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DynamightX is typing…

Katsuki Bakugou X FemReader

Part Two!

Masterlist here!

Content warning: cursing, fighting, fluff

Abbreviations will be used such as instead of You i will use U during the messaging parts!

also I am so SORRY this took so long! I fucking deleted the final draft and honestly it was just before my trip so finally finished!

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Your palms were raw, jaw was aching and brows were drawn tightly together as you watched Mina desperately slide across the ground. Her body bruised and cut from the raging, blonde maniac behind her. Your own heart was beating as you watched the grinning jerk swing his palm forward, it fizzled and a large explosion erupted from it sending Mina flying forward on her front way past the boundary line.

You quickly rushed to your friend as you helped her up on shaking legs. Her chin bleeding and breaths laboured from the fall. Uraraka and Jirou quickly took Mina from you and you spun round to find Bakugou glowering at Mina. Mineta and Kaminari were of course sucking up to Bakugou who just ignored them. His eyes moving to meet yours as you marched over. His eye twitched and palm fizzled once more, muscles taut and sweaty. He wasn't going to back down from an obvious challenge.

"You bully! That was so unnecessary, did you even hear the instructions or are you just-just a dumb brute" You exclaimed as you found yourself directly in-front of the psycho you are forced to call a classmate.

"you gotta problem extra? take it up behind the line" Bakugou nodded to the white line just behind him. Your skin prickled as your lips pulled together in a tight grin. You moved to step by him with every intention of pummelling him to the ground.

Bakugou turned to follow cracking his neck and knuckles. His eyes narrowed in on your back. He's been wanting to teach you a lesson. You had bugged him ever since the entrance exam. You weren't even that good at using your quirk yet you ended up in the same class as him. A no good extra who was just in his way.

"we are finished here today. I won't allow a barbaric fight. Pros must keep a level head" Aizawa's voice cut through the tension causing you both to pause and look over your shoulders.

"Take Mina to Recovery Girl. Bakugou Y/N I will give both of you detention if you take another step" Your shoulders slumped at his words and you sighed. "everyone clean up for lunch"

Kaminari and Mineta immediately began moaning at how they were going to miss such a cool fight. A red glare from Aizawa quickly shut them up as you all headed to the changing rooms and changed for lunch.

...

You could literally feel the holes being burned into your skull from the boy down the table from you. Bakugou had not taken his eyes off you since training. He tried to call you out after the changing rooms but you brushed by the barking idiot, choosing to be the bigger person--which was proving quite difficult at this moment.

DynamightX has sent you a message!...

Your phone pinged and you were quick to pick it up. A tiny grin on your face. Your attention completely focused now on your phone that you didn't even notice that your skull wasn't burning anymore.

DynamightX: Oi! where ya been today, why haven't u messaged.

XAmethysta_: Aw did u miss me?

You had completely forgot about your online friend. The mysterious boy who you had been texting almost non-stop for about three weeks. You forgot this morning that you had told him you'd class and would text him later.

DynamightX: shut up. u said you'd text me. I don't like when people don't hold up their end

XAmethysta_: shut ups just say that u missed me lol

Bakugou was grinning ever so subtly at your message. His brow quirking up at your teasing. He would normally blitz someone for talking to him like this--admit he missed someone? ha! he barely likes saying hi to people but you...He missed you, just a bit.

DynamightX: Shut it loser, what u doing anyways

XAmethysta_: haha I missed u too and I'm just eating my lunch

DynamightX: u better be eating something more nutritious than noodles

XAmethysta_: leave my diet of noodles alone! just cuz your a health freak mr my body is a temple

DynamightX is typing...

The bell rang and you stuffed your phone into your pocket, quickly gathering your tray of food and dumping in into the bin. You headed to your next class falling slightly behind your friends. You were a bit tired as the hallway slowly emptied other students were obviously more keen and energetic than you were. You didn't notice the trailing blonde, not until he was basically on top of you. Your shoes squeaked as they scuffed the ground, trying to keep you up as Bakugou looked up from his phone and stumbled back.

You spun round ready to see who it was before you chewed their head but the minute you eyes locked with those narrowed red ones your mouth moved before you even thought to pause. Your shoulders squared and finger pointed.

"watch were you're going! I know you can't understand instructions but surely you were taught how to walk and keep out of other peoples spaces!" You snapped, nose scrunched and brows tightly wound.

Bakugous teeth gritted and his own mouth opened to bark back at you. It was always you. You were always the issue, always annoying him, getting in his way--just your presence alone! sent him over the edge some days. He couldn't stand you and he didn't know why--no scratch that he did know why. You were a dumb, annoying, slow extra who was in his way, in his way to becoming number one

"watch where I'm going?! you were in my way. why were ya even walking so slow?! damn extra" Bakugou spat and your lip curled at his response.

“What the hell is your problem? Like seriously” Bakugou’s muscles tensed beneath his wrinkled shirt as you stabbed your finger into his chest. Your nose flared and brows pinched as you glared daggers up at him.

“My problem is you—you and your shitty quirk that you can’t even use properly!” He snapped. His sweaty palm coming to grab your wrist and fire the finger stabbed into his chest away.

“My shitty quirk? Okay—ha! You’re on Bakugou after school today in the gym gamma” You stepped back still hot and fired up as you turned on your heel.

“If you don’t show i’ll take that as your forfeit and that me and my shitty quirk are superior”

Bakugou huffed a hot breath as he watched you walk away. His head sore and skin damp with hot sweat. His narrowed red eyes honed in on your retreating form as he envisioned the many ways he would make you eat dirt.

…

You weren’t superior…

You scrambled up from the ground that almost cracked under your feet from the monstrous blast behind you. Your training uniform torn at the knees from how many times you’d fallen, hands skidded and bruised from bearing the weight of your body to keep yourself from crumbling as you skidded across the training ground.

Bakugou was right on time after school and wasted no time the moment you stepped into the training ground. He was fast, cunning and determined to make you regret. He didn’t waste any energy toying about—no, every move he made was planned. He knew how he was going to make you eat dirt.

You cried out as a hot blast sent you flying forward onto your stomach. An almost renactment of how he sent Mina flying earlier. Your chin hit the ground and sent your teeth almost through your tongue as blood filled your mouth. You again stumbled back up, head pounding, heart racing and body aching.

You spun to face the raving lunatic who stood a few feet away from you and was virtually untouched except for the small cut across his cheek; the only mark you managed to land. He took a step forward and you instinctively shuffled back. Your fingers coming to join your finger tips together as you forced your quirk to work once more. You’d already overused it, pushed yourself beyond your limit in order to last this long.

Your knees wobbled as you pushed your heels into the ground in response to Bakugou taking another step. His palm crackling as that psychotic grin flashed upon his face. He won, of course he was going to win. He didn’t need to do this but he wanted to. You fingertips fizzled with purple wisps but nothing happened and your heart dropped to your stomach. Your expression was one of horror at the sight of your quirk completely giving out on you.

“Shitty fucking quirk for a shitty fucking extra” Bakugous voice made the hair on your neck raise as he continued his approach. Your breaths grew quicker and you fled. Your fight was done, you couldn’t win and you couldn’t face a full on blast from Bakugou.

Your knees collapsed as you crossed the boundary line. Your eyes wet with fresh tears as you slouched forward. The adrenaline leaving your body as you felt the full force of the battle both the physical and emotional drain. You could hear his steps draw near and feel his eyes on you. You kept your head down in shame, too embarrassed to look him in his eyes.

Bakugou gave you a once over and rolled his eyes. You were pathetic and didn’t deserve his respect. Your sniffles made his stomach turn as he walked over to his bag and grabbed it glancing once more at you before leaving you to wallow in your shame. Did you really think you had a chance? You had no plan and you panicked the minute he got serious. He wasn’t even trying in that battle with you and yet you crumbled so easily.

You wiped your eyes with your tattered sleeve as you finally stumbled up and grabbed your own belongings. The walk back to the dorm was quiet and painful, every step you took lit a fire in your sore muscles. You looked into the window of the dorms seeing everyone downstairs with each other. You gently set your bag down and pulled your hoodie out. It took a moment to pull on given how it hurt your ribcage to lift your elbows higher than your chest. You chewed on your lip as you pushed the door open and made a beeline for the stairs.

“Y/N! You’re only back now where ya’ been?” Mina’s voice cut through everyone else’s and you froze too scared to turn around.

“U-Um I had to print something out in the Library” You lied and pushed the door to the stairs open and quickly stepped in.

…

You lay on your bed skin damp from the hot shower you spent almost an hour sitting in. The towel wrapped round you providing little comfort to the stinging cuts and purpling skin. Your eyes stinging too with fresh tears that just wouldn’t stop. Your sniffles being the only other sound in your qui-

Buzz!

Your phone lit up on your bedside table as it buzzed multiple times. Your hand reached out weakly to grab it and pull it towards you slowly turning over on your side you read over the notifications from the same person.

DynamightX is typing!…

DynamightX has sent you a message!

DynamightX has sent you a message!

DynamightX is typing!…

DynamightX has sent you a message!

You groaned and just let your phone flop back onto your pillow as you shut your eyes. You didn’t wanna talk to anyone right now. You wanted to be left alone—forever preferably.

Your phone buzzed again and you grabbed it with a sigh, ready to power it off completely and go to sleep when your eyes widened at the image displayed across your screen.

DynamightX is calling!…

Answer Decline

Your breath caught in your throat and your thumb stilled almost painfully at the bright green answer button on your screen. Your heart skipped as you watched it ring, buzzing in your hand until it stopped and you were met with your phones background. You unlocked your phone and hit onto his notifications bringing you onto your chat log. Your eyes reading the multiple back to back messages he had sent you.

1:35pm

DynamightX: my body is a temple of course im gonna take care of it??

2:30pm

DynamightX: what u doing rn I need to ask you somethin

5:00pm

DynamightX: hey loser did ya break ur phone or somethin?

8:00pm

DynamightX: ok seriously where r u?

DynamightX: i know I like to sleep early but theres no way ur asleep before me

DynamightX: i’m gonna keep txting till u reply whats wrong??

DynamightX: ok ur seriously pissing me off tf r u blowing me off for?

Miss call from DynamightX!

DynamightX: sorry i shouldn’t have called u can u just send me somethin so ik ur okay?

XAmethysta_: im okay.

You switched your phone back off and sat it on your dresser. A groan slipping past your lips as you slowly sat up and slipped off your bed, eyes glancing over your device that almost instantaneously began buzzing the moment you sent that message. You shuffled over to your dresser and slipped on your comfiest pajamas. Your towel discarded on the floor behind you, far too sore to bend down and pick it up.

You shuffled back to your bed pulling the blanket up and climbing in. Your knees and back were probably the worst. Your stomach grumbled as you weakly reached for your Tv remote and switched it on immediately putting your favourite show on to try and distract yourself. You couldn’t go downstairs and make some food for two reasons 1) you were in a stupid amount of pain and couldn’t move too well and 2) if anyone seen you they’d ask questions and probably try and take you to recovery girl who would report your injuries to Aizawa.

Your phone buzzed again and you sighed as you reached over for it. Can he not take a hint?. You swiped onto the chat and read over his three new messages.

DynamightX: finally took ya long enough to reply

DynamightX: why did it take u so long tho?

DynamightX: did i do somethin?

You sighed shoulders sagging forward as you slowly typed out a reply. You felt a bit bad as you chewed on your lip. It wasn’t his fault you got beaten so badly you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

XAmethysta_: no u didn’t I had a bad day and just didn’t want to talk to any1

DynamightX: can I ask what happened?

You chewed your lip thumbs twirling indecisively—should you tell him? What would he think?.

XAmethysta_: I got into a fight n got pretty beat up

Bakugou’s brows furrowed as he read your message. His fingers quickly working a reply. You got beat up? Why—who would beat you up. He didn’t know you but the thought of someone giving you trouble bothered him. You were nice, if he liked you everyone must do.

DynamightX: why? Who beat u up?

XAmethysta_: boy I go to school with just over an issue

Bakugous head grew sore from the tension as he shuffled up a bit in his bed. A boy beat you up but why? And how badly. He knew you were in a school like his to become a pro hero he knew you could handle yourself. You would always text him about training or when you won a training exercise—hell he never went an hour anymore without getting a message from you.

DynamightX: r u okay? Did u go get healed after

XAmethysta_: no no one knows it happened except me n him

Bakugou didn’t even make the connection. The fight with you long out of his mind. He didn’t want to waste anymore thoughts on you instead he was worried about you; the girl he met online.

DynamightX: did u get hurt badly?

Your brows raised a bit at his messages. The boy who was honestly quite cruel and even after you befriended him still was rude to you and still berated people in the chat room yous had met in. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched onto your face at the concern he was showing you. It was a but silly and something you could never admit to your friends in real life but you might’ve grown a tiny crush on your online friend

Who could literally be a forty year old man! Mina’s voice rang clear in your head

XAmethysta_: i think I fractured a rib to be honest but i’ve done that before! So no need to worry. The fight was kinda my fault.

DynamightX: you loser don’t go startin fights if ur just gonna get hurt

XAmethysta_: well i obviously didn’t plan to get hurt

XAmethysta_: super hungry tho i think i’m gonna die💀

Bakugou snorted at your use of the emoji. You used them more than he did and it was something that always got him. His shoulders slacked a bit; you seemed in a better mood which was good. He was still pissed some boy beat you up enough to possibly fracture your rib.

DynamightX: ur so dramatic bet your rib isn’t even fractured

XAmethysta_: hey! I’m injured here don’t make fun of me. I’m starving

DynamightX: go get some food then??

XAmethysta_: can’t cut my face badly too don’t want anyone seeing me walking about all injured n ask questions

DynamightX: can’t b that bad

You chewed your lip once more as you clicked the camera icon in the corner and held it up to your face. Your heart was beating slightly faster, skin warm as you pulled your collar up a bit snapping a photo of the red and purple bruise on your jaw which matched the split lip Bakugou had given you earlier.

XAmethysta_ has sent a photo!

Bakugous eyes widened at the notification on his screen. His finger hovering over the attachment on your message. You had sent a photo—a photo that was possibly of your face. His already sweaty hands grew even damper as his heart skipped—skipped? No, no it didn’t skip. Bakugou’s heart didn’t skip. He didn’t care that much. He didn’t know you other than the messages you shared. His thumb hovered some more before he gave in and hit the attachment.

His relaxed face scrunched up at the sight of your bruised face. His eyes searched every corner of the photo taking it all in. He zoomed in, zoomed out and moved the photo on around. The photo showed just your jaw, lips and the tip of your nose.

She’s got pretty lips

He clicked off the image and began typing.

DynamightX: u really got ur shit kicked in

XAmethysta_: really? How’d u come to that conclusion

DynamightX: drop the sarcasm, r u gonna go make food?

XAmethysta_: no i’ll just waste away

DynamightX: order some food then u can’t not eat

XAmethysta_: aw u care

Bakugou rolled his eyes at your comment. He did care—just a bit but he was more thinking of the logical side. You wanted go be a pro hero so you had to eat especially if you were injured to regain your strength. His furrowed brows relaxed a bit at your next message stating you’d order some takeout if it meant he’d stop getting on like your dad.

DynamightX: long as ur ok and not moping cuz u got beat get some food and some rest loser

[pyratetm-a]

he’s beauty he’s grace

[zodiyack]

Curiosity Killed The Cat

Requested by Anon: I know we do happy Elizabeth Shelby but, could you imagine teen Elizabeth figuring out that Bonnie was never her real dad? And it was a dead beat bastard? I’m feeling kinda angsty????

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x Female!Shelby!Reader, Mentioned Male!Character x Female!Shelby!Reader, Bonnie & Reader + Elizabeth Shelby (platonic)

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mention of teen pregnancy

Words: 1,898

Summary: (See Request)

Note: I like- I had an idea, altered it a little halfway through, and then went with it. I hope you like it, anon!

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @simonsbluee, @fandom-puff, @marquelapage, @stuckysslag​, @psychkunox​, @darling-i-read-it​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​, @i-love-superhero​

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist | Elizabeth L. Shelby Masterlist

She had never meant to invade another’s privacy in her life...but one little detail pulled the small bit of string sticking from the yarn ball, unraveling into one big mess. That was how she’d ended up in the situation never meant to happen. But it did.

It was a slow morning, Bonnie out to help with the Peaky Blinders and Y/n helping Ada and Polly with the boys. Elizabeth had a free day from her schooling and her ever growing mind was still as inquisitive as it was when she were just a babe.

The study, in which her parents did most of their work, was not off limits to her, just a place where she hadn’t been as often. Because of that, she decided she’d spend her time taking care of her boredom by snooping around.

All was going pleasantly until she found a letter, hidden in the bottom drawer of her mother’s wooden desk. Elizabeth frowned to herself, knowing better than to stick her nose into things that were not hers to know of, and began to move the items in the drawer to return the letter to its original place. However, the glimpse she caught of her name, or what looked like her name, sprawled in messy handwriting, caught her like a fish on a hook and reeled her in.

The word had been seen slightly between the folded end and the middle. She wasn’t completely sure it had been her name, so she debated leaving it alone and moving on with her day or giving into the pull of the hook of intrigue.

Biting her lip, she looked around. Then she breathed slowly and carefully unfolded the paper.

When Bonnie and Y/n returned to their home, they had expected a few things. Perhaps the house would be spotless and Elizabeth would act as if it were nothing, or the house would be a mess and she would have a boy over- that idea caused Bonnie to almost crash the car. Thinking of many things they’d find, Elizabeth with her arms crossed, a paper in her hand and a conflicted look upon her face was not one of them.

It was like they were the teens caught out and about in the middle of night by returning after curfew and she was the angry parent. Her expression caused her parents to stop in place and give her a questioning look. Ellie unfolded her arms and held up the paper. Right at that moment, Y/n’s heart stopped and dropped into her stomach. She squeezed Bonnie’s hand tightly.

“Who wrote this?” The two exchanged a knowing glance. “Mother. Who wrote this?”

Y/n hesitated getting the answer out of her mouth. The letter was something she hadn’t thought about, something she yearned to forget. “Your father.”

“My father? But I thought he was my father.” Elizabeth gestured to Bonnie, who sighed and moved to take a seat opposite to Elizabeth. “Have a seat, mum, I think we have something to talk about.”

“Indeed we do, Elizabeth.” Bonnie avoided his daughter’s- step-daughter’s eyes as he spoke, staring at his hands.

Y/n did as her daughter requested, more so demanded, and sat beside Bonnie. She too held a sheepish manner.

“Please, tell me, why am I just now learning of my father? Why not when I was a little girl? Why is he not a part of my life?”

The final question led Bonnie to surge upward from his seat, finally making eye contact with a now startled Elizabeth. “That man will have nothing to do with you if I have any say in this whatsoever!” His face was as red as a tomato, but calmed a few shades as Y/n put a soft hand on his arm.

“You don’t have a say in it. This is between my mother and I.” She looked at him apologetically, “You will always be my dad, but I want to know my real father.”

“He’s right...ya know? I never really wanted you around him...but-” Was it worth it? Ruining his image before Elizabeth had the chance to even meet him? He lived right there in Birmingham, she could meet him and see for herself, but, as Y/n thought more about it, he was a cruel man, one who neglected to even care for his child or his lover who was carrying said child.

“But what? Is he dead or something?”

“No, but-”

“But nothing!” Moments prior, Bonnie had scared Elizabeth with an outburst of his own, but it was the adults this time who nearly fell out of their chairs in surprise. “Either let me meet him or leave me to find him on my own.” She whipped around, her shoes clacking against the floors as she paced quickly to her room, leaving her parents to discuss her ultimatum.

Each meal went by with an awkward tension hanging over the three, the room filled with silence if you didn’t count the scraping of spoons against bowls or forks against plates. The simple sound only worsened the strained feeling in the air.

No answer came to Elizabeth, so she took matters into her own hands, following out her second offer and sought to find the man who gave her life. Each day she’d ask the name of which had been signed on the letter, going as far as to put his name in the newsprint. As a Shelby, she didn’t have to pay a single thing to have the people put anything in the news, but the goodness of her heart got the best of her and the people themselves. They offered to call the place she had been staying when they had a lead, but sadly, no calls had been made.

But one day, while she sat with the same hopefulness by the telephone with a cup of coffee in hand, the ringing filled her ears and a smile struck her face instantaneously. She almost dropped the coffee onto the carpeted hotel flooring as she jumped to set it down and grab the phone. “Hello?!” Her voice beaned with joy.

“Miss! There’s a call from the newsprint office,” the woman from the front desk said, voice ringing with a sense of rush, “they’re on hold- they say it’s urgent!”

The smile on Elizabeth’s face widened, “Please, put them on the line!”

“Miss Shelby, we have him!”

He waited for her in the lobby of the hotel, confusion obvious on his features. Elizabeth slowly walked down the stairs and the second her eyes met his, she felt sure that it was him. “Father!” She grinned and raced to him. Ellie threw her arms around him the second she reached him.

A small feeling of uncertainty picked at Elizabeth when he didn’t hug her back right away. She noticed his hesitation almost instantly but brushed it off when he finally wrapped his arms around her small frame. “You must be...”

“Elizabeth. Elizabeth Luludja Shelby.” She paused, furrowing her brows a little when he scoffed at her middle name, but continued nevertheless. “I’m um...your daughter.”

“Did your mother tell you about me?”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, sucking in a breath bitterly. “No.”

“Oh...It’s fine with me. Never liked the whore that much anyways.”

Another pang of guilt struck Elizabeth, but again, she ignored it. “Yeah...” She laughed nervously, the unsure feeling growing deeper, twisting into a big sign that told her in capital letters to RUN. But she didn’t.

The two spent the day together, bonding and discussing what he would’ve done with her had he been given the opportunity to be her father. Of course, he never wasted the chance to call Y/n slurs and ghastly words. All seemed fine, Ellie wondered why on earth her parents thought he was a bad man, until he did yet another thing to make Elizabeth’s fight or flight mode prepare itself despite her not exactly wanting to.

He offered to hold her bag whilst she used the toiletries, then when he handed it back, took her to a shop. There, when paying, she found that a large amount of funds she’d been saving up since childhood had been missing. She bit the inside of her mouth and shook her head. But still, she refused to give up on him just yet.

They walked the streets, making small talk as they went by. “You got a lover yet?”

“Not quite. Mother said I should be sure before giving my heart to someone.”

“Yeah, well, your mother got herself knocked up before she was even of age so. Best think about who you’re getting advice from, Eirene.” He butchered her name off the bat, but she’d ignored that too, only correcting him each time- just not this one. “Date and fuck whoever you want, don’t let that bitch boss you around.”

He leaned closer to her, allowing her to smell the alcohol under his breath, the tobacco and surely, without a doubt, plenty of drugs. She cringed, scrunching her face and looking away from him in hope to get fresh air, but something about that smell stuck with her. What had he used her money on? Did his breath smell like that before? Was he intoxicated at the hotel?

“Listen, I think it’s best I get going...” She tried to pull away from him, but he caught a grip on her arm, tighter than he should’ve.

“No. You’re staying with me and that’s final. Come on Eliza, lets go meet my friends. You ever try snow before?”

That was the final time the red lights flashed. In what felt like a split second slowed dramatically, Elizabeth socked her father in the nose, hearing a cracking sound before he let go of her arm and she stumbled backwards a little.

“You bitch!” His grumble was muffled from behind his hand. He covered his nose and mouth, blood on his hand from either places but Ellie didn’t know which. “Why the fuck would you do that?!”

She was ready to apologize, but for once, it felt good to do something un-ladylike. “I seldom act as barbarous as that, but I know one thing. I feel not guilt for my actions, but justice. You call my mother horrid names that she would never be defined by, you can’t even stay clean for a visit with your own daughter nor keep your thieving hands out of anything that is not your own! Let alone remember my name!”

“And?!”

“And-” She hesitated, but rolled her eyes and let it out. “And fuck you. I believe there is good in everyone, but you have shown me otherwise. I thought mother and...and my father were wrong, that my birth father was a good man, but the day started with joy and ended in disappointment. I’m ashamed to even be from your blood. May you rot in the deepest depths of hell, you dishonorable bastard.”

Gasps came the people around them, making Elizabeth look around and glare at the bystanders, “Fuck off before the Peaky Blinders have you all...”

She turned to the man, still on the ground clutching his face, and thought about how she’d spent just a little less than a month searching for him; news traveled fast in Birmingham. “In fact, you’re lucky all you got was me. Because, if you have any brain whatsoever, you’ll leave Birmingham before you get the Peaky Blinders too.”

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𝗗𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲 𝗝𝗔𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 part 1

(Ok sooo here’s my first time trying to write something original and good god am I nervous soo I hope you all enjoy)

The sun has now just rose above beacon academy signaling the start of a new day, while many would view this day to train or study to improve themselves as huntsmen and huntresses. For the (SUPER AWESOME AMAZING AND SERIOUS) team called team RWBY their is only one word that they would call this day

...

...

𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚

*At Team RWBY’s dorm room*

Yang: *laying on her bed looking throw her scroll before tossing it next to her* uggg I’m booored.

Weiss: * gruntingas she stops working on next weeks homework* normally I would scold you on your bluntness I agree it is quite boring today.

Blake: * siting on her bed reading her por - u mm I mean Um her “high class literature” yeah I agree but what do you ya think we should do?

Yang: *in a thinking pose* ummm how about we got the club?

Blake: *shaking her head* seriously is that all you can think of?

Yang: *in a hurt tone* HEY!!!

Weiss: besides we can’t the bullhead terminals are shut down for repairs after YOU AND NORA ALMOST DESTROYED IT BECAUSE OF YOUR IDIOTIC FIGHT *glaring at Yang*

Yang: *waving her hand defensively* hey in my defense Nora started it server her right for saying that pancakes are better that wallfls and besides I won it in the end.

Blake: no you didn’t Nora clobbered you into the ground.

Yang: *angry* hey whose side are you on anyway!?!?

Blake: *rolling her eyes* anyway how about we head to the library?

Weiss: that’s an excellent idea Blake. I think some time in the library would do us all some good.

Yang: ugggg no not the library I though we decided to kill our boredom not to kill me!!!

Weiss: you can stand to improve your book smart you barbaric bimbo *glareing at Yang knowing fill well that she probably a single second in the library during the new semester*

Yang: hey I’ll have you know that physical strength and training are more valuable than reading a few book right sis?

*silence*

Yang: *confused* umm sis???

*yang and the girls all turn to look at Ruby’s bunk to see that she’s laying on her stomach kicking her feet in the air in a childish manner headphones on her head humming along to a song not paying attention to the argument going on*

Yang: Ruby? *no answer* hey Ruby?? *still no answer frustrated Yang walks over to Ruby lifts one side of her headphones and screams in her ear* RUBY!?!?!

Ruby: *leaps I. The air in shock before landing on her butt in shock* owww *rubbing her butt to suve the pain before glaring at Yang* why would you do that?

Yang: sorry sis but I could get your attention what were you doing anyway?

Weiss: yes I would like to know too? *internaly* probably reading on of her childish comic books uggg what a dolt?

Ruby: ohh I was just listening to JAGames *ploping herself off the ground before jumping back on top of her bunk*

Weiss: *confused having never heard of what that dolt they called a leader was talking about* JA who???

Ruby: *gasping in shock before using her semblance to bolt over to Weiss getting right up to her face* YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF JAGAMES!?!?

Blake: *anoyingly picking rose petals out of her hair and book* let’s assume we haven’t who are you talking about?

Ruby: *wipping her head around to Blake before screeching* HE’S ONLY THE GREATEST DUSTTUBE SINGER OF ALL TIME!!!!

Weiss: DustTube??? You mean that stupid website where people post those idiotic videos of themselves???

Blake: I wouldn’t say that DustTube it that bad you can make some serious money if you’re committed to it.

Yang: yeah but a DustTube singer is not a good thing to hear cause most of them are absolutely horrible *cringing as she remembers that Oum awful rap named “It’s Just Today Mate” by Ten Team*

Ruby *scoffs like she’s offended* ugh JAGames is nothing like them he’s a thousand times better than them his singing, his rhythm, and his music makes it look like all those other wanna bees are just babies playing with a baby piano.

Blake: huh seems like you know this guy a lot?

Ruby: of course I do I’m his number one fan after all I’ve listened to all of his music and bought all of his merch and all his albums JAGames’ music have gotten me through some tough times so I will always love him even though he has never shown his face.

Yang: huh soo that’s where all that stuff came from I’ve always wondered about that also *grinning* aren’t you already dating a certain noodle boy right now for shame Ruby how could you break jaunes heart by having an affair?

Weiss: I still don’t know what you see in that dolt *rolling her eyes back not truly understanding why ruby would want to date that idiot but nether the less grateful that he has stop relentlessly trying to ask her out*

Ruby: *beet red embarrassed* Yannng stop that it’s not like that all *blushing* even though I really like him and his music I will always love my sweet knight more.

Ruby: anyway I’ve got an idea since I’ve talked about JAGames this long *an ear to ear smile creeps up on her lips before shouting* WOULD YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO SOME OF HIS MUSIC WITH ME!?!?

Weiss: *appoled* are you crazy!?!? No why would we ever want to listen to your stupid music!?!?

Yang: I’m in sounds like fun

Weiss: *shocked* WHAT WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT?

Yang: it sounds fun anything to beat this boredom and besides I’ve been trying to find some new music for a while now.

Weiss: fine then be that way but know that Blake and I won’t be bothered to listen to your childish music.

Blake: actually I’ll join in too.

Weiss: *absolutly shocked* WHYYYYYYYYY!?!?!?!

Blake: same as Yang seems like fun also I’ve just finished reading my book so I e got nothing else better to do.

Yang: see even kitty cat wants to watch with us *blake glares at Yang for saying that* so whatcha say I’ve queen care to join us?

Ruby: *giving Weiss the worlds most dangerous weapon known to man the dreaded puppy dog eyes* plweeessszzzzzzzzzz?????

Weiss: *unable to resist the deadly powers of the puppy dog eyes* I— umm I ohhh alright I’ll listen to your stupid music what kind of music does he make anyway?

Ruby: *jumping up and down excited* yay thank you bestie ohh he mostly makes rock -metal songs some time a little bit of pop and always follows a certain theme.

Weiss: *annoyed by knowing that she’s going to be listening to that barbaric type of music* and that I is???

Ruby: *embarrassed* umm video games?

Weiss: WHAT THOSE STUPID IDIOTIC CHILDISH GAMES THAT ARE A WASTE OF TIME WHY DID I EVER AGREE TO THIS *exclaimed loudly but secretly at the same happy because deep down she is a HUGE gamer a secret that she will take to the grave* AND YOU *pointing to Blake* ARE OK WITH IT!?!?!

Blake: why not? I don’t have a problem with video games sometimes they can tell a story better that a book.

Yang: welp too late to turn back know soo sis what song are we listening to today?

Ruby: *excitedly grabs her scroll unplugs her headphones and sets her scroll near her freinds* how about his newest one it’s a remake of one of my favorites I’m sure y’all will love it!!!

https://youtu.be/wNI0VCRmQ0c

(Here’s the song if you want to sing along)

🎶following total atomic anihilation🎶

🎶the rebuilding our this great nation our ours my fall to you🎶

🎶that’s why we at vault-tech have prepared these educational materials🎶

🎶for you to better understand the seven defining attributes that make you🎶

🎶special🎶

🎶the future fotells a tale of when the world goes🎶

🎶BOOM🎶

🎶BOOM🎶 (when the world goes BOOM BOOM)🎶

🎶nobody prepared🎶

🎶don’t think anybody cared about the🎶

🎶SOLE TRUTH (nobody cared about the SOLE TRUTH)🎶

🎶oh the bombs🎶

🎶they rose🎶

🎶 now everybody knows the🎶

🎶DOOMS DAY DEVICE(DOOMS DAY DEVICE)🎶

🎶claustrophobia🎶

🎶autotrophic🎶

🎶catostrophic hell🎶

🎶will be soo🎶

🎶and be up in the sky🎶

🎶even when the world feels🎶

🎶lonely and cold inside🎶

🎶even when the heart feels🎶

🎶BLISTERED FORM THE SCENES🎶

🎶for they will fall🎶

🎶For they will rise🎶

🎶for they would tear apart the view 🎶

🎶from your very eyes🎶

🎶take your hindsight and Change the world🎶

🎶FOR A NEW BEGINNING🎶

🎶for its now your chance🎶

🎶to use your hands🎶

🎶descend through the cracked in the dirt🎶

🎶WHERE YOU STAND🎶

🎶take on the vast open🎶

🎶MASQUERADE🎶

🎶THIS IS ATOMIC RENEGADE🎶

🎶following total atomic anihilation🎶

🎶the rebuilding our this great nation our ours my fall to you🎶

🎶that’s why we at vault-tech have prepared these educational materials🎶

🎶for you to better understand the seven defining attributes that make you🎶

🎶resources are scarce prepare yourself for homicidal🎶

🎶RAMPAGE (HOMICIDAL RAMPAGE)🎶

🎶 claim you’re rightful place🎶

🎶mark the writing on your face turn a🎶

🎶NEW PAGE (WRITING ON YPUR FACE TURN A NEW AGE)🎶

🎶well the bomb🎶

🎶they took🎶

🎶your land and now you’re🎶

🎶LEFT ALL ALONE (LEFT ALL ALONE)🎶

🎶Thers masses of🎶

🎶rebellious🎶

🎶proposterous, demonical🎶

🎶CARNAGE READY FOR YOUR BONES🎶

🎶use your senses and you’ll🎶

🎶PROVE YOU’RE WHOLE AGAIN🎶

🎶you’re the hero of this🎶

🎶LAND DEMISED WITH PAIN🎶

🎶for they will fall🎶

🎶For they will rise🎶

🎶for they would tear apart the view 🎶

🎶from your very eyes🎶

🎶take your hindsight and Change the world🎶

🎶FOR A NEW BEGINNING🎶

🎶for its now your chance🎶

🎶to use your hands🎶

🎶descend through the cracked in the dirt🎶

🎶WHERE YOU STAND🎶

🎶take on the vast open🎶

🎶MASQUERADE🎶

🎶THIS IS ATOMIC RENEGADE🎶

🎶now let’s begin with some simple instructions on what makes you a

SPECIAL 🎶

🎶strength🎶

🎶build your ability’s to carry more🎶

🎶persecution🎶

🎶will keep your aim right where you want it to be🎶

🎶endurance🎶

🎶bronze will tackle foes but how long for?🎶

🎶charisma🎶

🎶socialize enemies are closer than you think🎶

🎶intelligence🎶

🎶outsmart your foes with gadgets capable of removing harm🎶

🎶agilety 🎶

🎶build your reflexes to defend from approaching scum🎶

🎶luck🎶

🎶Tatic and strength is one thing🎶

🎶but some times all it takes is good luck🎶

🎶now take your world and throw it upside down🎶

🎶one man pushes through🎶

🎶ONE🎶

🎶MUTANT🎶

🎶AT🎶

🎶A🎶

🎶TIME🎶

*insert guttiar solo*

🎶for you will rise🎶

🎶through hell and back🎶

🎶you fortell of time when you were under attack🎶

🎶put your hindsight and change the world🎶

🎶for they will fall🎶

🎶For they will rise🎶

🎶for they would tear apart the view 🎶

🎶from your very eyes🎶

🎶take your hindsight and Change the world🎶

🎶FOR A NEW BEGINNING🎶

🎶for its now your chance🎶

🎶descend through the cracked in the dirt🎶

🎶WHERE YOU STAND🎶

🎶take on the vast open🎶

🎶MASQUERADE🎶

🎶THIS IS ATOMIC RENEGADE🎶

🎶TAKE THE WORLD AND BEGIN🎶

🎶THE CHARGE OF THE DAMNED🎶

🎶BE SURE TO DEFENS🎶

🎶YOUR BRETHREN FRIEND🎶

🎶YOUR ARMY DECENDS🎶

🎶YOU SAVE ANEW RACE 🎶

🎶UNTILL THE END🎶

Ruby: *nervous* sooo what do you girls think???

Yang:That. Was. Awesome Sis that has got to be one of the best songs I’ve ever heard it was soo action packed.

Blake: I have to agree that was a very good song not my cup of tea but still very good nonetheless.

Ruby: YAY that two for three sooo bestie did you like it???

Weiss: *quiet as a mouse and as stiff as a board before throwing her hands up in the air and screaming*HATED IT THAT WAS THE WORST SONG IVE EVER HEARD

RUBY: *almost as pale as a ghost and on the verge of tear* W-w WHAT!?!?!?

(That’s all I can type was it good or shit (sorry if it was) this is the longest thing I’ve ever typed here I hope you all enjoy) (don’t worry jaune comes in next part with a secret)

[leah-halliwell92]

Meet the Family

Here ya go Nonny!

Request: Present day roger Taylor and young x reader Smutty You choose scenario

It’s the night before the concert in your hometown. You hadn’t been super excited to be back but you took it in stride since you were convinced to come see the show by Adam and the gents. You hadn’t though it a bad idea at the time, take a few days out of your vacation time to see Queen + Adam Lambert in concert...low key scratching off a Queen Concert from your bucket list.

What had you semi-second guessing if you should have come at all was the call from your mother telling you to come over for dinner and to, “Bring your beau.” You made a mental note to stick a rod in your brother’s ass for being a snitch but decided against it. While your family knew you were dating, they didn’t know who.

You’d arrived to Roger’s room to a warm welcome from your dear boyfriend and a promise of fun later that night and into the morn. There was nothing else you wanted to do but knew that going to your parents’ house needed to happen considering you’d been putting it off since you and Rog started dating nearly eight months ago.

“(Brother’s name) blew the whistle on me and told my parents I’m in town,” you’d told him as you lounged on his bed earlier in the day.

“What’s so bad about going to see your parents?” Roger asked with a furrowed brow, “Is it...me?”

“No!” You said loudly, “It could never be you. You make me happy you daft grumpy Santa.”

He snorted at the nickname and pulled you close before asking, “Then what’s all the hubbub with them?”

“My family’s and I quote, “Well bred and blue collard”, meaning well educated rich bigots that think they’re entitled to all because they’ve gotten a better education than the rest,” you say with a sigh.

“You always told me you came from the high standing sort,” Roger said now understanding why it was that you never mentioned going to your family.

You nod and say, “I went to school for ballet originally. Mother made it that way...despite my wanting to go into history.”

“You wanted to study history?” He asked in astonishment not having known this before.

You nod with a soft smile and say, “I wanted to go into European history and go into teaching. Mother thought I needed something that and I quote, “Fits your station dear not something as mundane as teache”.

“And your dad?”

“Father is all about the boys,” you said with a sigh, “I may be his youngest but he’s made it very clear what he thinks of women as a gender. If you were to ask him to his face he’d say my place is in the home to care after the man I married.”

“That–”

“Barbaric and outdated I know,” you say with a laugh, “But on one hand I could go into ballet and perhaps modeling and work or be some asshole’s wife.”

“Tonight’s dinner is going to be interesting isn’t it?” He asks with an edge in his voice.

“Yup,” you say with a neutral grin.

Fast forward to the car ride on your way to your parents’, you were not having second thoughts per say. You just weren’t expecting anything positive to come from this but hoped...hoped that it wouldn’t end as bad as you thought it would.

“We don’t have to do this,” Roger said reassuringly patting your thigh tenderly.

“Yea we do,” you said with a sigh, “If we don’t mother’s hounding will know no bounds. Plus...I’ve put this off long enough. You have a right to meet and know where I come from.”

He nodded in understanding and made sure to grab your hand in his giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You made it to your parents’ with one last cleansing breath got out taking the wine bottle Roger had the idea to bring out with you as Roger waited for you on your side of the car.

“Ready?” He asked.

“No...but I have you so yes,” you say honestly and grin at him after he presses a a kiss to your forehead.

You go up the steps and knock on the door.

The door opened to reveal your brother who smiled warmly at you before looking at Roger clearly in shock that he was there at all.

You passed the wine bottle to Roger before going to your brother and slapping him upside the head.

“You are a moron,” you hiss at him.

“What did I do!?” He asked rubbing at his head where you hit him.

“You told mother I’d be in town!? And you expect me to just take it!” You tell him ready to hit him a second time.

“What! It’s not like you were going to visit,” he muttered.

“We won’t know now will we? You took that choice away from me,” you say your voice going cold, “Next time you come to me to cover your ass when Joyce asks me where you are I’ll let her know you’re with Irving.”

His eyes widened to the size of saucers, “You wouldn’t...”

“Like hell I wouldn’t,” you say seriously, “It’s not the first time you’ve strung me up to dry so why should me getting even be a surprise to you?”

You took your coat of and helped Roger with his putting them both on the coat rack.

“Now that we have an understanding may I introduce to you Roger Taylor,” you say motioning to Rog, “Rog this is (brother’s name).”

“Nice to meet you Mr. Taylor and may I say I’m a huge fan,” your brother said shaking Roger’s hand before turning to you a sheepish look on his face and saying, “I’m sorry for telling mother about you being town, she’s been badgering me to hand you over before she tells Joyce what she thinks is the truth.”

You sigh and roll your eyes.

“Before you get anymore confused,” you told Roger in a whisper, “Joyce is (B/N) therapist, Irving is his partner. Neither of our parents know he’s gay.”

Roger’s eyes widen at that and nods in understanding.

“Joyce doesn’t know about Vin,” (B/N) said with a sigh, “I wanted to make sure he and I were in a good place and stable before going for a couple’s session.”

You nod in understanding knowing where he was coming from.

“By the looks of it is part of why you only visit once a year,” he says with a knowing grin.

“You’d visit once a year if you could you ass,” you said with a laugh as he pulled you into a warm hug.

“(Y/N) is that you!?” Your mother called from the kitchen.

“Naaaa, its the fuckin Easter Bunny,” your brother mumbled causing Roger to crack a half grin.

He liked your brother already.

You greeted your mother with a hug and kiss before pulling away a smile on her face, “It’s about time my baby comes home for a visit.”

You smile at your mother and nod before being pulled into another hug.

You pulled away and met your father’s gaze.

“Welcome home (Y/N),” he said before pulling you into a warm hug.

This shocked you and your brother. Your father had never been the most affectionate of people to either of you so for him to pull you into a hug was a huge thing.

“Everything alright little bird?” he asked you tenderly.

You nod still in shock of what was going on.

Your mother bustled and turned to Roger, “And you are?”

“Mother this is Roger Taylor...my boyfriend,” you said after giving yourself a mental shake.

“Boyfriend?” Your mother said with a shaky smile.

You nod enthusiastically and make your way to Rog’s side resisting the urge to slip your hand into the crook of his arm.

“Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N),” Roger said extending his hand for them to shake.

Your father gave him a stiff nod but shook his hand whilst your mother turned from the group and made her way into the dining room.

“Is this why you avoided coming home for us to meet him?” Your father asked voice hard.

“Yes and no,” you say honestly. 

Roger knew the reasons why and wondered how long it would take your parents to figure them out.

“Don’t expect me to explain father,” you said standing your ground, “you know very well why.”

Your father’s eyes widened at this. Whether at your audacity of your tone or the fact that you made it clear you weren’t the type of woman to just take it.

Before your father could say anything else you mother called out, “Good thing I invited Charlie over for dinner.”

“Fuuuuck,” you said with a sigh.

“I told you not to invite him dear,” your father said, surprising you and your brother even more, as he made his way into the dinning room.

Your mother didn’t even bother whispering when she said, “I’m more than glad I invited him. By the looks of it Charlie needs to be here and make sure they get back together.

“He dumped him for cheating mother!” Your brother yelled as he threw his coat on.

“Well she should have looked the other way! It’s not as if she was trying to keep him happy as she should have,” your mother walked to quaint smile on her face to be greeted by Roger putting on his coat before passing you your scarf and helping you finish put your coat on.

“Where are you all going?” She asked.

“Enjoy Charlie’s company mother,” you say coldly and turned to the door without a second thought ignoring your mother’s protests as you went.

“(Y/N),” your father called.

You turned to him ready to refute whatever he was about to say when he shocked you by saying, “If you can, let’s meet at the restaurant that’s in your hotel and bring Roger. I’d– I’d like to catch up...please.”

“Here’s the address, if what you say it’s true then join us for breakfast,” Roger said voice hard.

Your father nodded solemnly and went up into the house ignoring his wife’s questions of if he managed to get them back for dinner.

You and Roger went into town with your brother for a private dinner before you promised to keep in touch with each other.

The following morning, as promised you met up with your father for breakfast where some of the air was cleared and mutual olive branches passed. And a promise of weekly calls was made. The topic of your mother was brought up, but you made it clear that if she couldn’t accept or at least pretend and civil towards Roger then there was nothing to be done. 

That is how your brother and parents went to a Queen concert your mother slumped in a chair in the audience still in denial that her only daughter chose a rockstar of all things to attach herself to.

[prism-sakura-s]

Gingerbread Houses

Chapter 2: The Home

Prompt: Fake Relationship for the Holidays

Warnings: sympathetic remus, nsfw mentions, caps

Pairings: Eventual romantic Intrulogical

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AO3

@sanderssidescelebrations

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The car pulled into the driveway, the sound of crunching following it. Logan ignored a comment from Remus (“The tires are grinding into the ground!”) as he concentrated on not hitting anything. 

“You know,” Remus mused, twirling his moustache, “rockets are already very phallic-looking.” 

“mhm.” Logan looked into the side mirror to make sure he wasn’t going to run over any of his mother’s flowerpots. 

“So what if there was a dildo shaped like it? It’ll even have its own launchpad, and when you activate it it’ll shoot up your-"

SLAM!

Remus and Logan froze as the car reversed in full speed, then screeched to a halt, causing them to lurch forward. 

"A little excited, aren't we?" Remus turned to grin at his companion, only to find Logan's forehead perched on the wheel, both his hands gripping it. "Uh oh-- Logan???"

That's when Remus noticed Logan's shoulders shaking, and small noises coming out of his mouth. It took Remus a while to realize, to his surprise, that Logan was suppressing giggles.

"Are you broken, dork?" Remus whispered.

Logan straightened with a small snort, then tried his best to wipe the smile off his face. "Apologies, it's just--" Another giggle out of his mouth, which he covered with his hand. "Your idea, it got me there, I have no idea why-- oh my god."

In a flash, the laughter was gone, and so was Logan, who had rushed out of the car in the drop of a hat.

Remus blinked, trying to process what had just happened. "Geez, does he like to do everything so fast?" he wondered with a smirk, removing his seatbelt. "I think I like that."

Outside the car, Logan was inspecting the rear, which had bumped into the flowerpots. There was not much damage; only one pot had been cracked. The rest were just knocked over by other pots, or tilted. Nonetheless, Logan didn't think his mother would fly into a rage if she saw the state of the flowers, just exasperated. 

"Wow," Remus whistled, "you didn't have to get that excited over my concept of a rocket dildo, Logie. Turned on much?" 

"Don't be ridiculous," Logan simply said, turning to re-enter the car. "I was just caught off-guard."

"But I was making jokes like that the whole trip!" Remus reminded him.

"You were asleep for half the ride."

"I was making jokes like that the whole time I was conscious!" 

Logan advanced the car a bit, making sure to keep a distance from the flowers. Afterwards, he turned off the ignition, grabbed the luggage (with Remus helping), and started towards the house. 

"Come on, Remus," Logan called. "It's about time you met my parents."

Remus squealed and ran towards Logan with his baggage-filled hands in the air.  

Then he tripped and face-planted into the ground. 

Logan found a smile creeping onto his face. He replaced it with a sigh and an eye-roll. Hopefully Remus could control himself around Logan's parents, unlike in the car. 

The weird thing was, Logan didn't really seem to mind Remus' gruesome and lewd thoughts. On the contrary, he even found some of them to be quite amusing. Not in the "haha dicks" or "haha murder" kind of way, but rather in the way one would be amused by a child's nonsensical ramblings. It was… cute. 

Cute? 

"Alright, Logan, I'm here and at your service!"

Remus was already beside Logan, who had just realized he had been staring at the door for a while. Logan turned to his "boyfriend" (oh, that's right, Remus was going to pretend to be his significant other), who was grinning, every inch of his face filled with excitement. 

"You called me 'Logan'," the respective person realized.

"Yeah? Whudaboutit?" 

"You mostly call me by a teasing, rather ridiculous nickname," Logan said.

"Oh, well, I figured those nicknames weren't going to be pleasurable to your folks, so I figured I'd call you by your real name, warm up a little." Remus' arms swung back and forth. "That's smart, isn't it Lo-lo?"

Logan felt the half-smile on his face once again, but didn't really bother to hide it this time. "Yes, I suppose it is."

Remus' grin suddenly shrank into a small smile as he glanced down at their hands. 

"Should we? We are supposed to be rubbing holes, after all.”  

“Are you ever going to use the term ‘dating’?” Logan asked. 

“Oh, should I not do that either? Okay!”

Logan smirked and slowly took Remus’ hand in his. “Well, shall we?”

Logan saw a tint of red covering Remus’ face as the latter stared up at him, but assumed it was from the cold. “You bet your sweet ass ass we shall, new boyfriend!” Remus exclaimed. 

The two walked to the front of the door, ready for a week of pretend. Logan pressed the doorbell, and the ringing tune that sounded throughout the house suddenly seemed to ground him. 

He was there. At his parents’ house. With Remus, his boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Boyfrie-

The door creaked open.

“LOGAN!”

Oh boy. 

“Hi ma,” Logan greeted with a small smile. 

“Oh, hello my dear, I’ve missed ya!” Maya Anderson cried, wrapping her arms around Logan. “Welcome home! Oh, I hope your journey wasn’t too tirin’, was it?”

“No, ma, we’re fine,” Logan reassured her. 

Mrs. Anderson detached herself and smiled, cupping her hand to Logan’s cheek. “Well, I am sure relieved. And this…” 

She grinned as she turned her head to Remus, who, Logan realized, had straightened his back and was smiling kindly, as if trying to look presentable. The aura around him had shifted considerably, although, Logan remembered, Remus was related Roman, so he probably picked up some acting skills from his brother. 

“This must be your boyfriend!” Mrs. Anderson squeed as she moved closer to Remus to inspect him. 

“Pleasure to meet you!” Remus said. “I’m Remus!”

Maya giggled. “Hello Remus! My, what a funny voice ya have! And Logan, I didn’t know ya had a thing for facial hair.” 

She patted Remus’ cheek before turning to head back into the house. “Come now, sugar, come in! There’s some afternoon snacks waitin’ for the two of ya, we better eat them before they get cold.” 

Mrs. Anderson walked into the house, calling, “Miiiitch! Lo-lo and his boyfriend Remus are here!!!”

A muffled, deeper voice seemed to respond from deep inside the home. 

Logan and Remus followed Mrs. Anderson into the house. She led them to the living room, where a cream-colored couch and a recliner surrounded a wooden coffee table, all in front of a television screen attached to the wall. Several paintings and pictures decorated walls and shelves. Various DVDs, board games and books were arranged on a standalone shelf located under the TV, beside more pictures. 

“Take a seat, why don’tcha?” Mrs. Anderson invited the two. “Let me bring your bags to your room, and I’ll get the snacks and tea. Mitch will be comin’ down in a hot minute.” 

Maya hummed as she made her way to the other room, presumably the kitchen. Remus made himself comfortable on the couch, flopping down onto it and rubbing his body all over. 

“At least make some space for me, Remus,” Logan said, sitting down on the far end. 

“Ughhhh, I’ve barely done anything and I’m already so tired,” Remus complained, kicking Logan’s legs, which Logan hardly appreciated. “How do you stay so stoic and boring all of the time? How???” 

“You don’t have to act so formal,” Logan said. “You can be as energetic as you wish, as long as you don’t act barbaric.”

“Your definition of ‘barbaric’ is much tamer than what it actually means, Hulk Hoe-gan,” Remus huffed. “Making jokes about dildos isn’t as horrifying as--gasp--” Remus straightened up, putting a hand over his mouth and widening his eyes in a comical fashion, which was admittedly quite funny to Logan, “murdering someone!” 

“But you joke about that too,” Logan reminded. “And it doesn’t matter which is more disturbing, the fact remains that my parents wouldn’t find it favorable if they thought I was dating someone who thought about rocket-shaped dildos and gruesome killings on the daily.”

“Not on the daily!” Remus corrected, feigning offense. “I only thought of that rocket dildo today! To make you laugh!” 

“Me, specifically?” Logan asked, an eyebrow raised. 

“I mean, you’re the only one in the car with me, so you’re automatically my audience!” Remus stuttered a bit, seemingly trying to get his rapid thoughts in order. 

"That is true," Logan said. "But, please try to keep up the effort? You don't have to hide your energetic self, just refrain from speaking of things that will perturb any normal person."

Remus flinched a little, but quickly recovered. “At least… some light jokes?" he pleaded.

Logan thought about it for a moment. "Alright, as long as it's nothing extreme." 

"Yay! Thank you, Daddy-o!" Remus exclaimed.

"No-"

"Did I hear someone say 'Daddy'?" 

Mitch Anderson stood in the doorway, staring down at the two on the couch with a smile. "I hope you kids aren't getting too naughty, what with the lack of adult supervision.” 

“Pa please,” Logan grumbled. 

Mr. Anderson chuckled and ruffled Logan’s hair. “Don’t get so riled up now Logan, y’know I’m just messin’ with you.”

“Hi Mr. Anderson!” Remus greeted. 

“Hiya,” Mr. Anderson said. “You must be Logan’s boyfriend!” 

“Yep,” Remus said, nodding vigorously, “I’m Remus!” 

“Pleasure to meet you,” Mr. Anderson said, taking a seat on the recliner. “Have y’all been doin’ okay?”

“Yes, we’ve been doing quite fine,” Logan affirmed. 

“Gotten into any fights?” Mr. Anderson asked with a grin. 

Logan sighed. “Why must you inquire me that every time?” 

“Why, is it wrong for a father to wonder if his son had stirred up any trouble?” Mr. Anderson took the remote from the coffee table and turned on the television. “It’s interesting!”

“Mitch, don’t pressure your son like that, now,” Mrs. Anderson berated her husband, entering the room with a plate of cookies and setting it down on the table. 

“Logie has been in a fight once!” Remus said, suddenly straightening himself. 

“With whom?” Mrs. Anderson asked, curiosity—and perhaps worriement—flooding her eyes. 

Logan shrugged awkwardly. “Er, it’s been a while, I can’t remember.”

“It was Cthulu!” Remus blurted. “He insulted my mustache so Logan here punched the daylights out of his face!”

Logan flinched, quickly turning his head to look at his parents’ reactions. They simply blinked. 

“O-Oh! It was merely a joke!” Mrs. Anderson chuckled rather nervously. “What a funny man ya are, Remus.”

“Though, it would have been impressive if Logan here was able to take down such a monster,” Mr. Anderson jested. 

Logan smiled apprehensively, and turned to Remus, who was grinning widely despite the lukewarm response. 

“I’ll get the tea now,” Mrs. Anderson said, turning to leave the room again. “I’ll be back in a jiffy.” 

“Well,” Mr. Anderson said, “anythin’ else you boys want to tell me about?”

“There sure are!” Remus said cheerfully. 

Logan took a cookie and allowed himself to fully relax into the couch, thankful for the shift in atmosphere. Maybe this week won’t be so stressful after all.

~

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fangbone! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Fangbone/Bill Characters: Fangbone, Bill Summary:

La vida en la tierra ha sido relativamente normal para Bill el humano desde que su mejor amigo, el guerrero craneano Fangbone retornó a su planeta de origen, Craneovania. Bill continuó sus días y hoy es un adolescente relativamente normal, hasta que algunos sucesos relacionados a la magia y un extraño suceso astronómico llamado "luna azul" despertarán sus sentimientos más enterrados con respecto a la partida de su amigo hace ya tantos años.

Google translatation below the cut

Blue Moon (One-shot!)

TheGreatGoddessScatagh_Macha Summary: Life on earth has been relatively normal for Bill the human since his best friend, the cranial warrior Fangbone returned to his home planet, Craneovania. Bill continued his days and today is a relatively normal teenager, until some events related to magic and a strange astronomical event called "blue moon" will awaken his most buried feelings regarding the departure of his friend so many years ago.

Notes: Well, to the corridas and everything, but I'm quite happy to finally be able to upload this one-shot of this beautiful series that lately has managed to enter its fandom!

In this fanfic, the headcannon endures that Bill really is good at practicing parkour, since in itself it is not a form of fight and in fact it works quite well with his personality more intelligent than warrior.

Clarified this, I hope you enjoy reading!

Work Text: Calm and darkness reigned in the room, breaking into pieces as the light of the single sun of the earth began to rise on the horizon, beginning the journey of a new day. Suddenly, the impertinent sound of the alarm banished the young head of fire from the dream paradise. Sleepy, he felt out of the warm fortress of his bed and put out the infernal apparatus, grumbling with disgust, got rid of the sheets. The alarm clock read five in the morning.

Determined not to allow the dream a victory, he sat up. The cold of the morning sneaked into the room making him tremble, he kept looking at an indeterminate point of the room, forcing himself not to go back to sleep. As a first task, he dressed in a blue slacks and gray tracksuit pants.

Taking care not to make much noise, he left his room, the hallway of his home was in the quiet silence of dawn, after all it was still too early even for his mother to get up. When he reached the kitchen, he took out the refrigerator and drank orange juice until it was satiated. With her mind still blank, she tied the laces of her slippers, took the mp3 from the table and started her way out.

The cold wind of the morning received him as soft but implacable licks on his face, the music soon began to sprout in his ears, giving him the perfect setting to start his morning run. Slowly the sun began to rise on the horizon, illuminating the world with its soft light, in the wind, the scent of another new dawn. He could see, out of the corner of his eye, his neighbor greeting him as he passed by; He raised his hand, returning the greeting, a big smile on his face as he walked down the sidewalk.

He ran, half way, a place in the past came as an intruder to disturb his thoughts. He observed the small set of land in the middle of the river, under the bridge. The water flowed peacefully between the improvised rock road that led to the rustic entrance, which from the outside seemed a direct hole to some well or dark and damp cave, but he knew, it was really the entrance to a cave where ever , had galleries adorned with swords, forge ovens and skulls of unknown creatures. But now, it was just an abandoned cave, where the dust reigned and perhaps no one, no one but him, could suspect that there was ever glory and life.

He pressed his lips in a grimace of nostalgia at the same time that a voice recalled in his head the name of that place, where in the past there would have been so many adventures.

He shook his head in an attempt to decimate those thoughts and that feeling of regret, finding then a renewed energy to continue with his "training."

Upon entering the city park, lungs burned in his chest, each puff resulted in a burning that ate the inside of his chest, the heart beat like a war machine against his ears, almost succeeding in drowning the music, and his hot body by the exercise began to sweat under the diver. The sun was already high in the sky, even with its light without the characteristic power of midday, playing and creating shadows among the treetops, while the morning wind flooded his entire being.

When she decided that she had achieved her goal today, she let herself fall under a tree, enjoying the heat that the sun slowly gave her between the branches, her reddish, damp hair clinging to her forehead as she felt the fire in her lungs. caused ironically by the freshness of the morning. Slowly he recovered, his lungs calming the itching and burning, his heart leaving the galloping trot of his ears and returning to his chest. Then, like a nocturnal walker lurking in the dark, a thought laden with grief hit with all his might against Bill, bringing to the non-mortal but ancient pain, while his voice rumbled in his head with a reality like a curse. which would never be undone.

Five years.

It had been five years since Fangbone, his friend, his "brother in arms" had returned to Craneovania, after the fall and final triumph over Drool they spent a couple of years fighting the numerous cracks that united their worlds and the deadly creatures, barbarians or assassins that appeared every time one opened. However, with the passage of time the cracks each time decreased in number, which, at first they believed was good, but they continued to decrease, then it was rare the occasion when they saw an open crack or even a creature belonging to Craneovania.

When they noticed, Magical Willow and Bear-ax advised Fangbone the idea that it was time to return home.

Obviously, the young barbarian had not been able to refuse to return, leaving Bill and his friends on earth under the vague promise - at least for Bill - that they would never stop being battle brothers.

No one could blame him, of course. Much less Bill. The young hair of fire understood well the decision of his friend. It was obvious that in the end, Fangbone could not avoid choosing Craneovania over the Earth, even though he wanted to believe, at the time, that the earth and he? It was equally important to the young warrior.

But now things were different. Bill was sixteen years old already, and they were halfway through high school. For his luck, it was not necessary to change the institute he attended. There were some new companions and other childhood friends, even so, this time there were no monsters constantly lurking, waiting for the slightest chance to lower their guard to steal the powerful big toe from some dark and poisonous green sorcerer, who I wished that extremity to complete its plan of the dominion of both planets. No, just normal days and relatively calm compared to that time.

And that was good. Bill had been convinced of that. Now he should not worry about not being strong enough, being hit by trolls, taken prisoner by some multi-eyed monster, having to save his brother from barbarous blood to become a "normal" subject for the rest of his days, or fight against his malignant version because of the crash of a cranial promise that he did not even understand why it involved sucking his fingers.

The last memory of Will made his body tremble, remembering himself so evil, damn skilful and without control of his own body, while an entity born of himself handled him like a puppet, where his own voice and opinion He had no place, using it to hurt his best friends.

God, how he hated Will. I did not want to know anything about dyeing her hair in blue, never-never.

He sighed as he concentrated on the music that had been pounding in his ears for several minutes and which he had forgotten as he immersed himself in the thoughts. Likewise, the lyrics of that song did not serve as a relief for his heart, which was frightened by the passage of time, and accustomed to the pain of abandonment. "We are blood brothers"

No more, not for a long time.

With that dark and heavy thought he sat up, he was refusing to let nostalgia overshadow his humor. For all the trolls, he began to look like his mother, worrying about a boy who would be able to kill him or a colossal beast without sweating or hurting himself at least during the process.

At least Fangbone was fine, though not sure, but happy in Craneovania, probably hunting some kind of strange and dangerous creature to claim another trophy, or fighting with other barbarians. Or hunting trolls to make them into soup while devouring quantities of unhealthy rancid meat for any human being, or confronting the Bear-Clan Leader to the point of getting him mad. That image in his head made Bill laugh, at the end of it all, he always hoped that his brother would be fine ... doing whatever he did.

As their spirits had returned, he sat up again, inhaling deeply to get as much air as he could, and starting a new race back to his home, now even more animated.

He had not yet entered his house when the scent so familiar and beloved from the freshly made waffles caused a snarl in his stomach. He entered the house, entering the kitchen and greeting his mother animatedly, who received him with his usual familiar smile while continuing to cook.

"Did you go running again?"

"That's right, today I broke my own record."

"Really? Haha, that's my son! But ... Bill ... "

His mother served the waffles while giving him a scrutinizing look from head to toe.

"You're all sweaty. You'd better take a bath before going to school. "

"I'll do it after eating your delicious waffles."

A laugh of complicity on the part of the woman was the bell that gave permission to the young redhead to begin to devour the delight of spongy dough known as waffles bathed in that sweet brown liquid. After savoring that delicacy cooked by the gods his mother , he went to the top of his house, locking himself in the bathroom and opening the hot water.

The warm torrent cleared away any regret that had accumulated in those few hours of the day, moving away the bad memories and nostalgia at least for the moment, plunging him into a stupor that almost caused him to arrive late to high school.

He entered his room and quickly began to organize everything to leave before the bus arrived. Clean and with backpack on his shoulder, he walked down the steps with speed and said goodbye to his caretaker before leaving the house on the way to the institute.

The school day continued with normal regularity, however for some reason which was unknown to the school in general was somewhat more shocked than usual. For his luck, it was pizza Wednesday and he had been able, this time, to arrive with enough speed to rejoice with the food. He took a bite of the delicious slice of dough covered with cheese when a familiar figure arrived at his table.

"Hello Bill!"

"Hello Patty"

The young woman took a seat in front of him with her tray, little powders of glitter fell from her black hair adorned with sticky glitter. While those years had served to grow both, the Asian girl's love for glitter was as strong as Bill's love of video games, something they could never completely abandon, or wish to do.

"Do you know why the whole school is like this?"

"What? Do you live under a stone? It's the month of the blue moon! "

"The blue moon?"

I would be lying if I said I was prepared for that news, perhaps because of the fact that the last few weeks I was somewhat self-absorbed in completing exams and projects along with their video games, but I had not heard anything about a blue moon, even in News. Even more, he doubted even that the moon was capable of taking such an unusual tone. He raised an eyebrow as he swallowed another piece of pizza, watching Patty, wondering if he would not indigestion when eating glitter that had occasionally fallen over lunch, or if she was already used to it.

"Every few years, an astronomical event happens, I do not remember what happened, but the moon turns into a beautiful blue color! Is not it amazing? There are even some strange rumors "

While he was limiting this, Patty threw a trail of bluish glitter over their heads and Bill did what was necessary to keep it from falling on his pizza, instead covering his reddish hair with the glitter.

"Strange rumors?"

"Yeah, I do not know, some weird magic or something. Were not you the one who knew about that? "

"Yes ... yes ... that was Patty a long time ago."

"Oh! Right ... I'm sorry Bill. I did not want to bother you. Did you not know anything about Fangbone? "

"No, since five years ago. Anyway, how are you going with that glitter? "

They continued having lunch, Patty quickly grasped the perhaps not so subtle request from Bill to change the conversation. However, that subject regarding the blue moon did not stop returning to his mind during the rest of the day.

He found himself reflecting about it in the afternoon, inside the bus, questioning how much truth there would be about those rumors. Bill always believed that the idea of ​​the moon turning blue was just a rumor, or it would be that when it happened in the past he was even more young and distracted as to get to notice something so irrelevant in his childhood. What if they were not just rumors?

Okay, it was okay, it was not like lately strange things were happening to her with increasing regularity. Because, hey, there was nothing strange about waking up to find that your alarm was flying above your head, then falling and hitting you. Or that the pencil you swore you had left on the desk appeared in your hand when you needed it to complete a task. Yup. Nothing strange here.

Well, maybe it was not quite normal. But they could not blame him, after all, Bill firmly believed that all the remnants of his magic had been swallowed by that horrible Drool-balloon creature. What if that event had something to do with, perhaps, his magic as a sorcerer was not completely lost? For some reason, the vague idea of ​​that hope caused his heart to beat aggressively. The rest of the journey back home could not stay still, and was not even able to stop when entering his abode.

"Holamam, I can not speak anymore, I need to contradict!"

He was not even really sure that his strange greeting had been understandable to the woman, however, he did not notice it when he stumbled on the stairs climbed to the second floor and locked himself in his room.

He turned on the lights, breathing hard, looking around in the disaster that was his room. Dammit! Why was it that he had never been given to order before !? The first thing he did was clear the floor, throwing the messy shirts and pants, along with comics and video games away from the road. Then he stopped to think. I was literally looking for an enormous book of sorcery. Even he, no matter how messy he was, could lose him in a place as small as his room.

He had the idea of ​​first looking under his bed for a silly idea, he had to admit, underneath it and frustrated to find only empty pizza boxes and other dirt, a blue glow from outside caught his attention. Hitting his head as he left, he found that the huge book literally floated in front of him, wrapped in a celestial wake of energy.

"AAAAH! Wait, wait- this is fine, yes, of course. It's okay. Now ... if only I could lower it carefully- "

With a frightful rumble, the huge tome fell to the ground, then bowed like a fallen tree and banged against his desk. He cursed as, straining, he incorporated the colossal glossary.

The rest of that day was spent absorbed inside those pages, looking for anything related to the moon or similar astrological events, however, he found in the early morning the fact that there seemed to be nothing useful for him. Frustrated, he sighed and went downstairs, trying to make as little noise as possible; he had skipped dinner for a stupid idea, and now, his stomach roared with ferocity claiming him for food.

He sat in the dark kitchen, only the dim light from the second floor illuminating the place, while he ate the cold leftovers and pondered. After all, it would be difficult to find anything about astronomy considering that Craneovania had in itself three suns, each with a name from some body part. It was not like it was the same for the earth.

...Just a moment.

Opening her eyes wide at her own epiphany, she hit her head, questioning how it had not occurred to her before, then taking a bottle of juice and running upstairs to her room.

What if the reason why he had not found anything in that tome of sorcerers was, precisely, because in Craneovania there were no similar lunar events? That would explain why there was none of that, since no sorcerer would have been exposed to an event as such before.

So what he had to do was look for information pertaining to the earth, surely there would be information about magic, or at least something that would guide him. For his luck, the largest information portal on his planet was a laptop away.

Under the excuse that he had to study, Bill spent the following days of the week until countless hours of the night and the dawn investigating. He found that, to his surprise, there was a huge community of magic on earth, consisting mostly of witches and wiccans, along with other types of sects. Maybe they were not the type of wizards like Magic Willow, since they did not throw cats in a battle against trolls, but it was the closest thing to them and their best route to find out what happened to their powers, and if they could still use them. He even visited the observatory for more scientific information. He had discovered that, in past ages, the blue moon had been considered as an astronomical event where it was believed that there were two full moons in the same month, however, at present it was considered a strange event that occurred every certain number of years, related to the position of the Earth in its orbit with respect to other planets, and that not only altered the tides, but also that it seemed to have a general effect on the environment among humans and even unusual behaviors had been observed by the humans. animals.

On the internet, he found that for many sects it was considered an event of great astronomical convergence and, therefore, of great energy. Many religions in the past would have used that time as a moment for the realization of the most intricate rituals, given the amount of planetary energy that was accumulated in the earth.

With that information, Bill deduced that perhaps that convergence was what was causing the resurgence of his previously extinct powers. And with that information, he went to sleep.

He was trapped, the corridors seemed to close around him as he put more effort into running. He did not feel the fatigue of the effort, as if his body was able to guide him farther than he had ever dreamed. He felt as if his dreams were fighting against the machines inside his head, like adversaries.

Then a strange door, then the light of torches in an old place, malignant and abandoned. He did not even try to stop before the huge monsters that ran to meet him, he knew he was not strong enough to fight them. He raffled them, sliding away from his fearsome claws. With speed he approached a balcony, jumping over it, and abandoning himself to the void with the assurance that he would be safe.

During the fall, before him, a beautiful landscape was rising. Two beautiful moons, bright in the starry sky of a mountainous land and full of life, illuminating the water that waited beneath its fall.

The water was freezing, but he felt more alive than ever. I was free. A voice, a call from someone who was looking for him. He did not know who he was, but he was looking for him, guiding him to the surface.

He raised his hand above his head, swimming toward the light of the moons. Then he could feel it, a strong and warm grip that took him out of the frozen solitude under the water, receiving him in the warmth of a hug.

Bill woke up screaming, babbling some incoherent words. Tears ran hot down her cheeks, and the pressure in her chest did not allow her to breathe. It felt good, and bad. Pain and happiness, both coexisted in his heart, why did he hurt so much? He did not even remember who was calling him off the surface, in the dream.

So why did he feel so bad, as if he had returned with something or someone he had lost?

Instead of denying the tears, he allowed them to run freely, whimpering for that anguish, and for that being who did not know if he had managed to find him in his dreams. There was no point crying for a dream, and he did not care. The overload of emotions was stronger for his sleepy sense of reason, confused and too tired to understand it. When he finally calmed down, he saw on his alarm clock that it was barely 3:30 am. He collapsed on the bed, exhausted and tired, he was not able to understand that before falling asleep again.

Upon awakening, his whole body ached, he felt as if a huge anvil had been thrown over his body, and it took him several minutes to remember why he was awake. I had the feeling that I had not been able to sleep well. Then he managed to remember that perhaps his powers as a sorcerer were back with him.

That was the only reason why he decided to get up that day as soon as he could wake up enough to think coherently, since he had proposed to try again after so many years. That afternoon in his high school there would be an event with food to observe the moon, and therefore, it was the day when more energy would be available. Sleepy, he yawned as he pondered sitting on his bed. If he wanted to get at least one small result before going to school, then he had to think of a word for his spells.

The phrase "bongopepinillo" came to him, but he discarded it with great speed. Even for him it was rather childish, after all, that had been a random phrase at the first moment when he began using his powers. He gazed around the room, hoping that a new idea would come miraculously to him. Then he saw the CD package of one of his favorite movies "Musculoso II"

Okay, maybe "Muscled" was not the best wizard phrase. I knew, however, anything was better than "bongopepinillo". He sat up and opened the volume of the sorcerer in the first pages, he had decided that the first thing he would try to do would be to levitate something light, like a book or something. He inhaled deeply and concentrated on the realization of the spell, unsure of what he hoped to gain from it.

"Very well ... Here we go, muscular!"

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing, the book on his desk stood there motionless, almost laughing at his misfortune.

He tried again, not even the leaves had moved with a breeze.

"Oh, come on!"

However, he was not going to give up so easily. He kept repeating that on several occasions, one less fruitful than the last. When he was about to give up, he tried one more time.

"Muscular!"

Then, as by some higher force, the book began to shine. It was first a bluish tone, almost imperceptible to his gaze, which intensified until it formed an entire halo around it. Then Bill raised his hand slowly, and gradually the book rose above the surface of the desk.

"Do not joke! Amazing!"

In his hullabaloo he almost dropped the book, and as if it were his most precious possession, he kept it floating a few centimeters above the ground.

Its powers. He had powers.

I still had powers !!

Weak, it was true, but they were there, dormant waiting to be used.

"Whojoooo!"

Unable to contain himself anymore, he shouted a shout of pure joy into the air as he leaped energetically. And then the book, which was still under his control, shot out around the room, throwing to the floor several boxes of video games and other belongings, to end up crashing into the head of the redhead, who fell to the floor of his room with a huge noise, growling because of the pain.

The last thing he saw was the roof of the place, illuminated by the morning light, and then he noticed his alarm clock on the night table, marking seven thirty in the morning.

Seven thirty.

... he was late for school.

Profiling an endless number of words that her mother would have reproached, she sat up violently and quickly dressed herself with the first thing she found at hand, cursing herself for becoming so absorbed in her new powers as for forgetting her schedules.

However, that day had been absurdly good. It did not matter if a locker had fallen on him, Bill felt encouraged as in a long time he did not remember doing it. I waited anxiously for a child to come in the afternoon, to conclude classes to go to the school playground, even if it was just to do something as simple as sit and wait for the moon to appear. Nothing could that day take away the hopeful and triumphant smile on her face, even if she got repeated calls for attention from the teacher, as she was with a drowsy and idiotic look in class when she should be paying attention.

He did not care. His powers were back, and that was enough for him.

Finally he was reunited with his companions and friends in the courtyard. The aroma of grilled hamburger meat filled the air, along with the music and the light conversation of the growing group of people. Even the teachers had decided to attend. For several hours I wait with a strange feeling fluttering in his stomach. He was undoubtedly nervous. His cold, sweaty hands trembled with emotion, and he smiled like a fool. What would happen? What if a portal opened? That was not possible, right? And even if it happened, I could not even tell if it was a Craneovania portal.

Even with all these insecurities, he found himself with a great hope that something would happen that night. I could feel it. Even his friends told him that he was even more cheerful than he already was.

The night came closed, and just for that occasion, I had even heard the rumors that they had agreed at the city hall to turn off most of the lights, for a better perception of the show. So the stars slowly came to be seen in the sky, illuminating it as Bill never remembered having appreciated before, only in the observatory. And yet, the white glow that tinted the darkness of the sky seemed even more special than usual, then the young redhead allowed himself to let his heart light up.

The moon appeared.

In the open night sky, the huge platinum star began its ascent through the darkness, which like two deep claws, born from the ocean, dispersed before its arrival.

His heart beat against his chest as if he had run a marathon for several hours. Slowly, the hours passed in the celebration while the moon took its place as the sole ruler of the night. Then it began to be dyed a subtle blue that then ended up engulfing the platinum color, merging with it. The people who had attended were silent, as if consumed by that supernatural beauty. His legs trembled and he might have fallen if it was not because he was leaning against a wooden bench.

The beautiful stele of celestial color was consumed in the center of the moon, and it expanded strongly, decimating itself in the night sky while the star remained of that color, dominating the skies.

Triumphant cries were heard from most of the people, while others took pictures and some others drank.

But Bill just felt cold.

That was all? And if so, then what was he waiting for? Did he think what, that there was going to be a huge portal through which Fangbone might enter, and he would apologize for leaving just like that so long ago? Was that really what he was waiting for, like a damsel waiting for his savior?

His body shuddered, this time not with joy, but with emptiness. He felt a void in his chest that threatened to swallow all light and hope he had imagined, even in the part he would never admit. A lump in his throat threatened to carry the tears and drop them, angry with himself.

She said goodbye to her friends, claiming that her mother would worry if she did not get home soon. It was a lie, he just wanted to walk. Walk and feel alone. Had he really been so naive?

While walking in the cool and deep world of the night, illuminated by those celestial rays, that guided him in the dark. Yes, it was true that his powers were back, but he knew, deep inside, that this was not what he had expected to happen.

He was an idiot.

He was an idiot for waiting for Fangbone to return, or for even hopeful about it. He was an imbecile to be deluded. His life on earth was good, he was sure of that. So, why did he want it back? He was angry at him, angry at leaving him, at choosing Craneovania above all they had lived.Even if a part of him knew well that this was not true, he did not want to think about that. I just wanted to be angry and frustrated.

"Hey boy, where are you going?"

"Leave me alone."

He had not even noticed that a group of boys until he heard their voices, probably older than him, had passed by his side on the way. I had noticed the smell of alcohol and cigarettes coming from them.

"I heard, we're talking to you, you little fool. So you talk to your elders? "

He cursed them inside. He stopped his step, turning to see them in the darkness. There were at least three subjects. Slowly the blood began to pump through his body, the hair on his body bristling at the thought of the threat approaching him.

"M -... look guys, I do not want problems. I do not have the phone on me, I do not have anything of value. Voucher? We do not have to fight "

"Oh? And who was talking about a fight? We just want to talk to you boy. You are very brave to go out alone at night. "

I hated it. The tone of voice, the voice itself of that subject disgusted him. He was angry, angry at those subjects for not leaving him alone, angry at Fangbone for abandoning him so long ago, and not even trying to contact him at any time, angry about always having to run, being the brain and still the weakest in front of others. He could not contain himself when the words sprang from his mouth.

"Then leave me alone, damn it!"

The moment he finished saying that, he regretted it. They did not need any more words, he could see that evil and ruthless tint in the eyes of those subjects. At a speed that his slowed brain could not comprehend, his body had already turned and he was running as fast as he could.

Behind him he heard the screams of his attackers, hunting him as if it were an animal. Inhaling, he ran faster, trying to think of some way to lose sight of them.

He turned into a corridor between buildings and houses, passing by some trash cans and throwing them along the ground. He heard the clang of metal against the ground as he pulled away, throwing behind him anything that worked as an obstacle, yet his attackers kept up the pace. He turned a corner, finding several meters ahead a huge wooden fence in front of him. Dammit!

Seeing no loopholes, he increased the capacity of his impulse and jumped, climbing over some garbage cans and taking a long stride towards a container. He almost lost his balance in the bullfight, mating all his strength to stay on his feet, and propelling himself. He held on to the fence, lifting his hips and his legs danced in the air, falling from the other side with a big bang.

His whole body ached, he was too agitated to repair the damage. Sitting up awkwardly, he continued running until his lungs burned and his legs gave way to exhaustion.

He stopped at the corner of a street, drowning in his own breath. He coughed, inhaling heavily.

"There is no longer where to flee, child."

He turned violently, two of the subjects had been left behind, however, the one that seemed his leader had been able to hunt his trail yet and when he was sure he had run at least ten blocks.

Then he noticed the celestial light that illuminated the dark face of his attacker, and remembered the moon.

Moon. Its powers. I could use them!

But I was barely able to lift a book without causing a disaster ...

Perhaps, what I needed was just to cause a disaster.

He concentrated on his powers, without even really being sure what he wanted to achieve, then concentrated on not killing the man accidentally.

"Come on, come on, you can! You have to do it!"

"Wow ... you're really weird, are not you?"

He could feel what he believed was the magic flowing inside him, like a huge pulse pulsing in his chest, purging out. He concentrated on directing it through his hands.

" MUSCLE! "

A huge torrent of blue energy erupted from his body, heading in the direction of the man. Then a wheel flew out of a nearby car and threw the subject against the asphalt. Bill focused on him, surrounding his entire body with the wake of energy.

Sweat dripped down his face, hitting his hair to his face, the scrapes and blows hurt him and his chest burned with a force that had never felt, at least not since he fought against the monsters of Drool. Suspending him, he moved the subject through the air, who did not stop screaming and insulting to be lowered, and threw it, stopping to strike against a lamppost.

The wake of celestial magic slowly disappeared, the young head of fire fell on one of his knees, although both ached from the previous fall in his unfortunate encounter with the fence.

His attacker remained motionless on the ground, completely knocked out. Bill sighed in relief. When his legs were strong enough to keep him on his feet, he started on his way, he was not far from home.

As he walked the adrenaline began to diminish, and then he could have a notion of the wounds scattered on his body. In general, the damage was not so great. His knees were bleeding from the fall, he had numerous scrapes and bruises, and probably tomorrow parts of his body would ache that he did not know he used when walking ... or breathing. Apart from that, he was fairly well.

Then he remembered why he was angry before. However, that feeling did not last long in his heart, as he soon began to have the growing feeling that he was still being watched. He looked around, there was no one in sight. He stopped to sharpen his hearing, unable to listen to anyone, he came to fear hearing in the distance the voices of the subjects who had tried to rob him, but in truth he did not hear anything.

If he thought about it, confronting them verbally and then running away had not been the best of his plans in a long time. Likewise, even if he had tried to reason, he probably would not have been unharmed without at least one good hit on his face and ribs, so even if it was not the best, he preferred that to being intimidated by a group of imbeciles. And the event with the car wheel was a huge demonstration that his sorcerer's powers were with him, that Drool had not left him empty of magic. Maybe now he could use them like he did not at the time.

But he could not shake the instinct that now, it was someone's new prey, or something.

So consumed was he in his thoughts, lost in thought, that he did not even notice the gentle flow of water under the river that ran beside him, he did not even notice that place so familiar to him. He could not feel it, because at that moment he swore that a shadow had passed close to him.

He turned around, tired of that situation. He would walk across the bridge to get to his house, and if that involved facing another thief or a huge dog or what the damned universe had him, then he would.

Arriving at the stone bridge he walked over it, noticing again that entity that used its agility to stay hidden among the shadows that the faint light of the blue moon did not reach to illuminate. He stopped halfway, closing his fists.

"Alright, I'm fed up! Whoever it is, or whatever, leave me alone! I had a lot for a day fighting with those morons! Just attack me and y- .. "

He did not finish his sentence, since when he turned to finish speaking, holding a sword that shone with softness and sharpness, a huge human figure, illuminated by the bluish light, stood at the other end of the bridge, observing him.

[fae-fucker]

Shatter Me: Chapter 10-11

Chapter 10

Last time we were in this heck hole of a book, Adam had been revealed to be a soldier and we were introduced to Warner Bros., the resident sexy bad boy who has offered Juliette a job as his personal weapon. 

Adam leads Juliette through some hallways and she’s like totally hot for him still.

I feel him shift in the darkness and soon his body is too close so disarmingly close to mine. His hand is on my lower back and he’s guiding me through the corridors toward an unknown destination. Every inch of my skin is blushing. I have to hold myself upright to keep from falling backward into his arms.

“I’m 100% convinced this man wants to kill me but hotdamn I’d still tap that.”

I can’t even start explaining how much sense this all just makes, you know?

I’m painfully excited but I haven’t felt natural light on my skin in so long I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it.

This is why people hate first person narration. Fucking look at this garbage.

The air hits me first.

It’s my phantom fist.

Juliette is in awe of all the outside that she’s feeling right now before Adam stuffs her into a tank. A TANK. She also mentions soldiers looking at them and I have to wonder what kind of facility this actually is.

They drive off and Juliette angsts about how shitty everything is and how the world is dead. We also get more information -- if you can call it that -- about how the Reestablishment came into power and became the Establishment, if you will.

I remember there were rules. No more dangerous imaginations, no more prescription medications. A new generation comprised of only healthy individuals would sustain us. The sick must be locked away. The old must be discarded. The troubled must be given up to the asylums. Only the strong should survive.

Ok, so this sounds like good ole fascism right there, so this could theoretically be a thing (because it kind of is right now). It’s got that proper us-vs-them mentality that’s at the core of most authoritarian governments. But then Tahereh gets greedy:

No more stupid languages and stupid stories and stupid paintings placed above stupid mantels. No more Christmas, no more Hanukkah, no more Ramadan and Diwali. No talk of religion, of belief, of personal convictions. Personal convictions were what nearly killed us all, is what they said.

This is just dumb. People in power often use religion to justify their toxic views, and I’m having a hard time seeing humanity (which has gone to war over religion over and over again) giving up all of their religions just because some dingdongs claimed it would help.

Now, I’m not shitting on religious people here, I’m just stating the facts that I do not see humanity accepting this new hardcore atheist government that says that being a person with beliefs and convictions is bad.

Usually dictatorships and authoritarian governments are based on an us-vs-them mentality. The people in power pick a target that they label as “other” and create propaganda to “unite” the people against a common “threat”. “Our” group is presented as strong, righteous, and good to reinforce the love for their own group while strengthening the hate for the “other”.

Forcing the population to war against ... itself? Convincing a population that they’re all terrible to the point where they’ll all just go “yeah I guess we are, please control us”? I don’t see it. Many YA dystopias are based on this idea and I honestly don’t see how this could ever work. 

A potential leader telling you that you’re the best, better than that guy over there, let’s go kill him? That clearly works on a population. A potential leader telling you that you suck and that you should give them the power over you so they can fix you? That’s suspicious as fuck. This sounds more like a cult than a government, and sure, cult tactics do work, but cults target very specific individuals that they slowly groom into accepting their views, and they’re often small as a result of this and the fact that they isolate their members from society. Doing this to a whole population? Nah.

I think this kind of is a side-effect of YA authors being afraid of taking a side? You don’t wanna write about a nasty white dude taking power and making everyone believe that everyone other than a white dude is a piece of dirt because that might upset the white dudes, so you just kind of write governments that are weirdly diverse but are “evil” because they hate ... humanity in general? And we’re all humans, so clearly we’ll think they’re evil! Easy! 

This is also why YA dystopias often create worlds that are super hardcore and oppressive, but conveniently never racist or misogynistic or homophobic, so they’re somehow more advanced than we are when it comes to equality but also more barbaric. *insert I’m not [thing], I hate everyone equally joke here*

And I get it. Writing about real-life oppression mirrored in a fake world is hard and icky and uncomfortable. But if you’ve set out to write a proper dystopia and you end up with this, you do kind of cheapen it all by making your dark-haired white girl oppressed because of her cool superpower/rebel spirit while the government is made up of a diverse cast of bad guys who are all bad because the narrative said so.

I think I went off on a tangent. What I’m trying to say is: people take elements from 1984 even though the parts they take from it don’t make any dingdang sense in the context of their worlds.

Anyway, Juliette tells us that there is, in fact, an underground rebel movement that’s waiting for the right moment to strike. I don’t know how she knows that and I don’t know why they’re waiting, but whatever.

We pull up to a structure 10 times larger than the asylum and suspiciously central to civilization. From the outside it looks like a bland building, inconspicuous in every way but its size, gray steel slabs comprising 4 flat walls, windows cracked and slammed into the 15 stories. It’s bleak and bears no marking, no insignia, no proof of its true identity. 

Political headquarters camouflaged among the masses.

How bad is this camouflage that Juliette, who presumably has never been inside, is able to figure out what it is? I can’t accept the idea that she’s supposed to be super insightful, for obvious reasons. 

Chapter 11

Dirty money is dripping from the walls, a year’s supply of food wasted on marble floors, hundreds of thousands of dollars in medical aid poured into fancy furniture and Persian rugs. I feel the artificial heat pouring in through air vents and think of children screaming for clean water. I squint through crystal chandeliers and hear mothers begging for mercy. I see a superficial world existing in the midst of a terrorizing reality and I can’t move.

[...]

They filled our world with weapons aimed at our foreheads and smiled as they shot 16 candles right through our future. They killed those strong enough to fight back and locked up the freaks who failed to live up to their utopian expectations.

Ok so um. I see the point you’re trying to make here and I agree that rich people are the devil and that we should eat them, but in this world that you’ve created, this kind of makes no sense.

How ... How exactly are they “stealing” or “wasting” money if they’re in charge of the economy and the production of everything? Who exactly are they stealing from if they’ve murdered most of the population anyway? Are they paying people to have those Persian rugs made? Isn’t it more logical to assume they’ve just taken stuff that has already existed, since nobody else was using it? 

Like, you have real-life examples of how politicians and corporations get rich, and this ... this isn’t one of those ways. You don’t blast a population to death and then start producing wealth out of nowhere. New wealth doesn’t just magically appear once you’ve stolen “everything” from the population.

You know for someone who was complaining about how evil the eestablishment are for taking away art and fancy things, she sure doesn’t want any of this art or fancy things. The Reestablishment was also established (hueh) to promote a “simple” lifestyle, and yeah, usually dictatorships do that to the population while they live like kings, but Juliette hasn’t noted this hypocrisy yet, she’s just cringing at the fancy things so far.

Let’s hope she does.

Whatever. Juliette is all disgusted with the luxury around her and sees blood all over (See because she thinks people have been sacrificed to Big Corporate for all this fancy stuff. It’s poetic you see because poor people have uuuuh died for all this stuff and all that.), so much so that she has a breakdown.

I’m in the air. I’m a bag of feathers in [Adam’s] arms and he’s breaking through soldiers crowding around for a glimpse of the commotion and for a moment I don’t want to care that I shouldn’t want this so much. I want to forget that I’m supposed to hate him, that he betrayed me, that he’s working for the same people who are trying to destroy the very little that’s left of humanity and my face is buried in the soft material of his shirt and my cheek is pressed against his chest and he smells like strength and courage and the world drowning in rain. I don’t want him to ever ever ever ever let go of my body. I wish I could touch his skin, I wish there were no barriers between us.

Ok so first you get all upset over how these guys are evil for having all this stuff, and the next second you’re creaming yourself about how you totally wanna bang this dude you don’t know and who you’re convinced wants to kill or otherwise hurt you?

Makes that whole previous freakout seem a bit cheap now, dontcha think?

Juliette begs Adam to kill her because she just can’t handle how horny she is for him how rich and evil these people are, but he’s like naw dawg, can’t kill the protagonist in a trilogy this early. 

Adam takes her to a room and Juliette complains about how pretty and luxurious it is.

Listen. I don’t care how strong her ess-joo spirit is. Girl has been locked up in a cell all alone for 200+ days. Justice for the poor should be at the very back of her head, not her main concern. She should be shitting herself with joy right now.

“Please don’t let go of me put me down,” I tell him.

Tahereh ... sweetie. You can’t do this in dialogue. That’s not ... that’s not how anything works. Did she actually say this and then quickly correct herself? I should be enchanted by this riveting dialogue, not be taken out of the experience trying to figure out if this girl has two voices like she’s possessed by Pazuzu.

Juliette asks Adam to leave her alone, which he says isn’t an option, since Warner Bros. considers her a threat and has thus decided that Adam must watch her at all times. Which means he’ll be moving in.

Yikes. I know it’s all a (rather fanfiction-y) setup for their “romance”, but still, how creepy and uncomfortable is that?

I want to hate him and judge him and scream forever but I’m failing because all I see is an 8-year-old boy who doesn’t remember that he used to be the kindest person I ever knew.

Yeah, can’t wait until he’s suddenly written to be super evil so Warner Bros. can swoop in and save you. 

And, really? “I know he’ll be invading my privacy for who knows how long and I’m pretty sure he wants me harm or at least wouldn’t mind inflicting it if ordered, but he was a nice kid back in school, so I can’t bring myself to hate him!” Great.

Adam tells her that she has to change into less icky clothes and says that there’s a bathroom. 

I see a door connected to the room and I’m suddenly curious. I’ve heard stories about people with bathrooms in their bedrooms. I guess they’re not exactly in the bedroom, but they’re close enough.

1) This narration is completely OOC for Juliette, and also really dumb.

2) So we went from “fuck all this rich people crap!!” to “ooh, my own bathroom? sweet!!” Consistency who?

 Adam says that there are no cameras in the bathroom, which means that there are cameras in the bedroom. Juliette is only mildly concerned with this.

Adam says that Warner Bros. will be expecting her for dinner, and then goes to show her how the stuff in the bathroom works. 

He then acts a bit weird, looking around and putting his finger to his lips to tell her to be quiet, and Juliette assumes he’s about to rape her and wishes she could kill herself.

He of course isn’t and leaves when he realizes why she’s freaking out.

So uh. This suddenly got dark. 

[multifandomhaven]

The Warden’s Duty

Okay, guys, one-shots from here on out with this story. It's going to still be in order, but it's not going to detail everything that happens between each one. I hope you liked this chapter! It's pure fluff and it was so, so much fun to write. There's Laien/Jon, Laien/Sam and Laien/Sansa - I loved writing Sam's scenes - he's such a sweetheart.

*Keira means dark haired, just a heads up!

Anyway, enough rambling! On to the story, let me know what you think!

Chapter Five

Mid year, about six moons into their marriage, the letters from Dorne stopped arriving as frequently as they had been, and the spring thaw had began and the last remnants of Winter melted away with the sun's bright rays. Laien had grown used to her new home in the North, she still missed Dorne from time to time, and she knew that if it weren't for her new sisters and husband she'd have already lost her mind.

Laien quickly found fondness in her heart for her lord husband - he was a very passionate, kind, strong, honorable man, just as the rumors she'd heard before she arrived had promised. He was attentive man, going out of his way to give her the attention she needed to feel as comfortable as he could.

Late one night when Laien had grown sick for the third time in a row Jon had roused from his sleep and went out into the night's air to find Maester Sam himself. Sam came with a smile, as always, but with sleep still in his eyes. He checked her over under Jon's watchful eye.

"Well, my lady, from your symptoms it seems that you're not actually ill at all." Sam smiled happily, his full cheeks glowing puffing out even further.

Laien's brow raised high on her sweaty forehead - she'd retched all night and into the morning light, she knew something was wrong. "Well then, Maester Sam, tell me why I've emptied my stomach of anything I've eaten in the last five nights!"

Sam's smile grew wider and he turned his head to grin at his friend in the corner, looking as brooding as ever, before turning his eyes back to Laien. He was unfazed at her words, he'd grown used to the mood changes of women since his Gilly had only birthed his second son only weeks before. "When did you last bleed, my lady?"

Laien's cheeks grew hot with embarrassment, but she had no time to respond.

Jon stepped carefully into the center of the room, his eyes boring into Sam's. "Are you certain?"

Sam nodded and Jon knelt beside the bed, not trusting his knees, like he had done so many times that night. Jon's his face as pale as snow, and Laien scarcely thought he might vomit as she had.

Jon nodded quickly, then looked up at his lady wife. His eyes were full of some kind of emotion Laien couldn't describe. "Laien? Your last moonblood?"

Laien shook her head, her mouth opening and closing without words. "I-I don't know...," she thought hard, her hand resting on her stomach - it seemed to help stop it from turning. She sat quietly for a moment before her large, brown eyes widened and she gasped. "Just after we were married! Gods! How could I not have noticed?"

Sam shook his head gently. "You were under a lot of stress, my lady. You were in a new place with new people..."

"Am I with child?" Laien asked, her voice so small she didn't know if either man could hear it.

Sam nodded softly. "It seems so, my lady."

Jon let out a shaky breath and Laien covered her eyes with the palms of her hands. Sobs left her lips as she breathed in. Jon excused Sam and raised himself onto the bed, his hand rubbing her back.

"Shh," Jon whispered. "S'alright."

Laien shook her head, her eyes still covered with her hands. Jon firmly grasped her wrists, careful not to hurt her, and pulled them away from her face.

He stared at her with a small smile. "Laien, you're bringing our child into the world."

"I don't know anything about children," Laien sobbed. "I'm the youngest child, I never had to care for younger siblings..."

Jon shushed her again, and buried his hand in her thick hair. He brought her forward with a small tug and pressed his lips to her forehead before speaking. "I helped with my siblings. And I've heard stories - it'll come natural to ya."

"What if I hurt it? I don't know how to hold a baby!" Laien whimpered. "I don't know how to calm a child from crying!"

"Gilly will let you hold Julien if only you ask." Jon said quietly. "She'll help prepare you for motherhood as best she can."

Laien nodded her head and sniffed. "Thank you."

"There's nothing to be thanked, Laien. You're my wife," Jon smiled and slid his hand down her neck, over her breast, and ended it's path on her lower abdomen. "And you are carrying my child. It is me who should be thanking you."

Jon watched as Laien smile briefly before her eyes widened and she covered her mouth for the hundredth time that night. "Fetch the bucket!"

Laien groaned as she was helped from her place in the throne room by Sansa, her sister smiling and placing her slender hand on the woman's ever growing stomach.

"Laien, if you grow much more you're bound to pop open!" Sansa laughed, her eyes full of wonder at the woman beside her. "How've you been feeling?"

Laien almost glared at the girl. "Like my ankles are cracking apart. Jon's had to place two extra chamber pots in our room because of how many times I must go nightly. I am bloated. I am hungry, but there's nothing I want to eat. I'm tired but I can't go to sleep..."

A thin, red brow raised on Sansa's forehead. "Fret not, sister. Maester Sam says only a few more weeks until the baby comes."

Laien's lips curled at the thought of her little baby. Unconsciously she moved her hand atop Sansa's own. "I can hardly wait to see it's little face."

"Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" Sansa asked quietly, her hand moving from Laien's stomach to her arm, helping her out of the room.

Laien's shoulders shrugged and she felt her mood darken. "For Jon's sake? A boy."

"Laien, you know Jon doesn't care about that." Sansa scolded lightly. She led Laien into the Great Hall. Sansa had called the servants to prepare Laien some buttered bread and blood orange jam. "He and you are going to love this child even if it were born a great, snarling direwolf."

The expectant mother nodded, a soft sigh leaving her. "I know Jon doesn't care. But the council - they will look down on the foreigner that can't even give their leader what's expected of him. I will be thought useless, a waste of a political marriage."

Sansa stopped in her tracks, her arm pulling Laien back a step. In her eyes was a blue fire. "You are not just a political alliance anymore, Laien. You are my sister. You are Lady of Winterfell. You are a part of the North now. If someone says anything of you or your child I will pluck their eyes from their sockets myself."

Laien nodded, touched by the girl's sweet, but slightly barbaric, words. "I know you would, sister, and I truly thank you for it, but you know how things like these come to pass."

"And they will pass, Laien. Just worry about the baby in your belly and let Jon and me handle the rest."

Sansa helped her sit, watching as Laien winced. Her hands shot to her stomach. "Oh!"

"Are you alright?" Sansa asked quickly. "Should I fetch Sam?"

Laien shook her head. "No, it's just - Oh! - the baby is moving around."

Sansa's eyes lit up. "May I feel?"

"Of course!" Laien took her hand and once again placed it on her stomach. Laien winced as, once again, the child seemed to stretch it's entire body inside her. Sansa smiled so wide Laien feared the girl's face might split in two. "Can you feel it?"

Sansa nodded. "Oh my! It's really moving, isn't it?"

"Is that blood orange jam?" Laien asked quickly, eyeing the tray in the servant's hands. "Oh, I do believe I've died and gone to the Heavens."

Misery.

It was the only word that defined how Laien felt as she lay in her bed, birthing her first born child. It felt like she was being ripped apart! Another scream passed through her lips and she gripped the hand that was by her head, ever thankful that her sweet sister had been by her side.

"Sansa, I can't do this! I can't!" Laien cried.

Sansa gripped her hand back, just as hard. "Laien, you must! This is your child, and to bring this child into the world you're going to have to push harder!"

Laien shook her head, her sweaty hair stuck to her forehead. Her voice was so raw it had began to sound like someone else. "I don't think I can."

"You can." Sansa said finally. "Jon is outside that door waiting for his child. Give him his child, Laien."

Laien nodded, tears streaming down her face. She clenched her teeth together and pushed with all her might. She felt the burning of a thousand fires, and gave one final scream as her child entered the world.

The child bawled and screamed, and Laien didn't think she'd ever heard such a beautiful sound. Sam wrapped it in a cloth and wiped it's face and cleaned it's little eyes, then handed it to Laien for her to see.

"It's a girl," Sam said happily. "Congratulations, my lady."

Laien sobbed and held the little girl to her chest. Sansa ran to the door and swung it open, announcing happily that she was the aunt to a beautiful little girl.

Jon pushed past the crowd and ran to Laien's side, his hand shooting out to touch her face. "Are you well?"

Laien laughed, the tears still pouring from her eyes. "Yes. Yes, I'm perfect."

He placed a tender kiss to her head before turning his eyes down to the babe against her chest. "She's as gorgeous as you, my love."

Laien's heart stuttered for the second time that day, and for the first time since she'd come to Winterfell she truly felt loved. Jon had never called her anything but her name, and the affection in his tone brought a new wave of tears to her eyes. "She favors you."

Jon met her eyes and she saw that his, too, were glistening happily. A single tear left his eye and dropped onto their child nestled between their chests. The babe opened her eyes and looked up at her parents. Her little mouth twitched and Laien could have sworn that her baby girl smiled at them.

"She's so tiny," Laien whispered, staring in awe at the bundle. "So beautiful."

Jon nodded and leaned down to kiss the baby's tuft of black hair. "What will we call her?"

Laien smiled down at the baby in her arms. "What about Keira?"

"Keira," Jon repeated with a smile. "It's a good name."

Laien leaned up and kissed Jon, her heart full to bursting, and in that moment, she finally felt like she belonged.

[fancymuffinparty]

A Foolproof Plan

Rating: G -T; for comic mischief.

Pairing: EreAni, Eren x Annie. Hints of other pairings.

Summary: How would Annie Leonhart ask her date to the Sadie Hawkin’s Dance? Here’s how! (No guarantees that it will all go smoothly… especially when your friends are idiots.)

Word Count: 1678

A/N: I love the RBA trio. Btw, this is slightly crack lol. That is all.

“Have you asked anyone to Sadies yet?”

If Annie Leonhart had to hear that question one more time…

Shiganshina High School’s Annual Sadie Hawkins’ Dance was but a week away.

All of her buddies had successfully asked their dates. Sasha was going with Connie, asking him after one particularly heated night of karaoke. Mikasa and Armin were going as friends, the crafty usage of a fortune cookie ultimately sealing the deal. Krista asked Reiner before first period with the help of a few others, each wearing t-shirts spelling out: S-A-D-I-E-S-?

Krista insisted on being the question mark.

Ymir coerced Bertolt using a charming combination of cleverly arranged Hershey’s kisses and brute force, putting on a show for everyone after his basketball game.

Someone managed to record the entire spectacle and upload it on YouTube. The video had over a hundred thousand hits last time Bertolt checked, lowkey dying of embarrassment but happy to have a date to the dance nonetheless.

At first, Annie was unsure if she even wanted to go, but her friends just wouldn’t give her a break.

“Come on, Annie!”

“Don’t be lame!”

“You have to go!”

The crew continued egging her on for the next couple days, reminding her that her crush had yet to be asked.

“I heard Eren doesn’t have a date yet.”

“You should ask him.”

“Do it!”

Annie was surprised Eren hadn’t been asked by anyone. When she mulled it over, the hints he kept dropping her at lunch made it seem as though he was waiting for her to ask him.

Hints within the realm of: “Wow, it sucks that I haven’t been asked to Sadies yet!”

And: “So I heard you haven’t asked anyone yet, Annie. Interesting…”

The real kicker: “Just so you know, Annie, I’m not doing anything Friday. Huh. That’s funny. Friday just so happens to be Sadies! What a coincidence, right?!”

Okay, okay. It was pretty obvious what he was trying to convey.

But how was Annie Leonhart going to play this out?

Everyone else had asked their dates in such cute and clever ways.

Mikasa practically went out of her way to ask Armin! A fortune cookie with the proposal written on the little piece of paper inside. A fortune cookie! A fortune cookie? Like, who does that?!

Sasha went all out with her Karaoke plan, stealing Connie’s heart by crooning away with songs like ‘Baby Come Back,’ and ‘Do Ya Think I’m Sexy.’

Krista had planned her proposal weeks in advance, ordering the special-made t-shirts ahead of time.

Ymir was going to be hard to top. No doubt, she made Bertolt an offer he couldn’t refuse, given her persuasive methods. It’s hard to say ‘no’ when a hottie with more sass than freaking Deadpool has you in a near chokehold and throws Hershey’s (and then literal) kisses all over your face.

In front of everyone at a varsity basketball game.

Annie was never the super competitive type, but she didn’t want to seem lazy either.

She couldn’t let her friends show her up, especially since it was their senior year.

It was do or die. Now or never. All or nothing.

This was it. Today was the day.

Annie Leonhart was ready to ask Eren Jaeger to the Sadie Hawkin’s Dance!

The only thing left for her to do was to time this out right. For now, she’d have to be quiet and remain perfectly still.

With the help of Reiner and Bertolt, she devised a foolproof plan, needing only a large cardboard box and a bag of gumballs.

Said bag of gumballs were in her hands. As for Annie, she was hiding in the giant cardboard box, carried delicately by Bertolt and Reiner as though they were handling a sort of ‘package.’ Seeing as how she only weighed around one hundred and ten pounds, she may as well have been a feather; no match for the muscular arms of her assistants.

The plan was for Reiner and Bertolt to ‘deliver’ the box containing the petite Annie to Eren’s house and from there, before Eren could open it- Booyah!

She’d burst open from the inside and surprise him!

Such a genius, she was!

Annie could make out a few distinct sounds from her position inside the box, readying herself mentally when she heard Reiner ring the doorbell to Eren’s house.

The door opened, followed by a slightly audible conversation.

“Reiner? Bertolt?” Eren looked back and forth between the two in confusion. “What are you guys doing here?”

Bertolt was sweating nervously, as usual. Reiner had the biggest shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“Special delivery for Eren Jaeger.” Reiner had one hell of a hard time suppressing a hearty laugh. It was making his stomach hurt. His lungs especially needed the release.

Eren raised a brow as the two gently lowered the ‘package’ to the ground.

“What’s this all about?” Eren asked.

Bertolt began stuttering. Reiner took a step back.

“Why don’t you open it?” Reiner clapped his hands together, figuring that was a good enough cue for Annie. He wanted to see how the rest would play out

“Uh… okay.” Eren shrugged.

Before he could move to try and open his package, he was taken aback when the box started… moving.

Inside the box, poor Annie began worrying. Why couldn’t she jump out in a glorious blaze like she’d seen in the movies?

Shit, she thought. I can’t get out!

“Guys,” Eren stammered, “is there something… inside the box?”

His question went unanswered as Reiner’s eyes widened in horror. “Bertolt… when I said ‘use the glue on the kitchen counter,’ you didn’t happen to reach for the yellow bottle, did you? The one with the missing label?”

Bertolt nodded. “Uhh… well… yeah. I used that one”

“That was super glue, Bertolt!” Reiner shouted in agony. “Shit!”

“Oh, no!” Bertolt gasped.

Eren grimaced. “So, how the hell am I gonna get this thing open?!” The box kept jumbling around. Whatever, or whoever, was inside seemed desperate to get out. “And who the hell uses super glue instead of ya know, TAPE, to seal a package?!”

“We ran out of tape! Look, there’s no time to explain, Eren! We gotta get it open!” Reiner hastily picked up the box and tried frantically to pry it open with no more than his bare hands.

“I don’t think that’ll work, Reiner!” Bertolt implored the blond beast to settle it carefully on the front lawn and then quickly said a prayer. “Forgive me, Annie.” He whispered.

To the horror of those in his presence, he began kicking the sides of the box in an effort to weaken its construct.

“What the hell?!” Eren gasped.

“Bertolt! No!” Reiner ran to stop his friend from continuing. “That’s not how we’ll get it open.” Reiner rolled up his sleeves. “This is how we’ll get it open.”

With that, he began punching the top of the hefty cardboard box, with the intention of doling out enough damage to free the enslaved Annie from the package’s restraints.

Eren could only watch in shock, frozen where he stood like a deer in a headlight.

He came to his senses when he heard something inside squeal in distress.

“Stop!” Eren dashed over to stop the idiots from causing any further damage. “Didn’t you hear that just now? It made a noise!”

“It did?” Bertolt and Reiner asked in unison.

Eren paused for a moment and sighed. “This isn’t some kind of prank, right?” The chances of them messing with him were high, but the concerned looks on their faces appeared genuine.

When both giants shook their heads, Eren exhaled sharply and began walking to his garage.

“This thing is indestructible. I’m gonna go grab my dad’s chainsaw.”

Bertolt and Reiner nearly choked at his suggestion.

“You can’t be serious!” They cried out in sheer defeat.

“What choice do we have?!”

Just when all hope seemed lost, the box rumbled and jumbled around, like a volcano about to erupt.

Though the boys had no way of knowing what was happening, it wouldn’t be long before all their worries could be cast aside. Thankfully.

Annie, by the grace of gods above, hadn’t been harmed by the barbaric acts of her friends in their attempts at freeing her. She had been placed in the box with loads of bubblewrap and crinkle-cut paper as a means of cushioning her inside.

As a fall back plan, she had brought a special ring gifted to her from her father; a ring with a small sharp folding blade sheathed within.

Using the blade, she began methodically tearing away, finally managing to free herself after a few swipes.

Annie burst out of the box and stood up victoriously. After briefly dusting her knees, she reached for the bag of gumballs at her feet and made her way over to where Eren was standing.

All three boys were at a loss for words, watching her as though she had just risen from the grave.

“Here.” She handed Eren the gumballs nonchalantly, like the last few minutes never happened. “Open it.”

“Annie…” Eren couldn’t formulate a proper sentence, voice emptily trailing off.

Bertolt suddenly lost consciousness and fainted, to which Reiner gathered him in his arms to catch his fall. He fanned away at Bertolt, casually offering words of encouragement while trying not to laugh.

“Calm down,” he sighed. “Everything turned out all right.”

In another setting, Eren had hurriedly opened the bag of gumballs and fished out a small note inside.

The note read; I finally have the balls to ask you to Sadies.

Awh! Such neat hand-writing, too!

Eren smiled and looked back at Annie, pulling her in for a hug.

“Took you long enough,” he said, squeezing her tight.

Annie smirked, completely satisfied.

Although her plan hadn’t quite worked out the way she had intended, it was certainly one for the books.

Who else could say their date was about to use a chainsaw to free them from being stuffed inside a box?

Suffice to say, she definitely outshined all her friends- and even managed to surprise herself.

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i fuckin hate you

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spanish puns:  appear on the dash hector, a fluent spanish speaker:  stares into the camera pleading for death

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So you hate it when those things happen to white people right? All of those I listed were done to white people and were major movements made by the liberal community. It doesn't erase the things that happen to POCs, but there's a dynamic in America that exists where you can literally censor an entire race of people and get support from major media outlets, academia, and society. How are we going to triumph the issues of POCs when it's acceptable to victimize anyone else?

Are you the one who sent me, “How do you feel about Mocking skin color, locked off of college campus grounds, not included in their peers SJW safe spaces (lol), thrown out of vehicles by mobs and beaten, being dragged into fires, hunted down by rioters, shot by politically fueled gunmen, targeted by music television shows as being subhuman or belonging to a barbaric race of people, your political rallies being shut down despite being a fellow advocate for a political agenda, or kidnappings/ torture that are racially motivated?” 

You sound like a white person who had their feelings hurt. Yes all of these things can happen to anyone, but ayo reality check, it happens more frequently to PoC BECAUSE of white people. Quit your reverse racism bullshit. 

1. Mocking skin color: Having a PoC say you look like mayo doesn’t even come close to centuries of discrimination, slavery, and basically all racist as fuck antics from white people to colored people. White people are called crackers because historically, y’all used a fucking WHIP to beat slaves and the noise whips make is a “cracking” sound. You got nicknamed after being violent landowners who abused slaves, now compare that with the N word. Please. 

You guys spend centuries making brown skinned people feel hideous about their skin tone and round noses. So much that the ENTIRE world considers European features the most beautiful. 

2. Locked off of college campus grounds? What instance? I could probably give you several of white colleges profiling and discriminating against black kids. Are you talking about all black colleges? That’s THEIR space and they deserve it. White people have had everything. White people have either segregated themselves from PoC or took what belonged to them. Now when black people have a place of their own, y’all feel like you gotta take that too. 

3. Not included in SJW safe spaces: Some safe spaces are for specific people. A safe space for black, latino, asian, native america, etc, is not a safe space for a white person. Same goes for people in the LGBT+ community. Why would a white person need to be in a PoC safe space???? Just by being white you’re pretty fucking safe. lol. 

4. “Thrown out of vehicles by mobs and beaten, being dragged into fires, hunted down by rioters, shot by politically fueled gunmen, targeted by music television shows as being subhuman or belonging to a barbaric race of people” Weird. This all sounds like things the KKK does to PoC here in the United States. I’m not going to say it doesn’t happen to white people, but I am going to say that when it happens, it’s not because you’re white. A black man is beaten by mobs for no reason other than his skin color. Give me the names of at least fifteen countries were white people are killed by PoC and were historically slaves to PoC, if ya can. 

Your reverse racism rhetoric is weak because in the history of… ever… white people have always been the dominate race, labeling anyone who doesn’t look like casper the friendly ghost subhuman. That being said, there is a huge problem with Antisemitism. Jews also deserve place a safe. But if you’re a hetero, non jewish white person in America, you need to put on your big boy pullups and get over it because you are NOT a target of racism. 

Also, yeah no. The media sucks the white man’s cock. Don’t get me started on how the media is toxic towards PoC. Example, the west nile virus. It killed millions within the continent of Africa and there was little coverage. Six white people die in the Unite States and everyone shits a brick. 

Artists of color that talk shit about white people in their songs are motivated by institutionalized discrimination towards their race and are using their talent to speak up against it, like J. Cole (which btw his new album is FIRE).

5. “How are we going to triumph the issues of POCs when it’s acceptable to victimize anyone else?” Well to triumph the issues of PEOPLE OF COLOR, we are going to need white people to stop killing us!!!! And to stop discriminating against us!!!!! And to elect us more into government offices!!!!! Allow us to have more representation in the media!!!!!! 

Maybe once Muslims, Black people, Latino/a people, etc can walk outside of their house without fear of being labeled a terrorist or thug we can sit down and talk about your white feelings.

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Chapter Two - Swamp Cat

The group gather together to defeat the leeches on the back of Ned's legs, using their weapons and bare hands attempting to pry off the slippery suckers. Whilst managing to make a dent in the leeches, it seems like they weren't doing enough to completely incapacitate them. It was only then that Dolgan decided to look back into their past and remember Baba Yaga's warning of the leeches and how the salt bags they got was a natural deterrent for them. Ned started the onslaught, emptying a bag of salt directly onto the leech watching it shrivel and curl. Buffalo readied an arrow, tipped with salt and shot it directly into a leech leaving wounds irreparable by natural means. The group continued to fight and destroy the leeches until they were nothing but shriveled corpses left on the banks of the center island.

Ned, gave a big sniff of the air and is able to discern where the smell they'd been dealing with since getting to Tallow Swamp was coming from, all whilst hearing noises off to the east. The group decided to head in that direction so as to cover all bases. Whilst travelling throughout the thick swamp shrubbery, the group found themselves in a quagmire, but cleverness and luck was on their side for the group had not untied themselves since the swim through the swamp. With ease they pulled each other out via the ropes connected to their waists, but the quicksand was the least of their worries. Around them they heard the slight cracking of branches and twigs as they discerned that somebody, or something was surrounding them. The heroes decided to carry on around the quagmire and towards the noise. Whilst walking slowly, Ned who lead the rear of the roped friends was suddenly and violently ripped upwards without making a noise. Dolgan whilst feeling a tight pull on his back turned around to see Ned had vanished and the rope he was connected to cut. As Dolgan turned to let his fellow travellers know of Ned's disappearance, he too was tugged upwards without a sound. Now with only Buffalo and Scaly J left, they both made themselves smaller by crouching and looking up. Buffalo notices in the branches of the trees almost a shimmery film in the shape of a humanoid. Before Buffalo could even let Scaly J know, a net was cast over the top of them and they are knocked out...

The group awaken in a cave, facing what seems like a giant upright lizard sitting in a throne surrounded by many lizards carrying barbaric weapons. Buffalo recalls that he had read about these creatures before. They were the lizardfolk. A group of large, humanoid lizards that spoke Draconic. Extremely territorial but quite neutral in nature. The lizardfolk seated in the throne looked towards the group and said in words only Dolgan and Scaly J could understand "I am the lizard queen, you are on our land". Scaly Jack in his typical non-chalant manners responded "It's ya boy Scaly Jack, what's the problem family?", and with that opening line the heroes and the lizardfolk began a conversation regarding why the heroes were on their island, and what the smell was that had brought them there. The lizardfolk proclaimed that they had been fighting 'Granny Leah', a swamp hag, for 4 weeks now and they could not best her. They offered a payment for defeating Granny Leah, a razorback turtle shell, fashioned into a shield. Dolgan being the only one of the group equipped to carry the shield picked it up, only to have it taken off of him by the lizardfolk - "you will get this when you return from Granny Leah's lair", and with that, the group were given two lizardfolk scouts to guide them towards the entrance of the swamp hags cave.

As the heroes arrived at the cave entrance, the lizardfolk scouts quickly stepped back as a small young girl approached the group. The little girl spoke softly, explaining that the lizardfolk had been keeping her stuck in the cave for 4 weeks and she couldn't escape. She said that her name is Goneral Leah and her grandmother lived with her in the cave but neither of them were evil or hags, they were just a couple of humans caught out in the bog. Ned, with his usual mistrust of anything he doesn't know immediately threw a bag of salt at Goneral, who coughed and sputtered but was relatively unharmed. Ned, still not trusting the little girl whispered "Granny Leah", and Goneral who had seemed quite calm the majority of the conversation slightly turned her head towards Ned, but not before returning to her original pose. All of a sudden, the bell ringing frog from Baba Yaga's appeared at the feet of the group looking at the little girl but with a blank stare, the group took note but dismissed the frog as being an oddball. Dolgan using his spell of light, casted it on a bag of salt and threw it directly behind Goneral piercing the fog and lighting up the area behind her - and to that the group witnessed a horrible sight. Bones, cloth, debris and detritus covered the inside of the cave. Junk everywhere, Goneral quickly turned around to see what the group could see and exclaimed "that's Granny Leah's, that's not mine!". Scaly Jack, with purpose threw the last salt sack at the back of Goneral's head, hitting her directly just before she faded away into what the group can only assume was invisibility. 

The group walked a little further into the cave and saw a large puddle in the middle. As they were glancing around the lair, Buffalo heard what seemed like footsteps moving faster and faster towards him. Before he could react, Goneral, was now a disgusting green hag covered in rags, smelling like rotten fish and meat, swiped at his chest with her 3 inch claws, slashing and gashing wounds across his clothes and sinking deep into his skin. Ned being a touch further away from the encounter, threw one of his javelins only to miss by a long shot, right before Granny Leah disappeared again. The group stood in silence, waiting to hear, see, smell, feel any movement from the invisible hag. Like lightning Leah appeared behind Dolgan and used her claws again to scratch his back, causing immense pain to the deadly cleric. Dolgan in reaction casted a guiding bolt directly at the swamp hag proclaiming "get out of my swamp" as the bolt crackled into the hag. Granny Leah cackled a hideous sound with Ned seeing red and getting into a fury no man could handle. Using his great axe he attempted to chop Leah in the neck but missed in the last second and quickly his rage subsided into his placidity. Buffalo went for a quick ranged attack with an arrow, but the Hag's quick movement proved too much for the archers sights, but not quick enough to move out of the way of Ned's great axe as he made an attack on the hag whilst she moved away from Buffalo's arrow. Sinking his great axe directly into her neck he used all of his strength to hit down as hard as he could before ripping it out of her shoulder, whilst green blood spilt out peppering the room with the ooze. Taking the opportunity to attack, Dolgan used his warhammer and came down on the hags back with a hideous thud. Green smoke now billowing from Leah, the dragonborn uses his innate ability to cast spells, uses his witch bolt - a strong tether of lightning that makes contact between Scaly J and the hag electrocuting her and finally putting her to rest as she crumbled onto the floor. With her dying breath she looks directly at Scaly J and announced "Forever I will be, a part of your miserable memory" right before she fell face down on the ground. 

Buffalo quickly created some good berries, using his knowledge of nature and the swamp that allowed the group to heal up a little as they had a quick snack. Looting the cave, the group found a jar of spiders, some gemstones, 1 perfectly smooth stone and a winged boot that was glowing in the corner. As the heroes turned to walk out of the cave, Baba Yaga's frog spat out of it's mouth an eyeball, the group looked strangely at the frog, picked up the eyeball and left. The heroes were met outside by the lizardfolk scouts who promptly gave them the razorback turtle shield which was quickly picked up by Dolgan the cleric. Scaly Jack placed the boot on his foot and felt a swelling of power and athleticism. None like he's had before...

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all those in favor of modern hector acquiring a capuchin named jack say aye.

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every time i see one of the baby memes go around all i can think about is like

hector, shoving breadsticks under his hat:  the pearl is on fire i have to go right now immediately