at JM a lot esp his lips

they cuddle

JM said he would go to the moon with JK

JM said he would feel safe with JK even on a deserted island

JM said JK is a reliable banreyo

JK said everything about JM is cute

JK said JM is the cutest

JK said JM with makeup is sexy

JK said 'if it's sexy, it's JM hyung'

JM said he loves waking up and seeing JK

JK portraied his and JM morning routine in the music video for LGO bc he wanted realism

JM said the part of his heart that thinks about JK is quite big

JK woke up early on a 'retreat' in New Zeland to collect snow and gift it to JM

JK said JM's existence is honey for him

they have been seen going shopping together

they have been seen working out together

they have given e/o plenty of compliments (even on their phisical appearence)

the thing JK is most sorry for is an argument with JM when they were younger

jin repeatedly teased them for their couply behavior

they flirt on stage magic shop

they naturally pair up for group pictures

they wait for e/o to head home

they give e/o advice on dancing, performance and singing

they are together at weird hours at night (night buddies coff coff)

V called them out several time for being together alone instead of with him (vlives)

they said they better not do vlives together bc they distract e/o

the members refers to them as a unit

staff has said they never see them separated

they have questionable selcas together (of buised lips and shared beds)

JK said JM is shameless

they flirt a lot during downtime

JM seems to like being picked up/carried around by JK

JM said JK is his happy virus

JK said he makes JM happy. JM didn't deny

rabbit spit

JM saying JK likes being tied up

allusive pick up lines everywhere my heart is burning why are you acting cute detective play with me arrest me do you think you can always be forgiven bc you are cute it's not our first time I want you why do you always come to my room give me a kiss why am I so erotic? I am going to be your future boyfriend are you happy bc of me? Don't you hear my heartbeat? I purple u do you like me that much? This is my toy JK's holy sweat You gotta spank him although he's older

questionable subtitles provided for context star, wind and romance mood and they lived happily ever after JK is happy with JM kate minslet and leonardo jungcaprio JM is JK's favourite model the director is getting into it JM and JK are one the maknae is happy thanks to JM hearts, cute comments and music from the editing team over their interactions

the sun and moon duo

golden closet film

big romantic gestures for e/o JM getting back to korea from Paris for JK's birthday JK singing romantic songs to JM

korea's open secret

being seen together taking a covid swab

JM always stays afterhours to reharse with JK

they are e/o biggest fanboys

JK is protective of JM (airport)

jimmeo and kookliet

JM got annoyed Jin called him while he was spending time with JK

they went on a boat date to see the red moon

they went to see malta together

JK is often potographing or filming JM

they have moments together that are proper misteries and so weird the mosquito net incident the whole osaka vlives fiasco the various 'home' references laguna beach the kiss sound video while JK reharses weird tweets/hashtags what do you want for your birthday, do you have a desire? Ambiguous use of the world ARMY what is tasty in Busan JM's manager the tissue incident the incriminated-selfie gate

they seem to know everything about e/o

they mention e/o a lot

their last two solo songs are love songs (finding love in unexpected places and the joy coming from happy love)

j-hope mixes them up a lot

JM has plenty of cute pet names for JK

JM said 'it could appear as if JK is simply somebody close to him who is younger (but...)'

JM is always with JK when he is phisically or emotionally hurt

JK often massages JM for his chronic pain

JM often massages/caresses JK bc yes

JK imitated JM's dangerous dieting in order to make him realize how bad it was

they have private (questionable) videos dancing together/practicing alone

JK took over a call JM did to Jin on vlive to say 'I love you'

JK said 'I love you JM' in the mic after a concert

JK said 'I love you' to JM on the red carpet in sign language

They both said they get hyped when they make eye contact on stage

JK gave JM the cutie award

JK stays close to JM when JM falls asleep in public places

they blew kisses to e/o

they got lost staring at e/o and forgot what they where doing JM on the red carpet both of them at awards

they paired accessories

they paired hair colors

they have a lot of admiration for e/o as people

JK lets (or makes) JM win

they get frequently lost in their own world

they reference things only the other understand

JK sometimes puts up a bit of a jealous act I do not approve of this

JM lets JK scold him

JK said to JM 'you are always number one for me'

JK said to JM 'I am always watching you'

JK has been recorded softly containing JM when he's on a perfectionist streak

they seek e/o out for comfort after performance hugging/hand holding

when one is hurt the other looks like he's suffering too JK on stage when JM broke down in the first virtual concert JM when JM got denied in a game

they defend e/o from the other members and have e/o's back

the other members separated them on several occasions when they got too touchy

personal space who?

They know things about e/o that are clearly not shared with the class brushing teeths snoring alarm ring sleeping time

black swan performance

they put e/o hands under the other's clothes to touch bare skin

JM kissed JK's neck

they feed e/o

spanking and ass-grabbing

they were caught on camera ogling e/o shamlessly

JM's weird strenght kink

JM said his camera roll is full ok JK

they have a different smile for e/o

other members said suspicious things about them together

JK only saw JM and J-hope during their official break

all the members minus JM complain about JK not answering his phone

heart eyes

drinking from the same bottle

blindly recognizing e/o's body parts just by touch or out of context photos

napping on each other (yeah, you read that right)

non-verbal communication over 9000

weird editorial cuts in backstage videos when the two of them are together

JM said 'JK falls asleep hugging me'

JM said 'JK plays hard to get but when he thinks I am sleeping he comes by and say I love you'

JM said he is the main model for GCF

JK said JM's photocard is sexy

JK sometimes hesitates in touching JM or holding him when he knows they r on camera

JK said JM is a fallen angel

JK praised JM's dancing several times

JK likes to tease JM

fixing e/o clothes

JK closes his eyes when JM touches him

JM run trough a whole stage abandoning his stage persona when he hought JK was being sick

JM puts JK's happiness first

similar mindset about important stuff in life

JM sat on JK. Uh. Different ways

JK putting his hands over JM while being hugged in order to drag JM even closer

JM ordering JK around and literally dragging him around

JK being overprotective

the members subtly panicking when JK/JM have to interact closely on camera

JM having to fight for JK's forgiveness while Jin was immediately let off the hook

Quite a list anon, lol. You put so much work into this list I couldn't not post it.

I do agree with most of your points if not all of them, but a good example of just how much there is out there to show how these two are the real deal.

#ask #anon

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ghosttrolls · 3 years

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Writing prompt:

"please, I don't want to fight!"

From the DP Phantom reverse evil trio AU, if you've heard of it?

(if not, I recommend searching for it in @13thdoodle 's tags, I think you might enjoy the aesthetic!)

Thanks, anon! I took some time to research the AU before writing, so it took a hot minute, but here it is! Enjoy!

Edit: I read the message back and it seems I entirely forgot the prompt. I did start with it but the whole thing just changed so much... sorry. I can make a part 2 later that actually has the "please, I don't want to fight!" I just got so carried away!

Corruption never felt so good. Danny sometimes admitted to himself that he’d never felt like there was a pivotal moment where he felt himself change - aside from when he got his powers, of course. But he felt like, the way that things had turned out, there was only ever one way he could be. The boy who tried to do good, and failed so many times - it just was never really him, after all. It was better this way. He was meant to be.

It was morning. Danny stood in his room, the sun shining through his window, and stretched: arms out high, then to the side. “I think I’ll skip school again today!” he said out loud to himself, so very cheery. He put on his clothes - a white button up shirt, a vest he embroidered himself, black slacks - and nearly skipped out of his room. Another fantastic start to an amazing day.

He hopped down the stairs, pulling up his phone to call Sam. When she picked up, he said “Hey! What do you want to do today?” He pinned the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he stooped to put his shoes on.

“I’m not sure,” said Sam on the other side of the line. “Let’s get breakfast and think about it. Tucker’s pretty impatient, but he won’t say what for. Maybe he has an idea.” Tucker loved tech, and he used to be a pretty decent hacker - but his powers, when he got them, made it difficult if not impossible to get a cell phone to work. So Sam and Danny would meet up with him to talk.

“Okay!” said Danny. “Gotta check downstairs, first. I’ll meet you soon.”

“Of course,” said Sam, a sombre tone in her voice. He knew she didn’t really like what he’d done. But they’d chosen this path, and she understood the danger his parents offered them as well as he did. Danny hung up.

Danny straightened upright from wrestling with his left shoe. He walked through his kitchen, which led to the front door. But instead of heading outside, he went into the family lab, down in the basement, through a closet door. His parents had always had this obsession with ghosts. For so long, he didn’t believe they were real. Until his parents made a working portal to the ghost zone.

Danny stepped downstairs, carefully, listening around the creak of the wooden steps. If there was any movement, a single sound, he’d have to use his powers, which he didn’t really like doing so early in the morning. Especially when he wasn’t showing off. He fit a hand in his vest’s pocket, which had the pattern of a blood blossom on it. The anti-ghost flower. He gripped the seed inside for security.

His foot hit the flat concrete floor, and he checked on his flowers. Still good, still healthy. They needed a bit of water, though. He turned to get the watering can from the other side of the lab. “You know,” he said as he did his work, “it didn’t have to be this way for you. We could have stayed a happy family. But of course, being the idiots you are… always fighting for good. You left me no choice.”

He said this to a silent room, but not an empty one. Deep down, he had a need to justify himself, his actions. He knew this was necessary. Right? That’s why he had to grow these flowers, the ones that always put humans to sleep. His parents and sister could not resist it. And so they lay, in their beds, in their basement, in their coffin. He intended to keep them there as long as he could. And he knew that he could keep this up forever.

After the plants were watered, he made sure they were placed properly among his family. “I miss you,” he said, so quietly he could convince himself he didn’t. And he turned, walking back up the basement stairs to meet his friends. He was in control, Danny reminded himself. We are in control. No one crosses the trio. He shut the door in the kitchen, closing that part of his mind. On to better things. Destructive things! The thought made Danny giggle as he walked out the front door.

In the dark of the basement, in the silence of it all, Jazz sneezed. The darn plants, she must be allergic or something. She decided that Danny was gone, and she opened her eyes, irises glowing green. His morning ritual was so routine, you could know where Danny was just by looking at the time. His grip on the town was stifling - his and his friends, Jazz reminded herself. She crawled out of her bed, standing and stretching. “Okay,” she said to herself, “I’m ready.”

In a flash, she changed - her orange hair now white, her clothes becoming the stealth suit she’d put together from what she could get her hands on. She was a ghost. Half ghost, really, because she could still “turn back human,” but ghost enough to be immune to her brother’s plants. She was still new to it all, and she knew she would never be able to stop the trio’s reign by herself. That’s why she called on a friend.

She walked over to the Ghost Portal, pressing a few buttons on the keypad, and the door to the Ghost Zone opened. She peered through - the ghost zone looked flat and 3D at the same time, like it was made of paper, or maybe some type of goo, or possibly a universe of stars. Whatever it was made of wasn’t important. The people who came out of it were.

After not too long, she saw a form approach the surface of the portal. She backed up, giving them space to come through. As the form stepped forward, Jazz recognized the ghost instantly. Blue-green skin, red eyes, and long hair - it was Vlad Masters.

“Vlad,” said Jazz, “he’s gone again. We should hold another meeting, if we can. The humans of this city can’t protect themselves… I can’t bear to see my parents asleep like that” - she pointed behind her into the darkness, wherever her they were - “for another second!” She was on the brink of tears, falling apart with each breath. How can you stop someone who can engulf you with vines in seconds? Or someone who can send massive plagues to decimate the entire town with a snap of her fingers? Or someone who can touch anything, and turn it into nothing? An endless void, an Egyptian goddess, and a corrupted gardener… As silly as it sounded, Danny’s powers scared Jazz the most. She fell to her knees, lost in despair.

Vlad knelt, resting a hand on Jazz’s shoulder. His eyes, full of concern, watched hers. “Jasmine,” he said, “don’t blame yourself for what has happened. You’re only 18 years old. Even I couldn’t have seen this coming.”

“We’re doomed,” breathed Jazz.

“Perhaps,” agreed Vlad. “But it doesn’t hurt to try. Good versus evil… such a black and white concept. Everyone is ‘morally grey’ one way or another.” He gently pulled Jazz to her feet. “And no one,” he said, “is irredeemable.”

Jazz sniffed. “You really think so?” She knew he worried about her attachment to her brother, so it was comforting to hear. Even if it wasn’t really true.

“I know so,” said Vlad. He held her hand and stepped back towards the portal. “Come,” he said. “Let’s work on saving your brother.”

#ghostly posts #ask #anon #danny phantom #dp reverse evil trio au #danny fenton #jazz fenton #vlad masters #my writing #long post #and now i take a nap #i was aiming for angst but then somehow i ended up on this hopeful note ???#anyway

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someone-always-cares · 3 years

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bonus 2, post chapter 4

first - previous - next

[image description: an sac webcomic page. 5 pages styled in a manner similar to a medical brochure titled “navigating your new abilities, what does this mean for me?”. the brochure is about superpowers, what the are, side effects and health risks, and job oppurtunities. the brochure has white and light blue for the main colours, with a dark purple accent. page 1: mostly showing a girl transforming, with the title listed above, with smaller text reading “created and supported by the paragon institute for superheroism.” the girl is a younger white woman who has a light purple colour scheme, long straight hair and bangs, a crop top, and elbow pads. shes shown from the waist up, half her body and an arm cut out of the photo. her transformation takes the form of dripping black-purple goop spreading, with a starry texture. a similar texture takes up the image background.

page 2: title: what are superpowers?. “Superpower is a term used for superpowered abilities that go beyond the natural abilities and conventional laws of reality. There are little limits to the potential types of abilities that a super powered person may possess.

It is currently unknown what causes superpowered abilities. Despite many theories, the only known way to guarantee superpowers is to inherit them from a parent.

London has the highest percentage of superpowered people in the entire world, in addition to having 42% of all supers in the united kingdom”

next to this text is a grinning woman in pink winking while posing with one hand on her hip, and the other in a fist held up. the woman has long wavy pale pink hair, light brown skin, many freckles, and hot pink eyes. her outfit is a pink dress and gloves, pale pink tattered cape, and a hot pink long sleeved undershirt.

“how do i use and control my abilities? Superpowered people will typically have an innate sense for how to transform and use their abilities,but like any skill it will take time and effort to fully control their abilities.

In some rare cases, a superpowered person may lack control over their powers to the extent where it can cause harm to those around them.

This is most common in those who have inherited their abilities. In these cases the P.I.S offers programs to assist these people in learning control with 24/7 care and supervision. If you or someone you know requires these programs, please call our number or otherwise contact us via our website.

Due to the range of superpowered abilities, there is no one-size-fits-all method of developing control, however, the P.I.S do offer training services, of which you can read more about atwww.pis.uk/pis-services/training

next to this is a teenage superhero, an androgynous boy with a grey colour scheme, smiling slightly, his arm turning into smoke. he has light grey hair and eyes, brown skin and a dark grey bodysuit. he has a grey poncho/cape conbo and gloves, both of which are lined with light grey fleece or fur. his outfit looks as if is was meant for cold weather.

page 3: what are some other symptoms of superpowered abilities? Superpowers are also accompanied by complete transformations, including bodily and outfit transformations. Body transformations will include a change of eye and hair colour, but can also include a wide variety of changes, commonly including changes to eyes, ears, and hands, animal-like features, changes in shape, colour, additional limbs and features, and more.

below that is 5 examples, inside circles with a white border: a close up of an eye, all blue including sclera, the pupil is pale and slit like a cat. next is a close up of a green haired braid. next if also from behind, a red haired person with red wings, the longest feathers of which are white. while the last three arent of any known character, the latter two are wraith, shown from behind, only showing hair and a cape, and part of an arm, and quartz, a close up of his elf-like ear.

Outfit transformations are even more varied in appearance, and will typically be in various shades of the persons 'main' colour. It is common for the outfit to contain additional accessories, tools, and weapons. Electronic devices created from these transformations do not need recharging and if using internet or data, will use the strongest available signal to do so. It is illegal to create, use, or otherwise have in the open, a weapon in public without a registered superhero licence.

The act of transformation will vary from person to person, but will usually involve a bright light, and is likely to reflect the user's powers of their effects. In the case of those inheriting their abilities, they will inherit body traits and transformations from any and all superpowered ancestors.

The effects of a transformation will likely change through a superpowered person's lifetime. A change will usually happen after a dramatic change in the person's personality, ideals, traumatic incident, or other life development, although a change is not guaranteed, and will rarely occur without these.

The first transformation will usually be the simplest aesthetically both in outfit and body, with simple details, but will usually get more complicated, and it's likely to gain more body transformations as more changes happen. A superpowered person may experience 1-2 changes every 10 years.

Objects and outfits created via transformation will dissipate upon detransformation, regardless of if it is removed from the person. The same goes for additional limbs and features that do not exist on the original body, although these injuries are permanent, unlike clothes and objects which will reform upon transformation.

page 4: other known possibilities of transformations:

- Partial changes to a transformation may occur in the event of permanent injury, such as gaining a prosthetic after losing a limb, but nothing else in the outfit changes.

-It is possible for a transformation's change to be affected by other superpowered persons. This is commonly shown by similarities in outfit transformations, as elements of the superpowered persons apperance change to resemble each other.

-Changes in colour are extremely rare and usually only occur in small aspects

other changes and risks: Some changes are permanent and may not disappear when a superpowered person detransforms.

-Reproductive changes: Any biological offspring will have the exact same powers as the parent. However, pregnancy will be risky, and have a high rate of failure, especially if the mother does not have any superpowered abilities.

-Dreams: While there is no known reason for this occurrence, supers will rarely be able to remember their dreams, except those with dream related abilities or legacy supers. However, despite this the people in question will usually be experiencing nightmares, and superpowered people are at high risk for night terrors and sleep terror disorder.

-A superpowered person's body will adapt to their powers and it is extremely unlikely for one to be harmed by their own power, but this may result in permanent changes that may cause inconvenience in daily life. If this is something you or a loved one experience, please inform your GP

-Overuse of powers: While powers appear to be adapted to not cause harm to the user, overuse of powers can result in a large amount of pain and possible long term damage

below that is an image of two people, on looking like a doctor, a pale man with dull brown hair and dull green eyes, dressed as a doctor and smiling with a clipboard, looking at a person shown from behind, with long mint hair.

page 5: what does this mean for me?

Discovering and controlling your abilities is often the first step one may take inbecoming a superhero. Here at the P.I.S we offer many pathways to doing so,including all required training, courses, and experiences.

We also acknowledge that some super powered people do not seek to become asuperhero, but the P.I.S still has a place for them! We offer many career pathsand courses for almost any job and our career advisors can match up the perfectpower-job combinations to give you a leg up if you are interested in using yourabilities in your career. For more information, visit jobs.pis.uk

Use of powers in a job, or to otherwise earn money using superpowered abilities,without a license is a serious offence that can result in fines starting from £5000,and a potential ban from working in that field.

below is the superhero arrow, grinning at a woman in a plain looking suit. he has one hand on his hip and the other is shaking hands with the woman. the women has red hair and eyes, and pointy red nails.

Due to the nature of superpowered abilities, it is important to gettailored advice and support for affected individuals.For more information call us at our support helpline at 020 7946 0xxx. Both our lines are open from 8:30am-10pm mon-fri and 9:30am-9pm sat.You can also visit our website for more resources at pis.uk/resources. end id]

sorry for last weeks lack of update, irl stuff is happening too much and too fast

anyway heres something ive wanted to do for a while, a pamphlet thats kinda medical style? it seemed like it would be fun and i wanted an excuse to try something new and im always down to infodump (affectionate) about my ocs

however im half asleep, ive already delayed an update for a week, and im a little stressed so i didnt get a proper proofread so sorry if theres any typo or if i left a placeholder in ill get it later if i see any late

edit: did i really forget to fucking finish the fake phone number at the end? anyway sometimes fake phone numbers are reserved for tv and stuff if a phone number is needed, thats the one used for london fake numbers, i just forgot to finish it until i went back to write the id there

#someone always cares #sac #webcomic #lore #worldbuilding #im nervous to post bc i was like. is this to self indulgent? will people like it?#and then i was like bro.#its my fucking webcomic OF COURSE its self indulgent that half the fucking point #some of this is stuff ive rambled lots to friends but realised oh it just hasnt come up in comic so here it is i guess #im hoping this is readable bc i can read it fine on my phone

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ailec-12 · 3 years

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Ahhhhhhh congrats to reaching 100!!! It‘s super deserved! Could I request something for House Potter, please? Like, maybe something with Sev and Sirius along the lines of hurt/comfort? But no pressure, if that is too much or would be too fast-forward into the story! :) thanks!!

Thank you so much, Anon, you're so sweet! I'm sorry you've had to wait so long to see this prompt done —I hope you'll actually see it!—, especially since it was the first one I started to write back in October. I just got a little stuck with it halfway through, but I loved it and hope you'll enjoy it, too.

I decided to take today off to rest and, though I know I probably shouldn't have, I couldn't help sitting down and finally finishing this prompt. I don't have the energy to edit it, but I wanted to post it anyway.

So, this is set in the future, but let's imagine Sev and Sirius have made no progress whatsoever in the meantime. Also, the Potters have either moved out or gone on holiday.

Also on AO3.

No Harm Done

He told himself, as he took James’s broom without breathing a word of it to anyone, that it was okay. James did let him have it, so it was none of Sirius’s business what Severus did with it. A voice in his head begged to differ, but he ignored it and ploughed on.

He was nervous and excited, although, in all honesty, it was hard to distinguish one feeling from the other. After all, the clench in his stomach and the tingling in his fingers seemed to fit well together. It was the first time he would be flying alone and his mouth had become completely dry long before he had sneaked out the broom. Still, he had no doubts about wanting to carry on with his plan and Sirius, who had come to watch over them and was currently sleeping on the sofa with Harry, did not ever need to know.

The day was clear, if a little windy. Severus mounted and kicked the ground once, firmly. The broom took off at once and he gripped the handle tightly before relaxing his grip ever so slightly.

Flying felt great, exhilarating. Any fears he may have harboured stayed well below him.

He was not confident enough yet to try some of the stunts that James performed as easily as breathing. However, he enjoying riding higher than any of the adults would likely have allowed as well as going round and round in progressively smaller circles. He was enjoying himself so much that, when he started to descend, he miscalculated the higher speed he had achieved. When he saw the ground come closer far too fast, he pulled up the handle abruptly and the broom responded with a sharp jump. Startled, Severus saw his own fall in slow motion: the way his hands failed to regain hold of the wood, how his body flew a bit higher than the broom and how the ground greeting him face first. The world around him went deadly silent.

The impact left no air in his lungs. He tried to take a breath and succeeded after a few desperate attempts. The pain came afterwards. Gingerly, he sat up to examine the damage. Although the grass had surely softened his fall, one of his arms hurt from the wrist to the elbow. His jumper was covered with green stains, as were his jeans. Luckily, he had not ripped anything off, but his knees hurt when he stood up.

All these thoughts were forgotten once he spotted the broom. James’s racing broom, the once he had used for matches at Hogwarts. Severus’s blood ran cold. If he had broken the damn thing…

His hands were shaking uncontrollably when he took it, but his heart began to beat again as he observed no major damage. There were some sticks that stuck out of place and a few scratches on the handle that would not look amiss in a well-worn broom —that is, if James did not keep his in prime condition. He was bound to notice, Severus knew, fearing the moment. He might be lucky enough that James may just think he forgot to fix it before putting it away the last time he rode it. Severus was aware that he was not half bad at lying and, although it left a bitter taste on his tongue sometimes, he was too much of a coward to take the blame if he could avoid it.

And yet, his thoughts were useless, for he never had the chance to do any of it. Halfway through the house, the back door slammed open and revealed Sirius, thus freezing Severus on the spot.

“Where the—” Sirius started to yell. Then, he saw Severus and strode in his direction. The boy gripped the broom, but did not move. “What the fuck, Snape? You were flying?”

His hands were trembling again as he offered the broom. He had been caught, so there was nothing to do but manage the damage.

“I didn’t break it, it’s fine,” he said mulishly, as if that could cover up the fact that he was unable to look up, instead keeping his eyes focused on Sirius’s tight fists.

“What the hell happened to you, though? Did you roll down a hill? Wait, did you fall while you were flying?” Sirius did not snatch the broom while berating him, as Severus had expected. “Fuck, you’re hurt.”

His tone became strangely flat when delivering the last sentence and the boy was unsure how he should interpret it. What could Sirius plan to do with that information?

“I’m fine,” he snapped, just in case.

Sirius’s fists relaxed a little.

“Really? So blood just comes out of your knee on occasion?”

His black eyes snapped down and he saw a darker stain than the ones from grass and dirt. His cheeks became warmer and he faced Sirius’s smirk, offering a scowl of his own.

“I’m fine. May I go to clean up?”

His heart was beating very fast. What if Sirius said ‘no’? Severus did not understand why that was so frightening. The most the man could do was not let him get out of his dirty clothes, maybe force him to stand in a corner all day until Lily and James got home past his bedtime. Sirius could not hurt him, they would not allow it —they had promised. And yet, Severus waited with bated breath for the answer.

“Let me check first. I don’t need anyone come down on me ‘cause I neglected you.”

For some reason, that did it. Severus dropped the broom and made a dash for the door that led inside the house. ‘Stupid,’ he would think a second later, when he realised he should have run in the opposite direction, even if the open field did not feel any safer when the other was a grown wizard with a wand.

Before he was aware of what was happening, there was something encircling his waist and trapping him.

“L– Let me go!” He could not help the way his voice sounded high pitched and scared. He did not want anyone to know he was scared.

He hit Sirius’s arm and tried to kick him, too. He struggled for a while and did not stop to see whether he was doing any real damage. He felt numb and detached and maybe fear was still there despite his best efforts.

“Ow, ow! Snape, stop! Bollocks, you twat, I was j– Okay, that’s it!”

And then, the ground under his feet disappeared. He may have let out a pathetic shrill until he got hold of himself, shut his eyes very tightly and kept still. His breathes were the only sound for a short second. Then, a likely livid Sirius carried him inside the house, stomping all the while. He took him to the living room and put him down in front of the couch. Nearby, Harry was playing with his moving animal toys.

“Sit down,” Sirius growled and Severus obeyed.

At the same time, Harry stumbled over them and demanded,

“Sev, play!”

The older boy only shook his head, leaving Sirius to explain just in how much trouble he was at the moment.

“Harry, I’ve got an important mission for you,” Sirius said, solemnly but still warmer than he ever addressed Severus. The toddler looked up. “You watch that Snape stays put till I come back, all right?”

Harry nodded, reciprocating the solemnity, and turning back around, repeated his request to play together. Severus refused in silence, letting his hair fall on his face and focusing on not letting fall the tears that had started to gather in his eyes.

He had mucked it up really badly that time. He had panicked and attacked an adult —a man that James considered his own brother. The world was a blur and his ragged breaths flooded his ears.

“Snape.”

An impatient voice broke his train of thought. Minutes could have passed, or perhaps hours. He looked up and saw a very irritated Sirius holding up a familiar blue bottle in one hand and his wand in another.

“Calmer now, aren’t you?” the man huffed. “Roll up your trouser leg, let me see what we’re dealing with.”

Severus shook his head vehemently. He did not understand what was going on, but his eyes were still fixed on the wand. His breathing was still making that horrible sound.

“Hurt?” pipped up Harry somewhere next to him.

“Yeah, mate, Snape’s hurt and too ruddy stubborn to let me help.”

Help? What did Sirius understand for help when it came down to a brat like him?

“No ‘Nape, Sev!” Harry corrected all of a sudden, drawing Severus’s attention to the pair.

There was a small chubby finger pointed at him and, when he looked at Sirius —his face, not his wand—, the man had a bemused expression.

“Right,” he said after a moment, turning his terrible grey eyes towards Severus. “Well, Sev, will you please roll up your trouser leg so I can heal your knee?”

Sirius dragged the short nickname with all the smugness he was able to muster and the boy found he did not like it any better than hearing his surname.

“I’m fine,” he tried once again, but his voice sounded small and frightened as his anger failed to rise.

Sirius let out a weary sigh and handed him the blue bottle. After looking between the children, he decided to put his wand between his teeth. Then, with no hurry, he proceeded to pull up Severus’s damaged trousers himself.

The bottle trembled in his grasp. The boy bit his lip and tightened his fingers around it. Staying still was his only task now.

Sirius was excruciatingly slow until he finally revealed the cut on his knee. It had stopped bleeding and clearly did not merit so much care, but there was no comment on it or the mess it had made. In fact, for once, Sirius forwent his habitual cutting remarks and kept mostly quiet, only speaking to assure Harry that everything was okay.

Severus was pretty sure he stopped breathing when the wand came near him. Yet, he did not move. He felt something warm and, when he looked down, the cut had disappeared. A cold feeling ensued as Sirius washed the dry blood away with a cloth under Severus’s fascinated gaze. The bottle was taken from his hands as Sirius began to apply it on his knee, even though the bruise had not appeared yet.

Next, the man rolled up his other trouser leg.

“Does it hurt here, too?”

Severus was about to shake his head again, but Sirius was staring at him intently and the boy knew his lie would be caught.

“Just a little,” he mumbled, looking back down.

Some balm was applied on that area as well without another word. Severus pondered whether he could ask for some for his wrist and elbow, but Sirius proceeded to examine his arms himself. The boy could not help a sharp intake of breath when Sirius took hold of his wrist.

“This has swollen.”

“It’s not broken,” Severus hurried to assure.

Sirius frowned at him, although he did not look angry.

“No, it’s not, but let me…”

And he moved his wand in a different pattern until both the redness and swelling had faded away. Still, he applied some balm there and on his elbow. Severus had no idea whether he should be more surprised that Sirius was healing him or that he apparently knew where to look for injuries.

At long last, they were done and Sirius obliged Harry by sitting him on his lap. A dense silence settled between him and Severus, who tried to still his fingers by burying them in the hem of his jumper. Eventually, the boy was the one to break the quiet.

“The broom…” he started, peeking at the open door, in the direction where the magical object remained lying on the grass.

“Accio Prongs’s broom.”

Harry was very excited to see his father’s broom flying towards them and Sirius let him grab the end of the handle while he examined it. Severus could not relax completely, but at least the man’s face was not giving him any more reason to panic.

“We’ve all fallen on our arses while riding; more than once, actually,” Sirius remarked, almost offhandedly. Then, he looked up, straight into Severus’s black eyes. “There’s no harm done, so I suppose no one needs to know… as long as you’re careful next time and let someone know before flying off.”

The unexpected reprieve from Sirius of all people took a moment to register in Severus’s brain. He hurried to wipe the shock off his face and nodded with all his might.

“I will, I swear!”

The man looked at him for a bit longer, until he turned to his godson with a big smirk.

“Harry, you up for beating Severus at Exploding Snap?”

#Harry Potter fanfiction #Severus Snape #Sirius Black #House Potter for Children in Need #A Hotchpotch of Feelings #HP #My fics #Prompt #100 Followers Celebration #*#I could swear I wrote Severus had bitten Sirius!#I think it's hilarious I've spent months thinking that happened but then I reread the thing and that image was nowhere to be found #It happened tho #Sev just didn't register he had bitten Sirius #Ask Ail #anonymous

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 3 years

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Ya know what these self-indulgent Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow posts need? Self-indulgent banner art, that’s what.

Spoilers for issue #4!

Let’s start this off right with CREATOR CREDITS. Issue 4 of Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow is titled “Restraint, Endurance, and Passion.” Written by Tom King, Art by Bilquis Evely, Colors by Matheus Lopes, Letters by Clayton Cowles, and Edited by Brittany Holzherr. (w/ Assist. Editor: Bixie Mathieu & Senior Editor Mike Cotton)

THE STORY:

Right, so this? This issue? Best one yet.

Also the bleakest of the bunch thus far; even though we don’t always see the brutality of the space pirates that Kara and Ruthye are following, there’s...the suggestion of it. The aftermath. And how Kara responds to it.

Okay, getting a little ahead of myself. BASIC PLOT SUMMARY: Ruthye and Kara continue their pursuit of Krem, who has taken up with Barbond’s Brigands.

The Brigands basically just. Murder and terrorize people, for profit.

Each planet they visit brings new horrors, as well as people who need Supergirl’s help.

And help she does.

KARA-CTERIZATION:

I yell a lot about the art on this book, and have, in fact, openly admitted that I’m primarily here for Evely and Lopes.

Well, that wily son-of-a-gun King went and wrote some of the best ‘Super’ stuff I’ve ever read and dang it, dang it, now I gotta yell about the words too. XD

Specifically, I wanna yell (in a good way!) about some words that occur towards the very end of the book.

Kara and Ruthye have Seen Some Things; things like genocide and mass grave sites and horrible violence, and upon reaching a planet where peaceful monks were slaughtered, Kara’s had enough, and needs to leave because if she screams, she’ll destroy what little is left of the monks’ monastery.

Here’s the text in full, because my gosh. It’s so good:

“What I write next I write based on my observations in those long-ago days at the side of the greatest warrior in the history of this august reality we all call home. It is important to note that my assertions do not rely on anything Supergirl said. It was not a subject we ever discussed or even approached, but nonetheless I believe it to be as true as the turning of worlds. You see, what is not well understood about the daughter of Krypton is that her power was not one of action but one of restraint, endurance, and passion. She did not choose to fire a beam from her eyes, or have breath of ice, or run faster than a speeding bullet. Or any of her other well-documented miracles. No, she held back her heat vision to look you in the face. She warmed her breath to converse with you. She slowed herself to walk by your side. Ever moment of every day, she suppressed the forces churning inside of her. All of the energy of a dead world that strained against her many barriers, eternally demanded to be released. I believe this effort hurt her. I believe she lived her life in pain. But I reiterate again, for I think it important enough to repeat--These beliefs are based on my time at her side, watching her as she moved through strife and sorrow. If you were to have asked her, I have little doubt she would have claimed that such as assertion was absurd. She would say she felt fine and well and then she’d as you if you needed any help.”

A long chunk of words, I know (this comic is DENSE!) but like. This is it. This is one of the defining attributes of the Supers--all that raw power at their disposal and they choose to help people, to be kind, to suppress that power for the benefit and safety of others.

HNNNNNNNG.

Hope, Help, and Compassion for All.

Whole lotta folks claimed at the outset of this book that King did not understand Kara, that he was a bad fit. And that may be so, I suppose--there’s a whole other discussion about like. The violence and swearing and ‘does that belong in a Supergirl book?’ But the characterization? Getting that Kara and Clark are just good people?

King gets it. He got it in Superman: Up in the Sky and he gets it here, in Woman of Tomorrow.

Other things King gets! Kara is stubborn! Kara is passionate! Kara is going to fix things, even if the effort of doing so hurts her, physically, emotionally, and mentally!

(Fuuuuuuun fact for the crowd saying that Woman of Tomorrow is vastly superior to the CW show: TV Kara is ALSO all of those things! King isn’t pulling this stuff out of thin air. It’s almost like...gosh. I don’t know! Both the show and Tom King are pulling from the character’s comic history, or something!!!! HOW NOVEL.)

Like, seriously. There’s a lot of overlap. Stop pitting Karas against each other!

Anyways!

I promised art, so here is art!

Oh, right, forgot to mention, Kara literally THROWS HERSELF INTO THE SUN to express her grief and anger, so as to not cause that unnecessary destruction. She gives new meaning to the phrase: Set yourself on fire to keep someone else warm.

More art yelling: GOTTDAMN, the way Evely draws Kara just colliding with the surface of the sun and then the way Kara’s hair like...becomes the flames...

I am FEELING FEELINGS. HOW DARE.

Also, props to King and Cowles; King for deciding to have that initial scream, Cowles for the way the letters burst forth from the point of impact on the sun, and then back to King who decided that it would just be...devastating silent screaming from Kara, for the remainder of the scene.

Back to the characterization, I just wanted to highlight something I mentioned...earlier on, I think? In these posts? But haven’t brought up recently, and that is how this book has not once brought up Zor-El, and I think Superman only got a quick mention in issue 2.

Honestly, I think that’s gotta be some kind of record.

It’s so refreshing. Not because I think there should never be mentions of Clark, or anything--I love that boy--but because so much of modern Supergirl comic drama is mined from the same like, angsting over her place compared to Clark, or her crazy sometimes-a-supervillain dad.

There is no Clark and Kara drama here, no manufactured friction, because it’s just. A cool Supergirl story!

Gonna keep going, but let’s do it with some more...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!!

Once again, Mat Lopes is all over the dang place with his palettes, it’s marvelous.

Each new planet gives Evely the opportunity to go hog wild on the worldbuilding and design, and similarly! Each new locale is an opportunity for Lopes to set the tone with colors. Like, here, towards the beginning of the book, we’ve got a planet bathed in this warm, pale yellow/orange light.

(Quick note: “Sure, yeah, I get it. We all have our duties. And it’s mine as a neighbor to do what I can to help you with yours. Please.” A+ Kara content. We love to see it. And then locating the remains of the alien’s daughter, so that they can go visit the grave site and have some emotional closure???? It’s just. So. Touching.)

Anyways, back to colors.

Like!!!! LOOK AT THAT JUMP. From the soft, almost pastoral feel of the delicate oranges and yellows to HARD GREEN, PINK, AND PURPLE. (Difficult colors to pull off in print, I might add.)

(This is also an interesting scene, character-wise, because I think it helps re-contextualize some earlier stuff with Kara. Like, I’m mostly thinking that incident on the bus, where she was swearing at the passengers as the space dragon was about to destroy them. Here, we see Kara kind of...goad this alien woman into releasing her pent up emotions by yelling at her/getting her to fight, and you can clearly see at the end of it that Kara did not mean the things she said, because check this out:

She goes and gives her a hug once the woman is able to finally cry.

It’s not ‘Kara is being mean, Kara is swearing at her’, it’s, ‘Kara has an unorthodox solution to a problem, and she’s gonna FIX that problem, NO MATTER WHAT.’

Circling back to the bus thing--again, that could be an instance of ‘unorthodox approach to a weird situation that Kara is going to handle because lives are at stake.’)

But also, DIG THAT KIRBY KRACKLE, BAY-BEEEEE!

And a little Strange Adventures easter egg! The Pykkts!

(I think those guys are unique to the Black Label series, rather than deep Adam Strange lore, but don’t quote me on that.)

Moving on to YET ANOTHER PALETTE, one I’ve dubbed, ‘Treasure Planet Purple/Grey’

Love Ruthye’s snoozing against the door, waiting for Kara.

Also, just as striking as the colors of the environment, are the colors used on Kara.

If you compare this page with the previous one, Kara’s eyes are a paler shade of blue, and the red-rimmed look on her eyes here is not as intense as the red-rimmed look we saw back in issue one, when she was confronting Krem.

All of which to say! There’s a pale, haunted quality to both the linework and the colors. Like. We know Kara has Seen Some Things. But she’s shoving all that stuff down to protect Ruthye, to save Krypto, and to stop these monsters, and you get all of that WITH COLORS AND LINES ON A PAGE.

I love it, I love it so much.

OTHER BOOKS WISH THEY HAD THIS LEVEL OF CHARACTER ACTING, I TELL YA! THEY WISH THEY HAD THIS BEAUTIFUL ALCHEMY OF INKER, COLORIST, AND WRITER WORKING IN SUCH TIGHT TANDEM!

Ahem. XD

Alright, last bit of art, lest I just. Post the whole issue in here. (Which I’m honestly always tempted to do but Strong Feelings about Piracy hold me back.)

JUST HECKIN’ LOOK AT THAT BLUE, MAN. JUST LOOK AT IT. S’BEAUTIFUL.

And more stunning character acting from Evely. Like. Bottom middle panel. The expression, the tilt of her head and the shadows on her eyes...

*insert silent flailing here*

Oh, also, KRYPTO LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVESSSS (for now).

I’m never right about these things, so I’m glad the one time I’ve correctly read a thing is when it involves Krypto not, ya know. Being dead. XD

Also absolutely love that Kara’s instinct is to send Ruthye home to protect her--once more leaning into that whole, ‘I’m going to protect you, even at great cost to myself’, though of course we know that she can’t send her home, not here, not now, just halfway through our journey.

ERRRRRRGH, so mad we’re not getting twelve issues of this! CURSE YOU, POOR SUPERGIRL TRADE SALES! CURSE YOOOOOOU!

That said, King’s pacing? Has been phenomenal. I feel like Strange Adventures and even Mr. Miracle kinda...I’m not gonna say dragged, that’s not quite right. But it is more build up, I guess. Takes a while to get to the payoff.

Here, I think King is pushing things steadily along as he doesn’t have the benefit of an additional four issues, so he has to get to the point, so to speak. Keeps everything moving.

SOME FINAL, MISC. STUFF:

I’ve sort of glossed over the darker stuff from this issue, and I just wanna note that like. This is a book that features a bad guy getting stoned (in the death sentence way, not the drug way) on panel. Like. I can’t recommend this to children.

I can’t even really recommend it to some other Supergirl fans, because I know that the King elements will be too off-putting.

It never feels like the book is going too far, though. At least in like an...exploitative way? If that makes sense?

The violence is handled with discretion, I guess is what I’m trying to convey. This could very easily tip over into like, gross shock factor territory, if not handled well, but I think the creative team pulls it off.

...Still wouldn’t hand this book to kids, though. XD

As mentioned, we’re halfway through this series! Can’t wait to see where it goes--every time I think I have this book figured out, it surprises me. So, like. Bring on the Dinosaur planet! With no sunlight! I wanna see how Lopes handles THAT. XD

(But Oh, OooooOOooh, we gotta wait until NOVEMBER.)

(Hhhnnnnng!)

(Then again, maybe that’s good; we’ve got the TV show in the meantime, and then once it ends we can pick right up with new Supergirl content just a few weeks later.)

(...Aw. Made myself a little sad, thinking about the TV show coming to an end.)

So as not to end on that sad note, here once again is tiny, smushed Kara:

Give ‘em the ol razzle dazzle.

#stranger speaks #supergirl: woman of tomorrow #supergirl: woman of tomorrow spoilers #dc comics #comics talk #comics opinions #comics thoughts #long post #are those the right tags? I can never remember #gif

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littlemessyjessi · 3 years

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“Chasing Jessi”: A Sirius Black Story: Plus Size OC: Chapter 6: Hogsmeade Part 2

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Sirius Black Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Sirius Black x Jess Scamander (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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'"I've been waiting so long to hear you say that." he whispered. "What?" she questioned and pulled back to look at him. His stormy grey eyes focused on her face. "Jess." he said quietly with a little chuckle. "I'm mad about you, love.” The look on her face was priceless. "Since when?!" she exploded. Her abrupt reaction made him laugh.

He honestly didn’t know why he would expect anything different from her dramatic little ass. "I guess, probably since the beginning of the school year." he said trying to gather her closer into his arms. "Sirius!" she said shoving his chest. "That was ages ago! It's nearly Christmas!" "Well, it's been a bit complicated, love." he laughed. "And it's only November." She wrinkled her nose and balled his black and red ACDC shirt up in her hand. It was a muggle band that his mother detested...making it all the more better for him. "Sirius Black, I'd be mad if you weren't so cute." she said narrowing her eyes at him trying to look threatening but really looking all the more adorable. "You think I'm cute?" he questioned with a smirk. She rolled her eyes, "Oh shove off, Black. You KNOW you're cute. Don't act modest all of a sudden." He laughed, "Oh I'm not. I have good genes. I just like to hear you tell me." "Well in that case. Yes, you do have good jeans and you fill them out quite nicely." she quipped before dipping out of his arms, leaving him there with a shocked and amused look on his face. "Since when did YOU start looking at my bum?" he questioned as he caught up to her and grabbed her hand. "Well I OBSERVED that you had a nice bottom in third year when Aurora and I were comparing others to Trick's." she informed him. "Should I tell him this?" he teased her, squeezing her hand. "He knows." she shrugged. "Oh, he does?" he asked, only mildly surprised. "Yeah." she said. "I had to tell him when I squished his bum for research." "Research...right." he rolled his eyes. "Hey, you never squished mine." "Didn't have to." she shrugged. "There were plenty of other girls to gather that information from." He grimaced a little. "About that..." "Sirius, don't worry about it." she cut him off as they neared the village. However, he stopped and turned her to face him. "No, it's important that I tell you." he said, staring into her eyes intently. "Alright." she said, looking at him expectantly. "Look, I realize that this thing with us won't be instant and I'm not even sure if you want it to be anything but-" "Sirius, I just told you I have feelings for you. I will not be your whore." she snapped. "Bloody hell, woman. I didn't say anything about that, did I?" he sighed running a hand through this thick hair. She bit her tongue and let him continue. "What I was trying to tell you is that whenever you think you're ready, I'm ready. You're the only girl I've been interested in this year. Period. And...I'm fine with that. I'm fine with being single until you're ready. You tell me." he said as he placed his hands on the sides of her face, letting his thumbs rub over her chubby cheeks. Her eyes began to water and his widened, "Jess?" "Sirius!" she wailed. "You're gonna make me cry!" "I'm sorry." he said trying not to laugh. "I was just trying to be honest." She surged forward into his arms again and he ran his hand through her brown hair, effectively mucking it up even more so than usual. "Sirius?" she sniffled against his shirt. "Yeah?" he asked. "I'm ready whenever you're ready." she told him leaning her head back to look at him. He looked down at her with a smile on his features. "Alright, Future Mrs. Black." he teased with a mischievous twinkle in his grey eyes. "Excuse YOU!" she gasped. "What makes you think, I'm changing anything! For all you know, you'll be taking my name. Yeah, I quite like that. Mr. Sirius Scamander. House husband to legendary world famous magizoologist, Jess Scamander!" He burst into laughter, "Alright, love. Whatever you say." "The alliteration alone would be wonderful. Sirius Scamander. Yeah, ‘at’s good." she told him and he just shook his head at her. "And your initials! S.O.S.!" she exclaimed. "It's perfect! Sirius Orion Scamander. I'm glad you brought this up. " "Oh, come on, you." he said tossing an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side where he could place a small kiss to her forehead as they headed into an actual direction of Hogsmeade rather than just blindly blasting through the streets in a huff. As they did....the whispers ignited. The rumors and gossip spread and soon enough...everyone at Hogsmeade was talking about Sirius Black dating again. And most importantly that his new girlfriend was Jess Scamander. Viciously jealous girls. Slightly confused boys. Mostly because while Jess was as attractive as anyone else...she was an oddball and not what he usually went for. Typically, Sirius went for leggy blue eyed blonds who wore little to no clothing and so much makeup they didn't even seem real. Part of this was because they were the type of girls who threw themselves at him, the other was that they were superficial enough that he didn't have to deal with them for more than a couple of weeks. For the bimbos, it was enough just for them to say they'd bagged Sirius Black. But Jess....Jess was real. Short, dark hair that was ALWAYS in a mess. Hands covered in scars from dealing with creatures and stained from painting. The ends of her bell bottoms seemed to be permanently stained and ripped from the countless hours in the mud. Her chubby cheeks and freckled face and cute little double chin. That big bright dimpled smile and sparkly light green eyes. She was a little taller than a lot of girls and thicker as well with an impossibly squishy tummy and hips for days. Sirius called her 'cuddly' because she was soft and squishy and gave the very best of hugs. Truth be told, he'd always liked thicker girls. She had thick thighs and a soft tummy which he'd always found quite appealing. If he was being honest, it was the very reason why he used to try to flirt with Madame Rosmerta every chance he got. It was the womanly figure. "Why are you staring at me?" Her voice brought him from his thoughts and he realized that he 'had' been staring at her. "Is there something on my face?!" she panicked, those green eyes almost doubling in size. She looked so much like a cartoon in that moment that he burst into laughter. "Sirius!" she gasped and tried to wipe her face furiously. "What is it?!" He eventually sobered up and caught her hands to keep her from slapping herself in the face. "Stop, stop, stop." he laughed. "There's nothing on your face." "I don't believe you!" she wailed. "Lillian!" Then she gasped in horror, "Oh my god! Lily! James! I forgot about them!" "I'll take that as a compliment." he smirked and it landed him with a withering glare. "Sirius!" she snapped. "There was a plan!" "And I thought you were mad at the both of them." he reminded her, slipping an arm around her waist when she tried to run off. She struggled for a moment against him before simply going limp. He didn't expect this so she took him down with her. "Ugh!" she grunted as he fell on top of her before she burst into a fit of laughter that Sirius soon joined. "Oi! I didn't think you'd have it out right here in full view of everyone. Honestly, Padfoot. I didn't think you were THAT much of a whore." Sirius glanced up to see their friends walking towards them and then down towards Jess to see her trying to glare at James...upside down. Sirius hauled them both up and dusted her off before pulling her into his side...and giving James a pointed look. James lifted his hands in surrender. Jess looked between everyone for a moment before jutted a finger out towards Lily. "You tricked me!" she bellowed. "You were tricking me." the red head pointed out. Jess glanced Aurora, "Did you know?" The other ginger in questioned gave a sheepish grin and Jess gasped. "I'm telling Trick!" she said as she whipped around to find the Hufflepuff boy. However, when she tried to run Sirius wound an arm around her again. "Honestly, woman. Are you sick of me already?" he teased. "I have to GET HER!" she said as she stomped her foot. "Get her?" James spoke up. "She's partly responsible for your happiness right now. Since the two of you are so stubborn. And I will take my thank you now." She slowly turned her head towards him before glancing at Sirius. "Sirius?" she asked calmly making him smirk a little. "Yeah?" he asked. "If you let me pummel James, not to death, but just enough to get my point across....we can go over there in that corner and snog and I'll let you squeeze my bum." she bargained. Sirius' dark brows shot up with a surprised grin, "Deal, dragon lady. Go get 'im." She grin wickedly when he removed his arm and she looked to James who suddenly looked uncomfortable. "You wouldn't." James said eyeing her warily. "I would." she grinned evilly. "But...but I helped you with Sirius." he reasoned backing away from her. "And I helped you with Lily...but you tricked me....and that will not do." she said advancing towards him. "Padfoot." James said. Sirius just shrugged, "Sorry, mate." "Sirius!" James exclaimed as he took off in dead run away from her. "Come back, Jamie! It's time to play!" she screamed going after him. Athlete or not, she was a rather fast runner. A rather useful skill you develop when you're trying to run away from angry hippogriffs. Eventually she caught up to him and knocked him to the ground where she pinned him down and turned his hair pink and green and gave him a duck beak until he apologized. Soon enough they returned to the group, no duck beak but pink and green hair still on display. "Jess, please." he pleaded with her. "Come on, it's our first date here." She sighed before pointing her wand at his chest. The pink and green disappeared from his black hair but reappeared in the form of a heart on his chest that read, "Loyal Servant of Jess Scamander, Supreme Ultra Lord of the Universe." "Really?" he gasped looking down at his chest. "Is it permanent?" "No." she said. "It'll come off at some point." "Jess." he growled. "Would you rather the hair?!" she challenged. "And besides, it's not just for me. It's for Sirius because you made him sad! BAD, BAD POTTER!" James sighed and shook his head, "Come on, Lily. Before she gives me a tail or something." "I wouldn't give her any ideas." she warned him. A panicked look took over his features as he hurried her along into the Three Broomsticks. Remus, Aurora and Peter headed in as well to spend James' galleon on treats while they waited for Trick. Which left Jess and Sirius alone again. "Rather territorial thing aren't you?" he asked. "Well, on occasion I have to display my dominance, you know. Can't let him be thinking he can overpower me. Simply won't do. Especially, when the day comes that I need him to do my bidding." she said linking her fingers with his when he slung his arm over her shoulder. "Your bidding?" he smirked as she led them forward. "Sirius! I have plans! I can't just TELL you!" she exclaimed as she led them around the side of a building and into a dark corner...as promised. "Why not?" he questioned backing her up against the wall. "I haven't decided if you can be trusted with secrets just yet!" she said dramatically. "Have you loose lips?" "Care to be the judge?" he teased as he leaned in a brushed his against hers before pressing them together. When they pulled away her eyes fluttered open and he felt breathless.

A perfect first kiss to be honest.

Sweet and teased with just a bit of playfulness. "Ok, you seem trustworthy enough." she said breathily. He laughed huskily, "Please tell me that James didn't have to pass this tell as well." The look on her face was beyond comical as she said, "James is my minion. He doesn't need to know anything until I decide I need it." "So what does that make me?" he questioned. "You shall be my slave." she smirked. "Personal consort to the Queen." "Oh really? It's Queen now is it? Personal consort?" he laughed in disbelief and amusement. "Sirius, if you should like me to call you my whore, I will. I was trying to protect you delicate feelings." she quipped. “But if it’s what you want, then you shall be my slut. Sirius Black, personal concubine to Empress Jess Scamander.” "You little." he laughed as he went into for another kiss. Call it cheesy. Call it cliche. But there were butterflies. There were fireworks. There was that white hot lightning, burning lava like feeling that rushed through their veins. It was comfortable. It was right. It was so satisfying. And Sirius Black....was happy.

Chapter Five

Chapter Seven Coming Soon

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Oooh la la! We got us a first kiss, loves! What are we thinking? How we feeling? Also, I barely made it through writing Jess giving James a duck beak without laughing. Just so’s you know, lol.

I’d love to what you think! Please feel free to hit up the ask box, blast the comment section or reblog with your thoughts and feelings! Next chappie coming soon!

All my love darlings!

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thepeakyfckingblinders · 5 years

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Delight || Michael Gray x reader

⤠ MASTERLIST⤟

Anon requested: 10 & 14 with michael, idk why but i read these and immediately thought of michael hilariously trying to calm his girl who’s losing it Summary: n.10 & 14 from prompt list: "I swear to God, I’ll blind you” + “Have you totally lost your mind?”

Warnings: swearing, Michael being a flirty sexy bitch (and me loving him)

Author’s notes:

First of all, this gif makes me wet. That. damn. smirk.

I’m sorry for being this late, but I’ve been really busy in the past days and writing is never just easy, it demands concentration and effort, plus I don’t want you to be disappointed, so I’m always extra accurate while working. I hope this is worth the wait!

Let me know what you think and tell me if this is what you expected ♡

I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

ENJOY!

The very first time you met Michael he was effectively still Henry, your favourite classmate at the night-school course in accountancy at Worcester College. Truth to be told, it wasn’t easy at all to attend those kinds of lessons, since the vast majority of people couldn’t afford something like that, but you had always been an excellent learner, whoever knew you noticed your uncommon intelligence, your lucid intellect, your charismatic personality and, for all these reasons, you eventually decided not to quit your studies, managing to combine your daily job with evening classes. Naturally, it took a lot of hard work and you’d found yourself about to give up everything more than once, but four years later, continuing your studies turned out to be the best decision you’d ever made: first and foremost because you had the chance to come across the love of your life, secondly because your degree allowed you to aim at pretty prestigious employment, considering the terrible men’s world you were living in. Moreover, your strong personality together with your determination drove you to constantly improve your job skills; in the space of a few years, you went from working as a simple personal assistant for an important Irish businessman to actually becoming his leading and most trusted secretary, so now, after countless months of unspeakable efforts and sacrifices, you clearly hoped to become to all intents and purposes his second in command. And you would have succeeded, if it hadn’t been for the fact that your direct competitor had a penis between his legs. “This is all fucking insane, fucking intolerable!” The door shut noisily behind your tense shoulders as you angrily shouted, entering the Shelbys’ earliest office in Small Heat; Michael was sitting there alone, with his feet comfortably placed on a desk, a fuming cigarette through his fingers and the latest edition of the Birmingham Daily Gazette held in his hands.

“Love?! Is everything okay?” His green eyes immediately gave you a look halfway between interrogative and worried, however you were too wrapped up in your heated discussion with yourself to mind his concern, so you just roughly threw your crimson red jacket on a random chair, before going back to curse against the whole world.

“Five damned years, five! I broke my back, not sleeping for days, always running from a place to another” Michael’s amused gaze followed your movements as you went up and down the room like a spinning top and your hands frenetically removed your emerald hairpin, letting your locks fall softly on your bare neck, just the way he liked it. It was easy for him to understand what you were complaining about and, being aware of how much you cared for your career, he decided to simply let you blow off steam while enjoying the little comedy show you were putting on.

“I wore out and bought so many shoes, with all that money I would’ve set up my own fucking company by now! And all of this for what?!” Your mad outburst paused for a brief moment as you poured in a glass a massive amount of gin, then chugging it in the twinkling of an eye with a stern expression on your face “To have my job stolen by a total jerk, only because I’m a bloody woman!”

The crystal cup you had drunk from loudly crashed into a thousand little pieces when you violently flung it against the wall, in a fit of absolute blind rage; only then your boyfriend rapidly got to his feet, reaching you on the other side of the office in a matter of seconds, in order to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself. “Jesus Christ, y/n, have you totally lost your mind?” His look softened as he held both your wrists in his big hands, ascertaining that you were okay and there was no blood on your velvet skin, then again a small grin appeared on his lips since an adorable frown formed on your flushed face. Your pupils rolled with annoyance and you slightly pushed him away, taking some unquiet steps in no particular direction.

“Yes, I fucking have! I’m a complete fool, to the point of thinking that in this shitty world people could achieve something by merit, regardless of their damned gender!” Once more Michael reached for you, his fingers went to lovingly caress your shoulders in attempt to calm you and keep you in one place, while his eyes captured yours with urgency. “C’mon, baby, I know you’re furious right now, but you can always start working for Tommy, he’s been begging you for months, plus we’re way better than those screwed idiots” Yet his warm voice didn’t succeed in soothing your terrible disappointment and you unwittingly got away from him again, your nerves still overcoming you. “You know I don’t want any special treatment, I need to make it with my own strength, not because I’m your stupid girlfriend!”

Your boyfriend smiled subconsciously realizing how proud he was of you and your incredible persistence, a sudden surge of tenderness caught him off guard, leading him to gently cup your face with both his hands.

“If you don’t slow down, I swear to God, I’ll blind you” He playfully whispered a few inches away from your nose, while pecking your lips several times, finally managing to defuse your fury, even if only a little. Indeed, for a brief moment, your mouth involuntary curved in an imperceptible grin, before you turned your back on him in search of your purse.

“Please, do it already, so I won’t have to see that bastard’s face ever again” You muttered, messing with the content of your bag, and a low laugh left his throat, Michael shook his head, resigned to your extreme stubbornness, as he watched you stand in front of the only mirror in the room, busy fixing your make-up without a real reason, merely to keep your nervous fingers occupied with something.

He took a moment for just observing your figure in pure delight, while you continued to wildly powder your nose and ramble about your discontent; he loved the contrast between your tiny self and the huge fire in your belly, he loved the fact that you were able to be both the sweetest creature on earth and the fiercest woman he knew, he loved the way your cheeks heated with strong emotions and how your hair nuzzled your skin whenever you let it down, and all of a sudden he found himself eager to make you his, right there and then. So he kept staring at you and removed his grey jacket, starting soon after to unbutton his matching waistcoat and then his shirt, always maintaining an alluring smirk on his magnetic face, even though you were not looking at him; at least not until you raised your eyes, noticing his silhouette through the mirror. Your mouth went totally dry in a single instant, you forgot what you were talking about, your irises drinking every drop of that stunning sight: Michael’s lean but toned shape, together with his flirtatious expression, literally mesmerized you as the afternoon light filtering from the windows emphasized the features of his solid chest and abdomen. “W-what are you doing?” That was everything you were capable of stumbling when his arms possessively gathered around your waist, pushing you against his body so that you could physically feel how much he wanted you in that moment, his lips left a wet kiss on your neck before slowly moving towards your ear. “I’m being a good boyfriend, babydoll, ‘gonna help you relax a bit, yeah?”

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Hey! So I love your Miraak and it kind of inspired me to make my own. Only problem is that I can’t freaking figure out how to mod him. I’d be super grateful if you could give me some tips!

hello there! sorry it took me like a million years to reply. my life’s been heckin’ wild these past few days. anyways, let’s talk about modding the miraakulous ass.

first of all i am in no way a modder, this small little .esp that affects the face and body of a follower from another mod is the first and only working mod i’ve ever made. second - my main sources of info were these two vids (i followed the first one to the T in order to make my miraak fully standalone, i. e. not dependant on any cosmetic mods that, if suddenly removed, would mess up my boi’s face):

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this second one mostly helped me to understand NifSkope and NifMerge.

so uhhh... yeah. i basically just followed these two tutorials in order to make my miraak have a unique face and body meshes and textures. anyways, i made this mod mostly by just trial and error, lots of loading and reloading, redoing stuff, changing stuff. so imma just tell you the short version of my process (which hopefully i still remember correctly, it’s been a while).

first thing first - get yourself some tools:

creation kit (how else ya gonna make miraak’s face, ya dummy?)

nifskope if you need to know each and every texture your man is using on his face

nifmerge in order to slap your desired textures onto a ck generated miraak’s facegen

install racemenu in your skyrim. just do it

cosmetic mods of your desire, such as mods for custom hair, brows, beard, eyes, skin, scars, warpaints and tattoos

and now... LET US BEGIN THE MAGIC!!1

step one: launch skyrim and create a miraak of your dreams.

i just loaded my latest Nim’s save, created another save, typed showracemenu 14 in the console and went to town with sliders. i race changed my gorl into a Nord (another race may cause some unseen bugs so better choose Nord), sex changed her into a dude and just... made myself a miraak.

once done i used Racemenu to save his face as a preset for future use and then exported it using a name like MIR_FACE_NEW or something like that (refer to the second video to know where the exported face file is kept).

then i pressed done, confirmed his name as Test Miraak, opened console again and typed savenpcface miraakface.

now, with these two files, we’re ready to go into the ck and do some magic.

step two: open ck and make your .esp file and do some modding magic

if ya wanna make your miraak standalone, refer to the videos i linked to learn how to do that. i followed the first video and was able to succesfully make my miraak have his own body and face textures (gotta love that dragon tattoo on the back!).

remember to save often and to have multiple copies of your .esp file! ck crashes like a motherfucker, just as todd howard intended.

when you’re ready to edit miraak follower, load your mod as an active file with miraakfollower.esp also enabled, go to the actors tab, search for miraak. note: all things added by the miraak follower mod will have letters MF in their names. find miraak follower, you’ll know it’s him by the potentialfollowerfaction faction addedd to him as well as some 30+ users in the users tab. now, listen up. idk what’s the matter with ck or what the hell are users, but by the love of talos make sure the number of users for miraak remains the same! if you see that users are now 0, exit ck without saving, reload your .esp and check if number of users is back to being something over 30. if not, reload an older .esp version, even if it means redoing a lot of stuff. why you should care about users? i don’t know, but i noticed that if users are 0, then the mod won’t work, your miraak will be pure vanilla and won’t use any of your modifications. complicated stuff, i know, just keep those pesky users above 0 and miraak shall work as intended.

now, double click ya boi and with the help of the videos i linked edit his face meshes and textures. if you also created custom body textures (how to do that - refer to the beginning of first video where you’re shown how to create them) you should apply them at the very first tab, the same tab that also gives you the ability to edit his scale and weight. me being hellbent on the fact that atmorans were huge folk, i edited his scale to be something like 1.2, just a tad bigger that an average Nord (note: if you edit his scale you’ll notice a lot of shrinking and expanding whenever he’ll be using various animation markers around the world, such as a smelter, a stool, a wall to lean against... that’s normal, just a bit silly).

anyways, when you’re done editing his face in that window, save the changes (or apply, i forgot what the button says) and press ctrl+f4, twice for good measure. why? it’ll export your new miraak’s facegen, don’t know what it is but it’s hella important! check again if users are above 0, if yes then save your .esp and close ck. refer to the second video to learn how to use nifmerge in order to make your miraak use custom make up and warpaint textures.

once all that is done, place your .esp file after miraakfollower.esp, disable any other miraak face mods to avoid conflicts and load your game. now... at this moment many things may go wrong or refuse to work, idk why. :\

if you have the ability, load a save before the game spawns miraak follower in if you edited his weight. if not, load any save with him at your side. why? that’s because npc’s weight is baked onto a save and it will not change to match your mod’s. however, the neck of the npc will morph to match the weight you set in the ck and thus miraak may have a permanent gap between his body and neck. loading a save before the miraak follower mod’s quest sends you to get some sleep at raven rock and then check his temple is best in such case, because then the game will spawn miraak in with body weight modded and thus no neck gap!

once loaded, locate your miraak follower, click him in the console, use the unequipall command to get him naked, maybe even toggleai to keep him still. take a look at your homeboi. no grey face? body textures loaded as intended? he looks like you expected? good. dress him up again and go kill some bandits. or use some Other Type of mod to enjoy that new face and body. but if no, click him in the console again and type disable then enable a few times. eventually he should pop into his new textures. it took me quite a few resurrect commands before his grey face bug disappeared.

and... that’s it. really. i dind’t explain much, because these two vids is all you need to know how to make a custom face and body for miraak. they do a really amazing job at explaining, plus the first vid has a doc file in the describtion that you can download and use in the future. it’s very easy to follow step by step.

all i can add from myself is that don’t despair if shit doesn’t work for quite some time. it took me like a dozen attempts before my miraak .esp began working as intended and even to this moment i worry that something might break. just try again, make a fresh clean .esp, reinstall miraak follower mod if something got overwritten. look for more tutorials online. if you feel like making him standalone is way too hard, make him dependant on cosmetic mods, you won’t have to create custom texture files, but in case any of these mods get deleted, your miraak might end up bald or without eyes XD

TL;DR

i just used these two vids for the entire process, exept i didn’t create a follower, i edited an existing one from miraak follower mod.

#ask #the-lone-maverick #the elder scrolls #tesv #tes5 #skyrim #dragonborn #miraak #bethesda #modding #miraak follower #ck #custom follower

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Haven DVD commentaries; 5.13 - Chosen

Commentary with Gabrielle Stanton and Matt McGuiness (and another brief appearance by Assistant Josh) [Josh’s surname isn’t mentioned in any of these but from a brief googling I assume this is Josh Brandon]

MMG: Welcome to the commentary for the final episode of season five, the name of which escapes me right now GS: It’s called Chosen. It’s been, how many months since we shot this? MMG: Oh, seven or eight months maybe. GS: Yeah so we might just fall silent, like; Wow I forgot about this! MMG: I’m already mesmerised by how good our show looks. I really think it looks so good. We’re picking up here directly after the last episode, and this is a real jaw dropping moment [Charlotte revealing that she’s Mara’s mother] GS: We’re kind of hoping that no one saw this coming. If all went well no one did. I know Adam certainly didn’t see it coming. MMG: This was fun for us with Adam Copeland because, fans will know that Adam was a wrestler, and we’ve sort of watching him matriculate as an actor on Haven. And now, I remember saying to him that he was going to get to do all sorts of new and interesting things. I never said to him that he was going to get to find out that the woman you’re sleeping with comes from another dimension. GS: No. We said ��love interest’ but then I think we kept it a little vague after that. MMG: And we didn’t tell him what was going to happen with his love interest. And he played it great.

[On screen Charlotte is talking about microscopes as a metaphor for this world and hers being different and separate] MMG: There’s one of the two microscopes. I was not thrilled with those microscope choices. Put them a little closer together, perhaps. We were not there for this episode. A lot of times we go up to Canada when we shoot these, which is super fun. It’s like going to camp, seeing everybody and running around, but for this episode we were furiously writing. GS: I think we were already writing the premiere of the next season. MMG: Yeah, so we couldn’t go up. GS: I thought Laura [as Charlotte] played this whole thing very well. MMG: She was great.

[As we see Duke deep in thought outside the Gull] GS: Oh this was kind of cool. Obviously finales often set up a whole bunch of stuff for the up coming season, but this finale in particular set up a lot of stuff to come back to in the next season. MMG: I really like this scene. This is one of those scenes that I like because it manages to be horrific and kind of gory in a way, but if you are twisted like I am, it sort of makes me giggle a little bit too. My buddy Chris makes his own Kaluha. GS: I didn’t even know you could. MMG: It’s very easy to make GS: What’s in it? MMG: I don’t know. But he makes Kaluha and I drink it. Happily. [As stuff starts exploding] GS: I thought the effects were really good here. MMG: Yeah this scene came out great. [As the guy explodes] MMG: That effect was a little odd, but it still worked out great. GS: A little over the top but still kind of awesome. [As Duke’s line about needing to see a doctor ] MMG: And Eric delivered this line well.

MMG: And here’s our lovely theme music, I love it. My kids sing it. Well, hum along to it

[Credits on screen: Editor - Thorben Bieger] MMG: This was edited by Thorben. His name is Thorben and I wrote an episode of Haven back in season three and there was a guy in it named Thor [pronounced Tor], which was a shortened version of Thorben. And I remember people saying that wasn’t a real name, no one’s named Thorben, that’s ridiculous. And I thought, well our editor is named Thorben.

[Gloria making a scene in the hospital to cover for Duke] GS: I love Gloria. Let’s do the Gloria spin off. MMG: Jayne Eastwood loves this kind of stuff. She was great here.

[As Duke arrives to talk to Charlotte] MMG: This is another cool moment, this episode was full of cool moments. GS: Well it’s cool because everyone knows something that the other person doesn’t know, in every scene MMG: Right. There’s a lot of secrets. And look how great Laura looks with her hair down. GS: I know, I was so happy when we brought it down. The second we were going to change her from a doctor to Audrey’s mother, we were like; bring the hair down! [Charlotte to Duke; Remove your shirt please.] GS: And the fans go wild. [As we see the handprints on Duke] GS: And even wilder. Can I say, that little handprint right on his butt, we were told that was very important that that was there.

GS: Oh this is a cool scene coming up [Audrey and Mara talking in the bronco]. How did they shoot it, was there special effects, or? MMG: This was a cool scene. But no, I think they just shot over … well let’s see but I’m pretty sure they used Lydia our stunt double. GS: So they didn’t do any split screen MMG: I don’t think so. This kind of stuff is so fun for Emily, and this was a really good Mara performance. And the dialogue in this scene is fantastic, really it’s clever. GS: Wait, didn’t you write this episode? MMG: Yes I did. GS: Ah ha, that explains it.

MMG: Can you turn it up Josh, I can barely hear … Oh, I had the wrong - OK that’s better. Don’t laugh like I did something wrong. GS: No, no! The technology is all new to us. We have new exciting technology for this year’s commentary.

[Mara talking to Audrey] MMG: There is an homage in this scene, a line of dialogue from a very famous science fiction show; “make the Troubles look like a square dance.” GS: Oh I remember you telling me what it was at the time …

MMG: Oh this scene [with the kids on the boat] was great as well. The name John-John [the school kid] came from a top ranked ASP surfer named John-John Florence, who is nothing like that kid but I just liked the name John-John. Am I going to get sued for that? GS: I don’t think so. Because you said they’re not alike. MMG: Yeah I just like the name. GS: This turned out really well too [the kids trapped in the boat as it starts to fill with water]. We were kind of nervous trying to picture how it was going to turn out. You know, when you write on the page ‘and suddenly the boat is being crushed by ropes’ you’re kind of wondering exactly how it’s going to work. [The teacher on screen; I am so fired] MMG: That was an ad lib right there.

[Dave justifying his daytime drinking; The sun’s past the yardarm] MMG: That is lifted from my friend Danna. She’s from Maine and she always says that; the sun’s past the yardarm. Which means the sun’s past the little thing that sticks out on the mast, so it’s five o’clock. GS: It’s five o’clock somewhere. And if I had visions like that, I’d be drinking too.

[Nathan and Audrey talking outside the bronco as she nurses her head where Mara hit her] GS: Where did they shoot this? This is right near Nicky’s, in Chester I think. MMG: Sure looks like it. But I think we’re trying to hide where … Oh yeah! We are trying to hide where it is because, I remember this was a production nightmare, it was supposed to be right outside of the lab because Audrey goes in talk to Charlotte at the end of this scene. This was a very tricky piece of production right here.p

[Audrey talking to Mara in the lab] MMG: This was an interesting scene because we really wanted Audrey, someone who’s been looking for her mother for her entire life, to connect with this woman somehow. But it was hard. GS: But it’s a nice setup, for everything that happens in our next season.

*gap in the commentary as they are both silent for a while* GS: Josh is like, please say something guys. Alright, you would think after doing four years of these we would be in some way better at them. MMG: You know what? You can hate yourself, but I refuse to live my life that way. I think we’ve been doing great at this. GS: I don’t think there are supposed to be these big stretches of dead air. My problem is I don’t watch the commentaries on other DVDs, even shows I love, just because doing that makes me feel like I’m being pulled out of it like the universe doesn’t really exist. But I should because then maybe I’d be better at these. MMG: Sometimes I just get sucked into the scene and I just start watching the show.

MMG: It is interesting to contemplate Charlotte as Audrey’s mother, and you start thinking; there is a vague, sort of passing resemblance there in an odd kind of way. GS: There is. The nose, and the eyes are similar.

MMG: I like the giant card catalogue in the back of this office [the Herald]. I always expect them to open it up and pull out a dewey decimal system card or something. GS: This was always one of my favourite sets. It seems the most Haven. And also the Gull but that was always such a nightmare to shoot in. [Duke, to Vince: If you know where an open thinny is, then you are going to tell me right now. Or I am going to beat you to death. With him.] GS: I really like that line. MMG: I got grief for that line. People felt Duke was being a bully or something. GS: Ah, they could take Duke down if they wanted to. They put up with him.

[The location with the boat full of school kids] MMG: That’s North West Cove, is it not? GS: I think it is. Up by the Grey Gull where all the lobster traps are. That had to be a terrible job [for the actors playing the school kids in the water-filled boat]. I’m sure that water was not super MMG: Oh yeah there were some tough local kids who just got drenched all day, I suspect.

[Charlotte explaining the merge-Audrey-with-Mara plan to Nathan] MMG: I like this scene. GS: Nathan’s like; WHAT? MMG: Look how great our show looks. No it really does. Maybe it’s this computer? I just think it looks great. GS: No, it does. It’s that grey rainy weather that’s so difficult to shoot in but looks great on screen. MMG: This is bad news for Nathan. GS: And I think what’s so surprising to him is that Audrey’s going along with it.

MMG: What’s with Audrey’s jacket with the American flag on the arm? Has she borrowed that? GS: Is that her cop jacket? No, I think that’s just a random jacket. MMG: This was very emotionally tricky bit [Audrey convincing Nathan to let Charlotte do the merge thing]. I’m now having total ‘PTSD’ on writing this episode becuase it was very, very challenging. Actually, Josh just looked at me, we could tell a funny story about Josh right now. My recollection is, I was struggling with the idea that Nathan’s motivation in an earlier draft was basically to let Audrey go. And that made it very hard to sort of keep him driving, and have these moments. But it was Josh’s suggestion, and it plays out in this scene, where he basically gives the ‘stay alive and I will find you and I will bring you back’ speech. Do I have that right Josh? Josh: Yep. GS: Nathan is nothing if not determined. MMG: And diligent. It’s called love, don’t hate it. GS: I could never hate love. If these two weren’t made for each other, who are.

MMG: Ah, the Cape Rouge. Which isn’t at the bottom of the ocean any more I don’t think. They floated it. GS: The actual boat, that we used for the exterior shots, sank. The hull finally rusted out and it hit the bottom. Fortunately where it was, the water wasn’t too deep so I don’t think the entire thing ever went entirely under.

MMG: That was a slightly confusing cut. We went from Duke in his boat, to the kids in the sinking boat - like woah Duke, there’s kids drowning in the bottom of your boat.

[Mara coming to talk to a chained up Duke in the hold of the Rouge] MMG: This was one of those scenes that comes out in a way that’s not exactly how you’d imagined. But I like it. GS: These two actually could have lived happily ever after too, in a different universe. MMG: For sure. We miss Mara. GS: She was a great character. You loved to hate her. MMG: I liked to write her. She was fun. GS: Yes, super fun to write. Characters who are a little darker or have more of an edge are always (for me at least) more fun to write. A little more complicated. That’s why Duke was always really fun to write. MMG: Yep

[Charlotte and Dwight’s conversation] GS: I thought Adam did a great job in this scene. MMG: Yeah. His last line’s good, because he’s very vulnerable.

GS: This was such a tricky episode, because we had to have our Trouble of the week, but I always felt that no one was caring about anything except what was going on with Charlotte and Mara and Audrey. MMG: This was a very difficult episode, and I’m now remembering. It was terrible. I remember we all squeezed into Adam Higg’s, what was that room in his apartment building. GS: Oh the conference room in his building. Why were we in there? Josh: The plumbing went out. GS: Oh that’s right. The plumbing went out here and one of our writer’s lived just up the block so we all went and took over his apartment building. MMG: Which had a giant fish tank. GS: And a really nice pool. Really nice apartment building.

[Nathan finding Gloria emptying the Gull of its alcohol] MMG: This was another scene that didn’t come out exactly as I had imagined it. But Jayne Eastwood is just a delight. I slow danced with Jayne at the wrap party. It was very, very fun, but I’m going to stop that story right there.

MMG: This was hard for Emily. God, there were so many vectors in this. Because she also had to be getting sick in this sequence too. That was tricky, she had a lot going on.

[As the Troubled guy is talking to his daughter trapped in the boat and telling her how much he loves her] MMG: I have three daughters, so I always like to write this kind of stuff. By that I don’t mean drowning them. But you get to use someone else as a mouthpiece to write little speeches to your kids.

MMG: Ah, the seaplane. This was going to be a boat, and then we changed it to a seaplane.

[As Charlotte is confirming to Audrey that merging with Mara will effectively mean she dies] MMG: Oh my god, there were so many tricky scenes in this episode. Explaining so much stuff. GS: I think Emily loved playing Mara. MMG: She did. She’s having a great time. And this is our goodbye to Mara, sadly. And these were Charlotte’s first little hints about “Dad” in this scene I think. Both actresses do a great job here. It’s tricky stuff here.

[As Duke and Nathan meet at the seaplane place] MMG: There’s a LOT going on between these two here GS: In one draft didn’t they take swings at each other here? MMG: I don’t know. That should have been stung with music right there, that Duke’s plan was to kill Mara. And there’s Duke once again being slightly noble; doesn’t want to explode in Haven, wants to go and explode in the void.

[As the wind starts blowing stuff over by Duke and Nathan] GS: I remember we had so many discussions about what this was going to look like. MMG: This didn’t come out exactly as we’d imagined either. We’d imagined that everything was going towards them, sort of like a singularity. But the wind seemed to be blowing in a variety of directions there. This is a great shot [looking down on Duke and Nathan] and this one [as we see Charlotte and Audrey kneeling, before the reveal that it is Audrey and not Mara]. That pile of clothing looks like it should be smoking, like Terminator.

[As Audrey and Nathan hug] GS: Aw, yey! Duke’s like; how come I’m not getting a hug? [As Charlotte tells Duke Mara turned the Trouble bomb off] GS: It’s a happy ending! But wait … can it really be a happy ending on Haven? [As we see Duke’s black eyes] GS: His eyes look good. MMG: Yep.

[As Vince and Dave find CROATOAN carved in the rock] GS: That is very neat handwriting, wow. MMG: I was just thinking that. So perfectly spaced. Ah that’s OK. [As they see the fog wall going up through the trees] GS: That’s a cool shot. MMG: Yep, I agree.

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Dangerous Creatures | Chapter 21: Burned Creatures

Summary: Mackenzie Alemaund is an unlucky 18 year old teenager whose life changes drastically after she gets kidnapped by two vampires and learns, in the same day, that she is not human.

Pairing: Elijah x OC

Words: 4782

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there, besides I couldn’t have it edited! I hope you’ll like it!

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Mackenzie had been sitting against the grey cold wall of the storage room for hours. She had been there all night, ever since Stefan had left the house and Elena had gone to bed. She first wanted to warn Elijah but thought better of it when she remembered Esther would be there. She had to wait until morning, or it would raise suspicions. So, instead, she went to the storage room where she had left her car and her mother’s chest before leaving Mystic Falls with Katherine six months ago. She was going through grimoires and old journals, trying to find something, anything that could help her and Elijah stop Esther. She was reading about phoenixes when sunlight appeared from beneath the door.

She wondered if Elena would notice she was gone. She had packed up her things and left nothing behind. She hadn’t thought twice about it. She was done. Elena was a lying hypocrite and she couldn’t bear living in her house, under the same roof as her. She’d have succumbed to the fire and burn it all down.

The fire inside of her hadn’t disappeared or calmed down. On the contrary, it seemed Mackenzie had tamed it. It was animating her, motivating her. She knew what she wanted to do and she would stop at nothing to do it. She had just gotten Elijah back and she wasn’t going to lose him again. She was one of the most powerful creatures on this planet and it was time she started acting like it.

She didn’t even bother to call before showing up at the house. Her bags and her mother’s chest in the trunk of her car. She was relieved to sense that Esther was away. From what she could tell, only three Originals were inside, and she hoped Elijah was one of them.

She hesitated, unsure on how to proceed. How would she even tell any of them that their mother were plotting to kill them all?

She knocked once, then twice and was surprised to receive no answer. It’s not like they couldn’t hear her, they were vampires after all, they could hear anything. Deciding that a door wouldn’t stop her, she entered uninvited and started to look for Elijah in the labyrinth that was the house.

She jumped, startled, as he appeared out of nowhere right in front of her. They were in a hallway, Mackenzie wasn’t sure exactly where. This house was enormous.

“What are you doing here?” he asked with a worried look on his face.

“We need to talk,” she told him, the look on her face and her tone making it clear it was extremely important.

“What is it?”

She hesitated. “Maybe you should sit…” she said, bringing a hand to his arm but he quickly took it in his and stepped forward.

“What is it?”

She sighed, then looked around. “Where is your mother?”

“I don’t know. Mackenzie, tell me.”

“It’s…” she paused. He already knew something was up. He knew Elena had lied last night so what she was about to tell him wouldn’t be a complete surprise, but still… It wouldn’t be pleasant to hear. “I overheard Elena and Stefan last night. She said your mother… she said she wanted to kill you all, she said… she said she signed your death sentences.”

The look on his face confirmed the information didn’t surprise him, but it still hurt deeply. Of course it did.

“What else?”

“Nothing else. It’s all they said, I don’t know any more than that.”

“I think Finn is working with her,” he admitted, he probably had started investigating on his own. “He hates what we are, he always has.”

“Elijah, I’m so sorry.”

“There’s no time for that,” he blinked the tears away, but not fast enough that Mackenzie didn’t see it, “I think now would be the right time to ask Ms. Gilbert exactly what she knows. Do you wish to stay behind?” he asked, knowing this was about to get ugly.

“No,” she said immediately, she didn’t need to think about it. She had readied herself for this. “I said I’d help you, and I will. Tell me what I have to do.”

***

Convincing Elena to come with them had been easy. Mackenzie tried her best to stay calm and appear friendly as the doppelganger smiled at Elijah like she hadn’t signed his death sentence just the night before. She hadn’t even noticed that Mackenzie had moved out. Maybe it was for the best as that would make her ask questions, but she couldn’t help but think that Elena didn’t really care.

Elijah drove them to the woods, explaining he was taking them to a place where he used to go when he was human.

“I forgot how much I missed this land,” he told them as he got out of the car.

“I can’t even imagine what it must have been like a thousand years ago,” Elena replied.

“You know your school was built over an Indian village? Where I saw my first werewolf. The town square was where the natives would gather to worship. Matter of fact, near that there was a field where wild horses used to graze,” he said as he led them further inside the woods. He stopped in front of a series of large rocks and smiled as he approached them.

“Do you know this place too?”

“I do. Below us is a cavern I used to play in as a boy. It connects to a system of tunnels that stretch across the entire area. Nature’s way of providing us with shelter against the savagery of the full moon. My mother said there must be a balance.”

Elena looked down, tucked her hair behind her ear and started to shift from one foot to the other. Mackenzie could see she was becoming uncomfortable. It all probably pricked her conscience.

“Elijah, I should probably go…”

“I admire you, Elena. You remind me of qualities I valued long before my mother turned us. It’s not in your nature to be deceitful and yet when I asked you about your meeting with my mother… you lied to my face.”

Elena opened her mouth but no sound came out of it. Mackenzie wondered what lies she was going to say to get out of this one.

“It’s not true. I told you that all your mother wanted was a new start…”

“Collateral damage,” Mackenzie cut her off, and the doppelganger gave her a distressed look, which didn’t faze her. “I think that’s what you called him. Klaus will die and Elijah is just… collateral damage, is what you said.” Elena’s scared eyes moved from Elijah to Mackenzie, understanding that she was in trouble and that she had no friends around to help her. “Tell the truth, for once.”

“I never wanted this to happen,” she breathed out with an apologetic look on her face.

“What, Elena?” Elijah said firmly as he stepped towards her.

Her eyes found Mackenzie once again but understood from the look on her face that she wouldn’t help her. The elemental was burning with calm rage, the fire like warms running up and down her veins.

“We were told that whatever was gonna be in that coffin was gonna kill Klaus. When we found out that it was your mother, we didn’t know what to think.”

“I am tired of listening to your excuses, Elena,” Mackenzie said. She hadn’t listened to them after she had stabbed Rebekah, she wasn’t going to listen to them now. “Tell us what we want to know.”

Elena swallowed. “When she asked to see me… I… I thought that maybe she could help. That she would find a way to kill Klaus, but it’s not just Klaus she wants to kill.”

“We know that,” Mackenzie interrupted her.

“I’m so sorry, I wish there was something I could do to help.”

Mackenzie scoffed. She remembered the plan and what Elijah had told her about the ground, that it would be easily dissolved into nothing. She fisted a hand, her powers gathering inside her fist, before she let go. The ground before them crumbled before it disappeared, falling into the caves below. Elena gasped as she took a few steps back, then looked up at Mackenzie with wild eyes.

“Be careful what you wish for.”

***

Stepping inside the Salvatores’ house with the intention of threatening them both didn’t scare Mackenzie one bit. Of course, Elijah’s presence was reassuring, but she could defend herself now. She wasn’t the same person she had been seven months ago, when Damon had trapped her against the wall of his dining room, and she had been unable to defend herself. Now, he would be the one at her mercy, if it came to it.

Damon was there, but he hadn’t heard them come in. He was on the phone with whom Mackenzie guessed was Alaric from the sound of it. Elijah sat on the armchair near the fireplace, waiting for the eldest Salvatore to notice their presence. Mackenzie stared at the fire behind him. It burned there like it burned inside of her. It was controlled now, but what would happen if control was lost? If it started to spread?

“What are you doing here?”

She turned when she heard Damon growl from behind her. She slowly took a step towards where Elijah was sitting, resting her arm against the top of the chair.

“It appears we have a problem,” Elijah replied with a calm voice. “Where is your brother?”

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe we should wait for him, then. After all, I’m sure he’d want to know what has to be done for Elena to survive this day.”

Damon opened his mouth then closed it. He frowned as he looked up at Mackenzie.

“What are you doing?” he asked her.

She tilted her head. Wasn’t it obvious? “I’m helping my friends survive this day.”

The vampire grimaced. He was about to say something back when the front door opened, and Stefan appeared behind him. “I can’t find Elena,” he said before he saw the Original and the elemental in his living room.

“They have Elena,” his brother informed him.

“Actually, she’s with Rebekah,” Elijah corrected. “As you can imagine, my sister is just dying to tear her throat out,” he said with an amused tone. Mackenzie didn’t find it amusing, she was too angry for that. But when Stefan looked up at her, she raised an eyebrow, making it clear what side she was on. And it wasn’t Elena’s. “So, if you want to save Elena’s life, I need you to help me stop my mother.”

“I’m a little embarrassed to admit, but when it comes to killing thousand-year-old resurrected witches, I’m a little rusty,” Damon said.

“Yes, unfortunately, even when killed my mother doesn’t seem to want to stay dead. Not with the spirits of nature at her side.”

“So what are we supposed to do?” Stefan asked.

“The witches that released my mother,” Elijah said. “She’s drawing her power from their bloodline. That line needs to be broken.”

“Broken?” Stefan frowned. “You want us to kill them?”

“No,” Mackenzie said. “A dead witch is still a witch.” She knew that all too well, after all, dead witches had tried to kill her not so long ago.

“For the line to be broken, we need one of them to stop being a witch,” Elijah explained. “You know, I’d do it myself, but I have absolutely no idea where they are. Besides, seeing me, they’d immediately know my intent. They won’t expect to be harmed by the likes of you.”

“Wait,” Stefan said. “Who are the witches?”

“My mother is drawing power from the Bennett line.”

“You want us to turn Bonnie into a vampire?” Stefan asked, giving Mackenzie a baffled look.

“I don’t care who you turn,” she replied, finding herself unable to sympathize with a witch, even with Bonnie, especially if she was helping Esther kill Elijah.

“What’s wrong with you? Bonnie is your friend!”

“She would be if she weren’t trying to kill my other friends,” she snarled.

“In any case,” Elijah said as he stood up, “you have until six minutes after 9.”

“Oh, how super-specific of you,” Damon frowned.

“By 9:07 the moon will be full and my mother will have the power she needs to kill me and my family. If you do not stop her before then, Rebekah will kill Elena. So we all have our timeline. I suggest you get started.”

Mackenzie followed Elijah out of the house in silence. What she hadn’t told them is that if they failed to stop Ester, she’d kill them all herself.

***

It was getting late and Stefan and Damon still hadn’t found Bonnie and her mother. Mackenzie had tried a few times to do a locator spell, but it seemed that Esther had managed to find a way to keep herself hidden. As the hour grew late, the fire inside of her grew stronger. Her anger towards them all wasn’t going away and she doubted she’d ever forgive them, even if Elijah survived.

The Original could see something was wrong with Mackenzie. She was quiet and cold. He knew she worried about him. And even though he had agreed for her to come and help, he couldn’t help but worry about her. He had dragged her into a world where she had to do terrible things for him and for herself. Kidnapping Elena and threatening her life was possibly the worst thing she had ever been a part of, and it was all his fault.

How selfish he was.

He knew his brothers were at the Grill and he parked his car near the restaurant in silence. They hadn’t said a word since they had left the Salvatores.

“I’m sorry about all of this,” he said after they exited the car.

Mackenzie looked up at him and frowned. “People are trying to kill you,” she said. “What do you have to be sorry about?”

“I’m sorry I dragged you into it.”

She didn’t reply. She stopped, took his hand on hers before looking up at him. “I’m not. I’m happy to help. I don’t want to lose you again.”

He gave her a small smile. He brought a hand to her face, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“You’re too good for me.”

She chuckled as she looked down, trying to hide her reddening cheeks. But he slid a finger under her chin and made her look up at him. She forced herself to fight her shyness and look him in the eyes.

“I believe we were interrupted last night.”

She swallowed. “Yes, we were,” she whispered.

Like he had the previous night, he leaned forward, his nose brushing against hers, his breath caressing her face, his lips so close to hers.

But like the previous night, he stopped.

She looked up as she heard him gasp in pain and saw his skin turning grey, as if he had just been daggered.

“Elijah!”

He collapsed to the ground and took her down with him. Mackenzie started to panic, wondering if they were too late, if Esther had started the ritual early, before the full moon had reach its highest point. She took his face in her shaking hands, trying to bring him back like she had that one time after Alaric had stabbed him in the back. But as she sent her magic his way, it faced a wall, as if the door was closed and no magic could bring him back.

“No,” she cried, “no, please, no.”

She felt like her heart had stopped with his. Tears fell down her cheeks as she feared the reason why her magic wouldn’t help was because he was dead. Not daggered dead, but dead dead, with no coming back. She couldn’t bear to look at him, at his desiccated body, his closed eyes, his immobile chest. She felt like she had failed him again. She had been right there, but she couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t stop it.

She cried and begged for what seemed like an eternity. But after a couple of minutes, the door opened suddenly, and her magic reached the original vampire. She gasped as she felt their magic blend, becoming one. And when his heart started beating again, so did hers.

He gasped his way back to life, pain leaving his body as colors returned to it. He barely got the time to sit up that Mackenzie’s arms were around his neck. He was panting and still confused but hugged her back as he heard her cry.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. You… you were dead,” she said, letting go of him, before she wiped the tears off her cheeks.

“I feel like I was just daggered,” he told her as he got up.

“You’re linked to your siblings, maybe one of them was.”

“The Salvatores are trying to find a loophole, no doubt.”

“It has to be Kol, nobody knows where Rebekah is.”

“Come on.”

They hurried to the Grill where they found Klaus fighting Damon and Stefan in the dark alley behind the restaurant. Kol was still unconscious on the ground. Elijah and Mackenzie arrived just in time to stop Klaus from killing Damon.

“Leave him,” Elijah told him from the top of the stairs. Klaus slowly turned around, obviously extremely unhappy. “We still need him, Niklaus.”

“What did mother do?” he asked, having heard from Damon that he was working with Esther. “What did she do, Elijah?” he asked again as he received no answer.

“You tell me where the witches are or I’ll have my sister kill Elena right now,” Elijah said as he walked down the stairs.

Damon looked up at the town’s clock which indicated 8:30. “You told me we had until after 9!”

“I’m sure Rebekah would be more than happy to start her work early.”

“Mackenzie,” Stefan said as he stood up. “Don’t do this.”

She frowned, wondering why he was asking her for anything. She tilted her head, contemplating her options. Seeing Elijah die again had made her fire burn hotter, stronger. She wasn’t thinking clearly, she wasn’t herself, but she was too furious to even notice. They had daggered Kol, they had hurt Elijah and Rebekah, they were trying to buy themselves enough time for Esther to kill her children. They weren’t listening. They weren’t helping. So she thought if Damon wouldn’t do it for Elena, maybe he’ll do it for his brother.

As soon as Stefan was back up on his feet, he fell back to his knees, screaming in pain.

“What are you doing?” Damon asked, panicked and confused.

She looked down at him from atop the stairs where she was still standing. “Motivating you,” she shrugged. “Answer the question.”

She ignored Klaus’ impressed look on his face, the smile and the nod of approval he sent her way. She didn’t see Elijah’s concerned frown.

“They’re at the witches’ house,” Damon growled.

Stefan stopped screaming.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Klaus said.

“Go, end the Bennett line,” Elijah told the two brothers. “We will stop our mother.”

Damon and Stefan looked at each other before they disappeared. Mackenzie walked down the stairs, crouched near Kol and placed her hand on his chest.

“What is she doing?” Klaus asked.

“Just watch, brother.”

Kol gasped his way back to life, like his brother had done a few minutes ago. He was as confused as Elijah had been.

“How did you do that?” Klaus asked but Mackenzie only shrugged.

She was getting used to the fire in her veins, the burning that had been driving her all day and that was only getting worse. She didn’t realize how much it was changing her. But Elijah saw it, even though he didn’t understand it.

“Go back to the house,” Elijah told her.

“What?”

“It’s too dangerous for you to come with us. The Salvatores will stop the Bennett line and my mother will be stopped,” he explained as he approached her. He took her concerned face in his hands. “We will be fine. I don’t want you to see this.”

“But…”

“Go,” he cut her off. “Now.”

He handed his car keys to her. She looked at them for a moment before she took them with a sigh.

“Be careful.”

“We will be,” he nodded.

He kissed her forehead before he disappeared with his brothers.

***

Kol never came back. An hour after Mackenzie had arrived at the Mikaelson house, Klaus and Elijah had returned unharmed but without their little brother. The hybrid didn’t even acknowledge the elemental’s presence as he walked pass her in the hall where she had been waiting. Elijah was standing in the doorway, waiting for her to follow him outside. There was pain, grief and shame on his face.

“What happened?” she asked once they stood in the driveway.

“Abby Bennett is no longer a witch. My mother and Finn fled. So did Kol.”

“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned by the cold tone of his voice. She stepped towards him, but he stepped away. Whatever her mother had said, it had hurt him deeply.

“Today, I did things I abhor to protect my family. I threatened an innocent girl and had someone turn into a vampire to save us.”

“Elena’s far from innocent.”

“No, she’s not. She was looking out for herself, because we do deserve to die, Mackenzie!” he said with a loud voice that made her jump. “For everything that we did to her. And everything that we did to you.”

Mackenzie shook her head, confused. “What, you… you haven’t done anything…”

“I put you in danger the second I asked you for your help. Then and now. And I’ve seen you change. Today… I didn’t recognize you. When you hurt Stefan I…”

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She wasn’t proud of that, but she didn’t regret it either. He had it coming. He had daggered Kol. He had planned their deaths. He was the enemy.

“This is not who you are, Mackenzie. This is who I made you. You should not have to put yourself at risk for me of for my family and you should not have to threaten or hurt anyone for us,” he paused. She couldn’t stop the tears in her eyes or the pain inside her chest. “I don’t want you to become like us. Because my mother is right. We’re monsters. And you… you’re better than that. You are good and gentle and compassionate. And I can’t be responsible for taking that away from you.”

“Elijah, I…”

“My mother made us vampires. But she didn’t make us monsters. We did that to ourselves. You’re better off without us, Mackenzie. You’re better off without me,” he said, taking her face in his hands and wiping the tears away from her face.

“Elijah,” she cried, as she understood what he was saying. “I don’t have anyone else.”

He gave her a sad smile before he kissed her forehead. “You will be fine,” he whispered. “Goodbye, Mackenzie.”

She didn’t get the time to say anything, to stop him, because he was already gone. She gasped like she had just received a blow to the chest. She tried to wipe the tears away from her cheeks before she realized they weren’t tears. It was raining.

She didn’t know how long she stood there, alone, in the cold rain, crying all the tears in her body. She didn’t know if she should blame Elena, or herself, or Esther. She didn’t know if she should blame anyone. It wasn’t fair, she thought. He hadn’t changed her, not in the way he thought. He hadn’t done this to her. She was who is she was, and she had no regret. And she would have told him that if he had given her the chance.

“I told you she could make it rain,” an unfamiliar male voice said from somewhere Mackenzie couldn’t identify.

She jumped, startled. She looked around but couldn’t see anyone, though now that she focused, she could tell there was a witch close and someone else, something else she didn’t recognize.

“Of course she can make it rain,” a female voice replied. “She controls water.”

They both had odd accents Mackenzie couldn’t place. The man sounded British or Australian maybe. The woman had what Mackenzie could only guess was a French accent. Hearing them talk, knowing one of them was a witch, she started to worry. Were they witches coming to kill her? How did they know she could control water? And how did they know she was making it rain? She didn’t even know that herself.

“Where are you?”

She heard the man laugh. It wasn’t a scary laugh or a threatening laugh. It was almost a childish-like. He appeared suddenly, a few feet before Mackenzie, who jumped again, startled by the sudden apparition.

He was a tall, handsome man with a big bright smile on his face. He was wearing odd clothes that looked like they were from the 19th century. A brown suit and a beige shirt. He couldn’t have been older than thirty. The woman appeared next to him, seemingly coming out of nowhere. She probably was one of the most beautiful women Mackenzie had ever seen. She was in her late twenties maybe early thirties. Her clothes were as strange as her companion’s. It was a long bordeaux dress, with a corset. She was wearing a necklace of pearls with the letter B hanging from it. They looked like they belonged to another century.

“You know,” the woman said. “If Aella knew you were crying after an Original, she’d roll over in her grave.”

Mackenzie frowned at the mention of her mother. “Who are you?”

The man chuckled. “Sorry, sorry,” he quickly said. “How rude of us. Of course you don’t remember, you were just a baby when we last saw you.”

Her eyes grew big as she realized who they were, as she recognized them from her mother’s stories. “Oh my God,” she breathed out. “You’re…”

“Alexander Davidson,” he said with a low and elegant bow. “At your service.”

“I’m Heidi Beauregard,” the witch introduced herself, not bothering with a courtesy, which Mackenzie wouldn’t complain about. “We’ve been watching you, Mackenzie.”

“What?”

“When the spell we cast on you was broken, we felt it immediately,” Alexander explained. “We thought you were dead.”

“A simple locator spell led us here. To our surprise, you were living with Elijah Mikaelson.”

Alexander laughed again. They were the exact opposite of each other. Heidi kept her face strict and serious while he couldn’t stop smiling and joking.

“We didn’t dare intervene,” he said.

“We were curious to know if you could fend for yourself.”

“When you ended up in the big bad wolf’s claws, we thought we’d come to the rescue.”

“But then you ended up leaving town with Katerina Petrova, of all people,” Heidi said, like she disapproved.

“But at least she helped you practice your magic.”

“But you are still grossly untrained.”

“So we thought, now that you’re alone, maybe you could use some company.”

“And some lessons. Especially now that you’re letting your fire consume you.”

Mackenzie stared in silence. The cold rain made her shiver. She didn’t know if she was happy to see them. Of course, she was happy to meet them, and her mother had said they were friends and allies, they were her godparents after all. But meeting them in person was something Mackenzie hadn’t expected. Something she wasn’t ready for. Especially not now and not there. She didn’t know what to think about them spying on her, though she supposed it was reassuring, in a way. At least, they cared about her. They had kept their promises to her mother. And they were still keeping it, nineteen years later.

“So?” Heidi asked, sounding impatient. “Are you coming?”

“We’re a lot of fun, I promise,” Alexander winked as he held out a hand to her.

Maybe it was crazy to even consider it. But as she looked at his hand, she remembered everything her mother had told her about him, about them. About what they did for her, for them both, even before she was born.

And Heidi was right. She was untrained. She had all this power and no idea how to use it.

And she was alone. Again. She didn’t like being alone.

She looked up at her, then at him, before she took his hand.

*****

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minyoongisjiminie · 5 years

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“I want to make you mine” (myg+kth)

(gif credit: @calicomewmew)

ship: yoongi x taehyung (taegi)

genre: fluff

disclaimer: none :)

synopsis: taehyung and yoongi are best friends, sharing a strong bond for several years. taehyung is a passionate photographer who puts his emotions into his work, always having his muse right by his side..

inspiration: this really damn cute edit i saw on insta :( + scenery by tae

a/n: yea, so basically i’m in love with all kinds of bts ships :( and these two make me so soft istg it’s nearly impossible to make me go uwu but these two literally made me insane :’( so I listened to scenery and I had this cute little idea in my mind: hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it, as much as i loved writing it

word count: 1,5k

Before both of the boys left their home they double checked if the weather was really as grey and windy as their phones predicted. Taehyung assured his friend that it was indeed really important for him to have a more triste and sad surrounding for his pictures, rather than a more colorful bright weather.

“yaaaaah.. dude you’re so weird! who the fuck goes to take pictures when it looks like that?” Yoongi widely opened his eyes and made a gesture with his hand showing the big balcony glass door that showed the sad outside view. He sighed as he realised that his younger friend didn’t seem to care about his words at all. “Are you even listening to me…” He said while pouting, keeping his glance at the wooden floor.

Taehyung held his camera in his hand, checked once again if he charged it fully and if the camera is well adjusted for the plans he had in mind. He carefully took a look at the tiny yoongi that was wrapping himself up in thick clothes so he wouldn’t catch a cold. He smiled to himself, keeping the secrets once again from yoongi, trying to not even dare to tell him that he was the only reason he wanted to go on a sudden shooting outside in the woods.

Even though both were complete opposites of each other, they were still inseparable. Of course it was undenieable that little fights now and then couldn’t be prevented. But his love for yoongi was something.. else. Just now in this moment, his older friend didn’t know that taehyung had these kinds of feelings for him. However, Taehyung did not have the plan to letting him know any time soon.

“Come on! It’s going to be just fine! I promise!” Taehyung finally breaks the silence, showing off his pearly teeth and his lips forming into his famous boxy smile.

“Ahh.. it’s so windy!!!”

Yoongi’s hair kept getting messy, due to the strong wind that started to blow around through the forest. His face was buried in the scarf and his small eyes looked tired. He was trampling behind his taller friend and put his hands in his jacket pockets. Even though he loved his friend, he sometimes had the urge to just push him into the next possible stack of loaf. What was he even doing here? He had no business here, and literally could spend his time wisely. But everytime Tae looked at him with a questioning stare, whenever he would ask if he would loved to join him during random shoots like that, his heart just couldn’t say no. Even though he knew that Taehyung would understand if he would decline any time soon.

“Ahh.. isn’t this beautiful?” Taehyung said, while aiming the camera at some tree bracnhes and flowers. Yoongi just rolled his eyes as reply and went further on the path they were following. “Dude.. are you mad?” Taehyung finally broke the awkward atmosphere both were into. “Nah.. it’s just.. it’s cold.. and I’m tired..” Yoongi stood still, rubbing his eyes and going through his messy hair. “I just want to support you, but I don’t know how, Taehyung..” Taehyung smiled and looked at the back of his older friend, that was facing him. Gosh he didn’t even suspect him at all! How completely oblivious he needed to be, to not realise how much in love Tae was with him. Not even filming or shooting his surroundings was as important as spending all the time he had with him.

What a cute grumpy idiot he was..

“Wait up! I want to shoot you!” Yoongi scrunched his nose and gifted him the most weirded out look he ever pulled. “W-Why?” Taehyung chuckled. “Do you trust me?”

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“I don’t feel comfortable ahhhh!” Yoongi screamed in a relatively tiny voice, while Tae showed him the pose he wanted Yoongi to imitate. Taehyung ignored his behavior simply and made sure his outfit looked as messy as he wanted, just to be sure he also scruffled his hair a bit. “Yahhh..” Yoongi replied, now with a more soft tone to it. Since he was really pale, it was so easy to spot when he blushes. Tae’s heart stopped a beat. “Uhh..”

Both of the boys just gazed at each other seeing the other person in a unmasked light. Seeing little scars and imperfections they never recognized before. Like, that tiny little scar under Yoongi’s left eye or that cute little mole on Taehyung’s nose.

In a perspective of an outside viewer, one could clearly think that would be a awkward atmosphere. Nevertheless, the boys didn’t let it be one.

Both quickly, came back to their senses and acted like nothing happened.

Taehyung started to shoot yoongi in the way he wanted to, including the posture and the messy outfit. They were both so silent, the only thing that filled the freezing air was the sound of the clicking camera.

“Hmm..” Soon Taehyung was finished and checked the photos. Right next to him there was Yoongi who was sitting on a big rock exhausted from the modeling job het got himself into. “I don’t know. I’m not happy with it, If I gotta be honest.” His frowning made Yoongi worry a little. Of course he always acted like he didn’t care about the hobby of his friend but deep down he knew how much it meant to him. He wanted to be a part of his passion. If he doesn’t like the pictures… maybe the problem wasn’t the scenery behind him, the lightning or even the angle. Maybe it was him.

“Ahhh! I know what the problem was haha.” Taehyung’s pouty face quickly disappeared and his boxy smile filled his face. Yoongi needed to smile a little. Even though he was really tired.

“Don’t do anything.”

Yoongi was slightly confused. “What do you mean with that?” He replied with a dry smile. “I mean like is there a certain-” Taehyung put his palm towards yoongis face to stop him from talking. “Just talk with me. Don’t act. Just walk as you would walk, smile as you would normally and naturally.” The little one just raised his head and tried to follow along. As Taehyung commanded, he tried to ignore that there was a camera following him, he talked with his friend and both quickly loosened up. There was definitely even a point where Yoongi completely forgot the camera.

“I think that should do.” Taehyung said after a while, putting his camera back into his bag. “Are you sure that you’re happy with the results? You didn’t really check how they came out.” Tae just shook his head and made a gesture with his hand showing that he is sure that is not the case. “Trust me. Remember?”

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“Home sweet home!” Yoongi said in his dark voice sounding more than relieved to be finally back. He quickly disappeared into his room and soon there were no more sounds coming out of it.

After Taehyung booted up the computer, he was opening the door of Yoongi’s room to check if he’s already asleep.

And yes, yes he was.

He didn’t even bother to take of his jacket nor his shoes. Taehyung sighed. Nothing new in this household, that’s for sure. He took of his boots and carefully put his fingers on the leather jacket of his friend. Yoongi was a good sleeper, he never woke up while Tae was trying to put a second pillow under his head or just to make sure he doesn’t have it too warm or too cold.

Before he could leave the room he could hear a muffled voice coming out of yoongis room. Taehyung stopped right at the door.

“Taehyung-ah..”

Yoongi was definitely asleep, but it never occured that he talked in his sleep, or better said, it never happened in a way that Tae could recognize.

He was repeating Tae’s name over and over again. Taehyung could feel his hands getting sweaty. “Hyung?” He just softly replied.

“Hyung loves you.. hyungie is proud of our taehyungie..” He said softly and hardly perceivable and continued to snore into his pillow. “I love you too hyung..” Tae replied, going back to his bed and going through his hyung’s hair slighly. “So much.”

°°°

After the visit to Yoongi’s room, Taehyung was curious to find out how the pictures came out. He quickly put the SD card into his laptop and checked the previous pics.

His calm breathing suddenly stopped.

The comparison of the pictures that he saw between the“model yoongi” and the “real yoongi” he realised how much of a difference it made, if Yoongi was himself or just someone tae wanted him to be. A shiver went down his spine. The pictures were so ethereal, the way he looked at him and smiled softly or the pictures where he would have a slight pout or even the pictures where he would argue with him or tease him, turned out just perfect. He realised how much he was in love with him. And now he knows that his older friend feels the same.

Maybe not in the way Taehyung did. But enough to make him understand, that as long as he stayed as his muse, right by his side. There was nothing he could ask for more.

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queenb-etty · 5 years

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They already love you - Zabdiel De Jesus

A/N: Hey everyone! Okay so this is for @whippedforcnco‘s 700 followers writing contest. You deserve it honey, you’re amazing!! Also it happens to be my first writing ever and english is not my native language so please take it easy on me. Any kind of feedback and advice is welcomed. Hope you like it!

I used these two prompts to my story:

A top of head kisses // „Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second”

Summary: Zabdiel finally meets your family which causes him feeling nervous but there’s no reason for it. Later, his anxious behaviour turns into something very different.

Warnings: cuteness overloading and a little light smut at the end

Word count: 1873

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„I don’t think I’m ready, mi amor” Zabdiel says as he watches himself over and over again in front of the mirror in your bathroom. You two always complete each other: you are the one who’s always panicked and don’t know what to do in certain situations while he’s the chilled type, anything happens he always has a solution cause he makes himself time to think about things and he tries to help you everytime.

His bandmates and most of the fans also know that people can’t really make him lose his cool in 99% of the time no matter what. But today that one percent just win. After 5 months of dating you feel that your relationship is serious enough to take it to another level and your family’s been so curious about him for a long time. Plus, he isn’t that busy these days cause CNCO’s tour has ended.

You’re more than ready for him to meet your close family, after you’ve met his mother in a not so perfectly planned way. But what else could you expect from your boyfriend? You managed to go to their concert in New York cause you didn’t have to work the next few days. The only problem was that Zabdiel forgot to tell you that his mother, Noemi’s coming to the show as well. Don’t even have to say your eyes went wide from the news and you couldn’t even breathe properly. You were angry at him in that moment but he didn’t make a big deal of it as he enunciated each word slowly, chilly and guardedly: „She already loves you, you don’t have to worry about it, baby.” But with this, the pressure was even bigger on you, while he made fun of you being the candyass type, however at the end he comforted you of course. At least he was right, his mother and you got along pretty well from the first few minutes. She was so kind and interested in your life, to be honest you couldn’t have dreamed of a better start with her. Before she left, you also promised her that you’d visit her in Puerto Rico if you’d have time.

But now the tables have turned. This time you are the one who’s completely relaxed and chilled, laughing at Zabdiel who changes his clothes for god knows how many times already, being afraid of your family wouldn’t like him or his fashion choices or anything he does.

„They already love you, you don’t have to worry about it, baby.” you tell him smirking as you lean on the bathroom door and watch him rolling his beautiful brown eyes.

„I know exactly what you’re doing and I’m not laughing” he says offended and starts putting on his black tie. You would never ever think that he can be this elegant for a family meeting but at the same time it melts your heart cause it shows that this is so important to him. He also looks so handsome wearing black skinny jeans with a light grey button up shirt covering up his mildly muscular body and now he puts on the tie. He glances at you across the mirror and his pouting behaviour changes in a second.

„Maybe it’s too much with the tie, huh?” his face is shy and he doesn’t say it directly but he needs your help. With a light smile you walk towards him, standing between the counter and him. First you start to untie the black item and the next thing you do is caress his cheeks softly cause you know it makes him relax.

„You don’t have to wear these formal clothes, you know. Just dress up as you want. Nothing’s hotter than being yourself!” this time you have to be the hyper and you know you succeed when he starts laughing like a child and lose all of his nervousness.

„Looking hot in front of your family is not my goal. It’s just I really want them to like me. Cause if they don’t, I have no idea what would I do or how our relationship would go” after a heavy sigh you pull him closer by his face and murmur into his lips.

„They will love you from the first look you give them with those warm and loving eyes of yours” and with that you kiss him gently while he snakes his strong arms around you. It’s pretty intimate between you two because of the shared glances. You know this is real and you love each other truly, both of you want this day to go well. In his previous realtionships Zabdiel never got to the point where he met the girl’s family or the girl being introduced to his family so it was special to him, and to you too. He gives you a lot of light kisses on your forehead and a long one on top of your head. These things are always easy for him to do because of the height difference and he knows it always makes you giggle.

„Flowers, wine, Fifa… Okay, we can go now” Zabdiel says as he walks out of your apartment with the gift bags in his hands. This time he wears a simple white T-shirt with the same jeans earlier and some new Nike sneakers he bought the other day and they make his outfit more colorful. A few days ago you warned him not to buy anything but those words went from one ear to the other cause he „just wanted to give a good first impression to your family”.

On the first day when you met Zabdiel you thought he just wanted to have some fun so you didn’t take him seriously and just countered all his cheeky compliments. After 3 weeks, there came the confession which was he didn’t wanna be just your friend and asked you out to a dinner. You were surprised first because you weren’t awared of his strengthening feelings towards you, but you gave it a try anyway. In fact, it took you a lot of time to trust in Zabdiel and he had to wait quite a long time for you two got intimate but it’s worth it.

Actually, everything’s worth it. You know it as you watch him making your cute grandma laugh with his stories for a million times. He loves fooling around and your granny enjoys jokes so it is an easy way for him. Not to mention your brother. He sympathizes with Zabdi from the moment he sees what’s in the bag he got and they go for a few matches. Of course your brother easily outplays him, cause he plays fifa for years, and now he’s able to triy the newest edition thanks to your boyfriend.

But he has difficult times with your sceptic mother. It’s a much harder situation because of her doubts about Zabdiel’s lifestyle, trustfulness and everything that come with his fame, not to mention the girls topic. First you have to relieve the frosty and awkward atmosphere, but with time he convinces your mother with the love he talks about you, how he treats you and your family. She starts feeling the deep affection and trust you two have for each other and it almost makes her emotional at one point.

After the dinner which is full of happiness and laughter, your grandma persuades you two to stay the night and now your boyfriend watches your childhood photos with awe but you feel a little embarrassed by them especially the one where your face is filled up with chocolate while you’re having a bath. He just hushes you and starts talking about how adorable and beautiful baby you were which makes you smile like an idiot. Later he suggests you to take a shower together but you refuse immediately cause you know exactly where it would lead so you go first and then him. And the next thing you know is you lay in your bed in comfortable silence until Zabdiel begins speaking.

"Hey" he whispers softly in your hair as you lay almost on top of him tracing little patterns on his bare chest. You slowly lift your head up to look at him, a beautiful smile forming on his lips. The lips you love so much.

"They love me… I can’t believe it!" the shy disbelieving look turns into a huge grin and he cannot be happier in the moment. Your face light up too as you adore the man of your dreams in front of you. Maybe he has no idea how much it means to you knowing that your family accepted him, loved him and he was so over the moon about it.

"If they only knew all the things I do to you when we are alone…" his tone goes from sweet to cocky in the twinkling of an eye and you feel your face turning into red from just the thought of it. Of course they know you're not a virgin but they never imagine all those naughty things you two do in the bedroom. Or in the car. Or in a nightclub's bathroom. Or at his bandmates’ houses. Just literally anywhere. Despite the fact that you’re both shy and lowkey with your relationship around people, you always find the perfect way to please each other when you want. Your family met Zabdiel’s cute, nice, respectful and innocent side, but only you know his other, less virginal persona of his. The one where he ties you up to your bed and tease the shit out of you before he fucks you so hard that you can’t walk straight the next morning.

"Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second" you let out a long and heavy sigh as the dirty thoughts fill your head. Zabdiel smirks at you as he knows he got you in the mood by just that one seductive sentence.

"Talent" he says pompously and hovers over you. "I know you need me now as much as I need you so you should keep quiet if we want your family to love me in the morning still.”

"Make me" and with these two words you evoke the dominant side of him which always turns you on so much. He kisses you with so much passion that you already feel it between your legs. You lead your hands to his hair and grasp his blonde curls lightly which causes him moaning into your mouth. This time he uses his two hands in different ways. One goes down between your thighs where you want him the most and starts pleasuring you. At the same time his other hand covers up your mouth cause he knows how you react when he slips his long fingers inside you.

After you reach your highs and says the heartmelting i love you’s, the silence mixes with your heavy breaths in the sex-filled air. Once you calm down, Zabdiel wraps his arms around you, gives a light kiss into your hair and falls asleep soon. But you already think about how you would hide your bruises the next morning from your family.

#zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel de jesus imagine #cnco imagine #cnco #kailyn's 700 follower contest

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god-of-lust-negan · 7 years

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A wild piece of life Chapter 3 (College!Negan x reader)

Characters: Reader, Mom, Dad.

Summary: Your family is forced to sell their items and house for some money to buy a small house. You however…how would your life be in a the new college you’re going?

Warnings: none really, just a happy chapter.

This is part of @embracetheapocalypsewithme ’s challenge. Honestly this is so much fun, I’m glad I did this!

Alright, back to the show! I am sorry for my grammar usage, I promise to improve for future entertainment, of course if you want me to.

You opened the last of your boxes that was set in your room. You’d never thought this day would come where money has ruined your family and your happiness. You sigh and sat on the bed, taking a quick break. From the silence you can hear your mother complaining about the new house. Was she complaining when she first saw your father? That’s all you hear from her mouth. Complain after complain, will she ever shut up? Will nothing ever make her happy?

You heard a knock om the door and you turn your head to see your father in the doorway, “Hey, kiddo. Mind if I come in?” He asked. You shook your head and he walked inside, sitting next to you. It was silent once again.

Now you both heard the complaints from the woman in the living room.

Aside from that, you hear a light chuckle from your father. You couldn’t help but turn to him and ask, “What’s wrong?”

He continued to chuckle until he took a deep breath, “…Sorry. It’s just…it’s seems crazy you know?…I remember coming in to your room when you were 5, that was one night I was so glad to be with you…after that, I couldn’t give you company as a father but as a guardian…it seems 15 years later I have time now to hang out with you…”

You stared into his eyes, the same eye color as yours, you also obtain his intelligence and his common sense.

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you onto his side, “I missed this…which is why I did what i did.”

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion, “What…did you do?”

“Now sweetheart, please, I only did this for all of us-”

“What.did.you.do?” You say one word at a time as you pulled away from him with a stern expression.

He sighed and ran his hand through his grey and brown hair, “I uh…I gave up my position as CEO of Grace.”

Your eyes widen in shock, “….w-what….”

“Between my wife’s happiness and yours…I thought yours was more important…you see, your mother made me work all the time for her sake…all she wanted me to do was make money and hand it over for her. She was happy and so was I, but after you were born I was incredibly happy…no, genuinely happy…I wanted nothing more but to see that beautiful smile of yours. That night you were 5, you gave me relief, for such a young mind like yours, it’s as if you were the most mature person I know.”

He wanted to bring back a normal life in exchange for the luxuries he build for many years. You felt horrible, guilty even. “I’m sorry…but…this was my chance to be happy…to be a teacher.”

He chuckles once again and pulled you in a hug, “You naive you!” And he started to laugh. “You can get a degree for teaching anywhere. It doesn’t matter about the money!”

“Huh?!” You were so confused from the statement, “B-but mother-”

“Your mom lied so she can persuade you on going to one of the most expensive schools and brag to her friends. You can easily ace it now. It’ll be easier.” He smiled.

You were still confused, not knowing where this came from. It was all so weird to hear this. What the hell happened?

“So don’t stress, everything it’s going to be fine, on the other hand…” he looked out the door from your room, “Your mother is going to have a huge grudge on me, so let’s keep this a secret, okay?”

You speechlessly nodded and hugged him, tightly like you never done before in your life. It was one of those hugs that released all of your gratefulness to someone and that person felt it, like he felt how you feel without saying a word.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He kissed your cheek and smiled against your cheek, “Anything for my little princess.”

Dinner went horrible, your mother did not know how to cook. Since you were alone most of your life, the chefs and maids helped you with breakfast, lunch and dinner. You always asked them you could help, the young chefs were always trying to shoo you away but the main chef, Bartolio, had seen something within you. He thought it would be great for you to know how to cook.

One day you walked in the kitchen ans scanned the room, your eyes lit up once you saw him and skipped to him, “Can I help?” You chirped happily after tugging on his apron. He was not wearing a chef’s uniform. He wore a light grey button up shirt and a dark grey vest with a white apron on top of it. His sleeves were rolled up and his hair was slicked back. He looked at you and smiled, “Why yes, little angel. Come come, let me get you a stool okay?” He then ordered one of the young chefs to bring a stool and right away he brought it.

Bartolio helped you on it and smiled at you. He was always so kind. You looked on the counter and looked at the dough, “Whatcha making?” You asked curiously.

"Pizza.“ He grinned and raised your arm, rolling the sleeves up. He did the same with the other and took a quarter of the dough, the right side for you to knead and placed it in front of you.

"Before you knead, you must cover your hands with some powder and on the board, like this.” He took some powder and rubbed it on the board and padded some on your tiny hands. “Now. Follow my moves.” He began kneading the bigger piece and you repeated the same moves he did.

Those memories meant a lot to you, thanks to him he taught you how to survive with very little food and how to make a meal from very little. So here you are in the kitchen, making homemade pizza.

In the dining table, your father and mother were seated. They forgot they didn’t have enough money to hire a maid and your mother started sipping on her wine, “I hope your happy, Hert, we are going to STARVE to death.” She smacked at and he took a deep breath.

"Margaret, I seriously don’t want to hear you right now, you’ve given me headaches.“ He sighed and drink his whiskey. Not even the table was set up.

"And what is this girl doing?” She scoffed, “I swear this girl brings nothing but trouble.” She heard the plates rattling.

"Don’t you EVER insult my baby girl, Marge. I won’t tolerate that ever. Or do I have to bring up what happened 17 years ago?“ He glared at her and it was a staring contest for a few seconds before she scoffed again, "You wouldn’t.” And she was right.

You walked out of the kitchen and placed the plates on the table, “Dinner is going to be served.” You smiled.

"Ha! Dinner? What do you know about cooking?“ Your mother Insulted you.

You clenched your jaw and snapped at her, "More than you, I’m making homemade pizza, unless you want to STARVE to death.” You mocked and she glared at you, shooting daggers at you.

"I am your mother, you don’t speak to me like that.“ "Then don’t give me a reason to mock you, at least I know basic surviving skills, all you know is shoes that have been made from a cheap bastard that sells them for thousands of dollars.” And you left when you heard the beeping of the stove.

A couple minutes later you came back with the pizza, placing it in the middle.

You looked at your father who almost drooled at it, “Well, let’s up.” You smiled and took a piece for yourself. Your father was next to take a piece and biting into it, “Mmm.” He closed his eyes, savoring it. Your smile got bigger from your father’s reaction.

"Tastes just how Bartolio made it.“ And took another bite off of it. You looked at your mother, "I cut them to smaller pieces for more, it’s the right portion how you like your food. It’s got vegetable as well as pepperoni. It’s basically healthy, I didn’t use a lot of oil.”

"But you used oil-“

"Mother…please, just a bite."

She scoffed and hesitated to take on, staring at it, "Only because I’m hungry.” And she took a careful bite from it. You smirked to yourself as you ate your piece.

Hi guys I am back! Sorry that was a Long time but I was in Mexico and well I did not have internet. I did manage to get three chapters written (6th is tricky because some sh%t happened.) So now that I am back, I need to proofread it, edit some things and then post! Thank you for reading, REBLOGGING (seriously that means a lot to me that my stories are being noticed and read oh brings a big smile on my face.)

#embracetheapocalypse #negan #negan x reader #awildpieceoflife

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of-the-silver-lining · 7 years

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The Blue in a Sea of Grey, chapter 1 preview

I stood quietly, trying to make sense of the whirlwind howling within me.

The morning sun was streaming in, tracing shafts of pale light in the airborne dust. Candles were still lit from the family’s night vigil and burning low all around the room. Flowers surrounded the bed where his body lay in this spare bedroom of the Fortemps Manor, his form eerily silent and still in the dim light. His hands were folded neatly over the cloth that covered the hole in his chest. His face, now clean of blood and grime, was frozen in time in an expression of serenity and content.

My life was different now; I felt even the past was rewriting itself. There was a story written between the lines that I had never bothered to see—his story. I was such a fool, so lost and oblivious. So self-centered and uncaring, just the same as I had always been. I saw it now. Only now, when it was too late.

Haurchefant. I remembered when I had left Ishgard for the journey that would end in the slaying of Nidhogg, at the behest of Alphinaud, with the blessing of Ser Aymeric, and the help of the Azure Dragoon. I’d seen Haurchefant that morning in the distance, but barely noticed. He was outside leaning on the railing in the cold and gazing out over the city and the mountains with a steaming mug in his hands. I was leaving the manor for Foundation, preoccupied with thoughts of the Ishgardian-Dravanian conflict, and eager to meet Estinien and Alphinaud and set out. Our plan was to find Lady Iceheart, and try to better understand and come to an end to the conflict between dragon and man. We had left Falcon’s Nest, heading out into the frozen wilds of the western highlands.

Alphinaud and I had talked a little, with an occasional word from Estinien.

“I am surprised that Lord Haurchefant did not wish to join us,” Alphinaud had said lightheartedly, “Of course I’m sure he has not the time to spare for such an endeavor, as he has other responsibilities likely in need of attending, but even so, generally his… eagerness to help is most irrepressible.”

Haurchefant. A twinge of guilt went through me when I realized I had forgotten about him.

“Perhaps he offered and you were obliged to decline?” said Alphinaud.

“I… don’t think I told him,” I said.

The boy turned to me in surprise. “You told him naught of our journey at all? Did you not bid farewell to him?”

Alphinaud had asked before we left if I had finished my goodbyes. At his suggestion, we had been to see Tataru, and that he meant any others simply hadn’t crossed my mind.

“I forgot,” I said flatly.

Alphinaud struggled to hide the mildly troubled look from his face. For a moment I thought he would fall to silence and let it go, but after a pause he smiled a little and said, “You would come and go from the Waking Sands and the Rising Stones with nary a hello or goodbye. Did you think no one cared for your well-being? You cannot possibly think that of Lord Haurchefant.”

Now that he mentioned it, I knew the times he was referring to. I was so used to being on my own that the courtesies friends gave to one another had been outside my realm of thinking for a long time. “It’s not that. I didn’t think of it. I… am an adventurer,” I said, unsure how else to explain.

“I suppose Tataru will tell him,” said Alphinaud, “But he’ll always be dismayed at missing a chance to join the Warrior of Light and fight alongside her.”

“Then perhaps it’s for the best,” I said, feeling irritation rising in my defense. “Haurchefant’s duty is to House Fortemps and to Ishgard, not to me.”

Alphinaud fell silent, and for a time the only sound was the cold wind and our boots crunching through the snow.

“I’ll make it up to him,” I said softly.

Now I stood in that cold room, looking at these regrets, like tracing the trails of water droplets. What did he think, when he discovered I was gone without so much as a word? How many days was it before he resolved to return to Camp Dragonhead? What if I had said I was sorry?

“My friend, of course, you were on the verge of embarking on an important mission, and one aiming to save our fair city from the Horde at that. I’d never expect you to delay your quest to seek me out for farewells. I’d not ask such a thing.”

He’d laugh it off and say something like that; that was his way. He made excuses for me just as I made excuses for myself. All the time.

I always intended to show how grateful I was, I told myself, to find a way to repay him, but there was never a chance. After losing the very foundation I stood on in the events in Ul’dah, I was barely on my feet again when I was moving on from one challenge to the next, never with a moment’s peace to learn how to say the words I wanted to. Excuses.

He was my beloved friend. I had to mend the situation, to find a way to live up to his faith in me, and save Ishgard. I wanted my deeds to make him smile, the way he always tried to make me smile. I would exalt his memory and return his kindness tenfold. If I must say goodbye now, I would give him a promise, to fix my mistakes and bring forth a brighter future.

Hesitantly I touched his cheek and gave his forehead a gentle kiss. But he was cold, icy cold, chilling me to my very core with cold tendrils of death.

What was I thinking?

I couldn’t make him smile. If there was a brighter future, he would never know it. It was too late to repay him, to give him kind words in return, or to make him understand how much he meant to me. There was nothing I could do for him, no words I could ever say, that would ever reach him now. I couldn’t even say goodbye. My chances were gone, and nothing I did mattered now.

He was gone. It didn’t matter at all.

Finally I saw clearly, as if a fog had lifted. All the things I never said, and never did, all that could never be undone—all my drops of regret pooled and formed a sea together with this final failure. I failed to save him. This was my fault.

Before I knew it, I was on my knees with my face buried in his hair, my whole body shaking with uncontrollable sobs.

But I came back, my friend… I folded my arms around him and my hot tears spilled onto his cold cheek. Suddenly, finality was crushing me, and grief from my sea washed over me like waves. “Haurchefant,” I whispered his name out loud again and again, “Haurchefant… Haurchefant…” as if trying to call him back, though I knew how foolish that was. “I’ll make it up to you. Don’t leave me, please… my friend.”

There was no answer. I was alone in the chill of that little room, calling weakly into the thick shroud of silence.

AN: Wow, thank you for reading! This is an excerpt from chapter 1 of my in-the-works fanfiction about my Warrior of Light and Haurchefant, which has been in the works for a tragic amount of time. I hoped to have chapter 1 done and posted somewhere before 3.5 even came out, but ha, well… At this point chapter 1 is finally almost totally done, chapters 2 and 3 are in stages of editing, and chapter 4 is about half written. I was writing mostly for myself and for practice–whether or not anyone would even be interested in a story like this is beyond me, and it’s very late on top of being very centered on my character Iris–but if anyone likes long-winded, slow-moving things and finds it fine to wallow in my character’s grief-stricken Heavensward state of mind for 3 chapters, or has a character whose story was similar and wants to place them in it, please look forward to it!

The title is inspired by lyrics from Adriana Figueroa’s Wanderer’s Lullaby.

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