#to conclude: yes — after a minute LOL

[willowser]

If Fuyumi had a child, you think Dabi would love his nephew or niece?

interesting question !! hmm...🤔 i think after her announcement and throughout her pregnancy, he wouldn't really care too much. he'd probably be a little grossed out ?? a little confused, like, why did you want to have some damn brats ??? but i think after the baby is born, he changes. i think he comes to respect her a little more ?? and it might even make him a lil sad, a lil soggy, because his little sister is a mom now 🥺 and he'll never admit it, but he knows she'll be a damn good one 🥺 as i usually say with touya and little babies, i think it would take time for him to warm up to them ??? but once he does, oh, he's the fun uncle. his older brother skills come back to him pretty quickly and he's throwing the kid in the air and helping it get dressed and holding them upside down LOL

#to conclude: yes — after a minute LOL #being an uncle is easy bc he can have all the fun of the brat without it actually being his LOL #but i think something about it reminds him of when they were all four in the house together and he was the oldest #supposed to be in charge even though he was just a kid too #it takes him back to those days but in a good way #CUUTEEEE #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: dabi/touya

[odiesbun]

♡...Their s/o asks for an unusual pet...♡

There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes and your request!

genre: fluff

warning: the author's dumb humor, animals, nothing serious

w.c: 0.7k

a/n: I got confused about the number of my bands and now I'm out of ideas again, lol.

♡Yeonjun♡

He didn't mind getting an animal of some sort, like a cat or a dog, but clearly not the two rats that were now circling near his hands, sniffing his skin.

- „I expected anything, prepared for the worst, but I clearly wasn't expecting to see two rats in my house.“ - Yeonjun sighed, setting one of the rats on his shoulder.

- „So you think this is the easiest option?” - You smirk, picking up the loose rat and gently stroking it along its short fur.

- „No, that's the worst option... But at least they'll live in a cage, right?” - He looks at you hopefully, chuckling nervously.

- „Yes. But if you don't mind sleeping with two rats in bed, that's fine.” - You giggle maliciously, leaving poor Yeonjun to pair up with a rat.

♡Soobin♡

Your conversation happened to come up about your childhood desires, then about animals, and you managed to combine the two topics by talking about how you'd like to get a crocodile.

- „We're not getting a crocodile.” - Soobin answers firmly, crossing his arms. He said the same sentence without even bothering to fully listen to your question.

- „Why?” - You whine, sprawled out in a star pose on the bed.

- „Because... Because he's going to eat Odie.” - Soobin shrugs, smirking. That wasn't really the reason he ACTUALLY didn't want to have a crocodile. In fact, he just doesn't want to share a bathroom with that huge, toothy animal.

- „Do you love your hedgehog more than you love your girlfriend's wishes?” - You frown, leaning on your elbows and looking questioningly at the preening Soobin.

- „I love you equally, but at least you're able to stand up for yourself, but Odie is not.”

(Sorry, but I love Odie, that's why my account is named after him, ahaha)

♡Beomgyu♡

You didn't tell him about it. He just saw a random article online that you were reading - «On How to Keep a Monkey at Home.»

- „Are you going to keep a monkey?” - Beomgyu bursts into a loud laugh as he closes the lid of his laptop.

- „How would you know?” - You raise your eyebrows in surprise, going over your words in your head and concluding that you just couldn't physically tell Beomgyu about your sudden desire.

- „You should always clear your browser history, baby. ” - He sighs, leaning back in his chair, occasionally twitching his leg. - „So, when do we go to pick a monkey?”

Your eyes get even bigger, now growing to the size of two small saucers.

- „You mean, you agree?!” - You jump up off the couch, running up to Beomgyu. He smirks, yawning lazily and stretching.

- “I agree fifty percent, but if you really want it and your monkey's not noisier than me, that's fine with me.” - Choi shrugs, handing you a laptop to choose a kennel with unusual animals together.

♡Taehyun♡

I remind you that in addition to Taehyun's cat, he had a snake named Cherry(kor.: Aengdu), so that could already be considered an unusual animal, but that wasn't enough for you.

- „Let's get a squirrel.” - Suddenly you suggest, in the middle of the night's silence, when you both couldn't sleep. There is a moment of silence, and Taehyun slowly turns his head toward you, bulging his already large eyes.

- „Why do you need a squirrel?” - He arches an eyebrow questioningly, making you giggle.

- „Well, you'll look alike. I'll be the squirrel's mother, and you'll be the father.” - You smirk, squinting and nuzzling into Taehyun's shoulder.

- „I'm not ready to be a father in my twenties...” - He sighs theatrically, putting his free hand to his forehead.

- „Is that a no?” - You whimper, looking up at him. Taehyun is silent for a few minutes.

- „It means I'll think about it. But I'm telling you right now that you're going to take care of your squirrel, not me.”

♡Huening Kai♡

As soon as you voiced your reason for insomnia, Kai was very enthusiastic about it. Huening was in all seriousness more excited about it than he was about preparing for his upcoming performance.

- „So you're willing to get a mini-pig?” - You smirk, strutting around Kai with a serious face. He laughs, raking you in a hug.

- „Yes! Let's get two pigs and walk down the street with them like a cute, elderly couple.” - Huening indulges in daydreaming, rolling onto the couch with you and giggling.

- „...Why do you have two little pigs in the house?” - Yeonjun raises his eyebrows as he walks past you. Since you've been in the boys' dorm the whole time, your conversation was heard by everyone.

- „Yes, indeed. It's too much trouble, you understand that?” - Soobin supports the older man by patting him on the shoulder and walking closer to you. Kai tsks unhappily.

- „Hyun, you don't say anything at all! You have a hedgehog living at home, that's even worse!” - Kai frowns, chasing the laughing elders away.

©Odiesbun, 2023.

#kpop #odiesbun #reactions #tomorrow x together #txt #txt reaction #txt reactions #txt imagines #choi soobin #soobin #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #choi beomgyu #beomgyu #kang taehyun #taehyun #kai #hueningkai #tomorrow x together fluff #txt fluff

[unsaidcurses]

hii, can i request a fluffy fic with felipe where he's been telling everyone he has a gf but they don't believe him so one day he brings her in to the paddock and everyone's surprised (also bonus point if she's very smart college student lol) thank u sm in advance<33

why I feel like this could be an actaul thing? anyways, sorry for the eventual mistakes and enjoy<3

pairing: felipe drugovich x fem!reader

wordcount: 1k

"hey ines. i haven't seen you in a while, how are you?"

felipe questioned clement's girlfriend, who just joined him, clem, marcus and dennis at a table in the hospitality where they were discussing the free practice they had earlier.

"im good, how about you?" she asked back giving him and the others a small hug.

"living the life, i guess." he answered offering her the chair where he was sitting near clem, going to the spare one next to marcus.

the couple shared some kisses, and the new zealander decided to tease them about it.

"get a room you two."

"or we can continue and you can go find yourself a girlfriend." the frenchman retorted with the approval of the whole group.

"no but seriously guys, when are you getting girlfriends? don't get me wrong, you're funny, but i would like some company when you're on track." ines added. she wasn't close with any other driver's girlfriend, beside the fact that they weren't present at every race, so she was often alone.

the boys started chatting about some girls they were talking to, and didn't noticed felipe's eyes darting from side to side in anticipation.

"actually-", he cleared his throat getting everyone's attention, "i have a girlfriend."

mouths agape and glances were flying around him after the confession. he waited for someone to break the silence, and dennis did.

"nah, you don't." the boys expressions relaxed, and ines pouted, believing more dennis' words than felipe's.

"what?! of course i do, why wouldn't i?" he was sure they would have made fun of him, but not that they wouldn't believe him at all.

"man, you were literally talking about farting in the car five minutes ago." clem pointed out resembling the conversation they had before ines arrived.

"yes, cause you asked me to!" the brazilian threw his hands in the air. he really didn't expected this kind of reaction.

"okay okay-", marcus stepped in when his friends started arguing about the existence of this fictitious girlfriend. "let's give him the benefic of the doubt, he does have a girlfried. then why we never saw her to races?"

"she goes to college. and she has compulsory attendance, thus it's usually me visiting her during week days, and her visiting me weeks off so we can spend more time together. she planned on coming to see the races next week. they are pretty close to her home, and her session ends in a couple of days." the boy explained the situation as it was, hoping to finally convince his friends.

"it make perfect sense." dennis simply replied.

"it does cause it's the truth! but you refuse to believe me." felipe crossed his arms as a sign of frustration. he felt incredibly fortunate and delighted to have found someone like you, who made him light-hearted, happy and that was always so supportive of him, and he couldn't share this joy with the closest people he had because they were as mature as kids.

"let's postpone this conversationt to next week then, uhm?", ines tried to smooth the waters changing subject. "but just for the record, i really hope not to be alone next friday." she concluded winking at the boy.

"count on her."

-

it was friday, the day you were coming for the first time to see one of felipe's races in person. him, clement and ines were in their motorhome doing nothing, or better, patiently waiting for you to show up.

"oh come on man, just say you don't have a partner so we can all go back to our lives." clement almost shouted, tired of just sitting tight.

your plane was supposed to arrive at the airport hours ago, and felipe would have picked you up if only the company from where you bought your tickets wasn't famous for its delay. the main problem was that felipe had to be in the paddock when your plane was expected to land, which meant you had to reach the track and get past security all the by yourself. but after a solid half an hour, you finally arrived and started looking for an orange suit.

"drugovich!" you exclaimed when you saw him in front of his car with other two people you couldn't recognize. he turned around and approached you, embracing you warmly.

"y/n! you made it." he moved back a little to look at you properly. moving a strand of hair out of your face, he leaned down to leave a sweet kiss to your lips.

"i missed your face, you know?" you whispered with your hands on his cheeks, before getting on your tiptoe to give him another kiss on the tip of his nose.

"i hope you missed more than just that." he joked, your laugh following.

you detatched and made your way towards the couple, who was now accompanied by other two boys. all of them were staring at you with wide eyes, except the girl who was broadly smiling.

"well, everybody meets y/n, y/n these are marcus, dennis, clem and his girlfriend ines" you could clearly tell how thrilled he was to introduce you to his friends from how his voice became slightly high pitched.

you talked a bit and caught up before an engineer called the teammates in orange, as they had to get ready for the free practice. the brazilian hold you close and whispered to your ear "I'll be back in a hour or so"

"drive safe, I want you in one piece" you responded with an hand in his hair to ruffle it.

when all the boys left, you remained with ines, who locked her arm with yours to bring you to the motorhome where you could watch the race and get to know each other a little better. you were glad you found someone to spend the time with, especially since she seemed great company.

-

once close to the cars, ready to get in, clem gave voice to his first impression of you to felipe."she looks cute. are you sure you didn't pay her to play the part?"

"really funny clem, but no, I did it all by myself, imagine that." he said proudly.

"mh. but I still don't believe you got a girlfriend" he ended the conversation getting in the car after their last call, only to be met with felipe's grin.

#felipe drugovich #felipe drugovich x reader #felipe drugovich imagine #f2 x reader #f2 imagine #f2

[landwriter]

Oh my god your writing has me in a choke hold!!! I’m curious about Hands and/or Shut Up, please! Your brain is amazing and lovely and I’m very excited to hear anything you have to share about your WIPs💚

Thank you so much! I've got a couple Hands asks marinating and nothing to offer for them yet, so Shut Up is the Twitter Beef AU (another excerpt here) where Hob is a comparative lit professor and Dream is an underground electronic artist, and Hob comes for him on Twitter. Death meddles and drops a diss track. Hob finds out at his last lecture before hols and plays it for his course in a fit of pique, and...ends up having the best two hours of his teaching career?

He slides into Dream's DMs for the first time under the cut:

He catches sight of the time and is surprised to see it’s five minutes past the hour. Normally, his cue is when a handful of students start pointedly packing their things in the last few minutes of the lecture. “Okay, we’ve gone on too long, because you’re all still here, letting me, but I do need to get to office hours, so let me conclude with the argument that this is why textual analysis is so important, right? The author chooses their words to say more than one thing, and, as we learned, having additional knowledge of where they’re coming from - historically, socially, culturally - is the real Rosetta stone for understanding their message. I encourage you to think about that while you choose your final paper topics over break. A final reminder that your draft thesis is due on our first week back, and yes, I will be able to tell if you came up with it that morning, so please, please, give it some thought. If anyone feels keen and wants to talk about their ideas now, you know where to find me. Office hours go until 6. Alright, go, be free. My apologies to anyone who was excited for Marlowe - we’ll cover him when we come back instead! Have an amazing break, folks.”

Students are coming over already and he holds up a quelling hand. “Office hours, guys. I have other classes! I’ll see you there.”

It’s true, of course, but also he wants just a quick moment to himself to do something. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he pulls out his phone and ignores all his notifications to send a DM to Morpheus before he can think too hard on what he’s doing.

didn't know you needed to be protected by your big sis, next time i'll go easier on you x

He hesitates, deletes the x, and sends it, and jams his phone back into his pocket. After his office hours - exhaustingly well-attended - he finally has a chance to check his phone again. He's not used to actually having three hours worth of students to talk to.

There's three messages from Morpheus.

she insisted also i wrote most of it for the record

He raises his eyebrows. The messages are from nearly two hours ago, which he hopes means it's not uncool and weird if he replies right now.

it was you? it's incredible writing

Then, feeling suddenly far too earnest, he quickly adds:

almost like you went to school for being something other than a pretentious goth cunt

His reply is marked read immediately and he nearly chokes on his tea. He desperately wishes he could delete the last message now. Too much, he thinks. Always too much, Hobsie. Morpheus is typing.

don't need to go to school for that x and thanks

He puts down his phone violently and stands up, breathes out. He feels like a teenager with a crush. His phone buzzes again and he snatches it back.

meanwhile i bet u have student loans still prof

Hob laughs.

only a little. some of us had to learn how to be pretentious actually x

He thinks for a moment, then adds, wincing a little at the size of the text block:

thanks btw. aside from threats from ur insane fans I also had the best lecture attendance in ages and my office hours were 'sold out' lol. if all I had to do for better student engagement was get in an internet feud with a random musician I'd have done it years earlier.

so u concede i'm a musician :)

you still have terrible taste in shoes hey i see you typing if you say anything about my sweatervest i'm blocking you!!

then have a good night, professor gadling

you too

Then he waits a little too long, maybe, before adding:

morpheus

#asks #twitter beef au #wip excerpts #the sandman #dreamling #my writing

[naneun-no]

Hi, how do we know Jimin wore Jk's sweater the same day? Maybe it was a different day? Or maybe they both have similar sweaters? I am just trying to understand.

Hey! Thanks for asking!

So, we know it was the same day because it was his diary-cam thing they all did during 2021 Winter Package, and he filmed his on the night of the day that he, Yoongi, and JK made beer, and JK wore that sweater (hence me saying it probably smelled like beer 🤣).

Here’s a video of Winter Package if you have the time and want to watch it:

Other bloggers have also made posts about Winter Package 2021 (I’m never gonna be a blog that details/ does extensive commentary on content as I’m neither organized nor patient enough to do so), so here’s one from @stormblessed95 if you’d like to read a breakdown of the DVD and all that went on:

Now, on how I “know” it was the same sweater: I don’t! Is it possible that Jimin has the same sweater and wore it that night? Yes… and in fact the two of them do have a history of occasionally having/wearing matching clothes (though it’s probably more the stylists’ decisions when it comes to them matching for like photo shoots and red carpets and stuff). But it would just be quite a coincidence. That they’re away for a couple days and he happened to pack the same sweater JK did, and then decided to wear it randomly that evening the same day JK wore it even though he’d already been wearing something different all day. For the sake of argument I guess we could say he could have been inspired by seeing JK wear it…? Idk. If you don’t believe there’s something going on between them, then I suppose the idea that they have the same sweater and Jimin decided to change into his before filming his log is equally as plausible as my fake scenario of asking your platonic friend to loan you their sweater. You have to admit either one is a little weird, though.

For me, I’m using the context clues of JK wearing it that same day, the fact that they had a limited wardrobe to choose from given that they were away, (editing to add what somebody noted in the comments which is that JK wasn’t wearing the sweater anymore during his log that same night 😬), all of the other boyfriend-y vibes and instances they give off and the fact that I personally think there’s something going on between them. So, I’m concluding that it was probably his man’s sweater. I believe that, and it’s really not that deep for me, haha. I could be wrong, and as I say to everyone, you’re free to come to a different conclusion. Which brings me to something I’d like to briefly touch on:

In general, while I do my absolute best not to get things wrong, I sometimes do (I’ll try to come back and edit though and make notes when I do). I’m not a BTS/Jikook encyclopedia, far from it. I never intentionally mislead, I don’t care enough about Jikook for that — I’m not on here with an agenda, just for fun 🤷‍♀️. Still, feel free to always take my stuff with a grain of salt — I’m openly biased, after all! I’m not a news outlet, just a dork who loves BTS and Jikook. Lol. Thanks for the ask!

#jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook

[mermaidsirennikita]

Hi! Do you have any recs for rly good mafia romance? I'm trying to get into it but my friend recommends the TikTok popular ones that are just....not well written

Yes, but there aren't main. Like. Three authors. Two of which I already liked for other things. (I do REALLY want to read Annika Martin's dark books, which I think are Russian mafia or Russian mafia adjacent?)

I am very picky with mafia romances because a) I was a little ethically eh on reading them for a long time because b) based on where I've lived and what I've studied, I know a bit more about the mafia than your average romance reader I think, that's not a brag it's a nerdery c) a lot of them are based in America, modern, and I've gotta say, that's corny as hell because while there are absolutely VERY powerful criminal organizations mafia-related today, they! Are! Not! V powerful! In! America! The Italian-American mafia took a huge hit in the 1980s that hasn't really let up, and while they exist and they're bad... Tony Soprano ain't doing it like like the Camorra is doing it in Italy, today, y'know? The power isn't there, and when you see, like, the billionaire Italian-American mafia guys in romance today it's too much for me. I get why it's not too much for other people. I suspend my disbelief on MANY CRAZIER THINGS. I just can't with this lol.

(Also, I have a personal issue with Italian-American romance heroes who are like "I'm Italian". Lol no you aren't. You're Italian-American. You're usually Sicilian-American. You are EYETALIAN.)

Anyway, after that preamble of why my recs are limited:

Mila Finelli's Kings of Italy series. Literally some of my favorite books I've read in forever. Set in Italy, though the heroines are from Italian-Canadian extensions (which, like, Canada for sure has a more powerful presence than America, so I'm guessing that was smart research from Mila). I also love Mila's books because while they are crazy, they're not INSANELY dark, and tend to be more on the fun side. They're super, super hot. There are usually good grovels. The heroines are actually pretty bold and, aside from the last one, not virginal (which is an issue in many mafia books tbh). They break down to:

Mafia Mistress--Frankie is traded by her father to a powerful capo, Fausto, ostensibly to marry his son Giulio. However, two issues: a) Giulio is in fact gay b) Fausto ends up wanting Frankie for himself after she puts up a fight. But he doesn't want her as his wife--he wants her as his mistress. His MAFIA MISTRESS.

Mafia Darling--Direct sequel to MM, wherein Frankie and Fausto deal with their various issues, both mafia-related and like, relationship related. I also really love Fausto and Giulio's relationship, it's so sweet and takes time to work on, and it has a culmination here that made me tear up. Heads up: Frankie is 18 and Fausto is 38. I didn't care about this. Do with it what you will lmao.

Mafia Madman--My favorite, best read after the first two but can go solo. Enzo D'Agostino (king of my heart/body and soul as TSwift would say) was one of the villains of the previous books. He kidnapped Frankie, Fausto like cut off his finger and tortured him for a month, and he escaped to hide out on a yacht for four years like a Bond villain. Enzo is... incredible. He is the richest hero in this series because of his "computer business" (????) which @triviareads and I have concluded means he's running Nigerian prince scams and holding the economies of small nations for ransom. He and Fausto have a relationship that I can only describe as "Alexis (Fausto) and Dominique (Enzo) if they were mafia dons". The champagne is BURNT!!!!

Anyway, he randomly sees Gia, Frankie's wild, bratty little sister, and is all "a-HA, a foolproof plan I have just concocted within five minutes to get revenge and free myself from the prison of living on a fabulous yacht IS HERE" so he naturally invites her out for a drink, blows up the bar, fakes her death, and puts her in a cage on the yacht. Sadly for him, the only person who can match Enzo's crazy is Gia, and she starts doing naked yoga (queen of my spirit) and they promptly enter into an intense enemies to lovers back and forth in which ONLY ONE CAN WIN (her).

If you want an OBSESSED alpha... this is it.

Mafia Target--Giulio is back! He's on the run because he's Fausto's son and the mafia is hella homophobic (true). Unfortunately, the world's DEADLIEST SNIPER, disaster bisexual Alessio Ricci, has been deployed to kill him. Unfortunately for Alessio, Giulio is DUMB HOT and so naturally Alessio blows him in a club before Giulio realizes he's out to kill him, and they end up on a tiny Scottish island, trying to kill each other while also being like "let's take a month off of trying to kill each other... to.... do things...."

This is arguably the most outright SWOONY ROMANTIC of the books, I love it with all my heart. Giulio and Alessio have one of those relationships wherein it's kinda love at first sight, tempered by the whole assassin thing, and it totally works.

Mafia Virgin--Emma, the other Mancini sister, wants to be a doctor and is super sweet. She's forced to marry new don Giacomo, who doesn't want to be with her either. And, oh yeah, they have to conceive a baby in six months or less!

This is probably the softest book in the series. Giacomo is not quite as hard as Fausto, Enzo, Giulio, or Alessio. He's like, the thinking man's mafia don (but everyone thinks he's stupid because he's big and fights!!!). And as it turns out, he and Emma are very, very into the whole making a baby thing.

Mafia Brute--This is an m/m Russian mafia novella, about Theo, Giulio's designer friend, who's fallen into a fling with the very dangerous Nikolai. A lot of hooking up on a yacht (again). A lot of very romantic sweetness fringed with violence. A lot of heat. Great!

Ummm I also love Kresley Cole's Gamemaker series! These are Russian mafia books.

The Professional--The heroine is adopted, and finds out the big scary guy who's been watching her is her biological father's enforcer/surrogate son... when he kidnaps her to take her back to said father. They immediately have an attraction, but he refuses to give in because if they get together (she's a virgin) he'll be like, obligated to marry her. While she's not so hot on the marriage thing, she WANTS him. She's a total brat, it's all very teasing and great.

The Master--This one has a billionaire mafia dude order the heroine, an escort on the run from her past. They have this insane hookup, major connection, it's amazing, but then he finds out she was trying to pull one over on him (or was she???) and he takes her captive. Also, there is a chastity belt. This one is amazing and has a fabulous grovel.

The Player--This hero is really more mafia-adjacent because the other two heroes are his older brothers, but he's definitely into some shady shit, and he is OBSESSED. He fixates on the heroine and is another SUPER possessive guy with a dark past. Has one of my favorite sex scenes ever (he fingers her to orgasm in front of a table of other people who are also getting off on it).

Run, Posy Run by Cate C. Wells--In this one, the heroine is the (American but it works here) mafia hero's longterm girlfriend, and she's basically always been around the life and accepts a subpar relationship because he keeps her comfortable and she thinks he loves her. Then, he's sent this video that makes it look like she cheated on him; and she realizes he's like, a sociopath and goes on the run. However... he then realizes that he can't actually live without her, and begins stalking/chasing after her lol. It's actually a good "fix the relationship" book, with an edge of kidnapping and a feeling-less hero learning how to have a feeling. I also really loved the heroine's development.

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs #[cut to me handing out copies of kings of italy books like the book of mormon] #anyway i think sierra simone should write a mafia series #.... lyonesse is p close so far lol

[creation-key]

Sober Realities

Part 1

synopsis: part 2 to drunken calls where the truth comes out

TW: None, mb light swearing?

WC: 1,253

a/n: hey guys, I know this has surprisingly been long awaited, so I hope this part is good enough lol. I’m currently on vacation but wanted to release this bc i felt bad 🥸 also i’m still debating on whether or not i want them to get together, so please comment and lmk if you want them end up together nor not 😏 k thanks byeee!

It’s been 2 weeks since the incident. You had not talked to your sister nor Harry, afraid of what would’ve occurred as a result. Either giving into your heart and breaking your sister’s, Or standing by her side and cutting the love? no- you can’t think of him that way, that’s what got you in this predicament in the first place.

You sigh, looking at your phone realizing that your sister will be there any minute. After week one, which coincidentally was also the day Harry stopped trying to contact you, she messaged you asking to meet at your favorite books/ coffee shop. You had tried to ignore the message, but she had quickly texted saying,

“I know you’re reading this and if you don’t say yes, I’m telling mom.”

Not wanting to bother your mother, of course you had responded and said agreed setting up a time.

You sip on whatever watered down bean water you ordered, not really caring to remember the name of it, since your anxiety was through the roof. You tried to calm yourself down by taking a deep breath and reading the random book with the pretty cover you had picked up, but after you had read the same page 15 times, which was only the back cover, you concluded that you should put the book back and stare at the wall in dismay.

After 10 minutes pass by, you decide to get up, grabbing your bag, and start to head over to the register. You throw away your old cup, moving to stand in line to order a muffin.

You get your muffin and another cup of death, this one not iced, and start heading towards the door, your excuse being that she’s late and you totally have something else to do, not yet realizing that you make sure to update your schedule on your family shared calendar that she has access to.

You open the door about to walk out when, lo and behold, your sister comes walking towards you with bags on her arms, clearly from shopping.

“And where do you think you’re going?” She puts her empty arm on her hip, popping it out like your mother.

You grimace, knowing that she’s going to tell your mom that you tried to leave.

“Well, I was going to go home, seeing as how my coffee date was late from… shopping.” She rolls her eyes, now smiling.

“Now is that any way to treat your baby sister whose boyfriend you’re trying to steal?” You gasp, now fully outside the book/ cafe.

Your eyes well up with tears, vision now blurred, mouth opening and closing wanting to say words but nothing coming out.

Your sister immediately drops her bags on the floor and wraps her arms around you.

“Omg, bee I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, you know I don’t really think that, I was just being a sarcastic smart-ass. Please stop crying! I promise I won’t tell mom you tried to run away.” You laugh at that last part, wiping your tears away, your muffin and cup of whatever long forgotten and cold.

“Are you ready to talk? There’s a park nearby that I passed earlier.” You nod at her, she smiles grabbing your hand, and leading the way.

——————————————————————————

You’re now sitting on cold metal bench, listening to the words coming out of your sister’s mouth, not fully understanding. You could’ve sworn she had said that she cheated, but you know her, she would never. She’s little bee, your big bee, she would never do anything that you wouldn’t, and you for sure wouldn’t do that, especially to Harry.

You guess she realizes your confusion because she stops talking and asks what you’re thinking.

“So uh- you.. you cheated on him? Harry? The same guy who attended your high school graduation. The guy who saved up to get you and your friends tickets to Taylor Swift’s concert? L Bee I love you, and I will always be on your side, but forgive me if I cannot understand or get behind … this.” You motion with your hands at the word this. She nods her head in understanding reaching out to grab your hand.

“I wasn’t happy with him.”

“So you resulted to cheating on him? L BEE, THAT IS NOT- I’m sorry for yelling, but that’s just not okay. I would never do that, so I just don’t-” She interrupts you.

“That’s the problem Bee! I’m not you. I’m my own person, and I knew that when Harry and I started dating, that he only asked me out because you were taken. I know he only made it “official” with me because I resemble you. And ever since we started dating, I started to become you, to feed into his feelings, and gain his approval. But after a while though, I couldn’t do take it anymore. Something changed, it was like a switch, it brought me back to life telling me ‘this isn’t you.’ So, I went to a bar, and I kissed a girl.” Your jaw goes slack, shock heavily prevalent on your face.

“So you’re, gay? bi? experimenting? I’m confused…”

“That’s the problem, I don’t know. Like you said, Harry and I started going out when I was just 18, I never went to college so I didn’t get to experience the party scene and experiment. You know, when I told Harry, he cried, but not because he was losing me, but because he thought he was losing you. Isn’t that sad Bee? And that was over a month ago-“ You interrupt her-

“A month? How’s that possible, just 2 weeks ago I “confessed” to him drunkenly and he shows up the next morning saying that he wants to make it official between us and that he’s already talked to you about it. I mean I didn’t believe, because you guys had not said anything about the breakup.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“I told mom.” You smack her leg, she laughs. You rest your head on her shoulder, looking at the tree canopy above you, swaying slightly with the wind. It’s quiet for a while, a nice silence while you try to think of what to do next.

“Are you going to call him, now that you know?”

“I don’t even think he wants to talk to me anymore, I didn’t respond to any of his texts or answer any of his calls. He even sent me an email, that I immediately flagged as spam…” She laughs patting the top of you head like a dog.

“He stopped reaching out because I told him that I would talk to you and smooth things out. I let him know that you would call him as soon as you got home.” You lift up your head, the patting ceasing, only to find her grinning creepily. She looks down at her , non-existent, watch and then back up at you again.

“Bee, I love you and you have my complete blessing and back up to date Harry. My only request is that you make me the maid of honor over mom.” She holds out her pinky, which you take with yours.

“Deal.” She gets ups, pulls you in for a tight hug, and leaves, taking all of her bags with her.

With this new found knowledge that you’ve learned, you walk to your car and head home. Filled with anxiety and excitement, mostly anxiety, so you try and rehearse how you’re going to call Harry and beg for forgiveness. Or rather just say hi and explain what you’ve been told. You’re definitely not sure what to do, but before you can ponder over it anymore, you pull into your driveway, and walk up your front steps and into your house, not even seeing the car parked on the street in front of your home.

a/n: guys this so crazy, this has been done for like 2 days, but i’ve been so scared that I wouldn’t be able to top the last one lol. Also this is not the last part ofc 😏

#imagine #fanfic #fiction #fluff #funny #imagines #angst #books #harry #harry styles #harry styles smut #styles

[everestica]

hi can i request scenario of akito falling in love with an’s best friend and them getting together thanks to an? (fem!reader) thank you<3

Akito x An’s Bsf!Reader

Writing Type: Headcannons

Request: Yes

Author’s Note: Thank you for being my first request! I hope you enjoy it!<3

(OMG I didn’t realize that this had gotten so long lol, sorry about that! Ps. I really loved this idea so much I think that’s why its so long<3)

Alright so at first when you had joined Kamiyama High School you were in the same class as An, and y’all immediately hit it off and within the first couple days you guys became best friends

Now being friends with An meant you have probably met Haruka and Kohane as well and they all talk about their bands and what they are working on

But little do they know your also in a band called “Heartbreak” You’re their main vocalist and your very well know for your amazing voice

One day An, Kohane, Haurka and yourself were all talking after school before Kohane and An had to head to practice

So you are Haruka spoke for a little longer before you had to go to your practice as well

There was an upcoming event that your band was signed up for, surprisingly it was the same one that Kohane and An were also attending

They were talking about the bands that they would have to compete against and your band happen to make it to the top of list of bands that they were worried about, as they had heard about the amazing voice of the lead singer

Now at the time of the competition Vivid Bad Squad was the first group to go onstage so you saw them perform their very well know song “Ready Steady”

About 2 bands after your band were heading on stage, and as soon as you got onstage you saw all Kohnane , An, and 2 unknown guys, one with orange hair and a yellow streak, and one with two toned blue hair on his right. 

After you guys had set up everything you started to sing to song that y'all had been practicing for days “Broken Heart” (It's just a random name I made up lol)

But as soon as you started singing everybody in the crowd looked at you with their jaws dropped

“Wow That girl is amazing”

“No kidding”

“If there goal is to also surpass RAD WEEKEND, with her voice they are definitely on the right track”

As you guys finished the song you waved goodbye to the crowd and walked to the other side of backstage 

On the other side of the backstage you were met with a Overly excited An and the guy with orange hair with an impressed look on his face

“Wowww That was amazing Y/n!!” An said running up to hug you

“She's Not kidding though” The guy with orange hair started “That was pretty impressive”

After speaking to them you found out that the guys name was Akito Shinonome and the blue haired guy was named Toya Aoyagi

You then realized that Akito and Toya also went to school with you and An, as you had seen them talking to her in the halls and at lunch sometimes

Soon after the competition concluded and another team had won

So you went home and that was then end of that day, but the next day at school An had met you outside school and said that after school Vivid Bad Squad was having a practice and that they wanted you to attend it

You of course said sure and after school you had followed An, Akito, and Toya down to “Weekend Garage” 

As soon as you got there you were greeted by An’s dad and Kohane who had showed up a couple minutes earlier then you guys

You took a seat at the table closest to the stage as they started to get their stuff prepared 

After they were all ready they started to warm up and during the warm up Kohane had walked over to you and was asking you how you warm up, and what you would recommend for certain notes in songs to warm that up in her voice

But during your discussion with Kohane you didn’t realize that a certain gingers eyes were on you the whole time

“You like her don’t you” An says sliding over towards him

“W-What No way” Akito replies quickly snapping his head in the other direction

“As if” An continues “You only look at Pancakes and Cheesecake like that”

“No I don’t” Akito spits hastily

But An was 100% Correct, but he would never let her know that, having a crush on her best friend he would rather die than let her know that 

But as Akito looked back at you he realized so much about you, the warm smile you had, the nice laugh, your killer style, your great personality and not to mention you're an amazing singer and are happy to help everybody around you. 

After practice was over and everything was put away you all started to walk home together, but Akito slowed down when you guys where walking, and noticing this you slowed down too

“Hey Akito, you okay?” you said looking at him worriedly 

“Uh- Yeah” He said not daring to make eye contact with you

“alright , well if you uh need anything don’t be afraid to ask!” You flashed a smile at him and then started to walk to catch up with the rest of the group 

He grabbed your arm before you could get to far away and he engulfed you in a hug

He then realized what he had done and quickly let go of you

“S-sorry” he said “But there was one thing I wanted to ask you”

“What’s up?” you questioned

“Would you uh maybe like to go to a café with me sometime tomorrow seeing as it's the weekend..” He asked just starting to look you in the eye 

“I would love too Akito!” You said with another one of your “cute smiles” as Akito calls them

“Great then uh I will text you the details then.” He said with a slight blush on his face now

“For sure!” You finished.

“Oh shoot” you said now looking at your phone

“I’m really sorry but I have to head home” You said

“Bye Akito!” you said waving and running off towards your house 

“Bye Y/n!” he said waving back at you

As soon as you were out of eyesight he did a huge fist pump and quickly pulled out his phone to text Toya

He smiled his whole way home thinking about what you guys would do on your café date tomorrow!<3

#akito shinonome #akito shinonome fluff #akito shinonome x reader #project sekai #project sekai x reader

[philtstone]

Prompt list action!

I never saw you coming

stay in bed the whole weekend

dust off your highest hopes

stay in bed the whole weekend & dust off your highest hopes

thank you for the prompts :') this is a bit rough but i battled through writers block to get it out there. maybe i will refine it later, maybe i will leave it as is. all depends on if i can bear to read it tomorrow morning lol

shoutout to @firstelevens for telling me to google fancy luxury hotels and subsequently derailing the writing process <3

part of this verse, taking place soon after "at last"

you can also read this on ao3

“Yes, I know you’re the privileged child,” Sarah says, holding her by the chin. “Look at you, halfway across the world in a luxury suite. Gifts from a whole-ass queen on your pillow. Royal hair oil from the motherland. You better be havin’ a damn good time, babygirl.”

As far as the prolonged debate goes, Bucky has finally conceded that his cat has therapeutic purposes. Not for himself, necessarily, but Dr. Jean’s clinic and the NOLA children’s hospital consider her an honoured guest. Bucky goes and sits with her and shows the kids how to pet her gentle. She’s a gentle soul – that’s how he explains it. So she needs a gentle touch, to be able to give her own comfort in return.

With this in mind Sarah continues her unimpressed lecture. It has become somewhat more of a one-sided conversation: Alpine has found a near invisible spec of lint on the hem of Sarah’s shorts and is dedicating all of her focus to batting at the buttery satin with little uncoordinated paws.

“Is that right? You like the peace and quiet too? What, you don’t get enough of that in Delacroix? I haven’t stepped on your poor tail in months, you know.” 

In Sarah’s lap, the cat flicks the tail in question like she does when preening. It curls on outward, delicately.

“Most folk don’t take their babies on honeymoons with ‘em,” Sarah concludes with severity.

“Mrow,” Alpine says, as delicate and prim as her tail.

Well. Can’t argue much with that.

Sarah leaves the cat to her own devices and looks up to enjoy the view, as God and their very nice floor to ceiling windows intended. She was told her wedding present was a toss up between this and a pair of thigh high lemon yellow boots, and Sarah has still not figured out if Ayo and the grinning princess were joking. She supposes she ought to call her Shuri by now — the girl helped move their reception potluck table into the yard and everything. And, while he has never said so aloud, very deliberately careful in where he places them in his life, Sarah knows Bucky considers her family. 

But anyway, this: wood beams; delicate geometric crystalline light fixtures; thick, patterned, vibrant cloths; and doors and appliances calibrated to respond to her own (no one else’s!) voice. A river runs by them, deep in the heart of the palace, past the yellows and greens and blooming fuscia-purple-white tree flowers of the garden their rooms open to. The sound of the water reminds her of home.

Also, Bucky has just come out of the bathroom, and is absently stretching his back and shoulders out. So Sarah has a full spectrum of visual beauty at her disposal at present.  

She props her chin on one hand, elbow against her knee, and enjoys the view very much. It takes him a minute longer than usual to notice. His head is turned away from her and it remains so, but when eventually he brings his left arm up and over behind his head, he puts a show on about it and pumps the metallic bicep more than is strictly necessary. There is something flashy to the movement that is new for him and Sarah bites her tongue against a giggle. Before he brings it down he makes sure to use his right hand to tug the shoulder into a deep stretch that pushes his hips out.  

A bird calls outside their giant ass honeymoon suite windows. Unlike running water, peacocks aren’t all that common in Delacroix.

“You spoil this cat so bad,” Sarah tells her husband, when he finally loosens his arms; he brings the left down with a weight that makes it whistle faintly and flash in the dim bedroom light and remind Sarah of the last time she tongued at it to get him worked up. 

Very mundanely, Bucky pats his recently washed face and neck dry with the hand towel he’d tucked into his belt, and yawns so wide it cracks his jaw.

“Spoiling days are over,” he says, rubbing at one eye. He drapes the towel over his shoulder. He seems to have noticed a stray piece of gauzy tissue that has attached itself to the bare skin of his damp torso – they have a whole basket of them by the sink, even though Sarah’s been told they’re self-sanitizing and imminently reusable – and reaches down, frowning, to pick it off of himself now; Alpine perks up immediately, fascinated. “Slept on my head all last night. She’ll get the boot soon if she puts me through that again.”

“Hmmm,” Sarah hums, indulgent, while he discards the tissue. Now that he is no longer holding it, Alpine seems suddenly suspicious, and does not abandon Sarah’s lap in pursuit. Bucky stretches out his arms one last time towards the ceiling. 

She has been told that once upon a time, returning to the quiet twilights of the Golden City’s outskirts was the only thing to truly put him at ease; things have changed, slowly, gently. Bucky gets grumpy when he is away from home for too long. 

Sarah says, 

“Because you spent so much of last night sleeping.”

Mid-stretch, his mouth splits open in a quiet grin. Alpine mrows at them in the carriage of their lewd pause, even primmer than before. 

There is so much in that little grin — the ease, the looseness. The same looseness he has just shaken into his limbs in front of her. He is happy in a way Sarah doesn’t think has ever fully crystallized until now.

“Baby,” she says, “had you been waiting for the other shoe to drop?”

Now busy putting on the sleek little coffee maker in the corner, Bucky casts her a sly look from the corner of his eye. 

“Depends,” he says. 

“Hmmm, loaded word.”

“I like your shoes,” he scratches at his stomach, then his hair. “They’re all – what’s that word.”

“Ergonomic. Lady on her feet all day shoes.”

“Practical.” He seems contemplative. Over the shoes. “I like the ones with the little pink lines around the swoosh.”

He gestures with his finger at swoosh.

“Those old things?”

“They’re cute.”

Sarah pets the cat and contents herself with not getting a straight answer about this now. 

“Nothing-to-worry-about shoes,” Sarah says.

“Kitten.” Over the rim of his coffee cup now, eyes glittering with quiet, cryptic amusement. She just stops herself from asking me or the cat?

“Like us goin’ exploring tomorrow.”

“You want another day of total aloneness, honey?” He is teasing and also entirely serious. But mostly teasing. She knows this because he takes his coffee and sits on the beautiful wicker chair across from her with his legs wide open, the stance that always makes her want to sit in his lap. The only new thing -- aside from the silky material of his borrowed pajama pants, which are also some sustainable something or other, it was all explained to Sarah by the melodic AI voice in the toilet — is the glinting gold of the ring hanging from his neck, resting almost daintily against the broad curve of his sternum.

Sarah hums, fiddling with the small wring of beads around her wrist, their newness not off-putting but not neutral either. They’ve had three days. Tomorrow she’s going to go out into the world. Tomorrow she’s going to meet the queen. It’s a lot. She knew it would be a lot, before they got here. A lot, traded in for 3 days of complete and total peace and quiet like she has never even had reason to dream of before. 

She’s trying not to overthink it; Sarah had described her late in laws, once, and Bucky had said huh, sounds like someone I know. So maybe it’ll just be like that, but there will be foreign dignitaries around, and like, Ayo, too. Sarah is alright relying on Ayo’s clever friendship for this one. Sarah is alright thinking that there are certain things in life, certain precious experiences, that are the same in some way every way you live them.

“Are you gonna share your coffee?”

“Mmm, coffee’s only for people not wearing shirts.”

“Seriously, you don’t get enough of me naked at home?” Sarah laughs, but takes her tank top off anyway, careful not to mess the scarf wrapped around her hair. He’s grinning again, that same simple weightless look.

“Sarah,” he says.

“Mmmhmm.”

“You look so happy. I’m not imagining that, right?”

A slow, secret smile curls at her lips. She crooks a finger for him to come over.

“Come on, sit down. You ready for this?” She waits til he’s close enough to kiss, those long limber limbs with their grace and heaviness and danger and safety at once right up in her space. “You make me happy.”

She takes her kiss from him then, long, slow, heady. With his tongue in her mouth, the smell of the coffee and the shower and his aftershave all together could drive a girl crazy. 

Bucky pulls away first. He is crooked at the mouth, the sharp edge of the heat’s worn out by now, his expression a little goofy and very sincere. Alpine is mewling with discontent between them.

“Are you gonna show off for me a bit more before throwing me to the wolves tomorrow?” Sarah says.

He tips his head back, frustratingly inscrutable. Still goofy though. “Only one wolf,” he starts, looking to her for a reaction at the last second.

“Oh that is the lamest joke —”

“I’ll show off, I’ll show off,” he promises,

“Mr. white poodle over here. Nuh uh, don’t give me that face, I can make fun of you using Sam insults if you make bad dad jokes in front of your wife — get back down here. I took my shirt off for you, you can’t leave now.”

“In a minute, in a minute, hang on,” he says, that smile growing so wide it puts a little blanket over the sleepy longing in Sarah’s heart and veritably tucks it in, and gives it a kiss on the forehead. It’s earned its nice long rest.

Then he leans down, gives her the coffee, and scoops Alpine up to spend a few minutes cooing at their most spoiled child before she is summarily ignored for the rest of the night.

#my writing #idk what this is #something something we have all completed our healing journey when we know how sexy we are #im going to look back on that tag with regret #[its always sunny voice] its about the implications #taylor swift prompt meme #bucky barnes #sarah wilson #sarahbucky #sarah x bucky #the falcon and the winter soldier #plus some vague wakanda stuff which i may elaborate on #but yes shuri did help set the potluck table at their wedding #marvel #alpine #she is also there

[angelasscribbles]

Unbothered Chapter 3: Back to Unbothered

Series: Unbothered

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Riley x Drake, Liam x Madeleine, Liam x Riley

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Mature Themes

A/N: This concludes all my ideas for this little miniseries. Though, I am always open for asks, questions and suggestions. At this point, it's a three shot (was supposed to be a one shot lol)

Word Count: 1,036

“Where’s Kiara?” Madeline had gotten used to seeing her at dinner, she enjoyed having someone to talk to that wasn’t Riley or Drake or even Liam. Her husband was perfectly fine when they were discussing matters of governance, but when he was around that American harlot, he acted like a teenager in love, and it annoyed the hell out of her.

“Oh, she moved out.” Drake answered.

“Why? What about the baby? I thought you guys were going to coparent?”

“Turns out, it wasn’t mine after all. She was further along than she originally thought so it couldn’t be mine. She moved to Terrana to be with the father, Gordon somebody….”

“Wait. Gordon Price? Their prime minister?”

“Yeah, that sounds right. The wedding is next year, she sent me an invitation.”

Riley and Liam entered the dining room together, her arm looped through his, giggling. Madeleine rolled her eyes. Drake smiled at both of them, “How was the press conference?”

“Fine, just general updates on the health of the baby.” Liam answered.

Cordonia was ecstatic about the little apple in Riley’s womb, the shock that it was the king’s mistress and not his wife that was pregnant blew over in two days. The public was one hundred percent on board and invested in every minute detail from morning sickness to pram choices. Leaked sonogram photos had sold for a ridiculous sixteen million dollars. No one knew who had leaked them. Riley suspected Drake but since she had access to all his accounts, she didn’t care. Not that it mattered, since Liam transferred a stupid amount of money into her personal account monthly. For the baby.

Riley and Madeleine had been photographed lunching together. It was better to present a united front the press secretary had told them.

“I trust everything is well with the baby?” The queen inquired.

It had bothered Madeleine at first. But she really wanted nothing to do with her husband sexually and she’d never really been interested in motherhood. Riley providing the heir freed her up to focus on the truly important issues pertaining to governance. Of course, her father was displeased, but since her ascension to the throne, she had stopped caring what her father thought and felt. She wondered if he was aware of the irony that the very thing he had forced her to seek was the thing that had ended his iron clad control over her life.

Liam might not be in love with her, or she with him, but he had stood up to her father, telling him in no uncertain terms that the queen of Cordonia answers to no one but the king and that father in law or not, he could and would be banished from court if didn’t cease and desist his constant harassment. As Madeleine grew into the role of queen, she found that she possessed a strength and confidence of her own. She had stopped taking her parents calls.

“Yes, everything is wonderful!” Liam beamed down at Riley as he answered Madeleine.

Liam was finally happy. Madeleine was a good queen; he had done his duty to Cordonia and still been able to keep the woman he loved under his roof and in his bed. Her marriage to Drake was a minor detail. He couldn’t blame her for marrying another man after he’d married another woman. He had been heartbroken, thinking he’d lost her, right up until that night in Vegas. Once he’d realized she still had feelings for him, he had pressed that advantage until she agreed to move into the palace.

Liam continued, “The baby is right on track developmentally and Riley is over the morning sickness! Right, love?”

Riley patted his arm, “That’s right, my king.”

Madeleine slid her eyes over to Drake, but he was busy shoveling food onto his plate, oblivious. He looked up at Riley and said, “I had them make the chicken parmesan you like, babe.”

She rewarded him with a brilliant smile. “Thank you! You’re a good husband, I’m so lucky!” She told him as she took her seat next to him. He was always doing little things like that for her. She was lucky.

“No, I’m the lucky one!” He told her, “I still can’t believe you married me!”

“Oh my God!” Madeleine exploded, “She’s carrying another man’s child! And he flirts with her constantly right under your nose! Are you really this clueless?”

Drake shrugged as he reached for his glass, “I’m not clueless about anything, Madi, but she loves me. That’s all I care about.”

“I heard you tell her that you couldn’t keep living here if Liam kept flirting with her!”

He took a long drink of his iced tea, then returned the glass to the table with a thunk, “I changed my mind.”

“Why? How?”

“Oh, ah, Maxwell introduced me to something called hot wifing and turns out, I’m into it.”

“Hot whating now?”

Riley answered, “It’s when a man gets turned on by the idea of his wife with another man. So, he allows her to sleep with other men while he remains faithful to her.”

Madeleine’s eyes widened as she looked at Drake, “And Maxwell introduced you to this?”

“Yeah.” Drake said as he scooped more food into his mouth.

“Wait.” Liam dropped the roll he was buttering onto his plate, “You’re not sleeping with Max, are you?”

“Of course not.” Riley looked at Drake and shook her head slightly.

“Yeah, right, no.” Drake agreed.

Riley took his hand and squeezed it under the table. He smiled back at her. He was ready for dinner to be over. He was going to watch her with Liam tonight. He was excited.

Riley changed the subject, “Madeleine, do you remember Liam’s cousin, Cassie?”

Madeleine froze as panic and desire flared through her. She tried to maintain her composure, “Yes….why?”

“Oh, I’ve invited her to come visit. I hope you don’t mind. She said she’s looking forward to seeing you again.” Riley smiled knowingly at the queen. Someone needed to loosen Madeleine up and Cassie was just the person to do it.

With any luck, Madeleine would soon be as unbothered and as happy as the rest of them were.

#unbothered #angelasscribbles #trr #the royal romance #the royal romance fanfic #liam rys #drake walker #choices stories you play #choices fic writers creations #choices #cfwc fics of the week #why choose #trr poly

[red-bat-arse]

And to Fight Wars (AO3 Link)

Chapter 2

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 1)

Steve moved away from Hawkins pre-canon and was made into the business heir his father wanted. However, when he's brought back to Hawkins in mid 1986 it's clear that his father was involved in something shady; because that's when he meets Eleven, trapped in a rundown lab.

*I don't do tag lists*

Yup, I'm continuing this! EDIT: lol i missed putting in the whole first section!!! its up properly now

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Steve sat at the dining room table, straight backed and waiting for Eddie Munson to return to the room with whoever it was he needed to fetch for this talk. He wasn't being guarded, per say, but the other man had flashed those eyes again and snarled at him not to move once he shoved him in this chair, and he could see and hear other people just beyond the doors and walls. So Steve waited, taking the time to think about how he was going to merge this new development with his slow growing ideas for bulldozing his way into the Hawkins Lab, and then he waited some more while the sky grew properly dark outside the window.

Eventually, Eddie returned with two other young adults alongside him -the woman was short and prim, with a pistol holstered on her hip, while the man looked forlorn and was clutching a messenger bag to his side. Both eyed Steve critically upon entering the room, but made no comment -when they sat down, Eddie may have been front and centre, but Steve caught the way the two men had actually deferred to the lady in where to sit.

"Steve Harrington, meet Nancy and Jonathan," Eddie introduced, a false smile on his face. "All of us here, the Hawkins Lab took someone from us, hurt us, whatever. So, I hope you'll explain it crystal clear," Eddie folded his hands on the table, which was so wide that even if Steve reached out, he wouldn't make contact with the other man's fingers. "Harrington Sr dies, you inherit the family business. Do some tidying up and find a little project under business ventures in the family chequebook, think to yourself -torture and experimenting on kids, sounds fun. Then, what, you get cold feet when you actually see it?"

"No, actually. Haven't you heard assumptions just make you an ass?" Steve bit out, tired and angry and now equally annoyed at the many, many comparisons to his father he'd sat through today. "My father died, yes. And that made everything he owned my problem, but if you think I knew what I was walking into today, you're wrong. He kept very little in the way of records, less so for his backroom dealings. It's been a nightmare to sort through even without having to travel back here to get answers for what the hell he'd tied himself to."

Steve's main priority here was to figure out a way to get what he wanted, which was the children out of that place, so even though these three didn't seem particularly moved so far, he kept on. "So no, I had no clue what was in there. I didn't believe anything Brenner told me about so-called abilities or weapons development, but then he had me meet one of the kids. Well, a teenager actually, and she spoke into my head."

"Eleven," Jonathan concluded quietly.

"Yes," Steve said. "The files said there were five being held there. Apparently I'm due to meet the rest when i go back, Nineteen to Twenty Two." He looked at Eddie directly when he said that last part, and saw his fists clenched tight on the tabletop. "He didn't mention you."

Eddie scoffed, "No, he wouldn't. not when I'm making sure to make his life difficult," he looked at Steve with a complicated expression on his face. "I don't buy it, but let's say you're not looking to turn kids into weapons for the state. What did Eleven say to you? She's been trapped in there since after the earthquake and we can't get in, can't even get close enough for her to hear us through her powers. But she'd talk to you after meeting you for five minutes?"

So these people really were trying to do the same thing steve wanted -it was nice to get the confirmation. If Eleven had been there since March, that meant she would've been taken in around the same time the injured girl, Twenty Two, had been; Eddie implied they had been trying to get her out for nearly as long. "I can only imagine she spoke to me because seeing her there made me sick to my stomach," Steve snapped, "Like any fucking normal person. They had her in a collar, and she flinched whenever Brenner touched her -but what she told me was that she didn't want to leave without the others. That kid was sick and miserable, and yet she still-"

Steve cut himself off, reigning in his anger -these people were on the same side as he was, even if they didn't believe it yet, and shouting at them wouldn't bring them any closer to getting those kids out of there. It was strange to be having this strong of a reaction when he'd only ever lost it when his little cousins got hurt, but it felt right; he always knew he had a protective streak, it made sense for it to attach itself to Eleven and four as-yet-unseen experiments when he saw them in such a place.

"Can you tell us anything about the other prisoners?" Nancy asked, calm voice ringing in the silence of the dining room. Steve nodded and straightened up again, passing a hand over his face (too hot, it felt like he was on fire) to give himself an extra second.

"There were five I was told about. Now that i know about you, Eddie, there's a chance there could be more being hidden. You didn't see them while you were there?"

Eddie shook his head, "Was half dead for most of my stay."

So was Twenty Two, so that tracked. "Eleven, obviously. They gave me a file about the previous group who were somehow killed in 79 with her as the only survivor. Nineteen was a boy, who gets prophetic dreams but can't move much in the aftermath, looked to be the same age as Twenty Two, a girl in a wheelchair who can tell if someone is lying to her."

Steve stopped when Jonathan made a sudden choked noise, a few tears falling down his face -he shook his head when Eddie touched his shoulder, just clasped his hands as if in prayer and hunched over a little. Steve averted his eyes at the emotion, and met Nancy's gaze again.

"Twenty and Twenty One were older, my age maybe. Said their minds were linked together and they were unstable, but Brenner implied there was more to it," Steve shook his head. "I'm sorry I don't know more about them. I saw the facility conditions, some of the passcodes, and I have access to all the building plans and service schedules since -well, since I own them now. I was going to take tonight to make a game plan, especially since I'm pretty sure the man leading the security team has ties to my mother's family. If I'm right, I might be able to convince him to help me instead of Brenner."

"Why not just pull your resources?" he was asked.

"In my experience, money makes people cruel. Forget coming after me for crippling their operation -my companies provide the food, cleaning, uniforms, even the front that keeps up the entire secret. The best case scenario if I did that is the kids go hungry in the lurch, but why wouldn't Brenner just scrap the under-performing bits and start over elsewhere?" Steve crossed his arms. "I have options. I need to think those through before I do anything drastic, since I know I'm not suited to this corporate business stuff -my father would've much rather one of his junior partners inherit instead of his meathead son."

Steve stood up when no one said anything for a long minute, rolling his eyes at the way Eddie tensed. "Calm down. If I didn't want to be here, I would've used this when you left me unsupervised," he lifted the flap of his jacket to show them the holstered pistol under his arm, satisfied when all three paled dramatically. That they hadn't thought to check him was a pretty clear sign they were either amateurs -still could be, depending on what exactly they'd been doing the last six months to get to Eleven and the others -or completely overconfident, which at the very least he didn't think they were. "I'm putting my groceries away and making something to eat, otherwise I'll get a migraine and won't be back on my feet until tomorrow afternoon. If you can trust I'll help you, have someone fill me in while I cook."

He walked out of the room right after saying that, and to his credit Eddie was barely a step behind him by the time he passed the doorframe. There were indeed a number of other people milling around in the hall trying to eavesdrop, and it wasn't until he nearly walked right into one of them that Steve noticed something.

"What -they're all Eleven's age," a statement which definitely made at least two of the teenagers bristle. "What the hell kind of operation are you running, Munson?"

"Why don't you shut up with the questions, Harrington-"

"Mike," Eddie said, frowning at the boy with long dark hair. "Whether you like it or not, Harrington's the one we're throwing in with, here, and you all were supposed to stay upstairs. Now get gone up there and wait for Nancy and Jon to fill you in, or I'll get Joyce involved."

"Eddie-"

"But this guy is-"

"Strike two," Eddie held up two fingers, and the kids scrambled up the stairs, shooting Steve glares and a couple choice fingers on their way. Eddie sighed and jerked his head at the kitchen, and Steve followed him inside, happy to see someone had saved his perishables.

"To answer you, Harrington, yeah they're a bunch of kids, but I dont got anything to do with that," Eddie pulled himself up on the counter and settled in, apparently, to watch Steve cook. Steve started on a recipe with minimal amounts of knife use, given the other man had been rather jumpy most of the last hour. "I'm a late entry to this shit. they've been fighting monsters since 83, when Eleven first broke out of the lab."

Steve place a pot of water on the stove while he turned over what he wanted to ask. "Okay. I can get the history later. But I need to know, and I'm assuming you escaped around the march earthquake -how could you not have gotten back in? What have you all been doing the last six months?"

"Mostly trying not to get caught," Eddie said. He'd flipped over onto his back to stare at the ceiling, a faraway look on his face. "Me and Max -that's Twenty Two, by the way -were both in a coma for most of April and May, and Eleven was with everyone here, shutting up the gates," he glanced over and must have noticed the confusion Steve was feeling, because he chuckled. "Damn, I've gotten used to it. Part of the lab's experiments was opening a portal to another dimension -which they did, but unfortunately monsters lived there. Hungry ones. So while me and Max were in a government lab getting stitched back together, Eleven was out here closing portals to stop monsters from getting through," he spread his hands out wide, like he was a showman. "You never realize that all the books follow the chosen one because every other schmuck that tries to save the kingdom just gets beaten into the dirt. Thing is, they didn't know we were getting stitched up, they'd thought we died in the other world. They also thought the lab got shut down in 84, but actually, there was just another site. Should've guessed after the one that burned down last year."

"So Eleven closed all the portals," Steve said quietly, trying to follow the plot. "But the lab, the one you and Max were in, had been biding its time?"

"Right on the money, Harrington," Eddie looked at him again, eyes red, and Steve wanted to know what he was seeing. Had an inkling that the eyes, the scars and the coma were all connected to the so-called earthquake. "Snapped her up under everyone's noses. I can only guess they stayed in Hawkins cause of your old man's money, or maybe a disaster zone just makes it easier to bring in security and equipment and hide people disappearing. Whatever. I woke up first, freaked out, got put in solitary for awhile where they studied me. Max woke a couple weeks later. I think maybe Eleven convinced Brenner she'd cooperate if she could see us both, because next I knew there they were."

"Who knows how, but Max opened a portal. Looked pretty different, since the Upside Down was cut off, but it was there. I got out. Should've probably been Eleven, supergirl would've been able to get back in later, but she pushed me through," Steve thought about her, pale and lonely in that dreary room, yet her voice had been strong in his head. "Landed back in Hawkins, right in Max's trailer. Somehow made it to Nancy's place, then we all started planning. It was mid June by then. Town was still crawling with military types, and not the kind who'd helped us in the past. I had to hide out, since technically I'm still wanted for murder -which I didn't do!" Eddie was quick to get his energy back to emphatically insist on that, pointing a finger right at Steve. "Being a scapegoat isn't fun. But I hid out here since we had a source figure out where the money was coming from, and if Harrington Sr walked through that door I wouldn't mind getting arrested for something real. We've tried to sneak in, get a job in the company on the first floor, use Hopper's contacts to get an investigation started, but nothing's worked. Part of it's that we can't put the kids in danger, and if any of us get caught, they'd figure us all out, and where would that leave us? Well, I guess it leaves us here-"

"-relying on you."

Steve finished chopping mushrooms and slid them into the hot pan, keeping an eye on the water for when it would start to boil and he could drop the pasta in to cook. Unconsciously, he'd adjusted his portion sizing, first to account for the older three, but then he'd thought about the kids upstairs and just kept adding mushrooms and garlic to his cutting board while he absorbed what Eddie was telling him.

It was odd to think that yesterday he'd been safe in his home in New York, only concerned with finalizing the details of a few liquidations of his father's assets and then getting on the plane the next morning. And all this time his father's money had been used to torture children, terrorize an entire town, and then leave it all on Steve's shoulders in the wake of his death. Oh, how he hated him. Enough to drop all his reservations about taking on his inheritance, if he could use all that money and resource to destroy any semblance of a legacy his father had. If he could use it to help the ones his father had hurt.

"Eddie Munson," Steve placed the knife down and turned to face the other man, who stared at him with suspicion. "By this time next week, you, and everyone held in that lab, will be free again. I promise you that, and if I break that promise..." he stepped closer. What would Marc offer in a similar situation? Eddie's hand twitched towards his knife a little, and Steve grimly knew -he put his hand on top of Eddie's on the hilt and gripped it tightly. "...you can take any piece of me you want. My hand, my heart, my tongue, it's yours. If I fail, I'll gladly give it to you."

"Jesus," Eddie breathed out, his eyes sharp, his face screwed up in a way Steve couldn't read, a combination of emotions he'd not seen directed his way before. These people definitely thought he was completely unhinged by now. But that was okay. Steve was going to show them exactly the sort of man he was -one that wasn't anything like his father.

*

Brenner called the next morning while Steve was making coffee. Apparently one of Eddie's abilities was being able to see in the dark, so he often was the one who snuck out at night to tamper with various car batteries, fuel lines, mail going to the office, etc; because if they couldn't get inside they were going to make it difficult for them to operate. Steve stirred in creamer as he listened to the older man detail that he would be able to visit the other 'patients' the following day, as they were still fixing a structural issue -which Steve now knew had been Eddie and another woman named Robin slashing the tires of a bunch of the security guards' vehicles -but cut him off once he began suggesting they finalize some of the funding.

"I'll see the others if you insist, but the display yesterday was enough to convince me," he wasn't the smartest, yes, but he could play the part others expected. "The funding won't be a question, however the quality of your staff leaves something to be desired. The driver seemed preoccupied with this idea I was going to get mugged at gunpoint in my own home, apparently at your insistence."

"Mr Harrington, it was only a precaution, given you are the primary donor to my endeavour-"

"I own your little project, Brenner, and I am not my father. He didn't know what he was getting into, but I do, and I intend to do this properly instead of slapdash as it's been handled up to now," over the line Brenner was silent, but his breathing, what little Steve could hear of it, was calm. "If you think small town delinquents are a big enough threat to voice it, I'm sceptical of the quality of your outsourced security. Looking at the records, the company my father installed on the first floor is also under-performing, so along with the cleaning, food delivery and laundry heads of service I'll be taking a meeting with their CFO. Give me the number for your head of security, Brian Walker, was it? I'll speak with him alongside the rest."

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve saw Nancy step through the door to the kitchen -she gave him a slow nod but didn't interrupt, only made her way over to the cupboard where the mugs were. It was strange to think that these people were more familiar with his former home than he was now.

"You've certainly thought things over since yesterday, Mr Harrington," there was a thread of resentment in his tone, but Brenner needed his funds more than he needed his ego padded. He wouldn't be around long enough for that resentment to fester if Steve had his way. "Yes, your father was never so hands on, but maybe that's why we're struggling, even with the gains that have been made since March. Shall I send a car after I've given you Walker's number?"

"No need, we keep a vehicle here," Steve copied down the number onto the pad next to the phone, and agreed to be at the lab the next afternoon. When he hung up, Nancy was studying him.

"You never actually promised him anything," she observed, and Steve had to laugh a bit.

"A habit I picked up from an early tutor. 'Never make any statement you can be held to', especially if you could be recorded. He was worried I'd say the wrong thing to someone and get disinherited," a lot of his tutors had been worried about that, given how often he failed to meet their standards. Then again, it was no coincidence they were more often arranged by his father and not privy to the ins and outs of the Harrington family dynamic. "As if my mother didn't ensure her marriage agreement was air tight on that question."

Nancy sipped her coffee, "You're a realist, that's good. I love them but the others don't always get where I'm coming from, hashing things out or vetoing reckless plans." He was thinking more and more that he'd been right to pin her as a leader of this operation last night. "But that's what i'm having trouble reconciling here. You're practical, yet you're sticking your neck out for some kids you don't even know. You habitually don't make promises, yet you vowed to Ed last night that he could literally cut off any part of you he wanted. You even claim you're not suited to business, but you know more about the lab and Brenner's tendencies than I do, and I've had years to flush him out. The kids say the contradictions are suspicious."

"If I looked the other way from those kids I'd drink myself to death in a couple years, so if I'm being practical then I have to help them," he may not have expected such a strong reaction from himself had he laid it out on paper, but he couldn't deny the reality of it. His tutors had also worried about his tendency of jumping into the deep end of obsessions when he let his emotions run the show. "And isn't contradiction the source of all change, or something? No one lives a predictable life. I'm sure you might also think I'm a nonviolent person, but I'm prepared to shoot Brenner in the head when I see him. Isn't that being realistic?"

Definitely letting his emotions get the better of him there, but as he said -he was doing it for Eleven and the other four, or more than that, trapped in the lab. He didn't necessarily care if Nancy or the others trusted him, as long as he managed to make that goal a reality.

He was calling the various heads of service about scheduling when Jonathan came into the kitchen and started whispering with Nancy about something, and just finished a curt exchange with Walker when Eddie strolled back into the room. Steve found his eyes were drawn to the other man instantly, following his movements as he ducked around the island and touched a hand to the others' shoulders in passing greeting. Steve jumped when a hand appeared suddenly at his elbow while he was distracted and tapped on his arm.

One of the boys from the day before was there, frowning at him a little imperiously -the curls poking out from under his colourful cap made him look a bit younger, but now seeing him this close the boy was probably closer to sixteen than the tweenage he'd thought before.

"You're not even going back today, right?" the kid asked, plowing on before Steve could actually agree with him. "Then you've got to come and tell us about the other people the lab are holding! C'mon, come with me."

Steve allowed himself to be tugged to a stand, a bit baffled, and when he glanced back at the others -sure, Eddie looked a bit unhappy at what was going on, but Nancy mainly seemed amused, even flapping a hand at him as of to say, 'Well, get going!'. Steve managed to grab his coffee before the kid pulled hard enough to unbalance him, and was instantly reminded of his younger cousins again when in the living room there were about four other teenagers waiting for him, all staring in some level of distrust save for the oldest boy, who looked bored.

"I'm Dustin, that's Mike and Lucas, and Erica and Gary," the kid introduced, pushing Steve toward the loveseat at the far end of the room, where they could all see him clearly and keep him furthest from the route back to the kitchen. The oldest muttered 'Gareth' under his breath, and Steve wondered if this was calculated to keep him busy while there was some discussion among the others in the kitchen. "I've got theories, you've got info -talk."

It was... kind of cute how the kid was trying to be firm and demanding with him here, which obviously wasn't a common occurrence judging by the way his friends shot him little glances or shook their heads. The boy who'd snapped at him last night, Mike, rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful, and then directed his scorn Steve's way as if he could tell he was mainly humouring them.

"He already told Nancy that he only ever saw El-Eleven," Mike crossed his arms tightly.

"Yeah, but he also knew there were five total, genius," Erica said, sarcasm thick in her tone. "If anyone knows about business here it's me, and he probably got a briefing of what to expect to like, get him hooked for whatever full demonstration the lab's putting on. Right?" she asked Steve, perfectly confident in herself; he couldn't help but think grandmother would have a field day with her.

"You're right," she shot a smug look across the room, and the last one to speak, Lucas, sighed, put upon. "I looked over their files -heavily redacted, but they included photos and dates on when they were brought in. And, Dustin," the boy sat up. "There's a chance there's more than five, so keep your theories in your back pocket. I only know the basics."

Dustin nodded seriously, and readied a notepad and pen, so Steve started recounting what he could from the files, paying attention to how the various teenagers reacted, especially the older one who'd yet to say anything. They were already familiar with Eleven, but Dustin still had him describe the collar she'd been wearing -he couldn't give much more detail than the rough number of wires, the material it was probably made of, and the size given he was no engineer, but the kid noted it all down regardless.

There was an immediate change when he started describing Nineteen -Mike tensed when he said the boy had been there three years, and when Steve went on to describe the prophetic dreams that were considered the main aspect of his ability, even Dustin seemed spooked. It was markedly similar to how Jonathan had acted the night before.

"All of you know him? Like you know Max?"

Lucas flinched, and Mike drew in a wet breath before scrubbing at his eyes, "It has to be Will."

"Like they've had him the whole time?" Gareth.

"Eleven would've sensed him or -or something! He can't have been in there the whole three years!" Dustin.

"Well they found Castle Byers but not his body or anything! And demogorgons don't eat people whole, so what other option is there?!"

This was rapidly getting out of hand; Steve raised his voice a little, making all the kids jump and something drop in the other room, "Hey! Look, if it is Will, or if it isn't, that doesn't matter. This kid's going to be in a pretty bad state, so while he's recovering you'll have to be there for him regardless. Just like you were there for Eleven, right?" he asked Mike directly, and he didn't look happy about anything but he nodded, still wiping at his eyes a little. "I think one of the reasons this place was able to go under the radar is because this boy, Nineteen, he was kept sedated until sometime last year, because of how much his ability was affecting him. That's probably why Eleven never noticed him."

"Steve's right," Dustin piped up, waving his notes around in front of him. "Look, we don't have a ton of time, so let's get talking about the others. What did number Twenty look like?"

A few hours later, Steve was carefully picking his way around the scattered teenagers in his childhood living room, all of them wiped out from the lengths the discussion had gone once they figured out who Twenty was. Dustin was right that Steve wasn't needed until tomorrow, so he could at least make something for lunch while he had the time, and maybe process a lot of the little tidbits the kids had dropped casually throughout the conversation.

Four times this cobbled together group had faced the results of the lab's experiments from the world they called the Upside Down, and each time someone had died, gotten hurt or plain went missing. They knew where a few of those missing were now, at least. But the fact still remained that they'd seen a lot more in their young lives than many would in twice as long, and in a lot of ways they couldn't heal until the lab was dismantled entirely.

"Nice of you to humour them," Eddie said, suddenly just materializing in the corner of Steve's vision like he'd been here in the kitchen since breakfast.

"I like kids their age. My cousins are all between ten and eighteen, so," Steve watched as Eddie hopped up on the counter a few feet down from where he was chopping vegetables for a big salad, again with enough portions for everyone here. He wasn't sure why, but something about the other man seemed settled, less on edge. Maybe it was simply that Eddie did appreciate him talking to the kids enough that it warmed his frosty opinion a bit. "Did you catch any of it?"

"Gareth gave me a rundown."

"I thought he looked a bit out of place," Steve tossed everything in a big bowl he definitely didn't remember ever using as a child, and stepped around Eddie's legs to put it in the fridge and take out the fixings to make sandwiches.

"You mentioned that the kids in the lab would be taken care of no matter who they are," Eddie didnt really ask, but Steve hummed an affirmative anyway. "Can't imagine how that's going to go. Hospital's just going to get the feds involved when a bunch of dead and missing kids show up with weird injuries and powers, and they've never given a rat's ass about any of us. Not to mention, Max's parents are flat out gone. Her piece of shit stepdad bailed after his son died and her mom drank herself to death in August."

"I'm going to be covering it," Steve said simply, but that only got Eddie frowning at him, eyes red again -he wondered if it was some kind of nervous tic.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I'll be making sure the hospital looks the other way. You'd be surprised how effective a good bribe to the right person is," and a good threat, but Eddie seemed to ping-pong around different levels of hostile with him so he decided not to voice that and see what it got him. "You've said your chief of police is involved -he can buy a little time for me to do that by claiming it's already under investigation. I doubt any of you have good insurance, so I'll be handling all the medical bills, full stop. Same with long term care for anyone who needs it."

It was eerie, the way Eddie didn't blink while his eyes were red and slitted, even as he jumped down from the counter and crowded into Steve's space. Like with the knife, Steve relaxed into it as much as possible -he and Eddie were of a height, so having him close enough to pen him in place also put his face within inches of Steve's. Despite himself, or maybe directly because of the implied threat, which was embarrassing as all get-out, Steve couldn't help but flush a bit red as his mind filled in what else they could do from this position.

"You made that promise to me yesterday, but enlighten me -does that include being free from you?" Fingers pressed at the hollow of his throat and tapped there, and Steve shivered. "Taking all this in stride, good with kids, rich as hell, and no ulterior motives? Not sure if I can believe that, Steve. Seems a little too good to be true that all our problems are just, poof, going away the second you show up."

Part of Steve wanted to point out that none of their problems were actually gone, and while Steve had a plan, he hadn't even mentioned it to Nancy, Eddie or Jonathan yet, let alone the police chief the kids had mentioned or any of the others in 'the Party' who hadn't stopped by the house. Part of him wanted to remind Eddie that he was going to put himself in a pretty shit position tomorrow, one where there was a good chance Walker decided he was blowing steam and shot him without a second thought. There was even a small, still growing part of Steve that, buoyed by interacting with the kids, wanted to soothe and reassure everyone here that when this was over, they could rest.

The part that got him through being Richard Harrington's lacking son was the one that won out.

"I didn't realize you were so flush with options you could afford to be picky," he pulled out the old Harrington haughtiness and even with Eddie so close, managed to look down his nose at him -Eddie startled back like he'd been slapped. "You don't seem to get it, so I'll explain. The moment I saw Eleven's file, I decided she was mine. Not the way Brenner thinks of her as his, god forbid, but my responsibility. Yes, there is the fact my fathers money helped keep her there, but by the time she spoke to me, I knew for sure it was more than that. Once I spoke to you, Nancy and Jonathan, I'd made up my mind entirely. All of you in the Party are mine."

"Possessive bastard aren't you," Eddie, far from the unnerved look he'd given Steve's intensity last night, appeared more intrigued than anything now that his momentary shock had passed.

"Very," it ran through both sides of his family, but where his father had concerned himself with things and status, his mother surrounded herself with friends and allies, and saw that same tendency reflected in Steve. "So no, it doesn't include being free from me. You could try, certainly. Change your name and move away with what little money you've managed to save, relying on the government that never gave a shit about anyone in this town to help you start over. It wouldn't work, but you could try," Steve was confident enough in that. Even without his father's money, he'd racked up a few favours while in Marseille, and he was pretty sure his cousin Emilie was going into investigative work. "Or you could accept that you've been through enough, and let me handle everything."

"So long as whatever hare-brained scheme you've planned actually works," Eddie said.

"Yeah, there is that," Steve tilted his head to the side and Eddie's hand settled more securely on the side of his neck, thumb resting right on his adam's apple. If this was some sort of test, he certainly didn't mind leaning into it to see if Eddie would balk. "You should know what kind of deal you've all walked into with me. My family's business has made me pretty selfish, and when I see people worth my attention, I tend to keep them."

Eddie stared at him in thought for a few long seconds, "Against their will? Through debt or favours we'll owe you for your help? Typical protection racket type?"

"Not going to say it's never crossed my mind. It made my grandfather good money in the 30s," Eddie's mouth quirked up slightly, amused at the way he'd phrased it, maybe. "But no. If I was in debt to someone and their death meant I got a clean start, why would I protect them? Or even if I did work off the debt, how could I trust the person who put me in that position wouldn't try to keep me there? That's exactly how men like my father built their empires, and that's not who I am. I may be a criminal, but if you can trust anything about me, you can trust that."

"Hm, well, the Munson doctrine's never really cared much about what side of the law you're on, so long as you're not a prick," Eddie said, brightening up considerably. He pulled away a few inches but kept his hand pressed to Steve's skin. "Want to know what nearly dying in the Upside Down actually did to me?"

Steve took the non-sequitur in stride, "Besides seeing in the dark?"

"Besides that," Eddie looked particularly amused, like he was about to drop some hilarious punchline. "Eleven's got a rap sheet of powers, but the rest of us didn't pick up nearly as many. Well, the terrible two maybe have a few more, but me? Just a couple little benefits from getting chewed up and spat out in there. One, the eyes, obviously. But two," and here Eddie was bold; Steve flushed with heat again as his hand slid back and yanked lightly at the hair on the nape of his neck. "There we go. It's real easy to tell when you're hot and bothered, Stevie, if I've got my hands on you. Or if you're angry, calm, stressed, oh, that one's nice -embarrassment," Eddie laughed at the noise he sputtered out, but dropped his hands after a second.

"This really was some sort of test," Steve willed his deep blush to go back down, but if the heated expression on Eddie's face was any indication, it wasn't working. Steve burned it into his mind to go over later, to keep him solid tomorrow when he'd have very few reminders of good things to look forward to after the lab.

"Only for my own peace of mind. But it seems to me you're actually a good dude," he turned away just as fast as he'd originally stalked over, and pulled the toaster over from the other end of the counter. "Now let me help you with lunch, and we can plan for tomorrow, since i'm positive you've already made some big decisions in that pretty head of yours."

Steve let out a slow breath, calming his pulsing heart; he'd already been intrigued when Eddie was nothing but hostile. Now, with the other man looking at him like that, he could feel himself getting pulled in like a moth to a flame. And the worst part was, he couldn't bring himself to care.

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[ageless-aislynn]

Okay, frens, I’m about to probably be a lot less available once NaNo starts tomorrow. Which is kinda saying something, given how I’ve been pretty absent lately. Being sick sucks rocks through a straw. 😕

However, the exceptions will be if:

I’m stalling (despite the fact I’m probably panicking that I’m not writing at the same time 🤷‍♀️)

I’m blocked (in which case I might ask for prompts just to try to get something short going again)

My writering muse* is being a little jerk (there’s no cure for this 😣😛)

(*I just caught this weird typo and left it because “writering muse” felt appropriate for some reason, lol, kinda like she’s wandering around, maybe gonna write eventually... 😛)

Again, depending on how I feel/how things are going, I may start editing and posting things just to give me a much-needed serotonin boost. We’ll see!

I’m hoping going to write “The Price” (Frosthunter, The Flash, NSFW) in its entirety because I have a total of one (1) person at AO3 who has politely asked me about it a couple of times over the past - what, year? Two years? - since I first mentioned wanting to write it. Just when I’m about give up on it, this lovely person writes me a sweet note saying how they hope I’m doing well and that I’ll still write it one day. And that gives me the strength to keep fighting on, lol!

Despite the fact that, well, Zoom isn’t usually a laugh riot, “The Price” is intended to be rather explicit smut with a humorous slant. Just how explicit and how humorous... we’ll find out together! Even if it’s just me and that one lone person over at AO3, lol!

(If you ever wonder if your comment will make a difference, then I can promise you that yes, it definitely does. Just knowing that somebody cares is SO important. 🤗)

Secondly, I want to finish “Cupid’s Kiss” (Snowells, The Flash, NSFW) and “Guardian Angel” (Snowells, The Flash) at long last. 🤞😣🤞

This will probably close out my Flash fics for now. I wish I could’ve gotten them done sooner but... Life, right? 😕 I hope that anybody who still cares how they ended will get the chance to see them.

“Try” (aka the Big Beast of ReverseSnowThawne) still might randomly appear one day, despite being a thing that exactly zero (0) people probably want to read, lol. But I still want to see how it all works out and it has worldbuilding and there are already 3 chapters written so... We’ll see. It definitely has enough mileage to it to give me the 50k for this NaNo.

Over in the world of Halo... “15 Minutes” chapter 6 (John/Reader) and “Recreation” chapter 3 (Kai/maleReader) are in pre-planning. (“15 Minutes” is the rare beast of mine in that I actually have so many events still in store for it that I’ve done an outline. As a long-time pantser, that’s saying something, lol!)

“Choices” (tentative title, Noble Team x Reader, Halo: Reach) is something I’m still very excited about! It starts with the premise in chapter 1 where the reader meets Noble Team. At the end of ch1, you’ll choose who you’re going to go with and there will be links to the appropriate chapter that will conclude the story with you and either Carter, Kat, Jun, Emile, Jorge or Six (male and female versions).

I’ve always loved Choose Your Own Adventure type stories and after reading @lialacleaf​‘s awesome and super fun Master Chief x Reader interactive fic “The Medic,” I was inspired to try my own variation (mine is, of course, a very simplified version, you only make that one choice of who you’re going with but still! Similiar if simpler! 😁)

If you’d like to be tagged for any of that, just let me know. 😉

Flash Masterlist

Halo Masterlist

Anyway, that’s where I’m at right now. I have only a really basic NaNo playlist done but that can fall into place as we go along. 🎵💃🎵 I just mainly gravitate to songs with a good beat to type to, lol! This one is already on there...

“Sing Along” - Sturgill Simpson

Noble Team is kinda running to the beat in my GIF, lol! 🤷‍♀️😂

Anyway, it’s helpful to me to spell out my goals, hence why I wrote all of this. 😉 Good luck to those who are also participating in NaNo and happy November to those who aren’t!

🤗💖

#nanowrimo #nano #writing #snowells #caitlin snow x eobard thawne #frosthunter #frostzoom #killer frost x hunter zolomon #halo #halo: reach #master chief x reader #kai-125 x male reader #noble team #ageless aislynn

[marengogo]

21-01-23 UPDATE

… Biatch/Bruh/NB, there is so much I need/want to update you about, I don’t even know where to start! Mind you, all of my updates are absolutely in no way or form or size comparable to JIMIN TAKING THE WHOLE WORLD BY A STORM, but as I am not Park Jimin, it is what it is, okay?

I’ll start with something funny. Last Friday so not yesterday, the previous one I went out with old and new friends to a restaurant that specialises in Raclette; I cannot resist cheese, cheese in ANY FORM is my one weakness. I sat opposite a new friend, we were pleasantly conversing and my phone lit up because of a notification, and this is my present lockscreen 😬

So my gracious new friend excitedly asked “Oh! Is this your boyfriend” and I, knowing very well the person on my phone, started laughing, replied “I wish!” and contemplated for a good 10 seconds the scenario where I was enjoying myself with friends, eating Raclette and going around with the picture of my boyfriend Kim Seokjin on my lockscreen. LOL. It was a very good 10 second dream NGL. After which I also concluded that if Kim Seokjin was presently my boyfriend, I’d 100% won’t have him as my lock screen so that whole convo would not have happened 😬.

On to the next update!

ASKS. So, my 2017 iPhoneX is trying to politely let me know that soon it will be time to say goodbye, and by soon I mean a couple of months if I am lucky though I’d say 5 years is a good lifespan for any phone a person like me possess, cause i use the shit out of them …  It all began with Olly’s that’s my phone’s name, yes, I name objects ✌🏾battery lasting 30 minutes in December and now it just randomly doesn’t give me notifications for calls, messages and apparently ONLY ASKS with regards to tumblr.

Like, imagine my face going into my inbox on my laptop, trying to finally answer the ASKS I left in December to see new ASKS from January … 🥹. Yeah, so, I am going out today, as I said in my 2023 post, this year I am trying to say “yes” instead of “no” when people ask me to hang out; PEOPLE LOVE TO HANG OUT MY NECK OF THE WOODS I’m not complaining, I think?.... Particularly when at the very beginning of trying to make me social again, they would find BTS related restaurants, exhibitions, ANYTHING just to get me out, even though they didn’t know much about BTS at all, so I am appreciative and I know I have a W-circle of friends. Hence, please give me some time and I will try to reply to everything in one go as soon as I can 🙏🏾. Promise & Appreciate You All.

My last update is that I am trying to finish my Hobi post, hopefully I’ll have it done by Hobraury 🙃, but I keep getting distracted because I am also wanting to write that Yoongi post but also Jimintaine’s Day is coming, I AM SO CONVINCED THAT HE IS GOING TO RELEASE PJM1 as a Valentine’s Day present, but then that week’s Friday is the 17th and the following day is Hobruary, so I don’t know, regardless …

A LOT IS GOING TO BE HAPPENING VERY SOON. 

WELL THEN my lovely poeple, I need to get ready to go, so we’ll speak soon, most likely I’ll just be doing a lot of reblogging for a bit, so in the meantime, don’t forget to KEEP STREAMING VIBE.

Always respectfully yours 🫰🏾,

Marengo.

#Marengo UPDATE - 3 - 211223 #Marengo UPDATE

[kiryoutann]

HIII RYOU ♡

WHAT AN AMAZING CHAPTER!!! i was surprised by the child(e)hood flashbacks LITTLE AJAX IS SO PRECIOUS 🥺 AND A WHOLE CHAPTER WITH JUST CHILDE'S POV!!! A masterpiece.

this chapter surprised me in a wonderful way, i didn't expect that childe would break up with lumine (im always expecting the worst from him lol) but he was somehow so... mature in accepting his feelings, thanks zhongli for making this heartbreaker prove a high level of fear hehehe

and i loved seeing more of his past AND ANTON!!! AND THE FALL INTO THE ABYSS!!! PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT

an important point of this chapter was that y/n makes ajax come out, the adorable boy who was possibly lost inside the dreaded war machine tartaglia is here now yaaaaaaayyy. I can only think: will this love be enough for him to forget the revenge? we know you like to see us with tears in our eyes so a lot of angst is still possible 🥺

anywayyyyyy, i was really looking forward to this chapter and it was worth every minute of waiting, thank you for this amazing chapter ♡ i really want to see y/n's reaction to drunk and in love ajax aaaaaa i will be looking forward to the next chapter 🥰 are we gonna get a sneak peek soon?

• why would there be no more chance for her to get pregnant with childe’s after the recent chapter?

i want to answer what i think about it: childe lived in a bubble where he possessed the idea of loving lumine, he expected to really feel what love was AFTER he managed to conclude his plans, on the other hand, lumine is more perceptive about feelings than he is.

what i think is that lumine would not go back to childe (i really hope she knows she deserves better!!!!) and he now understands the feeling of loving and that it's not what he has for her, so childe wouldn't go after lumine either. after this chapter i think the ties between them are definitely broken (I HOPE SO)

but i need to ask: what else are we going to have about lumine? we don't know if she will have a happy ending, so i think something very important will still happen to her, but it won't necessarily be directly connected to the childe

ps: i hope my comment wasn't confusing, i read the chapter yesterday and i needed all this time to organize my mind from so many questions

i thought a lot about the previous chapters 👀 and y/n's visions 👀 especially the one with divine tree involved 👀

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HELLO 🦄!!! reading your feedback and thoughts is always so fun for me!

IM SO GLAD U ENJOYED IT DEAR! it was.. hard to write that chapter since i gotta put myself on his pov so i’m veryyyy happy to know my readers love it! ^^

OKAY THE QUESTION.. YES. there’ll be no chance for lumine to get pregnant because of that. we just gotta hope he doesn’t disappoint us in the future-

ANDDD TBH i havent planned anything about lumine for the upcoming chapters so i can’t say much

thank u for giving me your thoughts 🦄❤️ HAVE A NICE DAY

#☁︎ — ABOUT BETWEEN KISSES

[moro-lasso]

I often think of all the strange, strained relationships I've had in my life, and I've concluded that not one has been so tumultuous as the one I've had with beauty. I haven't felt beautiful in so long. the things that once made me feel beautiful are either gone or still *exist* in some sense, but explicitly don't allow me to view myself through that lens. essentially, the same as being gone. the rest have merely vanished. faded away. I don't have the drive to do too much these days, but I certainly haven't done anything beautiful in longer than I care to recall. what is life without beauty? really, what's the point? I want to be beautiful, I want to make someone feel beautiful, I want to make and do beautiful things, but I can't. when I'm upset I put holes in my ugly fucking face, (and I like it that way). maybe I like being taken further from beauty. maybe I'm like a diabetic and I can't produce my own beauty and need to source it from the outside, but I just don't have someone or something to do that for me anymore. feels like it never will. I guess all of these things sort of relate to "happiness." I could replace "beautiful" with "happiness" and it still rings true. I haven't made anyone smile, no one makes me smile, I haven't done anything that makes people happy and that's what I want to do, etc. I suppose that's all true, but something feels more uniquely sad this way. idk. the two are not mutually inclusive. you can be happy without beauty and feel beautiful without feeling happy, but the absence of both is simply so bleak. seems a little melodramatic, maybe. "oh, there's no beauty or happiness in my life, woe is me"-type shit. but like. that's really the way it is lol. I try to find beauty in my meek existence, but I cannot. I go to work and pretend to be someone I'm not to people I'm not particularly fond of for eight hours, and then I come home and read or fall asleep during a movie or keep working on an album that's over three years in the making and genuinely never going to come out. that's about it. on Sundays, I go to church alone. I don't even like my church. I'd like to find a new one but I know the people would say something about leaving and I'm a complete pushover so the idea of that threat even existing keeps me from acting in the first place. sometimes I hatch some chicks, and that's fun and cute for a while, but they either end up an aggressive rooster or become senile and sick after a few years. both of those end up at the same conclusion. I used to maybe make some people feel something when I played shows. I don't know if anyone was making deeper emotional connections while I screamed my throat raw about wanting to shave my head to relieve myself of vanity and having nowhere to fall anymore, or if I was just providing the background music for jits to let off a little steam and rough each other up for 30 minutes, but dammit I don't care, I was happy to do either. grateful, even. it seems my only possible in back to that whole thing is public self-flagellation, which is not quite my bag. pretentious as it may be, I am an artist. it's my fucking role in the scene to express things through my specific view, with the tools I have. to drop all of the pretenses and be forced to go through the rigamarole of explaining my dating history, and "yes, I messed up, but not nearly *that* bad," to a bunch of randoms who have already made up their minds without ever meeting or knowing me is maybe the least appealing thing I can think of. considering retirement from DIY at the ripe old age of 24. people can just think whatever they want of me. that's kind of the point, isn't it? letting people project what they want onto art? if I've been chosen to be the Judas, maybe that's just my role. actually no, I'm not even Judas, that's too major of a role for me. I'm Gestas. sure.

[saellefanwork]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖

Reminder: This Demon Slayer fic is rated Mature (adults only) for canon-typical violence and eventual suggestive or explicit sexual content

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Chapter 25: A New Dawn

Following a brief yet jubilant celebration on the battlefield, Kanoko's vision dims, and one of the last thing she hears is a sharp cry nearby.

Tanjiro, who was supposed to be dead, awakens at the Butterfly Estate, months after the intense battle against the demon lord. Nezuko, now fully human, is beside him. The lingering question: what unfolded in the aftermath of Muzan's defeat?

Author's note: First chapter of the concluding Arc "A world without demons" I'm definitly back with short chapters lol :') but normally the Ending one will be long, according to my draft version. We're not here yet though.

Thank you for your support as always <3

When, after a fierce struggle, the ashen remnants of Kibutsuji Muzan scattered in the breeze, a stunned silence fell over the scene. Seconds stretched into long, agonizing minutes without anyone moving, each person anticipating some kind of upheaval. Despite the palpable tension, nothing occurred. And eventually, reality struck you...

...Victory was yours! Truly and unequivocally yours! Every loss, every drop of blood shed over centuries... all of it had ultimately led to this moment, the defeat of Muzan, dragging to hell with him all the demons he had spawned! A millennium of sacrifices, lifetimes filled with tears and sorrows had succeeded so that finally, the cycle of despair could be broken. A thousand years for the Slayers to lay aside their weapons and rest in peace with their loved ones.

Your vision blurred, and you could feel drops streaming down your face. Around you, wet giggles, snifflings, and incredulous whispers erupted in all directions. In the midst of the devastated street, despite their injuries, the surviving Slayers and present Kakushi embraced each other, crying with joy, relief, and grief. All emotions merged together under the rising sun.

Remaining on your knees, you contemplated the spot where your worst nightmare had vanished with tearful eyes. You felt so weak... was it only due to the intense reprieve and physical exhaustion? A vigorous hug interrupted the flow of your thoughts. You recognized Kyojuro's embrace without even seeing him. Looking up at him, you noticed that he was crying too, though a huge smile was illuminating his sunny features. It was the second time you had seen him shed any tears since you had known him, all in the same day. You loved the way these looked on him, though—gleaming in the morning light like little sparks of hope, framing his lovely smile. You threw your arms around him and hugged back.

"We did it, Kanoko! We won!" he sobbed into your hair, squeezing you so tightly that your breath was almost cut off. "And look, you didn't burn in the sun, you're human again...!"

You nodded, sniffling, burying your face in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent with notes of apricot despite the sweat, dust, and blood. He was warm, alive, and you even had the blessing to survive long enough to enjoy this moment, in spite of all that both of you went through. It was almost unbelievable.

"Yes, Kyojuro... Our ancestors and comrades can rest in peace, as well as the numerous victims of Kibutsuji and his underlings. We can live and die in peace now," you confirmed, your throat tight, pressing your wet cheek against his.

He detached himself from you just enough to kiss you fervently, ignoring the surrounding gazes. Nobody minded; on the contrary, other pairs of arms embraced you both to share the delirious happiness and solace that followed this incredible victory. Kisses were exchanged, in a platonic manner, on cheeks or lips between everyone, and only laughters could be heard. Everything was fine now.

... Even for you?

You could feel yourself growing weaker and weaker. Maybe it was just the relief and the aftershock, but you sensed there was something else going on, even if you couldn't bring yourself to care right now. Perhaps it was because you were starting to think of the corpses lying around and the unconscious people being tended by the Kakushi. Brave souls lost, like Tanjiro's. Where was his body, by the way?

Suddenly, someone shouted a sharp cry.

When Kamado Tanjiro slowly opened his eyelids, it was already spring, evident from the blooming cherry blossoms filling his field of vision. Squinting slightly, he absentmindedly noticed that his right orb was present yet blind. The window was ajar, allowing the gentle air and flower petals to drift inside, one of which delicately landed on the tip of his nose. He wanted to touch it, but his muscles and joints were painful and stiff, despite the attentive care of the butterfly girls who had massaged and moved his limbs every day.

Beside him, someone stirred, and he immediately recognized the familiar scent of his sister even before seeing her or hearing her voice. She set aside the embroidery she had been working on and placed her hands on his right one.

"Onii-chan! You're finally awake!" Tears of relief streamed down her cheeks, and the young boy also felt his own tears welling up as he beheld her face after such a long time unconscious.

"Nezuko... you're human again... what joy..."

He started crying profusely. All these years, he had been missing her comforting, human scent. His little sister still looked like her twelve-years-old self, demonization having halted her aging, while he was now sixteen. But it didn't matter. From now on, Nezuko could continue to grow and embrace a normal life.

He tried to mobilize his muscles to hug her, but despite his efforts, only his right arm responded. Yet, what concerned him more was not his condition but that of his younger sibling.

"You're injured," he remarked, his gaze fixated on her bandaged hand.

"Ah, yes..." she seemed embarrassed. "You don't remember anything?"

"Not really... I recall Rengoku-san and Nagase-san holding Kibutsuji Muzan in place with the others until the sun rose, and... the rest is blurry. He didn't die right away, I think... oh no, did he escape?!"

Nezuko shook her head hastily, reassuring him immediately. "No, he tried to resist by covering himself with layers of flesh, but in the end, he died. Though... you were dead when I came to join you, Tanjiro. I fell on my knees on your side, crying despite the general relief provided by Kibutsuji's loss, when suddenly you stirred again, regrowing your missing arm and eye. That horrible man had turned you into a demon. One capable of surviving the sunlight and decapitation. We all thought it was over for you, for all of us..."

Tanjiro was screaming like a beast, the protrusions of his spine whipping the air around him with the speed and force of lightning striking the ground, threatening to kill anyone who approached. His little sister was still clinging to him, injured and crying profusely.

"It's a disaster! Kanoko, can you go back in time? I can give you my blood if needed!" exclaimed Giyuu.

"I've already tried... I can't do it anymore. I... I'm entirely human again," you murmured, showing your cut palm which wasn't healing.

You were unable to resume the fight either. Your nose had started bleeding a few seconds ago and your vision was slowly darkening. Kneeling beside you, supporting your weight, (and extremely injured himself) Kyojuro stared at the scene in shock, his jaw hanging open.

"Slayers who are still capable of moving, take up arms again! Kamado Tanjiro has become a demon!" ordered Giyuu despite the pain in his eyes. But it was impossible: there were not enough warriors in shape to face him. They were too scarce and weakened, and the new Demon Lord was far too powerful for them.

Some memories returned to the young boy. He remembered attacking the survivors, especially his friends and mentors, and even his own sister. Nausea crept over him.

"Oh no... I did this to you. I'm sorry... Did I..." Did I kill anyone, he wanted to ask, but the question didn't come out. He was afraid of the answer.

"It's okay, Tanjiro, you only hurt Kanao and me, and we've almost completely healed already. You didn't harm anyone else, but you scared us a lot. Fortunately, Shinobu-san had given Kanao a cure against demonization, and she used it on you. Everyone was really worried about you while you were out. They will be very happy to learn that you've regained consciousness."

Nezuko proceeded to provide an update on the condition of various Slayers and Kakushi they were familiar with. The Kisatsutai had been nearly decimated; now, less than a third of their army remained. Among the Hashira, Himejima and Obanai had succumbed to their injuries shortly after Kibutsuji's death, joining Muichiro, who had perished against Upper Moon One, in the afterlife. The others were alive, as well as Tanjiro's usual group of friends. Despite the grief he felt for these casualties, Tanjiro found solace in the fact that his masters and close comrades had been spared. However, it was evident that no one had emerged unscathed from the ordeal. The survivors bore new scars, some disfiguring, and many were enduring permanent disabilities. Nevertheless, most wounds had healed, and a significant number of the injured had finalized their rehabilitation, endeavoring to have a fresh start in the world following the Corp's dissolution.

"What about Nagase-san? How is she going?" he inquired, suddenly realizing your absence from his sister's report.

Nezuko's smile faded, and Tanjiro felt a knot in his stomach as he caught the scent of sadness emanating from her. What could have happened?

"Oh... Nagase-san... she's..."

Well? Try to complete that last sentence, guys.

Taisho secret:

- The Shinazugawa brothers are alive. Genya have developed some chronic digestive problems due to ingesting too much demon blood and flesh, but aside from that, he’s doing fine. Sanemi lost some fingers and was incapacitated for a while due to a severe head injury; he even had to undergo therapy to learn how to move normally again. Some of his recent memories are still hazy because of the ordeal, but he's back to his angry, nasty, ohagi-hungry self. The two of them are living together again.

- Mitsuri has lost one ear and has acquired some new scars, but otherwise, she is physically well. Of course, she is deeply saddened by Obanai’s death, however she persists with the promise they exchanged to marry in their next lives.

- Giyuu, Kanao, Inosuke, Zenitsu and Tanjiro have the same injuries as in canon.

- Shinobu didn’t regrow a leg since the Eternal Paradise Cult Arc, but she did learn a thing or two about prosthesis. She made one for herself and for her former brothers and sisters in arms who needed one.

- Tengen was not in the Final Battle so he's fine, probably celebrating the victory with his wives and friends.

All the Hashira except Tengen and Shinobu have unlocked their Demon Slayer Mark.

I’m sorry for the characters I let die here... I mean, there are still much more alive than in canon, right? So do you forgive me? *tries her best to look redeemable*

As for Kyojuro (who we know is alive) and Kanoko (status: ???)... you shall see for yourself soon, but feel free to give theories ;)

Next chapter: "Grief and Gratitude"

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