#perhaps I’ll do the seven after the bad kids

[pecan-jelly]

Adaine Abernant: The People’s Oracle!

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #d&d #adaine abernant #adaine o'shaughnessey #d20 fhjy #d20 fantasy high #d20 fanart #I guess I am making a collection of all the bad kids #idrk how to draw men so we’ll see how the boys end up #perhaps I’ll do the seven after the bad kids

[milfjuulpod]

Good Girl II.

Summary: a continuation of Good Girl, read it here! aka the dinner date

warnings: NSFW, minors DNI!

A/N: i’ve never rly written smut before which is why this took me so long to post so…if you like pls lmk!! feed back is both greatly appreciated and helps motivate me. ok love u mwah

<3

It was nearly seven, and you waited anxiously on your couch for Melissa to arrive. She had texted you after school to tell you she would pick you up, so you sat dressed and awaited her arrival. Out of nerves, you began playing with the edge of your dress, it was casual enough but still, made you look your best for her.

Although you were happy to finally have a date with Melissa, your mind was full to the brim with thoughts. Number one, she never told you where dinner was. Melissa just sent you a text that read, I’ll pick you up at seven, wear whatever makes you feel your best 😘, keeping the dinner plans to herself. Secondly, the events that led you to this very moment. Melissa’s pet name, everybody hearing it, and the kiss. Her kiss. She kissed you with so much care and want, you could only hope you would get to feel that again tonight.

Before you could drive yourself any crazier, there was a knock at your door. Straightening yourself out one last time for good luck, you opened the door and felt speechless. “Cat got your tongue?” Melissa teased you, bringing you back down to earth. “Sorry, you look…wow. Incredible,” you sheepishly replied, giving her another look over. Her fiery hair was full of waves, falling across her bare shoulders. All of her curves were accented perfectly by her black pantsuit, practically making you drool.

Once you met her eyes again, you realized she was eyeing you just as much, if not more. You felt your face heat up at the attention, feeling a sudden warmth in your stomach. “You don’t look too bad yourself babe. You ready?” Melissa finally spoke, offering her arm to you. She walked you to her car and opened your door for you. “Feeling chivalrous, are we?” You asked her with a smile. “I know how to treat my good girl,” Melissa said to you, but instead of a smile, she had a smirk across her face. Unfortunately, (or, perhaps fortunately), for you, Melissa somehow already knew all of your buttons to push. You silently wondered how long you would last through this date before becoming a needy puddle right in front of her.

“So, where are we going exactly?” You asked once on the road. Melissa took one of her hands off the wheel and rested it on your thigh, “Don’t worry about it kid.”

Before you knew it, you pulled up to a familiar driveway. “Did you forget something?” You asked, wondering why the two of you ended up back at Melissa’s. “No hon, we’re here.” She wasn’t taking you to dinner, she was making you dinner. Of course she was, honestly you should’ve expected it.

“Now, since you’re here, anything you see stays here, alright?” Melissa asked, stopping at her front door. You realized you had seen the outside of her house a few times, but never the inside. Nonetheless, you nodded your head in agreement and were led inside.

Immediately, you noticed all of the photos on her wall, but what took your attention was the dining room. Not only was it decorated so homey, but she had put in the effort to set the table, complete with flowers and candles.

“Mel, did you do all this for me?” You asked, turning to face her. She chose not to answer, instead giving you a small smile and looking back down at her feet. For the first time since you’ve met her, you saw Melissa nervous. You took her hand in yours and pulled her close to you, giving her a quick kiss to show your appreciation.

Without letting go of your hand, she led you to her kitchen, “Come sit in the kitchen while I cook, keep me entertained.” You do as she asked, pouring each of you a glass of wine and sitting yourself on her countertop. You watched Melissa meticulously, watching her dance around the kitchen getting ready to start dinner. You could tell this was her happy place, and you felt honored to be part of it.

“Can I taste the sauce you’re making?” You asked, finishing off your glass of wine. Melissa nodded and walked over to you with her spoon, blowing on it oh so gently. You reached out to take it from her, but she pulled back. Melissa used her free hand to gently open your legs to allow herself to be as close as possible, offering to feed you. “Good girl, always let me feed you,” she said as you closed your mouth around the spoon. “You have got to stop calling me that, Mel,” you said to her quietly. Of course, both of you knew you didn’t actually want her to stop. “You sure hon? Because the way your cheeks get red and you lose your words makes me think you like being called that,” Melissa said, pulling you by the hips so her front was flesh with your core. You were positive she could feel the throbbing coming from between your legs. She was warm against you, her hands squeezing just tight enough on your hips. This close, you got lost in her beautiful green eyes, getting a shade or two darker as she met your gaze.

“Hon?” Melissa’s voice interrupted your thoughts. Her hands pushed the edge of your dress up, rubbing circles on your inner thighs with her thumbs. “I’m sorry, am I distracting you?” She asked again, giving you the biggest smirk you’ve seen yet. “You know you are, Schemmenti. You’re quite good at that, y’know,” Melissa lightly laughed at your comment, “I’m quite good at a lot of things,” she replied, inching her fingers farther and farther up your thighs. “Oh yeah? Show me,” You told her, pulling her in to a deep kiss. The feeling of her fingers finding their way closer between your legs made you moan into Melissa’s mouth.

Melissa used her middle finger to gently rub between your folds, groaning at the wetness she could already feel. “All this for me, huh baby?” She teased you. Your hips bucked towards her, begging for more. “Melissa, please,” you begged between kisses.

She trailed wet kisses from your lips down your jaw, whispering in your ear, “use your words baby.” Melissa pulled the fabric of your underwear to the side and slowly ran her fingers between you. “God Mel, fuck me. Please fuck me.” You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, you couldn’t care when Melissa was touching you this way. “Attagirl,” She said, gently pushing a finger inside you. She was fast to add another, quickening her pace and making you come completely undone right on her kitchen counter.

“Melissa I-“ You tried to speak, “I’m so close baby.” You felt her curl her fingers harder, move them faster. “Let go hon, I’ve got you,” Her breath was hot against your neck, her lips even hotter. When she nipped at your pulse point you were done for, clenching around her fingers and arms wrapped around her for dear life. “Such a good girl you are, my good girl,” Melissa cooed, giving you gentle kisses as you caught your breath.

“We should’ve done this sooner,” you smiled at her, still panting from earlier. “Yeah, a lot sooner,” Melissa said. Her smile was even bigger than yours as she gently picked you up off the counter and pulled you back to cook with her.

#abbott elementary fics #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #reader fic #wlw #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Scribbled this out a few nights ago. It’s not really about any specific event, though it references the Tazercraft Prison stuff and the Election Dinner so spoilers for those. It just... idk I know cc!Philza rarely does lore because by the time people get going he’s falling asleep, buuuuuut in character he surely has his reasons too. Even if getting dragged into it will happen sooner or later. Also. I saw the Antarctic Empire outfit from smp earth and was like. that’s a cool colour I’ll make him wear it. Then ran with it.

Fit, Philza, and the inevitable.

Philza was retired. Fit knew this, and he respected it - after everything, his friend deserved nothing less than to stay at home with his children, to grow potatoes and build basements and decorate nearly every surface with moss and glowberries. His swords had been swapped for axes, his armour hung up for more easily cleaned dungarees, and his wings clipped so badly that he might never regain use of them again.

That last point? It hurt Fit, it hurt him so bad. He remembers seeing Philza fly across worlds, dark as night and free as a bird. Nobody could have stopped him, then. Now... the codes can, Etoiles could, but this world was strange and none of the rules were quite right, and Philza had always been resistant to change.

But Philza was also a dear friend, and Fit could no longer afford for this to go wrong. He trusted nobody on this island, not one of them.

Well.

He trusted Philza, but perhaps it was that trust too which made him hesitate. When Pac and Mike were merely kidnapped for a day, he had been tempted, so tempted to tell him. But then he would have had to tell the rest, and...

Fit was no fool. He knew how it would end. Philza would be unwilling to involve himself, to scared of risking his children- one too eager to fight, the other an easier target than most.

And yet, Philza would help him anyway. Because they were friends, because they had always been friends, because Philza might have been unwilling but he very rarely said no to a genuine plea for help.

He would have agreed, and he would have destroyed himself to do it.

So here they were, stood at the edge of the wall. Ramon was antsy, ready to go, but Fit had insisted on wishing Philza and his eggs a proper goodnight.

"Night mate," his old friend said, as he opened the hatch to his basement.

Fit hesitated, and Philza escaped. But...

"Wait here Ramon," Fit opened it for himself, and followed Philza down.

"Fit?" The confusion was so genuine. "Did you need something else?"

"Philza," he replied. "Put the kids to bed, but then I need to speak to you."

Philza frowned, but nodded - told Fit just to wait outside.

After a short while, Philza returned to the top. His face was grim, and they both knew how this conversation would end.

"So Philza," Fit said. "Do you remember where I come from?"

"I do," Philza replied, his frown falling further.

"I've been taking steps to deal with the Federation at the request of-" Fit spoke quickly, cut off by Ramon headbutting him hard enough to bruise.

"I don't want to know," Philza glanced to the hatch behind him as he spoke, preventing Fit from continuing. "My children, Fit, you know-"

"I do know," Fit held out a hand. "I’m sorry old friend; I wouldn't be asking if I had any other option left."

Philza closed his eyes, looking down and seeming every bit his age. After a long moment he sighed, looking up to the sky, and then the Federation eyesore on his doorstep.

"Just let me check on the children, alright mate? I’ll be right back."

He did not pause before pulling open the hatch.. For a moment he hesitated, looking back, before heading back down.

Fit could hear Philza talk, telling Chayanne and Tallulah to find Forever or Bad if anything happened, anything at all. The noise faded as he sang them to sleep, and then began to busy himself with something else.

Fit waited, and he could only hope that it paid off as Philza disappeared from the contacts list.

He waited, and waited, and then, seven minutes later, Philza returned.

He had changed in those minutes. Gone was the green and the black, but for the gemstone woven into his hair. The hat remained, its stripes now in a cold, icy blue. A matching tunic, a white and red cape hung with gold chains around his neck. It covered the great, black wings, but they - clipped as they were - sat more freely upon his back, stretching and folding themselves with ease.

And then a black mask, made of his own black feathers and woven into the long, golden hair. It formed a crow's face and beak, covering every identifying part of his face.

And around his neck hung the the Favour of Lady Death herself.

In his full regalia, not as Philza of the Hardcore worlds, nor as Death's beloved Angel, but as the ruler of an Empire which once claimed all the world.

Fit nodded to him.

Philza nodded back.

"Tell me, FitMC of 2b2t," Philza's voice dropped low, everything about him making clear the threat he posed to all’. "What do you need me to do?"

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp fitmc #fanfic by op #my lore knowledge is minimal but I had an outfit idea and I ran with it #q!philza #q!fitmc

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part. 20

Hi!! Next chapter is here, the song mentioned is obv from our lord and saviour Taylor Swift.

Comments make me happy!

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20. Safe and sound

If Finnick weren’t there, you would be dead right now. You are sure you could never walk so fast, but the blonde guy just lifted Marjorie and tossed her through the door like she was a potato sack.

Not very classy, but efficient.

The door closes behind you with a loud noise and you begin to shake so hard it hurts you.

«She needs medical help, her ankle is broken or something. Maybe twisted.» You order. You don’t know anything about medical help, even if your mother is a midwife. You should have listened to her more, you should have been more focused.

You risked the life of a kid, perhaps multiple kids, just because you talked without thinking. “Come to me”, like you are a great warrior. You are nothing, even Marjorie almost died because of you. So caught up in your perfect little love fantasy to think about anything else, you are selfish, and you are a murderer. A killer, you killed Clark, you killed that guy in Capitol City, you…

«Daisy, please, Daisy breathe.» Marjorie looks at you, worried.

She is beautiful. You never thought about how beautiful she looks. She has blonde hair and blue eyes, so blue they are almost painful to watch. her family had a bakery you now remember, maybe she is related to Peeta, same colours. 

You look… normal, in comparison. Pretty. Not beautiful, you are plain. Plain and you are not even good, you are evil, you are selfish, you deserve it. You deserve all the bad things that happened to you. 

«I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault I’m sorry…» You begin to say and she rolls her eyes before hugging you. She would never do something like that if you weren’t panicking. 

«You are a little shit and I don’t like you, but this is not your fault.» She reassures you and pats your head. You like honesty. She is as honest as… Well, they grew up together after all, it’s only natural.

The first bang is unexpected. You cover your ears and you watch her as she is taken by the nearest couch to get medicated. The attack has begun.

There are other people. Finnick with Annie, the president Alma Coin, Plutarch Heavensbee, guards you don’t recognize. Haymitch is not here, and neither is Katniss or the other victors. Maybe Katniss is in the Capitol trying to rescue Peeta, you are not part of the revolution, they don’t tell you anything.

You can just wait.

The second bang is terrifying. You are not afraid of dying, that is not the first thought. You are afraid the other bunker is not safe. If you die you can have peace with it. If you live and the people in the higher bunker die, you will never have peace. You can see their faces. Effie, Portia, Lora, Perla, your mother, and heaven knows if Alex came back. You didn’t make it up to your mother. You didn’t say goodbye to Effie, she will never know how much she means to you. And where the fuck is Haymitch? If somehow he knew you weren’t in the bunker and he got out to look for you, or for Marjorie… he is not fit, he can’t survive. If he dies, if Holly dies, if Effie dies…

You try not to cry simply because you are alone, and you don’t want Annie to get more upset, but you end up catching your breath because you feel like you can’t breathe anymore. Your heart pumps so loud now your ears are hurting and maybe they are bleeding and maybe you are dying. 

No. You are noy dying. You remember Effie’s words, this is not a heart attack, it’s a panic attack. You just have to calm yourself.

You think of Dianna, when you were seven. Sweet tea in the summer, playing pirates and singing old songs in the meadows. Happy memories. 

There was a song you always played together, an old song from district twelve you forgot with time.

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now, come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound.

You can breathe a little better now.  

«Daisy?» Marjorie looks at you tentatively. She must have said something you didn’t catch. 

«Mh?»

«I said you have a good voice.»

«Oh, thank you.»

You didn’t realise you were singing. You bet you sound like a crazy person, singing in a bunker when bombs are exploding in your face.

«Did your mother teach you?» 

Holly used to teach you everything. You didn’t grow up with a father, it has always been you and her. When she adopted you she was so young you can’t imagine it right now, barely legal but in District 12 a mother is better than nothing, so nobody said anything against it, not even the peacekeepers. It was quite usual for the families that were slightly richer to adopt a kid if they didn’t have any, so that the child could help them, work in the fields with them or in the mines. Nobody ever took the girls, though. The girls weren’t useful if not at home, cleaning and babysitting the other children, and for the most part it was a burden that mothers could hold alone. 

Holly Pinecone came from a long line of midwives. Grandmother, who died before you could meet her, was a midwife too. Still at the time it didn’t make any sense that she adopted you at twenty, when she could still get married and have children. It didn’t make sense to anybody except her.

«Mommy! Look! That’s a plant we can use!» You screamed, so happy you could be helpful. Now you know you couldn’t really be helpful at five, she must have indulged you in believing you have found the plants.

«Yes, and what’s the name of this plant?» You tortured your poor raven braid trying to think. Holly told you a hundred times. You couldn’t disappoint her.

«Sagittaria!»

«Very good! And what’s that?» She asked with a wide grin, a smile you matched as soon as you saw the flower.

«That’s a daisy. That's me!»

«Come here, little one.» She put the flower in your hair. «Beautiful girl.» 

You were quite beautiful, everybody used to tell you that. Big hazel eyes, raven hair always in a braid, clean clothes. You were well behaved enough to always smile at the strangers and you were so quiet it was actually nice to have you around. That was the main goal for Holly, that everybody could love you, so they would have protected you in case of danger. 

«Thank you for saying that.» You answered like she instructed you to, being kind was the first thing for Holly. Well behaved. «Can we sing tonight?»

«What do you want to sing?» She asked, well knowing the answer. 

«Safe and Sound!»

«Always that song. Okay, we can sing before bed time.» She caressed your hair. «Now search for edible plants with me.»

«Among other things.» You murmur.

«She loves you so much. She always wanted a kid.» 

That’s the thing, she wanted a kid. And you stayed a kid until Effie called your name, jumping at her commands like a trained dog. 

«She loves me.» You are not sure she likes you. «Do you think we are safe? Do you think they are safe?» 

«The district was prepared.»

After what you think it’s an hour, but are in reality probably minutes, the bombs stop. 

You can’t believe you survived. You hear the mechanical voice like it comes from heaven. 

The blast doors will open in one minute. Please, remain calm and proceed in orderly fashion out of the bunkers.

As soon as everybody’s free to go out you try to recollect yourself to find your family, but Haymitch is faster than you. Which is news.

«Where were you?!» He is angry and his hands are shivering, he looks paler than usual. He brings you in his arms. «I came into the bunker and you weren’t there. Holly didn’t know where you were, Effie didn’t know where you were. I lost it at Effie. She always knows where you are.»

You pull him tighter. «I got trapped out and Finnick saved me.» Saved us. You will tell him in a minute, now you want him all for you. And maybe you won’t tell him everything, or he will kill the guard and you don’t want him to face consequences. 

«Don’t you ever, ever do that again.» He whispers in your ear.

«Wasn’t exactly my plan…» 

«I don’t care. You won’t be in danger ever again. I’ll make sure of that.» He puts a straw of hair over your ear, almost sweetly. «Couldn’t handle it.»

«You got up in the first bunker for me.» You state. 

He shrugs. «You wouldn’t have left Effie alone.» 

Your heart stops at these words. He would have risked everything to stay with you. You jump to reach his lips and pull him in a passionate kiss that makes you blush, also because when you try to catch a breath he kisses you again, even rougher. 

I love you. You almost let it out.

«I was scared of losing you too.» You whisper instead, «I didn’t know where you were, I got so scared.»

«I’m here now, I’m here.» He closes his eyes with you in his arms, his nose buried in your hair. «Never again.»

«I have to go find my mom. I have to go to Effie!»

At least now Holly will be happy you saved her dearest friend.

«And I have to go to see Peeta. They are coming.»

«Peeta is coming back?» You ask, suddenly a lot happier.

«That’s the plan.» He kisses you again. Despite everything, the bombs and President Snow and the attacks, you can see he is happy to see his not-son again. That’s the man who doesn’t want children.

«I want to see him too, after you.» You ask. You are quite fond of the guy. «I have to talk to Plutarch about what happened, can I see you tonight? We have a lot to catch up on.» You snuggle against his neck. 

«I have a meeting with President Coin, but after that I’m all yours.» He lifts you up to kiss you better. He still smells like woods, alcohol and tobacco, which is impossible since Thirteen doesn’t allow any kind of indulgences and you have been underground for a month now.

You want to talk to Holly, but after a brief hug with Effie and Portia (and Alex, who thanks you again and again instructed by his mother) you approach Plutarch Heavensbee. You don’t like him, that’s the man who wanted you to be collateral damage, so it’s only natural you don’t love him. Still, better him than President Coin, that woman scares you.

«Plutarch, can I have a word?» You approach the blonde guy, who is reluctant to be stopped by you but your face must be worried.

You quickly explain what happened, and he nods. «We will relocate him, don’t worry.»

Relocate him?

Relocate him?

«I’m sorry but that is the man who nearly killed two people because he didn’t get laid, and you want to relocate him?» You reply, stunned. You expect this behaviour from the Capitol, from Snow. 

«I get your point, however we can’t lose force at this particular moment.» He tries to explain to you like you are a kid. To him you probably are a kid.

«You will lose forces when he kills someone because he didn’t have the last cookie!» You snap.

«Daisy, you can’t confirm your story.» He argues, but you are raging right now. 

«Marjorie was with me!» It’s impossible they didn’t ask her and you don’t believe she lied, so what is the truth? They simply don’t care?

It’s normal they don’t care for you, you are not even from Thirteen and you don’t expect them to have empathy, but Caius is dangerous for everybody. 

«Can you please lower your voice?» He asks, and you force yourself not to jump his throat. You don’t speak like that to a tribute. It’s dangerous. 

He won’t do anything. You can see in his eyes that he doesn’t want to lose a guard in his precious war, and it doesn’t matter if he leaves a man like this alone. He is no better than Snow, he was his games master after all. He was born and raised in Capitol City, and not everybody changes like Effie Trinket.

It’s okay, you think, you don’t need him. You can do it alone.

Turns out Peeta is not good. He has been tortured, and they did something to him so right now he doesn’t know what is real or not real anymore, and he thinks Katniss is the enemy. The kind, gentle hearted boy who offered you hot chocolate is gone. 

When you open the door to reach for him he is staring at the wall, with watery eyes and an expression of pure pain.

«Babe…» You try to come closer, but you don’t want to interfere.

«He has been tortured. They wiped out his memory. They transformed him into a mut. He is lost.»

«No! No, we can still-»

«He is lost, Daisy!» He shouts. You try not to take a step back. «And it’s my fault.»

«The doctors here are great.» You argue.

«You knew Peeta. He was better than me, better than Katniss, better than you, better than anyone. And he paid for all of us. He is not coming back, he will never… come back. Fuck, I need a drink.»

This time you go for a hug, even if he doesn't want it he needs it, and when he wraps his arms around you he does something you could never think of, he starts crying. He cries and cries in your arms, exhausted. 

«It is my fault, Sweetheart, all my fault.» You swoon him stroking his hair. Peeta has been taken by Snow, Snow is to blame, not him. He only tried to save everybody.

«It is not.» You whisper in his ear. «Everything will be okay. Believe me.» 

Will it be? You can lie to him, but you don’t see how it could be okay. Katniss is broken hearted, Peeta’s memory is gone, and Thirteen’s government is exactly like Capitol City. You feel like you are fighting a tyrant with another one.

You stay in his embrace until he falls asleep, and you slowly follow him. 

It is you who wakes him up this time, screaming like every night. You don’t even remember what you were dreaming about, but you hear your heart in your ears.  

«Sweetheart, it’s me, sweetheart, it is a nightmare. It’s just a nightmare.» He caresses your cheek. «Just a nightmare.»

«I’m sorry…»

«Don’t be.» You breathe a little, still shocked. «You were calling for your mother.»

«Really? Not you?»

«Nah-ah, Holly.» He lies down again, taking your hand. «Are you still in non speaking terms?» 

«I just want my mom back, but I can’t bow down to what she thinks it’s okay for me. Dear Heavens, I have a job, I have a purpose, I have you. I don’t think I’m that bad.»

He strokes your hair and you almost purr in content, closing your eyes. That emotion is much better than rage from your mother.

«Maybe you are punishing her too.» He says tentatively. 

«Punish her? For what?»

«You needed her and she wasn’t there. You asked for her in your dreams before the games. You called her again and again while you were sleeping.»

You look at him. «She couldn’t be there, it’s not… it’s insane.»

«You knew that, but our mind… our mind does not work that way. She guaranteed for all your life that if you were kind and polite the things would have been fine. This didn’t happen, and she couldn’t help with it, she wasn’t there. Effie was. Effie helped you. So maybe your mind said “Ok, one good, one bad”.» He shrugs. «I’m not a shrink, don’t believe a word of what I’ve said.» 

«That actually makes sense.» You don’t humour him, it makes sense. You are not sure you like it but it makes sense.

«Even a broken clock…» He dismisses it. 

You lean to kiss him better, and you touch his chest. «What a wise man, my man.» 

«Your man.» He repeats against your lips. He is smiling now, actually smiling and you want to keep it this way at least for an hour or so. Peeta is not fine and you will handle this together. That doesn’t mean he has to die under the responsibility alone, that he couldn’t smile anymore. 

«Must be the old age.» You joke, but he suddenly pushes you against the mattress.

«I’ll show you old age.» He grumbles and rolls on you, causing you to giggle a little, tragedy almost forgotten for the night. 

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[liiilyevans]

Life's a Witch

Summary: Ginny gets some bad news and goes to her sister-in-law for advice.

A/N: This was written for the @hp-12monthsofmagic challenge this month. I struggled with the prompt for a while, but then this came to me. So, buckle up for some good old fashioned angst.

Read on AO3 or FF.net

“Oh, Gin, I’m so sorry,” Harry said as he looked up from the letter. There were very few times in her life when Ginny wanted to slap her husband, but this was one of those times. His striking green eyes – the eyes that she’d fallen in love with – were filled with sympathy. If his hair hadn’t been up in a bun, Ginny was sure he’d have been running his hands through it. Instead, he settled for stroking his beard solemnly. Not like there was much to say, not really. 

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked, starting to slip around the island toward her. Ginny sidestepped and immediately regretted it. Hurt filled Harry’s eyes. “Maybe it’s just a fluke.” 

Ginny snorted. “Tell that to the Harpies.” Harry looked sweet in his sweatpants and loose tee, but Ginny didn’t want sweet right now. “I need some air. Will you watch the boys?” 

“Gin,” he whispered. 

“Please?” she said, slightly more rough than the first time. 

Harry blew out a breath. “Yeah, I’ll watch the boys.” 

With that, Ginny turned on her heel and marched outside. The air was brisk, but the sun was out. A nice day for October. She spun and landed in the bustling streets of Diagon Alley, the bright colors of her brother’s shop nearly blinding her. Not bothering with the annoyed looking women she’d almost run into, she opened the door and tried to adjust to the cacophony of noise. 

There was always laughter in George’s shop, mainly kids’ laughter, which Ginny thought was good for him. Then there were the small explosions by the fireworks section, a whole new line of WWW products that Ginny thought was long overdue. Of course, there were the parents complaining, but Ginny never understood why they’d bring their kids into a shop like this if they were going to complain about it. 

Finally, Ginny found her brother behind the counter. He was grinning down at a little kid who was rambling on about Canary Creams. His brown eyes were filled with laughter, and there was a grin on his face. Even now, Ginny was surprised at how bright it was. She suspected his wife and son had something to do with that. 

“I need to talk to you,” Ginny said, interrupting the seven-year-old. 

The kid’s mouth fell open as he stared at her. “You’re the famous Quidditch player.” 

Ginny ground her teeth. “No shit.” She pointed at George. “I need to speak to the owner.” 

The kid finally took the hint and scampered off, though he did cast a longing look over his shoulder. 

“Ginny Potter, scaring her young fans more than You-Know-Poo,” George quipped as he rested his hands on the counter. “What can I do for you?” 

“Where’s your fucking wife?” she asked, ignoring George’s attempt at small talk. 

Her brother reeled back slightly, his eyes narrowing. “What do you want with her?” Normally, George was the first person to back Ginny up – one of her loudest supporters – even when she was wrong. The reverse was also true; she’d yelled at her mum for berating George even when he’d been plastered and ruining their family dinner. It was a closeness that had developed and strengthened after Fred passed. The only person who could change that was Angelina. George had always been defensive of her, perhaps because their mother was always too protective of them. 

Normally, Ginny would admire that. Today, it just furthered her annoyance. 

“Doesn’t matter,” she said, narrowing her eyes and leaning across the counter toward him. “Where is she?” 

George made the wise choice to lean away from her. Then he turned and, Ginny assumed, went to find Angelina. Her annoyance continued to build as tapped her foot. A few people turned to look at her, and she wished she had thrown on a better outfit. When she’d woken up, she’d just thrown on some sweats and an old Harpies shirt that was stretched out around the collar. 

Angelina appeared walking around the corner, George just behind her. Ginny’s sister-in-law always looked fabulous. Today was no exception. She was sporting a pair of tight jeans and an AC/DC shirt matched with a pair of black boots. Her braids were pulled up into a top knot that Ginny wished she could pull off. 

“Hey,” Angelina said when she reached her. “What’s up?” 

Ginny glanced over at her hovering brother. “Let’s take a walk.” 

She didn’t bother to see if Angelina followed her as she turned on her heel and headed for the door of the shop. When she walked through the door and headed toward the Leaky Cauldron, Angelina fell into step beside her. 

“So, how’s life?” Angelina said. 

That wasn’t what she meant Ginny knew. Angelina used small talk as a way to get at the deeper issues; it was all in her tone. It was also one of the reasons Ginny liked her so much.

“Fine,” she answered briskly. “Got a question for you.” 

Angelina stuffed her hands in her pockets. “Sure.” 

Ginny stopped in front of the Leaky Caldron and faced Angelina. “What was it like when they told you couldn’t play Quidditch anymore?”

Angelina reared back in shock. It wasn’t something that she discussed often, but everyone knew that Angelina had been robbed of a professional Quidditch career before it could begin. She’d been blown back into a wall during the Battle of Hogwarts and taken a lot of damage to her spine. The Healers told her that one wrong hit from a Bludger, and she’d never play walk again. 

So, Angelina had chosen a career in the Department of Magical Games and Sports, where she worked on laws that pertained to the sport and sometimes scored tickets to the bigger games throughout the season. Ginny had always wondered though; was she jealous of all those other players? Jealous of the dream she never got to chase? Angelina had never seemed bitter and it always intrigued Ginny. 

“I mean, I was upset,” Angelina said, crossing her arms. “I’d trained to become a pro before the war, and it was fucking hard having to give that up.”

“And how did you figure out what you wanted to do after?” she asked. 

Angelina shrugged. “I don’t know. The opportunity just kinda presented itself.” Her sister-in-law’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you asking me all these questions?”

Ginny looked away from her, spotting a young girl coming out of Quality Quidditch Supplies. She was carrying a small broom and talking excitedly with her mother about flying it when she got home. 

“You probably already know that I took a bad fall in the last match.” Angelina nodded. “Well, I hit my head pretty hard when I landed, and I had my exam today to clear me to go back on the pitch.” Ginny pushed down the emotion that was rising in her throat. “But the Healer wouldn’t clear me.” She looked down at her feet. “She said that if I went back on the pitch and took a Bludger to the head or had another bad fall, there was a possibility of permanent brain damage.” 

“Oh, Gin,” Angelina whispered. 

“I don’t want your sympathy,” Ginny said roughly. If she wanted that, she would have gone home to her husband who would have held her while she sobbed about how the world wasn’t fair. What she wanted was to know how she moved on from here. For years, her only dream had been Quidditch. What did you do when your dreams were no longer obtainable? 

“I know you don’t,” Angelina said. “But I’ve been there, and it’s . . . one of the worst feelings in the world. To know you were on the edge of having everything you wanted, only for it to be snatched away.” When Angelina grabbed her hands, Ginny finally looked at her. “And I’m so sorry, Ginny. You don’t deserve that.” 

“So, tell me how you did it,” Ginny said. 

Instead, Angelina pulled her into a hug. Silently, Ginny accepted it, letting the tension slowly leave her body. She had no idea how she was going to get past this. The building blocks of her life were crumbling around her, and though he might try, Harry couldn’t hold them together – no one could. So, Ginny held onto Angelina and buried her face in her neck.

“My life’s over,” she muttered. 

“Your life’s not over,” Angelina said softly. “You’ve still got a family that loves you, and a brother who let you talk to his wife even though he thought you were going to beat her up.” 

Ginny let out a muffled laugh. “I couldn’t beat you up.” 

“You might come closer than you think.” Gently, Angelina untangled herself and offered Ginny a sad smile. “It won’t be easy, and it’s going to suck, but you’ll figure out what’s next. And then this moment will pale in comparison. Your life has just begun, Ginny. I promise.” 

Nodding, she wiped at the tears that were still brimming in her eyes. “Yeah, alright.” She sniffed. “You should go before George sends out a search party.” 

Angelina snorted. “He’s so overdramatic.”

“But he loves you.”

“Yeah, I guess he does.” 

There was a found smile on Angelina’s lips, and Ginny couldn’t help the smile that started to form on her own. 

“If you ever need to talk, come see me,” Angelina said. “No matter what time of day or night it is. I’ll be there.” 

“I will,” she said. Then she Disapparated just as quickly as she had appeared. When she landed on the front porch of her house she could hear James screaming as Harry laughed. Al’s giggles were probably covered up by his brother and father. As she opened the door, she spotted Harry laying on the floor and James bouncing on his stomach. He was a ball of energy. Al was sitting on the couch laughing as he pointed at James. Merlin, her kids were amazing. 

As she slipped inside, a grin overtook her face. Harry hadn’t noticed her, which was unusual because he was very observant, so she took this opportunity to watch them. As Harry reached up to tickle him, James let out a squeal and hopped up, running from the room. 

“I’m gonna get you!” Harry shouted after him. James just squealed again and ran faster. Al was lowering himself slowly from the couch. Once he was on the floor, he toddled after his brother. 

“You look happy.”

Harry’s head snapped toward her, his eyes softening at the sight of her. He pushed himself onto his elbows but didn’t get up or come towards her. A result of her pulling away from him earlier, no doubt. 

“They were asking about you,” he said instead. “Wanted to know when you’d be back because apparently, you’re better at building forts than I am.” 

“I am,” Ginny said proudly. She’d had six brothers to teach her how to do it properly. A soft smile settled over Harry’s face as he gazed at her. Within four strides, Ginny was in front of him and then she was over the top of him, sinking down to her knees so she could sit in his lap. Though he was surprised, he quickly recovered as his hands found the bottoms of her thighs. Gently, she rested her forehead against his. 

“I know I’m not supposed to ask this,” he said, idly tracing patterns on her thigh. “But are you ok?”

“No,” she said simply. “But I will be.” 

As she heard her son’s voice, she thought that maybe Angelina was right. Her life wasn’t over just yet. 

#ginny weasley #harry potter #hinny #angelina johnson #george weasley #hp #hp12mom #twelve months of magic

[otp-armada]

The 100 Rewatch 2023 Season 1, Episode 1 “Pilot“

Alrighty, live-blogging The 100. If only 2020!Me could see me now.

First off, let me gather myself.

I’ll preface this by saying I’ve recently gotten obsessed with The Rookie shortly before embarking on this rewatch. I’ve forgotten how thrilling it is to fall head over heels for a new ship. Chenford has made me so deliriously ecstatic and in such good spirits that it triggered a sort of informal revival tour of my favorite ships. When the Bellarke compilation on YouTube came up next in queue, I chickened out just as quickly as the first ad popped up. Knowing how their story ends, I was afraid that Bellarke wouldn’t feel the same. That the ending would taint my memory of them upon revisitation.

All of which is to say, this rewatch should be an interesting experiment.

Alright, best get a wriggle on.

Oh, baby!Clarke. And just like that, I’m transported seven years ago to my dining table, where I first pressed “play” on a little CW show that would consume me.

100 years until the Earth is survivable again, eh? Killed everyone, huh? In roughly a year’s time, she’ll be the one thought to have perished in radiation.

“Reality sucks.” Babe, you don’t know the half of it.

The wristbands feel like an ancient relic.

It really has been such a long time since I watched season 1. I’m lost in time. At this point, it really does feel like your typical CW teen drama, and it’s such a strange thought, considering how long I’ve been holding onto the bulk of the narrative where it departed into its unique footprint.

“The rules have changed.” Because *I* made them change, is what’s left unspoken by Abby.

“Your instincts will tell you to take care of everybody else first...” Yep, two minutes in, and I’m emotional.

Baby!Delinquents!!!!

A good bedside manner, Jaha does not possess. There’s blunt and there’s brash, and he is solidly in the latter. The thing about juvenile delinquents? They’re KIDS. Sure, you’ve got the odd murderer in the ranks, but they are few and far in between a sea of children with offenses probably befitting a slight slap on the wrist, if that.

“Your records wiped clean.” Assuming the lab rats don’t expire from radiation upon arrival. Way to incentivize them. Little wonder Bellamy will so easily corral them into removing the wristbands.

For once, the fluke in the plan works to their advantage. If those kids had landed at Mount Weather as intended...*shudder*

Shut up, Finn.

100 + 1 - 2 = A landing party of 99. Check. 👍

“The air could be toxic.”

There they are. The chance encounter of the loves of my life. And of each other’s life.

I want to say something here about the Blake siblings, but I’m too preoccupied with internally screaming at the sight of my bby boy on my screen again.

Have I mentioned that I’m adrift in time??

Little do these three know how entangled their fates will be. From here on out, they will be the trio comprising the foundation of this entire saga. The trifecta.

“Like being the first person on the ground in 100 years.” “First one to touch the ground loses.” My oh my.

I AM AWASH IN NOSTALGIA

I WILL BE BLASTING RADIOACTIVE AFTER THIS EPISODE AND YES IT WILL BE STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT

Oh, back when it was all so simple...

I’m conflicted. I want the perfect marriage of this simplicity before the wars with S6 Bellarke at the helm. Basically, what season 7 should have been. Don’t we all? *sigh*

Finn is such a chameleon, it’s infuriating. He is whatever fantasy version he thinks will earn him brownie points with the pretty girl. I can’t believe there was a time when I didn’t mind him. He was every bit the textbook teen heartthrob with floofy hair I thought wouldn’t be so bad. Basically, this dude, with a slightly deceptive edge.

By now, Clarke and Wells had ingrained themselves into my heart. Too soon, you say? Perhaps. But it was always the logical, pragmatic, responsible characters I found myself leaning to. Always the ones I felt should be in charge.

You’ve been on the ground for a minute, Murphy, how’d you put together a posse already?

Poor Wells. He’s so sensible here, and he’s ignored because of the tall shadow his father casts. I do wonder the man Wells would have become had he lived. I’m not under any impression that he would be stagnantly stalwart. The axiom of a show continually striving to push its characters to the brink is that no one is incorruptible, even those we approximate most to pure cinnamon rolls. There is no such animal in this narrative.

“Do you think we care who’s in charge? We need to get to Mount Weather not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get and the harder this’ll be. How long do you think we’ll last without those supplies? We’re looking at a 20-mile trek, ok? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now.”

Bellamy knew. I don’t mean it in a “he was in love with her at first sight” kind of way. He correctly assessed her right here and then as one who could seize control as the de facto leader of the camp. And where would it put him and Octavia then, if the princess got her way, if the Ark came down as planned? No, what appears as attitude toward Clarke and Wells is a well thought-out ploy to wrestle the camp in his favor in their absence. And it worked.

Oh, right. I remember. Here’s the faux-hero complex that ingratiated Finn to my good side.

“Rescue me next.” Icky.

“I need to just do something crazy just because I can, and no one, including you, is gonna stop me.” You will not lack opportunity for craziness. One might say you will not miss any chance, including, but not limited to, tyranny. 

Oh, no. The evil black lightbulb is going off in Rebel!Bellamy’s head.

“Before you get any ideas, I don’t care.” You really should have stuck to these guns, Clarke.

“The Chancellor’s been shot.” *record scratch*

Jasper and Monty, precious, innocent beans. Before the world scarred them so badly. As close as brothers, who will one day branch off into diametrically oppositional philosophies about humanity and the meaning of life. One to nilihism, one to hope. 

“Being born.” Cue the bunker flashbacks. As many mistakes as she will make in her pursuit of agency, Octavia’s initial resentment toward the Ark cannot be blamed. By the laws of the Ark, she was born a criminal by virtue of existing. Lost her mother, displaced from her brother and her home, what little there was, and lost a year of her life, during which she could presume she’d be killed the moment the illusion of civility peeled away when she turned of age.

Weird the mutant monsters swiftly disappeared, but these kids had enough problems on their plate.

Though Abby will catch a lot of flak later on from the fandom, I hardly think anyone wouldn’t cheer her on in the pilot. I know I always have been. She’s on the praiseworthy delineation of “rebel.”

“He’s no one. A janitor.”

Good one, Shumway.

“Her mother kept her hidden for 16 years. Nearly a record.” I’m sorry? Nearly a record? What is the record for “longest hidden kid,” then?

I still take it with a grain of salt that Bellamy and Octavia would be the only siblings in 97 years on this orbiting hunk of metal. Presumably, there would be plenty more in Aurora’s predicament. Poor women from the lower classes with limited, if not scarce access to medical resources. Women who didn’t want to abort their second child. Mixed families. Multiple spouses, what with the death toll of a justice system embroiled in capital punishment. Step-children, half-siblings. It makes you wonder what kind of medieval laws an unforgiving society like the Ark would enact to ensure its rigid population control.

I will say the power struggle between Abby, Jaha, and Kane, with the morality conflicts emerging from the Ark, was what first drew me in to this show. The kids were...the teens from your average CW show on your average stilted CW pilot. The Ark adults were intriguing and provocative. For me, at least.

I have to hand it to Bellamy. Both he and Clarke know how to make compelling arguments for their causes. It’s a shame how Clarke’s station is her albatross (for the time being) when she has everyone’s best interest in mind. For once, Bellamy’s origin from Factory Station is his advantage. He can connect to these errant kids seeking freedom like Clarke cannot. It’s a good metaphor for how subversive the worlds of the Ark and Earth appear to be. Visually, yes, between the muted grays of space versus the bright colors of Earth, but also, the visages of emancipation and carte blanche versus confinement and restraint between the adults and the kids.

And yet, while Bellamy offers the kids the allure of freedom, it’s really a facade as he cleverly maneuvers himself to the top just as the same as the leadership hierarchy he resents. Smart of him, until he runs afoul of a betrayed Murphy.

It’s funny how out-of-touch the adults are with the kids. Never does it occur to them that the kids they imprisoned are voluntarily removing the wristbands to escape the Ark’s reach until another kid clues Abby in.

“So that was the secret they locked you up to keep, why they kept you in solitary, floated your old man?” I know Finn’s laundry list of Clarke’s nightmares is for exposition, but it’s undermined when rattled off by this sleazebag with a poor attempt at compassion offered solely to charm her. In layman’s terms, shut up, Finn.

“My mother disagreed.” And it doesn’t occur to you that your mother may have been directly responsible for your father’s execution? It HAD to be Wells? I guess, had I been Clarke, it’s easier to blame him than to consider the horrifying reality of how Jake’s death came to be.

“We have to warn them.” “That’s what my father said.”

Once again, I am reminded of how little concerted effort Jason can put into a lot of these provisional relationships. Sometimes, the show skillfully communicates a layered storyline with very little footwork. Other times, it’s not so great.

Octavia had no way of knowing how deep the water was, monsters notwithstanding.

Our first foray into Jasper the Hero. It hurts already to think ahead to the hollow young man he’ll become when he can’t save the girl.

For a sea monster of that size, you’d think Octavia’s wounds would be larger. Like, a whole leg bitten off.

“Earth Day 2052″ I just noticed.

“Note to self: next time, save the girl.” Oh, you will, Monty.

Very evocative Lord of the Flies imagery.

“We can take care of ourselves, can’t we?” You are all a scrappy, resilient bunch, but you will soon find survival in this neck of the woods to be an uphill battle.

Love this exchange between Wells and Bellamy. Wells, of course, is right. Though Bellamy’s anger is not without reason. His argument is wrapped up in camp politics, but here we have a glimpse of the Bellamy who always tapped into his pain to persuade others to his side. The Bellamy who speaks from his heart, even when the message may be a little flawed in execution.

What about the kids whose loved ones remain on the Ark? How aren’t they hesitant about abandoning them?

Iconic.

Currently picturing Bob nursing a hangover for his Bellamy voice. Who knew alcohol could produce such beautiful results?

Do I detect a hint of wavering? I think I do. He knows Wells is right. Wise, even. He’s in too deep of this persona he thinks is crucial for his and Octavia’s protection to turn back now.

After years of watching the Bellamy we know and love, Baby!Bellamy is so jarring to revisit.

As is Kane.

“And I choose at every turn and at any cost to make sure that the human race stays alive.” “That’s the difference between us, Kane. I choose to make sure that we deserve to stay alive.” If nothing else the pilot did, it established our roadmap of the series in these three sentences. These two objectives have guided this story at each turn in equal measure. For Jason to claim at the very end that this story was only ever governed by cold and ruthless survival is a lie. Those of us who paid attention know it. It’s documented from the very first episode how these characters endeavor - strive - to aim for higher than the impossible decisions and questionable morality they are cornered into. The right ending of this narrative was to allow to finally achieve their second guiding principle. Let them use the hard-won lessons they’ve learned to build a golden age from out of the post-apocalypse. Let them LIVE.

Oh, what glory that bastard robbed from us.

Also, how the turntables with Kabby from now to their conclusions.

As pragmatic as Clarke is, she’s a dreamer. She’s always had such a wonderful vision of how beautiful the world could be. And I hate how often Jason stole her hope from her.

I forgot what unencumbered delight looked like on Clarke’s face.

Strictly speaking, I can’t say I shipped Finn and Clarke. I was very determined on my first viewing to not get sentimentally entangled with ships, knowing my penchant for walking away from shows when ships sink. (Oh, the irony.) I wanted to like this series. As I said, I was intrigued by the Ark arc. I was in it to see how things go. What I can say is I didn’t mind Finn and Clarke, as chosen apathy goes. Maybe a spark of ambivalence here and there before Raven shows up.

It’s disorienting to remember the Clarke so open to falling in love. Her primary directives are safety and obtaining the imperative amenities the kids need. But on a personal scale, after their immediate crises are solved, this Clarke wants to live.

“Now, you all think I’m a bad guy, but I’m the only one willing to do what it takes to save us.” Season 1 and Season 3 Bellamy will also believe the same, and time will humble both of these men.

“...and if I have to take us to a cosmic Adam and Eve, I will do it.” Serious nomon and nontu imagery whizzing through my brain of the various pairs symbolizing them. Kabby. Marper, paving the path for Book Two: “Everyone dies. Let’s show them how to live.” Bellarke, as nomon/nontu in its final form, representative of all the narrative’s themes. The story has always been, on some level, how their union saves the world.  

Even Russell and Simone, as the versions that Bellamy and Clarke could have been if they were without a moral compass.

Nomon/Nontu is a legacy, spanning generations and centuries, intrinsically tied to the fate of humanity and the Earth. Add it to the extensive list of themes forgotten by the outlier nameless season.

I should have realized the first time around how there was more to Bellamy than meets the eye when he didn’t kill Wells. Certainly would have been easier for him in terms of divesting himself of a political rival.

Speaking of, Kane must know how valuable a resource Abby is to the Ark, especially now when their home is dying a slow death. Was civil obedience really more vital to the sustainability of this place than what Abby could provide? It’s a big, fat no. Then again, these are the people who killed the engineer to their life support systems.

Well, at least one of them has sense.

We’re in agreement that the pilot episode is cheesy as hell. Exactly in the wheelhouse of 2010s!Me. It was perfect. Oh, what? Did you think I wasn’t going to let the next episode play, right there on the dining table in 2015? Jasper’s just got speared through the chest!!! They’re not alone!!!

Tagging the brilliant @sometimesrosy​ for revitalizing this beloved show for me from the depths

#unsurprisingly this got away from me #the 100 rewatch 2023 #the100rewatch #my post

[moonflower1605]

Chapter - 6(Part 2)

(Percy's POV)

As we were walking a husky voice yelled.

"Well! A newbie!"

The girl from the ugly red cabin was walking toward us. She had three girls behind her, big, ugly & mean looking, with camo jackets.

"Clarisse," Nora sighed, "can we not do this?"

"Sure, Nora," the big girl said. "I'll be taking care of you on Friday night."

"Erre es korakas!" Nora said, which I had understood was Greek for ‘Go to the crows!’ though I had a feeling it was a worse curse than it sounded. "You don’t stand a chance."

"We’ll pulverize you," Clarisse said, but her eye twitched. Perhaps she wasn’t sure she could follow through on the threat.

She turned to me. "Who’s this little runt?"

"Percy," Nora said, "meet Clarisse, Daughter of Ares."

I blinked. "Like….the war god?"

Clarisse said. "You got a problem with that?"

"No," I said. "It explains the bad smell."

"We got a ceremony for newbies, Prissy."

"Percy." I corrected.

"Whatever. Come on, I’ll show you."

"Clarisse-" Nora tried to say.

"Stay out of it, lightning girl."

Nora looked angry, but she did stay out of it, & I didn’t really want her help. I was the new kid, so I had to earn my own rep.

I gave Nora my minotaur horn & got ready to fight, but before I knew it, Clarisse had me by the neck & dragged me toward a cinder block building that I knew was the bathroom.

After the fight ended Nora & I left the bathroom. Outside Clarisse & her friends were lying in the mud. Some campers had gathered. Clarisse’s hair was flat across her face, her jacket was soaked &  smelled like sewage. She gave a look of pure hate.

"You're dead, new boy. You're totally dead."

Before I could say anything Nora stood in front of me.

"Clarisse, enough!" She radiated power. Her eyes glowed & sparks flickered off her body.

Clarisse looked at her with wide eyes & her friends dragged her back to cabin five.

"Remind me to never make you mad." I said.

Nora laughed, "Relax, Perce I won't hurt you."

She seemed lost in thought. "What're you thinking about?" I asked her.

"I’m thinking," she said, "that I want you on my team for capture the flag..."

(Ella's POV)

Word of the bathroom incident spread. Wherever we went, campers pointed at Percy & murmured something about toilet water. Or they were staring at me after I almost had a power outburst.

It happens when people I care about are in trouble. I showed Percy a few more places: the forge, the arts-and-crafts room & the climbing wall, which consisted of two walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, spray lava, & clash together if you didn’t get to the top fast enough. It was my favourite.

Finally we returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.

"I’ve got training to do," I said. "but dinner’s at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall okay.." I start walking away.

"Nora, I’m sorry." Percy grabbed my wrist.

"For what?" I asked him.

"That was my fault." he said.

"You just defended yourself. It's okay. But you need to talk to the Oracle." I said.

"Who?"

"Not who. What. The Oracle. I’ll ask Chiron."

"That’s it. I want to go home now." he said.

I frowned. "Don’t you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place for us."

"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?"

"I mean not human. Not fully human, anyway, Half-human."

"Half-human and half-what?" he asked.

"I think you know." I replied.

"God," he said after a while. "Half-god."

I nodded. "Your dad's not dead, Perce. He’s one of the Olympians."

"That’s….crazy."

"Is it? What’s the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They went around falling in love with humans having kids with them. Do you think they’ve changed their habits in the last few millennia?"

"But if all the kids here are half-gods-"

"Demigods," I said. "That’s the term we use. Or half-bloods."

"Then who’s your dad?"

"Zeus, Lord of the sky & lightning."

"And my dad?"

"Undetermined," I said, "like I told you before. Nobody knows."

"Except my mother. She knew."

"Maybe....Gods don’t always reveal their identities."

"My dad would have. He loved her."

"Maybe he’ll send a sign. That’s the only way to know for sure: your father has to send you a sign claiming you as his son."

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Take care my lovely readers.❤

Alice signing off.

XOXO.

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #x reader

[littlewitty]

Alairie Persu

I was writing this story in my spare time since Ikepri came out so I may as well post it here cos why not lol

Chapter 1

‘Desperation will lead a good man, bad.’

Those were words I’d held onto. Perhaps it gave me a sense of comfort? It made me feel better knowing that one is never truely born fucked up. Yet again, that’s assuming the man in question was good to begin with. That was another well- known flaw of mine, finding excuses for the inexcusable. When you make your bed, you lay in it and you lay bloody low. But still, I don’t think I’ll ever really know why I was pushed over the edge.

‘Arrogence is suicide, ignorance is bliss.’

Perhaps it was just that, the arrogance itself. Then, in regards to the suicide mentionned, I wasn’t that far off. Ignorance would always be a luxury. If people could afford it, it would be bought in bucket loads. Almost like alcohol, too much and it’d kill you, but a decent tasting would leave you on the cusp of a hallucinogenic, diverting haze.

“Did you hear? They've opened up the borders now the pandemic is over.”

“Which ones?”

“Jade to Rhodolite.” Jade had been plagued with a pandemic for at least a decade. When I was 14, it had started. It led to a sharp decline in our ways of life. Everyone had lost someone. Many children were orphaned and rural villages were wiped out.

“I know that look on your face, Alairie…You’re not planning on crossing them are you?” His eyes encaptured mine. “What will you get out of it?”

“Do you not think the prospect of a new country is exciting? I was always told stories of Rhodolite as a child and it always intrigued me,” I said as he sighed. He was probably already aware that I had made my mind up. ‘A new country could be a new life.’ That idea was only flattery. Rhodolite had it rich. A cooler climate, yes, but they got to see the changes in all four seasons. Jade was dry, hot and dull. They had a revolutionary government which aided people who needed it. Oh and the main reason I wanted to go of course: “The opium trade is better.”

He simply laughed and finally lit the cigarette which had been resting in his hand for a while now. “Always the woman with the plan. It has been this way since we were kids. It was us against the world, partners in crime, you remember, Alairie Persu?”

“I remember that the only reason I met you was because you threw me in a ditch when we were seven, Caspian Sharpe.” My old friend smiled to himself as he handed out the cigarette to me. One small drag and a wave of tranquillity cleansed my mind. “I won’t miss it here.”

“You’ll miss the heat.”

“I won’t miss the disaster that the heat causes. At least when it snows people aren’t out of water and spitting feathers.”

“You’re sure about this?”

“...No. But – I’m going. Come with me.”

“... You know I won’t. I don’t even speak Rhodolitian.,”after a comfortable silence, he stubbed out his cigarette. Whilst looking around and stretching, “but have fun. I’m always here if you get bored. When do you want to leave?” he commented.

“You’re not even gonna try and stop me? Great friend you are.” I playfully sneered. “ I want to be one of the first Jadians there.”

“The border opens next week. I guess I can take you there.” He remarked dryly. He knew defeat faster than anyone.

I was barely on my own feet. It had only been two weeks in Rhodolite after passing the borders, after saying goodbye to the longest friend I had known, but I wasn’t allowing myself to nurture regrets. I had made this choice.

I didn’t know anyone and they were weary of my accent. They most likely thought that I would pass onto them the virus that halved Jade’s population. It was surprisingly difficult to adapt. I hated the cold. I hated the food. I hated the people. The only thing I didn’t hate so far was the collectables I had nicked off people. Gold-plated watches, leather-bound notebooks and sleeve cuffs all pawned off for a glittering coin. I hadn’t managed to find any housing yet, but for leaving the country on a curious whim, that was bound to happen. Like I was once told, the opium trade was elite. Even better than what I had expected. It was definitely the business to go into. My old job in a new country. Maybe it was boring, against the prospect of a new adventure, but to me it was the one sense of comfort.

The city was bustling. I had gone from village to town before reaching the kingdom centre. All the stories I recalled about this place could be rewritten by me. It was honestly nothing like the city centre in Jade. Tall buildings with specific characteristics, vastly extravagant fashion with the smell of baked bread and sugar toasting the crisp morning air. There was always a cloud tsunami coating the floors every morning, however. From the casual eavesdropping I had learnt that it was ‘mist’. We weren’t humid enough in South-Jade to have that so-called ‘mist’. The spider's webs would glisten in the dawn light. Nests of glass-like dew woven up delicately. I had begun to admire the wispy world of early spring.

Amongst the many stalls of jewellry and the latest ‘fashion’ trends (Jadian fashion is better) there were also food vendors protecting their exquisite pastries from the damp-air with cheesecloth. So early yet so many people. Who should I pickpocket today? The tempting smell in the air along with the elaborate displays encouraged my eyes to gaze longingly at the food. The vendor tried to converse, his accent stronger than the north mountains. I just smiled instead.

“Licht, you should really try one of these. They are splendid!”

“...Stop making me try everything. I don’t even know why we’re here. We just had breakfast.” Three men were standing next to me also admiring the treats. Their clothes were divine. Their accents were proper and clean. These men had money.

“Indeed, they are delightful.” The third one chirped up. His tone sounded different, unnerving, but I couldn’t quite place on why.

“Who said you could come along?” The first one said. He had honey-blonde hair cut to perfection and was adorned with a pink dress-suit. He resembled a porcelain doll but the scowl on his face was rather unbecoming.

“Why, I needed some entertainment, of course! I think you should have these, they are lush. I bought them from another stall.” Laughter erupted from the third. Wrapped in a cloak and a purple coat, his white trousers were victims to the addition of belts. Rhodolitian fashion really was something else. He held out a small wooden box filled with – what I assumed – were biscuits. He met my eyes and I zapped back to the table of sweets.

“Hey, you there! Try one of these and tell my brothers that they are fine.” He waltzed up to me, arms outstretched presenting the box. “Come on, don’t be shy. Can you hear me with that hood on?” He jeered. The only thing that kept me warm was my long-felt coat with a thick hood. It did a good job in covering my clothes, face and hair. It made me fit in more. No one had to see my very obviously Jadian clothes.

“Don’t involve innocent civilians,” Blondie walked over and turned to me, “don’t eat those.” Still with the scowl but it had somewhat softened a bit. I kept my eyes fixed on him. He was almost too close for my liking. Close enough to see my face, that is. “How dare you glare at me. I’m trying to save you from whatever Clavis has put in those biscuits. Give me your name.” Clavis… That was the purple-hair’s name.

‘Arrogance is suicide, ignorance is bliss’

“Don’t ignore me. What’s your na- Hey!” He shouted as I started to walk past him. My head down, I kept walking. The final man, now in my view, was painted with a nonchalant but rather painful expression. Not having enough time to divert, I walked straight into his shoulder. Seeing my chance, I slipped my hand into his back pocket.

‘Desperation will lead a good man, bad’ Yes, always. However, a hand snagged on my wrist. It held me back.

.“Give it back.” Shit, he noticed. His hand tightened, strangling my bones. I squared up to him gingerly. His ruby eyes were cold. The colour now more resembled blood. My heart ricocheted in my head. “Give. It. Back…Now.” The others had stopped bickering and tuned in.

“Licht? What happened?” So ‘Licht’ would be the one to get me thrown into prison. ‘Clavis’ caught on quickly.

“Did she try to pickpocket you?”

“What?! She tried to pickpocket our precious Licht? A prince!” Blondie was furious. The singing of a sharpened sword caught me off-guard. He was armed? Soon enough, a blade pointed at me. “Take the hood off. Now.” Stern and hardy as concrete, his tone left no room for defiance… But I didn’t move. All I focused on was the lit point of the metal. . The blade eventually pushed my hood off and the cold air rushed to my face. My cheeks were cold and my eyes watered with the thick shockwave. “What are you waiting for?! Give it back to him now!” I didn’t want to when a sword was at my throat… I was going to have to speak to them… They would hear my accent. With a deep breath, I used the best voice I could muster.

“... sword… down…”

“Speak up!”

I hesitantly replied, “Put the sword down. Then I give it back.” Blondie’s face dropped to the sound of my demand. After a while of tormentingly feeling my body bounce with my heart, he spoke up.

“You’re Jadian? B-But the border only just opened, how are you already… here?” His stance faltered. I didn’t waste it. I yanked my hand back and ran.

‘Desperation will lead a good man, bad’ Again and again, the phrase never left my mind.

#cybird #otome game #Ikepri #Ikemen prince #Ikepri clavis #Ikepri yves #ikepri licht #alairie persu

[dick-helmet-magneto]

Anyway Fic Collection

“Is that your blood, or someone else’s?” “Is this trivia? I’ll take ‘both’ for 200.”

Erik was a pro at doing things others would consider to be stupid. And, it was for that very reason that Charles did little more than blink when Erik showed up at the school in his usual Magneto outfit, complete with his helmet tucked under his arm. The first thing Charles noticed was the first thing he found himself commenting on. 

“Is that your blood, or someone else’s?” It was impossible to tell with Erik. The man seemed to always be hurting someone and, at the same time, getting hurt himself. It was as though there was only one kind of multitasking he could do and it involved pain. 

With a smile, looking a little too smug, bordering on cheeky, he replied, “Is this trivia? I’ll take both for 200.” 

Charles sighed, trying not to glare too much at his old friend. “Come in, love. We’ll get you cleaned up and find out how much of that blood is yours. And where it’s coming from.” Apparently Erik had been talking to his kids about jeopardy games they use as revisions before exams. 

“I don’t think there’s a question in there anywhere I can answer,” Erik replied, but he followed behind Charles, nevertheless. 

“Erik, keep it up and the question is going to be how to get the helmet out of your ass when I shove it up there,” Charles threatened, even if they both knew it was an empty threat. 

“Are you really still that mad?” Erik asked, walking into the elevator right behind Charles,

Charles glanced up at the other man, a look that was anything but amused, “Oh, no, I decided to let it go after you almost crushed seven of my students with a train.” 

“Good, I thought you’d keep holding that against me. I should’ve known you would never be able to stay mad at me for too long,” He smiled, showing off his teeth in the way he knew could strike fear into some. Only, with Charles, the man always seemed infatuated with the look. 

Charles sighed, “I’m going to be mad about this one for a while. You’re not going to get off the hook quite so quickly this time.” 

“But I will eventually, right? I always do.” For the first time, Erik looked a little uncertain as the elevator doors opened and the two moved out, going for the labs where everything they would need was stored. 

“Of course you will. We all know that much. But I do wish you would be a little more careful. They’re only kids still,” Charles commented, opening the door and letting Erik walk in first, only for the other man to grab the door from the other side for Charles. 

“I think that’s something you should remember when you have them out fighting your battles, Charles. They’re only children. Not adults. No need to risk their lives against your enemies.” 

“And you’re my enemy are you?” Charles asked, motioning for Erik to sit on a bench while he gathered a damp cloth, some bandages and disinfectant. 

Erik shrugged a little, “I said once that we were on the same side and you disagreed. You’re my friend but we can’t be on different sides and no be enemies, can we?” 

Charles hummed, starting to wipe at the dried blood on Erik’s head first. It seemed the most pressing, the blood he wanted to know if was coming from Erik or if it belonged to someone else. 

“I suppose not. But I think there are some more sides to this than right or wrong,” Charles said, a little distracted by his cleaning up of Erik, “I don’t think either of us are bad guys here. I don’t think we’re either necessarily right or wrong. I think we’re disagreeing with each other and both doing the thing we think is the right thing to do.”

“And what?” Erik asked, his eyes closed as Charles’s hand moved closed to them. “One day we’ll get our heads out of our asses and join together to defeat the greater evils of life?” 

“Perhaps,” Charles replied, starting with the disinfectant once he found the source of some of the bleeding, though he was assured that not all of the blood was Erik’s. 

The man in front of him laughed as though he didn’t believe Charles. “Yeah, I can see that happening. Maybe one day we’ll make it until we’re too old to fight and then we’ll find our way back to each other. But I don’t think you’ll be able to admit to being wrong long enough for us to join together.” 

“Hey, look who’s talking,” Charles said, a little offended but also amused. “I’ll admit to being wrong before you would.” 

“Nope,” Erik insisted with a small smile, “You would never admit to it. You have some weird complex around needing to be right at all times.” 

“Shut up,” Charles said, smiling as he moved on to the blood going down Erik’s neck. 

Neither of them knew what the future might hold, but they were good at finding their way back to each other when one of them needed it. 

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How The OP Boys Say “I Love You” To Their S/O

How You Know He Loves You- idk man

A/N : enjoy.

includes » Ace, Sabo, Luffy, law, Sanji, Zoro, Marco, Rosinante, Kid, Shanks, Mihawk, Katakuri, Izo, Koby, Cavendish,

Summary : the boys’ own way of saying “I love you”, with their own words and ways. Or, how you know he loves you.

? Wait did I do this before? I don’t even know. also these aren’t GREAT, but they aren’t HORRIBLE. Yk? Honestly tho, some of these seem like they’re all over the place, which yes, they might be. UGH IT WAS SO HARD THO.

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Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy loves you like an adventure. Everything is new and always fun to try with him, and no matter what happens, you don’t ever regret it, because you’re doing it with him.

He’s persistent in staying with you everywhere, he wants to do everything with you. He tends to invite you ( by pulling your hand ) to do crazy things with him and away from the others so you’re alone.

He’s always showing off his skills and stupidity in order to make you laugh, because your smile is the best thing he’s ever seen and giggles are the beautiful sound he treasures.

His actions are genuine when he holds your hand and pulls you to his side all the time, with the warmest, loving grin.

Luffy always makes sure to remind you to never give up hope.

“Let’s go on an adventure together, [Name].”

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Roronoa Zoro

Zoro loves you like you’re his one and only. No one has priority over you, ( except maybe Luffy ), and you will always be his, if you’ll let him.

Zoro is not a man of many words when it comes to his own emotions and feelings, so he shows it through his actions.

He always has an eye on you, so wherever you are is where he ‘sleeps’ so he can keep you close, his swords at his side to protect you from danger, ( but he knows you can handle yourself. )

Zoro is the perfect person to lend a comforting shoulder and ear. He will listen to every single one of your problems intently and if he can, will offer the best advice you’ll hear, even if it’s a bit harshly. However, whatever got you so down, Zoro will bring you back up.

Zoro is always reminding you that you are strong, no matter how tough things get.

“Oi, come take a nap with me. I could use a body pillow.”

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Portgas D. Ace

Ace loves you like a gentleman, respecting boundaries, bowing to the elderly you pass by together and always ready to pick you up for your date at seven, bouquet of flowers in hand.

If Ace is good at anything, it’s knowing how to distract you with a good time. He knows the best way to bring a beautiful smile to your lips and can easily make sure to avoid the thoughts that brought you down in the first place.

He’ll share stories that will make you die of laughter or feel so wholesome that you literally melt at how sweet it is.

The few times he expresses and shares his insecurities to you, something he hides within him because he trusts you enough to do so. He loves your understanding and comfort for him.

Ace always reminds you that you’ll be okay, even at the worst times.

“You are the light of my life.”

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Chief of Staff Sabo

Sabo loves you like a prince. He holds the door for you, takes your hand so you don’t fall, has the most charismatic smile on his face and is just so charming.

Sabo will remember the littlest things, the smallest details that you yourself don’t even know until he reminds you, and because of this, you are often gifted the most memorable and cherishing gifts, like the scarf you two bought for your perfect snowman, to the necklace you were staring a little too longingly at on display.

He’s always busy, but he doesn’t hesitate to drop whatever he has just for you. He will run through fire if it means you’ll stop crying or if you’ll be happy to see him. You are his lifeline, his soul, his love.

He may not know how to properly cheer you up like his brothers can, but he knows that he wants the best for you. If you need space, you got it. You need some tender loving cuddles and buckets of ice cream while watching Disney movies? Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?

Sabo reminds you that you deserve happiness and peace.

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”

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Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law loves you like you’re his savior, someone who’s always there during his time of need and insecurities, by his side when he needs you most.

He’s a little blunt and straightforward occasionally, but he’s honest somewhat. He won’t ever tell you his feelings until he deems it the right time, but you can tell he has feelings by the change in treatment.

He’ll keep you closer to him, making excuses by saying that he needs you to help him with the supply run, or that he needs your assistance with a particular menial task.

He’s awkward and shy about it at first but he cares and that’s all you need to know. Especially once you catch him during one of his weaker times, the anniversary of a particular someone rolling around, where he’s locked in his room. He needs you beside him, so please don’t leave him when he needs you.

Law reminds you that you are human, that it’s okay to be vulnerable.

“Just stay here with me.”

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Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji loves you like a god/goddess. He will treat you with the utmost respect and care and offers you everything you could possibly want or need, just say the word.

His genuine, endless daily compliments are given to you with pure love and passion, his daily refreshments and snacks to keep you energized and hydrated keeps an eye out for your health.

He makes sure you know the true meaning of flattery, chivalry and love, because that is all he can show you.

However, under that chivalrous exterior, is his calmer, understanding loving self, where he shows his true self and when he finally shares this side with you, where he holds his insecurities, it’s the true honor and love you can receive. And it’s even better, when you become the one who loves for him in return during this time.

Sanji reminds you that you deserve to be and are loved.

“You are my world, my everything.”

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Marco The Phoenix

Marco loves you like a married couple who grew old together, still playing jokes and having fun to life’s fullest, no matter your age.

He’s constantly lecturing you for the smallest things repeatedly, since you always seem to forget. His lectures lack any annoyance or malice though, he’s just kind of done with you sometimes.

Nonetheless, he’s taking care of you more than you think, always the first one there whenever you need help. He’s always prepared for whatever you need so you don’t have to look for it and get worried.

He’s stern at times but he loves you more than you could ever know, often questioning himself whenever he’s beside you. He half-lidded eyes watching you with warmth and admiration because you always look so determined.

Marco always reminds you that you are free. To live life to its fullest and however you wish.

“Let me fly you to the moon.”

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Donquixote Rosinante

Rosinante loves you like a husband, he treats you like his wife, either you or him welcoming each other home after being gone for so long and greeting each other with a loving kiss each time.

He knows just how tough things can be and as much as he tries to make things right, he knows how bad situations really are and no matter how much he wants to cry or get angry, he always holds a smile, in front of you. To assure you that things will be okay.

He gives the warmest hugs, and knows that, so whenever you’re angry or sad, or just randomly at times, Rosi envelops you into a large hug, waddling you back and forth a few times, you feel instant relief and content, which makes him smile.

His priority will always be you, even if he’s hundreds of thousands miles away, he will find his way back home to you. He surprises you with the littlest gifts; being flowers, jewelry, candles, or more.

Rosi will always remind you to smile, even during the hardest times.

“I will protect you.”

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Eustass Kid

Kid loves you like a game, it’s unexpected, unpredictable of what will happen and it’s exciting and thrilling. For you both, one wrong move, and the other is gone for good, but perhaps, second chances/rematches are available.

He can be brash and a bit much, but Kid has high respect for anyone who actually makes it onto his crew and can actually tolerate him, you included.

He’s loud and wild but that only makes it part of the fun. With such a short fuse, as long as you play your cards right and pick your moments to bite back, it’s kind of fun knowing how dangerous it can be with a guy like Kid, and he also loves it equally, because your feistiness is attractive.

Being a bad bitch that doesn’t play by the rules is so incredibly attractive and Kid knows how to reward and punish so tread carefully. ;) however, he has his down moments and as annoying he can be, he does appreciate the effort you give if you try to comfort him. He’ll be harsh about it but eventually, he just wants you to be with him in the end.

Kid reminds you to rebel, take risks and enjoy the thrill of getting in dangerous situation every once in a while, breaking a few rules doesn’t hurt anybody. Most of the time.

“Don’t fucking ever leave me.. okay?”

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Dracule Mihawk

Mihawk loves you like you’re an empress, only the finest and highest quality for you, nothing else can compare.

Mihawk will buy you the most expensive dress that suits you, with an equally expensive matching jewelry to go with. Not to mention the heels, and, tch, how could he forget the roses you require? Despicable.

As much as he loves to show you off, he despises the stares of awe and admiration you receive whenever you go out, so his possessiveness takes over and he has an arm around your waist at all times, successfully showing you’re taken and to back off if they don’t wish to be cut into oblivion.

He trains you to handle yourself, obviously, you should know at least some basic skills. He’s not too hard on you but does push you to keep going until you truly wish to stop. It’s only because he’s worried that one day, he won’t be there and won’t be able to protect you.

Mihawk reminds you that you are a queen/king, a strong person who shall hold your ground and never back down from fear and show your bravery.

“Come here, mi amor.”

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Red Haired Shanks

Shanks loves you like you’re his future. It’s an unknown journey, but he’s there for the ride and whatever may happen, he’s there staying and won’t be going anywhere, unless it’s with you.

The red head is a goofball, he drinks, parties and messes around but he is an incredible captain and genuine to a fault. So when he expresses kindness, it is purely from his heart and not out of manners.

He is extremely playful and yet when down to business, he is calm, collected, and cool. He knows just what to say in tough situations and great comforting advice, so he’s the one to go to when you’re feeling down. And as laid back as he is, disrespect to those he loves is the one shit he won’t take.

He’ll hold you close and with his signature grin, compliment you and tell you how much he appreciates you and as soon as someone lays a finger on you, his hand is on the hilt of the sword and he waits three seconds for an explanation before he cuts them down. No one messes with his beloved.

Shanks reminds you of loyalty. To always protect and care for those close to you, and keep that built up trust and bond you created with them.

“Trust me. I won’t let go of you.”

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Charlotte Katakuri

Katakuri loves you like you’re glass, he’s careful, protective, cautious and treats you like you’re fragile, because he’s afraid of hurting you.

He’s larger than most, he’s aware of that, so he always takes the precautions to be aware of his surroundings, especially when you are around. He wants you safe and he will be devastated if he is the cause of your pain.

His large stature is a blessing to you though, because cuddling is so comfortable and comforting, it’s amazing. You can curl up and relax and just be at ease with him, because he’s so protective of you, even from his family members. He often keeps you away from Cracker and Perospero, in the slightest chance that they try to take you away from him.

He’ll be extremely heartbroken if Big Mom doesn’t approve of you, but his love for you is stronger, so he’ll keep it a secret if he has to but eventually, he’ll pray and wish for her blessing, asking the help of his siblings to convince her.

Katakuri reminds you of family, that even friends or crewmates are family and love you all the same.

“I will be here for you.”

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Captain Koby

Koby loves you like a typical high school crush. He’s all shy and blushy, and evidently embarrassed when the pretty one at school is talking to him, ( that’s you. ).

He’s like the wallflower type, who tries to blend in but somehow, he sticks out in a way that lures you to him, like he’s hit the jackpot.

He is incredibly sweet, and his shyness is so adorable. You can’t help but coo whenever you see his red cheeks and soft smile of care he offers.

Always helps you with everything, will take the blame whenever you get in trouble, takes the suffering and pain when guys try to mess with you, and no matter how tough things get, he’s holding a brave face for you.

Koby reminds you of kindness, treat everyone with care and kindness, and it goes a long way.

“If you fall, I’ll be there to catch you.”

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16th Division Commander Izo

Izo loves you like you’re a painting, he thinks you are true beauty, inside and out, you are a work of art, a true Mother Nature masterpiece born. One to be admired.

The type to be there. He’ll hold your hair while you vomit, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you cry, painting your nails while you complain about Ace, assure your perfection when you’re feeling insecure.

Best advice giver, holds no judgements at all. He’ll help with anything, because you need him. Romantic advice, friendship, sexual advice ;), he will help you any way he can.

He truly admires you, not because of your beauty, but your strength to be able to cry. Crying doesn’t mean weakness but rather, strength to be able to move forward even in the worst of times.

Izo reminds you that you are beautiful, no matter what anyone thinks or says.

“You are true beauty, my love.”

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Cavendish Of The White Horse

Cavendish loves you like you’re a princess, and he is your handsome Prince Charming.

Every thing he does it like from a fairytale, if it involved a rather.. bit of a narcissistic Prince Charming. But he means well, because he still treats you like a real princess.

He gives you daily horseback rides, teaching you with his strong arms wrapped around yours and his black fancy hat on top of your head, as you two ride around and share laughs and memories.

And even through his big ego, he still makes sure to compliment you, tell you how proud he is of you and how much he truly admires you for your strong will and determination, because he really does love you. More than you know.

Cavendish reminds you that dreams can come true, sometimes it just takes a leap of faith and effort.

“I will treat you like the princess you are and deserve to be.”

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A/N : 15 fucking people and having to think of different things while I’m distracted is so HARD. 😭 please tell me you enjoyed though ;-;

but did I do this already? God I can’t remember a thing, especially since I still haven’t updated my masterlists- and I’m terribly sorry if this really is all over the place ;-; also apologies if this is repetitive for some of them! It really is difficult yk ;-;

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #op #one piece writing #luffy x reader #shanks x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader #one piece izo #eustass captain kid x reader #captain koby #vinsmoke sanji x reader #portgas d. ace x reader #chief of staff sabo #charlotte katakuri x reader #trafalgar d. water law x reader #marco the phoenix x reader #cavendish x reader

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here are some of my Nico headcanons that nobody asked for!!

He collects things. Not just Mythomagic stuff like he did as a kid, but cool shells, and rocks, and weird glass figurines that everyone else thinks are terrifying, and books. He’s got them in jars or lined up on shelves and he just has so many things (Because for so long he had so few things that actually belonged to him that didn’t have to serve a very clear purpose, so now he just wants to keep whatever he’d like)

He reads SO much as an adult. A lot of it is nonfiction because he’s trying to catch up on what happened in the world while he was pulled out of it, but a lot of fiction too (not really fantasy though, that’s too close to home) and a lot of poetry. He can recite poems from memory and will just randomly quote them sometimes and it should be pretentious but it isn’t and his friends think it’s amazing (cue dramatically saying "till love and fame to nothingness do sink" anytime he's told he has to wait) (Also, he will rant about why Ted Hughes sucks at any point in time)

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again!! He is a Dungeon Master! He’s got a binder for all the notes for his current campaign and a notebook for ideas and special highlighters and pens that he only uses for D&D. Also, dice are definitely one of the things he collects and he keeps them in those clear, plastic bead containers with dividers and they’re sorted by number of faces and also ~vibes~ (for example, do a backflip D20 and life or death D20)

leather jacket Nico di Angelo? seen, respected, and appreciated. CARDIGAN Nico di Angelo? underrated! He has a couple oversized cardigans with buttons and big pockets that he adores. The first one he ever had he definitely stole from Will but now, whenever he comes across another similar one, he buys it. The pockets are filled with rocks and worn, mass-market paperbacks and pens. (Basically, I’m leaning hard into English Major Nico with his annotated books and glasses and cardigans) (Also, cardigan Nico and flannel Will but sometimes they swap)

He definitely cuts his own hair in the bathroom and he's gotten very good at it. He's had a range of haircuts, from long hair to a mullet to the shaved sides and fluffy top, but he always ends up back with a shaggy mop that Hazel likes to put little braids in (or sometimes pull the very back of it into two little pigtails) and with bangs that always end up in his eyes.

Sorry to reiterate the same point that's been made forever, but his wardrobe is pretty dark-toned. Obviously black, but he does like a good jewel tone, perhaps a maroon or an emerald. Anything really bright was either a gift or belongs to Will someone else. Also, gendered clothing means nothing to him. He wears what he wants to wear and he thinks it's cool as hell when he's wearing a skirt while sparring and it flares out dramatically as he twirls.

He's kind of picked up modern slang but he also uses a lot of slang from pretty much every decade he missed. It's also a 50/50 chance he's using it incorrectly. (examples include: 1) Leo says something that is definitely supposed to be funny and Nico stares at him, utterly emotionless, and says "Gag me with a spoon" in an alarmingly monotone voice, and 2) Anytime he says something snarky to Jason or Percy he starts it with "hey bestie..." and honestly, they're both just touched Nico called them "bestie" at all)

He adores Studio Ghibli movies and can be found humming the Ponyo theme song anytime he goes swimming (Will standing on the shore, looking around for Nico and he eventually spots him in the water. He wades out to Nico, all sunglasses that shouldn't look so cool and golden hair and chest, and just greets him with "Hey there, Neeks, how's my fishie in the sea?" and Nico can't decide if he wants to drown himself or kiss Will on his stupid mouth)

Speaking of movies, shortly after the Giant War, all of his friends (the Seven, Reyna, Will, probably Lou Ellen and Cecil, too) showed up at his cabin with blankets and snacks. They each brought their favorite movie or movies they think he needs to see to catch him up on the modern age. At first, he acts disgruntled that they're all there but he very quickly settles into the blanket fort Annabeth constructs and is quietly very grateful and excited that they cared enough to do this for him. They're all holed up in his cabin for a full day until they've finished every movie. (Percy brought Finding Nemo, Annabeth brought Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Piper brought Scott Pilgrim vs The World, Jason brought Captain America: The First Avenger (and Nico definitely says "that's gay" when Steve and Bucky say there "Until the end of the line" shit and everybody absolutely loses their minds), Hazel also is behind on movies but she brought either a very scary movie or Moana, Frank brought A New Hope (though he considered Brother Bear), Will brought Spirited Away, Cecil brought Back to the Future, and Lou Ellen brought The Princess Bride)

He can play the piano! He gets a piano for the Hades cabin and on nights where he can't sleep and the nightmares are really bad, he plays piano.

He will cry if he hears I Will by Mitski or Wasteland, Baby by Hozier, for different reasons but also kind of not (he wants to be loved)

Also, Nico and Dionysus being buddies! Nico jokingly says he'll host a bacchanal if Dionysus excuses him from certain camp activities and that's how Nico and friends end up wearing togas around a campfire, all very hesitantly holding cups of wine they aren't actually going to drink. It is definitely not a bacchanal, it's just a bad toga party (barely) but Dionysus accepts it and decides Nico is a Good One.

(Yes I did very badly make this stupid meme that somebody has definitely made a variation of before)

This is definitely not a complete list of headcanons but it's what I've got so far!

#nico di angelo #nico di angelo headcanon #pjo #will solace #solangelo #headcanons #heroes of olympus

[just-jordie-things]

The Crown - Steve Harrington

word count: 4462 warnings: dedicated to @high-functioning-fangirl02 <3

You’d give your life to protect these kids.  

These kids you’ve known since you started babysitting them in the sixth grade.  Back when Mrs Henderson hired you to watch Dustin.  Which essentially meant that you’d watch all of them.  But that was alright, over the past seven years of being their designated babysitter, you’d grown to love them all.

Mike Wheeler, the snarky little love-struck shit that you spent grieving with since losing Eleven.  Lucas Sinclair, the sweet boy with the occasional attitude whom you helped construct his Ghostbusters costume. Will Byers, the full time sweetheart that made you cookies for Valentine’s Day after hearing you complain about being dateless.  And of course Dustin, cute little button nosed Dusty with a trash mouthing tendency, whom looked up to you like a role model.

Hell, you were their role model.  Driving them to and from school, covering for them on late nights so they could finish their D&D tournaments.  Fiercely protecting them a year ago when Hawkins was Demogorgon infested.  Standing up for them when you’d see some upperclassmen picking on them.

Those who dared glance the wrong way towards The Party in your presence, were rumored to run home crying with a bleeding nose and terrified shriek.  You never put down the rumors… because maybe it had happened once or twice…

Over time The Party was no longer just a band of middle schoolers.  It had opened up to their babysitter, being you, a senior girl who had not many other friends.  Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, which the boys always claimed was strictly because of family relations.  Not because Dustin was still harbouring a crush for Mike’s older sister.  The town Sheriff, Jim Hopper, who’d proved himself not to be an asshole, and turned out an alright guy.  Joyce Byers, whom you loved like a mother and whom treated you like her own daughter.  You’d frequently been titled ‘the daughter she wished to have had’ which always raised a snarky response from her sons.  Maxine (just Max.  Never Maxine) Hargrove, a high spirited and not your typical girl that you grew fond of easily.  Especially since she was nothing like her big brother.

And then there was Steve Harrington.  Who… really just was at the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up getting roped into the mess that Hawkins Lab had created.  King Steve, as you’d known him before you’d officially met last year by fluke accident, was always the popular boy that had a pretty girl hanging off his arm.  You weren’t sure why that changed so quickly, why he didn’t put himself out there as much as he used to, didn’t party hard anymore, wasn’t bragging about the new girl he was with that week like he was known for.  Maybe that day, when he walked into the Wheeler’s house right as you Nancy and Jonathan were awaiting the Demogorgon’s arrival, maybe he changed then.

Or maybe it was after he’d been sucked into… whatever this all was… and he changed to keep the secret.  Or maybe it was after Nancy had broken up with him, around the same time he started growing closer to Dustin.

But right now as you watched him directing the kids, you were more aware that he wasn’t King Steve anymore, that you had been before.  Sure, you’d realized somewhere along the way he was different.  But it wasn’t until now that you noticed it completely as it was.

“No listen you little shits, no one, is going anywhere” Steve ordered, holding a wash rag in his hand and pointing it between each of the boys, and girl, that stood in front of him.

“Friggin’ pointless just staying here” Dustin grumbled, walking out of the room whilst still muttering.  Mike groaned loudly, dramatically, and left to the living room with Max and Lucas.  You knew that he was still plotting you get out there tonight.  Consequences and dangers be damned.

You looked to Steve with a sigh, a lazy smile on your lips as you walked past him to go after Dustin.  He watched you go, letting out a breath as well as he put his hands on his hips and standing alone in the hall with his thoughts.

He’d give his life to protect these kids.

“Dusty?” You called gently as you walked into the kitchen, seeing Dustin sitting on the floor against the dishwasher.  Your brows furrowed as you sat across from him by the cabinets.  “You alright kiddo?”

“Would I be sitting in here brooding if I was?” He quipped, though you knew he meant well.

“Sweetheart you’re too adorable to be a brooder” You laughed softly, pulling your knees up slightly.  “A pouter maybe, but not a brooder”

“Thanks y/n” He responded dryly.  You rolled your eyes in response to his sarcasm.

“Come on kid, open up a little.  It’s me” Your words were soft, which did prompt Dustin to consider explaining to you his thoughts.  “Please? If we make it out of this alive I’ll take you to the arcade.  I’ve got a big jar full of quarters I’ve saved up-”

“Okay okay I’ll take the bribe” Dustin caved with a laugh that made your mood lighten.  “Look it’s gonna sound lame and cheesy but… everyone else is helping.  Jonathan and Nance and Mrs Byers and Hopper and Elle, but what am I doing?”

“You’re staying safe” Your answer came out instantly, but it didn’t seem to be the one the boy was looking for.

“No I’m not, I’m sitting on the sidelines, watching everyone else go be heroes and getting hurt.  I’m not doing a damn thing!”

“Hey” You hummed softly, and scooted over closer to put your head on his shoulder.  “You’re a hero Dustin.  Don’t tell yourself any differently.  All of you are, Mike too, and Lucas, and Max, and-”

“Steve?” Dustin offered, and you nodded, looking at him confusedly by the strange tone of voice he used.

“Of course, why’re you looking at me like that?”

“No reason” Dustin shrugged nonchalantly, brushing off the uncomfortable air between you both.

“Alright well, you should believe me” You continued.  “Even if you don’t think so, you’re all my heroes, got it Henderson?” The boy smiled and nodded, prompting you to push the cap of his hat down playfully before he could get up and leave the room.

“Mike’s probably still planning his attack” He told you, but you shrugged and waved a hand.

“Let him plot and brood” You said, and Dustin’s mouth fell open.

“How come Mike can brood but I can’t?” You rolled your eyes, still waving your hand for him to get out of here.

“Just go plot with him, I know you’re itching to” You said, and he grinned wide at you, glad you were letting him go plan their escape and attack.

“Thanks y/n!” He called, already racing out of the room.  “You’re the best!” You laughed, shaking your head as you stood back up and dusted off the pants of your overalls.  Steve came in a few moments later, watching you almost suspiciously.

“What?” You questioned, and he shrugged, shaking his head.

“Nothing.  Just wondering why you’re permitting them to conspire against us” He said.

“They’re not conspiring, they’re just discussing.  No harm in that”

“Um, every harm in that.  As in all of us, being harmed, because of that” He said, but you didn’t really seem to care what he thought about it.

“They’re fine, we’re all fine, don’t freak out so much mom” You said, walking out towards the kids and seeing them all circled up and discussing their big plan.

“I’m not a mom” Steve argued, and you chuckled, turning to see him, his dish rag on his shoulder, hands on hips.  It only made you laugh more.

“Mhm, alright.  Well then what would you call yourself?” You replied sarcastically, nodding towards his own stance, and making Steve second guess himself.

“This- you-! Alright whatever just stay away from the windows and go be safe somewhere” He muttered, walking into the living room where the kids were.  You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

Perhaps, you thought, King Steve was the king of something else now.

You watched as he was waving his rag at the kids again, yelling at them for plotting behind his back, and reminding them that no one was going anywhere.  But even as Dustin pouted, Steve was rubbing his hand over the thirteen year old’s head.  Almost soothingly, like he felt bad for ending their little meeting.

“What a mom” You mumbled, and headed back into the kitchen for something to eat.

You used to resent Steve, back when he was the king of school and didn’t care about anything more than he cared about his popularity and his hair.  Back when he didn’t give a shit about pretty much anything.  And looking at him now and seeing him watch over these kids, you could physically feel your heart swelling.  If that isn’t character development, you weren’t sure what was.

You weren’t sure why it made you feel so bubbly either.

“Listen runts, we’re staying here, we’re staying safe, and we’re not dying!” Steve said, for what felt like the fifth time.  But Mike kept arguing back at him.

“Everyone else is out there!”

“Everyone else knows how to fight all that shit!” Steve retorted.  “We are staying, here” He repeated slowly, waving his rag between each word.  “You got that?”

“You’re just saying that cause y/n’s here.  If she wasn’t here, we’d all be getting in your car and going!” Lucas spoke up.  Your brows furrowed at that.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, ignoring your search for food and now strutting into the room where everyone else was.  “Am I dragging you down?” You asked, almost sarcastic, but wondering what he’d actually meant by his announcement.  Were you dragging them down?

“No, Steve would just protect your ass over our asses” Max shrugged, and the others nodded.

“What the hell? Everyone here is protecting their own asses, I’m not getting killed for a bunch of kids!” Steve said, making flustered and jerky movements.  You brushed off their newly sprung argument over where Steve’s bat is swinging and who it’s swinging for.

Apparently, The Party was certain that he’d die for you, rather die for them.  But you didn’t care much about what they thought.  They’d always thought that you and Steve were meant to be some power couple, but you supposed it was just cause you were the same age and the kids only ever saw you two together.  There was no real evidence (as far as they showed) towards the ‘chemistry’ you and Steve supposedly had.

You wandered to the window, curiously looking out it with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Will you just shut up?” Mike’s yelling made you jump a little, and you turned to see your friends all still arguing with each other.  You smiled slightly, meeting Steve’s eyes as he gave you a bored look.  You just laughed a little bit back at him.  Steve’s expression softened into a small smile.  Your face flushed with heat, and you nervously turned away from him to look back out the window again.

A light blinded you almost instantly, making you squint your eyes and put a hand over them to try and clear your vision.

“What the hell?” You muttered, leaning closer to the glass to see what was going on.  Headlights, there was a car here.  Someone was here.  “Steve?” You called, not turning away from the window.  He came over right away, looking outside to see a familiar Camaro parked in the driveway.

“Shit” He grumbled, walking towards the front door.

“What- where are you going? Who is it?” You asked, following quickly after him, but Steve quickly turned to make you stay back.

“Just stay in here-”

“Sinclair!” A voice hollered from outside, and you jumped, eyes widening as you recognized it.  “I know you’re in there!”

“Billy?” You whispered to Steve, who nodded.  You stepped backwards, eyes never leaving Steve’s.  “What’s he doing here?” Your voice was quiet.

Billy Hargrove, was the most vile, horrible person you’d ever met.  And his wicked ways of bending people to his will, shook you intensely to your core.  It was no secret to the others that Billy not only terrified you, but would seductively torture you every day.  Sure, you’d been picked on before, but this was different.  Every day he’d come to you, hoping to get something out of you, just to mess with you.

“Come on babe, a little kiss, just a little one, we can discuss the rest later”

“You don’t want to get a ride home with me and have some fun?”

“When’re you finally gonna give this up and just put out?”

You shuddered slightly, practically feeling his hot breath against your skin just thinking about the things he’s said to you.  Stopping you in the hallways, finding you at your locker, approaching you while you waited at Steve’s car for a ride home.

“I know you’re in there you little pig! Come out here or I’ll have to go in!” His voice was dangerous, threatening.  And you felt a legitimate fear for your life, and the kids’.

“It’s fine, you’re fine, I promise” Steve said quietly, out of earshot of the others.  “All of you stay here, stay away from the windows” He ordered, giving you one last look before you turned and went to The Party.  They needed you right now, all huddled around Lucas and Max to make sure if Billy were to look inside, he wouldn’t see them.

“Come on guys” You said softly, ushering them as far away from the window as you could.  Steve, on the other hand, opened the door and stepped outside.

Instead of hiding in a room, completely out of sight of the maniac, you all ducked under the windowsill to see what was happening.

“Am I dreaming or is that really you Harrington?” You felt your entire body quivering upon hearing Billy’s voice.  Dustin, who was crouched next to you, turned and gave you a worried look, but your eyes were dead set on the outside.

“Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants” Steve responded, walking out towards him as he pulled off his leather jacket.

“What’re you doing here amigo?” Billy asked, the cigarette hanging off his lips moving as he spoke.

“I could ask you the same thing” Steve responded, void of emotion.  “Amigo”

“Lookin’ for my step sister.  Little birdie told me she was here”

“Huh, that’s weird I don’t know her” Steve lied easily, and convincingly.  You prayed to God that Billy believed him.

“Small? Redhead?” Billy replied disbelievingly.  “Bit of a bitch?”

“Ashole” Max muttered to herself inside.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry buddy” Steve replied, still not sounding like he cared even an inkling.  Billy nodded, taking out his cigarette.

“You know… I don’t how this, this whole situation Harrington is um.., it’s giving me the heebie jeebies” Billy said, looking at Steve a little more threateningly.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“My thirteen year old sister goes missing all day, and then I find her with you” Billy pointed accusatory hands towards Steve, giving him a disgusted look.  “In a strangers house” He continued.  “And you lie to me about it” Steve chuckled bitterly, shaking his head and looking away for a moment.

“Yeah, maybe you were dropped too much as a child or what” Steve said snarkily.  But Billy just grinned his twisted grin and licked his tongue over the front of his teeth.  “I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said”

You felt a chill go down your spine as Steve’s protectiveness took over his tone.  Dustin beside you mumbling a quiet, “Holy shit”

“She’s not here” Steve said carefully.  Billy nodded, looking pointedly towards the window where you and The Party were all huddled and looking out of.

“Then who’s that?” He asked, pointing his cigarette towards his sister.

“Down!” You hissed, and the five of you dropped to the floor so fast you all groaned from the impact of the floor.

“Shit!” Dustin cursed.  “Did he see us?”

“Oh shit” Steve grumbled.  “Okay listen-” Billy pushed him to the ground before he could explain anything.  The boy kicked him, before storming up into the house.

“Well well well” Billy smirked, seeing you and The Party standing there together, you in front of all of them.  “y/n l/n, what a lovely little surprise” You grimaced, but he didn’t seem to care.  “And Lucas Sinclair, not so much a surprise at all” You moved over more in front of Lucas, who’s hands grabbed onto your arm out of fear.  “I thought I told you to stay away from him Max”

“Billy, go away” Max retorted, but her voice wavered.

“You disobeyed me” Billy leaned over his step sister tauntingly.  “And you know what happens when you disobey me” He added in a hushed, volatile voice.

“Billy-”

“I break things” He uttered, before pushing you aside, crashing your body into the wall.  Before slamming Lucas up against the cupboards.

“Billy stop!” Max and the others began to yell, Dustin rushing over to help you up, but you were already standing up on your own.

“Get off of me!” Lucas cried.

“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will” Billy muttered.  “You stay away from her.  Stay-! Away from her” He yelled awkwardly.  “Do you hear me?”

“I said get off me!” Lucas screamed again, followed by a knee between Billy’s legs.  You gasped, feeling a moment of pride as Billy stumbled back and released him.

“You are so dead Sinclair!” Billy hollered.  “You’re dead-”

“No” Steve grabbed Billy by the shoulder, spinning him around roughly.  “You are” And with that he swung his fist and planted it hard enough against Billy’s jaw to make him topple over.

“Steve!” You yelped out of surprise.  He looked at you for a moment, nodding in reassurance as he shook out his hand.  It’d been a while since he’d hit anybody.  Billy stood back up, laughing menacingly.  “You’re a fucking psycho!” You screeched before you could stop yourself.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all huh!?” He yelled at Steve.  “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about” He stepped closer to Steve, glaring at him.

“Get out” Steve muttered, pushing Billy’s chest lightly to move him away from him.  Billy stepped back and stood there for a moment.  And after a few seconds passed you were certain that he was going to stay back.

Until he swung swiftly at Steve, but missed as Steve ducked just in time.  You gasped, clapping your hands over your mouth in terror.  Steve stood back up and swung his fist again, hitting Billy and making him stumble again.

“Yes! Get him Steve!” Dustin cheered, and the others began to as well.  You couldn’t find yourself to say anything, just wince every time a punch was made.  Steve hit him two more times, and Billy ran into the kitchen sink.  Leaning back and wincing in pain.

“Kill him! Kill him!” Mike was yelling.  But Billy grabbed a plate of the counter, smashing it over Steve’s head, and making him fall to the ground.

“Steve!” You screamed now, taking long strides to get over to him, only to be pushed away by Billy.  Who hit Steve as soon as he stood up again.  He grabbed Steve by the shoulders, staring him down.

“No one.  Tells me what to do” He muttered angrily, and threw his head forward hard into Steve’s knocking him down again.

“Fucking hell” You mumbled, tears beginning to prick your eyes in fear that Billy was actually going to kill Steve.  The mullet wearing psycho leapt onto Steve, pinning him down and swinging punch after punch against his face.

“Stop it!” Mike yelled at the top of his lungs, but it did nothing to end Billy’s attack.

“Steve!” Dustin hollered.

You stood frozen, every scene in front of you soundless, and moving slowly.  You could only feel your heart in your chest, sending you into an anxiety attack, you were sure.  But it barely mattered to you in that moment.  You turned away, and your eyes landed on something.

The syringe used on Will earlier.

Sleep… put him to sleep… your thoughts were broken as you reached for it, looking at it in your hands for a few seconds, before stepping forward and slamming the needle into Billy’s neck without a hesitation.  Mike and Dustin gasped, standing back.  Everyone’s eyes stuck on the syringe hanging out of BIlly’s neck now.  A disgust filling them up at the sight.

“Shit y/n” Dustin mumbled, his hand covering his mouth to stop vomit from flowing.

Billy stood up, wobbling slightly as he turned to look at you.  He pulled the needle out of his neck, vision beginning to fail.  “The hell is this?” He asked, trying to step towards you threateningly, but he was wobbling so much you didn’t even move.  No longer afraid of him.

“You’re fucking done Hargrove” You muttered, and before thinking twice to second guess yourself, punching him across the jaw, and sending him back on his ass.  Billy groaned, staying down where he’d fallen against the couch.

“Shit what did you do” He mumbled, growing dizzy from the mix of drug and pain.

A few moments later he completely passed out.

“Fuck” You hissed in pain, putting your bruising knuckles against your mouth.  You didn’t think punching someone would hurt so damn much.

“y/n holy shit”

“Are you okay?”

“That was badass!”

The Party was fussing and cheering for you, but you didn’t respond, kneeling down by Steve next and counting up all the cuts and bruises he was beginning to sport.  He was unconscious, that was for sure.  But he’d be in for a world of hurt when he woke up.

“Come on, help me get him back to Jon’s bed” You called to the kids.

It was difficult moving him, but after ten minutes you’d managed to get him into Jonathan’s room to lie on the bed there.  You were sat next to him, a cold wet rag in your hand, and the open first aid kit on the ground.  It took you awhile to clean off all the blood and apply bandages where you thought they were necessary.  There was a frozen bag of peas you’d put over one of his eyes to stop the swelling, but so far it still looked pretty bad.

The Party had sat with you for what felt like a long time before you told them to go back to the living room and wait for the others to return home.  Dustin put up a small fight about it, but eventually gave in and listened to your order.  And now it was just you kneeling on the ground by Steve, watching over him carefully.  Making sure he was breathing okay, and that nothing would begin to bleed again.

“Well King Steve, you got quite the ass kicking” You mumbled, just to yourself.  Your fingers placed a few stray hairs on his forehead back into place.  “But your crown is still there” You smiled to yourself, fingertips gently brushing his hair.

“y/n?” Your eyes looked back at him as he mumbled, almost incoherently.  “What happened?” The poor boy’s eyes weren’t even open.

“You put up a really good fight” You told him softly.  He winced, the pain probably beginning to settle in.

“Did I win?” He groaned, eyes clenching shut momentarily.  You bit down on your lip and shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.

“You put up a really good fight” You repeated yourself, playing with his hair again.  Steve sighed, knowing the answer.

“Is he gone?” He asked, eyes finally beginning to flutter open.

“Yeah… yeah he won’t be back any time soon, I’m sure” You answered.  Steve looked up at you, smiling down gently at him.  He smiled back instantly, and moved his arm to push your hair back, but even at it’s slight movement you winced in pain.  “You’re in pretty bad shape” You told him quietly.  “But you’ll heal up alright”

“Are you okay?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” You shrugged slightly.  “We’re all really worried about you.  Dustin thought you were dead” Steve chuckled painfully, shaking his head a little bit.

“Are they alright? Max and Lucas?”

“Yeah, we’re all good Steve” You hummed with a slight nod.  You leaned forward, a little closer to him to check on the eye swelled under the bag of peas.  You frowned, seeing the black and blue bruise that only seemed to be spreading.

“I’m alright, don’t fuss so much” Steve said, putting his hand over the bag and pushing it back against his face.  Your eyes met his for a moment.

“You’re pretty bruised up Harrington” You sighed, taking the wet rag in your hand and dabbing it gently on his bruised cheek.  “There’s not an inch of your face spared”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll heal up”

“Years from now, maybe” You replied sarcastically, and he smiled at you while you carefully pressed the cold cloth to his face.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He murmured, and you looked at him for the briefest of seconds before going back to work.  Now is not the time to talk about feelings, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah? Go play hero some more and you’ll never see anything again” You told him, and he shrugged slightly, not having a response to that.

“I just wanted to remind you.  In case you haven’t been told in a while” He said.  You bit on the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much.  You looked down at him, your eyes softening slightly.

You leaned over closer to him, pausing for a moment before pressing your lips lightly against his.  It was a chaste kiss, only lasting a few seconds as you didn’t want to hurt him anymore than he already was.  When you pulled back, you smiled nervously at him, and he only smiled back at you.

“You’re lucky you didn’t die Harrington” You said, and got right back to work on pressing the rag to his wounds.

“That I am” He replied cheekily.

You giggled softly, smiling down at him and wondering just when he’d changed so much.

You knew he’d give his life for these kids too, just like you would.

love me some babysitter steve

xoxo ~ jordie

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things scenario #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington scenario #steve harrington imagine

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Limp Noodle ~ S.H.

A/n: I have never once been good at making choices so I’ll be doing both OOF! This request is dirt old but whatever. I’m actually writing requests now look at me go!

Request: “...prompt 20 or 21 Steve Harrington x clumsy male reader” by anon

#20 (here): “I can’t do this without you”

#21: “Guess who broke their nose! Me. It’s me. I broke my nose.”

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“Are you SURE that this is a good idea?” The words came from Y/n as Steve parked the car, waving through the windshield window at Jonatan, Nancy, Robin and a new friend, Bianca. They’d all decided on a triple date and like idiots they’d let Steve, Bianca, and Nancy decide so they were now all headed on a hike. Robin was the least athletic of all of them and hated exercise of any kind. Jonathan was the one in the group who hated being outside in the sun and much preferred being inside cuddled on the could other swaddled in bed. Y/n... well Y/n was the single most clumsy person you’ve ever met.

Now, take whatever image that popped in your head when I said that and then make it ten times worse. Then take THAT mental image and multiply by it by ten AGAIN. Y/n was worse. He was absolutely sure he was going to thrip and fall over the side of some steep hill and fully die. He would be lucky to make it out of this trip without a stick going through his eye. Y/n and the outdoors didn’t mix. They never had. He could barely walk, let alone when it was uphill and outside and humid and hard to breathe and everyone was so beautiful and distracting.

Steve didn’t agree with that analysis.

“This is a great idea actually,” Steve decided with complete confidence. “Don’t worry about it okay? You’ll be fine.”

“Incorrect,” Y/n Aries immediately. “We started dating because I tripped seven times and you caught me every single one. I tripped seven times in three days Steve - and that was just the, what, one hour a day you’re with me? In THREE HOURS I TRIPPED SEVEN TIMES!” He was whisper yelling, getting rather heated. “I’m going to knock my head into a tree and bleed out.”

Steve laughed. He reached over, taking his boyfriend’s hands. “Do you trust me?”

Y/n’s shoulders sagged. “That is a cheap trick, Harrington.”

In response Steve only raised his eyebrows. When Y/n refused to answer, Steve sighed. “Y/n. Do you trust me?”

Closing his eyes a second, Y/n held in a sigh. When he opened them again, he managed a small smile. “Yeah. I trust you.” Steve went to get out of the car and Y/n caught his wrist. “Just promise you’re going to stay with me okay? I can’t do this without you. I’m serious.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Come on Drama King.” They both got out and made their way over to the other four.

“Hey guys!” Nancy greeted warmly. She had calmed a lot since Y/n had first met her. Darkened. But she was still pleasant enough, and Y/n tolerated her for Steve. He didn’t know why they were all friends after Nancy’s brutal ripping up Steve’s heart but... he expected it was that trauma bonding things that Steve and Robin refused to ever talk about with Y/n in the room.

“Hey bestie.” Robin winked at Y/n and he felt himself relax. Around her he always felt more comfortable. She got him on a much deeper level than Steve did. She had actually been the one to set them up after failure after failure of Steve’s attempts on girls who came to the ice cream shop they met at originally. It had gone up in flames recently, but they’d snagged a job at a movie store so they still worked together. Y/n was pretty sure neither of them would have it any other way, even if they sometimes pretended to hate each other.

“Hey loser,” Y/n joked back. Robin shoved him and he laughed, accidentally ramming into Jonathan as his feet almost came out underneath him. “Sorry,” Y/n mumbled.

Robin scoffed in amusement. “I always forget you have two backward feet.” This was something she said often, in reference to the popular statement of ‘two left feet’. One day Robin had proclaimed that Y/n was something worse than two left feet, and then being backward had kicked off as an inside joke.

“I’d you have that problem standing still, how do you think you’re going to do on a hike?” It seemed Bianca was trying to get in on the joking, but it hit a hard cord with Y/n.

He wasn’t in the mood to joke. “What can I say? Great day to die.” He put on the fakest smile ever. “Come on everyone!” Then he began to surge ahead, onto the trail, and the others scrambled to catch up.

It didn’t tale long for Nancy and Bianca to hit the head of the trail. Steve dutifully stayed by Y/n, but he watched the girls head with a sort of forlorness. Because Y/n was so slow and Jonathan and Robin lagged even behind him, the two girls in front were racing up and down the steep sides of the path they were on, jumping over logs and hopping up on stumps to make the path harder. They were laughing hard and having a great time. Y/n knew that Steve desperately wanted to join them.

What kind of a boyfriend would Y/n be to stop him? “Go on,” Y/n sighed, nudging Steve forward encouragingly.

Steve looked at Y/n with an expression that tried far too hard at innocence to succeed. It was so obvious he was full of crap that Y/n was rolling his eyes before the brunette even spoke. “What? What do you mean? I’m having a great time with my boyfriend which was the point of this whole thing. Have I bored you already?”

“No, but I’ve bored you. Go and do parkour with the bad ass chicks up there. Go on.” Steve hesitated, but when Y/n shot him a look, he finally did speed ahead to catch up and join in the unnecessary shenanigans that gave Y/n extreme anxiety just imagining himself doing. He sighed watching Nancy and Steve. He knew that things were WAY over between them, but Y/n found a little jealousy in the way they worked together so fluidly. They were perfect for each other - even as friends. She just kept up with him and challenged him in a way that Y/n never could, and Steve thrived.

Slowing down in his moment of annoyance, Robin and Jonathan caught up to him. “Welcome to the world of those who have to sit back and wonder why they’re not still dating,” Jonathan sighed. His voice was as laced with bitterness as Y/n’s thoughts were.

“They’re so complimentary,” Y/n complained.

“You could argue that you guys are the same,” Robin pointed out. “You both hate doing anything outside or away from home. You both love reading and photography. I mean Y/n’s incredible view of the world allows him to be a great writer, but it also connects you two. Writing and photography aren’t far from each other and you prod that every day. Nancy can’t slow down enough to appreciate things like Jonathan does, and we all know Steve is no reader.” She chuckled. “And we’ll never know how awkward and snappy got buff and pretty.”

Jonathan and Y/n smiled at that. “Imagine another world where Nancy and Steve stayed together. Then maybe you and me would have-“ suddenly he lost his words as he tripped, and Jonathan reached out to catch him. The two boys busted up laughing. “That’s the second I have to say both sorry and thank you for your reflexes Mr. Byers.”

“Ah anytime. That’s what friends do. Share interests and talk about alternative world where they’re dating and catch each other when they almost die.”

That made Y/n laugh harder.

Suddenly there was a very unpleasant thump and a scream. The three in the back snapped their attention to the three ahead and saw Nancy and Bianca freeze and look back at Steve, who had landed on the ground. His hands had risen to cover his face, and he slowly turned on his side, curling in on himself. It seemed like he’d misstepped at some point and tripped and fallen.

Perhaps Y/n shouldn’t have been the one they worried about on this trip...

-

When they finally got Steve to the hospital, it was a mess. There had been blood everywhere, and Y/n’s weirdly good driving had saved the day in a pinch once again. They’d gotten there quickly and in one piece without getting pulled over.

Only an hour later they were given news. Steve came out with the skin around his nose already bruised and puffy. “Guess Who broke their nose,” he mocked in a song songey voice.

“Me?” Y/n joked.

“Me!” Steve agreed, pointing at himself. “It’s me. I broke my nose.” He slung an arm over Y/n’s shoulders and the other four covered their mouths to hide laughs. People wouldn’t be forgiving in public if it got out that the two men were dating, so they were trying to be lowkey.

The Doctor came over behind Steve. “He’ll be fine. I’ve given him direction son how to ice it and even given him some pain killers to help with the next few hours. But it is just a broken nose, so nothing too severe.”

“Thanks,” Y/n told the Doctor. They left then, everyone heading home. Y/n designated himself in charge of caring for Steve, and called his parents to let them know that Steve ‘got tired’ after the hike and totally knocked out. They didn’t mind, liking that Steve was actually spending time with other kids again, so it went without too much problem.

As Y/n was tucking Steve into bed, Steve caught his hand to still him. “I love you.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. They hadn’t said that yet but... well, if hypotheticals with Jonathan had taught anything today, it was that Y/n was glad he was in this version of things, even if it was a little more complicated this way. So he meant it when he replied, “I love you too Stevie.”

Steve glared. “Not Jonathan?”

“Jon-“ Y/n’s deep confusion cleared as he realized what had been happening right when Steve had tripped. Jonathan and Y/n had been close. Laughing. Talking. Touching. “Oh my god Harrington did you break your nose because you were being a jealous idiot?”

“Maybe,” Steve grumbled, looking away.

Y/n laughed, gently tugging on his chin so their eyes met again. “Please sweetheart, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Me and my two backward feet are going to plague you for the rest of our lives.”

Steve’s eyes got very soft. “Do you really mean that?”

Getting sincere, Y/n leaned down and kissed Steve’s forehead. “Stephen Harrington, I’ve never meant anything more. I know we can’t get married or anything, or even date publicly, but... I don’t care. And maybe that’s some really forward thinking and we haven’t been dating that long, but I fell... a LOT of times in my life. It only made sense that the first time someone ever caught me, it was you. And it made me realize that I was gifted with my two backward feet so that one day I’d fall for you.”

Steve groaned. “That was painfully cheesy.”

“Okay, okay,” Y/n dismissed, rolling his eyes. The sweet moment was completely ruined.

“No seriously I would break my nose again before hearing that-“

Y/n reached over, turning the light off before climbing into bed with Steve. “Shut up Harrington, or I WILL break your nose again.”

Steve laughed before pulling Y/n close so they could fall asleep curled up with each other. “My cheesy, dumb, clumsy boy,” Steve mused quietly.

That made Y/n scoff. “If either of ya is the dumb in this relationship it’s YOU, Harrington.”

“Shut up,” Steve whispered. It was quiet a while before he finally followed up with, “I’d like that future with you too.”

To hide his smile, Y/n mumbled, “Good night Stevie.”

After a second, Steve replied, “Good night, Y/n.” And for now, that was the end of it.

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Heart & Seoul | Chapter 4

❥ Pairing(s): Jeon Wonwoo x Fem!Reader

❥ Series Tags: Series, Exes to Lovers!AU, Fluff, Mild Angst, Mutual Pining, Humor, Romance, Smut.

❥ Chapter Warnings: [3.4k] Language, some flirting.

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❥ Summary: Your first love hit hard & fast but it was all swept away in the blink of an eye when your boyfriend is sent away to a Korean University after your high school graduation. Seven years later, work lands you in the heart of Seoul and never in your wildest dreams did you imagine running into the one person who’d left with your heart years ago.

“She’s avoiding the cafe, huh?”

Jeonghan chuckles as he enters Wonwoo’s office a week later, finding his friend face down on the desk. Wonwoo picks his head up and there is a little piece of paper stuck to his cheek that makes Jeonghan purse his lips. Usually, he was the dramatic one in their friendship. He reaches over and plucks the paper from Wonwoo’s face, laughing when the other man hisses in surprise. It was a sticky note apparently. 

“I’ve stopped there every morning this week,” Wonwoo sighs, “She’s avoiding me.”

Jeonghan takes a seat in front of the desk, crossing his legs and leaning on the arm of the chair with his chin rested upon his hand. He had no qualms about making himself comfortable wherever he went. Especially Wonwoo’s office.

“Perhaps she’s gone home,” He says airily but Wonwoo lets out a distressed huff and he backtracks with an eye roll, “Or not...say she does live here...Maybe she’s working and too busy to stop at the cafe. People have lives, ya know.”

Wonwoo picks up his tea, your signature blend, and swirls the contents before taking a sip. “I still don’t get why she’s in Seoul of all places. It just doesn’t make any sense.”

Jeonghan arches a manicured brow in his direction. “Can I do it now?”

“Do what?” 

Jeonghan huffs in irritation, “You wanted to ‘respect her privacy’ and not ‘dig into her personal affairs like a stalker’ but I know you and you’re lying. You want to know just as bad as I do and we both know how to get that information.”

Wonwoo feigns disinterest, leaning back in his chair until his head hits the back. He spins from side to side slowly, as if he is thinking through every possible scenario and outcome. 

“I mean...I can’t exactly stop you...If you were to find out a few things and I just, I don’t know,” A small smile slips through and Jeonghan knows he’s hooked, “Overheard that information. I suppose something like that could happen.”

“Dude,” Jeonghan scoffs, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “You could have just said yes, saving me precious time and money.”

“I’m paying you to be here.”

“Touché.”

Jeonghan dials a contact and sets the phone on speaker. It rings twice before someone answers, “Is it time for that thing we talked about?”

“Mhm. What are you doing?” Jeonghan replies simply. 

There is muffled laughter on the line and the person replies, “Uhhh...working and definitely not in the middle of a sick ass raid.”

“Soonyoung.”

“Fuck- Hi! Boss, we’re n-not...I was just kidding! We’re totally working right now on important, uh, business things. We would never play video games at work, that's just- unprofessional.”

“Well,” Wonwoo sighs, “I’m about to ask you to do something really unprofessional so I’ll let it slide.”

“...In that case, please join us in the lair.”

Jeonghan snickers before hanging up, “You guys are so fucking weird.”

“What’s the password?”

Wonwoo gives Jeonghan a weird look and the shorter man shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Open the door, dumbass.”

The door to the IT room swings open to reveal Soonyoung sulking. “You’re no fun,” He pouts at Jeonghan who shoulders his way through the other man. Soonyoung turns his eyes on Wonwoo and grins, bowing out of the way to make room for him to enter the dimly lit space. 

“Welcome to the lair, boss.” Hansol’s voice makes Wonwoo do a double-take. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Hansol chuckles, swinging his car keys around his finger leisurely. “Dude, your parent’s pay me to sit around and wait to drive you around even though you insist upon driving yourself, where else would I be?”

He’s not wrong. Hansol gets paid whether he’s sitting in the parking garage or goofing off with the geek squad. He’d be much more suited to this job and sometimes kills his time by helping Jun and Soonyoung with their tasks but Wonwoo also knew Hansol had it made with his current position and probably preferred it that way. 

“Did you find anything?” Wonwoo’s voice is pretty even though visibly, he’s a nervous wreck with no chance of hiding it. 

Soonyoung falls into his chair, dramatically spinning around once before cracking his knuckles over his keyboard but before he can speak, Jun beats him to it. “Boss, you’re kinda sweaty. Who is this girl anyway?”

Jeonghan flicks his hair out of his eyes impatiently. “The girl is none of your business, yet. Just tell us what you know.”

Soonyoung gives Jeonghan a mocking look, imitating his words under his breath. “‘None of your business’ You know what? You should be nicer to us.” His face morphs into one of smug satisfaction as he plans to get under the older man’s skin. “Joshua doesn’t like mean girls.”

Jeonghan’s face turns bright red and he sputters in embarrassment. “Joshu-I don’t like Joshua! I don’t care what he likes! Who cares about Joshua? Not me! Would you shut your mouth and move it along?!”

Wonwoo, Jun, and Hansol all stare at Jeonghan, brows raised at his outburst.

“That reaction was a little sus though,” Hansol mumbles more to himself but both Jun and Soonyoung hear it and snicker making Jeonghan glare in their direction. 

 “Anyway...” Wonwoo turns his attention back to Soonyoung, “What were you able to find out?” 

“Right,” Soonyoung returns to his dual monitor screens, all business. “Y/n, age twenty five…”

“Smoking hot,” Jun tosses in with a full smirk and Wonwoo looks up in irritation but Soonyoung doesn’t notice and continues where his colleague left off. 

“Right. Smoking hot and she’s a teacher…” He hums appreciatively, “She’s working at the private school like ten minutes from here teaching English to kindergartners.”

“Babies! That’s sweet,” Jun coos, pouting his lips out, “So she’s living here, obviously. I know someone who works at that school and typically, teachers are on contract, minimum one year. When did she start?”

Soonyoung bites his lip, tapping away furiously on the keyboard as he hums in concentration. “Just recently it looks like. There’s a post on the school website from a few weeks back introducing her as a new teacher. Awww, look at this!”

He turns his monitor a bit and Wonwoo, Jeonghan, Jun, and Hansol crowd together to look at the picture of you kneeling down amongst a herd of tiny children, some clinging onto you with big cheesy smiles. It makes Wonwoo grip the edge of Soonyoung’s desk so tightly the wood groans under pressure. You look beautiful and so, so happy. 

“Damn, she does look good,” Jeonghan comments and Wonwoo looks up at him with a ‘What the fuck?’ sort of glare but his friend isn’t as easily cowed as the others. He’d kind of met you via facetime back when you and Wonwoo were still together at the beginning of college and wasn’t afraid of Wonwoo in the slightest.

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s a compliment and I’m not interested in your ex.”

The reaction is instantaneous. “This is your ex?!” The other three holler all at once. 

Wonwoo stands up straight before removing his glasses and massaging the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Yes. Yes, okay? I ran into her a week ago not far from here. We broke up after I moved to Korea and I haven’t heard from her since and then she’s suddenly standing in front of me, seven years later, with no explanation.”

“Holy shit- you’re still in love with her, aren’t you?” Jun asks, a ridiculously massive grin on his face. “That’s why you’ve been so sweaty and distracted lately?”

Wonwoo frowns, leaning back and pulling at his suit jacket. “I am not sweaty.”

“Ahhhh! This is just like a drama!” Soonyoung slaps Jun who slaps him back and then Hansol is involved and they’re all squealing like school girls. 

Jeonghan mercifully brings everyone back into focus before Wonwoo absolutely loses his full mind. “Focus. What else do you know? Does she live around here? Any family or friends in the area as well? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?”

Hands immediately stop flying. Jun and Hansol duck their heads away from Wonwoo who is now clearly sweating, reflective beads dotting his hairline. Soonyoung clears his throat and pulls the screen back to himself, typing away. 

“It’s kind of funny how people don’t realize how much one can learn simply by following them on Instagram.”

“Hold on...Soonyoung. Did you follow her on instagram?” Wonwoo coughs, pulling the tie loose on his neck and slumping against the desk when he nods happily. “Please tell me you’re kidding. When?!”

Soonyoung doesn’t pay him much mind, “When Han gave me her name a week ago. She posts really nice pictures,” He shrugs before smiling innocently up at him, “She even followed me back! Check it out.”

The group huddles back behind the screen again, all hovering over Soonyoung’s shoulder. He scrolls down past several pretty photos and Wonwoo tries to ignore the fact that Soonyoung has liked all of them. Every. Single. One. He finally stops on one of you and Samantha hugging at the airport. It strikes a soft spot to know you’re still close with your best friend from school. 

Slowly scrolling through the photos, Soonyoung begins to point out things that Wonwoo misses completely because he’s too busy staring at you. He feels like an idiot for not being smart enough to find your profile before now. He’s tech savvy but social media...not his forte. That’s what he’d hired Minghao for. 

“The picture from the airport was dated back almost three months,” Soonyoung explains, “She takes a lot of pictures of local places she visits and they’re all nearby, like she hasn’t ventured too far away from Seoul and there has only ever been one other person in her photos.”

Hansol raises his brows, “Friend...or?”

Soonyoung shakes his head, “Friend. She tagged her in a few photos, so I checked out her profile. Her name is Yeri. She also works at the school and has several pictures of her and her girlfriend, who is not y/n.”

A photo of the sunset off what looks like your balcony captioned, ‘Home sweet home with the best view’ catches Jun’s attention. “Hey, I recognize that building across the street. There’s a convenience store with a cyber cafe above it. I used to go there all the time. It’s like ten...maybe fifteen minutes away from here.”

The realization that, yes, you live here...in Korea...in Seoul of all places is starting to really hit Wonwoo and he leans away, closing his eyes to clear his head. It has to mean something that you’re here, that you were willingly to move so far from home. Surely you had thought it may be possible you’d run into him, right? Your reaction said otherwise.

Everyone’s eyes leave the screen one by one and land on their boss, their friend. Hansol’s hand comes down gently on his shoulder, “Did things uhh...not end well?”

Jeonghan thankfully chimes in, once again helping Wonwoo express himself when he struggles. “When I met Wonwoo, they were still together. He was glued to his phone and they talked day and night. The break-up was mutual and I don’t know how she took it, but he was a mess.”

Wonwoo didn’t argue, simply dipped his head in acknowledgment. “He didn’t sleep, barely ate, buried himself in studies, it took months to get him to go out again.”

The room was quiet. Hansol and Jun were both a little surprised to hear about this side of their boss. He was always calm, cool, strong, immovable. He ran his company far better than any CEO twice his age and picturing him as a heartbroken kid unable to function was difficult to imagine. 

Soonyoung clears his throat. “Hey, you said you ran into her a week ago right?”

Wonwoo nods and the other man flicks his fingers toward the screen again, “She posted this the same night. I thought it was a song lyric or something…”

The photo is angled toward yourself, just wide enough to show a tilted wine glass artfully clutched against your chest and a tiny golden necklace against your bare collar bones. The caption reads, “Some nights are easy. Some nights I drink red wine and think about you.”

After your emotional breakdown with Samantha that night, you buried yourself in school work. You’d come up with enough new projects for your kids for at least two weeks. You focused on that and only that and it had helped. You avoided the cafe, you drove to work, you got to work early, and left late. Whatever you could do to make sure you wouldn’t see Wonwoo again before you were ready.

It had been a week since the run in and you weren’t sure being ready, was ever going to happen. 

You shook yourself away from that thought, focusing on making it through the last three hours of class. You had thirteen littles, two gallons of glue, and what felt like ten pounds of finely ground glitter to keep track of. Ex boyfriends could wait. Forever. 

As the school day came to an end, the kids packed up their projects and parents came in one by one until you were down to your last child, Yeojin, waiting to go home. She was a sweet little girl who loved spending her time coloring which is exactly what she did to keep herself busy as you tidied the classroom while you waited for her mom or dad to pick up.

 You’d sent Yeri on her way a while ago, opting to stay behind on your own. You didn’t mind staying late, you loved your classroom, your little sanctuary. The kids were all pretty good cleaning up their stations but because of all the glitter and glue, you took your time to clean each desktop, grinning when Yeojin politely asked if you’d like her help. You thanked her but declined and she went right back to quietly coloring. 

The door to your classroom was open so you could audibly hear the sound of heavy footsteps thundering down the hallway at an alarming speed. You quickly crossed the room to stand in front of Yeojin heavens forbid it was someone or something dangerous but you did not expect the heaving giant of a man who landed in your doorway, hands gripping the top of the frame to steady himself as he swayed to a stop. 

“Uncle Gyu!” Yeojin shouted in her tiny voice, leaping out of her chair behind you and running full speed at the man who immediately swings her up into his arms with a brilliant smile. It’s funny, you’ve distinctly heard Yeojin refer to this person before. 

“I’m so sorry for being late,” The man walks toward you, “I’m Yeojin’s uncle, Kim Mingyu.”

Uncle Gyu is very attractive and suddenly words are hard. Funnily enough, his English is pretty damn good and you feel like you’re the one who’s going to mess up. He holds out his hand and you stare at it for a moment before offering your own. “Y/n. So you’re the tall sunflower in all of Yeojin’s drawings,” You recover smoothly, “It’s nice to meet you in person. As a person,” You add and he chuckles, bouncing Yeojin who blushes at the attention. 

“That would be me. My sister says Yeojin talks about you a lot at home. She really likes your class,” He says, setting the little girl down and quietly instructing her to gather her things. 

Your cheeks warm at the compliment, “I’m very happy to hear that. Yeojin is a sweet girl and she’s so creative. Always has great stories to tell too.”

Mingyu fondly looks over at the little girl. “Yeah, she’s pretty great.” He turns his attention back to you, smiling sheepishly once again. “Again, I’m sorry I held you up. My sister’s a nurse and got stuck at the hospital. I was at work when she called so I came as fast as I could.”

“I heard,” You tease him and his tongue pokes into his cheek to stifle a grin. “Really, it’s not a problem. I was just cleaning up anyway.”

“I would feel better if you let me make it up to you,” He says, taking Yeojin’s hand as she sidles up to him again. “I own a restaurant in town, why don’t you swing by and at least let me give you something to take home. It’s the least I can do.”

You shook your head, “Oh, no, really you don’t have to do that.”

Mingyu looks down at you in such a way that makes you shut your mouth. “Please,” He says, digging his wallet out of his back pocket to offer you a pretty business card, “It’s not too far from here. Come by around seven and I’ll cook you something personally.”

“You’re too kind,” You quietly accept the card. “This business card is kind of fancy though, should I change into my evening gown first?”

Mingyu’s loud laugh is quickly echoed by Yeojin’s much tinier giggle and the mixed sounds bring a smile to your lips. “I think what you have on now is perfect.”

The wink he offers just before he turns to head out the door leaves you sagging against a nearby desk. It was unfair to have such a weak heart for beautiful men. You tried to picture what dating someone like Kim Mingyu would look like but much to your frustration, another face appears. 

Perhaps it was more unfair that you hadn’t met Mingyu before running into Wonwoo.

After leaving school, you near the little cafe on your way home and look for that same sleek black Mercedes you had ignored the first time around but it’s nowhere to be found. There is only a pair of bikes near the window and you sigh in relief, pulling up to the curb. You had been craving the tea that you’d lost out on a week back. 

There is only one other person in front of you but much to your surprise, a few more people enter behind you and there is a nice little line going. The silly phrase, ‘Ah, looks like I got here just in time!’ rings in your head reminding you of your dad and all the dumb dad jokes you missed. When it’s your turn, you greet the cashier and make your order but before you can pay, someone interrupts you. 

“Add that to my order please, I’d like to pay for it.”

You spin around to meet eyes with a man you’ve never seen before. He’s handsome with his black slacks and crisp white dress shirt and the way he’s got his sleeves rolled up with the top two buttons undone gives him a roguish sort of charm. Not to mention the boyish smile meant to disarm just about anyone. It was clearly a weapon. 

You’re about to protest when he sidles up next to you at the counter and rattles off five different drink orders, oddly enough one of them being an exact copy of your own. He hands over a card before you can finally speak. “I- don’t, you didn’t have to do that! Let me pay you back.”

You quickly reach for your bag as the man politely ushers you away from the counter so other patrons can order. His hand lightly taps your forearm to stop you from digging into your bag furiously. This time, he speaks in English with a perfect american accent. “I won’t take your money, but that’s kind of you. I didn’t pay for it anyway.”

The man’s grin is secretive and he looks so pleased with himself. “Won’t you get in trouble then?” You ask finally, letting your purse fall back to your hip. 

“Nahh, my boss is a very generous man. He’d have done it himself if he were here. He’s a giver. Super good-looking and rich too. Works out a lot. Single.” The man smiles as you peer up at him with an amused look and sticks a hand in his pocket, patiently waiting for the large order. 

You can’t help the inelegant snort that escapes you after a moment. “You make him sound like Tony Stark, you know?”

The man laughs loudly at that and you can’t help but laugh along because it’s ridiculously contagious. You stick your hand out and the man looks pleasantly surprised but he grins and takes it anyway. “Thank you, to you and Iron Man I guess,” You chuckle, “I’m y/n.”

The man’s smile is one-hundred percent genuine when he responds. 

“Hansol, it’s a pleasure to meet you y/n.”

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For @one-more-offbeat-anthem 's 1k follower celebration. The prompt was "sickfics" and I've never written a sickfic in my life so, naturally, I adapted a scene from one of my comfort movies (Fever Pitch, 2005). HUGE congrats on your milestone love!!!

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Castiel should've known better than to listen to his brother regarding food. They have wildly different palates, and why he agreed to accompany Gabriel to lunch at some newly-opened new-age restaurant with barely any reviews, he'll never know. He wasn't thinking.

He could think even less that night, hunched over the toilet with food poisoning while his date knocked on his apartment door.

As soon as he could, Castiel scrambled to his feet and wobbled over to open it, his over-excitable golden retriever on his heels. Dean stood there in a nice leather jacket, all dapper and first-date-ready with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and it broke Castiel's heart to have to tell him:

"I'm sick."

He was sure it was evident in his eyes, death breath, hair sticking out in all directions from holding his head above the toilet, but he said it anyway.

"I'm really sick, I'm sorry. Come back tomorrow."

Castiel went to close the door, but Dean took a cautious step, bouquet forgotten at his side. "Sick how? You in pain? Do you need anything?"

"I just-" Castiel swallowed forcefully. "I ate at this new restaurant and-"

Just thinking about it made him run to the bathroom again, and he almost didn't make it on time. He barely registered Dean, still at the doorway, say something about Castiel (Cas, he called him) not needing to fake it if he didn't want to go out with him. A few seconds later, the door closed, and Castiel (still puking) thought that was that. He blew it with the handsome schoolteacher, all thanks to his brother's awful culinary taste.

His dog's wasn't so far behind. "Honey, please don't eat that," he reprimanded her, failing to shoo her out of the bathroom.

When he felt he was done, for the time being at least, he tried to stand. He was weak, and for a second he thought he might split his head open on the toilet seat, but then Dean was there, hands on his waist, helping him up. "I got you," said Dean, over and over again, and Castiel believed him.

Dean helped him to his bed where he tried to sit him down, but Castiel must've been weaker than he thought. He flopped backward, and then Dean cautiously lifted his head and placed a pillow underneath.

"Thank you."

"Got some more comfortable clothes? Something to sleep in?"

It's then Cas remembered he was already dressed for the date, slacks and a white button-up (probably grossly stained, he hated to think), and pointed Dean to a drawer.

A second later Dean was gently hoisting him back to his feet, strong hands at his sides, saying "Here, I'll help you change. Promise I won't look. Too much, I won't look too much."

And that actually made Castiel chuckle.

Dean unbuckled and took off his slacks first, replacing them with sweatpants. It was a slow, quiet process, and Dean only spoke up after he'd taken off Castiel's tie and shirt. "Alright, I gotta be honest, I'm looking. Sorry, Cas."

Cas couldn't help another chuckle. Dean was incredibly respectful through it all, careful not to touch any skin unless he had to, which was mostly to keep Cas from falling over. He slipped a t-shirt onto him and laid Cas back down on the bed, this time with his head where it was supposed to be. That's when things started to blur, when his head hit the pillow.

"I don't think there's anything left in there, but just in case..."

Cas, through hazy vision, noticed Dean putting his empty hamper next to the bed. He thanked him, repeatedly. Cas isn't sure how many times he said it, over and over again, thank you.

"Hey, no, you just get some rest," was the last thing Cas heard Dean say before he was out like a light.

Cas suspects he briefly regained consciousness three times during that night.

The first time, he's sure of. He felt a hand on his shoulder, slowly coaxing him awake. "Here," Dean said softly, placing a bottle of Gatorade with a straw in it on the nightstand. "Drink this if you can, alright? Get your strength back." Cas nodded and fell back asleep.

The second time was more questionable, and he only knows it was real because he saw the results of it in the morning. He slowly awoke on his own and saw Dean in his bathroom across from his bedroom door, wearing rubber gloves and scrubbing away at the toilet with a sponge. Cas tried to stop him, tell him no, please, you don't have to do that, really, but couldn't help sleep drag him back down before he could get the words out.

The third time is the most unbelievable. Borderline fantastical. If it was real, he might just have to marry this guy.

Cas thinks he saw Dean brushing Honey's teeth.

Out of everything that happened the night before, that is all he can think about as he steps out of the shower in the morning. He plans to call Dean, send a fruit basket to his school, invite him on the best date of his life to repay him for all he did, and ask him. It's going to sound ridiculous, did you brush my dog's teeth or did I hallucinate that, and Dean will probably turn down his invite. If not for the hell he went through that night, then for Cas being insane.

And then Cas finds Dean asleep on his couch, Honey snuggled into his side. And yeah, he's probably going to marry this guy. This schoolteacher who happened to pick him and his office as a field trip destination for his math kids. This adorable guy that came back later that same day, thanked him for getting through to the kids (which Cas didn't think he had, but he digresses), and then asked him out. This unbelievably sweet guy that Cas initially rejected, god knows why, but then called at his school and left a message for, Saturday at seven, here's my address, because he couldn't get him off his mind. This caring, thoughtful, heaven-sent guy who showed up with flowers, now in a vase on his dining table, found Cas with food poisoning and proceeded to take care of him, his dog, and his apartment the rest of the night.

Before Cas can think about marrying him again (which he was going to, the hopeless romantic), Honey startles and jumps off the couch, waking Dean. Cas doesn't move, just watches as Dean sits up, notices him, then sits up straighter.

"Hey! Hey, how you feeling?" Dean asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. He put products in his hair for the date, Cas notices, because it's now stiffly and adorably messed up.

"Much better. I won't be entering any pie-eating contests any time soon, though."

"Too bad. That was my next date idea."

Cas smiles, the words next date making his heart flutter in his ribcage. His question pops back into his mind.

"Did you, um..." Don't ask about the dog, he'll think you're crazy. He decides to go with "Did you clean my bathroom last night?" even though he knows the answer.

"Me? No."

Well. Cas thought he knew the answer. Probably dreamed it too. But then who-

"The vomit elves came in," Dean continues. "Real cute. Little hats, miniature vomit bags, adorable. Efficient too."

Cas is stuck somewhere between smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, and shaking his head while rolling his eyes. "Did the elves brush Honey's teeth too?"

"Oh no, that one was me."

And that has Cas laughing in earnest. At the sound of her name, Honey came bouncing back, settling next to Dean on the couch.

"Not letting the little bastards take credit for that one. This sweetheart loves me, and I earned that myself," Dean says, scratching Honey between her ears, enraptured.

"Dean, thank you." At that, Dean looks up. "Thank you. You could've just left, but you chose to stay. And you went above and beyond. Thank you."

Dean looks away and stands, trying to play it off with a wave of his hand. "Nah, it was nothing."

"It was everything," Cas says stepping forward, placing a beckoning hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean finally looks at him with a barely-there smile and a gaze that wants to escape, but he fights for it to stay on Castiel's face. Cas is glad he does, because he needs Dean to see, understand, how grateful he is.

"I uh... I got you these." Dean reaches for a paper bag on the coffee table, and that's when Cas takes his hand off his shoulder. "Some movies."

"Such as?"

"Mostly anime porn," Dean says, and Cas is doing it again, the chuckling/eye roll/head shake combo. "And some stuff I like to watch when I'm not doing great."

"Well, for me that would be documentaries."

"Wait." Dean blinks. "What? What did you say?"

"Documentaries. Preferably environmental, or perhaps historical in nature."

"No way, you're not gonna believe this," Dean says, a bit too much surprise on his face. "This is insane dude, check this out..."

He reaches into the bag, and Cas half believes he's about to pull out a copy of Disney's Earth. He's delighted to be wrong.

"Roadhouse."

Cas laughs again, and the beaming smile on Dean's face is what convinces him. He is definitely going to marry this guy.

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Nie Huaisang is the cutest thing monsters have ever seen, they can be yao dragons or giant turtles one look at nhs and they want to feed hug or kidnapt him nmj trainning involved recovering his baby brother from every monsters nest around qinge

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“I’m sorry,” Nie Mingjue said, his teeth gritted together and his arms shaking from the strain of holding Baxia up. “He’s mine.”

The massive tiger glared down at him over Baxia’s blade, currently stuck in its teeth, and growled something.

“I know,” Nie Mingjue said. His legs were shaking now, too. “I know, trust me, I know! I’m human, he’s – young, yes, yes, I know. But he’s my little brother! I’m not giving him up!”

The tiger spat out the blade, knocking Nie Mingjue backwards on his ass.

“And when you change your mind?” the tiger demanded. “Will you abandon him then?”

“No!” Nie Mingjue exclaimed. “Never! He’s my brother!”

“Mark your words,” the tiger said ominously. “Or else.”

It turned and stalked off, its tail waving arrogantly in the air, until its towering white form disappeared into the distance.

Nie Mingjue sighed in relief. “Huaisang?” he called, and a small head popped out of the nest the tiger had started building, blinking owlishly at him. “Come on, come to da-ge. It’s time to go home.”

“But Master Tiger said we were going to play…”

“Yes, well, he wanted to play for too long,” Nie Mingjue said. “Only a few centuries, give or take. Let’s go.”

-

It started back when Nie Huaisang was born.

No, more accurately, it started when Nie Mingjue’s father fell in love with someone he probably oughtn’t have, which according to the sect was not a terribly uncommon problem for him to have, and decided to bring home a bride.

Nie Mingjue could still remember the first time he’d seen the Second Madame Nie. They’d all been lined up to greet her, all the sect and close members of the clan in rows according to rank, Nie Mingjue fidgeting in the inside of the house proper in his first tangle with formal clothing outside of the discussion conferences. She had come sweeping in with her head held as high as a princess, seductive and bewitching.

Every movement had been perfect, the eyes of all the men fogging over in lust and the women in admiration – or visa versa, depending on their personal preferences – and a wicked smile had lit up her face when she had stepped across the threshold, officially becoming the sect leader’s wife, and maybe everything would have gone along with whatever plan she’d had back then if she hadn’t next seen him.

“Oh, look at you,” she exclaimed, rushing over to pinch Nie Mingjue’s cheeks between her hands. “What a delectable little morsel you are!”

“Uh,” Nie Mingjue said, staring up at her with big round somewhat-worried eyes.

“You charming little dumpling,” she said. “You adorable mouthful of meat! Spoonful of egg yolk!”

Nie Mingjue cast his eyes around to see if anyone would be willing to help him.

“My eldest son,” Nie Mingjue’s father said, not without pride – albeit perhaps a puzzled sort of pride. “He’s probably just about old enough to come to the forecourt, if you don’t want him to live with you –”

“Oh no,” she said. “He’s definitely living with me.”

And so she stayed, and Nie Mingjue stayed with her, and she doted on him in a way he found pleasant if mildly disconcerting. Within a year, she was pregnant, and irritated with it; six months after that, she was round and complaining, even though Nie Mingjue solemnly assured her that she was as beautiful as ever.

“This is your fault, you know,” she told him, and he blinked at her. “It is! Don’t get me wrong, your father’s a charming bull when he wants to be, and of course he fucks like a champion stud, but I stayed here for you, my little cabbage roll, my charming chunk of liver.”

She patted her belly.

“That means this here is all because of you. So you’d better take responsibility!”

Nie Mingjue considered the issue for a little. The argument seemed plausible, so he raised his hands and put them on her rounded stomach. “I will take care and watch over him for all my life,” he vowed, and the baby inside kicked his hand in response, sealing the pact.

“Oh you are so cute,” she said, pressing her hands to her cheeks. “My darling pork bun! My little fish cake! I could eat you right up, if only you were just a little bit older!”

When Nie Huaisang was born, she disappeared in a welter of blood, but Nie Mingjue’s oath remained.

The trouble started after that.

-

“You can’t raise a cub like that properly,” the winged lion argued, bating its wings as if that would help it make its point better.

Nie Mingjue glared at him. “Watch me!”

“It’s for your own good, little human. He needs his own kind –”

“I’m not listening to a treasure-seeker!”

The lion scowled at him. “I’ll have you know that most humans think I’m good luck!”

“You’re not trying to steal most humans’ little brothers, are you?!”

The winged lion sighed, a deep sound, so very noble and long-suffering that Nie Mingjue couldn’t resist the urge to lift his foot and kick the lion right in the paw.

“Brat!”

“Don’t care!” he shouted. “You leave my brother alone! He’s my responsibility, not yours! Piss off!”

“You can’t even feed him properly -”

“I’ll figure it out!” Nie Mingjue bared his teeth and wished he was old enough for a saber.

“You little…fine. Fine! I’ll bring you a book on how to feed a huli jing kit, and you keep to it, you hear me?”

“I will,” Nie Mingjue said. “But don’t you even think of taking him away!”

“On your own head be it,” the winged lion grumbled. “Not everyone’s as understanding as me.”

-

“Why are you wet?” Nie Mingjue’s father asked him.

“Water monkeys,” Nie Mingjue said shortly. “There was a nest.”

“Water monkeys? Don’t they normally stay away from people…? Or, I suppose, were these ones feral?”

“Thieves.”

“Ah. Well, nothing to be done about it, I suppose…bad luck for you to run into them here, of all places. But good experience! How many people your age can say that they fought water monkeys?”

“Can we go home?” Nie Mingjue asked, a little plaintively, and rubbed his nose. “How much can you really have to say to the Jiang sect, anyway?”

His father chuckled. “More than either of us would like, unfortunately. But if you’ve had enough of water, which no one can blame you for, maybe you and Huaisang can go shopping in the pier instead?”

That would work, Nie Mingjue thought, and nodded happily.

(Sect Leader Jiang was extremely embarrassed about the ghostly rats in the night-market – he claimed they’d never seen neither nose nor tail of them before the Nie brothers had accidentally tripped over their trap and had to flee from the swarm...)

-

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nie-er-gongzi,” the white-clad cultivator from the mountain said, smiling broadly and saluting deeply.

Xiao Xingchen had made himself famous during his first half-dozen night-hunts alone for his extraordinary grace, bearing and strength, and he said he was on a mission to help the world. He was beautiful, virtuous, and matched each ideal of gentlemanly arts.

Sects throughout the cultivation world were drooling at the thought of enticing him to join them, fighting for the opportunity to put in a good word with him.

Not all sects.

Nie Mingjue stepped forward, purposely putting Nie Huaisang behind him.

“Don’t you even think about it,” he said, hand on the hilt of his saber. “Buzz off, birdbrain.”

Xiao Xingchen might wear white, but Nie Mingjue knew a zhuque chick when he saw one.

-

“I found something for my aviary, da-ge!” Nie Huaisang, seven years old and delighted with his clumsy autonomy, announced.

Nie Mingjue, less than a full year into his new role as sect leader, rubbed his eyes. “Oh?” he asked, only somewhat wanting to scream endlessly into the void, which was better than usual. “That’s nice, Huaisang…”

“Come look! It’s so pretty!”

“I’m a bit busy –”

“But da-ge!”

Nie Mingjue sighed and got up, following Nie Huaisang to the door only to come to a complete stop.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he said to the fenghuang currently pretending to be a rooster in a cage, as if anyone would actually mistake phoenix flames for regular feathers. “Do you have no dignity left?!”

-

“You can’t adopt the bashe,” Nie Mingjue said to Nie Huaisang, who pouted. “It eats elephants; we’d be broke within three months.”

He turned to the giant python.

“You can’t adopt Huaisang,” he said. “I will literally murder you.”

-

“Why can’t I go watch the eclipse?” Nie Huaisang complained. “Everyone else is going!”

“I’m not risking a tiangou.”

“The…dog that eats the sun? Really, da-ge, is that even real?”

“You know what,” Nie Mingjue said, “you’re grounded just for saying that.”

Nie Huaisang grinned.

-

“Maybe I want to go and live among the qilin!” Nie Huaisang screamed, fourteen and hormonal about it.

“Well you don’t get a choice!” Nie Mingjue bellowed back.

“You’re not my father! I don’t have to listen to what you say!”

“I’m your fucking sect leader and yes you do!”

“I hate you!”

“I don’t care if you hate me! You still aren’t going to go live in a field with some magic pointy deer and that’s final!”

The qilin herd wisely chose to withdraw.

-

“Da-ge,” Jin Guangyao hissed, and Nie Mingjue looked up from his work at him – he hadn’t heard Meng Yao this upset since he’d shoved him into a closet to get him out of way during the whole dangkang boar hunt debacle. “Da-ge, there’s a dragon outside.”

“Again?” Nie Mingjue said, standing up to stretch and feeling oddly unbalanced. They’d just finished another session with the song of Clarity, so he really shouldn’t be feeling like this; he would need to write to Lan Xichen again about his fears that the treatment really wasn’t working. Lan Xichen would probably only say to give it more time, another chance, but still… “Let me go talk to them. Dragons are the worst.”

“No, da-ge, you don’t understand,” Jin Guangyao said. “It’s not a water-serpent or – or even a jiaolong – it’s a dragon.”

“A flood-dragon is a type of dragon,” Nie Mingjue said, following Jin Guangyao outside. “You know that, it’s in the name, what’s the big – oh, I see. It’s a celestial dragon.”

Jin Guangyao glared at him with an expression suggesting that he was under-reacting, but Nie Mingjue really didn’t have the capacity in him to reach with appropriate fervor at the moment. He and Nie Huaisang had been fighting a lot recently, every little thing escalating into a giant argument, and he was no longer sure if he was doing the right thing in trying to force Nie Huaisang onto the path of his ancestors. After all, unlike Nie Mingjue, Nie Huaisang had – somewhat different ancestors, on his maternal side.

And, he supposed, Nie Huaisang was old enough to decide otherwise, if he truly wished…

Still, Nie Mingjue was as stubborn as a mule and had no intention of giving up his baby brother without a fight, so he braced himself and went over to the frankly massive creature draped over the entrance gateway and much of the training yard that the entirety of the Nie sect was doing its utmost best to pretend that they weren’t seeing.

Nie Huaisang was sitting on the thing’s five claws – an imperial celestial dragon, apparently – because of course he was.

“Excuse me,” Nie Mingjue called up to the dragon, which turned its head to regard him, an entire production that took nearly a quarter ké to accomplish. “The brat there is mine, please return him.”

“Da-ge!” Jin Guangyao hissed again, but Nie Mingjue waved him away.

“You have raised him well,” the dragon said, which was…a good deal nicer than most of these interactions usually went.

“…thanks?” Nie Mingjue said suspiciously, ignoring Jin Guangyao’s splutters of “It talks?!” “I think?”

“I have chosen to grant you a boon,” the dragon announced.

“…right,” Nie Mingjue said. “If this ‘boon’ is that you’ll take him off my hands, I’m afraid I’m going to have to refuse. He may be trouble, but he’s still my brother.”

“Da-ge!” Nie Huaisang exclaimed, indignant. “Don’t be rude. I asked him for this!”

Nie Mingjue frowned at him, unable to resist the feeling of hurt even though he’d already told himself to expect something like this. “…you want to leave?”

“No, da-ge, don’t be ridiculous. I asked him to improve your health!”

Ah.

“Huaisang –” he started to say.

“Don’t you ‘Huaisang’ me!” his little brother shouted. “I know you’re trying to hide it, but it’s getting worse, isn’t it? San-ge told me so! He said I should get ready!”

Nie Mingjue made a mental note to strangle Jin Guangyao, who had no right to say something like that to Nie Huaisang even if maybe it wasn’t the worst idea in the world to emotionally prepare Nie Huaisang for the upcoming bereavement and inheritance he would need to face.

“Anyway, he said to get ready, so I did!”

“You can’t just ask a divine dragon to fix me, Huaisang. That’s not how this works.”

“Uh, it totally does, and I did, and he agreed. So there!”

Nie Mingjue crossed his arms and glared. “And what did he want in return?”

“The boon is a reward for your past merit, not a trade for the deeds of the future,” the dragon said, not even slightly hiding how its whiskers were shaking with suppressed laughter. “You have travelled a difficult road, and borne the weight of it well. And besides…”

“Besides?”

“If you were to die, he would undoubtedly petition the creatures of the underworld to return you.”

“Well, fuck,” Nie Mingjue said, having not considered that. “Fine. Whatever. Heal me and I’ll try to keep an eye on my health going forward.”

Maybe more Clarity? He could try to free up his schedule, get in a few more sessions…

“I just give up,” Jin Guangyao said behind him. “I just fucking give up.”

Nie Mingjue, assuming that he was talking about Nie Huaisang’s nonsense, agreed whole-heartedly.

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