#again idk what should be tagged so i hope this covers it or let me know.

[justplainwhump]

Warrant

Thanks to everyone who stayed patient with me regarding Tyler's story. Here we are.

Tyler's facility is raided by the police.

[Masterpost]

Content (warnings): Implied noncon, facilty whump, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee covering for whumper (idk if thats a thing to tag but anyway), (sort of) parental caretaker.

Time passed differently within the white walls of WRU. It affected even the handlers, who had strict instructions to leave their watches in their lockers. If they had to check the time, they could use their work-equipped tablets outside the cells. If they needed to tell time in a session, they set vibration alerts in their smart bracelets or earpieces. And even for handlers, it was bad enough. Tyler Parker remembered countless moments of leaving the building after work, uniform switched for jeans and T-shirt, squinting his eyes overwhelmingly confused by the position of the sun.

He'd have thought, that experience would have helped him. Given him ways to measure the passage of time without outside cues. 

It didn't. 

In the beginning, he counted. Handlers. Beatings. Showers. Orgasms. 

The voice counting in his head wasn't his own. It was hers. 238's. She'd counted, too. Her unit had been him. He'd caught her doing it, her lips moving, when she was sleep-deprived and high on something. He'd punished her, for wanting to know something that wasn't hers to know. She should only know one thing, he'd said, and that was how to be good for her betters. 

She'd stopped counting, then. At least, he hadn't caught her again. 

He wondered, at what exact number that had been. What her count would be, by now. At what number it ceased to matter. 

Tyler stopped earlier than she had. But then again, maybe she'd stopped twice, too. Maybe she'd thought the same thoughts before the Drip. Maybe he would, too, after. He almost laughed hysterically, thinking about it. About going through all this, again. Just that the people torturing him would be strangers then, the very same people whom he knew now.

People like Jared Grimm, Head Handler of the facility, Tyler's supervisor. Had Tyler counted, he'd know if it was the second time, or the third, that it was Grimm's hand in his neck, pressing him onto the padded table. Maybe even the fourth. 

Grimm wasn't sadistic in his fucking. He was methodical, cold, detached. Working through a routine.

"Fucking. Idiot," Grimm breathed into his ears between thrusts. "It didn't. Have to be."

It did, Tyler thought, as a strained whimper escaped his lips. It did have to be. 

"Jared," someone said, far away. "There's a call from the reception, they need you."

The hand in his hair vanished. The weight on his back. The breath in his neck. The strain in his ass. 

Grimm didn't even slap his butt. He was just gone, leaving Tyler exposed and cold.

Not for long though. "Hey, pretty boy," Dinah Richardson purred. "You look so lonely."

Tyler closed his eyes.

Time passed.

-

Jared Grimm stared at his knuckles, stark white as he balled his fist on top of his desk. He willed himself to unclench his hand. He was head of this facility, he reminded himself. He had worked hard to get to this position. He was capable. He had it under control.

"Say that again," he asked into his phone.

"The police," the receptionist repeated flatly. "FBI. They're here with a warrant."

Jared exhaled sharply. "Let them in. I'll meet them in the hallway."

*

The officer in charge was a tall woman, around his age, late forties, he guessed. Long, brown hair that started graying at the temples, tied back in a pony tail. A vaguely familiar face. And a chilling stare that bore right into his eyes. 

"Mr Grimm," she said. "I hope you don't intend to stop me or my colleagues. We have a warrant. And anything you do to hinder me will only make your situation much worse."

Jared raised his hands in an inviting gesture. "No, of course. We fully support law enforcement." Financially, he thought grimly. Enough to avoid situations like this, he'd wagered. This woman didn't seem to have gotten the memo, though. He forced his lips to curl into a polite smile. "What can I do for you?"

"I am here to arrest Ms Carly Thompson and Mr Tyler Parker, both WRU employees."

Jared blinked.

Parker. Fuck. No. That couldn't be a coincidence. "I…" Jared's mouth felt dry. He forced himself to keep his gaze level, not to double check the state of his uniform pants. He hadn't even had the time to wash Parker off of him. "I… I'm sorry, I don't know everyone's schedules, I… I can confirm they both work here, but I'm actually not sure they're in today. It's pretty early, and-"

"I am sure." Her smile was icy. "Your receptionist has already told me that Ms Thompson checked in for duty this morning. As for Mr Parker, he seemingly didn't, but I… I actually do have a hunch we can find him here, Sir. And that you know exactly where he is." She folded her arms. "Get. Me. Tyler. Parker. As in, Tyler Parker himself, him able to recall his name, his mother, his past, and the crimes he committed." She lifted her chin. "Not trainee pet 002243."

Jared flinched violently. What the fuck. She couldn't know. Not what happened here, not even vaguely. But definitely not in detail. Not in this detail. 

The muscles in her jaw tensed at his reaction. She'd guessed. A shot in the dark. And his reaction had just confirmed it. Fuck. 

How could she have made such a precise guess, though? She knew his number. Nobody who wasn't in this building right now did. How-

"We are in possession of a video that has been filmed in this facility." Her voice was hard. "It shows Mr Parker and Ms Thompson drugging and torturing Ms Zsuzsanna - Suzy - Kowalski, threatening to make her into a pet. Ms Kowalski had been reported missing some days ago, then showed up in a hospital with no memory and serious brain damage. She isn't in a condition be interrogated. But we have proof, on this video, that all of this happened in here, in your facility, Mr Grimm."

It couldn't be. They had people for this, people that made sure WRU management knew before the authorities showed up in one of the facilities. And they would, he told himself. WRU could set this right. They always did. 

Only question was, who would the company let take the fall for it. And this cop? She'd just put his name on top of that list. 

Fuck.

This time, Jared controlled his face better. "I don't believe that's-"

"Mr Grimm," she cut him off. "Again. I do believe that. That video is… not shy on the details. And I would love to bring you and your entire fucking company down for it. I'm a very good investigator, you know."

Jared busied his fingers with straightening his jacket and tried a confident smile. It didn't work out the way he wanted. Still. There'd been something in her phrasing, something not entirely final. "I feel like you are going to present me with another option."

She raised an eyebrow. "Only if I get both suspects, in a state that allows them to be tried. And if you need to go make an immediate call to make sure Mr Parker is taken off from whichever drugs you use to mess people up, please, do so. Because I swear, if he doesn't remember his mother's face, it's not him going to jail, it's *you*, Grimm, personally. And I'm not going to stop at that. I might not be as good as you and your company are at destroying a life, but for you, I'll certainly do my fucking best."

"I…" Grimm stared at her. She was dead serious. "I… I think I didn't get your name, Officer-?"

"Ashley Browne." She smirked. "I didn't take my wife's name."

Her wife. That's how he knew her, how that face seemed familiar. There'd been a photo they'd taken from Parker's and the journalist's apartment, the two of them with his mother and another woman, who- Yeah. That tracked.

"Parker," he mumbled. "That would be your wife's name, wouldn't it?"

"Indeed it would," she confirmed. "So you better hand my stepson over right now, or I will make sure we turn around every last brick in this building and see what else we find."

"Oh no. No no." He shook his head. "You don't have the authority to do that."

"You want to bet on it?" She lifted her chin and raised the paper in her hand. "While we're here, with this warrant, my guys will listen to me, not you. And I'll have them turn on their body cams. Let's see how much we can find - how much we can film - until your bosses call my bosses and my bosses call me; such a hassle, only with the same old result that you need fall guys and Carly Thompson and Tyler Parker must be it. The more we see, though, the more names add to the list. Higher up the ranks."

"I-" Jared's mind raced. It couldn't possibly be. Carly would keep her mouth shut, with the right payment, just sit her time, be released, take the money and burn through it in some seedy beach hotel at the other end of the world. Parker however. The stupid asshole was a fucking liability. The attack on Alex. The pet lib journalist. That video appearing from nowhere. They should've put him on the Drip right when they'd brought him in. They should've shipped him out to another facility. They should've - 

They shouldn't have played this lightly. But they had. 

And now, the police officer in front of him nodded at her uniformed colleagues, lifted her hand in a sweeping gesture. "Search every room, every cell, every office. Turn on your cams, get a good look on every face you can find, trainee, employee, service worker, every single face, until we've found our guys. Clear?"

Jared had no choice. That woman was a fucking nuisance, but he couldn't take any other risk.

"Wait," Jared called. "I… I think I know where to find them. I'll make a call."

Browne stepped back and lifted her hands. "Good. Lead the way."

-

It was even worse than she'd expected. And Ashley had seen the videos. She had expected bad. 

The boy - even at 24, even a head taller than herself and twice her weight, she'd never brought herself to seeing him as a grown man - was curled up on the oddly colorful tiles of a shower room. He was naked, his light skin mottled with bruises of various colors and shapes. Some from weapons, bats or batons, she figured. Most from hands. 

She had to force herself to stand still. Not to fall to her own knees besides him, to run a hand through his wet blond strands, to hug him and shield him. Not to draw her gun and empty it into the smirking handlers around them.

"Our handlers sometimes get handsy with each other, after a stressful shift," Chief Handler Grimm said from behind her. His voice had a nervous pitch to it, but still, she swore she could hear a kind of glee in it. The knowledge, that this blatant lie, like so many others, would stay unchallenged. "We condemn any sexual relations at the workplace, but- I guess you know how it is."

"You don't get to assume what I know, Mr Grimm," she said flatly. "I'm a cop. What I know is what sexual assault looks like."

"It was consentual," another man said, and idly kicked a piece of soap over to Tyler. Ashley flinched, when it hit his side, the boy too weary to react. "Tell them, T. We had fun."

"It was consentual." Tyler's voice was all but a hoarse croak. Ashely's stomach turned. "It was."

"See?" Grimm said to her, and to him, "Clean yourself up, Parker, and get dressed."

Tyler struggled to push himself up to his knees, his hand shaking as he weakly reached out for the piece of soap.

It took Ashley a second to remember her duty. To remember that she was here to betray all her beliefs in law and order. Making a deal that was far from any justice. Saving her wife's boy. Who - given what Tara had told them - might as well have deserved all of this. But Ashley wouldn't be the judge of that.

She was here for Diane. She was here to get him out. Whatever the price.

"Tyler Parker," she said, a part of her wondering when she'd addressed him like that the last time. Tyler Frederick Parker, you call that cleaning up your room? It felt like yesterday. It felt like another lifetime. "Tyler. You are under arrest."

He sobbed.

Ashely told herself it was with relief.

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Along the way

Pt. 1

Fantasy!HXH AU

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A/N: wanted to have some fun with a fantasy version of Hunter x Hunter involving the main four and the reader :3 this is purely for fun and idk how often I’ll update it, depends on my mood. Also this will have some inspiration from Yona of the Dawn and Frieren!

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(Name) couldn’t remember the last time she had ever been hungry. Every day she woke up to breakfast in bed, and was quickly guided to the dining hall for lunch. Dinner was never late, considering she ate with her father, the King.

But right now, her stomach growled painfully as she was led by the hand by the only person that she had left from her life as a princess.

“Kurapika… I’m hungry.”

The blonde’s elf ears twitched, telling her that he definitely heard her. His grip tightening on her hand was enough for her to understand that he was upset he couldn’t do anything about it. “I know, princess.”

“I’m tired, too.”

He sighed softly, but didn’t slow down. “I’m well aware. We have to keep going, you’ll get a break when the sun rises. By then we should be far enough from the castle to avoid detection.”

She huffed, her eyelids dropping slightly as they continued to walk. “I just hope Papa will meet us soon… he’s always taking his time.”

Kurapika stayed silent at that, simply continuing to guide her through the dense forest. Instead of replying to her, his thumb rubbed the back of her hand gently, as if he was attempting some form of comfort.

He hadn’t been lying, the elf did not let her rest until the sun came out. Even then, she was upset to know they would be sleeping in a dark and smelly cave. “The scent will help mask ours, princess,” Kurapika said after she pouted at him.

“I’d rather be eaten by demons than smell like moldy cheese,” she mumbled as he prepared a spot for her to sleep on.

“Don’t pout, it’s unbecoming of a princess. You should rest while you can, we’ll be leaving at nightfall.”

He sat in the corner, a hand on his sword as she settled down on the makeshift bed of his tabard and moss. Kurapika covered her in his cloak once she was settled, his brown eyes soft with concern.

“You’re not going to sleep?”

(Name) looked up at him, her eyes half lidded as she fought her sleep. He managed a small smile, reaching out to gently pet her head. “Elves don’t need as much sleep as humans do. I’ll be fine, just go to bed.”

She didn’t argue, simply laying her head back down and drifting off to sleep. As she did, Kurapika’s smile faded, and a look of absolute fury crossed his face at the sight of his exhausted princess.

Just a few hours ago, she had been getting ready for bed, and he had been guarding her room. Everything was peaceful, as it always was.

“Kurapika, can you come sit with me until I fall asleep?” she asked, peeking her head out of the door. He smiled, sheathing his sword before slipping through the crack in her door.

“Yes, of course princess. You always have trouble sleeping on your own…” Kurapika said, sitting in a chair next to her bed after tucking her in. “Do you require anything else?”

She looked away shyly, offering her hand. “Can you hold my hand too?”

Without a word he took her hand in his, gently caressing the back of it with his thumb. (Name) smiled, her eyelids drooping. “Thank you…”

With that, she was fast asleep. Times like this almost made Kurapika forget about his troubled past. Getting to see his princess live a good and happy life was all he could want.

He had achieved his goals in avenging his clan, she was all he had now. And that’s why what happened just an hour later angered him so.

His kind, sensitive princess was woken with a start as the sounds of explosives shook the castle. Kurapika was quick to comfort her, holding the princess in his arms and lifting her up.

“W-what was that?”

Another explosion rocked the building, causing him to tighten his grip on her. “I’m not sure, but we need to go.”

He held onto her with one arm as he left her room, drawing his sword with the other. The feeling of her trembling hands gripping his shirt grounded the elf, and his ears twitched. There was the faint sound of someone screaming, and thundering footsteps.

“Shit…”

Kurapika never swore in front of (Name), trying his best to stay levelheaded in her presence, but the aura he was picking up was making him boil with rage.

“Demons.” he spat out, darting down a corridor and hiding in an empty room. He covered her mouth as the sound of skittering and footsteps echoed down the halls. The smell of sulfur and fire wafted through the crack in the door, making his sensitive princess gag.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but demons are supposed to be forbidden from entering the palace walls. And for this many to be here…”

Before she could even register it, Kurapika was carrying her out of the room and sprinting down the halls. She was still only half awake, glancing around to try and get her bearings.

That was a mistake.

As they passed by the throne room, (Name) watched as her father was cornered by a pack of demons. They were tall and intimidating, wearing black cloaks to hide their appearances.

“Where is the girl? The one you have passed your knowledge to?”

Kurapika flattened against the wall, shielding her with his body. He felt like if he moved in that moment, the monsters inside would sense their presence.

“I didn’t… pass it on yet. She hasn’t yet reached her 20th birthday..!”

‘He’s talking about the princess!’ Kurapika thought, his grip tightening on her. He held her close to him, urging her with his scarlet eyes to keep quiet as a mouse.

“Could be all lies. Tell the lower rank soldiers to search for her. She’ll most likely be alone or guarded by a human knight, which is no match for even the lowest ranked demon.”

The sound of flesh being sliced made Kurapika wince, and he covered (Name)’s ears just in time. Kurapika used the noises of her father’s final cries to hurry her out of the castle and into the surrounding woods.

“W-what about papa?” she asked, frantically looking around. “H-he was in the thrown room, w-“

Kurapika covered her mouth and raised his hand, castings a quick spell to hide their presence before a pack of demons came bounding down the forest path. He did his best to comfort her, shielding her eyes so she couldn’t see that the awful things sniffing around for them.

The lower ranked soldiers were barely sentient, more like mindless hellhounds than actually people. Their gray, decaying flesh rotted off of their bodies as they sniffed the ground. Thankfully, the spell Kurapika cast hid both their appearance and scent.

One of the beasts stopped near the two, its ears pricked up as it listened closely. Kurapika held his breath, ready to draw his weapon at any moment…

But a bush a few yards away shook, causing the beats to start growling and barking, immediately running off to see what was there. Kurapika used this chance to get pick up (Name) and run.

That’s how they ended up in the cave. The smell of the musty air would mask their scents long enough for them both to get some rest.

Kurapika watched the sleeping princess, sighing softly as he caressed her cheek. She was such a sweet, innocent girl. She didn’t deserve to be hunted down like a dog.

Despite Kurapika’s hatred for humankind for their slaughter of his kin, he held (Name) in high regards. The only reason he drew breath was because of her kindness, so he had dedicated the rest of his long life to protecting that kindness.

So the fact someone had taken her throne when she was so close to becoming queen angered him beyond belief. Kurapika had seen the way she cared for her subjects, and the demons taking over would only mean the suffering of all the humans living in her kingdom. It would break her heart, being helpless to do anything.

But Kurapika would let endless men and women die if it meant keeping her safe. He already had plans to take her somewhere remote where she could live out her life in peace and safety.

Though, it seemed she had a different idea.

When (Name) woke up, she ate the pheasant he hunted while looking at the cave wall in though. “Those demons… they took over the palace.”

Kurapika nodded, washing her nightgown as she sat, covered by his cloak. “Yes, princess. It is much too dangerous for us to try and go b-“

“Just the two of us? Yes, it would be too dangerous. But…”

She picked up a stick and started drawing in the dirt. “You said the nearest town is only a few miles away by foot, right? Well, maybe we can find a guild and hire a party to slay the demons!”

“With what money, princess? And the demons will be searching for you in every town near the castle. It will be dangerous to-“

“That’s why I’m gonna wear a disguise!”

She stood, walking over to some moss. “I’ll make a beard and-“

“My princess…” Kurapika interrupted. “I could just use a spell to change your appearance.”

“Oh.”

She blushed, sitting back down. “We’ll do that then.”

“…”

Kurapika didn’t exactly love the idea, so he spoke up again. “But we still don’t have the money for such a thing. Hiring a party is already costs a hefty sum, and the type of people we’ll need to drive out demons, especially the kind that have invaded the palace would be hard to find, let alone pay.”

He sighed, rubbing his temple. Kurapika loved her dearly, but his princess was extremely sheltered. She didn’t understand the concept of how much things cost. “Listen my princess, I can take you somewhere safe, where you can live a comfortable life. It might not be the luxurious life you’re used to, but you’ll still be happy.”

“B-but…”

Kurapika looked back to her, freezing when he saw tears trailing down her cheeks. “I don’t… want my people to suffer when I could be doing something… why do I get to be safe and happy while they’re under the reign of demons?”

She did have a point, and her kindness is what made Kurapika adore her in the first place. His elf ears twitched and he rubbed the back of his neck.

To be honest, Kurapika cared not for other humans… but he would to next to anything to make her happy.

“… alright.”

(Name) blinked, looking to him. “Really?”

“Yes… but promise me, if we can’t find a party that will take on our request within a month, you will give up on this.”

She squealed in delight, jumping into his arms. “I promise! Ahh, thank you Kurapika!”

The slightest shade of pink took over his cheeks, and he cleared his throat. “Princess, you still only have my cloak to keep you covered.”

She blinked, looking down at herself before jumping back and checking herself over to make sure she was still completely covered. “A-ah, sorry I forgot…”

‘She’s going to be the death of me…’ Kurapika thought, ringing out her night gown before setting it out to dry.

As he planned out what they would do, he could have sworn he heard something skittering from tree to tree outside… but when he looked, there was nothing…

But a pair of cat-like eyes were staring in at them, wondering when he should strike.

————————

Kurapika held her close to him as they walked towards town. Just an hour before, an entire pack of demon hounds passed by their hiding place.

Thankfully, he had placed a magical sensor about 100 feet away that alerted him just in time for him to pull (Name) into the depths of the cave. He covered her mouth, the potent smell of the cave hiding their scent.

The beasts passed by without any trouble, but Kurapika knew it was time to go. More competent soldiers would be there soon to check every nook and cranny of the forest for any signs of life, and Kurapika couldn’t hide her forever.

So they walked down the path, her hand in his. She was still tired, now wearing her freshly cleaned nightgown and his cloak. Her feet were still bare, so he would carry her until his arms ached. Kurapika couldn’t stand the way she winced when she stepped on a pointy rock or on poky leaves.

He wished he could do more, he more useful to her…

‘I’ll buy her a more suitable outfit once we get into town.’ he thought, patting his coin pouch with his free hand. ‘I doubt we’ll be able to find someone willing to take on the demons anyways, no need to save my coin when my princess is in need of new clothing.’

It wouldn’t be the soft silks and fancy patterns she was used to, but it would keep her warm and covered.

“My princess, we’re nearing town.”

She stopped, glancing back at him. Kurapika tied his cloak tighter around her, making sure her stained nightgown couldn’t be seen. “Try not to let your bare feet be noticed. Take small steps, and don’t take off your hood.”

“Anything else?” she asked sarcastically. Kurapika thought for a second, then looped her arm with his.

“Yes. Don’t leave my side, even for a second. I can’t guarantee that the town is safe. There could already be demons hiding amongst the citizens, wearing human disguises.”

She huffed, but listened. For the past 5 years, Kurapika had been her loyal knight, keeping her safe from all harm. (Name) trusted him more than she trusted herself, so of course she would do whatever he said.

“Come, we can only stay in town for so long. We don’t want to draw any attention to ourselves.”

He guided her into the small town, which looked more like a village the more Kurapika thought of it.

There were only a handful of shops that he could see, he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to find her clothes, much less a party that would be willing to take on demons.

He grimaced when a toddler ran by, wearing only wearing a cloth diaper as they were chased by what seemed to be an older sibling. Kurapika disliked humans, finding them to be filthy, nasty things.

“Aww… so cute!”

Kurapika glanced to see (Name) helping the little one up after they tripped, gently dabbing away at a little scrape in their knee with her handkerchief. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s only a little scrape.”

The older sibling blushed as (Name) smiled and helped their younger sibling stand. “Be careful, you’re a big brother, aren’t you? You need to keep better watch of your baby sister. And you…”

She gave the child a headpat. “You need to listen to your big brother. Don’t run away from him, what if a big scary monster snatched you up?”

The two thanked her before walking away hand in hand, waving. She waved back, and Kurapika was quick to grab her hand and pull her towards a quiet place. “Princess, didn’t I say we shouldn’t draw attention to ourselves!? You-“

She pouted at him. “Kurapika, it was just a child. I-“

“Well now those children have seen your face. It not only puts you in danger, but them as well.”

(Name) paused, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked down at the ground. Kurapika sighed, cursing himself for upsetting her.

“Just… try not to talk to anyone or show your face, alright? Come on, we have to hurry.”

She was now quiet as they walked through the small village, her hand in his. Though Kurapika knew her silence was better in the long run, he also felt an ache in his heart when she was quiet.

——————

(Name) sat in a small wooden chair inside a dusty clothing shop. Kurapika was speaking to the owner quietly, occasionally glancing back at her.

While they talked, (Name) took the time to look out the window and really take in the village while it was busy.

The unevenly paved road caused the rickety old carriages drawn by horses to wobble a bit, but the riders seemed used to it. Children ran down the road, spooking the horses a bit and getting yelled at by said riders until they scurried away.

Across from them was a bakery, where she could see a woman rolling out a ball of dough. On the counter were various baked good that reminded (Name) of just how hungry she was.

But… something seemed out of place. Every once in a while as she watched the villagers go about their daily lives, she swore she could see a blur of someone in the trees that surrounded the village. Occasionally, a pair of blue, glowing eyes peered through the leafy canopy, staring right at her.

“U-Um… Kurapika?”

He held up a hand and continued to speak with the shopkeep. ‘Is he… haggling him?’ (Name) sighed softly, turning back to the window.

The thing she saw made her blood ran cold.

On the edge of the tree line was a small figure, looking right at her. She couldn’t make out much besides a head of white hair and piercing blue eyes. (Name) got ready to tell Kurapika, but by the time she blinked… it was gone.

Kurapika approached her, a few items of clothing slung over his shoulder. “What did you need, my p- I mean, miss?”

She didn’t answer for a moment, continuing to stare out of the window. When she did finally speak, he could tell something was wrong. “… nothing. Just thought I saw something.”

The elf was intelligent, he knew that anything out of the ordinary could mean their enemies may be near. So he nodded and escorted her to the dressing room. “Get dressed, we’re leaving now.”

She did as told, glancing through the crack in the door as he kept watch. When she was around, Kurapika kept up a calm and confident facade… but when he thought she couldn’t see him, his face fell slightly with worry.

The princess didn’t truly know what demons were or the history they had with humans or elves, not many humans did. The stories had simply been lost to time, something only an elf who had lived many human lifetimes could remember.

Kurapika was terrified, knowing that these demons would stop at nothing to kill the last person that may know how to truly defeat them.

Demons were incredibly hard to kill, it was easier to just wound them and banish them with a teleportation spell back to hell… but there was one method that could permanently end a demon’s life.

But no, the princess wasn’t aware of how to do that. Why would she be, she was sheltered and had never even held a wand, much less casted a spell.

Instead, the king had passed on this information to Kurapika, not wanting his beloved daughter to be in danger. Kurapika didn’t want her at risk either, so he took on the heavy burden.

The spell called for various magical items to be gathered from across the continent and brought together. It would take ages, and with just the two of them, it wasn’t just dangerous, it was impossible.

Even more troubling, to preform the spell that would banish demons, the caster would have to be a person whose heart was pure and without hate. Kurapika held onto so much hatred and anger, he would never be able to perform such a thing.

‘But…’

Kurapika glanced at the princess as she stepped out of the dressing room, her smile as warm as the afternoon sun. She reached for his hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “It’ll be okay, we’ll get through this together.”

‘Maybe she, the only human I have ever cared for could do it.’

———————

From the branches of a tree, a figure watched as the two walked through the forest. One was some kind of an elf, which the spying figure had been told went extinct years ago.

The other was a young woman, her face hidden by an olive green cloak. She held onto the elf’s hand, and the figure could tell that if she wasn’t with him, the elf would be moving at a much faster pace.

‘Huh, just a single guard? You’d think that at least twenty knights would have escorted her out of the palace.’

The figure jumped silently to another tree once the two started to gain a bit too much distance from him for his liking.

‘She’s rather slow and weak, I can take her out easily. But the elf has been able to successfully evade our soldiers for nearly two days and nights now… oh well, I only need to kill the girl. No need to fight someone I’m not sure I could beat.’

The figure’s tail curled around the branch of the tree, keeping him upright as he leaned forward to get a better look at them.

But unfortunately, he misjudged the strength of the branch and was sent tumbling out of the tree, landing in a bush nearby.

‘SHIT!’

Kurapika pulled his sword out, stepping in front of (Name). “Who goes there? Come out and state your reasons for following us.”

‘Ah, so he knew I was following them.’

The white haired boy quickly hid his tail, retracted his claws, and ruffled his hair to hide his small horns. Once done, he carefully stepped out of the bushes, making sure to make himself look small and scared.

“Oh, it’s just a little boy.”

The boy waved timidly, trying to act like a lost child. “H-hello…”

(Name) peeked out from behind Kurapika, smiling. “Hello there, I-“

Kurapika stepped forward, his sword pointed at the boy’s throat. “I said state your reason for following us.”

(Name)’s eyes widen, and she reached out to gently move Kurapika’s arm so he was pointing his sword at the ground instead. “Kurapika, he’s just a little boy, there’s no need-“

“Just a little boy? My princess, if he was a normal little boy I would be able to hear his footsteps when he walked. This is no ordinary child, he’s trained in the ways of darkness and evil.”

The boy scoffed, crossing his arms. “Huh, you’re good. Wasn’t expecting that. I’ve never had someone realize they couldn’t hear my footsteps before.”

In the blink of an eye, the boy’s claws were sharpened into points, his sharp teeth glistening in the low light. Kurapika’s eyes widened, and he started getting ready to create a barrier around the princess if need be.

“You seem like a smart man. Hand over the girl, and I’ll let you free. You’re an elf, I hear that race and humans have a pretty bad history. Let me guess, you were forced into serving her or execution. Well it’s your lucky day, I’m here to take her out. Then, you’ll be a free elf and-“

The boy’s eyes narrowed as Kurapika’s sword began to glow a deep scarlet, his eyes shining the same color. “You understand nothing, demon. My people hated your kind much more than we hated humans, and this girl means everything to me. I would die before I handed her over to the likes of you.”

‘That sword… I heard stories of elves that could banish demons but…’

“K-Kurapika, wait!”

But it was no use, the two had begun their battle. (Name) was pushed back unceremoniously, falling onto her but a few feet away from the two.

The boy brandished his claws, leaping from the ground and slashing at Kurapika’s throat. He was able to block the attack with his sword just before the boy’s nails sunk into his skin.

Kurapika took advantage of the boy being so close, and used a teleporting spell, sending them 30 yards away. “Hide yourself, (Name)! This boy is an assassin, he’ll take any opportunity to come your way and kill you!”

She gulped, crawling through the gaps of large tree roots and hiding herself under a tree. (Name) couldn’t see what was going on now, but she could hear the sounds of Kurapika swinging his blade and grunting.

It took her back to the days when she would watch him train between lessons. He always took time to send her a soft smile, even walking her to her next destination despite being exhausted and sweaty.

One day, another knight was sparring with him, and when Kurapika got hurt, she started to cry. She rushed over, clingy to him and sobbing as she rubbed her face against his chest.

“Y-you got hurt! You’re bleeding, someone call the-“

Kurapika gently ran his hand over her hair, smiling. “Shh, princess, I’m fine. This is nothing.”

“But…”

His eyes softened as he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Any injury I get while protecting you is just proof of my unconditional devotion. You are my everything, princess. I will shield you with my very body if it means keeping you safe.”

And as she heard the fight get more and more intense, she felt an uneasy feeling settle in her belly.

‘I don’t want Kurapika to die.’

That’s the very thought she had that day, watching as he was bandaged up by a palace doctor. So behind his back, she had begun to learn basic magic, wanting to be somewhat to him in the future.

Although she had never been able to actually cast a spell due to how she was watched like a hawk, she still managed to sneak some of Kurapika’s books into her room to study while he was busy.

When she heard Kurapika gasp in pain, (Name)’s mind raced with what to do. He told her to hide, and Kurapika was usually right, but she would rather die than let him die for her.

So (Name) crawled out of her hiding space, sniffling softly as she began to run towards the two.

The boy had him pinned to the ground, his nails at Kurapika’s throat. The sight was enough to freeze her in her tracks, her heart thumping wildly against her chest.

“L-let him go!”

Despite her legs shaking, and her lip wobbling, she was still able to yell out to the boy. “It’s me you want, don’t hurt him!”

Kurapika turned his head, his nose bleeding. “Princess, what do you think you’re doing, he’s going to-“

The boy let Kurapika go, walking towards her slowly. “Sacrificing yourself to save a measly knight? You’re braver than I thought, princess. I’ll spare the elf, as long as you go down without a fight.”

“Yes… but please, before you kill me, let me know your name.”

Seeing no point in hiding his identity now that his prey was right in front of him, the boy relented. “If that’s your final wish… my name is Killua. Killua of the Zoldyck Royal Family, one of the seven princes of hell.”

“I see… Killua, then. I need you to get down.”

This made the boy pause. Although her body shook and her lip wobbled, her eyes were far from scared. They were determined, steady as they focused on him.

Before he could retreat, a ring formed around the boys wrists, causing him to be pinned to the ground. He yelped, struggling frantically against the glowing rings, but they stayed firm on his wrists.

“W-what the hell did you just do to me!?”

(Name) smiled, her knees giving way as she fell to the ground. She held held up her own wrist, a small ring of light was there, the same as the boy’s.

“I cast a spell to have complete control over your actions. It only works on… demons… and… if I have your name…”

Killua growled, baring his teeth and struggling against his bounds with no luck. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t even lift his head. “You witch! Let me go right now, before I-“

(Name) laughs, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Before you what? Squirm some more? Kick up some dirt? Face it kid, you’re not doing anything until I give you an order.”

He continued to growl and snap his teeth at her, trying to attack, to do anything. As Killua struggled, Kurapika made his way back over, holding his injured arm.

‘That spell… it’s too high level, even for me. How was she able to-‘

He barely caught (Name) in time as she fell forward. Her mana was next to non existent at the moment, leaving her exhausted and barely conscious.

“My princess…”

He cursed himself for not being able to stop her from using such a spell. If he had been a bit stronger, the boy would be dead, and he would be carrying her to bed at this very moment.

But now, he had to deal with the demon growling and snarling at their feet.

“I hope you’ve prepared yourself for death, demon. I can’t have you going back to your horde and informing them of our location.”

Killua let out a laugh, looking up at him. “As if either of you could kill me. Sure, try it out. Injure me, teleport me away to the far ends of the earth, I’ll just keep coming back, and with reinforcements next time.”

“He has a point…”

Kurapika helped (Name) sit up, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as her head leaned on his chest. She was so weak, she was shaking.

“Princess, you should rest.”

She shook her head, raising her hand. “Stand, Killua.”

The boy immediately sprung up from the ground, standing stiffly in front of them. “(Name)… is the spell still intact?”

She nodded, leaving Kurapika in awe. A spell like that cast by an amateur like her should have fell apart within seconds!

“So we can’t just let him go and I don’t want to kill him…”

“We couldn’t kill him even if we tried, princess.”

She pouted slightly, staring at the boy whose cheek were red with humiliation. He was at the beck and call of a human, he’d be teased by his brothers for weeks!

“… I think I have a solution! Killua, stay still.”

The boy scolded himself for being so cocky. ‘I knew names held power, and yet I freely gave her mine…’

He clenched his fists, growling lowly. ‘As soon as I’m free, I’ll kill that princess, if it’s the last thing I do!’

Killua stiffened up even more if possible as Kurapika and (Name) stepped a few feet away to talk.

The elf grimaced as (Name) seemed to be proposing an idea, disagreeing with her immediately. She then put her hands on her hips… which caused Kurapika to relent.

“Alright, I’ll let you handle this then, princess.”

(Name) smiled, stepping forward. “Alright! Killua, once this order is given, you’ll be able to move freely.”

Killua perked up a little. ‘This is my chance!’

“I’ll be giving you the orders,” she said, holding up two fingers. Kurapika glanced her way, nervous. He didn’t like allowing his princess to handle things in the slightest… but it was their only option. “One, you will not share any information on me, Kurapika, or anyone connected to us.”

He frowned deeply, that would get in the way of his plans… but…

‘Once she’s dead, the spell should dissipate. I’ll just-‘

“The second order is you are no longer allowed to harm, kill, or maim any innocent beings, or any of my loved ones.”

Killua’s jaw dropped. While he didn’t necessarily make a habit out of killing when he didn’t have to, it was still his job. “You can’t be serious, I-“

That’s when he realized… (Name) was but an innocent human… he wouldn’t be kill her. And Kurapika was definitely someone she cared for…

“Those are your orders. You can now move freely.”

Killua’s body relaxed, and he moved forward, launching himself at (Name). Although Kurapika was quick to pull her behind himself, it wasn’t necessary.

Killua froze midair, ancient symbols appearing all over his body. When he dropped to the ground, he seized.

(Name) was quick to kneel down next to him, despite Kurapika’s complaints. “Hey, you’re going to be okay. The effects shouldn’t last that long…”

She lifted his head into her lap, wiping away the drool from the boy’s mouth with her sleeve. “This is what happens when you disobey an order… I’m sorry, from what I read I heard it’s incredibly painful.”

Incredibly painful? It was the worst thing Killua had ever experienced, and he had undergone the harsh training and torture of the Zoldyck family.

But the demon was confused… why was this princess gently wiping his face with a handkerchief, and why was she getting her knight to prop him up against a tree. He couldn’t comprehend why she left a canteen full of water and an apple for him before she left… it didn’t make sense.

“You’re free to do whatever you want, as long as you follow those two orders,” she said, yawning as Kurapika helped her walk. “Goodbye, Killua.”

As they walked away, Killua felt… strange. He had tried to kill her more than once. It would be easy enough to make him take his own life… yet she was letting him go.

Killua sat there under the moonlight, thinking of what his next step should be. He couldn’t return home, that would be a humiliation he would never live down. Him, the heir of the throne, defeated by a mere mortal? That was unheard of.

So Killua hatched a new plan, one that would take advantage of the princess’ kindness…

———————

Dark fog fell over the palace, toxic vapor that would kill any human unfortunate enough to still be hiding within its walls.

“Has Killua returned with the princess yet?”

Illumi looked up from his work, tilting his head. His tail swayed silently as he set those dark, cold eyes on his mother. “No, mother. And from what I’m able to sense… he’s not coming back home for a while yet.”

She frowned, Kalluto standing quietly at her side. “Kalluto, go check with your older brother and see if he’s finished that resurrection spell yet.”

“Yes, mother.”

Once Kalluto left, the woman’s eyes narrowed. “We must hurry and get these matters dealt with before the other demon lords are able to make it to the surface. Those other princes… they’ll spell nothing but trouble for our-“

“Yes, mother. I understand.”

Illumi looked into his crystal ball, one that one worked on Killua. With it, he could see through the boy’s eyes… and even give him orders.

“Killua is currently following the princess, mother.”

She smiled, clapping her hands together. “Oh, that is wonderful news! Give him the command, and then I’ll have my little prince back!”

Illumi nodded, the focused on the crystal ball, peering into it.

‘Killua.’

Usually, simply saying his name was enough to have the boy tensing up… but he did nothing. Could he not… hear him?

Illumi shook his head. ‘No matter, I’ll just take control of him.’

When Illumi attempted to reach into the crystal ball, his hand was repelled by white magic, burning his fingers and palm.

“Illumi!”

His mother rushed over to see what had happened. Illumi stared blankly at his hand, sighing.

“It seems someone is interfering with my connection… until we figure out what this is…”

His mother paled, raising a hand to her mouth.

“Killua… is lost to us.”

Illumi looked through the crystal ball, his frown deepening. ‘At least I can still see through his eyes. That will be of some benefit to us… as long as Killua keeps following them, we should be able to find them eventually.’

Kalluto walked back into the room, Boeing politely. “Mother, big brother has found a resurrection spell that will work on more than ten people at once without killing the caster. Now all we have to do is find their remains.”

His mother grinned, fanning herself. “Inform your father of this discovery, and make sure he knows…”

She looked outside, smiling as the fog slowly spread down the mountain. “We have some spiders to find.”

[the-inkwell-variable]

friday kiss tag ˚.⋆

thank you, @the-golden-comet, for the tag! i'm trying something a little different today. today, i'm writing a scene from scratch instead of grabbing something from a wip. i desperately need the warm-up, and i think @leahpardo-pa-potato might actually riot if i keep avoiding the kisses (i'm teasing of course, ilu <3) consider the following part of the corpse and the killer - and hopefully enjoy! (SIDE NOTE: kia calls jason 'jas'. it's pronounced 'jase'. the e makes it look weird so i leave it off, but that makes it look like 'jass' and i hate that. idk man read it how you want i'm not a cop) TAGGING @drchenquill - @wyked-ao3 - @willtheweaver - open tag!

"I will fix it."

"Are you kidding me?" Kia stared into the soulless glowing slits that served as eyes. As long as he wore that mask, it was easy to forget who was underneath - easy to blame, to hate, to rage against. "Did you already forget how badly you've fucked Gotham City? In one night - one fucking night - you've blown up Ace Chemicals-"

"That was Batman."

"-set every major villain loose in the streets-"

"Not every major villain - and that was Scarecrow anyway."

"-and turned everyone in the streets into freakin' zombies." She ran her hands through her pink hair, over and over, until her space buns fell apart into waves that framed her face. "I don't care if you're Superman. You're not winning this one. No one is, not without nuking the city off the face of the earth and all of us with it."

"Hey." His large hands, surprisingly soft in their gloves, completely covered her shoulders. "It's going to be fine. My men are on their way to evacuate us. In helicopters. You've always wanted to ride a helicopter."

Kia laughed, a dizzied titter. "Right, right. It'll be great. We'll just hop on a helicopter and fly away from this mess, shall we? Pretend it never happened? As if the government won't shoot us out of the sky to prevent the infection from spreading. As if the zombies won't leave the city as soon as they realize there are no more people to hunt. As if you and Scarecrow haven't started the end of the fucking world." She laughed again and shook her head. "You've always been starting shit, Jas, and you've always gotten us out of it. But I dunno how you're gonna get us out of this one."

"I will get us out of this, Kia-bear." He pressed a button on the side of his helmet, and his mask slid up to reveal his face. The corners of his hazel brown eyes were pinched and tight. The scar, a jagged J, stretched across his cheekbone. She recognized his smile immediately - it was the smile he had always given her as a kid when he felt trapped in a corner. When he stepped forward to take Black Mask's beatings on her behalf. When he accepted a job that he knew he wasn't prepared for because they so desperately needed the cash. Jason felt as trapped as she did, but he was denying it to give her hope.

That should have comforted her.

"Stop fucking lying, Jason." She jerked away from him. Her arms immediately missed his warmth. "I don't know what skills you picked up when you were adopted by that rich bitch, but there's no way you're getting us out of this one. You fucked up, big time, and every single person left in Gotham is either already dead or going to die because of it. You call yourself the Arkham Knight - Gotham's savior - but you've fucked us all, just because you wanted to put a bullet in Batman's head."

She was shouting now. Militia members were glancing over. A few had their hands on their service weapons. She didn't care. She closed the distance between them again and jabbed a finger in his chest, as if their half-a-foot size difference didn't even exist. "We're fucked, Jason. Well and truly and completely and utterly fucked. No one is going to let us leave! We're better off staying on this rooftop and hoping the zombies starve to death before we do! Don't you get that?! Don't you-"

His lips crushed against hers, insistent and desperate. They moved against her greedily, sucking the fight right out of her. Her knees weakened and forced her to lean against him, cotton fluff hoodie against kevlar. His lips were softer than she'd expected - though she hadn't ever expected to kiss her childhood best friend. He tasted of peanut butter and cigarettes. She dug her fingers into his sleeves and forgot for a moment that they were going to die.

When he pulled away, she almost leaned in after him. Her heart pounded in her chest, desperate to follow him. Despite the cold rain that stung her face, her entire body felt like a fireplace - hot, sizzling, glowing. She stared up at him. He grinned down at her as if he hadn't just stolen the very breath from her lungs. "Trust me," he said, his voice a low growl that left her knees weak all over again. "I won't let anything happen to you. Not now, not ever."

[runningfrom2am]

on the one screen in my town; one

summary:

mason’s life with drew was absolutely perfect, she was happier than ever; until everything came crashing down all at once.

tags/warnings:

drew starkey x fem!popstar!oc, drug and alcohol use, death, grief, these tags are not exhaustive, idk i'll add to this as it goes on.

wc: 2.3k

this is the first plot chapter from the same universe as my oneshot kinda famous! i did the poll ab whether or not i should continue it as an x reader or if you guys were cool with me using the oc it was originally written with and a large majority said it was fine so everyone meet mason! (and este slayyyy)

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"No, Mom, I'm just not sure about this one. I feel like it's just not me," Mason said, tugging at the top of the thirteenth white dress she had tried on that day.

"Honey, it's gorgeous, but this isn't about what I think anyways. Get whatever one calls your name," her mom, Catherine, replied from the couch behind her, catching her eye in the mirror.

"I'm so tired, let's call it a day and come back another time," Mason insisted, turning to face her mom and her best friend.

"Mase, this is the fourth designer we've met with. And every last dress you've tried on has been amazing," Este said. "Just don't forget, they can change anything you want."

Mason let out a sigh as she turned again to face the mirror. "Yes, dear, what don't you like about this one?" the designer asked, fiddling with the train.

"Well, nothing in particular. The neckline feels off... and the bodice, I don't like where it sits on the waist."

"Then that's a no. Just try one more, dear. Try this one!" Her mom grinned, putting her champagne glass on the table, grabbing the designer's 2024 portfolio, and pointing to the dress on the cover.

"Okay, yeah, let's try that one," Mason agreed, nodding, stepping off the pedestal, and lifting the mass amounts of the dress's fabric with the help of the designer's assistants.

With their help, she went back into the changing room, removed the billowing dress, and sat down with her phone as the assistant took the one-of-a-kind wedding dress away. Mason was met with no less than one hundred notifications on her phone, texts from friends and colleagues, and her agent had called no less than three times even though she was technically on vacation. The only thing she was interested in was calling Drew. She opened his contact and hit call, his name lighting up the screen as she put it on speaker, then opened Twitter while she waited for him to answer.

"Hey, my love, how's dress shopping?" Drew's voice echoed through the small speakers as Mason scrolled through endless photos of the crowd forming outside the studio she was currently in, and some pictures in the windows that they thought were fully closed were already making headlines.

"You know I can't tell you that," she laughed slightly, shaking her head.

"Sure you can, I just can't see it. Find the one?"

"Nope," she shook her head, despite him not being able to see her. "I'm trying on one more, then we're calling it a day."

Mason heard some shuffling and laughter in the background on his end as he spoke. "You're real picky about this one, huh? You were less particular at last year's Met."

"Is that Mason?" he was interrupted by a voice she instantly recognized as Madelyn. "Hi, Mason! We miss you!" she shouted into the phone, making her friend smile.

"Hi, Mads! Hey, can I fly out to see you guys in the morning?" Mason replied, chewing on her lip a little and standing as the curtain slid open and the assistant returned with the last dress.

"Yeah, of course. I'll call Amanda and get her to book your flights for you. Does Este want to come?"

"Duh," Mason giggled, putting down her phone and raising her arms so the young girl could slide the dress on. She couldn't help but notice her hands shaking, just slightly. "I've got to go, love, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow," Drew agreed. "Love you!" he said before he hung up the phone.

The dress was now settling over her shoulders as the nervous assistant clipped the back. "Are you alright?" Mason asked, turning her head slightly to try and get a glimpse at the girl.

"Yes, ma'am," she said softly, her voice slightly shaking.

"You don't have to call me that," Mason chuckled and shook her head, holding up her hair.

"I do, my boss insists on it with all her clients."

"What's your name?" Mason smiled as she asked, trying to get the girl to relax.

"It's Melissa. I don't want to be weird, but I'm a big fan of yours and I've always wanted to design something for you. I'm a student still, but your Met looks are always my favorite," she rambled on nervously.

Mason's smile grew at this. "Aw, thank you, Melissa. I'd be honored to wear your work someday."

Melissa blushed. "Thank you, that means a lot to me," she finished tying up the back and took a step back, picking up the train and fluffing it out. "While my boss isn't here, can I make a suggestion?"

"Of course," Mason replied. "You don't like this one?"

"No! No, I love it, it's stunning. I just think maybe it would suit your style more if we extended the train, then brought down the waistline just a little bit, and maybe did a bunch back here above the hips, then coated the whole thing in silver Swarovski diamonds. It will just scream Mason more, you know?" she said, trying to explain the vision as best she could as Mason nodded through the whole thing.

"You... are actually a genius," the star replied, nodding enthusiastically.

Melissa smiled wide, clapping her hands together and bouncing on her toes excitedly. "Yay! We can make that happen. One hundred percent."

"Let's go get my Mom's thoughts first," Mason joked, letting Melissa help her with the dress as they walked back out to the viewing room.

"Mason, that is stunning, honey. What do you think?" Catherine asked as Melissa adjusted the train so everyone could see the full vision.

"I really love it," her daughter agreed, looking at herself in the mirror, for the first time being able to see the whole thing. She smoothed out the front gently, turning a little bit and looking herself over. "Este? What do you think?"

Este nodded quickly, taking the final sip out of her champagne glass. "It's beautiful."

"Okay, yes, but I think I want to make some adjustments—could that be arranged?" Mason asked, looking briefly and smiling at the young girl now standing at the edge of the room.

"Yes, dear. Anything," the famous designer nodded, standing next to her in the mirror.

"I'm thinking we lower where the waistline lands, to like here, and then bunch it in the back right here, so it has more of that draping effect, and then extend the train and cover the whole thing in fine diamonds. So it looks like a silver fabric, almost..." Mason explained as the designer frantically took down notes and snapped at her assistant to grab the measuring tape.

"Yes! That will be perfect," the woman instantly agreed. "How long do you want the train? About four yards?"

"Maybe five..." Mason thought out loud, looking back to her mom and best friend for approval, and they both nodded in agreement. "And can we order a matching veil as well, please? I'd like our initials embroidered on it as well. Just above my left shoulder, I think."

"Consider it done, my dear," the designer nodded. "We'll send you some samples of material and fonts for that, and you can take your pick."

"Thank you," Mason smiled. "Oh, and can we please have them sent to my mother's address? I don't need Drew feeling nosy and opening my packages." She giggled, looking back at her mom and best friend, who had been awfully quiet.

"Oh, guys, c'mon. Don't do that," Mason chuckled, covering her face with her hands as she saw their eyes fill with tears.

"I'm sorry, honey, I just..." her mom sniffled, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table in front of them. "You look so beautiful, and it just makes me so happy to see how much you have grown in the last few years and how happy and successful you are. I am just so proud of you. That's all."

"Oh, mom, oh my god now I'm going to cry!" she laughed, already feeling tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to blink them away, fanning her face with her hands and tipping her head back.

"No, c'mon. You can cry, babe," her best friend laughed, already wiping her own tears. "Please actually do, it'll make us feel less weird about it."

She nodded, noticing Melissa standing next to her now with another tissue box and holding it up to her. She laughed a little as she took it, thanking her and dabbing it under her eyes. "You just did such a good job on my makeup this morning, I don't want to ruin it," she said to her friend, a smile still stuck on her cheeks.

"It's going to be beautiful. I just can't wait for the wedding," her mom smiled, taking a deep breath to try and level her head.

"Oh, god," she laughed. "It's just all going by so fast, you know?"

With only eight months left until the wedding, she had to make it her constant priority. She had hardly had a moment to think about anything else. Of course, it was so much fun and such an exciting time; but pretty much since the moment Drew proposed the media had labeled it 'the wedding of the decade', which had put so much pressure on both her and Drew.

"Yes, and you need to enjoy every second," her mom smiled.

"Oh! Speaking of, Este, we're flying out to Charleston in the morning. Drew's manager should be sending our tickets to you any minute." She tells her friend who nods, giving her a thumbs up with a crumpled-up tissue still in her hand, tears still fresh in her eyes.

"I'll be ready."

"Will you hold on to the fabric samples, Mom?" Mason asks her mom with a sniffle as Melissa helps her gather up the fabric of the dress to go get changed.

"Yes, of course, dear."

"Mom, wait- you should come with us!" Mason says, stopping in her tracks and turning again to face her mom, catching Melissa off guard as she struggles to make sure the dress doesn't tear. "I'll get Drew to get you a ticket as well, it can be a girl's trip." 

Her mom smiles back at her, shaking her head. "I appreciate the invitation honey, but you should go be with Drew. I've got brunch with Andrea tomorrow anyways, I hardly ever get the chance to meet up with her." Catherine insists.

"That reminds me, could you let her know that she and Taylor will be getting invitations to the bachelorette trip in the coming weeks? Este has already sent them out," Mason says continuing her way to the dressing room slowly and looking to her friend who nods in confirmation.  

She quickly gets changed back into her day clothes, passing on her card to the designer to take down the information and grabbing Melissa's social media for future reference before they make their break for the back door where their driver had been waiting. To no avail, however, considering at this point that the whole back alley was even swamped with fans and people holding cameras, immediately flashing at them as the door opens.

The environment goes from relaxed to chaotic in a second, and out of habit, Mason smiles wide as her mom and friend are quickly ushered by security into their waiting car. "We have a few minutes to chat with people, yeah?" She smiles at the guard who nods, taking place at her side as she walks up to the makeshift fence around the car.

Among screams of her name and cameras flashing in her face, she makes out a question from who she assumes is a journalist. "Mason! Did you find your dress? Can you show us?"

Mason turns her attention to them, handing back a phone to a fan who asked her to sign the case. "Uh, well, I can't share much right now, but I'm feeling good today!" She laughs, waving at a few fans and reaching over the barrier to give someone a hug.

"How's Drew doing? Is he still in Charleston?" The fan asks as she pulls away, and Mason decides to focus her energy on the fans from here on. 

"He's great! Yeah, they're still filming in Charleston. It's the final season! I'm so excited about it." She grins, nodding and giving a quick wave over her head.

"Are you going to have another song in this season?" The fan asks.

"I can't share that, unfortunately," Mason says, tapping the young girl's arm to draw her attention down and giving her a quick and subtle thumbs up, making both of them smile.

Mason moves down the line, giving people hugs and signing things, almost in tears by the time she steps back to the car with an arm full of letters and bracelets and little handmade gifts. "Thank you! Thank you guys- it was so nice to meet everyone!" She calls out, waving an awkward goodbye before climbing in the back seat.

She sighs with a smile as the security pushes everyone back so they can drive away, placing everything on the empty seat next to her and Este starts to shift through everything.

"They're so sweet, hey?" Mason sighs happily, giving another quick wave out the window.

"They're lovely." Catherine agrees, looking back from the passenger seat of the car. 

"Did anyone ask you about Drew?" Este asks curiously, holding up a letter to the light so she can read the envelope.

"Of course." Mason giggles as they pull out into the street. "Doesn't bother me, though."

"No, of course not." Este agrees. "I just wish they could focus more on you and your music, you put so much work into all your projects I just think that should be the focus when they meet you."

"Right now everything is about me and Drew. After the wedding I'm sure it will shift back to normal, you know?" Mason insists, opening a different envelope to read it.

"I hope so." Her friend sighs. "You did this yourself, it's important to me that you remember that. That's all."

Mason looks over at her friend, tilting her head at her. "Let's be honest, babe, I wouldn't be where I am without him. I don't mind giving him the credit he deserves at least for widening my audience."

Este nods and smiles at her friend, already worried that she's losing her to his shadow.

taglist: @veescorneroftheworld, @totalswag, @madelynie, @cecesrings, @slut4drudy, @mutual-mendes, @winterrrnight, @sadfury, (lmk if you want to be added!!)

also let me know what you guys want me to post from this next! more plot? maybe a oneshot like their first date or the proposal? give me absolutely all your thoughts :) and send me an ask with any ideas for this!

[shidouyosa]

Tags: male!reader x Shouei Barou, soft dom!Barou, not rivals to lovers but lets call it dislikers to fuckers, anal + cumming inside, spit and cum as lube, this is during second selection, porn with a bit of plot?, reader is shorter than Barou but no hints at size kink, a bit above 2k words, all characters are 18+!!!

MINORS DNI

A/N: this is a smut I wrote WEEKS ago but I think it's a good start for this blog! Originally it was an OC x Barou smut but I turned it into x reader for this blog (I hope I got all the name and pronouns corrections. If I missed something let me know!!) Two of my friends really enjoyed it so I guess it's a good start idk😭😭 I am nervous. First time ever posting smut.

“We lost because of you.” Barou snarled at you, his teammate.

“Because of… me???” you responded in a mix of surprise and annoyance. “You were the one who never passed the ball to us, idiot.”

“Call me an idiot one more time and I’ll show you who’s the real idiot here!” Barou’s voice got louder than he intended to.

It was very hard to get on your nerves. In the entirety of Blue Lock, you were the sweetest person to be there - outside of the field at least  - and you were, with a few exceptions, everyone’s softspot. Barou was one of those exceptions. You regretted teaming up with him for the second selection. Because of his selfishness, you lost your first match and now the two of you had to step down to the second stage.

Being roommates with Barou wasn’t exactly your favourite thing as well, but you had to deal with it.

“I’ll call you an idiot as much as I want to because you are one!” You raised your voice as well, to the surprise of Barou. He hadn’t known you for that long yet, but he knew you usually didn’t act like this.

“Want me to beat you up, huh?” Barou grabbed your collar and raised you up to his eye level. “Tiny idiot, why did I team up with you? If we lose our next match, I’ll be the one to get chosen and you’re gonna lose Blue Lock, so if you wanna survive, you should really put in some more effort and pass the ball to me. I’ll score all of our goals.”

You didn’t respond, you were busy trying to free yourself from Barou’s grip.

Barou sighed in frustration and settled you down. You took a deep breath and got ready to say something, but then decided the effort wasn't worth the frustration, so you laid down on the bed and attempted to go to sleep.

“Good night.” You said and turned around to face the wall.

Barou wasn’t having any of this. He wanted to have the lower part of the bunk bed, but you just took it. Barou grabbed your arm in an attempt to pull you out of the bed and-

How did you end up like this?

Somehow, one thing led to the other and Barou was now leaning over you on the bed, looking down at you, who had become a flustered mess. None of you were speaking anymore, but the aggressive tension from earlier was still in the air. Just now it was mixed with… another tension.

Barou’s hands seemed to move on their own now, one of them holding your wrist in place on the bed and the other cupping your cheek.

“Fuck.” Barou muttered under his breath at the sight of your flustered face, a slight blush covering his own cheeks.

“Barou, I-“ You started to speak, but were quickly interrupted by Barou putting his thumb on your lips.

“Shut up.” Barou’s grip on your wrist got a little tighter. “Fuck, why do you look so…” Barou whispered as he slowly caressed your cheek.

The sight of you lying like this underneath him started getting Barou harder than he would like to admit. His other hand let go of your wrist and then wandered down towards your pants, tugging them down a little before stopping to ask: “You’re okay with this?”

You nodded slowly, not fully processing what was going on, but you could feel you wanted this.

Barou carefully took off your pants and looked down for a second, seeing your bulge in your underwear.

You opened your mouth to speak once more, but were interrupted by Barou again. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up a minute ago?” The contrast between Barou’s soft touch and rough words made you even harder.

“If you want me to stop, just grab my wrist or give me any other sign”, Barou’s words got softer for a second or two, “But I don’t want to hear you speak for now.”

You nodded as you looked into Barou’s red eyes.

In what felt like seconds, both of you were completely undressed and started making out. Barou pushed you down on the bed with his own weight, pressing his hard member against your stomach, causing you to blush even more. 

“Fuck…” Barou pulled away from the long kiss and looked down at you, pushing your hair away to look into your eyes. “You’d look so good right now if…” Barou raised one of your legs in a rather rough manner and cupped one of your buttcheeks with his hand, slowly bringing his thumb towards your hole.

“Gotta get you ready for me, huh?” Barou looked right into your eyes as he applied a little bit of pressure on your hole, but not letting his thumb enter yet. “Do you want this?” Barou added, it was both to get dominance over you and to ask for reassurement if this entire thing really was okay.

You quickly nodded in response, to which Barou immediately pushed his thumb in. “Do you do this with yourself sometimes?” He asked.

You almost felt embarrassed, but responded by nodding once again.

A slight smirk covered Barou’s face as he removed his thumb, raised your other leg as well, and then started pushing in his index and middle fingers. You tried really hard not to moan, as you didn’t want to make any embarrassing noises in front of your teammate like this.

“Don’t hold those noises in”, Barou instructed.

Despite that, you still held back your moans, as you were still too embarrassed. Barou decided to not bug about it again, since he wanted to assert dominance over you, not to make you embarrassed or uncomfortable. Besides, he knew you wouldn't be able to hold those moans back anymore once he's put his cock in you.

Barou knows he's big - that's why he adds a third finger into you to prepare you better, now finally receiving little moans.

After a few minutes, Barou removes all of his fingers. He let go of your legs that he's been holding in place and sits up between your thighs, helping you into a position of you supporting your body with your elbows and underarms.

"Give me your spit." Barou instructed as he held his hand in front of your face. "We need to use something as lube."

You were hesitant. It made Barou think he was going too far, so he asked for reassurement again. "Do you want to continue or should we stop?" The roughness in his voice was almost gone, but you knew it was going to return the next time when he would speak again.

It took you a couple seconds to collect enough of your saliva before you spit it onto Barou's hand. "Continue…" You whispered, barely audible enough for him to hear.

Then you took a look down for the first time, as Barou was giving himself a few pumps to spread your spit on his dick.

"I… I don't think it's going to fit-" You said at the sight of Barou's length. You've felt it pressed against your stomach while making out, but you're just now seeing its actual size.

"Don't worry, I prepared you enough." Barou answered, the roughness and dominance returning into his voice. "I'll make it fit. I'll give your tight ass a good stretch."

The last sentence sent you over the edge. Your heart started beating faster simply at the thought of Barou doing this - and you knew it was only seconds away from actually happening.

You raised and spread your legs, now being too embarrassed to look at Barou's face. Barou couldn't help but chuckle as each of his hands grabbed one of yours, guiding them to your thighs to raise them higher and hold your legs in place.

"Stay like this." Barou instructed, guiding his member towards your hole, rubbing it there a little. It made your breathing even harder.

Barou was enjoying this sight. A lot.

He couldn't wait to know what you would feel like from the inside. You were already tight around his fingers, so how good could you squeeze his cock?

Barou wanted to tease you more, but he couldn't hold back his urges anymore. He used his hands to pull your buttcheeks apart, then slowly inserted his tip into your tight hole. A whimper escaped your mouth, causing Barou to grin.

"Fuck, you look adorable like this." He pushed his length in about halfway. "Feeling good?"

You nodded and moaned a little louder than earlier.

Barou figured out by putting in half of his cock, he was giving you a good enough stretch to not hurt you, so he decided to keep it that way. For now.

Barou slowly started thrusting in and out of you, as both of your moans filled the room. Barou was acting a bit softer, not wanting to hurt you. But he still was the dominant one in this situation.

But when you started moaning his name over and over after a few minutes, Barou got so turned on, he started getting faster and a little rougher.

He rammed the entirety of his member in but stopped thrusting, causing you to whimper in a mix of pain and pleasure. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes, which Barou quickly wiped away when they rolled down your face.

"Fuck." Barou muttered under his breath. "Sorry, couldn't hold myself back anymore. You feel too good."

You squirmed a little underneath Barou, processing the new sensation inside of you. Seeing you like this made Barou's dick twitch a little.

"Told you I'll make it fit. Stretching you really good." Barou's face got closer to yours before you placed your lips onto each other's and started another heated, long kiss.

Barou started thrusting again, at first slowly but he quickly picked up the pace as he rammed in and out of you, getting more moans and whimpers from you during the kiss.

When Barou pulled his face away, he saw tears occasionally running down your face. "Still feels good?" He asked, looking for reassurement once again.

You nodded. "Very good…" He mumbled between your moans. Barou grinned dominantly and got even faster, bullying his entire length into you over and over.

"This is what you get for calling me idiot earlier." Barou groaned. "You're enjoying this, hm? You're enjoying to have your ass stretched like this? You love how my cock tears your tight hole apart perfectly, don't you?"

Barou's words turned you on so much, you got closer and closer to finishing. You started touching your own length, but Barou quickly put an end to this by putting your hand back to supporting your thigh.

"No." Barou looked straight into your eyes. "I won't let you cum unless you apologize for what you said earlier."

In any other situation, you wouldn't have done this, but right now you were so desperate, you had to give in. "I'm sorry…" You whimpered. "I'm sorry for calling you an idiot…"

Barou chuckled and reached for your member with one hand. "Good boy." He said as he gave you a couple of slow pumps before speeding up to a pace that matched his thrusting.

It didn't take much longer until you finished, your liquid shooting against Barou's lower stomach.

"Look at the mess you made." Barou said in response, "You know I hate messes."

He suddenly pulled out of you, leaving your hole feeling stretched and empty. Barou used his fingers to scoop up as much of your cum as he could and spread it on his dick before inserting it back into your hole.

With every movement, Barou was getting closer and closer to finishing as well. "I'll come inside of you." He said this in a tone that let you know it was okay to say no, in case you were umcomfortable with this. But you didn't decline. Instead you wrapped your legs around Barou's waist. He put his hands on your hips and lifted you up a little, now practically pushing you into the bed as Barou thrusted from above. You wrapped your arms around Barou's neck to pull him closer to your face as you started sharing a long, heated kiss again. "I'll fill you up so good." Barou smirked.

And soon, he climaxed and pushed into you one final time before filling up your tight hole with his cum.

Even though both of you were done and already getting soft again, you stayed in this position as you tried to calm your breathing.

"Fuck. That was good." Barou muttered.

"Yeah…" You smiled a little as your fingers traced Barou's chest. "Maybe we should do this more often..."

[phxntomhives]

Welcome to my sideblog

That has most likely become my main one. But idk how to change main and second one. So yeah. So if you see @phxntomhives-98 it's still me. I just don't know why sometimes I can't switch accounts and sometimes I can.

I will try to keep this blog mostly related to Kuroshitsuji and twst but who knows what I will like next. From memes (mostly repost because I am not that funny) to theories you can find anything here.

I am not spoiler free BUT I try my best to protect the new fans and hide things under the cut. Unfortunately, I am human, so you may run into spoilers, I am truly sorry.

I am 25, she/her pronouns, INTP. I would love to get to know more people in the fandoms I am in, but eeeh my social skills are lacking. So feel free to hit my dms, I don't bite I promise. I am trying to make more moots/mutuals pls

Here most thing you can find me posting about/comments etc (under the cut because it became long ops)

Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

Sebaciel shippers do not interact. I will just block and move on. If you see me liking one post tagged like that it's because I am stupid and I don't always read the tags, pls let me know and I will fix the problem.

Now that the important part is over: I AM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW SEASON AAH. The Weston College arc is my favourite so I am very happy and it feels so nice to see my children here :3

I am up to date with the manga as well, so if you need to cry with someone, I am here. Sobbing.

My fave is Ciel, and Lizzie slander shall not be tolerated (half joking, you are free to dislike her but I am ready to fight at any time to defend her).

A couple of things you may want to check? If you are bored???

New manga chapter comments under: #Phxntomhives Kuro manga yapping

Analysis/theories

"The Parade of Battlers" song analysis

Finny grew up (chapter 211 spoilers)

Short analysis of the GFantasy May cover

The unlucky fate of the P4

Silly theory of the cricket's ending dance

Edgar sure is very much unlucky when it comes to life decision...

About Lizzie's anger (reblog theory)

Chapter 209 crack theory (to welcome denial)

Short analysis of Bluewer talking to Ciel during the Midnight party (from a reblog)

Short analysis of Undertaker's GFantasy cover

Headcanons

P4 headcanons

My kuro AU, kuro AU pt 2

Gregory scream headcanons (kind of angst)

Pandora Hearts

Very new to the fandom and I understood like half of it. Anyway it's beautiful and you all should read it! Come cry with me!

Here some fresh thoughts after I read the last chapter

Headcanon to hurt my soul

Vanitas no carte/The case study of Vanitas

Up to date with both anime and manga! And not so patiently waiting for each update. I miss them, I hope for a new chapter soon.

Twisted Wonderland (JP SERVER)

Up to date with main story and eons behind with the events ops. No I do not know japanese, tho I am trying to learn, but I started the game when that was the only version avaiable and I will not start again on eng server sorry. (Technically I have started but I had no more space on my phone and one had to go)

If you are curious about what I think about the story check #phxntomhives twst yapping (because I plan to type a lot and refuse to keep updating this list it's supposed to be pretty after all)

Theories

Events are canon. Part 2: wish upon a star.

Silver gets a title copium.

Tokyo Aliens

READ IT LEGALLY. FOR FREE. HERE I TELL YOU HOW.

WHY IS THERE NO FANDOM IT'S SUCH A NICE STORY. PLEASE GIVE IT A CHANCE.

I AM LIVING OF HALF A POST AND FANMADE TRANSLATION. HELP.

Parallels between Tokyo Aliens and Negai no Astro

Spoiler/Analysis from scans: chapter 41, chapter 42, chapter 43, chapter 44, chapter 45, chapter 46, chapter 47, chapter 48, chapter 49, chapter 50 (After I added these I basically took over the tags plsssss)

Dr stone

It's appearing more on my feed so I had the feeling I had to add this lol. I love it dearly, I finished the manga and I need to catch up with the anime. I am extremely worried about the rumored (?) new volume that is coming ngl

Negai no Astro

Damn, I am hooked.

Parallels between Tokyo Aliens and Negai no Astro

Aaand honestly many more, feel free to ask! If it helps, here is my not updated because it takes forever MyAnimeList! But I probably missed many of them so really, just come and ask.

I may drop some suggestions to read too sometimes, here they are

Suggestions for you <3

Why you should read Merry Marbling

If you like Negai no Astro or Tokyo Aliens PLEASE CHECK THE OTHER SERIE MENTIONED.

[sunsetseason8910]

Them Brooklyn Boys Is Big Pt.4

I had no intention of writing this at 12 o clock at night, but my friend is gonna read the series and I left yall on kind of a cliffhanger so I mustered up the last shred of human decency to write this. Love you all, Another reminder that once that clock strikes 12 am, I am not mentally stable, don't hold mentally stable me (if she exists) accountable for whatever I write. <3333

TW: same as the others, violence and maybe language? Idk I write these before I write the actual story so if there's not violence or bad language then sorry?

please don't read on if you haven't read the rest of the series, I will post a post with all the links in one post and pin it so they aren't hard to find because I fully intend this to be a 5-7 part series

I warned you....

Spot was starting to lose hope. It had felt like hours in that concrete room, and he was in more pain than he was letting on. Luckily Davey still wasn't hurt besides the bruises on his head from getting knocked out.

"We're not gonna get out of here," Spot said, slumping against the concrete wall, blood crusted over the side of his face. Spot knew the chances of his wounds getting infected were high, they were in a mold covered basement after all.

"If they don't find us in time, I might not make it-" Spot started, but was abruptly interrupted.

"Spot, stay positive," Davey reassured. Easy for him to say, he wasn't cut open and bruised.

"I'm just saying, if you make it out of here, and I don't, Tell Race he was my last dying thought, and tell Hotshot to take care of the little ones. They need more help selling papes. If he's gonna lead-"

"Spot! We're gonna make it out alive!" Davey shouted.

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"Hold up, did you hear that?" race asked as he stopped Jack with his arm. They had been searching the city up and down for three hours. It was fully dark out, and they were losing hope.

"It sounded like-" Jack started, but was cut off by Race running over to the source of the sound. An old, wooden door. "Race, I doubt they could be in there. that door probably hasn't been opened since 1870 something," Jack added. He knew Race was not mentally stable right now. His best friend was probably about to lose it, and there was nothing Jack could do but watch.

Race rammed his shoulder into the door in attempts to open it, but no luck.

He rammed again.

and again.

until finally,

whoosh

Race fell swiftly down three wooden steps, and fell onto concrete.

"Shit," he muttered as he got up to dust himself off. he looked up, and nothing could have prepared him for the sight. The sight of his boyfriend on the brink of death.

did you guys like it? I'll tag part five down below when I write it, which should be tonight. I shouldn't be trusted with my laptop at night bc this shit wild I should probably sleep but even I need to see what happens next. Holy shit send red bull pleaseee <333333

pt. 5 T.B.B.I.B. and I will make a sixth one too just not tonight

[reverthestarryeyed]

2 Inside Out OC's I made, I call 'em Distraction and Confusion

I'll add drawings later, it's kinda nigh on impossible for me to draw Distraction without a reference. As for Confusion, yeah I have her in my head, but idk how to make it look good yet

So about these 2: they're one of Riley's youngest emotions. Distraction is older than Confusion, and for some reason I'm calling them siblings despite them technically being the same person (Riley). They normally operate hand in hand with each other and are usually seen standing together. Distraction and Confusion also sometimes go hand in hand with Ennui and Embarrassment. Distraction and Confusion both make a question mark together

First let's start with Distraction (I'm not actually sure if that's the right name to use 😅 I originally thought of "Distracted")

Appearance: when I think of Distraction my mind creates a sort of light lilac or bright lilac color, I'm not sure why but I imagine him as that color. He has a large sphere for a head, and he has 3-4 rows of eyes in a sort of circle formation, looking in every direction, he has a big cartoony smile on his face (kinda like Uglydolls or Trolls) He wears a sweater of sorts that has 2 large stripes in a deep lilac color. He doesn't have arms or legs, instead he has small tentacles (probably 4 of them) for his feet that he uses to move around in. (There is no rule that the emotion's have to look humanoid, I mean have you seen what Hope and Irritation was supposed to look like?)

Personality: Distraction is...well...always distracted, his many eyes would catch something to divert his attention, he always looks at things curiously, or sometimes just don't think at all and start zoning out, one of the few times all his eyes are in the same direction. Most of the time he has no idea what's important and what's not, he could make Riley go from taking a test to thinking what purpose is the sky being blue, why not orange or yellow? or what certain colors should go to what personality to make a character in her head, go from doing homework to rearranging the furniture, etc. He's also very cheery, usually smiling and happy despite not knowing half of what's going on around him, he's very interested in pretty much anything that catches his eyes

He doesn't really dislike many things due to him being too distracted to do so, the closest thing he has to disliking is his opposite -- Focus (or is Concentration the right word? Idk) they don't really get along, and when I say "they" I mean Focus/Concentration not getting along with Distraction. Distraction thinks they have an ok relationship, sure she can be a little annoying since she focuses on bad things sometimes, but she's not so bad most of the time. Another is being bored (or feeling Ennui) he doesn't like being bored or doing just one thing and doing nothing, he likes being productive.

He likes drawing, colors, music, and basically anything art related and other stuff to keep Riley (and in extension himself) entertained. Because of this, he normally gets along with Joy the most and spends a lot of time with her (with Confusion tagging along)

Purpose: Keep Riley occupied/entertained when Ennui is driving, ironically be aware of the surrounding area, improve Riley's creativity (i.e using pencils and a table as drums), keep Riley from dwelling too much on bad things, and keeps Riley from doing the same thing repetitively over and over again and allow her to try something new (this is personally my opinion on the purpose of being distracted, especially the part on not focusing on bad things)

Next up we have Distractions younger sister Confusion

Appearance: For some reason I imagine her color to be forest green (idk why I don't imagine that for Distraction, with the whole "feeling like you're not entirely there" thing) Her hair is a deep forest green color that's shoulder length and covers her ears, her bangs are long which covers her eyes. Her skin is a lighter shade of forest green but still dark (the color code is 304529) She wears a dress similar to Alice from Alice in Wonderland except it's green instead of blue and white, and the dress isn't as frilly and puffy.

Personality: Confusion is very curious and constantly confused about a lot of thing, always needing an explanation and a step-by-step process on everything. She's very accepting and open minded about learning new things, she loves to learn new things she doesn't understand. She's also extremely gullible and forgetful and usually has no idea what's going on around her. She can't really hear or see well

She likes Alice in Wonderland, Wizard of Oz and Victorious (specifically the April fool's episode and the breakfast bunch) because she won't be the only one confused about everything. She likes investigations and try going into detail about things to better understand it.

She ironically doesn't like being confused about things.

Purpose: Let Riley discover unknown things, learn new things, motivates Riley to look more deeply into the problem and let her be curious about new things. She also let's Riley explore and learn more about herself and who she is as a person. Forget some things or change the way Riley remembers something to make it not as bad.

[practicecourts]

20 questions

thanks @charmsandtealeaves & @wearingaberetinparis for the tag. I'm not sure how interesting the answers will be so I'm cutting the post here ;-)

How many works do you have on AO3? 20

2. What's your total A03 words count? 215,620

3. What fandoms do you write for? HP

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

a) Not the Doctor Crazy texting Muggle AU, oneshot, meet-awkward ridiculousness ;-) b) Head Over Handlebars For You Muggle meet ugly, Amsterdam, bicycles, Geese, the WIP that got out of control, only 1 more real chapter and 1 epilogue to go... c) It Was A Clear Black Night, A Clear White Moon - Hogwarts, oneshot roaming outside the castles on a Full Moon. I do love this story a lot myself, so I'm happy to see it here! I like to combine something serious and with something lighter. d) Shall We Shag Now Or Later? Rated M, Not inspired by Austin Powers BUT I did have a great time looking up those ridiculous scenes and dialogues. Classic crazy movie! Order Mission gone wrong, Jily forced to go under cover (wriggles eyebrows) e) When it Tastes so Damn Good another @jilychallenge oneshot, prompt along the lines of melting icecream - let's share... 5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

YES!!! I LOVE comments, incredible to have evidence someone read something I thought up and wrote and then left a comment telling me what it made them feel or just to say they liked it. IT IS AMAZING !! all caps worthy amazing. I do turn of notifications now for those because I became too addicted, so now I try to check once every so often. I do intend to answer all of them.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angtiest ending? My saddest ending is probably Silent Night (it's not Jily but a series of moments in the life of Hope Lupin) There's quite some bits that I've written for it, but I'm not sure if they are coherent as chapters, so there's only 2 currently posted. Angst versus sad, I'd have to say my microfic Jockey has the angstiest ending, but mostly because I know what is going on) and I promise the end of the whole fic (if I ever get to writing it, won't be angsty)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I love happy endings... I'm hoping to succeed with bringing HOH to a satisfactory happy end. I think I will. Most of my one-shots also have a happy or hopeful ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? No

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind? Ha, I thought I'd never... but for a writing challenge I wanted to join due to severe FOMO (i'm only human) I did, and I rewrote that into Shall we Shag Now or Later (Idk if anyone wants to know but I literally took almost all the time available thinking of REASONS why my jily would end up in smut pall position and in the end joked I'd just start of with *low voice* "Hey, Evans, we should shag," and take it from there... This turned into M-rated smut (I'm a little foggy on the difference between E and M still) also not sure what constitutes *kinds* of smut, but that 2 shot was more Smut with little plot. By now my wip Jily who really suffered from a lot of sexual unreleased tension finally got some release, so there's some Smut with plot as well, these days (HOHFY)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Nope, I don't think I will (unless a certain type of AU would count as a cross over)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope, not that I'm aware of, I'd be appalled and also absolutely flabbergasted if someone would go to the trouble, tbh.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope again, I might translate my own fic in Dutch (although that would be so incredibly weird that I don't actually mean this)

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? No, but it sounds fun. I am soon adding my 3 line to the express.... there's that ;-)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Jily, lames, Limes. 15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Life's a beach and then you dive. I want to rewrite it. I've again not outlined this fic very much, but I've so many plans... Maybe, I should ideally have a time turner to add a few hours to my days. bc I now realise how much work it would need to write it up how I want it to be lol. But there's some very personal stuff in there so who knows. I do like to finish stuff that I've started so... I hope i will, i'm not sure of it.

16. What are your writing strengths? Ok, disclaimer as I'm Dutch I'm very bad at this. BUT ... channeling inner Sirius Black: I'm good at making characters feel realistic, I'm good a little plot twist at the end, at humour (which is of course entirely personal) , I'm good at sneaky throwbacks to canon, I'm relatively good at looking at my own work with a critical eye and improving myself, as well as letting go of things that are * good enough* as they are, as this is * a fun hobby* (anyone want to share what they like about my writing - or what they think I could improve on, tell me in the comments )

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Thinking I'll do more in the time I have... and not outlining, I've tried honestly, but I've not found a way that really works yet, but still I have these huge fic ideas creep up on me, so Ideally I'd like to get way better at following some sort of outline instead of discovering my way through it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? As I'm not a native English speaker and my fic HOHFY is set partly in Amsterdam there's some Dutch dialogues * i never even bothered to translate them, I'm so sorry. I'm currently also putting some French in my secret finish before posting fic, that will take a while though and it's only tiny bits as it's more the odd word here and there.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I never posted anything for it, but my first fanfic ideas were set in Tortall (Tamora Pierce) who knows, one day I might venture over there.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Here Comes The Sun I've recently got a lot of lovely comments on fics that weren't less than a week old (yeah!) and reread this one for Myster May because of it & enjoyed it a lot (idk, I don't do favourites, not really.) But I can see quite a few of my own strengths in this one so I'm putting it up here as a fave.

Tagging if you're not already been asked a million times and feel like doing this, no pressure at all, xx @chierafied @chiechie97 @tiffanytoms @oneofthesirens @suzyq31 @ohmygodshesinsane @jfleamont @uncertainwallflower

[dear-mrs-otome]

I posted 1,088 times in 2022

That's 601 more posts than 2021!

748 posts created (69%)

340 posts reblogged (31%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@dark-frosted-heart

@atelieredux

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I tagged 1,011 of my posts in 2022

Only 7% of my posts had no tags

#mrs o talks - 399 posts

#spoiler - 314 posts

#spoilers - 314 posts

#ikepri spoilers - 237 posts

#ikemen prince spoilers - 236 posts

#ikemen prince - 150 posts

#ikepri - 147 posts

#ikepri silvio - 120 posts

#ikemen vampire - 107 posts

#ikevamp - 105 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#i hope they don't entirely lean on the rio thing because i like him but nit enough to feel bad for wanting to bone his brother instead

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Silvio Ricci - PRETEND LOVER Event - Another Terrible Summary

(Yes, he is blushing. And yes, you'd better get used to his red-faced dumbstruck look because it's happening. Often.)

Here is my absolutely irreverent and chock full of hyperbole, only nominally-guaranteed-accurate rendition of Silvio's event story.

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Please always bear in mind that 1) I claim to be no expert in JP and there are and will be mistakes in this so show mercy on this amateur - and if you see any obvious mistakes, kindly let me know so I can improve 2) I didn't even TRY to make Silvio's dialogue as rude as it is. Always, at all times, assume this man is talking like a foul-mouthed sailor.

Aaaaaand 3) I made this so fucking long. Why did I feel compelled to be so detailed idk - this isn't even really a summary anymore it's just the whole damn event. FML

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So our story starts with Emma walking down the hall and being stopped by a very persistent aristocratic man she’s been dodging for days now - almost a dozen times now whenever she’s found herself alone he’s popped up, ‘coincidentally’, pestering her to have tea or spend time with him. 

He tries again today, stating how beautiful it is outside and how she should join him for tea. She tries to make her excuses, apologizing and saying she has a prior engagement, but this stalker says no, he knows that’s not true - she doesn’t have anything on her schedule, he’s already checked with the servants in court. 

She’s dismayed and also more than a bit wtf internally, when he presses her and says she doesn’t have any reason to hesitate so they should go. Takes her by the hand, making her skin sort of literally crawl, and tries to pull her off - only to be interrupted by a voice.

“Found you.”

Someone’s hand comes from behind and snags her, hauling her in…and she turns around to find, to her horror, that it’s Silvio there behind her. The tyrant himself, the last person she probably wants to see or have anything to do with because he is patently The Worst. 

She can tell already that today is going to be rough.

He’s got his arms around her from behind, caught up too in his fancy schmancy exotic cologne, when he scolds her for making a hassle of herself. She’s one part relieved to be rescued from the creepy aristo guy…and one part full of dread because it’s Silvio that’s saved her and she knows he is far faaaar from a nice man. 

He says with a smile how she’d already make a promise to him for the next while, and she’s blankly like….promise??? Prompting him to scowl at her before she’s all OH RIGHT RIIIIGHT THAT PROMISE RIGHT NOW YEP YEP. Realizing that maybe he’s trying to cover for her excuse to the aristocrat earlier. 

Silvio’s grinning, but then he turns to the aristocrat and brushes him off, stating he doesn’t know who the guy is but he shouldn’t dare touch someone else’s woman - specifically, this woman is his.

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235 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#4

Cute tsun cute tsun cute tsun alert

252 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

#3

Pace non trovo - IkePri (Silvio)

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Silvio Ricci/MC (Emma)

Warnings: None - not even spoilers really, just speculation

Summary: Silvio sets out to discover what it takes to buy Emma…but the true cost isn’t something either of them expects. (6.7k YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT WHY BRAIN words of snark and fluff, SFW)

Author’s Note: Frankly I’m just tired of looking at this. It’s long and I’ll never be happy with it but I want it out there before Cybird undermines all my ideas. And the gratuitous Italian is all my own headcanon.

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260 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#2

Silvio Ricci - 1st Birthday (His POV) - Yet Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: “Cut it out, back off!”)

Here is my irreverent, only nominally-guaranteed accurate rendition of Silvio’s 1st birthday story in his POV.

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Birthdays are the easiest occasion of the year to close a deal. No time to rest, as many merchants come looking for investments - Silvio’s never had any doubts on that matter. In fact, he’s always thought it was the best way to celebrate a birthday.

Until that cheeky woman prodded a sore spot.

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“You’re late,” he tells her, when he finally sees her amidst the hectic preparations for his birthday party. Pissy because she's dawdled when a few hours prior he’d summoned her with an invitation.

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281 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ahhh, he looks so happy they both do 🥺 - or at least he was until he realized Emma was faking sleep when she started giggling over him being mushy while she was 😘

310 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

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[jamiscrazy4krerdly]

Happy Mermay gamers!! To celebrate I ate a gummy bear and wrote an ENTIRE 60 Chapter mermaid Krerdly fanfic just last night!! Not really but trust me I am tempted, instead here’s something smaller because I found the concept funny. I call this one… “Fishing For Crits”!

EXT. SECLUDED ROCKY SHORE SIDE - SUNSET

Merbird Berdly, posing tentatively against a rock with soggy feathers: I concur, you WOULD make good company for my impending excursions… alas, the only way for us to walk along the same soil is if I beseech THE SEA WITCH *lightning strike x4* to grant me a pair of stick-structured chicken legs and you’d be a PLEBIAN to think I’d go to such lengths for a single travel companion- ACK!

Kris cannonballs into the water, splashing the avi-phibian and further dampening his vaguely water resistant feathers.

Kris, grinning cheekily behind their already kelp-filled hair: Lets go turn me into a merperson.

Kris snatches up Berdly’s wing in their fishnet-styled, fingerless glove covered hands and watches him expectantly.

Berdly, adjusting his glasses (GOGGLES??) as his seafoam irises glimmer: Y-yes! Lets!

-one epic five-minute-swim adventure later-

Kris with their head in an air bubble: *signing at Catti that ghoul should totally give them gills and shit*

Catti with tentacle hair or whatever: k *blasts them with dark magic*

And then Kris swims out the door and shows Berdly (who was required to wait outside) that they are a mer now!!!! YAY!! Then the two of them go off to dress up and travel together and MAYBE fall in love, idk… you can’t really say for sure… its up to interpretation, really… (they eventually make a habit of gazing longingly into each others’ eyes and exchanging ocean facts late into the night as they lock their tails together and lay alongside one another at the bottom of the sea).

The End!!!!

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Okie that was fun, I’m just gonna type a bunch of randomly selected but definitely Deltarune related thoughts down now. :P

You won’t even believe which character I’m not done talking excessively about yet- it’s CATTI!! This demigirl just unlocked a new pronoun and by the goddess it is he. WOOHOO! Rockin that She/He/Ghoul swag… I probably won’t actively use it in my w.i.p fics because there’s almost always someone with a he pronoun on screen and I don’t want all that stuff to get jumbled up but it will DEFINITELY be in the fic tags and perhaps actively said by Catti ghoulself. YAYAYA!! Y’all have no idea how long I’ve been itching to post about this, applying the he pronoun to ghoul just makes so much sense to me idk how to describe it but yeah. YEAH!

I’m genuinely terrified of writing a Catti POV fic thing because I love a good side character that makes a lasting impression but I could TOTALLY flesh ghoul out more if I tried… maybe after I get through my current projects I’ll consider it.

SPEAKING OF PROJECTS!! I may or may not have three now. Derp. The new one is smaller and I’ll probably be done with it first to get it out of the way but I don’t plan to post it until the first two projects are done but yeah. Don’t think I’m going to do a Halloween fic afterall ;n; but there’s always next year.

Btw this is random but in my first ever Krerdly fic I had the two attend this thing called Alternative Prom and apparently that doesn’t… HAPPEN in the mainland?? I feel like I made it pretty clear what it was but I’m making a callback to it in my super secret fourth project *GASP* so I mine as well address it: Alternative Prom is a dance held specifically for LGBTQ+ teens, basically. I went once when I was in 8th grade and it was MAGICAL y’all… and then I proceeded to NEVER GET TO GO AGAIN because it got cancelled due to covid hitting during my freshman year and it hadn’t recovered by the time I graduated my senior year (this year) so yeah. I really hope it comes back for the future teens tho!! I MIGHT be romanticizing it a bit but oh my godssss was it such a fun night. I still have the rainbow flower crown and pin as a souvenir. I used to wear my pride shit to school like allll the time, I was a rainbow princex and shit!!! Hell yeah!! I’m a frickin inspiration!!

Ok ok less about me now. I lowkey already outright said so in my Valentines fic but I headcanon that Kris and Catti are exes, right? Well it’s about time that I reveal the dramatic story behind their breakup… Kris wanted to kindate Beastboy and Raven from Teen Titan with ghoul and when ghoul said no it was all over. </3 I hope I didn’t make anyone too emotional with that one. /s

BY THE WAY… a new challenger might have entered the ring that is my infested brain. I’m definitely not gonna tell you guys because it’s my little secret OK FINE it’s M.K!! They are the guy ever and I’m DEFINITELY biased due to their iconic role in Undertale (ty Ask Frisk and Co. ask blog for changing my life for the better). Anyway so yeah they’re awesome and they’re precious and if I’m alone for two seconds I’m going to start shipping them with everybody so. Uhm. Idk if the world is ready for my M.K x Berdly rare pair…

BUT THEY BETTER BE READY FOR CATSEI because it’s been festering in my mind an d oo ooh my g osh… it is so based……………. almost too based, honestly. Like in my headcanon-ing brain the puzzle pieces fit together really well (fashionista x fashion designer) but I don’t. Know... there’s like a mental block that’s not letting me enjoy much past the original idea of their first meeting. If I try to envision their domestic life together I end up with big blurry blanks in the picture where their bodies should be. Which is PRECISELY WHY in my SUPER SECRET FOURTH PROJECT that isn’t super secret anymore they will undertake a magical adventure together through a dark world and tighten their bonds and Jockington will tag along and maybe put them in precarious situations and help them… do something idk it’s just a spontaneously slapped on B-Plot addition to one of my older Krerdly fic ideas but idk maybe something beautiful will bloom out of it!! IN DUE TIME, because it’s gonna take a while. Yea yea yea. Plus I need the excuse to write Ralsei more. His jolly little clap has been one of my dominating stims for a while now.

Also!! Also!!!!! Uhm!! @v@‘ Not super related at all but as I briefly mentioned I finished high school recently and it’s scary (bad thing) and I’m not in contact with anyone I know from there anymore (good thing) and like I’m kind of a bump on a log that’s in dire need of a job (the library thing was a student position) and am definitely nearing a low mentally (very bad thing) BUT I am battling so hard and writing helps so much (it’s like the only active thing in my life right now lol) and yeah… it’s giving going into chat rooms in Amino and telling people I’m depressed (NOT SOMETHING I DID I SWEAR)

As a reward for making it this far here’s two out of four of my outfit boards for my not-so-secret third project that isn’t coming out anytime soon!! Once again featuring my ultra cringe sprite edit of Kris that gets me giggling every time and doesn’t even apply here because both of their eyes will be concealed in this one but yeah!

It’s so obvious I’m a Nintendo kid it’s not even funny. -v- (HIGHLY EMBARRASSING!!)

[the-political-library]

Intro post

Fair warning: I am not a professional I am simply someone with an interest in this topic and wishes to make this information public and easily accessible, I am human I do not know everything and am subject to error if I am wrong about something or perhaps and idea is not fully agreed upon please please please correct me

Hello everyone welcome to my library. I’m the librarian, Alexa, the main point of this library is to detail information about various political ideologies and general philosophical ideas.

Asks are open btw

The idea is to learn about different political ideologies and philosophical ideas and then detail out their beliefs and ideals, just generally what they’re all about and hopefully people can use this to possibly find this information and make an informed decision about what they believe, I also want this to hopefully act as a useful source for people who are interested in studying political ideas and general philosophy so they can more easily find information and sources, essentially I want this to act as a decent source and jumping off point for those studies

I also want to use this to share various forms of literature, essays, videos etc etc for people to use this in their research. I hope this blog can also help people to make more informed decisions about what they believe and what others (specifically politicians) actually believe especially those who are coming of voting age, in a world where different political parties and belief systems tend to hide their true beliefs and attempt to suppress information I want to give an easy place for people to find them.

Along with sharing different sources, I’m also going to provide my notes on those sources for those who may be interested as well as allow some who may be follow the specific ideas the work touches on to maybe correct or expand on my interpretations before I make a breakdown post on the specific idea (of course people are still welcome to provide corrections and expansion even once I’ve made the post I will happily make corrections, just message me or comment I want this to be as accurate as possible) I will also create discussion threads for people to share ideas, information or their interpretations about the ideas (not argue! Please do not argue with others within the comments or reblogs of my posts this is meant to be a safe space for civil discussion, disagreements and discussion are fine, fighting is not)

I am also planning to provide information about different political candidates and political parties (mostly for the US as that’s where I’m from but I hope to cover other countries)

Once again please keep in mind that I am not an expert and I will make mistakes, please correct me on stuff I want to be as impartial and accurate as possible

Rules:

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Tldr: this is meant to be impartial I don’t want to paint any ideology or idea as better than another if you feel I am doing that or perhaps my personal bias is affecting my posts please inform me. Idk what I’m going to do with more dangerous ideologies (such as nazism) I don’t want to promote the spread of those ideas but I still wish to allow people to learn about them, I have some ideas how to handle this idk tho (open to suggestions). Once again no fighting. Please be respectful if you’re I am willing to block you. I am open to any suggestions for sources I should look into and ideologies I may not have looked into (I don’t know them all so suggestions are more than welcome) I am also always open to corrections.

(That was a way longer tldr than I expected lol)

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Personal notes: insert link

Ideological Information posts: insert link

I think these are the proper tags for this if not please let me know

Alright I think that’s all for now

[funkylittlebats]

(tags from @comixandco)

#i don’t have all my thoughts aligned so i’m going to dump them and if they make sense? hooray!#there’s something to be said about how all of the lives she chose for them fell to ruin directly because of the memory wipe#i mean to a certain extent for magnus it was just incredibly bad luck#but over the course of 100 years he learnt so much and matured and i’m certain that red robe magnus would have treated kalen differently#than young magnus who believes in change and second chances for all like magnus will always try to help others and give them second chances#but red robe magnus lived way too long to let his guard down so soon after the rebellion (then again. red robe magnus Is the one who walked#into the desert and almost died so maybe i’m wrong lol) But like. res robe merle wanted to settle down on the beach and relax but young(er)#merle joined the ipre because he wasn’t ready to settle down and wanted to explore and have adventures! of course he was going to become#dissatisfied with his life and try to escape it it wasn’t something he wanted yet#and taako has always been sharp-edged and closed-off to strangers even when he was with lup#but without lup ever existing in his memory he went through his hard childhood on his own and he doesn’t like depending on others#and he doesn’t like sharing the spotlight. and why should he? he’s the only person like him in the world why would co-operation come#naturally to him? even if sazed hadn’t started working for him i don’t think taako’s cooking show was sustainable#because it’s not something he could have ever run by himself entirely and there was something that made his skin crawl every time he had to#work with somebody else right up until he met magnus and merle#who were also assholes. and pushed his nerves right back but never held anything against him. and something clicked about being around them#like he’d known them all his life even though they’d never met#idk idk does this make sense?#like. their lives didn’t work out because it was catering to the people they had become during their 100 journey#not who they had been and were reverted back to when lucretia wiped their brains#she didn’t fully think through what taking their memories would do to them and it ended up backfiring on the plans she’d made with the best#of intentions. i mean we Know she didn’t realise what it would do to them because she was so caught off-guard by davenport#do you think she’d planned him a life too? before his mind got so wringed and emptied#griffin probably said in the podcast and i’ve forgotten lol

STOP MAKING ME FEEL EMOTIONAL ON MY OWN POST

This is so good and true and aaaaaaaaaaaaah. Also, Griffin does give us a Watsonian explanation of why Davenport's memory was so barren, and it happens to be one of my favorite (of many) quotes from Balance: "For our captain—his life was the mission. He was impossible to edit around, so... his name was all he kept." (spoken by Lucretia in the last Lunar Interlude). This never made much sense to me, though, as the THB got to keep the memories of their childhood and such... but it lead to a headcanon that just got fleshed out even further thanks to your tags

Davenport, like Lucas Miller, had been fascinated with the planar system from a young age. We know so little about Dav, but I believe he must've had someone close to him growing up who studied the planes and taught him about it. Davenport grew up wanting to become what so many little kids want to become. An astronaut. And so he dedicated his life to that. From a very young age, he wanted to lead an expedition to different planes. Truly, his life was the mission.

But I think you're right. I think Lucretia hoped he would've been able to retain enough memories that wouldn't have been covered in her stories to live a good life. I don't know what she would have planned for Davenport (again, his canon is very elusive, even as far as rich personality traits), but she would have put a lot of thought and tears into trying to come up with something good enough for him.

I think that as he tried to remember his life before the IPRE, his mind kept trying to remember their journey as well. I think that it got to a point where if he didn't forget those memories as well, his brain would've fried. I think Fisher could tell, after 70 years spent on the ship. I think Fisher screamed when he felt Davenport's mind being torn apart. I think he blocked him from remembering, little by little, piece by piece, until- His name was all he kept. And I think it all happened before Lucretia got the first of the boys dropped off.

Anyway... your tags brought me to ANOTHER interesting and equally depressing thought! What could she have had planned for Barry?

I mean, he lost the love the defined him even before she made him forget about her.

Hey Taz Balance fans how do we feel about Lucretia striving to choose lives for her friends that she thought they could find joy and peace in (the beach with family for Merle, Raven's Roost for Magnus, a whole traveling cooking show for Taako) and checking up on them to see them safe and happy and using that as her only rock in her lonely and doomed mission to recover the relics, only to watch all three of their lives fall apart (Merle's lovless marriage + running out on his family, Governor Kalen destroying Raven's Roost and killing the love of Magnus's life and his father in law, the poisoning in Glamor Springs that led to Taako believing he'd killed 40 people and having to abandon his dream job). How de we feel about that gang.

[valodia]

Colored Gwyneth’s card super quick so here he is.

[nickfowlerrr]

pretty when you cry - chapter eleven

series masterlist / my writing playlist / chapter twelve (a)

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ only. this is a short chapter. a little sweet and angsty. dubcon relationship. early stages of stockholm syndrome? idk. honestly not a lot happens here, but if i’m missing anything that should be tagged pls let me know.

words: 3.5k

notes: first things first!!! yes, i am posting on a new blog. i made a new account and all updates and new fics will only be posted here - @bellasburdens - and reblogged to my fic library @bellaslieberry. bellareadsandrecs will still be up for now but i will not be posting or updating on there at all so please give this new blog a follow instead. thank you :)

okay now for the chapter notes -

i lied again lol

mean!bucky will actually be coming back in the next chapter. i just keep adding things and i can’t stop myself 💀 this chapter is short, deceptively sweet, and angsty but chapter twelve will be a lot more dark (or so i’m planning) so get ready

this chapter is kinda stupid and all over the place and barely tracks but it’s okay bc next chapter doesn’t suck so lets just look forward to that lol

bucky and reader are such hopeless romantics it makes me so sad :( why’d everything go so wrong :(

anyway i hope you guys enjoy this chapter! or not! no hard feelings lol. feedback and comments are more than welcome and always appreciated - please let me know what you think! and thank you for reading and reblogging.

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

You woke up with a start, that feeling of panic heavy on your chest as you looked around the dark room, heart pounding as your eyes tried to scan your surroundings - finding nothing familiar. The heavy arm that wrapped around you and the feeling of Bucky's warmth radiating from behind you reminded you where you were and helped you to find your calm as you willed your heart to slow down and took measured breaths.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep,” Bucky murmured in your ear, his voice sounding deeper than usual and thick with sleep. You momentarily felt badly for waking him up, but the sweat still on your skin and the sticky feeling of his spend between your legs was your main concern. You tried to get up from the bed, but Bucky stopped you, pulling you tighter against him.

“I need the bathroom, Bucky,” you complained.

He drew in a deep breath before he threw the covers off of himself and got out of the bed while you stayed where you were. He stood and stared at you from the end of the bed for a moment before impatiently gesturing for you to get up. You rolled your eyes as you gripped the comforter, eyeing the throw blanket that was crumpled at the end of the bed, hanging onto the footboard. You sat up and grabbed it, wrapping it around yourself before you neared him, his eyes never leaving you.

You assumed he was going to take you to a bathroom somewhere down the hall maybe, but when he approached a closed door on the opposite wall in the same room and opened it to reveal the master bath, you looked over at him incredulously. Did he really get up out of bed just to walk you not even ten feet across the room? Where exactly did he think you were going to go?

He opened the door and flicked on the light, causing you to wince slightly as your eyes tried to adjust. And then he just stood there in the doorframe. You looked at him and he just extended his arm into the bathroom, gesturing for you to enter.

“Are you serious?” you asked, annoyed.

“You said you needed the bathroom,” he responded.

“Yeah, I didn’t need an escort across the room. And I certainly don’t need you watching me while I’m in here,” you said as you passed him, entering the room, “So, if you’d move,” you continued as you tried to shut the door while he was still in the doorframe.

His hand held the door and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Don’t lock it,” he said before letting you close it on him. You shut the door and, of course, immediately locked it, earning a harsh growl of your name in return from the other side of the wood.

“What do you think I’m gonna do, Bucky? Crawl out of the window with nothing but a fucking blanket around me and run away?” you snarked.

“Unlock it. Now,” he said seriously. You rolled your eyes but relented. He threw the door open the second you did as he told you to and followed you further inside the room.

You ignored him as you looked around the bathroom. To your left was a mirror and a set of sinks along the wall. To the right was a large walk in shower, which looked very tempting at the moment. Straight across from you was a huge bathtub set in front of a large window, which had the blinds slightly open, letting the moonlight shine in some. As you walked further in, Bucky following your every move, you saw another door to the left which was open, inside was the toilet. As much as you had to pee, you walked past it to see what was on the other side of the wall. You found another large mirror in front of another sink and next to it was what you assumed was a towel closet.

His bathroom alone was nicer than the entirety of your house and it was nearly spotless, too. There was no way he could afford this house by himself just off of the business his shop got, you were sure of it. You just didn’t know what other business he conducted outside of that that could afford him a place like this. You didn’t really want to know, either.

So instead of asking, you turned back and walked through the door leading to the toilet.

“Am I allowed to close this one?” you asked sarcastically as you turned to look at Bucky leaning on the wall next to the shower.

He smirked before answering you, “Yeah, you’re allowed to close that one.”

You clenched your jaw and shut the door harsher than necessary. You used the toilet and cleaned yourself up as best you could but still felt sticky all over. And you wreaked of sex. You walked out and to the nearest sink to wash your hands, struggling to keep the throw around you as you did.

He walked up behind you as you were trying to dry your hands and yanked the blanket from your naked body.

“Bucky!” you yelped. Immediately you tried to cover yourself with one arm while attempting to grab the throw from him with the other, but he wouldn’t let you have it. Instead, he dropped it on the floor, pulled your arm away from your body and pulled you into him as you pouted and avoided his eye.

“We’re both up now, might as well shower, too,” he suggested as he gazed down at you pouting against his chest. You didn’t respond, so he continued, “I’ll be right back. Let the water get warm,” he said after letting you go and turning the shower on, then leaving the room completely.

After watching him go, you walked into the shower and tested the water that was falling from the ceiling shower head. You felt sweaty and gross and were actually thankful Bucky suggested the shower so that you wouldn’t have to ask. There was a bench along the left wall of the shower and shelves along the back wall near the faucet handles.

When the water was warm, you walked fully into the shower, letting the water rain down on you. As cleansing as the water felt, you knew you wouldn’t be or feel clean until you scrubbed your skin with body wash. Cursing at yourself for not looking for some sort of washcloth or towel before getting wet, you debated just walking to the otherside of the bathroom and getting the floor wet in search of one before Bucky came back in. In his hand was the bag you had packed with all of your toiletries. He put it on the counter and started taking everything out of it as you watched him. You don’t know why you were so surprised, of course he had no qualms about going through your things, but still, you were.

And when he started putting some of your things in drawers and cabinets, you finally recalled what he had said before you passed out on his bed earlier. He wanted you to stay here with him. He was planning on keeping you here with him. But that couldn’t happen. You had a house, rent, two jobs, you had obligations and responsibilities. You couldn’t stay here. You needed to go home. But it was so late.. or early? You didn’t even know what time it was. And you were hardly in a position to argue with Bucky right now. You needed to calm down and take it one thing at a time. You were already here and you needed to shower, so you decided to focus on just that for now.

“What time is it?” you asked him as he continued taking things out of your bag and placing them where he saw fit.

“2:27,” he responded while he set your toothbrush near his in one of the holders he had on the counter. You nodded to yourself before you asked your next question.

“Do you have a washcloth I can use?”

He didn’t answer, just walked to the other side of the bathroom. You heard the cabinet open and close and he came back with a couple of washcloths and two fluffy bath towels in hand. He hung up both towels on the towel rack right outside the shower and grabbed your bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash off the counter before walking into the shower to join you. He handed you a washcloth and set the bottles on one of the shelves near his own.

“I need the-” you were going to ask for the body wash before he turned around with it in his hand. He took the now wet cloth from you and instead of squeezing the soap onto it, he put it directly on you, squirting the body wash onto your chest, the cool soap shocking your skin briefly, before he began to run the cloth along your body, washing you himself.

You were quiet as you watched him be so attentive and caring. Internally reveling at his touch, letting him turn and move you any way he wanted. He washed from your neck to your arms, and down your torso before he turned you around and washed down your back and down your legs before he came back up and turned you back around to face him. He slipped his hand between your legs, nudging you to spread your legs and you did so, hesitantly. He ran the cloth up and down your inner thighs and up and around your hips and ass before you spoke softly. “Okay,” you said, urging him back to stand at his full height. He threw the cloth on the bench before he looked back down at you, admiring you standing defenselessly before him. You turned around once again and let the water wash the soap off of you before you moved to wash yourself a little more intimately between your legs with the water.

Bucky was washing his own body when you finally felt fully washed and cleaned. You stared at him as his back was to you now and… wanted to cry. You wished it was always like this - that it could have been like this from the start. Loving, gentle, intimate. You could see it all playing out in your head now.

In a perfect world, where Bucky wasn’t so fucking stupid, it would have been different. Maybe you would have seen each other at the bar, but then probably wouldn’t have said anything to each other. Some time later, maybe you would have met at the diner.. and then maybe you and him would have picked up on your connection. But, it would take a while before anything came of it, knowing yourself and knowing how Bucky initially felt about finding his soulmate. Maybe there would have just been days of him coming into the bar or the diner while you worked, and maybe he’d barely talk to you, but, who knows, maybe eventually some faithful intervention would have occurred, forcing you two together. Maybe he could have been your knight in shining armor, maybe he would have come to your defense or maybe he would have found you like a damsel in distress, crying or having a panic attack (more likely than you’d like to admit), or just, something and he would so easily soothe you… and then, hey, maybe you both would go your separate ways. But then, maybe he’d show up to your house and tell you how he can’t stop thinking about you. How he can feel you, and how he’s sure you feel the pull, too. And you’d admit that you did. That you couldn’t stop thinking about him, either. You’d easily accept that you were soulmates. And then, maybe he’d ask you to go to dinner with him. And from there, something beautiful could grow. Something sweet and simple and pure. But this wasn’t a perfect world. And Bucky could be really fucking stupid. Stupid and selfish.

And yet, here you were. Showering with him and somehow feeling like you were the most important thing in the world to him. You felt it in his touch and you could swear you saw it in his eyes as he stared at you like you were a perfectly imperfect work of art. You thought again of fate. How you could imagine some fated intervention forcing you two together. And you thought, maybe it had. Maybe that was exactly what happened. What if that was the only way to bring your union together? What if everything happened exactly the way it had to so that you two could be together. How beautifully fucked that would be. Tragically, cosmically, unfair. It just seems more and more like you never had a choice. Neither of you did. Maybe there could be some solace to find in that. It was always outside of your control. But how different things could be if it wasn’t. That would always taunt you. Haunt you. Could you ever let that go?

You hadn’t realized you actually started crying until you were back in Bucky’s arms, water pouring down on the both of you as he shushed you, almost caringly.

“What if I say I don't want this?” you questioned weakly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said softly against your temple as your face was tucked down into him, “Even if that were true,” he murmured before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, “It’s not up to you,” he finished as you shuddered and cried into him, wrapping your arms desperately around him as he held you and swayed with you gently under the still falling water.

“It’s gonna be okay. I promise. I’ve got you. No matter what, I’ve got you,” he spoke into your hair, holding you a little longer and a little tighter before he gently pulled away from you to shut the water off. You stayed in your spot, wiping the tears away as he grabbed one of the towels for you and wrapped it around your body before securing his own around his waist.

You spent a while longer in the bathroom, really taking your time to go through what you could of your usual nighttime routine. When you walked back into the master, you found Bucky finishing putting clean sheets on the bed, wearing only a pair of sweats. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed as he watched you approach, still holding the towel around your body.

“Your bags are right there,” he said, gesturing toward the doors of the walk in closet. You went over and looked through them before you found a pair of underwear and one of your pajama shirts. You decided to forgo a bra and didn’t bother finding a pair of shorts, you didn’t really see the point in searching for them when you were on the verge of passing out yet again, exhaustion taking over you. You shimmied on your underwear and after dropping the towel, pulled the sleep shirt on. You weren’t sure where to put the towel, suddenly concerned with manners before Bucky called you over to him, telling you to just throw it in the bathroom.

“Come here,” he beckoned. You walked over slowly and when you were near enough, his hands found your waist and he pulled you to him, looking up at you from where he sat, obviously noticing your renewed tiredness. He held you for a moment and it was peaceful in the silence as he rested his head against you, your hands trepidatiously reaching out to him, your fingers running through his damp hair before he pulled away slightly.

“God, you’re everything. Everything I want. Everything I need. Everything I never knew I was looking for,” he said quietly, leaning up to punctuate each sentence with a kiss to your pliant lips as he still held you by your waist. “I’m sorry I tried to make you think different. But I’m not letting you go now,” You bit your lip as you looked at him, his eyes filled with so much sincerity you had to look away.

“I know you're still tired. Lay down,” he said as he pulled you onto the bed. As you moved to adjust yourself more comfortably on the mattress, he positioned himself to spoon you from behind.

“I love you,” he whispered to you. Your heart clenched and as you let the words sink in, you turned slowly into him, your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you once again. His comfort coaxing you to sleep.

You woke up as the sun began to rise, with Bucky in a deep slumber beside you. Being as quiet and careful as you could, you left the bed and grabbed the first pair of bottoms you saw in your bag still on the floor. You pulled the loose shorts on and wandered downstairs, all the while keeping an eye on Bucky’s sleeping figure while you backed out of the doorway before heading down. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do in all honesty, but you thought it would be smart to at least know where your keys were. A part of you wanted to stay and wait for Bucky to get up so you could talk to him but another part wanted to just find your keys and go home to be alone and figure things out away from him for the time being.

You couldn’t keep denying it anymore, that you knew. Whether you wanted to or not, you were with Bucky, for real now. But what was that going to entail? How quickly were things going to change. How much could you take so soon? You hadn’t forgiven him yet and you weren’t sure if you ever would, but you knew that despite it all, you loved him. Your soul ached for him and you couldn’t change that. And fighting it had brought nothing but more pain and hurt from both sides.

You know the end. You just need time to process the inbetween. Everything that has happened so far and everything that is bound to follow.

It’s just, it’s so good when you’re with him. You could almost forget the bad. Maybe one day you’ll be able to completely. To just be present and allow the love to flow instead of trying to deny it. To allow yourself to forget what he did. Maybe one day you won’t even think of it anymore. Wouldn’t that be nice. You almost laughed to yourself as you thought those stupid thoughts.

Really, though, what was the point? Why keep hurting yourself to keep him away when it’s inevitable. Everything is so much simpler, easier, when you just stop fighting.

But, fuck, he didn’t deserve to get off so easy. You could never do anything to hurt him the way he hurt you. Never. And maybe it was a good thing you kept reminding him of how much he fucked things up. There would always be a little part of you that hated him for it. And if you had to feel it, then he should have to, too. He has to live with what he did, just like you have to.

You know he loves you and he wants you, needs you. But you weren’t going to make it easy for him. Not when you could help it. You had gone through your bag that was still downstairs and searched all around the foyer looking for your keys, even going as far as out to your car to see if they were left inside or maybe he had dropped them out there last night. You had decided that you did want to go home. You figured some alone time would do you good, and you were sure Bucky would come get you soon enough anyway. Maybe you would leave him a note, just so he wouldn’t go full psycho stalker when he realized you were gone. But you couldn’t find them. You were frustrated now as you walked back inside and closed the front door quietly, picking up your bag to look through it one last time, just in case.

You felt him behind you before you heard him, and you could tell without even seeing him that he was upset yet again. More than upset, you thought, as you could practically feel his anger the closer he got to you. So much so that you stopped moving completely, feeling frozen in place as you waited with baited breath for him to speak - almost scared to make any sudden movements. The intensity coming from him was overwhelming and you wanted to say something, to explain. You knew how this looked. It looked like you were trying to run away from him again. And he had already made it clear he wasn’t going to let that happen. You didn’t know what he was going to do, how he was about to react, but if last night was any indication, you had a feeling it wouldn’t be all too pleasant for you if he got even more possessive. If you could just explain, though, maybe he’d see where you were coming from. If you could just get the words out…

[gryffindormischief]

Hey if you are still looking for requests for Hinny fluff can you please write something about Harry being hit on by muggles and him being confused because he is not “the chosen one” in the muggle world, and Ginny having to explain that he is good looking?

A/N: idk what even happened to this lol xD I hope it brings a laugh or two.

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"That looks amazing on you.”

Harry startles and turns, putting an end to his examination of his own reflection. “I - thanks.”

Refocusing, Harry fumbles for the tag. It’s a bit too pricey, honestly. He just saw it on the mannequin in the window and Harry nearly mistook it for Sirius. It feels childish, really, to impulse buy a coat because it reminds him of his godfather.

Then again he does need - 

“Especially with your styling.”

His fan club has grown - two women linger just off to the side, watching. All Harry can think is this is one of those fancy shops where salespeople earn commissions.

“I’m not quite sure but - ”

“Well you should be,” the dark haired woman steps closer and brushes her hand over his shoulders, “It fits like a glove.”

Harry stiffens and sidesteps away, pulling the jacket off and reclaiming his own. “What’s your return policy?”

“Return - ” shoulder toucher shoots a glance toward her friend, “Oh well we actually don’t work here.”

Harry pauses his retelling and ruffles his hair.

“So then what happened?” Ginny prompts.

“They asked me to dinner!” Harry yelps, earning a couple of odd glances from patrons nearby.

Dinner arrives and Harry barely registers any of it until his napkin-bundled silverware nudges his hand. “It actually is dinner time Potter.”

Harry glances up at Ginny, who’s currently buttering a roll, apparently without a care in the world. “Why are you - ”

“Did you buy the jacket?” Ginny asks, eyes rolling back a bit when she bites into her roll. “You won’t like these - I’ll go ahead and eat them. Spare you.”

“You aren’t - ”

“Surprised? Upset?”

He grabs a roll and breaks off a piece, the scent of baked cheddar tickling his nostrils. “Well. Yeah. I was,” a pause while he chews - the roll and the thought, “it was a muggle shop!”

Ginny finally does look surprised and perhaps a bit upset, pausing halfway through her second roll to stare across the dimly lit table. “Are you - ” she blinks slowly, “You’re not fucking with me?”

“Well - ”

“Don’t say ‘not currently’ and wriggle your eyebrows.”

Harry pouts.

“Do you not know you’re fit?” Ginny finally asks after a few false starts.

“I’m alright - less scrawny than I was at Hogwarts,” Harry shrugs, sipping his cider.

“No I mean you’re fit Harry,” Ginny says with a shake of her head, “Like brooding rockstar throw you my knickers fit - you get knickers owled to you!”

“Maybe don’t shout that in a muggle pub, dear,” Harry laughs, “But really that’s my point. Those women didn’t know I’m The Boy Who Lived. I get knickers because of my reputation.”

The waiter chooses that beautifully perfect moment to check in about the status of their entrees and Harry barely manages to carry on the back and forth. It’s essentially a one man conversation as Ginny has dissolved into giggles and poor Henry is blushing head to toe.

Once he departs with promises of imminent food delivery and a refresher on their drinks and Ginny’s tears let up enough for her to dab them away, she pins him with a long look. “Harry, Boy Who Lived or no, you are an absolute treat for the eyes.”

“I’m a treat?” Harry smirks.

“Delicious,” Ginny nods with an answering grin.

“Yummy?”

“I could eat you up,” Ginny confirms with an exaggerated wink.

“Am I lickable?”

A choking sound followed by the clattering of some dinnerware comes from somewhere over Harry’s shoulder and he turns to find Henry covered in what appears to luckily be two fresh ciders as opposed to a roast chicken and accompanying sides.

When said meal does appear, a nervous busboy does the honors, and later the expected bill is brought by Fatima, who apologizes for Henry’s abrupt ‘personal emergency’ and subsequent departure before the close of their dinner.