#he's annoying when he remembers how much shorter we are and i decided two can play that game

[soilem]

fun part about talking to my brother: calling each other bullies for whatever

#it's more playful teasing though #like i'll ask him to get something from the fridge #or he'll wake me up for the morning/afternoon tea #stuff like that #surprisingly despite the hostility we had for each other as children none of it made it past 12 years old 🤔 #same with my other brother #he used to be so annoying #but now that neither of us has grown an inch past 5'8 there's some sort of solidarity #sometimes i pretend to not be able to get someting on a high shelf just to get my lamppost of a brother to get up to get it #he's annoying when he remembers how much shorter we are and i decided two can play that game

[readychilledwine]

Slow Hands

Azriel x Vanserra Oc

Azriel returns from a rough mission very sore. The typical ointments Madja uses aren't helping to relieve the tension, so the healer suggests Azriel goes to see Lyria, a pretty little healer who specializes in massage therapy.

Warnings - NSFW, but nothing is graphic. Accidental orgasm from a service. Some swearing. Unedited. Dearest minors, DNI.

Word count- 2,639

Random author's note - I just believe it should be cannon that the Vanserras give the best massages. They're literally fae heating pads/hot water bottles.

Part Two

Azriel walked beside Rhysand in silence as they made their way to the building Madja had asked Azriel to visit.

The two had not spoken since the incident with Elain, but he could tell Rhys, who had paused hand halfway up to knock on the door, wanted to tell him something.

Rhys cleared his throat. "Do you remember me coming home from the mountain and saying I decided to bring a new friend to Velaris?"

Azriel nodded, refusing to verbally break his silence to his brother, to which Rhys rolled his eyes. "This is her. She is Lucien's sister. Be. Kind. She is doing this for you as a favor to me."

Rhys knocked on the door before winnowing away, leaving Azriel standing there awkwardly. Shock set in as golden light flooded the streets. There, in the doorway, smiling gently was the mirror image of the Lady of Autumn, only shorter.

"You must be Azriel," he stared down at the pretty female, mouth going dry as he tried to figure out how to form words. "Come in. I'm Lyria, by the way." She smiled softly at him and continued walking.

Her home was warm, inviting, and comfortable. It smelled like lavender and something slightly medicinal Azriel could not place. "Rhys doesn't normally have his wings out when we do this." Azriel followed her, admiring her legs and ass in her tight leggings, as she directed him through her home. "Are you able to lay on your back?"

"I am." Azriel was studying her fully as they entered a room with a table centered in it and glass bottles lining a cabinet. Her red hair was pulled into braids and pins with a few pieces falling into loose curls. Her high cheekbones reminded Azriel very much of her mother, and her constellation of freckles lining her nose and cheeks were the only clear sign of her relation to Eris. Her golden sun kissed skin, though, that was Azriel's clear indication of who her father truly was.

All in all, he knew she was beautiful. Truly beautiful, and Azriel felt himself thinking of 100 other things he could do with her besides what Rhysand and Madja describe as a "back rub, but better."

He watched Lyria shift, clearly noting the way he was looking at her. "If you're comfortable, I just need you to take all of your clothing off and lay on that table. We will start with you on your back. Just put the towel where you want it for privacy. I can step out. Let me know when you're ready."

Azriel watched her walk out, eyes glued on her body. Rhys, the tone in his mind was slighly annoyed as he felt familiar claws enter his shields.

Azriel, A laughing purr answered back, Is she to your liking?

You're an asshole. A better warning would have been nice. Azriel slammed him out as he finished removing the leathers and siphons from his body before getting on the heated table. He sighed, shadows slowing down and stilling before opening the door and gently grabbing Lyria.

She moved silently through the room, fae lights dimming as she grabbed a few things. "Rhys said you'd prefer lotion over oil, is that accurate?" Azriel just nodded, a feeling of vulnerability sitting in.

He was naked in the presence of a female related to two males who absolutely hated him. A female who could wield fire as easily as breathing. His only comforts were the sign that she clearly thought nothing of his nakedness, and that his shadows had already told him she had no weapons in her home.

"I'm assuming they explained this to you? And let you know I'd be touching you a lot during this?" Azriel confirmed to her quietly they had. "If anything hurts, or makes you uncomfortable in any way, or you just do not like the way it feels, let me know right away. Is it okay if I start?" Consent. She wanted his consent to touch him. He nodded slowly and felt his shoulders instantly tense as she touched him.

Her hands were warm and so soft. Gently moving along the planes of his tight muscles in slow, long strokes. She was using enough pressure to map out areas of his body that were tighter than others but not being rough enough to hurt him. Azriel groaned as she found a knot near this collarbone. Her hands instantly began working in that area. "Does that feel okay?"

"It feels great." The room was filled with the sounds of water running softly, of animals in a forest. It even smelled like the Illyrian Mountains. The soft scent of magic, her magic, floated in the air as Lyria created an environment the High Lord had told her his spymaster would relax easiest in.

Azriel felt himself giving completely into her hands, melting in her touch, eyes closing. He groaned and moaned occasionally in appreciation and pleasure.

"There we go," she whispered softly. "Just relax. I'll take care of you." He felt his mind drifting as she worked down his arms, his torso, the fronts of his thighs.

Lyria was watching the Shadowsinger's little reactions to figure out where to focus, what areas she needed to work longer, and where the male held the most tension. She was also trying to ignore a growing aspect that had begun to pop up.

She worked her way back up to his shoulders, running her hands below his back, between his wings, causing another moan to leave his throat. This one, though, had her pausing. "I'm sorry," she whispered as she gently ran her hands from the spot they were in and up his neck. "I am so sorry."

Azriel chuckled slightly, eyes opening to look up at her. Her bottom lip had tucked between her teeth. She's nervous, his shadows began whispering to him. She was worried she had hurt him or he was feeling violated. "It's okay. They're sensitive, but that feels amazing."

"I can sto-"

"Please, do not stop."

Lyria nodded, her lip still tucked into her teeth. "You can roll onto your back if you'd like, and are um, able to." It was then that Azriel realized what she meant.

"Please tell me this happens all of the time?" His face was flushed as he threw an arm over it. "You have male clients, this happens all of the time right?"

Lyria was instantly giggling. The noise like soft bells in his ears making him smile and relax. "Of course. Rhys especially. Roll over. I want to use a different lotion on your back." Lyria turned away, grabbing a different glass bottle.

Azriel rolled over taking the time to admire her body again. Thinking of how pretty she'd look tied up in his shadows. She'd look pretty in any position, naked or dressed. He put his head down, trying to focus on relaxing and not his growing need to bend her over the nearest surface.

Lyria moved back to him, warming the lotion she had on her hands, "Are you okay with lotion getting in your hair? You carry a lot of tension here," Azriel shivered as she was near the lowest base of his wings. She was being careful not to touch them, but just the ghosting of her fingers near them was causing his touch starved body to react. It also didn't help that her voice was a siren spell, "through the upper part of your spine and into your scalp. I feel like I can work it all out, but I need to get the tension in your scalp out too, or you'll have headaches all the time."

"You can do whatever you want to me," Azriel felt himself tense back up at the response. He knew he meant it. He knew he'd allow his female to take what she wanted from him without hesitation.

"What a generous offer. You'll have to buy me dinner first." Lyria moved. Starting his massage again at his feet.

"Fuck," Azriel groaned. He heard her chuckle as she worked and he relaxed into her touch once more.

Discomfort hit him again as she began to work up his legs, easing the tension in his thighs. "Is this okay? You are really tight on your legs and hips." Azriel nodded at her question, groaning as she began working out knots in areas he would have never suspected. "Am I hurting you?" Gods no, he thought to himself. "Do you want me to talk to you to distract you?"

"Hearing your voice is making it worse." Azriel bit his lip to hold in a moan as she began to work the other side. "I'm sorry."

She shook her head, smiling slightly. "Not hurting you then. You are fine, Azriel. Just relax. It's just your body reacting. It's normal."

His name rolling off her tongue made Azriel feel like his soul was lit on fire and an ache started in his chest. He began to imagine what she'd sound like with his head between her thighs, his hands squeezing her breasts, her legs wrapped around his waist as he buried himself so deep into her they became one.

Lyria continued her work, ignoring the growing scent of his arousal as the tension in his lower back released. She then made a rookie mistake, leaning across his back to grab her lotion bottle allowing her breasts to run along his body. She said nothing as his wings fluttered and he slightly shivered. She just continued her work.

Azriel was a piece of art, she had decided. His body reminded her of expertly carved marble. Hard muscled cuts from years of training, but they yielded so easily to her touch. Small twitches began to happen as she hit his mid back just below his wings.

Her eyes flicked to where he gripped the soft sheets of the bed as she pulled a heated blanket over his lower half. "Is it too warm?" She knew the scars on his hands all too well, she was hiding her own that danced along her back.

"No, just everything feels really good." His reply was soft, but raspy and deep. She smiled softly as she continued her work, gently going around the lower base of his wings without realizing the stimulation she was causing him.

Azriel was biting his fist under the table as pleasure shot straight to his cock. His body was so relaxed and everything felt intensified. He had been craving touch like this for years now. Soft, gentle, slow. She was taking her time on his back, working out every ounce of tension, every knotted muscle, every single drop of pain he had. His body hadn't felt this good in years, and he hadn't felt relief like this since his last trip to the brothel.

Her hands were heaven on his skin. They were warm and smooth, grazing him with her nails occasionally. She smelled like heaven, too. The soft scent of apples and salted caramel. He could drown in her scent alone if she allowed him to.

He felt the groan slip his throat as she moved to be in front of him and began to work between his wings. "Tell me if you want me to stop. I don't want to hurt you."

Azriel realized slowly he was drowning. This female was about to reduce him to a puddle with the touch of her hands and that alone. He pushed the feeling down. Doing her job, a shadow reminded him.

She worked in silence, noting his soft gasps, whimpers, and moans as she worked the center of his back and sides of both wings. She was finally at the base of his shoulder blades when Azriel's resolve dropped. His hands came to rest on the backs of her thighs, squeezing the plush skin there every so often as she worked the tops of where his wings connected in.

A rough grasp on her thighs as she accidently brushed the ridge of his wing had her gasping slightly, nails digging into his back, making him growl in pleasure. "I'm sorry," she whispered again and tried to back away, only to find herself locked by his large hands.

"That was my fault," he was smirking and pulled her closer. "Please keep going. I'll behave." Lyria bit her lip, her nervous tick he noted, nodding as she went back to work.

She was focusing on working the muscle tension near his wings. She was hoping he'd be able to ignore his pleasure, but as his breathing picked up, his wings twitched, and he moaned for her more, she knew. Lyria knew what was about to happen, but anytime her hands slowed, he gripped her thighs tighter as if begging her to continue.

He was on the edge at this point. He could feel a peak of pleasure within reach as she began working his shoulders and neck. Azriel was trying to hold it in as the pleasure built, but Lyria sealed his fate.

She did a single long stroke, starting between his wings, up his neck, and gently tugged his hair.

It was his undoing as he moaned out loudly, his grip on her thighs moving so he was cupping her ass and digging his fingers into her. His body was slightly shaking, as she scratched his head and played with his hair through his high.

Lyria had her lip between her teeth again. Trying to hide the feminine smile at her ability to bring one of the deadliest males in History to completion with no more than the touch of her hand.

She moved to sit next to Azriel, dropping his right arm over her thighs as she sat next to him, continuing to massage his scalp as he finished coming down, breathing coming back to normal. Once he turned his head to her, she just smiled.

"I know a few places in Autumn you could get help with that problem," she offered gently. "Eris runs a very clean, respectable one. They have males and females. All there by choice because they like to fuck."

Azriel chuckled. "That obvious, huh?" He looked at her. Enjoying the slight flush of her cheeks as her amber eyes met his hazel ones.

"I don't normally have people finish on my table, so we're going to chalk it up to you had a lot of tension to release." She paused, hand still playing with his hair before handing him a towel. "I noticed it building as I was working in your wing bases, but you didn't ask me to stop, and if I tried to, you squeezed my thighs to prevent me from moving. Rhys just said the wings themselves were sensitive. I didn't realize it was that whole area. I am sorry if I've made you feel violated."

He took the towel, cleaning himself and the table as she looked away. He tossed it into her nearby hamper and laid back down. A shadow grabbed her hair and placed it back into his hair.

"He probably did that on purpose. Fucking asshole. I owe you dinner," he finally said. "I'd like to do this again. Hopefully without that happening. I'm hoping that was a one time thing."

Lyria nodded. "We can do the same time next week with dinner beforehand?" He nodded at her, sitting up and studying her face again. "Also, I don't mind if that happens again." She was blushing and tucked her hair behind a delicately pointed ear. "Maybe in different circumstances though."

Azriel smirked, hand reaching to gently pull at her hair, "That could be rearranged."

#acotar x reader #acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x oc #azriel acotar

[simpxxstan]

perfect complements (ch. 1)

pairing: professor!seungcheol x professor!f.reader

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, angst, slight smut

series summary: four and a half years of working together breeds familiarity, resentment, and everything in between. it's almost like living together.

chapter word count: 2.1k

warnings: bickering (will be a major feature in this story, so please do not read if verbal fights are not your cup of tea), seungcheol smokes.

a/n: seventeen is my new addiction and i'm not backing off! this is inspired from my dream life (hehe i want to be an econ prof). the series title is an econ term lolol sorry if it's too geeky. i think this series will have multiple spinoffs, maybe you can guess for which characters? all i can hope for is that i'll be able to pull through the plot till the very end and not get writers' block midway :(

slight heads up? seungcheol is 32 here, and the f. reader y/n is 33 here. wonwoo is 35-36, and minghao is slightly younger than seungcheol, probably 30. chan is 24-25 years old. y/n is shorter than seungcheol, and wears glasses. not much other physical description of y/n. also, this fic will probably have different povs, so this chapter is from seungcheol's pov.

thank you so much for reading! your reblogs, likes and comments mean sooo much honestly. i know every content creator says this, and i know we all mean it from our hearts.

enjoy some of my ult svt bias, seungcheollie!

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With four and a half years of working together comes a ton of familiarity. Choi Seungcheol knows it annoyingly well: annoying because he’s greeted by the sight of your coat on his chair again, and well because this is a sight he sees nearly every Monday. Four years ago, he would have tried to explain to you that it’s a Monday morning, he didn’t want to come to take classes this early, and his patience is running thin, so it would be very nice if you could remember which chair was yours every morning when you came and took off your coat. Three years ago, he would have shrieked out, irritation burning through his veins. Two years ago, he would walk up to your desk, and spill your coffee all over the term paper you were currently checking. One year ago, he would purposely ruin your day even if it increased his headache tenfold just thinking about ways to annoy you. 

But not any more. Choi Seungcheol has decided you are not worth a penny of his hard earned money, a moment of his precious time, and a nano atom of his genius brain cells. He simply picks your coat and dumps it on the ground, deliciously close to the dustbin. He knows his ears shouldn’t perk up, but they do, and when they hear your reaction, it is so gratifying, it feels like he has won a World War. 

“Prof. Choi, if you feel you cannot respect the personal property of others, feel free to accompany me to the Dean’s Office.” You have somehow stomped up to him, standing right before him, as he pulls out the chair to his desk, taking in the endless papers and books that are arranged neatly before him. Your attitude never ceases to surprise him, given that you’re an entire head shorter than him, and even if you’re wearing heels, he can tower over you whenever you stomp up to him in these little furies. It makes you look like a little furry puppy, your hands on your hips, and Seungcheol thrives off the fire burning in your eyes. “There, there. I’d actually love to, but it seems that you need to remember how to respect public property and not hog over the space of others.” 

You’re staring at him above your glasses, which have slipped down to the middle of your nose, and god, Seungcheol finds it hilarious. He wants to burst out laughing, the only thing holding him on is his determination to not break character and push you further. 

“And if your routine morning tantrums are over, Seungcheol and Y/N, please settle down in your seats. It seems like I have to send you both to college again.” 

Said Dean’s voice booms out behind you, and although his voice is surprisingly firm, there’s a shit-eating grin on his face, and he walks towards the two of you. He picks up the coat, lying on the floor, and hands it to Y/N. Jeon Wonwoo does not miss out on how flustered you both look on getting caught during your little lovers’ quarrel, as Wonwoo likes to call it in his mind, all alone in the Economics Department Staffroom. 

“Morning Wonwoo! Enlighten me why no one else is here. Why am I stuck with this lady through this sad Monday morning?” 

Seungcheol leans back on his chair, casual now that Wonwoo has calmed down the mood. You walk back to your desk, which unfortunately is right opposite Seungcheol’s, but he’s used to your ugly face to stay unfazed by it now. It’s like a terrible gift from a nosy relative you’ve hung up on the wall for long enough that it doesn’t catch the eye anymore and is just… there. But he’s quick to take note of how you’re smiling at Wonwoo, your glasses have been pushed to the top of your head, revealing your forehead and the same tiny pair of diamond hoops you wear every day. 

It is, like he knows well, a scene of familiarity. And he really despises that fact. 

“Minghao has a conference, he’s in the States. This is in preparation for his exchange program thing.”

“Oh yeah, he texted me on Saturday that he’s leaving soon… wasn’t aware it’s today.” You speak softly, already opening your laptop to get started with your work for the day. 

“And Minhee is in the Girls’ Hostel.”

“Why?” You both ask, confused. “I thought Prof. Kim from History is the warden?” “Yes, but they’ve recently gone on their maternity leave. Minhee has to take over. And, bad luck for her, but on the very first day, there’s been a kind of emergency. Some punches were thrown while drunk, and now Minhee’s lecturing them.” “As if anyone’s gonna take her seriously,” Seungcheol scoffs, since everyone knew Minhee to be one of the coolest professors in the university. 

“Hey! They took me very seriously, thank you. This is the problem with men. Give them a woman with good tits and a kind face and they think she’s a dumb bitch to run over.” Minhee walks into the small Staffroom, looking very much exhausted but she’s never going to admit it. She plops down on your desk, pushing away the laptop. “Is the situation better now?” you ask, holding out your coffee to Minhee, asking her silently to take a sip. “Yes, thankfully. I’ll have to go and check again after classes get over for the day.”

“Well then, you’re all up to date. Don’t forget the meeting with the Faculty Coordinator today at 5 pm!” “Yes Sir,” you all echo unenthusiastically, as Wonwoo chuckles and walks out of the room. It’s going to be a long day and Seungcheol can already feel his temples buzzing. 

_

Six classes down, and he’s feeling the Monday blues wear off into a blissful exhaustion. At the end of the day, this is a profession he has not once regretted choosing. He absolutely adores spending time with his students- mostly. There’s always going to be a black sheep, like Lee Chan from his Advanced Game Theory course. Chan isn’t a bad guy, per se. He’s just over-enthusiastic and is always looking to impress: which results in him reading texts beyond his level just to try and make Seungcheol happy and end up confusing the entire concept. 

But at least dealing with the well-meaning Chan is better than going to the faculty counselling meeting with you. Well, not just with you. But he knows very well what he’s going to hear at the meeting, and he’s absolutely dreading it. He has nearly the same look on his face as his students do when they get the term results, he’s just better at masking it. 

As he walks into the Faculty Coordinator’s office, he sees you’re already sitting in a corner, staring outside the window, while Minhee is chatting with the Coordinator. He notices you glancing his way once, before turning your eyes towards the sky again. “Good Afternoon Prof. Choi! How are you doing?” Ms. Song looks at Seungcheol with warm eyes as he takes a seat. “I’m fine, thank you, and you?” It seems that nervousness has rendered Seungcheol incapable of forming sentences beyond nursery-level, and both Minhee and Ms. Song let out a small laugh at his childish response. “I’m sure you know why you’re here, Prof. Choi, as does Prof. Y/L/N. I’ll spare you the intro.” Minhee asks, “Am I really needed to be here?” Ms. Song says, “Prof. Jeon, unless you seriously want me to be alone with this pair who want to murder each other, I would really prefer if you could be here.” Seungcheol is blushing now, embarrassed to the toe. He can hear you groan, and Minhee somehow finds it all funny enough to smile. “If it's so amusing to you, Minhee, you can leave. We swear we won’t kill each other today, if we’ve been able to control ourselves all this time.” Seungcheol’s not even looking at you, but the sarcasm is biting his skin. 

“Alright, alright. Calm down, Prof. Y/L/N. Remember, aggression is not the key. We’re here for resolutions.” 

“Well then, could we please proceed to the point directly?”

“You’re in a rush on a Monday? You play baseball with the kids after class-” you ask him, staring into his face.

“I have a date today after class.” 

That shuts you up for good, and Seungcheol feels queasy. It’s one thing trying to get the last word in, and it’s another to hit your weak point just to get the last word in. He wants to explain but Ms. Song interrupts. “I’ll cut the chase. From what I can see now, and from all the reports I’ve received in the last three months, there’s been not much improvement from the situation we had observed earlier. In fact, it’s only gotten more alarming-”

“Ever since I’ve turned thirty-three,” you sigh, but Ms. Song ignores you. 

“I’ve spoken to the Dean, Dr. Wonwoo, and also to some of the other faculty members you share your classes and university space with. We collectively think it’s only fair to say that your interpersonal relationship is harming the kind of environment we want to foster in our university. It is, by no means, a new development, and students of several batches have noticed this relationship of yours as well. This kind of banter, which includes quite serious threats at times-” she raises a hand to quieten Seungcheol’s attempt to interrupt, “is not conducive to a healthy academic environment.”

You both sigh, you whisper something along the lines of it’s not that serious, and although Seungcheol hates to say it out loud, he agrees with you. 

“I would recommend you both to go to the University Counsellor and take a few… bonding sessions over the next semester. We think this kind of banter is not too serious, we’re extremely hopeful of a resolution. It’s just not happening right now, because you’re not aware of the efforts to be taken. Once you sit with a counsellor, the path will be clearer-”

Seungcheol doesn’t even realise when he’s stood up. It feels stuffy. He had thought he was long past the age of getting reprimanded for fighting with his peers. 

“I really have to leave now. Thank you for the talk, Ms. Song. I’ll get back to you with my schedule and we can set up the meetings with the counsellor.”

“Prof. Choi.” The voice is stern, and Seungcheol holds up. He needs a cigarette, or fresh air. Neither is really available right now, so he grips on to the chair to steady himself. “I will mail you the meetings and Plan of Action, and you shall adjust your schedule accordingly. You know the consequences-” Seungcheol nods before the threat gets completed. Wonwoo has explained the consequences several times to him. 

“I will do so. Don’t worry, Ms. Song. You shall get nothing but my best efforts.” “I hope so. Really.” 

Seungcheol finally steps out of the room, and heaves deep breaths to get his brain working again. His phone rings, as he walks down the stairs to get away from the building. He picks it up while lighting the cigarette between his lips as he leaves the campus-

“Hello Cheollie! Should I come over to your place to pick you up or-”

“Hyerin?”

“What? Did you forget about our date? Yah! Oppa!”

“No no, I just-” he realises that you’ve just left the campus walking past him, not even sparing him a glance. He watches you as you walk farther away from him, your car blinking in the distance, and the tap-tap of your heels fading out amidst the sounds of the wind. The campus is remarkably quiet for this time of the day, or maybe he’s just too out of it all. 

“I’ll meet you at the cafe. We can go to your place later, right?”

“Yes yes, I’ve talked to my roommate already, but why not Oppa’s place this time?” the sickly sweet voice from the other end of the phone irritates him, but he knows she’s acting cute just for fun. 

“You know why-” 

“Oppa, Kkuma doesn’t care about the girls you bring over.” “She does! She’s a very sensitive princess.” “Cheol-ah, you can just say you don’t care enough about me, and I’ll get it. Don’t bring the poor baby into this.” Seungcheol sighs. This is why he likes Hyerin, she can be mature when she wants to.

But it seems like now is not the time.

“I’ll see you later then, Oppa! Maybe tonight will change your mind!” “Hmm!” Seungcheol hears the call get cut, and he finally drags a puff from his cigarette. You’ve disappeared out of sight, and Seungcheol’s mind is clear now.

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find the word!

tagged by @lavenderstobins and def using this as an excuse not to work on a monday morning, so thank you! <3

rules: search your WIPs for the words you're given and share the extract they're from.

the words i was given are: laugh, throat, blue, care, eyebrow and friend.

laugh, from thriving in the apocalypse (working title: battle in the woods, robin gets hurt)

Robin reaches her free hand toward him. He takes it and brings it to his cheek. “I’m sor—” “Don’t you dare.” It’s barely a breath, the seriousness of it wrapped so prettily in the rasp of her voice. “You saved me, dingus. Remember?” Steve’s laugh is real this time. Robin brushes her thumb over his cheek as the tears start falling. He gulps and shakes his head again. “Stop comforting me. You’re the one bleeding out on the ground.”

throat, from the charmed au (i am human, and i need to be loved)

“No. We…” El speaks slowly, not like she’s hesitating, but like she’s unsure of how the words feel in her mouth. “Are sisters.” No, the world isn’t falling out from under her. It’s crashing down around her. Robin feels her pulse in her throat. Something is ringing in her ears. She almost loses her grip on the flashlight, the beam wavering between them all. The other two don’t seem to notice. Max shakes her head a little. “No, we’re sisters.” She gestures between herself and Robin. Annoyance has crept into her voice now. “But we don’t even know who you are.”

blue, from the nancy pov

Nancy watches the flex of her shoulders—bare with the dark blue cut-off she’s wearing today. There’s a light sheen of sweat covering her arms, the sides of her torso, the back of her neck beneath her hairline—shorter than ever in a stylish boy’s cut that’s so neat and soft it must be new. So many of her freckles are on display, even more prominent than usual after a hot summer. Nancy doesn’t realize she’s staring until Robin catches her. But all Robin does is smile at her. She wipes the sweaty hair from her face and heads back down to the truck, leaving Nancy to shake herself off and thank whatever higher power might be listening that Max and Dustin are too busy arguing about what should go on the end table to have noticed.

care, from an untitled nancy ptsd thing

Holly and Robin both just…keep drawing. She can hear arguing drifting up from the basement. She wonders what happened after the group defeated the gnolls. If they decided to rest or keep exploring. If they sat around talking about her meltdown, and how stupid it was that she stormed off, and how much it sucked that Robin had to leave them just to go take care of her. “Hey.” Robin taps her foot against Nancy’s beneath the table. When Nancy looks up, she grins. “Pass me the green?”

eyebrow, from a cfdau doc just titled 'extras and futures'

Robin tries—she tries—to be serious, but she can’t bite back her grin. Nancy narrows her eyes, amused and annoyed already, and that’s all the incentive she needs to say, “Is this actually your proposal, Wheeler? Because I know I’m pretty laid back, but I at least expected a ring or something.” “Or something?” Nancy raises an eyebrow and rises on her knees, reaching up to cup Robin’s face and tilt her head up gently. “I can work with or something.” Before Robin can come up with a response—not that she would, not with Nancy looking at her like that—Nancy leans down and kisses her, hard and hot and open. She kisses her until Robin lets out a desperate, breathless whimper, and then she pulls back, a perfect, smug little smirk on her lips.

friend, also from the untitled nancy ptsd thing

“Thanks,” she says at the end of the day, when they’re parting ways at Nancy’s front door. At Nancy’s questioning look, she smiles at her, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. Nancy stares at that smile, wondering yet again how she can manage it after everything. Monsters and murderers and spending the day with a girl who doesn’t even know how to hang out with a friend anymore. But she smiles anyway, and Nancy knows her well enough to know that it’s as genuine and natural as the rest of her. “I’m really glad you invited me over. We should hang out again soon, okay?” Nancy nods. She realizes she’s still staring at her smile and looks up at her eyes instead. “Okay,” she whispers.

I'm tagging @smileweakandwrong and @lesbianlotties and you, if you so wish

Your words are glass, remain, unlikely, loyal, and wrong.

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[ficnation]

Chapter 5: The Quarry

Series: Way Down We Go || Season 1 Word count: 2,8k+ Pairing: Rick Grimes x Female! Reader; Shane Walsh x Reader; Daryl Dixon x Sister! Reader Warnings: usual twd themes A/n: I’m sorry that this one is shorter. It’s kinda a filler chapter just so I can set the scene and get back into this series. I still hope you enjoy it! <3 If you’re not on the taglist but you’d like to be added let me know!

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 || 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 

It all happened so quickly that you could barely remember how you found yourself lying in the back of the pickup truck, pressing down on the gnarly wound on your side with all the force left in you. The blood kept running down your body, seeping into the seat and leaving a nasty stain that’ll probably stay there, forgotten for the rest of your days.

“Ya ain’t bleedin’ out in my car, Baby,” Daryl declared confidently, but his voice reached your ears, muffled by the constant ringing in your head.

You felt lightheaded and could barely think—speaking wasn’t even an option. You let out a quiet grunt in response, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head when the car swayed and bumped on the uneven road. The pain was unbearable, the worst one you’ve ever experienced in your life, but to be fair, you’ve never before been impaled by an arrow. Just the thought of it made the situation you found yourself in just a few hours ago play back in your head.

You could hear the groans of the undead again. You could feel the air thickening and the persistent pulsing of adrenaline in your veins. And when the infected surrounded you, the forest became their playground—a dangerous maze for your group of three.

Daryl ran over to you, grabbed Merle under his other arm, and helped you drag him forward while the latter yelled over and over again how you were all fucked and dead already. His words only made you clench your teeth, tears blurring your vision while you hauled him forward as fast as you could.

You remembered how at some point, you were too tired to get going, so Daryl took all of Merle’s weight onto himself, telling you to get your rifle off your back and shoot. You quickly realized that there were too many of them and the car you left behind was your best shot at escaping.

While you put yourself together and killed off a few stragglers that got too close, Daryl doubled back toward the camp without a word, and you followed in his steps, watching his back.

Going back to the clearing only seemed to worsen your situation. You found yourself stuck between two groups of infected in the middle of the night.

The last thing you remembered was wrestling on the ground with one of those creatures and Daryl getting pushed by another one of them just when he released an arrow to take out the creeper that was trying to rip you apart. The arrowhead pierced through your side at a weird angle but didn’t go all the way through.

You had no other choice, no weapons left. With one hand holding the straggler by the neck at arm’s distance, your other one encircled the arrow in a tight grip, and you pulled it out with a scream. The undead trashed around when it smelled the blood, lowering its jaw toward your stomach. You took the chance and yanked its head back, stabbing the sharp point through its eye with the last drop of your power before everything went black.

“How long has she been like tha’?”

You clenched your eyes shut tighter at the familiar drawl. Your head throbbed painfully, and you were afraid if you opened them, you’d not only have to deal with your asshole brothers but also with the blaring sun that warmed your skin. God, you felt like dying would be less painful and much easier than what you were currently going through.

“Doesn’t matter. She ain’t dead.” You recognized Daryl’s annoyed mumbling.

“I wish I were,” you responded with a raspy voice. You decided to rip the bandaid off, so you opened your eyes wide, wincing from the sudden brightness. “Where are we?”

You blinked fast, trying to get used to the light before you let your eyes wander around the pickup. Daryl was still behind the wheel while your older brother sat in the passenger seat with his boots propped on the dashboard and one arm lazily hanging out of the window.

“Doubled back to Atlanta,” the archer answered, keeping his eyes on the road. “Heard on the radio, they’ve some kind of a shelter there.”

You tried to sit up and look through the window to get an idea of how far you already got, but it only resulted in a painful hiss before you slid down onto your back. It hurt just enough to make you forget about trying again. You lifted up your bloody shirt to assess the damage. The wound on your side was bandaged up now, but you could still see a large splotch of dried blood on it. It must’ve been a while since it was dressed.

“Did you cauterize it?” you asked curiously, your fingernails scratching the flaking blood off your skin but nowhere close enough to the wound for it to make you wince in pain. You’d have to take a long bath in a river to scrub it all off.

“Did we?” Merle looked around the car, surprised by your question.

“Ya didn’t do shit. I cauterized it,” Daryl growled out, rolling his eyes. He glanced in the rearview mirror at you. “Ya were passed out, most likely didn’t feel a thing.”

You nodded gratefully at him. “So…” you drew out, looking curiously between your brothers, “What’s the plan? Last time we doubled back somewhere, it bit us in the ass.”

“We don’ need no plan. We’ve survived without one long enough,” Merle protested, his voice booming.

You rolled your eyes when he gesticulated wildly, almost smacking Daryl in the face. Your younger brother eyed him like he’s lost his mind. How did this guy avoid the massive hangover after the stunt he pulled in the woods? He seemed to be the luckiest of you three, coming out of any situation without a scratch while fate kicked your own ass mercilessly.

“Not sure.” Daryl pulled his bottom lip between his teeth—one of the many nervous habits of his. When you were younger, you used to smack the back of his head when he did that, making him chomp down on it and groan in pain. It always worked. “We’ll see when we’re there. Maybe—”

“Last time I was in the city, it didn’t seem safe. The streets were swarmed with cars and those things,” you butted in before he could finish the next sentence.

It was the truth, but the bigger reason for your resistance had little to do with the undead and blocked streets. You didn’t care if the shelter existed or not. Atlanta was your prison. A prison that you broke out of, and you desperately clung to any reason not to go back there. You took a deep trembly breath, slumping against the seat further when you let it out. You weren’t brave enough to protest more, but you were sure as hell ready to do anything to avoid stepping foot in Atlanta.

The drive to your destination was unnecessarily long and tiring. You spent most of it lying across the backseats, trying to fall asleep, but the constant swaying of the vehicle only made you more aware of the wound on your side. You gave up with an annoyed snarl, making Daryl look back at you in worry.

For the rest of the ride, you busied yourself with trying to stay still. It was a task that turned out to be more difficult than you expected. Your mind was running a thousand miles per hour, and you could do nothing to stop it. You were far too close to the city for your comfort.

Daryl slowed down the car when you reached the blocked main road to Atlanta. Merle stuck his head out the passenger’s window and whistled slowly, almost amazed.

“Ain’t no way we’re gonna squeeze through,” he remarked.

“How much gas? Maybe it’s not too late to find a safer place to stay the night,” you butted in, hope already stirring in your head. You wanted to be as far as possible from this damned city.

Daryl glanced up at the gauge, squinting in the evening sun. “Not enough to go on a road trip now. Tank is almost empty.”

A heavy silence fell over the three of you as you tried to figure out the best solution. You didn’t have many options to choose from. If you tried to push through, you’d have to abandon the car, and there was no way your injury would let you take more than ten steps by yourself—and ten was already pushing it.

Daryl shifted his shoulders and looked out into the distance. He sighed and scratched the stubble on his cheek thoughtfully. Then, after another few seconds of contemplation, he turned around toward you.

“Ain’t no way yer gonna walk by yourself?” Merle interjected, firmly inserting themselves into the conversation.

“No fucking chance.” You snorted, shrugging your arms hopelessly. “I can’t even sit up.”

Daryl nodded, then glanced back towards his brother. Merle seemed lost in thought, leaning against the truck’s door handle. He shrugged as well, seemingly indifferent to the situation. That was helpful; if he didn’t open his mouth, you had a better chance at convincing Daryl to turn back.

“Well, what do ya think we should do then?” The archer asked, sighing deeply. He had too many backup plans to decide which one would benefit you all or at least give you a chance to survive.

You considered your options carefully. Option one was to abandon the car and try to hitchhike to Atlanta, hoping that you wouldn’t bump into a horde along the way. The second option was to find gas and get back on the road to find some kind of refugee shelter. And the last one was to find a peaceful place nearby where you could get some sleep, eat something and then decide what to do in the following days.

You paused for a moment before answering, choosing your words and the tone of your voice carefully. “Let’s look for a safe place nearby, okay? Then tomorrow, we’ll decide what to do next and see if we can pick up some gas from those cars.”

“Works for me. I’m fuckin’ exhausted,” your older brother agreed, stretching out his legs and kicking them up on the dashboard. He groaned in relief, slumping down against the seat. Merle’s mere existence was giving you a headache.

You didn’t think your younger brother would agree with you from the jump. Damn, you wouldn’t blame him for being skeptical. Your gaze landed on his face, trying to decipher the emotion he was hiding behind those Dixon blue eyes. His eyes remained narrowed in deep thought. You could almost see the whirlwind spinning in his head.

“Aight... Let’s drive,” Daryl murmured finally, turning the ignition on again. He eased forward, pulling the car in reverse before he began driving off into one of the side roads.

This time you’ve won. You exhaled in relief, letting your head fall back against the seat.

As soon as the car came to a complete stop, Merle unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out onto the dirt. You sat up carefully, moving as slowly as possible. You looked out at the sprawling landscape of the quarry, the lake in the middle surrounded by large stones and trees from every side. It could be a good place to stay for a while.

Daryl hopped out of the driver’s seat to open the back door and help you out of the car. Once you were on your feet, you took in the marvelous view. The water shimmered in the evening sun, creating a sparkling effect on the lake’s surface. It was so peaceful, almost like the end of the world you once knew had never happened.

Daryl walked ahead, scoping the area for any potential threats. Merle stayed with you. He leaned against the side of the vehicle, looking around curiously as he whistled a tune under his nose. Your eyes were wide open, keeping a lookout for anyone or anything that could be lurking nearby. You wanted to trust this place so badly, but the world was now too dangerous to be ignorant.

When Daryl finished his stroll, the two of you huddled together near the water, unsure of what to do next. You cautiously lowered yourself onto one of the sizable boulders surrounding the lake, the wound on your side not letting you forget about it even for a second. It was a constant reminder that you were not safe, no matter the serene and peaceful scenery around you.

You wondered whether staying here would be a mistake, but the exhaustion and pain from your previous ordeal left you with little choice. You knew you all needed to rest.

Merle, however, seemed to have other plans. He kept his distance by leaning against the car with a stubborn expression on his face. “If you ask me,” he said loud enough for the two of you to hear him, “we should keep movin’.”

“Yeah, and get attacked by the undead and die?” you chimed in, not quite ready to argue with Merle but having already grown tired of his negativity. He had no right to dictate what was safe and what wasn’t; he let a group of the infected stumble into your camp just because he was drugged out of his mind. You and Daryl could’ve paid with your lives for his slip-up.

“We had a plan,” the man grumbled before Daryl interrupted him.

“She ain’t wrong, Merle. Stayin’ here is the safest of our options right now,” he agreed. Your older brother huffed, seeming unhappy with the decision. God, you wanted to punch him again so badly.

“Man, I don’t get you. You agreed with me when you saw the blocked road. What changed?” you asked, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. You quickly regretted it when the wound on your side throbbed painfully, making you gasp. Daryl looked at you concerned, but you waved him off wordlessly, your hand reaching to hover over the injury.

“I changed mah mind, so wha’?” Merle responded, folding his arms defiantly across his chest. You were quick to join him, crossing your own arms in an act of defiance as if that made you a true member of the Dixon brothers’ little gang.

“It’s close to the water and far away from any roads,” you argued, trying to make him see reason. “We won’t find a better place anywhere nearby.”

“Yeah, this is jus’ a small-ass quarry. We need a real camp and some damn food.” Merle still wasn’t giving up, sounding increasingly annoyed.

You snorted at his words. “Food won’t magically appear out of thin air.”

“We don’t have enough gas to keep drivin’ back an’ forth,” Daryl reminded him.

You stayed silent, letting your brothers deal with the situation. Your body desperately needed sleep, and your mind wanted nothing more than to escape the chaos of your environment. You just wanted some rest, no matter the location.

Merle scoffed, shaking his head. “I know that I ain’t stupid. Jus’ let’s go find a better place, ’kay?”

The archer rolled his eyes at his brother’s persistence. “What if this is the best we can find?” Daryl raised an eyebrow. He glanced around, surveying the surrounding landscape and trying to find the flaws that his older brother saw in it.

“What if it ain’t?” Merle crossed his arms, glaring at him. He then looked at you, searching for support and finding none. You decided to join the fight now.

“We’re not taking any fucking risks today. I didn’t live through this,” you spoke up suddenly, pointing your finger at the wound on your side, “just to die tonight because the gas ran out, and we still had no place to stay. No fucking way.”

Both brothers were surprised by your outburst—you even surprised yourself. They raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if you’ll continue your angry speech.

Merle perked up, ready to fight your words, he opened his mouth to counterattack, but Daryl cut him off before he could say a word.

“Can ya, for a change, shut up? Yer annoyin’ me,” he snapped at the older man.

Merle’s scowl grew as he figured out he was outnumbered and wasn’t changing your mind anytime soon. Yet, he refused to back off, wanting to have the last word. He got in Daryl’s face and sneered at him.

“I’m tired of yer attitude, Darylina. I told ya we just need to find a better place.”

“We ain’t goin’ anywhere.” Your younger brother held his ground, and you had to admit you admired him for it. You’d have probably faltered if Merle did that to you.

“Fine. Just know, if anythin’ happens, it’s on ya,” the older man grumbled before he stepped back from Daryl and jumped into the car, slamming the door behind himself.

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[alyswritings]

Fights and Thunderstorms

Request: can you do one where Yn holland ends up having a big fight with one of the brothers and ends up with them crying. So the others decide to come up with a plan for them to settle down?

Holland Brothers x sister!reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N get into a big fight.

Warnings: fighting, hurtful words are said, swear words,

a/n: thank you for the request! sorry it took a bit to get out! i'm not really sure how much i like this one but here y'all go 😅 hope you enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Neither Tom nor Y/N even remember exactly when the fight started. One minute they were fine and the next they were at each other's throats.

"God, you are so insufferable!" Y/N screams.

"I'm insufferable?! No. No! You're insufferable! You're the one being all hormonal and shit!" Tom shouts.

"You're blaming this on my hormones?!" Y/N asks.

"Yes!"

The two continue to scream at each other, Sam soon storming in from the kitchen, Harry and Paddy also running in.

"All right, enough!" Sam hollers, shutting the oldest and second youngest Hollands up. "God, you've been fighting for, like, an hour. Get over it."

"I'll get over it when she gets over it." Tom says.

"Mature." Y/N rolls her eyes.

Tom starts yelling, Y/N quickly matching the volume, the fight breaking back out. The three other siblings sigh, sharing clueless looks as what to do.

"God, you are just so fucking annoying!" Y/N screams.

"At least I'm not getting pouty because I got told no!" Tom retorts.

"I did not get pouty!" Y/N protests, earning an eye roll from the eldest.

"You are such a bitch. You know, you are so spoiled and lazy! You just expect everybody to do everything for you! And you need to get told yes all the bloody time! It's so annoying! You never do anything helpful!"

Tom is now in her face, slightly towering over her due to her shorter height.

"How would you know? You're never fucking home! You're always off playing movie star and getting everything you want without even having to ask! Even when you are home, you barely spend any time with me! You go out with the twins an-and Paddy and mum and dad, your stupid friends! You barely get five minutes with me!"

"God, that is such bullshit!"

"Yeah, well, you're a shit brother!"

"Guys--" Harry tries to interject.

"Well, I never wanted a sister anyway! You're just a waste of space!" Tom bellows.

"Tom!" Sam yells, glaring at his brother. Both Tom and Y/N have tears in their eyes at this point, glaring at each other. Y/N's not sure if the tears are from hurt or from anger. In her case, she's pretty sure it's both.

Y/N harshly slaps him across the face. Tom glares at her and goes to charge at her, but Harry and Paddy manage to hold him back. Y/N storms in his direction, but Sam holds her back, his arm wrapping around her waist.

"Hey, hey." Sam starts dragging Y/N off. "We're gonna go upstairs, yeah?"

"No! I'm gonna fucking kill him!" Y/N screams.

"No, you're not. Go." Sam says, dragging his sister up the stairs.

Tom starts fighting against his brothers' hold, shoving them away.

"Fuck off." He tells them, storming outside, slamming the door behind him.

"Well, that was eventful." Paddy pants.

"Shut up, Pads." Harry sighs.

- - -

The twins and Paddy are in the kitchen. Tom is still in the backyard and Y/N is in her room.

"We have to get them to make up somehow." Paddy says.

"How?" Harry asks.

"We could, uh... we could just wait for mum and dad to get home?" Sam suggests.

"They're out of town all weekend. You wanna deal with 'em that long?" Harry asks.

"I got an idea!" Paddy grins.

- - -

Y/N is sitting in bed, scrolling on her phones, her eyes now dry of tears, dried tear stains on her cheeks. Her door opens and she turns to see Sam walk in.

"What?" Y/N grumbles.

"You and Tom need to make up eventually." Sam says.

"Yeah... eventually." Y/N says.

"Don't hate us too much." Sam says.

"What?" She asks, confused. "What do you--" She watches Tom get shoved in by the twins. Paddy quickly shuts the door and locks it.

"Let me out!" Tom slams his palm against the door.

"Guys?" Y/N calls, getting up and going to the door. She tries to open it, but the knob refuses to move. "Let us out!"

"not until you make up!" Sam yells through the door.

"Samuel, I swear to God!" Y/N practically growls.

"I'm gonna kill all three of you!" Tom shouts.

"Paddy's the mastermind!" Harry informs.

"What the fuck, Harry?!" Paddy exclaims.

"Patrick!" Tom and Y/N scream in unison.

"It's for the best! Don't kill each other!" Paddy shouts.

The two hear retreating footsteps and listen to them disappear down the stairs. Y/N and Tom turn to each other with glares. Y/N rolls her eyes, going back to her bed and getting under the covers. She cuddles under her blanket, getting back on her phone, and ignoring Tom's existence.

Tom rolls his eyes and sits at her desk, getting on his own phone.

- - -

A few hours later, the two siblings are still scrolling through their phones, pretending the other isn't there. The door opens, Sam walking in with two plates of food and Harry stands in the doorway.

"You know, you two have to make up eventually." Sam says, putting one plate on the desk and the other on the bed.

"You know, you're not prison guards." Y/N retorts.

"We're not letting you guys leave until you make up." Harry says.

"What if we have to go to the bathroom?" Y/N asks.

"Okay, well, then we'll walk you to the bathroom." Harry says.

"Oh, my God." Tom groans.

"What if we don't make up before mum and dad get home?" Y/N asks.

"Then we'll just... throw Paddy under the bus and they'll make you guys apologize... and we'll leave with two petty siblings, I guess. So get to the guilt part of your arguments, please." Harry says, him and Sam leaving, the door locking behind them.

- - -

"Okay, can we just apologize and get this over with?" Tom asks. It's the middle of the night and both of them are still awake. Y/N has New Girl on.

"You can start." Y/N says.

"Why do I have to start?" Tom complains.

"Your insult was bigger." Y/N says.

"What?" Tom asks.

"I just went after your brother status. You're the one who targeted my whole existence. And you deserved that slap." Y/N bites.

"Y/N, I..." Tom starts.

"Don't apologize until you mean it." Y/N tells him.

- - -

Y/N is asleep, nestled comfortably under her covers. Tom is asleep on the floor with a spare pillow that he stole after Y/N fell asleep and a blanket he found in her closet.

Y/N is startled awake by a loud crack of thunder. She shoots up, looking around, watching lightning flash outside the window. Y/N lets a quiet whine out, burying herself beneath her covers. Ever since she was a baby, she's hated storms. She'd always go to one of her older brothers or parents when they occurred.

But now, she only has access to one brother. And it's the one she doesn't want and she's sure he doesn't want her. Y/N sighs, tightly holding onto the blanket, flinching with each boom of thunder.

Tom stirs, moving around to get in a more comfortable position. Well, as comfortable as the floor can get. Before he can drift back off to sleep, he hears thunder and listens to the rain. He doesn't care at first, but after a few moments, he remembers Y/N's fear.

Tom sits up, looking over to the bed and is just barely able to make out Y/N's form curled up in a ball. Tom quietly gets up, being careful in case she's still asleep and hasn't been woken up from the storm.

Tom peers over her shoulder, seeing her eyes squeezed shut and he hears her sniffle.

"Hey." Tom whispers, putting his hand on her shoulder. Y/N opens her eyes, turning to look at him and he notices the tears in her eyes. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe." He whispers reassuringly while running his hand through her hair.

"You want me to sleep in your bed?" Tom offers. Y/N thinks about it before nodding. "Okay." Tom grabs the pillow he was using before going to the other side of Y/N's bed and setting it down. He gets under the covers, pulling them up to his chin.

"Oh, it's so much warmer under here than on the floor." Tom mumbles gaining an amused smile from Y/N. "Seriously, it's cold down there."

"Good." Y/N teases.

Tom holds his hand out and she holds it, him giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"You know, you're really sweet for a waste of space little sister you never wanted." Y/N says.

"Y/N/N, I... I'm really, really, really sorry. About that and-- and our fight and everything that I said. I didn't... I didn't mean anything. It was heat of the moment and I know that doesn't make anything better, but I'm super super sorry. I love having you as a little sister, you're my favorite little sister. Honestly, a lot of times you're probably my favorite sibling."

"You aren't a waste of space. You are a beautiful, kind, amazing person and you deserve all sorts of happiness in your life. And I do not deserve your forgiveness and I probably deserve a few more slaps." Tom says making Y/N giggle.

"I'm really sorry, too. I shouldn't... I don't know what made the fight turn into that and... and I shouldn't have said anything either. You're not a shit brother. You're usually my favorite brother, actually. And I know what I said was heat of the moment too and that doesn't make anything better. But I'm also sorry. And with the slap--"

"No. No. Do not apologize for that. I deserved it." Tom says.

"Well, I'm sorry for leaving a bruise." Y/N says.

"Least we know you can pack a punch." Tom smirks in amusement, Y/N lightly rolling her eyes.

"You deserve all sorts of happiness too." Y/N tells him. "Just an FYI."

"Thanks." Tom gently smiles. "Well, I accept your apology."

"I forgive you, too." Y/N says.

Another boom of thunder is heard, Y/N lightly flinching.

"Come here." Tom whispers. She scoots closer to him and cuddles into his chest, his arms wrapping around her. Tom messes with the ends of her hair, Y/N burying her face in his hoodie to block out the lightning.

"I love you... a lot. Like a very great amount." Tom says.

"I love you, too." Y/N mumbles, already falling back asleep.

- - -

Sam quietly opens the door to Y/N's room, him and the other two finding Tom and Y/N asleep on the bed.

"Oh, they definitely made up. If she was still mad, his ass would be on the floor." Harry states.

"Thank God." Sam sighs in relief.

"We should probably, like... you know, hide or something, right? Once they wake up, they're gonna kill us." Paddy says.

"We could just keep 'em locked in." Harry suggests.

"Yeah. You know, delay our deaths. Until mum and dad get home at least." Sam says.

"Or until one of them breaks the door down." Paddy adds.

"Why don't the three of us just go stay at friends'? Or get a hotel?" Sam asks.

"I like that. That's good." Paddy nods.

"Yeah, we're outta here." Harry agrees.

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[thychesters]

ok backlog of thoughts on the one piece arcs i did not think to liveblog! putting a bunch under a read more because this got long and i don’t want to make a ton of separate posts for retroactive takes.

- luffy really just set out to sea with the thought process of “if i die well lmao.” decidedly unlmao, but don’t tell him that. he also immediately decided koby made a perfect punching bag

- the entire exchange with zoro was basically “join my crew!” “no.” “i think you should.” “guess i have absolutely no choice but to join.” and that is now their entire story

- luffy getting anyone to join his crew is basically just that gif that cuts between bryan cranston dancing and pointing at himself. luffy isn’t asking, either. welcome to the crew, you start in an hour.

- also, love this dinghy. two dudes, chilling in a small boat two feet apart because there’s no room. luffy’s having a blast with his two man crew and zoro’s just along for the ride. completely unfazed. gonna work on his tan and nap.

- also, also. they showed it later in the anime but it was the first thing in the manga, but luffy stabbing himself in the face. see, i remember reading the first volume in middle school so i was waiting for that scene. i also had vague memories of other characters like zoro and sanji, so it was nice to see them appear again. not so nice to remember my first introduction to one piece was the 4kids version lmao

- i love makino. this woman is like 20 on the outside but you know after dealing with luffy and shanks & co. she’s gotta be feeling 50 on the inside. i hope she gets to hit someone with a broom at some point. or go on vacation.

- shanks is like the cool uncle you’ll let watch your kid for a few hours, but only because you called another adult to watch shanks. the dude leaves a devil fruit on the bar in plain view of a hungry child and goes yep, surely nothing will come of this. of course he fuckin’ ate it. freaked out for a minute and went damn, well what can you do lol this is inconvenient

- these bandits coming into the bar and giving shanks shit, only to have luffy give the leader shit back and the guy decides well! guess i, a grown man, have no choice but to beat up a child.

(karma said lmao)

- nami showed up and said she’ll fuck luffy’s shit up if she has to. and then she did. good for her.

- i think the introduction of buggy was the first time i really went oh, so we’re weird weird here, huh. i mean, with a name like “buggy the clown” being taken seriously that’s when it clicked. AND THEN HE STABS THE STRAW HAT? sir you’ve crossed a line. luffy’s gonna chop chop your head clean off and drop it in the ocean.

- when i got to the syrup village/kuro arc i was like damn, how long is this battle. oh you fool, you pathetic fool. you knew nothing.

- jango got sent after some kids to go kill them and like. not for nothing but if i had a nickel for every time someone went after a kid in this show ...

- ok but when kuro was doing his whoosh whoosh invisible move or whatever the hell it was, why didn’t someone just get out a stick and trip him. fight’s a lot shorter then.

- zoro’s backstory thus far is just here’s his friend! and now she’s dead! he has no friends but he has a dream! he + the others need therapists.

- see when we got to sanji i knew him!! i remembered this man. 4kids also gave him lollipops instead of cigarettes. lolly suckin’ loser. love zeff too. between the anime and manga i’m not sure which canon i want to lean into more: him severing his foot to save sanji, or him eating it.

- mihawk fight!! the way luffy SCREAMED when zoro nearly got slashed in half and the weight behind “i will never be defeated again. YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT, KING OF THE PIRATES?!” ohhh these two boys in a dinghy. there are a lot of promises being passed back and forth.

- the don krieg fight! idk that guy was just annoying. not much else to say about that aside being glad when it was over. also hilarious how for each of these fights everyone took their turns. like no, no, like mihawk and zoro fight, and then we’ll go next. and meanwhile those not involved are just pivoting to watch each fight.

- i feel so bad for baby sanji. i still want to study the grown man like a bug, but that baby has been through a lot. (hey, so, does this show hate kids or something.)

- arlong park! ok this was the first arc that really shows how deep the story can get, i think, or at least the first glimpse into it. this was more than “i took over this town to get some money.” this was using a young child to get something he wanted and her using him in return. and she had to work for the man who murdered her mother! who he shot right in front of her and then laughed and dragged her away!

- zoro beat up a bunch of fishmen because he got BORED. luffy told him to wait and “what do you do while i’m gone?” “wait for you to get back” except there are bodies everywhere

- NAMI STABBED HERSELF IN THE ARM SO MANY TIMES how does she not have serious muscle pain after that? AND THEN LUFFY GIVES HER HIS HAT. that’s the first time we’ve seen that one. oh my god

- also zoro is still heavily wounded from his fight with mihawk, arlong rips his bandages off and even he’s shocked he’s alive, nami and the others are horrified, and then luffy just fuckin’ tosses him into the ocean

- luffy’s secret move in a boss battle is just to piss them off. what’s the difference between their species? idk, noses? he’s going to break arlong’s. AND HE DID.

- luffy: “huh, maybe we should get a doctor on our crew first instead of a musician.” zoro, getting his innards sewn back in: “why do you say that?”

- he’s so excited about his bounty! good for him. he’s a wanted man.

- i like this smoker dude. seems like an okay guy.

- roronoa “can i borrow money but also jk i got two swords for FREE” zoro who has so much debt his credit score has plummeted. he’s never going to be able to financially recover from this.

- usopp v daddy fight. words i didn’t think i would say and yet.

- only luffy would nearly get executed and treat it as a “WHOOPS LMAOOOO” only to have an act of god save his life.

- the millenial dragons arc. oh my god. why does apis SCREAM LIKE THAT. they spend five episodes going back and forth to two different islands. “is this the right one? oh jk actually it’s the one we just came from.” is this what hell is like

- because sailing UP a mountain into the grand line makes perfect sense

- THE WHISKY PEAK STORY AHHHH the first moment where luffy jumps to conclusions and zoro doesn’t get a chance to explain himself, but also why should he have to? and luffy yells that he’s going to kill him? they’re supposed to trust one another implicitly! since day one! and then luffy punches him in the face and he’s not holding back and neither his zoro

- luffy says “i’m going to beat the shit out of you” and zoro says “go ahead and try” and nami says “WATCH THIS”

- love that vivi’s like don’t say his name too loud! and luffy immediately goes “who, CROCODILE?”

- an island with dinosaurs. because it just makes sense.

and that’s about caught up to where i started blogging during little garden

#kate watches op #one piece #can you believe i only started watching this show because i had the one piece 4kids rap stuck in my head #and now three months later i'm on the skypiea arc #listen you're getting typos whether you like it or not. i breezed through this thing as best i could LMAO #i was gonna plug fic links into where they feel into the given timeline but that felt a little gratuitous #romance dawn #east blue #grand line

[markxmelon]

Parings: bff!YangYang x bff!Y/N

Pronouns: She/Her

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: They’re in high school, mean girl named Dallia, kinda shorter than my other stories, kissing, let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 1k

Should I make a part 2 to this?

"No."

"Y/N PLEASE!"

"No YangYang I'm not going to pretend to be your girlfriend!" Y/n slams her locker and quickly walks away from YangYang. He catches up with her. "Come on! It's a solid plan. Dallia hates you and if she sees that I'm dating you then that'll make her want me." Y/n stops walking and turns to look at her friend of 6 years. "...Are you stupid?! Do you not hear how dumb, sad, and desperate you sound?!" YangYang just looks at her. Y/n sighs. She walks away again but stops when YangYang says, "I'll pay you."

"How much?"

"You decide."

Y/n looks at him once again. "$25 per couple thing you make me do. Nothing less." YangYang immediately agreed. "That's it? Deal!" He held his hand out. Y/n looked at his hand, exhaled, then shook his hand. "We start tomorrow, Love." He smiles then walks off to class. Y/n watches him walk off. "Idiot." She mumbles to herself then walks in the same direction YangYang did.

(YangYang) Dummy💕:

Hey remember that outfit I bought you for your birthday? Wear that.

(Y/N) Ride or Die🌺:

Why?

Read

Y/n rolled her eyes but does what YangYang says.

YangYang patiently waits for y/n by the school gates. He eventually sees her then waves his arms. Y/n notices him and walks in his direction. Halfway there she notices his matching outfit and turns to walk the other direction. YangYang runs to her and grabs her arm. "Wrong way love." He smiles. "No. This is too much. I refuse." Y/n protest. YangYang digs in his pocket and pulls out $25. Y/n looks at the money then at YangYang then at the money again. She exhales and takes the money. "Let's get to class...boyfriend." She cringes. "Come on I'm not that bad!" Y/n just grabs YangYang's hand and dragged him to the school doors.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

YangYang opens the school doors and the two walked in hand in hand. Quicker than expected, people looked at the "couple" and began to murmur. Y/n grips YangYang's hand due to nervousness. He lightly squeezes her hand back in reassurance. With YangYang's popularity and y/n's beef with the school's queen, it didn't take too long for the word to spread. It only took till their lunch period for YangYang's crush - and the most annoying person y/n has ever met - to confront them.

YangYang was feeding, the now $50 rich, y/n, a lunch his mom helped him make, when they noticed her walking to them. "YangYang?" The girl asks, pretending that she didn't know that was him. YangYang smiles sweetly at her while y/n rolls her eyes. "Oh hey Dallia!" "Hey...so what's going on here?" Dallia says gesturing to the food. "We're eating lunch. You got a problem with that?" Y/n responds. Dallia glares slightly at her, "Well it looks like something more than that. I heard you guys are dating." YangYang nods and kisses y/n's cheek. Y/n takes a mental note of this so she can get her money later. "So how did this happen?" Dallia asks with a fake smile. YangYang tensed up at the question. How did he not think of that?

Y/n speaks up, "It all started last week. Actually right after you poured that expired milk on me during lunch. YangYang took me home and stayed a night to comfort me. It was the first time he did that in a while. It made me fall for him just like I did when we first met...I guess he felt the same because he asked me to be his girlfriend yesterday and I, of course, gladly accepted." She grabs YangYang's hand and smiles at him. He smiles back. He remembers comforting her that day, but everything else was new to him. Dallia clears her throat to get their attention, "I don't believe it."

Y/n stares her down. YangYang asks her, "Why don't you believe us?" "Because YangYang you never even showed interest in y/n. Plus you can do way better than her." Dallia then proceeds to slide her index finger down YangYang's jaw line, "You can have me." YangYang just stares at her. Y/n rolls her eyes for the 1,000th time. She knew he would hate her for this, but she smacks Dallia's hand off of YangYang’s face, "Don't touch my boyfriend." YangYang snaps his head towards y/n. He's upset but he knows why she did it. Gotta make it more believable.

"He's not your boyfriend! I don't believe it! I won't ever believe it!" Dallia yells, causing the whole cafeteria to look at over at them. "I honestly don't care, so can you leave? I wanna eat and the more I look at you, the more I'm losing my appetite." Y/n says. YangYang gives her hand a warning squeeze. "I won't leave until you prove it! And you can prove it by...by..." Dallia sits in silence for a few seconds before a devilish grin grows on her face. "Prove it by kissing each other." "What? How old are you?" Y/n responds. "We don't need to prove ourselves to you." YangYang adds. "Well if you guys were together then it wouldn't matter if I wanted you to kiss. You guys would just do it to make me leave you alone!" "Dallia plea-" YangYang was going to fight back but y/n grabbed his face. "Y/n?" His eyes widen. She mumbles quietly, "You owe me." Then she kisses him. YangYang was in complete shock. So was everyone who was watching everything happen. When he snapped back to reality, he kissed her back.

"Okay I get it! You too can stop now! Stop it!" Dallia commanded. Y/n pulled away from YangYang, looked at Dallia, and simply said, "No," then kissed him once again. Dallia stomps off. When y/n sees that Dallia left the cafeteria, she pulls away from YangYang. They looked deeply in each other's eyes. Y/n grabbed both of his hands in her's.

"That'll be $75."

"What?!"

#kpop imagines #kpop x reader #kpop #nct yangyang #nct x reader #wayv #wayv yangyang #nct #yangyang #yangyang x y/n #yangyang x reader #wayv x y/n #wayv x reader #liu yangyang #yoo yangyang

[butterflydm]

wot reread: crossroads of twilight (chap 10 - chap 20)

spoilers through crossroads of twilight

1. Oh thank goodness, it’s Elayne. Please do something to save this narrative, Elayne. I’ve been so bored and infuriated during the last few sections. Elayne hasn’t been sleeping well. It sounds like it’s been a week or two since our last PoV chapter with Elayne, so she is a month pregnant at most (and likely only two weeks). I am going to be keeping a firm eye out for people being controlling with her on this pregnancy.

2. She’s visiting various Houses that are bound to House Trakand by blood or oath, to drum up support. The maid who was helping her dress lets out a shriek and tells Elayne that she saw a ghost -- she saw a figure of the dead Lady Nelein, who had a terrible temper that she liked to take out on the people around her. Elayne reassures her that the dead can’t harm the living.

3. Aviendha goes with her on these trips to other houses, but they can’t share a room/bed on these trips because the lords and ladies don’t understand about their relationship and think they’re implying something bad about the hospitality on offer. 💕 at the reminder that Aviendha and Elayne share a bed whenever possible.

4. Alas, Elayne thinks that Aviendha is “even taller” than she is but doesn’t give us the actual height difference. We know that Aviendha and Mat are both “a head shorter” than Rand, but we don’t know exactly how much shorter Elayne is than the two of them. I want the details, Elayne! lol. It does sound like maybe it isn’t too much of a height difference. It is confirmed that Aviendha’s a year older than Elayne (we might have already known).

5. We are reminded of Min’s Loose Lips here, when Elayne tells us that Min was telling the entire palace that Elayne was off getting pregnant while the act was still taking place (since we know Min & Rand bounced right after). Yet somehow did not also blurt out that Elayne is having twins? Though I guess I’m happy about that because it means that Elayne gets to find out on her own, when she’s checking in on her health, and not through the palace grapevine because Min doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut.

6. But, yeah, literally every one of the “she’s barely pregnant, stop acting like she could pop at any moment!” annoyances can be laid directly at Min’s feet. I do not understand why Jordan decided to make Min a character who literally can ONLY keep secrets from the man we’re told that she’s in love with but must immediately spill everything to literally any stranger on the street (or palace hallway, as it were). It really does show the lie to Min’s persistent claim that she Hates Sharing Viewings, especially if it’s not to the person that the viewing is about, because she shared Elayne’s viewing with TONS of non-Elayne people but not with Elayne personally. Min is just as self-deceiving as most of the other characters, despite not having a reputation for it (Perrin and Min both lie to themselves about their character just as much as Mat does -- Perrin believes that he isn’t hasty and doesn’t have a temper; Min believes that she doesn’t like to share viewings and that she isn’t one of those women that she hates who throws away her brains for the sake of a man).

7. Though, speaking of that, Min really must have been telling a lot of viewings in Caemlyn for everyone to just straight-up believe her when she was all “lol queen-to-be is out getting impregnated RIGHT THIS MOMENT omg” and not attribute it to a drunk girl talking out of her ass (oh and that’s the narrative’s excuse for why she hasn’t told Rand, I guess; she’s Too Drunk To Remember, even though she had not been drinking yet). Amazing how Min can continue to annoy me in scenes where she isn’t even present lol. okay, another random confusion: why are people wondering who the potential father is? Elayne closested herself in her room with Illusion!Rand, so why wouldn’t she just make it clear that the dude Rand was pretending to be was the dad-to-be? She was in there with him for a night and a day, all while Min was telling everyone and their sister that she was getting herself pregnant. There was no need to pretend that baby-daddy was potentially Mellar? And just, in general, this whole thing where “every woman she knew believed that pregnancy made her brainless”. WHY? Seriously, makes no sense.

8. Thinking about the baby does make her think about Rand, and we get a little thought about her checking in on the bond -- he’s far to the west, far enough away that she can only truly say that he’s alive, though she believes that she would know if he were badly hurt. “He was going to die on her all too soon -- men who could channel always died of it -- but she wanted so very much to keep him alive as long as possible”. And Aviendha can literally tell in a glance that Elayne is thinking about Rand and immediately reassures her that he’s well.

9. We once again, here, very much get the whole Elayne/Rand/Aviendha vibe... and, oh yeah, there’s Min too. It really does feel like someone (whether it be Jordan or someone else, but I kinda lean in Jordan’s direction because it doesn’t... really feel like these recent books of the series were strongly edited lol) was just too nervous to actually go Full Poly, so Elayne and Aviendha are allowed to talk freely about loving Rand together and sharing him perhaps BECAUSE they aren’t physically with him, but in the actual narrative space, we spend all our time with Rand with him playacting at being married to Min, with barely any mention of the fact that he’s also in love with Elayne and Aviendha. This is, haha, not to beat my #PutMatInThePolycule drum again, but this is another place where Mat would have made everything feel so much more poly than Min does, because he was strongly attracted to Elayne, somewhat attracted to Aviendha, and had a deep emotional connection with Rand. Whereas Min’s connections to Elayne and especially Aviendha are just so much more flimsy. She’s literally “oh, and Min too”  to Elayne and I don’t think Aviendha ever thinks about her at all lol. Aviendha adores Rand and Elayne and tolerates Min. But we know that Aviendha respects Mat and also thinks he’s funny. Aw, Elayne: “She loved Aviendha every bit as much as she did Rand.” 💕

10. “A ruler, or one who sought to rule, was not allowed the slightest suggestion of weakness or tears, not in public”. Again goes back to Rand’s storyline, right? Except the big difference is that Elayne is allowed (by the narrative) to let her guard down in private around Aviendha, while Rand doesn’t even let his guard down around Min. Elayne would be able to teach Rand so many HEALTHY ways to bear the burden of leadership. Unfortunately, I think that’s precisely why she isn’t allowed to spend time with Rand, and why Rand only spends time with his one love interest who isn’t at all helpful this way: because Jordan is writing a downward spiral and didn’t know how to do that without isolating Rand away from everyone who was capable of helping and supporting him. So many people love Rand and want to help him and actually have tools that COULD help him, but Jordan doesn’t allow any of those people to spend time with Rand, instead forcing him to spend his time around people who either bully him or who allow and encourage others to bully him (literally EVERYONE with Rand in Far Madding was constantly telling him to just give in and give Cadsuane whatever she wants).

11. I enjoy hearing about the political interplay of Andor -- it is more delicate than the Game of Houses in Cairhien or the White Tower, in a lot of ways, but also more straight-forward in other ways. Elayne using people’s sexism against them in how she uses the Queen’s Guard is clever but, wow, the basic premise really makes no sense in Randland. Women with weapons SHOULDN’T be routinely underestimated in this world. But since they are, I’m glad Elayne is taking advantage of it.

12. Aviendha (carefully and quietly) asks Elayne what the point of going around to these manors is, when all of the lords have already set out with their soldiers and Elayne is basically just gathering up some young men who were considered too young before, and Elayne explains about the importance of her being visibly out and among the people to make her claim. She needs to have Andor behind her as a single strong unit as quickly as possible because the Last Battle is coming. Eyes on the prize, like I said. Elayne hasn’t forgotten or dismissed what matters. SHE hasn’t abandoned her duty to chase after some romantic interest. She has neither faltered nor strayed. She is doing her duty even when it breaks her heart and I respect her so much for it. Very “ I could not love thee (Dear) so much, Lov’d I not Honour more.” (To Lucasta, Going to the Wars by Richard Lovelace) I love characters like this so much. This is also essentially the angle that Rafe took with Siuan and Moiraine in the show, so I have Hopes that we will get to see this aspect of Rand & Elayne focused on as well, since we know he likes that vibe in a relationship.

13. Then Aviendha makes Elayne blush with a compliment, which Elayne desperately tries to blame on pregnancy hormones or on Rand lol. These two are so sweet together. I’m glad that I have one ship that’s actually good together on screen right now, because Perrin-Faile, Mat-Tuon, and Rand-Min all annoy me, for their own individual reasons.

14. Elayne is very aware that Andor has enemies on either side -- the Shadow to the north and the Seanchan to the south. Then she feels the blazing beacon of enormous amounts of saidar being used and is terrified for Rand, of course, since he inexplicably did NOT tell his other two loves about planning to go and cleanse saidin. But it means that we actively get to see her struggle heart vs duty, which I do love to see. She wants desperately to go to him, to try to help him. But Aviendha reminds her of her duty; that she and Rand have separate duties that they must each fulfill and that going to Rand now might very well put him in more danger by distracting him.

15. “Every woman in the world who could channel must be able to sense this”. Wow, that IS really strong. haha imagine every damane and sul’dam in Seanchan going into a panic at the same time over feeling this incredibly distant and incredibly powerful burst of saidar!

16. But yes, I do love how Elayne and Aviendha support and reassure each other and basically get to be each other’s pillars of strength. It’s such a healthy relationship, in contrast with pretty much every m/f relationship in the series. Maybe it only gets to be healthy because it’s a romantic friendship, rather than an explicit romance. If Jordan were actively trying to write a romance, I wonder if we would have gotten one of them being violent towards the other one, since he seemed to associate violence with romance so strongly.

17. How Aviendha describes the experience of the silver rings -- seeing every possible version of your life and only having a few images and thoughts survive the experience -- really does feel like it conflicts with Min’s general “no way to stop or change it” style of viewings. CAN the future be changed or can’t it? Or do Min’s viewings ‘lock’ the future into place somehow when the future would have been more fluid before she had a viewing? It’s interesting because we know that Rand views the Prophecies of the Dragon as, essentially, the road map to defeating the Dark One -- as necessary to do for that goal but not sufficient in itself -- but just because that’s Rand’s view of things, does that mean it’s accurate?

18. Elayne returns to Caemlyn and doesn’t sense any women currently channeling in the palace, even though there are 150 women capable of channeling present. Thank you for some firm numbers, Elayne. She thinks that it’s almost certainly because of that enormous beacon of saidar out to the West. “She felt like an ant that had just become aware of mountains”.

19. So, the thing is, people give Elayne guff about her trusting Min’s viewings enough not to worry overmuch about her personal safety, but Rand also trusts Min’s viewings way too much and puts himself in dangerous or unhealthy situations because of her viewings, and I don’t see nearly as much criticism about that (in places other than tumblr; I’ve seen more of it here). Min’s viewings are a plot coupon and I don’t blame Elayne for trying to cash it in.

20. Ah-ha! Height update. Birgitte is only taller than Elayne because of her ‘heeled boots’ and those boots make her Aviendha’s height. So Elayne is a couple of inches or maybe a few inches shorter than Aviendha. So much of how Birgitte is behaving in this chapter is giving me acute memories of Mat. Was she always so much like Mat or is it standing out more because Mat ISN’T acting like Mat?

21. Elayne thinks again about what nonsense the whole “the strongest in the Power leads” rule among the Aes Sedai is. You and me both, sister. I’m guessing at least part of the reason that it exists, though, is to justify how Egwene can be CHOSEN to lead the Aes Sedai -- Rand is, let’s admit it, essentially a conquering warlord, but Egwene needed to lead the Aes Sedai because at least some of them were willing to pick her to do it, and her incredible strength in the Power gives them a reason to choose her, with her youth then being seen as a potential bonus of making her easy to lead (lol).

22. I actually do appreciate that Elayne gets to take a bath here because this is another example of Elayne understanding how to do self care! These are skills that someone should have been teaching Rand! Elayne knows that after a hard journey of doing rulership things, being able to relax in the company of people that you trust is a very important life skill! It would not FIX what is bothering Rand, obviously, but not getting enough sleep and being constantly on edge are certainly not HELPING him (and that just makes me sadly remember how the last bit of care that Rand got from the Maidens before they ~ceded him to Min was actually a bath too, and how much I MISS Rand’s relationship with the Maidens).

23. And even while she lets the hot water soothe her, Elayne is still partly working, as Birgitte updates her on the recent news in the city. Interesting update: before, Elayne was really only hoping for news of Gawyn, but now Birgitte knows to tell her news or Gaywn OR Galad before any other news. Elayne thinks her that part of her dislike for Galad growing up was her own certainty that he must resent her and resent her brother for displacing him as potential First Prince of the Sword. “News of him would have been nearly as welcome as news of Gawyn. That surprised her, but it was true.” She has a great deal of sympathy for both Gawyn and Galad’s choices at this moment in time. idk how people can hate Elayne’s bath when we’re getting so much character development.

24. I wish so much that Elayne knew about Dumai’s Wells. Min can tell Cadsuane about Rand’s trauma at the hands of the Aes Sedai, but not Elayne? Because Elayne thinking here that she doesn’t worry about Rand with Aes Sedai and thinks the only trouble would come from him being too stubborn around them... she would not be thinking that way if she knew about Rand’s kidnapping and Dumai’s Wells. But I also wonder why learning about Alanna force-bonding Rand hasn’t impacted Elayne’s view of Rand vs Aes Sedai? It feels more like a writing hole than a characterization hole tbh, imo Jordan just kept giving Rand too much trauma and couldn’t really keep track of it anymore.

25. Then we have to deal with Atha’an Miere nonsense for 12 pages. Maybe two or three were necessary, to give us the information about Ebou Dar (something that should have made Elayne worry about Mat btw, but she doesn’t think about him here. Jordan really did just have everyone completely write Mat off as an excuse to keep him trapped in his subplot from hell). Why did Jordan decide to make the Atha’an Miere so annoying? They were so interesting in the early books! I do feel bad about all the Atha’an Miere in Ebou Dar. They got dealt a raw hand.

26. But on the plus side, the Atha’an Miere are leaving Elayne’s story! Elayne is disappointed because they’ve been useful for creating Gateways but the cost, Elayne, what about the cost? Anyway, she ends up being able to keep nine Windfinders to help her, plus they will actually be under her command this time and not Zaida. I wish Zaida much luck in the future, far away from anything that I actually need to read! Oh, and the big burst of saidar is still going. It lasts quite a while, I think, the cleansing.

27. Dyelin returns with the heads of four Houses: Mantear (hey, that’s Rand’s relatives!), Haevin, Gilyard and Northan. Aww, Aviendha agrees to dress up in silks to match along with Elayne when they meet them, even though Elayne was only gently teasing her. Oh, and she chooses a dress that has colors that matches what Elayne is wearing. 💕 I am so glad we are getting all this Avilayne, because both Perrin and Mat’s storyline make me want to chew rocks. Aviendha blushes when Elayne tells her how pretty she looks. 💕 Elayne believes it is a FACT that Aviendha is beautiful. 💕 💕

28. To Elayne’s surprise, the four High Seats of Houses that Dyelin has brought back to stand with her are all ‘children’. Ah, she’s not surprised by them being young but by the fact that none of them have brought advisors or guardians with them. That makes more sense. I think Conail is the oldest, at sixteen. But Elayne tbh fits right in with them. She’s only eighteen herself, as of the end of LoC, and it’s only been three or four months since then, I think. I rather like the kids of the High Seats tbh. They feel a lot more like genuine young people (albeit saddled with responsibility) than Olver did in the last book.

29. Aviendha is, apparently, particularly talented with the anti-eavesdropping weave (Aviendha is always particularly talented at whatever random thing is needed lol). The reason that Elayne is having a ward be put up is because she is getting a ~spy report~ from her head clerks. Elayne’s storyline is so interesting compared to Perrin and Mat’s, I have to say. Perrin is dealing with the remnants of old plot elements that everyone has basically been ignoring (Masema from book TWO and the Shaido) and obsessing over his wife; Mat’s plotline has completely gone off the rails that were set up in Winter’s Heart and is just wallowing in a weird vaguely pro-slavery space (or at least a slavery-tolerant space). Elayne is dealing with SIEGES and ARMIES and SPIES and POLITICS. Right now, we’re learning there has been a pattern of arson that her first clerk is sure is being deliberately done by a single person or group, and not part of any kind of general unrest.

30. Elayne thinks of Mat here, in passing, “Tracing that gold back... ... would require Mat Cauthon’s luck” but nothing about how he got left behind in Ebou Dar. I really hate that the characters basically are acting at this point like they know Mat Has Another Plot and so they’ve just stopped worrying about him. The Seanchan INVADED EBOU DAR. Elayne left behind someone who SAVED HER LIFE. We were told at the start of last book that she PRAYS DAILY for his safety. But now that Mat is firmly in his Other Plot, any hint of concern over his safety has completely vanished. This is bad writing. The characters are all acting on author-knowledge and not their own knowledge. Also, I thought we’d been told at an earlier point that Elayne wasn’t really aware of Mat being particularly lucky (Birgitte mentioned his luck last book maybe and Elayne was ??? over it) so this seems like another instance of author-character knowledge seepage. Jordan knows Mat is lucky, so now does Elayne. Jordan knows Mat is doing his Assigned Plot and so Elayne isn’t worrying about him anymore.

31. Elayne worries over the Black Tower but knows she can’t do anything about it for now. Why DID Rand set up the Black Tower in Andor, anyway? He knew that he was going to step away from Andor once Elayne could be found to put in her claim and he was planning to avoid Caemlyn once Elayne was there, so why did he pick there to place the Black Tower and not in Cairhien, which he’s held for longer or in Tear, which has been his for the longest amount of time?

32. Monaelle, the Wise One who presided over Elayne and Aviendha’s first-sister ceremony, has come to Caemlyn to basically do a prenatal check for Elayne. While she’s here, she tells Aviendha that she’s going to be spending every third day and night in the Aiel camps and doesn’t get to sleep with Elayne every night anymore. We’re reminded that Aviendha is seen as a ‘binding cord’ between the Aiel and the Westlands, which was previously something that was being expressed in her relationship with Rand but is now centered on her relationship with Elayne. Monaelle also knows about the bonding and about Rand being the father. It kinda does feel like Elayne has sorta... completely replaced Rand in this storyline? While Rand is off avoiding the Maidens and the Aiel, and playacting at being married to Min, Elayne is the one who has formed a genuine relationship with the Wise Ones that seems to have mutual trust and who has the ceremonial alliance with Aviendha that is functionally working much like a marriage alliance would.

Which kinda makes me think about what wildly different experiences Elayne and Min have been having with the Aiel recently -- Min has been beaten by the Wise Ones for information on Rand and has watched the Maidens beat on Rand (including kicking her in the stomach, I think) and generally watched Rand avoid the Aiel as much as possible; while Elayne has basically had the hearts-and-flowers Aiel experience, with Aviendha adoring her to pieces, and getting to undergo intimate Aiel ceremonies, etc. It’s funny, back in LoC/ACoS, it looked like Min was getting weird special treatment from the Aiel (the Maidens letting her make the moves on Rand & the Wise Ones accepting her as one of their own) but then that just kinda vanished/got reversed in TPoD -- maybe because they were being harsher on RAND, so they were also being harsher on someone they saw as an extension of Rand? idk idk. It’s weird to think about how the way Min was treated by the Aiel basically completely flipped between ACoS & TPoD (essentially, during the time period when Rand was off on his campaign against the Seanchan and Min was ‘alone’ with the Aiel in Cairhien).

33. I’m glad that Rand still appreciates Nynaeve, because apparently no one else does anymore. That is kinda the problem of introducing all these later-stage Super Powerful hidden people -- then you overshadow the main characters that the books have spent, well, BOOKS, investing in. Characters just blithely going oh ~Sumeko is so much better at healing than Nynaeve is; oh, ~Alicia is so much stronger than Nynaeve is. And, of course, the reason Jordan is doing that is BECAUSE Nynaeve was the upper limit for female characters on the side of good for so long but... yeah, I’m never gonna be as emotionally attached to Sumeko or Alivia as I am to Nynaeve.

34. Monaelle tells Elayne that she’s having twins. While Aviendha is practicing the weave that is used for the prenatal check, the beacon finally ends, so how long it lasted in these chapters with Elayne gives us a good idea of how long it lasted in everyone’s PoVs as well. Elayne can tell Rand is still alive, of course, so she’s relieved and happy. ...Elayne randomly thinks about how big Sumeko’s breasts are. Did Jordan intentionally write Elayne as attracted to women or was it a by-product of HIM always focusing on how big any female character’s breasts are at any given time? Yeah, it is kinda confirmed here that Aviendha does still tell the Wise Ones literally everything about Rand and her relationship with him (I mean, not that they get to HAVE much of a relationship right now).

35. Merilille has run off with one of the Atha’an Miere apprentices. I’m guessing Talaan, who was basically begging Nynaeve to let her become Aes Sedai in the last book. Elayne thinks about the unfortunate political ramifications, but honestly... good for her. The Atha’an Miere philosophy of how they treat (’shorebound’) teachers is downright abusive. I wish Merilille well and hope she doesn’t get caught.

36. Oh, god, I don’t care about Elenia’s PoV (she’s in the camp of Elayne’s rival, Arymilla). Is there anything important in this chapter? Her ‘alliance’ with Arymilla is shaky and she’s still plotting to end up on the throne herself. Pretty sure Elayne had guessed that much already. And then we move into Hanlon/Mellar’s PoV. No. I don’t care. I already know he’s a Darkfriend, obviously he’s going to have sinister plans. I don’t need 18 pages of wallowing in this man’s head. Both of these sections also seem to be an excuse to have gross men pawing at women, with implied off-screen rape.

37. Okay, we are in Egwene’s PoV! We spent all of last book mostly catching up to and then overlapping her but now we should get to do The Siege of Tar Valon! ...I really do feel like maybe Jordan should have stretched out the timeline of the EARLER books for even longer because Egwene thinking of the White Tower as ‘home’ just feels odd, because she really hasn’t spent THAT much time there. I’m pretty sure she spent more time training with the Wise Ones than she spent in the White Tower.

Actually, let me go check the numbers. Okay, she first enters the White Tower on Amadaine 13 998 NE, which is June 20th. Liandrin tricks them into leaving the White Tower Choren 23, which is September 23rd. So that’s three months and three days. She returns to the White Tower again on Aine 24 999 NE, which is April 8th, leaves again on their mission to hunt the Black Ajah literally three days later, on Aine 27, or April 11th. That is... much shorter than I thought it was. So she’s spent a total of three months and six days in the White Tower. ...looking at that timeline really makes me feel zero issue about Egwene & Nynaeve (probably) only spending one stint in the White Tower in the TV show because, wow, they really ONLY stop in for Egwene & Elayne’s Accepted tests and then immediately bounce again, so having Egwene & Elayne raised to Accepted in S2 would honestly make a lot more sense than not doing it. Egwene starts learning from the Wise Ones on Amadaine 1 999 NE (June 8th) and leaves their training to go to Salidar on Nesan 28 (Nov 23) so she spent five and a half months training with the Wise Ones and living among the Aiel.

38. They’ve been outside Tar Valon for five days now. Since Egwene met with Elayne in TAR back in Winter’s Heart and that was the night before they were about to come to Tar Valon, that means that the cleansing should be happening soon and will anchor us in time.

39. Elaida is building up her defensive force each day that Egwene & Co don’t actually do anything, Gareth points out to Egwene, who is hesitating now that she’s on the cusp of the siege. “Every day you wait only adds to the butcher’s bill we’ll have to pay sooner or later”. But Egwene really is a True Believer in the White Tower -- “If the White Tower dies, hope dies” -- and isn’t ready to commit yet. She is being confronted here with a situation where she doesn’t really have any good choices, as she notes. Another thing that she has in common with Rand these days!

40. Delana has come to speak with Egwene privately (and we know Delana is Black Ajah). She says she’s here to ‘warn’ Egwene that her advisors are spies but it seems like a fishing trip to me, trying to feel out Egwene’s opinions, etc. She also ‘warns’ Egwene that some of the Sitters for the Hall want to open negotiations with Elaida (another thing that will get worse and worse as time passes and people wonder if it might not be easier to cave just so they can go home). Egwene gives permission for one of the Salidar Six, Beonin (Gray Ajah) to begin negotiations with the Sitters in the Tower - the terms she gives her to take to them are: Elaida must resign and go into exile. Beonin is rather less enthused about the prospect of negotiation at that point. I like the way this scene builds up to Egwene first appearing to support the idea and then overturning it.

41. Ah! I was wrong on the timeline earlier. We actually don’t get Egwene’s on-page reaction to the cleansing. It happened “half a week ago” and has been all the Sisters have talked about for days. Yesterday, they sent a small exploratory group off to investigate the site where it happened; I assume Rand is long gone.

42. Egwene here thinks about oaths of fealty and how if they are forced on someone, then that person is likely to become quite adept at wiggling through the cracks of said oaths. And that even someone who is genuinely loyal can hurt you by doing something that they BELIEVE to be in your best interest but actually isn’t. Actually quite a relevant commentary for a number of storylines! We have, of course, Egwene’s oathsworn Sisters but we also have RAND’S oathsworn Sisters as well, plus we have the oaths that the Seanchan force everyone to take, which Mat noted back in Winter’s Heart that he does not consider binding because they were taken under duress.

43. Aran’gar/Halima is still spending most of her nights in Egwene’s tent. I wonder if part of the reason Jordan skipped past the day of the cleansing in Egwene’s storyline is because he would have needed to have Egwene notice that 'Halima’ was missing for the entire time that the big long burst of saidar was happening but if he talks about it all in retrospect, he can just not mention it, so it’s less noticeable that Egwene missed A Clue. I mean, I also doubt that Egwene had a headache that day, since Aran’gar is DEFINITELY the one causing her headaches.

44. Okay, here’s the timeline correction: we’ve been here ‘two weeks’ now, so ‘five days’ must just be how long Elaida has been shipping extra soldiers into the city. No wonder Gareth is starting to worry that Egwene has lost her nerve! This timeline feels a bit squishy though. *pokes at the timeline*

45. Egwene KNOWS that the plan they were hoping for (sinking ships to blockage the harbor) won’t work, because of her talks with Gareth, so the siege is doomed to fail, but she’s also unwilling to launch an assault, so what IS her plan here? She’s just wasting time at this point. She knew that her original plan wouldn’t work back when they were in Murandy, we learn, because Gareth was originally going to seize ships as they march north but taking a shortcut Traveling made that impossible. Gareth is right -- they should probably have acted just as soon as they arrived, Traveling into the Tower with soldiers and taking it by surprise (note: because I’ve read this before, I know why Jordan doesn’t have Egwene do that but it really is very baffling to me, character-wise, that she doesn’t. They are leaning HARD on the ‘White Tower must be whole’ rhetoric but then what was Egwene even thinking about back for that month resting up in Murandy? They’ve just been hanging out for two weeks at this point, with no actual plan).

46. I feel like so much of these last two chapters should have been snipped so that we could get to the part where she actually DOES think about her plan. People sitting around with their thumbs up their asses does not make for a riveting narrative. I felt the same way about all of Mat’s chapters earlier this book and in parts of Winter’s Heart. These chapters should have been condensed down. Not as bad at Mat’s earlier chapters in this CoT, when literally nothing happened, but about as bad as Mat’s section of four chapters at the end of Winter’s Heart, which should have been two chapters and shorter ones.

47. This is when we learn that food is starting to go bad even when they surround it with a Keeping of saidar. Changing the weather doesn’t stop this part of the Dark One’s touch breaking through.

48. oh my GOD, the hilarious hypocrisy of Egwene thinking about how hard it is to keep novices from rushing too fast with the training. Genuinely amusing moment where she completely Does Not Remember that she was the worst novice of any kind when it came to that sort of thing. Amazing. ilu Egwene

49. Ah-ha, we finally get to something that will move the plot forward, as Egwene checks in on a class of people making cuendillar (which is something Egwene apparently figured out from something Moghedien said before Aran’gar helped her escape). This part is interesting, though I again am a bit sad that apparently there are now three other sisters who have been discovered to make ter’angreal. It’s not really practical, for Elayne to be the only sister who can make ter’angreal, but it does make me a bit sad anyway, same as I mentioned about being sad about Nynaeve being displaced as ‘best healer’ and ‘most powerful female channeler’. Nynaeve and Elayne are both important in their own rights, of course, and not just because of their strengths in the One Power but. It’s just a bit sad. Anyway, right now, they’re using it to make small items to potentially sell for money to pay the army.

50. We do get a hint here that Egwene DOES have a plan that relates to the cuendillar. Yeah, I feel like we probably should have started Egwene’s section about halfway through this chapter and not spent so much time focusing on what she WASN’T going to do. There’s just way too much time spent on dithering around and on plans that aren’t going to work in the last couple of books. I have to admit, Jordan also sometimes does this thing in his writing where he has his PoV characters obliquely think about their plans in a weirdly vague way to keep said plans from the reader and it does kinda get annoying after a while? I want to be In On The Plan with the heroes! (especially if it’s a plan that’s going to end up going sideways anyway! Let me experience the anticipation and the highs and lows of the plan with Our Hero!)

50. We get reminded that Bode (Mat’s sister, though this is not mentioned in the narrative) is here, along with the other Two Rivers’ girls, and she’s one of the women who is capable of making cuendillar. And Nicola and Ariena are still poking their noses into everything and causing trouble. Egwene is startled and horrified at herself when she realizes she’s feeling a bit of regret that she didn’t let Siuan order the two of them killed. Ah, Sharina is another person ‘more powerful than Nynaeve’.

51. There is so much WEIRDNESS about how ‘Halima’ behaves around Egwene and Egwene always just notes and then dismisses it. It MUST be Compulsion. Oh, also, I forgot to mention, two books ago, Aran’gar killed two of Egwene’s maids -- but not Chesa, which immediately makes me assume she’s a Darkfriend tbh. I don’t remember if she is or not, but Aran’gar leaving her alive makes me feel like it’s likely. But Egwene KNOWS that Delena is weird and sketchy and always making bizarre suggestions but none of her feelings about Delena ever fall on ‘Halima’, Delena’s ‘secretary’.

52. Egwene is depressed to hear that the people under Seanchan rule are beginning to accept their new rulers. We once again hear they are “no worse rulers than any other and better than some -- as long as you were not a woman who could channel” but that’s objectively untrue. We KNOW that ‘normal’ people also get turned into property and broken. Anyone who refuses the oaths is forced into manual labor and PRETTY people who refuse the oaths are turned into da’covale and are forced to be objects for the Blood, holding poses or being cupbearers, etc. And we know some portion of those people get sexually abused by the Blood or non-slaves, because Tuon was trying to check if Mat was one of those abusers last book. Living under Seanchan rule means keeping your head down at all times. We know all this from Winter’s Heart. It was only last book! Saying this is only a ‘female channeler’ problem is ignoring a lot of other people that we know for a fact are also being hurt by the Seanchan invasion. But Egwene does also note that almost no news makes it past the Seanchan borders which is... well, very symptomatic of an oppressive authoritarian rule.

53.  Egwene and Siuan talk over the various issues that might come out of what has happened in Caemlyn -- that Elayne is the one in charge of the Aes Sedai there, that the Atha’an Miere are being taught by Aes Sedai, and the Seanchan prisoners. We do learn that apparently the Seanchan are now beginning a siege of Tear in addition to Illian. It must be by sea? I am looking at the map and feeling confused that the Seanchan are able to lay a siege to Tear tbh. I also really am annoyed that ALL of Rand’s proxy leaders are men (we find out here that his proxy in Illian is a Lord Gregorin). Berelain being Steward of Cairhien instead of Dobraine would help even things out there. #BerelainDeservedBetter

54. Ooooh, okay, Darlin is being beseiged by nobles who don’t like Rand, not by the Seanchan. That makes more sense. And is also HILARIOUS because he WAS the main noble who didn’t like Rand a couple of books ago. It’s so funny that he ended up Rand’s proxy ruler in Tear, considering. Oh! Merana is in Tear - she was seen going in and out of the Stone. The Grays are very intrigued at what may come out of Tear (and possibly wondering why she isn’t sending them news directly?). I really like Merana. She might be one of my favorite teriary characters. She’s another of those characters, like Selende, who had an interesting story that was more in the background of other stories (though Merana did have a couple of PoVs, I think), but we kinda saw her rise and fall and then rise again, in terms of her status and feelings of self-worth. She’s been interesting. And she’s stood toe-to-toe against Rand during one of his rages and actually made him blink and stand down and admit that she was correct, so she has a strong spine as well. I approve of Merana. Rand NEEDS people who are willing to stand up against him (without trying to assault him or bully him).

55. Ah, they have figured out that Merana is working for Rand. Or, as Siuan puts it, “she’s the Dragon Reborn’s creature” (rude!). Anyway, we are now about to actually find out which rumors it was that made Egwene ominously tell Elayne that she wouldn’t let Rand turn Aes Sedai into damane. It started with hearing that Aes Sedai were allowed to freely go in and out of the Sun Palace while the Dragon Reborn was in residence. Okay, here’s a thing - Egwene KNOWS that Rand is incredibly strongly ta’veren yet she doesn’t to consider that a possibility here at all, only worries that he’s using Compulsion. It kinda reminds me of how Elayne and Nynaeve didn’t think of taking advantage of Mat being ta’veren at all until Aviendha suggested it. Also, Rand and Egwene did basically the exact same thing, which was have Aes Sedai be oathsworn to them personally.

56. Hilariously, I’m pretty sure that Rand does NOT, in fact, actually know Compulsion at all? (Egwene does, we find out here -- she learned it from Moghedien and kinda wishes that she hadn’t) Siuan thinks that Rand - “needs to be dealt with eventually and maybe taught a lesson”. He rules three nations plus the Aiel! What is with this obsession with treating him like a naughty toddler? I guess this is part of what the White Tower teaches -- it’s the same mindset that Moiraine started with and that Cadsuane has now.

57. Egwene notes that ruling by edict has its disadvantages. Another point where her story is now mirroring the issues that Rand has been facing -- the fact that he’s basically had to rule by brute force has caused him any number of issues over the course of the books. She also notes that it’s “addictive” having people jump to obey you when you speak. It’s a shame that Rand and Egwene aren’t allowed by the narrative to commiserate with each other on their now quite-similar ruling woes.

58. It’s time for the report on the weird beacon of saidar. The thing is... technically, we are getting different stuff with each of these main PoVs that are reacting to Rand’s final segment of Winter’s Heart but it gets dragged out way too much. I’m nearly at 600 pages into the book and we are still primarily reacting to the end of Winter’s Heart. But we do all have different reactions:

Mat notes it internally, definitely knows it’s Rand, and tells no one (yet, anyway; I will note if he tells anyone later)

Perrin realizes it’s Rand and Nynaeve, and tells his allies

Elayne and Aviendha can feel that it’s Rand via the bond and struggle with heart vs duty

Egwene, who is the emotionally furthest away from Rand right now, has no special ‘feeling’ that Rand and Nynaeve were the ones who created the burst of Power and worries that it was the Forsaken, sending a team to investigate the site a couple of days post-event

59. If I were restructuring this book... ugh, that’s tough. This book is a mess. Assuming we cut down Winter’s Heart by at least 30% (absolutely doable imo, especially if we’ve bumped back Elayne’s section of the prologue into the ending of TPoD), then I would put the reactions to Rand cleansing saidin in THAT book instead. Cut out the Far Madding detour, trim down the other sections, then have Rand cleanse saidin, and the last third of Winter’s Heart is reacting to the cleansing. The remainder of what is left of CoT would then get bumped forward into Knife of Dreams and CoT just wouldn’t exist. I’ll see if I can spot a good ‘ending point’ for this new version of Winter’s Heart that’s in my head.

60. The way being Amrylin is described here also reminds me of how Rand’s position as Car’a’carn was described in earlier books -- not a monarch but the ‘first among equals’.

61. Anyway! The report: they found a huge circular hole in the ground where Shadar Logoth used to be; the city is entirely gone. Three miles wide and a mile and a half deep. Wow! That’s pretty impressive, Rand and Nynaeve! The bottom is covered with water and ice, so they believe it will likely become a lake, in time. They could read the ‘residue’ and tell that saidin was used also, so much saidin as to make the amount of saidar used look like a foothill next to Dragonmount. An appropriate comparison, though she doesn’t know it! The weave itself that was used made no sense to her. They all (Egwene included) are certain that the Forsaken are the ones who did it.

62. The suggestion that the sisters who are working together make is unlike anything Egwene was expecting -- Moria suggests sending to the Black Tower and finding Asha’man to link with so that they can make their circles bigger. This creates an enormous shouting match in the Hall, as most of the Sitters recoil against the idea. It really is a very bold suggestion, considering that none of the people present have any idea that saidin was just cleansed of the Dark One’s touch. Moria tells them that they have to admit that there are too many Asha’man for them to just ‘take care of them later’; they have to deal with the fact that they are a power to rival the White Tower (especially divided as it is). This whole section here is pretty intense and good. Though the people arguing against allying with the Black Tower are very passionate, when it comes time for the vote, the lesser consensus stands in favor of the idea of reaching out for an alliance, and the motion passes. Honestly, that actually would probably make for a good ending for my re-imagined version of Winter’s Heart. It’s really the last big reverberation of the cleansing, and then Egwene’s next chapter kinda undercuts the tension of that moment by being a TAR meeting with Aviendha in a way that wouldn’t work for the ending of a book.

63. I do like this hashing-out afterwards scene, though, in the next chapter. It feels like real politics. Good scene and it cuts through the potential boring parts nicely. The scene takes several hours for the characters involved but I don’t feel like I’VE been forced to take part in an hours-long meeting. We needed more scenes like this in CoT tbh.

64. Character growth moment! Egwene has stopped trying to hurtle herself at Rand’s dreams and break into them! 🥳 It sounds like it’s less about respecting his privacy and more about being worried that he might figure out that she’s been trying to do that for months, but I’m happy anyway.

65. Oh, ick, wow. Egwene is tempted to “put the fear of the Light” into Nynaeve’s dreams. Yikes. Egwene giveth and Egwene taketh away.

66. Anyway, she brushed a thought against Elayne’s dreams to say they should meet but Aviendha is the one who shows up. Egwene knows that Elayne is pregnant with Rand’s kids? I guess Elayne really did tell Egwene literally everything except about the actual bond itself. Also, Jordan forgot that Egwene was actually HILARIOUSLY BAD at picking up the Rand x Aviendha subtext literally the entire time the three of them were all in the same place, as she now retroactively believes that Aviendha has feelings for Rand too when before she absolutely believed that Aviendha was only looking out for Rand ‘for Elayne’. MAT was the one who picked up on Rand and Aviendha’s feelings for each other. But Aviendha is a super-cute wife here, talking about Elayne, and Elayne and Rand’s future babies. Honestly, I feel like we got robbed out of such a large potential amount of adorable Rand/Elayne/Aviendha interactions.

67. Oh! I deeply apologize to my dearest Elayne. She did NOT tell Egwene that Rand is the dad. Egwene is just assuming that because she knows about Elayne’s feelings and just straight up doesn’t believe that Elayne would sleep with anyone else. My sincerest apologies, Elayne! I should have known better. You are not Min. I am also glad that Egwene realizes she’s being wildly overjudgmental about Elayne having a child ~out of wedlock~ and tones it down.

68. Egwene asks after Rand and Nynaeve. Aviendha tells her that they haven’t talked (which is true but misleading -- Aviendha surely knows that Egwene wants to know what Rand’s up to and Aviendha DOES know the answer to that, at least in broad strokes of “he was the center of that burst of power earlier”... but Egwene isn’t a Wise One apprentice anymore; she’s Aes Sedai, and more than that, not an Aes Sedai who has an agreement with Rand). Oh, and very interesting, she is briefly in Maidens’ cadin’sor when Egwene tells her about what happened in the Hall and the plans to send an embassy to the Black Tower and the reaction to all that Power being used. A Maidens’ heart for protecting Rand, with his gift to her being the only thing that isn’t part of a Maiden’s garb. Ugh, why can’t I get a Rand and Aviendha scene? I desperately want one now. I can’t believe they didn’t even get a separate conversation to themselves back in Winter’s Heart.

69. Egwene thinks that none of her prophetic dreams have ever been useful to her but I don’t think we’ve ever seen her act on them either yet so... maybe they WOULD be useful. She really is an interesting contrasting case study against Min though, who shares her viewings constantly and causes more trouble than she gives aid, most of the time. So maybe Egwene has the right idea here.

70. Oh, my goodness. Thank you, Aviendha. Anyway, Aviendha points out here that Aes Sedai (including Egwene) assume men are fools when they often are not. This kinda reminds me of when she pointed out to Elayne and Nynaeve that Mat could actually be USEFUL in Ebou Dar and maybe they shouldn’t just avoid him all the time. Aviendha: doing her best to get men and women to stop acting like they belong to two separate species.

71. Prophetic dream time:

Mat bowls on a village green, but the pins are mens’ lives. Every one of the pins represents thousands of lives and an Illuminator is involved. Egwene notes that Mat has met an Illuminator before... how does she know that? I assume she’s talking about Mat meeting Aludra during TDR but I do not remember him mentioning this to her in TSR. And the characters are, in general, so terrible at communicating to each other that I am absolutely not going to assume that two characters actually communicated useful information to each other ‘off-screen’.

Egwene struggles up a narrow cliff, nearly falls off, and is saved by a Seanchan woman, who tells her they can reach the top together.

Then she has a dream of the Seanchan attacking the White Tower (in metaphor form, but she understands it).

Interestingly, Egwene thinks here that her ‘true dreams’ are possibilities and not certainties. Once again, we have this contrast between prophecies that are considered certainties (Foretellings and Min’s Viewings) vs ones that are about possible futures (Egwene’s dreams and the silver rings in Rhuidean). And, of course, Egwene doesn’t bother worrying about Mat in this book, because she knows that he’s been Assigned Another Plot.

72. Anaiya Sedai and her Warder have been found dead. Nisao tested the place where they were killed and found saidin residue. Ah, that would be where ‘Halima’ was last night, I assume. Trying to make it so that the rebels won’t reach out to the Black Tower, maybe?

Mat is mentioned by:

Elayne x1

Egwene x6 (prophetic dream)

Unnecessary scenes:

no one should even KNOW Elayne is pregnant yet, let alone bother her about it all the time: 1 (2 pages) , 1 (2 pages), 1 (1 page)

annoying Atha’an Miere nonsense: 1 (2 pages), 1 (10 pages)

random PoVs that I have no patience to care about: 1 (21 pages), 1 (18 pages)

waiting around doing nothing: 1 (18 pages), 1 (11 pages)

sitter ‘mystery’: 1 (1 page), 1 (3 pages)

#wot #wheel of time #wot reread #crossroads of twilight #wot book spoilers #wot spoilers #PutMatInThePolycule #avilayne #the wheel of time

[butterpony100]

Hi this is a very late submission to @ninjago-oc-appreciation oc swap!

My blog to write for was @the-painted-siren and their characters!

(This is so late I’m so sorry ahhh)

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Where fools roam, Chaos reigns.

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The day started off slow. Dragging himself out from the comfort of his bed, Calem’s thoughts were muddled as he got dressed for the day. He wasn’t sure what, but he felt as though he was forgetting something important.

The feeling nagged at him long after the fog in his mind cleared, an answer just on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t quite place. Sitting down to eat breakfast was when an answer arrived for him, knocking at his door.

Opening it, he was somewhat surprised to be met with two familiar faces. One a full head shorter than him with platinum blond hair and thick brown roots, emerald cat like eyes sparkled with energy. The other slightly taller, with a split dye of silver and black hair braided off to the side, a set of ruby contacts glimmering.

“Lloyd? Lyra? What are you guys doing here?”

Lyra scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I told you he would forget.” She commented to Lloyd, as the blond huffed while passing her a five dollar bill.

The two let themselves in, scooting past Calem, and Lloyd not so subtly snatched up a slice of toast from the ready made plate on the table.

“Hey! If you're gonna steal my food, at least give me a straight answer as to why you guys showed up at…” he looks at the clock on the wall “7 in the morning?? Neither of you two are up this early, even on a good day.”

He raised his eyebrow at the two as they both shared chuckles and hushed whispers. Finally, Lyra decided to have mercy on him.

“Don’t you know what today is?”

“Uhhhh….” So what if he was a master of time? That didn’t magically make him better at remembering dates.

His hesitation spoke volume as Lloyd dramatically slumped over in mock devastation. “How could you, Cal! You would forget such a momentous occasion!?”

The gears in his head were stuttering like they were rusted shut until it finally clicked.

“Ohhhh…. It’s anniversary day, isn’t it?”

The other two standing in front of him burst into laughter, clearly taking much enjoyment in his suffering.

“About time! A full year of dating and somehow your memory is still garbage.” Lloyd jokes.

“I’m not even sure I have any tea on hand that would fix that.” Lyra adds on.

“Ok ok-“ Calem interrupts, face flushed with embarrassment. “Now that you’ve had your laugh, do we have any plans for today?”

At that question, Lloyds face shifted into a devious smirk. “Oh nothing much. But it just so happens that the rest of the team is staying at the monastery for the whole day, completely relaxed and not expecting any mischief whatsoever.”

Calem briefly gawked at his partner, turning to Lyra in confusion. “Arnt you supposed to be the smart one among the three of us? How did he get you to do this?”

At that, his other partner shrugged. “What can I say, he’s pretty convincing.”

“Cmon, Calem!” Lloyd pushes his shoulder. “We have the whole day to ourselves, but it’s nothing but yuck outside.” He gestures over to the window, where gray clouds gathered densely above the city.

“If we can’t go out, we might as well have some fun indoors!”

“I dunno..”

“Kai will be perfectly unsuspecting-“ Lloyd teases.

“I’m in.” Calem immediately agrees. After all, he has made it his life mission to annoy the fire ninja to his grave.

“Wow, you were right, it really was that easy.” Lyra comments.

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It was a quiet afternoon at the monastery.

Too quiet in Kai’s opinion.

Maybe it was just his paranoia acting up, but he swears that there was something about today that he forgot.

He’d brought it up to Nya, but she had dismissed him, saying something like “your just wound up too tight. Go blow off some steam.” Before returning to her workbench and tinkering away at some sort of mechanism.

Lloyd had plans out in the city for the day, and the other three ninja were all in the living room watching the new star fairer spinoff. Maybe he was being overly cautious.

Kai sighed and entered the kitchen, intending to grab a bag of chips before joining the others.

Of course, that's assuming he could get into the kitchen.

Distracted, he didn’t see the plastic wrap encasing the door frame until he smacked face first into it. He sputtered in disbelief, moving to try and tear down the ridiculous prank.

The plastic gave way easily as he stomped into the kitchen, now wary of any other tricks in hidden corners. From what he could see, there wasn’t anything else obvious.

Looks like some of the guys have been practicing their crappy senses of humor. He thought. Prepared to meet the others in the living room and give them a piece of his mind, Kai quickly flipped open the pantry to retrieve a bag of tortilla chips.

That was a mistake.

A small bottle of a foul smelling liquid tipped over into another bottle, the contents dyed green and suspiciously smelling of soap.

Kai had a split second to remember some obscure trend that Lloyd had shown him with something called “elephant toothpaste” before the result literally exploded in his face.

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Jay, Cole, and Zane were just in the middle of criticizing the quality of the latest starfairer spinoff when’s loud shout came from the kitchen.

“Was that Kai?” Zane asked as Jay and Cole were already on their feet, rushing to the hallway. Jay made it out the doorway first, which might have been a poor choice.

The moment his foot made contact with the hallway floor, he knew something was wrong. His theory quickly proved to be correct as the spot where his foot landed quickly became the only spot he could stand, stuck firmly in place.

A noise of confusion came from behind him as he turned to Cole and Zane, seemingly not stuck and looking down at the floor with stupor.

“What is it-?” Jay was in the middle of asking before turning his own gaze to the ground to see…

Fly traps. Dozens of bright yellow fly traps were laid out on the floor. Jay just so happened to be standing directly ontop of one.

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me-“

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“What the heck is going on???” Nya shouted, emerging from her room to several commotions occurring in the halls. She turned to her left to see Cole race past her, a neon yellow piece of paper trailed behind him from the cuff of his pants.

She looked further down the hall to see Zane precariously tiptoeing through what looked like a minefield of the same paper, Jay even further behind him trying desperately to unstick himself from some invisible force.

She quickly turned to the direction Cole was running to see him meet Kai at the doorway to the kitchen, though you could barely tell who it was underneath the mountain of green foam that covered him from head to toe.

Silently, her mind clicked together the pieces and realized what was happening when another shout drew her attention. She quickly raced past a snickering Cole and a grumpy Kai trying desperately to remove the soapy substance.

Nya finally turned the corner of the monastery to see green eyes furrowed in frustration. Under a mountain of rainbow glitter was Pixal, her girlfriend.

“Pix! Are you ok?” Nya approached, stifling a few chuckles at the cute huffs the nindroid was releasing. “There is a reason why I feared to frequent the monastery on this day of all days.”

“Yeah, sorry for calling you out here. I just remembered myself.” Nya apologized.

“Wait, what’s today?” She heard her brothers voice question. Turning around, she could see the remains of several pranks on the four other ninja.

Kai and Coke were both covered in remains of the green soap, seeping into their clothes and probably leaving permanent stains. Zane, while making it through the glue trap unscathed, seemed to have run into a separate trap on his way through the halls, now covered in what distinctly smelt of soy sauce. Jay seemed to have the worst of it, covered in several sheets of neon yellow fly traps from head to toe.

Three sets of laughs drew the groups attentions as they looked to the side, towards a door that led into the monastery courtyard. From the doorframe, three figures stood cackling and shaking with laughter.

“It’s your anniversary, isn’t it?” Nya asked matter o factly to the trio of Lloyd, Calem, and Lyra.

“Mayybeeee” Lloyd teased in between giggles.

Kai was inches away from launching himself at the three before Nya strode across the hall and grabbed him by the arm.

“Pix, I trust you know what to do from here.” She gave her most menacing smile to the three in the doorway, their laughter suddenly cut short and replaced by looks of horror. Her lovely robot girlfriend mirrored her smile, also turning to the three. “Of course I do.”

Dragging her brother off in her iron grip away from the whails of teenage agony as the pranksters were assigned their various clean up duties, Nya pulled Kai into the laundry room.

Before Kai could sputter off a word of indignation, Nya threw a pair of clean clothes at him. “You’d better change. Master of fire or not, those ‘elephant toothpaste’ experiments generate a lot of chemical heat, and it’ll leave nasty burns if you keep those on.”

Kai muttered under his breath as he tossed off his sullied garments. “Why didn’t you let me give them a piece of my mind! Little pranks are one thing, but those guys could have endangered themselves and us if an emergency happened.”

As Kai prattled on, Nya set a hand on his shoulder. “But nothing did happen. Plus, how often can you say you’ve seen Lloyd smile like that.”

That got the brunette to shut up, turmoil clear on his face. Nya sighed. “Look, I know you have some issues with Calem, and maybe you think those three are getting themselves into trouble more often than not, but they’re all practically adults. They deserve to make their own decisions.”

Nya chuckled “And if they get in over their heads, that’s when we can swoop in and give them a piece of our minds.” At that, Kai chuckled along.

“I- I guess your right. I haven’t see Lloyd this happy since Sensei Garmadon.”

Nya nudged him on the shoulder. “When am I not right? Anyway, get your stuff together so you can come watch those brats clean up the mess they made. I know I’m making popcorn.”

Kai laughed out loud. “Ok ok. Now scram so I can find some actual clothes instead of the pair of pajamas you just handed me.”

Nya just shrugged “thought you’d want to lay down after all that excitement, old man.”

She laughed as Kai pelted his shirt toward her playfully.

In the hallway, Nya watched fondly as Lloyd and his partners in crime jokes and laughed with eachother, peeling the remaining glue traps off of the floor.

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#ninjagoocsecretsummer2023 #ninjago #samuraishipping #just a lil bit

[ghostiebeech]

Chaos Twins

Hello.  In honor of Sunshine Sunday, I am reposting my chaos twins fic I originally posted back at the end of February/early March.  Currently, it’s gonna be in three parts because that is what I already had written, but maybe I add more? 

Anyway if you read this before, I did change it a little bit, but not too too too much. 

Rating: There’s some cursing, so teen and up I guess?

Word Count: 761

Summary: Papa announces that a new ghoulette is being summoned.  Dew seems apprehensive. 

On Ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/47338645/chapters/119282938)

or under the cut

It was a normal, boring in Dewdrop’s opinion, band practice when Papa announced the upcoming summoning of a new ghoulette.  

“With the growing success of the Ghost Project, Seestor has decided we are going to be summoning a new ghoulette.”

The ghouls chattered amongst themselves for a minute before Cirrus spoke up.

“What are they going to play? Do they sing?  I don’t think we need anymore keys, but it would be nice to have another girl on stage with us” she said, speaking a mile a minute, smiling at Cumulus who eagerly nodded her head in agreement.  Too many damn boys here.  

“The new ghoulette is a multi ghoul like our dear Swiss and - Ah, I believe her name is…” Papa stopped, trying to remember the name Seestor told him earlier that day.  “Her name is Sunshine!”  

“Oh how cute!” The ghoulettes squealed.  

As the practice winded down and Papa filtered out, the ghouls started to discuss their new bandmate.  One voice, which was typically the loudest, has been quiet since Papa told the ghouls the new ghoulette’s name.   

Aether noticed Dew’s silence.  The little fire ghoul looked like he was deep inside his head thinking.  Knowing Dew, Aether decided not to bring this up until he was in the privacy of his and Dew’s room.  

After dinner, back in their room, Aether decided to casually bring up the subject of the new ghoulette.  

“So Dew, what do you think about Papa adding a new member?”

“Oh yeah.  I almost forgot about that… It’s cool I guess…”  Dew looked away from his mate, picking up his acoustic guitar, absentmindedly tuning the strings

“You looked a little-” Aether paused trying to think of the right word to not upset Dew. “Nervous when Papa started talking about them…”

“Did I?”  Dew said, not looking up from his guitar. “It’s whatever honestly…”

“Is there anything wro-”

Dew harshly cut off his mate, “Can we talk about literally anything else?”  

Normally Aether would continue to push his mate into discussing his feelings, but a quiet, pleading “Please” from Dew made the quintessence ghoul to drop the subject.  If Dew wanted to talk about it later, Aether would be here to listen.  

The summoning day arrived a week later.  The week leading up, Dew was especially antsy and irritable, snapping, or leaving the room at the mention of the new ghoulette.  Most of his bandmates chalked it up to Dew being annoyed that there was going to be another addition to the band.  The fire ghoul was always uncomfortable with sudden changes to his day to day.  

In the summoning room Dew looked white as a ghost.  The pack could smell the nerves coming off the Dew.  

The ritual itself went on without a hitch.  After Papa chanted out the spell, flames erupted from the earth.  The fire and smoke cleared, leaving a small figure standing in the middle of the room.  

Sunshine was tiny. Shorter than Dewdrop.  She had a sort of light, sunshine radiating off of her.  Her slender face was framed with bouncy blonde curls.  

The room was silent, all the ghouls staring at their new packmate, the new ghoulette looking around the room.  Suddenly a low growl sounded from the new ghoulette.  Aether looked to see what or who she was growling at.  

Dewdrop.  She was staring right at Dewdrop, baring her fangs.

Before anybody would react the new ghoulette had launched herself at the fire ghoul.  

Aether and Mountain rushed forward to separate the two ghouls when they heard the new ghoulette manically giggling.  She wasn’t attacking Dew, she was… tickling him?

“SUNNY, STOP I CAN’T BREATHE- FUCKING ASSHOLE” the tiny ghoul squealing, writhing around on the floor trying to escape the multi ghoul.

“You are still SO SO SO ticklish, Dewy.” The ghoulette emphasized the SO SO SO with aggressive tickles to the fire ghoul’s belly. 

“Dewy?” Rain questioned, looking at Mountain who was busy staring at Sunshine.  

Papa and the other ghouls looked at the pair in varying states of confusion and awe.  They know each other?

Eventually the two smaller ghouls separated, still giggling.  Sunshine got up first, offering a hand to Dew.   The two were staring at each other with matching happy, yet a little feral grins.    

“So, you guys know each other or something?” Swiss was the first to speak up, curiosity killing him slowly.

“This is my twin!” Dew and Sunny replied in unison, laughing at each other.

“Oh Satan, there's two of them…” Papa muttered in disbelief.  What has he gotten himself into?

#sunshine ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #chaos twins

[tonytonwy]

a change in ritual

kita s. x f!reader

summary: where you reminisce on your exchange in Japan and how you inevitably fell in love with Kita Shinsuke.

Somewhere in the world, early in the morning.

"Jeez y/n, you really need a good routine!" Your friend scolds you as you huff, just making it in time before the doors shut. You lower the volume on your phone; ABBA's great singing become background noise as your friend makes her usual disappointed face. You really needed to stop waking up in the last ten minutes of the morning before you had to run, you were in your last year of high school for god sakes. "Have you ever actually had a planned routine in the morning?"

Her question is as sarcastic as ever, rightfully annoyed with the amount of times you've slept in but it immediately reminds you of a certain boy with silver hair, soft brown eyes and dewy skin, a devoted grandma who adored you as if you were her own blood, a time where you were young and stupid, however not stupid enough to kiss a boy.

"I'll have you know," you say with pride and fondness, "during my exchange in Japan, I had a really good routine over there."

"Right, the same exchange trip where you fell in love?" Her smile is smug and you act like you've been metaphorically shot. It was an amazing experiences with a lot of a small regrets. I wish I had done that, this, and more. You got over those regrets with time however, the small mourning of an experience you could've had comes every now and then. Even after three years, you can say confidently you've never truly forgotten those bittersweet memories.

"And I hate that I ever told you that." Your friend laughs loudly in the compact train, ignoring every glare towards you two.

"Tell me the story again, I seriously love making fun of your boring, awful, no-fun choices."

Somewhere in Hyōgo prefecture, late in the evening.

"Has yer routine ever been drastically changed?" Kita looks to orange sky filled with purple hues, deep in thought over Aran's question as they walk together. Their walks became less talking and more 'interviewing Kita Shinsuke', which he didn't mind, it was great bonding. "Because I feel like nothing could change yer ritual."

Kita gives a small smile, nostalgia filling his head.

"Yes," Kita adjusts his bag, trying to hide the smallest blush on his cheeks, "in the second year of middle school, my routine was quite different to now."

After being with Mr Perfect for three years, Aran could read him a bit better now.

"Tell me," Aran leans in, "did something magical happen in middle school to our captain?"

"Something like that, it was all due to my grandma really." Kita says fondly, "like always."

Somewhere in Hyōgo prefecture, three years ago, February.

You were meant to stay with a loving couple whose son was in Tokyo studying. Keyword; meant to. However, as the gods would intend, things changed, and quickly. 2 days into the exchange and their son decided to move back after hating Tokyo and with no space left, they asked Granny Yumie if she could take you for 6 months. With the programs' and your permission of course, and you were 14, you weren't going to speak up about an issue at all.

"Naturally, 14 is the age of cowards." You glare as your friend interrupts your story before shutting up again.

You felt indebted to Yumie as she gave a big smile and welcomed you into her home as if you were another Kita. You remember meeting Shinsuke perfectly, in the most awkward, 14-year old way. It was a Sunday morning when you entered the old yet cozy house, nervously walking in your 'Anpan Man' socks.

You bump into him as you try to find your room, meeting at a corner. Your foreheads colliding as you drop your bags and you rub your forehead. You were similar heights back then, however you can't help but wonder if he's grown much, is he still a similar height? taller than you? maybe even shorter?

"We love short kings."

"Shut up!"

"I'm so sorry," he appears to have forgotten his pain as his intense eyes just bore into yours, hints of worriedness and embarrassment in them. As his face leans in, you can't help but feel more bashful as you see those brown eyes stare at you, or more like at the red spot on your forehead.

"No, no, it's my fault!" You say in English, too worried to speak Japanese. You scramble back up before he softly moves your hair out of your face however stops and gives a small glance.

"May I?" you can only nod, closing your eyes as he softly touches the bump forming. You don't know where this prince came from but you weren't sure if your heart could handle living him. You both jolt as Yumie appears, right next to you.

"Ah, Shin-chan, yer back already," Yumie says cheerfully, "I see ya met y/n-chan."

"Yes, we've had a small accident though," he's still touching your head and you only hope your face isn't too red for him to notice.

"Ah, colliding heads already? Here I thought ya two would along great." She says while giving a small laugh, also moving your hair away to check the bump.

"I'm fine honestly, some ice and it'll go away." You say while giving a sheepish smile, you didn't want be a bother.

"Water?" They both say, confused before you now feel your face noticeably heat up as you messed up. You quickly realize had forgotten the word for ice in Japanese.

"Ah, cold water?" you question, feeling like an idiot. You see how Shinsuke gives a small smile, humour in his eyes over your cute mistake.

"Ah, Ice, Kōri." His English pronunciation is essentially perfect and you feel a sense of relief as at least you had him as a helper in case you didn't understand something.

"Please write a fanfic over your life."

"The Suzuki's are gettin' an exchange student today, she's meant to arrive soon."

Kita himself remembers the day you arrive perfectly. He was walking with his grandma and his sister around the fruit produce section in the grocery store. He nods at his grandma's words, she always knew the latest information in the town.

"Ah, an exchange student comin' to Hyōgo?" His sister ponders, twirling her hair, her confidence growing as a new high school student at Fueneku. "That's strange."

"Well, speak of the devil," his eyes whip to where his grandma is pointing at, you with the Suzuki's, smiling and bowing as they buy food. You're wearing a loose t-shirt with a black puffer jacket, jeans and some black boots. Your hair is slightly damp and cheeks flushed with the sudden rain that arrived to the town.

He was not one to stare but he can't help it, it's not because you're a foreigner. He honestly is not sure why his eyes can't leave you but your smile must be one of the reasons as you give a big smile to the host family. The Suzuki's laugh at something you say, making you blush profusely, you must've messed up a Japanese word, Kita stupidly wonders what you could've said that was so funny.

"Did you find out what she said?"

"Apparently when they asked her what activities she wanted to do, she said Baikingu instead of Saikuringu."

"Well, she sure is pretty, right Granny?" His sister subtly points to her brother as both women look at his 'awed' face. Yumie nods, giving a big smile, she knew that look from anywhere. That was the same look her husband gave to her when they first met, the glance her son gave to her now daughter-in-law. She felt blessed by the gods to witness her grandson's lovestruck moment as Shinsuke slightly clenches his fists.

He had seen pretty girls, on television, in his middle school, even his classmates. But, there was just something about the air around you that made Kita want to know you better.

He wonders if you're going to be in his class.

"Why dontcha' talk to her Shin-chan?" Yumie lightly pushes her grandson, who fumbles before walking back behind Yumie, as if hiding behind his tiny grandma would hide his slightly pink cheeks.

"m' okay."

"Is that all?" Aran asks, clearly not impressed with the story.

"There is more," Kita says, trying to exactly remember everything in chronological order.

"I'm Kita Yurie, but feel free to call me Yuri. I'm 15 and my English isn't the best but I will try my best to make ya feel at home!" Kita mentally checks his sister's introduction; friendly, good information and cheerful ending. He just needed to do something similar or better.

"I'm Kita Shinsuke, I am 13, turning 14. My English is good so if ya have any questions, please ask me," he bows and feels his eyebrow slightly twitch when Yurie snorts.

"I'm Shōsuke! But ya can call me Shō, I'm 8! I think yer cute!" Kita chokes on his spit for a quick second, as does Yurie. You seem to understand what cute is in Japanese as you give an embarrassed laugh to his little brother's introduction.

"Love triangle?" You can only glare at your stupid friend and her stupid comments.

"You're disgusting."

"Thank you for the great introductions, uhm," you look to the ground before staring back at everyone, however your eye-contact with Shinsuke only lasting less than a second before you pull. You felt nervous, his gaze was quite intense and while you knew it wasn't a glare, you were scared to mess up your introduction.

"I'm l/n y/n, I'm turning 14 and thank you so much for everything. please treat me nicely," you bow and feel your breathe quicken with anxiety.

"Great introduction" Kita's voice cracks and he has a composed face but he wants to die as Yurie starts laughing. However, you just give him a smile, eyes grateful for his compliment.

"Oh my god, I can already hear yer sister's evil laugh."

"I know, it stays in yer head."

"Thank you, Shinsuke." You bow, your face heating up as you quickly realize you called him by his name and this is your 'first time' meeting. Kita tries to not blush as well, wondering if you did that on purpose.

It's Monday morning when Yurie lightly wakes you up, you barely slept from excitement of starting middle school in Japan. You check yourself out in Yurie’s long mirror; the sailor uniform, fresh and ironed perfectly. You walk to the dining room where everyone is having breakfast.

“Ah, sorry,” you sit down, next to Yurie and Shinsuke, who just shrug nonchalantly. You notice how upright he sits, and you subconsciously straighten your back.

“Don’t worry, dear. Sleep well?” Granny Yumie passes you plates of food, miso, rice, egg, and more. It’s almost overwhelming how much food she has given you but you notice how Shōsuke gobbles down his food, before his older brother tells him off.

“Uh, I was a bit excited so I’m not sure if I slept enough.” You yawn and she gives a small laugh, you notice how Kita is staring at you, like he wants to ask you something.

“Do ya like the miso?” You nod to Yurie, who gives a smug look to Shinsuke. You bring the warm miso to your face, inhaling the strong smell and steam. He quietly eats his natto, he wonders if he should cook miso soup more often.

“It smells delicious,” you notice the white blocks and Shinsuke smiles as he sees yours eyes brighten. “Oh my god, I love tofu.”

“I’ll show ya around Fueneko, it’s not too big so I don’t think you’ll get lost.” You slightly jolt as he talks, his voice somewhat deep with sleep and a morning fruitiness that makes you feel warm. The uniform pants are big on him, he still needs to grow into it but the white sleeves are rolled up, revealing lean muscle of a new teenager. You wonder if he plays any sports, what’s the uniform like on him, could you watch any of his games?

“Are we in the same class?,” you say while eating the soft, cushiony egg, “I would love to have a friend in my first class.”

“Let’s hope,” his soft smile reminds you of the rice paddies on a sunny day.

The three of you walk quietly, Yurie in the middle as she asks you a million questions about your country, culture, and customs. You try to answer the best way however she would occasionally correct your Japanese, Shinsuke seems content with just listening.

“Well, this is my stop,” you look in awe at the highschool, the metal gates thick and slightly old. “If Shin-chan does anything disrespectful, immediately tell me!”

Shinsuke gives a deadpan stare to his sister, who just laughs. He was used to his sister’s teasing by now, it was nothing new. However, it annoyed him when you were there to witness his pain.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” you say while laughing, waving bye to Yurie.

You both walk, together but there is an air of awkwardness, a tension that isn’t quite describable. You’re not sure what to say, to ask or to do however, you decide to mutter something, anything at this point.

"What songs do you like?"

“Do you have any worries?”

You both stare at each other for a second before you both laugh, walking past the river, full of rain water and ducks enjoying the rare February sun.

“Sorry,” he says instinctively, he should’ve guessed you were going to say something

“No, it’s completely fine! Honestly, please feel more relaxed around me, Kita.” He lets his shoulder down, not realising how tense he was before. You avoid a puddle, slightly going in his way. “So, what songs do you like?”

He’s never really thought of it, music. He knows his grandma loves singing a few songs while cleaning but it felt more like white noise than anything else.

"I listen to anythin’ on the radio but I really like 'Sukiyaki' by Kyu Sakamoto." It was one of the most famous songs in Japan, he couldn’t go wrong with that answer.

"Is it an old song?" He feels his cheeks slightly heat up in embarrassment, ah, he forgot how ancient it was.

"Yeah, do ya dislike old songs?" You shake your head violently, giving a worried face.

"I love old songs! Have you heard of ABBA?" He shakes his head in subtle regret, his grandma liked a few of their songs but he had never actually heard one of their songs.

You get your headphones out, hesitantly passing it to Kita. "Would you like to listen to one of their songs? I promise it's good."

He hopes you don't notice the slight shake in his hands when you pass it to him. You hope he doesn't notice your loud heartbeat and red face as your fingers slightly touch with his.

He likes the guitar at the beginning, the singer's voice is soothing against the piano. He thinks the scenery of Hyogo fits the song, cheerful with a soft piano, it seems like a song his Grandma would like. He suddenly wishes he knew an instrument, do you play any instruments? Would he be more cool in your eyes if he played the guitar?

You side-eye him, wondering if this song was good enough to show him. He looks at stoic as ever but as the singer reaches a high pitch, you see his eyes slightly shine.

Ah, so he can make those faces as well.

Kita Shinsuke was never incredibly fond of music but as the beat drops, he feels the need to sing. He sees how you can't help yourself as you softly sing the lyrics while nodding your head, staring at the scenery of Hyōgo. Your hands tightly holding your school bag, however your fingers playing the notes.

He thinks you're gorgeous.

He feels his own head bobbing to the beat, his fingers moving with the clear piano's beats and his heart slightly beating faster as he has this quiet realization.

"This is my favourite part," you say as the song comes to and end and the piano's tune becomes louder. He can't help but smile at your goofiness as you act you're the one playing piano. His head nods along, staring at Fueneko Middle School from afar, he feels a sense of disappoint begin in his stomach, he swears the walk is usually longer.

"Did you like it?" Your voice is uneasy, you knew ABBA wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea but you had hope that Kita somehow likes them.

He's so close to saying something stupid like I like your voice singing it or I like it but your imaginary piano skills more or simply you're pretty, your smile, cheeks, laugh are so pretty, it beats any song.

But Kita isn't stupid, he's a rational 13-year old boy.

"Pretty." You were unaware of Kita’s 14-year-old heartbeat thumping, however he was just as oblivious to your red ears. You almost forget he's talking about the song and not you.

Okay, he's a bit stupid sometimes.

"Okay, it's your turn now, tell me a song," you lean to him, showing your phone. He freaks out, in all honesty, he has zero knowledge of music and wonders how he can surprise you. You try to not overthink your choices, were you leaning too much? Was he uncomfortable? Maybe he wanted you to go away before his friend came?

“Kita!” You both turn, seeing a boy with a shaved head, waving his arm frantically while jogging towards you guys. He’s tall and got a big smile to his face and while he is classically handsome, you immediately think, but Kita is more handsome.

“Who’s he?”

“My captain,” you nod your head, “I play volleyball.”

“Ah, how cool.” Your compliment makes him want to play a match just so you can see how cool he looks, he wants to receive a hard spike. Kita knew that the process was more important that results but he wanted to show you his hard work. He’s not sure he’s ever felt this proud over a simple compliment. Kita Shinsuke was confident, but not an attention seeker ever.

However, he really wants your attention on him.

Your head already imagines it, Kita in his uniform, waving at you from the court. You try to not romanticise the idea of it, of living with a handsome boy who’s your age, but it’s kind-of impossible.

You feel excited for the next few months.

He feels lucky, that he’s the one to show everything about Japan.

Present time

“Wow," Aran sounds shocked, "I can't believe ya experienced that, I’m kinda jealous."

"It was," he almost struggles to find the correct word, "simply amazin’, it's very nostalgic talkin’ about her."

"Yeah, what did it feel like? Being with her?" This conversation disproves every ‘Kita is a robot’ theory as Aran notices Kita’s eye crinkle with something new, different, maybe some sadness? Aran isn’t too sure himself.

"It just felt good, as if all the perseverance, and diligence I had done were accomplished with just talking to her. Helpin’ her felt like I had done all my chores and ticked all my checklists."

“It sounds like right person, wrong time. But damn, not even a subtle confession?" Aran whistles, it was a bit of a disappointing story, after all, from all the J-dramas he’s watched with his mum, the confession scene is one of the most anticipated and adored moments of a show.

"No," Kita plays with the strap of his gym bag, "unfortunately not."

"Well" Aran puts a hand on Kita’s shoulders, “you never know when she’ll appear!”

Kita smiles, looking at the sunset go down, he wonders if his sister still has your information. While he agreed with Inarizaki’s flag, we don’t need the memories; for looking forward, with your head up high into the future was always the best choice.

He couldn’t help but reminisce the memories he had with you.

"I still can't believe you didn't kiss him!" Your friend groans, as if she didn't know the outcome of the story you've told her like 10 times already. "Surely more stuff happened, right?"

"What do you mean by that?" You ask, feeling your heart race and face warm up.

"Not like that idiot!" Your friend laughs again, "you've only told me this story though, and you lived with him for 6 months."

"Ah," your smile is dead giveaway and before she can ask any questions, you look away, "Yeah, I have more stories."

"Well, come on," you guys walk out of the station, the cold air hitting your faces. The tip of your nose immediately being covered by your scarf.

"I need to be drunk to tell you more stories," your friend laughs before lightly pushing you. You were grateful she wasn't too pushy about Kita, after all, talking about him felt like an intimate story in itself. He wasn't someone you wanted to brag about nor bring the spotlight to. He was someone you whispered about, as if afraid to forget the memories with him, someone you held close to your heart despite the fact it has been 4 years. You thought that memories were something that everyone needed; it’s a reminder of hard times, unforgettable moments and unique experiences.

"Well, give me a hint, feed my imagination a bit."

"Mhmm, well I could tell you about when we fell into a lake together," you see how her face drops, "or when stayed up late and just looked at the stars, or maybe-"

"Okay, how does this Friday sound?"

note: AH I LOVE THIS MAN smmmm, i have so many ideas for this trope or au, maybe other characters, i wanna thank for the amazing inspo from a great mutual:))) who wants to remain anonymous but you know who you are.

#kita shinsuke #he has my heart #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #x reader #fanfic #fluff #like always #i'll probably edit this again hahaha

[akishojou]

The Delinquent, And Princess

Summary:

As long as you could remember you always been your brothers little princess they spoil you with gifts, and affection as years pass by they began to get more protective, doting, and over baring fed up with this you decided to get back at them by doing the one thing that you know they'd hate.

Ending

"Are you sure it's fine, for me to go to the meeting?" You asked him, while you, and Chifuyu were at the new café having lunch with your older brothers he had gotten a call from one of the members of Toman, and had ask you to go with him.

"Yeah, it's fine, Baji, said that he wanted to meet you for some reason." He said, and you look at the blond confused why would a member of Toman want to meet you? He walked in front of you going up the temple you stopped again, and took a breath.

"Damn it! Why does it always to be stairs?" You asked, and Chifuyu turned to you he turn on his back, then crouch down.

"Get on, my back." He said, and you turn to the blond then instantly jumped on his back Chifuyu groaned a bit then began carrying you up the stairs.

"I think, I'm now liking this mode of transportation." You told him.

"Well, yeah, don't get use to it it's only a one time deal." He said, and you pouted at the male though if his being honest, he doesn't really mind carrying you surprisingly your not that heavily considering how much food you can eat.

"You know, I'm surprise your actually not that heavy considering how much you eat." He told you, and you gasped at him.

"Hey! I am of average weight!" You said, then a smile crept up his lips your actually kind of cute when your angry while carrying you up to the temple, you've found yourself braiding the side of Chifuyu's hair while humming a small tune.

"You better not be braiding my hair, (name)." He said, and you pouted at him.

"Your no fun, Chifuyu-kun." You told him, then he stopped his walking you looked up and jolted seeing scary looking males staring at the both of you.

"Aw, isn't that sweet, little Chifuyu is carrying his girlfriend." You hear a voice say, and you turn to see a long haired ravenette male you gripped onto Chifuyu's shoulders more tightly.

"(name), can you please get off n-" Chifuyu cut himself off feeling your hands began to shake, were you scared? The blond walk towards the bench, and sat you down he turned to you.

"You okay?" He asked, then you look up at him.

"Oh, uhm, yeah, just a bit scared I guess, hehe." You said, and laughed nervously Chifuyu got up then grab your hand he sits down beside you.

"We can stay here until you feel comfortable to talk to them." He told you, and you smiled at the blond then interlaced your fingers with his a sudden cough is heard you two look up, seeing the Toman staring at you both.

"So, Chifuyu, aren't you going to introduce us to your guest?" Mikey asked, and Chifuyu turned to his leader.

"Oh, right. This is, (name), my girlfriend." He told him, and raised the hand holding you, then wrap it around your shoulder pulling you close to him.

"Wait, are you sure that even in junior high school? I though you were a college student." You said after getting introduced with everyone, and enough reassurance from Chifuyu you began to get comfortable with each of the members.

Right now, you are being introduced to Draken who had just told you that he is a junior high schooler like you, and your supposed boyfriend.

"No, really, his in junior high school." Mikey Toman's gang leader told you, and you just the shorter blond a 'don't bullshit with me' look your head still couldn't wrap around the idea of Draken being a junior high schooler.

"Draken, how old are you?" You asked.

"Huh? I'm 15 years old." He said, and you gasped then pointed at him.

"That's lie! 15 year olds can't grow up as tall as you!" You told him, and Draken just smirked then crouched down to your level one hand went to his hip, while the other is over your head.

"Maybe, if you wish hard you'd reach my height." He teased, and you look at him annoyed after being introduced to the Toman Chifuyu, had grab your hand deciding to take you home before the festival tonight.

"(name), Takamechi, told me about the festival that's going on tonight, I was thinking, maybe if you'd like to go with me?" He asked, and you smiled up at him then nodded.

"Yeah, I'd love too, Chifuyu-kun." You said, and you felt his hand tighten.

"I mean, as my date." He told you, still unable to look at you feeling your cheeks get hot you look down at your shoes, then a smile went up to your lips.

"Yeah, it's a date."

#chifuyu x reader #tokyo revengers #manga #anime / manga #chifuyu matsuno x reader #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu x y/n #draken x female reader

[imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters]

Chapter 8 Disappointment

I do not own Harry Potter or the Characters created by Rowling

So...when I first wrote this...I don’t even know how long ago, it was low *cough* highkey crappily written and the chapters were much shorter. This was originally 1,895 words. Now it is 2,253 words. That means I made this 358 words longer.

Also! Now in the Masterlist there is a link to a playlist for the story! Warning, I do have some things pre-planned so there may be spoilers if you think on it for a moment!

Anyways, this is also posted onto my Fanfiction.net account SomeKind0fMagic and my Wattpad somekindofmagic1 so you can check it out on there too!

But anywho, hope you enjoy!

Love Z <3

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March and April went by quickly. Soon they were nearing the end of May and the end of their first year. Albus only told Anne what happened with James after she convinced him that he would probably feel better afterwards. And even though he refused to admit it, mostly because he didn’t want to admit that she was right as usual, he did feel better. They both agreed to not tell Scorpius as they both knew what he could, or would, do if given the chance. 

But as they neared the end of the year, Albus began to have an increase of worry. After he had heard what his Uncle had said, and what James had told him, anything to do with Ron became a tense affair. Of course that was only when he saw him, but the downside was that his parents and his Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron were very close. His Aunt and Uncle were his dad’s best friends in school. They all joke that his Aunt was the only reason he survived school. And even if it wasn’t for his dad and them, his mum and Aunt were close. And his Uncle was his mums brother (while not her favorite, he was the closest to her age and lived the closest).

He knew that his parents would invite them over all of the time. And he didn’t wish to see how bad it would be to be around Rose. She was annoying and difficult enough while they were at school, he didn’t want to see how bad she could get outside. He didn’t mind his younger cousin, Hugo. He never made an effort to be an ass. But even Albus knows that the poor kid is easily influenced and sees his father as the best thing in the world. That he would do anything he asked and believe anything he says. Plus, Albus also knew that if Hugo gets sorted into Gryffindor, James and Rose would take advantage of that fact. Make up lies and make him their perfect little toy.

And knowing how his mother was, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide up in his room. And the more he thought of it, the more he realized that he could just hangout with his little sister. Downside to that was that she had friends of her own that she could hangout with. He could go to Shell Cottage, assuming that Dom would be there. Or he could stay at Weasleys Wizards Wheezes, he knew his Uncle George wouldn’t mind. But then again, James and Fred were there a bunch, so he wouldn’t be able to get away from them. He never understood Fred. He seemed okay with his sorting, but as the year went on, he became more and more of an ass to Albus. 

And then again, he did remember Scorpius mentioning how he was usually bored being an only child and that his parents were okay with him staying over. And if he wanted to go over, they said it was perfectly fine. And there was even Annie. She always talks about how her siblings are annoying and would do anything to get away from them. So he could always steal her away from them if he wanted to. They both could just go and annoy Scorpius even if they wished. 

In the end, he decided that he would just figure it all out when it happened.

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Scorpius pulled his tie loose and shed himself of his black robe. “Why the bloody hell is it so hot?”

Albus, who had his tie undone completely and the top two buttons of his top undone, his robe in his arm as well, ran a hand through his hair, something that wasn’t helping with this heat. “Because, mother nature knew we were getting too pale and needed more light.” Anne rolled her eyes, she brushed her bangs out of her face for what, at least to Albus, seemed like it was the 100th time. “Y’know, there’s this thing called a headband that you could use. I’m pretty sure I bought you one for Christmas.”

She scoffed and casually retorted, “Well there’s another thing called a hairbrush, maybe you’ve heard of it? It helps keep your hair neat. Or how about hair gel? Another thing that helps your hair in one place.”

He shrugged, “I like it messy, not messing with it gives me more time to sleep in the morning.”

Scorpius shook his head, “No, you just hate that brushes tend to break whenever you use them.”

Albus shrugged at Scorpius’s comment, “So what?”

“It wouldn’t do that if you brushed it more than just once a month.”

“Twice a month, actually.” Albus quipped quickly.

Anne rolled her eyes again, “As if that is any better?”

“It is, I used to do it once a week, but I figured, you know what? My hair is impossible to tame, why not just embrace it.”

“You’re lazy Albus.”

“Of course I am, my dear, someone in this group has to be.”

She sighed, “Whatever.” And now, finally taking off her own robes, “You guys aren’t wrong, it is hot.”

“Ha! Took ya long enough.” She rolled her eyes and rolled up her sleeves. The boys quickly joined her in doing that.

“At least we only have a few weeks after we go back home and can wear whatever we want everyday.”

“I just can’t wait to ditch these robes. They only work during the cold months when we’re freezing our asses off.”

Scorpius and Anne laughed at Albus’s comment. But still agreed with him. They all couldn’t wait until they could wear lighter clothes than their school robes.

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“Hey Annie?” She hummed in response, “Do you have anyone starting Hogwarts next year?”

Not even looking up from her History of Magic textbook and paper, she replied, “My sisters Liana and Alexa. They turned 11 last November.” She glanced up at Albus through her glasses, “You?”

He nodded, “Yeah, 3 of my cousins.”

“Yeah? What’re their names?” 

“Well, there’s Louis, he’s Vics’ little brother, come August, he’ll turn 11. Then there’s Lucy, Mollys’ little sis.” He laughed,  “Trust me when I say that she's not as uptight as Molly. And uh, she turned 11 last...I wanna say September but I honestly have no clue. Then finally, there’s Roxanne. She Freds’ younger sister, and I know she turned 11 in January.” He rolled his eyes, “Some people kept bringing it up over Christmas.”

She nodded, turning the page of the textbook and copying something down onto her parchment. “That sounds nice. Are you close with them?”

He shrugged and tried to see what she was copying, “I guess. I’m kinda closer to Louis and Vic’s sister Dom. She’s our age, but decided to go to Beauxbatons instead though. She ‘likes that family more’. Which is totally understandable.” He sighed, “What about you? Are you close to those two sisters?”

“Meh, we get along, but we’re sisters so we fight a bunch.”

He nodded, “Ah, makes sense, I guess.”

She laughed softly, “You really don’t, do you?” She sighed as he shook his head, “Well, basically, we’re girls. Geneivieve, Alexa, Liana, and I fight all the time over stupid things like hair brushes or how long the other has been in the bathroom. Of course I have my even younger sisters, but they’re too young for me to need to argue with them about those things yet.” She finally looked at him fully, “I do feel sorry for my brothers on occasion. They have to deal with us all the time.”S he snorted, “I think they sneak into a guest bathroom when we’re arguing.”

He looked at her confused, “Wait...if you have a guest bathroom, then why do you fight over the bathroom?”

“We actually have multiple bathrooms. But there’s only one in our hallway.”

He was about to make another comment when they heard Holly Avery’s voice break out, “Albus, if you were a girl and Lily’s sister instead of brother, you would understand what she’s talking about.”

They looked back at Holly. Her short hair that had been growing out since the beginning of the school year was now reaching below her shoulders. Her own History of Magic textbook in her lap. “Seriously, sisters fight over the dumbest things. Olive and I fight over the dumbest things. For example, over break, she got mad at me cause she claimed that I stole her shirt. I didn’t by the way. It was mine originally. Not my fault she can fit into a kids shirt.”

And it was as if Olivia heard Holly talking about her as they soon heard her voice coming to argue with her sister. Albus and Anne turned back around. For a few minutes, they sat there in silence, finishing their work. “Sometimes I wish my parents didn’t have so many kids.” Albus looked at Anne with confusion. He had never heard her say anything like that before. “And...I don’t know, maybe it’s selfish, but I wish I was an only child. I think Scor is lucky with that.”

He tilted his head to the side, “Why?”

She sighed and sat her quill down, “Because, then I would have my parents undivided attention and maybe wouldn’t feel like a disappointment to them.” She said the last part so softly that he barely heard it. But he felt a pang in his chest when he heard her. He understood what she meant. He hated that he did. Especially since he didn’t a year ago. But he just nodded silently in agreement. I didn’t want to be one until recently.

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Albus stared at the top of the curtains above his bed. Why did Annie say that to him? They hadn’t been friends for nearly as long as Scorpius and her had been. Unless he knew? No, he knows her better than that. So why? She never seemed like she wanted that, never did she complain about how she didn’t get attention at home. Maybe something had happened over Easter break. She did seem upset afterwards.

He rolled over to his side. Thinking about what she had said. Partially that she would have their undivided attention. But mostly how she said she wouldn’t feel like she would like she was a disappointment. He wondered if that was what this pain he always felt after he dealt with his family. Disappointment. That he was one.

He remembered back to when he would always listen to what James thought. That ended before he had even started Hogwarts. He thought and began to realize that it was when James himself started Hogwarts. Albus remembered how James was before Hogwarts. The older brother who genuinely cared about both of his siblings. Even if he was being a dick. He still cared. Even if he was terrorizing them, he cared.

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James chased Albus in the backyard with a stick. The younger brother was crying because the older had been chasing him for what felt like hours. He could hardly breathe and his small legs were killing him. He was so focused on running away from his brother that he didn’t notice the hole in the ground that their dog had dug. His foot got caught in it and he fell onto the ground. 

Once he felt his body collide with the hard ground, he started to cry more. He heard James telling him to calm down. That he was okay. But Albus didn’t listen. He kept crying until he screamed for his mum. James was still trying to get him to be quiet and stop crying. Soon after they both heard their mum's voice yelling at them.

“James, Albus, what is happening?”

They looked over and saw their mum running over to them with their younger sister, Lily, on her hip.

“I didn’t push him, mummy! I promise!”

She handed Lily to James and kneeled down to Albus’s level. “What happened, sweetheart?”

“J-Jamie ch-chased me!” He hiccuped, “And I-I fall.”

“Did he push you?” Albus shook his head. “Did you trip over one of the holes that Sirius dug?” He nodded his head. “Where does it hurt?”

“An-kle.”

“Your Ankle?” He nodded, “Alright then.” She carefully grabbed his ankle and looked at it. After a moment she kissed his ankle softly, “I think you just twisted it sweetheart.” She stood and picked Albus up and started to walk towards the house. “James?”

“Yeah?”

“You know you need to be careful with Albus and Lily. I know Al is only 2 years younger, but at your age that’s big. Okay?”

James nodded, “I understand mummy. Won’t happen again! I promise!”

“Good.”

“Are you disappointed in me?”

“I could never be disappointed in any of you.” Their mum said as she ran her hand through Albus’s hair as he began to doze off.

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Albus missed when James would be a dick and then apologize. When he was a normal fucking brother. When he still called Albus a brother. When James didn’t make Albus feel like no one cared about him. He didn’t understand why it was like this. 12 year old Albus S. Potter had no idea why James S. Potter treated him the way that he did. 

All because he was a Slytherin.

All because he was a disappointment to his family.

The tears started to fall as he curled into a ball. 

How long had it been since he started disappointing them?

#harry #potter #harry potter #next #gen #harry potter next gen #harry potter next gen fic #harry potter oc #harry potter next gen oc #oc #albus potter #scorpius malfoy #easy to hate #easy to hate chapter 8

[elysianslove]

ay yo? lmao haiiiii any chance we can get some haikyuu boys and nicknames they'd call their s/o? a lil deprived of kageyama, so if possible can you pls include him?? i hope you're doing well :)

omg wait i remember seeing this in my inbox and planning on answering it but i ,,, i forgot :( im sorry :( but here it is lovely <3 

HAIKYUU BOYS AND NICKNAMES 

ANGEL ! — 

akaashi; out of all his nicknames for you, this is his favorite!! he just thinks it’s very fitting for you, because you’re nothing short of ethereal for him. loves to say it when he’s first greeting you or as he kisses you gn or!!! when he says thank you :) 

osamu; it slips sometimes with him!! not his go-to but it’s very familiar on his tongue when it comes to you, and that’s very endearing :,) just slips casually when he’s asking you a question like, “angel, do we need milk?”  

daichi; omg he usually adds to it and it ends up being some cheesy stuff like “angel-face” and it makes you all flustered because wtf man :( and he always says it while laughing teasingly too ugh :( 

suna; suna has the cheesiest nicknames for you and you cannot convince me otherwise, and you can never tell if it’s genuine or ironic but,,, it doesn’t matter. he sounds so sweet calling you “angel” so whatever :) 

aran; this man. this man. he says it cause he knows it has you weak. he says it so lovingly, so sweetly, so casually, so suave and relaxed and his voice is so smooth and deep. who wouldn’t be swooning over him??? 

aone; AONE AONE PLS AONE PLEASE. he’d just think it’s such a sweet and kind and soft nickname and he likes the way it sounds when it’s whispered and he thinks nothing is more perfect than nicknaming you angel and he says it all the time like “ok, angel,” and “see you tomorrow, angel,” and, “love you, angel,” and it’s so quiet but so sweet hwbwjsjd 

oikawa; he’s about to be in 90% of these cause he’ll be calling you anything but your name. is it because he wants to be annoying and to get on your nerves? or is it because he genuinely means it? the world will never know. you’re not even sure he himself does. 

DOLL ! — 

matsukawa; are you kidding me this is his. it’s HIS. he sounds so hot saying it and he looks so hot saying it and he’s so charming and it’s so like easy on his tongue. and he has a slight drawl to it too and he always says it with this aura of relaxation and ease it’s so hot. he just. he loves it. he loves you. you love it. the world is a better place. 

atsumu; he thinks he’s way cooler than he is when he says it. you suppose he is pretty hot when he calls you doll but you’re not gonna tell him that!!! it’s not his go-to but you can catch it slipping off his tongue every once in a while. 

kuroo; yesyesyes he loves it. only ever says it when he’s so up close and personal with you like cups your cheeks and hovers his lips against yours like, “heya, doll,” and he’s just so handsome. ugh. 

kageyama; at the start of your relationship, kageyama called you by your name and nothing else!! but then he had like this talk w someone and they asked him what he calls you and he realized like,,, am i supposed to be doing it differently??? spent so long just searching up “cute nicknames for my s/o” and then he found “doll” and was like ok. i’ll try. and he tried!! and it stuck!! plus timeskip kags calling you doll??? that’s so hot bye

oikawa; this might be the only sincere nickname he has for you cause everything else is either to provoke you or to be cringy and annoying. and i’m sure you prefer doll over sweet cheeks and pumpkin pie and cinnamon whatever like you hungry tōru?? anyways he loves loves loves calling you doll cause he thinks it’s such a ? smooth and serene nickname? and his voice always gets deeper and quiet when he says it so!!!! 

SUNSHINE ! — 

hinata; please he is all the sunshine, but he always claims that you’re the true sun in his life. idk hinata would be so lame yet so cute like that :( and he always says it with such a big grin he’s so cute pls :( 

tendō; he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute !!!!! your contact name is “my sunshine” definitely definitely definitely. he is literally in love with you and wants the whole world to know it. he loves screaming it out for everyone to hear but also absolutely adores like hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear as he kisses your cheek, “hey, sunshine.” :(((((

kenma; kenma doesn’t wanna think too hard on the whole nicknames thing but he also does kind of sort of really wants to call you something special and the first thing that pops in his head is sunshine. first time he used it you were Shocked but he was acting nonchalant about it (read: freaking out on the inside) and you were like “ok guess im sunshine now.” and you are his sunshine to this day. 

BABY/BABE ! — 

atsumu; it’s easy and it’s endearing!! he personally loves being called babe but he loves hugging you close to him after a long day and just sighing, “hey, baby,” like. he loves it okay. he thinks it’s perfect cause it fits and cause it’s like kinda traditional yk!! 

bokuto; he loves calling you baby cause he just cannot fathom that you’re his like he loves to always say it!!! and he loves how casual it is too like he can just call you that?? that’s so cool?? 

iwaizumi; again with the traditional but endearing and fitting. he doesn’t have to think too hard on it, but also it still means something and is more than just your name or a shorter version of it. also he sounds so hot calling you baby or babe idk i just know it. 

hanamaki; king of “babe! babe :( babeeee! babee. babe come on! babe! baby :(” you’re 99% sure he’s just provoking you at this point. like say babe one more time. but he actually loves resorting to baby, especially when you’re upset and he wants to be as endearing and kind as he can to you. 

daichi; very traditional too tbh. honestly when you two first started dating it was all he could think of saying without feeling awkward or feeling like he was trying too hard. later on when he started to feel more comfortable and more secure he got more creative. 

nishinoya; he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. the moment he can actually call someone his baby or babe. it’s his favorite and possibly only nickname (aside calling you pretty or gorgeous or handsome) and it will always be. 

MY LOVE ! —

akaashi; definitely definitely definitely calls you “my love” like i am 100% sure of this. akaashi is just so. he’s just so romantic but it’s also so unintentional? he says it because it feels natural and it feels right like you are his love after all, aren’t you? 

sakusa; he’s not one for elaborate nicknames honestly, and he feels like “my love” is the right balance of sweet, kind, fitting, and subtle and serene. it’s not doing too much but it’s also doing more than enough yk? also people that look like they would wear a trench coat/blazer and a turtleneck beneath also look like they would use the term “my love” hence sakusa and akaashi. 

tendō; i am telling you guys he is a simp. the loveliest simp ever. he says it so sweetly too like it genuinely makes your tummy twist and heart backflip when you hear him say it cause you can hear how genuine he is in his words oh my god. 

kita; he just !!! he is just husband material okay!!! he is so endearing and he says it in the softest most genuine voice ever and it’s literally his go to because yes you are his love you’re his entire world!!! he loves you!! he wants you to know it every time he calls out to you!! 

BUNNY/PUPPY ! —

bokuto; ARE YOU KIDDING ME. HE LOVES IT. he. loves it. he just finds it so cute and like. he loves the way he associates it with you now. prefers puppy over bunny but like. he loves both. he adores both. 

matsukawa; calls you bunny all the time. not more than doll, but it’s definitely so common. he won’t use it around others not because it’s embarrassing but more because he kinda wants it to be just a thing between the two of you, honestly. 

kenma; IT SLIPPED ONCE AND HE WAS LIKE. A DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS. he calls you bunny!! sometimes, not always. when he wants something from you mostly. “pass me the water.” “no.” “bunny please :(” it works like magic every time. 

oikawa; oh my god can you imagine??? he loves it so much because one, he thinks it’s such a cute nickname props to whoever decided let’s use pets as literal pet names, but also two, he thinks nothing describes you or fits you better. you are just his bunny :( his puppy :( he loves you :( 

kageyama; timeskip kageyama calls you puppy. i have nothing more to say.

hinata; timeskip hinata calls you puppy. again, i shall say no more. 

suna; hello !!! he loves to call you bunny and/or puppy. the feel of satisfaction he gets when he calls you that like ,,, he feels like you’re properly his yk? yk.

KITTEN ! — 

kuroo; this one is for him and only him. 

LOVELY ! — (maybe sweetheart too) 

osamu; is there anything more beautiful than a tired osamu snuggling up to yoi and with a deep gravely voice saying, “missed you, lovely,” ? no there is not. it’s his favorite nickname for you, and he uses it all the time!! kisses your forehead as he leaves and tells you, “have a good day, lovely,” and comes back home and says, “hiya, lovely,” and tilts his head when you wanna talk to him about something like, “what’s up lovely?” cause you are his lovely, you’re his loveliest. 

sugawara; i have no other explanation other than i can picture it perfectly. he thinks it’s the best choice of a pet name he’s ever chosen and thought of. and he loves the smile on your face whenever he says it, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever <3 

BAE ! —

hanamaki; is it a joke? is it not? both. 

okay im sure i missed so many boys but i can’t think of any rn bc it’s like. hella late :( but i wanted to put something out for you guys!! point is, if i didnt mention a boy and you want to know, send me an ask!! and if i didn’t mention a nickname and you want to know that too? send me an ask well!! ill be happy to answer it <3 

love u all mwah <3 

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #akaashi x reader #miya osamu x reader #daichi x reader #suna x reader #aran x reader #aone x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #tendo x reader #kenma x reader #miya atsumu x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa x reader #nishinoya x reader #sal’s fluff tag <3

[volturiwolf]

Unorthodox - An Embry Call x vampire!fem!Reader Story - Part 2

A/N: This part is a bit longer than the first one, as I had to add the pack's reaction to the imprint - @foreveror-never suggested it, and I was thinking about it, so I added it.

A/N 2: (Y/N) loves expensive and lavish things - you will see it here and in later chapters

A/N 3: As Paul is 16 (a minor), I think Rachel (his imprint/Jacob's sister) should also be a minor, so I imagine her a year younger than Paul, Jacob, Quil, Jared, and Embry, at 15.

No of Words: 5600+

Through the parts, mentions of: Abusive relationship, Attacks, Hunt, Illusions, Loneliness, Mental health, Murder, Sex / Sex language / Sexual activities, Suicide, Swear language, Wild imagination

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Part 1

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(Y/N)’s POV

The past few days had been filled with nerves and anxiety. We couldn’t understand who could have been behind the events in Seattle, and that kept us on edge. This graduation party was the last thing we needed right now, but Carlisle and Esme still agreed to go along with it for Alice’s sake, but most importantly for Bella, as it was her first graduation.

I decided that I would have a good time myself, not worry about my thoughts for once, and just let loose. Carlisle and Esme left the house to ourselves, as they preferred to go out on a romantic walk. Bella just arrived at the party but did not notice me, as she turned around.

That’s when I smelled the “mutts”, as the five Cullen siblings called the wolves. The stink now was unlike anything they had described to me - dirt, mold, wet dog, canned dog food? It was difficult to describe it, but it left my nose burning.

Among the smells, there was another one, far more pleasant than the stink I smelled before. It smelled like wood, pine, grass, the ocean. It smelled better than blood, better than anything I have ever smelled in my life. It smelled like warmth and home. I didn’t quite fully comprehend it, but it smelled familiar like it was calling me.

I turned to look at Bella, and she was already talking with Jacob, who stank so much by now. I played it cool, trying not to breathe, so I wouldn’t have to get out of here earlier than I had planned.

“Was my right hook too subtle for you?” I laughed at Bella’s words, as I remember telling us how she broke her hand punching Jacob in the face.

He was now trying to apologize to her, but it didn’t feel too genuine for me. Well, that was just me though, as she seemed to be relaxing a bit from her previous defensive attitude. I walked by Bella’s side just as Jacob was handing her her “graduation present”, a wolf bracelet.

“Hey, Bells!” I greeted and side-hugged Bella carefully. I turned towards Jacob, smiling widely and extending my hand towards him. “Hi, I’m (Y/N)! You must be Jacob. I’ve heard so many things about you.” He ignored me, rolling his eyes, probably annoyed I interrupted his conversation with Bella. I wouldn’t let the wolf ruin my mood. So, I just smiled and turned towards the two that were accompanying Jacob tonight.

“Hi! I’m (Y/N).” I extended my hand for them to shake. The shorter boy, with the slightly curly hair, shook my hand first.

“Hi, I’m Quil. I think we met the other day.” He smiled at me.

“Yes! You were on patrol with Paul, right? You replaced Edward and me? Nice to meet you!” I felt Jacob shaking his head behind me at the mention of Edward’s name. Pfft, get over yourself, big guy.

“Yeah, exactly! It’s nice meeting you, too.” Quil’s face lit up, the cold attitude that he had a few days ago nowhere to be seen. He actually seemed pretty nice. “By the way, this is my friend, Embry. He is part of our pack.”

I turned to look at the other guy, who stood a few inches taller than Quil, extending my hand, waiting for him to shake it. “Hi, I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you, Embry!” I chirped in. He was totally gorgeous, and if I could blush, my whole face would be burning by now.

He lifted his face to look at me, and the moment our eyes met, he froze at his place. I felt a fire burning inside me, and electricity passing through my body. My mind cleared up completely, for the first time ever since I became a vampire. I could now see what he was thinking about. I saw us running through the woods - Embry in his wolf form; us laughing at the beach; I saw myself lying in his arms.

I was taken aback. Embry was still frozen to his place, his eyes looking at me widely, and Quil had to start shaking him to bring him back to reality. He came back just in time I heard and saw Alice coming down the stairs. She suddenly froze. Bella also noticed and we both excused ourselves to stand in front of the small brunette vampire.

I stood in front of Alice, watching the images in her head. I saw Riley Biers, the guy who had been missing for over a year now, his face plastered on posters all over Forks. He was holding a red blouse, and he was giving it around to the newborns to sniff it. I saw him and the newborns swimming and walking towards Forks. The vision stopped and I started panicking. I didn’t even notice Embry coming to stand beside me until I felt the warmth radiating off his body.

“Alice, what’d you see?” Bella was starting to panic.

Alice looked at me, her face just as upset as mine probably was. “The decision’s been made.”

Jacob came to stand beside Bella. “What’s going on?”

Realization hit Bella. “You’re not going to Seattle.”

“No. They’re coming here.”

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I called Carlisle and thankfully, he came as soon as he could. Alice went to get Edward and Jasper, and along with the wolves and Bella, we all walked in the small patio, not able to wait any longer for the guests to leave the house.

It was a complicated and upsetting situation. We came to the conclusion that the newborn army could not just have been created by Riley Biers; there must have been someone else behind it.

Jacob, Embry, and Quil quietly agreed with each other, deciding to fight the newborns along with us. Bella was currently trying to prevent Jacob from fighting the newborns, afraid that he could hurt himself.

I looked at Embry, who was already looking at me. I may have not known him at all, but I couldn’t bear the thought of him fighting the newborns. He could be the greatest fighter of all for all I know, but newborns are not to be taken lightly. They are lethal. I was talking from my own experience and other newborns I met along the way.

Newborns are uncontrollable and vicious, the only thing we ever think about at that stage of our life is blood and how to soothe our never-ending thirst. At that point, we are way superior in every sense than any other vampire. Our senses are heightened, our stamina much greater, our strength far greater. We are designed to kill at that point, and the only thing that can stop us is our very own vanity and carelessness.

I didn’t know how the wolves would be able to deal with them, without getting themselves hurt. I would never say they were incapable of fighting or they were weaker than us, but, at least, we could, more or less, know what it feels like being a newborn, driven by a sort of madness, your vanity, your thirst; all these were things the wolves would not be able to understand.

Carlisle turned to Jacob. “We’ll all need some training. Fighting newborns requires knowledge that Jasper has. You’re welcome to join us.”

“Right. Name the time and place.” Jacob seemed too confident in himself.

Carlisle turned at me. “(Y/N)? Will you join us?”

I felt everyone’s eyes on me. “Of course. I will fight with you. You are my family after all. Whoever is behind this, won’t even know I exist.”

Carlisle nodded at me and then turned to the three wolves before us. “Tomorrow, 1 pm. We’ll meet at a clearing 4 miles southeast from here. It will give us enough space and privacy, away from the town.”

Jacob nodded and he and Quil went to leave but stopped once they saw that Embry was still looking at me. I felt an urge to fall into his arms, to talk to him, but I also knew that this relationship could probably never work. I just needed time to think. So, when I saw Embry taking a few steps towards me, I turned to Carlisle.

“Carlisle, I’ll be going now. I’ll meet you all tomorrow.” I turned to Embry to look at him one last time, mouthing a “Sorry, I need some time” to him, before running towards the stairs as humanly fast as possible, and down to the garage to take my car.

I was thankful now that I convinced Carlisle and Esme to allow me to have my own space. They knew we would be close to each other, but they understood and respected my need for privacy. When I found a nice house, about 1 mile southeast from the Cullens, I moved all my stuff there.

I also got myself a few cars, just in case I needed to go anywhere and didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention. Something which I now thought I did not manage to achieve, as my Lamborghini Murciélago LP650-4 Roadster drew too much attention, not quite fitting for the small town of Forks. The exclusivity in its production and availability made it stand out even more than the other Murciélago editions.

However, instead of going home, I drove up to Port Angeles. I left my car near the warehouses down at the docks, and jumped to the sea, swimming all the way across to Vancouver Island. I just wanted to get away, maybe hunt, go somewhere that neither Embry nor any other wolf could reach for now.

I needed time for myself, with myself, just to think about everything. Bella and, with extension, the Cullens were hunted down by newborns; I mated with the wolf; the wolf mated with me; vampires and wolves do not get along - I would say they hate each other, but Embry’s and Quil’s attitude did not clearly state that, and, above all, my head had started killing me again.

I didn’t realize it quite as quickly but, as long as I was near Embry’s presence, everything was clear, specified, and understandable. The moment I left his side, everything started becoming unbearable. More confusing and complicated than it was before. It was as if Embry unraveled the mysteries and knots I had in my head and when I left, I took the pain and complications of being away from a mate with me, in my head. I just wished for once that my mind was clear and stable, and I now knew what I had to do.

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Embry’s POV

“You what?” Paul had been screaming for a solid 10 minutes, pacing back and forth around Emily and Sam’s living room.

Thankfully, Sam, having expected such reactions, managed to drag Emily out of the house in time, telling her to go to Billy’s as fast as she could. Paul was fuming, and Sam knew that he had to put his imprint’s life first before Paul did anything to put her life in danger.

“Paul, CALM DOWN! You’re going to break the house down!” Leah screamed back at him.

“How do you expect me to calm down, Leah? Didn’t you hear what he said?" Paul’s hand pointed at me. “HE IMPRINTED ON A LEECH!” He snarled, sitting back down on his chair.

“I heard what he said, Paul! I, too, am disgusted, especially with how my little brother seems a bit too excited about this!” Leah was now staring at Seth, a mix of disgust and anger on her face.

“What?” Seth shrugged, smiling. “Quil said she was cool.” Quil nodded in agreement, smiling widely. “Besides, she’s hanging out with the Cullens. She has to be one of the good vampires, right?”

Paul and Jacob hit their fists down at the table, growling. I jumped a bit, taken aback by their actions. I knew Jacob didn’t like the Cullens, but what was Paul’s issue? She was MY imprint after all.

“Don’t you dare break this table!” Sam snarled at the two wolves. “You don’t choose who you imprint to. You two should know that!” Sam was staring between the two boys, who sat across from each other, around Emily and Sam’s dining table.

“Embry?” I lifted my head to look at the Alpha. All this time, I felt as if Paul put me up against a wall, and just yelled at me for no reason. “You good?” I simply nodded, not being able to say a word, in fear of triggering Paul once again.

Paul turned his head to look at the Alpha. “Are you serious, Sam? She’s a fucking bloodsucker! Just because Embry imprinted on her, does NOT mean she does NOT drink blood!” Paul was hitting his palm on the table with every word he said.

“No, it does not. But, because she’s Embry’s imprint, it means that we won’t have to worry about her like we do for the Cullens. Embry, I would like to meet her eventually. After the battle, of course; we first have to focus on fighting off those newborns.” I nodded at Sam, relieved that he was willing to meet (Y/N).

“Meet her? You mean bring her here? Are you crazy, Sam? Jared! You are not gonna say anything?” Paul turned to look at our packmate who was now munching on his third chocolate chip muffin that Emily had baked for the evening.

Jared looked around as everyone’s eyes fell on him. “What?”

“Sam wants to meet the leech. Here!” Jacob answered back at him.

“Oh, okay.”

“Are you serious, dude?” Paul widened his eyes, looking at Jared angrily.

“What? I don’t mind (Y/N). Plus, one less mouth to feed.” Jared grinned, while Quil and Seth burst laughing.

Paul was shaking by now, as he practically jumped out of his chair, and ran out of the house. I was worried about him and the pack - half of the pack was accepting and willing to give (Y/N) a chance, and the other half could not accept that she was my imprint, and I couldn’t do anything to change that. I didn’t want to change that. I always craved to find my imprint, and now that I found her, I would not let anyone take her away from me.

Vampire or not, she was my imprint, and the pack had to accept that and move on. The pack’s law stated that no wolf could turn against another wolf’s imprint - that was what bothered Paul so much. His clear hatred towards vampires would inevitably expand to (Y/N), and now he couldn’t do anything to her. I understood Leah hating on the vampires - the redhead was responsible for her father’s death, and the Cullens’ very presence triggered her transformation, making her the first known female shapeshifter. However, she hated the wrong vampire - (Y/N) was not the issue here, the redhead was.

We sat around the table for a solid hour, not talking, just thinking. Jared was on his tenth muffin by now - “nervous eating” he was calling it. Nobody from the rest of us was hungry anymore; we were all worried for Paul, for me imprinting on a vampire, for tomorrow’s training with the Cullens, for the upcoming battle.

We heard someone coming closer to the house from afar - sniffing the air around, we knew it was Paul. He entered the house, looking calmer than he did before. He came to my side, extending his hand to me. The moment I grabbed his, he pulled me up and into his arms in a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry, brother. I should have not overreacted. I know you cannot control the imprint. I’m just..worried, scared, for everyone. I’m sorry for what I said.” Paul was..apologizing? Paul NEVER apologized. I knew he meant it though.

“It’s alright, Paul. I just need you all to accept her; whatever she chooses to do with me, with the imprinting, you’ll have to accept her. She will have to be protected and taken care of, just like any other imprint.” I felt Paul tense a bit under our embrace. “Paul, I trust her. She’s good.”

“Okay, I trust you if you think she won’t harm anyone. I guess she is welcome to visit.” Paul pulled away and grinned.

“Thank you. It means a lot to me. Truly.” I smiled back, and he playfully smacked my arm, laughing.

We turned to look back at the others. Everyone nodded, even Leah and Jacob who seemed reluctant and reserved at first. Only Seth was smiling widely.

“Great! A new friend for me!” He stood up, doing his “happy dance”.

Oh, God! What have I gotten (Y/N) into?

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(Y/N)’s POV

It was almost 1 pm by now, and I was driving down towards the clearing. I spent my night hunting in Vancouver Island, before swimming back to Port Angeles sometime in the morning. I took my time to dry, and I changed into new clothes I kept in my car. I once again thanked the constantly cloudy weather that has become synonymous with the state of Washington but was actually ideal for me and other vampires to walk around quite unnoticed.

I arrived at the clearing just a couple of minutes after Edward and Bella arrived; everyone was present, even the wolves, who I knew would not trust us just yet to be in their human forms, and it was understandable. Just because Embry and I had a connection did not mean that we would demand the wolves to be vulnerable in front of us. They had the right to be just as suspicious towards the Cullens as the Cullens seemed to be towards the wolves.

They all seemed to have been waiting for me, as Carlisle started speaking the moment I came to stand between Esme and Edward, nearby Alice and Bella. Edward would be the translator between us and the wolves. Carlisle welcomed them and explained how the newborn vampires differ from us, after Sam’s inquiry. Jasper started talking about how they differ in numbers from regular human armies and gave a few tips on dealing with them.

“Now, the two most important things to remember are, first, never let them get their arms around you. They’ll crush you instantly. And second, never go for the obvious kill. They’ll be expecting that, and you will lose.” I saw a wolf growl, and turn his head to look at me, his face softening a bit. Embry. I smiled at him in response.

To prove his point, Jasper called Emmett first. Emmett was the clear example of a vampire depending exclusively on their raw force and strength. Though he wasn’t lacking in brainpower, Emmett was the strongest member of the Cullen family and he used that as his only gift, not having any special ability like three of his siblings did.

Emmett depended on his strength just like the newborns depended on their own, so he was a good example for the wolves to see just how such a vampire would act and react. Just like how Jasper expected, Emmett depended on his strength on this one to one with Jasper, and thus, Jasper managed to easily overpower him. “Never lose focus.”

Edward and Carlisle were next. Their fight went on for a few minutes, both managing to excellently avoid each other’s attacks, and while Edward seemed to have the upper hand as he pinned Carlisle to the ground, smirking to Jasper - “One more thing”, Carlisle turned around and pinned Edward to the ground instead. “Never turn your back on your enemy”, Jasper snarled as he rolled his eyes, being as sassy as he could.

Rosalie was up next against Jasper. Their fight was almost like a dance, synchronized, beautiful; it had rhythm, passion, accuracy. Rosalie seemed to be the most graceful of all fighters, having probably studied the moves shown before and mimicking them to the point, without getting a single piece of dirt on her. That went on for a few minutes until Jasper decided they were even.

Alice and Jasper’s fight resembled a mix of the two previous ones. It was synchronized and rhythmical, but a few punches were thrown around, both of them avoiding them. At one point, Jasper managed to catch Alice and attempted to kiss her, before she slipped out of his hands. Jasper was clearly confused until Alice jumped off the tree above him, landing on his back and lightly pecking him on the lips; the only one who beat Jasper today.

“(Y/N)?” Edward called me. “Are you up for a challenge?” He was smirking at me like a little prick. I loved that little prick, he was family, but he was a prick nonetheless.

“Do you want to do this my way or your way?” Instead of answering, Edward smirked. He thought he could win, especially now that Embry was present, and Edward could probably hear my thoughts more easily. “Got it.” I smirked back and the illusion began.

I decided to create a “whole package” illusion for everyone to see. Suddenly, there were about 15 different (Y/N)s in front of Edward, all smirking at him. I took a few steps back to watch the illusion from afar, making myself invisible in everyone’s heads. Edward was clearly trying to catch a string of thoughts, but all he could hear were the different thoughts that came from the illusions in front of him. I only allowed him to listen to them, and only them, nobody else. The voices were falling one on top of the other, so the mind-reader could not really make out what they were saying exactly.

He launched himself to one (Y/N) on his right, but that one managed to avoid his attack. He launched himself again towards another illusion and that (Y/N) grabbed him and threw him away. In reality, he fell on his feet on his own, the illusion did not grab him or throw him, but he felt as if it did. Edward was now baffled, not being able to distinguish between reality and illusion, and everyone looked at the scene in front of them curiously.

Meanwhile, I was actually sitting on the branch of a tree above the wolves, looking at Edward, standing in the middle of the clearing, confused, his eyes moving around too fast for the human eyes, grimaces all over his usually perfect face. Everyone else was still staring in front of them, consumed in the illusion I created for their own eyes only.

Everyone except for Bella, who has now noticed me and was staring at me. Was she a shield or something? I put a finger on my lips, asking her to stay quiet and just wait for the illusion to end. She didn’t say a thing, but just nodded at me, and turned back to face Edward who was still “fighting” with the illusions.

I looked down, and I realized I was almost above Embry. I smiled slightly at being so close to him. It gave me a sense of calmness and I could concentrate better on my illusion; his presence gave me a sense of control over my mind, without distracting me from my purpose. I jumped down from the tree and landed silently next to him. I looked at him carefully, trying to take in every detail of his wolf form.

His fur was gray, with black spots all around, his nose dark gray and somewhat white fur around his eyes and mouth. He was much sleeker than the other wolves but seemed strong nonetheless. His warm brown human eyes were replaced by icy gray, almost white, wolf ones.

I couldn’t help myself stroking his fur lightly, gliding my fingers through his back, feeling the extreme heat and warmth engulfing me, my fingers burning under the touch. I felt him shiver slightly, but calming completely within a few seconds. I heard some of the wolves growling. They must have felt what Embry did through the wolf telepathy, which Edward informed me about.

I let go of Embry and I heard him whimpering at the loss of touch, and I couldn’t help but smirk. He could feel the bond through the illusion, which normally wouldn’t happen. I looked at him once again before running to the other side of the clearing and jumping up another tree.

“Okay, I think that would be enough.” I told everyone and stopped the illusion. Edward was looking around confused and exhausted as if he actually fought with me. They all turned to look up at me, and I heard Embry huffing in what I assumed was a laugh. I jumped down from the tree and bowed theatrically.

Jacob walked closer to Bella and she started talking to him, but I didn’t pay attention to what she was telling him because I was too focused on Embry. I smiled at him and waved slightly. A minute or two later, Sam called for all the wolves to leave. Embry looked at me sadly and I nodded at him, thinking it would be better for him to go with the pack for now. He looked at me one last time before he ran off. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding all this time.

Bella was talking with Jasper now, and he was telling her about the time he was serving at the Confederate Army and then when he served Maria and her newborn army. I didn’t want these images in my head, so I decided to leave quickly. Getting in my car, I only stopped for a few minutes at the Cullens’ house to talk about their final plans before the battle.

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A day before the newborns arrived, the Cullens had planned to go hunting, to “power up for the battle”, while Bella and Edward would stay at their house. Alice and I - mostly Alice - convinced Charlie we would have a sleepover at their house with Bella, as he was preparing to leave Forks for the weekend to go on a fishing trip. Charlie was actually really warmed up and friendly with Alice, though it didn’t take long for me to become friendly with him, as well.

I told Charlie what I told any human who asked about me - I was Esme’s biological niece that was going to stay with them for a while. I was telling everyone that I finished school last year, and was taking online classes at the University of British Columbia, double majoring in Commerce and Environmental Engineering. He seemed to be thoroughly impressed, so he welcomed me at his home, telling me to “stop by whenever I wanted”.

While everyone was getting ready for the hunt, I dismissed their invitation, telling them I had other plans. They didn’t question me for now, so I ran back to my house to prepare mentally for what I was about to do. I wasn’t usually scared by anyone, but that was my mate. I was scared of scaring him away. I just hoped he would understand my point of view. I didn’t want to think about it too much - it was now or never. Without really thinking, I ran out of my house.

I reached the treaty line and waited for any wolf to show up. I tried to create an illusion to lure any of them in; to mimic the smell of vampires, in hopes that at least one of them would show up. A few minutes later, who I assumed were Jared and Paul showed up, growling slightly at me.

I did not flinch and I kept my voice as calm as possible. “Can you call Embry to come here? I need to talk to him.” The wolves hesitated at first, but then ran backward, towards the woods and I was left standing on the other side of the treaty line, waiting for Embry to show up.

A few minutes later, a sleek gray wolf appeared between the other two wolves. I looked directly at Embry. “Can you come over, please?” I turned to the two wolves beside me. “I won’t hurt him. I wouldn’t even think of it.”

The two wolves growled lowly, nodding slightly. Embry crossed the river to meet me on the other side. His eyes told me that he trusted me, but his packmates didn’t trust me enough to allow him to turn back to his human form.

“Can we talk? Somewhere else..?” He nodded, and I smiled at him, running away and him following me closely behind.

We ended up near Mountain Olympus’ foothills, at the Olympic National Park. Ironic - it certainly does not compare to the real thing. I got emotional all too sudden, and if I could cry, I would be balling my eyes out by now. Embry whimpered by my side, rubbing his snout on my left side.

“Just homesick. Don’t worry about it.” I paused a little bit before I continued. “The others went hunting, but I wanted to talk to you. I couldn’t do it at the party and I didn’t have enough time at the training. I just want you to fully understand what you’re in for, so you know what to expect.”

I looked at him, and he turned around, towards the woods. I heard bones crashing, and a minute later, Embry came out of the woods in his human form, wearing cut-off jeans I didn’t notice he carried on him before.

“I trust you won’t hurt me, as you trust me I won’t.”

He came and stood near me, and we both sat down on the grass. I was a bit hesitant to talk to him; I didn’t want to sugarcoat anything.

“First of all, I would like to let you know I’m a vampire.” I laughed and he joined me. “My full name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and I was born in Greece, in 1858, just a few decades after the Greek Revolution. Things were still really fluid then. Basically, we had a king, but he violated the Constitution at one point, and then he was gone. I grew up in a poor family, and I had six brothers. I was the only girl in the family. I don’t know what happened to them.” I paused and my eyes stang with venom. Embry carefully took my hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

That gave me enough courage to continue. “My brothers and I had to work by the time we were 5 years old. It was the only way to sustain the family. It was hard but we knew it had to be that way. We were working in the fields; we helped with chores; the elder siblings took care of the younger ones when our parents worked, you know.”

“One day - it was the summer before I turned 18, I was walking through the woods. We had been preparing for the winter, and I had to cut some wood for the fire, so we wouldn’t get cold during winter. I..I was walking through the woods when I saw him.”

Unconsciously, I started showing Embry my memories, as an illusion formed in front of us. I felt Embry wincing beside me. The young vampire in front of us was a ragamuffin, though beautiful, with long, curly, dark brown hair and bright red eyes. I only realized now that he spared me because he wasn’t hungry, he just wanted to bite me, to make me like him.

I saw my human self, terrified and frozen at the sight. I saw the vampire launching forward and attacking me, biting my wrist. I saw myself fall on the ground screaming. I saw the agony on my face, the tears. I remember how it felt like, the pain, the burning, then the agony and the pain in my throat 3 days later, when I woke up as a vampire, and the one who bit me was nowhere to be seen.

I forced the illusion to end. I didn’t know I was breathing heavily - I didn’t even need to breathe at all - until Embry grabbed both of my shoulders and held on to me tightly.

“Focus on me. Please. Take deep breaths.” I couldn’t focus on his eyes, my mind was running wild. He brought me closer to him and hugged me tightly. His warmth engulfed my whole body and I felt at ease. I smelled him deeply - he smelled of dirt and grass, but also pines, wood, and the ocean. I wondered how I smelled to him. Was it as bad as the wolves say we smell? Did Embry tolerate my smell for the sake of our mate bond?

“Thank you for being here,” was all I could tell him.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, in each other’s arms. I felt comfortable enough with him, my undead heart melting and my cold, hard-like-porcelain skin shivering under his touch.

“Embry?” He puffed a little, questioning me. “Please, be careful tomorrow. I cannot lose you, not now that I finally found you.”

He laughed. “I should say the same for you.” Now, I laughed. “I cannot lose you, (Y/N), not now, not tomorrow, not ever.” His eyes were serious and loving at the same time.

I didn’t want to ruin the moment but I kind of had to. “Also..um, Embry, I..I have to go..hunting, if you don’t mind.”

He pulled away a little bit, studying my face. “Let’s go!” He smiled, standing up, running to the woods, and turning into a wolf, his jeans wrapped around his left leg. I followed after him, stunned at his actions.

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