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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Keeper of the Lost Cities Series - Shannon Messenger Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keefe Sencen & Fitz Vacker, Keefe Sencen/Fitz Vacker, Dex Dizznee & Fitz Vacker, Dex Dizznee/Fitz Vacker Characters: Della Vacker, Biana Vacker, Alden Vacker, Sophie Foster Additional Tags: Background dellivvy, background qualden, Break Up, friendship edition, Post-Canon, Author projecting onto Fitz Vacker, Alcohol, Allusions to metaphorical/general self harm & use of poor mental health as a manipulation tactic, cursing, The fedex snuck in there, Angst, Moving On Summary:

There is no pain like the person who knows you the best deciding they don’t want to know you anymore. Keefe Sencen and Fitz Vacker are no exception.

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Sizel? (Sandor and Grizel)

hi!! please pick a prompt lmao its my pinned post <3

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hekster?

51. "I can't breathe" + Hekster (Stina/Sophie)

Stina exhales harshly through her mouth, staring at Dex and Biana in plain loathing. All their team-building exercises had crumbled without Sophie, because there they stood, on the opposite side of Stina again, drawing a clear line between them. And it wasn't even her fault this time!

No really, it wasn't. She had entered the room, ready and willing to try with them, not happy but not outright hostile. They clearly had no such qualms, the way they kept glancing at her and whispering to each other. Oh really, they were government officials now! This wasn't some petty little argument in the halls of foxfire. Forgive her for expecting some shred of maturity. Wylie, the one person who could be counted to not be a fucking twit the entire time, had been busy elsewhere. His father, Stina guessed.

Stina refused to admit it, but some part of her ached from this obvious snubbing. Did she not deserve even an explanation, or at least some base level of respect? No, apparently not, because Biana glanced back up again, and then diverted her gaze immediately when she found Stina's eyes locked onto her. Stina didn't look away, and watched them shift uncomfortably under her gaze. Let them. If they didn’t have the decency to talk to her, they didn’t deserve the comfort.

Just then, the doors flew open again, and Sophie re-entered. She had exited the room in a bit of a hurry, but when she entered, she was relaxed as she could be, even giving Stina a small smile that she couldn't help but return. Take that, she thought viciously towards Dex and Biana. Sophie moved to take the seat next to Stina, not even giving the chair next to Dex a glance, which Stina also had to force herself not to feel things over. Dex and Biana, surprisingly, didn't try to say anything to her, or include her in their whispering against Stina. She didn't know whether or not to feel comforted by that. On one hand, maybe Sophie didn't want to shittalk her, but on the other.. well, Biana and Dex were supposed to be her friends.

Almost unknowingly, she reached out for Sophie's hand under the table. She didn't realised what she'd done until Sophie's hand was already touching hers, and by then it was too late to pull away, because Sophie's touch was electrical and calming in equal parts. Her skin, jittery from all the staring that her dear teammates had been doing, settled, but another dance started up somewhere else inside her. Something less nerve-wracking, but more intense. Stina never wanted to stop feeling it.

"I, uh, can we talk?" Sophie asked, after the meeting was over, her hand regretfully no linger clasped between Stina's. Dex and Biana had left the room, so it was just them, and the place between them that they're hands had bridged for the past half an hour.

"I don't know, it's difficult for some people," Stina replied reflexively, flexing her hands to hide how badly she wanted to reach for Sophie's, before threading her fingers together and fixing her gaze on the girl before her.

Sophie's lipped quirked up in a small smile, now that she’d long stopped taking offence over anything Stina said. She licked her lips, raised her hands as if to go tug at her eyelashes, and then shook her head as if preparing for something. Frankly, it was almost entertaining to watch.

"I— would you— can I? I mean— if you even, like, like— not that I'm saying you can't, like, I do! Like I mean—" Sophie sputtered out for a few seconds, her face turning redder with every failed attempt to convey what she meant. Stina stared at her.

"Are you dying?" She asked flatly.

"What? No! I'm trying to ask you out," Sophie snapped, and then her eyes widened. "I mean— well I mean, that was what I meant, but ah." A choked breath escaped her, and she squeaked out a small laugh. Stina's brain struggled to catch up with what she said. Ask her out what? Sophie took in a strangled breath, but then the silence stretched on, and she coughed.

And then again. She scrabbled for Stina's arm, elbow planted on the table, and immediately Stina's brain kickstarted. Asked her out, as in on a date! Sophie had asked her on a date! Or well, tried to. Currently, she seemed to be struggling to even squeeze any words out.

"I can't breathe," Sophie wheezed out finally, and that's what finally got Stina to thump her back, clear whatever had gotten stuck in her throat. After a few thumps, Sophie took in a deep breath, and then a few more. Stina waited for her to speak.

"Well?" Sophie prompted, when she'd gotten enough breath to speak.

"Well, what?" Stina replied, because she's not above being a little shit.

"Willyougooutwithme?" Sophie said, too quickly to have properly pronounced any of the words, and too eager to care.

"I'm sorry?" Stina asked, tilting her head down to glance at her, having far too much fun to stop.

Sophie, red faced and adorable, took a deep breath and repeated her question one last time.

"That depends on where," Stina mused aloud. Give her a break okay, she just saved Sophie's life. Let her have some fun.

"I know you're only doing this to piss me off but I will literally show you up," Sophie threatened, her eyes glinting. Stina had to tear her gaze away.

"You can't, Foster, I just saved your life."

"Endangered it more like! If you had replied a bit quicker, I wouldn't have coughed at all!"

"Are you blaming me for your own poor health?"

"Absolutely, yes. In this instance. If you'd replied quickly enough, I would've at least not coughed out of surprise."

"What if I said no?"

"I wouldn't have coughed out of embarrassment. And I would've quit this stupid job."

"Dammit, I knew I should've said no!"

"Fuck off, you already said yes."

On they went, bickering and arguing, their hands entwined the entire time.

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51?

HAI LADLE SORRY I FORGOT TO.MENTION PLEASE GIVE ME A SHIP OR I WILL CRY OF INDECISION 😭😭😭

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James being more concerned he likes Regulus than the fact he likes men is real to ME

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We need to go back to using sailing ships full time like immediately. Yes it would take longer to get places but the Aesthetic is unmatched

Like there is nothing sexier hthan this

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there are some ppl on here i am trying to become friends with. but even so that’s none of their business

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please please please send a prompt with a ship PLEASEEE

Drabble List #2

New drabble prompt list! Feel free to reblog!

“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Is that blood?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We all want to be somebody.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

“I believe in you.”

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in light of jkrs recent acephobic post, heres some of my favorite fics with asexual MARAUDERS era character <333

Let the Light In — calamitoustide — AroAce James Potter and Regulus Black — QPR Jegulus

The third option — ThisLiminialSpace — Asexual Regulus Black — Jegulus

Should I break up with my girlfriend? — FeelingTheDisAster — AroAce James Potter

A star for a summer's day — her_smile_forges_galaxies — Asexual Evan Rosier — Jegulus and RoseKiller as the main ships

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i love being a multi-shipper because yes, everybody fucked everybody and they all lived happily ever after

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For the Drabble prompts: #101 with Barty/Sirius?

"We all want to be somebody."

(cw: blood/torture)

Sirius has Moody strung up in the Shrieking Shack.

If he were actually Mad-Eye, that wouldn't have been possible. That man's got a constant vigilance that can't be faked, not entirely. Mimicked, maybe; made a mockery of, for sure, but copied? Precisely? No.

"Fuckin' knew it," Sirius mutters, pacing back and forth in front of Moody. Or not Moody, as it were. "Knew someone was after Harry... Put his name in—it was you, wasn't it? Whoever you are. Fucking idiot, that's who you are."

Not-Moody doesn't make a sound. He's very still against the wall, spread out eagle-wide, wooden leg lying on the floor. Sirius would feel a little bad about that if it were actually Moody.

What if it is? whispers a voice in Sirius' head. What if you've lost it and finally cracked and poor Moody is your victim?

A beat later, Sirius snorts at the mere thought. Moody's no one's victim, ever. Never was. Never would be. If this is really him, he'd consider himself responsible for letting himself get in this mess to begin with. They'd have a chat. They could talk it out. It's fine. Sirius isn't unreasonable.

Sirius is waiting. There was a flask of polyjuice on Moody, or not-Moody, which seems evident enough of foul-play. He also smells wrong. Smells like fear, and Moody never smelled like fear, even when he had every right to.

What tipped Sirius off, though, was a different smell. Caught the scent as Padfoot, fucking about and frolicking in the Forbidden Forest, chasing memories. Came back a little early, because Harry—well, he's a brat. Doesn't listen well. Offends easily, and too independent for his own good. Always in some kind of trouble, so what's a godfather to do besides come rushing back to keep him safe? Even if all he can do is hang about in caves and woods and eat rats. Not like he minds. He always pictures Peter. Enjoys the taste.

The scent—the thing is, the scent. It was something odd. Something a little dark. Something, quite frankly, that Sirius typically associated with his family. Especially Bellatrix. The scent wafting from her even floors down in Azkaban, so distant and faint that only her muffled laughter, so similar to his own, confirmed it was her.

This man has it. That scent. Not-Moody. Not Moody, because he'd never have it. Wouldn't be able to. Only very select people can put off that stench. His family, of course. Voldemort, as much as Sirius hates to admit it, and thanks to him, all his Death Eaters, too, since they wear his brand.

So, either this man is related to Sirius, or he's a Death Eater, or—more likely—both.

A stupid part of Sirius hopes it's Regulus. Knows it's not, but can't help but wish, anyway.

The dead don't come back to life.

Except, apparently, they do. Because when the polyjuice wears off, someone who's dead is what remains behind. Not Regulus. No, that boy. Crouch. A couple years behind Regulus. Died in Azkaban, didn't he?

Well, clearly not.

Sirius crosses his arms. Stares. Secretly a little affronted. He's the only one who's ever broken out of Azkaban. Just him. Takes pride in that, too.

Yet, apparently he isn't the only one. Here's this boy—no, a man now. Years it's been since he was a boy. Still a scrawny thing, though. Thin the way Sirius is. Malnourished. Hasn't been fed well. He's been playing as Moody presumably for the whole year so far, so he's had access to food, but it's no match for going a lot longer without.

"Bartemius, right?" Sirius asks, and the boy doesn't respond outside of the slightest clench in his jaw. "You're impersonating Mad-Eye. Put Harry Potter's name in the Goblet, too, I'll bet." Again, nothing. Sirius nods. "Alright, let's see how you hold up after a few days."

One thing Azkaban taught Sirius was patience. Also a healthy dose of revenge-induced bloodlust. Sirius can't get a hold of Peter, or Voldemort. But here's this boy who might have been in the wrong place at the wrong time when he got caught and sentenced to life in prison, yet there's a brand on his arm that fucking stinks, and Sirius has nothing but time and unlimited patience now to get the answers he wants.

Sirius was never squeamish, but he supposes Azkaban also taught him to be desensitized to misery. To pain. To torture and torment. Got used to it there, and finds himself numb to it now, here. Unbothered. A little bored, even.

Barty prefers to be called Barty, not Bartemius. He's a bit off in the head. Odd, really. Smart, practically a fucking genius, and he'd have to be to pull off everything he has, right under the noses of those like Dumbledore. Yet, he's strange about his own body. Detached from it. Doesn't seem to consider it his own. Talks about it like it's a tool, like Sirius can wield it however he likes, and it won't break Barty's mind. Talks about that, his mind, as if it's the only thing he owns. As if it's the only thing he knows.

"They tortured you," Sirius says, four days into his long, drawn-out investigation. "Voldemort. The Death Eaters. Probably my dear cousin, too, I'm sure."

"No," says Barty. "They never hurt me."

Sirius isn't sure he believes that. Barty is too accustomed to pain. Or no, his response suggests that. He detaches with startling ease. Retreats back into his own head. Hides somewhere. Sirius hasn't hurt him in days. Barely did the first day. Drew a little blood—knows how important blood is, especially to people like him—but hasn't done anything since. Changed tactics as soon as he knew he had to.

Sirius takes a bite out of a rat's tail, chewing thoughtfully. Barty pisses himself without flinching, without shame, as if it's not a filth he's responsible for, as if it doesn't touch him. Sirius cleans him with a flick of his wand, considering.

"So, who then?" Sirius points the half-eaten rat tail at him, eyebrows raised. "Who made you like this?"

"My father," Barty says dully. Retreated again. Distant. Hiding. He's more forthcoming like this. Speaks as if he's forced to. Trapped. Out of control.

It takes two more days for Sirius to get it out of him, anyway. What his dad did to him. Years of Imperio, total control over him, whole-body force. Only his mind to keep, and it remained out of reach until he got it back. He's never letting it go again.

It's a pitiful thing. Cruel. Sad.

Sirius uses it, of course.

"Right, well, I'll just have Dementors summoned for you, then," Sirius informs him. "Since you don't want to give me answers, I'll make sure you get kissed. Leaves you a shell, you know. You won't even have your mind, once it's done."

That does the trick. Everyone's got a breaking point, and Barty's a loyal bastard, perhaps especially to Voldemort most of all, but Voldemort isn't here, and Sirius is the only one who can save him from his fate now.

So, Barty gives in and comes clean. Took a while. Took longer than most, and the right kind of torment, the right kind of threat, but Sirius wasn't above it. Never would be, where his godson's safety is concerned.

Besides, Barty's stunted, like Sirius is. Emotionally. Physically. Got frozen in time, tossed in the deep end of a prison unlike any other, and never had the space to grow. Deep down, he's still that boy. Scared. Angry. Looking for everything his father wouldn't give him. Voldemort saw it, and used it. Bellatrix doted on him, too. Took care of him. He meant it when he said they never hurt him.

"You can't—" Barty shakes his head. "You can't let them do that to me. I'll—I can take you to Peter. I can—"

"Oh, don't worry, you and me—we're a package deal now, Bartemius," Sirius drawls, and doesn't even necessarily mind the thought, honestly. He's a bit lonely. Buckbeak isn't one to snuggle. "If you want to keep your life, and more importantly, your mind, you'll stick with me. If you try to run, I won't kill you. I'll capture you. And I'll drag you all the way back to Azkaban myself. You believe that?"

"Yes," Barty rasps.

"You've got a choice here," Sirius tells him. "I can't make it for you. We all want to be somebody, but I can't tell you who that is for you. So, what'll it be?"

"I just want to be me," Barty whispers.

Yeah, that's what Sirius thought.

Sirius nods and lets him down from the wall. He crumbles in on himself. He's been up there for over a week. Barely seems to conceptualize that his limbs are his own. Too long they spent on strings, perpetually someone else's puppet. It was invasive. Wrong. Repulsive.

Sirius can fix it. Can't do much right, these days, on the run as he is. Already fucked up too badly with those long gone, but this boy—this young man, only four years younger—is someone he can do right by.

Straighten him out. Save him, like he couldn't James. Protect him, like he couldn't Regulus. Give him someone worth being loyal to, like he couldn't the whole world.

Barty's still young. Stunted. Impressionable. Controlled by all those around him, desperate for someone to devote himself to. He'll be easy enough to manipulate. Not in a malicious way, but like a kicked puppy. Feed it well, pet it, teach it to do tricks, give it a home...

Well, if he's going to bite anyway, it doesn't hurt to spare those Sirius loves from the sting.

Besides, they're both on the run now. It's not like they can live freely. It's not like they have anywhere to really go.

So, Sirius sends Dumbledore a letter. Updates him. Tells him where to find the real Moody. Tells him the original plan to bring Voldemort back. Tells him everything he needs to know, and tells him, as always, to watch after Harry. To keep him safe.

Then, Sirius gets Barty up, a broad hand cradling the back of his neck, and says, just a little too warm, "Now, where did you say Peter was again?"

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"im okay with *insert ship/headcanon* in fandom as long as it's not problematic!" weak. pathetic. puny. you have the internal constitution of ash in a rainstorm and you won't survive the winter

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i know a heart shaped object hates to see me coming

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The crown is stained, but you're the real queen Flesh and blood amongst war machines You're the new god we're worshipping Promise to be dazzling

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So we all know the 75th Quell wasn’t just for Katniss now, right??

It was - get rid of Finnick, people tell him too much and like him too much

It was - get rid of Mags (she’ll volunteer to save anyone), she’s always been too much of a rebel and cares more about the tributes than the games (i.e. hiding Finnick from cameras)

It was - get rid of Beetee, we’re finally done with him (I want to know why he’s suddenly disposable though). But let’s make it as awful as possible and remind him every day what his son was feeling in his own last days

It was - get rid of Wiress (and also show the world what she’s become) because she never should have won (and we’ll show people what happens when you think you’re smarter than the Capitol)

It was - get rid of Johanna Mason, we killed everyone she loved and it didn’t break her enough so now we can’t control her

And of course, it was - get rid of those rebels from 12

But it wasn’t just punishment for Katniss. She had no idea how influential and volatile of a group they were.

Honestly, I feel like the 3rd Quell might have actually worked if the Capitol hadn’t decided to just send all the most rebellious and threatening victors into them. You can’t put 10+ people who rebelled in their own games back into an arena (and this time they’re all together) and expect it to go well for you???

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not a dream

My mom was at the store and after paying, the cashier asked her whether she'd like to receive a gift toy for her child if she had one (you get them after spending a certain amount of money as a present for your purchase) and she said he'd looked so doubtful that she had a young kid that she replied yes to his question and took the toy of 'some blue critter driving a blue car' for me, her 31 year old adult daughter and only child.

SONIC

SHE GAVE ME SONIC THE HEDGEHOG TOY THAT SHE GOT FOR FREE JUST BECAUSE SOME YOUNG CASHIER LOOKED LIKE HE DIDN'T THINK SHE COULD HAVE A YOUNG CHILD AT HOME BECAUSE SHE'S CLEARLY IN HER 50S.

BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T HAVE A YOUNG CHILD.

SHE HAS ME.

AND I HAVE A SONIC TOY NOW.

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