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helpallthenamesaretaken · 3 months ago

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Would you do a one shot about Leo at camp while they're preparing to go to camp Jupiter? I always thought he would have funny interactions with the Stoll brothers

(Also I'm not sure where I was supposed to message this since I'm very new to Tumblr sorry)

Ooooh I've never written Leo because idk I just liked other characters better (sorry) but he IS so so iconic and I couldn't wait to write him so THANK YOU for the prompt!!

More than funny, I think I made the Leo x Stoll dynamic way too cute but I like it? Also I projected on leo a little bit while writing him so excuse any ooc moments, it's not leo it's me 😭😭

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Annabeth threw herself on the blueprints on the table dramatically. It was one of those afternoons Leo and Annabeth spent designing the Argo II ship for its voyage a month later.

"NO!" she cried out. "I'M doing Percy's bedroom. You can't do it.

Leo put his hands on his hips. "Sheesh," he replied. "It's literally a box with four walls. I'll let you decorate if you want." He tried to be nice about it, but he really didn't like people trying to interfere in his work.

"No, you don't get it!" Annabeth said, her eyebrows scrunched in frustration. "It can't BE just a box. Percy's claustrophobic. Also, Percy's cabin is L-shaped, which means it doesn't have just four walls. It needs to feel like home to him--" She sounded ridiculous, but her eyes went a scary stormy grey, which was a warning sign.

"Okay, okay!" Leo kept his hands up in surrender. "What do I do then?" Annabeth blinked as if she hadn't thought of that. "I don't know, go hang out with someone or something like that."

Annabeth seemed adamant, so Leo walked out of his cabin into the warm sunlight of camp, and plopped down in the middle of the strawberry fields.

Now what? Piper and Jason had left camp to go see a movie, his siblings in the Hephaestus cabin were busy working on the parts for the Argo II (not like they liked him a lot).

He could maybe go up and flirt with a few Aphrodite kids. Maybe he could go and play a game of basketball with a few dudes (if he knew how to play basketball) or find someone to nerd out to about fire breathing dragon machines, though he doubted anyone would listen.

Huh, I need to get more friends, he thought. Then the memories started rushing in.

Third grade. A sunny afternoon in one of the many school playgrounds he spent his rocky childhood in. He remembered himself meekly walking up to a random boy and asking him if he wanted to play a game of tag.

"No," the boy said, stepping back with a foul look. "My mom told me not to talk to you. She said you're a bad influence." He tried not to remember that memory, but it had come to him in the spar of the moment, and now he'd have to try to get rid of it.

He got snapped out of the flashback by a voice from behind him. "Hey, you're the ship kid, right" Leo huffed and looked back, and saw Connor and Travis Stoll, the twins, sorry, brothers of camp half blood.

As if naturally, Leo smiled. "Why, yes, the ship kid, that's me!" he joked. Not like he had any other name. "Hello, gentlemen! How can I help you?"

Connor cracked a smile. "Hello to you too, kind sir."

The two almost turned to leave, when a girl's voice screamed from the distance. "TRAVIS! CONNOR! DID YOU BREAK MY ENGINE?" Leo recognised it as Nyssa, from his cabin. The brothers looked at each other with widened eyes that screamed, We're doomed.

"What did you do?" Leo asked, curiously.

"Uhh....we might have disconnected a few wires of her engine by mistake." Travis admitted. "We were just trying to paint....something on it."

Connor continued. "Yeah, but then there was a red wire connected to a big box which got knocked off and then the engine started spouting--" Both of them stopped, looking at each other as if realising they had just both rambled on about their prank to Nyssa's brother, who could very well snitch on them.

Leo stopped them before they could run away. "Wait," he said. "The red wire to the big box?" He mentally winced at his painfully simple language. "That's not where it's supposed to go in the first place. And it's supposed to spout smoke at first..." An evilly grin spread across his face. "Great. Now you can say you fixed it!"

Connor and Travis looked at each other, and then at him in wonder. "Dude!" they exclaimed. Connor ran up to him and thumped him on the back. "We're definitely going to use that. Thanks, ship kid!"

Travis shot him an annoyed look and asked, "What's your name, by the way? Probably not 'ship kid'?"

Leo bowed his head mockingly. "Leo Valdez, at your service."

"Cool!" Connor said. He turned to Travis. "We should get Leo to help us more. He's good at this stuff!"

Leo blinked. "Really?" he paused. "I mean--of course, gentlemen! Always at your service."

They both beamed at him. "Will see you around then, kind sir," Connor laughed, before running with Travis to where Nyssa's voice was cursing them out.

Huh. Maybe Leo was a bad influence. But people wanted to talk to him. Both could coexist.

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thanks for reading <3 and as usual, constructive criticism is appreciated!

#leo valdez #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus fanfiction #hoo fanfic #hoo fanfiction #travis stoll #connor stoll

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gcmercury · 10 days ago

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The Astrology of April 27th - May 4th

The Major Highlights of this week include:

Venus re-enters Aries

Venus conjunct Neptune in Aries

Mars leaves its Retrograde shadow

Venus has finally made her way back through those last few degrees of Pisces, made her conjunction with the North Node & Saturn, and is ready to ingress back into Aries. These ending degrees of Pisces and beginning ones of Aries have become like a live wire with how many planets have crossed over them and then doubled back, and then came back for more. It's a touchy spot in our charts right now that's still being lit the fuck up.

We've been jerked around a lot lately, thinking about what we really want and wondering if these things we previously enjoyed are still pleasurable, or if they've ran their course.

Venus is going back into her sign of detriment in Aries. In Aries, Venus is too dry. She doesn't have access to all of her tools and more like she does in Pisces, the sign of her exaltation. She doesn't have any more patience for these things she doesn't like. And she'll tell you, too. And it won't be dressed up nicely so as not to hurt your feelings.

A day or so after Venus re-enters Aries, we get another Venus Neptune conjunction, now with Neptune also in Aries. This is going to be huge for getting a glimpse into what we're going to be seeing more of with Neptune in Aries. Expect the media to be wild going into this weekend. I would wager a guess the back half of this week may be particularly nasty on social media for discourse and misinformation.

The energy of the Mars Pluto opposition that happened on Saturday lingers this week, in terms of being tested. It's like being poked and prodded at to see if you can actually put the pedal to the metal. Pluto is stoking that fear, that anxiety. There's going to be some frustrations. The Sun may be in Taurus, but the bull only has so much patience. You'd do well to remember that.

How much can you be pushed before you've had enough? Is there something you absolutely need to stand up against that you've been working up the courage for?

Can you do it even if everyone else is seemingly against you? If they're telling you you're wrong?

There's been a lot of confusion with these retrogrades, especially with Neptune being in the middle of it. Personally, I hate Neptune with a burning passion LOL. I have Neptune almost exactly conjunct my Moon natally so trust me we're well acquainted, but not really, because Neptune never reveals their hand. Give me Saturn any day of the week. Saturn doesn't speak in riddles. Saturn doesn't hide punches behind this shimmery veneer. Neptune loves to distort and confuse, to make things look better than they really are. And that creates anxiety. It's overwhelming.

Venus is going to re-enter Aries, and it may feel like we know what we want with crystal clarity -- and then it comes up against this conjunction with Neptune. It's going to be easy to feel confused, to second guess ourselves with what we've been chasing.

We have Mars in Leo finally clearing its post-retrograde shadow this week to lend a hand. It's still in close opposition with Pluto, but it's still a planet in Leo for god's sake. There's a sense of courage and pride that's been lacking for a long time now. It's kind of a funny analogy, but it makes me think of this panel of Toji right after he seemingly kills Gojo:

You are remembering how to do this. It doesn't matter how long you've been out the game, tag back in and stand on business. Even if you're still harboring hurts. You've put all this work in, and for what, to let a group of people or your own self doubt tell you otherwise? You have to trust yourself.

When Mars was in Cancer, all you could do was brace yourself against the storm and try to mitigate the damage. There wasn't a whole lot of confidence or energy to be had. It was like licking your wounds after getting thrashed LMFAO.

You're more durable now. You don't have to fold at the first sign of being challenged. You don't have to take these obstacles presenting themselves as a "no" for going after what you want. It's up to you to see it through.

The lunar transits this week are a bit all over the place, so I'm curious to see how it'll all play out.

(Thanks for reading! I'm gonna work to improve my takes each week hopefully as I keep learning :3)

#astrology #transits #venus retrograde #weekly forecast

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mercy-thompson-fanfiction · 2 months ago

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Bingo Slot: Drowning @badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Mercy Thompson Series - Patricia Briggs / Alpha & Omega Series - Patricia Briggs

Relationships: Bran/Leah (mentioned), Charles/Anna (mentioned)

Characters: Leah Cornick, Anna Latham

Tags: let the girls have some fun, Leah is mom, Anna learned how to swim as a child, what really sank the Titanic, this was supposed to go in a very different metaphysical direction in my head, it went this way instead

Warnings: language

Summary:

“Surely Samuel would have taught you if you asked?” She tried. “He would have had to”

Leah snorted.

“Samuel has always taken,” And probably would always take, “Priority over me, especially in Bran’s eyes. So no, I think Samuel might have just told his father I was trying and it would have been ended there. Everyone would have been told not to teach me.”

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Several months prior…

Anna was spending far too much time not at her own house, Leah felt. It was difficult to tell if it was because she and Charles were overwhelmed as new parents—Leah was left entirely unsure as to what she was meant to do to help—or because Anna was worried about her in the way Anna worried. But they were on the couch, baby curled against Anna’s chest as Leah worked on her crochet. She hadn’t done anything with the skill in a long time, but the baby maybe inspired her a little more than she’d like to admit.

Leah would be lying if she claimed to be at all invested in the movie.

“There’s room on the door, Rose!” Anna whisper-shouted so as not to stir the baby.

Leah raised her eyes just in time to see what Anna was talking about. Ugh. Leo. She couldn’t stand his acting.

“It would throw off the buoyancy.” She shrugged, instead of making a comment about Anna’s poor taste in movies.

The actual Titanic had been a tragedy in that innocent people lost their lives. She didn’t care much other than that, though she knew Bran had lost a handful of friends aboard and those that had survived suggested the iceberg explanation wasn’t all of it.

But Bran knew a lot of werewolves that could be considered conspiracy theorists if you looked too closely. Leah mostly found them funny.

“He has to weigh like thirty pounds in this. He’s a twig.” Anna disagreed. “She should have let him up.”

Leah glanced up at the screen again. It was just a door. It wouldn’t have saved him anyways.

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Current day…

“Who has the baby?” Leah tried to make polite conversation as she drove them out as close as they could manage to get to Leigh Lake by vehicle.

She wasn’t sure who was babysitting whom. The men were allowed to go out on their little monster hunts alone. Leah was previously barely allowed out of the house to handle their own business in town, but this was a new part of her and Bran’s compromise for her staying. She wanted to be equal.

After all, Anna got to be equal with Charles.

Except now Anna was also with her and it was hard to tell who was helping whom.

“Asil.” Anna supplied. “He’s obsessed with her, which was unexpected. I didn’t think he liked children.”

Leah couldn’t have pictured that either. Asil, however, was quite infatuated with Anna in a way that was mostly fatherly and harmless at this point rather than predatory. She supposed it was possible Asil was more likely obsessed with the baby as an extension of Anna than with the baby herself.

But he would be a fierce babysitter, no doubt.

They fell into silence again because Leah was never quite sure what to talk to Anna about.

“You drive like Charles,” Anna commented maybe five minutes later.

“He taught me.” Leah grit her teeth as Anna made a surprised noise. “Women weren’t allowed to drive when Bran got the first car.”

“And Charles taught you?”

“Only one who I could get to teach me. Of course, he hadn’t actually known either at the time.” Leah shrugged. Charles had been willfully ignorant on the uptake of motor vehicles, even though he was by far the most gifted with them. “Charles was always willing to do things for me when asked. Not liking me had no effect on his sense of hierarchy. I was his father’s wife and mate. It was what it was.”

Anna seemed to sit with it a moment.

“Surely Samuel would have taught you if you asked?” She tried. “He would have had to”

Leah snorted.

Charles taught her because he felt obligated to and that wasn’t great, but she wasn’t complaining about it. Obligation at least got her what she wanted.

Unlike the ignorant son of a self-absorbed asshole her other step-son was which Leah hated that she even mentally classified him that way. Charles was at least younger than she was. Samuel was hundreds of years her senior. He didn’t need to be her anything. He just existed and—

“I don’t think we’re going to get much closer than this trailhead, Leah.” Anna pointed up ahead on the left. “We should park there.”

She was right. Leah pulled off the little road that cut through and parked in the parking cubby that had been carved out because it was most certainly not a lot. It was also probably meant for rangers and not for them, this was a park service road.

She didn’t personally care.

“Listen to me.” Leah turned as soon as she cut the engine. “I do not want a repeat of last time.”

When Anna had nearly been raped and she had wound up half-dead with an overly-sentimental husband as a result.

“I don’t think that counted as a hike.” Anna pointed out. “This is a hike. But I appreciate the warning. I will try to avoid being kidnapped again.”

That was good enough for Leah and she focused on getting the backpacks out of the back.

They hiked mostly in silence, though Anna did habitually love to hum. Leah didn’t complain, it was kind of soothing even if she didn’t love that she couldn’t reliably hear the world around her when Anna did that.

And they were actually hunting something.

“Yeah, but it’s like a baby Loch Ness monster, Leah.” Anna reminded. “It’ll be in water.”

Incorrect. What was being described was a baby Loch Ness monster. They had no idea what it was, how it got in this specific lake so close to Aspen Creek, or really what to do with it. This was meant to be more of a gathering-intel situation.

It was impossibly difficult to gather intel whilst humming or otherwise listening to someone else hum.

“Is that it?” Anna interrupted her thoughts again and nodded to the great blue beyond almost-literally.

Leah sighed. That was, in fact, where they were going. “Yes.” She agreed and spotted a little encampment just beyond that seemed abandoned.

Great.

They were silent from that point on except for their breathing, unwilling to disturb whatever had set up camp. This wasn’t an untrodden or even under-trodden path. People made their way up here all the time. Yet it was out of the way enough, too, that maybe this time of year rangers wouldn’t be actively checking.

Lakers were more of a summer thing, after all.

Leah kicked at the shoreline and created a cloud of dust. They’d not had a lot of wet yet this fall. It would rectify itself as the year got colder, they always had at least one snow by the end of October.

“Do you hear that?” Anna asked and for a second, Leah was worried they were about to have one of those moments out of a horror film where only one of them could see something.

And then she realized the world around them was dead silent.

Leah looked back to the lake again, it was unmoving.

“Let’s get to that camp, see if there’s anything useful, and then head back.” It would take them until well after dark to make it all the way back to the car, but Leah really didn’t want to go camping. She had come to love and appreciate modern amenities.

They trudged along the shoreline, keeping an eye and ear out for anything strange. Still, nothing made any noise. Nothing even seemed to move except for them.

And the camp was definitely long abandoned. It was just the remnants of fires past, some stakes without tents, and a kayak. The kayak was unsettling and Anna pinned why immediately.

“Someone had to climb all the way out here with that.”

And it wasn’t an easy trail. Leah looked around with a frown.

“Someone else was looking for it, too.” Her eyes narrowed, trying to see through the terrain. Maybe something else was out here that she hadn’t seen before.

But nature’s tableau was still perfectly silent.

Anna shivered beside her.

They found their own little sitting place a distance away from the camp that Leah personally felt was safe. With almost no information to go off of, Leah wasn’t even sure what they were meant to be looking for.

“We’re stuck here overnight aren’t we?”

It was looking that way.

“I suddenly remembered why I hate fishing.” Leah grumbled to herself and Anna gave her an apologetic look.

They set up their own little pseudo-camp and Leah hoped with everything in her that no rangers chose tonight to inspect the area. Though, she supposed, two lost and confused young, female hikers were just as likely to be prey as they were likely to be passed over as harmlessly confused. Hopefully, the latter was in their favor.

“How has it been?” Anna asked quietly, over dinner. “At home?”

Surprised by the question, Leah took a moment to collect her thoughts.

“Strange, Anna.” She admitted, feeling foolish for doing so because it was such an asinine topic. “He is not a sentimental man. He still isn’t, not with me.”

“But you love him.”

Leah thought very much that she did, but she understood why Anna asked. Charles, stone-faced Charles, was outwardly affectionate with Anna. They were disgustingly cute in a way Leah hated to admit.

And that had never been herself and Bran. It would never be them.

“Anna…” She began and then hesitated because maybe it was too intimate a detail. These types of things were meant to be private.

“Ah. Is the sex good?” Her daughter-in-law nodded knowingly and Leah’s eyes narrowed dangerously in response.

Not that intimate.

“Quite.” She bared her teeth because she couldn’t help it and Anna laughed in a way that managed to make Leah smile more genuinely. Omegas were funny, but stranger was the way Anna could affect her without actually using any of her magic. “But no. You have to understand that Bran does his job, that he is who he is for a reason. He will do what he has to in order to keep his own safe, and he has never failed me in that sense.”

“Love is more than protection, Leah.”

“If you understood how much he feels, how deeply things affect him. It’s a miracle he keeps from drowning inside of himself.” She had felt it from him before over the years, but nothing was so intense as when he opened up to her in her bedroom. It was all-consuming, but so was Bran Cornick. He only knew how to consume.

Anna frowned.

“It will never look the same as what you have, Anna.” She told her. “And that is ok.”

His primary responsibility would always be to the pack, as was hers by marriage. Sometimes they had nothing left for each other, and that was something they both understood. That was something they had always understood of each other.

Leah took the first shift and maybe that was her mistake. Things always seemed to happen to Anna, if she’d put Anna first then maybe they could have gone home. Nothing stirred, though the starlight on the water made her wolf lift her head a few times in interest when she thought she saw the water ripple. There was no moon this evening, adding to the eeriness in the air.

Anna took over a few hours later and it wasn’t until Leah was asleep that she realized the water not moving itself had been a sign. It was like glass, a mirror, an illusion.

She startled awake, spooking Anna’s wolf enough that she turned.

“It’s a dragon.” Leah told her. “We have to go back in the morning. There’s nothing we can do about it.”

Bad spot for one, she thought to herself while Anna changed. It was a human-populated place. They did better in the deep ocean. There was supposed to be a way to trap them, she’d read it in one of Bran’s books, but Leah wasn’t gifted with magic and she was pretty certain the story she had read had to do with a trickster god of some sort.

She certainly wasn’t about to call Mercy Thompson for help on this one. And what did she know about dragons anyways?

“A real dragon?” Anna asked when she was back on two feet and dressing quickly to fight off the chill. “Bran said they’re all dead.”

“Every now and then one might turn up.” Leah supplied. “They take a long time to grow, I understand. It’s possible this one’s just hatched and that’s why we didn’t know about it.”

The kayak.

Anna seemed to think the same thing. “Do you think someone released it? Like when people release exotic pets?”

Leah really had enough of witches in the past year-and-a-half to last her a lifetime. At the same time, they were perhaps the only people stupid enough to keep a dragon of all things in their menageries.

She pinched the bridge of her nose.

“If we can find what it was being kept in, we can try to trap it again tomorrow and release it someplace less problematic.” Or find a professional, if those existed. “If not, we leave and we tell Bran what we know and he can choose to handle it however he wants.”

“Presumably with some sort of deadly and magical weapon.” Anna sounded sad as she said it and Leah snorted.

“He won’t kill a dragon.” Though, she trusted that he probably could. “Bran has a soft spot for strays.”

And all dragons were strays these days. Most of them, she had been assured, were long dead. It meant any living were that much more important in a bad way, because they were prey.

They both went to sleep then, because it wasn’t worth one of them staying up.

This time, Leah’s sleep was thankfully dreamless.

Leah woke up just as the sun was beginning to peek out over the mountains, but Anna was still out cold. It gave her time to both make breakfast and plan what to do. The water still wasn’t moving, their surroundings still hadn’t come back to life.

And that kayak was still bugging her. The person, or people, had time to bring it back to shore but not to leave with it. That felt wrong. Maybe they didn’t care about it but they’d had time to peacefully remove it from the water.

She was still thinking about it when Anna awoke, and apparently Anna had been thinking about it in her sleep because, without saying anything to alert the other of their train of thought, they both spoke in unison.

“It’s still trapped.”

Leah thought Anna might continue and when the younger woman didn’t, she nodded. “Might as well go fishing for it then.”

They finished their camp breakfast. Leah didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t miss the days before Bran had built the house but she certainly didn’t miss the days before they had a gas stove. Anna had thought it was neat, but she also thought every skill that she didn’t personally possess was neat. Cooking a full breakfast over open flame was still something Anna hadn’t managed quite so competently, if Charles’ stories were anything to go by.

“We should take the kayak.” Anna suggested.

The water went to depths that Leah wasn’t personally familiar with and werewolves were not known for swimming.

“What we are going to do,” Because they needed a plan, “Is try our best to find where the dragon is. And we will come back with someone who can solve the problem because we can’t have it here.”

God forbid someone release it.

“But we are, under no circumstance, diving in.” Because Charles would have Leah’s head if she accidentally killed Anna.

Anna nodded her agreement so Leah ushered her into the stupid, dinky little boat and waded in herself to launch them. She was fairly confident in her ability to get in from standing in water a smudge above her waist. And rightfully so, because Leah pulled herself in with no drama. Anna proved better with oars than Leah had expected, so she was regretting putting her in the front, but they slowly made their way in a little loop around the lake.

“We’ll skirt the outside first, in case they maybe just threw it in.” Leah explained as she helped to navigate them in as shallow of water as she’d personally suggest. “And we’ll spiral in.”

It should only take another few hours. They’d be able to make it back to the car by nightfall if they kept a good pace.

“How did you know it was a dragon?” Anna asked as they continued on. Leah’s watch suggested they’d been at it for about an hour.

“Sea dragons can supposedly create mirages, but they don’t look right.” Leah sighed. “One of the Wildings, back when he first came, was convinced that one took the Titanic down. It was something to do with the way the water was, too smooth to see much of anything. But he was always a little crazy, even before he formally came to Aspen Creek. I read on it just to try and prove him wrong.”

“And did you?” Anna’s curiosity was almost charming.

Almost.

“Can’t prove anything to crazy, you can’t even argue with crazy.” Leah had tried, failed, and discovered that her own husband was just as crazy if not certifiably insane. Then again, she might have already known that.

Anna laughed, warm and friendly in a way that made Leah smile until she realized that even the oars had stopped making movements along the surface. Her face fell into a frown, her eyebrows knit together, and Leah worried her lip a moment.

And it was in that exact split second that something arose from the water, big, silver, and practically reflective. She would have sworn she could see herself in its giant, oar-shaped fin before it broke the water and the kayak tipped.

Leah barely recognized she hit the water except that her last breath had happened in a weird limbo. The first half had been air, but she closed her mouth instinctively when she drew water into her lungs as well. It burned, burned like salt water even though she knew full-well it was fresh from both the taste and the smell. The reflection on the dragon’s body made it impossible to tell which way was up and which was down. She couldn’t see Anna clearly enough and there were three boats if she tried to trust her eyes.

Werewolves did not inherently float well, though everything Bran had taught her was that the humans swam better than wolves since their bodies were just physically better suited towards it. She herself hadn’t learned to swim even as a human, she avoided bodies of water in general as a result.

But someone who could swim?

Anna.

Leah focused on trying to find her only to realize that her companion had already broken the surface and the illusion. It was easier to find the reflection when only one of the Annas was able to physically touch her. She kicked harder and found herself in air once more, gasping for it desperately. Anna was holding onto the upturned kayak.

“It’s not trapped.” Anna heaved just before Leah felt herself fall back under again, this time dragged by something very much invisible.

Her mind turned momentarily to static. It tended to be how she panicked. It hit her all at once to the point she went numb, and then very slowly the lights would begin to turn back on in her brain. Leah kicked her legs again, trying for some sort of traction. She might not have ever known how to swim, but she kept her head above water every single day. The burning in her lungs wasn’t anything new. The silence wasn’t scary. She knew worse monsters than whatever had been dumped beneath the surface here in this stupid lake.

I’m married to one of them. She reminded herself. I am one of them.

It wasn’t magic that she found the surface again. She’d kicked herself close enough that Anna had dragged her by the back of her shirt onto the upturned kayak.

“You never learned how to swim.” Anna’s breathing had already steadied, but she’d had more oxygen than Leah had. Her arm was still around Leah’s shoulders as the world around them fell quiet again and the only ripples in the lake were caused by themselves and the stupid kayak.

“No.” Leah couldn’t make the word sound quite right. She’d. it only breathed in water, but she’d swallowed way too much as well.

Her body heaved and Anna gripped tighter if it was even possible for her to do so.

It was a few moments of that, Leah’s body instinctively trying to eject the water it had taken while Anna tried her best to keep her on one spot so she didn’t start drowning again. Finally, when her heart rate began to settle, they worked their way slowly back towards shore. The idea of flipping the stupid boat back over and trying to scramble inside was lost on them. They just needed to get to the nearest piece of dry land and they could walk the rest of the way back to camp.

They worked silently, Anna pulling an embarrassing load of the weight because Leah was drowsy with the post-adrenaline crash. It wasn’t until they were both standing, Leah hips-deep and Anna a little deeper, that Leah spoke.

“If the upturned kayak could hold two of us, the stupid door could have held an army.”

She didn’t look behind her as Anna started giggling.

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Bonus Epilogue

Bran stared at his wife for a moment as he stood in the door. He had flown home early to meet her at the house because she had informed him of what had happened from her phone the moment she got service.

“There’s a sea dragon in the lake?” He repeated, confounded.

“Yes. And you can thank Anna that I’m alive. We thought it might have still been trapped and we could move it just the two of us, given the kayak had been returned to shore. But we also managed to return the kayak to shore so maybe it’s just a quirky adolescent sea dragon.” Her tone was dripping in maybe a little bit of sarcasm. She still, though Bran could imagine she had showered, smelled of the lake and of some sort of almost-primordial magic. The latter scent had returned after the Singer, he wasn’t sure if this was part of that or the newly discovered sea dragon.

“We’ll have to find someone to move it.” Lest new witches come closer to his home. They’d just finished with the old ones, he wasn’t currently looking for a repeat. “Thank you for letting me know.”

#Leah Cornick #bad things happen bingo #bthb #requested in DM #and I am so glad that it was

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gurugirl · 5 months ago

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Okay so I have read all three extras and loved them. Even though the prequel blurb didn't make much sense because in the first chapter it was clear that she did find him attractive but never thought of him like that so I doubt she'd do that intentionally and it was also mentioned that after they danced together at the club only after that Harry thought of her while doing the deed. But it was hot so who cares. And now I have some things to say. Sorry I told you I'd be annoying because that's how I love. When I love something I just can't keep it in. So...

1. I was reading through the tags and there were so many requests for subby harry but I like their dynamic as it is. Because they're not super dom/sub and not super kinky. It's very comfortable very gentle very fragile at the moment, exactly like their relationship at the moment. Maybe when they're more into solid ground....one year or so later...they'd explore the kinkier side of their relationship. Idk to me it feels like their sexual dynamic very much reflects their emotional state, so the fragility of the situation (especially now that they decided to tell Leo) would affect the nature of their bedroom activities. And it's not like she's always been a dominant. It's quite evident that she's confident but she didn't initiate or control things with Leo. We don't know how she'd been with her past partners but she's been with Leo over two years now so she obviously isn't used to being in control now. And with Harry it happened naturally because he wasn't experienced and she was guiding him and he liked whatever she did. But she also lets loose and let's him have his ways. So it's very subtle dom/sub dynamic, which is perfect for them. But I love when Harry whines and begs. It's cute. I also like how confident harry is in general. He's a natural flirt and knows he's attractive and good learner too. He can very well turn into a soft dom and have control and she'd love it. I can imagine him being jealous and dragging her into her room and growling in her ear and just teasing her until she begs and she'd love every minute of it. But he'd still be gentle. We've seen him being very persuasive and her almost giving in to him. She becomes week and loses herself when he's in a commanding attitude. So I wouldn't be surprised if they switch roles. But I think there's no roles they just go with the flow. Like how she let him do what he wanted when she visited him in his dorm and he became subby when they reunited.

2. One more thing I noticed someone said is if yn would ever feel guilty of taking harry away from so many experiences he could have. I remember reading that Harry has dated and had done sexual things before yn. Yes he is only having sex with her. But it's not like Harry doesn't know what being with other people feels like. He gave and received head before and he said none of them did it for him like yn does. So he's not missing out on anything really. They can have all the experience together and they can experiment together

3. Did Parker not recognise Harry at the club? She must know who Leo's son is. I don't think Leo is the type to show photos of his son to his girlfriend so she might not know how Harry looks like. She also must know about the arrangement that yn and Leo have so even if she recognised her at the club or later in her photo, maybe she thought it was someone yn is seeing other than Leo

4. What would Anne think about the situation? Would Harry tell her and would she be supportive and understanding? Or would she hate yn?

5. Harry needs to give yn a nickname that he calls her by. Not ma'am or yn. Ma'am is for bedroom and teasing purposes only. But he needs to call her something sweet but not baby because she calls him baby. Love is very common. I want him to call her something unique that suits their relationship

I was already obsessed with stepdadharry series. But he's mostly an asshole so I'm not really emotionally attached to that. But Oh My God!!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!! You don't understand, A Good Boy has changed my brain chemistry. Like I could die and come back to life just to read this fucking story. And I'm not exaggerating when I say that I have not been able to think about anything else since I started reading this. You're gonna ruin me Miss Guru if you don't bring them back. They're my babies and I love them so much. I can't not think about them and I have came up with so many scenarios and I saw so many good ideas in the tags. I'm gonna remind you of them in another ask cause this is getting too long. Please don't block me 😭

I would never block you for sending me feedback and putting so much thought into what you want to tell me. This is truly amazing - once again!

Thank you so much for this.

For point 1 - I think a more subrry dynamic would be ocasional or not often bc I agree - he’s not truly submissive nor is she truly dominant. There could be elements due to the age difference but overall it’s just as you said.

Point 2 - I think YN dealt with all her guilt before she realized Harry just wanted her. I think they’re both comfortable with everything and now they’re just glad to be together so I agree with you!

Point 3 - I wanted to do a follow up for that part with Parker having posted that video but I think it’s something where there were so many people she didn’t realize who she was videoing. She may have been intoxicated herself and just took a video. Parker might recognize YN but maybe not Harry. Either way I imagined that she didn’t record them specifically, it was just a quick moment of them and then the rest of the video but she didn’t realize.

Point 4 - Anne would definitely have her reservations about YN bc it’s obvious YN married Leo for his money - that was never a secret. So Anne may not trust YN but I think Harry could eventually convince her and she’d come around.

Point 5 - I would love to think of a cute nickname! I’ll have to consider it 💕

Appreciate all your thoughts hon!

Xoxo

#ask #a good boy

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daughterofhecata · 1 year ago

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

I was tagged by @a-different-equation, thank you for that!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

...520, as of right now.

2. What’s your total A03 word count?

Right now it's 916,952 words. If I can get somewhat out of this writing slump, I should be able to crack the 1mil next year.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Drei Fragezeichen/Three Investigators pretty much exclusively (506/520) with the occasional Tatort (Berlin) fic thrown in.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Don't tell him! (DDF, Peter/Bob)

Eine Studie in Flurfunk (Tatort Saarbrücken, Leo/Adam)

comfort (Kingsman, Eggsy/Merlin)

Truth or Dare (Criminal Minds, Derek/Spencer) (don't look at this one. it's bad.)

the answering to every prayer i prayed (DDF, PB&J)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yep! Love it! Because fic writing is also about community and i love talking to people about fic!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

...probably 9mm, although some of the oneshots in the sometimes suffering is just suffering collection probably aren't much better (special mention for Kammerspiel, I guess.). If you go look at these, please mind the tags.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write a lot of fluffy shit and I do love my happy endings, two fics that specifically come to mind are Vegas Wedding (Peter/Skinny wedding) and weil dieses timing immer irgendwas gegen uns hat (Cotta/Victor, who meet five times over the years but the timing is only right the sixth time and they're so so relieved they finally get to be together).

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

I got one weird comment a long time ago that boiled down to "trans!Cotta is unrealistic and not canon" (okay, chill?) and more recently (i think earlier this year or late last year) someone going "please block me so I don't have to see your fics anymore" (dude, just exclude me from the search???) but apart from that it's been quiet, although there do seem to be some people in the broader fandom that absolutely loathe me (or so I've been told xD).

9. Do you write smut?

*looks at the past two years' Kink January fills* *looks at the current Kink January fills I should be writing* ...sometimes? xD

10. Do you write crossovers?

Don't think I have yet. Although there is a poem in my drafts that I wrote for a Creative Writing seminar that parallels Lolita and Persephone, I guess that counts as a crossover in ao3 terms?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone asked me a long time ago on ff.net if they could translate one of my johnlock fics but idk if they ever posted it. Also my little brother used to translate my johnlock fic into german for english practice xD

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Well, we started something last year, but I've never finished/published a co-written fic.

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

...you can't ask me that. I can't possibly answer that.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

...there are a lot of those. Let's all keep our fingers crossed I'll eventually finish the perfect part about it is: it's all that i've got because I'm actually still mad passionate about it.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Dialogue, I like to think.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Long fic, no discussion. I'm decent at oneshots and short-ish multi-chaps, but real actual long fic is a battle.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Sure! Love it! Currently it's mostly the occasional french phrase for Victor, but there is abandoned Inglourious Basterds fic on my hard drive where the dialogue switched between English, German, and French.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

It's still out of hell, I'm pretty sure. Necessary Tragedies is also up there tho.

Tagging (no pressure tho): @crazy-walls, @peppsta, @alintheshitposter, @manahiel, @lalalenii & @pointwhitmark.

#i was tagged #thanks again!#this was fun!#kaj rambles #my stories #seriously tho. don't go look at the criminal minds fic. you can read the kingsman fic although i'd advise against it.#also we all know why 'don't tell him!' is my most kudos'd fic don't we 🙃

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thebigqueer · 1 year ago

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omg new year new fun tag game. ty for the tag!! this looks fun

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

49 currently but i have deleted or orphaned some so it could be more than that

2. what’s your total AO3 word count?

187454

3. what fandoms do you write for?

only riordanverse. i’ve considered writing for adventure time but i just don’t have enough passion for it

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Soft Touches in the Darkness (valgrace one shot)

moonlight (valgrace one shot)

Promise? (solangelo one shot)

Lost Voices (solangelo tartarus fic)

Secrets Uncovered in the Firelight (solangelo one shot)

5. do you respond to comments?

no cuz i’m shy 😭 but i do sometimes if someone’s comment is particularly exciting or i like a take. i do always always appreciate the comments though they make me happy <333

6. fic with angstiest ending?

hmm… i would say Bottle the World (arcane au valgrace snippet) or Flaming Eyes (leo & jason)

7. fic with happiest ending?

probably New Year, Old Beginnings (valgrace secret santa au).

8. do you get hate on fics?

no not really. & i’m thankful for that!!

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

not publicly i don’t 🤭 but if you were to look through my docs there’s probably like one sexy piece with my ocs. idk if it counts as smut cuz they don’t actually do anything... it’s just toxic lesbian horny rage nothing really happens lol

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

i don’t really but i do have an arcane au. it’s not really a crossover i just kind of made up a plot for pjo characters based on the end of arcane lol. (arcane au snippets) WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED someone once asked me to do a (crackfic) she-ra & pjo crossover but i can't find the link unfortunately...

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t think so

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

nah

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes but weve only posted 2 before. all the other co-written fics never got finished unfortunately

14. what’s your all time favorite ship?

honestly i don't have one i think it really depends on my mood and what im reading at the moment.

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

ARCANE AU 😭 MY POOR ARCANE AU IM SORRY 😭 it's not that i wont write it its just that its never going to be coming out in full its all gonna be in one shots because i have 0 energy. also i had this one "immortal" au i tried writing a while ago and i still like the concept just not the characters i used at the time but i dont think ill write it again

16. what are your writing strengths?

i write a lot (as in my word counts are high per fic) but i dont really consider it a strength because i don't think length equates to the quality of a fic. a fic is good even if its short or long, and i like short fics more beacuse i feel like im feeling just as much in a shorter amount of time but other people might prefer long fics. its about what you write about and how you do it, not about length. ive also been told im pretty good at integrating introspection with dialogue but idk.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

also plot. it's like the fics that have a really dense and thought-out plot are the ones i never get to finish cuz i get too intimmidated after i finish planning them. i'll always plan them out in bullet points and then even when im almost done planning them out i just give up at the last minute and then never get them done lol. maybe one day i'll finally write something. i think if the plot isn't too dense then it's better off

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i think it's cool. i don't think i've done it yet but maybe i will one day.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

percy jackson. it was a solangelo fic in first person on wattpad 💀 WAITT SCRATCH THAT. when i was in 2nd grade me & bff at the time LOVED the rainbow magic books so i think we wrote something that was similar in plot to that. that was a banger series

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

i really liked "Stay. For Once." (lost trio fic) because it was my first time writing something for the lost trio and even though looking back i might change some things i think i really loved writing about them & thinking about their dynamic. i also really liked "Stars Bursting Across His Lips" (valgrace one-shot) not because i actually like the fic itself that much but it was really fun to write cuz i think driving on a highway at night is the sexiest most erotic most romantic thing anyone can do. i dont think i have a true favorite though.

tagging: @crushing-on-nico-di-angelo @perachel-heretic and anyone else who wants to do it. no pressure though

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @mrv3000

1. how many works do you have on Ao3? 195

2. what's your total Ao3 word count? 403 068

3. what fandoms do you write for? percy jackson and the olympians, heroes of olympus, trials of apollo, kane chronicles, magnus chase and the gods of asgard, nevermoor, her royal highness, roots of chaos, x-men (films mostly but some comic bleedover), avatar the last airbender, the legend of korra, the kyoshi novels, marvel cinematic universe, bbc ghosts, a song of ice and fire, doctor who, the locked tomb, star wars (prequels mostly), spiderman comics, rosewood chronicles, derry girls, dc (vaguely, comics)

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

rot with all the burnouts in the cell (dc marvel crossover)

oh my brother, my brother, my brother (who have you become in the wake of all that's happened?) (star wars timetravel)

breezeblocks bricking up my heart (my take on a dadneto reveal)

water into wine (five times percy was the son of dionysus and one time he was the son of poseidon)

5. do you respond to comments? i do my best

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

that's relative and i have so many fics that this probably isn't accurate but by my own measure it's probably don't want to fight the tide (nevermoor fic, being immortal sucks)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

again that's relative but i'd say there's a million roads to rediscover (pjo/hoo five times jason missed his sister, and one time he saw her again)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

occasionally i get like smarmy comments like one on a certain fic that the timeline didn't line up (it did + i had page references + it was tagged canon divergence anyway) but not really

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i have one so ig lesbian threesomes??

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i write so many crossovers i love putting characters in situations. probably rot with all the burnouts in the cell since it involved a ton of drama

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i think one of them but i can't remember which one. (technically this is studying) i'm trying to translate a few of my drabbles into scots gaelic

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

in part like it got started and then i got ghosted before anything else happened

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

the couple i've written the most about is a tie between morridence, fierrochase, and jadie, but i'd say i get the most feelings about ruegard

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Great the Roman is coming up to its third year anniversary this month and i only hit the halfway point a few months ago so we'll see

16. What are your writing strengths?

lesbians. probably emotional stuff if i'm being serious

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

plot. its part of the reason i only do oneshots about 1k-3k but i'd like to work on more big fics. part of the reason was i started a bunch back in 2021 and i'm still working on two of them

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

one of my fics has some dialogue in scots gaelic but i cannot remember for the life of me if its supposed to be 'S ann or 'S e form and its haunting me

19. First fandom you wrote for?

fun fact: i originally wrote on wattpad and published a fierrochase fic on the release day of the hammer of thor. it's called fierrochase and it Sucks but it might actually be the first one ever which is fun if not slightly haunting

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

well you don't know me. but i know you it's a asoiaf time travel fic from the pov of people who don't know. i feel like i really pushed myself with characterisation on it

tagging people who i think write fic @tragedykery @lesmiserablol @oh-hush-its-perfect @thebigqueer @aphrodititi @ethannku @speedytherandom

#tag game #sunny rambles

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leogichidaa · 2 years ago

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Where is the Loyalty? Regulus and Peter

It occurred to me yesterday (note: this has been in my drafts since October 8. Yesterday was over a month ago) that I've made a meta about the parallels between Remus and Regulus (The Great Pretenders) and James and Regulus (Mine!) and I'm constantly comparing and drawing parallels between Sirius and Regulus, but I've left poor Peter out! Which is really an oversight, because there's plenty to draw from in comparing their arcs.

A while back, I was discussing why I related to Regulus with a colleague. I brought up Regulus' (largely self-imposed) limited agency and the fact that he goes along with others' expectations, just floating through life like a leaf in a stream, subject to the mercy of the current. And my colleague's reply was, "Well, he was the ultimate follower until he wasn't." I think that applies to Peter as well.

The Ultimate Follower

Regulus, at least from the information we get in canon, was happy to follow the path laid out for him by his parents. Later, as an adolescent, his rebellious teenage act appears to be becoming an underling doing the bidding of a fascist terrorist leader. Kreacher tells us (emphasis mine):

and when he was sixteen years old, Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord. So proud, so proud, so happy to serve

So happy to serve...setting aside what it means for a house elf to talk about his beloved Master as someone who is eager to serve, that is quite the statement. Regulus, who was raised to believe that his blood made him superior, reportedly took pride in being an obedient and loyal follower and allowing himself to be subservient to others in the name of the cause.

Peter is also described consistently as a follower who seems to delight in taking a backseat to more powerful, assertive, and ambitious men. The first time he is ever mentioned he is described as "tagging around after" Sirius and James. He "hero-worshipped Black and Potter" according to McGonagall (and Regulus' Voldemort collage also smacks of hero-worship).

Everyone in Three Broomsticks during this conversation also calls Peter "little" about a hundred times. Regulus, too, is described as "smaller, slighter" than Sirius. A minor detail, but metaphorically, this plays into the idea that they are weaker, softer, less capable, and thus more naturally inclined to follow the lead of others.

Sirius mentions in the Shrieking Shack in PoA that Peter wanted to make sure Voldemort was the "biggest bully in the playground" before he committed to supporting him. He said that Peter "always liked big friends who'd look after you" and implied that Peter snuck around with "people who were stronger and more powerful" than him. Sirius also describes Regulus as "soft enough to believe [their parents]"; he sees Regulus as pliable and inclined to fall in line with stronger minded people.

Sirius also claims that he suggested the change in Secret Keeper because Voldemort would never suspect that a "weak, talentless thing" like Peter would be entrusted with the duty. He tells Harry "I doubt Regulus was ever important enough to be killed by Voldemort in person." He uses Voldemort's assumed low opinion of Peter and Regulus as a way to further degrade their value (which is...interesting).

It's worth noting that I think Sirius' assessment of both of them is flawed. I think he underestimates Peter to his great detriment. And, as I've mentioned before, he minimizes Regulus' agency and crimes to make Regulus' choices more palatable.

I don't think there's anything soft, weak, or cowardly about joining a war. 'Oh, but Leo, they were followers,' you might say. 'They were peer pressured into joining because they were too frail minded to decide not to actively fight in a war.' But that doesn't add up, imo, especially when you consider that they each betrayed their side in the end. When I was that age, I was soft-spoken, people pleasing, and cowardly. If my besties from high school were like, "hey, we're going to fight a bunch of violent bigots and risk torture and death, come join us," I would have wished them luck and then fled the country. Fuck that shit, I'm out.

The fact remains, though, that both Regulus and Peter were perceived as weak and inferior boys who clung to the apron strings of stronger friends and allies.

(It's interesting to note that in PoA, Harry imagines the scene of Sirius cornering and killing Peter and he pictures Peter looking like Neville. It's unsurprising that Harry makes that link with the information he has at the time, but the comparison to Neville isn't entirely off base in the end. Neville is also thought to be soft, weak, and incompetent, but turns out to be much stronger and more assertive than anyone would have expected.)

Until He Wasn't

Peter, who was "never in [James and Sirius'] league, talent wise", and Regulus who was never "important enough to be killed by Voldemort in person" had their limits to loyalty, as it turned out. We don't get any solid indication about why either of them decided to turn traitor to their side, but I'm going to speculate that being constantly underestimated didn't exactly engender allegiance in them.

In the glimpse of the marauder dynamic that we get in Snape's Worst Memory, it is clear that Peter is at the bottom of the friendship hierarchy. He plays the role of James' cheerleader and ego-booster and he's mocked by Sirius for it. In fact, the Pottermore article on Remus confirms that James and Sirius were never really inclined to be friends with Peter in the first place:

Remus, always the underdog's friend, was kind to short and rather slow Peter Pettigrew, a fellow Gryffindor, whom James and Sirius might not have thought worthy of their attention without Remus's persuasion.

Not thought worthy of their attention...ffs. Well, he certainly got their attention in the end and showed he was talented and clever when he systematically ruined their lives.

For Regulus, I think Voldemort discarding Kreacher was very much symbolic of the lack of care and respect that Voldemort had for the old pureblood families, like the Blacks. I think the horror of the Horcrux was the primary motivator for Regulus to disavow Voldemort, but I think the disrespect was deeply important to him as well. His letter to Voldemort starts with "I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret." It was not enough for him to steal the Horcrux, he needed Voldemort to know that it was little teenage Regulus who fucked him over in the end. Unfortunate that Voldemort never actually found out he stole it because Harry got there first.

I think that both Regulus and Peter had strengths that were often overlooked because they were compared to more boisterous, outspoken people like Sirius. I think they were both eager for some recognition of their value and had a strong desire to prove themselves, which was likely a draw that brought them into the war in the first place. But in the end, they were neither of them content with the way their side treated them. Regulus decided, more wisely, "fuck everyone", stole a Horcrux, and promptly died. Peter, for whatever reason, decided to keep being an underling, just for a different, objectively worse, boss. In the end, though, he, like Regulus, died at the hands of Voldemort's magic for defying Voldemort.

#Regulus Black #Peter Pettigrew #hp meta

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drawnaghht · 2 years ago

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hmm so last week i was trying to think of why it might be that ppl suddenly started shipping Rise Leo and Yuichi Usagi (a "never met" crossover ship) when the Usagi Chronicles series was teased in 2021* and I think it might just be because it's so easy to change this iteration of both the ship and characters - a lot of the appeal of fanworks these days is full bespoke fan AUs and redesigns.

so I think this Usagi was just easier to sorta project new ideas onto, since he doesn't come with 35+ years of comics history. He's like a clean slate. especially if folks don't watch/don't care to look into the series.

which I kinda get, from an artistic perspective, creative endevours are always more fun if they're new and something you can make your own, right? or at least that's one possible aspect (of both this and fanworks in general)

but from a fannish perspective, my brain is also going like, "oh noo, my blorbo..." xD

and it's also a bit sad that folks ignore the og comic completely in some cases or just, don't look into it out of interest at all lol. I guess I kinda get that too, sometimes in some areas of the world, comics are really hard to get by and maybe some are like me, who want to read them on paper. It might also just be that older comics are unappealing to younger fans (?) but that would wholly be an assumption, since we don't really know all the reasons other people don't get interested in things like comics. I doubt many Rise fans have read the og TMNT comics either (it's fine, cuz again, younger audience + that's sorta the point various animated series sometimes - to get the new audience into the old comics - and sometimes it doesn't go like that)

the other thing is also that technically, Yuichi Usagi seems to be like the Gaumont/Netflix crew's way of making like a fun fanwork in the form of Samurai Rabbit: the Usagi Chronicles. Many of the project leads were fans of Usagi Yojimbo and even some of the voice actors had read the comics as kids or had seen Usagi in the old TMNT series (from the SDCC interview with Stan and crew). Boy even has the Stan Sakai signature under his shoes, lol x3 So he is in some way already a fan-character and has a lot of those "new character" features that might be appealing to some (the hair and clothes are very "generic modern boy") and appealing to change drastically as well.

but anyway, yeah like... I've been around fandoms for a long while so I don't mind much that people are gonna have different tastes abt fanworks and how to write characters, etc. Everybody ships their niche ships differently. it's just interesting to think about, cuz there's so many ways to make fanworks in general and so many ways to define fandom or fandom ships and so on. like it's just something interesting I realized while having a bus ride.

*you can correct me on when the leochi/leochi ship became popular and when people started properly watching the SRTUC series, at least going by tumblr tags (more reliable than twitter, for tags at least) and I'll make any corrections about the timeline of tags here on tumblr xD Going back through the tumblr tag for "leosagi" and "leoichi" you can see a sort of a sharp drop in old leosagi "content" (fanart, fic, posts etc) and then the new stuff, mixed in with various fan designs for a Rise!version of Miyamoto Usagi and other designs and ideas. but I think there needs to be some sorta archive blog for this cuz honestly, going through the tumblr tags without a pages system is... so annoying xD Like I am not in university anymore so I don't feel like doing this sorta stuff (archiving by screenshots or by reblogs) but dang.... sorta feels like this would be nice to have lol

#leoichi #rise leo #yuichi usagi #it's interesting #aghht fantalk #THIS WAS SUPPSED TO BE A SHORT FUNNY POST.....

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rainytea · 3 years ago

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Hello! If it's not a bother and if requests are open can I please request an Elliot (from Pandora Hearts) headcanon in which he sees his s/o (if you do this kind of request of course!) Who slowly learn to stand up for themselves? Please don't do that if you aren't comfortable with it or just simply don't want to do it! I hope you have a great day/night 💕

Elliot with an Insecure S/O Headcanons

Rating: SFW

Tags/CW: Insecure reader, minor bullying.

Elliot is a major grump but proud man.

Is a really stubborn man, even Leo has a hard time controlling him.

He doesn’t like people who don’t hold the same amount of pride as him, but he is understanding and selfless.

So, when he met you sitting alone, he didn’t think much.

You were just one of many poor saps at this school that sat alone.

Leo, being the best of boys he is, was the one who dragged Elliot to go talk to you when you sat by yourself in the library.

“Would you mind if we sit here with you?” Leo politely said.

To be honest he didn’t even have to ask. You would have probably let them anyway.

At first, it was hella awkward.

Seriously, what were you supposed to say when a grump and his friend sat next to you?

Though a book you had next to you probably caught both of their attentions.

Leo always was the one to invite you to hang out with them.

Little did they know that you were a little ball of nerves that people kept harassing.

He was so confused and angry when he found out you get bullied.

Would always ask why you don’t stand up for yourself. When you didn’t have an answer he felt angrier.

Not because Elliot didn’t like you.

Though him, admitting that he has a crush? Lol yeah right

He totally did though. This boy ain’t slick.

If you dense af like me though, you probably didn’t catch on. Or maybe you thought he was just tolerating you.

He had to blurt out that he liked you and you deserve better than to be treated like trash!

Was an odd confession but how could you say no to the knight who had your heart

At least, that’s what Leo tells everyone.

Elliot would take care of them a couple of times but usually was frustrated that you would just let yourself be bullied like that.

Though once you start crying or apologizing he softens up to you and does his best to comfort you.

He kinda sucks at damage control though so good luck.

Looks like he’s gonna be sticking around you a lot more.

It's not like he had a problem with it. He got to be closer to his crush and help boost their spirits!

Sometimes he would pretend to be mean. Roleplay with him as the bully and you as well...you…

That was good until you recluded and he spent the next day trying to win your affection back.

Thankfully it usually worked.

In the meantime, he found himself sticking up for you.

Anyone who dared look at you with ugly eyes would be catching some hands. Or at least being threatened by Elliot.

Just when Elliot was about hopeless with you.

You surprised him by actually telling your bullies off!

It came out of nowhere but that didn’t matter.

Proud boyfriend moment~!

Doubt he was right there, but that didn’t stop him from patting you on the head once the bastards left.

Now if he can get you to continue doing that…

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The library was relatively quiet. As it should be. The whispers of pages being flipped, or the hushed hums of students speaking to each other were the only noises that the pair could hear.

As it should be.

The back of the library brought a serenity that they both craved. Tucked away from the commotion from the rest of the giant room. A sea of bookshelves surrounded them as if they were in their little world.

A pair of iced-over blue eyes peered from the pages of a tattered red book. Only to return to the jungle of pages seconds later. Whatever was printed in the pages wasn’t his concern. Not when they sat so sweetly across to him.

Unlike the youngest Nightray, they were engulfed in the pages of a book. Enjoying whatever story that was spelled out before them. They looked so elegant…so peaceful. They were the perfect personal audience for the dust-coated book. They were the perfect spectacle for Elliot’s eyes.

“Ugh, they’re here.” A piss-poor whisper.

“Look, they’re reading again. That’s so lame.” A louder snicker.

Elliot would snap his eyes over at a group of students that were huddled behind a bookshelf, using gaps between the books to become the worst spies in human history. While they weren’t great spies, they were great pain in the asses. The group always tormented his crush. Spouting out whatever drama from their mouths to stir their emotions up. Normally, Elliot wouldn’t care. But he knew it hurt them.

He couldn’t count the times they shrank because of that group. How many times they would sulk down to take the group’s foul mouths. How many times have they allowed themselves to be treated worse than trash? What scum.

Even now, they couldn’t do anything but bury their face in their book.

“I’m sure Nightray only feels sorry for them. Even the dorky-looking one isn’t here.” One of the girls in charge snickered behind painted nails.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead with them. Elliot must be desperate for friends.”

His teeth gridded from the damn gossip they spewed out. How could a group be that cruel to someone so gentle? That was it. They needed to be taught a lesson. Even if words weren’t enough. Elliot pushed himself away from the wooden table and stomped towards them which made the group laugh more.

“Maybe if you spent more time in the library you’d learn to be quiet..or learn something in general.”

That didn’t come from the Nighray boy. It didn’t come from the absent ‘dorky’ one either. The group would peer at their victim who was peering from their book with a bored expression. They knew what they said. Though everyone else was shocked that they grew the guts to say it. A faulty poker face hiding behind the book they were reading.

“What did you say?!” The girl yelled, which caused other students to hush her. Giving her dirty looks for disrupting the serenity of the library. They were making quite the scene. Before the group could head towards them, a librarian cleared her voice asking if there was any problem. They would scoff and turn to leave the library.

He was dumbfounded. Months had gone by with Elliot trying to get them to say something to that group. To tell them off, only to be met with them protesting, saying that it was okay. The last thing he expected was his lover to retort against that group.

“I can’t believe I did that!” They hid their faces in their book as if they were trying to jump into the pages and disappear.

“That came off so mean! Maybe I should apologize!”

For once the beige-haired young man formed a smile on his face going back over back to their table. Before he sat down, his soft hand would pat their head to reassure them which made them turn red, and set the book down to look at his smile.

It was a good start.

#arieseongie #pandora hearts #elliot nightray #readerfic #reader insert #insecure reader

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teetlestansecond · 2 years ago

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i haven't been productive at all and even though nobody asked for this i'm thinking about my ocs and until i can be productive and work on my fic or my inbox we'll just be talking about my characters so!!

more oc headcanons !!

artemisia! 🛍️

she's the person in a group that will order the closest thing to chicken tenders on any menu, even at the fanciest restaurant.

lo-fi queen, if she isn't listening to her usual music she'll play one of her lo-fi playlists.

she's developed an intricate tagging system for her wardrobe so she knows what color, fabric, and style each item is.

she rarely wears sunglasses out, but when she does it's a very specific, hot pink pair that she claims makes her feel like barbie.

a firm believer in aliens and even firmer believer in making friends with different species. she was utterly devastated that the first aliens they encountered were so set on violence.

atari! 👾

if you let her choose your hangout activity, she will take you bowling.

believes beyond a shadow of a doubt that there's a queen song for any situation you can think of.

she set different ringtones for each of her contacts, even if it would have been easier to not do that.

instigates the stupidest fights ever between leo and donnie because watching them argue over the pronunciation of "gif" brings her more joy for the hour they go at it than she gets in the rest of her week.

she could live in a thrift store, she loves them so much.

as a firm believer in the medic leo headcanon, i know she gives leo all her notes and textbooks from her nursing classes.

rhys! 🛼

believes in his heart that going to get korean barbecue is one of the most luxurious things you can do.

he's a chronic movie hopper and he's good at it, he'll pay for one movie and end up watching three.

could not keep a surprise secret if he wanted to. genuine secrets aren't a problem but he gets so excited about surprises that he'll end up giving it away accidentally.

he's a dancer at heart, but he's also a talented drummer and considers sheila e. his idol.

fashion king, can and will put together the most iconic looks you have ever seen in your life.

talise! 🔮

they have a massive collection of journals and almost none of them have been used. the ones that have are nowhere near being filled, aside from the ones they're using as their grimoire.

they always carry a piece of selenite in their purse, they're not going anywhere without it.

they have seen every 90s sitcom and will force others to rewatch their favorite episodes as a bonding activity.

secretly an even bigger comic nerd than the boys, but they almost exclusively read superhero comics.

they love a good slasher movie or thriller, but won't watch outright horror movies.

vinny! 🧪

she has a cloaking device disguised as a scrunchie and a false identity, both of which she used to obtain a driver's license and a car. sometimes when she's not having a good time she goes on night drives and finds the most obscure little places to distract herself.

she will force someone to sit in the kitchen with her whenever she cooks so she can pretend she's on a cooking show.

she watches old cartoons more than she watches anything else and will physically fight people who give her a hard time about it.

a little bit obsessed with architecture and interior design and rants often about her dislike for postmodern design.

she has never been able to pick a favorite color, but gives everyone different answers to confuse them.

#zennie's ocs #rottmnt oc #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt

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ironmandeficiency · 4 years ago

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I saw y'all discussing potential zodiac signs for Pascal's characters, what's your take on the major ones? I personally believe Marcus Pike is a cancer, Catfish's a pisces, Din's a virgo, Whiskey's an aries, Oberyn's either a leo or a libra, Ezra's a gemini or a sag, but I lean towards gemini. Javier's the poster child for Scorpio. Don't know about Maxwell Lord.

pedro character star signs

i’m so sorry it took so long, i was tweaking this so much bc i wanted to make sure i got it right! these are just what i think based on my astrology opinions, i hope you like it! 💕 i added their moon signs for flair bc i can. gonna tag a few friends i think may be interested, hope it’s not an inconvenience

max phillips: aries sun & moon. his ambition and charisma paired with the carefree attitude and optimism are an optimum fire sign duality and despite the fact i shouldn't, i love it so much. he has an inner child that he spoils with the riches of his conquests (good and bad) & gets emotional contentment when he succeeds in achieving his goals. knows what he wants & is quick to make those wants known. you never have to worry about where you stand with him because he will not hesitate to tell you.

javier peña: taurus sun with scorpio moon (the real guy is a taurus & i can see it but w heavy scorpio influence). he has his own structure and routine and will fight to the death to maintain it. very work oriented & does his best to rationalize his emotion-driven scorpio moon with his taurean logic, it's a tossup as to whether it works half the time. has a lot of emotional needs that aren't always met day to day & thats why he smokes and drinks and fucks. but don’t let anything make you doubt his love for you because the only thing stronger than his stubborn streak is his heart and its capacity to love you so damn much.

maxwell lord: libra sun with a sagittarius moon. the charisma? attractive and engaging af. oddly adept at chameleoning himself into whatever social group he's trying to vibe with. will draw eyes no matter what because so many people know him & if they don't already, they sure as hell want to. it takes him a while to learn to balance healthy relationships and his work life but when he does, you can visibly see how much healthier he is because of it. normally tends to his emotions in private but with help, he can start sharing a bit more. more optimistic than he sometimes should be but it could be worse

frankie morales: pisces sun with a cancer moon. his caring and sometimes cautious nature (with a twinge of homicidal tendencies) make him one that you don't just casually fuck with sexually or otherwise. catches feelings very easy & makes a lot of emotionally-driven decisions. these two water signs have a propensity towards codependence & defensiveness when hurt. is at his best when he feels loved and is supported by those he loves. emotions are always fluctuating and there’s some trouble with self-discipline (which is not the same as self-deprecation). because of this, he needs someone who can ground him

jack "whiskey" daniels: his swagger!! his charm!! his generosity!! the protectiveness over people he cares about!! this has the makings of a leo sun. this charismatic sun sign paired with his capricorn moon create a living example of the most balanced "work hard, play hard" you've ever seen. has a tendency to set high standards for himself and others & is a smidge more accepting when people fuck up, wanting to help them be better in the future. his emotions are often repressed in the name of responsibility but when he feels safe, he isn’t shy about them in the slightest. very confident in his skills & one of those that he’s the proudest of is his ability to cheer you up when you’re sad

din djarin: he is the most virgo virgo to ever virgo, a double whammy of it in both his sun & moon placements. very logical, disciplined, and tradition-oriented. knows how to bargain and budget, approaches problems with as little emotional attachment as he can (doesn't always work though), and is selfless af. needs something to keep him from being a worry wart bc otherwise he will spend every waking moment fretting over anything he can find. remarkably well-rounded & somehow the most emotionally stable

ezra: everything about this man radiates aquarius sun + gemini moon and you will never convinve me otherwise. he's just enough of an intellectual elitist (the big words and flowy shakespearian vocabulary) for it to border on unique and fun & annoying as fuck. every aquarian i've met has a quirk that sets them apart from everyone else & ezra's quirk (besides murder) is his vocabulary. it takes him a long time to learn to not talk over people on accident (sometimes he does on purpose just to be a bastard), but you can tell when he’s really trying to be conscious of it.

marcus moreno: now this man is what you call a pisces. a softie with a heart of gold that is constantly being underestimated, he has more power than most think. his silly and carefree nature detracts from the badassery he's capable of so it sometimes catches you off guard when he goes into Badass In Charge™️ mode but it’s there. his moon is also in pisces, which adds to his gentility and desire to be understood by his partner. this man just needs some love dammit, give it to him already!! his empathy makes him the Cool Dad™️ bc missy and literally any other kid get the vibe of “yeah this adult will actually listen to me and value my opinions”

dave: capricorn sun, aries moon. he thrives with people who can handle their own shit competency kink anyone? and doesn’t have patience with those who should know better. his standards are higher than a stoned giraffe, and is at his best in controlled environments. has a strong sense of self & a short list of people he would risk it all for. not as outwardly expressive but he does have a couple cues that you learn over time. also knows what he wants and is very meticulous in how he goes about getting it; there are very few places where he takes no for an answer. is a very good provider but don’t expect him to be mushy when you thank him for things he does for you.

oberyn martell: gemini sun & leo moon. he’s got more charisma than can fit in the ocean and sometimes it gets him into trouble. this man thrives on validation from loved ones. there is never a worry about not knowing what he’s feeling because oh boy is this man expressive. he’s a protector and a provider (and a gossip but don’t let him hear you say that). can and will cause a scene if there’s ample opportunity, he enjoys watching shit go down. will only interfere if it directly impacts him or someone he really cares about but otherwise will just pop the popcorn and pull up a seat. somehow has all the details of everything that ever happens but you learn to not question it.

pero tovar: scorpio sun (but specifically october scorpio) & aquarius moon. he’s highly rational when it comes to emotions but does have a temper. he’s observant af of his environment & the emotions of everyone around him, and chooses his actions carefully based on those. doesn’t confront his deeper emotions as often as he should bc it’s easier to default to Angy™️ and let the rest of the world come to their own assumptions. has no tolerance for lies and other bs, wants the truth and though it makes him seem power-hungry and manipulative, that’s not his intention. it’s just his way of looking for someone he can trust with the most intimate parts of him

marcus pike: this man? taurus sun, cancer moon. has a fear of abandonment that takes a while to quell but once it’s gone, he’s all in. he’s very empathetic and observant af, will know exactly what you need before you voice said need. will feel guilty for his baggage sometimes and the guilt will make him recluse for a short period until he’s reminded just how appreciated he is. does not play around when it comes to affection & is very eager to give and receive it whenever possible

my friends that i think might be interested: @scribbledghost @autumnleaves1991-blog @dyke--grayson @max--phillips @dindjarindiaries @pikemoreno @ohnopoe @pedropasscals @forever-rogue @engineeredfiction @bitchin-beskar

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futurebicon · 4 years ago

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Dusk Till Dawn

I was gonna post this later but I physically can not wait any longer.

Apologize in advance

CW- death, panic attack, screaming, crying, fighting, accidental slight domestic abuse, self-harm, depression, anxiety, mention of child abuse, food, suicide attempt, hospital, dissociation, grief, hurt, blood, overdose, surgery

Remus didn’t know what to do or how to help.

All he could do was hold Sirius as he kicked and screamed and cried and punched and gasped for air.

“I’m so sorry,” Remus whispered even though he knew his husband wasn’t processing what he was saying. “I’m so sorry.” Tears streamed down his face.

Remus didn’t know how much time had passed since they got the call.

Heart attack.

Overworked with physical activity.

Celeste had called them crying.

It was at least an hour later when Sirius collapsed against him, exhausted from the meltdown.

“It’s gonna be okay.” Remus kissed the top of his head.

“I can’t, Re. Please,” Sirius gasped out quietly. “I can’t.”

“Shh, I know. It’s gonna be okay.” Remus held him tighter.

“I don’t want. I don’t want to.” He sobbed.

Remus had nothing else to say until his phone rang.

“Hey, Logan.” He asked the call.

“Did Celeste tell you?” Logan’s voice was a broken sob.

“Yeah,”

“Okay, uh, is Sirius okay?” He asked.

“Not at all. Are you?”

“No.” He sobbed. “No.”

“Logan I’m so, so fucking sorry.”

Dumo had been a father to everyone on the team but it was different with Sirius and Logan. They had lived with him for years, had breakfast with him in the morning and dinner with him at night, watched TV together, talked to him about what was going on in their lives. He was truly their father.

Even more so for Sirius.

Sirius never understood what a father was supposed to be like until he met Dumo.

He knew they weren’t supposed to hit their kids but he didn’t know that they were supposed to love them.

Dumo was the first person to truly, truly care about him.

Yes, Regulus loved him and cared for him but that was different.

Sirius didn’t know what love was so he ran away from it. Not joining in on dinners, staying in his room, not speaking unless spoken to.

But Dumo never let him get too far. He didn’t push Sirius to join them or talk with him but he didn’t let him think he was alone.

Slowly Sirius stopped trying to escape it and instead started to welcome it.

It still took a while for him to truly open up, but Dumo was always there.

Dumo was always there.

He didn’t leave when Sirius would flinch away from his touch or fast movements or loud sounds.

He didn’t leave when he walked into Sirius’s room while the teenager was having a full-blown panic attack that left him paralyzed.

He didn’t leave when Sirius gave him a black eye because he was trying to wake him up from a nightmare.

He didn’t leave when he saw the bandages.

He never left.

Even when Sirius moved out he was still there.

Remus didn’t know who Sirius would call or what he would do without Dumo.

“Arthur’s gonna call us all in tomorrow and tell the rest of the team.” Logan pulled him back to reality.

“They don’t know?” “No, uh, Celeste only told me, you, and Arthur.”

“I’ll see how Sirius is but I doubt we’re going to be able to go” Remus looked down at Sirius, who had fallen asleep after exhausting himself.

“Yeah neither of us have to go. I still don’t know if I’m going to.”

“Let me know if you are.”

“I will,” Logan told him. “Alright, um, tell Sirius I’m here if he needs me.”

“I’ll tell him, but know that we’re here for you too.”

“I know.” Logan let out another sob he had been holding in and hung up quickly.

+++

Sirius and Remus stopped when they walked into the conference room.

“Hi,” Celeste sadly smiled at them, obviously exhausted.

“I did-didn’t know you were coming.” Remus stammered.

“I can’t stay long. I just had to come by and help write the statement to give to the league.” Celeste met Sirius’s eyes as she explained.

Sirius quickly looked down at the ground.

“Hey, Sirius.” She said softly.

“I can’t.” He looked up with tears streaming down his face. “Celeste I don’t know- I can’t.”

Celeste wrapped him in her arms as he fell into her sobbing.

“He loved you so much, Sirius. He was so, so proud of you.” Celeste told him as everyone left the room to give them time alone.

“I don’t know what to do.” He pulled away.

“Come talk,” she led him over to the table.

“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to deal with me. You should be with your kids.” Sirius wiped his eyes but the tears were still falling.

“You’re my son just like Marc and Louis are. Now talk to me.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel.” He admitted.

“What do you feel?”

“I don’t know. I can’t explain it. It’s like I can feel all the emotions but I’m also numb to them but not fully numb because they still hurt.” He sobbed. “Celeste it hurt. It hurts so fucking bad. It hurts.”

“I know it does sweetheart. I know.” She hugged him again.

“I don’t think I can do this.” He shook his head. “I can’t handle this feeling. I need it to stop.”

“Hey, none of that.” She cupped his cheek. “Adele and Katie and Marc and Louis already lost their father, they don’t want to lose their brother too.”

“I don’t want them to but I can’t take this.”

“You can Sirius. You’re strong. It’s going to get better. I know we’re all gonna miss him more than anything. But it will stop hurting so much.”

Sirius could only cling to her and sob.

++++

“Hi, baby.” Remus hugged Sirius as he walked out of the room with Celeste.

Sirius curled into his chest.

“I’m gonna head out,” Celeste told them with a sad smile. “The kids are with their grandparents and the team’s already here.”

They said their goodbyes and walked into the main lounge where half the team was already gathered.

“You okay?” James asked Sirius who could only shake his head and collapsed onto the couch, letting Remus pull him onto his lap.

The previously happy energy in the room dulled as they waited for the rest of the team to trickle in. The energy rose slightly as they cracked jokes to lighten the mood.

“Alright now that you’re all here-”

“Dumo’s not.” Nado pointed out.

“I know,” Arthur said sadly.

“Hey if he gets to skip why couldn’t we?” Kasey protested.

“Make him do extra laps tomorrow,” Thomas told Arthur.

All of their remarks stopped as they looked over at Sirius as he sobbed into Remus’s chest. Logan had his arms crossed on his knees and head buried in his arms his body shook as Leo and Finn rubbed his back.

“Coach why’s Dumo late?” James looked at Arthur. The coach had tears streaming down his face.

“Why is Dumo late?” Kasey asked through clenched teeth.

“Celeste called last night.” He started to explain. “He had a heart attack.”

“No” Thomas shook his head.

“Oh god,” Lily threw her hand over her mouth.

“They tried to bring him-”

“Stop.” James shook his head in shock.

“I’m so sorry.” his voice broke.

The room filled with silent sobs.

“The league’s going to release a statement tonight,” Arthur told them before falling silent, letting them all process the news in silence.

“Celeste wants us to clean out his locker.” He said a few minutes later. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, she just wants to get everything out of it so she can keep some things. She said you can have anything you want from it.”

The team stood up numbly and walked into the locker room.

“You sure?” Remus asked Sirius as he climbed off his lap. Sirius nodded and grabbed onto his hand.

It was only silent whispers and cries as the team pulled things from his locker and stall.

“Stop,” Remus’s loud voice cut through the silence. “Sirius stop.”

They watched as Sirius punched Remus’s arms that were wrapped tight around his waist to hold him back.

“Let me go.” Sirius snarled, getting lifted off the ground when he tried to kick Remus’s legs. “Let me go.”

“I’m not gonna let you go until you calm down.” Remus held him tight.

Sirius didn’t stop.

The team watched their captain in shock and overwhelming sadness.

“Sirius, you have to stop. You’re going to make yourself sick, baby.” Remus tried to calm him.

Then Sirius is screaming.

Just screams.

And screams and screams.

They’re terrifying sounds. Torturously filled with panic and grief and sadness and desperation and anger and pleas.

He screams until his voice wears out and he can’t fight anymore. He turns around in Remus’s arms and screams with what little voice he has left.

Remus was shaking with sobs as he held his broken husband. Wishing he could fix everything that broke him.

Remus picked Sirius up as his knees gave out and carried him out of the locker room. Leaving everyone in silence.

++++++

It didn’t truly hit Remus until the league released a statement.

Then it hit hard.

They had breaking news on all the sports channels to explain his death and what it meant for the team.

Once the tweets started he made sure Sirius was still asleep after exhausting himself from breakdowns last night and quietly left the bedroom.

As soon as he stood in front of the sink he started shaking.

Moments later it all hit.

He sank against the wall with silent sobs.

He had lost people before, his grandpa, an uncle, but he wasn’t close with them.

He was close with Dumo.

Hell, he’s the reason he’s married to the love of his life.

His first thought when they got the call was Sirius.

And that’s who he had focused on since the call.

All the effort it took for him to try and be there for his husband, left little time to think about anything else.

But Sirius was asleep and all the tweets he was being tagged in that told him that they were sorry for his loss. Now he could process it.

He cried for Dumo, and Celeste, and Adele, Marc, Louis, Katie, the team, the fans, Logan, Sirius.

He cried for all of them.

He cried until he felt someone sit down beside him and pull him into their chest.

He was going to apologize for waking Sirius but his mind was racing too fast and all he could do was let Sirius hold him and cry.

+++3 Days Later+++

“Sirius?” Remus shot up as he felt the empty bed beside him. “Sirius?”

He ran out of the room calling his husband’s name with no response and, fuck, this wasn’t good.

“Sirius? Sirius.” Remus stopped as he looked into the ice rink in their basement.

Sirius was shooting pucks into the goal. Each shot more forceful and more powerful than the last.

“Baby,” Remus called out, getting his attention. But the black-haired man just shook his head after making eye contact. And went back to hit the black rubber.

“Baby.” He called out again. “Come back to bed. Please love?”

Sirius dropped his stick and stood in the center of the ice panting.

Remus could see the tears now that he was standing still. He was wearing simple grey sweatpants that he had stolen from Remus. But his heart jolted when he saw the hoodie.

It was Dumos lucky hoodie.

As much as the older man said superstitions were stupid, he never played a game without wearing it.

The once bright blue fabric was now a dull blue-grey color.

The red letters barely readable after too many washes.

The small New York Rangers logo was only noticeable if you knew it was there before.

The team always chirped at him for wearing it. “That’s betrayal, Dumo.”

Celeste had given it to Sirius earlier but he had refused to even touch it until now.

Sirius skated over to the side and took off his skates quickly before pushing past his husband.

“Sirius” Remus followed him up the stairs. “Hey, stop.” He grabbed his arm.

“Leave me alone.”

“Sirius calm down.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Sirius seethed and hit his hand away.

“Calm down and I won’t have to tell you to.”

“I fucking hate you.” Sirius gritted his teeth and pushed Remus in the chest.

“Don’t push me,” Remus told him firmly.

“I don’t know why I married you.” He pushed him again, with more force as tears streamed down his face.

“Stop pushing me.”

“I hate you.” He pushed him hard, Remus’s back hitting the wall.

“Sirius don’t fucking push me.”

“I HATE YOU.” He screamed and raised his fist.

“Don’t you dare,” Remus grabbed his hand before it could connect with his face before grabbing the other and holding them in a restraint. “You can scream and cry and tell me you hate me or that you don’t love me all you want, I’m not gonna stop you.” He told him firmly. “But I am never going to let you hit me.”

Sirius seemed to snap out of his trance and collapsed into Remus. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He sobbed and screamed.

“I know. I know you’re sorry. I know you didn’t mean to but no matter how angry you are, you can’t physically hurt me, or someone else, or yourself.” Remus held him.

Sirius could only sob.

“This doesn’t mean you’re your parents, Sirius.” Remus could read his mind. “Your parents hit for no reason. You tried to hit me because you’re angry and scared and devastated and so many other emotions that you don’t know how to handle.”

“That doesn’t make it okay.”

“No, it doesn’t make it okay. But there was still an understandable reason for it, meaning you aren’t your parents.”

“I didn’t- know- I- was- do-doing-ing it,” He gasped. “I don-don-t know-why- I- di-did- i-i-it-t-it.” He was hyperventilating at this point. His knees gave out and dragged both of them to the floor.

“You need to take deep breaths for me, baby. You’re going to pass out if you don’t slow your breathing down.” He kissed his forehead. “Try and match your breathing with mine.” He put Sirius’s hand over his chest.

Sirius choked and gasped for a few minutes before sobbing. “I-I can’t.”

“I know it’s hard but you’ve got to try my love. Breath with me okay.” He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. Repeating it until Sirius started to follow his rhythm.

“Good job baby.” He kissed his forehead again as his breathing slowed.

“I don’t know why I did it.” He hiccuped slightly.

“Baby you grew up in a world where abuse was a sign of emotion. If your parents were angry they hit. If they were disappointed they hit. If they were hurt they hit. You learned that if you’re hurting you make others hurt. Not verbally like some people do but physically. That’s what you had always known and accepted. And yes you aren’t controlled by their tactics anymore but your mind still remembers those lessons that you didn’t even know you learned.” Remus rubbed his back and rocked him slightly as he explained.

“Right now you are hurting more than you ever have before. And you are devastated and panicked and angry. And those are all normal and perfectly okay to feel. But your mind doesn’t know what to do with this level of emotions so it goes through everything that has happened when you felt these emotions until it thinks it’s found a way to get rid of them. In your mind anger had always and only meant pain and hurt. It’s not your fault baby. It’s not. But we’re gonna have to figure out a way to stop your mind from thinking that.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“I know you are. And just because it’s not your fault and that it’s not really you that’s doing it, does not mean I’m going to allow you to hurt yourself or someone else.”

“I’m so sorry.” Sirius sobbed again.

++++++++ 2 months later ++++++++

“And with 5 minutes left of practice, they come calling.” Arthur pulled out his ringing phone. “Hey, Loops.” He put the man on speaker. “Where are you?”

“The uh, um,” He sounded dazed and disoriented.

“Remus? Are you okay?” Arthur asked.

“Hospital. At the hospital.”

“What? Why?” James asked.

“Sirius, he, he, uh, ki- tried, cut. He tried to ki, ki-” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Oh god,” Leo breathed.

“Is he okay?” Logan asked.

“They pu-pumped his stomach.” He trailed off.

“Remus?” Arthur asked after a short stretch of silence.

“Sorry. He’s in surgery, on his, uhm, wrist. Was too deep.”

The team all stood in shock.

“Do you want us to be there?” Arthur asked him.

“Please.” Remus gasped.

“Okay. Yeah, we’ll be there soon. Do you need anything?”

“Clothes. There’s blood. Clothes?”

“Yeah someone will grab you a change of clothes.”

“In bag. Locker. Sirius’s. Clothes.” Remus seemed to be getting more and more disoriented.

“Alright, we’ll bring them,” Arthur told him as Finn dug through Sirius’s bag and pulled out a change of clothes.

“Okay.”

“We’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.” Remus hung up.

“Fuck” James collapsed into his best friend’s stall, sobbing.

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“Oh, shit” Kasey breathed when they turned the corner into the waiting room.

There was blood on Remus’s clothes.

Sirius’s blood was on Remus’s clothes.

“Hey, Loops.” Finn walked in and handed him the bag of spare clothes to change into.

“Hmm?” Remus blinked. “Oh, thank you.” He took the bag from him and stood up.

“Woah,” Finn caught him as he staggered. “You okay?”

“Fine.” Remus stood up and tripped out of the room on shaky legs.

He took one look in the mirror and ripped off his clothes, chucking them in the garbage. Quickly putting on the clean clothes that smelled like his lover, and started to wash the blood off his arms.

He scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until he felt the faucet turn off and the soap taken out of his hands.

“It’s off, Fruit Loops,” Thomas told him softly.

“I’m gonna lose him. I’m gonna lose him.” Remus whispered around the sob stuck in his throat.

“No, you’re not. You’re not gonna lose him. We’re not gonna lose him.” Thomas said firmly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Sorry.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“No need to apologize.”

“Um, thanks for, you know, coming to check on me.”

“I got your back Loop, we all do.” Thomas threw an arm around Remus, in support and to keep him upright, as they walked back to the waiting room.

“Remus.” Lily was there when they walked back in. “God I’m so sorry.”

Remus let her pull him into a hug and sobbed into her neck.

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Remus looked up when someone new walked into the waiting room.

“Hey,” He stood up as Celeste hugged him.

“How is he?” She asked when he pulled away, tears streamed down her face.

“I don’t know. Last thing they said was that he was in surgery.”

“What happened?” She asked softly as they sat down.

Remus let out a sob. “It’s my fault.”

“No, it’s not,” Celeste told him along with the rest of the team.

“It is. I knew something was off. I knew something was wrong.” Remus couldn’t hold back his sobs any longer.

“When he woke up he said he was going to get a drink but was going to come back to bed and I fell back asleep for a few minutes and he wasn’t back so I went to the bathroom cause the light was on but the door was locked and he wasn’t answering and I kicked down the door and he was pale and he wasn’t moving and the cuts kept bleeding and they wouldn’t stop. I tried to stop it but I couldn’t. They wouldn’t stop bleeding. There was so much blood and he wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t stop the bleeding.” He was hysterical by the end. Celeste pulled him into her arms and shushed him softly. “He had no pulse. He was dead. He kept dying in the ambulance. He wouldn’t stop dying.”

Celeste squeezed the distraught man until he calmed down.

“Fuck, sorry.” Remus pulled away and wiped his eyes. “I don’t know why I freaked out like that.”

“Remus, your husband is in the hospital. You’re allowed to freak out.” Arthur told him.

Everything stopped as the doctor walked in.

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Remus’s breath hitched as he stood in the doorway of Sirius’s stale hospital room.

His husband looked up at the noise.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius gasped. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, my love.” Remus rushed over to Sirius and leaned his forehead against the others.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” The distraught man kept repeating as tears fell fast.

“I love you. It’s okay. I love you. It’s okay.” Remus cupped his cheek and cried along with him.

“I’m sorry.” Sirius couldn’t stop repeating.

“Shh, shh. Don’t apologize. Baby, please don’t apologize.” Remus pressed his lips to his husband’s forehead, letting his lips linger on the warm skin.

Sirius’s words slowly and quietly faded out until only sobs left his mouth.

Remus pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed. He took Sirius’s hand lightly and tried as hard as he could to ignore the white bandages wrapped around his wrists.

They sat in silence as Remus rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand.

“Please say something,” Sirius pleaded.

“I thought I lost you,” Remus whispered.

“I'm sorry,” Sirius’s voice was worn out.

“I thought you died.” He gritted his teeth. “And I didn’t know what I was going to do. I didn’t know if I was going to live while you weren’t.”

“Please, please don’t say that,”

“It’s the truth, Sirius. You don’t want to live without Dumo and I don’t want to live without you,”

Sirius stayed silent.

“I have never felt so purely hopeless than I felt when I was in that bathroom. There was nothing I could do.”

“I’m so sorry I’m putting you through this.”

“Stop apologizing,” Remus begged.

“It was so stupid of me but I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I was two feet away. You promised you would come to me when you felt like this.”

“I didn’t want you to be mad at me.” Sirius wouldn’t meet his eye.

“What?” Remus breathed out. “Baby why would I be ma- have I done anything to make you think I would be mad?”

Sirius shook his head and stared down at his lap.

“Sirius, please. What did I do?”

“Nothing I promise that you didn’t do anything.” Sirius met his eye and looked back down.

“I will never. Ever. Be mad at you about something like this.”

“I’m sorry,” Sirius whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Remus pulled him into his arm, praying that he would never have to let go.

#I'm sorry #lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #coops #oknutzy #pascal dumais #celeste dumais #i cried #IM SORRY I WAS SAD AND THEN IT WOULDN"T LEAVE MY BRAIN

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lavendersblue32 · 4 years ago

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that’s my family

ok so little preface. I love love love the idea of coops with a daughter and her growing up with the biggest, sweetest family ever, so I made Thea. I’ve never posted on tumblr, let alone released my own writing so bear with me, but I had to put the idea down, so here it is. all characters are the incredible creation of @lumosinlove, but thea is mine :) <3

“Mr. and Mr. Lupin, welcome! I believe we've met before, on back to school night?”

Remus reached out to shake the teacher’s hand. Sirius gazed around the 3rd grade classroom. Art projects and geography posters plastered the walls. The teacher’s name, Ms. Bernard, was printed in copper letters on the front of her desk, to match the students name tags on the front of their desks. Sirius found Thea’s desk, smack in the middle of the front row. He smiled at the thought of Thea’s hand shooting up ambitiously at any question she knew, thrilled to share her knowledge.

“Yes, I believe that’s when we last met.” Sirius said, sharing a nod with Remus.

“Well, please come have a seat.”

Sirius pulled out one of the 3rd grade sized chairs sitting around a table at the front of the room.

“Oop, not quite hockey player sized.” Remus laughed, as he sat in the tiny chair, his knees barley fitting under the table. Ms. Bernard grabbed a folder off her desk, and joined them at the table. Sirius couldn’t help but feel anxious about the reason they were there. The teacher had only sent a brief email, asking him and Remus to come in for a meeting regarding Thea. He didn’t think Thea was in trouble. She couldn’t be. Or had he made a mistake as a parent?

Sirius felt Remus’ hand brush his own, linking them together under the table. Remus could tell Sirius was anxious.

“By the way, and I should’ve told you in the email, but Thea is absolutely not in any trouble.” Remus let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Thank goodness, we can call the boogey man and cancel his visit.” He smiled, as Sirius laughed heartily, his anxieties eased.

“In fact,” Ms. Bernard continued, “It's quite the opposite of trouble.” She pulled a typed paper out of the folder. “This past week, I gave the students an assignment to write all about their families. I’ve made it a point as a teacher to teach students about the importance of understanding and respecting our differences, and wanted to begin with the different types of families there are. It’s also a way for me to get to know the students since we’re only a few weeks into school.” She slid the paper across the table towards Sirius and Remus.

“Everyone did great with the assignment, but Thea...Thea’s family essay blew me away.” Sirius picked up the essay, scooting his chair closer to Remus so they could both read it. Thea was a smart kid, but what could be so phenomenal about a 3rd grade essay that the teacher had called the parents in? Remus began to read out loud.

“My Family

By Theadora Celeste Lupin

My name is Theadora but everyone calls me Thea, just because. Family is very important to me, because it’s always around me. My parents are Remus and Sirius Lupin. They are both my dad’s and I love them to the moon and back. They play hockey for the Gryffindor Lions. They drive me places, help me get better at hockey, and help me grow. Most kids don’t have two dads, or think it’s weird, but I don’t. They love me more than anything else, and that’s all that matters. My Papa’s mom and dad are Celeste and Pascal Dumais, and they are my grandma and grandpa. Meme Celeste teaches me to cook, and bon papa Dumo coaches my hockey team. My dad’s parents are Hope and Lyall Lupin. I call them hopey and lemon. We make the best pies together.

My papa’s brother, my uncle Regulus, is super smart, and he always helps me with my homework. He always watches movies with me too. My dad’s brother, my uncle Julian, always takes me to the park and lets me have ice cream before dinner sometimes. My uncle Leo calls me darlin’, and has a funny southern accent. We talk in french sometimes to confuse uncle Finn. Uncle Logan always braids my hair for me, and lets me wear his hats. Uncle Finn always has dance parties with me, and we build pillow forts when he babysits me.

My aunt Lily takes me shopping for clothes, and takes me out for girls days. She knows the girly things that Papa and Dad don’t know. Uncle James taught me Mario Kart, and always lets me win. Harry is James and Lily’s son, and he’s like my big brother. He always looks out for me, and lets me skate with him and his friends. My aunt Natalie and Uncle Kasey and Uncle Alex are so much fun. Aunt Natalie is a really pretty singer, and Uncle Alex can play the guitar. Uncle Kasey has long hair like me, so he lets me put it in crazy hairstyles.

There are a lot of people in my family, but everyone means a lot to me, and everyone means something different to me. I love my whole family to the end of infinity. My family may be different than yours, but it's still a family. And I wouldn’t trade them for anything.”

A tear rolled down Remus’ cheek, and dotted the paper he and Sirius were still holding.

“Wow.” Sirius let out, desperately holding back the tidal wave of emotions threatening to spill.

“It’s really think it’s special how much love she holds for so many people.” Ms. Bernard smiled at them softly. “I thought it would be best if I shared it with you two before she reads it to the class. I think Thea has a wonderful perception of others emotions and a great capacity for empathy, she’s an incredible kid.”

Sirius’ heart felt like it would burst with pride. In this moment, the doubts he had about himself as a father, becoming like his own father, disappeared.

“I’ll send you home with this copy, so you can share it with your family, it needs to be shared.” She put the paper back in the folder and handed it to Remus.

“Thank you for having us in, it’s comforting to know how well Thea is doing, she’s in the hands of a great educator.” Sirius shook Ms. Bernard's hand, and waved as he and Remus left the classroom.

“I’m going to give ma fifille the biggest hug I’ve ever given her when we get home.” Sirius wiped tears from the corners of his eyes.

“You think you’re a mess? Just wait until we let James read this.” Remus linked arms with his husband, who let out a knowing laugh.

“We have the best kid.” Remus mused, and leaned over to kiss Sirius’ cheek.

“We sure do.”

#coops #o'knutzy #oc #cute #family #o'darwin #sweaterweather

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sonybees · 4 years ago

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mutuals appreciation post!

i seriously CANNOT at all process this

literally i do not know how this even happened but i am so inexplicably grateful for every single one of you! i love all of you so so much!

i was maybe thinking about making a sleepover but school has been kicking my ass lately so i just decided on making a little mutuals appreciation post! to all my other mutuals, i love all of you so much and i literally want to smother all of you with hugs and kisses. i am so grateful for all of you. thank you.

this might be a little long so it’s under the cut! there might be a lot of mistakes snsjd

@lunaleonorah leo!!! you are an absolute blessing. i love your kindness and the amount of affection you give me literally makes me wanna break down and scream. in a good way of course sjjs. i love our conversations where we just talk about our days and all that. i wish we could always be friends and you can tell me anything you’d like. i love our friendship because we can talk to each other whenever we’d like and will always bring comfort to each other. i always look forward to having conversations with you everyday. ilysm and you deserve the world <3 all the love, pluto.

@gredmforge rory, my wife! i love talking to you about nonsense, it always makes my day and your fun and carefree personality always makes me smile. no doubt that we will be great friends in real life. the little asks you send in my inbox always make me laugh and i’m very excited for whatever future works you have. you always seemed so nice and sweet ever since i first interacted with you and i am so happy that i asked you where you got your memes because look what that got us to! shsjdjd. no but seriously, i love talking to you about our obsessions and just saying hello to each other. ilysm and i hope you always remember that! :) <3

@crookedhag my lovely eliz, i’m too lazy to make another one of those fancy scrolls that i did earlier but that doesn’t stop me from showin gmy appreciation for you. you are such a sweet and amazing person. you are also so talented and i am always so happy to see your name pop up on my notifications. you were always the first one to send me an ask for ask games and you always check in on me and i love you for that. i wish the very best in everything you do. you have great taste in music and i’m starting to think that you’re in every single fandom i don’t know jsjsj. but i love talking to you and ily! mwah! ◡̈

@oldschoolkiddo hero! the first time you ever interacted with me, i already knew that i would love having you around. you are such a fun person and all the tag games that you make and tag me in are always so fun! you are an independent person and i love that so much. you speak your mind and that is so powerful. you are so very sweet and your personality is so fun. i hope that you have many great days in the future and you can always talk to me whenever you need to. let me know if you want a distraction from anything or if you just want to rant, i will be here. ily!

@krasivayadarling my lovely ant! i am so very glad that i built up the courage to say hi to you when you made that post saying you wanted to be friends with new people. you are one of the best people i’ve ever met and you are so sweet, kind, talented, funny, and supportive. i am also so grateful for your support in my fics. you were my first ever supporter and i was really nervous for someone to read my works but you were so nice about it and i love that. i wish you all the best. ily, ant! sincerely, soap.

@whatthefuckimbisexual the loveliest persephone, you are such a bad bitch. JSJS NO BUT SRSLY ILYSM. you are such a fun person and i love how we can relate to each other a lot. i mean, staying up til 3 am and fuck aral pan yk? ejekdj. i really wish you the best in everything and i hope that we can interact more! you are truly one of the most fun and energetic people i’ve ever met and you are so very sweet and funny. thank you for being a great person! all the love <3

@falconxbarnes maddie! you add such a sweet and great person and when you reblog and like my posts, my heart fills with joy! your blog brings me so much comfort and i love our short little conversations. you remind me of going out at 5 am when the sun is almost out. the joy is always evident when that happens just like how i feel when i talk to you! i wish to eat pancit canton with you one day! i really wish you the best in everything and you deserve so many good things. mwah!

@amourtentiaa liane! you are literally so talented and it amazes me every time i read your works. you are so fun and chill and seeing your name always makes me happy! your blog page is filled with so much comfort in my opinion and our first conversation ever was so fun and you are so polite. you also really remind me of the night. i can’t explain why but like i said, you are chill and brings me a lot of comfort! i really love the way you interact with others as you are so kind. i hope you are doing well and always will feel well. ily, yannie!

@puntuations oh my gosh, ysa! you followed me first and i didn’t exactly understand why because you seemed too cool and mature for me djdj. but i am so glad you did and i am so grateful that you’re my friend. thank you for tagging me in dps related things! i really love that and it brings me so much joy. you were always so kind to me no matter what and you are so respectful. i appreciate you and your blog always makes me smile. thank you for being an amazing friend. ilysm, ysa. mwah!

@tofeeltaller joy! you bring me so much joy! sjdndjdn sorry, i had to. you are so so sweet and kind. i was always so scared to interact with dps blogs because they seemed intimidating but so nice at the same time (idk why i’m sorrydhjd), i thought y’all were too cool for me and i didn’t know how to approach you guys but after i got the courage to talk to you, i felt a lot more comfortable. you are so sweet and kind and you deserve so much more blessings. you truly are an amazing person and i hope that your days will get better and better. giving you so many warm hugs and kisses, mwah!

@lolremuslupin dkndkx omg you are so sweet! i don’t interact with you much but we do talk sometimes. i am also very glad that i decided to pm you to try and make new friends and you were so kind about it. you are such an amazing person and i love staying up at 3 am talking to you about random crap. i wish that your life will go well and that you are always safe! warm hugs!

@punkrific soaf, my twin! i really love talking to you and your energy is always so great. you are an amazing and fun person and having a twin like you always makes me feel like the luckiest ever. i am so so grateful to have you as a friend and your dashing personality always gets me. ilysm and i wish you the best! love, the ugly sofia <3

@freddieweasleyswife sweets! i’ve never met someone as sweet and kind as you are. you’re an amazing person and you deserve so much and you are so talented. i wish to write like you one day. my day is always better when I see your name in my notifications being friends with someone as amazing as you are is so great and i wosh to interact with you more. i miss talking to you and you’re always so kind and ready to comfort anyone. ilysm and you deserve the world. sincerely, sweetpea. <3

@sam-winchester-is-my-bitch rae! i love talking to you and seeing your pets! you are so kind, sweet and understanding and you really know how to make me smile. whenever i talk to you, it’s always so wholesome and nice and you give off so much good vibes. you really are like the color yellow to me, sunny, nice, but can be serious at times. but is always ready to cheer someone up. i wish you the best in everything and i hope that we can talk more! all the love <3

@daltonacademia kendi! i know you’re on a short hiatus at the moment but i just had to add you in here. i really hope that you are doing well and i hope you know that your writing is literally one of the best that i’ve ever read. you are so sweet and kind and you always have that little fun and sunny personality and i love talking to you so much. you are so respectful and you deserve so much. i’m sending you all the love and comfort. you are amazing and i hope you know that. stay safe, kendi! i really love that nicknamejsjs

@thatswhywilliamagedlikesourmilk dear! i am so glad that you followed my page and i am so so grateful that i’m friends with you. you are one of the best people ever and you are so so sweet. the most adorable person ever! talking to you feels like hugging a teddy bear and i am aware that that doesn’t make much sense but it just feels so comfy and brings me joy. i really hope that you’re doing well because you also deserve everything! sending you so many hugs <3 mwah!

@fredweasleyismyloverman alex, my dear! you are so kind and nice! i’m really glad i followed you. just a little fun fact, i actually found you through ant or @krasivayadarling . i was reading through some people who she gave ships to and i saw yours and i was like “oh my gosh, this person and i are literally the same.” and i went crazy because it looked almost exactly the same as my description hdjdjd. i’m actually not that sure if it went like that but that’s how i recalled it so i just always remember thatsbns. i literally relate to you so much and your shitposts give me life. you are so wise and amazing and i would love to talk to you more! ily, dear! mwah <3

@daisyyy2516 daze, dear! i am so happy that sab led ke to your page! literally, you are so damn talented and i just cannot i am always so amazed every time you show your works. you are so kind and sweet and such an icon. you bring me so much joy and everything you’ve ever said to me has always been something sweet and funny. ilysm and you deserve the world. i’d like if you dm’ed me once you’ve gotten your work displayed at some huge art exhibition. you are so amazing and i want you to know that. everything will be better. i appreciate you and i am so glad that you are in this world. i love you sm, daze. frd weasley loves you too. all the love and joy, soaf.

@sirlorelai lorie!! you are so nice and kind and sweet. i’m very glad that you weren’t angry at me spam reblogging your postsjsjd. i love our conversations and i wish we could talk more! you are such a kind and funny person and everything you’ve ever done has put a smile to my face. you are so fun and energetic and i love that. i hope that life is going well over there and that everything will be better if it isn’t at the moment. you deserve so much and ilysm, mwah!

@quadrupledeckertaco lorelei, dear! i miss talking to you! i really love our conversations and your soft but fierce personality is so great and it brings me so much joy. your writing is literally so amazing and like i said, i aspire to write like you one day. i miss you so much and i really hope that everything’s well. i wish you the best and sending you so much love, sofia. <3

and to all my other mutuals! thank you! i love all of you so much and interacting with all of you brings me so much joy. thank you for everything. have a great day everyone!

#again i am SO SO SO GRATEFUL #OMG YOU GUYS DONT KNOW HOW MUCH IM ACTUALLY FREAKING OUT I TROED TO BE CHILL ON THSI PSOTJEND #sofia’s got 300 friends!#sofia’s mutual appreciation post #tw swearing #tw food mention

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sfb123 · 4 years ago

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Sapere Aude - Part 8A

Book: The Royal Heir

Pairing: King Liam Rys x Queen Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Catch Up Here

Series Description: I developed a theory of what I think will happen in TRH Book 4, and I was encouraged by some very lovely people to turn my theory into a fic, so here it is. Basically, Riley is recruited to join the Via Imperii, this series will follow her as she joins them to try and bring them down from the inside, and all of the drama and bombshells she learns along the way. Sapere Aude is Latin for “dare to know” it seemed like an appropriate title.

Rating: M -MATURE

Warning: Adult language, smut (🍋🍋🍋) and other adult themes.

Word Count: 4,049

Notes: I know I’ve sucked at updating and posting. I hit kind of a personal slump in my writing, there was a lot of self-loathing involved. I really struggled with writing chapter 9, and I eventually had a revelation that it was likely because I wasn’t done exploring everything that happened in chapter 8, so I’ve made a sub chapter. We follow Liam when after he leaves their quarters and get into his thought process in dealing with the bombshell that was dropped on him.

And yes, you read that rating right, my lemon tree has had its first bloom. I really stressed myself out over this, so I hope it’s worth the time I spent trying to convince myself that I was doing a good job, not to mention the time my friends had to spend (see below) to boost my ego.

Thank you so so much to @txemrn for reading a couple of snippets for me and being the cheerleader I needed when I was feeling really down on myself and my work...even though I was supposed to be the one giving YOU a peptalk!

And a super special thank you to my fairy smutmother @jessiembruno. You listened to me complain, and doubt myself, and a million other things multiple times a day while I was trying to find my way, and you never once came off as annoyed or frustrated. I am so lucky to be able to call you a friend.

Finally, thank you so much @twinkleallnight for my UPDATED moodboard! She took it upon herself to update it to better reflect the feel of the story, and she did a kick ass job!

Tags: I’m officially rocking my new tag list. Everyone is listed below as well as in the comments for safety. If you’d like to be added or removed, let me know!

“Liam, where are you going?”

“I need to take a walk. Gather my thoughts.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, I need to be alone right now. You stay here, I’ll be back shortly.”

Before she could stop him, Liam was out the door. He knew she just wanted to be there for him, but he needed to be alone. The royal quarters, his home, his sanctuary, suddenly felt so small. He was suffocating there, he needed to get away, to breathe.

“Your majesty?” Bastien stopped him.

“I’m fine, Bastien, just going for a walk. Please stand down.” Liam tried to keep his tone and expression neutral, but it was obvious to Bastien that something was wrong. He bowed to the King, following orders and remaining at his post.

Liam continued walking through the palace, unsure where he was going, he just needed to get out. He found himself walking through the gardens, approaching the maze. One of his mother’s last projects before her passing...or rather, before she abandoned him. It was always a special place for Liam. Growing up, he would often go there to hide out when he was feeling lonely, or missing his mother more than usual. It was one of his favorite spots on the grounds, possibly in the world. How would he ever be able to look at this space the same again? It would serve as a constant reminder of the insurmountable betrayal he had faced at the hands of the woman that gave him life.

As he walked the familiar path through the maze, he considered his options. Perhaps he would burn it to the ground, and salt the earth to prevent any attempts at regrowth. Would that make him feel better? Would it take away the pain?

Likely not, but it would feel good to know that I took something away from her that she cherished so dearly. A metaphor for what she has done to me. My memories of her, her kindness, her generosity, they mean nothing anymore. Because, to her, I meant nothing. I couldn’t have. If I did, she wouldn’t have left.

He continued his journey, getting lost in his thoughts. He would look back at his childhood memories, trying to remember something, anything, that could ease this moment for him. Nothing came. His mind then wandered to the relationship he could have had with Thomas, his brother. He had another brother this whole time. All those times when Leo had run off to god knows where, he wouldn’t have had to be quite as alone as he was. Sure, he had Drake to keep him company, but Drake wasn’t a prince. He didn’t have the same expectations, the same limitations, that Liam faced. He could have had someone else by his side that understood all of it.

How was he supposed to feel about Thomas now that he knew the truth? His first instinct was anger, but he quickly rejected that. It wasn’t his fault that they were kept apart their whole lives. He was suddenly very curious about Thomas’s life.

What was his childhood like? How did he feel when he learned that he was also royalty? Has he ever wanted to say anything to me, to come forward? Would I have believed him if he had?

Even though he wasn’t supposed to know any of this, he hoped that things would get to a point where he could talk to Thomas, and ask those questions. Ideally in a casual setting over drinks, and not an interrogation cell.

Liam soon found himself in the center of the maze. As he took in his surroundings, his mind kept racing back to his childhood. The picnics with his mother, the games of maze tag with Drake.

I wonder if Thomas would have liked to play maze tag with us, had he been around.

He felt a sudden calming come over him at one point. When he took a look around, he realized that he was standing in the exact spot where he and Riley had landed when he inadvertently tackled her the night of the masquerade ball. The night he learned she had traveled halfway around the world just for a chance to be with him, because she felt what he was feeling after just a few hours together one night in New York. Even now, all these years later, he still felt the same butterflies in his stomach thinking of that moment.

Wistfully, he walked a bit further, to the spot where they stood the night of his coronation, where he had finally managed to say those three words he had been feeling since the moment his eyes met hers. He smiled as he replayed the memory of her saying it back to him. He was fairly certain at the time that she felt the same way, but to hear those words fall from her beautiful lips, he had never felt a high quite like that in his life. His mind then wandered to the events that those words led to, another moment he had long dreamed of. Physically expressing the love they had just declared. He felt his heart start to race thinking of their first time together. All of the sudden, anger quickly replaced all other emotions, as he remembered that there was a tape of that moment. A tape that was recorded, and held, by her group. He quickly searched the area, digging his arms through the hedges, looking for anywhere a camera might be hidden. He came up empty. Given how long it had been since the recording, it made sense that they had likely removed their surveillance from the area.

Another reason to be rid of this maze once and for all. Another reminder of the deceit. Only this time it’s worse, they brought Riley into it.

Liam needed to move on from the center of the maze, so he continued walking, finally coming across the wishing well. The wishing well his mother had told him about when he was a child.

Can you take back wishes? I wished so many times that my mother would come back to me, for her death to have been a misunderstanding. Well Liam, you got your wish, now look at you. How many other wishes have I made that will come back around to bite me in the ass?

His mind began to wander again. This time, to the night of the Homecoming Ball. The night Riley was officially presented as the Duchess of Valtora, and more importantly, his fiance. They both made wishes that night, he remembered his wish: to never let fear dictate his choices, the way his father did.

He let fear dictate his choices because of the loss of his wife. Had he known what truly happened, things would have been different. Perhaps he wouldn’t have interfered with my choice during the social season. I could have been with Riley all along. The way things were always supposed to be. I know we ended up together, and the struggles made our bond that much stronger, but there was a very real chance that I could have lost her forever, I almost did, over his choice.

Thinking of Riley reminded him of her reassurances that night, she was so confident in his ability to be a good King. She believed in him from day one, and never faltered in that. Even when he didn’t believe in himself, thinking of Riley, and her faith in him gave him the strength to continue on. To be the best man, and King he could be. To make his Queen proud.

In that moment, Liam had an epiphany. This maze was so much more than his childhood and memories of a mother that betrayed him. This maze was about the love he and Riley shared. It had played a paramount role in their story. When he looked around, he saw memories of them, their stolen moments, their heartfelt confessions. He couldn’t get rid of this maze, if he did, he would be destroying a piece of his heart.

From this moment forward, this maze is not about her, not about the lies that she raised me on. It is about the love and support I have shared with my soulmate. This is where our love, much like the flowers that adorn these hedges, blossomed.

Riley...my heart, my world, my Queen. She gave up her life, her freedom, to be with me. She left her family and friends, her job, everything, for me. She has dedicated her life to my country, she has taken on my responsibilities. What have I done in return? I’ve put her in this impossible position. I’ve put her in harm's way, yet again, for the good of Cordonia. A country had never even heard of before I came in and turned her life upside down.

He needed to get back to her. Walking back toward the palace, he started considering how she might be feeling in that moment. He had been so caught up in his own mind, that he didn’t stop to think what all of this was doing to her. She had to deliver devastating news to the man she loved, and his reaction was to abandon her. His heart sank as he approached their quarters, he felt so small. He entered their bedroom, overwhelmed with shame for the way he had left her.

Of course she’s still awake. She probably stayed up worrying about me. I was so selfish to just leave her like that.

He kept his head down, too ashamed to look her in the eye, and walked straight into his closet to get ready for bed. His mind working overtime, trying to find the right words, but nothing came. He exited the closet and walked toward the bed, hoping something would come to him.

Finally, Riley broke the silence in the room.

“Liam…” She said barely above a whisper, he turned his head and looked at her for the first time since arriving home. “I’m sorry.” She placed her hand gently over his.

She thinks I’m mad at her. She’s blaming herself. How does she not understand that she is the only thing keeping me from going off the edge? I’m the one that dragged her through all of this, and she’s apologizing to me. I don’t deserve her love.

He was overwhelmed with anger at himself, and heartbreak for his wife. “Riley, you have nothing to apologize for. I am the one that wanted you to do this. You did nothing wrong. None of this is on you.” He tried to smile, but he knew it was unconvincing. He could feel the sting of tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

“Fine, but you’re not allowed to blame yourself either.”

Even to this day, after all of these years, it astonishes me how she can see right through me like that. I’ve had years of training to hide my thoughts and emotions, that training proved useless when it comes to Riley.

“What you just said, telling me you were the one that wanted me to do this. I know you Liam Rys, better than anyone. You’re thinking about how you brought all of this on yourself.”

It’s the truth. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t talked you into joining.

For the second time that night, Liam couldn’t bear to look his wife in the eyes. She was right, but so was he. Liam felt the firm, yet loving touch of Riley’s hand holding his chin and lifting his gaze to meet hers. There was a fire in her eyes, unlike any he had seen from her before.

“This is all on them, it’s the Via Imperii’s fault. That’s why we’re going to take them down. Together. Just like Anton, just like Auvernal, just like Barthelemy, just like any other enemy that has ever, or will ever come our way. We are the King and Queen of Cordonia, Liam and Riley Rys. We are a force to be reckoned with.”

Liam was taken aback by the determination in her statement. He knew she was strong, she had been his rock since the day they met, but this was so much more than that. He didn’t know it was possible, but he felt his love for her grow.

Awestruck, he took the hand she had planted on his chin in his, and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. “You always know just what to say, love.”

“Years of diplomatic training. I need to be prepared for every possible scenario.” She winked at him.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment. She made it seem so easy to turn his mood around. It was something he would never understand, but always be grateful for.

God, I love this woman.

Riley smiled and leaned into him. “C’mon, let’s try to get some sleep. We can circle back to this nightmare in the morning, start working on a plan.” They both laid back onto the bed, and into each others arms.

In the middle of the night, Liam’s eyes shot open, his heart pounding in his chest, worry overcoming him. He needed a moment to get his bearings, turning to his left to make sure she was still there. She was.

He had been dreaming, a nightmare, technically. Riley was gone, he wasn’t sure where she had gone or why. All he knew was he felt empty, broken, more so than he ever had before. He watched Riley as she slept, a single tear rolling down his cheek. He thought back to his family, the people that were supposed to be there and care for him above all else.

His mother, who had lied to him from the second he was brought into this world. She was his benchmark for love and support, but it was all fake. Because of her, he lived his life based on false ideals. Then he met Riley, she showed him what love and support truly was.

Leo, he was a great brother growing up. He made sure Liam got to have fun, and took the heat when it would get out of hand. However as he got older, his priorities changed, and he was around less and less. When he finally abdicated the throne, he placed the weight of the world on Liam’s shoulders. The bright side to that, was that becoming the Crown Prince, and having a social season, brought Riley into his life. She helped him believe that he truly could carry the weight that was thrust upon him.

His father, a King above all else. As hard as Liam tried to break through that wall, it was duty and his country above all else. That never mattered to Liam though, he still looked up to his father and held him to such a high standard. Until it was uncovered that he attempted to destroy his son’s one chance at true happiness. Despite his attempts at ruining her name, and putting her in harm’s way, Riley stayed and fought. She fought for herself, and she fought for their love. She forgave him for his actions, something Liam was never fully able to do. And when Liam mourned his loss, she was there by his side, holding his hand.

Riley, his bright spot in all of the darkness. His constant source of goodness and joy. In all of that pain, Riley was there. Who would be there if she left him? He would have nothing, he would be nothing. He felt a tightness in his chest at the thought of losing her. He reached his hand out and gently stroked her arm, needing to touch her.

He saw her eyes slowly start to flutter open.

She’s cute when she’s tired.

He watched as she lifted her hand and ran her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

“Hey, are you ok?”

He unsuccessfully tried to swallow away the lump in his throat before answering. “Please don’t leave me, Riley.”

Liam watched as she sat up in bed, a confused look on her face. “Liam, never. I love you, you’re stuck with me for life.

He knew she meant it, but he also knew these things weren’t always under their control. “I just…there have been so many people that said they cared about me, and then left. Losing them was so hard. But if I lost you Riley, I don’t know how I would be able to continue on. You are the most important part of me, my everything. I don’t exist without you.”

A sadness overtook Riley’s face, Liam felt horrible for making her feel that way. He looked down before feeling her hands on either side of his face, her thumbs softly stroking his cheeks. “Liam, I promise you with all my heart, and everything I am, that there is nothing on this earth that could take me away from you. My husband and my daughter are the greatest joys of my life. A world without the two of you is not a world I would ever even want to think about.”

In that moment, all Liam could think about was being as close to her as he possibly could. He desperately needed to feel her body tangled with his. He surged forward and kissed her with everything he had. It was a kiss loaded with love, longing, and need. He lowered Riley from her seated position and rolled on top of her.

“Show me.” He whispered.

“Yes, my king.”

He shuddered at her words. Pinning her hands above her head, he slowly rolled his hips into her so that she could feel just how desperate he was for his wife. Riley closed her eyes and moaned at the sensation.

Liam’s mouth moved to her ear, nipping at the lobe before saying in a commanding, yet tender tone, “Open your eyes Riley, I want you to see everything I am going to do to you.”

Riley’s eyes opened as she met Liam’s hungry gaze. “Yes, my king.”

“Good girl.” He kissed her deeply, removing one hand from hers and slowly moving it down her body, traveling the familiar curves that drove him crazy time and time again.

Liam’s lips moved away from hers, treading across her jawline and down her neck. Riley hissed at the feeling of his teeth running along her tender skin. “Liam, calm down. You’re going to leave marks.”

“Good, they will serve as a reminder that you belong here, with me.”

Riley freed her wrists from Liam’s grasp and brought his face to hers. “Liam, I don’t need a reminder, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

He silenced her with a searing kiss. One hand traced the curve of her breast as the other traveled downward, rubbing her center through her panties. “You’re so wet for me already, love.”

All Riley could do was groan in response. She felt his lips return to her neck, as his hands traveled to the hem of her tank top, he gently lifted the shirt over her head and deposited it on the floor. His mouth continued its descent, kissing her shoulder and quickly moving to her breast, taking the nipple into his mouth, slowly circling it with his tongue. He kissed across her chest, paying the same attention to the other breast.

The quiet moans and whimpers coming from his wife were the encouragement Liam needed to continue moving south, kissing down her torso until he was met with the waistband of her panties. He paused and looked up at her.

“Liam, please.” She whispered, desperate for him to remove the lacy barrier.

He gave her a wolfish grin before taking them between his teeth and quickly dragging them down her legs. Once they were removed, he lifted her foot and softly kissed the inside of her ankle, his lips moved at a painfully slow speed, resting her leg over his shoulder as he moved closer to her wanting center.

As soon as Riley felt Liam’s breath on her glistening core, her own breath hitched. Liam heard it, and it satisfied him to know that in that moment she needed him just as much as he needed her. He tantalizingly licked up the length of her slit until he reached her sensitive nub.

She gasped as he began sucking and licking, his tongue moving in calculated circles. He knew her body inside and out, he knew just what to do to her to get the reaction he wanted.

Riley’s hands quickly found their way to Liam, running her fingers through his hair and gripping tightly guiding him exactly where she needed him. The pressure caused Liam to moan into her, Riley felt the vibration against her body and trembled.

Sensing that she was close to her release, he slowly slid one finger inside of her, and curled it slightly. She bucked her hips and moaned Liam’s name, that was all the invitation he needed to add a second finger.

“Yes Liam, don’t stop.”

He looked up at her with an unmistakable mix of lust and adoration. “Never, Riley.” Before continuing his efforts, causing Riley to plummet over the edge, loudly moaning his name. He worked through her release, savoring every second of her ecstasy.

As she started to come down from her release, Liam kissed a path up her stomach, positioning himself on top of her. Once they were face to face he kissed her deeply.

Their tongues intertwined, and Riley’s hands drifted to the front of Liam’s pajama pants, palming his hardness through the fabric eliciting a deep groan from him. Riley smiled into the kiss, moving her hand into his pants, wrapping it around his length and pumping slowly.

“Mmm...are you ready to take all of me, love?” He asked as he thrust into her hand.

Riley nipped at his bottom lip before responding. “Yes Liam, I need you.”

He quickly removed his pants, lining himself up with her entrance. Pressing his forehead to hers, and looking deep into her eyes, he eased himself into her carefully, desperate to feel every inch of her. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust before slowly rocking his hips against her.

As they moved together, Liam began sucking and nibbling on Riley’s earlobe. Riley whimpered in response, her hands running up and down his muscular back. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into him, urging him to move faster. He complied, and almost immediately, he felt her walls starting to clench around him.

“That’s it Riley. Cum for me, love.” He locked eyes with her again, bringing one hand to her cheek to ensure she held his gaze through her release.

Riley’s back arched as she lost control, the muscles in her body tensed, and she screamed out in pleasure. “Oh god Liam, yes!”

Watching and feeling Riley come undone was all Liam needed to push him over the edge. He thrust into her one last time with a guttural groan as he filled her with his seed.

They laid still for several moments, Liam resting his face in the crook of Riley’s neck, breathing in her scent as his breathing slowly began to return to normal. He then removed himself from her and laid on his back, pulling Riley to his side. She rested her head on his chest, and he responded by planting a gentle kiss on the crown of her head.

“Are you feeling better?” She tilted her head up to look at him.

He stroked her cheek and smiled softly at her. “Much. Thank you Riley.” Their lips met in a brief kiss.

“Good. Now please try to get some sleep, we’re going to have a lot to figure out in the morning.”

“Of course. Riley?”

She looked up at him, eyelids heavy. “Hmm?”

“I love you, so much.” He kissed her on her forehead.

She smiled and leaned into him, placing several light kisses on his chest. “I love you too, Liam. Always.”

He let out a content sigh and tightened his arms around his wife as they both drifted off to sleep.

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