#he may steal best boi crown

[devilsrecreation]

I’ve had this in my mind for a while so now I give you

Outlander Pirate AU (feat. Makuu)

-This is definitely one of the Zootopia-esque au’s because who doesn’t love animal pirates?

-The hyenas and vultures are part of one big crew, with Janja as the Captain and Mzingo as his first mate

-Jasiri and Reirei both defied gender roles by being Captains of their crew. Reirei met Goigoi while captured on another ship and she rose to the top. She married Goigoi and her crew grew from there

-Jasiri is actually a privateer who works under newly crowned King Kion. She eventually convinces Janja’s crew to merge with hers and is known as “The Pirate Queen” by everyone else.

Janja agreed cuz he maaay or may not have a repressed crush on Jasiri but he’ll obviously take that to his watery grave

-Captain Kiburi formed a new pirate crew after he started a mutiny against his former captain, Makuu. Makuu, however, had seen it coming and was able to fend off Kiburi and his followers. His crew isn’t as big as the other pirate captains, but holy shit can they fight. They’ve killed more animals than the rest combined

-Kenge was found as a stowaway on Kiburi’s ship, with him against the world and turning to piracy for survival. The crocs wanted to kill him on sight, but Kenge had something they didn’t: venom. So when Tamka tried to attack after calling him “little”, he ferociously bit him and held him at knifepoint. It was then when Kiburi had a better idea: Why not put that anger and those fighting skills to good use? He’s now one of the crocs, being Kiburi’s new friend and best fighter. Everyone thinks they should be scared of the crocodiles when it’s really him you gotta worry about. Kiburi likes to use him as a threat. Either give them all the loot or they’ll sick Kenge on you

-Sumu is an interesting story. Kiburi’s crew found him while exploring a desert island. It’s unknown how he got there in the first place (he doesn’t like to talk about it), but he ultimately joins the crew as a cabin boy among Kenge’s suggestion. Kiburi thought nothing of it until he saw Sumu in action. Turns out he can fatally stab people so that’s fun.

-Ushari was once a great pirate, but after too many near death experiences, he decided to become a grumpy innkeeper with Shupavu and Njano as his employees. They usually act as bartenders who serve drinks to the guests.

-After Makuu started a mutiny against him, Pua stepped down from captain of his crew and resides at the inn, telling all kinds of stories to anyone who would listen

-Hodari is a cabin boy in Makuu’s float. It was always his dream to be a pirate and he was able to prove himself when he helped Makuu steal from Kiburi (after Kiburi stole from him first lol)

-All the captains act like mortal enemies at sea, but put them next to each other in a tavern or Ushari’s inn and they’re acting like they’ve been friends for years

-Out of all the crews, Kiburi’s curses the most. They’ve even done it in the inn when they visited for the night. Ushari had to threaten to bite them on the spot if they didn’t stop driving his customers away. The skinks didn’t do much to help, as Shupavu was too busy laughing and Njano was encouraging them

-Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed are also retired pirates, giving their ship to Janja’s crew once they put the life behind them. They own a tavern, which is another popular hangout spot for pirates

-Njano once snuck onto Kiburi’s ship on his day off. It was a disaster

Kiburi’s realization went like this

#may or may not add more to this but this is all i got #no but i can imagine all the outlanders singing fucked with an anchor and jasiri or ushari just like 😑 #don’t be fooled though pirate kiburi still doesn’t sing lmao #tlg au #tlg outlanders #the lion guard

[nebulaafterdark]

Can I get something Aegon x Velaryon(Strong) reader where she is his betroth but when he wears the crown she takes side with her mother. Rhaenyra annuls the betrothal and betrothes reader with Cregan Stark. Reader goes to Storm’s End with Luke to gain support. Well the rest is like in the show but Aemond takes her to King’s Landing forcefully after he kills her brother and when Aegon learns she’s betrothed with Cregan he weds her and makes her his queen no matter how much she resist. If you are uncomfortable you don’t have to make it yandere or dobcon/noncon. There can be smut or something else it doesn’t matter. I trust your imagination. I really love your Aegon x Velaryon(Strong) reader theme. There is no enough content in Tumblr about Aegon x niece!reader. Most Aegon contents are about Aegon x sister!reader and those contents doesn’t fulfill my thirst for enemies to lovers plot.

I love it! Enemies to lovers just hits different. But I feel they’re more like frienemies to start. Aegon definitely pulled her hair as a kid and if anyone hurt her (besides him) may the gods give them rest lmao. Let’s get into it 💜

Storm’s End

Aegon x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

Warning: Targcest, Yandere!Aegon, dark subject matter, mentions of sex, themes of non/dubcon.

Storm’s End. Not a place Aegon’s given much thought to, until now.

Storm’s End. Where the new ruling King sends his brother, Aemond, to retrieve what is his. His half sister’s sweet daughter, Y/N.

Not so long ago they had been betrothed. Before Viserys died and any semblance of ‘family’ shattered. Y/N chose her mother, because she always did.

‘I am no more or less than a vessel tossed about to create the illusion of peace. As my mother’s eldest child, I go willingly, to protect that which come after me.’

That’s what she’d told him. So it came as no surprise when Aegon learned Rhaenyra had betrothed Y/N to Cregan Stark instead. It stung a bit at first, Y/N was the only person he’d bothered getting to know. Unlike his family, affections for him were not guaranteed. Unlike the whores from the pleasure house, she was not required to give him time of day; only to wed him and bear his heirs.

It is no secret that Aegon is intrigued by the Princess. He spent most of his days imagining where she would fit into his life, what their children would look like, how his cock would feel stuffed inside every hole she had. Perhaps it was wrong, perverse at the very least. But so long as she was his no one could stop it. No one would dare.

When word comes that Rhaenyra’s camp has begun flying about the realm, trying to steal his throne, Aegon sees his opportunity and he seizes it. But from the sound of his future Queen, all but growling like a caged animal, something must have gone amiss.

Aemond enters the room, with Y/N kicking and swinging at him, as they go.

“Get your hands off me, you fucking traitor.” Y/N demands, tossing her head back against Aemond with enough force to dislodge his nose.

“Quiet, bastard!” He seethes, shoving her toward his brother to tend his bleeding.

“I told you I wanted her unharmed.” Aegon rushes to Y/N, taking her around the waist. Partly to comfort, mostly to restrain. Her dark hair falls carelessly about her, escaping from the braid trailing down her back. Her cheeks stained with tears, nose running unabashedly. She is inconsolable.

“She did not come easy.” Aemond informs him, through gritted teeth.

“I wouldn’t go anywhere with you, murderer!” Y/N jerks in his arms, lunging for Aemond as best she can.

“What’s she on about?” Aegon demands, attempting to gentle her to no avail.

“He killed my brother.” Y/N wails, the words wrenching from her throat in an inhuman manner.

“Lucerys owed me a debt.” Aemond half smirks.

“He was a baby.” Y/N cries, “he was just a little boy.”

“Leave us,” Aegon commands.

Aemond nods, clearing the room with the other occupants, until only the King and his Queen remain.

Y/N continues to fight against Aegon, wrestling him to the ground.

“Stop it,” Aegon huffs. His body lying over hers, restraining her hands with his own.

Y/N rears back, spitting in his face.

“Oh my dearest love,” he chuckles, “I’ve missed you too.”

Y/N clunks the back of her skull into the stone floor of the throne room. “Kill me,” she pleads, “do it and be done with it.”

“Shhh,” Aegon frowns, “I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to make you my Queen.”

“No,” she shakes her head.

“Wed you in the tradition of our house and Old Valyria, bind our blood forever. Fuck you full of my children. Tear the Seven Kingdoms apart and rebuild them in your image.”

Y/N lets out a sob. “Please, Aegon. Let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I’ll say you helped me escape.”

Aegon click his tongue at her. Leaning down to her ear, “if I can’t have you, no one will.”

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However improper, Aegon is the one to prepare her for their ceremony. Trickling warm water from the bath over the delicate features of her face.

“Lean up, I’ll wash your hair.” Aegon taps her chin with his forefinger.

Y/N shifts forward, curling in on herself, knees to chest. Arms wrapped tightly around them. “Why are you doing this, Aegon.” Her voice is tired, drained as her body.

It isn’t love, it’s too dark, too selfish, too one sided. It isn’t lust, for he wants more than her body. He hungers for her mind, her soul, to become one in every way. Thoughts of her are all consuming. “Because you’re mine.”

“I’m nothing special. Plain featured bastard at best, by all accounts of your mother.”

“I do not find you plain.” Aegon dampens her locks, smoothing through knotted pieces with his fingers. The dark hair he’s yearned to stroke softly in comfortable silence, to brush sweat damp from her skin as he fucks her.

Y/N peers over at him slowly. Here she has the King on his knees, tending her like a prized possession. She would have married him willingly, in another life. She would have loved him. Instead he chose the crown over her. And she chose her mother over him.

He washes and dries her with a devotion Y/N has never known. Helping her dress in the customary gown.

She is not allowed to leave his side until they are wed before the eyes of thousands. Sliding the blade of her late grandsire’s knife over her palm, pressing it to Aegon’s. Allowing their blood to mingle, seeping into the gauntlet between them.

Y/N feels nothing, not the bite of the blade. Nor the split of her lip, the cool metal of her crown. She is Queen. Traitor to her poor mother who has lost her son. Does she know? Y/N wonders as Aegon reels her in for a kiss. Lapping at the cut on her bottom lip, which matches his own. Does my mother know I’ve betrayed her?

Y/N was always meant to be Queen, one day when Rhaenyra was cold and in her grave. Not now, as she lives and breathes. Does she think I’m dead too?

The bedding ceremony is customary. Y/N goes quietly, draping herself dutifully over the mattress, praying that Aegon is quick about it.

Perhaps he does love her with all the pieces of his decrepit heart. Perhaps she does love him with the fragments of her own. But does it truly matter if this is all they have to show for it? Put on display for the small council as they make love for the first time. To breed children who will feed back and repeat the same jaded cycle.

The sound this thought wretches from Y/N causes Aegon to falter and uncomfortable shifting in the viewing gallery. “I am sorry, sweet girl.” He squeezes her fingers in his.

Had he always been holding her hand?

A lifetime passes in that room and yet no time at all. When it is done the crowd clears; they are alone. Y/N cries, Aegon does too.

If only she and Luce had been sent elsewhere that day. Anywhere but Storm’s End.

“I’m going to get you out of here.” Aegon whispers, stroking her hair with an affection he shouldn’t be capable of. “We’re going to steal away on a ship, sail away, never to return.”

Y/N curls her fist against his chest. “Why would you do that for me?”

“I never wanted this,” he breathes. Not the crown, not the stupid chair. “I wanted you.”

Cregan Stark might have been nice. He might have been a better ally to their cause. In time, he might have come to care for her. But Cregan wouldn’t scour the narrow sea in search of her. Aegon would.

Part 2

#house of the dragon #hotd aegon #hotd smut #hotd fanfic #aegon ii #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen smut #aegon smut #aegon targaryen #aegon x you #aegon x reader #aegon the elder

[bookshelf-dust]

body and soul

sirius black x gn!reader

word count: 1,418

warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos?, flirting, fluff

a/n: hi! i wanted to write more sirius, and here we are. i think this is really sweet. i hope that you enjoy it! also, the title is a mr. darcy line from pride and prejudice (2005). i couldn’t resist, okay? sue me. anyways, let me know what you think and i love you!! <33

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“I thought you said I could braid your hair, you little shit.” You remove your fingers from his curls. 

Sirius scoffs, leaning his head back to try and chase your hand. “Quite a mouth you’ve got on you.” 

You let up, continuing to scratch your nails over his scalp. You’d say he’s almost purring, but that’d be the wrong animal, you’re afraid. 

Sirius is sat on the floor between your legs. When you’d asked to play with his hair, he’d agreed, though this isn’t what you’d meant. He doesn’t seem to care. If you hear one more “five more minutes,” you might just kill him. 

“Regulus?”

“Hm?” The boy is sprawled out on the bed behind where you sit, flipping through something of Sirius’ he’d picked up upon entering the room.

“Who should we invite to your brother’s funeral?”

He snorts, and you can feel his shoulders shaking against the mattress. Sirius’ eyes snap open. “My what? What crime have I committed that is so heinous for you to now discuss my death?” 

He leans his head back, stormy eyes blinking up at you. 

“You haven’t let me braid your hair when that’s exactly what I asked of you.”

Sirius lets out a whine. “But I like the scratches.” 

“I know you do. But, frankly my love, you’re being a pain in my ass.”

He turns around to face you, sitting up on his knees, hands grabbing at your ankles. “Oh but I like your ass, wouldn’t want to hurt it now, would we?”

“Okay, gross. I’m going,” Regulus proclaims, but he doesn’t move an inch. He flips over onto his back, shielding his eyes with his forearm.

“Can I braid yours, Reg?” 

He peeks at you from underneath his arm. “Sure.”

You push further back on Sirius’ bed, trying to escape his grasp. He’s quick to stand, towering over you, hands creeping up your legs. There’s a look of faux betrayal on his face; you know better than to think he’d actually be upset about you choosing his brother’s hair to braid first. 

“Get back, you dog.”

Sirius gasps, and with one scandalized hand pressed to his chest—the other slapping at his sibling for laughing—you dart out of his range. 

You make it to the other side of the bed, Regulus now in between the both of you. The boy settles, cross legged in the space, and you sit up on your knees to rake through his waves. His hair is a little less wild than his brothers, but just as thick and smooth. 

“Sirius, my love, would you get me the ties and a brush, please?”

The look he receives from you tells him that he has no other choice. He retrieves them for you, though he gives you his best puppy dog eyes before handing them over. “Kiss.”

You smack one on his cheek, and steal the items from his hands. He looks appalled, and sits himself against the headboard, grumpy and brooding. 

Regulus’s hair isn’t nearly as long as Sirius’s, but there’s enough that you make two small french braids with the front section of his hair, tying them together at the crown of his head. You think he looks fantastic, and he’d be lying to himself if he said otherwise. 

He wanders off after his hair is done with, clearly finished with the both of your antics. 

Sirius crosses his arms, giving you a haughty look, as if he doesn’t need attention from you. Really he’s dying for a kiss, for you to play with his hair some more. 

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy, sweetheart,” you coo. He lets his arms drop, mouth ticking up at the corners. He loves it when you call him that. 

“Gimme a kiss, and a good one,” he warns, holding his finger up, “and you may have your way with me.”

“Oh, I may?” You scoot up towards him, hands planting firmly against the mattress on either side of his thighs. 

“Damn right, you may,” he laughs, completely enthralled with you.

You lean in, keeping your eyes on his—something else he’s fond of. You slot your mouth against his, finding the press of his lips to be warm and all-encompassing. Sirius has this way of kissing you, pushing his feelings outward and into you, letting you know how utterly taken he is. How much love he has for you. He makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world, like he will protect you from anything and everything. Nothing touches his baby. 

You try to pull away, but should know better. Sirius is greedy, always wanting seconds and thirds. And he gets them. Every. Fucking. Time. 

When he does let you go, it’s only to scoot further down the bed so that you can rise up onto your knees behind him. He likes it better this way because he can feel the heat of your body much more than if he were to sit on the floor. Being close to you makes him feel safe. Especially in a bedroom that has been a sanctuary from the rest of his home for so long. It’s better still with you in it. 

You comb through his mess of curls, and he tries his best not to groan each time you yank a little too hard. Once the knots are gone, you part his hair down the middle and separate it so you can braid each side. 

Sirius closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hands in his hair, the way your fingers send a chill down his spine each time they graze his neck. 

He’ll never understand how good you are at this, how you could do it with your eyes closed if you had to. He’s watched you do it numerous times, weaving each strand underneath the other, and you’ve even offered to teach him how someday so he can put it up when you’re not around. 

He’s gotten the hang of a regular braid; he just likes it better when you do it. Sirius also thinks he has to keep his hair long forever, because he couldn’t stand to deprive you of this. 

He feels when you finish one braid, the weight of it resting on one shoulder as you begin work on the other. 

“Going to sleep on me, baby?” you question, noticing how quiet he is. 

“Of course not,” he quips, reaching around to squeeze your waist.

You hold the braid firm in one hand, using the other the gently grab his jaw and turn him to face you. You kiss him once, short and sweet, and Sirius doesn’t think he could be more content. More cared for.

“Enjoying this, Black?” You’re beaming at him, eyes alight. This close you can see the freckles on the apples of his cheeks, across his nose. They’re light, but they’re most definitely there. And they’re gorgeous. 

“You know I am. You know, I really think you do it because it shuts me up.” 

You return to braiding, weaving the strands behind his ear together as securely as you can get them. “You got me.”

Sirius chuckles, a warm and honey-like sound. It fills your every nerve with glee.

“I’m all done,” you tell him, sinking back down into the mattress and stretching out your legs, knees having started to ache from being in that position for too long. 

Sirius spins around, grabbing hold of your ankles and tugging so that you fall back onto the bed. He pulls until you’re where he wants you, his body between your legs. He braces his arms on either side of your head, looking down at you, nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. 

“How do I look?”

You yank gently on the ends of his pigtails. “Gorgeous, as always.”

He chuckles. “Oh, how you flatter me, my love.”

You snort, and he enjoys the sound tremendously. Sirius presses his cheek to yours, nuzzling into your hair.

“I love you.” He whispers it into your ear, and the rasp in his voice gives you goosebumps.

“I love you too, baby.” You whisper the response into his ear as he’d done to yours, and the action makes him so happy that he pulls away just so he can kiss you. So that he can kiss every square inch of your face. 

“Thank you for letting me play with your hair,” you say. 

He winks at you, smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to the center of your throat. “Anytime, my sweet.”

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

#savannah’s fics #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x gn!reader #sirius black x gender neutral reader #sirius black comfort #sirius black fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black fic #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black oneshot #regulus black #sirius orion black #sirius black fanfic

[90sbee]

You are my canvas, I am your doll

Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader

1k words. Also on ao3.

And when you two pull apart, he looks even more desirable. Full of need, of love, pupils dilated and lips parted. You caress his eyebrow gently, eyes focused on the way his eyelashes —coated with your mascara and the smudged eyeliner— look on him.

Leon and you attend a party. You just had to do his make-up first.

You know, this is not funny. You let @navstuffs read this one earlier cos you want to spoil her and she ends up giving you more ideas. Not fair. So yeah I guess I’m writing a second part actually.

Content: Mostly reader’s pov. No use of y/n. OOC Leon because he is actually living his best life here and not depressed as shit. Reader is shorter than Leon. Leon is slightly dom but he also calls himself ‘good boy’ and ‘pretty boy’. Pet names, established relationship, Leon confused about make-up items. Did I mention doing his make-up sitting on his lap because yes.

Warnings: +18 cos brief smut (Leon just loves eating pussy, actually). Minors and ageless blogs dni. Alcohol consumption but no one is drunk. Grinding aka slutty dance moves. Leon is insecure about his looks for like. 2 lines.

He is a gorgeous sight, blond strands crowning his face, the way his smirk seems to follow you as you two dance closely, bodies almost locked together. There are others around you, but Leon makes it clear that his gaze is only fixed on you, glittering blue eyes enjoying your figure.

You turn around, stop the lustful grinding against him, and cup his cheek, forcing his strong body to accommodate to your lower height. The alcohol is already making you bubbly, but he does not mind.

“Pretty. Pretty boy,” you breathe out, grazing his lips with delicacy.

“Yeah? Your pretty boy,” he repeats.

You smile.

He is a gorgeous sight indeed. Dark t-shirt doing nothing to hide his pecs, biceps stretching the thin clothing, as if teasing you —you know he is. You press a quick kiss into his lips and for a moment he frowns, surprised. He hadn’t expected it. He mouths something, but the music is too loud to decipher anything.

“What did you say?”

“I asked why just one… Do it again,” he answers, already attacking your neck with gentle bites, eager to mark his precious angel. You huff, and scratch his head, your hips moving once more to the rhythm of the songs.

“I love you.”

“Love you too,” Leon immediately replies, stealing a kiss from you.

And when you two pull apart, he looks even more desirable. Full of need, of love, pupils dilated and lips parted. You caress his eyebrow gently, eyes focused on the way his eyelashes —coated with your mascara and the smudged eyeliner— look on him.

You’re vaguely aware that your lipstick is probably messed up now, but he does not seem to care. Probably finds you the prettiest woman in the world, no matter what.

“See? Told you you’d look so hot with some make-up on.”

He chuckles, standing to his true height, and pulling you into his chest: gentle laugh emanating from his throat as he kisses your temple.

“As long as we don’t do this too often…” Leon warns you, though he is secretly amused by it. He’d do anything for you anyway. Anything to make you happy, to see that toothy smile etched on your face his whole life.

You two dance slowly then, out of beat. The world you share being the only song to follow. You close your eyes, hugging his body, face pressed tightly against him.

You love him so much. You’re so thankful that he accepted to spoil you with your little date suggestion; that after all the pain he has told you about, he is still willing to try to entertain you, even when it comes to such mundane things.

“Mine,” you mewl, gripping his body harder, suddenly feeling way too fortunate for the man that you get to call boyfriend.

Leon smiles, enjoying the touch, snorting as he shakes his head.

“Someone clingy tonight?”

“You know, you’re just looking too fine. Someone may steal you, actually”

“Doubt anyone could just steal me, I’m quite heavy,” he jokes, sliding his hands up and down your back, his fingers grazing your skin.

“I’ll put you in my pocket, young man.”

“I’d like to see you try that, young lady.”

Laughing against his chest, you look up at him, chin pressed against his pecs, the beating heart in his chest as the most joyful song you’ve heard your whole life.

“There’s my sunshine,” he says, voice raspy, caressing your cheek.

You remember then how he let you work on him, sitting on his lap.

“Pretty please?” you beg once more. Leon licks his lips, feigning annoyance though he already knows he will succumb to your demands.

“Remind me again what I’m getting out of this,” he crosses his arms, figure towering over you, a mocking expression on his face.

“You’ll be all gorgeous. Well, even more gorgeous than you already are,” you try to unsheathe your reasonings to him once more, hoping that he will finally accept them this time. And, it must be your lucky day, since Leon just smirks, nodding.

“You owe me a nice meal,” he states, before you take his hand, excitedly guiding him to take a seat on the couch, next to where all your make-up is already awaiting for him.

Truth be told, Leon is more than pretty. Handsome, strong, features of exquisite delicacy. There was nothing you’d change about him, completely enamoured as you are of him. But deep inside, burned your curiosity, how he’d look like with make-up on, lips glossy, or even an elegant smokey eye decorating his eyelids.

As you start grabbing your make-up items, taking a seat on his lap, Leon gulps. He has to admit it, the existence of that little speck of insecurity boiling in his stomach. As you examine a small black stick whose function he ignores, he frowns slightly.

“What exactly are we doing today?” he asks.

“Not sure yet. Probably just something that accentuates your eyes,” you reply, the little tub and stick nearly on his face now. “Your eyelashes are to die for.”

“Is that a good thing?” he inquires, still confused.

“Definitely,” you look at him, concentrated, and he sighs, but nods, consciously choosing to let you work on him in silence.

“I’ll let the pretty artist do her thing,” he whispers, as you start drawing a thin line next to his waterline. Your movements are slow, tongue sticking out as you make sure to nail the eyeliner trace, curling eyelashes with the most utter tenderness and then applying the mascara with very light strokes, warning him not to blink.

“What if I do?” he asks, serious.

“You’re not getting kisses.”

“Sounds like I’ll better be a good boy then,” he adds, pulling your hips closer to his, voice needy.

Leon notices your mind seems to have wandered off. He caresses your cheek with his thumb, his gaze concerned.

“Everything okay?”

You nod slowly, flustered.

“I’m just thinking…”

You just look up at him once more, and Leon swears he could die. Prettiest little thing, so small and precious in his grip, eyes hungry. And he understands. He nods, quickly, before taking your hand, head already anticipating what may fill up the rest of the night.

“Let’s go home, love.”

And when you two end up in bed that night, lipstick on each other’s faces and mascara clumps on your cheeks, framing wet kisses and hard thrusting, you find he has never looked hotter than now. With your make-up all over his face as he, gallant as usual, licks your juices off his lips.

“One more?” He says, though he doesn’t really expects an answer, as he dives his mouth once again between your thighs.

I have to stop thinking of slutty Leon with make-up or I'll go stupid. Dividers by @/cafekitsune and @/vase-of-lilies

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s. kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy smut #mine #writer bee #x reader #nsft

[kipplyi]

BALLISTER VILLIAN AU????

I’ve thought about this for awhile now and I finally did it and I love it. I’ve also kinda thought of some lore and here’s what I have so far.

————————————————————————————————————————--Some Lore: Ballister was adopted by Queen Valerin when he was young and became the prince of the kingdom.

During his coronation to become king, he was framed for murdering his mother and his appointed knight, Ambrosius, cut off his arm in an instinct without any thought.

He managed to escape the city walls without anyone noticing thankfully, but where would he go? He knew nothing about the outside world, if anything it was just as dangerous as staying in the kingdom with a harsh title, if not more dangerous.

While running into the forest, he was found by a skilled archer who was also a shapeshifter. They met when Ballister stopped by a tree to catch his breath and an arrow had been fired into his left eye. After realizing what she had done, the archer curiously dragged the unconscious yet still breathing body to her hideout.

After he woke up, she interrogated him. He told her that he was recently framed for murder and was running for his life. He also told her that he was the soon-to-be king.

She realized that he could be quite useful in her plan of revenge on the kingdom, since she too had been outcasted.

She said she would let him stay and use her resources if he helped her in a plan of revenge. After all, he would need her bandages and food if he wanted to survive out here, and he didn’t want to make an enemy he knew he couldn’t defeat. So he cautiously agreed.

After getting Ballister patched up, the archer introduced herself as Nimona.

Months pass by and they have turned to a life of crime. Atleast 3 times a week they visit the kingdom to steal resources such as food, drinks, extra scrap for patching or building, valuables, info about who the real murderer of the queen is, and weaponry.

One day when out looking for extra spray paint cans for Nimona’s vandalizing gig, the fallen prince had over heard the Squire talking to himself. “I should’ve told the prince that his sword was switched by the Director. None of this would’ve happened if I was successful.”

In an instant, Ballister was enraged. The Director did it. She was to blame for his mother’s death. “Nimona, new plan. And this time, our objective is the Director.”

Later that night Ballister found his sword covered in the Director’s blood. He had done it. She was gone. And he can finally rest. Right..?

And within a few minutes, his ex-appointed knight Ambrosius had busted into the office when alerted with the Director’s cry. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Well if it isn’t the golden boy?”

After the Director’s death, Ballister had taken back his crown and title as king. He may have enlarged his murderous title, but he didn’t care. Not this time. Consumed by his anger and grief, Ballister became the evil king in every fairytale. The kingdom was in his bondage, there was no escape. No one to stop him.

Ambrosius fled before he was captured by the new king’s servants and before the wall was sealed off. He was alone now, and even worse, his best friend, the man he loved, was his enemy. Alone in the woods, he wondered what he should do next. If he could do anything at all.. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————

I will post more about this au bc I am honestly in love with it so far. I may also write a fic about this au too I’m sure about that yet, but if I do stay tuned! <3

#nimona #ballister #ballister boldheart #ballister fanart #ambrosius #ambrosius goldenloin #nimona movie #ballister villian au #villian au #nimona villian au

[steveshairychest]

Robin is Prince Steve's court mage.

She's instructed to protect him, to aid him and, although it wasn't a direct order from the King, she's to be his friend.

Wherever Steve goes, Robin is right behind him. She's there when his father makes him pick a girl to be his bride out of a line up, she's there to hold him as he cries when his mother's illness finally takes her, she makes it snow in his room when they've had a little too much of his father's expensive wine.

And she's there when Steve finds the boy in the woods.

He's been attacked by wolves, his horse lay motionless close by, and there's so much blood. Robin doesn't know what to do. She stands there shaking as Steve jumps off his horse and goes to the boy's side. He's still breathing, he reaches for Steve weakly and to Robin's surprise, Steve brings his bloody hand to his lips and kisses it.

"You're gonna be okay, Eds."

Steve turns to Robin. "You have to heal him, Robin, please." He's crying, he's crying for this boy that Robin has never seen. She knows everyone Steve is friends with, it's part of her job, but somehow Steve has kept this boy a secret from her. "I can't lose him, Robs, please!"

"Steve, I- I'm forbidden to use my magic on people outside of the royal family. You know this. Come we must go." The words hurt to say, but it hurt more to see the tears in Steve's eyes as he looked at her incredulously, like he didn't recognise her.

"Go, Steve- "

"No, Eddie, I'm not leaving you." He leans down and kisses Eddie's forehead before looking up at Robin, his eyes pleading for her to help. "I love him." He whispers, almost like he's afraid anyone but them will hear.

This is news to her, as far as she knew, Steve loved Nancy. She'd think he was lying but she can see it in his eyes, in the way his hands shake as he carefully brushes bloody hair out of the boys eyes and whispers comforting words to him.

She shouldn't do it, she'd be whipped in the town square for using something as precious as magic on anyone that wasn't royalty but she'd be hurting Steve if she walked away.

Robin sighs shakily and then shakes her head. She's sworn to Steve and everyone that he loves, which now included this boy currently bleeding in her prince's arms.

"Fuck, okay." She drops down to her knees next to the boy that had managed to steal her best friend's heart and and gently places her hands on his gaping wounds. "If I heal you, you have to promise to keep Steve safe." The guy gives a weak, shaky thumbs up. "There's no doubt we are being watched. We won't be safe." She's looking at Steve as she says this, she needs him to know the consequences, she needs him to know that if she heals him everything is going to change.

If he wants to be with Eddie they need to flee.

They both know the King would rather have no heir at all then have an heir that defies him, that goes behind his back and falls in love with a nobody.

"We'd already planned to leave tomorrow." Steve doesn't look at Robin when he says this and it hurts to know that he's been keeping so many secrets from her. They'd sworn to always be truthful with each other.

And now Steve has a secret lover that he was planning to run away with on his wedding day.

God, did Nancy know?

This was supposed to be a fun ride through the woods. They were supposed to pick flowers for Nancy and have a picnic under their favourite tree.

Now, everything is going to change because of one boy.

"Kinda bleeding out here." Eddie chokes and weakly gestures to his wounds.

"Right, yeah, sorry. This will hurt." She closes her eyes, ignores the feel of his blood on her hands, and focuses on stitching him back up. They won't have long after this.

Every use of her magic is tracked by the King's mage, they'll see this as an act of treason. She may be Steve's mage but she's also sworn to the crown, her magic isn't her own anymore.

"Will you come with us?" Steve asks, he's got Eddie's head in his lap now and he's using his very expensive shirt sleeve to gently wipe the blood off his face. Eddie winces every now and then as Robin sews him back together with her magic, she's only done this once before and it was when Steve drunkenly fell down the stairs after his engagement celebrations.

"I can't come with you, Steve." She says quietly and pulls her hands away from Eddie. He's still covered in blood but he's been healed, she even took care of the illness she felt whisper to her from within him. She needs him healthy, needs him to look after her prince. "They can track my magic, I will just give you away." She stands up and avoids Steve's tear filled eyes, she needs to be strong.

She walks over to where their horses are waiting and rests her forehead on her horse's face to hide her tears. "You may take my horse, only I can track her and that way I'll know where you are. You can send letters to my mother's house, I promise to read them all."

Giving away her horse is a big deal and Steve knows it.

The white thoroughbred is her familiar and one of the last shape shifters in the kingdom, a secret they have both kept since they were children. She's Robin's heart and soul and now she's giving her to Steve.

"I'll keep her safe."

They don't say much while they saddle up. Robin knows that if Steve even as much as looks at her with those big, sad hazel eyes, she'll break down, she'll beg him to stay or worse, she'll go with him. Every part of her aches to stay by his side but she knows it won't end well. The King would find them in a matter of hours.

Robin whispers quietly to her horse, tells her all the places they will be safe, while Steve helps a sore Eddie onto his horse, Robin forget to mention that his body will ache for a few days. "Can't believe I'm going for a ride on Prince Steve's stallion." Eddie says cheekily, his hair is matted with his own blood and there's dirt all over him, but Robin can see why Steve chose him.

She wishes she had more time to get to know the man Steve loves.

"Don't say good bye." Steve whispers into her hair, his arms crush her into an almost painful hug but it's okay, she's squeezing him just as tight. "We'll see each other again. I swear it."

"My heart will be with you wherever you go." She whispers, it's taking every ounce of control she has to not fall apart in Steve's arms. Her whole life is being tipped upside down and there's nothing she can do to stop it. She wishes there was some way for them to stay, wishes her magic was strong enough to keep them hidden in the kingdom but it's not.

She'd seen the King's mage's crow fly over head. It wouldn't be long until her treachery was reported to the King, until the King knew that his son is in love with someone that won't be able to continue his royal blood line.

Eddie would be killed if they stayed. Steve would he locked away and Robin doesn't want to think about what would happen to her.

She pushes those thoughts to the back of her mind. She needs to focus on these last fleeting moments she has with her best friend.

"Is there anything else you've been keeping from me that you'd like to share before you ride off into the sunset with your secret boyfriend?" She jokes through tears. They pull away from the embrace and rest their foreheads together, just like they used to as kids. She doesn't know when it became their thing but it soothes her aching heart to just be in the same space as her best friend.

Steve huffs out a laugh and says, "I never loved Nancy, she never loved me. She has eyes for someone else. You should comfort her in my absence." Steve pulls back fully and winks, his lips pulled up in a cheeky smile.

"Oh my god."

"She speaks fondly of you. Very fondly."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner!" Robin's smiling now, a blush staining her cheeks as she playfully shoves Steve's shoulder, but then her smile falters. "Does she know you're leaving?"

Steve nods and kicks a rock. "She met Eddie last week, she told me to go, she's packing my bag as we speak but I guess I'm not going to have time to go back and get it." He reaches for her hand and gives it a comforting squeeze. "That's why I wanted to go for a ride today, I was going to tell you everything and introduce you to Eddie but then the wolves got him." He looks over his shoulder at Eddie, who is talking to Steve's horse and sharing an apple with him. Gross. "Which I feel wasn't a coincidence."

Robin knows it wasn't a coincidence. Wolves don't live in this part of the woods, there's wards to keep them out. They'd have to be let in.

She doesn't want to tell Steve that.

So, she links their arms and walks him over to her horse. "He's a bit odd. Are you sure he's the one?" She says while watching as Eddie leans too far forward to feed the horse and nearly slips off.

Steve smiles fondly at him and nods his head, his crown glitters and catches the light that peaks through the trees. "I'm sure. You don't have to worry."

He hoists himself up on her horse and then leans down to press a kiss to Robin's forehead. "Take care of yourself, Robin. Thank you for everything. I'll see you again soon, yeah?"

They need to play pretend, need to ignore the truth that weighs heavy on them both.

That this really is good bye.

"I'll see you soon, my Prince." She whispers and steps away from the horse. "Tell me all about your adventures when we see each other again."

Steve inhales sharply and tries to hide the wobble of his bottom lip with a smile. "Until then."

And then they're off, riding side by side through the thick forest. Steve's laughter echoes around her as Eddie takes the lead and smiles back at Steve, his smile is bright and dazzling. He will keep her prince happy and that comforts her, even as she watches them slowly disappear.

She kisses three of her fingers and then blows the kiss out towards the retreating figure of Steve, her best friend, her brother, her soulmate.

"Good bye, my heart."

#DID ANYONE SAY FANTASY AU ?!% #this is really long im sorry #platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #steddie #st4 vol2 #fantasy steddie #eddie munson #stobin

[merakiui]

AAAAAaAAAAGH I JUST READ YOUR ROYAL ALPHA LEECH BROTHERS FICK AND CONSISTS!!! And I raise you this!

The tweels and the little maid were childhood friends. She'd help sneak them around the castle to get out of bring lessons and even ruffhouse with them. They were thick thieves. They'd joke about marrying one another as kids tend to do. But as they grew and the staff and crown found out about there little games they became more strict. Kids will be kids after all so no punishments but she had to fall in line. It was drilled into her how to properly act and be a servant, much to her dismay. And the twins were told to stay away till she was taught how to act.

Once puberty hit and hormones kicked in, she was shamed for her past. For playing like a boy instead of a girl. Act like a proper lady and maid, she was told. And she did. In public, that is. In private, she hated it all. She'd rather spare and sword figh that fold laundry and clean up. Oh, how she missed the twins. But by now, they've probably forgotten her even though they all still see one another. And from the whispers she even starts to think they hate her now.

The twins were bored. They misses there friend. The one who saw them not as royal but at friends. They missed the games they would play and talks they'd have. Jade would remimber how they'd look for mushrooms and sneak some into the kitchen in hope of trying some. It nev3r happen do to the strict rules. And floyd missed the way she'd squeeze him back when they'd play. Things only got worst when they started presenting. The maid now an adult presents as an omega and is forsed to take drugs and suppressants as to not distract anyone.

The twins to no ones surprise but turned out to be alphas and were told to take suppressants when needed.

The twins may have unconsciously even started to bully the maid. They want to see her and play with her more. Only this time it's not so innocent. They want her as a mate. To watch her belly swell with there pups/eggs. They want to mark her so no one else can have her. But the rules keep that from happening.

And that's all I got so far XD sorry if this is weird

AAAAA YES YES >v< I love the trope of royal who wants to be with the servant but is held back by rules (and eventually decides to break the rules). It's so delicious omg!!!!

I like to imagine the twins find ways to inconvenience you. At first it was things like stealing your suppressants and hiding them or failing to provide enough so you're the only maid left without them (just so that it makes finding you in the palace much easier when your scent is the only one blanketing the air). But then they go out of their way to find your clean laundry and scent it so that when it's returned to you your uniform is drenched in their scent. >:) and no one's going to tell them to stop when they're the Prince Jade and Prince Floyd, soon-to-be rulers of the kingdom.

Maybe they catch you trying to sneak out of the palace so you can slip into town to buy suppressants because, for some odd, unexplainable reason, yours keep disappearing or you never receive them. And you can't keep going without suppressants, otherwise your heat will leave you indisposed for a few days and you need to be able to work without trouble! Or maybe you sneak out of the palace to buy suppressants from a certain merchant (Azul) who knows how to procure all the best selection of medicines for monitoring heats and masking pheromones. Maybe in exchange for these things you offer to help him through his heats (or ruts if he's an alpha). OOOOO imagine coming back to the palace before dawn with your suppressants, but you reek of an alpha stranger's pheromones (because you just helped Azul through his rut) and the twins smell him on you and !!!!!!! jealous tweels....... orz jealous tweels who want to tear the throat out of the one who so obviously slept with and scented you!!

Omg omg or tweels who don't take their rut modulators, so they're on the verge of going feral. orz they're so scary, all elongated canines, pupils blown wide, heavy breathing... they have to be locked away beneath the palace in the dungeons to mitigate any potential damage, and their only request when they're still somewhat lucid is that you have to come down to see them. >:) maybe they're collared and chained (perhaps even muzzled) all for the sake of keeping you safe, but not for long because they convince order you to remove the restraints and........ one thing leads to another and so essentially feral alpha tweels fuck you on the cold, grimy cobbles of the dungeon floor hehe.

And they knot you, so there's a high possibility you will get knocked up with pups hehe!!! And for extra measure, albeit they're not entirely thinking of the repercussions and it's not like they really, truly care for them, they bite your neck and now you're bound to them. They've never followed the rules anyway, so why should they let something like that hold them back?

>_< it's even worse for poor you because these are your childhood friends, who were once so sweet when neither of you were old enough to start presenting, and so back then secondary genders meant nothing. Now your kind childhood friends are mean bullies forcing you to bear their heirs for the throne. :( and you have no say in it because they always get their way. Greedy, spoiled eels........

#twisted chit chat #tw: omegaverse #tw: abo #n/sfw

[wannaseewhatshangin]

request:

The greasers reaction to there s/o who is a singer when they are on stage singing a song they wrote about them that they didn't know about.

Im SO sorry this took forever. I'm doing it right now because I just now have the motivation to do it, um I just recently went through my old requests and found this and I'm so excited. (Also I'm going to use a Taylor swift song "Enchanted" for this fic <3)

[All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you.]

You stood tall as you watched the crowd's eyes stare back at you, only looking for the eyes you know.

You were scared to death. Your closest buddies were going to watch you perform and you wrote a song for them.

You first met eyes with Darry, sending an excited wave at him.

The music started and you grabbed your mic.

"There I was again tonight. Forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place."

You sang quietly as you met eyes with Dallas, two-bit and Johnny.

Dal's cold eyes made you nervous and made you feel like you wanted to jump off the stage and fall to the ground.

"Walls of insincerity. Shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face. All I can say is it was enchanted to meet you."

The gang stood dumbfounded as you sang unfamiliar lyrics.

"Why haven't we heard this before?" Steve asked the gang.

"Maybe it's for some ol boyfriend." Two-bit joked before soda stepped in.

"Man, she ain't got no boyfriend."

"Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?". Across the room, your silhouette starts to make its way to me. The playful conversation starts. Counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy And it was enchanting to meet you. All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you"

You started to get more comfortable for the chorus, pointing to the gang discreetly, smiling brightly.

"She pointin' at us?" Ponyboy asked Johnny.

He just shrugged, also wondering who it was you were pointing at.

You continued to sing your song that you spent nights on, wanting to make sure it was perfect for the boys.

"This is me praying that, this was the very first page. Not where the story line ends. My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon I was enchanted to meet you."

You sang the rest of the song, ending it off by introducing the gang to the crowd.

"This song was made for my best friends. Darry is the dad of the group. Always keepin' us together and makin' sure we ain't breakin' our necks." You said, Darry smiling at you from a distance.

"Steve. I may not like you that much but you entertain me by doin' dumb shit. Good job for not killing yourself. And uh. Sodapop, Your movie star looks aren't gonna save you from this ass whooping you about to get if you don't stop leaving your work shoes in the middle of the floor. Love ya though." You said jokingly as Steve flipped you off, smiling at you as well as the crown "oo"ed as you said your part to soda.

"Ponyboy and Johnny. I love you two so much. And Ponyboy you need to stop stealing my cigarettes. Please and thank you. Johnny, I know you don't have a nice family at home but you have a nice family with us and we are here to stay." You saw Ponyboy holding Johnny as he teared up, wiping his nose.

"Two- Bit. One of my favorites. If you don't stop waking me up at three in the morning I'm gonna kill you. Yeah. I see you smiling over there. Don't think I won't hop off this stage and kick your ass. Love you." Two-Bit laughed loudly, along with the gang.

You looked at Dallas, your hands getting sweaty slightly.

"Dallas. Uhm, you may look like an asshole but you- no you still are. Stop taking my snacks. The next time I catch you I'm gonna pop you in the mouth. But I learned to look past your bitchy attitude and I learned that you just need to be cared for. We care for you and you need to know that you aren't fucked up. You just have a bitchy attitude. Love you asshole."

The crowd clapped and hollered.

"I love ya'll so much and I would risk it all for you guys." Half talking to the crowd. But you were really talking to your buddies.

#Hope you can forgive meee #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade #sodapop headcanons #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #the outsiders #steve randle #two bit mathews

[duckprintspress]

6 Queer Books for Autism Acceptance Month!

April is Autism Acceptance Month, so the group of folks at Duck Prints Press who suggest titles for these rec lists dug into personal favorite queer reads to find these six titles that include queer characters who are explicitly or implied to be autistic. Our picks are:

The Luis Ortega Survival Club by Sonora Reyes

Ariana Ruiz wants to be noticed. But as an autistic girl who never talks, she goes largely ignored by her peers—despite her bold fashion choices. So when cute, popular Luis starts to pay attention to her, Ari finally feels seen.

Luis’s attention soon turns to something more, and they have sex at a party—while Ari didn’t say no, she definitely didn’t say yes. Before she has a chance to process what happened and decide if she even has the right to be mad at Luis, the rumor mill begins churning—thanks, she’s sure, to Luis’s ex-girlfriend, Shawni. Boys at school now see Ari as an easy target, someone who won’t say no.

Then Ari finds a mysterious note in her locker that eventually leads her to a group of students determined to expose Luis for the predator he is. To her surprise, she finds genuine friendship among the group, including her growing feelings for the very last girl she expected to fall for. But in order to take Luis down, she’ll have to come to terms with the truth of what he did to her that night—and risk everything to see justice done.

May the Best Man Win by Z. R. Ellor

Jeremy Harkiss, cheer captain and student body president, won’t let coming out as a transgender boy ruin his senior year. Instead of bowing to the bigots and outdate school administration, Jeremy decides to make some noise–and how better than by challenging his all-star ex-boyfriend, Lukas for the title of Homecoming King? 

Lukas Rivers, football star and head of the Homecoming Committee, is just trying to find order in his life after his older brother’s funeral and the loss long-term girlfriend–who turned out to be a boy. But when Jeremy threatens to break his heart and steal his crown, Lukas kick starts a plot to sabotage Jeremy’s campaign. 

When both boys take their rivalry too far, the dance is on the verge of being canceled. To save Homecoming, they’ll have to face the hurt they’re both hiding–and the lingering butterflies they can’t deny.

Hell Follows With Us by Andrew Joseph White

Sixteen-year-old trans boy Benji is on the run from the cult that raised him—the fundamentalist sect that unleashed Armageddon and decimated the world’s population. Desperately, he searches for a place where the cult can’t get their hands on him, or more importantly, on the bioweapon they infected him with.

But when cornered by monsters born from the destruction, Benji is rescued by a group of teens from the local Acheson LGBTQ+ Center, affectionately known as the ALC. The ALC’s leader, Nick, is gorgeous, autistic, and a deadly shot, and he knows Benji’s darkest secret: the cult’s bioweapon is mutating him into a monster deadly enough to wipe humanity from the earth once and for all.

Still, Nick offers Benji shelter among his ragtag group of queer teens, as long as Benji can control the monster and use its power to defend the ALC. Eager to belong, Benji accepts Nick’s terms…until he discovers the ALC’s mysterious leader has a hidden agenda, and more than a few secrets of his own.

The Many Half-Lived Lives of Sam Sylvester by Maya MacGregor

Sam Sylvester’s not overly optimistic about their recent move to the small town of Astoria, Oregon after a traumatic experience in their last home in the rural Midwest.

Yet Sam’s life seems to be on the upswing after meeting several new friends and a potential love interest in Shep, the pretty neighbor. However, Sam can’t seem to let go of what might have been, and is drawn to investigate the death of a teenage boy in 1980s Astoria. Sam’s convinced he was murdered–especially since Sam’s investigation seems to resurrect some ghosts in the town.

Threatening notes and figures hidden in shadows begin to disrupt Sam’s life. Yet Sam continues to search for the truth. When Sam discovers that they may be closer to a killer than previously known, Sam has a difficult decision to make. Would they risk their new life for a half-lived one?

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Wei Wuxian was once one of the most outstanding men of his generation, a talented and clever young cultivator who harnessed martial arts, knowledge, and spirituality into powerful abilities. But when the horrors of war led him to seek a new power through demonic cultivation, the world’s respect for his skills turned to fear, and his eventual death was celebrated throughout the land.

Years later, he awakens in the body of an aggrieved young man who sacrifices his soul so that Wei Wuxian can exact revenge on his behalf. Though granted a second life, Wei Wuxian is not free from his first, nor the mysteries that appear before him now. Yet this time, he’ll face it all with the righteous and esteemed Lan Wangji at his side, another powerful cultivator whose unwavering dedication and shared memories of their past will help shine a light on the dark truths that surround them.

An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon

Aster has little to offer folks in the way of rebuttal when they call her ogre and freak. She’s used to the names; she only wishes there was more truth to them. If she were truly a monster, she’d be powerful enough to tear down the walls around her until nothing remains of her world.

Aster lives in the lowdeck slums of the HSS Matilda, a space vessel organised much like the antebellum South. For generations, Matilda has ferried the last of humanity to a mythical Promised Land. On its way, the ship’s leaders have imposed harsh moral restrictions and deep indignities on dark-skinned sharecroppers like Aster. Embroiled in a grudge with a brutal overseer, Aster learns there may be a way to improve her lot – if she’s willing to sow the seeds of civil war.

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[angry-trashcan]

Lavender

Chapter two of Braiding Lilac

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse

1K WC

(First) (Read on AO3) (Hair Holds Memories)

Dear Ravio,

            I hope this is actually the correct address that Lege Link gave me. It should reach you one way or another. Things are going well with us so there is no need to worry.

          The portal from you led us to my era. We are staying with my family and it has been nice to catch up. I will admit I was a bit fearful when we first landed, but it has gone well. There is a festival later this week that we may attend. My brother and Wild are getting along a little too well. If only he would teach me to shoot like he is him.

         Link is doing well. He seems a bit on edge with being here, though I think it is just with being trapped in a small house with the whole group and my mother and brother. I’m sure he will be fine soon enough. I can almost guarantee the festival will bring his spirits up.

       Write when you can.

                        Your friend,

                               Y/N

Dear Y/N,

            The post man seemed a bit… confused to say the least when I had an extra letter today. He double checked it said my name a few times before handing it over. I still do not understand how he gets them between the eras and portals, but the man seems to have his ways.

            I hope the festival goes well! It seems that you are happy to be home. I know I miss Lorule if I am away for too long, so I am sure it’s a similar feeling. Nothing feels quite the same as your own home’s magic. I hope you continue to enjoy your time there.

            Things have been very well here! The business is getting a bit busier since it’s the summer. Though the heat is starting to take me out, I may even have to lose the scarf.

            Please keep an eye on Link for me. His letters have been rather short. Nearly only a few words. Though I’m sure he just has a lot on his mind.

            Don’t let The Hero of the Wilds steal your brother from you!

                        Your favorite merchant

                                    Ravio of Lorule

Dear Ravio,

            The festival itself was lovely. There were flowers all along the streets, lanterns were lit. It was beautiful. I even convinced the boys to let me braid flowers into their hair and wear flower crowns! And you know how much I love flowers.

However, there was an… incident late in the night. Thankfully everyone was there and so things were taken care of quickly. A portal has opened and we are going to be leaving later today. As much as I have missed my mot brother, I am glad to be leaving after last night. I can’t stand to stay another moment here knowing that he is so close by.

On a much lighter note, I’m glad business is going well for you! Please try to stay out of trouble and not get yourself stabbed in an alleyway or something while we are gone. Link would find a way to bring you back just to kill you again.

Stay away from that one butcher!

            Your favorite problem causer

                        Y/N

My Dearest Problem Causer,

            I’m sorry that you had some issues during your visit home. I can imagine that that wasn’t the best thing to have to deal with. I can’t, however, imagine The Hero of Time with a flower crown. That must have been a sight to be had.

            Link did send me a letter about the incident. It seems like it was a rough thing to have to go through. I’m glad that it was dealt with though. Link seems to be relieved.

             I am, in fact, staying away from the butcher. He wants to buy a knew set of hooks and knives from me, but after our last interaction I am far too afraid to do business with him. He is a butcher after all.

            The lavender fields are in bloom now. They are beautiful this time of year, hopefully you will get to see them. I know you would like them. They remind me of you Link. I’m going to put a few small stocks of lavender into the envelope with this. I hope they find you well.

            Keep me updated on where that portal sends you this time. I’m always anxious to hear.

                        Your friend in trouble making,

                                    Ravio of Lorule

My Dearest Trouble Making Friend,

            I may not even have time for the ink to dry before I send this off, so I apologize if it is short. The post man is waiting for me to finish so he can be on his way.

            We have landed in Wild’s era, but things are… off. For example, there are islands floating in the sky? We haven’t figured out what’s going on quite yet, but my biggest fear is Wild will have to go on another adventure. At least we will all be with him if he does.

            Thank you for the lavender! It was very thoughtful of you. I have some laid out to dry near camp and have a small amount in my hair. I plan to try to make a desert with it.

            The post man is growing impatient so I will have to cut this short. I hope to hear from you soon. I’m going to include a magnolia pedal in the envelope. I brought it with me from my home, it’s my favorite flower and I thought you should have it.

                        Your flower lovering friend

                                    Y/N

(NEXT)

Just a short little exchange between friends

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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 : 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

Writing / roleplay prompts collected from the POV chapters of Catelyn Tully / Stark in A Clash of Kings , the second book of the ASOIAF saga. Feel free to adjust pronouns / etc. as needed.

tw: dark & mature themes, death, violence, suggestive / sexual content

❝ The ancient crown of the Kings of Winter had been lost three centuries ago. ❞

❝ It is no easy thing to wear a crown. ❞

❝ Kneel before the king. ❞

❝ He is not a bold man, this one. ❞

❝ I brought you from our cell to carry my message to your cousin. ❞

❝ I should be most glad to bring your message to the queen. ❞

❝ Understand, I am not giving you your freedom. ❞

❝ You chose to fight beneath a foe’s banner. ❞

❝ I want your pledge, on your honor as a knight. ❞

❝ I do so vow. ❞

❝ Every man in this hall has heard you. ❞

❝ I will do as I pledged. ❞

❝ What is this message? ❞

❝ An offer of peace. Meet my terms, and I will sheath this sword, and make an end to the war between us. ❞

❝ Living men had gone south, and cold bones would return. ❞

❝ He had the truth of it. ❞

❝ He will remain my hostage for his father’s good behavior. ❞

❝ Henceforth, we are no part of their realm, but a free and independent kingdom, as of old. ❞

❝ These are the terms. If she meets them, I’ll give her peace. ❞

❝ Did you see the look on his face? ❞

❝ Take this back to my bedchamber. ❞

❝ I wager there were others who felt the same. ❞

❝ How can we talk of peace while they spread like pestilence over my father’s domains, stealing his crops and slaughtering his people? ❞

❝ We lack the strength. ❞

❝ Do we grow stronger sitting here? ❞

❝ You cannot ask them to remain idle while their fields are being pillaged and their people put to the sword. ❞

❝ It would be an ill thing if he were to leave us. ❞

❝ He lost sons. Who can blame him if he does not want to make peace with their killers? ❞

❝ More bloodshed will not bring your father back to us. ❞

❝ An offer had to be made. ❞

❝ I can’t release him, not even if I wanted to. My lords would never abide it. ❞

❝ Your lords made your their king. ❞

❝ If your crown is the price we must pay to have them returned safe, we should pay it willingly. ❞

❝ Was it war that made you grow so fast, or the crown they put on your head? ❞

❝ The boy has the right of this. ❞

❝ Don’t call me ‘the boy’. I am a man grown, and your king. ❞

❝ That was unworthy of me. ❞

❝ Gods be good, what has become of me? ❞

❝ He is doing his best, trying so hard, I know it, I see it, and yet . . . ❞

❝ I have lost him, the rock my life was built on. ❞

❝ I could not bear to lose them as well. ❞

❝ I’ll do all that I can for them. ❞

❝ If she has any sense, she’ll accept my terms. ❞

❝ I’ll make her rue the day she refused me. ❞

❝ Kings are not supposed to have mothers, it would seem. ❞

❝ I could command you to go. As king. I could. ❞

❝ He’s been a hostage half his life. ❞

❝ He is not a man to be trusted. ❞

❝ Does he know you have returned? ❞

❝ You will want to hear my tidings in private first. ❞

❝ You have her face. I can see it in your cheekbones, and your jaw. ❞

❝ You remember more of her than I do. ❞

❝ I wish I had their faith. ❞

❝ That’s blood up there, smeared across the sky. ❞

❝ Was there ever a war where only one side bled? ❞

❝ When he hears this, he will rage. ❞

❝ Even terror has its purpose. ❞

❝ He would like to fight on a field of his own choosing. ❞

❝ He’ll want something. ❞

❝ I want to weep. I want to be comforted. I am so tired of being strong. ❞

❝ I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while. ❞

❝ No one has ever died of restlessness, but rashness is another matter. ❞

❝ You are all your lord father claimed you were. ❞

❝ As champion, you may ask of me any boon that you desire. ❞

❝ If it lies in my power, it is yours. ❞

❝ My life for yours, Your Grace. From this day on, I am your shield, I swear it by the old gods and the new. ❞

❝ If you wish, we may stand here in the mud and debate what honors and titles are rightly due to each, but it strikes me that we have more pressing matters to consider. ❞

❝ My lady, when you are rested, I would be honored if you would share our meat and mead at the feast tonight. ❞

❝ What is mine is yours. ❞

❝ My sweet queen is all the woman I desire. ❞

❝ Can you drown in grief? ❞

❝ They are boys drunk on song and story, and like all boys, they think themselves immortal. ❞

❝ They’re young and strong, full of life and laughter. ❞

❝ And lust, aye, more lust than they know what to do with. There will be many a bastard bred this night, I promise you. ❞

❝ They are the knights of summer, and winter is coming. ❞

❝ In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining. ❞

❝ I feel the need of some air. Will you walk with me? ❞

❝ He would make an appalling king. Nor is he like to become one. ❞

❝ Men respect him, even fear him, but precious few have ever loved him. ❞

❝ I mean to be king, my lady, and not of a broken kingdom. ❞

❝ We are the first. ❞

❝ Gods grant that I shall do the same. ❞

❝ This is no fight of ours. ❞

❝ I know the king would not wish his mother to put herself at risk. ❞

❝ We are all at risk. ❞

❝ Do you think I wish to be here? ❞

❝ He sent me to speak for him, and speak for him I shall. ❞

❝ It is a sort of game kings play. ❞

❝ I had not thought to find you here. ❞

❝ I am sorry for your lord’s death, though he was no friend to me. ❞

❝ He was never your enemy. ❞

❝ He did his duty, I will not deny it. Did I ever do less? ❞

❝ Yet he took it. That which should have been mine. ❞

❝ How they love to promise heads, these men who would be king. ❞

❝ Men give their allegiance where they will. ❞

❝ I only want what is mine by rights. ❞

❝ We share a common foe who would destroy us all. ❞

❝ The whole of the realm denies it. Old men deny it with their death rattle, and unborn children deny it in their mothers’ wombs. They deny it in Dorne and they deny it on the Wall. No one wants you for their king. ❞

❝ I swore I would never treat with you while you wore your traitor’s crown. ❞

❝ Younger, bolder, and far more comely. ❞

❝ We are all traitors, however good our reasons. ❞

❝ I fear she never saw your little letter. ❞

❝ They are bastards. ❞

❝ Isn’t that a sweet story, my lady? ❞

❝ I must say, it took my breath away. ❞

❝ Do you name me a liar? ❞

❝ If you step in a nest of snakes, does it matter which one bites you first? ❞

❝ You’ve never tasted anything so sweet, I promise you. ❞

❝ I did not come here to eat fruit. ❞

❝ A man should never refuse to taste a peach. ❞

❝ I did not come here to be threatened, either. ❞

❝ When I make threats, you’ll know it. ❞

❝ You’ll be pleased to know she came to me a maid. ❞

❝ Oh, I expect I’ll get a son on her within the year. ❞

❝ How many sons do you have? Oh, yes – none. ❞

❝ If my wife looked like yours, I’d send my fool to service her as well. ❞

❝ Enough! I will not be mocked to my face, do you hear me? I will not! ❞

❝ I hope your new god’s a merciful one. ❞

❝ It grieves me that it must come to this. ❞

❝ You have a cheerful way of grieving. ❞

❝ You must allow a king some flaws, my lady. ❞

❝ I had hoped to help you make peace. I will not help you make war. ❞

❝ She loves him, poor thing. ❞

❝ She’d play his squire just to touch him, and never care how great a fool they think her. ❞

❝ Stay and help me pray. It’s been so long I’ve quite forgotten how. ❞

❝ Did your old gods ever answer you? When you knelt before your heart tree, did you hear them? ❞

❝ When they took his head off, they killed me too. ❞

❝ Death came in that door and blew the life out of him as swift as the wind snuffed out his candles. ❞

❝ Are you blind? The girl loved him. ❞

❝ Some say that after the battle, the king cut out Stafford Lannister’s heart and fed it to the wolf. ❞

❝ I would not believe such tales. He is no savage. ❞

❝ That is no common wolf, that one. ❞

❝ The gods don’t care about men, no more than kings care about peasants. ❞

❝ A good king does care. ❞

❝ Only a mother would keep her children safe, however she could. ❞

❝ I am not made to be a mother. I need to fight. ❞

❝ I could serve you. If you would have me. ❞

❝ You could have let them kill me. I was nothing to you. ❞

❝ When the time comes, I will not hold you back. ❞

❝ I am yours, my lady. Your liege man, or … whatever you would have me be. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours, if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new. ❞

❝ I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth and meat and mead at my table, and pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you into dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. ❞

❝ He asked for you. I did not know what to tell him. ❞

❝ He risks all for a baseborn boy whose blood is not even his own. ❞

❝ He has made common cause with a power greater and darker. ❞

❝ Have you forgiven me? ❞

❝ You’ve done nothing that needs forgiveness. ❞

❝ He loves you fiercely. Believe that. ❞

❝ I gave him my favor to wear. ❞

❝ I gave my maidenhood to this solemn stranger and sent him off to his war and his king and the woman who bore him his bastard, because I always did my duty. ❞

❝ Why do boys so love to play at war? ❞

❝ Knights die in battle, as ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them. ❞

❝ Children are a battle of a different sort. A battle without banners or warhorns, but no less fierce. ❞

❝ At times I feel as though I am being torn apart. ❞

❝ And who will keep you safe, my lady? ❞

❝ Someday you must sing for me. ❞

❝ If we are winning, why am I so afraid? ❞

❝ I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once. ❞

❝ I only thought you might enjoy happier company than mine. ❞

❝ Will holding it secret in your heart make it any less true? ❞

❝ What god would let this happen? He was only a baby! How could he deserve such a death? ❞

❝ Ice can kill as dead as fire. ❞

❝ The Starks do not use headsmen. They always said that the man who passes the sentence should swing the blade. ❞

❝ I will not sleep away my grief. ❞

❝ I fear I am in no condition to receive you. ❞

❝ Look at me, ser. ❞

❝ I see you had no taste for the wine I sent you. ❞

❝ I can have your head off anytime I want. Why would I need to poison you? ❞

❝ We granted you the comfort of a tower cell befitting your birth and station. You repaid us by trying to escape. ❞

❝ A cell is a cell. ❞

❝ No? Then surely it was to have your pleasure of me. It’s said that widows grow weary of their empty beds. ❞

❝ I suppose I could still service you if that’s what you need. Pour us some of that wine and slip out of that gown and we’ll see if I’m up to it. ❞

❝ Was there ever a man as beautiful or as vile as this one? ❞

❝ If you said that in my son’s hearing, he would kill you for it. ❞

❝ Why should I tell you anything. ❞

❝ You think I fear death? ❞

❝ Your crimes will have earned you a place of torment in the deepest of the seven hells, if the gods are just. ❞

❝ If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice? ❞

❝ There are no men like me. There’s only me. ❞

❝ There is nothing here but arrogance and pride, and the empty courage of a madman. ❞

❝ If there was ever a spark of honor in him, it is long dead. ❞

❝ Stay, and you shall have your answers . . . for a price. ❞

❝ Answer my questions and I’ll answer yours. ❞

❝ People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it’s served up. ❞

❝ I am strong enough to hear anything you care to say. ❞

❝ You would never ask that unless you knew the answer. ❞

❝ I want it from your own lips. ❞

❝ He is mine. ❞

❝ You admit to being her lover? ❞

❝ Do all my kin still live? ❞

❝ You were a knight, sworn to defend the weak and innocent. ❞

❝ He was spying on us. ❞

❝ You meant for him to die. ❞

❝ I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die. ❞

❝ You swear you had no part in sending him? ❞

❝ I may indeed have shit for honor, I won’t deny it, but I have never yet hired anyone to do my killing. ❞

❝ Are you trying to deceive me? ❞

❝ Believe what you will, I’m past caring what people say of me. ❞

❝ Your boy must be feeling lonely. ❞

❝ How can you still count yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you ever swore? ❞

❝ So many vows … they make you swear and swear. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or the other. ❞

❝ Only a man like you would be proud of such an act. ❞

❝ We made a bargain, I can deny you nothing. ❞

❝ I do not want to know this. ❞

❝ I think it passing odd that I am loved by one for a kindness I never did, and reviled by so many for my finest act. ❞

❝ Come, don’t you find this all terribly amusing? ❞

❝ That name again. I don’t think I’ll fuck you after all, he had you first, didn’t he? I never eat off another man’s trencher. ❞

❝ Give me your sword. ❞

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[book-place]

Potter Twins

Warnings: cursing, character death, violence, mentions of torture, war, injuries, bad dates, (I chose the house that the reader is in), drinking, drowning, bullying, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: James Potter x sister reader

Inspired by: Brother, by Kodaline

*not my gif*

Summary: Life as a Potter wasn’t always as easy as people may think, there are definitely up’s and downs that come with the life

A/N: I may or may not have gone a little overboard with this one; Yes, I know that I still have a lot of requests piling up but I’m going through a bit of a writers block right now so I promise I’ll get back to work on them as soon as I can

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

When we were young we were the ones, the kings and queens, oh yeah we ruled the world

“Jamie!” You screamed, placing the bright gold crown on top of your head, “I told you that I wanted to be the king, and you’ll be the queen!”

James huffed, putting the pink cape and blue tiara on, “Well how am I expected to be the queen, when I have no purse?” He asked in annoyance, putting his hands on his hips.

You waved a hand dismissively, “I don’t know, figure it out.”

He scanned the living room before walking over to the couch and taking a small pillow as a makeshift purse.

“This will have to do.” He shrugged, studying his ‘purse’.

You looked him over before giving a nod of approval, “We may now leave.” You said in your best attempt at a formal voice, well as close to it as you could get to it as a five year old.

The two of you marched through Potter Manor, on a mission to find your parents through the maze of a house.

Euphemia and Fleamont Potter sat in their dining room, sipping on coffee and trying to enjoy whatever little peace they were getting at the moment.

They didn’t know what drove their normally loud twins into this quiet state, but at the moment they weren’t really complaining.

Their long deserved peace was disturbed though, by their five year old twins marching into their room in royalty costumes.

Mia raised an eyebrow while Fleamont choked on his drink, “What are you kids doing?” Her voice held some slight amusement.

The twins looked at each other and nodded before yelling in sync, “We are the queen and king and we rule this house!”

Fleamont let out a barking laugh and his wife elbowed him in the stomach, “Well that’s very nice kids, what great imaginations you have.”

Your father sniggered, “Yeah kids, what great-“

Mia elbowed him again, three times harder and he doubled over this time.

You and James sent each other a look that was full of mischief, communicating without even talking.

“Attack!” The two of you screamed at the same time before charging at your now wide eye parents.

“Mia, I think we messed up-“ Fleamont cut himself off with his own high pitched scream as his son jumped on top of him and his daughter did the same to his wife.

We smoke cigarettes, man no regrets

“What is that?” You asked with wide eyes, staring at whatever was in your brother's hand.

Said boy smirked proudly, “This, my dear sister, is a cigarette.”

Your eyes widened even more, “James!” You hissed at your ten year old twin brother, “Mum and dad said that those are bad for you!”

He rolled his eyes, “Not that kind of cigarette, this is a candy one from Diagon Alley.” He told you.

Your mouth turned into an ‘oh’ shape as you watched him put it in his mouth, and then blow out bright pink smoke.

“I want one!” You whined.

He rolled his eyes again, but took the bag of them out of his pocket and handed you one, much to your delight.

You tasted it, and when you pulled away you told him, “It tastes like strawberries.”

He nodded, “That’s because it’s the flavor that you got.” His tone was teasing this time.

You moved to taste it again, but the door to James’s room- where you both were- opened up and Fleamont walked in, “Hey kids, have you seen-“ he cut himself off with wide eyes as he saw what was happening.

You both quickly put them down and in sync, scrambled to say, “No, no, no, dad! It’s not what you think!”

But it was too late, your father had already turned on his heels and began running down the hallway, “MIAAA-“

Wish I could relive every single word

“They’re here!”

You woke up to the sound of James screaming at the top of his lungs, bouncing around your room like a bad chocolate frog on the loose.

Slowly opening your eyes with a groan, you glared at your brother slightly because he had woken you up in the middle of summer.

“They’re here!” He repeated with a squeal, finally coming to a stop right in front of your face.

You gave the bespeckled boy's face a harsh push away from yours as you grumbled out, “What the bloody hell are you going on about?”

“Our Hogwarts letters are here!”

That made you sit straight up with wide eyes before looking at your brother suspiciously, “You didn’t open them yet, did you?”

He shook his head, “We promised each other that we would open them together.”

You looked at James with some surprise, not realizing that he would remember the deal you made at the age of six about five years ago.

“Mum and dad don’t even know yet.” He continued, waving two envelopes in front of him.

You gladly accepted the envelope with your name on it and looked up at James who was already looking at you.

“One,” You said in sync.

“Two.” You both got ready to rip it open.

“Three.”

We’ve taken different paths

“Gryffindor!” The sorting hat’s booming voice shouted through the Great Hall.

And right on cue, the whole table of red and gold erupted in applause for James, welcoming your brother with open arms.

James didn’t even spare you a glance as he cheerfully skipped over to where his new friends were sitting.

You felt your heart deflate a little, at least having expected a small smile or wave.

Right after, the teacher, Professor McGonagall, called out your name and immediately all eyes were on you.

Nervously, you walked up to where the stool sat, not yet ready for some ancient hat to decide your fate.

You sat down quietly, holding your breath as the hat muttered in your ear, but you were far too nervous to actually comprehend what it was saying.

After a moment-which was a moment longer than you wanted to be up there-it seemed to come to a conclusion as it yelled out, “Ravenclaw!”

The house of the eagle began clapping for you wildly, but you paid them no mind as you scanned through the sea of people to try and find your brother.

As you walked over to your new table, your eyes finally landed on James, but he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were trained on the table, deep in thought, and he appeared to be ignoring everything going on around him.

You sat down at your table, finally looking away from James, just missing it as he looked up at you.

And traveled different roads

You slowly walked to your very first potions class with some of your new friends surrounding you, chatting happily, completely oblivious to your state.

James and you hadn’t talked since before the sorting ceremony, and this was going to be your first class with the Gryffindor’s of your year, meaning your brother.

As you entered the room, you saw him sitting with who you now recognized to be Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.

And according to one of your new friends who loved to gossip, the four had grown very close in such a short period of time and were practically inseparable, as well as troublemakers. The last part did in fact sound like your brother.

He glanced up as you entered, momentarily making eye contact.

Even though you could all sit anywhere, James didn’t offer you a seat and you didn’t ask for one.

Instead, he gave you a small smile, the first sign of acknowledgment he had given you.

And as you went to sit on the other side of the classroom, you returned it, not really knowing what the future would now hold for you and your used to be inseparable twin brother.

I know we’ll always on the same one when we’re old

Two nights ago, you had decided to sneak out for the first time after being at Hogwarts for three weeks.

You did that one night when you couldn’t fall asleep because you and James would always say goodnight to each other before you came to school. And you didn’t know about him, but it sure helped you sleep.

Without it, you had been having a lot of trouble falling asleep at night, as stupid and childish as it may sound.

Due to this, on your nightly walk the day before, you discovered that the astronomy tower was a great place to just go, watch the stars, and sit in peace, which mainly had to do with the fact that Filch was scared of heights and didn’t go check on it at night.

You had been going there for the past two nights and it helped you get through each long night.

What you hadn’t expected though, was as soon as you stepped into the tower, you were met with the sight of James looking up at the stars.

He seemed to have heard your footsteps because he whipped around with wide eyes, ready to sputter out excuses to whatever professor had found him, when his mouth clamped shut at the sight of you.

“S-sorry.” You stuttered out, not having expected him to be there, quickly turning on your heel to exit.

“No!” He quickly scrambled up before stopping and clearing his throat, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “No, it’s okay. You can stay.”

You hesitated before nodding slightly and sitting down a couple feet away from where he had just been sitting.

After a moment he went back to his spot and copied you while looking up at the constellations.

“So,” James cleared his throat, nervously glancing over at you as you kept your eyes trained on the sky.

“So.” You repeated, not looking away from the sky.

“I’m sorry.”

Your head snapped over to James in surprise, he never apologized. Never.

He quickly tried to explain himself, “I guess I just thought we would always be in the same house, you know? I was just in shock that you weren’t gonna be with me at all times any more, and I got caught up in that fact and accidently started ignoring you.”

He must’ve taken your long silence as you not wanting to talk to him, because he sighed and moved to stand up.

“Wait.” You said softly, causing him to pause, “I always thought that we would be in the same house too.” You whispered, glancing down to see James’s eyes on you, “I thought that I would have my twin brother with me forever.”

“You will.” His answer surprised you.

You looked over to him to see him already looking at you with a small smile.

Suddenly you stuck your hand out with your pinkie up, “Twins forever?” You asked challengingly.

It was something that the two of you came up with when you were little, and you hadn’t done it in many years.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his pinky around yours, “Twins forever.”

And when you’re in the trenches and your under fire, I will cover you

Lucius Malfoy sneered down at you as you dropped your head and tried to let your hair hide your face, begging the universe to let the ground swallow you whole.

Normally you wouldn’t be fazed by the blonde boy, ignore his jabbings and even send some back at him, but you were tired today and had a test in History of Magic, so you were just beyond drained.

He had seemed to find it his personal mission to make everybody’s lives around him miserable ever since first year.

And now with it being second year, everybody was just so done with him.

What neither of you noticed was that James had rounded the corner to see you practically cowering in a corner, clutching your books like a lifeline while the Malfoy boy stood over you.

You, who could handle yourself. And he knew that you could, so seeing this did not make him happy in the slightest.

And James Potter saw red.

He quickly threw down his books and angrily stomped over to where the two of you were, “Oi!” He called out and the platinum blonde boy jumped a little, “What the bloody hell is going on here?”

As he came to stand slightly in front of you, you couldn’t help but feel immensely grateful. You knew that he would normally let you handle yourself, but it seemed like he could sense how much you needed help at that moment.

James quickly drew his wand and pushed it right into Lucius’s face, “You better get out of here before I hex you, Malfoy.” His voice held such disgust and anger that Lucius’s eyes widened in surprise.

He quickly backed up, stumbling, before sprinting out of the hall, knowing full well that the Potter boy would in fact hex him into next Thursday.

James turned to you in concern, imminently softening, “Are you okay?” His voice was gentle.

You nodded slightly, quickly throwing your arms around him, much to his surprise, “Thank you, Jamie.” You mumbled into his robes.

He wrapped his arms back around you protectively, “Of course, n/n. I got you.”

Let’s just say you weren’t surprised when Lucius Malfoy was the victim of the infamous marauders next prank.

If I was dying on my knees, you would be the one to rescue me

“I’m gonna die!” You complained dramatically, flopping down onto your back in the grass beside your twin brother.

He glanced down at you from his quidditch magazine with an amused smile and chuckle, “Is that so?”

You nodded, throwing an arm across your face, “Second year exams are in one week! I’m not ready for those!” You whined.

“Shouldn’t you be studying right now, then?” He teased playfully.

You glared up at him, “Shoulnt you be studying?” You challenged back, purposefully eyeing his quidditch magazine that definitely didn’t have anything to do with the exams.

He threw you one of his annoyingly cocky grins, “I, dear sister, don’t need to study. For school comes naturally to me and I will pass all of the classes with flying colors.”

You let a scoff escape your lips as you sat up and glared at James slightly, “School most certainly does not, ‘come naturally’ to you, and if you don’t study, then you’re going to fail.”

Only once you finished talking did you realize how much you sounded like Lily Evans, a Gryffindor girl in your year that you had only ever talked to once, and who your brother appeared to be obsessed with.

Then it was his turn to scoff and throw a glare right back at you, “You’ll be eating your words when mum and dad are sending owls while crying with joy when they see my scores.”

“Oh, they’ll be crying alright, just not for that reason.” A sly smirk made its way onto your face, but it quickly dropped at the look that James was giving you.

His face was serious, but his eyes held the promise of mischief.

Without warning, his hands dove at you, tickling your sides, causing you to let out a squeal and immediately move your body away from him.

“JAMES-“ Your screams were cut short, replaced by your own giggles.

And if you were drowned at sea, I’d give you my lungs so you could breathe

“Y/n! Y/n!” James began to panic once you didn’t resurface.

The two of you had both just finished the last of your third year exams and had been talking when James bet you that the lake was still freezing, even though it was June.

You had laughed at his stupidity and shook your head, telling him that he was a div and it clearly was going to feel refreshing in the heat.

The conversation quickly escalated into a full blown argument that led to the two of you had stomped down to the Black Lake- fellow students scurrying out of your way as you did so- and both dove head first into a sort of deep part of the lake to see who was right.

Turned out you were, though James would never have admitted it, but after five seconds of James coming up for air and you not, dread started to set in his chest.

His breathing started getting heavier and his eyes- that no longer had their glasses- were whipping around in fear, looking for any sign of you.

When he didn’t find any, he didn’t hesitate before taking a large gulp of air and diving down into the dark waters, ignoring the rushing sounds in his ears, and frantically looked around for you the best he could.

It didn’t take him long to spot you, struggling against the bottom of the water, your robe stuck between two rocks, leaving you unable to move.

Your movements were getting slower by the second, and it was clear to your brother that you were running out of breath. Fast.

The sight of your eyes beginning to flutter shut would haunt James Fleamont Potter for the rest of his days.

Ignoring the burning in his lungs, James pushed as hard as he could to swim over to you as fast as his legs and arms would carry him.

By the time he reached you, your arms had gone slack and your eyes were fully shut, mouth beginning to open slightly.

With all the strength he could muster, James yanked on your practically lifeless body as hard as he could, successfully releasing- but tearing- your robe away from the rock, setting you free.

After using the ground to give himself a boost, he pushed himself and you out of the water and dragged the two of you to the surface and surrounding ground.

Nobody was around because the two of you had technically skipped class to settle your debate, so no one could help.

Going as fast as he could, James picked you up bridle style and threw his sweatshirt that he had discarded before diving in over your shivering form and began sprinting back to the school.

“Hang in there n/n…”

I’ve got you brother

“James?” Your voice croaked groggily, heavy eyelids slowly peaking open.

Said boy immediately jumped up from his seat and didn’t waste a second before practically tackling you with a hug without thinking.

You winced slightly, trying, but failing to lift your arms to wrap themselves around your brother in return. This caused you to panic.

“James.” The boy immediately let go when he heard the nervousness in your voice and backed away.

“Oh Merlin! I'm so sorry! That probably hurt! I should’ve been thinking-“

You cut off his rambling, “James, why can’t I feel my arms? Why cant I move them?” Alarm took over your voice and features.

“Hey, hey.” He quickly came back to your side, sliding onto the bed next to you, “It’s okay, don’t you remember what happened?”

You shook your head in fright when you realized that you couldn’t remember anything that had happened that day, you had just realized that you were laying in the hospital wing, which was practically empty except for you two.

“You and I went for a swim in the lake and-“ James cut himself off, looking away in hopes that you didn’t see the tears in his eyes, “-and one second you were there and the next you were stuck at the bottom of the water… I had to- I had to save you… but I was almost too late.” A sob finally escaped his lips.

You breath hitched as you realized that your brother was saying that he had to watch you almost die, and then save you cause you couldn’t do it yourself.

Feeling had begun to return to your arms, and with all the strength you could muster, you reached up and did your best to wrap them around James.

He didn’t hesitate to turn around in your arms and begin crying in your hair.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He sobbed out over and over again, and this time it was your turn to shush him. Tell him that everything was okay, and that it wasn’t in any way his fault.

If that day taught you anything, it was that you could never have your twin brother feeling like that again. Ever.

I’ve got you brother

“This is your fault.” You whispered harshly, scrubbing the plates over the sink.

“My fault?” James hissed back, not stopping drying the dishes as he angled a glare on you, “You’re the one who insisted on seeing if we could fly off the roof.”

“Oh well, I’m sorry,” You sassed, “I forgot that we didn’t have magic to help us out with that!” If there wasn’t glass in your hands, you would’ve thrown them up.

“Less talking, more scrubbing!” The two of you heard your mother call from the other room, causing both of you to groan.

“It’s summer break.” You whisper had dropped an octave lower at your mothers warning, “We shouldn’t be doing chores, we should be having fun.”

“Yeah, we should.” He matched your tone level, “But here we are.”

You glared at him, “I hate you.”

He returned the favor, “I hate you too.”

Carefully, you put the plate down in the sink, and scooped up some water in one of your cupped hands and threw it at James, who let out an offended gasp and looked down at his now wet shirt.

“How dare you!” His voice became high pitched as he threw the dish towel at you, which made you let out a gasp.

“How dare you!” You shrieked back.

Safe to say, an angry Euphemia marched into the room only to come face to face with two angry twins and a very messy kitchen.

I’ve got you brother

“So I was thinking…” James said, sliding into the seat next to you.

You looked up from your homework and raised an eyebrow at your brother, ignoring the weird looks you were getting from the other Ravenclaws because a Gryffindor came to sit at your table.

“That’s never good.” You said in return, allowing your head to turn back to your homework, hoping that your comment would send your brother away.

Sadly though, he ignored you, “What if we went to Hogsmead together?”

Ever since last year, when third years were allowed to start going, and he went with his friends every time.

This caused you to raise your head again, this time in shock, “I thought you were going with your friends?”

James shrugged, “Yeah, but I wanted to go with you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, glancing over at the Gryffindor table where his friends sat, but they didn’t seem to be paying attention to either of you.

“Fine.” You gave in, and your brother in turn gained the biggest smile you’d seen all week.

“We’re gonna have so much fun.”

I’ve got you brother

“So,” You drawled, sitting down next to James, a large grin on your face, “Lily Evans, huh?”

James, who had been trying to do his homework for once, had been sitting in the library when you heard the news, and as soon as you did, you sprinted as fast as you could to where you knew your brother would be.

His face went red, and he ducked his head, letting hair fall in front of his face, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He mumbled.

You had never seen your brother blush, so the sight of it made your grin widen even more.

“Oh come on, James, the whole school is talking about how you and Lily were assigned to work on a potions assignment together.” You teased, secretly happy for your brother and his longtime crush.

“Sod off.” He gritted his teeth, still trying to avoid eye contact.

You stayed silent for a moment, before letting a smirk take over your grin, and you leaned closer to James and whispered to him to muggle rhyme that you had heard before, “James and Lily sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-“

James stood up suddenly, slamming his hands down on the table, “I said to bloody sod off!”

Everybody in the library turned to the two of you as you cackled silently and the librarian turned to you guys with a sharp glare, “Out, Potters!” It obviously wasn’t the first time that she had to kick you guys out for being too loud.

Safe to say that your laughter didn’t silence as James sulked out of the library, dragging you along with him by the arm.

Oh brother, we’ll go deeper than the ink beneath the skin of our tattoos

You sniffled, hugging your knees to your chest tighter as you stared out at the empty quidditch pitch

Just last week, a Hufflepuff in your year had asked you out on a date to Hogsmead that weekend. You had been thrilled seeing as it was your first date, even though you were in fifth year.

You had shown up to Three Broomsticks, where you two said you would meet, but after two hours of waiting, they never showed up.

After that time, you had scurried out of the restaurant, keeping your head down to avoid looking at peoples pitying looks and so that they couldn’t see your teary eyes.

You had known that no matter where you went, there would be someone there to see and judge you. Your dorm mates would be somewhere in Ravenclaw tower, students would be in the Great Hall, classrooms would be being used for various things, the astronomy tower had a club meeting there today, and the house elves would be in the kitchen.

So on that cold day, you ran to the quidditch pitch stands, knowing that nobody would be there.

What you didn’t expect though, was that after about ten minutes of you sitting there and crying in peace, someone sat down beside you.

This caused you to jump in alarm, not having heard anyone approach you, and whipped around to the person with wide eyes.

James had been hanging out in the common room with his friends when all of a sudden he felt like he should- no, needed- to go to the quidditch pitch. He couldn’t describe the feeling to his friends, or even himself.

But nevertheless, he had jogged to get there, not knowing what to expect, but definitely not thinking he would come face to face with the sight of you crying alone in the stands.

James was the first to speak up, “I thought… I thought you had a date?”

He had not in any way liked the idea of you going on a date when you had brought it up to him, but he also knew that it wasn’t his decision to make, so he just bit his tongue and kept his opinions to himself.

You shrugged, averting your eyes from his calculating gaze, “They… they stood me up.” You whispered, half hoping that he didn’t even hear you, but knowing that you couldn’t even bother hiding the truth from James. He would know, somehow, he always knew.

“Oh, n/n…” Without wasting a second, James wrapped an arm around you, letting you rest your head against his shoulder.

He rested his head against yours after giving the top of it a soft kiss, rubbing comforting circles on your arm while your body shook from the sobs.

“I-I really thought that somebody finally wanted to go out with me.” You admitted between sobs, allowing your brother to do his best to comfort you. “W-why didn’t they show up?”

You knew that he wouldn’t know the answer, but you couldn’t stop the question from slipping past your lips.

“Becuase they’re an asshole.” He grumbled in response, holding you tighter as he thought of that pathetic excuse of a person.

You turned your face and continued to sob into his shoulder, unable to help yourself as pathetic as you looked.

As James looked down at you he promised himself one thing, he would do everything in his power to make sure you never felt like this again.

Though we don’t share the same blood you’re my brother and I love you, that’s the truth

“Yeah? Well you’re adopted!” James yelled back from across the table, slamming his hands down.

Euphemia continued calmly eating her food while Fleamont looked down with a snort, giving a small yell of complaint when his wife kicked him in the shin.

You looked back at James with unbelieving eyes, “I’m adopted?”

“Yes!” James continued to scream.

You began talking slowly, as if speaking to a toddler, “James, think about this for a second.”

“I did.” He snapped, “And you’re adopted.” He let out a huff of air, dramatically crossing his arms and turning his head to the side.

“We’re about to be in sixth year… it really shouldn’t be taking you this long to figure out.” You couldn’t believe he was your brother sometimes.

“Figure out what?” His voice was sharp, clearly still mad at you for the silly argument you two had just gotten in moments before.

“We’re twins, dumbass.”

We’re living different lives

“How about Saturday?” You tried again, looking hopefully at your brother across the Gryffindor table.

He didn’t even glance up as he flipped the page of the Daily Prophet, continuing to read, “Sorry, n/n, I have quidditch practice all day.”

“Oh.” You breathed out, deflating a little, “So you’re busy all week?”

He nodded his head, finally looking up at you, “Yeah.”

“James!” Sirius Blacks voice boomed throughout the Great Hall, plopping down in the seat next to your brother and giving him a slap on the back.

“Hey, Pads.” The Potter boy greeted back, matching his energy.

Slowly, you began moving out of your seat, not that I would’ve mattered, he didn’t even notice.

You left the table with your head slightly hung, it appeared that even your brother was now too busy for you.

Heaven only knows, if we’ll make it back with all our fingers and our toes

You wrapped your arms around yourself tighter, trying to protect yourself as much as you could from the crisp and needle like winds.

The blue and bronze scarf around your neck had been wrapped tightly around as much as it could without tearing.

Of course, the biggest quidditch game of the year for the quidditch cup had to take place on the coldest day of the year.

Normally you wouldn’t bother coming to the matches, you weren’t really into them like your family was, but it was Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor and some of your friends were on the team and begged you to come support them, and even though you and James had been growing apart again, you still thought it would be a good thing to do to watch your brother.

Because of the cold, the stands weren’t as densely packed as they usually were whenever there was a match going on, and all of your friends had already given up and retired to the school for some warmth.

As the game carried on, you had let your mind wander. If you were cold where you were standing, then it must’ve been so much worse for the players who were zipping left and right with the wind blowing right on them.

You hadn’t even noticed that something had happened until there were screams and gasps from all around you, but not the normal cheering screams that you would normally hear at the game, these were terrified screams.

Your head snapped back up in the game just in time to see your brother fall right off his broom and through the air, a beater nearby with his bat raised and a horrified look in his eyes at what he had accidentally just done to the chaser.

As fast as you could, you scrambled over to the edge of the stand, shoving people roughly out of your way as you let out an agonizing scream, “James!”

The game came to a halt as people on both teams rushed down to the ground where your brother's body lay in a heap, panicked looks written all over the teams and nearby teachers' faces.

You watched from way up high helplessly as Madame Pomfrey rushed out onto the field and immediately set to work on making sure your brother would be okay.

You knew your face was pale and eyes were wide as you stood frozen, shaking from not only the cold now, but also terror. The same kind of terror that James must’ve felt all that time ago when you had almost drowned.

You had never taken into account just how bad that feeling was, but from that moment on you knew that you would never feel a worse feeling than thinking that there was a possibility that your brother was dead.

You nearly collapsed with relief when you saw his form begin shifting slightly on his own from way down below, letting you know that he was in fact alive.

Five years, twenty years, coming back it will always be the same

James turned towards you, his eyes holding sadness, “Are you ready for this?”

You shook your head wordlessly in return, not looking away from the castle that you had grown to call a home, unwilling to believe that you were leaving for good.

“Time went too fast.” You finally whispered out, tears welling up to the brim in your eyes.

“I know,” His voice was soft as he took your hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze, “I know.”

You finally turned to look at your twin brother, “We’re not children anymore, James.” Your voice held the sadness at the realization.

This time it was him shaking his head, hair bouncing softly back and forth, “Not anymore.” He agreed, giving your hand one final comforting squeeze before letting go of it.

As you turned your attention back to Hogwarts, a wave of memories came crashing over you, both good and bad. Both with your brother and without. But all ones that you knew you would never forget, because they all shaped you into the person that you were that day.

“Trains leaving.” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

You turned to him with a single nod, casting one last longing glance back at the place you loved so much, before hopping onto the Hogwarts Express, leaving an old life behind and beginning one you never thought would come.

When you stepped onto that train, you left your childhood behind and everything that came with it.

If I was dying on my knees, you would be the one to rescue me

James came sprinting into the room, not even bothering to knock as he barreled through the door with little to no sense of what was going on around him.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” His voice came out high pitched, laced with worry.

Euphemia looked up from her desk, frowning slightly at her son's disheveled state, “What’s wrong, James?”

“That’s what I just asked you.” His voice came out in a strained way that was clearly from stress.

His mother stood up quickly and strode over to him, gently taking him by the shoulders and searching his face.

“Dad told me that something happened to Y/n, but he didn’t say what it was.” He now sounded desperate, needing to know that you were okay.

Mia relaxed, letting go of James’s shoulders and taking a calm step back, letting out a small chuckle that made James confused.

“Everything is fine, James. Y/n just dropped a glass plate and cut herself, nothing a little medical potion can’t fix.” Her voice was reassuring and James visibly relaxed as well.

She gently cupped her son's face, an adoring smile growing on her own face, which caused James to tilt his head and look at her in slight confusion, “What?”

Euphemia just shook her head softly, not letting the smile drop from her face, “Nothing, James, nothing.”

And if you were drowned at sea, I’d give you my lungs so you could breathe

You took a deep breath, leaning your head back to look up at the stars, taking in the beauty of it all.

James turned to you, “I still can’t believe that we’re not going back to Hogwarts when summer ends.”

You let out a little hum of agreement, not taking your eyes off the constellations, “I know, it’s crazy.”

“Do you think McGonagall will miss us?” He asked absentmindedly.

You let out a little snort, “I’m sure she’ll miss me, I don’t think it’s the same for you though.”

Your brother let out an offended gasp, clasping a hand over his heart dramatically, “How dare you? I’m her favorite student!”

“Her favorite student to give detention to.” You said back, a teasing look on your face.

This made him hesitate, “Yeah… you’re kinda right…”

This time it was your turn to do something dramatic, as you whipped your head in his direction, “What did you say?”

He let out a groan, “Shut up. One of the times I was in detention because of you anyway!”

You scoffed playfully, “I didn’t ask you to do that!”

“Well I had to be your knight in shining armor and save you by taking the blame for the prank you pulled on Flinch!” He made his voice deeper and raised an arm above his head.

You let out a snigger, “It was my first and only prank.

“And your big brother had to save you.”

“Okay, for the last time, you are TWO MINUTES OLDER-“

I’ve got you brother

“Are you sure you want to do this?” James asked for the thousandth time, warily eyeing you.

You gave yet another firm nod, “I’m joining the order with you James. Just like Sirius, Remus, Peter, Lily, and all the others. It’s time for us to do our part and take our places in this world.”

He sighed in defeat, holding his hands up in surrender, taking a step back, “I know, I know. I just wanted to make sure because you know once you start this life… you can never leave it.” His voice held a sorrow that you knew all too well.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, “It's okay, James. I know.”

I’ve got you brother

You stared directly in front of you numbly, not even being able to register as James reached over and squeezed your hand.

You ignored it when he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your view away from the sight in front of you and began sobbing into your hair.

You didn’t even try to comprehend the fact that there were no longer tears in your eyes, the only indication that you had ever been crying coming from your bloodshot eyes and stained cheeks, but apparently you had cried all the tears you had. You no longer had any left in your body to cry.

Everyone had long since left the two of you alone, knowing full well that you needed to be in each other’s company and not be surrounded by anyone else at such a time like that.

It was standing there in that moment, standing in the practically empty place, that you knew you would never be the same. Everything that had happened to you up to that point never had affected you more than staring at Fleamont and Euphoria Potter’s graves.

And if we hit on troubled water

You sensed a presence sitting next to you, “Hey, there.” The voice was soft and all too familiar.

“Hi.” You mumbled back, not looking up from your plate as you poked your food with your fork.

“You know… you really shouldn’t play with your food.” James attempted to joke, smiling slightly, dropping it once he didn’t get one in return.

“Whatever.” You dropped your fork, pushing your chair away from the table, clearly fed up with your brother already.

He sighed, grabbing your arm gently to stop you from stalking away, “Hey, hey, wait… it’s been hard for me too.” He tried.

Even though it had only been a week since your parents' funeral, you and your brother were taking it very differently.

While you wallowed in your sadness, James smiled through the pain. Trying to make sure everybody else was okay without taking a moment to make sure that he was.

“You know you can always talk to me, n/n.” He said hopefully, looking at you in an almost begging way.

You finally looked at him, softening, “You can talk to me too, Jamie.”

He let out a chuckle that wasn’t exactly full of humor, it held a tint of sadness, “You haven’t called me that in a long time.”

You slowly walked over and sat back down next to him, “Let’s talk, James.”

I'll be the one to keep you warm and safe

You let out a grunt of pain, refusing to give the death eaters in front of you the satisfaction of hearing you scream.

One day ago, you had been sent on an undercover mission for the order by yourself, much to your brother's dismay, but it turned out to be a trap and you were quickly outnumbered and captured.

You had been interrogated over and over again for what the exact mission was, who the members of the order were, and where your base was.

Of course you had refused to say anything, doing everything in your power to keep your surviving family and friends alive.

After a while of you not answering their questions, they had turned to torture methods, but still with no avail.

You knew that after this long of you not checking in with the others, James was going to be jumping out of his skin and definitely would’ve convinced the others by now to go looking for you. So now it was your job to stall until they found you.

“Okay, this is the last time I’m gonna be asking you, Potter. Where are your little blood traders and mud bloods hiding?” One of them asked you, wand gripped tightly in her hand with her teeth gritted, clearly long out of patience.

“Screw. You.” You answered for the thousandth time.

“That’s it.” A man spoke up from behind, standing up and walking in front of the lady, “If she’s not gonna talk then let’s just get this out of the way and kill her already.”

Right on cue, the doors burst open and in stormed the angriest looking James Potter that you had ever seen, closely followed by other order members.

“Get away from my sister.” And with that, he yelled out a curse, pointing his wand at the nearest death eater.

And we'll be carrying each other, until we say goodbye on our dying day

“Stupefy!” You screamed, your throat slowly becoming raw.

“Expelliarmus!” You heard James yell from right behind you, equally as loud.

The two of you were back to back, spinning in circles while fighting off as much death eaters, doing everything in your power to keep the other one safe.

Everytime a death eater would send a spell your way, James would block it and send one right back, just as you were doing the same for him.

With one final spell being yelled, all of them had dropped to the floor, unconscious, and James immediately turned to you.

“Are you okay?” He rushed to ask, scanning your face up and down for injury.

You nodded your head slightly, “Yeah, you?”

“Yeah.”

Because I've got you brother

It was hard for you to believe still, that in the midst of all this war and suffering, you twin brother still found the will to have a wedding of all things.

It made you happy beyond belief that he loved Lily enough to risk it in the middle of everything that was happening, and it made you even more happy that the redhead was more than thrilled to marry him in return.

They loved each other, and that’s all you could ever ask for.

Despite everything, you let the smile grow on your face as you watched Lily- soon to be- Potter walk down the isle in the most beautiful dress you had ever laid eyes on, and your brother wearing the largest grin that you had ever seen in your life.

All around you, their closest friends sat gathered around, some with tears in their eyes and others with similar smiles to yours.

“I do.” You heard them say in sync, and from that moment on it was sealed. You now had a sister in law.

I've got you brother

As you looked down at the sleeping baby in your arms, you didn’t think that you could ever be happier than you were in that very moment.

Because you were now an aunt, and you were holding your week old nephew in your arms.

James watched you two from the corner of the room with a fond smile, absolutely adoring the way that two of the people he loved most in the world were interacting, even if one of them wasn’t doing much.

“You know,” You spoke up quietly as to not wake the baby, glancing at your brother, “It’s very self centered for you to have your son's middle name be your name.”

He scoffed slightly, a playful glint taking over his eyes, “It’s not self centered if I gave him the best name in the world.”

You paused for a moment, studying your brother, “…Its only because Lily said no to naming him James Junior, isn’t it?”

“…no.”

I've got you brother

You ran around the living room with a laugh, bouncing a laughing one year old Harry up and down in your arms as Lily also let out a laugh from on the couch.

James walked into the room to be greeted by this sight and spat out his drink all over the floor, his eyes widening.

“Careful!” His voice came out high pitched as he practically screeched, rushing over and gently taking Harry out of your arms, “You'll drop him.” He accused.

You rolled your eyes, placing your hands on your hips and glaring at him, “Oh yes, because I’m such an irresponsible adult that I would drop my one and only nephew.” You replied sarcastically

“You would!”

Harry looked back and forth between you two as if he understood what was going on as Lily just shook her head slightly from the couch, knowing exactly what was about to go down.

“Okay, YOU KNOW WHAT-“

I've got you brother

The house had been suspiciously quiet for at least a half an hour, and normally Lily wouldn’t think anything of this, if it weren’t for the fact that both James and you were in the house at the same time.

She searched through all the rooms, secretly tense in case the two of you were planning to pull a prank on her and/ or jump out at any minute and end up giving her a heart attack.

What she didn’t expect though, was to enter Harry’s room to come face to face with the sight of her child peacefully sleeping in his crib while you and James each sat in a chair on opposite sides of it, you with a children's book opened in your lap.

The two of you were asleep, your head dropped to your chest, and James’s head tilted towards the ceiling with his mouth hanging open.

The redhead stifled her giggles as she closed the door softly, letting the three of you get some sleep.

If I was dying on my knees, you would be the one to rescue me

“Y/n… we need to talk.” Remus said after knocking on your door and you allowing him to enter.

“What’s up, Remus?” You asked, glancing up from your desk.

Ever since you joined the order, you had gotten to know James’s friends better and found out that they weren’t necessarily bad people, they just had a bad reputation in school for all the pranks they had pulled.

As your eyes caught Remus’s, you immediately knew something was off. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was a mess, his voice had quavered, and his hands were shaking slightly.

“What’s wrong?” You immediately stood up, panicking.

“It’s- it’s…” He trailed off, looking up at the ceiling and blinking really hard, as if to rid himself of tears, “It’s James and Lily.”

You felt your heart drop to the very bottom of your toes.

“The- the dark lord found them, Y/n… they- they didn’t make it.”

Time stopped.

The only thing you could hear in that moment was your heart pounding in your ears, not even conscious of the way your knees buckled out from underneath you, nor did you notice when Remus caught you and brought you into a comforting hug.

Your brother, your James, couldn’t be gone. He couldn’t be dead. He was far too strong and brave for that. He would never let himself die. Leave you alone. You knew he wouldn’t, so this had to be one of his pranks- yes, that’s what it was, one of his pranks.

“That’s not funny Remus.” You finally said, but even as you did, your voice wavered at the end. Deep down you knew that it wasn’t a prank at all. It was far too serious of a time for that.

A tear ran down the man’s face, “I’m so sorry.”

A gut wrenching sob escaped from the back of your throat.

And if you were drowned at sea, I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

The war was over.

That’s what everyone had kept telling you.

They were all cheering. Celebrating. Not even taking a moment to think about why it was over. Think of all of those people that lost their lives because of that damn war.

The ones who believed that they all had died for the right cause. The ones who didn’t know any better.

The war that took everything from you. Parents, friends, and now your twin brother- your other half. All dead in the name of that war.

People kept telling you that none of them died in vain, they all made it possible for the war to be fought and won. But they weren’t the ones who lost everything.

They weren’t the ones who were now numb to everything.

I've got you brother

“Y/n?” Remus called out hesitantly, putting his hand on your shoulder, hoping to not frighten you.

You snapped out of your daze, harshly shrugging his hand off as you took a swig from your fire whiskey, leaning back stiffly against the couch, “What do you want, Remus?”

“Don’t you… don’t you think that it’s time to come out of the house? It’s been two months, you need to come back out eventually.”

He understood- Merlin did he understand- but James was one of his best friends, and he now felt that it was his job to do what the Potter boy had spent his whole life trying to do. Take care of you.

“Sod off, Lupin.” Your voice was cold and distant, nothing like the one he used to hear whenever you were joking around with your brother when he was still around.

“Look, I’m just-“

“What?” You snapped, whipping around to face him, “Worried? Concerned?” You scoffed, turning back around, “Don’t pretend like you actually care.”

“I do care.” He stressed, feeling with every bone in his body that he needed you to believe that.

Ignoring the burning sensation that still sat in your throat, you took another swig of your drink, “Get out of here, Remus.”

The man could do nothing but stand up sadly and walk out of the room, sending one last glance to you before shutting the door softly behind him with a click, wincing slightly as he heard the sound of glass being smashed against the wall.

I've got you brother

You knew that you would never be able to get past your brother's death, the only reason you ever got through your parents and friends were because he had been with you. Helping you. Supporting you.

What ever happened to twins forever? The promise he made you that he would be by your side through everything?

But now he was gone, and you were all alone in this world.

And there was only one thought keeping you going, you had to find and take care of Harry James Potter.

Even if it was the last thing you would do.

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[flowersbane]

YESSSSS THANK YOU!!! I read your Joshua x Jote fic and I love the flower festival idea!! PLEASE GIVE THAT BOY SOME SLEEP AND ROSES!!! (*≧∀≦*) I’m glad I could inspire you and can’t wait for pt. 2! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

you are most welcome!! thank YOU for your request, i had so much fun writing it! thank you for your patience & i hope you enjoy part 2!

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Stop & Smell the Roses, pt. 2

Joshua Rosfield x Jote

Joshua and Jote spend some time at the festival. Joshua's eager interest for the festival may have been a bit more than Jote had expected.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2.2k

Tags: Flower Festival, Jote Worries And Joshua Scurries (Off Somewhere), Festival Shenanigans, Fluff, Cutesy, Sweet Words And Sweeter Declarations, Jote Appreciation, The More Carefree Half Of The Story, Unedited

You can read part 1 here!

The following morning, Jote woke before Joshua. She pulled on her cloak and gloves, careful not to wake the sleeping Phoenix. He looked so much younger in his sleep. She could almost imagine him as an ordinary boy, not bound by prophecy or duty or his unyielding ailments. She would’ve liked to see a world where Joshua Rosfield was unburdened. But this was not that world.

She pulled on her boots before quietly exiting the room. The downstairs tavern was mostly empty, save for a few stragglers who were still passed out at various tables. She approached the bar and ordered two plates of breakfast. After paying, she took the plates upstairs. She had to place one of them down in order to open the door. She kept note of which it was to ensure that it was not the one she would serve His Grace.

Joshua was awake when she re-entered the room, but it looked as though he had only just awoken. “Jote,” he got up to help her, holding the door and softly closing it behind her.

“Good morning. I hope I did not wake you.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Jote offered him the first plate. He nodded his thanks. 

The two sat in silence for a few moments as they began to eat. After several minutes had passed, Joshua spoke again. “The markets will open soon. Once we are finished eating, we should make our way outside to begin our search.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Breakfast was as uneventful and peaceful as it was most mornings. The day was young and the hour was too early for trouble to find them. Joshua slid his sword into its sheath and pulled his hood over his head. He led the way downstairs and out, onto the streets that were slowly beginning to crowd. He glanced from side to side before settling on a direction.

The streets were lined with floral decorum and eager merchants. They focused on Jote as she passed, no doubt finding her much more approachable than the cloaked man she walked with.

“Fresh preserves, come get your fresh preserves!”

“We have the sweetest honey you’ll ever find!”

“Buy a bouquet for your wife! Steal her heart all over again!”

“You there, young lass, you look like you know how to appreciate a fine bottle of wine!”

Jote looked away from the merchants. From what she could see, Joshua seemed completely unbothered by them. He was walking at a moderate pace, head directed forward, when suddenly his path was cut off by a small child.

“Fresh flower crowns, milord, I’m selling fresh flower crowns! Only three gil a piece!” She was carrying a basket of flowers and looked to be around five or six years old. Her round cheeks were flushed and her reddish brown hair was tied into two pigtails on either side of her head.

Jote stepped forward to guide the child out of their path, but Joshua raised a hand to stop her. “Lord Margrace?”

He crouched down, allowing the hood to fall from his head. “Let’s see what you have then, shall we?”

The little girl’s face lit up. She shuffled around her flower crowns until she found one that was on the thinner side. A circle of daisies was lined by greenery, bound together by a white ribbon in the back. “I think this one would suit you best,” she said.

He allowed her to place the crown on his head. He turned to look up at Jote. “Well? What do you think?”

She did her best to ignore the quickened beating of her heart. “It’s lovely, my lord.”

Joshua turned back to the girl. “I would like to buy this piece, please, along with something for my friend here.”

The girl’s grin widened and she nodded. She took out a second crown for Jote and presented it to her. This one was thick with deep emerald leaves and violet flowers. “For you, milady.”

“Thank you.” Jote handled the piece with gentle fingers. She glanced at Joshua. He gave her an encouraging nod. Her face still warmed as she placed the crown on her head.

The girl held out an open palm to Joshua. “That will be 10 gil!” she declared.

Joshua raised his brows, but he did not sound at all offended when he asked, “10 gil?”

“3 for each crown, 2 for each consultation.” She sounded like she was struggling with that last word, still too unpracticed in language to gracefully speak it.

Joshua chuckled. He paid her exorbitant fees and the girl dashed off. Jote took a step closer as Joshua got to his feet. “Your Grace…” she said in a low voice.

“It’s alright, Jote. We have the funds to spare.”

Her doubtful look remained. Joshua only smiled and continued their path through the merchants’ stalls. He kept his hood down, which unnerved Jote, but she saw the look on his face. The small joy. She couldn’t bring herself to interrupt it. Just for today, she told herself.

They eventually crossed a stall manned by an old woman. It was cloaked in squares of dark fabric, but through its opening, Jote could see that the inside glowed with candlelight. “Ah, you two, lovebirds,” the woman called.

Jote blushed at her obscene accusation. Joshua only grinned and approached. “This is quite the setup you have here,” he said.

Hardly. Jote kept her disagreements to herself. If this is meant to be a fortune teller’s tent, she has everything all wrong. 

“You look as if you have traveled much, milord. No doubt there is much you have yet to discover. I could help you get a step ahead. For a fair price, of course.”

There was no way His Grace would– 

“Why not? Sounds interesting.”

Jote gawked at him, mouth fallen ajar. “Lord Margrace,” she attempted to caution.

He only glanced over his shoulder and shrugged, as though he was just as helpless as she was. She hesitantly followed him into the woman’s tent. Joshua sat on the bench closest to the entrance while Jote stood just behind him and to his left. The woman took the seat across from him.

“I do things a little differently from other tellers,” the woman explained.

You don’t say. Jote tried and failed to keep her cynicism from her face.

“I use flowers to see into the otherworld. They communicate things to me known only by the land.”

Jote crossed her arms over her chest. If that were true, why waste your time selling fortunes on the side of a road? 

The woman’s attention suddenly turned to Jote. “Oh, please, dear, take a seat too. You are also part of this journey, are you not?”

Jote stalled, refusing to move from her spot near the exit until Joshua turned to look at her. He patted the empty spot on the small, wooden bench next to him. She gave him a look. Are you serious, Your Grace? He returned it with one of his false pleas. Please, Jote. She sighed and crossed the small, empty space between them. There was barely enough room for two people. When she sat beside him, there was no way to keep their legs from touching. He didn’t seem to mind so Jote tried to ignore the contact.

“Please,” Joshua invited the woman to begin.

The supposed-teller spread out a variety of flowers onto the deep purple tablecloth. She ran her fingertips over the petals, closing her eyes, and taking a deep breath. “Your travels have not been easy,” she said. Jote was unimpressed. The woman continued, “for they have come with a heavy burden. Not one easily seen.” Jote stirred a little in her seat. It was still too vague to mean anything, but she didn’t like the idea that the woman would guess anything correct about them. “The good thing is, the two of you have each other.”

Now Jote’s face was warming up. Joshua flashed her an affectionate smile, but the best she could do was a quiet hum, small nod, and an awkward, upwards twitch of the corners of her lips. He seemed satisfied with that as he turned his smile back to the woman. Her gaze was locked on Jote. It startled her for a moment, eyes widening when they met the old woman, but there was nothing to be alarmed about in the woman’s face.

“He is very dear to you.” Her heartbeat quickened. “You are the winter to his summer, the thunder of his lightning, the shadow of his flame.” She tried to keep still in her seat, but it just made her posture frigid. “The flowers say the two of you have been together for a long time, and you have longer, still, to be by each other’s side.”

Joshua was still entirely unconcerned. “That’s good to hear, isn’t it?”

She gave him a worried look, but his expression only made her sigh. “Yes, my lord.”

The fortune teller continued to make general, open-ended statements for a few more minutes. Once she was done, Joshua paid her fee and the two stepped back outside.

“That was intriguing, wouldn’t you say?”

“You cannot truly believe she had the ability to speak to the planet through flowers–”

But he was already several yards away; scanning the area for the next extortion he could become the victim of, no doubt. Jote sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day, and quickened her pace to catch up with him.

She was glad he was taking the time to enjoy the festival, but she wondered if she had relaxed too much. By the time the sun was beginning its descent across the sky, they were down a couple hundred gil and still nowhere near completing their task at hand. Of course, all of the merchants with useful wares were located at the end of the street. Joshua purchased more supplies for travel. After some convincing, he also bought more supplies for medicine.

Jote relaxed over the stretch of the day. How could she not? The Phoenix’s joy was as catching as his flames. She had thought she had wanted him to take time to rest, but seeing his smile, seeing the curiosity that sparked in his crystalline eyes every time they crossed something new, she knew this had been what she wanted all along. Even if it could only last a short amount of time, he would be Joshua today. Not the Phoenix, not an archduke or the leader of the Undying, just Joshua.

They were nearing the end of the market when the voice of a middle-aged man with dark hair and a short beard reached them.

“Fresh roses,” he called. “Good for decor, freshness, and softening your lover’s heart.”

Joshua tossed a playful grin in her direction as he pivoted his steps to head towards the rose stall instead. “I’d like to buy one,” he told the florist.

“Ah, of course, my travel-worn friend, please, select whichever you’d like.”

It didn’t take long for Joshua to make his decision. The florist wrapped the stem in thick, brown paper and Joshua paid him. As he and Jote continued their walk, he held the flower out to her.

“My lord…” Receiving a gift from him felt like diving into a deep pool from a cliffside edge that was almost too high to trust. She did not immediately reach to take it from him. Instead, her hand lingered by her chest, fingers in the proper formation to hold the stem.

“It’s a gift, Jote. Take it. Please.”

She reached for it, handling it like it was made from the thinnest glass. “Thank you, Your Grace.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it.

He tipped his head upwards, face met with the golden, afternoon rays. “You were right to have us stop here,” he said. “You would think by now I would have learned that I need not doubt you. For if I know one thing in this world, it is that you will always act with my best interest at heart.”

Jote could not look away from him. Her mind told her that she was staring, that she should say something, but her heart had seized every muscle in her body. He had seized every part of her. The last thing she wanted was for him to let go.

When she remained silent, he eventually laughed. It was an affectionate, kind sound. She did not need to say anything. He knew. He extended his arm, holding out his hand with his palm facing upwards. “Come. Let us return to the inn. We will find something to eat along the way.”

It would be improper of her to hold his hand. But it would also be improper of her to refuse him. She passed the rose into her right hand and took his in her left.

“Always,” she whispered.

“Hm?”

She lifted her gaze to meet his. “I will always remain by your side.” She spoke louder this time, but only just so he could catch her words.

His smile was natural. Because he knew. He didn’t need to say anything. Because she knew too. She’d known for a very long time. They both had.

“And I will treasure every second of it,” he swore.

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[empressofthesunwriter]

The Fox and the Sun

Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado

Chapter 2: Good or Bad?

Your prayers were been answered.

Two of the Master’s daughters, you think it’s Nichika and Hinaki, announce the arrival of Oyakata-Sama.

With the help of his daughters, he was led to the edge of the veranda, while he greeted you all calmly and welcoming, being glad that you all were fine.

All Hashira’s got in line and kneeled before him.

You saw how Shinazugawa formally smashed poor Tanjiro’s face into the dirt so that he kneeled also.

You suppressed a growl.

The boy didn’t deserve this treatment.

“I am pleased to see you in good health as well, Master.”, greeted the white-haired Hashira. “I fervently pray for your continued good fortune.”

“Thank you, Sanemi.”

“If I may, Master… Before we start the Hashira Meeting, would you mind enlightening us about this swordsman, Tanjiro Kamado, accompanied by a demon?”

The master gave you all an apologetic smile. “Right. I apologize for startling you all. But first, before I tell you my decision on this matter…Inari-San, can you please tell us all your story?”

Not only you blinked surprised, but your Hashira colleagues and Tanjiro let out also surprised sounds.

“I think we all need a refresher and young Tanjiro can benefit from hearing it.”, added Oyakata-Sama.

You nodded, an order was an order, even if you did wonder why you should tell your story and began: “It happened exactly 340 years ago. I was a normal seventeen year old girl living my life. Then one night, all changed for me. The Demon King killed my family and turned me into a demon. I became like the Kitsune from our folktales, I was powerful, even so young. Kibutsuji called me his crown jewel. His best creation. For a good 100 years, I was under his rule. I…I killed and eat lots of people, sometimes whole villages. I know it was wrong, but my bloodlust was so strong. But slowly over the years, I regained more of my humanity. I got so strong that I finally could flee from Kibutsuji. I roomed this land, only eating humans who were considered monsters. Murders, rapists, pedophiles. I felt I did something good. Then one day I stumbled over an old shrine where the fox goddess Inari was worshipped. The Miko’s who lived there were old and frail. It didn’t stop robbers to enter the sanctuary and trying to steal the treasures. I protected the woman, killing the man. The Miko’s thought of me as a godsend by Inari herself, begging me to stay with them, which a did for a few years. Then one day the Master of the Demon Slayer Corps of that time and two of his strongest Hashira appeared. The Master begged that I joined their cause, which I did since I want to personal put Kibutsuji’s head on a stake. It was not simple to be accepted by the other Hashira’s. I still needed to eat human flesh to survive, the sun still burned me. It took nearly 100 years till I was so respected in the Corps that no one doubted my devotion. I saw a lot of Masters and Hashiras come and go, helped to raise future Demon Slayers, and worked on myself to reign more of my humanity. For a good 50 years now, I only need blood to survive, which comes from volunteers. 10 years ago I managed to finally master the ability to walk in the sun. I came a long way from Kibutsuji pet monster Kitsune to now being the proud Hashira Inari. And that’s my story.”

“I want you all to remember Inari-San story.”, advised Oyakata-Sama. “My Ancestor saw the potential of having a good demon on our side. Like how I see potential in Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado. Both will be Demon Slayer and I want you to accept my decision.”

It was so silent you could hear a needle drop.

Curious you glanced at the other Hashira’s. A lot seemed to struggle with this decision, but they also KNOW you for ages, some of them you babysit as children, they knew a demon could be good and control themselves.

On the other hand, this was you and Nezuko they didn’t know.

Himejima found first his words: “Even if it’s what you desire, Master, I cannot agree to it. Inari-Sama is a special case, a rarity. She has more than one lifetime of experience and self-control on her side than the young demon girl.”

“I’m flamboyantly opposed as well!”, agreed Tengen. “Inari-Senpai was once one of the twelve Kizuki, she is different from other demons. I can’t see another demon being like her.”

“I shall do whatever it is you wish, Oyakata-Sama!”, said Mitsuri.

At least one was for Nezuko and Tanjiro.

“I’m fine either way… I’m going to forget soon, anyway.”, deadpanned Tokitou.

Another one on their side, maybe? Well, better than nothing.

“I won’t trust them. I won’t trust them.”, hissed Iguro formally. “In the first place, I loathe demons. It was hard enough to come to respect Inari-Senpai and trust her. And she has centuries of self-control under her belt.”

“Although I respect you with all my heart, that’s an incomprehensible notion, Master! I oppose it with everything I’ve got! Inari-Senpai is the only demon we can trust.”, proclaimed Rengoku.

“The Demon Slayer Corps’ mission is to annihilate demons.”, reminded Shinazugawa you all. “I request that you penalize both Kamado and Tomioka!”

Oyakata-Sama turned to you.

“Inari-San, you are on both sides. Tell me…what do you think about Kamado Nezuko.”

You licked your lips, carefully selecting the words you wanted to say.

“Kamado Nezuko…is different. That is clear. She could detect that I’m a demon, even if I was using my Blood Demon Art. She could smell it on me.”

You formally felt how the other Hashira were losing their shit after that revelation. No one besides Muzan or an Upper Moon should have this power.

You continued.

“She didn’t react hostile at me, let me even pick her up and carry her. Nezuko is intelligent, she doesn’t seem to have any bloodlust. I think…she is more like me than we think…no she is even better than me if she really doesn’t need human flesh or blood to survive.”

“Your conclusion, Inari-San?”

“Oyakata-Sama, if this is all right with you…I would take responsibility for Nezuko and Tanjiro Kamado. I’m even ready to put my life on the line. If Nezuko will eat a single human, then you can kill me with her. I won’t fight.”

That made all Hashira really lose their nerves.

“Inari-Chan, no!”, screamed Mitsure, tears in her eyes.

“Senpai, that’s crazy, we can’t lose you!”, shouted Rengoku.

You know he had a soft spot for you. When his father was a Hashira and he was a young boy, you would often play with him and even babysit him. You are pretty sure you even changed some diapers of his.

“Inari-Senpai, that’s dumb and so not like you. You really want to put your life at stake for another demon?”, wonder Obanai.

Before it really could get out of control Oyakata-Sama wanted you all to hear this letter from the former Water Hashira and your old friend Sakonji Urokodaki.

Hinaki read aloud how Tanjiro should be allowed to be accompanied by his demon sister. That Nezuko had resilient mental strength and has not lost her human emotions. Even in a starved state, she never devoured humans, and this has held true more than two years later. Although the situation seems somewhat far-fetched, it is an indisputable fact. Then came the bomb in which your old friend, Tomioka, and even Tanjiro promised to commit ritual suicide, if Nezuko should kill a human.

As you promised a few minutes ago. All right, you said they could kill you too, but it was the same thing in a way.

Your nose tickled with the salty fragrance of tears. Tanjiro was crying silent and thankful tears. He seemed so glad and relieved that at least three people were on his and Nezuko’s side.

He was a good young man, you felt it.

“So what if they commit ritual suicide and Inari-Senpai lets us kill her?”, growled Shinazugawa. “If you want to die, then rot for all I care! It’s no guarantee! Not by a long shot!”

Rengoku wanted to say something, probably agreeing with him, but you calmly turned to Shinazugawa and said ice-cold: “And yet you trust me?”

“W-What?”

“Kamado Nezuko has never devoured human flesh, where I, I eat and killed more than a thousand, and still to this day I need blood. She is better than me, yet you and anybody else can’t wait for to decapitate her and her brother who loves her so dearly and would do anything for her.”, you scolded.

Nearly everyone looked ashmead.

They were based, they knew that.

Was it because they grow up with you as a parental/sisterly figure or you earned their trust.

They weren’t thinking rationally, but with their emotions, and they were in chaos.

Only Tanjiro looked at you like…you were a divine being, coming to Earth to help him and his sister.

You fought off a blush and pointedly didn’t look in his direction. These dark red eyes with heartful tears in them were too much to handle.

“The fact is that Nezuko has refrained from devouring humans for more than two years, and also that there are three people and one demon risking their lives for her.”, sums up Oyakata-Sama. “To reject this notion, those who reject it must offer an even more convincing argument.”

Shinazugawa gave an angry grumble.

“Do you all have the will to do so?”

No one said anything, and that’s when Oyakata-Sama let the next bomb drop: “Also, there’s something I’d like to relay to you, my children. Tanjiro here has met Kibutsuji.”

You Hashiras being shocked was the understatement of the century.

Your chin meets the floor. Tanjiro meet the fucking asshole and lived?

What?!

“No, impossible!”, yelled Tengen. “After Inari-Senpai joined us 200 years ago no one has ever crossed paths with him?!”

“Is the bastard still high and mighty as ever? I hope you didn’t battle him. He probably has a new hidey-hole, did you see it?”, you shoot your questions at him, like bullets from a pistol.

The others shoot their own question at him, like what he looked liked, what his powers were, and so on.

Poor Tanjiro was clearly overwhelmed with you all shouting questions at him so Oyakata-Sama called you all to order.

“Kibutsuji has sent pursuers after Tanjiro. Though his purpose may simply be to silence him, now that Kibutsuji’s given himself away for the first time, I don’t want to let go. I also believe something’s happening to Nezuko that Kibutsuji never saw coming. Not unlikely with what happened with Inari-San. One of his own Upper Moon betraying him must have shocked him, even if it was so long ago. Can you try to understand?”

Boarheaded Shinazugawa refused to understand the Masters reasons. He was so fixed in his mindset that all demons needed to be killed, that he couldn’t see another way. Not that you could blame him, after what he experienced as a child.

Then he actually slices his arm to let the blood drop on Nezuko’s box to coax her out!

Good thing you weren’t hungry or else you would probably start sucking.

Of course, Nezuko comes not out, hello sunlight, which Obanai reminds Sanemi, and the white-haired Hashira jumps into the mansion and then again stabs Nezuko through the box.

That’s when you see red.

One second you look human, the next your whisker marks get deeper, your hair turns orange, fox ears and a tail grow and you know your eyes turn red.

With a growl you jump between Sanemi and Nezuko’s box, holding in an iron grip his Katana.

“That’s enough, Sanemi! As your Senpai I say: Stand down!”, you growl in your demonic voice.

It’s deeper more animalist than your human one.

This all took place in a few seconds, so of course, all are like statues and don’t know what to do.

They know not to cross you when you show your true self. You were a one-woman army, worth a thousand Demon Slayers.

Nonetheless, Sanemi gets his bearing back.

“Senpai, you would face off against one of your comrades for a demon?!”

“She is an innocent being, I won’t let you egg her on. You practically play with fire here!”

“Innocent being?! That’s a demon and I just want to prove to you all how dangerous she really is!”

That’s when you all hear how the box opens. Growling, with saliva running down her muzzle Nezuko stands up from it.

Fast she grips your arm and puts you behind her.

What is she…?

“What is happening?”, ask Oyataka-Sama his daughters.

“The younger demon seems to protect Inari-Sama. She put herself between Inari-Sama and Shinazugawa-Sama.”, responds Hinaki.

So you aren’t imagining things.

“Come on demon attack me.”, taunts her Sanemi. “You didn’t like me yelling at one of your kind and you want my blood. Show everyone your true self.”

It seems like an eternity passes, but Nezuko just turns away from Sanemi and hugs you.

You feel her shaking in your arms, she is fighting against her bloodlust, but she is winning.

“Good girl.”, you coo at her, hugging her back. “You are a good girl.”

Again the Master asks what happened and both his daughter tell him what transpired.

“So now, it’s been proven that Nezuko won’t attack humans, right?”, declares Oyakata-Sama.

Well, no one can argue anymore.

In the end, Tanjiro and Nezuko were now accepted as Demon Slayers and their quest was to defeat the Twelve Kizuki and the Demon King himself.

Tanjiro promised that they would do their best.

Then Shinobu pointed out that he needed medical attention, so the Kakushi arrived to take Tanjiro and Nezuko.

You helped Nezuko back into her box, giving her forehead a kiss and a promise that you would see her soon. She made cute agreeing noises at you.

Never seeing how Tanjiro looked at you, a fox-demon, been so kind and good to his sister, filling his heart with new emotions.

After the Kamado’s Siblings were gone with the Kakushi, the Hashira Meeting could take place.

You switched back into your human form and follow after the other to the meeting room.

Oyakata-Sama with his two daughters by his side sits before you. The room was dark only illuminated with lamps and you all sit in seiza before him.

You talked about how the quality of the Demon Slayer has gone bad, how this era changed so much, and how the Demon King let this chaos happen with his Lower Moon to hide his traces.

The Master let all, besides you, go, with the words that you were the best Demon Slayer since the Feudal Era.

You expected a scolding for acting out of line today, showing your true self, and commanding Sanemi, but the Master just wanted your honest opinion.

You were the oldest, you have seen death and life come and go.

Was the way the Demon Slayer Corps took the right one?

You only said this.

“Oyakata-Sama. I think we found valuable assets in Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado. These two are something special. They are full…of sunlight. And sunlight is the best against demons.”

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#demon slayer #demon slayer FF: The Fox and the Sun #kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro kamado #demon slayer tanjiro #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x you #tanjiro kamado x reader

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can I get a request on rottmnt boys with their s/o who is floraphile (it means someone that loves flowers)

TW:NONE,SFW,FLUFF,ROMANTIC

Reader Pronoun none

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Raphael

-He does love flowers a lot but he smell sweet pollen runs up to his nostrils that made him happy. He finds it very peaceful and calming.

-He would admired you when you sniff flowers a lot he thinks you are pretty/handsome/beautiful to him.

-He is not good at bouquets but he tried his best for you ok?! He just wants you to love him back.

-He loves your garden when there’s a beehive and full of life you had instead of doing nothing.

-You choose a red flower crown and made it for him and guess what. He wears it everyday well not everyday his brothers would find out that he have a soft spot and he cried when his flower crown wither away. Don't worry you make another one for him and you cheered him up.

Leonardo

-He really likes roses a lot which also think it match his silly and charming personality

-He would take you where there is a field of flowers

—You gave him every blue flowers because it matched his colour he would laugh as he tells you flowers jokes

-He also would wear flower necklace like a medal and shows off to his brother saying he's the best

Donatello

-Likes lavenders and other purple colour flowers that match his purple colour bandana he may not like nature but you always dragged along with him (he only saw on the Internet or the flowershop he saw faraway)

-He made a flower accessories saying "it was to easy for me create one like my inventions and the wires."

-He would be into Terrariums a lot but with a stash of science experiments and fly traps.

-He info dumps and you info dump to him to which you both talked about flowers facts or meanings

-He would admired how you kept so many flowers and plants at your house/apartment.

-He steal flowers when the florist isn't looking

Michaelangelo

-He likes sunflowers because it is yellow that represents sun.

-He sometimes makes paper flowers for you or draws one when he sees it when you bought a flower to the sewers or when walking in the garden in human disguise

-He likes flowers accessories he always thinks he is cute with it or you with the flower accessories

-adores the flowers you kept in your garden like he never seen someone who had a life since New York is the busy city.

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #raph #tmnt leonardo #rottmnt mikey #donnie #gender neutral reader #gender neutral s/o #tmnt headcanons #Fluff

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svt headcanons (them as genshin impact players)

-> warnings: none !!

-> a/n: aaaaa I love writing headcanons sm bear wit me pls </3 also i wanted to save up for baizhu but i really wanted layla and i pulled for her and got mona instead im actually devastated i gotta kiss my baizhu goodbye ;-; I've been waiting for him for two years T^T

-> seungcheol:

his team : zhongli, raiden, ganyu, bennett

absolutely loves lumine over aether.

somehow has the best luck ever and almost never loses 50/50????

however, he also has the worst luck when it comes to artifacts and almost never gets good artifacts at all but he kinda deserves it for all the 50/50s he won >:[

would definitely start rage killing hilichurls, abyss mages, samachurls or literally any enemy that decides to come his way after wasting all his resins on artifacts that he does NOT!! WANT!!

never allows the rest of the boys enter his world (ESPECIALLY JEONGHAN) because they always steal ascension materials that he is in need of.

but, he also has the AUDACITY to whine and sulk if the other members don't let him in their world.

all the children in the game (qiqi and maybe even nahida included) are his own children now idc (i may or may not be projecting here).

"I even got you dinner with my o w n money and you have the audacity to reject my co-op request????"

-> jeonghan:

his team : ayato, ayaka, scaramouche, raiden

definitely put raiden and scaramouche in the same team for shits and giggles given the history the two share

he definitely has venti or childe as his avatar picture or whatever idk he just gives off that vibe.

DEFINITELY CHOSE LUMINE AT THE BEGINNING

enters people's worlds under the pretense of collecting easily available things but ends up stealing stuff like onikabutos.

stands in the sidelines when he feels like he's gonna lose his characters in a co-op fight

BIGGEST PAIMON ANTI EVER !! HE HATES EVERYTHING ABOUT HER !!!

would kill timmie's pigeons just because .

"Hey can I just collect cecilia for my venti real quick?" (those are NOT his real intentions)

-> joshua:

his team : ganyu, nilou, yae miko, xinqui

no.1 aether defender !!

LOVES LOVES LOVES HYDRO CHARACTERS FOR SOME REASON. THEYRE ALL SO PRETTY !!!

has such pretty serenitea layouts fr !! absolutely loves the serenitea pot <3333

spends so much time in making things in his serenitea pot that he doesn't even get the time to build his characters.

almost never plays in co-op mode.

knows where you get what wood and where to mine certain items BY HEART

definitely has a thing for the mirror maiden and the pyro fatui agent. he literally goes heart eyes <3___<3 for them.

"Oh sandbearer wood? You'll find it all around liyue !"

-> jun:

his team: ganyu, xiao, yanfei, razor

you can hear him screaming from across the street, even with the door to your house closed and locked everytime he loses 50/50 and gets qiqi

definitely has c6 qiqi by now. he hasn't even got her past level 1 (he's petty)

was definitely stressed when he was asked to choose between aether and lumine (he chose aether in one server and lumine in the other purely because he couldn't choose who he wanted)

cannot pronounce the mondstadt characters names for the life of him like wtf is a fischl 😐

BIGGEST GANYU LUVER <33333 HE WAS SO ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT BUILDING HER !! she's literally the only triple crowned character.

another paimon hater. he doesn't even give her a chance to speak he's clicking past it in the speed of light.

he loves the lore but hates having to read the voicelines like that takes SO. MUCH. EFFORT.

definitely gave scaramouche a goofy name and had a good giggle about it for 3 mins before he realized this name is final and it can't be changed so now he's stuck with a goofy name for his wanderer :///

"NOOOO I DIDN'T MEAN TO NAME HIM SCARAMUCUS !!!"

-> hoshi:

his team : itto (it just makes sense), childe, venti, xinyan

AETHER LUVER™

definitely cried during the inazuma archon quest. (and the inazuma world quest where they had to do that cleansing ritual)

literally gets past all the quest out of pure luck because he does NOT know how to build his characters for the life of him.

wonwoo would ocassionally help him with artifacts but that's about it.

wouldn't even want a certain character and he'd still pull for them because he likes to collect 5 stars 😧

his quest list is endless because he just never completes them.

has a teeny tiny crush on all the sumeru enemies, men and women alike (I'm most definitely projecting here)

"WHY MUST TEPPEI DIE?? *sniffle* I HATE THIS GAME SO MUCH!"

-> wonwoo:

his team : yae miko, al haitham, hu tao, nahida

probably the only one that knows how to build his characters properly.

definitely chose aether.

NOT an f2p player.

he completed the aranara quest in a single day 😰 (it took him 6.5 hours)

completed the spiral abyss 😧

hasn't opened his serenitea pot. like, at all.

he let's out a guttural scream everytime he gets yunjin in place of a 5 star he wanted (definitely projecting here, I'm not sorry

" Let me help you with your quests since I'm done with mine." (To hoshi, of course)

-> woozi:

his team : raiden, heizou, ayaka, nilou

most of his archon quests were completed by wonwoo.

chose aether in a hurry.

doesn't really pull unless he thinks the playstyle of a character suits his taste.

fought a ruin guard ONE (1) time and decided the game isn't worth it.

HATES HATES HATES DRAGONSPINE !!

only does his ascension quest if wonwoo or jun are around so that he could do the first half and they'd take care of the rest.

actually feels sorry for timmie instead of hatred the way most genshin players do :(

Just pure screams of agony because he's been made to fight a rifthound.

-> minghao:

his team : yelan, fischl, kazuha, kokomi

strictly a f2p player because he thinks it's pure insanity to even pay money for a game that he'd get tired of in two years. moreover, humans shouldn't be so greedy and must also face the downs of life (losing 50/50) and not just the ups.

is actually very interested in the lore and has probably read the genshin comic.

biggest lumine defender !!!

diluc >>>>> kaeya for some reason.

strategically builds his characters. he first builds his main team and the other characters he switches now and then, depending on the enemy he's fighting. he, then, builds the healers that are left and then the shield users that are left before getting to the characters that he personally fancies.

has reached friendship level 10 with most of his characters.

another person who actually takes some time out to build the prettiest layouts in his serenitea pot.

"Luck shouldn't be BOUGHT. It should come your way on its own. So, you getting Al Haitham through welkin doesn't really count as a win, but that's just my opinion 🥰"

-> mingyu:

his team : yae miko, al haitham, yelan, bennett

chose lumine as the traveller in one server and aether as the traveller in another server because they're both so precious to him.

has the BIGGEST, FATTEST crush on the mirror maidens and the oceanid (something about the shit-talking gets him going 😧)

he chose his team based on how hot they are, excluding bennett, of course. he chose bennett because that's his son and he's a healer.

accidentally plunges down where the npcs are walking and scares them.

only buys welkin when he REALLY wants a character (basically, if the character is hot)

is actually pretty good at building his characters, but has a horrible luck when pulling for them. and he's almost always getting yunjin like at this point bro has c6 yunjin please hoyoverse stop this madness 😰😰

only buys welkin when he REALLY wants a character (basically, if the character is hot)

has so many people in his friends list. so much so that, he's actually nearing the limit. HE DOESNT EVEN ENTER SOMEONE'S WORLD MORE THAN ONCE HE JUST HAS STRANGERS IN HIS FRIENDS LIST!!

"Oh, I don't know who deez is; they're just. THERE."

-> dokyeom:

his team : yelan, heizou, layla, fischl

LUMINE IS HIS DAUGHTER.

he's so sweet, he let's jeonghan and other people into his world every single time only for them to steal the things he really needs.

uses raiden's skill and then stands in the sidelines with jeonghan. he is NOT GETTING IN THERE AND DYING >:[

everytime he's fighting outside of co-op mode, you can hear him screaming 3 neighbourhoods away.

uses klee's skill to bomb you up when he gets mad at you.

definitely tried to ice bridge his way to inazuma when he was a low ar player and died by a lightning strike. 5 times. On different ocassions.

actually enjoyed the aranara quest because the aranaras are SO cute !!

(To jeonghan) "So...do you wanna bet who'll die first in this domain among those two?"

-> seungkwan:

his team : tighnari, xinyan, fischl, barbara

he's planning on naming his firstborn lumine.

though barbara doesn't cause a lot of damage he's actually content with the way she heals others.

he's the one fighting for his life in domains while dokyeom and jeonghan are standing in the sidelines, placing bets.

he can't even pause the game to text them in-game, so he just yells from his room.

he isn't very good with bow users but he loves tighnari's character. SO MUCH HE JUST CANT NOT PUT HIM ON HIS TEAM :(((

he refuses to switch tightnari out of his team, no matter what!! he WILL be there.

everytime paimon speaks, he gets into a one-sided conversation (argument) with her. OUT LOUD.

"CAN YOU BOTH S T O P PLACING BETS AND COME HELP ME??? YOU KNOW WE CAN GET THIS OVER WITH QUICKER IF YOU'D JUST COME HERE. IS THIS HOW YOU'RE GONNA BE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN APOCALYPSE TOO???!"

-> vernon:

his team : childe, albedo, dendro traveller, kuki

loves aether so much for an unexplainable reason. like he literally built dendro traveller with so much efforts <3

he's there for the lore.

AVOIDS GOING TO THE CHASM AND DRAGONSPINE LIKE THE PLAGUE.

is the only one that helps seungkwan out in domains.

doesn't get on co-op that often unless it's seungkwan.

takes his own sweet time in completing the archon quests insead of rushing head first into them.

if he can't complete a quest, he'd be on youtube IMMEDIATELY. if he fails the first time you are NOT gonna see him do it on his own the second time without a youtube guide.

"Oh...the chasm? You wanna go to the chasm? Ah...give me a sec, I need to use the bathroom real quick." *vernonline has left your world* (legend has it that he is still in the bathroom)

-> dino:

his team : eula, razor, hu tao, diona

always gets smacked left and right by the ruin hunter before he could dodge its attacks.

he loves lumine so much. He even has a lumine plushie.

loves getting on co-op mode with his members please he just enjoys playing with them so much <3333

he makes headcanons about the characters during his free time and gets so excited when someone asks him about it.

he WON'T stop talking about his headcanons.

sometimes he gets bored of the game but then remembers that he needs to get to the end to see how the story plays out.

anybody can join his world because this silly fool did not choose the ask before joining option. and then, he'll freak out when he sees another person in his world.

"OH MY GOD!?@*! WHO ARE YOU??? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? WHAT????"

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