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sukunas-wife · 10 months ago

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you could do something where sukuna and yuji team up to protect their mom/wife when a person is bothering or harassing her, they love her so much that they won't let someone hurt her 🥹💗

Leave Mama Kuna alone 😔

Old Day, because no one was brave enough to confront Sukuna for murder.

Warnings? Murder, in red text a man attempted to force himself on reader, Gore, Blood

It didn't take much to upset Sukuna, he was always looking for a reason to snap at someone and end a life. Sadly his son Yuji was a cock block for murder, and it irked him that he basically had to shake and rile his son up to get angry and then he’d just flat line and “but why don’t we-“ They didn’t agree to often on why a man should die- but in this case they were all agreeing. “Get him daddy!” Yuji yelled, pointing his chubby finger at a man maybe in his early Twenties who had been talking to you while you were trying to pick out Snacks for Yuji. He had wandered off after passing a candy stand and usually you’d send a maid or help to get the necessities but today you wanted to take Yuji out to walk and play and hopefully learn some self preservation, Sukuna, well he was feared and he just wanted to come along to make sure no idiot would try to disrespect you. “Listen, I’m just trying to get some things for my son. Leave while you still can and maybe my husband will let you live.” You smiled nodding at the man who scoffed “Your husband? What is he? a Mercenary? What’s he gonna do to kill me? That’s probably a lie you probably don’t even have a so-” you sighed turning away when Sukuna lifted the man by the neck with one hand twisting him around to face him, “No, I’m your God,” his stare darkened “but I’m not so merciful.” There stood Yuji by his dads leg, “Yeah! You deserve no mercy! That’s my mom you were disrespecting!… Idiot!” You tried not to laugh at Yuji’s extra words and went back to paying the scared vendor for the snacks you had picked out. By the time you looked back the guy was laid out on the floor bloody and probably just barely clinging to life, head being pressed into the dirt being grinded on by Sukuna’s large foot. Yuji was swinging away on his ribs and stomach, for a 7 year old his hits were surprisingly solid.

As the day progressed you had managed to convince Sukuna to have lunch despite the fact he didn’t eat human food. But he watched as Yuji sat beside him slurping away at noodles and his rice topped with diced meat, “Boy’s more human than curse.” Was all Sukuna said when Yuji looked up at him, noodles hanging out his mouth before he slurped them up smiling. “Daddy I gotta Pee.” Sukuna sighed standing up out of the booth, “then go.” “…go with me?” Yuji looked up at his dead with pleading eyes before Sukuna groaned and motioned for him to go, “Fine.” Sukuna was waiting outside the bathroom when he heard a trio, two men and one woman. “That's her isn’t it? She’s the Deity at the Shrine house isn’t she?” One man asked the girl. She just shrugged, “Yeah but I don’t see what’s so special about her? So she had some big curses kid, her body’s probably trashed or something.” “Shut up Kaguya, you're probably just jealous, any man would give anything to lay that woman in their bed. If I had a chance I’d get her pregnant too, look at her, I’d do anything to pull her robes off.” The second guy spoke up, “That’s sick man, she has a husband and kid, Yeah she’s pretty but she’s literally a deity, have some respect.” Kaguya interrupted “She’s probably a slut and maid who just had sex with him and got lucky she got pregnant, she’d probably spread her legs for anyone if they offered a comfortable lif-“ Sukuna’s hands were bloody, in a matter of seconds he had ripped th hearts out of the first man and the girls chest. It hadn't been processed as they managed to look up his blood covered hands. The smirk on his face was sinister and became worse when the second man looked up at him in fear, struggling to scream. He shoved the man’s friend's heart into his mouth like a gag, leaning down with a threatening voice “You’d do best to keep your mouth shut.”

Yuji and you had wandered off from Sukuna when he became surrounded by people bearing gifts to honour him. He was annoyed and even more when he turned to realise both you and Yuji had left his side. You were taking Yuji with you to the shrine house the people had built for you. The eunuchs at the entrance greeted you, stopping to ask if Yuji would be entering with you, which caused him to hold onto the side of your robes and sleeve, you put your hand on his shoulder comforting him, “Yes, this is my son after all.” Entering the shrine, you made your way all the way to the back where you would sit and wait before the doors would open to the public. Yuji was walking around the room looking around until he stopped. You had a wall where all the drawings he’d ever given you while leaving the palace had been framed because “I don wan you to forget me” A young girl came into the room shocked that Yuji was there until you cleared your throat, “oh! Forgive me Lady Y/n, I didn’t know you would be here today.” You waved a hand of dismissal. “I didn’t expect to be here either, but I thought Yuji,” you looked at him, he was staring at the girl in the door, slowly walking to you, his eyes never left her face. He looked serious, a face his dad often wore when something was wrong and he was watching it play out or when he was lost in thought. He turned away from you leaning against your lap standing between you and the girl. “Who the hell is she?” He sounded like a younger version of his dad with his demanding tone and dead stare, his curse word caught you off guard. You tried to form words stopping when you couldn’t, “she’s a servant who works here Yu, what’s wrong?” You leaned trying to get a look at his face, but he wouldn’t turn to look at you, he had his target. The girl became uncomfortable under his stare, “well, him Lady y/n there was an expecting mother who came by begging for a miracle.. the details shouldn’t be explained in front of such a young boy or boy at all really but-“ you held up your hand silencing her. “Bring her into the main room. I'll be out in a minute. I just need to make sure Yuji will be okay here for a few minutes.” She bowed, closing the door, Yuji turned to look at you and he seemed visibly at ease, “Yu.. what’s wrong?” He looked at the door, “She’s funny.. in a bad way..” you didn’t know how to answer. “Alright, I’ll remember that then.” You stood up, setting him on your chair and kneeling in front of him, “Will you be okay here? Alone for a short bit?” He shook his head no while kicking his feet, “Don’t leave me.”

That’s how you ended up with Yuji following quietly behind you when you made your way through the hallways to the main room. He got distracted stopping for a moment to look at a picture, the end of the hallway split two ways. There was a painting of Sukuna holding newborn Yuji, he looked so serious in the painting, when you told Sukuna you wanted it for your shrine he refused to smile saying it wouldn’t look good in the public eye or something along those words. Yuji was pulled out of his day dream when he heard you scream, he ran trying to find you. He froze seeing a man cornering you in the hallway, you were fighting him off the best you could but you couldn’t only do so much against a half curse half man that was attempting to measure up to Sukuna. He was far off from even touching the hem of Ryomen’s robes, but he was an entitled arrogant bastard. When the servant girl came, Yuji saw how she smiled at the scene. Yuji ran in blind, jumping and climbing the man’s back, wrapping his arms around his neck and biting into his shoulder. The man screamed and tried to pull Yuji free. He couldn’t do it alone so the servant girl tried, you fought harder when you saw how she was shaking him around. You broke free from the man's grip pulling Yuji free from her before rushing screaming for Sukuna, all the eunuchs wouldn’t be able to help you. The man grabbed your robes and Yuji fell from your arms, he watched his man lift you by the front of your robes and your hands, nails were digging into his wrist.

Why don’t you use your technique mom!? DO SOMETHING! dads not he- “Domain Expansion” the room went black, there was the sound of a drip and everything was dark, it felt hard to breathe, “Cleave.” Your eyes widened before you shoved the man off of you. You heard the squelch and thud of a body, and the crashing and cracking of the walls to your shrine being torn apart. Turning to look you saw Yuji, his hand sign was opposite his fathers, but he looked livid. His face was covered in markings mirroring his fathers more human form. You wanted to say something, but you turned to the gaping wall. The Cursed man was laying in the dusty street, he was sliced deeply but not fatally. The servant didn’t stand a chance. She was sliced finely for betrayal. Watching a crowd gather you pulled Yuji with you to see if the cursed man was alive. He was laying there, unfocused, he saw you and yelled “ILL FUCKING KILL YOU AND YOUR DAMN CHILD I AM THE ONE DESTINED FOR GREAT I WILL BE THE KING OF CURSES YOU BOTH WILL DIE AT MY HANDS,” before forcing himself up, chest, arms, and waist crossed with deep gashes.

He tried to lift his hands only to realise they weren’t there, his arms were gone. Yuji was mad that a man would try to take advantage of his mother, but as long as his father wasn’t there he would be there, but for now, a low chuckled rumbled behind the man, “You’ll need your hands to even think about laying them on my wife and son.” Sukuna wrapped his arm around the man from behind, large hand squeezing his neck, a low grumble, “You aren’t strong, you’re a fool and your brain is a pile of shit. You deserve only the worst death, but I’m having a little fun here so I’ll make this slow and painful.” Uraume approached Sukuna holding out his staff. Sukuna stabbed it into the ground piercing the man on the pointed edges, letting him sink down until it pierced through his chest. There the cursed man screamed and no matter how much he squirmed and begged for mercy Sukuna would push him down further. The man begged for mercy, for him to stop, “Did you listen to my wife when she asked you to stop?” He took the man’s jaw in his hand forcing him to look up at him, the pressure slowly fracturing his jaw as he shook his head no trying to profusely apologise. Sukunas nails dug into his face before he let go, “Did you have mercy on my wife when you grabbed her like this?” His large hand crushed the man's throat, nails digging into his skin, blood flowing, “WHEN MY WIFE TRIED TO PUSH YOU AWAY DID YOU WALK AWAY? NO YOU TRIED TO TOUCH HER LIKE THIS.” Sukuna placed his hand on the man’s chest, “dishonourable actions will be paid for with blood.” The crowd was watching when Sukuna drove his hand into the man’s chest squeezing his heart in his chest, the man screamed and gurgled as he spat up blood. Sukuna ripped out his heart throwing it on the ground and ripping off his head crushing his skull in his head, “Let this be a warning to every human in the vicinity, in this city in the existence of this time, that any man or woman who would act to lift a hand against my child or wife, your blood will be spilled to atone your sins.”

The crowd quickly cleared out and Sukuna turned to you, Yuji still had the markings on his face, his eyes were red. Sukuna nodded, holding an arm out to you. Pushing Yuji ahead of you, you started to tear up, hugging your husband’s side. Yuji was hugging your side. “Ryo-“ he shushed you using a hand to press your face against his chest. Burying your face against his hot skin your body wanted to tremble while you cried into the comforting of your husband but his presence was reassuring as surprising as it might sound. He rubbed his warm hand up and down your back “I’m here now.” He rested his chin on top of your head, he looked down at Yuji pulling him into his other side ruffling his hair. “You did good kid.” Yuji still looked serious before he leaned into his dads side with a slight smile. He went over to hug you, you took hold of him and he didn’t let go until you stopped sniffling. He smiled up at you, puffy eyes and red cheeks, Sukuna snickered, pinching your cheek making a joke, Yuji’s bright smile didn’t falter, “I still think you’re pretty.” Your sudden laugh made your husband and son laugh. Kneeling down you pinched both of Yuji’s cheeks lightly as he laughed, before cupping his face in both hands bringing him close to kiss both of cheeks and forehead calling him “My Little Protector.” He smiled with pride before you got up smiling at Sukuna, he sides eyed you before sighing leaning to the side giving you his face, “and my big hero.” Cupping his face you brought him into a kiss and he smirked against your lips when Yuji let out a loud “eeeewwww”

“Cmon Yu,” you held your hand out to him and he took it happily walking while holding your hand, “I’ll be stronger next time!”

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yawnderu · 8 months ago

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The way you write Ghost. Oh my gosh I could kiss your brain!!!

Your Ghost(s) give me “my body is a weapon, yours is a temple because you keep me safe” but also Uno Reverse Card to the point where reader can be like “Ghost’s body is a temple because he keeps me safe, I’ll be the weapon when he needs to be protected”

Probably didn’t make sense but I always love rereading everything you put out 141 related. Thank you for sharing your work Stray!

It's no secret that soldiers and veterans are rarely seen as much once they're back home, and Simon Riley isn't an exception. Forced to live a second life and being unable to talk much about his accomplishments, most people think he's simply another soldier— another hitman for the fuckin' Queen, rather than the hero he is.

There's something oddly charming about Simon's little wife, willing to fight tooth and nail to defend his honor even when he's perfectly capable of defending himself, and yet he lets you. With a soft gaze and an even more tender heart, Simon listens to you arguing with anyone daring enough to talk ill of him. He soaks in the indirect praise you give him, his bravery, his skills, his quick thinking— how he's both brain and brawn.

Simon is death's instrument, and yet you have no problems treating his body as a temple, knowing that he'll keep you safe no matter what. It hurts when people see him as too rough around the edges, too brooding, too broken. And maybe he is all of that, but he's also brave, loving, loyal, kind.

There's a lot more than what meets the eye, so many layers to who Simon truly is, layers that even after years, you haven't finished peeling, yet you still defend his honor like your life depends on it, because he deserves it. He deserves having someone sticking up for him, the fact that his wife is that person only makes it even more charming for him.

Ahhhh thank you so much love!! I appreciate that A LOT🥹🥹💗💗💗

#stray answers #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley fanfic #simon riley headcanons #ghost simon riley #simon riley cod #ghost x female reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n

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luneemeritus · 3 months ago

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Angel Dust love/appreciation post

With all the horrendous negativity sorrounding Angel Dust these days, I decided to make a post dedicated to love and appreciate him. It's 2024 and we still need to defend victims. It's like we moved backwards, specially considering that most individuals that hate Angel for... some reason? Call themselfs progressists. Lmao. What a sick joke. But let's foccus on what's good: Angel.

• Angel was willing to have sex with Alastor only to help Charlie. He doesnt like Alastor, he thinks Al is creepy and untrustworthy, and if he filmed himself having sex with Al, he would piss off Valentino (doing work "without his permission" to help someone Val heavily dislikes, after all, Charlie is helping him). So Angel was putting himself in danger and willing to fuck the stinky deer bastard just to help Charlie. HE LOVES HER SO MUCH, I CANT.

• Angel is so protective. He is so brave, he tried everything he could to keep Charlie away from Val, even yelling at her because her safety is more important for him. He grabbed Niffty like a baby to protect her from the loansharkers that were chasing Mimzy, he took the knife out of Niffty's hand, he stood up against Val to defend Niffty, and, unlike Charlie, she wasnt very close to him. But he just cares so much about his friends. It's so beautiful.

• The whole scene when Angel tells Val to fuck off. Just this. It's so fucking satisfying to see Angel being so strong and brave. Of course he will need help eventually, no one can be strong forever, but still. I'm so proud of him.

• Angel rejects Cherri's offer (drug) without shaming her or considering her less of a friend. He still loves her, supports her and is always there for her no matter what ❤️

• He didnt only stayed in the Hotel even after knowing Adam would target them first, he was also so invested in fighting back and protecting the Hotel. What a good boy 🥹

• When Vaggie throw him along with Pentious, he didnt ran away nor left Pentious to die alone (considering how both him and Vaggie were not trusting him), he fought back, protected Pentious and supported him after they were safe. And keep in mind that Pentious was both working for the Vees AND slutshamed Angel. But Angel didnt hold grudge (honestly he's better than me, my petty ass would be 100% pettier)

• The simple fact that Angel opened up to Husk was an act of strenght. This was so hard for him. The facade "helped" him to stay "untouched" and "safe" from humiliation, but it only made him self destruct. Letting go of that facade and ADMITING that he needs help is so, so hard. But he did it. Angel I love you

• The way he was so heartbroken by Pentious's death 🥺💔 "you did good, buddy" HEEELLPPP

• His protectiveness is beyond his friends, he saved the little egg boy in the cuntiest way possible, he's so fucking kind and brave, HE SLAYED.... (literally)

• As some people love to point Angel's past in the mafia (I mean, their ASSUMPTIONS on what Angel's mafia past was lol) to prove that "he is such a terrible person", I'd love to point out how he's terrified and disgusted by cruelty (Alastor's, Val's, Adam's) and only uses to violence when he needs to defend himself. From the men that wanted to drug and assault him in EP4, defending their territorry from Pentious in the pilot, defending the Hotel from literally every danger, from the mob that wanted to kill him in that very old pre-pilot comic. In conclusion, he is not a cruel person.

• And still speaking of that topic: he can handle himself. And that's fantastic. Every single time he used a gun, he ate 💅

• CHARLIE GRABBED HIS HAND IN THE FINALE 😭😭😭 it's so beautiful I love theeeemmm

• And of course, he stopped acting inapropriately towards Husk because he understood what he was doing is wrong. His haters are unable to see how much Angel improves himself, but it's not easy to let go of a problematic behaviour when called out. Angel I love you so much

• The way he was chasing Fat Nuggets when the Hotel was destroyed 🥺🥺🥺 such a wonderful pet dad ❤️

• There are different interpretations for Angel's reaction when Husk tells him "I guess you have changed", but I just love how he doesnt take pride or talks about himself, because that was not his priority. He wanted to foccus on living, helping and supporting his friends, spending his time wisely with people he cared about. I love you Angel

• Angel is unapologetically feminine, sensual, free and queer. This is awesome. He would be the best freak at Pride Parades. Be like Angel, be unapologetically yourself, live freely.

Now just look at cute pictures of this patootie

He's so pretty. I love him. Thanks for reading. Live laugh love Angel Dust

#angel dust #hazbin hotel #we shall never tolerate angie slander #huskerdust #husk you're so lucky #take good care of this boy #please #vivziepop #tw: abuse #tw: valentino

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skyeslittlecorner · 9 months ago

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Omg loveeee your works and the smol kings 😍 Can I have some more plssssss 🥺 Like MC teasing them for being so little (poke and bite those cheeks... 👉👈), then carrying them in their hands for cuddles or some kissie and huggie 🥹🥹🥹 Or any other fluff stuff too!!!!!

Ahhh they're just too precious 🥺 Nobles move aside, it's time to take care of these rascals personally. Little, lovable rascals. The more I see them like this, the more I hope that PB will take the opportunity and turn them into kids one day. Even for a moment. Let me hold and cuddle baby Satan pleeeaseee 🙏🙏

PS. I swear it supposed to be fluff BUT Levi said noooo who need fluff when we can have ✨trauma✨. He doesn't cooperate even in fanfics.

Satan

Remember how Sitri was worried about whether it was good idea to show Satan to people of Gehenna? You found out how wrong he was as soon as the other kids appeared on the horizon. Satan's gaze was glued to them. Silenced by the Paimon’s bubble gum, tearing the teddy bears brought by Leraye, didn't even pay attention to the nobles, he just grabbed your hand and pointed towards the group of kids with sticks.

"Over there! Let’s go!"

You were alone with him for a while, but it wouldn't hurt if you two went out to play, right? He didn't need the nobles' presence. But you? You were supposed to sit with him and the kids. When Satan took a stick they were pretending is a gun, you expected to get one too. Instead, he stood in front of you and stated seriously:

“You're my queen, you don't fight! I'm fighting for you.”

He looked so cute that you burst out laughing and pinched his fluffy cheek. He groaned and pushed your hand away.

"No! You can't! You don't do that to warriors!”

“Then protect me bravely, my king.”

You moved away to a safe distance so as not to accidentally get hit by a piece of bark or a bullet of the mud. Two women who stood a little further away, apparently the mothers of some kids from group, invited you to join them.

“I didn't know you had children, he looks so sweet…”

“He's really strong! Just like his majesty Satan. Incredible”

You watched tenderly as the little ones rolled in the dust and puddles. Kids. You had to explain everything to the women, but maybe not yet. A family with him… The very idea melted you inside. More and more often you wondered if you really wanted to come back to Earth.

Mammon

You were gone for fifteen minutes at most. It took you a moment of wandering around the gallery to find the bathroom, and then an even longer moment not to get lost in the bathroom itself (why was a sauna there?). As you returned to the alley where you left the nobles with the little king, you heard howling. You had a bad feeling. They were confirmed when you turned between the shelves and a scene straight from Dante's Inferno appeared before your eyes.

Bimet was crouching and waving toy cars, Eligos was swinging a gold-plated candy bar, and Mammon was sitting on the floor and crying. Valefor was the only one who looked conscious, with the phone to his ear.

“There you are,” he smiled with relief as you came closer in your stupor. “I tried to call you. His Majesty… You see what happened as soon as you left us.”

Bimet narrowed his eyes and huffed.

“Come here and fix it.”

You didn't even feel like making fun of them because this sobbing was tearing your heart apart. Mammon was really tiny as a child. You knelt down and gathered him in your arms, his slim body clinging to you with all his frail strength. He calmed down, but only a little.

“Here, here. Everything's fine. What happened?"

“I found… something… for you.” His voice was interrupted by hiccups. "But you were not there…"

You kissed the top of his head, between the curled horns. His head sometimes tilted to the left, where the heavier horn was.

“Shhh, I won't leave you anymore.”

“You promise?”

You nodded, and the kid smiled through his tears. He sniffed and pressed a candy bracelet into your hand. When he grabbed your hand, you felt that he still had some of his adult strength in him. From now on, you were forbidden to leave his side.

Beelzebub

You spent the entire day running back and forth around Avisos after the little king who refused to sit still. You thought your legs were going to fall off. When you were sitting on the couch in the office and the little boy was falling asleep on your lap, you realized that you simply went about it wrong. It was a better idea to take him to the feast immediately. It's true that he ate three pubs, but this bill was nothing compared to his usual conquests. He lay curled up, his head in your lap, holding your hand.

“My tummy hurts.”

Bael, although he took pity enough not to rush him to work, still preferred to have you both with him, in the office.

“So you didn't have to eat that much?”

“I am the king of gluttony.”

“You're a little worm, Beel. This is how you end up mixing newt eyes with Eastern European moonshine. Next time you'll think about what you're cooking."

He was answered by a childish grumble, as Beel squeezed your hand tighter.

“Don't listen to Bael, he's stupid. It tasted so nice…”

"I heard it."

"He worries about you." You stroked the blond hair that you had already braided.

Beel wanted to talk to you again, take you somewhere, but you saw that his eyes were closing completely. You laid down on the couch and let him snuggle against your chest.

Bael just glanced at you, but soon you were both asleep. He sighed and covered you with the blanket, and now that Beelzebub was asleep, he could stroke his hair a little too. Stupid... but he's still his king. And a friend, after all.

Leviathan

Young Levi was even quieter than usual, and much, much more fearful. He didn't want to have anything to do with anyone. He hid in corners and nooks, and the fact that he was tiny didn't help. You knew that the invisible Foras was watching over him, but that didn't calm you down. A gift for this child came to your mind, when you saw that all the pens were missing from the desk.

You found Levi hidden behind his coffin, with a stack of notes scattered around. All the drawings were black, gloomy and hastily sketched.

“Leviathan?”

He started like a frightened deer ready to run away.

“Don't go, please… it's me. It's just me. I have something for you."

He didn't back down, but he didn't invite you in either. Still, you sat down across from him and placed a new pack of colored pencils next to drawings. He looked at them, his small lips quivering as if he were holding back tears.

“I don't want them.”

"Why?"

“It wasn't… it wasn't colorful there.”

His drawings made it all too clear to you what he was thinking. You saw the castle of Hades and the spindly Levi himself. You could tell by the horns. But other children, with broken horns, with bandages...

“They want you to be happy.” You reached out and wiped away the tears that ran down his pale cheeks. Little fists rubbed eyes in anger. Tears came to your own eyes as you looked at his silent pain.

Leviathan himself must have felt terrified, because he stood up and staggered closer. Trembling fingers grabbed your sleeve. A piercing sob hit you straight in the heart. All you could do was cradle him in your arms.

You took a new piece of paper, the brightest color you could find, and started to draw. You gently stroked the shaking shoulders and only picked up the paper when you finished.

"Look here."

Your artistic skills left much to be desired, especially that you didn’t draw with your leading hand, because thi one was holding a crying child. The picture of Levi with his nobles and, above all, you, was bursting with colors. Foras must have had a lot of fun seeing this, but you had to swallow your pride.

“It's nasty.” Levi commented through tears. “And Glasyal looks like he has a hump. That's not how it should look."

But you managed to distract him. Now, until he fell asleep in your arms, little Leviathan never left your side.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb mammon #whb leviathan #skye's little talk

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deathsweetblossoms · 8 months ago

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The Prisoners Throne thoughts

Spoilers beneath cut! Heads up for a critical review but a positive Jurdan review 😂

Also did anyone catch the Roiben and Kaye mention? It was subtle but it was there..

I’m a little all over the place with my initial thoughts on the whole thing, but here are my main takeaways:

The pacing was weak, especially in the build up (or lack of build up) to Oak’s discovery of The Ghost being the main poisoner of his mother. In the span of two chapters, Oak goes from incandescent rage towards Ghost and his sisters/family, to then processing all of that because of the Ghost’s death?

My issue here is we never really saw Oak talking to his family despite his POV lamenting that they avoid uncomfortable topics. He’s right. They do. And so I would’ve liked for a genuine heart to heart.

On the topic of the Ghost’s death — what the fuck? Also incredibly weak. We didn’t spend enough time getting to know Garrett for that death to be impactful in any way (unless you are me and you’ve been crushing on the Ghost for years). The attitude around the entire thing was so blasé that I genuinely thought he was going to be brought back to life in a few pages.. I just don’t understand what Holly was trying to do here.

Overall this probably needed to be a trilogy so she could develop more of these ideas, because even the romance with Oak and Suren felt a little off kilter to me.

Otherwise, every Jurdan scene was incredible. Cardan, despite his few appearances, carried this whole book on his back for me. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE OAK. The tragedy of his upbringing, the way he was supposed to have a happy childhood but was turned into a monster by Madoc is so bittersweet.

I think the abdication of being heir was solved a little too easily? But it did leave the door open for some speculation about a Jurdan baby 👀

I was right about the political problem being about the Undersea and I’m really wondering if she’s going to write that from Jurdan POV or from Nicasia.. so that’s exciting!

I wish we had more *Elfhame* in this book. Where was the magic of TCP? I just felt something was lacking and I can’t put my finger on what.

Suren having a rebirth moment like Cardan only adds to my criticism that Oak/Suren has too many similarities to Jurdan that I wish had been avoided — BUT. I love the imagery of it and I’m happy our monster girl got the happy ending she deserves.

A lot of these Cardan moments had me going absolutely insane — him protecting Jude? Him playing with Leander? Oak pointing out that Cardan is brave and picked up a sword to fight in the end as well? Omg!!

How do I feel? Weird. I’m NGL, I feel kind of strange about this book. Perhaps I need to reread the duology or the entire series.

Some other odd things I noticed:

Lady Asha is still alive and kicking it at court? Lol.

Oak thought Taryn was the kind hearted sister who wanted a gentler world

The amount of dead deer imagery (the deer heart in the Citadel, the dead deer on Madoc’s clothes) that made Oak feel ill at ease was equal parts cute and sad LOL. My sweet hoof boy 🥹

The removal of Valerian’s curse and the confirmation that there was, in fact, a curse. What does this mean for Jude going forward?

#the prisoners throne #jurdan #the folk of the air #tfota #oak greenbriar #the prisoners throne spoilers

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luminouslywriting · 6 months ago

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Heeyyy so I saw that you had a scary surgery?? Ur so brave and get better soon!

I was wondering if maybe you could do a pregnancy HC with any of the BOB boys?? :)

Nonny, you are so sweet 🥹🥹 thank you!! And yes, I’d love to do this one for you! Reminder that my requests are open and I don’t mind spam! More below the cut, cut for length, light spice sprinkled in:

Dick Winters:

-He’s absolutely thrilled to be a father. The minute that you tell him about it, he’s practically giddy like a little kid haha. -A family is always something that he’s wanted and settling down is honestly a dream to him. Especially with you! -Winters thinks that you’re even more perfect pregnant and definitely gets even more of a praise kink during pregnancy. Service top who???

-Doesn’t coddle you but definitely spoils you a little bit and tries to make sure that you have everything you need/want so that things go smoothly. -Loves getting to talk baby names with you and gets really into your self care routine while pregnant. -Probably cries the first time he holds the baby.

Lewis Nixon:

-A wreck. I’m sorry, there’s just no way that this man is NOT panicking about you having a kid bc he feels like he’s already messed things up before and doesn’t want to do that again. -Might need a little bit of space initially to figure out his feelings and pull himself together. But then once he does, he’s all in. I’m talking going to doctors appointments with you, doing additional reading, and researching best ways to cure morning sickness type of guy. -Send him out for cravings, he likes to feel useful while you’re growing a baby haha. -Waxes poetic about the ability to grow life inside of you and pretty much views you as the center of his universe from this point onwards. -Absolutely has sympathy labor pains, I can’t explain that one at all

-Does not let you lift anything heavy or do anything strenuous the entire time you’re pregnant.

Ronald Speirs:

-Gets this really soft expression the minute he hears the news from you and is almost scared of the thought—but he’s ready and he’s super tender about things. -Definitely develops a breeding kink during this time and is so attentive to anything that will help you feel better, including orgasms. -Shows up one day from work with just a TON of baby stuff and maternity that he’s splurged on because he wants you to feel loved and special

-Loves holding you at nighttime and definitely will never admit this, but he talks to the baby and has so many plans

-Foot massages from him and he’ll try to hold the baby weight for you by holding up your stomach once the pregnancy progresses

-Is so protective and lets a few tears shed when the baby is born—he never left your side the entire time. His love for you has multiplied exponentially.

Buck Compton:

-Is the type of man to laugh excitedly and pull you into a fierce kiss that sweeps you off of your feet

-He’s immediately voting on a little boy and starts referring to the baby as Junior. -Is very attentive to you and wants to put the entire nursery together himself. Gets pretty far in the process too! The paint job could be better, but that’s okay! -Likes sharing showers with you and lotions your stomach afterwards with a sweet kiss to the swell of the belly. -But he also lays awake pretty anxious about being a dad and not being the same as he used to be. He wants this kid’s life to be absolutely perfect. -Gets sweetly emotional throughout the pregnancy milestones, including the baby kicking and the first time he hears a heartbeat.

Carwood Lipton:

-The grin on this man’s face will never be matched. He’s so thrilled and so excited about it! -He definitely treats you like precious cargo from there on out; a hand over your stomach when you’re walking in public, a hand in yours during drives, he’s constantly watching out for you. -Loves the way that your body changes and grows to accommodate the baby and thinks that stretch marks are sexy. BODY PRAISE KINK maxed haha. -Very into compliments and he wants you to know how much he loves you each and every day. -He is already good with kids and so he practices by babysitting his nieces and nephews. Watching him with kids is probably a turn on tbh. -Gets oddly into cooking since you’re tired and comes up with the best craving dishes at your request.

Joseph Liebgott:

-Shocked, bamboozled, shooketh, and the softest dumb smile on his face when you tell him. Asks you a million questions immediately following. -This is also followed by the sweetest sex wherein he praises and serviced you to the point of you literally falling asleep haha. -Literally tells everyone he knows because he’s so excited about the entire thing! -Is taking bets with the men in easy on the gender of the baby (he thinks girl haha)

-Also develops a lactation kink during the midst of all of this lol

-Coaches you through labor with support and a hand hold that nearly broke his hand haha

Donald Malarkey:

-An excited soft bean who immediately kisses your stomach in excitement

-Wants to go shopping with you for ALL of the baby things immediately. Please explain that there’s a whole nine months of cooking to him. -Is literally in shock and amazement at the changes your body undergoes as he learns more and more about pregnancy. He is wowed by you and expresses this daily. -Literally the most gentle he has ever been while you’re pregnant and Lowkey a mother hen who doesn’t want you to fall or do anything like lift something heavy. -Probably has a ton of lullabies memorized from his own childhood and starts dusting them off immediately. -Is the most vocal support during labor and encourages you like your life depends on it.

Eugene Roe:

-A flurry of excitement, French words, and light kisses all over immediately

-He’s already ruminating on baby names and trying to imagine how things will go. That being said, he’s best for morning sickness and pregnancy bleh energy. -Knows a ton of wives’ tales about pregnancy and how to help with natural remedies, which he awaits to try out whenever you’re ready

-Bath sex together during this time

-He gets good at doing your hair for you when you’re feeling especially worn out or tired

-Is so soft and sweet the minute you go into labor and stays by your side until the entire thing is over. 10/10 a great dad.

Bill Guarnere:

-Has to blink several times and ask you to repeat it and make sure that he heard you correctly the first time. But once he’s sure, he’s the most excited person ever. -Calls everyone he knows to tell them the news….and he wants to name the baby after Joe Toye if it’s a boy. -Takes the mood swings with a grain of salt but will try all of your cravings with you. He likes a few of them as actual snacks haha. -Gets creative in figuring out positions for sex so that you can be more comfortable

-Sometimes gets nervous about being a dad and kinda retreats within himself. I promise that one good flash of skin will remind him that everything is fine. -Is a wreck during labor but super calm and chill the minute he gets to hold the baby.

Joe Toye:

-Immediately kisses you like you’re his last breath of air. If he was in love with you before, that’s nothing to how he feels now. -Has some insecurities about how he’s going to be a dad with his injury, so hype him up as a dad. -Does all of his own research on the growth of babies and pregnancy. Will recite these facts randomly to you during dinner. -Loved getting to lay with you at nighttime and just talk to you about the kid and all of the hopes and dreams you both have for them. -Probably acutely aware of the cost of pregnancy on your body and is so in awe…he wants more but definitely leaves that in your court since it’s your body. -Also really great with dealing w/ postpartum depression and understands in a different way than most men.

George Luz:

-Goes to make a joke, gets told you’re pregnant, and is rendered totally speechless. Congrats reader. You did that haha. -Immediately starts suggesting names for the baby and starts planning out a whole gaggle of kids on the spot. -Is extremely horny while you’re pregnant and his sex drive rivals yours tbh

-HYPE KING OF COMPLIMENTS and reassuring you that you’re perfect and not a swollen penguin. -Would definitely walk around with a watermelon to feel sympathy for you haha. -Is afraid he’s going to drop the baby but never would ☺️

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faetima · 4 months ago

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i absolutely love your hanahaki fics 😭

if you dont mind, can i request a hanahaki fic with xiao? he's my fav character and haven't seen any hanahaki fics with him in it 🥹🥹

thank you soooo much 🫶🫶🫶

𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. .

. .you don’t care about him, do you?

// tws ; little blood :3 ; gn reader ; modern & hanahaki au

a/n: i’m sorry this took so long </3 i hope you like it though!! i apologize for the lack of posts lately 💗

you didn’t care about last summer.

you didn’t care.

you had to keep reminding yourself that you. did. not. care.

after all, how would xiao getting together with someone affect you? you didn’t even like him! you just found him cute! he was probably a jerk anyways! why should you care?

but, if you didn’t care, why were you lying on the floor, coughing out bitter lavenders?

fuck. you would be lying if you said you didn’t like him. it was time to just face the truth already.

you loved him so, so much.

so much to the point your lungs were filled with lavender flowers.

they were dainty and soft.

they were ugly, they were so fucking stupid.

you wheezed out another batch of the stupid purple flowers, coughing. clumped pieces of lavender flopped onto your newly polished floor (you had just cleaned it yesterday!), leaving a trail of blood and mucus in their wake. they laid there lifelessly, resembling what you would be like in a year.

or month.

or week.

who knew how long the disease would take in taking over your lungs, filling them to the brim with lavender?

at this point, the only thing you knew was that your demise would come soon.

you gagged, the scent of lavender overwhelming you. you used to love lavenders, but of course this goddamn disease had to ruin everything for you, even your favorite fucking flowers.

as if ruining your life wasn’t enough.

you dry-heaved, flowers stuck in your throat. sobbing, you collapsed, breaths shallow and rapid.

why couldn’t this just end? why did you have to like xiao of all people?

you couldn’t find another if you wanted to. you had tried, yet nothing worked. your heart would always belong to him.

just being in his presence made you short-circuit. just looking at his silky, teal hair, at his amber eyes, at his porcelain skin, which could only be as delicate as which it were described as. just smelling the soft, sweet scent of almonds which came from him whenever you were close enough for it to waft your way.

god, you were pathetic.

even if you were brave enough to go up to him, you would and could never be with him.

he already had a girlfriend.

—

you hated her, and you didn’t even know why.

lumine was sweet to everyone. she had everything. she was kind, outgoing, hardworking, attractive, everything you wanted to be.

so why would you hate her for no reason?

maybe it was your jealousy talking, maybe it was because you were envious.

how could you not be? she was happy and healthy, she had already found the love of her life.

the love of your life.

fuck, you hated her.

—

maybe if the timing had been right, you could’ve been with xiao.

maybe you could’ve woken up to his voice every morning, could’ve been the one to run your fingers through his hair, been the one to kiss him, been the one to laugh at him getting flustered.

too bad you weren’t.

—

you didn’t want to close the door behind you.

you laid there on the cold, hard wooden tiles of your house’s floor, taking shallow and shaky inhales.

a pile of lavenders, clumped together by mucus and blood, laid besides you.

you coughed another batch, the flowers leaving a bitter aftertaste in your mouth.

you collapsed, heaving out more flowers.

you could barely breathe, lungs overflowing with lavender flowers.

maybe you should’ve cared about last summer?

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sarahjtv · 5 months ago

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My Hero Academia Chapter 425 Spoiler Talk

I'm enjoying writing about this stuff again, though I've got a headache going on, so I'll do the best I can for now. I might add in stuff later:

I'm very happy to see our Big 3 graduate finally! I was kinda worried Mirio wouldn't even graduate for a second, but I'm happy to see that he did and he gave a valedictorian-esque speech to everyone talking about rebuilding society so everyone can have a bright future like Sir Nighteye wanted. Ending his speech with a joke is such a Mirio Togata thing 😂. I'm going to miss that guy so much 🥹

Why are Deku and some other students just lying on the ground with their feet up like that btw? Did they run out of chairs or something? It's a weird, quirky little thing that's just there, I guess.

The narration mentions that it's June in the MHA universe now (Happy Pride, btw 🏳️‍🌈). So, if the War took place around April or May, then it's been at least 1 month since we last saw the kids at the hospital.

Our class 1-A is now officially Class 2-A! They're finally second years as they should have been. Everyone including Aizawa is alive, though saying they're well is debatable. Everyone is clearly still injured in some way, shape, or form. Most have several bandages and even Jiro looks like she has a prosthetic for her missing left earphone jack.

Quick note: I notice that Bakugo is actually wearing a tie with his uniform now. It's still not buttoned up, but you can tell that he's definitely softened a bit since the war. EDIT: Looking at it again, it might not be buttoned up because he has a cast holding his right arm, but it’s hard to tell from the scans.

Aoyama not wanting to return to UA is sad, but it makes sense. I'd argue that he earned his place there regardless of AFO's influence, but I can understand that he doesn't feel that way and wants to redeem himself and become a hero in his own way without being forced to betray his friends and teachers.

Replacing Aoyama will be Hitoshi Shinso! I think most of us predicted that Shinso would be joining Class 2-A, but I'm very happy to see that confirmed. It's going to be a bit of a weird start for him, but I think he'll get used to his new classmates quickly.

Another quick note: The second-year cloud girl, Fuwa Mitawa, is seen quite a bit in this chapter and her return is something Horikoshi promised many volumes ago, so I'm glad to see him keep that promise.

Those two first panels of Shouto make me so sad, y'all 😭... His hair is so messy and you can see bags under his eyes. It's hard to tell because of the leaks, but I don't know if there's even light left in his eyes. He looks so exhausted. What happened to Dabi, Endeavor, and the rest of his family? I have no doubt that he's been agonizing over them for god knows how long. I hate seeing him like this, honestly. He's my favorite character and deserves all the good in the world, especially after the harsh life he's been put through. I want to give Shouto all the hugs in the world 🩵.

I don't think Deku smiled at all this whole chapter btw. He tries to talk to Ochako at one point, but she interrupts him with a comment about his new haircut. He just looks sad this whole chapter. I bet he's still grieving and processing what happened. I need Izuku to open up to someone because he can't just bottle this up.

Then we have this mysterious man walking around a desolate town. We have absolutely no idea who this is, but apparently it isn't someone we know of. I want to say it's a grown-up Tenko Shimura somehow, but even that might be too farfetched.

Finally, there's Shouto and the Todorokis. Shouto reassures Deku that he's ok, but I bet my gatcha game currency that he's putting on a brave face because that final beautiful panel of him does not scream "I'm ok!" to me. If anything, I'm amazed Shouto doesn't look like he got any other permanent scars on his face at least.

It looks like Shouto is going to see his family at the hospital. Specifically Endeavor and what might be Dabi who's being kept alive in a big machine. It's hard to tell because the scans are so unclear, but I'm 90% sure that's Dabi in there. It's a miracle that man is alive given he was just a skeleton last we saw him. I'm 99% sure we're going to get a Hellish Todoroki Family Part 3 or something next chapter.

But, we won't see that until 3 weeks from now because we're officially on a 2-week break. There isn't a given reason why like Jujustu Kaisen got (Gege Akutami is sick, so he's taking 2-week break too), so I really hope Horikoshi is ok. It's either he's sick too or he needs time to think of the final chapters of MHA. Or both, that too. Regardless, any breaks given to Kohei Horikoshi to give him time to rest is ok with me. Just sucks for us as fans. Leaving us on THAT kind of a cliffhanger is just mean 😭

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yazthebookish · 10 months ago

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Lidia and Ruhn Bonus Chapter

Ruhn is down BAD for Lidia and I don't blame him.

She keeps her hair down now and wears casual clothes 🥹

He couldn't get enough of her. Even living together these past several weeks, working together most days in the Aux... he couldn't stop wanting her, needing her. It wasn't just her body, though. It was Lidia herself-her wit, her dry humor, her bravery and selflessness and compassion.

He's going to kill Flynn and Declan for interrupting his evening with Lidia.

Lidia pulled away, and for a moment, Ruhn let himself admire her. His mate. His brave, lovely, brilliant mate.

Stop being so damn sweet.

"There's, uh . . . a problem."

Ruhn gripped the phone so hard the plastic groaned.

"Is Rigelus back from the dead?"

"No."

"Then leave me the fuck alone." Ruhn hung up.

Don't be a cock block Flynn.

His phone rang again. Dec this time.

Ruhn growled deep in his throat and answered, "What."

"I really think you might want to check this out."

I love these two morons.

Lidia's hand stilled on the side of his neck. There was such love and joy and hope in her eyes that his breath stalled in his chest.

She smiled again, like she sensed that. She peered down at their linked hands. "I've been thinking that . .. I'd like to marry you."

Hnnnnnnghgghhh 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

She glared daggers at him. "Yes. I mean, we're mates, and I thought it might be—"

Ruhn kissed her deeply.

"I want to marry you," he said between kisses, nipping at her lips. "I want you to marry me. More than anything." She laughed again, and he swallowed the sound as he kissed her harder, deeper.

THEY ARE EVERYTHING!! They deserve to be happy after everything they've went through 😭

He was so busy trying to read her face that he didn't turn until she pointed into the garden. To where Flynn and Dec stood in suits, Bryce and Hunt grinning with them.

"Because I thought we'd get married right now."

Tears of joy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ruhn watched his mate— his wife—talking with her sons. That quiet, radiant joy glimmered from her.

Mate and WIFE 😭

Ruhn pulled Lidia a few feet farther into the garden, night crocuses glowing a deep amethyst at their feet. "Lidia, I don't have words for what tonight was. Is. What it means to me."

Her soft smile was a thing of remarkable beauty. "I was so nervous you'd say no."

He soft smile was a thing of remarkable beauty. I AM GETTING FLASHBACKS OF A WHOLE DIFFERENT BONUS CHAPTER TOO 😭❤️

"Your sister. She told me that if I proposed to you, you'd cry like a baby and say yes." Lidia cocked her head. "Which you did."

He did indeed cry like a baby, which made me love him even more 🥹

"I never got to dance with you in the garden at the Autumnal Equinox. Consider this my way of apologizing for bailing on you."

Ruhn kissed her-gently, lightly. "You do owe me for that, I guess."

Her arms twined around his neck, and as her body lined up against his, as they fell into the melody, everything else faded away.

Janet if only I could hug you right now.

"'I'm grateful, too," Lidia said quietly. "For all of it, good and bad. Because it brought me to you. It brought us to this—to right now."

What a chapter 🥹❤️

#hofas spoilers #yaz reads hofas

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mukkuruingly · 9 months ago

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OK after reading some fan reports, I'm did what I could to compile and summarize them all. So here it is...

THE KAMEN RIDER BLADE 20TH ANNIVERSARY LIVE SHOW (stage play): a summary

Screencaps of my summary in the cut below for Spoilers

- King got released somehow and starts causing havoc as well as stole some cards from BOARD (Tiger included)

- Steals Hajime's Mantis card and unseals him

- Hajime reunites with Tachibana and the narrator reveals that they have gotten along much better within 20 years (Hajime even apologized to Tachibana for the trouble)

- Hajime (in Joker form) and Tachibana fight King and Mantis. Mantis attacks Tachibana but was shielded by Hajime, and ends up getting sealed

- Also we get to hear Mantis talk for the first time and he's like disappointed that Hajime is holding back on being Joker during their newest flight but King just goes" lol anyway (interrupts their fight)"

- Mutsuki as Leangle then comes to help

- Turns out Mutsuki was in Tibet and works under Tachibana as a researcher

- Tachibana mentions his research is going well, then retreats as Mutsuki goes to take care of King

- Mutsuki then has to fight Tiger under King's control

- scene changes to Mantis Undead

- Kenzaki finally appears, immediately recognizes Hajime isn't present thru his Joker senses, and demands Mantis to tell him what happened to his friend

- THEY FIGHT and Kenzaki transforms to Blade

- (OP points out that even as a Joker Undead, Kenzaki still fights with precision as he does back then when he was human)

- Mantis then explains that there's someone else whos the one who unsealed King and is the mastermind of what's happening

- Mantis is defeated and Kenzaki seals him

- scene changes, returns to Mutsuki vs Tiger

- Tiger suddenly stops and reaches out to Mutsuki, trying to resist the brainwashing

- Mutsuki hears Shima's voice and takes Tiger back to him (regaining her sense before willingly being sealed again)

- He then faces King and finally transforms to his own King Form

- (OP notes that everyone was screaming and sobbing when this happened, same with Kenzaki's first appearance in the stage show where it's described that he has a Terrifying and Intimidating presence the moment he walks in from the Audience aisle and to the stage.... omg...)

- ANYWAY MUTSUKI OVERPOWERS KING and manages to retrieve Hajime's card

- Unfortunately Mutsuki can't take his King Form's power for too long and was quickly reverted to base Leangle

- Before King would attack Mutsuki, time immediately freezes

- Kenzaki arrives using the Scarab card!!!! And tells Mutsuki he's doing great so far 🥹🥹🥹🥹

- King moves again, and Kenzaki tells Mutsuki to unseal Hajime

- REUNION HAPPENING

- Hajime thanks Mutsuki (Which OP notes is rare to hear especially hearing him call Mutsuki by his first name instead of his Rider name)

- Mutsuki was told to retreat while Hajime and Kenzaki face King

- Hajime: I will not waste the feelings of my friends!

- YEAH HAJIME CONSIDERS MUTSUKI AND TACHIBANA AS HIS FRIENDS TOO 🥹🥹🥹

- THEY FIGHT KING

- OP: King then starts to sound like a conspiracy theorist (regarding the mastermind of their unsealing) before being defeated and sealed

- Kenzaki wonders what King meant and if it's related to them being Joker again (referencing THE ZI-O EPS)

- Before Kenzaki could leave Hajime, he was ambushed....

- SURPRISE it's *ANOTHER BLADE*

- Kenzaki worriedly thought it was Amane at first but Hajime quickly sensed Another Blade's presence is neither human or Undead

- Another Blade attacks and it was enough to cancel both Kenzaki's and Hajime's transformation reverting them back to their human form

- Another Blade says they will be the new embodiment of chaos and destruction, to which Hajime states he won't let them destroy the world

- Mutsuki and Tachibana finally reappears, and reuniting all 4 riders

- they're all happy to see each other... even Hajime is smiling 🥹

- All 4 transform and face Another Blade together

- BLADE BRAVE plays and the 4 riders reenact the poses in the opening theme yoooo

- there's a bit where Hajime would say the "I'LL BEAT YOU UP" line again from the original show and that got the audience to laugh fhfjdkk (how could you not tho 😂)

- gonna keep the climax brief but yeah it's the Big FIGHT scene

- Tachibana and Mutsuki manage to seal the remaining Undead

- then EVERYONE shifts to their King Form (and Wild Chalice) to stop Another Blade

- There's a lot of cool stage effects going on too

- Kenzaki makes the finishing blow after receiving three other cards from his friends

- I forgot to mention but only Kenzaki and Hajime remember everything that happened in Zi-O before the reset. Tachibana and Mutsuki are absolutely clueless and are lost when Hajime mentioned about it. And it's only now they learned about Another Blade's existence.

- Mutsuki brings up his worries about new enemies beyond what they know but Kenzaki reassures him it'll be alright and that they can handle it together

- Tachibana then tells Kenzaki that he's still finding a way to turn him back into a human which Kenzaki appreciates and thanks him (still showing his respect to him as his senior at work) 🥹🥹🥹

- Hajime then says he'll wait forever among the humans (OP notes his voice is gentler just like in the finale ep) to which Kenzaki replies that someday the battle will end for sure...

- ELEMENTS plays as the 4 raise their fists together just like in the 2nd OP 🥺

- Kenzaki leaves first disappearing behind the smoke

- Tachibana and Mutsuki leaves

- Hajime was the last to leave but also the slowest, as he lowers his head before making his exit from the stage

- While Hajime leaves, Kenzaki's silhouette in the smoke remains and he's facing Hajime's direction before completely disappearing (OP mentions the lighting used for the smoke is colored gold...... LIKE THE COLOR OF THE GINGKO LEAVES AT THE PARK DURING THE BENCH SCENE FHDJNFKLK)

- once everything is dark, two colored silhouettes appeared: red and blue

- the blue one confirms that the Battle Fight will resume as two Undeads are still active

- the red one then says that they'll continue to observe as they hope to restore harmony to the world

- though made vague in the stageshow, OP points out that these two are actually the final bosses from the Blade novel

- THE END

#Kamen Rider Blade #kamen rider #i am absolutely losing my mind about thid #im so glad i never changed my icon because blade will always be in my heart #what the heck why is Kamen rider blade #kenzaki and hajime ah #anyways enjoy gang and perish with me and other fellow fans

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youngsadlesbian · 4 months ago

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SIRIUS GIRL — marlene mckinnon.

pairing: marlene mckinnon x reader

summary: marlene mckinnon was the love of your life. but sometimes, lovers do not end up together.

a/n: i think it's the most angst and miserable thing i've ever written in my life, i'm sorry 🥹 i got carried away a bit and added more things than i would have liked, so in the end, this story was more about harry x reader than marlene x reader in a way. i didn't have much time to revise the story, so as english is not my first language, i apologize for any mistakes. hope u like it!

word count: 7,1k

warnings: angst, everyone dies cause jk rowling hates every single character, so many sadness and death and reader being a worried mom <3

Marlene McKinnon was the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts. It was not known for sure if it was because of her brown eyes that contrasted so well with her fair skin, or because of her blonde hair that had a unique cut that only suited her.

But she was Sirius's girl, your best friend since your first day at Hogwarts.

Your passion for Marlene was immediate. You clearly remembered watching her from the Gryffindor table, her striking figure appearing calm as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head. When you found out she was going to be your housemate for seven years, you knew it was her.

But you never had the courage to confess your passion. In fact, you didn't communicate much with her because you was always a complete mess when tried. No one noticed because you always knew how to disguise it very well.

Your years at Hogwarts were incredible. Your friendship with Sirius grew every year. You became friends with the Marauders and also an animagus, to help Remus with his transformations.

You were a beautiful black cat, nicknamed Kitty. Normally, you would lie in wait and run through the secret passages with Peter if something went wrong, to warn Dumbledore. It was a perfect disguise; Hogwarts was full of cats.

Just like your friendship with the Marauders, you've found someone just as amazing as Sirius: Lily Evans. You had known each other for years, sharing a dorm and studying together at times. But never to the point where have a connection. It was sudden and one of the best things that happened to you. Lily was smart, selfless and sensitive.

In your seventh year, everything changed when Sirius and Marlene suddenly started dating. You always knew how to hide your feelings well because you were very shy, but for the first time, Sirius noticed that your smile wasn't as sincere as it used to be.

"Hey, Kitty. Is everything okay?" Sirius asked one night after Quidditch practice. You were watching Marlene and Sirius laughing together from afar, your heart aching with every look.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Padfoot. I just have a lot on my mind with the exams and everything," you replied, trying to sound casual.

Sirius didn't look convinced, but he didn't insist. "Okay, but you know you can talk to me, right?"

You nodded, forcing a smile. "Of course, thank you, Padfoot."

Months passed, and you continued to hide your feelings, maintaining a brave facade while inside, your heart ached every time you saw Marlene and Sirius together. You buried yourself in your studies trying to distract yourself from the pain.

It didn't take long to realize that maybe finding someone to spend time with would be a good distraction. This is how your relationship with Emmeline Vance, a Ravenclaw student, began. Both with different reasons; she because she wanted a distraction from the pressure of school and parents, and you, because she wanted something to ease the pain.

Remus was the only one who didn't seem very happy when he found out about your relationship and at the time you didn't understand. But Remus always knew that you loved Marlene, even if in your head it was a secret to everyone.

Until your graduation, you were forced to create a facade that only disappeared in front of Emmeline, a witch smart enough to discover the truth. You spent countless nights lying in the astronomy tower, looking at the stars, you being comforted by Emmeline while you saw Sirius and Marlene in the distance returning from some walk.

You would feel more alone and miserable if it weren't for the constant presence of Remus, Lily and Emmeline, who wouldn't leave you alone for a single minute.

One of the happiest moments of your life, besides witnessing Lily and James' wedding, was being invited to be Harry's godmother months later.

It was a common visit to the Potter's house, where you would always bring a cake and Lily would prepare tea. It was colder than usual, so you wore something heavier and took off your coat as soon as the house felt cozy and warm, settling down on the couch next to Lily. "I've been talking to James and we've decided that there's no better person to be Harry's godmother than you. Of course, if you accept." You hugged Lily tightly and couldn't hold back your tears.

"Of course I do! That's amazing." Lowering yourself until you were at Lily's belly, you placed your mouth close and got a laugh from the witch. "Hey little Potter, I promise I'll be the best godmother in the world."

You needed to stay away from them as soon as the prophecy was revealed, as you were actively a member of the Order of the Phoenix and were not supposed to know where they were to avoid magic being used on you in case there was a confrontation and they discovered the Potters' location. You got some owls from Lily where she told you about smart little Harry and how he had your eyes and looked a lot like his dad.

Then, one afternoon in 1981, everything changed. You remembered sitting on the couch finishing reading Dorian Gray when a noise at the window scared you. It was Luna, Remus's owl. Luna was large, with an impressive wingspan that highlighted her majestic presence. Her plumage was mostly white, with scattered black markings that provided an elegant contrast, and she had expressive yellow eyes, reflecting a serene wisdom and keen perception, just like her owner. In Luna's beak there was a letter addressed to you, and due to the rush in writing you feared the worst.

But nothing would prepare you for Remus' words.

Kitty,

I hope this letter finds you well, despite the difficult circumstances that surround us. It is with a heavy heart that I write to inform you of terrible news. Marlene McKinnon and her entire family were brutally murdered by Death Eaters. Their loss is a devastating blow to us all and a painful reminder of the cruelty we have faced.

I need to speak to you urgently. There are important issues that we must discuss in person. Please meet me at the Hog's Head, I'm waiting for you. The situation is serious and your support is crucial at this time.

With regret and hope to see you soon,

Remus Lupin

No. You couldn't believe it.

You rushed out of your house, the shock and pain giving you frantic energy. You apparated straight to Hogsmeade and ran towards the Hog's Head. As entered the pub, the dark, smoky atmosphere barely registered in your mind; Your eyes searched for Remus, and he was there, sitting in the corner, with an expression of deep sadness.

“Remus,” you whispered, almost out of breath. He looked up and, upon seeing your devastated expression, immediately stood up to wrap you in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry, Kitty. I'm so sorry," he repeated, his voice hoarse with emotion.

You clung to him, the crying finally breaking through the barriers. "I...I can't believe it. Marlene... Her whole family... why?"

Remus sighed, rubbing your back comfortingly. "The Death Eaters are getting bolder and bolder. They are attacking anyone they see as a threat. Marlene was a strong and brave witch, as you know. She fought to the end, but... it wasn't enough."

You sobbed into Remus' shoulder, his every word digging into your heart like a blade. "She deserved so much more... they all did."

He continued to hold you, letting you cry, offering the silent comfort of his presence. After a while, he spoke again, his voice low and full of regret. "I knew this would be difficult for you. Marlene meant a lot to all of us, but especially to you."

You nodded, unable to speak, the weight of the loss crushing your chest. Remus stood there, unwavering, his invaluable support in this moment of pain.

Days passed in a whirlwind of sadness and grief. You could barely function, the loss of Marlene still fresh and painful. But then, the news that would come next would rock his world even more.

You were sitting at the small table in your kitchen, trying to drink some tea that Remus had insisted on making for you, when an owl brought another letter. This time, from Dumbledore.

With shaking hands, you opened the letter and read the words with dawning horror. Lily and James Potter were dead, handed over to a terrible fate by Sirius Black. And Harry, your godson, was now an orphan and you figured he would stay with the Dursleys.

Feeling a growing desperation, you hurried to get dressed and apparated to Little Whinging, Surrey. Finding Dumbledore before he left Harry with the Dursleys was his only priority now.

Arriving in the quiet neighborhood, you saw Dumbledore standing on the sidewalk, holding a small package of blankets with Harry inside. He looked surprised as you approached, your breathing quickening with panic and excitement.

“Dumbledore, please,” you began, voice shaky. "Don't leave Harry with the Dursleys. Let me have him. He's my godson, and… I need to look after him."

Dumbledore looked at you with a sad and compassionate look. "I understand your wish, my dear, but Harry will be safe here with the Dursleys. There are ancient protections that can only be activated by blood. He will be safe here, even if it is not the most loving place."

“But… they won’t love him like I do,” you argued, tears streaming down your face. "He needs love, support, not just security."

Dumbledore sighed deeply, considering his words. He looked at little Harry in his arms, then at you. "Do you understand the magnitude of what you are asking? Caring for Harry will be an arduous and dangerous task. He needs someone who can protect him and guide him with love and wisdom."

“I understand,” you replied firmly, though your voice shook. "I promise I will look after him, protect him with my life. Please, Dumbledore, let me be that person for him."

Dumbledore studied you for a long moment before slowly nodding. "Very well. I see the sincerity in your eyes. Harry will need love and protection, and if you are willing to offer that, then he will stay with you."

He handed Harry to you, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of relief and concern. "Take good care of him. He is our future."

You held Harry tenderly, feeling the weight of responsibility and love grow in your heart. "I promise I will look after him, Dumbledore. With all my heart."

As Dumbledore disappeared into the darkness of the night, you looked down at little Harry in your arms, feeling a renewed determination. You would honor Lily and James' memory.

\-/

Years passed, and Harry grew up in a home full of love and care. You dedicated yourself entirely to him, ensuring he had a happy and safe childhood. He was a happy, curious and lively child, always eager to explore the world around him.

You remembered the precious moments you spent together: the nights when he asked you to read stories about wizards and witches before bed, the sunny afternoons in the garden where he ran and played with an infectious laugh, and the birthday parties you had you organized it with so much care, always making a point of creating unforgettable memories.

When Harry was old enough to understand, you started telling him about his parents. You chose a quiet day, when he was sitting on your lap, his green eyes shining with curiosity.

“Harry, there is something very important I need to tell you,” you began, stroking his dark hair. "Your parents, Lily and James, were incredible people. They loved you more than anything in this world and made a huge sacrifice to protect you."

Harry's eyes widened, taking in every word. "What happened to them?" he asked, his voice soft and full of innocence.

“Your parents were killed by a very dangerous dark wizard called Voldemort,” you explained, the pain still fresh in your heart. "They died to protect you, Harry. But their love for you was so strong that it saved you."

Harry was silent for a moment, processing the information. Then, he looked at you with a surprising maturity for his age. "I lost a mother and a father," he said slowly, "but I gained another mother, didn't I?"

Your heart sank and your eyes filled with tears. You hugged Harry tightly, feeling a deep love for the brave boy. "Yes, Harry. And I will always be here for you."

When Harry turned eleven, a very special event happened. One morning, while you were having breakfast, an owl sat on the window with a letter in its beak. Harry ran to catch it, his eyes shining with excitement.

"It's from Hogwarts!" he exclaimed, opening the letter with shaking hands. "I've been accepted! I'm going to Hogwarts!"

You smiled, happiness radiating from you. "I knew this day would come. I'm so proud of you, Harry."

Preparing for Hogwarts was a time of great excitement. You took Harry to Diagon Alley to buy all his school supplies. You walked together through the magical streets, exploring each store with curiosity and wonder.

At the Owl Emporium, Harry chose a white owl named Hedwig, who immediately cuddled up to his arm, creating an instant bond. At Ollivander's, Harry was delighted to find the perfect wand for him, a magical experience he would never forget.

"This is amazing!" Harry exclaimed, looking around with wide eyes. "I didn't know a place like this existed."

You smiled, happy to share this experience with him. "The wizarding world is full of wonders, Harry. And you will discover so many incredible things at Hogwarts."

The night before Harry left for Hogwarts, you sat next to him on the bed, holding his hands. "Harry, you're starting a new adventure. Remember, your parents would be just as proud of you as I am. And no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

Harry smiled, eyes shining with excitement. "I know. Thank you for everything. I couldn't have asked for a better mother."

His words warmed your heart, and you hugged him tightly, feeling a deep gratitude for having Harry in your life. The next morning, you walked him to platform 9 ¾, helping him board the train to Hogwarts.

"Be brave, Harry. And enjoy every moment," you said, waving as the train pulled away.

Harry waved back, a beaming smile on his face. "I'll go! I'll see you on vacation!"

Harry's first four years at Hogwarts were marked by adventures, challenges and dangers that you could never have imagined when you decided to look after him. Every year, you were called to school because of some incident, each one more incredible and frightening than the last.

In his first year, Harry entered into a series of events that culminated in his fight against Voldemort. When Dumbledore sent a letter informing him that Harry had faced Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort's spirit, your heart almost stopped.

Arriving at the hospital wing, you found Harry lying in bed, surrounded by Ron and Hermione. His eyes lit up when he saw you.

"Mom! I'm fine, just a little tired," he said with a weak smile.

You hugged him tightly. "Little Potter, you always get into trouble, don't you?"

He laughed, but there was a weariness in his eyes. "It was scary, but we won."

During the summer holidays, you made sure to provide Harry with moments of peace and happiness. You spent sunny days walking in the park, reading together and exploring Diagon Alley. One night, while you were watching a muggle movie, you made a joke, "Harry, if you keep this up, I'm going to be too old to deal with your adventures before I'm fifty."

He laughed and replied, "Sorry, Mom. I promise to try to stay out of trouble...if trouble stays out of me."

In the second year, the events surrounding the Chamber of Secrets were even scarier. When you received Dumbledore's letter about Harry's situation and the petrified students, you flew to Hogwarts.

In the hospital wing, you found Harry once again, with Ron and Hermione at his side.

"Harry, honey, are you okay?" You asked, trying to hold back the tears.

Harry nodded, looking a little shaken. "I'm fine, Mom. It was a giant snake that time."

You shook your head in disbelief. "A giant snake? And here I am, thinking things couldn't get any crazier."

Over the holidays, the two of you took a trip to the countryside, far from any magical threats. Walked along trails, had picnics and spent nights watching the stars. Harry loved the tranquility, and you made another joke to lighten the mood: "Harry, if we ever bring a giant snake home, I'm going to have to rethink our decor."

Third year brought the reappearance of Sirius Black, your former best friend and supposed dangerous assassin. You were called to Hogwarts when Harry fainted after the Dementor attack.

You found Harry in the hospital wing, with Ron and Hermione once again at his side.

"Honey, are you okay? Those Dementors are terrible," you said, hugging him.

Harry smiled, although he looked a little pale. "Yes, it was...intense. But I'm fine now."

During your vacation, you visited the coast, spending days at the beach and nights telling stories under the stars. Harry, always curious about Sirius, loved hearing his stories about him. And you, with your usual humor, said, "If we ever bring home a Dementor, I think I'm going to need more hot chocolate."

The fourth year was by far the scariest. The Triwizard Tournament placed Harry in extremely dangerous situations. You were called after the final event, where Harry had faced Voldemort and witnessed the death of Cedric Diggory.

In the hospital wing, Harry was more dejected than ever, with Ron and Hermione by his side.

"Harry, my dear, I can't believe you went through this," you said, holding his hand.

He looked at you, his eyes filled with sadness. "It was horrible, Mom. Cedric...he died."

You hugged him, feeling your heart break for him. "We'll get through this together, Harry. You're incredibly strong."

During the holidays, you did everything you could to provide Harry with moments of joy and distraction. Took a trip to France, where you visited the Eiffel Tower and explored the local magic. Harry loved the adventure, but you realized he carried a heavier weight in his heart. Trying to ease the tension, you joked, "If we continue these adventures, I'm going to need a break from our vacation."

With Voldemort's return, it was extremely dangerous to remain in the same place, as it was widely known that Harry Potter had been in your care since the death of his parents. The Order of the Phoenix decided that the best option would be to move you to the Black home in Grimmauld Place to ensure your safety.

You had the joy of meeting old friends. Remus Lupin was a figure you hadn't seen in about two years, not since he had been Harry's teacher at Hogwarts. Even before that, there was already a certain distance between you two.

Emmeline Vance was also present, making the meeting somewhat awkward given the circumstances of your relationship at Hogwarts. You discovered that she hadn't married or started a family, her priority being her career as an Auror.

Then, the most awaited meeting took place. When the members of the Order ensured your safety inside the house, the first person to welcome you was Sirius Black. He still looked like that best friend with long black hair that drove girls crazy, with the same crooked and charming smile that used to irritate you as a teenager. You still hadn't spoken since it was revealed that he had been wrongfully imprisoned in Azkaban.

Sirius couldn't contain the urge to hug you as if his life depended on it. "Kitty, you don't know how much I missed you." You felt like a teenager again, coming back from vacation, seeing your best friend and ready to tell him all the news possible. "Oh, your girl is here."

Sirius loved to embarrass you in front of others, something remarkable in your friendship and apparently unchanged, even now, as adults.

Harry made a confused expression. "What girl?"

Sirius smiled that smile that always preceded a funny comment. "Vance and your godmother used to be girlfriends at Hogwarts." You pinched Sirius. "I'm being mistreated for telling the truth. Things don't change."

You spent hours in the kitchen with the Weasleys, reminiscing about old times, with Sirius always making a point of telling your biggest shames. Harry seemed to love this dynamic, it was different hearing about your closeness with Sirius and seeing how, despite the distance, things hadn't become awkward between you.

At some point in the night, only you and Sirius were awake in the house. You prepared tea while he, sitting at the table, watched you carefully. To Sirius, you hadn't changed much. Except for the haircut and the tired expression, you were still Kitty, his best friend. But now Sirius saw you with different eyes because he knew the truth.

You poured the tea and sat down facing him. Silence prevailed for a few minutes until Sirius finally revealed what was tormenting his thoughts. "Remus told me everything." You avoided reacting, even though you knew he was referring to that shocking secret. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

You took a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of your pocket, offering one to Sirius. It took a while for your eyes to stop observing a specific point in the room and for your mouth to move. "I didn't want to take any more good things out of your life, Padfoot." You started, puffing on your cigarette as if it would give you some courage. "You had already lost so much, suffered so much... What kind of friend would I be?"

Sirius was silent, absorbing the depth of your words. He always knew about your terrible habit of trying to be everything to everyone, forgetting that you also deserved good things. He held your hand, squeezing gently.

"I wouldn't have started anything with Marlene if I'd known that. Mainly because it wasn't anything serious, you know?" A sad smile graced Sirius' lips. "And Marlene had told me she liked you a long time ago. So she couldn't promise me anything other than what we had."

The revelation broke you. You felt so stupid knowing that you could have had your happy ending with the girl you loved, but you were too stupid not to reveal your feelings. There was no greater regret for a human being than not having done something. You knew it would haunt you forever.

It didn't take long for Harry to return to Hogwarts, but this time, things weren't so easy. The Ministry of Magic was unyielding in its mission to tarnish the image of Harry and Dumbledore in the wizarding world. His efforts reached Hogwarts, including Dolores Umbridge on the faculty, hampering your attempt to observe Harry from afar.

After they removed Dumbledore as headmaster, things became even more difficult. Harry didn't tell you much about the events and now there was no longer a reliable informant. Your daily worry caused a growing despair in stomach, appeased without much success by the members of the Order.

Then the fateful day arrived. The Order received a message from Severus Snape. Despite his attempts, he hadn't had much success in teaching Harry how to prevent the Dark Lord from entering his mind. It was difficult for a sixteen year old boy to fight this, no matter how experienced and talented he was. The battle in the ministry was brutal. Years passed without you being in the presence of Death Eaters, and back then, you weren't used to fearing for your life.

But now you had enough reasons to fight. There were children to protect.

Your priority throughout the battle was protecting Harry, fighting alongside him and feeling tremendous pride. He was talented just like Lily.

Then Bellatrix Lestrange sealed Sirius Black's fate with a killing curse.

You shouldn't have knelt down and cried over the death of your first and best friend. You shouldn't have let your guard down. But you were human.

You couldn't see the moment Harry pulled away from you. You didn't even notice Lupin's arms hugging you. You only remembered Luna Lovegood's voice saying what broke you out of your grief spiral.

"The Dark Lord is with Harry. He needs you."

You've never run so fast in your life. Harry shouldn't be alone facing Voldemort, he was just a child thrown into a war that took everything from him.

Nothing in life prepared you for seeing Voldemort and Dumbledore duel. The headmaster protected Harry with all the spells he could while he cursed the Dark Lord. The wizards' distraction gave you enough time to approach Harry.

"Mommy's here, honey." You whispered to Harry. His green eyes were teary and you had to be strong for him once again.

Voldemort managed to escape, but on one hand you had a victory: The Ministry finally understood that he was back.

It was Harry's first vacation that you didn't go on. It wasn't safe. You spent part of the summer at Grimmauld Place, immersed in Sirius' memories. Harry often asked for more stories about his godfather, which you shared wholeheartedly.

Losing Sirius was something you never imagined. You still remembered meeting him on the train to Hogwarts, becoming friends just because you complimented his hair and especially hoping that you would stay in the same house. He had been your first friend. It wasn't like the muggle orphanage you were raised in had the friendliest children in the world.

Another move needed to be made. You and Harry would have to be moved once again, this time, to The Burrow. It was like old times, seeing practically every member of the Order gathered and ready for battle. You felt your heart heavy with the loss of friends who were no longer alive.

"Mom, are you okay?" You were startled by Harry's abrupt presence. He sat next to you on the couch. You shook your head. "I didn't want to leave home either."

"Home is where our hearts are. Mine is with you." You ruffled Harry's hair. "When this is all over, I'm going to take you to see Latin America. What do you think?"

Harry smiled. "Like Brazil? I heard they have a magic school there too."

"Especially Brazil. I'll take you to see every part of the planet and you'll never need to be afraid of anything again, okay? I promise."

Harry hugged you and you felt truly at home after a long time.

Before reaching your final destination, there were losses.

Moody. Hedwig.

Your heart broke at Harry's report; his owl had tried to protect him from a killing curse, just like his mother years before. You wanted so badly for your little boy to have some peace.

You feared for Harry to go to Hogwarts, being sure that something terrible would happen soon. It had been like that the first time; when Marlene and her family were murdered, when you were forced to watch the Dark Lord kill Dorcas Meadowes and couldn't do anything.

Days used to be like this too before the Potters died.

Dumbledore had been communicating a lot with you over the last few months, trying his best to let you know about the plans he had with Harry this school year. You made him promise that nothing would happen to him and Dumbledore told you something you would never forget.

"Your love for Harry won't be able to save him when the time comes, Y/N."

Practically throughout the year you were traveling back and forth, looking for important information for the Order. There was a risk of being caught but you were always very clever in using the polyjuice potion with the faces of people not so common in the wizarding world, with the intention of attracting as little attention as possible.

The day had started out strangely gray, just like all the worst days of your life. You tried to get everything ready because you knew you would have to run soon.

You wanted so badly to be wrong.

Minerva was the one who communicated with you. Dumbledore was dead. The hope of defeating the Dark Lord faded more and more with this information.

Bill and Fleur's wedding provided a brief moment of tranquility before the coming storm. During the party, you stayed close to Harry, trying to make sure he made the most of his time with his friends, without letting on the anxiety you all shared.

As you danced, there was a forced smile on Harry's lips, although his eyes showed underlying concern. "Thank you for being here," he whispered as you spun around the room.

“Always, Harry,” you replied, trying to convey a bit of comfort amidst the tension.

The tranquility was abruptly interrupted by Kingsley Shacklebolt's warning of the Death Eater invasion. In an instant, you were forced apart. Harry left with Ron and Hermione, while you apparated to the only place you thought was safe.

Ted Tonks' house.

It was the worst 9 months of your life, all the time avoiding leaving the mansion and counting on the company of the Tonks and Dean Thomas. Every day you listened to the Potter Observatory and hoped that the name of no one you knew and cared about would come up. Especially Harry's name.

It wasn't long before you, Ted and Dean were captured by some kidnappers and taken to the gloomy Malfoy mansion.

In the mansion, in addition to Draco and his parents, there were other prisoners, such as Luna Lovegood, Garrick Ollivander and some Muggle-borns. The days passed slowly, filled with fear and uncertainty, each moment marked by constant vigilance and imminent threat.

And soon Harry, Ron and Hermione joined the group. You couldn't hide your relief when you saw that your little boy was okay.

"I was so worried." You mumbled as you hugged him like your life depended on it. "Don't ever walk away from me again, little Potter. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Hermione's agonized screams shattered the moment with an imminent tightening in her chest. You just hoped she would be okay.

It was only after an agonizing time that, by a stroke of luck, Dobby the house elf came up with an audacious plan to free all of you. With Dobby's help, you managed to escape the Malfoys, facing a brief and fierce confrontation before reaching freedom.

But Dobby perished. Harry once again lost someone he loved.

With your hearts still heavy from the loss of Dobby, you fled along the winding trails until you found temporary refuge. The adrenaline was still pumping strong, mixed with the silent mourning for the death of the elf who had sacrificed everything to save them.

The house where you took shelter was modest, but safe for now. Bill and Fleur, along with the others rescued, welcomed them with relief and concern visible on their faces.

"We're so grateful you managed to escape," Fleur said, offering hot tea as you settled around the small kitchen table.

Bill nodded grimly. "But we can't stay here for long. The Death Eaters won't give up easily."

The days that followed were one of meticulous planning and anxious waiting. You knew that you would soon have to part with Harry once again, remembering that there were things that only he could do. Together with Griphook the goblin, Harry and his friends planned their daring invasion of Gringotts.

"Are you sure it's safe?", you asked Harry, as he and Griphook discussed the details of the plan. "That sounds extremely dangerous."

"I know," Harry replied, eyes fixed on the map of Gringotts. "But it's something we need to do. It's the only way to find the horcruxes."

"Trust us," Hermione added, although concern was evident in her voice. "We took every possible precaution."

Two days later, the four left for their mission, leaving you with a mix of pride and apprehension. Determined to continue the fight in your own way, you decided to seek out Albefort Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore's brother, for help.

With the help of a patronus sent by Kingsley Shacklebolt, you were able to communicate with Aberforth and arrange a meeting in Hogsmeade. Under spells that changed your face, you apparated to the agreed location, where Aberforth was waiting for you near the entrance to his tavern, the Hog's Head.

"Do you really think you can get into Hogwarts?" he asked, his eyes shining with curiosity mixed with concern.

“I have to try,” you replied, determined. "There are students there who need help. Plus, I need to find out any information that could be useful to Harry and the others."

Aberforth sighed but nodded. "Very well. I have a secret passage that leads straight to Hogwarts. Follow me."

He led you down a hallway hidden behind a painting in the tavern. Passing through the narrow, dank tunnel, you finally emerged inside Hogwarts, in the room of precision where Neville Longbottom was leading the student resistance.

"Neville!", you exclaimed, surprised to see the young wizard. "Are you okay?"

"We're resisting," Neville replied with a tired smile. "It's good to see you here. We need all the help we can get."

You spent the next few days helping to organize the resistance within Hogwarts, while searching for information that could be useful to Harry and the others. The school was different, darker and more oppressive under the rule of Snape and the Carrows, but the flame of resistance still burned in the hearts of the students.

One night, while discussing strategy with Neville and Luna, you received an urgent message from Aberforth. "Harry is coming back to Hogwarts. Get ready."

The moment you saw Harry enter the Hog's Head's secret passage, you ran to him, hugging him tightly.

"You're back.", you said, your voice shaking with relief. "I was so worried."

"I missed you, mom." Harry replied, returning the hug. "But we're here now, and we have a job to do."

With the meeting complete, the battle for Hogwarts began. You joined the other members of the Order of the Phoenix and the students to defend the school against the Death Eaters. Your experience and determination were crucial as organized the defense lines and coordinated the combat groups.

"All at your stations!", you shouted, guiding the young wizards to strategic points. "Remember, we are fighting for freedom, for Hogwarts, for everyone we love!"

During the battle, you found yourself in several dangerous situations. At one point, you fought side by side with Kingsley Shacklebolt and Minerva McGonagall, conjuring powerful spells to stop the Death Eaters trying to invade the castle.

"Secure the entrance!" ordered McGonagall, her voice firm despite the chaos around her. "We can't let them pass!"

"We're with you!", you replied, casting protection spells and attacks in equal measure. The sense of unity and purpose was palpable, even in the midst of danger.

As the battle raged, you also helped organize the evacuation of the wounded, guiding them to the Hospital Wing where Madam Pomfrey was working miracles to save those she could.

"You're amazing, Pomfrey," you said, helping carry an injured student. "We couldn't do it without you."

The night dragged on and the fighting continued fiercely and seemed to have no end. You saw several students being killed without being able to do anything, trying not to think about it too much so as not to lose focus. Then the Dark Lord's voice boomed throughout the castle and beyond, delivering his dark message.

"You fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. However, now your efforts are futile. You have lost yet another of your own, and I have become immune. Voldemort is ready to show mercy. I order my Death Eaters to withdraw immediately. You have one hour. Hand over Harry Potter and no one else will die. You have one hour to hand over Harry Potter to my power. Only Harry Potter must be handed over and no one else will be harmed."

Only then did you understand what Dumbledore had told you about a year and a half before.

Your love for Harry won't be able to save him when the time comes, Y/N.

Harry was the only one who could defeat the Dark Lord, and he might not live to witness it.

He had been raised like a lamb to the slaughter; waiting for the moment to perish at the hands of the monster that had killed his parents and taken away everything he loved most in his life.

You walked through the Great Hall and then you saw it. Remus Lupin's limp body. The sight hit you like a blow, and you ran to him, falling to your knees next to your friend's lifeless body.

"Not you, Moony. Not you," you murmured, hugging him tightly as tears ran down your face. The pain of loss was almost unbearable. Remus, who had always been a source of strength and wisdom, now lay there, ripped from you by the cruelty of war.

As the chaos of the battle dissipated, you stood by Remus's side, holding him as if you could somehow bring him back. But deep down, you knew he was gone, like so many others who had fought bravely.

The hall was full of bodies, friends and colleagues who had given their lives for freedom. Each represented a story, a loss, a deep scar in the hearts of those who survived.

Harry approached, his eyes red with unshed tears. He placed a hand on yor shoulder, offering silent comfort. "Let's keep going for them," he said softly. "For Remus, for all of them."

You nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility and pain, but also the determination to honor those who had fallen. "For Remus," you replied, your voice breaking. "We'll continue."

After that, you didn't see Harry anymore and you understood what that meant. Just hoping that, once again, Lily's protection would be with him. Harry deserved happiness, and Voldemort, death.

Time seemed to stop as you sat on the floor, immersed in so many memories of your godson, your son. You had never thought about having a child, just as had never planned to get married. But knowing that Harry had been orphaned and could end up in a loveless family made you change all your life plans for him.

You were an orphan and didn't know love until you arrived at Hogwarts. Harry deserved better, and you were pretty sure you managed to give him that.

Voldemort's deep voice, in an evil laugh, echoed throughout the castle, making everyone head outside.

"Harry Potter is dead! He was killed while fleeing, trying to save his own skin. Here is his body, handed over to you as proof that your hero perished in his attempt to escape."

Harry's body was carried by Hagrid, just as it had been years ago on that dark night in Godric's Hollow.

Your heart stopped for a moment, the sight of Harry limp in Hagrid's arms was an almost unbearable blow. You ran forward, ignoring the tears streaming down your face, and fell to your knees beside him. "No, it can't be," you murmured, touching Harry's face, cold and still. "Not you, Harry. Not you."

The world seemed to crumble around you, and despair took over. Neville reacted, and when anyone least expected it, Harry stood up and the battle was directed towards the Great Hall. The fight resumed. You found yourself dodging Bellatrix Lestrange's spells and protecting Ginny Weasley from her brutality.

Silence settled. Everyone around them stopped to watch as Harry and Voldemort began to circle each other, sizing each other up. The tension was palpable.

Voldemort, whose red eyes glowed lifelessly, whose face was void of any expression. He had just lost his Horcruxes. There was nothing left to hold on to. He needed Harry's wand to have any chance of surviving, but the wand refused to work for him.

Voldemort spoke in a low, rough voice. "You can't win, Harry. You know that now. You have nothing to resist. I am invincible."

Harry replied, his voice firm. "You're wrong, Tom. You're the one with nothing now. Nothing but the death you deserve."

Voldemort cast the Killing Curse, a thunderous sound like a cannon. But this time it was different. Harry's wand, which now recognized him as its true master, did not turn against him. Instead, Voldemort's spell lost power, ricocheted, and came back at himself. Voldemort fell to the ground, defeated, lifeless.

And then you knew the nightmare was finally over.

\-/

It has been many years since that epic day at Hogwarts. The battle scar left on everyone was visible, but peace had finally settled. You now spent your days in the tranquility of the old house, surrounded by photographs of moments that seemed distant.

Harry and Ginny's children, Albus, James and Lily, grew up around you. They called you “grandma” fondly, and you were proud of every moment you spent with them. One sunny afternoon, as everyone gathered in the living room, Albus spoke, concern evident on his young face.

"Grandma, I'm worried... the Sorting Hat might send me to Slytherin."

You smiled gently, remembering your own worries many years ago. "You know, Albus, the Sorting Hat wanted to send me there. But I insisted that I wanted to be in the same house as Sirius Black."

Albus' eyes widened. "Really? But why?"

"Because, darling, the heart speaks louder than any label. And he sent me to Gryffindor."

The children's laughter filled the room, dispelling the momentary tension. You looked around, feeling grateful for every moment of peace and love that surrounded your life now.

At night, while everyone slept, you looked out the window, the memories of those who were gone still echoing in your mind. Marlene McKinnon, whose absence never stopped hurting. You had retired years ago, but your mind and heart had never completely moved away from the battle that had changed everything.

Over the years, you helped Harry raise his children and witnessed every achievement and challenge you faced together. You saw him grow up not just as the Boy-Who-Lived, but as a man dedicated to peace and justice.

And now, as you watched the moonlight illuminate the peaceful garden, you knew that your role in the Harry Potter story had not just been one of struggle, but of love and care until your final days.

#marlene mckinnon x reader #marlene mckinnon x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders

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number-onekidqueen · 9 months ago

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

Luke Castellan x Poseidon!fem!reader

hi i have no idea if you take requests but if you do could you write for Luke x daughter of poseidon? I’ve been thinking about someone who’s similar to Luke who’s felt neglected by their God parent and when their half brother Percy comes and gets claimed within a week, she’s angry and jealous bc hers took almost a year. An angel in disguise, evil lovers trope 🥹🎀🫶 just wanted to share this concept that’s been itching my brain

comfort fluff

warnings: crying, gods being bad parents, jealousy, insecurity

The new blond kid furrowed his brow again, and you groaned internally.

“So we’re supposed to love them but they don’t even come and see us?”

The arrival of another kid was always exciting. They’d stumble over the border, scared out of their mind, and once they calmed down, you’d get to hear their story. They all had such different ones and all the details and quirks in them fascinated you to no end.

The less fun part was answering all the questions they had, and trying to make camp seem fun and exciting, when they were usually so broken. It never seemed right to you to talk about rowing races, as if they were antidotes for leaving your old life behind.

Percy Jackson, however, was proving to be more curious and.... confident than new demigods were typically.

You exchanged a look with Luke at Percy's comment, wondering how to answer this curveball of a question. You noticed his jaw was clenched, and he seemed to be making no kind of attempt at responding.

“Well, uh, yeah, more or less.” You replied lamely.

“I don’t get it. If we’re their kids why don’t they come down and visit us? Get to know us?”

“My question exactly,” Luke murmured bitterly to you, but then he grinned, clapping Percy on the shoulder.

“Eh, the gods they’re busy and all. But you don’t have to worry about them. Burn a bit of your food, pray sorta regularly and they’ll be happy. And just enjoy-"

“Who's my dad?”

Another difficult question.

"Sorry Percy, we don't know," you replied softly. "you'll know when you get claimed."

"Claimed?"

You explained the claiming process, and your unease grew as Percy frowned more and more as you continued. It was obvious he was against claiming.

"So let me get this straight," Percy paused, his expression one of utter distaste. "I've gotta do something cool - something amazing - in my first few days at camp to make my dad notice me?"

You winced. "Yeah, something like that."

"He doesn't just come down, and recognise me?" He asked in disbelief.

"The gods don't really... come down, Percy," Luke corrected, also wincing.

"So, what, they-"

"Don't stress too much about it, Percy. I'm sure your dad will claim you soon, and then we can all celebrate." You reassured with a grin.

If only that had been right.

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And you had won! You whooped, joining the cacophony of victory that was the Hermes cabin, all gazing triumphantly at the flag Luke had captured and was brandishing with pride.

When your eyes met Luke’s, your head spun. He had really done it! Your best friend, your amazing, brave best friend had won it again! He grinned at you, and your heart seemed to jump towards him erratically. Before you could think straight, you were running closer, and-

“Y/N! I think you have a brother?”

Huh?

Brother?

You noticed the atmosphere had changed drastically, and the campers had become hushed around you, whispering and pointing. And they were all… kneeling?

“Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon!”

At Chiron's call, you turned to where they faced and saw a dumbstruck Percy, thigh-high in water, squinting above him.

At a massive, glowing green trident.

Poseidon. He was your brother.

What?!

After the initial tidal wave of shock, and even joy for Percy wore off, you were outraged. Percy had been at camp for what couldn’t have been two days. And he was already claimed? When it took you nearly a year of hoping and crying and praying to do so?

What in the Gods did this mean? Were you not as special as Percy? Did your dad hate you? What in the- what- he- you- he-

You couldn’t think about it anymore, your thoughts incoherent and speeding through your mind. Your chest tightened, and you couldn't breathe, your lungs still and your eyes heavy with tears.

No, no, no, no. You wouldn’t ruin your brother’s claiming.

Even though your father ruined everything-

You began stumbling back, walking between rows of kneeling campers, as quietly as you could. It still seemed thunderous to your ears. You could feel the stares, but you tried not to think about that either. Judgement was at the bottom of your stress agenda.

Once the forest obscured your form, you began sprinting, dodging trees and shrubbery as you made a rapid escape to your cabin. The anxious thoughts didn't stop, even as the world rushed past you.

Breathe in, breathe- my dad hates me- out.

Breathe- he loves my brother more- in.

bre- he'll never love me as much- out.

b- you weren’t good enough, and you never have been- r-e-a-t-h-e

Once inside, you collapsed against the cool door. Your breathing finally slowed, as your eyes travelled over the familiar blue scenery. Felt the slightly chipped paint beneath your fingerprints. Inhaled the salty, sandy smell. This was your home. You could safely cry in here, feel comfortable, do anything you wanted-

Until Percy came.

You wouldn’t even have five minutes in here before everyone came back, and swung the doors wide for Percy. And you would be forgotten, shoved into a lesser position to make room for your shiny, new brother.

Stop! It wasn't Percy's fault that Poseidon was a terrible father. Percy was innocent. He was just a little boy, wanting to be accepted. It wasn't fair to feel bitter towards Percy.

But you couldn't help it.

Either way, you wouldn't let the first sight to his new home be his crying, jealous sister. You didn't want him to feel guilty for belonging.

But where else could you go?

The beach?

No. The water was once a comfort, but it seemed a hellish sight in your mind now. You didn't want to go anywhere near anything that reminded you of Poseidon. Absolutely not.

The forest?...

That was perfect.

Steeling yourself for the outside world, you inhaled shakily before rushing out of the safety of your door. Thankfully, camp was still quiet, although you weren't going to wait around for it to become full and rowdy.

Taking off at a jog, you made your way into the forest surrounding camp, in the opposite direction than the one campers would make coming back. Sure, monsters could attack you, but at this point you were certain you were angry enough to wield your dagger with lethal accuracy.

Come get me, bitch, and you'll find out just how I feel, you thought to yourself.

You moved through the forest until the dappled light on your tanned skin, became dimmer, almost dark. It was then you stopped, hunched over, breathing deeply, stepped backward to slump against a firm pine tree.

You let yourself cry, as loudly as you needed. The ocean never hushed her screams, and now that you were alone, neither would you. It was cathartic in a way, screaming as loud as you could, sobbing as hard as you needed, draining your body of all its sadness, jealousy, insecurity.

No one would ever hear you. It would be a secret between you and this little green glade.

And then you could return to camp, fake all the smiles you needed. You would be happy for Percy. You would be grateful to your father for allowing you to have a brother. You would be faithful and in admiration of the Gods.

You felt sick at those thoughts, a pit growing in your stomach at having to betray yourself for others.

Why did it have to be this way? Why?

The pit in your stomach only grew as you heard fast-paced approaching footsteps. Your sobs immediately halted, and you stilled against the tree, wiping your tears and drawing your dagger.

"Y/n?"

It was Luke.

You exhaled shakily, debating whether to respond. But it was Luke, and surely he would understand.

"Yeah?"

His approaching footsteps resumed, and you caught a glimpse of his face, splashed with relief. Immediately, he sat beside you, and wrapped a tentative arm around your shoulders.

It was so comforting, and you began to cry once more, this time into his shoulder. His fingers tangled in your hair, and they were so soothing, your cries became even deeper and cracked.

You couldn't remember the last time you had been held and comforted.

"What's wrong?" he muttered softly.

"My-my dad," you replied croakily.

"Oh," you knew he understood, because he tugged you closer and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You shuddered at the contact, flustered despite your current emotions.

"Your dad is an idiot for making you feel like this."

"You-you can't say that," you said nervously, shifting in his arms as you glanced around, anticipating a megatsunami or hailstorm.

"I don't care, y/n, let me drown the next time I swim. You need to hear it. You're one of the best campers there is, and all you do is love him, and he treats you like this! He's an idiot!" He said earnestly, laughing a little.

"I just can't believe he'd claim him so soon," you whispered, and the tears began again, "I just-- it's like slapping it in my face that he loves him more. That Percy did enough for him and I didn't."

"No, don't you dare think like that." He tilted your chin up with his fingers. His eyes were strong, angry. But his fingers were gentle, and they caressed your jawline with care. "You've done more than enough for him. You've done more than enough for anyone, don't ever make yourself feel like this."

"But-"

"No. No. Never." And he drew you back into a tight embrace as the last of your tears flowed.

You stayed like that for what could've been minutes or decades, the both of you breathing in sync, against the rough bark of the tree and warm heat of your camp tees. You began to grow sleepy, your eyes drifting closed, and that's when Luke shifted.

"Hey," he murmured, his arms still wrapped around you as he pulled the both of you to your feet, "let's get you home."

Off you walked into the dusky evening, your words and secrets left embedded in the canopy and grass of that glade and deep in your hearts.

For while you now knew there were two children of Poseidon, and you were most certainly the second choice - you knew you were the favourite to Luke.

And maybe that was what mattered.

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