#it tells a story of such dispair.

[ladysharmaa]

My miracle

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

summary: Anthony’s wife is in labor and it’s not looking good

warnings: mentions of death

“Where is she?” the loud voice of Anthony was heard in the entire mansion. The door he opened slammed into the wall but he couldn’t care less as he saw some servants running his way to take off his coat. “Tell me where my wife is!”

“My apologies, my Lord.” the poor man trembled under the Lord’s menacingly glare, that were just a cover for the worry and fear that was running though his veins. “The Viscountess is in your chambers. The midwife and your mother are already present with her. Shall I inform your brothers to come and wait with you until the child is born?”

Anthony didn’t bother to respond. He quickly climbed the stairs, two steps at once, seeing with wide eyes as the maids ran to his room with towels in their hands. He doesn't even settle for knocking, immediatly opening the bedroom door. None of his mother's stories could have prepared him for the sight that lay ahead.

His darling wife was drenched in sweat, dressed in her nightdown. One hand was on her round belly protectively while the other was in his mother’s hands, who was whispering words of comfort. Her jaw was clenched in pain and it was only then that he noticed the midwife between the Viscountess legs. 

“You!” Y/n screamed accusingly, managing to point a finger at Anthony with hatred. “You did this to me! You will never ever put your hands on me again!”

“I-” Anthony was at loss of words. He knew that his wife was in pain, and looking like she was ready to kill, so he just nodded his head in agreement. He took slow hesitant steps towards the bed, hoping to comfort her without dying. “I’ll never touch you again, my love. How are you feeling?”

“How do you think I’m feeling? I’m pushing your child that inherited your big head out of my lady parts! So tell me, my dear husband, how am I feeling?”

“Like you are giving birth?”

“Anthony...” his mother whispered while shaking her head in dispair. “You should leave the room. Your brothers must be coming to keep you company. We shall call you when the child is born.” 

“I’m not leaving my wife.” was the only thing he said with firmity, holding Y/n’s hand and kissing her soft skin gently.

She turned to him, a change in her demeanor, eyes full of tears of terror. “I’m scared, Anthony. It hurts.”

“I know it hurts. It’s okay, love. You will be alright and then we will have our child with us.” he whispered. A feeling of guilt washed through him. How could he have made his wife suffer through childbirth? “You are the bravest person I know. So so much braver than me and everyone else. I’m so proud of you.”

"I can't do this. It hurts too much. Make it stop, Anthony, please." Y/n cried.

It was only then that Anthony saw the look in his mother. She was worried, exchanging looks with the midwife. And as much as the Viscount would like to also show his anguish, his first priority was to comfort Y/n. "It's going to be okay, my love. Just a little longer, you're being so strong."

But she no longer had the strength to respond. It was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes open and she just wanted to sleep to escape the pain. Between her legs, an increasingly larger pool of blood was forming. Anthony's eyes were wide and there was enormous pressure in his chest. It felt like I was running out of oxygen, and it only got worse when Y/n finally gave in to unconsciousness.

"What's happening?" he whispered, looking in alarm first at Violet. Afterwards, he turned to the midwife furiously. "What's wrong with her? Help her! Do something!"

"Anthony, you need to leave." Violet advised, trying to remain calm for everyone's sake. Anthony was becoming more and more desperate, tears falling from his eyes as he grabbed his wife's hand tighter and brought it to his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"Viscount Bridgerton, the baby is in pain. You won't want to see what I'm going to do. I promise I'll try to save both of them." the midwife said, taking a small knife and flying it over Y/n's stomach.

"If you need to choose, save my wife's life." Anthony begged, now more desperate as his mother called his brothers to take him out of the room.

"Anthony..."

"No, mother, you save my wife's life!" Benedict and Collin grabbed the man by the arms and began to carry him outside, despite Anthony's struggle. "You hear me! My wife is going to survive! Let me go! Mother, save Y/n!" he shouted before the door closed in his face. 

The last thing he saw was the woman making the cut on Y/n's stomach, who woke up with a jolt. She then let out a scream that would torment Anthony for the rest of his life.

With a cry of anger mixed with sadness, Anthony broke free from his brothers' grip and put his hands to his face. He didn't want to think about the possibility of losing the love of his life. He simply couldn't take it.

"Wow, Anthony, calm down." Collin whispered when Anthony, in a rage, threw a punch against the wall. "The Viscountess is a fighter. If anyone is capable of overcoming this, it's her."

"You don't tell me to calm down, Collin. Not when my wife is in that room fighting for her life over something I did." he cried, jaw shaking and eyes red that only showed the immense pain he was in. He sat on the floor, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling. "I need her to live."

"And she will live, brother. I will bring a drink, and we will wait together for news." Benedict said, rushing to bring the alcohol when Y/n's screams became louder.

On one hand, each scream was like a stab in the heart of Anthony, who was increasingly pale and looked like he was going to vomit at any moment. On the other, it was the only way to know she was alive.

Moments passed. The Viscount didn't know if it had been seconds, minutes or hours. Things seemed to be getting mixed up in his mind. Nothing made sense, not when the love of his life was in the next room in pain and he was away from her. He had to protect her, it was his obligation as a husband. And he failed.

And then came the moment when Anthony's heart stopped. A baby's cry was heard, and he allowed himself to smile a little. He had a son or daughter. A mini version of his wife. And then he burst into tears when Y/n stopped screaming and everything became too silent.

It was uncontrollable. He cried without being able to stop, making it even difficult to breathe in. Anthony refused to believe that he would have to raise this child without Y/n. Without her affection, her kindness, her love. He didn't want to open his eyes and realize that all this wasn't a nightmare, but reality.

Benedict and Collin didn't know what to do. But one thing was certain, they would be there to help Anthony with whatever he needed and never let that child forget the wonderful mother he had. Then, Violet left the room holding a pile of blankets that held the baby.

"You have a daughter, Anthony."

He just cried more. His body was shaking and he couldn't even look at his mother and the baby. "Y/n... Is she...?" He took Violet's silence as a yes. "Oh god..."

"Enter the room, Anthony. She is waiting for you."

Anthony had never stood up so quickly in his life. He quickly opened the door, stopping momentarily when he saw the amount of blood on the sheets, but the most important thing was Y/n's half-open eyes. She was alive and looking around the room in confusion.

"Anthony? Where is my baby?" her voice was hoarse and extremely weak.

The man fell to his knees at the edge of her bed, and lowered his head to rest on her chest. A feeling of relief spread throughout his body when he felt the rising and falling movement of her chest, indicating that she was breathing and that it wasn't just his imagination.

"I love you so much." he cried, feeling her hands start stroking his hair. "I'm sorry. You were so brave and strong. I'm so proud of you, my love."

"Where is my baby?" Y/n didn't want to seem like she didn't appreciate Anthony's words because that was a lie. He was the most important person in her life. But at that moment, Y/n just wanted to know where her baby was.

"She's right here, dear." Violet reassured with a smile, announcing her presence.

Very carefully, she passed the child into the arms of her son's wife, her smile widening as the little family was finally together again. The new parents had a gentle smile as they looked at their creation, a new love emerging for this fragile human being.

Anthony kissed Y/n's temple. "We have a daughter."

"She is beautiful."

"She takes after her mother." Anthony quickly said, never feeling so much love as he did in that moment. 

He was extremely proud of Y/n admiring her strength and courage. Now, he was going to protect his two girls until the end of his life. Nothing was more important than his family.

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton x you #Bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x female reader #anthony bridgerton x female reader #bridgerton x y/n #collin bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x wife reader

[merao-mariposa]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy! (or an outlaw, I dont mind)

Pissa outlaws, cowboys and bandits AU! I base myself on pasión de gavilanes (no tiene nada que ver igual)

Missa abandons his busy life in the city when a mysterious envelope arrives at his apartment citing it in the name of BigQ, the bandit.

La araña escarlata is missing and Quakity in dispair searches for all his friends from that time in an effort to find Roier. And even though Missa is extremely reluctant to return to a life that only brought pain to his door, but he finds himself unable to slam the door in a friend's face.

The town is just as he remembered it from his nightly rides, only now it is more full and alive than ever! His eyes linger on how the children run after each other with wooden swords, unaware of how on the outskirts of the town, when the sunset begins to fade into night, the bandits go out to loot what they find, kill cattle, and steal from crops. Everything to move on to the next town the day after and repeate.

It was such an exhausting life, and even when it is over he knows well that it will never left him completely, he will never be able to have his own children or someone to give his life for.

While he is thinking about how much more dignified it would be to die in the arms of a lover than in an alley after a bar fight, a sudden pressure on his legs makes him lose his, already bad, balance, and fall against the sandy floor full of of rocks.

He looked up, scared, searching with his purple eyes for the cause of the fall and there he saw it, a little boy, at most 7-6 years old, sitting on the floor in front of him, clearly upset and with bleeding knees; the clear culprit of the collision that occurred.

The boy apologizes quickly but the frown on his face makes him believe otherwise, he doesn't doubt that he is sorry but there is something else, before the man can speak the boy growls angrily towards his knees, he sounds more annoyed than pitiful and he rushes to grab a wooden sword that he surely lost in the fall with a sudden gesture.

Missa knows that anger, he has seen it before and he knows almost that well that where it leads is not a place for a child.

So he gently stops him from making any gesture, "Those are some pretty bad scratches you have there, chico." Missa stands up to his full extent, blocking the sun a little with his back and Chayanne is only slightly surprised by a second. Before he tries to answer, Missa continues resolutely "everyone bleeds after a bad wound" "but that's what's worth it, they leave a mark under the blood like the god of blood, did you know?"

Chayanne shyly shakes his head, suddenly all of his lava-burning rage feels cold, curiosity replaces anger and he can't help but wonder if that blood god is as cool as he sounds? His father has told him about multiple gods like someone who tells bedtime stories, but his favorite has always been about the legendary warrior Technoblade, he doesn't think that this blood god could be cooler!

They take a walk through the square and Chayanne can begin to admit that the blood god may be cool, no cooler than his father or his hero! but he is so ominous and great especially at hunting his prey that they sound so annoyed with their desperate “Quaks”, they remind him of a certain professor!

These Quaks may not be cool (more annoying like Quakity) but this mystery man is, to a certain extent cool. It seems like he always knows what to say, his tone of voice is confident and happy, like someone who is talking to a good friend despite having only met him a few minutes ago and in a bad way. He doesn't seem to care that Chayanne knocked him to the hard floor or his initial animosity (which in his defense wasn't against the tall men, it was more against himself) he even gently reassures himself that there's nothing wrong with whining when attending to Mr Bad to clean and apply an ointment to his knees, Chayanne is a warrior so he does’nt cry, he doesn't complain! But he allowed Chayanne to squeeze his hand during the process if Chayanne feels like needing it.

When Mr. Slightly Cool and Mr. Bad began to quickly catch up, he noticed how instead of trying to get into the adults' conversation, Mr. Tall slowly pushed him to rest a little.

He brings Chayanne a glass of water and distracts Bad so Chayanne can sneak some extra candy from bad’s "good muffin pocket".

He will share em’ with her little sister.

That man may actually be a cool guy.

His eyes are purple, Chayanne notes.

He likes the cool-tall men.

.

Philza is a quiet man who has had his fair share of adventures in life, but it's over now. He now he is a simple samaritan with two children.

In his last years of wandering the world he heard a rumor about a kind of skull outlaw that was terrorizing the town of Quesadilla in Q.Essempi county, he immediately decided to settle there with his two children.

Call him insane, he sometimes scolds himself for looking for one last adventure with two such small, practically babies, children in tow but something inside him pushed him to believe that there was something more in Quesadilla, something wonderful waiting for him. He tried to ask his goddess about it, there was no direct answer, but at dawn when his little Tallulah opened her eyes, they had finally defined themselves. They were purple color.

Huge purple eyes that looked at him with such innocence that he swore there would never be pain in her life, neither hers nor her older brother's. He took it as the goddess's response to him to stay in the village and live peacefully.

And so the years passed in the little town, little Chayanne had a lot of energy, which he usually used to stab the other residents and little tallulah would grow up to be a really tall girl! Mute and extremely talented in music, Philza was proud of her and wondered if that musical talent was any kind of blessing because she hadn't learned it from him.

He saw the town change over the years, people come and people go, people who spoke English, people who spoke French, people who spoke Portuguese and people who spoke Spanish, it was by far the most varied place he had ever been and he felt comfortable that it still without constantly moving, his children could also learn about other cultures. Heck, Chayanne was even learning German with his godmother Niki!

Philza couldn't be happier, if it weren't for the fact that every once in a while he felt something just like a hair-pulling, deep in his chest, a hearth-pulling? As if he had to turn somewhere, look for something, find something that was waiting for him and that he needed even without knowing it.

He could leave it as something about getting old and ignore it, let it go, but he knew better; it was his goddess, pointing out something that he had missed or that she prophesied would be important. That's how it was when she found his children, his head was buzzing, not quite there, dragging him through the adoption room, his heart felt lighter now that the little bundle that was named as Chayanne by the facility was cradled in his chest.

But the instinctive need to move forward would not stop until he found a tiny, abandoned creature, who turned out to be the little girl forgotten and abandoned by the adoption facility; Tallulah.

It was easy to assume that after finding them, his idea of ​​​​retiring was more than welcome and Phil decided to shake off the memory of those horrible facilities, he didn't want to remember them and much less for his children to know about those irresponsible federation bastards.

But thats the past.

.

Phil sighed, his years as a traveler and survivor had ruined his taste buds. he would have been fine before if it was just him just put some avocado on that bread and call it a day, am I rigth? But now he has two children and Tallulah is certainly sick of avocado toast, Chayanne is not going to fight but his son takes a long time looking at him when he is cooking, trying to stop him telepathically or some shit.

The thought makes him laugh lightly. Phil is functional enough to make a decent pasta to feed him and two children, he can see from the window in front of the sink the back-garden. Tallulah is feeding some crows that pass by, some even follow him during the day! The girl laughs at Brayan when he accidentally starts drowning in the bird nursery they set up especially for Esperanza, and Phil's heart melts for a second when he notices how some of them land protectively in front of the girl (before getting distracted and starting to to be chaotic, again) the image reminds him that the food is already there and his nest is empty so he hurries to open the window, calls Tallulah and go out to look for Chay. He's probably wandering around town again or hanging out with Ramon.

Whatever the case, his son is strong, Phil knows the people of the town like the back of his hand, and he knows that they would never hurt his son, he knows it and he doesn't find it in himself to be worried. Still he runs, hurried he doesn't know why but he feels that he must hurry before it leaves, before what leaves?

He doesn't know it but he keeps hurriedly looking around him and his heart gallops in his chest with longing, pulling him faster, pulling his heart wich is whispering a name he never heard before.

When Phil arrives at the center of the town, he did’nt see that some of the crows had followed him moving furiously through the air vibrating and caw with excitement absolutely ecstatic, the crows know something that he does not yet which only makes him want to laugh, he is ready, he does, it been for so long, where is it, where is it, needs to see it needs to find-

“Chayanne!”

.

The boy stops laughing at one of the jokes that Missa made, his small face lights up at the shouting voice of who Missas assumes is his father. They both look alike, light skin and straw yellow hair, Missa stops suddenly, unsure of approaching to the handsome man with the striped hat, oh god, what if he thinks badly of him? he wanna die, did he see Missa barking at one of the guard dogs to make laugh?, did he see him playing music with a random bottle he found? Gods, que alguien por favor lo maté.

.

His son is there, he is fine and he knew it, some crows celebrate seeing the child but Phil's eyes soon find the man who accompanies his son through the square, he never seen him before, he would remember it, that should scare him and Phil pushes his rational mind to be paranoid, while inside, in deep his brain that he jokingly calls "bird brain" feels calm as if he's finally scratched a nagging itch in.

Before he can decide whether to slowly approach the man and thank him for finding his son or, on the contrary, lead Chayanne away from the extremely tall, unknown guy, he sees something; sees how one of his crows lands on the mysterious man's shoulder as if it would have done it before as if it belonged there and Phils eyes allow themselves to wander once he is close enough to the stranger's face and oh…Uh oh.

He's handsome, not just handsome but like; his kind. Damm?

The tall man, with a pretty face, long black hair, and dark-colored clothing with bright blues, looks him in the eyes before looking away nervously and Phil now not only wants to laugh but laugh out loud.

He found it. It is not even an "it" but a "he". Chayanne looks at the exchange (or lack thereof) confused and Phil almost wants to slap the crow when it gives him a look he can only define as an “I told you so.” But that can wait now he has to show up before the guy he's been after, searching, without even knowing it. Try to talk before he guy makes himself more small over himself.

Hiding his blush as best he can, Phil extends a hand, noticing that the stranger had been nervously petting the crow on his shoulder, Phil breaths and finally introduces himself.

"Hey there! I'm Philza, Philza Craft, but can call me Phil, are you new in Quesadilla, mate?"

…

Quick translations and author's notes:

La araña escarlata: The scarlett spider. Chico: literally "boy" but used as kiddo in this context. alguien por favor mateme: somebody please kill me. AAAAaaaAAAaaaaRAGARAGA!! I wanted this to be short, I wanted to write something else in death duo (platonic way) but my sleep crisis took control and I've been on this all day, Pissa nation this is my offering! asterisk-reverence-asterisk/j Thank you very much for supporting my first post, you guys were lovely <3 I will try to upload the Spanish version of both posts for the ones who speak Spanish in here (please raise your hand like me xd) also obviously the title comes from the song, don't expect explicit things because I just don't feel comfortable doing it. Thank you for reading I love you very much 💞💞

#pissa #qsmp pissa #they are kissing #in a not platonical way #this time i mean #in a cowboy way #qsmp #death family #qsmp philza #qsmp Missa #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #missasinfonia #(?) #qsmp au #pissa nation #pissa au #qsmp eggs #cowboy-outlaw au

[happy-emmdings]

What's your favourite Captain Swan moment in canon and perhaps in fanfic?

Ooo okay I’ll try not to go off on a tangent but

There are so many!!!

From the top of my head…

I wanna say the entirety of the CS Back to the Future adventure. But the “You traded your ship for me?” moment is so significant and beautiful. It’s just you know… There’s Emma “I’m not used to someone putting me first” Swan who never had a home, who had been betrayed and abandoned time and time again. There’s Killian “I didn’t have anything to live for” Jones. And there’s the memory of him snapping sharply at Ariel that “She’s not just a ship.” And the Jolly Roger is not just a ship; she is his home. She is the vessel that carried all the memories of his lost loved ones, but also his pride and reputation, his most prized possesion and his actual home…

And after all their crazy adventures, Emma asks him how he got to her in the first place. And the cocky grin that’s barely masking the vulnerable softness in his eyes falls away and he grows serious when he responds with a quiet “Aye” to her stunned “You traded your ship for me?”

And that’s where she realizes he traded his home for hers, that he gave up everything he had so that she could have a chance to be with her family and so that he could perhaps be a part of her home and she is so not used to that. In fact it is in stark contrast with her past experiences for someone to put her absolutely and completely first like that. And it’s not like he was going to use it as a way to make her feel like she owed him something. In fact, he wouldn’t have even mentioned it had she not asked directly like that. And it’s that kind of selfless love that is so rare and beautiful and unexpected for Emma and agafsgahjajahahshabgsgsgsgsv!!! Ya know?

So that.

And the moment where Emma finally finds Killian in the Underworld and fucking runs over those metal beams over a river of eternal torment and dashingly rescues her beloved pirate. And Killian even then putting Emma first and telling her she should not have come.

“I never listen.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it.”

And then just a gentle, warm, loving embrace that feels like being welcomed home, even there in the deepest ring of hell above a pit of liquid dispair… your otp could never

But because I like tragedy I have to at least mention the Hellevator goodbye with that improvised hand kiss💔 It was just so soft and painful and… yeah

But then there is the adorable graveyard reunion with a million cheek kisses.

And obviously pancakes🥞✨ because that scene is perfect in every way including Snow barging in like that because

“Am I interrupting something?” “Yes.” “No.” is just so fucking funny.

As for fanfic moments, none in particular come to mind right now, I don’t know sorry🤷‍♀️😅

So anyway I’m really holding back because I could just ramble about these two on and on… Their story is truly made of so many beautiful moments, big and small, sweet and sad and happy and meaningful and… I love them all.

#captain swan #answered asks #cs moments #let me know if you want me to ramble because i can #there are so many moments! #these are like the classics i guess

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You pt15

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter fifteen 

-Operation Haruhi And Hikaru’s First Date-

 “Haruhi Fujioka?” His voice wavered.

  “Hey Arai.” Her eyes widened.

 Time stood still as a sense of nostalgia surrounded the two.

   Tamaki was watching the two, a sense of dread filled within him. His grip on the twins tightened.

    “So uh, these are your friends?” Arai smiled nervously looking at the group.

    “Oh, yeah, this is Y/n. Then Hikaru and kaoru are in my class. And this is…” Haruhi thought for a moment before starting again.

    “-An acquaintance of mine.” She smiled, unintentionally sending daggers to Tamaki’s heart.

    A dramatic piano played to accompany.

 “Miszu….” Tamaki slowly turns his head.

   “Please don’t add any sound effects to my moment of dispair…”

   The two sat down, Haruhi and Arai at one table. The twins at another, and the rest of the club at a third one.

   “I haven’t seen you since graduation.” Haruhi smiled.

   “Yeah you’ve cut all your hair off. That’s such a shame.” 

    “I don’t think so. I mean, since I cut it, it has been easier to manage.” Haruhi played with a strand of hair.

    “So how’s Ouran treating you? Do you keep in touch with anyone from middle school anymore?” 

   “Yeah, a little. Kazumi still calls me, what about you?”

   Over at the other table….

“So, then he’s a friend of Haruhi’s from middle school huh?” Kyoya notes.

   “They’ve had zero contact since graduation, so in my opinion they’re not friends just former classmates.” Hikaru sneered.

    “So… these guys are all in a club with you?”

   “Host club.” Haruhi deadpanned.

  “Oh is that so-?”

“Hey Haruhi, don’t you think you should be working? You shouldn’t be slacking off!” 

  Hikaru barked, brashly raising his class, the ice clicking against the glass.

   “Miszu said I could take a break!-” She 

answered.

    A sound of paper ripping teared her attention away.

   “-Hey! Quit making more garbage I’ll have to take out!” 

   Tamaki was mobbing around now tearing up the club Manuel. Her first mistake was leaving him to his own devices.

   “It’s not garbage. I’m making a hamster home.” He pouted.

    “But Senpai, you don’t have a hamster.”

    “I’m not your Senpai. I’m just an acquaintance of yours.” He ripped up more paper.

   “Wow-“ Arai chuckled.

  “Who knew you Ouran guys were so funny.”

   “-You know it’s such a prestigious school, I’ve always imagined it’s a whole different world.”

   “It’s a different world alright.”

“To be honest with you Fujioka,” Arai looked back at Haruhi.

   “-I was kind of worried that you were going to have a hard time going to such an elite school. I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

    Haruhi softly smiled at that.

 “Uh-“ Arai started to turn red.

   “I mean, it’s not like I was the only one who was worried about you, lots a people were.” He stammered, scratching the back of his head.

  “What’s with him?” Hikaru eyes narrowed, staring Arai down.

   “He’s trying to use the refreshing innocence approach, someone should tell him we already had a refreshing contest.” He looked over to the group.

   “You’re being unusually critical.” Kyoya notes.

“I’m just saying, it’s obvious this guy has a thing for Haruhi.” Hikaru loudly proclaimed.

   Haruhi and Arai turned around.

“-It’s sickening to watch him try and flirt, bleh.” He gagged.

  Arai deflated, figure the floor was easier to look at.

  Haruhi abruptly stood up and glared at Hikaru,

   “Hikaru, what’s wrong with you? Quite acting like such a jerk!”

  “Hey, it’s not big deal, he’s right I did have a thing for you once.” Arai nervously laughed, trying to deescalate the situation.

    Tamaki was on the edge of his chair now.

 “But who cares, you have already turned me down right?” Arai adds.

   “Huh!” Honey and Tamaki yelled.

 “Huh?!” Haruhi joins them.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Kyoya looks at Haruhi.

   “Uh- well I didn’t know.” Haruhi stammered.

   “You have to fill us in on the story Arai, now when did this happen?” Tamaki is now in front of Arai.

  “Well, it was about a year ago..”

(Flashback)

“Fujioka!” A younger Arai calls out.

    Haruhi turned around, holding a few books.

  “I heard that you’re taking the honour student exam for Ouran Academy.” 

  Haruhi nodded.

“You are? Well you might just make it in with your grades. Although…” Arai shyly looked off to the side.

  “-I was sure you’d be going to Higashi High.”

  “I’m taking a test for that too.” Haruhi smiled

  “I don’t know if I’ll be accepted into Ouran.”

 “Yeah well, I guess I’ll just cheer for you.” Arai looked back at Haruhi. 

  “I’d like to go to the same highschool as you though.”

   “Well okay then, you really should’ve said something to me sooner.”

   Arai heart skips a beat.

 “You mean…”

“I’m pretty sure that Ouran’s awarding more than one honour student scholarship.” Haruhi explained.

  “And even if there is only one, you can’t give up on going to the school of your dreams for someone else’s sake. If only one of us gets in, there won’t be any hard feelings right?”

  “We should both do our best. I know, let’s go ask the counselor about it!” Haruhi began to walk away.

  “Fujioka!” Arai panicked and grabbed Haruhi’s wrist.

  “I- I want you to go with me!” He blurted out.

   Haruhi softly smiled at him.

 “Yeah, I wanted to check the application deadline too. Let’s go to the staff room together.” She points down the hall.

 (Flashback Ends)

 Haruhi began to make incoherent  nosies as she spirals.

    “Haruhi…”

The lights flickered and now the boys are in cop uniforms.

   “You broke this innocent man’s heart? Just to get a laugh from some sick joke?” Kyoya interrogated.

  “Um… no, that’s not what happened, I didn’t understand what he meant.” 

   Honey looked up at Mori, holding Usa-chan.

  “This crimes pretty serious, huh?”

  Mori nodded in agreement.

 “How is this Haruhi’s fault? I wouldn’t have gotten it either.” Y/n butts in.

   “Well you’re the best judge for things like this anyways.”  Honey giggled, looked up at Y/n.

  “What do you mean-?”

Haruhi is now infront of Arai, and she bows.

  “I’m so sorry.” 

“So you’re turning me down a whole year later?” Arai expresses.

  “Don’t worry Fujioka, I’m over it already.”

 “- You didn’t realize what I meant so that means you weren’t interested. But you know… I was always drawn to that faraway look in your eyes. And the way you look someone in the eyes when you spoke to them. I liked that about you, I always thought you were special.”

Tamaki eyes shined, truly touched by his words.

  “You think that much of my little girl? Don’t worry I’ll never forget your gallantry!” Tamaki gleefully smiled.

   “Eh?…” Arai weirded out by this.

  Hikaru took a sip from his very empty cup, staring at the group, a bitter taste stuck in his mouth.

  Later on, the group is now sitting at one table getting friendly with Arai. But of course the exclusion of the twins.

  “Wow! You guys went to Kyoto for your school trip? How unusual that you stayed in the country!” Honey smiled.

   “Nah, it’s quite normal for us really.” Arai stated.

  “Well, I’ve always been a fan of Kyoto.” Tamaki added.

  “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to tour the temples with him.” Kyoya sighed.

  Tamaki noticed the twins from the distance.

  “Hikaru, Kaoru!”

 Tamaki waved over to the twins.

 “Get over here! This may be our only chance to hear what Haruhi was like in middle school!”

 Hikaru crossed his arms with a huff.

   “Sorry, but I’m not interested.”

  “Man, how stupid can you guys get? Where’s the fun in sitting around talking about somebody’s past, I don’t see the appeal. Besides, doesn’t that guy realize Haruhi doesn’t want anything to do with him. She’s got plenty of friends.”

   Haruhi got up and stomped towards Hikaru.

   “So she doesn’t need you around, get lost.”

  Haruhi harshly slapped Hikaru, glaring at him.

  “That’s not something for you to decide Hikaru! I’m not going to tolerate you insulting my friends anymore, you got that!”

  Hikaru was trembling looking down at Haruhi.

  “But why…? Why should anyone else even matter to you?”

   Haruhi soften her glare.

 “I thought we were your friends! Are we or aren’t we?” Hikaru clenches his teeth before running off up stairs, Karou follows after.

  “Hikaru, wait for me!”

 “There world is still so small, it’s such a shame.” Tamaki watches the two.

  A veil of silence falls across the room. No one really sure of what to do. 

   A chair is pushed back.

 “Uh- I should go…” Arai makes his way to the door, the others come aswell.

   Arai heads outside and starts to get back in his bike.

   “I’m really sorry Arai.” Haruhi apologizes.

   “It’s okay, I don’t know what I did, but whatever it was sure did set him off, huh?” He laughed uncomfortably.

   Hikaru joins the others. And walks up to Arai.

   “I was out of line, I’m sorry..” Hikaru rubbed the back of his head.

   “Thanks, don’t worry about it. Well, see you soon Fujioka.” He began to bike off.

 As Arai biked away, Haruhi turned to Hikaru. Who was being too pleasant.

   “So Kaoru, tell me why you’re pretending to be Hikaru?”

   The club looks at Haruhi surprised.

 “Hey wait-“ Haruhi grabbed Kaoru’s cheek.

   “What happened to that scratch on your cheek?”

   “I just covered it up with some concealer!” He laughed.

  “I don’t think Hikaru’s temper is going to let up anytime soon. He’s no fun when he’s like this.” Kaoru smiled at Haruhi.

   “So Ive got a small favour to ask of you.”

   “Hm?”

  “How would you like to go out with me tomorrow on a date?” Kaoru gave a grin.

  “WHAT!?” Tamaki screeched.

    “Sure.” Haruhi agreed.

 “NO!”

  But his very normal and sane reaction fell to death ears.

   “If you keep screaming like that someone is going to call the cops.” Y/n groaned covering his ears.

    “But- howcouldIletmydesrdaughteronadateshestooyoungforitIcantletthishappen.”  Tamaki spoke in between tears.

    “Don’t make me have Kyoya deal with you.” Y/n sighed.

   Tamaki turned his head towards Kyoya, an ominous aura surrounded him.

   He let a gasp before standing up and dusting himself off.

———-

The day of the date, Haruhi stands in a busy town, tourists everywhere. 

   She was dressed up in a cute sundress, with extensions in her hair made into pigtails.

    “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

 Haruhi turned and without missing a beat-

  “Hold on…. Where’s Karou?”

  “Well uh… he wasn’t feeling well, and felt guilty, making me take his place.”

   “What should we do? Wanna go home?” 

 “No I told him I’d hang out with yoy today so we might as well.” 

Hikaru looked Haruhi up and down with a funny look.

   “But what’s up with that outfit?”

  “Uh…” Haruhi looks down on her outfit, pulling at the hem of her dress.

   “Is it weird?”

  “Kind of.” 

Unknowingly of the two, the host club was lingering, watching the date unfold.

And Tamaki is being held back.

  “Agh! Haruhi” he reaches out.

 “Be careful boss! They might see us.” Karou whispered.

  Tamaki gripped his shirt.

 “Why did Haruhi and Hikaru end up on a day anyways!”

   “Because you couldn’t muster up the courage yourself, you coward.” Y/n grinned teasing the blonde.

  “How are yesterday’s events even remotely related to this!” Tamaki grimaced.

  “Y’know this might be Haru-chan’s first date!” Honey spoke sitting off by a table having tea.

  “You’re going to pay for that! And look at what she’s wearing! It’s cute! Super cute!”

  “I can explain…”

Tamaki began to through a fit.

 “No fair, no fair, no fair!”

“I don’t know boss… it’s hard for you to understand, but it would be good for Hikaru to find other people he can feel close with.”

   Tamaki stops looking back at Hikaru and Haruhi.

  “The only other people we’ve ever been able to depend on are ourselves. We didn’t care what anyone else thought about us. That’s probably how we ended up so self-centred.”

  “So you admit it?” Tamaki blankly spoke.

 “I guess you could say Hikaru’s immature and lets his emotions run wild. See, I’m not sure he’s even aware of it, but I can tell that he cares about Haruhi. He just doesn’t know how to react so he lets his emotions take over. He’s selfish and wants all her attention.”

  “He wants to be acknowledged by her but… doesn’t know how to make that happen. If you want true friends, friends who aren’t only your toys, you have to learn how to respect them. That’s the only way you can have a meaningful relationship. I think it’s time that Hikaru learned that lesson himself.”

  “Karou… that was amazing.” Tamaki looked star-struck.

   “So in other words, this date is basically to see if Hikaru can handle being thoughtful towards others right?” Kyoya noted.

   “Just promise you won’t interfere with them okay?”

  “Fine, but then why are you making us follow them?” Tamaki asked.

  “Because! There’s no reason we should miss out on something this interesting!” Karou crouched behind a tree.

   “I feel like a creep being around them.” Y/n mumbled, watching tamaki and Karou followed the couple.

   “Kyoya, want to check out the stores around here?” Y/n gestured towards the street.

   “Hm, not interested in stalking?” Kyoya look over to him.

   “No, it’s really a shame isn’t?” Y/n grinned as he began to walk with Kyoya.    

   The streets were bustling with people, stores lined the streets with a few food stands littered about.

    However one shop stood out, It was a small store, in the window display showed an array of trinkets, jewelry, stuffed animals and other charming gifts. 

   Y/n eagerly went to the store, Kyoya following. The door swings open, the inside has a sense of comfort to it.

   Y/n looked around the store.

 “Are you looking for anything particular?” Kyoya asked as Y/n inspected one of the stuffed animals.

   “I want to get gifts for the club.”

  “-This looks like Hikaru and Karou.” He snickered, holding up twin cats attached by a thread through their paws.

    “Is that so…” Kyoya looked at the stuffed animal.

   Y/n wandered off towards the other side of the store, living Kyoya to look around for himself.

   He stared at one of the shelves, it held a bunch of various figures made out of minerals and gems. He picked up one of them, it was a small crab made out of a colourful stone. It reflected bits of light as he holds it. After a while he puts it back before walking to another area.

As Y/n picked out something for everyone, however he left Kyoya last. He wanted to wait to see if anything here caught Kyoya’s interest. And by some miracle he actually found something, the crab, He noticed Kyoya’s interest in it.

   He went to the cashier and put everyone’s gift down, he asked for the crab to be in a special package. After paying Y/n put the crab, now in a sleek black box in his pocket, while the rest of the gifts are put in various bags.

Y/n thanked the cashier and went over to kyoya.

  “You ready to go?”  Y/n asked holding the bags.

   “Looks like you found everything you needed.” Kyoya noted.

   “I did in fact, now let’s continue on!” Y/n smiled walking out the door.

   A cool breeze greets the two, before it’s starting to rain, heavily. Thunder soon joins in.

   “It’s freezing out here.” Y/n tenses up, unknowingly move closer to Kyoya. For warmth of course, nothing else…

   “You know if anyone can come get us?”

   “I can see-“ A ring intrudes the two.

  “Why is Tamaki calling?” Y/n mumbled before answering his phone.

   Worried screams come from the other side.

   “What?”

   “No I haven’t, and yes I’m fine.”

  “Yes he’s here with me.”

   “No- just call him yourself-… fine.”

  Y/n hands his phone to Kyoya.

  “He wants to talk to you.” 

Kyoya took it as Tamaki yelled, Y/n could almost make out what he was saying by sheer volume.

   Kyoya hanged up after Tamaki finished his speech, giving Y/n’s phone back to him.

   “So?”

 “Apparently Hikaru left Haruhi right before the storm and now he doesn’t know where either of them are.” Kyoya explained.

   “How delightful.” Y/n rubbed his temples.

 “Let’s just go into the cafe next door, and wait for a ride. I need a drink anyway.”  

   He moved towards the door and opened it for Kyoya.

  “Ladies first.” Y/n grinned.

  “How thoughtful.” Kyoya walked through. 

The smell of coffee and freshly baked goods spread across the room.

 “I’m gonna order a drink you want anything?”

   Y/n tilts his head.

 “Just a coffee.” 

  “Boo how boring.” He grins walking in line.

  As Y/n successfully orders the coffees, without being awkward for once.

   He places the coffees at the table and sat down across from Kyoya.

   “-oh! Before I forget here.” He slides the black box towards Kyoya.

   “I got you a gift too.” He nervously smiled.

  Kyoya looked at the box, and he opened it.

  “-I saw you looking at in the store and I thought you might’ve liked it so-…” Y/n stopped his rambling.

   Kyoya pulled out the crab, and his eyes softened.

   The sight caused any doubt to disappear from him.

   “Thank you, Y/n.” Kyoya looked up at him.

  “Oh- uh… you’re welcome.” Y/n looked off to the side.

  His heart was a goner now.

——

Afterwards….

“What’s up!” Arai walked into the bed and breakfast  holding up a watermelon.

  “Hey good morning Arai!” Haruhi smiled.

“I brought you a watermelon! My uncle got the best in town.”

  “Oh wow it’s huge!” Honey exclaimed.

Y/n started chuckling.

  “Hm?” Honey turned to Y/n

   “Don’t worry about it.” He grinned 

Arai hands over the watermelon to Hikaru with a smile.

  “Here.”

  “Thanks.”

..

“By the way… a question about your strategy. Did you ever consider the possibility the date might go too well and those two fall in love?” Kyoya spoke observing the club from the balcony.

   “Nah, it’s still too soon for that. Hikaru’s a bit of a dummy.” Karou smiled.

   “Well, then he’s lucky because our club is full of dummies.” Kyoya pushed his glasses up.

        “Speaking of which, how did you and Y/n’s date go.” He grinned.

   “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kyoya looks down at his notebook.

    Karou gave a brief look before smiling.

#x reader #lgbtq #lgbtqiia+ #gay #kyoya ootori x reader #kyoya x reader #kyoya is gay #ouran fanfic #ouran kyoya #kyoya ootori #Back from the dead #I definitely didn’t burnout and disappear for a month ish #I love glasses #Me #kyoya ootori x male reader #male reader #ftm reader #projecting

[vigilxnte]

Daryl Dixon x !Reader

Always be your's

You and daryl face a heated argument as you try to leave the group, without hesitation daryl tries to stop you and you give him one last thing before you leave

⚠️Smut, Fluff, blowjob, dirty talk⚠️

800 words approx.

Up for suggestions guys, feel free to message me if you have any ideas for another quick story. Enjoy x

"Where do you think you're going?" Daryl shouted at me, in his raspy, monitone voice. I turned my head to face the man. I stared at him for a few seconds, looking him deep in his eyes. His eyes furrowed with disappointment when I had nothing to respond. I let him down once again. "I'm sorry dixon, I need to leave, I need to do this for me. You are more than welcome to join me" he usually understands me, but now? I don't know. "Rick got into your head again, didn't he" I interigated him, looking down at my feet in disappointment, knowing the answer to my question, knowing he would never chose me over rick.

"Ye, I understand. But I made a promis-" I interrupted him immediately "you promised me!" I let him stir with his thoughts for a few seconds "you promised me I'd be yours forever!" Tears filled my eyes as walkers began hitting the side of the wall. I turned away from him, i couldnt bare the dispair in his face. I heard his footsteps shuffle towards me, placing his hand on my shoulders to spin me to face him. "I'll always be yours" he spoke softly, lifting my chin. My stomach turned as my eyes met his again. I felt myself dive in, gasping for air as he pulled me closer to his. I closed my eyes letting the tears drip, and follow my facade. He licked his lower lip before closing the gap to meet mine. My mouth exploded with gluttony, making me want more. I felt his tongue search for an entrance, making me moan quietly, Allowing his tongue to play against mine. I felt his hand run up my neck, making me shudder with passion. Growing with lust, i felt hand began mingling with my hair, grabbing as much as he could, as his kissing became much more meaningful, much more passionate. Before I could think he broke away, leaving me wanting more. Much. More.

"I want you" before he could say more, I instinctly began kissing at his neck, hearing him letting out small whimpered moans. I found my hand following his torso until I reach inside his trousers. Filling my hand with his soft cock. I looked at him and smirked as I saw his jaw dropped and his eyes sealed shut, increasing the depth of each of his breaths. With each slow rub I presented his needing cock, I felt him grow within my grip. His breaths became more rapid as he reach his full potential, an impressive amount of potential for that matter. I stopped even though I knew he wanted more. Dropping to my knees I reached for his zipper, and unbuttoned his trousers. To my surprise, he was walking comando. I look back at him to see him gazing down at me with a smirk wrapped around his face. Letting out this man's length, I felt as it hit against my cheek. His pants now round his ankles I could get to work.

Grabbing him by the balls, i began Licking the tip of his cock. I felt his body shiver as I wrapped my tounge around the head of his cock, swirling it in a slow circular motion, making him moan as it travelled around with each rotation. "You like that don't you dixon" I teased as he gave a small nod of pleasure, to the best of his ability. Giving him more, I used the width of my tongue to give what the rest of his cock it needed, running my tounge down his length. I could tell this was the first time in ages he had been touched like this, and damn he needed it. After several lengths I gave him what he really wanted. I took his cock by the base and wrap my lips around his sensitive head, using my tongue against his tip. I feel his body shake with anticipation as i Slowly force as much of his cock I can fit down my tight throat until I gag. He starts moaning louder at the sound of my pain, causing the walkers to bang louder against the wall. I feel his hand once again on the back of my head urging me into a rythem that makes him feel good.

Minutes go by until he finally moans out "Fuck, I'm so close", looking down at me taking his cock whole. I Bob my head faster and faster, rubbing his balls in between my fingers. I listen to his breath becomes even more rapid and deep until finally I feel his warm thick cum shoot to the back of throat. I swallow every drop. Once he's done i take his cock from my mouth. I hear him moan and whimper as he thrust his dick to the back of my throat one last time. Out of breath, and unsteady, he reaches for his trousers. Pulling them up and looking at me once again.

"You're too fucking good, you dirty little slut" grinning at me, as he pulls me in for one last kiss.

"Let's get out of here" I whisper into his ear, one last time before its just me and him. Just like it was supposed to be

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[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Cliffprance

Aliases / Nicknames: Cliff, Clifffoot

Gender: tom

Sexuality: grey-pansexual, demiromantic

Family: Pebble (mother), Flail (father), Shellsmoke (mate), Redpoppy, Icykit (daughters), Croakpaw, Junipercloud (sons), Roachfreckle (mate, formerly)

Other Relations: Bluemouse (mentor), Dappledlight (wet nurse)

Clan: ThunderClan (formerly), WindClan (formerly)

Rank: rogue (at death)

Characteristics: curious, easily amused, likes telling stories (formerly), cold, emotionless, prefers silence, likes being left alone (currently), bossy, has constant joint pain

Murder Motive: vengeance

Number of Victims: 23

Number of Murders: 19

Murder Method: leading into wars, tricking into wars, have other cats fight for him

Known Victims: Dappledlight, Galepaw (accidently), Agavepaw, Roachfreckle, Flail (indirectly), unnamed foster sister, unnamed warriors, unnamed kits, unnamed apprentices, unnamed elders

Victim Profile: Clan cats [WindClan, ThunderClan], rogues

Cause of Death: redcough

Cautionary Tale: The kit rejected by the Clan will be the one to burn it down.

Story: 

It is a long told saying, passed from mother to kit, father to brother, or mentor to apprentice. As generations passed, it became unclear of its origins. Did it start with Cliffprance? Or had his story simply been a result of the cats in his life neglecting to heed its warning:

The kit rejected by the Clan will be the one to burn it down.

Anyone who had met the tom when he was just a kit had been horrified to see the monster he had became, and anyone who had suffered in his reign of terror would refuse to believe that even he had once been an innocent, sweet kit.

In fact, many point to his very first murder, committed when he was only six moons old.

Cliffkit and his father, Flail, were welcomed into the Clan after he had just been born. His mother died while kitting, and between being unable to take care of him on his own and the rising aggression in the other loners, Flail had no other choice but to seek help.

The Clan was strongly against outsiders, but turning them away would go against the code. Flail was determined to prove himself and his son, which meant that he spent most of his time out of the camp to hunt, patrol, or gather supplies. Cliffkit, meanwhile, spent most of his time with Dappledlight, the queen that reluctantly and begrudgingly nursed him.

She was not his true mother, blood or adoptive or anything else, and she was keen to make sure he remembered that. She would growl and push him away if she thought that he was drinking too much milk so that her own kits would have enough, and she would make him sleep in another nest because she didn't want his loner-sickness spreading to her litter, only allowing him to sleep beside them when the nights were especially cold, though that was only because she got in trouble for neglecting his health when he caught whitecough.

Cliffkit was able to make friends in spite of this, and, surprisingly, his days in the nursery were the best he would experience in his entire life. Maybe if things had gone differently, if he hadn't made that one mistake that would lead him to a dark and bloody path, everything would have been better.

Perhaps it would have been better if it was his blood that spilled.

Cliffpaw didn't mean to do it. He and Galepaw were best friends! They had been excited to train together....but then Cliffpaw's muscles began to spasm. He knew what was happening, but he couldn't control it. His legged kicked out--

Cliffpaw only had a moment to stare in shock, horror, and dispair before Galepaw's mentor, Harefern, tackled him to the ground, hissing angrily in his face words that Cliffpaw's mind was racing too fast to understand, clawing at his pelt before Cliffpaw's own mentor finally bothered to pull him off.

He was shunned after that.

Cliffpaw's nest was pushed closest to the entrance, far from the others. Bluemouse, his mentor and Dappledlight's mate, hardly allowed him to train with the others following the incident, and on the rare chance that he did train with another apprentice, his once-friends would call him a murderer, and state that they didn't want to be killed as well.

Had they ever loved him?

Was his kithood filled with lies?

They now treated him the same way as the warriors did, if not worse. They spit awful words in his ears and poked fun at his lack of Clan heritage. Cliffpaw couldn't stop himself from wondering if they had always held these thoughts toward him...if they only bothered to be nice because Galepaw was nice to him. Now Galepaw was dead, because of him....

He tried to explain to them, to his mentor, the leader, anyone, that it had been an accident, that his muscles shake sometimes and he couldn't control it. But they pointed out that Bluemouse and Harefern would never had allowed the battle training to continue if that were the case, and neither mentor stepped in to corroborate his story, two worried for their own backs, because yes, of course they would have stopped the fight.

Bluemouse's lessons grew more violent. He had been assigned as Cliffpaw's mentor because of his strong prejudice towards outsiders. Duskstar had said that it was because Bluemouse would push him the hardest. Cliffpaw would later believe that that was just an excuse to allow one of his warriors to beat up the useless loner-blood.

The worst was when Cliffpaw began to spasm again. Whether they lasted seconds or longer, Bluemouse would kick at him with his claws unsheathed, demanding he cut it out.

Cliffpaw would beg Flail several times to leave. Though Flail loved his son and tried to protect him, he said that since they joined the Clan, rogues had entered the territories around the Clan, and that it was safer here than anywhere else.

Shortly after their conversation, Agavepaw offered Cliffpaw extra lessons. Cliffpaw happily agreed, all too eager for a friend. But when the two were alone, Agavepaw accused Cliffpaw of being part of the rogue gang, being sent here as a spy.

Cliffpaw was startled, and nothing he said could reason with her, not when her grief for her father--killed recently by the rogues--blinded her to his innocence. She leaped, bit and clawed--he had no choice. He was only defending himself.

Their words rang in his head.

Murderer!

Rogue scum!

Monster!

Killer!

Were they right? He was a killer...he killed two cats....he was a murderer.

But there was another voice, a burning flame that turned his tears to ashes.

They deserved it.

He dragged the body back to camp, explaining that they were attacked by one of the rogues. More than a few cats were skeptical, but it made enough sense for them to believe his story.

That didn't make things any easier for him. The apprentices hated him now more than ever. They refused to speak to him, to so much as eat near him.

The first was an accident.

The second was in defense.

But the third would be when his murderous deeds became fully and utterly intentional.

Bluemouse took him on a solo border patrol. There was nothing out of the ordinary about that, Bluemouse rarely allowed him to patrol or train with others, stating that he didn't want his foul stench to stain anyone.

They spotted a squirrel in a thin, flimsy tree. Bluemouse ordered Cliffpaw to go after it. Cliffpaw didn't protest--he had learned by now that it only lead to him being cuffed around the ear, or worse. His body weight caused the branches to bend dangerously, and his heart had raced--but when a yowl split the air, he realized he was lucky to be in the leaves.

He watched as three rogues attacked Bluemouse, pulling at him and slicing at his fur. They were clearly having fun as they bit, jumped away to avoid Bluemouse's swinging paw, and jumped back to bite him again.

Cliffpaw's alarm melted into dark pleasure. His heart was still racing, but differently now. It pounded in a way he never wanted to end, the thrill at seeing Bluemouse's pelt be torn to shreds bit by bit, the satisfaction as his angry growls became painful whimpers...Cliffpaw wished the show would never end.

When the rogues were long gone, he left the tree, gazed happily at Bluemouse's corpse, and trotted back to camp. His story this time was that Bluemouse got tired with him and sent him back to camp early. Since that already happened many times in the past moons, no one batted an eye.

Cliffpaw's apprenticeship had already been extended two moons for Galepaw's death, and now with his mentor dead, Duskstar saw no point to letting it go on any further. He named Cliffpaw Clifffoot. Of course he did. Even with Bluemouse gone, Cliffpaw couldn't forget.

The cheers of the crowd were low and half-hearted, all but Flail's, who shouted it to the Stars.

Clifffoot tried not to care. He didn't need them. They were too weak for him. But though the darkness had gripped its ugly claws in his heart, it still ached to belong, to be loved, to just have one friend that wasn't his father.

After his vigil, he spent the day curled alone in his nest and crying into his paws.

Whenever his emotions were especially getting to him, he would send silent prayers to his mother. He had never been able to meet Pebble, but Flail had talked about her often enough for Clifffoot to picture her perfectly in his mind. From there, his imagination built her more and more, as he pretended she was curled around him or watching him play so that he had someone other than his father to talk to.

That day was no different. Alone in the den, his shaking voice called to her, begging for her forgiveness as he cried that he didn't want to be a monster. He begged her to take him from this place, something he had begged of her many times in his kithood, when he pretended that someone was curled around him in the nursery. But like all the times before, there was nothing but silence.

He was dumbfounded when Shellsmoke, a pretty she-cat, confessed her feelings for him. He had thought that everyone in the Clan either hated him or tolerated him, so he met Shellsmoke's words with skepticism.

But the more time they spent together, the more open he became. It took a moon, but finally Clifffoot was able to realize and accept that he loved someone and someone loved him.

Someone loved him!

Curse StarClan for taking that away.

Moments before a rainstorm broke, a patrol returned with her bloodied body, stating that rogues had attacked and killed her.

Dappledlight spoke up first, voicing her doubts of Flail's innocence--who had been on the patrol. After all, everything had been fine until 'those two' arrived, then suddenly cats were dying like flies and rogues were getting bolder.

Her words were quickly joined by her remaining kits, Clifffoot's once-friends who now demanded he be exiled into the unknown.

With so many warriors against them, Duskstar listened and sent the father and son into exile.

Flail was determined to keep his spirits high. He told Clifffoot not to blame the Clan, that they were scared and needed someone to blame. Clifffoot didn't listen, too bitter to. He didn't even get a chance to grieve for his mate before he was kicked out just because of his origin.

Flail began to say something else dull and supposedly encouraging again when the pair were jumped. They hissed and clawed at the rogues, and when they were shoved to the ground, the weights were lifted and they found themselves facing Clan cats. Different Clan cats.

Flail thanked them, and right when he was about to introduce them, Clifffoot stepped in and announced them both as kind loners--Flail and Cliff--looking for shelter from the rogues.

Flail privately questioned him after they were welcomed, but Cliff figured that they wouldn't have as high a chance if they told them the truth. How would they explain why they were exiled, and how could they prove their innocence?

It was only luck that Duskstar decided to keep the loners a secret from the other Clans, and that the rain had washed most of the Clan-scent from their fur.

All was peaceful, at least on the surface.

Cliff's Clanmates were warmer, though still wary due to the rogue attacks. They were still willing to share prey and a den, and when they patrolled with him, they were more than happy to engage in small talk. One of the cats, Roachfreckle, even asked him to be her mate! He agreed, only to keep up the appearance of a trusted Clanmate. One of them.

But he wasn't. He spent too many seasons having that lesson beaten into him.

It could have been a second chance for Cliff to finally live happily.

But it all came too late.

He was denied a mother that loved him.

He was denied a mentor that didn't take every opportunity to beat him.

He was denied littermates, blood or otherwise, that cared for him.

He was denied friends.

Even before he was born, he was denied health.

And when he finally found love, it was struck down from him and he was kicked out of his and his father's home.

Cliff couldn't easily forget.

He couldn't easily forgive.

All his life, he was pushed and pushed and pushed, each shove adding a sliver of ice to his heart. There was no longer warmth, no longer affection, and there was not a single trace of the gentle kit he had once been. It was all frozen, forgotten and buried, and there was nothing left but bitter resentment--resentment for his old Clanmates, resentment for the rogues that first caused their distrust, even resentment for the Clanmates he had now, and for his father that hadn't even noticed how much pain his son had suffered. They were all worthless, and they all deserved to die.

It was the only logical next step, wasn't it? After all, he was already a murderer in seemingly everyone's eyes.

He didn't care if he was killed, and that kept fear at bay. It was why he could take some extra prey from the pile late at night, when he was the only one awake--sitting guard.

With no terror against the rogues and what they could do, he walked through the moors unbothered until he came across a scent trail. He followed it, growing larger and larger until cats sprang out and demanded what he was doing so close to their home.

Cliffprance spat what he carried to the ground and offered them the food.

While they eagerly ate, Cliffprance noticed how skinny they were. Bones with a veil named 'cat.' It was no wonder they were crossing over the borders. They must have been starving!

Cliffprance tried not to show his delight at seeing their suffering. He hated the rogues just as much as the Clan cats.

The leader of the small group introduced himself as Domino, and questioned Cliffprance's reasoning for helping them. Cliffprance told them the truth, part of it at least. He told them that his parents had been starving just as they were, and that he, too, suffered by the Clans' cruelty.

The more they talked, the more he learned.

As far as these rogues--'loners' they called themselves--knew, they only tried to hunt, but anywhere there was plentiful food, there were Clan cats who chased them away. Of course, some of the loners became aggressive. Wouldn't anyone who was desperate to eat? And with more cats becoming aggressive, less Clan cats were tolerant of the remaining loners.

Cliffprance offered them help.

He would be their 'saviour.'

He snuck out food to them once a day, whenever he could sneak out. With that, he gained their trust. More and more cats heard about the generous Clan cat offering meals, and more and more cats trusted him with their lives.

He spent moons feeding them, talking to them like they were buddies, and soon enough, training them to fight. You know, in case those Clan cats give them trouble.

Slowly, he planted the seeds.

First it was just a thought, a joke, a random thing. "I wonder why Clan cats think they're so much better than everyone else. Can't they see others are starving?"

Then it was feeding their resentment. "I can't believe anyone would turn their backs on those that need help! How cruel can they be?"

Then it was hypothetical. "What would you do if you could say something to a Clan cat, other than me?" "What would you do if you could take vengeance?"

Then it became planning.

But while the gears were still turning, voices became doubtful. Domino was the most loud of them all.

Cliffprance had to show them that harming the Clan cats was the only way, while squashing all doubt.

He acted distressed when he returned to them one day with food and they told him that Domino had been killed by the Clan! They had found him with his throat slit, a mouse in his jaws. He only wanted to feed them--there weren't even any signs of a fight! They just jumped him without warning him or chasing him off! They wanted him dead!

Things became incredibly easier after that. Moons of being chased away from good food that they desperately needing, of being torn into for 'trespassing,' and now for being killed, all for being different than a precious Clan cat made all of the loners, rogues, whatever, willing to follow whatever Cliffprance said that they needed to do in order to serve justice.

He didn't want to attack all at once. Instead, he lead the occasional patrol in a certain direction, and would return home panting and distressed that the rogues! The rogues had attacked them!

Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to lead all of the patrols that died. Sometimes, he happened to be out at the same time and told them of this great place for hunting he found the other day.

It was only after two and a half--the final patrol was just two cats--were killed that Featherstar declared that no cat should leave the camp unless accompanied by four of their Clanmates. Cliffprance figured that that was a good enough time to strike.

He lead the rogues under cover of darkness, their scent hidden by the lavender fields they rolled in.

Cliffprance took out the guard before she could raise the alarm, his identity as a fellow Clanmate allowing him to get close enough before she realized something was wrong.

Every den was attacked. The warriors, the elders, the medicine cat, the queens and even their kits were thrown into the fight.

If there was one thing that Cliffprance had convinced the rogues of, it was this:

the Clans had to be culled.

Flail had looked at his son with such horror, begging, asking why he was doing this.

Cliffprance only stared at him coldly, maintaining unblinking eye-contact as Flail was jumped.

Then, when he was satisfied with the damage--he yowled into the air. "ThunderClan! Retreat!"

The trick had worked.

After they had rolled in lavender, the rogues caked themselves completely in mud. Their scent had been disguised and so too their appearance. Cliffprance had given them the names of his old Clanmates to use during the attack. "Duskstar, over here!" one cat would say to another.

WindClan had believed that Cliffprance--and possibly Flail--were traitors all along, sent by ThunderClan to infiltrate them. The irony. That's just what ThunderClan used to think of them.

Cliffprance only had to sit back and watch gleefully as WindClan and ThunderClan tore each other apart.

He returned to the ThunderClan camp one day, while most of the warriors were away in one of the many battles. Any remaining cats that tried to force him away were easily beaten by the five rogues that accompanied him.

Cliffprance followed Dappledlight's scent and found her, amazingly, in the nursery. But she wasn't the one that had had kits. No, the vile she-cat was an elder now and merely visiting her daughter, one of Cliffprance's foster-littermates-turned bully.

Cliffprance didn't do the killing himself just yet. No, he sat back, wanting to watch the carnage as well as the horror on both she-cats faces as the rogues did what had to be done to their kits. Only after bathing in the cries of their anguish did Cliffprance rise to silence them.

Now both Clans knew of Cliffprance's horrid actions. Both knew he was a monster--not the kind they imagined him to be. No, he was much, much worse.

But the battles would continue a while longer before either Clan figured the connection and realized that they had been tricked. Knowing now that they had a common enemy, they joined forced against the rogues.

But by then Cliffprance had already left.

He knew what was going to happen--he had known since the beginning, and he smiled as he walked as yowls rang out in the distant air.

All it took was a little bit of manipulation and he had started a war. Two, in fact, depending on how long the rogues lasted.

It was the fault of those filthy rogues that had ThunderClan distrust Cliffprance so much, and it was ThunderClan that had treated him like filth most of his life.

He only had to be friendly with one before he he got them to kill each other.

He knew that ThunderClan would live on, and so would WindClan--though with much smaller numbers. The rogues were more of a mystery, but he guessed one or two may live.

There was one thing that was certain:

they would not forget him anytime soon.

Additional Information: 

--Cliffprance was a cat collectively created by many of us! Together, we designed him in Clangen and gave him his conditions, and decided via poll the range of his victim number. I decided to specify his story using some ideas from things that happened in Clangen.

These things include his father's name, becoming mates with the two named, and dying as Clifffoot (and me reviving him as Cliffprance and writing it as him being exiled and finding a new name that way).

You can see who did what here

--Base: Full Reference Cat FTU Base by Naxolite on DeviantArt

Yes I realized I messed up his foot placement on the refs.

--It doesn't show too much on these refs but he is a longhair!

--It didn't make it into the story because I couldn't find a spot that flowed right, but Cliffprance lost his paw in a training accident by a twoleg trap. Bluemouse likely left him there.

--I might explain it in a more detailed post, but basically some loners became more aggressive as they became more desperate. One accidently killed a Clan cat, causing many ThunderClan cats to hate them and become more violent when they chased them off, in turn causing the rogues to become more violent against them.

I might also make a thing where the ThunderClan cat was actually murdered and it was pinned on the rogues?

--While ThunderClan did majorly suck in not noticing Cliff's pain and not stepping in, many of them did not hate Cliffprance as much as he believed they did. But who could blame him for thinking what he did?

--Roachfreckle either died in the ambush or in one of the battles against ThunderClan.

#long post #long long post #super long post #cliffprance #wc loners #wc rogues #thunderclan #windclan #abuse tw #abuse mention #othering #child murder #kit death #wc #warriors oc #warrior cats oc #warriors #warrior cats #warriors horror #kinda? #dark forest profile #dark forest resident #dark forest oc #dark forest character #dark forest warrior #place of no stars #place of no stars oc #thunderclan oc #windclan oc #clangen

[omi-papus]

I tend to stick with fanon for a lot of my thoughts. But one thing I definitly think is better in canon over a lot of fanfiction, is that Robin never denies what Al-An did. She never tells him that it wasnt his fault, or tries to coddle him about how he couldnt think right at the time, or anything of the sort. Even before she knew it was directly his actions that cuased the outbreak, she starts getting critical by just knowing it happened when he was in charge, implying that she thinks he is to be held responsible even if its as a leader and not the exact cause, and when he mentiones what he did, she fills in what he refuses to say. She absolutely thinks he is guilty of what hes done.

And she calls him brave.

Ok saying this is “canon” is a bit debatable since its a cut voice line (not from the beta, its very much from the final story it just dosent play un the game, its in the files) and she says that he has been brave, because he is still trying. And all she claims is to want to help him in the current objective. To move forward.

Robin dosent babyfy Al-An, or claim that hes suffered too much to be held responsible or anything. She thinks he deserves forgiveness because she knows that Al-An is fully ready to fix everything hes caused and more. She hears him say he will “make amends” not, “beg for forgiveness”. She sees what truly is the virtue of this being, and that is that even when he was wallowing in pesimis, and pain he never even sugested giving up. As he himself says in another cut line “His people do not lie down”.

And thats why she belives he deserves redemption, cause shes seen him at the bottom of his dispair, but never once faltering in his will to keep working towards a solution. And she, has the hope to be certain that he will find that solution.

Like for real, he NEVER so much as considers stoping. Part of me thinks that if they did go extinct fucker was ready to clone that population back up his damn self. Robins more so there to prevent him from like killing himself trying and or going compleatly insane, because I can see him pressing on, convinced that he will not be able to do it, and having it become some sort of eternal torture he keeps up out of guilt until something kills him. So I think that Robin represents the Hope for a better future and Al-An the Will to make it a reality.

#subnautica #subnautic below zero #al-an #al an #robin ayou

[underswapped3]

chara i am just a human being but i manly i’m just so easy to kill dispite being having a full name that has names from each of the greatest individuals of leaders in history and in stories one of my first neme is literally the same as a book a book and a leader from a story about this guy who my first name came from who was the wisest individual he went from servant to ruler of a land in a matter of days but i don’t even know how to talk to people i originally that people loved getting beat up because well my sister beat me up growing up which got the idea that other people love to get beat up because of how i got bullied by my sister and beat up and basically punched bit and more just because i was weeker than her so i swear to never be week again by training by body to handle every amount of pain ever i would spend weeks to years building my strongth and durability but to no avail because no matter what i did i always stayed week i perfer to say i’m stronger than i actually i’m to avoid getting hurt trust me you would never like my sister she is mean to me because i never could do anything she is one of the worst things in my life making my life worse rither than better hell she said that i would never amount to anything and to give up on my dreams she never supported me or tried to help me out when i needed it she lied to me as well so yeah don’t hurt me by the way or i will call my mom to talk to your mom please don’t hurt me i don’t wanna hurt anyone else my sister as made me wanna kill myself by telling me that i would never amount to anything i started to wonder meybe she’s right at times and that i should just kill myself to end to be with the dead grandpa and now it’s only getting worse my mental state is getting worse at this point my mind is only one piece because of how i many people try to bring me up but my mind is only filled with dispair depression grief anger rage sadness anxiety and all negativity i no longer i’m happy because of my sister making my life worse my grandpa dying and now i lost another family member when will it end when my grandpa died that’s when i become consumed by negativity the trauma almost broke my mind i was forced to watch my grandpa die right in front of my eyes hopeless and powerless to do anything as my grandpa died right as i had to watch after i tried everything to bring him back trust me back than if a demon offered to bring him back to life i wouldn’t think i would accept the deal even if it meant I had to sell my soul to get my granpa back i would done it because in my mind at that point i would have done anything to get him back even if i had to sell my soul to get him back that’s how dispirit i was i was so deeply dispirite to get him back from the dead that i tried to summon a demon to make a deal to bring him back to life i learned everything i could thinking by learning everything i could find a way to bring him back to life the way he was born so i read everything watch every educational thing you can think of to everything i can because i couldn’t accept that he died i just couldn’t if i saw my grandma die it would break me that’s how much willing to do for the ones i care about

No but seriously wtf is this.

@thedoggoboi

#underswapped3 #underswap au #answered ask

[originalkryptoniteheart]

The silence I left behind lies heavy on your soul

Do you miss my annoying incessant chatter now

The glitter I wore is all over your cotton sheets 

Wake every morning with traces of what you lost

I carved my name into your bones late at night

Your darkened soul belongs to me we both know it

Scratches down your back glow in the moonlight

When no one else is around do you yearn for more of it

Do you ever count the number of your deadly sins 

7 pomegranate seeds you forced down my throat

I hope my absence brings you unimaginable dispair

Around the fire you tell the saddest ghost story of you & me

#spilled ink #spilled thoughts #poem #poetry #anger

[fizzyginfizz]

Hiii! How are you? So, the other day OUT OF THE BLUE I was i don´t know, having breakfast maybe? and i remebered this part of Quidditch is for Losers which, i know, it's about a child in hospital and it's a horrible situation, but i laughed soo loud:

Her Dad thought about it. “That incident when she was two?”

“With the wheelbarrow, the self-tuning accordion and the chicken?”

“Definitely her.”

“Could have been Percy.”

“Honestly Molly, the chicken was wearing her shoes. She hated those shoes. Dead giveaway.”

“But- “

Ginny had heard enough. “I’m not a squib! Of course I’ve done accidental magic!”

As if to agree, the clock in her Mum’s clutches started whirring. With a pling, plop and two cuckoos, Ginny’s hand spun around and around until it lurched to stop on a brand-new wedge labeled “Not A Squib.”

I love this. I LOOOOVE THIS. I believe that it requires a lot of talent to write funny stuff, and i noticed how you give us these funny moments, and then, when we have our defenses low you punch us with sadness and dispair, and i'm dead. I love it, i said it already i know.

Soooooo... is there anything you can tell us about the nex part? how is it going? How are you feeling about it? :D NO pressure and no obligation to respond, of course. I hope you have a great week!

(oh and i tried translating a part of that chapter to spanish so i could show it to my non-english speaking hp-fans friends and it's sooo hard, it's a good story still, i mean, but it's so much better in english, ugh 🥴🫠)

"Dying is easy - comedy is hard."

-attributed to Edmund Kean, maybe Edmund Gwenn, but probably uttered by the first caveman who bombed a joke.

I can't express just how tickled I am to hear you're still laughing about this stuff over breakfast. Thank you so much! Nothing is ever funny to me the fourth time I read it, so by the time I publish these chapters I have no idea whether the humor works or not. The best comments in the world start with "I laughed at the part…."

I feel like I owe followers of Quidditch is for Losers a big apology because I'm taking so long to update. I don't want to start posting again until I've finished writing the next full arc which takes us to the end of the PoA timeline - about 10-12 chapters. I can tell you Ginny's brothers are still driving her nuts, Harry still triggers a (WTF) blushing response and when Professor McGonagall said Ginny's teachers failed her, she meant it. They will not make that mistake twice. And that's just what's happening on the outside. Ginny is navigating all this with leftover social-emotional-psychological baggage and she can't process her emotions the way she would in canon because she still can't get on a broom without losing her lunch.

I can't promise when I'll get posting, but I do know what it's like to wait for updates and I can promise I'm working on it. I haven't lost passion for this project and I'm excited to share what I have planned (even though I'm looking at it for the 37th time and wondering 'hmmm, funny?'). I'm working through how Ginny's highs and lows weave together - I'm writing and rewriting (and re-rewriting), tossing stuff out, putting stuff back in, worrying about the depressing-uplifting balance. But it's coming along. Soon. Soon-ish. Soon adjacent?

In case you missed it, I did write a young Bill & Charlie piece for Weasleyfest that is a pre-QifL dive into their early brother-ing: Best Brother

And again, thank you, absolutely truly. Your note brightened my day - it means so much to me to know you've enjoyed QifL so far and are waiting for more. I'll try to write faster.

#thanks for the ask! #quidditch is for losers

[nyxus-nyx-2]

i am just a human being but i manly i’m just so easy to kill dispite being having a full name that has names from each of the greatest individuals of leaders in history and in stories one of my first neme is literally the same as a book a book and a leader from a story about this guy who my first name came from who was the wisest individual he went from servant to ruler of a land in a matter of days but i don’t even know how to talk to people i originally that people loved getting beat up because well my sister beat me up growing up which got the idea that other people love to get beat up because of how i got bullied by my sister and beat up and basically punched bit and more just because i was weeker than her so i swear to never be week again by training by body to handle every amount of pain ever i would spend weeks to years building my strongth and durability but to no avail because no matter what i did i always stayed week i perfer to say i’m stronger than i actually i’m to avoid getting hurt trust me you would never like my sister she is mean to me because i never could do anything she is one of the worst things in my life making my life worse rither than better hell she said that i would never amount to anything and to give up on my dreams she never supported me or tried to help me out when i needed it she lied to me as well so yeah don’t hurt me by the way or i will call my mom to talk to your mom please don’t hurt me i don’t wanna hurt anyone else my sister as made me wanna kill myself by telling me that i would never amount to anything i started to wonder meybe she’s right at times and that i should just kill myself to end to be with the dead grandpa and now it’s only getting worse my mental state is getting worse at this point my mind is only one piece because of how i many people try to bring me up but my mind is only filled with dispair depression grief anger rage sadness anxiety and all negativity i no longer i’m happy because of my sister making my life worse my grandpa dying and now i lost another family member when will it end when my grandpa died that’s when i become consumed by negativity the trauma almost broke my mind i was forced to watch my grandpa die right in front of my eyes hopeless and powerless to do anything as my grandpa died right as i had to watch after i tried everything to bring him back trust me back than if a demon offered to bring him back to life i wouldn’t think i would accept the deal even if it meant I had to sell my soul to get my granpa back i would done it because in my mind at that point i would have done anything to get him back even if i had to sell my soul to get him back that’s how dispirit i was i was so deeply dispirite to get him back from the dead that i tried to summon a demon to make a deal to bring him back to life i learned everything i could thinking by learning everything i could find a way to bring him back to life the way he was born so i read everything watch every educational thing you can think of to everything i can because i couldn’t accept that he died i just couldn’t if i saw my grandma die it would break me that’s how much willing to do for the ones i care about

oh my- I uh- goodness-

so much-trauma dump- are you okay? Need a hug? If this from the Bible ima scream lol

Here funnies for the soul

[agalnamedlunasea]

You 🤝 me

Thinking Sonia would’ve been better collateral than Hiyoko

YES EXACTLY

I'm gonna ramble about it

The way that Hiyokos death is handled in the narrative bugs THE FUCK outta me for a number of reasons. First of which being what you say in your post. Hiyoko was far worse of a bully to Mikan than she is to anyone else. But once they have Mikan kill her while under the influence of the dispair disease, suddenly their relationship to eachother doesn't matter. She was killed because she happened to go to the music venue (which is tbh kinda out of character! She was quarantining herself at the motel, why would she leave? Ik, her kimono, but still?). She ended up just being collateral damage, a loose end that needed to be tied. And to do that to a character who was just starting to change and grow? At the hands of the character with which she has the most conflict? Is such a waste. As is, Hiyokos death is just there to fill a quota (similar to tenko in v3 but thats another story)

Like we were saying, if they wanted a tragic collateral damage kill, Sonia would have been a *much* better fit. Sonia is a much better liked by the rest of the cast, but didn't have any particularly strong relationship to mikan, so her dying there would have had a much more tragic impact. She could have also impacted the other characters in a much more interesting way that way. Look, I love Sonia, I do, but she doesn't really have the strongest impact on the narrative or themes. Anything she does do could easily be filled by another character if she died.

If she had died in chapter 3, kazuichi could have gotten some much needed development in getting over her. And if the way it went down was that Sonia went to the music venue to get the mirror *for* hiyoko (something that would have been more in character for both of them) then that would have been a big help to Hiyokos arc, having to reconcile her role in Sonia dying. Maybe it would get her to finally come around and officially be a better person.

Apparently Hiyokos spot was planned to be filled by fuyuhiko originally but they changed that because it would undermine what happened to Peko. But that really doesn't check out to me, because hiyoko dying undermines mahirus death. You can kinda tell that was the plan because Fuyuhikos development happens kinda quickly, whereas Hiyokos only just starting to grow when she gets offed.

I also think it would have been cool to have Hiyoko and Sonia switch, because then each of the survivors would have had to deal with the loss of someone close to them. In canon, kazuichi makes this an incomplete theme. There's fuyuhiko with peko, akane with nekomaru, hajime with nagito and chiaki, and sonia with gundham. But kaz doesn't have anyone he especially cared about die. If sonia died, he'd not only have to get over her and reconcile her death, but then all of the survivors would have people to live on for (hiyoko with mahiru, and kaz with sonia and maybe gundham depending on how much you changed the writing).

Idk it just sucks to see sooooo much potential wasted. It could have been so good

#hi idk if this is coherent but i have a lot of thoughts #but anyway thank you bestie #danganronpa #hiyoko saionji #sonia nevermind #mikan tsumiki #al answers asks

[dreampodcast]

Ep. 2 The One With Mark's Little Story + More (Part 1)

《Haechan》 Ah yes. Today we have a little story to tell everyone tuning in on our podcast.

《Mark》 *is embarrassed and fanatically trying to turn Haechan's mic off* Haechan, shut up!

《Haechan》 Uh no. I'm the host, so deal with it. *slaps Mark's hands away from his mic*

《Jeno》 Why do you want to shut him up so badly, huh Mark? *chuckles while grinning*

《Mark》 I just- *voice cracks* The story isn't even important.

《Jaemin》 It isn't? I thought it would be interesting to tell.

《Renjun》 What are you guys talking about? What happened?

《Chenle》 I'm telling you, hyung. All the fun things happen when we're not around. *pouts*

《Haechan》 *smirks* We'll tell you, but Mark has to admit it. He's not a church boy like everyone makes him out to be.

《Chenle + Renjun》 Ohhh-

《Chenle》 Mark, what did you do?

《Renjun》 You didn't pop another boner in public again, did you?

《The rest of the guys, except Mark》 WHAT!?

《Mark》 *groans in dispair*

《Haechan》 Oh this is getting better by the minute!

#haechan.🎙 #mark.🎙 #jeno.🎙 #jaemin.🎙 #renjun.🎙 #chenle.🎙 #dream podcast ☁️ ep. 2 (part 1)

[principalinstigator]

I only recently got into Sailor Moon. A little late I know but hear me out. This series gave me the worst case of queerbait from 3 decades past like no show has (yes even CW's Supergirl).

Nobody told me about the Sailor Stars. There was no warning about the damage it would inflict to my young soul from the unadulterated yearning and repression the season would bring. I was happily enjoying the og magical girl of all magical girls live her teenage years fighting evil, in the name of the moon, falling in love, fullfilling her destiny, occasionally arguing with her daughter from the future, until this curveball of a season came outta nowhere.

So let me explain how I experienced this life changing event this year before I fall further into dispair because of an anime that aired before I was born.

In this season, Usagi basically lived out every fangirl’s fantasy scenarios before anyone else did.

The first scene of her meeting Seiya was by accident and she snuck in a film set and didn't know who he was. The second time, they bump into each other on the street. The next time is when he attends her school and he recognizes her and sits behind her in class, pays attention to no one else for the rest of the school year. Asks her out on a date, saves her life, gets a secret identity reveal, saves her life some more, then she saves his life, they get into a romeo and juliet situation, also destiny interferes, also that goddamn scene in the rain of him asking her if he's enough, and how am I supposed to process the fact that Seiya can change gender in the animated series too but Usagi does not care about that, like what the actual fuck

They went on for the whole season like this because Mamoru (Tuxedo Mask) was GONE gone. He basically died the same day Seiya first sees Usagi, and I shit you not, when Seiya first saw Usagi it's literally in that slow-mo, flower effects, and wind chimey music kinda way.

Throughout the season, Usagi mentions she has a boyfriend but, narratively, they got rid of him to tell this story with just their dynamic and IT SLAPPED. But the show had to end, people were brought back to life including Mamoru, destinies had to be fullfilled and it's like they only had that little pocket of tragic first love goodness in there and all of their friends KNOW. The fact that it's queer is just icing on the cake but also how can a show from 30 years ago do me dirty like this 😭😭😭

#sailor moon #sailor stars #i read a fanfic that patched the gaping hole canon left #but i am still reeling #seiya kou #usagi tsukino

[class-1b-bull]

hi!

sorry if this makes you uncomfortable but 1B with a spouse/friend who is trans?

you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to :)

I actually really like the request! Im trans myself so I love the representation <3

Not proofread we die like men

Awase -

Hes the aggressive straight friend every trans person has. Like if youre a trans man hes screaming HEY MY MAN, LOOK AT THIS DUDEEE and shit like that everytime he sees you <3 (same works reversed for other trans ppl I just used trans men as an example <3)

Sen -

Genuinely interested about your struggles and the process of transitioning (if you choose to do so) he wants to help you anyway he can! You will not feel disphoric when hes around.

Kamakiri -

He 100% asked if you wanted him to give you bottom/ top surgery. Hes your ride or die if you want him to he will. Im sure theres a youtube tutorial for it. Will punch transphobes for you <3

Kuroiro -

The second you tell him your trans he goes on this long ass emo rant about how "to be born in the skin of another is the deepest type of dispair." Or whatever. Supportive asf tho.

Kendo -

Shes so sweet and helps you with anything you need <3 (if your enby she will ask nezu if UA can invest in gender neutral bathrooms and omg)

Kodai -

"K.." thats it. That was her reaction to finding out. She treats you the way she always has. Nothing can make her change the way she views you (you will always be her friend I mean lol)

Komori -

She somehow knew you were trans before you knew. The second you told her she just said finally as she pulled out a trans flag to give you lmao. Shes so sweet about it <3

Shiozaki -

Once you tell her she tells you the entire bible story where jesus helped a trans man (i think it was a trans man im not sure) and how she would help you the way he helped that man <3

Shishida -

The first thing he does is clarify your preferred pronouns, name and what prefixes you prefer (sir, mam, mr, mrs, mx, ect.) Afterwards he will just gently correct people if they accidentally misgender you <3

Shoda -

He buys little gifts for you as a congratulations on coming out (candy, pride pin ect.) He also helps with anything you need (he tries to anyways)

Pony -

If you were a girl shes just worried about what will happen to yalls girl days, overall tho she is really happy for you! The two of you definitely go shopping together to help you find cool clothes that fit your new self!

Tsubaraba -

"Poggers!" He made a trans flag on your minecraft world to put in your base. If you encounter a wild transphobe he throws a pokeball at them while saying shit like "gotta catch the clown!"

Tetsutetsu -

Hes a little confused but he got spirit! "This is my buddy, hes a man!" "I was a man but now im a woman tetsu..." "WHAT?! so you double trans now!?" Hes supportive as hell tho (also i just used trans women as an example it can be switched however)

Tokage -

"Thats cool." She immediately started making you a custom 'bad bitch' playlist. She gives off the same energy as the 'I got you a gay cake cuz its rainbow so it gay cuz ya gay' woman

Manga -

Nothing changed honestly, you told him, he started using your preferred name and pronouns and thats kinda it. He did give you skittles on a convince store run "cuz ya gay" (hes a little confused but he got spirit pt.2)

Honenuki -

You are not allowed to feel disphoric around him. He will make sure you feel comfortable and happy with how you are >:( if youre in the process of transitioning he makes sure to point out if you seem more mac/fem (if youre fine with it i mean)

Bondo -

I like to think he knows how to sew, so he definitely thrifted a bunch of random cheep cloths and sewed them to make you a custom trans flag with your preferred name engraved in the corner <3

Monoma -

He will beat the shit out of anyone that comes at you (its actually kinda scary) even on the internet if someone purposely misgenders you he is messaging them their exact coordinates lol

Reiko -

She is so nice about the whole thing <3 she uses her quirk to scare the shit out of transphobic ppl and she makes sure to help you when you feel disphoric <3

Rin -

He relates to the hate you can get for being trans so he knows how hard it can be (in that aspect at least.) So he makes sure to check in with you often <3 (also why do transphobic ppl see dudes with long hair and assume theyre trans? Lmao)

My cat brought a big ass bug to me and just sat it on my lap when I was writing this lmao.

Shes a little shit sometimes but I love her <3

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[thefifthmarauderstuff]

Love is just a Fairytale or In the Past

This also takes place in AU without Voldyy! so i hope you enjoy! and P.S I’m writing this inside my classroom with my classmates OHHH the atmosphere!!

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Love is Just a Fairytale or In The Past

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sirius Black x Female!Reader

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫: thefifthmarauderstuff

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: This story is about Remus Lupin’s daughter who borrowed a kinda broken time turner from her bestfriend, while she’s in the common room at midnight her time turner started sparking and everything went black and she was transfered back in time, unfortunately for her she was transfered to the year her dad was still at hogwarts along with his pals james potter, peter pettigrew and sirius black.. Will she let her heart fall inlove with a messy haired boy, sacrificing the future.. Or will she sacrifice her own happiness?

Chapter 2

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Y/N screamed in her head, she couldn’t believe it, she just traveled back in time anf worse it was in her father’s timeline

'THIS IS NOT HAPPENING'

Y/N screamed in her head 'No No No No'

It seems like the her so called 'father' noticed her slight argument in her head

”Hey, is there something wrong?” Remus asked her with a look on his face

'James is kinda right she does look a lot like me, Do i have some cousin from a great great greatgrandparents or some sort?' Remus asked in his head

Y/N looked at him and screamed 'OMG its my dad, what am i supposed to do!?!?!'

'OK Y/N CALM DAWN CALM DAWN!!!!'

Y/N looked at remus and asked

”umm, hey could you please tell where to find the headmaster?” Y/N asked with a panic looked on her face she’s trying to control

but juat as Remus was about to open his mouth and answer, ”Ohh, you mean Dumbledore of course love, but first why don’t you tell me your name” a flirty voice answered for Remus

Y/N turned to the dark curly haired boy and said”Sorry but i don’t give away my name to strangers” she replied while rolling her eyes

”well then, pleasure to meet this young beautiful lady like you, My name’s Sirius Black but of course you can call me yours”Sirius said in a very seductive and flirty voice

Y/N had the urge to scoff but she had to maintain the 'good attitude' of hers

”Well nice to meet you too, and I think Black would just be fine” she said rolling her eyes for like the thousand time

”oh come one love don’t be like that” Sirius said coming closer to her but before he could Remus shoved him aside

”Sorry about him he’s a bit of a womanizer”Remus said he didn’t know why but he had the urge to feel protective of her

”Oh no its ok i understand, I mean just by staring at him he looks like it” she siad in reply

“you were asking about Dumbledore where you not?” Remus asked her

”well yeah actually I’m quite new here could you please tell me where to find him but of course is im not a bother” Y/N said quickly making a lie of escuse in her head with a smile

”Of course not, not at all” Remus said while looking at her

”Yes Remus is right darling we could never leave a beautiful lady wandering by herself”Sirius said with a grin

”isn’t that right Prongs?”

”Of course we could never” James said while placing a hand in his forehead dramatically

And after a while they got to their destination and had to dispair

”Again thank you for helping me im just worried that i could get lost” Y/N said while scratching the back of her neck

just as Remus was going to open his mouth

”Not at all love, remember if you ever need something you can come to me” Sirius said while taking her hand and kissing it with a grin

she blushed at the action, but then Sirius was pushed aside

”You do know she was talking to Remus right? Don’t mind her pretty lady, Sirius just got the hots for you” James said while grinning

”Oh, Shut it James” Sirius said with an irritated look on his face

”Of course thanks again Guys but i have to talk to the headmaster” she said

”Alrighty then byee byee” The boy eating a chocolate said

The Four boys went to leave but just as they were about to leave they heard a voice

”Oh and You can call me Y/N”

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she entered the Headmaster’s office but there’s no one there ”Hello? Headmaster Dumbledore?” no one answered but just as she was about to leave she heard a voice

”Do what pleasure do i ow you.. Miss?”

She screamed ”Professor Dumbledore!” she ran to him

”ah Yes? pardon me but i don’t seem to know you.. you’re Miss..?” Dumbledore asked with a smalle smile on his face

”Miss Y/N Lupin sir” she replied

”pardon but i think the only Lupin i know here is Mr. Remus Lupin, it’s in the fact the i don’t recognize you?” Dumbledore asked slightly confused

”Well sir things are tad bit complicated” Y/N said with a shipish look on her face

”Well then Miss Lupin care to tell me this complicated thing?” Dumbledore asked

Them Y/N went on about the things that happend every bits of them, Every seconds and every minute that happend

”Well then Miss Lupin i think i may know somebody that can fix your time turner may i see it?” Dumbledore asked

”of course sir here” she said while handing the time turner to the Headmaster

”I think i can fix it but im afraid that this will take longer than expected” Dumbledore said

”But sir i need to go back, i need to go home, what am i going to do here, this is my father’s timeline sir, what if they ask about me amd where im from what am i suppose to say?” Y/N said panically

”Well let’s just say that you’re a transferee from Beauxbaton and that you’re new here well it’s the truth isn’t it Miss Astrid?” Dumbledore asked with a smile on his face

”Of course headmaster, Again i didn’t really know all of this would happen” Y/N said

”Of course Miss Lupin we never know, but for the mean time you are known as Y/N Astrid a tranfery from Beauxbaton and you mentioned that you’re in Gryffindor House, well Proffesor Mcgonagall is waiting for yiu outside to escort you”Dumbledore said with a smile

”Of course Headmaster” she siad wallking out of the Headmaster’s Office

While The Head of the House of Gryffindor escorts her to her room ”Well it’s nice to have you here Astrid here’s your room make sure to feel at home” and with that she left

Y/N just sat there staring at the room she stood up and went to the Sit that was connected to the Window it was nightfall

she just sat there staring at the moon

'So this is my life right know Y/N Astrid huh well so be it, This is Going to be a wild year'

She stared at the moon through the nightfall

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