#lifted directly from my dms with my friend

[transmascskywalker]

diversity win! everyone in star wars is trans. all of them. fuck you.

#lifted directly from my dms with my friend #this has been in my drafts for days #anyway #transgender #star wars #casper screams into the void

[aanoia]

Ok ok so reader is a pureblood and you and Sirius are to get married, so your family gets invited to dinner at the Black’s to celebrate but then the reader sees Walburga treat Sirius badly and decides to prank her (up to you if she gets caught afterwards)

okay I LOVED this idea so much so I hope i did it justice. Thank you for requesting! Keep em coming bae, keep em coming. I also realized that youu might have wanted it to be consensual marriage like they're in love and stuff and it's not an arranged marriage so I'm sorry if that's what you meant. If you want it that way just request again and I'll rewrite it for you!

Horribly Right

Sirius Black x reader Summary; after seeing Sirius being slapped by his mother, you decide to pull a prank that's outcome goes horribly... right? Words; 2,000+ Warnings: abuse, getting disowned If you or someone you know are expiriencing domestic abuse please do not stay silent. Contact someone you trust, the local police, or the National Domestic Violence Hotline [phone], for America, I'm unsure about other countries). If anyone is expiriencing trauma from abuse or anything else my DMs are ALWAYS open, I care about you guys a lot and dont want you to suffer in silence. You deserve to feel okay. On a more serious note PLEASE REQUEST THINGS I LOVE BRINGING YOUR IDEAS TO LIFEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! also im on vacation so it might take a bit but pls I'll do them and not proofread bc i have too many sunburns (thats a logical excuse)

“And you will behave. Do you understand?” My dad finished his lecture and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

“I understand.” I mumbled.

He roughly grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, “What was that?”

“I understand, sir.”

He let go and straightened out his jacket with a deep breath, before lifting his hand and knocking on the door of the Black manor. The door opened and I looked down and smiled slightly at the sight of a house elf. He glared at us and opened the door farther so we could walk in.

“Thank you.” I said quietly as I passed by and he looked taken aback, but he shook his head and ignored me.

“Kreacher! You ugly thing, who is it? Who’s at the door?” Mr. Black asked as he walked into the hallway. “Ah, the L/n’s.” He motioned for us to follow him down the hallway and we did. I looked over as we passed a room, muffled voices spoke quickly.

“Do not mind that. My wife is simply making sure our son is ready for your daughter.” As if on cue the door opened and out walked Walburga and her son, Sirius Black.

“Ah, m/n, how lovely to see you.” Walburga said with a fake smile, my mother nodded, holding back a grimace at the woman she hates so dearly.

“Walburga. Pleasure.” She said shortly. “Sirius, you’re a handsome young man. Perfect for my daughter.” Sirius nodded, not looking up from the ground. Walburga sneakily hit his hand, hoping my family wouldn’t notice. I did.

He looked up with a forced smile, “Thank you, ma’am.” He glanced at me. “Y/n, you look lovely tonight.” Walburga smiled smugly at her son.

I smiled at him, “Thank you, Sirius. You look rather fine, yourself.” 

“Shall we sit down to eat?” Mr. Black asked and we all nodded.

“Regulus, sweetie, it’s dinner time!” Walburga called up and almost instantly quick footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. 

Regulus smiled at me once he saw me and I gave him a nod, returning his smile. We were always friends at Hogwarts, both being in Slytherin. Sirius and I, however, weren’t. If you asked anyone else, we hated each other. If you asked one of us… we still hated each other. 

We sat at the table, my parents on either side of me and Sirius directly across from me. I flashed him a smile and he gave a small one back. Neither of us wanted this and it was obvious.

“So, I was thinking they should be married right after school ends. Until then, they should be courting each other.” Mr. Black said. 

“Courting each other? Wha-”

“Sirius.” Walburga cut him off, sending him a glare and he looked down at his plate angrily. The adults continued talking about the marriage and what it would be like until then and the kids stayed silent. Only nodding and agreeing when asked a question. 

I cleared my throat and took the napkin off my lap, gently placing it on the table and standing up. Everyone looked at me and I put on a pleasant smile, “I apologize, but may I use the restroom?” 

“Of course.” Walburga said. “It’s just down that hall and to the left.” I nodded with a smile and walked to the bathroom. 

Once the door closed my smile dropped and I sighed, looking in the mirror. I turned on the sink and splashed some water on my face, trying to pause the pressure that was building behind my eyes. This can’t be my life. I can’t be forced into a marriage with someone I don’t love. I dried off my face and smiled at myself in the mirror, before flushing the toilet, despite it not being used, and turning the water back on, pretending to wash my hands. 

I stepped out of the restroom quietly, and began walking back to the table before once again hearing muffled voices, or rather this time, just one. Walburga. I looked back to where the dining room was, silently contemplating whether or not to follow Walburga’s voice or go sit down. It was when she said Sirius’ name and a loud smack sounded out that I decided to find them.

I walked down the hallway slowly, careful not to make any noise. I peaked my head around a corner and immediately retracted it. 

“I told you to behave, Sirius, why can’t you listen?” I looked back in time to see her slap him again. “You are a disgrace. Let this dinner go well. I demand it, Sirius.” He looked down at the ground and nodded.

 I quickly walked back to the table and smiled as I sat down at my seat. Walburga and Sirius came after me and sat down. I didn’t fail to notice the glassy look in Sirius’ eyes, and the red handprint forming on his cheek, obviously being covered up by a spell that wasn’t performed correctly.

“I believe it’s time for desert, yes?” Walburga asked, picking up her and her husbands plate.

“Yes, let  me help you, Mrs. Black.” I offered with a smile and she nodded. We picked up the plates as I passed Sirius I placed a small kiss on his cheek. Partly for our parents, but mostly so he knew I was there for him. And of course so I could silently perform a good healing spell, and the red mark slowly turning into a bruise disappeared off his face. Judging by the way he looked at me, he knew what I just did and looked at me thankfully.

I followed Walburga and placed the dishes in the sink. There was an apple pie and a cake sitting on the table. 

“I believe everyone wants cake. I’d like the pie. You?” Walburga asked.

“I’d like some pie as well. I’ll cut us two pieces and you ready the cake.” She nodded and quickly cut the cake as I took my time cutting the pie. 

When she left the kitchen to deliver the first rounds of cake, I quickly took out my wand. I muttered a spell onto her pie and tucked my wand away again, putting a smile back on my face and bringing out the pie. I set her piece in front of her seat and sat down with mine just as she brought out the last two pieces of cake.

“It looks amazing, mum.” Regulus said and she smiled at her youngest son. 

We all began eating at I glanced at Walburga frequently as she ate her pie. My eyes met Sirius’ as he looked at me in question, noticing my glances. I smiled and winked at him. He returned it with a suspicious smile, his eyes squinting at me. 

“Oh my, Walburga!” My mother said, her hand going to her heart. I refrained from laughing as I looked at Walburga whos skin was now green and full of warts.

She gasped as she saw her hand and turned around at the small mirror that sat on the wall. Tears filled her eyes as she turned around horrified.

“What did you put in the pie?” Mr. Black asked, utterly disgusted at his wife's state.

“Nothing I- I didn’t do anything different! I don’t kno-” She locked eyes with me, noticing my perfectly normal state, despite eating the same pie as her. She pointed a green finger at me. “You.” She ran around the table and everyone stood as I sped to the other side. A hand grabbed mine and pulled me down the hallway and out the front door. Walburga and my father followed behind us. Sirius and I ran out into the street, laughing our asses off as our hands stayed intertwined.

“Sirius Black! Get back here!” His mother screamed.

I looked behind us to see my father seething and holding up his fist. My step faltered. Zero strikes left. My mind went back to when the striked were first introduced.

My father roughly grabbed my wrist.

“Ow, stop it, you’re hurting me!” Twelve year old me said, trying to pull my wrist free. 

He turned around angrily and kneeled down to meet my eyes, “I do no care, you fucking idiot. I don’t understand why you can’t just behave. So, here’s what we're gonna do, you have three strikes left. Everytime you fuck up you lose a strike and once you hit zero you’re done. You’re out of my house and you can fend for yourself. Do you understand?”'

Tears dripped down my cheeks as I nodded, my wrist burning from the pressure. “Y-yes sir.”

I ignored it. I’ll deal with it later. After we were off the street of his family's house we slowed down, breathless.

“You are brilliant.” Sirius said as we walked quietly. I had no clue where but Sirius had somewhere in mind. 

I shrugged with an uneasy smile, “What can I say? I’m talented.”

He looked at me, his smile slowly falling, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

I sighed, “Nothing. I’m fine.”

He snorted, “No you aren’t. What? Scared you’re gonna get disowned.” I winced and he paused. “Wait, Y/n, are you actually scared they’re gonna disown you?”

“I don’t have to be scared because they already have.”

“What?”

I explained the strikes to him and he looked at me in sadness.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. You shouldn’t have pranked her, I was okay.”

We started walking again as I spoke, “No, it’s okay. She deserved it. She shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

“I feel bad.”

I nudged his arm with a smile, “Don’t be. My parents sucked anyway. Now, where are we going?”

He stopped and turned to a large house, “Here.”

“And what is this place?” I asked as we walked to the door.

He smirked at me and opened the door, “You’ll see.” 

I walked in hesitantly and was immediately met with warmth and a sweet smell. It was the exact opposite of Sirius’ house. Little footsteps paddered down the stairs and a little girl came into view, smiling wide despite her two front teeth being missing.

“Siri!” She ran to him and jumped into his arms. He spun her around in a hug before she pulled her head aay, still sitting in his arms. “Look! I lost my other toof!” She pulled her lip up and Sirius smiled.

“I can see that. How much did the tooth fairy give you?”

“I got a whole galleon this time!”

Sirius’ eyes widened, “Woah, girl, you’re rich now!”

She nodded and looked to me as more footsteps came down the stairs.

“Hello, what’s your name? I’m Ella!”

I waved at her, “Hi Ella, I’m-”

“Y/n?” A new voice asked and I looked up from the little girl. 

My eyes widened, “James, why am I not surprised this is where Sirius brings me.”

“Ah, James, where are your parents? I need to talk to them.”

“In the living room, I think. Why-”

Sirius handed James Ella, “Perfect. I’ll be back.” He placed a kiss on my cheek, returning the one I gave him earlier and walked off. 

“What is going on?” James asked me and I shrugged.

“I was at dinner with his family, pranked his mom-”

“You pranked Walburga? And survived?”

“If you would let me finish. Yes, I did survive, and then we ran off.”

He nodded in approval, “I support.”

“Thank you.” I smiled at him.

“You’re very pretty.” Ella said to me with a smile, her eyes twinkling.

“Why thank you, Ella. You are as well. In fact, I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Don’t you agree James?” He nodded and looked at his little sister with a grin.

“The prettiest.” He agreed and tickled her stomach. She laughed and buried her head in the crook of his neck and Sirius came back, James’ parents following behind him.

His mom smiled at me and grabbed my hand, “Hello sweetie, my name is Euphemia. Sirius told us what happened.”

I looked at Sirius as James’ dad began to speak, “You’ll stay with us, no arguing.” He said warmly.

“What?” James and I asked at the same time.

“What happened? Why is she staying with us?” James asked.

“James.” His mother scolded.

“No I-I don’t care, but just why? She has her own family.”

“I was disowned, James.” He looked at me with sadness.

“I’m sorry.”

I waved him off, “Don’t be. But I can’t stay here.”

“I said no arguing. We have an extra room upstairs.” His dad said.

“Are you gonna be my new sister?” Ella asked and I looked to James’ parents. They nodded and I sighed, smiling at the little girl as James set her down.

“Yeah, I guess I kinda will be your new sister.””

“Yay!” She grabbed my hand. “Come on, let me show you my room and you can meet my dolls!” She looked up to Sirius. “Dolly wants to see you again, Siri. You can come too, James.”

The four of us walked up the stairs and I flashed a final smile at James’ parents before we got to the top.

“Hey, El, you takes James in and get your dolls ready, I need to speak to Y/n for a moment. Alright?” Sirius asked, grabbing my hand.

She nodded, “Alright, come on Jamesie.” She tugged him into her room and I turned to Sirius.

“Thank you.” I said.

He shrugged, “It’s nothing. I figured this was the best place for you to be. James’ family is amazing.”

I nodded, “They are. 

Sirius sighed, “Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“I like you. I have for a while. I just thought you should know.”

I smiled, “Like, like or like like?”

He laughed through his nose, a small pink tint littering his cheeks, “Like, like like.”

“I like like you as well, Sirius.”

“Would you maybe-” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Would you let me take you out on a date sometime?”

I giggled and kissed his cheek, letting my lips linger for a second, “Of course.”

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[difeisheng]

Hey y'all. So, I love MLC fandom for a multitude of reasons, and one of them is seeing people come to pick up some of the same headcanons and potential story threads that I think about aloud here. It's amazing that occasionally discussions about these characters on this blog have inspired people to write or draw things of their own, spinning off from something else. Transformative exchange of ideas is part of what makes fandom fun for me. However, there's something I want to bring up for the present and future.

I consider this blog at its core to be a personal one. It's a place where I get to mess around and write down whatever rambling that comes to me. Given that I'm a fic writer, oftentimes I write down character thoughts as a kind of hold or saving for later, because I intend on expanding on them in some manner of fic. I am aware that this blog and my thoughts are public, and just to reiterate, I like sharing these thoughts! Seeing people take a piece of one post or idea I had and giving it their own twist, or as a springboard for a different fic concept, is great. But the emphasis on this is that it is transformative, and in some way separate from my original intention.

As a writer who does cherish their ideas, it is jarring to have someone show up out-of-the-blue in the replies of a concept post saying "I used this idea in my fic, as said in the tags of my last reblog". It feels worse to click on the aforementioned fic and see that specific details of that concept have been used without alteration. Credit is given in the author's note, but it is, frankly, ungraceful at best to phrase such a statement as "I stole [X] from this post on Tumblr. I did announce in the tags that I'd use it."

I am not mutuals with this person, and I do not read their fic. Declaring intent to (in their own words) steal an idea in the tags of a post does not constitute received communication, as I don't check the reblogs on every post, and Tumblr eats notifications half the time anyway. The wording of this statement tells me that A. this person is aware they crossed a line by directly lifting an idea from someone else without concrete prior interaction, and B. they do not particularly care.

I reached out to see if there was perhaps a misunderstanding that could be fixed, or a way to reword their credit. I would not force someone to change their actual writing after the fact, and MLC is a small, cozy fandom. I don't want to have conflict in a space I consider a safe haven among C-drama fandoms. However, the response was not constructive. I now have this person blocked.

So, in the future: if there's a story concept I've had that you would like to run with, and particularly if you want to draw on specifics from it, would you mind briefly checking in with me first? It can be a post reply, or a DM, or an ask. A good chunk of the time, I'll be okay! I just ask for decent credit and communication, and there are only some things I want to save for my own writing beforehand. They do exist, though, and I would rather not have them copied verbatim without my knowing.

The main principle here is not about arguing on what idea was originated by which person, but about extending a basic measure of etiquette and respect to other people who share this fandom space with you.

I wish this didn't happen. I do not want it to happen again. I like it here, I treasure this fandom and the friends I've made in it. So going forward, I request that you please don't do this.

#mysterious lotus casebook #ashton originals #housekeeping

[beautifulchris]

frog choir

pairing: yang jeongin x gn!reader

wc: 3,5k

featuring: bang chan, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, nct’s mark and chenle

summary: jeongin joins the frog choir without knowing you’re in it too (he might like you)

genres: hogwarts!au, classmates to lovers!au, gryffindor!jeongin, slytherin!reader, fluff

warnings: i don’t think there is?

notes: moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld

tag list: @badwithten @soobin-chois @raethethey send ask/dm/comment to be added!

Because of his bloodline and his parents’ friends, Jeongin had only wizard friends during his childhood. Once at Hogwarts, however, they were all sorted into different houses and he ended up alone in Gryffindor. It wasn’t a problem for him and they still spent time together at first. But his friends spent more and more time with their housemates until one day, they finally didn’t have time for each other anymore. By that time, he found someone else too though. He met one of his prefects, Chan, who took him under his wings during the first month he arrived.

Jeongin already knew a lot about Hogwarts and the courses, he knew what facultative courses he would take the second he would have the chance but since his parents didn’t like the Frog Choir, they never talked about it. Therefore, when he first saw the students on his very first day, singing all together with frogs, he was amazed. Will his toad ever croak as beautifully? Cause yeah, he believed his toad had to be part of it to be able to join the Frog Choir and he never dared to ask Chan about it.

He tried for many months to harmonize with Froakie, but all he did was ignoring his owner or after a while, croaking so violently it was like he was telling him to shut up. He realized that, maybe, the problem didn’t come from his toad but from him. And so he exercised his voice to make it sound more pleasant to hear perhaps. He would know if it was enough when his toad would accept to harmonize with him, he figured. Jeongin practised for almost 2 years and during summer before his 3rd year, he was seated in the garden of his house with his toad, enjoying the sun. He mindlessly sang one of his favorite songs and to his surprise, Froakie croaked in rhythm with him. It became one of his happiest moments.

The second day of his 3rd year, he asked his charms teacher if he could pass the audition to join the Frog Choir. He easily passed it and was excited to start. When he found Chan revising in their common room, he directly told him.

“Chan! You’ll never know what I just did.”

The older one lifted his head up from the potions book he was reading with a smile. “Let me guess. You just had your first muggle studies lesson of the year and it’s fascinating?”

He never really knew about the muggle world so he meant to take it since his first year and he knew it would rapidly become one of his favorite classes.

“Well yeah, I did, but that’s not it.”

“What could you be more excited about if not that?” Chan was really curious now while Jeongin nervously played with the hem of his sleeve.

“The Frog Choir.”

Chan was confused because Jeongin never mentioned it before. “What about it?”

“I auditioned and got in.”

Chan’s face lit up. He was genuinely pleased to hear that his friend got to enjoy singing. “No way! I’m so happy for you Jeongin. You know who’s apart of it?”

Jeongin’s eyes widened a bit. “… No?”

Mark, a fellow Gryffindor and Quidditch player that was passing by, took part in the conversation. “There’s my 2nd year friend Chenle, his best friend and Yunho from my year.”

Oh, Chenle’s best friend. You.

“Yeah and Jaehyun too. Thanks, Mark.”

The boy smiled and left the common room. Jeongin grew nervous. As if reading his mind, Chan tried to make him feel better.

“Everything’s going to be okay, I promise!” He wished it would.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

The next day, when he entered the Great Hall filled with older and younger students chatting, seated on the benches or up on the platform, all excited to be in the choir this year as well, he felt great.

You saw him approach the platform hesitantly, he didn’t seem to be friends with anyone in particular.

“Oh, isn’t that Jeongin from Gryffindor?” asked Chenle next to you. You smiled unconsciously.

“Yeah, we should go talk to him.”

“You’re right, he looks kinda lost,” Chenle smiled.

You got up from one of the benches and joined him.

“Hey,” you greeted as you tapped his shoulder, “what are you doing here?”

“I—” he coughed but quickly regained composure. “I passed the audition to be part of the Frog Choir.”

“Oh, that’s amazing!” you exclaimed, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, and Chenle looked apologetic for your behavior. When you realized, you nudged him and smiled innocently at Jeongin, who couldn’t stop his cheeks from heating up. 

The professor, who was also the charms and music professor, entered the Great Hall and all the whispers faded away. You turned to watch him get closer.

“Hello dear students. Welcome to the new ones and welcome back to the old ones.” A loud cheer followed his words and Jeongin felt like he knew he would enjoy this class.

He eventually had to present himself, like everyone else and when he did, he spoke in a small voice, showing Froakie, snuggled in his small hands. Everyone had sympathetic smiles and he heard two or three older people saying he was cute. You found him really cute too, but you kept it to yourself.

When you had to present yourself, you were at ease, knowing almost everyone already. “I’m Y/N, third year in the choir, and I got Yggorf with me, like always.”

The professor explained what he explained every year, to teach the rules to the new ones and remind them to those who were there the years before. While he talked, you were humming discreetly and mindlessly. Jeongin wasn’t far from you and it made him happy and relaxed to hear your voice, he found it soothing.

“Hey, can I ask you where Yggorf comes from?” he whispered as he got closer to you.

“Just Froggy backwards. I know, I put so much thought on this,” you laughed quietly.

Jeongin suddenly remembered the first time he saw you, the night all of the first year students were sorted, his first night ever in the castle. When you got called by a tall and intimidating professor to sit on the chair in front of everyone, you were a bit anxious. You were just eleven and you didn’t really know who you were exactly yet nor in which house you would be put. The professor put the Sorting Hat on your head and it took its time but finally, shouted “Slytherin!”. You smiled and joined your housemates. Jeongin, already seated at the Gryffindor table, gently clapped his hands until an older Gryffindor glared at him. He realized the only ones who clapped were the same house students but couldn’t comprehend why he couldn’t be happy for every new student. And so, he kept clapping quietly for everyone else (and kept doing that every year).

You quickly found a friend, though. Chenle was a bit weird but adorable. You went to see him in your common room after your first day because you thought he was funny in class and he offered you to play gobstones with him. Since, you play together at least four times a week.

Jeongin and Froakie enjoyed every practice, Jeongin because he could spend time with his new friends and Froakie because he was hanging with other toads and frogs. You suspected Froakie and your own toad, Yggorf, to be friends as well cause they were almost glued to each other every chance they got.

Jeongin realized Chenle didn’t bring any toads to practice though.

“Hey Chenle, you don’t have a frog?”

“No, I have a rat.”

“Oh, but you’re in the frog choir anyway?” Jeongin’s face screamed confusion.

“Yeah of course, don’t tell me you thought you absolutely needed a frog to join— oh. Is that why you only joined this year?” Jeongin nodded. “Oh.”

“It’s alright, at least Froakie made me work on myself so I don’t regret it.” Maybe, just maybe, if he didn’t work on himself, tried out for the Frog Choir in his first year and didn’t get in, he wouldn’t have tried again and this moment wouldn’t exist.

“I’m glad to hear that, because you have quite the skill.”

“Thanks, you ain’t bad yourself.”

Chenle thanked Jeongin and both smiled at each other before going back to practice.

Jeongin and you had classes together, like care of magical creatures. He was really passionate about it and cared about them a lot. He took the subject so seriously that he knew almost everything there was to know about every creature you learned about. It made him the best in this class and you admired him for that.

Jeongin often talked to you about muggle studies. You didn’t take that course because you were a halfblood and already knew everything you needed to know. Every time Jeongin had a question, he went to you in the halls or after classes to know the answer, not able to wait for the next muggle studies class to ask the professor herself or even ask Chan, a muggleborn. Chenle kept telling you it was because he wouldn’t miss a chance to spend time with you.

Since you started talking, you spent time with each other every chance you got, practice, shared classes, after class, weekends… Jeongin had now found friends he was never going to let go of. You were happy to spend time with him, he was really cute and charming.

Chenle was feeling like third wheeling but he didn’t mind, he just wanted his friends to date and be happy.

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“Jeongin, we’ve been friends for months now, and I know I can trust you.”

“Okay…?”

“I’m going to be straightforward. Do you like Y/N?”

Jeongin was out with Chenle, walking on the school grounds while you were at the library, finishing a mortally boring history of magic homework. His cheeks heated up at the mention of your name followed by the word “like”.

“What? Of course I like them, we’re friends,” he tried while nervously playing with his hands.

“I mean more than friends,” he innocently smiled.

“I—” Jeongin gulped. “I don’t know. I could. Or not. I mean, they’re cute. And smart. Passionate too. Also—”

“So, no feelings, huh?” Chenle laughed at his friend’s rambling and gave him a tap on the shoulder.

You joined them soon after and found Jeongin acting weirdly. You didn’t question it, he was definitely adorable.

Obviously, Jeongin wasn’t indifferent to your charm, he liked you since your first year but never dared to talk to you. Still, he needed to understand his feelings better, to at least know if it was friendship or love. He needed to talk about it with Chan. Jeongin went to the Gryffindor common room to find him and he was alone on the couch.

“Chan, I need you.”

“Why that serious tone?”

“It’s about Y/N.”

“Chenle’s best friend? What about them?”

Jeongin sat next to his older friend on the comfortable couch. “They’re more than that, Chan. How do you know you like someone?”

Chan smiled fondly at the thought of his lover. They had been together for around two months now. “Well, you always want to spend time with the person. You’re happy just to see them smile, you look up to them and are whipped for them. Like you could do anything for them in a heartbeat. These kinds of things.”

“I guess I really like them, then.” He looked down, lost in thought —of you, naturally.

“Cool! When are you going to tell them?”

“Wait, I need to know if they feel the same way now,” Jeongin put a hand up, pouting lightly.

Chan smiled. “What if they end up asking you first?”

“I would be relieved, not going to lie. Because it would mean they like me too, and I wouldn’t have to worry about saying the right things,” he explained.

“Our Jeonginnie’s in love~” Chan chanted excitedly.

“Stop!” Jeongin whined.

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“Chenle!” you called your friend who was doing his history homework on an armchair in the common room.

“Yes, Y/N??”

“Did Jeongin ever talk to you about me?”

He put down his quill and glared you in the eye as you sat next to him, looking at him questionably. “Did you finally understand you have feelings for him?”

You recoiled in your seat. “What? No—”

“Don’t lie to me Y/N, I’m your best friend.”

“Why would you ask a question you already know the answer of, then?” you pouted.

“To see if you’re ready for that talk.”

You sighed. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” he winked, then wrote one last sentence to his parchment before tidying up his stuff. “So. I talked to him about you and let me tell you that boy is WHIPPED. Can’t blame him, you’re cute.”

“Thanks… wait, he likes me too??”

Ignoring you, he went on with his plan. “Now, the question is… will you ask him out?”

“Wait, am I ready for that? I’m only thirteen!”

“True, but we’re not talking about marriage nor kids yet… just a romantic relationship with kisses and hugs.”

“You seem to have thought about all this a lot…”

“I’ve waited for this talk for months now,” he sighed tiredly.

“Shouldn’t we ask Changbin about love? No offense, but he might know more about the subject.”

“Of course, go ask him. He’s by the fireplace.” You turned around and saw Changbin on the couch, seemingly revising a charms spell. You walked up to him.

“Hey Changbin, can I ask you a question?”

He looked up at you with a smile. “Hey, isn’t that my favorite Slytherin? Green really looks good on you, Y/N.” You giggled, Changbin was really nice to the younger students but you knew it was a Changbin trait, not a prefect one.

“You said I was your favorite Slytherin yesterday!” shouted Chenle, pouting. Changbin laughed while you pulled your tongue out in his direction.

“Sit, tell me everything,” he said as he patted the place next to him.

“Well, it’s a matter of love.”

“Oh, love. Aren’t you a bit young to be thinking about that?”

“Maybe, but I just needed your advice. I like Jeongin, and I don’t really know how to tell him.” Actually, he just heard from Minho, who heard it from Jisung, who heard it from Chan that Jeongin liked you.

“Jeongin, you say? He’s one of my friends. My little finger told me he likes you too, you can go and ask him. As for how, why not propose him to go at Madam Puddifoot's tea shop? It's perfect for dates.”

“Thank you so much Changbin, you’re the best!” You hugged him tight and returned to your best friend, a big smile on your face.

“Should I remind you that you told me I was the best this very morning?”

“You’re both the best for different reasons. Like, you’re my best friend and he’s my best prefect.”

“I’ll let it pass,” he said, not without rolling his eyes.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

After charms class, you stopped Jeongin to ask him something while Chenle left in a hurry.

“Would you, maybe, come with me at Madam Pudifoot’s tea shop tomorrow at 4:30pm?”

Jeongin went silent for a few seconds, processing what he had just heard. It sounded like you were asking him on a date, because the tea shop was known for couple dates. He was confused but his face lit up and he agreed vividly. 

“Cool, it’s a date. I have to go to Hogsmeade now but I’ll see you later,” you explained and got out of class, Jeongin behind you. A date? His stomach was doing things he didn’t think were possible.

“Want me to come with you?”

“No! I mean, no need, I’m going with Chenle already. Why don’t you practice the banishing charm we just learned?”

“I—” But you were already out of sight, finding Chenle and going to Hogsmeade together. You didn’t mean to be rude, you just couldn’t take him with you for this.

“I did it. He said yes.” Your smile said it all about how you were feeling and Chenle was pondering what reaction was best, smile or laugh.

“You’re brave, I’m proud of you. As expected, he likes you very much.” Your cheeks burned and you didn’t talk until you were at Hogsmeade.

“I’ll get him cauldron cakes, he said he liked those a few weeks ago,” Chenle said before entering Honeydukes.

“Right. I’ll see what I can find in Gladrags Wizardwear.” You entered the shop as well, searching for accessories. Pretty matching bracelets were disposed of on a shelf and you immediately felt like they were the one. Paying 6 galleons, you asked the owner to wrap one of the bracelets in a lovely gift wrap.

When you found Chenle outside of Honeydukes, he chuckled at the bracelet on your wrist. “You really know how to win a boy’s heart.”

“What’s that supposed to mean??” You looked offended but he just giggled.

Meanwhile, Jeongin went to see Hyunjin for advice. He found him on the pitch and watched the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice.

“Hyunjin!” he called as the older one came out of the changing room.

“Jeongin, hey.”

“Y/N just asked me! On a date!” He excitedly jumped around.

“Oh my god, that’s amazing!” he high fived his friend. “When is it planned?”

“Tomorrow.”

The older raised an eyebrow. “But that’s your birthday?”

“I haven’t told them that… By the way, right after that, they said they had to go to Hogsmeade with Chenle and insisted I don’t tag along,” he pouted, looking down.

“Jeongin, don’t you think that, perhaps, they also need time to prepare?”

“Right, of course. Can you help me with that?”

“Get ready, I won’t repeat myself,” he said with a smile, throwing his arm on Jeongin's shoulders, walking together to the school.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

The big day had arrived, you were waiting at a table next to the window, playing with your new bracelet. Jeongin entered the shop, spotted you and sat in front of you. Madam Puddifoot came taking the order and left just as fast. It was awkward at first, neither of you being totally comfortable with the date thing. Jeongin decided to act as usual, not wanting to be weird and following his older friend’s advice diligently.

It soon was as if you did this your whole life. You chatted like you always did.

Your tea was almost completely drunk. You took the gift you bought the day before out of your pocket and put it on the table, next to Jeongin’s cup of tea.

“What is this?” he asked, surprised.

“Your gift. Happy birthday,” you smiled contently.

He was delighted you would ask him on a date the day of his birthday but receiving a gift from you? He was nearly overwhelmed by happiness. “How did you know?” he enquired while opening it.

You shrugged. “I asked Changbin.”

“Woah, it’s really beautiful!” Jeongin’s eyes were sparkling, examining the bracelet. “So pretty. Thank you so much, Y/N.”

“My pleasure. Let me put it on your wrist.” As you did, his eyes fell on your own wrist and his eyes broadened.

“Did you get us matching bracelets?” You acquiesced shyly. “This is the best gift I’ve ever received.”

He took your hands in his and you stayed like that for a few minutes, until someone from another table sneezed.

“Regarding us, what I know is that I really like you. I want to hold hands with you, hug you whenever you need and be there for you. If you’re okay with that, then would you be my boyfriend?”

“I’d be the happiest, Y/N. Just spending time with you makes me so happy.”

You kept the heart eyes for each other and the rest of the date went smoothly.

The moment you set foot on the entrance hall, Chenle ran to you and started screaming when he saw your intertwined fingers.

He clapped his hands and congratulated you both. He then wished a happy birthday to Jeongin and gave him his gift.

“Oh Chenle, thank you so much! I adore those.”

Chenle winked at you and smiled brightly.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

“Hey Chan, I just saw Jeongin and Y/N passing by, wearing each other’s ties. Isn’t that cute?”

“It really is. I would have loved to try it too but my significant other is also a Gryffindor,” he shrugged, smiling.

“That’s right. My best friend is also a Slytherin, so we can’t do it either,” Changbin sighed.

“You still didn’t make your move?”

“They like someone else…”

“Oh, it sucks. Stay strong, my friend.”

“You’re really good at pep talk,” Changbin said sarcastically. “I can’t believe your house is in first position —for now— for the Quidditch cup.”

“Watch us win it,” he smugly said with a wink.

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LINK: Goodbye Was Not Our End

Summary: Jon and Damian had made peace with the fact that they would never reconnect. Every little part of their childhood history, built up since preschool had come crashing down, both leaving hidden feelings unsaid. But now, five years later, they have the opportunity to fix everything that had gone wrong, and maybe, just maybe, they could make it something more.

Sometimes, all you need is a second chance.

set directly after A Robin's Song

The phone was taunting him.

It was dark green, a silver W on the back, and a clear case with a robin on it, and currently it was lying on the floor after being viciously thrown to the carpeted floor of Damian’s apartment.

Said person was pressed up against the bottom of his bed, mimicking a frightened cat, hair raised and all. Tears had dried quickly as the shock quickly overcame every other emotion in his mind. 

The phone buzzed and he jumped, crouching down to poke at the tech and flip it over before drawing his hand back.

This could not be happening. 

When everything had first occurred , he’d been plunged into the deepest, darkest canyon of his mind and emotions, no way out and no one to help him. He wallowed and oh, how he tried to drown himself in the abyss. 

He’d begged no one and everyone for a second chance, a moment back, just one more glimpse of what their lives had once been. His nights had been filled with quiet sobs and fitful sleep, before eventually going numb. 

Everyone around him tried to lift him up, help him out, save him from drowning. There was therapy and medication and the thing that was there when he finally, finally, finally had a grasp on the rope to be lifted out, was his family, his friends, and his music. 

Slowly, busying his mind with the music, he built his life back up, starting something new for himself.

And now?

Now he felt like he was back where he started, the repressed memories and the joy and the excruciating heartbreak overwhelming him, all topped with a healthy dose of fear.

He shut his eyes, inhaling deeply. It was a conversation. He had wanted this conversation for so long, and had always dreamed of a moment where he could try and get back what he had missed for so long.

When he opened his eyes, he made a grab for the phone, immediately clicking on the message saying he had a new DM. 

Written across the screen were the words “Hey, D. Missed you.” 

He turned around and promptly screamed into his pillow. Something burst inside of him, something fearful and tentative, but at the same time hopeful.

So, so, hopeful.

He typed in a response, deleting it just as soon as it appeared.

What do you say in a situation like this? 

An ‘i missed you too’ should suffice. He scanned the little box and deleted it. Too longing in the way his voice read it back to him

Should he just type back a hi? Maybe a familiar nickname? Was he still allowed to call him that?

Every little thing was put on trial and was thrown out, and before he knew it, fifteen minutes had passed.

He gave up, getting up to pace around his home in an attempt to shake the anxiety filling him. 

Their cat, Alfred, jumped on the counter as Damian began to brew some tea, absent-mindedly running his fingers through the cat’s short fluff.

“What am I doing?” He murmured to him, voice softly mournful. “What are we doing?”

Alfred meowed at him, and Damian nodded wearily. “Wise advice, Alfred.” 

He inhaled the steam from his tea, wrapping his hands around the mug and absorbing its warmth.

Damian retrieved his phone after a bit, clicking on a few messages he had missed with the friends he’d kept from high school, plus someone from the studio he grew close to as he had first started out in his career.

You Can’t Sit With Us (five people)

gotSkyhighdreams: My 2 gradrs hate me u guys [cleanup.img]

Turninurfuckinbooks: this is why i don’t allow paint around small gremlins. 

Colinator: could never be me fr

unmatchdwittyandQUEEN: rip sky

flyROBINfly: hey you guys something happened

Damian took a screenshot of the dm and cropped it, watching their messages pile on top of each other on screen.

You Can’t Sit With Us (five people)

Turninurfuckinbooks: what did you do.

gotSkyhighdreams: did you kill someone 

Colinator: if you did i’ll help hide the body if u need

unmatchdwittyandQUEEN: same just say the word an ill bring a shovel

flyROBINfly: do any of you watch my streams

Turninurfuckinbooks: not unless a compilation or an edit of u being stupid shows up

Colinator:same tbh

UunmatchdwittyandQUEEN: if the internet doesnt shut up abt a certain interview 

gotSkyhighdreams: when im on my lunch break ye

flyROBINfly: first off akira colin you are both dead to me

Second do you guys remember jon

Damian winced as the phone began to blow up, practically jumping from his hands with the pings that began to blow up his phone. It was a rather stupid question but he asked it anyway.

You Can’t Sit With Us (five people)

Turninurfuckinbooks: do we remember jon he asks

Colinator: jon, who you ask me abt every six months without fail bc i have his instagram

unmatchdwittyandQUEEN: jon who is forever known as that bitch in my heart

gotSkyhighdreams: nono we don’t at all remember the drama of the year that brought us together and kickstarted ur career

Turninurfuckinbooks: who you still pine for but have mostly forgotten about so you say

flyROBINfly: there has been no pining fuck off

Colinator: swear jar

flyROBINfly: anyways [screenshot.img]

gotSkyhighdreams: R U SRS

Turninurfuckinbooks: TF????

Colinator: WHAT

unmatchdwittyandQUEEN: EXCUSE ME?!?!

flyROBINfly: what do i say???

Turninurfuckinbooks: block him

gotSkyhighdreams: say hi back??

Colinator: ask him for his insta so u can check urself

unmatchdwittyandQUEEN: block him

flyROBINfly: so so helpful, all of you

never mind i’ll deal with it

The responses were overwhelming, but he felt petty and ignored them, setting his phone down and picking up the cat, setting Alfred on his stomach as he leaned back on the couch of the apartment.

“I’ve waited for this moment a long time, Alfred.” he informed the cat. “So very long and every planned thing left my mind the moment I saw him again.”

“What do you suppose he’s done now? Heard he got married, maybe he has a kid.”

Alfred meowed at him and he nodded. “I suppose you’re right. What would I ever do without you?”

That was how Duke found him thirty minutes later, lying on the couch having an avid conversation with their cat. 

He dropped his keys on the entrance table and his messenger bag hung on the coat rack, Damian sitting up.

“I am having a crisis.”

“When are you not?” Duke responded dryly. 

“Sarcasm is unbecoming and quite frankly patronizing at this moment.” Damian sniffed, Alfred wiggling out of his grapes and stalking over to Duke, rubbing his fur all over his ankles.

“I’m assuming it has something to do with today’s stream, right?” Duke pulled out his phone, waving it at him.

The online articles were blowing up, as well as various platforms. “I thought I'd ask you first before clicking on this.”

The feelings returned, an anxious churning sensation swirling around him and creating a lump at the back of his throat, pressing down and making the tearful feeling rear its head.

“I…it's Jon.” He pulled up the message and held it out, watching the impact of the words settle on his brother’s faces, eyes moving across his screen multiple times.

“Kent? Jonathan Kent? Are you sure it’s him?” He squeaked.

Damian nodded, the initial shock and feelings having faded slightly, although the remaining ones were funneled into anxiety, leg bouncing rapidly and fingertips tapping out a familiar rhythm.

“Did you respond?” He shook his head and Duke made a pained noise.

“So, you've been waiting for this for five years and the thing you do is leave him on read?”

Damian looked horrified. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, he must think I'm such an asshole.”

Duke winced. “Well, I mean, this is a very telling moment for the both of you, I'm sure he understands, just respond.”

“What do I say??” Damian agonized over the phone, draping himself on the couch, and Duke was about fifty percent certain that their younger siblings spirits had come to possess Damian with their dramatic natures.

“Just say Hi. A simple hello, how have you been?” Duke prompted, nudging him. “If he’s an asshole, you know the rest of us will beat his ass for you.”

“Swear jar.” Damian said half-heartedly.

“I’m an ADULT!”

Duke got up but not before nudging Damian on the shoulder “I’m going to go and do some work, and when I come back, I expect to see a message sent.”

“I am older than you.” Damian scowled.

“And when you act it, I'll acknowledge that.” Duke had a shit eating grin on his face. “Dames, you mothered all of us pretty well til you left the house, so feel free to act your age or whatever.”

Sighing, Damian stared at the familiar logo on his screen. Nothing elaborate, just a diamond S in blue, red and yellow. They’d made them when they were younger, Damain creating the R symbol that came to be well known.

With a deep breath, he typed back, staring at his screen and waiting for the little bubbles to pop up, showing Jon was typing back a response.

It had been three hours since he’d sent the message to Damian, the typing bubbles popping up and dying back down just as quickly. The jumpiness caught up to him, obsessively checking his phone and pacing up and down his hallway. 

Kathy Brandon, someone he’d met his freshman year of college and quickly bonded with, had sent him links to people talking about both him and Damian followed by a demand for an explanation. Talking about it had calmed his nerves a bit, but he was still jumpy.

He’d gone out an hour after to pick up something, and had returned slightly more relaxed. He was attempting to edit the article he’d been assigned, procrastinating on his Chem homework, when finally, finally finally, a notification lit up his phone. 

Jon_Kent 

Hey, D

Missed you.

ROBIN_Offical

Hello, Jon. 

You already know I share your sentiment.

How have you been? It’s been…awhile.

Jeez, looks like sometime in these past few years Damian had swallowed a dictionary. Or was he upset? A grudge was understandable, but the way he’d sounded on the video…

Jon knew both of them wanted to reconcile, even if this new way of communication was slightly off-putting.

Jon_Kent

I’ve been alright.

lots of ups and downs from the few years

what about you? How’s ur family?

ROBIN_Official

They are doing well, as am I.

Duke and I have been staying outside of Gotham U

stephanie often stays with us

Are you still in Metropolis?

Jon winced at the way the conversation was read out. It was stilted and awkward, even over text. There was nothing relatively interesting about this, unlike when they were younger, never an awkward moment left between them, never running out of things to talk about.

Jon_Kent

yup, still here

Gotham U, huh? Thats not too far from here

ROBIN_Official

no, not very

I’m glad I was able to talk to you again.

Damian’s heart was pounding as he hit send. The message could be received in a few ways, and he hoped he wasn’t being too forward too early into the stiff conversation.

Jon_Kent

me too damian

I wasnt lying, i have missed you

i feel like this is a conversation better held in person then over phone

ROBIN_Official is typing…

Jon chewed on his bottom lip, having moved from the table to the kitchen counter. He wanted to see him in person, see the change and the things time had eroded from the image in his memory. Surely, in person the conversation would flow more, bring an atmosphere much closer to the way they used to be.

ROBIN_Official

Would you like to meet sometime this week?

I will have to check my schedule but i believe i’m free this friday

Damian was lying. He knew for a fact he was free on Friday, hell, he worked from home most days and could get away with driving to Metropolis tomorrow if he wanted, but rushing headfirst into a situation that required time most of all was something he didn't want to do.

Jon_Kent

that sounds good for me!

theres a nice little cafe around my apartment

we can meet up there if you want?

ROBIN_Official

sounds good. Send me the address and i’ll see you then

It sounded much more like he was organizing an appointment, but that was fine. God, he said yes. Jon let out a breathy laugh, hand over his mouth and he read the words again and again. 

Little footsteps pattered into the kitchen, and Jon set down his phone, looking down at a little girl with tanned skin, raven curls, and freckles.

“Daddy, hungry.” 

He smiled softly, lifting her up and setting her on his hip. “How does mac ‘n cheese sound, princess?”

Damian sat up, the anxiety resurfacing with a topping of nerves churning in his stomach. He took a screenshot, sending it to his friends, before announcing to Alfred the cat,

“Well, this Friday, I'm going to see my estranged best friend, who I pined for uselessly for somewhere around four years, and who I most certainly no longer have feelings for. We’re going to talk it out like the adults we are, and everything will be fine. How has your day been?”

The cat’s judgemental stare and incredulous meow was the only response he got.

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[anco-writes]

Decompressing

This is technically our official pride post! This story was written by and stars Squiggles, and was themed around self acceptance. It’s difficult to have such wild dreams while still wanting to go through life treated with basic dignity.

As with all my writing, you shouldn’t read it if the thought of a character getting fat is distressing to you, because it happens a lot in my work.

Squiggles, a hacker with a storied past, gets cold feet as she contemplates her new roll as an academic researcher when an old friend shows up and offers her a way out.

This is a canon work btw! If you’re ever interested in asking questions about my setting I’m literally always excited to answer questions :3 asks and dms are welcome

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Decompressing By AnCo Calcen (Squiggles)

Squiggles stood before a full length mirror, huffing and puffing at the sight that came before her. The green dragon had undressed herself, save for a pair of rings, one on each paw. She was feeling a flood of emotions at the plump figure that looked back at her, her full cheeks turning red at the scales. She couldn’t help the way her paws drifted over her figure, rolling over her pot belly or cupping her soft heavy breasts. It had been ages since she was this specific level of fat, and she was marveling at how differently she wore it this time.

“God I can’t believe I’m really letting this happen… Soleil’s gonna kill me…” She turned around, lifting her massive chunky tail with one hand to see her plump ass beneath it, a wiggle of her hips causing the padding of peach to wobble in time with her thighs. They definitely had looked more shapely last time, the muscles beneath visible, but under two layers of compression, her delicate frame looked as if it didn’t contain an ounce of hard muscle for all the softness she bore. 

“Now why would I go and do a thing like that?” A familiar voice came from the opposite end of the room, and Squiggles quickly looked away from the mirror and to the window where the voice had come from. Her paws quickly scrambled, one arm covering her chest while the other just… vaguely padded at her belly, as if she could hide it that way. 

“S-S-S-Soleil!?” Squiggles’ already high pitched voice jumped an octave when she saw her old friend sitting in the frame of her window, staring directly at her with a devilish smile. The rabbit woman was sparsely dressed in a short kimono tied over her middle. Her generous bust looked like it would fall out if she moved too swiftly, but Squiggles knew she had a supernatural knack for avoiding such wardrobe disasters, though the matching shorts that only covered the top ass of her perfect plump ass stretched the limits of imagination that she could stay decent in such a skimpy outfit. The brilliant fiery orange of her fur was easily visible in all the other places that weren’t covered. A long curved sword leaned against her shoulder, though it was its wielder Squiggles found much more intimidating. “What are you doing here?!”

“First you accuse me of plotting your murder, now I’m not even allowed to come say hi to a friend?” The bunny gave a small chuckle, smiling sweetly as she continued watching Squiggles from her perch. “You know that’s not what I mean!” Squiggles gave a pout, slowly pulling her paws away. “I mean, you’ve never been interested in magic summits or anything like that, and you know most of the people here would be really weird about you…” Her voice fell, thinking about the way her peers would react to the half demon woman made her feel dirty for even agreeing to take part in this stupid simposium.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m not here for anybody else but you. Come on, we haven’t seen each other in years. I thought you’d be happier to see me drop in.”

“Of course I’m happy to see you! I just… come on don’t make me say it…” She looked down, her green cheeks turning bright red as her tail coiled around her leg. She waited for a moment, hoping Soleil would take the wheel and point out the obvious, but if she really wasn’t going to, the plump dragon was left with no option but to be blunt. “I’ve been neglecting my training! I’ve gotten so f… fat…” Despite herself, a flutter of excitement and embarrassment ran through her, her tail instinctively squeezing around her leg. 

Soleil Barked out a laugh, slapping her exposed thigh as she finally moved, putting her sword to the side of the window and standing up to enter the room properly. “Oh please, It’s been years since you trained under me, and it was you who was invested in getting strong like me, remember? Besides…” She stopped before Squiggles, the disparity in their heights causing Squiggles to have to crane her neck slightly to look up at the tall shapely rabbit. “Remember when we first met?”

Visions of Soleil stuck in an aqueduct, inflated and massive and needing Squiggles to pull her out ran across her mind, which only made her more flustered as she thought about how easily she got massive. She began to stammer out an objection, but Soleil cut her off, carefully pressing herself to Squiggles’ side, turning her to face both of them in the mirror. Their figures were quite contradicting. Soleil was tall, a good couple of feet taller than Squiggles, not to mention shapely and curvy. Her thighs didn’t jiggle like Squiggles’ did, her small pouch of a belly looked almost tactical compared to the doughy mass at Squiggles’ middle. Of course, Squiggles couldn’t help noticing that Soleil’s chest was larger than her own, which got her thinking about Soleil’s chest being pressed to her own which made the unfortunately aroused dragon cover her plump face in shame. 

“You can be a competent fighter at any size, as long as that’s what you’re interested in. You’ve seen me fight at ten times your current size, so why would I care that my friend has gotten a little tubby? Besides, how often are you even getting into fist fights these days? Unless the brawling at the College buffets is as legendary as I hear~” She gave Squiggles’ plump belly a soft wobble with her enormous orange paw, causing the dragon to let out a strange confused whimper.

“Well, i mean, yes, that’s true, you certainly can, I mean, no it’s, I’m not fist fighting people at the buffet! I just don’t want you to feel like all that training was for nothing if I’m just gonna let myself get all soft and huge.” She kept looking between herself and Soleil, noting all the disparity in their figures.

“Seriously Squiggles? You need to take some responsibility for your own feelings. It doesn’t matter how I feel about your training, it’s not like I had anything better to do at the time, and I got a wonderful friendship with a charming little dragon out of it, not to mention a connection with the budding computer genius.” Soleil moved around behind Squiggles this time, cupping her soft belly in both paws, the massive hands of the sword master nearly covering up the entire soft dough ball. “You need to decide if this new life of research and gluttony is for you. If it’s not, you can go back out that window with me, we’ll hit up the dojo, and help you start working this off. We could even go on another adventure if that’s really what you wanted.”

Squiggles felt her heart sink at the mention of leaving her work behind, and doubly so at the idea of all the hard work she’d have to do to lose all the weight she’d gained. “There’s an awful lot to work off, I don’t think I could do it…” 

“Please, this little thing? Give me a week.” Squiggles was already about to offer an explanation for her words, but Soleil kept talking. “But we’re not talking about this little thing are we? Sorry, I know you’ve got to take those rings off to let them recharge.” She released her friend, standing back with her arms folded beneath her chest. “Go on, that’s what you were about to do before I interrupted, right?”

Squiggles felt that same electric feeling of confusion and arousal run through her, doubled in its intensity as she contemplated the ramifications of removing those rings in front of Soleil. Her fingers began to wiggle uncomfortably as she looked down at them, breath reduced to a ragged pant as she tried to squirm her way out of it. “I, w-well I did still want to talk to you, but, I really would rather do it with the rings on, and-”

“Alright! You’re the same as ever Squiggles, don’t change. Fine, you know those millions of favors you’ve managed to owe me? I’m cashing in now, take the rings off. In front of me, or I’ll take them off myself.” That same devious grin returned, and Squiggles felt her tail swishing back and forth behind her as she shivered in anticipation. 

“Oh… but… w-well, alright, fine, you win… just… It really is a lot…” Squiggles gulped, taking a step towards the center of the room before she suddenly felt Soleil’s paw on the small of her back.

“Do it in front of the mirror, you like watching it, don’t you?” The command was firm but made Squiggles squirm about as she stared at herself once more. She did this every night, but what she hadn’t exactly admitted to herself or anyone else was that she relished in the sight of her body unfurling every night. 

She couldn’t find the words to respond to Soleil with, so instead she just focused on herself in the mirror, and slowly reached her left hand over to her right, grasping the ring at the base of her ring finger. After a moment of hesitation, she began to wiggle it forward. Her finger visibly fattened as it began to come loose, a failsafe designed to help push the ring off when it was being removed  so that it wouldn’t end up getting stuck and breaking. With one final, gentle tug, it came loose, and its magical enchantment over Squiggles’ body vanished. Across her entire body, her weight fell forward, her small plump belly cascading out into a grand gut that slapped into her thighs, which thickened up in tandem, forcing her to widen her stance. She grew ever so slightly taller as well, a combination of her normal height being returned as well as just her paws growing fatter. She’d been on the upper end of chubby before, but she shot up to a grand display of obesity. Her plump paws shakily grabbed the folds of her belly, giving it a heft as she continued to watch herself grow in the mirror, her expanding sides quickly eclipsing Soleil who stood behind her, even if the towering bunny’s chest remained visible over her shoulder. 

It slowly came to a halt, Squiggles standing stock still as she breathed in and out, and the silence of that moment was pierced by a wolf whistle delivered by a rabbit. “God damn girl! You really know how to carry that weight. I can even kinda sorta see some muscles now that you’re not hiding it all away.” The decompressing dragon gave a strangled gasp at the compliment, her chubby cheeks turning to a smile as her tail continued to swish behind her. Soleil sank her paw into Squiggles’ bicep, squishing it to feel at the muscle beneath, tracing along it to end up at her left hand, taking the ring out of the pudgy paw that clasped it. “These rings sure are impressive… Well?”

“W… well what?” Squiggles gasped out, looking up from herself in the mirror to Soleil. The rabbit proceeded to kneel down, her muzzle gently resting on the top shelf of Squiggles’ belly as she smiled sweetly, her paws gently kneading the half decompressed gut beneath her. “You’ve still got one ring on, don’t you? Or do you have more? Are you secretly absolutely massive and you’ve got like 10 more hidden away?”

The combination of Soleil kneading her belly and accusing her of secretly being a multi ton blob had the dragon gasping and moaning, her paws shakily going to meet once more. “N-No, I really only have just the two…”

“For now.”

“F… for now…” She admitted, slowly slipping the second off as she began to blimp up in earnest. Wearing multiple compression rings resulted in diminishing returns, meaning her second round of growth was far more explosive this time. Soleil stayed firmly rooted in front of her, shifting her stance so that she was holding Squiggles’ belly. As a result, rather than just letting her gut flood out in front of her, she suddenly felt like she was pressed to a wall, and as her body inflated with the fat it had hidden away, she was forced to take awkward waddling steps backward. Her belly would have quickly fallen straight past her thighs to the floor if Soleil weren’t holding it up, and the strange sensation caused her to feel like she was falling backwards as her swelling breasts were also forced further up into her vision by her belly being held aloft. She almost couldn’t see past them to look at herself growing in the mirror, a thought that only got her more excited as her cheeks continued to encroach on her vision. 

“Let it all out big dragon! Look at you, you must have worked really hard to get this huge!” Soleil’s words of encouragement made Squiggles dizzy, the fat dragon moaning out in pleasure as she continued to grow, the tidal wave of her gut continuing to envelop the swordmaster rabbit. Any normal person would have been flattened under the barrage of scaled blubber being unleashed upon them, but as Soleil said, she was used to handling heft. 

In no time at all, even with Soleil’s assistance in holding her belly up, Squiggles found herself being overwhelmed by the forces of growth and her own arousal, and she was forced to fall backwards, her enormous couch smothering ass slamming onto the ground as she let out a startled yelp. The sudden motion of her belly falling backwards pulled Soleil to her feet as she continued to hug the enormous gut. Soleil looked invigorated, and to Squiggles’ muffled surprise, at some point during her growth, the orange rabbit had shed her own clothing, her soft warrior’s physique laying against her bloated body. Due to the extreme difference in their height, Soleil was nearly face to face with Squiggles after falling forward onto the dragon, their plush chests pressed against one another which had Squiggles huffing and panting, something that Soleil definitely took note of.

“Wow, would you look at that, you even managed to outgrow me there~ I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, you’re the size of a whale, how much do you weigh? It’s got to be over a ton. Do you have a goal in mind? Shooting for two? Ten? I bet you can do it if you put your mind to it, you wouldn’t struggle to find a whole hoard of ‘kobolds’ to feed this titanic gut of yours.” Soleil blabbered on about how pleased she was with Squiggles’ growth, and the fat dragon couldn’t find the energy to respond. It was the most exciting thing she’d ever done, decompressing in front of someone like that, a personal night time ritual suddenly embraced and brought to the light of day. It was no longer something she could pretend didn’t happen.

“Come on Squigs, as much as we’d both love the sight of you spilling out over the floor, you’re not quite big enough to abandon the idea of hauling your tubby tail back to bed.” Soleil gave Squiggles a kiss on the cheek, standing upright and once again towering over the little dragon, doubly so now that she had fallen onto her ass.

“I… I guess I do need a little assistance, I don’t usually fall over like that.” She looked away at that last comment, pouting slightly at the fact that she’d been thrown over like that. She had a hard enough time accepting how she’d changed over the last year, the last person she wanted to be seen as an unwieldy blob by was Soleil, and yet the cruel bunny had bullied her and knocked her over. “If you could just grab my, N-NOT THERE, AH!” 

Squiggles began to flail her stubby arms about as Soleil leaned down behind her, slapped her paws onto the buttery surface of her enormous thighs, and lifted her up into the air all in one clean motion. She knew Soleil was supernaturally strong, but it never failed to surprise her when the rabbit would display her strength so casually. Much like her compression, it was normally something Soleil kept close to her chest. “Now now, no need to get all huffy just because I knocked you down with your cascading belly, I’m sure you’d have loved it a lot more if it’d floored me. You’re gonna have to work a lot harder if you wanna be more than I can handle, honestly, you’re barely all that tubby~” She nuzzled her cheek against Squiggles, bouncing the roly poly dragon about which sent massive ripples through her jiggly frame.

Squiggles wasn’t reacting to the sudden manhandling the way she wanted to. She wanted to get upset, or complain, but it just felt so… perfect and right. The perfect combination of being enormous and taking up so much space, while feeling small compared to her partner. Not that Soleil was her partner or anything, they were just good friends! Right? She whimpered as she slowly began to nuzzle back against Soleil, accepting her fate as she was marched back over to her enormous luxury bed before being dropped onto its surface, her belly rolling out past her legs as Soleil got to work making her comfortable, propping her up with a multitude of pillows so that she could retain some dignity as they spoke. Once Soleil sat back down on the bed, smiling like the sun at her as she continued to shift her cagey glances elsewhere, she finally broke down and met Soleil’s gaze, reiterating her question from earlier. “Really, what are you doing here? Not that this hasn’t been… more fun than I’d care to admit, but really, how’d you even know about this?” “Oh, that’s another easy one. Sirj asked me to check on you.” She layed out on her side on the bed, gently kneading at Squiggles’ belly.

 “Sirj!?” The pink maned box suddenly sprang to the front of Squiggles mind, wondering why the hell her friend and research associate would send her former martial arts instructor to sneak into her room. “What’s going through that air headed villain’s brain?” The two had a close friendship, especially these days, with Sirj championing Squiggles’ appointment to a head research position. Many looked down on the uncultured Dragon with no formal training, but Sirj put such foolish notions aside and praised her for her unmatched talent in the area of light magic and applied magitech, and made sure everyone knew how much of a savant she was.

“Be nice to the big box. It told me they were worried about you.” Squiggles felt her large ears pin back slightly at the reprimand, suddenly feeling bad for lashing out at Sirj. “It was their idea to get you fast tracked to this research job, and they said they were worried you weren’t actually happy with it. So, long story short, they give me orders to kidnap you. If you needed an out, nobody would fault you for suddenly disappearing from an abduction.” Soleil dropped that bomb on Squiggles so casually that the dragon didn’t quite know how to respond, especially when the rabbit took that time to add a little teasing. “Though they’d certainly be surprised how I took off with a butterball like you~” She wiggled slightly as she said that, jiggling Squiggles belly with her paws.

“S-Soleil! That tickles, w-we’re trying to have a serious conversation!” She whined and squirmed, and Soleil quickly relented, sensing the first hint of a genuine show of disapproval to her antics since she’d shown up. “I… I can’t believe they’d do that for me. I mean, it’s not true though!” She suddenly leaned forward, her puffy paws held up above her chest. “I’ve been so excited about this research position! I’m gonna get to have my own custom lab that I can kit out with all my own accessories and gadgets, it’ll be my own private machine heaven! I’ll be able to spend all day watching my surveillance network, I wouldn’t have to interact with anybody I didn’t want to directly cause I could just make them talk to a screen, and… and well I could keep eating and… and get as big as I wanted…”

Soleil sighed dreamily, now resting her cheek on Squiggles’ belly as she proceeded to pet her gently. “Out of all the benefits, you didn’t mention anything about actually researching. You’re not interested in discovering more fundamental truths about the workings of magic and machines, are you?”

Squiggles couldn’t help but deflate slightly, her paws resting on her bloated sides as she looked away once more. “Well.. well yeah but… I mean, if that’s what I have to do to be able to live how I want… We all have to make sacrifices for our dreams, don’t we?” For the first time that night, Squiggles seemed genuinely sad, her paws running over one another as if she were looking for the compression rings to hide her shame back away once more. “I loved going on adventures with you, and I had a lot of fun, but I… I like being like this, all soft and protected, not having to fight constantly…”

“So find a different way. You like looking like this, not like you do when you’re compressed. You’d rather be waddling around here having people swoon over your body than being forced to constantly prove you belong. There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re not the only person in the world with your powers, with your aspect. Personally, I think it’s pretty ass backwards that they’re putting you in this position because of your aspect while they preach that aspectology is outdated. It’s the kind of hypocrisy I can’t abide.” Soleil reached her large fluffy paws out and grabbed Squiggles’ hands in her own, the bloated hands of the dragon fitting into her unusually large hands perfectly. “It’s up to you of course, if you do run away, they’ll probably never give you a second chance, but Sirj has already given you its blessing. Your work with Sirj has already progressed this realm’s understanding of technology by hundreds of years, you don’t owe it to anybody to stick around to advance it another twenty or thirty.”

“W… Well that’s… But I…” Squiggles stammered, pouting as she squeezed Soleil’s paws. “That’s not fair! You know I hate having to play devil’s advocate… How am I supposed to make the right decision with you whispering in my ear like the demon you are when I don’t even have a little… corporate stooge angel to balance it out.”

Soleil laughed a bit, smiling as she nuzzled against her friend. “That’s the huffy little squiggles I know~ Give Myrturl some credit at least, they’re not a corporation. They’re an independent federation of researchers, I mean they published all your patents to a global scale at no cost to consumers. Sure that means you don’t get any revenue off it, but now the whole world gets to benefit. I can’t argue that it wouldn’t be selfless and for the good of all Denizens for you to continue working here.” Squiggles’ face fell a bit at that, as if she’d already accepted that as Soleil telling her she had to do this. “But! Even if they’re good people who do good work, it’s not like the world will end if you stop. You deserve to follow your dreams, no matter what they look like. They’re not perfect either, and they’re not the only right choice. Maybe you’d be better off working with Hector again, hell I bet that deranged lunatic would hook you up with a much better techno labyrinth.” 

Squiggles blushed a bit as she smiled, paws on her cheeks as she contemplated Soleil’s words deeply, not just jumping to the first conclusion she came across. “I… I want to do a lot. I love the time I spent with you, even though we didn’t make huge discoveries that changed everybody’s lives, we had a lot of fun, and touched a lot of people’s stories. I also love working with Sirj and proving that good things can also come from the slums in these stupid prestigious and hallowed halls. And Hector… well… That was a lot of fun, it was cool having someone who knew exactly what they wanted to do with my powers, but I did kind of feel like a tool… I wish I could find that robot again.”

Soleil gave a shrug, reaching up to gently rub Squiggles’ face. “I’ll keep my eye out for him for you.”

“Thanks… but yeah… more than anything I like… Mff… I like being big and fat and soft and eating too much. I like sitting in my chair with all of this weighing down on me, my paws working the computers and my eyes reading the monitors, the only parts of me that need to move as I suck down nutrient rich smoothies all night long. I like when my compression rings suddenly fail when I’m walking about and suddenly everybody feels like they have to make room for me, I like hiding it all away to prove that I’m actually a badass beneath it all when it comes to that, and I like being so damn big nobody can move me-”

“Nobody but me-”

“Even you!” She hadn’t expected that response from Soleil, or for her own retort to be snapped out so suddenly. “I… I mean it. I want to be big, huge, uncomfortably, awkwardly, unreasonably and unavoidably enormous. It’s all I can think about lately” She bit her lip, burying her flabby face in her paws. “Which is embarrassing! I want to be taken seriously, but I also want to be an unendingly hedonistic dream!” 

Soleil looked a bit taken aback, not expecting such a passionate response to her little boast. It clearly wasn’t something Squiggles said lightly, she knew exactly how much Soleil could carry afterall… “Hey. you took me seriously when I was the size of your house and I killed those shadow hounds. You also took me seriously when you helped me deflate. You saw me when I was immense and immobile but carrying myself with dignity. You didn’t look down on me, in fact you looked up to me. Just because you’re not made out of slime and can’t do everything I could doesn’t mean you can’t do so much more. If you were the size of a house, you’d just hack into that same house and defend yourself with all the tools inside. You can be a big beautiful bloated blimp and a bad bitch Squigs!” 

Once again, Soleil invoked their meeting, and Squiggles felt silly. She’d been nothing, she didn’t know magic, she couldn’t fight, it was no surprise that the larger than life rabbit had inspired her so much. She also supposed the fact that her best friend and role model was known to get huge when she made contact with water was part of the reason she was so obsessed with the idea of getting huge herself. “You… you really mean it? I mean…”

“Of course I mean it. Just because you’ve packed on a ton doesn’t mean I’m any less your friend. I mean honestly, I think you look amazing and I’d love nothing more than to stick around a few nights until you look like this with both of those rings on… but I digress. Not everybody accepts you as you are now, not everybody’s gonna accept you when you outgrow this room.” The way she spoke of it as an inevitability sent shivers down Squiggles’ spine. “You can always count on me, and Sirj, and all your other friends. Sirj can keep banging those rings out for you until your hands look like a queen’s, and if you ever decide your bottomless pit of a stomach is more important than your work, I’ll be there to pick you up, take you someplace nice and secluded, make sure that nobody can pick you up ever again, even me. Whether you’re dragging your tail down the buffet, taking up an entire underground storage facility with your thick rolls of fat, or just looking a little plump as you present your latest findings, you’ll always be you, and you’ll always be able to take things as far as you like.”

Squiggles was smiling sheepishly, her fat tail thumping on the bed behind her as she reached out and hugged Soleil close, her enormous blubber bound arms and bedlike surface sinking the rabbit deeply into her overwhelming softness as they shared that soft embrace in silence for a little while longer. “I… I don’t think I need to be kidnapped tonight. But um, maybe if some dastardly thief snuck in and stole my compression rings…”

Soleil’s antenna-like ears sprang up at the suggestion, a pleased look of shock on her soft features which turned into a demonic grin as she stood up. “You’d have to go up and give that whole speech looking like a fat bloated mess. I guess that’d be better than having them give out on you in the middle of the show, I mean could you imagine, blimping out like you just did in front of hundreds of your peers?” Squiggles began to huff and puff, her hips rocking as Soleil walked away to pick up both rings and tuck them into a small pouch that hung from the sheath of her sword. “By the way, do you have any food in here? I can’t imagine an indolent pile of blubber like you wouldn’t have a midnight snack or ten hidden around here.”

Squiggles continued to whimper in abject pleasure, her jaw hanging open as she tried to look around her rolling sides down to the space beneath her bed. “U-Under there, I um, actually have some of those nutrient rich smoothies, I usually drink one before bed…”  Soleil just nodded, her paws working over her exposed chest as she got into the mood, pulling the box from beneath Squiggles’ bed. She popped it open with a gleefully mouthed “click!” as she looked over the ten travel containers, each one feeling like it was full of lead. “Oh my god Squiggles, how are you still mobile?” She picked one up, feeling a supernatural cold permeate its metal surface as she realized it was being kept cold by magic.

The fat dragon gave a huff, stammering once again as she tried to justify herself. “I only drink one a night, honest!” She was cut off by Soleil sitting down beside her, the bunny’s back against the dragon, her fluffy puff of a tail feathering over Squiggles’ rolling sphere of a gut as she pulled the first thermos out and unscrewed the top. “Seriously, i don’t know if I could even stomach two of those…”

“Oh, so if I were to say, force you to drink all ten of these, you’d be super stuffed in the morning, and you’d have to give your speech while all you could think about was how bloated and full you were?” Squiggles didn’t protest, instead she simply nodded, licking her lips with excitement as the bunny took that as her sign. She lunged forward, the top of the thermos stuffed into Squiggles’ muzzle, its contents falling down her throat as she began to gulp helplessly. It took a minute to drink the whole thing down, and her already titanic leaden ball of a gut suddenly felt that much heavier, a dazed belch leaving the fat green dragon’s muzzle.

“One down, nine to go~” Squiggles didn’t know if she really could drink all of that, but Soleil was diligent and a practiced hand at feeding, she made sure that her friend went to bed with a bloated belly that made the rest of her plump body look small. She’d need help even getting out of bed in the morning, though she certainly didn’t need assistance falling asleep. The fattened dragon groaned, slipping into a deep slumber, unable to keep her mind about her with so much food in her. Soleil rubbed over her handiwork, appreciating the way her soft underbelly rolled and spread about, the blending of fat and solid mass of food within giving her a unique and pleasant texture. 

Soleil gathered up her things, slipping her slight clothing back on and grabbing her sword. She’d swing by Sirj’s dorm and give the rings to it for safekeeping, let them know Squiggles’ answer, and to insist that they make sure somebody would go check on their mutual friend in the morning, preferably someone who had a fondness for fat dragons.

#fat dragon #weight gain #growth #expansion #decompression #compression gear #fat #furry #fantasy #magic

[rdps01]

hello. im going to get straight to the point: this post is about @/grimmshood, @/bladeofmarseille, @/elliottspencer, and a few more from their group. i don’t usually do posts like this, and im sorry for putting this on your dash, but my friend allexiaah and the rest of my inner circle have decided we’re done staying quiet about this.

this is not a callout post, it’s a big ol’ dni with examples if you’re anything like these people, have anything to do with these people positively, or you ARE these people lol.

before i get accused of being a lapdog, this is of my own volition. im tired of all this myself and i’d rather people are more aware of it.

anon and dms are off. leave anything you have to say in reblogs or replies. don’t bug me about this on anywhere else but this one post. asks about this will be deleted, i’d rather not have more of this shit clogging people’s dashboards. i don’t want to start a fire, i just want all this out there. how you react to it and what you do with it is up to you, but DO NOT directly bug me or allex about it anywhere else after this.

aspec exclus dni, people @’d in the post dni.

cw for: aphobia, f slur

although some of these are old, this situation got real bad just a little over a year ago, and just about all of these were during that timespan. some are as recent as a month ago. minds haven’t changed a lot.

to speak on my friend’s behalf, if you’re anything like these people, or you have friends like this, and you just sit idly and say nothing? fuck you. you're just as bad as them by not lifting a finger and by staying close to them after they’ve clearly shown how horrible they are as people. speaks louder than words.

being aspec doesn’t mean your word is god when it comes to aspec problems or whether or not they affect people, and you CERTAINLY don’t get to tell people that the shit they’ve been told is miniscule and they’re being sensitive about it. stop using your identity as a shield and own up to the fact that your ideas are shitty and just… wrong.

it’s not just the blatant exclusionist shit either. if you’re an asshole to people because you get a kick out of it, fuck off. if you’re someone who’s ableist for kicks, fuck off. if you make jokes out of suicide with no filter, fuck off. learn to be better. if you’re a horrible person to others just because they disagree with you on something that’s just inconsequential, fuck off. there’s no excuse for any of it at all. either grow as a person or rot in your own hateful and downright deplorable attitude until it eats you.

for me, i’d rather you fuck off too if you’re like this. my blog is not a space for you, not when you harbour beliefs like this. and for people who are on the sidelines, i’d rather you reconsider your follow. I would really like to steer clear of them which unfortunately includes people who follow me, even people who im mutuals with who are mutuals with them too. being aroace yourself doesn’t mean you speak for the whole community. it’s not the “gotcha” comeback you think it is and just because you choose not to see it doesn’t mean other aspecs magically don’t experience it either.

im leaving it all at that. again, leave us be on anywhere else BUT this post. have a good day

#f slur #ace exclusion

[demigodforfend]

Things To Know

This is a fully homebrew universe created by the DM. My friends and I are all just players in our DM friend's world. The DM has done an incredible job creating an immersive environment and it has inspired me to begin this little writing project.

I'm primarily here for practice and for fun. I won't be taking my writing seriously, though I will try to make sure I think it's good. I'll likely be updating approximately every two weeks because this is a biweekly campaign.

There's a lot of major important things to know about this world before jumping straight into it and I'm going to post them all under the cut.

The Campaign Premise:

The DM said it best so, with his blessing, I'm lifting his description verbatim. The following piece is not my writing.

This Campaign takes place near the end of the Age of Ancients, the age right after the end of the Sundering, a period of time where Atrox, The Sunderer itself, sundered the planes of existence from each other, destroying infinite planes and leaving only 12. The Sundering was an ancient war between Atrox and the Gods that sent Mortalkind back to the stone age, with the Age of Ancients acting as a recovery period, where the world began to finally heal the scars Atrox left behind.

In the realm of Rozdarta, The Land Blessed by Creation, It was said that the greatest battles of the Sundering took place here, the land cracked and scarred from the direct touch of the gods and the blade of the Sunderer itself. The continent was the battleground of gods and the unholy alike as the claws of ruin ripped through the land and the wings of creation restored it. It was also said that it was on this very land that the Goddess Amare was murdered, and Atrox The Sunderer was defeated and cast into the abyss. Rozdarta is a land mired with deep history and ancient conflict, shattered by war and split into fragments by the old world.

Its upon this land that demigods walk the world.

Demigods are mortal beings that in some way had their birth influenced directly by a God, and thus gained godlike powers, despite their mortal bodies.

During The Age of Ancients, Rozdarta was shrouded by conflict. Warring Demigods filled the land, vying for control of the continent, carving out their legacy with celestial powers that were gifted to them at the dawn of their creation. As a result, the continent was split into nine separate territories:

The Kuumedian Desert, a land cursed with eternal drought, brought to life by mortal trade and ingenuity, however shrouded in the corruption of mortal greed.

The Fulgur Isles, a land cast off the continent during the sundering, ravaged by civil war and brought to peace by one man.

The Viridescent Wilds, a place filled with tangled jungles and unwavering life, a war for strength occurs, great serpents and dragons vying for power.

Ashea, a land filled with devout followers, but isolated in its faith. They seek to reform the continent, whether its people like that or not.

The Great Adamantine Mountains, a land filled with rare metals and magical resources, and as a result the arcane arts flourished, but a war between the holy and the arcane is on the verge of breaking out.

The Great Azure Sea, split for control by a tyrannical empire and roving Pirates, a war between order and freedom ensues.

The Howling Plains of Begstrom, shrouded in ever present storm winds, the ruling lord seeks to claim the surrounding lands as their own.

Finally, the Godflame Mountains, a region made of the shards of Calamity, remnants of the Sundering. Here an eternal struggle for survival against a land that would see all things dead leaves only the strongest to survive, blessed and cursed by both the Holy and the Unholy.

All of these lands, each with their own struggles and battles, are ruled and controlled by great and powerful demigods.

However, our story does not begin in any of those places. It starts in the small Kingdom of Tyrwedia, south of the Great lakes of Begstrom. In an unassuming town, along the side of the Western River, two figures can be seen crossing over the horizon, toward the small town of Foumedo.

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The Gods:

(Also lifted directly from the DM's own writing)

The Over Deities:

Genesis: God of Creation, Beginnings, Time, and Divinity. Known as the Creator of the planes and the creator of the other Deities. Has gone to sleep after exhausting himself to create the Universe. All of the deities love and respect him, for he is their creator. His Holy symbol is a star with a spiral inside it. Alternatively, it can be hands holding a planet.

Atrox, The Sunderer: God of Destruction, Chaos, Oblivion, and Unholiness. Was not a creation of Genesis and destroyed an endless amount of planes in its goal to end all of existence. Was defeated by the combined efforts of Cassis, Decessus, Spirabilis, Tallbarius, Immitis, and Maestus and was sent to the bottom of the abyss. His unholy symbol is jagged yet symmetric. It resembles horns. Alternatively, it's a jagged blade.

First Generation Gods: Gods Created by Genesis

Cassis, The Eternal Watcher: God of Justice and War. Fought Atrox, The Grand Sunderer, at the end of the Sundering and sent him to the abyss. His Holy symbol is a Round Shield with a spear across it vertically. 

Spirabilis, The Spirit of Radiance: Goddess of Life and the Sun. Sister of Decessus. Helped defeat Atrox at the end of the Sundering. Her holy symbol is the Sun. 

Decessus, The Pallid Night: God of the Dead and the Moon. Brother of Spirabilis. Helped defeat Atrox at the end of the Sundering. His Holy symbol is the Moon.

Tallbarius, The Great Thinker: God of Civilization, Change, and Knowledge. Is often regarded as the god of magic even though it isn’t their domain. Is considered a rival by Immitis and is often attacked by him. They trick him all the time, however, and draw him away. Created God's holy relics. Their Holy symbol is an opened eye in an ornamental hexagon.

Immitis, The Wilde One: God of the Wild, Persistence, and Instinct. Considers Tallbarius a rival and often tries to fight them but is always tricked into leaving. This is believed to be due to the fact that Immitis’ domain directly opposes Tallbarius’. His symbol is a simple depiction of a Horned Beast, normally made of wood.

Amare, The Smiling Lady: The Goddess of Mercy and Love. The lover of Maestus. Died at the hand of Atrox during the Sundering, but was resurrected by Astra. Is only referred as Amare unless referred to alongside Maestus.  Her Holy symbol is an ornamental heart resembling two halves that flow together. Alternatively, a blooming rose.

Maestus, the Weeping Lord: The God of Vengeance and Intense Emotions. The lover of Amare. Crippled Atrox during the end of the Sundering and assisted Cassis in sending Atrox to the abyss. Is called the Weeping Lord when referred to individually. Together with Amare they are called the Lovers. His Holy Symbol is a hammer with a tear resting in the middle. Alternatively, it's a black rose with thorns.

Second Generation Gods: Born During or Before the Sundering

Astra, The Dawnblade: Goddess of Reincarnation, Arrival, and Dawn. Daughter of Spirabilis. Born when an eclipse occurred during the Sundering. Known as the protector of life as well as a healer of souls. Resurrected Amare during the Sundering and granted her a new body as her old one rotted. She also reincarnated souls as per Libearon’s request. Her holy symbol is a sun with a blade running down it.

Umbra, The Duskblade: God of Death, Departure, and Dusk. Creation of Decessus. Known to have multiple vessels/bodies. Is considered the guardian of spirits as well as the shepherd of souls towards the afterlife. Those who refuse death, such as the undead, are considered unholy to them and their father and so are reaped by their scythe. Their holy symbol is a scythe with the crescent moon as its blade.

Fornax, Apostle of Iron: God of Fire and the Forge. Son of Tallbarius. Formed at a primordial mountain during the Sundering where Tallbarius and Immitis worked together to help the mortal world. Was born alongside his sister, Riven. Known to be grumpy and aloof, Fornax only really respects one thing: hard work. But he seems to have a soft spot for Riven. Depicted as a humanoid of pure iron with a furnace residing in his stomach that radiates glowing liquid metal through the seams in his body. His symbol is an ornate anvil that resembles a hammer.

Riven, Nature Incarnate: Goddess of Nature, and Fertility. Daughter of Immitis. Formed at a primordial mountain during the Sundering where Tallbarius and Immitis worked together to help the mortal world. Was born alongside her brother Fornax. Depicted as a humanoid formed out of various parts of nature such as wood, dirt, and plants. Riven is a very motherly and kind person. It is extremely difficult to draw her true ire, but when done so, none have survived. Her symbol is a large tree.

Sgail, Shadow Incarnate: Goddess of Thieves, and Trickery. Daughter of Tallbarius. Was born from the first trick Tallbarius ever played. That Trick was Tallbarius disguising himself as a shrouded woman by using clay to make a mask of a woman’s face, wax to cover and reshape his body, and black cloth to shroud him. This disguise was used to steal the sap of a holy tree guarded by the Lion Guardian of Immitis. When the disguise was later shed, it lived on, becoming Sgail. It was her idea to Invoke the Rule of Severance upon Atrox. Depicted as a shrouded woman with a featureless face, though for some reason it always gives off an aura of mischief.  Her symbol is a mask with a dagger.

Cariad, The Allmother: Goddess of Family and Unity. Daughter of Maestus. Was born when Maestus forsook his original domain of Family and Loyalty. When he did so, his silver and gold visage melted away to reveal a dark gray and black form. The remains of the visage eventually formed into Cariad. She cares for all things, and acts as a sort of guardian of close knit communities. She appears as a woman with motherly features draped in a white and brown cloak. Her symbol is multiple interlocking rings.

Deallus, The Noble Scheme: Goddess of Warfare and Tactics. Daughter of Cassis. Was born from Cassis’ first wound during the initial battle of the Sundering. When Cassis' left shoulder was cut open by Atrox, his blood poured from it and flooded the battlefield, consuming the corpses of dead soldiers. The blood then congealed and formed into Deallus. Deallus led the armies behind the scenes while Cassis led from the front lines. She appears as a woman wearing a red ceremonial toga with golden ceremonial armor. On her head is a helmet that covers her eyes and face, leaving only the hue of her eyes to be seen. Her symbol is a helmet with swords crossing through it. 

Iram, The Eternal Torrent: God of The Storms, The Sea, and The Weather. Son of Immitis. During the initial battle of the Sundering, Immitis clashed against Atrox. He and the other Gods fought tooth and nail in an attempt to push back this otherworldly foe. However, he suffered a major wound as Atrox severed his left arm. After the battle, when the Gods fled and began to nurse their wounds, Immitis was furious. He gripped his severed arm and crushed it in his grasp. The blood that bled from it flowed into the seas, tainting them and causing them to roil with rage. Immitis then cast his arm into the sea and, infused with anger, it came to life and transformed into Iram, The Eternal Torrent. He appears as a large muscular man made out of water, clouds, and lightning with a whirlpool in his chest. Along his arms and climbing onto his shoulders are tree roots long since charred, which are the remains of Immitis’ Severed arm. Iram's symbol is a spiral resembling a whirlpool.

Accipo, The Martyred One: God of Suffering and Endurance. Was birthed from the land beneath the corpse of Amare, The Smiling Lady. The corpse, though rotted, gave birth to glorious life underneath it. Thus Accipo was born, who took Acras upon his back in order to prevent him from consuming everything. Eternally rotting as a result, but stopping Acras from consuming the world, Accipo wishes to thank creation for bringing him into existence by taking on all of the world’s agony. He is what allows suffering to end. Those who suffer can pray to Accipo in order to lessen their suffering and gain the ability to endure their hardships as he takes their suffering upon his back.

Acras, The Lord of Hunger: God of Rot, Hunger, and Agony. Was birthed from the maggots and rot that evolved to consume the corpse of Amare, The Smiling Lady. When Amare was given a new body by Astra, the rot overtook it, becoming Acras, the Lord of Hunger. However, his hunger for divine flesh remained unsated and as a result, he wishes to consume everything and spread agony throughout the planes.

Acer, The Grand Ambition: God of Corruption. His exact origins are unknown, and he is deemed one of the three Blasphemous Gods. Appeared at the final moments of the Sundering and with his appearance, creation itself began to corrupt into a twisted and evil form. He has since been cast into the abyss by the Gods. His appearance has been removed from all texts in an attempt to prevent any worship. Youngest and weakest of the three, he remains terrifying to behold, for no matter who you are, what you are, and where you are from, something can always be twisted. Something can always be corrupted. His symbol is a Jagged shattered crown.

Actus, The Grand Lunacy: God of Madness. His exact origins are unknown, and he is deemed one of the three Blasphemous Gods. Appeared at the final moments of the Sundering and with his appearance, the future of creation became muddied and unknown. He has since been cast into the abyss by the Gods. His appearance has been removed from all texts in an attempt to prevent any worship. The middle child of the three, the frenzy and insanity that he brings twists creation against itself, leading to any hope and change to better the future having the possibility to instead turn it to ruin. His symbol is a cloudy eye whose pupil has burst and become malformed.

Ajax, The Grand Massacre: God of Ruin and Bloodshed. His exact origins are unknown, and he is deemed one of the three Blasphemous Gods. Appeared at the final moments of the Sundering and with his appearance, the total end of a thing’s existence in any form became very real. He has since been cast into the abyss by the Gods. His appearance has been removed from all texts in an attempt to prevent any worship.  Eldest and most powerful of the three, the sheer destruction and bloodshed he brings threatens to end all the Gods sought to protect. His symbol is a skull with horns.

Third Generation Gods: Born after the Sundering

Somnum, The Yawning Shepherd: God of Dreams and Rest. Son of Amare, who formed him to bless the good. Depicted as a jolly Satyr with a staff and very fluffy fur. Responsible for making dreams and dreamscapes. He wishes to cultivate the future, dreams, and aspirations of mortalkind, and often sends them pleasant dreams in order to spur them on to do greater things as well as provide comfort to them during trying times. His symbol is a Crescent moon and Star.

Eagal, The Bringer of Despair: God of Fear and Despair. Son of Maestus created to punish the evil. While he initially did as intended, as time went on, his desire to punish evil grew more and more until his overzealous desire to create nightmares spread to anyone who committed any act that could be considered anything less than good, no matter how small. Depicted as formless darkness with eyes and teeth. Responsible for Nightmares. Brother of Somnum whom he hates. His symbol is an Eye in Black Flames.

Carcer, The Administrator of Order: God of Law and Judgment. Child of Cassis. Depicted as a statue of marble holding a Scale and Gavel with their eyes ever open and a crown hovering above their head. Was born after the Sundering to judge those who had died during it to determine which plane would be their afterlife. They also keep watch over creation, maintaining order and law.  To remain impartial, they lack all emotions They judge each and every act a person did, weighing in their good and bad actions on their scale to determine where they deserve to go. If the mortal is deemed good, they raise their gavel to the sky as the soul ascends to the upper planes. If they are deemed evil, they strike the ground, sending the soul to the lower planes. Their symbol is a Scale.

Lybearon, The Redeemer: God of Redemption. Child of Amare and Maestus and sibling of Pumearon. Resides within the plane named after him, and seeks to redeem those who wish to be better. If the souls are redeemed, they are allowed to be reincarnated by Astra. His symbol is a wreath.

Pumearon, The Damnation: God of Punishment. Child of Amare and Maestus and sibling of Lybearon. Resides within The Nine Hells and punishes all who are sent to him. Those who are sent to him are the worst of the worst, and are thus eternally tormented and tortured by Pumearon. He also keeps watch over the Abyss, using the damned souls of the hells to stem the overflowing tide of demons that come from the Abyss. His symbol is a Jagged Dagger.

Messis, The Bountiful: God of Agriculture and the Harvest. Depicted as a kind man often holding a Garden hoe and a bag of seeds. Was born after the sundering from an alliance between Tallbarius and Imitis when the Gods came together to help the material plane recover. Born alongside Vagari and Aurum, who all togther are triplets. His symbol is a bag of seeds. Alternatively 3 stalks of wheat.

Vagari, The Wanderer: God of Travel and Adventure. Depicted as a man wrapped in many cloaks, scarves and clothes wearing an extremely wide brimmed hat with a bindle in his hands. Was born after the sundering from an alliance between Tallbarius and Imitis when the Gods came together to help the material plane recover. Born alongside Messis and Aurum, who all together are triplets. His holy symbol is Crossroads. Alternatively it is a Wide brimmed hat

Aurum, The Opulent: God of Trade and Wealth. Depicted as a tall figure donning a mask made of copper and a mantle of pure liquid silver with a halo of gold coins above his head. Was born after the sundering from an alliance between Tallbarius and Imitis when the Gods came together to help the material plane recover. Born alongside Messis and Vagari, who all together are triplets. His symbol is a gold coin. Alternatively it is a wagon.

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And finally, in my own writing:

The Player Characters:

Forfend:

It was created by the god Fornax to fight during the Sundering. It is what will eventually inspire the creation of Warforged. The campaign takes place hundreds of years before the creation of the first Warforged. Standing 8ft tall and weighing over 450lbs, Forfend is remarkably intimidating. However, it is also a Forge Cleric and quite kind by nature. It appears to be made of raw marble.

It was damaged during the Sundering and revived centuries later by a blacksmith. Forfend was uncovered near the tiny village of Foumedo and has been living there with the blacksmith for the past two years.

(Art by the ever talented @bunbunlewdz420)

Melzaryn:

A Yuan-ti structural engineer and contractor. He attended Casvir Kuumedian Academy, a college for both arcane and mundane practical skills. He now runs the Geomidd Construction company. He's recently begun traveling, seeking out projects to build or restore all over the world. Lately, his travels have brought him to Foumedo.

(Heroforge.com was used to create the model. Handy site. Highly suggest.)

Kagoshi:

An Aasimar Barbarian with a deep-seated hatred for the Atroxian monsters that survived the defeat of their master and still yet carry out its destructive will. Like Forfend, he's from another time and was shunted into present day by forces beyond his control. Grumpy, rude, and generally unlikable, it seems he's hellbent on not making any friends. He's already failed once though because he's been traveling with Kairi for the past eight months. They recently found their way into Foumedo on their ambling travels.

(Art by the player himself, though he has no media presence for me to tag)

Kairi:

An Aasimar Star Druid, she's as much a magical girl as she can be. All rainbows and sparkles and an incredibly sweet demeanor. Kairi's wings aren't always visible, but she often has them displayed simply because the wind feels nice on the ethereal feathers. She's friendly, kind, helpful, and all around stunning. She's got an aversion to crowds though, so she tends to stick to the roads less traveled. Around eight months ago, she somehow managed to befriend the ever-gloomy Kagoshi. They've been traveling together since and recently found their way into Foumedo.

(Heroforge again. It even says it in the corner this time.)

[chloelucia13]

Made of Ashes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Prompt: Faking your death wasn’t an easy thing to do, but SHIELD said that it had to be done. But you couldn’t stay out of the life you were born to have, even if it was risky. Even if it brought you face to face with the people who still believed that you were dead. Based off of “My Tears Ricochet” by Taylor Swift

Warnings: ANGST, a teensy bit of fluff, language, violence, gore, discussions of death (obviously)

Word Count: 5.1k 

A/N: We did it, boys, we’ve found another hyperfixation. Let’s see how long this lasts. Anyway, my tag lists and requests and DMs are always open! Hope you enjoy!

Death was never a foreign thing to you. It seemed to linger, its presence permeating every interaction and movement as if to remind you that you never know what could happen. 

Just because it wasn’t unfamiliar didn't mean that it wasn’t miserable, though. You’ve lost so many friends, family, and everything in-between and it never seemed to get any better.

You knew how painful it was, but you could never imagine the pain that you felt when you witnessed your own funeral. When you watched the people you love grieve over you while you were only feet from them but couldn’t comfort them.

You had watched their tears streak down their faces as they stared ahead at the closed casket, their cheeks glistening under the rays of sun that shone down on them. You watched their hands tremble as they showered individual roses onto the gleaming mahogany lid before returning to their seats with their heads bowed low. You watched the light sheen of sweat build on their skin that made them wonder if this heat was comparable to what you had felt.

They were told that you were caught in a building that Hydra had bombed, pinned underneath the falling debris as the flames rose as engulfed you. They were told that your body couldn’t be found, that it was most likely hidden under all of the rubble or turned to ash. They had to bury an empty casket.

The word had spread fast, and the wake that they’d planned on being a small gathering became flooded with familiar faces from around the galaxy. Basically everyone was there, eyes damp and hearts heavy.

In a car tucked away from the wake but still in view of it, you and Maria Hill watched their grieving in silence. “This is all for your safety,” she had explained to you, but the guilt of what she had to do was still lingering. You had nodded along to her word, but your mind was in another place. 

It was stuck in a whirlwind of panic, hurt, and confusion as you stared at the man who kept his distance from the crowd of Avengers, but his shoulders still shook with sobs as your casket was lowered into the ground. The man who gave you heaven and gave you hell. The man you swore you’d love until you died, even if you were already dead to him in his mind.

And to him, it was true.

You and Bucky had met when he was still the Winter Soldier, when he had dragged Steve from the water and dropped his limp body directly at your feet. You remember staring at him in a panic, unknowing of what he would do to you. He had stared you directly in the eye and gave you a nod before walking past you, leaving you with a seemingly-lifeless Steve.

That small, but meaningful, interaction had led you on a manhunt of sorts, devoting your free time to finding this “Bucky” that Steve spoke so fondly of.

After a couple of months, you came across a reported sighting of the Winter Soldier in Bucharest, though the man was not hostile. Immediately, you booked a flight there and, without telling another person, snuck off to find this supposed Winter Soldier.

You found him at a small market in the middle of town, your eyes locking with his as he lifted his gaze. The panic he felt from being seen was evident, but that panic seemed to melt away as a smile grew on your lips. He was still on alert, though, as you crossed the street and walked over to him. It was clear that he recognized you, but your gentle demeanor gave him a strange sense of comfort.

That first meeting had slowly built up to monthly visits that lasted for days at a time, the two of you nurturing a relationship that was kept hidden from the word, especially the Avengers.

The day that Bucky’s past life came rushing back, the two of you were on one of your monthly “dates,” as you’d jokingly called it.

The blue of his eyes had drawn you in for a moment too long, prompting a chuckle from him. You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips, turning your face from his so he couldn’t detect the blush blooming on your cheeks. “What, I can’t admire the beautiful sight before me?” you defensively hummed in Romanian, crossing your arms over your chest as your examined the baskets of fruit in front of you.

“I never said that,” he teased, playfully bumping your shoulder with his before turning to the woman running the fruit stand and asking her a few questions.

The woman handed Bucky a bag of plums and you both thanked her before walking down the street. “Plums?”

He nodded, shrugging slightly. “I figured we could make something with them.”

“I think there’s still some phyllo dough in the fridge.” He nodded, but his attention was clearly elsewhere. You followed his line of sight and saw a man sitting in a newspaper hut staring worriedly at Bucky. You touched his right arm and the two of you exchanged a glance before making your way over to the man. The moment he noticed the two of you stepping towards him, he retreated back before running out of his hut.

Bucky pulled the newspaper the man was reading off of the surface it rested on and held it out in front of him.

“Winter Soldier Cautat Pentru Bombardmentul Din Vienna”

“Bucky,” you spoke slowly, forcing yourself to tear your eyes from the paper so you could look up at his visibly shaken face.

“We need to go,” he grumbled, placing the paper face down and gripping onto your forearm.

The two of you walked at a hurried pace down the street that led up to his apartment, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible despite the fact that you both were shivering with fear.

After climbing the multiple flights of stairs with no one in sight, the tension slowly began to dissolve from the naive belief that they may not have tracked him down yet. His grip had loosened on your arm, as well, signifying that the fear had began to die down in his mind as well. The two of you silently slipped inside and closed the door behind you, letting out a soft sigh of relief when you could see that the apartment was empty. That breath hitched in your throat, though, when a pair of heavy footsteps echoed through the stairwell just outside the door. 

You nodded towards the bathroom door and he quickly pulled you into the small room, closing the door and tucking your form behind him. The creaking front door swung open and shut, and a shadow passed across the crack of the bathroom door. You gripped tightly onto the arm of Bucky’s canvas jacket and he placed his hand over yours, giving you a gentle nod. He led the two of you out of the bathroom and into the open space of the studio apartment, keeping your eyes trained on the familiar figure standing at the fridge that made your stomach turn.

After speaking out to what was most likely a voice in his ear, he turned on his heel to face you two.

You could tell from the look of pure bewilderment on his face that he absolutely was not expecting you to be there. “Y/N?” Steve questioned.

You gave him an awkward smile and a wave. “Hi,” you hummed with a simple nod.

A wave of emotions crossed over his face and he let out a sigh. “We don’t have time to talk about this right now.”

After the chase that led you, Bucky, Steve, and King T’Challa in prison, and the prison break that took place afterward, Bucky had kept his distance from you. He became cold, calloused to you. You figured that it was due to the stress of being framed for a crime he didn’t commit and the man who did commit it trying to tap into the Winter Soldier, but that didn't mean that it didn’t hurt. You’d spent months working on a relationship with this man who you loved more than you’d care to admit, all for it to be gone within moments.

But it didn’t go away, even after everything was taken care of and Bucky had came back to you.

The bright smile on your face couldn’t be suppressed when Steve and Bucky had came into view, both of them clearly exhausted from everything that had occurred. That exhaustion was tucked away, though, when Steve saw you standing there, and he quickly headed over to you and pulled you into a tight hug. You took his affection gratefully, the two of you chatting with equally wide smiles.

After about a minute or two, Steve told you that he had something to do before quickly slipping out of the room, leaving you and Bucky alone. Bucky stood a good distance from you, avoiding your gaze and keeping his stance rigid. It was obvious that he was still hurting, but you figured that your presence could cheer him up.

“Bucky,” you sighed, hurrying over to him and reaching out for a hug.

He turned away from your embrace, keeping his eyes on the ground and his face emotionless. 

“Buck?” You dropped your arms to your sides, brows furrowing in confusion as you attempted to search his face. He gave no expression, and you gave up on his face, instead glancing at his robotic arm that was no longer there. “Oh my god, your arm.”

“It’s fine,” he huffed, stepping away to stare out the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the landscape of Wakanda.

He was shutting you out, acting more rigid than he did when you two first met. Your lips pressed together as you walked over to the windows, keeping a few feet of distance between you two. “It’s beautiful here-”

“God, do you ever take a fucking hint?” 

You jumped from the tone of his voice, giving him a look of shock while his face, still, stayed flat. “What?”

“I don’t want you here. I want you to leave me alone.”

His words made your heart sink to your shoes, but there was a pestering itch in the back of your mind that made you push him further. “You don’t mean that.”

He stepped forward until you were backed up against the glass, placing an arm on each side of your body and caging you in. “Don’t I?” He let out a huff, eyes trained on yours which were brimming with tears. “You’ve ruined whatever chance I had at being normal. You found me, you led everyone to me, and you got me sucked back into all of this bullshit.”

You shook your head. “I just wanted to help.”

He scoffed. “You sure helped a lot.”

You blinked back the tears and clenched your jaw, giving him a look of spite. You averted your gaze for a moment, eyes catching on the small black cord that peeked out from his shirt. The cord that was so familiar because it was a necklace you’d gifted him. You let out a huff before shoving his arm out of your way and stomping away down the expansive hall.

On your way to your room that T’Challa had given you the key to earlier, you ran into Sam, who immediately noticed the anger and pain radiating off of you. “Whoa, whoa, cool it on the stomping there. You might just smash through the floor,” he teased and gripped your arm with a smile, but it fell when his eyes searched yours. “What’s wrong?”

“Go ask Bucky, because I sure as shit have no clue.”

Months after you’d left Bucky in Wakanda, your “funeral” had taken place, and it pained you that you were never able to resolve the issues that had divided you two. 

You tried your hardest to live your life as normal (well, as normally as you could while staying as underground as possible and basically living a completely different life than the one you previously had), but that plan had crumbled and turned to dust like half of the planet. You’d lost Hill and Fury, the  only people who knew that you were still alive and were actively working to keep you safe. At first, it was horrifying to know that no one would be watching your every move as you’d grown so used to it. But as time went on and you realized that you had to be somewhat present in society, you had finally felt the freedom that you’ve been held from for years.

You lived life under the new identity that Hill and Fury had previously given you (Sandra McMahan, 27, unemployed, living in Boston, Massachusetts), but you couldn’t give in to the normal life that was at your fingertips, so close yet so far away. Instead, you launched yourself headfirst into researching all of the people who turned to dust. It was clear that it was a result from something that the Avengers fought due to the multiple sightings of spacecrafts that were documented on Stark’s databases, but it proved to be much more devastating than you could’ve guessed.

All of your friends were either dead or missing, and you couldn’t help but feel the immense guilt from the thought that you could’ve saved them.

Five years had come and gone in a haze of misery and loneliness, each day blurring into the previous day and the next day. You tried your hardest to participate in a society that was struggling to cope with the devastating loss that had occurred, but most days you had failed to get out of bed.

You still vividly remember the day of the blip, when the billions of people who’d vanished into thin air had reappeared just as quickly and in the same exact state. You remember the amalgamation of cheers and cries as people were reunited with their loved ones, all while you watched them from your 10th floor window in your dingy little apartment.

All alone.

The databases were updated at that point, displaying who had come back. Of course, there were still a few people whose status never changed, and no matter how long you refreshed the page in hopes that it would switch from “missing” to a blank spot where that word once sat, it didn’t. Instead, it changed from “missing” to “deceased.”

Hill and Fury had tried to get back in contact with you, but you ignored their messages, instead choosing to look deeper into the reappearance of one man.

You’d watched Bucky from a distance, lingering in the shadows as you went along with all of daily activities. Going to the grocery stores, spending Wednesdays at an asian restaurant with a man you didn’t recognize, and attending this weekly therapy appointments. His routines were, well, routine, until the day that he and Sam traveled to the Raft to break out the man who nearly landed Bucky in that same prison. They’d escaped successfully, and their movements brought you to Madripoor, a place that instantly settled a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach. 

The dress you wore in that dark and musty bar was itchy and the stares you earned from it made your skin crawl, but you bit your tongue and kept a straight face as you tucked yourself away into a dark corner. The doubt that itched in the back of your mind of how the three men would show kept growing stronger and stronger, only for it to shift into pure terror as Bucky and Sam walked in with that bastard. 

Bucky’s face was as still and hollow as it was the first day you met him, that hauntingly empty look that made your insides churn. But that churning was incomparable to the bile that bubbled in your chest as he attacked men at Zemo’s word, his actions harsh and merciless.

Silently, the three men were led into a back room by an armed man, and once the trio disappeared into the room, you overtook the man and disarmed him. You gripped the gun in your hands and stood just outside of the room, still lingering within earshot.

Zemo and who you assumed to be Selby discussed some sort of contract that had to do with the super soldier serum, of which he offered Bucky as payment for information on where to get the serum. The discussion was cut short by Sam’s phone ringing, which snowballed into a situation much bigger than they were expecting.

As Selby ordered for them to be killed, a gunshot rang through the air and Selby’s words were cut short. After attacking the guards that surrounded the room, the three men escaped out the back door, and you followed them. The road leading out from the bar proved just as treacherous as another spray of gunfire sounded from all around, and you all sprinted down the narrow street and into an attached back alley.

You shot down the two motorcyclists that had followed them in and stepped out of the shadows, gun trained on Zemo as your hands shook with fury. “Disarm him,” you spat, finger hovering over the trigger.

“Y/N?” Sam spoke, voice laced with shock.

“Power him down, Zemo,” you continued, ignoring the shocked looks from Sam and Bucky. “I will not hesitate to blow your fucking brains out!”

“Drop the gun” Bucky roared, making you jump. 

“Well, this is too perfect,” a woman’s voice echoed, standing in the space next to you and aiming her gun at Zemo. “Drop it, Zemo.”

Zemo slowly lowered his gun to the ground and held his hands in the air, retreating back as the other two men walked forward. “Sharon?” Bucky spoke.

“You cost me everything.”

“Sharon, wait-” Sam pleaded.

The four of them bickered while you stepped back and lowered your gun to your side, trying to catch up with everything that was going on while also trying to comprehend why Bucky was with Zemo, why he acted like he was the Winter Soldier.

Sharon’s offer of refuge seemed to draw everyone in, but as they all began to walk, Bucky turned to you and gripped both of your biceps in his hands, forcing you to drop your weapon. He backed you up into the brick wall and tightened his jaw, the rough material scraping against your exposed back. “Bucky,” you cried out.

“Who are you?” he hissed, pulling you close to him before swiftly slamming you back against the wall, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“Bucky, it’s me. It’s Y/N. Please.”

“Y/N is dead.” Sam appeared behind him and rested a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. “Who. The fuck. Are you.”

“Bucky, we don’t have time for this!” Sam snapped. “She’s coming with us, let’s go.”

You silently pleaded with Sam but he walked away, allowing Bucky to wrestle both of your arms behind your back and walk you to the car.

*** As Sharon and Sam and Zemo conversed, Bucky dragged you into the first room he saw and threw you inside, locking the door behind him.

You let out a hiss of pain as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position, glancing dow nat the rug burn on your palms before looking up at Bucky. “Buck, come on, it’s me,” you begged, watched as he leaned against the wall that faced you.

“Don’t call me that,” he hissed, lips pursed tightly. “Who are you and why are you here? How did you find me?”

You spoke slowly, “Bucky, it’s Y/N Y/L/N. We met in Bucharest, we were... We were best friends, until...”

“What, until I went to Wakanda or until you died?”

“They made me fake my death, Buck, it wasn’t my choice. They made me hide away from everybody for what they said was my own safety. They said that I could be used by Hydra to get secrets about everyone, about you.” You let out a trembling sigh. “I’ve been hiding for seven fucking years. I’ve been alone for seven years.”

He looked away from you, gliding his tongue over his bottom row of teeth before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“You cut your hair,” you spoke after a moment’s silence.

“You came back from the dead.”

“So did you.”

He shot a glare at you, standing up straight and walking over to sit in a chair on the other side of the room. Hesitantly, you rose to your feet and walked over to him, leaving about 10 feet of distance between you two. “How did you find me?”

“Stark’s databases. They said that you were getting court-mandated therapy in New York City, so I went there, and I guess I just followed you from there.”

“Why...” He cleared his throat. “Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“Well, first of all, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to risk you getting hurt because of my selfishness.” You sat in the chair adjacent to his. “And I figured that it would be best that I stayed away from you since you despised me.” 

He let out a sigh, mouth opening to defend himself. 

You shook your head. “Do you know how much that hurt me?” you cried out, lower lip quivering. “I-I thought that you cared about me, but you didn’t, did you?”

“I can say the same fucking thing about you!” he snapped. “When I came back from the blip, I saw you everywhere! I thought that you were haunting me, that my guilt was just making you appear, but it was actually you!”

“I didn’t want to do that, okay.” “What, you didn’t want to haunt me? You made me miserable!”

“That’s just what you said the last time I saw you.” You pushed yourself out of the chair and faced away from him, not wanting him to see you cry. “You were one of the only people I had. After you left, I wanted so badly to go see you. I could’ve gone anywhere, but the one place I wanted to be was with you. And then I had to hide away from the world, and I had no one. And I had to live with the fact that I would never be able to fix things between us.”

“You’ve really got some balls to say that shit.” He gripped your arm and spun you around to face him. “Fuck you, Y/N. Fuck you and everything you did.”

You yanked your arm from his grasp and stormed away. “I don’t think I’m the one to blame here, Bucky.”

You slammed the door shut behind you and walked past the room where the other three were gathered. “Hey, where are you going?” Sharon shouted.

“Outside,” you grumbled, walking out into the open courtyard in front of the house. 

Sobs bubbled in your chest and past your lips, collapsing onto the front steps with your head held in your hands. Your shoulders shook and though you tried to keep the noise to a minimum, you couldn’t hold back the hiccups of air that you tried to breathe in.

Heavy footsteps clicked on the pavement behind you a few minutes later, and you hastily swiped away the tear tracks that soaked your cheeks. “Sam, I’m fine. I’ll be in in a minute and you can interrogate me all you want,” you choked out, wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Not Sam,” Bucky’s gruff voice rumbled behind you, his form settling beside you on the steps.

You pursed your lips, eyes trained on the concrete path ahead of you. “Why did you go to the wake?” The words tumbled from your mouth before you could stop them.

“What?”

“I... I saw you at my wake. Why were you there? I thought I was dead to you.”

He shook his head. “You were never dead to me. You... God, you were the only thing keeping me going. You were all I had.”

You finally lifted your gaze to his face, locking eyes with him. “Then why’d you hurt me?”

A sigh left his lips. “After that chase in Bucharest, I... I guess I realized that you being with me wasn’t safe. And then when Zemo was able to get the Winter Soldier to come out...”

“So you hurt me to keep me from getting hurt.”

“Y/N-”

“What, am I wrong? God, when you push people away you really go for the heart.”

“It’s not like it was easy for me! When I saw how badly I hurt you, it felt like a part of me died inside.”

“But you still had every goddamn piece of me in your hands. Was that not enough for you?”

He stayed silent, searching your eyes for a moment before directing his gaze to his shoes. You scoffed and pushed yourself to your feet, turning on your heel to leave.

Bucky reached his left arm up, the cool metal curling gently around your wrist as he also stood up. In one fluid motion, he spun you around to face him and pressed his lips into yours. You froze in shock, but before you could even decide how to feel about his bold actions, he pulled away and searched your eyes. 

You let out a shuddering sigh, trying to gather your composure as quickly as possible. “Bucky, I would’ve died for you.”

“That was the last thing I wanted. It still is.” His cool fingers loosened their grip, delicately gliding along the back of your hand. “And when I found out that you died, I blamed myself. I told myself that if I hadn't hurt you, if I was with you, then you would’ve lived.”

“Bucky-”

“My therapist, she made me create a list of people that I need to make amends with. I-I’ve gotten through most of it, but there’s a few names that I still need to get through.” He dug in his back pocket, fishing out the small pocketbook and turning to the last page. “I wrote your name down. I-I knew that there was no way I could ever make amends with you, but I felt like I had an obligation to.”

You stared at your name scrawled out on the page in his messy handwriting. It was the only name on the page, placed right in the center. Tears welled in your eyes and you let out a shaky breath, unable to find the words to say.

“You don’t have to forgive me, and honestly I don’t expect you to, but I just needed-”

“Bucky.”

He closed his mouth, his sweet blue eyes following your movements as you closed the book in his hands and settled both of your hands on his cheeks. You could see the stress melting off of him as soon as he felt the warmth of your touch, his shoulders dropping slightly and a hint of a smile threatening to crack on his lips.

“Bucky Barnes, you are the most stubborn son of a bitch I’ve ever met,” you sighed, giving him a small smile. “And I know it’s because you’ve been hurt more times than you can count, but if I can take away some of that hurt, I’d do it a million times over and never regret it.” The tip of your nose brushed against his, and you heard his breath hitch in his throat. “I forgive you.”

With a gentle tilt of his head, his lips bumped against yours before quickly locking together. Your fingers drifted down his cheeks and his throat before clasping together behind his neck.

He stole a few more quick kisses before pulling away completely, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before permitting a smile to rest on his face. You mirrored his smile and carded a hand through his hair. “Y’know,” you breathed, “I really dig this haircut.”

He arched a brow. “Really, I thought you liked the long hair.”

“I did like the long hair! It just... This is more you. Not the Winter Soldier, not HYDRA. You.”

You felt his arm pressed against your body as he tucked his book into his jacket pocket before both arms tenderly snaked around your waist and pulled you close to him. He pressed a chaste kiss, then two, then three onto your lips before letting out a small sigh.

“I’ve got clients coming in half an hour and I’d prefer not having people with targets on their heads making out on my front step,” Sharon shouted from the front door, giving both of you a pointed look before stepping back inside.

“I should leave,” you hummed, dropping your hands to your sides and beginning to wiggle yourself free of his grip.

“Y/N,” he breathed, fingers catching onto yours and weaving together. “Stay. Please. I... I just got you back, I don't want to lose you again.” Your eyes locked with his and he held the stare for a few moments before clearing his throat and shifting his gaze to the ground between you two. “Besides, I think Sam and Zemo might kill me if I don’t go back in there without you.”

You giggled. “Oh, that’s the reason you want me to go in there with you?”

“Yeah!” His voice was nearly drowned out by your laughs, but he persisted. “I swear to god, if looks could kill, I would’ve died before I could’ve even gotten out here to talk to you. Fucking Zemo even said something about ‘when you’ve got a woman like that, you should never take hurt them.’”

You grinned. “You think he’s wrong about that?”

He shook his head fervently. “No, no, not at all! I just... I guess I’m out of practice with this whole... talking thing.” He let out a breath and squeezed your hands. “I need to catch up on the seven years that I’ve spent without you, and there’s no better time to start than now.”

You bit down on your lower lip to suppress the smile that was close to splitting your face in two. “I don't know, Bucky, but that sure sounds like some good talking to me.”

He rolled his eyes, but a smile finally began to settle on his lips. “Shut up.”

You pressed a final, sweet kiss to his lips before slipping from his grasp, giving yourself a moment to admire the purple light that caressed his skin. “Come on, let’s head inside before Sharon loses her shit.”

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To Hell and Back PART 3

Hi so a lot of people liked that last part, thank you for the support, it really made me smile and made my day. If you have any suggestions/requests or want me to write a specific scene then feel free to ask, my dms are open, but for now here’s part 3! This series spans across the ending of season 4 if it wasn’t already clear enough.

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        The flight to Windsor, Ontario, Canada felt longer than it should have. Trying to avoid Spencer’s prying and profiling eyes was harder than it seemed. Even staring at her book wasn’t enough to keep him from noticing how long she had been on a single page. And the looks the team were now giving to a certain profiler who seemed to be studying every movement of his co-worker were hard to ignore. 

        By the time the plane had touched down, Y/n had cleaned up her space and was sitting on the edge of her seat, book in hand and satchel across her chest. As soon as it was clear to leave Y/n was out of her seat, mumbling a thank you to a flight attendant and hurrying down the steep steps. The normal cars they had assigned to them were directly outside, waiting for the team. Flinging an SUV door open and hurrying into the back, ducking behind the headrest, she tried her best to see over her hiding spot to check if the hour ride to R.C.M.P. Headquarters was going to be one filled with torture, or one filled with awkward silence. 

        She was just about to sit up, realizing how idiotic she looked and how stupid she would feel if someone spotted her when an uncoordinated Reid tried to hurry down the steps without looking, well… hurried. A grimace settled onto his face as he squinted through the sunlight trying to spot her. Rossi was next behind him, taking slow steps. Clapping a hand on his back and leaning in, Rossi muttered something in Reid’s ear, smiled and then started for the car. Reid’s demeanor shifted, his shoulders went stiff and then relaxed, his expression softened and then fell. He took off for the next car. 

        Y/n sat upright and stuffed her nose into her book as Rossi entered the car, pulling his seatbelt on before finally starting the car. “You can sit in the front if you like, you know?” He offered, looking up in the mirror to meet her eyes. Hesitating, she dropped her book and moved to the door. Settling into the front passenger seat, she forced herself to keep her eyes forward. The drive started out fine at first, Rossi didn’t try to make conversation and let the silence flow comfortably around them. After the first 20 minutes of driving and staring down endless highways, Y/n had grown restless and drew her book back to her, in need of something to occupy her mind. As she read her eyes grew heavy, sore, and her head fell forward slowly. Every so often she fought against closing her eyes fully and instead found herself sinking further and further into her seat. By the time she had woken up, the drive was over. 

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         “Come on Sunshine,” a voice laughed near her ear, startling her out of her sleep. Craning her now sore neck to peer up at the person who stood with her door open, trying to unbuckle her now, she rubbed her eyes. “Have a good nap?” He chuckled, taking her satchel from out of the backseat. She grimaced, taking his hands to help lift herself up, steadying her balance. “Where are we, Derek?” She asked, taking a look around. “Headquarters, they dropped your bags off at the hotel, told me to give you your room key for tonight. You were knocked out for a while, Rossi didn’t wanna wake you when we got to the hotel. Don’t worry, we didn’t go through any of your belongings,” he added with a smirk. Looking up at the headquarters, she smoothed her shirt and pulled her into a ponytail, trying to look decent, or at least as if she hadn’t been asleep for the past hour. “Thank you,” she mumbled, taking her satchel from his hands. “No problem.” 

           A thought popped into her head as she pulled the satchel onto her shoulder, “Aren't you supposed to be with Prentiss?” she asked, twisting to look for the other profiler. “Yes, mother,” he chuckled, “I’m heading there now, but the teams inside and I'm apparently on wakeup duty. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do,” he answered, walking backwards towards another SUV. “Drive safe,” she called after him, turning to the big building as he called back, “You know it.” 

        The building was big and red. Bigger on the inside than she anticipated, multiple floors, lots of bustle and busy people. The faint smell of peppermint and air freshener wafted to her nose. As she entered the building she caught sight of the rest of her team, giving a small smile as she started towards them. “Morning sleepyhead,” JJ cooed. Her stomach did flip flops as she came to a stop in front of them, locking eyes with Spencer. “Very funny,” she retorted as the team started to set a stride. 

        A small elevator sat at the far end of the room, a door titled, “Stairs Access,” stood just across from it. On any normal day Y/n would’ve chosen the stairs, she had always had a problem with the close quarters of an elevator, the uncertainty and danger of such an unstable device had always left her off put. But a long way to the ninth floor on the stairs would not only be physically tiring, but would most definitely be accompanied by a certain doctor to her left who had been dying to talk to her alone. Still, the team became increasingly interested when Y/n stepped in with them. “Someone’s getting brave, huh?” JJ chuckled, “Just too tired to deal with the stairs today.”

        The hallway the doors opened to was short and led out to a giant office full of people. Tan walls extended on each side, the tiles on the floor reflected the lights above them. A man met Rossi in the entrance of the room, exchanging pleasantries and introducing the team, it was impossible not to notice the way Spencer’s gaze kept flickering to hers. Two red offices stood at the far end of the room and the room to the right of them. Walking in between the desks and making his way to one of the rooms, Jeff led the team, “I've got a victim board and timelines set up on monitors in the conference room. Anything you need, you've got the run of the place.” 

         “We appreciate it,” Rossi replied lightly.” “Don’t thank me, Thank the unsub. He's the one that put you all in charge.”

        Something about that last remark hit Y/n the wrong way, wrinkling her nose in agitation. JJ excused herself to go talk to Garcia as Y/n took in the room. A long conference table sat in the middle of the room, six chairs pushed into it. A tv hung on the left wall, faces of the victims littering the screen. Rossi took in the site, then moved around the table to make room for Reid and Y/n. Following Reid, she took a second to go over the tv soon realizing that she had already seen the pictures in the file JJ had supplied her with. Realizing that everyone’s backs were to them, Spencer made the quick decision to steal a look at her. Turning on her heel to walk away from the screen, her eyes reached his, the pleading look on his face was enough to make her stomach turn. Guilt flooded her, all he probably wants is his best friend back, this isn’t fair to him. Did I ruin our friendship?  Turning around to take her place next to Rossi. “You believe that he killed all these people?” Reid asked, his eyes turning back to the screen, “Fits the profile,” Officer Jeff responded absentmindedly. “How so?” Rossi asked, clearly quizzing his former student, everyone in this room knew of the Unsubs history, but Jeff answered nonetheless. “He got a recent physical trauma. Could be a stressor. Wide disparity of victims. No bodies. Possible border cross. Two entirely different terrains,” He paused, “To pull that off, you'd have to be smart, you'd have to be organized, mobile, physical.” His missing leg ran through Y/n‘s mind once again, before the accident this all could’ve been possible, but now? After such physical trauma? It didn't make sense. 

        “Military background gives you all that,” Rossi finished for him.

 “Exactly,” Officer Bedwell hummed.

        “It appears as though he clusters his victims into men, then women, and then back to men again.” Spencer’s voice raised in tone, confusion heavy in his voice. 

        “What does that tell you?” Officer Bedwell asked.

“At the moment, nothing.”

        They were informed that he hadn’t contacted family, nor a lawyer and was awaiting an interrogation. Hotch was the last person to talk, deducing that since this man had contacted the FBI, he would want to speak to whoever he believed was the most in charge. 

        The interrogation room was dimly lit, only one light directly overhead, the room behind the glass was filled with two officers, Rossi, Reid and Y/n. Crammed into the few chairs there were, Y/n watched, her brows furrowed, as Hotch sat down at the table. William was a tall man, broad shoulders and muscular arms, he sat in silence, a detached look sewn onto his features. A black goatee rested above his lips, his hair was cropped in a buzz cut, understandable due to his military background. His body shows his training too, he sat straight up, shoulders back, hands on his thighs, his legs slightly spread. The pinnacle of perfect posture. 

        It was silent as Hotch announced himself as the behavioral analysis unit chief from the FBI. William’s face didn't change as his eyes lifted to Hotch’s, “You’re here to analyze me.” This wasn’t a question, but a statement. “No, I’m here to take your confession and find out where you dumped your victims,” Hotch corrected. Y/n could see the technique Hotch was using beginning to form, diminishing any hope of negotiation. Setting himself in charge in the room and demanding the attention, making it clear that this was Hotch’s room, not Heightower’s, taking away any slimmer of wiggle room around the conversation. He continued, “Or are you wasting my time?” 

        Y/n’s boss was always great at keeping his voice firm but somewhat monotone when speaking to unsubs, not letting emotion intercede unless it was directly needed. “I gave you names, I gave you dates.” William bounced around the subject, his voice low and gravely, as if he hadn’t spoken in hours. Hotch reigned the conversation back onto topic easily, “You didn’t give me a dump site.” It was silent for a moment, as if an unspoken staring contest had started, the Unit Chief’s jaw was set, William was withholding information and he wasn’t intending on opening up anytime soon. “You were a sergeant,” Hotch started, again not a question, a statement intended to gain an emotional reaction, “You led troops, probably lost men.” Y/n’s eyes flickered to William’s just as he let out a hesitant, “a few.” 

        “What would their parents feel if they didn’t know whether their sons were dead or alive?” Hotch tried. The tension shifted uncomfortably. A cord was struck, “Don’t lecture me on notifying families, I’ve been on those doorsteps,” as William spoke his voice rose slightly from the whisper it had started out as. He’s protective of these men, his angry tone shows Hotch’s words affect him, why is he trying so hard to make us not see that? “No one cares about those people, why should I?” His head shakes as he says it, even his own body is rejecting the words he’s saying, subconsciously disagreeing with them. Hotch’s words have caught him off guard, this technique is making him emotional.

        Rossi’s voice interrupts Y/n’s thoughts, “Here we go.” 

        “What do you mean?” An officer to the right of Y/n’s chair asks, he leans against the interrogation window, unknowingly making her scoot her legs closer to herself. He mindlessly takes up so much of the little space beside her that she cringes uncomfortably away from him. “An interrogation doesn’t really start until you get the first lie,” Rossi finishes, so he picked up on it too. Hotch’s voice silences all of them as he resumes the conversation through the glass, “See that’s just the thing William, you were out there every night. You took their photographs, you checked off their names in a notebook,” William remains blank as he mutters, “So?” Hotch grimaces at the answer and then continues, “Your behavior was more like a protector, like someone in the army doing a bed check.” If Hotch’s words resonate with anything at all to him, he doesn’t show it and lets him continue. “You’ve gone to a lot of trouble to confess to a crime you didn’t commit,” Hotch accuses. 

        Suddenly all reservation in William is gone, his lips quiver as he spits the words out angrily, “The folks on the street, did they tell you people were missing?” It's like he’s trying to prove their absence rather than his own guilt. 

        “If my team is here there are cases we are not working on, you are wasting our time.” 

        “10 people dead, huh?” Swallowing harshly, scowling, challenging Hotch, “That’s not enough for you?” 

        “I’ve watched the tape of you at the border cross over and over again, you wait until every guard is out of the booth before you drive into it,” Hotch raises his voice, as he leans closer to the table, “if you wanted to kill people you had your chance.” 

        William’s voice is booming now, his face enraged, “Are you investigating these murders or not?!” His whole body shakes violently as silence fills the room. “So that’s what this is all about?” Hotch questions, “Making sure we investigate?” What a way to do so. “If you thought people were being killed you should’ve gone to the police in Detroit.” Another shudder rips through William, “I already did,” his voice is low as it break. “3 times. They told me the kind of people I was looking for disappeared.” His voice trembled, the light reflecting off tears in his eyes, “They said that’s the way life on the street works.” Silence enveloped them again. 

        Struggling to keep his composure, he enunciated every word, “Do. You. Believe. The. People. I. Showed. You. Are. Missing?” 

        “I believe it's possible.”

        Rage wracked through his frame once again, “Don’t give me a political answer!”

        Hotch hesitated, giving himself a moment before he responded, “Tell me about what happened the night before the border cross.” William opened his mouth and then shut it before starting, “I did a head count,” he began. “Every night for the past month, like we do in Baghdad. That night I saw a boy named Charles wasn’t where he usually camped down.” The mention of a boy sends a pang of pain through Y/n’s chest, wondering how old the boy must have been. Hopefully he had meant a young man, rather than a young boy. The idea of a child in the case was a sore subject. Swallowing the hard lump in her throat, she hoped she hadn't shown any visible signs of discomfort. 

        “So I made another pass.”

“He didn’t turn up?”

        “By the morning I knew he was gone,” another scowl had set on his face, though this time it wasn’t targeted at the man across from him. “William,” Hotch started, sympathy thick in his voice, “People don’t do what you did out of honor.” He paused, “They do it out of love.” William’s lack of a response was enough to confirm their suspicions. “Who were you looking for on the streets every night.” His brows furrowed as William prepared himself before continuing, “I got home from Iraq, first thing my mother told me was that my baby sister Lee was on the streets.” Y/n’s heart sunk, with the way he’d been acting there was no way this story was going to end well. Rossi must have noticed it too because out of the corner of Y/n’s eye she watched him shake his head slightly, turning away from the glass before coming back to it, exhaling roughly. 

        William continued, “She asked me to find her.”

        “But you couldn’t?” Hotch pried.

        “I managed once. Brought her home, we got her fed.” His eyes fell, staring longingly as his voice broke yet again, “She even wore my dog tags. For good luck.” Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, sighing. No matter how long you were on this job, no matter what horrors you’d seen, it never gets easier to hear from the relatives of people who’ve gone missing. The team was evidence of that, Rossi’s head was to the side, face contorted in uncomfort. The officers sat quietly, staring at their laps. Though Hotch had to remain indifferent in order to keep control of the room, his face was no longer hard and stern. While he held his lips together in a tight line, a deep sadness sat behind his eyes, something only his colleagues who’d worked with him for so long would pick up on. 

         “Two weeks later, she slipped back onto the streets.” Composure was no longer an option for William, his breathing came out in short, quick breaths as his chest visibly shook. The tears spilled over, “That was it,” he barely managed to let out, another shaky breath in.

         “William, you’ve got so much information about the other potential victims, why not Lee?” Hotch asked, though this was a raw subject, it was still vital to know. Blinking rapidly in order to control the tears and reign his emotions back in, Heightower replied, “I hid it in a spare tire, in my car.” That explained why none of the team had any knowledge about Lee, organized and brilliant, William had intentionally left her out of the files he created for us. He wouldn't have even been considered had the officers known how close he really was to one of the victims, Y/n pondered. “I needed to wait until I was sure,” while the tears had stopped and his breathing was now in control, his hands still shook slightly under the table as he finished, “that you were on board.”

         That was all the team needed to hear, Frankie excused herself from the room. Walking down the hall as she assembled her thoughts. The car would definitely be in evidence somewhere, how they hadn’t managed to find the new piece of the puzzle was surprising, confused she wandered the hall trying to find the stairs. 

        The sound of the stairwell door opening made Y/n falter. She’d reached a platform between the set of stairs, eyes glancing to the door at the end of the platform that would take her to the hallway. Stairwells were where most assaults happened, but due to the fact that she was in a police department, she pushed that thought to the back of her head and continued to the next set of stairs. It wasn’t until she heard the pitter patter of quick footsteps behind her, that she realized she should have taken her chances with the elevator. 

        “ Y/n?” A pang of dread ran through her body in slow waves. Turning slowly on her heel, her eyes met Dr. Reid’s. His face was contorted, his eyes fixed on the ground, then fluttered back up to hers. “I-” 

        “Did I miss something on Heightower?” His eyebrows furrowed, confusion making it’s way on to his features. 

        “No- I just-” 

“Does this have anything to do with this case or a previous one?”

        “No-”

“So this is not work related?”

        “No, it’s not, but-”

        “Then we should not be having this conversation.” Starting back down the stairs, he was next to her in a moment. “I know that, but the other night I didn’t mean to make it seem like-” “Spencer,” her nose scrunched up in uncomfort. “Please, don't do this.” Another flight of steps was through. At this point she was counting them down in her head. 

        “Y/n, I wasn’t trying to hurt you, it just seemed like the worst time and I didn’t want you to-” “Spencer, please.” One more flight to go. 

        “Okay but give me a moment to-” 

         “Spencer!” 

        Blinking back tears, she tried to reason with him. “That was the single most humiliating thing I’ve ever done. Just having to look you in the eyes right now is unbelievably painful. Knowing that our friendship will probably never go back to the way it was is killing me and you bringing attention to it every five seconds is making it worse,” she rambled. “I mean for God’s sake Morgan won't stop trying to profile me and Hotch looks at me like a kicked puppy. I can tell everyone here is second guessing my decision to come back and I’m already having a hard enough time proving that I’m okay without your worried glances making everything worse so please. Give me some space, some time before I have to have this conversation with you.” 

        Spencer’s eyes flickered down, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”

        “I just can’t do this right now Spencer.” Opening the door and entering the lobby she made her way to an officer, flashing her badge and asking where the evidence storage room was.

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PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: “When love feels like magic, it is called destiny; when destiny has a sense of humor, it is serendipity.”

WORD COUNT: 906

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Destiny. A fascinating concept. Though, it discontinues remaining so once individuals cease believing in such. A constant waiting game of expectations—expecting the perfect person. They begin to feel impatient.

He was one of them.

106 years of waiting. Enduring anyone’s worst nightmares; mind control with gut-wrenching torture. Furthermore, PTSD. Slipping, slipping into a doom without a possible ending.

Fate was the last judgment on Bucky’s mind. Although he longed for it, a desire. His constant thought of a special her. A person to assist in easing his pain along with the pressure of the world. A woman to wake up to; waking to cook pancakes, with blueberries—his favorite.

Steve found a special someone, envying Bucky. The scrawny kid from Brooklyn, switching into superhuman overnight, then Captain America decades succeeding. He found himself a soulmate.

She was giving up, as well. Tumbling into nothingness.

Then they meet. Time flowed differently. Slowly, without rhythm, as they gaped. Piercing gazes, little to no end. She bestowed him hope, an acknowledgment that it was okay. A confirmation that loving is a component of living. To live is to love, to love is to live.

Once again they meet. Serendipity.

A significant day. Consisting of excitement, including the chitter-chatter of many. Steve Rogers, the Captain America, was being espoused. Naturally, his reliable companion, pal, and buddy was the best man. James Buchanan Barnes.

Fatefully, she was summoned. Sharon’s kindest colleague and friend. The maid of honor.

Without warning, nor anticipation, they caught sight of each at the matrimony. Shocked, appalled, yet at ease.

She turned to the man staring directly through her. As if she was the most gentle piece of glass, nearly ready to be shattered within any given consequence.

He noticed that her locks were styled to perfection, with her dress hugging her body to supremacy. Bucky never appreciated true beauty until he was looking directly at it. The brunet was breathless, at a loss for words, an impossible struggle to get them out, until he does, “H-Hi.”

The girl was suffocating. Suffocation in the best way. Almost livid. “Hey…”

“This was so unexpected. I-I didn’t think you’d be here…” James trailed off, running a hand through his dark locks.

She chuckled, fidgeting with her hands apprehensively below his gaze, “Same here.” An awkward silence occurred between the pair, “How were you invited here?”

“The groom is a good friend of mine. Um, you?” He questioned.

She chuckled, “The bride is a good friend of mine.”

Bucky chortled alongside her, “Well that makes a lot of sense.”

If past Bucky was observing 106-year-old Bucky, he would slap him for being incredibly unlike his past playboy self. Yet, before doing such, current Bucky would grab his hand and rip it off. He may have lost his charm, never his strength and stamina.

“Are you going to the reception?” He asked, exceedingly quickly.

She smiled at his eagerness, “I am.”

The waiters were beginning to serve food to the tables. “Shall we eat?” Bucky confidently brought his hand toward the girl for her to latch on to. She delivered a crooked, awestruck grin his way while tenderly grasping his hand, nodding. Feeling past Bucky entering his current being, he led the youthful maid to her seat, pushing her chair in for her. Then moving to the opposite side of the table and settling on a chair to directly face her.

The food was served to their table, followed by a quiet “thank you” arising from the polite girl. The man was practically melting at her charm and grace, like ice cream on a hot summer’s day.

She lifted her fork in her grip and began to peacefully eat her food. He was just about to seize his utensil as well until noticing that he did not attain one near his plate. He proceeded to scan the area to notice if his missing spoon was carelessly lying on a random spot atop the table, or perhaps if one of the waiters happened to misplace it there.

He kept looking around till she noticed. “What are you looking for?”

Meeting eyes with her, he shrugged, “I don’t have a spoon and I was wondering if it was lying around the table somewhere. I don’t think the waiters would just forget to give me a spoon.”

He continued fixating his gaze throughout the table, though he was interrupted by her once more. “Just take mine I’ll get a new one.” She beckoned a waiter over while gripping her spoon.

“Oh- w-well you don’t have to do that…”

She shook her head, clutching her spoon in her grasp, a waiter appearing beside her as she spoke, “I’m sorry, but my friend can’t seem to find his spoon. Is it alright if you-” She discontinued her train of thought as she looked down at the table, her metal spoon in hand, and felt it pull apart to reveal another metal spoon previously attached to it.

Bucky was staring at the scene as well. She looked up at him to see him already looking at her with a luminant expression. The waiter nonchalantly sauntered off with a gentle smile on his lips. The pair continued to have a stare-off, blown away at the scene that unfolded between them.

“Well, um…” She cleared her throat, “Here’s your spoon.” She passed the utensil his way.

He tenderly retained it from her grasp, sending a dazzling smile her way. “Thanks.”

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。✧ hyacinth; park serim + reader

— pairing: fashion designer!park serim + photographer!reader

— genre: angst, slight fluff, exes au, post-breakup, slightly suggestive (one scene only!)

— word count: 7.1k

— warning: arguments, heartbreak, mentions of anxiety and emptiness

— summary: years had passed since you broke up with serim; life had been continuously patching up ever since. his name had marked several clothing lines, while your studio was well-known in the small city you lived in. who would’ve known that a sight of him on a bus stop would be enough to bring back wounds you thought had long ago healed?

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— a/n: my wips suffered from a major slump and this is quite an overdue fic (i also have another overdue fic help) but i hope someone would still at least read this though >< the first ver of this didn't satisfy me and though this ver didn't satisfy me that much, i feel like after rewriting almost half of the fic, this one's better. i'll do my best to pull something better soon!

autumn must be the most magical part of the year. the leaves experiencing a color alteration, scarlets and golds carpeting the ground— a yearly harvest of the earth where everything was gradually being taken away. long gone was the heat of the summer; the chilly evening breeze sure was much friendlier than of winter. the season served as a comforting quilt. it was such a great time for warm drinks that could lift up the mood even for the wariest.

you let go of a breath as you stared at the window, the sun was setting. the color fleshed out in the sky golden, jiving well with the surrounding that was already of the same palette. with an indoor shoot for a seasonal issue of a magazine, it sure was a tiring day. the sound of camera clicks still ringing in your head, along with the hushed talks and chitchats coming from the staff members and the models.

at first, you were hesitant to accept the project. afraid that you’d bump by one of the renowned fashion designers in your region, park serim. but then, you couldn’t just chicken out when a hefty sum was to be paid. the relief you had when you saw that his name wasn’t on the list of designers was almost the same kind of relief you'd have after preventing big trouble from occurring.

“i finished placing back the props in the room.” hyeongjun’s voice was still as bright as it was this morning as if not touched by any fatigue. he was one of the photographers you hired in your studio, offering only fine shots. “i’ll be going home early, just send me a message about what time tomorrow’s shoot will be!”

“thank you, junie.” a smile was on your brim as you nodded on his words, watching him pack his camera and leave afterward.

silence melted in the room as soon as hyeongjun stepped out. alone in your photography studio, you sat on a stool used earlier by one of the models. the room was dimly lit with only one of the umbrella lights open. it was only by then that you realized your thighs were already stiff from the nonstop work earlier. you wanted to go home and just be in the comforts of your bed.

pulling out your phone, you dialed your brother’s number, frowning when it took him quite a while to pick up. was he busy or did he just forget that he was supposed to pick you up tonight?

jungmo would always fetch you by your studio after his working hours concluded. with the two of you living together in the same house, your brother just found it ideal— bringing you to your work every morning and giving you a drive home every evening. it might seem like he was babying you, but it was a gesture you grew fond of.

“y/n?” jungmo gasped on the other line. it seemed like he was outside, music playing in the background which mingled well with the peals of laughter. “shit, i forgot to tell you.”

you raised a brow, questioning his words. “what’s the matter?”

“can’t fetch you today.” you can already envision the pout he had on his lips. “i’m at a party with allen and woobin, catching up with my colleagues. i’ll make it up to you tomorrow, i promise!”

“alright. i’ll just ride the bus then.” it was your turn to purse your lips. you can’t bring yourself to complain about it though. “have fun! just stay in woobin’s apartment tonight, don’t drive!”

“i will, i will,” jungmo replied, a call of his name following. his friends might’ve been looking for him already. “text me alright? get home safely, y/nie.”

at the end of the phone call came another sigh from you. a tightlipped smile braced your lips as you stood to turn off the remaining lights. you retrieved your camera and placed it back in one of the drawers. making sure everything was back to its place, secured; you gave the place one final look. something you’d do every single day before going home. a reminder of the thing you loved the most. a reminder of what could have been.

the sidewalk wasn’t as empty as you imagined it to be, maybe you weren’t used to walking to the bus stop anymore. strangers of different day occurrences exchanged various looks that shared one same element, tiredness.

when the wind blew, fallen leaves danced along with it. the slight coldness making you tuck your hands inside the pocket of the cardigan you were wearing. you loved the cool breeze, but not when you knew you had to stay out on an open shed with it as your companion. cold weather could be your friend, a company for a better evening sleep. but rather a harsh fellow when you had to be alone, when loneliness can easily be injected to your senses.

tracing the path, a memory went to play in your head. way back in college, this was the same sidewalk you’d walk in with your ex-lover. a camera on your hand while he had a roll of satin in his arms. it was such a usual view for the two of you as you talked about how the day went, ranting about the monotonous lectures, gushing over how you missed each other’s company and how you wished that the two of you could get back to your shared apartment as soon just so you can snuggle on the couch.

you glanced at the sky, the cloud hiding the few scattered twinkling stars. a faint smile spread upon your lips, only to disappear when your gaze went back to the bus stop. the male that passed by in a form of fleeting memory earlier was standing right in front of you as if fleshed out from your mind. a lavender-colored paper bag was hanging on his arm, the logo of his product line delicately stamped on the middle. his phone was resting on his other hand, if he was scrolling through sns or texting someone, you weren’t sure.

the magical feeling he used to offer long gone, your stomach twisting into several knots. a cold sensation went down in your spine as a familiar tug came to pull your heartstring. he’s back? what is he doing here? he lives here again?

your thoughts were loud in your head, but none of it was pulled out loud. each word ending up as a lump in your throat. the air was thickening, your heart beating fast, not out of excitement, but out of the clashing thoughts that left you so nervous and confused. it had been years, how come a single sight of him made you feel like all your resolutions are gone? how did a single sight of him become enough to shatter the glass that protected you from the ache that night had caused you?

it was cold. but no, it was no longer because of the autumn breeze.

“serim?” the name was uttered in the same way you would before everything came crashing, yet it held a much weaker tone. you can’t even remember the last time your voice came to wrap around the syllables of his name.

the male turned his head to look at you, a brow raised as he stared at you. no obvious emotion, his eyes held no recognition.

and his reply? it sent a shiver down your spine, your stomach flipping in a horrendous manner.

“who are you?”

for a moment, the air caused such a nauseous feeling— thin and hard to inhale. it was only three words, yet it was powerful enough to serve as a punch in the gut.

how can he forget?

how can he forget how the two of you first met?

not that it was a very momentous event, just a regular struggle faced by two college students that needed someone else to accomplish a project for a major subject. there were no butterflies involved, nor did sparks fly the moment you met. regardless, up until now, that day burned fresh in your mind.

“i know someone from that department,” woobin said without even looking at you, his eyes focused on his book. though you weren’t sure if he was really paying attention to the words written there as he kept on diving in the conversation every now and then.

“and who might that be?” the dreadful task of having to pair up with the design department had been inhabiting your mind ever since it was given to you. pressure rising as you saw your other blockmates having no hard time getting themselves out there and communicating with the department they weren’t really accustomed to. you still have a month and a half, you were sure you can still make it. it was just a photoshoot anyway, featuring your partner’s designs.

“park serim,” woobin finally answered as if he had to think hard of the person’s name. “i think no one had asked him to become their partner, he’d be available to do it.”

desperate to get over with the task, later that day, you found yourself by the catwalk the design students would take. it was a path that connected their building to the main gate directly. your building wasn’t exactly far away from theirs, but still of a different building. with their building equipped with supplies and machineries for final products, yours were of computers, lightings, and screens.

you stared at your phone, his instagram profile opened. earlier, you already took the pleasure of checking his works out and without much filtering, him as well. he sure does love taking pictures of himself; something that could work perfectly with him being your subject. once satisfied, you left him a dm that was probably one of the most awkward sentences you had ever typed in the entirety of your life.

a notification popped out as you look at your screen, which was shortly followed by another. it was only of common courtesy to follow him before asking him for a favor right? you did that before messaging him and now he followed you back and replied to your dm. unlike you, he didn’t spend much time wandering in your profile. well, as if he had so much to look unto aside from the sceneries and some stories posted.

‘you were the person woobin was talking about? i’ll be out in two minutes. see you in the catwalk.’

it wasn’t too long of a duration, you allowed yourself to simply jump from a social media to another, mindlessly scrolling and liking some post every now and then. only lifting your head up when a wave of students began getting out of the establishment. most were holding mannequins with unfinished clothing attached to them, some were holding rolls of fabrics you weren’t sure what to call.

with squinted eyes, you tried to look for him among the crowds. woobin said that serim was a fashion design major, so he’d probably be holding the same thing as the other students that came out.

and he was.

leaning on his shoulder was a mannequin, asymmetrically dressed in silk. it wasn’t sewn yet, only supported by sewing pins. an arm wrapped around a roll of what seemed to be linen of pastel blue color. there was also a paper bag hanging on his arm which seemed to have some extra fabric and maybe some other supplies.

you walked towards him with a wave to which he gave you a confused look at first, the frown melting away when he realized that you were the one who messaged him not even an hour ago.

“you’re y/n?” he asked, merely to confirm.

you nodded your head and offered a hand in carrying the paper bag. something he didn’t refuse to. “so…” unsure of how to bring up the means of meeting with him after his class, your voice trailed.

“what do you need anyway?” he supported your words as he traced the path of the sidewalk. “take pictures of me or take pictures of the clothes i make?”

“both.” a chuckle left your lips, laced with nothing but sheer abashment, at the same time mentally cursing this project. you were okay with taking pictures, but the negotiation that comes with it wasn’t a task you were so used to doing.

serim hummed, saying an almost inaudible ‘i see’ before taking a big step and stopping in front of you to do a curt observation. his gaze trailing from toes up to your shoulder. “i’ll agree to do it, if you’ll model for me for a project.”

blinking your eyes multiple times, a baffled frown came to mask your countenance. “what?”

“i need a model that will wear the dress i’m doing by the end of the semester,” serim uttered nonchalantly, proceeding to turn his back to you and resume walking. “that would be quits.”

“i’ll do it,” you said, despite still being hesitant. having close to zero knowledge about how such a presentation would work, you were so close to disagreeing. but then again, it would only be a good way to repay him, right? and perhaps the other fashion design students would ask you of the same thing if you try to team up with them.

turning to look at you, there was a curve that formed on his brim. “that’s a deal then.”

how can he forget how the two of you confessed to each other?

two months. it took two months of random meet ups, daily conversations, and occasional hanging out to get to know each other. the awkward messages of checking up on each other’s side of the project turned to asking about each other’s day, sharing rants about academic life or life in general. the occasional hanging out turning to planned dates and spontaneous ones when the two of you both have the time to spare.

you’d usually stay in his unit as he worked on the dress for his project, a clothing that perfectly suits your figure. late night talks induced by the slightest energy given by coffee the two of you had clung into in hopes of being able to finish what was due.

it seemed like time flew by and before you knew it, you were in the backstage. serim was pacing back and forth, more nervous than you were. he wasn’t the one that was going to the stage, but sure his body was restless.

“are you alright?” you asked him once the two of you were left alone in the dressing room.

this was enough for serim’s movement to come to a halt. even when his eyes landed on you, it was obvious that his mind was floating. in fact, it even took him hot seconds before he was able to commit to a verbal response. “i am.”

“you are?” a smile broke out of your countenance which was eventually followed by a chuckle. “are you sure with that?”

your laughter was adequate to ease his nerves a little, a curve appearing on his lips. “i am.”

one of his classmates who was in charge of the flow came knocking to the door, signalling that you should be on standby.

“i’ll do my best,” you said, walking toward the door. it would be a definite lie to say that you were not at all nervous. a deep breath taken before twisting the knob, stopping when serim called you. it was covered with a bit, yet noticeable hesitation that it made you cock a brow for a moment.

“good luck.” it was all that he uttered, along with a gesticulation of him raising both fists. though serim’s mind spoke of different words, words he had little courage to let go of. at least not yet at that moment.

you gave him a smile, nodding your head afterward. “thank you.”

and off you go.

roaring crowds and camera clicks; the auditorium set up for the use of the fashion design students as they exhibit their works through their chosen models. formerly, you’d find yourself among the crowds, snapping pictures and admiring the clothes done by the other students. but this time, you found yourself clothed in a floral print silk-blend asymmetrical dress designed by serim himself.

the lights were blinding, being always part of the photographers, you were quite accustomed with how you were part of the persons behind the camera lense. serim was in the dressing room, watching the runway from the screen that displayed the live broadcast. some of your friends were among the crowds, your older brother even telling you before the show started that he’d be sure to take pictures of you.

fortunately, the few days of practice didn’t go to waste, no major mistakes happened when you modeled serim’s design. perhaps the only problem was you were a little stiff, something too trivial for some audience to notice.

as soon as you stepped by the backstage, serim’s proud smile welcomed you. unable to rest in the dressing room once he saw you getting out of the stage, he practically ran to meet you behind the curtains.

his eyes were filled with adoration, not just for the dress he finished making, but for the overall beauty you radiated. without much thought, he walked closer to you, soon wrapping you in an embrace. tight, yet gentle.

“you did well, y/n,” serim whispered, not letting go.

a soft chuckle was heard from you, your cheeks burning. “you did well,” you corrected. “please, it’s your design.”

“thank you.” releasing you, a smile lingered on his visage. “i’ll make you a better dress in the future.”

“you don’t have to, but thanks,” you replied before the two of you sunk into silence. regardless of how the surrounding was of heavy music and cheers, peace had found its way to emanate in the dimmed part of the area.

no words spoken, yet feelings poured when serim leaned closer. his lips easily capturing yours enough to make your heart pound in your chest, louder than it did while you were in the catwalk.

serim broke the kiss, his lips still close with yours. his eyes were of another glow when he uttered a set of words, familiar yet foreign. “i love you.”

once again, you were under his spell. soft kiss turning into a sloppy one once he guided you to a more secluded area. it would be such a waste to rip the dress off given that it was an original design, yet as the person who sewn each part of the clothing you were wearing, serim had his way to resolve the small dilemma.

the surrounding was silenced, your body frail under each of his touch, breath taken away, chest heaving. sure, it was a night you won’t be able to forget.

how can he forget about how the two of you practically lived with each other for years?

the exuberance exuded while the two of you carried several boxes into an empty unit you called home. maybe it wasn’t really about the place, but it was who you were with. his arms served as a shelter. his hand caught tears of both happiness and sadness. his lips pressed affection that no one else could offer. everywhere with serim was of comfort, of tranquility— a home.

living with another person, being under a single roof wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to adjust to. throughout the first few months of living together, your head was filled with memories of sheer trial and error as the two of you tried to learn the curves. this included adjusting for each other or at least compromising for what the other likes that the other doesn’t. silly mistakes became such a fond memory.

the smell of burnt food that wafted in the air when the two of you decided to stay on the balcony while cooking dinner. astonished by the stars and the almost endless stories that passed on both lips the meal you were preparing was left neglected. that night, the two of you shared bitter food of dark exterior, quite hard to swallow. but the laughter that filled the house after the incident lifted up each other’s mood. despite the bad-tasting meal, it was probably one of the best dinners you had in that apartment.

it didn’t end there. who would forget about the laundry disaster that rendered one of serim’s white long sleeves saturated with colors you weren’t sure what to call. the mixture of forget-me-not blue and azalea pink stood as the most distinguishable pigment along with the other colors. serim only let out of a chuckle at what occurred, even joking that maybe the two of you could start a business of dying white clothing in such a way.

the best memory thus far was a late-night run by the convenience store when the two of you were chasing a morning deadline. a grumbling stomach that broke the mutual silence the two of you exchanged, along with a suspecting look that ended up with laughter.

“let’s buy some food,” serim suggested, removing the tape measure from his shoulder and settling it to the mannequin.

you hit save on your laptop, the editing could wait for a few minutes.

pulling yourself off the chair, you gazed at him with a smile. it wasn’t a surprise that he had the same beam, as bright as the morning, regardless of how the evening was already crawling onto the whole city. sometimes, you wondered how a simple smile could give you so much energy. what kind of magic does a beam flashed by the person you love hold?

a few snacks picked up by the convenience store; a bag in his hand, your hand on the other as the two of you walked back to your unit. the evening sky and the soft gush of wind amplifying the peacefulness provided by the city. no words were exchanged, yet the silence was enough of a word.

deadlines momentarily escaping the mind as you allowed yourself to be engulfed by his presence. his soft voice breaking the silence, the phrase that left his lips drew a curve on your lips. “i love you, y/n.” you weren’t looking at him, but you could perceive the smile he had. “so much.”

“i know,” you replied.

serim’s steps became slower as he looked at you, waiting for the actual response. with a tilted head and shining eyes that reflected your figure and the street lights, his gaze didn’t waver.

a chuckle left your lips, finding yourself lost in his eyes for a moment. “i love you too, serim.” you squeezed his hand, cueing him to continue walking. “so much.”

sighing out of content, a radiant smile decorated his lips.

at that moment, the two of you wished nothing more but just to be next to each other for as long as life would grant you.

how can he forget about your first anniversary?

it wasn’t grand, just the two of you sitting by the balcony. the bouquet he bought abandoned on the dinner table as the two of you gushed over plans you were sure were realistic enough to be achieved. your eyes twinkling with mirth, a lifetime with him sure was the ideal one you’d want to spend.

“y/n,” despite being just beside you, serim called.

you looked at him with a brow raised, catching his eyes on yours. “mhm?”

a smile simply spread onto his lips before he broke the gaze. his hand seeking for an item inside the pocket of his hoodie, a small box retrieved afterward. there, a necklace sat. the pendant was of a ring that was not entirely decorated with fancy stones, rather a lone blue sapphire stone was on it.

“the pendant is a promise ring,” serim explained before scooting closer to you. his hand reached for the back of your head while the necklace rested on your skin. he locked the jewelry on your neck, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead after.

you were silent the whole time, not because you didn’t like the gesture. but because you were sure words wouldn’t be enough to express the satisfaction and light feeling that was blanketing your heart.

serim had a faint smile as he admired the necklace for a moment. just like you, his heart was in an ocean of peaceful joy. lifting his head to look at you directly, he gave your lips a light peck. “i’ll buy you a better one once we’re ready for it.”

“thank you.” your countenance mirrored the same expression serim had— of joy and serenity. “i love you so much.”

“i love you too.” serim leaned in for another quick kiss, swift yet lingering. “i can’t wait to spend a lifetime with you.”

the evening droned on and on with the two of you staying by the balcony, exchanging conversations about the future. two hearts in one home, seemingly able to find the path where both can hold each other’s hand. minds filled with dreams where the other can also be spotted. a considerably spacious studio apartment became the foundation of your plans and dreams.

aspirations that soon became the neglected cause of why your relationship with him gradually crumbled down.

how can he forget about your very first fight?

gazes that held no definite emotion, silence that cut through the air— it was all an unfamiliar experience, hard to swallow. something that you weren’t able to forget easily as it was the first time you’ve ever seen serim with such a cold expression.

the coaster of shows on the television had long passed, a few recaps played. something that wasn’t really able to get a hold of your attention. your mind drifting elsewhere and the few notifications appearing on your phone were the only ones that managed to pull you out of your daze momentarily.

“where’s serim?” for the nth time that day, you asked. the room was quiet with only a few chatters from the screen in front of you. the evening was growing older and older, but you haven’t received any message about serim's whereabouts. neither had he sent you a message the whole afternoon.

worried, you opted to stay up and wait for him. even prepared a meal that can be easily heated so he can have something to eat once he arrives in case he hasn’t eaten anything yet.

with the door clicking, you were quick to get off the couch. the faint footsteps signaling you right away.

“you’re finally home,” you said, a smile easily located on your brim. only for it to melt away at the sight of serim’s stern look. his gaze piercing through, enough for chills to trace your spine.

he walked past you, not even offering you the regular hugs and kisses he would do every time he’d arrive. all that was left were cold stares. something you attempted to break. and heck did you regret doing so.

“why haven’t you been answering your phone? have you already eaten?” the worry you had accumulated coming through in waves of questions.

a sigh was emitted out of his mouth as he went to get himself a drink. it seemed like a verbal response was not an option for him since he continued to ignore your questions. at this point, it was as if there was no one else in the room. it was like you weren’t there.

“did something happen, serim?”

a minute. it was all it took for the entirety of your relationship to come to an unknown turn. the curve strange, it crawled to the skin with such a frigid touch enough for your stomach to flip horribly.

“can you give me a break?” serim hissed, a glare shoot in your direction. his voice growing power word after word. your breath was taken away, how can words suffice to make you feel so small? he placed his glass on the sink, the item almost meeting its demise. he turned to look at you once again. “can’t you see, i’m tired?”

“i waited for you.” the words spilled out of your lips, disappointment hugging your tone.

“who told you to wait for me?” serim snarled and before you knew it, you were already standing on the same page. similar expression, different cause. yours were anchored in concern, while his were of fatigue from the whole day of heavy workload. those seemed to have lulled both of your senses, blinding each other.

“oh well, i was just worried about you because you didn’t send me a message the whole afternoon up to this point.”

“do i really need to report my actions to you?”

“no, but you have to at least tell me if you’re going home late.” your voice gradually softened, a tear held back.

no, you can’t cry. no, not in front of him. no.

“i was worried,” you broke out. but it wasn’t enough for his fumes to dissolve. like gasoline poured into flames, each of your replies only intensified the exasperation boiling in his stomach.

“i’m going to rest.” serim sigh was audible as he stormed off to your room, leaving you with tears in your eyes.

a minute.

it only took half a minute for everything to fall out of its order. that fight wasn’t the last one and each passing day, the unit you once called home was stuck with unfamiliarity.

it was no longer a home.

how can he forget about that night?

cold meals by the table had your eyes fixated on them. the date encircled in red, a supposedly special day that turned bitter. different from how you used to spend it before—of laughter and warm touches— serim wasn’t there. he was far too involved with projects that your shared unit only became a short shelter. words were barely exchanged, yet alone gazes. you still sleep on the same bed as him, but no warmth was offered.

you weren’t sure which was better, to continue living with him even if it felt like you weren’t living with him or to have him gone in your life for real. regardless of the turns that occurred, the continuous erosion of your relationship, you couldn’t find it to yourself to let go. still tied by your attachment to the former serim.

a sigh left your lips, desolated gaze trailing on the table. you tried. but it seemed like those attempts were futile. it takes two people’s efforts. you can’t revive a relationship alone.

switching place, you went to the living room and sat by the couch. the place dimly lit by a lone lampshade. the city lights filtering through the window. the air gradually thickened around you, it held your throat in a vice grip. the photographs displayed by the shelves were foreign to you, despite how it was simply you and serim. it was like you were staring at completely different people. smiles had long been taken away, touches had melted, flutters subsided— all that was left was a terrible feeling of helplessness. something that seemed to guide you to nowhere. you were lost.

before, you were sure of how the story was to be written. how the chapters were to unfold. but right now, you weren’t even certain what would be on the next page. it was like the next ones were torn from the spine, gone. oh hell, you weren’t even sure what page you were on right now or if the story was bound to be written in the first place.

serim’s arrival went unnoticed at first. only until you heard the clink of the glass meeting the sink did you turn in his direction. an empty gaze was earned and for some reason you found yourself offering him a faint smile. a small gesture packed in pain that was quick to course through your senses.

sighing had become his way of greeting. dark circles under his eyes and the disheveled look emanated how his work had been weighing him. but your mouth was closed regardless of how you wanted to speak of reassurance and praise. it was strange, the inability to speak of warm words around him. why were you so held by fear?

“serim,” you called, breaking the floating silence.

he looked at you, eyes deep like he was examining a piece of fabric. it was enough for your stomach to churn. the stillness continued after your call. you weren’t sure how to continue it; it was as if his name was unnatural in your tongue. not only was your breath sucked, but also all the possible words had dissipated.

yet again another sigh as he tore his gaze away, stepping towards the bedroom. “i’m so tired, y/n,” he uttered, setting a line for you to not cross onto. “very tired.”

resurfacing on your brim was a smile. your eyes weren’t exactly skillful of lying though as tears soon gathered on it. heart hollowed in emptiness as if a scream would echo on its wall. likewise, your voice decided to betray you— shaking. “serim, i’m getting tired too.”

for a swift moment, serim tried to come up with an answer. but just like you, comforting words seemed to be an unfamiliar language. even aware of how a look would be inadequate, he only stared at you. his eyes don’t speak of words nor radiated comfort— it was vacant. lowering his head, he carded his fingers on his hair before letting go of a breath.

serim finally stepped inside the bedroom.

and that was how the two of you parted ways.

how can he forget about you?

it went on and on in your head, the question continuously striking.

a gush of autumn breeze pulled you out of your daze. serim was still looking at you, his eyes slowly lightening with recognition. a few blinks and he spoke. “oh, wait.” he tilted his head to the side. “y/n?”

you weren’t exactly sure what kind of answer to give, but you gave it your best to offer a faint smile. “yes.”

still— despite how other people were walking on the sidewalk and how vehicles passed by the road, the surrounding seemed to come to a stillness you didn’t ask for. denying and pushing away the feelings you’ve long ago tried to bury and made yourself believe that you’ve healed from only brought a new wave of pain. as if you were its child, sadness came to hug you.

just in time, the bus arrived as if to save you from further drowning in emotions you didn’t wish to engulf you in. to your surprise, serim also boarded in. while you chose to sit somewhere just nearby the driver, he went to the last row.

usually, your rides on the way home were the most relaxing ones. a time to just stare at the window and watch the night spread into the city. it will always be accustomed by jungmo asking you on and on about how your day went and also sharing about how his day went. but your brother wasn’t around for that kind of support right now. and you can’t blame him for it. you can’t blame anyone for this unexpected meeting with the person you never knew you’d ever meet again.

the ride was sickeningly slow, all you wished was to get home and allow your voice to echo in your room. to release the emptiness if it was even possible to empty something that was already vacant. the sky held no comfort. its color dissipated and all that was left was an empty canvas that like a broken record, played memories. it was silly how despite those quick memories popping in and out of your mind, questions still managed to penetrate.

serim was living in another city, why did he ride the same bus? was he to meet his new lover? maybe to meet an old friend?

or did he perhaps mean to meet you? this was a guess you despised. the hope it brought that maybe an answer for all the questions formed that night were to be given tasted bitter in your mouth and offered restlessness in the heart.

an urge to talk to him surfaced, but then you asked yourself why. why would you want to talk to him? for what?

despite being curious about the reason why he left that night, a certain fear crawled onto your senses. the fear of knowing.

what could knowing his reasons possibly bring you?

the time when the two of you loved each other wasn’t of the best timing. two newly graduates seeking career growth, wanting nothing but to achieve various goals. those were dreams drawn with the other person placed as a part of it. however, during the process of achieving those, that same person where the aspiration was rooted gradually disappeared from the mind. the path the two of you promised to take together came at crossroads and you ended up taking something different from what he preferred to go to.

at first, there was a powerful yearning that made the two of you grow more fond of each other. but it was slowly replaced by numbness towards it, making love such a foreign word.

you understood. but it wasn’t something you had fully accepted.

a familiar shed came to flash on the window, your stop nearing. and when the vehicle finally came to a halt, you gave serim a final glance. he was looking at you, not moving from his seat. dismissing the contact, you walked down the bus and began tracing the sidewalk with heavy steps.

disappointment curled into your stomach when you arrived near your house, realizing that the recurring questions will not be answered. however, fate played its game. anxiousness arose when once again you heard your name wrapped around serim’s voice.

you turned to look at him, his lips hesitant to let go of a word.

serim was also in deep thoughts, mind all over the place despite how he already had the resolution to talk to you, not to explain and justify himself, but to apologize for the damage done.

“i’m sorry for that night,” serim began, the initial words already clinging into his chest, weighing down. “i should’ve been more honest with you and trusted you more with my struggles.”

there was nothing serim wanted but to prove himself worthy of you. achieve things that could make you be proud of him and deem him as someone who deserves you. working up to late hours, diving into designs in order to perfect his craft. the thing was, he forgot that you already loved him even when he was simply that serim. that you loved him as park serim.

blinded by the goal, the mean diminished. as he was too caught up with it, he was no longer striding towards it for you, but for himself.

“it was selfish of me to decide for something we both should be deciding for. i left that night thinking it was better that way without even considering how you will feel,” serim continued, his voice weakening. he lifted his hand as if to hold you, but stopped midway. it fell to his side as he breathed in. “i’m sorry. i’m really sorry.”

“i was hurt, but you were probably hurt as well.” the way those words left your lips ever so calmly surprised you. “it wasn’t the most pleasant experience, but i hope we both learned from it.” a smile became evident on your visage. “promise me one thing serim, do not make the same mistake with your future lover.”

“i will not,” serim replied.

both of you never really imagined the end of your relationship and as the page of it was torn years ago, an ending was deemed impossible to earn. closing a book would never be that easy, but some stories were meant to end— yours included.

“also, this is for you.” serim handed you the paper bag he was holding. “i told you years ago that i’ll make you a better dress, and here it is. i figured that i wouldn’t be able to keep the promise laced on the ring i gave you before but i at least want to have one of my promises kept.”

you looked at the item for a moment before turning to serim once again. “thank you.”

“i also want you to know that i truly loved you.”

never at once did you doubt serim’s love for you. the thing about it is that people will grow and know love from a better perspective. know how to best keep it. know how to best show it. but it will not change the fact that back then, you felt that it was love.

serim had a single flaw and that was to hold everything to himself to the point that those created a wide gap between the two of you. the distance far enough that reaching his hand became impossible despite how you wanted to hold him.

and maybe during that time, parting was the best solution. and up to this point, it was too.

“it’s nice seeing you again, serim.”

“likewise, y/n.” a genuine smile crossed his lips. “goodbye?”

“goodbye.”

tonight, you gave him a piece of your heart. it was his, to begin with. whatever he was to do with it— keep it, throw it, crush it— it was a decision for him to make. keeping something that shouldn’t be there would only bring further destruction, it’s way better to have an empty spot in your heart rather than keep a damaged one.

the breeze embraced you. the goodbyes uttered were to serve as a beginning. there were new questions that formed and you knew there were tears that were yet to be spilled. but it was a start. opening a buried wound would never be pleasant, but it was way better to open it yourself than have it bare you.

staring at the newly planted hyacinth in the neighboring flower bed, you let go of a sigh. they will bloom in the spring. and you hoped that you would experience the same.

#cravitywriters #cravity imagines #cravity oneshots #cravity scenarios #cravity x reader #cravity angst #cravity fluff #serim x reader #serim #this has been in my drafts for quite a while... #finally got that push to post it u_u #cravity

[pekowithabat]

Can I please get some chubby body positivity with Korekiyo--- (I mean chubby reader who got bullied for their body shape pretty much in the past x Korekiyo) Thank you in adavance!

Also, GOOD LOOK ON YOUR DATE!!!!!!

JENAOSK TYSM!! It acctually went pretty well! Anyway, I don’t have that good a grasp on kork yet tbh, so I enlisted my friend-

I hope you enjoy it!!

Dm me if you want anything changing

Tw; mentions of previous bullying and problems regarding weight and abandonment

I look at myself in the mirror, disappointed as always. I stare into the abyss, completely zoned out. I remember it all happening as if it was yesterday. They would stare and snicker at me. *Such monstrosity. Skip a few meals, why doncha? Give the starved kids a chance.* I hated when they said that. When they would make me feel abnormal. When I felt my humanity snap out of my mind. I was no mortal. I was a monster. A chubby, hideous one.

I tried everything I could to change. Just for them. I would give it all up, just to be perfect for them, in hopes that I would be treated normally. I froze. I stare at the photo I took with my beloved partner. It was Korekiyo and me. He looked so pleased. But I was certain he wasn’t pleased because of me. I always would think of what my previous partners said. *I had to leave you. You’re just… big. I could never stay with someone like you.*

I was so scared. I felt as if one day, my beloved Korekiyo would part from me. Because of my body. Just like the others. What if… What if I was too big for his liking? I snapped out of my trance as my phone vibrated. I pick it up to see Korekiyo’s message. *”Is everything alright? I haven’t caught a glimpse of you all day.”*

I stopped in my tracks. I don’t want him to see me like this. He’d be horrified. I refuse to let him worry over me. I hesitantly reply to his message. *”Don’t worry. Everything is just fine.”*

Except it wasn’t. I just lied directly to my beloved. I felt heavier by the guilt. I faceplant onto my bed, not looking back at his response. I hear rapping at my door. It was none other than Korekiyo. I didn’t lock my door, so he entered himself. I felt his eyes staring at my figure. He tilts his head. “Is everything alright? I felt as if your reply was blunt.”

I didn’t respond. I was too lost in my thoughts. He sat down next to me, lightly caressing my hair. I look up at him. “What?”

“Oh my,” He places his hand over his mouth as his eyes widen. “I assume you’re not in a very joyful mood?” He questions. I sat up. “Sorry, Korekiyo. I’m just a bit paranoid.”

“About what?” He inquires. “Did someone hurt you? Need I tear out someone’s nerves?” He balls his hand into a fist out of disgust. I snicker at him. “No need,” I said. I frowned again. “It’s just something that’s been on my mind for a while.”

“Note that you do not need to keep anything from me. I will not think about you any different. You are my lover, after all.”

“Well…” I fiddle with my hair. “I was wondering if... you actually like me,” I said quietly. He lifts my head up to face him. “Of course I do. You’re my beloved. I will always admire you no matter what.” He pulls me into a hug. I started to cry. He attempted to catch a glimpse of my face. I was all red, tears streaming down my eyes, getting his rosegold sweater soaked.

“What happened? Why are you weeping?” He asked. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was cry. I made an attempt to speak. “Please... don’t leave... me.”

“Why would I leave you? I have no reason to.”

“My… My weight…” I managed to say. He stares at me in shock. “I wouldn’t leave you for your weight. I think it’s admirable, just like the rest of you.” He hugs tighter. “Look, I really like you for your personality. I adore your positivity.”

“...Really?” I said, calming down a bit. He closes his eyes and nods. “That’s why I want to be with you for the rest of our days. Simply because I like your smile, and how it brightens up the room. I like how welcoming you are. You’re perfect and admirable in my eyes. If others find it difficult to see that, then they are missing out.”

“...Thanks, Kiyo…” I sniffled. He nods. “Of course, my beloved.”

\\Oh my god first Drabble in a while Bois- 🥲👍//

#[🍩i want to aim for the highest mountaintop🍩] request accepted #danganronpa korekiyo #korekiyo x reader #danganronpa

[theaviskullguy]

since yall need to see it

i have a coroika fantasy/dnd au (it has some dnd elements but its not directly a dnd au) so have this

Goggles: Chaotic neutral human rouge

Noble background

thief

he a stealy boi

but he’s got a heart of gold

back when he was a noble he saw that there was a lot of people that needed help that his family didn’t even think about helping

so goggles took to stealing from his family and other’s riches and giving them to the poor.

As a result he was disowned and cast out from his family and earned the name “Blue Bandit” due to his thieving habits and his blue hair

Rider: Neutral good human barbarian

Soldier background

Basically Rider was born into a magic-using family but was known as the family disappointment by his parents and extended family since he had none of his own (his siblings were chill about it)

So he thought that he could make them proud by joining the military and becoming a hero of his village

And he did but his parent’s still hated him simply because he had no magic

So, Rider left his village to find something else to do

Army: True Neutral half-elf warlock

Noble background

Patron: Actually one I came up with named Phyria. She’s a fiend patron but she give extra fire spells

anyways, Army comes from a line of kings, each worshipping Phyria, known as the Blaze Kings.

Army’s father was the first to act as a Tyrant. He wanted to rule the world and groomed Army to do the same.

Basically, Army was manipulated to believe that he was the only one who was “pure”. Everyone else were filthy wrongdoers.

When Army’s dad died, it wasn’t made public, and Army ruled as The Blaze King with people still believing his father was the ruler

He got news of a rebellion (basically the gang having decided to go and stop him) and decided to go down and masquerade as...well, himself kind of.

As he traveled with them he began to question all he was taught to believe. 

So basically the gang lead him through an unintentional redemption arc.

Aloha: Chaotic good human bard

Entertainer background

of course aloha’s a bard

anyways, his parents died when he was 5 and he was taken in by his uncle, who ran a tavern.

As he grew up he learned how to make food, serve drinks, and became pretty well-liked in the town

But what Aloha really liked was the traveling bards that came and went at the tavern. He’d learn their songs by ear and sing along.

It came to the point where he was gifted a lute by one of them and his uncle sent him off to learn how to be a proper bard

And when Aloha came back ten years later his town had been burned down. Literally no one was left, and everything was just in ashes

Other than this one knife that had the tavern’s symbol on it.

So, Aloha took it with him in his travels.

He still has it and he still uses the lute given to him by the bard so long ago.

Mask: Chaotic neutral undead drow necromancer

hermit background

“Dude you made him an accidental lich” -My DM friend when I was explaining my idea to them

Basically Mask always had a close connection to the dead

He’d be mourning people he didn’t even know, he would talk to seemingly the void whenever at a grave, and he was always pretty close to death himself, being a pretty sickly person

So when he became an adult he hid himself in a cave, practicing his craft of necromancy

He brought back a sick cat he named Ash who decided to follow him around

Anyways as for the undead part

One day Mask got a nasty infection and he went to the market to get a cure

and he was scammed, getting a nasty poison instead

so Mask drank it and died, but somehow he came back as an undead himself

he decided “fuck it” and went off adventuring along with Ash

Skull: Lawful good Drow-Wood elf ranger

Urchin background

So basically Skull was born to two moms; a drow huntress and a wood elf archer.

He tends to look more like a drow though

anyways, he learned how to fight, hunt, gather, and shoot a bow and arrow thanks to his moms

he was also raised in a really pretty forest

his parents do be living the cottagecore dream...

anyways one day skull came back home after hunting (he had caught a raven all by himself and wanted to show his moms) when he found-suprise suprise-that his house had burnt down

his moms were alright and sent him to live in the city with his grandparents, while they go on a mission to find out who did this

problem is his grandparents hadn’t seen him before and don’t really like drow

so they kicked him-a 12 year old in elf years btw-on the streets

he taught himself to survive in the city-he didn’t know the way back to the forest-and after a few years of begging on the streets, and occasionally stealing, he finally had enough for a bow, quiver, and arrows. And he knew he could sustain himself by hunting for his own food and selling what he didn’t need

so he did just that

he commissioned a bow, arrows, and quiver and in the process met aviators- a wood elf who really loved crafting of any kind-who took on the job and made him a beautiful bow

as thanks, even though he payed, skull always made sure to give avi and his family extra food he collects.

and as time went on he and avi fell in love because aviskull supremacy

But later avi was relocated to a different city, so Skull and him made a promise to get married when they next saw each other

since then, skull joined the gang, took down a tyrant, and is now just searching for avi along the gang’s adventures

Prince: Lawful good High elf cleric

Acolyte background

basically-this is also emp’s backstory too-prince, emp, and prince’s twin regent are royals of a magic-based kingdom

but you see regent didn’t really like non magics, and thought they should be slaves under his rule

Prince and Emperor didn’t like that, so Emperor challenged Regent to a duel

you see, in the case of multiple heirs to the throne, the strongest one would ascend to become the ruler.

it would be prince, seeing as in addition to being a healer, his patron had given him a spellbook, filled with plenty of dark and powerful spells

but clerics and priests are forbidden to take on positions of political power.

so regent and emperor fought in battle and regent won, becoming king and his first act was exiling prince and emperor on the spot, not even letting them take the things in their rooms.

regent thought that, since prince had left his spellbook in his room, that he could now have access to the power his twin had, but prince was clever

when he had received the book, he placed a curse on it so only he may use it without repercussions. Anyone who even so much touched it would get a nasty curse only Prince or his patron can lift

 anyways so now regent’s paranoid that prince would somehow return, take the spellbook, and kill regent

also prince has a familiar with him; his kitten, kia.

Emperor: Lawful neutral High Elf Sorceror

Noble background

basically same backstory as prince tbh not much to say

Gloves: Chaotic Good halfling Druid

Outlander background

Basically, in the village they lived in, pink eyes are considered bad luck. so when gloves opened their eyes to show pink, their parents left them to die in the woods

jokes on them

Gloves was found and literally raised by wolves until they were 10 in halfling years

Then they got found by two human hunters and was taken in

Gloves just. ran away from them. They hated being constrained and punished for even mentioning that they missed the pack

They never found the pack again, but after years in the woods, they learned how to transform into a wolf themselves.

Nothing too big after that, just the bab joins the group and now the gang has a wolf enby!!!

And i dont have anything for Vintage...suggestions are welcome!!!!

#splatoon #coroika #coroika au #coroika aloha #coroika army #coroika rider #coroika gloves #coroika prince #coroika emperor #coroika skull #coroika mask #coroika goggles #Galax Writes #dnd au

[somethinginthewayiam]

Request - Dark alley

a/n: I’m sorry @scorpionchild81​ that it took so long for me to answer your request, I didn’t forget about you. I’m not used to writing angsty stories so this was a real challenge for me. But thank you for trusting me with your idea and giving me a chance to improve as a writer. I hope you like how it turned out!

Pairing: Henry x plus-size reader

Warnings: physical assault, language, brutality, fluff at the end

Words: 2735

Summary: It’s pretty much all in the request...

Ever since you and Henry made your relationship official, you’ve been receiving quite the amount of hate, mostly over Instagram. You figured that it would probably be problematic since you weren’t the skinniest girl and you’re not what you call a “model-type”, someone Henry would clearly deserve, but he chose you. You thought you had braced yourself enough before going public, but sadly that wasn’t the case.

Henry reassured you every day that you weren’t only enough for him, but everything he could have ever dreamed of and it always calmed you down. You had always restrained yourself from answering any DMs you got or commenting under hate posts until they got really personal and you just had to clap back.

You might have gone a little overboard as you were a bit drunk when it happened. Also, Henry was away filming and not there to distract you as usual. You didn’t think about it any further that night and went to sleep.

A few days later, you were walking home from work, it was already late. You always put in the extra hours when Henry was away. You didn’t like spending too much time home alone and you had at least another two weeks of that.

You took a short cut, a little dark alley you always took, you didn’t even think too much about it until you heard steps behind you. You threw a little look over your shoulder and saw about three women a few feet behind you. As they were just women, you didn’t think about it too much and kept on walking.

After another few steps, you felt them coming closer quite quickly. You threw another look over your shoulder and this time, the one in the middle, a tall brown-haired woman, made eye contact with you. “Can I help you?”, you asked, stopping in your steps and turning around.

“Yeah, why don’t you apologize for being such a piece of shit?”, she came straight at you. “Excuse me?!”, you asked her with big eyes. The women to her left and right crossed their arms in front of their bodies and stared at you.

“I read your comment on my post, bitch. Does Henry know how you talk to his fans? You should be happy he even looks at you. I don’t know he manages to get hard around your big ass body, so gross. Does he fuck you with his eyes closed thinking of his exes?”, she threw at you. At that moment you realized that she was the one that had posted the hate you replied to a couple of days ago.

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know what you’re talking about”, you opposed. “Don’t tell me to shut up, bitch. Our man has suffered enough being with a stupid ass bitch like you and we have enough. It’s time for you to get your fat ass out of here and leave him alone”, she said as she came at you.

She raised her hand in an attempt to bitch-slap you across the face but you blocked her arm with yours. But while you were concentrated on the one in front of you, you didn’t see her friend coming at you from the side. Before you could even turn around, you felt a sharp pain in your knee as she kicked it. Your knees gave in and you dropped to the floor.

Next, you felt some hands pushing you to the ground and you landed on your side, your head hitting the street. Your hands came up to cover your face.

You felt a kick in your ribs and the sharp pain caused you to feel nauseous. Something heavy hit your head. It felt like someone’s handbag. Something rough on the bags outside scratched over your forehead and you felt a stinging pain.

“Stop! Please stop!”, you tried to scream but your voice was so weak. You pulled your legs close to your body, just waiting for it to be over. Your whole body was hurting but you also felt kind of numb. It was so surreal, you never thought something like this would ever happen to you.

“Hey, get off her! Stop it! I called the police!”, you heard someone shout. Your right ear was ringing after they threw the bag on your head again. And suddenly it stopped. You heard screams and quick steps on the street as the three women were running away. You didn’t dare to get your hands off your face.

You heard shuffling steps coming towards you and braced yourself for another attack, thinking they had come back. When you felt a hand on your upper arm, you flinched, turning away, bracing yourself for another attack.

“They’re gone, you’re safe”, you heard another woman’s voice. “Shh, it’s all going to be alright now”, she said and tried to get you to look at her.

You slowly put your hands down, blinking at the street lights behind her. You were looking at a slightly older woman, maybe in her late fifties. “Oh my god, dear. We need to get you to a hospital. Come on”, she said and helped you up.

Your whole body was shaking, your legs were weak. On the side where your knee got kicked, you limped. With the help of the woman, she got you out of the little alley and onto the main road. She called a taxi and drove with you to the emergency room.

She explained to the nurse what happened and stayed with you during the whole exam. She also didn’t leave your side when they called the police for you to give a statement. The woman that had practically saved you gave her statement as well.

When the officers asked you if you wanted to press charges, you negated out of fear this would happen again, that they would find you again. But your savior encouraged you to do it anyway, advising you to not give them the power over you. So, you did press charges against anonymous. The woman helped you with the descriptions of the women’s looks and appearances.

When you left the hospital with your guardian angel, you had three bruised ribs and a bruised knee on your right side and a little cut on your forehead. Thankfully, you didn’t need stitches, but you had several stripes holding the wound together. You also had a mild concussion from several hits to your head.

“Is someone waiting for you at home, dear?”, she asked you, looking concerned, when you were waiting for your taxi in front of the hospital. “Yes, I’ll be fine”, you lied to her, not knowing you actually wasn’t lying.

What you didn’t know at this point was that Henry had come home earlier. He didn’t call or text you to surprise you. He went grocery shopping and made you dinner. When you didn’t show up at your usual time, he just figured you were working overtime as you used to do when he was away shooting a movie or his new tv show The Witcher.

When it got pretty late, he was checking his phone for any messages. He called your phone but it went straight to voicemail. Maybe you were out with some of your girlfriends. He packed up the dinner in boxes and put it in the fridge. But he wanted to wait up for you.

 When you came home, some painkillers in your bag, you were limping to your door. You didn’t notice the light was on in your house.

Just when you closed the door behind you, you heard quick taps of paws on your wooden floors before Kal came sprinting towards you. “Hey! What are you doing here?”, you said surprised, really happy to see him.

The big dog was so excited to see you, he ran around you and jumped up to lick your face. You spun around to follow him and got down on your knees to pat him, hissing at the pain in your right knee. You shifted your weight on your left leg as you ran your hand through his fur, facing the front door.

Henry came out of the living room and leaned against the doorframe, watching the two of you with a smile. He was happy to see you again even if it was just your back for now.

You were so happy to see your favorite bear again, especially in this hour of need. You were so happy that you didn’t think for a moment that wherever Kal was, Henry was too.

“Hey, my love. I thought you’d never come home tonight”, he said and you froze in your movements. Kal wanted you to keep petting him and nudged your hand with his nose, pushing his head forward in excitement and pressing into your right side like he normally did. You hissed as the sharp pain shot through your whole body, your hand holding your side.

“I wanted to surprise you, so I didn’t call…”, he continued until he heard you hissing. “Are you alright, Y/N?”, he asked and pushed himself off the doorframe.

Fuck, you needed to face him now. You thought you had at least two weeks to heal your wounds and then just say you hit your head on an open cabinet door or something.

You rose to your feet and slowly turned around. As soon as Henry laid eyes on the bandage on your forehead his eyes got big and he came over to you with two big steps.

“Y/N, what the hell happened to you? Oh my god!”, he cupped your face, gently turning your head to get a better look at your forehead. “It’s nothing, really”, you tried to play it down. “This doesn’t look like nothing”, he said and his voice rose. You could clearly see how terrified he was, but you weren’t able to look him in the eyes. You already had a lump in your throat, you feared that if you looked at him directly, you would lose it completely.

He grabbed the hem of your shirt, wanting to lift it up where you flinched when Kal touched you. You put a hand on his and pushed it down. “Please, don’t”, you said. When you looked at his face and saw the mortified expression on his face, your eyes filled with tears. You felt the teardrops running down your cheeks, wetting your skin.

“Baby, what happened?”, he whispered, tears shimmering in his eyes. You bit down on your bottom lip as you felt a sob creeping up your throat. “Please, you need to tell me what happened, I’m going crazy”, he said. More tears fell from your eyes.

“Were you attacked?”, he asked and you slowly nodded your head, not trusting your voice. “Did someone try to…”, he asked but had to pause. He closed his eyes for a second, his jaw tense. “R-ra…”, he started, but you quickly shook your head. “No, no, I wasn’t raped”, you quickly said with a shaky voice. Henry exhaled loudly, slightly relieved that you weren’t abused in that way.

You cupped his face and pulled him down for a light kiss on the lips, trying to reassure him. Then you let go and limped past him towards the living room. “Y/N, you’re limping!”, he called out as he watched you move.

You went straight to your liquor cabinet and grabbed the whiskey bottle. You filled some of the liquid into a glass and swallowed it all in one sip. Okay, maybe not the best idea with the painkillers you took, but you need this right now.

When you turned around, Henry stood in the middle of the living room, watching you. You took a deep breath which hurt your ribs and winced. Henry wanted to come over to you but you stopped him with your hand held up.

You slowly grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up on your right side, revealing a big, dark bruise that had formed over the course of the night. You heard Henry gasp and looked up. His eyes were filled with tears again, a hand covering his mouth.

“Let’s sit down”, you said, reached out, grabbed his hand and walked with him to the couch.

 You told him everything that had happened tonight, including the nice lady that had helped you and you told him that you already pressed charges against your attackers. Henry got angrier with every word as you spoke. Over the course of your story, he needed a drink himself. Kal had lain down by your feet, feeling the tension in the room.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you”, he said and ran his hand through his hair. He then took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and giving your knuckles a gentle kiss, letting his lips linger on your skin as he tried to collect himself.

“It’s my own fault, I shouldn’t have made those comments on Instagram, I…”, “No! Don’t excuse their behavior. Nothing what you said or could have said gave them the right to physically assault you”, interrupted you, his voice loud and strong.

“Baby, please calm down”, you said and squeezed his hand. “No, I can’t calm down”, he said and pulled his hand from yours. He reached for his phone on the coffee table. His thumbs flew across the screen. “Baby, what are you doing?”, you asked him, leaning over to glimpse at his phone, but your bruised ribs made you stop.

“I’m posting on Instagram what happened to you, making clear that no real fans of me would ever even talk ill about or to you, let alone assault you”, he said while his thumbs kept flying over this screen, hastily writing something.

You grabbed his phone from his hands, taking it away from him. “Henry, no!”, you said and put his phone behind you. “Give me my phone back, Y/N”, he said and held his hand out. “No”, you shook your head.

“Henry, baby, please, listen to me”, you said and grabbed his hand. You brought it up to your face and kissed the back of his hand before holding it between your hands close to your heart. “You’re outraged right now, you should NOT post on social media”, you said slowly, over-pronouncing every word.

“Please, Henry. I had a long night, I’m very tired and in a lot of pain. I just want to go to bed and I want you next to me”, you said with a low voice, almost whispering. Henry’s features got softer as he listened to you. He took a deep breath and then slowly nodded.

“You’re right, Y/N. You’re absolutely right, I’m sorry. Let’s go to bed”, he said and got up from the couch. He helped you up as well and walked you over to the stairs. He picked up your purse from the floor at the front door and brought it with him as he guided you upstairs.

He helped you change out of your clothes and into your pajamas. When he saw your bruises again, you could see his jaw tensing up. You caressed his cheek and gave him a gentle kiss to calm him down.

He brought you a glass of water so you could take your pain meds before he changed out of his clothes and into his pajama pants.

You had to sleep on your left side. Henry cuddled up to your backside, putting his arm over your hips, careful not to touch any part of you that was hurt.

You had actually been afraid to go to sleep tonight on your taxi ride home from the emergency room. You were so happy that Henry was home, you felt much safer with him right next to you. You felt a tear escaping your closed eyes and running down your cheek.

“I’m so happy you are home”, you mumbled into the dark bedroom, not sure if Henry was still awake, your hand on his arm that was draped over you. He entangled his fingers with yours, squeezing them reassuringly and pressed a kiss to your neck. “I’m right here”, he whispered. “I love you”, you said and sobbed lightly. “I love you too, Y/N”, he said and his thumb caressed the back of your hand as he pressed another kiss to your neck.

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