#He sets out to be a loner by choice

[hpdabbles]

Fanfic Idea: In Plain Sight

Harry Potter time travels to his first year at Hogwarts. It was entirely not on purpose. He had been preparing to ask Ginny to marry him when he awoke in his old cupboard. The night before, he had gone for a few drinks with his friends and had them help plan the perfect proposal.

He was expecting a killer hangover the next day, not the familiar sight of stairs or the dread-screeching voices of his aunt's family. He was dragged out of his cupboard to prepare breakfast before he could process what was happening.

Going through the motions, Harry was halfway done with the bacon before some grease splashed his hand. The sting was enough to snap him out of it. He had placed the pan down on the stove, turned to look at the family of three, and spoke in a deadly serious voice, "I'm leaving, and when I'm gone, the magic people will come for you."

Of course, that got his uncle in a twist, but with one hand wave, the man was inflated like a balloon. Harry wasn't the best at wandless magic around, but he never forgot the feeling of what he did to Marge and practiced until he could do it endlessly.

While his aunt was screaming, and Dudley, who, based on how young he appeared, never even knew magic was real, was crying, Harry walked off to collect his things. He took everything out of the cupboard and simply left.

He walked right through the front door, leaving it open behind him. Ignoring the woman peeking over the fence, Harry made it all the way down the street before he thought about what to do.

He had already fought a war. Had done more than his share for the Magic world. Had died for them. And now magic demanded he do it all over again?

Being forced to do this felt a lot like his name coming out of the Goblet of Fire.

When Harry was fourteen, he thought he could do nothing against a magical contract. He knew better now. He had other choices. If he had given up his name- as most magic depends on them- he would been able to escape the Triwizard tournament.

Harry Potter would never walk through Hogwarts halls, not in this timeline.

There was a spell that Ron had been working on, helped by Hermonie's muggle education and Harry's willingness to be his test subject.

Ron claimed it would sink into the genes and pull on the traits of his past ancestors. He originally created it to try and get back magical bloodlines like metamorphmagus and Parselmouths because, in his words, "they can be recessive traits!" and Harry had found that well his friend hadn't been able to get lost magical abilities he was able to tug on the genes in charge of his appearance.

This is how he can make sure no one would force him to be the Chosen One ever again.

He needed to find a wand, and he knew just the vendor who could sell him one—a wandmaker who may not be on Garrick Ollivander's level of mastery but one all the same.

A certain werewolf, Harry, had illegally helped escape the werewolf collection unit right after the war. It would be helpful if he had all the money he knew was waiting for him in the Potter and Black vaults, but if Harry wanted to hide, he needed not to have any form of connection to himself.

That includes not touching the gold his family left him. Thankfully, he knows not just a werewolf wandmake but the location of some sunken treasure that he could easily collect before the discovery can be made.

He also knows how much money some venom from Acromantula values on the market and the gold he'll get from a specific monster locked away in a secret chamber. He won't be one of the wealthiest men in magical Europe, but he will be more than comfortable.

Now, while he would like to change his name altogether, the magic that had written him into the Book of Admittance wouldn't allow it. He has to go by a name that he has since birth.

He discovered a loophole while helping Hogwarts rebuild and never told anyone about it. Now, he can use it for his own.

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On September 1st, 1991, the new batch of students arrived at King's Cross, excited to start their journey. A few are glancing around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the famous Harry Potter, who will be starting school too.

All their eyes pass over a young red-haired, hazel-eyed boy who strides into the train station wearing muggle clothing. He is pushing his cart of supplies, dodging families and students with soft steps. Despite the speed at which he rushes towards the train, there isn't an ounce of fear on his face or nervousness in his movements. He passes a family of redheads, more orange than his ruby locks, but despite the quick glance, he doesn't stop.

He merely finds a seat in the far back of the train, sets up his things in a way that implies he's saving the seats to discourage anyone from asking to sit with him, and settles in for a nap. By the time the train is ready to leave, and halfway to the school, the boy has not spoken a single word to anyone.

Eventually, his rest is disrupted by Hermione and Neville, who are looking for the latter's missing toad.

"I'm Hermione Granger, by the way." She says to the half-asleep redhead, "And this is Neville Longbottom. Who might you be?"

The boy offers her a small smile. "My name is James Evans. Nice to meet you."

After all, Harry Potter was his name, just like James was his middle name, and Evans was his second last name. He had claims to it since his mother was a magical Evans, and the Book of Admittance could accept that.

James Evans and Harry Potter had acceptance letters written by the Quill of Acceptance, and both owls were sent out. When one answered, the other was marked with the same results, so Hogwarts had an extra boy they never knew was not supposed to be there.

When the sorting started, there was an uproar, and despite being called up, Harry Potter never stepped out of the crowd. It was an even bigger show when they realized he wasn't there. While everyone wondered when the Boy Who Lived had gone, no one noticed an assumed muggle-born sitting comfortably at the Ravenclaw table chewing on his dinner.

Ravencalws tend to get overlooked, but James knows they are the perfect hiding place for all his knowledge of the rest of his class. His muggle upbringing couldn't be traced by anyone in the magical world (Most didn't understand that muggles did, in fact, keep records of many things). He could make anything up, and no one would be the wiser.

James was going to have a typical Hogwarts experience if it killed him.

[evaslytherpuff]

Press Play: Part 2

18+ Theo Nott X Innocent F!Reader (College AU)

Plot: You were just trying to do your duties as a Prefect. After catching Theo stealing from the potions closet, you had no choice but to report him. Now, Theo is out for revenge! You become his latest target and he’s willing to do anything to make sure you learn your lesson. Never snitch on a Slytherin.🐍

CW: Blackmail, Toxic Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Manipulation, Mirror Sex, Teasing, Biting, Spanking (a smidge), Fingering, Tit F***ing, Oral (M!receiving), Dub-Con, Recorded interactions without consent! This story is not intended for Minors! Read at your own risk!

You showed up at his dorm exactly at 9pm the following night. He opened the door for you like a gentleman and you slowly stepped inside. He had prepared for your arrival hours ahead of time, making sure everything was perfectly in place, setting up his hidden camera once again. He had spent most of his day secretly watching you, studying you and your activities, trying his best to learn more about you. He thought you were a loner, at first, until he found out you have a small group of friends. He didn’t know any of them but there was one that kinda…irked him. A guy that seemed to be trying to get close to you. Theo couldn’t help but laugh at the fool. You were completely oblivious to the guy’s advances and ignored him when he tried to flirt with you. It gave Theo a rush, especially after what happened last night.

“How was your day?” He asked as you stood in the middle of the room. It took you a moment to notice his latest addition. Your brows drew together as you stared at your reflection in the full length mirror positioned along his wall.

“It was fine…until now. What’s the mirror for?” You asked softly.

“You’ll see. Strip for me, Bella.” He demanded with a firm but gentle tone as he moved to stand behind you.

You let out a shuddered breath as you kept your eyes locked on your own face in the mirror in front of you.

“Theo…I really am sorry for snitching on you. I hope you know that.” You pursed your lips as you removed your robe and let it flutter to the floor.

“I know, but I faced expulsion because of you. I forgive you but…I still want this. No matter what you say.” He whispered in your ear and your eyes shut in defeat.

You slowly removed your top to expose the undergarments you chose to wear for tonight and Theo smiled to himself as he took in your reflection. You kicked off your shoes but then hesitated to remove your skirt, your hands hovering over the zipper at your lower back. Theo took a few steps closer to you and pressed his body against yours. He reached down to pinch the zipper of your skirt and undo it himself. He wasn’t in the mood for hesitation and needed to see you completely bare for him as soon as possible.

His eyes bored into yours as you both stared into the mirror. He swallowed hard as his gaze roamed over every inch of your tantalizing body. Red. The color you chose to wear under your uniform was bright and vibrant. It screamed look at me and he was definitely drinking you in.

“That’s such a beautiful color on you.” The timbre in his voice tickled your ear and you shivered against him, your nipples growing stiff through the fabric of your bra. You decided to wear a silk demi-cup with pretty ruffles along the edges and a skimpy red thong to match. Your black knee high stockings added the cherry on top to your alluring appearance. Theo pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He needed to feel your skin pressed against his.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day. I know exactly what I want to do tonight.” He murmured against your temple as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. You turned your face away from him and he chuckled.

“So shy, I fucking love it. You look so sexy tonight. Did you get all dressed up for me?” He asked teasingly.

“N—no! I—I dress up for myself sometimes. It makes me feel good. It’s…a way to build my confidence.” You said proudly with your chin jutting out.

“Well then, I’m glad you chose to be confident tonight.” He shifted to drag his knuckles along your spine and you gasped, arching away from him. He continued to caress up and down your back and watched as your eyes closed in bliss. His fingers trailed down to unclasp your bra then back up over your arms to pull down the silky straps. The material fell from your body and became another piece of decoration on his bedroom floor. He moved in closer and palmed the back of your head, tilting it forward. You were staring at the carpet now and your body was trembling in anticipation. He kissed the back of your neck as his hands snaked around your body to cup your breasts. You moaned softly as you clenched your hands into little fists. He continued to kiss and leave wet trails with his tongue down your spine. His hands and fingers were busy playing with your displayed tits. He got down on his knees behind you and kissed your lower back from hip to hip. He placed a long and firm kiss below your tailbone and you moaned loudly.

“That guy you hang out with…are you interested in him?” He asked as he breathed against your skin.

You hesitated to answer him so he gripped your breasts even harder, making you yelp.

“I—I don’t know. He’s…he has always been nice to me but…I’m not sure he’s what I want.” You murmured as you wiggled in his hands.

“What do you want? Do you even know, Bella?” Theo asked as he released your pretty chest and ran his palms down your body then stopped at your hips. He used his fingertips to toy and tease the waistband of your panties.

“I want…excitement. I want passion. It’s something…that I’ve always desired.” You whimpered as he yanked your thong down to your ankles.

“He can’t provide that for you. Even I can see that.” Theo growled against the flesh of your ass.

“Do you think I want blackmail? I’m here…because if I’m not…you’ll release that video of me.” Your fists were still clenched and your jaw joined them in tension.

“That’s correct. But…judging by your lust filled reactions…I’d say you want this very much. If he flirts with you. Turn him down! Do you understand?” Theo asked abruptly as he bit into your plump ass cheek. You cried out and tried to push him away but he held you firmly by your hips. He yanked you close to him again and delivered a swift slap to your other cheek. He looked at the bite mark he left behind as he stood up to wrap his fingers around your neck and pull you against his body, his erection digging into your back. You fought against him, your nails digging into his forearm, but he noticed the slick arousal dripping down your thighs in the mirror.

“Wh—why? Are you—jealous, Theo?” You snarled through gritted teeth and he laughed.

“No. I just don’t want that fucker to ruin my plans with you.” He sneered.

“You’re sick! You know that right?” You scowled as he leaned in to kiss your jaw then lick down your neck, stopping at your shoulder.

“Maybe so, but I’d say you’re pretty sick too, Cara Mia.” He grinned wickedly as his eyes dipped to your wet pussy.

“I’m not! I would have this reaction with anyone! It’s perfectly natural!” You growled and struggled against him but his free hand slid down the front of your body and his fingers slipped between your soaked folds. You whined as he pulled you closer and forced you to stare into the mirror.

“Look at what I do to you. You’re like this because of me…and you know it.” He smirked cockily as you scowled at both of your reflections showcased in the mirror. You grew quiet and didn’t argue, you just chose not to look at him again. He was starting to learn your habits. You wouldn’t look at him every time he was right. This was fine by him. The less arguing, the better.

He kissed your temple as his thumb rubbed against your pulse and his other fingers continued to stroke and tease your aching cunt. More of your juices traveled down your legs as you writhed against him and bit back moans. He pressed his body into yours and pushed you further towards the mirror. Theo turned your head so you were forced to look at your reflection.

“If you don’t want to look at me, at least watch yourself, Tesoro.” He breathed against you before nibbling on your earlobe. You swallowed hard against his palm but still refused to open your eyes. He sighed heavily with a slight shake of his head then pinched your clit between two of his fingers, making you cry out. Your eyes flashed open in an instant and blinked rapidly over what you were seeing. His fingers were working you into a dripping mess, his other hand was wrapped comfortably around your throat, and your body was perfectly flushed with arousal.

“Look at you. So fucking gorgeous. Every inch of you is delectable, it drives me wild, your body is absolutely beautiful. While you’re with me, don’t ever hide that.” He released your neck to wrap his arm firmly around your chest and added more pressure to your pussy with his diligent fingers. You moaned loudly and tossed your head back against his shoulder. He took this open opportunity and started to kiss and suck on your exposed neck. He groaned and snarled against your skin as he pulled you even tighter into his body. He worked his fingers from your clit to your aching entrance and back up again. His strokes became more aggressive while he picked up his pace. Your mouth was hung open as you started to tremble. Theo was sure that you would be on the floor right now if he wasn’t holding you up. Your moans and whimpers had his cock twitching in his pants and he was trying desperately to restrain himself.

Reluctantly, he removed his hand from your soaked pussy and pulled you down with him to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. You were wedged between his legs and he placed both of his hands under your knees to spread your thighs open to show off your pretty cunt.

“Would you look at that…so damned beautiful.” He whispered in your ear as he rested his head on your shoulder. Now, he had a perfect view of everything he wanted to see as you sat in front of him.

“Show me…how you touch yourself.” He demanded as your eyes grew wide.

“What?” You asked in surprise.

“What? You thought I would help you finish? Ah ah ah, Sweetheart. You’re going to please yourself…for me.” He grinned before gently pressing his lips to your neck. Your pulse was clearly pounding as you gulped due to his request. You shut your eyes and sighed before moving a shaky hand to your wet pussy. You were so hesitant but he decided that he wouldn’t push you and would let you go at your own pace. Your fingers dipped to your entrance before you slid them back up to your clit. You repeated these motions at a slow and steady pace, biting your lip as you watched yourself in the mirror.

“Just pretend I’m not here. Let go and don’t hold back, Bella.” He cooed against the damp skin of your neck. You appeared to be eager to listen to him because your fingers started to tease your pussy even faster. Theo’s hand moved to grasp your hip while the other reached around to toy and pluck at your nipples.

“I—I thought—you weren’t helping.” You moaned as you dipped two fingers into your core and began to fuck your own hand. You used your thumb to rub and stimulate your clit and Theo was riveted by your enthusiasm. His cock was achingly hard, dripping precum in his pants, as he watched you plunge your fingers in and out of your tight hole. Your head thrashed against his shoulder as you came around your fingers with a cry of pleasure.

Theo’s mind was in a whirlwind. He wanted to throw you to the floor and ruin you, fuck you so hard and deep that you couldn’t walk afterwards. He knew, deep down inside, he couldn’t do that. Not just yet. He was having way too much fun with you and didn’t want to rush this.

You sat there catching your breath as he stood up behind you. He tugged down his pants and smiled in relief once his aching cock was free from its confinement. Your eyes practically bulged from your pretty head when you noticed his naked body in the mirror. You covered your eyes as you turned bright red and he couldn’t help but chuckle. That’s right! You didn’t get to truly see him the last time, he was kneeling on the floor after all.

“What’s the matter, Tesoro?” He teased and pet the top of your head while you blushed and kept your face covered.

“You…you’re um. Big.” You mumbled through your palms and he grinned.

“Don’t worry. I’m still going easy on you. I won’t take your virginity…yet.” He smirked as he crossed to his bed and grabbed a few pillows. He placed them on the floor beside you and noticed how you gingerly removed your hands from your eyes and tilted your head a little to watch his movements. Curious little kitten, he thought. He even laid down a blanket to make things more comfortable for you. Afterwards, he moved behind you once more and placed his hands on your shoulders. He helped you lie down on the makeshift bed and stood over you, your eyes wide with wonder. He kneeled down on the floor to straddle your quivering body and smirked when he noticed your frantic breathing.

“Wh—what are you going to do?” You asked timidly.

“Just trust me.” He reached forward to hold your jaw in his hand and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you, Nott and that isn’t very far.” You huffed and all he could do was laugh.

“My, what attitude! Let’s see how long that lasts tonight, Bella.” He sneered as he pushed you down onto the pillows. You gawked as he gently sat on your torso, placing his stiff cock on your chest.

“Do as I say, Tesoro. Push your tits together. Press them against my cock.” His voice was husky and leaden with lust as he watched you obey and enfold his length with your breasts. He smiled down at you with arrogance and power running through his veins before he spit on your boobs. You frowned but didn’t protest as he started to rock his hips against your body. Your tits felt glorious against his throbbing dick and his head fell back on his shoulders with a drawn out moan. He increased his movements and took in how you were starting to get into the thrilling situation. Your eyes were locked on the head of his cock as it disappeared then presented itself again between your boobs. Your hands began to squeeze and fondle your chest as you licked your lips. This sight alone made him want to spill all over you but he held back. It’s too soon, I need more!

He spit down where your bodies met once more and began to thrust into your breasts even faster. You were riveted by his movements as you rubbed and toyed with your own nipples. He smirked down at you between panting breaths as he pried your mouth open with his thumb.

“Keep it open, Bella. Suck…on my cock…as I fuck…your pretty tits!” He ground out between the rocking of his hips. He snatched up an extra pillow and leaned forward a bit to place it under your head with the others to prop you up even more. He continued to ride your chest but now, each time his cock revealed itself between your boobs, the aching and dripping head entered your awaiting mouth. You were unsure of yourself at first but after a few moments, you sucked on him eagerly, moving your breasts against him all on your own as he stilled his hips. He was in awe of you and caressed your cheek as you continued to suck him off. Would it be so bad if she was…mine? He thought as he gazed into your heavy lidded eyes.

He released your face to lean back slightly and run his fingers through your delicate folds. You moaned loudly around the head of his cock as he continued to buck into your hungry mouth. He inserted one finger and you released him with a pop, your breath’s growing frantic.

“Theo…more, please!” You begged as you worked your hips against his hand, your wet pussy soaking his finger. He nodded with a groan and increased the pace of his thrusts and his fingers.

“Fuck, yes! Ke—keep going, Tesoro! Open that pretty mouth wide for me!” Theo growled through gritted teeth, delving his finger even deeper into your dripping cunt. He found your sweet spot and curled his finger inside your clenching heat while his thumb rubbed circles over your clit. Your moans were wild and became in sync with his as they echoed through the room. Things felt absolutely amazing yet so out of control. The bucking of his hips against your tits, the feel of your mouth over the head of his cock, the way your pussy squeezed his finger. The entire moment was mind blowing and Theo felt like something inside himself was about to crack. He was becoming addicted to you and knew that if he continued down this path…it would be devastating…for everyone.

“Dammit, Theo! I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!” You cried out as you came around his finger. Your nails dug into the flesh of your perfect boobs as your climax hit you in waves. Your sweaty body convulsed under him and the look in your eyes had him stuffing his soaked fingers into his mouth and using the other to reach around and hold the back of your head as he spilled into your mouth. He never took his eyes off of you as he pumped his load down your throat, his growls and pants muffling your sounds of surprise. Once he was sure he was spent, he pulled his cock from between your swollen lips. He rolled off of your chest and decided to lay beside you. You gulped then wiped your lips as you tried to catch your breath.

“Good, you swallowed it all, Mia gattina. Theo said proudly as he rolled to his side. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his exhausted body but you were staring daggers into him.

“Are you—are you trying to cuddle?” You jolted away from him but he held you firmly in place.

“So what if I am? Are you…protesting?” He narrowed his eyes at you and you quickly shook your head, knowing what would happen if you refused him. He curled up on the floor with you and buried his face in your hair. What was it about you that made him want you so badly? It seemed to be developing into more than just sex and he didn’t know how he felt about that. It was all very confusing. You also didn’t seem genuinely interested in him which he thought was crazy. Sure he was blackmailing you, but he treated you like a goddess when you were with him. He wanted you to feel good. These conflicting feelings weren’t him. He was usually cold and detached. He’d sleep with a girl and call it a night but you…he wanted to keep coming back for more.

“Let's get you cleaned up. Come with me.” Theo stood up and reached his hand out to you. You reluctantly slipped your hand into his with a roll of your eyes. He chuckled as he helped you get up from the floor and escorted you into his bathroom. Your eyes roamed the small space as you moved to hug yourself while he prepared the shower for you. You reached down to slip off your stockings and Theo smiled over his shoulder.

“How…do you have all of this?” You asked softly as you tested the water’s temperature to see if it was to your liking.

“Money talks, Bella. Even at Hogwarts. I paid extra for a private dorm. I got tired of sharing one with the guys, I needed…privacy.” Theo shrugged as you stepped into the shower stall then he followed behind you.

“Wait! You’re getting in with me?” You gasped as he slid the glass door shut. He simply nodded and reached for a washcloth that was hanging behind you. He quickly lathered it up with soap and you flinched as he turned you around and pressed his chest against your back. He dragged the cloth between your breasts and proceeded to clean your body for you. Theo couldn’t fight the feelings that were washing over him along with the warm water. This was just supposed to be blackmail, a way for him to enjoy himself with you with no strings attached, but here he was…growing fond of you. You, being here with him, it felt…right. Your shower together was slow and sensual and a part of Theo thought that you actually might have enjoyed yourself. He made sure he took his time, even kissing your skin occasionally as he helped you bathe.

After your shower, the two of you dried off and got dressed in silence. Theo wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. He felt tongue tied for the first time in his life. Again, situations like this didn’t happen to him. You were devastating in the most intoxicating way. If he was starting to feel some sort of connection…were you as well?

“Theo?” Your voice cut through the silence as you moved to stand in front of his bedroom door.

“Yes, Cara Mia?” He asked as he joined you, his tall frame leaning over yours.

“What did you need the ingredients for?” You inquired softly as you played with a damp curl framing your face nervously. He chewed the inside of his lip then sighed heavily before answering your question.

“I came across a wounded thestral near the woods. Something must have attacked it and left it for dead. I knew the potion I had to brew I just…didn’t have the ingredients. When I was finally able to go back and check on it, the thestral was gone. I don’t know if it’s alive…or dead.” He shrugged and you continued to fidget with your hair, this time out of guilt.

“I—I’m so sorry, Theo. Like I said, I should have asked you what you needed the ingredients for. I feel even more awful now.” You grumbled and scratched the side of your head, hiding your face from him.

“Hey, these things happen. It’s just fate. Now look at us, maybe you were supposed to snitch on me.” He smirked as he opened his door for you. You shook your head and bit your lip.

“It’s still overwhelming. Also…eye opening.” You shrugged with a blush, your thoughts clearly recalling what happened tonight.

“Well well…are you discovering what you’re into?” He grinned and you just shrugged even more.

“Maybe…” You laughed awkwardly before stepping out into the hall. “I’ll um see you tomorrow.” You smiled sheepishly before turning to leave.

“See you tomorrow.” Theo waved you goodbye as he watched you walk away this time.

Once he lost sight of you, he shut his door and released a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding. He strode over to his hidden camera and shut it off. He had three videos of you now and was hoping to add more to his collection. He got a sick rush from the blackmailing, he was starting to feel things that left him confused and frustrated, his mind felt completely flayed at this point. One thing he was absolutely sure of…his overwhelming desire to own you.

(He’s watching you leave.😉)

A/N: Theo is only going to get worse from here.🫣

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[bibliomementomori]

I grew up watching Futurama and always thought Fry was a great example of a main character, but never realised why until rewatching it recently with my buddy.

For his setting, situations, and characters he interacts with, he's such a perfect fit. He's a loser, he knows he's got nothing to prove, but that doesn't stop him from being a kind person to a fault. From a technical standpoint, the fact that he's an idiot also makes him a great vehicle for the audience to understand the future, but that much is obvious.

I also want to point out specifically how he treats Leela. He takes any opportunity he can to express his affections for her, but he respects her boundaries and her choices to date other people, as jealous as it makes him, he's emotionally intelligent enough to respect her as a person and a friend. For a show from the late 90s-early 2000s, a loser, loner man character not being a creep and trying to force his advances upon a woman who doesn't want it, for him to learn lessons and be proven correct in respecting her and being happy for her happiness and simply finding fulfilment in being a loyal friend, that is EXCEPTIONAL for the time. Other shows at the time would have villainised her for not responding to his affections "for all the time he waited and effort he put in", but her refrain from dating him is shown as realistic and understandable for her, as sexist as Leela's dating practices can be written as sometimes in my opinion.

In fact, there is a character that is shown to not respect Leela's boundaries and is shown to be a fucking creep for it, Zapp Brannigan. While his sexual harassment of Leela is shown mostly for comedy, she's not the butt of the joke. Zapp is essentially the antithesis to Fry, he frequently inflates his own achievements and ego, doesn't view Leela as a person, and fucking hates Mutants. I didn't even mention Fry's unconditional love for her, in spite of realising she's of a "lower race", he uses her to learn more of where she comes from, and becomes a friend of the Mutants. Fuck, I could write all day of Fry's selflessness and willingness to open his mind to new ideas, not only for Leela, but for all of his friends.

Lastly, the dumb sweet guy archetype that Fry has easily makes him a timeless main character. The fact that he has nothing to prove means he has everything to gain, and each achievement he gains feels like a deeply personal and well deserved one, as it often means a new lesson learnes for him, or for him to use his selflessness and stupidity to its fullest.

[orcasoul]

Marcus Acacius Imagine #2

Warnings: Violence, mention of sexual harassment, fluff, yearning.

Word Count: 547

Dominus Acacius who - having sacked your village under the command of the emperors - saw how his soldiers were manhandling you, groping your body with no shame, and after seeing the fear in your eyes and hearing your pitiful cries for mercy immediately commanded your release, his unexpected urge to protect you surprising even himself. Who picked you up off the ground, holding you firmly to his chest while you sobbed and carried you into his praetorium (tent), gently setting you down in his chair. Who personally cleaned your cuts and scrapes while you looked at him like a petrified prey animal waiting for the predator to strike. Who had no choice but to give you an ultimatum; either you would be brought into his service or you would be taken to the market with the other slaves.

Dominus Acacius who kept you by his side at all times while sailing to Rome, well aware of what sexually frustrated men would do to a woman caught alone. Who gave strict orders to his squire to take you to his villa and have Alba - his most loyal and motherly-like female slave help you settle in and bathe, while he has to deal with all the pomp and fanfare of his triumphant return. Who sent for you upon his arrival home and gave you your assigned duties, explaining that being here was the best option for you in a world that would otherwise chew you up and spit you out; with him you'll be safe, fed and sheltered. Who's chest tightened slightly when you wiped away a sorrowful tear as you left the room. Who had trouble sleeping that night as the image of your vulnerability and obvious sadness hunted his conscience and his dreams.

Dominus Acacius who exercised great patience with you as you acclimated to your new life and tried his best to make the transition as easy as possible. Who asked Alba to look out for you when he wasn't there. Who found his thoughts drifting to you throughout the days; said thoughts carrying a pang of worry when he had to leave you for any length of time. Who felt a strange elation whenever you entered the room, as if your presence alone had lifted an invisible weight from his shoulders. Who began to seek you out and draw you into conversation more frequently and noticed over time that you had began to relax around him and even smile, his heart smiling in return.

Dominus Acacius who can't ignore what his heart harbours any loner. Who knows he can never voice his feelings to you in a society that would never accept a union between a slave and general. But he can at least acknowledge it himself; he has fallen deeply in love with you. Who has never understood the meaning of "other half" until now; you are all the parts of himself that he is missing. Who knows he will never be able to love and cherish you as your husband, but as your Dominus he will love and protect you for as long as he draws breath. Who will adore you from afar and will do everything within his power to give you a comfortable life while he secretly yearns for you forever more.

[mar-im-o]

My mlp g5 redesigns! I had a lot of fun working on these!

Ramblings and height ref under the cut :3

Sunny Starscout (she/they): An odd loner coping after her father's recent demise. She spends much of her free time in her father's old lighthouse which is due to be demolished by the city. She is obsessed with unraveling her father's research as a means of proving its importance and saving the lighthouse. This project eventually leads her to Izzy, wherein the two realize that something has sealed away all magic in Equestria, and their journey to discover the truth of magic begins.

Izzy Moonbow (she/her): Much like Sunny, Izzy is a bit of an outcast and a loner, though by circumstance rather than choice. Seen as an oddity to her village, she eventually left to wander Equestria in search of someplace more accepting. She discovers Maretime Bay, only to realize how prejudiced the town is. She hides in a seemingly abandoned lighthouse where, through her curiosity and clumsiness, she runs into Sunny. Originally distrusting, Sunny and Izzy realize they need to work together to understand all parts of her dad's research, and the two set off to learn its secrets together.

Hitch Trailblazer (he/him): Sunny's best friend since childhood, Hitch is a young man who was raised with the intention of following in his father's hoofsteps. Led to believe his cutie mark meant he was a protector of Maretime Bay, he abandoned his love of animals and nature and took on the role of an officer. Despite his love for Sunny, who he views as a sister, he chooses his duties over her when he discovers she's working with a unicorn. Determined to stop her, he sets off a few paces behind Sunny. In time, though, the group helps him realize where his true passions lie and how dishonest the path he's been led down truly is.

Zipp Storm -> Zipp Zephyr (he/they): The oldest of the twins, Zipp is in line for the throne to be the next queen of Zephyr Heights. Little does the royal family know, he has no interest in being a queen or a princess. Fearful of the scorn it will bring his family, he takes interest in the foreign prisoners taken captive by the royal guard. He eventually helps them escape and aids them in solving the pegasus section of Sunny's father's research. Now knowing about the Unity Crystals, he helps to steal the pegasus piece from his mom and runs away, abandoning his royal life and the crown behind him.

Pipp Petals -> Pipp Piano (she/her): The youngest of the twins, Pipp has always spited Zipp for the attention he's gotten from their mother. While in the public eye she is the most perfect of the twin princesses and the kingdom's sweetheart, she privately wishes people knew her for herself, not for the role she takes. She adores music and is a songwriter in private, though refuses to perform in front of the kingdom. Her dream is to be known for her music, not her royalty, and she refuses to use her royal title as shortcut for success. When she discovers Zipp's plans to run away, she is furious. That is, until Zipp admits who he really is. Inspired by his honesty and desperate to make amends, she runs away with him, agreeing to help reunite the Unity Crystals for the betterment of Equestria.

Sparky -> Kindling (they/them): Once the Unity Crystals are reunited, there is a temporary burst of magic across Equestria. Though, without the races themselves unified, it doesn't last, it awakens something in the orphaned dragon Kindling. Kindling, having grown up in the ruined Ponyville, has always been fascinated by ponies, but has given them space out of fear of their scorn. When they sense the temporary return of magic at Sunny's hooves, though, they send a message to Maretime Bay, leading the group to Ponyville. There, they meet the young dragon who eagerly pleads to join their attempts at returning magic to Equestria.

Misty Brightdawn (she/her): Misty is young, quick to trust, and naive. Having been raised under [REDACTED], she's been taught that magic is the most dangerous thing that could come to Equestria. She is sent forward to join the group in their travels and hopefully undermine their efforts. [REDACTED]'s plan falls short, however, as Misty quickly comes to learn what trust and safety should feel like. Welcomed in by the group, she begins to understand how she's been mistreated, and through standing up against [REDACTED], finds her cutie mark.

[satalxo]

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i'm satal, i write smutty oshamir fanfic on ao3, both canon-divergent and au. my asks are open :)

One Shots

born out of a fire - 3.3k. Explicit. Canon Divergent. When she attacks him with his ligthsaber outside the cave, Qimir convinces Osha to let him help set her free.

upended - 3.7k. Explicit. Canon Divergent. Nothing could have prepared Osha for the way her entire universe changes when she dons the Stranger’s helmet.

strangeness & charm - 4.5k. Explicit. Modern AU. Mae drags Osha to a house party she really doesn’t want to attend. There she runs into awkward loner Qimir from her Mechanical Engineering class.

Multi Chapter

you could be mine tonight - 2/2. 10k. Explicit. Modern AU. Qimir Stranger is notorious for being the best one-night-stand at Khofar University. After a string of shitty boyfriends and lackluster hookups, Osha decides she wants a try.

we bleed the same - 3/3. 11.5k. Teen. Canon Divergent. Osha Aniseya has a soulmate. She's known this since she was six years old, when the vicious scar first appeared on her back. But the galaxy is a vast place, and her chances of ever finding her soulmate seem impossibly small.

a glow like this - 3/3. 27k. Explicit. Bridgerton AU. A year after meeting a greasy but charming stranger at a salon she wasn't supposed to attend, Osha discovers he's the Duke of Bal'demnic, her sister's betrothed.

once in flight - 2/3. 12k. Explicit. Fantasy AU. Ten years ago, Princess Verosha Aniseya fell into a river and was rescued by a dragon. On her eighteenth birthday, he returns to collect her.

Series

shades of you and me

masterpiece - 25/25. 181k. Explicit. Modern AU. College Sophomore Osha is perfectly content with her choice to pursue a Mechanical Engineering degree. But when she needs an elective to round out her coursework for the semester, Mae convinces her to join Intro to Studio Painting. There she encounters Professor Qimir Stranger, who turns her whole world upside down.

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abstraction - 4/4. 82k. Explicit. Modern AU. Qimir POV companion to masterpiece.

up all night

wanna be loved, wanna be afraid - 6/?. 79k. Explicit. Modern AU. DEAD DOVE dubcon darkfic. When the greasy bartender realizes their IDs are fake, Mae offers to blow him in exchange for access to the VIP lounge. He agrees to the deal…only he doesn't want Mae.

wblwba playlist

this is what you came for - 1/1. 4k. Explicit. Modern AU. Solmae. While her sister is off with the sleazy bartender, Mae sets her sights on Sol Jedi, determined to get him to sign her to his modeling agency no matter what it takes. Companion fic to wanna be loved, wanna be afraid.

[sweatyracoon]

Misanthropic

Misanthropy - A deep dislike of human kind

A/n: Changbin needs more love :'(

Warnings: none. Fluff, pet names, pretending to dislike Changbin, anxious reader, for all genders

You were a loner. It wasn't a secret. You had a scowl on whenever you were near people. It kept them from addressing you, and that was your goal.

You hated people.

It was quite ironic, especially since you worked with more than you cared for. JYP studios drafted you as a staff member for a group of male idols, which meant you made bank.

It also meant you were with people twenty four seven. Money was more important to you than your comfort, it seems.

This didn't go unnoticed by your coworkers.

They often called you greedy and a bitch due to your attitude and behaviors. You never bothered responding to them, not wanting to dig yourself into a hole. You also were above such childish antics.

You barely spoke, and have only ever spoke to Bangchan and Jeongin, not daring to speak to the rest. The boys were who made you nervous.

It was a normal day for you, except it started off horrible. You spilt your coffee on your shirt before even walking into the building, a person bumping into you.

You hissed at them with words you shouldn't have used, scaring them off quickly.

Once you got to work, all anyone said when talking to you was commenting on your shirt and choice of drink.

Snarky comments reached your ears from different voices, and you were sure that anyone that looked at you saw the steam fuming from your ears.

Your teeth clenched together when someone bothered you, not wanting to snap like you did the guy that made you spill your coffee.

You needed this job.

Today was a SKZ episode filming, so you were helping set up the forty or so cameras everywhere you could, ignoring the chatter surrounding you.

It was a shame you couldn't listen to music.

You would obviously listen to Stray Kids, but only because you liked them. You didn't feel obligated.

The boys were messing around, making it difficult to concentrate on the wires pooled at your feet.

Changbin noticed you were more tense than normal.

He had taken an interest in your ever since you became employed with them.

He loved the way you held your ground, and how passionate you were at this job while everyone else was laid back.

He saw when you took leadership when you were frustrated. How you snapped your fingers when no one listened to you.

But today, it looked like you could rip someone's head off with one glare.

It frightened him.

He saw you gripping the camera stilts with the threat of pain as you forced them together with a pleading look in your eyes.

You were angry.

Changbin wanted to know why. He wanted to know who set you off. He wanted to pound them into the ground since they made you fragile.

He wanted to see your light smile.

"Hey y/n! Why aren't you done yet? We're about to start filming," another staff called at you, making you freeze.

You looked around at everyone else still setting up, and then back at the boys who were still messing around.

It was your breaking point. His condescending tone broke you.

"Seriously? Get off your phone you dick! I've been working all day while everyone else is busy making snide comments at me and my damn stained shirt. So what? Shit happens!" You yelled, storming off after you threw the metal bars in his direction, barely grazing his calf. He flinched.

You left the room only to collapse in the hallway just outside, grateful no one followed.

You knew you probably just blew it, but you couldn't help it. Your temper had never been the greatest.

You closed your eyes as your breathed deeply, drifting slightly.

Changbin came out not that long after, pausing when he saw your still frame sitting against the wall, your knees pushed up to your chest, your head tilted back.

"Y/n?" It's his first time talking to you, but he loved the way your name sounded on his lips. "You okay, jagi?"

"Don't call me that," you scoff at him, opening your eyes to look at him.

He was standing in front of you, a concerned look on his face. It almost made you feel sick.

"Sorry," He apologized while sitting with his back against the wall opposite of you.

"It's fine. You just don't know me enough to call me that. Manners," You ramble, not really comfortable talking with the idols much.

You didn't mind the guys. If it were just you and tem, you think your anger would be in control. But the pestering staff. Your a ticking time bomb.

"What happened?" He asked, fumbling with the hem of his shirt, wrinkling it with his actions.

"What do you mean?" You ask back, eyes unfocussed, a dot on the floor grasping your attention.

"Coffee? Hot chocolate? What do you drink that's so dark?" He points at his shirt where the stain is on yours.

"Sorry I can't enjoy Americanos like you and the boys," you grin, covering it with your legs.

"I'm not gonna judge you, y/n. I like the sugary taste with extra pumps of syrup...don't tell Hyunjin," He whisper yelled to you, making you giggle suddenly.

Changbin decided it was his new favorite sound.

"So you cheat, basically?" You smirk, raising a brow at him.

"Yeah," He laughed, both of you sitting silently for a few minutes before he snapped, making you jump.

"I have something for you, wait here!" He jumped up, leaving before you could question him.

When he came back, he looked slightly out of breath.

"I hate running," he scoffed, tossing something that landed in front of you. "Here,"

You grabbed it, watching as it unfolded in your palm.

It was a shirt. One of his, actually. It was one you recognized well. You had seen him wear it often, and it made your heart flutter.

"It's my favorite," he stated, you turned to look at him.

"I know. You wore it last week in the community vlog-" you gulp. "Thank you, Binnie," you whisper, tugging it over your own ruined shirt.

While it was over, underneath, away from his eyes, you stripped your soiled shirt, pulling the entire cloth through your left armhole.

Fully changed, you stood with a light smile, making Changbin swoon over how cute the smile was paired with his large shirt over your small body.

"So you can call me Binnie, but I can't call you jagi? What world do we live in?" He grinned, taking your shirt from your hands.

You decided to let your attitude show for the better with some humor.

"One where the women rule," you grin back playing with the hem of the borrowed shirt.

His face brightened, relieved that your able to lighten up around him.

"One where you rule," He muttered, unsure if you heard him. His ears and neck were flushed as he stares at you.

"You know, most people suck. You aren't so bad, Bin," you giggle, pulling him into an unexpected hug. "Thank you."

He stood in shock before wrapping his arms around you, squeezing.

"Your welcome, jagi," he responded.

"I think I could get used that, I guess." You laugh when you pulled back.

"Yes, my queen/king," Changbin mocked your previous claim, but believe that you could be the one to rule his heart.

[rosedoesstories]

i read GN!Reader as good night reader, yknow what, I request sleepover with any Merc/char of ur choice

Decided to do a little Sniper x Reader for this one! Love how it came out, hopefully you will too!

"A Night's Loving Rest"

Word Count: 897

Sniper x GN!Reader

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This week, you were meant to sleep with Sniper.

And you were not looking forward to this.

Your room was under reconstruction after an incident with Demoman, something that involved a concerning about of sticky bombs. And as a result, everything in your room was destroyed, excluding the things in your suitcase.

You didn't hold any animosity towards Sniper, he was a decent man to get along with, minus him being a loner type. It's just....

He stank. At least his camper van did.

You made a mental note of not ever mentioning the smell to him, since he was more than likely noseblind to the smell of urine, and was probably dealing with some mental situation that he did not talk about with you and the rest of the team. Either way, you felt as if it was rude to mention someone's living situation to them; it wasn't your place to tell someone how to live since it wasn't your place to begin with.

But since you were going to be sleeping with him for a week, the thought of at least helping him clean up the van came across your mind, but you quickly killed that thought, cause God forbid you get stabbed for even moving something.

♡♡♡♡♡

As you made your way to his van, you noticed Sniper, leaning against the frame, checking out his rifle. The man was a naturally born hunter; he was more than capable of protecting himself. With a kneen eyesight and survival skills that were top notch, it was no wonder why the man was the team's sharpshooter.

At least you're certain you'll be protected, that's for sure.

As you got closer, he took notice of you, setting his gun aside as he began to approach you. "Well now....ain't this hell? Sorry you got stuck with me for a week." He said apologetically, seemingly embarrassed and ashamed that you got stuck with him. You reassure him, telling him that it's okay, and how you aren't embarrassed to be around him. He personally doesn't believe it, but he saves it, not wanting to waste anymore time.

To your surprise, the camper actually smelled nice. Either it was some cheap air freshener masking the piss scent, or he actually took the time to clean the camper up. Either way, it was a welcoming experience. You place your suitcase down, happily resting your legs after going down a long flight of stairs and just straight walking to the camper. You bunked with Soldier last week, and you were....not pleased, to say the very least. At least Sniper was quiet.

♡♡♡♡♡

After getting settled, you sat back down, picking up a book you had and continuing to read it. Sniper, the ever observant bloak he was, took notice of your book, seemingly interested in what you were reading.

"Now that looks like a bloody good book....what's it about, mate?" He questioned as he paused from cleaning his gun. You explain that it's just a silly fantasy story, something you picked up from a local library a mile from the base. "I like a good fantasy every now 'n then...moind if I read with ya?" He asked, in which you nod your head, which prompted Sniper to get up and sit next to you. You placed the book on the table, standing it up with your suitcase so the both of you could read it.

About 30 minutes into the book, you notice that Sniper was becoming a real cuddlebug, his lanky arms wrapped around your warm body as his eyes were still on the book (though, mentally, his eyes were on you). You weren't complaining, though. To you, this meant that he trusted you, and trust is a very important thing to you. But as night fell, you grew more tired, and Sniper noticed.

"Ya need to get some shut eye, luv? Here, lemme make up the bed."

And like that, he got up and made his way towards the bed, straightening it up so you could sleep comfortably. You wanted to stop him so you could do it yourself, but when you stood up, you nearly fell over due to how tired you were. "Sit back down, I got this....I'm yer host, let me do this..." He retaliated, continuing to clean up the bed.

Once he was done, he got down, picked you up bridal style, and placed you on the bed. You almost instantly passed out, but instead, you grab Sniper's hand, which made him jump a little, but your touch....it made him feel calm instantly. You both were having a rare moment of vulnerability, with nothing but pure passion and deep trust being felt right now. With this, you ask him to join you in bed. Sniper blushed, his mind going 90 to nothing once you asked him that question. You assure him that it's not for sex, but for sleeping, which helped him calm down a bit.

He nods, climbing into bed with you. He cuddles up to you quickly, his arms around you once more as he smiled, holding you close to his torso as he then gave you a gentle kiss on the back of your neck.

"Heh....g'night, luv...." He told you before slowly drifting off to sleep. You felt yourself blush, but you smiled, soon falling asleep after.

Maybe this week won't be horrible at all.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 52 - Finale

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber, Steve Kemp

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“Alright, one o’clock,” Amber says as she walks into the room. She sets down her phone and you pull the pillow over the tablet to hide it. “Is that enough time?” 

“Sure,” you answer. You don’t have much choice. It has to be done and the sooner, the better. You want it to be done with. All of it. 

As much as you want everything to go back to how it was, you know that even this can’t make it so. Things will always be different. You will always be different. 

“I’m just going to give Curtis a call and check in.” She explains. 

“Right,” you shrug and smile at her. 

You wait for her to leave before you move the cushion. You’re nervous about the appointment. It’s going to hurt probably. You don’t think anything can hurt as much as everything that’s happened in the last few months. 

You tap the screen to wake it up. The library of videos opens and you scroll through. You spent have the night wavering between the delete button and just smashing the tablet. For whatever reason, you can’t do either. 

You close the cover again, still caught in indecision. Once you’ve dealt with the baby, you’ll be able to think. You get up and take the tablet with you to your room. You dress in your old clothes; a pair of faded jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. 

It’s strange being in that place again. You look around at all those things you almost forgot. Amber didn’t change a single piece of it. Your chest sinks as your eyes cling to the window. What did she think when she found you gone? You feel horrid for hurting her like that. 

You sit and pull on socks then rub together your frigid hands. The world around you is both hazy and vivid. You feel every second roll by and yet the colours and the sounds are all so distant. Today is the day. 

You hide the tablet under your pillow and go back out. Amber is on the couch. Her shoulders are almost to her ears. She’s as anxious as you are. 

“Curtis can’t drive us. He’s caught up helping out his buddy.” She explains. 

“Oh, that’s okay,” you shrug. 

“We’ll take my car. He fixed the heating issue so it should hold out,” she says, flicking her thumb against her phone nervously. 

You go to her and sit, “it’ll be okay.” 

She sniffs and sits forward. You feel her look at you, “are you?” 

“I think?” You clutch your knees. “I don’t know. I just feel... sure. Certain.” 

“That’s good. But you know, it’s entirely your choice.” 

“I know and that’s why I’m sure,” you force a tense smile. 

Her phone buzzes. She squints at the screen as she reads. “He said he’ll bring us some dinner. He should be done with Jake by then.” 

You nod and your eyes explore the room. She’s silent, still watching. 

“So much is different,” you murmur. “You know Jake too?” 

“Sure. He helped us. When you sent that message. He found you.” She says. 

You look at her, “found me?” 

“I know. Sneaky.” 

“No, it’s... good.” You lower your head. 

You linger in the lull. It’s not uncomfortable. It’s calm. Patient. There’s a rattle at the window. A strange tapping. You look over and Amber follows the noise too. 

There’s a dove outside looking in. The frost in the window has warmed to condensation in the last days. You stare at its grey feathers as it coos and quorks its head. 

“Spring is close,” Amber says. “The birds are coming back.” 

You stare, hypnotised by the creature. A second dove lands beside it. You read that they often stay in pairs. 

“Well, about an hour and we’ll head out,” Amber gets up. “You need anything, bub?” 

“No, I’m fine,” you assure her and lean back, “I’m just going to close my eyes.” 

She hums and goes into the kitchen. You listen to her as you relax into the couch. You drag your hands up to your stomach. Almost there. 

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As Amber drives, your eyes catch in the side mirror. You give a start and sit up against the seat belt. You shake off the fright as the grey car behind you slows with the flow of traffic. No, you’re imagining things. 

You lean your arm on the door and hold your head. Amber idles in the clog of the street and taps her fingers on the steering wheel. She looks ahead and clucks. You’re ahead of schedule. You couldn’t stay still and it’s a good thing you left early. 

She continues on in the slog and flips her blinker. She takes a side street away from the dense main way. Before she can circle around the block, a pair of headlights flash in the mirror. You don’t get more than a glimpse of their glare. She pulls through the back entry beside the dumpsters and curls around the front of the clinic. 

“Oof, finally here,” she shifts into park. “You think with the weather getting nicer, more people would walk.” 

“Yeah,” you agree dully. 

Your ears are buzzing. You look over your shoulder at the clinic then back to the fence ahead of you. You exhale. 

“Bub,” Amber says as she shuts off the engine. 

“It’s okay. I’m ready,” you say. “Just... something...” 

Your voice trails off as another car pulls up from the back of the lot. You turn and your chest knots at the familiar grill and emblem. It can’t be. It’s just a coincidence. 

The SUV pulls in next to you and you look up at their tinted window. His silhouette alone is enough to assure you. You reach over and grab Amber’s wrist as she unlocks the door. 

“No, lock them!” You cry out as Andy open’s his car door. 

“Bubba--” She swallows her protest and the locks thunk. “Shit!” 

Andy’s treads his the ground and he slams the door. He looks around, staring at the clinic, then scowls. He bends to look through the passenger window at you. 

“Open up.” He demands. 

“Fuck off!” Amber shoves her hand across you and flips him the finger. “Don’t make me call the police again.” 

“You fucking liar!” He snarls as he hits the window, his voice muffled by the barrier, “I knew you were hiding her.” 

“I said go the fuck away,” she leans over. 

You watch Andy in horror. You shrink down as you tremble. You’re not ready for this. Not for him. 

“Dove, Dove,” his gaze falls and meets yours, “hey, sweetie, let’s talk. I calmed down. Please--” 

You close your eyes and shake your head. 

“She doesn’t want to talk,” Amber snips. 

“Dove, you can’t--” he pauses. “Whatever you’re doing here, don’t do it. Please. We can figure this out. I know what this place is--” 

You shake your head and drone, “no, no, no, no, no, no...” 

“Go away!” Amber barks again and slaps the window. She pulls back and grabs her phone. “I’m calling Officer Jones. How many reports is that, Andrew?” 

“Wait...” you gulp as you open your eyes and grab her arm. “Wait...”t 

“Bub, please--” 

You squeeze and let her go, “he’s my problem. Let me deal with him.” 

“You can’t. He's dangerous. He’ll hurt you--” 

“I don’t care. He can’t hurt me. Not anymore.” You undo your seat belt and take a breath.  

She says your name as you reach for the lock and slide it up. The door opens from the other side. Amber latches on as you try to get out. You tug and pull away. 

You get out and close the door. Andy crowds you between the cars, his hands on your shoulders at once, sliding up to cradle your face. 

“Sweetie, sweetie, I was so afraid--” 

You grasp his wrists and lean away as he tries to kiss you. 

“Don’t touch me,” you yanks his arms down and shove him. He’s big and strong. You almost forgot that. Still, he does as you tell him. His eyes are bloodshot and his face pale. 

“Honey,” he begs. 

“No.” 

“What-- what are you doing here?” He rasps and looks over again. “You’re-- you’re-- you have to be. It’s mine, isn’t it?” 

You shake your head. 

“It’s mine. It has to be! I’m the only one. The only one!” He grabs your arms again, “Please, honey, I can take care of you. Both of you. You and the baby.” 

“No!” You exclaim and hit his chest.  

Another car door snaps shut and Amber’s shadow comes around the trunk. You look at her and give her a look. She stops, worry woven above her brow. You face Andy again and push until he stops touching you.  

“It’s not yours and even if it was, I wouldn’t want it. Just like I never wanted you,” you sneer. 

“Dove, you don’t mean--” 

“I mean it,” you hiss. “I hate you. I always hated you but I was afraid.” You hit his stomach and he staggers back. “You’re a bully. That’s all you are.” 

“No, I love you--” 

“No, you don’t!” You holler and stomp your foot. You point at him, “you don’t love anyone. You can’t. I’m not the broken one. You are!” 

“Dove--” he stands straight and reaches for you. You slap his hand away. 

“Don’t touch me. I’m done with you. I don’t want anything to do with you!” 

“You don’t have a choice,” he snarls, his eyes darkening as his expression hardens. “That’s my baby, I have rights--” 

He lunges for you and you cry out. He doesn’t get to you as Amber launches herself between you and tackles him against his car. She’s smaller than him but that doesn’t stop her. She bites his hand as he tries to grab her neck and she jabs two fingers into his ribs. He wheezes and recoils. 

She pushes away and stands between you and him. She keeps you behind her as she stands tall. 

“Try it again.” 

“You can’t do this. You can’t keep me away from her. You can’t kill my child--” 

“It’s not yours!” You shout and peek around Amber. You squeeze her arm and step up next to her. “It’s Dr. Kemp’s. Your friend. The one who helped you hurt me.” 

“No, I didn’t--” he begins. 

“You did. I have proof. I have the videos.” 

“What videos?” He spits. 

“I changed the password,” you say. “You can’t get rid of them now.” 

“No, you’re lying. There’s no--” 

“I have them all. Every single one.” Your eyes overflow. “It’s your name on the account, not mine. The police can figure it out, can’t they?” 

He looks as if he’s been hit again. The lines in his forehead deepens and his mouths slits to a thin line. He glares at you. The way that used to make you do whatever he wanted. Not this time. 

“It’s over. I’m done with you. I never even wanted you, Andy,” you breathe. “No one could ever want you, not even me.” 

He winces and his lips part but nothing comes out. 

“And if you ever come near me or my sister again,” you twine your fingers through Amber’s and cling to her. “I will send those videos to the police.” 

He stares, eyes searching, pleading. You won’t fall for it. He can make himself look pathetic but you don’t believe him. Not anymore. 

He waits. You say nothing. He sniffs and pulls his shoulders back. His jaw grits and his eyes flash. 

“You’re just the same as you always were. Fucked in the head,” he grits and goes to turn. Before he can, you swing your foot up. It’s a low blow, cheap, but you don’t care.  

Your toes meet the front of his pants and he grunts. He staggers and falls to his knees, clutching his crotch as he shudders. You get closer as Amber keeps a hold on your hand. You bend and lower your voice as you get close to Andy’s ear. 

“I never came for you,” you whisper. 

He gurgles and you back up. There’s nothing else to say. You turn and tug on Amber. You walk away without looking back. 

As you get to the door of the clinic, the sun comes out from behind the clouds and beams against the white brick. A cheep tweaks in your ear and you turn to see the sparrows bustling in the barren branches of the bushes. They send up a chatter that fills the air. You can hear it all. You can see it all. Feel it all. 

You keep your grip tight on Amber and reach for the door with your other hand, ready to open it and all the other doors that come after it. You don’t want to hide anymore. You want to fly. 

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I just want to thank everyone who has followed along on Dove's journey. It was bumpy and took a while, and it definitely took a lot out of me (in a good way). I hope you enjoyed this.

Until next time 💗

[bonefall]

BB!TPB Titles

Having some fun just absentmindedly thinking of titles for the BB overhauls of main arc books. I think I'm gonna do it for all of them, because I actually really like renaming these and explaining my thought process

But here's TPB for now, because it's on my mind after that little scene bundle I wrote

Below the cut;

Arc Rename: The Prophecies Begin -> The Forest Four

Into the Wild -> Into the Clans

Fire and Ice -> Thermal and Undertow

Forest of Secrets -> Forest of Flowers

Rising Storm -> Rejected Rites

A Dangerous Path -> The Hunting Trail

The Darkest Hour -> Before the Dawn

The Forest Four

It's the intro to the original four, y'know? Plus, I use this term all the time in Clan Culture entries to specify when something is different about SkyClan from the "Forest Four." Makes sense it's the arc title.

Plus, there's a bit of a thing going on, especially in the later books, where the number of the Clans comes up a lot. Three Great Clans, but only four modern ones, River and Shadow combine to make TigerClan leaving three, BloodClan would make four, LionClan's alliance leaving two...

In BB, they know about SkyClan in history lessons, but Firestar doesn't think about it much until after this arc is done. More importantly, his choice to spare Scourge at the end of the arc suddenly means there's a Forest Four, and a Town One. I just think that's interesting.

(for some reason I also just love Scourge's insult where he calls Firestar a "forest fool" lmao. four forest fools.)

Into the Clans

The book with the expanded intro to the culture of the Clans. I feel like it's more fitting for BB to not call it "into the WILD" because... well, Clan cats DON'T see themselves as ""wild"" like animals. They're in Clans, with culture. They have ranks, politics, family, and even cooking and little kitty tools. It doesn't really make sense to me that they define themselves as "wild" just because their home has nature.

To them, loners are who's "wild," y'know? Rusty isn't totally coming to the Clans because it's wild, he's coming because of the community. Friendships and bonds with cats like Ravenpaw, Graystripe, Frostfur, Spottedleaf, Bluestar, and the sense that he could belong here. That he matters to these people.

This title's the one I'm actually waffling the most on, though. I don't like it very much yet. I don't feel like it captures the feeling I'm going for. It's also really close to a field guide title.

Thermal and Undertow

I've always interpreted "Fire and Ice" to be about how differently Graystripe and Fireheart are as people, and how that starts pulling them apart. The thing that people focus on is their "reconciliation" at the end of the book, but what stands out about it to me is that this is the book where Fireheart's TRULY integrated into the Clan.

His friendship with Graystripe is strained because of the HalfClan relationship Gray gets in, and he starts looking back to his roots for comfort because he doesn't feel like he's completely part of ThunderClan. I love this irony; they're BOTH struggling with loyalty in this broken system, experiencing types of xenophobia that prevent them from having happiness, but not yet wise enough to recognize they have a similar problem.

They're both breaking the law to talk to outsiders. Their forbidden love, both familial and romantic, makes Clan life harder. They're BOTH not doing anything wrong, but the STRUCTURE of their society is setting them against each other.

Graystripe responds, eventually, by leaving. Fireheart thinks he can make a home where he is. They're both wrong. The STRUCTURE needs to be challenged.

And meanwhile, they must go to fetch WindClan after it was driven out. They have to face RiverClan AND ShadowClan when Crookedstar and Nightstar show that power acts through them, as leaders. All the while, they experience the simple truth that love for cats in other Clans makes cruel, bloodthirsty battles like these too difficult to be sustainable.

And that's just canon!! I fucking love this book!!!

So in the rename, I'm putting emphasis on the natural flow, above and below. A wind is controlled by the temperature, rising up into a warm thermal. An undertow is a ferocious current that will pull you into the cold depths. They're not so different, in the end.

Forest of Flowers

And that leads right into canon's Forest of Secrets, where we learn that the older warriors also struggled with those pressures. Fireheart and Graystripe were never alone, cats have been suffering under this cruel system for GENERATIONS.

In BB, this is where I'm dropping the flower symbolism for the three major branches of politics in Forest Four society, which persist and are expanded on for the rest of BB;

Traditionalism, represented by the Honeysuckle, is used to justify the current system. "The Clans are branches of a honeysuckle bush. We fight and strangle each other for the light, and this prunes the weakest sprigs and rewards the fittest. When the winter comes, the strongest branches ensure the survival of the bush."

He also learns, much earlier, of Tigerstar's mentor. He hears the Parable of the Thistle, a story about how a young apprentice was forced to attempt to uproot a bull thistle, only managing to spread its seeds across a clearing, and won a trip to the Cleric's den for the trouble. How Tigerstar, and others, believe the honeysuckle must be challenged.

And meanwhile, he uncovers the story of the Forget-me-nots. A friend group even stronger than his collection of allies, with cats of every Clan, and how ambition drove it apart. How Bluestar looks back at it with both silly shame and deep appreciation.

The kindling ember in Fireheart's chest as he realizes he is the heir of a Forget-me-not, and that surrounding the obvious slash across Tigerclaw's nose, are the subtle pockmarks of thistle thorns.

Rejected Rites

I feel like Rising Storm is the "weakest" book of TPB, because it's where canon's cracks begin to show.

There's still a lot I love about this book. I love the way that Bluestar's cruelty arc begins with her grace and altruism towards other Clans not being returned without a catch. I adore the rescue of Bramblekit and Yellowfang’s guilty, harrowing death insisting she deserves judgement as Fireheart insists she is a good person. Its harsh ending revealing Tigerstar as leader of ShadowClan is a gut punch in an already brutal book, making an excellent mid-arc climax

But I feel its sudden turn towards suggesting the status quo was actually good drags it down.

For example, Cloudpaw is constantly arguing with Fireheart, in ridiculous fights Fire started. He's abducted by humans and returns in the same book, suggesting his uncle was totally right all along and he Totally Promises he won't mess with humans any more. The fact Fire was projecting on his young nephew and denying him answers when he questions their way of life, in a way very similar to the shame Firepaw himself went through, is not addressed.

A lot more of this book than you remember is also dedicated to Fireheart and Sandstorm arguing because the writers think a good romance is when you hate each other but stay together anyway.

So instead, this book in BB focuses more on what I DO like; Fireheart learning to be a LEADER. He's young, inexperienced, and has acted mostly alone up to this point. The Clan is in a moment of SERIOUS tumult as it reckons with how no one saw ANY signs about Tigerclaw.

As he loses his mentor Bluestar to paranoia, he has to learn which warriors are truly trustworthy, and try to win back those whose loyalties might stray.

In this way, Rejected Rites is about the WHOLE Clan. It's Whitestorm throwing his reputation and experience behind Fireheart. It's Goldenflower and how her disgust with her ex-mate blows her mind open and she shifts into Fire's most ferocious champion. It's Mousefur deciding that Tigerclaw was a uniquely bad person and refusing to admit fault with a Clan that supported him.

And of course it's about Cloudpaw, grappling with how Fireheart insists he's his mentor, not his father, not his friend, going back to how he botches the Queen’s Rights on bringing him to the Clan. Fireheart, too, is a flawed person capable of being complicit in damaging systems.

The Hunting Trail

The dog plot barely needs a recap, it's this fandom's bread and butter. But there's a small, VERY popular misconception about; in canon, Tigerstar only uses the dogs at the END of this book with a rabbit trick. Before that, the dogs are practically a natural disaster he has nothing to do with.

There's a reason why it's misremembered. It works better if he's more involved with them the whole time, showing how DANGEROUS he is, how Bluestar's fixation on her war with StarClan is blinding her to reality, and adding to the tragedy and madness by having Swiftpaw getting wrapped up in his father's/stepfather's quest for revenge.

So in BB, Tigerstar's involved MUCH sooner. He freed the dogs.

The title change reflects that. There's a hunting trail and the cats of ThunderClan are its prey, but it doesn't specify who the predator is. In the end, it was Tigerstar's scheme all along and Bluestar sacrifices herself to save her apprentice.

(I also want to take the moment to highlight how short-sighted and impulsive Tigerstar's plans actually are, something I find fascinating about him as a character. He's malicious and intelligent enough to make some incredible schemes, taking advantage of every opportunity. But he never accounts for details like... "what if my dogs don't go right to where I want them to go?" or "what if I'm not picked as deputy after I kill Redtail?" or even "what will i do after my demons kill all the living cats?")

TigerClan is also forming earlier. It begins in THIS book. Stonefur and Mistyfoot are "detained" after leaping into the ravine to rescue Fireheart and Bluestar, it's all the "evidence" Tigerstar needed to accuse them of divided loyalty. To finally start his persecution of HalfClan cats.

Before the Dawn

...In spite of its iconic moments, I'll be honest; Darkest Hour is actually the book that makes me the angriest about the original series.

All arc long, we are shown that the Clans are flawed. They have been, long before Rusty set foot in the woods that day. It NEEDS bigotry to exist the way it does, fostering xenophobia between Clan cats so that love and friendship won't get in the way of violence, encouraging and even rewarding extreme Jingoism, and even setting clanmates against each other for these senseless problems instead of the STRUCTURE of Clan society.

Darkest Hour SLAMS the breaks on that theme, and brings the message to a screeching halt.

FIRST of all, this is the book where it's explicitly stated that StarClan "doesn't interfere," even giving them a moment where they yell at protagonist about free will or whatever while simultaneously barking a vague, ultimately useless prophecy at him. The first of many scenes like it in later arcs. It feels completely and utterly out of left field, instantly turning StarClan from a mysterious, possibly not even fully benevolent force, into THE most annoying plot device ever.

Secondly... BloodClan.

BloodClan is introduced as a TRULY EVIL group of horrible atheists who hate love and friendship, to the point of banning families, and are now here to destroy our glorious society and steal our home. They're depicted as being ruled by fear and brutality, unbound by concepts like "honor" or "loyalty." You cannot reason with them or spare their lives, the barbarians must be killed and kept out, lest they replace us.

(there is even a moment where it's implied that if the soldiers lose the war, BloodClan will come and murder the elders and children too.)

It is SO bad and SO egregious, and it's played completely unironically. It bothers me so badly I've talked about it before. Multiple times, actually

After Tigerstar gets his well-deserved grallocking like a 10-point buck, the endgame villain of TPB is a foreigner and his army. Scourge is a foil of Firestar himself, but THIS one hates the clans and doesn't worship the right god, which makes him dangerous. Firestar is textually stronger than him because of his faith in StarClan.

At the end of the day, TPB, and the rest of the series that follows, doesn't refute Tigerstar's ideology. It even agrees. Weakness IS abhorrent. Outsiders ARE to be distrusted. Split loyalties ARE detestable. It just didn't like that he challenged the status quo.

Foreigners and their leaders ARE less trustworthy and more villainous than Clan cats. Wariness and even violence towards them is necessary, "justifying" the isolationist structure of the Clans. Scourge is only the first in a very long chain; then comes Sol, One Eye, Slash, and Darktail. Even Hawkfrost and Willow Tail can fit into this pattern.

With the death of these evil, troublemaking cats, the Clans return to the status quo. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The Darkest Hour frames this like a wonderful, triumphant thing, with Firestar noting how the now-leaderless BloodClan fighters look so inferior to Clan warriors, Scourge's evil will never haunt them again (Tigerstar gets to be grieved though), and that with LionClan disbanding, they will all return to their petty bullshit squabbles.

So, BB's renaming.

I had a lot of ideas. I really liked the name "Moment of Truth" because it's the book that really brings together the theme of the arc, ending with Firestar realizing Scourge is right to distrust the Clans and that change is DESPERATELY needed, but the more I thought about it... the more I liked Before the Dawn

Reference to the phrase "The darkest hour comes before the dawn" BB is a much more optimistic story than canon, by tweaking the themes and details while following the major beats. Something is just... idk poetic? About picking the more uplifting part of the idiom. It feels right, like it's almost too perfect to go with any other title

It's a new era for the culture going foward It IS right before a "new dawn." It's the start of major changes to Clan culture, setting the events of the rest of BB into motion. The years and generations that follow are going to see major changes to the code, territory, culture, and philosophy in the universe. The choice that Firestar makes here is going to bring the Clans into a new epoch. Plus the cats are crepuscular now so I can literally have the final battle take place just before dawn because subtext is for CHUMPS

I like the idea of opening up the next arc with Dawn Just because that's really funny to me lmaoo. Something is cute about titles that reference each other. Maybe the first book of TNP could be "Dawn of the End" since the destruction of the forest starts early. Maybe add in some apocalyptic prophecies and such...

[harukamitsuki]

Ur soooo right abt Lance I think he just became the fandom’s darling because people saw inklings of insecurity and home sickness and zeroed in. He’s whump bait, but like without the more complicated issues tied into Shiro, Allura, and Keith’s problems. Prime projection material.

He has potential and I appreciate fandom’s ability to see that in him, but you’re so right that people have completely forgotten who he is in canon. He *could* have been better, but he wasn’t and it’s frustrating that people have lost sight of that because I think it would genuinely produce more interesting takes on his character and role in the story. As someone who genuinely wants him to be a better character it makes me want to eat dry wall.

Lance, first and foremost, is the everyday man. That's why he's so popular. He is far from a piloting prodigy, flirts with every pretty girl, funny and exaggerative, has a generic weapon like a rifle, is the first paladin to find his Lion, and has the most basic interal conflict there can be. Which is why everyone loves him.

Shiro? Shiro is confirmed gay, was hailed as the most promising pilot pre-canon, was officially the youngest man sent into space, but also had an illness for canon forgot about it, had major PTSD that left him unable to move in most cases, considered himself broken if his hallucinations said anything, and literally died. He's good leader matieral, able to handle a group of four wildly differing teenagers and only really let his emotions plan his course of action once (when Allura was kidnapped). This man is insanely skilled but also insanely traumatised.

Keith? Keith beat all of the records Shiro set and was known as a genius in the field, only held back by his defense mechanisms and rushing on ahead. He was abandoned by his mother when he was a toddle, then his father died implicitly before his eyes, he was then an orphan where he was probably passed around from family to family, ot feeding into his adandonment issues. He gained a friend in Shiro, the first person to reach out to him, and then lost him a few years later. He finally gets Shiro back, only for more shit to happen. He finds out his mom was Galra, and becomes sorry that he even existed because of this. Nobody on Voltron actually felt like his friend with Pidge constantly calling him a loner right after he lost Shiro, Hunk poking fun at his Galra genes, and Lance playing up this one-sidedly rivalry and taking everything he does as an attack on his person. He loses Shiro again and has to constantly give him up for the sake of Voltron and the universe. The only time he can focus on himself is when Shiro is back and he distants himself for the team's sake and they just let him go. He's so affected by grief before the story starts and it doesn't give him a break. Even so, he's so kind and genuine about everything. He becomes the Black Paladin, not because he had no choice. Maybe at first, but he grows into that role and becomes a great leader.

Pidge? Pidge is a prodigy and a genius, able to hack firm and software from alien planets. She can fly a jet just from reading instruction manuels and have little to no trouble. At the same time, lost her brother and father all at once. When she finally got some clue as to what happened to them, she was kicked out and banned from the Garrison. She disguised as a boy and snuck in, abandoning her dream of becoming a fighter pilot because navigation would teach her more about scanning space for extraterrestrial communication and lifeforms. When she finally has the chance to find her family, she has to constantly give them and clues she may find up because Volton and the universe come first.

Hunk? Hunk is just as much of a genius as Pidge, even if the writers forget, with him able to spot foul play on an alien ship easily. He's so kind and loving yet fierce with his protection and so strong when defending his friends. He keeps spirits high with his warming attitude, even if he's the most home sick of them all. He acts the most realistically to become a child soldier. Still, even when he's terrified, he pushes on so that people like Shay can find out what freedom is. Feel it for themselves. When they go back to Earth, Hunk is the only one who has to fight to get his parents back and earn his happy ending. He suffers throughout the series, but he's always looking at the greener side.

Allura and Coran? They lost their families and thejr entire species before canon ever began. They lost so much and have nothing but revenge fueling them. They have to deal with the fact that they slept through the massacre of the Altean species and woke up far too late. They have to deal with inexperienced humans who have no real attachment to the war. They have to deal with the fact that they are the last of the Alteans. And when it's finally revealed that there are more survivors, they have to deal with the fact that they're being farmed by Lotor/Honerva for their quintessence. Allura was so depressed in season eight after falling for Lotor then being used so thoroughly by him. Coran never got to say goodbye to Allura before she died. Despite this, they still fight with all they have, making sure nobody has to face the loss they've felt.

Lance? Um. He's insecure about his place in the team? I guess Veronica nearly died but she didn't so whatever... He did spend a lot of his time in the Garrison being compared to Keith... But he also spent time he could've used to better his skills to sneak out and flirt with girls or hit the arcade. Um... I guess...

Um. Yeah.

See, I always wonder how people see such angst potential in Lance, or even see him as an angsty character in general. They act as though he's suffered the most in canon when, in reality, he hasn't. He has the most generic troubles and, I guess, it's more relatable that way? People don't have to struggle to relate to PTSD or abandonment issues or identity issues or child soldiers or losing your entire species.

Insecurity? That's easy because everyone feels insecure.

Which is why Lance is so popular.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying this isn't valid. It sucks to feel insecure and doubt your every move. The only difference is how common Lance's issues are compared to everyone else. Because Lance is generic as hell, people love to vent through him.

Lance has a stable friendship group, is constantly given everything he wants, and even manages to destroy what has been the canon ship over decades (Kallura). He invented a rivalry with Keith, who didn't even know who he was when they met. Because of that, people either ship them for the 'rivals to lovers' trope or hate Keith and act as though Keith was bullying him. Shiro doesn't take Lance's side often because Lance's ideas are dangerous or reckless. He still tries to let him down gently, making logical arguments (see: Shiro explaining that Red is fire-resistant so Keith has to go to the BOM HQ). Oh, but he's not on Lance's side so the fandom decides he's an awful leader. As if they know what a good leader is. They think a good leader is someone who gets distracted by a pretty girl and blames everyone but himself.

The only thing not given to Lance on a silver platter is Black. Thank God. But because he wasn't given Black when he was given everything else, fandom decides that DreamWorks hates Lance and decides to argue that Lance was always destined to be the Black Paladin. Ignoring how Black's colour scheme was LITERALLY ON KEITH'S CLOTHES.

So. Yeah. He definitely has potential before DreamWorks just started rewarding him for breathing. The insecurity he has could have been a good way to develop his character. He could have become someone outside of Keith or Shiro's shadow. He didn't need a love interest to prosper, as proven by the fact that he never prospered in canon.

His potential was there, just ignored because the writers were allergic to complex characters, even to the smallest degree.

(They should have gotten the writers for Race to the Edge to do Voltron ugh)

[whore-ibly-hot]

💚👻Yan!Harold Biddle Hc's💚👻

"Viewer beware, you're in for a scare."

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Yandere themes, dark behavior, possession, general spooks, serial killer, bullying, angst teen ghost boy?

AN: Requested by an Anon, this man has me down so bad, and I hope this inspires others to write for him. I love both old and new goosebumps media, and how our reader meets Harold is VERY similar to the goosebumps TV show episode 'The Phantom of the Opera'. Enjoy and happy belated Halloween! Go watch Goosebumps on Disney ➕️. Never done an HC before...

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💚In a situation for Harold to grow truly attached to someone, you would have to be from out of town, or visiting a family member, perhaps. Harold is filled with such hatred for his former classmates and there spawn, that even those who didn't kill him, he knows stood idly by and ignored him in school. Because of this, he probably wouldn't want the son or daughter of a former classmate.

👻Maybe you moved to Port Lawrence with your family, whether for work or a fresh start, or maybe your a distant cousin of one of the people in town. As long as you aren't a direct descendant, Harold will have an easier time coming to terms with these feelings.

💚Being new in town was hard for you, nerve wracking even. Everyone at this school seemed to have a clique or group, and even the loners had their own things going on. Luckily, you caught wind through overhearing some classmates that a party was being held on Halloween night. Hoping to make some real friends, you donned a costume and set out.

👻The address had been kind of hard to find, some old, blocked off road with a creepy mansion at the end. Still, the party was in full swing, teens dancing and drinking, strobe lights and shitty music filled the main room of the house. You asked one of your classmates, Lucas, about the house.

"Oh, yeah. Some kid died here like, a hundred years ago or something. Big explosions, a fire..." A skinnier boy in a cat costume cut him off. "Don't listen to Lucas, it wasn't a hundred years ago, dude. It was like, the 90s." He rolls his eyes.

💚A little uneasy about sneaking into a house, much more the site of a gruesome death, you tried to enjoy the party. After a few drinks, Dr. Pepper, you weren't trying to call your parents to take you home, you went looking for a bathroom.

This would prove pretty difficult. That same boy from earlier, Lucas, ate worms, and was puking in bathroom number one. The second bathroom was locked, and from the groaning and smacking inside, you could tell you didn't want to know what was going on inside.

👻This had left you with not choice but to go to the bathroom in the basement. Standing at the edge of the stairs and looking down the dark hallway, floored with rickety wooden steps, you had gathered your courage and descended.

💚Biddle had expected company, but unlike the mask he coerced Isabella into taking, or the camera he snuck in Isaac's bag, you didn't take anything. He waited for another, foolish teen to take something. He had a few items set out for specific peoples... but, he wasn't against another thief falling victim to his cursed items.

👻However, you surprised him. Just looked for the bathroom door, went, and then headed right back up to the party. When Mr. Bratt came home, the teens scattered, to cars and into the woods. Harold used this time to torment Allison, his burned, ghostly form shrieking at her. She had screamed in terror, and Isaiah soon found her.

💚You were driving home, but took pity and stopped to help a few of your classmates whose rides had fled. After several hours of dropping people off, you were finally able to get back home. A pair of pale ghostly eyes watched you from the window of your room. No one else had stopped to help their friends, much less strangers. How nice you were...

💚As days went by, and mysterious terrors afflicted the teens of Port Lawrence, you grew close to some of them. A busy body named Margot, a cheer leader named Allison, and a jock named Isaiah. All shared and English class with the new teacher (and owner of the Biddle house), Mr. Bratt. Mr. Bratt was odder at sometimes than others, almost like he was fighting with himself. He was always tired and dark eyed.

👻From deep inside, viewing the world through Mr. Bratt, Harold would observe the teens. It was just as he remembered it, the gossip, the catty looks and the fake smiles. But nothing sickened him more than watching you interact with the others, so sweet and kind, but only friends with the filth in this town.

👻On your end, you really liked Mr. Bratt. He was a funny teacher, always cracking jokes and saying something odd. He always gave you perfect grades, which was odd because you noticed you had gotten a few questions wrong when you would compare projects and assignments to classmates. Still, he was a great teacher.

💚Harold wasn't a fool. He had always been smart when he was alive, and his evil intentions had made him no less cunning. He knows he can't pursue you romantically as long as he's possessing a teacher. He'd rather not get his possession vessel arrested and sent to jail. He doesn't want his house empty, not right now.

👻When he heard you had taken up the role of a tech member for the drama department, he formed a plan. The old elevator platform to the schools abandoned basement was 'accidentally' left open, a gaping hole in the dark of the stage.

💚You unfortunately weren't aware of this, and had stayed late to finish some lighting set up. As you close up and turn out the overhead lights, the floor had felt as those it disappeared beneath you. As you plummet, you let out a pitch scream. It wasn't a long fall, not even that deep, but it hurt. Your hips and ankle were aching, throbbing, and red hot tears had begun to stream from your cheeks. You felt to scared to stand or move, but it was late. How were you supposed to get out of here?

👻As you whimpered, you heard a sound in the silence. Just then, a sound from the side. It sounded like a creaking floor panel.

"H-hello? Is someone there?" You called out fearfully. A boy, haired curly and tall looms over you. His eyes have dark circles, his face almost blends into the shadows of the basement, but... you chalk it up to blurry vision and bad lighting.

💚"Aw... how'd you end up down here?" He asked, voice low and slow as he had tilted his head. "I'm on tech crew, I fell. I think my ankle is... twisted or something. Could you help me?" She asks.

"Of course..." he drawled. His eyes darkened and a grin tugged at his cheeks as he said the next statement. "What kind of sick, sick monster would leave someone to die in a basement, all alone?" He said. You gulp and chuckle awkwardly. "Well, it's just my ankle. Don't think I'm dying." You joked.

👻"Course not. Come on." He had extended his hand to you, and hoisted you up against him with surprising strength. Despite the soft flannel shirt he was wearing, his skin felt frigid to the touch, yet oddly warm, an icey burning sensation could be felt where his hand was still on your arm.

"Should be a lever... right over-" he looks around, the snaps his fingers and points. "Right there." You had both hopped on the platform. "How'd you know how to get out of the basement, I heard it's been blocked off like, forever." She asks.

💚"I guess I just, know more than other people." He shrugs. Once he had helped you out of the school, you had gone to your car. Fidgeting with your keys, you faced away from him as you unlocked your car. "What did you say your name was?" You ask.

👻"Doesn't matter. Just a friend." When you turn to him with a confused look, he's gone. You looked around, but tired, you drove from the lot.

💚Back at the Biddle Manor, while Mr. Bratt tried to get a peaceful night of sleep without being possessed for once, Harold is in the basement, playing with the Polaroid camera Isaiah had tried so hard to destroy. He wonders, can it just take normal photos if he wills it too? He has other things to attend too, he can't always watch you, but he'd love a few pictures of you.

👻Even if the camera could only take pictures of your fate, maybe it wouldn't bother him too much. What would the future hold? Would you be with him? He hoped so, but the idea of what he could see that would displease him swayed him away from that path. No, he'll stick to watching you through Bratt, when he can, or through your windows on those precious nights you leave a curtain open.

💚As he sits in the room of his demise, he looks at his hands, black char marks occasionally appearing. For once, he doesn't focus on the burning rage and actual burning feeling that courses through his body. No, this warmth is softer. The warmth from when you touched him and he touched you. Contact, from someone who cared. Someone who he saw every private moment of, just to ensure that you had only pure intentions with everyone you met. Would you betray him if you knew, what he was like, who he was? He shakes his head. No. He holds all the cards now. He won't be weak ever again, he won't let you slip away.

👻💚👻💚👻💚👻💚👻💚👻💚👻💚👻💚👻💚

General bonus hc's:

💚Harold only wears what teens at Port Lawrence high now think of as 'grunge'. Oversized sweatshirt, flannels, loose pants. He has never once brushed his hair, even when he was alive. He doesn't hate that grunge is popular now though. He enjoy leaving a flannel or a Jean jacket in your closet, hoping you'll assume one of your parents gifted it to you.

👻You can always tell when his ghost in nearby, even if he's not visible there are tells, even if you don't realize what they are pointing too. You might feel a stinging if he passes by, a side effect of the pain from his burns. The smell of smoke and dark room chemicals fills the air if he's around, and you feel like your being watched.

💚He'd like to kiss you, or hold you, but he's not ready to even attempt that, much less a real introduction. He's got a lot going on right now. For now, you'll only see him around town, at night when your alone. At a bus stop? Oh, that mysterious boy from the other night us passing by. Buying a snack? He's got some spare cash. Walking home alone at night? Good thing his lanky silhouette can be seen leaning out from under a streetlight. Don't worry, he'll walk you home. You wouldn't believe the sort of monsters that live in this town, that lurk. It's enough to give you goosebumps...

You wonder why you always forget to ask his name...

[prosciuttoon]

Anyway, Shuro isn't the only character with problems, he isn't even the only Japanese/ Eastern Archipelago character, so not the only one with that specific background. And yet, he sure is the only one who acted out the way he did.

If you like him for .. whatever reason (narcissism? Based on your posts, I guess), that's fine, but like. There's extremely valid reasons for not liking him that aren't just "ur racist" or "you just don't understand!!!!"

hes the only one that acted out bc he was the only one that laios was interacting with that was the reason they fought?? laios wasnt talking to hien or benchidori or maizuru like that he didnt even meet them until he reunited w shuro in the dungeon

and when did i ever say “you’re racist if you hate him” all i did was talk abt the cultural context of his upbringing that would make him a terrible communicator. also, narcissism is such a weird word for liking a character a lot? and its not like im making him look innocent and flawless bc im literally explaining his flaws and where they come from. if someone doesnt like him bc he reminds them of someone that hurt them im not gonna try to change their mind, wouldnt hurt to know Why he acts like that but if theyre informed and still dont like him thats perfectly fine!!!

since i think u sent 2 asks ill just put the first one here and answer it too:

in the post abt him leaving izutsumi in the dungeon to come back “if she wants to” the “nuance” i was talking abt was the fact that he said “if she wants to” i.e giving her a choice to return (which she didnt do because she hated that place obv). also sorry hes not powerful enough to abolish slavery in his country, hes not even the heir to the family. dont think the eastern archipelago is strictly based on a specific time or reality in japan, probably just inspired by reality but not based on it, so shuros family is likely one of many families serving their “feudal lord” who rules a province of the country. in history, feudal lords were also under shogun and the emperor, but neither are mentioned in the manga iirc so i will guess that wasnt the case.

my aim w my posts isnt to force ppl to change their minds on whether or not they like a fictional character. im just giving an extra perspective w stuff from extra content plus my own experience (i.e being asian too) that some people may not know about. what they do w the info is up to them im not trying to tell people how to think. if they learn smth that changes their opinion fine if they dont also fine its not that serious. im just talking about my interpretations of the character.

if i see a critique i may think “wait but do they know about [insert notable info]”. if they dont know, would maybe be good to know bc its important to the character, if they do know and thats the conclusion they came to, thats it! i dont do any more than that n ur acting like im forcing everyone to like him.

tldr; just cuz i am explaining the root of his flaws doesnt mean im ignoring them. i still call him what he is! a loner who cant set boundaries and it only makes problems for himself and people around him, but i also happen to be interested in Where the behaviour comes from! (which happens to be heavily due to culture). doesnt mean im calling u racist if u dont like him wut

[bl-university]

2024 BL Universe Award Winners!

Thank you for your patience! We have tabulated the scores and the winners are…

Category 1: Language & Culture

Japanese Title:

Happy of the End by Tanaka Ogeretsu

2024 drama adaptation of comic.

Audio drama also exists.

Fun fact! This is the same creator for Yarichin Bitch Club.

Chihiro, a gay man rejected by his family meets Keito, a handsome loner with a troubled past. After a bizarre first encounter, Keito takes Chihiro in despite initial conflicts, and an unlikely bond forms between the two as they start living together.

Korean Title:

Love in the Big City by Sang Young Park

2024 drama adaptation of a novel.

Go Young, a gay man, and Choi Mi-ae, a straight woman, are best friends living together. Young sets out on a 10-year journey of self-discovery; his mother denies his sexual orientation, and he is compelled by social pressure to break up with his lover Sim Gyu-ho. Heartbroken, he travels back to Thailand and discovers more about himself.

Chinese Title:

The On1y One by Mu Su Li

2024 drama adaption of a novel called, “A Certain Someone.”

Also has an audio drama.

Fun fact! This is the same creator for Global University Entrance Examination and Copper Coins!

Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian must negotiate their new status as stepbrothers, enduring the ups and downs of their school and family experiences together. However, neither of them expected that romance would begin to spark between them!

Thai Title:

Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart!

2024 drama.

Fun fact! Completely Original Story!

Two men with contrasting lives are brought together by fate to collaborate on a grand heist. Joker, a boastful and talented thief, leads a double life, robbing corrupt elites and redistributing their wealth to struggling villagers. Jack, a calm and intimidating former taekwondin-turned-debt collector, believes in using his strength only to protect the weak and prefers peaceful solutions to conflict. Despite their differences, their uneasy partnership forms the heart of the story.

English Title:

Heartstopper by Alice Osman

2024 drama adaptation (season 3) of a comic.

Charlie would like to tell Nick that he loves him. Nick also has something important to say to Charlie. As they learn more about each other and their relationships, plan social events and parties and start thinking about university choices, everyone must learn to lean on those they love when life doesn’t go to plan.

Category 2: Medium / Format

Novel Title:

The Ballad of Sword and Wine by Tang Jiu Qing (Chinese)

Vol 1 & 2 released in 2024.

Also has a comic and audio drama!

Shen Zechuan is the eighth son of a traitorous Prince. He bears the hatred of the nation, but no one’s hate burns hotter than that of Xiao Chiye, the youngest son of another powerful Prince. As these two bitter enemies beat against the bonds of their fate, they find themselves kindred spirits, unlikely allies… and perhaps something more.

Comic Title:

Semantic Error by Angy & Jeo Soori (Korean)

Released in print in 2024.

Also has a novel, a drama, an animation, and an audio drama.

Fun Fact! The novel is being released in 2025 too!

Two university students start off on the wrong foot due to group project drama, but as they spend more time together, spicy attraction begins to develop between them.

Animation Title:

Twilight Out of Focus by Jyanome (Japanese)

Released on CrunchyRoll in 2024.

Also has a comic and audio drama.

Everything begins with second-year roommates Mao Tsuchiya and Hisashi Otomo setting, and recording, three rules to keep the peace in their dorm. The first is that Mao won’t tell anyone that his roommate is gay and “has a secret.” The second is that Hisashi won’t approach Mao romantically. The third is that both boys will respect each other’s “alone time.”

Live Action Title:

Our Youth by Hinoon (Japanese)

2024 drama adaptation.

Based on a Korean comic.

An exemplary student and a troublemaker delinquent are drawn together after the former discovers the latter’s secret, leading to an intimate relationship between the two.

Other Title:

Hedwig & the Angry Inch by John Cameron Mitchell (Korean)

2024 stage play adaptation.

Based on English stage play and movie.

A genderqueer singer who undergoes botched gender reassignment surgery and struggles with her identity while navigating love and her musical career.

Category 3: Content & Features

Best Emotional Title:

Love in the Big City by Sang Young Park (Korean)

Second win! Also won for Best Korean Title.

Best Comedy Title:

Perfect 10 Liners by JittiRain (Thai)

2024 drama adaptation.

Based on the novel called Engineer Cute Boy.

Arm, a new engineering student, manages an online fan page featuring campus heartthrobs. His feud with Ark, a senior in the elite ‘Divine Peers’ group, escalates when Arm posts Ark’s photos without consent. Ark has feelings for him.

Best Fantasy Title:

Meet You At The Blossom by Shui Qian Cheng (Chinese)

2024 drama adaptation.

Based on the novel called, Blooming Flowers, Silent Sorrow.

Also has an audio drama.

Fun Fact! A joint production between China and Thailand!

Jin Xiao Bao falls in love with icy, white-clothed beauty Huai En due to an unexpected meeting. Huai En seems to have aroused a lot of enmity however. When he comes to the rescue of an injured Huai En, who’s tainted by an aphrodisiac, the true identity of this beauty is revealed.

Best Kinky Title:

Wandee Goodday by Nottakorn (Thai)

2024 drama adaptation.

Based on the novel called Wandee Witthaya.

Because of a broken heart and drunkenness, Dr. Wandee goes from darling to daring, entangling himself with Muay Thai fighter Yoryak Phadetseuk. A one-night stand somehow turns into a fan with benefits relationship, though feelings creep up that the two don’t dare accept when they each have someone else lingering in their hearts.

Best Dead Dove Title:

Happy of the End by Tanaka Ogeretsu (Japanese)

Second Win! Also one for Best Japanese Title.

Best Omegaverse Title:

Tadaima, Okaeri by Ichikawa Ichi (Japanese)

2024 animation adaptation.

Also has a comic and audio drama.

In a heartwarming tale of love and acceptance, Masaki Fujiyoshi, a househusband, navigates societal prejudices alongside his beloved husband, Hiromu Fujiyoshi, and their adorable son, Hikari.

Best Explicit Title:

Deep Night by Guy Suwannaroj & LITA P (Thai)

2024 drama adaptation.

Also has a novel.

Khemthis, son of Madame Freya who owns top host club Deep Night Club, is fascinated by star host Wela. As he tries getting closer, obstacles arise.

Best Fluffy Title:

Only Boo! by peachhplease (Thai)

2024 drama adaptation.

Based on the novel called Just Curry.

Kang sells curry-rice at a school. Moo is a grade twelve student who dreams of becoming an idol. He splits his time between hitting on Kang and training. He simultaneously wants love and to realize his dream, but it seems he cannot have it when debuting comes with the caveat that relationships are forbidden.

Best Couple:

Jack and Joker from Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart! (Thai)

Second Win! Also won for Best Thai Title.

Best Overall Title:

Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart!

Third Win! Also won for Best Thai Title & Best Couple.

Thank you!

We appreciate everyone’s participation and have gathered a lot of great feedback!

Some things to clarify:

The Chinese Title for Language & Culture does include Taiwan and Hong Kong for now. This is very similar to the English Title including the United States, the United Kingdom, Australia, and Canada. We understand that may people feel strongly that these should be separate, but they do have many similar backgrounds that should not be ignored and right now they help prop each other up in areas they lack a bit. This may change in the future, but we think this is acceptable for now.

We will be adding and taking away some awards in the future! We’re already considering what will be in next year’s! Additionally, we know it’s hard to keep track of what is released in the year, so be on the lookout for our monthly wrap-up posts!

We were recommended to add a Community Category where we can highlight other entities helping to promote and celebrate BL! We have many exciting ideas for this, so please look forward to next year’s Awards!

Thank you very much!

The BL President

[thefrogdalorian]

Dincember Day 4: Lights

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1823 Rating: General Summary: You introduce Din to a favourite Life Day tradition of yours: hanging up lights. It's a tradition that he finds slightly bemusing but after a slight hiccup which is soon resolved, thanks to the abilities possessed by Grogu, the two of you set about making a cheesy new Life Day tradition all of your own. Content Warnings: None! Author's note: this was SO soft and sweet I want to cry and I wrote it sghjks. I just love imagining Din as the oblivious, dense himbo that I truly believe he is. There is nothing behind those brown eyes and I could not love him more for it.

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

Logically you knew that until he had crossed paths with Grogu, Din Djarin had led a solitary existence. There were several reasons for that. His upbringing with the Children of the Watch had isolated him from the rest of the galaxy and, as you had gotten to know Din better, you had found him to be somewhat of a loner just by nature. Din liked his space and peace. It was something precious to him, that he had worked hard to maintain. That was until he found Grogu and met you. Then everything had changed. But there were still occasional reminders of the man Din used to be, not least with the holiday season approaching.

Unlike Din, you had numerous happy memories of Life Day celebrations from your childhood. Yet, Din had never even heard of the traditional Wookiee celebration until he had reached adulthood and begun to make his own way through the galaxy. His revelation that he had never celebrated the holiday you loved before had stunned you, but you were determined to help him make the most of it. Especially since it would be the first time he would spend Life Day in his new cabin on Nevarro. 

As you sat at the kitchen table with Din and Grogu, enjoying a mug of caf on a rare day off for both you and Din, the conversation shifted to the upcoming holiday. You had found your favourite Mandalorian to be endearingly clueless when it came to the festive traditions that you had enjoyed since childhood.

“You’ve seriously never celebrated Life Day before?” You asked again, in disbelief. Your heart ached as you thought of all the fun traditions that Din had missed out on over the years.

“No, I told you cyare, I’ve never really had a reason to.” Din confirmed with a nod, “I’ve never really had a home to celebrate it in.”

“Well, that’s changed,” You said, smiling at Din as you placed your hand on his softly, delighting in the sparks that flew between you at that simple touch. You left your hand on his as they cradled his mug, which contained the last few dregs of the pot of caf Din had brewed as part of your morning routine. “If you would like to, perhaps today we could put some lights up outside the cabin? I think I brought some when I moved in. They’re probably in the boxes of stuff we haven’t sorted through yet.”

“Put the lights... outside the cabin?” Din asked curiously.

“Of course,” You nodded, as though it were the most obvious thing in the galaxy.

“What’s the point of that?” Din questioned, “We won’t be able to see them, then.”

You opened your mouth to respond but, now that you thought of it, you actually could not argue with Din’s observation. The cabin was located on a secluded part of Nevarro, by the lava flats. It wasn’t as though anyone would be able to see the twinkling lights outside your cabin. But perhaps if they were inside, you could enjoy the multicoloured lights for yourselves. It was something that you had never questioned before, a tradition that you mindlessly replicated year after year.

“Actually, I’ve never thought about it that way,” You admitted. “It’s just a tradition, I suppose.”

“Well, why don’t we make our own traditions?” Din suggested with a smirk. “This is our home, we can make the rules.”

“I’d love that, Din,” You smiled at him, your heart fluttering at his choice of words. Our home. Din had never made you feel anything less than completely welcome here, but it had still taken your brain some time to catch up with that sweet sentiment. “Let me go and dig out the lights.”

As Din cleaned up after you in the kitchen, you headed down the hall to the small alcove at the back of the cabin that contained the stack of boxes you had always meant to unpack since you had moved in, but alas was a task that you had never quite got around to. You felt a pang as you glanced at the slightly-tattered boxes. They were reminders of your old life, a life before Din. Bittersweet, faded memories from another time and place. A place that you thought of often, occasionally missed. But there was no one in this galaxy, or any galaxy, that you would rather spend your life with than Din Djarin. You were so glad that you had found him now.

After rummaging around the various boxes for a few minutes, you eventually found what you had been searching for - the elusive box that contained the string of multicoloured lights that you would hang around the cabin. But your excitement soon turned to disappointment. There was a problem, a pretty sizeable one, in fact. You groaned in frustration, slapping your hands against your sides in anger. The noise sent Din hurrying down the hallway towards you to see what the matter was, holding Grogu in his arms.

“What’s the matter, cyare?” Din asked quietly. He was clearly concerned.

“They’re all tangled,” You said, defeatedly, slumped back against the wall, holding the bundle of matted cables in your lap. “There’s no way we’ll ever be able to get all the knots out. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, let me take a look,” Din said, placing Grogu on the floor as he held his hand out towards you. 

You passed him the lights, admiring his tenacity. When you were so quick to give up, Din would always perservere. But there was nothing that could get you out of this mess. The hurried nature of the move had meant you had carelessly scooped the lights up and crammed them into a box. You knew trying to untangle them would be fruitless. As you looked at the miserable mass of cables, it brought back memories of your childhood. Tangled lights had been a recurring problem each year. It had always been your responsibility to sit there and patiently untangle them. You had never seen anything like this before, though. You wondered whether the weekly market on Nevarro might have a vendor who supplied Life Day decorations so that you could replace the lights.

It was a suggestion that you were about to make to Din, a brilliant idea to get you out of this predicament. But before you could, the smallest member of your Clan decided to intervene. In all your ruminations, you had forgotten about the little child who had been patiently observing the scene before him. Grogu’s instinct had always been to use his abilities to help others. Now, you saw evidence of that once more as his green eyelids squeezed shut as he raised his little hand in the air in front of him. 

You and Din watched in amazement as the string of lights slowly began to unravel. The knots that would have taken your human hands hours to sort out had vanished in seconds thanks to Grogu’s abilities. When the last of the lights had straightened out, he stared at the two of you with his ears raised and a small smile on his face, rightfully feeling proud of himself. 

“Thank you, little guy,” Din said affectionately as he scooped Grogu up and pressed his nose to his. 

You stood up from your position on the floor, where you had remained, transfixed by seeing Grogu's powers in action. “Thank you for helping, Grogu,” You said as you stood next to Din and stroked his soft, wrinkled head gently.

“You did good, kid,” Din praised. “Maybe you can help us string them up too, save me digging out the ladder.”

Grogu was only too happy to help with that too, helping – under direction from you and Din – to place the lights around the cabin's main room. It certainly made the entire decorating considerably less stressful than you remembered from days past. But the exertion had worn the little boy out and once the task was complete, he was sleepy. You put him down for a nap in his crib in the cabin.

“Thank you, Grogu.” You said as you gently kissed him on his forehead after tucking him in. You watched him for a few moments, enjoying how at peace he seemed, surrounded by his mountain of the plushies that you and Din had spoiled him with over the months.

When you wandered back into the main room, your breath was taken away by how effortlessly stunning Din looked as he stood there, bathed in the twinkling, multicoloured lights. The sun had set, no light made its way into the cabin except for the lights Grogu had strung up. You stood there silently, in awe, as you admired his side profile: from his dark curls, long enough to hang just over his forehead, to his gorgeous, prominent nose that you loved so much and, finally, the way his dark eyes sparkled in the shimmering lights. You knew he did not realise how handsome he looked, which made it all the better. 

Eventually, you found yourself broken from your silent reverie as Din looked over to the entryway where you stood, a thoroughly smug look on his face.

“You checking me out?” Din said, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe,” You shrugged as you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, a motion that he reciprocated. “You just look so handsome in all the lights,” You admitted, pressing your body to his and leaning up to kiss him softly, “Putting them up inside the cabin was a stroke of genius.”

“I have my moments,” Din said with a wink. Then, one of Din’s hands moved from its position on your waist to instead hold your hand. He took your joined hands and adjusted them so your joined hands were outstretched at your side. Then, to your surprise, he started moving and spinning you around to some invisible beat.

“Din? What are you–?” You trailed off, breaking into laughter at how the events had taken a turn for the bizarre.

“I don’t know!” Din said between laughter, “Something about the lights just makes me want to dance with you.”

So you twirled around, bathed in the multicoloured glow of the lights, the grin on your face reflected on Din’s as he took your hand and spun you around, relishing in this new tradition. The only soundtrack was your breathless laughter. It was a spontaneous, intimate moment of such simple joy and playfulness that all your inhibitions melted away. You could not imagine that either of you would ever feel comfortable enough to do something like this with another soul. Yet here you were, giggling and dancing like no one was watching beneath the twinkling lights.

And to think, such a moment - a brand new tradition - would never have happened without Din suggesting you deviate from your tradition in how to hang your Life Day lights.

[twimshi]

Macha and Mango (Sugawara x reader)

A/N wrote this WIP suga x reader, im not that well-versed in romance but!! i couldnt help but write this for my KING KOUSHI (also bc i had an ephipany when i got married to him in tomodachi life on my 3ds. PLZ LEAVE UR COMMENTS, I LITRALLY LIVE OF IT SO PLZ DEW NAWT BE SHY. (tell me what you think/want to see in the future, bc this fic touches on a few things but im still not too sure on the actual direction)

Music i recc reading this too: Pier 4 (clairo) Steam (shellly) Still love you (The tulips) or any intrumental of something sweet really sets the mood.

SUMMARY: YN is gracefully (forcefully) kicked out of her house to get some fresh air because she's been a bum at home. After a while, she meets a particularly pretty girl who seems stuck on a tree.

Mornings are always better after she’s used the toilet, the troubles of yesterday flushed away quite literally.

On summer breaks she’d usually stay at home watching cartoons that she couldnt catch up with during the school week, but unfortunately, YN’s nocturnal routine was RUDELY interrupted by her nagging mother. Something about making new friends and creating meaningful youthful memories.

PAH! She was perfectly capable of making memories on her couch, like right now. She hanged upside down on her couch to scoop ice cream in her mouth, she’s sure no one was as skilled as upside down icecream eating as her!

But with her skin becoming stickier from sweat, and her mothers adamant nagging, she had no choice to go out of her safe heaven (totally after not getting kicked out from her house, totally not)

The sun is way too bright for YN’s liking, could it like, dim down… Why did humans even have to be awake during the day? Night was way more fun, all the shows were around the time of her ‘bedtime’ and no one would ask a meek twelve-year-old girl to walk out for ‘fresh air’

This sucks balls, seriously.

She angrily plopped herself on a grass patch that seemed relatively free from ants.

With her leaning on the tree, she idly watches a group of kids her age play some sport, tag?

She wonders if she should engage for a moment, she was definitely tag material with how fast she runs (That time her mom called her to join her for icecream for breakfast was one of the rare times she participated in her mom’s weekly morning jogs) 

While she entertained the idea of new friends, she couldnt be bothered, running like way too much effort.

That was totally not the fact that she was worried about intruding.

It does make her wonder, if she just walk in and be a part of those kids running, to be a part of something bigger than herself.

Maybe like that girl who was running after the boy to pass him some water before he goes back to playing soccer.

It would feel pretty special would it not?

YN lets herself lean back on the tree, maybe if she had something special or do something special then maybe— just maybe, she’d have something to be proud of.

She checks the time on her Tamagotchi watch.

How can it only be five minutes since I left home?!

There was no way her mom was gonna let her in the house yet. Maybe she could report her to the police for child negligence…

No! Evil thoughts begon! But the idea was slightly entertaining—

Why was this tree sniffling?

YN sticks her head near on the tree. Strange, the sounds are gone. She covers her one side of her ear to get a better listen.

I must be the chosen one.

If going out and being a loner meant she could be chosen by Mother Nature, she would have left her room a long time ago.

She looks up to the sky to thank the gods, to only see a strange thing on one of the branches.

A grey-haired girl? Did the gods send me a servant...

“Hey, you there!” A meek voice shouts out. She pried her face slowly away from the branch she was hiding, revealing her tear-stained and snotty face.

Woah she’s pretty 

“Help me down from here!”

Uhm rude, no hi?

“Excuse me, is this how you’re supposed to talk to your master, why should I be assisting you?”

“What nonsense are you yapping about? Help me down, now!” The pretty girl wailed as the other stands below her with her hands on her hips.

“I’ll help you down, when you stop being such a wuss”

The pretty girl looks at YN like she’s crazy “You don't get it, there was t-the bug! It was so ugly and scary!”

“Who are you to insult the creations of mother nature!” YN stares up the the sky once more.

If this is who you send to be my assistant, just so you know, she is literally a bug hater, how can anyone hate nature. Speaking of which, my leg feels kinda itchy—

Just as she’s about to walk away to ask someone for help, a big, disgusting, scary looking bug starts crawling on her sandals.

It takes a moment for her to register this life-or-death situation before she is letting out the most blood curdling scream.

Somehow YN, who is known for being a lazy pig, managed to climb her way up the tree.

So lets get this straight, the girl just climbled ontop of a tree, and her sandals are no where to be found.

YN looks over to her side to see the person she’s been clutching on the whole time, the pretty girl.

Well, this couldn't be so bad…..Why was she shimmying her hands away? 

“Uhm…hey your slipping away”

“Hmmph!”

With her hand still clutched to the girl she couldnt help but find somewhat peace in the oddity of the situation before the pretty girl shurgs off her clutched hands, her lifeline was letting her slip away.

“Hey! Why’d you let my arm go!”

“You were totally gonna leave me here!”

“Was not!”

“You were gonna walk away!”

“Because I can't reach to the tree and help, duh”

“Oh….”

A small moment of silence later, YN tried to grab hold of the ridiculously soft hands of said pretty girls hands for it to be shugged away once more “Hey what gives!”

“You called me a wuss….”

Darn my honest and truthful mouth! Not my fault that I cant tell a lie!

“I— Well uh….Sorry” YN hears the other girl whisper something under her breath “What was that?”

“...Say that your a wuss”

“What?! Why would I admit to a lie?”

“You got scarred of the bug too, say your a wuss!”

Even if he had a point, YN refused to back down “Not gonna”

“Fine then” The pretty girl ‘Hmphs’ for a final time, before places her hands to side of the branch, almost like she was setting a bait for a rat. How pretty did this skank think she was, sure she her grey hair was pretty unique but who cares? Not her—

Darn it i’m no better than a rat with swiss cheese.

“I’m…”

Was this worth it? To throw away her dignity just to hold a pretty girls hand on a tree?

“A wuss” YN groans into the palms of her hands, defeat was the worse.

Suddenly the strong summer winds blow against the tree causing it to shake violently, YN and the pretty girl let out a scarred shriek.

Once the winds calm down, YN feels the blocks of frustration building up in her chest.

This was so stupid, all she wanted to do was go home, chill, but noooo mom wanted her to go out for some fresh air. STUPID FRESH AIR—

YN feels like her arms suddenly feel colder than usual, stickier, and burning? She was somehow freezing and also wamn?

She let herself peek through her messy overgrowned bangs that her mom carelessly cut.

It was the pretty girl, holding her arm securely in her own.

Was holding hands always this electrifying?

Woah, was this the fresh air mom talked about?

She was like a prince.

But a million times better.

“Woah, that was pretty scary you okay—”

“Be my wife!”

“W-what?”

“I declare us as married! What say you?”

“I’m a little lost—”

“Great we’re married!”

“I don't think thats how marriage works” Pretty girl grips on her hand a little tighther “My name's kou—”

“But i’m not—  Eh, why not” Pretty girl repositions both their hands so they can sit comfortably on the branch. "Don't people become friends first before marriage?"

“Friendship is for loser lamo wannabes that breakoff anytime. Marriage is a lifelong thing. How else are we going to be together forever?”

“Are you kids stuck up there!” 

A lucky adult who was walking his dog somehow managed to notice the two kids on the tree and got them down safely.

Though it was kinda hard to get them both down, not because the tree was too tall— but because they kept holding each other, too caught up in whatever weird thing they had going on.

Pretty girls dad came rushing to his daughter after a while, seemingly searching for her for quite some time (close to calling the police also).

Pretty girls dad offered to call YN’s mother who was also close to calling the cops for her missing child, but why would she? It’s only been ten minutes since she’s left the house—

Oh the sun is setting, how long have i been out for?

Unknown to herself, YN has actually been out for a record breaking three hours.

Woah, three hours on a tree. She's sure the last time she'd been out of the house that long was probably her birth (she dosent count grocery shopping)

Pretty girl smiled sheepishly as the two worried parentsexchanged worried woes about their two kids as the two kids continue their shy looks at each other, hands still interlocked with each other.

“So, I guess i’ll get going now. Dad said my mom made my favourite today, spicy mapo tofu….”

Pretty girl is still talking, she wants to listen to her, but YN feels something unfunny bubbling in her.

Balls i’m going to cry.

She doesn't know why the idea of just letting go of her hands hurts so much, stupid emo ass emotions.

YN can’t help herself to stare into their interlocked hands, taking mental pictures of the tiny moles on her hand as if it’ll be the last time she sees it (Even if it is) 

YN mindless breakdown is cut short when she feels her hand being whisked away into the sweaty-coldish palms in her own, forcing her to look up.

“Why do you look so sad?” She can’t take her eyes off pretty girl’s own, it was like she was holding her hostage.

Starring into her eyes, it felt like she was incapable to lie to her captor “Because your going to let go of my hand…” and me.

It felt like the end of the world for this seven year old.

But pretty girl didnt seem phased one bit, maybe she didn't feel the same impending doom YN felt.

“Thats true, but I don't think i’ll ever really let go in a sense right?”

“Your talking a bunch of baloney” YN can’t help feel hopeless, her kou-chan was going to go away and she wasnt as sad as her, it must mean she didnt care—

Just like that, she interlocks her pinky on YN’s ring finger “I’m your wife after all”

Oh.

My tummy feels funny.

YN stands there, she’s been slain by the prettiest girl and what makes things worse is that she’s not even mad. It was like an all consuming fire that danced around her, its multicoloured flames cutting through her skin like a saturday afternoon that she wished never ended.

Even when the two girls parted in opposite ways, pretty girl looked back once to give a wave goodbye, YN couldnt help to look back another time.

“I didn't catch their names, sorry sweety, we could run back over to them. I don't think they're that far—”

YN shakes her head “Nah its okay mom, we’ll find each other for sure!”

“Without a cellphone? Not likely. How are you so sure hon? You're not even sure of what hobby you like half of the time...”

YN stares at her ring finger, a silent, yet loud promise echoing in her head.

 “I’m your wife after all”

“Mom, i think i might need to use bathroom my tummy feels funny again”

“We’re almost home sweety— oh! YN HONEY HOLD IT IN UHM…Sir! Sorry my kid’s gonna crap themselves, could we use you restroom? Don't worry sweety, i’ll carry you there!”

Fortunately YN made it to the toilet in time, but one thing is for sure.

Regardless if it was the war she was about to face on the toilet bowl, that special feeling pretty girl gave her, it will be one she’d never forget.

Kou-chan— whatever her name was, would find her again. Maybe they'd forget each other, it didnt matter. She'd reconigse the burn, the magnetic spell the pretty girl somehow casted on YN at Miyagi park anytime.