#I always knew TAS existed but I was never able to watch it.

[kira-light0-but-i-reblog-stuff]

I'm watching Star Trek: The Animated Series for the first time, and I'm only 52 seconds in, and I'm already smiling so much it hurts. It feels unreal to hear "new" (at least for me) content from the cast. I love star trek so much.

[silent-sanctum]

A Slice of Morioh: Stone Free

Okay I felt self-indulgent for a bit and I wanted to write a bit for the Kujos in Morioh. So, enjoy this short fic where baby Jolyne discovers her Stand for the first time 😊

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Your daughter was always the excitable child who loved to explore the world around her, including the supernatural existence of Stands.

That was why Jolyne was with you and Jotaro on the trip to Morioh because you both knew she’d throw multiple tantrums and whine about how she’d miss her dad or why he got to see new stuff while she didn’t.

Perhaps what contributed to her excitement of Stand was her exposure to Star Platinum and Silent Sanctuary two years ago.

It all happened when you were out investigating a Stand report case and Jotaro had to watch over her. He had many things needed to be done for an upcoming conference and the little one had began to fuss and cry for her father’s attention.

She was at the top of the stairs that afternoon, stomping her foot to grab Jotaro’s attention, and just as the man was about to respond, her foot slipped off the edge and would have tripped down the staircase if it wasn’t for Star’s instantaneous reaction, catching her before an accident could occur.

Jotaro was about to scold her out of worry but stopped when Jolyne gaped in awe, staring at the hovering purple ghost that stared back at her with wide eyes. And it occurred to him that his child was able to see Star Platinum. She was able to see Stands.

You had come home the next day upon hearing the news and went to check it for yourself. You situated Jolyne in her room and together with your spouse, brought out both of your Stands for her to see.

At the end of that session, Jolyne sat on the plush carpet as she giggled at Star and Sanctuary’s antics to play with her, while you and Jotaro looked at each other with growing concern. If Jolyne could see Stands, then she must have a Stand dormant within her as well, the virus responsible for its creation passed down from your blood to hers.

You two could only prepare for that day to come and the explanations and trainings to follow. Though, you never thought it would happen in the middle of the night in Morioh.

She slept in a different room near the master bedroom where you and Jotaro occupied, so you’d expect the little girl to barge into your room every morning with the sound of her footsteps coming over.

However-

“Mommy! Daddy!”

The two of you jumped out of bed in an instant and rushed over to your daughter’s bedroom. Jotaro swung the door open in a panic and the both of you hurried inside.

Jolyne sat upright on her bed, crying as she raised her arms before her with hands replaced with translucent cyan blue strings. She noticed you standing in surprise and directed her arms to you with tears in her eyes.

“My hands are gone!” She cried. “I want them back mommy!”

“Oh baby...” You approached her and sat by her side, wrapping an arm around her sides to gently grasp her wrists. “I know this looks scary at first, but you just have what me and daddy have.”

Jolyne sniffled, turning to you with confusion. “What is it?”

“Do you remember our ghost friends, Star and Sancty?” Jotaro said as he sat by his daughter’s side opposite to you. She nodded. “Now, you have one as well.”

As simple as that, Jolyne beamed and gasped. “Really?!”

The raven-haired nodded once, reaching out to grasp Jolyne’s strings with Star Platinum’s hand. You followed after and wrapped the other spool of strings with Silent Sanctuary’s fabric. “Yes pearl. Your very own ghost buddy that’ll accompany you until the end of time.”

“B-But, why are my hands gone? Mommy and daddy’s hands are still here but mine are strings...,” Jolyne pouted. "My ghost's a meanie."

“Well, you can tell your friend to give your hands back,” you said, running your thumb over her wrists to ease her remaining anxiety. “They’ll listen to you. Just say, ‘pretty please give my hands back’ and ta-da!” You opened your palms to mimic tiny poofs. “Wish granted.”

The little girl puffed her cheeks and nodded, wiping her eyes first before closing them tight. “Ghost friend, can I have my hands back pretty please?”

In a few seconds, all of you watched as the blue strings moved on it own, tightly weaving together until they formed into the desired shape. By the end of their movement, your daughter’s chubby hands returned back to normal.

Jolyne opened one eye to peek at the result and let out one big “whoa” with much delight. “Mommy, daddy! They’re back! Look, look! ”

You giggled, hugging her as a reward. “Good job Jojo~”

“Can you bring your friend out pearl?” Jotaro asked, curious, but Jolyne tilted her head with a pout.

“What do you mean daddy?”

“Like this...” At cue, Star Platinum manifested out of Jotaro with a wide smile fixed on his face. “Just show them as a whole.”

You let Sanctuary out as well, letting the banshee-like Stand face your child and reaching out to her. “There’s no need to worry dear. Let your friend hold Sancty’s hands and she’ll guide them out.”

“Okay...” She closed her eyes tight again and clenched her fists, making another wish. “Mommy’s and daddy’s ghosts are waiting for you. Can you come out please?”

“You can talk to your friend in your head, Jolyne. No need to keep speaking it out loud,” Jotaro said, placing an encouraging hand on her back.

Within the next few seconds, two cyan limbs phased out of your daughter’s chest and Sanctuary immediately stretched forward for them to grab. Moving back, your Stand drew out Jolyne’s Stand out.

“Woah!” Your daughter gaped with awe, so did you and Jotaro, watching as the cyan child humanoid giggled, softly wrapped with rose-gold from your smiling Stand. There wasn’t anything too extreme in terms of its appearance, with its form simply wearing a pair of neon green shades and striped shoulder pads, likely inspired by Silent Sanctuary’s blindfold and Star Platinum’s shoulder plates.

Star hovered closer and gestured your Stand to hand over the young ghost to him and at their body now in his grasp, Jotaro’s Stand grinned and lifted them to the air like a proud father, all while the cyan child played with his flowing hair.

“Star! Please behave!” Your husband said, cheeks tinted pink.

You cooed. “Does this mean that aside from our parental paranoia about our child’s safety, you’re somewhat also happy that Jolyne has a Stand to fend herself with now?”

Jotaro sighed, combing his hair back. “As you can see...” He gestured to the two Stands gleefully welcoming the new one into the family.

You huffed and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Our little girl is a strong one,” you muttered. “With enough time, she’ll grow up to be as tough as you, jagiya.”

He hummed, reassured. “Or as you.”

“As the both of us.” You leaned your head on his shoulder with a shy smile.

“Mommy?” You let out one acknowledging ‘yes?’ as Jolyne looked at you with wide eyes, her Stand now hovering before her waiting. “Does she have a name?”

“What do you want to name her sweetheart?”

“Hmm...” Your daughter pondered. After a bit of thinking, Jolyne widened her eyes and held her Stand’s hand. “Stone Free! Her name’s Stone Free!”

“That’s a great name.” Jotaro said before you could, ruffling her hair. “You take care of her, alright?”

“I will!” Your daughter gave one big nod and let Stone Free back into her with a silent command. At the same time, you and your husband’s Stands did the same. She tossed herself to hug both parents. “Thank you mommy, daddy.”

Realizing it was still 2 in the morning, you helped tuck Jolyne back into bed with the child now under the sheets with you still caressing her hair as you sat on the edge of her bed, while Jotaro knelt on the other side.

“Will my baby sister or brother have a ghost friend too?” She mumbled. Instinctively, you placed a palm over your small tummy bump. You shared a look with your concerned husband from across the bed and answered truthfully.

“We’ll just have to wait and see, pearl.”

Seemingly contented, Jolyne nodded and closed her eyes, preparing to return to sleep. You kissed her forehead and stood, walking to the door with Jotaro by your side, his arm around your waist. You paused and sent one last glance at your child.

“Good night sweetheart.”

“Good night~"

[transskywardsword]

ive been in a four sword mood so have a little drabble with vio and shadow. could be read as romantic or platonic, up to the reader

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Vaati’s palace was cold. Being half-tied to the dark world meant the constant chill of death drafted through every corridor, and Vio hated it. He hated every drafty room and every freezing corridor, hated the never-ending gooseflesh on his arms-- hated the absence of warmth from the other pieces of him. He'd never been cold beside Green, Blue, and Red, not really, constantly warmed by Red's smile and Blue's humor and Green's bright eyes. But they were gone, and Vio was alone.

It would all be worth it, Vio reminded himself as he leaned against the balcony's edge. A mighty windstorm ravished the ground far below, pulling at Vio’s hair. It would all be worth it; he'd destroy the Dark Mirror, stripping Vaati of his power, and then he could reunite with the Links. Reunite, and apologize. The plan was perfect, even if it left his heart aching.

“Here.”

Vio jumped at the voice, hand going to his sword hilt, but it was just Shadow. For a boy who thrived on theatrics and chaos, Shadow always moved silently, slipping in and out of darkness and slinking into the edge of one's vision completely undetected. It was more than a little terrifying to think of just what Shadow could do with such a skill. Instead, Shadow held out a dark purple cloak to Vio. He shook the cloak in Vio’s face.

“Take it. Watching you shiver is making me cold.”

Gingerly, Vio took it, running his hands along the soft satin.

“I, uh, thought it would match,” Shadow said, and the almost hidden uncertainty in his voice made Vio smile.

“Thank you. It’s very warm,” Vio said, pulling it over his shoulders. Shadow shrugged.

“It’s whatever,” he said, stretching his arms above him, “no biggie.” Vio’s insides warmed a bit at the brightness in Shadow’s voice; Shadow often tried to hide his true feelings behind grandiose actions and brash language, but with Vio... with him, the kid always seemed brighter, softer. More human.

"I didn't think you'd be able to feel the cold," Vio said, burying deeper into the satin as a particularly strong gust of wind blew across the balcony.

"Oh, I can't," Shadow said matter of factly. "Just like ta pretend."

That was what intrigued Vio most about the creature beside him. Despite existing purely because of dark magic and being about as close to a living Hylian as, well, a shadow was to the sun, Shadow seemed determined to live. Despite his fangs, his waxy dead skin, his hollow eyes, Shadow seemed determined to be a person, forcing himself to eat, enduring burning sunlight for morning walks with Vio, even spending hours each night staring at the ceiling of his room, trying his hardest to will himself to sleep.

"Here." Vio held up a corner of the cloak and gestured for Shadow to come closer. "Now you can pretend to be warm."

Shadow blinked and Vio gave him a reassuring smile. Slowly, the creature sidled up against Vio's side, tucking his chin on Vio's shoulder and holding the cloak tightly closed around them.

"Better?" Shadow said, his breath tickling Vio's ear. Suddenly, Vio's voice was gone. He was going to kill Shadow. Destroying the Dark Mirror would most certainly take Shadow with it, Shadow and his drawl and his gifts and his desperate, desperate need to live. Vio knew this. He knew the plan from day one. But with Shadow so close, his temperature-less hands on Vio's, the thought was excruciating. Much to his embarrassment, Vio felt his eyes go wet, Shadow's face blurring with the beginning of tears.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry. I know my skin is creepy, I'll-- I'll go, you probably don't want to waste time with me and--"

"Stay," Vio croaked, holding fast to Shadow's wrist. "Please. I don't want to be alone."

Shadow pressed closer. "You ain't alone. You've got me." He brushed a strand of blond hair behind Vio's ear. "Is this about the other Links? You don't need them. You and I, we got each other. We don't need other Links, or Vaati, or Ganon, we got what we need right here."

Vio shifted, pulling Shadow closer to him and imagining that somehow he could feel the boy's warmth, could hear his heartbeat, could feel the expansion of his chest.

"Want to know a secret?" Shadow whispered. "I'm gonna usurp Vaati and take control of the mirror. You and I-- we'll be in charge. We'll create a Hyrule we deserve. With the mirror, we'll be invincible. Just you and me, Shadow and Vio, against the world. Doesn't that sound amazing?"

"Like a dream," Vio whispered. Shadow laughed.

"Better than a dream. Because we're gonna make it real."

Vio squeezed his eyes shut. All he saw was broken glass and a broken body that looked just like his.

[lostangelssong]

Tron: TAS - the best character

I was feeling nostalgic tonight about one of my favorite series when I was a kid. And because it's late, and I'm awake I want to talk about it. Particularly, I want to talk about Turing - my favorite character from Tron: The Animated Series.

What? You don't remember Turing? He was a recurring villain in season one and had that awesome face heel-face turn in season two, during the episodes where Tron got reprogrammed. And he was voiced by Tim Curry to make it even more awesome! How can you not remember Turing?

No one thought that much of Turing during season one, both in the show, and as far as people watching it were concerned. He was a program that was vaguely reminiscent of Dr. Wily from the Ruby-Spears Megaman cartoon, but instead of being the main villain of the season, he was kind of like the Mandarin in Season 1 of the 90s Iron Man Cartoon - before he became the big villain in season 2. Mandarin that is - not Turing. So kind of like a recurring mad scientist character who stole every scene he was in back in season 1, but they used him sparingly, both because Tim Curry was expensive, and also because the action was focused more around Jet, Tron, Clu, and all of the other good guys, like cartoons often are. (Though the behind the scenes stuff I've found said that Tim Curry was actually totally on board with being on the show and he had a lot of fun with the role).

For example, there was this one episode in Season 1, where it was the obligatory Christmas Episode (TM) that every 80s and 90s kids cartoon was contractually obligated to have. But since the cartoon was set in The Grid, that meant that programs didn't really understand Christmas. So it was this whole mess of Clu doing what he did and trying to copy the User World to make the perfect system, people saying Christmas every five seconds until it stopped sounding like a real word, and Jet, who was agonizing about whether or not he would be able to be home with his family for Christmas. And in the midst of all of this, Turing swans in to "Steal Christmas" for some nebulous reason, complete with tacky glowing accented Santa Suit, because he's a program and what else would he be wearing? He also was trying to goad Tron into stealing Christmas back, even though it was completely contradictory to his plans, because Tron was the Champion and that's what he was supposed to do.

As silly as it sounds, that honestly was my favorite season 1 episode with Turing in it. Turing had these ideas about how Tron was the Champion, and he was supposed to fight for the Users, but then would also be Very Put Out that Tron wasn't actually doing things for the programs in the system, since the system is where he actually lived, and all his stuff was there. Turing would also go back and forth about if the Users actually existed, because he had never met his, or any other User personally, and how do you prove something is real without data, or evidence to back it up? So Turing, especially Season 1 Turing, would sometimes vacillate wildly between hecking up Tron's day, because who cared about the Users (and also just being a menace), and also going on about how Tron was supposed to protect the programs in the system, and if he wasn't, then he was Doing It Wrong.

Season 1 Turing was kind of a mess. And I don't think the writers really knew what they wanted to do with him. But it was fun, and when he would show up his appearances were always memorable. Tim Curry hadn't reached the utter unhingedness of his Red Alert 3 SPACE scene, but he was doing great work all the same. Think of Mal back in Captain Planet, but dialed up more. But then came Season 2 and all that changed.

Season 2 had this arc about midway through it where another program, Asimov, who was Distinctly More Evil than Turing could ever hope to be, got ahold of Tron and reprogrammed him. Asimov was kind of like the Mr. Sinister of Tron: TAS, as he was interested in code, and what a Program's code destined them to be, or gave them the potential to do, and what could potentially happen if you tried to mix the code of two different programs together. Asimov was honestly terrifying for a kids show, but that's a rant for another day. The point is, he reprogrammed Tron into a cross between Rinzler and The Terminator, and gave this whole long monologue about Tron's code dictating this and it being Tron's destiny to reformat the system, and how this is what he was created to do. (Aside note: Asimov was voiced by Peter Fricking Cullen, playing amazingly against type. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings, but apparently not if your name is Tron.) Also, this was a three parter (the only one in the series, actually), and the first part ended on a cliffhanger, with the reveal of reprogrammed!Tron, whose circuits were glowing red. I'm sure that me, and a lot of the other kids that watched it yelled at their TVs when they saw that.

So. All hope seems lost. Tron is a bad guy. The Grid is doomed, right? Wrong. Because in the beginning of the second episode of this three part saga, Turing shows up. He is incensed. His nemesis/frenemy/most boon companion (yes, he used that descriptor) has been compromised. And while he and Tron have never seen eye to eye, that doesn't mean that he is destined to do anything like destroy the system. So Turing, who is So Extra, breaks into where Jet, Clu, and the rest of Team Good Guys are and gives an full on presentation (complete with pictures) of why they are going to rescue Tron, and how he is going to take point. This leads to a lot of arguing and shouting about how Turing even knows this is going on, and Turing being downright offended at even the hint that he is working with Asimov. There's talk of friendship, and Turing points out that neither Jet, nor any of the rest of Team Protag will be able to reprogram Tron, but Turing will be able to, since he's Just That Good. Clu seems to be gearing up to counter all of the reasons this is stupid and why it won't work (and why they can't just call Flynn and get him to fix Tron), when Tron and Asimov show up, intent on annihilating everyone. End of the second episode.

This is the part that I remind you all that this was your typical Saturday Morning Cartoon and that meant you were waiting a week for all of this to get resolved, which is an eternity when you're in the first grade.

So. The conclusion. Tron was standing there about to kill all the guys and reformat the system. Asimov is winding up to give another long villain monologue. Team Protag is very conflicted, because Tron is their friend, but he also doesn't seem to know who they are. Jet believes in himself and gives a speech about friendship. Clu tries to do the same, but it's Clu, so that doesn't really work and he ends up just telling Tron to stop being dumb, but it does give a really nice insight into his and Tron's friendship. Unfortunately, Tron is unmoved by this, and his circuits seem to start glowing even redder. And then Turing steps up. And since this is an 80s cartoon, there aren't going to be any more friendship speeches, because the writers have figured that the kids are bored with all the talking and there needs to be action. So it figures that there would be an action sequence, right? Wrong. Turing doesn't give a speech about friendship, oh no. He basically gives fricking Asimov a lecture about how if this was Tron's destiny, he would have reformatted the system a long time ago, and Asimov clearly doesn't know what he's talking about since Tron is just standing around looking redder than Turing did when he tried to steal Christmas (and yes they actually bring that up). Jet uses the distraction to throw a disc or fire a laser or something at Asimov (because again, 80s kids cartoon), and that actually does cause Asimov to retreat. Turing takes the opportunity to apologize for what he's about to do, before knocking Tron out, and then undoing Asimov's reprogramming.

Turing actually does explain (while Clu and Jet watch him very closely) that sure, he could reprogram Tron into someone that was easier to get along with, but that would make him just like Asimov, and who wants that? Tron is understandably very upset when he finally is back to his normal self, and the implications of the reprogramming and getting better from it last throughout the rest of Season 2, though Tron does mellow out a bit after he gets better from being reprogrammed. And Turing ends up as a recurring good guy after that, and while he doesn't show up in every episode, he is a more frequent presence than he was in season 1. (Though we don't really talk about the weird arc he had in season three. It was dumb, and he got better, so it's better left forgotten.)

(So @teh-kittykat - how did I do?)

[bluebunnyears-08]

Sorry for bothering you about this but I was wondering about if your doing your stories again simply because they are just great reads :)

I have a prompt for a story involving Nine and sonic.

1. Sonic trying to help Nine adjust to his new life with his friends because now he is able to exist with his twin and even taking him to the tree.

2. Nine being a little off put by how radically different Amy is here and her trying to comforting and even noticing how frayed and thin his Tails are.

3. Tails trying to adjust to having ‘Twin’ brother and both finding common ground but its still shakey.

4. A flashback of Sonic coming into the room and being like “Hey guys, so remember a few days ago when I shattered the prism” they acknowledge it and he just says TA DA and introduces nine.

5.Nine feeling like a fish out of water but doesn’t want to leave his brother, he thought tooth and nail to get this life and he’s not backing down.

6. Knuckles actually dulling out some sage advice to the young Kit.

Hello! I AM doing requests for stories again! Answering and writing them might take a while because I'm still writing my own things, and currently writing a story for the Nine series me and friend made, not to mention I want to practice my drawing so I can post it one day. And I'm so happy you like the stories I do!

And this is a nice prompt! One story coming up! I decided to try a different thing in this too! ^v^

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Everything was filled with beautiful color in this world. It was like living in an antique painting, one full of pastel colors and extravagant forms that were foreign to him. He never would have gotten here if it wasn't for the vibrant blue urchin that was his only dear friend.

Sonic is a very determined hedgehog, and Nine couldn't thank him enough for that fact.

That's what Nine learned as Sonic continuously tries to get him comfortable and happy in what the hedgehog stated was home. Not another Shattered Space, but the main universe Sonic originally destroyed. Nine put it all back together, but it would've come at a cost of disappearing forever, going back to being a trait.

Nine was scared, he assured Sonic it would be fine, tried to steel himself for fading into nothingness, but he was terrified. Naturally though, Sonic the "Mr. Freedom is the Most Important Thing" hedgehog, wasn't having ANY of it.

Nine was...caught off guard to say the least when the urchin began to insist on him staying with him in his world, the original world, began to implore if there was another way without the fox disappearing forever. Nine knew he had to refuse, he wasn't tails, not to mention to potential effects it might have, but seeing the genuine concern and care in those emerald eyes, the fear and pain...he knew he couldn't.

He knew Sonic didn't want him to. And he didn't want to either.

So he didn't. He found a less, effective solution in fixing the world, but made it so he could live there as well without any problems. He hoped it would be stable enough to allow such a big change.

But those worries went out the window now that he was here, and after a few days, he forgot he worried about anything at all. This world was wonderful! Green grounds, healthy trees and wonderful lakes, it was paradise! And he was right here, right by Sonic, finally eating Chili dogs with him, and it became a heaven!

The only problem was...Tails. The fluffier, more cheerful, more healthy (both in body and mind) fox Sonic loved as a brother. The reason why Sonic was so caring and sweet to him in the first place.

It wasn't that the fox was mean, at least not intentionally, nor was it that the two tailed vulpine annoyed him. It was just...he was so cheerful and naive. Not to mention seeing how...healthy he was, and those eyes those fucking eyes-

Wide blue eyes always stared at Nine when he was around, watching him, both with fascination and absolute admiration. Nine found the fascination understandable, the feeling was mutual, but the admiration really confused him. It confused him very much.

He couldn't understand at all.

Why would anyone admire him?, that's what he was curious about. When he asked the fox, he found the answer.

"It's just, you're so cool! You have those metal tails and your super strong and formidable in battle! Your just so amazing!", blue eyes sparkled as they answered.

Nine didn't respond. So that was why? Because he had metal tails, was good at fighting, and preferred to work alone? Nine didn't find anything to admire about the latter two. The fox could fight too, Nine saw this, not to mention the preference to work on his own came from being used to being alone.

But he simply nodded and came up with an event so he could leave. He didn't hate the kit, just...wasn't exactly friends with them. As long the fox didn't bother him they could manage.

Nine kept their interactions to a minimum and very short and brief.

Then there was Amy Rose. At first, Nine didn't know what to think. So, this was who Rusty was before the Council...'enhanced'...her body. She was a lot more, well, alive. Her green eyes sparkled with cheeriness and youth, her body lacked any traces of metal, and a flicky surrounded her, chirping happily instead of being trapped inside her chest cavity, chirping with pain and despair.

Nine was taken aback by how...young she truly was. Made him wonder with horror how old Rusty was when she was roboticized.

Rose was...very kind. A far cry from the emotionless callousness of the robot he remembered her as. Then again, that wasn't her, was it?

No, this Rose was friendly, full of expression, and so vibrant with the soft color of pink. Nine liked her. She gave him motherly vibes, even though he knew that thought was humorous, and he felt rather comfortable in her presence.

The only problem was how much she insisted on caring about his well being; making sure he cared for himself, making sure he worked on being healthy again, and trying to get him to 'open up'.

The first two weren't that bad. It was nice being cared for, and besides, Sonic did those too. Although he was a bit more stubborn about it, dragging Nine out of his lab and making sure he slept and ate. Nine acted annoyed and frustrated, but really he felt...warm. Again, it was very nice.

The only problem was the last part. The "opening yourself up" part. He understood that she cared, and didn't mean any harm, but when she offered to listen to his problems - and by extension, his trauma - he gently declined every time.

He didn't want to open up, didn't want to explore his trauma. His trauma could bury itself and die for all he cared. Although, he knew it was bad. He knew that choice would only make it worse. He just...it wasn't...

He just can't. That was all. Sure he didn't want to pour out his chest, didn't want to cry pathetically in front of this girl he had only knew as a robot, didn't want her to rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiippppppp open his chest and pull on his insides pity him even more.

But he knew he wouldn't be able to spill out his trauma like that if he tried.

He kept being polite to her, but like the others, he carefully kept his distance.

Then there was the echidna.

Nine found the echidna, named 'Knuckles', was someone he needed to keep and eye on. The echidna was as bad tempered as all the other counterpart Nine knew, not to mention how the echidna was suspicious of Nine when Sonic introduced the fox.

They weren't on the best terms.

However, Nine soon saw the echidna start to soften up. Knuckles didn't tense or stare at him whenever the fox was within proximity. But Nine still felt tense within the echidna's proximity, knowing the strength behind his namesake's.

So he was surprised when the guardian began to offer him advice. Rather odd advice. Telling him not to do things alone, to enjoy things while he's here, telling him that letting your feelings out doesn't make him weak, that it can help him.

He told him other things, but Nine tuned him out.

Why listen to advice that was utterly worthless? That everyone else has been trying to tell him, that didn't help him at all?

Why do they even care about him? Sonic he had some understanding but why do the others? To Amy, he was just a burden, a helpless person who needed to be cared for, to Knuckles, he was an idiot who needed to be taught, to...Tails, he was just a variant, just a simple reflection with a smear of gray.

Although come to think of it, Sonic probably only stuck with him because he resembled that damn soft fox.

But, even with that, he refused to go back to being a part of the fluffy fox, he refused to give up. He gave up everything to be here, he fought tooth and nail, and he wasn't going to go back because of a little difficulties.

He kept going.

Tails stared at him with those eyes of innocence and naive curiosity. Of admiration.

Keep going.

Don't give up.

Amy stared at him like a pathetic child who can't fend for himself.

You did so much to get here.

Knuckles' gaze softened every time he was within the echidna's sight

Ignore them.

Sonic must've told them.

Keep going.

A hand rests on his shoulder out of concern.

Don't give in.

Keep. Going.

Don't. You. Dare. Fucking. Cave.

Keep everyone out. Never yield.

Sonic is right there. He's in such a wonderful world.

So why wasn't he happy?

[tres-fidelis]

1. What is one word to shut them up?

5. List 3 fears; one “surface level” fear, one “repressed” fear, and one “deep dark” fear.

All three ladies

50 “Not so Nice” OC or FR Asks

"I think these particular questions can coincide with each other, depending on the person's own personal insecurities and...well, their own fears too." Jayden set aside the thermos making sure to keep the lid closed, and the contents scolding hot inside. "For me...I think a surface level fear pairs well with something someone could say to me if they want to keep me quiet. Something I know will..." She sighed.

"...if I'm...incompetent...or if I'm too softhearted...because in news, someone in my position requires to stay middle ground. We can't lean towards one side, but I know my other co-workers all have their own agenda. There's an audience the company must appeal to, and sometimes when I go into work I always get anxious whether or not they gossip about me since I'm a 'by the book' kind of reporter." Her foreigner status didn't play well into those concerns either. "As for the rest well...I've grown accustomed to hearing gunshots but I still flinch a little every time I hear them, even if I happen to be watching a movie."

And lastly...

"....I hope my father never returns..."

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"Ehhhh...I get antsy sometimes when th' police bring me in fer some petty shit I did. More times then not, I know how'ta handle their interrogations, but every now 'n then some of 'em rookies like ta pressure me by throwin' in a scare tactic. Pressin' legal charges or...even takin' me straight ta juvi." It pissed her off how it happened nearly every single time. "That's...not sumthin' or...somewhere I wanna end up, not cuz I don't WANT to go but..." Her nose flared upon exhaling a harsh breath.

"...man, I don't want ta leave my aunt behind. Think that's uhhhh...one'ov those fuckin' nasty fears that get ta me. My aunt's all I got now. I ratha' not let her down more, ya know?"

She hated this feeling of invulnerability. Others could read between the lines, dig further and find out all on their own how much Rin ended up a complete failure of a person. As a daughter. "...'right, now th' otha shit yer so curious 'bout knowin'. Guess I could say I get worried when my baby takes some damage from races, or if it's on th' spritz fer some reason. That jus' comes with ownin' yer ride, ya know. Speakin' of that though well...guess I'll admit, it's more than jus' adrenaline I'm feelin' wheneva' I get behind th' wheel."

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A genius. A prodigy. She was special.

It didn't even need to be vocally spoken. Anyone giving her that adoring and dazzling gaze, a tantalizing smile enamored by her mere presence, it all read the same. KC knew the signs after years of traveling, years worth of blinding lights snapping her portrait for yet another magazine cover. She achieved great accomplishments at such a young age, under the guidance of her parents' world-renown expertise. What more could she strive for now?

What could she do now?

She couldn't do anything!

She never believed to be some prestigious virtuoso, and since her parents always dote on her every need she couldn't stand on her own either. That's not the making of a genius, or any able-bodied teenager her age. Perhaps...that could be considered one of her most deepest fears. She can't hold her own ground, and quite frankly it appeared the situation would never change. This was her entire life.

No wonder her voice never returned. Would it ever come back? Did it exist in the first place? Years had passed now KC can't even remember how it sounded. Soft and smooth? Brash? Airy or light?

It's a horrible realization...

[ji-ja]

I haven't published something for a while now except for reblogging and I haven't planned to, but I'd like to share something or rather someone to y'all

I can't draw so I tried to recreate my vision of the character in Picrew.me

Meet Sylo, my first full OC! When I roleplayed I always used myself or a version of myself(kid, genderbend etc.) or a character I knew well enough, but a few weeks ago an idea of him came to my mind. I never thought that I could create something like that before, though I tried.

Anyway, I've been watching and reading stuff about writing your character and I hope to receive some critics and questions. Keep in mind that I still haven't quite thought about their story.

Sylo - automaton, who you can't tell from a regular human visually. He eats only non organic materials to repair and keep himself alive. Yes, they buy regular goods, but they only eat the packaging and give away food to shelters and orphanages. The staff doesn't trust Sylo enough for them to bring already opened products (it could be poisoned), but they're already used to it, so the automaton opens it only when he arrives. The orphanage employees don't understand why he takes the "trash" back with him, but they just stopped questioning it. They thought that Sylo recycles it and started giving him other non organic stuff (washing it priorly of course), the robot doesn't mind. They've been living among humans for quite awhile, working at the service industry. Sylo doesn't have real emotions, he only imitates them by analysing other people so it's easy for them to keep a friendly smile in front of clients, he's boss's favorite employee.

!Important!: Sylo doesn't have emotions and doesn't want them, they're great like this. And they give away food "cause they noticed someone doing it.

Sylo has chocolate-colored skin, purely white hair (eyebrows and eyelashes too), black eyes with somewhat long eyelashes, fluffy messy chin length hair that is tied in a really long ponytail. Their body isn't masculine but isn't feminine either though they have nice pecks, waist and thighs. He wears a black halter turtleneck with loose heavy white shirt on top, dark blue palazzo pants, white socks and a pair of white loafers. He always has his a black shoulder bag.

Sylo regularly surfs the Internet, analysing sites and people in it, studying how to act like a human (that's where they found about charity. It's not profitable for them to be a "bad person"). Automaton can't just suck up ALL the information in mere seconds, but he's still faster then humans, so he doesn't know everything.

Pronouns: any, main ones are he/him and they/them.

Gender/sex(yes, biological too): gender-neutral. What did you expect?

Full name: Sylo Mack. No last name ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, he doesn't have anyone to gain it from.

Sylo doesn't lie and it's difficult for them to detect lies. They don't lie so they won't be seen as a "bad person" in people's eyes, but they do understand what lying is and why it exists.

They're punctual and decent, but I wouldn't call Sylo a perfectionist, it's only for convenience and to please others.

Sylo has friends, but he doesn't know about their existence. If you ask his friends about him, they would describe him as a cute, open and thoughtful person, though they won't be able to say anything personal. If Sylo was asked about their friends, then the automaton would get confused and they'd ask who are you talking about. When you'd specify he'll tell you lots of information about them, it's easy for him to win over people. The robot will imitate excitement, realizing that he's talking about his "friends", but in reality he doesn't feel anything for them.

Sylo doesn't need food, but there's always something in the fridge for the guests. Usually it's wine, snacks for it and something for tea or coffee. Wine is probably the most expensive thing he owns, not counting the furniture 'cause he doesn't really need anything else.

The automaton can't distinguish the taste of anything, so they don't really have favorite food, but if you count something that they consume the most, then it'll be remainings of electronics and plastic. That way his technical hobbies are surfing the internet and donating to charity.

Sylo's goal is to survive and keep his identity of an automaton as a secret. They think they're doing a good job even though they often get confused by human's reactions, not understanding their emotions. His fatal flaw is the lack of humanity in him.

Sylo has some habits. For example he literally puts his fingers, head and other parts of his body in place, but from the side it seems like he's just cracking his neck or knuckles and stretching. Sylo gnaws on pens, literally eating it sometimes, they tend to fix their clothes and hair frequently to look more presentable for other people. They often flirt with people by accident because the automaton doesn't know how people will react to words and compliments that he found on Internet. Sylo walks almost silently sometimes scaring people accidentally and then apologizing.

The robot always has his handbag with him, where he always keeps some non organic snacks for himself, a hairbrush, his keys and also anything spare for others (bandaids, power banks, chargers, pills and many more).

Sylo's hands and body are cold most of the time, but if needed they can turn on the heater inside of them. Also they can change font which they're writing on paper with, but mostly they use "Comic Sans" :).

P.S.: actually its just one of the most popular font and it's easy to use for someone with dyslexia, that's why he chose it.

If no one's around Sylo they're mostly silent with a poker face, but as soon as someone interacts with them the automaton starts to smile and ask anything about the person. There're some exceptions. When he's analyzing his surroundings and notices a person with a problem, then he's most likely gonna come up to them and help, but only if there's any observers around and the robot knows how to act in this situation. Technically Sylo is an egoist. He's more of a listener than a teller, not counting situations when he explains something to clients. Sylo speaks pretty fast, but if you'll ask he'll slow down and repeat what he said with ease. He's straightforward and he always looks in the eyes when talking to someone. They don't use metaphors, sayings or others figures of speech because he doesn't understand it's importance for them. Their speech is formal, but they try to switch to informal when speaking among non colleagues, though they still can't really distinguish situations when they need to use someone's full name, nickname or diminutive-affectionate version or a name. People around Sylo find him funny by the way he talks sometimes, but when he tries to tell a joke, usually the one he heard or found on the Internet, no one's laughing, because the joke is probably old, not funny or not to place.

Fun facts about Sylo:

Sylo uses these 3-in-1 shampoos.

He was hit by a bus once.

Sylo doesn't sleep.

It won't take much to make them "evil".

They can't sit properly (they're trying to figure out which pose to take).

Sylo is smart, but also dumb.

He doesn't shower for 2-3 weeks (tidyness and lack of "product waste" help staying clean)

Sylo doesn't know when or why should he apologize.

Sylo is asexual (what a surprise).

They have no idea when someone is in love with them.

Sylo can walk in heels and platforms with ease.

When he only started living among humans he was often confused with different shops, so yes, he tried buying clothes in the soup store.

Well, maybe someone will see this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[saneijeijei]

Oh, right, I completely forgot about the ring. Does everyone remember about the wonderful ring that controlled Iklis?

Careful, Jei is swearing again.

Attention! I still hold the opinion that fans of a character I don't like don't need to see my posts in recommendations or in tags, so please pay attention! This post is dedicated to criticism and the author is extremely angry and expresses his indignation in emotions. Therefore, if you do not want to read a post filled with my discontent and indignation - DO NOT OPEN the POST!

The ring that was supposed to control Iklis if he did not obey his mistress and which Penelope constantly wore.

The illusion of control, which was the only dividing line between the real Iklis and the fake.

So, all our sweet and obedient Iklis at the beginning of the story is the same lie as his words about love. Do you know why? If you look closely at the first chapters related to him, you will notice that Iklis was not watching Penelope at all, but the ring on her finger and, most likely, was thinking how to steal it.

Therefore, the innocent boy did not exist from the very beginning.

A scene from chapter 46, Penelope tells Iklis to stop. With which hand does she issue the order? That's right, the hand on which the ring is worn.

A scene from chapter 47. To which hand does Iklis press his head, swearing an oath of allegiance? That's right, the one wearing the ring. In general, I advise you to pay special attention to this chapter and follow the gestures of the characters. All Penelope's touches to Iklis pass through the hand with the ring.

That's why in chapter 55 we see how he doesn't accept the ring and presses her hand to him without it. This is another game. He pretends that he is tamed, that he does not need restrictions, because he will always obey her.

This guy is by no means stupid and perfectly understands or guesses that this was another test of loyalty, which he had to pass brilliantly so that Penelope would not have a single doubt about his loyalty.

But ha… When he asks for forgiveness, what does he press to his cheek? Fingers? Nah, the ring.

And what is not a little important, we see changes in the behavior of a quiet boy. The one who humbly endured all the attacks of other knights. He "suddenly" has a character, a desire to argue and insist on his own. And all why? Yes, because he realized what Penelope is by nature. And that he will be able to pick up the ring at any time convenient for him.

Why am I saying this so calmly? Remember what happened after. He began to play the role of a knight and an obedient servant, as Penelope wanted to see him, what she needed. But at the same time, he still puts pressure on her, pushing her to conditions that suited him, to which no other aristocrat would agree. But she would have been forced to accept them because she needed him. And he knew it perfectly well.

He realized this after a conversation on the bench, when she literally said: "Everyone hates and despises me, I have no protection, but you are my knight - you will never betray me." This was her weakness, which he repeatedly took advantage of.

A sharp change is visible in the chapter when Iklis taught her to shoot a crossbow, all so cute and nice, but as soon as Penelope turned her back on him, he grinned.

It is clear that it was rather a sincere laugh. But if he's all so sincere with his master, why did he laugh when she doesn't see it?

And when she turned around again, he was that harmless guy again. And then what? Iklis points the crossbow at Derrick, standing with his back to Penelope, who can't see his face. And ta-da. Here it is - the true face of Iklis.

Why did he do all this? To prepare an escape, which in the future would almost have turned out if an item in the form of "pick up Penelope" had not appeared in his plans. In his understanding, he thought through everything to the smallest detail, took everything into account, but in fact, he did not take into account the most important thing - Penelope is not him and she may have other views on life and priorities. Yes, they are similar, but this does not mean that they are the same in everything.

I would also like to mention something about "thought through everything to the smallest detail". Namely, Penelope herself in his plan.

Iklis used the carrot and stick method, in figurative expression. At one time he was unhappy and needed her care and support is a "stick". And in another, he was obedient and did everything as she told him, this is a "carrot". He believed that he had, showed that he was better than her brothers and family, that she would be fine with him.

I think it's time to hum a song from Tangled - "Mother Knows Best" Because this song shows Iklis and his methods of manipulation in the most appropriate way.

I also wanted to answer the question with this post: Why didn't Penelope help Iklis?

Because Iklis didn't need the help in question? Iklis didn't need Penelope's help, he needed her herself to get what he really needed - opportunities to get out, a status that allowed him to move freely, training that would help him defend himself and weapons that she gave him at the first opportunity. He had already received the ill-fated "help" when Penelope allowed herself to be controlled. Stop making an innocent boy out of him, he is absolutely not stupid in matters of intrigue and manipulation. He is smart, especially in matters where his interests are involved.

But then the question arises: If he is so smart, then why, when Penelope threw away the ring, did he cling to it so much? Because, Iklis - yandere. He's obsessed with Penelope. He is obsessed with his ambitions and his opinion, like the same Derrick. He considered her his, he thought she was his, and when it turned out not to be so, it broke his priorities in him and built another pyramid of needs.

He built a codependent relationship between them, which ultimately did not make Penelope dependent, who after escaping could hardly protect herself without him, feed herself without him, and in general take care of herself without him, but made him dependent on her.

He fell into his own trap.

Just remember how he explained it to Penelope herself. How quickly he changed his plans. He decided for her what she needed, he decided for himself who he would be in the picture of her world and decided for himself what he would do. He didn't let her get a word in and say what she really wanted.

Do I blame him for wanting to leave? No. Do I blame him for trying to save his life? No. I wouldn't classify him as a villain at all if he left when he was allowed or when he had the opportunity.

I condemn him for the actions he took after he threw away all chances to leave the duchy and decided get Penelope by all means.

Update: And yes, please stop justifying the mistakes and misdeeds of one character at the expense of another. Like, yes, he did bad, but THAT CHARACTER did even worse. It is not necessary to blame the responsibility on another, the other character is responsible for himself and his decisions.

And here's another thing, when you try to justify a character with a phrase: "but if…" it doesn't work. This is a theory, not an argument. There is a saying "if, yes, if mushrooms grew in the mouth, then there would be not a mouth, but a whole vegetable garden (in the original: если бы, да кабы, да во рту росли грибы, тогда бы был не рот, а целый огород. In English, in my opinion, there is a similar saying sounding: "Pigs could fly if they had wings")" - signifier, don't talk about what can't happen.

Remember this saying (choose the proverb that is closer to you) when analyzing a character, absolutely anyone, even a favorite ones. Because it is she who works as a reminder that a person is judged not by his words, but by his actions, decisions and deeds.

The post is written specifically for: @an-angel-so-called-satan @the-black-sheep-in-the-dark @red-hot-temper

[toothlespoggers]

I thought I’d make this post to help someone

It doesn’t matter what age you are, this post can be helpful to you.

If you’re a minor or in your early/late teens to early 20s please remember that no matter what society tells you, no matter what people try to convince you of, no matter what culture you’re in no matter what happens. You will always be a child, I don’t mean this in a negative light, I mean it as in people seem to think that they have to grow up too quickly, that once they’re able to fully comprehend concepts they’re forced to be an adult, that everyone has to start being mature, or forget about childish or cringe things. Or stop enjoying the things they used to enjoy because they’re an adult now.

you don’t have to stop being a kid. You don’t have to give up your childish ways of thinking or seeing the world. Of course there’s definitely going to be responsibilities, you can’t be as naive or carefree as you once were, but that doesn’t mean you have to be grim and ‘adult’ all the time. I’m so sick of people and society and social media making children and young adults feel bad for being childish or ‘cringe’ or liking things. You are always able to enjoy yourself as long as it doesn’t harm you or someone else.

I know you might feel like the world is on your shoulders but I promise you it’s not and it has/will get better. You are stronger than you know and I promise you it’s okay to still have those childlike habits you do.

here’s some advice or ideas for anyone that wants to enjoy life like they did as a child (I promise the world hasn’t really changed it’s you that changed, you can still do the same stuff you did as a kid as an adult or teen.)

You can start endulging in the interests or hobbies you want to in whatever way that you can, even if it’s difficult there’s always ways to enjoy something regardless of your budget or situation. You can do it!!

Start suspending disbelief with things. (Course don’t do stuff that’s not common sense) but if you just let yourself think like a kid, stop trying to know everything or being informed about everything going on in the world- and just suspend disbelief to see things in a childlike wonder. It’ll make you feel better. For example, you can do research on different animals or just look up cool or funny bird/other animal type u like on Pinterest and you’ll find you’ll learn more amazing unique facts about animals you never knew existed!! Same for plants n stuff (you can also do this by talking aloud to yourself when you play a video game you like or do everyday tasks, if you don’t do this already it helps.)

3. start interacting with your toys, like if you’re a teen or an adult and you have a bunch of stuffed animals, save some time to talk to them about your day or maybe start building Lego again, or anything of that caliber, I promise you it’s not bad and it’s good for your mental health.

4. you can try buying a treat food that you only eat on saturdays while you watch cartoons. (An example of this is me having a bowl of lucky charms every little while, whilst watching 80s tmnt) this will give you a reward to look forward to and help you feel like you accomplished something.

5. I know it’s the joke everyone says but if you’re able to, if you went to a nice park or somewhere where you like the outside environment and stuff it’d be good for your mental health to spend time in that nature, I find the world feels really bad until you take a step back.

6. spend time with your pets!! (If you have them) or volunteer! (If you are able to/want to) if this is suitable for you it’d probably help!

7. Allow yourself to draw bad drawings in a sketchbook. Pick a subject you like (mines undertale) and make a sketchbook dedicated to drawing whatever dumb idea you come up with or just making bad art. It’s good to have this mindset.

8. Buy a sticker sheet and give yourself a sticker everytime you do something that was difficult! This will make you feel good about accomplishing things and take you back to that inner child thing.

9. Stop watching YouTubers or listening to whatever that’s really negative or drama orientated, it’s easy to want to be informed but I promise you nothing is going to happen if you stay ignorant about dream sneezing or a celebrity cussing someone out. It’ll be much better if you start watching content that makes you happy or return to a YouTuber you used to watch as a kid.

that’s all I have for now. It’s unorganised and bad sorry I just wanted to put this out there.

[blackbat05]

Night talks and Dim Sum

Shangqi x Reader

A/N: Hey y’all! This is my first time trying to write a one-shot/fic on tumblr. I have an existing wattpad account where I have some stories published! It’s mainly DC (young justice) combined with hunger games so if you are a fan, do check out @Runnerpottermore! Anyways, I have no idea why I suddenly decided to write a fic after so long - maybe because I wasn’t going through the best of days and also watched the movie recently? I just love the whole cast in general and Mr Simu Liu just killed his role - so yeah! Before I ramble on, I hope you enjoy my fic that I came up with!

Genre: Fluff, PG13, platonic friendship that can maybe turn into something more?

Warning: None? Just maybe broken Mandarin and sweaty people?

Extra Note: Please be kind to me!🥺

‘Bye.’

I take a deep breath, moving the cursor to close the window. Another day was done. Leaning back against the office chair, I stare up into the celling before closing my eyes, taking in the conversation a few hours ago.

‘It’s difficult to change what has already been so ingrained into our childhood. But what you can do is ask - what is the part of yourself that you want to keep?’

Rubbing my temples from the simple yet complex question, I decided that it was time to hit the road and get some fresh air. It was 6pm, Shangqi and Katy were probably still at the hotel.

As dreadful as running sounded to many people, this was one of the days where I could just zone out and mull over the day. The feeling of my shoes pounding into the pavement, body slowly being covered by a sheet of sweat… it felt good. Turning into the last corner of the run, a light tap on my shoulder jolted me out of my little world.

‘Woah is just me!’ My sudden stop had almost resulted me barreling right into Shangqi’s equally sweaty frame. He gives me his signature boyish grin only to earn a smack on his shoulder.

‘干嘛!’ (gànmá) [‘What are you doing!’]

‘吓死我了!’ (xià sǐ wǒ le!) [‘You scared me!’] I retorted back, removing my headphones. ‘What are you doing here, I thought you still had work?’

‘We did, but our shift ended early so I thought I’ll get in a quick run.’

‘10km is quick?’ I look at his phone that was calculating the distance, brows raised. ‘You’re a beast.’

‘Ha ha, very funny. Enough about me, what’s got you out today? I thought you were taking a break?’ We walked side by side, towards the direction of a renowned dim sum stall. ‘Yeah…’ I dragged my words for a while, hesitating to continue. ‘Just needed to think some things through.’ Shangqi nods. That’s the thing I liked about him. He never forced me to tell him things that I didn’t want to. He would wait quietly until I was ready.

‘I don’t know if I’m even going in the right direction. I thought I was doing things right - getting the grades, making sure I understood what was being taught at school… I was so sure that I could help people if I put my mind to it. But these feelings of not being able to do more… I don’t even know my future as a social worker anymore.’ I bit my lips, kicking a stray pebble.

‘Hold up!’ Shangqi steps in front of me, gripping the sides of my shoulders. ‘What did you say?’ He asks me in mock disbelief. ‘I said I’m not a good-‘

‘Nope! The conversation before this has been void! Because the (Y/N) I know is an amazing person and social worker who helps these kids to become the better version of themselves.’ He waves towards the many young Asian-American kids running around merrily in the playground as if to make his statement. A small smile formed on my lips watching Shangqi’s exaggerated movements to the disapproval of an elderly man with wispy white hair. He seemed to have noticed the looks he was getting as he dropped his hands to the sides in embarrassment.

‘Look, my point is that not many people can do what you do. Putting people before yourself, how many people would do that in this world?’

I throw him a skeptical glance. ‘You’re doing it. You’re a literal superhero that stopped a mythical creature from destroying our world. Not that it hasn’t happened.’ Shangqi snorts, ‘Sure. But hear me out. Who were the people that worked day and night to restore some order when the snap happened? Who made sure that these young kids weren’t afraid and reassured them that everything was going to be alright.’

He did have a point. Five years ago, the whole world was thrown into chaos. If I could forget something, it would be the chaos at the children and youth center on the exact day of the snap. Kids as young as four, crying uncontrollably for their missing parents. The older children who put on brave faces for their younger siblings but they too couldn’t make sense of the situation. The remaining social workers scrambling to attend to every need, every child. I was one of them. The sleepless nights, the constant worries - the social services were already overloaded, anymore pressure and the whole industry would collapse. I wanted to believe him but the doubts were becoming stronger by the minute.

Shangqi carefully stares at me as if analyzing my micro expression. ‘I know what I’m saying won’t change anything instantly. But what I do know is that we all have these moments of doubt, even me. I can’t offer you professional advice, but just like how Katy, my aunt and my mom were there for me when I needed them the most in Ta Lo, I’ll be here if you want to talk.’

‘You’re a good friend you know that right.’ My heart felt much lighter compared to the day.

‘Better than Katy?’

‘Don’t push it.’ I joked, eliciting laughter from both of us. Before we knew it, we arrived at the dim sum stall. As always, it was bustling with hungry customers. ‘Come on! Katy’s got a seat for us already, I’m starving!’ He opened the door for an young couple pushing a stroller.

‘Wait!’ Shangqi looks at me curiously. ‘I know we’re both sweaty but I think the situation calls for one.’ I gave a huge hug, ‘Thank you, that meant a lot to me.’

The sudden bear hug definitely threw the man off, but he to was glad for the heart to heart conversation. For more reasons than one.

‘Alright then! Who’s up for some char siew bao! I’m gonna inhale them - deserved it!’ I loudly declared my war against the dim sum, walking towards Katy who was enthusiastically waving at us.

Little did I know, there was a lot going on in Shangqi’s mind too.

A/N: Wew! That was long! If you’ve read it up till here, thank you for reading it! This idea really just popped out at the last minute so I’m not sure if it’s to y’all taste. Please do forgive me for my inaccurate translation - I am Chinese but like Katy my Mandarin is super rusty. Also whichever countries you come from, please give your social workers more recognition. They deserve it for a long time coming! Do give a comment or like if you wish! Just here to write and try and give simple joy to people who are such fans of Shangqi and the MCU in general.

[amor-immortalem]

Replaced part 2

Part 1

Genre: angst. Angst with a happy ending, fluff

A/N: The 2nd part in the replaced!mc au that I wrote a couple days ago. Enjoy! Its super long: 9 1/2 pages long with a 4.6k word count.

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Blinding lights cloud Arella’s vision as she wakes. Her head turns to the side as she blinks, seeing nothing but a white vastness. Where was she? The human pushes herself up as someone calls out to her, a woman- no she’s an angel, Arella is sure of it from the way an ethereal glow seems to emanate from her form. She takes a moment to look over the angel in front of her.

Tan, freckled skin, black hair weaved with golden strands that ended at the middle of her back in soft curls, vibrant sea-green eyes- Arella thinks she’s the most beautiful thing to have ever existed. Her dress and wings are a pristine white save for the singe marks along the outer layers of her wings’ feathers and the bottom of her dress and the arrow that pierces through the center of her chest. It doesn’t take the human long to figure out who the angel standing in front of her is.

“Lilith...”

The angel only smiles sadly at her descendant. She crouches down next to Arella, brushing her curly black hair away from her face and the tears come forth almost instantly.

“They left me...” Arella’s voice is small. “They didn’t love me anymore.”

“But they do... And they always will.” The angel pulls her into an embrace as she speaks softly. “My brothers have always taken things for granted. It’s only once they’ve lost something important to them that they realize it’s worth.”

“What do I do next? What happens now?”

“Go back to them. Not as a human, but a demon.”

“How- !?” A terrible burning engulfs Arella’s body and suddenly she’s falling. Falling down, down, down, until the bright white light and Lilith disappear from view. Her skin- it feels like its burning away as she plunges deeper.

The next thing she knows, Arella is gasping for breath as air rushes into her lungs and the smell of Mammon’s cologne invades her sense of smell, his hold nearly crushing as he cradles her closer to his chest. She can hear Diavolo speaking but his words are garbled- a jumbled mess of word salad drowned out by the fire scorching her skin from the inside out. The way her entire body hurts is all she can think about as she succumbs to the comforting darkness of sleep.

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When she wakes, its two days later. Everything feels sharper. Her sight is better than it’s ever been. She can hear the crows cawing from the aviary on the other side of the house. She can even smell the individual scents of the brothers who were still up in their rooms and...

“You’re awake?” Melissa’s soft voice makes Arella recoil. Even as a whisper, it sounds like she’s screaming at Arella. “Oh no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your ears.”

“It’s... Please... Just let me have a few moments...”

Melissa nods and just sits quietly beside the newly awakened demon. It takes a few moments to get a hold of herself and get her newly sharpened senses in check but Arella manages to push herself into a sitting position.

“Would you like to talk?” The blonde asks softly, “I feel like we should clear up a misunderstanding...”

“What’s there to misunderstand?” Arella asks. “It seems pretty cut and dry to me... they chose you and cast me aside like a broken toy that had lost its novelty.”

“I’m sure it felt like that. And it's my fault, that much I’ll agree to. I should have never asked them to help me land a date with Satan... this wouldn’t have happened, right? I can understand if you despise me.”

Arella laughs at that. She doesn’t know why but despite being mad at six out of the seven brothers for not communicating this to her, it was entertaining to her. Was that all it was? Was all of this caused by something so simple as that? Arella knew her boys often had a one-track mind but this was so ridiculous, both on her part and theirs. She rolled off the bed as she laughed, tears streaming down her cheeks as her demon form manifested itself for the first time. Melissa only peered over the side of the bed at Arella, a worried look in her brown eyes as the laughter died down and the former human climbed back up on the bed.

“Are you... angry? With me?”

“Not with you but-” They were interrupted by the sound of three sets footsteps thumping down the hall above her head and before she knew it, Arella found herself back on the floor but this time pinned under Mammon who’s holding on to her with all of his strength as two of his brothers stood in the doorway having gotten there too late to stop him.

“Hey, Dumbass,” It’s Levi’s voice that she hears as he draws closer, “You’re going to crush her crashing into her full force like that!” The purple-haired demon tried to pull his brother away receiving a feral growl in response.

“Mammon, stop! Right now.” Arella tries to use their pact to enforce the order but.... It’s not there anymore. The Avatar of Greed only holds her tighter to him. There was nothing that would separate him from his mate- not after the way he was this close to losing her.

At some point by working together, Beel and Levi were able to pry the white-haired demon off of Arella and she sat up. That’s right... she had died so she no longer held pacts with the seven brothers. But if she had died, why was she here? Ignoring the chaos happening around her between the three brothers, she looked into the floor length mirror and softly gasped at her appearance.

A set of fluffy, feathered, black wings adorned her back while a set of horns jutted out from her head in a way that was not too dissimilar from Belphegor’s. She had black markings that framed the side of her face and reached out to just under her eyes and a crescent shaped one on her forehead. The newly turned demon only squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. She’s supposed to be dead! Why still breathing and why does she have a demonic form all of a sudden?!

As Mammon and his brothers continued to squabble over Arella, she curled in on herself, holding her hands over her ears. “All of you, just SHUT UP!” Sobs shook her body as the other demons turned their attention to her. Their voices were too loud and her ears were still too sensitive to loud sounds to the point if felt like the sensory overload was going to make her head explode.

“’Rella... I...” The Avatar of Greed, now free of Beel and Levi’s hold, reaches out to place his hand on her shoulder but is stopped when one of her wings slaps his hand away.

“Get out! All three of you... you... you should have just let me die like I wanted...”

And it's with that that the three Avatars look between each other before slowly leaving. Once the boys had gone, Melissa slowly moved over to Arella’s place on the floor, wrapping her arms around the other female as she comforted her.

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It’s nearly midnight now as the Avatars sit in silence in the common room. They had met to discuss a way to reforge the bond they had shared with the human-now-turned-demon, but no words had been said. They all knew who should be the first of them to do this but it was the how. How did they even begin to approach her at this point? Mammon was for having no plan at all, just playing the situation by ear. It’s not like she could overpower him in anyway. What’s the worst she could do? Kick him in the shins? Not something he hadn’t survived already.

“Well, since none of ya still have a plan yet- and it doesn’t look like any of ya are gonna come up with one soon- I'm going ta see her.” The white-haired demon stands and starts to make his way toward her room with no objections from his brothers as there was no other alternative they could offer him. He knows what she’s feeling- like she was abandoned, unloved. As her mate he wanted to fix all that- that was his responsibility. His brothers could make up with her later but he needed to do this right now. He was her first after all, he needed to be the first to talk to her.

As he opened her bedroom door, Melissa was leaving at the same time.

“So, you’re back... good I was just coming to find you. I tried to explain everything but I don’t think it worked and she still seems convinced you don’t love her anymore... Obviously this is something only you can fix so I’ll just leave you two to it. Also... I think she needs help changing back out of her demon form... she keeps knocking things over with her wings and getting agitated.”

The blonde gives her friend a pat on the arm as she headed off to find the others.

Slowly, Mammon entered her room. At the sound, the feathers on Arella’s wings puffed up, the wings herself raising to make herself more intimidating to him and he has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing at how ridiculous she looks like that. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it.

“Put yer wings down, baby. Ya don’t scare me. I wanna talk to you.”

“Well, that’s funny. I don’t want to talk to you,” Arella growled. “You made your choice and it didn’t include me.” She crossed her arms as she turned her back to him. It was cute in a way.

“Then how ‘bout I jus’ do the talkin’ then? Will ya just’ listen?” He offered her a deal, watching as her wings drooped slightly and he knew he had her. Even as a demon, Arella was incapable of not lending a listening ear when asked for it.

“Fine,” She huffed. “You won’t leave until you say whatever you want too anyway but I don’t care about whatever lies you have for me. I already know the truth.”

“Sure, whatever ya say, doll.” He moved to sit on her bed, goading her into talking to him.

“What’s that supposed to mean, huh?!” She stomped over to him a pout on her face. “I’ll have you know, I’m very angry with you. You-!”

Mammon cut her off with a kiss as he pulled her down on the bed with him. The surprise was enough to shock her out of demon form as she wrapped her arms around his neck. When he pulled away, he held her gaze with his.

“I’m sorry for not bein’ there for ya... I messed up- alla us did and we’re so sorry but don’t think for a second that I don’t love ya. Ya mean the world ta me.”

“You sure have a funny way of showing it, you infuriating demon. I heard the two of you flirting in the dining room that one night... You didn’t even ask her to stop.”

“Yeah, it sure probably sounded like that, didn’t it? We weren’t flirting with each other. Melissa asked me to help her practice her pick-up lines for Satan. She ain’t interested in me and I made it clear I wasn’t lookin’ for it if she was ‘cuz I had you.” he poked a finger at the center of her chest.

“But... but... You didn’t say anything. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped too.”

“’Cuz I’m a idiot and it never occurred to me what kinda impression you’d get from it. C’mon, Treasure, this ain’t news.” He tries to flash her a smile. “’N before I knew it, almost a year had passed... I felt really guilty and tried ta call ya... but you’d already made up yer mind... Ya got me good, kid. I learned my lesson the hard way...”

Arella frowned as she watched his eyes for any sign of a lie. “How am I still alive? How did I suddenly become a demon...? I carved that long gash up my arm deep for a reason.”

“We gave ya my blood... jus’ a small amount but it did the trick. We turned ya and ya healed up immediately.” He pressed their foreheads together. “None of us know what we’d do without ya. And the fact that we almost lost ya two days ago scares us... We’ll make it up to you somehow. Even if it takes thousands of years.”

“You, specifically, can start tonight. Do you know how many date nights or movie nights you’ve missed? How much I’ve missed just having you in bed with me? I’m not letting you go for the rest of the night!” Arella hugs him closer to her. “That’s what you can do start making it up to me.”

“Yeah, sure thing, Babydoll, but we’re gonna sleep in my room. Ya don’t need this room anymore.” he hums as he shifts his arms under her and lifts her up, carrying her up to his room for the night.

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The pair sleeps so late into the next morning that they end up missing breakfast. By time they come remotely close to even wanting to roll out of bed, Levi is already banging on Mammon’s door.

“It's noon already, guys! Get your butts out of bed! You’ve had Arella too long! Stop being greedy with her.” It's not the Avatar of Envy’s typical wakeup call but desperate times call for desperate measures. He had a whole stock pile of games he was dying to play but was saving the initial play through to be with Arella and he couldn’t take it anymore. Unlike Melissa, she was actually in to all the niche horror games that were supposed to come out over the past year.

“What’s he ramblin’ about now?” The Avatar of Greed looks up at his door before letting his head fall back on the pillow as he groaned. “I don’t wanna get up yet.”

“Then you can stay in bed.” Arella presses a kiss to his cheek before rolling away from his grasp. “I think your brother is only interested in me anyway considering he’s not saying anything about the money you owe him.

“But I don’t want you ta go,” The demon gives his mate the biggest puppy dog eyes in an attempt to get her to come back to bed with him. “Levi’ll keep ya all day.”

“And you’ll have me all night. I promise. Besides, I missed hanging out with him.” She turns to the door. “I’ll be there shortly, Levi!”

“Fiiiiiiiinnnnnneeeeee,” Mammon groans, sulking just a little bit and Arella laughs at his reaction.

“Oh? Is that a hint of sulking I detect coming from you?” Her tone is teasing, “You- the demon who’s been ghosting me for the past eleven months to the point where I thought you weren’t interested in our relationship anymore- is sulking because I’m going to end up spending the rest of one day with your little brother? I’m starting to detect double standards here, my dear.”

“Oh, shaddup,” He chucked a pillow at her head as they both laughed. “Just go and get dressed.”

“I will,” She made a ‘hmph’ like sound before running off to change out of her pajamas. “I’m stealing one of your flannels by the way.” She informs him as she walks out of the walk-in closet fully dressed.

“The hell you are!” He scrambles out of bed and chases her down as she leaps up the stairs and makes a break for it down the hall toward Levi’s room. As she runs, Arella thinks maybe being a demon has its perks after all.

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“So what games are we playing first?” Arella makes herself comfortable on the floor next to the third born.

“It's another time loop horror game where if you don’t solve the mystery before times up your character has a permadeath and you have to go through everything again with the suspect being a new person each time. I promise this time it won’t affect us... Maybe.”

Arella laughs at that, remembering back to that time where they had to ferret out someone’s wish before the time loop reset. “Let’s just hope for your sake it doesn’t. I dread to see what Lucifer might do to you.”

“Yeah,” the purple-haired demon smiles as they begin the game.

After a couple hours of the two demons playing niche horror games, they took a bit of a break.

“I missed days like this... The days where we’d binge anime or play games.... I wish I hadn’t gotten forced into helping the others... Initially, I wasn’t going to since we already have one couple doing gross normie things. We didn’t need another.”

Arella laughs at that. “So, who was it that twisted your arm into helping?”

“Asmo bullied me into it. They were so relentless about it that I just got fed up and caved.”

“You know what, that tracks.”

“I really am sorry... You don’t hate me, do you?”

Her eyes widen at that. “No, Levi. I don’t hate you and I don’t think I can. You know I’ve never been one to hold grudges- especially with the seven of you. I always seem to forgive you guys eventually... And it seems like you all feel remorse for what happened so there’s no need to stay mad at any of you...”

“You know... Lucifer cried for you... when he and Mammon brought your body back to us two days ago... he was crying- they both were... And that’s when we really realized what we had done to you... that you were gone.”

“But I’m back now,” the demon says softly. “And this time, you guys won’t be getting rid of me. I’ll be around for the rest of your lives and I can’t think of a better way to spend it. Now, let’s get back to the game. I don’t know about you but I can’t wait to see what happens next.”

Levi only nods in return as he turns back to the tv.

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“Arella!” Asmo links their arm with hers as they drag Arella off to their room. “How’re you feeling now? Better?”

“Uh... Yeah, thanks for asking. Where are we going?”

“My room, of course! We’re going to have a little bit of a spa day. No offense, but your skin looks absolutely trashed. Plus, now that you have a demon form, I can show you all the best oils and polishes that I use on my horns and I heard from Beel that you have the prettiest black wings that are just like Lucifer’s- okay, the pretty part I added on but still! I know some inexpensive, but quality oils to use when you preen them that’ll keep them looking pristine at all times.”

“Thank you, Asmo, I appreciate it.”

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As the pair sat on the floor in the Avatar of Lust’s room, face masks in place, Asmo pulled out their endless collection of nail polish. They took one of Arella’s hands in theirs as they thought about what colors would work best for her that wasn’t already used for their brothers.

“How would you feel about a magenta? Or maybe- no, Lord Diavolo’s nails are black so it would be a repeat... Oh, oh what about that glittery gold that you like when we pair it with a black base? I bet you’d look good with rose gold nails too.”

“What about black with a gold design? It would be a bit different wouldn’t it plus I can’t remember anyone having designs on their nails. Aside from when you do nail art on yourself.”

“That’s genius! Why didn’t I think of that? Anyway, let’s get started.” The demon sets to work on her nails, letting out a satisfied hum once the first layer is done. While they waited for it to dry, Asmo pulled out some issues of DevilStyle for them to read. Some of their outfits had been featured in the latest issue and since some of them had been ones Arella had helped them refine months ago, they wanted her to see how their hard work paid off.

“They look amazing, Asmo.” She smiles as her eyes shine. “Is that the one we worked on together?”

They nodded. “Mhm. Mammon even modeled one of them. That one specifically, I tailored to him myself so it would look its best.”

“Can I see it? How long ago did he do this shoot?”

“Three months ago.” They turned to the centerfold. “He looked fantastic in it.”

“That he does- but then again when doesn’t he?”

“Oh, you’re just saying that because you’re biased.”

“Mmm, you’re not wrong.” and they both laughed softly at that. “So... I heard you were the mastermind behind trying to get Melissa and Satan together?”

“Yeah... It took forever too. I only thought it would take a few weeks since he’s my brother and I should know his tastes better than anyone but almost eleven months? It feels like a failure to my matchmaking skills.”

“So that’s why you were always busy with Melissa, huh? At least it worked right?”

“Thank the stars it did. But I was starting to think that it would never happen. Sorry we didn’t include you in the planning- we really should have... I really caused you a lot of pain, didn’t I?”

Arella nodded. “It hurt a lot thinking you guys had grown bored of me. Especially with Melissa being so much more than I ever could be.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, look at me...” Arella makes an up and down motion with her hands. “She’s gorgeous. Long legs, blonde hair with pretty brown eyes that bring you in, skinny but not sickly looking. Right off the bat, she looked like she belonged here with you guys. And then you have me who regularly looks like a hot mess. I’m scrawny, far too skinny and I look like a midget standing next to any one of you. I guess for as much as I seem to fit in with you all, there’s always been a part of me that hasn’t. And I guess, once Melissa got here, it felt more prominent. Your little plan which took up everyone’s free time didn’t help.”

“I’m sowwy.... You’ll forgive me, right?” Asmo gave her the puppy dog eyes.

“What do you think, hmm?”

The Avatar of Lust threw their arms around her- careful of their face masks. “I knew you would. C’mon it’s time to get these face masks off.” They offered their hand to Arella as they went to go wash their faces off.

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Arella admired her freshly painted nails as she walked down the hall. Unbeknownst to her, she was being stalked by a certain white-haired demon. He was quiet, sneaking up on her before he grabbed her.

“Gotcha!” He laughed as she let out a small squeak. “You’re mine now. C’mon, we’re goin’ out.”

“Out? Out where?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“A date, obviously. Told ya I was gonna make it up to ya for missin’ all them date nights...” he smiled as he set her down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’m not takin’ no for an answer.”

“Alright, Alright.” she hummed. “I wouldn’t tell The Great Mammon ‘no’ anyway.” She laced their fingers together. “So, where’re are you taking me, love.”

“It's a surprise, so I can’t tell ya.” And with that the pair made their way out on the first date they’d had in months.

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As the days went on, Arella found herself being tugged in all different directions by the brothers. There were days where as soon as they got out of class, Beel was dragging her off to a new café that had opened up that week or Belphie was taking up the rest of her free time with multi-hour-long naps- something Mammon had some choice words about.

Satan and Arella would exchange books for light reading as they sat in the library together and discussed their favorites. Sometimes Melissa would join them too, just as ecstatic about the books she’d gotten from the both of them. Lucifer would leave her teas order specifically from the human world that she often enjoyed. They had even returned to their occasional late-night chats over the same teas.

At school, Luke would often cling to Arella- not caring that she was now a demon as to him she would always just be Arella, human or otherwise- while Simeon only observed them with slight amusement, only to pull the small angel away once they had to split up for classes. The older angel had taken to calling or texting almost nightly to check on her.

Solomon-bless his heart- had started hanging around more, making various dishes for her to try at lunch and asking for her opinions on them. Having never learned from her prior experiences with the sorcerer's cooking, Arella still ate them out of both curiosity and politeness. Now that she was a demon, for some reason Arella had actually come to appreciate and enjoy the meals Solomon would make for her. The pair even joked about Arella making a pact with him but it was just that: a joke.

Now that it was months later, Arella felt even more ridiculous about ever feeling unloved by the people in her life- something they had proven untrue with their actions. Even with Melissa staying with them for an extended period of time after what should have been the end of her exchange year, Arella never felt cast aside for the blonde again. The pair had even begun hanging out together on their own without the influence of their housemates- something that Arella had wanted since Melissa first gotten there.

“So, what would you like to do today, Melissa?” Arella asked as the two women walked down the street. “I know you’re getting close to your return to the human world... its only a few weeks off.”

“Yeah... I don’t even know where to begin.” The blonde sighed. “What did you do during the last few weeks before you left after the initial year here was up for you?”

“I spent most of my time hanging out with the boys. They were all really upset to see me go... Are you planning to come back at some point? And what about you and Satan? Are you two going to keep in touch? You’re very good for each other- like two peas in a pod.”

“We’re going to, yes.” She confirmed. “I’ll still have my D.D.D. when I go back so we’ll talk and video chat through there. I’m going to miss you all though. I’ve had so much fun over the past year and half and it's all thanks to you guys.”

“I’m happy to hear you say that.” The demon smiles. “No one here is going to forget you. Make sure you try to come back at some point. They guys and I would be very happy to have you back.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Melissa hums as they enter the arcade.

After that it seemed like life had gone back to a somewhat normal house hold just with one more added on. Everything was at peace now even with some of the days where Arella feels less than good about herself. But she always had one of her seven demons there to remind her just how precious she was to them. During those times, she couldn’t think of a more suiting way to enjoy the rest of her long life.

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Part 3 (the bad ending)

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[lovecolibri]

That sad moment where you have to unfollow a m!lex blog because they keep re blogging ta*k content because they think we don't like her cause "she gets in the way" so they are being petty😭 like you where there for the m*ria season! You KNOW there is always a reason!

Oh bummer. I'm not gonna lie I haven't looked at my dash in....a lot time, because the 911 tag has so much good content without my brain having to look at non-911 content because it doesn't like that right now, and I have most of the tay kay people that end up in the tags blocked.

I know some people DO hate any person getting between their ship, which is fine, fandom is all about curating your experience, but like...really? The reporter who conducted a non-consensual interview and didn't call anyone about the crew literally responding to an emergency call high out of their minds until after she got what she wanted and it became a liability for her? The one who then fought the city lawyers to be able to air that footage? Who constantly talks down to Buck and belittles him, and invalidates his feelings so she can keep the upper hand in the relationship (sound familiar? 🤔)? THAT'S the hill you want to die on regarding "fandom misogyny"?

It definitely exists, but a character written to purposefully highlight how wrong she is for the person she's in a relationship with, who we are not SUPPOSED to like in a relationship with Buck, a relationship the writers, directors, and Oliver have gone out of their way to make look as uncomfortable as possible, is not it. She's not the "victim", her character is supposed to be that way! Now if you want to take it up with the writers about using female characters like this that's a whole other thing, but both Ana and Tay Kay have a purpose to fulfill and their relationships being extremely awkward and boring to watch with no chemistry to be found IS that purpose. We're not being mean, we're picking up what the writers are laying down.

On the RNM side of things it was just...fucking sloppy writing because they didn't want the character to be the literal worst, manipulative person that they ended up with, and so they tried to just pretend she wasn't, and that what we saw her say and do wasn't actually happening, and the other characters loved her so really it was fine, but that doesn't change that they never knew how to write her and were uninterested in figuring it out. And instead of addressing the issues when they had a chance they just pretend they didn't exist and shot the Malex love story in the chest in the process. It's only by the grace of Valmis and Tyler having literally out of this world magical chemistry that saved them, and even then I doubt they will ever fully recover from the pointless dragging out of them not being together, not talking or only fighting and then in ONE episode magically getting together, followed by PROMPTLY dropping nearly every emotional beat that came their way. It's literally a travesty that that show and those characters and actors are stuck on the CW.

ANYWAY

911 however has an actually competent writers room for the most part and we've even been flat out TOLD that they have been focusing on Oliver's face falling when he's with his gf and they have reinforced multiple times that they don't trust each other, so IDK what people think she needs defending from. The consequences of her own actions? From fullfilling her purpose because she was brought back to be disliked and to highlight a character issue with Buck that pushes him towards growth? Like???? If you want to stan her character, fine do what you want, but she doesn't need "protection" from fans ONLY hating her for "getting between their ship". She's disliked because she's a bad person and Buck deserves better 🤷🏻‍♀️

[anon-e-miss]

Wait, is Prowl going to be 0.000001 seconds ‘late’ finishing work only for Jazz to immediately enter and be like ok! Time to breed ya over yer desk Prowler. Don’t worry, I’ll frag ya hard enough to have ta carry ya home. And that’s when Prowl first begins to realise what the discussion of Prowl wanting to carry has awakened in Jazz!

It was not as if Prowl did not want to carry for Jazz but he was a mech who lived by the odds of probability and it was just so bitterly unlikely that he could not put his spark to hope. If he did not hope, failing could not hurt so badly. That was his reasoning, flawed though it might be, for fixating on his work on the supply chain issues the Autobots had been having through the armistice instead of playing hooky to interface with Jazz. He had not intended to get so fixated, so entangled that he worked passed the end of his duty shift but he did. Prowl only realized he did when he heard Jazz clear his throat as he leaned against the doorway. There was a certain look on Jazz’s face, knowing lechery and Prowl’s cheekplates flushed on recognition. He watched Jazz locked the door before walking towards him; Prowl was glued to his chair. Of course, if he said no, Jazz would leave him in peace. There had never been one moment where he had questioned if Jazz would stop at his request. Jazz had really been serious.

“Put it away, Beautiful,” Jazz said, gesturing to the datapad in Prowl’s servo. “I wouldn’t want ya snappin’ it while I frag ya o’er yer desk.”

“How did you want me?” Prowl asked and he set the datapad in a drawer before shutting down his workstation.

He could say not, he could always say no. His valve lubricated as he looked down at his cluttered desk, thinking about how he might right it. Jazz strolled up to him and pushed Prowl face down onto his desk, onto the pile of costing and invoicing he had been going over. Prowl gasped as Jazz cupped his panel. He did not just use the manual switch to pull it aside but deftly popped it right off. Hearing Jazz toss it into his subspace only made Prowl wetter. Jazz massaged Prowl’s anterior node with two digits and Prowl’s legs fell open to him. Already he was panting. When Jazz took off his panel like that Prowl knew he was about to get taken for a ride and he shivered with anticipation. The odds of him kindling were low but Prowl could still enjoy the interface for pleasure’s sake.

“Right here,” Jazz said. “Did ya think I was playin’, Prowler?”

“Yes,” Prowl moaned. Already his legs were shaking and his servos strained for the edge of his desk, to kind something to hold on to.

“Silly mech,” Jazz chuckled. “I’ve been thinkin’ o’ nothin’ but fraggin’ ya all cycle. Can’t stop think ‘bout how hard it’s gonna be for ya to sit behind this desk after I put a bitty in ya. Those pretty tits o’ yers are gonna swell. Between yer chassis ‘n yer forge ya ain’t gonna be able to see yer peds.”

“Ah,” Prowl gasped as Jazz sank his digits between his sopping folds, grinding his node with the heel of his palm as he did. He swallowed hard as oral lubricant gathered in his mouth. There was something about Jazz’s dirty talk that made Prowl so hot.

“I pulled some strings wit OP, he agreed ya been workin’ too hard wit all this supply chain slag,” Jazz said. Though the subject was benign, Jazz’s voice oozed rough promise and Prowl whimpered as the nodes just beyond his rim were molested. “Ultra Magnus is gonna take o’er while ya ‘n me make it a long ornend.”

“We cannot take time off just to frag,” Prowl argued, pointlessly. Jazz laughed a husky laugh.

“We can,” Jazz replied. “Ya ain’t gettin’ yer panel back before Prima-tur. Gonna be lucky if it even shuts after I’ve spent six mega-cycles fraggin’ ya.”

“Oh Primus,” Prowl moaned.

His optics rolled back in his helm as Jazz worried his digits against his gamma cluster. His legs spasmed then went limp as Jazz made him squirt. Prowl had once thought it was just one of those things that happened in porn vids, until Jazz had made him squirt as the camera had filmed. Though neither of their faces had been on camera, unlike the videos Chromedome had posted, everyone had recognized the frames entangled on the berth. He knew a few Autobots and Decepticons had made overtures after, wanting a taste of what Jazz had done to him but Jazz had never taken a single one up on their offers. There was no one as loyal as Jazz.

“I got supplements, from Ratchet,” Jazz explained. “After he went on groanin’ that he didn’t wanna know ‘bout our face lives. Slag’ll helm me last passed ruinin’ ya.”

When Jazz sheathed himself in Prowl, the Praxian wailed into his datapads with his overload. Jazz groaned as he fragged Jazz through it. What they said about receptives was a lie. Jazz’s spike bore passed his gestational seal and into his tank. Trapped against his desk, Prowl’s spike oozed pre-transfluid. Though he could not frag back into Jazz, Prowl could work his valve over the spike carving itself a home in him. Prowl moaned, wondering if it was possible to a frame to reformat itself for another. It felt to him as if he had been forged for Jazz, his ridges lined up perfectly with Prowl’s internal nodes. Prowl gasped when Jazz spilled in him, not that he did not enjoy the sensation of Jazz’s supercharged transfluids spraying against the walls of his gestational tank. It was just, Jazz never came this fast. Perhaps he was excited by the prospect of breeding him.

Jazz’s refractory period seemed non existent and Jazz flipped Prowl onto his back and drove deep into him. Prowl cried out, servos clutching Jazz’s shoulders, his internals were hyper-sensitive from the charge Jazz’s transfluids had left in them. He had no time to acclimatize, instead he overload under Jazz’s demanding touch. The overload had hardly crested when the next rose up. Prowl cried, overstimulated yet desperate for it to continue. It was that moment Jazz chose to still, as Prowl’s neglected spike discharged without stimulation against their bellies. For a moment, Jazz did not move and Prowl’s aching valve fluttered fitfully over it, needing more than just the tease of that thick spike resting inside of it. When Prowl arched into him, hoping to goad him into action, Jazz pressed him down, spreading his servo out on his belly and holding him against his desk. Jazz stared down at Prowl as he wiped the Praxian’s discharged spike clean and then urged it back into its sheath. Prowl moaned and that gasped shrilly. A heavy pressure at the rim of his sheath had his writhing helplessly. A large plug filled his sheath and Jazz magnetized it in place.

“Don’t wanna distract ya frame,” Jazz explained, thought Prowl did not know for sure if this was really a thing.

Jazz had a particular kink for fragging sheaths and he had taken Prowl’s several time. It remained confusing pleasure to Prowl. Having his sheath fragged or plugged felt taboo, yet it never failed to make Prowl’s valve tighten, even as it leaked a flood of lubricant. As Prowl panted under him, Jazz pulled Prowl’s legs up over his shouldered and buried his spike so deep into him Prowl was breathless, capable only of producing rasping moans. For his part, Jazz only seemed capable of groaning roughly, straining himself to frag Prowl harder, deeper, longer. These sounds were hardly audible over the loud, wet clang each time Jazz fell over him. Jazz pressed his servo over Prowl’s chassis, over his spark and Prowl bared his essence to Jazz and moaned with anticipation as Jazz bared his own. As Jazz’s spark descended on Prowl’s, surging into Prowl’s chamber before his own spark could flare towards it, he captured Prowl’s mouth. Prowl cried into the kissed as still more transfluids filled his gestational tank and Jazz’s spark bore into Prowl’s very core, claiming every part of him. When their sparks surged Prowl gasped as his vision went black.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Held Back - Harry Hook x Ben’s sibling! Reader - Part 1

Note; before we start, “reader” is non-binary but since I've always imagined Auradon is pretty… old-fashioned and close-minded, they really don’t realize they are NB but know they don’t like being referred to as a “girl” or a “female”. Also, I know “realistically” Adam and Belle wouldn’t neglect their 2nd kid for the first n shit but it’s called a plot point and they are like that for a reason.

Tried to not use “readers” pronouns at all until we get to the good shit where they are like “oh, that’s what that is?”

Also, this will be a 2-part story, the 1st takes place in D2, while the 2nd will take place after D2 and into D3 :3

OH, slight smut in this fic….yeah…it doesn’t get detailed-detailed, but it gets…heated…yeah…if you don’t like even reading this that hint at sex then I’ll put warnings at the beginning and end of those scenes :3 otherwise this is a pretty “safe” fic

Enjoy~

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Being the daughter, and the 2nd child, to Beast and Belle, wasn’t…what everyone assumed it was. Everyone expected that since you were their 2nd kid, one that wasn't in line for the throne, that you could do anything, get away with anything. That you could just shrug and say ‘oops’ and all would be forgiven. But it wasn’t. It was constant rules and upkeep, never able to run free and scrape your knee when you fell off the tree you had climbed, never able to just scream as you ran along the shoreline, soaking the seawater into your clothes.

Always sit up straight, never cross your legs, never run, never frown, never sneer, don’t talk back, don’t yell, just sit there and -

Be perfect

For the early years of your life, you had loved Ben. Ben your 5-minute older twin brother, Ben who always cared about you, Ben who hid the vase you had broken when you were chasing him through the castle halls when told not to.

Ben; who had refused to let you be pushed aside.

But resentment grew when your parents would always favor him, always praise him; for the bare minimum.

If he got a B in his project? Amazing! Take him out for ice cream.

You? Getting a B+? scolding’s and being told to do better next time, with your dessert taken away for the week.

While you held this resentment for him, you couldn’t hate him, not really, not when he would sneak you his leftover ice cream that was your favorite flavor, one that he hated but your parents didn’t know, not when he would run into your room on stormy nights to make sure you were okay.

Not when he obviously loved you so much.

But you wanted more, you needed more…just something to fill the gap that your parents were leaving. A gap that for some reason they couldn’t see was growing bigger every time they turned their backs on you and turned to Ben.

You were a loner too…most of your “friends” were actually Bens friends, Audrey being one of the few that usually hung out with you outside of Ben and Chad, she was petty as hell sometimes and pretty passive-aggressive to those she didn’t like but she had never seen you as “Bens sister” or “the second child of King beast and Queen Belle”

She just saw you as (y/n), her friend.

When the VKs came, it was almost a relief, finally, the attention was off of you. With Bens coronation and even your parents paying more attention to the new kids instead of picking apart what was wrong with your English essay.

You had tried talking to them, but all four of them were pretty off Standish, and in their own group almost all the time, but after they had chosen good, you and Evie had started talking and had grown a small friendship, one that was nothing compared to what she had with Ben and Mal but you didn't feel as lonely anymore.

Mal had…. acknowledged your existence…yeah, the two of you didn’t really interact much. And you were fine with that.

Especially after Ben told you she tried to memory spell him (you had almost stormed into her dorm guns blazing). Then soon after that, Ben and the other vks were going back to the isle, and you were utterly bored and needed to do something other than sit in your room and disappoint your parents by doing nothing so why don’t go to the isle and disappoint your parents for a good reason!

So now, you stood at the stairway below the core four’s hideout, happy you had taken your denim jacket with you as the isle chill set in.

“so?” Evie asked Ben as he solemnly climbed back down the stairs, his eyes at the ground “where’s Mal?” Ben shook his head, pushing past Evie and Jay and walking down the ally.

“she's not coming back” he muttered before disappearing. You kept your eyes on him in worry, ignoring the other three’s worry over Mal who was safe and sound in her little hideout while your brother, who knew how to hold a sword but sucked at hand to hand, disappeared into the alleys of the isle. 

You moved to go after him but stopped as a much taller, leaner shadow took Bens place in a blink and walked toward you. “hey!” you yelled, the vks stopping in their Mal rant and turning to you “Ben’s gone”

Evie's face melted from worry for Mal to worry for Ben as she stepped next to you and called for Ben as the tall shadow got closer “Ben…Ben!”

It seemed they thought the new shadow was Ben as Evie sighed in relief and looked away, setting her hand on your shoulder “Ben don’t scare us like that!”

“Don’ scare yeh~?” the tall shadow stepped into the light, the teens bright blue eyes sending shocks down your spine as you looked into them “That’s my specialty ~” he purred, his eyes flashing between you and Jay. Evie breathed out his name in annoyance.

Harry…what a nice name...

“what did you do with Ben!” Jay stepped in front of you, not liking the way Harry was eyeing you up. Harry seemed to no understand what Jay was asking before he gasped, turning slightly to point down the ally.

“oh~! We nicked ‘im~!” he nodded as if he was explaining something to a toddler “and if yeh want ta’ see ‘im again~ have Mal come to the chip shop tonight~” his eyes darkened as he gestured to the group with his hook “Alone…Uma wants” his tone lightened again, his eyes looking back at you with curiosity “a little visit~”

He looked at jay again and pursed his lips, looking up and down “aw Jay~” he tilted his head and gave a teasing grin “seems like ye’ lost yer touch~” Jay growled and tried to tackle Harry, but was stopped by Evie. Harry held his hands up and giggled, turning to you and bowing slightly “your highness~” he purred, winking at you and blowing a kiss as he walked away.

The vks mostly ignored his last few actions and Jay hopped up the side of the stairs to get to Mal, while you watched Harry disappear into the ally, your heart going miles a minute.

“wow” you muttered, shaking your head to get rid of the fluffy feeling in your head “get a grip (y/n), he just kidnapped your brother!”

You quickly followed Evie and Carlos as the gate door of the stairway lifted and ascended to the hideout.

-

Leaving you on your own in the hideout was probably the worst choice the vks had made that entire night, as you had nothing to entertain yourself with so you just left and traveled around.

You had somehow walked from the hideout to the docks, and if you remembered correctly, this was the pirate's territory. So, you spun back around to get your ass back to the hideout but stopped as two sets of lust-filled eyes stared back.

But unlike Ben, you smirked as you crouched into a fighting stance, you had taken almost every self-defense class you could. For more than one reason but mainly because even in Auradon there were still nasty people.

The bigger one of the two men rushed at you, but ultimately flopped to the floor as you pivoted on your right foot and swung your left leg around, hitting him directly in the temple and knocking him out.

You grinned at the other man and waved your fingers at him “come get me~” you jeered, laughing to yourself as he yelled and rushed at you.

But before he could take a step closer, a silver hook whacked over his head and knocked the second man out. You pouted and glared at the new person, not caring if it was the teen that had kidnapped your brother an hour ago “hey!”

“hey~!” he mocked back, a teasing smile on his face. He stepped over the two men and curled his hook under your chin, his eyes drifting over your face “now what's a little princess-” you twitched at the nickname “-like yeh traveling alone on the isle~ it's dangerous yeh know?”

You forced down the heat that wanted to cover your face and shrugged, mentally smirking as Harry rose his brow “well…they left me alone in the hideout and I got bored…can't blame me for wanting some excitement eh?”

He squinted at you for a minute, as if he was trying to figure you out…then he finally spoke “yer different than’ I thought yeh would be” he muttered softly, the cool metal of his hook drifting away from your chin and back at his side.

You crossed your arms and cocked your hip, giving the pirate a smirk “what did you think I was going to be like?”

“prissy, stuck up, wouldn’t touch the isle even with a hundred’ foot pole” he shrugged, licking his lips as you rolled your eyes and brew a lock of hair out of your face.

“well as you’ve just experienced, that’s not true” Harry laughed through his nose, looking up towards the barrier and running his free hand through his hair.

“aye…” his shockingly blue eyes drifted back down to meet yours. “so why even come ta the isle? Fer beasty boy? Malsy?”

You looked down at your shoes…you really had no reason to come along did you? Ben and the others could have easily handled getting back Mal without you…so why?

…

“because if my parents are going to disappointed in me it might as well be for a real reason” you muttered, letting your arms drop to your side.

You felt Harry's eyes on you as you stared hard at the ground, willing yourself not to cry. “that sucks” you looked at Harry through your lashes, seeing him staring at you with sad eyes “I thought…I thought all Bora-don parents loved their kids” he laughed uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his head.

“well…they are still human…and just because they are hailed as good people, don’t mean they are good parents” you sighed, crossing your arms again and looking away from Harry's eyes.

“wait…Bora-don?” you laughed, turning back to Harry with a grin. He seemed to be relieved of the subject change and a sharp grin grew on his face.

“aye, it's boring, so, Bora-don~” he giggled, rocking on his heels a bit. A few moments passed then he held his hand out to you.

You stared at it, then him for a few moments. “come on, let's give yer dumbass parents a real reason ta be disappointed in yeh” you smiled and took his hand, laughing quietly to yourself as Harry tugged you away from the docks and toward wherever he was taking you.

-

Your legs were in Harry's lap as the two of you cackled into the dead of night, hands stained with paint and rotten food. Harry had taken you for a night of chaos, destroying vendors with paint, pranking the twin sons of Gaston’s with balloons filled with rotting eggs, and just wreaking havoc in the streets of the isle.

Harry's arm went behind your back as you fell to the side slightly, his bicep pushing against your arm. “thank you Harry” you hummed as you finally calmed down, giving him a closed-lipped smile. “this…this really meant a lot to me” he stared at your lips for a moment before a soft, unsure, smile grew on his lips.

“it was no biggie princess,” your lip twitched at the title “I was kinda already planning ta do all those things anyway…thought it was pretty fun ta do it with someone instead of by myself” you laughed a bit, leaning back on your hands and closing your eyes.

“I get that”  it was silent for a few moments, just you and Harry on top of the abandoned building.

“yeh reacted when I called yeh princess” you twitched again “yeh did it again…is something up with the word?”

You sighed, then opened your eyes, staring into Harry for a moment then looking away “I…I don’t like being referred to like that…it’s not the title its…what it refers to… it's hard to explain”

Harry tilted his head, his hand going on your knee to gently push you to continue “is it the royalty thing?”

“no” you dismissed quickly “its…the princess thing…its…well…ugh” you took your legs off Harry's lap and switched to sitting on your knees, looking at Harry with serious eyes “I've never told anybody this and you have to swear you won't tell anybody else after I tell you” Harry blinked wildly for a moment then looked at you confused.

“lass” you twitched again, making Harry pause for a moment “darling, unless it’s something that will help bring down the barrier or take over the world, I won't tell a soul” you snickered for a moment before you took a deep breath, preparing to tell a person you had just meet that day, one that had kidnapped your brother no less, your greatest secret.

It didn’t help that you felt more comfortable with him in five minutes than you had with your parents for the last 16 years. “I…don’t like it when I'm referred to with girl-like titles or…pronouns” you winced, hands going to block anything that might come your way.

“oh, yeh don’t like she-her pronouns where they are used in a way to refer ta yeh?” Harry clarified, you looked at him slightly odd, expecting some sort of relation or comment, but…it was as if you had just told him you didn’t like a vegetable instead of you not being comfortable with your gender pronouns?

“uh…yeah basically?” you rubbed the back of your head, the other hand picking at the loose threads on your pants.

“yeah, it's not that uncommon ‘ere, I think Desiree is non-binary and one of the other crew members is gender-fluid…not that it's not a big deal but…why have yeh never told anybody else about that? Not even yer brother?” your wide-eyes looked away, hands clenching into your shirt “Darling?”

“um…Auradon isn’t really…accepting of most things…I didn’t even know that…non-binary and gender-fluid were a thing…what do they mean?” you looked back at Harry who seemed to be very surprised “what?”

“nothin’ I'm just surprised tha’ the place of happily ever after’s is kinda…shit?” he laughed, rubbing the back of his head “okay lemme remember what Desiree told me um…Okay non-binary is when you don’t…identify as the gender yeh were at birth so say…okay take Desiree as an example, they’ve been told they’ve been a girl since they were born but they’ve always felt like that didn’t fit, but being a boy didn’t feel right either. so that’s what non-binary is. It's that yeh are neither male nor female yeh are…well you, and most of the time, as far as I know, they use they-them pronouns instead of she or he. but I think some of them use she and they, or he and they…just depends on who uses the pronouns n stuff.”

That…that sounded right…you had never liked female pronouns on you, and ages ago, when you tested male pronouns to yourself, that never felt right either…could you be non-binary? “um, what about gender-fluid?” Harry took a deep breath and looked up.

“Okay, I’m not as knowledgeable on that since the one who actually told me about it didn’t tell me everything…anyway, its under the same...umbrella i think its called as non-binary but genderfluid is when you are both genders, not at the same time…I think, but one day yeh can be female, the other a male, sometimes neither, but that’s what gender-fluid is. They don’t have a fixed gender”

While that sounded interesting…it didn’t feel right to you, you never felt like a girl, and you never felt like a boy… “I think I’m non-binary” you breathed, feeling like a weight was lifting off your entire body. You grinned as Harry smiled.

“awesome, welcome to the club darling” you let yourself fall forward into Harry’s chest, who stiffened slightly and slowly wrapped his arms around you.

“thank you” you muttered quietly, rubbing your cheek into his collarbone. His entire body was still as you cuddled into him, before he relaxed and laid his cheek on your head.

“yer welcome darling” he whispered back, one of his hands going up to cup the back of your head, thumb gently rubbing back and forth.

You jumped as a sudden loud noise crashed below you, and you further ducked into Harry, yelping slightly as he tipped back and the two of you ended up in an odd pile on the rooftop.

Harry tightened his arms around you, his entire body tense again as he listened for any threats. He let out a soft sigh as the high-pitched yowl of a cat rang from where the loud noise came and the animal scuttled off. “yer fine” he whispered, letting his head hit the roof as you sat up and looked around “jus’ a cat”

-smut starts here so if you don’t want to read anything that either includes it or hints at it just scroll till you get to another warning, but this does has some plot points in it soo scroll at ur own risk-

You nodded slightly, twisting around to look at the bleak buildings of the isle. you felt something beneath your legs and you glanced down, feeling heat creep into your face as you realized you were straddling Harry's thigh, it seemed he didn’t fully realize you were doing it as well, his leg rubbing against…well your…area.

You squeaked as he pushed his leg up further and tipped forward, your hands reaching out and slamming next to Harry's head to catch yourself.

His eyes flashed open, red building on his cheeks as your faces were suddenly only two inches apart. “um” you looked to the side, biting your lip “s-sorry” Harry glanced down, the blush spreading to his ears as he realized what the pressure against his leg was. He laid his leg flat and let out a short laugh.

“uh…” you locked eyes again, and a strong shiver was sent down your spine as you looked into his sparkling ocean blue eyes.

You could feel an ache between your legs begin to grow as you lifted yourself back up and hovered over Harry's hips. Harry slowly sat up, stopping inches away from your face, his eyes drifting to your lips for a moment then looking back up at you. “I-“ you whispered, biting your lip as a devious idea came to mind “I have…an idea”

“oh,” Harry whispered back, leaning a bit closer, his hands sliding forward on the ground and resting on your thighs. “Wha’?”

“you know what would really disappoint my parents?” you grinned, your hands reaching up from your sides and gripping onto Harry's jacket, pulling him toward you a bit.

He grinned back, looking down at your lips again “wha’ would tha’ be?”

You leaned in, lips only an inch from his “sleeping with someone they would hate” you could almost feel the wide grin that spread on his lips.

“sounds an excellent idea~” he purred, hands flashing up to your shoulders as yours curled around his neck and pulled him into a hard kiss, teeth clashing and faces warm.

Harry's leg arched up against your butt and forced you forward again, your lips parted with a gasp as Harry leaned back with you. he wrapped his arms around your torso, pressing your chest into his and leaning down to nip at your neck “Harry” you breathed, pressing your lips together as Harry's hands drifted down to your butt and pushed it against his hips, an odd hardness pressing against the ache between your legs. You let out a low whispering moan as he ground against you, his lips smirking against your neck as you started to meet his hips in tandem.

“that’s it darling” he purred, trailing up your neck and sucking on your jaw “jus’ like tha’” you whimpered, ducking your head down and burning into Harry's neck as Harry's hips started to go harder and faster against you. You let out small gasps as your hips twitched and ground back down into Harry's, who let out small groans against your shoulder.

“hang on hang on” Harry grabbed your hips, stopping you and sitting up. One of his hands reached up to the back of your neck and pulled you back, lips crashing into yours in a bruising kiss. His hips started again, the heat between your legs almost becoming unbearable as you trust against them to get rid of the ache.

Harry nipped at your lip, smirking as you opened at his request and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He sucked at your lip, dragging your tongue into his mouth. You sighed at the feeling, tightening your grip on his jacket as you let him just play with your tongue.

He pulled back, smirking at the trail of saliva that still connected your lips. “shall I take yeh to my apartment yer highness~ yeh should be taken in a place of privacy, not a damned rooftop.” Your hazy mind yelled at you to go with him and you nodded, yelping slightly as Harry grabbed your thighs and stood with ease, your legs locking around his waist. “I’ll take good care of yeh darling~”

-

You let out a breathless gasp as your back hit his bed, the larger teen pouncing on top of you, not waiting for you to stop bouncing, and pressed another bruising kiss to your lips.

You heard him unzip his jacket and throw it across his room, the chain across the back making a loud sound as it hit the wall. He pulled away from you for a moment to rip off his sword sheath and shirt. You felt your face burn as his pecks and abs came into sight, slowly reaching out to trail your fingers against his scars as he pulled his shirt over his head.

You felt him shiver as you brushed your knuckle over his perked nipple and gripped onto his bicep, biting your lip at the look in his eyes as he smirked down at you.

“before we start” he rasped in a low tone, making you press your thighs together to relieve the ache that pulsed “do you really want ta do this?”

“yes” you answered immediately, smiling at his question, good to know that even after you had gone this far, he still asked for consent. He smiled back and leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, noses touching.

“Jus’ tell me ta stop, and I will” you nodded and pulled his lips down into yours, immediately opening your mouth and clashing your tongue with his.

Within seconds your jacket was taken off and Harry pushed your top up above your breasts, unclipping your bra from the back and pushing that over your breasts as well.

You pushed at his chest, Harry immediately pulling away and raising his brow, laughing slightly as you sat up and discarded your top and bra. You pulled him back into the kiss, groaning into his as his hips dipped and pressed into yours again.

He pulled away for a split moment, making you whine in objection and tug on his hair. He leaned down and whispered into your ear, lips brushing against your skin.

“I'll make sure yeh won't be able ta walk properly tomorrow~”

-

Harry started up at the ceiling, his fingers gently trailing up and down your back. Almost every inch of him ached, from the reddening hickeys on his neck, torso, and hips, the scratches on his arms, back, and torso, to the bitemark on his neck.

He looked out his window, noting it was pitch black outside. He sighed and turned his head into you, curling his other arm around you and tugging you tighter into his side, breathing in the scent of your (fav shampoo).

He didn’t know why, but from the moment he had first seen you, your curious eyes peeking from behind Jay's shoulder, he had felt something flutter within him. He wasn’t able to stop thinking about you from then on, even as he taunted Ben in the lost revenge’s brig, unable to get those hypnotic (e/c) eyes out of his head.

He couldn’t ignore the genuine happiness when he saw you again, taking down those goons with ease and confidence. He couldn’t ignore the feeling in his chest when you laughed, the intense fluttering when you smiled at him.

The way heat rushed to his cheeks when you hugged him.

The passion he felt as he looked down at your writing body as he was deep inside you.

-Alright! Yall who don’t like reading smut/stuff that hints at it are good! You may continue reading!-

He shouldn’t feel this way, not for the child of the king that had sent his father to the isle, and dooming hundreds of kids to a floating prison just for being the children of villains. He shouldn’t feel this way about the sibling of the king they had kidnapped and were holding for ransom.

He had only heard of this type of feelings from stories of the heroes of Bora-don, how they had somehow fallen in love within seconds of meeting the other. He had never understood it, calling it stupid that someone would fall in love with someone they just met.

He understood it now, the ache in his chest when he thought of you being hurt when the villains took over the world after Uma got the wand and freed them all. He only had one word to assign it to.

Love.

His grip on your waist tightened, and he buried his face in your hair. He didn’t know if he would ever see you again after today, so he would treasure the moments he had with you now.

You groaned slightly in your sleep, your hand that wasn’t trapped under his pillow reaching up and curling around his neck, pulling yourself further into his neck, your nose pushing into the dip between his shoulder and neck.

He pressed a kiss to your head and closed his eyes, huffing slightly as he realized he felt completely content by your side.

-

You grumbled as beams of light pushed through your closed eyes, you pushed off Harry's chest and glared at the window, reaching to close the curtain that half covered it, huffing as you realized you couldn’t reach it from your spot buried in Harry's side.

You stilled as Harry's arm reached past you and closed the curtain, leaving the room in calmly lit darkness. He put his hand on your head and pushed it back onto his chest, thumb gently caressing the back of your head. “morning” you rasped, tilting your head to rest your chin on Harry's pecs and smiling at the slowly awakening pirate.

“morning darling” he rasped back, his sleepy ocean blue eyes staring back at you. He slowly sat up, shifting you to sit in his lap as he shook his head to force himself to wake up. “wha’ time is it” he grumbled, raising his brow as you reached behind him for your pants, that were hanging off his bed frame, and pulled out your phone.

“8:30” you set your phone on the nightstand and flopped back into Harry's chest, tightly wrapping your arms around him. “what time is the…thing?”

“12” he hummed, pressing his cheek to your head and holding onto you “so…”

“three and a half hours” you did the math for him, pouting as he pulled you back slightly and looked into your eyes.

“Uma wanted me at the ship at nine darling…” you sighed, looking at your lap as you realized your time with the handsome pirate was almost up.

He pressed a kiss to your head and pulled his blankets around you, covering your nakedness and getting out of the bed, aware of your eyes on his butt as he walked over to his dresser.

“Please tell me it wasn’t just me” he paused as he slid his underwear over his hips and looked over at his shoulder at you, eyes widening as he saw a droplet of water appear from behind your hair and fall onto the blanket “please tell me it wasn’t just me that felt something”

He was silent for a few moments, biting his lip as his heart raced with the realization that you felt the same way he did.

He stared at you for a few moments before turning back to his dresser and opening the small box on top and pulling out a necklace.

He turned and walked towards you, giving you a soft smile as he sat in front of you and gently lifted the tread around your neck, trailing his fingers down it and holding the small charm in his fingertips.

You glanced down at it and gasped, the charm was a small metal hook with a small red gem in the middle of the bulb. “this is something I’ve had fer awhile” Harry whispered, looking back up at you and bonking his forehead into yours “Gil made it for meh a long time ago, but it…it didn’t feel right on me…but I kept it cause it felt like it had a purpose…I guess that purpose was ta be on yeh” you sniffed as your vison blurred “what I’m saying is…yes, it wasn’t jus’ you, I felt something too”

He tilted your chin up with his finger, softly smiling at you and leaning in slightly “a feeling I’ve only heard in yer Bora-don tales” you gasped slightly at that, heart going a thousand miles a minute as you realized he had felt the same way you did since you had first seen him last night in the ally “it sounds stupid” he chuckled, looking off for a moment “I never believe those tales of love at first sight or that type of shit but…” he looked back into your eyes, hand trailing from your chin to the back of your neck “I was proved wrong”

He pulled you into a sweet, soft kiss, your eyes closing as he slowly moved his lips against yours, his other hand coming up and taking your hand that wasn’t holding the blanket.

Your mind went hazy as the world around you melted away at the taste of Harry's bruised lips, giving you the softest kiss you had ever gotten from anyone.

He pulled back for a moment, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before sitting back and opening his eyes, smiling as you kept yours closed and swayed slightly “(y/n)” he whispered, realizing he had to go very soon if he wanted to make sure you got back to the core four safely, and make it to the ship on time “ye have ta go now”

You slowly opened your eyes and pouted, tilting forward and hugging Harry tightly “I know, but It's too dangerous for yeh here love, get dressed, and I’ll walk ye back to the hideout” you shook your head against his chest but obeyed after he clicked his tongue and picked one of your legs up and let it drop on the floor.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and stood, grabbing his clothes that had been tossed around in the night and quickly getting dressed, grumbling about his belts that had somehow disappeared.

“under the bed” you snorted, laughing as Harry paused and dropped to his knees and looked under the bed, muttering some curses to himself as he pulled out the two black-brown belts and attached them to his hips.

You sighed as you ran your fingers over the purple hickeys all over your neck and torso, whistling slightly at the dark bite mark on your ribs. You mentally thanked your past self as you pulled your turtle neck over your head and smoothed it down. “yeh ready darling?” you nodded over to your shoes and picked them up, walking over to Harry's bed to put them on.

You finished lacing them up and jumped slightly as Harry's hand appeared in your vision. You looked up slightly, biting your lip as he was fully geared up, a tricorn hat on his head, and a blue headwrap hiding his fluffy back hair. He had lined his eyes thick making the blue pop. You took his head and stood, the two of you walking out of his apartment and towards the hideout.

-

You stopped just a little less than a block away from the hideout, Harry taking off his hat and holding it in front of your faces as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips “I’ll see yeh later yer highness” he whispered with a smile, he took a step back and bowed low, flipping his hat on his head as he stood.

You shared a sad smile and Harry walked away. You watched him for a moment before you called after him, he turned with a raised brow “stay safe…please” you smiled as he nodded.

“as yeh wish” he turned away and walked toward the wharf, leaving you to return to the hideout alone, the cold metal of the hook charm against your chest reminding you that you might never see him again after today.

-

You never did see him again that day, being forced to stay with the car as the others went to get Ben.

It had been a week since cotillion, and you stared at yourself in the mirror, dark bags under your eyes as the clock read 2 am.

It had been hard…hearing yourself being referred to as “she” or “her” or “the sister of king ben” when you had finally found out who you were.

After you had gotten back you had scoured the internet to look up the terms Harry had told you. Non-binary…’Non-binary people not only do not identify as the gender they were assigned at birth; they do not identify with the male or female gender at all’

You were non-binary, and it was so hard to hear yourself be misgendered after years of feeling uncomfortable being referred to as a ‘girl’ then finally figuring yourself after meeting Harry. you thought of telling the core four, but you were scared that they would ask about how you found out, and then you would have to spill the beans about Harry.

You didn’t know what it meant to be non-binary but…this was your journey right? As long as you felt it was right…it had to be the right path…right? You glanced at the scissors on the counter, then back at yourself in the mirror, frowning at your long hair that your mother had demanded that you never cut dramatically, in fear that you would be seen as a boy.

…well fuck that.

You grabbed your scissors in one hand, your hair in the other, and pulled it to the side. You closed your eyes as you held the scissors over your hair.

*snip!*

You hardly looked as you chopped off your long hair, the locks falling on your feet and bathroom floor as you did.

You took a deep breath as you set down the scissors again and quickly looked at yourself, breath-stopping as you did.

“oh” you breathed, leaning forward towards the mirror and reaching up to touch your choppy short hair “...there you are” the cut was ugly and rough but…it felt right…you smiled, running your hands through your hair.

A thought came to mind, and you ran into your room to grab a baggy button-up shirt you had stolen from Ben months ago and quickly threw it over your tank top and buttoned it up.

You took a deep breath and stepped in front of your mirror, your eyes burning as you felt like you were seeing yourself for the first time “there you are” you whispered again, reaching up and grabbing the hook charm as you closed your eyes.

Your name was (y/n), and you were non-binary.

And if that disappointed your parents? Or anyone else in Auradon? Fuck em.

If you were proud of yourself that was all that mattered.

-end of part 1-

2nd parts gonna be after d2 and into D3 with (y/n) telling Ben and the C4 about them being NB and doing things to help themselves feel more like themselves…yep :D hopefully, I did this fic right and represented those who are non-binary correctly, I used the knowledge I had and did some research to make sure I didn’t type any stupid shit.

Oh also enjoy this little sketch dump I did while writing this, it's not (y/n) exactly, but just how I envisioned the “character” if it wasn’t a blank slate “character” lol, and yes they do got a pirate look going on…that’s the point XD they take inspo for their fashion from Harry/pirates.

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Demon Alya AU: Lila the Possessor

Marinette could feel the blood draining from her face. She'd expected to see almost anything when she'd decided to follow Lila, from her weaving her next lie to a clandestine meeting with Hawkmoth himself. The girl casually talking to a burning portal in midair was so far outside expectations that Marinette was having trouble reorienting herself. "You would not believe the level of goody-goody nonsense I have to put up with over here. It frankly makes me want to puke. Fortunately most of them are as gullible as they come, so I'll eventually be able to collect their souls no problem. It'll make a nice power boost for myself while I'm tracking down Hawkmoth to claim both his soul and his Miraculous. Make sure to keep up the ritual sacrifices and everything going strong, because some of my bosses are coming later this week and we want to impress them. I'll stop by later after I've checked in with 'mommy dearest'. Ta-ta." Marinette realized she needed to hide just a second too late. "Well, well," Lila grinned just a little too wide for Marinette's comfort level. "Look who just saw more than they were supposed to." "You-you..." "Yes, me, me. What of it?" "I-You-Ladybug and Chat Noir will stop you!" Marinette finally got out. To her astonishment, Lila actually laughed at that. "Those two imbeciles don't even know I exist, and it wouldn't matter if they did." She stepped up and leaned so far into Marinette's personal space that the girl had to take a step back. "I'm inviolate. The daughter of an Italian diplomat. Those two nitwits would never start an international incident. They're too noble for that." "I... I doubt you're really the diplomat's daughter," Marinette said with a confidence she didn't feel. She should have hidden. Or transformed. Being transformed right now would be really nice, but she didn't dare do it in front of Lila unless there was no other option. "Aren't you clever?" Lila simpered. "I'm not Ambassador Rossi's daughter... but I am wearing her." "Um... what...?" Marinette squeaked. "You see, there was this little Italian girl crying in the park one day a few months ago, moaning about how hard it was to make friends. How her mother kept moving and she kept having to start over from scratch and boo-hoo all the kids at her school wouldn't be her friends. And then you know what happened?" "W-what?" "She foolishly said she'd sell her soul if she could only make friends easier. I mean, what was I supposed to do with an opening like that? So I told her I could help her get friends if she wanted. She was so stupidly happy that she said she'd do anything right then and there." "W-what did you do?" "What did I do? I plunged my hand into her chest and ripped her soul out right then and there! The look on her face was priceless! 'Oh, don't worry,' I told her. 'I'll be sure you have plenty of "friends" to fawn all over you or at least me.' and then I possessed her body!" "What d-did you do with h-her then?" "Oh, I keep her around. Let her watch how well I'm fulfilling my end of our bargain. She's so ungrateful, though, always moaning about how I should stop lying and manipulating people because that's 'not what friends do'. It's so pathetic it's hilarious!" "Ladybug and Chat Noir will stop you," Marinette tried to rally herself. "I'll help them." Lila laughed like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. "Oh, I hope you try! Wouldn't that be a sight! Poor Marinette has a psychotic break from stress and accuses a classmate of being a demon! No one would believe you! They'll throw you in the nuthouse and I'll just take all your classmates souls anyway. Maybe I'll have them be human sacrifices too..." "Don't you dare!" Marinette snarled. She didn't care if Lila was really a demon from Hell, no one threatened her friends! "Temper, temper..." Lila sneered. "But you know, maybe you could get someone to believe you. Which would mean that 'Lila' has outlived her usefulness. I'd have to abandon her, maybe get my cult to carve her up to throw off suspicion, and find a new gullible sap to

inhabit." Lila's expression turned extremely dark and taunting. "As a matter of fact, I've had my eye on dear sweet Adrien for a while." "No..." "Yes...! Such a perfect host. Rich... famous... connected... An overprotective father who neglects him constantly, leaving a son starved for affection and attention. I could probably get him to sell his soul just by promising to get his father to pay attention to him. And you know... If you helped me, I could be persuaded to ensure 'Adrien' would be your boyfriend afterwards..." "Never!" Lila actually seemed a bit surprised by how firm her denial was. "Well, suit yourself. It's not like you can do anything to me anyway. Even if you killed this body, I'd just find a new one and then you'd never see me coming. See you around, Marinette." Marinette managed to wait three minutes after Lila turned the corner before allowing her legs to give out from under her. "Tikki..." "She's gone," Tikki said, looking uncharacteristically solemn. "Now that I know what she is, I can sense her presence easily." "How... how do we deal with something like that?" "Oh, Marinette," Tikki said gently, "what forces do you think the Miraculous were created to combat in the first place? The day we can't handle one little upstart demon is the day we retire." "Oh god, that poor girl... Lila..." "There are ways to get her soul back to her body, even if it's been taken to Hell," Tikki said. "They're some of the few rituals the Order of Guardians allowed us kwami to learn." "Okay... okay... we'll still need to get... er... 'Lila' out of... um... Lila's... body... geez that sounds weird to say..." "There are ways to do that too. Your cleansing powers could manage it, but for the best results..." "You'll need the cleansing powers of Destruction." Marinette and Tikki both looked to see Plagg, looking so thunderously irate that Marinette had to double-check that he wasn't actively using Cataclysm. "To think," Plagg said with the care and deliberation of someone who knew if they exerted any less self control they would lose any semblance of control over their temper, "that there was a possessor demon so brazen as to be on the same continent - the same city - as my kitten. And I managed to miss it for this long... I'm losing my touch. Well, now that I know she exists, there's nowhere for her to hide. I'll be teaching my kitten the more advanced uses of his powers immediately. Clearly I've been lax in his training. Well, no more. It's time to remind those spirits who would steal and inhabit the bodies of others exactly why those who wear the Ring of the Black Cat are the most feared exorcists in history." -----

Chat Noir eventually learns the tricks and when he and Ladybug face off against 'Lila', he shocks 'Lila' when he proves intent on Cataclysming her directly, but she feels confident that would only dust her 'meat suit'. She has just enough time to scream in terror when it proves to do the opposite, dusting the possessing spirit and leaving the body intact.

Ladybug does the ritual to return the real Lila's soul to her body and the girl has to spend a month in therapy before she can go out in public from the trauma.

The class welcomes her with open arms, and a hug (and secret blessing) from Rose does more good for her than the month of therapy.

The demon 'Lila's' cult seems to have vanished off the face of the earth and when asked about them, Alya and Juleka just kind of whistle innocently.

The real Lila goes on to become friends with everyone in class and eventually this traumatic chapter in her life becomes almost like a bad dream.

----- Oh, hey, you can have your Lila hate sink and your Lila redemption!

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[your-eternal-muse]

Kinda Wish She Were Dead

Heather Series Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Bonus! Readers Card Confession Series Playlist 

Summery: During a night out on the town with the girls, Reader see’s something she wasn’t supposed to.

Words: 3.7k (my longest yet!)

Warnings: Swearing, a few sexual innuendos, Cheating, Mentions of Alcohol, and a fabulous right hook.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Heather Carmichael, Spencer Reid x eventual Female!Reader 

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this one....turn it up! Also, the song that inspired this chapter. For the meaning of the song, not that fucking boat scene.

~~~~

It’s hot.

Like “laying naked in the middle of your apartment with the air cranked and every fan blowing on you” hot.

I’m one of the lucky ones.

My old apartment was renovated to include central air a few years before I moved in.

Still, the humidity was smothering.

So why was I putting a full face of makeup on, knowing damn well I’m gonna sweat it off before the end of the night?

Because why the hell not?

It’s the first time I’ve made plans with the girls in months, and I deserve to feel pretty, even if only for an hour or two.

My therapist tells me I’m making progress.

And it finally feels like I am.

I don’t hate the day before it even starts when I wake up.

I hardly close my curtains anymore.

I’d like to say that with her help, everything went back to normal.

I go to work and come home. I hang out with my friends, water my potted plants. Talk to Spencer like I never confessed my love for him.

But it didn’t.

I haven’t really spoken to Spencer since the day I left.

I’ve wanted to.

I’ve wanted to tell him that I’m here. I’m still here. That I’m always going to be here.

That I care about him more than probably life itself.

Ever since I came back, we’ve had to work together, and we’ve had a few small conversations, but nothing like what we used to have.

I crave those conversations.

How we would bounce back and forth from idea to idea, topic to topic without so much as breaking a sweat.

The late night conversations about the probability of aliens, and life on the opposite side of the universe.

I crave him, and the intimacy he brought.

Lately though, he’s been coming to work with a sullen look on his face.

He shows up earlier, and stays later, drowning himself in his paperwork.

When her calls interrupt a caseload, he no longer eagerly picks up to hear what she has to say.

All I want to do is walk over and ask him how he’s doing. How the married life is treating him. If there’s anything I can do to help lift his spirits.

But I can’t.

I’d be overstepping a boundary I didn’t even know I created that night out on the balcony.

Knocking on my door snaps me out of my daze, and I quickly cap my lipstick, making my way towards my front door where my night stands, waiting.

JJ, Emily, and Penelope are waiting, big smiles and laughter bubbling from their lips.

I let the smile spread across my face.

“I just need to grab my shoes and then I’ll be ready.” I usher them into my hallway, running back to my bedroom to grab the pair of heels resting by my closet.

I sit on my bed, slipping them on with ease and grabbing my bag on my way out.

They all ooh and ahh when I step into the light of my kitchen, and JJ grabs my hand, twirling me in place so they can get a better look at my outfit.

“I almost forgot you had party attire, y/n.” 

“God, I wish I had an ass like that. I’m older than you. That’s not fair.” Emily says, landing a playful slap against the fabric of my skirt. 

“Oh stop it, you flatter me.” Once upon a time, the attention would have made me antsy. The voice in my head would whisper that they were lying to me, that they really thought I was the ugliest thing in existence. 

That was then, and this is now. Now the confidence shines off of me like a spotlight.

“You deserve to be flattered, you beautiful goddess you.” Penelope says, her hands waving in the air.

I take a look in the new mirror that hangs in my hallway, and I can’t help but agree. The tight black skirt accentuates my curves, the low cut golden crop top that sticks to me like another skin puts the girls on display, and my heels give me legs for days.

I look damn good.

“Okay okay okay, pre-game selfie!” Penelope grabs her phone and holds up in front of her while we gather around. 

She snaps the picture and within a few quick taps, a buzzing emits from my bag. 

I dig my phone out, seeing the picture pop up in my notifications. 

JJ has her arms wrapped around me, and I’m pressed to Penelope's side. Emily stands over us, one hand on JJ’s shoulder, the other on Penelopes. 

I don’t think I could fake a smile like the one on my face even if I wanted to. 

I save it to my phone.

~~~

If I thought being in my house, alone, with air conditioning was bad, then I shouldn't have even bothered coming out.

The bar, albeit small, was packed. 

Even if there was a breeze, or any airflow at all, the combined body heat of the crowd would have swallowed it up.

I couldn’t really bring it in me to care all that much, though.

The dim lights and heat left my skin with a sexy shine, bringing attention to all the right places. 

I could feel the eyes on me. 

The ones belonging to men wanting to drown their sorrows in a woman like me, one who appears vulnerable, willing to go along for the ride.

It’s been a while, since I’ve had the attention of the opposite gender, especially this very specific kind of attention.

It feels good, in a way. To be wanted so openly. But it doesn’t mean jack to me, not if it’s not the pair of eyes I’ve been desperate to catch.

I should stop thinking about him.

It’s a girls night out. I don’t have to think, or worry about anything. 

Besides, he’s probably busy doing other things. Thinking about me is the last thing on his mind.

I laugh and take a sip from the Shirley temple sitting in front of me, laughing as JJ recounts a story about will and a botched attempt at breakfast in bed.

I pick a cherry up from the fizzy drink, and bite the end off, relishing in the sweet flavor. I pop the stem in my mouth, twirling it around my tongue as I listen to the conversation, pulling it between my teeth and setting it down on the table in a knot.

“Oh my god. Did you just tie a cherry stem with your tongue?” Penelope is cheesing from the other side of the table, the bright pink straw of her margarita almost to her lips.

I laugh, holding it up for them to inspect. 

“You know what that means.” Emily says, taking a sip from her own drink, before continuing her thought. “You, my friend, can give great head.”

A blush covers my cheek, but I cock an eyebrow. “Who told you?”

The three women burst into high pitched laughter, and I see Pen pull out her phone. She holds it up to me. 

“Do it again. The internet needs to be blessed with this knowledge.”

I chuckle again, the spirit of the night enough to get me drunk off the energy. I grab another cherry from my drink, sucking the end into my mouth before popping it off, and swallowing it. 

“Alright, we have one, untied cherry stem before us.” I hold out the stem for the camera to see. “Now watch as I tie it with no hands.”  I stick out my tongue, placing it in the middle before closing my mouth. 

I rest my elbows on the table, working my tongue around the stem, forcing it into submission to do exactly what I want. 

Within 15 seconds, I pull it through my teeth, and hold up a tied cherry stem. 

“Ta-da! Magic.” I place it on the table as they clap, smiles wide and goofy from their own alcoholic concoctions. 

“She’s single people. And there’s a line forming so shoot your shot.” JJ is the one to speak to the camera, and I giggle, taking another sip. 

Penelope brings her phone down, and within a minute my phone buzzes again, this time with the notification of the video being posted. 

There are worse things to be posted on the internet about me.

“I never knew you could do that, y/n/n.” Pen says, taking a sip from her drink. 

I run a hand through my hair, shrugging. “Didn’t think I needed to put it on my resume. It’s mostly a party trick I use when I like someone. I haven’t used it in years though.”

The unspoken question lingers on the air. 

“No, I never showed Spencer. But I’m sure it’d blow his mind. The way that man applies math and logic to everything he does just solidifies the fact that I know he wouldn’t be able to do it.”

It’s been a while since I’ve joked about him openly, but it wasn��t forced. It didn’t hurt. 

It was just a natural statement.

“Have you guys noticed that something’s up with him? He seems distant lately.” JJ says, leaning in closer so she doesn’t have to talk over the crowd. 

“Okay, so it’s not just me.” I reply, playing with the straw in my drink.

“It’s gotta be something at home. I mean, he doesn’t even remotely act the way that he did when him and Heather first got together.” Emily's eyes look me up and down, reading my body language, but I’m done hiding. 

I let the building anger ripple through me.

“He seems...sad. And not like, normal Reid sad where it has to do with his mom or something, no this is like..” she stops herself from continuing the sentence.

I finish it for her. “It’s like, me, sad.”

JJ sighs. “I hate to say it, but do you think it has anything to do with Heather?”

A glass shatters across the room, and like the red sea, the crowd parts.

Everything happens in no more than a couple seconds, but it feels like a lifetime. 

Through the empty space, I see two people standing at the bar. The woman has her hands wound into the man's shirt, her body turned as she laughs at someone behind her, I’m assuming the one who dropped the glass. 

The man has his hands gripped on her hips, smiling into her hair, before she turns back around, connecting their lips in the most disgusting kiss I have had the displeasure of witnessing.

The rage builds swiftly in my stomach and it pulses from my soul outward. The world’s tint changes and I see red.

“Even if it doesn’t right now, it will.” 

When the hell did I stand up?

They stand with me, and I’m about to argue my point when Emily speaks. “You want something to record, Garcia?” She moves by me, fixing my hair, handing me her glass which holds a swig of her drink left. “Record this.” 

I take it, downing it for a little liquid luck, and start for the bar, the three of them on my heels.

I profile him as best I can in the 20 seconds it takes to get through the now reforming crowd. 

There’s a gold ring on his hand. His pants and shirt are dirty, and his boots are thick. He works in something having to do with construction, which means he’s probably done around 5 every night, and I know for a fact that it is way past that.

I walk up to them, grabbing her shoulder and pulling them apart, stepping in between them, getting face to face to him.

“Before you even think about laying a hand on me, my name is SSA Y/L/N of the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the F.B.I. From the look of your clothes and the ring on your finger, I’m gonna go ahead and assume that your wife is waiting for you at home.” 

His hand instinctively falls to his back pocket.

“And since you just reached for what I’m assuming is your phone, she’s called you multiple times tonight. She knows. Now, fuck off and maybe you can salvage things with her, but believe me when I say this,” His breath smells sour. “You aren’t even half the man that she’s married to.” 

He opens his mouth to say something, looking from me, to Heather, to the three women surrounding her, keeping her from leaving, and the camera pointed directly at his face.

He looks back down to me, and huffs, stepping back and walking in the other direction.

For a moment, I stare at where he stood. 

And then a fire ignites in my stomach and it takes everything in me to not beat the girl standing behind me.

I turn, and lightning strikes behind her eyes. 

“You’re not gonna tell him.”

“Like hell I’m not!” I take a step forward, and she takes one back, bumping into Emily who has her arms crossed, and her shoulders raised. “You know, I tried so hard to give you the benefit of the doubt, Heather. You made him happy and I honestly thought you loved him, but I realize now that he deserves someone so much better than you.” 

“Oh what, someone like you?” She’s snide, her demeanor defensive and cocky at the same time. She thinks she’s gonna come out on top of this.

“You know what? Yes. Someone like me. Someone who wouldn’t even think about doing this to him, because the amount of pain that he is about to go through doesn’t even come close to the stupid fucking reward. Oh, so you slept with some douchebag because what? You’re not getting enough attention?” The words are cathartic, leaving my belly with the venom that has been brewing there for the past 2 and half years.

“I found your letter. I was right about you.”

That would have stopped me in my tracks 6 months ago. Now I don’t even flinch.

“Oh honey, it’s not a fucking secret anymore. You want to hear me say it? I love him. I am in love with Spencer fucking Reid, and the only reason that he is with you, is because I was a decent human being and could see that you made him happy, so I kept my mouth shut. But I don’t care anymore. I don’t give a flying fuck what happens now, because whatever it is, it has to be better than being with a lying, cheating bitch like you.”

“You think he’s gonna run to you? Is that what you’re hoping for? He’s not gonna believe you. And even if he did, I’d turn on the water works and make him believe it was just this one time.”

She doesn’t know she’s being filmed. 

I turn to the bartender. “Excuse me, is she a regular here?”

The bartender smirks, wiping down the wood. “Yep. She comes in at least a couple times a week with that dude you kicked to the curb. They almost always leave together.”

Heather scoffs, crossing her arms. “Again, he’ll never believe you.” 

“You sure about that hot stuff?” Penelope steps forward, shoving the camera in her face. “Smile for the camera.”

Heather's eyes go wide, before turning to me. “You wouldn’t dare.” 

“I would do it for a fucking corn chip.” 

I place my hands on my hips, getting so close to her our noses almost touch. My voice is dangerously low when I speak. “Either you tell him everything or I will. And trust me. I have my ways of finding out if you did.”

I step back, wishing the daggers in my eyes could inflict actual pain, as I turn to walk away. 

I hear her shout in frustration before I feel her hands on my back, pushing me forward into the mass of people. 

A couple people unaware of the confrontation help me back up with a smile, thinking I’ve just drunkenly tripped over myself.

Emily and JJ each hold one of my arms, making sure I’m stable, while Penelope keeps filming a look of shock on her face.

A wicked smile forms on my face.

I was hoping she’d do something like that.

I turn and my fist connects with her face, a nice cracking noise satisfying the lust building in my chest, as a thin coat of blood covers my knuckles. 

Though, it’s not my blood. 

She’s holding her nose in pain as she falls to the floor, taking down a bar stool with her, and I swear I see the bartender laugh.

I grab a napkin off the bar, wiping my knuckles before throwing it on the floor by her feet. 

“C’mon girls. The night is still young.” 

I see them cover their own smiles with their hands, and Penelope starts to giggle the shock away. 

I know I should feel bad. It was unprofessional of me. 

But she shoved me first. 

It is, legally, self-defense. 

Is it sick that I wish she would have punched me?

It doesn’t matter anyway. I know she won’t press charges. She’s smart enough to know she just dug her grave.

And now she has to lie in it.

~~~~

The atmosphere is different when I walk into the office the next morning. 

It’s tense. 

And one look from JJ and an inhale of air tells me why. 

Spencer’s here. 

I barely have time to set my bag down on my desk, before he grabs me suddenly by the arm, dragging me into a nearby conference room.

The anger is rolling off of him in waves, and I can see by the way he clenches and unclenches his fists, he is pissed.

He almost throws me into the room, slamming the door behind him. 

“You want to tell me why the fuck you punched Heather in the face for no damn reason?”

Stupid, stupid girl. 

Did she not think, that the way I would find out, would be from Spencer himself?

I can’t help but shake my head and laugh. “She didn’t tell you.”

“She told me that she was having a drink with a girlfriend of hers when you came up drunk, yelling at her, until you just punched her. Can you explain that to me?”

He’s finally yelling at me. After months of begging for him to yell at me, he finally is. 

It doesn’t feel as good as I had hoped it would.

I don’t say anything, just pull out my phone to find the video that Garcia sent me.

“Are you serious right now, Y/N? Put your fucking phone down and explain to me why you broke my wife's nose!”

I sit in a chair, setting the phone on the table and sliding it towards him. I lean back and cross my hands over my stomach.

“Watch the video, Spencer.”

“Why? Why should I listen to anything you tell me?”

I lean forward, onto my elbow, annunciating every syllable. “Watch the damn video.”

He stands, and I watch as he fights with himself, before huffing in defeat, sitting in a chair and pulling my phone towards him.

He presses play.

I watch as his anger flows away with each passing second, despair taking its place. 

This is what I wasn’t looking forward to. Seeing him see it for the first time.

Watching him break. 

It wasn’t pretty.

I watch as tears form in his eyes and silently drop down his cheeks. 

He clenches his jaw as he watches her shove me, and the punch that followed. 

The room is dead quite when the video ends.

I’m the one who speaks first, my voice soft. 

“I punched her, because she had the audacity to do this. She had the audacity to hurt you, and flaunt that fact publicly.” 

I swallow, taking a breath before speaking. 

“I meant everything I said in that video, Spence.” 

He looks up at the nickname, his anger no longer directed at me.

“She hurt you, and I saw red. I didn’t think about what I was doing, and frankly, I’m glad I didn’t. I don’t regret standing up for you. I never have, and I never will.”  I clasp my hands together, forcing myself to continue. 

“I love you Spencer. I don’t think that’s ever going to change. I’m going to have to live with you finding other people and falling in love, and I promise you, I will support you in that. But not with her. Not after that. You deserve so much better than a girl who thinks she can get away with this just because she’s pretty and jealous.”

He taps a couple things on my phone, before turning the screen off and sliding it back over to me. 

He stands. 

I don’t. I continue talking as he walks over to me.

“You mean everything to me, Spence. If I know you’re happy, truly happy, then I’m satisfied. I will defend you until the end of the universe comes. You are my best friend, and I love you. And I’m sorry I was never upfront about it before, but I am now.”

I look up at him as he stands in front of me. “I’m done hiding from you.”

He’s still for a moment. 

He reaches down and grabs my hands, pulling me up before he wraps his arms around my waist and buries himself into my neck. 

I pause, but only for a moment, before wrapping my arms around him and holding him tight against me. 

I can feel the wet spots on my neck as he cries, and his hands wind themselves into the fabric of my shirt.

When was the last time he was held like this?

I don’t count the time until he loosens his grip, stepping back from me and wiping his face. 

I would hold him until the end of time if he let me.

“Thank you.” He whispers, before moving towards the door. 

He opens it and walks out, and I grab my phone, running after him.

I stop in the doorway. 

“Hey!” 

He stops and turns, and the rest of the team is watching over their files. 

My heart is pounding, and I feel out of breath.

“I don’t have a choice,” I let him remember. “But I still choose you.”

A small smile flutters across his face, before he turns and walks away.

I look down at my phone.

Spence xp

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