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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 7 months

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The Vampire of Bebbanburg

Note: happy spooky season!

Warnings: angst, mention of death, blood- basically; don't read if you don't like vampires and everything that comes with them.

pairing: Vampire!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You met the vampire you had heard so many stories about.

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'I promise you will never feel alone again.'

You were the only one who had ever seen him and continued to live another day. Him. Sihtric Kjartansson. The vampire of Bebbanburg, as townsfolk called him in whispers. They would never dare to say the title out loud, for the fright of summoning him to their door or window in the dead of night, where he would enchant them with his eyes to invite him in. Fear for the bloodthirsty creature was settled deeply into the bones of everyone in town, and even beyond, even if no one had actually truly seen him in the flesh, with their own eyes. And those who had, didn't live to tell the tale.

And before you had laid eyes on him, you had also only heard the stories, like everyone else. Stories that were told to children in a candlelit bedroom, when it was dark outside. Stories that were told to keep young adults away from the castle at the beach. Stories that made parents and grandparents barricade their doors and nail shut their windows, when the days became shorter and the nights longer. And the story you knew had been told to you by your grandma, when you were young, on a cold October night.

'Sihtric Kjartansson,' she had said as she tucked you in, and you asked about the tale, 'was a warrior when he possessed a beating heart still, hundreds of years ago. Skilled with sword, blade and axe all the same. Strong and handsome he was too, and still is, even after he was cursed with eternal life and a hunger for blood. And ever since he turned, he only leaves the castle at night. He is the one who roams in the shadows. He is the one who peeks through the tiny gap in your curtains. He is the one who scratches softly at your door. His fangs are sharper than those of a wolf, and his eyes… he is capable of sending a shiver down even the Devil's own spine. He never aged since the day he was bitten by God knows what kind of foul creature, nor did he ever lose his charm or strength. And one look into his mismatched eyes is enough to fall under his spell. The vampire is not to be trusted, no matter how sweet his words or how breathtaking his beauty.'

And back then, like every child, you thought it was just a story to keep you up at night and away from the castle during your teens. But as you grew older and came to witness the many rotting bodies that were discovered throughout the years in the river, completely deprived of blood, fear for the vampire had also settled deeply into your bones.

And that night, before you saw him, before you fell under his spell, you felt a shiver go down your spine as you made haste to go home, remembering the story your grandma had told you many years ago, as it was once again a cold October night. Being one of the few healers in town meant you often were called to help people, no matter the time, and that night you only just left a poorly sick man near midnight, having spent hours making concoctions to treat the man's pain. But you knew just like him; his time was up, the sickness had gotten him in its claws. And when the family requested to say goodbye in peace, you left them and went on your way home.

You made haste past the town's square and past the church. And you stopped in front of the entrance of the fogged up graveyard next to it. The graveyard was a shortcut to your home, which you gladly used during the day, but always avoided at night. And yet, for some reason you contemplated taking the shortcut that night, as you desperately wanted to go home and safely lock the door behind you.

After taking a deep breath, you stepped into the fog. You weren't able to walk as fast as you wished, as you needed to mind your step. The graveyard was old and not in use anymore. Over time, crosses and headstones had broken and fallen over, making it a hazard to walk over its hallowed ground in the dark. Luckily, the full Moon accompanied you, but the thick fog that reached up to your knees was still reason enough to be cautious. And halfway through the graveyard, you suddenly stopped upon hearing the sound of a whimper. You held your breath as you looked around, but everything was quiet again and nothing to be seen as you stood there for seconds, listening.

And just when you hiked your skirt up again to continue your walk, and the moon hid behind a sudden cloud, the faint sound returned. You stepped closer into its direction as it continued, worried that someone had also meant to take a shortcut and had fallen over the countless broken memorial pieces, thus getting hurt. As a healer, you could never turn away from a cry for help, no matter how faint, no matter how late at night.

As you closed in on the soft cries, you found a man down on his knees, his back towards you as he was bent over something he cradled in his arms. You felt a sudden uneasiness creep over you as you stepped closer in the mist. And when the moon suddenly reappeared again, you saw that what he was holding in his arms, was the now lifeless body of who's whimpers you had heard only seconds before, while life was being sucked out. And that's when you knew that the man who had his back turned to you was him. Him. Sihtric Kjartansson, the vampire of Bebbanburg. The one who had terrorised this town for centuries, and continued to do so.

You had caught him in the act of feasting, a horrible act you had only heard stories about.

You held your breath as you stared at his broad back, your heart beating so loud it caught his attention. Then, with a thump, the vampire dropped the still warm body down onto the cold, wet grass, and the thick fog suddenly disappeared as he got up from his knees. You were frozen, nailed to the ground as he turned towards you and snapped his head up. The bright moon light revealed his awfully pale skin, and his lips, curled into a smile, were painted red with fresh blood, which dripped down his chin. Then, in the blink of an eye, the vampire suddenly stood in front of you, faster than humanly possible, and he towered over you as you became trapped with your back against an old, broken mausoleum. The vampire chuckled and wiped his mouth with his hand, only to then lick the blood off his own pale, tattooed fingers. And a devilish smile revealed his sharp, red stained teeth.

'Are you lost, little girl?' Sihtric asked, his voice warm and honeyed, whereas the hand that gently brushed your cheek was cold and rough.

And then, foolishly, you stared up into his mismatched eyes.

'Do you know it is not safe for,' Sihtric licked his lips and exhaled sharply, 'such a beautiful lady to be out on her own, this late at night?' he took your chin, 'perhaps, you were hoping to find someone who will take you home with them, hm?'

'Perhaps,' you breathed, enchanted by his piercing eyes.

'Perhaps?' he smiled and leaned in, his lips grazed your ear before he deeply inhaled your scent, 'perhaps you wish to tell me the reason our paths have crossed tonight?' he asked, and ran his tongue over your neck.

'I… I am a healer,' you said, just as Sihtric had unclenched his jaw, ready to sink his teeth in your flesh and draw your blood, 'I was merely on my way home after a house visit,' you continued.

And then he slowly pulled away to stare down into your eyes again.

'A healer, you say?' he asked, intrigued, 'what a sweet thing you must be,' he said, 'helping the people of this town. You must know all those who are sickly and those who are healthy, no?'

'Perhaps,' you smiled, completely smitten.

Often, when people spoke of the vampire, they spoke of a wild, savage man. A beast, a creature of the night. But the man in front of you, just as your grandma had told you, was a handsome, charming man, despite his long messy hair and the several scars that graced his pale face. His dark cloak was thick, made of good fur, and his leather tunic underneath showed he was a wealthy man. He was mysterious, his calm energy captivated you, and you couldn't tear your eyes off him.

'Perhaps,' Sihtric chuckled softly, realising he had a use for you, 'then perhaps,' the vampire spoke with a smoky voice, 'will you allow me to invite you to my castle, my lady?' he asked and held his hand out.

And without the ability to think for yourself, you allowed him to take your hand, upon which he pressed a kiss, before he took you to his castle.

The castle of Bebbanburg.

'So tell me,' the vampire husked as he left soft, wet kisses on your neck, 'do you have a husband? Or anyone else who shouldn't know about our time together tonight?'

'No,' you giggled upon his hungry touch while you sat in front of his fireplace, in his castle, 'no husband. And everyone I loved has unfortunately passed already, due to the sickness. I'm... I'm all alone.'

'Poor little girl,' Sihtric purred, his fangs lightly touching your neck, 'I promise you will never feel alone again.'

You gazed into the creature's eyes when he pulled away. Those eyes which had been so dark when you met, but seemed softened now as he leaned in. The fire crackled softly, and when Sihtric's lips met yours for a passionate kiss, you closed your eyes and surrendered. His hands moved all over your warm skin, while you grabbed onto every piece of his clothing you possibly could, wanting to keep him close.

Once you were both completely stripped of clothes, and you felt him inside you, you wrapped your arms and legs around him and felt weightless. It felt as if your whole world was turned upside down as you made love with him. Him. The vampire, who kissed and licked every inch of your body, and whispered sweet, haunting words in your ear in between his kisses. And when you opened your eyes again, you were pinned up against the high ceiling of the castle, safely wrapped in Sihtric's arms as you continued to enjoy each other. Then, when you both reached your high after hours and hours of love making, he cut your lip with his sharp nail and kissed you deeply as he drank you, just a little taste he couldn't resist.

Sihtric moaned and whined as his intense grip held you in place, struggling to contain himself as you had the sweetest blood he had ever tasted in his neverending lifetime. He wanted to drain you of your vital fluid. But he also wanted to use you. Use you for his own benefit.

The vampire had grown tired of hunting his meals as of late.

Each night he would go out and stalk his prey, after sniffing them out for hours, making sure it would be a good feast of clean blood. There was a sickness spreading in the country, and it became harder each night to find healthy blood around town. And since you are a healer, you knew exactly who is healthy and whose blood was contaminated already. You could perhaps lure the healthy townsfolk into a trap, one by one, for Sihtric to drink.

He contemplated his options as he held you in his arms, the taste of your fresh blood lingering on his tongue. But then, when you closed your eyes again and wrapped your arms around his neck a little tighter, lovingly, a whole new hunger washed over him. After he carefully brought you back down onto the furs, in front of his fireplace, he became overwhelmed with the urge to make you his wife. To grant you eternal life by his side. And when you fell asleep in his arms, he made no attempt to get rid of you, as he would have done with any other lady he had lured into his castle.

Instead, he slowly dragged his lips over your neck and allowed himself a little more of your taste, but carefully, so as not to kill you or harm you.

You slept for days on end, waking up only for several minutes before dozing off again. Each time you woke up you remembered your time with Sihtric. How he had made you feel loved while making love to you, and how you felt safe in his arms after he had tired you out. You desperately longed for his touch and dreamed of him every time your eyes fell shut again. You dreamt how he would enter your sleeping chamber, and would caress your cheek and kiss your lips, before he'd gently move your hair out of your neck, to leave soft kisses on your skin. A pleasant dream it was, which reoccurred every few hours.

After several days you finally felt like you had regained some of your strength again, and you dressed up after you bathed. By the time you were ready to leave the chamber you had slept in, it was night time again.

You quietly strolled down the endless spiralling stairs of the large castle, holding a torch in your hand to illuminate your path, until you reached the massive living room again. You couldn't recall how many days ago it was since you had last been there, but you felt strangely at home in the seemingly empty room.

'I take it you feel better?' Sihtric's voice startled you as he stepped out of a dark corner, 'you have been asleep for many days.' He gently took your face in his cold hands, 'Have I been too much for you, perhaps?'

'No,' you felt your cheeks heat, and your head was spun upon the sight of him, 'no, you have not been too much. I just cannot remember a time I ever had such a good rest or… such a good lover.'

'Both which you deserved,' he smiled, 'come,' he said and took your hand, 'dine with me. I have an important question to ask, my lady.'

Eyes big with surprise and admiration, you allowed Sihtric to guide you through a large, dark hallway, into his warm, cosy dinner area. A large table was set for only two, but it could easily fit up to fifty guests. Sihtric helped you take a seat, and then sat down next to you, at the head of the table. He was, afterall, the man of the castle. The candles in front of you casted a comforting glow on his pale skin, making him look more… alive. And you smiled softly at him when he took your hand.

'Is it not lonely to live in a place like this all alone?' you asked.

'Who says I live alone?' Sihtric smiled.

'You… do not?'

'I have people here,' he said, 'not in a romantic way,' he reassured you quickly, 'only you have managed to wake something up inside of me that had been asleep for centuries.'

You blushed upon the charming man's words. No man had ever made you feel special in ways he seemed to do so effortlessly.

'I have a gift for you,' Sihtric said and reached inside the pocket of his long, black robe.

He took out a golden necklace with a small, amber pendant, and moved behind you to attach it around your neck.

'There,' he said, his hands lingered on your shoulders a little longer before he sat back in his seat again.

'Do you have a mirror?' you asked, 'so I can see how it looks on me?'

'Of course, my lady,' Sihtric said and was quick to pick up a reflective dinner plate from the table, which he then held up to you.

'Oh, Sihtric. It's beautiful,' you gasped at the sight of the necklace, 'thank you.'

You smiled a little shyly as you kept staring at the necklace, but then, when you brushed your hair back over your shoulder, your eyes suddenly caught two dark marks on your neck. And you froze. Sihtric's face grew confused, then concerned when he noticed what you had discovered.

'You… you have been… d-drinking me?' you stammered, hurt and betrayed.

'I can explain,' Sihtric said, calmly.

But the fear that was deeply rooted into your bones suddenly made you snap out of your love-like trance. You jumped up, causing the heavy, oaken chair tip over behind you with a loud thump, and you quickly stepped back as Sihtric tried to reach for your hand.

'Please,' he said, almost desperate, 'allow me to explain!'

'No, you…,' you breathed heavily as you backed away, 'you were really there- there, in my chamber, weren't you? All those dreams were… they were real? You've been feeding off me. You've been slowly killing me!' you cried out, and Sihtric tried to take your hand again.

You screamed and ran, quickly grabbing one of the torches on the wall behind you, and you held it towards Sihtric as he closed in on you.

'No!' he shouted, and with a loud hiss he covered his face with his arms.

And then, he exploded in a swarm of a thousand bats, which went up all the way to the high ceiling, and out the window, into the dark night. And you ran. You ran as fast as you could, torch in hand, down the first stairs you saw, hoping to escape the castle. The staircase seemed to spiral down endlessly, until you finally reached a cold, dark hallway. A foul smell overwhelmed your senses, and as you peeked into one of the basement chambers, you found the stench was caused by uncountable rotting corpses, which had all been drained of blood some time ago. You gagged at the sight, and smell, and you ran back up the stairs.

Panicked and completely out of breath, you ended up in the dinner room again, and as you turned to run towards the living room, you suddenly collided into Sihtric, who grabbed your arms and shoved you harshly against the wall.

'Why!' he shouted, 'why must you run!?'

'Because you are a murderer!' you cried out, 'a… a horrible creature! I and... I thought I loved you!'

'I could've given you the world,' Sihtric said softly, his eyes teared up as he took your face in his cold hand, 'I fell in love with you. I was only preparing you for eternal life, with me. But… but you don't deserve it,' his pained face became furious, 'you don't deserve it! And now you- you have forced me to kill you! I did not want this!'

'No, please-' you begged.

'There is no other way,' he exhaled, and a tear fell down his face as he leaned his forehead against yours, 'I am sorry, my sweet thing. But I cannot let one live to tell the tale. The real tale.'

'Please, no, we… we can try!' you whimpered, 'we can try and be together?' you bargained for your life, 'please!'

'No,' Sihtric whispered, his lips touching your ear, 'you are afraid. I can smell it. If you are afraid of me, it means we are not destined. No matter how much it hurts me,' he swallowed hard, 'maybe, we will find each other in another life.'

'No! Please!' you cried as his teeth sank in your neck.

And it only took seconds before your body went numb and your eyes heavy, and then, everything went dark.

The vampire held you in his arms as he kneeled down, and he cried. For the first time in centuries he truly cried.

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric whispered as he cried, and he kissed your lips one last time, 'I promise I will find you, my love, when you are ready for us to be together. No matter how much time will pass, we will find each other again. I promise,' he said and a tear fell down on your face, 'I promise, little bat.'

And only days later, after having lived for centuries, Sihtric welcomed his death, when a sudden army of townsfolk stormed the castle. Still heartbroken over you, he never fought back when they chained him up, and tied him to a pole on a hill. Sihtric never attempted to escape, which he could have done so easily. Instead, he gladly accepted his fate of being burned at stake by sunlight, with the whole town to witness it. But before the vampire would burn, the people took another opportunity to hurt the monster that had taken so many lives without any punishment.

And a silver sword was pushed into his waist, seconds before the sun appeared.

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queentheweeb · 1 year

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Tonowari X Fem metkayina Reader X Ronal Final part

A/N: This is the last part of this 3-shot series

Part 1, Part 2

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It was in fact not the next morning that you guys got a chance to talk because, for whatever reason, the Tsahik and Olo'eyktan had a lot of things that needed to be done. Your own parents confirmed they were separated tending to meetings and whatever else they needed to do. You wanted to trust them but, confirmation from your parents helped ease the worry and allowed you to bring Aonung to the children to see him as you promised. He was a little over a month old, his eyes wide open as he took in everything while holding onto you rather tightly. It was very endearing and sweet.

"There she goes!" You smiled watching the children and some young teens run up to you and sit in a circle around you waiting excitedly for their turn to see baby Aonung. You made sure they all were calm first and for the younger ones you had them look at Aonung and bless him like they wanted and when you got to the older ones one by one you let them hold him and bless him. Once they were satisfied they thanked you and disappeared to the beach back to their parents or whatever their little hearts desire. You found a tree to stay under and watch over everyone doing work. You were not allowed to do any work the first year of your child's life as per orders of the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik as well as just traditions. He started whining so you moved your shirt enough for him to latch and feed. You looked over the horizon taking notice of Tonowari with Tsireya attached to his chest while he worked on repairing the bars and pens for the baby Ilu's that broke from a storm a couple of days ago.

"Ronal and Tonowari are lucky to have her." Your ears perked up ignoring the way the group of young adults a little ways away addressed them informally curious as to what they had to say about you. "She's so sweet and helpful. She is always quick to help the children and even us whenever we need help. She collects shells and jewels with us, goes hunting, picks herbs and fruits, dances with us, she treats us better than our own Olo'eyktan and Tsahik do." You pretended to not hear them as you tended to Aonung. You found yourself smiling at the way they were talking so nicely about you.

"She really is a gem, she gives great advice actually. I wish Tsahik and Olo'eyktan didn't ignore her the way they did. She gave them a son and should be treating her like the Queen she is. She's young and beautiful too." You felt yourself blushing to turn your face away just so they won't see the color change then they'll know you heard and were actively listening. You should be trying to defend Ronal and Tonowari but, couldn't bring yourself to do so. You enjoyed being complimented and knowing you were loved even if it was a little more than what may or may not be appropriate.

"They don't deserve her, someone else can do a better job at making her happy than they are." You completely tuned them out this time not wanting to hear anyone's names and end up looking at them differently. Aonung had finished nursing so you fixed your top and adjusted him better in the baby wrap so you can go and find his grandparents any one of them. You walked along the beach greeting people here and there allowing them to look at and bless baby Aonung as you made your way to Tonowari's parents' marui knowing more than likely that your parents were there as well. You got closer hearing their voices knowing you were right.

"Ma, papa" You whistled announcing your presence and walking in greeting Tonowari's parents and hugging your mom and dad who quickly took Aonung from you. You smirked taking a seat and watching them all circulate around Aonung who was giggling and looking at all of them. You took the time to look around the marui noticing their song chords and other things around it, the marui was lively, and it looked lived in.

"Ma'ite" You turned your head to Tonowari's mother who tilted her head at you as if asking if you are okay. Smiling you nodded her head allowing her to check you over with her eyes before turning back to Aonung while your parents crowded you and started talking to you. You stayed with them for the rest of the day until it was getting closer to the eclipse. You were about to get up when you heard a child scream turning around to get an armful of Tsireya who was babbling while holding onto your face. You were holding her while out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ronal and Tonowari bowing and squatting while holding a quiet conversation with the grandparents. Tsireya pressed wet kisses all over your face before bolting straight to your parents who grabbed her with ease.

"Ti'yawn?" You raised your eyes to Ronal who was staring at you with her ears folded back. "Would you like to come with us?" You looked at Tonowari and her blankly nodding slowly and turning to your parents who were already waving you away

"We keep Aonung for the night, don't worry ma'ite." You smiled gratefully at your parents turning to Tonowari's parents who already had Tsireya. You waved and blessed them a goodnight knowing what this was about as you followed Ronal and Tonowari who walked with you in between them instead of in front of you. Nothing was said as they held your hand and guided you to the waters calling for their Tsuraks. You were going to call yours but, were pulled onto Tonowari's instead with you in front of him. The three of you took a ride somewhere but, you did enjoy the way the stars illuminated the water. He was sure to not get your privates wet with salt water, you can't be in the water yet. It was a short while later when the three of you made it to a cave-like system you'd never seen before. The three of you made your way inside and what you saw made your jaw drop. There were your favorite foods, torches lit up, woven mats strewn around, and in the center was a pond.

"Come syalung." You allowed Ronal to pull you more in towards the water. "This is not salt water, it is fresh so it will not hurt you or cause infection." You nodded allowing her to undress you and she undressed herself bringing you into the pond. It was nice and warm as well. She pulled you to sit in between her legs as she started taking the braids out of your hair. "Let me do your hair yawntu" You hummed leaning onto her lap as her hands gently carded through your hair. You heard the water splash lightly and you looked in front of you to see Tonowari had taken off everything and had rags and soap coming towards the two of you.

"Can I wash you?" You stared at him and with a small smile, you nodded. You closed your eyes as the two of them took care of you. You loved how gentle and soothing they both were, asking you questions here and there to ensure you were fine and just generally about your day. You missed this. You truly missed having time with the two of them like this. This kind of intimacy was better than anything you can ask, intimacy is never just about sex it's about taking care of each other.

"I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you. You didn't deserve anything that I did to you." Your eyes shot open at the blunt sincerity of Ronal's words but, said nothing listening to her. "I was so selfish and stingy. I treated you as if you didn't belong because I do not have control of my own emotions. That has nothing to do with you, yet I always take my anger out on you and made up with our Wari forgetting about you. My pride and ego always got in the way when they never should have. My pride and ego almost cost me my relationship with you and I cannot blame anyone but myself. I am sorry ma Y/N, ma' yawntutsyip. You do not have to forgive me if you do not, let me prove to you I can be better and do better." It was silent as you took in her words but that's when Tonowari cleared his throat to start speaking glancing at Ronal before focusing solely on you.

"Ma Y/N I am sorry." He allowed his guilt and everything else he was feeling to show on his face as he held your gaze so you can understand his sincerity. "There is nothing I can say for you to truly understand how sorry I am. I had time to think about my behavior and honestly, it was disgusting. Especially when you gave birth to our son, our pride and joy. I was angry and frustrated and took it out on you when it had nothing to do with you. You are my safe space, my love, my yawntu, and yet I treated you as if you were less than me. You are not and never will be. I will continue to apologize and make it up to you until I have earned your forgiveness." He leaned forward pressing his forehead to yours and you felt Ronal's hands leave your hair to rub gently up and down your back and arm. "Will you allow me, this skxqwng to work on earning your forgiveness?" That made you grin and he grinned back at you.

"I will allow it." He breathed a sigh of relief planting a soft but brief kiss on your lips. He pulled away so Ronal can lean over you to face you.

"Can I have a chance too?" You pretended to think about it but smiled softly at her

"Yes." She smiled pressing her lips gently against yours before pulling away the two of them finishing the activities that they were doing for you. The three of you can do this. You knew it in your heart.

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This concludes the three-part story of this! Hope you guys enjoyed it :)

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reareaotaku · 3 days

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Maid of the Rich

Inspo: sluttsxphobia [I think they abandoned this idea, but I really like it, so I'm stealing it.] Summary: You were hired as a maid, but the day Miles returns from school, he makes it his mission to make your life a living hell. But one day his idea of you changes, though you wish he'd just continued to hate you Tw: Mean Miles [Obviously], Miles being creepy Taglist: @fxchild, @milesfairchild2, [Make a part 2??]

You groaned as you put the car into park. You did not imagine that this is where your life would be at peak 20; A maid for some snooby rich kids. You turned off the engine and slammed your car door, mumbling under your breath as you walked up to the main doors.

You're met by an older lady who practically gave you a death stare. It wasn't like you wanted to be there either, so you didn't know why she seemed angry. Besides, she was the one who hired you, so she had no right to be upset.

She let you in and showed you around the mansion while explaining to you what you had to do. It was all just small talk and a waste of breath. You already knew what you were supposed to do and you doubted her showing you around will help you remember where everything is. Let's be honest, the place was huge; It'd take you a while to adjust. A part of you was jealous that someone got to live here and enjoy the lavish life of riches- That was until she, the woman showing you around, reminded you to be patient with the kids, because their parents had just died and the eldest had just lost a close companion. Though, the way she said companion made you think she thought the relationship as something else- Something she didn't like.

In your eyes, it seemed she didn't like much of anything. Besides how hard could it be to watch some brats?

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You slowly walked into the office, before looking around the room. You let out a breath of relief when seeing it was empty. You walked over to a desk and pulled at some cabinets. You were looking for papers on the man who died? You weren't sure what she was, but you needed to know what happened to him.

You groan when seeing the dozens of unmarked papers in the drawers. You hear a noise behind you causing you to freeze. Imagine your surprised when you turned around and their was a teenage boy standing behind you. You practically jumped out of your skin as your nails dug into the desk. The boy was practically hidden in the shadows, which only creeped you out more.

"Who are you?" You finally got out after a while of silence.

"I'm Miles. I live here. Who are you?"

When Mrs. Grose had said 'Kids' you expected young children- Like under the age of 10. But this kid- Teen, Miles, looked like an older teen, maybe a young adult. But, since he was in a school uniform, you assumed he had to be under 18.

"I'm the new maid."

"No shit," He eyes you up and down. "What's your name."

You wanted to give the boy a dirty look, but something in you said that was a bad idea. With his attitude, you could only imagine the two of you wouldn't be getting along. "L/n. My names L/n."

"L/n? That sounds like a last name."

"Good observation."

"What's your first name?"

You ignore him and turn back around towards the desk, fiddling with the papers. Miles glares at your back, annoyed. He takes a step towards you, but you don't pay him any mind. In fact, you turn back around him and pat his shoulder-

"I'll uhh, see ya... Miles." And then you push past him and leave the room.

Oh, yeah, now he was pissed.

---

You could feel his eyes on you. Every move you make, he's watching. It was like he could sense your anxiety about being watch and liked to watch you squirm. You could hear every breath he took and it was starting to get to you.

"You missed a spot."

"What?" You look back at him, confused.

"You. Missed. A. Spot." He points to a spot next to your hand that you had been scrubbing at for a few minutes. It was sticky and stuck to the counter.

You frown at his smirk and rolled your eyes, "Yeah, well, I also wasn't finished."

"I sure hope not, since you did a shitty job."

You felt your fist clench and you took a deep breath, before shaking your head. You grabbed a cleaning bottle before spraying the spot and finally getting it. You smirked and turned to the smartass boy, "There. His majesty now has a clean spot."

He huffs, rolling his eyes, but doesn't respond. You felt satisfied that you had gotten him to shut up. He turns to leave but you quickly call him back.

"Oh, Miles- Uh, just a tiny favor, trying aiming IN the toilet, yeah?"

He frowns deeply, giving you a stinky eye, before tilting his head, "I'll aim on your grave you fucking whore."

You sigh, clicking your tongue, "I'm not to worried. If you can't aim in a toilet, I doubt you'll hit the grave."

"Fuck you, bitch."

"Oh no, the little mean boy called me a bitch. I'm so sad."

"Laugh it up while you can. You won't be here much longer."

You looked at him confused. At first you thought he meant he would get you fired, but a part of you saw it more as a death threat. Though, it was an empty threat, because a part of Miles liked your banter with one another. It was... Nice. Really nice.

---

The garden was nice, much nicer than any place you've ever been. You looked around the many rose bushes that surrounded you. Miss Fairchild seemed to have an eye for pretty flowers. Maybe it was a way to hide the tragedy of the Fairchild family. You sighed, leaning back and pushing your hair out on the fluffy grass. It was so peaceful- Until it wasn't.

"What are you doing?"

You groan when hearing the voice and rubbing your eyes. "You've got to be kidding me," You mumble under your breath.

"Shouldn't you be cleaning? Or something."

"Or something... I'm on break."

"You get breaks?"

"Yeah, it's called Worker's Rights... I think- Well, it's a law."

He walks towards you, before towering over you. He leans his head over you, displeasing you. His face was blocking the sun and right in your line of vision.

"Do you even know what you're talking about."

"Well, I'm working a shitty job for shitty pay, so you tell me if I know anything."

"Shitty job?"

"Yeah, that's what I said. I'm glad you can hear."

"How much do you get paid?" He tilts his head, watching you sit up.

"Enough to come back, I guess. I mean, I haven't quit, so..."

"So, it's not shitty pay."

"I guess not. But no amount of money would make this job bearable."

He doesn't respond and you're thankful. You run a hand through your hair and yawn. You push yourself up and brush off your clothes.

"You should get back to work. Mrs. Grose wouldn't like to see you relaxing. She hates anything fun."

"Yeah, I've noticed..." You turn back towards him, giving him a suspicious look. "You're being weird. Why are you being weird?"

He rubs his chin, giving you a confused look. "Weird? What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb... You're being nice..."

"Is that illegal?" He asks with an attitude, making you roll your eyes.

"No, but I don't like it. I know you're up to something. I've got my eye on him." You hand gesture the 'I'm watching you' before walking away from him.

---

You kept your eye on the boy, but... Everything was fine. He wasn't ruining your life and wasn't making you feel miserable. In fact, he went out of his way to make your life easier. He'd wash his plate, take out the trash, etc. You wished he'd go back to normal- something you never thought you'd say.

---

Miles stood over your bed, watching you closely. He lightly hums to himself, as he sits on the edge of your bed. He feels it dip, before sighing to himself. You looked so peaceful- Like nothing could hurt you. It was nice to look at. He wanted that; Peace.

His hand felt your body through the blanket. He wished he could touch your bare skin, though this would have to suffice. It wouldn't satisfy him for longer, but for now you were safe.

---

You awoke in the middle of the night feeling strange. You looked around your dark room, but nothing... It's not like you could see though. You hear a bang, causing your eye to turn towards your window. It was just a tree branch. You sigh in relief, before closing your eyes. Doing this, you missed the sound of your door opening and slowly closing.

You didn't sleep for much longer, but this time you were awaken by something more pleasant. It was a nice tune playing throughout the house. You slowly sit up, heading towards the before opening it. You look around the dark halls, deciding to find where the noise was coming from.

You slowly walking down the hall, following the music. You finally stopped in front of a familiar door. The music was still soft, but louder than when you were in your room. You push your ear up against the door, listening. It was nice, beautiful even.

Though, you must have been leaning to hard, because the door pops open, causing you to fall to the floor. You quickly stand up, frozen as Miles turns towards you.

He had known you were out there. He had purposefully played the song that Quint had told him you liked. He planned this.

"Sorry- I uh... Heard you playing."

"Yeah... It's an echoie house."

"Yeah. Uh, you're really good..."

"I know."

You look around the room at the instruments. "Pretty late."

"I guess- Uh, is there something you want, Y/n?"

You quickly shake your head and hands, "No! No, I just heard the music and wanted to see what it was."

"Well, if you close the door and come in, I can play you something."

"Play me something?"

"Yeah. That's what I said. Glad you can hear."

#yandere x reader #yandere horror #yandere slasher #miles fairchild #yandere miles fairchild #yandere miles x reader #yandere miles fairchild x reader #miles x reader #miles fairchild x reader #the turning #yandere slasher x reader #yandere imagines #horror x reader

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copperbadge · 8 months

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Mr. Badge! Mr. Badge! Life hard, but Caleb and Buck are cute, can I ask for maybe a small snippet (if you have one easily avaliable, if not no worries) of fic for that good positive brain chemistry?

Yours sincerely, lostchips

Well, I don't have anything from Royals/Ramblers that's easily shareable, but Buck and Caleb do pop up in the football novel (I'm thinking of calling it Paolo's First Eleven but I already did one novel with a number in the title....)

Context: Paolo, the POV character, is a former top footballer turned youth coach, who happens to have befriended Buck and through Buck, Caleb. One of his young players, Vev, is in his early teens, so gifted that it's extremely obvious he'll be an elite player someday, and also trans, which Paolo knows is going to be an issue for his career sooner or later. Our scene is set just before morning practice begins...

To his surprise, the pair of men in the stands turned out to be Buck and Caleb -- Buck in a pair of ripped jeans and a leather jacket over a worn band t-shirt, Caleb swaddled in a hoodie with an instrument case on his back. When he came out of the tunnel, Buck waved and both of them got up to come down to the pitch.

"Morning," Paolo said, offering them the bag of protein bars he was carrying to hand out to any hungry-looking kids. Buck waved it off, but Caleb peered into it and then took one. "Here to write me a fight song?"

Buck grinned. "Working on it. No, I'm just chaperone really, this is Caleb's joint."

Paolo looked at Caleb, curious. The younger man smiled.

"I heard about Vev," he said. "Came to see him, see how he was getting on."

"Oh! That's -- very thoughtful," Paolo said, as the kids on the pitch began to slowly drift towards the adults. A few stayed out; Vev, bouncing a ball from foot to foot, was one of them. "VEV, YOU TOO!" Paolo yelled. Vev looked up, caught the ball off a knee, and came running over. When he saw the pair of men with Paolo, he stopped, eyes huge, then sidled forward shyly, half-hiding behind Paolo.

"Eat," Paolo told him, pressing a protein bar into his hand. Vev held it loosely, still watching the other two. "Vev, this is Buck Haverd and Caleb Canto, they're mates of mine."

Vev nodded. "You won Eurovision," he blurted.

"Well, he did," Caleb said, jerking a thumb at Buck. The other children were crowding in, equally awed and impressed.

"But you should have," Vev said, apparently forgetting to be shy as he crept out from behind Paolo. Buck began to laugh, loud and enthusiastic; he shook a finger at Caleb.

"Every time," he said, through chuckles. "Every time, someone in this damn country tells us both you should have won. Come on, you lot, let's have a kick-around," he added to the other kids, shedding his leather jacket and walking onto the pitch, most of the students following like ducklings. Paolo lingered, just in case Vev took shy again.

"Well, whether I should have or not, Buck did," Caleb said gently. "But I'll gladly brag about being second-place."

"I liked your song," Vev said.

"Thank you. I wrote it about children like you," Caleb said. Vev blinked at him. "Daring princelings. I heard from Paolo that you're a star player."

"Don't let it go to your head," Paolo said, ruffling Vev's short hair.

"So I thought I'd come along and meet the newest tavat," Caleb said, using the Shivadh word for prince that his song had popularized. "You know I'm trans like you are."

Vev nodded, digesting this.

"Well, we have to stick together, don't we? Look out for each other," Caleb said. "So I thought I'd introduce myself. That way you have a grownup who's like you, if you need one."

Paolo swallowed, watching Vev's face go from thoughtful to pleased.

"So if you have questions, or some kind of problem you need help with, you know you can always talk to Coach Paolo," Caleb said. "But maybe you could talk to me too, if you want."

He offered Vev a little slip of card-paper; business cards, real paper ones, were in vogue in Fons-Askaz at the moment, and Vev took it like a treasure. Peering over his shoulder, Paolo could see it read

CALEB CANTO MUSIC AND VOICE INSTRUCTOR PRODUCER - REVERB STUDIOS HE / HIM

An email address and a phone number were printed in one corner; the address of the Maritime Academy was printed in the other.

"Come by the school any time, or text me and I'll come visit you here," Caleb said. "Give it to your parents if you want so they can get in touch, too."

Vev nodded. Paolo elbowed him and he looked up.

"Say thanks," Paolo whispered.

"Thank you, Mr. Canto," Vev said.

"Caleb is fine." Caleb gave him a smile. "Now, you'd better go show Buck your best moves."

Vev looked down at the prized business card. "Can you keep it for me?" he asked Paolo, who nodded and took the card, tucking it carefully in the little plastic pocket that held his ID. Vev turned back to Caleb and visibly squared his shoulders. "Nice to meet you."

"You too," Caleb said, and Vev fled back to the field, where he almost immediately stole the ball from Buck and outran him despite being about a third of his size.

#shivadhverse

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best-childhood-book · 1 year

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Welcome to the Bracket of Childhood Books!

Hello! Welcome to the Best Childhood Book bracket, reminiscent of many going around on Tumblr right now, that will decide what this userbase thinks is the best childhood book.

Since we need some clarification, the definition of childhood book in this competition is as follows: a book people read in childhood that must be for a YA age group or younger and has chapters. I developed this definition to keep it as open as possible while making sure picture and adult books were excluded. There are a lot of books that skirt the line between middle grade and young adult, so I figured it best to play it safe and include all YA books, especially for those of us who read at a much higher level. There is a difference between “children’s” book and “childhood” book. ANY book that met those requirements could be submitted, as I am striving to keep my personal opinion out of this competition for the most part. This definition will not change for the foreseeable future.

This masterpost will be updated with links to all the polls regularly, and each poll will last 7 days. If you vote, reblog if you can so more people can vote, and feel free to campaign for your personal favorite if you want!

SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED FOR CHILDHOOD BOOKS (320/320)

SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED FOR CHILDHOOD WORLDS (192/192)

SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED FOR FANTASY BOOKS (320/320)

Please submit with the name of the book and the author. Check the lists to see if anything has been submitted before trying yourself. If a book is part of a series, it will be listed under the series name (i.e. The Lightning Thief > Percy Jackson and the Olympians or The Golden Compass > His Dark Materials). You can find the current list of childhood books here. A world will be listed with its series, and you can find the current list of worlds here. You can find the current list of fantasy books here.

Poll links and rules under the cut

Help decide parameters for submissions with some fringe cases: recently published YA, adult books lots of children/teens read, retelling worlds

First Competition (here)

Second Competition (here)

Third Competition (here)

Fourth Competition (here)

BCW First Competition (here)

Rules/Guidelines

Submissions for Childhood Books

Must be a middle grade or young adult book

Must have chapters

Must be able to be found on Goodreads

Submissions for Childhood Worlds

Must be the setting of a middle grade or young adult book.

Must be either a whole other world (i.e. Narnia, Panem), a setting largely separate from our own world (i.e. Hogwarts, Camp Half-Blood), or a specific setting within our own world that is invented for the purpose of that book (i.e. 221B Baker Street, Ferryport Landing)

Main characters have to have visited this place

Cannot be somewhere that already exists in our world outside that book

Submissions for Fantasy Books

Must be listed as 'fantasy' or some fantasy subgenre within the first three genres on Goodreads or Storygraph

Must be able to be found on Goodreads

Must have chapters but can otherwise be for any age range

Polls

Be respectful (no hate, no harassment, I will block you)

I'm totally okay with spam reblogs; if you want to subject your followers to seventeen copies of a poll, you do you

If you're trying to get my attention about something, @ me or submit an ask, there's no guarantee I'll see all the reblogs

Propaganda

Submit it to me as an ask; I won't be reblogging personal posts or reblogs of the polls

Promote the book you're supporting; it's okay to poke fun at the other books, but please don't attack them or the authors

Only ONE (1) propaganda post per user per book. I really don't want to clog people's dashes with sixty posts about voting for a single book

Asks

Be respectful, not just to me but to all the people who will end up seeing that ask when I post it

If you're asking about a poll or a rule or anything else, please check and see if it's in this post or elsewhere

Try to keep things focused on the competition/books

Competition Hall of Fame

First Competition: Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan

Second Competition: Animorphs by K. A. Applegate

Third Competition: Lockwood & Co. by Jonathan Stroud

Fourth Competition: The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien

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animeomegas · 1 year

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Headcanons for omega kankuro, hidan, and omega asuma plzzzzz

(I don't write for Hidan or Asuma, but I can give you some omega!Kankuro headcanons for sure!)

GENERAL OMEGA!KANKURO HEADCANONS

(There's some n-sfw at the end :D)

Kankuro didn't really think about nor care about his secondary gender when he was young.

As far as he was concerned, his secondary gender was puppets and trying to avoid getting murdered by baby Gaara.

Once he's approaching chunin, he does kind of feel grateful that he's an omega because his shitty father was an alpha and Kankuro looks a lot like him. It's helpful to have a layer of separation with different secondary genders.

When he's an older teen/young adult is the first time he starts feeling uncomfortable with being an omega. He just feels wrong and it stresses him out a lot for a while until he figures out what's wrong.

Basically, Kankuro is super not okay with the idea of being pregnant, it really freaks him out, he feels like he wouldn't be 'him' if it happened, so having a functioning reproductive system was affecting his mental health.

Once he yeets the womb, he's back to being very chill about being an omega once more.

No pups for him, he lowkey hates children. (But he's the weird chill uncle for Gaara and Temari's pups though, family is important to him.)

However he will only babysit very young pups in an emergency.

...

When Kankuro gets married to you, he takes advantage of social convention and retires from active duty. He likes to call himself a house husband.

He is not really a house husband though because he spends all his time in his workshop, working on his puppets.

((n-sfw warning for this bullet point) one of his puppets is a sex puppet he based on you from before you got together because Kankuro is kind of a freak ngl) but I digress.

He also helps out Gaara when he can, and he might take on an apprentice if he can find a child who's good enough for him to mentor.

So yeah, he's not a traditional house husband, which is good because he lacks several of the key skills, like cooking. He can make some of the best sandwiches you've ever had in your life though. Sandwich king!

...

Omega!Kankuro's scent is very herb-like, like rosemary.

He almost never whines. He hates omega whines, thinks they're so annoying and insipid, so whenever he feels the urge, he gets irritated, which turns the would-be-whine into a growl lol.

He's not really a nesting guy. Until he's sick that is. Then he needs a nest so bad it hurts.

He always ends up building the nest while he's sick though, because he's the sort of person who denies being sick when he first starts to feel the symptoms.

His nests when he's sick is always in the coolest part of the house, even if that ends up being the bathroom or something. This is so he can pile blankets on himself without getting heat stroke.

Sometimes he has cooling packs, heat packs and blankets on all at the same time, it makes no sense, but he gets very grumpy and upset if he can't have them all.

He needs cooling packs on his neck, feet, and in between his legs, and then hot water bottles on his stomach and chest, then a pile of blankets on top keeping everything in place.

Just imagine that, but also Kankuro is laying in the bath tub and his grumpy little flushed face, free of face paint, is sticking out from all the blankets haha. So cute.

some n-sfw hcs

Kankuro is into somnophilia, but not on him. He wants to have his way with his alpha while they're asleep.

He 'jokes' about introducing puppets into the bedroom a bit too often. If you ever give him permission, he'll drag entire boxes into the room, filled with stuff he prepared but was too awkward to bring up himself.

On a similar note, he's a big fan of toys. Especially those that vibrate.

He's an evening sex guy. Comes with living in the desert.

He's kind of a voyeur too. He likes to perve.

His hard nos include anything associated with pregnancy, like breeding, lactation etc. and also he only ever spits if he gets a mouth full of cum.

Man, I don't talk about Kankuro enough! I love this asshole 🥺

#kankuro #n-sfw #x reader #a/b/o #omegaverse #kankuro x reader #alpha reader #alpha!reader #hcs #headcanons

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howi99 · 16 days

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A Qrow's Nest prologue 4

Cinder: *testing her bed* Woah, it's a lot more comfy than the sofa!

Glynda: *looking murderously at Qrow* She sleeps where!?

Qrow: *shruging* What? She can't use my chamber, the room is inappropriate for children. You know, weapon and all?

Glynda: *sigh* Qrow, i would have thought you'd have at least got her a mattress. At least something better than just a couch!

Cinder: I don't mind really. Beat sleeping on the ground by a long mile. He even gave me sheets so i wouldn't be cold!

Glynda: *hugging Cinder* Oh poor sweet child!

Cinder: *looking perplexed at Qrow*

Qrow: *shrugging* I did say she was a teddy bear. You should see her with Pup- *get smacked in the face by a floating pillow* mhfm!

Glynda: Qrow, i will kick your ass if you say anything else.

Cinder: ... What a weird couple.

Glynda and Qrow: We are not!

___________

Security gard: Paper please.

Qrow: I'm the huntsman sent by the company *show his false identity*

Security gard: *gruf* Brow Brandon? Weird name. But the papers are in order, you can enter the perimeter. *Open the gates, letting Qrow enter*

Qrow: *whispering* Brow Brandon? Really Ozpin? *Looking around to see where he needs to go*

Security gard: *seeing the lost Qrow* You are needed at the camp, fucking beast are disturbing the peace.

Qrow: *rolling his eyes* Faunus aren't animal.

Security gard: *shrugs* If you say so. *Return to his post*

______________

Cinder: Say, Glynda, Why did you have to come with us?

Glynda: You mean outside of looking after you?

Cinder: Y-yeah. I know i'm young but i can be by myself without problems.

Glynda: To be frank? I needed a break from the job. You wouldn't believe how much of a pain Ozpin is.

Cinder: He looks like a nice man though?

Glynda: Oh, to be nice, he is. But he's lazy in his bureaucratic work.

Cinder: Bureauwhat?

Glynda: He's bad with paperwork. And i'm the one who has to clean after him. Not literally, or i probably would have killed him.

Cinder: You are joking right? Isn't he the headmaster? Doesn't that mean he's super bright?

Glynda: Oh he is. When he needs to be.

Cinder: hm.

Glynda: ... Anyway, wanna go to the market? You don't have a lot of clothes, right? Can't let you use used clothes.

Cinder: Yeah!

_____________

Qrow: *looking at the worker camp* hm, the adult must be working at this hour, i almost see no one... *Sees a teenager looking after a bunch of kids* Hey kid! *She looks at him* Could you give me a round me down on what's going on?

Teen: *spit on the ground* No fang, i have nothing to say to the one exploiting us.

Qrow: Woah woah! I ain't a son of a bitch from Atlas. I've been sent by the headmasters to see why there was a peak in grimm activity at this camp in particular. *Sigh* Though with how the guard was acting, i don't really have to search a lot now do i?

Teen: *pointing at the mine* No, the problem comes from the mines. Almost no security, the pay is low and...

Qrow: And what?

Teen: *point at herself and all the kids* Why do you think we are covered in dust and dirt? It ain't from playing. *Sigh* Our parents died in Dust accident, so we have to work to get out of here.

Qrow: WHAT!? THEY MAKE CHILDREN WORK!

Teen: Shhhh! Not too loud you idiot! *Looking around to see if anyone heard him* I'm guessing you aren't from the company if that's your reaction. At least that show you didn't lie to me before.

Qrow: *Massaging his temple* From one child abuse to another. Just my luck. And no wonder the spike in Grimm activity if child labor is used. Fuck.

Teen: *shrug* In my opinion, if my misfortune can bring devastation to the guards, i don't mind that much. *Looking at the kids playing* It's them i don't want to see suffer. *Shaking her head* one of the kid is trying his hardest to get enough for everyone to leave, but he's so young.... *Tearing up*

Qrow: ... What's your name kid?

Teen: M-my name? Sienna...

Qrow: *giving her a thumbs up* I'll help you get the kids out. *Smirking* I know a gal.

Sienna: *looking at the mine* The kid i was talking about, i don't know his name, he doesn't talk much, but he's still working at the mine. I can't let him here alone.

Qrow: ... Do you know when everyone will be accounted for?

Sienna: *acquiescing* In 4 days. The entire mine is shut down for the weekend.

Qrow: Do you think y'all can old on for the next 4 days?

Sienna: Y-yeah. We can ask for a week worth of unpaid leave, but we do have enough to be alright.

Qrow: Ok, perfect. I'll save you all, ipromise.

#rwby #rwby au #a Qrow's nest au #qrow branwen #glynda goodwitch #cinder fall #sienna khan

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femmefatalevibe · 11 months

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how do you decenter men & dating? do you ever feel like it's difficult to handle the social pressure to have a partner/"time is running out"?

Honestly, I think my personality has a lot to do with it. I've always been called "stubborn" since I was a young girl and have been making nearly all life decisions for myself since I was a pre-teen/teenager, so creating a meaningful life has always been my top priority. The thought of centralizing my happiness or validity in this world around a phantom man who might or might not show up, or even worse, negatively impact my life – either short-term or permanently – in some way has never made sense to me.

It also helped that dating was something I never discussed with my family as a kid, never had any parental pressure/input on whether I should or shouldn't date, and have gotten next to no questions about boys/men basically ever. Of the 2-3 times or so it has come up as an adult, I set a boundary on my private life and just remind them of the question they're asking if no one is serious enough for me to mention on my own.

With friends, I don't feel pressured to be in a relationship just because they might be or looking for a partner. If anything, I find it entertaining to chat about it when they inevitably start asking for my advice or input on a given person or situation, lol.

I perceive general societal pressure to date for commitment or idealizing a relationship with a man as a projection of other people's neediness that I don't feel the inclination to entertain. If someone enjoys companionship, great for them, but I find it quite presumptive that someone can't differentiate between their personal needs and every other woman/person in society. We're all unique. If you're secure enough in your choices, you shouldn't need to spend your free time convincing others that your way of life is superior to others who choose a different path. I feel sorry for them, honestly.

In terms of "time running out," I think being child-free takes off the burden of this race against a "biological clock." I can imagine if someone wants children, the idea of dating, relationships, marriage, and timelines is a lot more stressful. I'm glad to see that many women who are undecided about kids or are giving themselves time to pursue other goals are starting to take advantage of egg freezing services en masse and speaking about their experiences publicly. I applaud all of you for exercising your right to bodily autonomy. You're all incredible for changing the narrative and idealization of women to become mothers as young as possible.

If you mean worried about "time running out" from a purely chronological perspective, I have the opposite view. Why would I want to waste my 20s – the years of youth, energy, and self-discovery – on a man that I probably will no longer speak to in the next 6 months or 1-2 years? I would be running out of time to set my life in the ways I want if I decided to put a considerable amount of energy into finding a partner and focusing on men (or anyone else's approval past a client relationship, interpersonal boundary, or ethical principle, of course).

Hope this was useful in some way xx

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honey-kki · 4 months

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RE discourse since I guess literally everyone's opinions matter

didn't think I'd want to add to this or die on this hill but here we are I guess :D there's been so much discourse for Leon x Reader and it boggles my mind how naive some of you are of the internet, fanfiction, and fiction in general. But I'm gonna make a bullet list and hope this doesn't get too long

Don't like it; don't interact with it

Simple, there are block buttons for a reason but no you all want to be ethically and morally superior and complain on a website where most of the user base are adults. You curate your own experience on the internet, the blogs who write dead-dove state what it's going to be about before you read it. You only have yourself to blame.

What about the kids?

Honest to god who cares. Are they your kids? Do you know these kids? There used to be porn on here. Don't act like kids are so naive and need protecting. Most of the kids on here are probably tweens or young teens and they definitely know about sex. And if they are actual children, it is their parents responsibility to keep an eye on their child. and I have faith these kids are not illiterate and they can google anything that they don't know in the tags. They are also responsible for curating their internet experience. You gonna go to ao3 and ask what about the kids? Many places on the internet are not meant for kids and honestly it should be kept that way.

Dead-dove will influence others and propagate pedophiles, rapists etc...

No. I hate to break it to you, but people who are legitimately terrible morally corrupt people will just go out and do it whether or not they read fiction. They're not lurking on Leon x Reader tag when there's also just actual terrible published novels that are essentially all dead-dove, but worse because there's no warning before you read them. The policing of fiction on one website will not stop or drop SA rates and if you truly believe so, show me an article/journal/study that links the two besides an odd case here or there.

It's no ones kink!

Have you been on pornhub? I guarentee you it is someones kink, and as distasteful as that may seem to some of you, guess what? No one is forcing you to be into it. I'm not into some of the dead-dove stuff but also I'm an adult and I realize that and I can move on. But also, fiction for many i imagine is a form of catharsis. To help deal with trauma or work out dark thoughts. You can go around and accuse blogs of being morally terrible but when the only evidence you have is they wrote fiction, about a character that doesn't exist, it's a weak argument.

You don't need to voice your distaste in everything

Recently, there has been an uptick in dead-dove content. But also for the most part, there are so many other blogs that don't write that. You are focused on a minority and your complaining about ethics and morals are only performative. You want to gate-keep fiction? You don't like non-con, fine. What if a story has a pivotal moment but there's non-con. What if there's a genuinely good series but there are dead-dove elements. You want to laud over these blogs and look better but banning content is a slippery slope. ao3 doesn't do it, and people love ao3. It trends when it goes down. Just because something bothers you, you don't have to do a whole crusade. If it really bothered you, you wouldn't be complaining on the internet. Go out there, form help-groups, you could even do a degree is psychology or criminal justice. You're all so worried about the impact of dead-dove but you only care because it's in the leon x reader tag. and let's be honest, most users following this tag are women. Living out a fantasy.

In closing:

Everyone pressed about dead-dove should be grateful that the blogs even put a warning. And if you truly cared about the issues you raise in your arguments, you would understand that reading fiction is the lowest cause for someone to go out and commit crimes. Not when certain religions exist, or manifestos, or even cultural norms. The internet, and even writers in general, cater to a lot of things. Tumblr has a block button, use it and stop trying to police others unless you plan on applying the same rules to every site you interact with.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #i had fun scrolling through all the different stories #but now its all just pointless discourse about being morally superior #my post #didn't touch on rape sa apologists #but like its fiction #no one is doing that in any of the stories if they were they wouldnt feel the need to add all the dead dove tags #i just hate when people are performative about how superior they are and how much more morally upright they are #youre still on the internet on this hellsite #youre not better than anyone

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- Nettles is specifically stated as a brown girl in the book. Take it up with George RR martin. The speculated actress for Nettles is a brown woman. You think she's black? That's okay since she's clearly of mixed heritage. However, you weaponizing race isn't going to go over well since main point is most of us wocs don't want a woc to be given this treatment in the show.

- "She is an adult by westerosi standards"? That doesn't mean anything. Do you also count 14-yo Rhaenyra as grown woman in the book when Daemon was "educating" her about seduction and sex? Do you count the likes of Helaena who was forced to give birth at 13-14 and adult simply because she was married? This is the same excuse people use to excuse the grooming of young girls in what's clearly a patriarchal society.

- IT IS GROOMING!! You're making excuses for Daemon's behavior. I'll give it to OP last time who called out your "i can fix him" behavior when yous said "he isn't all bad". They're 100% right!! We literally have lines from the book where he is teaching her how to act, giving her gifts, etc. She's a lowborn teen girl and he's a middle-aged royal prince. There is no world this isn't grooming!

- Him letting her go does not mean he loves her. Ya'll just be romanticizing sh*t. This is a grown man of 50. He does not need saving from his depressed and paranoid wife who lost her children just because of your misogynoir and self-insert fantasies!

You have to look outside your little bubble and realize Nettles/Daemon isn't liked outside of your little circle because of all the problematic aspects and not because of some shipping war. Is this is how you want a woc to be treated? Do you want to see women being pitted against each other just because you hate the other one? Over some white man...seven help us then

Her alleged actress and her first canon depiction back in 2015👆🏽 Black people have brown skin too dear(which is how Netty is described). She could be Blackish(never denied that just the insinuation she wasn't Black at all), but why should she even be Valyrian? I'm terribly afraid that the point keeps going over your head🙃

Daemon did groom Rhaenyra, but he isn’t the villain when it comes to Nettles. I’m sorry this isn’t a gotcha moment for you but she was a legal adult who he had a consensual relationship with. Him rescuing Nettles and put her, someone who wouldn’t be missed by anyone except him, above his own safety. That is nothing to sneeze about(and no, you can’t compare their relationship with Dumbnyra because it’s actually supposed to be romantic).

Instead of wanting her to have a rich character arc, you want to put Nettles into a box where she’s Rhaenyra’s Magical Negro/Mammy who helps her wake up and realize that she’s being groomed and wipe her tears away so that she can live another day.

You need to step outside of your bubble and acknowledge your misogynoir(which is a term created by and for Black women to describe our issues, not for whoever you are trying to hijack and use it for). Acknowledge that the sisterhood ends with racism. As a WOC you should know that.

Nettles is the victim of a woman who used racially charged language while ordering her to be murdered in her sleep. Rhaenyra isn’t just some poor unfortunate woman who lost her marbles(being mentally ill doesn’t excuse racism). She’s a queen who uses her power to punch down and she chooses Nettles as one of her many victims.

She chooses to try to make a Black woman(and potentially her baby) into victim(s) of a hate crime. I’m under no obligation to ignore that for the sake of the sisterhood(how dare you suggest I do).

I am under no obligation to sing a racist woman’s praises just because she’s a woman to stick it to the man. If that’s what you want from me or else you’ll accuse me of I’m pitting women against women, then sweetheart, you need to have several seats and take up your issues with GRRM (because he most certainly didn’t write your self-insert to be considered “a clear cut good person who you must worship or else,” which is why you are boiling over people like myself calling out your drivel).

#if you don’t want me to call you out on your bs stop writing bs 🤷🏽‍♀️#pitting women against women 🙃 please #again stan who you want but don’t go screaming misogyny when people point out that a racist white woman isn’t the victim here #come up with a better excuse for all of this than i’m a delusional self-inserter #nettles is the one time that daemon wasn’t the villain #you all will deal with that #anti rhaenyra stans #nettles #bnask #bnasks #dettles #daemon targaryen #hotdask #daemon targaryen x nettles #hotd fandom misogynoir #dattles #hotd fandom racism #netty #dumbnyra anon

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Hi so I had ✨️thoughts✨️ on a concept for a stf episode/scenario/etc that I remembered tangentially related to your Papa story (so good btw) (also this may end up being long I'm so sorry)

It'd most likely be something geared towards an older audience (like not kindergartners lol, something for the spinoff whenever that happens maybe? Idk what the target audience for it will be considering we dont know anything about it) and framed as either a Father's Day or Halloween episode (I don't think we got any Father's day eps other than the one episode I hate with a burning passion)

Basically, Sofia is going through her things and finds something of Birk's, whether it be some sort of sailing gear or clothing or a gift or an image of them together (idk it could be anything, we know borderline nothing about this man) and she's hit with what I'm going to call the Rose Quartz effect. Missing a parent who you barely/don't know, having unanswered questions that won't/can't be answered, having all these conflicting feelings about this one person and feeling all of them yet none of them at the same time. Losing a parent at such a young age is rough and was just the tip on the iceberg of Sofia growing up far faster than she needed to.

Where am I going with this? Well, because of all of these unanswered questions and difficult emotions, Sofia wants to talk to her deceased father. Ghosts exist canonically in the series, who's to say they can't be summoned? Maybe she gets help from Cedric, or she finds a book on her own, or maybe she even gets help from Lucinda and the witches or that one ghost from the Ghostly Gala episode who's name I can't remember but I definitely had a crush on as a kid.

The main conflict of the episode would probably be all of these internal conflicting desires for Sofia, possibly also Miranda's own feelings about her belated husband (is this how you use belated? Idk lol).

Regardless of how it happens, the episode ends/has its final act with Sofia summoning her father, Birk. He sees how much his little girl has grown up, how brave and kind and smart she is. She gets to see and say goodbye to her father a final time and get proper closure. Maybe throw in a line or two there from Birk on just how grown up Sofia is, almost (definitely) too grown up for a pre-teen/adolescent girl.

The message of the episode would probably be something about grief and the process of it all, how it's okay to be angry that someone you love is gone, how talking about it opens old wounds but helps to heal them. It's bittersweet.

But yeah definitely not something suited for what the original demographic for stf was. Of course important to talk about, but with what I'm talking about it'd probably go over such young heads.

Sorry that this is so long! I had to get all my thoughts out and it got pretty rambley lmao

This is such a good idea for an episode!

I agree that Birk would be disheartened at how grown up Sofia is, obviously he'd know she's grown since she was five, but she's too far ahead, and not in the natural way that some children just emotionally mature quicker than their peers.

I think even though it's been a long time and Sofia doesn't really have anything to miss as she hardly knows life with him, she still really misses Birk, like I said in chapter two of "Papa..." some days she just wants to be by herself and lay in bed grieving him. I wish the show brought it up, especially for the potential children watching who lost one of their parents like Sofia. This would be a really good episode for that reason alone, honestly.

Honestly it wouldn't surprise me if this spin off went a more mature route, considering how a good deal of the fans are teens and adults, and there's going to be people watching who grew up on the show and are now older just out of curiosity. If I remember rightly something similar happened with miraculous ladybug, they started making the episodes more mature after the creators realised the main audience was teens and adults, not their original target audience. I've seen Craig interact with lots of older fans so he definitely knows they're a big audience!

#Also you don't need to apologise for rambling in my asks I love it!/gen #sofia the first #sofia the fandom #stf #princess sofia #sofia balthazar #moonypears asks #asks

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i've been having some discourse thoughts recently and going back and forth, and I don't really have a final conclusion at the moment so I'm just writing it out to try and make sense of it. I am not intending to get into heated arguments or cause problems, I'm genuinely just trying to question thoughts and beliefs I've been holding to that i picked up from others to be certain whether or not they're solid and I want to continue in that manner because reflection, introspection, and critical thinking are good practices. and posting it because consulting and engaging with others and perspectives outside your own is helpful. so don't mind me trying to sort myself out it's a genuinely earnest attempt to properly reason it through

the crux of it is that I realized it seems hypocritical of me to say I firmly believe in shipping and letting ship, supporting fiction's right to be fucked up and unhealthy, controlling your own experiences, for people to do what they want with fiction because fiction is not reality and should be a safe space where you can explore fucked up things, agree that policing what you can and can't do with fiction is a dangerously slippery slope, and then also turn around and condemn wylinh/wylinh shippers

I don't like the ship myself, I've made numerous posts discussing why I find it harmful--the main thing being its an adult x minor ship (Alden and Della's relationship is completely different, do not bring it up here as a counterargument. you can ask me to explain further if you don't understand). But people are allowed to engage with things that would be harmful or predatory or questionable or etc. in fiction; it's fake. People have said it before, but writing about murder doesn't mean you want to commit murder and all that.

So then since its okay to ship fucked up things because this is fiction, the problem with wylinh seems to become that people ship it in the same manner they do other ships without adult/minor dynamics, not with the understanding that it's got questionable elements. That it's okay to ship fucked up things but you have to do it a certain way that I think is acceptable (you have to know its not really healthy irl), and I don't think that's a mindset I want to have? That people's shipping needs to meet a standard I set? Even if I don't like it? I'm not arbitrator I don't get to decide those kinds of things for others, I just get to decide for me

And another big argument that's been made (including by me) is that children/young teens read these books and find fandom spaces even if they're not supposed to be here, and that that exposure could normalize a harmful age dynamic. Because while Wylie and Linh may be lovely people, they're fictional and it's not reflective of how an age gap like theirs would look irl and children could end up missing red flags of predatory people in real life by thinking of it like idealized fiction. But think of the children rhetoric is one that has been often criticized as cover for more malicious intentions (such as in politics) with the convenient safe fail that if you disagree, you must not care about children.

Part of the critique of that rhetoric is also that the actions being defended don't actually help or protect children. So I'm now wondering, does trying to stop (I can't think of a better word at the moment) wylinh shippers actually achieve that goal of protecting impressionable kids from idolizing an unrealistic relationship, or does it just motivate them to hide it and not trust the people who are, to them, unjustifiably criticizing them?

Wylinh is a widely disliked ship in the fandom, and that's okay, we're all allowed our opinions including negative ones. I just feel as though I'm contradicting myself on some points and want to straighten them out for myself. I don't like Wylinh, I don't ship it, I don't engage with any Wylinh content because of the aforementioned reasons. But my personal dislike shouldn't shape fandom spaces and others' actions, and making sure people are shipping things the "right" way feels like a much more harmful slope.

And if the best course of action to align with that is to just focus on myself, not engage with what I don't like, and politely share my thoughts without forcing them on others or trying to control their actions when the opportunity arises (though maybe this isn't the best course of action, there may be others), that makes this whole post feel redundant because that's...already what I'm doing. I suppose this is just to change my internal perspective not my outward actions? My intentions?

There's no real final conclusion to this, it's just me going "hmm, I've been criticizing wylinh shippers for shipping what I think is a harmful ship, but I also believe in shipping and let ship and allowing fiction to explore harmful things and not controlling others. can these co-exist or do I have to rethink something?"

and I think the answer is I have to rethink something? and that something is criticizing people for shipping wylinh. i still maintain my critiques and dislikes of the ship, but that's a separate thing. i find it more important to maintain and respect individuals right to engage with fiction of all sorts how they want to, without control from others

there's probably a million ways to negatively misinterpret things I've said, so just know all of this is genuine reflection made in good faith. i am earnestly trying to figure it out, and if anyone has input or opinions or perspectives they'd like to share you're welcome to, provided its also in good faith.

alright cool that's all, please do not be mean to me as I try to be a better person because I know its a discourse heavy topic :)

#kotlc discourse #discourse #i can't help but feel like I haven't worded this well and its all going to go wrong if I post this #but also. i am not going to let myself be ashamed of questioning things. even if I come to a similar conclusion at the end #so. don't be like 'how could you entertain these ideas--' because you need to think through both sides to best understand your own position #and i'm trying to figure out what that is #i don't want to just go along with what others say I want to understand where I stand and why #and right now its that I think I thought of wylinh shippers in a way that contradicted other beliefs and values I hold #and I want to correct that #so. this post is me trying to figure it out #i keep writing tags to stall because I'm nervous you'll all hate me for this #but like I said. won't be ashamed of questioning things #also am open to other perspectives and changing my mind #i can learn #augh this is. stressful. be nice please I'm trying to be a good person #long post

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