#and I cant tell if he is going to love him

[dcxdpdabbles]

Not a request or ask but just a thought dump that a lot of people have amity park placed in the midwest n stuff which is cool, but then they don't give Danny those midwestern behaviors (i am also guilty of this as a midwesterner). I just think it would add a ton of comedy to the situation. Because being from a small city in the midwest with little nightlife and going into a densely populated city in the east coast that feels damn near always awake is like a major change.

Being from the midwest, it's a lot of polite kindness and greeting with big smiles, handshakes, and sometimes side hugs. Its lengthy hellos and even longer goodbyes as you slowly by slowly creep towards the door to leave but ur host just keeps bringing up 1 more thing they just *have* to tell you about. Its saying 'ope sorry' when bumping into someone when its not even ur fault. (I am gonna be completely real, i never even realized I said ope, sorry i just thought it was a joke others had for ppl in the midwest but then I listened to myself and was slack-jawed in horror.)

Its saying 'yall' unironically, even when referring to 1 person. The kindness to go the extra mile for people some times and becoming close friends with coworkers because you dont do anything else with ur life bc its the midwest.

Idk, i just think it would be funny, especially since the majority of the batfam were raised in gotham (typically placed in new jersey) and the difference in accents would most certainly be a giveaway that danny is NOT from gotham. And if his accent didnt give him away then the way he acts with such open kindness and wide smiles would most DEFINITELY give him away that he is NOT a Gotham native. And that makes me seriously giggle. Because in a city that is dealing with new rouges and the typical terrors, being used to rough faces and sneers, the most suspicious ones are the happy ones with wide smiles and open demeanors. And that is why danny gets singled out, not because he was caught going ghost, not because he was found bleeding ectoplasm, not even because of his mad scientist heritage and lack of self preservation, its because hes So Damn Nice And Smiley It Just Cant Be Real.

(sorry this got so long ive just been wanting to share my thoughts with someone and you seemed like a good fit lmao)

I love fics that explore this! Especially when the people of Gotham freak out because only the Joker's men or the people on something smile that wide at strangers.

Danny would consider it rude if people are always rushing, like he's used to people at checkout telling each other short stories, like their grandson graduating. Their daughter is getting married, or hey, I remember that show! - Nothing more than a minute or two, but people in the city don't do that.

They think he's trying to steal or something, because why is he trying to distract them at work? Why is he acting so friendly? It's super suspicious.

(Or something like that because I'm southwestern and that's how some tourists act when they come to my little rural areas lol)

[sqgeism]

On a roll with the Anaxa fics! (i love him so much i cant even)

so, a bit specific; sometimes i bottle up emotions and get so anxious i might even get physically sick from it. what would phainon and anaxa do for reader when that happens? +anyone else you like

Thank you for reading. Don't do if this crosses boundaries

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | anaxa and phainon (seperate) x gender neutral reader

love mail — hellooo anonnie!! thank u i try my best w him and the others ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ i hope you're alright!! i hope this request is up to standard and u enjoy also erm anaxa's is more nausea n stuff.. phainon is like. actual sickness. like you're unwell.. sick and stuff... sorry i wasn't sure so i did both ゜゜(´O｀)°゜

long before you got into a relationship, you understood how to handle yourself when your stomach began to churn in nausea. your own steps to stop it, or to recover afterwards.

anaxa watches as you fidget quietly, today was another experiment regarding his pursuit for knowledge- but it involved something physically violent for him. he knows you're more morally intact than him, more human, but he's not going to act above those feelings. he cares for you, even if it's hard to see upon first glance.

"sorry." you see him staring, and force yourself to hold it together. but anaxa isn't having it.

he puts away whatever he was focused on, but the confrontation makes it worse. you don't wanna ruin his experiment, so you abruptly stand. "please excuse me. don't wait, just continue."

he blinks as you walk off, out of his lab and back to the hallways. it doesn't take long for him to follow, noticing how you frantically down a cup of water.

anaxa puts two and two together. he's not stupid, he knows your habits, he knows you.

before you can even reach out to the cabinets, he's already opening them and reaching for crackers that you leave for moments like this. he pops a bag and passes a cracker to you, his expression stern but caring. "i noticed these help you, please, eat it slowly."

once his hands are free, anaxa opens the kitchen window to let in fresh air. then you notice, that he's noticed. he knows how to help, he's learned how to help, and you've never realized it before. "is there anything else you need?" the utter concern snaps you out of your daze, and anaxa's suddenly looming over you now, his knuckles brush against your cheek and his eye is fixed on your face. studying you for any more signs of discomfort.

"i won't be continuing with the experiment today," he sees how your face shifts and shakes his head. "don't worry, i'll find something else to do. i'm realizing now that my experiment has too many risks, yet the only one i care about is the one that tells me that you'll be upset with me."

the sage brings you into his arms, having you close as he buries himself in your hair. "please, never be upset with me."

phainon doesn't want to scold you, but he really wants to. though you don't need that right now, especially with the fact you've had such a shit week and the fact you're bedridden.

he's cuddling you while you rest, listening to you snore as he's behind you, your head on his bicep and legs tangled together. he'd say it would make it hard to leave, but he has no plans to. so he doesn't care.

you two often had conversations about how you handle emotions. you were still navigating that realm of your relationship after being an independent person for so long, and phainon understood that it would take time.. but moments like this made him worry. had his heart aching, wishing he could do more.

he wasn't able to catch on that you were bottling it up either, you were good, he'll give you that. but you could've gone to him, he knows you don't want to be a bother but he prays that you'd 'bother' him. that you'd choose to focus your attention on him, for anything. because he'll be there, aeon forbid he's halfway across the universe cause he'll do anything to go back home, to you.

"i wish you'd trust me more." he knows you're sleeping, but he doesn't mind. he hopes that these words reach you while you're at least at peace. "i'd never force you to, i promise. but it really does something to me whenever this happens and i feel powerless to help." phainon chuckles in a way that's completely robbed of any humor. "i'm a chrysos heir, for aeon's sake. i can handle whatever outburst you throw at me that you'll think i'll be upset over."

his hand ghosts over your hair, slowly caressing you. "but i'll never be. i'll never be upset, not at you. and not when you're just experiencing stress."

he brings his mouth to your ear, whispering. "i love you. i love you, and you know that. so let me take care of you."

he notices how you shiver slightly.

that's when phainon lets out a genuine laugh, stopping you from squirming away from him.

[realbeefman]

you ever think about young nigel getting dragged along to a hunting trip with his dad and at first they’re genuinely getting along for once because nigel almost instinctively picks up on how to spot game trails, creep through the underbrush without making a sound, until his dad shoots the first buck and the shot sends birds fluttering in his stomach and he puts down the binoculars, turns to see that same manic gleam in his dad’s eyes as when he comes home looking for a fight, and his dad clasps him on the shoulder, oblivious and pleased, and he can feel his heart thudding out of his chest as they approach the body, the vacant eyes, the red pooling beneath it, the twitching muscles that don’t yet know they’re dead, and when his dad asks him later if he wants to try aiming the gun himself he takes it into his hands and stumbles a little at the unexpected weight, but finds the trigger is still warm to the touch

[himbopunk]

for hakim:

the loss of harding and the realization of the loss of varric were a 1-2 punch for hakim. they were the two people there that knew him before anyone else there, they started this together, the rogue squad!! even with neve saying her bellara harding and him started this its like, yeah, but it goes a step beyond that for him w these two, they travelled together for Months, and he knew varric for years before that. (he thinks of isabela, of whether she knows, whether he has to tell her, does everyone know about varric but him?). idk the loss of both are so intertwined to me and while i think a part of hakim Did know i think the denial he wouldve wanted to cling to only made it easier for solas's illusion to settle in. and hes so fucking pissed off for harding, hes glad she at least got to bring back the memory of her people to some extent but she didnt deserve this. he would never take the choice from her if he could go back, its antithetical to everything he is, but she didnt Deserve it. and god does he still feel responsible (it was her choice but if he had been quicker, smarter, would she have had to make it?) especially once he goes and talks to taash. theyre really the only 'family' the other has left. maybe they both got isabela? but still. theyre still grieving their mother, he cant imagine what theyre going through.

which leads into the everyone else of it all. taash is a mess, understandably so, i think emmrich and davrin were the main force of holding everyone together but even theyre falling apart at the seams... lucanis will not leave his side for fear of losing him again if he looks away for even a second, like hes not sure its real, neve is overjoyed to have him back but is scared to hope for bellara as well. (this was already a result far too happy ending-y than anything shed expect, should she hope a second time or should she be happy that hakim is here. if she does hope does she worry about not seeming glad hes back..? idk. she shows it in her own ways but the distance while she 'grieves' bellara is still felt)

i think hakim would love nothing more than to check on everyone else and keep an eye on them but nobody is really letting him, not like before. especially once they hear what happened with the fade prison, what hed been dealing with with varrics spectre... even taash is like dude ive had weeks for this, and yesterday i thought i lost /all/ my family. but today i still got you, stop worrying about me lets just kick blighted god ass already.

for iktom:

i am evil and terrible to him and sacrificed davrin (&assan) despite them being together. only one warden gets to have a new lease on life in this house i guess. i think hes like. absolutely so fucking sick with grief. like, he reasons w it a bit cuz davrin knew the risks, they all did, even before the vg they were both wardens, even if theyd met each other in better circumstances there was the possibility that things would always end up this way but it doesn't make it hurt any less. i think he tries to go to davrins room and nearly vomits off the side of the lighthouse, harding and taash comes and brings him inside the main hall. bellara maybe tells him that theyd been working on contacting his clan, if he wants to meet them after the battle. (also like, assan is not a child he is an animal but i feel like davrins comments about him being their half bird half cat kid and the combination of losing them both adds a level of retraumatizatikn wrt losing his daughter on Top of everything. this will probably lead into some relationship conflict with emmrich in the future but.. not right now)

varric was less of a mentor figure to iktom, they were closer to being peers/just plain old friends. it still hurts, but i think of the blows here its not as much of a gutpunch to him. especially when varric seemed in this nonrecovering limbo for months, like.. i think iktom kinda saw the writing on the wall at a certain point, like sure yes some injuries take time to bounce back from but.. idk his relationship with grief is super complicated but he did get a type of closure with varric that hed never gotten before with any loss hed experienced (or at least from the impression of him that solas's blood magic left in his mind). letting go of a ghost feels a bit different is all.

with the others... i think about lucanis w blighted neve and how quick iktom is to check in on him, suggest she may still be alive and i think he wants to help especially cuz theyre very close friends by this point (and he did think he saw lucanis fall as well i forget that happens right before the fade prison too whoof) but to some extent i think checking on everyone else is a sort of deflection esp with the davrin stuff. taash and harding i think have been taking point in this version of events (bellara and lucanis are reeling from neve, emmrich nearly loses both his partners and drives himself mad on the dagger thing the second he realizes there may be a chance at getting iktom back. for just this once he can defy the inevitable). they kinda clock iktoms thing for what it is, talk to emmrich about it. emmrich and iktom take a moment to themselves which i think emmrich already wanted to do but this kind of makes it Necessary. obviously iktom needs to process still, but that was important for him to have his head back in the game, and redirect his and everyones focus on the new game plan. i think theres a slight bit of concern still in how quickly he tries to bounce back into the offense but.. if there was ever a time for it ykno?

*banging pots and pans together*

Yoo-hoo! People who love angst!

Tell me what happened when your Rook got back to the Lighthouse after being trapped in the Fade prison and had to deal with the realizing

1) their friend they just spent their whole adventure with was dead

2) Varric was actually dead and they were talking to a magical projection that whole time

3) everything had gone to complete shit while they were missing and their friends were having an extended (but productive) panic attack

[marauder-misprint]

Okay HELLO I just want to say 1) I love your writings and 2) holy cow your sirius x snapes daughter fic has infected my mind since I read it. I never would have expected how into it I am. Would you ever consider writing a follow up for it? I cant stop thinking about them realizing that,, this is actually working out and now they have to figure how to tell remus, harry, and.....Snape himself. I just love the thought of them sneaking around and having to dodge their thoughts (Snape and legilimency YIKES) but surprisingly still getting away with it. I feel like Tonks despite (or maybe because of) her own pining would be the first to catch on. I just love the secret dating/forbidden romance trope and this is so so fun and I love the OotP timeline set up. I kept wondering too if reader would get a chance to show her defense skills and not just potioneering. If you're not up for it no worries!! But just know that you have me seated and ready, sippin my drink and entirely invested

Hi! Thank you for all the love ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ This story is hitting harder than I was anticipating, but the people ask or a part 2, I give a part 2. And there will be a part 3 at some point. When? That is up to the writing gods.

Hope y'all enjoy ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Snape Spawn ii

Sirius Black x Snape!reader

part one

5k words

cw: age gap!, Y/N, sneaking around, fluff

You closed the door to Grimmauld Place quietly behind you. You had Chinese takeaway in your arms as you scanned the entry. No Remus in sight, which was good you thought. You’re not sure how you’d explain why you were here. You hadn’t gotten that far. You headed up the stairs and knocked on Sirius’ bedroom door. 

“Not feeling great, Moons. I’ll eat something later,” Sirius called through the door. 

You turned the handle, barely pushing the door open. “Would some Chinese make you feel better?” 

Within a moment, Sirius was pulling you into his room and closing the door. The containers of food landed on the desk. He held you at arms’ length, debating if it would be appropriate to hug or kiss you; frankly, he wanted to do both. 

“You’re actually here.”

You tilted your head. “We made plans, Sirius. And I figured eating here would be better than eating alone in my flat again.”

He chuckled and let his hands fall from your shoulders. 

“Did Remus see you?”

“No. Don’t think he heard me either. I tried to be quiet.”

“Didn’t set my mother’s portrait off. That’s a good sign. Although, Remus might smell our dinner… I’ll figure something out to tell him.”

Sirius gives you a smile before turning toward the containers and looking through them, seeing what you all got. 

“Wasn’t sure what you’d like so I got a few things. All things I like so take whatever and I’ll be good.” 

“Hmm��� Appears you have good taste…” 

He selected a container and set of chopsticks before sitting on the floor. You mirrored him – his back was to the wall and yours to his bed. You sat in silence, eating for a minute or so.

“Tell me ‘bout yourself,” you said in between bites. 

Sirius doesn’t answer right away, opting to take another bite of his food. You supposed it was probably the first date that he’d been on in a long while, but surely he’s had to get to know people since escaping Azkaban. It wasn’t like he was alone in Grimmauld Place all the time. 

“I’m a scorpio. Like dogs and motorcycles. Used to have one, you know. Before… everything.” You nodded, encouraging him to keep going. “My best friends are dead, a traitor and probably in the sitting room. James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Remus. We used to have such a good time together. Complemented each in ways that had McGonagall pulling her hair out.” 

“What did you do?”

“Some harmless pranks, kid stuff. Except we were all brilliant and a tad reckless.” “And something tells me some of them weren’t harmless.”

“Possibly mortifying for some? If you want to see one of the ugliest sides of me, just talk to, ahem, Severus.” 

You gave a dry laugh. “I don’t think I’m going to be asking Dad about you any time soon.” 

Sirius smiled at you. 

“Also, I like that your first thing you said was your zodiac sign,” you laughed before telling him your own. “Do you believe in sign compatibility?” 

He shrugged. “Only if ours are compatible.” 

“Good answer,” you chuckled. “Did you take Divination?”

“Merlin, no. Ancient Runes and Arithmancy. Loved Runes-” Sirius gestured to himself and his collection of rune-related tattoos. “-if that wasn’t obvious. Arithmancy, not so much.”

“Hmm. Besides your pranks, were you a good student?”

“I passed,” he said nonchalantly. “I’m good with a wand, I know my spells. Not as good at brewing as you are and I’ve killed my fair share of plants.” 

“Oh, sure, flatter me.” You shake your head slightly. 

“What? It’s true! After Severus, you’re the only other person we could ask to brew Wolfsbane.”

“I’m a part of the order,” you said, pointing your chopsticks at him. 

“Yes, but you brewed it perfectly. Even with… a distraction in the room.”

“A distraction that kissed me, mind you. That’s certainly one way to distract me more.”

“And you still brewed it perfectly.” Sirius flashed you a cocky grin. “So tell me about yourself. What do you do besides immaculate potions?”

“I mean, it does take up most of my time. My shop, you know. I live above it so I don’t have a commute. I hang out with my friends from school sometimes, but they are all pretty busy with their jobs. We still find time to get a drink at the Leaky Cauldron from time to time. Erm… Been trying to read more lately. Some fun muggle books that I find in secondhand shops.”

“Secondhand book shops, you should suggest some to Remus. He’d appreciate it,” Sirius said with a nod. “What book are you currently reading?” 

“There’s this mystery series, Sherlock Holmes. Only four actual books, but there are so many short stories about him.”

“Oh? You’re liking it so far?”

You nodded.

“You should bring me one. I’ll read it.”

You started talking about other books you’ve read recently and Sirius listened more intently than you expected him to. What surprised you even more was when Sirius talked about the books he read in time after Hogwarts and before Azkaban – he was an avid reader. He said he missed having access to bookstores and libraries, yet another downside to being trapped in Grimmauld Place. 

After you finished eating, you moved to sit next to Sirius. You asked him what this neighborhood was like when he was growing up; he told you stories about him sneaking out to walk the streets and visit muggle stores. He didn’t like being trapped in the house back then and he still doesn’t. You rested your head on his shoulder, listening to his voice. Subconsciously, your hand found his and traced lazy shapes on the back of it. 

After a while, you yawned and said, “It’s getting late… I should probably get going.”

“You are always welcome to stay the night,” Sirius said with a hint of hopefulness in his voice.

“You know I can’t. Not yet.” You looked up at Sirius with a sweet smile. “Walk me out?”

He nodded, standing up and extending his hand to help you up. Sirius opened his bedroom door quietly, looking up and down the hallway and stairs. As you followed him out, you could tell that sneaking around his house was an old habit. It’s evident in how he moves. Only he was escaping from his parents when he was younger; now he’s hiding you from Remus. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before cautiously opening the front door for you to slip out. Grimmauld Place successfully had a visitor without anyone else knowing. 

Within the month, you were visiting Sirius multiple times a week. Sometimes you hung around Remus, just sharing dinner with other members of the Order or having tea. It was easy to brush off you being around Grimmauld Place at times, saying that you don’t want to miss anything so you’re hanging around Order Headquarters. Other times, Sirius came up with various excuses for Remus to not disturb him for the evening and then would slink out of the front door. You’d be waiting around the block, ready to apparate the two of you back to your flat. Sirius often laughed that it reminded him of being young again.

In your flat, you could do more things than you could in Sirius’ room. You cooked together, baked together, watched muggle TV and movies, listened to music, read and just about anything you could think of. It wasn’t going out to shops and restaurants where Sirius ran the risk of being recognized, but it was something. The most difficult part of it was getting Sirius to leave and go back into Grimmauld Place. You understood it the more you knew him. 

Your friends picked up that you were seeing someone, but you kept it quiet. You shared so few details about Sirius that if you hadn’t been spending so much time with him, they might not have believed he existed. He also wasn’t the greatest at putting love bites in places you could cover easily. Good thing your customers didn’t care what you looked like, as long as your product maintained its quality. It did. 

Getting to see Sirius, even if visually platonically, made Order meetings something you could look forward to. No one seemed to question your friendship with Sirius. You assumed it was because you had spent a fair amount of time during missions together at Grimmauld Place. So when Sirius greeted you with a hug before the first November meeting, it didn’t draw anyone's eyes. Except for Severus’. 

Your father frowned deeply at the sight. Like usual, you sat next to Tonks at the meeting. You avoided looking at Severus and only cast Sirius occasional glances. You didn’t want to be too obvious. Periodically throughout the meeting, you felt a presence in your brain; you immediately knew what it was. You cleared your mind and forced Severus out. You put up walls and focused on that for most of the meeting.

“Y/N, we’re going to need you for this one. You, Lupin, Tonks,” Shacklebolt said, ensuring that you three were listening.

You perked up immediately. This was going to be your first real mission and you’d be damned if you messed it up. Without looking, you knew that Sirius was smirking at you and your obvious excitement. You were finally getting in on some of the action. Your excitement only shrank slightly as Shacklebolt went into the mission’s details, but it was still something. 

You talked briefly with Tonks and Remus after the meeting. You needed to make sure you were all on the same page before the actual mission was to take place in a few days. When you turned to find Sirius, hoping to talk to him before you needed to leave, you spotted your father lingering in the hallway outside of the kitchen. You steadily walked up to him.

“Stay out of my head. If I have something to tell you, I will,” you said firmly, looking into his cold, dark eyes. You knew that if you didn’t look him in the eyes, he wouldn’t believe you. 

“Will you?” he drawled.

“Yes.”

Then you continued out the door. If you stayed any longer, Severus might have interrogated you and you’re not sure if you could have kept up a front for all of that. You just hoped that Sirius had enough common sense to go to his room and avoid your dad. Being a Snape, you had a natural ability for Legilimency and Occlumency; being Severus’ daughter, he made sure you knew how to utilize both. He didn’t predict that he would need to use it on you. Sirius, on the other hand, hadn’t been raised by Severus and wasn’t trained in Occlumency as far as you knew. If Severus tried to delve into Sirius’ mind, you weren’t sure what he’d find. 

You didn’t hear anything from Severus in the days leading up to your mission. You also didn’t see Sirius in that time. Any nerves you had about Severus finding out disappeared when you walked into Grimmauld Place to meet Remus and Tonks before your mission. Sirius winked at you before disappearing upstairs. Luckily, Remus and Tonks were chatting in the kitchen so they didn’t witness that. 

The mission, as bland as it was, ended up being a success. You went undetected and obtained the information you needed. It wasn’t great news for the Order, but it was necessary. You hated how you were disappointed that you didn’t have to defend yourself at all, but when you recounted the whole thing to Sirius the next day in his room over American takeaway, he made it feel so action-packed. Then when you told him the mission felt rather boring, he comforted you and said there would be more chances to prove yourself in the future, whether that was for better or worse. 

The week leading up to Christmas was eventful with Arthur Weasley getting attacked while patrolling the Department of Mysteries. Molly and Arthur essentially moved back into Grimmauld Place and when he was released from St. Mungo’s, you were spending more and more time at Grimmauld Place as well. You practically had a permanent potion station set up in the sitting room, ensuring that Arthur never went without a healing potion. While you reminded them that you’re not a healer, you could provide the potions that they needed. 

By the time the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione arrived for their Christmas break, you’re all but living at Grimmauld Place. Fred and George were excited about this. All of them complained about the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, which you’d heard things about at Order meetings. Dolores Umbridge wasn’t someone you wanted to meet. 

You tried to keep your distance from Sirius while everyone was around. This was time that Sirius could spend with his godson and you didn’t want to take any of that away from him. There was also a higher risk of someone catching you two together with so many people in the house, including the various members of the Order who popped in. 

“Y/N, can you help me with something upstairs?” Sirius asked you after dinner on Christmas Eve. 

“Erm, yeah. One second,” you replied. 

You were helping Ginny, Tonks and Molly clear the table when he asked. You finished that, wiped your hands on your jeans and followed Sirius out of the kitchen. You grabbed a small package from where you had hid it under your coat as Sirius continued up the stairs.

In the millisecond you looked away from him, he disappeared. You went up the stairs, trying to find where he went, and you wanted to laugh at yourself when you arrived at his room and the door was slightly ajar. 

“Sirius?” you asked softly, pushing the door more open. 

He pulled you into the room and closed the door behind you. On his bed was a wrapped present. 

“Happy Christmas, love” he whispered into your ear before kissing you. 

“Happy Christmas,” you mumbled, smiling into the kiss. 

You kept it brief, not knowing how long you could be hidden in Sirius’ room before people got suspicious. You broke the kiss and revealed your present for him.

“Is it okay if we exchange these up here? I, erm, didn’t get anyone else anything…”

Sirius chuckled at that. “That’s why I brought you up here. I mean, and so I could kiss you. But that’s beside the point.” 

He took the present from your hands and sat on his bed. You sat next to him, picking up the present on the bed and holding it in your lap. He tore into the paper. You watched his face light up as he flipped through a few pages of the book. 

“I wasn’t sure if you’d read it before. Shakespeare is really popular with the muggles and I’ve read this one a few times over. It’s one of his comedies.”

“A Midsummer’s Night Dream, no, I haven’t read this… Thank you,” he said. 

“It’s the same edition I have so, erm, if it’s not too cheesy, I thought we could do a little book club with it? It’s a play so we could plan to read certain scenes before we see each other and then talk about it?”

Sirius set the book down in his lap and held your face so you looked him in the eyes. “I’d love that. And I can’t wait to read it. Really, thank you.” 

You smiled as he leaned in to place a quick peck on your lips. Then he nodded at the present sitting in your lap. 

“Alright, sweetheart, open yours.”

You peeled the tape up carefully, completely different to how Sirius opened your present. There were two boxes placed on top of each other. The smaller one was a green velvet box; inside of it was a silver necklace with a small pendant with an engraved constellation. You held it up to your face to get a closer look. 

“It’s canis major…” Sirius said, sounding nervous for the first time since you’ve met him. “I was debating not giving it to you, though it might be too soon for something like that…”

“It’s beautiful, Sirius. Help me put it on?”

You gave him the necklace before lifting your hair so he could clasp it around your neck. 

“How’s it look?”

“You look perfect.”

You blushed slightly as you returned your gaze to the other box from Sirius. You took the lid off to reveal an embroidered set of dueling gloves. 

“Oh my Merlin…” you muttered as you tried on the left hand glove. “These must’ve cost a fortune!”

“They’re for when you go on more missions.”

For a moment, the two of you sat in silence. You were examining the gloves and Sirius was watching you do so. When you looked up, you pulled him into a hug and whispered thanks into his ear. 

“We should probably head back down though. We’ve been gone for a while,” you sighed. 

“Just one more thing,” Sirius said before kissing you again. 

You giggled into his lips as his hands held your waist. He smiled brightly at you when he pulled away. The book got left in his room. You put on the necklace, tucking the pendant into your shirt as the two of you descended the stairs. Sirius then went ahead to the kitchen while you hid the gloves in your jacket. No one would be any wiser that you and your boyfriend had just exchanged gifts. 

The rest of the evening went by without a hitch and soon enough you were wishing everyone a good night and heading out the door with Tonks. You made sure to give Sirius one last smile before leaving. Before you even got off the stoop, Tonks put her hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, there something going on between you and Black?” she asked, direct and to the point.

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. Although some of the confusion wasn’t fake – how had she picked up on it when you were being so discrete?

“No? What do you mean?” 

She let her hand fall and shrugged. “Thought I saw a look between you. And he needed your help with that mystery task earlier. Neither of you said what it was.”

“If there’s any look, it’s because we’re friendly. We chat before meetings, when I’m brewing. He makes alright company. And he wanted me to help clean up around my brewing station. No biggie.” 

You really hoped that no one was asking Sirius what the task was. He would likely give them a different answer and then you’d have to explain why. You and Sirius hadn’t actually talked about when you’d tell people that you were seeing each other. You were still sneaking around, albeit part of that was because Sirius wasn’t supposed to be leaving Grimmauld Place. But you exchanged presents in the privacy of his room. That had to mean something. 

You stayed in on Christmas Day, using the day to relax and catch up on stuff around your shop. Between brewing for Arthur, spending time at Grimmauld Place in general and spending time with Sirius, you were letting your stock run lower than you usually liked. It was good for you to catch up beyond just needing to have products on your shelves. You could let your mind go blank when you brewed, or you could use the time to think. 

You did think. You decided that you needed to talk to Sirius about telling people. You couldn’t keep your relationship a secret forever, especially not if you wanted to get serious. You listed off people who would be priority: Harry, Remus, Severus. The big three. And then you’d tell your friends and so on. But those three would need to be the first you told. 

You went over to Grimmauld Place on Boxing Day, and you were greeted with a chorus of voices. You headed straight to the sitting room to brew Arthur’s potions. It didn’t take long for Sirius to find you. You knew he was listening for your arrival. 

“Hey, can we talk about something?” you asked, glancing at the door.

“Oh, um, yeah…” Sirius looked uncertain but closed the door and cast a muffling charm. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong, per se,” you started slowly, “but Tonks did ask if there was something going on between us. And that got me thinking. It’s been a few months and I don’t want to sneak around forever.”

Sirius’ uncertainty melted into something softer, caring.

You continued, “I think we should tell people soon. Probably start with the Big Three.”

“The Big Three?” he asked with a smirk. He had moved to be standing next to you as you worked on the potion. 

“Yes. Remus. Harry. My dad.” You swallowed thickly. “Frankly, I have a feeling they’ll all hate it but for different reasons.”

Sirius scoffed. “So what if they hate it? They aren’t a part of this.”

“No, they aren’t. But they are large parts of our lives. They are important.”

“Darling, they can get over themselves. What they think isn’t as important as you might think.”

You shook your head, adding some mushroom stems to your cauldron. 

“I don’t want you to push away Remus and Harry for me. I know they mean the world to you. And my dad… Well, he’s family.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Sirius said, now crouching next to you and gently reaching out to turn your chin toward him. “Remus and Harry do mean a lot to me, but what they think about us, together… It won’t change how I feel about you. And, Y/N, I love you.” 

You stared at him with wide eyes. Neither of you had said that to each other yet. You expected it to come after you told people that you were dating, certainly not before. Sirius’ eyes were searching your face for some reaction. Whether or not you said it back didn’t change how he feels about you, and it wasn’t like he was going to walk away from you. You were asking about telling people so you must’ve been happy with him.

“Love?” he asked after what felt like an eternity of your staring.

“Yeah?” you breathed.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m good.” Your voice came back to you. “I just wasn’t expecting… that.”

Sirius stood up and put his hands in his pockets as he watched you continue to work on the potion.

“So we’ll start telling people,” Sirius said. “Just like if it comes up or is relevant? I mean, unless you want some formal announcement?” 

“Ah… Erm, give me one second,” you said, counting out loud how many times you stirred the cauldron counterclockwise. After you hit twenty, you stood up and barreled to Sirius to hug him. “I love you too,” you murmured into his chest. 

He barely heard it, but he did. You loved him. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“So, big announcement or casual conversation, love?” 

You looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “Casual conversation and hope that people don’t talk too much.” You chuckled. “Imagine my dad hearing it from Harry or Remus… I don’t think he would ever talk to me again.” 

After that, Sirius opened the door, dissipating the muffling charm. He sat in his usual chair and watched you finish brewing the first potion. You poured it into a bottle, set it off to the side and began preparing for the second potion. Every so often, you looked up to make eye contact with Sirius. You mirrored each other’s wide grins. You were also sporting a subtle blush, that you would blame on the heat of your cauldron if asked about it.

“Oi, Snape, you up there?” George’s voice called from somewhere outside of the sitting room. 

“Yup! Brewing!” you yelled.

Within seconds, the twins entered the room, eyes briefly flicking from you to Sirius and back to you.

“We have questions for you,” Fred said. 

“Alright.” 

You saw Sirius stand up to leave the room out of the corner of your eye. When the twins didn’t acknowledge him leaving, you knew their questions weren’t about your relationship status.

“We’re looking into starting a joke shop in Diagon Alley. Got someone to showing us a few places next week before we head back to school.”

“Oh, that’s brilliant! Be nice to have some younger shopkeeps around.” 

“Yeah. We were wondering if you’d come along? Make sure the rents and such sound okay?” George asked.

“Erm, yeah. Just tell me what day and I’ll make sure I’m available.”

“And we want to pick your brain on some business plans,” George continued.

“I’m here all the time. You can pick my brain now, later, whenever. Even when you go back to school, you can write me.” 

“Fantastic,” Fred said before launching into questions about how reliable their business plan was sounding. 

You delivered the finished potions to Arthur and Molly and got roped into a game of exploding snap. You ended up staying at Grimmauld Place longer than you originally intended. They insisted you stay for dinner. And that led to several bottles of elfmade wine being drained along with you flaunting your ability to craft delicious cocktails. 

You hadn’t planned on drinking that much, but the energy of the night kept you drinking glass after glass. You hit a point where you were in no state to walk or apparate home. You tried to leave but Sirius stopped you.

“Y/N, love, you’re staying here tonight. Come on,” he muttered, face close to your ear. 

Then he helped you upstairs and to his room. You collapsed onto his bed before he could even close the door behind him. Sirius dug through his closet until he found something you could sleep in. He helped you change, despite your protests that you were now too comfy to even move, and then he tucked you under the covers. He kissed your forehead as you drifted. 

When you woke up, you were disoriented. You didn’t immediately recognize the sheets. You certainly didn’t recognize the clothes you were wearing. But you knew the arm that was draped over your middle and when you actually looked around you, it dawned on you that you were in Sirius’ room. You had spent the night. Your headache was a reminder of how much you actually drank last night. 

“Morning, beautiful,” Sirius said groggily. 

“Good morning,” you said, rolling over so you could see his face. “Hmm, this is something I could get used to…”

“What is? Waking up hungover?”

“No… Waking up next to you.”

Sirius smiled, pulling you into his chest. “I certainly don’t mind it.”

When you rolled out of bed, Sirius dug through his closet and armoire to find you something else to wear. You told him you could wear yesterday’s clothing, but he insisted on finding you fresh clothes. Once dressed, you headed downstairs for breakfast. You didn’t even consider that the rest of the house might be up. 

“Y/N? I didn’t hear you come in,” Remus said when you sat down at the table. 

“Oh, um…” You struggled to answer.

“Actually, I don’t recall you leaving last night. Did you sleep here?” Fred asked, pointing his fork at you.

“I-”

“You did!” Fred exclaimed. “You so did!” 

“Where’d you even sleep?” George asked.

Sirius’ room. Nope. You couldn’t just say that. Yes, you said that you would tell people about your relationship with Sirius. Breakfast with Remus, George, Fred, Ginny and Hermione didn’t feel like the right time.

“My room,” Sirius answered for you. “Turns out I have a very comfortable floor. Who would’ve thought?” 

“Right…” Remus said, taking in that you were wearing Sirius’ clothes.

Remus had known Sirius for too long; he knows that Sirius hates sleeping anywhere but a bed. There was no chance that Sirius slept on the floor. He let the topic drop for breakfast but made a mental note to talk to Sirius about it later. 

When everyone scattered throughout the house doing their own things, Remus found Sirius in his room with the door open. He was reading the book you got him for Christmas. Remus stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

“Did you shag her?” His voice was quiet but steady. 

Sirius didn’t even look up from his book. “No.”

He knew Remus meant last night – that was the only thing keeping his answer from being a lie. Remus narrowed his eyes at Sirius. He was searching for Sirius’ tells, but there weren’t any. 

“So she just slept in your bed. And you slept on the floor.” 

“I… may have been in the bed with her. But we didn’t shag.” 

Remus tutted. “She’s Snape’s kid.” 

“And?” 

“You’ve been getting close with her.”

“I have. We’re quite close. It happens when you spend a lot of time with someone,” Sirius stated, closing his book. “I’d say I’m rather close with you too.”

Remus stayed quiet for a moment as he studied Sirius. He shook his head.

“You’re not telling me something.”

“What am I not telling you?” Sirius asked, unable to prevent his smirk from forming.

“Merlin, she’s Snape’s kid!”

“Moony, what are you asking?”

“Are you… Merlin, Padfoot… Please tell me you’re not.”

Sirius barked a laugh. “We are.”

“You have to be kidding me… Fuck…” Remus ran a frustrated hand down his face, briefly turning away from Sirius. “How long has this been… a thing?”

“Few months.”

“Months?”

“Months.”

“That’s why she’s been spending so much time here.”

“Part of it, yeah.”

“Who all knows?”

“You.”

Remus choked on air. “Me? That’s it?”

“We’re getting ready to tell people. Just waiting for the right time.”

“You… You should not be so relaxed about this! I’m sorry, Pads, but I don’t see how it lasts. And, Merlin, this is Snively’s kid. You know that, right?”

“I’m very aware. She wants to be the one to tell him, so don’t go bringing it up.”

“That’s the best plan for your survival…” 

“So, you good? Or do you need to yell at me?”

“I… I… I don’t know,” Remus stuttered. “Just… ugh. I don’t know. It feels wrong.”

“Not to us.”

“That… doesn’t help.”

Remus walked out of Sirius’ room. Sirius picked up his book with a small smile playing at his lips. One person down, two to go. 

tags: @navs-bhat, @bruxa0007, @c0ldstvff, @corawithfanfiction

[animeshotsh]

Explosive At first sight | White Rabbit x Fem!Reader |

Canon violence - White Rabbit full Demon Form - Darkcom sucks - Love at first sight-

Maybe you have a complex savior or you just are stupid. Whatever it is, it made Rabbit fall hard.

You see. You are just a human. A worker who lives her days hating the system and balancing bills and personal fun.

The subscription to your favorite streaming platform and that limited skin wont be buying alone. And also you saw a new shirt and your fridge its empy.

So yes. You are just going around looking down at your phone so intense that you fail to notice the clear battle between Darkcom and a full Rabbit.

Oh and you did not see the Demons running towards the portal.

Not until one young one crashes with you (it lost its parents in the chaos) and now you have a young Demon looking up at you almost crying.

However instead of screaming or attacking it you take it in your arms and basically run towards the older looking ones because....thats their kid right ? And you dont trust Darkcom who are screaming from behind you to let the Demon down or they will open fire at you too.

Excusme, too? The fuckers are killing kids?

Yes, big NOPE from you and a middle finger as you move faster towards some confused Demons and a equal confused and not trusting Rabbit who demands you give him the kid.

And you do. You even take a bullet for the Rabbit and the kid. It hurts like hell and for a moment you do think you will die.

But since your blood its non Demon the bullet does not explote!!

Something snaps inside the white Rabbit who tells the remaining Malakians to go as he fires a Canon and sees all explote. The smoke that stays behind its a good cover for him and when he sees you all scared and bloody.

He knows Darkcom Will see you as someone who cares for Demons so they will hunt you and torture you.

So he scopes you in his arms saying something off "A gentlemen never leaves a Lady behind" and jumps over the portal.

Of course you pass out and its Rabbit who patches you while him and the rest stay in Hell at least in a zone where you can breath.

And the young Malakian its your fan. The little kid keeps coming to your room to read to you. Even if you never respond.

The day you wake up Rabbit its there in a second. His ears picked the screams from you. He tries his best to calm you down and to explain whats going on.

So, long story short. Since you protected a Demon the humans now sees you as a criminal and you have no place back at your home.

He will ask you why you helped (with a critical eye) and after you say you cant let a young kid get hurt (and you also give him some comeback on why he helped you) the two of you end in terms of...its not friendship yet. More like: I gotta deal with you and you with me.

You end being the nanny of the young Malakians along side other ones. Even if you sometimes dont get their jokes and you end being the joke.

The young one you saved loves you. Turns out its parents died and now it sees you and its mom.

Cut to moments of you and it doing things together like reading, it explaining something from hell to you. Or how to hide from a big Demon.

BRINGS YOU ROCKS !! The little baby wants to reciprocate the care you have give it.

And while you do not notice it. The White Rabbit sees all of this from the start and ends slowly falling for you from afar.

He hates humans but you act like no one of the scum from Darkcom so he allows himself to fall for you. He starts to appear close to you. Keeps an eye on you but in a way thats caring and soft. His own heart beats faster when you say to him some word in his original language and has to turn away to hide his face when you ask him to touch his ears (a moment of too much trust).

You also end being a big help for his experiments since you ended bringing your phone with you and after some charging the white Rabbit its able to use it as some batery.

He ends learning things from you from it. Like how you liked animals or hated things from the human realm. He ends finding out a rant note of you towards your Boss and he cant help but imagine you as one of these small demons that puffs their fur out to look scary.

The day things end out of the bag its when you two are having a calm afternoon while drinking tea and the young Malakians comes calling you mom then looking at him and calling him dad.

.....And when no one responds the young one just points out all the signs both from Demon culture and human culture.

Its akward for a few days till you two end being adults and talk it out.

BOOM its terrible on both ends but you two do like each other so now he is your boyfriend while he calls you mate.

All the Malakian woman congratulating you and also asking when you two will produce offspring...

And Rabbit its away but cant ignore it because he ears all. And now he cant stop thinking about it...

Give him some time and he will end giving you some babies of your own.

[smittenmeraki]

Someone introduce Jean Moreau to Gordon Ramsey. I NEED Cat and Jean making fun of people on hells kitchen and kitchen nightmares. I need Jean getting as into scolding people at poor cooking as he does bad Exy plays. I need him being absolutely scandalized at the horrible recipes, I need him to be whispering under his breath "you fucking tell him Ramsey" when hes going off on people in the kitchen. I need Jeremy hiding a smile as Jean corrects people who cant hear him. RAH I need Jean Moreau loving new hobbies.

[thatnightlamp]

PLS NEVER STOP WRITING THAT LORGAR FIC WAS SUMTHIN ELSE I TELL YOU I NEED SOMETHING SIMILAR WITH SANGY 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Babe Sangy deserve everything nice. I cant whip him😼🤌

Sanguinius had spent years mastering the thirst.

It pulsed beneath his skin like a second heartbeat, humming low and hungry. The galaxy called him angel, saint, demigod, but none of them knew the truth of what coiled behind his serene smile, beneath the halo of his beauty. Not even you.

Especially not you.

You, who had walked into his cathedral-like chamber with bare feet and curious eyes, unafraid of the shadow that curled at the edges of his golden wings. You, who touched him like he was just a man, not a Primarch, not a legend, but something warm, breathing, and breakable. He had feared you, at first. Feared what he could become in your arms.

And yet he had returned to you. Again and again.

He told himself it is love. It is love, but it is something else too. Something older, darker, buried beneath centuries of denial. A beast whose cage was growing brittle with every kiss you gave him.

He kept his distance at first. Reverent. Worshipful. He would lie beside you and listen to your heartbeat with his head on your chest, pretending it didn’t drive him mad. Pretending he didn’t want to sink his teeth into your skin and drink that rhythm until it was his own.

But you were too good. Too soft. And he was always so careful. Always holding back. You saw it in the tension of his muscles, in the way he stopped just before his mouth brushed your throat. In the way his pupils dilated like a predator’s, but his hands still trembled like a penitent man.

You wanted more. And he wanted everything.

That night, the chains snapped.

It began as it always did, in silence. His wing curled protectively around you, his hand tracing the curve of your spine with aching slowness. He kissed you like it would be the last time, every touch layered in devotion and fear. His armor lay discarded, his sanctified robes strewn like holy offerings at the foot of the bed.

You whispered to him, words meant only for him, and he answered not with vows or promises, but with need. You saw it in his eyes. Feel it in the way his mouth devoured yours. Something was shifting.

You straddled him, guided him inside you, and his control shattered.

He cried out, not in pain, but in release. His hands clutched your hips, claws nearly forming as he fought not to grip you too hard. His wings flexed and twitched like they were being pulled from the inside. Every thrust was slow, reverent, but you could feel the tension behind it, a dam straining under the weight of centuries of restraint.

“Sanguinius,” you breathed, cupping his face, “don’t hold back.”

And that broke him.

He flipped you with sudden, terrifying grace, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your thigh. He moved faster now, deeper, like a storm unleashed.

“You don’t understand,” he growled, his voice no longer angelic but low, guttural. “You can’t tell me that.”

“I want all of you,” you said, breathless. “Even the part you hide.”

And then his lips found your throat. He hesitated, shaking.

“You smell like sunlight and warmth and everything I was never meant to have.”

His fangs grazed your skin.

“Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

He bit.

Pain bloomed like a star going supernova, sharp, hot, consuming. But beneath it was ecstasy. His body shuddered against yours as he drank, his tongue lapping at the wound like a lover’s kiss. He moaned into your skin, and you felt it, the power behind the hunger. Ancient. Endless.

And for a moment, it felt like you had fallen into him. Into a chasm of desire so deep it had no bottom.

When he pulled back, blood stained his perfect lips. His eyes glowed, golden and horrified.

“No,” he whispered. “No, no, no…”

You reached for him. Dazed, weak, but not afraid.

“Sanguinius–”

“I fed on you,” he said, recoiling. “I lost control. I–”

“You needed it,” you said softly, voice thick. “You needed me.”

He turned from you, hiding his face behind one wing, as if ashamed. “You don’t know what you’ve done.”

You crawled to him, wrapped your arms around his trembling form. “Then tell me.”

His body quaked beneath your touch. “I’ve buried it for years. I swore to the Emperor, to myself… I would never become that.”

You kissed the edge of his wing, the scars on his shoulder. “You didn’t hurt me. You feel me. And I feel you.”

He turned then, slowly, eyes burning. “You don’t fear me?”

“No,” you whispered. “I think you’ve been starving for so long, you forgot what it feels like to be full.”

He surged forward, not with hunger, but desperation. He kissed you hard, deep, breath stolen between teeth and tongue. This was different now, wilder. Freer. The beast was unchained.

He laid you back down, and this time when he took you, he truly took you, with no restraint, no fear. His body moved like a storm, all grace and violence. His wings flared wide, then wrapped around you like a cocoon. His mouth found every inch of your skin, reverent and ravenous.

When he bit again, it was at your breast, and you cried out, not in pain, but need. The blood he took was a prayer, and the pleasure it gave was divine.

You came undone with his name on your lips, and when he followed, it was with a sound so broken, so human, it brought tears to your eyes.

Afterward, he cradled you in silence, breath shallow, as if stunned by what had passed between you.

“I can’t stop,” he whispered. “You’ve opened something in me I can’t close.”

“Then don’t,” you said, tracing his jaw. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

He looked at you then, truly looked, not as a protector, or a Primarch, but as a man. A man with hunger and grief and love so deep it could drown suns.

“I love you,” he said. “But if I take too much I–”

“You won’t,” you said. “Because I’ll give it.”

His hand cupped your cheek, warm and trembling. “You’d give yourself to the monster?”

“I already did,” you said, smiling softly. “And it gave me the angel in return.”

He kissed you again. Blood, salt, and sweetness, and for once, he didn’t hold back.

Damn now I found out where the dash on the keyboard - — – hehehe

[luigilore]

you had enough. there was only so much you could endure. you loved him so much, but it was clear his love didn't extend the same way back to you. you decided to end it after a year. winter break of your 4th year to be exact. it was by far the most emotionally taxing relationship you had ever been in. you had him blocked on everything. imessage, instagram, snapchat, facebook, twitter, your fucking upenn email address. everything. you deserved better, you told yourself. it was hard to distance yourself from someone who played a huge role in your life and was so heavily involved in your social circle. he tried to reach out, of course he did. but you were done. done with the mixed signals. done with the lies. done with feeling like you’d never be enough. it was hard, but it was for the best. you told yourself it would be the last time on a number of occasions, but you always went back. he would come to your house with pre rolls, you two would avoid the issue, get high, have sex, he would be gone again, and pull the same shit again. an endless loop. it would be impossible to ignore him. he was always right there, at every function, get-together, frat party… always there, always staring with the same look in his eyes. other men knew not to talk to you out of respect for some bullshit bro code over a man who refused to even label your relationship. luigi ruined your life. you were going 2 months strong no-contact, successfully shutting down every possible route luigi took to try and get back with you. 

sophie had been at brian’s that night, and you were working to finish a thesis. frantic banging on your door startled you. you shuffled out of bed and opened the door to your dorm to find him. dishevelled - rough looking. his eyes had a red gleam to them, but it wasn’t weed. you know your boy. “i’m so fucking sorry. i love you so fucking much and i dont deserve you—” “what do you want, luigi?” you cut him off. “please baby, just hear me out. i cant fucking live without you.” he jumbles his words together, frantically. “no. you don’t get to come and ruin my life every chance you get. i said i’m done. fuck you, luigi. leave me alone.” you scream at him. silence fills the space and a pang of regret hits you after. the look on his face killed you. “i’m sorry. i understand. please know how much i love you.” he says with teary eyes as he turns to walk away. “wait.” you call out. he turns around. “come in. you have 10 minutes.”

10 minutes turned into 3 hours. tears, apologies, and i love you’s. from both sides. luigi tells you everything. his health struggles, family life, his pressures. everything. you finally understand his mind & motives. he tells you he wants to make it official, you tell him you need time. time to figure everything out, and decide if he even deserved to be back in your life. he said he understood, and left with a hug. life moved on after that. luigi remained a constant. walking you to and from class, helping you with your homework, and free weed of course. you still loved him, no matter what. time heals all, as they say. by the time spring break rolled around, you and luigi had another sit down. you told him you were ready. you also gave him a list of conditions, and told him if he broke any, you wouldn't hesitate to leave. for good. he said he understood. the first kiss after was unforgettable. so many unspoken emotions in one action. you broke the news to your friends after, they were all so happy for you two. luigi proved to be the best boyfriend ever, defying all your expectations. graduation came soon after. your group had a celebratory smoke sesh. you sat comfy in luigi’s lap, excited to build a future with the man you loved so much.

-gymrat anon <33

omg omg thank you for blessing us with this saga 😫 love this dynamic sm like

blocking him on the upenn email address STOP after u get an email from lnm98@upenn.edu asking if u guys can just talk that day after he holds his ta office hours lmfao  

every time he’d come over he’d tell u it would really be different this time asking “why don't u believe me” w/ his full chest and ur just like uhhh “why would I?”

“other men knew not to talk to you out of respect for some bullshit bro code over a man who refused to even label your relationship.” UMMMMMMM just the idea of a guy trying to flirt w u at a party and lu is staring u down a few feet away and the guy is like "uhhh do u know him?"

when he finally shows up at ur apartment in the early hours of the morning, u want to shut the door in his face but ur starting to get upset and louder and u dont want ur neighbors to wake up so u pull him in

and when he takes his hood off u can see how messy his hair is, how his eyes are red with dark circles underneath, his jawline sharper...

and he hoarsely opens up to u like just spills out of him he tells u abt all the treatments and doctors appointments he's secretly been to, how graduation, getting his masters, and job hunting were all culminating to make him retreat entirely into himself

after ur early morning talk u guys have of a weird but needed and nice vibe of just being friends in a way you never really had been before, rebuilding trust etc

omg omg wait during spring break imagine going on a trip with ur friend group and sitting out by the beach alone at night as the sun begins to set and that's when u tell him ur ready??!!! 

the sex that night too… stfu 

AND GRADUATION... throwing ur caps in the air together during the ceremony, all the like official coupley things like pictures ur parents insist on taking arghhh

omg and he'd tell u the most ridiculously romantic shit when he's high too just no filter and incredibly earnest making u melt ughghh

[hartleychristopher]

hi i greet you with thigh riding chris or even

BOOT RIDING CHRIS???

grinding on his new boots while he's spread out on his gaming chair letting you do your thing until he cant stop himself from watching you and jerking himself off

or thigh riding chris while he watches a show and is kissing up all over your while hes telling you when to stop because he can tell when your close <\3

EJEKE

AHHHHHHH OMG. Okay so I read the thigh riding prompt and I went to write it and it turned in to brat tamer Chris 🧍🏼‍♀️

I didn’t mean for that to happen… so I’ll post that separately bc that’s not what you asked for at all. (That other one got a little long too whoops)

But I love the idea of sitting on Chris’s lap while he pretends to be watching his show.

Rolling your hips on him lazily and kissing on his neck. And he can’t help but lean forward to hold you, kissing against your face and jaw. His kisses are wet and hot and he’s so worked up just from listening to your gasping and mewling from rutting yourself against his thigh.

He can tell you’re getting close by the sounds you’re making.

“Baby—baby slow down.” he says softly into your ear. “You’re going too fast.” he says as he gently bites into the soft skin of your neck, eliciting a soft squeak of pleasure from you.

“Feels so good, Chris!” You whimper pathetically, it’s too much, you need to cum.

“I know—I know but I don’t want you to cum just yet,” he tells you gently. “You’re too pretty like this, I don’t want it to be over yet.” He rasps against your skin as he sucks another hickey into your neck. “The sounds you’re making are so pretty.” he praises you more, he’s trying to keep his breathing even as he speaks to you, so overwhelmed with desire for you that he feels lightheaded.

<3

[prettydaisygirl]

OMG. I cant beleive I found a new writer who can feed my james potter delusion! Generally I'm a silent supporter but after reading your Aus, you literally have unlocked a new part of my brain. Your ideas are truly amazing ❤️ pls keep blessing us with your works🙏🏻

I feel like the au idea which I have in mind you can really express it.so may I pls request a college au with fratjames potter x reader.where they both are acquaintance and something happens.due to some misunderstanding reader is the receiving end of James wrath.after realising his mistake he makes a sweet apology gesture to reader and wants to get in her good books.

It's just a just my apology if you couldn't really get the idea( english is my 2nd language and I don't feel confident in it)

P.s pls feel free to ignore it ❤️Have a wonderful Day/Night💗

Hello, my love! Thank you so much for the request! This is my first request so I'm a little nervous haha, I hope this is what you were looking for :) Your words are so sweet, and you really made my day! Also, I'm kind of obsessed with frat!James now... Have a wonderful day/night yourself, lovely <3

frat!James Potter x fem!reader who was supposed to bring the beer ✿ 1.4k words

cw: fem reader, marauders as frat bros, alcohol (or lack thereof), armed store robbery with a gun (not described in detail), reader is James' lab partner

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James is having a bad night. It’s 8pm on a Friday and he hasn’t had a single drop of alcohol yet. This is unusual, especially given the music blaring through the frat house with enough bass to shake the foundation. There are dozens of people here. Most of them know James even if he doesn’t know them, which is great until it isn’t.

Another one approaches him, some guy by the name of Marty or something.

“Dude,” The guy raises his arms and James’ annoyance skyrockets. He already knows what this guy is about to say. “Where’s the beer?”

“I know,” James grunts at him. Barty, that’s it. “I’m working on it.”

Barty scoffs but James is already pushing past him. He pushes through the crowd, many of whom move quickly to get out of his way. His eyes scan through, looking for someone in particular.

Where the hell are you?

James makes his way to the kitchen, seeing the counters still bare and no sign of you anywhere. He curses under his breath and pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contact list. Just as he presses the call button, Sirius approaches him. James holds up a hand but Sirius speaks anyway.

“Prongs, where are the drinks? If one more Alpha Tau tells me my party sucks, I might go to prison.” James just glares at Sirius’ dramatics, the phone ringing endlessly in his ear. It goes to voicemail and he hangs up with a groan. 

“I thought you said you handled it!” Sirius stresses just as Remus walks into the kitchen, beelining for the two of them.

“I did!” James argues, running a hand through his already unruly hair with a huff. 

“What’s going on?” Remus asks, crossing his arms and looking between James and Sirius with a narrowed stare. “Is this about the beer?”

“Yes!” Sirius stresses again, and points at James, “It’s James’ week to get drinks. But here we are, at 8pm on Friday and…” Sirius gestures to the empty countertops. “No drinks!”

“You tell ‘em, Sirius!” James hears Barty shout from across the kitchen and James fears he and Sirius might both end up in prison together. 

“I thought I handled it.” James tells both of his frat brothers, shrugging a bit.

“What does that mean?” Remus asks, his brow furrowing. “Did you buy the drinks or not?”

James at least has the decency to look sheepish, running a hand over the back of his hair as he inhales through his teeth. “I may have… asked my lab partner to get it for me.”

Sirius gasps, raising a hand to his chest as though clutching his pearls, “I thought pawning drinks off on someone else was against the rules!”

“It is.” Remus tells Sirius, looking at James with an expectant stare. 

“I was using it as an excuse for us to meet up, you know? So the two of us can hang out…” James feels his stomach churn when Sirius’ face bends into a knowing smirk. 

“Oh, I understand…” Sirius winks at James, “To ‘hang out.’” His air quotes make Remus roll his eyes and James glare harshly.

“Someone needs to go get drinks.” Remus reminds the two of them. The party crowd is getting routier behind him. 

“James, it’s your week, so off you go.” Sirius nudges James toward the front door. “You never know, you might find your lover along the way!” 

“Oi, fuck off!” James calls back to him right as the door slams closed behind him. 

As he begins the trek to the store, he attempts to call you several times. Every attempt is met with voicemail. He texts you, and all of them are left unread. James finds frustration and anger building in his gut, not solely from the lack of alcohol but also from being stood up, apparently. James Potter has never been stood up in his life. 

On his seventh attempt to call you, it doesn’t even ring. It goes straight to voicemail. His jaw clenches and his fists ball up and he finds himself spewing words he shouldn’t say, airing his frustrations out to you. He calls you things like selfish and rude, and even a bad friend. 

By the time he turns onto the last street, his anger has mostly turned into disappointment. He’d really been looking forward to seeing you tonight, and though it hadn’t been to sleep with you like Sirius had suggested, he had been considering it your first date. 

James is lost in thought as he approaches the store, steps scraping gently across the pavement. He’s thinking about what he might say to you during your lab on Monday when he hears your voice. It catches his attention immediately and he looks up, eyes searching for you. 

There you are, just as pretty as always, but something’s wrong. You’re standing in front of the store, tear-stains evident on your cheeks as you speak to a police officer. James’ heart sinks into his stomach and he’s by your side before he can stop himself.

“Hey,” His voice is low and soothing, more comforting than he thought he could be but you look up at him like he’s saved your life and his heart pounds. “What’s going on?” 

James’ eyes dart nervously between you and the police officer, but the uniformed man shakes his head a bit. “I’ve got everything I need. You gon’ be okay?” James is a bit confused but he realizes the officer’s words are directed at you when he sees you nodding.

“Yes, sir. Thank you very much.” Your voice is a bit choked and you wipe at your cheeks before turning to him. He feels like he needs to scoop you up in his arms, to do something to help put you back together and get that look out of your eyes. 

“What happened?” James’ hands reach for your arms, settling on your elbows. His thumbs brush over your skin soothingly and you feel tears burning in your eyes again at his gentle movements.

“I was…” You swallow thickly when your voice cracks, “I was trying to get the drinks for your party and some guy came in and he was yelling at the cashier, and he… he had a gun, and I didn’t know what to do and you kept calling me and I was trying to answer but-”

James shushes you before you can continue spiraling, shaking his head. Guilt surges through him, knowing what his texts say. And that voicemail…

“Don’t worry about it.” He assures you, and his dark eyes meet yours. “Is it okay if I hug you?” As soon as you nod, he wraps you in a tight embrace, like he really is trying to put you back together. You both stand like that for a long moment until he feels your body relax, your soft sigh brushing his ear in a puff of warm air. 

James pulls back and moves to cup your face with one hand, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You tell him with a soft nod and an even softer smile. It’s one that gives James butterflies and he suddenly feels bad having you look at him like that when…

“Just… delete all of those texts from me.” He says, and your brow furrows, lips parting a bit to question him but he speaks again before you can. “And please don’t listen to that voicemail.”

You look to the side before your eyes meet his again, a confused smile on your lips. “What? Why, what did you say?” The smile fades when James doesn’t play off his words like he always does.

“Okay, I’ll delete them.” His face relaxes a bit at your words and he looks back up at the shop. He hears his text notification sound, but he ignores it, his eyes settling on your face again instead. 

“Do you… Are you still coming to the party?” He asks, and he hates the way desperation is plain in his tone. 

“I was hoping to, yeah.” Your smile turns a bit shy and sweet now and James beams, his hands on your shoulders.

“Okay, great! So we’ll get drinks and then walk back together!” His smile falters and he hesitates then, looking back at the store. “Actually, you wait here. I’ll go get drinks. You don’t need to come back inside.” Your heart almost breaks at his consideration for your feelings. You move up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Okay,” You say, “I’ll be waiting right here.” 

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[neuvilletteswife4ever]

Can I ask yandere dottore and pantalone (separate) x an angel reader who bleeds gold 😜😜😜

HEY SOO IM ONLY DOING DOTTORE CUZ I CANT WRITE PANTALONE THAT WELL......

Warnings: Blood, Obsession, forced experiment, brain experiment to supposedly fix readers 'attitude', in short, Dottore is a warning and that will tell you a lot about this.

I do not support this kind of behavior!

Dottore

When Dottore first found you, in that small little village, he immedietaly felt something different.. Something that he had never felt before. Some people would call it love, some would call it obsession, but he called it 'curiosity'. Because, how would such a small little thing like you, be able to capture HIS attention?

So, as anyone would, he stalked you. He learned every single thing about you, your likes, dislikes, how many times you breathe a day, everything! But there was one thing that he was truly interested in. Those wings of yours. Your wings were ethereal, he said it himself, a rare compliment coming from him.

He needed you. You're sole purpose was to be by his side, forever. Even if you don't know it yet.

So, he had a plan.

He'd kidnap you and truly make you his, forever.

And so he did.

You were now sitting on a soft white chair while having your wrists and ankles restrained, while being blindfolded because he can't have you run away. Not that you'd be able to, he has thousands of segments watching your every move. But it was just in case, he can't take ANY risks.

As you woke up, you found yourself in a dark room. Maybe you were dreaming? Why were your ankles and wrists restrained.. and after a moment, you finally realized, that the room wasn't dark. You were blindfolded.

"H-huh...where am I? Is someone there?" you called out, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope.

The segments, who were just watching your sleeping body, got up immedietaly as they realized that you woke up, they immedietaly went to go inform the harbinger. The one who was behind all of this..

You suddenly found yourself crying.. why was this happening to you? What did you do to deserve this?!

Dottore walked in to the room, signaling the multiple segments to get out of the room so he could talk privately to you.

"Hello, I thought i'd introduce myself to you. Since you'll be spending the rest of your life with me." He says calmly, as if you weren't freaking out in front of him. You couldn't see him since you were blindfolded, but there was a dark and powerful aura that came from him. The thought of spending your entire life with a random man sent a shiver down your spine.

"W-Who are you?! What do you want from me??!" You sobbed, "J-Just let me go! Please!"

He grinned, but you couldn't see it.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. This is your fate." He says coldly, but there was a hint of obsession in his voice.

Slowly, he took of your blindfold, savouring the moment of touching your beautiful face that was created by the heavens themselves.

You trembled, and quickly looked up at the tall figure, and when you realized who it was, your face turned white.

"You...you're the second ranked harbinger!" You said, barely above a whisper, gasping before continuing. "No..no, please! Don't! I don't wanna be here!" You cried and sobbed, but it was as if he didn't care.

His grin wavered slightly, he didn't really care if you wanted it or not. As long as he had you near him, that was all that he needed.

After that day, something in your life changed.

The thought of having one of the most dangerous people in Teyvat kidnapping you was unbearable!

You tried to gain his trust, but he obviously noticed your act, but he decided to go along with it. It was better than having you cry every moment of having him in your sight.

After a long time, he took of the restraints. He knew you'd try to escape. He knew you'd do anything to get out of his grasp. But you couldn't. And you knew that.

One day, he was doing some experiments on some people as usual, he had you near him like always. You were used to this, the gruesome sight. You looked in the shelves, and found some weird sharp thing, and you accidentally cut yourself with it. You let out a small whimper, and Dottore immedietaly turned around.

"What happened? What did you do-" He stopped when he saw you bleed. Your blood...was not normal. You were bleeding gold. How...he had never seen this sort of thing.

"Oh? You've never told me about this...Hm.." He thinks for a moment and grabs your hand, looking at the small cut where the golden "blood" poured out.

"I..uhm.." You stuttered, not knowing what to say.

"Hmm... i'll do some experiments on you and "learn" more about this ability of yours, and i'll fix the attitude you've had for the past month. It'll only hurt a little, my dear..."

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your back, a syringe..? You couldn't think as you slipped out of consciousness, but at that moment, one thing was clear. He wasn't really in love, he was simply obsessed with the concept of 'love'.

Maybe one day, you'll escape, even if that day may never come.

[tenderbeck]

You suffer, too (and it’s all my fault)

── ❦・⸝⸝ pairing: fiend!sylus x sorceress!mc

── ❦・⸝⸝ genre: angst, nsfw for gore thematics, MDNI

── ❦・⸝⸝ word count: 1.7k

── ❦・⸝⸝ tags: hanahaki disease, not really the same just inspired by it so it's my own version, blood and gore, it's not the main focus but it's there, angst with an happy ending, i mean it's inspired by sylus' myth so do the math for the after ending :"), implied future character death

── ❦・⸝⸝ links: ao3, x thread

── ❦・⸝⸝ summary: Sylus is sick. He doesn't need a diagnosis, he already knows what he has. This curse is present in his kin's blood since the beginning of time. He is cursed with love, and love is going to get him killed. Two bloodied hands engulf his heart, squeeze it and then throw it on the ground to let it rot there. Even if his heart is all cut and bruised, it faintly follows the beat of hers. But oh, isn't death sweet when it comes from the tenderest touch?

this is my only lads account, i'll only post my writings here, on ao3 and x NOT IN ANY OTHER BLOGS / ACCOUNTS

── ❦・⸝⸝ author's note: hi baby bats!! this is the first fic i've written in the LaDS' fandom (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) the glasses with the rose in promise inspired me so much i had to write something about it, so here we are with my own version of hanahaki disease. english is not my first language so please bear with the eventual mistakes.

In a world where the one who loves coughs petals, the beloved suffers too.

He discovered his disease just like that. One day he was fine, or, at least, as fine as someone chained up for eternity could be, then she came into the picture. First, she unchained him, then she gave him a name. His name. She occupied every corner of his den with her scent. A glimpse of her shadow alone could make him feel like he found the most precious jewel in the world and he wanted to add her to his collection, whom he guarded jealously.

Then he discovered the first sign. He felt something stuck in his throat and, when he coughed, a red petal came out of his mouth. He was confused but decided to disregard it: he hoped it was a coincidence.

Then it became a daily occurrence, coughing petals whenever he thought of her. It was becoming so evident that now even she knew something was wrong. “We should look this up” she said one day. When she sang for him, they remained out to observe the stars together but his coughing became unbearable. “I can search some sorcery books about this, it seems like some type of enchantment is involved”. “You don’t have to worry your pretty head about this kitten, I’ve got it under control” replied Sylus. He knew exactly what it was but it couldn’t be possible. He wasn’t capable of feeling human emotions.

Right?

Then, one day, when he was checking his treasures, he heard it. “Sylus?” there was confusion in her voice, but the first thing he noticed was hurt. She was hurting. He whipped his head around and paled when he saw her: tears were streaming down her face from one eye, and the other… “Please Sylus, tell me I’m dreaming”. A rose stemmed from her left eye and it was dripping blood. It looked painful and it was all his fault. He rushed to her side and cupped her face to inspect her eye: the illness was at the last stage, but how? It couldn’t be possible, unless…

“Sylus please tell me what’s happening to me” she said while sniffling. “First you coughing petals, now this” she put a hand over his arm “I– I cant see from my left eye”. She looked up at him, her expression was distraught “it hurts so much”. “Sweetie, I–“ he sighed, almost trembling, then took her hand and guided her to his bedding to sit down and she followed him like a lost puppy.

Oh, who has his fierce sorceress become? First a lioness, now a scared house cat. He needed to fix this as soon as possible. He needed to have her back.

As they sat, he began to speak “kitten, I know you’re hurting” he gently stoked her right cheek “but now listen to my story, it’s important that you understand what it’s going to happen and why”. She nodded, tears and blood still streaming down her face. “In my kin there’s a curse as old as time” he started, looking at her “to deter us from becoming weak, we are born with this illness, which consists in coughing rose petals when…” he averted his gaze, he couldn’t muster to say it. How could he say that to her? But looking at her expectant face, where he found so much hope, he had to find the courage to say it. To admit it.

“When?” she asked, drying a bloody tear fallen from the rose nestled in her eye. He took a deep breath, coughed some petals again, and then answered “when one of my kin is feeling emotions. Human emotions”. “Which emotions are you feeling that make you so sick? Your coughing is getting worse” she said preoccupied.

Even in a situation like this, she could find the strength to worry for him.

“And what that has to do with my eye?” she said, confusion evident on her features. Sylus gently stroked her face and continued “that’s the other part, this illness also infects the person to whom these emotions are directed”. It was hard to admit it, but if he wanted to save himself (her) he had to say it all. Even if it meant admitting he was feeling something that his kind never even once felt.

“And which is the emotion that you’re directing to me?” she took his hand and waited, tears and blood still evident on her ethereal face.

“It’s love, kitten” Sylus finally had the courage to say. To admit to himself. “It’s love that I’m feeling”. She looked at him as if he grew two heads, and he might as well have given the way he was feeling.

Feeling, such a strange thing for a fiend.

“What? Love?” by her tone, he feared she was scared or worse, repulsed by him. But she tightened her grip on his hand, as if she was scared he’d let her go.

He could never.

“Yes sweetie. I fear my love for you has led to our demise.”

“But how could it happen in one night?” she asked again, ever the curious kitten. “I mean… you started to cough several weeks ago, why has the rose appeared now?”. Sylus thought for a bit, and then answered “the only explanation I can give you is that, given its sudden appearance and the stage of the illness,” he stroked the rose’s petals as he spoke “you’re in love with me too”. She was astonished, but he caught some red tinting her cheeks. He smirked, figuring that some playfulness could sweeten the thing he had to say later. “I am right, aren’t I, kitten?”. She looked at his face, then at their intertwined hands, and then at him again “I think you’ve carved a spot in my heart that has become too big to ignore”.

He gently smiled at her, knowing how this will turn out in the end. But he didn’t care now. As he looked at her face, the first thing he wanted to do was to get rid of this rose. As he finished this thought, she grimaced and the rose started dripping bloody tears again. She tried to dry them with her hand, but the result was only blood smearing on her face. He must admit that, even in this state, all covered in blood and hurting, she still looked fierce. She still looked as beautiful as a ruby.

“Please, tell me you know how you get rid of this rose” she tried to touch it but then retracted her hand as soon as the fingers graced the flower “it hurts Sylus, so much”. The pain in her voice made him restless, he wanted to do it quickly but he knew he couldn’t. “Kitten, now you have to do as i say, but please rest assured that I’ll handle this with the outmost care”. She slowly nodded, so he took her and placed her in his lap, back to chest. He placed her head on his gem and entangled her waist with his tail, to keep her from moving. “Sweetie, now I have to manually remove the rose”. She gasped in the middle of hiccups: she was crying a lot and he couldn’t bear this sight. He couldn’t bear to be the one to have reduced her to this.

“Why?”.

Sylus almost couldn’t hear her whisper. “Why what?”

“Why is this curse so cruel. To you. To me” she said, still crying. “Just, why would someone treat your kin and the ones they loved like this”. He sighed. As always, her way of thinking mesmerised him. “It’s a test”. “A test for what?”. “Loyalty”. He couldn’t phrase it any better, it was as simple as that: loyalty. “The pain you’re going to endure now will be so unbearable to most humans that, in the end, you’ll curse me and I’ll end up dying by your hand”.

“Never” she was so quick to reply. “I’ll never curse you” she held his hand. “I’ll never kill you” she took it near her mouth. “Do what you have to do, i can handle it. I’m not like any human” she spoke against it and then kissed it. Sylus nodded, then he tightened his tail around her waist while wiith one hand he held still her head, and with the other he took the rose.

“It’s going to hurt, kitten”.

“I’m ready”.

He held the rose firmly and started to pull. Blood started dripping from her eye socket and she moaned in pain. The more he pulled, the more the flower tried to resist and the more blood dripped in her face. And the more she hurt.  He noticed that she was gritting her teeth trying not to scream. “Here, sweetie” he said, as he placed his hand in her mouth and she immediately bit down hard.

“Good girl”.

He continued to pull, now only the rose’s stem was remaining. It was full of thorns and she was screaming while biting his hand. He couldn’t bear this sight, he had to finish this soon. “Kitten we’re almost done”. He placed a kiss on her head and finished to pull the rose out: now her eye was at its place, but with a stem attached to its pupil. He made a quick downward movement and the stem detached itself from the eye, freeing her from her agony. He looked down and noticed that her dress was covered in blood, as were her face, neck and chest. 

She was quiet for a moment, breathing heavily. Then she turned and straddled on his lap. Her face as of now was the most beautiful thing Sylus ever saw. Maybe because she was looking at him with nothing but love. How much violence did it take to have that look on one’s features?

But in the end, violence was the only thing his kin knew.

She put her bloodied hands on his cheeks, dirtying his face, then placed her forehead on his and spoke “I told you i could take it”. He had closed his eyes but swore she was smiling. She then did something unexpected: she kissed him. He was almost taken aback.

Almost.

He held her tight against his chest and gently kissed her back, tasting something that was a mix of iron and flowers and everything her.

Maybe his kin didn’t only know violence.

Maybe they knew love, too.

“My fiend” she whispered against his lips.

Maybe he liked this.

Maybe he liked the idea that these bloodied hands, that held him so tenderly now, would be the very same hands that would bring him death.

── ❦・⸝⸝ author's note: please let me know what do you think, kind feedback is really appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝��

p.s.: you can find me on twitter @/tenderbeck where i post lads related stuff!! love you all ♡

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[fantasybuff3186]

El Toro De Piedra thoughts

Hello guys, I'm back again with a post because even if this episode didnt touch my emotionally there is a lot of lore to unpack here and I cannot wait to get into it! Like always spoilers below the gif and I hope I can do this episode justice!

For a start lets start with something light but not really light, Adrinette, where once again we briefly touch on the power of secrets and once again get an insight into Marinette and her secrets and this episode in my opinion really showed once again how all Marinette wants to do is protect Adrien and once again tells us that she has to bear a large burden, now I know some people on seeing the scene where she decided to not show Adrien might get mad but I cant help but not share that sentiment because honeslty Marinette was going to tell him even when Nathalie suggested destroying the letter, which by the way once again proves that the adults have just as much power in this and that everything should not lie on Marinette, even if Nathalie did listen to her but yeah this is not all on Marinette. Now initially I thought that this was the episode after revelator but on cross checking its before which I am glad for as it does not retcon anything and actually makes her decision to not tell Adrien and her decision to hide the truth from Alya make more sense, it shows that Marinette had doubts and would have been honest with that letter if Adrien hadnt voiced his guilt on not trying to speak to his father, with this thought in mind he would feel even more guilty if he knew that his father was Monarch because Adrien is the type to balme himself first all the time so yeah valid decision Marinette and I support you because I understand you but I also get Alya's point and do agree that Adrien needs to be given the choice even more so after Adrien talked about how he wants to face the truth about his father but in the end I could never hate her for her decision. Shes soft and is often swayed by care and emotions and I cannot blame her but honestly she has never been the one to go with tough love, she doesnt have the strength to when it comes to her loved ones. Anyway enough about Marinette and lets move to Nathalie who has just gotten more intriuging.

Now on to Nathalie, first of all before we go into the new lore about her I want to appreciate the bond Marinette has with Nathalie and I find it really sweet that she immediately went to Nathalie which is development from Marinette who tends to do everything on her own ever since Master Fu left so I find it heartwarming that she has found another adult to rely on sometimes, in the end shes still the one in charge but its nice that she has a guardian figure like Nathalie which I am sincerely hoping will never change because the post credits scene with Nathalie throws a bit of doubt on Nathalie's character because of how she was in a room with people who know the truth about Gabriel and are behind the miraculous. I however do not think Nathalie is evil because well she didnt sell Marinette out and give the miraculous to her father and I do not think its case of biding her time because Nathalie had many chances with how close her and Marinette seem to be. She also know about Marinette's weakness when it comes to Adrien and could easily use it to get the miraculous so no I dont think she is bad in the miraculous stealing way but she may be bad in other ways. The operation perfect world definitely had evil undertones so she might still be evill well not evil but morally grey which I personally think will make her more interesting and I cannot wait to see more! She wont betray Marinette or Adrien but she might be bad for the world. Now lets go to Ivan.

First of all I am glad the episode continues to maintain the new status quo of giving us more information about the background characters like it did in Daddycop and it gives me more hope for miraculous but yeah love the direction the show is going because never in a million years did I think that they would give Ivan a story but I am pleased regardless. His story is one of the more interesting ones and finally explains why he was the way he was in season 1 and where his violent tendencies come from. I also like that the first exposure to his backstory includes him standing up to his father which is a nice contrast to Adrien who never got the chance to stand up to his father and probably never will which is quite unfortunate but it is what it is. It is clear that Ivan sort of functions like a foil to Adrien and I am glad the show recognised that. Similarly, this side story with Ivan may be a form of foreshadowing maybe telling us what will happen with Adrien but yeah I kind of like this structure in literature of mini stories from side characters which echo the main characters arcs. I do think they could have explored Ivan's story more but it makes sense that we didnt go into depth just yet as it sort of reflects what happened with Sabrina where we did see glimpses of her toxic relationship with Chloe and how it was only properly addresses much later so I suppose it makes sense but I still consider Daddycop better than this episode. Now lets talk about Gabriel Agreste, the worst father in the world.

Okay so I dont think I have much to say about Gabriel but I shall try anyway, for a start it does seem that there was kind of a time where he was a present father, still not perfect but I guess the papa corn plushie shows that yes there was a time he was affactionate but then again you could argue that the reason he gave Adrien that plushie is because he felt guilty for being a horrible father? I dont really know because I refuse to believe that he was ever a present father because what this man turned into is frightening and I hate him to the moon and back. More on him being a horrible father is his letter to Adrien which I dont know when he wrote but just shows his selfishness because WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE ASKING YOUR SON TO BECOME A SUPER VILLAIN TO BRING YOU AND YOUR WIFE BACK???? LIKE HONESTLY HOW COULD YOU? I MEAN WHY WOULD YOU MAKE YOUR SON GO THROUGH THAT AND LEAD HIM DOWN THE WRONG PATH???? can you tell that I hate him? I am sure you can but this man is someone I am so glad died because now he cant plague Adrien's life but at the same time I feel furious that this man got no consequences, hes happily back with his wife and his son is suffering an orphan, not to mention the trauma and burden he gave Marinette by telling her to ensure that Adrien only remembered the times he was a good father which spoiler alert was not many, anyway I hate him and I am glad he died but I wish he suffered more because that man is the worst. Now lets end with a small note on Luka and shipping and maybe a little more on Adrien.

First of all I need to say that the adrinette WAS SO ADORABLE, LIKE HONESTLY SO SO CUTE AND I ADORE THAT THEY ARE DATING AND I LOVE THE WAY MARINETTE IS ALWAYS PAYING ATTENTION TO HIM AND I JUST LOVE HOW HE IS SO OPEN WITH HIS AFFECTION AND SHE WITH HERS WHICH ONCE AGAIN JUST PROVES TO ME HOW PERFECT THEY ARE FOR EACH OTHER. I know that they have to grow but honestly I do think they're perfect for each other because Marinette is always supportive and Adrien just vibes with her overthinking and craziness which I adore so so much but enough about them, now lets talk about Julerose.

So for a start I have to say that I am not their biggest shipper but that doesnt mean I dont find them cute, I honestly love the little bits we have about them but until todays episode I didnt really pay much attention to them but after todays episode where well it is super obvious they're together from the censored kiss which I am sire was on the lips, well they are canon and no one can dispute it, I always knew they were but I never really paid attention or cared but after today I will be trying to find more signs unless I am swept by Adrinette which is my ship. Whatever the case they both have a really supportive relationship and it was nice to see Rose encourage Juleka, only for her to absolutely steal the show which is so sweet but yeah I dont really have more to say on them exactly but I guess we can talk about Miss Bustier.

so shes not my favourite character and after reading people's opinions on her online, I am sort of developing this irritation with her and dont feel like she deserves a song but like I guess it is sweet the class cares and thats always nice to see where friends support each other and they didnt get mad at Ivan for leaving. It just really shows what great friends they are to each other and thats something I enjoy about miraculous how everything isnt just romantic and that its not called the superior love but that they operate in combination with platonic friendships like Marinette and Alya most notable but also in the small moments of support by Luka for his sister Juleka and his supportiveness of Adrien and Marinette despite his feelings for Marinette. Whatever the case it was a fun episode and I still love the show and I feel like I can say more but for now I've got to sleep, I may(Not really) do a follow up later but for now this is Fanta signing off. Thank you for reading if you made it to the end!

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Georgie my beloved ✨

(Plus the admiral)

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Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

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yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.