#(and her brain over corrected when she remembered to it just being Her Father?)

[bg3smash-or-pass]

[svt-luna]

hii can i request luna calling the svt members by the wrong name and seeing their reaction

ʚིᵋ ⋆ SVT REACTS TO LUNA ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── Accidentally calling them the wrong name

synopsis: SEVENTEEN’s reaction to Luna accidentally calling them the wrong name.

new format for the new tier (?) i thoroughly enjoyed writing this one and ever since i have posted the masterlist for svt reacts, a lot of you have been submitting the prompts you want to see next and i am super excited to get started on those! happy reading my lovelies and see you soon 💛🤍

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ svt reacts

⍣ ೋ🍒 [S.COUPS]

The practice room was peaceful, which should have been his first warning. Nothing in SEVENTEEN’s world stays peaceful for long.

He was lounging comfortably, minding his own business, when Luna, unknowingly signing her own death certificate, handed him a drink and casually muttered, “Here, Soonyoungie.”

Froze. Blinked once. Twice. Processing… still processing… ERROR 404: LEADER’S EGO NOT FOUND.

ERROR. CRITICAL DAMAGE DETECTED. SYSTEM FAILURE IMMINENT.

His entire body stiffened on impact, as if she had just drop-kicked his dignity off a cliff. His brain short-circuited so violently that, for a brief moment, he was no longer Seungcheol, leader of SEVENTEEN— he was just a man betrayed in the cruelest way possible.

Slowly turned his head toward her with the disappointment of a father who just found out his child failed a math test despite having a tutor. His eyebrows knit together in betrayal, his lips slightly parted in sheer disbelief.

This was not just a mistake— this was a scandal.

The sheer weight of his disappointment could have crushed an entire nation.

“Soonyoung?” he repeated, voice so calm it was actually terrifying.

Blinked three times in complete silence as if waiting for a divine explanation to fall from the heavens. He blinked again, as if giving her a chance to correct herself before he officially lost his mind.

Luna did a double take, realizing that it wasn’t Hoshi next to her.

Luna’s fight-or-flight response activated instantly. Her soul packed its bags and fled. Her eyes widened in terror, hands clumsily flailing as she tried to backpedal. “WAIT—NO, THAT’S NOT—”

S.Coups let out the biggest sigh known to mankind, one that carried the weight of ten years of suffering. Dramatically placed a hand over his heart as if she had stabbed him with betrayal, head tilting back like he was experiencing Shakespearean-level heartbreak.

“Wow. Of all people, Soonyoung?” Shook his head. Scoffed. Whispered, “Unbelievable. This… this hurts, Jiyeon.” (Used her government name. This was serious for him).

Looked away, shaking his head like he had just learned his best friend was actually the villain in a plot twist.

Stared at an imaginary camera, The Office-style, for a solid five seconds. Contemplated his entire existence.

Luna, desperate to fix her mistake, waved her hands wildly. “It was an accident! I am tired! I thought you were Hoshi—”

He sat up dramatically, eyebrows raised, fully prepared to drag her. “No, no. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s not like I was the one who stayed up last week comforting you when you had a breakdown.”

Stood up. Pacing. Muttering under his breath like a man scorned. “I should’ve known. The signs were there. I ignored them. That’s on me. I didn’t know you’d be the one to betray me.”

Luna, on the verge of a breakdown herself, groaned, “OH MY GOD, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. You’re being dramatic…”

Hands on his chest, clutching his pearls.

“AN ACCIDENT? YOU SAW ME AND STILL CALLED ME SOONYOUNG!”

Collapsed back onto the couch with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Whispered to himself, “I didn’t raise you like this.”

Would never let her live this down. Ever. Would bring it up during the most inopportune moments just to see her suffer.

“Hey, remember that time you called me Soonyoung?”

“THAT WAS SIX MONTHS AGO.”

“And yet the wound is still fresh.”

⍣ ೋ🪽[JEONGHAN]

Yoon Jeonghan is the biggest menace known to man— let’s start there. He’d get even… a hundred percent.

Oh, Luna messed up. She messed up big time. But she didn’t know it yet. Jeonghan knew it, though. Oh, he knew. And the moment the words left her mouth, he had already decided that she would never know peace again.

It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. Luna was scrolling through her phone, multitasking between replying to messages and absentmindedly talking to Jeonghan, who was sitting next to her. It was casual, relaxed— dangerously so.

And then, like the heavens themselves decided to bless Jeonghan with the greatest gift of all time, she absentmindedly called him “Joshie.”

Jeonghan’s brain registered the betrayal instantly, but his face remained completely neutral.

Not even a twitch. No dramatic gasp, no offended expression— just pure, calculated silence.

This was an opportunity.

Slowly turned his head toward her with an expression so unreadable it was actually terrifying. Blinked once. Twice. Then, with the smoothest, most even voice known to mankind, he said, “Who’s Joshie?”

Luna froze. Her fingers hovered over her phone screen, eyes darting to him as if she had just realized she was standing on a landmine with no escape. Her soul did ten backflips and crash-landed into the abyss.

“Wait—I didn’t mean— I was texting Shua—”

“No, no, it’s okay.” He smiled.

Oh no. Not the smile. The one that hid a thousand schemes. The one that meant he had already won.

“Joshie, huh? Wow. That’s crazy.”

Leaned back on the couch, arms crossed, nodding as if this was the most fascinating discovery of his life. Whispered under his breath, “Joshie… Joshie… I didn’t know we were at that stage in our relationship.”

Luna knew she was doomed. “I swear, it was just a slip—”

“No, I get it.” Jeonghan put a hand on his chest, mock hurt dripping from his voice. “Five years. Engaged. And yet, I’m just another Joshua in your eyes.”

Luna groaned, already wanting to crawl into a hole. “It was an accident! My brain lagged! I was texting Joshua!”

“Oh really? You were texting Joshua?” He tilted his head. “Or should I say… Joshie?”

Oh, he was milking this. He was squeezing every last drop of suffering out of this moment. He grabbed his phone, pretending to text.

“What are you doing?” Luna asked, voice full of dread.

“Oh, just letting Joshie know the good news.”

“WHAT GOOD NEWS?” Luna wanted smack the back of his head.

Jeonghan smirked, showing her his screen. He had typed out a message to Joshua that simply said:

“Hey, Joshie, just found out Jiyeon thinks about you when she looks at me. Any thoughts?”

Luna lunged at him. “DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW.”

Jeonghan, laughing like a supervillain, dodged easily. “Oh, no, no, no. This is my leverage now. You think I’m letting this go? Absolutely not.”

Would bring it up at the most unnecessary moments.

“Hey, can you grab me some water? Or should I ask Joshie instead?”

“Wow, you look so pretty today. Does Jisoo think so too?”

“Should I dye my hair like his? Maybe then you’ll remember my name.”

Luna knew one thing for certain: She had just given Jeonghan a lifetime of teasing material. She had lost this battle. And the war.

Oh, but Jeonghan wasn’t stopping there. No, no. This was only the beginning. The next phase of his plan? Calling her every random girl name imaginable just to see her reaction.

It started casually. Too casually. Luna had just finished brushing her hair when Jeonghan, lounging on the bed, casually glanced up and said, “Looking good, Minji.”

Luna snapped her head around so fast she almost got whiplash. “What did you just call me?”

Jeonghan, with the most innocent expression known to mankind, blinked at her. “Minji. That’s your name, right? Or is it Jisoo? Or maybe… Yuna?”

Luna’s eye twitched. “Yoon Jeonghan, I swear—”

“Oh, relax, Soojin. You’re so aggressive today.”

Luna yeeted a pillow straight at his face. Jeonghan, laughing like the menace he was, dodged it with ease.

This became a game to him. He’d throw out random names at the most ridiculous times.

“Could you pass me that remote, Jihye?”

“Wow, thanks for making dinner, Seulgi. So sweet of you.”

“Hey, Hyejin, can you scratch my back real quick?”

Luna, now fully fed up, stomped toward him with the wrath of a thousand suns. “Call me one more name that isn’t mine and I will actually smack that stupid smirk out your fucking face.”

Jeonghan grinned. “Okay, okay. I got it, babe. You win.”

Pause. A beat of silence.

And then, with a smug smirk, he added, “Sorry, I mean… babe… or should I say… Somin?”

Luna full-on lunged. Jeonghan barely escaped with his life, laughing like a villain as she chased him around the room.

At first, Luna had been playfully mad, but after the hundredth time, the joke started to sting a little. It wasn’t like she actually thought Jeonghan meant anything by it, but hearing random girl names instead of her own, over and over, started to feel a little too real.

One evening, when he lazily threw out, “Thanks for the coffee, Hani,” expecting her usual exasperated groan, Luna just… stopped. She didn’t glare. She didn’t throw a pillow at him. She just stood there, stirring her drink with her lips pressed together, shoulders slightly hunched.

Jeonghan instantly noticed. His smug grin dropped as he watched her fiddle with her mug, not looking at him.

His teasing brain might be the size of a galaxy, but he wasn’t stupid.

It’s crazy how fast the tables had turned.

“Oh no…” Jeonghan muttered under his breath, moving closer. He gently poked her cheek. “Baby? Nana-ya?”

Luna pouted, looking down. “I don’t like it when you call me other girls’ names.” Her voice was soft, almost sulky, and Jeonghan felt his soul leave his body.

Immediate panic mode. “Oh, no, no, no, my love, my pretty moon, my one and only Jiyeonie, come here.” He was already cupping her face, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks. “You know I was just messing around, right? You’re the only one I’d ever call mine.”

Luna sniffled. “Then why do you keep calling me other girls’ names?”

It’s crazy how fast the tables had turned pt. 2.

Jeonghan physically recoiled. He had never felt so villainous in his life. “I am so sorry. I will never do it again, Nana-ya.”

But before he let the joke die completely, he made sure of one thing. He leaned in, locking eyes with her, tone suddenly serious. “Say my name.”

Luna blinked. “Huh?”

“Say it. I need to know you still remember it.”

She rolled her eyes, but Jeonghan was relentless. He leaned in even closer. “Say it, Jiyeonie.”

Luna sighed, but there was a small smile creeping onto her lips. “Jeonghan.”

“Louder.”

“Jeonghan.”

He tilted his head. “One more time, for the people in the back.”

Luna huffed, pushing his face away. “Yoon Jeonghan, you absolute menace.”

Jeonghan grinned, finally satisfied. “That’s right. That’s my name. I love hearing you say it. And I’ll make sure you never forget it again.” He kissed her forehead, finally letting the bit go.

Luna sniffled again, but the pout was gone, replaced by a reluctant smile. “You’re lucky I love you.”

From that day forward, Jeonghan never called her another girl’s name again.

And Luna? She never made the mistake of calling him the wrong name ever again.

⍣ ೋ🦌[JOSHUA]

Joshua Hong, the human embodiment of kindness and patience, did not even flinch. The moment Luna slipped up and called him the wrong name, he merely blinked, absorbing the mistake with the grace of a saint.

“Han— Oh, wait— Shua! I meant Joshua, I’m so sorry!” Luna gasped, eyes wide with immediate regret. She clasped her hands together in a desperate plea for forgiveness, already bracing herself for potential teasing or dramatic reactions.

But Joshua, ever the composed and forgiving soul, simply smiled. Not a hint of annoyance, not a single trace of offense— just pure, unbothered tranquility. It was almost unnerving how unaffected he was.

“It’s fine,” he assured her effortlessly, brushing it off. The way he said it so genuinely made her feel even worse.

Luna, still feeling guilty, shook her head. “No, no, it’s not fine. I feel terrible! I don’t know what happened, my brain just—”

Joshua held up a hand to stop her, chuckling lightly. “Really, Jiyeon-ah. It’s no big deal. I know you didn’t mean it. But—” he tapped his chin thoughtfully, tilting his head as if reconsidering.

Here it comes. The condition.

Despite being deemed “normal” he was far from that.

Luna perked up, desperate to redeem herself. “But what? I’ll do anything!”

He shrugged nonchalantly, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Buy me a coffee, and we’ll call it even.”

Luna blinked. “That’s it? Just a coffee?”

Joshua smiled again, this time a little amused. “Yep. That’s all it takes to heal my broken heart.”

She groaned, but she was already reaching for her phone. “Fine. But I’m getting you the most expensive one on the menu to make up for it.”

He laughed, “I won’t stop you. Oh, and while we’re at it… you do remember my name now, right?”

Luna dramatically sighed. “Joshua Hong. Hong Jisoo. I will never forget it again.”

And she didn’t… that coffee was expensive.

⍣ ೋ🐱[JUN]

Jun was mid-bite into his orange when Luna completely and utterly betrayed him.

“Hey, Shi-shi, can you— oh. Wait.”

Silence. Heavy. Unforgiving. Eternal.

Jun did not speak. He did not blink. He simply put down his half-eaten orange slice, wiped his hands with a napkin, and slowly turned to face her.

His eyes? Empty. His soul? Possibly ascending.

Luna tensed, feeling the weight of her mistake. “Junnie, I—”

Without breaking eye contact, Jun calmly raised both hands… and formed Hoshi’s signature tiger claw gesture.

Luna’s jaw dropped. “God— please no.”

Jun nodded, his expression still unreadable. Then, in the most monotone voice imaginable, he said—

“KWON TI—” He cut himself off mid-sentence, exhaling sharply through his nose as if the sheer effort of speaking was too much.

Luna smacked her forehead. “OH MY GOD, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS.”

But it was too late. Jun slowly, methodically, stood up. He adjusted his posture, squared his shoulders, and became Hoshi.

“TIGER POWER,” he whispered, barely above a breath.

Luna covered her face with both hands. “MOON JUNHUI. STOP.”

He did not stop. Instead, he gracefully spun in a circle, did an exaggerated tiger pose, and let out the most deadpan, lifeless “HAEYA.” the world had ever heard.

Luna was losing her mind. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??”

Jun finally blinked, looking at her with complete and utter indifference. “I don’t know. Why is Hoshi like like this?”

Luna groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. Jun, still blank-faced, caught it with one hand and did another slow-motion tiger claw.

“Fear me.”

She did not.

But she did immediately vow to never make that mistake again.

⍣ ೋ🐯[HOSHI]

Hoshi was in the middle of passionately explaining his latest choreography idea, hands flailing, eyes sparkling with excitement, when Luna casually shattered his entire existence.

“That sounds amazing, Channie! You’re such a genius with choreo— oh, wait… SHI-SHI. I MEANT HOSHI.”

The room went dead silent. Hoshi froze mid-motion, arms still dramatically outstretched, mouth slightly open as if the betrayal physically knocked the wind out of him.

Slowly— painstakingly slowly— his arms dropped to his sides. His eyes, once full of light and passion, dimmed like a dying star.

Luna, sensing immediate danger, waved her hands frantically. “No, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it! My brain lagged! HOSHI, YOU KNOW I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!”

But it was already too late. Hoshi placed a trembling hand over his heart, inhaling sharply through his nose as if she had physically stabbed him.

“You…” He swallowed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You think… Dino made this choreography?”

Luna panicked. “NO, NO, I—”

He dramatically took a step back, clutching his chest. “AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE TAUGHT YOU. AFTER EVERYTHING WE’VE BEEN THROUGH.”

“SOONYOUNG-AH, PLEASE.”

“DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?” His voice cracked for effect. “AM I JUST A DANCE MACHINE TO YOU? A BACKGROUND CHARACTER? A… A REPLACEMENT??”

Luna was suffering at this point. “OH MY GOD, IT WAS A MISTAKE, STOP BEING DRAMATIC.”

Hoshi gasped like she had slapped him. “DRAMATIC?? ME?? YOU THINK I’M BEING DRAMATIC??”

She groaned, rubbing her temples. “Yes. Because you are.”

He threw his head back, arms spread wide. “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.”

Then, out of nowhere, he dropped to the floor in slow motion, one hand reaching for the heavens like he was in the final scene of a tragic musical.

“SOMEONE CALL KWON SOO— I MEAN, LEE CHAN. SINCE HE’S OBVIOUSLY THE NEW PERFORMANCE LEADER.”

Luna let out an exasperated scream. “Kwon Soonyoung. GET. UP.”

But he did not. Instead, he rolled onto his side, curling into the fetal position. “Leave me here. I have no reason to get up. I am but a forgotten relic of the past.”

Luna, now at her limit, bent down and grabbed his face. “KWON SOONYOUNG, IF YOU DO NOT STOP THIS NONSENSE RIGHT NOW, I AM NEVER BUYING YOU TIGER MERCH AGAIN.”

Immediate silence.

His eyes flickered with conflict. His lips parted. He hesitated.

Then, with the speed of lightning, he shot up, completely fine. “Wait, wait, let’s talk about this. Let’s not make rash decisions, our pretty Jiyeonie.”

Luna smirked, crossing her arms. “Oh, now you want to listen?”

Hoshi gave her his most innocent smile, eyes twinkling. “You love me, right? You wouldn’t do this to me, right?”

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Fine. But if you ever pull that overdramatic mess again, I’m actually switching performance leaders.”

Hoshi gasped, grabbing his chest again. “THE THREATS NEVER END.”

But they both knew he’d never let her live this down.

⍣ ೋ🐈‍⬛[WONWOO]

Wonwoo was sitting comfortably on the couch, book in one hand, coffee in the other, completely immersed in his own world. The atmosphere was peaceful, quiet, and perfect— until Luna unintentionally shattered the moment with her casual betrayal.

“Hey, Kyeomie, can you pass me my phone?”

There was a brief silence. A very brief silence.

Wonwoo, without even looking up from his book, reached over, grabbed her phone, and handed it to her.

Luna took it absentmindedly before her brain caught up. The realization hit her like a truck. Her eyes widened. Her whole body stiffened.

“…Wait. I just called you Kyeomie, didn’t I?”

Wonwoo, still not looking up, calmly turned a page. “Mm-hmm.”

Luna gawked at him. “And you didn’t even react?!”

He finally looked up, blinking at her with his usual unreadable expression. “Was I supposed to?”

She threw her hands up. “YES?? MOST PEOPLE WOULD BE OFFENDED. OR CONFUSED. OR LITERALLY ANYTHING.”

Wonwoo simply shrugged, sipping his coffee. “It’s not a big deal. Names are just words, anyway.”

Luna stared at him in disbelief. “‘Names are just words’— DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF?”

He blinked again, completely unfazed. “Yes. I think I have good hearing.”

She groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re impossible.”

Wonwoo just went back to reading. “And yet, you’re still here.”

Luna dramatically flopped onto the couch next to him. “I feel like I just committed a crime, and you’re making me suffer by not even caring.”

Wonwoo smirked slightly, not looking up. “Would you rather I make a scene? Roll on the floor? Fake cry? Because I can.”

She squinted at him. “You would not.”

He turned another page, his expression neutral. “You’ll never know.”

Luna huffed. “Fine. But if I ever hear you accidentally call me by the wrong name, I’m holding it against you for life.”

Wonwoo chuckled lightly. “Duly noted, Kyeomie.”

Luna smacked his arm. Wonwoo, still expressionless, took another sip of coffee.

SERVE WELL, MY LOVE! (ok… bye.)

⍣ ೋ🍚[WOOZI]

Woozi was in the studio, hunched over his computer, headphones on, completely focused on fine-tuning the latest track. The glow from the screen highlighted the intense concentration on his face, fingers flying across the keyboard as he adjusted the sound levels.

Luna, sitting on the couch behind him, casually stretched and yawned. “Hey, Hannie, do you want me to grab you a coffee?”

Woozi, without hesitation and without even turning around, simply nodded. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

A solid five seconds passed before Luna’s brain processed what she had just said.

Her eyes widened in horror, her entire body freezing as if she had just committed the ultimate sin.

“Oh my god. I CALLED YOU HANNIE!”

Woozi didn’t react. He was still adjusting the track levels, completely unfazed. “Yeah, you did.”

Luna scrambled forward, gripping the edge of his desk. “YOU DON’T EVEN CARE??”

Woozi let out a small sigh, finally pushing his headphones down to rest around his neck. He turned slightly, giving her the most unimpressed look known to mankind. “Jiyeon-ah. I barely care about my own name, why would I care about someone else’s?”

She gaped at him. “WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??”

He shrugged, already turning back to his computer. “It means names are just sounds. You could’ve called me ‘Chair’ and I still would’ve said yes if coffee was involved.”

Luna groaned, dramatically throwing herself back onto the couch. “Why are you and Wonwoo like this? Are you two in some secret society of people who just don’t care about anything??”

Woozi, clicking through his project file, didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. It’s called ‘Minding Our Own Business.’”

Luna sat up, pointing at him. “Well, you better mind this— if you ever call me the wrong name, I’m going to throw your guitar out the window.”

Woozi actually paused for the first time. He slowly turned his chair to face her, his eyes narrowed slightly. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Luna smirked. “Oh? So now names matter?”

He let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temple. “Fine. I acknowledge my name. Happy now?”

She grinned. “Very.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“…So, are you actually getting me coffee, or was that just a slip of the tongue because you thought I was your boy toy?”

“Shut up.” Luna groaned, but she was already grabbing her wallet. “You’re lucky I respect you.”

Woozi simply smirked, pushing his headphones back on. “I know.”

⍣ ೋ🐸[THE8]

Minghao was peacefully sipping tea, one leg crossed over the other, while flipping through an art book.

The afternoon was quiet, the vibes immaculate, the energy balanced— until Luna casually shattered his Zen.

“Hey, Junnie, can you pass me the remote?”

Without even looking up, Minghao reached over, grabbed the remote, and handed it to her.

Luna took it absentmindedly before her brain short-circuited. Her eyes widened. Her soul left her body.

“OH MY GOD. I JUST CALLED YOU JUNNIE.”

Minghao calmly turned a page in his book. “Yeah. You did.”

Luna blinked. He didn’t even flinch. “And… you’re just okay with that?”

He shrugged, taking another slow sip of tea. “I mean… I knew what you meant.”

Luna dramatically grabbed his arm. “BUT I MESSED UP YOUR NAME. AREN’T YOU AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT OFFENDED? I WOULD BE.”

Minghao stared at her for a moment, then let out a deep sigh. He slowly set his cup down, closing his book with deliberate care.

And then, in the most monotone voice possible— “Wow. I’m so hurt. This betrayal cuts deep. I may never recover.”

Luna squinted. “Are… are you being sarcastic?”

He pressed a hand over his chest, shaking his head in fake sorrow. “No, no. This is real. My heart aches. The pain is unbearable. I feel lost, abandoned, nameless in this cruel world.”

Luna smacked his arm. “XU MINGHAO. BE SERIOUS.”

He exhaled heavily, looking at her with fake exhaustion. “Jiyeonie. If I got worked up every time someone messed up my name, I’d be dead by now. Do you know how many times people have called me The8 in casual conversation?”

She winced. “Okay, fair. But still! Jun and Minghao aren’t even close!”

He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Actually, we’re both Chinese. We both have great fashion sense. We both—”

Luna groaned, covering her face. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE JUSTIFYING MY MISTAKE.”

He smirked. “Well, someone has to. You’re spiraling.”

Luna crossed her arms, pouting. “Fine. Then I guess you won’t care if I call you something else.”

Minghao tilted his head, intrigued. “Try me.”

She smirked. “Alright. From now on, I’m calling you ‘MingMing.’”

His entire body froze.

Luna’s smirk grew wider. “What? I thought names were no big deal?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Luna. Don’t test me.”

She grinned. “Oh, I’m definitely testing you. MingMing.”

Minghao groaned, grabbing his tea and downing it in one go. “I take back my calm. This is my villain origin story.”

⍣ ೋ🐶[MINGYU]

Mingyu was standing in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, diligently preparing a snack for himself and Luna.

His concentration was at 100%, tongue slightly poking out in focus as he carefully spread peanut butter onto a slice of bread like it was a Michelin-star meal.

Luna, casually scrolling through her phone on the barstool, absentmindedly called out, “Hey, Cheollie, can you grab me some water?”

Mingyu instantly froze.

Like— spatula still in mid-air, peanut butter dripping onto the counter— frozen.

Slowly, dramatically, he turned around. His big, brown, puppy-dog eyes were already shimmering.

“…What did you just call me?”

Luna, still oblivious, blinked up at him. “Huh? I just asked you to get me—” Her entire soul left her body as realization hit her.

“OH MY GOD. I SAID CHEOLLIE.”

Mingyu gasped so loudly it could’ve shattered glass. His giant hands clutched his chest like he had just been personally victimized.

The betrayal. The sheer pain.

He dramatically staggered backward, hand reaching out like he was in a tragic drama. “Lu-lu-ya… do you… not love me anymore?”

Luna groaned, already burying her face in her hands. “Gyu-Gyu, please—”

“DO YOU THINK I’M JUST SOME OTHER MEMBER TO YOU?” His voice cracked.

Luna lifted her head, about to argue, but was immediately silenced by the way he was pouting. The biggest, saddest, most pitiful pout she had ever seen in her life.

He pointed at himself, looking devastated. “I thought… I was your favorite tall, handsome, ridiculously talented member… But now… I’m just ‘Cheollie’ to you?”

Luna sighed, getting off the stool and walking up to him. “Gyu, you know that’s not true. It was just a mistake! I was distracted!”

“A mistake?” He whispered it like it was a personal attack.

Luna groaned. “Yes! A mistake! Do you think I don’t know who you are?! You’re the biggest person in the room at all times, how could I confuse you with Seungcheol?!”

Mingyu sniffled dramatically. “But… do you still care about me?”

Luna rolled her eyes, knowing what Mingyu needed, she placed her hands on his cheeks, squishing them. “Gyu-gyu. Look at me.”

He blinked, bottom lip still trembling slightly.

“I care about you more than life itself. You’re my favorite golden retriever. My favorite disaster chef. My favorite snack stealer. My favorite giant baby.”

He sniffed again. “Really?”

“Really.” She nodded firmly.

Mingyu’s pout finally turned into a grin. “Okay! Then I forgive you!”

Luna sighed in relief. But then—

He suddenly gasped again. “WAIT. BUT WHAT IF YOU CALL ME ANOTHER MEMBER’S NAME AGAIN?!”

Luna groaned, walking away. “I’M NOT DOING THIS AGAIN, KIM MINGYU.”

He followed after her, grinning. “Lu-lu-ya. JIYEONIE. Do you pinky promise it won’t happen again?”

“PINKY PROMISE ME RIGHT NOW.”

⍣ ೋ⚔️[DK]

The apartment was filled with laughter as Luna and Dokyeom battled it out in a heated game of Mario Kart.

Dokyeom had just shoved a banana peel in Luna’s path, sending her character spiraling, while he zoomed past, cackling like a madman.

Luna, frustrated but determined, leaned forward, gripping her controller. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that, Wonie!”

Everything stopped.

Dokyeom’s character crashed into a wall. His controller slipped from his fingers. His head turned towards her so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash.

Luna barely had time to realize her mistake before Dokyeom let out a bloodcurdling scream. “WONIE?!”

He clutched his chest, stumbling off the couch like he had just been shot. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor, face twisted in sheer agony.

“Oh my GOD. She just— she just called me wOniE— AM I NOTHING TO YOU?”

Luna blinked, still gripping her controller. “Wait, what? No, hold on—”

But Dokyeom was already rolling around on the carpet like a man in distress, hands in his hair, eyes wide with betrayal. “I THOUGHT WE WERE CLOSE. I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL. YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP, GONE IN SECONDS.”

He suddenly gasped, sitting upright with horror. “WAIT. DOES THIS MEAN I’M JUST A BACKGROUND CHARACTER TO YOU?”

Luna groaned, rubbing her temples. “Dokyeomie, please—”

“NO NO NO. DON’T TRY TO FIX IT NOW,” he wailed, dramatically flopping onto the couch like an abandoned Victorian bride.

Then, suddenly— “Wait… does this mean I’m as cool as Wonwoo?”

Luna sighed. “That’s what you’re taking from this?”

He immediately sat up, beaming. “You think I have Wonwoo’s energy? That means I’m cool. A RAP GOD. A LEGEND.”

Luna gave him a deadpan look. “Or it just means I was distracted and called you the wrong name.”

He gasped again, placing a hand on his forehead. “THERE IT IS AGAIN. THE DAGGER TO MY HEART.”

Luna finally snapped.

“OH MY GOD, LEE SEOKMIN, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! I DON’T KNOW WHY YOUR MAKNG A DEAL OUT OF THIS— NO ONE CALLS YOU YOUR REAL NAME ANYMORE! I JUST MESSED UP. YOU’RE LOUD, YOU’RE DRAMATIC, YOU HAVE THE SUNNIEST SMILE, AND YOU LAUGH LIKE YOU’RE CLINICALLY INSANE. HAPPY?”

Dokyeom blinked. Then grinned. “Yeah, actually. Thanks for noticing.”

Luna groaned, throwing a pillow at him.

Dokyeom caught it effortlessly, hugging it to his chest. “But just so you know… this moment will haunt me forever.”

Luna rolled her eyes. “I bet you’ll forget in five minutes.”

Dokyeom dramatically looked out the window, voice soft, melancholic. “I shall never recover from this wound…”

Five minutes later, he was giggling at a TikTok Luna showed him.

The recovery time was miraculous.

⍣ ೋ🍊[SEUNGKWAN]

Luna and Seungkwan were in the practice room, taking a break after a grueling vocal session. Seungkwan was lying flat on his back, dramatically fanning himself with a random piece of paper, while Luna scrolled through her phone, mindlessly sipping on her iced coffee.

“Hey, Hoshi, can you pass me my water bottle?” Luna asked without looking up.

The silence that followed was loud.

Too loud.

Seungkwan slowly sat up. His head turned toward Luna with the precision of a horror movie villain.

His eyes— wide. Unblinking.

The bombastic side eye that could reduce a person to dust.

Luna finally glanced up, instantly freezing when she was met with Seungkwan’s expression.

Oh. Oh no.

His voice came out deadly calm. “What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?”

Luna gulped. “…Hoshi?”

Seungkwan’s hand flew to his chest like he had just been personally assassinated. “HOSHI?! HOSHI?! OUT OF ALL PEOPLE? YOU CALLED ME HOSHI?!”

Luna shrank back, gripping her iced coffee like it was a lifeline. “Kwanie, I swear, it was a mistake—”

“No. NO. I SEE HOW IT IS.” He stood up, arms crossed, shoulders squared, already launching into a full rant. “First of all, how DARE you confuse me with Hoshi? Do I look like I bounce off walls 24/7? DO I LOOK LIKE A FULLY CHARGED BATTERY?”

Luna blinked. “I—”

“Second of all, if you were going to mistake me for someone, WHY HIM? WHY NOT JOSHUA? OR JEONGHAN? OR EVEN MINGYU? ANYONE BUT HIM.”

Luna, still in shock, just stared. “…Are you fighting with Hoshi right now?”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT,” Seungkwan snapped before dramatically pacing the room. “But since you asked— YES, I AM. HE ATE THE LAST BAG OF CHIPS THIS MORNING AFTER I TOLD HIK IT WAS MINE AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO SMILE AT ME LIKE HE DIDN’T JUST COMMIT A CRIME. AND NOW YOU’RE OUT HERE CALLING ME HIS NAME? I FEEL SICK TO MY STOMACH.”

Luna looked down at her coffee, suddenly feeling like she wasn’t supposed to be part of this conversation.

Seungkwan wasn’t done. “DO I EVEN LOOK LIKE A HORANGHAE PERSON?” He did a halfhearted, barely committed tiger hand gesture. “DO YOU SEE HOW UNNATURAL THIS LOOKS?!”

Luna covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

Seungkwan saw and gasped dramatically, pointing a finger at her. “OH, SO NOW YOU THINK IT’S FUNNY. YOU RUINED MY DAY AND NOW YOU’RE LAUGHING?!”

Luna finally broke, wheezing into her hands. “Kwanie, I am so sorry, please, you have to understand—”

“Nope. You can’t take it back.” He huffed, grabbing his water bottle and plopping onto the floor, pouting with the intensity of a child denied a toy. “You and Hoshi can go live happily ever after. I’ll just be here. Alone. In pain.”

Luna sighed, sliding next to him. “Come on, Seungkwannis, you know I love you. You’re my favorite chaos gremlin. My sass king. The most talented, dramatic, beautiful man I know.”

Seungkwan side-eyed her but didn’t respond.

Luna nudged him. “I’ll buy you chips.”

Seungkwan immediately brightened. “Two bags. Minimum.”

Luna grinned. “Deal.”

Seungkwan flipped his hair. “Good. Now never let that happen again. Ever. Or I’m telling Jeonghannie the time you broke one of his Legos and dragged me to build it with you before he returned.”

“NO YOU WON’T!”

⍣ ೋ🐢[VERNON]

The SEVENTEEN members were lounging in Seungcheol’s place after a long day of practice.

Vernon, as usual, had his earphones in, bobbing his head to some obscure rap track, completely in his own world, while Luna scrolled through her phone, mindlessly swiping through social media.

Luna, still distracted, was trying to get Vernon’s attention. She noticed him humming along, eyes closed, completely absorbed in the music. She decided it would be a good time to ask him to pass her the remote.

“Hey, Gyu—” Luna started, before quickly realizing her slip-up. She blinked, realizing she’d just called Vernon by Mingyu’s name.

Vernon, lost in the groove, didn’t hear her the first time, nor did he realize what happened. He didn’t even look up from his phone.

Luna paused mid-sentence, watching him, then tried again a little louder. “Hansol-ah? Nonnie!CHWE HANSOL!”

Still no response. Vernon was deep into his zone, tapping his foot and nodding to the beat, fully disconnected from reality.

Frustrated, Luna tossed her pillow at his head. The pillow hit Vernon’s earphones and bounced off his cheek.

Vernon, now a little startled, took off his earphones, looked over at Luna, and gave her a nonchalant wave. “Sup.”

Luna blinked, trying to figure out how to navigate this now— awkward—situation. “I was gonna ask you to hand me the remote but I just called you Mingyu by accident… but I swear it was a mistake.”

Vernon shrugged, leaning back on the couch. “Cool.”

Luna stood frozen for a second, mouth slightly open, trying to process how Vernon didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that she called him the wrong name. “That’s it?”

Vernon nodded, still casually texting. “It’s cool. I mean, I didn’t even hear you. I was busy, you know, doing stuff.”

Luna narrowed her eyes. “You had earphones on. You literally did not hear a word I said. You didn’t even realize it was a mistake.”

“Yeah, but you’re fine,” Vernon replied, glancing up with that same deadpan expression. “It’s cool.”

Luna stared at him for a few moments, completely unsure of what to do next. She could either laugh at how ridiculously nonchalant he was or strangle him. She chose to raise her hands in defeat.

“You know what? Fine. I’m just going to go take a nap.”

Vernon nodded once, still scrolling through his phone. “Cool.”

As Luna walked away, she turned back to see Vernon still bopping his head, completely unbothered. She muttered under her breath, “Is that the only word he knows?”

On another day, Luna would tell the members that Vernon was the king of nonchalance— he was literally unbothered by everything, no matter how chaotic.

He could sit through a hurricane and still ask for snacks afterward.

⍣ ೋ🦦[DINO]

Luna and Dino were hanging out and chatting about random things. Luna was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, while Dino was sitting next to her, fiddling with his headphones and occasionally laughing at something on his own.

Out of nowhere, Luna looked up, wanting to ask Dino about his upcoming solo photoshoot. In her distracted state, she blurted out, “Hansolie, when is that shoot of yours?”

Dino immediately froze, his eyes widening in mock disbelief. He turned slowly toward her, his lips forming a pout. “Excuse me? Did you just call me Hansol ?”

Luna’s face went pale. She had meant to call him by his name, but in her moment of confusion, she slipped up. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, Channie, I—”

Before she could finish, Dino crossed his arms dramatically, tilting his head to the side with a theatrical flair. “Wow. Really, Noona? I can’t believe you. You’re calling me Hansolie now? The disrespect.”

Luna burst out laughing, immediately apologizing, but Dino wasn’t done yet. “I’m your baby, Noona! You can’t just go around calling me the wrong name! I am your baby, remember that!”

Just as Luna was trying to control her laughter, Jeonghan walked by, overhearing the commotion. With his usual mischievous grin, he interjected, “That’s my line, Dino-ya. You’re not the only Jiyeonie’s baby.”

Dino snapped his head toward Jeonghan, eyes narrowing. “Oh, please, hyung. I already have noona. What do you want from me?” He deadpanned, rolling his eyes as Jeonghan laughed at his response.

Luna, still trying to calm down from laughing, now had to deal with two drama queens. “You guys are so extra! Dino, stop pouting. It was an honest mistake!”

Dino poked out his bottom lip and stared at her, unrelenting. “It was an honest mistake, but that doesn’t mean you should forget that I’m your baby!”

He then pointed at Jeonghan dramatically. “And this guy, here, needs to stop acting like he has a claim on me!”

Jeonghan, still smirking, winked at Luna. “Well, Dino, I don’t know. You’ve got that baby face, but I don’t know if you’re the real deal. I might just have to claim you back. Remind me again— who’s a baby are you?”

Dino scoffed, dramatically flipping his hair back. “I’m done!”

Luna was trying to hold back her giggles, but it was impossible now. She rubbed Dino’s head gently and apologized once more, “I’m so sorry, my Dino, really. I didn’t mean it. You are my baby.”

Dino brightened up immediately, his pout disappearing as he leaned into her touch. “I knew you’d remember eventually. But seriously, Noona, don’t forget my title again.”

Jeonghan, not one to let the moment pass without making a joke, tapped Dino’s shoulder. “Dino, you didn’t answer me. Do you know whose baby you are? I think you might need a reminder.”

Dino turned to Jeonghan, narrowing his eyes as if he had just had enough. “Are we really going to do this again, Jeonghan? Can’t you just let me have this? You don’t have to butt in every time I get some attention.”

Luna leaned back on the couch, arms crossed as she watched the two of them bicker. “You know, this is the kind of chaos I was trying to avoid. You two are literally like children.”

Dino didn’t seem to mind, though, as he grinned widely at her, now fully back in his playful mood. “Well, I’m just your baby. I can’t help it!”

Jeonghan grinned, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “You two are going to make my head explode. Honestly, you’re both my babies. I’m claiming you both.”

Luna sighed, looking between the two. “You know what? I’ve had enough of this. I’m going to the kitchen. You both stay here and fight over who’s the real man-child.”

As Luna left the room, Dino, who had forgotten about the situation, suddenly shouted after her. “Hey! Don’t forget about me, Noona! I’m your baby!”

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[v6quewrlds]

what was meeting the parents for the first time like for both joe and wifey?

love this series btw 🤎

thank you so much babe! that's so sweet of you <3

she met joe's parents pretty early on in their relationship. if my mental timeline is correct, she would've met them completely by accident. like joe was in the middle of the preseason, so he was suffering from major football brain.

they hadn't seen each other in a few weeks. between the preseason and her residency, they were starved for some face-to-face time together. she was so starved, she decides the four-hour drive down to cincinnati wasn't really that bad.

even if she has to settle for a handful of hours together ,mainly spent sleeping, at least she'd be sleeping in his bed, in his arms, and waking up to his touch, kisses, and love before she'd make the four-hour drive back to cleveland. so she texts joe in the morning before she goes into the hospital, packs an overnight bag just in case.

joe, suffering from horrible football brain, sees her proposition on his way into the facility and immediately responds, "please do. i need to see you." and that's that.

what joe didn't take the time to consider, however, was the fact that his parents would be stopping by to see him as well. they had some business to attend to in cincinnati on joe's behalf. their permanent guest room was waiting for them, so of course, they'd be staying the night at his.

she's mildly confused by the car she doesn't recognize in joe's driveway, but shrugs it off, assuming it's a teammate stopping by late at night. joe has responsibilities as a leader, she rationalizes, so one of his guys losing track of time talking plays, concerns, and strategy doesn't bother her.

except it's not one of his guys, it's robin and jimmy burrow in their son's kitchen listening to his review of where the team is at going into the last game of the preseason. wifey has a key, so she lets herself in and almost cries when they turn around and see her.

it goes well, really well. robin fixes her a plate to eat, doting on her immediately, "oh, you poor thing getting here so late after a long day." jimmy is all smiles, taking shots at joe's football brain, and asking wifey about herself, assuring her that they've heard so many good things about her and have been looking forward to meeting her.

joe is smug because of course he is. even when they curl up together in his bed, wifey still upset with him not remembering the very important detail of his parents staying with him, joe's all, "i told you so" and "at least that part's over?"

as for joe meeting wifey's parents. he got a proper heads up. her sister and her family were coming back to the states for a week and she decided it was a good time to bring joe along to meet everyone all at once. he was not amused with this idea but after being reminded of how he ambushed her with his parents, he sucked it up with a begrudging smile.

wifey's family in general is very impressive. her entire family drips with success and pride, and the realization that he'll have to officially meet them kind of drives joe to the brink of insanity. especially with his knowledge that her father is generally not a fan of the nfl or football as a sport.

he secretly studies up on her family, maybe even stalks their facebook pages late at night when he can't sleep because he's crawling in his skin. on the way over to her parents' house, he all but forces her to quiz him.

"what's my mom's favorite show?"

"dynasty. too easy, next."

and he's so cocky in the car. he's feeling good, and she can see that, thinks it's so attractive that he's taken this much time to study up on her family and learn all their preferences and what they do. he's got an oversized bouquet of flowers for her mom, a bottle of her dad's favorite rum, chocolates for her sister, a signed jersey from ja'marr for her brother-in-law, and stuffed animals for her niece and nephew.

then they cross the threshold of her childhood home, and he switches. it's not obvious to her family, in fact, they don't even pick up on it. but she does. she recognizes joe cool in action. he's studied well, cracks little jokes, indulges the kids, but she sees right through him.

she sees the way his adam's apple bobs, the restlessness of his knee, the way he nervously swipes his tongue over his lips. she doesn't comment on it, doesn't make a big deal out of it but she tries her best to ease him. places a hand over his heart, tells him he's doing such a great job, stills his knee when it starts bouncing, and looks at him with those eyes that make him breathe just a little lighter.

when he asks her how he did, she holds his worried face in her hands and kisses him so softly, so gently, and that's all the confirmation he needs.

[bettysupremacy]

hi love ! could you write a fluff!rafe where the reader is a workaholic and ends up getting a cold and rafe takes care of her? 💌🍄

my boyfriend!!!!!!!

“I need to go in today.”

You gaze at Rafe, who returns your stare. It feels futile, yet you persist. You try to sit up, pulling the covers off your legs, but retreat under them when the overhead fan reaches. A dull ache permeates your body. The cold seeps into you, but the blanket is suffocating. Your body feels warm, but the air is biting.

You concede. “Nevermind.”

“Yeah.” Rafe moves to help you gently, he’s fixing the blanket.

“It’s fine.”

“Seriously,” Rafe warns suddenly. “I’m gonna make you cut your shifts down.”

“But-“

“No, this is a ‘I want to pass the time’ job, and you’re treating it like you’re employee of the month.” He’s annoyed, with you surely. “Shit, are you employee of the month?”

You frown, ignoring his question. He’s right. Though, he usually is. He already provides for you through the big money of the company his father passed down, you just don’t wanna be bored. You don’t want to contribute nothing, and you’re treating it like there’s rent to pay and mouths to feed. Well, there is, but not in the demand you

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he huffs. “I just can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“I know.”

He helps you sit, moving the pillows behind you. Your chest feels fuzzy and so do your eyes. Dully, your nausea makes you cough.

“I’m nauseous.” You tell him.

“Jeez.” He murmurs, his eyes round and concerned. “You want zofran?”

“Yes.” You whisper.

Tears pool in your eyes as he sits up, collecting at your eyelashes as you try to blink them away. You bring your hand to swipe at them, sniffling. Rafe’s brain lags.

“What?” He asks, kneeling down again, hands in desperate search of your face. “Baby, what?”

“I’m embarrassed.” You cry.

“Why?” His rough hands swipe at your tears gently. “Everyone gets sick.”

You turn away from him,

“If this is about me being upset earlier, I swear it wasn’t at you.” He stresses. “I-I had a bad day, and seeing you’ve succumbed to illness makes me sad.”

You giggle wetly. “Succumbed to illness.”

He beams proudly. “I knew that would get a laugh.”

You smile up at him, fever working through your veins slowly. You shake again miserably, working yourself up into a fit of fat tears. They roll down the hills of your cheek heavily, pooling under your chin. You blink out three at once and Rafe nearly has a conniption. Why are you crying?

“It’s not.”

He works his hand over your hair, gently, but not cautiously. “Then what?” He pleads. “Help me understand.”

“I just love you.”

“You’re crying because you love me?”

“I don’t feel good.” You correct.

“You don’t feel good?”

“And I love you,” You admit. “but you’re here,” You moan. “seeing me like this, and you’re so pretty.”

He laughs, quickly recovering to a sympathetic face when you frown at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He soothes, lips near your ear. “Sometimes I look at you and I want to cry.”

“But you never do.” You wallow.

“Have you ever seen me cry?”

“Once.”

“Forget that.” He grimaces. “The point is, you’re stressed and sick.”

“I don’t see the point.” You murmur.

“You’re vulnerable right now, to your.. feelings. If I were sick, and stressed, and I saw you, I think I might cry too.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Did the people cry when the angels came down in the Bible?”

“Did the angels.. come down?” You ask. “I’ve never read it.”

“I’m not sure.”

You laugh. “Maybe we should ask Scar.”

“Scar?”

“She’s smart.”

“I think she’s Jewish.”

“So?”

“Different book, my love.”

“Duh, I’m not that sick.” You laugh. It drips with sticky sticky cough syrup. “But still, she’s smart, maybe she’ll know.”

Rafe sighs lovingly. “Maybe. We got off track.”

“We always do.”

Rafe snorts. “You’re feeling better.”

“Get on track.”

“I don’t remember the point I was making with angels.”

You laugh, tilting your head up to look at him. “You’re useless.”

“Abominable girl.” He chastises, sitting up anyways.

“Go get me medicine.” You’re smiling. “Useless, useless doctor.”

[kusakiguzen]

Yandere Mha x Reader x Yandere Batfam

A/N: So recently i got into yandere batfam x neglected reader. And i like mha x reader. Soo my fav fic of mha x reader is on quotev " Future Keeper" and my fav batfam x neglected reader is " again & again", my brain just mushed them together like.

Our reader was born and raised in japan (reincarnated from modern world) till she was 9 (instead of 5 ), childhood friends with aizawa. Her parents passed and she find out her father was was not her real father. And she is sent to Gontham to Bruce . (read the fic to get a better understanding, link on the names cuz spoiler. ) There she gets neglected and then decides to transfer to UA high ( here UA is a secrate hero school and on surface its a prestigious high school). She sends a direct letter to Nezu about her "Foresight", and asks to be transfared there. She does get in. Meets Aizawa again. Then meets tenko, adopts him. Meets kai, adopts him. Meets touya, takes him in. And finally Keigo.

But Dick shows up when reader or any adult is not home, tenko opens the door, and Dick speaks in english, Tenko calls Kai (who knows english cuz u taught him, on his request) to speak to the stranger (Dick).

Kai knows him ( due to him being extreemly interested in how you have such good etiquette and wanted to learn, you taught him but also opened up about your past, showed him pics of you "family", and warned him if they come make sure to not give them hope about the reconcile between you and them).

Kai followed you order told the other kids to stay in the room and call the adults (detective tsukachi and night eye) aswell as the reader. He makes it very clear that you are not leaving and Dick's presence is unwanted. The adults arrive before you and try to calm the tension between the two but still agreeing with what Kai said. This pisses Dick off and then tells them that they have no right to decide for you. Kai bites back saying neither does Dick have the right.

Just then reader comes busts trough the door panting and sweaty like she ran the whole way back with Aizawa close behind her, Aizawa goes to check up on the other kids while reader starts walking towards Kai but Dick though she was going towards him and opens his hands expecting a hug, but you pass him and go to Kai and hug him and check if he was injured and then tell him to join his siblings, to which he refuses, Saying you are too kind and he has to be there cuz he knows what it does to you emotionally. And kai stayed

Dick asked you to come back toe which you refused saying that you now have a new family. He tries to persuade you, but was cut off by kai saying "emotional blackmailing won't help since he was there". Then you list everything they ( the bat fam) missed. And then ask if he could tell how many awards you won, you'll give them a chance. Dick didn't know and said a random number but Kai corrected him and along with that he also flexed about how much he knows about you .

You refuse and he is kicked out. You thought it was over but it wasn't. Now you were stuck being messaged by random numbers to reconcile. which are blocked by Aizawa and Kai. Due to Aizawa being worried about you, he proposed to exchange phones since all their contacts were same. to which the reader agreed reluctently.

Now probably they got the hint and would leave you alone....... Or you thought

Three weeks later, bat boys along with Bruce and Alfread show up with all your favorite stuff ( which Dick remembers cuz Kai had spoken about it). Since it was Touya who opened the door, he didn't give them a chance and shut the door in their face saying that they'll make reader have an anxiety attack or something bad, then told them to leave. They didn't and since you were on your way back home, you unfortunately bumped into them. Again it was the sme bushit except Damian who you thought had lost his mind since he kept demanding you come back home, to them, and spoil him with more love than you spoil anyone in your so called family cuz he was your one and only real sibling.

You laughed at their faces, called them pathetic and told them your family is here and so is your home. And continued by saying if they love you even a little bit they would leave you and your real family alone.

Leaving heart broken Wayne family outside. Regreting their choices.

But they promised that they would get you back........... No matter what.

And your Japanese family vowed to protect you from them....

A/N: This was a fucked up idea in my head i just had to write it down. PLEASE CHECH OUT THE 2 AMZING FICS, LINK ON THE NAME OF THE FIC IN THE AUTHORS NOTE!!!

Hope You Enjoyed!

P.S. I tried to keep it gn, so all the genders can enjoy, i hope i did fine.

Edit: I should Tag the author of again and again. @acid-ixx Sorry for the late tag!

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[petty-richonne-rj-fan]

Rick Grimes Junior Chronicles.

“ Dad, what color am I?” The seven year old ask over his homework, a question Tommy Matthews, a known bully at Commonwealth Middle school, asked him this morning. Rick Junior is all Rick, in personality, appearance, and attitude. He didn't need a hat or anything physical to know that. Junior could go the rest of his life trying to undo his Rickness, but then he would say something a certain way, or walk with a bow legged like his father, or tilt his head a little too far to the right, and there it was, The Rick Grimes in the Rick Grimes Junior. He was Michonne too. He’s got her brains. It's why he is leaning over algebra homework meant for 12 year olds and he is only 7. His parents agreed with every teacher who pestered them, that the boy was being held back if he stayed in elementary school. It’s just unfortunate that the older kids pick on him for being better and smarter.

Michonne drops the handle of the knife that she is using to cut apples into smaller pieces. A healthy snack her OBGYN suggests she consume, as she enters her second trimester. Rick stops playing with the kitten he brought home for Junior last week, when he realised he had never celebrated his boy’s birthday before and never got him a gift, other than the Junior License plate that Junior proudly placed on the outside of his bedroom door. He helped Rick nail it to the door frame, proudly holding the nails, and enthusiastically assisting his father when he was allowed to hold the hammer.

“ What?” Michonne asks, the air in the room becoming thicker by the second. She and Rick glance at each other, hair rising on the back of both of their necks because they never had this conversation before. They never had to. Their skin is different colors, and so what of it? The sky is blue, the ground is hard, and pineapple doesn't belong on pizza.These are simple facts that simply exist. Never to be explained,until the fusion of their love decided to shock them with the question a second ago. He sits up, kicking his feet on the stool next to the Island in the Kitchen. The pencil tapping makes Rick's nerves get on edge, and he tilts his head, deciding to come closer and stand next to his boy. Rick and Michonne know they look different, but who cares? They love each other and that's all that matters. Junior changes all of that.

“What color am I?” Junior ask again, noticing how his mother begins to rub her pregnant belly and how his father no longer plays with the kitten, deciding to take a seat next to him.

“ Why do you ask, buddy?” Rick asks,taking over the conversation when he sees Michonne flirting with anxiety.

“ Well, in Social Studies class today, we talked about issues of the old world. Wars, and conflicts,” he says resolutely as Rick leans into him, nodding his head supportively.

“ We talked about The American Civil war-” Junior drags on knowing his next words might make his parents upset.

“ It’s okay, junior” Michonne says, fixing a supportive smile on her face. She laughs, correcting herself when she remembers that only Rick is allowed to call him Junior. She carried the boy for 8 months, only for him to look just like Rick, act like Rick, and have a special name only for his dad. Deep down, she hopes that the daughter she is carrying will be that way with her. Have her big ole smile, her attitude, her grandmother's quirks that Michonne misses from her own mother who died too soon. And deep down,she hopes their daughter has a special name that only Michonne is allowed to say. 

“ It's okay, RJ,” she smiles.

“ Well, Tommy said the fight was between the white people,and the people who were slaves. The slaves had black skin. Dirty skin, just like me,” Junior looks down and begins weeping, and down the road on another block, Tommy has no idea how lucky he is that Junior is crying now,as it distracts Junior's parents from kicking his ass. Rick instinctively holds his boy, shaking the anger away,a tear rolling down his eye as he pats the seven year olds back. Michonne, immobile, clenches the island, her chest heaving with sadness.

“ Am I dirty, dad?” the boy ask, looking up at his father with tears in his eyes.

“ God junior, you're making your old man cry. God! Of course not, of course not. You are the-”

“ The best thing that has ever happened to your father and I,” Michonne says softly, coming around to join the Ricks, stroking Junior’s curls just like she's done so many times to his father. And when Junior cries subside and they are able to manage a smile on his face, they tell him to go and play in his room, and they’ll continue the conversation later. Now, Michonne stands, crying into Rick's chest,as he kisses her ear, whispering sweet nothings in it. When she pulls away, he wipes the tear from her cheek,cursing the absence of his left hand for the first time since it happened, angry that it can't get rid of all of her tears and all of her pain.

“ Rick, I thought I was done with this!” she says, pulling away to stand near the sink,looking into the window above it. And Rick just stands there listening as she relives her racial trauma, her life of being a dark skinned woman but never being enough,always being compared to mediocrity because others were intimidated that greatness came from someone who looked like her. Intimidated that their whiteness wasn't an automatic ticket to desirability, as Michonne  outshined anyone who was ever compared to her. Rick sits back, because his wife is a lawyer, and he used to be a cop, and he's a white man who has never had to deal with this before. He listens, because although his son is all Rick Grimes, his son is also half Michonne. He stands there, starting to feel like he isn't enough,wiping away the tears when they come, because only he can tell Junior what it's like to be a man, only he can raise Junior, the boy he wanted and missed most of his life. Only he can tell junior what it's like to be a man, but he can't tell him what it's like to be a man of color. Eventually Michonne relaxes into him, leaning her head back as he comes to stand behind her, stroking the belly that carries their daughter.

“ It's the end of the world, and somehow, I am still here. Its naive of me I guess-”

“ How so?” he asks, resting his cheek next to hers.

“ Walkers may roam the earth, and money may not exist anymore, but people are still people and will somehow always find a way to try and be better than others. I spent the past decade living in the end of the world forgetting what my skin color meant, and then we made a beautiful baby, two of them-” she gestures to her belly.

“ and now they’ve got to face it. “ Rick finishes.

They stay this way for a minute, rocking back and forth, talking about the ills of the world that they wish they could lay to rest. You can stab a walker, but you can’t stab racism, because like a bacteria, it shall return to atone for the mediocre, the pathetic, and hateful. Michonne talks and Rick listens. Eventually Michonne startles Rick,calling their baby back into the room. They turn to find him, stalking back with a rubix cube in his hand. Emboldened with love for the human who looks like happiness and the love he has for his wife, Rick snatches the cube placing it on the counter, and holds his son's hands to his heart. After a second of looking into the eyes of his pride and joy, the only physical thing he got from his mother other than his color, Rick places his hand next to his son, gesturing for Michonne to join. There they stand, the Grimes in the kitchen holding their holding hands together, a family created out of love and choice and free of trauma until racism decided to rear its ugly head.

“ Once upon a time,” Rick starts and Junior laughs.

“ Daddy found the most kind and smartest and beautiful woman on the planet. She truly loved daddy and daddy loved her, after all the pain they endured before meeting each other. After all the rejection and trauma and toxicity and abuse. Well, daddy looked at the angel of a human who he loves more than anything, and decided he wanted another human he loves more than anything. Daddy decided that he wanted to make a version of himself and the woman he loves so much - a version who looks like and carries all the love I have for your mom,” he says choking on his words, unable to continue so Michonne speaks up.

“ So we made you,” she says smiling through her tears.

“ We wanted you. You are evidence that mommy and and daddy love each other,proof that will carry our love on, even when we’re gone. When people see you, they are reminded that sometimes you get happy endings, because you are my happy ending Rick Grimes Junior. Your face is evidence of how much I love your mother and how much she loves me. You’re our gift, Junior. Mines and mama’s. The most selfish thing we have ever done,” Rick says, and the damn breaks,and they all stand there in the kitchen, tears blurring all of their visions. Rick picks his boy up, smelling his scent,imagining how he would have smelled as a newborn. All those years and moments lost, because of The CRM and Jadis. Moments where he could've been- well, it doesn't matter now because he is here now, in the kitchen holding his boy and the love of his life. Holding the woman who showed him what love is after only being tolerated and being emotionally abused for years before the world fell. Holding the woman who carried his son for 8 months alone and neglected and is now carrying his daughter. Holding the son who makes Rick Grimes name and spirit live forever. Two people who are physical manifestations of love, their faces marked with hope,healing, and yes, blackness.

🤴🏻👸🏾🫅🏽

[just-dreaming-marvel]

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OUT OF TIME ~ I'M FROM BROOKLYN, TOO ~ 165

Y/N stayed with Bucky until lunchtime, when he decides it’s time to go back to being a mother. 

“I need to head out too,” Bucky admitted. “I need to go talk to Sam. He’s back down in Louisiana. Someone’s got to convince him that Steve made the correct choice in choosing him as Captain America.”

“You would have been a good choice too, you know?” Y/N told him.

Bucky shook his head. “No. I still have a lot I’m making up for.” He reached out and took one of her hands in his metal one.

“Well, then I have something you can give to him.” With a wave of her fingers, the shield appeared on the floor beside them. “It belongs to him. Steve wanted him to have it. Return it to him and kick his ass into gear. We need a Captain right now more than ever… A Captain like Sam.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled Y/N into a hug. “I’ll keep you updated.”

“You better.”

A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT ~ PART 4 (THE FINAL PART)

You watched from your med-bay room, Steve and Bucky pack up for Wakanda. Despite the vibranium cuffs on his wrists and the clear weight of his mind, Bucky was helping with ease. Your eyes kept tracking him as your heart pounded in your chest. The dark part of your mind was screaming at you to not blink. To make sure that he wouldn’t come near you. You absolutely hated that. You knew that there was a difference between Bucky and The Winter Soldier. Yet your brain was having a hard time remembering that. 

“They’ll be gone soon,” Sam stated, coming up from behind you.

You nodded, keeping your eyes on Bucky. Sam watched you, noticing how you hugged yourself tightly and how tense your body still was.

“He won’t hurt you,” Sam tried.

“I know…” you whispered. “Though… I doubt it at the same time… and I hate it.” You looked over at Sam with tear-filled eyes. “I hate everything about this…”

“I know.” 

Sam stood beside you silent for a moment as he watched the two men finish packing up. Bucky looked up and caught your gaze. You tensed and turned away. Bucky’s head hung as he disappeared into the quinjet. Sam sighed, sharing a look with Steve before Steve closed the quinjet doors.

A PRINCESS & HER KNIGHT ~ 6

Your father immediately put someone at the entrance of your passageway the moment you returned home. Anna Marie had gone straight to the King once Logan and Bobby had gone to fetch you. 

“Y/N has got to understand that her actions have consequences, especially at a time like this,” Charles stated, Logan and Scott standing in front of his desk. “I am doing my best to lessen the consequences, but the court is instant that she be reminded of what a true princess is to act like. Starting tomorrow, Jean will be teaching Y/N how to act like a Princess and a Queen.”

“The Princess will not like that,” Logan commented.

“You will make sure that she is to every lesson on time.”

CRIMSON TIES ~ 9

“Where is she?” Natasha asked as she burst into the house with her sister right behind her. “Is she alright?”

Steve was there to greet them. “She’s fine. She’s in her studio,” he told them. “It’s nice to see you Yelena.”

“You too, Rogers,” Yelena replied.

“I can take you to Y/N.”

“We can handle ourselves,” Natasha said. “You boys have done enough for one day.”

“Hey! I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s just as bad.”

LOVE THAT BURNS ~ ENDING 1 ~ MOVING ON

“I want to check in with you, Howlett,” Scott said, catching Logan in the hallway.

“What is there to check in about?” Logan questioned, confused.

“Your wife. Y/N hasn’t been on a mission since the pregnancy. Do you feel like she’s alright to be put back on the roster?”

Logan took in a sharp breath. Personally, he would never let you on a mission again. That had little to nothing to do with the pregnancy, but his overwhelming need to protect you. He thought to how you were doing. Yes, he could still see the pain dwindle in your eyes at times, especially when you saw Jean and Scott with Rachel. But it was getting better. You were getting better. Despite that, everything in him was screaming at him to say no. To tell Scott that you weren’t ready yet. So that’s exactly what he did.

“No,” Logan’s response was firm, with no room for argument. “Y/N’s not ready to be put back on the roster.”

LOVE THAT BURNS ~ ENDING 2 ~ VERSION 2 ~ DAD

Logan came home from work the next day at lunch. The two of you teased each other as you worked together to clean the apartment and work on dinner. It was almost five and you were mixing a salad while Logan finished up setting the table. He looked over at you and smirked before coming up behind you. He slid his arms around you to hold you and buried his face in your neck.

You giggled. “Needy much?” 

“Can’t help myself, baby,” he mumbled against your skin. “You’re just so—“

Then, there was a knock at the door.

“Oh! She’s here!” You exclaimed. You turned your head and kissed his cheek. “Finish this, please Lo.” 

Then you hurried off to the door. Logan chuckled with a shake of his head as he finished putting together the salad. You threw open the door as fast as you could to see Laura. She stood on the other side, holding the hand of another young woman. 

“Mom,” Laura smiled as you, dropping the girl’s hand to hug you.

HARMONY OF THE HEARTS ~ THINK OF ME

Sherlock knew it wasn’t proper, showing up, driving his own carriage. Especially while standing. But he didn’t care much for formalities. He was on his way to the Opera House, where his friend, John Watson was now the owner and Sherlock was bound to be one of his patrons. John was at the stables waiting for him, along with his business partner G Lestrade.

“Ah, old friend,” John greeted with a smile a Sherlock jumped from the carriage. “How great it is to see you.”

“Same it had to be like this, Watson,” Sherlock commented. “Embrace me.”

John rolled his eyes as he hugged the man. “Same old you, Holmes.” He pulled away, patting Sherlock’s arm. “And this is G Lestrade, my business partner.”

“Nice to meet you, Viscount,” Lestrade said, offering his hand.

LESSONS IN LOVE ~ 9

“Sorry for pushing you away… it’s all I know how to do to protect myself.”

“You don’t have to worry about protecting yourself with me. I will protect you.”

The doubts were still there. The shame and guilt from previous relationships. “Don’t… don’t get my hopes up… That you’ll stay. That I won’t be too much.”

“Stardust, is breaks my heart to hear such things come out of your mouth. I don’t know who hurt you in the past, but I am not them and I will be here for you. Okay?”

“I can’t promise the doubts will die immediately.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I know, darling. I’m not expecting them to. No matter what. I’m here.”

I'M NOT THAT GIRL ~ BUCKY'S VERSION ~ PART 2

Dot insisted that you come with her to the train to pick Bucky up. He was returning from the war. The war was over and he was coming home. You were grateful that he survived and was coming home. But your heart ached. He wasn’t coming home to you, his supposed best girl. He was coming home to Dot, who he had promised to marry just a few years ago.

Dot had stuck to you like glue in the years Bucky was gone. You had tried to shake her, but she was hard to shake. She came to you about everything, including on the nights when it was hard for her because she missed Bucky so much. You couldn’t hate her completely because she had helped you get a well paying job, which was hard for women to find, allowing you to keep living on your own. Dot had tried to be a good friend in other ways, like getting you to go on blind dates with the few men that were left. Nothing worked out, because you wouldn’t allow it.

KISS THE GIRL ~ TONY'S VERSION

“Close your mouth, Stark,” Natasha said, “you’re drooling everywhere.”

“I am not!” Tony argued.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She took another sip of her drink as she watched Tony watch you. You had just found your way to the pool, where all the other team members were already. “Why don’t you just make a move already? Everyone can see that you are head over heels for her. Well… everyone but her.”

“I’m not head over heels. I’m… barely head.”

Natasha laughed. “You’re ridiculous, Stark. Truly ridiculous. Where did that confident, playboy man go?”

“He’s right here.”

“Then go talk to her.”

[skyholly]

The best kept secret

Summary: What if Moiraine had a baby daughter she and Siuan were forced to leave to Anvaere to raise as her own?

moiraine/siuan

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Chapter 8. Guinevere

With a simple blow of her lips, Lanfear sent them flying through the portal, and Guinevere instantly felt the warmth and powdery feeling of the sea engulfing her. She let herself immerse in it, calmness washing over her. Water had always had that effect on her, ever since she could remember. ‘My little guppy’, her father used to call her, she remembered with fondness, before the memory turned blue. Torvin isn’t your father. 

And Moiraine is my mother , Guinevere thought, closing her eyes under the water, salt prickling her lips. I should’ve realised before . Her mother’s… Anvaere’s —she had to correct herself— reluctance to talk about Moiraine, her uncanny resemblance to the woman, her dreams as of late … It all was so obvious, so plain to the eye. She felt so stupid, so deceived. How did I miss it?  How didn’t I realise? Why was it kept away from me? How did so many adults consent to it? Why do I feel so sad? Why do I feel relieved? Why do I feel so resentful? How could Moiraine care so little for me? How could she not wish to see me at least once? Why didn’t she care? Why does she still not care—? Her thoughts became overwhelmed by a piercing pain in her head, as if hammers were banging on it, as her lungs suffocated in water. She was drowning . She briskly opened her eyes, salt burning on them, as her arms desperately reached for the surface, when a strong hold grabbed her from her armpits and hastily pulled her out of the water. Guinevere took deep, desperate breaths, coughing water away from her lungs. 

“Burn me!” Lan complained, water up to his chest, as he carried her to the shore. “Haven’t you been taught how to swim?”

Guinevere was so dumbfounded by the question, she hesitated for a moment before answering, staring at the man with an irritated look on her face. “Of course I know how to swim,” she scoffed, as he placed her on the ground, her feet warming up at being slightly buried in the hot sand, “I was just… thinking.” 

“On how drowning would make for a fitting end?” The man mocked her, making sure her stance was steady before letting her go. 

Guinevere creased her eyes in astonishment. “Aren’t you supposed to be the quiet one? The brooding one?” She silently remarked, annoyed, crossing her arms against the wet fabric over her chest. Guinevere glanced around and saw nothing but water and sand. They were in a desert that stretched to the ocean’s shore. This isn’t Falme, she realised, anxiously snapping her head around. How did we end up here? Her mind was a blur of memories, and she was confused for a second, before all the recent events came rushing back to her. 

Lanfear almost killing her felt like a dream, something unreal, but the tightness of the silver linings pressing against her skin proved otherwise.

She’d also attacked the Amyrlin, and Guinevere had tried to help her, before Lanfear furiously dragged her into the Ways. 

Guinevere was enraged at the woman. She curious about why she hated her so much. Moiraine was curious about her dreams. 

Lanfear opened the portal to Falme. 

Lanfear thrusted into her brain, her mind drowning in painful realisations. She admitted them three being important, that they all had a role to play still in Falme.

Lanfear sent them flying through the portal.

But they weren’t in Falme.

What is Lanfear planning?

Guinevere kept on looking around, when her eyes stumbled upon her aunt Moiraine — your mother, Moiraine — away from the shore, studying their location. “Where are we?” She asked the Warder. 

“I don’t know,” Lan confessed, “but we better follow her.” He said, pointing towards the Aes Sedai. Guinevere glared at the older woman, feeling her skin burning with all fury and rage and resentment and sadness and curiosity bottled up on her. 

“Guinevere—” Moiraine whispered, raising her hands in surrender, with a tiresome look on her face, at the sight of the girl marching towards her with menacing steps. 

“Why?” The girl asked dryly, stilling in front of her, biting her lips to prevent tears falling from her eyes. Every breath felt like stale air as she waited for Moiraine’s response. “Why?”

“Guinevere…” The older woman sighed, shaking her head, “you were never supposed to—”

“Why?!” She insisted, forcing the older woman into a guarded position. 

“I-I-I had a mission,” Moiraine stuttered, her eyebrows frowned in trepidation, “a duty towards the—”

“Why?!” The young girl’s whimpers interrupted her. “Mother or aunt, it makes no difference, why did you ignore me all those years? Why did you never look for me at the White Tower? I was right there.”

Moiraine pursed her lips into a thin, harrowing line; her eyes creased with grief,  “Guinevere, is not that easy to explain—”

“Did you ever stop to think about how neglected I would feel? How alone? How I’d grown up hearing Barthanes’ stories about our impossibly funny, caring, exceptional aunt only to find out she was anything but that?!” Guinevere sobbed, her words pouring out of her mouth in a torrent of anger. “At first I had made peace with the fact that you simply remained  permanently away from the Tower but to learn that you actually visited it regularly and you couldn’t look for me even once —”

“It was too hard, Guinevere!” Moiraine barked, anger seething through her teeth. “Getting close to you would’ve endangered the whole mission, which is the reason I left you with your aunt in the first place!” She kept on screaming, but she immediately regretted speaking to her in such a harsh voice. Moiraine tried to approach her, taking gentle steps towards her, arms reaching for the girl’s hand, but Guinevere backed away, roughly brushing the bitter tears away from her cheeks, leaving an almost invisible trail of sand over her face. 

“Where are we anyway?” She sniffed her crying away, crossing her arms over her chest in an indifferent motion, studying her surroundings. “Do you even know where Falme is?”

The older woman stared at her feet, and shook her head, before raising her gaze towards her, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Guinevere—” Moiraine insisted again, reaching for her. 

The young girl sharply pushed the woman’s arm away, and took a few steps back, maintaining the distance between them. “I don’t want to talk about it, alright?” She snapped, overwhelmed. “It’s… I’m… I’m just…I-I-I need some time. To think, alright?” She looked at Moiraine, and gazed into her eyes, as blue as the midnight sky , before the older woman nodded. Guinevere mimicked her gesture, pursing her lips in discomfort. “Do you know where Falme is? We need to get to Rand.” She urged her. 

“It’s that way,” Moiraine replied, gulping as she pointed toward what appeared to Guinevere to be an endless desert. Despite her doubts, Moiraine’s confidence made it hard for Guinevere not to believe she knew what she was doing.

“Alright, then.” Guinevere bit her lip, casting a final glance at Moiraine before resolutely heading in the direction Moiraine had indicated. She walked in haste, eager to make some space between her and the pair. Guinevere could feel the sand shifting beneath her feet, water tickling her ankles, the sun beating down on them mercilessly.

Her mind was a storm of emotions. She almost wished Lanfear had stayed quiet, that she could remain oblivious to the truth. Knowing her aunt didn’t care for her was one thing, but realising her own mother had refused to acknowledge her existence for so many years… That the only reason Moiraine had reentered her life was because of the Dragon Reborn. The sting of that revelation cut deep.

Guinevere tried to empathise with Moiraine’s situation. It couldn’t have been an easy choice to leave her behind. At least, she hoped it hadn’t been. But bitterness and anger furiously overpowered any sentiment of sympathy she might have felt. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she came to a halt, and closed her eyes, feeling the water at her feet, letting it wash some of her anger away. 

Moiraine did what she thought was best. She made sure you grew up in a loving family. She had a difficult choice to make, and did what best she could. She assured herself. But was it even? The sneaky thought creeped into her mind. A difficult choice? Guinevere snapped her eyes open, the sun blinding her for an instant. She couldn’t make sense of her own emotions. She wanted to slap and punch and hurt her for neglecting her all those years. She stood in awe of her, for remaining so dutiful. She resented the fact she’d considered the mission more important than her. She hated that she couldn’t help but love the woman nonetheless. 

She turned around, and saw the pair less than half a mile behind, almost embracing each other, a silver weave of the One Power circling them. They’re bonding again , Guinevere realised in astonishment. She wasn’t jealous of their bond; rather, she felt a deep curiosity for a connection she had never known. She’d never taken on a Warder, as she didn’t want to have a man following her around all day, and besides, most Yellow Sisters didn’t take on Warders, as they weren’t really needed. But she’d always been intrigued on what it felt like. For nineteen years, Lan had been Moiraine’s Warder. Guinevere wondered what that meant for her. Was he there the day she was born? Was he even her Warder at that time? She shook her head in frustration. They needed to get to Rand. She focused her sight on the front once more, and began walking one again. 

Ahead, the desert stretched out endlessly, the horizon wavering in the heat. Guinevere’s thoughts were so consumed that she barely noticed when Lan caught up to her.

“Slow down,” he urged gently, his tone softer than before. “We need to stay together.”

She glanced at him, her expression hard, and then sighed, her shoulders sagging. He was right, of course. As much as she wanted to run away from Moiraine, she knew she couldn’t afford to be reckless. Not now.

“Fine,” she muttered, slowing her pace but not stopping. “But I’m not ready to talk to her.”

Lan nodded, understanding in his eyes. “Take your time. Just don’t wander off.”

As they continued, the terrain began to change subtly. The sand became firmer, as mountains started to rise by their path. After a while, Moiraine caught up, maintaining a respectful distance behind Guinevere. The silence between them was heavy, laden with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the dunes, Lan suggested they make camp for the night. He built a small fire, the flames flickering against the encroaching darkness. “Sit by the fire,” he instructed the two women, “I’ll check the area for any danger.”

Before he left, Lan removed his own cape and gently draped it over Guinevere’s shoulders. “Stay warm,” he said quietly, his eyes full of concern. Then he turned and disappeared into the darkness of the desert, leaving Guinevere and Moiraine to share the warmth of the fire.

The two exchanged furtive glances, the silence growing increasingly uncomfortable, until Guinevere finally broke it. “I don’t think I’m angry, you know.” She said, in a small voice, avoiding looking at Moiraine. “Upset, yes, but not angry.”

“Are you sure?” The woman asked, searching for her eyes. “You’d have every right to—”

“I understand,” Guinevere interrupted her, restless, eager to get this matter over with, “at least I think I do. I would’ve been angrier,” she confessed, “if I believed it was a matter of convenience, but I know now it wasn’t. Or that I hope, at least. You had a mission, far more important than raising a child… You did what you had to do, and I understand that.” 

“Are you sure?” Moiraine insisted, taking her hands, and this time Guinevere didn’t resist her touch. “You can be angry at me, Guinevere. Light knows I… you can ask me questions, if you’d like to.” 

Guinevere hesitated, her lips parting and closing as she struggled to find the right words, if there even was such a thing. “I don’t think that’s for the best,” the girl finally said, staring into her eyes, “in fact I wish for things to remain as they are… o-or were. I must admit I am… shocked by this, but it doesn’t change anything for me, not really. I have a loving mother, have— had a loving father, and a happy family and childhood. And I guess I have you to thank for that as well. That you made sure of that.” 

Moiraine squeezed her daughter’s hands, as she pursed her lips, and slowly nodded, fighting back tears. She seemed hurt by her statement, as if she were expecting more of the girl, but Guinevere couldn’t make sense of her emotions. “You’re very compassionate, Guinevere,” Moiraine blubbered, “and I can’t claim that’s a trait you got from me.”

Guinevere abruptly snapped her head towards Moiraine, her cheeks reddening not from the fire’s heat but from embarrassment, action that didn’t go unnoticed by the older woman. “What is it?” Moiraine asked, encouraging her to share what was on her mind. 

Guinevere’s blush deepened, unsure of how to phrase her question. “It’s just…” she began, fidgeting and picking at her nails, “I’ve been wondering… w-what about my father?” Her voice trembled with apprehension.

Contrary to her fears, Moiraine’s eyes softened at the mention of the man. “He was very compassionate too,” she said, a wistful smile tugging at her lips, “and he had a talent for music. A talent you share as well, I’ve been told.”

Guinevere hesitated, already dreading the answer to her next question. “Had?” She whispered softly.

The older woman inhaled. “He’s been gone for a long time now.” Moiraine confessed, gulping. 

Guinevere nodded, guilty about not feeling sad. She had had a father, Torvin, and she had mourned him as such, but this man… her biological father, he wasn’t anything to her. Should I feel sad? I don’t feel sad about him dying, I only wish I could’ve known him. “How?” 

Moiraine pursed her lips into a sad grin. “I wouldn’t know.”

Guinevere only hummed in response, as she noticed Moiraine straightening her posture, and sensed her heart start beating at a faster pace. “There’s something else you ought to know, Guinevere,” Moiraine said, gathering courage, “since we’re already on the matters of fathers and parents and… well, now that you’ve found out that… well, that you’ve found out the truth…”

“That you’re my mother.” Guinevere finished for her, staring deeply into her eyes. Moiraine gulped, swallowing a sob. “Yes, well, now that you know—”

“What is it?” The girl urged her, gently. 

Moiraine took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I had a partner,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “not- not your father, he was just—”

“It’s the Amyrlin, isn’t it?” Guinevere interrupted her, with the ghost of a mischievous grin on her face. 

Moiraine’s eyes widened in shock, as Guinevere shrugged her shoulders. “It wasn’t that hard to figure out,” she explained, “I was in the Sun Castle and in the Waygate with you both.” 

“Alright,” Moiraine nodded, awkwardly processing the information, “well you should know, Siuan was my partner while… while I was pregnant with you.”

“Oh.” Guinevere didn't exactly understand the dynamic between the three, but she felt she would be stepping over the line if she asked about it. 

“And she is your mother as well, or at least she—I mean we both, regarded you as our daughter at one point. She cares for you in ways she has not been allowed to demonstrate. I just thought you should know.”

Guinevere nodded. “Alright…” she whispered, indecisive. 

“What is it?” Moiraine asked the girl, gently grabbing her shoulder, noting her apprehension. 

“Nothing, it’s just… What do you mean by ‘at one point’?” 

“Oh.” 

“Hm.” 

Moiraine turned her head, her eyes staring deeply into the fire. “I meant that at one point we did consider raising you, before the prophecy came down on us and we had to choose otherwise.” 

“So you were happy?” She asked, unsurem her heartbeat starting to race on her chest. “About me?”

“Of course we were!” Moiraine exclaimed, turning towards her, embracing her hands. “We both were excited and longing for you, you shouldn’t doubt that, not now or ever.” 

It was Guinevere’s turn to swallow a sob. “Alright,” she whimpered, “thank you.” 

“Oh, Winnie…” Moiraine whispered, placing a hand on the girl’s face, tenderly brushing her cheek, when they became startled by a figure walking towards them.

The two of them stood up in alert, Moiraine reaching for the One Power and Guinevere for the knife against her thigh, until their shoulders dropped in relief, realising it was just Lan returning from his rounds. 

“Everything alright?” Moiraine asked him, sitting down once again. 

“Everything seems… quiet. I’ll remain awake, you two have some rest.”

“Alright.” The two women conceded, laying down against the sand, using their capes as covers. The last thing Guinevere noticed before falling asleep were Moiraine’s soft caresses on her hand. 

Guinevere abruptly woke up, with a scream stuck down her throat, her agitated chest rising up and down at an uneven pace. Lan was already by her side before she could notice, putting the cape over her shoulders once again, shielding her from the bitter wind, asking her if she was alright. 

“I-I am—”

“Guinevere?” Moiraine asked, worry creasing her brows as she pulled her into a reassuring embrace. “Was it Lanfear? Did she hurt you?”

“N-No,” the girl muttered, her voice softening as she leaned into Moiraine’s comforting presence, “it was just a nightmare, that’s all.”

Guinevere felt Moiraine sigh in relief before gently holding her by the shoulders, guiding her to a distance where they could meet eye to eye. “Guinevere…” the woman began, her voice shaky, “I need you to tell me about your dreams.”

A blush spread across the young girl’s cheeks. “Why?”

“That does not matter, what are these dreams about?” Moiraine insisted. 

Guinevere cautiously stared at the woman, frustrated by her reluctance to share information. “Does this have anything to do with Lanfear calling me Ilyena?”

Moiraine warily hummed in response. 

“Who was she?”

Moiraine took a deep, quivery breath. “Ilyena Therin Moerelle. She was the wife of Lews Therin Telamon. Brutally murdered by him after he’d made her watch their children die, as the madness had already taken over him.”

Ilyena Therin Moerelle. She was the wife of Lews Therin Telamon. Brutally murdered by him after he’d made her watch their children die, as the madness had already taken over him , the words resonated in Guinevere’s mind. 

She was the wife of Lews Therin Telamon. Brutally murdered by him after he’d made her watch their children die, as the madness had already taken over him.

Brutally murdered by him after he’d made her watch their children die.

Brutally murdered by him after he’d made her watch their children die.

Brutally murdered by him after he’d made her watch their children die.

Those words felt like nails being viciously hammered into her brain. Guinevere widened her eyes in panic, her breathing growing ragged, as realisation fell upon her. 

“G-Guinevere,” Moiraine stuttered, “what is it?”

“M-My dreams…” the girl stammered, “they’ve always been the same. Three little children — my children, somehow— dying in front of me, and I can’t do anything about that. There’s always a man… A man I could never recognise, but ever since I met Rand… It’s like I know it’s him, despite them looking nothing alike.”

Moiraine closed her eyes in resignation, her head tilting the slightest, as she subtly let an exhale out, her face tensing with frustration. 

“W-What is it?” Guinevere asked fearfully, studying the fleeting glances exchanged between Moiraine and her Warder.

“Nothing I would like you to worry about.” Moiraine replied, though her voice betrayed a hint of unease.

Guinevere’s heart pounded in her chest. “You don’t get to keep secrets from me anymore, Moiraine,” she taunted, her voice tinged with defiance.

Moiraine’s eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and resignation. “Guinevere, some truths are burdensome. I only wish to protect you.”

“Tell me.” The girl insisted.

Moiraine clenched her jaw, her gaze steely. “I won’t.”

“Tell. Me.” 

“No.” Moiraine snapped, losing her patience, turning her face away from her. 

Guinevere’s face flushed with anger, as she took the older woman by the shoulders, forcing her to face her. “What do my dreams mean?” 

“They mean that Lanfear’s assumptions are correct,” Moiraine barked, eyes furrowing with sorrow, “you are the reincarnation of Ilyena, just as Rand is the Lews Therin Telamon reborn. Your dreams aren’t nightmares, Guinevere, they’re memories.” 

Guinevere shut her eyes, as she recalled her dreams, the children's screams slicing through her mind like shards of glass. The haunting images of their small, fragile bodies, lifeless and cold, burned behind her eyelids. Each cry echoed in her soul, tearing at her heart, the agony almost too much to bear. She felt the overwhelming weight of helplessness and grief, a visceral pain that twisted her insides and left her gasping for breath. The horror of their deaths was seared into her consciousness, an unrelenting nightmare that refused to fade.

In that moment, a terrifying clarity washed over her. “I ought to stay away from Rand, then.” She exhaled, opening her eyes, which were brimming with tears. 

Moiraine reached for her, and softly rubbed her thumb against the girl’s cheek. “I don’t think the Wheel will give you such a choice.” She said, sorrowfully. “But there’s still time, the Pattern is not yet weaved, do not fright. Rest, for now. I’ll make sure no nightdreams haunt you the rest of the night.”

Guinevere wasn’t sure on how Moiraine could achieve such a thing, but she didn’t comment on it. “Thank you.” She whispered, leaning into Moiraine’s touch. It feels nice. It feels right. 

Guinevere laid down on the sand, and closed her eyes, immediately falling asleep, and nothing but darkness visited her afterwards. 

Lan woke her up at the crack of dawn, softly brushing on her shoulders. Guinevere sighed, feeling warm and rested, and opened her eyes to discover she was huddled against Moiraine. The woman’s presence beside her brought a rush of conflicting emotions; gratitude for Moiraine’s help, confusion over the night’s events, and an inexplicable sense of closeness that both comforted and unsettled her. Anvaere is your mother. 

“Good morning, Guinevere,” Lan said quietly, his voice breaking the momentary silence. His eyes held a mix of concern and something else she couldn’t quite decipher.

“Good morning, Lan,” Guinevere replied, her voice hoarse from sleep. She shifted slightly, trying not to disturb Moiraine, who still slept peacefully beside her.

Lan handed her a waterskin and a piece of dried fruit. “Eat and drink. We need to move soon. I’ll let Moiraine rest some more; she needs it.”

Nodding in acknowledgment, Guinevere accepted the provisions and took a few sips of water. Once the sun sat higher on the sky, the man woke the Aes Sedai up, and they set off towards Falme once again. 

Moiraine led the group, and Guinevere closely followed her steps, finding herself growing more at ease with the woman’s presence. She isn’t so bad , she thought. It would take her some time to get over her resentment, but maybe one day they’d be able to discuss things further, with more clarity. Her contemplations were interrupted as Lan hurried to join them.

“You’re faster than you used to be.” He teased Moiraine, and Guinevere could see a hint of a smile on the woman’s face. 

“Feels like I’m running without buckets on my back.” She joked back. Guinevere didn’t understand what she meant by that. Moiraine remained quiet for a moment, before turning her head towards the man, not slowing down. “You’re thinking about Lanfear.”

The man nodded. “I still don’t understand why he only woke her.” Lan explained. 

“They’re too dangerous, I think, the others,” Moiraine explained. “The Forsaken fought amongst themselves as much as they fought the Dragon. But everything I found out said that Lanfear, Lews Therin, and Ishamael were inseparable before the War of Power…” Her voice trailed off as she caught sight of something ahead that left her momentarily stunned. Guinevere followed her gaze and spotted it in the distance: Toman Head.

“I think I know where we are,” the older woman said, her tone weighted with realisation. “Lanfear planned this.”

“ ‘ Above the Watchers shall the Dragon be proclaimed… ” Guinevere whispered, “ bannered ‘cross the sky in fire .’ That’s what Verin Sedai said. Lanfear wants you to raise the banner, she said so herself. She said we all had a role to play still.” Guinevere resolved. Moiraine nodded slowly, her expression grave with the weight of worry. “But what role do I have to play in all of this?” The girl asked. 

Moiraine pursed her lips in concern. “I don’t know.” She replied, troubled. 

They continued walking at a haste, Lan scanning their surroundings with a worried furrow in his brow, until they were mere miles from the Tower. Moiraine sighed, her gaze sweeping the area, freezing in place as her eyes stumbled upon a dozen boats lined along the coast right beside the Tower. Guinevere followed the trail of her gaze, and noticed silver lining flowing through the boats, towards the top of the Tower, and froze in her place as well, as she exchanged a worried look with Moiraine. 

“Keep moving,” Lan urged them, apprehensive, “there’s watchers on these cliffs. What is it?”

“Shielding.” Moiraine and Guinevere said in unison.

“Are there weaves?” Lan asked. 

“I think it’s Rand they’re shielding.” Moiraine deciphered, carefully studying the threads. 

Suddenly, Guinevere felt a searing pain in her abdomen, so intense that it nearly brought her to her knees. She grunted, clutching her side.

“What is it?” Moiraine asked, her voice filled with concern.

“I-I don’t know,” the girl confessed, her mind rushing into a thousand different conclusions, “but I think… I think Rand has been hurt. I know he’s been hurt,” she corrected herself, “I don’t know how, I just know it.”  

Moiraine glanced at Guinevere, then at the boats, exchanging a meaningful look with Lan that left Guinevere feeling perplexed. What are they thinking? What are they planning? 

“Why?” The man asked. “You don’t know who they are. What if Lanfear put us here for you to do this? What if those ships are full of innocent people? What if it’s not Rand?” Guinevere’s eyes widened in shock. Moiraine is planning to sink those boats. 

“I will let a thousand innocent people die if there’s even a chance that he will live.” Moiraine snapped. “That is what it means to support him, do you understand that?” Lan remained unsure, but Guinevere positioned herself behind Moiraine, with a fierce look on her face, letting it be clear she supported the woman’s intentions. It went completely against everything she’d been taught as a Healer, but she knew there was no other option, as the pain in her gut became more and more intense. Rand’s dying, he thought, desperation creeping down her stomach. 

Suddenly, shouts erupted from behind them, and they turned to see several men on horseback galloping towards them. Guinevere froze at the sight of the horses, as realisation fell upon her. 

“I need one of those horses,” Guinevere abruptly declared, “I need to get to Rand. I know he’s hurt, I can heal him. And we need to remove the shield from him. This is why Lanfear put us here. Mo-Moiraine, you can attack those boats from here.” She said, turning around, but someone’s grip on her arm didn’t allow her to go away. Moiraine’s. 

“Winnie…” The woman whispered. 

“I’ll be alright,” the girl assured her, “I know what I’m doing. And besides, you said it yourself. This is what it means to support him.” 

Moiraine nodded, but was still reluctant to let her go, which left Guinevere with no other choice but to use a certain Talent of hers. She grasped Moiraine’s arms, feeling the One Power's warmth course through her veins, and saw the recognition in the woman’s eyes—she understood but did not resist. “It will make things easier, the mission is what matters most now.” Guinevere explained. Moiraine hesitated for a moment, before easing into the girl’s Talent. 

An excruciatingly long second passed, before Moiraine drew her hands away, straightening her posture, exchanging a meaningful look with Lan. And before Guinevere could even realise, Moiraine was weaving threads of golden weaves and Lan was fighting the approaching soldiers with a precision and determination the girl didn’t even believe possible. Guinevere herself took some of them down, using one of her Talents, which secured her a horse. She swiftly mounted it, and rode towards the Tower. 

She jumped its steps two at a time, until she reached the top, where she stood for a moment in shock. Rand was just by the stairs, laying hurt on the floor, over the arms of a long-limbed, wiry boy with brown eyes, while Egwene was pulling on a dangerous amount of the One Power to protect him from a man’s attack. Ishamael , Guinevere realised, in terror. The man looked at her, recognition flickering in his eyes. 

She allowed herself one more glance at the man, before running towards the redheaded boy. “Rand!” She whimpered, falling onto the ground next to him, her knees scratching on the process, desperately reaching for his abdomen. 

“Gwen,” he exhaled, his mouth curling into a sweet smile as her name left his lips, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. “W-What are you doing here? How did you get here? I thought Lanfear…”

Guinevere hushed him, as she had no intention of paying any mind to his words, as healing him was her role. She was staring in distress at his wound, on the side of his abdomen, exactly where she had felt the piercing pain. Guinevere’s breath got caught up on her throat at the realisation that it’d been performed by a dark weapon. That’s alright, you can handle this, she tried calming herself. She closed her eyes, seeking for the flame and the void, steading her breath and her heartbeat, as she pulled on golden weaves that quickly started to heal the darkened injury. She opened her eyes moments later, to find Rand’s wound cured, for the most of it at least, and more people surrounding them. A tall man carrying a big axe, who she recognised as Perrin, the boy that she had healed at Tár Valon, and two more women she didn’t know. A dark haired one and a red haired one. The woman with dark hair had her hair braided over her shoulder, and was wearing the clothes and makeup of a sul’dam. Guinevere couldn’t puzzle out why everyone was so calm at the thought of such a vicious woman being by their side, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. 

Rand remained in shock, brushing over his healed injury, as Egwene’s agonising screams reached them. Guinevere took a better look at her, and had to prevent a sob from leaving her lips at noticing her ragged clothing, how scrawny she looked, how pale and fragile. She’s been forced into becoming a damane at one point , she realised, in dismay, fury starting to make her blood boil. 

“Rand, Rand,” the boy who was holding him urged him, grasping how Egwene was growing weaker by the second, “you’re gonna have to do something.”

“I-I can’t,” the redheaded boy whispered, agitated, “I’m shielded.” 

Come on, Moiraine , Guinevere urged her in her thoughts, as tears threatened to fall through her cheeks, we need you… I need you now, mother.

**********

Author's Note: Alright, only one chapter left! It'll probably be published next week. I must say, I wrote this in a haste and it has NOT been proofread at all, and english is not my first language, so please please comment on any incoherences. There's only one chapter left, before an epilogue, which I'll probably take a long time to publish since I will use the time bewteen the last chapter and the epilogue to do some HEAVY editing, but that will have to be after finals. Again, I hope the decline in comments it's not due to the story being a dissapointment, and if it is, please tell me what you wished would've happened different, or in which direction you would've liked the fic to go to. Thanks for reading and commenting, I appreciate it a lot, and I hope you enjoy this rather messy chapter!

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Chapter 60

Third POV

"Child, it's time to wake up. Dinner is ready, and we're eating it together - like a family." Grandma Abigail said while knocking on the bedroom door.

"Not hungry."

"Gurl, get your ass up! Come on! Abbie took a liking to you, so come on! Stop being so over dramatic!" Veronika shouts from behind the door.

Eboni almost snapped again but remembers her words. The sooner she gets through this, the sooner she'll be out of their lives. But Eboni can't help but question why they reached out to her in the first place. Considering how their treating her, it isn't out of love. Just what's their motive?

"Alright! Be down in five!" She shouts, crawling out of bed and reaches in her bag to put on a pair of pink leggings and a crop white hoodie with a pink heart in the middle.

The teen grabs her phone and leaves one airpod in her ear. She slips on her house shoes and opens her door, glad no one is there waiting for her on the other side. Eboni starts walking mindlessly, forgetting her way to the dining room - not that she cares. Why not explore a mansion that she'll never get the luxury to live it?

The floor is marble white, walls bricked and painted white as well. Eboni doesn't have a problem with the color white, but white on white like this can give anyone a headache. What this place needs is a splash of...color.

That's when the teen stumbles across a black metal door. It's odd how she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings yet is drawn to this door. The hall has no other rooms, no windows, and no stairs, just this door. Eboni moves closer to the door, reaching for the handle until a voice breaks her from her trance.

Veronika clears her throat, crossing her arms over her chest. "What are you doing?"

"Why is this room so secluded?"

"None of your business. No one is allowed in there. Now come on. Dinner is getting cold."

"Tch. Whatever..." she whisper, "led the way. This damn place is a maze."

Veronika eyes Eboni but doesn't say anything. Her glare is enough of a warning. The two walk into the dining room in silence, though the table is full of chatter. The only sit available is in between Kenneth & Abbie. Eboni was never close to her uncle. Her father never favored leaving his daughter alone with him for reasons she never knew.

"Hi Eboni!" The girl greets with a shy smile, holding her bunny close to her chest.

She looks at the child boredly, tilting her head. "Ah yeah...hey..who gave you that bunny? Your mom?"

Abbie shakes her head, smiling sadly. "It was a gift from my dad... the last one he gave me before he went bye-bye."

"I see... my parents gave me one too. I brought it with me. I'll show you mine later."

"Really? Maybe we can play too?" Abbie asked hopefully.

Eboni smiles softly, rubbing the child's head. "Yeah. We'll play together soon, promise."

Eboni stares at her food, questioning if she should eat it or not. She doesn't trust these people, not even for a second. With these thoughts, she feels something rubbing against her shin from under the table. Eboni looks down, noticing a kitty.

The girl smiles sadly, lowering her hand down to scoop the kitty onto her lap. She keeps the cat hidden, feeding it small bites of her food. No one seems to notice, except for Kenneth. For some reason, he can't keep his eyes off his niece. When has she grown to be so beautiful?- in a scary sort of way. His wife, of course, notices his stares but doesn't correct him. Instead, she hangs her head low, ashamed on what may take place later on in the night.

When dinner is finally over, everyone gathers into the living room to pass out one gift for everyone to open. Eboni watches from the corner of the room, memories of happier times flashing in her brain. She has to swallow the lump building in her throat as she witnesses the excitement in Abbie's eyes.

This used to be her. Dancing around the Christmas tree with her parents, opening one gift on Christmas Eve, drowning in eggnog and sugar cookies. Those her were happiest moments, and being forced to witness it all only fuels her hatred for this family.

A presence near her disrupts her thoughts, the person clearing their throat to get her attention. Eboni turns her head, looking up at her uncle Kenneth.

He holds out a glass a wine for her, smiling. "You looked a little down, thought this might help."

Eboni raises a brow but takes the drink. She isn't going to drink it, she learned her lesson from Alex. A lesson she'll never forget. The girl doesn't bother looking at Kenneth, keeping her eyes on the gift opening and family dancing.

"Not gonna talk to me?"

"What is there to say? I don't know you. You don't know me. I see nothing wrong with keeping it that way." She said nonchalantly.

"Aw, don't be like that kid. I'm your uncle for crying out loud."

"Mhm. My uncle, that didn't show up to my parents' funeral. Yeah, I know." Eboni said, voice voided.

Kenneth sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look... I'm sorry. I should've been there for you. All of us should have. Sorry for not showing. It's just that... you're dad, and I weren't on the best of terms. You were too young to understand."

"I'm not that eight year old girl anymore. Spit it out or leave me the fuck alone." Eboni grumbles.

Kenneth's eyes trail down Eboni's body, his lip quirk-ing up a bit. "Yeah... yeah, you're right. Your mother was a beautiful woman. My brother and I were the talk of the town. We'd pass our women around to each other. We were close like that. But then your mom came into the picture. I made my move on her, and that asshole broke my nose! He should've made it clear that she was off the market - married or not. He got a taste of my wife. Why couldn't I get a taste of h-"

SPLASH!

Eboni lowers her now empty glass, tears building in her eyes and a hand over her mouth. ".....you didn't show for their funeral because of something so...so low? So, petty? Are you kidding me right now?"

Kenneth frowns, all eyes now on the two. "You're gonna pay for that kid." He whispers, low enough for only Eboni to hear. The older male then storms off, his wife running after him.

Eboni places her glass down on the nearest table, ignoring looks of confusion. She goes straight to her room and closes the door. She grabs her nightgown and other hygienic things used during her showers and rushes into the bathroom. She turns the water onto ice cold and steps inside, lowering her head under the showerhead.

Calm down. Calm down.

Calm.

Down.

.....Impossible.

How can she calm down after being told such disgusting things. So what if her father used to be a dunce bag? He changed. Her mother changed him. Eboni is sure all those women were just hoes in the first place, just wanting to get to the money in his pockets. But Amara was different. Her father had enough common sense to not let his true love go even if it meant giving up his family just to be with her.

Once she feels her raging emotions calm, she begins her nightly routine. After her shower, she blow drys her hair and drys her body- slipping into her nightgown. When done, she walks out of her bathroom, greeted by Kenneth, walking in and locking the bedroom door behind himself.

Eboni tenses, the atmosphere instantly shifting to a theme she's all too familiar with. Her uncle moves from the door, crossing his arms over his chest. He grins, eyes scanning her body from head to toe.

"You know... you're just as beautiful as your mother. It's ashame I couldn't get a taste of her. Every time I tried, my selfish little brother would get in the way. He even moved! Ugh! Can you believe that? Anyways, since you look so much like her...I guess you'll have to do."

At this point, Kenneth is now towering over the her - a perverted grin taking over his lips as he licks them. This is why her father never allowed her uncle around. He's a predator, a sick demented predator. Eboni is sure Kenneth forced her father to partake in his antics by some type of manipulation - whatever the reason it wasn't of his free will. This family, this whole mansion, is full of monsters.

Without a second thought, Eboni knees him in his groin and runs out of her room. The male falls to the ground, spurring curses at her. The girl runs and runs until she once again stumbles across the black door. Eboni gulps, quickly looking around before approaching the door.

She reaches to turn the nob, but it's locked. Swearing, she pulls at the nob, hearing her uncle grow closer. The fear, that disgust of her experience with Alex, is beginning to make her panic. She can't go through it again. She won't.

Reaching into her hair, she pulls out a bobbypin and begins picking at the lock. She always keeps one in her hair, even after washing it. The closer he got, the more unsteady her hands became. Before he turns the corner, the lock clicks. Eboni pushes the door and rushes inside, closing it behind herself gently to not alert him.

Eboni locks the door from the inside and sighs in relief. It's a long walk down this hallway, and a knee to the balls will definitely keep him at bay for a while. She takes this short time to glance around the room.

It's a huge office, a file cabinet right next to the long desk that is covered in monitors. This must be the control room, but why would Veronika be so cautious when Eboni discovered the door? Because of this question, the girl moves closer to the desk - a file laid on it - said file with her name on it.

"The hell?" she questions, opening the file and reading through it.

The more Eboni reads, the more sick she feels to her stomach. Her whole life. Everything. From the moment she was given away up to now. Everything has been documented and kept inside this file. They knew of her whereabouts. They've kept taps on her since the beginning yet did nothing to bring her back. They simply did not want her back, so why go to such lengths to keep taps on someone you don't want?

That question is put on hold when the sound of the doorknob turning is heard. Eboni quickly places the flies down and runs to hide under the desk. She pulls herself as far as possible, bringing her knees to her chest and places her hand over her mouth & nose.

"Ma, that brat is smarter than we thought!" Veronika whines. "And Kenny, you should've left her be. I saw how you were looking at her - ya' sick freak."

"Oh fuck you! I can't help that she's thicker than her mother!"

"God, you're so -"

"Shush up now! You know the goal for this! You two are supposed to make her feel welcomed, not drive a bigger wedge between us!"

"Well, you weren't being too nice with her either." The woman grumbles, sounding like a child.

"Mhm. Anyways, yes... she is smarter than we gave her credit for. Poisoning her food was to amateurish, especially since that was done to her before." Abigail sighs, pitching the bridge of her nose.

"No shit. She was feeding that damn cat the food. Poor thing is dead somewhere around here." Kenneth said with a shrug.

"We could just stage another car accident." Veronika points out.

Eboni heart stops as ringing fills her ears. Another car accident? What the hell did she mean by that? Theres no way they played a part in... there's just no way -

"No, Veronika. The police are getting suspicious of us now thanks to your irresponsibility and lack of patience. You could've stayed with your husband for another year or so before killing him."

"He was hogging all the money! It was pissing me off!"

"I don't blame him. You're the reason we're in this financial situation in the first place. Hope his life insurance policy is paying off." Kenneth sighs, annoyed.

"No, it's n-"

"Our company is about to go bankrupt because of you, girl! Once everything goes according to plan, I will be keeping you on a tight leash. Do you understand Veronika?" Abigail scolds.

"Yeah... yeah, ma...to bad that brat doesn't have a life insurance policy like her parents did."

"Agreed." Kenneth grumbles. "Could use half a mil right now."

"Enough chit chat. Listen, my children. Tomorrow will go accordingly: Eboni will be included in everything. She is to feel welcomed and loved. Then, when her guard is down, Kenneth will slip the toxins into whatever she'll be drinking - AFTER signing the papers. Get her drunk as well before handing her the papers."

Papers? What papers?

"Yeah, yeah. Treat her nice, get her drunk, make her sign over everything her parents left her, then BOOM! The toxins will kill her. Sounds full proof to me." Veronika said with a grin.

"Same...ugh- too bad I won't ever know what her insides feel like.." Kenneth pouts sadly.

"Again. Such a demented fucker!"

"Enough! Argue someplace else. It's time for me to rest. Prepare yourselves for tomorrow. This plan can not fall through, understand?"

"Yes ma'."

After the three leave, Eboni stays under the desk a little while longer- processing all she just heard. They did this. They planned all of it. They killed her parents for money, and now they're trying to do the same to her. All this pain, this abandonment, the endless misery. All of it brought to her thanks to her father's greedy family.

She slowly crawls out from underneath, body racking in so many emotions - her mind drowning in endless memories of her torment filled life. Eboni reaches for her file again, skipping to the final sheet inside. The girl pulls it out, reading over it slowly.

"This is the will of Amara Brown & Anthony Brown. All funds made by us will go to our daughter, Eboni Brown. Our life savings are to be kept inside a trust fund that she won't have access to until she turns eighteen. She is to be placed under the care of Veronika or Tiffany. Kenneth is never allowed near Eboni Brown, no matter the circumstances. In the events something happens to our precious princess, the funds shall be given to Anthony's parents- Abigail, and Clarence Brown. Nothing is to be shared among Anthony' siblings."

- Amara & Anthony Brown♡

Scream.

She has to scream.

She needs to.

But she doesn't. Eboni holds it in as tears roll down her cheeks. All this time... all this time, it was them. They took her parents, placed her in the foster system, and made her endure home after unstable home in hopes one of those homes brought death. Tiffany, thankfully, somehow gotten ahold to Eboni when she should've been placed under her care to begin with.

There are so many unanswered questions. So many missing details, though Eboni will get all her answers - she'll make sure of it. Eboni has tried being a decent human being despite the hand she's been dealt with. She tried to keep her mind grounded, well rounded - but that white line, the thin white string has snapped.

They're going to pay. She's going to bring them hell. But not quickly. No. No, this has to be planned - well thought out. She's working on the clock here, and her head is also up on the chopping block, yet Eboni isn't worried. Unlike her family, she knows better - more skilled people to help her out.

Eboni collects herself, reaching under her gown and pulls out her phone she had resting in her bra. "BEN. I know you hear me. I need a favor."

Her phone screen glitches as BEN appears on it. He grins, raising a brow at Eboni's tear stained cheeks. "Whoa, are you -"

"I'm fine. I will be." Eboni shows BEN the monitors on the desk. "Think you can hack into them?"

"Duh. But you're pretty fair out. Out of Slenderman's jurisdiction."

"Is that an issue for you?"

"Nope! I'll be more powerful out of his range. It just might attract unwanted attention." BEN warns but shrugs nonchalantly.

"We'll deal with that later. I'll send you more information later. Stay in touch."

"Alright. Tell Jeff I said nice hair." BEN snickers before Eboni's phone screen returns back to normal.

The girl rolls her eyes, glancing around the desk again. She notices a map of the entire mansion, from the outside perimeter to all the wings and rooms within the mansion. Eboni takes pictures of everything, including her file and the will. When done, she sends everything to Jeff, placing her phone back against her bra strap.

As she walks towards the door, she notices a safe in a far corner of the room. Curious, she moves to it- rolling her eyes at how rusty it looks. Why keep something so old anyways? What could be inside? These thoughts in mind, Eboni begins punching in random numbers hoping to crack the code- but none work.

Out of spite, she puts in her birthday, eyes widening as the safe clicks open. She opens the door to the small safe, gasping at what's inside. Eboni pulls out a pink hand gun, bullets, and a note.

-to my princess from your dad.

Happy eighteenth birthday!

P.s. don't tell your mother ;)

Eboni laughs sadly, feeling more tears coming. The gun is beautiful, pastel pink with little charms over it. Eboni reads the engraving, allowing the few tears to fall as she stands back up - closing the safe door.

"My one and only princess..." she whispers aloud before placing the gun between her breast - making sure the gun is on lock before doing so.

Eboni carefully opens the door, peeking her head out. Sighing in relief, she steps out- closing the door behind. She quickly dashes down the hall, checking every corner before entering a new hall. When in the hall leading towards her room, she notices Abbie waiting for her with bunny in hand.

The girl's eyes brighten at the sight of Eboni and meet her halfway. "Eboni Eboni!"

"Yes?"

"It's almost Christmas!"

Eboni rolls her eyes. "I know...what about it?"

"Well...um...wanna stay up and wait to spot Santa?" The eight year old asks shyly.

Eboni lowers herself down, tilting her head. "Abbie....there's something you should know."

"What is it? Are you gonna say yes?"

"No. The opposite. Santa isn't real."

Abbie's eyes widen as tears fill them. "That...that's not true! Momma said-"

"Your mother is a god damn liar."

"Those aren't nice words!"

"I'm not a very nice person."

"I'm gonna tell momma what you said!"

"Go ahead. That won't suddenly make santa real. How about you stay up and watch Uncle Kenneth eat those Christmas cookies you worked so hard on. If santa eats the cookies before him, then I'm the liar. If not- then your mother is."

Abbie nods her head, but her tears continue falling. "Fine! I'm gonna prove you wrong!" She shouts before running away.

Eboni rolls her eyes before walking into her room. She quickly scans around, checking every hiding place Kenneth could possibly be in. The girl is too paranoid to leave anything up to chance. When done, she goes to lock her door and place a chair under the doorknob for extra measure.

Eboni turns off her light and reaches in her bag to pull out her bunny. She turns it around, unzipping the back and placing the gun, bullets, and note inside. She puts on her bonnet and lays down, holding her bunny close and phone by her side.

While drifting off to sleep, her phone dings. Frowning, she picks it up, smiling at the text from Jeff. Her smile turns crazed at what his message read. He always knows exactly what she's thinking.

DD🖤🗡: When?

E: Tomorrow morning. I'll let you know when. Study the map and layouts. BEN will be helping with the cameras & power.

DD🖤🗡: This isn't my first run, princess. I know what to do. Now go to sleep.

E: Yes, Daddy😘

Eboni grins, placing her phone down and rolling onto her back to stare at the ceiling.

It's about time Eboni Brown finally says,

Fuck it.

[jadedandconfusedao3]

Theodore the Magnificent

The Manor was quiet was Theo, Hermione and Draco stepped through the floo. Theo froze as Draco immediately cut off his path and grasped his face in his hands.

“Are you okay?” he whispered as he pressed his thumbs along the plains of his lover’s face. “I will kill them all. Just say the word.”

Theo sucked in a breath and for the first time that night a single tear escaped his eyes. He was hesitant to reveal the depths of his current state of turmoil. His partners were both vicious in his defence. It was thankful that his father was killed in the war. If they had got to him prior to his death, he would probably still be alive, rotting in the dungeon beneath the manor as they took turns satiating their rage until the end of time.

But the pain that hid just underneath his skin was threatening to overwhelm him. He tried to choke out a reply in the negative, when the memory of how the wand felt in his hand overtook his conscious. His past actions took over his mind as he screamed. The way he could always feel the delicate woodgrain underneath his fingers as the hatred took him over and the Cruciatus coursed through his body.

His chest was in agony and his brain felt like it was being caved in with a hammer. He could feel arms lifting him and the feeling of being sucked inside himself as he was apparated. There was softness and comfort as the blackness took him.

He awoke to sunlight streaming through the windows. His husband and wife were curled protectively around him on either side. They were all dressed in his favourite pyjama’s, the ones that all matched and felt softest against your skin. Draco hated how kitsch the idea of matching pyjama’s was, so Theo appreciated his determination to put his comfort first.

He was so lucky.

Never would he have imagined after the horror of his childhood and the war, that he would find two people who would help him with his decision to never touch his wand or use magic ever again. Draco understood how it felt to be forced to use your magic in a way that hurt other people. Hermione on the other hand, helped them both to understand about child soldiers, and the ways that they are manipulated by the adults around them.

The three of them had devoted years to healing their trauma.

He lay back against the pillows and cast his mind back to last night. It had been hard. His emotions had started to fray the moment he’d touched the wood. The magic hadn’t flowed like it used to but that didn’t matter. His body still remembered and it’s likely it would for the rest of time.

They had discussed getting rid of his wand. He didn’t intend to use it ever again, but he couldn’t bare to part with it. The acquisition of his wand was one of the few things he had left of his mothers, after all, the wand had been hers. His father had tried to pressure him into buying a new wand, claiming that hers was weak but the moment Theo had touched it, he knew. She had wanted him to have it. It felt right in his hands.

It was one of the reasons that it hurt so much to associate it now with those traumatic times. He had loved every part of magic. The wonder. The mystery. His decision not to use it anymore had been one of the hardest ones he���d ever had to make. In the end it had been the correct one. His health had improved markedly once he’d made that choice.

Most wizarding folk had looked on his decision with horror, but Hermione and Draco never did. They were both magically adept enough to handle anything he needed and didn’t mind doing it for him. Of course, that didn’t mean they both didn’t have their own demons from the war.

Draco struggled to think anyone would want him afterwards. His lack self-esteem and guilt often overwhelmed him. Hermione continued to try and fix everyone until she couldn’t function herself. She had to be taught to be selfish and to take a little. They all helped each other with their trauma until they were at a point where it was no longer a daily or even a weekly issue.

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Hermione’s cheek. Her eyes fluttered open as her mouth stretched into a sleep smile. She was as beautiful as the day he met her, and he would never stop thanking the universe for making her theirs.

Behind him Draco stirred, and an arm wrapped around his midsection like a vice. “Go back to sleep.”

He had never been a morning person. Theo grinned at Hermione. “Wanna make out? That always wakes him up.”

Draco opened one silver eye and glared. “That’s just mean.”

Hermione pushed herself up onto an elbow and leaned over Theo to kiss him on the mouth. Theo fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her in closer. He needed this, the closeness and love. His body felt heavy, and his emotions were flayed raw. The feeling of her hair and the softness of her skin helped erase the ghost of the woodgrain.

Suddenly he felt lips on his neck and hands on his chest and smiled into the kiss. Draco was always so susceptible to visual stimuli.

His lips moved up to Theo’s ear as he growled. “You’d better not be using sex as a way to make me forget all the people I’m murdering.”

“I’m not,” Theo gasped as Hermione broke off the kiss and bit the shell or his ear. “I ― I just need you. I need to erase the feel of it. The wood. It’s ―”

“Shut up,” Draco commanded and claimed his lips for his own. Theo lost himself in the sensations of his lovers. Over time the dark places within his mind were erased and filled with light.

The way the curtains look as they swayed above him. The way the speckles of dust in the air were lit up in gold. The blinding brilliance of Draco’s hair contrasted over the warmth of Hermione’s skin. He committed them to memory and let them be his reality. He needed nothing else.

[cricketandbooks]

THE HEART — Dead Boy Detectives

Niko Sasaki: grieving, isolated, fearful, charming, intelligent, the bringer of love and hope

THE EYES — Crystal's Playlist THE BRAINS — Edwin's Playlist THE BRAWN — Charles' Playlist

This is my playlist for Niko Sasaki that chronicles her life, and her death. I hope you like it! Just as a disclaimer, I'm not a native Jappanese speaker, so I did my best when it comes to translations. That being said, I am sure there are mistakes, so don't be afraid to correct me. I have included where I got my lyrics so that you can take a look yourself!

Annotations for the songs on the playlist under the cut:

Tracks 1-5: Unrequited

Track 1: Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day (Music Box Version)

This song discusses Billie Joel Armstrong's grief over his father's passing when he was 10. The title references what he said to his mother after the funeral. It discusses the death of innocence, and it appeared that Niko was incredible innocent before the death of her father. The song has a melancholy feeling to it, even in music box form. Music boxes are associated with children, and the death of her father and leaving home forced Niko to grow up too fast. While I chose the music box version in part because I felt it matched the feeling Niko gives more than the original, it is also because even though she is feeling grief, she cannot verbalize it to anyone until she meets Crystal. She cannot verbalize it to her mother because of her fear of disappointing and lying to her, and she cannot vocalize it to her classmates due to the sprites. Thus, her feelings are trapped within her, like a music box traps the music in itself.

Track 2: Ue o Muite Arukō/Sukiyaki by Kyu Sakamoto

This is a song by Kyu Sakamoto, discussing a man who whistles and looks up as he walks to hide his tears and sadness. To me, it represents her mother sending her away in an effort to fix her daughter's sadness, but that only succeeded in isolating her grieving daughter. This song sounds upbeat, but the lyrics give away its mournful nature. Here is the translation I used.

"Ue o muite arukou (I look up when I walk) Namida ga koborenai youni (So that the tears won't fall) Omoidasu haru no hi (Remembering those spring days) Hitoribocchi no yoru (But I am all alone tonight)"

These lyrics represent that while Niko agrees to go on this journey to boarding school, she is still deeply traumatized by her father's death. The sadness and memories follow her, and make her feel more alone than ever.

"Kanashimi wa hoshi no kage ni (Sadness lies in the shadow of the stars) Kanashimi wa tsuki no kage ni (Sadness lurks in the shadow of the moon) Ue o muite arukou (I look up as I walk) Namida ga koborenai youni (So that the tears won't fall) Nakinagara aruku (Though the tears well up as I walk) Hitoribocchi no yoru (For tonight I am all alone) (Whistling)"

There are a lot of references to nature such as the different seasons, the moon and shadows. This demonstrates the all encompassing nature of her grief, as she sees it everywhere she is. It also seems like her father was connected to nature, based on his dandelion advice for courage. As Niko goes to America, she is more alone and sad than ever despite her cheerful demeanor.

Track 3: Runaway by Aurora

Niko developed a fear of death and danger after her father's passing, and this fear kept her from truly feeling at home in the world.

"I was listenin' to the ocean I saw a face in the sand But when I picked it up Then it vanished away from my hands, dah"

This lyric could represent Niko's feeling that life is fragile and precious. It could vanish in an instant and for no reason despite its inevitability, like a wave crashing into the sand.

"And I was runnin' far away Would I run off the world someday? Nobody knows, nobody knows And I was dancing in the rain I felt alive and I can't complain But no, take me home Take me home where I belong I can't take it anymore"

Leaving Osaka and running away was thought to be able to help her, but instead made her feel more fearful. Even though this change gave her the energy to gather up courage, what she truly wanted was to feel at home in the world again. The fear and the grief was agony to her, but Osaka was no longer a place she could feel safe in as she did not feel supported by her mother.

"I was painting a picture The picture was a painting of you And for a moment I thought you were here But then again, it wasn't true, dah And all this time I have been lyin' Oh, lyin' in secret to myself I've been putting sorrow on the farthest place on my shelf La-di-da"

She holds on to the memories of her father and who she used to be when he was still alive, but instead of it being to keep his memory alive it was due to loneliness. Using his memory as a sort of self harm, she sought to alleviate the pain by putting her best foot forward and leaving Osaka even though she knew it was futile.

"But I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall And I was runnin' far away Would I run off the world someday?"

This represents her fears of never being able to find a place or opportunity to grieve, as she knows running from her issues will only cause more issues. She craves company and acceptance so that she can fall into grief and begin to heal.

Track 4: Landscape With a Fairy by aspidistrafly

This song represents the moment Niko goes to get her dandelion and gets infected by the dandelion sprites.

"Dyed in daybreak's light Sound asleep, curled Blue bird's first flight Silent world"

At first Niko finds peace in nature as she searchers for a dandelion. Her guard is down and she doesn't see the warnings.

"Burnished by Autumn Trees hued in crimson Yet the days darken Now you've gone away"

Lost in her sadness, she can't truly see the world around her, keeping her mind narrow and focused on trying to find something to make her feel closer to her father and to feel better. If she wasn't so lost in her mind, she may have noticed the shrine before it was too late. Red also sometimes indicates danger when found in nature, this to me symbolizes that her grief was what put her in danger.

"Waking from a dream The sun floods her eyes To unravel such a scene Of scarlet splendor"

The sprites take Niko and imbue her with a dazzling light, however this proves to be a further tragedy. Their splendor drowns out her despondency and struggle behind their parasitic need for attention without true connection. As stated in the previous verse, scarlet or red also typically indicate danger when found in nature, further demonstrating the trouble she was in.

Track 5: Everything is Scary by German Error Message

Niko enters the unknown and was unprepared for the challenges she was about to face.

"Having held it in my open hands How did it feel then? Now having felt it Describe the way the sun hit A tree you saw when you were ten"

Having witnessed death with her own eyes, she is still stuck in her past. Her fear of losing in combination with her parasitic infection keep her from being able to express how she feels to people even though she desperately needs to. Memories fade over time, and she's afraid soon her father will become even hazier, like the memories you have as a child.

"I think of everything When I'm driving not knowing where I'm going Hearing dogs bark in your new neighborhood"

Niko becomes more and more lost in her thoughts, not being able to make the boarding school her home. Barking dogs can be scary when you're in an unfamiliar place, showing that she is off balance and lonely.

Tracks 6-11: Philia

Track 6: Anthems of a Seventeen Year Old Girl by Broken Social Scene

Despite Niko's quirkiness and surreal presence, she has this ability to keep the group grounded in reality and what really matters. The reality is that they are kids who are struggling to figure life/existence and love out. That they will make mistakes, even the same ones over and over again, but still the must forgive each other for it. This song also has a nostalgic aspect to it. Niko is emotionally intelligent, and knows that even though everyone is insisting that the situation and community are temporary, they will look back and miss this time in their life. The repetition of this song could represent the monotony of existence, but the song has a way of making it feel magical. Niko romanticizes life and tries to find the beauty in everything, even the act of dropping phones and parking cars.

Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that Now you're all gone, got your makeup on, and you're not coming back

However, this song is tinged with the fear of things coming to an end, symbolizing her fear of death and being alone again. She has a group of people that accept her despite her potentially off putting personality, and she's afraid that she will be left behind as people change. She knows she's not someone who conforms to society, and she doesn't want to abandoned because of that. This is a common fear for teenagers, but is is important to her in particular because she feels she doesn't have other people to turn to.

Track 7: Kokoro no Tomo/心の友 by Mayumi Itsuwa

As Niko allows herself to become close to the group, she begins to develop her own sense of courage and a community who loves her. Translations from here and here.

"Anata kara kurushimi wo Ubaeta sono toki (At the time you took away my suffering,) Watashi ni mo ikite yuku Yuuki ga waite kuru (That living courage starts to rise even in me.) Anata to deau made wa, Kodoku na sasurai-bito (Until I met you, I was a lonely wandering person) Sono te no nukumori wo kanji sasete (Let me feel the warmth of your hand.)"

In this song, she thanks the agency for alleviating her of her loneliness and fear. She felt no one understood or accepted her, but she was able to find solace and purpose with her friends. In particular she found solace in Edwin, who immediately liked her not just in in spite of her quirkiness but because of it. They go on to develop a close friendship, encouraging each other to overcome their respective fears of the past and of their future.

"Ai wa itsumo RARABAI (Love is always a lullaby,) (Tabi ni tsukareta toki) Whenever you feel tired from your journey, Tada kokoro no tomo to watashi wo yonde (Just call me, your friend of the heart)"

Niko was the friend that everybody talked to about their deepest fears, and was willing to listen to them even when they were tired. Her gentle and compassionate nature demonstrates her attitude that love is soft. She also felt understood by the other members, empowered to become part of the world again.

"Shinjiau koto sae dokoka ni wasurete (Why do people pursue happiness whose days have passed,) Hito wa naze Sugita hi no shiawase oikakeru (Forgetting especially the belief in one another somewhere? Shizuka ni mabuta tojite kokoro no doa wo hiraki (Close your eyes quietly and open the door to your heart.) Watashi wo tsukandara namida fuite (When you take a hold of me, wipe away your tears.)"

Realizing that she must make peace with death and the past, Niko holds on to hope that happiness and peace can be found elsewhere. Her friends provide her with that comfort as she starts to heal from her grief.

Track 8: Warrior by Aurora

As opposed to the last song by Aurora on this playlist, through her friendships, Niko was able to finally begin to return to the world and feel at home again.

"I can't recall last time I opened my eyes to see the world as beautiful And I built a cage to hide in I'm hiding, I'm trying to battle the night"

Niko's father seemed to be the person that showed Niko the beauty of the world, and when he died that beauty was lost. However, now that she is no longer alone, she isn't too afraid to once again open her eyes to the joy she once saw.

"Let love conquer your mind Warrior, warrior Just reach out for the light Warrior, warrior I am a warrior-ior-ior-ior Warrior, warrior I am a warrior-ior-ior-ior Warrior, warrior of love"

Niko was the friend group's champion of love, believing in it wholeheartedly even when the others had doubts. She was the one brave enough to talk about the truth and put herself out there, particularly for Edwin and Jenny. Despite her fearful nature, through love she is able to become a warrior.

"I stand behind the wall Of people and thoughts, mind controlling And I hold a sword to guide me I'm fighting my way"

Despite being constantly underestimated, Niko is a very intelligent and observant person. Being able to accurately observe others, she is able to do what the other characters are not in order to help them achieve happiness.

"Underneath darkened skies There's a light kept alive"

Despite all her work, I interpret a small part of her matchmaking and encouragement to a part of her that is doing this because she feels like if love does not work out, then life is not worth living. She also feels insecure at not having had a romantic relationship herself. However, she is still able to pull through and be the light in all of their lives despite any potential failings.

Track 9: Best Friend by Kana Nishino

As Crystal and the boys prepare to leave, Niko makes it clear to them that they are precious to her. In a group that doesn't always communicate the extent of their feelings to each other, it was so important that this is communicated.

"Arigatou (Thank you) (Kimi ga ite kurete hontou yokatta yo (I’m glad that you’re here) Donna toki datte itsumo waratte irareru (No matter the time, I can always smile) Tatoeba, hanareteite mo nannen tatte mo (No matter how many years pass) Zutto kawaranai deshou watashitachi Best Friend (While we’re away from each other nothing will have changed, we're Best Friends) Suki dayo… (I love you…) Daisuki da yo… (I really love you…)"

It is Niko that insists that the group is better and stronger together, even as they prepare to part. She is unashamed to insist on continued connection, becoming the glue that holds them all together.

"Konna osoi jikan ni gomen ne (I’m sorry for waiting so long to say this) Hitori ja seppatsumatte kita no (I was driven into a corner alone) Kimi no koe sukoshi kiketara (When I hear your faint voice) Ganbareru (I felt like I could make it) Nande mo uchi akerareru (I can tell you anything) Mama ni mo ienai koto mo zenbu (Even things I can’t tell my mom) Dare yori mo wakatte kureru (You understand better than anyone)"

Niko has found a community that makes her feel brave, both when it comes to putting herself in dangerous situations to protect her friends, but also to be honest to her mother. She is beginning to come out of her self imposed isolation.

"Sonna kimi ni watashi wa nanika shite agerareteru kana? (I wonder if there’s anything I can do for someone like you?) Nanika attara suguni tondeku kara, (When I figure it out I’ll race over to you,) Zettai (Absolutely)"

Sometimes Niko's plan to help fails dramatically, and she feels insecure about this. However that doesn't stop her resolve to help her friends no matter what. Her resilience in the face of her mistakes is part of what makes her so strong, and a force of hope for the group.

Track 10: Fuyunohanashi/冬のはなし on Given performed by Shōgo Yano and Centimillimental

This song, while about someone's partner who committed suicide, to me it also accurately describes Niko's search for closure after the death of her father. After becoming friends with the detectives and Crystal, she is able to be closer to accepting her father's death and overcoming her fear of it. Translations from here and here.

"Mada toke kirezu ni nokotta (Just like the shade of snow) Hikage no yuki mitai na (That hasn't completely melted) Omoi wo daite ikiteru (I carry on with these feelings inside me) Nee, boku wa kono koi wo (Hey, with what words) Donna kotoba de tojitara ii no (Should I close the door of this love?)"

Niko struggled and suffered greatly on her search for closure, almost giving up on love entirely. She even threw away all of her Boy's Love paraphernalia when her efforts to overcome this lack of closure was thwarted. While she was trying to prove to herself that love was worth the sadness via external sources, she had yet to fully turn inward and reflect.

"Mada tokenai mahou no youna (Just like a spell that's still unbroken) Soretomo noroi no youna (Or maybe it's some kind of curse) Omoi nimotsu wo kakaeteru (I'm still holding on to my thoughts) Nee, boku wa kono machi de (Hey, what kind of tomorrow) Donna ashita wo sagaseba ii no (Should I look for in this town?)"

Despite all of her triumphs, such as overcoming the sprites, there's still lingering sadness in her. She still hasn't written her mother, holding on to her thoughts of sadness and potential resentment. Now that she has friends, she is able begin to process what she wants out of remaining in Port Townsend.

"Anata no subete ga katachi wo nakushite mo (Even if your everything loses its shape one day) Eien ni boku no naka de ikiteku yo (You'll always be here with me) Sayonara dekizu ni aruki dasu boku to (As I try to move on again, even though I couldn't say goodbye to you I’ll carry on because I know) Zutto issho ni (You’ll always be with me)"

Finally able to let go of her fears of forgetting her father and of death itself. She is beginning to keep the memory of those she lost close without pain. Niko's father will always be a part of her, and even though she can't see him again doesn't mean that will be forever. I also chose this song from Given—a popular BL anime—to symbolize that Niko is believing in love and hope again. She is staying true to herself despite the hardship's she's faced.

Tracks 11-13: Agape

Track 11: History Maker by DEAN FUJIOKA

As Crystal and Niko prepare to save the boys, Niko is given the opportunity to demonstrate all her growth as she prepared for a dangerous battle. Niko also canonically loves Yuri!!! on Ice, so she gets two songs from that on this playlist.

"Can you hear my heartbeat? Tired of feeling never enough I close my eyes and tell myself That my dreams will come true"

Niko hadn't felt truly alive in a long time until she joined the agency, now that she is a part of the group, she can feel alive again. She encourages Crystal in their preparations, believing that love can prevail and everyone will be saved.

"There'll be no more darkness When you believe in yourself, you are unstoppable Where your destiny lies, dancing on the blades You set my heart on fire"

She refused to be left behind again, this time believing in herself. Niko has the ability to set hearts on fire, warming them and bringing them back to life. She did this with Edwin, but also with Tragic Mick, who was able to provide them with tools to help them defeat Esther.

"Don't stop us now, the moment of truth We were born to make history We'll make it happen, we'll turn it around Yes, we were born to make history"

Fully back to believing in her friends and love, she demonstrates the most courage she has yet so far.

Track 12: If by Kana Nishino

During the battle with Esther, Niko's feelings about life, death, and love come into focus, as well as her relationship with fate itself.

"Moshimo ano hi no ame ga (If the rain that day) yandeita nara (Had stopped) Kitto surechigatteita dake kamo (I'm sure we probably would have passed right by each other) Itsumotoori no jikan ni (If the bus had come) BASU ga kiteta nara (At its usual time) Kimi to wa deau koto ga nakattanda ne (We may not have ever met)"

As the group fights to save Charles and Edwin, Niko is able to reflect on the sheer miracle it is that everyone is able to be together and to have become friends. If just one different decision was made, they would not have found each other.

"Kimi to onaji mirai wo (I want to forever see) Zutto isshoni miteitai (The same future that you do) Onaji hoshi wo onaji basho de (Let's forever look at) Mitsumete iyou yo (The same stars  at the same place) Kimi no egaku mirai ni (In the future you envision) Watashi wa iru no kana (I wonder if I exist) Onaji sora wo onaji omoi de (I want to look at) Miageteitai yo (The same sky  feeling the same emotions)"

Even as things are set to change again, Niko decides to fight against the fate where they are all separated. She is going to fight to stay together with her new family, feeling the same emotions and experiences together.

"Guuzen wa saisho kara (It is as if all the coincidences) Mou kimatteta mitai ni (Have been decided from the start) Kasanatta futari wa unmei tte shinjiteiru yo (Our fates are to cross by each other, so I believe)"

This song discusses the concept of fate, particularly of people meeting each other. It seems to be fate that Niko ended up in that room fighting Esther and fate that she will face her ultimate fear of death. Throughout the series Niko has been associated with death, both from the magic eight ball that predicts it, to her hair turning white after the sprites (white being a color of death and mourning in Japanese culture).

"Tatoeba namida no hi mo (No matter if it's a day full of tears) Hare no hi mo futari de (Or if it's a bright sunny day) Onaji michi wo itsumademo (I hope we can always hold hands) Te wo tsunaide arukemasu you ni (And walk down the same roads)"

As she sees Crystal in danger, Niko hopes the very red string of fate that binds them together will stay strong despite the finality of her decision. Her hope is no matter what, she will be reunited with the ones she has grown to love and cherish.

Track 13: 愛について — Agape from Yuri!!! on Ice

Niko and love are fundamentally tied to each other. Throughout the series, Niko has been associated with the concept of philia, that is the love one has for one's friends and family. She has been shown the heartbreak that can come from that kind of love, either through death or by making mistakes that hurt other people. However, she was able to overcome these hardships to become the truest friend she could be. It has all been leading to the moment where she sacrifices herself to her greatest fear, finally demonstrating agape. Agape is considered the highest form of life: selfless and unconditional. It is a love that is both a feeling and a way of life. The lyrics discuss how life is temporary:

"Sic mea vita est temporaria (So my life is temporary) Cupit ardenter caritatem aeternam (He longs ardently for eternal love) Credam, dabo, sperabo (I will believe, I will give, I will hope) Honorabo, laborabo, gratias agam! (I will honor, I will work, I will thank you!)"

Due to the temporary nature of life, Niko has been searching for a love that lasts forever. She tried to find it in eros and philia, but now in this moment she understands what she has been missing.

"Magna, magna caritas (Great, great charity) Magna, magna caritas (Great, great charity) Ah! Audio vocem tuam! (Ah! I hear your voice!) Adest mi libertas! (Here is my freedom!)"

By performing an act of great charity, the ultimate sacrifice, Niko is granted freedom from her fear of death.

Niko's story is not over. Like the memories of her father, her presence will continue to affect the characters for the rest of the series. Her journey throughout the season in regards to love has shown her resilience, intelligence, maturity, and growth. And while in this moment she has achieved the ultimate form of love that she craved, she has so much to learn.

[mpsansy]

Just to establish the timeline of when the ghosts were able to turn corporal (Manifestation, able to interact with the living world/remember, etc.), feel free to correct me, but it seems like the trio was first judging by the TikTok of Stretch putting JT in his place. Most likely due to the shear animosity the three most certainly share, if not Stretch having the most himself over Casper. Casper is next by the fact that he’s not oblivious to his father’s… less than stellar record of being an actual father. But because he seems aware of JT’s attempts to resurrect him and his mother… And it be fitting. JT’s greatest failure, wandering the halls of his mansion, an apparition of a life JT could have had… If his selfish ambition wasn’t thicker than blood. But seeing his dad trying helps Casper to still have a generous view of his father… At least until he meets Wendy, and being a witch, hooboy, she can practically taste how THICK the curse is over the McFadden family. Next is Casper’s mother, I feel like I missed the reason why, but I’m going to chalk it up to that because she died so suddenly from the curse her spirit hadn’t really collected itself until much later.

Is any of this slightly correct?

Mm, a little bit of it. But to be fair, I need to be more clear on my posts over there on TikTok. I’m finally starting to get the picture of what I want out of these characters, so I’ll be soon compiling all the things I need to tell about these characters. And having to write it more accurately here will be a big help to translate it into my videos over there!

Anyway, getting back into this. None of these ghosts were ever able to interact with J.T. The trio specifically weren’t even in the manor except for Casper, who saw a man desperately seeking a way to get his family back. Casper had a hunch that this man was perhaps referring to him and another person, but… he didn’t know him. Like at all. It was mixed feeling for the child, but he really did want to help the man.

However the interactions were so small, so faint. It irritated the child. But perhaps irritating J.T more cause now he knew something- someone was there with him. Casper had lashed out and broke some things due to the invisible barrier. Both equally tried to talk, but something was there to say “NO”.

Though this was for the better for Casper. Because this man, the man that was indeed his biological father. In all the years of attempting to bring his wife and child back, he was still thinking of himself. Always had, always will. A reality I don’t think he saw until Wendy came into his life.

Now with what you’re saying there, kinda feels like you pulled it out of my brain. Wendy is not only great friend to Casper, but a spectacular magical genius. Knowing all things about curses and secret spells. And she does see it. All the things that happened to her friend and his family.

It might have actually upset her cause, as you said, she can taste how thick the curse is. I happen to take that literally. With Wendy describing the taste as blood and sticky like tar. Almost suffocating if you wanted her honest opinion. And she feels for this family. She really does cause it seems like all the horrible deaths that happened to the McFadden family, it all occurred because of J.T’s crazed obsession with power. And all of them paying the price for it.

And I kind of said something about Casper’s mother that I’ll be happy to repeat. She was lost in all this time. And with your thought about the curse having a play in that would be appropriate to sum it up to.

She'd be the very first affected by the curse and it pushed her so far away that she split apart. Barely managing to collect herself and trying her best to call out to her family.

Took long enough, but the trio finally heard her calls.

[vampykween]

HI MICCC :3 hope you are well!! i’ve been brainrotting about ur singledad!simon and here’s a list of scenarios nd thoughts that’s been plaguing my mind

what if poppy got into a fight at school? the fight was short because you pulled them apart almost instantly - but she still got her hair pulled and a scratch on her cheek, and poppy knows from simon that fighting isn’t the best option, but when simon answers your call and hears poppy’s crying in the background, how would he react!!

the way kids like to overshare and have no filter, i can see poppy casually telling you stuff like “yeah my daddy has no friends” or “daddy doesn’t talk much”.. and then when simon comes to pick her up, maybe you two have a small convo and you accidentally slip up and mention what poppy’s told you about him.. then he looks and poppy and you like 🤨what else did you hear..

Oklfldldg how does simon do father daughter nights! is he the type to play competitively in games with her or does he always let her win? does he like taking her out to eat or does he prefer cooking at home :3

AAAA okay last one i promise:3 how do the other kids react to poppy’s behemoth of a dad? are they scared? do they think he’s a mafia boss of some sort? or do they find him incredibly awesome and think he’s a giant from those action movies

(ofc u don’t have to do all of them if u don’t want to OR if u don’t want to spoil anything for the series, just some thoughts! take ur time<3)

hi bby! i am very well right now actually and this made things even better, i could kiss your brain truly mwah <3

i will be saving these ideas because this gave me much needed inspiration and motivation for this series. also sorry if i didnt go as in depth with these, but the longer they sat in my drafts i realized i was never going to remember to finish oops! also i hope you dont mind i will be stealing the oversharing poppy idea if fits perfectly with what i have going for part 3 hehe

✴︎ I feel like simon would be fuming, at whom he’s not even sure. I imagine that some kid said something rude and snarky to her and she couldn’t take it anymore and popped on them, and you’re shocked because poppy is normally such a sweet little girl. Simon would definitely hug poppy close because seeing his baby hurt cuts like a knife, takes her out for ice cream and then chides her because omg! has she lost her mind fighting at school, but also he’s a tiny bit proud she’s a fighter like him. 

✴︎No because Poppy would most definitely do this, in her head she’s just rattling off mundane things about her father, but you’re sporting a frown because there’s a tiny part of you that hates the idea of Simon being alone with just poppy. Not that it’s any of your business though (you would definitely have to remind yourself of that).

Simon is groaning at his daughter’s perceptive nature and how willing she is to share every thought she has. When you waved him over to where you were during school pick up, Simon was praying something bad hadn't happened.  “Mr. Riley, err Simon, sorry.” you correct yourself quickly at the raised eyebrow look he gives you. “Is everything okay… like at home?” you’re mentally face palming at the way you blurted out the very intrusive question. You sense his shock by the question by the almost imperceptible widening of his eyes. “Why-” he looks down at Poppy who’s swinging her tiny hand in his, not paying any attention to the conversation you two are having, “What did she say to you?” You wring your hands nervously, the older man’s deadpan stare makes  you feel like you’re in trouble for some reason. “Poppy mentioned to me that you don't have any friends or talk much to anybody. I don't mean to pry, really I swear. Kids will tell you anything, i'm sure you know. After what happened with the family tree thing and-” You're cut off by Simon’s large hand settling on your shoulder, clearly an attempt to calm you down and halt your rambling, but it has the opposite effect and all you can think about is how enormous his hands are and the weight of it grasping you.  “No need to apologize, Poppy talks my ear off about you. I’d be surprised if she didn’t talk to you about things. And you don't need to worry about me, luv. Im fine being alone, i've got my little petal and that’s enough f’me.” There’s an aura of wistfulness in his words, that makes you want to push him for a more truthful answer, but you chide yourself at your thoughts. You barely know this man. Whatever longing you think is in his voice may as well be a projection of your own sadness; a failed long term relationship will do that to a person. 

✴︎Definitely loves to play games but does not let Poppy win because he wants her to learn how to lose and be okay with it. (You would applaud this btw, this is every teachers’ dream. Trust me on that). Their father-daughter nights also will be movie nights with as many sweets as poppy desires because Simon won't bend to anything but her little puppy dog eyes. I feel like even though he’s not the best cook ever Simon would go out of his way to cook Poppy’s favorites for her. Especially like on a saturday morning and wakes her up with breakfast in bed because why not spoil his little girl if he can. 

✴︎I think it's a mix of both really. I imagine Poppy goes to some nice fancy school because why not lol. And some of Poppy's classmates have snooty rich parents who turn their noses up at Simon so their kids are kinda wary of him too. I think Poppy would hype up her dad so much at recess time. Telling stories of how he used to be a ‘super cool soldier’ and all the other kids would be staring in awe like omg your dad is so cool, my dad just does people’s taxes lol.

[citruscrem3]

-☾𖤓Team Tsuchikage 𖤓☾-

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Team Onoki consist of Deidara, Nagisa, and Jun. their leader is Masami. All are a team for their unique Kekkei genkai

-Nagisa-

* Failed the academy twice. Oldest of the three.

* Originally from land of iron but moved to Iwa to train to become a shinobi.

* Terrible at hand signs and reading comprehension

* Strong just doesn’t know how to use her powers yet. (Genin though chunin)

* Kekkei gekkai from her family line of steel release

* She comes from a big family of miners and blacksmiths. Her family are very tall. (She grows to be 6’0) she’s the first shinobi in her family after two generations. She has three sisters (2nd youngest)

* Earth and lighting nature

* Tomboyish? Doesn’t really have a label. She plays rough. She hangs with girls and boys. She for sure doesn’t like bugs or dolls. Very afraid of both.

* Optimistic one of the group along with Masami.

* Hates long hair. Unless she’s playing with someone else’s (Deidara) she thinks it’s a danger in battle (she is correct)

* Is hardly serious even in battle.

* Tries to make her teammates laugh but fails miserably. Occasionally, she’ll get a quiet laugh from Ju.

* Hates using jutsu because she can never remember the hand signs so she relies purely off of hand to hand combat and weapons

* She fights with iron weapons. She can’t make them in the middle of battle (this will change later) so she creates them off battle and stores them in scrolls.

* These weapons cause her a lot of trouble as they can sometimes break in the middle of battle.

* Has five markings on her body. Dark rectangles that look like tattoos on both arms, diaphragm, and upper thighs. When focusing on her chakra she can heat them up (will glow and emit heat) which helps her produce steel/ iron at a quicker rate.

* Her body tattoos also help regulate her temperature so she doesn’t overheat when performing her jutsu. Doing too much can cause her to get sick. (Dizzy, throw up, faint, fevers)

* Has a large appetite to keep up with her chakra. Her diet consists of foods with high iron.

* Follows Deidara and Kurotsuchi around when not on missions.

* Is always inviting the two over for meals.

* Out of all her teammates, she and Deidara have the hardest to get along with. Always bickering about something.

* Kurotsuchi is her favorite out of the siblings.

* very sensitive and will cry if she feels useless or is called dumb

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-Ju-

* Scaredy Cat of the group. His father was a shinobi and died on the battlefield. Ju’s mother is a very anxious woman and against her son wanting to be a shinobi and has made him afraid of everything.

* Terrible shrimp posture.

* Tries to shrink himself in order to not be seen.

* So pretty much…he’s a mole. Lol

* His jutsu is that he can sense everything through touch(vibrations) and certain sound waves. So he’s very sensitive.

* Relies on vibrations. He’s light sensitive so he covers his eyes.

* His jutsu allows him to make giant sound waves. If powerful enough, can literally turn someone’s brains liquid.

* Able to create terraforms, earth quakes, land slides all through vibration and sound waves.

* One of his jutsus is that he can create a “vacuum” where you can’t hear anything and it messes with your senses. Being in there can cause you to go mad. (Loss of memory, nosebleeds, eternal bleeding, fainting)

* Book smart and is the most logical one of the team. Nagisa and Deidara go head in for a fight but Ju sits back and observes.

* Terrible at hand to hand combat. It’s a sensory overload for him and it stresses him out.

* Runs away if battle becomes too much for him. Leaves the fighting to the two.

* Afraid of Deidara and Nagisa.

* Needs a lot of sleep or he’ll get even more anxious.

* Whispers because he’s not aware of how loud he is. which makes him even more creepy

* Prefers dark spaces.

* Can undergo high temperatures

* Enjoys mild foods. Anything else becomes overbearing.

* His sound waves and help connect with animals and even plants. The rest of his team thinks he’s weird asf. It can’t really be explained. He just is able to pick up signals from living things

* Sluggish and always sleepy. Using too much of his chakra will make him fall asleep mid battle.

* Wears a giant hood that specifically made for him to block out sounds and light. Bandages over mouth as a reminder to whisper so he doesn’t accidentally blow out someone’s ear drums.

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Deidara (ok warning!!! I mess with a lot of his canon abilities. He doesn’t have a lot of information so this is me making up stuff and me being self indulgent. Sorry in advance! Then again- I’m literally Kishimoto)

* Most advanced in his group because he grew up in the explosion corps

* Was moved to team Onoki because Onoki thought he was too big headed and needed to learn how to work with teammates.

* Lighting and earth technique.

* Youngest of the team.

* Torments his teammates with fireworks and bugs.

* His kekkai genkai works best through mediums. Clay being the best. Dirt/soil being the second. Anything else is iffy.

* Very similar jutsu like Gari, the only issue is that the kekkei genkai be inherited from his mother seems to personally reject him by burning him. His hands can heat up and cause a few sparks but aren’t as big until he adds his chakra into things. Focusing his chakra into his hands can be helpful in hand to hand combat. Can easily cause third degree burns but takes out a lot of energy and needs immense amount of chakra control.

* He can press his hands against something and have his chakra explode it, but it isn’t very quick and takes a lot of his energy since he’s focusing it in such a large amount.

* Bandages so doesn’t burn himself or other things.

* Okay at hand to hand combat. Doesn’t enjoy it and certainly isn’t his strongest point but if he does have to do it, he fights dirty. Groin, eyes, hair. He tries to get it over with fast.

* Cocky because the explosion corps spoiled him and treated him like a prince.

* Really dislikes Onoki. Onoki is very hard him. Onoki sees him as a grandson vs Deidara who can’t stand him. He hates the old teachings. He hates the jutsus he forced to learn. He hates the training he’s forced to do. He hates that because he’s an orphan who happened to be born with an interesting Kekkei genkai he’s forced to become a shinobi….which will eventually lead to him blowing up his own country and targeting Onoki.

* Onoki sees the potential. He says it’s tough love but it’s more tough than love. He’s the beginning of Deidara’s mental deterioration. He puts this idea in his head that he’s better than everyone else but also weak. He starts the obsession of wanting to be “perfect” Deidara always feels that he needs to be stronger. He pushes himself because Onoki taught him to push himself. He breaks down if he “loses” because Onoki taught him losing is never an option. He always has a smile or frown because anything other than that means you’re weak.

* Kurotsuchi is his half sister. They grew up together underneath Onoki. While Kurotsuchi is actually blood related to Onoki, Deidara is just an orphan who Onoki takes in.

* Being in a team is very hard for him at first. Everyone else is at lower levels than him. He doesn’t understand how his teammates even became shinobi. He finds them weak and annoying but he slowly grows with them. It’s his second family after the explosion corps. Except team Onoki don’t see him as a child soldier but an actual friend.

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—Misami—

* 22 y.o

* Jonin

* Also trained under Onoki

* This is her first team. She doesn’t know how to push authority at first which makes the kids walk over her.

* Earth and fire nature

* Her jutsu is pretty much like Mei’s lava release.

* She loves spoiling them even though she’s broke herself. She’ll beg Onoki to raise their allowance.

* She calls them her little ducklings.

* Has a sister. Harue who is 15 and in another team. Whenever they run across each other she makes sure to give her a hug.

* Tries to keep her team in an upbeat mood by singing camp songs. Going on a mission? They’re most likely to have a song

* Tries to make training fun through games except her children are pretty violent and want to learn how to actually fight.

* Sometimes she’s afraid of how strong the kids are.

* She remembers everyone’s birthday and makes sure to give them a gift even if it’s falling apart. (Nagisa-her mesh glove, Deidara-old hair ribbon, Ju-sun glasses)

* Cried during the chunin exams whenever her kids get hurt. So it’s just this grown woman bawling in the stands

* She cried when she was separated from her team only to come back seeing them beat up and covered in blood. She cried over their loss of innocence and the beginning age of a shinobi. Her team were able to take care of themselves but it hurt knowing that she wasn’t there to protect them.

* Feels it’s her fault when Deidara betrays the country.

——-Team Onoki things——

* Hug it out sessions. If the team is angry at one another or any other serious emotion, Masami conducts hug it out sessions. Everyone must hug for five seconds. It kinda just becomes a thing even when Masami doesn’t say anything. Nagisa is the biggest hugger. She’s hugs whenever she wants.

* Masami is the big sister of the group. No one really sees her as mother or even joinin. She’s the big sister who helps them with their hair, organization, team issues, etc.

* On missions they cook. It’s great for team building. Each kid has to do something such as finding the meal, cooking, cleaning etc. the night either ends in laughter or haughty silence.

* Everyone is protective of one another even if they don’t admit.

* The kids eventually start growing out of their clothes so Masami takes them out for a shopping trip.

* Deidara tries to give them art lessons. Ju is the only one who was able to keep up.

* Crushes start going around making the entire team awkward for a bit. Masami is clueless and wondering why they don’t want to sleep next to each other or do group hugs. Ju has a crush on Nagisa in a “she’s so cute” way while he has a crush on Deidara in a “he’s so cool” type of way. Becomes awkward when he’s a blushing and stuttering mess with his teammates. Nagisa has a crush on Deidara because well….who knows. She just does. Deidara has a crush on a girl from a whole other team. …Masami’s sister. She does not care about him. Nagisa thinks she’s cute too. Ju is indifferent. Lol teen drama.

* Team Onoki spend their allowance on food. If they did really good on a mission, Masami will take them out for dinner. She’ll pay for it out of her pocket even though she’s broke.

* They sleep in sleeping bags of their favorite color and they sleep directly next to one another.

* Misami realizes they’ve never experienced many things such as onsens, festivals, etc. she makes sure they live a life filled with childhood bliss when they aren’t fighting for their country.

* All very blunt when talking. No hiding behind words. They will say it straight to their face. It’s more of a Iwa thing.

* Ju has very matted hair. One day, they decide to all tackle him and wash and brush it out.

* All three are sassy with sharp tongues even Ju. He’s quiet but he’ll mutter something every know and then. Eventually they’re around each other for so long that that start copying each others moves like flicking hair, hand on hip, rolling eye etc. it’s especially funny during battle. Image being a while shinobi and having to battle these sassy little kids. 😭

* Masami taught them to go below the belt if stuck in a tricky situation. Chunin exams if they were “losing”, they’d curse out and insult their opponents.

* Harue will break Deidara’s heart in the chunin exams to which he will quickly get over. Other than that, he’s pretty socially stunted when it comes to girls. It takes him forever to realize Nagisa likes him and is rather confused on why she likes him.

* Nagisa spends the most time with Kurotsuchi. Onoki and her father find Nagisa a nuance since she’s always distracting kurotsuchi.

-at thirteen, the explosive corps will go on a mission and not return leaving Deidara without a family. Deidara will begin to detest Onoki and the village for pushing their deaths aside and pretty much pretending like they didn’t exist. Sadly he realizes how cruel the shinobi world is. This will be the downfall of everything

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Okay that’s the run down of my skibidis. I love them sm I hope someday they have their own f

[scullysexual]

@today-in-fic

Just a thing that has been floating around in my head for a while.

PROLOGUE. 1987.

The axe is weighty in your hand, heavy like a lead pipe. Funny, you didn’t think it weighed as much as it did now back then. It takes all your strength to swing it, the very last of it, hurling it against flesh and bone. Blood spurts everywhere; all over your face, your clothes, your hair. It stains the grey lino floor, the plastic and metal lunch benches. What a mess, you think. A mess you’re now going to have to clean up. You’re annoyed but not at yourself, at him. Him who’s face stares up at you in shock, who’s head is almost decapitated. You hurl up at the display beneath you, your vomit mixing in with his blood. You feel guilty, disgusted, fear gripping at your corners, crippling you as you fall onto the floor and continue to spew your guts out. But you had to do it, you had to save your baby.

Funny, you don’t remember it being your baby’s father that you killed back then.

CHAPTER ONE. 2004.

Dana wakes up with a sudden start. Her heart pounds against her chest, stomach furling and unfurling. She is covered in a sheen of sweat, a typical and usual occurrence lately for July in Maryland. The ceiling fan whirls above her, an annoying old, loud thing, unable to keep the room cool and instead spins humid air around.

It's early, the morning sun streaming through the gap in the curtains but not early enough to warrant being awake. Still, Dana doubts she’ll be able to fall back to sleep, not with the light flooding the room, the pathetic whirl of the fan making too much noise. She watches it spin, spin, spin so fast it makes her feel dizzy all the while trying to stop her brain from thinking, thinking, thinking—

A half grunt half snore pulls her attention away. Dana turns to see Daniel lying next to her. He is naked, laying on his stomach, the thin sheet kicked off him entirely. Her eyes trace down his bare body, lingering on his ass briefly before she moves them back up. She should feel something, desire or attraction or something, instead there’s nothing until she looks at his face again and that nothingness feeling is replaced with disgust. Has he always looked this old, she wonders.

At 57 he certainly wasn’t bad looking he just wasn’t what Dana wanted anymore.

There’s a shrill of an alarm clock. Dana rolls to her side facing away from him and shuts her eyes, feigning sleep. She was good at that, pretending to sleep, could teach a masterclass on it; gently close your eyes, breathe rhythmically, stay still. It could be, of course, that she isn’t that good and Daniel doesn’t care enough to call her out on it.

She listens as he awakens, shutting off the alarm, shifting and rolling. He’s close to her, she can feel his body heat coming off in waves, stifling her. His morning breath breathing on her and she tries not to react. She imagines a hand coming out to brush away the hair that’s fallen over her face, a mouth pressing kisses to her exposed neck and shoulders. She thinks back to when her baby really was a baby and she would wake up to the glorious feeling of his cock inside her, back when all it took was her body, her actions, her words to arouse him. Now he needs pills.

She hears him roll away. The mattress creaks as he gets from the bed, clothes rustle, footsteps move muffled across the carpeted floor. Only when the sound of the bathroom door shutting does Dana relax and reopen her eyes. She doesn’t hold her breath for sex anymore- morning or evening- in many ways she’s glad he doesn’t even try, she thinks she might throw up if he did.

Neither of them have had sex for eight years.

Correction: she hasn’t had sex for eight years. She can’t speak for Daniel and his pills.

Dana lies on her back again watching the fan and thinks about her dream. It’s not a reoccurring dream, not anymore anyway but there was something about the 22nd of July that always brought that dream back. Memories resurfacing, it was the anniversary after all. 17 years ago she survived a night she never should have survived, probably wouldn’t have, if it wasn’t for the baby that she carried inside of her. She thinks of the boy dream-her killed, she wonders where that boy is now.

Man. He is a man now, just as tall, hopefully just as handsome. 36 isn’t old, 36 is perfect and if she thinks back hard enough she can remember what it felt like for him to be inside her. He was well above average, the way he stretched her, splitting her in half in the most incredible way possible. Her panties become damp at the memory, she slips her fingers beneath the material. His mouth was amazing, too. This sticks with her because it was the only time she ever received oral, Daniel pulled a face when she suggested it years ago but didn’t protest at receiving it himself. Her stomach grows sour and she almost dries up at the thought but not today, today she gets her orgasm. She pulls her thoughts away from Daniel and focuses back on the boy, on his mouth, on his fingers, those hazel eyes boring into her blue ones as he fucked her deep and hard in that stinky old shed. She had cum so hard, she remembers. No one comes during their first time but she did, he made her.

Her fingers are a poor substitute for his mouth and cock but she’s almost coming, on the cusps, she just needs something else and then she’ll be released.

“Mommy?”

Dana’s hand stills. She bites back her sigh of frustration and removes her damp hand from the confines of her panties, wiping her fingers are on the bedding as she sits up her eyes finding Luke standing in the doorway. He bites down on his thumb, his bare foot playing with his socked foot. Dana can also see the sheen of sweat that covers his exposed skin, the way his undershirt sticks to him.

“Hey baby,” she greets, letting a genuine smile fall across her face. “Did Daddy wake you up?”

The little boy nods, yawning and rubbing at his eye. Dana holds out a hand. “We’ve still got time. Wanna sleep in here with me?”

Luke goes to her, relishing in the opportunity to be near her. Even at eight, he is still very much a mama’s boy something Daniel finds every opportunity to scoff at, telling Luke that he needs to start ‘manning up’ usually earning a glare from Dana. She doesn’t mind Luke’s attention, at least someone in this family still wants and needs her.

The boy climbs in and despite the humidity snuggles against her. After a few minutes, however, he is pulling away.

“You’re all sweaty,” he says, scrunching up his nose.

“Well so are you,” she answers back and pulls her back towards her anyway.

She needs this today; Luke’s unwavering love for her. He’s the only one who doesn’t know what she’s had to do and she knows it won’t be long until she poisons him as well. How long she has, she can’t say. Boys aren’t like girls, boys don’t get to thirteen and suddenly despise their mothers, boys love their mothers until they find another woman to love. Dana still has time, more time.

Luke falls back asleep for the remaining 35 minutes they have before they do really need to get up. Dana watches him, feeling her heart about to burst with love for this child. She can still feel love, she reassures herself. It isn’t all bad in there.

35 minutes pass and Dana’s alarm goes off. She silences it, rouses Luke awake with the promise of waffles. She takes his hand, guiding him down the stairs to where Daniel is ready for work, waiting around until it is time to leave. She ignores him, giving all her attention to Luke until an elephant stomps its way down the stairs.

“I need you to sign this.” Her eldest child thrusts a crumpled piece of paper into Dana’s hands.

Emily. The baby she committed so many sins for. Now grown up into a teenage monster. She grabs one of Luke’s first batch waffles and sits down at the table waiting.

Dana’s eyes scan the piece of paper. “What is this?” she asks never having seen it before now.

“It’s for camp,” answers Emily.

Dana’s stomach twists as she reads the letter, processing the words even as Emily speaks.

“To be a camp counsellor. Everyone’s doing it; Becky, Amy, Lily- we’ve been discussing it for months. We decided to sign up but we need ‘parental permission’.” She says that last part with air quotes and a roll of her eyes, as if having to ask her parents to do anything was stupid and lame.

“No.” Dana places the form, unsigned, down on the counter. Emily’s face drops.

“What?” she asks in disbelief.

“The answer is no,” Dana repeats. “You’re not going.” Daniel is looking at her with an unreadable expression. Dana briefly locks eyes with him before turning her attention toward the second batch of waffles. Emily, still in disbelief, looks between both parental figures.

“But- but everyone’s doing it,” Emily repeats. “We were gonna share a cabin and everything.”

“The answer is no, Emily,” Dana says still not looking towards her.

Emily looks towards Daniel. “Dad, tell her!”

Daniel shakes his head. “It’s not up to me.” He gathers his bag, beginning to leave.

Dana turns away from the waffles and leans against the counter, her arms crossed. She braves a glance towards her daughter who glares back at her indignantly, angry tears filling her eyes.

“Why do you always have to make my life miserable?” she demands though it’s hard to take seriously through the tears and the sniffling. “What did I ever do you?” With that Emily leaves, elephant stomping her way up the stairs, ending with a violent slam of her bedroom door.

Dana stares into the empty space Emily left behind, numbing herself to the onslaught of emotions that assault her. The toaster pops up Luke’s waffles. They are burnt.

[jade-kyo]

RvB 20th rewatch: s13

And here we are… at the end… I delayed watching this like a whole day I swear I am going to die

The Tartarus crew with Felix is just a speed run of what he did to the fans

“Hey that’s intolerant” // “you’re intolerant!”

Rip Stassney 😔

13 really knocks it out of the park right from the beginning on every angle- comedy, drama, animation… they held nothing back

I want it noted that I think Tucker dancing and Sarge being his backup vocals is a VERY important animated goof. I love them.

God I love Carolina and Church

GRAY!!!!!!!

“It’s Christmas come early, unless you’re looking at it from the pirates point of view, in which case it’s the opposite” // “Hanukkah?”

God I love when Church gets to be dorky

Man they gave us og blue team silliness they fucking knew what they were doing

“Yeah that’s tough I’m crying on the inside” quoted line

Have we considered Grayboose-

WHEN THE VOICE OF ALIEN JESUS TALKS DOWN TO YOU YOU DO NOT RESPOND WITH WHATS UP

“Don’t psychoanalyze me” heavily quoted line

GOOD DAD TUCKER

Church not responding to Epsilon was always an interesting touch to me

CAROLINA AND CHURCH MY BELOVED

Sometimes I remember how Church is a copy/memory of a copy of Carolinas father and then I see how he sometimes gets all protective over her and I lose my fucking mind

CAROLINA HAS REDISCOVERED HER INNER SILLY MY GIRL I LOVE HER IM SO PROUD OF HER KAVSKAJALHDKAJSKH

You know Counselor I’d also kill the Director if it meant not having brain worms for a 21 year old web series that ruined my life

THE POWER OF LETTING YOUR VILLAINS BE A LITTLE SILLY

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT PAST TENSE BULLSHIT

Correct Caboose IS a true warrior

SANTA

Game Grumps cameo

JINKIES ITS SHARKFACE

You know the bad thing about the whole Doc thing is that the first time I watched this I legitimately did forget about him being gone 😭

BUT THE WAY I CHEERED WHEN OMALLEY CAME BACK I WAS SO HAPPY I LOVE HIM

Wash was so real for his taunting Locus

THE CALL BACKS THIS SEASON ARE SO GOOD

Tucker really pushed to his wits end

“Gotta go faster” Carolina is sonic the hedgehog

AKAHSKAIHAKSHAKSHKS EPSILON FAILING AJHSKKANSKJDKDJSKWNK

Petty little sister time: my brothers fr missing out on the beauty of this season it’s so fucking good and I get to enjoy it alllllll to myself in this family :3

Speaking of petty sisters: Love Church just being like how do I not get killed by my sis when she wakes up

Take yourself… fuck yourself… with yourself

Carolina and Church have a moment and I need a lobotomy

“I can’t lose another family” somebody sedate me

“Complete and total faith in one another” SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

Doyle you will always be famous to me

Rip sharkface

God… Doyle’s sacrifice, Epsilon and Carolina, the music…. Fucking… G O D the power…

And then KIMBAL SPEECH GOD

Also I cackle every time the army’s start firing their guns cause like WE JUST ESTABLISHED THEYRE LOW ON WEAPONRY AND AMMO AKSHKHSKDJJS

AND THEY LET CABOOSE DRIVE THE TANK!!!!

Counselor was so real for wanting to just nope out of there

“The moment Donald Doyle blew half your troops to hell” frothing at the mouth THAT LINE DELIVERY

Just kill me

It’s been a hot second since I’ve gotten to say this but Sarge being the one to understand that Wash is being genuine when he says he believes in them? SARGE HAS THE BEST CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN THE SERIES!!!!!!!

I love how Felix is fully animated while the reds and blues are mostly machinama in the final fight

OH PLEASE IM THE ORIGINAL BAD BOY

“What is wrong with you people” they are a bunch of deranged little weirdo assholes and I love them dearly 😊

RIP FELIX YOU LITTLE RAT BASTARD

Insane that they had a great set up for future stories with Locus and then proceeded to do nothing with it

KAI!!!!!!! AND JUNIOR!!!!!!!!!

Ever think about how they won… like they did it… they defeated the bad guys and sent the message… the only reason things end the way they did is because Hargrove couldn’t lay down and accept defeat… they fucking won and it still wasn’t enough to save them…

they truly were doomed by the narrative

SHEILA!!!!!

He’s so… BALD

GOD CHURCH SEEING TEXS HELMET

“Not this time buddy” kindly requesting to be taken out back and shot

What the fuck do I even say? They made the perfect ending. They pulled out all the stops, the callbacks, the character development, trocadero went harder than they ever had before, they wrapped up all the remaining loose ends of project freelancer… it was thematic and beautiful, it fit the themes of the show, it was tragic, it ended the only way RvB can… with Church dying for good. There’s no version of this story where he lives…. Where they’re not doomed

And thus concludes my 20th rewatch of RvB 1-13… truly the show ever. of all time. It manages to be just as powerful now, 8 years and 20 rewatches later, as it was the very first time I watched it as a little 15 year old girl who decided to watch that silly halo show my brothers were always quoting because I was bored one day.

Anyway sure glad that’s where the show ended and it definitely didn’t get dragged on for way too long with mediocre seasons and an unsatisfactory ending or anything like that… wouldn’t that be crazy