#have you seen the way he reacted when first seeing Branch again? no way this man is normal about how much he loves his bros

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

*sobbing profusely* THEY ARE BROTHERS, YOUR HONOR. AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH, THEY JUST HAVE THE COMMUNICATION SKILLS OF A WET NOODLE

#my art #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls tbt #trolls john dory #trolls branch #trolls clay #trolls floyd #these look like old black and white pictures lmao #you just know Clay has the most ridiculous displays of affection #have you seen the way he reacted when first seeing Branch again? no way this man is normal about how much he loves his bros #anyways- these cartoon trolls make me emotional #“THIS IS ALL PLATONIC- TROLLCEST & PROSHIPPERS DNI!!!”

[sguidwards-bestfriend]

New Dimension, Who's This?

honestly writing this cuz I saw @gin2212 's comment and made me teary, so were gunna finish this bad boy! not today but you know... it will happen

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, part 5, part 6

Explicit mentions of death (but of characters that are currently living) Kind of OG version of their deaths

Danny had only walked through the Wayne’s home adjacent gardens once, in a direct route to the barn. Batcow was a highlight of that little excersion.

Now, however, they were actually looking at the shrubbery shaped like boring spheres and rectangles.

He felt Jason become distant and floated back a bit, he’d turned left into a very small opening.

Inside were three unmovable cement benches that curved slightly into one circle. The well cut bushes were wilder in here, making it cramped and impossible to see over the hedge.

“This spot used to be my favorite, when the weather was nice. I’d come out here with a book and whatever drink Alfred had decided to make that day.” Jason looked down at a square of cement in the middle, probably where a table had been. The indents on the side of the seats, likely from the mold it was made from, had moss growing in it.

“This seems like the perfect hideout.” Danny smiled and sat on the bench opposite Jason.

Jason hummed in agreement, he coughed awkwardly even for Danny’s standards and spoke up again. “So, you’re the god of death?” Jason was probably really good at looking casual and intimidating to most people, but Danny could sense the tension emanating from his core as he sat near a branch mere inches from his face with his hands in his pockets, probably wishing he could lean against something to look nonchalant.

“Nope, I’m the king of the dead. They aren’t the same thing.”

“So, you’re not Hades?”

“I hope not, I’ve met him and he’s kind of a dick.”

Jason laughed softly, he liked how it sounded “Okay, cool, so the Greek gods exist.”

“All of the gods do, technically.” He waited for Jason to look at him. “I know it’s hard to wrap your head around, but the infinite realms isn’t really a dimension on its own. It’s the space between all dimensions. When you die you have to pass through it to get to your destination. Some people don’t have a place and they end up part of my realm, some get lost, some sell their soul, others forget their lives entirely and are part of my people from the second they pass over. Then there are the never-borns: souls that form from pure will of the infinite realms. All that is part of my domain.” Danny floated up a bit to try and catch a glimpse of the stars, the smog from Gotham blocking everything. He looked back at Jason and his stomach did a little flip that he decidedly did nothing about. “But just so were clear; hell, the underworld, and all those other things are in the infinite zone. They aren’t all the same thing.”

“Okay. So, you rule over those too?”

“Again no, once a soul gets into the correct dimension, I don’t really have anything to do with it.”

“Wait so if someone who believes in an afterlife sells their soul what happens?”

Danny slouched in the air and grunts, “That’s where all the fucking paperwork comes in. I really want you to imagine the most bureaucratic way to possibly move to a new country, but you have none of your documents. Being stuck in this dimension was a fun break at first, but now all I can think of are the stacks of A-13 forms that are probably covering the castle floors.”

Jason shifted and with it came a wave of uncertainty. “If someone was killed and brought back, what then?”

Danny has seen how ghosts in the zone get when they talk about their deaths. For many it’s all they remember of their life. If a ghost with years to think it through reacts explosively he’s not sure how it will go with a newbie. “Well, a few things. The soul could come back to a place without a body in which case you have a true haunting. If the death was quick, it could have flash formed a core, that’s like a soul that has died fully, and then shoved back into the living body. That’s how you get halfas like me.”

Jason still looked cool and collected on the outside but there was unbelievable turmoil seeping out of him. “What if the body was dead for a while? What if a soul or core was shoved back into a body on purpose?”

“I’ve only seen one revival before, but there was a lot of time warping there. The necromancers I’ve met who were trying to bring someone back didn’t have access to ectoplasm which had results that are very different to… having it.” Danny breathed out to calm himself, letting that calm wave wash over Jason as well. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s alright.” Jason shuffled his leather jacket, “You call it ectoplasm.”

“Yeah.” Danny answered with a lilt in his voice.

“The green goop filled pools you said you emptied, you mentioned they were corrupted.”

“I did yeah.”

“What would happen if someone was exposed to that?”

“Honestly, it’s not the first time I’ve come across it but never that much. For ghosts it can leave them sick and weak for days. Not like polluted water, more like if you switched out the water a healthy person drank for soda exclusively. It won’t kill them, but it will have a negative effect.” Danny thought for a second and remembered the one-time Sam got covered in a mix of good and contaminated ecto during a fight with Undergrowth. “I saw how a diluted version of it affected a living person, her mind was warped and she had the same sort of tunnel vision a ghost has if they have a particularly strong obsession.”

Jason took a breath, he’d been going strong so far. Danny may come to regret this, but he put a hand on his shoulder and floated where they’d be face to face, letting his bottom half fade away into the ghostly tail. “I won’t do it if you don’t want me to, but I can subdue your emotions a bit if you want to talk about it.” Jason looked up quickly and Danny scrambled to correct himself. “I haven’t been doing that! Well, like not in a controlling way, more like the ghost version of calming down a friend who’s freaking out. If you pushed past it I wouldn’t hold you back.”

“You should.” Danny couldn’t help the questioning noise that came out of him, “The first year I came back, I don’t remember it well, but I tried to kill Tim… and possibly Damian. If I do go too far hold me back.”

Danny nodded, “Back in the hall, when Tim was taking an unorthodox amount of coffee cups out of his room,” Jason snorted a bit and smiled, “you didn’t fight me stopping your emotions from bubbling over. I think, with even a little help, you do in fact make the right decisions.”

Jason’s hand came up to hold on to Danny’s forearm, “I went out to stop the top villain at the time, the Joker. I really did think I could beat him so I turned off my coms. He… He beat me to an inch of my life and left me to die in the explosion he’d rigged up.” Jason’s body was hot to the touch and he was obviously timing his breaths. “I can still feel the damn crowbar he used whenever I fall asleep. Batman had never been late before; he’d never let something like that go past him. My plan B was him, and he didn’t make it.”

Danny hummed. A benefit of their shared ghostliness in needing not to use his words, he pushed through waves of camaraderie and understanding.

“I had dug myself out of my own grave. I don’t remember much other than pain for months. Then Talia, Damian’s genetic mother, threw me into a Lazarus pit. The first thing I remember seeing was looking up at her terrified face, tinted in green.”

There was anger as he spoke her name, Danny controlled the waves of corrupted ecto that were threating to turn those emotions against Jason’s true wishes.

“I was fifteen, how does someone let a child do that. I was a kid!” Jason’s emotions were switching around and Danny could hear the forming core start too fuss. “I was just a kid.”

Danny came closer and wrapped all four of his arms around Jason, squeezing him just enough to feel a weight on him, but not so much it was restrictive.

Jason still seemed tense so, Danny did the only thing he could think of, he talked of his own death.

“My parents built the first ever physical portal to the realms. I was messing around with friends and they dared me to walk into the useless frame. My parents always had a tendency of forgetting lab safety and making just one mistake in every build. I’m not sure how they managed to put the on button inside it, but I tripped, hitting it on my way down. I could feel every bolt of electricity ripping me apart as the link between worlds opened directly on top of me. I died separate to my body and ended up like this.” Danny moved back and looked down at himself without letting go of Jason. “I tried to tell my parents at first, but they were always busy.

They spent the day I finally gave up trying to trap my sister; thinking she was the ghost their devices we’re picking up.”

Jason rested his forehead on Danny’s, sighing against the cold touch. “How old we-“

“Fourteen.”

“We were kids.”

“Yeah,” Danny kept his forehead against Jason’s. Two arms he left at Jason’s shoulders, the other two caressing his arms.

With a wave of confidence and fear Jason grabbed Danny by the waist and pulled him in for a real hug.

They held each other there, hidden amongst the foliage, until it started to drizzle.

“We should-“

Danny cut him off, pulling back to show the tears running down his face. “Can we go to your room?”

“Yeah, come on.”

They didn’t touch on the walk through the garden, or at the entrance, or in the hall. No, it wasn’t until the door was closed behind them that Danny came forward and just barely touched his arm.

Jason grabs him and pulls him in again, this time resting his chin on the top of Danny’s head. The attempt to calm Danny down just as he had for Jason made him start to cry again, this time much happier.

The surge pushed his kingly nature to shift into something more human. His arms went back to only two, his skin became that of a pale human’s (for the most part), his ears shrank down and his pointy teeth rounded out. And, surprisingly, his form gave him pajamas.

The ecto the change required didn’t accept the contaminated ecto that Jason had sent and Danny sagged into Jason, his knees buckling.

“Hey, hey.” Jason hushed, “I’ve got you.”

He sat Danny on the bed and went to get pajamas for himself. Once changed he laid down beside Danny and curled around him.

Danny was laying on his back, his legs bent over Jason’s thighs, who was laying on his side up against Danny. Creating a cocoon to hold Danny in.

They fell asleep quickly, Danny held Jason's hand on his chest throughout the rest of the night.

Neither of them had nightmares.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

@bjurnberg, @skulld3mort-1fan, @akikkobara @undead-bi-dinosaur, @amyheart19, @phoenixdemonqueen, @not-your-average-url, @seraphinedemort, @theywontletmeusetheoneiwant,  @satisfactionbroughtmeback, @kyrianclawraith, @i-always-say-yea, @gin2212

#dpxdc #danny phantom #danny fenton #dead on main #so this was the first time i have ever dealt with tumblrs stupid character limit #It's s limit on paragraphs not on the whole post. however. that means i have to manually reformat the entire post of over 2k words #that i have already done the editing for #this is not important to the story i am just a little annoyed #death #bad parents jack and maddie #I use that tag so often just wrote a b and it popped up hahahah

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Them reacting to seeing you do something weird

characters: Collei / Kuki Shinobu x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none

a/n: I decided to try and write something for two of my favorite 4 stars again since I don’t get all too many requests for them.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Collei

Among the forest Rangers in Avidya Forest, almost no one could confidently call themself a bigger expert than you when it came to the wildlife inhabiting the forest. If there was an animal living in it, you knew it, if someone needed to know how it looked like so they’d be able to recognize it, you had sketchbooks full of detailed portraits at the ready and if there was anyone that wanted to learn about them, their best choice of action was to ask you.

That being said, you had a tendency to get lost when wandering around the forest alone, and so Collei was quickly assigned to helping you keep your sense of directions when out to research, the win-win situation of you having a helping hand while Collei got the opportunity to learn from the experts beating the prospect of having to search for you day and night everyday.

“I remember the first time I ventured out into the forest, I was what? Barely ten years old? My mother always told me how panicked my father was when I didn’t return at nightfall, you should have seen his face when he found me playing with a shame lion not far from home, he was so relieved you could basically see the weight fall off his shoulders, it was great… I did get into trouble afterwards, but that didn’t stop me from going back barely a week later”, you talked about your childhood while shoving branches to your side, trying to make a somewhat clear path for the two of you, all the while Collei listened to you as if put under a spell. 

You weren’t that much older than her, probably only a few years older, and yet you were already regarded as an expert in your old field. Collei couldn’t help but admire you and yet, when she heard how early you started to get interested in the animals living in the rainforest, she started to understand the reason for your success.

That being said, not everything in your stories seemed to make sense.

“Your father was relieved when he saw you playing with lions??”, you could hear the shock in Collei’s voice as clear as day and while her reactions seemed like the only plausible one when confronted with such a detail in your childhood story, the sheer and utter confusion on your face made her question if playing with lions wasn’t as abnormal as she thought.

“Lions? Oh Archon, no. Shame lions, those small green creatures that can change their colors depending on the background. I can show them to you if you need a refresher”, you offered, shooting her a quick smile before turning your head back forwards.

“Shame lions? …Do you mean Chameleons?”, Collei asked hesitantly, hoping she was on the same page as you and didn’t accidentally insult you by implying you didn’t know how to pronounce the animal’s name.

“...Chameleons? I-is that how you pronounce that? Heh, that explains quite a few of my weirder conversations actually”, you stated with a nervous giggle, your face growing red as you awkwardly scratched your cheek, only to eventually break out into full-on laughter, worrying your companion for a moment, before your laughing eventually infected the ranger.

“Thanks for telling me, I guess the others didn’t have the courage to correct me… that or they were far too confused to.”

Kuki Shinobu

For most of her days, Shinobu was surrounded by Inazuma’s brightest, watching their sober forms do things normal thinking people wouldn’t do after drinking a barrel of the strongest alcohol money could buy the same way a child would watch an animal in a zoo, and yet, she knew her colleagues long enough to not bat an eye, no matter how stupid the predicament they found themselves in.

Hanging around Itto and his boys made her appreciate the quieter moments in life as well as thank whatever deity was responsible for introducing people to each other that you were a part of her life. You knew how to hold a conversation, were kind and always thought about how your actions impacted others and hid a brain behind those eyes of yours… a welcome change of pace for her.

So when the two of you bumped into each other on her way home, only to decide to walk along the beach in hopes just being near the water would be enough to cool you down somewhat, considering the scorching hot weather, only for you to ask her to stop for a bit so you could cool your feet in the water, refusal wasn’t on Shinobu’s mind for even a second.

“Don’t you want to step into the water as well? It has just the right temperature!”, you happily asked after putting your hand in it for a second, testing the water before quickly readying yourself to step into it, pulling your pants up a bit so they wouldn’t get wet, only to stop when Shinobu called out to you.

“Your shoes.”

Without missing a beat, you hit your forehead with the palm of your head, an embarrassed look spreading across your face as you giggled to yourself. 

“Of course, I nearly forgot. Thanks a lot Shinobu!” Your shining smile coupled with hearing her name leave your mouth was enough to make her cheeks heat up, not enough for you to notice, considering her facemask, however, something she thanked the heavens for.

Just as quickly as you had stopped, you returned to pulling off your shoes before placing them on the sand and jumping into knee deep waters… your socks noticeably still on your feet, a fact Kuki didn’t miss in the slightest, her eyes widening at the sight of your drenched socks.

“Wha-?”

“Something’s wrong?”, you asked, completely oblivious to what caused the person in front of you to be rendered completely speechless. 

It took her a few seconds and about ten times of blinking her eyes in hopes it would all turn out to be a hallucination before she finally responded, trying her best to look away as to not constantly remember her brain of what was in front of her.

“N-no, nothing.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #collei x you #collei imagines #collei x y/n #collei x reader #collei #kuki shinobu x you #kuki shinobu imagines #kuki shinobu x reader #kuki shinobu #gi shinobu

[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Attack

@jegulus-microfic February 21 Word count 962

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Regulus returned to the library to finish his book. It was gruesome, but he couldn’t leave it half-finished. He flipped the page to the next chapter and paused. Horcrux. The title read. He remembered seeing something mentioned about them before. They were a particular branch of dark magic that split the soul if the wizard committed a murder, allowing the killer to place a shard of their soul into an object. 

There wasn’t much on them in this text, so he spent the next few days pouring through multiple tombs, checking references and extracts. 

Finally, he found what he was searching for. The page lay open before him, the only illustration he’d ever seen depicting a wizard who had split his soul. The wizard’s skin had an odd, lifeless quality to it. His eyes glinted red, and his hairline had clearly receded. This was it. This was what he’d been missing.

He felt heat radiate from his pocket. He pulled himself away to answer James’s call. He flicked the mirror open and revealed James’s stressed face. 

“There’s been an attack.” James started speaking immediately. He didn’t even say hello. "It’s Sirius. He’s in a bad way. They took Remus.” Regulus felt the air bleed out of him as he struggled to control his emotions. “He’s going to be fine.” James carried on. “He hasn’t let Remus out of his sight, sticking close to him. We warned him he’d get hurt, but he’s stubborn.”

“Can I see him?” Regulus’s cracked voice whispered. James’s eyes filled with pity. 

“I don’t think they’ll allow that, love. He’s in a safe house. They won’t even let me go without prior consent.”

The wards around Grimmauld Place reacted to someone trying to get in. He could feel the magic tugging at him. 

“I have to go, James. Someones here. Tell—tell Sirius—tell him I’m sorry.” 

“I will. Stay safe, Reg.” Regulus quickly shut the mirror and stuffed it into the secret pocket in his robes.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Evan and Barty standing there. 

“Fucking finally!” Barty grumbled. “I’m freezing my bollocks off here!” Regulus didn’t respond just let the door swing open more and stepped back to allow them to enter. He didn’t say anything until they were securely in the house.

“Why are you here?” He asked, his eyes narrowing. 

“Aww, aren’t you happy to see us? Evan, I don’t think he loves us any more, now that pretty boy’s back in his life.” Regulus turned his attention to Evan and raised an eyebrow. 

“We’ve come to drop off the new information we’ve collected. We thought it would be better in person rather than sending it via owl.” Regulus nodded.

“Yes, you’re right. Voldemort placed charms around the house, preventing owls and patronuses from entering. I doubt he’s removed them. It’s definitely safer to be here in person. Shall we go up to the library?

He listened to them relay the information they’d gathered. He wrote everything down in the notebook. Once they were done, he spelled it so the writing disappeared.

Evan and Barty settled in. They’d have to be here for a few hours to avoid suspicion. Regulus had a question that had been niggling at the back of his mind since the last time he’d seen them. 

“So,” He started, “Lily Evans?” He didn’t need to say more. Evan and Barty had gone pale and glanced uneasily at each other. 

“What about her?” Evan cleared his throat nervously.

“I saw her sneaking into Pandora’s room as I left the other night. How long has that been going on?”

“Erm,” Evan looked at Barty again as they silently decided how much to tell him. “Since school. They had to keep it secret for obvious reasons.” Regulus nodded. He was well aware of the implications of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor dating with the way things had been and still were. He left it at that. Perhaps he’d ask more from Pandora the next time he saw her.

He pulled his book towards him and turned it towards Evan and Barty. 

“I’ve been glancing through a few of the texts in here over the last week. I found something interesting. Please have a look at this and tell me what you think. Does it remind you of anyone?       

Barty and Evan peered at the yellowed pages and the faded illustration. 

“Yeah, looks like ole mouldy Voldy. Barty cackled, looking at Regulus for his reaction.  

“That’s actually pretty accurate.” Regulus laughed under his breath. “These are the effects on the body after creating three Horcruxes.” 

“Shit, you don’t think?” Evan gasped. Barty was uncharacteristically quiet and paler than usual once the information sunk in. 

“So—So you’re saying that if he has created Horcruxes. Then he’s made more than three? That’s a lot, right? I mean, he looks insane. It’s way more than three.” Barty was tapping his fingers against his jiggling leg. Regulus nodded. 

“I think we found the missing piece as to why he’s so far been unstoppable. He is by all rights immortal.”

“So, what do we do about it? Pretend we never started helping the Order and just slink back into the fold?” The fear was evident in Barty’s whole demeanour. Evan put a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he quietly looked to Regulus for his answer. 

“No, we continue listening and gathering information. If he’s created Horcruxes, he has to be hiding them somewhere. Someone must know where they are and what they are.” He straightened his back more than it already was, his resolve firmly in place. “We will be careful, act as we normally do. Carry out orders as we usually would, and at the same time, we start searching.”   

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#february 21 #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #jegulus fanfiction #regulus black #james potter #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #sirius black #remus lupin #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora rosier #lily evans #lord voldemort #dead gay wizards #james potter x regulus black #james x regulus #james and regulus #regulus and james #regulus x james #mouldy voldy #attack

[warning-heckboop]

The Day the Trolls' Music Died (and then Came Back Again)

Okay, so I've been thinking about the events of World Tour again, especially the scene in which Poppy destroys the strings and all members of all the tribes go grey. The question that I've seen quite a few people ask, including myself, is how did this event effect the trolls who weren't present at the concert at the time.

Now, before Band Together, there wasn't really any particular reason to assume that there were any trolls, of any tribe or smaller subdivision, who weren't at the concert, because Barb's plan explicitly involved gathering all known trolls to ensure that all types of music other than rock were eliminated. Of course it can always be assumed that there would be a few stragglers out there, but the thing that changed with Band Together was the confirmation that this was in fact the case. At the time, there were at least three individual trolls on their own (at least in terms of not being around other trolls) in John Dory, Bruce, and Floyd, and then a whole community in Viva, Clay, and the Putt-Putt trolls.

So lets say they all went grey as well when the strings were destroyed (there is an argument that they wouldn't've been affected, considering the explosion that happened when the guitar was smashed that took everyone's colors away only seemed to have a range of the stadium, but I'm going to proceed under the assumption that the effects were even farther reaching than that). Obviously it would have been a big shock, and confusing as all hell, but that's not my focus here. What I'm wondering about is how they got their color back.

Sure, we can just say they automatically got their color back suddenly with all the other trolls during the big glitter explosion that the leaders caused, but where's the fun in that? I'd prefer to think they got their color back gradually--and that they experienced the same realization that their color, their music, their life comes from inside them. When Poppy and Branch's heartbeats glowed to life, so did their siblings'.

But let's back up a little. My focus is mostly based on family bonds, and this is largely because of the first trolls at the concert who realize they still have music inside of them. If you haven't seen the movie in a while, it's not Poppy or Branch like you might expect. It's Cooper, who is then joined by Prince Darnell, and then also by King Quincy and Queen Essence.

This is something I threw together based on my train of thought. Cooper's heart is the first to come to life. When he then lets it play over the speaker system, any of the trolls present, including Miss-Main-Character Poppy, could have been the one to react to it and see that it was music. But it wasn't anyone--it was his brother. Cooper's light lit the light in Darnell's heart, and then both brothers making music together lit their parents' hearts as well, allowing the Queen and King to be the first two trolls to acknowledge the fact that the trolls all still had music within them. The way I see it, these trolls all have a sort of connection between them, because they're family. Strings connecting them, so to speak. That's why they don't need the six strings to give them music anymore--because the ability to create music now comes from the strings of their relationships with one another.

Cheesy, I know. But it's a kids movie. Stick with me.

So how does this apply to the trolls not at the concert? Well, just because these other trolls weren't there physically doesn't mean they didn't have bonds to trolls who were there. For Viva and Brozone, they have Poppy & her dad and Branch, obviously, but even for the other Putt-Putt trolls, it's pretty likely most if not all of them had some connection to someone at the concert, considering they were all once members of the Pop tribe too.

So, just like how Darnell and his parents were drawn to respond to Cooper's actions, I think these other trolls would be drawn to action by the trolls they have connections with, too--because bonds of family can't be severed, not completely, by time and distance.

When Poppy finally starts to sing, I think Viva does, too. They're hundreds of miles apart, but their hearts still beat together as one, and so too do their voices sing out. The same goes for Branch and his brothers, too, and all the other trolls who had connections to those back at the concert.

And so, through the same song, all of troll-kind, everywhere, got their color back--even if many of them couldn't truly understand what had even happened until much, much later.

(Bit of a shame, though, really. If Floyd had stayed grey, maybe Velvet and Veneer would have just seen him as useless and let him go. Ah well.)

#long post #trolls #trolls world tour #trolls band together #trolls brozone #trolls poppy #trolls branch #trolls john dory #trolls bruce #trolls clay #trolls floyd

[yanderecrazysie]

Ophidiophobia (Yandere Naga Izuku)

Please don’t request any of the phobia series, I just want to have this as a “come on writer’s block go tf away” series.

Pairing: Naga! Midoriya Izuku (Deku) x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, implied death, swearing, Izuku is half snake

Ophidiophobia: The fear of snakes

Your entire visit on the island had been uncomfortable. 

It was hot, humid, and the air was filled with bugs that were determined to feast on you. Somehow, the frequent rain only made it hotter instead of cooling you down, and it made the hiking path you traveled slippery with mud. The sights were nice, but nothing like the brochure had painted it out to be. 

You just wanted to go home.

Your fiancé, who was an enthusiast of reptiles and amphibians alike, seemed to be having the time of his life. You wondered if you were a scientist too, would you be immune to the annoyances of the jungle like he seemed to be?

He took pictures of literally everything that moved and, while a part of you found it endearing, the other half was growing more and more worried each time the rest of the tour group dipped out of sight behind a hill or corner.

“Come on, we have to keep up!” You fretted as your fiancé stepped off the path yet again to get photographs of some plant you’d only seen in textbooks. 

“Just a few more pictures…” He murmured, aiming his camera this time at a colorful bird perched on a faraway tree branch. The group had completely disappeared by now and, even with a clearly visible path on the ground, you were freaking the hell out.

The sound of something sliding across the jungle floor leaves made your stomach twist unpleasantly. Your suspicion of what it might be was confirmed when your fiancé gasped, “A snake making that much noise must be enormous!”

It happened faster than you could react. One moment he was stepping off the cleared path…

The next moment, he was gone.

Panic seized your entire being and you found yourself shooting off the path after him, abandoning all reason in favor of making sure he was alright. Immediately, you could see what had happened- the path where he’d been standing was on a small cliff, one that blended in with its surroundings too well.

Your stomach dropped when you saw him lying on the ground several yards below the path he’d been on. Unmoving.

You didn’t realize you were crying until a loud sob left your mouth and your tears blinded you. Desperately, you searched for a safe way down to his body. Maybe, just maybe, he was unconscious and not…

Eyes blurred with tears, you could barely take a safe step forward, so it was even more of a surprise when something wrapped around your ankle and lifted your body, upside down, towards the treetops. 

You tried to scream but it just bubbled in your constricted throat, the crying serving as nothing more than a silencer to your terror. Frantically, you wiped your eyes, willing away frightened and grief-fueled tears in favor of being able to see what was taking you away.

By the time you were clear-eyed and aware, you were lying against a thick tree branch, facing a creature you couldn’t believe existed. At first, you’d thought that it was a giant snake, dragging you by its tail, but now you realized you were only half right.

The green-scaled tail ended half-way, melding into skin right under the bellybutton of a muscular human torso. The creature in front of you was half-snake, half-man, not unlike how you’d picture a merman to be, especially with the emerald green scales.

The man attached to the snake tail was not what you expected to see- not a thin-faced, severe, snake-eyed freak but a freckled, boyish face with large green eyes and a friendly smile. He didn’t seem to realize he’d done anything wrong by dragging you into a tall tree or that it might disturb you to see his snake half.

You tried to ask who he was and if he could speak at the same time, but your voice faltered off into a pathetic squeak. The snake-man tilted his head, looking a little confused, but still smiling.

“Why did you leave the path? Why were you making weird sounds? Why was water leaking from your eyes?” The snake-man shot out questions to you casually, but they still made your head spin and tears fill your eyes.

Did you get bit by something earlier and now you’re hallucinating? That seems like something this damned jungle would do to you.

“It’s happening again!” The snake-man seemed excited and worried at the same time and you realized he didn’t know what crying was. “Does it hurt? Are you sick?”

At least he seems nice. You pulled yourself together and wiped away the tears as you faced him, “Please let me back down, I need to go back to my fiancé and-”

“Please answer my questions first.” While he didn’t look threatening, the snake-man was definitely more serious this time, “I want to know.”

You tried to remember his questions, “I left the path because my fiancé fell off a small cliff. I was crying because I’m worried about him. That’s what the ‘water’ is, crying. Humans do that when they’re sad.”

You felt unnaturally calm, as though the panic was being held back by an invisible wall. Is that what happens to you when you meet a creature from fairytale books?

“Fiancé? What’s that?”

“Oh, um, it means he promised to m-marry m-me a-and…” The tears came back full force until you were sobbing into your hands, curled over the wooden branch like it was your lifeline.

“Nagas don’t have such a thing, but we have heard of human marriages before. So he was a pretty serious mate, I’m guessing?” The snake-man was tilting his head to the side, trying to understand what you were telling him.

“Naga? Is that what you are?” You managed to ask through sniffles.

“Yes, my name is Izuku.” He smiled and slithered closer, “Didn’t your tour guide tell you not to leave the path in any circumstances?”

“Well, yes, but my fiancé fell off-”

Izuku looked down at you pityingly, “The reason they say that is because us Nagas will not bother humans on the path. But once the humans trespass on our territory, we are free to do whatever we want with them.”

Your blood ran cold, “B-but I thought- I didn’t know! I just was trying to help my fiancé and-”

“He trespassed too.”

“He fell!”

“Because he trespassed.” Izuku didn’t seem angry, just like a disappointed parent. One of his hands came up to play with your hair, “Most Nagas would just kill the humans that enter their territory and that’s it, but I don’t like hurting humans. They fascinate me.”

You stared up at him with pleading eyes, “Please let me go. I’ll grab my fiancé and we’ll never come back into your territory. I’m so sor-”

“I want to keep you so I can learn more about humans,” Izuku explained, smiling widely until you could see the gleam of his fangs, “Who knows…”

He leaned closer and you scrabbled helplessly backwards to get away from him, running out of room on the branch to do so.

“Maybe I could be your new fiancé?”

#yandere #yandere one shot #yandere my hero academia #one shot #my hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere mha #yandere izuku #yandere midoriya #yandere deku #midoriya izuku

[theyoungoneed]

Title: Bloody Kiss

Summary: reader is searching for Klaus in the woods of the bayou and ends up finding him not in a way they expected. Klaus begs reader to leave but reader refuses resulting in a shocking ending. 

Word Count: 670

Warnings: blood, dead bodies

A/N: not edited

“Klaus!” I yell, running through the backwoods of the bayou. The night fog thickens around me as I struggle to keep my balance without tripping. Tangled branches keep grabbing at my legs like coily fingers pulling me under, cutting through my skin. 

“Klaus! Klaus!” No response. All I can see in front of me is the staggering mist coming from my warm breath. The moon was full. The woods were quiet. 

“Klaus!” I yell sprinting faster. Suddenly my foot catches onto something heavy, and I trip forward, falling onto my knees. I looked back to see what it was, and to my dismay it was a dead body. I quickly got up and started to run again, although this time I had nowhere to run, since a tall figure was standing right there in front of me. It was Klaus. He slowly turns to face me. Covered in blood with a heart in his hand made a quick gasp escape my throat. He drops the heart onto the ground revealing a horrific scattered display of massacred bodies. 

My shaking hands covered my mouth. I wanted to scream and run. Tears developed in my eyes. I slowly look up at him.

“What did you do? Who are all these people?” 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he says dodging my question. “Go away.” 

“No, answer my question Klaus. Who are they? Why did you do it?” 

“Please, go away,” he begs. “You shouldn’t see me like this.” He turns his back to me. 

“See you like what? Like this? I am not leaving until you explain to me who and why you-

“Because this is who I am!” he snapped. “This is what I do!” His bloody mouth spit out blood through his teeth as he yelled. My lips quivered as I watched him pace around in a circle running his hands through his hair, clearly distraught to see him in such a state. He clenches and unclenches his bloodstained knuckles. His glaring eyes meet mine. 

“What if I hurt you?” 

“You won’t. I know you won’t hurt me,” I tell him, shaking my head. 

“But what if I do,” he says walking towards me. My heart skips a beat as he gets closer. “I’m a vampire and I feed when I’m hungry until there’s nothing left to feed on, and when I’m angry I’m a werewolf, and tear whatever stands in my way limb to limb, and I can’t bear the chance of doing either to you, so go,” he demands. 

“I’m not afraid of you.” 

“It would be better if you were, love. We can’t be friends and from here on out we can’t know each other. I regret dragging you into all this.” 

“Fine, “ I tell him. “If you think it’s best to go our separate ways, fine, but do you know what I don’t regret Klaus? Meeting you. I don’t regret meeting you because even with all the vicious and cruel things you do, deep down under all that darkness is light. Light and kindness of which I have never seen.” I try to compose my shaky breath and watery eyes from falling down my cheeks. “Meeting you opened a whole new world for me that I never knew even existed.” I take a deep breath. “So, if you think this is for the best then so be it. Just know it was great to have a friend like you to lean on.” 

We held each other's eyes knowing it would be the last. A small tear ran down my cheek as I slowly began to turn away when all of a sudden in a quick moment, soft lips touched my own while warm sticky hands cupped my cheeks. All at once my brain reacted to fight or flight mode. I broke away from his kiss and slapped him. Breathless, I touched my finger to my lips. The strange metallic taste mixed with something else lingered in my mouth. That was the first time I had tasted human blood. 

#the originals #the originals fanfiction #the originals imagine #the originals x reader #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikealson fanfiction #oneshot #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus oneshot #klaus mikaleson imagine #tvd universe #new orleans #the originals fic #TVD

[kittyball23]

Could you make a fanfiction of how Spruce's brothers would have reacted when they learned that his married and has 13 children, and that they were uncles, please? Also how would his brothers react when they meet his wife and kids, for the first time? How would they feel that they were uncles and have a sister-in-law they never met, were they happy for their brother, Spruce?

I sure can, here it is :D (I incorporated some parts from my previous oneshots "Meeting Spruce" and "Nieces and Nephews")

Meeting Bruce (a Trolls fanfic)

“Maybe we’re in the wrong place?” John Dory suggested. He was awkwardly trying to make his way across the sandy dunes on the beach, but kept sinking with each step he took.

“He’s gotta be here,” Branch insisted. “Where else would you find Spruce?” He remembered how much Spruce talked of wanting to move to an island one day back when they were kids. And this place - Vacay Island, where “everyday is a vacay” -  fit the bill perfectly. But, he could see where JD was coming from. So far, there didn’t seem to be any Troll inhabitants. It was just very large, somewhat strange-looking creatures that they had never seen before, tall and puppet-like in their appearance.

Poppy in the meantime trotted along behind them, happily sipping on a concoction that was given to her by one of the islanders. This place was hip, even if Spruce may not be here.

But he has to be… doesn’t he?

Without thinking, she cast her eyes over to the beach where crashing waves resounded. It was stunning the way that the setting sun reflected off the water. But it was also something else that caught her eye in that instant. Her jaw fell open a little and her eyes widened, and Poppy had to stop right in her tracks.

“Um… guys?” she asked Branch and John Dory, who also paused and were looking in the direction she was. They too were surprised at what they saw.

Gliding easily through the waves upon a surfboard was a purple-haired Troll, his locks flowing in the wind as he rode like a pro, silhouetted stunningly against the sunset’s light.

Poppy did all she could not to drool. She distracted herself pulling out one of the old BroZone magazines that she’d stashed in her hair. It was of an advertisement to enter a contest to date Spruce. She held it up, and compared it to the Troll on the surfboard. She got the same tingly feeling from the picture as she did from the Troll, and gave a breathless little laugh.

“Oh yeah, I totally see it,” Poppy nodded.

Branch and John Dory hurried over to meet him as he washed ashore gracefully, shaking himself off of any excess water droplets that clung onto his blue skin.

“Yo, Spruce! Is that you?” JD said.

The purple-haired Troll blinked in surprise and gave his head a little shake. “Brandi was right,” he mumbled to himself, “I really am taking too many shots at a time.” Now he was imagining that his brother was in front of him!

But it wasn’t a dream.

“No, dude, it’s me, John Dory! Come on, you remember me, don’tcha?”

Spruce blinked at him, an unreadable expression on his face. But then he broke out into a grin. “Of course I remember you!” he shouted and then threw his arms out at him for a hug. JD hugged back, both of them exclaiming and laughing together as though they were still the two teenage boys they’d been back then.

“My gosh, bro, it’s great to see you again!” Spruce said.

“It’s great to see you, too!” John Dory said. “You don’t know how much I’ve gotta tell you, Spruce, I - “

“Ah, ah, wait a sec,” Spruce interrupted him. “Please, don’t call me that.” He put a hand over his heart and properly introduced himself. “My name is Bruce.”

“Aw, man!” Tiny Diamond angrily kicked the sand. “You’re telling me we traveled all this way and we got the wrong dude?” What a waste of time!

“No, Tiny, this is the right guy,” Branch said, walking up to his brothers.

Spruce - or Bruce, as he wanted to be called - paused. “Baby Branch?” he gasped, astonished. “Look at you! You’re all grown up!”

“Yeah, I know,” Branch said, crossing his arms.

“I can’t believe this!” Bruce exclaimed. “Who else is here?” He peeked around them, wondering if he would maybe see Clay or Floyd, but intrigued when he found a pink Troll instead. “Who’s this?” he asked.

Poppy noticed he was talking about her and she blushed, shyly coming up to him. “Hi, Spruce! Er, oh I mean, um, Bruce. I um, I…” She squealed and hugged him, unable to contain herself. “My name’s Poppy. I’m Branch’s girlfriend, and I’m SO excited to meet you!” She let go of him and hopped up and down on the sand.

“Baby bro’s got a girl? Cool! Well, it’s nice to meet you, too,” Bruce said politely.

Poppy held back another squeal and gestured her arms out. “This is such a beautiful place to live!”

Bruce nodded. “It sure is,” he agreed. “Sunset 24/7, awesome beverage service…” He pulled out a couple of readily made drinks out of his hair, offering one to Poppy and another to his brothers. John Dory took it, happily sipping the pineapple-flavored concoction, but Branch declined.

“... Oh, yeah,” Bruce added, “and not to mention the kids absolutely love the beach.”

Branch cocked his head curiously. “Kids?”

“Oh, uh-huh,” Bruce said. “Got me a whole brood, as a matter of fact.”

“Aww!” Poppy cooed. “How many?”

“Thirteen little angels!”

“SPPPFFFTTT!” John Dory spat out his drink and coughed. “Th-thirteen?” he managed to ask.

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

Tiny Diamond shook his head. “Yo, that man got to work!” he mumbled at Branch, who was also looking rather surprised.

“Wow!” Poppy exclaimed. “I didn’t know there were other Trolls on this island.”

Bruce chuckled at that. “Who said anything about Trolls?” he asked.

“Whaa?” Branch was confused by what he meant, but followed his brother as Bruce waved the group over to follow him. They entered the large sandcastle that was in the middle of the island, and found a cantina within. A lazy river snaked its way throughout the lounge, and a seashell stage was at one the far end. There were several creatures lined up at the bar area, awaiting their orders. Bruce greeted everyone and strolled right up to the creature behind the counter.

“Hey, baby!” he greeted a yellow-and-orange striped creature.

She batted her lashes at him. “Brucie!” she cooed, leaning down so that she and Bruce could share a kiss.

“You’re not gonna believe who I ran into…” He extended his hand out to the Trolls, and she gained a look of shock.

“Oh!”

Bruce addressed his brothers, Tiny, and Poppy. “Guys, I want you to meet the lovely lady of my life, Brandi!” He then turned to his wife. “Brandi, meet my brothers and their friends.”

The Trolls and wife exchanged polite hellos, though both sides were quite stunned at the revelations - the Trolls at the realization that Spruce had actually hooked up with one of the puppet-like creatures on the island (not that there was anything wrong with it, of course - they were delighted that Spruce had a great big loving family!), and Brandi at the prospect of seeing other Trolls - two of which were her husband’s brothers.

“Bruce, why didn’t you tell me you have brothers?” Brandi asked suspiciously.

Bruce got a sheepish look. “I uh, I sort of told you I did,” he said, shuffling a foot on the ground.

“You said you had friends when you lived back in the Troll Village, you said nothing about brothers.”

“Wait, wait… Mommy, did Daddy just say he has brothers?!”

The new voice that piped up was kiddy in its nature, and the Trolls all regarded the newcomer with curiosity. Having been reaching into the shelf behind Brandi to grab a fresh box of cookies, this creature was also very puppet-like in appearance, though unlike the other islanders she was smaller and had Troll-like ears protruding from the side of her head. A tall stack of hair stood upon her head, styled with bangs that looked very similar to Spruce’s. That’s when the realization hit the Trolls, even before Brandi’s next words came out of her mouth.

“Yes, Brenda, that’s exactly what your father said.”

“Wow!” the child replied, the box of cookies forgotten and a new mission set on her mind. She turned to face where she came from, cupping her hands around her mouth and calling out. “Guys! Get over here quick! Daddy has brothers!”

In response, about a dozen similar-looking children frolicked into the space, all eager and wide-eyed and chatty.

Poppy giggled at how energetic the bunch was, while John Dory and Branch in particular were being poked and prodded by the kids’ felt-like hands. The brothers exchanged an astonished look. These were their nieces and nephews? One thing was for sure - becoming uncles to 13 kids sure didn’t happen everyday!

Bruce and Brandi watched with amusement as the kids had their rounds with each Troll.

Branch felt a tug at his leaf vest and heard a voice right behind him afterwards.

“Hey! Hey, Mister!”

“Uh… yeah?” he responded awkwardly.

“What’s your name?” the kid asked, blinking her wide blue eyes at him.

“Branch.”

“Branch?” she repeated, testing the word out on her tongue, and then looking back at him. “Huh. Does it mean anything?”

“It’s something you find in trees,” he said with a shrug.

The Trolling cocked her head at him. “Huh? Whaddya mean?”

“Well…” Branch began, “It’s, um, you know… that part of the tree that kinda sticks out and has leaves on it?”

“Ohhh,” the kid said, nodding her head. “You’re talking about a frond! Like those!” She pointed up to the very top of some nearby palm trees that decorated the interior of the cantina.

“Err, well, not exactly - “ Branch started to correct, but was cut off when the kid interrupted him with “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Frond!”

Branch, however,  was not the only one being questioned. Poppy in the meantime was occupied with a kid of her own.

“Is that guy your baby?” the kid asked, pointing at Tiny Diamond.

Poppy giggled. “No, he’s not.”

“Ohh… I guess that makes sense,” the kid concluded. “He doesn’t really look like you… or your husband!”

Poppy was taken aback by this. “My husband?” she asked.

“Uh-huh. That guy, right over there! He is your husband, right?” Poppy followed the direction his finger was pointing, and blushed heavily when she saw that it was at Branch.

“Oh! UH… n-no!” she squeaked, and then cleared her throat. “He’s, uh, just my boyfriend!”

The kid looked confused for a second, and then shrugged. “Huh. Could’ve fooled me. My Daddy looks at my Mommy the same way that guy looks at you. And usually it’s right before they kiss!” He scrunched his nose and made a face. “YUCK!”

“Heh heh, yeah… yuck…” Poppy tittered in agreement, but not thinking it would be so horrible if Branch’s lips ever made their way onto hers.

As Poppy did her best to recover from that child’s suggestions, Tiny Diamond was handling his own pair of kiddos.

“How old are you?” one of the two kids asked him.

“One month,” Tiny proudly declared, crossing his arms.

“Really?” the other kid said. “Wait, so doesn’t that mean you’re a baby?”

Tiny was appalled to hear this. “A baby? I’m not no baby, I’m a man!”

“Hmmm,” the first kid hummed in thought. “His voice is pretty deep. Maybe he’s right! But then, why are you so small?”

“And why are you naked?” the second kid piped up.

“I have clothes on,” Tiny insisted, holding up his yellow-tinted glasses at them. “See?”

“Cool!” the first kid said, swiping them from his hands and running off with the second kid giggling after him.

Tiny gasped. “HEY! Those are mine, come back!” he yelled, running after them.

Yet another kid was having his share of time with John Dory. This kid whispered at Bruce in confusion, loud enough for JD to hear.

“Daddy, who’s the funny-looking guy?” he asked.

JD huffed. He could take Tiny calling him a random dude, but this was pushing it! “Funny-looking? What exactly makes you say that?” he asked, crossing his arms.

The kid giggled. “Who wears a snowcoat in the summer?”

Oof, got me there, John Dory realized, suddenly all too aware of how warm his jacket was making him feel with the intense humidity that Vacay Island had.

“Junior,” Bruce said warningly to the child, “That’s not the way we talk.”

John Dory smiled in relief for the reprimanding, at least until Bruce said, “It’s ‘who’s the funny-looking Troll,’” to which that smile promptly disappeared.

Bruce smirked, and then said, “And your sister was right, he’s my brother. Your uncle.”

“Wow, really?” Junior said. “But Daddy, where’s he been all this time? And why is he here now?”

“Good question,” Bruce replied, realizing that he hadn’t exactly gotten an explanation for why he’d come. “John Dory, why are you guys here?” he asked.

John Dory seemed to remember exactly why he and Branch had come seeking him in this tropical getaway in the first place and grimaced a little. “Oof, yeah, about that. See, Bruce, something’s kinda happened to our brother, Floyd…”

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #spruce trolls #brandi trolls #sprandi #branch trolls #poppy trolls #john dory #tiny diamond #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

[soleilceirinen]

MITO (DPR Ian x Reader) - Part 1

Summary: Ian crossed the threshold that separated our world from the other side and let the blueberry monster in. You are the only person he trusts to help him stop it. What you don't know is that in addition to the monster, he brought Mito with him.

Warnings: suicide attempt and a bit of violence (against the monster mostly).

Note: this story is inspired by the DPR Ian album Moodswings In This Order. This sets in al alternative universe. English is not my first language so sorry for any mistake!

MASTERLIST - PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST

Forests are scary.

Unlike a desert, where nothing surrounds you, when entering a forest you’ll find yourself encircled by a web of branches and leaves creating a barrier between where you are and the rest of the world. As you move on and get into the deep end, it seems that you are crossing the threshold which takes you to another place. The branches are moved by the gentle breeze and from time to time, they let the faint rays of sun pass through. 

Ian entered the forest located on the outskirts of Tower Mills in the middle of the night and immediately he found himself covered by the most absolute darkness. That night there was a full moon but its light barely filtered through the thick foliage of the trees. Not that he cared, he had gone there to be alone, with the intention of ending his life. 

He walked for a few minutes although hours could have passed. Everything seemed the same, the same trees, the same stones and the same grooves on the ground. So he decided to stop, he gripped the gun in his hand until his knuckles turned white. Did he really want to do it? He thought of y/n, who might be sleeping in her small apartment. At the thought of her he felt his eyes filling up with tears, she was the only good thing in his life. Yes, it was the only solution, although maybe…

He wasn’t alone in the forest.

Ian blinked rapidly in order to clear his vision, the tears making everything look as if it were being seen through a layer of water. He heard something creaking somewhere at his right, or had it been at his left? It was impossible to assure it and be completely certain.

He remained utterly still, in silence, trying to hear it again but all he could hear was his own heart beating loudly in his ears. Perhaps it was nothing, some nocturnal animal. After all, he was in the middle of a forest and everybody knows that woods are alive. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was not his intention to leave this world so agitated. Ian knelt down by some ferns and put the gun in his mouth but just before pulling the trigger he heard it again. 

This time it sounded closer, almost as if whatever that caused the sound were getting slowly closer until stopping behind him. Definitely, he wasn’t alone. Ian could feel the gaze of someone or something fixed on him. The warm breeze ruffled his hair, bristling the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. It was too hot, almost like the breath of something alive. He opened his eyes but couldn’t see anything, he could barely see the tree trunks surrounding him.

Slowly, he took the gun out of his mouth and without loosening the strength with which he held it, turned around and pointed the weapon. 

What he saw left him paralyzed, it was the worst than anything that came out of his worst nightmares. Ian felt the urge to throw up, his mouth filled with bile and without thinking twice he pulled the trigger repeatedly. That seemed to do little damage to the creature, who got even closer, this time letting itself be seen completely. 

Despite the darkness, Ian distinguished a dark figure, too tall to be a human, with long arms which ended in sharp claws. The way it moved didn’t look human either, as if the scene were being seen through a sequence of photograms. 

The creature reached out with one of its arms and grabbed Ian by the shoulder, digging its clawed fingers into his flesh. The sudden pain made him react, he felt a thick darkness taking over him, and all of a sudden he wasn’t capable of controlling his own body. Ian saw how his own arm grabbed the creature along with a strong smell of sulfur and how the creature moved back. It seemed as if Ian had hurt it with his touch. But he was no longer Ian. 

His new self fought against that strange being with a strength never experienced before, as if something were leading him to do it. Without knowing it, that night Ian crossed a threshold, he entered another place from where he returned changed. He could feel the change deep inside his bones, how the darkness had taken over his body and never left, as well as the terrifying creatures that lived in the woods of Tower Mills.

#fanfic #dpr ian #dpr ian x reader #blueberry monster #mito #mito x reader

[strawheart-pirate]

Fir

Dracule Mihawk x gn!Reader

December 19th 2023 Words: 791 CW: SFW / Fluff / non/pre relationship

As you trained in the middle of the forest on Kuraigana, the falling snow reminded you that Christmas was coming. Luckily, your weapon of choice was an axe, and you were determined to get a tree for Christmas.

You have been stranded on the island of Kuraigana for four months. An accident forced you to seek refuge on this godforsaken island. At first your days were hard, the wild monkeys were a tough challenge for you, but with time you managed to defeat them. After that, your path was clear and you explored the island and found an abandoned mansion. Well, mostly abandoned if it weren't for the Shichibukai Dracule Mihawk. When you knocked on his door and he saw that the monkeys respected you, he tolerated you in the mansion, and the two of you have managed to live quite well together ever since.

Today you were in the forest, swinging your axe to get stronger as the first snow fell. Living far away from any civilization has its price, as you can easily forget time. Your eyes sparkled at the sight of the snow as you happily made your way back to the mansion. You look at the calendar in the kitchen and see that Christmas is five days away. Five days?! Better get a tree, at least to pretend there's still a world out there and to have something familiar next to your axe.

You set out to find the most beautiful Christmas tree you could find. The tree had to be perfect, not too wide, not too tall, and definitely not inhabited. You found one near the river that fulfilled all your wishes, and you didn't hesitate to cut it down. You brought it home and placed it in the living room, a safe distance from the fireplace. With your hands on your hips, you looked at it with satisfaction and pride. Now all you had to do was find some decorations or improvise.

Mihawk came out of his office and looked at the tree as if it were an anomaly.

"What?" you asked as you felt his presence. Anger rose in you as you saw his disapproving look. Was he really trying to ruin this moment for you?

 "Where did you get this?" He asked coldly.

"Down by the river. There were quite a few." You explained, not knowing why it was such a big deal.

He groaned and you wondered what you had done wrong. Mihawk went over, chopped up the fir tree with a random sword, and fed the remains of the tree to the flames of the fireplace. A few seconds later, the tree was gone.

"What are you doing?" You yelled, he was done with the tree before you could even react.

"It's infected. The fir trees down by the river have some kind of fungus. It's poisonous, by the way. You should disinfect yourself and take a shower." Mihawk explained in a calm and monotonous voice, cleaning the sword before burning the used rag as well.

"What, you could have told me that!" You groaned and stormed off before he could say anything, so he just sighed and walked out.

Your bad mood was noticeable even without Haki, so you took your time in the shower to disinfect yourself and calm your nerves. So much for a Christmas Tree. Maybe there were still fir trees somewhere on this island that you could use. You would probably go out tomorrow and start your search all over again. But your energy was spent for today. As soon as you got dressed, your stomach announced that you were hungry. You were about to go into the kitchen to get something to eat when you noticed something.

You slowly approached the living room, but stopped at the door when you saw Mihawk decorating a small oak tree with long branches. He had placed it in the same spot you had chosen. The lights were already neatly wrapped around the branches, and he was now hanging paper stars of different colors and sizes in the tree. A small smile crept across your face and you slowly retreated to the kitchen, pretending you hadn't seen anything. It was your turn to cook dinner and you would make sure it was a good one.

An hour later, you called him in for dinner, and the two of you sat down at the long dining table. You served each of you a generous portion of the soup you had cooked before you began to eat in comfortable silence.

"I hope an oak tree will do." Mihawk spoke after a while.

You looked at him with big eyes. For a moment you were tempted to pretend that you hadn't seen it. But it was Dracule Mihawk we were talking about, of course he would have sensed your presence earlier, and you knew it was pointless to deny it.

"It looks wonderful. Thank you," you answered quietly and smiled.

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Hi me again I was looking at your previous works for the arcana and I saw the one where the M6 found out they're in a game I was wondering if you could do headcanons on how they would react to the player behind the mc going into the game.

that makes sense right

| Reacting to the player going into the game

Character(s): Julian Devorak and Lucio

TW: Yandere mindset, obsessive behaviour/mindset, allusions to kidnapping, self pity/hatred, violence towards the player (in Lucio's bit)

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Oh, this absolutely makes sense! I kept daydreaming about it instead of actually writing what I was writing about though abdkdbs 😭 || Kinda just did the two that I could think of something for for now because I didn't want to leave you waiting for too long. I might do a second part with the other four and I'll tag you if I do but hope you enjoy these for now <3 || I did this mostly branching off of my previous headcanons about how they would react to becoming self aware which you can find here and here <3

Lucio

Lucio is borderline violent towards you when you first appear

Something just immediately let's him know it's you, the real you but he doesn't want to believe it

He can recognise the person that he had gotten close to. He's familiar with the choices you make, how you act, how you speak. And he hates it

He hates that you're here now. Now when you could have been there so much sooner

He's resentful and clings to the player, the apprentice that you spoke through to him, lashing out at you when you try to get close to him

He normally isn't like this. You know the Lucio that you had seen in the game. But this wasn't the same person

He was vulnerable. He was scared of losing you again. He was scared that you would leave him alone if he let you care for him

He says he hates you but then keeps you close to him at all times. He says he doesn't want you in his presence but prevents you from leaving. He wants to trust you like he did at the beginning but he's terrified and this fear becomes obsessed as it melds with his care for you

When he realises that you don't intend to leave, he won't let you leave. He doesn't want to let you leave. Not when you've left him alone for so long, keeping only a fake in your place

He sees it as you needing to pay him back for that in whatever way and for however long he sees fit

You should know already that he doesn't take well to not getting what he wants and he won't make any exceptions for you. Not when you had made no exceptions for his feelings.

Not when you got him to be so vulnerable with you only to break him down. He thinks it was cruel of you and doesn't want to be seen so pitiful ever again, and certainly not by you

Julian

To say that he would cling to you would be an understatement, at least after he has gotten over the initial shock and disbelief

For a time, he doesn't want to believe that it's you. He thinks that you're just anothet husk- magic seems to be good at making those- so he clings to your impersonation even more. He doesn't want to lose what little hope that you cared for him that he had left

At least through the husk you could speak to him even though never directly

It's when the husk stops responding to him, lifeless and devoid of- well- you, he begins to believe you

It's an almost instant switch as he clings to whoever or whatever can get him close to one of the few people that he has ever felt such genuine affection for and from

His loss of the other you, the apprentice and the realisation that this is you makes him all the more paranoid and scared of losing you

He lost you, the real you, once, in becoming self aware. He didn't want to experience it again. He was so lonely and here you were to fill up that hole

You made him whole and he didn't want to let you go

He'll get hurt as many times as he needs to if it means that you'll stay whether it be keeping you close to him or keeping others away. He can't risk it. He can't risk losing you or having someone take you away from him

He wants to act as though it doesn't affect him but it does. It really does. And you can see it in how he does whenever he can to reassure himself that it's you, an arm on your shoulder or hip or asking you to hold him, he needs to know that you're really here with him and not just another fake

He's willing to go so far as to get himself arrested if it means that you'll stay to take care of him and keep him company, just don't leave him behind

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11. That's why I'm lying to my therapist

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Chapter soundtrack: Tornado Warning - Sabrina Carpenter

She had never dreaded and been excited to be home. But there was always a first time for everything. Ethan organized a birthday party to which she was of course invited. There would only be his closest friends, as well as Romy. They were supposed to meet later, in front of the nightclub, but for now Julia was occupied, trying to find a birthday gift for Ethan. She was completely lost, not knowing what she could get him that he had not already. Because after all, she still didn’t know him. That's when it hit her. She knew about his fears and his relationship with his dad, something she was sure not a lot of people knew about, but she didn’t know his favorite color or his favorite season. Basic things that friends knew about each other and even more, people that were in a relationship together. She mentally put a note in the back of her head to talk to Ethan about all of this.

But there she was browsing the alleys of her favorite bookstore, in the search of a new comic book for her brother. She felt so bad about lying to him that she hoped spoiling him a little would appease her mind and help her get rid of the guilt. As she was absentmindedly walking down the alleys, her eyes caught a book that made her smile. How to stop being a dick to people for Dummies. It would make a fun gift for sure, very on brand for them she thought. She picked it up and put it along Louis’ book under her arm. Before going to pay, her feet took her to the notebooks sections. She loved pretty notebooks. She had many at home, most of them were not even used. She loved to collect them more than writing in them. As she was looking at the new arrivals, she saw a poor little cactus, in a corner and once again her mind went back to Ethan and his flat. A cactus would bring a little color to the space and would make it a little more personal. And a cactus didn’t require a lot of attention and care. Perfect she thought.

Her new belongings under her arm, she went back home. The house was unusually quiet. Whenever Julia was back home, she would at least be welcomed by the happy barks of Bailey. She called out for her mom but nothing, not even Louis answered her. They must have been out.But her dad was also nowhere to be seen. The door of his office was opened, something rare when he was not working in it. His laptop was opened on a few tabs showing datas that Julia recognised quickly. She was looking at the same results every race weekend. She was definitely not supposed to see that and she couldn’t help but feel worried about the quietness of the house. There was no way her dad would have left the datas in plain sight if something hadn’t happened that caused everyone to leave in a rush. But still, she had a lot of her unanswered questions that could be solved a few centimeters away from her. It was tempting. So tempting. It was a one time only type of situation. She wasn’t sure she would use them but in any case, she still snapped a few pictures of the results with her phone before quickly leaving the office as if nothing happened.

Back in her room she retrieved the USB drive from the box she put it in and transferred her pictures on it before deleting them quickly, as if it would make her phone explode. Then, she stared at the new added files, not knowing what to do with them. She didn’t have much time to think as she heard noises in the entrance. She closed her laptop before getting downstairs and saw Louis, his left ankle in a cast looking visibly distraught.

“Oh gosh what happened?” she exclaimed.

“Your brother thought he was a monkey for some minutes. The reality check was a bit brutal.” explained Lyanna, ruffling her son’s hair.

“But I told you, it was a rare bird! And I wanted to see it closely. It’s not my fault if the branch was unstable.”

“Thank God, dad heard the noise it made and reacted fast.”

As if he heard his name being mentioned, Charles appeared with Bailey and Louis’ crutches.

“I had an eye on him ever since he had gone out and was trying to climb. I could see the incident happening from miles away.”

“And you didn’t try to stop him?”

“Lya, love, I don’t know one kid that had not tried climbing in a tree before. I used to hide in them with a book when I was Louis age to have some peace and quiet. Falling is part of life, look he is okay. It’s just the ankle, it will be fine.”

“But it could have been worse! You should have said something the minute he started climbing.”

Julia saw her brother putting his headphone on his ears and closing his eyes. The argument that was starting between their parents was triggering him, she could see it.

“I went to the bookstore today to find something for Ethan. I’m going out tonight to celebrate.”

It had the effect she hoped for. Ethan’s mention made both of her parents stop arguing to focus on her.

“Nice, where are you going?” asked Lyanna.

“Restaurant with Romy before joining the boys downtown.”

“And what did you pick for lover boy?” snorted Charles, earning a side glance from his wife.

“I found a cute cactus and a book for him. I didn’t know what I could get him that would be useful.”

“A cactus?” repeated Charles.

“Yeah… you know, to symbolize our relationship. The hope it will last for a long time since you can’t kill a cactus that easily and the prickles are a nice metaphor of us throwing shade at each other but just like they are here to protect the plant, our banter is us showing that we care about one another.”

That was so cheesy she wanted to gag. She was not the only one, her dad looked at her weirdly as her mom sighed in content.

“That’s very cute, Ju’. I’m sure he will love it.”

“Did you know that a cactus actually symbolizes endurance and strength in the face of adversity, because they thrive in harsh and arid environments?” said Louis.

“I… didn’t. But you know what, Louis? I think it sums up our relationship pretty well.”

“When will we meet him? When is he going to come home to see us?”

“He will be allowed to come when he beats me on a track, Louis.” said Charles.

“When he what?” asked Lyanna, completely unaware about the trial her husband set for Ethan.

“Dad wants to play male Alpha with Ethan, he wants to organize a karting race between him and Ethan.” explained Julia, clearly annoyed.

“Well, in that case, why not invite Kat and Max as well? Max could race too, it could be fun. And it would be a good occasion to have a nice reunion, it’s been a while.”

“I’ll talk to Ethan about it, but for now, I have to get ready. I’m meeting Romy downtown.”

It was always easy to find Romy in a crowd, her confidence made her stand out in a crowd. She was always the one laughing the loudest, talking to everyone in an attempt to make them feel at ease. With Julia, they couldn’t be more different, but that’s why she loved Romy. They spent a little time catching up before Romy looked her dead in the eyes.

“You and Ethan. How? When? Why? I have so many questions and I’ve never seen it coming. You’ve never told me that you liked him. It was always quite the opposite.”

“Yeah, it just happened. It still surprises me but, you were right, he is not that bad.”

“I bet he is not.” said Romy with a suggestive wink making Julia blush.

“But enough about me! Tell me more about Kyle and you!”

The blonde shrugged it off, sipping on her drink and avoiding Julia’s gaze.

“It’s not serious. I know that, he knows that and we are fine with it. We have fun. There is nothing else to say.”

Julia didn’t insist, knowing very well that if her friend wanted to talk to her about her relationship she would, when she would feel ready. Trying to get something out of her would only result in Romy closing off. They finally left the restaurant to meet Ludwig, Kyle and Ethan in front of the nightclub. They were soon escorted to the VIP sections where drinks were already waiting for them. Ethan didn’t want a big party, with many people whom half of them were unknown to him. He wanted to keep it lowkey with only his closest friends. They chatted and laughed altogether and his gaze fell on Julia. She was having fun and even let Romy drag her to dance along with her.  He liked seeing her so carefree and at ease around him and his friends, as she had always belonged here. It left a bittersweet taste in his mouth and couldn’t help but wonder how would have been their relationship if they had grown up as friends and not as enemies. Would they be strangers? Would they be friends? Best friends, maybe? More? Did he even want to be something with her? As he was still watching her, he didn’t notice his two best friends getting closer to him.

“So… how is the fake dating going?” asked Ludwig with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Better than expected, to be honest. She is not what I thought she would be. She is not the insufferable girl that I remember. I think we could be great friends, if she wanted to.”

“Oh, look at you being sweet. You are cute.” Ludwig laughed.

“ Shut up.”

“I’m glad you guys are getting along well but I have to admit that I’m still skeptical about all of that. I hope that lying to everyone is worth it. Especially to your parents.”  said Kyle with calm.

“We are invited by my parents for my birthday tomorrow. We will have to act as a couple and I have to admit that it’s stressing me out. My mom can smell bullshit from miles away and I know that it will be hard to convince her.”

They enjoyed the rest of the night and it was late when they finally exited the club. Julia hugged a very drunk Romy that was clinging to Kyle as he tried his best to not let her fall on his ass and Julia joined Ethan near his car.

“You didn’t drink?” she asked.

“Nope. Didn’t feel like it.” he simply answered.

“Why? It’s your birthday.”

“I have a lot on my mind and we are meeting my parents tomorrow, I don’t want to look like a mess.”

She nodded and opened the door of the car before sitting on the passenger seat, as if she had always belonged there. He took his place behind the wheel and drove back to her place in silence. Monaco by night was quiet and it was always something he enjoyed. It allowed him to hear his thoughts. But lately Julia seemed to occupy a huge place in them and he doesn’t know how to describe it. When he closed his eyes, before falling asleep, sometimes he could swear that he could hear her laugh or see her eyes. And he couldn’t explain why it helped him relax. They finally arrived at her house. He expected her to jump out of it to avoid being near him longer than what she had to, but was surprised to see her rummaging through her bag and taking out two small packages that she handed to him.

“You didn’t have to, but thank you.”

“Look at what I bought before saying thanks.”

Ethan couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the book and the small cactus. He looked at her and saw a playful gleam in her eyes. She was trying her best to refrain from laughing too and was biting her lips.

“Well… I will have to top my game for your birthday. You set the expectations very high.”

“I hope we won’t be together anymore by then!” she replied, laughing.

“Maybe… we can still be friends, right? I don’t want to go back to hating you. I can’t.” he told her, very seriously.

“Maybe. We can learn how to be, at least.”

They were surprised to see the lights on in the Leclerc’s household and a silhouette lurking behind the living-room window. Ethans quickly recognised Charles that was more than likely looking at them. Julia noticed him too and turned to Ethan.

“Lean in. Pretend you are kissing me.” she said, almost ordering him.

“What?”

“We have to make it believable! Put your hand on my face and lean in!”

He didn’t know why but he panicked. He had his fair share of girls asking him to kiss him. But never in a million years would he have ever thought that he would hear that from Julia. Suddenly, his palms were sweating and his clothes felt too tight and Julia was too close. He could almost see the light sparkles of gold in her green eyes. If he was focusing on them hard enough he swore that he could count them. She had freckles. He didn’t know about them, he never paid enough attention to notice them. His throat was dry and he didn’t know why. He found her beautiful and he didn’t know why. And it terrified him. He would have run away if her two cold hands didn’t suddenly grab his face and she put her forehead against his. He could feel her breath mixing with his and if he moved, even an inch, he could bump her nose with his. And he would have to if two knocks against the passenger’s window didn’t wake him out of his transe. He was quick to leave the car, as Julia took her bag and opened her door. Charles was in his sweatpants and was clearly waiting for Julia to come back before going to bed.

“Thank you Ethan for bringing her back safe and sound. You didn’t drink, right? Because if you took the wheel while having drinks in your system…”

“I’m totally sober, Cha… Mr. Leclerc. You can test me, if you want.”

“It’s okay. You are not irresponsible. I trust you on this. But just on this. If you want me to trust you more, let’s meet the day after tomorrow, on a karting track, so you can show me your worth. And bring your family along, Lya would love to see your mom and I wouldn’t mind racing against your dad, like back then.”

“You know me, I’m always up for a challenge, you can count me in. Especially if it’s to beat you. I’ve alway dreamed of that! And I’ll talk to my dad. Speaking of, is it okay for you if I come to pick you up around six, tomorrow?”

Julia nodded and as if it was natural for him, Ethan smiled and leaned in to kiss the top of her head. Totally unbothered, he went to shake Charles’ hand, before squeezing one last time the young woman waist who thanked the stars that it was so dark so no one could see her blushing.

The next day, before dressing up for dinner at Ethan’s parents, she decided to work on Ferrari’s car. She didn’t know where it all would go, if she even wanted it to go somewhere. She opened her notebooks and started to watch some onboards from the drivers, as well as the data she wrongfully collected. But without knowing what the data represented it was tough to extract anything from it. But still she gathered some info. Against her will, her thoughts drifted to Martin. She would need to know the feelings of someone who was actually driving the car, it would help her so much. But it felt wrong, especially after the birthday party and what happened in the car. She had felt the atmosphere changing and she didn’t know what could have happened if her father had not interrupted them. And she was grateful that he did, something she never thought she would say. But part of her still wondered… would they have kissed? Would she have let him kiss her? Or would she have been the one to kiss him first? Did she want to kiss him? She shook her head. She didn’t want to think about this. Not now, not ever.

Her gaze fell on her notes and the endless scribbling that was not going anywhere. She knew she had all the information in the palm of her hands if she wanted to open the files that were on the USB plugged in on her laptop. She felt sick. This whole USB drive made her sick. No matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t help but think that it was still cheating and the consequences could only lead to disaster. But she was curious, so curious. So she opened the file and started to browse the documents, paying more attention to them than the first time. She quickly understood that they could and would help her but, a wave of nausea got a hold of her and she closed the tabs quickly. It was too much and she couldn’t brace herself to add another lie to the list. She unplugged it and threw her in a box that she hid far away from her, as if it could erase the temptation.

Finally it was time for her to get dressed and a part of her was thankful for it. It would get her mind out of the bomb that was in her room. Ethan was on her way to pick her up and she felt stressed out. She didn’t know how she was supposed to act or how she should behave. Did Ethan expect her to be clingy? Or did he want to keep the physical interactions to the bare minimum? She had never been in a situation like that before, she had never met in-laws, even fake ones. She felt stupid. She knew Max and Kat. She knew them very well and not once had she ever felt uncomfortable at the idea of eating with them. Was she supposed to dress fancy? She looked at her clothes and sighed before setting her mind on a jean and a blouse.

As she was finishing applying her makeup she heard a car parking in front of the house and the door opening. She breathed in and breathed out one last time, took her bag and went down to see Louis ambushing Ethan in the entrance.

“You’re my sister’s boyfriend.” said Louis as a matter of fact.

“I…am?” replied Ethan.

“Why?”

“Why, what?”

“You fancy her. She is my sister. It’s weird.”

“Louis, please, don’t bother Ethan.” stepped in Julia.

“No, please, Louis keep going, I also want to know why.” Charles came out of his office, a half-smile on his face.

“You guys are embarrassing.” complained Julia.

“I just want to know why. You didn’t like him a few weeks ago. It’s just weird.”

“Hum, well… Julia is… well she is Julia. She is not as unlikable as I thought she was.”

“Thanks…” gritted the young Leclerc between her teeth.

“What I mean is… I had the occasion to properly get to know her and besides her sarcastic comments, the fact that she always wants to be right, how she has boring ice-cream tastes, she is not so bad. She is actually very caring. She talks a lot about you, Louis and I hope that I can be your friend, someday. And I admire her work ethic. She always wants to do the right thing and most importantly, she didn’t judge me when the whole scandal blew up. She actually agreed to keep talking to me and explore our connection. She quickly became one of the most trustworthy people that are around me. But I clearly can see that she got all of that from her dad.”

“No need to rub me in the right way, Ethan. It won’t work.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit too much.” added Julia.

They finally managed to leave and soon they were finally alone, on their way to Ethan’s parents.

“You didn’t have to pretend in front of my parents, you know.”

“Maybe I went a little overboard with the compliments, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t mean all that I said.”

When they finally arrived, Kat almost jumped on Julia, asking her how she was doing and saying how happy she was to have her. Julia felt so overwhelmed that Ethan intervened to tell his mom to calm down. He was not surprised to see that his mom had already thought about who would sit where. Julia found her seat next to Ethan as Max and Kat sat opposite of them. The conversation was pleasant and far from what Ethan had imagined. They didn’t talk about their relationship, his parents preferring to focus on Julia and getting to know her as a person and not as Ethan’s girlfriend. For once he was not the center of attention and he could watch her talking about what she was most passionate about and he found that endearing. He watched her talking about engineering with his dad and he had to admit that he was completely lost and didn’t understand half of what they were talking about, but still, he didn’t want to look away. As he was going for another glass of wine he found his mom looking at him with a soft smile on his face.

Soon, the conversation resumed around the season. Ethan was actually proud of his results and it’s with confidence that he started talking about them, thinking that his dad would be happy for him and that maybe he would get praise.

“Yeah, you were good. You had nice moments and some I really thought you could get close to the podium but you still make some mistakes that you shouldn’t make three years into F1. Not anymore. You are not a rookie anymore. But if you want we can find some time to watch some moments that I recorded so we could watch and work on them together.”

It made Ethan angry.

“Can’t you just for once, say something nice about the way I race. Can’t you just acknowledge that I don’t alway mess everything up? That I’m doing a good job?”

“I just want you to improve so you can achieve your dream. And you will never do that if you don’t listen to advice.”

Julia jumped when she felt Ethan abruptly stand up.

“Stop pretending that you care about my dreams. You don’t and you know what? I would trade them for a dad that actually cares about me. Me! And not the driver that I can be!”

And just like that he left the table as his dad was calling out to him. Without thinking twice, Julia stood up as well and excused herself as she went after Ethan. She found him outside, on the patio, sitting on the floor behind his mother’s flowers. He only noticed her when she sat down next to him.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that.” Ethan whispered.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“To say what? There is nothing to say. It’s like that. My dad doesn’t understand. How could he anyway? He is Max Verstappen and I’m only his son, just a copy. And not the best copy. No matter how hard I try, it will not be enough. I’m not enough.”

“That’s not true. You wouldn’t be here if you were not. Ask my dad, he always had good things to say about you as a driver. Surely, that doesn’t not mean nothing . You know how my dad is.”

“I just… I want my dad to act as a dad and not a fucking coach. I want his advice but I also want to hear him say, I’m proud of you son, you were great out there. Not how I should have taken a corner or how the overtake would have been more effective if I had done this or that. He doesn’t understand. He never did.”

“That’s the thing when we grew up with dads like ours. The pressure, the expectations… It's tough. I don’t think Max wants to hurt you, he just wants to push you.”

“Easy for you to say. You are your dad’s little princess. He would do anything for you.”

“Doesn’t mean that it made me happier. It brought a lot of other problems. Parents and teachers reunions ? It was always my mom who would go. I can’t even count the number of birthdays he missed because of races. Or how people looked at me and constantly judged me when they would learn about him.”

“He loves you, Julia.”

“And your dad loves you too.”

Ethan paused and looked to the ground. Julia saw Adam's apple bobbing before he spoke again, but this time with a strangled voice.

“He never said it. My dad never told me that he loved me. I know, he does. But… We were never ones to talk about feelings, I know that. I just wish that he would say it. Just once. I would love to have him come on a race to support me. Just be there, and be happy for me.”

“I’m sorry Ethan. Maybe you should talk to him. About your feelings, it would do good. Surely, it’s not healthy to keep that bottled up inside.”

Ethan shrugged before getting up. Sadness replaced anger and Julia could swear that tears were threatening to fall. She had never seen him looking so vulnerable and she didn’t know what to do. If they had been friends, she would have hugged him. But they were not, or barely were. She didn’t know where they were standing. They were not enemies anymore, but she wouldn’t go as far as saying friends. They were just two people linked to each other by a lie. So she stood up as well and waited for him to move or say something.

“I’m sorry I ruined your night. And you were not supposed to see me like this either.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, don’t worry. And seeing you vulnerable reminds me that you are human, with feelings, something I’ve never thought I would see happening.” she joked.

“You sure know how to make me feel better, Joolsie.” he said with a half-smile on his face.

“Always there to help.”

It was not a surprise when Ethan said that he was leaving. He didn’t want to stay there longer than necessary and so he brought Julia back home. The car ride was silent and a little awkward. When they were finally back, Julia didn’t waste much time before saying her goodbyes. They would see each other the next day, but for now she just needed to be alone. And Ethan did too. He hated how she had seen him like that. She was not supposed to. He was not sure, he wanted her to be. But still, it felt nice to be able to talk about his relationship with his dad. She understood him. But part of him couldn’t help but think that involving her too much into his very private life would do more bad than good. He didn’t react much when she put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly before leaving him, deep in his thoughts.

When she opened the door, she was not surprised to see that her dad was waiting for her.

“How was it?” he asked.

“Weird. I witnessed Max and Ethan fighting… They don’t have the best relationship, I wasn’t expecting it. I always thought that Max was supportive of Ethan’s career. Turns out it is not what I expected… I feel bad for Ethan. I know I can’t do anything but…” she explained sitting down next to her dad.

“Do you want me to try and talk to Max tomorrow? See if I can do something…”

“We shouldn’t get involved…”

“I know but if Ethan is important to you then I guess that he is important to me as well. And I won’t repeat it twice so you better hold onto that only time I will say it because if you ask me to repeat it I will play dumb.”

She sighed. It made her feel better to know that her dad would not be too big of a problem in her relationship. She kissed him on the cheek before going back to her room. She quickly got rid of her clothes and threw her blanket over her head. As she was tossing and turning in her bed, replaying the conversation she had with Ethan, she grabbed her phone to text him.

For what it’s worth, I think you are amazing on tracks.

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Thoughts on Sylvie's possible ending and why I don't think it makes sense narrativly to have her end up on her branch by herself.

Mainly because it would be redundant. (The fact that it would be a sad ending of sorts wouldn't stop anyone, shows love to pull that shit for 'emotional impact' or whatever).

But: We've seen her on the timeline, alone, pondering her choices with blues-y background music twice already!

The first time after she left the tva after helping to fight Dox, and the second time after she left the bar.

And both times it was about the same dilemma.

Sylvie's life on her branch is not bad per se. She lives uneventfully, which is what she craved after a life of hiding in apocalypses.

She's sustaining herself, she makes her own choices and she builts connections (to Jack, the barkeeper, the record shop owner).

From the outside that looks like a good life.

But Sylvie is unhappy.

Because someone is missing.

And that someone doesn't fit into her life at the moment and vice versa.

Sylvie's dilemma is that she still has a fundamentally different way of seeing things, then Loki.

Loki's sense of responsibility is tied to control and tactics, Sylvie's is about helping people when it's needed, but without interfering otherwise.

And she is still caught between her beliefs and missing Loki.

Sylvie is all about freedom of choice and freedom in general. (The tva took people's choice away in the first place, so she sees that part differently then Loki, who thinks they should be able to chose between their time line lives and the tva).

And she cannot arrange herself with supporting the tva as an oppressive institution just to be with Loki.

Sylvie hoped for Loki to 'chose' her over the system, after he suggested building a life with her in the void ('why don't we figure it out together?') and he didn't. Not at that time.

She is hurt by that decision and emotionally closes herself off, but let's herself be dragged back when people are in danger.

And she challenges Loki's choice, but he doesn't react the way she wants.

'Do you care about anything but the tva?'

Loki has the same conflict. He wants to stay with the people he already formed connections with and take responsibility for potential threats (that's not erased by him admitting that he does not want to be alone).

But he also wants Sylvie there.

He seeks her out, he asks her to stay, he asks her to help.

And in the pie conversation scene he shows his frustration over her decision.

The scene does not lead to a full resolution. So when Sylvie confronts him at the bar, he does not include her in his confession of not wanting to be alone, because he most likely considers it pointless. That's when Sylvie gets up and leaves, because she is too hurt to deal with it.

Sylvie and Loki are constantly circling each other, without truely approaching the other one.

If the show does not resolve that issue and just puts Sylvie on the time line again, with a bitter sweet ending where she's 'free but at what cost?' it would be redundant and undatisfying.

We saw that already and it sucks for her.

So she needs something else.

If she decides to overcome her hurt, dares to be vulnerable and works with Loki in the end, her believes have to be taken into account.

It cannot end with full control over other people's lives for her.

That interview, that points out that everything Loki says matters and that everything Sylvie says matters? That's a clear hint that her pov is just as critical to the solution as Loki's.

My initial thoughts at the beginning of season two where about Loki becoming the omnipotent ruler of the time lines and Sylvie being on her branch.

But that would be onesided.

They are both gods. They are both powerful.

There needs to be a compromise of some sorts for a satisfying ending.

At least that's what I want and hope for. Every other outcome is possibly, but it wouldn't sit right with me.

The only other 'solution' that would fit the narrative, but that I would hate personally, would be to restore Sylvie's branch, prevent her from getting taken in by the tva and have her live a normal life on Asgard.

While erasing the Sylvie we knew.

While that still wouldn't fully work, since she could still exist as a variant given the time line logic of the tva, I could see them pulling it off, because it would be fair to 'little Sylvie' so could be considered 'happy', while still being 'sad' because of erasing 'our' Sylvie.

Didn't Martin talk about 'bitter sweet'?

We'll see.

#loki #loki disney+ #loki spoilers #sylvie #loki speculation #sylvie speculation #I'm so invested in that character I really want her to be taken seriously by the narrative #I'm still exited for Loki's arc oc but I do crave balance #welp can't have everything

[tgr-2x5-roleswap-au]

You've Got Mail - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Pen Pals (April 1964)

Goodbye Fat Controller - Season 19 Episode 25

Word Count: 933

:D

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He wrote back.

James didn't think Emily's idea would work. Sure, it had worked fine for her but that was her sister. It was someone she knew. Edward was, in the end, a foreign stranger. Yet—

"He actually wrote back!" James exclaimed, seeing the closed envelope Fred, his driver, waved in front of him with a smile. "What did he say? Can you read it, please? Please?"

James' driver chuckled at the ecstatic engine as he looked around. The engine and his crew were in a siding, with a brake van and guard in hand, awaiting clearance. There was a disturbance up the branch line. "I don't see why not, chap. We have plenty of time."

"Open it, then!"

"Calm down!" he scolded. "Not that long ago, you were brooding about."

With a snort, James retorted, "No, I wasn't!"

"We nearly missed the boat."

James huffed, letting his cheeks burn. "Ok, maybe a little."

Satisfied, the elderly raven head pulled out his pocket knife and cut the envelope open from its side. He grabbed it from the opposite end and tapped it against the palm of his hand, getting the letter out. It took a bit but it eventually slipped out and into his hands. The Englishman was about to unfold it, only to see another letter slip out. With a quick reflex, he was able to catch it before it fell onto the tracks and under James. Unlike the first one, there was writing on the outside.

Curious, Fred cleared his throat. "From Quinn Burns, a volunteer of the Furness Railway Trust," his driver read aloud, just as George, James’ fireman, quietly approached them. "I'll read this one first."

"But-!" James began.

"It could be context for what Edward has to say," interrupted his driver. "Might as well know who wrote it for him."

James hummed impatiently, receiving an eye roll from his fireman.

The driver quickly tucked the first letter and the envelope into his pockets. He opened the second letter, pinched the opposite corners between his fingers, as if it were a scroll, cleared his throat, just to get a kick out of James, and read what was written with ink on the thin sheet of paper…

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"Greetings to James' crew! 

When the Furness Railway Trust received your engine's letter, we were quite surprised, especially with whom it was addressed. While we were aware of the mishap that led to FR 21 being on the North Western Railway by accident, we were unaware that he had made a friend. And for that, we are very grateful for!

For one, Edward didn’t have, shall we say, stable relationships in the past. When Old Coppernob was around for the Great Railway Show, Edward didn't get along with him. He ignored him the moment they met, so he's been a loner since. Considering what little he's told me about his "prime" days, I can see why.

And two, I don't think I and the rest of my colleagues have ever seen him this happy before, compared to how he reacted when we told him he'd partake in the Great Railway Show once again. Edward told me everything that happened while he was in the NWR. He was initially apprehensive about James but with the little time he spent on the island, he enjoyed his company. We're glad that he's made a friend.

Sincerely,

Quinn Burns"

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Fred chuckled at seeing James’ face scrunch up, curious by one piece of information, joined by George.

“‘Once again’?” repeated James. “He's been to the show before?”

“Sure seems like it, old chap,” replied his driver, folding the letter back up and tucking it back into the envelope. He proceeded to do the same to the other with no writing on the outside. “Let's see what your friend's got to say,” he continued as he opened the letter, the paper audibly wrinkling.

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“Hello there!

In all my years, I didn't expect a letter. Much less from another engine, so I would like to thank you for that, James.

I would love to be ‘pen pals.’ And I have managed to find a way, as you can tell. Mr. Burns is a very nice man. I talk to him the most and he was there when the letter came in.

How have things been? I know not much time has passed but still. We might as well start somewhere, should we not?

By the time this letter reaches you, I’ll be at the British Transport Museum. I'll be there until May. Then I'll go back to Derby for a short while. Until then, I won’t be able to answer. I’m truly sorry. I will try to respond as soon as I get back.

Sincerely,

FR 21 Edward

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James huffed out steam in a heavy sigh. Of course, something was going on, he thought.

His "Day 1” crew picked up on the disgruntled engine. “Cheer up, old boy,” whispered his fireman, ignoring James’ “I'm not old!” “At least we know when he's going back.”

Knowing Mr. Turner was right, James snorted, eliciting a chuckle from his elderly crew. While this behavior bothered others immensely, this was the norm for the trio. No other crew knew how to handle this particular iron horse.

“We can write back later,” noted Mr. Quill as he heard a nearby shrill. He looked at the source of the sound to see their guard waving his flag. “The line's cleared.”

Satisfied with the suggestion, James agreed. Once his crew settled in, Mr. Quill opened James’ regulator with practiced ease, beginning their journey to the next job.

~

Alternatively: James and his "should've retired by now Day 1" crew.

They have tried recruiting a new crew for years by this point (Fred + George have been working with James since their late 20s) but previous candidates just couldn't get along with James, and the NWR wasn't about to risk an accident from happening because of that. The NWR will take accidents caused by the engines over the ones caused by the crews ANY DAY.

Notes:

The way Edward speaks in his letters versus his actual dialogue will be different (but progressively will be the same) since someone is writing for him, as well as guiding him with what he is trying to say.

Correcting myself with this one because I didn't say what I meant to say: Edward DOES know how to speak but the reason why he's speech is broken is due to the sudden change in his life. He did not have to deal with socializing for 4 decades (1923 - 1963), losing that practice. Now that he does interact with others, its become overwhelming. Times have changed, and so has the world around him. He has a lot to adapt to, such as social standards.

#my writing #tgr 2x5 roleswap au #ttte edward x james #a dozen years #ttte james #ttte edward #ttte shipping #you've got mail #ttte fic

[fathermarty]

The Gifted Sister Headcanons ✰ J.P. Twin Sister

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

Pairing: James Potter's Twins Sister x Marauders Era

Request: @bloominghelianthus "I'm back again lol! Can you do some headcanons of the reader being Jame's twin sister and how he and her family and the marauders react to her being able to see the dead and communicate with them (maybe it could be another branch of a seer)? Thank you so much! I love your writing!!"

Warning(s): mentions of death,

Here is the drabble these headcanons are based on.

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

Okay so we know that y/n is quite literally the life of the party. However, when she found out she carries her mother's ability to see + communicate with the dead, everything changed.

In the moment y/n thought it was a curse, why did she have to possess this ability + not James?

"You're stronger than me y/n, I know it is hard and you don't understand right now but you will eventually." James consoled you when you told him. He was obviously the first person you told, you always went to James first with anything + everything.

"Honey, when I first had an interaction with the dead I felt exactly how you do. I didn't understand what it meant and how it would affect me as a person. But, I learned quickly that it was a blessing dressed like a curse." Euphemia told you when you expressed your concern. "You are so strong and you were chosen for a reason honey, I promise it will get easier."

+ it did, get easier that is. Everyone could communicate with the ghosts at Hogwarts, but you were able to communicate not only with dead people but with deceased creatures as well.

The first time you notice a small unicorn walking around the castle you are bewildered. Not only have you never seen a unicorn in real life, but you also have never would expect one to be in school.

"You can see her too?" Dumbledore asked you when he saw you gawking at the unicorn. "Your mother did too, this unicorn died during childbirth when your mum and dad were in school here. She usually wonders around here at night looking for her mum."

Sadness is washed over you as you watch the small unicorn look around for her mother.

The next time you see something is when you + the Marauders are at Hogsmead. You are enjoying a Butterbeer when you notice a man sitting in the corner, sulking.

When you approach him he is surprised you can see him, "Well aren't you a special thing. I haven't had the pleasure of meeting one of you."

"One of me?" You ask questionably.

"You are a descendant of a seer, very powerful magic indeed." He said eyeing you. "And you're a Slytherin, quite intriguing indeed."

"What happened to you?" The words leave your mouth before you are able to stop them.

"I'm not sure, that is what is miserable about this whole afterlife thing. I can remember everything except how I died, I can only assume I was here for some reason." After talking with the man you are left with more questions.

You talk to your mum about the man, + she tells you that when you see a person who has died they know they are dead but don't know why.

"People like us exist so those who are stuck in the in-between have someone to acknowledge them and bring them reassurance. There is something in their soul keeping them here, they have something that needs to be fulfilled," Euphemia explained.

Trying to make sense of this ability was driving you wild. Maybe there is nothing to make sense of? That had to be it.

"I think y/n, in a way, it is quite sweet. You serve as a communication way for those who can't communicate for themselves anymore." Remus told you one night when you vented to him.

You were always trying to understand the depth of everything, + this was no exception. Maybe there is nothing to try + figure out, you can see + communicate with the dead. It doesn't mean anything more or anything less.

Sirius would ask you outlandish questions like, "Can you talk to so-and-so, he was a part of my favorite band and he-" Sirius knew you couldn't but he always tried to bring the light into the situation.

With time you began to accept that this was something that didn't need to be explained. It was just the way it was, + you began to find comfort in your ability.

When you see someone who has died, you greet them like a friend. You create multiple connections with people in the beyond, which made you more powerful. The understanding of death + how nothing is permanently made you stronger + more resilient.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I hope I did you justice!

Remember, my requests are open + I adore writing headcanons, drabbles, + blurbs.

#sirius black #james potter sister #remus lupin #james potter #slytherin #gryffindor #marauders fan #marauders era #marauders imagine #hogwarts #marauders x reader #marauders sister

[v-cain]

"A Leap Of Faith"

Fandom: Xmen

Pairings: Logan Howlett x gn!teen!reader, Hank McCoy x gn!teen!reader, Scott Summers x gn!teen!reader, Kurt Wagner x gn!teen!reader, Jean Grey x gn!teen!reader, Jubilation Lee x gn!teen!reader

Warnings: Crying, Swearing, Alcohol, Implied Gore

A/N: holy fucking shit this took ages to make. so proud of it though!! the flying part was my favourite part to write, plus scott and logans relationship with the r.

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"Ok, Scott, truth or dare?" Jean grins at Scott. He looks terrified, which you find hilarious, and he quietly says "Truth?" You look at him with your mouth agape "Damn, Summers, you've got some balls!" Scott rolls his eyes and looks over at Jean, Kurt and Jubilee discussing what they should ask- apparently your questions were 'too lame' so you got kicked. So rude.

Jubilee turns around suddenly and asks "Have you ever taken alcohol from Logans cabinet?" Scott quickly anwsers "Fuck no! I don't have a death wish!" You open your mouth to comment on that but Jubilee turns to you brightly and says "Y/N! Your turn! Truth or Dare?" You smirk, "Well, unlike Summers over here, I'm not a pussy. Dare." Scott threw his hands up in the air "What the fuck, dude?", and you promptly ignore him, instead intently staring at the group in front of you. (Scott got kicked out of the group too, because his dares were deemed too risky.)

After a solid 5 minutes, Kurt turns to you and says "We dare you to fly off the roof!" You instantly pale. "Guys, I'd wake the entire mansion up. Can't you think of something better?" you try reason, but Scott jumps in and quips "What, too much of a pussy?" You glare at him and he shrinks back a bit. "Oh, come on Y/N, it'll be fun! Besides, we've never seen you fly before!" Jubilee chines in.You feel your face start to heat up and your hands shaking.

All too quick, you stand up and stumble over an excuse of needing the bathroom. Jean frowns at you as you scurry out the room, opening her mouth to interfere but Scott has already started truth or dare again.

You rush down the halls, ignoring the looks of any onlooking students. You just wanted to get outside and sit in the garden, and cry a little bit, because of your stupid fucking-

Bam!

You whack into someone tall and stagger back a little, mumbling a small 'Sorry' and continuing on your way. You run over to your spot and finally break down. Tears stream down your face, and all you can think is 'Why did it have to be me? Why me?'  You curl up into a ball, your wings encasing you in a cold shell.

Why me?

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Logan was walking down the halls after a very, very tiring day- also known as Hank used him as his 'assistant' in the lab. Personally he thought this was payback for drinking all the good whiskey, but hey, could you blame him? Anyway, as he thinks about how damn good that whiskey was, he slams into some kid. Taken aback, he looks down to see a very distraught Y/N, who quickly runs away. "What the fuck?" he mutters, immediately turning to follow them.

A good ten minutes of running to catch up with this kid pass, and Logan slows down as he approaches soft crying. He cautiously walks around the tree.

The snap of a tree branch makes you whip your head towards the noise and growl- only to start crying again once you realize it's just Logan. He awkwardly sits down beside you and wait for you to start talking.

Some time passes and your cries slowly quite down to just sniffles and the occasional hiccup. You rub your eyes and look over at Logan, who simply asks "What happened, kid?" You sigh and look at the ground for a moment, before pulling your tail halfway into your lap and stare at your missing fin. "When I first got my mutation, my parents weren't.." you pause and glance over for a moment "Well you can imagine how they'd react to their kid growing wings and a tail." Logan softly hums beside you.

"Anyway, they realized that I wouldn't be able to fly if I didn't have one of my fins, so they.." you trail off and stare at your tail. Logan takes a sharp intake and breaths out "Jesus, kid I'm sorry." You stare at your tail for another moment and continue "Me and the others were playing Truth or Dare and they dared me to fly off the roof. I didn't have the confidence to tell them I couldn't, so.." you vaguely gesture to the field surrounding you two. Logan is silent beside you, thinking deeply.

"Well," Logan starts "We could always talk to Hank about making prosthetic fin?". You turn and stare at him, prompting him to continue "Think about it. People get prosthetic hands and legs all the time, why would it be different for you? Just means Hank would have to make it and not some corporation." You start to process what he's saying- you could be able to fly! You grin at Logan who returns it immediately.

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*Two Weeks Later*

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After two weeks of Professor McCoy doing measurements and fitting prototype prosthetics on you, it's finally time. You're going to fly. Which sounds so much easier in your head.

You peer over the edge of the roof, cringing at how high you're up. You step back and weakly joke "Hey, if it doesn't work do I get a refund?" Professor McCoy huffed a laugh, and said reassuringly "Trust me, it's going to work." You hum and mutter under your breath "Yeah, like the last two did." Logan claps a hand on your back, "C'mon kid, it's just a leap of faith. The second you jump you'll be fine." You glance at him and step back again, rolling your shoulders back. It's just a leap of faith, that's all it is.

You take a deep breath, and take a running leap off the roof. For a moment you're plummeting towards the ground, wind blurring your eyes and whipping through your hair. Then you pull up your wings and suddenly you're soaring through the air, faster than light itself. You start laughing maniacally- you're fucking flying! You turn around and fly over Professor McCoy and Logan. You can just hear Logan yelling "Fuck yeah, kid!"

You pull yourself upwards into the clouds and slow down, admiring the view. You swoop down to the clouds and fly through them, soaking your clothes. Oops. You twirl around in the air, feeling free as can be.

Eventually you return to Logan and Professor McCoy, and you immediately hug the latter mumbling a "Thank you Professor." He smiles and returns the hug, responding warmly "No problem. Remember to tell me if you have any problems with it." He nods to Logan, and walks downstairs.

You grin at Logan, "Did you see me up there? I was so fast! I was in the fucking clouds, Logan! The clouds! And- and it was so cool! I was so cool!" Logan laughs at your excitedness, wrapping an arm around you as you continue to ramble about how awesome flying was and how you could bring him up there someday.

#platonic xmen #platonic! logan howlett x gn!teen!reader #logan howlett x gn!teen!reader #jubilation lee x gn!teen!reader #platonic! jubilation lee x gn!teen!reader #hank mccoy x gn!teen!reader #platonic! scott summers x gn!teen!reader #scott summers x gn!teen!reader #platonic! jean grey x gn!teen!reader #jean grey x gn!teen!reader #platonic! kurt wagner x gn!teen!reader #kurt wagner x gn!teen!reader #platonic gn!reader #platonic teen!reader #toothless!reader