#she gon get them boys in trouble

[lennymcdragons]

I love her so much 💜🖤

#danny phantom #sam manson #dp #my art #look how cute she is #omfg i am simping so hard #so much mischief hides behind that smile #she gon get them boys in trouble #just for fun #i love her

[putaposyinyourhair]

Slowly but Also Like All at Once

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

noah diaz x mirage (the ship of dreams or whatever that old bitch said in titanic)

warnings : reek gets his own flirt on, noah is tired™️, and breanna diaz is here but she ain't here to play

side note: this fic is also on ao3!

Noah’s kind of glad that as soon as he has the apartment door unlocked, Reek shoves him aside and barges his way inside like he owns the place. Because not a second later, a chancla comes flying across the room and slaps into the wall not one foot away from Reek’s head— the poor guy freezing up immediately, his eyes wide.

“Ma!” Noah admonishes, pocketing his keys and pushing past Reek so he can set down his box of electronics atop the short bookcase his ma insists on using as a foyer table. “You can’t just be whippin’ those around! You’re gonna seriously injure somebody that ain’t me one of these days.”

His ma has both her hands over her mouth, like she recognizes her mistake too, and when she lowers them, Noah can see she has the decency to at least look sheepish about nearly clocking his friend with her slipper. Still, it doesn’t stop her from also outright glaring at him— like it’s his fault.

“Pero escuché tu voz, so I thought it was you, and you deserve it,” she snaps at him pointedly, before she looks to Reek. “Reek, honey, I’m so sor—” she cuts herself off with a sharp gasp at the sight of all the blood on the lower half of Reek’s face.

“What the hell happened?” she demands instead, clearly concerned. Although the concern doesn’t last very long. Because she seems quick to come to her own conclusions and narrows her eyes at the both of them.

“You boys weren’t out gettin’ into trouble, were you? I swear to God, you two are gonna—”

The loud slam of a door sounds from down the hall.

“Is that Sonic?” Kris cries, rushing into the room like the namesake should be his instead.

Noah grins widely, toeing off his sneakers and simultaneously slipping off his backpack— letting it fall to the floor beside the bookcase with a small thud— just in time to catch his little brother who comes flying at him and nearly knocks the breath straight out of him with what feels like the world’s tightest hug.

“You missed it!” Kris proclaims eagerly, pulling back only far enough to look up at Noah. “I almost beat Bowser! I was so close!”

“Damn, really?” Noah inquires, reaching up to ruffle the kid’s curls affectionately. “That’s cool, bro. Just a few more tries and you gon’ get his ass. I know it.”

Kris beams and pulls away completely, releasing Noah, before he looks over at Reek and frowns, one brow arching.

“Who beat the shit out of you?” he queries openly.

“Language, Kris!” their ma shouts from the kitchen, where she’s already gathered some napkins and is bent over under the kitchen sink, probably looking for that bottle of rubbing alcohol they keep down there. “Reek, sweetie, come over here so we can get your face cleaned up.”

Reek relaxes— his momentary stupor fading— and his lips curl up into a dreamy sort of smile as he kicks off his sneakers then floats across the room to lean against the kitchen table.

Noah narrows his eyes at the other man, already knowing where this is going.

Noah’s ma slaps Reek’s knees open so she can step in between them to be able to reach his face— she’s already kicking up a fuss, telling Reek he has to take better care of himself— and Reek, of course, can’t help the self-satisfied little smirk he shoots in Noah’s direction.

Noah’s hands ball into fists at his sides.

“You hit on my mama one time today man, just one, and I’m throwing your ass out the window,” Noah warns him. Because, unfortunately, it’s a thing.

Reek, the absolute bastard, swears that one day he’s going to bag Breanna Diaz.

Which is absurd.

The only way that’s ever going to happen is if it’s right over Noah’s dead body.

“Ay, Noah, don’t be ridiculous,” his ma chastises casually, shaking her head as she dabs at Reek’s nose with a wad of wet napkins— completely oblivious to the fact that Reek is practically preening under her care. “Reek, how did this happen?”

Before Reek can respond, Kris looks up at Noah with a frown.

“And why didn’t you come home for dinner last night?” he questions. Their ma scoffs.

“You mean why he didn’t come home at all,” she points out, glancing over with a look on her face that clearly reads as disapproval. “You could at least call, mijo.”

Noah releases a sharp sigh, his shoulders drooping as he deflates under the weight of the guilt.

Kris wanders away from him, sauntering over to their ma and Reek so he can get a closer look at the damage on Reek’s face.

“I know, ma,” Noah acquiesces, defeated and exhausted, even as he reaches up behind his neck to grab at the collar of his Henley so he can pull it off— he’s been wearing it for over twenty-four hours at this point, and all he really wants is a shower. “I’m sorry. I just… I got caught up.”

His ma looks over for a second, both brows arched, before she returns to the task at hand.

“Ooh,” Kris teases. “Is it a girl? It’s a girl, isn’t it? What’s her name?”

Noah rolls his eyes at his baby brother’s antics, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and laughing when his ma presses a napkin soaked in rubbing alcohol to Reek’s nose, pulling an incredibly high-pitched yelp from the man’s throat.

Reek narrows his eyes at Noah.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?”

Noah grins crookedly at him, his shirt and belt clutched in one hand.

“It’s hilarious, dude.”

The slow menacing look-and-smirk combination that distorts Reek’s face is quite frankly terrifying and Noah stills, tensing.

Reek leans back, just slightly, and his gaze slides over to Kris.

“Nah, li’l man, there ain’t no girl,” he drawls wickedly. “Our boy Noah over here, he’s a man of taste. He’s got a preference for something different; little metal, some rubber, six cylinders.”

Noah wants to wrangle his thick ass neck with his bare hands.

Kris’ lips purse to the side, his forehead scrunching— clearly bewildered.

“For the last time, man,” Noah snaps. “I didn’t fu—” he cuts himself off with a sharp inhale, throwing his hands into the air— completely done with trying to deny it any further— before he exhales at length.

Reek’s just going to believe what he wants anyway. Fuck it.

Noah’s ma glances over at him again, one perfectly plucked brow arched in question.

“I’ma go shower,” Noah decides, then points a long finger at Reek. “You better not still be in my damn house by the time I get out. I swear to God, bro.” He crosses the room and pretends not to hear Kris asking Reek what he meant by metal, rubber, and cylinders.

“Ay, mijo, por qué eres tan grosero?” his ma calls after him as he goes, and Noah does his best to not react when he hears her add on a quieter, “Well, there’s clearly no girl. He wouldn’t have a stick up his ass if he was seein’ any action.”

Reek’s raucous laughter echoes down the hall, following Noah right into the bathroom.

Noah slams the door closed behind him.

“Carajo, Noah! Don’t be slammin’ doors in my house!”

Noah huffs, dropping his shirt into the hamper that’s wedged in between the toilet and the sink— where it’s not supposed to be, because Kris has a habit of getting up during the night to piss, and being half-asleep, he drips all over the place. It’s nasty. His little brother’s kind of a slob but being the baby, their ma just keeps letting him get away with it.

Noah hangs his belt off of one of the hooks behind the door before he turns to the mirrored vanity cabinet and takes a second to study his reflection.

His curls are wild and he’s pretty sure he can still spot sand in there. The bags under his eyes are puffy and a slightly deeper color than usual and— Noah leans in closer— his lips look like they’ve been bitten raw, no doubt courtesy of the wild rollercoaster ride of emotions he’d experienced overnight.

All in all, he looks like shit.

With an utterly drained sigh, Noah slips out of both his jeans and boxer briefs and tosses them into the hamper as well, before he throws open the shower curtain and steps into the bathtub.

He showers rather quickly— which is kind of a miracle because he’d honestly thought getting all the sand out of his hair would take a lot longer. He washes up in a sort of automatic way, his hands and body going through the motions, while his mind wanders.

He finds himself going over every single moment of the last twenty-four hours with a fine-toothed comb. From heading into the garage the day before, wondering if he’d ever see his mech friend again. To Mirage’s sudden miraculous return— which Noah can still hardly believe even happened. To spending the night with the bot on that beach in Long Island under the lighthouse.

And getting the chance to meet Ratchet. Noah makes a mental note to thank the medic when or even if he gets the chance.

Ratchet had managed to do what Noah couldn’t; fix Mirage.

Ratchet had been the one to right Noah’s colossal fuck-up with the plate he’d cracked in half.

Ratchet had given him his best friend back.

Noah owes him a lot.

His mind shifts then, turning his attention to the metaphorical elephant in the room; the offer to join the autobots on their, hopefully simple, scouting mission to Colorado.

He purposely ignores the tiny voice in the back of his head— the one that, obnoxiously, sounds like Reek— that tries to remind him the mission isn’t the only metaphorical elephant in the room.

There’s also the matter of Mirage’s completely spontaneous flirting.

Because, yeah, Noah can definitely recognize it for what it is now. He might not have any game himself but he’s not that dense.

Plus, Reek had clearly read and interpreted it as just so— coming to the assumption after hearing just one of Mirage’s lines.

The man had badgered Noah the whole way up to the apartment over it; over whether or not Noah had ‘fucked the car.’

He’s honestly more surprised over the fact that the man had managed to go straight from ‘the car talks’ to ‘did you fuck it, Noah’ than over the fact that Reek apparently has zero issues with Noah theoretically fucking a car.

Which is wild. Especially seeing as Reek is completely unaware that the aforementioned car is actually a twelve foot alien.

But he’s not thinking about any of that though.

No. He’s thinking about whether or not he’s ready to drop everything— drop his entire life, not that he really has much going on at the moment— to go on an impromptu road trip with a bunch of aliens. To the Rockies. To possibly locate another alien. One that may or may not be one of the bad guys.

“Fuck,” Noah sighs, reaching out to turn off the water.

He wonders when his life got so complicated.

Unbidden, a vivid image of Mirage fucking with him as he’d tried to jimmy the lock and open the door on the Porsche simultaneously comes to mind.

Right.

That’s when.

Noah pulls a towel out of the bathroom closet— a blue one because his ma has them color-coordinated and assigned; Noah’s are blue, Kris’ are green, and hers are red. The woman’s surprisingly laid back about a lot of stuff— for example, Kris being an utter slob— but bathroom linens are not one of them.

Noah’s not sure why and at this point in his life, he’s kind of scared to ask. It’s easier to just roll with it.

He dries off then wraps his towel around his waist and steps back over to the mirror so he can try and get his curls under control. If he doesn’t, they’ll just dry up all frizzy and crazy. And he hates it when that happens. Because he’s kind of lazy and he won’t bother trying to fix it, he’ll just wear a cap over it every time he steps out of the house until he washes his hair again.

When he’s satisfied, Noah turns and steps out of the bathroom.

“Damn, mami, that’s cold,” he instantly hears— Reek’s voice coming from the kitchen. “Why you gotta do me like that?”

The asshole is still in his house, hitting on his ma. The kitchen’s out of view from where Noah’s standing just outside the bathroom so he can’t see his friend but he narrows his eyes in that general direction anyway.

Then, an idea pops into his head. And his lips curl.

“Reek, man if you don’t get yo’ ass outta my house, I’ma tell Rosie from downstairs about your special friendship with that white girl from Staten Island!”

He hears an abrupt thud from the kitchen and watches gleefully as Reek trips his way across the room, apologizing to his ma and telling her he has to go because he thinks he, ‘left the stove on.’

Chump.

Noah grins when the front door slams, signifying the other man’s departure. Then he spins around and strolls languidly into his bedroom, lips pursed smugly. He shuts his bedroom door behind him with a foot so he can change into a fresh pair of boxer briefs then throws on a random pair of basketball shorts and a wife beater, before immediately throwing himself face first onto his bed, groaning loudly as his body relaxes into the mattress.

He gazes up at the stuff on his wall— his Wu-Tang Clan poster and his vinyl sleeves— for a moment. 

But he must fall asleep immediately after that because one second he’s blinking at the Puerto Rican flag on his wall and the next, he’s waking up on his side, facing the bedroom door, after hearing his name be called in a low sort of hiss.

Kris is standing underneath the frame of his bedroom door, staring at him with a sort of apprehensive look on his face. He keeps glancing back over his shoulder to his own room every other second.

“Hmm?” Noah slurs, still half-asleep and struggling to keep his eyes open. “Wassup, Tails?”

Kris’ wide-eyed gaze snaps back over to him.

“Dude, Knuckles is in my room.”

Noah groans, lifting a hand to wave the kid away.

“That don’t even make no sense, Kris,” he grunts out. “He wouldn’t fit.” With that said, Noah pulls his pillow out from beneath his face and covers his head with it, hoping his little brother will take it for what it is; a dismissal.

“He says he’s taking you to Colorado?”

It takes a second for Kris’ words to register.

But when they do, Noah’s pretty sure he sets the world record for the fastest anyone’s ever jumped out of bed

#noah x mirage #norage #noah diaz #mirage #mirage rotb #transformers rise of the beasts #transformers rotb #mirage x noah

[argreion]

Daddy to the Rescue!

Your little princess is being quite the trouble today! Who doesn't want a big strong man to swoop in and sa- Fucking go along with your daughter!? C'mon, Leon! I thought we were a duo! Stop dancing to Let It Go, c'mon!

WC: 2.2k!

AN: Mostly self-indulgent because my friend and I adore a girl dad moment. Stupid dad moments I live for alongside dark moments. Since it's self-indulgent it's a female reader 😅 Hope you can still enjoy it! I seriously only got inspo because of the stupid Leon fairy image. Reading might be a little choppy due to the fact I kinda skimmed proofreading it so sorry if there's any mistakes!

Warnings: None asides from girl dad Leon! Maybe a bit of classic Leon personality, too! Likes, reblogs, and comments appericated like ALWAYS! 🩷

“Mommy!” Was all you could hear. Every single damned second of your existence was hearing “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Were kids always this annoying? When Leon said he had a daughter, you didn’t expect such a cute, yet bothersome kid! You’ll give it to her, she’s cute! Daddy’s blue eyes and his cute moles! Stubborn personality, too.

“Dani, please, honey.” You sighed. She was four! Did you expect a four-year-old to stop? She certainly didn’t stop tugging on your pants. Pulling you along into the living room. Toys scattered across the floor. And a poor Elsa doll with its head ripped out. That was cold, Dani, freezing cold… The ice queen couldn’t play her own game.

Daniella pulled you straight into the living room. Sumo laying on the couch. Old pupper, poor girl is gonna cry when he’s gone. Always making slobbering on the ground. What was it Leon said? He found the stray dog years ago, and wanted to give it a home. A good boy AND good man. Hope Daniella turns out just like the two of them.

“Good boy.” You said, giving the old dog a pet. The bloodhound replying with a grunt. Your attention turned towards the small toddler pointing towards the TV. Bouncing up and down as the sequence to Let It Go started. Elsa walking up that snowy path, and it’s going to make your head explode. You heard it on the radio, on Leon’s phone when Daniella was given it, and constantly on your TV. Why haven’t your ears started to bleed yet?

Only if Leon was here to deal with it. You’re a package deal with him. He kicks ass, and you suffer with his toddler. At least she didn’t throw fits often. That’s a good part, and plus… Who doesn’t love a hot dad moment too? A DILF moment? All the girls nowadays love a DILF, bonus points if he’s got some bank and a nice car. The only thing they don’t tell you is that he’s a softie who spoils his daughter too often. How are you supposed to humble her? Please don’t turn out to be a bitch, Daniella. You’re praying to God on that one, even if he might not exist. Someone’s gotta answer that pray in good faith.

“Mommy! You gotta sing with me! We gon’ sing together!” Danielle chirped, throwing her hands up. Singing? Well, that’s iffy… You ain’t exactly a Disney Princess, or are you? Leon, you brainwashed your kid—Leon number two!

You were oblivious to the door opening, revealing the man himself. Basically a Disney prince in the making, watching his princess and lover. Arms crossed as he watched the scene. Brought a tear to his eye that his baby girl was gonna dance and sing her heart out. A quick drive and check for closings, your next date in the planning. Drive-in, here we come! You nervously trying to not sing, while the toddler was beginning to get fussy. Noticing this, he sighed, shaking his head  Daddy to the rescue, again.

Walking off, you noticed the footsteps. Wait, he was there? Damn, you didn’t even notice.

“Hey, Dani, why don’t you give mommy a sec?” You offered, a shaky smile on her face. Please, Danielle, spare mommy a little second! It’ll only be to talk to daddy! C’mon, don’t you love daddy, Dani? 

Danielle whined, but you already took it as a yes. Hearing her cry her poor heart out. Dance and sing with her! It’s only the sixth time today! Running after you with her hands out.

“But why!? Mom!? MOM!!” Why? Uh, when you basically never actually parented, you kind of don’t want to deal with the screaming kid! Who wants to deal with a screaming kid, anyway!? Hoping, praying that she’ll turn out ok… Not a spoiled teenage girl or one of those girls who want Drunk Elephant at nine.

Breathing a sigh of relief as you slammed the door shut and locked it tight. Hearing the door knob be turned and struggle with. The horrifying sight of tiny little fingers coming through the bottom of the door, too. A small demon coming for you. Get the holy water and bible, and the Priest from down the street. Poor Leon will go flying across the room because the poor girl doesn’t wanna let go of her poor dad.

“Uh…” The scene before you as you turned your head was certainly something. Leon in the process of tying a pink dress to himself. Sparkles and all. Fairy wings attached, and a stupid wand he stole from Danielle. If you had something to drop, now was your chance.

Leon offered an awkward smile, before motioning you over. Of course, you walked to help him, he’s struggling! He struggles to remember his meds, his back brace, and to finally relax! Helping him button the back of the dress together.

“You’re so stupid for this. I have to take a photo, c’mon.” A laugh had burst from your lips as you took a few steps back. The male giving a twirl with the ending being a hip popped out. Wand loosely hanging in his hand. A grown ass man trying to impress and love his daughter. How come he got it so easily?

Getting make-up on his face, daughter putting those cheap hair strand dye powder things in his hair, messily painting his nails. Stickers on his motorcycle and helmet. As he said, he was a ‘girlboss’. You doubt he truly knew the actual meaning, but you’d let him have his fun.

The screams of the toddler outside the door brought you away from the dress. Banging on the door and those demon fingers coming from the bottom of the door again. Making you glance towards the dressed up dad. Hand reaching for the door lock, with a raised eyebrow still.

“I only have one question, then I open the door.” Holding a finger up, you motioned towards the dress. “Where’d you get this and how much is this?”

“Honey, that’s two questions, you said one.” That stupid cheeky smirk came across his face as he said that. His arms crossed as he batted his eyelashes and pursed his lips. Before letting out a chuckle, the reply following afterwards, “eBay, who doesn’t use it these days?”

“eBay? Please tell me you’re joking. Tell me it’s at least new.” Ok, you had to admit that if he bought it new, you’d be surprised. If he didn’t, you’ll be pretty disgusted. Who knows who worn that? You’ve seen the things he buys from eBay, used parts for a motorcycle. What if he got used clothes? Please, Leon, you have brain cells. Don’t do your daughter like that!

The man shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nah, just new. What? Do you think I’m that cheap? C’mon… I’m not that bad.” Thanks, Leon. At least you didn’t cheap out on something. Well, kind of did.

“Thank the heavens for that, seriously. Old men and eBay are something else, Leon.” Shaking your head for the final time, at least you hoped. Finally doing the lock and opening the door to reveal… That crying demon turn from a fussy fit into a look of shock at her dad.

“Daddy? How’d you get here? Magic!?” She gasped, jumping up and down. Was daddy actually a magical pink princess!? Making the man give out a chuckle, before a clearing of his throat. Did he have to every single time? Maybe his old age was getting up to him.

He was starting to develop the slightest of crow’s feet. His bones and muscles aching from work more often. A few gray hairs here and there. Fat growing on him, even if he continued to work out. Often finding him coming home from a jog covered in sweat. Lifting weights and training his legs and flexibility. Means he can stay home more frequently, though, right?

Before the poor man could say anything, he got tackled. Well, at least his leg did. Small toddler clasping onto his leg like a koala. Not even letting go as Leon struggled to walk. The girl babbling on about how her daddy was magical. For once, Danielle was right, Leon was pretty magical.

“Daddy! Tell me your secrets! How do you get so pwetty? Did the princesses come and give you a makeover? Or a fairy?”

Leon chuckled, leaning down with a pop from his back. A small grunt coming from his lips as he crouched down. Danielle pulling away with wide eyes, face full of wonder. Only if Leon could say he had wonder about life just like her. Bringing the child into his arms.

“Maybe I can tell you…” His daughter’s eyes filled with joy, before being shushed by a lip. Not so fast, patience, Dani. “If you beat me in a singing AND dancing competition!”

It was so fast that they sped off, making you stumble after them. At least you didn’t have to dance! But, could’ve at least walked you like a gentleman! What’ll Leon do if you even get married? Fly off into the water on a motorcycle? Arrive down from the ‘heavens’ in a pretty pink dress? Show up in his pajamas? A sigh came from your lips as you walked after the two.

Watching the two dance and sing to Let It Go like nobody’s business. Say that to the neighbors when they file a noise compliant. Cause the dog was barking, alongside the giggles from Danielle. Dog probably just wanted to sleep. Had to admit, you liked it. They both were having fun, even making you nod your head. Leon swinging around his own daughter while singing lyrics from heart. They shared more in common than you’d like to admit. Disney addicts.

Leon laughed, watching as Danielle whined as the song ended. Rushing towards the remote, giving him a second to you. Moving to stand beside you with his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you against him, a kiss to your temple and lips.

“C’mon, don’t be a sourpuss. Dance with us, at least with me.” He purred, a dopey smile on his face. Dimples showing as he tried to sway you into a dance. Gently pulling you into the middle of the living room. His hand trailing from your shoulder, down your back, and around your waist. The other taking your hand and squeezing it in his own. Much more human compared to his, and he loved it. Hips swaying as he successfully forced you to dance with him. Swinging you around slowly but surely in a dance.

Danielle turned around, looking up at her two parents slow dancing. Seeing that small smile on your face, and a blush, too. Disney movie… Belle and the Beast!

“Daddy…” Her voice had drawn the attention of the brunette, making him look down at her. Still gently swaying with you in his arms. “Yes, sugarplum?” He asked, glancing back at her.

“Why are you dancing so slow?” Really, Danielle? All the movies and shows you watched were slow! Lovey-dovey! Kids… Sometimes they just asked some of the stupidest questions. All in good faith, however.

“Well, when mommy and daddy love each oth—” Was how he started before a “BLEH!” Danielle waving her hands and covering her eyes. “Ewwww! Nonono!” She began to explain, sadly making the short-lived swaying stop.

Leon whispered in your ear, “I got this, you go take a nap. Daddy saved another princess again.” Followed with a kiss, and a wink. “Talk later, honeybun.” Taking the valiant effort of sitting down in front of his daughter. The girl falling into his lap, fingers tugging at his dress. Sumo jumpinf off of the couch to lick her face. Babbling on about Mickey Mouse and Minnie? He seemed more than happy to listen, tickling the girl. Happy squeals and “Stop!” repeatedly filling the air.

Good on you, Leon. You finished your job… Rescue mission done. Princess? Saved.

After an hour of entertaining his daughter, putting her to bed with a kiss to the forehead. Don’t let the bedbugs bite, Danielle. Joining his lover in bed, body sinking into the mattress. Arm curled up around you. Holding his head up with a hand, peppering kisses to your neck.

“So… Since she’s to bed. I was thinking we could talk about later.” Nuzzling his face into your neck. Gods, it made you wish he trimmed a bit more. Stubble rubbing against you and all. “First, the fact that our kid tore Elsa's head off. Second, Drive-in is open on the weekend, wondering if you’d want to do something simple.” He chuckled.

Leon waited with bated breath, leaning over your body. Listening to you breathe, before a huff came out your lips.

“I’m up for it, but what about Danielle?” You questioned, doubting he planned that far ahead. He never made plans that far ahead. Turning your head to be met with a kiss. “Claire, she said she’s fine with watching Danielle with Sherry. Don’t worry, babe, they got this. Even a pretty princess like you needs a break.”

He rolled over on top of you, hands beside your head, staring down at you. A smirk playing at his lips as he leaned down, kissing at your neck. Hands gently tipping your head back as he kissed at it. Body pressed against yours.

"Perhaps you'll let me make this break more enjoyable? A beast like me constantly needs something to eat, and it certainly ain't blood I'm looking for."

He can’t help but feast on such a beauty. Even a beast like him deserves a grand meal once in their lives. Drunk on your love like him a year ago to whiskey and liquor alike. Happy to have you, happy to stay for awhile.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy #fluff

[kywaslost]

Grief - Kurapika, Gon, Killua, and Leorio

A/N: I just found this in the depths of my writing folder, and realized that I don’t think I ever posted this. This was written well over a year ago, maybe 2, but I still think it’s decent enough to post. 

Warnings: depression, losing a loved one, blood, cuts(not sh)

Leorio, Kurapiki, Gon, and Killua were all sitting down around the dinner table, waiting for you to come home. It was custom for all 5 of you to sit down and have dinner together every night, and it was something no one could miss. So often it was hard to find free time for the five of you to spend time together, so that is what dinner was for. Your time was often spent talking about your day and what plans the 5 of you had. Dinner was often filled with laughs and good moments.

Except for tonight, it was anything but. Dinner usually started around 6:00 pm, but it was now 6:30 and you were nowhere to be found. The food was growing cold, and the four boys ate, despite wanting you to join them.

“Does anyone know where Y/N is?” Killua asked. “She said she’d be back in time for dinner. Do you think she’s in trouble?”

Kurapika stood, spooning some of the leftover dinner into a dish to save for you. “She told me that she was going to visit her friend.” He left the dining room to stick your plate into the fridge for you. He yelled from the kitchen, “I’m sure she just lost track of time.” The other three boys took their dishes and brought them to the kitchen to wash.

“Which friend?” Gon asked with worried eyes. “Is it the sick one? Maybe something happened?”

“I’m sure that’s who she’s with,” Leorio responded. “Y/N’s been talking about how little she’s able to see her friend.”

There was a bang coming from the front of the house. When the four boys turned around, they saw you bolting up the stairs and heard your door slam shut. Melody stood in the doorway, looking upset.

“Melody? What are you doing here?” Kurapika asked, walking towards the front door. He could see the tears brimming his co-worker’s eyes. “What happened?”

The other three boys gathered around them.

Melody sniffled before answering. “Her heart is beating with grief,” she whispered, finally making eye contact with Kurapika and the others.

“Come, sit down,” Gon instructed, worried for his friend. You had taken off running without a word, and here Melody says you’re grieving. Once everyone was settled, Melody finally spoke.

“Y/N called me, asking me to come pick her up from the hospital,” she started. “I could barely understand what she was saying, even with my enhanced hearing. I could tell that she was greatly hurting, so I rushed to get her. When I arrived, I could immediately hear the pain and grief in her heartbeat.” She paused for a moment. “I’ve never heard grief like this.”

“Did she tell you why she was so upset?” Leorio asked although everyone had a hunch.

“Her friend has passed,” Melody answered. “I guess her friend died before Y/N even got to the hospital.”

“Oh no,” Gon whispered. “This must be so hard for her. We should go see if she’s ok.”

“No.” The command was sharp, quick. Kurapika stood, looking around at the others in the room. “Having all of us run up there right now will do nothing but overbear Y/N.” He turned to Melody. “Melody, we cannot thank you enough.” The girl nodded.

“Please let me know if Y/N needs anything,” she instructed before leaving.

“We can’t just leave Y/N by herself,” Gon whined. “She needs us right now.”

“I agree,” Killua cut in. “But I also agree with Kurapika. Having all of us crowd her right now isn’t what she needs.”

“So who’s going up there?” Leorio asked.

“I will,” Kurapika volunteered. The boy was always fond of you, treating you more like a sister than a friend.

“You are closest with her,” Gon muttered, “but I want to make sure she’s ok too!”

“We can go see her later,” Killua suggested. “In the meantime, we can reheat her dinner for her!” The two boys went running off to the kitchen.

“Let me know how she is, ok,” Leorio said. “Let me know if you need me to do anything. We’ll need to keep an eye on her for the next few days. Mental health is very important after losing someone close to you.” Kurapika nodded.

“Thanks, Leorio.”

Kurapika ascended the stairs that led to everyone’s rooms and the bathroom. Your room was at the end of the hall, next to Kurapika’s room and across from Killua and Gon. Upon approaching the door, the blonde could hear gut-wrenching sobs from behind the door and his heart broke. He hated this for you. He knew how much your friend meant to you, and he knew how much you wanted to go see them. You had just been so busy lately, with classes, work, and sports and you never had a free day to be with your friend.

“Y/N?” Kurapika called softly, knocking on the door. “May I come in?” There was no answer, and the blonde didn’t know if he should wait on this side of the door and speak to you through the door or if he should go in and comfort you. While debating with himself, he suddenly heard a crash coming from your side of the door, along with a scream. Kurapika grew alarmed. “Y/N! I’m coming in, ok?!”

“Is everything ok!?” Leorio yelled from the base of the stairs. Killua and Gon were already running down the hall and towards your door.

Kurapika was in your room, scanning the area for you. Your bed was blocking a large portion of his view, yet he could see that your desk was completely cleared of everything that was once on it. He walked over to the other side of your bed to see you on the ground, struggling to breathe.

“Y/N!” Gon gasped, jumping over your bed to kneel next to you. Kurapika was at your other side in an instant, panicking himself. Killua, though he was worried, didn’t want to make you feel crowded so he went to get a broom and sweep up the broken remains of what used to be on your desk. Leorio was now in the doorway, watching as the scene unfolded before him.

“Y/N, are you hurt anywhere?” Gon asked, yet you were in no state to answer. Even though you couldn’t give him a yes or no answer, he could see blood seeping from your clenched fists.

“Y/N, honey, you need to breathe,” Kurapika stated in a desperate attempt to keep you calm.

“Sit her upright, Kurapika,” Leorio instructed, now sitting beside him. “It’ll help her breathe, but be prepared. She may not want to be touched, and it could potentially make things worse, only for a moment.”

“I don’t want to make her worse!” Kurapika shouted.

“Guys, stop yelling!” Gon said strictly. “Kurapika, do as Leorio asked. I’ll help.” The two boys wrapped their arms under you, pulling you into a sitting position.

“Y/N, please breathe,” he called. Gon’s arm still lingered behind you, unsure whether or not you were okay with physical comfort yet.

On the other hand, Kurapika pulled you into a tight hug against his chest. “Breathe with me, ok?” You showed no sign of even recognizing that someone was talking to you. Gon tilted his head in confusion.

“Y/N? Can you hear us?”

“Probably not,” Leorio answered. “Her mind's going a million miles an hour. If she doesn’t calm down she’s going to pass out.”

Kurapika was accentuating his breathing, trying to get you to breathe with him, but it was no use. You slumped against him with a long sigh. “Y/N?”

“She’s passed out,” Leorio commented. “Gon, can you get a cool cloth, some water, and a first aid kit?” The green-haired boy nodded, running out of the room. Killua joined the others on the floor near you. 

“Is she going to be ok?” he asked. Leorio looked at you with worried eyes.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted quietly, pulling your hands into his to see the various cuts and shards of broken materials from where you threw everything off of your desk. “It’s going to be hard next few weeks. Maybe even months. We just have to be there for her.”

Gon returned quickly with the supplies Leorio asked for, handing them to the tall man. Kurapika lifted you to place you on your bed, laying you down gently. The next several minutes were silent as Kurapika and Leorio cleansed and bandaged your hands. Killua made his way to the head of your bed, moving your head to his lap. He ran his hands through your hair gently, massaging your scalp. Gon was wiping the dried tears from your face, careful not to be too harsh in the motion.

Three days have passed since the passing of your friend. You hadn’t said a word, hardly even leaving your room. To be honest, your friends were really worried about you. Gon and Killua had to fight you to get out of bed to at least move around.

“Exercise is important Y/N,” Killua would say softly.

“It’ll make you feel better,” Gon would add. The two boys would finally leave you when you walk with them outside to get the mail, then quickly return to your room.

Kurapika had to force you to eat, waking you up for every meal. He wouldn’t go as far as making you join them all downstairs for meals, but he’d sit with you to make sure you actually ate.

Leorio was concerned about your overall health. He took note of how long you’d been sleeping, how pale you looked with red puffy eyes and a runny nose. He’d frown every time he peeked through your cracked door to see you staring blankly up at the ceiling, not moving. There were even some moments he’d come in and touch you just to make sure you were still breathing.

All four boys accompanied you to the funeral, never leaving your side for even a moment. Kurapika sat beside you during the service, holding your hand tightly. Gon was on your other side, hugging you to make sure you knew he was there for you. All Leorio and Killua could do was give you sympathetic looks. When the time came for the burial, Kurapika still had your hand in a tight hold. Killua was at your other side now, wrapping an arm around your waist. Leorio and Gon kept a hand on each shoulder, holding you steady.

“Kurapika,” you said quietly at the end of the funeral. “I want to go home. I’m tired.”

The blonde nodded with a sad smile. This was the first time you’ve spoken since your friend died. “Alright, let’s go.” He pulled you gently beside him as you all walked to your car. He helped you into the car before sliding into the driver’s seat. Leorio joined him in the front while Killua and Gon sat with you in the back. The car started and left the funeral.

You were almost asleep when you got home. Killua shook you gently, letting you know that it was time to go inside.

“Leave her be,” Kurapika said quietly. “It’s been a hard day for her. I’ll carry her in.”

You feel the boys beside you leave, then two arms wrap around you. You were lifted out of the car and carried into the house. You felt each bump as Kurapika climbed the stairs to get to your room. He placed you on your bed, tucking you in gently.

“I’m sorry,” you heard him whisper. The bed dipped down beside you. “You shouldn’t have to go through this.” A calloused hand ran through your hair. “I wish we could do more for you.”

You felt Kurapika stand to leave and quickly reached out for his hand. “Stay. Please.” The boy gasped, spooked by your words. You couldn’t see him well in the dim light, but you could just tell he was relieved.

“Of course.” You scooted over to make room for him, curling into his side once he got comfortable. “Is this ok?”

You nodded, sighing. “Yes, thank you.” You layed in silence with him

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[sookiesookie]

swim good₊˚.༄ shuri udaku pt.1

titled inspired by “swim good” by frank ocean

paring: shuri udaku x blk fem! reader

summary: (a cliche) in sitcom-like fashion, an unathletic shuri udaku attempts to join the swim team to impress a girl she likes.

part summary: shuri is smitten and her lovesick ass gets into trouble.

word count: 2.5k

content will include: third person story-telling + reader goes by all pronouns, nerd!shuri, pining!shuri, athlete stem!reader, reader is aware of shuri’s efforts and finds it adorable, the reader is a huge tease, reader’s a flirt but they’re rlly sweet too, reader is shorter than shuri but stronger, college au, swim sports au, peter parker and friends cameo as her lil nerd group (???), shuriri are besties and dormates, swim teacher!namor, t’challa is alive and he’s the wrestling team coach :’), wrestling team co-coach!m’baku, fencing teacher!okoye mentioned, literature teacher!nakia mentioned, shuri’s hair is the short coily undercut in this story, I refer shuri by like six diff nicknames for fun bc it’s funny and we having fun, by “purple-clad” shuri I mean purple flannel and not the tracksuit, y’know, bc she’s a nerd /hj, I call them teens bc they’re still eightTEEN and nighTEEN, a good chunk of the story is just the other characters dogging on shuri for her sitcom ahh decisions and lines lmao, lots of banter, sitcom-like corniness and humor, sexual jokes but not rlly any content, some tension tho, pretty much fluff, just a lil fun🤷🏾‍♂️

a/n: i didn’t know whether to make this a college au or high school au bc technically I’m bout to leave high school but I’m also not in college yet so idk what id get right or wrong sooooo I’mma play it safe and go freshmen in college???

tags: @bellaallebbella1 for the dt @pinkwright @inmyheadimobsessed @zayswriting @generallysapphic bc they’re the pioneers and my favs fr, and @vampzxi cuz it’s lowkey inspired the shuri high school headcannons even tho it’s not rlly even close but shoutout fr

alsooooo since just getting back into writing like this outside of school direction and im not used to writing a straight shot one shot, this gon be multiple parts IM SAWRIIIIIIIIII, it’s only 2 parts tho

AGAIN THIS IS MY FIRST FF IN A WHILE AND I DIDNT HAVE ANYONE PROOFREAD IM SAWRI IF THE PACING OR THE PLOT COMES OFF INCOHERENT😭😭

#1

[MONDAY AFTERNOON]

Her smooth silk brown skin glistens

under the sunlit illuminated windows

as the water trickles

down her broad shoulders

to her god-crafted muscles,

flexing with every step they take

ever

so

slightly

out the pool.

Their chest heaving,

a slightly tired

yet heavy gaze

as they skim around the room at their peers,

eyes landing on one particular figure

with a similar look in their eye.

Her stoic demeanor is slowly replaced

with a playful smirk as she eyes...

wait…

SHE’S LOOKING AT ME-

SHIT!

Shuri snaps out of her internal monologue, jumping from the huge glass that peered into the school’s aquatic center, and quickly bolts through the double doors that lead to the hallway. When she’s out of sight, she slumps over, catching her breath. “Wow, Ms. Nakia would have either granted me an A+ or sent me to the principal’s office with the type of words I was thinking,” Shuri chuckles to herself.

After a brief pause at her words, her face heats up as she quickly facepalms in shame.

“What the hell am I saying?”

Reluctant, she trudges down the hall in embarrassment, making her way to the place she considered her third home: the science building computer lab (her second home was chemistry lab 2b).

In there resides Peter Parker and Ned Leeds, sitting around a desktop clicking away at some first-person shooter game, with an unwavering MJ Watson sitting a couple of seats away from the boisterous boys, head in a book per the usual. All three teens lined up in typical geeky fashion. Shuri slumps her book bag over a computer table, the sudden noise breaking the immersion of the boys who then looked up from their game, spotting the presence of their purple-clad friend.

“Dude, what have you been doing all this time?” Ned scowls. “We didn’t have any clubs today and we’ve been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes to walk to that new milk tea cafe MJ’s been telling us about.”

Not lifting her head from her book, MJ snarkily remarks, “She’s probably been too busy ogling the crap out of that poor girl over at the aqua center.”

Shuri’s face heats up as she’s quick to defend herself. “Cut it out! Of course I wasn’t!”

MJ smirks, still not looking up from her book. “Sorry, lemme rephrase that better: she’s probably been too busy eye fucking the crap out of that poor girl over at the aqua center.” Blood rushes through Shuri’s cheeks as she sputters incompressible excuses from her mouth, MJ giggling at her discomposure from her book.

“You’re such a mess, Shuri! When are you gonna finally buckle down and rizz her up– or at least go up and talk to the girl instead of borderline stalking her almost every afternoon?” Peter playfully pokes the purple-clad.

Shuri sucks her teeth, swatting him away. “One: the word ‘rizz’ sounds extremely uncanny coming out of your mouth. Please refrain from using that word around me again.”

Collective snorts bounce off the embarrassed white teen whose shit-eating grin twists into a poker face.

“Two: I don’t eye Y/N almost every afternoon.” Shuri pshaws and waves everyone off.

“Oh, my bad!'' Peter dramatically gasps, slapping a hand over his chest. “It’s every morning, lunch break, assembly, dinner break, class transition, and EVERY afternoon.” Collective snickers break out as Shuri backhands Peter, not harshly, but hard enough to derive a strained “ack!” out of him.

“But seriously, Shuri, it’s about time you try and get this girl’s number.” MJ goes on, finally looking up from her book and putting it on the table spine up. “It’s no use for you to keep on hopelessly pining after this girl from afar and not putting in the effort to actually pursue her.” Shuri slumps into a chair and releases an exasperated sigh.

“I do, but what would a versatile and talented girl want with a one-trick pony nerd like me?” MJ visibly cringes at the purple-clad’s words. “Ewww man, this isn’t the 80s! We are NOT living in a Disney Channel sitcom. There’s a lot of people would go for somebody as smart and intelligent as you, you know that.”

“Yeah, maybe to do their homework for them,” Shuri retorts. MJ pauses. “Hmmm, now that claim, I won’t completely disagree with...” “MJ!” Ned dramatically gasps as he lightly slaps MJ on the shoulder.

“Don’t listen to her, Shuri. You are perfectly capable of winning Y/N over just the way you are.”

The purple-clad snickers. “Now THAT was something you could’ve sworn was straight out of a Disney Channel sitcom.”

About 15 minutes later, the eccentric group of teens close up the computer lab and continue down the hallways with milk tea on their minds… except for Shuri. She trails behind the bunch, head hung low, peeping at Y/N’s Instagram.

As her walking gets slower as she’s gaping at her phone, the coil-haired nerd brushes her shoulder against what she thinks is just a wall. She lifts her head to notice the shorter, dark, and gorgeous swimmer— the same one on her phone that she still had in open view.

“Oh! Whassup, Miss Shuri!” Y/N’s eyes light up as he greets the taller.

Shuri’s breath hitches at the lovely emphasis put on her name, blood running cold as she quickly checks her peripheral to make sure the gang wasn’t around to humiliate her more than she already was.

Meanwhile, the teens heard what was going on behind them, but chose to continue on their merry way, intentionally leaving the two alone in the middle of the hallway.

She looks back at the short athlete and returns the greeting with a bashful smile. “What brings you here, Y/N?” The nerd quickly asks in a desperate attempt to carry the conversation, forgetting that people don’t need a reason to just roam the halls, something she mentally facepalms herself for right after.

“Nothin’ much,” Y/N chuckles at Shuri’s nervous efforts. “I’m just coming out of my swim practice. Mr. Namor was runnin’ me dry today.”

The athlete pauses as if she’s recalling something, the corners of her mouth slowly curling into a knowing smirk.

“I saw you peeping me over at the center earlier,” she drawls, “figured you wanted to speak to me about somethin’?” The athlete’s tongue subtly swipes across her bottom lip, as she gazes up at Shuri with a particular look in her eye, irises occasionally shifting down to the open Instagram page still on her phone, waiting for an excuse.

It was enough for the poor nerd to melt into a puddle, knees buckle and collapse, and lay sprawled across the hallway floor right then and there, but luckily for her, she still possessed a pinch of dignity left within her. With fleeting composure, gripping her backpack strap with strain, Shuri gives a weak pshaw.

“Me? I was just passing by! I just really like watching the team…”

You…

“...practice.”

As Shuri desperately attempts to form more words that can potentially save her, her eyes flicker to a *very convenient* bulletin board behind the shorter athlete. There, plastered on the brown surface was a poster: “CALLING FOR NEW MEMBERS! Swim Team Tryouts This Thursday at 5 pm! Swim Your Way To Success!”

Oh, Bast…

“In fact, I’m thinking of trying out for the swim team myself,” the nerd straightens up and states proudly, hoping she masked the way she winced at her words.

Y/N, who was expecting a different answer, gapes at the helpless girl in slight shock. “Oh, for real? That’s crazy! I never pegged you as a swimmer, Shuri.”

The nerd’s mouth forms a goofy grin. “And why is that?” She dramatically slaps a hand on her chest. “Is it because I’m of the darker persuasion?”

This derives a hearty cackle out of the shorter athlete, Shuri’s stomach fluttering from the fact that she made the girl laugh.

“Negro, please,” Y/N catches his breath and straightens up. “It’s because… I mean…” The shorter athlete trails off, eyeing Shuri up and down, the nerd’s cheeks heating up in the act.

“You know what? Nevermind. I can’t blame you for wanting to try. Hell, I’ve been swimming since 4 years old, the feeling’s exhilarating.” Y/N sighs off into the distance, as Shuri internally gushes at the shorter athlete’s passion.

Suddenly she snaps out of her trance and backtracks on the words of the other girl.

“Can’t blame me for wanting to ‘try’? Are you still assuming I can’t swim?”

Y/N waves his hands in defense. “No! I’m just saying–”

“Well I’m GOING to try out, I’m GOING to swim like a pro, and I’m GOING to get on the team!”

After a brief pause at her sudden outburst of competitiveness, Shuri reels it back in with a small “...respectfully,” and a cheeky smile.

Amused at the nerd’s sudden wave of confidence, Y/N clasps their hands together in accord. “Sounds like a plan then! I guess I’ll be seeing you Thursday then.” The shorter athlete readjusts the duffle bag strap on her shoulder and starts to walk closer to Shuri, laying an encouraging, yet, knowing hand on the taller’s shoulder, and leans into her ear.

Shuri could have sworn she was imagining what was rasped next.

“Word of advice: work on that backstroke… I know I will.”

Y/N then pulls away with an innocent grin and brushes past the appalled nerd, continuing on their merry way, but to suddenly turn around to yell one last thing:

“And your phone’s still on!”

Frozen in place, the girl slowly peers down to her cellular (one she made the mistake of changing the display settings to go into sleep mode after 5 minutes) still on Y/N’s Instagram page.

Once the athlete was out of sight, Shuri’s knees buckled as she grips the nearest wall, releasing a sigh of relief, quickly washed over with a wave of anxiousness.

What have I got myself into?

#2

“Y’know a backstroke is a type of swim move, right?”

Riri chuckles at Shuri as she clicks away on her calculator, doing her homework on her bed. The young prodigy lifts her face from it being buried in her pillow and whines.

“But she said it so… sultry like… and her voice was so… raspy… it felt INTENTIONAL!”

“Or maybe your horny ass misconstrued her words and heard ‘backshots’ instead of ‘backstrokes’!” Riri giggled as Shuri proceeded to throw a pillow at the girl.

“Regardless, either word could be used as an innuendo, she did it on purpose,” Shuri retorts.

“Okay, okay, whatever. Sooo, what are you gonna do?”

Shuri flops back on her bed with a sigh. “I will try out for the swim team, like I said I would. I mean, she sounded so intrigued when I mentioned I was interested, and the passion in the way she speaks about it— I should at LEAST try.”

“Aww, I guess that’s fair,” Riri begins to coo. “If you knew how to swim.”

“Huh?”

“Shuri, I have never seen you TOUCH water unless it was for drinking or an experiment, let alone be EMERGED in water outside of taking showers and baths in it. We’ve had campus water activities and pool days before and each time you’ve said ‘I’m busy, I’m busy.’”

“Well I was, you know I have school work as my top priority.”

“We have them during school breaks, Shuri, you don’t work on a school break!”

Riri releases an exasperated sigh. “Shuri, can you swim or not?” The prodigy gives her friend a hesitant look. “I mean, I’m not the worst at it…”

“Shuri, just say you’re shit at swimming.”

“Fucking hate it.” Shuri blurts out. “Haven’t stepped foot into a pool since I was 6.”

“Damn it, Shuri!”

“You wanted me to be honest!”

Riri chuckles in disbelief, shaking her head. “That’s not even it, Shuri! Swim team try-outs are on Thursday, that’s in THREE DAYS! You barely know how to swim, what makes you think you’ll be ready within the next three days?”

“I’ll figure it out, okay?” Shuri stresses, trying to calm herself down. “I mean, you seem to know how to swim. Why don’t you teach me?”

“One: you dug this silly lil’ hole yourself,” Riri wags her finger at the prodigy, “I’m not helping you with shit. The most I’ll do is braid your hair back the night before so it can fit better in the swim cap you’ll have to put on. Two: I couldn’t teach you even if I wanted to because I wouldn’t have time, I’m stacked up on homework for the next few days.”

Shuri groans in her pillow, flopping back down on her bed once again. The young prodigy felt hopeless with no more ideas left… except for one last hope.

“No.”

“C’mon, brother! This is my love life on the line!”

T’Challa chuckles, crossing his arms. “You got yourself into this mess when you knew you couldn’t swim.” He raises is hands in defense. “You have a death wish, I am not helping you.”

“But that’s what Riri said!” Shuri whines.

“Well Riri is a good friend, keep her around. As for me, I have a gym to organize so I am going to continue what I was doing.” T’Challa does just that as he starts to pick up idle weights off the floor.

“I’ll pay you!”

“I have a job, and you’re a broke college student.”

“But with an internship!”

“An unpaid internship.”

“I’ll be your very best friend!”

“I’m your brother, and I already have plenty of friends.”

“Oh, like that old brute that works alongside you?”

“I heard that, you oversized midget!” A snarky coach M’baku scowls from the connected office.

“I’m 5’5!”

“And I’m 6’5, midget!”

Shuri rolls her eyes waves him off. “You work with that oversized man baby,” she sneers to T’Challa.

The older chuckles as he continues to tune out his sister’s persuasions while he tidies around the ring.

“Brother, please!” Shuri drops to her knees dramatically, rubbing her hands together in impatience. “I’m becoming desperate, I REALLY need your help!”

The younger continues to plead as the older man begins to cringe at the pathetic display, checking his peripheral to make sure she wasn’t causing a scene for unwarranted pedestrians that may walk past the gym.

“Okay okay, I will help you! Just stand up, PLEASE! You’re embarrassing me!” T’Challa quickly reassures the girl on the ground.

Shuri’s pleas quickly halt as she jumps to her feet, showering her brother with “thank you”s.

“Ahh, don’t thank me yet,” the older waves the girl off. “And I’m only going to be RE teaching you the basics. Any extra stunts you want to pull for your little girlfriend besides that will be on your accord.”

“Deal,” Shuri clasps her hands together.

“Now will you please leave me be? I have a gym to attend to.”

“Whatever,” Shuri remarks as she starts to head for the exit, “But just know I will be at the gym pool, bright eyed and bushy tailed tomorrow morning!”

The girl slaps the doorway wall and points at her brother, who both chuckles and cringes at her enthusiasm.

Once the bubbly teen was out of sight, M’baku wheels himself to the office doorway in his rolling chair.

“You know she’s going to drown herself.”

A reluctant T’Challa sighs. “Yep.”

To be continued headass…

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[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Ok here’s a little something for those who asked for Marauders Era stuff …. It’s mainly focused on platonic Remus/Lily (but a little bit of Jily at the end) set around 5/6th year. Also this is not edited so yeah… sorry

Little/Remus, Little/Sirius, Caregiver/James, (Not yet established but it will be in part 2 caregiver/Lily)

As far as Lily Potter was aware, The students at Hogwarts held a complete disregard for when their prefects got to bed. Honestly, she’d been on patrol all night and busted about half of the school meandering around the halls (and quite a few hidden away in supply closets. Yes Mary, this is about you). It was eleven-thirty pm by the time she’d finished her rounds, cursing Sirius for insisting James needed his beauty sleep and making her patrol by herself. The boys always acted weird around the full moon. Remus, she understood. But the other three were always inexplicably exhausted the next day.

The Gryfindor common room was quiet and still, par a small lump of blanket huddled at the edge of the couch closest to the fireplace. Lily caught sight of the Mousey-Brown hair and smiled softly. Remus. She figured he’d fallen asleep studying again. However, as she drew closer her face knitted in confusion. Remus was quite awake. However his thumb was firmly planted between his lips and the head of a small black stuffed dog was settled beneath his chin.

“Remus?” Lily called out softly, as not to alarm the boy. It was a futile effort though as upon hearing his name Remus whipped his head in her direction, eyes alarmingly wide and lacking any semblance of the calm they’d just held. His body was rigid and stiff as he pulled his thumb from his mouth and shoved his hand behind his curled leg. Lily approached slowly,

“Love, you’re alright, sorry if I gave you a fright,”

Remus’ eyes grew teary and his grip on the small toy grew tighter.

“M’ sorry.” He whimpered. He began blabbering barely comprehensible apologies and promises to never do it again. Lily stood dumbstruck until it suddenly dawned on her. Age Regression. She’d read about it passingly in a few books. Something about trauma and an altered mental age.

She knelt by the couch, eye level with Remus’ now teary cheeks.

“Are you feeling little, love?” She cooed, “It’s ok if you do, you’re not in trouble,”

Remus took a long shaky breath, “Gon’ be in so much trouble, not sposed’ to go out” He whined,

“Who’s gonna get you in trouble? Hm?”

Remus frowned wiping his flushed cheeks,

“Da,” Lily tilted her head in confusion,

“Well I’ll make sure he doesn’t get you in trouble, I promise” Remus buried his face in the soft black fur of his stuffie.

“Who’s this?” Lily asked gently, stroking the small dogs ear,

“Pa’ft” He answered, his still damp cheeks creasing with a smile.

“What a lovely name,” Lily hummed gently, tugging the sleeves of her jumper over her hands and using them to dry the boys face. He giggled wildly as she did this,

“Ickles!”

“Oh it tickles does it?” Lily smirked, before reaching forward and tickling Remus’ stomach. The little squeaked with laughter and squirmed away from her reach.

Lily smiled climbing onto the couch next to him, gently brushing a few brunette curls from his face,

“Do you wanna tell me what you’re doing down here?”

“No sleepy an’ no wake Da’” he explained quietly, breathing returning to normal as he calmed down,

“And who’s Da?” Remus frowned at her, pointing to the stairs to the boys dorm, “Da.”

Lily nodded in understanding, it had to be one of the other Marauders. Sirius, probably.

Remus yawned, sliding his thumb back into his mouth now he was comfortable around Lily.

“You sound tired darling, let’s get you back to bed,” Remus pouted around his thumb but otherwise made no complaints as he uncurled himself from the couch. Remus kept his thumb firmly planted between his lips but tucked his stuffie under his arm so he could hold Lily’s hand.

Thats how the pair made their way to the boys dorm. Which upon opening revealed borderline chaos. James was standing over Sirius’ bed and shaking him awake in only his boxers, Sirius was pathetically hitting the other boys arm away. Peter came out of the bathroom,

“He’s not in there.”

“Looking for this one?” Lily interrupted the panic. The three Marauders turned to her in shock.

“Moony!” James sighed in relief, finally startling Sirius awake.

“Da!” Remus squealed, crossing the floor and throwing himself against the other boy. Oh, Lily thought. That’s not what she’d expected. James looked at her anxiously, a protective arm wrapped around Remus’ back.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” James nodded, squeezing Remus’ shoulder. The boys seemed to calm down after that, clearly trusting Lily as she already knew about the other stuff.

“Thanks for bringing him back,” Peter sighed, collapsing onto his bed.

“Moony you know the rules, what were you doing out of the room?” James reprimanded sternly.

Remus frowned, looking at Lily.

“He was just in the common room, no one else saw him it’s ok.”

James sighed, “You gave Dada a big fright.” If he was hesitant to show Lily this side of his relationship with Remus James certainly didn’t show it.

“S’rry,” Remus sighed around his thumb, still leaning heavily against James.

“It’s ok buddy, why don’t you get to bed now, Dada’s gonna talk to Lily.” Remus nodded and climbed into Sirius’ bed. Now Lily actually looked at Sirius properly she realized that the older boy had his own stuffed stag clutched in his arms, antler in his mouth. How many other secrets were the boys keeping from her?

Remus climbed into Sirius’ bed next to him and James led Lily out of the room.

The pair sat at the top of the stairs. Silence enveloped them for a few moments.

James sighed, “Look. I know it seems weird-”

Lily reached for James’ hand, “I don’t think it’s weird,”

James smiled at her softly, “They’ve just, well, neither of them had brilliant childhoods and I just want to help them however I can.” Lily nodded in understanding,

“How old are they?”

“Remus is around eighteen months and I’d say Sirius is around three,”

“So they regress often?”

“Yeah, I mean, it tends to happen more around the full moon, for Remus at least.” Lily leaned against James’ shoulder, enamored by the soft tone in his voice as he spoke about his friends,

“I think you’re adorable with them,” James’ face lit up, like it would when Lily asked him about his quidditch games or practices, pride beaming off every inch of his skin.

#age regression #safe agere #sfw agere #age regressor #agere blog #agere community #little space #little space community #agere #marauders era #marauders #the marauders #jily fic #remus lupin #wolfstar

[phoenixyfriend]

HECK my brain has provided a Silly AU

Okay, explanation: Saw a promo photo for AotC. Brain connected some dots. Rotated. Connected other dots. Now I have a weird net.

Background before moving forward: For most modern AUs, the pattern I follow for the disaster lineage main line is:

Feemor and Xanatos were Qui-Gon's mentees (college stuff), not his kids. One ended well. The other did not.

Obi-Wan was the result of a Bad Decision (likely alcohol, but could be a longer relationship). The bio mom is not in the picture, but Qui-Gon's doing his best with this kid.

First marriage was when Obi-Wan was still a toddler, to Tahl. Tahl dies when Obi-Wan is about 15/16. Qui-Gon deals poorly. This involves some ill-advised one-night stands.

About ten years later, one of said one-night stands calls him up with "I meant to be a single mother and not involve you, because all I had was the business card you left, but I've been having some health troubles and I need to know that Anakin has somewhere to go if something happens to me." Qui-Gon ends up with another kid. Obi-Wan and Anakin are half-brothers.

Okay now for the actual AU.

We give Anakin a reason to be transferred mostly to Qui-Gon. Maybe Shmi's health took a turn for the worse, maybe she died, maybe they decided Anakin would have better schooling if he was living with Qui-Gon, whatever. Point is mostly that Anakin is living with Qui-Gon (the dad he likes but only sort-of knows) and Obi-Wan (the half-brother he adores but doesn't see much of because Obi-Wan is in grad school).

And then Qui-Gon remarries.

To Mace.

And the entire point of all this is that I want Anakin's stepdad on this side to be Mace Windu and imagine the Various Nonsenses that may come about.

They have a very big house because Qui-Gon is Dooku's firstborn and is inheriting the Countship.

(Rael can't inherit because he's the only heir to a different title and he can't hold both at the same time.)

Anakin reading books about Evil Stepmothers and trying to figure out if he should be watching Mace for Important Signs.

Does it count if it's a stepdad? Are the books an accurate representation of the proper signs to watch out for?

My favorite QuiMace dynamic is Qui-Gon deliberately, constantly toeing the line of irritation to Mace. And Mace is just incredibly flat-faced about it at all times. People think they're just. Coworkers at best. And then Qui-Gon manages something extra ridiculous and earns himself a smile and a peck on the cheek and everyone's just like WAIT. WHAT. It's like. Qui-Gon embodies this constant, slightly smug, needling grin where he knows exactly how far he can push, and Mace is charmed by this against his better judgement.

Mace has to drive Anakin to school sometimes and there's just this. Kid. In the passenger seat. Staring at him. The only request he ever gets from the kid is to go Fast. It happens once. He says no. Anakin doesn't ask again, just. Stares at him.

Mace knows the kid isn't possessed but he sure as hell feels like it sometimes; he wants to endear himself to his stepkid, but said stepkids spends half his time staring suspiciously at him from around corners for no reason.

I am envisioning this all taking place in like. This egregiously old and fancy mansion in the Scottish Highlands or something. All those painfully upper crust carved dark wood stair rails and whatnot. The tropey kind.

Qui-Gon decides Mace and Ani should try to Bonding Exercise. Sets them up in an escape room. Mace turns to read the instructions and turns around to find Anakin trying to unscrew the door from the wall because That's One Way To Win, Right? It's Not Against The Rules. He's not trying to escape for anxiety reasons or anything, this is just the fastest way to Win, and boy does Anakin love winning.

Qui-Gon goes off to a botany conference so the house is just Mace and Anakin (and staff, but half the building is a living museum because Qui-Gon doesn't like Rich Life, so that's not actually anything that involves them), and it's. The most awkward thing.

Obi-Wan and Mace get along well. Obi-Wan and Depa (Mace's adopted daughter) get along great. It's just Anakin being so gosh darn weird.

The acceptance phase with this child involves climbing. Anakin is climbing his stepdad to reach Things Up High before he actually talks to him like a Fellow Human Being.

Anakin climbs Qui-Gon to reach high things all the time so Mace figures it's a good sign. It's just also annoying because now he has to change his shirt since there's a child-sized footprint on it.

(Ironically, Anakin adores Depa. She can cook better than anyone else in this family, except Mom and that Dooku guy that's apparently Grandpa)

(Granted I can also very easily imagine this as not-manor life, but like. random suburb.)

@epicmusic42 (Wren) pointed out:

The manor is important bc it gives ambiance to Anakin's suspicion. Could also have a b-plot where depa and obi are investigating what they think might be a murder? They're not sure and they're not letting anakin join bc they're terrified they'll be right and find a dead body komari stashed in the walls 20 years ago

Mace, rubbing his temples: She's alive and living on Cypress. We can video call her.

Obi-Wan and Mace get along well. Obi-Wan and Depa get along great. It's just Anakin being so gosh darn weird.

The acceptance phase with this child involves climbing. Anakin is climbing his stepdad to reach Things Up High before he actually talks to him like a Fellow Human Being.

Anakin climbs Qui-Gon to reach high things all the time so Mace figures it's a good sign. It's just also annoying because now he has to change his shirt since there's a child-sized footprint on it.

(Ironically, Anakin adores Depa. She can cook better than anyone else in this family, except Mom and that Dooku guy that's apparently Grandpa)

The idea of Depa and Obi-Wan furiously whispering about Weird Ghost Things in a corner while Anakin is pretending to be otherwise occupied is killing me.

He's got on noise cancelling headphones. They are not on. He is listening very intently to his Grown Up Siblings.

He's going to crawl into the vents and find the ghost Mace finds him half-way inside a vent he removed himself and just. Pulls him out. What the fuck fudge, kid?

Wren:

Mace: [considers his daughter. Considers everything he knows Obi-wan. Considers that this is Qui-Gon’s kid] Mace, resigned: ...does this have anything to do with depa and Obi-wan’s idea that there's a ghost? Anakin: ...maybe

I need Anakin to have a nightmare and he tries to find Qui-Gon but Mace is already awake and decides to Make Some Hot Chocolate.

Groundskeeper Plo and his granddaughter Ahsoka.

Shaak is Plo's daughter-in-law and Ahsoka's mom. She spends most of her time working in the neonatal ward of the nearest hospital, so she leaves Ahsoka with Plo a lot.

This toddler has decided Anakin is her favorite person EVER.

Wren:

plo might have planted some odd evidence to help Mace bond w anakin over a mystery. Whether that's still what depa and obi are investigating tho...

Plo has a pilot's license and Anakin spends so much time asking him about it

Anakin keeps trying to get into the antique swords Mace would tear his hair out if he had any

Wren:

Mace: help? Qui? Qui: Ani, the same rule applies to you as it did to the rest of our family. You have to beat father in a duel before you can touch his collection Whether or not it works depends entirely on whether it's Dooku's swords Anakin is trying to access Mace is concerned by this is until Qui-Gon points out that his father did go to the Olympics. Several times in fact.

Anakin's upset because he can't beat Dooku in a duel when Dooku's on some wine tour in Italy and won't be coming back until all the court cases are over.

There's a fic (by @willowcrowned) where Dooku is Ventress's fencing coach to get her to the Olympics and I like that option (She's going in the will and everyone knows it.)

Glorious! Could drive the chaos up even more by interrupting Mace's progress w anakin, w dooku coming home w ventress in tow, actually. The only explanation he'll give is that she's staying and to treat her like family. Everyone is Concerned

You know those comics where Dick Grayson is like. Swinging on the chandelier and scaring the shit out of Bruce and Alfred? That's Anakin.

Qui-Gon is relatively responsible and tells Anakin that he can sign up for a gymnastics class if he'd like, but he's not swinging from the chandelier without safety equipment. That's How Your Uncle Rael Broke His Leg, You Know. Unfortunately, he's still too chill about it for Mace's blood pressure.

Also, I decided that if I ever do anything with this, it's QuinObi.

I think Mace and Tholme would make for very saltmate in-laws (and hey, we could do the Plo thing!), but also Quinlan would probably enjoy winding up his future step-father-in-law just as much as Qui-Gon does.

#QuiMace #I guess? IDK the ship name #Mace Windu #Qui Gon Jinn #Anakin Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #Depa Billaba #Count Dooku #Plo Koon #Shaak Ti #Ahsoka Tano #Asajj Ventress #Rael Averross #Shmi Skywalker #Phoenix Talks #modern au #ghost hunter au #I guess? #Quinlan Vos #QuinObi #Tholme

[hypnos333]

£{Strawberry shortcake}£

Claudia x mix reader

Synopsis: Claudia been admiring you for days until you finally turns you in new orleans

You always like sweets maybe this Admirer knew that as they been setting strawberry shortcakes on your door for a couple weeks now. Of course you ate them seeing nothing wrong with the gesture but it can’t help but made you think of that gesture.

Until today the person finally wrote to you with the cake. It was a weird way to write the way they write.

Ya know I thought I was always gon be alone till I met you. You’re my Lestat but better, Darlin. Oh I can’t wait for you to be with me already so we can just cuddle and just enjoy each other for eternity. Just us against the world.

There was no name but You knew you falling slowly in love with the cake and them letters. You knew they didn’t see you as just a girl whose white dad fucked a black woman.

You didn’t get no criticism from them about your own skin. They saw you as an equal.

Sure she got attention from other boys in new orleans but they’re just boys. Little boys who can’t keep it in their pants.

Her parents don’t give her enough attention either making her off and about doing whatever she wants that won’t cause her trouble.

The thought of it made you sick. You wore your beige coat over the same color dress. Beige was always a color you adored.

You exited your room roaming the streets of new orleans, an old black baker approached her with a bag of free beignets offering a gentle smile. You thanked the baker smiling back before going on your day.

It was peaceful til A beautiful girl was walking beside her with a red cloak. You secretly admired the girl, her red eyes, brown curls and her light skin. She was beautiful.

You didn’t think you liked girls but she seemed like exception. So you stopped walking and so did she.

“Hello lil red” You greeted first holding your hand up first. She smiled with heart eyes before taking your hand holding a little tight.

“Hello i’m Claudia” She greeted still holding your hand making you blush.

“Wanna get ice cream, we can get sundae’s if you like?” You asked making her smile brightly. “Sure Doll” She chipered

As they entered the dinner, you ordered a strawberry shortcake sundae as Claudia ordered a Vanilla sundae. Claudia took small bites of her ice cream as you eat a full spoons of ice cream.

“You must love strawberries” Claudia stated looking at the girl glow in the moonlight.

You gasp in excitement at the mention of strawberries “oh my God I just love strawberry’s its one of my favorite fruits its actually my favorite food” You rambled as Claudia just stare at you with admiration.

by the end of the night, Claudia walked you home, and you gave her a little kiss on the cheek.

after that, you saw her more often more after the usual you didn’t know she existed till now, but now she just talk to you and every waking moment well every waking night usually you go out all night and shes usually there but at daylight she’s never there. 

she does worry about your well-being about staying up too late, but she realized that you have nightmares so you can’t go back to sleep.

Days went by and Claudia started to think about changing you into a vampire. She thought long and hard. The more y’all talk the more shes falling in love more and more with you. It was getting overwhelming she can’t last the day without you. 

so one night she decides to be selfish when you were asleep, she turned you in your bed right there you couldn’t stop screaming it burned your whole skin burnt you felt like you were changing. Sure you will love Claudia but you love being human.

falling in love with a female wasn’t ideal for you and it was an abomination to your family so you kept on denying the love you have for her until now.

Claudia picked you up and rushed you to Louis and Lestat for help. surprisingly, Claudia was successful of turning you maybe because it was in your blood or something no one knew why She could turn you but not Charlie. It was a mystery that they did not have time for but Lestat did.

when you woke, you had long nails, your eyes look red as flames. Skin was a little pale but you still looked Light Skin and your hair was just a mess there was blood on your neck until you saw this human smelling so delicious like candy or more like strawberries, Strawberry shortcake that’s what you craved, so you brush the guy and bit his neck drinking all his blood leaving him pale.

“Claudia” You whined for her feeling clingy and overwhelmed with unfamiliarity.

“Hello Angel” A strange white man said making you jump in surprise. “Oh don’t worry sweetheart I won’t hurt you” He said again

“My name is Lestat” he greeted making you look at him in curiosity and weirdly

“And i’m Louis” A black man said coming in the room. You stared at the room in such curiosity like a bunny haunting a new area.

“Where am I? And what am I?” You asked looking in a mirror of an unknown you reflection.

“Well you’re a Vampire and Claudia is your creator” Louis explained. “My creator?” you questioned back making him hum in agreement.

Lestat held a creepy smile watching your expression and your movement. You legs shake as you fidget with your baby blue sweater. “I’m so hungry” You mumble. Just in time as Claudia to come in the room with a A positive and B negative blood bags with a joyful smile.

“Here you are my love” Claudia said handing her the blood bag.

“Now we can be together for eternity” She said joyfully watching you drink the blood bag.

After a while y’all decided to travel to paris, New Zealand, and other countries. Life with new was peaceful and enjoyable. And life with her was exciting and fun. You weren’t mad about your new life because nothing can beat this life right now.

And you still didn’t know she was the strawberry shortcake giver

#interview with the vampire #Claudiaxreader #interview with the vampire x reader #vampire x reader

[thebestofoneshots]

I have been summoned :D

Hello!! Thank you for tagging me because I love analyzing so much 😊

First, I’d like to say and warn you that my predictions may be too far-fetched/detailed. Quite literally researched so much to double check my facts and opened a word document to for out my analysis and to plan and space out my thoughts (Get it? Because constellations and all are in space…? Anyway-)

1) We gon’ analyze this from top to bottom. The top two corners of the cover have the same sigil, just inverted. A crescent moon, a star, and a girl. Now, if we were to just scrap the surface of the meaning; The crescent moon is Remus, the star (of the show) is Sirius and of course, the girl is the reader.

But what I find interesting is how you chose the waning crescent moon to represent Remus, instead of the full moon like most people do. The waning crescent moon symbolizes ‘the perfect time to rest and regenerate’. Ironically, the waning crescent moon is one of the first few stages of the moon before it turns full once more.

I’d like to think that you’re representing Remus as his own person. He is a werewolf, yes. However, it doesn’t define him as a whole. That is not all who he is. Not to mention, I love how the moon partially encompasses both the girl and the star.

The latter two are positioned in a way that makes it seem like they find comfort with the moon. The moon has a small opening; it doesn’t confine the star or the girl. Rather, it encourages freedom and independence.

Ergo, Sirius and Reader find comfort with Remus and Remus protects and shelters them in a way (reference example: when Remus calmed Sirius and Reader down from causing trouble with Barty Crouch Jr.). Remus doesn’t restrict neither Sirius nor Reader to be with him. They can come and go as they please, and Remus wouldn’t mind. But the positioning of the girl and the star make it quite obvious that they choose to be with the moon. They want and are drawn to it.

I also want to highlight the fact that the star is practically clinging to the middle of the curve of the crescent moon. Referencing Remus and Sirius’ good relationship (platonically or romantically, take it as you please) and how Sirius is connected to the moon, only because of Remus. However, the girl is sat towards the edge of the crescent moon. Almost as if she’s looking at the moon and the stars. Referencing that Remus and Sirius are not the only reason why she has this connection with the galaxy.

The Reader being a fairy already made that connection and helped her have a natural inclination towards subjects like Divination and Astronomy. I think her being drawn towards our two boys just amplifies it. Moving on!!!

2) The Sun. It’s partially filled in. Maybe it’s nothing. But I feel like it’s something. So I thought, ‘What could possibly block out the Sun?’. Short answer; the Moon. When do the Moon and Sun align together? During a lunar eclipse, werewolves don’t transform apparently. So, perhaps there will be a lunar eclipse to come within the next three remaining chapters? Perhaps a really soft Moony too 🤭.

Suns – There are suns scattered every on the cover. There’s a sun on the crescent of the moon, suns at each corner of the book title. Suns at the bottom. But that’s not just the Sun, but it shows Earth and Mars too. I’m not entirely too sure about the science behind this, but I do know that there will come a point in time the Sun, Earth, Moon and Mars will align together in a straight line, creating the total lunar eclipse. So perhaps, we wouldn’t get a regular eclipse, rather a total one.

Also, the Sun represents life, light, warmth, power, and divinity. This somewhat correlates with the symbolism of the fox. Perhaps this hints that the Reader is the biggest star among the three. Because if the Reader has some sort of correlation with the Milky Way, which contains so many suns, technically that would make her brighter than the brightest star of Canis Major and the moon put together ;)

Not to mention, moonlight is just reflected light from the Sun. Without the light, we wouldn’t be able to see the moon. (I actually have no idea where I’m going with this last paragraph 💀)

3) The constellations; (from left, right then center) Canis Major, Lupus and Vulpecula. All of which represent different animals.

Canis Major is a dog = Sirius

Lupus is a wolf = Remus

Vulpecula is a fox = Reader

Now the first two correlating with each other makes sense. Considering Sirius’ animagus and patronus is a dog, while Remus turns into a werewolf and his patronus is a wolf. (Remus never actually casts a corporeal patronus as to not make people suspicious of him. Poor Moony).

Now the link between the Reader and foxes interests me. My biggest hunch I have right now is that Reader is also an illegal animagus like Sirius. Which would make sense considering a fox is a symbol of spirituality, creation, omens, afterlife, offering wisdom, guidance, protection, nobility, and a sign of good luck to those they encounter them.

And the Reader has proven to show a majority of these traits naturally. How did the Reader become an animagus? In the earliest chapters of this book, I recall that young Reader and Sirius bought a book about animagi. I also faintly recall Reader copying some important pages off the book (most probably the process and preparation for the potion and all).

Next, there is something behind each constellation that represents our beloved main characters. Canis Major and Lupus have the marauders map behind them, representing their involvement with the famous Marauders, the four boys sharing their shared tendency to spread and cause mischief.

The same can be said about Vulpecula, however there is the faint sigil of the Milky Way. The Milky Way symbolizes coming of age and afterlife. Look at that, Vulpecula and the Milky Way share one thing in common in terms of symbolism. The afterlife. I think this correlates back to Reader being a fairy. One of the theories of fairy origins is that they are a representation of the spirits of ancestral dead. ✨ A f T e R l I f E ✨. Reader is about to pull out some serious powers >:D

That’s the suspicion anyway.

4) The moon cycle on the bottom. Initially I thought that it was a regular-degular moon cycle. Then it didn’t make sense because there were some stages that did not make sense. Why choose only certain stages of the moon? And they seemed slightly out of order. That’s when I realized, it was the blood moon cycle. Not a regular one. Plus, with the latest chapter being on the night of the blood moon, it makes sense. According to some resources, werewolves are most dangerous during these blood moons. So, assuming we get a chapter with a lunar eclipse, we would have witness different intensities of Remus’ transformations. I’ll end this here.

Whoever reads this, bless you and your patient soul for sticking through this long with (1230 words if you end at ‘with’). Also I just read the comments and realized that @starchaser-lily also made some points that make me look like I’m copying them… I swear I didn’t read it until I looked at the comments 😭 😭 😭 But you have really good points! Great minds think alike? Idk if I’m helping my case 💀

Have a lovely day and lots of love! ~

I cannot confirm or deny anything but, can I just say….

I freaking love my readers?!? I mean look at this 1k words worth of theories over a single poster that’s so freaking amazing! And son well thought out of and so detailed and ingenious. Like man, this is university worth quality analysis, and for my poster??!? I feel so freaking honored!

And the ATTENTION TO DETAIL holly mother of Merlin so freaking precious. Like all of your freaking theories, you guys are brilliant *cries*!

I literally have the cleverest readers of the whole cosmos! I’m so freaking lucky!

Side note: not sure why you think it’s only three chapters left?? It’s a whole lot more than that, like I’m already working on chapter 26 and the end toll is borderline going to be like 40 chapters so you guys are in for the long run.

I did say it was going to be slow burn, didn’t I?

For those who have no clue what this entire thing it’s about, some of you guys ( @cometsghost @starchaser-lily @moonyunebi and a certain little annon ) were theorizing over on this post about a poster/cover for Gilded Constellations!

#one shot #imagine #oneshot #moony #marauders x reader #sirius black #sirius x reader #padfoot #marauders x you #the marauders x y/n #remus x reader #remus x y/n #remus x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #gilded constellations #lilly talks

[iamknicole]

Chapter Five

A/N: The elusive chapter 5 that everyone has been asking for is here! I hope you all enjoy it! It'll be Thanksgiving and Christmas in the next few chapters so be prepared! Comment, reblog, share! Updates depend on engagement! 💛

Warnings: Cursing, "affection"; excuse typos; MINORS DNI

Masterlist

Chapter 4

Issues at the Performance Center kept all talent out of the center for the day, giving Zilla more free time than he anticipated.He made plans with his new found friend, Bronco, to get lunch and hang out for a few hours. Before that, the two of them stopped by the hospital. 

The first face they saw was Toni, who was squinting at them with the tablet in her hand. She chuckled softly with a hand on her hip.

“Why you lookin’ at me like that, Toni?” Zilla asked with a smirk.

“Cause you and your friend here look like trouble for my ED.” She responded jokingly. “What can I help you two with? And if it’s Moriah the answer is no.”

 Zilla flashed her a quick smirk then motioned to Bronco. “This my boy, Bronco. Bronco, this my friend, Toni”

Laughing, Bronco threw his hand up speaking, “What’s goin on, Ms. Toni?”

“Toni is fine, I am not an old lady. But nice to meet you, Bronco,” she looked between the two of them, “Bronco and Zilla … those names sound like trouble. I’m still waiting to hear what the two of you need.”

They laughed softly. Zilla went to respond then he saw Moriah going into a room.

“What room is that?” he asked, nodding towards it.

Toni turned momentarily then shook her head. “That’s the break room and where we keep our things, Zilla.”

“Mmm, I’ll be back then. Bronco, keep our friend company. Make sure nobody interrupts our ED.” Zilla flashed another smirk before heading towards the room.

“Our? Boy, this is my ED and that room is for employees only,” she called out after him.

Getting into the room, he snuck up behind his girlfriend putting his hands over her eyes. She jumped then relaxed.

“Toni is gonna kick your ass, Isayah.”

He laughed, taking his hands down then turned her around, placing a kiss on her lips. “Naaah, she know I’m in here. This our ED now.”

“Yeah okay,” she laughed, “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at the PC, sir. Please tell me you didn’t cuss those people out.”

“No, Fat,” he laughed. “There was some kinda leak or some shit so we had to go. Me and Bronco was gon kick it but first I had to come see my Fat in these scrubs. Damn,” he emphasized his point by smacking her ass roughly making her squeal.

“You and your heavy ass hands have seen me and felt me up enough, time to go hang out with your friend.”

“Never enough. I need you to check something out for me though before I go. It’s been bothering me.”

She frowned a little, staring up at him. “What’s wrong? Is it your finger you jammed?”

“Nah, not my finger.”

“Then what, baby? I’m free, I can look at it now if it can’t wait until tonight.”

Zilla pulled her body closer to his so she could feel his erection poking her.

“Zay, no,” she giggled softly. “I’m working.”

“I’ll be quick.”

She sucked her teeth, making him laugh. “You and I both know that’s a lie. It’s never quick.”

“I can try,” he laughed, “Lemme try.” 

Leaning down, he kissed her lips then moved to her neck as he walked her backwards into a wall. She moaned softly, losing the fight with him and herself. With ease, he pushed his hand past her waistband to massage her through her panties. 

“Zay,” she moaned softly, “Come on, baby.”

“I got you, I got you.”

Just as he pushed her panties to the side, Toni swung the door open with Bronco behind her laughing.

“This is why you’re gonna be banned from my ED. Out, out, out.”

The couple laughed as they disentangled. Zilla fixed her pants back, kissed her then stepped away. 

“Don’t do me like that, Toni. Ain’t she a nurse, I needed a check up,” he joked.

Bronco and Moriah laughed as Toni attempted and failed to not laugh. She pointed out the door. 

“Check up my ass, get out. I’m sure she makes house calls,” she laughed, “Now get out, you’ll see her after work.”

“You are so embarrassing, can’t take you nowhere.” She joked, following him out of the room. “Oh, babe, is this your friend?”

Zilla nodded, dodging Toni’s swat. “Yeah, this my boy, Bronco. I was gonna introduce y'all after my check up but somebody was bein rude.”

“Keep talking and you’ll be banned from the whole hospital.” 

“Naah, you know you like when I interrupt our ED.” He joked going to hug the charge nurse. “But Bronco, this my lady, Fat. Fat, this Bronco.”

Bronco extended his hand to her still laughing. ‘“Nice to meet you, Fat.”

“Moriah or Rye is fine,” she said shaking his hand, “Your friend doesn’t like when other people call me Fat. I’m so glad to meet you, I’m so proud of him for making a friend.”

Zilla sucked his teeth, “See, you could’ve left that off. Don’t start.”

“Oh dang, I don’t have my phone to take a picture. Bronco, please take a picture of y'all. Mama has got to see this.”

Bronco laughed agreeing to her request, only for Zilla to push him towards the exit. They both threw goodbyes over their shoulders as they left. Moriah turned to Toni with a smile on her face.

“You could’ve waited ten minutes, hater.”

“I would have but I’m so tired of them constantly calling you.”

“Should’ve told them I was with a patient,” Moroah joked adjusting her top, “Who was calling me?”

“Um pediatrics, just go there,” Toni rushed out as a patient was wheeled in by EMS, “Go on, it sounded important.”

Getting up to pediatrics, Moriah went to the nurse's station and waited patiently for one of the nurses to get free. Meanwhile Thomas spotted her just as he was leaving a patient's room,  after checking his breath he approached her. 

"Ms. DeBreaux, long time no see." He greeted her joyfully. 

The sound of his voice made her groan inwardly. When she turned around, she made no effort to hide her frown. 

"And it'll be even longer if I have anything to do with it."

"Oh come on, it's been a few years. If I can forgive you then I'm sure you can forgive me. Don't you think so, Mo?" 

Mo.

She hated being called that from the moment it tumbled out of his mouth while they were dating. No matter how much she told him so, he was always bent on calling her that. 

"No, I don't. Please don't tell me you work here."

The cocky, snobbish smile that she hated made an appearance. 

"I'm in my last semester before residency so technically I do. Looks like we're co-workers."

"Only because there's nothing I can do about it. As long as you stay out of the ED and out of my way, there won't be any problems," she spat, "Excuse me, I need to find out who's been paging me."

He chuckled. "Look no further, Mo. I had a question about a patient from the ED."

She tilted her head the way she'd seen her boyfriend do many times. "Number one, it is Nurse DeBreaux and you will address me as nothing else. Number two, unless the actual doctor has a question do not page or call for me. And number three, get rid of whatever thought you have about me cause it's not happening."

Thomas's smile never left his face as he watched her go off on him. She always was a challenge but as long as Nadine was on his side, he had no worries. 

"Can I at least take you out to dinner to catch up?"

"I'll make this quick for you," she said folding her arms across her chest, "I'm not interested and will never be interested. I'm happy with Zilla, something I never was with you."

"The jailbird," he scoffed. "You can't be serious?"

"Oh I'm very serious. And if you feel like you can't accept that, you're not gonna like what I do. Are we clear, Thomas?"

"Crystal."

Turning on her heels, she made her way to the elevators and angrily pressed the down arrow. 

"Enjoy the rest of your shift, Nurse DeBreaux," he called out as she stepped onto the elevator. 

After dinner the couple cuddled on their sofa to watch a movie. Halfway into it there was a knock at their door surprising them both. Slowly, Zilla set up and paused the movie. 

"You expecting your friend?" She asked softly. 

"Nah. He don't even know where we stay. You?"

"Nope, same here." She grabbed her phone. "Want me to call 911?"

He sucked his teeth as he got up and slid his feet into his slides. "Don't need them when Zilla here. If you scared just go in the room and lock the door, Fat."

"Don't gotta tell me twice," she whispered scurrying off to their bedroom doing as he said. 

He looked out of the peephole, cursing when he realized it was covered. After unlocking the door, he snatched it open ready to jump on whoever was on the other side. 

"Who the fuck," he barked, stopping halfway and laughed, "Oh shit. What's up, Mr. DeBreaux? My bad."

Hassan laughed as they slapped hands then walked in with his duffle bag on his shoulder. "You got, young blood. That's how you 'posed to answer the door at ten o'clock at night. Sound like you was about to mess me up man."

Zilla laughed as he took the duffle bag, putting it on the ottoman. "I was till I found out it was you, Mr. DeBreaux."

"Hassan. I been telling you for a while to call me Hassan."

"My bad, I'm used to bein all polite and shit with Ms. Nadine."

He chuckled looking around. "Well I'm not her and I don't care, son. Where Rye at? I know she ain't sleep already."

"Nah, her scary ass went to hide in the room when you knocked," he laughed going over to their bedroom door and knocked, "Fat, you ca' come out."

After a few moments, she peeked her head out of the door.

"You sure? Everything okay?"

Zilla laughed. "Bring your scary self out here, Fat."

With an eye roll, she opened the door all the way to come out. 

"I wasn't scared, I was back up."

"You still using that same old lie. Should be ashamed," Hassan joked, smiling widely at his daughter. She squealed loudly, going to jump on him. "Safe to say you missed your old man, Rye?"

"Daddy, I didn't know you were coming!"

Hassan kissed her head after he sat her down. "That's the point of a surprise, babygirl. I wanted to come see you two, it's been awhile."

Moriah squinted. "It's been awhile or Mama sent you?"

Hassan laughed, "I'm grown, she didn't send me although she did ask me to come down. But I also missed my babygirl and my boy. Wanted to see this sofa Zilla was raving about."

"Oh my God," she grumbled, hiding her face, "I'm gonna kill you, Fatu."

Zilla and Hassan both laughed at her embarrassment.

"My bad, Fat but if she didn't bother you then I wouldn't have said it. Sooo," he sang out. "Technically it's her fault. Right, Hassan?"

"Right. Anyway, it's late and ya daddy not as young as he used to be so where am I sleeping? I'm fine with the sofa unless you two would like it."

Moriah groaned loudly. "That's it! I'm going to take my shower. Fatu, you figure it out."

Waiting for Moriah to go into the room, Hassan and Zilla went to sit on the sofa, Zilla moving their blanket out of the way. They sat in a comfortable silence while Hassan went over what he wanted to say in his head. 

“I know that Nadine is a lot, I’m not gonna say that she isn’t.”

“But?”

“That’s the thing,” Hassan chuckled, “I know that there should be a but I can;t find one to give. The only ones that I can think of don’t align with how I feel about everything.”

“How you feel about it?” Zilla asked. “I know you told me before but that was a minute ago and I’m sure it was the kid friendly version.”;

“It was most definitely the kid friendly one. Nadine is mad at me and she’s taking it out on the two of you.I don’t agree with it, I tell it to her all the time but she denies it.I’m not Rye though I know she’s lying to me.”

Zilla scratched his head as he leaned back on the sofa, in thought. He had a lot that he wanted to say but most of it would be directed to Nadine and not Hassan. 

“Why she doin that? She could just tell you.”

Hassan glanced at him, a smirk on his face. “When Rye is mad at you, does she tell you or does she act like a petulant child until you make her tell you?”

“Second one, he answered quickly. 

“Okay so there’s your answer. My daughter didn’t get that from me, she got that from her mother. Except I haven’t tried to push her on it, I could but that’s not my job anymore.”

“But as Fat dad, ain’t you supposed to?”

“It was when she was younger but she’s got you.Trust me, you’re doing a good job with getting it out of her.” Hassan paused to lean back and rested his head against the back of the sofa. “I’ll give you a little advice, the more you push her on it the more you’re gonna find out about what happened while you were away. Nadine did some terrible shit to Moriah some of which I didn’t even find out about till she was in college.”

“That bad?”

“That bad, son. When you hear some of these things I want you to control yourself and remember that Moriah had no choice, she was a child. Remember that she is not the enemy. Promise me.”

Zilla chuckled, glancing over at the older man. “You scarin’ me. Can’t be that bad.”

“I don’t mean to scare you but I needed to warn you. It’s not my place to do much more than that. Alright?’” Hassan waited for him to nod then sent a wink his way. “Good, now if you don’t mind this old man is tired and is ready to go to bed. Can I have a blanket and a couple pillows, please, son in law?”

“Nadine would have a fit if she heard you call me that.” Zilla laughed.

Hassan chuckled, resting his eyes. “I’ve said to her, I always call you that when I’m talking about you to other people. She throws her little fit but I don’t care. She knows like I know that it’s only a matter of time before you and Rye get married. Am I right?” 

Standing, Zilla stretched his arms over his head letting out an exaggerated yawn to buy himself a few more seconds. He went to their linen closet to grab what Hassana asked for, on his way back to the sofa he noticed Hassan’s eyes were still closed, a little hopeful that the older man had fallen asleep. When he sat the comforter and pillows down, one of Hassan’s eyes opened and looked right at Zilla.

“I think that was a question, son.”

“Uh yeah, you right. You right.”

At that, both of Hassan’s eyes opened, giving Zilla his full attention. “Second thoughts?”

“Nah, nah no second thoughts. I just … I just wanna be able to take care of her and shit before we get married cause I know once we get married we gon have lil Zillas and shit and,” he paused to take a breath, “I just wanna make sure Fat and the lil ones is taken care of and don’t have to worry about shit and she don’t have to work.”

“Has she given you any indication that she is unhappy having to work right now and help pay bills?”

“Nah. She always happy.”

“Okay so don’t worry about that other stuff. As long as she’s happy and you’re happy that’s what matters” He said closing his eyes once more. “If she cared about being taken care of and not working and all that she would’ve stayed with that arrogant ass fool she brought to my house.”

Zilla laughed, going to sit on the arm of the sofa. “You talkin’ bout the dude from college?”

“Yup. Fool thought just because Nadine liked him that I was gonna be on board with him. Didn’t happen,” Hassan explained softly. “He couldn’t have been as smart as he thought he was because if he was then he would know Nadine didn’t actually like him. He was simply a pawn to her.”

“I don’t mean no disrespect but I don’t get how you married her. I’m glad you did cause yall gave me Fat but she … she’s her.”

Hassan sighed. “That’s a story for another time. Go on and get you some sleep, I’ll be alright out here.”

After making sure he was actually okay and checking the locks, Zilla went to the bedroom finding Moriah lying across their king size bed sleeping with her phone in her hand. Chuckling to himself, he gently pulled the phone from her hand and put it on the charger then adjusted her so she was lying on her side of the bed under the covers. He knelt at her bedside watching her face, searching for any mark or blemish he hadn’t noticed before. The face he stared at lovingly was the face he dreamed about all those years he was away. He could feel a pang of sadness when he remembered towards the end of his time that he started to forget what her face looked like. Forgetting was a consequence of his actions he never anticipated.Touching her cheek gently, he rubbed his thumb back and forth against the soft skin, a smile finding its way to his face when she scrunched her face and leaned into his touch. 

“Whatever she did to you while I was gone,” he spoke softly, almost a whisper, “I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry, Fat. I thought I knew all the wrongs I hadda right but I don’t and I’m still learning. Zilla gon get right though. I promise.”

Leata sat on the idea for a couple of days, she knew she would do it but she was putting it off for as long as she could. A conversation with Nadine never ceased to leave her with a headache but for her kids she would endure it. It would be a lie to say that she didn’t miss the days when she and Nadine were friends, she missed how loving and carefree Nadine used to be. After mourning the death of her husband, she then had to mourn the death of a friendship that she cherished. 

On her drive to the store, she called up her old friend.

“Hello, Leata. How are you today?”

“I’m alright, can’t complain. And you?”

“The same as you. Is everything okay? Are they okay?” Nadine asked genuinely concerned. 

She chuckled, focusing on the road. “They’re fine, they’re okay. Are you busy?”

“No, I was just watching TV. I can talk.”

Taking a moment, Leata merged into the next lane before continuing. 

“Well I was thinking that you and I could go visit the kids for Thanksgiving since they won’t be able to come home.”

Nadine sat quietly on the line for a moment. “Us going to visit them?”

“Yes, us. Me and you. One of his brothers may come as well but probably just us.” She explained. “Is that something you might want to do?”

She hummed for a moment in thought. “You know what I think I do. Haven’t seen my baby in months and I do miss her.”

The excitement in Nadine’s voice was a little weird to hear but she assumed that it was excitement to see Moriah.

“Good, I’ll send you the dates and flight information, I’ll take care of the tickets.” Leata informed her. “I was thinking of staying for a week or so.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll take care of the hotel. We don’t want them to feel cramped in the apartment with all of us in it,” Nadine said sweetly. “Me, you and your son. Right?”

“You don’t have to do that, Nadine. Really, we’ve got it.”

“No, no, no. You’re buying the tickets, the least I can do is pay for the rooms. Okay?”

After ending their call, Leata felt relieved and surprisingly without a headache. When she gets to the store, she sends a text to Hassan letting him know that their conversation went well and the two of them would be visiting Florida for Thanksgiving. She hoped that with her there, Nadine wouldn’t irritate and poke at their children as much but she knew better. All she could was hope for the best.

“Toni! Toni, wait up!”

Groaning inwardly, Toni stopped in the middle of the parking garage and waited for Thomas to catch up to her. She stared at him as he tried to catch his breath.

“Damn you walk fast,” he chuckled, still catching his breath.”I thought I was fast but you’re clearly faster.”

“I know you did not stop me from leaving to tell me I walk fast.”

Thomas cleared his throat as he met her stare. He attempted to give her a small smile which she didn’t return. 

“I just wanted to ask you something, if I can. Can I?”

“You have two minutes and then I’m walking away.”

“Okay, okay … I uh Nurse DeBreaux doesn’t seem to like me very much and I was told that you and her are kinda close so I was wondering,” his voice trailed off seeing Toni’s facial expression change. 

“If you’re wanting me to talk to her for you then the answer is no. Quite frankly, I don’t like you much either,” she told him honestly. “You’re always interrupting my ED, constantly paging Nurse DeBreaux about patients she’s sent up like she doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

He was taken aback at how honest she was but he was prepared for it. The co-workers he’d spoken to about her let him know that she doesn’t mince words and she’s a straight shooter. Clearly, they meant every word.

“Damn, I deserve that. I’m sorry about interrupting your ED. I will try not to do that anymore.”

Toni hummed, looking down at her watch. “55 seconds.”

Thomas played with his hands. “I just wanna make up for the bad impression I made on her. Can you just help me with that? What can I do to fix it?”

“If you want to fix it, try staying away from her for a few days or a week,” Toni paused as a light bulb went off in her head, “You like her. You like Moriah. That’s why you’re constantly calling her and bothering me right now.”

Thomas chuckled. “You caught me, I do.”

“Well let me give you a piece of advice, she’s in a relationship with a man she loves and he loves her. A man that I’m sure could break you in half if you keep bothering her.” Toni deadpanned. “Get rid of whatever little crush you have cause it’s going nowhere fast. Your two minutes are up. Good bye.”

Toni turned on her heels leaving Thomas standing there and finished her walk to her car. Before pulling off she sent a text to Moriah, asking her to call when she had the time. Although she knew that whenever Thomas crossed paths with Zilla that would nip it all in the bud, she wanted her friend to know that he was lurking around.  

#AAO #zilla fatu #Zilla & Moriah #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

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never asked me once about the wrong i did: chapter 2

tw: depictions of child ab*se, general Catholic suffering

Llewelyn gets his girl in trouble two years later, and poor Mama damn near dies of shame. She finds out when the girl’s daddy comes to the door hootin’ and hollerin’, demanding that Llewelyn make her honest.

They had all just gotten home from supper at Granmere’s, bellies full of etouffee, and were stripping out of their church clothes when all the hullabaloo began. Granmere had been real quiet that night, not even making her usual concerned comments about Merriell. She just sat in her rocking chair and rubbed her cross while they peeled crawfish, only stopping to touch that old thing to her forehead before going back to rocking. Mama always said she did that when she was praying real hard about something, something only she and God knew about. Sometimes Merriell feels like Granmere isn’t human like the rest of them, she’s something else from the other side, old as time itself, sent by God to see into his soul and spy on all his thoughts. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t love him as much as the other grandchildren; that him killing Vernon was just the precipice of the sins he’s committed, all of which can be laid out before her with just one glance. He still steals candy, still waits for Mr. Leconte to come home each night with bated breath, skips school now. At least he’s stopped chasing the poor cat, but Merriell isn’t sure that will save him from damnation.

None of them felt bold enough to open the bedroom door even a crack once they hear all the yelling, but curiosity has Merriell flat on his belly to peek under it, able to just make out Mama’s stockinged feet and an unfamiliar pair of shoes across the house. Daddy had run back to the docks quick after supper, leaving Mama alone to deal with this angry stranger. His brothers take turns pressing their ear to the door above him, quieter than they’d ever been as they try to piece together what the fuss is about. Llewelyn just paces the floor of their shared bedroom, biting at his nails.

“Oh, Llew, you one dead man,” Willard whispers when it’s his turn to listen, “Ain’t you know how to pull out?”

“Shut up,” Llewelyn says, still chomping away at his nails. Merriell’s never seen him look so scared, and it’s a fear he feels seeping into his own bloodstream. This is the worst thing any of them have ever done, far worse than stealing candy. He sees Mama’s feet begin walking towards the door, and scrambles back with a quick warning before there’s a sharp rap.

“Llewelyn,” Mama sounds as mad as a wet cat, “get out here, boy.”

Even though it’s Sunday, and Daddy doesn’t drink today, Merriell watches him beat Llewelyn harder than he’s ever seen when he gets home. Mama, who usually stays out of Daddy’s hair when he’s wailing on them so she doesn’t get hit herself, has to eventually throw her frying pan into the mix. She wacks Daddy hard on the back until he gets off Llewelyn, leaving him a blubbering blood-soaked mess on the kitchen floor. Despite how damn mean Llewelyn can be, Merriell has to stop himself from running over and trying to help his big brother. He stays at his spot huddled in the corner of the kitchen, unblinking eyes counting the spots of blood on the ground, easier to focus on the myriad of specks on the tile than his brothers shaking and sobbing body.

“You think that poor girl’s gon’ marry him with no damn teeth, John?”

Daddy relents, storming out of the house mumbling something about needing a drink, and slams the door behind him. At Mama’s command, Willard and Francis carry Llewelyn back to Granmere’s to get fixed up. She’s a traiteur, as good as any doctor they can find in these parts. She had been there at each of their births, helping Mama through the labors when Daddy was nowhere to be found. She had even been the one to dig the hole for Vernon, chanting in Creole and praying for his soul the whole time.

Merriell helps Mama clean the floor, pretending he can’t hear her cry as they scrub away all the blood. She doesn’t cry much, life and Daddy having made her hard. It breaks his heart to hear her but there’s nothing he can do, nothing any of them can do, to stop Daddy from being such a mean son of a bitch. Sometimes Merriell wishes him dead, and adds that to the list of evil thoughts Granmere and God can hear him think. When Mama goes to empty out the bucket of water and soap, he finds one of Llewelyn’s teeth on the ground, knocked straight out of his mouth and under the kitchen table. Without thinking, he stuffs it into his pocket before Mama can see. Long after the blood has been cleaned up and Daddy has stumbled home, Merriell lays in the bed he shares with Arthur and looks at the tooth. It’s a small, yellow thing and the jagged edges poke at his finger tips like a knife. He doesn’t know why he kept it, but finds some small comfort in rubbing it between his fingers. His own teeth have started to fall out and be replaced, and he feels bad for Llewelyn who won’t grow this tooth back. He presses it to his forehead, closing his eyes and praying to God like Granmere might.

Dear God, please forgive Llewelyn for his sins. Please forgive Daddy. Please forgive me. Amen.

A week later, Merriell finds himself back in church on a quiet Tuesday. They had all risen early that morning, been allowed to skip school but made to scrub their faces and underarms while Mama pulls a comb through their messy curls. She dons her best dress, a light purple number with a hat to match and does her best to keep a smile on her face.

“What a lovely day the Lord gave us,” she kept saying, fanning herself with her hand as they walked to the rickety old church. Daddy and Llewelyn walked ahead of them, Daddy with his hand firm on his son’s shoulder, either out of comfort or to keep him from running. Merriell wonders what they’re talking about, realizing he knows little about the man he calls his father. He can count on one hand the amount of times he’s had a conversation with him, finding that hiding away was his safest option. Daddy didn’t do much else aside from work, drink, and beat them silly; never much time for talking between those events. Mama did all of the childrearing, firm but loving while she did her best to keep them alive and out of trouble. His brothers accuse him of being a mama’s boy but Merriell doesn’t mind. He holds her other hand tight and has to take big steps to keep up with her hurried stride.

“It’s hot, Mama,” Robert complains, kicking at a rock.

“Hush. People pray for days like today,” Mama reminds them. “And don’t kick no rocks, boy, you gon’ scuff those shoes.” They continue their walk towards Llewelyn’s fate in silence, the Louisiana sun beating down hard like the fists of God.

“Ain’t this a crock o’ shit,” Willard mutters under his breath next to him as the ceremony progresses, pulling at the collar of his shirt. It’s a sweltering day in August and Mama’s rule of keeping their church shirts tidy has disappeared in favor of marrying off her son as soon as possible.

Merriell feels hot and sweaty all over, the sparsely filled church somehow stuffier than outside, shirt clinging to his back as he leans forward against the pews. Mama is up front with Daddy and Granmere, far enough where she can’t scold him for not sitting proper.

Merriell watches his eldest brother’s solemn face, still peppered with yellowing bruises, as he stands with his betrothed at the altar. She ain’t ugly, and Merriell thinks real hard to try to find something he finds attractive about her. She’s Creole like them, which is a blessing since Daddy would have surely killed Llewelyn if he knocked up a white girl, and has curly brown hair hidden under her veil. Merriell can see the curve of her belly poking out from her white dress, and wrinkles his nose thinking about how that baby got in there. He’s not ignorant to how babies are made, seen their cat go after more females than he can count and heard Willard and Victor gloat about their escapades. He just doesn’t understand what the fuss is about. He’s still young, he tries to convince himself, more concerned with fishing and helping Mama than girls and what they’ve got going on under their skirts. When he’s older, he’ll want to touch a girl the way his brothers brag about. He knows it.

“They in love?” He finds himself asking.

“You gotta be a damn fool if you think they in love,” Willard snorts, shaking his head, “Llewelyn love that she ain’t never say no to him. Look at him now.”

Merriell wonders what it’s like to be in love. He doesn’t think Mama and Daddy are in love; how could Mama love him with all the bad he does? Auntie Maude and Uncle Ed, little Eugene’s mama and daddy, might be in love; they’re real sweet on each other and steal kisses in Granmere’s kitchen when they think no one is looking. Merriell then wonders what it would be like to get married, now knowing that being in love doesn’t have anything to do with it. What it would be like to be kneeling up at the altar, in front of Mama and Daddy and God, binding yourself to another until the day you die. But when he thinks about who he might marry, as hard as he tries, none of the girls in his class come to mind. All he can see is Mr. Leconte’s face, hand pushing red hair away from his brow with a quick wink. The thought makes something in Merriell’s belly twist tight, and he squeezes his eyes shut to will the image away. He tries to trick himself into thinking he wishes Mr. Leconte was his daddy, someone nice and loving who kissed him goodnight, and that’s why he waits for him each night. The idea of a goodnight kiss brings that twisting feeling back, and he pinches his arm through his sweat-soaked shirt. Punishment for his thoughts, in God’s house of all places. When he opens his eyes again, he looks up to the windows and counts the stained glass panes until thoughts of Mr. Leconte and the heaving feeling in his heart fade away, replaced by the ringing of church bells marking the beginning of his brother’s loveless marriage.

Thanks for reading! I’m thinking this story will probably end up being around 5 or 6 chapters, depending on some ideas I have. I’ve been wanting to dive into snafus psychology and why he is the way he is (war trauma aside) so this chapter is pretty headcanon indulgent heehee

#hbo war #hbo the pacific #the pacific #fanfic #the pacific fanfic #the pacific fanfiction #sledgefu #snafu shelton #merriell shelton #eugene sledge #next chapter will be a time jump of about ten years! #Maddie writes

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Reunited

Illumi x Reader

PART 3

pt. 2

pt. 4

Illumi, disguised at Gittarackur, kept his distance from the group he was watching, making sure to avert his gaze as often as possible to not cause suspicion.

He had his eye on a single member of the group, a girl with the same aura of someone he lost long ago.

30 Minutes Earlier

As the room began to fill, Illumi made sure to watch every single person of interest that came in. Eventually he got bored of this, sensing no potential with his nen, he decided to instead watch over his brother.

After doing that for a bit, he again became bored. Unknown to most, Illumi wasn’t the best at keeping on task when it wasn’t necessary. The test would be easy enough to pass so he didn’t see a need to scout out every single contestant, after all not a single one of them seemed as capable as him or Hisoka.

His dark eyes scanned the crowd one last time, taking in his surroundings. The elevator had just dropped off its last batch of contestants. He decided he could at least check them out.

Illumi slid down from his perch on the wall. As he got closer to the group he froze, gripping his needles so tightly they nearly snapped.

Smiling and laughing with the group was a girl that made his heart stop. She offered out snacks to the young boy accompanying her, which he took instantly with a thanks.

“Good thing we didn’t drink that juice. I don’t think I could handle getting sick from expired juice while completing the exam..” the girl said, ruffling the boys hair. “Thanks, Gon.”

Illumi watched from the shadows. The girl zipped up her bag, dropping a picture. She didn’t seem to notice and ran off to catch up with her group.

Illumi swooped in, picking up the picture and returning to his spot. He unfolded the photo and inspected it.

‘It’s…’

His eyes widened ever so slightly, gripping the photo so tightly it crinkled.

The photo showed two young teens, leaning against each other to get into frame. Although their faces were a bit blurry, he recognized it instantly.

He took in a breath to calm his accelerated heartbeat. He couldn’t be completely sure it was her until he heard her name.

Illumi tucked the picture into his pocket. ‘I can use this as an excuse to talk to her later…’ he thought, having calmed down significantly. He couldn’t rush things. It had been nearly 10 years since they’d last met, if he approached her now in his disguise he’d scare her away.

Even if it wasn’t her, she still may know where to find (Name), given she had that picture.

Illumi sighed, stepping from the shadows and staring at the girl. He tried to reason why he should even care if it WAS her. After the incident he hadn’t even tried to track her down, so why try now?

‘If for nothing else, to satisfy my curiosity. Then we can go out separate ways.’

He nodded to himself, deeming that a good enough reason.

Current Time

(Name) let out a groan, her forehead covered in sweat. “We’ve been running for 20 minutes, how much longer?”

Leorio didn’t answer. He couldn’t, he was having enough trouble keeping his breath and didn’t want to waste it on talking.

“I’m not sure. Try to pace yourself. You’re carrying a pretty heavy backpack, I’m surprised you’ve been able to get this far.” Kurapika replied.

(Name) wondered for a moment if he was implying he didn’t expect her to do well because she wasn’t skinny or because of the backpack, but she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Uh huh… well if anyone wants to lighten my load, I’ve got some water to drink.”

The two boys perked up.

“Yes please,” the answered in unison. (Name) wanted to laugh, but kept it in. She handed out a canteen for them to both sip on. Gon took a big drink, handed it back, a little embarrassed.

“Sorry Miss (Name), I drank the rest.” He lowered his head.

(Name) smiled and patted his head. “Don’t worry Gon, I’ve got two other canteens. You just helped lighten my backpack! Thank you very much.”

Gon lifted his head back up and grinned.

Another 30 minutes of running had passed. The four had separated a bit, with Kurapika being the closest to the front. (Name) stayed relatively close to Gon, and Leorio was in front of them.

(Name)’s attention was brought back to the exam when she heard Leorio shouting.

“Hey, wait up kid!!”

He seemed to be yelling at a kid around Gon’s age with spiky white hair. She couldn’t see his face.

“Hmm?” The boy hummed in response .

“You should show the Hunter Exam some respect!”

“What do you mean?”

Leorio huffed, shaking his fist.

“Why are you using a skateboard? That’s cheating!”

“Why?”

(Name) and Gon looked at each other in confusion.

“Why… this is an endurance test!”

“No it isn’t!”

Everyone’s attention was on Gon now.

“The examiner only told us to follow him.”

(Name nodded in agreement. “Also you shouldn’t be picking on a little kid, let him skate if he wants.”

“Whose side are you two on!?”

The white haired boy tilted his head and slowed his skateboard to be beside the two.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 12!”

He hummed.

‘Hmm… he’s the same age as me…’

The boy jumped off his skateboard and caught it in his hand.

“Guess I’ll run too!”

“Wow! That was cool!”

He seemed to be suppressing a smile.

“I’m Killua.”

“I’m Gon, and this is (Name)!”

The three talked for a bit, (Name) giving the two some water as they did. She could tell Killua was a bit shy and not very trusting. She made sure to drink some of the water first to show it was safe, which he seemed to appreciate.

After a while, Gon stopped. The other two followed suit, turning to see Leorio doubled over. He had dropped his suitcase and seemed to be struggling to breath.

(Name) started to walk towards him but Gon put his hand up and shook his head.

Leorio continued to struggle to breath, the other contestants having already ran far beyond them, even (Name), as compassionate as she was, began to worry.

“Hey, forget him. Let’s go.” Killua said, having lost his patience.

Gon said nothing, not moving an inch.

Leorio coughed, then grit his teeth.

“Screw this…”

He launched back into a sprint, leaving the three behind in his dust.

“I’m gonna become a Hunter!!”

He screamed.

“DAMN IT ALL!!!”

Gon and (Name) looked on, grinning. Gon cast his fishing pole and grabbed Leorios suitcase.

“SO cool!” Killua said, staring at Gon. (Name) giggled, and stretched before beginning to run.

The two followed behind her like two little duckings.

“Promise I can try that later?”

“Only if I can try your skateboard!!”

30 mins later

They had reached the 80 Kilometer mark, and it seemed like their Examiner had picked up the pace. They were all running on stairs now, trying to be careful not to trip.

“This guys insane, he’s prancing up the stairs as if they’re not even there.” One of the contestants complained.

Back with (Name)’s group, the two boys were beginning to look a bit bored. Killua’s eyes lit up.

“Hey Gon, you wanna race to see who finished first?” He asked, his cat like smile spreading across his face.

Gon looked to (Name) for approval. She waved her hand, in their direction.

“Go on, I’ll be fine. Just be careful and come back to me if you need anything.”

“Okay. The loser has to buy the other’s dinner!” Gon announced.

“You’re on!”

With that the two raced off, leaving (Name) to her thoughts.

After another 10 minutes, (Name) managed to catch up to Leorio and Kurapika, who were in the middle of a conversation.

“That’s why I will capture the Phantom Troupe, to avenge my clan. I can still hear their eyes crying out in anguish.”

(Name) kept quiet. She could hear the anguish in Kurapikas words. She knew what it was like to lose people, so she made a mental note to talk to him later. This path of revenge he was seeing may lead him down a path of despair.

“If I get my Hunter’s License I can get jobs in the black market and find information on them.”

“But you’ll have to swallow your pride and become the kind of Hunter you despise.”

Leorio replied, cutting his eyes at the boy.

“Kurapika…” (Name) said softly, finally catching up to run by his side. The boy looked over to her, putting on a weak smile.

“I’m alright. The blow to my pride is nothing measured against the suffering my clan endured.”

(Name) but her lip. She decided to drop the subject and instead offered more water to the two, who took it instantly. They were all exhausted beyond relief.

“You know, I don’t think we would have made it this far without you.” Kurapika said as he handed back the canteen.

“For once I agree. Having you here watching over us has helped.”

Leorio have her a thumbs up. (Name) tried to hide her embarrassed face as she sipped her water.

“I have no noble cause.”

“Huh?” (Name) and Kurapika said in unison.

“I’m just after money.”

“Don’t lie!” Kurapika exclaimed

“I’m not lying!”

“You really believe you can buy everything with money?”

“You’re right! For the right price, you can buy not only treasures, but dreams, hearts, and even peoples lives!”

(Name) winced, looking at Leorio in shock.

“You can’t be serious Leorio…”

“Take that back!” Kurapika yelled.

“If you’re insulting the Kurt’s, I won’t forgive you.”

“Why? I’m telling the truth. If I’d had money, my friend wouldn’t have died!”

A silence fell over the group.

“Was he sick?” Kurapika asked, his tone much gentler.

“It was a treatable disease… the problem was the operation costs a fortune. I was naive! I thought I could become a doctor.”

(Name) but her lip, trying to hold back tears.

“I wanted to cure kids who have the same disease, and be able to tell them it was free of charge! The I could tell the parents too. That was my dream…”

Leorio grunted, turning his head to face the wall.

“What a joke. Turns out that to become a doctor, you need even more money! Got it? The world RUNS on money. So I want money!”

(Name) stopped in her tracks, nearly tripping down the stairs. The two managed to grab both her hands and straighten her just in time.

“(Name), are you…”

Tears ran down her cheeks. She looked at the two before pulling them into a hug. They both stiffened, before replacing and hugging her back.

“What’s that for?” Leorio asked, his cheeks flushed.

“You both seemed like you needed it.”

She released them and raced off, leaving the two to stare at the odd girl.

“She was crying… for our sake.” Kurapika muttered, picking up the pace.

“See you, Kurapika.”

“Catch you later, old timer.”

Killua and Gon had caught up to the pair and were about to pass (Name) as well.

“I’m not old! I’m a teenager, just like you guys!”

The other 4 all turned to look at him in shock.

“How are you younger than me!?” (Name) exclaimed. Leorio blinked.

“Wait, (Name), how old are you!?”

“22!”

“WHAT!?”

“NO WAY!”

20 minutes later

(Name) finally reached the end of the tunnel, coming into the light and immediately collapsing to gulp in air. She was approached by Gon and Killua, who informed her they’d been the first to reach the exit.

“Is this the Second Phase?” asked (Name) between breaths.

“No, Mr. Satotz said we still have a way to go.”

(Name) hummed her response, pulling a handkerchief from her backpack to wipe away the sweat and grime that had collected on her face. Once she cleaned herself up, she poured out the contents of her bag.

In it was a pack of gum, some granola bars, 2 empty canteens, and one still full. That was her food and she after water supply so far. The rest was a change of clothes, her dagger, a small first aid kit, and a fire starter.

“You sure came prepared.”

(Name) nodded as killua crouched beside her, opening her pack of gum and taking a piece.

“Yeah, I used to go hiking and camping with my family. And my childhood friend was very… serious when it came to it. He never got to come with us, but told me it was essential to be prepared. I wasn’t sure what tasks we’d have to do so I packed pretty light.”

She smiled, gently caressing the sheath covering her dagger. Killua squinted, trying to get a better look at the blade but (Name) packed it away.

“You boys want to have a picnic?”

The three had a small snack, breaking up two different flavored granola bars and splitting them amongst each other. (Name) my bed on her portion as they awaited their comrades arrival.

Leorio was the first to appear, collapsing with his head resting on (Name)’s lap. She waited for him to catch his breath before pushing him off with enough force for him to roll a few feet away.

“You should just lay on ladies, Leorio.” Gon said, his head leaning against (Name)’s shoulder.

“I really don’t want to hear that from you.”

(Name) tried not to laugh, but ended up chuckling. Killua watched the scene as he chewed on his gum, blowing a big bubble.

Kurapika was next to arrive. He waved to the group and sat next to (Name), taking the canteen she offered and dosing the rest.

“Sorry (Name), it’s empty.”

(Name) shrugged. “Well, they say it’s best to hydrate instead of hoarding water when you’re stranded. They say a lot of people lost in desert are found dead with lots of water still left.”

“That’s… interesting, (Name).”

The group watched the girl with interest. She wasn’t any ordinary woman. It seemed she was quite educated on things pertaining to survival.

“I’ve heard of that too! You’re so smart Miss (Name)!” Gon exclaimed.

(Name) waved her hand.

“No no, I just know enough to survive. My family was homeless for a bit when I was a teen so I learned to toughen myself up!!”

She patted her flexed arm. (Name) wasn’t really muscular, but she seemed proud of herself. Leorio nodded.

“So you’re a mountain girl like Gon?”

This caused (Name) to deflate quite a bit, shriveling up into a husk. Kurapika elbowed Leorio.

“Yeah… I’m not super strong or anything but I know some stuff. I promise I…”

She stopped herself.

“You won’t what?” asked Killua, who had been silently listening.

“I… I promise I’ll work hard. I’ll pull my weight, so please don’t leave me. I won’t be a burden at all, I swear. I just… this is the first time I’ve made some friends in a long time and…”

She paused, turning her head away.

“Are you… crying?”

“No!! Just got something in my eye is all!”

Leorio grabbed Killua’s cheeks and pulled them. “Now look what you’ve done, you’ve gone and gotten (Name) upset!”

“I don’t think he’s the only one.” Kurapika muttered, brushing his hair behind his ear. He leaned down and held (Name)’s hand.

“Listen, I don’t think a single one of us would have made it if it wasn’t for you. You’ve shared with us, and cheered us on even though we just met. We won’t abandon someone with such a kind soul so easily.”

He gave her a kind smile, which (Name) returned. It was a weak smile, but one none the less.

“Thank you, Kurapika. Sorry, I can be a crybaby.” She apologized, standing and brushing off her skirt.

“No, I understand. No one will judge you for crying. After all, being scared to lose friends is something that makes you human.”

(Name) nods. She throws her backpack on and gives them a winner smile.

“Well, let’s get closer to the front. Time to see what’s going on.”

The group disappears from sight, getting closer to the front of the crowd. Illumi watches on in disgust, his nails digging into his palms so hard they begin to bleed.

He couldn’t tell why he was so angry. Just watching these people be so familiar with you brought out a rage in him so potent it caused the plants around him to wither.

“My my, I see someone’s feeling jealous.”

Hisoka appears at Illumi’s side, his eyes focused on Illumi’s face. The assassins glare is enough to make hisoka moan.

“Jealous? I don’t feel such things as trivial as jealousy. Now if you want to keep your head, keep an eye on that girl. I can’t get closer because of Killua.”

“Touchy touchy! Of course illumi, darling.”

Hisoka slinks off, thinking to himself.

‘My, this is interesting. Never thought Illumi would be capable of jealousy. Let’s see how I can bring out the best outcome for this situation.’

He licks his lips.

#x reader #anime x reader #creepypasta #smut requests #headcanon #hxh imagines #hxh x reader #reader insert #requests open #smut hcs #hxh illumi #yandere hxh #hxh headcanons #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter xhunter #illumi x reader #illumi x y/n #gon hxh #killua zoldyck #killua hunter x hunter #leorio #leorio hxh #kurapika #kurapika hxh

[mamasturn]

dirty dancing pt 2

pairing: austin!elvis x black!fem!oc (cynthia)

warning: sensuality. might be a lil risqué. idk yet. 18+ warning just in case.

divider from @firefly-graphics

"I cannot believe you danced with Elvis Presley!"

His name brought chills down her spine and a warmth between her legs. Images of his bold blue eyes and cheeky smile were stamped on her brain. His gentle touches were a juxtaposition to the lustful stares and inappropriate comments he whispered in her ear. It was a fever dream almost. No one she'd known had ever experienced such a thing with a white boy, let alone the most famous white boy in the world.

"Yeah, me either." She stared at the small note next to the rusted jewelry box on her dresser. It housed only one necklace, one ring, and one bracelet. Hand-me-downs from her great-grandmother whom acquired it from her father, the son of a rich southern man.

His scattered handwriting stared back at her tauntingly. Deep down, she desired to dial his phone number and engage in the hopeless romantic love she heard about in the movies. Ones where they talked until the sun came up with lazy smiles on their faces.

"Are you gonna call him?" Cynthia shrugged. She crossed dangerous territory dancing with him at the club the previous weekend. Hell, she could've gotten caught and punished severely for her actions. Elvis was bold to be in Club Handy, but getting sexual with a colored woman with no shame in his game, was even bolder.

"I might. I don' know, he's Elvis Presley! What could he find valuable in a colored girl?"

Her friend gave her a sad smile. "Everything."

He'd have her soft moans and gentle whimpers recorded on a record to play over and over again. He'd been with his share of women before, yes, but she was different. Aside from the obvious--a deep complexion, heart-shaped lips, coarse hair, and full hips--she challenged him. Held her where some women fell to their knees. She was attracted to him but she wouldn't let it cloud her judgement and that he admired.

Every night after a show, he ran to his bedroom and sat by the phone until sleep covered him like a blanket. And every night after every show, for four days in a row, he got no phone call. The feeling of rejection bubbled within him uncomfortably.

He presumed this night would be no different. He was the only one awake in the house, having gotten back around midnight. By the time he was showered and changed, sleep was the only thing on his mind. Then, the phone rang.

He jumped out of his skin at the sound and scrambled to pick up the phone. His rings clacked along the phone and he fisted the cord tightly.

“Hello?” he breathed out.

“Is Mr. Presley there?” Cynthia. She was nervous. Her voice shook like a leaf. Her tone was low, almost in a whisper like she was afraid she'd get caught.

"You called." He fought off the smile that pulled at the corners of his lips. "Thought you'd leave me hangin'."

A small laugh came from her. "I'm sure you had plenty of other company, Mr. Presley."

"I only want yours, baby."

Silence. He hoped he hadn't said the wrong thing. Suddenly, he took her silence for doubt. His heart raced and his palms began to sweat. Was she uninterested? If she called, that meant she wanting something to do with him, right? Or could she have called to tell him to never try to contact her again?

"Elvis." It was only the second time she used his first name, and boy, did it stir something in his loins. "I have never had a man be this i-i-what's the word? Infatuated with me before. Let alone a white man. Do you not understand how dangerous this is?"

"I do," he replied shortly.

"So, why do you keep pursuin' me, Mr. Presley? Both of us could get in some terrible trouble."

"There are some risks you have to be willin' to take, baby. I think this is one of them. Now, if you don't wanna live on the wild side, I suggest you tell me right now. I'll leave you alone if that's what you truly want. Not gon' force you to deal with me if you don' want me, sweetheart."

Silence.

"Where'd you learn how to dance like that, Mr. Presley? How we did in the club the other night." Cynthia asked in a low tone.

"From goin' to Club Handy with B.B.. Why, what's the matter? Think it's too vulgar, as the old folks like to say?"

"No," she giggled. "I was hopin' we could do it again sometime."

His breath hitched. Moments from the Club replayed in his mind. Her body pressed against his own, her plump lips massaging his own, her soft whimpers of his name as his hands gripped her backside in the small closet. Nothing felt better than her fingertips tugging at his dark roots.

"Can you meet me somewhere tonight?"

“Nice lil’ set up you have here.” Cynthia eyed the picnic blanket that was spread along a large patch of grass. She let him convince her to go to a secluded park on Beale Street not too far from the Club. One where if people were still out and about during the midnight hour, they wouldn’t be easily found. Not that the people on Beale cared anyway.

“Tried to make it somewhat comfortable,” he replied with a bashful look. “And private for your peace of mind.” Cynthia gave him a soft smile then took a seat beside him. She tucked her skirt underneath her knees and crossed them cutely. She was thankful for his car blocking their view from any possible pedestrians. She was also thankful he chose a black one instead of the bright pink cadillac he loved so much.

“Thank you,” she replied softly. “So, why’d you bring me out here?”

“I wanted to talk to you, is that so bad?” She gave him a blank look. “Look, Cyn, I ain’t never been with a woman like you before. You’re somethin’ different, interestin’, and I jus’ had to see you again.”

Cynthia twisted her lips. Of course he’d never been with a woman like her before. She was Black and he was white. It was a crime for them to be seen together, especially in a romantic setting. And of course, he’d never been with a woman who didn’t drop to her knees in his presence. And as much as she wanted to, she knew better.

“It is worth only seein’ me at night?” she questioned softly. He tilted his head to the side and inched closer to her. A gentle hand upon her thigh. “Is your curiosity worth not havin’ the typical romance you had with other ladies? Is it worth it, Elvis?”

He smiled softly. “If you’re askin’ me if you’re worth it, then I’d like to say yes. If you wan’ somethin’, you’ll work hard to get it. Pray to God you got sense enough to keep it.”

The wheels turned in her head. He could see it. The hesitation. The thoughts of the future. The fear of what would happen if things went wrong. He understood—hell, he could get in serious trouble too. Not as badly as her, but they could throw him in jail for loving on a Black woman in such a time. But if it meant just a few moments with her, then that’d be just fine.

“I-“ he cleared his throat. “I got a tune for ya.” He prepared to stand to his feet to mess with the radio inside of his car. A slow tune came on—I Only Have Eyes for You. She smiled softly. A classic in her house.

The moon may be high…

He crouched down to take her hand in his but was halted by a quick kiss upon his lips. His baby blues landed on her bashful face.

Cynthia sat on her knees, twiddling with her fingers. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth and her eyes looked everywhere but him. She wanted to do it, but suddenly felt nervous now that she’d done it. Especially, after all the negative thoughts that were in her head about the situation. Could he blame her for it, though?

But, I can’t see a thing in the sky…

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without as—“He silenced her with a kiss. He moved close to her body, laying her back against the picnic blanket. His hands trailed up her exposed calf and around her thigh to spread them. She took the initiative to hike her dress up just slightly, so he’d have room to slot his body between her legs.

I only have eyes for you…

She was grateful for the night as a curtain and the song on the radio to disguise them. She’d been damned if someone saw her laying on her back, a moaning mess for a man she hardly knew. Her mother would be so disappointed. But in the moment, her mother be damned. Her focus was his lips on her collarbone and his hands underneath her skirt.

Cynthia’s breaths were heavy as he continued to touch her. There was an aching that she was desperate for him to satisfy, yet she was unsure how to go about it. She lowered her eyes and found him staring at her. A small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“What’s wrong, mama?“

That nickname pulled a whimper from her throat. “I—I want,” she stammered, embarrassed by the request that she so desperately needed to be obliged. His teasing hands wandered further up her leg, the junction between her hip and thigh. Fingertips ghosted over her cotton panties and she jumped. “Touch me, please.”

Ding, ding, ding! There it was. He smiled mischievously and placed a chaste kiss upon her mouth before lowering himself down her body. His left hand clutched the skirt of her dress and he pulled it over his head. Cynthia raised an eyebrow.

“What are you—oh, goodness.”

She’d never been touched in such a way. She’d tried to please herself before, but it was an uncomfortable feeling. But what she was experiencing with him, was electrifying. With every swipe of his tongue against her sensitivity and with every dip of his finger inside her honeypot, she was electrified.

Her songs of pleasure fell upon his accepting ears. He loved how she sounded. Like a sweet angel singing his praises. Through heavy eyelids, he admired her condition. Perspiration gathering at her temple, sighs falling from her lips, hands carding through his raven hair. Ravishing. He hummed against her and her legs shook.

Cynthia chanted his name like a mantra and it sent him over the edge. He pulled away from her and crawled up her figure, her body shaking from such a new experience. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear to calm her down, his pace staying the same. She moaned gently at the pressure from his hips against her sensitivity.

“You alright, baby?” he murmured into her neck. Cynthia nodded and grabbed his face in her hands, exchanging a sloppy kiss. She smiled at the newfound taste.

“I’m alright.”

“How’s that for dirty dancin’?” A goofy smile played on her lips to which Cynthia responded with a giggle. She brushed fallen pieces of his hair away from his eyes and smiled.

“Perfect.”

#black authors #austin butler x reader #just a little something #austin butler #austin butler x black reader #austin butler x black!reader #austin butler fic #austin!elvis x reader #elvis movie #elvis x reader

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

YN The Hunter:

Dealing with Gon and Killua pt. ✌🏻

Hunter Hunter characters x gn! Reader

Warnings: Ging 🙄; Gon being a himbo in the making, Killua being a turd, so much swearing

A/N: A part two was requested and since I have absolutely zero impulse control, I shall spinkle the feed for headcanons for everyone to enjoy 🥰

Are you cursed YN?

I think you're definitely cursed

Because literally as soon as you got rid of Gon and Killua you almost instantly got them back 🙄

It’s like you are the magnet and Gon is the metal

And with Gon comes Killua so too bad so sad Yn

The Bain of your existence, Ging 😌, is always causing you trouble

Literally man’s will pawn his kid off on anyone at this point

Like how did he keep Gon alive as a baby? There’s just no way, NO WAY

Anyways 🙄

He probably sent you some cryptic message telling you to meet him in the Greed Island Game

He said, and I quote, "meet me in Greed Island, I've got something for you"

You knew it was a trap but a small part of yourself was like, “you know what? Maybe he’s changed? I should give him a shot!”

Because that’s how you are, you give people second chances!

It’s a pipe dream Yn, that bitch ain’t ever gonna change

Honestly how gullible are you because the literal minute you step foot inside the game you hear it

"AHHHHH YNS HERE :D"- Gon

Killua is literally walking behind him being all tough and stuff 🙄

You 👉🏻😐🙄 you can not be serious rn

This is what you get for giving people a second chance Yn

Biscuit is accompanying them and she looks exhausted

“Hello Gon, Killua, Biscuit, it’s nice to see you all,” you deadpan, “can’t believe you’re all here.”

So shocked 🙄

“I’m here to find my dad!” Gon says :D

“I’m here to help Gon,” Killua adds

“At this point, I don’t know why I’m here,” Biscuit chimes in

“Well it looks like Ging sent me to help you again boys so let’s get to it,” you say as Gon’s eyes light up 🤩

“Did you finally get your hunter license?” You say looking at Killua as he glares

“You wanna go?” He says as you smirk, Gon holding him back

You 👉🏻😐🙄

Well, at least, while you’re here you might as well play the elusive game that Ging developed right

Man has enough time to develop games but not enough time to raise his kid 🤨 ight-

Anyways, you manage to help Gon and Killua began to master there Nen Techniques

Since Gon is enhancement, you help him develop his jajanken

Which honestly is beyond fitting for a future himbo imma just put it out there 😂

Seriously it’s literally a rock, paper, scissors move which seems simple to others

But when you have explosive powers like Gon 👀

Literally this boy is beyond easy to train

“Gon you need to bottle up more strength,” you say

Gon 👉🏻 Ok Yn : D

“Gon stop holding back!” You preach

Gone 👉🏻 Got it YN : D

Killua on the other hand is good at Transmutation

Which lends excellent to his absolute to use electricity to disable his opponents

This boy really has a thing for cause harm 😬

But like given his upbringing, it’s not surprising honestly

Killua is kind of a pain in the ass, literally the kind of kid that would rather do things on his own

Like he’s teachable but he’s stubborn

“Killua you need to listen to me,” you say, trying to teach the feral child

Killua 👉🏻 Y tho 🤨

You 👉🏻 *rethinks entire life*

Unsurprisingly, you manage to survive and finish the game

Like ok- this was fun but you really need to be going now

“Ok welp, you guys, I best be on my way, so many hunter things to accomplish like finding Gon’s dad and ringing his neck,” you say ✌🏻

Then Gon has an absolutely fantastic idea because why not!

“Hey Yn! We are going to see Ging right now!!! Why don’t you come with us!” Gon :D

You 👉🏻 😐 this feels like a trap…

“But it’s not YN, see!” He says and him and Killua explain their amazing idea

You nod, kind of stunned that they would think of such an ingenious plan

“Alright but listen Gon, when I see Ging I’m get the first punch got it?!?” You say

Gon is just like “sure whatever I get to see my dad :D”

Killua is like excited because YNbis about to hand Ging an ass kicking

Once they bid fairwell to Biscuit, they head off in search of Ging

When you are transported, you arrive in a swap like area and you instantly know….

“SON OF A BITCH!” You scream as Gon and Killua look at you

Suddenly, some crazy ass ant comes out of now where, biting Killua

All hell breaks loose for like .05 seconds and then he appears

“Oh hey Yn, what are you doing here?” Kite asks as you glare at him

“Oh nothing just hanging out with my two wards,” you say, rolling your eyes as you plop down on the ground

“Well I’m glad you’re here Yn because, you see, I could really use your help,” he says

“Oh really now…” 👀

#hunter x hunter headcanons #hunter hunter #hunter x hunter fanfic #hunter x hunter #kite hxh #gon hxh #killua hxh #gon hunter x hunter #killua hunter x hunter #hxh ging #ging freecss #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #kite #hxh spoilers #hxh hcs #hxh fluff #hxh headcanons #ging hxh #hxh #hxh manga #hxh gon #hxh 2011 #hxh killua #hxh fandom #hunter hunter headcanons #hxh bisky #hxh biscuit

[shojislady]

2. PISSBABY TSUKISHIMA

"BYE MA!! LOVE YOU TOO! SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL!" y/n screamed out as she shut the door behind her. today was the day that y/n started school at karasuno high. she wasn't nervous, not at all. y/n never had any trouble making friends. she was an outgoing person and was easy to get along with.

(lol imagine)

beginning her walk to school, she decided to text the group chat to see how everyone was doing. the gc was originally made by the twins and y/n for chaotic reasons, but sooner or later they actually used the group chat for important reasons like planning or just occasionally checking up on each other.

'i miss them, but I'm gon beat them up when i see them. wanna act all tough cuz I'm 10 ½ hours away. just wait till i visit them.' y/n thought.

this is basically the format for each conversation that happens. y/n going into the group chat to check up on everyone to make sure they're okay, then the twins start ganging up on her until kyoya gets annoyed and tells them to stfu because he's trying to relax and he can't silence his phone. it was funny because when they got back to school, she would pretend like nothing ever happened and continued to flirt with kyoya.

"oh, there's the school!" she pointed out to literally no one. there were a bunch of students flooding in the gate. "gauh LEE.. that's a lot of damn people.”

she continued her slow pace to the school, not really caring about what time she got there, as long as she was before lunch. she was gonna be a bit late, either way, seeing as she had to go to the front office for her schedule.

"well, time to go beast mode." #alpha

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"All right Ms. l/n, welcome to our class! go sit behind yamaguchi. Yams! raise ur hand!" the teacher yelled out. y/n had gotten to school on time, but joined the rest of the students during their third class, since the VP took her on a small tour of the school after giving her the schedule.

she scanned through the sea of students to see a timid-looking boy raising his hand. he was cute, and looked to be a few inches taller than y/n. he had freckles and a nice mop of green hair standing on top of his head. if his face was red, he'd be a human strawberry.

with her black and blonde faux locs swaying behind her, she went to sit in her newly designated seat behind the boy who was now known as yamaguchi. she pulled out a notebook and opened it to a blank page, which was deemed useless seeing that she had already learned what was being taught.

bored, she pulled out her headphones, opening spotify, she pulled up her chill playlist, she clicked shuffle play, smiled, and relaxed a bit seeing the first song that came up. it was ' Big Poppa - the notorious b.i.g'. it was one of her favorite songs to chill to.

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"hey, it's time for science... " was what y/n heard as she removed her headphones. it was yams, telling her that it's time for the next subject.

now that she had the slight chance to talk to him, she decided to say what had been on her mind for when she saw him.

"thanks. y'know, you're really cute by the way. you look like someone i'd accidentally bump into in the street and u'd apologize and i'd say "no really its all my fault" then start talking to much cuz i got nervous. that's a compliment by the way."

'...what?' yams was shocked yet confused. he wasn't used to out of the blue compliments like that, or really at all. especially not from girls, and a really attractive one at that. but aside from the initial shock, why the fuck was it so specific and detailed?

"oh! uhm- thank you! you're really pretty yourself!"

"thank you! and thanks for waking me up! wanna be friends?"

"oh, no problem. and sure!! "

'that was odd...' tadashi thought to himself as he turned to face front. "damn, that was quick, yamaguchi" his childhood friend, tsukishima, teased. "im surprised you didn't stutter ur ass off.”

tsukishima kei was a very tall individual. he had short, blonde hair and was more on the thinner, lanky side.

"oh piss off tsuki, ur just mad that i talked to the pretty new girl before you, loser." yams shot back.

(bozo😹👎🏽 take this L tsuki🤡 )

"whatever😒😒"

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"hi yams! hi yams' friend! what are we doing now?" y/n asked. the bell had just rung, and y/n was too lazy to pull out her schedule.

"hi l/n! this is tsukishima! its lunchtime right now so we're heading to the cafeteria!!" he replied with a small smile on his face.

"BOOO!! the cafeteria sucks ass. that's why I always ate in the club room." y/n complained with a big ole thumbs down.

although she was pretty extroverted, she didn't like all the extra loud noise and nosy people. there are some hating ass hoes back at Ouran, but she couldn't give less of a fuck. all they ever did was talk shit because they were jealous of her relationship with the hosts, but she knew it was part of the deal when she became friends with them.

"wah wah, cry me a river. either sit with us or not, jeez." blabbered smart- ass tsuki.

"actually, you're in luck! we and a few others are all going to meet and eat lunch in the gym to go over some stuff for our club, you can join if you want!" yams offered.

she happily accepted the offer and continued to walk along with them to the cafeteria, then to the gym where they would eat. they stopped by the vending machine for y/n, because her thirsty ass drank all her water before lunch, now craving a nice refreshing beverage to wash down the curry she's about to fuck up.

after a few more short minutes of walking, they had finally reached the gym and heard arguing coming from the inside, not knowing that the moment she steps into that gym, she'd be going on a wild trip.

taglist: open and empty

guys.. dont be mad at me ik i missed my deadline☹️☹️

but im thinkin..

should i still write the beach episode for ouran? i have a few ideas for it but idk..

LEMME GO UPDATE THE OTHER BOOK

#ouran host club #ouran high school host club #ohshc hikaru #ohshc kyoya #ohshc x reader #ohshc mori #ohshc anime #ouran honey #ouran tamaki #black reader #haikyuu x poc!reader #haikyuu smau #haikyuu #crossover #karasuno

[thedarkestgreys]

"don't go. stay" FEXI 🥺

“Baby, yo’ moms is gon’ murk my ass if she finds me here,” her boyfriend whispers as Lexi helps him climb in through her bedroom window.

It’s just after two o’clock in the morning, Suze is asleep in her bedroom down the hall and Lexi is taking advantage of Cassie still being off at college. Deep down she knows Fezco has a point - her moms really taken to him over the last year but that doesn’t mean she’d be too keen on Lexi sneaking him in through her window.

Despite the fact she’s dating a drug dealer, Lexi’s never really done anything bad. Always a good girl, always following the rules and with the end of her Senior year of high school on the horizon, she feels justified in throwing some caution to the wind. It’s not like she’ll get grounded for this - her mom knows they’re having sex, she’s the one that made sure Lexi got on birth control pretty much as soon she walked back in the house after their first date last year, all heart eyes and giddy excitement over a boy for the first time ever.

“Only if we get caught,” she murmurs, sliding the window pane back down and flicking the lock.

Fezco sits on her little loveseat in order to take his Jordan’s off, untying the shoes before carefully placing them beside the end of her bed. His black beanie comes off next, tossed carelessly on to the seat beside him as he slips the heavy chain he wears outside his hoodie off, before removing that item as well. Lexi leans back against the metal baseboard of her twin sized bed, her sheep printed sleep set exposing her long legs and midriff to her boyfriend's hungry gaze.

He can’t seriously be concerned about being caught when he’s looking at her like that, now can he?

“Guess I was wrong,” Fez gruffs a little laugh. “You gon’ kill me first Lex. How you out here lookin’ like a fuckin’ snack in sheep pajamas?”

Lexi looks down at her favorite night clothes and shrugs. Honestly, they’re probably due for retirement, since she’s been wearing them since seventh grade.

“They’re old,” she mutters, tugging the shorts down a little to cover her ass better. “If I had known you were coming over, I would have picked something different.”

Fezco quirks an eyebrow. “You the one that invited me up shorty.”

She feels her face flush. “Well yeah, after you said you were done working and nearby.”

Fezco hefts himself off the loveseat and closes the short gap between them swiftly, something almost predatory in his eyes as he presses her into the cool metal of her bed frame. His eyes stare down at her with a look that's equal parts lust and love and Lexi feels her knees grow weak.

“Just wanted to see you for a moment ma,” Fez rasps, voice hitting his lower register and instantly making her turn into goo. “Figured you’d sneak out the front door for a few minutes. Didn’t really think you’d have my ass climbin’ through yo’ window.”

Lexi gulps, Fezco’s mouth a hair's breadth away from hers. All she’d need to do is push up just slightly from where he has her caged against her bed in order to finally meet her mouth with his. Instead she remains frozen as her boyfriend lifts his hand to push her hair off her cheek, his large hand coming to rest firmly against the side of her neck.

“There a reason you invited me up, Lex?” he murmurs, lips barely brushing against hers.

Her reasoning hadn’t been all innocent, to be frank. Her uncomfortably wet panties were proof enough.

“I think you know,” she finally manages to whisper back, finding the strength to press herself up on her toes ever so slightly in order to capture his mouth with hers.

The hand resting against her neck instantly moves to grip to back of it, hauling her all the way up against him. Fezco parts her mouth with his tongue, Lexi allowing him to swallow down the moan she lets out.

He parts them with a harsh breath. “Gotta be a good girl and keep it quiet baby, or Imma have to go. I don’t wanna get you in trouble with Suze.”

Frantically Lexi shakes her head. “I’ll be a good girl,” she nearly begs, almost delirious with want. Lexi can feel the way Fezco’s hard cock is pressing into her lower stomach, and more than anything she’d like to feel it pressing into something else. “Don’t go. Stay. I can be quiet.”

Her boyfriend smirks down at her. “Doubt that girl, you get loud as fuck. But I’m down to give it a try if yo’ ass is.”

#bex writes things #Fexi #thank u nonny sry for the wait!