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abbyromanoff · 6 months

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FOOLISH ONE

PAIRINGS: Carol Danvers x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,879

WARNINGS: smut, dark!Carol, kidnapping, mentions of insanity, use of Daddy (sexual/non-sexual use), pet play (sexual/non-sexual), drugging, alien!R, collars, piercings, think that’s all :)

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It’s been days now and nothing but silence has greeted you. You were locked away in a secluded room, it was meant for your safety, as the unknown voice would say. The person, who you guessed was an older woman, would occasionally stop by to drop off food. You never got a good look at her, only spending your time pleading to be freed, insisting people would look for you. But when you really got to thinking, you realized your statement was most likely wrong. Who were you kidding, nobody cared about you, nobody had even spared a glance in your direction.

It was a horrid thought, but throughout the days, you started feeling more content with where you were. The thought of death scared you, but if the woman wanted to kill you, she would’ve already. You heard her murmur the reasons why she took you on the first day when she went over the rules, but sadly your eyes were covered by a blindfold, forcing you to make up an imaginary woman behind the voice.

She stated how she had been watching you for a while now and just couldn’t hold back anymore. Someone noticed you, was all that ran through your head. She noticed you and she wanted you, who could think such a thing. You weren’t…normal. You had green skin and pointy ears, any human, you guessed she was human, would throw you away and call you a freak. You were rather innocent compared to your peers, you grew up lacking the knowledge of most and being forced into shelter by your parents. So once you stepped into the real world, there was no hope for you. People would chuckle at your cluelessness, and you’d be left embarrassed and ashamed of yourself. You just wanted to be like everyone else, was that so much to ask for?

“Here’s your breakfast, honey. Make sure you eat this time, alright?” You started off refusing her meals and drinks in hopes it would get you out of this mess, but you gave up once the hunger started settling in. You should’ve seen the smile on her face when watching you through the cameras.

“T-thank you, ma’am.” You stood up on shaky legs and took the plate through the small window at your stomachline. You didn’t know how long this would continue, but you just wanted something to do. Your days were filled with your eyes staring at a blank void, dreaming of the sun that you never thought you’d miss so much. Maybe she’d let you go out someday, maybe she’d finally set you free.

“Wait!” You called when noticing that she was about to shut the small window. It was your only source of light and it was the most peaceful thing you’ve seen in what felt like years.

“Uhm, can you leave that open? I- I like the light, I’ve been starting to feel a little weak.” She didn’t speak a word, only doing as you asked and leaving you to let out a grateful sigh. She grinned to herself before walking towards the bathroom, grabbing two sets of pills and a glass of water.

She returned moments later as you ate the plate of eggs hungrily, nearly leaving you coughing from the dryness. She wasn’t the best cook, but at least you got to eat. You’ve heard thousands of horror stories from your parents in which kidnappers would starve their victims until they were skin and bone, you couldn’t be ungrateful here.

“Here you go, love, this will help you feel better.” She slipped through the small antibiotics and bottled water, already being able to sense your hesitance through the door.

“You’re not forced to take them, but I suggest if you’d like to feel better, that you do.” You nodded slowly and placed them next to your food, planning to let your full stomach rest before taking them. But, soon enough, you swallowed the pills with a large gulp, almost instantly feeling a wave of anxiety doing so. In horror movies, you never trust the killer, she was the killer in this case. God, you were so stupid. No wonder why everyone repeated those words in your face your whole life.

Only a few minutes later you were feeling woozy, your head starting to spin as your eyes fluttered shut constantly. You were breaking the barrier of pure exhaustion when you heard a door creak open. You tried opening your eyes, wanting to finally catch a glance at the woman who’d been holding you captive, but you were unable to as you fell into a deep state of unconsciousness.

“There you go, baby.”

You woke to a collar tightening around your neck, the sound of a small chain being heard in the background. You fluttered your eyes open before they went wide as you saw the beauty standing in front of you. She smiled down at you when noticing your now awakened figure.

“Well, good morning, sleepyhead!” She ruffled your hair lightly and, if you weren’t currently held bound by your hands and legs, then you would’ve sunk into the feeling. She took recognition of your nervousness, stroking your cheek gently in a silent reassurance.

“Awh, don’t be scared, Daddy’s here.” You took in all of her, glancing up and down at her features. Your line of sight stopped below her belt as you spotted a small bulge hidden beneath her pants. She was packing.

“Such a naughty pup, didn’t you ever get taught some manners, huh?” You gulped fearfully and she chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before tugging you forward.

“Hm, I guess not. Don’t worry, Daddy will teach you everything you need to know.” You were forced to follow her without hope, desperately reaching for something to hold onto as you tripped.

“God, you can’t do anything.” She groaned out tiredly. She knew she had lots of work to do in order to teach you, but she was willing to do anything.

“Where are we going?” You asked timidly, being cautious of every word you spoke and every move you made.

“Outside. I know I’ve been neglecting you of the sun for some time now, and I’m so very sorry, but you had to learn. Now, if you’re a good girl, this could be an often occurrence. But if not…” She trailed off, and you took it as an opportunity for you to fill her words.

“I go back to the darkroom?” You hoped that’s what she wanted to hear. But the smile forming on her face convinced you that you were right and calmed your nerves slightly.

“That’s right! See, you’re already doing so well, puppy.” You had a short time to register the praise before the harsh beams of light hit your now-lightened skin. You were normally a considerably darker shade of green, now you were a sea green with purplish bags under your eyes.

“Uhm, Miss?” You called, trying to catch her attention without being forced to use the humiliating nickname.

“That’s not how you direct me.” She sternly retorted, refusing to take her eyes away from her book. You were starting to form goosebumps from the chilly weather, your body lacking a normal amount of clothing as you were forced to wear a small bra and panties. You wanted to ask, but you wanted to save your sanity at the same time. What would be better, you didn’t know.

“Sorry…Daddy,” It was a low mumble, but it was enough for her to hear you. She suddenly gazed into your eyes with a glance that told you to continue. She would work on your voice level another time, for now, she wanted to see what you so desperately needed.

“I-I’m getting really cold, is there any chance we could go inside? Please?” She hummed before standing abruptly, stalking towards your coward-down form.

“Learning your manners already, I see.” She leaned down, her knees folding as she groaned in slight pain. Her fingers came to your cheek before dragging a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Her eyes bored into yours, normally you’d look away in embarrassment, but with her, it was as if you were searching for something more.

“I can already tell you’re going to be the best, most obedient little puppy I could ever ask for. I knew I picked right with you.” You leaned into her touch as she stroked your skin, her features gleaming as she admired the green. Your ears perked up at the attention and she chuckled, kissing your forehead softly before grasping your hand and pulling you up. She lifted you into her arms as if you weighed nothing and you quickly wrapped your legs around her waist.

Inside you were placed gently onto the warm bed she had been sleeping in. You were almost jealous that she got to lay in this while you suffered in the dark, cold room for days at a time.

“Alright, your bath is all set, pup.” She guided you with her, letting you step in after she removed your few clothing. You were given small toy ducks and a tiny boat to play with, all while the bubbles filled the tub.

You played with the small toys, giggling to yourself as you made the boat sink and return back to the surface. Carol would occasionally splash you with a few droplets of water before you did the same, causing her shirt to adorn wet stains. She had a small cup where she’d pour the same water onto your head to wash out any soap until you were finally done.

Suddenly, you felt a small tug on your nipples. You looked up quickly, a gasp escaping your lips while she stared at the perky skin.

“You’d look so cute with nipple piercings, ya’ think?” You gulped nervously, already imagining the amount of pain you’d have to go through just to satisfy her curiosity.

“Maybe you can have little bells on ‘em so Daddy knows where you are at all times.” She pinched the hardened nerves, running her tongue against them and bringing shivers to your spine.

“D-do I have a choice?” She threw her head back humorously, laughing to herself as you bit your lip. You stared up at her with pleading eyes, hoping you’d be left off for just this once.

“Oh, puppy, of course, you do! You can comply to everything I say like a good little mutt, or you can endorse a punishment like a bad, bad pup.” You eyed the cage in the corner of the room, already feeling the harsh metal aching on your skin. You imagined the pain it would cause to your sensitive bones.

“So, you choose: would you like to be Daddy’s good girl and listen, or would you like to be a naughty baby, hm?” You shook your head with a sniffle, blinking away the tears that she helped to wipe away. She grinned when noticing your sadness, it seemed to thrill her to a great extent.

“I’ll be good, Daddy, I will. Please don’t put me back in the room, I want to stay with you!” She hummed in response, stroking your cheek before smacking it lightly.

“That’s what I thought, puppy.”

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lvlyghost · 10 months

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All The Nights to Come

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: You get hurt during a mission.

Word Count: 900+

Tw: strong language, blood, angst, comfort towards the end. grumpy ghost as usual. bad grammar, and probably a lot of typos. not proofread 🫶🏻✨💞

A/N: just a little one-shot to help me with writer's block. next I'll be working on another part of salvation and a third part of the things i never said since a lot of you asked 🥹💛 remember english isn't my first language, corrections are welcome 🤍

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You didn't know how to stay out of danger. Or at least that's what all of your teammates said. Especially Ghost.

Ghost. You had a complicated... relationship with the Lieutenant.

Polar opposites.

That's what he had called you both one day.

He's the darkness that comes at night, you're the light he'd gladly let consume him.

"Stop distracting me." He grumbles staring straight ahead. You chuckle at his growing annoyance.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, Ghost. The worst thing that could happen is tripping with a rock." You roll you eyes. "How about we play something, we still have one hour left until we reach the evac point."

"No."

"Comen on! There's no one around." He sighs, but doesn't say anything. You decide to not push his limits. You've started to know him more and more, as much as he would allow, of course. "Is something bothering you?" you finally ask, head tilting down to watch your step. Again the only response you get is silence. "If this is about what happened last night..."

"It's not that." He gruffly interrupts you. Irritated that you're even bringing it up.

"You were the one who said this couldn't happen anymore. So you might as well make up your mind Ghost." You walk faster, leaving him behind, or as much as you can considering his strides are easily longer than yours.

"I am your superior, what the fuck am I supposed to do, kid?" You clench your jaw, hating how his words are setting deep in your heart. The way he emphasized the word superior. "I could get us both suspended, or even worse get us kicked out of the military! Am I really the only one who's thinking?" He seethes.

"Oh well!" You feign amusement. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you cared enough when were fucking each other in my room..." Ghost's body freezes for a brief second before he keeps walking. "If you're bloody scared of letting me in you should've just said it. No need to fucking hurt me like I'm nothing."

"The fuck did you just say? Have you not heard a word I just told you?!" His accent becoming more prominent every time he speaks. "I'm trying to protect you, I don't bloody care what happens to me."

Ghost doesn't notice it, too enraged, looking down at you as he walks closer. But you do.

You see the reflection, a small glimpse of the scope. The sun shining down on the sniper's rifle. Everything moves in slow motion, you scream... or at least you try to, pushing Ghost with all the strength you have. He stumbles a few steps to the side, the pure shock in your face as you realize what's about to happen. A bird chirping in the distance, and what sounds like a cascade near, a river flowing before it hits you. Right on your left shoulder, a shot that was aimed at his heart.

Ghost's heart.

And you take it instead. It pierces through flesh and bones, hurting like million of bullets. Your sight goes black as you start falling, body helplessly hitting the muddy terrain. Shots are fired, a loud shriek and a deep voice echoing but it's so far away. It's getting harder to regain consciousness.

"Why the bloody hell did you do that!?" Fear glowed in his eyes. Ghost's big gloved hand pressing down the wound on your shoulder, the fabric quickly becomes stained with crimson red blood.

Your blood.

"S-Sir?" You choke up. Fighting to keep your eyes open.

Focus on him.

"I'm going to fucking have you on desk rotation for this." He grits his teeth. "Don't you do that ever again. Not for me. Never for someone like me." He leans closer, managing your body in his hands so he can take a better look. He breathes when he sees the exit wound.

"It's my duty..." you murmur, with half-lidded eyes. "To shield and protect my superiors..." you breathe out.

"Don't give me that shite." He scolds you. "I'm the one who's supposed to protect my team." Not just his team. The truth was that he wanted to protect you, he had to. "Now keep those pretty eyes on me, yeah? That's an order sergeant." He commands.

You laugh, with what low energy you have left.

"Sir? You and I both know I'm not good at following orders." He reaches his medical pouch, disinfecting and wrapping as many bandages as he can on your wound.

"Now's a good time you start listenin', kid." He picks you up with more gentleness that's he's ever experienced himself. Who would've thought that a man like him could care for someone else. He has the softest touch, you think. "Think you can hold on until we get there?" He asks, looking down to your face, body too small and light in his arms. If he could kiss you right now...

"Sure thing, Ghost." You murmur, wincing when he starts walking. "This is not what I had in mind when they said we were going to Spain. We could play that game now, right?

A soft chuckle rumbles deep in his chest, making your lips tilt up in a weak yet heartwarming smile.

"Fuckin' hell, love" he doesn't lose sight of your eyes. "I guess we can. As long as you keep talking to me. Don't you dare go somewhere I can't follow."

"Don't think you'll get rid of me that easily, Sir."

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mychoombatheroomba · 4 months

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Proper Introductions

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 2

You're feeling a lot of regret for your performance in the training yard yesterday. For lots of reasons.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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You had almost forgotten what it was to be a fuckup. You had never been a perfect soldier, by any means, but lately you had been feeling like a competent one again. STRATCOM was kicking the living shit out of you, but you had felt like you were finally cresting the mountain, getting it to a manageable level of daily pain.

Should have known better than to let yourself get too comfortable. Krauser always noticed when any of you got comfortable.

Your shame and the memory of steel against your side weighed on you the rest of the day, through the training and meals and even into your hour of personal time. An hour that you dedicated to running the drills that Krauser had taught you, trying to clear your head before lights out.

It only partially worked, and the night was too long and too short all at the same time. When you finally got to sleep, you dreamed of snow and blood, and when you woke the next morning, you felt brittle. Breakable. The dog tags around your neck felt heavy, and you fought the urge to take them off.

It pissed you off something fierce, so as the day’s training began, you pushed yourself hard, turning that shame into gasoline, letting it burn in your chest. Every shot you fired at the range, every extra millisecond it took to disassemble your weapon was another spark to the blaze. It burned and burned, until lunch time came, and you glimpsed another reason to regret your performance yesterday.

“Looks like Krauser kicked the shit out of Pretty Boy.” One of your fellows, Valeria, snickered. Her eyes were fixed across the tables, her voice loud enough to carry just as far. Those who cared for gossip looked at who she spoke of, and with the heaviness in your gut, you couldn’t help but join them.

He’d bruised. That ridiculous haircut of his fell on the wrong side of his face to hide the shiner that was forming across the rookie’s cheek, creeping up to just beneath his eye. Right where your fist had connected the day before. Seeing it made you feel, quite simply, like a piece of shit. It wasn’t the first time you’d given someone a mark in training. Wouldn’t be the last. Still, when he felt all those eyes on him and looked up, you couldn’t help but feel that you’d kicked a puppy. He couldn’t have been that much younger than you, but there was just something about those ocean eyes that deepened the pit of regret in your stomach. That only got worse when your own eyes met his. You thought he’d look away quickly.

Instead, you found yourself surprised as the bruised cadet held your gaze, just the way he had when his guard had been up yesterday, before you’d knocked him to the ground.

“Wasn’t the Major,” Alejandro, another of your peers, corrected Valeria. Then, you felt the energy around the tables shift and you took your eyes off the kid you’d injured and looked instead at the man speaking. “Way I heard it,” he gave you a wolf grin, lifting a cup of water towards you in a toast, “it was our Sergeant, over here.”

Murmurs swept around you, and you did your best to hide your grimace.

“Beating up babies now, huh?” Someone jabbed. You almost struck back. He put up more of a fight than you ever have was right at the tip of your tongue. A few years ago, you would have hurled the insult with abandon. Pull the pin and toss. Now . . . well, with the shit sleep you had and the general less-than-ideal way you felt, you just went back to eating your meal. If the scop they served could be called that.

The rest of the recruits had their fun - as much of it as could be had before they realized you weren’t giving them anything to work with. You, in the meantime, just sank back into your own spiral of thoughts.

You shouldn’t have hit him like that. Krauser was right, you shouldn’t have been tagged in the first place, but you didn’t make things better for yourself with a cheap shot.

You’d just felt that knife against you and . . . and then you’d fucked up. You’d brought your own shit into the fight, made it someone else’s problem. Let yourself get scared by a fucking practice knife. It was stupid.

It was stupid, and you wanted to put it behind you.

You finished your food quickly. Wasn’t anything to savor, anyway. Then, you stood, bringing your empty tray with you as you marched towards him. He was sitting by himself, and you were grateful that no one would be directly privy to this conversation. He had stopped looking at you, but your movement drew some quick glances from him. Even in those glimpses, he met you with a sharpness. That only grew as you approached, and more of his attention turned to you. Inquisitorial came to mind, one of those damn SAT words that you remembered, god knows why. He looked like he was trying to figure you out.

He had grit, you had to give him that.

Made you wonder what his life was like before this. Made you wonder about a lot of things. Mostly, though, you wondered-

“What’s your name?”

He looked surprised that you were asking. His expression said 'What the hell are you doing?'

You wanted to ask yourself the same thing.

Instead, you waited that second or two before he answered.

“Uh, Kennedy.”

“I know. Krauser said that yesterday. I meant your first name.”

Another pause, and you saw the gears turning in his head. “. . . Leon.”

You nodded. Pointed to his cheek. “Sorry about that, Leon. You got me. Shouldn’t have been such a dick about it.”

The recruit - Leon - blinked. His blue eyes moved away from you for a moment. Considering what to say. Then, he shook his head. “No, it’s . . .” if he said fine, you already knew that it would be a lie. He’d been pissed yesterday when you did it, and you couldn’t blame him. “It’s fine.”

There it was. Liar. A polite liar.

“No, it’s not. I was an asshole. Shouldn’t have happened.”

He looked at you, confused, and you understood it well enough. Then, that sharpness about him turned to something a little brighter. Cautiously optimistic. “You said it, not me.”

“I did.” Again, you nodded. There. Apology delivered, time for you to move on.

You made it a step before Leon spoke again. “Thank you. For the apology.”

Oh, he was not the sort of person you would expect to be here.

Everyone you had trained with so far had been hardened bastards, most of them old and grizzled vets or arrogant hotshots. They needed the best. People who were going to get the job done. They were here to do a job, same as you. You’d come to expect no great affection.

Even so, looking back at Leon, you found someone who looked genuinely, truly grateful. It took no special insight to imagine why. The training for the US Strategic Command was not and never would be the hardest thing you’d done in life, but it ground you down. It was a pressure cooker, and everyone felt it every second of every day. Krauser was a good teacher, but he was the sort who would push you to your breaking point. Beat you down so you never forgot when and how you showed a weakness. He had long warned that there would be no mercy in the real world, so he trained you without it. So, you knew that when Leon looked at you like that, it was because any kindness shown here was a rarity.

“Don’t mention it,” you said back. Here, in the midst of training for the worst of scenarios, on this most shitty of days, it felt nice to be not only forgiven, but maybe even appreciated. That little feeling stopped you from leaving so quickly, and you stepped towards the recruit once more. “And also: smaller arm movements.”

“What?”

“In our fight,” you clarified, “that’s how I could tell where you were going to go. You were telegraphing everything.”

Leon almost smiled. It looked good on him. “Krauser told me the same thing yesterday. After.”

“Well, he’s right.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Good.”

The interaction was awkward, and you, for one, never wanted to do it again. Still, that was a better feeling to focus on than the crushing guilt you’d been stuck under all morning. You readily embraced it as you went into afternoon drills, glad you could at least make good on one of your mistakes.

As for the others . . . well, those were the ones you clung to as you and Valeria circled each other later, knives flashing in the midday sun.

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2aceofspades · 6 months

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Trick or treat! It's fanfic anon, here to drop off a treat for you! Rereading Wrong Fabricated Time Branch has me feeling things and I wrote this little magnetic duo thing-

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Cassandra didn't come back.

Between Casey Junior, the entire rest of the Resistance, and trying and failing to be there for his family, Leo barely had time for himself. Heh, what was a little less time for himself when there was the rest of the world to take care of?

So then, Leo found himself caring for a child that wasn't his; said child sleeping peacefully for the first time in days. That part was fine, not at all stressful. With that child loosely swaddled in his own scarf, he paced around the room as he briefly (and quietly) laid out the plans for the next resource raid. His energy waned, his vision blurring and his words turning into white noise. His steps grew more haggard, but standing or sitting still wouldn't feel right either.

Out of the corner of his eye, Leo noticed a familiarly large silhouette walk past the open door. No, not quite walking past; more like walking towards. He merely nodded to address the other presence, not quite recognising who was standing there until he dismissed the rest a few minutes later.

The moment the last member left the room, Leo identified the closest horizontal surface, set Casey Junior on a chair, and immediately collapsed onto the hard wooden table.

"Leo?"

Leo could only groan in response, recognition finally taking root in his mind. He turned his head away from the source of the sound, groaning. He just wanted his two minutes of table time before the next team went in.

"Leo. It's important, we need'a talk."

Despite the fatigue in his bones, Leo sat up (yes, on the table) to face the snapping turtle. Oof, the big guy was getting blurrier than he remembered, but he assumed he looked focused enough to "make eye contact".

"What is it? News on Cass? Missing resources? Someone lost their kid?"

"Not that."

"Then what?"

There was silence, and Raph's glare (Leo's assuming) was piercing enough. Be it a result of their odd ability to mind meld or something similar, Leo knew Raph wasn't here to talk about the Resistance.

The slider sighed, "Then it isn't important."

Leo couldn't quite see the expression on Raph's face change, but there was a shift in the tension of the room. "Leo. Everyone can see it. You need rest."

"Wha-hat?" Leo sounded way too surprised for it to be funny, but he had to make an attempt at levity, "You think I'm tired? Are you mistaking me for Donnie?"

Raph didn't even pause. "When was the last time you slept?"

"Uh-" He stifled the way his words began to slur.

"Or the last time you had more than five minutes for yourself?"

"Well-" He fought his faltering vision.

"Or the last time we talked about stuff that doesn't concern the Resistance?"

"Come on, that isn't fair!" He knew Raph was mad, but it wouldn't be the first time.

"Tell me."

The leader could nearly feel the glare on the other. He could only cross his arms, stopping himself from curling in on himself. Falling back into old habits wouldn't help anyone.

"Hey! I'm saving the world, right?" The slider tried to stop himself from sounding accusatory, but it came out targeted anyway, "Fixing my mistakes, making the right sacrifices, being a hero?"

"Listen to me-"

"We're doing better now than we were before; who cares if it takes a few all-nighters-"

"Leo-"

"I'm getting results!"

"Raph just wants his brother back!"

His vision blurred even more, cold streaks going down his face as the weight of those words sunk in. No, they didn't sink; Raph threw those words like bricks and Leo could only shatter like glass.

"You're the only one we barely see."

Leo let himself curl into a ball, holding his knees up to his plastron. He wanted to feel like a child again, but that wasn't what he deserved.

"Always busy talking to other members, never letting the rest of us help with Casey, always throwing yourself headfirst into danger when someone else was at risk," Raph muttered that last part, and Leo sunk his head into his shell, "You may be the leader, but Raph's still the oldest. I want to know what's going on with you."

It took a moment for Leo to construct a word, let alone the sentence. He made an attempt at speech, only for it to come out a defeated chirp.

Raph must've made a face, even if Leo could barely see it. He first heard the click of a door closing shut, then the softness of fabric against his wet eyes and cheeks. "Raph's sorry for yelling."

"Chhrrr..." (It was deserved.)

Raph didn't understand. Maybe much to Leo's benefit. "But please just listen to Raph for once... I won't leave you alone, none of us will. We're in this together, 'kay?"

"Erp..." (No promises.)

A pause.

"Can Raph hug you?" Leo paused, but nodded. He leaned forward and fell into a familiar embrace. Unconsciously, he found himself sinking into the warmth the other provided, melting like a cat in a container.

Strong, secure, safe, even when the apocalypse outside raged on. For once, he'll allow himself this one comfort.

GAH-

You...you can't do this to me okay???

THIS IS CANON NOW OKAY YEAH THIS HAPPENED-

I couldn't stop myself...

It...it was just too vivid in my mind 🥲

#ace answers #acey doodles #dude #when i tell you...i was in shock #😳#i love all of this so much you don't even know #gaaahh 😭😭#don't look at me i...i need a minute or two or three #:')

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slashthrashandcrash · 19 days

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Slightly on the same track as your baby!Legion and how Ghostface would likely not, uh..."perform" without some kind of protection, but what do you think he'd react like if he ever did have a kid?

No, but realistically? Not thrilled. Kid would be a walking sack of all kinds of traceable DNA evidence if it were to be born. He's not the kind of man that would be above inducing miscarriages and then stabbing you in the spine a week later after he's sure.

I think it really depends on the circumstances. Was this baby accidentally conceived while he was Ghostface, or was it under his Jed Olsen/any other alias? If it's the former, he'd probably have no idea he even has a kid after he dips out of town a little while later. If it's the latter, I feel like his partner would reach out to him, since they already assume he's such a sweet and caring guy who would want to be a part of their unexpected child's life! But he doesn't seem like the kind of killer to keep up a persona for 9+ months until the baby is born, so...back to the aforementioned homicide. Hell, he may already take the precaution that anyone he has a relationship/hook up with while under his alias dies shortly before he reveals himself and flees across state lines again, for the sole purpose of ensuring there's no little surprises coming out of witness interviews.

But let's say something happens -- he has his fun as Ghostface with someone, he doesn't realize the protection failed, he didn't kill them immediately afterwards because he was feeling a little too cocky and that sloppiness came back to bite him in the ass. Especially if that partner would be too ashamed to admit they slept with fucking Ghostface of all people, news probably wouldn't get back to him for months, maybe even years later, when he's drifting back again through the area and hears about a pretty face he once enjoyed toting along a kid who's age suspiciously coincides with his last visit...

Yeah, no, he's still not getting involved. Frankly, would you even want him to? Are you going to ask a serial killer to pay child support or take them to soccer practice or something? This isn't even touching on his own upbringing with his father, or his clear psycho- or sociopathic tendencies (which are hereditary) and lack of empathy, this is all the schematics of what would be in his best interest to not risk getting caught. He won't be active in the kid's life...that anyone will notice, at least. He will keep tabs on them frequently, just to see how they're coming along. Any interest in starting fires or killing small animals? Any suspicion about who their dad could be? Any names floating around that might connect him to the child through the investigative grapevine? Are they a good kid, or are they simple good at acting like one?

Of course, stalking your own kid and having trauma related to severe daddy issues, I don't think he's going to be able to help himself from getting just a little attached to them. He still has 0 parental inclination or a nurturing bone in his body, but he'd probably feel a bit of pride when his kid finally stands up to a playground bully and gives them a bloody nose, or seeing them pick up casual mannerisms he himself has that they never would have seen, or just the fact that he has to admit the kiddo is pretty adorable with little bits of his features he can pick out from their face.

I can also see him taking more notable interest in the kid if/when they start displaying the same destructive tendencies as him, more so when they're a teen. At that point, depending on how violent their habits have become, he may fully step in. Kid's going to get caught fucking around and end up in juvie at this rate, which means fingerprinting and records, which further means a police file on them is by proxy 50% of a file on Danny, and that won't fly. He needs to keep them on a tight leash for both of their benefits, pass the torch of the Ghostface name so that the legend will continue, teach them how to do it right if they're so insistent in following in their father's footsteps, test them.

If they accept and succeed, well, what a lovely future of homicidal bonding they can have to make up for lost time! If they reject him, if they think they can eventually turn on him, if he thinks they're going to be too much of a risk...sorry, but they've aged out of that cute little baby face that had made him hesitate before, now they're just useless teen he has little care for when he disposes of them once and for all. Shame.

#ask #anon #i loooooove making danny as legion's not-dad but i must insist he would not be a good father #like would not even try to act like one for public appearances

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im-am-not-a-weenie · 1 year

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Could you do some head cannons with Charles too? I love him sm but I never see much stuff about him. It’s okay if not!!! <3

Ofc I can I wanted to write for him at some point I hope this Alr and my writing fits him

(I made Dutch speak like foghorn leghorn…bc I could)

(But Rhys these are tough cowboys they don’t blush…..THEY WILL TODAY)

mostly Gender neutral reader but fem pronouns for Arthur

Not beta read

Arthur, John, Sean, Dutch, Charles

🍓The first “I Love You’s”

🍓Arthur Morgan

Technically he said the first “I love you.”

It was over the silliest thing too.

It was nearing nighttime and as the sunset you went out to find your cowboy.

And of course, Arthur was over by the horses.

Wanting to surprise him you walked slowly and careful signaling anyone who gave u questioning looks to be quiet.

You could hear Arthur talking to someone but you couldn’t quite make out who, but the closer you got you noticed that he wasn’t talking to a person, but the horses.

You stopped to take in the scene watching him brush one of the horses.

“That girl of ours is mighty fine don’t ya think” You waited a bit longer not wanting to interrupt the soft moment you had caught Arthur in as he spoke again, “I think I’m in love with her.”

Your eyes went wide, did you hear him right? He said love a smile appeared on your face.

“I think she loves you back” Arthur’s head snapped towards you and his face went red, part of the reason was being caught talking to the horses and the other half for you saying you loved him back.

One moment he’s by the horses he’s pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“I love you doll.” “I love you too Arthur….but your crushing me”

🍓John marston

Not really surprising but you said the first “I love you”

That’s just because John is a little oblivious. I took him months until he could finally get the hint that you were flirting with him and even then you still had to make the first move

You sitting by the fire, taking in the night sky when

“Mind if I join you” you looked over to see John walking towards the spot you claimed for the night

You shook your head and moved over and patted the spot by you “not at all”

He was probably about only a couple feet away and he still managed to catch his foot on a rock and came tumbling down. He fell with a “SHIT” and landed with and “oof”.

He landed right by you and you started to laugh “hey what’s so funny”

Still giggling you shook you head slowly and gave him a found look “oh John marston, I love you”

This caused him to smile “really?”

“Yeah, really” forgetting that he has on the ground you gestured to the spot beside you “you gonna stay on the ground for the rest of the night?”

With this he scrambled to the seat next to you, and pulling you into his lap

Resting his head on top of yours he sighed out “I love you too

🍓Sean MacGuire

You said it first

As we all know Sean’s love language is teasing, and that meant sometimes he’d accidentally hurt your feelings

And that’s exactly what he did

“Well fuck you too Sean” you said storming off. You know it was meant to be a joke, you and Sean poke fun at each other all the time but time he went a little too far

“Wait, love, I didn’t mean it” Sean was chasing after you “it was s’posed to be a joke

You turned around to face him with tears in your eyes “no Sean…just leave me alone for a while…please” that broke Sean’s heart he was supposed to make you laugh not make you cry

“Yeah okay” with that he watched you walk away hanging his head he walked the other way not wanting to upset you even farther

“What’s got you all upset?” “I’m not in the mood Arthur”

Arthur took a seat next to Sean “c’mon now kid something has to be bothering you.”

Sean sighed “I might’ve taken a joke too far”

Arthur shook his head “And did you use this joke on your one and only?” Sean nodded “And what exactly was this joke?”

Sean looked around and then whispered something into Arthur’s ear, the others eyes widened and he took is hat off and smacked Sean with it

“Dagnabbit MacGurie you better march oh over there and apologize before it’s too late” “but-“ “NOW”

Sean for up and quickly went to find you, he found you sitting by a tree with your head in you hands

Sean came over and sat by you “I’m…sorry love…I didn’t mean to take the joke that far”

You sniffled “yeah I know, it just hurt my feelings y’know”

“Come here “ you moved to lean on him

“I hate you.” “No you don’t.” “No I don’t.” “Ya love me really.” “Yeah I do .”

He held you closer “I love ya too”

🍓Dutch Van Der Linde

Dutch said it first, and of course, it was as dramatic as he is

You both are in his tent laying on his bed

“Y’know what my dear” he proclaimed randomly that night

This made you move to your side propping up your head up with your elbow “yes Dutch?” Not bothered by this because this is how he was

“I do believe I am in love with you”

This made you sit up completely “what?” Looking at him is disbelief “Dutch you can’t just say things like that”

“And why not?” He sat up too “I’m in love with you and I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do about it”

“You really mean that?” and Dutch took that as a challenge

“i do declare I'm in love with you" he said as he grabbed you're face and peppered it with kisses. "i will shout it on top of rooftops if that makes you believe me"

you giggled at this "you practically already are Dutch"

"i can be louder if you'd like" outside you hear the groans of the others in the camp and a collective of "no's"

you are both sent into a fit of laughter as you calm down you settle back onto the bed.

"i love you too Dutch"

Dutch laid down and pulled you closer.

🍓Charles smith

You said “I love you first”

Only because Charles wasn’t the best at talking about how he felt, so he would show you

His love language is gift giving, not all his gifts where big and extravagant, but they where mostly just things that reminded him of you

And I’m this instance it was a flower

You were waiting for Charles to get back from his lastest job. You haven’t seen him all day but your not extremely worried sometimes you two wouldn’t See each of days, but that’s how it goes when your in the great Van Der Linde Gang

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of horses riding into camp. And there he was

You ran up to him just as he was getting off his horse and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss

“Hey there lover boy” you said still hanging off of his shoulder “miss me”

He leaned down to capture your lip into another kiss and hummed into it “always” the two of you stood there like that for a minute. Not minding the rude look Micha was giving the both of you

“I brought you something back” this made you look up

“When do you not?” He shrugged his shoulders and turned back to dig through his saddle bag

“I hope it’s not to squished i tried to be careful” he handed you a light blue flower.

“Oh Charles” you couldn’t get over how sweet he was

“It made me think of you” he bashfully rubbed the back of his neck

“It’s beautiful I love it” looking back at Charles you added “I love you”

“I…I love you too” and with that you returned to the embrace you both started in, but this time you both held on a little tighter

Hey guys….it’s been awhile anyway I hope you liked it, it’s pretty obvious but it wasn’t beta read but I hope it’s not too hard to read I’ll probably go bad and edit it later if I feel like to, thanks to everyone still reading and liking my stuff it means a lot , love y’all 🍓

#red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #john marston x reader #john marston #sean macguire #sean macguire x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #dutch van der linde #charles smith #charles smith x reader #rdr2 headcanons

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morganalatina21 · 1 year

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Ten

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this one, I was trying to make it longer bc I intend to add a big time break next chapter and I needed everything to be in place, hope u enjoy it :)))

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

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Pain.

That's all she felt.

Everywhere. Every single inch of her body was hovering and turning in pain.

Excruciating and extended.

Her eyes were blurry and took a long time to focus, and even a longer to realize where she was. The basement of her house.

And that sad figure on the stairs certainly was Sirius Black.

Felt like her brain got flipped, like someone stole and juggled around with it just to return it shaky and scared. The last thing she remembered was Regulus, standing right where his brother is, pulling her closer and closer to the living world.

Fuck, she was back.

"Holy smokes." The man said, crawling closer and closer to her, wand in hand just in case. "Are you really...?"

She blinked her eyes at him, trying to move the lips but feeling the throat ache like she just swallowed a cup of sand and glass.

"That's insane!" He shouted, a small smile on his lips. "But that's like... the eighth most insane thing that I've seen this last weeks."

The jokes were made to stop the tears from falling even though she could notice how his eyes sparkled.

Y/n was alive once more, he hadn't disappointed James and Lily again.

"Hold still, I'll grab you a cup of water." He mumbled just above a breath, and stood up, running to the kitchen. "Here ya go, mini Evans."

Pushing the liquid down her throat, she felt it burning like firewhiskey. Merlin, that hurt.

"Where's.... Reggie?" She whispered, voice breaking and exploding into coughing just as she finished her sentence. "He was here."

"He went back to the house, couldn't bare to look at you any longer." He told, caressing her hair as it slowly gained a little more color. "I said I'd stay behind to take care of your body until he was ready to give you a funeral. I offered to clean the house but he declined."

Of course he would, she thought, Regulus hated when things weren't adjusted his way. When they started living together, he finally had some control of what his house could look like and he wasn't ready to give it up.

His speech.

How he felt for her, even almost made her not regret kissing him the last time they saw each other.

"Take me to him." She pleaded, feeling her bones ache and flesh twist inside her body. "I need Reggie."

"I know you two have this really complicated relationship and shit, but right now you need to rest." He mocked, shaking his head no, like an old father who knew his kid was in love.

"Padfoot." Y/n called sternly, dropping his act. "Do you know anything about resurrecting someone? No. And I don't have strength on my own. If he finds out I came back but re-died because you didn't apparate with me, he'll murder you."

Hell, she was right.

"We'll grab the potions needed and you'll take me to him." She instructed. "Right now, we're both serious."

He choked in a laugh, looking at her in shock that she'd make that joke right now.

But he had to admit, on his early years in Hogwarts he'd tell that joke and its variants all the time, so much the marauders and the girls would already anticipate them.

And for just a moment, Sirius saw James' eyes instead of hers.

Shrugging it off, he pulled her arm above his head and helped feet after feet going upstairs, wanting to get out of there but also not forcing her in case she wasn't strong enough.

But oh boy, she was.

"Take that drawer." Y/n instructed, nodding towards the same furniture she asked Remus a couple nights ago. "And those papers and books, you can put it here." She said, opening a small backpack that was hidden under the coffee table. "It's for emergencies." She whispered upon seeing his gaze.

"Alright, what else do we need?"

The girl didn't answer, holding herself on the back rest of the biggest chair in the living room, shaky fingers gripping into the wood like her life depended on it.

Instead, she opted to whistle a light melody, looking at the main door, open wide due to the Death Eaters' forced entrance.

Sirius was starting at her like she just punched him in the face, asking what was wrong with her.

But he was surprised when two possessors came barging in, following the sound that came out of her lips.

She opened up the backpack and held it with both hands, her back pressed firmly against the wall for security.

The possessor didn't even hesitate to enter it, making their figures smaller and smaller to fit the tiny hole.

"What the..."

The biggest was Regulus' possessor, the one she ran after for the entire city they lived in two and a half years ago.

It's eyes found her pupils, just like the day she won his confidence, after two weeks of fighting each other through the streets.

Suffice to say, Regulus was less than pleased to see that thing once she came home with it, it was much bigger than the ones lying in the basement and stared holes in his face, desesperately wanting to possess his body once again.

The smaller was Luna's possessor, it was way shorter and it's eyes weren't in the slightest scary. That girl wouldn't take long to surpass the layers of the death world, so there wasn't that much work to do.

Once both were nice and organized in the backpack with the other supplies, she handed it over to Sirius.

"Ouch!" He yelled, feeling his head hit the ground and hands twist as soon as she let go of the bag.

"Careful, it's heavy." Her hoarse voice announced, almost giggling.

"Oh is it? I didn't notice!" He responded, forcing himself up and throwing the heavy backpack over his shoulder. "Anything else m'lady?"

Her eyes darted around, staring at every corner of that house, knowing she'd miss it so badly.

"Regulus already took a lot of your things, before you ask." Sirius groaned. "Like the hairbrush, the necklace and the tiara. He said you'd probably want to be buried with them."

The tiara, part of the costume Remus and Sirius got her for Halloween, the one that James died next to.

The younger Black was right. She wanted to be buried with those her whole life, but now maybe she'd give Harry the hairbrush, he had so little from their parents.

"Then that's all." She nodded, the feeling of missing it already shaking her body.

She'd miss waking up to find Regulus in the kitchen, hair pulled back in a small bun with teapot and two teacups on his hands.

Would certainly miss how they'd always want to move the furniture around the room without magic, and always ended up on the floor exhausted.

How sometimes they would feed the possessors like they were dogs.

How Regulus would always say he wanted a cat, and she'd tell him it would leave fur all around the house and he'd go mental with the animal.

That's when she realized.

Sure the house was a big part of her.

But what she missed really was him.

That obnoxiously intelligent man, she loved to mess with. She loved to see him.

She loved him.

And after literally dying, she was ready to admit that. But not to him, never.

To herself.

She could now accept the fact that the long stares when she looked at him, how she fell asleep in his arms every night, led to her feeling that way.

And it was fine.

What was not fine however was the turning and circling in her stomach when they landed right in front of the Order's house.

Her vision was so blurry she could barely see the doorknob Sirius was turning and pushing their way inside.

The Black had to hold her weight by the elbows at the mere sensation she'd fall.

He tried his best not to announce to the painting of his mother that they were back, it would be a catastrophic disaster.

"Regulus is on his bedroom, last door to the left." He instructed, helping to stand on the stairs while turning around to meet his cousin Tonks.

Y/n walked like an animal, with hand and knees, groaning in pain as it felt burning every inch of her skin.

She struggled all the path to the door Sirius mentioned, hearing him downstairs answer the girl's questions to make sure he wasn't a Death Eater.

Without any forces to get up or reach for the doorknob, she just banned slightly on his door.

No response.

Once again, she knocks three times, leaving her hand to rest on the wood, hoping for him to open soon before she passed out, backpack aching on her shoulders.

With a smooth crack, a house elf stood in front of her, his eyes held even more than just disgust.

"Master Regulus don't want to be bothered." He announced, sounding more like a threat. "And he ordered me to petrificate anyone who's behind the door if they try again."

Scoffing, she held tight to the fabric of her pants to stop her fingers from shaking. "That's very you, Reggie."

Before Y/n even blinked, the door was swung open and her numb body fell to his feet.

"For the love of Merlin." The man muttered, kneeling in front of her and grabbing those shaky cheeks, staring intensely at her eyes. "Y/n?"

"I found you once, and then did it again." She concluded, a breaking smile appearing.

Exactly what she promised she'd do, and tears welled up on his eyes before pulling her in for a tight hug.

His hands wandered around, her hair, her cheeks, her arms, all the way down to her trembling knees.

"How?!? I- I saw..."

"I was in the first layer." The Potter answered, being pulled inside by the man.

"All this time?"

"Well, you waited for me all this time."

Regulus positioned her on the bed, placing two pillows behind her head to make it more comfortable and started opening the backpack, holding her hand the entire time.

The possessors jumped out of it, looking around the house and feeling excited with the air of trauma and pain all around, running in circles around his room.

"Kreacher, can you fetch something for them to eat?" He asked quickly, unscrewing the top of a bottle and lining it up on her lips.

"Fuck this tastes awful."

"I know. I've been there."

The girl lightly mocked his comment but smiled big after it.

Regulus was so focused on taking care of Y/n, turning potions down her throat as he saw her doing so many times before, he didn't even noticed Sirius figure peeking from the door, Remus right next to him.

Both men stared at their interactions, how the Black had a faint smile on his lips after so many nights of dark stares and sad tears.

Sirius tapped Lupin's shoulder, indicating their hands enlaced together with a smile so wide. The werewolf smiled too, seeing how Y/n looked at him adorably.

And they dared to deny they're in love! They thought, shaking heads together.

Stepping out, they closed the door to give them some privacy and some alone time, knowing damn well Harry would wake up in the morning and want to spend time with his sister.

Not to mention the insane amount of questions the others would have.

A few minutes later, he fed her the last potion needed for now, eyes and face with a lot more color and it didn't seem to hurt her to breath for so long.

"Kreacher, I want you to meet her properly." Regulus called, welcoming the elf closer to them. "This is Y/n Potter, she's Harry's twin. And the one that brought me back to life."

His eyes went big, taking over his entire scrunched up face and he bowed to her. "I am eternally grateful for bringing Master Regulus back."

"Well, he brought me back too, so I guess we're even now."

We are far from it, the Black thought but decided to stay shut about.

"You need to rest now." He informed, pulling her knees so she'd be fully laying down. "Hell no." Regulus ordered, standing up and letting go of her hands for just a bit, grabbing something on his drawers.

He came back in less than two seconds, grabbing her by the calf and shoving a sock on her foot, doing the exact same with the other one, mumbling curse words in french the entire time.

"Are your trying to convert me, Black?" She asked, a smug smile on her face when she looked at her feet now covered with wool socks in the Slytherin colors. "I see your second intentions."

"You just look pretty in green." He shrugged, trying not to make it obvious he wanted to see her with the colors of his house.

"Sure, of course I'll believe that, Slytherin Prince."

"Fine, if you don't want them..."

"No!" She fought, taking her feet away from his lap. "They're comfy." Regulus rolled his eyes. "Come on, we have to sleep. Wanna be the small spoon?" She suggested, smiling at him and already turning to be on her side.

"I have a better idea."

With a tight grip, he rolled her around to be chest up once again, spreading her legs a little in a motion that made her heart run circles inside her chest.

The Black made his way to be on top of her, between her legs, to which she squirmed a little bit, a chill spreading down her spine.

He lied all his weight on her, adjusting himself in a way his head would be placed on her chest, hearing the heartbeats.

"Relax, everything is fine now." Regulus said, noticing how quick paced they were. "I'll be here if you have any nightmares."

He nuzzle against her body, not moving his head once, wanting to make sure she was there.

Alive.

With the man she was in love with holding her tight, between her legs and head so close to her breasts, it was hard to relax. But she forced herself to, falling asleep like that, close to her loved one and the possessors guarding their sleep.

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"Y/n?"

She woke up, startled, breath hitching on her throat. Regulus was hovering over her.

"Which one was it?"

The Potter felt confused for just a moment, but noticed what he was talking about. She was squirming on her sleep and heartbeat so fast like a rat's heart.

He thought she was having a nightmare.

"Uh the- the one with Abby." She lied, breathing in and out. "But it's fine now, don't worry."

"Are you really?"

Opting for nodding instead of saying it, a bad sensation of thirst in her throat.

"I'm glad. Stay here, I'll bring you breakfast."

He quickly leaned in, leaving a gentle peck on her lips and getting up.

"Oh... oh, uh- oookay." She answered as he left the bedroom, leaving behind a very confused Y/n, with possessor who groaned something to her. "Oh shut it, you two." She grunted, trying to not make her smile so wide.

With two fingers, she pinched herself, making sure it wasn't a dream. But it happened the she was wide awake.

When he came back, a few minutes later, with her favorite breakfast in hands, she decided not to address it. He made it look so casual, as if they were doing this for years so she decided to leave it like that.

Sitting on the bed, back pushed to the headboard, she took in the breakfast, with Regulus lying his head on her thighs and staring at her the whole time.

"Are you sure you're fine?" She asked after swallowing the drink. "You haven't asked me anything yet."

"Because you won't know peace once those kids wake up." He replied, drawing shapes in the fabric of her pants. "Specially those two your brother calls best friends, I was one second away of cursing them."

"You be nice!" She averted, finger pointing at him. "You weren't any better, bombing me with questions every two minutes."

"That's totally different."

She laughed, taking the reforce potion with the rest of the meal.

They just kept in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence in the warmest way possible. Once again, just the two of them. How it has always been. How Regulus wanted it to be forever.

When the conversation outside started to get more and more crowded, the Black decided to call Harry.

Everyone noticed the sudden change of mood in the heir's movement, looking a lot more light and like a gentleman in the 1800s instead of a bloody vigilante assassin.

So for that, Harry was more than suspicious and refused to go upstairs.

"You're acting weird." The boy pointed. "And nothing changed, so I'm sorry if I don't trust you like she did."

"I'm sorry to break it to ya." The voice on the stairs said, attracting everyone attention. "But we've been kind of a package deal for the last years, so he's like this personalized keychange that comes with me, no refunds."

She was holding herself tightly to the handrail and using the biggest possessor as a support.

Regulus immediately held his hand out, being her new crutch despite rolling eyes at how she described him.

"A blood traitor! Regulus how could you?" The portrait of Walburga shouted, muffled because it was facing the wall but still making itself present. "Do you have any idea what we have done for you, just so you could come back and stab us with-"

They couldn't hear anything in a second, and all eyes turned to Sirius, but he was just as astonished.

"I didn't came back to hear mother scream at me again." The younger Black answered, making his brother's eyes sparkle looking at him.

"I'm so proud... Group hug?"

"Lay one finger on me and I'll snap all of your bones in half."

Y/n mouthed something like "He won't" without any sound, knowing Regulus enjoyed this powerful dark face he had.

"I'll take a family hug." She said, removing the hand from the possessor and reaching out for her brother, who immediately ran across the living room to get to her.

They embraced each other so hard the girl felt her bones aching, and held in a huff, just glad she was one again with her twin.

"I thought I lost you." Harry whispered, body shaking from falling tears.

"I never leave my family behind."

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go-river-flows · 1 year

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Sweet Visions of a flower

Summary: Syulang (OC) is an orphaned girl after the destruction of Hometree. She is constantly reminded of this by her amputated left leg though she no longer dreams of her deep trauma. She is betrayed by the very people she trusted, leaving her with nothing once again.

A/N: Im back from my break, and after deliberating for a while, I have finally finished Sweet Visions of a Flower. This has been a story I’ve struggled to write because there was so much to unpack. And initially, I wanted to write a sad ending but ended up writing a somewhat wholesome ending. I hated writing it, but I’m just glad this series has ended!

FINAL PART

Letting Quaritch take the lead, Ja explained how they waltzed back into Bridgehead and despite Adrmore’s harassment Quaritch just explained that they integrated with the Na’vi and were stripped of their gear so they couldn't communicate to her in Bridgehead. Ardmore was skeptical but let Quaritch continue. Whilst Adrmore dismissed all the recoms to have a private chat with Quaritch, they went ahead and started planting small bombs and their weaponry around Bridgehead, just in case they needed them.

Almost getting caught a few times but playing it cool, whenever someone stopped to question them. After completing their tasks, they finally gathered at the entrance, ready to blow the Bridgehead sky high. But what they forgot to account for was Fike and Brown’s intense loyalty to Quaritch when Ardmore finally caught onto what was happening. Aiming her gun towards their Colonel, Fike dove in front taking a bullet for his superior officer. Brown died trying to save Fike, as the Colonel was being dragged away by Zhang just as Bridgehead was exploding, taking a shard of metal through his chest whilst protecting Quaritch. Warren noticed Lyle wasn’t with the group when Bridgehead exploded, who ran through the maze of flames to find him, only to come across Quaritch managing to lead him out, but ran back into the burning mass to find Lyle, and that was the last they saw of him as the metal construction frames began falling. It was chaos. When he didn't come back out, they all knew he had perished. Hell, they though Lyle died in the fire too, that was until Prager decided to walk the perimeter yelling out his name, stumbling across me with Lyle.

Which leads us up to now. Ja just held me as we sat in silence. The recoms mourning their friends, comrades and brother in arms. I could tell Quaritch was taking it the hardest, he let his friends die. Lyle was still unconscious with a terrible injury, Prager trying his best to deal with it.

“We should go back to High Camp. Get Lyle the help he needs,” Quaritch finally said, standing up and calling for his ikran, Cupcake. The others sighed heavily doing the same. I did the same, calling for Azui. I contemplated telling Quaritch about Jake. About what he said, but I feared that he would react horribly. Best not add fuel to the fire. Turning to my palulukan, I just told her to follow after mounting my ikran, and we flew back to High Camp. I kept my eye on Quaritch, knowing that same grief and pain of losing people who you care about.

Entering the vertical entrance of High Camp, we were greeted by our clanspeople. Jake, Neytiri and the kids are nowhere in sight. Ja and I rushed to Prager’s side, helping to grab Lyle from upon his ikran. The two of us rushed toward the healing tent. Throwing the flap open, Ninat was there with Mo’at. Ja gently lay Lyle on a cot before Mo’at checked his gaping wound.

“This injury is too great. He has broken bones and requires surgery,” the tent flap was thrown open as Quaritch entered in a frenzy. It was hard to watch his face contort into stricken sorrow. I couldn't help but feel anguish for Quaritch. Ja must have noticed my shoulders fall, leading me out the tent and brushing tears from my cheek. Being back in High Camp reminded me of Jake and Neytiri. I felt angry, but also guilty for the way I spoke to them, seeing Lyle in his unconscious and vulnerable state in comparison to his stoic, yet somewhat endearing goofy side reminded me of Jake. I should apologise to them.

Hugging Ja in a bone-crushing embrace, I pulled away before going to search for the Olo’eyktan and Tsakarem. Heading toward the Sully tent, I pushed the flap open and peeked in. It was empty…I didn't know what to say. Speeding toward the second location, the science lab. I pulled open the door finding Norm and Max chatting to one another, having not seen me yet.

“Hi Norm. Where is Jake?” his expression morphed into shock.

“Syulang?! You're still here? I thought you went with Jake,” he said.

“Went with Jake where?” my brows furrowed in mass confusion.

“T–They left…They’re gone Syulang,” my jaw dropped. They did it after all. They've abandoned me.

“Oh…Thanks Norm,” I turned not saying anything else, leaving the lab. I felt cold. My nerves completely numb as my head went blank. I was right after all. I cried…no. Wept. Through tears, I stumbled back to the empty Sully kelku. The only things there were my belongings that had been untouched since the early morning.

I cried into my hands, curling my body into the woven floor. I didn't hear anyone enter, but I felt their warm hand on my back.

“W-What’s going on?” Quaritch’s deep voice stuttered, trying to piece together why the tent was empty besides a small pile of my things. I looked up at his searching face. “Where’s Sully?”

I sniffled, “They’re gone. They’ve left,” I wiped my eyes, “They've left me,” I choked between sobs.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, taking me into his arms, swaying me like a fussing child.

“That's not all…” I didn't want to hesitate any more, “...He wanted to kill you. He wanted to kill your warriors. He told me…he told me that the only thing stopping him was me. So he brought you into High Camp to keep an eye on you…He didn't trust you…He never trusted you…But I though he did. Then he said that he was going to leave the clan,” I confessed, “I confronted him and I asked…I asked him if I was the same…he didn't say ‘no’ and he didn't say ‘yes’ either. I wanted to tell you earlier, but…” Quaritch hushed me as I began to break down again. “I vouched for you. I was the only one who stood up for you…for the others.”

I looked at the na’vi next to me, his expression was hardened. Furious. His eyes met mine.

“Listen to me, that man is nothing but a liar. He’s betrayed me once before and it cost me my life. But hell would I let it happen to you. His daughter,” I have never heard Quaritch speak like that before, it was almost…soft.

“I'm not his daughter – I never have been. Just someone he had to keep an eye on,” I rectified, as if I had a moment of clarity as old memories surfaced, “I was only there to watch his children, to be their protector, babysitter, a provider, a warrior – all those things. But not his daughter,” remembering the little times he’d call me by that word, but never in front of others. Did he really mean it, or was it just pretend? I could feel his eyes on the profile of my face, observing my profile.

“If you were my daughter, I would be the proudest father on Pandora,” Quaritch clicked his tongue, “Okay. Guys, I know you’re listening.” There was a shuffling outside the tent, Ja, Mansk, Z-Dog, Lopez, Walker and Prager poked their heads into view. All with a look of disappointment. The lot of them filed into the tent one after another, no longer wearing their human clothes. Ja came to sit by my side, shooting Quaritch a look.

“With all due respect Colonel, please get your hand off my girl.” Quaritch retracted his hands, raising them in surrender, Ja pulled me into his lap wrapping his arms around my torso.

“What do I do now?” I just ask into the air. No one answers but looks at me, “what do we do now?” I ask looking at the other recoms. “There’s no more humans. You can do what you want now, you’re free.” Their ears perk up and their tails wag a little.

“Oh! I would love to explore more of Pandora!” Z-Dog exclaimed.

“I want to travel too!” Lopez piped up.

“I would like to settle down,” Mansk spoke up.

“Honestly, settling down sounds good,” Walker added.

“I want to learn more about healing!” Prager exclaimed. We all turned to look at Quaritch, whose ears perked a little.

“Uhh, I could train the warriors. But I wouldn’t mind travelling a bit, then maybe settle down somewhere,” Quaritch said. His answer was a bit unexpected, the other recoms looked a little surprised.

“What about you Ja? Syulang?” I looked at Ja for a moment before speaking, “I want to stay, someone has to lead the clan and protect it.”

“Then I’ll stay too. I want to be by your side,” Ja said. I couldn’t help but smile at his small acknowledgement.

What I didn’t know was that the role of Olo’eyktan was passed onto Tarsem, a young warrior who was born to lead. He was horrified to find that I was left behind by his former leader. Though he was happy to pass the role onto his former Olo’eyktan’s oldest adopted daughter. And so I became the first female leader of the clan and was officially courted by Ja. And much to Quaritch’s surprise I made him the teacher and leader of the warriors and those to come. In the end, I found a new family in the group of Recoms, former outcasts of the humans. Lyle, unfortunately had to have his leg amputated, but was fitted with a metal prosthetic leg much like mine and spent most of his time recovering.

You can say that the story ends happily, well almost…

Five years later…

I climbed onto my ikran, my little girl strapped to my front as Ja helped me on. Lyle did the same, checking his pack of belongings with some scientific equipment. Max finally showed up yawning at the early departure. Lyle reached down to grab him, Max sitting on the front of him.

“How long will it take to get there again?” Lyle asked once again.

“it’s the same answer Lyle, nine hours. Thirteen including breaks.

“Are you sure we should be flying for thirteen hours? You look like you're gonna pop before we get there,” referencing my pregnant belly.

“Oh you're soooo funny, Lyle,” Ja said sarcastically, climbing onto his own ikran, “That’s my wife you're talking to, and your Goddaughter or Godson in her belly.”

“Damn right! And I can’t wait to meet them by the way…” Lyle exclaimed excitedly.

“Let’s go! We have a long ride ahead!” I got tired of their bickering, making sure my daughter, just barely four years old, was comfortable, “Are you comfortable Lili?” She nodded whilst yawning. The sun had yet to rise as we left our Hometree. A while ago, whilst searching for a habitable giant tree for my clan to make into their home, Ja and I had to land due to a storm, finding the most perfect giant tree that was uninhabited. We spent the night there and let’s just say that was how our first child was conceived.

“Tell me again the reason why we have to fly nine…no thirteen hours to visit Awa’atlu again?” Lyle huffed.

“There was a message sent around Pandora to all human ally settlements. Ours just happen to be one. Max was the one to receive the message and as Olo’eyktan, I couldn’t just let him go to it alone.”

“That makes sense, but why is Lili coming? Surely she should stay home with her Aunty Walker.”

“She should see the other places on Pandora as well. Ya know? Might as well since she keeps hearing stories from Aunt Z and Uncle Lopez.”

“Ah, that's why she wanted to go. Plus! It’s my first time travelling to a sea clan. I heard from Z-Dog and Lopez that it’s a literal paradise!” I could hear Lyle’s grin.

We took off out of the jungle, heading toward the sea clans. Taking breaks every three to four hours to let out ikran rest. Arriving the the azure waters the very next day in the early afternoon. On our break just before arriving, Ja helped me dress in my Olo’eyktan cloak, a blue painted cape with yellow, green and red feathers. Taking our little girl to sit with him on the last leg of the ride as Max sat with me.

Flying toward the village, I flew around looking for a place to land our ikrans. Opting to land on a sand bank. I disconnected tsaheylu gliding down my ikrans wing, Max sliding down onto the white warm sand. A group of teal coloured Na’vi gathered as the clan’s leader approached, wearing a similar looking cape.

“Olo’eyktan Tonorwari, I see you,” I greeted him formally, plucking my fingers from my head as Max did the same. Ja and Lyle did the same out of respect, my little daughter copying her father as she was being carried in his arms.

“Olo’eyktan Syulang (daughter of mother and father (not Jake and Neytiri’s names)). It is a pleasure to finally meet you, I have heard the many stories of the legendary leader,” my ears perked up quizzically.

“Oh no, I am not legendary. I am merely a leader who takes care of her people,” I bow to him.

“And just as humble as they say,” he chuckled.

“They?”

“Why travellers of course, two jungle dwellers just as yourself,” Ugh, Z-Dog and Lopez, what did you tell them? Lyle and Ja’s ears perked, instantly knowing who it was. I just bow my head hiding a smile. Returning to face Tonowari, his mate Ronal appeared not too far, a darker blue figure approached with her. I squinted my eyes trying to put a finger on the familiarity. Neytiri. Her expression morphed into a shock as she walked closer with Ronal. Tonowari, noticing my gaze turned to see his wife, gesturing to introduce her. I greeted her much like I greeted Tonowari.

“Ronal. Tsahik of the Metkayina, I see you,” bowing as I pluck my fingers from my palm, Lyle and Ja did the same formally greeting her, Lili mirroring her father’s actions. Acknowledging the Tsahik, though I did not greet my former mother figure. The Tsahik greeted me back, before looking to my companions, her daze followed Lyle as her eyes fell to his false leg, then mine.

“So this is the infamous leader of the Omatikaya clan. I have heard stories about you. The first woman clan leader of the Omatikaya clan,” she stated, “Syulang, I see you.”

The darker blue woman stared wide-eyed. Three familiar faces popped up not too far away, their expressions were the same. All jaw slacked and wide-eyed.

“So, why is it that humans were called here?” I addressed Tonowari.

“Ah, straight to the point, I see,” Tonowari gestured for me to follow, I turned to face Max for him to follow along too.

“Lyle, the equipment?” Max called for him, as Lyle started to untie the ropes holding the equipment together. Ja let our daughter down from his arms and my little girl ran to my leg, holding my blue limb.

“Come my dear,” I picked her up into my arms as Max followed the tall teal blue Na’vi, passing by Neytiri without batting an eye. Ja helped Lyle with the equipment as I followed the leader and max to a large woven hut. There inside was already a group of humans that I’ve never seen before with leaders of other clans from other parts of Pandora. We greeted each other and Max introduced himself to the group of scientists and soldiers who turned their backs on the RDA. One was a former Colonel, who was located in the wetlands, another was a scientist from the cold ice plains. The others were notable members of scientists in different regions of water and desert plains. And there in the far corner, was the former leader of the Omatikaya clan. His head whipped up so quickly as an expression of recognition morphed into horror, recognising the human and Na’vi in front of him. My eyes turned cold when I saw him. Jake Sully. My pupils dilated into slits. My daughter noticed my cold expression and clung to my shoulders even more.

“Sa’nu,” she quietly said. I held my daughter closer to my body. Jake’s expression didn’t change as I sat down next to another leader. Soon Lyle and Ja entered the woven hut with the science equipment, setting it down on the side. When they looked up to see the other humans and clan leaders, they noticed Jake in the corner and old feelings returned. Their distaste for him returned as the memory of me telling them that they left the Omatikaya clan was burned into their memories. Lyle and Ja were by my side in an instant sitting next to me, their overprotective nature appeared as Lyle reached to take his goddaughter from my arms, as she snuggled into his arms. Tonowari watched in both curiosity and unknowing, unsure about the situation and the reactions of the two dark blue Na’vi staring daggers at the former Olo’eyktan.

“So why has this meeting been called?” One of the other leaders questioned. Tonowari cleared his throat before a human stood up.

“Hi, I’m Selsi Ku. I grew up here in Awa’atlu along with my older sister, about five years ago before the RDA finally left Pandora — after a major incident at one of the facilities. I was able to breach the firewall of the facility and hack into the database to get information. I found something….which needed confirmation from individuals such as yourselves….humans,” the woman explained, “unfortunately I needed access from someone much higher up in rank but was unsure about who currently resides Pandora with such rank, therefore, a signal was sent out to human outposts around Pandora. And why I needed medical equipment,” she gestured to the equipment we brought with us. “The Omatikaya clan was the closest with the most advanced medical equipment as well as expertise,” she gave a nod to Max.

“What is this regarding, exactly?” One of the scientists from the Ice plains asked.

“About humans being able to breathe Pandora air…. Without a mask,” there was a collective gasp.

“What? No, that’s impossible! Pandoran air is completely toxic to us humans…Is that even possible?”

“I believe so….But before I could find more information, I lost signal and connection. I went out to investigate the facility and found it completely destroyed, like a massive explosion destroyed it,” when Selsi said this, I whipped my head to look at Lyle and Ja who gave a sheepish look.

“That may have been us…” Lyle popped up.

“Was it on a coast, partially in a forest and partially on water….?” Ja asked. Selsi nodded with a confused look.

“Sorry about that…we didn’t know someone was hacking Bridgehead. We kind of…staged a coup,” Lyle chuckled nervously. Selsi’s expression changed to a new expression.

“Are you two avatars?” She questioned. Lyle and Ja looked at each other before raising their hands, showing their five fingers. My daughter looked at her father and godfather, mimicking their actions, raising her five finger hand.

“But…now we’re full Na’vis. Did our iknimaya and everything. We’re recognised as Na’vi now,” Ja confessed. I wasn’t looking at Jake until that moment, but I turned to face him and his expression was different, sad almost, disappointed. Tonowari nodded, like he was proudly approving. And with that Jake stood and left rather quickly. Lyle’s eyes followed the former Olo’eyktan, slightly peeved at Jake’s behaviour. I gently rested my hand on Lyle’s knee shooting a slight sympathetic look.

“Thankfully I was able to save most of the data on an external data port, most if not all the information was saved,” Doctor Ku held up her tablet screen showing the info and the scientists gathered. The clan leaders left the communal kelku as the scientists got straight to work.

Tonowari, guided the clan leaders to their temporary homes on a quiet part of the island. I walked with Ja as Lyle played with his goddaughter on the beach. Building what he called a “sand castle”, whatever that was. As my husband and I spent a few quiet moments together before four faces slid into view in the corner of my eye, I turned with a questioning look with an eyebrow raised. It was Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri and little Tuktirey, who was not so little any more. They didn't say anything as the four of them charged me tackling me to the sand clutching on as tightly as they could.

“Tsumuke! Sister!” they all yelled. They all looked at me with tears in their eyes, the emotional rollercoaster they must have felt for over five years must have broken them. I returned the hug, feeling nothing but a wave of suppressed emotions bubble to the surface. I let my tears out, happy to see them.

“Oh… My brothers. My sisters. I missed you so much….I'm so sorry….I'm so sorry….” I clutched onto them for dear life. Though my large belly was in the way. It must have been hard for them, being away for too long. “Oh, my little Tuk…all grown up…” I rubbed my thumb over her cheeks, before moving onto Kiri, Neteyam and Lo’ak.

“Mama…” My little daughter called out to me. The four kids turned to look at the little girl, their eyes wide in shock.

“That's my daughter, Lili,” I told the four of them.

“Daughter? I'm an Aunt?” Kiri asked, to which I smiled.

“I'm about to have another…” I rubbed my belly.

“But…Tsumuke, what are you doing here? And what's with the getup?” Neteyam questioned.

“Oh. I'm the Olo’eyktan of our clan…”

Their faces morphed into shock again before they bombarded me with questions, occasionally asking about the belly and my daughter. I chuckled at their antics.

“Mawey. Mawey….I’ll answer all your questions. Yes, she’s my daughter. Yes, I'm about to have another. No, Lyle is not the father, it’s Ja’s. Both of them are. Yes, I became Olo’eyktan. No, Ja is not the Tsahik…No, I didn't forget about any of you…and Quaritch is now teaching and general of the clan’s warriors…Is that all?”

“Can you forgive your old man?” Jake’s familiar figure walked onto the beach, he knelt down with his head down in shame. I looked up at Jake, his sudden appearance though not startling was a bit of a damper on the happy reunion. Ja who was next to me, put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, reminding me that he was there. I shuffled closer to Jake, kneeling in front of him.

“Yes,” Jake looked up at me with a sad expression, “You broke me, but yes. I forgive you. For what it's worth…I forgiven you a while ago…I came to terms with it when I became Olo’eyktan. I understand why you left, but it was stupid…Selfish even. The way we ended things wasn't what I hoped for…But you do have someone to apologise to.”

“Yes…anything to say sorry,” Jake said. I breathed out his name.

“Qu– Miles…Apologise to Miles…”

Jake was stunned, he knew that this would happen eventually but he was still shocked by the bluntness.

“Yes. I have to, don't I?”

I simply nodded my head.

“He followed through with his mission. He destroyed the RDA for the sake of the Na’vi…He betrayed his own people for the sake of our planet…Like you did all those years ago.”

“I understand.”

“But…For now,” I looked over to my daughter, gesturing for her to come over, “Meet your granddaughter,” Jake’s eyes flicked over to the approaching little girl, “This is Lili.”

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angrytreemarten · 7 months

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Welcome Home AU ideas

(I only have one so far)

The Greatest Showman AU

❗️Spoilers up ahead!❗️

Basic idea:

Eddie started out as a poor kid who sometimes worked for Frank’s family with his father and fell in love with Frank after seeing him during hIs lessons in etiquette. He fell in love with his curiosity and grumpy yet caring attitude. Frank fell for him because he could make him laugh and taught him things she never knew about. He managed to get the Frankly-Hallot’s blessing to marry Frank. In order to raise money to support his nobel born-and-raised husband and now two adopted daughters, he tries to create a museum of sorts but it ultimately flops. One of his daughters points out that nobody wants to look at a bunch of old paintings and dirty bones and so Eddie sets out to find the most bizarre persons he can to add to his new show. Along the way he meets Wally Carlyle-Darling, a young man who is very successful but also very sheltered and cautious. After Wally eventually becomes business partners with Eddie, he meets a set of siblings that are a part of Eddie’s circus. He falls in love with Y/N Wheeler at first sight but Y/N has her doubts. After all, he is a puppet and she is a human. But that cannot stop love.

Hopes for the characters:

I’m hoping for Barnaby to be Lord of Leeds.

And Julie is the Lettie Lutz (Bearded lady) I don’t care what yall say. She’d nail it. Julie is bearded lady and Sally is Charles Stratton (Short man/Tom thumb), because romantic besties and because yes. I don’t make the rules.

Howdy is W.D. Wheeler (One of the acrobat siblings. W.D. Is Anne’s, or in this case, Y/N’s brother) (Y/N was adopted like most humans were.)

Poppy is Queen Victoria. I just feel like this role would fit her so well.

I don’t care who Jenny Lind is played by. Just preferably not by someone likable. 😒 I have a bias against her. No offense to any Jenny lovers out there. It’s just my opinion.

Details I’m hoping for:

Subtlety hinted throughout the whole thing that Julie and Sally are somewhat romantically interested in each other.

Eddie and Frank’s kids are just alternate AUs of themselves but nobody notices until the end in which some random background character takes one look at Frank and Eddie and one look at the kids and is like “Since when were there two of each of you guys?”, but ironically because there literally *are* two versions of them.

In the big group hug at the bar after Eddie gets it through his thick skull that his friends aren’t just staying for the money but because they finally have a place they fit in, he gets comically squished and makes a squeaky toy noise.

Both Wally’s parents have the exact same hair as him. 😂

Howdy is an overprotective brother and doesn’t approve of Y/N and Wally but is a good big brother and lets them happen because he knows Wally wouldn’t hurt Y/N for anything.

Let me know if you have an idea for more!

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gentrychild · 2 years

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AU where someone notices Aizawa is avoiding dealing with his students issues

1 - Midnight is the one who notices it after she punishes Mineta for improper conduct with the girls in the class. Honestly, she had it in for him since the Sport Festival and what it did to Momo, because it wasn't only humiliating for her: it was humiliating on live television. She asks for Aizawa to back her up so they can end this kind of behavior for good. He promises to take care of it but the next day, same behavior, the same thing happens. Midnight asks Mineta if he didn't have a talk with Aizawa about this and Mineta reveals that while Aizawa did tell him to stop, nothing else was done. Midnight has a hour long conversation with Mineta about how this behavior is not okay, warns him that at the next accident, she is going to write something in his file, and sends him to the counselor so he can work on himself.

2 - She is pretty miffed that Aizawa did what she sees as the bare minimum to correct a problem that was affecting all the girls in his class and complains about it to Mic, asking him if he thinks she should have a conversation with him. Mic points out that she needs to check if what Mineta said is true but yes, she should talk to Aizawa. However, he reminds her that she has the most experience teaching out of the three of them while Aizawa is more used to expel his students so he might know how to solve conflicts without using the nuclear option and that Midnight should teach him and not accuse him.

3 - Midnight and Aizawa have a conversation. Aizawa is not happy that she is interfering in what's happening in his class but she is his friend (no matter what he tells himself), and wants what's best for his students and him, so he understands. He tells her he will make an effort but not to forget that they have different teaching methods. Midnight completely understands... right until she sees Bakugou almost taking Midoriya's off with an explosion. And no one seems to find that abnormal.

4 - At this point, Midnight is starting to get tired of the whole thing and investigates. Yes, Bakugou being violent with Midoriya is apparently usual. He looks very stunned when she gives him detention for it. Then, she learns about how Midoriya learned to stop breaking his bones thanks to a hero that took him on an internship while his homeroom teacher's help was just telling him to figure it out. She also keeps an eye on Todoroki, who was "Yep, I am going to risk frostbites so just I don't use half of my quirk" until the Sport Festival. She goes back to Aizawa and asks him to do something and to please, keep an eye on his students. He says yes. Again, nothing is done. She insists a little bit more. Aizawa, who is on three hours of sleep, gets slightly fed up with what he perceives as micromanaging, reminds her that he is those kids' homeroom teacher and that if she things he is doing a bad job, she is free to report him to Nedzu.

5 - Midnight reaches her breaking point at the final exam arc, when she sees Bakugou and Midoriya having to fight All Might for the canon reason. She marches into Nedzu's office and says she will refuse teaching in UA any longer if something isn't done and if anyone asks her why, be they teacher, parent or journalist, she will tell them that it's because she feels that UA isn't offering same learning conditions to the students. Nedzu, who knows that Midnight isn't the type to get angry for nothing, let alone angry at all, asks her what is happening. She tells him and demands a one week teaching course to all the teachers so they know how to do their freaking job. Nedzu accepts.

5.B - The class gets to fight robots and the quirk training week with the Wild Wild Pussycats doesn't happen and is turned into a retreat for teachers so they can learn stuff. All Might takes many stuff. The villains, who didn't get the memo about the change of plan, are very surprised when they find a bunch of pro heroes there, including the Symbol of Peace.

5.C - Aizawa learns to do better when it comes to teaching but he still has a lot to learn.

#Local writer once again promises they have nothing against Aizawa #5 headcanons game #closed ask game #barid

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leoslosttoolbelt · 11 months

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Some Leo Valdez rambling to start off the week

warning: I talk a lot about parent death, guilt, unhealthy coping mechanisms and self harm

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Thinking about Leo who doesn't have the best self care habits and isn't someone who put a lot of effort into his physical appearance. As long as he's hygienic and relatively okay looking he's fine - except for his exceptionally long hand-care routine that his mother taught him when he was still a kid.

His mother always said that his hands were the most important part of him because they help Leo create.

And destroy.

When his mother passed, Leo would carelessly let his hands heat up until they were painfully hot and ugly red. It's not like his hands would amount to any good after they led to the death of his own mother - forget taking car of them, Leo would be better off absolutely destroying them.

He puts his hand too close to a burning flame when he's in the streets - the sting makes him wince but he doesn't move. He takes to biting his fingernails till they're staring back at him - sensitive raw skin of his cuticles staring back at him. He picks at his cuticles until he bleeds and absolutely never moisturises.

Things change when he starts working on the Argo 2 - just a bit. He has a purpose now, and he knows the extent of his powers, the future of the world depends on his good he is with his hands, they can't be too burnt to be able to work on his ship.

But he still refuses to wear gloves, revelling in the sting that he gets when he cuts himself with a saw and carelessly hammering until his fingers are a sorry shade of purple. He welds with his hands and let's his fingers linger around the hot metal until he can't handle it anymore. He robotically scratches himself with a screwdriver as he works on blueprints - he barely even notices.

After the war - and when he comes back from the dead it gets worse. He doesn't even try to hide it, using his right hand to grab his left wrist and let it burn. He's basically a human lighter who escaped death twice - but his mother didn't.

Jason didn't.

When he finally gets the help he needs and starts to process his grief properly, he starts taking care of his hands properly. If not for himself, it's the least he can do to honour his mother. It takes a while but he stops burning himself - Nico's silent gift of black fireproof gloves help.

He grows out of his habit of biting his nails and when the urge to do something self destructive gets too much for him - he draws. He draws on his arms with washable marker and draws on his pants and draws on the margins of his blueprints - he creates.

Little by little, he starts taking care of his hands again - it becomes something he consciously does. He makes sure he's wearing protection when he's working on his projects and uses burn creams religiously. He paints Piper's nails different colours with his steady hands and uses the clear enamel coat on himself. He let's Nico borrow his scented moisturiser because his skin is terribly dry. He buys cuticle oil and a nail file for himself. He has a nightly routine that he does while he facetimes Frank and Hazel from his bunk.

He realises how important his hands are. His hands help create tools that keep the rest of the camp safe. His hands cup his boyfriend's face and holds his hand. His hands help Piper braid her hair and help Hazel practice her magic. His hands put flowers on Jason's grave and cleans up his mother's shrine every few months. His hands help him hold his cup of morning coffee and his hands help him hug all of his friends. His hands help him clap when he's happy and help him wipe his own tears when he's sad.

Leo's hands are in no way perfect, they're scarred and twitchy his pinky is a bit wonky from a broken bone that never healed properly.

But his hands are a part of him, and that's enough reason to appreciate them.

-fin-

i didn't know how to end this but this is your reminder that you don't need to be perfect to appreciate yourself, love you and have a good week!! If anyone needs me I will be thinking about Leo and his broken pinky (canon)

#pjo hoo toa #leo valdez #leo valdez headcanons

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frostythefrostedfox · 1 month

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First image drawn by: @kittydoremi

Second and third images drawn by: Mike/Bones

I don't think I ever introduced this scrunkly fella to this website, apart from my pfp, now y'all have the displeasure of see me ramble about this OC for an unnecesaryly long ammout of time.

This fella got two versions because I am that void of imagination, he exists as a Sonic OC and my personal OC, but today I will just ramble about his Sonic side of things

His name is Dereck, yes, with a C before the K, why? I don't really have an answer, it has always been his name, I probably had a reason for it when I made him back in 2006.

So his name, Dereck.

Last name, Frost.

Species, Fox

Born a couple years after his sister, his parents worked for G.U.N, his mom as a researcher, his dad as a mechanic.

Most of his childhood was spent on the GUN research camps set all around the southern islands, moving so much was not a problem for him, as usually the researchers would stay together as some sort of extended family, so whenever their job was done, most of them would transfer to the next assigment, like most kids raised in these camps, his formal education was very rough, often taking month long breaks and having to fulfill his assigments and classes remotely, but he learnt a whole lot of things that cannot be taught in a school, how to find his way using the stars, how to eat about everything and more importantly, how to truly appreciate his freedom, being critical and creative were far more important skills than remembering everything on a book.

By the age of 12 most kids move out of the camp and go back to their other parent or relatives, having had enough of being a jungle kid and all, but not him, he had gone to visit his father and sister in East City before, but he never really decided on staying with them, always coming back to his mom, his camp and his 'freedom'. Over time the fox grew more and more curious, who said that penguins are birds? Who decided that tomatoes were a fruit? Eventually these questions grew more and more abstract, and unable to find someone to answer them, he decided to find answers for himself. Why should anyone tell him what to do? Why does he has to obey a 'boss' or a 'teacher' if he doesnt wants to? If he wants something, why can't he just have it? That is how things worked in the jungle in the south islands, that is what he grew up in, and he decided nobody was going to change things.

He "moved" from his mom's tent by age 15, and by moving it means he would look for wood and build himself a treehouse in the vicinity of the camp, eventually after moving so much, he ended up with a whole system of treehouses to hide in or sleep in.

He loved nature and the jungle, and the staff at GUN quickly noticed that, with a few months worth of training in how to use a gun he was more than ready to fulfill a role as 'protector' of the researchers and scientists. Ammo was sparse and there was a couple month delay everytime they submited a requissition until supplies came. Over time he learned to pick his shots very carefully, accurate as he could be, specially when it came to hunting, as if he could predict where his targets were moving, and his resourcefulness was invaluable when it came to trading and maintaining good relationships and trading with the locals, who not always spoke the same language as the GUN operatives.

Eventually he had to go back to East City with his mom after she decided to retire, not wanting to stay behind and making her worry about him, instead he could take care of her his own way, right next to her.

His relationship with his sister was always on good terms, but given how distsnt it was, it wasnt until now that they could finally start bonding as siblings, given all his time away he rarely refers to his dad as that, instead using his first name, as that is usually what he saw in the call identifyer, and what people usually called him.

He and his sister were more than happy of continuing their parents' work with GUN when given the chance, and this time nothing would keep them apart, working as a team as much a they could.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #sonic the hedgehog oc #oc #oc art #sonic fan character

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realistically-shifting · 3 months

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Project: O.R.I.O.N

Named after the constellation of the Hunter, Orion started out as a super-soldier project that a couple of weapons manufacturers, a pharmaceutical company, and the American government got involved with (to name a few). It was supposed to bring about the next evolution in humanity, in the select few that could afford the final product OR in those that joined the program under a contract with the military. Unfortunately, during one of the rounds of testing, something went wrong with most of the test subjects and it escaped containment.

“Virus” isn’t a fully accurate way to describe what it is, as it’s a mix of that, a bioengineered pathogen, and genetic mutations, but that’s the term I’m using based on how it spreads. The “virus” acts like a typical zombie virus: It’s mainly transmitted through bodily fluids. Bites, scratches, contaminated food/water/etc. After infection, it initially took a few days for symptoms to show. Fever, veins visibly darkening, eyes clouding, increased aggression, etc. Like in Sweet Home, there are mental effects too, as infected victims eventually start experiencing delusions involving them happily living out a wish or positive memory.

After complete infection, it isn’t accurate to say that the infected are “alive”, but the virus continues to reanimate them. If left alone long enough, some of the infected evolve further and create zombies that are harder to kill.

Tanker zombies are bigger and tougher, their durability has increased but they’re slower than normal zombies up until they charge at something/someone.

Reaper zombies have skin that’s hardened around their arms, their nails and bones around that part have also hardened, creating something like claws.

Sprinters are just regular zombies slightly evolved

Banshee zombies are similar to Sprinters, but act more “cowardly” and are worse to deal with because they shriek and draw the attention of other infected.

On the flip side, immunity to this infection and evolution also exist.

Hana. 4.5 years old.

Hana, like several other kids, was born into the O.R.I.O.N program for the purpose of further testing (and a side project: seeing the longstanding effects of the program on a generation raised to be tools of the state). She’s undergone testing and genetic editing since before she was even conceived, and she was the only successful project.

The facility she was being raised in was overrun, failing after the apocalypse began, and I ended up finding her at around 3 years old with a bite mark and fever. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her, so I made her comfortable and tried to wait. I eventually noticed that she was getting better, not worse.

The bite mark healed into a scar relatively quickly and I started to take care of her, keeping what happened a secret.

I ended up gaining the immunity and evolution when Hana wound up biting me, breaking the skin in a panic. Like the other “virus”, she can spread immunity via bodily fluids. Unlike with the other, hers causes the veins in the area of infection to become lighter, but it doesn’t spread past the initial infection spot. Increased stamina, endurance, speed, healing, etc. all come after a fever, which breaks faster too. Each person has the typical evolved traits after gaining immunity, and each person also has a special trait. For Hana, her special trait is her superhuman healing factor.

Remus. 33-35 years old.

Remus comes from a long line of pagan Norsemen (accurately) rumored to be Vikings and pirates. Strength, martial arts, and academic intelligence are three things that his family holds in high regard. As such, Remus and his younger siblings, as well as his extended family members, are all college educated and trained combatants. Before the apocalypse, Remus was the head of his family due to the recent passing of his father. His family owned and lived on a couple of islands, they’d been on them for generations and exported a very rare mineral that only develops on their islands, which is how they’d been making money.

Like I said before, this is based on an old story, so there’s TONS of things I haven’t mentioned that I know. Like Remus’ brothers and his friends, how I know him, how Hana and I got on the island in the first place, etc.

Remus also shows up in most of my other scripts as my S/O, usually in the same way, tweaked for the reality I’m planning for.

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greentrickster · 1 year

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I admit. Part of me wonders if MK would somehow end up with Phoenix's Magatama before meeting with Macaque the second time and just being baffled when he suddenly sees all the Psych Locks.

O_O Anon, your mind!!! Just... MK with a magatama at any time in season two-!!! But gods, especially with Macaque. But like... say he gets it right before he learns to astral project and uses it to talk to Monkey King; Phoenix was playing with his magatama while having lunch at Pigsy's and accidentally left it on the counter, Pigsy recognizes it as that fidget toy the guy likes to mess with (Phoenix uses the magatama as a fidget toy, fight me, only not really I'm fragile, and also you can headcanon something else if you want), and MK gets roped into returning it. He starts to do so, Monkie Kid business comes up partway through, and sweet summer child MK forgets all about it until he astral projects to talk to Monkey King, whereupon he notices he has it in his pocket, gets it out while asking his teacher how vacation's going, and huh, weird, why did those locks show up? Ah, whatever, new lesson time, he'll return Phoenix's doodad later!!!

Except then the Lady Bone Demon happens and takes the wind out of MK's sails a good ol' chunk, but during the process he also gets his hand on the magatama at least once while she's spouting garbage and hey, more locks? WTF? Afterwards he decides to ask Tang about it, because that's what you do when you find confusing mystical relics and whatnot that need explaining! Tang identifies it as a magatama and reveals that, while inert stone on their own, gifted priests and priestesses can endow them with spiritual properties. Also, MK, return the Monkey King's lawyer's mystical artifact, dude, not cool.

So MK finally does, and Tang tags along, because they both assume Phoenix must have gotten the magatama from the Monkey King and are curious about both it and its properties. Phoenix is relieved to get his fidget toy/legal tool back, is annoyed that it took MK so long but also forgives him, because it's Phoenix and he's a nice guy (and has also done so much worse, don't eat evidence, kids). He also reveals that he didn't get the magatama from Monkey King at all - it was a gift from a priestess he's good friends with, and he received it years before he met Monkey King, and that it can be used to reveal lies.

"Okay, but what do the locks mean?"

"Oh, the psychelocks? The red ones show up when someone's actively telling you a lie, and the more locks there are, the more lies there are. Black locks indicate secrets someone's subconsciously keeping from themselves - nasty business, you didn't see any of those, did you?"

"No, but... wait," MK, the most precious boy, suddenly remembers the first psychelocks he saw, "If that's the case, why would Monkey King lie to me about having a good vacation if he's not?"

"A good what?!" good humour turns to indignation in a flash, "He told me he was away on business!!!"

"No, he's on vacation- unless that was the lie?"

So MK, Phoenix, and Tang are all now aware that Monkey King's lying about something, but no one's sure what it is and Phoenix does actually need his magatama for his job. Solution? They take a trip to see Maya to ask if she'll let MK borrow one.

As it turns out, Maya's not only happy to help, she knows who MK is! As a priestess who deals with ghosts (and probably demons and other spirits as well in this setting), she has an ear to the ground about the more mythical and supernatural goings-on of the city, so she's been following Monkie Kid exploits and hijinks for awhile (at least in regards to what's publicly available knowledge in these circles). MK receives his own magatama (yellow jade instead of green like Phoenix's), and gets told to just be careful about how often he uses it - magatamas don't tend to distinguish secrets being kept for good reasons versus ones being kept for malicious or bad reasons, they can only tell secrets are being kept. Also, if you use them too much too fast, the charge wears out and it takes awhile to build up again. But yeah, she's happy to help a nice kid who's helped the city so much!

(Also she and Phoenix would probably have some fantastic advice in regards to feeling like a fake or not good enough, but MK's not really talking about that so unfortunately they don't have a good reason to give it to him. >:'( )

Anyway! Fast foreward to Macaque showing up again, MK's played with his magatama a few times to figure out how it works and get the hang of it a little, but otherwise is mostly just keeping it in his pocket for now while he figures out what he wants to ask Monkey King. Only now now Macaque's in front of him, being all Macaque about stuff and starts telling the rest of his story, and MK just... sticks his hand in his pocket to try the magatama, because he's feeling scared and cornered and miserable and that is-

...wow that is a lot of psychelocks, like a lot a lot, like there's a couple dozen there at least and that's just the red ones, there's at least four black ones mixed in there and just... our number-one-focus-guy gets totally distracted from the crap Macaque's saying in pure shock at first, then cuts him off with a hesitant, "Uh... you got anything you want to talk about?"

"...what?"

"I just- that is a lot of lies, and it looks like you kinda have some major issues you may need to work through?" Puts up hands placatingly, accidentally pulling magatama out of his pocket as he does so and thus showing Macaque he has it.

Macaque: What's that- oh seriously!? Where'd you even get one of those?!

MK: A nice lady gave it to me for being a good helpful boy!

Macaque still gets in his head (because it's MK, and unfortunately he's still more loud than actually confident), but not quite as badly this time, and he's more questioning of how much of Macaque's story is true.

Personal opinion here: not much. Like... I'm sure that there are bits that are true, and that Macaque and Monkey King really did used to be friends in this universe, but as someone who's at least watched OSP's summarized Journey to the West series (the latest of which actually covers Macaque's section of the story), I think he's doing some inaccurate and slightly revisionist history. It's Macaque - he lies, he's prideful, and he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who willingly owns up to his mistakes, especially if he can blame things on others. I think his story of the Hero and the Warrior is how he wants to, and in some places partially believes, it went, because it absolves him of all responsibility in regards to what went down between him and Monkey King.

Honestly, can't blame him - if I had such good hearing that it made me nearly omniscient (at least in JttW), I'd be embarrassed and not want to talk about how I contributed to colossally screwing things up with my bestie either.

Wait, no, no, he's taking out his spite and bitterness on MK, who is a precious cinnamon roll who deserves only good things in life. Get wreck'd, Macaque, you're a cool, interesting character, but you deserve every bit of suffering that's heading your way as a result of all this!

Thanks for the ask!

#The Monkey King's Ace Lawyer AU #lego monkie kid #ace attorney #phoenix wright #lmk mk #lmk macaque #maya fey #ask #anon

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kattythingz · 1 year

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Apple of Your Eye

Summary: Adam has his eyes on a different Eve.

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It wasn’t particularly bizarre, at face value.

The first rose that Reki had received was thorny; it sat innocently amongst the rest of Oka’s fake plants that he tucked into the hanging flower planters for “good hospitality”. Reki thought it was unnecessary (their dope front door and display window more than made up for any hospitality a skater could wish for) but Oka was insistent. So, Reki was more than a little curious when the planters actually caught his eye for once one Tuesday afternoon.

He snatched it a little too eagerly, and, long story short—Reki’s thereon mystery fan never left him another thorny rose, taking care to de-thorn it for weeks to come.

That was, until yesterday.

Langa cried out a couple feet away, and Reki heaved another sigh.

“I told you, you’re lifting off too late!” Reki said. Langa rubbed his elbow wincingly—did he hit his funny bone? Oh, Reki felt that. “You need to maximize that momentum, not minimize it.”

“This ground is actively working against me,” Langa grumbled, returning to full stand, “so that’s kind of hard to do.”

“Is it?”

Langa glowered at him, and Reki chuckled.

“Kidding, kidding.” Reki waved an apologetic hand. “Obviously, the first time’s scary for everyone. But, if you’re serious about skateboarding, you just gotta learn to suck it up. You know?” He grinned. “It’s way more fun like that anyway.”

Langa’s eyes got that weird look in them again—something equally soft as it was sharp. “Yeah,” he said, a little dazed.

“Yeah, ‘yeah’!” Reki beamed. “Now show me how it’s done!”

Langa nodded in that quietly determined way of his and Reki left him to it as his own mind wandered again.

He’d looked it up after getting home last night—what a blue rose symbolized compared to a red one. But unlike the sweet and simple answer of red’s “passion”, blue was… harder to pinpoint. Some results said mystery or unrequited love, while others, fascination and even true love.

But that couldn’t be it, Reki snorted.

He was surprised this person kept up for this long anyway. It had been, what, two, three months since Reki started keeping a vase in his workshop? Dedication like that, it had to be someone from S that was interested in him. He didn’t think a regular person would find anything in him to be “fascinated” with.

“Ah, Reki!”

Reki jerked at the abrupt call, nearly falling off his perch on the half-pipe ledge.

Langa was beaming from behind the makeshift water bottle barrier. “I did it! I got over the bottles!”

“Y-Yeah!” Reki said, finally noticing the barrier was in one, uniform line. “You sure did! That was awesome!”

Langa didn’t take the praise like Reki expected. Instead, he frowned, deadpanning, “You didn’t see it, did you?”

“What? No, I—”

“You’ve got that look on your face again,” Langa interrupted him. “The one you make when you’re drawing.”

Despite the words, he didn’t sound the least bit upset.

Not for the first time, Reki wondered what planet this guy was from.

(No one was actually this chill about being totally ignored during their moment of triumph!)

“Okay, you caught me,” Reki sighed. “I was totally distracted. Sorry.” He smiled, then. “But I still think it was awesome! I don’t need to see it to know that.”

In the afternoon sun, Langa’s faint blush was downright precious. Reki stifled a giggle.

“If you must know, however,” he continued, sliding down the slope to stand on equal ground with Langa, “I was thinking we should get you some protection gloves.”

“Huh? Why?” Langa tilted his head.

“Well, because you work a lot with your hands, right?” Reki wiggled his fingers emphatically. “Those are like, the one exception you gotta make for not needing protective gear. Especially when you get to the crazier moves that need your hands to guide them!”

“Right,” Langa said. “But you don’t wear any either.”

“Pshhhh, that’s ‘cause I’m practically a pro! And I still wear them for S, you know.”

Langa dubiously eyed the Band-Aids littering Reki’s hand, mostly his fingers. “Uh-huh.”

Those cuts weren’t from skating, actually—but Reki hesitated to tell Langa that. Not even Oka knew about Reki’s mystery person (the benefits of having a manager that always came in late), and after unintentionally keeping it that way for about a month, Reki was loath to change that. Even with Langa.

It felt… nice. Knowing someone out there appreciated him this way. He’d like to savor that feeling for as long as he could.

Even if it did sting him twice now in a row in both shades of blue and red.

Reki scoffed. “Hey! Which one of us has been skating for longer, huh?” He crossed his arms. “I think I know what sort of advice I’m giving and taking here.”

“If you say so,” Langa said.

His expression was passive, but Reki recognized that humor in his eyes.

“I do,” Reki huffed.

“Mhmm.”

“Hey.”

Langa was definitely snorting when he passed Reki to try the bottles again, concern seemingly addressed. Reki let him go with only an eye-roll for that.