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venor (10) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 4,022

○ Warnings: Minor violence, lots of kissing and hickey-giving

○ Notes: Today's chapter is a bit shorter because I decided to split the chapter in two. The good news is that after this chapter, there's no more angst for our babies 🥹

○ Post Date: March 17, 2024

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Jungkook remembers with clarity the first time he attended a kickboxing class. As part of a new athletic curriculum at the university’s gym, Jungkook signed up for kickboxing classes to strengthen his body, not for sparring or self-defense. When Jungkook learned that prey hybrids, especially rabbit hybrids, were seen as timid and weak in society, he was determined to be different. The desire wasn’t to prove everyone wrong; Jungkook has never looked to other people for acceptance. Jungkook wanted to show his narrow-minded parents and the world that forcing people into boxes isn’t so easy.

People don’t belong in boxes. Not Jungkook, or Taehyung, or even Byungchul. Unfortunately, not everyone wants to believe that truth.

“Shit, bun, are you okay?” Taehyung reaches for Jungkook, but Jungkook doesn’t move.

It takes Jungkook a few seconds to reorient himself after Jackson knocks him over. The fall was more disarming than it was painful. Either from shock or being braver than he thinks he is, Jungkook doesn’t tremble in fear as he gazes up at the horrible scene playing out before him.

Jackson recovers much faster. Blood trickles from a split in his bottom lip and his blazing orange tail is bristled from the sudden assault, putting his instincts into overdrive. From what Jungkook has learned about Jackson, he’s more level-headed than Taehyung’s other friends, making it all the more shocking when he lunges for Byungchul.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jackson hollers and lets out a loud yelp when Taehyung grabs him by the waist to stop him from attacking Byungchul.

“Jackson–”

“Let me go! Fucking let me go, hyung!”

In Jungkook’s peripheral vision, he sees Suyun push through the crowd that has formed a wide circle around the friends. No one bothers helping Taehyung calm Jackson and Byungchul down, the latter shouting curses and turning even redder in the face.

Jungkook wonders if fights like this are normal and if that’s why the other predators merely look on with curiosity rather than concern. Meanwhile, his heart is pounding so quickly that it hurts like it’s growing in size with each beat and taking up so much room in his chest that his lungs can’t expand.

“Jackson,” Suyun calls out with outstretched arms, attempting to beckon him away from Taehyung and Byungchul.

When Jackson doesn’t even look at Suyun, she steps closer. She’s on wobbly legs, and her eyes are brimmed red from drinking or crying or both. She isn’t a threat, but Taehyung growls at her like she is.

Jungkook draws in an audible gasp when Taehyung bares his teeth at Suyun with his pupils dark and dilated and his ears lying flat in his curls. He looks wild, even feral. Jungkook is reminded of the danger he felt crawling up his spine when he first met Taehyung. Tall and broad, Taehyung wears intimidation with ease.

Immediately cowering, Suyun retracts her steps until she bumps into Hoseok, who has snuck up behind her. He places a calm hand on her shoulder and whispers something to her that Jungkook can’t hear. With Taehyung’s display of dominance, the crowd starts to buzz to life, passing whispers and shouts between each other until the entire room erupts in noise that drowns out Jungkook’s ability to think straight.

Everyone is distracted.

Everyone is distracted, and they don’t notice the fear that radiates from Byungchul, turning his scent so bitter that Jungkook practically tastes it on the back of his tongue. Despite being sensitive to smells, Jungkook has always had difficulty picking out the pheromones of other hybrid species. With Byungchul, though, his reaction to Taehyung is so strong that even Jungkook senses it, making his entire body shudder with how horrible it is as it washes over him. He thinks Byungchul will back down, hoping with his entire soul that whatever pissed Byungchul off will fall away, so Byungchul can calm down enough for Hoseok to help him.

Instead, Byungchul’s fear fuels him. Jungkook practically sees it ripple through him, puffing out his chest and giving him the renewed energy to wind up his arm with a fist toward Taehyung, who is still struggling to calm Jackson down.

Taehyung, Jungkook’s sweet Taehyung, who is nothing like the pained, panicked animal Jungkook sees him as right now.

Rabbit hybrids are known for moving quickly. In high school, Jungkook was on the track and field team, humbly becoming one of the star students despite his quiet personality. It was all for fun then, nothing serious, but now Jungkook uses his natural skill to his advantage when he springs up from the floor and punches someone for the first time in his twenty-one years.

It hurts worse than the punching bag Jungkook was accustomed to using during his kickboxing classes, his knuckles meeting the bony edge of Byungchul’s jaw. He thinks he hears a crack, isn’t sure if it is his hand or Byungchul’s face, and watches Byungchul’s large frame stumble back and crumble to the floor.

“Jungkook!”

Multiple people shout his name, but Jungkook stares blankly at Byungchul groaning on the floor, his bottom lip split down the middle like Jackson’s.

“I… I didn’t mean to,” Jungkook says with an airy, faraway voice. His hands won’t stop shaking, even when Taehyung grabs them to inspect his reddened knuckles. “I didn’t. I didn’t mean to. I just, I, he was going to…”

Jungkook punched someone. He made Byungchul bleed.

Despite that, Byungchul ignores Jungkook when he stares up at Taehyung and Jackson from his position on the floor, with his hand cradling one side of his face.

“If you keep letting them around, what happens to us?” he spits, and his saliva is speckled with blood that lands on his white t-shirt. “There won’t be anywhere for us! ”

Byungchul’s bitter fear mingles with the acidic bile rising in Jungkook’s throat. He closes his eyes as Taehyung runs his fingers through his sweaty hair and whispers that everything will be okay.

Will it? Can it?

“Come on, we need to get him outside. I think he’s having a panic attack.”

Jungkook thinks he hears Taehyung, maybe Hoseok. He can’t breathe without being hit with Byungchul’s bitter pheromones, can’t listen to anything but Byungchul’s heavy breathing and the frantic buzz of the crowd, can’t open his eyes without seeing a few of Byungchul’s friends helping him off the floor and wiping at his face.

“He’s afraid,” Jungkook whispers as he feels someone hook their arm around the back of his thighs and use the other to cradle his back when they lift him up bridal style.

“Who?” Taehyung asks through gritted teeth as he carries Jungkook through the house.

“Byungchul.”

Taehyung snorts.

“Good. He fucking should be.”

Jungkook is serious, though. His soul aches even as Taehyung’s scent calms him, forcing his heart to slow and his breathing to regulate. He wonders if Taehyung does this intentionally, emitting relaxing pheromones, or if he’s just like this.

Before, Jungkook was afraid of Byungchul. Byungchul seemed intimidating, intentionally hateful, and downright discriminatory.

But now? As one of Taehyung’s friends helps him lower Jungkook into the passenger seat of Taehyung’s car, Jungkook realizes he isn’t afraid of Byungchul anymore. He isn’t even angry at Byungchul; he pities him.

Byungchul is just like Jungkook’s parents. The fear of the unknown is a valid fear. Not everyone handles fear like that well.

Jungkook doesn’t know how to say all of this to Taehyung. He wants to, but when he finally opens his eyes and watches Taehyung slide into the driver’s seat, Jungkook can tell that he still has that wild look. Though the rest of his body is calm, Taehyung’s eyes tell the story of what’s happening inside him. Jungkook has learned to read Taehyung through his eyes when he can’t understand anything else.

Taehyung must sense Jungkook looking at him. At the next stoplight, he reaches over to squeeze Jungkook’s thigh.

“I’m sorry.” Taehyung’s voice is tight and rough like it’s being forced out from deep within his chest.

There’s no reason for him to apologize; none of this is his fault. Jungkook doesn’t try arguing with him, though. Instead, he hums softly and misses Taehyung’s touch when he pulls away.

It feels strange to let Taehyung take care of him like this. He even brings Jungkook to his dorm without asking because he knows Jungkook won’t want to be alone, and he’s not in the proper state to be around Yoongi right now.

They’re quiet as they slip into Taehyung’s dorm, careful not to bring attention to themselves since Jungkook isn’t supposed to be there, and he’s already radiating nervous energy that could set someone off.

Hoseok is still at the party, dealing with Byungchul, so the apartment is dark and quiet when Taehyung holds the door open for Jungkook to step inside. The moment Taehyung closes the door behind them, he ushers Jungkook down the hall toward his bedroom.

“Clothes,” Taehyung commands, his voice still tight and his molars digging into each other to make his jaw muscles flex.

“What clothes?”

“Change,” Taehyung grunts with a nod toward his bedroom door.

Jungkook chews his bottom lip as he stares at Taehyung. His makeup is nearly smudged off, and his bunny ears and tail are gone, probably trampled somewhere on Jackson’s floor. Despite the messy appearance and crazy look, Taehyung is gorgeous, as always.

It saddens Jungkook to see Taehyung reduced to this grunting, scowling, animalistic self. Tonight was their first date, and it has ended in the worst way possible.

With a sigh, Jungkook gives Taehyung a small smile and turns toward Taehyung’s dresser, where he’ll find soft sweatpants and a t-shirt to change into. He should probably shower as well, but he’s unsure he has the energy to do so. All he wants to do is cuddle in bed with Taehyung, and he hopes that’s Taehyung’s intention for bringing Jungkook home. He’s so shaken up by everything that happened with Byungchul at the party that he isn’t even nervous about getting into such an intimate position with Taehyung.

Jungkook’s fingers just barely brush the drawer handle when Taehyung grabs his hips and pulls him backward. It hurts somewhat when he shoves Jungkook up against the wall, Jungkook’s shoulder blades making hard contact with the wall. However, the pain is temporary and quickly forgotten once Taehyung cages Jungkook in, his large body covering Jungkook’s more petite frame.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung calls out to him, his name hissed through clamped teeth.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, heart palpitating from the uncertainty surrounding why Taehyung is behaving this way.

“I didn’t protect you,” Taehyung growls into the crook of Jungkook’s neck. His hot breath sends tingling goosebumps down Jungkook’s arms.

“Yes, you did.”

“You got hurt, and now you’re sad.” He isn’t wrong, but Jungkook is too breathless to speak up.

Taehyung noses against the crook of Jungkook’s neck again, this time more aggressively. He whines when the collar of Jungkook’s shirt stops him from accessing more skin. Slipping his hands up the back of Jungkook’s shirt, Taehyung slowly pushes the striped fabric up as if he’s waiting for Jungkook to stop him.

With his heart beating erratically in his chest, palms hot and sweaty, and eyes squeezed shut, Jungkook gradually raises his arms so Taehyung can lift his shirt over his head.

There’s no time for Jungkook to be self-conscious about the way his body looks; Taehyung immediately latches himself onto him, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses across his shoulders and down his pecs. Jungkook throws his head back and barely feels it hit the wall behind him as Taehyung covers him with kisses and leaves goosebumps in their wake.

“You need to smell like me,” Taehyung growls against the sensitive skin of Jungkook’s sternum. The deepness of his voice makes Jungkook shiver, reminding him of how Taehyung sounded when he chased Jungkook through the apartment.

“O-okay,” Jungkook sighs.

He doesn’t know where to put his arms as Taehyung's soft lips and smooth palms travel lower on Jungkook’s body, caressing his sides and gliding across his ribs. Jungkook can hardly regulate his breathing. Looking down, he can see his stomach flutter with how desperately he tries to keep himself from squirming with each wet, hot kiss.

When Taehyung drops to his knees and begins tugging down Jungkook’s shorts, Jungkook grabs Taehyung’s hair and gently guides his head away from the hickey he’s sucking on Jungkook’s hip.

“Tae, what are you–”

“Thighs.”

There’s a flicker of light behind Taehyung’s dark eyes, but his pupils are still blown out, and he stares at Jungkook with a carnal look that makes Jungkook slick. It’s embarrassing how obvious his arousal is, now more than ever, because Taehyung is right there, and his loud inhale tells Jungkook that he has already noticed.

As invisible spots on a hybrid’s body where their scent is the strongest, scent glands are mostly a mystery to Jungkook. As far as he can remember, he was never taught much about them. He knows that the scents they emit are how hybrids can identify each other, especially when picking each other out in a crowd is necessary. He also knows that scenting is important for comforting babies and creating bonds, but, based on Jungkook's experience with Taehyung, scenting seems more important to predator hybrids than it is to prey hybrids — either that or Jungkook’s parents were weird and never cared for these types of things.

It could very well be that Jungkook’s parents were weird.

Tugging down Jungkook’s shorts and leaving him in only his underwear, Taehyung lets out a quiet hum as he leans forward to nuzzle the inside of Jungkook’s left leg. He presses a kiss against the side of Jungkook’s knee, then kisses upward until he reaches the soft skin of his inner thigh.

With each nuzzle and kiss from Taehyung, Jungkook feels himself fall deeper into the haze of comfort and lust Taehyung is creating for him. His gasped exhales come out shuddery and sound increasingly like moans the closer Taehyung’s mouth gets to Jungkook’s half-hard cock.

“Tae, Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers, tugging lightly at Taehyung’s hair again. “I think I smell like you now. It’s okay. I promise I’m okay.”

Is it true? Is Jungkook okay?

He looks down at Taehyung, who leans back on his knees and blinks a few times. He watches how Taehyung’s pupils return to a normal size and the amber glow of his eyes burns a bit brighter. He can tell that Taehyung is trying really hard for his sake.

Taehyung breathes heavily, chest heaving, not quite a pant but close to it, as he tries to calm himself down.

“I’m sorry, bun. I’m so sorry.”

Jungkook smiles softly and brings his fingertips to skate along Taehyung’s jaw. His lips are swollen and bright red from scenting so much of Jungkook’s body, and all Jungkook wants to do is kiss them even redder.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Jungkook insists. He coaxes Taehyung to stand up by lightly pressing his fingers beneath his chin.

Taehyung rises to his feet immediately, drunk off Jungkook’s scent and pliant under his fingertips. He wraps his arms around Jungkook’s waist and pulls him close to capture Jungkook’s lonely lips with his own, as though he knows that’s the comfort Jungkook is missing.

Despite how turned on Jungkook is and the heat of Taehyung’s hard cock that Jungkook can feel press against him when he shifts in Taehyung’s embrace, the kiss is gentle and slow. Aside from a desire to reassure and ground Jungkook, there's nothing behind it.

And maybe Taehyung, too. He deserves just as much comfort.

“Can we sleep now?” Jungkook whispers against Taehyung’s lips. He has his eyes closed, relishing the feeling of Taehyung’s hand slipping into his hair to massage his scalp and occasionally explore the fuzzy fur of his bunny ears.

“Of course.”

They part reluctantly so Taehyung can grab fresh clothes for Jungkook to change into in the bathroom.

It feels like deja vu as Jungkook rolls up Taehyung’s too-big sweatpants so they fit better around his waist, except this time he has to wash his face of tiger makeup and already smells like he’s been drenched in Taehyung. His fingers skirt a dark, reddish-purple spot on his hip as he rolls the waistband. It hurts to press, but Jungkook does it anyway, finding the pain a reminder that this is all real. He had Taehyung on his knees, kissing him as if his life depended on it, just to make Jungkook feel calm, taken care of, and…

Well, and loved, Jungkook dares to think — but he doesn’t take it any further than that.

In the mirror, Jungkook watches himself pat his face dry and finds two additional reddish-purple spots, one on the side of his neck and one half-hidden by the collar of his t-shirt. These don’t hurt as much when he presses his fingers into them, but they’re bright and real. Jungkook has never received (nor given) a hickey before. Seeing them decorate his skin like handpainted flowers makes Jungkook feel giddy. He already knows he won’t cover them even though he has the makeup to do so.

Once he’s done with the bathroom, Jungkook trades places with Taehyung who has already changed into a pair of soft pajama pants but still needs to wash the residual makeup from his face. It should be simple, just two bodies crossing the same threshold, but Taehyung can’t keep his hands to himself.

“You can put your clothes on the dresser, and I’ll get you a bag in the morning,” Taehyung murmurs as he slides his hand behind Jungkook’s head to slip his fingers in his hair and tilt his face toward his.

The kiss is still soft, as if Taehyung is afraid of scaring Jungkook away. Jungkook is convinced there’s no way Taehyung could scare him away, but he appreciates the gentleness anyway.

It isn’t until Jungkook slips under the bed covers and waits for Taehyung to return from the bathroom that the nerves start to kick in. Jungkook feels like he sobered up rather quickly, and understandably so, but now he doesn’t have liquid courage to keep him from trembling when Taehyung eventually appears in the doorway to turn off the lights.

Taehyung closes his bedroom door, so Hoseok won’t disturb them when he eventually comes home, and Jungkook’s fate is sealed.

“Which side do you want?” Taehyung asks quietly when he kneels on the edge of the bed. Moonlight illuminates parts of his shadowy figure as he crawls toward Jungkook, tail playfully flicking against Jungkook’s body.

“Whichever side you don’t want.”

“Bun,” Taehyung scolds, but he slips under the covers next to Jungkook so Jungkook doesn’t have to move over.

When Jungkook reaches out to adjust the covers, his fingers brush against Taehyung’s bare chest.

“I normally sleep without a shirt, but I can wear one if you—”

“No.” Jungkook responds too quickly and too freely.

Taehyung chuckles in return, wrapping his arm around Jungkook’s waist and falling back onto his pillow to pull Jungkook against his chest.

“This okay?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook whispers into the dark.

Probably noticing how nervous and rigid Jungkook is, Taehyung grabs his thigh and hikes it up so Jungkook’s leg rests over Taehyung’s waist. Jungkook naturally shifts so he can cross his arm over Taehyung’s torso.

“Comfortable?” Taehyung asks and purrs with satisfaction when Jungkook nods his head.

Nerves give Jungkook loose lips, but he keeps his thoughts to himself this time when he remembers how he fantasized about lying his head on Taehyung’s chest to feel him purr. Jungkook can feel the sound rumble through Taehyung’s chest. It’s just as comforting as he imagined, and Jungkook knows that it won’t take long for him to fall asleep like this, with Taehyung purring and massaging his scalp and the two of them wrapped up in the smell of a sweet summer rain while autumn's fallen leaves skitter in the cold outside.

“I still can’t believe you punched Byungchul,” Taehyung whispers after a few minutes of silence.

“He was going to punch you.”

“I know.” Jungkook can’t see Taehyung’s face, but he can hear the smile in his tone. “My tiny bodyguard. You packed a solid punch, too. Better than I could’ve done.”

“Shut up! I told you I know how to kickbox.”

Taehyung’s laughter makes Jungkook’s head bounce against his chest, but he can’t even be bothered about it. It’s nice to feel Taehyung’s warmth, and once his laughter dies down, Jungkook can hear the steady beat of his heart.

“I’ll never doubt you again, bun.”

Jungkook closes his eyes as Taehyung brushes his bangs away from his face to give him a forehead kiss. Maybe their date became a shitshow, but Jungkook would do it all again if it meant he’d end up like this, cradled against Taehyung’s chest, more at home than he’s ever been.

In the morning, Jungkook wakes up in the same position he’d been when he fell asleep. He’s sweaty from Taehyung’s body heat, making the skin of his cheek uncomfortably unstick from Taehyung’s chest when he lifts his head.

Turning, he inspects Taehyung, who is still asleep despite the horrendously high-pitched blaring of his phone alarm.

“Tae,” Jungkook grumbles, shaking Taehyung’s shoulders. "Tae, you have to go to work.”

Taehyung lifts his hand to Jungkook’s face with his eyes still closed. Jungkook assumes that he feels around for a moment to orient himself. Once he’s figured out the map of Jungkook’s face, he presses his index finger against Jungkook’s lips and shushes him.

“Fuck capitalism, bun. It’s the source of all evil.”

“Oh my gosh, Taehyung, you’re so dramatic.”

Jungkook thinks the boxy grin his pestering triggers is almost worth being thrown onto his back so Taehyung can roll on top of him, crushing Jungkook with his heavy body.

“Mmm, I’m even more comfortable like this. I might need to go back to sleep,” Taehyung announces loudly. His body has Jungkook’s arms pinned to the bed, and no amount of wiggling and kicking can set Jungkook free.

Suddenly, banging on the bedroom door finally makes Taehyung sit up in bed. His curly hair sticks out like crazy, so high up that his ears aren’t visible.

“Taehyung-ah! Wake up and turn that alarm off! I didn’t get home until four in the morning because of you!” Hoseok shouts with another bang against the door when Taehyung laughs, muttering under his breath about getting a new roommate.

“He loves me,” Taehyung insists with a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead.

Jungkook thinks there’s at least one other person in the apartment who also loves Taehyung, but that’s something to consider when he’s in his own bedroom and has at least two cups of coffee in him.

“You can hang out here if you want. I’m sorry I have to dip,” Taehyung apologizes as he rifles through his closet. “But Hobi hyung can make you breakfast. He never does for me, but he will for you. Here, you can keep this.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook says softly as Taehyung carefully packs his clothes in a small duffle bag.

“And you can keep the clothes you’re wearing,” Taehyung gives Jungkook a once-over with his bottom lip bitten between his teeth. “I like you in them.”

Flushing bright pink, Jungkook sinks further into the blankets while he watches Taehyung fumble through his dorm to get ready for work. He doesn’t have anywhere to be, and there’s a dangerous temptation running through him to see what would happen if he never left Taehyung’s bed.

“What are you going to do after work?” Jungkook asks without expectations, even though he knows what he wants the answer to be.

“Thought maybe we could go on a second date. Y’know, without all the punching and blood. Maybe something a little more PG.”

Jungkook hides half his face behind Taehyung’s pillow when he asks, “Only PG?”

He should have expected Taehyung to pounce on him for that one. It doesn’t matter much; Jungkook has found that he enjoys being smothered in kisses if they’re coming from Taehyung.

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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okay but imagine the Ministry of Magic discovering an obscurus and they really want to lock them up because obscurus are incredibly dangerous beings but thing is, is that the reader is super fucking chill aside from their inferiority complex and near crippling depression and learned how to control their power.

still, they try to hold a trial in the hopes of painting this college-aged kid into some sort of evil mastermind to at least lock them up until Dumbledore unsurprisingly steps in to defend the reader because having an obscurus within the Order of the Phoenix would basically mean it was game over of the Death Eaters that were trying to bring back the Dark Lord and all that by regretfully revealing the reader’s letter to Hogwarts was never delivered and that must’ve been the major factor into becoming an obscurus. but to punish them for something they haven’t done? the big man wouldn’t have it. instead Dumbledore asks to make things right by suggesting (s)he come to Hogwarts and take up a caretaker position or something and receive private lessons during the weekends and summers.

the teachers are hesitant to accept the reader until the yandere mentality sets in. i mean, how can you hate someone that has been caught nearly a dozen times playing go-fish with the house elves? swiftly does Mcgonagall begin to fuss over the reader as if (s)he was their own child. and eases the students anxiety. but the parents aren’t having it. one of them goes as far to start a petition to have the reader removed from the school but Dumbledore is quick to shut it down. still, somehow the reader is able to get ahold of a paper copy of the petition and is devastated when (s)he sees that Molly Weasley signed it because (s)he’s grown fond of the Weasley kids. whatever progress they’ve made in pulling the reader out of their shell is lost and (s)he makes an effort to avoid the kids who share a name with the parents on the list even though is devastates many of them.

the summer between Harry’s first and second year is when Molly approaches the reader in one of the shops, who’s renting a room in Diagon Alley for the break, because the twins just won’t shut up about the entire situation. and Molly instantly regrets ever signing that petition. this isn’t a monster. she realizes. this is a child. and her motherly instincts are put in overdrive after noticing the reader’s sleep deprived state of somewhat dirty jeans.

maybe Narcissa or Bellatrix au where she wasn’t imprisoned is in the same shop. kind of eavesdropping after Draco nervously whispered that, that was the obscurus. and they pass by as they leave the shop but make sure to stop long enough to make a snide comment about ‘making friends with the wrong sort’ or something like that.

the reader spends the next summer being caught in a tug-of-war between the two families.

I can’t tell you how much I absolutely love this idea!!!

But I think Dumbledore would most likely originally involve himself and become invested in Obscurus!Reader because he’d be reminded of his own sister. Given that she was an Obscurial and what all she had to suffer with, as well as her death which was caused by her brothers and Grindelwald. I could see Albus inserting himself and taking in the Reader to redeem himself in his mind with the guilt of his sister. I mean sure it’ll also come in handy having an Obscurial as part of the Order, after some training and care they’ll get to a point where they won’t nearly be as much of an uncontrollable force that needs to be under constant supervision.

I can’t help but imagine that the Reader grew up in some kind of toxic environment, physical or physiological. And that kinda fed into their Obscurus as well as not getting their Hogwarts letter. But the moment the Reader could they got themself out of whatever unhealthy situation and took time for themself to heal and work with what they had become in regards to the Obscurial. They’d do little bouts of magic here and there when they could and no one was around in case something went awry. But eventually they’re able to keep themself under wraps for the most part but that doesn’t mean they have complete control over themself or their Obscurus.

I also really like the idea that the Reader is completely in the dark about about being a witch or wizard. Like, they’re a muggle who has no idea about magic and the first time they did something magical they thought they were a freak or an abomination, telling not a soul about it and repressing themselves. Like, maybe they even grew up in a pretty average family, they were loved and cared for by the people around them but their own self hatred and loathing for being able to do things that others couldn’t and wasn’t the overall norm whatsoever is what the Obscurus forming within them feeds off of. The Reader really is their worst enemy in this situation. They still comes off pretty calm and collected but their inner turmoil is to another level. So after everything with the Ministry and Albus taking them in, the Reader will have to come to terms with who and what they are (both as witch/wizard and an Obscurus) and that being able to do magic is perfectly normal in the new environment they’re fining themself in.

Regarding the teachers, they all are extremely apprehensive about bringing an Obscurial to the school and especially having them be around the students as a whole. Minerva makes it very clear that she isn’t so sure about this situation but she’ll go with it given how invested Albus is and the conviction in his voice when he speaks about the Reader and helping them. The other teachers are still very much on edge, Snape quipping up every so often with his own input and doesn’t help. But it’s Hagrid who is the most optimistic and welcoming of the idea, which has all the other teachers questioning if he actually understands the severity of the situation and the consequences of things if anything bad happens. But nothing any of the other staff have to say changes Hagrid’s attitude about it. If Dumbledore is adamant about this Obscurus coming to Hogwarts and taking part in what goes on then Hagrid will be the first to welcome and accept them.

Before the Reader gets to Hogwarts, I could see Albus giving them their own little place on the grounds to live, similar to Hagrid. And both Albus and Hagrid (maybe some of the other teachers, ie. Minerva, Flitwick, Sprout, Trelawney etc) doing their best to make it look and feel like a home for the Reader so during their stay it won’t feel like just some shed they’re forced to live in. Albus will incorporate things he knows they like or are particularly fond of. If they like plants then he’ll have Sprout and Hagrid help make them their own little garden. If they love to read he’ll use magic to give them their own library. If they love to bake or cook then he’ll magically connect their home to the kitchens where they can use whatever they want or need, not to mention the house elves can help them too.

Once the Reader does get to Hogwarts they’ll be assigned to help out Hagrid for the most part. But Albus wants the teachers to come around to the Reader, to see what he sees in them, to get to know them better, so he’ll have the Reader help the respective teachers with some tasks here and there. Whether it’s cleaning out cauldrons for Severus, helping Sprout tend to her nursery, assessing the quidditch field and all the equipment to peak condition for game play with Hooch, or aiding Madame Pomphrey wherever she needed it. And it doesn’t take too long for most of the teachers to come around to the Reader and grow attached to them and their company.

Minerva was surely the first to come around and it only took a few days before she was already fretting over the Reader like a worried mother hen. She would even go as far as to request that the Reader help out the most in her class, even if all they ended up doing was just sitting and being there that would be more than enough for her. She just wants them close given how much she worries about them and what they’re up to or how the students may be treating them when they’re not in her sight.

Also, I could see the Weasley twins being the very first people to interact with the Reader, much to Percy’s anxiety. And boy, are the twins absolutely taken with the Reader. Fred and George completely disregard the whole Obscurus thing, as far as they’re concerned the Reader is just the Reader. Nothing more, nothing less. And if anyone talks bad about the Reader, or tries to do anything to them, then the twins will have a new target for their pranks. And said pranks may end up becoming less fun and more aggressive. But not only do the twins become attached to the Reader but so do Harry and Hermione. Ron is more cautious when it comes to getting close to the Reader when compared to Harry and Hermione. All Harry needs to know is that Dumbledore and Hagrid talk so highly and affectionately about the Reader for him to be more than willing to protect them with his life. Not to mention if the Reader were to take up an older sibling role for him then Harry would be hooked. It’s safe to say that that’s exactly what the Reader will eventually become to a lot of the other students at Hogwarts.

Regarding the petition, oh Merlin I have so many different ideas about this. I could see Lucius being the one to start up the petition himself or get it started by someone else, either way he has a part in it and his name is the first one signed. The petition was probably started before the school year began, before anyone knew who the Reader was and it most likely stemmed from a rumor that was being spread amongst the Ministry. I could imagine the Ministry would want to keep the news of an Obscurial pretty tight lipped, especially given that they weren’t able to lock up them up, so hence the rumors spreading about. Out of fear and worry for her own children, Molly doesn’t think twice about signing the petition but Arthur isn’t too quick to do so. Hell, he might not have signed it at all thinking that if Albus was so willing to take in and have an Obscurial at the school whatsoever then it mustn’t nearly be as horrendous as people are making it out to be. But Molly doesn’t want to take any chances, not when her babies are involved which is more than understandable.

But I like to think that Molly meets the Reader before they themself ever knew of any petition, let alone saw it with their own eyes. Like, I imagine the twins excited writing to Molly and Arthur that there was an Obscurus at school, how cool and incredible they were, and that the twins made friends with them. Overall just Fred and George happily gushing about their new friend to their parents and even sending pictures of them with the Reader along with the letters. Once Molly receives their letters, reads about how much her children have grown so very fond of this person and then seeing that the person she had feared and worried so much about, that she signed a petition to get rid of them, was just a few years older then her own children making them just a child themself. She would be so overcome with guilt and regret. Even though she knew she was doing the right thing deep in her heart, Molly couldn’t help but feel utterly terrible. So overwhelmed and riddled with guilt for what she’d taken part in against someone who was just a child themself and was merely dealt the cards they were dealt, she couldn’t contain herself anymore and would just sob. She’d never forgive herself for her actions, even if they were out of the goodness of her heart and for her children.

It doesn’t help that when the kids come home for summer break they all talk so fondly of the Reader. Even Percy has taken a liking to them. And when Harry comes around he can’t help but talk about them too, even Hermione mentions them in her letters. It all just further shows how wrong Molly had been and makes her feel all the worse. She would bring up inviting the Reader to spend the next years holiday break with them as a family and the overjoyed reactions her children and Harry give her is just too much. It’s so apparent how much the Reader has come to mean so much to all the kids and Molly can’t help but think she could have ruined it all with signing that godforsaken petition.

I imagine that when the Reader does come across the petition it’s some time after they spend Christmas with the Weasley’s. So, they’ve already met Molly and had been warmly welcomed to the family with open arms. So, seeing Molly Weasley’s name on a petition to get rid of the Reader was heart wrenching to say the least. But it wasn’t just Molly’s name they saw, there were also some of the Hogwarts teacher’s names too, along with the familiar surnames of other students they’ve grown close to. The whole thing is just utterly heart wrenching to the Reader.

Sure, the petition was from the early beginnings of their first year being a part of Hogwarts before they even got there and Albus shut it down real quick. But that doesn’t take anything away from this new revelation. Even if a number of the people who signed the petition had changed their minds after meeting/interacting with the Reader themselves or from hearing how their children talked about the Reader so fondly and adoringly, that didn’t take the hurt away from any of it.

I could even see Draco having been the one to give a copy of the petition to the Reader, especially if his father was the one who started it. Whether it was out of malice and he just wanted to hurt the Reader, or it was because he had seen the Weasley family out and about with the Reader during the holidays and Molly Weasley being especially attentive towards them knowing damn well she signed a petition to get rid of them. Maybe Draco’s own attachment to the Reader was kicking in and he was absolutely appalled at witnessing Molly Weasley pretend to be so motherly with the Reader when she herself had taken action against them. He needed the Reader to know that Molly wasn’t what she seemed to be.

Either way, this new development with the petition would really cause the Reader to close themself off and shut down. They’d start by asking for a few days off before talking to Albus about the whole thing and how they didn’t feel like they should be at Hogwarts at all anymore. No matter how much Albus would try to talk them out of it, he would allow them to take some time off and go back to the Leaky Cauldron where they were staying before, or he’d even go as far as to have another home made for them so they could have their own place that wasn’t on the school grounds where they could think things through and just be.

At first, the kids and other teachers just think that the Reader is taking few days off like they said but then a few days turn into a few weeks and then a month, now everyone is more than concerned. The teachers would be much more in the loop then the students would be but that doesn’t mean that it makes the teachers feel any better with what they’ve been made aware of. Meanwhile, the twins, Harry, Hermione and Ron are on the case. They immediately go to the Reader’s little place on school grounds to see if they’re there and to talk to them but the place is empty. Their stuff is still there but they’re nowhere to be found. They all immediately run to Hagrid after that to ask him about what he knows and he’s a crying, snotty mess that just breaks down and tells them all about the petition and that the Reader left, feeling that Hogwarts wasn’t really their home after all.

I like to imagine that the Hogwarts castle just isn’t the same after the Reader leaves. Even the students who didn’t interact with them would feel the empty and melancholic atmosphere that seemed to fill the castle more than ever before. All the kids who were close to the Reader and some of the staff members would reach out to the Reader through letters but getting nothing in response. Everyone just hopes and waits for the Reader to walk through the doors of the Great Hall again or seeing them passing in the corridors like they were so used to. But that never happens and the year eventually comes to an end. Maybe there will be a new petition in the making though but this times it’s to bring the Reader back to Hogwarts and it gets even more signatures then the last one.

(Also, I really want to write a letter from yan!Molly Weasley to Obscurus!Reader after they left due to the petition and Molly just apologizing to them and trying to get them to go back to the school or at least getting the to answer the letters they’ve gotten from the people desperately worried about them.)

#anxious answers #yandere albus dumbledore #yandere minerva mcgonagall #yandere molly weasley #yandere harry potter #yandere harry potter concept #yandere concept

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ametrinearrows · 8 months

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Struggles Between Love and Wrestling

Randy watched from a distance as YN and Seth Rollins shared a moment backstage. His jaw clenched and his fists tightened involuntarily. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration as he saw his sister, YN, smiling at the man he had clashed with countless times in the ring – Seth Rollins.

“Why’d you have to go for him?” Randy muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mix of annoyance and concern. He leaned against a nearby equipment crate, his eyes never leaving the pair as they laughed and talked.

YN and Randy had always been close. Growing up together in the world of professional wrestling had forged an unbreakable bond between them. They had faced challenges, triumphs, and defeats side by side. But this situation was different. Randy had seen the way Seth operated, the manipulations and betrayals that had left scars on their shared history. He couldn’t fathom why YN would be drawn to someone like him.

As he continued to watch them, Randy’s mind drifted back to their childhood. The memories of their parents teaching them the ropes of wrestling, the late-night conversations about their dreams, the times they had each other’s backs in the heat of battle – it was all so vivid in his mind. He had always been protective of YN, and that instinct was now kicking into overdrive.

Randy clenched his fists, a mixture of anger and worry churning within him. He had seen firsthand the destruction that could be wrought by volatile relationships, and he didn’t want his sister to experience that pain. But he also knew he couldn’t control her heart.

As YN and Seth finally parted ways, Randy straightened up, his gaze following YN’s figure as she walked towards him. She flashed him a warm smile, her eyes lighting up as she approached.

“Hey, Randy,” YN greeted, her voice filled with genuine affection.

“Hey,” Randy responded, trying to keep his tone casual despite the storm of emotions swirling within him.

YN’s brow furrowed slightly as she studied Randy’s expression. “Is something bothering you?”

Randy hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak his mind. “YN, I’ve seen the things Seth has done. The betrayals, the manipulation. I just… I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

YN’s smile faded, replaced by a more serious look. She reached out and placed a hand on Randy’s arm, her touch comforting. “I appreciate your concern, Randy. But people can change. Seth has been through a lot, just like we all have. I see something in him that maybe others don’t.”

Randy sighed, his frustration mingling with resignation. He couldn’t deny the validity of YN’s words. After all, he himself had sought redemption and a chance to change. But still, the worry persisted.

“Just promise me you’ll be careful,” Randy said, his voice softening. “I don’t want to see you get hurt like I’ve seen others get hurt.”

YN nodded, her eyes sincere. “I promise, Randy. And I know you’ll always have my back.”

Randy managed a small smile, his heartache momentarily eased by his sister’s understanding. As they stood there, the echoes of their shared past and the uncertainty of the future wrapped around them. Despite his reservations, Randy knew that he couldn’t stand in the way of YN’s choices. All he could do was be there for her, just as she had always been there for him.

#ametrine arrows #ametrine arrows imagines #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #Monday night raw #smackdown #Randy orton #Randy orton x reader #Randy orton imagine #Randy orton imagines #Randy orton fanfiction #wwe fanfiction

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gentrychild · 2 years

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Heya Gentry! Au where Second is the most cooperative Vestige and shares the same favoritism with the other Vestiges over Izuku, please? I give you

🧀🧀🧀

Sorry but this isn't an AU where Second shares the same favoritism as the other vestiges when it comes to Izuku.

It's the AU where Second is Izuku's number 1 supporter. He adores this kid the most.

1 - Second never told Yoichi because it wasn't the right time and then they were dead, but he always dreamed of being a dad. The idea of Yoichi and him having a child really appealed to him. So when he saw this biting feral menace who vaguely looks like Yoichi, his parental instinct went into overdrive. AFO doesn't deserve the kid while Second does.

2 - Izuku can do no wrong in Second's eyes, to the point where that even weirds out Yoichi, who thought himself to be the most doting uncle of the dreamscape.

Second: "Aww, he is so smart!" Banjo: "He is writing about how breaking the pomeranian's wrists would be the best way to permanently keep him from using his quirk." Second: "That's what I said! I was far older when I started to seriously consider how to cripple someone!"

Second: "So adorable!" Third: "He just bit Nighteue because he insulted All Might and is now refusing to let go." Second: "I can see that! He bears such a striking resemblance to Yoichi!"

Second: "I have never been so proud in my life." Yoichi: "Love of my life, he just got an A at his History test." Second: "So what?"

3 - Second didn't like the whole bone-breaking quirk so he gave Transmission to Izuku during the first hero lesson. He also did it because it's a really inconvenient quirk for a father who has a habit of vauiting family members. Poor All Might got warped between Bakugou's massive explosion and Izuku.

4 - Izuku suspects that he is related to Second in some way. At some point, the vestiges roll with it and make him believe he is a descendant of Second and Yoichi.

5 - AFO's hatred for Second reaches new levels now that his son has the power to appear wherever the hell he wants, with no one able to stop him.

#5 headcanons game #closed ask game #comrade fedz

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angelsworks · 6 months

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Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Chapter Two

Series Masterlist -> Here

Summary: How you came to be.

Warnings: 18+, ddlg themes, hints of little!reader, death of a family member, graphic descriptions of death, mentions of slavery, etc

Note: This is a description chapter with lots of backstory.

Born a Saxon. Raised a Dane. Now pretending to be a sorceress.

You had your reasons of course. Those reason also being Hakon’s. As to be expected as the clans chieftain. As your chieftain.

You remember little of your childhood. At a young age your settlement was raided by Hakon’s father and you amongst others were taken as Thrall, slaves to the clan.

It was a shield maiden called Frigg who had pity for you. The small snivelling girl, in a dress too thin for their weather. As you grew you heard what people thought of Frigg’s kindness. How they soured it with their own theories. Not too long before you were taken prisoner by the clan did Frigg lose her husband. The stress of which causes her unborn baby to pass on. From that people assumed the sight of a struggling young girl struck a cord with the shield maiden. Playing on her maternal instincts and the recent loss, causing her to take you in.

Whatever her reasons you did not care. She treated you even better than your own family did and you loved her dearly for it. Together you shared a small hut near Hakon and his family.

When Frigg and Hakon’s father would leave on raids you would stay with Hakon and his mother. Both were kind to you. It wasn’t long before the two of you became good friends.

As you grew the two of you would play in the wood and fight with sticks. Pretending to be your parents as you fought your many pretend enemies. All of which took the form of the lanky bark covered trees.

With Friggs help you learnt how to fight. To you she was a god in her own right, she was strong, fast and could use any weapon she got her hands on. Everyone in the clan knew what an asset Frigg was.

Through the many years of training with Frigg and Hakon you became good with a sword and axe. You had dreams of becoming a shield maiden just like Frigg.

On evening a few weeks after your sixteenth birthday you and Frigg went to hunt in the woods. It was a common occurrence for the two of you. It gave the two of you time to practice your archery skills.

While lying in wait for a deer you were ambushed by another group of Dane’s. One Hakon’s Father had raided once or twice. An act which created bad blood between the two of you. With only a bow an arrow between the two of you, you were outnumbered. No match for the four burly men with wrath in their eyes and iron in their hands.

With tears in her eyes Frigg pushed you towards the village, knowing your speed could get your far away and out of danger. She pleaded that you go and get help, to save yourself. But you knew if you left now you wouldn’t see again. With another push you wet running, adrenaline pumping through your body as you forced your legs to keep pounding on the Forrest floor.

When your reached the village you screamed out for help, the sound quickly drawing a crowd. You stutterer and stumbled over the words you wanted to say, your brain working into overdrive as panic ceased your body. Cursing yourself afterwards for not being more direct with your words.

A group of the clans best fighters was assembled and lead by Hakon’s father to the woods. Meanwhile you were sent to Hakon and his mother. The boy held you close as your cried for Frigg. The woman who had been your mother for the majority of your life.

You knew when they returned it wouldn’t be with Frigg alive. Despite the hours thinking about it, it still didn’t prepare you for the sight of her.

You once warm loving mother covered in blood and mud. Her body limp in Hakon’s fathers arms. As they passed you saw her eyes were open and staring at nothing.

The sight did nothing to stop your tears. Instead it only brought bile to your throat, making you bend over and spill your guts. Your body ceased as it was wrapped in rope. Tightly tied to the point you felt you couldn’t breathe.

Only a few days after Friggs death was her funeral. The clan stood around a clearing where a pyre was placed in the centre. On that wooden pyre was Friggs body, now cleaned and dressed and wrapped in white cloth for your benefit. It was your first time seeing a Dane funeral. Before the event Hakon had to explain what happened and what you would have to do.

In Dane tradition it was the next of kin who sent their fallen to Valhalla. Meaning it was down to you to light Friggs body so her spirit could enter the hall of warriors.

You knew this was what she wanted. But when it came down to it, to lighting her on fire, you ceased. Your hand shook as it hold the wooden torch, tears falling down your cheeks. With a final deep breath you held the torch under the pyre until the kindling caught fire.

From then until night you watched the fire grow and her body burn. It burned for days, until a storm put an end to the flames. For those days of fire you sat a distance away and watched. Wanting to watch her go.

After Friggs death you were lost. You didn’t want to eat, to sleep, to train. Previous dreams of being a shield maiden felt like wishes of another life. One where Frigg wasn’t dead and you could feel anything but grief again.

For your friend it was too much to see. The once soon to be shield maiden, taking after her mother figure, now lying in her tears each day and night. He saw that your eyes had become lifeless in the next few weeks after her life. The sight reminded him of Friggs own in his fathers arms. It was like you had become a walking corpse. Barely eating, barely sleeping, barely acknowledging the world around you.

The watching you and feeling helpless to your grief mounted on Hakon’s shoulders. The last straw for him was noticing how your figure had thinned and your once full face seemed hollow. Hollow of fat, hollow of life.

A night no different than all those after the funeral. A night spent crying in your bed, curled in on yourself. A night Hakon chose to confront you.

He practically barged into your hut angry with your behaviour. His words were harsh but they quickly melted into uneven tones and voice cracks as the boy almost cried. Throat tight as the guilt of watching his friend crumble and fade away in front of his eyes caught up with him in that moment. He felt helpless to your state. How could he help you when you didn’t want to help yourself?

Somewhere in the transition from angry to anguish, Hakon sat on your bed. Gingerly you crawled over to him, sitting on his lap and hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you, tightly.

For the rest of the night the two of you didn’t move. Hakon had this affect on you. Being tightly wrapped in his arms made you feel like you weren’t about to fall apart. A contrast to how you’ve felt over the last few weeks.

You thought it would be a one time thing but the next night Hakon appeared in your home again. You sat and spoke sporadically. He held you again and that safe feeling washed over you once more.

It happened each night from then. Hakon holding you, speaking to you softly, making you feel safe, making you feel small. Occasionally, you’d reach a headspace where you wouldn’t talk much or would fiddle with his fingers.

For you it helped you heal heart from the grief that entrapped it. For Hakon he enjoyed only having to focus on one thing for a few hours, on you. It took him away from his duties in the Clan and helped him relax. Just in a different way to you.

Anyone could see that you were getting better. Finally eating, finally sleeping, finally starting to live again. During the day you’d train like you used to. This time without Frigg and with some of the other men and women in the clan. During the night you’d embrace your friend as you fell into a safe, smaller place.

At times you wondered if Hakon wanted to stop. After all he was close to manhood and spending his nights with you wasn’t all that exciting. Thoughts like those were cast aside by the boy. He promised he liked helping you, he told you that he enjoyed caring for you and if anything changed he would tell you.

When he sat with you in your hut he was your protector and you his little maiden.

Your night and day roles started to blur when Hakon’s father passed away. It was years after Friggs passing that the Chief of the clan died.

The shift in power lead to an ever growing need for Hakon in the village. It meant pushing his grief aside and dealing with the new responsibilities as Chief.

You supported him as your friend and as your Chief as well as you could. But it wasn’t enough. Soon Hakon asked for you during the day, during his meetings. You’d sit quietly on his lap like a little doll. To him you were his good luck charm, his stress reliever. You helped him get through the day.

Despite the odd looks at first you quickly got over it and enjoyed getting to be in your safe place more often. Anyone who had a problem with you and your practices had to deal with their new Chief.

It hasn’t been more than six moons when Hakon was truly tested as Chief.

A Fort belonging to an ailing lord was seen by scouts. They reported the holding having more people coming in and out. Merchants, traders and wanderers all travelling in and out of the previously quiet fort.

The new activity was noted by Hakon. It was then that his new idea was born. Or more accurately the new you was born.

He proposed you play a game of pretend. You would pretend to be a witch. You would spout spells and paint your face with runes and markings. All to add to the ruse Hakon wanted to create.

When traders would travel up and down the now active roads, you would appear and start your act. Effectively scaring the traders off with your threats of spells, while Hakon and the others would wait in hiding. When the traders and merchants and wanderers eventually ran from their wares, Hakon would lead the others to take the goods.

For a few weeks you’d stolen plenty and frightened many. So many in fact the tale of an evil witch was spread. Spread to nearby towns, to the traders on route to ironwood holding and most importantly to Ironwood himself.

The ailing Lord had no strength to retaliate, but his son did. The man was ten years your senior. You hadn’t seen him in person before but heard from scouts that the recent raids on traders had left a sour taste in his mouth.

The next few travellers carts were more heavily guarded. It took a few days to plan the next attack. This time you brought a few tricks with you.

This time you stood in the middle for the road. As a guarded cart rolled towards you, you threw a bottle of spirit on the floor. From somehere in the Forrest a flaming arrow set it alight.

As guards started to surround you you threatened that they stay away or else a curse would be placed upon them. They were skeptical, as most were that you came across. You started your chanting as you threw some soil into the fire. Frigg taught you that soil found near copper could change the colour of flames.

The green flames caused the unease in the men around you to rise. They fled from the scene quickly. Hakon and the others descended upon the now unguarded goods.

After returning the Clan celebrated their biggest take yet. A celebration that lasted all day and night. The high mood of the clan ended the next day. Word spread of the Old lords demise, which was being put down to you.

The now new Lord Ironwood had declared you the reason for his fathers dead. He’d put a bounty on your head and hired multiple mercenaries to do the job of bringing you to him.

The price on your head meant you were no longer safe going anywhere on your own. The stres of being hunted only put you in your safe place more often.

Under Hakon’s orders you weren’t to leave the village alone. When you did you had some of his best fighters following you.

No one had yet been successful in delivering you to the new, vengeful Lord. But you had a feeling your spell of evading his forces was about to be up.

Glossary:

Hakon - Meaning high born son

Frigg - Meaning beloved

#angelsworks post #dark #the last kingdom #yandere the last kingdom #uhtred of bebbanburg x reader #uhtred the last kingdom

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south-of-heaven · 3 months

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Edge/Adam Copeland x Beth Phoenix x daughter reader? Whatever happens is up to you

Eerie || Beth Phoenix x Daughter!Reader x Adam Copeland

Summary: You have a scary encounter while playing out in the woods.

A/N: The way this was going to be wholesome but I just went off the rails

The dense canopy of trees looms overhead as you dart through the underbrush, the forest alive with the sounds of nature. The rustle of leaves and the chirping of birds fill the air, a symphony of life that surrounds you.

Living in the middle of the woods has always been a source of joy and wonder for you. The vast expanse of trees and foliage provides endless opportunities for exploration and adventure, and you relish every moment spent amidst the natural beauty of your surroundings.

Today, however, your usual sense of excitement is tinged with fear as you burst through the door of your home, breathless and trembling. Your heart races in your chest as you recount the chilling encounter to Beth, the fear evident in your voice.

"There was a man," you gasp, your words tumbling out in a rush. "He was watching me from behind a tree."

Beth's eyes widen in horror at the thought of someone lurking in the shadows, a silent threat to the safety of her beloved child. Without hesitation, she calls out for Adam, her voice tinged with urgency as she beckons him into the room.

Adam's brow furrows in concern as he takes in the sight of you, your face pale and eyes wide with fear. Beth's words spill out in a rush as she recounts the harrowing tale, her voice trembling with emotion as she describes the man's sinister presence.

Adam's jaw tightens with determination as he listens to your account, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. He gathers you close, enveloping you in a reassuring embrace as he promises to keep you safe from harm.

Together, the three of you huddle together, united in the face of adversity. As the tension of the moment begins to ease, you find solace in the warmth of your parents' embrace, grateful for their unwavering love and support.

In the safety of your home, surrounded by the comforting presence of Adam and Beth, you know that no matter what dangers may lurk in the shadows, you will always have the strength and courage to face them together as a family.

As the evening sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest, a sense of unease settles over the house. Despite Adam and Beth's best efforts to reassure you, the memory of the man lurking in the woods weighs heavily on your mind.

Suddenly, a sharp rap at the window shatters the fragile peace of the evening, sending a jolt of fear coursing through your veins. Beth's grip tightens on your hand as Adam moves swiftly to see who's knocking, his jaw set in a steely determination.

"Mom, that's him. That's the man who was watching me," you tell Beth quietly. Standing outside is a shadowy figure, his features obscured by the fading light of dusk. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle with apprehension as you take in the sight, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Beth, take Y/N to the bedroom and lock the door behind you," Adam's voice is firm, a note of warning laced with steel.

The man is smiling eerily, his presence alone is enough to send a shiver down your spine, a silent threat to the safety of your family.

Without hesitation, Adam reaches for his phone, his fingers flying over the screen as he dials the number for the local police. His voice is steady as he explains the situation, his words a beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounds you.

Minutes stretch into eternity as you wait anxiously for the sound of sirens in the distance. Finally, the reassuring wail of police cars fills the air, their lights flashing in the darkness as they pull up to the house.

With the arrival of the police, the tension in the air begins to ease, replaced by a sense of relief and gratitude. Beth gathers you close, her arms a shield against the uncertainty that lingers in the night.

As the officers take the man into custody, you breathe a sigh of relief, grateful for the swift action of law enforcement. In the safety of your home, surrounded by the love and protection of your family, you know that no matter what challenges may arise, you will always find the strength to face them together.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wwe #wrestling #beth phoenix x reader #beth copeland #beth phoenix #adam copeland x reader #adam copeland #edge wwe #edge x reader #beth phoenix x daughter!reader x adam copeland

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clawbehavior · 3 months

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what are your pregnant gaon & gahan headcanons? embarrassed to ask this questions but I keep on thinking about gahan with a baby sobs 🤧💗

you're like me!!!! i have been thinking of pregnant gaon and parents gahan for months ✨✨ this is our time to shine anon!!! i have spicy and sweet head canons. here they are in no particular order:

- gaon's snatch is looser after giving birth. yohan loves this because it's directly tied to gaon having yohan's child, just as he loved when gaon was tight because it meant yohan was his first. having a baby makes gaon completely unselfconscious about his body which makes their sex even spicier post kids.

- some couples find their sex lives dwindling after having kids. gahan makes it work by taking advantage of opportunities. baby asleep after feeding and seven year old doing homework with their headphones in? gahan's all over each other in the bedroom. they're still doing it at least once a day.

- when their firstborn was a baby, gaon used to hold them out to yohan for kisses but it's a ploy because when yohan leaned in gaon would kiss him instead. things like that which made yohan fall in love with him even more.

- gaon pumps so they can switch off every night on who wakes to feed the baby but it's really every three nights because yohan wants gaon to sleep properly to recover so he sleeps lightly in order to wake first when their baby cries

- yes, yohan does taste gaon's milk. it tastes sugary, like the remaining milk at the bottom of a cereal bowl. it's not often because they need to feed the baby, but sometimes as a lil treat 😋

- one time gaon nestles against yohan while feeding so yohan can watch their bby feed over gaon's shoulder with one arm supporting gaon's holding the baby. gaon's exhausted, so he falls asleep mid feed and yohan holds them both so their baby can finish.

- the first time their baby had a vaccination, yohan's alpha instincts went into overdrive at his baby's wail, pheromones flooding the room. as soon as his baby was bandaged up, yohan scooped him up and held him against his cheek and murmured soothingly to him that he was okay, that his aboujie had him, that aboujie wasn't going to let anyone touch him until their baby calmed, feeling safe and secure

- yohan takes an almost anthropological fascination when his baby hits the terrible two's stage and their favorite word is 'no!' because even when his toddler is running around in a fit of incandescent rage, they're still soooo cute. he's a big softie. but he learns to reign it in a little so as not to encourage bad behavior or to make gaon the sole disciplinarian. still, things that easily irritate other parents don't bother him. he loves his goofy ass angry ball of adventure

- their firstborn child is the spitting image of yohan with his father's same protective instincts and shyness. his son owns a comb. many combs in fact but he still lets his hair fall in his eyes. gaon liked to crouch in front of their kid (so tall now!) and comb the hair out of his eyes while teasing him until he broke into a wide grin and nuzzled his face against gaon's. it healed something inside yohan to see it happen

- their second child, a girl, has yohan wrapped around her tiny finger and not just because she has gaon's straight black hair and saucy temper but because yohan has a soft spot for cute baby girls in cute little outfits and cute little pink dresses and it has never left him

- yohan doesn't understand why his son randomly starts making it a habit to gift yohan marigolds that he picked on his way home from school, but he shrugs and accepts his good fortune then adds them to the vase of fresh flowers gaon leaves on his study table every morning

- gaon is stunning in any outfit but yohan's favorite is when gaon wears nothing but his wedding ring, lying in their sheets

- when gaon is in charge of the baby while yohan is at an after work event, he dresses them up in yohan's glasses, tie, and button down then face calls yohan and keeps the baby up front so the first thing yohan sees is his kid just swimming in yohan's shirt with yohan's reading glasses slipping down his face and grinning with glee. it makes yohan laugh out loud during a speech and then he has to play it extra cool during the rest of the night to rehabilitate his image

- people talk about there being a number one and a number two in a marriage but on some things yohan takes the lead and others gaon does and no matter what they feel they always show a united front to the babies and solve their disagreements in private

- yohan would like five kids. gaon tells him in no uncertain terms that two is enough. ofc what happens is he's lax with his birth control and gets pregnant again and yohan tells him he'll support whatever choice gaon makes so gaon decides to go with it. i'll let you decide if it's twins!

you must be brimming with gahan mpreg ideas, anon! feel free to drop them in the ask box or here in the chat so we can scream about the lawful husbands together

#the devil judge #anon asks #my fic ideas #writing together

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lover-of-mine · 6 months

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Since we're thinking tsunami and Buck and Chris and parenthood (I saw literally one post about it that put my mind in overdrive) I kinda wanna talk about it, because it's a very obvious thing that they are making Buck a father right then and there. I think it's pretty on the nose with the blunt cut from Maddie and Chim discussing kids and talking about how Buck is the only person they know who doesn't have one besides them to Eddie dropping Chris off and it was made extremely obvious with the coma dream and Buck remembering the tsunami after the "my kids" conversation with his parents. But there's a very clear shift on the way Buck treats Chris before the tsunami in comparison to after, because in the party at bathenas house Chris is giving him a card and Buck clearly has a lot of affection towards him, but you have Eddie hovering behind them and Buck is still very much "this is my friend's kid" with the way he treats Chris and that's exaggerated by the way he's surprised by the fact that Eddie brought Chris to the loft and he is visibly awkward about how to handle Chris being there, the way he's moving, the way he's looking at Eddie, the trying to pass the "babysitting" over to Carla, "what do you like to do for fun". Obviously, there's the level that comes with the way Buck is in a bad mental state but Buck doesn't truly get why Eddie would just hand him Chris and go to work.

When they're at the park, shit is less awkward because Buck's not only benefiting from Chris but from getting out of the house even if he does ends up getting all deep with Chris because he's still very upset. But after the wave hits, it flips a switch. Again, there are a lot of layers there, for starters Chris is a child who cannot survive that situation alone, Buck is a person who cares more about other people than himself, he is responsible for Chris at that moment even if he didn't feels anything particularly fatherly towards him, but the time it takes for Buck to find Chris shifts Buck's world and that's very obvious. Buck has always been awed by Chris but sitting in there truck Buck goes from dad's friend to father and it's obvious on the way he's handling the situation. Keeping Chris distracted, saying they're a good team by saving all the people, the games to keep Chris from seeing the worst of it, Buck's instincts surrounding Chris changed and a parallel that happens in the episode that I think it's a very deep proof of that is the way that Buck gets distracted on the park and doesn't hear Chris calling his name multiple times because he's busy mopping over the rescue that's happening, but when he's helping other people and Chris falls in the water, he reacts instantly to Chris' voice and doesn't hesitate to jump into the water to go after him even though that's the most dangerous thing he could do in that situation because he needs to get to his kid.

They are again very obvious on the way he spends the entirety of the next episode looking for him even though he's in no shape to actually stay on his feet. Something that always breaks me is the way he talks to the lady with the lists and braces himself to look in the morgue so that he knows for sure if Chris isn't there because the way he hesitates to walk over kills me along with the way he calls Maddie because he's not getting help for himself until he knows for sure what happened. Then obviously, there's the way he's shaking head to toe while trying to talk to Eddie but can't say the words out loud and how he's ready to cry even though he kept it together so far because saying it out loud makes it real and he can't handle that. And the way he just drops the second he realizes Chris is safe on Eddie's arms. And there's the way that a major thing about being a parent is the instinct to protect and Buck is sitting in loft looking all sorts of devastated because he thinks he failed to protect Chris and he tries to stop Eddie from leaving Chris with him again because he truly believes Chris needs protection from him so it doesn't matter how much the situation is hurting him, since he believes Chris is better off away from him, he just accepts that he has to live with it. But since Eddie says he trusts Buck with Chris and Chris looks happy to be there with him, he just gives into the way he needs Chris around at that moment.

And it's kind crazy when you add the relationship between Buck and Chris outside of Eddie after that, because, yeah, Eddie relies on Buck for help with Chris, but Chris himself relies on Buck. There's some crazy stuff like the way Chris runs away to Buck because he's mad at Eddie or the way Buck's whole body relax when he sees Chris after the shooting or the way that Chris, a kid who's surrounded by first responders, called Buck not 911 during Eddie's breakdown. Or maybe the way the show cuts from Hen and Karen telling Denny's biological father that "our son our rules" to Buck and Chris chilling in the loft baking cookies for Chris to take to his school while Chris tries to get Buck to let him have cookies as dinner and Buck just makes the decisions himself. Is it a simple decision about what Chris is having for dinner? Yes. But that makes it so much bigger for me because it's just expected that Buck doesn't have to check every little detail regarding Chris with Eddie before doing something. Chris is Buck's too and the show very much pushes that idea and it all started in the tsunami.

#this is shorter than i expected not gonna lie #buck is Chris' other dad and i want a verbal confirmation #come on 911 just give it to me already #911 #thoughts thoughts thoughts #is this a meta?#kspskapakapakpa #i don't know #911 meta #for searching purposes #im just feeling feelings

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itsupermanti · 1 year

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Pyrrha Rose-Arc #2; Adjustment Phase

Pyrrha gazed around her new room in the Rose-Arc household, taking stock of her situation.

Pyrrha(sorting out her new and old memories): Ok, so my name is Pyrrha Rose-Arc.

Pyrrha(gazing at an old picture of her old self with Team JNPR): I’m the reincarnation of Pyrrha NIKOS, and I regained my old memories after I hit my head when I fell out of a tree.

Pyrrha(shuddering when she recalls what her mother did to the tree): A tree my mother proceeded to reduce to sawdust…

Pyrrha(looking at her personal TV with a gaming system): From what I gathered from my memories as Pyrrha ROSE-ARC, I enjoy playing video games.

Pyrrha(looking at a small desk with sketches for weapon designs): Designing weapons.

Pyrrha(noting the various wrappers for sweets littered around a small trash basket): Eating sweets.

Pyrrha(seeing a shelf filled with various trophies and pictures): I’m considered to be just as much a prodigy as my parents.

Pyrrha(seeing more pictures of herself having a good time with her parents, and sweat dropping when she sees a picture of her and her parents wearing matching Beowulf onesies while sleeping together on the couch): But my aunts claim that I’m just as much a dork as my parents…

Pyrrha(clenching her fists with a determined look on her face): You know what? I accept this!

Pyrrha(seeing a picture of Jaune and Ruby holding her in their arms shortly after her birth, wide smiles and tears in their eyes): I’m glad that they were able to find happiness, and that they named me after my first life!

Pyrrha(turning to the TV): And most people know not to make a big deal of who my parents are, so I’m not constantly put on a pedestal for a girl my age.

Pyrrha(walking to the TV and turning it on): Which means I can actually see what it’s like to be a normal girl.

Pyrrha(as her gaming system turns on): Now let’s see what Jaune loved so much about these games?

10 Minutes Later;

Pyrrha(finding a new weapon in game): This weapon looks so cool!

20 Minutes Later;

Pyrrha(gains a new character): They look strong.

50 Minutes Later;

Pyrrha(as she fails a time trial): I ALMOST HAD IT!!!

1 Hour and 12 Minutes Later;

Pyrrha(defeating a large horde of enemies with a burst attack, her hair disheveled): HAHAHA!!! YES!!! I AM A GODDESS!!!

2 Hour Later;

Pyrrha sitting before the TV, her eyes bloodshot and her hair a mess. A wide grin present on her face as she approaches the next boss.

Pyrrha(grinning like a maniac): THIS SO FUN!!! I wonder why I never played games like this in my old-

Pyrrha stops in the middle of her sentence as the boss appears, and she sees their full appearance.

The boss is a woman in a red dress, with black hair and fiery amber eyes, with balls of flames manifesting in her hands.

Meanwhile;

Jaune is laying on the couch, his wife snuggled up against his chest with a blanket over them as they calmly enjoy a movie together.

Ruby(snuggling closer to her husband with a content sigh): This is nice, isn’t it?

Jaune(kissing her forehead): Yes, it i-

Pyrrha(from her room): AAAAAAIIIIIHHHHH!!!

The parents immediately throw the blanket off of them and bolt up the stairs as they hear the sound of a blade flying through the air and glass breaking.

Ruby(breaking the door open with the strength she uses to swing Crescent Rose around like a stick): WHO HURT OUR BABY?!?!?!

They parents look around in fear, only to see their daughter hiding under her bed covers, with her small replica of Crocea Mors she got from her grandparents stabbed into the TV.

Ruby’s maternal instincts go into overdrive and she immediately sits besides her daughter and hugs her tightly, wrapping the covers around her smaller body and comforting her.

Ruby(rubbing her back as tears of fright fall from her daughter’s silver eyes): It’s okay sweetie…

Jaune(seeing the shattered TV screen flicker as the boss character is shown, before moving to hug their daughter as well): It’s just a game, she can’t hurt you.

Pyrrha gazed over her parents’ shoulders at the flickering image of the boss character, remembering her first death at the hands of a madwoman who looks just like the woman in the game.

Pyrrha begins to nod off to sleep, comforted by her parents as they stay by her side…

Author’s Note: Let me know what you guys think.

#rwby #rwby au #pyrrha rose arc au #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #ruby rose #rwby lancaster #rwby cinder fall

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hi hi hi! i dont know if your requests are open or not, but i absolutely adore your reaper stories 🥺

if they are, would you consider writing a short prompt or hcs of gabe/reaper differences as a dad? i got this mad baby fever rn im so sorry 😭

and if not, i love you and your content anyway, please take care and don't push yourself too hard!

🐀💕

notes: NO BCS I've also got the baby fever, help? (accidentally writes 1.2k words sksksk) tysm for the request and the kind words! <3 warnings: pregnancy, mild sexual content/suggestion Gabriel and Reaper pregnancy and early fatherhood HCs (+ bonus drabbles)

Gabriel:

His protective instincts go into overdrive. If you thought it was bad before, ooh, you have another thing coming.

If you're part of Overwatch/Blackwatch, he has you benched as soon as he finds out you're pregnant to protect you and the life inside you.

Keeps the baby scan picture on his desk, another copy in his wallet.

Wants to cater to your every need, even down to your tying your shoelaces and grabbing everything while you're pregnant.

Gets even touchier, but not necessarily sexual, just sensual. Rubs lotion into your stomach, massages your feet, and insists on you using him as a pillow if you need it.

Calls his mother and asks for advice on how best to support you.

Insists on buying everything the baby could possibly need, and on building the cot and decorating a nursery.

Slightly leans towards wanting a girl more than anything, as he wants her to take after you instead of him.

Fantasizes with you about how he can bond with baby when they grow up, regardless of who they are, he hopes to get them into sports.

Secretly wonders if he should take up knitting to make little baby clothes/hats/blankets

Pushes himself harder at work. He's always wanted to make the world a better place, but having a child with you makes him all the more desperate.

When the baby comes, he becomes even more of a light sleeper, stirring as soon as the baby does and rushing to soothe them.

Would never in a million years tell another soul, but he gets a little insecure if he feels the baby prefers you over him.

Speaks to them in Spanish as well as English, from when they're in the womb and onwards.

Proudly wears his sling to hold the baby, whether it's at home cooking meals for you or taking the baby in for an office day.

Outside of your blood relatives, Jack and Ana are the only ones he trusts with the baby alone, his fierce protection remaining.

It's not begrudging, but he does find it a little hard having to somewhat step away from his career a little to be a present father. He also doesn't think it's fair for you to be the only one making sacrifices.

You do have small arguments over some parenting styles, with him relying on older wisdom and advice from his mother, even if newer advice might not always agree.

"She's asleep, Gabe." You sigh, stepping up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

He stands sentinel, watching her protectively as she softly snores away in her cot.

"I know." He whispers, yet his eyes fix on her for a moment longer. "She just looks so peaceful. I think she'll make it through the night."

Gabriel takes her sleep seriously and is always finding new ways to soothe her to sleep. Her latest is falling asleep on his chest in the rocking chair before he delicately places her down onto her own sheets.

You slip away with a smile, content at witnessing his love for your daughter. Heading into the kitchen, you begin to tidy the kitchen and make sure everything is prepared for another day of parenting tomorrow.

It's Gabriel's turn to stay home, and you ensure there are enough pumped bottles in the fridge.

As you wander around the kitchen, it's Gabriel's turn to slip his arms around your waist, his lips falling to your neck.

"Since we have some time to ourselves..." His voice drops low and tempting, making you shiver.

You've spent a lot of time healing and resting, adjusting to parenthood, and lately the two of you haven't had the time or the capacity for sexual intimacy.

His hands grip at your waist, pulling you back against the hardness growing in his sweats. "... I was thinking we could get started on baby Reyes number two."

You feel yourself flush with need. "¿Muy pronto?" ("So soon?)

"Hazme papá otra vez." ("Make me a daddy again.")

Reaper:

Initially shocked as he didn't even know it was possible, but life finds a way. He struggles with the idea of it, but you assure him that it happened for a reason.

Similar in his extremely protective nature, but is a bit more violent about it should he need to be. If he hears about someone in public who knocked into you or wouldn't give up their seat, he stews with anger.

Private about it, even more than he is usually with info regarding you. Doesn't tell a soul in Talon because he worries about the consequences. (Sombra knows, because of course she does)

Starts taking more work contracts, which leads to a little bit of worry within you for his safety, and creates a bit of distance between you, but it's for a good reason he acts this way.

Often watches you sleep, making sure you're in a comfortable position and aren't too disturbed by the pregnancy.

Leans towards wanting a boy, so he can raise him to be a protector for you, too.

Feels a sense of primal arousal seeing you swell with his child.

When the baby comes, and you're cuddling up with the newborn, he excuses himself to get some water, but really he cries for the first time in forever.

A sense of guilt creeps in, as he feels undeserving of you and the child you've blessed him with.

Was relieved to see the baby wasn't afraid of him, wasn't afraid of his form or vibe, but he has been whispering to them since they were inside you, getting them used to his voice.

Defers to your maternal instincts on most matters AND shows his love and paternal feelings by providing for and protecting you both

Has to put up with Sombra making dad jokes at his expense, lovingly blackmailing him for photos.

You wake with a start, worry coursing through you as Reaper materializes in the room with a loud clatter.

"We have to go now." His voice is panicked and strained as he begins to throw things on the bed.

Pulling yourself out of bed, your confusion persists, yet you grab the suitcase and bags you can, filling them with items. "What's happening?"

"We're leaving." He replies in a huff, grabbing your valuables from the nightstand.

You grip onto your beloved, peeling his mask off in a hurry as you try to discern what is happening. "Please, stop. Just explain what's going on."

Reaper takes a few deep breaths, his jaw tightening as he returns your hold. "I have a way out, from Talon, from everything." He keeps his voice grave and steady. "To keep you safe, to keep the baby safe."

You search his eyes for any sign of insincerity, in complete disbelief at his words. "I- really, you're going to leave?!"

He struggles to meet your gaze, his red-hued eyes cast down at the floor. "My activity over the last few months..."

"You've been preparing a way out?"

"With a little help." He chuckles, before turning serious once more. "We'll have new identities, a new life. But we'll be safe. I'll keep you safe."

You wrap your arms around his neck, stepping up to press a kiss to his lips. "I love you, Gabriel." You sigh, whispering his name.

"I love you too." His hands drop to your stomach, caressing the growing bump as he holds you close. "Both of you."

#gabriel reyes x reader #reaper x reader #overwatch headcannons #gabriel reyes #reaper overwatch #gabriel reyes headcannons #overwatch fanfiction

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imeanwhynotbruv · 1 year

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Hi! I saw your Soldier Boy AU and I really liked the concept! You mentioned that Spider wouldn't know how to not act like a solider. I'm curious as to how do you imagine this would crop up? It's such a sad thing for a child to go through, and I wonder how the revelation that this kid doesn't know how to be a kid would strike the other kids and adults. I also wonder if Spider even recognizes his upbringing as something abnormal, as kids who grow up in abusive situations typically don't know something is wrong until they find a point of comparison or someone to explain to them.

I look forward to seeing what you do with this AU concept! It's so interesting! :)

Soldier boy Spider Au

AAAAA! I’m so happy you liked it! Im also looking forward to how this au will change but here’s what I think the answers would be so far

I don’t think the other adults would really realise it at first when Spider is still technically their captive. Like they know he’s a bit of a weird kid but they assume it’s just him being worried after practically being kidnapped.

I love Jake, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think he’d notice it right away even when Spiders is interacting with his kids, he’s probably just assume Spider was a well behaved kid (which he’s not really, he’s just scared to get into trouble because they’ve all been really nice to him for the most part) he’s also really busy with his duties as Olo'eyktan and doesn’t have as much time as he’d like even with his own kids, let alone Spider.

I think it would take Neytiri to notice and point it out to him, like she wouldn’t want to notice because she doesn’t want to like this kid, but she just can’t help it. She sees the way Spider won’t hesitate to do what he’s been told even if he clearly didn’t want to, even if he’s doing something else. She watches the way he gets nervous when he hasn’t been given exact, to the point, instructions or how worried he gets when he can’t figure out something that would be simple.

Neteyam would definitely notice, his big brother instincts just on overdrive all the time with his siblings, and because Spider now spends so much time with them that extends to him as well. He sees the way Spider can go from smiling and laughing to cold and professional when an adult (especially his parents) try talking to him.

Kiri would notice and just decide that yeah, she’s going to drown him in her friendship and there’s nothing anyone can do about that.

Lo’ak wouldn’t notice at first, or at least he doesn’t know why Spider acts the way he does. I can definitely see him not liking Spider at first (something he later feels guilty for) especially when after they let Spider outside, Jake is like “why can’t you listen to me like Spider?” “Why can’t you just behave like Spider” Jake doesn’t mean to but he causes a bit of a strain between the two of them in the beginning mainly because Lo’ak thinks Spider is trying to make him look worse, and Spider doesn’t know what he’s doing to make Lo’ak mad and that makes him mad to.

Tuk definitely gets attached to Spider quickly, he’s always willing to indulge her and play with her. However she quickly realised Spider doesn’t really know how to play anything, even hide and seek to her horror, so she takes it upon herself to teach Spider all the games she loves. So she doesn’t know why Spider is the way he is, but she definitely wants to make him happy and by making him play with her, she’s accidentally giving him everything he’d missed out on and he doesn’t understand why he’s enjoying it so much.

Ronal notices almost instantly that Spider is weird, but at first she just try’s to pass it off as a human thing. The more she watches Spider sound the village the more concerned she gets. Spider is too willing to do tasks and not willing enough to ask for help. Maybe he hides and injury (because he’s not aloud to be a problem)or something and she decides enough is enough and talks to Tonowari.

Tonowari also notices quickly, he’s too much of a protective dad not to notice, like Ronal he thinks it’s a human thing but when his wife comes to him to compare notes they realise it’s quite a problem so he decides to talk to Jake.

Jake and Tonowari then have to give a very confused Spider a ‘your not a soldier’ talk, at first he doesn’t understand but they don’t let him leave until he does.

Spider definitely didn’t know his upbringing wasn’t normal, he didn’t have other kids for reference with until the Sullys and a lot of the adults wouldn’t talk to him. Spider is definitely worried the first time he sees Lo’ak talk back, when Tuk throws a tantrum, he doesn’t understand that what happened to him wasn’t just the norm.

He doesn’t understand the strange looks he gets when he asks them weird questions he thought were normal. He’d definitely shocked when he’s woken from a nightmare by Neytiri and comforted, when Jake doesn’t get mad at him because he can’t master the bow immediately, when Ronal explains to him that yes, even a scratch (it’s really not a scratch) deserves to be looked at, when Tonowari doesn’t get mad at him for being tried from work and instead encourages him to take breaks.

He’s shocked at the reactions of other kids when they look at him horrified when he’d talk about his childhood. How their stories are so much different to his own.

He definitely has a good cry when Tonowari and Jake really explain that no, that was not normal and was not his fault.

•••

Anyway those are some of my ideas!

Thank you for asking!

Let me know if you have any suggestions/request/questions I’d love to answer them!

I hope you enjoyed❤️

#avatar 2 #spider soccoro sully #spider soccoro #avatar twow #tonowari #ronal avatar #jake sully #neytiri #sully kids #SoldierBoySpider

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awkward-tension-art · 28 days

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Remain By His Side chp.4 Graduation

Chp.3 Chp.5

You graduated. and all you could do was think about your grief.

warnings: A lot of talk about grief, death mention, talk of family, graduations, reader is a smart cookie, grief over a lost sibling, Leon and reader both need a hug, angst

Leon left in mid February. He had gone to basic training, and from there…you had no idea.

You cried as you hugged him tightly. You liked living with Leon. It was nice. Especially on the nights where your grief overwhelmed you, or his nightmares woke him up. You two would lean on each other. He became a part of your family. Someone you cared for. Someone you could rely on.

Your mother practically adopted him. When she found out he had no parents on thanksgiving, you could see the maternal instinct go into overdrive. Your father as well. By Christmas he was calling the former rookie cop ‘sport.’

A part of you worried they saw him as a replacement for your older brother. They saw Leon as the son who did survive, where the other did not.

Sometimes you wondered if he felt it too. That if your brother lived he wouldn’t have been as welcomed as he was.

You would have taken in him all the same, you think.

After you dropped him off to the airport, you actually cried in your apartment. It felt lonely without him. Mocha also clearly was upset. She meowed for a solid week, pacing in and out of Leons room.

It took 2 weeks for you to get back into your routine. Classes, teaching assistantship, and research. Despite your schedule, you always wrote to Leon every monday. Sometimes you’d send him pictures of Mocha.You always received a response by thursday. No pictures though.

He asked about your midterm grades and poked fun at you for having a B.

You sent him a picture of Mocha looking angry as she laid on his pillow.

He asked about med school admissions. You told him you were accepted to medical school. He responded by saying you weren’t going to have a life. He asked about graduation and you sent the dates.

The communication was basic. Standard. The two of you couldn’t have deep heart-to-hearts on paper. It was…bitter sweet. Each letter reminded you that you really did miss him. But you enjoyed keeping up communication.

You invited him to your graduation, telling him if he couldn’t make it, you wouldn’t be upset.

What you didn’t expect was for him to actually show up.

You were adjusting your cap in the mirror while your immediate family were in your living room. You could hear them chatting and talking. You all were going for breakfast since the ceremony was at noon and after that, a small family party at your apartment complex clubhouse. You heard a knock on your door and Mocha shot her head up from your bed.

“I’ll get it.” your mom announced before you heard the door open and a gasp.

You dropped your gown and rushed out of your door, “Is everything-!”

Leon was in the doorway. His eyes were wide while your mom held his cheeks. He was clearly surprised when she cried, “Oh Leon, baby!”

“I uh…hi.” He was flustered when she began to kiss his face all over. Your friend and roommate laughed ever so slightly, embarrassed as he was pulled inside. Clearly maternal love was still foreign to him, “I hope I'm not intruding…”

“Leon!” You and Sherry both rushed to him and wrapped your arms around him.

Holy shit! His chest felt like a brick wall!

You pulled back, taking him in. He looked…tired. His blonde hair was longer and more choppy. His muscles were hard and much larger than when he left. Did he get taller?

His transformation reminded you of your brother. When he returned from basic training he too had become more muscular…

No. today is supposed to be happy. You can’t think about those you lost.

You grinned, swallowing your grief, “You could have called, you know.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” He responded, pulling back and ruffling Sherry’s hair.

“Look at you, come here, sport.” Your dad pulled him into a bone crushing hug, “Lookin’ like a soldier.” Your younger brother and older sister joined in on the hugs.

“I hope I’m not interrupting…” He murmured, getting his blonde hair messed up by your father.

“Not at all, we’re just about to head to breakfast.” You smiled, going back into your room to finish getting ready. The smile on your face didn’t go away. Your friend and roommate was back. You didn’t know for how long, but you knew he was here now.

Sherry was ecstatic. You could hear her tell Leon things about her school, her new friends and her life.

You finished getting ready. The moment you fixed your cap and settled your gown, your mom took so many pictures she needed two disposable cameras.

However, when the flash went off, you saw Leon tense. He let out a breath before speaking, “Where’s Mocha?” His voice was strained, something both your parents didn’t miss. However, no one said anything.

“My room. She’ll be happy to see you.” You answered with a smile, putting an arm around your older sister for another picture.

He shuffled off quickly, aiming to your bedroom to cuddle your cat. You missed your dad following him.

While pictures were being taken, Leon walked out of your room, holding a very upset Mocha.

“My baby!” You giggled, opening your arms for the calico. The cat didn’t enjoy being woken up and manhandled, but she behaved for about five pictures before her kitty timer ran out. She wiggled from your arms and immediately went to Leon.

“She likes me more.” He teased, picking your feline up.

“Traitor.” You laughed, scratching under her chin. Your eyes met Leon’s and you found yourself staring.

He had such beautiful eyes. Clear blue. Like arctic ice.

You couldn’t hear your family around you. Instead, your focus was on him. His eyes. His blonde hair. His handsome face.

His very kissable lips.

Your thoughts came to a halt, “Take her. She's breaking my heart.” You covered your fluster, “Oh she’s betrayed me.” Your tone was lighthearted, pretending to be dramatic.

Leon cleared his throat and laughed slightly, “I’ll put her back.” He stepped away from you so your little brother could grab your arm for some more pictures for your mom. You didn’t see the slight blush that dusted his cheeks.

Your mom burned through another disposable camera during breakfast. She seemed particularly interested in you and Leon sitting next to each other.

It was nice, having a majority of your family together. Yet…

What would your brother think? What would he say?

No. You had to be strong. Keep your head high. Stay calm and collected.

Your smile remained when breakfast was done. And all through the ceremony. You continued to keep your spirits as high as you could. During the speeches, there was mention of Raccoon City. Talks of how avoidable the tragedy was. Of how despite the pain of loss, there’s hope. How the next generation could stop such a thing from happening again. Build a better future.

You wanted to laugh bitterly.

Your aunt and uncle destroyed lives. They created something evil and paid the price. It was just unfortunate they killed so many before they died. No justice could be had here. No hope.

Their hubris nearly killed their daughter and left Leon traumatized. Their selfishness stole your brother and broke your family.

You snapped your attention back when you heard your name. You stood as your family cheered and clapped. Your steps were steady and calm as you swallowed your despair. With a handshake, a diploma and a picture, you’ve graduated.

Bachelor of science with two majors, Immunology and Microbiology.

Your plan now was to attend medical school. Sell your life, soul and mental health for a M.D/Ph.D program. You’d be a damn hermit for years, working towards the ability to research and cure disease. Or become a doctor and treat patients' immune conditions. Hopefully both.

At the end of the day, you wanted to help people.

The rest of the ceremony went with a blur. More names. More speeches. But by the end of it, you managed to claw your mind out of the deep pit of grief you dug yourself in. You couldn’t fall apart. Not here.

You had mostly snapped out of it when you reunited with your family. More pictures were taken. More disposable cameras were used up. You returned to your apartment where some of your extended family had decorated. It was a small party for you. To celebrate your achievement.

It was…good. Fun. Nice.

I want my brother. You thought as you introduced Leon to a couple of cousins that weren’t there for the holidays.

Curse your emotions. Curse your tumultuous mind. You wanted to be happy! It was your graduation!

And all you could think about was your grief. Your pain you kept behind a mask. You needed air. You needed to be alone. You needed to cry.

Not here. Calm down. Relax. Get yourself together.

Your mask was firm. At least until everyone left. You’d stay strong as steel.

Hours later, once a majority of everyone left and the clubhouse was cleaned., your mom kissed your cheeks. Your dad crushed your back with hugs. Your older sister and younger brother wrapped their arms around you tightly. The goodbyes were sweet, but you knew you’d see them again soon during the summer months.

You returned to your apartment with Leon. Wordlessly, you stripped yourself of your cap and gown. He picked up on your emotions skillfully, “You ok?”

Immediately you cried. Your palms were at your face as you finally broke down. It was like that single question opened the floodgates.

“Woah! Hey, hey. It's alright.” He stepped towards you and his strong arms were around your body, “It’s gonna be ok.”

“It's not!” you sobbed, “I want my brother! I miss him! I wish he was here. I wish he could have…” Your rambling was strained by your cries, “I miss my aunt Annette and uncle William too…they…I know what they did was awful…but I can't help but miss them.”

Leon squeezed you close to his chest. He held you in a warm embrace and let you cry.

Get yourself together! You forced yourself to calm down. It was ridiculous. You had just graduated! You should be happy. But all you could feel now is the pain of those who were missing.

“I’m sorry.” you mumbled, pulling back, “After what they did…to you…to Sherry…”

“No…they…” Leon kept his hands on your upper arms, “They were your family, I get it.”

You sniffled, wiping your tears on the back of your hand, “Leon…” Your throat hurt, but you needed to know, “What…what were their last moments like?”

His blue eyes widened, his grip tightened. There was confusion, worry and anxiety in his gaze, “I…You don’t want to know.” He informed you as kindly as he could, “It’s not something you should-”

“I need to know.” You responded, managing to get your emotions under control.

Leon swallowed and nodded. He told you. Of William’s mutations. His killing of your aunt. The former rookie couldn’t properly describe everything. But you could fill in the gaps.

By the end of it, you needed more. You needed to know everything they did. The undead they created. The city they destroyed. The lives they took.

“...tell me everything.” You murmured, sitting down, “If you can. Tell me about Raccoon City.”

He sat next to you, looking at his hands. They were rough with callouses. He remained silent, not looking at you.

“Please.” You whispered.

Leon nodded slowly, “Ok…”

He told you everything.

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