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spacekingdoms · 2 months

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Swear To Me (It’s You)

Synopsis: My take on S5 E8 ending. Arthur is showing signs of jealousy after hearing Merlin was with a girl…or signs may point toward a male. To ease his own mind he makes Merlin swear to him.

Content warning/Trigger Warning: Unhappy Marriage, Potential Infidelity, Injury (leg), Jealousy.

Rating: Teen

Merlin’s leg ached, although healing, it still caused him to limp through his evening duties. That wasn’t the only thing weighing him down though. His heart heavy from the loss of a boy changed. As he prepared the evening meal for Arthur and Guinevere, the woman for whom he couldn’t bare to look in her eyes knowing that his friend was enchanted and there was, currently, nothing he could do to protect her.

In regard to other friendships, Arthur had barely even looked at him since returning to the castle. When Merlin laid their meal out, Arthur hadn’t even uttered a single expression of gratitude. Only opening his mouth to say to Gwen;

“I still can’t believe how lucky I was. I owe that boy my life…and I don’t know who he was or where he’s from.”

Then turning to Merlin, as if finally, deeming his presence worthy of acknowledgement.

“We need to make sure we give him a decent burial.”

Merlin softly responded, “I’ll do that,” turning back to the table with a hobble, carrying the final platters, “If you allow me the time.”

Merlin misses Arthur’s brow quirk, misses his indignant facial expression. Merlin does not miss the tone he uses though.

“Oh. So you can go and visit that girl again?”

Merlin lay Gwen’s meal for her, taken aback with confusion at his words. A girl? He has no time to meet a girl, or man, when he’s too busy dying in the forest or saving Arthur’s life, or more accurately pining desperately from the sidelines for a love he’ll never receive in return to even be able to look at another in a way his eyes are reserved for A-

“Girl.” Arthur states drawing out the word, eye brows cocking and he looks miffed.

Merlin is too tired for wisecracks and repartee. The grief is too thick in his blood, his leg aches and his body yearns for a sleep to cure the exhaustion laden heavy in his mind and bones. He achieves a pathetic barely heard scoff as he hobbles back to the sideboard to fetch the pitcher of wine.

“Don’t have one.” Even his voice sounds tired to his own ears.

Again, Arthur’s voice is annoyed and…something Merlin’s brain is too slow to catch.

“That’s not what Guinevere tells me.”

Merlin turns to stare at Gwen, his friend who smirks at him from the table. Merlin loves her dearly but this enchanted version of her is cruel. He knows she has always known - an unspoken secret never touched for all those years that Merlin first became Arthur’s manservant. Deep rooted insecurities shining through her enchantment. Knowing that Merlin and Arthur’s bond is unbreakable, unshakeable, a force that could never be matched. With understanding that her role in Arthur’s life has been rocky for nearly two years now. Another unspoken and avoided topic between the King and Queen.

So yes, it is understandable that kind hearted and the ever so loveliest Guinevere would present her secret depths within her evil bound enchantment. Setting a divide between the two, as if any other human being would take the place of the one he serves. Planting that seed of thought in her own husbands mind, that once again, he is always second best or not even best at all. To his father, to his sister, to his uncle, to Guinevere in place of Lancelot and now, even to the one who was most loyal, Merlin.

Arthur pushes his goblet toward Merlin, staring hard at him and he asks, leaning on demands,

“So, why don’t you tell us all about her.”

Merlin pours the wine, glancing between Arthur and Gwen. Who at the opposite end of the table smirks with mirth in her eyes. She holds up her goblet for Merlin. Merlin hobbles to her.

“Right…”

He pours her wine, her malicious smirk that Merlin has grown to hate.

“…and why you’re walking with a limp.” Arthur states.

Merlin could have spilt the pitcher if he hadn’t been gripping it tightly in frustration. And…oh. Arthur is insinuating that he hadn’t been with a girl, but rather a man. The tone…his mind screaming at him. One he doesn’t dare believe, he’s tired, he’s not thinking straight. He’s….Arthur’s jealous. Merlin turns to him. Wordless, he cannot say anything. For there is nothing to say. He cannot himself say aloud what Arthur insinuates nor can he voice if he is jealous. His mouth opens, closes, opens….closes.

“Arthur…” Guinevere begins, “Do you…insinuate?” She sounds scandalised but Merlin can hear her glee under it all.

Merlin still stares at Arthur who stares at him. Arthur who doesn’t even appear to have heard an uttered word from Gwen.

“Do you deny the truth?” Arthur demands

“I deny it. There…there isn’t anyone.” Else. Merlin replies quietly.

“Would you swear it?” Arthur stares deep into his eyes.

“Arthur.” Gwen cuts in, puzzlement now coats her words.

“Arthur.”

“Would you swear it to me, that there is no-one?” Arthur’s body is still, solid and locked as is his tone and penetrating gaze.

“That you are loyal to me, and only me?” He finishes.

“That is not the loyalty you can ask of him, Arthur.” Guinevere cuts in, standing up, “I must say you confuse the loyalty you seek with the love he is creating with someone in this instance, my husband.”

Arthur’s sharp gaze cuts to Gwen, Merlin can’t turn to look at her as he is frozen, heart pounding in his ribcage as he catches Arthur’s steely expression.

“This does not concern you, Guinevere. This is between me and my manservant.” Arthur’s eyes cut to Merlin’s before back at his wife. “I must ask you to take leave.”

“Arthur.” She laughs, but it’s shocked and confused.

“Now, please.” A sharp flicker of regret move through Arthur’s blue eyes.

Merlin can only hear her shoes against the stone floor, the creak of the hinge he needs to oil tomorrow and the boom of the heavy door slamming into its frame that makes him jolt.

“Merlin, again, I ask you. Will you swear loyalty to me and only me?”

Arthur’s blue eyes are hard, a mask slid in place that Merlin cannot uncover. He doesn’t like this Arthur, the one where he pushes Merlin out to protect his own heart. Foolish, supercilious, prat of a man.

“I swear to you.” Merlin says, scarce louder than a whisper. “I am and will always only be loyal to you.”

Arthur stares, his blue eyes shining more so but he does not speak. He only stares into Merlin’s eyes and finds what he is looking for in there. Merlin watches Arthur swallow thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing harshly in his throat before he averts his eyes to grab at his goblet for a deep swallow of wine.

“Then, pray tell, why are you limping?”

Merlin rolls up his trousers leg, showing the wrapped cloth around the wound on his leg.

“I, ah, I hurt myself in the forest. That boy…he um. He came to me to seek a physicians support to cure a family member. Upon my journey, I was injured.” Partially the truth.

Arthur stares at him, eye brows furrowed and his top lip curled in confusion.

“You left unannounced to provide healing?” Arthur isn’t that stupid, he knows that there is a missing part, “Why would you keep is secret from me…and Gaius?”

“They were druids.” Not the truth, but as close to it as Merlin could get.

“You left me, in secret, to provide healing to the Druid’s?” Arthur stares,

“Yes.”

“And this is truly what you were doing?”

“I was delayed in my return due to my injury.” Merlin tells the truth.

“Okay.” Arthur nods, picking a piece of chicken from his plate and popping it in his mouth.

“Okay?” Merlin is…confused.

“Yes. I believe you.” Arthur swallows, “The druids are peaceful people.”

“So I didn’t need to swear loyalty to you then, and everything still would have been fine?” Merlin laughs.

“Perhaps, a reminder then.”

“A reminder?” Merlin frowns.

“Yes.” Arthur looks up at him, holding his goblet away from his lips. “That you belong to me and only me.”

Arthur drinks, Merlin barely chokes out an, “Arthur?”

Arthur places the goblet back down, ignoring him completely, “You might as well have that.”

Merlin looks behind him to where Arthur has gestured loosely with one hand,

“Guinevere won’t be returning now, and saves it going to waste.” Arthur cuts into the leafy green and skewers it with a piece of chicken.

“I, uh, I know things have been strange with Gwen these past few weeks but-“

“It has been existing between Guinevere and I for longer than you say, but I really have no interest in discussing this at present, Merlin.”

Arthur stands up and moves to pulls the other chair round before then taking the meal and placing it in front of the chair next to his own, then fetches a new goblet from the sideboard.

“Now, if you wish to share a meal with me, please shut up and sit down.”

Merlin hobbles into the chair, feeling foreign when he sinks into the unyielding wood. He looks up, Arthur is staring at him, he nods at the plate in front of Merlin and pours him a goblet of wine. Arthur returns to his own seat in silence, before then stuffing the fully loaded fork of food into his mouth.

They eat in silence, sparing glances at one another. Merlin’s heart swelling painfully in his chest. His emotions threatening to spill out is tidal waves he cannot hold back,

“You don’t ever have to think I am off…enjoying the company of others, Arthur. Destiny sealed where I belonged a long, long time ago.”

“Don’t be such a girl, Merlin.”

“Prat.” Merlin smiles.

“Idiot.” Arthur grins in return.

A comfortable silence takes them both while they finish their meal. Merlin begins to reach and nearly knocks over the goblet when he feels Arthur’s foot hook around the back of his ankle, rubbing softly once, twice…a third. Like interlocked fingers and thumbs caressing over knuckles, in their own unspoken way. Merlin’s face feels warm as he flickers his gaze over to Arthur. His face is equally a similar shade of red but the small smile playing on his lips as he cuts into the meal makes a similar one pull at Merlin’s own mouth. Well, let’s just say, this is just one other secret between the men who are two sides of the same coin.

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Authors notes: Please note I do not hate Gwen and this is not a Gwen!hate fic. This is about a couple who came together and found out that they maybe weren’t supposed to be together but still care for one another. Gwen’s insecurities and feelings present negatively due to her enchantment by Morgana. Arthur treats her poorly due to his anger/jealousy over his feeling toward Merlin. I adore Gwen but I am a Gwen/Lancelot or Gwen/Morgana lover.

#merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #merlin x arthur #arthur x merlin #merlin fic #merthur fic #merlin season 5 #merlin fan fic #no beta we die like arthur pendragon

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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just a dream (bradley “rooster” bradshaw”)

a/n: this was an ACCIDENT

inspired by carrie underwood’s “just a dream”

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: heavy angst, no happy ending, major character death, i have very little knowledge of how anything military works, everyone grieves differently so it’s less on the coping with his death and more on the aftermath, maverick does his best, i don’t love how it ends

word count: 3,201

No matter how much you wished for it to be just a dream, this was a painful nightmare you’d never wake up from. The day would forever live stark in your memory, no matter how much you desperately wished and willed it away. You remember how your stomach sank getting the call from the Admiral, asking you to come to base. You knew Rooster had been out on a dangerous mission, and if the Admiral was calling you... it couldn’t be good. Your hands shook as you opened the door to the Admiral’s office. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw Maverick standing next to the Admiral’s desk. You paused next to the desk, eyes nervously flitting between Maverick and the Admiral. You took in Maverick’s posture and facial expression, heart beating against your ribcage. He looked solemn and his shoulders were slumped, defeated. The Admiral gestured to the chairs in front of his desk. “Please.” He said softly and you numbly lowered yourself into the chair. You were so sure about what was going to come next and yet a dangerous piece you hoped, prayed, they’d just tell you Bradley had been injured, was in laying a hospital somewhere on the base- “Mrs. Bradshaw, it’s with a heavy heart that I offer my condolences-” The sound began to drown out as you felt your entire life fall apart in front of you.

You hadn’t even been married a year. You’d been dating Bradley for six, seven years maybe, but the two of you never felt a rush to get married and settle down. Between your career and his often long deployments, the two of you were content with that. But after the near-suicide mission that had nearly taken him and Maverick’s life, he’d been adamant that he didn’t want to spend another day without you as his wife. So, you guys got married. The ceremony had been small, no grand affair, but it had been the two of you and that was all that had mattered. The words from his vows were seared into your brain.

“Because of my career, I have no idea what my future holds or how much time I have left. But I know that every day I have left will be spent falling in love with you over and over again. If, God forbid, we don’t get the time we deserve, knowing that I left this world with you loving me doesn’t make it so scary. And I promise to spend whatever amount of time I have left waking up everyday, choosing to love you.”

“-Lieutenant Bradshaw was unfortunately killed on today’s mission. The mission was a success and his team mates were able to return safely because of his sacrifice. We were able to initiate search-and-rescue but unfortunately by the time we arrived, Lieutenant Bradshaw was already gone. However, we were able to retrieve his body. Mrs. Bradshaw, I’m a deeply sorry for your loss. Lieutenant Bradshaw was an incredible pilot, and an even better person, and I know he will be dearly missed.” You didn’t say anything in response. You were looking at the Admiral, but you were looking past him, not really seeing. Your ears were ringing and you didn’t hear anything Maverick said as he gently sat down next to you. As the ringing subsided, as the initial shock of the news wore off, your body felt heavy and numb and cold all at once. You had just been told that your husband was dead. What- what were you supposed to do now? There would be a funeral obviously, but how were you supposed to pick up and keep going as if you didn’t just lose the single most important person in your life? As if hearing your thoughts, Maverick gently put his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, don’t worry about that right now. Let’s worry about you, okay?” Maverick said in a gentle tone. Your eyes snapped up to his. Maverick had been on this mission with them. He’d promised to keep him safe.

“You promised.” Maverick flinched at your words, pulling his hand back as if he had been burned. “You promised, Maverick. You promised me you’d keep him safe, that you’d bring him home.” Maverick slowly stood but you rose with him. The Admiral also stood, putting his hand out.

“Mrs. Bradshaw, no life can be promised in this line of work. Lieutenant Bradshaw knew the risk.” The Admiral continued, but you didn’t hear him, your ears ringing again, but this time with rage.

“You swore you would do whatever it took. That you’d make sure he came home to me alive, not in a body bag.” Maverick was stone-faced, taking your words. But the snake of rage had been let loose and it slid it’s way up your throat, spewing out. You got dangerously close to the Captain. “It’s your fault he’s dead. You failed, just like you failed his dad. You’re the reason Goose is dead, and you’re the reason his son is dead now too. You’re the Bradshaw killer.” As you had been talking, your grief had spilled out with it, and the tears were burning your eyes. Your hands flapped wildly as you made your point. As the word killer crossed your lips, Maverick grabbed your wrists, pulling them together, effectively cutting off your tirade. He looked at you with tired eyes, but no anger was held in his face.

“Y/N.” He said gently. You pulled away from him, shoving him away from your body. Maverick took a few steps back, letting you move away from him. Your face felt hot and your throat was constricting and your chest hurt- you had to get out of this room. Out of this office and as far away from this base full of haunted memories as you could get. You walked out of the office, pushing your way into the hallway. His team stood nearby and at the sound of the door opening, they turned to you. Phoenix made to move towards you but you walked in the opposite direction. You couldn’t face them right now, would never recover if you called them killers too.

The sounds of the ocean was calming to you and as you had sat at the edge of the surf, the feeling of the tide nip at your ankles had been more grounding than you ever anticipated. As the initial shock, as the initial grief, began to wear, the anger you felt had subsided. You were still angry, but angry at who or what, you weren’t sure. Your heart hurt with the grief and your soul felt heavy knowing you wouldn’t be able to wake up from this. Somewhere in the back of your head, you knew you owed Maverick an apology for what you had said. You hadn’t meant it, knew he saw Rooster’s death as the death of his own son, but he’d been the unfortunate one to be in your path when the rage kicked in. The sea breeze ran through your shirt and your hair as you watch the sun set on the horizon. You weren’t certain how long you’d been at the beach, but you didn’t care. Time didn’t matter if you had no more with him. You heard a body place itself next to you but you didn’t look to see who had joined you. You knew rationally that the only person it would be was Maverick, but you hoped that maybe if you just didn’t look, it would be Bradley’s voice that spoke to you. You closed your eyes. You had to stop hoping.

You tried to find the words, find your voice, knowing Maverick was waiting for when you were ready. “Mav, I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I didn’t mean it. You were just there and I- I- no one told me what you do when you lose your best friend like this- and I just-” A shudder overtook your body as you broke down into sobs. Your body heaved and Maverick pulled you into a hug. He sat there, holding you, as you broke down. As the sobs subsided eventually once again, you rubbed your eyes.

“I know you didn’t mean it. I also made a promise I knew I couldn’t keep and I’m sorry.” Maverick said gently. A silence settled in between the two of you as darkness overtook the sky. The same sky just a day earlier Bradley had been flying in.

“We got married on this beach, remember?” You turned to Maverick and he looked at you. “I wanted a small beach ceremony and he just wanted whatever I wanted, ‘so long as it was me walking down the aisle’.” You quoted, laughing slightly in spite of yourself.

Maverick did remember. Bradley had asked him to officiate the wedding and although he’d never admit it to anyone outside of the wedding party, he’dcried when you walked down the aisle. And again giving his vows. “We picked this beach because it was the one I had grown up going to.” You sniffed, tears threatening to overwhelm you again. “God, Mav it hadn’t even been a year. And now instead of celebrating wedding anniversaries, I’ll be celebrating a death anniversary.” Maverick sat in silence. He didn’t know what to tell you or how to make it better. He couldn’t bring Bradley back no matter how much he wished he could. “You know, all day, I’ve been sitting here, closing my eyes and hoping that when I open them again, I’ll wake up to Bradley just telling me it was a dream. That he’s not leaving me, that’s he’s not gone, he’s here, and we’re gonna grow old together.” You took a shaky breath, tears threatening to overflow again. “But it’s not. It’s not a dream. This is the reality I’m going to have to live in and wake up in every morning. Every morning I have to wake up knowing that Bradley is gone and I’m still here, and there’s nothing I can do to bring him back.” You broke down again and all Maverick could think to do was wrap you into a hug and try to hold the pieces of you together. There wasn't anything else he could do. Bradley would want him to make sure you were okay, were going to be okay, weren’t going to make a stupid decision, no matter how much he was grieving himself. And he wouldn’t ever say this, but you were right. He had failed Goose, and he had failed Bradley, and he wouldn’t let himself fail you too.

It had been a week exactly since your blow-up on Maverick and breakdown at the beach. It was the night before the funeral and you had to give it the military for how fast they worked. They’d taken care of everything, giving him a proper military send-off, and any decisions that had to be made Maverick had made for you. It wasn’t like you were in any state to be picking what flowers your husband’s funeral would have and quite frankly you didn’t really care. Phoenix had invited you to get a round with the team, which is how you found yourself at the off-base bar the team sometimes hung out on, when being at Penny’s and around all the military folk became just a little too much. You had loved these nights, seeing the team let loose and drop away some of the military regulations they still held up at Penny’s. Now there was just a sour taste in your mouth as you knew why they were there. The bell jingled, and the team looked over from where they were gathered around the pool table, nobody really playing. Phoenix had been up first, rushing towards you. She wrapped you in a tight hug, and you returned the hug even tighter. Her and Rooster had been friends since their early days of TOPGUN, so you had known her from the very beginning of your relationship. She was just as much a friend to you as she was him. You knew she was grieving him just as much as you were. The two of you stayed wrapped in that hug for God knows how long, it keeping you from floating off, thinking about how tomorrow would make it all real. Final. “I’m glad you came. I’ve been worried about you.” She whispered in your ear. You felt the all too familiar lump forming in your throat again.

“Natasha, it was like my world just crumbled.” You whimpered, feeling your knees buckle. This was all too much. You weren’t sure you could do it. Her grip on your remained strong, unwavering. You felt the boys eyes on you and you pulled away, wiping at your eyes in attempt to push back the tears. “I had a question for you, actually.” She nodded, taking your hands in her own.

“Whatever you need.” She whispered.

“I- uh, I want you to be up there with me tomorrow. Me and Maverick. During the reception. You were family to him too and I can’t do it on my own.” She nodded, squeezing your hands.

“Of course.” You squeezed her hands back, smiling softly at her. The two of you finally made to move back to the group when Bob barreled into you, giving you the tightest hug you’ve ever had. You were caught off guard, but quickly recovered, returning the hug. You’d known most of the team since very early on, but that wasn’t the case for Bob. You had only known the boy for about the same time you’d been married, but you quickly understood that he was one of the kindest souls you’d ever meet in your lifetime. He pulled away, clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry about Rooster. I- words don’t do it justice. If I can do anything-” The boy rushed out and you smiled at him, squeezing his hands, not unlike how you did with Natasha.

“Bob, it’s okay.” He nodded, smiling at you.

“Wanna get drunk?” Hangman called and you saw Natasha flip him off from the corner of your eye.

“Why is that your solution to everything?” She demanded. He shrugged.

“Hey (Y/N), we heard you yelled at Maverick the other day.” Payback called, leaning up against his pool stick. You cringed.

“That wasn’t my finest moment.”

Hangman shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about it, it’s not like Rooster didn’t yell at him.” It was Hangman’s usage of “didn’t” instead of “hasn’t” that cut on your soul, even though you tried not to outwardly show it. The use of past tense. Bradley would never do anything ever again. You shrugged.

“Still probably shouldn’t have called him a killer. That wasn’t cool.” The team looked at you. “But he was just the unfortunate one to be in my path when I got the news. Not his fault.” Natasha put a hand on your shoulder, looking at you with pity and sympathy in her eyes. You really wished everyone would stop looking at you like that.

“Grief’s weird.” Bob offered after a beat of silence and you gave a watery laugh in spite of yourself.

“Grief is weird.”

The next day was a haze. It felt like walking through water all day. You didn’t hear much of what anybody said to you, not feeling anything. You were supposed to give a speech, honoring his life and legacy, but you couldn’t get words out. Your throat closed up and Natasha had taken over, giving world’s of a better speech than you could’ve. She was elegant, and articulate, and encapsulated every part of Bradley that you had fallen in love with. She touched on how she had never seen two souls love each other so wholesomely as you and Bradley had and you felt like you were going to collapse as she spoke. Payback and Fanboy had held tight to you, not letting you fall. Hangman had put the hand on the small of your back, supporting you from his place behind you. When Maverick went up to his coffin, had placed the winged pin on top, you nearly threw up. It was all becoming too much.

Your soul seemed to go with Bradley’s as they lowered his casket and as they fired the shots honoring his life, what little of your heart you had left went with them. It was a sound in a setting you never wanted to hear, not for him. You were placed in the middle of Natasha and Maverick as people gave you their condolences, offered hugs and sympathy, and offers to do whatever you needed while you grieved. You offered very little in return but Maverick and Natasha covered it well for you. The military photo they had chosen for Bradley captured all his handsome features, but missed the charisma and charm that had brought him to life. You couldn’t look at the photo for very long before the tears would rise again, so you often found yourself looking at the ceiling to blink them away. Maverick wordlessly placed his hand on your back every time. You blinked as you recognized Hangman’s figure in front of you. “Did they tell you what his last words were?” He asked, solemn. You shook your head.

“Jake.” Maverick warned from next to you.

“No, no, I want to know.” You said. It was one of the first times you’d spoken all day and both Natasha and Maverick looked at you.

“He told us to tell you that he loves you.”

You don’t remember most of the rest of the funeral after that, other than the fact that Maverick never left your side. At then end, you found yourself outside the venue, alone with Maverick. God, your heart hurt. Maverick looked at you, patient. “What now?” You asked, finally finding your voice. Why was talking so difficult? Maverick took a deep breath.

“You keep going.” You laughed dryly.

“Why should I, if he’s not here?”

“He’d want you to.” Maverick said firmly.

“I don’t want to, not without him.” You argued. You knew you sounded childish but you had little care for how you sounded.

“(Y/N).” Maverick said, firmly again, concern now filtering into his voice.

“Maverick, my best friend, my husband, my soulmate is dead. How am I supposed to go through the rest of my life without him?” You broke down. “I want this to be a dream so bad, I want to wake up from this nightmare, and I can’t.” Maverick pulled you into a hug.

“I know. I know.” He whispered. After crying yourself out, Maverick spoke again.“We’ll figure it out together. You, me, Natasha, Jake, we’ll all learn. We will grow around the grief, with time, and that is exactly what he’d want us to do. Want you to do. He’d want you to be happy, not give up because he’s not here.” You nodded against the man’s chest. For not having any kids of his own, he really knew how to offer the fatherly advice and support everyone, you, needed. “And he might not be here with you, but he’s here.” Maverick whispered. “I promise.”

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demonslayedher · 1 year

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Things that PIG ASSAULTED through my head while watching this episode:

--Here we are, entering Stage Kamaboko.

--While watching this the first time, I was certain Zenitsu was going to ruin this series for me and I was very angry about it because I had been enjoying myself so much. Even now, for as much as I love Zenitsu, he's a bit much, his eyes probably spend more time out of their sockets than in them for this episode. It's all a choice, though! I feel like they directed Shimono-san to make him as loathsome as possible for this episode.

--That said, Zenitsu's "TannnjiroooOOOoOOOoooOOOOO" is a sound I feel in my soul and I always miss it dearly.

--This girl on the road? We learn and odd amount her, what with the dropping of the fact that she has a fiance. She always got way more talking time than other side characters, perhaps!

--Speaking of side characters, that guy who fell from the window? Who was he? Someone Kyogai had tried to eat but failed to, and after his Marechi meal got stolen he took out his frustrations on him? Was he a local hero who attempted to rescue a child in distress? Was he a writer whom Kyogai both admired and hated? Was this his house all along and then Kyogai stole it? We shall never know!

--That said, the dedication to the horror and sadness on Tanjiro's face as he holds him while dying? It's reasons like this that I love this anime so much.

--This is going to sound random here, but there was a series of lapel pins that featured scenes of the first season, like Inosuke sad in bed or Haganezuka chasing Tanjiro with a knife. I only got one pin, it wound up being Nezuko curled up in a futon, but the one I wanted was of Zenitsu doing his screaming backbend in front of a very bewildered Tanjiro.

--Something that hit me while watching this unflattering introduction to Zenitsu is that I, too, have gone through a period of life when my brain was wired to deal with even minor stressors with loud, dramatic crying fits (a short round of mood stabilizers really helped hit a mental reset button). It became very normal to find myself huffing and sobbing while also calmly knowing I'd be over it in a few minutes, it was very routine. I see this now in Zenitsu, someone who I see not as a simple coward, but as someone who feels every emotion very intensely, whether scared or angry or happy. He also is very used to himself and his routine freak-outs, what with how quick he can switch between emotions and turn off the crying like "AAAAH--oh sorry, my butt bumped you--"

--That said I'm glad we got to see happy Zenitsu in the Taisho Secrets. : 3 But even there Tanjiro is speechless about how to deal with him. Tanjiro is already so done with him, but he's gonna have to deal with him for rest of his life, hahahahahaaaaa~

--There is something a friend and I refer to as "the Tanjiro face." It's only a question of which of two faces it is, Level 1 or Level 2, both of which are masterpieces.

--I love how throughout this episode there is so much commitment to the bit of not only Tanjiro, but also Shoichi expressing their disgust at Zenitsu with facial expression alone. We don't even get to see the last ones because we already know by context how effective they are, and it really does keep getting funnier and funnier.

--Fortunately for Zenitsu, I cannot picture Nezuko doing this to him in their marriage. It'd murder him on the spot.

--Forehead flicks, though? I'll bet he gets those.

--Watching the comfort Shoichi takes in Tanjiro approaching him with patience and reassuring him, it made me feel bad for making Shoichi having to accept that demon!Tanjiro is an enemy in my canon divergent/continuation fic. However, then I saw Shoichi give Zenitsu a verbal smackdown again, WHICH IS STILL GREAT, and I was like, "na-a-a-a-w, making Shoichi Zenitsu's Tsuguko was still a great idea, I love this."

--In fact, Zenitsu accepting Shoichi's criticisms as aptly painful made him more endearing to me than seeing him continually freak-out on Tanjiro.

--Speaking of making him endearing, in the manga, Zenitsu just chowed down on Tanjiro's riceball without a second thought (love those tears stuck there, that's cute). However, Ufotable made the choice to give us a quiet moment to observe Zenitsu show some redeeming qualities, recognizing the kindness Tanjiro showed him, and then making a conscious choice to amend how much advantage he's taking of Tanjiro by breaking the riceball and giving back half. This, while already wondering why this boy is carrying a demon around.

--If there is one Zenitsu scream I truly love in this episode, it is when he encounters a boar face with shiny dead eyes turning back to stare at him.

--I love how, unless you were following promo material or watching the opening and ending, you could get to this point with NO IDEA WHAT YOU WERE IN FOR. The only in-context indication of Inosuke's existence has been through Kagaya's passing comment about "five" children.

--In my case, though, in my first glimpse of Inosuke in promo material, he was holding the mask, and going by face alone, I was expecting a female seiyuu giving him a prepubescent cracking voice. When I first heard his voice I was shocked and put off, to say the least. (And then when Zenitsu pointing that same unsettling fact later, I felt it so hard.)

--As for the first verbalization, though, how much better can you get than maniacal laughter and two rounds of "PIG ASSAULT"? He got to conclude the episode with that too, what a classic.

--KYOOOOGAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIII<3

#KnY Rewatch #my art #Agatsuma Zenitsu #Kamado Tanjiro #Kamado Tanjirou

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deenoss · 1 year

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Dreamcatcher Chptr. 32

It was Sunday.

Clark had willingly picked out a decent outfit to wear to mass but it was the disapproval of his girlfriend who decided on a better attire for him to sport.

It was a surprise to have Chloe on board yet she was heavily disapproved of being forced to go ad she had better intentions to remain in her room and smoke weed all day or even go out for a drive in her unlicensed truck and smoke cigarettes.

When it was finally time for the Price family - and the addition of David Madsen and Rachel Amber - to head to church, the group walked their way to church knowing that the two-seater David had was far too insufficient for them all to use. As it was Joyce's decision for them all to walk, Chloe found it to be her time to habitually whine and complain about her complete disinterest in attending mass together for the first time. Rachel, however, was the most compliant of the five of them.

The Arcadia Bay Holy Church of St Sebastian was bustling with many folks both elderly and youth who were fully committed to worshipping their God in the best way they knew how.

People were slowly walking inside through two large wooden doors while others lingered outside and socialised. A priest in his mid forties greeted God's children appropriately and with outward kindness. He had a short trimmed hairstyle with no facial hair whatsoever except his eyebrows that begun to turn grey.

Accompanying the local priest was a girl in a black jacket, buttoned up white shirt with a golden cross that hung from her neck, and a black skirt that went down almost to her knees. When Clark spotted the girl his age, he almost immediately recognised her, up until he and those with him other closer and closer.

Rachel was completely calm and relaxed as they made their way towards the church. Neither was it out of insecurity or caution did Rachel take her boyfriend's hand to squeeze, but simply because she loved him so dearly she wanted to continually express her feelings for him physically. But when her brain comprehended that her boyfriend had struck up a conversation with the girl with dirty-blonde hair, a strange feeling stirred in her stomach.

Even Chloe and Joyce were surprised when Clark called out for the girls' attention, followed by a polite greeting as the two exchanged as if they were old pals finally reunited.

"How are you? I haven't seen you in quite a while," said the dirty-haired blonde girl to Clark sweetly.

"I've been good. Figured it was about time the five of us spent some time together." Clark replied casually, in spite of his tone struggling to hide his nervousness.

Being seen talking to another girl was something Clark had to be wary of as he was completely unaware of his girlfriend's jealous behaviour. And being seen conversing with a girl he met only once didn't at all help him in trying to act calm while his girlfriend was right next to him. It wasn't just the issue of a misinterpretation, but also whether Rachel would firmly express her dominance and insecurity in front of the girl who helped pick out flowers for his beloved girlfriend whilst she was still being hospitalised.

Rachel closely watched Clark's and the girls' interaction unfold which in turn wasted time before they would all have to head inside and occupy seats by the time mass started.

"So, did your girlfriend enjoy the flowers?"

"Oh yes. Certainly. The campanula's were an excellent choice, Kate."

Chloe cleared her throat abruptly and elbowed her brother in the ribs lightly.

"Oh, umm, where are my manners? Everyone, this is my friend, Kate. Kate Marsh. Kate, this is my mom, that's Chloe, David and this is my girlfriend, Rachel." Clark said gruffly, pointing at each person around him.

They all greeted the girl and in turn, she reciprocated their friendly attitude and also a warm greeting for their coming to church.

"It's such a pleasure to meet you all properly." Kate said enthusiastically. "We're about to start, so would you all join me inside?"

Everyone agreed both verbally and non-verbally and began to make their way indoors. The church was already packed with its regulars, some of whom Joyce knew from shopping, attending mass on the regular and from work.

Kate escorted the Price's and the additional members towards the front, occupying a pew alongside a father, mother and her two young daughters who had to shuffle along the pew in order to make as much room as possible. Kate sat next to her parents with Clark beside her and Rachel beside him, followed by Chloe, Joyce and David. Shortly thereafter, mass commenced.

A choir stood up at the front of the church and began to vocalise to the sound of a piano being played by an eighty year-old woman. The moment she began to play the piano, the crowd stood up and turned their heads to watch the priest make his way to the chancel. At the same time, the choir and the audience harmonised their praising God vocally until the priest stood at the chancel facing God's people.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit," said the priest as he and the audience performed the Sign Of The Cross.

"Amen." Everyone said in unison.

"The Lord be with you."

"And with your spirit."

The priest beamed joyfully at everyone facing him. "Good morning, everyone."

"Good morning, father."

"Lovely to see so many familiar faces here this morning. Hope you all slept well last night better than I did. Had quite a chill, even lying in bed with the heater on. Alas, not many can have the luxury as we. Anyway, I believe that in God's everlasting love, he will shower us in His eternal glory, for we are all given one glorious purpose..."

The priest maintained a grin as he half-turned to look at the choir while the pianist played a few notes just as they'd rehearsed. The conductor raised their arms up and guided the choir to play as instructed.

'Hail Holy Queen enthroned above Oh Maria Hail Mother of Mercy and of love Oh Maria

Triumph all ye Cherubim Sing with us sweet Seraphim Heaven and earth resound our hymn Salve, Salve, Salve Regina...'

As silence fell upon them, the entire church remained seated comfortably while others rearranged their position very slightly when the song repeated but in a more upbeat, lively manner. The audience freely revelled in the beat of the song taken from Sister Act.

'Hail Holy Queen enthroned above Oh Maria Hail Mother of Mercy and of love Oh Maria

Triumph all ye Cherubim Sing with us sweet Seraphim Heaven and earth resound our hymn Salve, Salve, Salve Regina

Our life, our sweetness, here below Oh Maria Our hope in sorrow and in woe Oh Maria

Triumph all ye Cherubim Sing with us sweet Seraphim Heaven and earth resound our hymn Salve, Salve, Salve Regina

Al-le-lu-ia

Mater amata intemerata Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus Virgo respice, Mater adspice Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus

Al-le-lu-ia (Alleluia)

Our life, our sweetness, here below Oh Maria Our hope in sorrow and in woe Oh Maria

Triumph all ye Cherubim (Cherubim) Sing with us sweet Seraphim (Sweet Seraphim) Heaven and earth resound our hymn Salve, Salve, Salve Regina (Salve, yeah) Salve, Salve, Salve Regina (Woah) Salve, Salve, Salve Regina!'

Rejoicefully, the audience poured their hearts out in devotion to their God until the priest was able to continue with the mass. The excitement and thrill the audience felt burnt fiercely as the priest called upon a fellow preacher to temporarily sedate God's children's adrenaline rush before they could continue listening to readings and other such practices.

When Kate's father got called up to the lectern, he punctually stood up from his seat and shimmied passed the people in the pew before he made his way up to the chancel, to the lectern. He quickly adjusted the microphone attached to it and made sure it was pointed directly at his mouth at a level that was comfortable for him to stand at during his homily.

"My friends, we are called to uphold a great many rules in our lives: to honour our mothers and fathers, to not kill, to not commit adultery; to not steal, to no bear false witness against one's neighbour, to not covet a neighbour's wife, to not covet a neighbour's goods. Think about that for a minute and debate on whether you have or have not broken a vow. We, as God's children, were predestined for a great many things; and being perfect or imperfect should not be valued by the opinion of others. We should not be seized by images about us perceived by others." Kate's father began his monologue, gently tapping the lectern with the palm of his hand.

Some people in the audience listened closely as not a single head didn't not look his way. In particular, Kate stared at her father attentively.

"Even angels need angels. That's what I keep telling myself. I believe that we struggle for a reason. I believe that God is testing us. 'Why?' you may ask? I don't have the right answer, but there are a few that are invalid and come with doubt and insecurity. But we are not alone. We are not alone. We. Are not. Alone. Even in your darkest moments when all hope seems lost and you feel you have nothing left and the whole world is against you, remember that God is always with you."

At the conclusion of the monologue, people preached an 'amen!' as Kate's father made his way back to his family and his eldest daughter's new friends. In place of Kate's father, a young African-American woman with long jet black hair and a nose ring walked up in her best Sunday clothes and recited a reading from the Bible.

In the pew, Clark leaned over slightly to the side towards his girlfriend and whispered something into her ear. Joyce caught on rather quickly and glared at her son. She struggled to focus on what was being said due to the volume of the woman at the front of the church, so she only caught snippets of the conversation until she was forced to draw her attention back to the church due to it involving the participation of everyone in the audience.

Up until the conclusion of mass for that Sunday, the temperature had increased significantly.

As soon as Chloe stepped outside of the church, she drew out a cigarette packet and plucked out a cigarette she slipped comfortably between her lips. With one hand putting the cigarette pack into her pocket, she pulled out a lighter and cupped the cigarette with one hand and the other to shield it as she lit it.

"Chloe! Really?!" Joyce raised her voice scoldingly at her daughter.

The young brunette whipped her head around and scowled at her mother.

"And at church?! We were supposed to be going to church and honouring God and praying for your late father, Chloe. That's the other reason why I wanted us all to come today - why I wanted you to come here. Why can't you just behave yourself for once and be a considerate human being, Chloe?!"

The drama drew the attention of people around them. When Joyce realised how loudly she was speaking, she silenced herself and tipped her head down in shame.

"You're embarrassing me, Chloe."

Chloe scoffed in disbelief and stormed off ahead of her family, making her way straight home while everyone else lingered in the front yard of the church.

Faint whispers and murmurs from people increased Joyce's anxiety upon picking up snippets of people's conversations and thoughts about Chloe and Joyce's outburst.

"... can't believe she lets her daughter smoke," said one Christian.

"Utterly shameful! What a disgrace that woman is being, letting her daughter behave that way..." Another Christian added.

To express comfort, David rested his hand on the blonde's shoulder. He called his girlfriend's name in a low, deep and gravelly voice but at that moment, Joyce didn't seek comfort. Aggressively, Joyce jerked her shoulder from David's touch and growled lowly as she started to follow after her daughter at a far slower pace. Clark and David let out an exhausted sigh as they watched the blonde walk off before David followed suite.

"Well, shit..." Clark mumbled.

"On the bright side, I really enjoyed coming to mass with you, babe." Rachel said upliftingly. "Although, I'm not so fond of those Marsh's. I get some weird vibes from the mother, like she's very judgemental and up herself."

The young couple observed the Marsh's from afar. They were all together and each family member had pleasant smiles formed naturally on their faces. The eldest child in particular seemed the most joyful.

"I'm starting to get that feeling too." Clark agreed. "We should start heading back. I want to spend what time we've got left before you have to leave."

The brunette hummed and nodded her head.

As they began to walk back, Rachel looked over her shoulder at the church and thought about what she was going to leave behind for good. It was about damn time and Rachel was about to get her big break.

#life is strange #rachel amber #kate marsh #joyce price #david madsen #church #religion

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ninak803 · 3 years

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Long-distance relationships suck

So, some inspiration hit me last night & I wanted to get some good rest tonight so I had to write it down. Maybe my brain shuts up tonight.

Here is some O'Darwin for you!

Thank you @asunshinepuff for proof reading ❤️

All characters belong to @lumosinlove 🥰

Alex looked at his phone as it started ringing. It was Finn.

“What's up?” he said, answering the phone.

“Hey Alex. Just wanted to give you a call. You good?”

Alex smiled. He and Finn haven't talked in a while, both of them pretty occupied with the ongoing hockey season, but talking with his brother was always a good thing.

“Yeah, sure. Bit busy, you know. How about you? Everything's alright? How are Leo and Logan?”

“We're good, really. Leo's in the kitchen, preparing dinner, and Lo is with him. I'm sure he's trying to distract Peanut but he’ll disguise it as helping him. So everything’s pretty normal.”

Alex could hear the smile in his little brother's voice, he could hear the love he had for his boys and he knew the look on his face when he talked about them.

He felt his heart clench. He was happy for Finn, of course he was. His little brother deserves the world, that much is sure, but he couldn't help it but feel a sting in his heart when he heard the happiness in his voice. That was because Alex partners where so far away and he missed Kasey and Nat dearly. He hasn't seen them in a while now as the hockey season was in full swing right now, as already mentioned.

They talked of course. A lot. But it was something totally different to actually be with them and everytime they ended the calls he needed some time to patch his heart back together.

To be honest: Long distance sucked. It really sucked.

Alex was so lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed the silence on the other end of the phone.

“Alex, what's wrong? Come on, tell me.”

“Why do you think something's wrong?”

“Well, for once you didn't send me any annoying snaps in 7 days now and besides I do know you. So?” his brother insisted.

Alex sighed. He didn't know how people around him could call Finn oblivious. He definitely wasn't when it came to Alex and he knew Finn wouldn't shut up until he told him. Maybe it was a good idea to talk about it.

“It's just… It's Nat and Kase. I miss them. Fuck, I miss them so much, Finn. And it hurts, like physically, you know?” Alex swallowed.

Speaking it out loud didn't make it any easier, it just made it more true.

There was a short silence.

“I already figured out it might have something to do with them. Kasey’s have really been down the last few days. You know they miss you too, don't you?”

Alex nodded though Finn couldn't see it, so he said:

“Yeah, I know that. We talk a lot. It's not that I think they don't miss me or anything, that's not it. It's really only the fact that I miss them so much and I hate the distance and I hate hockey. No. Scratch that I don't hate hockey, of course. I only hate that we have so little time to see each other right now because of the season. And I know I should be happy to have these amazing two people actually love me, but right now it feels like everything sucks and I know it's wrong, but...” Alex rambled.

“Hey, it's okay to feel that way. It really is. I bet it isn't easy to be apart more often than not.” Finn said in a soft voice, then he laughed.

“I always freak out when Leo and Logan are gone for a couple of days, I really do. I'm sorry. I know it's different… Just… I want you to know it's okay. It sucks, yeah, but you three are so good for each other. You make them so happy, it's almost hilarious how Winter’s face lights up when he mentions you, his goalie face isn't so unreadable anymore then.”

“Thanks, Finn. I know it's going to be okay. Its just a lot right now and, god, I hate being all this emotional.”

“Yeah, me too. But it's worth it for the right people. It really is.”

Alex sighed.

“I know.”

There was another moment of silence.

“Hey, when do you have the next weekend off?”

“In three weeks. Why?”

“Why don't you just pay them a surprise visit?”

That was a fantastic idea and Alex's mood lightened up immediately with the thought.

“Can you make sure they don't make any other plans?”

“Sure. We have a game that weekend, so they can't go anywhere. I won't tell them anything, I promise. Just… please don't do anything in the locker room, I don't want to walk in on you again.”

Alex laughed.

It happened some months ago. Alex was at Gryffindor to visit them. The thing between him, Natalie and Kasey was relatively new, but Finn already knew, thank god. He had watched their match, against whom he couldn't remember anymore, but it was a bad loss and he wanted to check on Kasey when everyone else was already outside and he still was in the locker room. So he went inside, where Kasey was sitting, still damp from the shower, wearing nothing but his towel. They talked for a while, but talking turned into kissing rather quickly, and that was the moment Finn chose to come back. All he could see was an almost naked Kasey and Alex with his hands on his bare chest, making out right there.

“Nothing happened there. I already told you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure. Mhm.”

Alex laughed again.

Talking to Finn was a good idea.

Alex grabbed his bag and stepped out of the cab. He pulled the beanie more over his head, the wind was pretty cold and it was about to snow soon in Gryffindor, he could already smell the snow. He walked the two flights of stairs up to Kaseys and Nats flat fast, his heart beating fast but not from the little exercise.

He was standing in front of the door, trying to calm down. He was excited and maybe a little tired from not sleeping much last night.

After a short knock on the door it was opened by Natalie. She looked up at him, her facial expression changing quickly between confusion, doubt, and then, finally, happiness. A huge smile spread across her face. She threw herself at him and Alex pulled her in close, he wished he never had to let her go.

“Surprise.” he whispered in her ear.

Nat placed her hands around his neck, pulling him down a little bit so she could kiss him.

Oh, Alex had missed her.

He followed her inside, not letting go of her hand. She took his bag from him just to let it fall onto the couch.

“Why didn't you say anything? I could have picked you up from the airport! Oh, Kasey will be so happy. I can't wait to see his face.”

Alex pulled her closer again, his hands on her waist.

“I've missed you and I wanted to surprise you.”

“It worked. God, I'm so happy right now. I just thought about calling you, to be honest, but this is so, so much better.”

Her hand was on his cheek now, trailing his cheekbone gently. He looked into her eyes, slowly getting lost in them.

Alex leaned down and placed another kiss on her lips, softly and innocent.

“Kasey is still at the rink. He'll be back soon.”

“Yeah, I know. I've talked with Finn.” he smiled and she flashed a smile back.

They went to sit down on the couch together, pushing his bag carelessly to the floor so they had the full length to stretch out. Natalie was lying in Alex's arms, her head on his shoulder, giving small kisses to his neck every now and then. Alex trailed his hand along her spine, up and down, holding her as close as possible. They were just lying there enjoying the proximity after being way too long without it.

Alex could feel how the stress of the last days began fading away immediately. Kasey will be here soon and he really couldn't wait for him.

20 minutes later, 20 minutes he spent cuddling with Nat on the couch just holding her and listening while she was talking about her day, Alex heard the key in the main door.

Natalie sat up on the couch and Alex did the same, looking at Kasey, who stared at him blankly.

“What… What the fuck?”

He walked over to them quickly, sitting down next to Alex and kissing him again and again.

Alex laughed under his lips.

“Slow down. I'm not going anywhere the next 2 days.”

But Kasey didnt stop and Alex was glad. He pulled him closer, their kisses becoming more passionately soon.

Kissing Kasey was different. Nats lips were all soft and she was gentle, Kasey was more forceful and Alex loved both. He loved Nats slim fingers in his and he loved to feel Kaseys rough hands on his skin. They were two totally different people and they were perfect for him, they made him feel complete.

“Aren't you going to say hello to me, love?” Nat said teasingly.

Alex felt Kasey smile under his lips and he let go of him a little bit. Kasey looked at Nat, both of them smiling. He leaned over to kiss her and Alex never wanted to be somewhere else.

Kasey sat back and looked at Alex, holding Nats hand now with his one hand and his other hand lying on Alex's thigh.

“Since when are you here?”

“Maybe half an hour.”

“Finn knew, didn't he? That’s why he was looking at me before he left, grinning like a maniac.”

Alex grinned at him.

“Exactly! That's the same grin!” Kasey exclaimed.

“ 'Course he knew.”

“ 'Course he knew.” Kasey repeated after him.

Alex and Natalie were in the stands, Nat wearing a Winter jersey, of course she did. Alex didn't though, he didn't want to bring any bad luck for his own team. He wasn't superstitious, but he didn't have to provoke anything.

It was last period, only 5 minutes left in the game. The Lions were leading with one goal, but it was a tough game. The opponent’s number 23 stole the puck from Finn, who didn't hesitate for a second and went after him. Probably beating himself up a bit for not blocking good enough, or for not shooting the puck to Tremblay, who was right next to him. Number 23 took the puck over the ice towards the Lions goal, passing it to his teammate. He had a clear shot on the goal, but Kasey saved it, catching it with his glove.

Cheers erupted from the fans, shouting Kasey’s name and Alex and Nat joined in.

Alex leaned down to her so she could hear him through the noise.

“I hate it when Kase gets that look, that stare when I come close to his goal. It freaks me out so much. He's unreadable, I swear.”

She grinned at him.

“It works.”

Alex nodded.

“Hell yeah, it does.”

The Lions won 4:2. Black made another goal in the last minute. Kasey looked up to where they were standing and both of them gave him a thumbs-up, smiling.

Alex sat next to Finn on a couch, Logan on his lap. They were waiting for Leo to drive home after the game and Alex waited for Kasey. More team members joined them, they were talking about the game enthusiastically. Natalie was standing aside, talking on the phone to her mom.

“Hey Harzy.”

Both, Alex and Finn, turned around to Kasey.

He stood next to Natalie, holding her hand, and smiled.

“I mean my Harzy.”

Alex got up and Finn pouted.

“Why am I not your Harzy? I'm your team mate. He's only your boyfriend.” Finn gestured at Alex and tried to look offended, but the smile on his lips gave him away.

Alex ruffled Finns hair.

“See you tomorrow.”

He walked over and gave Kasey a kiss on the cheek, which was still flushed from the shower.

“You did an amazing job out there on the ice, Kase.” Alex said and gave him another kiss, this time on the lips.

Alex loved them both. He loved them so much and he wished he could stay forever. But he knew he had to get back to Florida rather sooner than later.

He pushed the thought aside. The only thing he wanted to do now was to celebrate Kasey and spend time with the two of them, as long as possible.

Alex kissed Natalie, then took her hand and, laced together with their hands, the three of them made their way home.

#o'darwin #sweater weather #alex o'hara #kasey winter #natalie darcy #finn o'hara #lumosinlove

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fluffy-lee · 3 years

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Lesson Learned

Part 7 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: Drama

Summary: Y/n returns to the cabin after her trip to Asgard. The reaction she receives from the Avengers surprises her, and one Avenger feels much different about the situation than the rest.

Thor opened the cabin door to see everyone, except Peter and Y/n, sitting quietly in the living room. They all jumped to their feet.

“Where’s Y/n?” Bucky asked, anxiously.

“She’s by the lake with Peter. She’ll be here soon.” Thor answered.

“Bucky, are you going to punish her?” Steve asked.

“For what?”

“Oh I don’t know… GOING OFF TO ANOTHER REALM WITHOUT ASKING?” Steve spat.

“She had my permission. I wouldn’t have taken her if it wasn’t completely safe.” Thor added.

“You cannot honestly say that it was completely safe.”

“With me? I can honestly say that. If you think I would put Y/n in any harm-” Thor, angry, got very close to Steve.

Steve didn’t show any sign of yielding.

“Would you two back down? I can handle this. She’s my daughter.” Bucky snapped, rolling his eyes.

“I’m going for a drive. Alone.” Steve sighed, grabbing the keys and leaving through the front door.

…

“Oh man, Peter, I’m afraid I am going to be in so much trouble.” You said, walking next to him down the trail back to the cabin.

It was getting dark and you and Peter had just had a major heart-to-heart. You felt so open and close with each other now, and you couldn’t be happier because of that, but you were afraid you had disappointed the Avengers, especially your dad.

“I don’t think you should be so scared. Thor was with you. I don’t see the harm done.” Peter assured you.

You finally made it to the back door. You gave Peter a nervous look. He gave you an encouraging smile and nodded. You smiled back and opened the door.

As you scanned the room, your eyes met Thor’s, Wanda’s, Vision’s, Pepper's, Tony’s, Natasha’s, Sam’s, and finally Bucky’s, but not Steve’s, which worried you immediately. You sighed and looked at the ground and then back up into Bucky’s eyes.

“I am so sorry.” You said sincerely.

Bucky walked toward you, and placed his hands on either side of your arms.

“I’m so glad you’re back safe. You look like a princess. You are so beautiful. You always are, but wow! Did you get this dress on Asgard?” Bucky asked.

“Yes.” You whispered, surprised by his reaction. “You have every right to be mad at me right now, Dad.”

“I know.” Bucky answered. “But, I’m not. I’m kind of excited for you. You got to do something really amazing, and you are so brave.”

“I’m not brave.” You grumbled, pushing his hand off your shoulder and going to sit on the couch. “The whole reason I left was because I was too afraid to face my emotions head-on. I didn’t use my head.”

“I know.” Bucky said. “But the point is, you came back! The same day, too!”

You looked up at him in disbelief. How could he not be mad?

“Thor told us everything, Y/n. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be of better help.” Tony apologized, sitting next to you.

You leaned on Tony, sadness still on your face.

“You helped.”

“It’s okay, Y/n. You aren’t in trouble.” Bucky affirmed.

“Thank you. To be quite honest, even if I was in trouble, I wouldn’t regret going. I’m really happy I went, because it helped me, and it was an incredible experience, but I do regret not telling anyone or asking.”

“Then that’s all that matters.” Bucky said, sitting on the other side of you.

Everyone nodded in agreement with Bucky.

You jumped into his arms and hugged him, and he hugged you back tight.

“Now please, tell us everything!” Wanda begged.

You smiled at her and jumped to your feet in the middle of the living room in front of everyone, ready to tell them everything.

“SO. Thor lifted his hammer and the next thing I know-” You began excitedly, going into every detail, gushing over the experience.

Everyone smiled, eagerly listening, as you stood in your stunning purple dress telling them the story.

Thor leaned against the wall, beaming with pride. He really loved you and he was proud that he helped you and you were yourself again.

Peter smiled too. He sure was glad you two were on even better terms now than you had ever been. He watched you, his best friend, describe the golden city. You saw him flash a smile at you.

…

You came down the stairs in your pajamas and once again, BAM! You knocked into Peter. He caught you before you fell back.

“How many times are you going to do that, Y/n?!” Peter exclaimed, lifting you up baby style in his arms.

“Oh I don’t know I’m so- AHH AHAHAHA!” You were cut-off by your own laughter, when Peter had blown a big raspberry on the front of your neck.

When he stopped, you caught your breath, definitely taken by surprise.

“Hehehe! I LOVE this new secret spot I’ve found.” Peter said evilly.

You blushed.

“Can we keep that a secret? Please?” You asked.

“I don’t know… You worried me quite a bit today…” Peter trailed off teasingly.

“Please, Peter?” You begged.

“Fiiine.” He sighed, putting you down.

“Thank you!” You said, lifting your chin to him with a smile. He mocked your expression.

You walked back into the living room and you found yourself suddenly being tackled to the carpet.

“WOAH! WHAT?!” You exclaimed, surprised. You looked up to see Bucky hovering over you.

“Oh yeah, remember when I said not to cross me again?” Bucky asked through gritted teeth.

You knew he was playing, but you were scared.

“Aww man.” You whined, eyes squeezed shut and shaking your head.

“You think I was gonna let you off that easy, hmm?” Bucky teased more.

You bit your lip with a smile. “Kinda!”

“You’re so cute. You get that from me.” Bucky boasted, wiggling his fingers in your ribs.

Giggles began to bubble through your lips as soon as his fingertips made contact with your sensitive rib cage.

Bucky pressed his nose to yours, squinting a smile as he tickled your ribs.

He loved the sound of your laughter. It sounded just like his little sister, Rebecca’s. He missed her dearly, and hadn’t seen her since he left to fight in the war. The first time he saw you, he immediately saw his sister in your face and physique. He thought you looked like him too. You had his eyebrows, smile, and according to Steve, his exact facial expression. Bucky guessed everything else was from your mother, but he didn’t remember what she looked like. The main thing though, he couldn’t believe you were his.

You blushed and soon found yourself laughing harder as he snuck his hands under your arms, digging in. You arched your back in laughter and began to scoot back out from under him in an attempt to escape the unbearable tickling. You were successful for just a moment before Bucky gripped your ankle.

“Where do ya think you’re goin’?” He growled, pulling you back to him.

“I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!” You shouted, before falling back into your uncontrollable laughter as Bucky wiggled his fingers all over your belly.

“Can’t take what?” He asked teasingly.

“Dahahaddyy! Thihihis!” You cried.

“What’s this?” He teased more.

“You knohohow!” You squealed as you felt Bucky’s large hands wrap around your sides, squeezing and wiggling his fingers into the skin.

“Ooooh you mean me tickling you? You love it when I tickle you! You should be thanking me!”

Your face turned cherry red and your laughter fell silent as his fingers surprised you by dancing around your neck. You always found your neck being tickled so unbearable. You pushed at his hands to get them away so you could breathe. Bucky got the signal and had some mercy on you.

“Ahahaha. Would you rather me ground you?” He asked, holding your hands to his chest.

You gave him your famous puppy-dog eyes, and shook your head “no.” Bucky’s face fell a little at that.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m just kidding.” He reassured you. He noted how scared you were to get in trouble with him.

You relaxed a bit, catching your breath. You watched as his lips turned to a sly smirk.

“This is waaaay worse!” He chuckled, lifting your shirt a little to reveal your tummy, and pinning your hands to your sides.

“OH NONONONO!” You screamed, unable to help the anxious smile on your face. You really did love when he tickled you.

“This is what you get!” Bucky sang with a smile, before blowing raspberry after raspberry right above your belly button.

“AHAHAHAAAAHA!” You scream-laughed.

Bucky looked up at you and raised an eyebrow at you, making butterflies rush to your stomach. You wracked your brain, trying to figure out what he was going to do now.

You were caught by surprise when you found yourself curling in to your right as Bucky blew an extremely tickly raspberry on your right side. You felt Bucky smile when he heard your classic belly laugh. He then began to blow more raspberries on your side.

…

Steve walked through the front door of the cabin. He immediately heard your laughter and was well aware of what was happening. He just couldn’t help but grin at the sound of fart noises and his favorite laugh of yours. He could picture exactly what your face looked like, especially that cute smile. But he still wasn’t happy with you for going to Asgard. He found it reckless. He didn’t ever want you to go through such travel without him there to protect you. He knew Thor was perfectly capable, and he trusted him, but he still didn’t feel comfortable with it.

He walked through the cabin, past you and Bucky on the living room floor laughing, with the TV on in the background, past Wanda and Vision making dinner, out to the back deck where the rest were and joined them.

“I know it won’t do anything for you, but want one? Sam asked, offering Steve a beer.

Steve nodded with a small smile and accepted.

“You still mad?” Sam asked.

“A bit, yeah.” Steve shrugged.

…

You never noticed Steve was home. You were too busy laughing in Bucky’s grip.

Bucky came up from the raspberries and you couldn’t take much more, so you tried to charm your way out of the tickle attack by petting the side of Bucky’s face, but before you could say anything and make Bucky fall for your tactic, he playfully bit your hand and you squealed and laughed.

“Hey Y/n.” Bucky asked, teasing in his voice.

“What?” You grumbled, rolling your eyes with a smile.

“Are your thighs ticklish?”

“OH NO OH NO OH NO!” You freaked out, desperately trying to escape. You didn’t stand a chance against your super soldier dad.

“Hehehe I know they are!” Bucky chuckled, squeezing your super ticklish thighs.

Your laughter turned hiccupy as Bucky ruthlessly squeezed and scribbled your thighs. Gosh it tickled so much, you just had to lay there and take it. You were too tired to fight back at this point.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Bucky said through his smile.

As much as you loved it, it tickled so bad that you just couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Shahahap!” You wheezed quietly.

“Oh alright!” Bucky chuckled, ceasing his tickles.

You caught your breath and smiled shyly at him. Bucky squished your cheek with a kiss, making you giggle.

…

At dinner, you noticed Steve didn’t look at you or say anything to you. He definitely didn’t sit by you. He was totally avoiding you and it broke your heart. You didn’t know what to say to him. He had never been this mad at you before and you were afraid that he wouldn’t ever treat you the same again. You knew that wasn’t true, but still, he had never been this way to you before, and losing him was one of your biggest fears. You still tried to act normal and not let anyone see you were upset. Peter brought up you going to Asgard.

“Let’s not discuss that anymore for tonight.” You interrupted him, not rudely, Just calmly, cooly, and firmly.

You and Steve made eye-contact for the first time since you got back. You saw how angry he was with you. You felt worse. You got up from the table and went to bed. You cried yourself to sleep.

…

You woke up at midnight. You saw Natasha asleep in her bed. You couldn’t go back to sleep. You just thought about Steve. Finally, you decided to go downstairs to get water, and you hoped you’d run into Steve. You had to try to make this right. You came downstairs and saw the kitchen light on. You slowly crept toward the corner and peaked around to see Steve at the kitchen table drawing. You chickened out, and turned and slowly crept back towards the stairs, until you heard Steve’s voice.

“Come back here, Y/n.” He said firmly.

You slowly came around the corner and stood at the entrance of the kitchen, playing with your hands.

“Cloooser.” Steve ordered with a soft smile. His eyes were soft, too. Forgiving.

You walked to him. He nodded, as a way of telling you to speak.

“You think Dad should’ve punished me?” You asked quietly.

“Well, you ran away, twice in a row.” He stated raising an eyebrow.

“I’m really glad he didn’t, even though I deserve it.”

“I think Bucky knows best. He’s your Dad. He is good to you. Do you think you will ever do something like this again? Be honest.” Steve asked.

“Absolutely not. I couldn’t do that to him ever again. Or you.” You answered.

“See?”

You nodded.

“I, on the other hand, think I taught you better than that. Didn’t I?”

“You did.” You said.

“Then why did you do that?” Steve asked.

“I was scared, but I wanted to handle the situation myself… and I felt reckless.” You admitted, a guilty smirk on your lips.

“Mhm. I knew it.” Steve sighed. He patted your back. “You should go back to bed. It’s late.”

You felt a pain in your chest at that. You turned around and headed back, but stopped in your tracks and turned around before you left the kitchen.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?” He responded.

“You being mad at me… is the worst punishment I could ever receive.”

Steve furrowed his brows at you with sad eyes.

“I shouldn’t have done what I did, but going helped me. I am glad I went. I learned. I never would’ve been brave enough to go if I didn’t have you. You’re the one who has taught me how to bring out my inner strength. You have helped me become an independent person. I know it’s taken a lot of work, too, so I am sorry if I disappointed you. But I must thank you, for not failing me.” You said passionately with tears in your eyes.

Steve leaned back in his chair as if he was in shock. He exhaled sharply.

“Come here, Y/n.” Steve sighed, opening his arms to you.

You ran over and hugged him, comforted to be in his arms. You buried your face in his chest. Your tears stained his white t shirt.

“Are you still mad at me?” You asked, looking up at him.

“No.” He smiled.

You smiled so big. You let out a little “yay” making Steve giggle and gently tickle under your arms, making you scrunch up and giggle.

Steve stopped tickling you and turned serious again.

“Y/n? Why didn’t you come to me with your problems? You and I are buddies. We’ve been through so much together. Don’t you know you can come to me with things like that?”

“Well…” You thought for a moment. “Of course, I know that, but… you can be really protective, and I thought it would be a little… awkward.” You admitted bashfully.

Steve rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Come here.” He said, lifting you to sit on his leg. “You know what I would’ve told you?” There were those eyes again.

You shook your head “no.”

“I would’ve told you to talk to Peter, and take your time to figure things out, and I’d be here to help you if you needed anything.”

“I should’ve gone to you.” You sighed.

Steve smirked, giving you teasing eyes. You blushed.

“I’m glad you had this experience, learned something. I can’t protect you from everything. I am so proud of how strong you are, Y/n.”

You hugged him. “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

…

You walked side by side with Steve up the stairs.

“I bet you’re glad I don’t like Peter that way.” You teased.

“He’s a good kid...” Steve trailed off, nodding with his eyebrows furrowed. Then he raised an eyebrow. “You’re right. I am glad.”

“Over-protective.” You rolled your eyes, teasing him more.

Steve gave you that look. You ran back down the stairs to escape what you felt was about to happen. Steve chased after you.

“Get back here, Y/n/n!” He boomed.

You ran as quick as you could down the hall, but you soon found yourself being scooped up by Captain America. He carried you to the living room and threw you on the couch. You blocked your torso, expecting him to tickle you like he always does.

“You’re so sassy!” Steve scoffed, grabbing your ankle.

“Uh! You can’t just tickle me in the middle of the night!” You exclaimed.

“Uh! Yeah I can!” Steve matched your tone, shrugging.

“Well… dang.”

Steve chuckled and tickled the bottom of your left foot driving you mad as you tried to kick and pull away.

“Ohohoho you’re not going ANYWHERE!” Steve exclaimed.

Your laughter was music to his ears. He held your leg, so you couldn’t kick him and reached down to tickle your tummy with his other hand. He was able to cover most of your tummy with his one hand, which he found very convenient, because he could tell it tickled you like crazy, and boy, did it! You squealed and laughed. The cabin was big enough that no one would be able to hear you down in the living room, so no one could save you from the tickle monster himself, Steve Rogers.

“Ihiihihit’s too muhuhuhch, Steheheve!” You cried through your laughter.

“Awww does that tickle?” Steve teased, letting go of your leg to join his other hand to your tummy, extending his tickling to your ribs and sides. It was just too easy for him to make you laugh so hard, and he adored that.

You felt pathetic trying to fight him off, so you just wiggled around and laughed freely. He knew you loved it anyway.

“You’re just so ticklish, Y/n. I love that about you so much.” He mused, wiggling all ten of his fingers in your ribs and sides.

Your laughter became hoarse and Steve knew you needed to go to bed, so he stopped, and lifted you up in his arms, causing you to flinch.

“I’m just lifting you up to take you to bed! ...What did you think I was going to do?” Steve interrogated you, biting his lip with an evil smile.

“Nothing!” You lied terribly.

“Did you think I was gonna… do… THIS?!”

PFFFBBT!

Steve blew a giant, tickly raspberry on the side of your tummy, his beard tickling it even more.

You knew he loved you as much as you loved him.

#marvel tickle #mcu tickle #marvel tickle fic #mcu tickle fic #steve rogers tickle #fluffy-lee #ticklish!reader #bucky barnes tickle

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jazzywrites · 3 years

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Mute but still family

Sbi fanfic

Warning: angst, mentions of death, selectively mute Techno.

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Technoblade has always been the quiet guy who had quick comebacks. His little remarks would cause the entire room to burst into a fit of laughter. They came so easily to Techno, like second nature.

Recently though, after Wilbur’s death, Techno had become quieter than normal. He wouldn't respond with his signature comeback. Even when Tommy made a stupid statement, or when he commented on Techno’s over-the-top dress wear. He would just stare, his face blank, no emotion evident on his face.

This caused multiple awkward moments when Tommy was trying to get a reaction out of him. Pushing all of the buttons he knows Techno had. In return, he'd receive a glare from the piglin.

No yelling, no snarls, or even an invite to a fight. Which Tommy enjoyed but would always end up on the ground, the tip of a sword to his throat.

Techno let out a sigh, he was working on another sword, just a backup. A precaution if you will.

He hasn't seen Tommy since the destruction of L’manburg.

Their fight.

The fight Techno wanted to resolve so badly. He wanted to explain his reasonings more in-depth to the boy. Wanted to have his little brother back, but he couldn't. Techno didn't want Tommy to know he misses him. He didn't want him to know he loathes the time without him. He most definitely didn’t want him to know he thinks about their adventures together all the time.

The laughter they had together. It brings a smile to the man’s face. That same smile dissolving as he remembered, Tommy hated him. Feels hostility toward his entire being. Loathes him practically.

The piglin sighed with distress. The voices were quiet too. The one time he wants them to talk they are quiet.

Techno stood up from his hunched position over the anvil. A few cracks came from his back, causing him to groan.

He walked across the bridge connecting his house to Phil’s.

Speaking about Phil, he hasn't been home in a while. He was going to get resources a week ago.

A week?

Techno knew for a fact getting resource didn't take a week. This caused a worrying sensation to itch the back of Techno’s brain.

He knows Phil can take care of himself. He knows Phil is strong. But that didn’t stop him from thinking Phil could be in danger. A danger that Phil couldn’t handle by himself.

Techno straightens his back, he’ll be fine. Phil can handle himself. He didn’t need him for a simple resource run.

He walked down the stairs looking around the snowy land, spotting Ranboo’s cabin in the mountainside. Having the sweet hybrid around was nice, refreshing even. Seeing someone so genuinely nice was something Techno hasn't been around much. Other than Phil.

He debated asking the hybrid if he's seen Phil but decided against it.

He walked to the crow’s wheat farm, all grown to full length, a week's worth of growth. That same worrying pain that began in his brain inched its way into his chest, causing him to start quickly walking to the hybrid house. All thought about Phil’s strength was lost.

He knocked harshly on the iron door. Waiting impatiently for him to open up.

He jumped when it opened up to see the taller hybrid, a confused look on his face.

“Oh hello, Techno. What's wrong?” Ranboo walked out of his house to stand straight and look at the distressed piglin.

Techno, who couldn’t speak, started to sign aggressively.

“Have you seen Phil?” Ranboo, who knew of Techno’s recent muteness, responded.

“No, I haven’t. You think somethings wrong?” Techno nods worryingly, this made Ranboo stand up straighter, he got the same chest pains Techno had felt moments ago.

“Would you like help to find him? I can help,” Ranboo asked desperately. Techno nodded, starting to quickly walk back to his house, Ranboo following right behind him.

Techno grabbed Orphan Obliterator and started his journey to the Nether portal. Ranboo trying to catch up to the piglin.

“Where are we going?” Ranboo asked, slouching his back so he can speak to Techno properly. Techno signed;

“I’m not sure,” and continued to stand in the purple portal. He honestly didn’t know where they were going. Phil didn’t tell him what resources he was getting. The fact that he had no general idea where his father was, was making Techno anxious.

Phil, besides Ranboo, was the only one that hasn’t left him. That hasn’t betrayed his trust. So him not telling him any piece of info wasn’t like him.

Thinking about Phil in danger made Techno’s legs move faster. Made him take shortcuts to...

To...

L’manburg’s portal. Tommy. He needs him. Ironically needs his voice. How he always knows how to make a sad situation light-hearted. He needs that. He yearns for Tommy’s comfort.

He walked down the stairs heading for where he knew Tommy would be. Tommy was chilling on his and Tubbo’s shared bench, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Techno pushed Ranboo to get his attention, once he got it, he point at Tommy. Ranboo understood what he asked and yelled for the blonde;

“Tommy!”

The blonde looked over, a smile on his face hearing his friend's voice but is soon disappeared seeing his brother. The same brother that betrayed him. That destroyed his home, the place he loved oh so dearly.

“What is he doing here?” The poison in the youngest voice caused pain in Techno’s heart. Pain, which caused him to let out a shaky breath.

“We are looking for Phil. You seen him?” Ranboo asked, even though he’s receiving disrespect, he still responds with such genuine kindness. It makes Techno's pain simmer down, but it was still evident.

“No, haven’t seen the old man. How long has he been gone?” He was looking at Ranboo, not giving Techno the bare minimum as eye contact. Unfortunately, Ranboo couldn’t respond, he didn’t know. So he glanced at the broad pig.

Techno, not speaking, responded with sign language;

“A week.”

The hand movements made Tommy roll his eyes.

“Just speak, bro.”

The sentence hurt Techno. Hurt him more than it should. He knew why Tommy was being sour but it’s been a long time.

He looked down in defeat. Why couldn’t he speak? Why was he like this? He used to speak all the time. It just wouldn’t come out, he couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth. Was it because of Wilbur’s death, or was he just pathetic?

“Tommy, we aren't here for arguing. We just want to know where Phil is, ” Ranboo explained sternly but still kind in his wording. Tommy took and deep breath and nodded.

“Okay, I haven’t seen him, but I’ll keep my eye out.” He gave Ranboo a reassuring smile. He didn't even look in Techno’s direction.

Fine.

If Tommy wanted to be that way, then so be it. He puffed out his chest and gave him a huff. His snout unleashing bits of smoke. He hasn't been in his human form in a while, all he understands why is that he doesn't want to be vulnerable. He's on edge all the time in that form.

He spun around, furious. Stomping away like a pathetic child. He couldn't even express his feelings to Tommy and that's what pisses him off. Tommy doesn't know he loves him still. Tommy doesn't know that he is sorry that he had to do what he did. Tommy didn't know he still cares for him so much.

He heard Ranboo call after him in his fit of self-doubt and anger. Running over, Ranboo’s hand landed on his shoulder to try and get his attention. Techno spun around, breath coming from his snout blowing into the enderman’s face.

“What’s up with you?” Ranboo asked with so much desperate concern. Techno huffed again and started to sign violently;

“Why can’t he just understand that I had to do it. Also, he thinks that I can just speak. I physically can’t. He’s such a fucking brat. We are family! He should act like family! Family doesn’t do what he’s doing!”

Techno’s facial expressions were showing his true emotion. He was the most upset Ranboo has ever seen. He swore he could see tears brimming his crimson eyes.

Ranboo’s heart shattered. Crumbling down to the endless pit that was his stomach. Techno had turned his head to the side to hide the tears that were streaming down his face. Techno wiped them off and stood up straighter puffing out his chest once again.

He strode to Tommy his stomps shaking the ground so much that Ranboo felt it in his feet. Techno taking a deep breath like he was about to speak but began to sign, already knowing that Tommy can read sign language.

Tommy was the one trying so hard to learn. He wanted to be able to speak to techno without using paper. He was so happy the first time Techno understood what he said. Techno was going quickly though. It took Tommy a second to process what his brother was saying;

“You are so unbelievably selfish! You were barely even bothered by Wilbur’s death. I don't know why I can't speak! That is known of your business anyways. We are trying to find OUR father and you just wanted to keep an eye out for him? Not even a little concerned that he might be in danger? We are your family! Family Tommy! I'm sorry for what I did to your home but I had to! To save you from the government! I love you, Tommy. You are family! Family! Family... Family..”

Techno was crying at this point as he aggressively signed ”Family” to Tommy, whose eyes were wide with the same tears that shed when Techno left. The night after l’manburg fell he cried to Tubbo all night and all of the next day.

“Techno... You... I'm sorry, ” Tommy lunged to hug Techno tightly. Techno’s large arms wrapped around the small boy. Techno was imagining that Tommy was a baby again. So small and cute, so much ambition in that small body of his.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy cried in Technos shoulder slowly lowering back down to the ground, only to realize it was Techno getting shorter. Tommy lifted his head to see Techno. Normal Techno.

People would always say they think Techno would have long pink hair due to his piglin gene. It was the opposite, though. He was Wilburs twin, after all. Wilbur’s signature short fluffy brown hair was his too.

He looked like Wilbur, every time he looked in the mirror, unwelcome tears would cascade down his face.

“Family, ” Techno signed with the emotion he wanted to express on his face. Tommy nodded, a smile spreading across his face.

“Family,” Tommy copied Techno’s hands.

Ranboo, still standing behind them, tears being quickly wiped away before hitting his cheeks.

“Need a tissue?”

Ranboo quickly twisted to see Phil, his wings tucked in tightly, and weirdly enough, he looked skinnier than when he last saw him.

“Phil?! Where were you? Techno was worrying me, man.”

Phil laughed, “I’m fine, I just got caught lacking food.”

Ranboo’s eyes widened. He couldn’t figure out why he didn’t ask any more questions. Their moment ended when Phil started to yell at them.

“Hey mate! I’m fine by the way!”

Techno’s face was shocked and confused at the same time.

“Where were you?!” Techno signed aggressively.

“I got stuck getting a fuck tone of cobblestone!”

“Oh!”

Phil laughed and smiled when Techno wrapped his arm around Tommy’s shoulder. He was listening with such genuine happiness as Tommy spoke about the new things happening in his life.

“They love each other,” Ranboo smiles and looks at Phil cheerfully. Phil laughed and nodded at him in agreement.

“Yep, anyways, I’m going to have much food I pass out.”

“Okay, Phil, have fun!”

They wave “bye” at each other as Ranboo makes his way back home.

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It was weeks after Tommy’s and Techno’s reunion. They were inseparable. They would be out practicing their fighting or just in front of the fireplace. Tommy passed out while Techno kept him warm as he read.

Techno had started speaking with only a few words in a sentence. His growth in his speech, though, was relieving to his father and his brother, his family.

They were all eating at Techno’s dinner table. Everyone was together.

Ranboo, Phil, Tommy, Tubbo, and Niki. Techno studdered for a second but managed to let out. He has the first genuine smile he'd had in a long time.

“M-my family.”

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That was cool hoped you guys liked it.

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jihyuncompass · 4 years

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730 Days

This is my first real fanfiction that I’ve posted here. It’s been a long time since I’ve posted any kind of fanfiction but I hope you enjoy!

Mysme Week 2020 Day One ( @mysmeweek2020 )

Anniversary

V/Jihyun Kim x MC

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: It’s been exactly 730 days of yearning for the man named Kim Jihyun

It’s been 730 days since you last saw Kim Jihyun. Two years to the date. It’s been 730 sunrises and sunsets, and 730 days of desperately missing him.

It was surprising at first, you had only known V for eleven days before he left. In less than two weeks you met and fell in love with him. And just as quickly as he appeared in your life he disappeared from it. For a good reason of course, but that didn’t ease the ache in your chest his absence caused. Soon after he left your life returned to some semblance of normal, and the events of the nearly two weeks you spent with V settled in your mind, though never too far away.

In the months following his departure there were nights where you wondered if V had been a figment of your imagination. V sometimes felt like a dream to you. The kind and gentle mint-haired man who promised to protect you. Who you helped nurse back to health after he’d been poisoned. Something about him felt so ethereal, almost otherworldly, it was hard not to think of him like an angel who appeared in your greatest time of need.

The RFA was your biggest reminder that not only was he real, but your feelings for him were also just as real, and just as powerful as the day he left.

730 days, two years since the first party you organized was cancelled, you got into a car on the way to the party that you organized.

Sitting in the backseat of the car Jumin had sent, you ran through your to-do list in your head. There felt like thousands of little details to remember, from the guest list, to the refreshments, to the auction later in the afternoon. These thoughts swirled in your head like alphabet soup jumbled and somewhat meaningless.

Clutching your hands together you saw the party venue come into sight. You had arrived early but already there was a significant amount of press that had gathered at the entrance. Walking up to the front doors you made sure your RFA badge was visible and waved to Jaehee. Two years had let you grow close with every member of the RFA, but this was the first time that everyone would be gathered up in the same room. The thought brought a smile to your face, you were almost looking forward to a possible fight between Zen and Jumin. Which was saying something.

The main hall was gorgeous. Perfectly decorated to match the elegant theme of the afternoon’s event. Each table carefully prepared with champagne flutes being filled for the guests to drink. Finally getting to see it all in person took your breath away, suddenly all of the work, the planning, the emails, the late nights spent preparing felt worth it.

The party started without a single mishap, guests filed into the ballroom as music danced through the air. While there was still many things to attend to, you took a few moments every once in a while to take in the moment and truly savor it. Taking one of these short moments and a soft smile on your face, you were already drafting a letter to V in your head. You couldn’t wait to tell him about all of this, your heart ached from his absence but the small points of correspondence you had with him made it all bearable. Your fingers itched as you thought about the future contents of the letter.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Jumin asked, appearing beside you, two flutes of champagne in his hand, one of which he offered you. You took the glass into your hand and shared a brief toast between the two of you, taking a sip you smiled at the crowd.

“I still can’t really believe it’s actually happening.” You admitted.

“It’s all due to your hard work.” Jumin stated in his standard tone. Very matter of fact, without any doubt into the truth of his statement. You watched him glance into the crowd, his eyes purposely trying to avoid the reporters lingering at the edges of the ballroom.

You and Jumin had become particularly close during the past two years. During the original two weeks when you met the two of you had both taken on the job of holding everyone together. Keeping the RFA whole while V recovered, and while the rest of the members grappled with what Rika had become was a struggle for the both of you individually. However, within the chaos you both held the group together, all while you both could feel yourselves falling apart at the seams.

It took two months before you finally started to crack, and three for Jumin to start drinking more often. During this time you both found comfort in each other’s company. You enjoyed weekly dinners together where you drank wine and vented about everything that was worrying you that week. Work stress, RFA drama, the one time Elizabeth started shedding more than usual and Jumin worried she was sick, and of course your favorite topic, your mutual longing for one Kim Jihyun.

“I wish he was here.” You blurted out. Looking back to Jumin you could see that look of nostalgia in his eyes he got when either of you spoke about your mutual friend.

“As do I.” He muttered. You held onto your glass tighter.

“There are going to be more parties, maybe he’ll be there for the next one.” Jumin’s eyes looked over at you, you still weren’t very good at reading his facial expressions but it almost looked like he knew something you didn’t. Opening your mouth to say something you couldn’t get it out before you saw the other RFA members coming towards the two of you.

After the other members excused themselves to go about the rest of the party you found yourself alone again. After a long content sigh you gently set the champagne flute down on the table next to you. Wrapping your arms around yourself it was hard to fight the smile on your face.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment.” You closed your eyes for just a second, the smile on your face growing wider. You didn’t look, almost afraid his voice was only in your head.

“Me too.” You said. Opening your eyes you slowly looked to the source of the voice. Your breath caught in your throat. He wasn’t a figment of your imagination, he wasn’t a dream, Kim Jihyun was standing right in front of you. Tears welled in your eyes, because not only was he right in front of you. But he looked so happy.

“Congratulations.” He said, his voice light and full of emotion.

“V?”

“It’s Jihyun Kim now.” He smiled bright, “Long time no see.”

He spoke about his time away, the things he learned, the future he wanted to make for himself. A future that he wanted you to be a part of and help him create. He spoke from the heart, no longer weighed down by doubt and fear like he had in the past. Each word felt purposeful, confident. As you listened to him the realization of his return finally overwhelmed you. Tears now streamed down your cheeks as you made no attempt to hide them or wipe them away. You wanted to hold onto his moment, and not let anything detract from it.

“I want to love you. I will love you. I love you. Just as I love myself.” V- no Jihyun finished. His smile remained while he waited for you to speak. Racking your brain you tried to think of what to say, you thought of every dream you had, every imaginary reunion you created in your head. None of them however, could compare to this.

Unable to find words you pulled him into an embrace. Your face pressing into his shoulder. He stood shocked for only a second before his arms wrapped around you tight. Trying to keep yourself from crying you mumbled into his shoulder.

“Jihyun, oh Jihyun.” His name sounded the sweetest song when you said it. “I love you. I love you so much.” You held each other as tight as you could, as if this moment would disappear once you let go.

Pulling away just enough to see his face, your eyes met his. Jihyun’s hands moved up to cradle your face. He heard him take a shaky breath while he stared straight into your eyes.

“I-” He stopped to take another breath. “I’ve never seen you this clearly before.” He smiled, that sweet gentle smile full of warmth that you missed so dearly. Staring into his eyes it’s impossible to not see just how vibrant they are. Even more so than when he was half blind when you first met.

“Is that good?” You whispered.

“Yes. You’re even more beautiful than I remember.” A soft relieved sigh slipped past your lips. Your hands moved up to rest on his chest, just below his neck and shoulders. Staring for just a moment longer Jihyun leaned forward, capturing your lips in his. Time froze while one of your arms slipped around his neck to pull him closer.

When his lips finally broke away to catch his breath, his eyes fluttered open to look at you.

“I hope that was alright.” A brief look of concern flashed across his perfect face. With a gentle smile fixed to your lips you answered his question by pulling him close so you could kiss him again.

It’s been 730 days since you last saw Kim Jihyun, and seeing him now, feeling his lips against yours, you knew it was worth the wait.

#mysme week 2020 #mystic messenger #mysme #fanfiction #jihyun kim #v #mystic messenger v #mystic messenger jihyun kim #v nervous to post this but I'm gonna do it.

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parvulous-writings · 4 years

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Summertime

Stanley Uris x Reader

Request: Requestttt fluff Stanley Uris x Readerrrrr

Submitted by @mk-tozier

Summary: You and Stan go on a date and share some cuddles.

Warnings: None. Maybe just fluff as a warning?

Words: 2.6k

(Not my gif)

The day had been an absolute scorcher. The sun bore down with a blistering heat for the entire time it had been out, morning till evening. There had been no clouds as far as the eye could see.

You had spent the early morning with Stanley, apart from the Loser’s Club for the first time in a very long time. Don’t take it the wrong way, you loved them all dearly, they were the people closest to you besides your own flesh and blood, but sometimes they could wear your patience down rather quickly. Richie with his constant inappropriate jokes, Eddie with his constant worrying, Ben with his pining after Beverly, Beverly being oblivious to Ben’s huge crush and pining over Bill.

The only members that ever seemed to be your saving grace were Mike and Stanley. You were pretty good friends with Mike, you were always there to lend a hand to one another or a kind ear if needed. And Stanley? Well... He was the light of your life, your rock in a hard place, your salvation when you were lost.

Always one of the maturer members of the losers club, it was no wonder that you and the curly haired boy had gravitated towards each other. You spent more and more time with one another, in your own little bubble. Most days Stan would sit with you, apart from the others, teaching you to identify different birds that commonly flew over the skies of Maine, and he had to admit you were quite good at it. So far you could identify the Black-capped chickadee, the Common eider, the Gray catbird, the Blue Jay, as well as the Yellow-rumped warbler. Your progress could be slow at times- there were days when the birds moved too fast for you to see what the patterns on their feathers were, but it was better than no progress at all, at least you showed interest in the activity.

You had really started to spend a lot of time together once school had ended. Stan would take you out bike riding to little secluded spots in the woods, or you’d both go out to the shops together and get a few packets of sweets with your pocket money- despite your parent’s protests. So when Stanley had turned up on your doorstep on that scorching Saturday afternoon, it hadn’t surprised you at all. The curly haired boy gave you a shy smile. “Hey, Y/N...” He greeted, fairly cheerfully for his shy demeanour. “Hey, Stan,” You replied, leaning up against the door-frame of your front door as you spoke. “What brings you here today?” You questioned, quirking a brow playfully at him, which immediately caused his smile to widen quite a bit. He adored all the little facial expressions you did when talking to him, he found them quite adorable. “Well, I know it’s hot out, but I was wondering if you’d want to go to the diner with me, and get a milkshake to share?” He offered, gesturing over his shoulder as he spoke, presumably towards his bike which was leant neatly against it’s stand just off the pavement, barely scraping against the border of your front garden.”As like... A date?”

“Yeah, sure,” You responded with a warm smile and a light shrug. You barely had to even consider his offer before accepting, you could never pass up an opportunity to hang out with Stan, and this newly added romantic element just made you want his company more. “Let me just go grab my bike, I’ll meet you round the side of the house,” You told him gleefully, and with his enthusiastic nod of confirmation, you reluctantly shut the door and dashed through your home. As you retrieved your bike from it’s home in your shed, you began to suppose that perhaps the romantic element of your relationship with Stan wasn’t really a new thing, you’d begun to have feelings for the boy for a fair while, but you initially just dismissed it as being really good friends. Now it was beginning to dawn on you that it was more, a lot more than that. You took your bike out of the side gate, round to meet Stan who was patiently waiting for you to join him on the pavement, so you could cycle two abreast on the road into the town centre. It was a familiar route for the two of you, but that didn’t mean it was any less fun. You mounted your bike, swinging one leg over the frame so that you could sit comfortably. Stan was already ready to go, so you both began to push off from the pavement, braving the bump of the curb to settle into cycling at a comfortable pace down the road.

You built up speed rather quickly, Stan falling behind for a moment. “I’m going to beat you!” You called playfully over your shoulder with a laugh. You heard Stanley scoff from behind you. It wasn’t often you got to see the more childish and playful side of Stan- usually he was busy trying to keep the rest of the Losers sane, safe and alive. One could argue that he did as much as the worrying Eddie, if not more. On the rare occasions you did see that side of Stan though, it was the most adorable thing ever, and you could’ve sworn that those moments alone could’ve made you fall for him almost immediately. “Not if I do this!” Stan called out to you, breaking you from your train of thoughts, and making you look over your shoulder briefly. You caught view of Stan standing up on his pedals and pressing down hard and fast. He was gaining quickly on you, a goofy grin on his face showing off each and every one of his front teeth. The sight made you giggle, and you mirrored him, keeping your pole position for just a little while longer.

However, as you pulled onto the main street of Derry- which was surprisingly devoid of traffic despite it being mid afternoon- Stanley’s height finally gave him the advantage. Or, to be more accurate, his long legs gave him an advantage. He slowly drew ahead of you, poking his tongue out at you and keeping up his childish demeanour, for now at least. You knew it probably wouldn’t be too long till the old Stan would resurface- though it wasn’t exactly like you minded.

Stan skidded to a halt on the side of the road, quickly dismounting his bike and hoiking it up onto the pavement, and patiently waiting for you to join him so you could go strap up your bikes besides one another. You joined him soon enough, and thankfully there was a bike rack nearby, with two spare spaces which your bikes fit in perfectly, as per expectation. Stan held the door of the diner for you, gesturing for you to enter the establishment first- he was so polite.You gave him a warm and toothy smile, accompanied with a gentle nod. “Thank you, Stanley,” You said quietly to him, and he soon joined you inside. “So, what would you like? Chocolate? Vanilla? Strawberry?”He said softly to you as you joined the line. You thought for a moment, considering your options. “How about vanilla?” You suggested, and Stan slowly nodded, “Yeah, sure, of course. I’ll pay.” He told you, and when you opened your mouth to protest, he pressed a finger gently to your lips. “I’m paying.” He insisted. You fell silent and began to slowly nod in reply, there was no use arguing. Sure, you’d probably be able to wear him down eventually to let you pay, but that would spoil the mood of the rest of the afternoon, and you were quite sure neither of you wanted that to happen. So, you lapsed into obedient silence, sticking by Stan’s side as you slowly made your way to the front of the line. When you got there, Stan stepped up without a moment’s hesitation, whilst you stepped off to the side to stay out of the way and help prevent congestion. His voice as he ordered your milkshake to share wasn’t the most confident sounding in Derry, but he himself was not entirely confident, around you he could be at times, but there were other times when your actions made him a squishy and nervous mess. How sweet you could be to him, how kind. He adored it, he adored you, more than he’d ever be able to put into words.

He’d confided in Ben a few times about his feelings, the feelings that you gave him, but he always seemed to struggle finding the right lexis.Who would’ve thought, you could make the well-spoken Stanley Uris trip, fumble and stutter over his words. It was a gift that you didn’t take too lightly of course, though sometimes it was a little fun to tease him and see how flustered he could get. His face would go a rosy shade of pink, and he’d have to stop talking for a minute or two. You’d give him a simple yet sweet kiss on the cheek, and wait patiently for him to come back to planet earth, watching him with the sparkle of adoration in your eyes. Stanley cleared his throat, breaking you from your trance-like daydream. He gestured with his head towards a small and empty booth near the window of the shop, his sandy curls bouncing slightly at the movement. “Over there seems like a pretty good spot to me.” He commented, moving out of the way of other customers as he spoke. You nodded gently, taking his free hand in your own. “Alright, come on then,” You laughed gently, pulling him across the glimmering tile floor towards the booth he had pointed out.

You slid smoothly against the red leather material of the seating as Stan placed the made-for-two milkshake in the centre of the surface that now divided the two of you, where you could both just about reach it. You took the straw closest to you, taking a small sip from the large beverage. Stan took a slightly larger sip, and winced as his hand went to his temple, massaging the skin gently in circles. “Brain freeze?” You asked teasingly, a knowing smile on your lips. The pure tone of your voice made Stan crack a chuckle. “Maybe.” He replied, just as teasingly. “If you think it’s so funny... I dare you to try and drink as much as I just did and not get a brain freeze.” He challenged you, folding his arms one over the other, and leaning on the table, a wide and almost mischievous smile lining his lips. You hummed quietly, considering the offer. “Alright... But if manage to do it... I get a kiss from you,” You bartered with him, and he looked a little taken aback by the proposal. “I, uh, what? Wait, how about if you managed to do it, you...” He trailed off for a moment, “Or, rather we, can go back to your place and cuddle.” He smiled his heavenly sweet smile over in your direction. You barely gave yourself time to consider this offer- a running theme in his oh so sweet suggestions- before you began to nod. “Alright, deal.” You brokered, beginning to grin. This would be easy. Or at least you assumed this would be easy. You were quickly proven wrong however, when you started to try and complete his challenge.

It was after the very first mouthful that you knew you had made a mistake, and understood why Stan had gotten a brain freeze so quickly. Though your small sip a few moments prior had been no trouble at all, a large gulp like this was too much, it was beyond freezing. You tried not to let it show, though, powering through until you were sure you had drunk more than Stanley had done, even if it was only a little bit. Stan was still wearing a very smug look on his face, though. You quirked a brow at him, trying desperately not to wince at the still freezing feeling in the back of your throat. “What?” You asked, rather confused about his expression. “You’re faking it.” “Am not.” You retorted, not even missing a beat. “Are too,” He laughed at your expression, which had now become rather grumpy. “Come on, Y/N, I know you. You’re faking not having a brain freeze, I can tell just by looking at your face.” He gestured you as he smiled widely, holding back another laugh. You leant back in your seat with a sigh, “But if I admit to it... Then I won’t be getting cuddles..” You reasoned, pouting ever so slightly as you spoke. Stan seemed to consider this, before giving you a sweet smile and chuckling softly. He adored that you would try to do such a trivial and silly thing just to spend time with him, and be close to him. “Well, I think that just putting that much effort in deserves at least a five minute cuddle...” At this you gave a mild squeak of glee. “Thank you, Stan!” You laughed happily, and you both then made pretty quick work of the milkshake, before sliding back out of the booth and giddily going to collect your bikes.

The ride to the clubhouse seemed quicker than the one going to the diner, which struck you as a little odd. It should have been at least ten minutes longer, and yet it didn’t seem to even chalk up to your original journey. Not that you were complaining- the faster you got to the underground clubhouse the sooner you could hug Stanley- it was just something you realised as you both laid your bikes to rest against a tree or the bike stand already attached to the pedal-powered vehicle. Stan was the one to open the trapdoor and usher you down there, and although the ladder rungs creaked quietly beneath your weight, you were confident they wouldn’t give out from under you. You had faith in Ben’s handiwork. Stan was swift to follow you, coming up behind you and snaking his arms around your waist, making you squeal quietly. You had more expected for him to wait till you both had settled down in the hammock or another seat, but you didn’t mind this, not at all. You giggled softly as you felt him rest his chin on your shoulder, “You know...” You said quietly to him, a smile creeping over your lips as you spoke, “I think we would be a lot more comfortable in the hammock.” For a moment Stan considered this, before nodding and carefully picking you up by your waist. You let him, shifting slightly so you could wrap your arms around his neck for better support. He placed you carefully in the suspended material of the hammock, before maneuvering his way in after you. After a minute or so of scrambling, it ended up that you were cradling Stan’s head in your lap, wrapping some of his curls around your fingers carefully, his eyes shut in a state of bliss. You smiled warmly at the sight of him so relaxed, it wasn’t often you got to see it. After about half an hour sat like that, no words spoken between you for they were not needed, you decided to speak up. The sun’s rays had begun to wane, and you knew you’d have to go your separate ways for another day soon enough.

"Stan... We’ll need to make a move soon..” You told him, trying your best not to break the tranquil air around the two of you. Stan grumbled, shifting slightly so that his warm and loving hazel eyes could stare back up at your own. “I know... Just... Ten more minutes... Please.”

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pauleonotis · 4 years

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These last 2-3 days really reminded me of an old Drarry Au that I had so after searching for my old notes I revised them and thought I‘d share it.

(Trans!Harry, Trans!Draco; Warning: There’s mention of some transphobic behavior)

When Harry was sitting for the first time in the train on his way to Hogwarts Ron joined him

»Hi. I‘m Ron Weasley,« he said and Harry smiled »I‘m Harry Potter.«

Ron looked at him confused and hesistantly asked if he has heard his name right. Harry just nodded.

His new found friend asked him a couple of questions and they talked about what Ron had heard about him, or at least what he had heard about ’her’

Harry answered everything and then started to explain about him still being a boy even though he was born with female body parts

And for the first time ever he didn’t get a snarky remark like “it‘s just a phase“ or “but your biological gender is and will always be female“ (which btw was still not true, while he had a vagina his biological gender still is male. He was born with a male brain. So even as little child it already felt wrong being called a girl. Everyone out there might only see his female body but Harry simply knew better even without understanding it back then.)

»Is it true?« came a voice from outside their compartment. Draco was standing there. »They‘re saying all down the train that Hailey Potter‘s in this compartment. So it’s you, is it? I‘m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.«

Harry looked at Draco but before he could say anything it was Ron who spoke up »It‘s Harry Potter.«

Draco sniggered and looked at Ron sneering »I don’t need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford,« he told him and continued »it also seems like your family can’t afford medical bills. You might want to check your hearing.«

Draco now turned to Harry »You‘ll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.« He held out his hand.

»I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks,« Harry replies coolly. »And just so you know, Ron was right. It is Harry Potter. I identify as male.«

For a moment Harry could swear he saw something apologetic in Draco’s glance. But then it turned sour. He stormed off flushing angrily.

It took quite some time until everyone referred to him as Harry Potter and until he was known as the boy who lived. But in Hogwarts no one seemed to mind, it was the complete opposite reaction of what he has experienced in the muggle world and he loved it. He finally felt accepted, his mind was at peace and he didn’t hear anyone talking about him badly or made him feel like he doesn’t belong. Here he was just an ordinary student at Hogwarts. Even Draco Malfoy didn’t say anything bad about him being transgender. Tho he did insult him or his friends and played some unfair and mean pranks, that’s how he became Harry‘s school nemesis.

After the war Harry came back to finish his education.

During the summer break he went to Poppy Pomfrey, who nursed him quite a lot over the years. She was the only medical witch he trusted so she was the one to do the sex reassignment (tho it wasn’t a sex reassignment per se, after all he was already a man.)

She also gave him potions for his voice to get deeper and to support his facial hair growth.

Surprisingly quite a lot students came back, even from Slytherin, including Draco.

So many that they still managed to form Quidditch teams of every house, which was the reason that McGonagall allowed the 8th year students to play matches too.

After the game Gryffindor vs. Slytherin they all went to change when Harry noticed Draco, sitting subtle on a bench and waiting for everyone to shower, dress up and leave.

It seemed like he didn’t notice Harry so when it got quiet he stood up and began undressing. Harry did the same while keeping an eye on Malfoy.

When he took off his shirt that’s when he noticed Draco was wearing something beneath it. And then he realized what exactly it was.

A chest binder.

»Are you done watching me, Potter? I‘d like to change without getting stared at. Preferably alone actually,« he snarled.

It took him a moment to progress everything. And that’s when Harry noticed the slight swaying in the sound of Dracos voice. He was using a spell for it.

»I never noticed,« admitted Harry »You could’ve went to Pomfrey, you know?« at that Draco huffed.

»Of course you didn’t. No one did, because it’s none of your business. If I would tell Pomfrey everyone would know sooner or later, I can’t risk that.«

»Why though? You saw how accepting everyone was- still is. Yeah you were a git but they wouldn’t say something about you being a trans man, because it wouldn’t change anything at all. For example you and your friends literally did hate me and still didn’t go for my most sensitive part.«

»I didn’t hate you, I was jealous,« Draco admitted, to both of their surprise

»If someone would find out they‘d tell my father. You don’t know how my parents are. Not every wizard and every witch is as accepting as you might think, Potter,« Draco spat

While everyone at Hogwarts already knew Draco was male (with Snapes help so that the teachers would call him by the right pronouns, he was the only one who knew and he took this secret to his grave), at home he didn’t dare to use any of his charms or to wear his clothes and his binder beneath.

At home he was forced to be Cassiopeia Malfoy. Being his parents‘ 'princess'. He hated it.

He envied Harry, who didn’t have his parents anymore so he doesn’t need to be afraid of not being accepted, kicked out or getting disowned.

Draco, even though his parents would only love him for being their little girl and not loving him the way he actually was, loved his parents dearly.

It breaks his heart while he has always been well-behaved and polite just the way his parents have raised him and while he‘d do everything for them out of love, they couldn’t accept him for who he truly was.

After all the only thing that would change was his name and his physical appearance somewhat.

It was then when Draco noticed his cheeks were wet. While thinking about his parents he must‘ve began to cry. And even worse, Harry was still there looking at him surprised. And he was about to say something.

»You would never understand,« Draco said dismissively while wiping always his tears and turned away. He now continued getting dressed.

»You‘re wrong. I do understand. Most likely better than anyone else ever would,« Harry replied and thought of his uncle Vernon and his aunt Petunia.

They already hated him for his magic. And while Harry actually didn’t mind wearing Dudleys old clothes, they always made fun of him. Being a girl and wearing too big and old boys clothes.

»It’s horrible. Being afraid of telling people who are close to you something that means so much to you,« Harry said and began walking towards Draco.

»People who are supposed to love and support you. No matter what because they’re family. It’s a relief to finally speak out loud about it. Being able to tell it the whole world. You shouldn’t have hide like that, Draco,« Harry continues.

»But for what price?! I could lose everything, Potter! The love and support of my parents, my home and safe place, all of my hopes and dreams—« Draco began but his breath hitched when Harry turned him around and held his shoulders.

»The love and support for a person that isn’t you? For what price? Well, Happiness. Yes there might be some people who can’t accept you the way you are but that’s just their limited thinking. What matters most is that you stay true to yourself. No matter what people say about you and no matter how much they try to talk you out of it or try to make you insecure by telling you they would know better. They don’t. It’s your life, your decisions, and your mind and body. Not theirs. They have nothing to say about your life and the way you want to live it. And if they can’t stay out of your business then let them waste their time by giving unnecessary remarks. Because you« Harry wiped away Dracos tears, apparently he has started to cry again but this time he didn’t care »are free to do whatever you want. It’s them who are not satisfied enough with their lives so they have to take it out on others somehow. Slap them in their face by showing them how beautiful it is to just express yourself the way you are. You’re independent and you certainly don’t need anyone’s approval for simply being yourself.«

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(At the end of this post I‘d like to mention that I myself am not transgender. Everything I wrote especially regarding the thoughts and fears is what I remember a friend of mine told me or what I did read and/or researched online. I just added some little details that I thought of while I imagined what I would think or of what I would be afraid of and/or insecure about if I myself would be a female being born with male body parts or the other way around.

It‘s possible that I made some mistakes, so please believe me when I say that I do not want to offend anyone who was reading this nor do I want to share any false informations. Please tell me if you found something that I might have misunderstood and what I need to change to correct my mistake/s.

Apart from that I also want to add that it‘s 4am [update: now almost 6- why am I like this?;-;] and I had to write this down otherwise I couldn’t sleep so I probably made mistakes in spelling and/or grammar. But I hope there aren’t too much so that it’s not distracting.)

#harry potter #draco malfoy #harry potter au #trans rights #trans harry potter #trans draco malfoy #mentions of transphobic behaviour #drarry #is this a ficlet?#idk #anyway #have a great day or night!#my art

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lookatmerosalie · 4 years

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Love’s Consequences, Fifteen

Not even really caring about class starting, I run after Sammy as fast as my legs can take me.

"Sammy, wait!" I yell as she turns a corner. She runs faster in response, and jumps into the nearest women's restroom.

I stand outside, not wanting to cause a scene and possibly get in trouble for violating Title IX. Instead, I knock on the door.

"Sammy, can we talk? Please?" I beg.

"Go away."

"You can't stay in there forever," I tell her sternly.

"Try me," she says, clearly through tears.

To make matters weirder, a girl, likely a freshman, walks over to try to enter the bathroom. As soon as she notices me knocking and yelling, she turns around and keeps walking in the other direction. Oops.

"Listen, I just want to talk. I want to explain it to you," I tell her, desperate.

She opens the door very suddenly, and I double backwards.

"What is there to explain? You not only lied to me, but you started dating the guy I obviously liked?" she confronts me angrily.

I go silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry. I was scared to tell you that I'm gay. And I started liking Austin out of nowhere. I didn't do it just to spite you, Sammy."

"Tell me, what day did this start?" she asks, crossing her arms. I look at the ground, not really wanting to respond.

"Listen, it doesn't--"

"No, tell me when it started," she insists, annoyed.

I sigh. "It was the day you told him you liked him."

"Unbelievable," she says, storming off.

Is it really so bad that I started dating the guy I love?

I head back to class after her, and stay silent the whole time. It's a total repeat of last month, as if I hadn't gone through enough stress with her.

The whole way home, I couldn't stop thinking. I was torn; I should be able to be with Austin, he doesn't belong to anyone else. But the timing did suck.

If I put myself in her shoes, I know I'd be just as upset. If I asked Austin out that day, he said no, and Sammy swooped in and took him, I'm not sure I'd ever recover. I can't imagine the way she feels.

As soon as I get to my room, I start brainstorming. I close the door behind me, pull out all the art supplies I can, and try to use as much of my puny brain as possible. I work tirelessly, until I can't work anymore.

It's complete.

"Dylan, I don't want to talk to you," Sammy says sternly after picking up her phone. She had no choice, she left me to go on voicemail at least five times before that.

"Sammy, I want to make it up to you. Can I come pick you up?" I ask, pleadingly.

She sighs deeply. "You're the last person I want to see right now."

I frown. "I know. I want to make things better."

"Whatever, but it doesn't mean I'm going to forgive you."

"I understand."

I instantly drive over to her house, and wait for her to come outside. She gets in the car willingly, but glares out the passenger window the entire time.

I don't bother to start any conversation with her in the car. I knew it'd be hopeless to try. So, I continue driving.

Once I park, she looks at me, a little confused.

"Why are we at this park?"

"Come here, follow me."

Sammy and I head out on a field trip with the rest of our art class. They ended up deciding on this park in town, holding some beautiful waterfalls, streams, and ponds.

The late March breeze hits us, but the pretty scene helps us stay distracted enough from it.

"Have you ever been here?" Sammy asks me as the group follows our teacher down a trail.

I shake my head. "I wish, this is a pretty nice place."

We all stroll down as a group, heading to where the water pools at the bottom. Sammy and I stick to our own little pair, while the other cliques talk amongst themselves.

All year, of course, Sammy's been having to deal with Rachel, an ex-friend of hers, being in the same class. Back in eighth grade, about a year ago, the two of them had an extremely rough fight, and neither have recovered since then. Since then, Rachel's picked up a new group of friends, spending time with the more popular art girls.

They hadn't gotten into any kind of confrontation up to this point. Merely passive aggressive maneuvers and bitter glances.

Today, that track record changed.

Once the teacher had us split off to find different sceneries to sketch, she went off with a group of students, leaving Sammy and I to explore where we were. What we didn't realize, however, was that Rachel was close by.

Sammy points out a small creek and squats down to feel the water. Out of nowhere, Rachel pushes her forward, making her fall into the stream.

"Hey, what's your problem!" I yell as I lend my hand to Sammy. She takes it, and gets back up. Her shirt got all wet, and ended up dropping her notebook in the water.

"Sorry you can't take a joke, loser," Rachel laughs, walking away.

"Are you okay?" I ask Sammy, trying to help her reorganize her stuff.

She gives me a light smile. "Yeah. Thank you for helping me up."

"I wouldn't leave you hanging."

I lead Sammy down to the same creek that Rachel pushed her in nearly two years ago. She looks at me and glares a little.

"What, are you gonna push me in? Is that why you brought me here?" she jabs.

Instead of saying anything, I hand her a piece of paper. She looks at it, her facial expression transforming.

"Wow... is this supposed to be me?" she asks, softer. I nod.

Before I left, I finished a sketch of her that I'd been working on back in January for an assignment. Though I abandoned it then, I knew I had to finish it and follow through.

I depicted her with beautiful, flowing hair, adorned by a flower crown. Though I didn't have time to add any color, I made sure to present her the way I saw her: beautiful, strong, and happy.

"I thought you ditched this back at the beginning of the semester," she says, staring at the page.

"I wanted to finish it. I want you to see how you look, not how you think you look," I tell her.

"I don't look this pretty, you're buttering me up," she says, laughing gently. I shake my head.

"Sammy, I know you're gorgeous, and I'm not even attracted to girls. The reason, I think, that I wanted to date you, was because I love you so dearly. But just platonically."

She smiles, but then goes back to frowning not long after. "Then why'd you do all this to me? Why'd you swoop in like that? Do you not care about me?"

"Sam, of course I do. Austin called me over, not the other way around. I didn't time it that way on purpose, I promise," I admit.

She furrows her eyebrows. "So, Austin totally brushed me off for you."

I look at the ground, figuring out the words to say. "Listen, Austin didn't mean anything by it either. He realized he didn't want to risk anyone else's feelings because he was too scared to admit his sexuality. That includes you."

"You're just saying that."

"No. He told me he was mad at himself for leading you on, and for hurting anyone's feelings."

Sammy sighs and sits down on a rock. "I need time to process this situation. I don't know if we can go back to normal yet, Dylan. I'm mad, and I'm upset."

I pat her on the shoulder. "Take as much time as you need. But know that I'll be right here when you need me."

"Thank you."

#love #romance #romantic comedy #comedy #teen #teen fiction #fiction #bxb #lgbt #gay #fifteen #love's consequences #writing #original content #high school

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se-ono-waise-ilia · 4 years

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After Party Chapter 6

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Summary: The organized and dignified celebration of winning the war shifts once some of the older crowd leaves in the middle of the night, and the children of the Khaganate introduce some party elements that lead to a more raunchy affair.

Warnings: mature content, sex, implied PTSD, a situation going from 0 to 100

Why: Because Nesryn’s memory of the party left a lot to the imagination. So let’s dance…

...and I think Fenrys and Petrah would make an awesome pairing.

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Fenrys knew the next logical step in such interactions was heated groping and desperate removal of clothes. Yet he found himself continuing to only kiss Petrah Blueblood.

He greatly enjoyed kissing her in the empty dark hallway in some isolated part of the castle, but he was starting to grow terrified that she would want more. And he was even more terrified at the thought of what it meant that he was terrified of going further.

Now he began to think too much, and his hands became more awkward when they grazed up and down her arms. Her hands were previously wrapped around his neck, and they now moved against his chest.

Fenrys thought she was moving towards his jacket’s enclosure, and he felt himself panic what the hell is wrong with me I should want this but I don’t…

But actually, Petrah gently pushed him back, breaking contact with his lips.

She stared at him with an unreadable expression. Fenrys didn’t know what to do. He simultaneously felt humiliated, emasculated; yet relieved and safe.

“Breath,” Petrah commanded. Fenrys didn’t realize he had stopped. He took a shaky breath in, and out.

Apparently, it wasn’t satisfactory according to Petrah. She brought her hand up as she inhaled, and brought it down as she exhaled. She did it again, indicating to Fenrys that he should copy her. He obediently did.

After a few deep breaths, Petrah stopped moving her hand. They stared at each other.

Fenrys felt the need to say something, “Look, I’m sorr-” he was cut off by a finger on his lips.

She then moved her hand to cup his cheek, and she gave him a subtle look of sincere kindness.

All of a sudden, it hit Fenrys. The experience of it being OK for him to not have sex, to have someone help him breath, to have someone not judge him for having or not having sex, to experience an absolute lack of pressure to not do anything he didn’t want to do…his body started shaking. Before Fenrys knew it, he was on his knees sobbing into Petrah’s dress.

Hot tears poured down his face, mucus ran down his nose, his recent scars burned from the stretching of his jaw as he gasped for air between sobs. One part of his brain told him to suck up his emotions and break down in private, but there was a stronger part that told him he was safe with this Blueblood witch. To let it all out.

He suddenly registered that there were nails scratching his scalp in a soothing manner, “Breath,” he was told again. He had never experienced satisfaction in obedience before, but somehow Petrah’s calm and authoritative tone was welcome. Fenrys copied her earlier movement, and moved his fingers up and down as he breathed.

She continued to massage his scalp as his sobbing slowly faded, and he had enough control over his body to wipe his face on his sleeve. Actually, both sleeves. He noticed his face was extremely wet. Some residual tears were shed, and he used his palms to wipe those away.

Petrah then kneeled in front of him, taking his face in her hands, tracing his twin scars, “The person who made you feel this way - did you make them pay?” She asked with a look of subtle fury on her face. He had never met someone with such subtle facial expressions to match such strong emotions.

“Yes,” Fenrys responded, thinking of the feeling of Goldryn going through Maeve’s heart. Petrah nodded in approval, and looked as if she was retracting into her own thoughts. She understood, “And you?”

He didn’t know enough about her to know if she had pain and trauma similar to his, but he had a very strong feeling she didn’t only sympathize with him, but emphasized. There was something knowing about the way she looked at him and comforted him.

She only nodded with a the strong jerk of her chin.

They stared at each other. Somehow at the same time, they gave each other a triumphant smile, both understanding the cruel victory of a successful revenge.

Then their lips crashed into each other, and Fenrys lost control of himself. All he knew was that he needed her.

His mouth and tongue roamed on instinct upon her mouth and neck, his hands ran up and down her body, his lower body found its way between her legs and started grinding against her core. She responded in kind, with her nails clawing his jacket off of him, her back arching into his body, and her hips reacting to his.

“Fenrys, take me if you want me,” she hissed into his ear. He utilized his fae strength and speed to pick her up into standing and pressing her against the wall. While using one arm and hand to support her weight, he used his other to unsheathe himself and rip her panties off.

He was in enough control to pause for a moment and stare into her eyes, “I’ve never wanted someone more in my life,” and then he plunged into her.

She bared her iron teeth at him, and he pressed his forehead against hers. He rippled at the pleasure of being wrapped in her warm wet heat. But he didn’t make any thrusting motions. He only pressed into her against the wall, and wrapped a strand of her brassy hair around his hand. His thumb gently rubbed against her temple.

The desperation he previously felt melted away as he stared into her blue eyes, and encountered a deeper feeling. Something that connected him to her. A word passed through his mind, and his eyes widened in realization.

But then she moved herself against him, and instinct took over. As he held her against the wall and made love to her, he buried his face into her neck and inhaled, Gods she feels… and her scent..myrrh and rosemary.

He continued to tenderly rub her temple with his thumb as he nuzzled into her neck, “Petrah,” he found himself moaning over and over again, enraptured by the slick feeling of his cock pumping in and out of her. He was barely able to form a thought beyond focusing on the physical sensation of her sex and scent.

“I want to see your eyes,” she whispered. As he had, and now always would, he obeyed her without question.

Her hands found their way back into his scalp, subtly scratching him.

Her eyes fluttered, “Oh…” was all she said as he observed color flood her face and he realized she was climaxing. Her eyes became hooded, and her breathing labored. She looked angelic.

Fenrys climaxed with her, never breaking eye contact with his…he felt euphoric. He felt his mouth opening without breath, heat crawling up and down his body, his pelvis jerking without control, his brain lit up with the physical and emotional gravity of this joining.

Their foreheads touched again as they breathed together through their orgasms, and he closed his eyes to mentally capture this moment.

Her lips on his brought him back to the present. They ever so softly kissed each other.

Gently, he lifted her off him and set her on the ground and reluctantly unwound her golden hair from his hand. He secured his pants back around his waist, and quickly wrapped his arms back around her as soon as possible.

“Petrah…” she looked up at him, her face showed a subtle glow of joy, “Forgive me if this is too soon. I know we only met a few hours ago,” when they made eye contact on the dance floor, and he found himself pulled towards her, “but I think you may be my-”

Again, she cut him off with her finger. He couldn’t help but kiss it as she said, “You fae, always so focused on labels.” Then she grasped his hand, and pulled him with her back in the direction of the party, “Let’s get a drink. I’m parched.”

He smirked, but pulled away from her as he noticed her ripped panties still on the ground. She quirked an eyebrow at him, and he bent down to pick them up. Then he brought them to his nose and inhaled.

She scoffed at him and continued to pull him. The smell of her aroused him, and he unashamedly quickened his pace to whisper in her hair, “I can think of something wet that I would dearly love to lap up.”

She turned and pressed him against the wall. He heard a whoosh of air as her iron nails came out, and one drew blood from his neck, “As can I,” she whispered as she licked up the bead of blood. Fenrys heard himself whine like the leashed wolf that he was.

They stared at each other.

“Can I bite you?” She asked.

“Only if I can bite you back,” He responded with a grin.

Neither of them made it back to the party for another drink. In fact, they didn’t even make it out of that hallway.

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I think Fenrys and Petrah are perfect for each other!!!

I know how I want this story to end, but I haven’t written the final chapter yet. I may add 1 or 2 more steamy chapters before finishing. Any thoughts on which characters to write next?

#throne of glass #throne of glass spoiler #kingdom of ash spoilers #kingdom of ash #fentrah #fenrys x petrah #Fenrys #fenrys moonbeam #petrah blueblood #petrah #throne of glass fanfiction #sarah j mass #SJM #sjmaas #elorcan #rowaelin #manorian

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Ben Hargreeves and Din Djarin

Ben Hargreeves

I don’t know them / don’t know them but they intrigue me / i hate them / i dislike them / would low key wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / fav character / would die for them / problematic fav / character I love to hate / character I hate to love / too pure for this world / literally on sight

favorite thing about them: From what relatively little we see, we still get a complex character. He’s a snarky dork. He’s sarcastic, adorable, dorky, and sweet. (And deserves so much better) He obviously loves his family, and probably used books as a means to escape his shitty real life/afterlife. I can relate. But even though he seemed to be the most outwardly nerdy one growing up, he was apparently just as prone to being a mischievous little shit with occasionally no brain cells as the rest of his family. I love that he had a multilayered personality, that in general you can call him sweet, but it really doesn’t serve as a clear overall description because there’s so much more to him. I love characters that feel like real people. (My main reason for loving the show itself, really)

Least favorite thing about them: He can be manipulative. We really don’t get to see him interact with people outside of Klaus most of the time. But pretty much the only ability he has for 13 years is to use words. Couldn’t touch anything, couldn’t tell anyone else what was going on with Klaus... So yeah, I’m sure he had to get pretty good at using verbal emotional barbs during his afterlife.

brOTP: I want more stories about his childhood with Diego and with Vanya. I know that even he could be dismissive of her sometimes since that’s basically what was ingrained in them. But I got the impression he was still one of the kindest to her. And from the sounds of it, he and Diego were up to trouble as kids. And I LIVE for that shit. (Why do you think I’m a huge fan of Fred & George or Merry & Pippin. Troublemakers ftw!)

OTP: Ben/Life

nOTP: Ben/any of the siblings. Shipping the Hargreeves siblings together kinda squicks me out.

other ship(s): Ben’s one-sided crush on Jill was friggin’ adorable on his side of things. (Again, he’s a DORK and I LOVE him for it). But given that she was completely unaware of him and obsessed (and already had sex) with his brother... makes it get kinda... weird. Not sure I can entirely ship it for that, but crushy Ben was fuckin’ cute anyway.

Fave line: He got some especially good ones in Season 2. “Maybe you have the right to be pissed off and sad and messed up, but it’s a shitty world full of shitty people sometimes.” And of course, who can forget “I love dirt.” But honestly its his facial expressions and body language in response to things around him that are THE BEST. He radiates sarcasm even when he says nothing. (I also like when he says “Attagirl”, but that’s just.... my brain being a freak.)

Rando headcanon: He read Lord of the Rings when they were all pre-teen age (maybe some of the others did too, who knows), and his favorite character was Faramir. If asked for a favorite Fellowship member, he’d say Frodo. But Faramir is the character he sort of latched onto while reading them.

Unpopular opinion: He’s not a perfect angel. I know I talk about him being a sweet, pure cinnamon roll. But I guess that’s more in comparison to his siblings. Fandom acts like he is always totally innocent and pure and nothing but kind. But honestly, he’s just as fucked up as the rest of them, so he’s had his own share of asshole moments. I mean seriously, if he’d been corporeal and standing in front of me when he told Klaus “You’d be dead if it weren’t for me,” I’d have whacked him with a rolled up newspaper. Favorite character or no. Much as I dearly love him. That was uncalled for.

Song I associate with them: “Until it Sleeps” -Metallica (I’d link but fucking tumblr hates links nowadays)

Fav picture of them: I am still rather fond of The Wink. I am but one useless, weak bisexual.

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Din Djarin

favorite thing about them: His dedication to his people and family. There is nothing he will not do for family. (And by family, I don’t mean the people fate stick you with, but the people you CHOOSE to consider family. That’s one of the things I love about Mandalorian culture in general.)

Least favorite thing about them: That there’s still so little there for us to see or work off of. It feels like he’s still so much of a blank slate of a character. Like a lot of our love for him is who he is with OTHER people, and the potential for who he could be.

brOTP: I could never have seen myself saying this before season 2, but I actually would love to see him and Mayfield team up again. I genuinely really enjoyed that character’s second episode. And I’d very much DISLIKED him in season 1. But that was some great interaction this time around and I want more.

OTP: Not sure I actually ship him with anyone romantically ATM.

nOTP: Din/Cara Dune. No. They’re just bros. Please gods, do not try to make that romantic. It would just be weird.

other ship(s): I got nothin’. There’s been some moments with others definitely getting some Mando thirst but really, can you blame them? Mandalorian armor is sexy AF, I’ve been sayin it for a decade. I’m glad people are finally agreeing.

Fave line: “Moff Gideon. You have something I want. You may think you have some idea what you are in possession of, but you do not. Soon, He will be back with me. He means more to me than you will ever know.” That scene. Chills. Fuckin’ CHILLS.

Rando headcanon: Drawing a blank. We really do need to see some more of him. I mean, to some degree there isn’t a lot there to work off of. Which sometimes can lend itself to a boatload of headcanons. But in some cases, it’s still vague enough I feel like I have nothing to even start from. I really hope we get some more character development and complexity from Din in Season 3.

Unpopular opinion: I’m not actually sure what the unpopular opinions of him are... I guess I don’t see Pedro Pascal as thirst-inducingly hot as a lot of people seem to? Don’t get me wrong, I do think he’s pretty attractive. I’m with people there. But for me, he just isn’t at the level of super-mega-awesome-foxy-hot a LOT of Din Djarin fans seem to see him as.

Song I associate with them: Don’t really have one as of yet. I’m racking my brain, but nope. Don’t really have anything in my collection (that I can think of) that seems to fit him.

Fav picture of them: I love this shot. Is this not the most Mandalorian thing you have ever fuckin’ seen? Darksaber in one hand, foundling in the other, pure beskar armor gleaming, pure beskar spear strapped to his back, all while having just defeated a dangerous foe. Mando AF.

#ben hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #ghost boi #ember you useless bisexual #mando #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #im-tom

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The Best Intentions - Part 30

“Think on it,” Ansgar said. “Maybe even talk to your sister about it. She knows me. She knows how I work.”

Elias’ face fell into an odd, unreadable expression. He kept silent for a long moment, and when he smiled, the light did not reach his eyes. When he spoke, his words were a whisper - not angry, but intent. “She knows how you… work, eh?” His eyes narrowed. “Does she now?”

A shard of ice stabbed down Ansgar’s back - a familiar jolt, one that, as it melted, brought back a wave of memory. A memory of Rufus Valentine, of Faye’s brother, when he’d made a similar challenge. A similar challenge which had led to a deep friendship while he was married to Faye. A similar challenge which, when things fell away, had led to a threat of death upon their next meeting - should they ever meet again. Which Ansgar hoped they would not.

He hated the idea of having to kill the man.

And now, he saw the beginnings of the same from Elias. The natal spark. It froze Ansgar, his beer glass hovering, his hand unmoving, his facial muscles stiff, eyes rock hard and boring into the other man. It took a moment before Ansgar moved, but what made the shell of ice break away was the sudden flash of fear in the other man’s eyes. Ansgar lowered his mug and set his hands flat upon the table, considering, thinking.

And finally, he let his breath out. Here we go again… He relaxed. He smiled, the alcohol in his blood easing him. He spoke. “Look, friend….”

But Elias cut him off. “Answer my question, Martinsson. Exactly what knowledge does… does my sister have about you?”

Ansgar smirked, glaring at Elias through the sides of his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Careful, Elias. I see that nasty little question just sitting there on the tip of your tongue,” he sneered. “If you’re as buzzed as I am, you might just ask it. You might just say something stupid, something you’ll regret. And believe me, you’ll regret it.”

“I deserve to know. I’m her brother.”

Ansgar sighed. “Listen, man. My sister is four years younger than me. Her name is Leda. She lives here in Stockholm. Works as an interior designer and she’s talented as fuck. In fact, I use her on my own projects from time to time. She’s a bit of an entitled, spoilt little bitch, but I love her dearly. Anyway, my brother and I, we are both fully involved in her life. I know, at any time, who she’s seeing. I know who she’s dating. I know who she’s fucking. Follow me?”

Elias’ eyes widened. “I do,” he spat.

“Good,” Ansgar squinted and gave a curt nod. “So, know this. Should anyone, any man, or any woman for that matter, ever hurt her, in any way, shape or form, I will hunt that person down and put a bullet in their brain, and don’t think I am speaking in hyperbole because I am most certainly not.”

He paused, then, letting the sentiment sink in, glaring at Elias through lowered, narrowed eyes. He relished in the renewed wash of apprehension that slid over Elias’ features. He knew he was frightening him - but moreso in gaining the man’s respect rather than driving him to somehow forbid Ansgar’s relationship with Joline.

It was a fine line that Ansgar trod. And he knew it.

He took a sip of beer. “The only reason I know the identity of those persons who fuck my sister is because she tells me. She’s honest with me and… and… and open with me, and that honesty comes only in her own time and on her own terms. I neither force her to tell me these things nor do I ask those whom I suspect have carnal knowledge of her. Do you see where I’m going with this, Elias?”

Elias nodded and swallowed.

Ansgar smiled. “Good, I’m glad you do. So then,” he instructed, “the first lesson learnt is that I understand entirely where you’re coming from. I get you. I’m an older brother, too. I respect your feelings about me, about Joline, about this whole situation.”

“Fine. And the second lesson?”

“If you want to know whether Joline and I are…,” he cleared his throat, pulled a face, and and gestured with a subtle vulgarity, “… well, don’t you think you ought to ask her, instead of me? Or simply wait for her to tell you? Out of respect for your sister and out of respect for your own career.”

Elias frowned, confused. “My… c-career?”

Ansgar nodded slowly, humming a tight lipped “mmm hmmm,” prodding the man to think. He kept his eyes on Elias but hid his face behind a long pull of his beer.

“Oh,” Elias nodded sagely. “I get it. You just laid the possibility of this lucrative, cushy job right at my feet, and now I’m… I’m….”

“Acting the unappreciative arsehole big brother,” Ansgar chuckled. His next words were sharp and cutting, but he spoke them with a smile and a lighthearted air. “I can elevate your career to new heights, my friend. But at the same time, if you somehow end up on my bad side… I can ruin it.”

Elias laughed nervously. “Look, Ansgar,” he leaned forward, elbows rest heavily upon the table. “All I want to know is… is… is what your intentions are toward my sister. You’ve been in the news lately, with your wife and –”

Ansgar lifted a hand. “Don’t you dare mention her. Not now. Not ever.”

Elias slinked back into his chair and sipped absently at his beer. “Fair enough,” he said, “but I… I can’t help but be concerned. I’ve heard… things about you.”

“That’s in the past,” Ansgar declared. “Far, far in the past. Things… circumstances… hardships have changed me. Enlightened me, so to speak. I can assure… assure you that my intentions toward your sister are nothing but honorable. I like her a great deal, and I care for her.” He swallowed down a belch. “I’d do anything for her, anything.”

“Even hire her unappreciative arsehole big brother?”

“If it means that I get the benefit of your talents, then yes. If it means giving you a path to more income, to give Joline some reprieve from taking care of your mother, then yes. If it means giving your boys more opportunities, more for their education, more time with their… their father, then yes.”

Elias shook his head quickly, blinking in surprise. “You know… about our mother?”

Ansgar nodded. “I know she’s ill, and gravely so. I know Joline’s caring for her. She hasn’t told me as much, hasn’t shared that with me, but I know it nonetheless. She’ll tell me when she’s ready, I’m sure of it, but if there are things I can do behind the scenes to make her life easier, make things better for your mother, then I’ll do it.”

Elias stared, as stiff as Ansgar had been earlier. Only the thing that pierced him was not a shard of ice down his back. Rather, it was a warmth to his heart, a shock to his mind as he attempted to process what Ansgar had just told him.

And the gobsmacked look of him made Ansgar laugh. “Come on, man,” Ansgar guffawed. “I’m not that much of a dick. My reputation isn’t that terrible, is it?”

Elias chewed his bottom lip. “I guess not,” he said. “I just never expected you to be so… so generous.”

“Funny,” he mused. “Joline said the same thing.” He paused for a moment, and the two men considered each other, sussed out the truths of each other, bolstered a new found respect for each other. A respect which Ansgar wanted to seal up, hold tight to, and commemorate. He lifted his hand, and with a quick gesture, summoned the server.

And the server responded immediately, bringing a bottle of Akvavit and two small, stemmed glasses. Ansgar thanked the man, and turned to Elias, gesturing at the setup on the table before them. “Please,” he said. “Do the honors. Pour for us. Pour, and we’ll sing and we’ll drink to our new friendship.”

“I’m not sure I can do this. These fancy to-dos, I’ve always been removed from them… at the theatre, I mean. As house manager, even though I plan these events, I’m not really involved, other than looking to make money for the theatre.”

Rose looked at her new friend with compassion, “You’re unsure because this is personal… and you like him.”

Joline wanted to deny it, wanted to preserve herself, wanted to maintain her dignity and save face. She threw barrier after barrier after stonewall after obstacle to keep Ansgar at, the very least, arm’s length away from her emotions. But if Rose read her that well, she’d already failed to keep him at a safe distance.

“Shit,” she muttered to her feet, her chin dropped to her chest. She kicked at a pebble in the grass with her summer blue heels. Where had she gone wrong? When did intense sexual attraction and chemistry become ‘it’s personal… and you like him’?

Rose chuckled again when she saw Joline’s reaction. She took a shot at what she thought she saw in Joline and the woman all but confirmed it. “Hey there, girl… honey. It’s happened to the best of us.” She caught Joline’s eyes. “We need to rub one out, satisfy Mother Nature’s physical itch to guarantee that the human race continues. Turn to the first person who… wets,” she winked, nodding to the conversation the previous night, “our female bits.”

“That happen to you?” Joline pulled out of her pout. Away from the scrutinizing looks and gossiping whispers, she felt more herself.

“You met Jacqui. She was my summer love affair… four years ago.” Rose linked her arm through Joline’s at the woman’s look of surprise. She followed the curve of the party setup, taking her friend with her. “Don’t be so shocked.”

Joline leaned her head on Rose’s shoulder, their pace leisure and unhurried despite the heavy beat from the rock music coming for the arcade area of the picnic. “How clichéd to catch the feelings for my partner.”

“I shudder to think,” Rose laughed at Joline’s statement, sarcasm dripping from each syllable.

“Tell me, tell me about you and Jacqui,” Joline begged, wanting the distraction more than to spill her guts to her friend about what was happening with her.

“An intern, she was, my Jacqui. We tried to hate each other. I hazed her shamefully.” Rose yanked Joline along to a shelter to sit down. “Let’s sit and chat. The sun is lobstering my face, I can feel it.” The two women stepped under the safety of the natural shade of the all wood gazebo.

Joline pulled her skirt down as she folded herself onto the bench that lined the inside. “So what happened? How did you turn up the temperature?”

Rose leaned back, stretched her legs out in front of her, and stacked one ankle over the other. “Jacqui looks delicious in green.”

“Huh?”

“A heated argument over some basic risotto ended her in wearing the shit. I… ahem… licked—you can fill in the rest. We kept it under wraps for a bit, but feelings can’t be contained… or shoved in a freezer.”

Joline furrowed her brow and then burst out a laugh. “Her or you?”

Rose smiled, fully committing to the memory of it. “Me. A self-inflicted punishment to,” she raised her hands to demonstrate air quotes, “’cool down.’”

“Did it work?” Joline crossed one long leg over the other and crossed her arms.

“For those eleven minutes, it did. But here I am, four years later, just as hot for her now as I was after that time out.” Rose pursed her lips, reading Joline’s defensive body language, sensing her need to hear just why this story applied to her current situation. “Honey, it’s not cliché. It’s wonderful and awful, it’s amazing and terrifying, it’s empowering and painful. It’s all those things when you open up to something—ah! Someone new.”

Joline looked away, scanning the park away from the Martinsson Construction festivities, over the lawn and the trees and the everyday people milling around being normal. She sighed. “I was married before. I met him at university and married him a week after we graduated. I dated him for two years, married him at twenty-one, and divorced him ten years later.”

Rose studied her friend’s face for a long moment. The woman didn’t blink, her eyes glued to the horizon, steeled and dark as she relived her ancient history. “I get it now,” Rose announced with a sympathetic tile of her head. “You had your chance. Is that it? So what happens now? What happens to you now?”

“Secret hidden affairs that last a week, maybe a month at best,” Joline admitted sadly.

“Because you’ve… what? Decided?”

“It’s what I know to be true.” At least it had been since her divorce two years ago. “Nobody wants a divorcee.”

Rose clicked her tongue in her mouth in disdain, disappointed that Joline didn’t see the double standard in her own generalization. “You do. Ansgar is too.” She threw her hands up in frustration, in disgust.

“It’s different for men. He… I’m his lover, but there’s nothing more to it than that.”

The breeze made the trees sound of rain, but it didn’t reach the tense air within the gazebo. Their blue eyes warred over the truth, their own personal truths setting them on opposite sides. Joline knew her empty love affairs of the past two years. Rose had seen Ansgar’s previous marriage and how his dynamic with Joline appeared differently than any relationship that came before.

“He brought you here! His first public appearance since returning to Stockholm. That’s worth more than few tumbles in bed.”

Joline sat forward on the bench, hooking her hands over the edge, and hunching her shoulders in disbelief. “Or maybe it was easier for him not to answer questions about his ex-wife.”

“If that were true, you’d be plastered to his side. Where is your temporary lover?” Another heavy dose of sarcasm with so much emphasis on her pronunciation of temporary.

Jutting her chin in the other direction, Joline didn’t unfurl from her hunched, shell like position. “The VIP tent, with my brother.”

“Your brother?”

Joline confirmed it, shuffling her feet along the wood planks of the floor, wishing she knew what kept them so long. “He invited my brother, his wife and their kids, because he knew I’d object to it.”

Rose burst out a humor filled laugh, shattering the tension in the gazebo. She pushed to her feet, using her momentum to get up into Joline’s face. She pulled the woman out of her prickly, protective and neurotic pose onto her feet. “Honey, that’s foreplay!!” She tucked Joline’s hand under her own arm this time to get her in the center of the party.

“Wha—what do you mean?”

“He’s bringing your people closer into his circle. Schmoozing them, charming them… marking his territory around you, sweet cheeks. It’s all foreplay and pillow talk. You can take your maudlin nobody wants a divorcee crap elsewhere, honey. There’s no room for it here, not with his bullhead around.”

Joline stumbled to keep up with Rose as she made a beeline for the VIP tent, peeking in the windows to get a glimpse inside. The butterflies in Joline’s belly beat a southbound flight, making her slightly nauseous. Rose led them round to the flap inside and dragged her unwilling friend behind her into the tabled area.

Ansgar and Elias sat in the center, clinking their shot glasses together and knocking them back. Their raucous laughter drowned out the other ambient noise of the beer tent. And then there was the singing…. Out of tune, louder than sin and so much less melodic than any song that either woman ever had the displeasure of listening.

#the best intentions

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Obey Me! MC Introduction—Ava.

MC Character Sheet idea — courtesy of @luciferasmr ♡ thank u sm!

i have many depictions of her but i chose this one. courtesy of picrew.

Name: Aveline Mille-Feuille de Poivre et Cornelia

Nickname (if any): Ava (pronounced ah-VA. she’s the type to correct you every time.)

Age: 19

Height: 5′4

Weight: ~130 lbs

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Birthday: 1st February

Star Sign: Aquarius

Hair color: Ivory/Light blonde

Eye color: Lilac

Skin tone: Pale white

Which sin are they like?

1. Pride

2. Greed

3. Gluttony

4. Wrath

5. Lust

6. Sloth

7. Envy

Personality Traits: Ava is a mild-mannered and soft-spoken girl. I like to think she is the traditional Aquarian. She prides herself in being intelligent and having the ability to view things objectively. She comes off a little frosty, sporting a bored facial expression and preferring to let her friends do the talking for her. However, she is very friendly and honest to a fault. Ava is also very sensitive, even though she never likes to show her feelings. When she is comfortable with you, you’ll notice how eccentric she actually is.

Background: Ava was born in Paris, France, in a (fictional) 21st Arrondissement known as Royaume—meaning realm, in French. This district separates magic from non-magic humans. She was born to a family of noble sorcerers, the Mille-Feuille family. (ENG pron. meal-foy) She recently graduated from the Young Sorcerers Academy, a distinguished wizarding school within Paris. Although she is an Honors graduate, she is considered a Rookie Sorcerer and must continue her studies outside of school. This is a firm expectation of her mother, who emphasizes that her magic sophistication is more important than anything else in her life. Ava develops a hidden resentment for her mother because of her lack of freedom.

Why were they chosen for Devildom?: I like to think her “kidnapping” to the Devildom was for her sake. Not only does she get to experience a world outside the “realm” of the magical district, she also has the opportunity to study demonic dark arts and form alliances with the most powerful demons in the Devildom. Maybe that will shut her doting mother up, no?

Hobbies: Ava has a keen interest in sewing and embroidery, as well as fashion. Designing, couture, modelling, the whole nine. She’s French, so it’s inevitable that her modish style would be influenced by what she sees in her world every day. She also likes to collect jewelry and stuffed animals.

Likes: Accessories of Sanrio characters (& other copyrighted animal friends), chemistry, truffles, thigh high boots.

Dislikes: Being told what to do, people disagreeing with her, the food of the Devildom.

Appearance

Casual Clothing: Ava’s everyday clothing is usually a white or black fitted turtleneck. This is paired with a denim or black bodycon skirt and thigh high boots. This simple outfit is paired with a pendant, bracelet and a hairpin. Although she does have plenty of clothes, being in the Devildom limits her selection of wardrobe.

Top: ♡ , ☾

Bottoms: ♡ , ☾

Shoes: ♡, ☾

Accessories (if any): ♡, ☾, ☆, ♢

Glasses?: She does not need reading glasses

Uniform: So when Ava first received her RAD uniform, she thought it was ugly. It was the typical uniform with trousers and the coat, you know the drill. When she requested to alter her uniform, Lucifer almost objected to it but Lord Diavolo didn’t seem to mind, as long as the adornishments of the blazer weren’t manipulated.

Any alterations to their uniform? If so, what?: She decided to elongate the coat and put some light padding underneath to emulate a dress. She also cinched it to fit more tight on her waistline. It reached to her mid-thighs, and maintained its proper buttons and things. With the trousers, she cut them by leg and constructed them into knee-high boots. The process was lengthy (and expensive), but it was done. She pairs this fit with a white frilly blouse underneath the blazer-dress.

Family

Mother: Lady Cornelia Savarin (neé Mille-Feuille), a noble sorcerer and the eldest of the 5 Mille-Feuille daughters. Her appearance is icy, with long ash grey hair paired with sharp baby blue eyes. She seems to never smile. Very bourgie and exudes royal energy 24/7. Cornelia loves her daughter dearly, but she wants to mold her into the woman she grew up to be: Powerful, well-respected, etc.

Father: Duke Poivre Savarin. He was born to a neighboring family of sorcerers. Messy blonde hair and lavender eye color—where Ava gets her looks from. These days, he has abandoned his magic and is currently on a 100-acre farm in the South of France. Ava still has no idea as to why he chose to ditch his life in Royaume. Rumor has it that he committed wrongful acts and fled, others speculate that the Mille-Feuille family disowned him as an in-law. Maybe he just wants to raise cows and chickens. Nonetheless, Ava keeps some contact with her father.

Siblings (if any): None.

Pets?: Ava owns a chinchilla named Bisou, which she obtained while in the Devildom. Satan was the one who brought her and suggested she get a chinchilla. (Lucifer may not approve of having a pet in the house, while also having a massive three-headed hellhound...)

How many friends does your MC have?: While her stay at RAD, she became friends with three low-ranking demon girls: Cléo (ex-human), Bianca (a succubus) and Lolita (a divination witch).

Ava and Cléo have met previously when the latter attended the same school as Ava. However, Cléo’s destructive tendencies got her banished into Hell indefinitely. (long story short she committed domestic terrorism by releasing demonic spirits into the city and possessing a shit ton of people.)

Past relationships: N/A

Has your MC had a relationship before?: As a child she may have had a boyfriend, but that barely counts, right?

Have they been in love?: Nope. Whenever she does though, she will go insane.

How easy do they gain crushes?: Not very easy, to be honest. She tends to be impersonal to people she is not friends with. In a crush, Ava typically keeps people at a distance, especially if she finds herself ‘feeling different’ when she’s around them.

Do they believe in love?: She absolutely believes in love, especially monogamous love. She takes it extremely seriously, making any romantic relationship she finds herself in a slow-pacing one. “The strength of your heart compromises the one of your mind, so why would you give your heart so easy?” she would say.

What’s their type? A confident, intelligent person. Someone that can stimulate her mentally and provide her with devotion. Someone adventurous and sporadic, who is willing to show her a different side to them.

Sexuality: Ava is heterosexual but she came to the conclusion that women provide more emotional comfort.

Which one of the 7 brothers does your MC like the most? okay this is hard one. it’s a tie between Asmodeus and Satan.

Why? Asmodeus, because she got along with him first. They have shared values in beauty and fashion, so it was easy for them to find common ground. She can show off her hobbies and have Asmo be receptive to it. Satan, because they’re both Intellectuals™ and can have a good debate with their big juicy brains. She also likes to compete with him to see who receives the better marks in school.

What traits do they look for in a partner? Dignified, loyal, smart, soft-hearted, sincere, masculine, and protective.

General

Favorite food: Chocolate covered anything. Berries, nuts, lizards, beetles, anything! She also loves anything with cheese on it.

Least favorite: Chips. Too salty.

Favorite topic in school: Science and Magic Studies

Least favorite topic: English

Favorite color: White

Least favorite color: Red

Do they like to be sociable or are they more of a recluse? Ava’s more introverted, but she finds herself to be more sociable in a group.

Favorite movie genre? Fantasy

Do they read a lot or no? Yes, if you count spellbooks and magazines!

Favorite animal: Rodents (i.e, chinchillas, squirrels and ferrets etc.)

Favorite genre of music: She likes French pop from the 60s. This is her favorite song. ♡ she also likes R&B and some rap, introduced by her friends.

Least favorite genre: Acoustics. She prefers the electric guitar over the wooden ones.

Do they like sweets? Yes! The namesake of her last name is a popular dessert, so it’s no doubt that she loves anything pastry and sugary.

Do they like spicy food? Not as much as she likes sweets. She does like red pepper flakes in the inedible Devildom cuisine, if the taste calls for it.

Do they like school? Ava is a dork so she loves school. When she found out she was returning to an academy, she wasn’t that upset about it. This gave her an opportunity to learn more, outperform her peers, and go back to the school atmosphere.

Pet peeves: When people don’t match their clothes, when people question her, anything that she cannot put logical reasoning to, and clutter.

#i absolutely loved doing this #i have been itching for an opportunity to expand on my MC/OC #i like fleshed out characters hence the extensiveness!#tysm again luciferasmr!#obey me! shall we date #obey me mc #also my mc's handle is @avainroyaume #obey me #yk the drill

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