#(i do not remember why or when. i can only assume past me had terrible taste)

[alackofghosts]

sorry bossman, i could not possibly look at emails right now. yeah eric's song by vienna teng is making me see shrimp colours again. yeah it's gonna be a whole day thing.

[ozzgin]

What does Daos, the Romanian werewolf boy look like? What is his personality like? What was his childhood like and what made him want to be a warrior? Did his parents do some witchcraft or offerings to the gods to have a son so big and unnaturally strong? Why was he betrayed by his own people? May we get a story of how was like in battle before he became a werewolf? Love your OC!

Yandere!Werewolf Headcanons

I’m so glad the wolf boy is liked! I genuinely didn’t expect much when I wrote the story, but he’s definitely grown on me as I researched and expanded his lore. Here’s a little doodle of how I imagined him, plus a little background. I couldn’t think of any particular war story, but I came up with a funny reasoning for it instead.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, character info

Background. Daos came from a family of tarabostes, or cavalry nobles. While Dacian society was divided into priests, nobles and peasants, all of them were trained for battle. "A hand above the weapon, and another holding the plough" is how they were described. Much of their culture revolved around war. Thus, even as a child, Daos spent most of his time sparring. He'd always had a sturdy build: he was taller that most of his peers, could work for hours without breaks, and his wounds were quick to heal. He was sent to serve in the army before he even reached his teenage years.

Was there witchcraft involved? Not at all. Everyone seemed to agree, however, that such strength and tenacity were not a mere coincidence. Clearly this boy had been sent by Zalmoxis himself, perhaps as a reward for their relentless pursue for victory. Daos carried the flag of the wolf-headed dragon through countless battles.

Why was he the one to be sacrificed? Well, because he was the chosen one, naturally. What better messenger for the Heavens than the godsent gift itself? Daos absolutely despised his reputation as a blessing from above.

With you. In his human form, he is quiet and reserved. You suspect the blinding aggression of his werewolf self is reminiscent of days long gone. The fearless warrior who lived for bloodshed has fallen into slumber, only awakening under the guide of a full moon. You can only imagine what kind of battlegrounds required such boundless violence, as he speaks little of his barbaric past.

Maybe it’s too painful to remember, you assumed.

“Before I died, you mean?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, looking up from his book. “I didn’t think you’d be curious about it.”

“I didn’t want to intrude, and you never mention it”, you explain sheepishly.

“That’s…” he purses his lips, visibly uncomfortable. “I just assumed you’d find it boring. I’m an old man. I didn’t want to saddle you with embarrassing war stories.”

You watch as a deep blush spreads across his face.

“Oh my God”, you remark, baffled by the realization. “Is that why you never…you’re terrible at this.”

He gently pats his lap.

“Come here. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

[Main Story] | [More Monsters]

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Cream] 1/2

Jimin and Yoongi share one major problem when it comes to you and Jungkook- they're not hybrids, which means there's things in life they can never fully understand. But that's what you've got each other now for. And he can't wait to get a taste.

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past trauma, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though, just hybrid things (scenting, grooming, biting, licking, scruffing, and more), hurt & comfort, heat, manhandling, smut, Dom!brat tamer!Kook, sub!brat!reader, Fluff, SFW in this but smut in the next, some Angst, hints at (sexual) abuse, MCs past somewhat revealed, lots of comfort though

Length: ~4.3k words

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Jungkook has to laugh a little as he watches you emerge from your room to presumably check out the smell of the soup, all bundled up in a giant burrito of blankets, tail barely poking out from the bottom between your legs.

The dog hybrid had managed to give you some fever medication, a soft laugh having escaped him as he realized that almost all the medication for you is more so branded towards kittens than actual adult feline hybrids- something Jimin explained was the only way you'd take any of it.

You're so terribly spoiled- but Jungkook can't blame him for doing so.

"M'sorry.." You slur, simply leaning your body against his, face buried in his chest as you rub your forehead against his clothes. "you were probably really.. excited.." You mumble, and he chuckles, a hand on your back- or more so all the blankets wrapped around you.

"Don't apologize." he reassures you, stirring the pot with soup on the stove before he turns off the heat. "I'm more worried about you than anything else. And I told you we wouldn't have to do anything anyways, so no issues there at all." He jokes, though you just stay in your position stubbornly.

Jungkook can really just assume what's happening to you- his internet research and general knowledge from his job offering him a few pieces to the puzzle here and there. It's clear that it's some sort of trauma response- but Jimin had told him that there's nothing documented that would explain why you sometimes fall into such a state during your heat, while other times, you'd be fine. Something Jungkook had found could be that your mind simply 'locked' any memory of something happening- making your body remember, but not your mind. It happens in some hybrids who'd suffered traumatic events in their pasts- and from the looks of it all, that might just be what's going on with you.

All Jungkook really wants however, is to make sure you're alright. He doesn't need to know your past- only your future matters, and he wants to paint it in colors nowhere near as sad as you sometimes look.

"Jungkook.?" You ask suddenly, voice muffled into the fabric of his sweater, and he hums, moving his hands to hold your face in his palms so you can look at him- which you don't do, averting your eyes from him. "Will you.. stay with me?" You ask, and before he can answer, you add on; "..even though I'm me?"

For a moment, he can only hear the clock in the kitchen ticking, his entire body frozen in place as he realizes what you're really asking him.

So he was right all along.

You're scared of being left alone, and he knew this already-

but he might've just figured out what happened to you in the past to cause your body to shut down every time you hit your heat.

Abandonment. Someone had just left you during you most vulnerable time.

"I'll stay with you forever if you want me to." He says, teasingly squishing your cheeks a little, making you pout at him with a playful glare. "No matter if you're sick, or if you're annoying, or if you're angry, or sad-" He rants, tail wagging when you start to smile. "-so stop worrying, and let me be your guard dog." He jokes, making you laugh, before you cough a little.

"You're an idiot!" You laugh, before he lifts you up, blankets and all, to sit you down on one of the kitchen chairs-

boldly pecking your cheek.

"Well, I'm your idiot now."

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"I'm going over-" Jimin suddenly says, Yoongi however reaching out to grab his wrist and hold him back.

"Park Jimin, my hybrid is currently busy spoon-feeding soup to your blanket burrito over there, she's fine." He sighs, before nodding over to the window, where Jimin can actually in fact see your legs happily kicking around on the chair, while Jungkook feeds you, most likely because you refuse to untangle yourself from the blanket. "Jimin, I have been wondering something. And I want you to be honest." He says, as the younger human sits back down. "Do you love her? Romantically?" He asks, and it's quiet for a moment, before Jimin shakes his head.

"When I brought her home, she refused to do anything for days." Jimin explains. "No eating, no drinking, no talking- she was like a wild animal rather than a mostly human being." he remembers, looking at the tabletop. "No one knows what actually went down in that home, since she doesn't remember, and the other two hybrids she was living with had been completely shut down last time I saw them." He recalls, and Yoongi listens intently. "As far as I know, she's the only one who ever recovered to a point where she's considered independent again."

"And now you keep seeing her back in that state, and it scares you so much you rather avoid any negative situation so she doesn't fall back." Yoongi finishes.

"At first, I was walking on eggshells around her." Jimin runs a hand over his face. "One step forward, two steps back. It was a constant push and pull." He explains. "One day she'd make amazing progress, and then the next she'd be back at square one just because I accidentally did something that would set her off. It was.. frustrating, as bad as it sounds."

"It's not a bad thing to admit that it was tough." Yoongi reassures. "It doesn't mean you demean her just by saying that she was a challenge. I can't imagine how hard it must've been to work through all of it on your own."

"I knew that at some point, she was using things to her advantage. She was using me-" He sighs, "-and I let her. Because I knew that she didn't do it because she was a bad person."

"She was just in survival mode." The older human agrees, and Jimin nods with glossy eyes, feeling relieved that his partner seems to understand.

"And at some point, it just became.. okay. I felt content being her punching bag if it meant she was getting better. So I let her bite, and scratch, and yell. It was fine." He nods to himself. "And then.. she changed. Became so soft." the younger human almost whispers. "I don't- you might not really believe it, but she can be so sweet. Once you push past all her nasty walls and all that acting tough, she's an angel. She really is."

"I mean, I've seen glimpses of it, here and there. So I believe you." Yoongi chuckles. "And I think I understand your feelings towards her too. You're.. similar to me and Jungkook, I guess." He shrugs. "It's more of a.. caretaker situation. I feel responsible, in a way, since I practically raised him through his teenage years. Every flaw he now has somewhat falls back onto me." He laughs to himself. "I love him. Not intimately, or romantically- just.."

"Just love." Jimin says, nodding. "Nothing else. Just pure affection."

"Exactly." Yoongi nods.

And for a moment, both of them just look at each other-

enjoying the feeling of knowing that finally, someone else seems to understand.

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Due to his job, Jungkook has become pretty good at recognizing behaviors and adjusting his own accordingly. And he realizes quickly that your body and your mind are terribly disconnected in one way or another- making it a bit tough to figure out how to place his steps to make you feel comfortable.

Your mind is clearly content, happy and relaxed around him. You're purring against his chest right now, belly filled with warm soup and fever slowly coming down little by little, giving you finally a chance at proper rest. Your body, however, is still on high alert- ears constantly moving, tail never staying still, muscles tense in case you need to escape from whatever might happen.

He's basically forced to work with two sides of you at the same time- and upsetting one, could send the other into a panic at any time, due to your heat.

But he's got an ace up his sleeve- he's just as much of a hybrid as you are. And he noticed some things that work very well on you already.

You've currently started to roll around next to him on the bed- uncaring if your blankets or pillows fall down. It's clear that you're starting to become comfortable again, to the point of your heat actually making you interested again. And it also brings out your personality once more- as you playfully bite after him whenever he tries to touch you. You clearly initiate every contact first- from bumping your head into his body, to actually laying over him and holding onto his arms. But the moment he moves towards you, you bite, kick, or push at him again- and he knows that it's your instincts kicking in.

Jungkook has had sex before. He's not innocent in the slightest, and yet, he's sure that once you're ready for that with him, you'll be able to give him something he's been missing in every experience he's had before;

something wild, and untamed.

"Stop biting me you gremlin." Jungkook laughs while he watches you dig your teeth into the skin of his forearm that you hold onto- though you're not breaking skin whatsoever. It's just a play-bite, and neither is he mad about it. "You wanna get up and eat something?" He asks, and you finally let go, roll onto your back, and huff.

"No." You whine. "But I'm hungry." You complain further, and he chuckles.

"So what is it then?" He wonders, and your tail smacks loudly onto the bed.

"I wanna eat!" You complain, arms crossed. "But here!" You say, and he shakes his head.

"You're not eating in bed." He denies. "Once your heat breaks through you'll spend enough time here." He tells you, and at that, you begin to squirm a bit uncomfortably. He's noticed it some time ago already, can only really assume the contents of your most recent dream you had while sleeping next to him-

he somehow hopes he was a part of it. Maybe even the main part of it.

He can sense that you're slowly breaking out of your fever, but you're not yet there- there's still a certain sense of distrust you seem to have, and he fully understands and respects that. After all, considering this will be your first heat and first sexual experience, there has to be some sort of anxiety within you. He can only imagine how intimidating everything must be to you.

"How do you feel?" He asks, carefully reaching out to run a hand over your naked shoulder- an action you now let happen, no longer in a playful mood than before. "Hm?" He asks when you just cringe and whine, slowly sitting up.

"Dunno.." You mumble. "Don't wanna.. do stuff yet though. Sorry." You say, when he moves around on the bed, now sitting on his heels in front of you, hands on your cheeks.

"I'm not here just to take advantage of you, or have my fun with your body." He explains to you in a serious manner. "I'm not here just to have sex with you and satisfy myself." He says. "I'm here because I want to take care of you, and because I want to help you."

"Yeah and like, help is gonna-" You start, but he shakes his head.

"Help is gonna be what it's gonna be. Even if you don't want any help in that department at all, I'll still stay if you want me to." He shrugs.

"I want that." You say, grabbing and holding onto his sweater, pulling it towards you. "You gotta stay. Or I'll get sad." You tell him, flopping down into your side on the bed, and he grins, leaning down towards you.

"And we don't want you being sad, right?" He hums lowly, making you nod softly, almost shy.

"If I get sad I won't let you see me naked." You boldly tell him, and he laughs, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Oh no, I better keep you happy then!" He dramatically exclaims, laying down next to you. "What does a poor dog gotta do to make the princess smile?" He wonders dramatically, and you grin playfully, rolling onto your back.

"He'd carry her to the kitchen and feed her." You sing, tail curling impishly around. "And then he'd probably have to cuddle her, and make sure she's never lonely." You explain.

He nods. "I think I can do that." He suddenly says, before he gets up to throw you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You complain, and he laughs, testing the waters by playfully hitting your butt once as he walks out the door towards the kitchen.

"You wanted to be carried." He shrugs, laughing when he notices you suddenly becoming shy. "You never said how."

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"I lied." You suddenly say as Jungkook is back in bed with you, having you laid over his lap while he pets your ears. "I had sex before. Well-... kinda." You mumble, and his touch never stops.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks casually, careful not to make you nervous. "It's fine if you don't want to."

"No, It's just-" you huff, visibly riled up by the topic. "I don't remember it well. Like, it's like a dream that you know you had but you forgot most of the details. I know I was bad, and I know it wasn't good. I remember that I was alone after, and that I was in the bathroom- I know that I slept in the bathtub, back at my old home, but I don't remember why. I just.. woke up there." You shrug, and Jungkook nods.

So it really is how he thought. Your mind has locked certain memories away to protect you- however, the trauma responses are still there, instincts unable to forget that easily.

"I guess that's why my heat is sometimes like that. I don't know.." you mumble. "..I don't know how to deal with this stuff. I'm not sure what you do and what you don't do during your heat.." you look someplace distant. "I'm broken. And I don't know how to fix me." You sigh.

"You're not broken at all." Jungkook shakes his head. "You're you. And I like you."

"You say that to get into my pants." You roll your eyes, and he laughs.

"I'm saying that because it's true. I don't want anything from you that you're not willing to give me." He shrugs.

"Then what if I don't want to have sex with you?" You ask, rolling onto your back to look at him. "What if I don't want you to touch me? Or if I'm mean? Or-"

"That won't change the fact that I like you." He says, shutting you up. You're so used to people only doing things so they can get something out of it for themselves, that Jungkook's words have become alien to you. He's just like Jimin, back then.

Intimidating, because his friendliness is just way too suspicious. But for now, you just go to sleep- taking a nap close to him, to maybe relax and sort out yourself and your situation for once.

Maybe.

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You're suddenly huffy yet again, hiding away from Jungkook underneath the blankets, and no amount of treats or praise seems to be able able to get you out from underneath them. He tries it all for a good while- offering your favorite foods, promising cuddles, even getting Jimin for you- but you refuse to come out and face him any longer.

He's not sure what happened after your little talk, but he's determined to find out.

"You can leave now!" You hiss underneath the heavy blanket, and he sighs, sitting cross-legged on the bed instead, not moving an inch. You're stubborn- but he's got the better patience of you both, so he decides to just wait it out for now, instead of getting you out underneath. He'd risk setting you off again- and he's not sure if he could handle the guilt of being the one to cause you distress. "Go away!" You yell again, but to no avail. He's not moving.

"Not until you tell me why." He responds to you calmly, and suddenly, your face pokes out the blanket, eyes red from crying, face clearly angry.

"I'm not in heat anymore, you can go now..!" You huff, and he tilts his head a bit confused, unsure what you're talking about.

"What do you mean?" He asks, and you just hide underneath the blanket again.

"I don't know, I'm just not anymore, so you can fuck off!" You growl, pulling the edges of the blanket close.

Jungkook thinks for a good moment. Maybe you're confused? You clearly still smell like you're in heat- more than ever, in fact, but your mind is pretty obviously not anymore, which doesn't make sense. And even if you weren't anymore, why do you suddenly seem to hate his presence?

"Do you think I only wanted you.. because you're in heat?" Jungkook wonders, tests the waters, and your silence tells him everything. He sighs loudly, and pulls on the blanket, easily overpowering you and taking away your hiding spot. And just as you try and get away, he pins you down instead by your wrists, leaning over you to look at you closely. "I want you when you're not in heat too. I want you whenever you want me." He tells you, and you look at him with wide open eyes.

"Why?" You ask.

"I don't think any explanation would really convince you." Jungkook says, looking at you. "Because you don't seem to understand that.. love and affection, that doesn't need anything else. Actual love isn't a giving and taking. It's not a transaction. You don't decide to love someone." He shrugs, before his hold on your hands loosens, arms rather wrapping around you to pick you up and hold your body against his, hugging you with his face in your shoulder. "Let me love you." He hums against your skin, and you don't know what to do for a good while.

He's right.

Love always comes with some responsibility for you- or at least it did, in the past. If someone loves you, you're obligated to return it in some way- you have to pay it back, somehow, no matter if it's not what you want, or if you don't love that person at all. Love always has some sort of hidden meaning. There's always a compensation wanted.

But Jungkook is like Jimin. He doesn't want anything from you- so what are you supposed to give?

Because compared to everyone who 'loved' you in the past, you actually want to pay him back. You want to return it. You want to be loved. But he doesn't want anything from you in return. What do you do now?

"What do you want from me?" You almost whisper, unsure. "I want to.. I don't know what to give you." You whimper, body shaking a little.

"I don't need anything from you." He chuckles, holding you a bit closer.

"You have to want something!" You call out in frustration. "I don't know what to give you in return- I wanna-.. I need to give you something, anything.." You stutter, and he realizes what you need.

"How about your love then?" He wonders, leaning back a little to look at you. "Please love me." He asks, a smile on his lips and tail happily wagging.

And for once in your life, never has a request been so easy to fulfill.

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'I'm not in heat anymore', is what you've said. In reality, you very much still are- and Jungkook realizes as you lift your behind up next to him with red cheeks, face hidden in the pillows in embarrassment, that you finally broke through. So if anything, you've never been so deeply in heat than right now.

You trust him enough to let yourself go, and leave your body in his care- instincts taking over as you whine in complaint next to him on the bed.

Before you went to sleep a few hours prior, he'd had a very in-depth talk about what's allowed to happen in this situation. How far he's allowed to go, what you think you'll enjoy and what you absolutely do not want, no matter how much your fogged up brain will ask for it. So he's empowered by a certain sense of confidence in his actions- and he's also more than excited to help you.

After all, you're his partner from now on. You're his princess- and he can't wait to mark you up as such, too.

He turns onto his side to watch you, as you slowly move around to roll on the bed and get your scent everywhere- dark spot on your underwear giving him an idea of the predicament you're in, inside of your legs already glistening with your slick, probably having started during your nap earlier. He can also see the underside of the base of your tail wet from having been pulled between your thighs in a pitiful attempt to somehow provide any sort of relief- which didn't work. And even your hand, which travels shamelessly underneath the fabric of your underwear, doesn't seem to help you at all.

The moment your eyes lock, he waits. He knows what you want, but he refuses to act on anything that's not your clear words. You're in heat, after all- not mute.

"Jungkook..!" You whine, rolling around once more before you kick after his legs- though he catches your ankle, holds it with a stern but playful look. You whine again, no words coming from you, as you try and pull your leg away.

"Words." He simply states, letting go of you before he moves one arm to rest behind his head, lazily watching you. "I can't read your mind." He shrugs.

"You can!" You hiss, sitting up. "You know!" You argue, and he's got the audacity to laugh at you. "Do something!"

"How about you beg a little and I think about it?" He teases, and he can see in seconds how your cheeks turn red.

"You're evil!" You hiss.

"And you're being a brat right now." He shrugs, looking at you, now sat up to glare at him. "Just a pretty little 'please' and I'll do whatever you'd like me to." He almost sings, very much aware that he's riling you up right now. He's studied you enough to know how far he can go. He'd never intentionally make you feel bad- especially not in a situation like this. But he also wants to have a little fun with you- you're just too easy to tease.

And so fun, too.

"Please~ do something then!" You huff, flopping onto your back, making him laugh- before he moves his arms, opening them, inviting you silently. He's not even gonna move for you- you have to come to him instead.

And so you do just that-

Giving yourself to him in a final display of trust.

And he's gonna make sure you'll know it's not being misplaced with him.

[calaisreno]

Yes and No

“Do you love her?”

It had taken them less than thirty minutes to go from the Rizla game to just asking each other random questions. The only celebrities that Sherlock knew were nineteenth-century chemists and twentieth-century criminals, which had more or less spoiled the game, and Sherlock had declared it pointless.

Then he suggested Yes or No, which at least required some deductive reasoning, and John agreed. But Sherlock was very good at this game, having deduced nearly everything about John in the first days of their acquaintance. Without asking any question, he deduced that John would choose violin, a human liver, Mrs Hudson’s nephew, and Sherlock’s old mouse-coloured dressing gown.

John gives up. “Fine. What don’t you know about me?”

Do you love her is a real question, he gathers— from the look on Sherlock’s face, which is serious and a bit sad.

The answer, which should be yes, of course I love her, instead comes out, “I’m marrying her.”

“People marry for reasons other than—“ Sherlock stops, appearing to realise he is going in a direction that can only lead to bad feelings. “Sorry, not a fair question. Better: When did you know that you loved her?”

He remembers grief. The intense pain of the days after he saw Sherlock die on the sidewalk in front of Barts. There are few details he can recall after that moment. It was as if the pain had receded just enough to let him breathe, and a kind of grey fog had descended. Pain, then sorrow.

Somewhere during the sorrow part, Mary had appeared. She may have been there sooner, but he hadn’t noticed. At some point he became aware of her bringing him coffee, talking to him, urging him to come out for lunch. Always there, cheerfully bullying him back into life. Eventually he noticed that he wasn’t quite as sad, and that she was rather pretty.

But the pain was still there, a tender spot in his memory, and most days he still felt defeated. Mary helped, though, and he thought that if she stayed, everything would be easier. He didn’t need to explain; she understood. He could keep the memories at bay when she was around.

By then he was having sex with her. He didn’t remember exactly how that had begun. Maybe it was a pity fuck one night when he’d had too much to drink. He woke up in her bed hungover, waiting for the darkness to descend like a weight on his chest, and she was there, making him a cup of tea, urging him to have some toast, sweetly solicitous and not accepting any excuses.

Does he love her?

Sherlock is still looking at him, the question in his eyes.

“She was there when I needed someone,” he says. “I just knew.”

He’d known that morning that he needed to move on, to leave what had happened in the past and live his life. And there she was.

“Your turn,” Sherlock says.

John thinks of all the things he’s ever wanted to know about Sherlock, but has never asked because it has never seemed a good time. Sherlock has a way of warding off questions with just a look. An armour that does not allow anyone in, not even John. He’s wondered about a lot of things, but asking has never been an option. Sherlock never has to ask; he simply deduces. John is terrible at deductions, as Sherlock often reminds him.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Sherlock doesn’t hesitate. “Yes. Twice.”

“That was a yes-no question, so I get follow-up. So, the first. Who was he?”

Sherlock smiles. “You’re assuming it was a man.”

“Wasn’t it? I thought… you’re… erm…”

“Gay? Yes, I am.”

“You loved a man,” John says. Obviously.

“Well, a boy. I was twelve. I suppose it wasn’t love so much as infatuation and hormones. His name was Victor. I never told him until I met him again at uni.” He gives John one of those looks that makes him feel like he is being x-rayed. “Have you ever kissed a man?”

“I’m not gay,” he says at once. “I mean, why would I kiss a man if I knew I wasn’t gay?”

“Follow-up question, then. When did you know you were not gay?”

John’s mouth may have been open for a bit. It’s an odd question. Everybody knows they’re straight until something happens and they know they’re not. Isn’t that the way it works? “I just knew. When did you know you were gay?”

“When I was twelve. I was at a stupid birthday party my mother made me attend, and we were playing Forfeit. I was asked a question I didn’t like to answer and took the forfeit. Up until then the penalties were stupid things like singing a song or doing a dance, but this time it was kissing a girl. The girl was willing, and I was curious, so I agreed. That was when I realised girls weren’t my cup of tea, so to speak. I wanted to kiss Victor.”

John says nothing, though it’s his turn. He remembers a similar party, a boy who wanted to kiss him, and feeling terrified that his parents would find out if he did. Harry had just come out, and he was trying very hard to make up for all of her shortcomings.

Sherlock asks, “How do you know you’re not gay if you’ve never kissed a man?”

“I’ve kissed lots of women,” he replies. “I don’t need to kiss a man to know I’m not gay.”

Sherlock shrugs. “I assumed that I was like everyone else, that some day I would meet the right girl, get married, and have children. That was how it was supposed to work, and I thought there was something wrong with me because I didn’t like girls that way. All my fantasies were about boys, but I thought I would eventually be attracted to girls as I got older. That kiss told me I would never love a woman.”

“You think I should kiss a man just to see if I’m a bit gay?” He laughs.

“It’s your forfeit, for not having an answer.”

“I’m not going to kiss some random bloke just because you—“

“Not a random bloke. Me. Kiss me.”

This is dangerous ground. Somewhere in his libido lies something that he’s thought about. Maybe he’s even fantasised about kissing a man. Having sex with a man. Just a lark, maybe. Don’t lots of men go through that? It doesn’t mean anything.

But, Sherlock. He lived with him for a year and a half, and they’d been friends. And he grieved when Sherlock died. Not grieved like a friend. He’d lost friends before, and this was nothing like those losses. Pain, darkness, unending regret. Even after Mary, some of that darkness remained. Moments when he remembered something Sherlock had said or done, a stab of pain. If it hadn’t been for Mary—

And it came to him. Mary was balm for his wounds. She brought him back from the edge. He is grateful to her. But gratitude isn’t love. Being in such pain for so long, and then a bit of light— that isn’t love, it’s relief. He’s seen patients in physical pain become almost giddy when given a dose of something that takes their agony away, not even enough to make them high. Relief feels like intoxication when pain has gone on so long.

If it hadn’t been for Mary, he would have understood what he’d only begun to see. She helped him, saved him even. But she was a distraction from the pain, not a cure.

He glances at Sherlock, who is pulling back, looking like he wishes he hadn’t just asked for a kiss. Maybe he’ll make a joke about their game, move them towards goodnight, goodbye, see you at the wedding.

“Yes,” he says. It’s an answer to everything— regret, grief, sorrow, love. It’s an apology for not seeing sooner, for the night at the Landmark, for his anger and cruel rejection of the man he has loved for years. “Kiss me.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Sherlock is right. The kiss tells John things he’s tried hard to forget. It tells him that has loved men before, but called it friendship, that he has wanted to touch men and kiss them, and called it lust, or fantasy, or a phase that all men go through. Women attract him too, and he grabbed onto heterosexuality like a life-raft because he was afraid of the alternative. His sister and his father, yelling. Harry thrown out of the house. His father, looking at him, saying not you too. Never you, my boy.

The kiss tells him that has already met the love of his life.

“I need to call Mary,” he says when they break away.

Sherlock looks sad. He nods. “Of course.”

“One more question,” John says. “Who was the second person you loved?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” he says. “I’m about to call my fiancee and break our engagement just days before the wedding because I’m in love with my best friend. So please, answer the question.”

Sherlock’s face does something John has never seen. It crumples and tears fill his eyes, and then he’s laughing and crying and not able to speak.

John kisses him again.

Author note: This is an old ficlet, from Trifles, posted here.

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/663370772509802496/do-you-know-what-the-origin-of-the-sold-to-one

So I was looking at this old post of yours (in your fandom meta tag) and has anyone else noticed that Hogwarts AU fanfic and meta about if this or that character from another fandom would be Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw has completely disappeared? I assume that this is related to JKR’s transphobia making her (understandably) persona non grata to a lot of online queer people of the kind who dominate fanfic fandom at least on AO3 (I’m less familiar with Wattpad or other corners of fandom that are overwhelmingly cishet and writing het, and the Bridgerton drama has taught me a lot about just how out of pace a lot of them are with even elementary queer stuff, yeesh). but I was wondering if others have noticed that. It did seem to really start to crater around 2019-20 when she stopped being coy and blaming it on “middle aged moments,” and started openly making transphobic tweets and writing essays about it rather than just “liking” others’. Like when I was into Yuri on Ice circa 2016-18, it was still all over that fandom, even though people were already souring on the actual official franchise stuff such as those terrible Fantastic Beasts movies.

So I’m mostly active in anime, JRPG and Western genre TV fandoms so I was curious if this was also happening elsewhere. I’m also wondering if the fact that actual HP fandom seems to be increasingly divorced from canon (like fanon pairings of characters who never interacted in canon being the most popular lately) is related to this too.

Cuz having a Hogwarts AU used to be a sign that a fandom had Arrived. I remember in 2016 you saw people doing house sortings for the people on the frickin 538 political podcast. Now I never see any of that even with huge fandoms.

It’s interesting to me given that it feels like her transphobia hasn’t dented much of her popularity with non online nerd culture. Like the third Fantastic Beasts movie failed but those had never been good and had been declining in box office numbers already. But the Hogwarts Legacy game sold really well. You still see HP in stores all over the place with other nerd culture staples like Star Wars and Marvel. Still constantly see brands doing collabs. I often find non online friends and family, including many who are genuine allies to the trans people in their lives, who have no idea about her transphobia. Or they’ve only heard a little and assume it’s some weird insular online culture thing that is just fans nitpicking, maybe having heard about some other Twitter “canceling” over nothing and figuring it’s like that. They’re always shocked and horrified when I tell them what she’s actually saying and doing.

--

Interesting question.

For me, as an Old, it just feels like Hogwarts AUs are part of my childhood, and why wouldn't they be less common now? But realistically, if they actually are declining, it does mean something.

There's no way for us to know if the "Would X be a Hufflepuff?" posts are really a thing of the past. That could be a question of whom one follows or of fans leaving one's platform. But we can at least poke at some AO3 tags and see if they show a pattern.

The relevant tags are Alternate Universe - Hogwarts and its metatag Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting.

There are 21,426 works in the metatag. Obviously, not everything uses the tag, but it's a starting point. (Some cursory playing with filters on big tags makes me think that maybe around 3/4 of HP AUs are actually tagged with a relevant AU tag.)

If we look at the AU tag itself, the numbers have come down in the last few years. (This year is obviously only half over, so we'd expect those numbers to be smaller.)

But we have to take into account how big the archive itself was. It's been growing significantly since it opened to staff accounts in late 2008 and then more widely in late 2009, so the overall rise doesn't mean much, but the recent drop might.

It does seem like there's a downward trend lately, but it doesn't look like it's falling off a cliff.

[cherxyx]

A small piece part of a upcoming series 🤍.

The master list for this series and the other ones. Dynasty

warnings: children mentioned, arguing, blood, mentioned of murder, ABUSE, READER (y/n) DOES GET HIT, yelling, cussing, reader (y/n) gets backed up in a corner, both can be looked at as toxic, toxic relationships, throwing objects, mentions of past abuse

Italic + bold is past tense

Italic is present tense

11:40 PM

"Mommy, are we going to grandma's house because you're mad at daddy?" questioned your oldest child, the question making you want to cry and yell. But you weren't going to burst into tears in the presence of your kids.

"No, sweetheart, Grandma misses you both," you say, looking between your two children. You said your goodbyes to them and your grandmother, making sure they were both belted up. You made sure to Thank your grandmother for taking them this weekend on such short notice.

"Be safe," you yelled while they drove away out of the driveway. When they were out of sight, you headed to your house. "Such an idiot," you murmured as you walked back into the house.

(Clicking read more is you consenting to read dark content. You have been warned)

12:30 AM

You and him have been arguing since you returned home. "You're such a fucking idiot, why the fuck did you come home drenched in blood?" "Didn't you think the kids were awake?" From across the room, you yelled at him.

You had both made your way up to your guys' shared room. He was no longer wearing a shirt and was simply wearing black pants. "Listen, I knew the children were there, but-" "but what," you interjected. His jaw had clenched and he glared at you with those eyes that seemed to stare directly through you. But you weren't about to give up.

"Interrupt me again, and I'll throw your ass outside," he stated, anticipating you to do something, but you didn't. You wanted him to explain himself. "I realized the girls were here, but I assumed they were in bed because it was 11 p.m."

"It's Friday, so they can stay up as late as they want, you fucking idiot." "Rule 1 of the house is to make sure you don't walk in with blood all over you," you yelled at him, tossing his bloody shirt at him. He caught it before it hit him in the face.

"The first rule of the house is that you don't fucking throw shit at the person who runs the house." "The person who has gotten you everything!" He responded by yelling back. Because of the ranting and rage, both of you were breathing heavily.

"I'm so really going to get on you for throwing shit." "Remember that time you threw a fucking vase at me?" you asked, approaching him. He moved closer to you, grinning, "I only threw it because you threw a pan at me." At this point, you were both standing face to face. inches apart

"What a terrible father. "Reminds me of your father," you notice when his smirk fades and his jaw ticks again. "I'm leaving and going somewhere else," you mentioned as you turned around and proceeded to the closet. You began packing while mumbling under your breath curses, grabbing a bag and clothes to pack in.

You knew he was staring at you, those same eyes boring through you. "No, you're not," he said as he approached you. You looked up from your bag to see him close to you. "Yes I am, you bast-" you couldn't finish your statement before his hand landed on your cheek.

You fell awkwardly into your nightstand. You were holding your cheek, as you figured out how to get out of the room. He approached you, grabbed your neck, choked you, and slammed you back into the nightstand. The impact forced you to grunt.

"Remember what I said? "What did I fucking say, you bitch?" he screamed in your face, tightening his hold on your neck. "That I wasn't leaving," you said hastily. You looked about desperately to see if there was anything you could use to get him off.

"Look at me," he whispered, and you gazed up at him, tears welling up in your eyes as a result of his grip. "I will kill you if you ever look at me and tell me I'm a bad father." He paused, “No, I won't murder you. I will torture you every day until you break, and when you break, I will kill you," he said suddenly letting go.

You began coughing and struggling to catch your breath. "Same empty threats" you said before coughing again. "I know. Wanna see if I'll do it this time," he sneered. You knew he'd do it if he wanted to. No, you replied while shaking your head.

"What I thought, unpack your bag and go to bed," he remarked as he exited the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. These nights had you questioning whether the arranged marriage was worth it or if you had fallen into a trap.

[kiki-sleeps]

Dark!Jack Frost x reader

A/N: a one-shot from one of my many delusions of the night. Might become more, who knows. Always liked the idea of an evil jack frost, hope you enjoy!

The Guardian's Investigative Journal

Entry #1

Middle of February, 20XX - New Headquarters

Whoever said the winter cold was beautiful was lying. Definitely and terribly so. 'Oh your breath creates pretty shapes and sparkles!' Yeah… what a load of bullshit. 

Winter is awful, at least for me. Winter is the annoying feeling of stiff muscles, of runny noses, of numb fingers. Winter is crazy. Winter is mad. Winter has black hair, dark as coal, and yellow eyes, not warm like honey, no, but chilling, like the ones of a predator.

Winter has a name, and as much as the whole of our system wished it wasn't alive, it's Jack Frost. 

He’s infuriating, and rotten, and whatever synonym you may add to describe him. 

The day he turned his back on the Guardians, was the day I was chosen. It took a while for the entire ordeal to settle in their minds, actually. At first, and reasonably so, they thought it was a joke. A prank, one of those that made him disappear for days and suddenly pop up back again with a weird smile that promised trouble. But it wasn't. The blizzard made of cold and sharp black sand came out and wiped the North Pole from existence, just one random day. One would think his love of irony would have made him choose a special day, like Christmas or such, but instead he picked a normal, ordinary, unassuming day. And it was twice as terrifying. What was left? Dust and coal. Coventrized so hard they thought it was my fault, they thought I burned it down accidentally, with a sneeze. Can you imagine that? Not controlling your power enough that you wipe out not just a building, but the huge headquarters. I laughed, then. After all, not a single one of us had realized the magnitude of what had truly happened. 

His voice came then. It was the first time I actually heard anything that came from him and not from one of the others’ stories, and it turned the status quo upside down. Just a wicked voice, saying how he was tired of doing this and that, that the humans were never grateful for what he brought, and a bunch of things that I didn't really hear. The one who took it the hardest was Bunnymund. It had taken him the longest to really open up apparently, and maybe that's one of the reasons he doesn't talk much to me now. Bruised trust. I’m not taking it personally, I'm the newbie, after all. I was mostly confused, rather than betrayed. I'd never met him at that point and I genuinely couldn't put together how somebody who was supposed to be an ally, and a quite good one at that, just went bonkers on a casual Wednesday. This whole idea I had of him didn't match, so I assumed something had happened to him to do a full 180.

So, as soon as the boring ‘new Guardian’ training ended, I started my investigation. Which is why I was in the middle of nowhere multiple times, in a white wasteland of twisted and dry trees that repeated itself no matter the continent. It was eerily uncomfortable, and the glistening atmosphere I used to admire from afar in my time as a wandering spirit was gone. Then, the snow almost looked like ashes.

I can make the black ones that come from a bright fire, an ode to life that burns with vitality. Those just looked like a past disaster. When a volcano erupts, it's a spectacular view, and nowadays the show is basically without consequences. But I remember. When the grey cloud wraps everything after, and the only sound is the reverbing echo of coughs from the smoke. A cinereum snow that covers what is gone. Such was the feeling that made my skin get goosebumps, and not from the temperature. And yet, exactly as all the places I checked in this season, the overbearing sensation of just being watched, was there. It felt like Pompeii over again, but this time the footprints were mine instead of ancient romans'.

I couldn't have possibly known he was truly there. I mean, there's a million lakes in the world and most of them are in North America, so really, how was I supposed to know he fancied this one particular. But I guess bad luck comes with Terms and Conditions of being a Guardian.

I think he actually wanted to make himself known, then. Because honestly, a powerful spirit who flies on the daily and hides constantly in the shadows, all of a sudden makes an accidental noise? Be for real. When I heard the cracking sound of a twig I thought it was an animal. ‘Not very smart warrior’ of me, as in North's words. It took him a couple of more tries to actually make me turn around, and even then I had to squint to even see the outline of something. But what really made me breathless for a second, were the eyes. He was perched up on a branch, piercing me with a vibrant gold that promised not fun, but deceit. In what I'd say was not my brightest moment, I thought he looked like an owl. The kind that want to look threatening but only manage to sit awkwardly in a standoffish stance. I almost snorted, but thank god for Sandy’s lessons of calm and meditation.

And then he spoke. And I swear on the Man in the Moon, I've never heard a more irksome voice. It was grating on my nerves, and that was the least of his attitude that made me want to sucker punch him into oblivion. I thought it was bad when I'd heard it on the catastrophe day, but in person? It was ten times worse. But what incensed me the most was that he actually had the fucking audacity to call me a pet name.

“And what's a sparkly spirit like you doing here, doll?”

“None of your business.”

Ok, I lied. Technically it is his business,  since I'm investigating his recent fall to madness, but he definitely doesn't need to know that.

Slowly, he walked into the light, and how I wish my traitorous mind did not think he was cute. He had a black hoodie, presumably for fitting into the whole ‘evil’ package, and brown pants that fell around his calves, tied by leather strings. Seriously, what is it with villains and their obsession with this color? As if somebody couldn't act badly if they're dressed in, I don't know, pink. But I'm losing the focus here.

While his eyes were what had struck my attention before, now his cheekbones were doing the trick. They were high and connected by a lean nose and immersed in pale skin, the sickly withering Victorian child kind. The smirk –that I immediately wanted to wipe from his face just out of spite– was stretched across perfectly chiselled lips and a jawline carved in the finest marble. Now that's what I call unfair. Choosing somebody like that to be on the bad side? Foul, I tell you. 

And apparently my answer only amused him further, because he gave a dry chuckle and sauntered around, with a cocky stride perfectly in line with his overall insufferableness. 

I decided to get to the point, “What do you want, Frost?”

“Surprised you know my name, doll.”, he grinned, and the urge to smack him had never been stronger.

“Ah yes, who would know the name of only the biggest traitor in the history of humanity.”

I think it was obvious it was meant to be sarcastic, but he still rolled his eyes and then put on a ridiculous diva act, faking a gasp and placing a hand over his chest.

“Traitor? Ouch, doll, that hurts my poor feelings!”

I could not have been less impressed than I already was.

“Are you sure you have those? Wasn't aware.”

He didn't deign me with an answer, the buffoon, and simply circled around me, humming in confidence. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of even a slight twitch of my expression, so I side eyed him as he moved agonizingly slow around me, but never stopping in my blind spot in what I believe was a puke-inducing superiority assertion. When he stopped, he was right in front of my glare, mirrored by a devilish grin of his.

I grit my teeth, “You never answered my question.” 

In turn, I got a provoking fake ‘deep-in-thought’ performance, complete with a finger under his chin. “Mmm, I don't know, why would I do that?” He started strolling again, “It's not like you have any way of making me tell you anything, and on the other side we have the magnificent me, who can have anything he desires.”

Jesus, did he really say that? Could his ego be any more inflated? Nevertheless, he droned on, “I suppose I could make it an act of charity, yes? I'm sure that would be more appropriate considering the enormous amount of difference in our strength.”

And now I was utterly disgusted, forget the poker face. 

“What did Pitch inject you with, condensed delusion?”

He laughed, and as quickly as he had gloated a second before, he flipped another switch, leaning dangerously in my safe space, and licked his lips.

“Feisty, I like that.” “Ew.”

I couldn't stop myself from saying it. It was a completely involuntary reaction, and an adequate one, after hearing that corny sentence. What he thought about my genuine revulsion at the thought? Still funny, apparently, because, and thank god, he cracked up at my reaction and backed away.

After this, I really had enough. It was my first time meeting him and I couldn't have wanted him more dead. By my fire, possibly. Hence why, after giving an eye roll for good measure, I started walking away. Or at least, that was the plan, but the switch flipped again, and it was looking at a shark that had just smelled fresh blood, a piercing stare almost freezing me in place. It was menacing.

He gripped my wrist hard, and the icy sensation of his skin made me jump so much I had to physically repress a shiver. 

“I'm not done yet.”

I just stared back, and for what felt like hours, the only movement was the snow still wistfully falling around us. It was like a stalemate, of sorts. From the bits and pieces I had gathered here and there, he was arrogant, sure, and full of himself, but not stupid. He hadn't gone on a full offense because he doesn't know my full capability, and if it goes how I want in the future, he won't know. This has two possible reasons: I'm the newest Guardian and I haven't really done anything after becoming one, and whatever information he has got from the time before isn't sufficient, since I mostly laid low. In conclusion, I had the advantage. His powers might have been different from when he was one of us, but they still make up a good portion of his attack range, which I knew and had prepared to fight against – courtesy of the memories from the Tooth Fairy archive.

So, to maintain my upper hand, I heated it up. In the span of milliseconds the skin that stood firmly in his grasp became so scalding he had no choice but to let it go. It seems he is even more sensitive than I thought - for future reference - because he jumped back with a hiss, looking like a scorned cat, and from what I could see I actually had left a quite significant burn mark on his palm. I couldn't help my eyes widening in surprise, and he must've seen that because he quickly regained his composure, as much as he could, and smirked. If he wanted to go for a full round, then so be it. I was perfectly ready. Only for him to change his mind as fast as he had done before and vanish in a coat of black. What a coward. And yet, he still wouldn't let me have the last word, so in the silence of the woods, his voice echoed:

“Wow, you got some fire in you, HA!”

It seems I was wrong about him. He's a coward AND a clown.

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

Hey. To the thought of suicide being 'inevitable', I'd like to share my story to show why I can disagree...if I may.

So my mother, she hurt my father. Abused him. Hit him. Manipulated him. Badly. Stalked him. Then she took her own life. As a result, mentioning her in our household was all but forbidden because it reminds my father of her. He'd NEVER talk about her. He'd tense up and become curt when I tried to mention her. And he broke contact with all her family. This happened before I was able to remember anything. So all my life, I felt doomed to repeat what she did. Because if you're not allowed to remind your father of your own mother, else risking anger, punishment and exclusion, that's pretty hard to do when you're her spitting image. So I wasn't allowed to exist. Not move, not speak, not be. Because I am like her. I look like her, speak like her, move like her. Maybe I even like stuff that she liked. So basically my life became about avoiding triggering my father. How can I do that best? By believing that I shouldn't exist. Because my whole DNA seems evil. Remember, he removed her entire family tree from his life, which is not far from effectively "killing" them. So I grew up thinking that my Mom deserved to be dead, because she was Bad™ to her core, and because I love my father and my father is a good man and I believe his pain to be true. And so I thought that I deserved to be dead too, because all I could ever do was hurt my father just as she has done. Until I took action and found that family of hers.

I found wonderful women who look like my mother, who look like me, and they are GOOD. They have problems too, yes, but they are kind and they are HUMAN. And they made it in life. They did not die because there was no other way. They lived. They still live. And for the first time in my entire life I understood that my mother made a choice. For herself. That she HAD a choice, and that I have the power to choose differently. I found women on different paths of life, and I discovered that I have the capacity for good. If anything, I'm allowed.

It's my father who never moved on. It's my father who is triggered. It's my father who avoids facing up to his past and to feel through the pain and the emotions of what my mother did to him. It's not my problem. It's not me. It's not my fault. It's him, never having dealt with an old and terrible wound. That doesn't make his own pain less true. But he made it about me, as if I was the problem. He cannot stand the sight of me.

And so... I don't know your story, but I know that every family entertains a certain solid narrative that frames their entire history and reinforces their current behavior. And it will continue to do so until it is challenged. So I will go out on a limb here and dare assume that you can't stop self-harming because you are punishing yourself and that deep down, you somehow believe that it is right for you to deserve it. You deserve to die because it's tied to your identity, to who you are, and not to a specific behavior of yours. You cannot help being you, so it's a fault to be as you are.

Because someone else saw or sees it as a fault, and they have influence and authority over your life, likely because they're family (NEVER underestimate blood, but I don't have to tell YOU that), and they have - whether they intended to or not - let you know this all your life. If it's tied to being autistic, you may have been told you're "too much". You're "a freak" (for me it was "drama queen" for wanting to express myself). You're "exhausting", "why can't you be normal". Your poor Mom can't handle you, or whatever (take this with a grain of salt, only you know what it is). Why are you being such a burden.

Darling, pursue self-respect. You do not have to suck up to anyone's trouble with who you are as a person. That's on them, not you.

Don't let them take you. Don't let society, or your surroundings, dictate your permission to exist. You have permission to be. You are loved, and wanted, and known by the Most High.

And I believe that people love you too. But I get that it's hard when you aren't akin to their standards. You are allowed though. It's not your fault. I'm glad if the autism diagnosis helps to set a frame for other people and yourself to understand you better. Congratulations.

Wishing you peace.

;-; thankyou

[14buddy22]

I’ll Spend the Rest of My Life Making It Up To You Series

Part 7!! WC: 3.4K I know it’s short, but I feel bad that I haven’t finished it. Life’s just been BUSY. I promise we’re getting to the end of this fic, but I want to give the ending it deserves. It’s coming. I promise. 

Series Masterlist // Masterlist!

Today was the day. You were finally getting out of your relationship with Jake. You were done. You were ready to move on. You had to. If you didn’t leave now, all it made you think was that you maybe should go back to Jake.

However, your nightmare only made you realize how terrible it would be for you if you did go back to Jake. When Aaron showed you the letters and the pictures of you, it made you sick to your stomach to know that Aaron actually read those letters, that he actually saw those pictures.

As if he wasn’t the one who you called to bring you to the hospital after Jake had beat you, he saw the aftermath of everything.

It was a quiet morning. Jack got picked up by JJ to go hangout with Henry for the day. Aaronwanted his sole focus to be on you today. You two were meeting with his friend who was an attorney. You were nervous. You silently moved around the kitchen, getting a diaper bag ready for Mason as Aaron helped collect the images and letters from his office and into the evidence box.

As you and Aaron got into the car to head to the law office, you couldn’t help but start to over think. You thought about every bad thing that could go wrong. What if you lost Mason? What if Jake wins and you don’t have full custody? What if Jake ends up killing you?

“Hey, you’re thinking too much. Stop. Let’s talk to the lawyer. He’s very good at what he does. It’ll be okay.”

You grabbed his hand from the gear shift and pulled it into your lap. You squeezed his hand and gently rubbed your thumb back and forth. That was something you always did with him to calm yourself down. Just knowing he was by your side calmed you down a little bit.

As you, Aaron, and Mason made your way into the building, you clutched the carseat carrier a little tighter. You were doing this. You and Mason were going to enter a better life. This was the beginning of a long trial, but 10 years of domestic abuse was enough, you needed to be better for your son, for YOU.

“Aaron Hotchner. The Unit Chief of the FBI’s BAU.”

Aaron stuck out his hand and shook it. You assumed this was his friend. You were right when their handshakes pulled each other into a hug and both men broke out into a smile.

“This is Y/n and her son, Mason.”

“I remember her when we were in law school. Always wondered why he let you go. My name’s Brian Smith.”

You smiled slightly and shook his hand. You followed him into his office and pulled Mason out of the carseat, holding him in your lap. You needed him to slow your heart rate down. You felt like your heart was going to explode. You were excited that this was happening, you were scared of what was going to happen, you were mad with yourself for letting Jake do this to you, for letting him get so far. While you would have never blamed Aaron out right, part of you blamed him for breaking up with you all those years ago, but you couldn’t tell him that when he’s been nothing but kind, generous, and protective of you and your son these past couple of days.

Brian sat on the other side of his desk, looking through the evidence box briefly.

“I want to start off by saying that Aaron has kept me updated on details of what has happened in your marriage to Jake and I just want to apologize for what you’ve been through. Domestic violence cases are rough and tough to handle and I’m sorry for what you’ve been through. Just know that I’m going to do whatever I can to make sure you and your son are safe. Whatever evidence you may have to convict him on aggravated assault, that will need to be turned in, when we serve him, I’m hoping that he’ll sign what we serve him with, but depending on how the state will handle the assault charges, that will depend.”

“I don’t want him to have custody of Mason. I want him to go to prison for what he did to me. 10 years, sir. 10 years I endured this abuse, he shouldn’t be allowed to talk to another girl, shouldn’t lay a hand on another woman.”

“I understand that, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure he doesn’t get custody of Mason and that he serves some time is prison.”

You let out a sigh of relief. You were proud of yourself. You were doing this for you. You were doing this for your son. You were doing this to show every other woman who were in abusive relationships that it is possible to get out.

You know that some women didn’t have the resources you did, but you want them to know that you had evidence. Take the pictures of the bruises, cuts, scars. Keep a diary of everything they said or did to you. That’s more than enough evidence.

After a long afternoon of discussing everything, what you wanted, and how you were going to proceed from there, you felt like the weight of the world was being lifted off of you. Well, maybe not off of you, but it was being held by Aaron and your lawyer. You were still holding a piece of it, but it wasn’t completely all on you anymore, and that, you were grateful for.

“Hey Aar, do you mind taking Mason to the car? I just need to use the bathroom and I’ll be out.?

“Yeah, of course.”

He turned to Brian and shook his hand, thanking him and saying if he needed anything to reach out whenever.

Aaron took Mason from your lap and said, “Come on, buddy.”

Your heart stilled at seeing Aaron with Mason. Aaron was the type of father that Mason deserved. Your son deserved more than what you gave him. Having Aaron in Mason’s life just for a bit was something Mason needed. If you and Aaron never got into a relationship again, you knew that he would not treat Mason any differently than how he treats Jack. He would raise Mason how he was raising Jack and you were happy with that.

As Aaron and Mason left the office, you said, “There’s one more thing Brian. I want to give you this. Aaron doesn’t know this exist and I really don’t want him to know we talked about it. This is only if we go to court. It’s letters I kept when I was pregnant with Mason and the video evidence of the last time he was physical with me.”

“Y/n, thank you. I know it has to be hard.”

“It is, so I’d really like to just move forward with this so we can be done. Please. I know you’re doing your job. I know you do it really well. Aaron doesn’t trust everyone, so you must be the best of the best. I thank you for what we’re about to go through. Really, thank you, Brian.”

“You know, when Aaron broke the engagement off, he came to stay with me. She showed up at my apartment that night. He knows he messed up. Even back then, all those years ago, he had known he messed up. When I tried telling him he needs to go fix it, he said that you’d never be able to be with him again. He told me that if he ever had the chance to be with you again, he’d spend the rest of his life making it up to you.”

You looked at him, not really knowing what to say. You always wished Aaron had come back into your life, to fight for you harder, but when he didn’t, you didn’t think you could go crawling back to him either.

“Thank you, Brian. We’ll be in touch.”

As you walked out of his office and walked down to the front of the lobby, you saw Aaron talking to someone else. You placed your hand on his back and he said, “You ready to go?”

You nodded and he wrapped up his conversation and then you two were back on your way to his car. As Aaron got Mason into the backseat, he said, “Pick where you want to go to lunch, my treat.”

There was no point in arguing that you would pay for lunch because you were never going to win. As Aaron got into the truck, you put the directions on for a restaurant you had been wanting to try for a while, but you hadn’t been able to go to because of Jake.

As you two ordered your food, you gave Mason his bottle. You and Aaron were making small talk. You weren’t really sure why it was so quiet, but maybe it’s because you both had so much to talk about that nobody knew where to begin.

“Now that this is actually happening, maybe I should see if I can get a place to stay in.”

“No. Absolutely not. He’s capable of so much more, y/n. I can’t let you get hurt even more if you move out.”

“I don’t want to owe you anything. I mean, how does this look for Jack? Your son needs to come first, Aaron. It can’t be Mason and I, it has to be Jack. How does Jack feel? Jack went from it being just you and him, now it’s you, him, me, AND a baby? That’s a lot, especially for a kiddo his age. I know he’s smart, but Aaron, this is a lot of change for him.”

“After this is all over, I want to marry you. I want to raise Mason in the place I’m raising Jack. Jack wants to be a big brother. He’s been talking nonstop ever since JJ had another baby. Jack’s been wanting me to have a baby with someone. I’m not saying I’m just doing this and helping you out to make my son happy, but, why should I have to go look for the love of my life again when she’s right in front of me?”

“Aaron. You need to really think about this.”

“I have! I’ve spent the past 15 or how ever many years it’s been thinking about you every single day. I’ve wanted you to be mine. You were my true love and I let you go. This is how the universe repays me for letting you go. I told myself that if I ever got the chance to have you in my life again, I’d spend the rest of my life making it up to you, and it’s true. I’m going to do anything and everything in my power to make you and Mason happy.”

You moved your hand on the table and grabbed his. When you held his hand, it felt different, like a spark that was reignited again. Yes, the entire week that you’ve been with Aaron, you fell in love with him all over again. You didn’t think you could, but you did. As you sat at the table with your hand in his, you couldn’t help but think about what your future held, but how much of your past you’d still be holding onto.

You wanted to hold onto the good memories you had with Aaron, and even the bad with him. You needed to remember the moments that broke you down because you only built yourself up stronger after.

“I’ll talk to Jack when I put him down for bed tonight. I think that’ll be best. But I want you to know, you have nothing to worry about. He loves you. He loves Mason. He’s been so happy, such a different kid since you’ve been around. He’s been without Haley for a few years now, but you could be a mother-figure to him just as I could be a father-figure to Mason, if-if you’ll let me.”

You want nothing more than to pick up your life with Aaron. You wanted a family. You wanted to be Mrs. Hotchner. You wanted more Hotchner kids with him. You wanted anything that Aaron Hotchner would give you. Well, you didn’t want him to give you a brokenheart like he gave you once before. You would gladly accept an engagement ring or his last name.

“Hey Aaron?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we make this official? This could be our first date, again.”

“Come on? You didn’t like our first date? I took you out to a really nice restaurant. That was a week’s worth of working to afford that dinner.”

“Hey! I offered to split but you wouldn’t let me! You even called ahead and put your card down so they wouldn’t let me pay!”

You and him began to laugh, thinking back to your first date. You remember being so excited. Your friends wanted you to go out, telling you that you’d meet your prince charming at the bar, but you kept telling them that you just had a feeling about Aaron.

Good thing you trusted your instinct, because he was your prince charming. But a fairytale ending didn’t always have the perfect beginning or storyline along the way, but you wanted to believe it was going to end well.

“Aaron, do you seriously not know why I chose this place?”

“You said you wanted to try it.”

“Yes, I’ve been wanting to try it, but you know why? The restaurant we had our first date in closed down. The owners passed away and the kids didn’t want the business. Aaron, we’re eating in the restaurant that once stood where we had our first date. We’re eating basically at the same table we sat at, well location wise, where we had our first date.”

Aaron began to look around. He couldn’t believe how he missed it. Something so meaningful to him, your first date, and he didn’t remember. Yeah, the building changed, but he should have remembered something so significant. He remembered walking out with you after the date, he knew that when you began to dance to the music that was coming from the band across the street that he was going to marry you someday. He just knew. But how come it didn’t click in his head that you wanted to come here.

“Then, Y/n Y/l/m, this is the best first date I’ve ever been on with you.”

“Now? Instead of all those years ago?”

“Yeah, because I have a glimpse of who we’ve become. How far we had to work to get here. You and I are having our first date where we did many, many years ago. Today, I get to see the beautiful mother you became when I remember on our first date how much you talked about getting married and having kids. I remember you telling me upfront about having children and getting married because your past boyfriends didn’t want that, but you did. But now, to see you as a mom, it makes me so incredibly happy. All you just need is to get married. Something I should have given you. But I have my second chance at you. I’m not letting you go. Never again. You, me, Jack, and Mason. We’re going to be a family when this is all over. I want this more than anything in the world.”

He tensed up and you glared at him even more. Why would he tense up? If this was the Aaron Hotchner you knew, something wasn’t right. But that thought was cut off when he continued.

“Okay, no, I don’t want this more than anything in the world.”

What? What the hell was he saying? How was your heart breaking into pieces by Aaron AGAIN? Why did you have to come back to him. You thought he’d heal your heart. But he’s tearing out your heart, stepping on it, shredding it to pieces.

You let out a breathless, shaky, and sad “What?”

“The one thing I want nothing more in this world is for you to be safe and happy. Y/n, of course I want you in this world, but if you won’t be happy with me, then I want you to be happy with someone else. I want you and Mason to be safe. My line of work is dangerous, if you won’t feel safe with me, then I understand. You need to put yourself and Mason first. You hadn’t done that much, especially not putting yourself first. So, I want you to think about you and Mason. I can’t be selfish and say I want you and Mason because I had you once and I let you slip through my fingers. If you want something or someone else, it’s okay.”

Oh, you were down bad for this man. You loved him so much. The way emotion was written all over his face. This was the Aaron you knew. Not the hard exterior man who everyone else knew at the BAU. This was the real Aaron Hotchner. This was the big softie who would cry at sappy movies when the guy gets the girl at the end after it’s least expected. This was your Aaron Hotchner who cried when you brought him flowers many years ago. This was also the Aaron Hotchner who cried when you left him after he broke off the engagement. This was your guy, the one who wasn’t afraid to show emotions in front of you.

“Aaron, no. This is what I want. I want you. Mason wants you, I mean, look! He’s been staring at you talk this entire time I’ve been trying to feed him. I’ve wanted you since you asked me out on a second date many years ago. I’ve wanted you even when I was with Jake, but I gave up the idea of having another chance with you when I married him and saw you in that church seat, not interjecting at the wedding. Do you know how much I wanted you to? To run away with you and not look back. I wanted you to save me back then, Aaron. But you’re saving me now, not only me, but my son as well. I want you. I want Jack.”

You squeezed his hand and looked back at Mason to see Mason staring right at Aaron. Mason began to reach his hands out towards Mason, beginning to babble away. You watched as Aaron reached his arms towards him and you passed Mason over.

You saw the raw emotion on his face once more. You saw how he looked at Mason with so much adoration, so much comfort, happiness. You had always wanted Aaron to be happy. Just holding your son, there as a part of you that knew you were going to end up okay. Yes, of course, you had 10 years of a traumatic relationship with Jake that you needed to begin seeing a therapist for. But, part of you, that you had talked to through with your co-workers, was meant to find happiness. You think Mason, Aaron, and Jack were your happiness. Going to therapy and having them in your life would make you okay. You would be okay eventually.

As you asked your waitress for the check, Aaron spoke up.

“You’re not paying for our first date.”

“Yes I am, this is the least I could do. You rescued me, Aaron. You didn’t have to but you did. You gave my son and I a safe place to stay, without making me pay for anything. You’ve given me resources. You’ve done more for me than I could have ever asked. I’m paying for our second-first date. You saved me, If you were dying, I’d try and save you with my life. I’d give you my kidney.”

“Not if I give you mine first.”

Aaron smirked at you and it was the glimmer happiness in his eyes that made you think back to your first date even more. He looked at you like you were the greatest thing in the world. To him, you were the greatest thing in the world, obviously next to Jack. You also saw a glimmer of hope. In hopes that everything would turn out okay with you and Mason, as well as Aaron and Jack.

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Chapter 3 - Meanie Parents

“YOU WHAT?!?”

Nille’s voice seems to rattle the very quarry around you as she shouts in rage and horror.

“I know that’s a lot to take in,” you feel like it’ll be a long process to calm her down.

“THEY…THEY DIED?!?” She has her head in her hands with a look of such panic you’ve never seen on her before. She’s hyperventilating.

“Hey,” you tell her gently, “breathe with me, ok?”

She shakes her head.

“WHY WOULD I-” Nille gasps for air, which seems to make her realize that breathing might be a good idea.

You both breathe in and out in sync, her breathing returning to normal. 

“…Ok…” She gathers herself. “Let me get this straight. You made a wish, and it was granted by something called ‘Wish Craft’, which trapped you and the others in a timeloop? And every time something made it to where you couldn’t stay with them, it’d reset? You broke it during a time loop where everything started to go badly, but only after fighting the others…kinda…”

You nod, as everything seems to have been understood.

“And you’re from that one island that hurts to think about, cause it was basically erased from everyone’s minds including yourself. But, lately you’ve been getting more of these memories back?” She looks up at you with a confused expression. “That it?”

You nod solemnly. “Yeah…pretty much…”

Nille looks overwhelmed and shocked, leaning back with wide unblinking eyes.

“Holy crabbing crab…” She mumbles to herself. “But…did you ever find out why no one can remember your country? And why is it being remembered now?”

“That’s the next part of this saga,” you say with a little worried chuckle.

Nille leans forward, her face in her hand as she looks ahead with a thoughtful face.

“That’s…a lot…” She looks away from you entirely, and rubs the back of her head. “I kinda feel like I should know this much about you.”

She gets up and starts to kick some rocks around. “You probably know a lot about me anyway from Bonnie, huh?”

You shake your head. “No, actually. Bonnie usually stayed quiet about you during the loops. I only got a few bits of information.”

“Mmm,” Nille nods absently. “Can’t imagine it was easy for them. You told me how they’d been walking for days to escape the curse, and after they saw me freeze in front of them…”

She looks to the side, almost ashamed. “They were too young to have gone through that, heck, they STILL are! I’ve always protected them, but I…they probably had survivor’s guilt for a while.”

Nille turns and looks at you with a solemn expression. “Have they ever told you…about before?”

You assume she’s talking about their past, and try to remember. In one of the loops, Bonnie said something about running away from parents when they’re being “meanies” or something.

“Not much,” you respond, “only that you guys ran away due to your parents being…meanies.”

Nille chuckles grimly, “I guess that makes sense. They were pretty young when we lived with…them.”

She wanders ahead and takes out her hammer. There are a few large rocks around, and she approaches one and starts looking it over.

Suddenly, she strikes the rock with her hammer with enough force to crack it. You jump.

“If I’m gonna tell you about this, I’m gonna need to smash something.” She takes a cracked off chunk of the rock and tosses it aside.

“Bonnie was born when I was around 8 years old, and even before then those two were terrible. I truly have no idea WHY those two were together, let alone had kids. They made it clear to me they hated me, and treated me like a nuisance. I’d be forced to do chores a kid that young shouldn’t have been doing, and would punish me if I didn’t do it exactly the way they wanted. This would range from emotional to physical, sometimes even both at once.”

She yells as she brings down her hammer on the rock again, the crack expands to almost the entire thing now. You’re kind of scared of her at this moment, but starting to put together her story.

“I was already doing bad when Boniface came around, but…they became everything to me. Heck, our parents didn’t take care of me, so I vowed to take care of them…protect them. They made that nightmare worth living. Whenever our parents got mad at Bonnie, I would protect them, and redirect their anger at me. Once they made me sit outside in the rain for the whole day; I don’t even remember what they said I did. I think Bonnie might have broken something, and I claimed responsibility. The sweet kid helped me get better after I came back inside, frozen to the bone.”

Nille’s demeanor softens, but she snaps out of it and goes back to smashing the rock.

“When I was 14, I had finally had enough. I was saving up and preparing to run away for years, but had to wait until Bonnie was old enough. They were 6 years old when I woke them up in the middle of the night, telling them we were leaving. We ran away. And we never went back.”

She takes one last wind up before bringing the hammer down on the rock, shattering it into pieces. Nille sighs in relief, and you look at the remains in stunned silence.

“We found that old abandoned house, and made ourselves at home. I fixed it up and started looking for work around town. I had a few odd jobs, but never worked at one place for too long. I made this hammer when the local House offered a blacksmith workshop, which was easy since I was a blacksmith’s assistant for a few weeks. I wanted to have something to whack our parents with if they ever found us!”

She flourishes the weapon, and returns it to the strap on her back.

She taps her ear with the chip, “I got this when I was 15; same assistantship. I have bad hearing, so I couldn’t hear his warning in time. Swear my hearing is bad cause my parents yelled at me so much right in my face.”

You aren’t sure how to respond.

Nille has been traveling with you for a while now, almost as long as Bonnie was during your journey to find the orbs. But yet…she keeps to herself most of the time, only opening up around Bonnie. Maybe…she was afraid? She reminds you of Bonnie in a lot of ways, and maybe their shared past is why.

“I…I’m sorry you had to go through that,” you say with your face tucked into your cloak a little. “I can’t imagine what it must have been like, living on your own or with those awful people as a kid.”

“…yeah…” she says in a short manner similar to Bonnie. “…sorry for being rude to you guys…”

You’re surprised by this. “What?”

“I haven’t really let my guard down around you guys, because…well…you’re adults.” She elaborates. “I’ve always felt uncomfortable around older people, because I feel like they’re a threat. That’s particularly why I kept changing jobs.”

She stews on her words for a bit, and you ask her something while she does.

“Do you…not feel comfortable around us?”

Nille turns around and looks surprised. “Oh, no no…well…not like that! I know you guys wouldn’t hurt us…but…”

Nille lets out a shaky breath, and tears start to bead along her eyes.

“I…I just don’t feel like I should be here, ya know?”

Your stomach sinks.

(Of COURSE she feels that way! You’ve been leaving her partially in the dark for ages!)

(Stupid…can’t even properly welcome a new member anymore, huh?)

You open your mouth, but she cuts you off. “You’re a family! Bonnie seems to think so too, and…I don’t know…I just feel like I’m intruding, ya know? It’s not all your fault either, I’ve been keeping myself isolated. But…I feel like I just entered the party while it was in the middle of something…like, I’ll never be able to catch up.”

She tries to stifle her cries, but fails the more she tries.

You don’t know what to do…

Hesitantly, you go over to the poor girl, and lift a hand up towards her shoulder.

“Is it ok if I?…” You ask her softly, hoping she doesn’t smack you away.

She nods while gasping for breath, and you gingerly lay your hand on her shoulder.

Unexpectedly, she turns her head on your own shoulder, surprising you into a momentary paralysis. 

Like you did with Bonnie before, you give her a hug.

It’s strange, seeing Nille in such a vulnerable state. She’s been rather rough around everyone but Bonnie the whole trip so far.

(Maybe this means she’ll open up to the others too?)

(Like Bonnie said before, I bet she’d get along with Odile. Isa and Mira would also be great friends!)

Eventually, Nille pulls herself away and rubs her face clean of tears.

“Thank you,” she says with a congested voice, “I haven’t cried like that in…in a while now.”

“Well, I hope you feel a little better now.” You tell her with a warm smile. “And I want you to know, you are part of this family! You don’t have to open up right away for us to still care about you. Heck, it took Bonnie a while too!”

She chuckles a little, “Yeah…I wonder where they got that from…”

Her face looks almost…guilty or regretful. “Look. I really am sorry about all this. But…I think I’m ready to join the family now! Like…actually join it instead of just floating along. I think I’ve opened up PLENTY to you, but I still need to get to know the others.”

Nille looks up at the sky and jumps. “OH CRAB! WE STILL NEED TO ASK ABOUT THE SADNESSES!!!”

You’d almost forgotten about that!

“Let’s go then!” You say as you haul yourself out of the quarry alongside Nille.

You make it back to town, breathless from the race back down. A resident notices you two.

“Oh my! Were you two possibly running from one of those monsters?”

Seems you’ve already got a lead!

“Monsters? You mean the Sadnesses?” You barely get the words out between pants.

They look confused. “…Well I suppose they do look rather sad now you point it out…but yes! Those things have been roaming around for a while now. No idea where they keep coming from…”

Even though you don’t have a ton of evidence, you can feel it.

You were right.

They are still coming.

Nille straightens her back with a crack. “You see any patterns? Like, do they come in groups? Do they target any place in particular?”

The resident shakes their head, “No, not that I can think of. I was sure they’d be gone after the King was defeated…but I guess not.”

(So, they AREN’T just people defeated by the King…)

(But what other source could they be blinding coming from?!)

You both thank the person, and head deeper into town. The more people you talk to, the more you realize you’re correct in your hypothesis.

(Maybe Mirabelle and Odile will have some more information…)

The sun already seems to be setting by the time you find everyone again in the center of town.

“So,” Odile asks, “what did everyone find out?”

“It seems like there are still Sadnesses roaming around,” Isabeau says with a thoughtful expression. “What about you, ‘Age Alliance’?”

Bonnie looks up at Odile, who gestures for them to go ahead.

“Same thing! Seems like a lot of people thought they’d be gone after we kicked the King’s butt too.”

“Sure is bizarre…” Nille sighs. “I thought they were in limited supply.”

Now’s your chance to pitch your theory.

“I actually have a guess on what’s going on,” you pitch into the discussion, everyone’s eyes turning to you.

“We originally knew, or thought, Sadnesses came from the emotions of those defeated by the King. And it seemingly held up too through the whole House time and time again, as well as our initial journey. But…what if we only had half of the picture? What if there’s another source of the Sadnesses?”

“Like a Sadness factory of sorts?” Isabeau half-jokingly offers as an answer.

“Maybe,” you can’t help but feel like that’s the best answer you have for now.

“We should probably find the source and stop it from making more of that’s the case,” Odile states.

“Too bad we don’t know where they’re coming from…” Isabeau sighs.

“How about we keep traveling, and see if we find the source! We’re sure to stumble on it eventually.” Bonnie offers.

“Might as well,” you shrug, not seeing another option other than stalking Sadnesses around.

“Guess we can just turn in for the night, huh?” Nille yawns to drive her point home.

“Yeah…I guess so,” Mirabelle says, clearly still thinking about the Sadness situation.

-

Much like the night before and before that, you stay awake a little longer. This time you stare out the window of the inn room, looking at the stars once again.

(How did we miss the source of the Sadnesses?! Or…at least a source…)

You rub your eyes and let out a low growl of frustration. When you return your gaze to the night sky, something…feels off.

A chill runs up your spine as you swear a star just went out.

(That’s…not supposed to happen. Right?)

You stare a bit longer, but it’s hard to tell with your tired eyes if you were just seeing things.

(Too many mysteries for one day.)

You crawl back into your bed, and try to go to sleep. 

It’s hard with all the mysteries filling your head, but you are still Siffrin.

It only takes about a minute for you to fall asleep.

End of Chapter 3

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And Whole Cake Arc ends on a frame where Zeff on Baratie and Sanji on Sunny prepared the same dish. I would like to talk about the expecations I've originally had with this arc and also what I took from it in the end.

See, while reading on Zeff on TVTropes I've learned that Vinsmokes will be threatening him and the phrasing kinda, sorta made me think that Zeff and probably the rest of the Baratie cooks were taken from Baratie to Germa Kingdom. Since I've also read that at some point Sanji makes a cake to calm down Big Mom, I assumed that he will do it alongside his mentor. Later I even checked Zeff's page on One Piece Wiki and I stumbled upon the screenshot above, which only served as further proof of this assumption (although, this split screen seemed kinda suspicious). While the whole idea kinda intrigued me, I also thought that Zeff would probably put on some fight. I also imagined Baratie cooks in some dungeons that Straw Hats would have to at some point break them out.

But then I've read on the same One Piece Wiki that Zeff doesn't show up in person in Whole Cake Arc, but he is shown in flashbacks that showcase how Red Leg's moral teachings shaped Sanji into the good man he is now. Moreover, one of the flashbacks would be about how Zeff taught Sanji to never raise a hand at a woman and he specifically never hired any female cooks because he teaches cooking through kicking.

So I was looking forward for these flashbacks and for everything regarding Zeff. And I must say that all of it made me see him in a bit different light. Until now I mostly knew the terrible pirate captain, who nevertheless saved a little kid; and a reformed yet still hard-ass chef who believed in tough love and was telling his surrogate son horrible things to motivate him to leave. He certainly seemed fatherly but in my mind he would probably have hard time admitting that he cared for Sanji.

However, this arc - through Sanji - shows a different part of Red Leg Zeff. It shows a man who teaches a cabin boy in his care not just how to cook, but also how to be a good man. First we have the flashback with Zeff fixing Sanji's hands after a fight, and then this whole thing with not kicking women, which ends on Zeff telling Sanji: "Don't become someone I would hate." And finally, when asked by Judge why he saved Germa 66, Sanji replies that his father (Zeff) would be disappointed in him if Sanji held into the resentment towards his biological family and even laughed at their demise. Sanji even says that he wants to be able to look Zeff in the eye.

All of this reveals that Zeff raised Sanji as man who would not hold grudges, would not hit a woman and would use his hands for cooking and not for fighting.

And it got me thinking... how much of this Zeff believed before the island, and how much he decided to teach Sanji when they founded Baratie? Because remember - Sanji met Zeff when Red Leg attacked the cruise ship the boy was working at; and started to rob the passangers. I can believe that for a long time Zeff was a ruthless and terrible pirate captain and then the experience of extreme hunger made him reevaluate his life choices. The wish for a sea restaurant certainly can be considered Zeff's way to atone for his past sins; a way to do something better and be better. The fact that he now had to take care of a child could also factor into Red Leg's decision to change his ways. At the same time I wouldn't be surprised if the rule against hurting women was something Zeff believed before the island and it stemmed from, for example, his mother being the survivor of domestic abuse.

So definately I've got something to think about regarding Red Leg Zeff as a character.

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Tucker Foley’s terrible, awful, very bad day

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Tucker Foley’s terrible, awful, very bad day

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Tucker Foley’s terrible, awful, very bad day. 

This day could’ve been salvageable if it wasn’t for the blade he’d just taken through his chest. 

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It started like any normal bad day would start. By waking up late. 

He looked at his phone and it was already five minutes past when his first hour started. He shot up out of bed and started stumbling around, trying to get dressed and make sure he had everything he needed for the day. 

Stupid Technus for starting a fight with him at midnight. Stupid Technus for asking him a question that led to a discussion. Stupid Tucker for losing track of time. 

He transformed and flew through his ceiling. He normally didn’t like to fly to school but his mom wouldn’t let him hear the end of it if she found out he missed all of first period. 

And then he remembered he forgot to grab something to eat. 

He got to class and they were watching a movie. He missed a movie! But it made it impossible not to notice him as he walked in. The light from the hallway shone into the classroom and everyone’s heads turned to stare at him. 

“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Foley.” Lancer drawled out. “I’ll see you in detention this afternoon.” 

Tucker groaned and made his way back to his seat next to Sam and Danny. 

“Dude, where have you been?” Sam leaned forward in her seat as she whispered behind him as he sat down. 

Tucker yawned. “I overslept. I hope Lancer doesn’t call my mom.” 

“You’ve gotta figure your stuff out, man.” Danny whispered as he leaned across the aisle. “You miss class all the time now.”

Tucker rolled his eyes and slumped down in his seat. “Things happen. I don’t have anything I need to figure out.”

Danny shrugged. “If you say so.” 

~~~

The next bad thing that happened today was that Sam tried to introduce another new menu in the cafeteria. Today was the first day. Tofu. Which would’ve been fine, but the lunch ladies did not know how to cook tofu. It tasted like all they did to it was heat it up and then serve it just like that. Needless to say, he didn’t eat lunch that day. He sure was hungry though. 

“It’s wet, Sam.” Tucker frowned at her. 

“It’s tofu.” Sam said as she put another piece in her mouth.

“Yeah, but can’t you at least grill it?” Danny poked the tofu on his tray and it jiggled. “Or even season it?”

“At least it’s not garbage this time.” Tucker leaned his head into his hand and Sam rolled her eyes at them. 

Later towards the end of their lunch, Tucker got into an argument with Danny about whether or not hurting ghosts was morally right. Danny thought it was because ghosts didn’t care if they hurt you. Tucker countered it with only some ghosts didn’t care. The ones that did care just didn’t seem to make their way out of the ghost zone very often. 

“Ghosts don’t care about anything.” Danny complained, gesturing with his hand while he stabbed at his last piece of tofu. “All they do is come and terrorize us here in Amity Park.” 

“But aren’t there probably like, millions of ghosts in the ghost zone? They can’t all be bad. That’d be like assuming all men are bad. Or all gay people. There’s bad people in every demographic but that doesn’t mean the whole demographic is bad.” 

Sam stood up as the bell rang. “Tucker’s right. Obviously, a ghost needs to be dealt with if they’re causing problems but to hurt them intentionally just because they’re a ghost? That doesn’t sound right to me.” 

They headed towards the garbage cans and threw their food away. 

Danny stuffed his hands in his pockets and hunched up his shoulders. “Well, until I meet a ghost that doesn’t try to hurt or terrorize someone, I’m sticking with my guns on this.”

“Well, what about Ghouly?”

Tucker flinched when Sam said his name. They both knew how Danny felt about Tucker’s ghost half. He didn’t know why she kept trying to convince Danny of it when they both knew he wouldn’t change his mind. 

Danny scoffed. “He’s the worst of the worst. He puts on a mask to convince and manipulate everyone. I’d probably trust him the least out of all of them.” 

Tucker ignored the pitying look Sam shot him. 

He’d let Sam in on his secret the first time Danny had gotten a good hit on him. 

Tucker had been flying and chasing after another ghost when Danny had shot him in the shoulder from behind. 

His shoulder popped out and burst with pain. He had thought “screw it” and turned invisible to try to lose Danny. He wouldn’t be able to capture that ghost like this anyways. Danny could take care of it.

But where would he go? Tucker didn’t know if he could set it on his own. And he couldn’t go to the doctor’s office like this. As he flew through the air he could already feel his transformation pulling. He wouldn’t last long enough to get it popped in and leave before he detransformed if he went to the hospital. 

That left one option. 

He made his way across town to Sam’s house. He flew through her wall into her room and she looked up at him with big eyes and dropped the spoon she’d been using to eat apple sauce. 

“Ghouly?”  

He collapsed onto her bed heavily, wincing as his back hit the wall and jostled his shoulder.

“I need your help.” 

Sam sat up and nodded, her hands hovering in front of her. 

“What do I have to do?”

He pointed at his shoulder. “We have to pop this back in.”

“You want me to set your dislocated shoulder?!” 

Tucker nodded. “I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go.”

Sam frowned at him. “Why did you come here?” 

Tucker opened his mouth to respond but his transformation ring appeared around his waist. He pushed it back and it disappeared. Sam was staring at where it had been a moment ago. 

“We have to do this before I transform. The muscles are looser when I’m a ghost. It’ll be harder to pop back in in my human form.” 

“Your human form? What does-“

“Just hurry, please.” 

She studied him for a moment before nodding. “Okay.” 

“On the count of three?” Tucker looked up at her. She nodded. 

“One-“ She popped his shoulder back in and he saw spots in his eyes.

“What happened to two and three?!”

She shrugged. “I’ve always heard that doctors do that so you’re not so tense when it gets set.”

He closed his eyes. “Fair enough.”

Then he could feel his transformation pulling on his core again. He didn’t try to stop it because he knew it would keep fighting him. 

“Tucker?!” 

~~~

The last thing that happened that day was that Skulker just had to come back and try to hunt Danny down again. Tucker didn’t understand what his fascination with Danny was. He was a human! Why was the ghost zone’s greatest hunter so fascinated with hunting a human? 

Skulker was the only ghost that Danny actually helped Tucker fight instead of trying to use it to capture Tucker himself. He couldn’t get Tucker if he himself got captured and killed. So they worked as a team to get Skulker. 

Fighting Skulker also meant that Tucker missed his detention for today, so his mom was definitely going to be getting a phone call. 

“You take him from behind, I’ll get him from the front?” Danny called to him. Tucker nodded. He flew around out of view as Skulker flew up to Danny.

“What do you want this time, tin can?” Danny sneered at him. “Ready to lose another round?” 

“I’m here to claim your pelt and hang it on my wall.” Danny wrinkled his nose at that. 

“Why?” 

“You’re the greatest human ghost hunter!” Skulker bellowed. “What would it say about me if I couldn’t catch you? You’re my ultimate prize.” 

“Uh, what about the Fenton’s?” Danny asked him.

“Your buffoonish parental units do not even remotely compare.” And how did all the ghosts just know who Danny was straight out of the gate? 

Tucker could tell that Danny was rolling his eyes under his mask. “If they’re really buffoons, how did they make the working portal that you all seem to love so much?” 

“They-“ Skulker cut off as Tucker jumped at him. Sulker dodged and Tucker went flying past Danny. A maniacal smile spread over Skulker’s face and he pulled a blade out of his suit. He pulled his arm back and charged at Danny. 

“No!” 

Tucker threw himself in front of Skulker’s blade. He shoved Danny out of the way, sending him flying through the air. The blade pierced his chest and he could feel as it pushed its way through to the other side. 

He could hear Danny shouting. Then Skulker pulled the blade out. Tucker fell to the ground and lay there. Fighting sounds came from the sky above him and then everything went quiet. 

Then he was being rolled off of his side onto his back. His shoulders were being shaken and he opened his eyes a crack. 

Danny was above him. He had a strained expression on his face. Tucker could tell he didn’t understand why he would’ve sacrificed himself for Danny like that. They weren’t supposed to be close like that. He wasn’t supposed to matter to Ghouly like that.

His transformation ring appeared around his waist and Tucker breathed out a laugh. He guessed Danny would be understanding a lot sooner that Tucker would’ve expected. 

As the rings passed over his body he closed his eyes so he didn’t have to see the look of horror he thought would appear on Danny’s face. 

He heard a shout. It was probably his name. He thought somebody grabbed his shoulders again but he could feel himself drifting away. He was pretty tired. 

Then he felt his entire body shift and this time he definitely knew someone was holding him. He could tell he was safe. He could let himself drift off now. 

He hoped this would be the end of his terrible, awful, very bad day. Hopefully tomorrow would be better. 

[jawnlmablueorchid]

No one asked for this (well, someone did in a discord chat, but no one here on tumblr I mean xD), but I guess I will put it here anyway.

So there's like very little we know about mxy and if the rumours as to why he was kicked out of the Jin are legit or not, therefore, I thought I would share my opinion on the matter of mxy and jgy's whole ordeal.

What we know about how much mxy was or not into jgy is told to us by jl or wwx, I can no longer remember who exactly says it, but the point is that we knew that mxy had been kicked out of the Jin for harassment, and then later we learn that harassment had been towards jgy (allegedly). What we also know is that he is seen as a lunatic homosexual.

So rumours are terrible things, that being said, a rumour tends to be born out of base layer of truth, and then with years or with how much people want to be mean, it gets distorted or amplified. But the basis for a rumour is that it has to be in a way believable, it's can't just be koo koo bonkers. So I do 100% believe that he was gay, or at least into men, and that he was a little eccentric in personality. If he genuinely falls into the 'lunacy' side of things tho, eh. I am 50/50 on that, maybe after he got kicked out of the Jin and was in ana abusive household, he can lean further into that role.

Mxy gives up his body for wwx, in his letter he says he wants all those who have harmed him or something along those lines (I also can't remember the exact quote for this here) to be killed basically. And then he gets one cut on his arm for every person he has beef with. We learn that wwx's cuts are healed after he killed the entirety of the Mo family, which to me means that even though we know for a fact jgy kicked mxy out of the Jin, mxy hold no resentment against him.

The other important thing we most keep in mind for this is that jgy is a man who holds how people view him in very high regards. The way he acts and how people see him is carefully calculated so that people will like him. He was someone whose worth was always seen as inferior because not only was he one of jgy's bastards, he was also the con of a courtesan (which people then diminish to a whore). So jgy is out here playing life on hard mode, because he needs to make himself likeable enough that people can look past those things.

Another detail to keep in mind is that jgs brings mxy into the Jin mostly as a "fuck you" to jgy. I can't remember if he brings him before or after jzx dies, I will have to double check that, but I think it's after jzx dies.

And one last detail to keep in mind is that when mxy is kicked out of the sect, jgy was already married to qs, and therefore he already lived with the fact that she was his half sister, and the fear of being found out about the incest of their relationship.

There are all important details to keep in mind:

mxy is into men (something the jianghu is not very keen on)

mxy has no ill inted towards jgy (seeing as there was no cut for him)

jgy has will do anything to maintain his image

jgy is already involved in incest||

So you mind wonder, "Jon, why the essay on just if you believe if mxy was into jgy or not?", and to that I answer "You see my dear fellow, theses are all very important points because I believe the rumour is both truth as well as a lie."

-gasp- I know, how dare I have nuance and be complicated.

So see, I believe that when mxy joined the Jin, stuff was not easy for him. He was one of jgs' bastards, terrible position to be in. I think that based off what I know about jgy, jgy was very nice to him because a) he needs to be, and b) there would be some sympathy towards mxy's situation. We know that jgy is very nice and polite when interacting with other people, something we can assume is not something mxy experiences often, based off how the Mo family was abusive as well as him being a bastard in the Jin.

So I do believe mxy likes jgy. Jgy is his half brother who ACTUALLY treats him kindly. And also might I remind you, mxy is 14yo when he is brought into the Jin. He is just a kid, and jgy is family and nice. I too would enjoy hanging out with jgy!

The thing is right, I think the rumour started because mxy was also unapologetically into men. He acted as himself, which is a death sentence in the Jin, not even Jin Ling can run away from the bullying, mxy had no chance. So he is already labeled as a bit of a weirdo, and now he is always constantly hanging out with jgy? The son of a whore? Mmmm, me thinks there must be something fishy playing up.

So the rumours get amplified, they get out of control. And by that time, jgy is already actually engaging in incest. The last thing jgy needs right now as a new sect leader, as the chief cultivator, is to have people believe these rumours, believe he was do something that depraved, and then actually find out about the actual relation between him and his wife. Jgy is terrified of the actual thing being found out.

So he needs to put an end to the rumours. Rumours mxy is also aware of, and is aware would put a stain on jgy's image. And by this point mxy is much older, he is like between 16 or 18 yo. And jgy has given him no reasons to ever not like him.

So he leaves the Jin, because these rumours are getting out of control, they would damage jgy's image, as well as mxy's. And at this point mxy is a little bit obsessed with jgy but in that "You actually like me for me, I didn't know family could do that" sort of thing. To mxy jgy was probably the only family, so obvi he is not going to hate him for doing this when he could see how it would/was affecting him as well.

So tl;dr: Rumours need a basis to form, and they spiral out of control. Mxy's rumous of harassing jgy are not nonsensical lies, they were close, but it's not the truth either. They become even more powerful after mxy leaves the Jin, because people need to blame something/someone for something happening, and at this point jgy's rep is good enough, so mxy's is the one to suffer.

[ijustsitinacorner]

Each Black Butler Arc + Valerie Phantomhive

Warnings: Many Black Butler manga spoilers.

(From what I can best remember :’))

Pre-Black Butler Verse:

- Valerie was born in 1872

- Valerie was only 13 years old on the December 10th, 1885 incident.

- Being so busy with her enthusiastic and helping preparations that she had forgotten to get a gift for the twins. It led to her leaving the manor in secret and lost track of time in which when she returned; the manor was already in flames.

- Stayed with the Midford’s for the time being of the month O!Ciel was gone. She was absolutely depressed and devastated throughout that month.

- Was probably the only one that questioned what had happened to the spare. But knew Ciel would definitely not want to talk about or even go into details of what happened so she never asked.

- She assumed the worst had happened to the spare, Valerie loved both equally but was still grateful at least one survived.

General Black Butler Verse:

- Sebastian felt off to her, too good to be true vibe obviously.

- learned how to play the piano by Sebastian within the 3 years.

- Sebastian sometimes makes Ciel while in his violine lessons make the two duet together

(Totally did not think of Omori when I had this idea for Valerie).

- Valerie finding out Ciel named Finny “Finnian” it made her chuckle a bit.

Ciel: Is something funny?

Valerie: No…just the name you picked for our new servant is what I hadn’t expected.

Ciel: Why do I sense some judgment in the name I had picked out for him?

Valerie: Of course not. In fact, I find it sweet. Knowing you bestowed a name for a servant as unique as him after Fionn Cumhaill from Fenian Cycle. It was your favorite, you always read it over, and over again.

While Mey-Rin:

Sebastian: The sniper, is biologically female.

Valerie: …

Valerie: She’s hired.

Ciel: AFTER SHE JUST TRIED TO ASSASSINATE THE BOTH OF US?!

Valerie: YOU DONT UNDERSTAND CIEL WE DO NOT HAVE ANY MAIDS AND SHES PERFECT.

Sebastian: My lady does have a point; but hiring her immediately is not very wise…

Valerie: Then neither of you men understand.

Then, there was Bard:

- Valerie questions how the hell Sebastian managed to find an American man so quickly and how far a travel like that would have been.

Red Butler/Jack the Ripper Arc:

- Liked Charlotte at first but not Grell(e) causing such chaos and mistakes…

- Had to tolerate the mess.

Ciel: “Just why do I have to be your niece?!”

Madam Red: “Because dear, I’ve always wanted another girl!”

Ciel: “You’re kidding! Isn’t one enough?!”

Valerie: “Don’t you dare drag me into this!”

- Violence is never the answer; until someone inappropriately touches Lady Ciel.

- Sebastian had to reassure Valerie that the plan was going smoothly and to follow along.

- Valerie looked up to Madam Red, they both had a great relationship up till her death

- Dislikes the reapers.

Indian Butler Arc

- Someone as strong as Sebastian? That’s possible?

- Enjoys, and is grateful of Prince Soma’s company to Ciel. She believes that Ciel is in denial with their “friendship.”

Book of Circus Arc:

- Missing and brutally murdered women before, now missing children?! The hell is going on in the underworld?!

- Nothing seems too suspicious about this circus; just what are we supposed to look for?

- Valerie: there goes Sebastian putting on a show…say, can I also pet the tiger?

- Ciel: Are you insane?! Absolutely not!

- Valerie: I hate your allergy to cats sometimes Ciel..

- Stage name: ??? (Could not think of one for Valerie 😭)

- Yk that “WHAT?! THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY. TAKE A PICTURE!” Audio?

- That’s how Valerie felt when Ciel was pressured into forcing a smile.

- Valerie: Pft- So… smile…?

- Ciel: Don’t. You. Dare.

- Sebastian chuckling and muffled laughter heard as Ciel struggles TERRIBLY on that tightrope while Valerie’s anxiety has never been so high.

- Freckle face is Doll?!

- But then again Ciel did cross dress in the past so it’s not as strange…

- BUT HER PROOF OF BEING A LADY WAS NOT NECESSARY.

- *The Phantomhive siblings reading a whole lot of information in just one piece of paper*

- Are they a bunch of stalkers?! What kind of obsessive lunatic does this type of behavior?!

- The event in which Vincent Phantomhive took the twins when they were 8 and met Kelvin; 11 year old Valerie felt a gut wrenching unease about him and never understood why.

- Until now.

- Massive disgust, Ciel kill him now.

- Valerie: Pass the pistol Ciel.

- Ciel: Wh-What…?

- Valerie: I SAID PASS THE PISTOL.

(Safe to say Baron Kelvin was not only shot once :3)

(Jk Ciel wanted to be the first to kill him so Valerie didn’t get the chance, but this is a nice imagine)

(Exciting the Kelvin manor: in flames as ordered by Ciel to burn everything).

- Valerie felt terrible towards Doll, but it did not excuse the fact they were kidnapping children and supporting their “father’s” disgusting obsession.

- Doll did attempt to attack first, so if anything…it’ll be reasonable to eliminate what’s left.

Book of Murder Arc

- Learned French has its perks

- The Queens knights? Why would they be over here?

(Don’t remember much from this arc :’))

- Oh? A new servant? His name is Snake?

Book of Atlantic Arc:

- Valerie really thought it was going to be a family holiday but then realized it was another investigation ordered by the queen she was disappointed.

- Valerie pulled Ciel’s ear and scolded him for being cruel and impatient with Lizzie after he forcefully he ripped a layer of Lizzie’s dress. Lizzie did reassure her that it was also her childishness that he had a right to be upset.

- To not make Elizabeth feel lonely with her cute act. Valerie made a promise to Elizabeth when they were children. Both agreeing to wearing low heeled shoes and appearing fragile and weak.

- When on the deck and after Lizzie was knocked out. Valerie and Ciel almost had an argument since Ciel insisted on staying on the ship but promised to return alive and well.

- She hugged him and let him go, telling him not to do anything stupid while she went on the life boat.

- Valerie has faith in Sebastian, he himself reassured her that Ciel will be protected.

Mini-Easter event:

- Stared at Lizzie in shock of her mischievous idea of putting her egg on the top of the damn chandelier

- “Don’t you think that’s a bit unfair…?”

- “No, of course not! I have faith in Ciel and I trust he will win and get my egg!”

(I don’t remember anything in this little event :’) except Charles Grey breaking the window for a dramatic entrance-).

Public School Arc:

- Hearing the idea of going to a pubic school undercover sounded exciting to Valerie until she realized she had to do something about her chest.

- Faking her voice with only few days of practice before heading to the actual school since she as well as going undercover

- Seeing Ciel act like a boy his age felt strange yet reassuring to Valerie

- Valerie: Don’t you believe you’re overworking Sebastian? He’s a professor and he can’t be doing your tasks-

- Ciel: Don’t worry; he’ll be fine

(When Soma pulled up on an elephant)

Valerie: Ciel isn’t that your friend?

Ciel: SHHHHHWHDHDH

(That one second time Ciel had committed arson)

Valerie: Well…would you look at that.

Valerie: You have skills in throwing a lantern through the violet wolf house window from this distance, but don’t have the skill for knife throwing?

Ciel: Darts and knife throwing are two different things, Valerie.

(During cricket idea and strategies)

- Valerie “Laxatives in the meat pies?! Wouldn’t that be-”

- Ciel: “Cheating? Yes. But do you have any other better ideas better than the A to Z?

- Valerie: “You mischievous and cunning yet clever boy…always somehow getting what you want.”

- Valerie: “He reminds me of father honestly.”

(Midnight Tea Party)

- Undertaker being the headmaster was NOT what I had expected…

Emerald Witch Arc:

- Learning German with Ciel was an interesting thing to imagine.

- Seeing him struggle to properly speak and understand Sullivan was amusing to her

(She knew damn well she shouldn’t be laughing because hers was also equally as bad).

- Sullivan grabbing Ciel by the…yk definitely shocked both siblings.

- Valerie questions what the hell these women have been teaching this girl.

- Had the most smug smile on her face seeing Ciel offer a hand to Sullivan and his offer of friendship, he’s finally making friends.

- During the Emerald Witch Arc when Ciel wasn’t really acting as his earl self; she was beside Finny and helping him take care of Ciel (she also cried because it had been so long since she had seen Ciel cry as well as seeing him in such a hurt state).

- When after hearing the idea of Ciel wearing Sullivan’s dress to trick the ladies in the plan of fleeing the village, she was covering her mouth and snickering the entire time.

- Women in tanks?! The hell did they get the war equipment from?!

- Valerie and Elizabeth had the times of their lives teaching Sullivan the ways of a lady.

(For those who remember; Ciel was also dragged into it).

- She secretly adored Sullivan, and was a bit taken back when she had cut her hair till chin length.

Blue Cult Arc:

(FROM WHAT I CAN REMEMBER 😞)

- When Valerie heard Ciel’s idea of creating the Phantomfive, has he officially gone insane?

- Withdrawal of blood plus a music group…putting two and two together it doesn’t sound as bad.

- EDWARD IS APART OF IT? WHAT TYPE OF BRIBERY DID CIEL HAVE TO INCLUDE HIM TOO?

- Oh when aunt Francis finds out she is pulling that boy by the ear for being improper…

- When Valerie found out about R!Ciel, of course she was in denial at first.

- Shamefully also lied Elizabeth’s whereabouts and was helping her actually.

- She didn’t exactly turn her back on O!Ciel instantly. As mentioned before she loved both of her younger brothers equally.

- If Valerie was given more time to critically think, more time to speak to O!Ciel and understand why he would do something like that.

- Maybe things would have been different.

Blue Memory Arc: (just some of Valerie’s memories rather than Ciel’s)

- Did get spanked by Rachel Phantomhive/her mother for sneaking into the kitchen and grabbing dessert for herself and the twins before dinner. Tanaka also probably scolded her.

- Valerie when she was younger always found her mother’s hair to be gorgeous. She didn’t like inheriting the current color from her father…

- “I COULD HAVE HAD MOTHER’S BLOND HAIR?!”

- Valerie was once that little girl that wanted to marry her father, in which when told that logically she could not, little Valerie refused to marry anyone else

- Was going to be in an engagement with Edward Midford but Lizzie and Ciel were already enough.

- her mother and aunt Anne were amazing role models too

- Despite Undertaker’s strange appearance and behavior; Valerie when she was a child wasn’t too frightened since he cares about all the Phantomhive’s and was friendly.

- When O!Ciel was diagnosed with asthma; he had to stay inside most of the time. In which Valerie was also inside due to lessons/tutoring.

- Was very much a victim of Elizabeth’s dress up games even when she was younger.

- Fencing with Lizzie when she was old enough was fun since Lizzie was just as much of a natural prodigy as Valerie. Making their levels equivalent and more of a fun experience.

- (Edward is terrified of both of those girls when together).

- Valerie whenever she could, would spend time with O!Ciel so he wouldn’t feel too lonely. O!Ciel would feel guilty because it would impact her schedule; but she said she would rather spend time with him than those “boring” lessons and tutoring.

(^ It was most likely chess they play, in which O!Ciel would win most of the time).

- Despite her aunt Francis being as equivalently strict with her, Edward, Elizabeth, and Ciel(‘s). It sometimes felt as if she was the strictest with her since she is the current Lady Phantomhive. Valerie is aware that her aunt was the previous Lady Phantomhive.

- Supported ??? idea of creating a toy company and found the idea to be adorable! But Ciel on the other hand didn’t take it very well…after some comforting from Valerie and their mother, the worries slightly went away.

- Daddy’s girl or Mama’s girl? Nuh uh she was both.

- O!Ciel and R!Ciel (when they were kids) when not clinging onto their mother or father, would cling onto their older sister.

- Days when mother, father, and Sirius were alive…it felt more lively…

- I was happy…yet…why am I not know after finding out something so major?

- Am I that terrible of an older sister?

Blue Revenge Arc:

ERROR…ERROR…

Where did the Lady Phantomhive go…?

[lostusagis]

@jiraipink asked:

"So there I was. Ready to meet my client. When all of a sudden... JUMPSCARE! It was that donkey Okita!" She was at the I Hate Okita Club with Kagura where she was telling the story of what happened recently about the slimy cop they both hate. Kamui was here too, which she felt wholeheartedly thankful for his presence. Thank God he chose today to visit her. Angrily munching on the cookies she brought over for them to enjoy.

"Ugh can you believe it? That scumbag set up a date for us using a fake name so I wouldn't decline. I got him to be blacklisted, but it wouldn't surprise me if he comes up with ANOTHER fake name." She crosses her arms while heaving out a large sigh and shakes her head. Nails slightly digging into the fabric of her sleeves upon remembering the sword he was carrying. That could've went really bad since she was by herself, but luckily nothing terrible happened... Maybe not yet. Maybe that was only the beginning. Perhaps this is what he wanted; to instill unease and paranoia of being a rental girlfriend at the possibility of meeting up with a dangerous guy. Fucking asshole. Man. He really wasn't kidding about making her life a living hell.

"It's times like those that I wish I was as strong as you two..." Another sigh. Why does she have to be so weak? Okita could've done whatever the hell he wanted... Like those samurai... Damn it. She hates being so weak. Damn it all. Her facial features tightening as she stared down at her lap. This was clearly bothering her a lot.

Kagura was really glad she decided to make a new club, since the original one was just made for petty reasons. She did, actively, hate the guy known as Okita Sougo. So every hateful word spoken about him was meant wholeheartedly. When she said something mean about her brother, it was just out of pettiness and annoyance. She has never hated him. He was just a dumbass.

With this club though, Kamui was able to join in too. Although, Kagura was unsure if he even hated Okita. He seemed more on the neutral side, even if he had said he wanted to kill him. But he had helped when Namida had the idea to tie that bastard up. It probably depended on Namida.

Well, Kagura immediately got her answer with the bomb she dropped. She ended up choking on the cookie she was eating. When she managed to swallow it properly, she gasped for air before finally talking.

''That bastard did WHAT?!'' Kagura wouldn't even put it past that sadist to pull something that ridiculous. Likely to get her back for what happened.

She looked over at Kamui, and he had a rather murderous aura radiating off of him. It was unsettling given how he smiles, that often gave her the creeps.

''I'll kill him.'' Naturally, that was Kamui's answer for everything. However, this time around it would cause a lot of trouble.

''Kamui, if you kill a member of the Shinsengumi it'll end badly for me too because they know we're related. I hate the guy, but killing him is a bad idea.'' Kagura would sigh out, hands running down her face in dread.

Stupid sadist. . . . she wished he would drop dead.

Kamui did look over at Namida, noticing her unease. He had remembered that on occasions they spent time together when going out, she was really wary of samurai. Even Gintoki who was pretty harmless. He assumed it had something to do with the time she got attacked by a group of them, that Kamui ended up killing. Regardless, it did lead to him moving closer to her and wrapping his arms around her, pulling Namida into a tight hug.

Normally, Kagura would have gotten annoyed over the PDA between them but it looked like her brother was trying to make her feel better. Which was why she hadn't uttered any complaints.

''Don't let that guy make you feel bad about yourself, he just takes advantage of his authority.'' He would say to her, ''I still don't think you're weak, since you didn't just let him get away with what he wanted to do.''

Kagura would nod in agreement, ''Yeah, yeah. But if he does try anything, just call one of us up to take care of him. I'm used to getting into fights with that bastard. He tends to do really evil crap, so you gotta be careful.'' She still wasn't over the guy nearly getting her killed just because he figured out she was faking being sick.

''I'm sure your boyfriend there would stop everything he's doing just to come save you like some twisted, bloodthirsty version of prince charming.''

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I find this really funny because im very much an atheist.

I just enjoy exploring "traditional" and "normal" stuff in fiction and fantasy. It actually helps me cope with alot of my religious trauma.

And it was vague on purpose, and i think its more of a red flag that youve just assumed im like that just because you dont understand why i submitted this post. You sound a lot more judgemental than the "conservative christian vibes" i seem to give off.

Tbh this submission was a while ago and i dont exactly remember the details for the reasoning for how i worded this or what i had in mind for each sentence when i did

But i like a variety of things. I just think its an incredible double standard when your praised for enjoying and exploring sex (but not too much apparently but that a whole other issue) gore, horror, lgbt, witchcraft and all that other stuff that usually get censored or treated as "bad" (mostly in the past now) in fiction

But when you want to enjoy the more "normal" stuff you're called boring and assumed to be the kind of person who will call you a "freak" for so much as owning a dildo.

Like i said i want to support queers, and people with alternate lifestyles (which is what they are called because the nuclear family stuff is still considered to be normal by default), and i know that many people whose lives are like that have issues with the "normal". So did i for the longest time. They have so much of a problem with it that they treat the "normal" as the new "bad". And apparently enjoying it or even living like that (which i do not personally only enjoy it in fiction) are somehow automatically terrible people.

Do you understand now? Have i made it less vague for you? And this wasn't even the only thing i had in mind making that post. This can go for a lot of different topics.

I find it especially silly because it is all just fiction. I dont need to only like the "weird" stuff in fiction. I dont need to shape my fictional worlds and societies in a "progressive" manner.

I was gonna say its funny because people only care if it from anything in america from anywhere in the 1900's, but then i remembered that you are apparently not allowed to think royalty or knights or the medieval times as interesting or cool... because idk england and the dead queen/current king or something. I never heard shit about it until she died tbh then suddenly enjoying fantasy royalty was "problematic"

Posting since this is a response to this ask.