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hiiii i recently watched kanthony (the so called bridgerton show or whatever) and was wondering if u have any fic recs... 👉👈🤭

okay i litchrally have never compiled a list even tho ive been asked before bc i have read too many to keep them organized. but ill do it. Finally. for YOU.

first. my fav period setting fics <33:

tete a tete by caciopepebowl (14k~) this is REQUIRED reading to ME. its a quick read that explores kate and anthonys roles in their family. with an emphasis on KATE specifically bc of the additional hurdles of being a woman with limited funds. and anthony losing his mind on her behalf while shes breaking his heart by being like "the way i was treated was normal?? you dont know anything" and hes like "what? kate you deserved everything. you deserve ALL the love in the world!!" and shes all ">:( well if i do. you do too." . and hes like "oh. well...no. you see.. bc i suck" and shes like -_-. its really sweeeeeet and lovely <3) and really finally gave me the exploring of kates family issues that THE SHOW DID NOT!!!

the longest betrothal by caciopepebowl. (90k~) my FAVVVVV regency setting fic. its sooo good. its basically a continuation that fills in the gap AFTER they get engaged but BEFORE theyre married. and them trying SO hard to be normal about how in love they are lol. SO funny and sweet. and with IMMACULATE characterization

in vino veritas by wagamiller. (~10k) a one shot about kate going to a ladies society event and coming home drunk to anthony and him being soooo smitten with her. sauuuur cute. ive read this like 4 times <3

for reasons wretched and divine by penny_loaf. (~18k. locked fic. need an account.) basically kate and anthony get stuck in a time loop on that first day edwina is receiving suiters. they both think theyre alone in the loop and its depressing until they realize the other is stuck with them too. they try to break the loop and fail repeatedly. after a while they just give up and start fucking bc theres no consequences so who cares LOL. surprisingly tender and sweet

the harsh light of day by burnerraccount. (~22k. locked) explicit one shot. kate has the idea that they should fuck before they get married so theres less pressure on the wedding night. she decides all this without mentioning it to anthony (LOL). so she shows up at his house the night before their wedding. and his footman is like "theres a woman outside to see you" and he in all his goofy almost-married bliss is like "i dont want to see Any woman but my gorgeous, beautiful, amazing WIFE" and his footman is like "well. you see.. it is your wife. uh fiance" and anthonys like "[voice crack] huh ?". very FUNNY

green in its many hues by burnerraccount. kate and anthony decide they are going to be chaste and proper leading up to their wedding. they suck at it SO bad lol

next. modern AUS my best friends <33:

la semi dolce vita by caciopepebowl (~170k) my FAVVVV modern au of ALL time. kate is a private chef. anthonys family hires her when they go on vacation. hes being so normal about it. i promise. this is one of the best characterizations of kate AND anthony in a modern setting. with an extra emphasis on focusing on kate issues. and not JUST anthonys. which is what makes the dynamic sooo good. 10/10. hot. and i love LOVE <3

close encounters of the acutest kind by caciopepebowl (WIP ~74k. only incomplete fic ill put on this list i PROMMY. bc its by the prev author. and i Looove their writing and its sooo good so far <3) kate and anthony meet for the first time the DAY her dad died which is also the SAME DAY hyacinth is born. theyre both having a panic attack and end up running into the same empty hospital room to have it. are then intrinsically linked forever. as one is. run into each other multiple times over the years. with different feelings each time. and they are so normal (lying) <3. i love them

chosen & cherished by trash4ficsaboutlurv. (~42k) this is so underrated. kate runs a charity organization. anthony is CEO of whatever the fuck. she goes to his company when theyre holding some audition for what charity theyre going to invest in and kate is the last speaker and when its finally her turn he doesnt even pay attention. and shes exhausted and overworked and just oveeeer it All. so she just ends the meeting and tells him to go fuck himself. LOL. genuinely really good. and hot <3

sidelines by ramarro. (~60k) this was THE quintessential kanthony modern AU in 2022. took a far fetched premise and somehow made it soooo good. and hot. and cute. kates an artist who sees a picture of anthony on tinder and thinks he looks obnoxious (lol) but screenshots the photo so she can use it for sketching practice. and then she see him and his grown ass on a date with her BABY sister. and shes like well i was right about him. and lets him know to his face how she feels (LOL). its wild. it slays. read it. theres an explicit follow up to it which also slays

three cities and we never lived here by ramarro. (~25k, ~40k) very different modern au where kate and anthony meet on vacation and are very casual with them both not looking for anything (genuinely for once lol) and then seeing each other multiple times over 2-3 years in different cities and still keeping it casual. but slowly slowly slowlyyyy it doesnt feel as casual as it used to. theres 2 fics in this. the first is kates pov. the second is anthony. both very good.

just go with it by suitsusboth. (~18k) kate when booking a flight sees the potential titles like ms, mrs, dr, and "viscountess" listed as a legit option and has a laugh like whos picking this goofy shit and accidentally clicks it. and then on her flight gets upgraded to first class next to anthony bc they assumed she was his wife. and he tries to be mad about it. but well. hes stupid for her in every universe so lol. funny and sweet

the air i breathe and the bane of my existance by the_loosest_moose. (image fic) these are textfics told through instagram, twitter, article and text message screenshots. with some regular text. would just check them out to gauge how you feel about the storytelling method. very fun reads once you get the hang of it

heirlooms by waterlilyrose. (~12k) modern au where kate gets anthonys ring stuck on her finger for days and has to wait to get it off. he is of course very normal about it

a devils love by irony_rocks. (~57k) this may not be for everyone but kanthony season came out around the same time as the batman (2022) and as someone who was crazy insane about both. this was the MOMENT for me in spring 2022. its a crime mafia type au where kates character is inspired by selina kyle and the pebble lounge where she worked in the batman movie. and well. if youre about that specific combo check it out. if you arent i wouldnt recommend this lmao. its not a batman au

break point (series) by penny_loaf. (multiple. ~25k) like prev this entire series gets kind of dark bc it really delves into the pressure of the world its set in. on TOP of the issues kate and anthony already have. i LOVED it. BUT also i am an ANGST and crazy, complicated characters STAN. which may not be the case for everyone.. but again very GORGEOUS to ME <3 and hot. LOL

take me home by kendal_lynne. (~12k) romcom type explicit one shot where kate makes the mistake of telling anthony her ex couldnt make her come. and hes all like i volunteer as tribute PLEASE PKLEASE PLEASE PICK ME CHOOSE ME PLWASEE etc

we never made a sound by writergirl8. (~4k) spy au that was soooooo good and sexy. i wish it was longer

with elaichi by serendipityinwords (~6k) the two biggest bitches at a dinner party find out they're soulmates. LOL. hilarious dialogue

theres probably more i loved that im not remembering rn and maybe ill update this but for now have fun! yippee <3

#to everyone who doesnt gaf sorry for this long ass post #to everyone who does care this took 3 HOURS dont ever say i never did anything for youuuyuyu!!!#bridgerton #kanthony fic #kanthony fanfiction #kanthony #LONG POST #bridgerton*

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fyodorloveclub · 7 months

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self-indulgent fyodor x gn!reader fluff because my heart is still so so broken :( no warnings! wc: 0.7k (divider by cafekitsune)

“I think that you and I would find each other in every universe.”

“Hmm?” your lover prods, pulling you closer against his chest and tipping your chin up with his finger. His violet eyes glowed in the waning light of the setting sun, slightly obscured by the raven fringe that swept across his forehead. “How do you mean?”

Taking advantage of the early summer weather and your approaching anniversary, you and Fyodor skipped work in favor of dedicating the day to your love. Starting with, of course, sleeping in, followed by a brunch you and him made together, visiting your favorite art museum, and ending the day with a picnic in a sprawling field within a nearby nature preserve.

It was like a movie, the way he hand-fed you strawberries and kissed away the juice that trickled down the corners of your lips with the laugh you could recognize anywhere. Prose and poetry danced off Fyodor’s lips as he read from the tote bag full of books you had lugged with you, reading stories of immortalized love and poems ignited by insurmountable passion as you laid your head in his lap. A few Russian novels had snuck their way into the collection as well, Fyodor gracing you with the heightened level of elegance and finesse in his voice as he spoke in his native tongue.

But now the two of you, pleasantly exhausted from the day, lie on the blanket laid out in the grass, surrounded by sprouts of baby’s breath and daisies in the cozy drowsiness of a summer haze.

You take the opportunity to press the gentlest of kisses against his warm lips, and he smiles softly as he returns the gesture. “I mean that… I don’t think there’s any version of us in any world, in any universe, in any timeline that don’t find each other. That never feel the touch of the other.”

Warmth blooms in Fyodor’s chest and spreads to each of his limbs, painting a rosy red on his cheeks that only you have ever been able to put there. “And why do you say that, my love?”

“Because… I just know it. Our souls are intertwined. Don’t you feel it?”

It makes sense in your head. The way you perfectly compliment each other. The way you felt like you’d known him your whole life the second you met him. The tilt of his head and the almost mischievous spread of his lips felt like those of an old friend, and you hadn’t even known his name yet. And in that moment, too, you already knew you’d know him forever.

And yet, you weren’t two halves of a whole. You always found that expression to be reductive. To insinuate you were incomplete people without each other was incorrect – you would always be you, and Fyodor would always be Fyodor. But you made each other… better. More complete.

“Your handprint is forever burned on my soul, Fyodor,” you explain.

“I feel it,” he nods, answering your question from earlier as locks of your hair twirl between his fingers. “Like the roots of a thousand-year-old tree curl around each other and cement themselves into the earth, I feel it.” His hands leave your hair in favor of intertwining your fingers together, as if to illustrate his point.

I fear we are stuck, you and I,” he chuckles, and you giggle along too.

“For better or for worse,” you say. “In every universe.”

“Through heaven and hell, and everything in between, above, or below. I’ll find you, my darling.”

The sun had finally dipped below the horizon now, casting your lover in a faint glow that made him seem ethereal, almost angelic. Your free hand, the one not enveloped in his, came to touch the delicate, porcelain skin of his cheek.

“You promise, Fedya? That you’ll find me?”

“I swear.”

#fyodor x reader #fyodor fluff #bsd x reader #fyodor x you #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader

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wishcamper · 3 months

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Nesta, Interrupted: gendered perceptions of alcoholism in ACOSF

CW: addiction, sexual assault, gendered violence.

Creds: I’m a licensed counselor with a degree specialization in treating addiction. I have career experience with multiple modes of mental health, trauma, and substance use treatment in women-specific carceral, institutional, and healthcare settings. And I know anyone can come on the internet and say that, but I pinky promise.

The short version:

ACOSF stigmatizes alcoholism in line with cultural standards.

Western culture feels differently about female and male alcoholics due to systemic sexism, and thus treats them differently.

Women’s experience of alcoholism is often compounded by or even a result of systemic factors and intersectional identity.

Nesta’s treatment in ACOSF, while repugnant, is in many ways very accurate of attitudes today.

(I’ll be using “women/men” and “male/female” to denote cis afab and amab people. Little research exists on the experiences of queer, nonbinary and gender expansive considerations in addiction and recovery, which is a fuckin’ shame. Studies are also largely conducted with white participants due to enormous barriers to treatment for Black, Indigenous, and people of color, so this convo is inherently incomplete where it neglects those intersections.)

Okay, first things first: ACOSF is a book that stigmatizes alcoholism. I will not be taking questions.

The number one thing to understand is that in America, land of Miss Sarah, we are very bad at addiction treatment (tx). Why? Because our culture hates addicts has as stigma around addiction. And female alcoholics bear a very specific set of stigmas based in their identity.

In Susanna Kaysen’s memoir Girl, Interrupted , Kaysen’s character is institutionalized following a non-fatal suicide attempt. When evaluated, she’s diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, that bastion of diagnoses perfect for people (75% of whom are female-identified) who don’t fit into our polite definition of functioning. As the book unfolds, she reflects on how (white) women are often pathologized when they buck against systems of oppression that create the dysfunction in them in the first place. That is not to say other women in the institution are not genuinely in need of help, nor that mental illness in women is always from a systemic wound. But it’s crucial in the treatment of female addiction and mental health disorders to considered the systemic factors of gendered violence and patriarchy, and the attitudes we hold about women who struggle with drinking.

Think about female alcoholics in media. If she’s young, she’s a loose, reckless sl*t looking for trouble and deserving of the reality check when she finds it (Amy Schumer in Trainwreck, Lindsay Lohan in general). Or if the woman are older, they are discarded, or gross, or pathetic, or evil like anyone Faye Dunaway played or Eminem’s mom in 8 Mile (deep cut lol). Men are afforded a much larger spectrum of experiences and struggles - Ernest Hemingway, Leaving Las Vegas, Sideways, the dude from A Star is Born, Frank from Shameless (brilliant), frat boys, blue collar workers, introspective tortured artists, fucking IRON MAN. I could go on forever, but I hope that illustrates the depth and diversity of male-centric stories of alcoholism not often afforded to women.

One of the most empathetic and accurate portrayals of female alcoholism, in my opinion, is in the show Sharp Objects (the book, too, but actually witnessing it makes a difference). We see Amy Adams’ Camille swig vodka from an Evian bottle while fending off vicious, veiled attacks from her verbally and emotionally abusive mother and experiencing flashbacks of teenage sexual assault. We watch her struggle to find emotional safety in her conservative hometown, both wanting to fit in and get out in order to survive. We GET why she drinks and I have trouble blaming her for it even as she wreaks havoc on herself and others. We can see her clawing just to make it out alive, and alcohol is the tool she’s using to do it, for better or worse.

Which is where Nesta enters the chat. When we get our first glimpse of her alcohol use is ACOFAS, it’s portrayed as something everyone knows about but that she’s still mostly keeping it together - her dress is clean, her hair is neatly braided, she doesn’t need a chaperone to show up to a family event. The deterioration between ACOFAS and ACOSF is alarming, and we know that alcoholism is a progressive condition so that tends to happen. Was there a particular trigger? That’s hard to say. Solstice certainly didn’t help, especially with the pressures to perform and conform to the standards of the Inner Circle aka the people in power. I imagine seeing her sisters bouncey and reveling in the world that stole them and killed their father was probably.. tough, to say the least. The barge party seems to be a turning point as well, though this one is more confusing to me. But given the child abuse, extreme poverty, sexual assault, kidnapping, bodily violation, witnessing her father’s murder, almost dying, WAR - and that’s not even to mention essentially becoming a refugee - it would be amazing if she DIDN’T drink. She 100% has complex trauma, and is looking for ways to cope.

No one with full capacity dreams of becoming an addict when they grow up. Addiction, in my professional and personal experience, is largely a strategy for coping with a deeper wound. People don’t drink to feel bad. They drink to feel good, and to survive. Nesta herself is drinking to survive, but it’s having the unfortunate side effect of killing her at the same time. As she slides into active addiction, the thought of her own death may even be comforting, and alcohol in that way is her friend. (There's some interesting research right now framing addiction as an attachment disorder, but I don't know enough to speak on it much.)

So she obviously needs help. That’s not a debate. What is a debate is how the IC should best go about intervening. A variation on the Johnson method is used in ACOSF (the one from the show Intervention) and appears to be successful only because they threaten her if she doesn’t comply. This method has mixed data to support it, and while it’s very good at getting people into tx, there is a higher relapse rate for those who receive it (1). The “family” gathers and tells her the ways she’s hurt them and tell her the consequences if she doesn’t seek the help they’re offering. And again, so many of their reason are the effects on THEM, how she’s making THEM look, not her pain.

The IC’s ignorance and dismissal of her alcoholism in ACOSF is frankly mystifying. Why do they intervene on all the drinking and sexing, anyway? It seems like they’ve been fine enough with it up to this point. But now it's gone too far, not because of her illness but because she is embarrassing them. And I don’t know about you, but between Cassian apparently fucking half of Velaris and Mor’s heavily documented emotional drinking, that’s hard to square. It makes it feel much more likely that they don’t like the way she is coping, that she is not fitting into their picture of who she’s supposed to be. This picture is inherently gendered, because Prythian society and those who live in it have explicit and implicit expectations of gender roles, whether they’ll admit it or not. Cassian and Mor are playing their roles well; Nesta is not.

That leads me to believe it is NOT all about her, but the systemic and internal factors influencing their perception of her and the ways she’s struggling. It’s distasteful to them for her, a female, to be deteriorating this publicly, despite the fact that her very identity makes it harder for her to function in the patriarchy of Prythian. We hear almost exclusively about sexual violence against women, aside from 2 male characters. Past or present assault of women is a major plot point on multiple occasions (Mor, Gwyn, Nesta, Emerie, Rhysands mom and sister, the lady of autumn, Cassians mom, Azriels mom, I could go on). But something about the way Nesta is contending with that is unacceptable, and I believe it’s because she’s not trying to cover up her dysfunction. In prythian, we keep these things hidden- Mor’s assault is never processed in full, Azriel’s mom seems to be alone at Rosehall, priestesses are literally hidden inside a mountain for centuries. Women process trauma alone and in the dark, but Nesta is in the light and she is loud. She is refusing to hide her problems, and the IC don’t like that, whether they realize it or not.

So why don’t the IC understand this? Like I said earlier, as a culture we hate addicts, or what they stand for, in very much the same way I think we hate people experiencing homelessness. We convince ourselves it was a series of bad choices that led someone where they are, choices we would never make because we are smart, smarter than them. We believe are more in control than that. We can prevent bad things from happening to us because we are good, because we are better than whoever it’s happening to. But the reality is almost ALL of us are one hospital stay away from homelessness, just as all of us are one trauma away from addiction. And with female addicts, we have another layer of expecting women to only struggle nicely and quietly, or to go away. Intersectional factors are at play here, too: white women are much more likely to have alcoholism attributed to mental health and trauma factors, where people of color often suffer the same addiction being more associated with crime. You can imagine how that plays out differently.

So what is the effect of all this? Gendered expectations lead to not only external stigma around addiction and tx, but also to internalized stigma which can limit willingness to seek tx. (2) Many social forces encourage women to drink and discourage them from telling anyone. Factors such as poverty, family planning, access to education, racial discrimination, and location can make services harder to access. Internally, women are more likely to enter treatment with less confidence in their ability to succeed, but report more strengths and more potential to grow recovery strengths during and following tx. For men, the pattern is reversed (3). And women have more successful tx episodes overall when gendered considerations are a part of the design and implementation of services (4). For Nesta, the effect is that she’s forced into treatment and copes by having hate sex with her ex and changing herself to conform to her family’s expectations while the House and the Valkyrie’s actually take care of her. I do not see how Sarah drew the line from there to recovery, I truly don’t. If anything, she recovers in spite of the ICs intervention, not because of it.

In summary, Nesta Archeron deserved better. Nesta deserved the same compassion the book gives to men who are struggling, and it’s a reflection of not just the book’s culture but the author’s culture that she doesn’t get it. Female alcoholics are worthy of treatment that integrates their identities, as those identities are often essential factors contributing to their addiction. What's shown in ACOSF is a reality many women live, and they shouldn't have to.

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Groshkova T, Best D, White W. The Assessment of Recovery Capital: Properties and psychometrics of a measure of addiction recovery strengths. Drug Alcohol Rev. 2013;32(2):187–94.

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#nesta archeron #pro nesta #alcoholism #mental health #sexism #acotar #acosf #stigma #rehabilitation #prythian university #sjm critical

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It's actually so disappointing that Naruto's narrative took the route that it did. Kishimoto created an incredibly interesting world and premise, and ruined it by having everything amount to a shallow message of forgiveness that undermines almost every meaningful element in the story. And it's like,, I want to appreciate the world outside of the plot, but the moral framing of the story makes it virtually impossible because of how disingenuous it is. It completely undermines the audience's understanding of the tragedy and horror of the world so that Naruto becoming Hokage and being the most powerful person in the world by the end doesn't come across as distasteful as it actually is.

Like it's made abundantly clear throughout the story that the village system, and Shinobi society as a whole, is incredibly flawed. Kishimoto goes out of his way to show us that Konoha's council is made up of objectively horrible people. We see first hand how the council's short-sighted ideas of what 'protecting the village' means results in devastating tragedy for people both in Konoha and outside of it. It's clear in how Danzo and the rest of the council act that their atrocious behaviour is them just blatantly abusing their power to maintain their authority. The council has no remorse in anything they do; human experimentation, genocide, slavery, and blatant exploitation is all fair game to them if it preserves their status quo. And instead of maybe, like, addressing Konoha's skewed morality in a sensible way and setting the village up for reform, the narrative just tries forcing the audience to perceive Konoha's genuinely heinous actions as necessities. Which, you know, will work when you're like 8, but once you've grown up and developed some reading comprehension and critical thinking,,, it just feels annoyingly manipulative.

At its core, Naruto is a story that attempts to deconstruct morality. Like this is abundantly clear in how Kishimoto is constantly paralleling the dichotomy of good and evil literally every chance he gets. In the end though, this dichotomy just doesn't work in the context of the Naruto story because the narrative framing of the village being the good guys is just hysterically ridiculous. Konoha is an awful place, that does awful things, and is run by awful people that refuse to change anything because it benefits them for the village to remain awful forever. To anyone with a developed sense of media literacy the village cannot in any way be framed as morally good, so when the story resolves itself with Naruto becoming next in line to govern Konoha under the same unchanging authoritarian regime, with the same council supporting him because of his sheer physical prowess and complete dedication to their twisted ideology,,, it's honestly just an incredibly underwhelming conclusion to a story that made itself out to be more profound than it actually is.

If I had to guess, I imagine Kishimoto just didn't think through how negatively the world he created would reflect on the plot. Ultimately though, you can't write a moral story that's so deeply entrenched in real world social inequity and decide halfway through that because you don't know how to fix these things your story's going to have to be about how they're actually okay to be doing and perpetuating,,, like that is awful and also a terrible lesson to impart on an audience of children. With how serious the issues are in Shinobi society, trying to resolve things with the power of friendship was always going to fall flat. These broad scale injustices can't be brushed aside in that way without undermining their severity and diminishing the understandable impact they had on the characters that experienced such extreme oppression. That's essentially the trap that Naruto's conclusion falls into though, and so the story just ends up feeling incomplete and unfulfilling because none of the issues brought up are actually addressed or discussed with the gravity they deserve.

#i guess kishimoto was hoping the aliens would distract us or something #i love the naruto world but i can't stand the pro-konoha rhetoric like it's just so bad #anti konoha #anti naruto ending #anti shinobi system #pro uchiha #pro sasuke uchiha #pro neji hyuuga

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galvanizedfriend · 2 months

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Klaroline Fanfiction Masterlist

It's been a minute since I last updated my masterlist so I decided to go ahead and start a new one. Yokan // ▪ Multi-chapters

. The Wolf Series [I, II, III and Outtakes - Incomplete] When Caroline wakes up shackled, powerless and very far away from Mystic Falls, she knows she's in serious trouble. But when a woman named Sophie Deveraux reveals the reason why she's been kidnapped and taken to New Orleans, she realizes things are far worse than she could've ever imagined.

[The Originals rewriting where Caroline is a witch and gets pregnant with Klaus' child. Seasons 1, 2 and 3 complete, season 4 coming.]

. Vice and Virtue [6/6 - Complete] As the second son of a Duke, Klaus Mikaelson has the means and all the time in the world to indulge in every manner of wild activity with very little respect for the regiment of polite society. That is until his brother decides he's had enough of his vulgar ways and gives him an ultimatum. Caroline Forbes is a young debutante in search of true love and adventure. Except her aunt wishes for her to marry a somber Viscount who's already buried three wives. When their paths cross, they realize they might yet strike a deal that could satisfy their relatives and benefit them both.

[AH Regency!AU inspired by Bridgerton and a dozen other period novels I have been reading lately.]

. Pedulum [2/2 - Complete] This is what Klaus Mikaelson knows: death isn't the end for him. From the moment he is brought into the world to his final shuddering breath, Klaus' life is pretty much the same as everyone else's. The difference lies in what happens after he dies: he goes right back to the beginning, a child in London with the memory of dozens of lives lived before. Nothing ever really changes, including the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he can never save Caroline Forbes' life for too long.

[AH/soulmates!AU with a slight magical twist. Technically a one-shot, chapter 2 is just an alternate ending.]

. We'll Always Have New Orleans [3/15 - Incomplete] Caroline wakes up in a world where everything looks exactly the same, only nothing really is. For starters, she's no longer a vampire, and no one else in Mystic Falls has ever heard of witches, vampires or werewolves - no one except for Klaus, who woke up just as human and twice as angry about it. Their search for answers and a way out takes them all the way to New Orleans, and Caroline could never anticipate how much this crazy fake world was about to alter her reality forever.

[Canon-divergence!AU. Set right after TVD 4x18.]

. Speed Dating [3/4 - Incomplete] Klaus is having a bad month, so Caroline decides it's a great idea to drag him along to a round of Speed Dating. Other men in the room do not approve.

AH/AU fluff that was inspired by an episode of House (yes, it is fluff, I promise).

. Gasoline [2/2 - Complete] "He doesn't apologize, of course he doesn't. He doesn't care. He calls everyone love. It's not meant to mean anything. Except it did, once, and it makes Caroline's stomach churn away inside, as she feels Klaus crawling underneath her skin like he never left at all. I've still got you."

AH/Band!AU. Two years after Klaus walked out on his band - on her -, Caroline finds herself in her least favorite place on earth - New Orleans. She really did try to stay away from him, escaping an event just to keep off his radar. He finds her anyway.

. Like It's Christmas Again [2/2 - Complete] As Christmas approaches, Caroline Forbes, a New York-based event planner, is sent to a quaint small town in Virginia to organize their holiday festival. But her plans are momentarily hindered by the presence of Klaus Mikaelson, the Mayor's brother and a grumpy billionaire lacking in any holiday spirit, who's in town to close the sale of his family's manor - the charming estate she was hoping to use as a venue.

[AKA that time when I committed Christmas fic. AU/AH inspired by a Hallmark movie, I kid you not.]

. Spin [5/5 - Complete] Since she was seven years old, Caroline Forbes has been preparing herself to become President of the United States. But before she gets to the Oval Office, she needs to win the election for senior student president at the prestigious Saint Sebastian High - which would be in the bag if only goddamn Klaus Mikaelson hadn't decided to run against her.

[AH/AU lovers-to rivals-to-lovers The Politician!AU where everyone takes school elections way more seriously than they should.]

. How Far I'd Go [2/2 - Complete for now] Set in TVD S6/TO S2. Unable to control Caroline after she turns her humanity off, Stefan reaches out to the only person he can think of for help.

[Slices of moments of Klaus in Mystic Falls while Caroline has her humanity off.] ▪ One-shots

. The Sound of Settling Klaus hates his job at Mikaelson & Sons. He hates wearing a suit. He also hates his brothers constantly butting into his life. Everything will be better once he gets his much desired transfer to the New York branch. Caroline Forbes is the owner of Mystic Café, and when Klaus accidentally wanders into her coffee shop, his whole perspective changes. [AH/Coffee Shop!AU where Klaus is a lawyer. Fluffity Fluff. Lots of Mikaelsons and some Carenzo friendship.] . The Witch Queen Caroline always knew she was different. She was keyed into her own otherness very early on. Strange things happened around the Forbes women. Her mother never really had to spell it out to her, give it a name. Caroline could always sort of feel it, and then at some point the feeling blossomed into comprehension, and comprehension hardened into fact. And with that came an altogether different kind of certainty: this was not a secret she'd be able to keep forever. One day, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, everyone would find out. And when they did, they would come for her.

. Worst Things Have Happened Klaus Mikaelson is a prince with a very dark secret that threatens to destroy his family's legacy. Caroline Forbes is a sorceress whose job is to make sure his secret remains buried. But would it hurt him to put some clothes on? [Royal!AU, with a magical twist.] . The Unexpected Grace of Falling Apart The whole incident was bound to go down as a funny anecdote to be shared among friends, a Oh, you think you've had the worst hook-up ever? Hold my beer kind of story. Provided, of course, that she never had to see him ever and could just wipe him out of her life and memory for good. Given that they live in different time zones, it shouldn't be too much of a hassle.

That is precisely why Caroline is livid when she emerges from the arrivals area at Richmond airport to find Douchebag, in the flesh - sunglasses indoors and all, like the proper jerk that he is - holding up a sign that readsClarisse.

[AH/AU. It's Tyler's wedding weekend and Caroline is back in Mystic Falls for the first time after the most traumatic and depressing year of her life. And it's about to get even worse as she's made to share breathing space with Klaus, The Worst Guy Ever. Except they might have to join forces to save the wedding, and to the discovery that things might not be what the seem. As Caroline teeters on the edge of a breakdown she'd been trying very hard to conceal, an unexpected savior appears to help her through the haze.]

. love, the monster's got me now [Canon compliant. Set in TVD S03E09 Homecoming.]

"Don't run," he says calmly, sounding almost bored, but with a clear warning. "I'm in the mood for a chase. Little spoiler: you can't outrun me." His eyebrows twitch up when he finally turns around to face her, lips curling into an amused grin. "Tyler's girl," he states, gesturing towards the now empty yard. "You missed out on the celebrations, I’m afraid."

[Or: the missing Klaroline scene between "There's your pretty little girlfriend, Caroline" and "There's a whole world out there waiting for you." Klaus and Caroline meet after Homecoming.]

. When It's Gone Suddenly, Caroline hates how nice the bed feels. How soft the pillows are. How smooth and cool and expensive those goddamn sheets are against her skin. She hates the giddiness in her belly, like she's a stupid schoolgirl when she's not allowed to be one anymore. She hates how right the space between Klaus' arms felt, how easily she molded against him. His lips were as full and as soft as they looked, but his hands were gentler and more reverent than they had any right to be, and Caroline hates it. Hates it, hates it, hates it. She hates that it suits her, hates that she wants it, hates that none of it is hers to keep.

[Set after TVD S04E19 Pictures of You. Caroline hears about Klaus' impending departure after a mysterious letter and decides to have some words.] . Wishing Each Sigh Might Be the Last The first time she sees him, Caroline thinks he's an angel.

[Set in 1800s New Orleans. As Caroline lies dying, she prays for God to send help or end her torment and save her soul. She thinks an angel has come for her. But he's no angel at all.] . Feel the Madness Closing In Set in TO S3. Caroline is in New Orleans when Lucien and the Ancestors make a move against the Mikaelson family - and they know exactly who to target in order to get to Klaus. Paranoia sets in, sending him to a very dark place, and Caroline finally learns the price of being loved so profoundly by a monster. . Issues When Klaus' Hollywood career takes a down turn after a nasty divorce and a viral mug shot, his manager decides his life is not yet miserable enough, bringing in a PR company famous for its high-profile damage control cases.

[AH!AU where Klaus is a problematic movie star and Caroline is a PR agent with no time for his BS.] . Urban Legend "I hate myself for saying this, but I have to agree with Little Miss Sunshine," Caroline cuts in. "This is Whitmore. Nothing ever happens here. Least of all a possession that leads to a massacre of slasher movie proportions."

"Thank you, love," Klaus returns brightly. "Very flattering to be validated by you."

"Bite me, Klaus."

"Find me later, after my shift, and we can see to it," comes the shameless rejoinder.

[Or: Caroline tries to navigate life in college having the worst roommate ever, a douchebag who cannot take a hint and a nosy journalist whom she's definitely not attracted to. Never in a million years.]

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaus x caroline #klaroline fic #kc fanfiction #kcfic #kc fandom #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #the originals rewriting #the vampire diaries fanfiction #yokan writes #masterlist

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lizaluvsthis · 2 months

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Kisame

"I regret the things I did..."

Written by @lizaluvsthis

Inspiration from the song ' Kisame ' by Rhodessa

[Recommended song to listen to]

Summary- SMG4 finished his daily video and laid back down to his bed, he finds himself overthinking...

Note- Kisame in english means ceiling ^^

Chapter is only 1/1

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Pining, Angst/Self Comfort, Gay and Depression is real.

You opened this chapter and I won't say sorry once you did.

10:25 pm

SMG4 had finished editing his video, shutting off the lights and laying his back flat on the mattress.

Taking a huge breath from all the exhaustion he wasted on another brand new video, opening both of his eyes.

He began to stare at the ceiling for a while with a blank thought of his mind, trying to take a break after everything. Even how much he pushed out those problems, it kept bothering him anyway.

What was he supposed to do? SMG4 is a hard worker, to keep the fans entertained, worked out from his ass by 24/7 with every videos he'd make, he couldn't stop.

Oh, how he regretted every moment of that, how he hated himself, he could never say sorry. Even just a simple sorry was difficult enough to emphasize his own character.

What made it hard for him to apologize is that he couldn't say sorry to himself, never even forgive. He was selfish, a selfish man whose hopes are up to 'follow that dream' but he can't push all of those problems forever, he can't just forget about them because they were such a big deal when you're living.

He found it hard to accept, to live as a normal guy. He has such a big reputation to be in and yet he's stuck at some place built a castle with his name written on it.

He still has to pay, living a day in a world where you survive while time passes by... it's sad.

He wished he never existed in the first place, but what came in? Contents to make him keep alive, endless amounts of videos he'd make.

The passion he craved with, the goal he reached. He made it. What next?

What was his next goal? If he had everything to himself now, why did he feel so incomplete? Why did he feel lost? Something missing?

SMG4 knows that he'd already been miserable enough, why else would he be upset?

"We can make another!"

A memory echoed through his head, ears hearing this out from Three's voice were surreal.

Just seeing three by his side, was he actually telling the truth? Were they both really friends? Were the things he said are real? Did he ACTUALLY had that soft side that led him to open up his heart and spoke the whole thing?

Or was that all just to set him free and that none ever he said were true?

But if he did... then why else would Three help him even after and before?

If three considered him as a friend, friends always got their back. Like how Mario helped him, how every crew of his are like a family he never had.

SMG3 meant something... something special...

He was the first antagonist he met but became ex rivals with four even right after the whole "destroying your reputation" arc.

What made three change his heart of mind? What made him change his choice?

Wasn't he supposed to kill the guy- him?

Wasn't he supposed to be the evil one?

Weren't his actions to make Four's life a living hell?

Weren't all those things he did is to steal his youtube channel?

What happened to him?

Where did his old self go and whats this new him?

What took four this long to realize that three had done so much to save him? Risked his life? Literally.

He was sorry for him, sorry for everything. But he never even told him how sorry, how much of a bother, how annoyingly of a coward he was towards his feelings.

"R-remember what I said?" What did he say? What was that? What is four missing here? What did he forgot? What did he miss?

"We're friends!"

-ring-

Was that right?

Were they both really friends?

After everything they've been through?

After... he destroyed him...?

"Ughhhh..." he tried to cover his eyes, planting his wrist to his view. Tried to keep himself calm...

-inhale-

A deep quiet sleep...

-exhale-

A silent evening with nothing to feel bothered of...

-inhale-

Just push them all away and never bother...

-exhale-

Going...

Back...

Opening his eyes back again looking upon the clock...

10:31 pm

Tik...

Tok...

Tik...

Tok...

Time passes by too slow... yet too fast at the same time...

It makes you go crazy and lose your mind...

Where did I went through?

How did I get here?

Why did I ended up like this?

A mind flooded questions, unanswered thoughts. Overthinking again and again and again and over again.

Why was he thinking about Three back there?

Why did it matter to him again?

He didn't know how or why...

There is just something... a thing that he isn't sure what it's called...

Sure they're friends but are they really?

There's so many things roaming through his head, sending him mixed signals from Three's complicated doings.

He found it quite interesting and exciting but at the same time- scary.

Intrigued and fascinated by how Three could do everything better, and that he never misses. All of it... impressive...

But wasn't four more better than him from the start? Back in memewarts he kept notice that Three had tried everything... yet... he got the attention all to himself again...

"You're an -sshole smg4..."

He said that to himself... everything is pretty bad to him... why did he have to do that? When you're already full of everything and you keep bugging into their life?

Came crashing in and picking up the pieces you can't fix...?

"You're so tsundere SMG3" "NO I'M NOT! YOU BAKA!"

Another set of memory flashed to his eyes, three is a tsundere... he looked at the meaning earlier ago, was this all true?

Three? Being an actual tsundere to SMG4... everytime... he gets back to him... a possibility he had feelings for...

No... no way... there's just no way...

His heart started beating faster, warmth from his face, his cheeks and his nose turning red. Felt like his eyes were burning, how he forgot to cry...

Felt like this was the first time from him in years to ever cry after so long... he gripped the sheets from the mattress, his heart felt torn apart.

Ripped up to bits, feeling it sunken deeper, like drowning from a breathable surface. Was that all he could ever wanted? Changing for the better person?

He was gay for him? Madly inlove? A reason why he RISKED his LIFE to SAVE HIM...???

"But why...?" Time and time again, why does Four even bother? It was all from Three... he felt so stupid... so oblivious that he is now realizing Three had this feeling for him...

"I'm... I'm just so lonely... I'm so stupid..." SMG4 hugged the only pillow from his head to his chest, "SO STUPID!" almost tearing the fabric. He lets go, fear that he'd been hurting...

Left for burden...

"I..." He didn't know what to do anymore, looking down at the small rips... in a depth of staring silently...

How long had he been too busy? How long? How long did Three wanted to admit he really love him? How long did three change?

How long was he also suffering the same silence just like his? How long did he hide everything from him? Being the coldest and meanest person? Becoming soft? How long?

How long didn't he express? How long had Four been ignoring his feelings? How long didn't he just act now? How long? How long could he stay like that?

How long would he keep on doing this?

...

Well one thing is for sure...

You can't solve everything from your problems...

You just... kind of did it... beyond repair... broken...

He knows he can't hide his pain anymore... why does he still deepen it when everything is collapsing?

Everything hurts...

Even if... how many times... he kept himself in strangles with the hardest things...

He still finds Three as his other way... like a pathway guiding him to the light like how he did when he was at his darkest moments of life.

Like how he saved him for not going insane...

Thats how of a person SMG3 is...

He hated it... he loved it at the same time...

He felt safe... yet uncomfortable...

Relaxed... panic...

Sad... happy...

Home... loved... and cared...

He didn't deserve all of this... but he is still greatful to have the people he's closest to by his side. Because they'll never leave him no matter what happens.

Four is thinking negative thoughts, but now it was replaced by Three and the positive outcomes of him catching up.

"Three you... you saved me..." Twice he said it... twice... yet Three saved him a bunch of times now, he had to thank him.

"Yeah whatever" how he nearly died during the chase with mario and the notebook, three flunging him out due to the missle's point.

He almost died, and three is just.

"You're gay for me?" he remembered the past, unsure if he really admitted that he has feelings for the man in purple. He was too scared to love, the most closest people he'd been with.

Made a thought of abandonment...

If he could've done more, he wouldn't be a burden to his friends and to him...

How does he tell Three that he also liked him? That he really really loved him...?

His thoughts can never get rid of him because he was someone special.

He wasn't sure if he's worthy for his love.

Why does it always have to end up like this?

He looked at his hand touching the air, notice of his tears stopping.

It's okay... even no matter what or how many times he ignored him, because the pain they both are baring now. Are insufferable to deal to.

Just for Three...

And to himself...

To live...

The water that dripped down from his tears dried, eyes widened and understanding. His heart now wrapped and covered with warmth and joy.

He finally smiled with those soft eyes.

He hugged himself and laughed, how he loved Three, how he just overthinked everything to question his purpose and living, then to him again.

It doesn't matter anymore.

What matters is that he continued living than choosing to die, his decisions are what he points at.

No matter now, if he doesn't know how to deal with his problems? He'll find a way...

He always does...

With a final exhale, relaxing his head and shutting both of his eyes.

How he loved it...

Dying from his lifeline with just a silent scream, daring not to tell a word or two.

Three is all that matters to him in the end.

A few minutes passed by as he drifting away to sleep...

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Three however is also dealing the same problem... except it was the opposite. Crying himself to sleep...

- END -

#lizaluv #smg4 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #my art #my fic #kisame

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ctitan98official · 2 months

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Bela Dimitrescu long lost child AU

Alright, I’ve been wanting to do one of these AUs for Bela for soooo long lol. I was just having trouble figuring out the set up. Anyway, super excited to share this! Let’s get into it!

It’s been a hard winter in the village. You can barely keep yourself fed. Doing odd jobs here and there isn’t paying the bills and you’re becoming desperate. You sigh as you realize what you need to do.

You need to inquire about a job at castle Dimitrescu.

Lady Dimitrescu provides payment as well as lodging and meals to her staff. It’s your last hope.

So, this morning, you made the trek all the way up the mountain. As you trudge through the snow, your thoughts drift to your mama, as they always do. You miss her so much.

The last time you saw her was when you were 4 years old. Your memory of her face is murky at best, but her voice? You’ll never forget it.

It was smooth and rich. It always brought you comfort and you loved when she sang you lullabies.

Sadly, she had gotten very sick one year and the villagers called Mother Miranda to come and make a house call.

The situation must have been dire because the priestess whisked your mama away and you never saw her again. She’s… Gone. She has to be. There’s no other explanation for her not coming back to you.

But, things are a lot more complicated than they seem…

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All of her undead life, Bela has felt incomplete. Like… She was missing something. It’s a hollow feeling and she hates it. While she tries to find fulfillment in things like the arts and reading… It doesn’t cure the deep loneliness she’s afraid will last forever.

However, the minute you set foot in the castle… Bela feels it. That thing that has seemingly been missing all of her life? It’s close. She has to go and find out what it could be. She swarms high and low, checking every corner, before her search leads her to the main entrance.

You are currently talking with the head maid about her arranging a position for you on the castle staff, but the minute Bela spots you she knows that she’s found what she’s looking for.

Your scent, while definitely intoxicating to her because of your blood, is familiar and… Calming. Has she met you before somewhere? She can’t help herself and walks right up to you, analyzing you intently.

You and the head maid pause in your conversation and look at her warily.

“C-can I help you, lady Bela?” The maid squeaks out.

Bela shakes her head no, not even bothering to look at the maid, and waves a hand to dismiss her.

The maid nods quickly and books it out of the room as quickly as she can.

Seeing the head maid haul her ass as soon as Bela showed up freaks you the hell out. Oh, shit. The Dimitrescus really are as scary as the rumors make them out to be.

You and Bela stare silently at each other for a moment before you clear your throat. “Hi,” You say softly, giving her a nervous grin.

Bela involuntarily purrs at the sound of your timid voice. How… Absolutely adorable. She takes one step closer and gently smiles at you. “Hello, little one,” She greets.

Your eyes shoot wide open as you hear her voice for the first time. The same voice that used to sing you to sleep and read you stories. You can’t tell by the way she looks, but… Is this really her?

“Mama?” You ask.

Bela blinks rapidly. What… What did you just call her? She feels something tickling the back of her brain in remembrance at the title. She slowly reaches out a hand to touch your face, completely consumed by your presence. But, the minute her fingers grace your skin, it’s like a shot of lightning running right up her spine. Memories of her life before the cadou and coming to live in the castle flood her brain. Memories of her life with… You.

Holding you, nursing you, changing you… It’s all there. The thing that she’s been missing for so long… Was her little baby. “Y/N?” She asks, feeling her eyes well up with tears.

You are awestruck. You nod your head, suddenly unable to speak.

Bela cries and pulls you close, wrapping her arms around you and holding you tight. “Y/N… My little baby,” She sobs, burying her face in your hair.

You feel your own eyes blur as you begin to cry as well. You are so… Relieved. You’re not alone in the world anymore. Your mama is back. You found her.

Bela feels her heart ache as you cry on her shoulder. “Shh, shh, shh, mama’s here, Y/N. I’m here now,” She soothes. She easily picks you up and brings you over to a nearby bench. She sits down and pulls you onto her lap, wiping your eyes. “Everything is going to be alright, Y/N. We’re together now,” She says softly and kisses your forehead.

You give her a watery smile and bury your face in the crook of her neck, enjoying the feeling of her holding you again. She’s so warm…

Bela runs her fingers up and down your back as she rocks you gently. Her entire being is thrumming with satisfaction now that she has her little one back.

The two of you stay like that, with you eventually falling asleep on her, and are undisturbed until Bela hears Alcina calling for her nearby.

“Bela? Where are you, draga?” She says.

“By the main entrance, mother,” Bela quietly answers back, knowing that her mother will hear her and not wanting to wake you up.

Needless to say, Alcina is shocked to discover her oldest cradling a random full-grown person in her arms. “Bela? What on earth-”

"Hush, mother! You’ll wake, Y/N!” She whispers frantically.

Alcina crinkles her eyebrows in confusion but decides to settle next to her daughter before asking any more questions. She watches Bela for a moment as she checks to make sure you’re still asleep and brushes some hair out of your face.

What… The hell is going on? “Alright, draga. Care to fill me in?” She whispers.

Bela looks guiltily over at her mother. “Promise you won’t be mad?” She asks with a nervous grin.

Alcina rolls her eyes and sighs. This is all of her daughters’ go-to defense when they’ve done something. “Spill it, draga,” She says tiredly.

“I… Y/N is my… Child. Well, I mean, they’re an adult now, obviously, but what I’m trying to say is-”

“WHAT?!” Alcina suddenly yells in surprise.

Well, so much for not waking you up.

You startle at the loud noise and almost fall right off of Bela’s lap.

Thankfully, Bela catches you before you can hit the floor. “Mother!” She gripes at Alcina and checks to make sure you didn’t get hurt. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay?” She asks tenderly.

You’re incredibly groggy but nod your head and look around… Before catching the murderous glare Alcina is shooting you. You shrink back and hide your face in Bela’s front.

“Bela, if this is some kind of joke-”

“It’s not, mother!” Bela says, patting your back to comfort you as you flinch at Alcina’s tone. “I… Had Y/N before I came to live in the castle,” She reveals.

Alcina’s jaw damn near hits the floor. While Daniela, and sometimes Cassandra, have been known to tell tales… Bela is always honest with her. She must be telling the truth. Alcina closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, before gesturing for the blonde to continue.

Bela sighs and turns to her mother. “I always… Knew something was missing in my life. You remember all the talks we’ve had about it,” Bela begins.

Alcina nods at this, recalling how Bela would often barrel into her room and sob as she confided in her about this.

“Well… Today, I felt like I was finally… Complete. When I made my way down here and saw Y/N, I didn’t know how, but I knew we were connected,” She explains.

With your mama holding you tightly, you finally feel brave enough to look over at Alcina. This time, her expression is gentle as she regards you. “I… Um… I didn’t recognize her by her looks, but… I remembered her voice from when I was little,” You offer.

Alcina’s eyes soften further at your statement.

“When I touched their cheek, all of the memories from my previous life came flooding back,” Bela says. “And… Well, now you know, mother. I hope you’re not upset,” She finishes.

“I can leave if you don’t want me here-” You try to say.

“Absolutely not, draga,” Alcina interrupts. “This makes you my grandchild. You’re staying here with us,” She smiles and leans over to kiss your cheek and Bela’s as well.

Your face burns at this. You once again bury your face into Bela’s front, but this time out of bashfulness.

Alcina and Bela giggle at how cute you are.

Bela hugs you tighter. “We have so much catching up to do, little one,” She tells you and nuzzles her face into your hair.

“That’s true, draga. And Y/N has two aunts to meet as well. Oh, your sisters will be so shocked,” Alcina grins.

Your head pops up in excitement. “I have aunts?!” You ask Bela.

Bela just groans. “Oh, great… That introduction is going to be chaos…” She mutters to herself.

Alcina laughs at Bela’s reaction. “It looks like our babies will be having their first playdate together very soon,” She teases.

Bela playfully rolls her eyes at this.

The three of you sit and chat for a little while.

You came here for a job and ended up finding your family… How lucky are you?

Note: Ooh… It will be very interesting to see how Cass and Dani will react to Y/N 😂 Stay tuned and thanks for reading!

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x y/n #y/n is stupid #resident evil imagines #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu

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mamoonde · 10 months

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mdzs ancient magus bride au where

yiling laozu is the mage risen from the nightmares and resentful energy of the burial mounds, neither human nor fae

and lan zhan is a pre-adolescent, rare and very coveted dragon halfling, one of the last known alive, captured and sold at an underground auction.

the yiling laozu buys lan zhan to rescue him and takes him away to their remote little cottage in yiling. lan zhan is understandably mistrustful at first, but a week of living with this strange, kind, dark being who treats him as a person instead of a slave or rare artifact, well.

lan zhan falls.

and when lan zhan proposes to stay by the yiling laozu's side forever and ever and be his, the yiling laozu laughs it off and brushes it off as the whimsy of a duckling imprinting on the first carer it meets. a fleeting childish phase. perhaps lan zhan has more human in him than dragon, the yiling laozu thinks. they are always so easily swayed by emotion...

but lan zhan is determined.

and so, as lan zhan grows up, he learns more about his dragon-side, his magic, his whole self. and he trains hard to be a suitable for the yiling laozu. he takes note of the yiling laozu's likes and dislikes, carefully tests his boundaries, tries his best to show how much he loves the yiling laozu in every way.

and then when lan zhan comes of age, he gets discovered by his kind - he learns he has a dragon brother and a paternal uncle. he leaves to spend a year with them, with his kind, far and protected in the unreachable mountains of gusu.

when he leaves the yiling laozu's cottage - a place that's felt like home more than any he remembers - he's barely shoulder-height (head-to-head if they count his antlers) of the man who makes it home.

the yiling laozu waves goodbye, feels a bit of pain and heaviness in his chest and thinks, oh, this must be what "missing someone" feels like.

the year trudges on like a slug.

the yiling laozu misses lan zhan more and more, sees his tiny serious face in every little nook in his - their - home. which should be weird, because he has had this house for longer than lan zhan has been here. and yet it feels incomplete to be in it without lan zhan there.

so he spends less and less time in it, spends his days where it's less empty, hoping the loneliness will fade away.

it doesn't.

until one day, as the yiling laozu drags his feet back to his house - dreading another night in a cold, empty space - he finds something is different.

the lights are on and there's a fire going.

and outside, on his doorstep, there's someone there.

the person standing by his door is huge - tall and broad, maybe something familiar in the regal set of the shoulders, the stiff-but-not posture.

it's the golden eyes that freezes the breath in his lungs, that force his feet to move, like a lighthouse guiding him home.

"lan zhan...?"

the yiling laozu feels strange. he feels light and heavy at the same time, hot and prickly even though the air remains the same temperature.

the lan zhan before him is more dragon, more man now than boy. so much of him has changed -- has his gaze always been so intense?

"i have come back," lan zhan's voice has lost its adorable pitchiness; now it is deep and smooth. like rumbling thunder, the call of the heavens. "wei ying."

the yiling laozu freezes. the name - those two syllables that no one has called him by in-- in a long, long time.

it feels like lightning in his bones.

distantly, his own words echo back at him, spoken to a then younger lan zhan.

"if you still feel that way when you come of age, you can call me by my name." "what is your name?" "now that is a secret! only if you are determined to call me can you do so." a small pout. "already am."

"oh, lan zhan..."

"though my mother was human, the dragon blood in me is strong." gently, lan zhan takes his hand in his. "did you know? dragons only love once. for the rest of their lives."

wei ying smiles shakily, " that's a shame then, surely you want a redo?"

lan zhan's hold tightens, another hand cupping his face.

"never." lan zhan presses a gentle kiss on his knuckles, almost an affectionate nuzzle that washes wei ying's hand with a cool breath. "i will only ever want wei ying. i will always want to be by your side."

and isn't that a tantalizing offer.

the yiling laozu has lived long - longer than even he remembers. and the immortality has only ever hammered in the fleetingness of life, the loneliness of time.

and yet here lan zhan is, offering him the promise of something a little more permanent. perhaps it was fate that wei ying had chosen to settle down in a house in yiling, a scant few decades before he met lan zhan.

perhaps it was a sign, that wei ying only ever called it home, when lan zhan was there to call it home, too.

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs au #ancient magus bride wangxian au #wangxian #eldritch horror yllz #dragon lwj #crossposted from twt #modern fantasy au #long post #mamoonde fics

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fafnir19 · 27 days

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Bunny Hunt

As Lenny trudged through the woods, his hunting gear slung over his shoulder, he muttered to himself, "Maybe I should've just stayed home and watched Netflix."

The young man was well aware of his lack of luck with women, his shyness often getting the best of him in social settings. So, instead of facing potential rejection at parties, he found solace in the quiet solitude of the forest. Finally, after hours of stalking silently, he spotted his target - a plump brown rabbit nibbling on some clover. With shaky hands, he lifted his gun, aimed, and fired. *BANG!* The rabbit fell with a soft thud, and Lenny approached it slowly. But as he knelt down to collect his kill, his eyes widened in astonishment. Beneath the unfortunate bunny lay a massive pile of colorful eggs, like a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered. "What in the world?" he gasped, scratching his head in confusion. "Did this rabbit rob the Easter Bunny or something?" Shrugging it off, Lenny retrieved the rabbit and decided to make the best of the situation.

Back in his cozy apartment, he set to work preparing the rabbit, humming a tune to himself. The aroma of the simmering rabbit ragout filled the room, making his stomach growl in anticipation.

With a satisfied grin, Lenny sat down at the table, ready to indulge in his meal. As he savored each bite, his mind couldn't help but wander back to the strange discovery in the woods. Rabbit and eggs - a bizarre combination indeed. Scoffing at his own thoughts, he shook his head. "Well, at least this rabbit gave me a memorable meal. Maybe I have stumbled upon the secret recipe for an Easter feast!"

Later that evening a peculiar sensation overcame him. His scalp prickled with an unbearable itch, causing him to scratch furiously. Much to his horror, he felt two long furry ears sprouting at his head.

In a panic, Lenny realized he was transforming into something...more hare-like. The compulsion to hide eggs tugged at his mind, a strange urge he couldn't resist. Without a second thought, he dashed out of his home, scattering eggs throughout the neighborhood under the moonlit sky. The realization dawned on him like a thunderclap - he had devoured the Easter Bunny, and now he bore the burden of taking over its mantle.

After a night of frenzied egg-hiding, Lenny found himself drained and weary, longing for the familiarity of his own bed. In his exhausted state, he encountered a striking young woman on her way home, her eyes alight with curiosity as she beheld Lenny's rabbit ears. "Those ears are simply adorable! Can I touch them?" she asked with a coy smile. As her hand caressed his velvety ears, a primal instinct stirred within Lenny, flooding him with overwhelming desire. The urge to mate, to cover, to take her like a hare buck consumed his thoughts. In a whirl of confusion and arousal, Lenny found himself giving in to his newfound rabbit instincts, guided by the young woman's willing acceptance of his advances. Their lustful encounter under the watchful moon left Lenny breathless and bewildered, his world forever changed.

After a restless night filled with strange dreams of eggs and rabbits, Lenny awoke on Easter Sunday with a jolt, unsure of how he had returned to his apartment. His rabbit ears had vanished, leaving him feeling strangely incomplete. Deciding to take a stroll through the forest to clear his mind, Lenny wandered along the familiar paths, the fresh scent of spring filling his lungs. It wasn't long before a figure approached him, an older woman of ethereal beauty and a sly smile on her lips.

"There's my Easter bunny," she cooed, her gaze holding a mysterious gleam. Lenny blinked in confusion. "I beg your pardon?" The woman chuckled softly, her voice like silk. "I am a witch, dear boy, and you, my unsuspecting rabbit hunter, hold a debt to repay." Lenny's blue eyes widened in shock. "A witch? Debt? What are you talking about?" The witch's laughter danced through the air, carrying a hint of mischief. "You see, dear Lenny, in your haste to hunt, you unwittingly crossed paths with the Easter Bunny himself. By shooting and devouring him, you have inherited his duties." Lenny's jaw dropped in disbelief. "But that's...that's impossible!" "Ah, but the whims of fate are as fickle as they come," the witch purred. "Now, as penance for your transgression, you must fulfill the Easter Bunny's role. And not just any role, my dear Lenny."

A shiver ran down Lenny's spine as he realized the gravity of his situation. "You mean...I have to be the Easter Bunny?" The witch's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Not just any Bunny. You, my dear, have the instincts of a buck bestowed upon you as well." Lenny's cheeks flushed crimson as he grasped the implications. "Instincts of a buck? What does that mean?" With a sly grin, the witch leaned in closer, her scent a heady mix of exotic spices and forbidden allure. "It means, dear Lenny, that any woman who shows interest in you will awaken desires within you that you cannot control. You will mate with her, as a bunny buck does with a bunny doe in heat, driven by primal impulses." A wave of panic washed over Lenny as he struggled to comprehend the witch's words. "But...but I can't just...I don't want to..." Before he could protest further, the witch's soft hand caressed his cheek, sending a jolt of forbidden pleasure down his spine. The familiar surge of rabbit instincts mingled with newfound urges, overwhelming his senses. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, the witch whispered, "Submit to your nature, Lenny. Embrace the wild within." As if in a daze, Lenny found himself unable to resist. The air crackled with tension as desire and confusion warred within him, until finally, he succumbed to the irresistible pull. Their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time, passion igniting like a blazing fire between them. Lenny's newfound buck instincts took over, driving him to mate with the witch in a frenzy of lust and longing. As they collapsed in a tangle of limbs and heavy breaths, the witch's laughter echoed through the forest, a haunting melody of amusement. "Well done, my adorable buck," she purred, her eyes dancing with mischief. "You have begun to embrace your fate."

Lenny lay panting, his mind reeling from the whirlwind of sensations that had overtaken him. Confusion and desire churned within him, mingling with a newfound sense of resignation. As the witch vanished into the shadows, leaving Lenny alone with the weight of his newfound destiny, a single thought echoed in his mind: Easter would never be the same again.

#male tf #male transformation #personality change #mind corruption

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I would love to see pregnant y/n and Harry end up together again 🥺 as I read it, I wondered if there were reasons as to why he thinks he fell out of love with her, if he even put effort into rekindling flames that he thinks went out, but were really still there and things just got a little clouded. If maybe spending some time with pregnant y/n would help him realize that he does still love her and just let a little obstacle get in the way.

third and final part!!!

part i, part ii

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three years later

Harry was a mess.

On the outside, his life looked nothing short of perfect—a fantastic career, a beautiful son, a girlfriend that loved him. He should've been happy, he should've felt fulfilled, but he didn't. His son was his whole world, and he loved his fans and making music, but still felt incomplete.

A new girlfriend maybe? He'd been with her for about six weeks, which was usually around the time he found a reason to break up with his partners. Hailey (and you, obviously) had been the only one who lasted longer than that, so much so that she grew close to you and you'd become good friends. It was a few months after Parker was born that Harry broke up with her. Hailey had been upset, and rightfully so. It had come out of nowhere, and after everything they'd been through together, after becoming attached to little Parker, he was just kicking her to the curb, and he couldn't give her a sufficient reason other than, "It's just not working."

Hailey scoffed at that response. "Pull your head out of your ass, Harry. Your still in love with Y/n," she'd said to him, and those words had been haunting him ever since.

Was he still in love with you? He didn't think so. There were moments where he'd stop and wonder where everything went wrong, but he was the only one to blame for that. Like Hailey, your breakup had been out of the blue.

He'd be lying if he said that finding out about you being pregnant and realizing you had no plans to tell him had struck him dumb. It felt like a slap in the face, a wake up call. He'd hurt you so badly that you didn't even want him around your baby. That was a tough pill to swallow, and Harry did his best to be better, and for a time it worked. You and Harry had worked out a schedule that accommodated the two of you, he went to appointments and birthing classes, and he held your hand as you finally gave birth to Parker. That moment in the hospital as you held your son in your arms and Harry was right next to you and admiring the little bundle in your arms was as close to perfect as one could get. He felt more whole than he had in a long time with just the three of you, that he couldn't comprehend why he'd ever let you go.

And then Hailey and the rest of his and your family were in the room and celebrating. Hailey kissed him and went over to you to admire the newborn, and that should've been when everything felt perfect, but it just wasn't.

After Harry broke up with Hailey, he hadn't had a steady relationship since. You always made fun of him for being a stereotypical "rockstar," but he was pretty sure you were secretly worried about him. You'd try to set him up on dates and give him advice, but that only made him more lost. You were treating him more like a friend or family member rather than someone you used to be in love with, and he hated it. He didn't have a right to, he was an asshole, an utter dick for feeling that way, but he couldn't stand it.

Fast forward to Parker's second birthday, and like an idiot, Harry had only made things worse. He convinced himself that you would never take him back after everything he'd put you through, and that made him angry with himself, but he took it out on you. He'd said some things that weren't kind, things he knew would strike a chord deeper than one of your usual both-of-you-were-exhausted-and-didn't-mean-what-you-said fights, and that was the night Harry knew he'd lost you forever.

You co-parented obviously, but things weren't the same. You were nothing but professional to him, only wearing a smile when Parker was around. You knew Harry had been an ass to you on purpose, but Parker came first now, and you were done trying to figure out what his odd mood swings meant. Unless he was physically unwell or appeared to be a danger to himself, he didn't occupy much space in your mind.

So much so that you found yourself seeing someone. Hailey, who you still kept in touch with from time to time, set you up with a lawyer from her firm, and you hit it off. He was practically the opposite of Harry in every way possible, but that's what drew you to him.

Things between you and the lawyer weren't serious, not when your son came first. Any relationship you had from now on would be slow-going, but he didn't seem to mind, and his understanding made you like him even more.

It had been so good that you decided to invite him to Parker's third birthday. It was a small affair as your son was only turning three years old, but when he and Harry shook hands for the first time, you wondered if you made a mistake.

Harry was upset, more than he had any right to be. You looked happy, happier than he'd seen you in a long time. Parker was the light of both of your lives, but this was different. You looked calm, relaxed, at peace with the trajectory of your life.

He couldn't believe it. You'd moved on. Harry knew it would happen one day, that he'd have to sit back and watch as you made a life that had less and less of him in it, that there would come a day where he wasn't H or Harry to you, but merely Parker's father.

That thought him filled him with so much fear, that he had to step away from the party. He'd been watching you all afternoon as you held hands with your perfect boyfriend and laugh at jokes he was sure weren't even funny. Harry knew he got incredibly petty when he was jealous, but this was a whole different monster. He was angry that he was the reason for being in this position, he was angry at you for moving on after he realized he never fell out of love with you, but scared of just how in love with you he was that he had to run. But mostly he was tired. He wanted what you had, he wanted you, and he was tired of trying to fill the hole in his heart when he knew there was only one person capable of filling it.

He hid in your kitchen while the rest of the party went on without him—age appropriate music playing from a speaker, parents from your neighborhood all talking and laughing and bragging about their kids, and you, standing there in a sundress looking as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on you.

"Daddy?"

And then there was his reason for living, his whole world.

"Parker, my love, what are you doing in here? The party's outside, silly boy."

Parker merely raised his hands. Harry technically wasn't supposed to be indulging his son in carrying him because apparently he became so accustomed to being carried, he cried a lot when he wasn't in someone's arms. But since it was his birthday, he decided to let is slide just this once.

"Why are you inside, Daddy?" Parker asked, squishing Harry's cheeks together and pulling them apart.

"It was a little too loud outside. Daddy just had to come inside for a moment."

"Oh. You could cover your ears. Like this."

Harry smiled as his son covered his own ears to demonstrate. "That's a good idea, bubba. I'll have to try that."

He thought that Parker would give him more advice on how to drown out the noise, and after his next question, Harry almost wished he had. "Daddy, why don't you and Mommy live in the same house?"

Holy shit, kid, Harry thought. Why couldn't Parker ask you that?

"Well, some mommies and daddies live together, and some don't. It's more common than you think."

"But Bailey said her mommy and daddy live together because they're in love. Aren't you and Mommy in love?"

"It's a different kind of love, bubby."

Both Harry and Parker turned to where you were standing by the entrance to the kitchen. At the sight of you, your son's arms immediately reached out to you. You shot Harry a pointed look before taking Parker into your arms and running a hand through his hair, curly and dark brown like Harry's.

"What do you mean, Mommy?"

You shrugged. "It's just different, my love. Like...are apples and oranges the same?"

Parker giggled. "No! They are different. You're so silly, Mommy."

"See? They're different but they're both...what's the word?"

"Fruit!" he said, jumping up and down in your arms.

"That's right. Love is like that. There are all different kinds, but you still call it love."

Parker was quiet as he digested this new information. You took a moment to look over at Harry, a question in your eyes. He gave you a thumbs up, mouthing that you did a good job.

"I want a fruit too!"

Unable to hold it in, you laughed. You kissed Parker's cheek before asking, "What do you mean, bubby?"

"I love you and Daddy, so I want a fruit."

"A very logical conclusion, Parker baby," Harry said with a mock serious nod.

"You can be...a peach. Because you're oh so sweet to Mommy and Daddy and we just want to eat you up. Isn't that right, Daddy?"

Catching on, Harry grinned. "Of course." He surged forward and kissed Parker's neck, making noises to make it sound like he was eating him. Parker squealed with delight, laughing more when you joined in, tickling his sides and kissing all over his face

When Parker's squirming became too much to handle, you set him down. You told him to go play with his friends, and he ran off, leaving you and Harry alone. It was times like this, when you spent time with Parker together, that the two of you seemed to be the most in sync. Harry felt more connected to you than he normally was, making him believe that they didn't have to love differently than the other parents.

"I'm sorry if bringing Will here made you uncomfortable," you said out of the blue.

"It's fine," Harry said, even though it wasn't, and you knew it too.

"Oh come on, H, you've hardly smiled all day. At least try to be enthusiastic at your son's birthday party."

"I'm sorry, it's just hard," he confessed. Was he really doing this?

"What's hard? That question Parker asked? I'm sure you would've handled it just fine.

"It's not that," Harry said.

Looking over at you, he wondered what to say next. To be selfish, or to let you live in peace. You had this warm glow about you, your sundress hugging your figure perfectly. You looked so beautiful Harry wanted to cry. How could he ruin the life you'd built for yourself?

But at the same time, how could he keep living knowing the love of his life might be the one that got away?

"H? What is it? You look like you're about to pass out. Do you need to sit down? Let me get a cold towel—"

"I love you."

There, he said it. It was out there, and he couldn't take it back.

Your whole body stilled. Harry watched you closely to try and gauge your reaction, but you didn't give much away. "What?"

"I love you." Oh God, he said it again. "I love you, and I know it's incredibly unfair of me to say, but I can't keep living like this. You—You're moving on and living the life you deserve to live with that lawyer out there, and I know you've probably moved on, nor do you owe me a response, but I just had to say it. I don't think I've ever stopped loving you, I was just terrified of how strong my feelings were, so I tried to stomp them out, and—And I feel like all I've ever done is cause you pain or frustration, but—but I love you, and even if you move on, I'm not sure I will ever stop."

You still hadn't moved. You were frozen in time, slowly processing and turning over every word that was said. You were pretty sure you were in shock.

Harry stood and watched you process his confession. He felt frozen himself, but it was more out of fear. You weren't saying anything, you weren't even looking at him. He knew it was a lot to take in, especially because you'd only become cordial towards each other in the last year.

"Y/n? Can you say something please?"

"Why are you doing this, Harry?"

You finally looked at him, really looked at him. There were hints of a five o'clock shadow and purple crescents beneath his eyes. You'd seen Harry in varying states of fatigue before, but you chalked it up to it being from working or touring or just being a father. Now you wondered if it was something different.

"What do you mean?" he asked. He tried to come closer, but you held your hand out.

"I...I pined for you," you said, surprised by the break in your voice. "I waited for you to say those things two years ago. Hell, even after we—"

Harry ended up staying late that night, the two of you in a unique situation that only the two of you really understood. You talked mostly about Parker—how fast he was growing and the words he was learning and how he loved to sing along to Harry's music. It was nice. Things between the two of you had been fractured for so long, but sitting there talking about your favorite person in the entire world seemed to mend some of the hurt.

You couldn't finish, overcome by emotions as you looked back to a year ago. Harry had come by to drop off Parker, and you invited him inside for a few minutes. He'd just broken up with another girlfriend, and you wanted to know why. He seemed to really like her, and she was great with Parker. The breakup wasn't shocking, but a teeny tiny ember of hope sparked in the deepest parts of you. It always did.

And then all of a sudden you were leaning in, and Harry was too, and you ended up all over each other in your bedroom with the baby monitor's volume on high in case Parker started crying in his room. It was nice, better than nice. You were already familiar with each other and knew exactly what you needed and when.

It had gone on and off until Harry started seeing someone again. It had been merely just letting off some steam, but stupidly in the back of your mind, you hoped. But then he told you he met someone, and you fought, and he left. And when that relationship with the other girl fizzled out, you didn't make the same mistake twice.

"I know, and I'm sorry. You don't deserve this, but I needed to tell you because—"

"Because I'm the one moving on this time, not you," you said, getting angrier and angrier by the second. "You know what I think? I think you've been miserable for a long time, and you need me to be miserable too, and now that I'm finally finding a life outside of you, you can't stand it."

Harry sighed, running his hand over his tired face. "That's not what's happening."

"No? Then tell me, Harry. Would you have said something if I was single?"

"I just didn't realize that you would—"

"That I would what? Move on from you? I'm just your back up plan, is that it? A safety net."

"You're not, Y/n. Please believe me when I say that I'm—"

"Is everything alright in here?"

Both of you turned around to find Will there. He looked between you, trying to gauge what conversation they'd been having before he interrupted.

Taking a deep breath, you mustered a smile you didn't feel and said, "Yeah. Yep, everything's just fine. I think it's time to get the cake and sing happy birthday, yes? I'll—I'll, um, I'll get all the kids together. H, can you get the—out of the fridge? Thanks."

You couldn't be out of your kitchen faster, leaving your ex and current boyfriend alone together. Harry looked after you longingly, wanting to chase after you and finish having your conversation. But with Will between him and you, he couldn't.

Your boyfriend pinned Harry with a stare, trying to determine what the hell went down in the kitchen. Harry didn't stick around long enough for him to find out, though, turning around to get the cake out of the refrigerator while simultaneously hiding the tears were threatening to fall.

When he turned back around, Will was gone, and he was alone in the kitchen. He'd upset you, but he knew there was a chance of that happening. He couldn't hold in how he felt any longer, no matter how it looked to you. He needed to get all of that out, and if it didn't go the way he wanted it to, then at least he knew he tried.

You didn't believe Harry was genuine, but maybe he if he could get his act together, tried to be someone you deserved, he might have a shot at changing your mind.

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seven months later

You fucking hated Harry.

You had this perfect life—a beautiful son, a steady job, a boyfriend that cared deeply for you—so why were you hung up on the guy that broke your heart?

Since his little speech at Parker's birthday party, you hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. You shouldn't have, but you did.

He'd said everything you'd ever wanted him to say...two years too late.

But even though he was too late, and even though you'd finally gotten the life you wanted and deserved, here you were wondering if it was what you actually wanted.

Harry was...a complicated person, you knew that long before you'd broken up, but there was a reason you were with him all those years ago, and recently he'd become that person again.

His confession of love never came up again, but he seemed to be making some life changes. When you dropped Parker off for the weekend, his house was squeaky clean, he even invited you inside for coffee. Just to talk and catch up, he claimed, and that was all it was. He wasn't seeing anyone anymore, not that you could tell. Harry just seemed to be focusing on himself, and that made you really proud of him. He hadn't been an utter mess in the last few years, just a little lost, but he finally seemed to be finding himself again.

And then all of a sudden you were aware of how good he was with Parker. You saw it in park visits and Harry would play pretend with him, how he had his own little bag of things for Parker whenever he went out, and most importantly when he was the bad guy when Parker was throwing a tantrum. Normally reprimanding or being the "not fun parent" fell on you, but when your son asked him for a toy at the store when you'd already told him no, Harry agreed with you, and worked with him when he started protesting.

It was honestly the most attractive thing you'd ever seen.

But you weren't supposed to see him like that. He was the father of your son, that was it.

And yet you found yourself staring at him more, appreciating how he only seemed to get more and more handsome with time. He came over to fix something in your house, and you had to keep closing your mouth every time his back muscles flexed and raising your eyes to the back of his head and not how his shirt molded to his torso. You were feeling things for him, things you never thought you would feel again.

Your head was spinning when your boyfriend let himself into your home. Shit, you thought. He was taking you out tonight because Harry had Parker. You were nowhere near ready for date night.

"Hey," Will said. He kissed you, and you were quick to pull back, making it a peck instead of a normal kiss. Looking at you with furrowed brows, he asked, "Is everything okay?"

"I—I, um..."

You didn't know what to say. Would these feelings for Harry pass or were they here to stay? You had a good thing going with Will. Was Harry worth ruining that?

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Harry had just finished putting Parker to sleep. They'd had a fun night of watching favorite cartoons and making dinner together—though Parker mainly just mixed things, he was two after all. He gave Parker his bath, read him his story, and finally tucked him into bed. Harry's bed, more specifically. Parker liked sleeping cuddled up to him, and Harry didn't have the heart to say no.

He was cleaning up a little downstairs, washing dishes and wiping down counters. He'd just picked up a dish towel to dry and put everything away when his doorbell rang.

"Weird," he muttered. He wasn't expecting anyone tonight, and rarely did anyone ever "drop by." Harry's home security was state of the art, so anyone who was at his door would be someone he knew. And when he opened the door, he definitely did.

"Y/n? What are you doing—"

"No, no. I speak, you listen," you said, swaying to one side. Were you drunk?

Harry tried to bring you inside, but you stayed put, claiming you were just here to tell him something. He had no idea what was going on or what the hell was wrong with you, but you looked determined, so he gestured for you to continue. "Go on, say what you came here to say."

You were quiet for a moment, fiddling with your shirt. Harry was going to ask why you were here again when you blurted, "I hate you!"

Well, that was painfully unexpected. He'd given you space after confessing he was still in love with you, but that had been months ago. He thought things were civil between you again. "Why?"

"Why? You've ruined me, Harry Styles. You broke my heart, you made me feel unloveable, and I finally, finally was able to be free of you, to move on. And—And you ruined it!

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for months. You said all the things I'd ever wanted to hear after I moved on from you, and now here I am, making an absolute fool of myself because I can't get you out of my mind," you huffed, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Uh..." Harry wasn't really sure how to respond. On the one hand, he felt a little hopeful that you were finally coming back to him, but you still looked pissed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"But you did! You wanted to worm your way back into my life," you said. "I—I had the most perfect man, who told me he loved me today, by the way. And I—And I couldn't say it back, and it's—it's all because of you!"

"Had?" Harry asked. His whole body was buzzing

You nodded. "I broke up with him tonight. I couldn't in good conscience keep seeing him when I was feeling so conflicted. I felt horrible. I made him feel the way you did when you broke up with me, and I hate that I hurt him, but I couldn't—I couldn't—"

And then you were crying. Tears were spilling from your eyes faster than you could wipe them away. Crouching down, you held your face in your hands, feeling weak all of a sudden.

Though Harry was still buzzing with hope, he understood why you were so upset. He felt horrible when he broke up with you, and seeing you fall apart, having to leave you alone when you felt that way was torture. He knew what it was like to hurt someone like that. He didn't wish that on anyone.

Stepping outside, Harry walked over to you and pulled you up. "Hey, it's okay."

"It's not okay, though. It's not. I really liked him, but I couldn't do that to him. Lead him on when I'm so confused about how I feel."

He desperately wanted to know what this meant for you and him, but that could wait. You were clearly not okay. Hugging you against your chest, he ran his hand down your back. "You were honest. That's all anyone can ask for.

"He probably hates me now."

"Maybe, but he'll come to understand. You were right to say you shouldn't lead him on."

You straightened up to look at him, your eye puffy and red. "I can't tell if you're just saying this because you mean it or because breaking up with Will leaves a door open for you."

Harry held your cheek in his hand, wiping away a tear with his thumb. "That's not what I'm doing. I am your friend, you know."

A small smile flickered on your face, but it didn't last very long. "Can I see him?"

Nodding, Harry took your hand and led you inside his house. You followed him upstairs and down the hall to his room. It was a new house, not the one he had when you were together. It was a little smaller and didn't have so much modern furniture. It was homey and child friendly.

Parker was sound asleep on Harry's bed, holding his stuffed pig close to his chest with his thumb in his mouth. Why your friend gave you a stuffed pig at your baby shower, you weren't sure, but of all the stuffed animals and blankets, Parker settled on Mr. Oinks.

Careful to not wake him up, you crawled onto the middle of the bed. You touched your son's cheek gingerly. "Oh bubba," you whispered softly. He was growing up so fast, faster than you were ready for. You just hoped that when he was your age, his life would be much more smooth sailing.

Bending down, you kissed his forehead, smoothing his curly hair out of his face. You stood up after that, letting your baby sleep. Harry was waiting for you by the door, a fond look on his face. This was what he wanted, this was what his life was supposed to look like. He hoped that you finally realized that too.

Waiting for you to step out, Harry closed the door behind the two of you, leaving a crack open because Parker didn't like being in complete darkness.

"I should go," you said when you and Harry went back downstairs.

"Don't, it's late," he said. He didn't want you to go for a number of reasons, but he couldn't say them out loud. Not yet. "I have a guest room. I can stay in there, or you, whatever makes you comfortable."

"You sure? I know I showed up out of the blue, so if you have anything to do tomorrow, I don't want to get in the way of that."

"My only plans tomorrow are waffles in the morning and a trip to the park with my boy," he said. Taking your hand, he kissed it. "But if I did, I'd cancel them all if you asked me to."

You were quiet, not meeting his eyes, just staring at your joined hands. Harry didn't have any expectations for tonight, or the next few nights, to be honest. You'd come to whatever conclusions you'd come to tonight, but that didn't erase the long-term relationship you had with Will. It might take a while to be ready for a relationship, but Harry would wait. He was done being with anyone else.

Still, her silence was making him nervous.

"What are you thinking?"

With your free hand, you reached up and scratched your fingers on the soft hair at the back of his neck. "I...I really want to be with you. I mean, that's why I came here, but it—it's too soon, isn't it? It feels disrespectful."

"You can take all the time you need, love. I know what I want now. I'm not going to do anything to screw that up."

Your eyes had tears lining them as you looked up at Harry. "I'm scared, H. What if we just mess it all up again? It didn't work the first time, who's to say it won't end the same?"

"I'm so sorry that I put you through so much," he said, feeling choked up all of a sudden as well.

"You don't have to say sorry, I just need you to reassure me that this is real."

"It's real, it's so real," he said, leaning down to kiss your jaw. "I'd marry you right now if I could.

That made you giggle, which was kind of what Harry was hoping for, even if it was the truth. "Okay, not that real."

"Let's just go to bed with our boy, and we'll take each day as it comes," he said. He saw the way your eyes kept flickering down to his lips, and maybe you did want to kiss him, but he knew you might regret it tomorrow morning because the breakup with your boyfriend was so fresh. "And if you're thinking about kissing me, you probably shouldn't because I won't be able to stop."

You laughed again, leaning your head back against his chest. "You're probably right. But I would like to snuggle our bubba if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all," Harry said. It sounded amazing, actually. The three of you had never spent the night in the same bed together.

You both went back upstairs, Harry lending you some clothes to sleep in for the night. You were quick to slide in his bed, and almost like he sensed your presence, Parker immediately moved so that he was cuddled to your chest. One little hand closed around the material of your shirt while the other stayed wrapped around Mr. Oinks. Harry watched as you went straight to sleep with Parker wrapped around you. He was too excited for sleep, too happy that the stars were finally aligning, but he got in bed anyway.

Kissing Parker on the cheek, he laid his head down. His hand reached out to find yours, thinking he could just rest it on top. But you surprised him when you laced your fingers together.

It wasn't perfect, and it wasn't going to be easy, but Harry knew what he wanted, he knew that this was the life he was meant to be living, his son and his girl together all the time. They were a family again, not perfect yet, but whole.

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boots-with-the-fur-club · 4 months

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So, the first chapter of that fungus fic I have blew up! Thanks for the kind comments, you guys got me motivated to write the second chapter! If you don’t want me to tag you in the next one, just let me know. Here is chapter two of No Fun in Fungus.

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“There was really something in here….and I just treated him like he was crazy.” Mikey frowns, staring up at the creature.

Raph blinks away the last bits of sleepiness and takes a step back.

“It…is it just me or does it look like….?”

“Y-Yeah. Let’s leave it here and tell Donnie.” Mikey holds onto Raph’s arm while still holding the battle shell.

“Good idea, big guy.” Raph carefully stays in front of Mikey as they leave the room.

Even as the doors close behind them, he continues making sure he could protect him from all angles.

Only when they hear screaming does he drop it in favor of picking Mikey up and running with him to medbay. Mikey panics, knowing that Donnie’s biggest defense was currently in his hands.

Raph barges in, seeing Donnie sitting next to Leo on the med bed and tossing a thick medical book at something scurrying around on the floor.

“Be careful! Don’t come any closer!” Donnie frantically warns as it misses.

“What’s going on!?” Raph shouts.

“It’s in the room! Either New York rats got even more mutated or it’s a creature I don’t know and both thoughts are equally terrifying!”

Mikey stares hard at the floor, his hand carefully changing its grip on the battle shell.

“Go robo arms!” He tosses the shell as a blur rushes towards Raph.

The arms pop out, grabbing whatever it is and lifting it up so that it can’t escape.

“Good shot Mikey!” Donnie cheers as he gets down from the bed.

“It looks just like what was in my room….” Mikey comments.

Donnie stops.

“Leo wasn’t just seeing things?”

Mikey shakes his head sadly.

“He really was protecting me.

Donnie frowns for a second, then sighs.

“Oh great, he’s going to brag about this forever.”

Mikey smiles softly. He’s aware this is probably an attempt to make him feel better.

“I think we can let him have this one.”

Raph looks at the both of them in confusion.

“Can someone explain everything to Raph?”

Donnie and Mikey tell him all about what happened.

Raph sets Mikey down and goes over to Leo, picking him up and cradling him before sitting down on the bed.

His eyes trail down the cracks on his plastron.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Donnie and Mikey.

Mikey feels his lip tremble.

Donnie’s fists tighten.

He pulls his goggles down to look over the intruder still in a metallic grasp.

“There’s a mystic energy surrounding it, and spreading. Its particles are going into the air. Luckily it’s not enough to effect us yet, but inhaling said smaller particles could have lesser effects.”

“But what does it actually do?” Raph questions.

“As you know, I hate working with incomplete data. I’m going to have to test it first in my lab.”

“We’ll go with ya. Who know s how many others of those things are runnin around?”

Donnie’s face seems to grow conflicted, biting the inside of his cheek.

It was hard to hide his emotions when he actually wanted to.

“I don’t know if Leo is in the right condition to be moved around so much.”

“We can’t just let you go alone. It’s too dangerous.”

Donnie sighs.

“Right. Fine. Let’s go.”

Raph gets off the bed and picks up the vitals monitor that Donnie set up.

Donnie grabs a metal pole from the medical supplies and slides the shell out of the room so that he doesn’t have to get his face close to pick it up.

Out of habit, Raph attempts to stay in front of or by the side of Mikey and Donnie.

The two don’t allow this.

Donnie stays in the front while Mikey purposefully walks slow.

Neither of them planned it with each other. It was a silent agreement that they were not going to let anything come near Raph or Leo.

Eventually they make it to Donnie’s lab.

He has the doors close behind Mikey while Raph gently lays Leo on a bed in there.

He makes sure that the monitor is still well connected to him.

Donnie gets the shell and creature into an analysis chamber. It closes shut before the process begins.

He taps away at his computer until something pops up.

“The particles seem to be spores that release a toxin which effects different parts of the brain. The main ones are the hippocampus and the amygdala.”

“Uh….and what does your science brain know about those parts?” Raph questions.

“The hippocampus handles a lot of things so that isn’t good, and the amygdala….is in charge of fear.”

Mikey tenses.

“So….it could cause nightmares?”

Donnie nods.

“Since there was one in your room, it’s the most likely cause of your and Leo’s nightmares. Judging by his reaction they must have been intense. What was yours about?”

Mikey looks down.

“Is it really going to help to hear what I saw?”

“As much as it might be painful, yes. We need to be aware.”

Mikey wrings his hands together.

“In the first one, L-Leo….Leo said he hated me because I….I-I’m why you…..died. You got crushed by that freaky train monster.”

Donnie’s eyes widen before he glances away.

“So we can assume that they’re not based in any capacity of truth in the slightest.”

Mikey smiles very softly at hearing that.

Raph gently pats his head.

“Was there another one? You said first like there was a second.”

“It was….back when the Krang made you fight Leo….e-everyone but me was dead.“

Mikey can almost feel the fear that flashes through Raph through the explanation.

He, to his credit, tries to avoid it showing so that Mikey doesn’t get guilt over talking about it.

“That is never gonna happen, Raph swears on his bears.”

Donnie lifts up his goggles and puts his hand to his chin.

“They’re both dreams about the Krang. There could be some kind of connection.”

Mikey hides his face in his shell a bit.

“For once I hope you’re wrong.”

Raph puts his fists together.

“If their chewed up bubble gum lookin faces try to mess with us again, they’ll wish they were still trapped in that prison dimension.”

Donnie goes back to typing on his computer.

“I could create a tracker for these things using the pollen sample, and a way to combat its effects wouldn’t hurt.”

Mikey sighs in relief.

He could always count on his brothers, even if that made him feel bad after the fact.

Even if he didn’t believe Leo at first.

He brings his head out of his shell and suddenly sees something making its way from the under side of Donnie’s computer desk.

“Donnie! Look out!”

Donnie is barely able to making a noise in confusion before he gets grabbed back, basically pulled off his feet, by Raph.

This, however, leaves the snapping turtle wide open for the mushroom to jump at and land on his face.

Mikey and Donnie shout as a spore cloud gets sprayed in his face.

Raph grabs it off and throws it as hard as he can away, making it stop moving. He starts coughing from inhaling so much at once.

“Raph! Are you okay!?” Mikey asks with extreme panic.

Raph wipes at his eyes.

“Don’t worry big guy, it’ll take more than weird dust to take me down.” He turns to smile at Mikey before his face falls.

Mikey hadn’t seen him this terrified since Leo talked about closing the portal.

Raph’s breathing grows heavy.

Donnie quickly moves in front of him.

“Raph, what’s going on?”

Raph tears up, hand shakily raising up to put Donnie’s cheek in his hand.

“It’s….it’s gonna be okay, alright? I’m here, R-Raph’s here!”

Donnie and Mikey are both entirely confused.

They have no way of knowing what their brother is seeing.

Both of them are blind to the pink, wriggling tentacles in his vision.

Donnie doesn’t know that there’s Krang around his jaw, spreading onto his shoulders and even infecting his goggles somehow.

Mikey is unaware of the pink goo covering his right eye, or the grotesque mouth replacing the palm that was normally hand in hand with one of his brother’s.

Most of all, nobody would be able to truly understand just how much it was taking him to not run, not be so scared that he shuts down.

He never told a soul what the Krang made him see when they tricked him into revealing their lair.

Despite how he suffered, what hurt him worse was how he failed his family. He wasn’t strong enough to fight against it.

He doesn’t know what he’ll do if he messes up again.

Donnie carefully moves Raph’s hand away and squeezes it.

“Raph. You have to tell me what you’re seeing.”

“Y-You don’t feel it? It doesn’t hurt?….You can talk? I couldn’t….”

“You couldn’t?….You think we’re krangified.”

Raph blinks some tears away.

“Y-You’re…..not?”

“Listen to me Raph, it’s only a hallucination. We’re okay. Close your eyes and just focus on me.”

“Dee, I can’t, I-I just can’t, what if somethin happens? I have to be able to protect you, Mikey and Leo!”

“The best way you can do that is to trust us.”

Raph inhales sharply.

“Okay, okay….” He closes his eyes.

Donnie moves Raph’s hand back up to his face, allowing him to feel that there were no regularities.

Raph seems to relax slightly.

“There’s nothing there. The Krang aren’t here, they’re gone.” Donnie insists.

“Mikey, could ya say something too?”

“I’m here Raph! I’m all good. We both are.” He puts Raph’s other hand on his face as well, nuzzling into it.

Raph slowly, nervously, opens up his eyes and smiles when he sees the normal faces of his brothers.

He pulls his hands away and hugs them tightly in relief.

“Quick thinking, Donnie.”

Donnie smirks slightly.

“I take payments in the form of being the top of the turtle pile and extra chances to pick the show we watch during hangout time.”

Him and Mikey feel the rumble of chuckling from Raph.

“Looks like we sorta figured out a way to snap each other out of it.”

“And we know we can hear each other when it happens.” Mikey adds.

“I’d rather stay on the safe, scientific side and create something to eradicate all these pests.” Donnie interjects.

Raph opens his mouth to talk, but stops short when he looks behind them.

“Guys, more got in!” He turns the two around so they can see.

Somehow, a group of the creatures slipped in and we’re just waiting there and staring at them.

The group scream in a high pitched way as Donnie tries to get the doors opened.

Once they are, Raph grabs Leo and everyone runs out together.

This is the thing that finally wakes him up.

He groggily lifts his top half up from over Raph’s shoulder.

“Ugh, I feel like the teapot after getting used for sports ball….”

“Leo!” Donnie, Mikey and Raph yell in unison.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it-….wait, that thing in Mikey’s room!”

“We’re running from a bunch of them now!” Mikey explains.

“There’s more!? Where are they coming from!?”

“No current clue about that!” Donnie answers.

“We should warn dad!”

“He went to his Hidden City poker night! We won’t be back until tomorrow!”

“Then I can just portal us to safety-“

“No!“ The others yell at the same time.

“You guys! This is not the time for me to keep up the promise! Let me just get us to April’s and then you can yell at me later!” He looks around for something to turn into a sword.

“I thought you learned to trust us, Leo!” Raph says angrily.

“I do trust you! That doesn’t mean I can’t tell when you guys are making bad decisions because you’re too focused on me! So stop running and let me make sure we’re all safe! Me included!” Leo pushes up from his shoulder.

Raph slowly stops running, followed by Donnie and Mikey.

They were all aware that they might have been a bit suffocating with how they hover over Leo ever since he did what he did.

To his credit, he hasn’t complained even once until right now.

And also to his credit, it was for good reason.

Raph gently sets him down.

“Leo….I’m-“

“Nope, no “I’m sorries.” I don’t need it. I’m not mad. You guys know how much I love being the center of attention.” He smiles as he kneels down to look more.

Raph smiles as well.

“Here, take the pole I got from the med bay.” Donnie suggests.

“Always got just what we need.” Leo takes it and then has a sword in his hand.

As this interaction is happening, Mikey looks a bit into the darkness of the area in front of them.

He’s horrified when the darkness takes shape and starts squirming.

A horde of creatures begin wriggling out.

It’s too late to do anything as the others also notice.

A spore cloud envelopes them.

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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Hiii I love your work so much :D I was wondering in case requests are open if you could write about the M6 with a transmasc MC? <33

The Arcana HCs: M6 with an MC with gender dysphoria

~ this one hits close to home for me, considering I'm a trans dude myself. Have some affirming headcanons, my friends, you're the bravest people in the room just by being yourselves - brainrot ~

Julian

He's so casually accepting of your identity that you wonder at first if he's even clued in to the trickier parts of transness

Until one evening, when you've been getting ready for bed, and the next thing you know you've been stuck in front of the mirror for half an hour, staring at all the parts and shapes of your body that don't fit right

The mood swings Julian goes through when he walks in on you half-dressed for bed are hilarious in hindsight:

You watch him go from "yay, time to snuggle with my loved one :)" to "woah, time to *snuggle* with my loved one!" to "oh no, my loved one needs snuggles :("

The first thing he'll do is stand between you and the mirror. If you're going to fixate on someone's body he'd rather it be his

Then he'll be handing you what you were going to put on, piece by piece, until you're clothed the way you like to be

And then he'll be folding you into one of his all-encompassing hugs, almost like he's trying to squeeze the dysphoria out of you

He never commented on it because he adores the way you present already, and you had never mentioned wanting to do more

Now he's listening to you talk and wanting to smack himself in the face for not offering his doctorly services earlier

"MC, I'm so sorry, I - ah, that is, I should have said earlier, I can help with that. I know of medicine for that, I even have a connection or two who could do even more!"

What started as a comfort session quickly turns into a "the doctor is in" moment. If you let him he'll even drag you down to his office and conduct a full interview

He'll be spending the next few hours jotting down notes, pulling out books and folders and presenting you with all your options

As soon as you've finished putting together your initial care plan he's sweeping you back to bed

"I know what it's like to feel incomplete, MC. But you still and always will take my breath away."

Asra

It might be a little wrong of you, but sometimes Asra makes you jealous

They're so perfectly them. Just as relaxed in a skirt as they are in trousers, and stunning no matter what

Sometimes, standing next to him, you feel like all your flaws are on display. You already struggle not to come across as one gender and feel like you're never quite projecting the other one enough, and yet somehow he's both proficient and comfortable in both of them

You never feel like this when it's just the two of you, but when you're in public sometimes it feels like everyone's staring in the wrong way

They love you, and they notice, so one day they tap into your bond to check in on you

He doesn't expect the waves of emotion that hit him before you can reign them in. He's got you back to the shop before you can blink and pulling you down into a pillow pile

"Why didn't you tell me about this, MC? People aren't supposed to hurt by themselves, you taught me that."

They're quick to understand what you do - and don't - say. The next thing you know, they're whisking you away to their gate

When you wake up the next morning, it's to an unusually empty bed

He'll set you up by a pool and spend forever playing with your reflection with you, studying the way you express your dysphoria and showing you how he sees and adores you in return

Which might leave you dizzy - you don't often see yourself through their eyes, but when you do, you are dazzlingly perfect

You don't hear a word from them until that evening, when they return with the brightest, most mysterious smile

He'll turn his satchel up and dump ingredients, potions, and random notes onto your table. It's a whole pile of gender affirming magic, some temporary, some permanent, some incomplete

"I love you because you are yourself, MC. Let's get you even closer to that."

Nadia

You love her. You do. She's a goddess on earth. But sometimes you wish she'd let you wear more of your own wardrobe and not the exquisite pieces she commissioned you

It's not because you feel like they don't match your gender. She's perfectly insightful and has always been affirming

But they make you feel so ... visible. And sometimes just the sight of your own hands can feel like a little too much

But you don't want her to feel bad

So you get into the habit of wearing a gift for breakfast, and then changing into normal clothes after you part ways and conducting your own business from the shop. Portia showed you the back door into your wing weeks ago, and you use that to change back before dinner

Until Nadia wonders why she never sees you around the palace anymore, and decides to pay your shop a surprise visit

At first she's worried that she's done something wrong. Are the clothes not to your liking? Are you embarrassed to wear them in public? Has she been overbearing?

But then you manage to stammer out an explanation, and her first response is to turn your shop sign to "closed" so she can go over every reason why she loves seeing your body

She's also going to rummage through your closet and go shopping with you to get a better understanding of what you're comfortable in

And the next day, she'll have the palace doctor in to evaluate you and give you all available gender affirming options

As you get a solid plan in place, she'll start gathering resources to take you on vacation near the best specialists there are

Regularly checks in on your wardrobe state and involves you in her fashion plans

"When I look at you, I see my darling MC. I'll do everything in my power to help you see them too."

Muriel

He knows exactly what it feels like to have a body that doesn't fit him

He notices when you experience dysphoria long before you say anything about it to him. He doesn't pick up on the cause until you first talk with him about your identity

Unfailingly sympathetic and supportive. He doesn't speak much, but he chooses his words carefully when he does and they are always very affirming

He never hears you express a desire to specifically change anything though, until one eventful lunchtime

The two of you had spent all morning clearing some fallen branches and you'd be going into town that afternoon, so he suggested bathing before lunch

Normally, you love baths. There's a wonderful setup at the edge of the clearing with a freshwater spring, and in the evenings you get a clear view of the stars

But it's broad daylight, he's waiting for you in the water, and you can't get in because you can't bring yourself to undress

He's more perceptive than he lets on. Just as you're starting to shake a little you can hear his low rumble suggesting a solution

"... you can bathe with your clothes on. I don't mind. I've done it before."

It's a weird feeling, but you get clean and he gives you the hut to yourself to change

He doesn't bring it up until after dinner, when he quietly asks how you're feeling, and then it's like a dam has burst and all you can do is talk about what feels so wrong and what you wish you could change

He'll be unusually affectionate that evening, holding you in all the ways that feel safe

The next morning he'll have your lunches packed to go back into town. When you ask him about it, he'll tell you it's so you can visit Asra and Nadia (and yes, even Julian) to find out what they can do to help transition

"Your body is yours, MC. I love you, and I want you to feel that way about it too."

Portia

She thinks about you being trans/gender nonconforming the way she thinks about you being a magician - it's cool af and just another thing she loves about you

Which is why it never occurs to her that you would feel any discomfort around it

In her mind, you are the protagonist of your own story. You can summon water and fire with a snap of your fingers

So however you exist, she assumes that's exactly how you intend to be

That kind of admiration is exactly the confidence boost you need sometimes

Until you're having a particularly bad day and her version of a pep talk is complimenting the parts of your body that feel the least like your own

You know she would never mean to make you feel the way she's making you feel, but now you just want to be alone and invisible

She's not stupid. She can tell it's something she said, but she has no idea what or why

She'll give you space for about fifteen minutes and then appear with a hot drink and a snack. She doesn't want to pressure you, but she doesn't want to be shut out

There's a lot of back and forth of explaining and crying (at least on her part) and by the end of it you're both emotionally exhausted but it's nice to have another layer of assumptions out of the way

Now that she understands you better, you'll never go a day without her hyping you up

She also never makes another ambassador trip without applying her thirst for knowledge to that area's gender affirming practices

You have more options than you know what to do with, and a partner ready to cheer you on as you try whatever appeals to you

Way more excited than you thought she'd be to explore every change that happens. No such thing as an "ugly duckling phase" here

"You're my partner in crime, MC! Of course I want to go on this adventure with you!"

Lucio

Choosing your own identity? He's been there. He much prefers his chosen name "Lucio" to his mother's choice of "Montag"

The gender part of it doesn't really register with him. He does not care what's in your pants or on your body. As long as he gets access to it he's a happy guy

He's also a handsy guy

You generally don't mind it. You've communicated about this, and he is as respectful as he can be

Except that on some days, when you really do want physical affection, you hate being touched in a way that draws attention to parts of your body specifically

And today, when you just want to hide in your clothes, he seems to think you're irresistible

He's starting to pick up on your weird mood, and now he's worrying that he's made an oopsie

Did you tell him not to touch you somewhere and he forgot? Are you just not up for touching and he ran over you?

He's getting increasingly irritated, he wants to fix whatever's wrong so he can move on and love you, but he doesn't know how

Mercedes and Melchior are getting increasingly agitated, so you end up just calling for a midday break and explaining everything that's bothering you

Once he knows it's not his fault he's relieved, but once he knows how you feel he's furious

No lover of his should feel this way! He won't stand for it!

Will be aggressively affirming (especially where there's touch involved) and stare down anyone who he thinks is looking at you weird

Every area you travel through, he'll ask about different doctors or spells for you. Will happily stay in one place for a while if you find something ideal

"You're the best there is, MC. You shouldn't settle for anything less!"

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Hello mochimoch my favourite mochicat. A polytechs prompt for you: the three of them going on a long distance date while Mumbo is travelling off server and Iskall is doing on Vault Hunters

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reminder that reblogs do more than likes <3

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“Scar is doing what?!”

Iskall’s laugh comes through Grian’s communicator a bit choppy, too echoey and a bit robotic. The call does little in favor of the laugh, but Grian has heard it so much that the sound is forever ingrained in his ears. He can hear it quite clearly.

“He’s certainly more of a menace than a superhero,” Grian chuckles himself, shaking his head. “I think we’re all living in fear of being snipped from behind.”

“Gosh,” Mumbo sighs with a little amused huff, shaking his head. “I guess we got off server at the right time then.” He’s moving something around on camera, hands just out of frame. His sleeves are rolled up, and Grian can see bits of redstone dust on his shirt and face.

“Come on Mumbo,” Iskall says, “knowing your luck Scar’ll keep this up until you get back.” There’s something teasing in his voice, and it makes Grian smile softly, fond.

“I hate that you’re right,” Mumbo grumbles.

“How’s your Vaulting going, Iskall?” Grian inquires, looking at his camera.

With the way the camera is set up, Grian and Mumbo have a good view of the other’s storage set up. They’ve been rummaging through a bunch of their chests for a good portion of the call, crafting things. There’s some kind of altar set up that he’s been setting items down on.

“Oh, just great! Omega success!” Iskall answers, fiddling around with something in his hands. “Haven’t died once.”

There’s something about their tone that makes Grian and Mumbo share a look through the screen. “You totally did, didn’t you?” Grian questions.

“They definitely did.” Mumbo nods sagely in agreement.

“I— gah! Menaces, the two of you,” Iskall grumbles, making them both laugh. Iskall joins in a second later, and warm laughter echoes in the room of Mumbo’s vault. It almost sounds like they’re here with him.

Yearning burns in Grian’s chest as he looks at his partners, his smile softening at the edges. He’s wearing one of Iskall’s green hoodies over his jumper, and each time he breathes in he gets a soft whiff of spruce. Except the smell is beginning to fade. He watches both of them, and he aches.

“Everything alright over there, Gri?” Mumbo asks, looking at him. His camera is mostly clear, allowing Grian to clearly see the concerned look in his eyes.

“Huh?” Grian looks at him. “I’m fine.”

Iskall looks at him with a small frown. “You look like you’re seconds away from crying,” he pauses, “you’re also wearing my hoodie again, Birdie.”

Grian pauses, realizing very easily that he’s been caught. “I’m fine, really,” he says, because he is. He then hesitates, glancing around Mumbo’s unfinished vault. He sighs, wings drooping behind him slightly.

Mumbo had been the first to go off server, saying he needed to rediscover his spark. Grian could see the break was something he needed, and was the first to encourage him to take said break. Iskall was right behind him, and Grian thought he’d be just fine with Iskall around, that it’d make missing Mumbo easier.

But then Iskall had taken a break as well, and Grian was alone. They have their ways of staying in touch, in keeping each other in the loop and making sure they all know how loved they are. If Grian is being honest though, it isn’t the same as being able to fly to Mumbo or Iskall’s bases and flop into their arms. It isn’t the same as being in the same room as they are and laughing along, leaning against them when he can’t hold himself up.

His flock feels incomplete.

“I miss you both,” he admits, fidgeting with his hands.

“Oh Gri,” Mumbo murmurs, “I miss you too.”

Iskall nods, “It’s weird being able to do redstone without worrying about a pesky bird dropping a potato in there.”

“Hey!” Grian squawks, “I didn’t know it’d do that!”

Warm laughter spills from Iskall as they grin at Grian, “And I’ll never let you live it down.” Their grin softens at the edges as their voice goes a bit softer, “I miss you both very much.”

Just hearing them say that makes his chest swell, and rather than diving any further into his emotions, Grian eyes them both, “I’m going to cover both of your bases in chickens. For a welcome home present.”

Mumbo goes pale and mutters something about leaving Grian unsupervised while Iskall laughs. But the important thing is Grian sees his feathers on both their persons (an earring in Mumbo’s ear, a bracelet around Iskall’s wrist), and he melts.

His flock has parts of him, too.

#mochi speaks #polytechs #grumbo #griskall #mumskall #hermitshipping #mochi writes #IM SORRY ABOUT THE ROUGH ENDING AAAAAAAAA

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RotG and HiJack Recs

Alright, I'm building this list because some of these fics are just a tad dusty, and they could use more love. (A lot more love, I am literally dying from how much I adored these.) But note that a good few are incomplete.

Let's start with:

INCOMPLETE FICS

The Long Road:

Presently Gen, but Hiccup very much falls for Jack. He does however retain his feelings for Astrid, so bear that in mind. There's the classic Viking mindset when it comes to homosexual relationships that's pretty much giving Hiccup like a lot of anxiety.

But beyond that! I cannot shower this fic with enough praises! It gives me the same sort of excitement that the RotG movie does. Jack's characterization is Spot On. He's friendly and outgoing and also incredibly secretive and flighty. It balances out Jack's blunt mannerisms with a joyous charm and just that hint of vulnerability (which he keeps so well hidden lol).

The plots take place after HttyD, during the Riders of Berk TV series. Jack is folded into the Dragon Rider group who considers him some kind of Elf. Yes, this is Jack Frost in all his frosty glory. The way the story builds on a solid foundation of camaraderie and friendship, giving plenty of scenes to show how Hiccup and Jack became great friends, lends well to the Hiccup's realization of: "Oh I'm into him". Without giving too many spoilers, that "oh" moment is forever ingrained into my memory because of how PERFECTLY timed it is.

This blends Guardians of Childhood book verse with HttyD book verse, mostly via cameos over lore. Overall, a beautiful, fun, and simply enchanting read. I cannot recommend this enough.

A Story about Ice, Dragon Fire, and Belief:

Another gen fic. Mostly, it's about North looking at Jack and going, "he's my son now", and Jack having absolutely none of it. When placed together with Stoik and Hiccup's relationship, it becomes an almost interesting study of contrasts. North is the guy who's trying to prove something to a boy that he disappointed. Hiccup is the guy who's trying to prove something to a man that he disappointed. But ultimately, it ends up the same with a schism forming between the two pairs the harder one of them tries to breach it.

Also, it talks about how Jack is a force of fucking nature? And his blizzards can kill and have killed in the past? There's a little bit of trying to reconcile that with his new ID as a guardian. North is not doing a great job helping here.

But really the Crown Jewel of this fic is North and Berk's reactions to North (and by proxy his relationship to Jack). We go a little into the historical Viking side of things (like the pillaging et al), and apply that lens to this jolly old man. Let's just say some troubling (hilarious) assumptions are drawn. Also...

Everyone loves the sleigh.

I think this is one of the few RotG and HttyD crossovers that really do a good job of merging the two movies. Primarily because it's not just Jack in Berk. And this just made me hungry for more fics where more of the RotG cast arrive as Berk, and be just 100% fantastical and strange as the bedtime stories they are. Put some respect on the Guardians name, if you know what I'm saying.

In the Shadows of My Mind:

This one is an RotG only fic. No pairings except for whatever's going on between Pitch and Nightlight (and by proxy Jack). It's not a for real pairing. That said, it's such a complex and intricate relationship that doesn't resemble a romance but remains markedly intimate. Basically, this fic takes advantage of Pitch and Nightlight's ridiculously long history then throws Jack into the mix. Alive, human Jack in an early 18th century colonial town wherein he very recently did not drown (and boy, isn't that suspicious?)

My favorite thing about this fic is how spot on the dialogue feels? The lexicon, the syntax feels true to the time its set in. Although, I can't say that it is accurate as I'm not an expert of this time period in this region. Regardless, it certainly appears that a good stack of research went into this.

All that said, this fic has captured Bill Joyce's writing style the best, but with a deeper, more complex, more mature layer underpining that bedtime like vibe. There's a good host of OCs but genuinely, I didn't notice them as OCs. I could really believe they were characters of Joyce's books. Not to mention, they feel like fully fleshed out individuals even if they have like maybe two paragraphs of screentime.

The entire premise hinges on the idea of "what if Jack survived the skating accident" and everyone's reactions to that, as well as... the hidden secret thing that involves Nightlight. GoC spoilers are hinted so beware. But the little interplay between Nightlight and Jack is such a delicious little mystery, and also makes me so sad. These two boys deserved better.

Then we throw in Pitch for fun, because Pitch is always fun, and he just makes the whole thing even more complicated or as Jack calls it, "unnatural". But he's not even the main villain. It's Christianity. JK. That said, the fic does explore the idea of well, how would a fairly backwater colony be able to explain how Jack survived or... the powers that's slowly revealing itself from within him. There's a particularly nasty boy (around Jack's age), who is an OC and I believe an exceptionally well placed one. The OC understood his role to play and he plays it fantastically. Everytime he shows up, I too feel scared and indignant and excited all at once.

Speaking of great OCs, shoutout to Jack's Da. His appearances are brief but the impact is maximized with each appearance. He has that sense of realism and whimsy baked into him that I could gush endlessly about.

Overall, just a pure delight to read. Will re-read again and again.

Zastruga:

Total Gen fic. And a classic in my opinion.

I started reading this when I was in college - note the publish date. Nevermind the update date. Because even after all these years, this story? Still good. Still very very good.

This takes the original RotG plot and makes it more epic, and also more sad. RotG was very joyful at its core, which this fic somehow manages to retain. But it's just under a layer of sad. It's not overwhelming angst though, just enough to really pinch your heart.

Also whereas the movie has a few epic battles before things go really wrong, this fic stretches that out into a proper war against Pitch (and Jack). That's right. Jack is with Pitch ala Mother Gothel/Judge Frollo style. Jack isn't locked up entirely. He's given just enough rope to hang himself with. Mind the Jack whump is what I'm saying. But also do note that Jack's character remains as steadfast and loyal as he ever was in RotG, so the whump just hits nicer since this Jack isn't so irrevocably changed.

I have re-read this before. I will re-read this again. Nevermind the incomplete status. There's plenty of chapters that simply give me great joy.

COMPLETE FICS

It's the Great Spirit Sleigh, Hiccup Haddock:

Gen fic, in that there's no pairing actively getting together. But remains faithful to the original canon's hinted love interests. So Hiccup has a big crush on Astrid and Jack leans towards Tooth. That said, the relationship between Hiccup and Jack is just plain adorable and also heart-wrenching. They care about each other. So Much.

Now this is just a good holiday cheer. It literally has the Hallmark movie template, which is the point really. You know, the whole "oh no, a holiday is ruined" followed by "clever and charming ways to fix the holiday". With Hiccup and Jack taking the starring roles.

If you know your Hallmark movies, then you know that the leads get together in the end. And they don't in this fic. But the amount of "Gosh do I care about you" is so good. It's a lot of hurt and a lot of comfort. And I am here for it.

Also, this fic was completed way before the HttyD 3 movie so it doesn't have a canon compliant ending. That may be a bonus for some of you.

Scary Monsters and Super Creeps:

Pre JackRabbit (Bunny/Jack). But honestly the pairing isn't the main focus, mostly that Jack and Bunny admit to liking each other (but not to each other). So their dynamic remains in the best bros category. The pairing mostly shows through the plot machinations.

So long story short, Pitch opens the Guardian-Verse and recruits the other versions of the Guardians - the corrupt versions. And it's good, action/adventure fun. There's some gore, so mind that. Because the corrupt versions are nasty little things that fight dirty. Which makes the action feel like there's legit stakes. Also makes for a quick read because you must know what happens next? Did they get out of this sticky situation? Are they going to be okay? That sort of thing.

#rise of the guardians #how to train your dragon #hijack #frostcup

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Since you seem to be doing a lot of villain posting, how about this: Villains of your choice with an S/O that fully supports their evil team's goals. Why S/O would feel this way is up to you, but they don't think their lover needs to change; the world does.

nssnns in a way I think I established that with Maxie's and Archie's s/os but not as strongly

cw: supporting these dudes at their worst, angst in lysandre's and cyrus's parts,

characters: Lysandre, Cyrus, Maxie, Archie

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ He was aware his ideals were difficult for most to comprehend. Like a strong brew of coffee, most could not bear the intensity of what he believed was best for the world. The Kalosian man simply could not allow for things to continue as they were, however. Greedy, cruel people sought to harm other people and pokemon; to take away the beauty of this world he felt so passionately about. It only made sense that with his passion you, his partner, were well aware of his plans. You were second only to him in Team Flare, even. Even Malva did not dare argue against you, lest she risk the ire of a certain giant.

☕️ The discussion of his plans was something he did without any concerns of your rejecting them. Lysandre had been with you for so long and felt certain that you would understand his ideals even if no one else could. He needed to preserve this world's beauty by committing the ultimate sacrifice. There would be no more struggling over resources, nor would those with ill intentions exist to cause further harm. It would be an unfortunate burden on him forever, however.

☕️ The manner which you came to feel this way may not have been entirely known to Lysandre, but he had heard many different reasons from his members to have an idea. There was an urge to pry into it from him, curious as to what had hurt you so deeply as your caring lover, but he resisted. Forcing one to recount painful things was not something he wished to do. Yet, knowing that something out there had caused you such grave pain spurred him deeper into his plans and ideals. For you, he would easily set the world aflame.

☕️ Admittedly, you have very little to do with the reawakening of the ancient weapon. Team Flare's scientists were the ones who tirelessly worked to bring it out. You, however, were there to comfort and console him through the ups and downs of his operations. Your unwavering support and reassurance made the burden of what he would have to do a bit lighter. It was not long until Geosenge was a mess as the ultimate weapon bloomed in its centre. His hand grasped your own as he watched from the lab. Soon, everything would change forever.

☕️ When everything failed, it felt as if the world had ended for you, but no one else. Lysandre left to unknown status in the rubble of the laboratory as you were forced to live in the world that viewed him as a madman of horrid ideals. Team Flare was remarked a horrible stain on Kalos's already troubled history, and you were left alone and waiting for the day you may see Lysandre again. Desperately, you wished to believe him alive and out in the world. Until that day came, you would continue to hold on to his ideals in his stead.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Nearly all of his team supports what twisting of the truths he fed to them. Claims of making a better world were eaten up eagerly and believed almost unquestionably, even from his highest of commanders. Saturn had not a clue what his intentions for this new world were, and Mars and Jupiter especially did not. You, however, did. Not that Cyrus would have you involved in Team Galactic officially, but it was well understood you had authority that was only directly surpassed by the Galactic Boss himself.

☄️ You were well aware of his true intentions. He was not lying about creating a world he believed to be superior to this one, but it was nothing for Team Galactic. It was all for himself… And, you, too, he supposed. This world held suffering and strife due to how such an incomplete thing as spirit remains. Cyrus had spoken of these things to you in complete confidence that you would understand. There was still mild surprise on his part when you expressed agreement with his plans. Truthfully, a small amount of doubt had dwelled within him. The way you had cupped his cheeks and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips told him everything he needed to know.

☄️ You were kindred souls in a way. This world was a cruel and unkind place that was drowned in petty discourse and strife that simply seemed impossible to ever settle. While Cyrus knew not the details that had brought you to the point of wishing spirit gone just as he had, he silently acknowledged the suffering and pain you must have gone through. If there was one thing he could not stand, it was the thought of you in any kind of pain. His original plans had been to keep you ignorant and unaware of his actions, truthfully.

☄️ Ultimately, it helps put him at ease knowing you would unfaltering help him towards his ultimate goal. Cyrus being able to confide in you released some of the burden on him. Plans were more accurately discussed and considered while raking over books of Sinnoh's myths. He felt certain that everything would go to plan, as you both soon had found yourselves at Spear Pillar with the Red Chain in his possession. One look at you reminder him of his certainty as he forced forth both the legendary pokemon of Sinnoh.

☄️ When the dust had settled and Cyrus vanished into the Distortion World, you felt empty. Perhaps even emptier than he claimed to be. Cynthia had spoken to you afterward, attempting to find out more about what Cyrus was doing. She had told you he had chosen to stay in the dimension. You begged her to let you join him, but she simply refused, promising to help you in any way she could. Then, to even more of your upset, one of his commanders decided to make themselves boss of Team Galactic. You quickly quit, uninterested in anything else but Cyrus and his goals. Somehow, you would find your way to him and help him finish the world you both desired.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 The Magma Leader had many supporters. His belief in bettering humanity by providing more land for resources was something noble. Scientists and trainers easily rallied under him as they worked tirelessly in the goal of awakening the super-ancient pokemon Groudon to do their bidding. You, as his partner, were naturally involved in his work. One of his admins, you helped him as he moved along the region to investigate possible leads. Your position was certainly high there, but not overly so as to be unfair to others.

🪨 Maxie was not at all shy about his plans. He and Archie breaking apart from how passionate and dedicated he was to them, even. You had likely heard them before most people had due to your closeness. It was hard to disagree with him. More land did seem like a reasonable way to solve numerous crises that would arise if they had not already. His confidence in his plans easily convinced you, too, alongside just wanting to support him.

🪨 His dedication and planning were something admirable in your eyes. The way he led Team Magma as a firm and capable leader was mostly what led you to support him, outside of finding his concerns about the bettering of humanity something noble. Maxie felt at ease to have your full support, especially when you voiced your utmost trust in him. He hated to consider the possibility of you turning against him and, yet it was something that crossed his mind many times before speaking with you about his plans.

🪨 It was often you aided in whatever research you could to figure out a way to awaken the legendary pokemon from its slumber. Many missions were worked with you at his side for ease of communication and improvisation where it may be required. Your unyielding support bolstered his confidence. It was not long until the Red Orb was in Team Magma's possession alongside a stolen submarine. Soon, he would depart to the seafloor to awaken the slumbering beast for his bidding. Your praises lauded him even deeper into his convictions.

🪨 With everything that followed revolving around Groudon's awakening and the endless drought it brought, you felt confused. Tabitha's subsequent demands and panic about the readings made you horrified at what you had helped bring about. Maxie himself in terror at the idea of mass extinction. When a child had to fix the horrible situation your team had done, there was more salt in your wounds. It was hard to accept all that had happened, but you were forced to. Maxie's goals subsequently shifted to something more reasonable as he changed the direction of Team Magma after it all ended. You remained at his side, still eager to nurture the better side of his ambitions.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Archie had a lot of people on his side. His charisma and genuineness, easily attracting many to his side and believing in his plans of awakening Kyogre to solve the problem that was causing him distress. It was almost impossible for him not have you involved in Team Aqua in some way. Even if you did not have an official title, being the leader's partner held enough authority in general. You did, however, being an admin like Shelly and Matt were. There was certainly some favouritism towards you, but not enough to really warrant any bad feelings among the members. Everyone did know to be respectful to you, though.

💧 The Aqua Leader had told you about his plans before he even had a firm grasp on his end goal. His worries about the ocean growing polluted and uninhabitable for the pokemon alongside just wishing to aid the creatures was something that came from a genuinely kind place. It ended up driving apart he and Maxie, so he leaned more on to you. His plans became solidified and seemingly reasonable enough. Kyogre would turn this world back to a pure state, something obviously needed. It was hard to tell him 'no', too. His smile far too convincing.

💧 Archie was pure hearted in his intentions. You felt it entirely. He hated how humanity had become apathetic to their own effects on this planet and wished to put an end to it to protect nature and pokemon. A certain sadness in his eyes reflected out the turmoil he felt from seeing cruelty that obviously haunted him. There was belief in you that it was kindness that drove him to, what must have seemed to an outsider, such extreme measures. Archie was comforted by the fact you understood his wishes truly, that he had so much support from you and his entire team.

💧 You were by his side through the thick and thin of his missions, aiding him where and when Matt and Shelly could not. Helping with the research into Kyogre late into the nights. Archie could not believe how lucky he was to have you as his partner. The solution of the Blue Orb was soon in your hands, and plans of securing a submarine brewing in the team's plans. He squeezed you into a tight hug as he thanked you endlessly for your support through of all of this. It would not be long until Kyogre's power purified this world.

💧 When the downpour began and Shelly panicked, you knew something was horribly wrong. When Archie re-emerged and was told of the imminent world flooding. All of you felt terrified about what had been unleashed. When a child somehow came to the world's rescue, you could watch the cogs turning in the Aqua Leader's head. After the storm died down and Kyogre was calmed, you could watch as he stood firm and took accountability for his actions. You felt your own responsibility, too, having so thoughtlessly supporting him. The restructuring of Team Aqua's purpose had your full support, and Archie shifting gears for his goals. Now, you felt more aware to call him out, too.

#pokemon x reader #lysandre x reader #cyrus x reader #maxie x reader #archie x reader #pokemon lysandre x reader #pokemon cyrus x reader #pokemon maxie x reader #pokemon archie x reader #lysandre/reader #cyrus/reader #maxie/reader #archie/reader #pokemon/reader

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