#and I cant get over how by killing a boy someTHING is born

[no-light-left-on]

absolutely feral about how so many descriptions of the Outsider try to rob him of any leftover humanity he might have left. he's a leviathan who 'takes on a human form of many shapes'

a boy is killed and something terrible is born

in his unwanted divinity, what people underline the most is the humanity that was ripped away from him

[adilynnyuri]

I hope this isnt trauma dumping or sm but i just needed to get this out and also get some advice and i think i really like ur advice. So i have been jn a relationship w my bf for 2 years now and i love him with my heart and soul and we plan to get married ( ee are still young but we see that as the futuregoal) so up tntil a few months back i used to just go to random s*x chat groups and something and would share my nudes nd just stuff like that and would also watch p*rn .. these are both things that me and my bf would a 100% consider cheating and if he did this to me i would kill myself out of sorrow. I absolutely hate myself and am disgusted at myself i was distracted for a little while with my exams but now they are over and now im crying all the time again just thinking about what i did to the boy i love the most. At the time i didnt think much of it and at first i would just talk w people but slowly i started sharing nudes and i did this a couple of times until i realized a few months back how wrong it is. I have no idea how i didnt realise how wrong this is?Up until this i was a really good person i dont think ive ever hurt anybody and i am very nice also but now idk i just hate myself and everything about me .Every day whenever i think aboyt this i cant help but cry and think there really isnt anything else i can do. Of course i have changed and wouldnt think of doing such a thing again but still the fact that i did it in the first place makes me want to die.

Ik its so selfish but i cant keeo thinking that he will do sm like this to me also and that ill get my karma. Does karma really even exist and how do i get myself to atop thinking this now i always suspect him of cheating and talking to other girls. Hes done sm similar to cheating to me but nothing on this level. What he did is nothing ckmpared to what i did.

And in the context of manifesting, should i manifest that none of this ever happened and for me to be a really nice person or shoukd i manifest that this completely gets erased from my memory or what?? This also messes up my manifestion so much i cant helo hut tell myself that i dont deserve good things as im a bad person . Please help. If youre not comfortable answering this then im sorry for wasting ur time

Hii love!

BABE CALM DOWN! I UNDERSTAND YOU!!

I totally understand you and your situation but I am here to help you and to remind you THAT YOU DIDN'T AND WILL NEVER DO ANY MISTAKES!

First of all, WHATEVER HAPPENS REMEMBER!

Don't EVER LOSE HOPE!! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO'S CREATING BOTH GOOD/BAD SITUATIONS THAT'S HAPPENING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES!!

You are the MAIN CHARACTER! YOU NEVER FACE ANY PROBLEMS!!

And imo Idgaf to karma. I don't even consider it's real. BUT I WILL USE IT TO MY ADVANTAGE BY AFFIRMING THAT WHOEVER TRIES TO HARM ME IN ANY WAYS THEY WILL COMPLETELY FACE THE WORST.

I understand that you feel guilty about your activities! But! NEVER LET IT TAKE CONTROL OVER YOU! AND DON'T THINK YOU ARE BAD PERSON OR SOMETHING!!

You are limitless and you can do anything!

Until you don't hurt anyone in the name of manifestation, YOU ARE NEVER A BAD PERSON OR DOING ANY BAD!

⭐I will give you an example from my life!

My success in revising an embarrassing situation!

Once I did something very embarrassing like so embarrassing I just wanted to k!ll myself💀 but then I thought why should I do that to myself? I was born in this world to be happy and cherished 24/7! so I just affirmed robotically that NOTHING BAD HAPPENED AND I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THAT AND MY DP WHO WITNESSED THAT FORGETS IT TOO! (It was very tough for me too! The shit which I did kept popping up in my mind, BUT I DIDN'T GIVE MUCH ATTENTION TO THAT AND KEPT AFFIRMING!)

Well it just took me 1 day! One full day of robotic affirmations! LITERALLY THE VERY NEXT DAY EVEN I FORGOT AND MY DP TOTALLY FORGOT!! I WAS SO SO HAPPY!

Suggestion for you! 💕

I know it's so tough for you to affirm totally against of what happened, but trust me! JUST AFFIRM! YOU ARE SO POWERFUL LOVE! JUST REVISE SAYING,

"I never did anything bad and I am never guilty"

I AM BEING 1000000% SURE WHATEVER YOU WANT WILL HAPPEN. WHATEVER YOU WANTED TO CHANGE, WILL CHANGE! MORE LIKE, IT HAS ALREADY CHANGED !!

With lots of love,

ADILYNN YURI🤍🌷

[stevie-petey]

speaking of jon, can we get a blurb of how he was feeling when bug fell at the house and almost died by the demogorgon? i know that guy was close to tears

YES YES YES I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO THIS BLURB ANON

enjoy <3

"bug-" one second you're beside jonathan, the next you're on the ground, clutching your ankle. when jonathan realizes this, he feels the world stop. "bug!"

he starts to scream, tries to go and help you up, but a hand grabs at his jacket, stopping him. jonathan, blind with fear and rage, screams at the person holding him back. "no, let go of me! i have to help her, nancy!"

the monster stalks closer to you, and jonathan watches as you try to stand up but only fall back down. youre in pain. he can see it all over your face, the way you scrunch your eyebrows together as your lips quiver.

he has to help you.

jonathan cannot let you die.

youre the only person who puts up with his bullshit, who can take his shitty days and make them into his favorite days. youre his best friend, the first person who ever paid any attention to him. hes based everything about himself around you. his kindness is an extension of yours, his intellect is a result of yours, his humor a connection of you.

but youre on the ground in pain and nancy is holding jonathan back and the monster is inches away from your face.

even if jonathan breaks free from nancys grasp now, he'll never make it in time. you seem to know this too, and jonathan watches as you nod at nancy, accepting your fate as if this makes any of this okay, and jonathan just wants you back in his arms where nothing can ever hurt you ever again.

he loses his voice, screaming your name repeatedly. he cant do anything. he cant fucking do anything.

all jonathan can do is watch as you brace for your own death, the death that he caused. jonathan byers, the boy born from selfishness and greed, is what kills y/n henderson in the end.

the monster bends down, gets ready to lunge, and jonathan forces himself to look away. he cant watch. sobs wrack his body, he thinks hes about to die alongside you.

then, in a flash, steve harrington has his arms wrapped around you and carries you towards jonathan and nancy.

the second he sets you down, jonathans body collides against yours. his hands are everywhere. they sprawl all over your back, your sides, your head, your arms. every part of you that he can touch, jonathan does.

youre alive.

youre alive.

"bug." the nickname falls like a prayer from his lips. jonathan has never believed in a god, but he does believe in threads attaching everyone to each other.

and his thread connecting to you hasnt been severed yet.

your fingers find their way to jonathans hair and you tell him its okay. you soothe him and jonathan only then realizes that hes shaking. your body heat presses against him, a reminder that youre alive, and jonathans head buzzes with concern.

"did it hurt you, are you bleeding?" jonathans hands continue to run all over your body, if he misses any sign of injury then he'll never forgive himself. "there should be a first aid kit-"

you grab his hands and kiss jonathans knuckles. your lips, so familiar against his skin after years of being soothed this way, settle something within jonathan. the kiss seep into his bones, spreading throughout his body, and slowly hes able to breathe again.

"im fine, just twisted my ankle. if you help me up, im sure i'll be able to stand again."

jonathan helps you up in a heartbeat. you lean against him and he wraps an arm around your waist. youre still here. he has to remind himself of this. youre alive and thats all that matters.

but you almost died tonight.

jonathan had just almost lost you.

your hair is a mess, your shirt us torn and stained with your blood from earlier, and your ankle is the size of a balloon and yet jonathan thinks youve never looked more beautiful.

jonathan doesnt realize hes staring at you until you turn away, your cheeks flushed, and he hates the way his stomach drops. hes made you uncomfortable again, crossed some invisible line, but jonathan is so fucking tired of lines.

what matters is that youre alive.

your hand is in his, and jonathan knows that no matter what happens next, hes never letting go of you ever again.

youre his and hes yours. threads and lines and strings in all.

[shreddeddescent]

i think the the untrained eye the way ive presented my leo and raph might make it seem like their characterization has been reversed (someone might be like aha rise fan ass) but like i think the way i see them is like. okay. raph is the oldest brother and they all know that, but he gets to a point where he just cant be the one in charge. and despite leo's immaturity at a younger age, he really comes into his own when he's you know.....not being abused by an evil fucking father. shredder's conditioning never worked on leo cuz it all went into raph first, and then raph broke apart when he hit puberty cuz alllllll that specific conditioning went out the fucking window.

so trying to make leo get his brothers in line never worked. and he actively fought. and he was actively punished for lashing out about it. that sounds like a classic raph thing you know, being angry and acting out. but we're talking about a kid whos 12 and never had to do that being hit with responsibility. very much like ahaha NO? ends up punished. ends up getting raph punished. shredder thinks its cuz raph coddled him. he thinks tang shen coddled his kids when she was around, now he needs a new woman to blame. so if leo fucks up, raph gets punished too.

raph seemed more put together younger cuz he was barely letting himself be aware of how bad the situation was. he picked up the pieces of his brothers and never worried about himself.

being in a safe environment let leo turn into the mature one who was able to handle being a normal teenager without fear, and it turned raph into a fucking maniac who didnt understand that no one was about to hurt him again. he cant handle it, he gets way too close to his mom about how fucked up his dad is and he resents his brothers for not seeing her the same way he does.

i should also say it seems like ive been neglecting the donnie and mikey part. what i think is interesting about their perspectives is that they don't exactly feel caught in the middle of it, but they're both aware their father didnt care about them as much as leo and raph.

mikey was told he was coddled, he ended up malnourished in a way that stunted his growth and it makes raph specifically see him as way younger than he is and he parentifies himself to mikey, which he accepts cuz like. that is the closest thing to a parent mikey has. they have a weird relationship, mikey genuinely sees raph as mom sometimes, definitely more than he'd ever see splinter as one. she tries, but its very much like 'you just showed up when i was 9 i dont know you but thanks for caring'. he's the same age as donnie but has somewhat age regressed in the sense of like "oh, people need someone to be happy! and be funny! i can keep this together cuz im okay! people need a baby brother thats me! im fine!" but hes not.

donnie was very much aware shredder saw him as spare parts because he was born broken to his father. chronic pain, he's weak. he didnt fight as good. he was told he just wasnt trying hard enough, that shit was all in his head. while he knew that wasnt true he didn't fight anything, he behaved. he thought he'd be killed over anything, so he moreso observed the situation, recognizing the patterns of abuse and processing it a little faster. he was ignored for the most part, used as the bargaining chip for his brothers. 'i could simply give him to stockman to make use of his DNA'. empty threat, he's only got four turtles. waste of money to get rid of him. he knew that, maybe his brothers didnt. he and raph kinda bond over being broken from birth in a way. even though donnie is the fastest one to point out no raph, youre a boy, stop talking about yourself like your body is broken and wrong. he kind of oversteps but only because he hates the idea that raph thinks he's just as broken as him for something so fucking common.

leo's a good big brother to mikey and donnie, he doesnt treat them like they're babies as much as raph does, hes aware of their capabilities more. aware of their mental states more. post escape, raph bonds with splinter too much, leo bonds with them. they might sneak out sometimes and pretend they're cosplayers out in the street. he lets them go have fun like normal kids. hes a good brother, he's determined to let them be kids when he didnt get to be one.

raph would fucking lose it if he knew leo let them do that. but he sleeps all fucking day and has no idea. he's way too in his own head now cuz he's got time to fucking think for once. and he doesnt want to.

[novaauster]

HELLOOOO LETS KILL OURSELVES OVER HERINES HARASAEON. evil of you to do this when im hungover i already almost teared up literally just seeing kiva have her own character tag. like those are my babies from my silly little head and people are creating beautiful things for them!!!! insanity. let's go:

"I just needed a plot device in order to make that boy talk about his feelings bc he only does it if he's homicidal or inebriated" another horrible day fighting the hella-rin allegations

"She never touches his skin, only his scalp, only when doing his hair." fuck the hangover i need a DRINKKK

ama. my best worldbuilding addition by far but also my mortal enemy

"Rin wants to venture into the realm of the gods, find which one is responsible for time, and hold a knife to its throat. He’d force it to turn back the hourglass and eat his words. He’d get on his knees before it and tell it that time itself, and every word spoken, and every word unspoken, must bend to the queen." this whole thing is quite literally some of my favourite writing of all time this is insane this is tattooed onto every inch of my skin i preach this from street corners i spray paint it on buses i-

THE WITCH HAS SHORT HAIR? INTERESTING

they're all so formal lmaoooo. down with monarchy but my harasaeons are okay ig

DRAKO AND AKILA MENTIONED IN A FIC INCIDENT 2 DEAD ONE STILL WRITING LETTERS

"He was born as an apology and he lives the life of a paragon. He likes to be responsible." nova your days are numbered. when i catch you

YOU EQUATED KIVA'S INFLUENCE ON THE PROCEDURE TO SUNLIGHT WHAT IF I KILLED MYSELF. AND ALL THE LANGUAGE REGARDING SHADOW/DARKNESS WITH RIN. MY LAST STRAW

"Her hand brushes a strand of hair back behind his ear, and he hears, more than feels, the kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll be right outside, baby-- baby.”" worst day of my fuckass life

KIVA OBEYS. I CANT DO THIS

clean clay is such a fun addition i love that. also love how official you made the practise of witchcraft bc that's EXACTLY what i want from it like it's literally like talking to any other medical professional

"He spends his time in the sunlight of the library, Kidaro napping on the windowsill, with political treatises, historical scrolls, and the occasional epic poem spread out around him like a hurricane, a method to its madness. He enjoys it. He was always a child with his head in the clouds. He does miss music, though. The palace can get quiet" MY BABY MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

RIN IS THE OBEDIENT ONE. KIVA OBEYS. DOG MOTIF HARASAEON IS THE BULLET IN THE GUN IM HOLDING

HELPPPPPP MARY IS KINDA GAGGING HIM HERE LMFAO I LOVE HER

HE TOLD HER ABOUT LILLA????? KING PUT THE VODKA DOWNNNNNNNNNN

"Royal blood, good for nothing but animal feed." NOVA. WHEN. I. CATCH. YOU

AND HE CANNOT ASK DRAKO. THEY'RE BROTHERS THEY'RE MAATUI BUT EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS WILLEM IS SOMETHING THEY CANT MAKE PEACE WITH

'would you still love me if I was a worm?' caught me SOO OFF GUARD IM CACKLING I CANT BELIEVE YOU ADDED THAT

"Rin had created a ten-step plan for the event that one of them met the same fate." HES SUCH A NERD I WOULD KILL FOR HIM

memory so bad i actually checked my kuserian dictionary bc i was like 'oooo ghost being translated to death-shadow is cool why dont i remember that' girl....

HAMMARIIIIIIIII. the way even her name made my stomach flip. what if i cried

got too immersed in the procedure and forgot to live react oops

"he would do anything if it meant he was doing it right" "It’s just that a firstborn is a war. A firstborn is a hurricane with a thousand buzzing wings. It is an omen seared into the back of all their necks, it is once-in-a-generation, it is a gift from the gods. And Rin is not one."

DID YOU. DID YO UFCKNING PUT EPIC OF GILGAMESH IN THIS. DIIIIID YOU FUCKING DO THAHFT. HOW LONG IS THE EYE ABLE TO LOOK AT THE SUN FROM THE VERY BEGINNING NOTHING AT ALL HAS LASTED HE'S BEEN DEAD SINCE THE BEGINNING IN THE STORY OF GODS AND KINGS YOU WERE DEAD BEFORE THE INK DRIED

drako's first thought only being to ask 'will you be okay'. frankly i cant take much more. is this how you guys feel when i talk about them because this is AWFUL

"There were myths, in the burnt edges of the kingdom, that said that there were only ever two Harasaeons. The queen and the heiress, switching places in a cycle like night and day. Hammari and Kiva, two stages of the same life, the snake’s egg and the hummingbird. And then, their reincarnations, Lugalia and-- who? The queen is dead. Long live the queen. It is a form of immortality. Rin shattered it." STOP STOP MAKE IT STOP

the philisophical conversation. is love a form of magic. the chasm of his birth. im going to GET YOU

"Please, Ama. You don’t have to love me anymore. Just remember how it felt when you did." THROWING UP BLOOD

that was. im a changed person i need 3-5 business days to think about this i need to call my mum i need to get drunk i need a fantasy witch to cut my tits off

omg hi!!! so true herines harasaeon group suicide girls night <3 and kiva has made her ao3 debut! she's girlbossing she's literally a debutante she is the queen of all time. yeah

-the witch does have short hair! she's from the east (where the monsters are) and yknow I figure that her powers are used for medicine, but if she didn't have all the safety things put in place (no sunlight, careful runes and careful chants) and just went hogwild on a monster she could basically Shigaraki that thing. monster hunting is her side hustle tbh

-the formal speech was fun for me idk. watched too much BBC Victoria with my mom and now I gasp like a gossiping old lady when I write the phrase "You have my permission to withdraw" bc it's SUCH a power-play it's so good.

-my days might be numbered but so are Rin's

-sunlight and shadow motif with nuance is always sm fun. me when characters are bright and carcinogenic. me when characters are invisible, shadows dogging their own steps, silent and beaten-down and elegant all the same. yeah

-“I’ll be right outside, baby-- baby.”" worst day of my fuckass life too tbh, that's the line that really clicked the whole fic in place for me. kiva loves him but not enough to change him. baby boy good luck taking care of yourself. etc

-dog motif harasaeons you will always be famous

-clean clay and also the oldest sigils Mary paints on Rin are cuneiform if that wasn't clear. mesopotamian aesthetic goes hard

-Mary DOES kinda gag Rin lmao. she's literally so Kanut-coded I can't stand her. she's like 'i won't throw hands with a child but i will permanently invert his worldview with some moderately harsh words and also disrespect the queen if it means showing him that there's someone who supports his evolution wholeheartedly'

-he cannot ask drako!!! grief is something the harasaeons can't stand i think. kiva ignores rin like an open would because she grieves him and lilla. willem is given the same treatment

-"would you still love me if i was a worm" is a tonal shift I wasn't sure about but I think it works. something about siblings defaulting to poking fun at each other when they can't stand the truth. their love must go either unspoken or mocked. they can only survive it with a little humor and a little grace

-rin is the nerd of all time and i love him for it

-i'm gonna be so real death-shadow meaning ghost is something i stole wholesale from Mando'a. like the language for star wars mandalorians. but yknow what the concept fucks hard and george lucas doesn't own the literal mistranslations of his peripheral conlangs

-"It’s just that a firstborn is a war." harasaeons when they have to decide between an insane warmongering eldest daughter and literally anyone else

-yes i did put the epic of gilgamesh in there. yes i was browsing Amazon Goodreads for good quotes in the middle of my economics class. dw about it

-drako asking 'will you be okay' IS how we feel when you drop the saddest lore of all time on us unprompted, yeah x

-Lugalia and-- who? The queen is dead. Long live the queen. It is a form of immortality. Rin shattered it." me when Rin ending the cycle could have been construed as a positive ending to the cycle of generational trauma and violence but instead it is a betrayal to his heritage

-"is love a form of magic" is also one of the central lines of the piece. i wanted to show the deep childlike core of Rin's pain. Tell me a story about how it ends where you're still the good guy I'll make pretend cause I hate this story where happiness ends and dies with you I thought good guys get to be happy I'm not happy. etc. you know how it is

tysm!!!!

[rk-ceres]

2 ) The Year The Dynamic Changed

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’ARTEMIS!!’ Lucious yells from downstairs in the library where she had flashed too “yes master Lucious?’ She said handing him the Daily Prophet he takes it in his hands with a curt nod. Anger filling his features ‘have i done something to upset you master?’ She asked cautiously ‘kneel pet’ he told her in disgust ‘yes sir’ she said quietly ‘your owl for your second year has come in, along with several letters from the Weasleys’ his voice filled with distain ‘i do not like the fact that you are friends with those those.. blood traitors!’ His voice gets slightly louder ‘theyre good people sir they care about me’ she said softer as his cane hit her ribs she rolled onto the floor clutching her side ‘theyre muggle lovers!’ He yelled again ‘theyre my friends!’ She said breathlessly coughing up blood as he continued to bring his cane down throughout the length of her body ‘you think they care about you?! Filthy orphan! Youre nothing!’ Yelling obscenities at her while he beats her when suddenly Narcissa shakes her gently fixing her blouse “best stop thinking about it huh?” She gives her an empathetic smile “was he always this mean?” She asks as they walked through Diagon Alley she looks into Stars eyes and gives her a slight nod “did you read those letters i got for you?” She questioned “yeah. Charlie’s got an offer waiting for him in Romania at the dragon sanctuary when he graduates this year. George was teasing his twin and inviting me to stay for the last two weeks of summer at the burrow” She smiles sadly at Narcissa as they approach Florish and Blotts “aunt Cissy?” She looks at the girl who cautiously looks at her “di…. Did you know my mum?” She asks softly “i knew Athena well. She was the only Ravenclaw that was tolerable. She’s the one that asked me to take care of the animals in your bag before you came to us. She knew she was dying. She.. she was my best friend. You look and talk like her sometimes.” she said gently “when you were born she named me your god mother. Your god father was — your dads Friend his best friend” she shook her head thinking back to James and Sirius. As she checks out the books for her second year “alright Artie. I will see you at home for summer. And if the Weasleys invite you over for Christmas Holiday. I dont see an issue with it with how hard you fought” Nacrissa said as she turned to face her outside of the gate “please keep your sleeves down and collar up dont need people asking. One more year darling. And youll be free” she whispers more to herself than Artie “if Lucious dosent kill me before my 14th birthday” she mumbles looking up into her aunts eyes flashes Draco and the feeling of fear “aunt cissy Draco will always be safe with me. Hes a good boy and will always have an escape with me no matter what.” She sheds a tear “off with you before you miss the train.” ‘Youre a good girl Artemis. Draco and i love you’ Narcissa thought to her as she ran through the gate quickly getting onto the train where her Charlie Lee and the twins sat in while the boys were still outside or getting to the train she quickly shutting the door and going into her bag she lets out a huff of air as she gets to the library taking off her shirt and rubbing a new potion she had developed on her ribs where a big angry bruise sat hissing out in pain as the potion seeped into her skin sighing out at relief washed over her she pulled on her robes just as she heard footsteps “ARTIE!! YOU IN HERE!!” She heard Charlie’s voice yell “IN THE LIBRARY!” She yelled back “i just wanted to put the books i borrowed before summer back” he smiled when he finally got to where she was with George following close behind “hey George. Good summer?” She smiled to the younger twin ”yeah. Bill said he cant wait to meet you” George smiled

“someone and Charlie wouldnt shut up about you.” He wiggles his eyebrows “yeah. He only complains about me you know that George” she rolls her eyes at him “wheres Fred and Lee?” She asked putting her clothes in her trunk “theyre guarding the bag up top” Charlie said with a smirk “stop Charlieeeeeeaghh” she groaned out as he laughed “so have you thought about what i said?” George asked “FINE! One prank. ONE!” Just so this prank war can be over” she rolled her eyes at him “you gonna stay and pick more books Septimus?” She teased “…… h…. How do you know my middle name?” “I know all your middle names Charlie. George told me them when we played Veritaserum or dare one night studying.” “William Arthur, Charles Septimus, Percy Ignatius, Frederick Gideon, George Fabian, Ronald Billius, and Ginerva Molly Weasley. Besides you know my middle name Char. Whats the big deal” She laughed “I hate my middle name thats the issue at hand here” he grumbles “i dont know your middle name this is so unfair” George huffs she nudges him as she points up walking out “my middle name is Kahali’alaulani Naleopilimehana. And awh. Grouchy Charlie, how ive missed you” she teased he flipped her off “I can only deal with one sassy sister at a time.” He laughs looking to George “I wish you luck when Ginny finally comes to Hogwarts”  George and Artemis leaves Charlie in the library as they walk out of her bag “what does it mean?” He asks as they walk up the ladder “my name?” She asks him “yeah what does it all mean?” He asked her stepping out of the bag before her holding out a hand to help her out of it “Artemis is the greek goddess of wild animals, the hunt, vegetation, and chastity and child birth, Kahaliʻalaulani means the remembrance of heaven. And Naleopilimehana means  ‘the voices blending in warmth’” she looks over to him seeing Lee and Fred waving “so what were you guys talking about?” “George was asking me my middle name since George spilled his guts about all of yours” she explains to Fred sitting next to him “wheres Charlie?” Lee asked “looking at more books” she shrugged “well are you going to leave us hanging whats your name?” Lee teases “Artemis Kahali’alaulani Naleopilimehana” she shrugs off a few moments of them talking

Charlie emerges from her bag with a bunch of books in his hand and a thin black box “hey Lia whats this thing? It hit me on my head grabbing your extra advanced potions book from last year” Charlie asked as he handed it to her “its a walkman. Music player” she said takes it from him pops open the top and looks at the tape that was in there “Aerosmith” she chuckles to herself “whats Aerosmith?” They all look at her confused “you know ‘oh sing with me sing for the year sing with me for the laughter for the tears’” she said slowly “not ringing any bells” Lee says she rolls her eyes unhooking her headphones and pressing play dream on begins playing she slowly hums to the words leaning her head on the window when the chorus starts playing she softly sings along watching the trees pass silent tears slip from her eyes as the song plays she sniffles opening her mouth barely audible  “Oh, sing with me, this mournful dub Sing with me, sing for a year Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear Sing with me, if it's just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away” Fred looks at her in amazement listening to her quiet voice singing he stares at her his heart starts to speed up as she gets louder as the song progresses he’s staring in awe Charlie notices him staring and cocked an eye brow at the oldest twin his inner turmoil began as he started to question if this was really hatred and discontent he felt for her as she sang softly she continued to look out the window humming to herself he notices shes crying just when hes about to ask whats wrong when the  bridge of the song starts she sings louder everyone snapping their head to her as her voice carries out the compartment “Oh, sing with me, this mournful dub Sing with me, sing for a year Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear Sing with me, if it's just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away Dream on Dream on I dream on Dream a little, I'll dream on Dream on I dream on I dream on” as aerosmith kept up their high note she went higher “just keep on dreaming ooon aaaaaaaaaa ah ah ah ahhhhh” taking a deep breath out shutting her eyes tightly as more tears fall out from her eyes she hums the rest if the song not tearing her eye from the window somebody starts playing she hums with the lyrics taping on her trousers not wanting to look at the boys in the compartment  “i didnt know you sang” her trance on the window was broken hearing still letting out tears as she looks up at Charlie after he broke the silence smiling holding out her hand he takes it putting it on his cheek and holding out the other hand for the other three to touch she closes her eyes as the memory over takes her a four year old Artemis, Apollo and a very pregnant Athena dancing and screaming along to Aerosmiths dream on when her mom picked her and Apollo up under their arms and started dancing around the room ‘my loves your daddy used to sing this song to me when we first moved in together. It was one of his favorites’ Athena smiled to her daughter ‘ITS THE BEST PART MOMMY!’ The four year old screamed Marlene laughed at her daughter as she took her tiny hands in hers “DREAM ON DREAM ON I DREAM ON DREAM A LITTLE ILL DREAM ON I DREAM ON DREAM ON’ they all scream with eachother ‘all you Lia girl’ Athena whispers to her daughter who screams AAAAAAAAAAAAAH’ hitting the high note they fall back onto the bed Apollo jumping onto his sisters stomach in a fit of giggles ‘Apollo! You brat!’ Artemis yells laughing at her twin ‘alright twinnies. Thats enough’ ‘baby Regulus is kicking… want to feel? Artie? Pollo?’ She asks they both nods excitedly to Athena she takes her hand back from Charlie wiping stray tears off her face “i havent listened to that song since she died its one of the last memories i have of her.”

George and Lee let go of her hand Fred’s stayed put intertwining his fingers with hers trying to comfort her not looking down or meeting anyone’s eyes not really knowing why he was still holding on to her hand grounding her he wasn’t sure why he felt the need to keep his hand in hers seeing as how he had tormented and bullied the girl all last year his feelings or lack there of were confusing and it was making his head spin when she spoke again pulling him out of his deep thought  “last memory of me mom and baby Regulus really she got sick right after and i never saw her again i havent even seen that thing since that day actually” she looked at Charlie who looked down “im sorry Lia” “sorry??? What for?” She asked him “you have no reason to be sorry Charlie” she laughs “i’m okay. I was just happy is all” she Felt Fred squeeze her hand she looked his direction and he was staring out the cabin door as he slowly let go the blush on his cheeks not well hidden she smiled at the sentiment

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A week into the new year she Fred and George were sitting together in potions “Alright class get to your seats” Snape sneers “today we will be making swelling solution. Please copy the recipe from the board and collect your ingredients.” He drawled as he walked back up to the front of the class just as snape and the rest of the class started lighting under their cauldrons slime bombs went off in every corner of the room she looked to Fred with a guilty smile on his face “what did you do!” She hissed at him watching the potions class room fill with fluffy slime “we modified your slime capsules “YOU DID WHAT?!?” She yelled at him in disbelief “it wasnt just me it was George too!” “Dont drag me into this! This was all you Fred!” George yelled back she stands up and snaps her fingers trying to get rid of the foam when it wouldnt work she looked at him “you took put the Dillyweed infused toad stomachs!!!!” She screamed even more “i didnt think that it was necessary” Fred said panicked seeing as she couldnt stop the foam from rising “you idiot!! It stops the constant reproduction of Foam!” She yelled as she pulled out her wand “scourgify” she waved her wand around the room cleaning everything placing ingredients back on shelves straightening out Snapes robes and cleaning off the second year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws when she was finished and the foam was cleared out of the room she turned to see a very upset Professor “MR. WEASLEY MISS. BLACK! DETENTION THREE MONTHS ONCE A WEEK TWO HUNDRED POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!” Snape yelled as class went on she turned in their potion he dismissed the class “professor Snape i just wanted to apologize” “enough. Youre not getting out of detention” he sneered at her “b….but professor i” “i will not be writing home since this is your first offense ms. Black. I suggest you never do anything like this ever again.” He sneers as she puts her head down on the desk letting out a breath of relief Fred nudges her hand with his slipping a piece of paper under it she takes it and reads it under the table ‘im sorry you got in trouble it wasnt my intention’ the corners of her lip turn up into a smile she looks up at him into his eyes

‘its okay. You didnt know Fred’ she thought to him ‘why are you so nice to me?’ He thought back ‘because i think you are a brilliant wizard.’ She turned her head looking up at him making more of an eye contact with a small smile blush creeping on to his cheeks ‘you come up with amazing pranks. If i didnt have the upper hand with this legitimacy thing. You wouldve gotten me. Each and every single time. Youre an amazing wizard.’ ‘Then why are you so scared about detention?’ He asked looking down at her ‘it wasnt detention’ she thought back ‘w… what do you mean?’ He asked ‘its nothing Fred’ she finished putting her books away “and quit worrying about it Fred. Its seriously okay. I’ll see you in Detention yeah?” She smiles heading to her next class she walks down the halls silently saying the password to the fat lady walking up the stairs to her dorm pulling her legs to her chest HEY!” Charlie calls out to his little brothers at the end of the day “have you guys seen Lia around? She wasnt in transfiguration.” George raises his eyebrow at him “you know now that you mention it she wasnt in divination either” he says scratching the back of his neck “she wasn’t in herbology either” Lee calls “we got detention in potions today” Fred said looking down George pulls out the map “i solemnly swear that i am up to no good” George said pointing his wand at the map. “What is that thing?” Charlie asks “a gift from Freds girlfriend” George said “Artemis is not my girlfriend!” Fred exclaimed “not your girlfriend yet.” Charlie said looking over Georges shoulder “sod off” crossing his arms leaning against the wall next to Lee “shes in her dorm room” George calls out “Mischief managed” he closes the map rushing up to her dorm room “theres her bag, lets go” Charlie said

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  As he made his way down the ladder the closer they get to her the more they can hear the strumming of a ukulele ‘island baby youre so beautiful you drive me crazy you know youre all that I need and so much more’ her voice sounds from out side the door ‘your strength and beauty I can see in your eyes I lose sight of my world baby love no words can hold whats truly on my mind just feel the beat of my heart and youll know what I need youre my pualena youre so beautiful god knows I love you and youre all I need pualena you take my breath away pualena’ they open the door to see her caring for a small animal in her hands still singing “you know lately… all I can think about is holding you closely and never leaving your side… I’ll keep you warm time passes by and still youre on my mind I cant imagine living my life without you the special moments you and I can only share will keep us together and never apart” she sings as she places the small bird down “youre my pualena youre so beautiful god knows I love you… and youre all I need..” She sings crushing up the birds potion stirring her cauldron as the stare at her in shock “pualena you take my breath away pualena time passes by and still youre on my mind I cant imagine living my life without you the special moments you and I can only share will always keep us together and never apart” she rubs the potion on the birds wing “youre my pualena youre so beautiful god knows I love you  youre all I need pualena you take my breath away Pualena” she hums the ending of the song “well. Tiny. That should do it.” She smiles to the bird “I should probably think of a better name than tiny huh?” She talks to the bird ‘I was called igneous’ she giggles “igneous it is, where ever did you come from” she asks manually cleaning up the pot ‘i fell off my mothers back flying’ “well youre welcome to stay as long as you want. Youre from the deserts so i’ll enchant a stall for you when im through here” she said putting her phials on a tray with her potions she turns to see three boys standing in her room “JESUS FUCKING” she jumps dropping the cauldron “CHARLIE!” She puts a hand on her chest “How long have you four been standing there?!?!” She yells steadying her breathing “you didnt show up to any of your classes we just wanted to check up on you and apologize for Fred being a git” George said Fred shoots George a glare as he looks to Artemis “what is that?” Fred asks her “a baby thunderbird. landed in my lap. I had to help him” she shrugged

you have a wonderful voice Artie’ Fred thought to her ‘why are you using telepathy to talk to me fred?” She thought as she cleaned up the shattered glass ‘so they dont tease me’ he shrugged ‘not that im complaining why are you being so nice to me?’ “Because youre nice to me’ “so what do you lot want?” She asks brushing the hair out of her face “are you okay Artie? You seem off” Charlie said as he came to stand next to her “im fine. I just wasnt feeling well after potions decided to lay down for a bit” she said not making eye contact. Fred noticed the subtle twitch in her nose Charlie, Lee, and George seemed to have accepted that answer but a loo of concern flashed over his features as he realized he’s seen that twitch before when she fibbed in front of Migonigal. She was lying his breath caught in his throat as he watched her. In reality potions was a close call and she was fighting off a panic attack thinking that if Professor Snape sent an owl home she wouldve been beaten, and she couldnt stomach the rest of her classes “youre lying Artie.” Fred said looking into her eyes red spread across her cheeks “I know youre lying your nose twitches when you lie.” He said stepping closer to her “give us a minute guys?” Fred said to his brothers and Lee they nod to him leaving the room “Why are you lying to us?” He asks her softly “dont act like you suddenly care about me now Weasley” she said quietly “was it because of what happened in potions? Are you mad at me?” He asks “no Fred im not mad at you. why are you so invested in this.” She said with a sigh picking up the tiny bird “it has to do with what happened in potions. But not to do with you.” She said not looking at him “then what?” He asks standing next to her mimicking her stance leaning on the table “you wouldnt care even if i told you. We’re barely even friends youre reluctantly friends with me cause im best friends with your two brothers” “im trying here” he sighs running a hand through his hair “after trying to torment and bully me all last year and the begining of this one?” She quips “just answer the damn question Artie!” He raises his voice she flinches he picked up on it “a…artie” he stuttered “i… i wouldnt.. im sorry” he started she smiled a sad smile cocking her head “wouldnt what?” She asked softly “hurt you” he breathed out “you flinched” “you were just a little loud. Nd standing right next to me” she lied again he cocked an eyebrow at her expecting an answer “I didnt want Snape to write back to the family im staying with. Ive never gotten into trouble for a very specific reason” she stopped before she could spill her guts to him “why?” He asked “its a long story Fred. I just didnt feel like going to class is that enough for you?” She bit back at him she dropped her head his eyes widened in surprise “im sorry.” She said finally looking back up at him he brushes a piece of hair behind her ear his fingers leaving a trail on her skin that makes her shudder pulling his hand away “you can talk to me you know that right Artemis?” He asks looking into her eyes “you dont even like me” she grumbles “you can trust me. You mean a lot to my twin. That means you mean a lot to me.” He whispers as he pulls her in for a hug his words hurt himself for a reason he couldnt quite place or that he didnt want to place he was afraid. Shes making him feel things that hes never felt before and it scared him. It chilled him to the bone not that he’d admit it.

“I know Fred. I just cant say.” She said turning back to her desk “im not forcing you to say anything. I just want you to know that you can trust me. Im here for you” he brushed an arm on her shoulder “thank you” she leaned her head on his shoulder blush creeping onto her cheeks as they stood there together a couple minutes had passed when her eyebrows furrowed “Fred?” She asks softly “what would you do or say if i said that i was afraid?” She asked “what do you mean?” He looked at her as she sighed out “im afraid. All the time… and it really dont seem like its getting better. I mean my aunt says that as soon as i turn fourteen im free. But.. fourteen seems so far away” she said with a far off voice”id tell you that youre safe. And id do anything to make you feel it youre Georges best friend” the words best friend stung on his tongue the feeling of fluttering in his stomach and the aching in his heart and the heat that consumed him was almost enough for him to break. “I could be a friend to you too. If youd let me. give up on this whole pranking war, constant bickering, we could be friends. Get to where George, Charlie and I are. Who knows.” she smiled at him softly he took a deep breath out after answering her question. “what does you turning fourteen have to do with anything?” He asks ignoring her insinuation like the only reason theyre talking right now is because of George and Charlie. He tried to convince himself but the feeling in his chest his heart doing cartwheels wanting to accept her proposal of being friends. The beating of his heart speeding up at the thought of her smiling at him laughing with him touching him being able to touch her. To call her his he shook his head no. Its strictly because of George and Charlie that all it can ever be he argued with himself turning his attention back to her. “fourteen i get set free. The bank vault my grandmother left for me becomes mine. The way that her will was written. Legally i will be an adult when i turn fourteen” she replies to him “so you get control of your grandmas vault and you get to live on your own whats wrong with where you’re living now?” He asks gently leaning over her desk to face the same way

“my aunts not bad. Neither is my cousin. Most of the time… its just” she trails off pulling the sleeve of her jumper to cover her hands his stomach drops ar her making herself smaller in fear he could read her easily. As if he was reading a book her emotions splayed out in her eyes for him the walls she had put up around herself started to crumble and fall infront of him a feeling that scared him even more ‘youre getting too deep Fred’ he thought to himself before he could stop the conversation short “is somebody hurting you Artemis?” Her eyes widen as she looks at him “what? N…no its nothing like that..” she says back peddling “calm down Artemis youre okay. No ones going to hurt you” Fred coos “i see you like the jumper mom made for you” he smiles down at her “its one of my favorite things to wear its really warm and i do enjoy it” she said walking to the door the uneasy ness in Freds stomach still present as he followed her out and they see the other three “she was just having girl problems. She’ll be back to class tomorrow” Fred shrugged walking away empty. Thats all she felt was empty. 

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“George?” Fred asks him sitting in their dorm room “i think somethings up with Artie” Fred sighs as he lays back on his bed “what do you mean somethings wrong?” He asked his brother turning to his side to face him “she asked me something when we were talking and its been bothering me” Fred elaborated “she asked me what would i do or say if she was afraid” Fred sighed out “what do you know about her home life?” Fred looks over to George who thinks about it “I cant say i know anything other than what shes told us. Her twin brother’s traveling the world with their uncle. Her other brother died with her mum. Sirius is in Azkaban. And shes staying with a family” George shrugs “she doesnt talk about it much.” Fred sighed out at the thought “why do you care so much? Its not like youve ever wanted to be her friend. All you do is complain about her.” George asked his twin “i dont. I just have a really bad feeling about this” Fred said turning over and shutting his eyes. “Freddie, are you sure you dont fancy Artie?” He asked “i dont ‘Fancy’ anybody George. Im just a good person with a big heart just like you” “sure mate. Keep thinking that” “what’s that supposed to mean” Fred huffed at his brother “it means you dont hate her. Theres a thin line between Hate and Love Freddie, and youre not on the side of hate. Good night Fred” George said pulling the covers over his head the next day after their classes they showed up to the potions room

“Ah yes Ms. Black, Mr. Weasley. So nice of you to show up” Snape sneers at the two twelve year olds “for the duration of your detention with me you will be cleaning cauldrons every Monday Wednesday Friday for the months leading up to christmas holiday no magic.” Snape sneers. “Yes sir” Artemis said as he exited the class room. She sighs starting to get to work hours. Days. A Month passed as they quietly cleaned cauldrons he shook his head looking at her her up do was coming apart her hair was falling out from the plait she had done sweat beading on her forehead as she scrubbed the cauldrons she handed him the next one getting to work on the next they had been switching who washed and who dried and seasoned the cauldrons every detention they were in he sighed out as he continued to steal glances at her as she hummed she snapped her fingers and the walkman snapped out of her bag she pressed play as the soft sound played through out the room he watched her fingers gingerly washing the pots he shook his head not being able to handle the silence anymore “alright.” Fred breaks the silence she looks at him his amber eyes looking into her golden ones with a stare that could make her melt “truce.” He said looking into her golden eyes “i want to know you” he sighed out taking her hands out of the soapy water “what do you want to know?” She sat facing him “tell me about Apollo” he asked “he was a lot like you” his eyebrows shot up waiting for her to explain “when we got separated. He took after the pranks more than i did. He’d get into so much trouble before mum… he was loud and out going never had any trouble with making friends. Making me smile. He was kind and gentle. Innocent would be the right word for him. But oh was he brave. He was braver than i was am. I pretend to be and it works out in my favor. Courage isnt the action of having no fear. Its the action that you do despite fear. Apollo was fearless. I had to swallow mine like a bitter pill. Apollo had this way of making everything really bright and happy.” She chuckled at the memory “what?” He asked glancing down to her perfect smile “before we moved into my grandmas house. He pranked our uncle moony. He made me brew this potion in my chemistry set with metamorphmagus hair in it. His hair wouldnt stop changing colors for weeks” she laughed as he chuckled with her. “He sounds amazing” Fred stopped laughing “youd probably really like him if you ever got to meet him. He was born second you know” she looked over to him “so youre the older twin? He asked “yeah. I am. I was born December 31st 1977, at 11:50 PM. He came eleven minutes after me. January first 1978.” She smiled he looked at her shocked “even though he’s technically the brother i was the protector. The quiet one” she softly said “you didnt have an issue making friends with Charlie and George?” He said more of a question than statement “Charlie and George led the dance i just followed in step” she shrugged “me making friends goes more along the lines of me and you. Bickering. Pranking. And hurting” she sighed “hurting?” He asked her “Fred. I may put on a brave face and laugh the things thats said to me off but sometimes words do hurt” she said picking up another cauldron “i already feel like a burden everyday. It hurt when you called me a waist of time and space in first.” guilt washed over his features “im sorry, i didnt mean to hurt you. Itll never happen again” he said placing a hand on her thigh “i mean it. The pranking, bickering, bullying. Everything it stops here. I promise. It all stops. Id like to be friends if the offers still on the table” he looks from her eyes to the ground and back up again “well if we’re going to be friends” she smiled at him “my names Artemis Kahalialaulani Naleopilimehana, im 12 turning 13 in December, my favorite colors are Black and Red, my favorite song is Pualena” she starts the conversation

 “Frederick Gideon, im 12. Turning 13 on April 1st, George is younger than me by two minutes, my favorite color is purple and orange. My favorite song is well. My dad had brought home this muggle contraption it was a dude with really puffy hair and he called himself the king” Fred sat there confused “the words were like ‘you aint nothing but a hound dog’  she looks at him “never pegged you for an Elvis fan” she chuckled snapping her fingers her tape comes out and she starts playing the song “THIS IS IT!” He smiled at her as she giggled “its my dad’s cassette tape” she laughed as he started tapping his foot on the ground she giggled as he wiggled around in his seat “so, what do you like to do?” He asked as the song skipped. “I picked up playing the guitar with dad before he got taken.” She shrugged “i make jewelry, and dabble in crocheting and knitting” she started to scrub again “what about you?” He looked at her “what do you want to be when you grow up? What do you see your life being?” She glanced to him “i want to open a joke shop with my brother one day. I want to expand to all parts of the UK. I want to have a wife and kids, a house like the burrow but a little more spacious” he shrugs “i want to become an attorney, I've been taking muggle classes with the money ive been getting from my grandmothers will. Ive also invested in some companies in the muggle world with the money i save so im getting income that way. But if that fails, i want to work with animals. Husband. Kids lots of them” She smiles “whats the burrow like?”

“Its not much, but its home” he smiled bumping into her shoulder “its a tall building that looks like its held up by magic, its small and cramped but it always feels alive it smells like cinnamon and the fireworks me and George have. It has scorch marks from Charlie and wanting to bring home the magical creatures to have as pets and it always smells like foods cooking” he reminisces “whats home to you?” He asked “home is where the people that love me are. I havent been home in a long time” she sighs out he cocks his eyebrow at her “the family that im staying with. Theyre cold. Mean. And cynical. The house before was cruel. My grandmother, she gave me this” she gestured to her face he looked at her with a shocked expression. She just smiled warmly at him. “she cursed me, it was actually meant for Apollo. He broke her favorite mirror and i wouldnt let her touch him, since my dad was disowned she treated us like house elves. We spent our days cleaning dusk to dawn Kreacher taught us magic. How to write and read. He acted cold tward the children of a blood traitor but deep down i think he cared for me and Apollo. The scarring happened a month before she died Kreacher held the cloth to my head til it stopped bleeding. He cleaned out the cut gently he wiped my tears. Deep down im sure. He cared.” she shrugged as she thought back “its fine. It was only me i think scars look intimidating” she made her voice weird “howd you get the one on your side?” He asked “from a whip. Pissed grandma off somewhat awful. I couldnt get Apollo to stop crying we were four or five at the time. He missed mum. and she just slipped. It didnt hurt as bad as it looked” they finished the last of the cauldrons and started stacking them “are you doing anything this winter break?” He asks her “oh.. no nothing much staying here. Homework. The usual” she smiled “would you like to join us at the burrow? Maybe change your view on the world a bit?” He asked “i wouldnt want to impose” she said scratching the back of her neck “you wouldnt be, Bills coming back home for boxing day and Charlies been nagging you since first to come with us. I want you to come spend Christmas with my family” he smiles softly

“Fred Weasley. Being nice to me? Hell must really have frozen over” she jests “shut up” he laughs at her “just come back with us. Mum wont mind. Shed actually enjoy another girl in the house” he smiles softly at her “fine. Only if i can be in on your next prank on Slytherin.” “Deal” he smiles at her “does this mean i get to call you Freddie now?” She asked as they stacked the cauldrons “over my dead body” he stuck his tongue out at her playfully. She rolled her eyes at him and smiled. The conversation progressed she was laughing care free as she told her story he watched in awe at the beautiful girl hanging off his arm laughing her heart out ‘you deserve to feel this happy all the time Artemis’ Fred thought as he watched her laughing gleefully she turned to look in his eyes while continuing her story “This one time, Mum hit my dad with a pan on accident. She was so freaked out.” She said between laughs “she thought someone was breaking into our house but it was actually Dad and uncle James” she laughed harder with him as they walked up the moving steps “Uncle James thought he had saw a ghost when mum came with a cast iron pan and two toddlers in her arms smacking dad right across the face” she put her hand against the wall “she had to repair his broken teeth he never came home at 3am drunk ever again” she laughed clutching on to his arm he looked down at her laughing with a loving expression on his face youre so pretty he thought to himself shaking his head from the thought “Ron once broke my toy broom when we were younger, we took his favorite teddy bear and transfigured it into a spider and chased him around the room with it hes been scared of spiders and teddy bears ever since. I think i bruised his view on both spiders and bears. I feel bad about it but when youre a kid and mad you do ridiculous things” he blushed back at the memory “dad got really mad once. For us tricking him into almost doing an unbreakable vow.” Her eyes widened “dont feel bad. i once bled Apollo’s nose. Its something all kids do.” He looked at her in shock “pumpkin spice” she said to the portrait as it opened for her and Fred “he broke my necklace. The last thing ive ever gotten from mum. It was a gold oval locket. With a rose and star on it, it had a picture of mum dad me and Apollo in it. When we were happy. She was dying. In the hospital trying to hold on just long enough to give birth to baby reggie. But i think she knew.” She looked up at Fred who was listening intently “Apollo and i when we got to grandmothers house. We got into a fight. Because of something stupid. He was pissed. He grabbed me by my necklace and it snapped the chain. Then flushed it down the loo. I didnt speak for two months after that” she said sadly “he got me my favorite to make it up to me. Black roses” she smiled back at the memory “you miss him?” Fred asks as they sit on the common room sofas talking “every day. I asked to be separated. He deserved a childhood. And a life outside of what we knew.” She sighed out leaning back watching the fire burn. Closing her eyes “after all these years im protecting the people i love.” She sighs out “you tired?” He asked “its been a long day” she murmured out to him “want to head up” “mmm” she let sleep take her he sat there watching her face as she slept she looked so relaxed he closed his eyes leaning further into the sofa with his hands crossed behind his head signing out when he felt her move she turned toward him her head dropped onto his shoulder he smiled butterflies filling his stomach as he let sleep take him. 

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The morning sun filled the common room as the fire that was once a roaring flame burnt down to cinders soft snores could be heard from the common room Charlie and George walking down the steps George stops his older brother from walking any further George turns back to Charlie “quick. Go get your camera” he whispered to Charlie they snuck to the front of the couch snapping the picture she stirred awake from the brightness of the flash the arm that was tight around her waist got tighter as she lifted her head from what she thought was a pillow she glanced to Charlie who held a camera in his hand she lets out a groan “what are you doing here? Was i screaming in my sleep again?” She asked as she tried to get up from her laying position Charlie wildly smiling at her but something held her tight

she looked down to see Freds arms wrapped around her waist blush creeped on to her face “wake up” she smacked his hands from her waist standing up right Fred groaned putting a pillow over his face “The picture came out great Charlie. This could be the center piece for their wedding” George snickered to his brother showing the picture to her her face snuggled into Freds chest his left arm protectively wrapped around her shoulders her left arm draped around his middle his right arm around her waist fingers touching the skin where the shirt had risen pulling her into his side as he laid on his back head buried in her hair as he slept “George Fabian you give me that picture right now” she says a furious blush spread on her cheeks “now why would i do that Artie” he laughs holding the picture up and away from her grasp “GEORGE I WILL HEX YOU” she screamed at him chasing him around the room Fred finally sits up looking up at Charlie “so. Detention went well?” He wiggled his eyebrows to his younger brother “oh shut up. Nothing happened. We just talked and fell asleep out here.” Fred rolled his eyes at Charlie standing up “sure. Thats exactly what that looked like “well it is. Ask her to show you. Oh. I should write mom. Shes coming with us over winter holiday” he said as he turned away from Charlie who had a shocked expression on his face watching Artemis shoot hexes at George with a smile on his face  “ive spent the entirety of last year trying to get you to go home with us on one of the breaks but when Fred asks you you say yes?! No convincing needed?!?” “I did have to convince her. Only way i got her to come home is to let her in on the next time we prank Slytherin.” Fred rolls his eyes  “THATS ALL IT TOOK!!!” He yelled “what can i say Charlie bear? Im a sucker for a good prank” she rolls her eyes at him  “Charlie bear?” He asks with an annoyed expression “yeah. You wanna take pictures rudely of people sleeping you get a pet name in exchange” she rolled her eyes at him “keep rolling your eyes that way and youll get them stuck at the back of your head brat” he mumbled playfully “ooh im the brat?! I wasnt the one complaining about me not agreeing to go with you on break!” She wordlessly pointed her wand and George suddenly his legs stopped working “CHARLIE! CATCH!” He said between laughs the picture folded itself into a paper airplane and flew to him

“Charles Septimus Weasley. You better give me that picture right now” she points an accusing finger at him “no can do Artie” he laughed leaving the common room “come on we’re going to be late for breakfast!” He called behind him to the rest “So. You and Fred?” George asked when they were far enough back from the other three “nothing happened. We just became friends. He called a truce. We got to know eachother. And fell asleep on the couch” she shrugged at George “wow. So you guys are friends now?” “Well. Sort of. I hope so” “what do you mean?” He asked she put her hand to his cheek showing him last night “woah. He’s never told anyone that story before” George looked gobsmacked “he was just being Friendly George. Im waiting for the other shoe to drop” she sighs out. “Itll be okay Artie. I’ll always be here for you” he smiles “but believe me. Hes never willingly admitted that he emotionally scarred Ron” George said bumping into her shoulder “he never tells that story. But you brought it out of him” he smiled softly at her “i dont know what youre getting at George. But its literally nothing” heat rises to her cheeks “what about you and Alicia?” She teases gently “shes great Artie” he smiles “i think theres something there” he admits scratching the back of his neck. “Are you sure theres nothing there with Fred?” He asks “i dont know. Maybe?” She sighs. “I dont want to get hurt George. I dont think i can handle it if i get hurt” “what do you mean Artie?” He asked genuinely “its nothing George.” She smiles “this conversation isnt over” he warns as they sit down at the gryffindor table “so. How much longer are you and Artie in the dog house for Fred?” Lee asks as he bit into his roll “we’ve got another month of scrubbing cauldrons.” He rolled his eyes “oh come on Fred it cant be that bad. Maybe tomorrow nights Detention is going to be better than the last” Charlie teases making kissy faces at him “Shut. Up. Charlie” he gritted his teeth “hey Katie, Alicia” Artemis smiles “hey Artie” “are you going to try out for Quidditch this year?” Artie smiles “we want to make the team as chasers” she smiled “what about you?” Alicia asked “i was thinking about it. But i dont know. Hula is more of my thing.” She sighed “youll do great though!” She smiled “i think the twins said that they wanted to try for beaters” “whats hula?” Alicia asks “something from back home. Its dancing” she explains quick turning her attention back to the conversation “we are. And the captain has to pick us cause we’re his little brothers!” George sticks out his tongue “that is not how it works George” Artie said with a teasing grin “youre just jealous Charlie likes us more” George scoffs in fake hurt

“uh… no i dont… my favorite siblings in order is Ginny, Bill, Artemis, Ron, Fred, Percy then you George” george gasps “MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD! SURELY I AM HIGHER ON THE LIST THAN BIG HEAD PERCY!” He said over dramatically the entire group started laughing “i’ll see you guys in class” Artie said as she left the great hall shaking her head Classes went by so did the days and before either of them knew it they were walking back to the dungeons for their last Detention “i cant believe its almost over!” She sighs “i know. This is the most Snape has ever given so far” Fred complains “you ready for break?” He asks as they walk “as ready as i’ll ever be. I just dont know” she shrugs “youre still coming right? Mum’s already set up Ginnys room for you” he bumped into her “i am. Im just a little nervous im not the kind of per-on people necessarily like” she looks down at the floor as she walks “what do you mean? You got my siblings to like you. Even Bill and he hadn’t even met you yet. The only exception is Percy. He doesnt like any one” Fred scrunches his nose “but even he doesnt seem to mind when youre around” “its probably a respect thing” she sighs “i havent given him a reason to not like me. Or yell at me. So im sure that he doesnt know what to think about me.” She looks at Fred “you read people very well for someone who’s absolutely terrified of them” he continued the conversation as they entered the potions room “so very nice of you two delinquents to show up.” Snape sneered at the pair “we’re sorry we’re late Professor. I lost track of time.” She sighed out “dont let it happen again” he said before he turned to leave “oh. Severus i finished that book i borrowed” she said stopping him she snapped her fingers and a extra large potions book came out of her bag “thanks for letting me borrow it. Igneous’s wing is looking so much better. He’s starting to flutter now” she smiled “not a problem Artemis i was happy to be of assistance” he takes the book “youll let me know how much i owe you for the wormroot later?” “No need Artemis, just take care of the animal.” He says and leaves the room

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once hes gone she grabs the cauldrons off the shelves “its not that im terrified of people. Im terrified of what people can do. I see the world through cracked rose colored glasses. My view on people has been damaged.” She looked down as the bucket hes filled with soapy water “youre a mystery you know that?” He asks “whats the fun if somethings too easy?” She asks hoping he doesnt see her facade how broken she truly is. “If it makes you feel any better i think that youre really smart, kind, loving, and gentle. You have a great sense of humor and i think that its nice how you protect people you love. Youre like a lion, and its intimidating. But thrilling all at the same time.” he said as he started to wash the cauldrons she looks at him with reddened cheeks “im really not Fred. If you really knew the things that fly through my head.” She said as she rubbed the protective oil on the pot she was working on. “I dont know what flies through your head. Youre right. But id like too. youre so strong and you dont even see it. You deserve to have people in your corner and you think that you’re undeserving of love and friendship.” He continued as he handed her another cauldron “because im..” he cuts her off before she could say anything. His hand flies to his hair ruffling it in an exasperated sigh “Dont you dare say youre not because you are Artemis.” He snapped raising his voice slightly. his eyes soften when she sees her flinch at the harshness of his words he was just fed up with her thinking so lowly of herself he wanted her to see herself from his eyes he shook his head sighing out his voice much softer. “Im sorry… i shouldn’t’ve raised my voice at you.” He sighed continuing his sentence

“from the little youve told me about yourself, and you didnt tell me much all youve talked about was your memories with your family. But the parts of YOU that you let slip those tiny minuscule things youve said the jigsaw pieces you left out. They’re enchanting and its beautiful. Its so hard to get to know you. Why is that?  you dont see yourself the way my siblings. The way that i see you. The happiest youve ever gotten in when youre talking about your Mum dad and Apollo other than when youre going on and on about your animals. You think your cowardly for being afraid of things but when something happens or goes down youre the first one into the fray even when youre shaking. especially if George or Charlie is in the middle of it. Like last year when Slytherin picked a fight with George after their beater broke Charlies arm with a bludger. If George didnt hold you back from hexing him you wouldve killed the poor bloke” Fred said finally looking up at her “youre protective. Brave. Always willing to fight for people you care about. You dont even see how pretty you are. You walk around school like youre this damaged person but youre stunning. Your smile it’s contagious. And i think you’re beautiful. anyone would be lucky to know you the way my siblings do. But they dont really know the true you do they?” He asked softly she shook her head no “Anyone would be lucky to have you as their friend youre fierce Artemis, and its a good thing start viewing yourself the way George, Charlie, and….. and i… see you why wont you let us know who you truly are?” He looks back down heat rising to his cheeks hoping that she didnt see it focusing really hard on the pot, the pot he was scrubbing. “Because if people knew me for who i really am. Id be alone and no one would want me id get abandoned again… and i dont know if i can handle getting abandoned another time.” her voice cracked he turned his body to face her reaching a hand out but slightly pulling back ‘fuck it’ he thought to himself his hand cupped the side of her face “thats not true” he said softly running a thumb catching the tear that fell from her eye her breath caught in her throat as she leaned more into his touch soft and gentle “its okay to get close to people, and let people get close to you. I know my brothers. Theyll never leave. I wont abandon you either. I can promise you that i will never abandon you.” he whispered she opened her golden eyes to look at him to really look at him ‘stop trying to read my mind Artemis. Im not going to hurt you. Let me in’ he thought to her the only thing that left her lips was a sigh “thank you Fred.” She shuts them tight “let me in. Let me know the real Artemis” he whispered “okay, we have all winter break” she whispered back pulling away from his hand the blush never left his cheeks as he thought back to their conversation through out the detention. The next morning when Charlie came to collect her from her dorm There was a knock at her door before it opened “why you get a dorm room all to yourself is beyond me” Charlie said laying on her bed “oh hush you. You get your own room too” she said rolling her eyes folding her jumper to fit in her bag “yeah im head boy.” He said with an eye roll she looks to him

“i…. I have nightmares…” she said softly letting Fred’s advice seep into her head he props himself up on his elbow to look at her “nightmares?” He asks “yeah. I wake up in the middle of the night screaming. And my magic.. it hurts people i cant control my magic when i have my nightmares. So Dumbledore put me in my own dorm to protect the girls in my year.” she looks down sitting back on her chair he looks at her with concern “why havent you said something before?” He asks sitting now to face her “i was afraid” she said looking away from him “afraid of what?” “That you wouldnt want to be friends with me if you knew the scary parts of me” she said playing with her thumbs he looks at her for a long minute shock running across his face then sighs out and smiles “you know… when i was six. I used to get nightmares. Really horrid ones. My mum used to tell me that id charm tiny dragons out of scratch parchment that singed holes in the wall paper of the room. Id get so scared that when id run into their room there would be burned holes in my night clothes saying the monsters got me” he chuckled. 

She taught me this spell, that made the magic stop. It didnt help the nightmares. But there was no more magic dragons and burnt holes in walls” he said softly “come here kid” he smiled holding his hand out for her to take she grabbed on to it he moved to make room for her on the bed she sat down next to him he grabbed both hands in his. “repeat after me” he said as he said the spell in latin “it means stop the magic that seeps through the dead of night, protect me from myself and those around me” he said squeezing her hands she looks up at him “kid, you can tell me anything. And nothing. I mean nothing will ever make me not want to be friends with you. Youd have to do something really horrid for me to not want to talk to you” he smiles at her which she returns to him “youre the bestest big brother anyone could ask for Charlie bear” she teases “theres my girl” he laughs at her sarcastic comeback ruffling her hair “come on. Lets get to the train” he said grabbing her bag for her. “You guys ready to go?” He asks the three boys waiting in the common room “we’ve been ready we’ve been waiting for you Charlie” Percy rolls his eyes “sorry i was dealing with Artie” he said softly “she needed boy advice” he jests “did not! He fell asleep on my bed while i packed my crap!” She fired back causing Fred and George to laugh hysterically On the train she starts to fidget with her hands Fred raises an eyebrow at her putting his hand on hers “you okay?” He asks gaining the attention of his twin. Charlie and Percy still engrossed in their conversation “what if they dont like me” she said softly “they will. Mum n dad like everyone.” Fred rolled his eyes “i shouldnt have came. Im sorry” she said as the anxiety started to fill her “Artie” Charlie called she snapped her eyes to him “calm down. Youll be okay.” He smiled “Bill wants to meet you. So does my mom and dad.” He continued “dont forget about Ginny. Ginnys been writing me letters asking if shed play house with her when we get there” Percy rolls his eyes she lets out a breath of relief “besides. Its only a week” he gives her a soft smile which surprises everyone she looks to his papers “you got something mixed up there” she points scooting between him and Charlie “this part is right but this needs to be here and this goes here.” She pointed to his paper she snaped her finger and the text book came out she opened it to the correct page showing him her reference “itd make more sense if you put this line here” she added “i wrote a paper on this last year for my biology class.” She said softly his eyes widened “you take Biology?” He asked “im enrolled in an online school.” She said quietly “what would you put in this section here?” Percy points

“i highlighted this section here for that it looks like youve got it covered. Just keep going the way youve been going. When i did my paper it got an A but i compared the years from 1879 to current time from ward A and ward B for what developed over that time. And cited this book in mine.” She talked as she read more of the paper “i wouldve never thought of this. youre brilliant Percy” she whispered under her breath his eyes shot to her face gobsmacked “and this is for muggle studies? This is advanced work” she looked at him he had slightly red cheeks she looked up at the cabin to the three boys looking to her in shock “is Percy really asking someone their opinion?” George asked “and he’s listening!?!?” Fred added on “this is a first even for you Percy” Charlie added mouth gaping open “she’s smart i respect her input” he mumbles out “can i borrow this love?” He asked “LOVE?! YOU NEVER USE NICKNAMES!!!” George points an accusing finger at him “shes a friend” he rolls his eyes “its the same thing i call Ginny” he shook his head ‘i see youre taking the advice’ Fred thought to her smirking looking at her eyes ‘shut up. This dont mean that youre right’ she shook her head sitting back down next to him ‘happiness looks good on you’ he shifted in his seat “so. I barely know anything about you” Percy started “im the third oldest in my family” he looked at her “im the oldest of three.” She smiled to him “when do your siblings start school?” He asks “my twin is home schooled. Hes traveling the world with our uncle. We got separated after my gran died. The youngest didnt make it to his first breath. Mom died before she could give birth” she smiled a look of horror crossed his face “dont feel bad. You didnt know. Its okay” she smiled kindly at him “my twins name is Apollo.”  She kept the conversation going as the train ride went on Charlie and the twins joining in on the conversation 

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Charlie grabbed his trunk and Artemis’s bag as they de boarded the train he makes eye contact with his mom walking up to her and giving her a hug “hey mum” he greeted “Charlie” she smiled moving to Percy Fred and George hugging them “so wheres this Friend youve been talking non stop about?” She asks as Charlie looks back “mum this is Artemis” he said pulling her front and center “ah hello Artemis its so good to finally meet you!” She said pulling her into a hug  “come on now. Lets get home!” She said running through the platform “Dad Bill Ginny and Ron are back waiting at the burrow” she smiled to her boys the drive from Kings Cross to Devon was a long one “Alright kids. We’re here, Fred, George. Show Artemis around” Molly smiled “come on.” George smiled at her leading her into the burrow where a wall of cinnamon hits her nose she closed her eyes and let the scent  engulf her she opens her eyes and drags her eyes around the quaint house filled with color and it felt like everything is alive she sees the clock with all of the faces on it and smiles she turns around with a huge smile on her face to a nervous Fred shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot “this place… its amazing!” She said excitedly. Bouncing with excitement he lets out a shakey breath “this is where you grew up? I love it its so home-y and warm” she walks up to him her grin never fading from her face his heart beats faster she stops in front of him “its better than what I imagined!” She walked spinning around with her arms out wide “you explaining it didnt do much justice this place is amazing!” She continues 

turning back to face the twins when an adult man comes into view “well thank you dear” he said smiling “Arthur Weasley” he introduced himself “Artemis Black” she said as she shook his hand “its nice to have you here for the holiday” he smiles as Charlie runs down the steps with a little girl on his back who is laughing really loud “alright Ginny. Can you show our friend Artie to your room?” Charlie asked she sees her and runs right up to her she kneels down to her height “hello im Ginerva Molly Weasley but everyone calls me Ginny im nine” she said with a big smile on her face “Charlie told me so much about you! My name is Artemis, but you call me Artie” she smiled softly booping her nose “will you come play dolls with me?” She asked shyly “I’ll have you know that im the best doll player in the whoooooooole world, even better than Fred! my favorite thing to do is make the knight fight the dragon for the princess!” She said as she used her hands to give the full effect Arthur Fred George and Charlie watching shushing his mum as she came in Molly turned her head to watch Artemis interact with the youngest of the bunch “watch this” she said as she held out her palm so Ginny could see she covered it with her other hand whistling a special whistle a puff of smoke seeps through her fingers as Igneous flutters his “hello iggie. Can you do me a favor?” The adolescent thunderbird looks at her “can you get me my doll?” The medium sized bird nodded to her spreading his wings as he flew around and into her bag he comes back out with a small baby doll that she holds out for Ginny “thanks Iggie” she said petting his head giving him a treat “wooooe what is that!!” She said excitedly the bird looked to her cocking his head “its alright, you can come closer” she said to Ginny “hes a thunderbird, he landed in my lap with a broken wing” she said “his name is Igneous” she smiled “you can pet him” she smiled as Ginny slowly petted his head she whistled again Igneous flew back into the bag she turned back to the youngest Weasley smiling “if you like that doll, I might even have a few more of my own that you can have. BUT on one condition! We need to have a tea party with princess crowns fluffy boa’s and teddy bears” Artemis said with a big smile

“YES!! COME ON LETS GO!” She yelled excitedly pulling Artie up the stairs as she laughed Fred tracked them with his eyes up the stairs heat rising to his cheeks and tips of his ears as he heard them talk about the things that they were gonna do how his sister accepted her completely “well there goes our best friend” Charlie nudged George “its cute” George said “who knew she was so good with kids” he continued as he glanced over to Fred who stared up the steps to where Ginny had dragged Artemis up to “if you stare any harder it’ll burn a hole through the floor” George snickered “shove off George” Fred rolled his eyes at his twin “ya got a little drool there bud” Charlie wiped the corner of his mouth teasingly “you didnt tell me Artemis was so good with animals” Molly said her mouth gaping “yeah. Shes really good at potions she healed him, she has a big heart. Alittle touchy sometimes needs a lot of reassurance and kindness, shes been through a lot” Charlie said looking to his mum “she showed me a little of what shes been through, but she bottles up a lot inside. Shes afraid to let people know her. She opened up to me for the first time leaving for the train today” he said crossing his arms over his chest Fred looked over to him “she did?” He asked surprised “yeah. Whatever you said to her at detention got to her. She was scared to tell me about it. You could see it. But she told me what was bugging her.” He shrugged “shes a special kid mum. George and i really like her. Fred even more than us not that hed admit it” Charlie gestured to his brothers who nodded “shes alright” Fred blushed leaving the room in a huff “little Freddies got a crush” George chuckled “George be nice to your brother Molly scolded going into the kitchen Ginny stopped at the door before hers knocking a storm when someone opened it “BILL! WILL YOU COME HAVE A TEA PARTY WITH US!!!”  She asked as he smiled at her “give me a second I’ll be right there” he laughed looking up to Artemis “you must be Artemis. Charlie has told me so much about you. So has Fred.” “Only good things I hope” she chuckles out scratching the back of her head “Bill” he gives her a side hug “Artie” she said “COME ON LETS GO!!” Ginny yelled “sorry gotta fly!” She smiled as she got pulled into the pink room they sat down at the table as Ginny gave her her tiara that she placed on her head “why thank you princess Ginny of Devon, its so lovely to be joining you for a spot of tea” she said crossing her legs under the table “my pleasure indeed duchess.” Ginny replied pouring the fake tea out into the plastic cup “sir pippins would you like a biscut to go with your tea?” Ginny asked a small bear when Bill came into the room “princess, and duchess i have come to accept your invitation for tea” he smiled “ah sire, how good of you to join us” Ginny said placing the crown on his head Bill smiling they finished their tea party

as she snapped her fingers her bag zipped open and three dolls came out “here. These are for you” Artemis smiled at Ginny who squealed excitedly “TIME FOR DINNER KIDS!!!” The house hears as the three people sitting around a tiny table looked at eachother “Come on Gin, time to go” Bill said as he picked her up off the chair waiting for Artemis to walk out of the door first “why thank you your majesty” Artemis curtsied walking out the door “the pleasure is all mine Duchess” he smiled chuckling Fred stands up as they see her entering the kitchen pulling out the chair next to his for her “thank you” she smiled at him as she sat down pushing her chair in for her he smiled down at her sitting back down “thats Ron our little brother” Fred pointed to the boy across the table “hello Ron” she smiled as he looked down and he blushed getting choked up “looks like someone has a crush” George whispered into her ear she smiled at the boy across from her “so Artemis, how did you meet the boys?” Molly asked with a smile “i actually stumbled into Charlies compartment on the train and he offered me a place to sit” she smiled “and she pulled a brilliant prank on the twins, her and George became instant friends” Charlie continued “she tutored me in potions last year and on the train ride here she helped Percy with his muggle studies homework” he continued grabbing the bread from the middle of the table “her and Fred didnt get along so well at first. It wasnt until he got both of them in trouble and detention before this break to actually be friends. Hes actually the one that invited her to come” George said to his mum “im sorry to be an imposition Mrs. Weasley, they wouldnt let me say no” she said shyly “its Molly hon. And youre not an imposition. We’re glad to have you” she smiles sweetly “how was the tea party Ginny?” She asked “it was great mummy, Bill and Artie made a great Duke and Duchess. She even gave me her old dollies!” She said putting a spoonful in her mouth “she said we can play house after dinner!!” She added “yep! And i’ll read you a story before bed i have Apollo’s favorite book” she smiled with puffed cheeks to the girl Molly looked to Artemis “who’s Apollo dear?” Molly asked confused “hes my twin brother” she smiled lightly “well why isnt he here with us! Fred! Did you not think to invite her brother!” Molly scolded “oh no Mrs. Weasley, he’s not….” “This is unacceptable!” “Mum her brother doesnt go to Hogwarts he’s traveling with their uncle” Fred said with a sigh she snaps her head to Artie “we got separated when our grandmother died in 1985.” She said with a shrug half way through break After everyone had gone to bed she let out a sigh knowing that she wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight she grabbed her Romeo and Juliet book from her bag and snuck back down to the sitting area where the fire was still burning she sat there quietly reading when she heard footsteps come down the stairs slowly she was so engrossed in her book that she didnt hear him until his voice called out to her “Artie?” Percy said in a tired voice she jumped out of her skin “Percy?” She asks “are you okay? What are you doing up?” He asked in a concerned voice “im fine, just couldnt sleep. Thought id read for a bit” she held up a book in her hand “i was up getting water. Want one?” He asked “no thank you” she smiles he got his glass and sat on the couch opposite of her “what are you reading “Romeo and Juliet” she answered “whats it about?” He asks “star crossed lovers. Forbidden romance. Violence. The good stuff” she summarized “can you read me some?” He asked she smiled and rolled her eyes 

“ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound. JULIET appears above at a window But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!” She read from her spot as he listened to her read as she quoted the book she read to him for about an hour as they fell asleep heads opposite of eachother on the sofas they had been sleeping for two hours when Percy was shaken awake he opens his eyes to Fred standing over him he looks over to Artemis who is fast asleep with the book on her face he smiled “need help carrying her up?” He asked “i got it” Fred answered taking the book gently off of her face and on the table picking her up bridal style Percy comes to her and brushes her hair out of her face “thanks for reading to me” he whispers placing a strand of hair behind her ear walking up the stairs she buried her face in the crook of Freds neck he looked down at her pink tinting her cheeks he feels his heart slowly speed up looking down at her turning his attention to walking up the stairs he gets to Ginny’s room slowly placing her on the bed taking off her shoes and pulling the covers over her he looks to her one last time placing a gentle kiss to her forehead “sleep well Artemis” he whispered lips still attached to her forehead he breaks away her heart pounding in her chest at the feeling of his soft lips pressed to her skin she breathes in smelling the cinnamon and pumpkin mixed with gunpowder and fire on his night clothes heat rising to her cheeks keeping her eyes closed

“thank you Fred” she whispered turning over to her side facing the wall letting out a sigh before letting sleep take her his heart speeds up “youre telling me you were awake this whole time?” He asked in a whisper “i woke up just half way up the steps” she whispered back “bad dream..” she explained “Fred?” “Yeah?” “Can you do the nightmare spell Charlie told me about… on me please? I dont want my magic to hurt anyone.” She asked her voice soft and scared he walks over to her and sits next to her on the bed “you have nightmares?” She nods still looking at the wall “mostly of my grandmother, and the things that took dad. Ive always had them. It got worse after moving in with the family im living with currently.” she whispered out the silence over whelmed her she reached a hand back placing it on the bed she felt the mattress dip and a hand over hers “im still here, i was just listening to see if you were still talking” he whispered out the feeling of electricity flowing through his hand confused him why was he feeling this way toward her thoughts ran through his head at lightning speed before he could think about the words coming out “do you want me to stay? I can sleep on the floor” He asked almost afraid of the answer “i wont ask you to do that” she whispered again his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest its because she wouldnt ask why he’d do it for her “i want too” he said “only if you want too” she said turning around “promise me you wont let go?” She asked scooting over to the edge of her air mattress he wraps his pinky around hers “promise” he whispered with the incantation following the word. He moved over sliding off rhe bed their pinkys still together as he laid on the floor with his free arm under his head as a pillow she pulls the blanket on her to where its over him as well grabbing the extra pillow and handing it to him  “sleep well” she whispered to him “sleep well Artemis” he sighed out

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She woke up with a note in her hand that Fred had been holding ‘morning Art, i had to get out before mum got up and found me. Just wanted you to know i stayed for as long as i could. I promised i wouldnt abandon you, i never will. Merry Christmas -F’ she smiled at the note putting it in her bag she stretched her arms over her head seeing Ginny peacefully still asleep it was about five thirty in the morning she slowly got out of bed changed from her night clothes to her day clothes seeing everyone still asleep Artemis snapped her fingers and the broom started to sweep the floors in the livingroom ‘island baby youre so beautiful you drive me crazy’ she sang as she focused on the chores that needed to be done walking into the kitchen the placemats and dishes set themselves on the table ‘you know you’re all that i need so much more’ she sang quietly as she washed the dishes that was in the sink she looked in the fridge as her magic tidied the Weasleys living space rags polished the glass of the windows

your strength and beauty i can see in your smile i lose sight of my world’ she poached eggs fried potatoes and made pancake batter toasted English muffins fried ham sausage and bacon and prepared her hollandaise sauce and gravy steaming some veggies ‘baby love no words can hold whats truly on my mind just feel the beat of my heart and youll know what i need’ when everything was done she assembled her eggs Benedict on a large serving platter with sauces on the side she mashed half of the potatoes and kept the rest as chips putting those on serving trays as well ‘youre my pualena youre so beautiful god knows i love you and youre all i need pualena you take my breath away pualena’ she sang silently washed the cooking utensils and put on a pot of water for tea and coffee quietly singing to herself ‘you know lately… all i think about is holding you closely and never leaving yourside ill keep you warm time passes by and still youre on my mind’ snapping her fingers again the trash bin empties its self and the couch cushions fluffed up  when Molly came into the Kitchen putting on her apron seeing the well made breakfast and Artemis singing to herself while doing chores she had planned to get done ‘i cant imagine living my life with out you cause the special moments you and i could only share will always keep us together and never apart youre my pualena’ she sang turning around with the hot water in the kettle almost dropping it when she sees the matriarch of the family “OH!” She yelped “im sorry mrs. Weasley i didnt hear you come in” she apologized floating the kettle to the table snapping her fingers cleaning off the flour on her clothing “i hope you dont mind but i tidied and made breakfast for everyone, i just wanted to thank you for having me. Happy Christmas” she smiled “you didnt have to do that dear” she smiled giving Artemis a hug, “just where did you learn elf magic from?” She asked kindly “its a… its a long story.” She smiled as she sat pouring them each a cup of tea “we’ve got about thirty minutes before everyone is down for breakfast” Molly smiled at her “my mum passed when we were five, when we moved to my grandmothers house since dad got taken to Azkaban.. my grandmother saw us as a stain on the Black family tree. We were burnt off and well. She treated us like house elves. We learned how to do basics from Kreacher. When she died in 1985, i went to live with the family im living with now. Theyve pretty much kept up that tradition.” She sipped her tea not looking at Molly “i didnt get good at it til i moved in with the current people im staying with. Ive been meaning to tell you. Thank you for the jumper by the way. That was my first birthday gift ever” she smiled at Molly who looked at her with a shocked expression

“dear, you never have to worry about that you’re always welcome here. You are not allowed to wash up after dinner you are going to be a normal kid while youre in our care do you understand me?” She said in a soft but stern voice “wow mum breakfast looks amazing” Bill called out from the living room “Artemis made it for us” Molly smiled as he kissed her forehead “you did? I didnt know you knew how to cook” he sat down she snapped her finger and poured out a mug of tea for him “th…thank you” he said “i hope breakfast is to your liking” she smiled at him soon the table was filled with Weasleys Fred sitting down next to her giving her a soft smile When everyone started to eat Bill groaned “oh. My. God. This is amazing” as he took another spoon full of eggs Benedict in to his mouth “Artemis how did you learn how to cook like this?” He asked looking up at her from across the table “wait.. Artemis cooked this?” George and Fred said at the same time heat rising to her cheeks Charlie looked over “you cooked all of this?” He asked her “i…. I learned from my mom. She used to make this all the time. I wanted to thank you for having me for Christmas” she said looking down “its amazing” they all said “can she stay forever mum? She needs to teach us how to make this stuff!” Ron spoke up from scarfing down his food she let out a soft chuckle at his wanting for her to stay

after breakfast they all sat down in the sitting room getting ready to open up presents she snapped her fingers individually wrapped gifts floated from her bag to each of the Weasleys as Molly handed out everyones gift she got a hand drawn card from Ron which she gave him a kiss on the cheek for, a Friendship bracelet from Ginny, George got her some sweets from honeydukes, Charlie bought her a few muggle books Bill brought her back a souvenir from Egypt, Percy gave her one of his old textbooks with a note ‘i saw you looking at this when we were correcting your term work. i dont read it anymore its yours’ she smiled at him Molly made her a jumper and Arthur gave her one of his old journals the last gift she opened was Freds. He had made her a pendant out if wood in the shape of a thunderbird with the shape of the island she was from in the middle of it “here.. if you tap it here with a wand it enlarges what it says” he showed her ‘Home is where love is remember puʻuwai love is eternal and it will give you peace’ “i got the quote from the photo album you showed me a couple of days ago. When we were feeding Igneous. The persons name who wrote it on the pages name was Gary. I assume thats your grandfather?” He asked nervously tears sprung to her eyes holding the string brushing the beads that encompassed the pendant “dad helped me make it and Ginny showed me how to knot the rope with the beads.” he rubbed the back of his neck she dropped the necklace back into the box and tackled him with a hug “thank you” she whispered as she let out the tears that glistened her eyes he hugged her back slightly as she pulled away she handed him the pendant and moved her hair facing her back toward him he opened the necklace and tied it on to her neck “its beautiful. Thank you Fred, Arthur, Gin.” She said holding the pendant in her hand “no one has ever gotten me something so precious before i’ll never take it off” she said smiling as they got to her gifts she got Arthur muggle trinkets, Molly two sets of dragon hide knitting needles and a crochet hook, Bill got a leather jacket, Charlie got six new issues of dragons weekly, George got zonkos trinkets, Ginny got brand new dolls and doll clothes Ron got a new toy broom Fred unwrapped his gift and saw a scarf mittens and beanie set he looked up at her “i hope the colors are okay… i used to make my brothers scarves and hats you said your favorite color was purple and orange i didnt know what hue so i guessed. You said your old set wasnt getting warm enough” she blushed as he took out the purple scarf with Fred G. Weasley in a muted orange crocheted into the body of it he had only mentioned that in passing before and she had listened “i figured me and your mom could coordinate, so i wrote her sending her spools of yarn that i used to make those and” he put the scarf back in the box and opened his mums gift to a jumper he smiled pulling her into another hug “its perfect Artie. Thank you” he said letting her go. “Alright kids, lets put away everything put on your clothes we’re gonna go play in the snow” Molly informed everyone as Arthur came to talk to her asking about how to use the muggle things she had given him “so that is a french press, you put coffee or tea in the bottom with hot water let it seep and then pour it out the lever thing pushes down the leafs so nothing goes into your drink, and this is a pen, you click it and write the ink is built in.” She smiles as he looks intently at his gifts “this is wonderful! How interesting!” He said excitedly “thank you so much dear!” He says as he writes with the pen “no issue Mr. Weasley” she giggles as she looks down to her book

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“Id like to recognize the student that has shown the most promise in my class with the most promise in potioneering i have ever seen, and while we give this award usually to sixth or seventh years at this time id like to present my award to a marvelous second year that i had the privilege of teaching, shaping, and guiding into the world of potions” Snape droned on Angelina’s eyes twinkled in suspense as he talked “Ms. Artemis Black please come and collect this certificate for potions excellence a copy will be posted in head master Albus Dumbledore’s office on the wall of excellence. Congratulations the next award that will be presented is charms, Professor Flitwick please take the stand” the great hall erupted into cheers as Artemis walked up to Snape. Angelina’s eyes narrowed at her as she scoffed seeing her shake hands with the tall potions professor Artemis turned to Fred and smiled brightly at him the excitement in her eyes was alluring and his heart sped up Charlie bumped him and he broke out of his trance she sat down across from him “good job Lia, howd you manage to get Snape to like you?” Playful smirk adorning his features she laughed rolling her eyes at him “oh dont act like you dont help. Youre one half of the potions team remember? I usually make the harder one you make the easy one he may not show it but he’s quite fond of you too. Though i’ll take credit for that part. I am the one that makes you do the work” she jests throwing a piece of her bread at him “posh” his cheeks burn red at her she laughed “congratulations love” Percy kissed her head “thank you Perce” she smiled at him “i want to read pride and prejudice tonight i’ll read this time since you read last?” He asked “sure” she smiled “you two in a book club now?” Oliver asked his Scottish accent thick as he sat down. “No” Charlie shook his head looking to Oliver “if those two aren’t bickering about school work, Lia bug wins every time by the way. Theyre talking about books and reading together it drove me absolutely mad all Christmas break hearing them drone on and on about stem cells and biology” Charlie slammed his head on the desk “really?” Oliver asked “Percy actually lost a debate?” He laughed unbelievably “yeah. She stunned him. Our Artie -tartie is a genius” George said throwing his arm around her shoulder “best second little sister i couldve asked for” he added to his praise “hes just praising me because i bought him quidditch supplies and pranks from zonkos. Don’t listen to him. Artemis Black.” She held out her hand to Oliver “Oliver Wood” he shook her hand “anybody that can shut my roommate up is a hero in my book” he chuckled “shut up Ollie! Youre worse! Just start talking about quidditch and you never shut up” Percy rolled his eyes “did you catch the Irish vs Puddlemere game on boxing day? I listened to it on the radio it was a good game! Saoirse caught the snitch just before Dandervoet did it kept me on the edge of my seat the entire time” she engrossed in the conversation as they went back and forth about which team is better

 “No! Sheffield is a crook and you know it!!” She huffed out “HOW DARE YOU MADAME HE IS NO CROOK HE IS THE BEST KEEPER IN THE GAME!” Oliver said in fake offense “HE IS NOT HE CHEATED AGAINST THE HOLLY HEAD HARPIES LAST YEAR!” She rolled her eyes looking at Fred who was clearly impressed with her “I AM DEEPLY OFFENDED! THEYRE GOOD ENOUGH TO GO FOR THE WORLD CUP!” He said laughing “but yes they did play a good game against the Irish im happy I won my bet. The Irish is the best team ever” “it was a stolen game” Oliver frowned “shame really. You like seekers?” He asked “only position ive ever played” she smiled at him she glanced back to Charlie who dropped his jaw “sorry folks please excuse me and Lia bug I need to talk to her” Charlie said dragging her out of the great hall and into the quidditch pitch “why have you never said anything. Im captain I could’ve put you on the team!” he rolled his eyes handing her the broom she looked down taking the broom in her hand his tone of voice sounded angry and hurt instantly she flinched away from him he picked up immediately his eyes softened as concern overcame him “hey.,, Lia buggie… whats wrong?” He asked noticing her face she teared up “Buggie… hey. Im not mad” he cooed softly “I didnt tell you because i dont want to play Quidditch…. I want to be like my mum” her voice broke his eyes widened “Lia-bug” his voice worried and soft “she was a lawyer she wanted to merge muggle law and wizard law together, she… she never got to see it happen. She fought so hard to keep dad out of Azkaban…. All I want in life is to finish what she started” she looked up to Charlie “Quidditch is fun. Im good at it. But I have other ambitions in life especially with all the muggle classes im taking its just too much for me please dont be mad” I looked down he was taken aback “im not mad” he lifted her head with his hand once she was looking at him “im not mad” he said again “i just want to play some quidditch with my little sister. Sound good?” He smiled softly she nodded at him “okay” he smiled “lets go” he smiled again getting a smile out of her as they played more people joined in playing to where there were two teams of seven her team won against Charlies “who wouldve thought you were so good at quidditch Artie-tartie” George laughed ruffling her hair “oh hush you.” She rolled her eyes at him 

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“So a lawyer?” Charlie asks sitting down next to her “youre up late” she whispered back to him trying not to wake Percy “couldnt stop thinking about your reaction. I wanted to make sure we were okay” he sighed out “we’re fine Charlie-bear. Im sorry i reacted that way. I dont do well with confrontation” she smiled. “You have nothing to apologize for” he smiled “yeah. I want to be a lawyer” she smiled “im proud of you little sister you know that right?” He kissed her forehead “thank you Charlie” she smiled leaning into him “get some rest Lia-bug” he sighed letting her rest her head on his shoulder and fell asleep Fred came downstairs to see Charlie still up and reading her book like Christmas he shook Percy awake “hey.. get to bed” Fred whispered Percy smiled “thanks Fred. You want help this time?” He asked like always its been some what of a tradition. Every night theyd read and fall asleep on opposing couches and Fred would wake up wake him up and take Artemis back to her room “ive got this. Ive got her” Fred said walking up to Artemis sighing out “not a word out of you” he hissed at Charlie who just continued to read he carried her up the stairs placing her on her bed “sleep well Lia” he kissed her forehead like always “Sleep well Freddie” she said half asleep he froze in his spot for a second before leaving descending down the stairs he ran a hand through his hair sighing out “come sit with me for a while” Charlie called out to him he just nodded to his brother “have you figured it out yet?” He asked flipping the page “i know that its not platonic” Fred sighed out. “What i feel for her. I mean. I know that its not platonic and thats all ive got. Im only twelve im still figuring this stuff out. Why cant this be as simple as girls have cooties. And boys are awesome anymore. Why does everything have to complicate itself” he huffed Charlie closed the book and placed it on the table in front of them “because growing up sucks. But, the more we do the more we feel, the more we feel the more we mature” Charlie started making Fred look at him in shock

youve got something here with her, and its okay to be scared of that. But shes changing you for the better, Mums written about it shes noticing it too. Youre making her proud. She asked me to talk to you about it” Charlie smiled “she didnt think it was a good idea to talk to you about it herself she thought that your big brother talking to you would be better. She knows you stay with her and leave before Mum does bed checks” Charlie said softly Freds eyes widened “easy Fred i had your back” Charlie smiled at him “i told her about the nightmares and the spell and everything thats came after that. Mum understands. But told me to tell you. No funny business.” “Charlie its not like that we’re… we’re not like that” Freds cheeks heat up “but you could be. Some day” he smiled “what im saying is we all like her. And we all like what shes doing to you. Get some sleep” Charlie saoid standing up and leaving him in the common room 

[wrothian]

ストレイチルドレン (Stray Children)

second game i was able to beat fully in japanese (on a technical level its my first, since my playthrough of nanatsu kaze no shima monogatari glitched and kept me from playing only the final boss... but i did watch what i couldnt play). im shocked i was able to understand the whole game and it was a great challenge + fun learning experience. i put alt text on the screenshots with text so you can get an idea of what it says

as for the game itself: Its peak. theyve done it again. i knew it would be special as the final rpg kimura planned to make. its very hard for me to word the things i want to about this game without talking about spoilers (which i will do under the cut). within even the first five minutes it was making me gasp and yell and point at the screen. its such a love letter to PEOPLE. to LOVERS. doubly so to anyone who has played moon beforehand. really enjoyed all of the characters, areas, dodging mechanics. this game is CRUEL to you. one save. no menu. no settings. adults will gladly and easily kill you. i loved it

since i played pre-bugpatch i ran into a good handful of bugs but honestly, depending on the game and the devteam they can be really endearing. in this situation they were almost completely endearing aside from a few things in my second playthrough. it speaks volumes that the worldbuilding was so nice that i would run into a bug and just happily think about my player's father working on the game and happening to miss this one.

i really loved how much room for interpretation there is in the story. everything feels so layered over and over and over again where so many thoughts ive had about the plot and the intention behind scenes/lines/gameplay all feel like potential answers. kenken is by far my favorite guy. i enjoyed yasuyo a lot too and of course the nameless boy. lots of interesting missable stuff that made me very much enjoy my second playthrough and i hope theres even more that i missed honestly. also the music is great i really hope a soundtrack is released or someone rips the files soon!!!

now under the cut will be some spoiler thoughts i have about the game (MOON RPG SPOILERS ALSO PRESENT)

making this a moon sequel of sorts is absolutely unbelievable. making it so connected to the cut section of story is unbelievable. it is its own thing, but its also so connected to moon that i cant imagine playing it without playing moon first. the grandson was the hero, now the grandson is the antagonist-turned-savior thanks to the crumbling world in crescent moon. he wasnt even that relevant but why was he talking about how he shouldnt even exist in the world!!! i guess thats why hes the antag now because dad has become the owner of the cursed armor

yasuyos whole deal is so funny. shes awesome. i think its a little silly how she can do all of that at the very end without explanation (her reasoning for it all is very clear, though. but youre iffy if she'll actually do something which i love). i do really really really like her constant chatter about the door of ends to the point it causes me, the player, to start focusing on that rather than my characters ACTUAL goal of finding my father... i had to play twice because she legit got me with it. the helmet even said to find my own path!! i needed to find my station but i left through the door anyways because she got into my head!!! im sorry yasuyo i dont think ill ever be able to take you out of the world through the door!!!

it killed me that my talk with my dad was the same format as a boss fight talk. it hit too hard hearing him talk about how tired of life he was, how miserable he was trying to work, how people put him down so easily... and how happy he was that i, as the nameless boy, was born. it KILLED me that the game itself was a "boss fight" with me, the player, the adult scarred by societal pressure and life experience. the very last word is the same one i said to all the adults to open their hearts and help them move on to the afterlife. We'll meet again in a world that we make kinder ourselves. Oh my god we have to live. WE HAVE TO LIVE AND LOVE

that said, im also thinking a lot about how it doesnt seem like killing adults or saving them affects endings as far as we are aware rn. incredible misdirect and subversion of undertale inspiration that ties in sweetly with the themes i think. you should save people because you want to know them. they are people just like you. i think if you went through the game and didnt see them as people, yes you could find your father and speak to him, but you wouldnt feel fulfilled. life's like that too, isnt it??

what im really grappling with is the first strange plate, who/what kenken is, and what it means to abandon the dogface at the end of the credits. starting with the plate

it speaks about a puppy being beaten by the people who are being urged on by "something" (negative emotions) and having to bear with it. is this the nameless boy? is this kenken? is this the dad, considering these plates were engraved via creation of the game, so why would he be aware of the boy/kenkens bullying? is it just a statement about how our negative feelings can cause us to lash out at others and hurt them? Its probably everything

Who is kenken. i really am thinking a lot about the theory that kenken and the nameless boy are one and the same. and maybe to that extent i, the player, am also kenken. if no player has entered in over 30 years, how is the nameless boy still a boy? if the father vanished right when the game was finished, why is the boy still a boy and yet the game and consoles are retro? his house has a more modern tv. if this is kenken coming to terms with the lack of his father (and potentially neglect/cruelty, considering the dad knocking the boy away while he worked), then its interesting watching him try to give his child self "adult advice" and still failing to protect his child self fully. and his acknowledgement that hes failing. a commentary about kenken's experience with adults not being there for him, maybe. in that case: what about him staying with dad? is this all him dying, coming to terms with his father, and then entering the cycle of rebirth as a newborn? is this him abandoning his adult misery with his father (who he will be able to relate to more via this pain) and re-entering life with more love in his heart, akin to a child?

the child loses his face at the end. if the child is kenken, is his face kenken? if i am kenken, is the child me? one of us—all of us—come(s) to terms with reality. that theres good and bad in the world and we can continue to love and live huh. i think the game was incredible

we have to live guys

[kawaiicherryblossomperfection]

i was born then they died i was alive so i lived forever with yoon keeho exactly but this time shes mine! guys this time i love her and this time i want to see her live with your opaque green ornaments and sandalwood trees ew ur so black! today desarae? and u have no voice acting lessons black legions no black legends ew ur nasty ew ur a cure ew ur ghetto bitch ew nah im not not what? not in love with me? i am i am! ok fine byee dudee omg ok so were good now? yes were fine mhm :) ew ur nasty go home tomorrow u died in there? no i became a robot wait! omg no i didnt see u did u want to stay awhile yes i do in fact i do ok so how did u get here? we hate u we dont hate u we like shes just weird she has a phobia of choosing its real look it up! i hate u we got her! the suicide boys did! we took her voice and she is happy! that she lives another day no?! yes we live with lava & knives they hey hey its the bee keeper ew i have a ghetto heart too i was just too poor to see it no! no! no?! she did not do that? she literally didnt its my alive soul speaking to u from an alive soul no i was gonna say man? she turned me into a man! no i didnt do anything to u at all shes gonna come live with me but i wont know her face and she wont know mine or somewhere else along the way! i know all her information and we fly high she didnt say one bad thing get ahold of her hey hey its atlantis want to come with us? why? ur new technology no im fine by myself lets keep going to neptune everyday underwater what? i live on planet neptune for eternity and i live on atlantis ok is that about it? yes ok goodbye thank u ok so we will live on! and charge ur phone? how i dont know a charger ok so go home queeno britney what? did ur robot try to kill u? ah so i am a robot no this is zeus! i am her robot ew what? im her daddy were in the lovebombing part of the manga ok so go home to novemver what! hi its zeus are we back yet? no daddy can the bee keeper come? no ok what about lava & knif3? ok so ew! u stole this from me? no keeho i dont steal ok so go home queeno bendy is over in this comic book manga manga manga manga manga i write manga ok so go home queeno bendy! shes in the right vicinity ew no she has no homor training ew i want her ew i dont want her i will write ok? what the script hi i love u no like im fine ok thank u lordy its the suicide boys! all of that stays shes writes the script of her life and her bed can skateboard now! its cool as fuck and we kove her deeply and are in love with her deeply deeply in love with her deeply in love with her deeply in love with her where did we go? we went far away wheres theres no sunlight and we watch her fade away into a sunshine abismal ok? so no zeus daddy he i am here! i dont love her though i hate her i thought she was evil i love her we go home to! hahaha its zeus daddy for real now keeho stole her nwhat u didnt just fix the manga u broke its rule! u cant have manga and comic books so go home queeno britney! hang on its chanhee what do u want to do? have fun no i want to live her life for her! why? bc i love her ok so do something about it its zeus books were never gonna leave so calm ur tits down i dont love her! we dont either we love her very much but were gonna hey whered our audience go? omg! shes a fat biitch ew ur a kpop idol now? no manga voice turned on so stop talking ha nope no shes too mean around me i love her can i marry her? no u cannot unmarry me ew! what are we gonna happen to us? daddy off with my head

[cantdance]

10 fandoms 10 characters tag game

rules: name 10 of your favorite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people (i wont do that)

tagged by @lolotr almost a month ago. it took me a while to get to this, half because i kept forgetting and half because i legitimately struggled to come up with ten different fandoms i can claim to be in, but whos going to pass up a chance to rave about their blorbos

Final Fantasy XIV Online (FFXIV) - i love so many of the characters from this game. its not hard, the game is designed to make you love them. they feel like real people, especially in the last two expansions which emphasized their relationships with each other and with the wol (aka the player character). its difficult to choose one favorite but if i have to id say its gotta be alisaie leveilleur. despite not being relevant to the main story until the second expansion, her character is so rich and compelling. shes just a girl who wants to understand why her beloved grandpa left her to save a bunch of strangers, and she also wants to find out who she is and become her own person out of her familys (and especially her brothers) shadow. she also likes violence and explosions and how can you not enjoy that in a girl. unlike a lot of people who like alisaie, i also love alphinaud, and i love the way they interact. alisaie is my preferred twin but only by a slim margin. you can blame the backwards ass way i played this game for the fact that i love alphinaud even in 2.0

Marvel Comics - obviously its loki laufeyson! name a bitch more iconic. canonically genderfluid since 2014. your doomed by the narrative fave. raised by a father and a society that hated them for who they were, forced into the role of a villain to juxtapose their brother who was the only person to ever believe they could be more, at least until he didnt. killed and ate and burned themselves over and over to become something new. literally broke free from the narrative to become their best self but still a morally dubious shithead trickster in any (well written) form. my absolute blorbo of all time, dm me for a reading list

Norse Mythology - loki laufeyson again lolol. name. a bitch. more. iconic. canonically genderfluid since the viking age. born from a forest fire after lightning struck a tree. canonically hot but in a fucked up and dangerous way. odin was like "whos this hot weirdo" and decided they were brothers. your ultimate doomed by the narrative baddie. prophesied to end the universe. the god of fucking around and finding out. there are so few verifiable facts about this bitch, he is a complete enigma even among the rest of norse mythology which is already so fractured and weird. we straight up dont know how, why, or even IF he was actually worshipped. hes the only god to not have a single village dedicated to him. there are, like, two or three runestones depicting him. snorri made him into a jesus figure in the eddas but he serves so much cunt that he is repeatedly misinterpreted as literal satan. your fave could never.

LegendLark/Dames and Dragons - this is another difficult one because the characters are all so great, but im giving it to laika because i have a funny story about it. my first listen through i was in the middle of the gray manacle arc when i started asking myself who my favorite was. i decided it was laika literally the episode before she leaves 🥹

Dungeons and Daddies - i feel like my favorite should be scary, as someone who was once a goth/emo teen girl. however im gonna have to give it to my boi normally lee oak-swallows-garcia, the perky peppy chipper cheery mixed up mascot who doesnt know who he is anymore. imagine knowing your parents are disappointed with you at like, 14. imagine inheriting a generational curse except its a literal eldritch curse that you cant do anything about. imagine connecting with the mind of an incomprehensible eldritch being that is killing your reality out of loneliness and fear and hatred and deciding to show kindness.

The Locked Tomb - probably an obvious pick but its gotta be gideon nav. shes your butch sword lesbian. shes your jock trapped in a science convention. shes your tragic unloved child. shes your doomed by the narrative/came back wrong double threat. shes everything to me.

Paranatural - im not actually current, unfortunately. ever since zack changed formats ive found it difficult to read. i understand why they decided to do it the new way, but my attention span is simply not long enough. eventually i will catch up probably maybe. that said, my favorite is of course max. i just love how sassy and exasperated he is. he literally didnt ask for any of this shit. like he just moved to a new town where he doesnt know anyone and suddenly theres ghosts and he has to join an organization to fight them and his bat has a monster inside of it and he almost gets run over by a train, how fucking exhausted must this kid be all the time

Hunter X Hunter - its the only anime on the list baybee. i thought about including others but none are super current and hxh is the one that i still feel strongly about. my fave from hxh is the one, the only, killua zoldyck. my son. my angel. my precious catboy murder child. a boy who was tortured by his own family and trained to not care about other people and who was so lonely he latched onto the first boy his age that hed ever met. he is so full of love and he would do anything for his best friend, including kill people, but to be fair he would also kill people for literally any other reason

The Wheel of Time - my most recent experience with wot was rereading the eye of the world in preparation for the amazon show, which was a huge letdown for me and a lot of fans of the books. my last experience with it before that was when i was, like, 12. as a kid my favorite character was egwene, and now my favorite is...still egwene. she is a strong, confident young woman who knows what she wants and doesnt shy away from going after it. shes very strong-willed and doesnt bend to the will of others, she is unrepentantly herself. she also reads very heavily as a lesbian despite being in a (rather annoying imo) het romance with the mc. i dont think this was intentional (given the aforementioned het romance) so i wouldnt call it coding but like. shes a young adult who eschews traditional female roles and aspires to be unmarried and spend her time with other women how ELSE am i supposed to read that

Homestuck - very much NOT a current fandom, but it defined a great deal of my life, so i feel like it should be included. my favorite for this one may be the most difficult to predict, or maybe not idk, but its kanaya maryam. i remember the first time i was reading, waiting for my patron troll to pop up, and it was her. at first i paid attention to her just for that, but i fell in love with her pretty fast. i have a thing for female characters who go through arcs of self discovery and learning to value themselves outside of the opinions of others. something about starting out thinking youre a prop for other people and ending as a whole ass person is so *chefs kiss* also shes sassy and wields a chainsaw which is badass. i personally think her arc fell flat and she was underutilized in the end, but shes hardly the only one that got overlooked tbfh

im not tagging anyone mostly because i have no idea who i would tag. if youre reading this and want to do it, please do!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

alexis i fell to the fucking floor at least five times while reading this i would kill for u . i could kiss u. i was half-joking before but like do u know ur ring size?? do u? pls tell me im down on one knee rn….

YOURE SPOILING ME YOU RLLY ARE i cant tell u how much i appreciate u taking the time to write this?!???? UR SO…….. so lovely and sweet BUT ALSO U GET IT????? U GET IT COMPLETELY??????? the way u see the vision so perfectly everything u said is like. Exactly what i was thinking while writing. ur so scary (affectionate)

i dont want this to get too long (it will) but i do wanna comment on everything u said so bad bc literally everything made me so insane and i want u to know that i’d give u my firstborn <333 here is a treat for u to snack on if u decide to read through this!!🧋🍰 im so obsessed w this au so theres just sm to say… sm to think abt..

FIRST OFF I AGREEEE i loveeee masc coded readers <3333 i feel like the gojo x reader tag in particular is 99% fem!reader which is totally fine but i do think hes a queer ass man so m!readers are so special to me!! 

anyway anyway GOSHHH ALEXIS UR MIND i feel like u just Got every single line in this fic even ones i didnt think ppl would notice do u KNOW how special u are to me….. we share the same brain fr 🤝 (the quotev girlie bond i think <3) like all ur thoughts abt the monarchy, royalty, the differences between the knight and the prince..  his priviliege. i was sitting there reading this going EXACTLY U GET IT <333 every two seconds LMAO

and the resentment!! tbh i think ur so real, i wrote this reader as like . Extremely devoted and thats why they never once resent him bc they love him from the get go but i would definitely feel that envy and contempt too!! we're both children, the only difference is that one of us has the power to bend the worlds to their fingers and the other is the one that has to bend. <- THIS IS EXACTLY IT u phrased it so beautifully. and i think gojo wants to get rid of that dynamic sooo bad but its just impossible. theyre on different levels!! he wants to be down on the ground w them but he cant bc he was born in the sky. etc etc etc.

all your thoughts on prince!gojo in general are so real so true u get him like no one else <333 he DOESNT want to be king literally the only reason he works towards it is so he can protect reader. like. thats ALL. deep down i think he just wants to run away w them :<

and!! him being such a good ruler too!!!!!! ur so right! u see the vision! (i am holding both ur hands while saying this) hes empathetic and was absolutely born w that kind of kindness wired in, i think especially bc he was always soso isolated!! and then meeting someone like reader… it def did just set him down the best path possible bc to have someone u love grow up in such harsh conditions will make u so desperate to change them. and satoru never wants to have to meet anyone like reader again!!! i think hes similar to canon satoru in that he wants to preserve youth above all else <3333 hes a sweetipie an angel boy etc etc

(something tells you he’d kneel, too, if only you’d let him.) <- this line. its so good. reader and gojo both know that they're meant for different things and they honestly were probably never supposed to meet, but they did anyways, and now they're intrinsically connected to a someone who's fate couldn't be more different than theirs.

^ IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT THERE R TEARS IN MY EYES ALEXIS I LIVE OFF UR APPROVAL….. thats exactly what i wanted to convey <33 theyre soulmates to me!!

ALSOOOOO KNIGHT!GETO X ROYALTY!READER ????? ur crazy. i can always trust u. knight!sugu would be so fucking overprotective over his prince/princess like its genuinely infuriating…. he bullies u too but he does so lovingly. and no one else is allowed to hes like a guard dog. takes care of u all the time even if ur acting spoiled and bratty he probably likes it tbh

the thoughts are coming to me wait… sneaking u out of the castle w a roll of his eyes bc u kept nagging him abt it … having this big tall beautiful man kneel for u time and time again NOOO I CAN FEEL MYSELF SLIPPING AWAY WHAT HAVE U DONE TO ME 💔💔💔 😭😭😭😭 (do u feel the hakyona vibes also or is that just me…)

sigh. ill add it to the wips 😔😔😔 (the thoughts have now consumed me fully pls just know its in the works <33 will tag u when its out ty for having such a giant brain i am kissing ur cheek)

AND ALEXIS are u inside my brain…. be honest. i think ur the first person to mention the maid i got so excited. the maid that hurt reader and got fired or worse hmmm i wonder i wonder…. BUT U CAUGHT IT AND U LITERALLY GET IT SO WELL???? i cant believe ur brain i genuinely cant the way u dissected this npc maid AND UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT TOO…. the envy. having to watch this brat get everything they want, hang around the prince far too much, just who do they think they are? theyll always just be a street rat. someone needs to remind them of that, right?

aaaand then satoru walks in <333 and tbh alexis i think he just snaps. its an important moment in my mind bc he rlly is a sweet boy but i think thats the first moment he genuinely wants to see someone suffer and he realizes that he has the power to make it happen… yeahhh. also i think he gets sooo much more protective of knight!reader after that incident :< he just wants them to be safe n happy!!

anyway. I LOVE YOUUUUU this was the sweetest thing to read ever ever ever im gonna keep it in my heart for the rest of my life <333 it means sm that u liked the dynamic and the writing n just . This in general ITS SUCH HIGH PRAISE COMING FROM U TOO….. sniffle. ily i hope u have the nicest sleep ever tonight TAT

how deep is your devotion? ; satoru gojo

synopsis; you’re his knight, and he’s your prince. if only it were that simple.

word count; 6.6k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, royalty au (..but no effort put into making it historically accurate in any way oops), knight!reader x prince!toru!!, childhood friends, mutual pining, fluffy overall, some hurt/comfort too, vague allusions to abuse (reader is punished by one of the castle maids as a child but it’s only rly hinted at), knight!reader is horrendously devoted but prince!gojo is arguably worse, he would burn the world down if u asked nicely <3

a/n; big big BIG thank u to @softgirlgonehaywire for having the biggest brain in the world and infecting me w this concept <33 if u pay attention while reading u can tell the exact moment i started slowly spiraling into insanity.

you are five years old when you meet the prince.

five years old, a mere child, and too young to be blinded by such brilliance. too young to be where you are; curled up in a dark alley, back against a grimy brick wall, covered in bruises. like a beaten dog — scrawny and afraid. waiting for a strike that never comes.

the boy in front of you is also five years old, but you don’t know that. something in him looks older, somehow, something in the way he carries himself. like he doesn’t have anything to be afraid of. like he’s never even felt fear. he parts his lips and speaks like he has the right to, like he’s comfortable in his own skin, a radiance so blinding you could mistake him for the sun. too much for you to bear.

”does it hurt?”

the words fall on deaf ears. but you flinch, your body reacts, a tremble down your tiny spine. you hear the sound but not the words. too mesmerized, too paralyzed, unable to look away from the blue of his eyes, painted with rich watercolour hues. seeping into the world around you like ink on paper, cobalt and aquamarine and something else, something you’ve never seen before —

a blue so jarring it makes you shiver.

the boy has an innocent face. almost girlish, plump cheeks and long lashes, clean clothes and smooth skin. a little too pretty to be out here, you think, in this part of town — too pure to be anywhere near someone like you. he’s above you, that much you can tell. a pretty, innocent face, untouched by dirt or ache; the face of royalty. an entirely different species.

there’s something keen in his eyes, a contrast to his childlike features. a sharp gaze, something that sees through you, something that won’t look away. something mildly frightening. enough to have you cowering in fear, hugging your knees closer to your chest.

but then he smiles. and it’s sincere. sweet, vibrant, all honey and milk and a world you cannot reach.

a smile so captivating you take his outstretched hand, and let him drag you away to god-knows-where.

(that's how it begins. the dynamic that’ll follow you into your adult lives; satoru takes the lead, and you follow. no matter where he’s going.)

satoru gojo, as you soon come to learn, is the prince of the nation you reside in. the only child of the royal family, born with talent and prestige, fame and fortune, set to become king. a different species, indeed.

but he brings you home with him, to a castle so grand you feel as if your very presence is an insult to the architects who designed it, and convinces his parents to let you stay. it’s surprising, but you don’t protest; following him like a puppy at his trail. and he’s stubborn, insistent, demanding that he get to keep said puppy. 

the king and queen don’t care one way or another. they glance at you with apathy, and tell satoru to do what he wants — but convincing the scary and displeased castle maids takes some work. 

satoru doesn’t waver, though. he holds your hand in his, and demands that you be treated with respect.

and he wins. he always wins.

that’s how you become the prince’s playmate. raised alongside him, allowed to stay close, eat from the same food. he won’t settle for anything less. defending your honour, always, before you even know what honour means. before you care.

time passes slowly. joyously. every day is a new adventure, as you attempt to get used to the miracle that is your new life — sweet and silky, apricot blossoms and fresh peaches, duvet pillows and a bubbly laughter you didn’t know you still had. he coaxes it out of you, with every secret midnight outing, every bout of mischief he drags you both into. 

satoru has nice hands, uncalloused palms, fingers that grasp yours and don’t let go. he takes you outside, to see the stars, to catch fireflies in the dark of night on top of the hill that oversees the castle. to take a dip in the river just below it, gleaming a silver hue under the blue shade of the moon. you worry about getting in trouble, but he reassures you — the prince can do what he wants.

that might be true, but you are no prince. not even close. satoru may safeguard you, but all you’ll ever be in the eyes of the world is a stray he got to keep.

and one time, only one time, you do face the repercussions of your midnight outings. you, and you alone. a bad influence — seething words, buzzing in your ears. an angry castle maid, and a stinging pain in your cheek. blurry tears. 

but that’s an incident no one in the castle dares to speak of.

(you’ll never forget that look in his eyes.)

satoru is an odd boy. he keeps you close, always, clinging to you like he needs you to breathe. you don’t understand why, but you’ve learned not to question him. the castle guards all know you as the prince’s best friend, and some part of you knows that’s all you’ll ever amount to. but you don’t mind.

because you love him. at five years old, six years old, seven and beyond, you love him. satoru gojo, the kindest boy in the stratosphere. 

a boy who keeps finding you, no matter where you are, who tugs you along as naturally as the rise of the sun. who raids kitchen cabinets with you and always makes you laugh, little giggles and chuckles that have him beaming proudly. a boy who cleans your wounds with a serious expression, and tells you that he’ll protect you forever. 

(you tell yourself the same. that you’ll protect him forever and ever, until you run out of air to breathe. a boy so sweet you’d die for him.)

a pledge is made. you make it before you know what a pledge is. pledging to protect him, to become his sword, because even as a child you understand that his life will be difficult. you see it in the dullness that sometimes comes over his eyes, the apathy of his so-called parents, the hours he spends locked up with nothing but a pile of dusty books to keep him company. 

so you decide to become his knight. his, and his alone. 

it’s challenging. but you push through; training with another aspiring knight, miles better than you, black hair tousled by the breeze as he knocks you off your feet for the thirtieth consecutive time. wincing as the girl who sometimes watches your sparring patches you up, soft hands cleaning your wounds so tenderly that you almost choke up.

and eventually, as the apricot blossoms of the castle orchard wilt and bloom over and over in a flurry of pure white, your dream comes true. 

there’s something playful in satoru’s eyes, when he places his blade on the curve of your shoulder. something sweet and fond, and just a little bit ironic — as if you’re still seven years old, and playing house. 

you want to tell him that it isn’t a joke. that you’re serious, about this, that you’d tear your stomach open to keep him safe. but you know he’d just laugh. so you let the words clog up your throat, honey-sweet devotion sticking to the walls of your esophagus. breathing in through your nose, as he speaks. as the words you’ve waited to hear flow from his plump lips.

when all is said and done, satoru smiles. he calls you his little knight, and you can tell that he’s teasing you. indulging you, as if he’s in on some joke that you aren’t. but you’ll take what you can get.

you call him my prince, expecting him to laugh it off, but his smile begins to fall. and a pang of ache rushes through your soul, instantaneous, guilty, although you don’t understand why.

so you keep calling him satoru. even though it’s more than a little unprofessional, and you become painfully accustomed to receiving a few judgemental looks here and there. a knight and a prince shouldn’t be so very close, they think, and you don’t disagree. but there’s nothing they can do about it, anyhow.

the prince and his knight can do what they want.

not much changes. you’re his knight, but he treats you the same as before. he’s playful, a little goofy, and you indulge him. as always. attached at the hip, bickering and bantering, bouncing off each other effortlessly. and satoru never bothers to hide your history, the soft spot he has for you; it’s in every fleeting glance, soft tilt of his head, teasing call of ah, there’s my favorite knight. 

(you’re no stranger to jealous looks. sometimes a pout on the lips of a pretty girl, a crease between the brows of one of your fellow knights. and sometimes a glare, from his fiancée — a woman he was engaged to before he was old enough to speak.

but you don’t mind. you’ve never cared what anyone but satoru thinks of you.)

satoru never loses his smile, that effortless air of confidence. the charm that makes people want to follow him, a charisma you know well. one you fell victim to at five years of age. he’s still just a prince, far from being a king, but he receives the same respect.

and that keen, sharp glimmer in his eyes never quite goes away; the hardened shell around his heart unbroken. you see it in fleeting glances, during meetings, ones he allows you to attend despite your status. when he speaks to a room of people with more power than you can imagine, his voice unwavering. back straight. elegant, serious, the presence of royalty — enough to receive respect without even trying. 

but he still shoots you a smile, easygoing, when your eyes meet. one only you can see.

as for you, the step into knighthood is a clumsy one. but you take your duties seriously, and adjust properly. a deep devotion runs through your veins, from your beating heart down to the tips of your fingers, where a sword lies clutched. you keep it close, always, ready to serve. to obey. to protect. 

all of it for one person.

all you do is for him. duels in his honour, beasts slain for his peace of mind, and he’s always there to welcome you back. wiping the blood from your cheek, tenderly, smearing his untainted skin with red; all while he looks at you softly, a coo or word of praise waltzing on the tip of his tongue. 

that’s only for when you remain unscathed, though, when the blood on your cheek isn’t your own. when you get hurt, it’s different. something begins to brew inside his eyes, and you can’t tell what it is. but he insists on bandaging you himself, paying no mind to your meek protests.

sometimes, you’re more reckless than usual. your injuries worse. sometimes he looks upset, angry with you, and doesn’t speak. you don’t, either.

a strange look crosses over his eyes, every now and then. when you get down on one knee, to kiss his hand, the metal of the ring on his finger — and if you look up, you’ll see it. simmering inside those blue depths, something just as fond as it is sad. troubled, you think.

(something tells you he’d kneel, too, if only you’d let him.)

the bond between you remains intact. even as you begin to shoulder more responsibilities, more duties, even though you don’t have as much freedom as you used to. even though you seem to get less time to spend with each other every single day. but you stay together, even so; just like when you were children, running around and causing trouble, more than you could get away with now. 

despite everything, satoru has grown up into a fine man. and you couldn't be prouder.

“do you think i look good in black? be honest.”

you throw him a glance. curious, somewhat perplexed, eyeing him up and down.

satoru is wearing a white blouse, puffy sleeves and a low neckline, showing off the skin of his bare chest. no black colours to be seen. you think back to that banquet he attended last month, forced into an expensively tailored black coat. a corset around his waist. and then you hum.

“sure you do.”

”suguru said it makes me look like a try-hard,” he scoffs, crossing his arms. tilting his head in your direction. ”do you think he’s jealous?”

”definitely.”

a moment passes. 

satoru narrow his eyes, and gives you a dubious look. clicking his tongue. ”… something tells me you aren’t taking this seriously.”

”i am,” you assure him, a lazy smile at your lips. meeting his gaze, that displeased little pout. still smoothing a brush down the mane of your horse, the smell of hay soothing your muddled senses. ”just tired. you look good in anything. you know that.”

he hums. silent, the sound of a spring breeze filling in the gaps.

it’s late. outside the stables, the world is engulfed by a dark sky, almost too murky to see anything. hazy stars glimmer in the distance, and a sense of fatigue gnaws at your bones. it’s been a long day, and yet you’re here — doing even more work. just a little more.

and satoru’s right there with you. even though he’s just sitting there, on the floor, not lifting a finger to help. not that he has to. insistent on spending some quality time with you, keeping you company. just talking and munching on the food he snuck in, bread and cheese and an expensive bottle of wine, that he leaves completely untouched. he tries to leave some of everything else for you, though. keyword being tries.

a sense of peace simmers in the air. palpable, almost enough to taste, as midnight air streams in from the opened doors, chilly and pleasant on your skin. ruffling the thin fabric of your clothing.

and it’s nice, you think, just to have satoru there — talking about this and that, complaining about all the annoying people he had to meet yesterday, yawning every now and then. nostalgic. like this, it almost feels like you're still kids. back when you spent every single hour of the day by each other’s side.

it’s been a long time since you got the chance to speak like this. satoru’s been busy, and so have you. more so than usual.

”are they running you ragged?” he suddenly asks, and you don’t realize you’ve spent the last minute staring into space. resuming your brushing, with steady hands, but turning your head to meet his gaze.

”need me to…” he makes a slicing motion with his hand, right over his throat. a glint of mischief in his eyes. ”handle it?”

and you scoff. amused, but answering him seriously; unsure if his question is all-together humorous, if it doesn’t carry a hint of something genuine too. ”of course not.”

there’s a weariness in the way you blink. the way you pet the animal in front of you, having finished getting the dirt and blood clots out of her mane. she lays down in her stall, and you smile. turning around to rest your back against the wooden border between you, a respite for your aching bones.

it gets just a little bit tiring, sometimes. fighting, patrolling, helping townsfolk. protecting the castle, making sure everything is in order. killing whatever needs to be killed. cleaning the stained silver of your sword.

but…

”it’s my duty,” you answer, seriously, and it comes out sounding like a vow. because it is. 

you avoid his gaze, but you can feel it, as you pick up the wine bottle by your feet and pop the cork. soft moonlight flits in from the windows, illuminating the green glass. a chartreuse glow that reminds you of fireflies, shimmering in your grasp, and for some reason it soothes your heart.

satoru only hums, far from approving. popping a piece of cheese into his mouth. 

after a brief pause, he continues. ”you don’t have to be so serious all the time, you know.” his voice comes out a little raspy. it’s got a certain tilt to it, one that means he wants you to take him seriously. ”not around me.”

you take a sip of the wine. expensive, blood red. it’s too sweet for your taste, heavy on your tongue.

”… i’m less serious with you than i am with others.”

satoru sits up a little straighter.

”yeah?” he grins, a kind of satisfaction blooming in his eyes. cerulean and sweet. almost smug, you think, like the cat that got the cream. ”that’s good. you really should loosen up, though.”

a glance. fleeting, just to see him — but he isn’t looking at you. he’s looking outside, through the opened window, at the sway of the apricot trees. white petals flitting in, landing by his feet. in his hair.

when his eyes meet yours, they’re smoothed over by that something you can never put your finger on. a blend between longing and fondness. crinkled at the edges.

”you’ve got a pretty smile,” he exhales. ”be a shame not to show it off.”

when you look at him, really look at him, you see it. that fatigue. it slips out when he talks to you, a sincere way of speaking that never quite allows him to hide his emotions. you hear the hint of a yawn, can practically feel the weight on his shoulders. the weight of an entire nation. a weight he was always bound to carry.

(you could never bring yourself to be even remotely alright with it.)

“have you been doing okay?” you ask, and satoru blinks. there’s a soft look in your eyes, as they trail over the contours of his face, his lashes catching the light of the stars. an innocent, pretty face. but he looks tired. frail. like he hasn’t been sleeping properly.

something rotten bubbles up inside your throat.

”they’re running you ragged, too,” you say, hand settling on your hip. where your sword usually is. unconsciously, on instinct — or maybe just to make him laugh. ”need me to step in?”

satoru chuckles. husky, mellow. dripping with soft amusement.

”settle down, little knight.”

a moment passes. silent. his eyes flutter shut, for a second, and a breath slips from his lips. almost a sigh. in the distance, you hear the quiet coo of an owl. 

”of course,” he eventually answers, opening his eyes. and you think he looks a little resigned. but smiling. self-deprecating, you think, although he’d like you to assume otherwise. ”all of it is just preparation, anyhow.” 

a flimsy smile, as he looks into your knowing eyes. ”it’s what i was born for, wasn’t it?”

you purse your lips.

“… i don’t think so.”

another chuckle. a little delighted, this time. 

“yeah,” he cranes his neck, emitting a low groan. “me neither.” something sweet blossoms in his eyes, sweet like the crunch of the apple he bites into, juice dribbling down his chin. ”but it is what it is.”

a beat. you part your lips, trying to find the right words. ”tell me if there's anything i can do,” you settle on. the same words you always choose. ”anything at all.”

satoru smiles. “right.” his voice carries a teasing tilt. almost a purr. ”there’s nothing you wouldn't do for me, hm?” 

“— there isn’t.” you smile. “nothing at all.”

he blinks. a little dazed, for a second, and you watch as his ears redden. slight, enough for you to notice, but gone before you can bring it up. a contemplation smooths over his features. and a pleasant breeze flits in, ruffling his hair, apricot petals kissing up his skin. he looks at the apple in his hands.

then he sighs. placing his palms on his knees, and rising to his feet. his arms twitch, muscular beneath the flimsy blouse, and you gulp. although you aren’t sure why.

“alright, then.” his eyes flicker in the dim light, sharp and decisive. he crosses over to you with long strides. “there is something you can do.”

when he’s close enough, satoru reaches out his hand; opening his palm. a silent beckoning. you look at him, not saying a word. his expression is unreadable. 

then you intertwine your fingers with his. unquestioningly, even in the midst of your confusion.

(it reminds you of that day. when he pulled you up to your feet, held your hand in his and refused to let go. leading you to the promise of something better.)

no matter where he goes, you follow.

and satoru grins. it’s sweet, just like back then, a smile so vibrant you wish you could tuck it into your sleeve and keep it there forever. he curls his fingers around yours, gentle, fondness bubbling up inside his eyes. for a second, you think you see the sun.

“come with me.”

at first, you truly aren’t sure where he’s going to take you. hand in hand, you begin to walk, feeling the midnight breeze nip at your skin. beyond the castle walls, away from the hustle and bustle from the nearby town. satoru holds your hand and smiles, tousled tufts of white hair swaying with the wind, leading you to a place you know well. a place where the air tastes like freedom.

it’s the river you used to play by as children.

gleaming a solemn silver under the evanescent moon, framed by bushes of lilacs, blooming indigo and violet and pure white. the scent of nectar hangs heavy in the air, and you breathe it in. on top of the hill just above you, you think you can spot tiny little glowing dots; green and yellow, buzzing around. dancing merrily, now that there aren’t any troublemaker children left to trap them.

satoru lets go of your hand, to roll up his sleeves. the hems of his pants. then he’s taking a step forward, dangerously close to the edge of the river, and you can tell what he’s thinking.

“ah — wait —“ you stumble forward, to grab hold of his arm. a worried crease forms between your brows. “that's dangerous, satoru. you could slip and fall.”

he turns to face you, a teasing mirth in his eyes. smirking lightly. “oh? is that so?” he hums, a slight tilt of his head. then he’s stepping closer, so close you feel his warm breath on your skin, but you will yourself not to step back. “wanna know what i think?”

he leans forward, just a little further, warm air brushing against the shell of your ear. flushing beneath it. his voice comes out low, a sleepy lilt, dangerously raspy. hand ghosting over your waist.

”i think you’re too scared to get in.”

you blink.

”… really?” you deadpan, stepping back a tad. satoru looks pleased with himself. awfully amused.

“really,” he purrs. “you were always like that. could barely dip your toes in without shivering.” he reaches out to pinch your cheek, a coo on the tip of his tongue. ”scaredy-cat.”

you raise your brow. unimpressed.

satoru steps back. inching closer to the river, until a quiet splash tells you that he’s standing in the water. lapping up his bare legs, not enough to even reach his knees — it felt a lot scarier when you were smaller. he’s still holding your hand, very loosely, fingertips ghosting your own. 

“c’mon,” he coaxes. soft, encouraging, a playful glimmer in his eyes. teeth catching the light of the moon. “or is it too much for my brave knight to handle?”

satoru laughs, when you furrow your brows, attempting to hide the flush of your cheeks. a warmth spreads through your chest at the term of endearment, and you bite your lip. melting a little. 

his knight.

“.. fine,” you tangle your fingers in his own. sighing deeply, taking a tentative step forward. “just be careful, okay? i don't want to deal with your whining if you hit your head.”

“ah, but you’d kiss it better, no? if i asked?” he flashes you a honeyed grin, eyes rich with amusement. you hope the darkness of the night is enough to hide the red of your ears.

a grumble buzzes in your throat, locked behind your pursed lips.

the man in front of you softens. he says your name; slowly, thoughtfully, as if savouring every syllable. dragging them out, speaking with a lilt that tells you he’s being sincere. “loosen up. it’s just you and me.”

so you do.

and it’s odd. how easy it is to get lost in him, the watercolour of his eyes, the brightness of his grin. how pliantly you let him whisk you away. before you know it, you’re playing in the water — because satoru splashed you, laughing at the shock on your face and the shiver of your spine, and you had no choice but to retaliate. 

the sound of his laughter fills the air, sweet and bubbly. deep and giddy. strands of hair stick to his wet skin, droplets running down his neck, but his grin never falters. bright and toothy, boyish. he looks younger than you ever remember him being. like there’s no weight on his shoulders, none at all, only soaked fabric weighing him down. 

you think it’s ridiculous, two grown adult splashing each other like children. but his melodic giggles are contagious, and before you know it, you’re laughing too — and satoru looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. through dewy eyelashes, with cerulean eyes that melt into the pale blue of the moon and the silver of the river. filled with wonder.

a particularly ruthless splash knocks him off balance, and he has the instinct to reach for your arm; stumbling, slipping, dragging you down with him. you land on his chest, cheek against his neck, his pulse against your skin. erratic, joyous. fluttering happily.

his chest is heaving. lifting you up and down, a little, rhythmic and comforting. 

a sudden yelp slips past your lips, as you get snapped back into reality, into the realization that you basically just pushed your own prince into a river and used his unfairly soft chest as a cushion. a mumbled string of apologies escapes you, as you attempt to get up, scrambling to find footing.

but satoru wraps his arms around you. tucking you under his chin, keeping you flush against his chest. nice and still. 

and then he sighs. a blissful little breath, fatigue seeping out of him. into the air. 

“stay like this, for a bit,” he rasps. ”it’s okay.”

his heartbeat resounds in your ear. warm and rapid, like claps of thunder, coaxing you into closing your eyes. satoru has always felt so very safe. the water of the river is cold, seeping through the fabric of your clothing and sticking to your skin, but…

(he’s warm.)

silence. and then, a whisper; frail, slipping past his lips, gently slicing the silence in half. softer than you've ever heard him speak.

“i missed this.”

…

nuzzling into his neck, you breathe him in. he smells like sandalwood and dried roses, buzzing with warmth, heavy arms around your waist. solid. when did he get so big? you used to be taller. 

but that was a long time ago, now.

“… me too.”

“missed you,” he continues, his jaw on the top of your head. it’s a sincere confession; childlike in its innocence. “missed hearing you laugh like that. feels like it’s been so long.” 

you stay silent. unsure of what to say. satoru continues, and you let his husky voice carry you away, the tremor of his chest running through your entire body. soothing like a lullaby. 

”we haven't had much time together, lately. i’ve been worried,” he admits, and something about it strikes you as rather sheepish. a little ashamed. ”it bothers me that i can't be there to watch over you. make sure you're treated with respect, you know.”

a sleepy chuckle. muffled into his shoulder, almost a scoff — slightly exasperated. little droplets cling to his skin, sticking to your lips.

”relax, father,” you tease. ”i promise the other knights aren’t bullying me.” 

satoru pouts. you can hear it, when he speaks. ”i’m serious,” he exhales, squeezing you a little. ”and it’s not them i’m worried about. suguru’s there.”

another scoff threatens to escape your throat. you want to tell him the only knight that should be suspected of bullying you is suguru himself, but before you can even think to part your lips satoru beats you to it.

”they all treat you so carelessly.” there’s something cold to his voice, an irritation tugging at his teeth. oddly seething. ”like you exist to serve them. like you’re disposable.” 

a moment passes, heavy with a silence so thick you don’t dare break it. when he speaks again, it’s an order. a demand. 

”i want you to tell me if they go too far.”

silence. again. you can do nothing but gnaw at the flesh of your bottom lip. 

(he isn’t wrong. but that’s simply what it means to be a knight — half-human, half-weapon. an unattainable ideal. 

when a weapon breaks under the force of a slash, the only choice is to throw it away. that much you know.)

”it’s fine. i’m not that fragile,” you weakly protest, but it’s not enough. satoru huffs.

”you’re a human being,” he reminds you. strangely stern, for once. chastising. ”you deserve to be treated with respect. knight or not. fragile or not.”

a deep inhale. he breathes in, and the rise of his chest carries you with it. his voice buzzes with something, a slumbering kind of fury. one you haven’t heard in years. 

“if anyone gives you trouble — if anyone hurts you… if anyone makes you feel unsafe,” he almost spits the words, like they’re venomous, sacrilegious. a “tell me. i’ll destroy them.”

a chuckle.

that’s all you can manage; that one meek little breath. resisting the urge to cower, at the love that clings to every word he speaks. angered affection. a promise, dangerously genuine, like a growing wildfire.

”i can take care of myself,” you remind him. hoping it’ll soothe him. ”you know that.”

but his grip around you only tightens. gentle, even still. as if you’re made of glass, a firefly cupped in his palms. he lets the silence linger, for a moment.

and then; 

“i’d do it, you know.”

a questioning hum. “do what?” you ask, though some part of you already knows. 

satoru’s reply is instantaneous. an arrow hitting its target, cold and concise, decisive. frighteningly honest. almost a growl, flattened, a hint of teeth behind his soft lips. ”destroy them. anyone.”

”i’d tear this nation apart if you asked me to.”

…

(ah. that look in his eyes — one you remember well. strung together with blurred memories, the sting of a palm on your cheek, a castle maid you never saw again.)

you search for the words. biting back a gulp, hesitant. “… i wouldn’t.”

“i know.” satoru yawns, breathing you in, voice shifting back into the softness you’re so used to. your shoulders relax. “but i would. if that’s what you wanted.”

and it’s a little scary, the depths of his devotion. but you’re almost certain you’d do the same for him. maybe you're both a little sick in the head, a little too eager to serve your hearts on a silver platter.

“it bothers me, you know.” satoru breaks you out of your thoughts. gentle, a soft lull of his tongue. ”when you get hurt. when you fight for me.”

“i know,” you murmur. you’ve seen it in his eyes, a worry he’s not as good at hiding as he thinks. ”i want to, though.”

“and i want you to be safe.” a chuckle bubbles up in his throat, just a little bit rueful. “you never listen, do you? so stubborn, i swear. always worrying me.”

you bite down on your lip. he sounds… a little sad.

“… sorry.”

after a moment’s pause, he shakes his head. cradling you close. “it’s fine. i’m here. always,” his palm runs down the small of your back. ”in case anything happens.”

he inhales. ”and when i become king —” a beat. he swallows thickly. ”you’ll never have to worry again. no one will be able to touch you.”

”satoru,” you crack a small smile. amused. raising a single eyebrow. ”i’m not worried. i can protect myself.”

”i know. but i’m saying you don’t have to.”

and then he’s pulling back. just a little bit, just enough to see you. cheek smushed against his chest, comfortable and soft, more unguarded than he’s seen you these past few months. it’s enough to get his heart racing.

enough to have him reaching out, fingertips ghosting over your hand, tangling your fingers together. bringing it to his plump lips. a chaste kiss, brimming with devotion.

”— i’ll protect you forever,” he vows. ”remember?”

there’s devotion in his eyes. heavy, a vow he’ll never quite be able to voice in full. something that makes the blue of his eyes glow even brighter, cerulean, aquamarine, a blue so jarring it makes your heart beat faster than it should.

you blink. starstruck, caught in a daze, lost within that sea of blue. distracted by his warm breath on your cold skin, a soft whisper voiced against your knuckle. something shy blossoms in your chest, enough to have you averting your gaze. 

“.. you really don’t care about the dynamic here, do you?” is all you can reply. a meek scoff, a weak attempt at hiding how flustered you are. “i’m the knight. i’m your protector.”

“oh, i know.” a smile sticks to his lips, playful, the back of his hand caressing your cheek. a coo on his tongue. “my little hero. what would i ever do without you?”

a roll of your eyes. satoru chuckles. in the distance, you hear crickets chirping, a breeze rustling the lilac bushes all around you. he’s still cradling your cheek, smoothing over your wet skin, brushing a drop of water away with his thumb. clinging to your bottom eyelash.

“i don't get it, though.”

you blink. when you meet his eyes, satoru looks a little perplexed. muttering under his breath, absently rubbing circles over your cheekbone. you resist the urge to close your eyes again, and bite back a blissful sigh.

”a prince shouldn’t care for his knight…” he repeats, like he’s heard the string of words a million times before. ”the idea of that. i don’t understand it. never have.”

the smile that blossoms on his lips is soft, indescribably so, as if he’s looking at the most precious thing in his life. rich and warm, like wine in your veins, nectar on your tongue, a chest pressed against your own. dripping with fondness.

satoru tilts his head, as if in confusion — but he’s smiling. “what’s so strange about wanting to protect the one dearest to my heart?” 

…

his hand slips from your skin, a warmth leaving your cheek. only to search for your hand, again, cradling it in his larger palm. placing it right over his chest, against the soaked material of his blouse. ”feel that?”

you do. a rhythmic rise and fall, a soft flutter from the depths of his ribcage. as if it’s itching to break out, out of the cage that binds it, the hardened shell around it. a heart too big for his body.

”it’s you,” satoru whispers. ”all for you.”

a moment passes.

silently, you lean forward; tucking yourself into his neck. into that comforting warmth, wet skin beginning to dry, a steady thrum of his heart right by your ear. you listen. not saying a word, afraid of what might leave the confines of your strangled throat. it feels as if your heart has begun to crawl upwards, sweet honey blocking your airways, and all you can do it feel it pulse. 

all while satoru gazes at you, fondly. placing a big palm on the back of your head.

fireflies dance in the distance. strings of lilacs bloom under the glow of the moon. and satoru’s heartbeat never changes, never falls out of tune, a sound you would recognize even if the world were to end. the sound that saved you, the boy who dragged you out of hell. into his light. 

satoru gojo is everything. he’s the beat of your heart, the silver of your sword, the reason you believe in goodness. he’s your prince, your favorite person, and you’ll protect him until your very last breath. until the world runs out of oxygen.

a boy so sweet you’d die for him.

(a boy so sweet he wouldn’t want you to.)

a shiver runs down his spine — sudden, a shudder of his bones, and a quiet little sniffle. you feel it, hear it, and don’t attempt to bite back the fond smile that slips into the curve of your lips.

”c’mon,” you beckon, almost a coo, placing your palms on his chest to hoist yourself up. ”let’s go back.”

but satory shakes his head. and then he traps you again, strong arms around your waist, pressing you against him. you could escape — you’re almost certain you’re stronger — but you don’t quite have the heart to. ”it’s fine,” he huffs. almost a whine. ”stay.”

”you’ll get sick.”

”i never get sick.”

a deep exhale. tumbling from your lips, just a little bit humorous. mostly exasperated. ”that can change,” you mumble, fingertips tapping against his exposed skin.

a smile. one you can’t see, but you hear it clear as day. he sounds content, like he’s got everything he needs right in front of him. ”some things never change,” he hums. pleased. ”just look at us.”

and he’s right. so you don’t say anything else. 

but your heartbeat quickens, only for a beat or two, and you’re almost certain he feels it. if he does, he opts not to tease you for once, and you’re grateful. and so the silence lingers. as if time has begun to freeze, into an eternal dusk, a string of silent seconds. broken only by low melodic chirping from the faraway fields, soft breaths in your ear. 

until satoru suddenly chuckles.

“hey,” he hums, shifting a little, the river swaying around you. pulling back to meet your gaze, eyes crinkled and voice raspy. “wanna know a secret?”

you raise your head. a dubious look on your face, one that has him breathing out an amused puff of air, like you’re getting ready to hear a bad joke. “... what is it?”

before the words have fully left your throat, he’s resting his forehead against your own — breath fanning over your lips. a pleasant shiver trails down your spine, at the close proximity, goosebumps spreading across your chilled skin. only exacerbated by the whisper that follows, so quiet you almost don’t know if you heard him correctly. childlike in its sincerity. a sunlaced smile woven in between the vowels.

“i think i was born to meet you.”

(a sentiment so sweet you barely even feel the warmth of his lips meeting yours.)

[yikesharringrove]

Okay. Dear billy.

Main argument: hoppers storyline is becoming my favorite. Putting himself through all this shit to go back is excellent, and the grittiness and gore of it all has me tickled. I love Steve being a lil dumb dumb as much as the next guy, but does him being Stupid need to be the punchline of every scene he’s in? Last season they gave him figuring out the horse music and the Russians in the mall but he’s gotten dumber every season and I don’t have much hope. Max’s storyline is where the most tension is. I really haven’t seen spoilers so idk if she’ll survive. They love getting us attached and then killing people with no warning so idk. I know hopper is gonna make it home but they really could fuck over max here so it’s sketchy.

THAT SCENE WITH HER RUNNING THROGUH VECNAS MIND WHILE RUNNING UP THAT HILL PLAYS AND THEN IT GOES INTO THE INSTRUMENTAL

Max’s letter to billy is fucking sad especially because we could’ve fucking HAD IT if there were better writers working on this shit.

Thots:

Bubbles is being super annoying in his cage behind my head rn he’s digging his stupid little holes I love him.

Steve’s reaction to Max admitting she’s been having headaches like that’s his bf’s little sister he’s shitting himself.

Steve Harrington will literally grab anything and use it as a weapon. Don’t you carry your bat in the trunk of your car everywhere like you do in fics? You know, because of the trauma-fueled anxiety you have? No?

Nobody ever listens to steve and the way he pissed himself and curled up when he saw Lucas is why

“I COULDVE TAKEN YOU OUT WITH THIS LAMP” darling. everyone knows that is very much Not True. #incompetent

Erica painting her miniatures PLEASE I miss mr clark

“Another week of this and he’s buying me a GOTDAMN Nintendo. With duck hunt.” Erica I love you p l e a s e

Ah, yes. The season-annual stupidification of Steve Harrington. At least last season he figured out that the Russians were in the mall. This season they really said No Thoughts Head Empty.

“If a gate didn’t exist in the fifties, how did he get through?” THATS WHAT IM SAYING. He just lives in the upside down. He pays rent but he wasn’t born there. He’s a gentrifier.

Steve just gave Dustin the bitchiest little look ever and then crossed his legs like they’re made of rope. FRUIT.

Bro where are they??? Is this mikes basement???

“Where’s mine” Steve you are NOT coming with omg he thought he was gonna be able to pose as a psych student he literally can’t pose as someone who is good at reading

Baby boy no

“OMG YOU HAVE A TOM CRUISE POSTER. omg you have a Tom cruise poster.”

“Maybe I could turn on my pap pap pap my charm” STEVEN

Robin going through Nancys shit and Steve doing nothing to stop her the way she rummages through his entire house every time she comes over

“Not the kind of charm we need” Nancy he’s literally gonna seduce the guy. They’ll fuck while you and Robin sneak in. Win-win.

THISE UGLY FUCKING CLOTHES ARE FROM NANCYS CLOSET???? Bro I literally SAID Nancy’s wardrobe is the devil. Did I NOT??

Not hop out here with his BROKEN ANKLE

“Of course not. She saves your life because of friendship.” This fucking GUY

I really forget about mike will and Jonathan when they’re not actively on screen. I think my brain is trying to block out the haircut travesty that is that group.

Argyle is literally The Most he’s amazing

Max: I know that you guys are staring at me

Lucas: what? Sorry?

Steve: Jus hangin out

Dustin: you said you needed something?

These three literally can’t be normal ever

Max: you can look at me now

Dustin: thank you

Lucas: sorry

Steve: sorry

No they CANT ever be normal. What freaks I love them.

MAX WHAT THE FUCK GIRL NOT THESE LETTERS that’s so fucking sad

THEY WERE IN MIKES BASEMENT why Nancy wasn’t even fucking there for most of that ?????

“I swear to god Steve, I will prosecute” VIOLENCE when will this man know peace

Robin freaking out in that outfit like she wasn’t in the ugliest band uniform in the world. Complaining about itchy tight clothes and an uncomfy bra and saying she can’t breathe. Neurodivergent.

Robin monologuing rn she’s incredible

Natalia must have pissed off someone in the hair and makeup department bc this season and last season she spent with hair that looks dry and crispy while also being limp, sweaty, and flat, and makeup that looks like it’s in the process of being cried and also sweat off. It’s rough. She’s so pretty but ouch

“If things go south I should mention I’m a black belt in karate now.”

Stranger things’s hot take is that Russians are just Weird.

JOYCE WINKING BACK AT YURI WHILE ALSO LOOKING LIKE SHE HAS NO IDEA WHAT SHES DOING

Hoppers storyline is so so good

This moment between Susan and max is gonna make me lose my marbles. She’s trying to warn her mom and she’s so scared I’m Freaking Out.

Christ. Should’ve known it was too good to be true.

Robin and Nancy gaslighting the shit out of this creepy fucking guy right now.

NOT THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS DUNGEON. This isn’t Anthony Hopkins :/

ROBIN BUCKLEY HELL YEAH TOTALLY CONFIRMED LAST NAME

OH SHIT YES BODY HORROR YES EYELESS MAN

Alright. Well now I see how they’re going to end up in Utah. Doesn’t mean I don’t fucking hate it.

WILL HAS A LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS POSTER IN HIS ROOM I’m going feral I’m froenchfrounch frothing at the mouth.

I’ve never given a shit enough to ship byler but will CLEARLY has a crush on mike and I’m. Feeling very gay about it.

Oh I CANNOT with this shaky cam right now ffs.

Seasons 3/4 Byers’s house getting fucked up classic

Hopper has a broken ankle and also isn’t wearing SHOES.

Never been so happy to watch a man cry while eating peanut butter off his fingers

The Elvira poster is making me also gay.

Christ alive these people can NEVER get a fucking break.

We’re getting so much Steve’s Beamer content this season lmao

Max just fucking TALK TO LUCAS I’m begging I’m begging

I’m getting a lot of Doom Patrol season 1 from victor’s story I’m pretty hear for it. It’s also giving early Supernatural vibes. Like the Bloody Mary episode where she kills people with fatal secrets.

HE CUT HIS OWN EYES OUT WHAT WHAT WHAT

Love this fucking guy

William Hargrove. Gone but not forgotten ✊😔

Also the way I’m gonna ignore Billy’s canon birthday literally forever.

I do NOT fucking believe neil “couldn’t stand being here without you” no he was fucking missing his gotdamn punching bag you can say it

THIS is the redemption arc the thought billy deserved???? Bitch he deserved so much fucking MORE.

Steve is a nail biter #canon

Also I already saw Dacre’s post so I know he comes back as a flashback but I heard that fucking laugh and I LOST IT

STEVE SAYING “time to giddy up, yeah?” IM CRYING HES SUCH A LOSER OMG THE SHOW PONY OF IT ALL

Vecna Billy stomping out of the mist to fuck with Max meanwhile I’m YELLING

I’m sorry but Dacre is the best actor that’s been on this fucking show and they really just killed him the fuck off

ROBIN MADE THE MUSIC CONNECTION GOOD THING MAX HAS HER WALKMAN AND HER KATE BUSH TAPEim so fucking stressed I’m so fucking stressed

Lol how long do you think dacre was in makeup for just to have thirty seconds on screen.

PICK A SONG FASTER YOU IDIOTS

THE KATE BUSH BEING HER FAVORITE WAS A JOKE I MADE TO THE TV STOP STOP

(No shade I love Kate bush it’s just funny I don’t see max being into her)

Running up that hill really can save lives

Shit. The power of friendship really pulled through for max here

[k3lynn]

mine — katsuki bakugou

yandere! katsuki bakugou x reader

cw: yandere au, 3rd year bakugou, violence, reader got female genitalia, anger, off-“screen” murder, mention of (minor) character death, blood, lucidness, possessiveness, degradation, manipulation, stalking, threats, masturbation, implication of sex, swearing, assault, narcissism, horror, slightly delusional katsuki, panic attack, non con, mention of suicide

- I do not condone any of the behavior here, nor do I try to romanticize it. (definition: make it seem like a good thing) any future/current dark fics are purely for entertainment purposes. Also, I don’t think bakugou would EVER do this- I’m just using some dark traits he used to have and twisting them to fit this situation. Not completely proof read and edited, I am exhausted right now I’m sorry. I say some mean things about some characters but I don’t mean it 💗

words: 1.8k

𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 // 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

WHY WON’T YOU LOOK AT ME.

Poor little Y/N. You’ve caught the Big Bad Wolf’s attention. Ready to snatch you up and drag you into the deepest parts of the forest where no one will ever find you.

You’ll be all mine, and I’ll be the only thing you’ll ever have to see again.

You’ve been in the same class for 3 years now- and all he had to show for it is an occasional wave, and a shy little “Hi Bakugou” every morning that made his heart leap out of his chest.

Enough for most, but not for him.

In turn, he would tsk. Facing away and setting his head down on the desk- attempting to hide the roaring blush adorning his cheeks and the subtle shuffling in his pants- the way your voice alone could make his balls tighten in need.

Still- you give him merely a glance. He is always around you, but your attention is given to someone else.

Any extra would overlook his grumbling for typical-Katsuki doing his own thing. In reality, he’s holding himself back from snapping and taking you by force.

He wants you to come to him.

You have no reason not to. He’s perfect. Probably the best student to ever enter U.A. High, and on path to become the best pro hero to ever graduate from it.

Coming first in both the Entrance Exams AND the sports festival- a victory he still denies, holding some of the highest grades in class- 3rd only to some geek girl he could easily out-rank in combat and that shitty half n’ half. Even perceptiveness, intellect, and determination that can rival dumb Deku.

He even possesses great skills in cooking and music- Katsuki is a natural-born genius. Anybody who isn’t conscious towards his incredible talents might as well be living under a rock-

Unbeknownst to you, he’s giving you the generous chance to decide when you’ll be his. But his patience wears thinner every day.

It would have only taken a second to turn around in your seat and notice his piercing red eyes glaring at the back of your head.

So why don’t you notice me.

-

He doesn’t understand why it’s you he obsesses about. He can’t even remember when this whole mess started.

He tried denying his feelings. But quickly- they built up and festered inside him, begging to come out. Love, possessiveness, same thing.

Whether it be watching your twist and turn in the obstacle course- then running to the nearest bathroom to furiously grip his cock.

Snatching your chapstick when you’re not looking and rubbing it all around his own lips- imagining that’s what your lips would taste like if you just kissed him-

Restraining you during combat training by wrapping his arms around you- squeezing your breast a little more than necessary. Pinning you to the floor until you admit defeat.

Or even sneaking into your dorm while you’re in the shower to grab a new pair of panties from your dirty laundry, adding it to the stash he keeps hidden under his bed.

Stalking you. Keeping you close at all times without you even knowing it.

Indeed, he knows he’s a sick and twisted human being.

But by now he hardly cares- he’s worked too hard to ever even imagine of changing his perfect target. Nobody is more deserving of you than him.

So if he has to confront, threaten, and beat every single person in this stupid school to monopolize you for himself- he gladly will. Anyone who goes againts that is challenging him.

He scoffs anytime a boy approaches you- it’s well known around school that anyone who attempts to buddy up with you mysteriously ends up in a hospital room with no recollection of what happened. People even started seeing you as a sign of bad luck.

He’s nice enough to allow you some friends though. But only ones who will guarantee you’ll be around him as much as possible.

So you sit with him, Kirishima, racoon eyes, dunce face, and tape boy in lunch. No one else. Right in front of him.

You’re chatting away with Mina, but unusually, something special came up in conversation.

He always stays focused on his lunch- switching between listening in and day dreaming about bending you over the lunch table and grinding on your ass-

Katsuki’s stomach dropped. His eyes widened- what did Mina just say?

There’s a boy in the management department, a quirkless 2nd year nobody smart enough to somehow get into U.A.

And he asked you out on a date after school.

Shit.

No.

No no no no-

No- this isn’t how it’s supposed to-

My throat burns.

When did he- when did you-

You’re going to say no, right?

I cant breathe.

You don’t like anyone- I know this

I know everything about you- I-

My chest hurts-

You’re mine.

And if he thinks I’ll share then I’ll-

“Mina stop being so loud please...” your delicate little voice whispered.

The rest of the table already took notice of what was going on- bombarding you with questions that made you flustered.

“Woah woah- Y/n, what’s your answer?” dunce face peeps out, Bakugou swore he could smack that grin off his face right then and there.

Katsuki turns to look at you again- a chill traveling down his spine once he made eye contact, but your stare quickly fell to the floor.

“I’m not sure yet- probably not.. ha.” You shrugged- a light pink dusting over your cheeks. The others, satisfied, dismiss the topic.

Had it have been anybody else observing, they wouldn’t have thought much of it. But Katsuki knows you like the back of his hand. Successfully deceiving him would be harder than taking down All For One.

You’re lying... aren’t you? In front of him too- All because of this quirkless fucking loser-

Katsuki hates lies.

.

.

.

I’m going to kill him.

-

The walk back to your dorm was disappointing to say the least. But you can’t expect someone to be in the best of moods when they’ve been stood up.

You almost couldn’t believe it either- he had seemed so kind and genuine that you stood there for an extra 2 hours. But that’s your luck with boys-

‘I hope you got a good laugh out of it, jerk.’ You huffed before inserting the key into your rooms lock.

Turning on the lights, you allow your eyes to adjust for a moment before stepping inside and walking to your desk.

“You were waiting for that jackass for so long I almost started thinking you would never come back...”

You let out a startled cry before dropping your keys and whirling around in a flash- recognizing Katsuki’s back as he slowly closes the door.

“Bakugou? Why are you-“

“was he really that special.”

“What do you mean was....“ It’s then you noticed the blood dripping down his arms and hands- your door decorated with the same shade of crimson.

“oh my god.. Bakugou,”

That’s why the poor boy never showed up.

You knew about Katsuki’s “little” crush on you for a while now. His stares weren’t exactly the most subtle after all-

You found his uncertainty adorable, heck, a part of you was waiting for him to confess. But you would have never imagined his infatuation went this far.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. He’ll never love you as much as I do.”

He lifts his head, and your eyes meet his. Bloodshot- as if he’d been crying, but the evident smirk on his face showed nothing but pure malice.

“Not that he’ll ever get the chance to anyways”

He’s too fast, too close to the door, he has all the advantage in this situation. But you have to try. You have to leave this room at this very moment or you may never make it out alive. There’s no reasoning with him.

You clutch your heart. He steps forward, and you instinctively bolt to the door.

A few easy moves and he has you pinned by the neck on the ground, legs bent and used to hold your arms from jerking too much. His free hand is outstretched, creating small explosions that made you automatically stiffen your movement.

“Bakugou please- I won’t ever tell anyone, we can forget about this and I’ll pretend it neve-“

“I don’t need you to be quiet. I’m the boy who rejected a direct offer from the League of Villains, one of the best students in U.A. high- even if you do rat me out, they’ll never believe you...”

His grip on your neck tightened- nails cutting through skin and little droplets of blood start showing up. His hand starts heating up and a panic courses through your veins.

“I’ll kill you before they even begin to suspect me.”

Choked sobs escape your lips from the pain and fear surging through your body- “I- I thought you said you lo-loved me.”

“I do... that’s why you’ll be mine forever.”

He leaned down, low enough for you to feel his warm breath- then used his tongue to sadistically lick off the tears running down your cheek, a salty but satisfying flavor entering his mouth.

“In this life, and the next. It’s up to you when we see the later.”

You nod, hoping he relaxes the pressure on your neck. His face softens, something you swore you would never see in Bakugou. He releases his hold.

“You made me mess up your neck, next time don’t be so mean.”

He tilted your chin up, observing the scratches and bruises littered all around it. As soon as he determines there’s no serious injury, he picks you up to lay you on your bed. Climbing in next to you and wrapping an arm around your hips.

“Couples cuddle like this all the time don’t they.”

You gave him silence, although he didn’t mind. With one glare he had you shuffling to move closer to his chest.

“they also kiss.”

You know that right now, there’s no point in fighting. So you give in to what he wants in hopes that one day, you’ll break free from the hold he secretly had on you for so long. You’ll play along. You’ll survive.

You shudder as his hands reach to cradle your cheek, wiping the blood of the boy all over it. He loved it. It proved he won. He gave a light kiss to your lips before attacking your neck, set on putting a new type of bruise on you.

“You should start calling me Katsuki.”

“Ka- Katsuki.” You barely managed to whimper out.

He caresses your hair, cooing soft whispers into your ear in an attempt to calm your sniffling. An action you would have seen as sweet if it weren’t for the constant threat of death over your shoulder.

Your breath hitches in horror as you feel his warm hands trail down your body, gripping your smooth inner thigh before delicately starting to drag his fingers up.

“You know...

You silently beg for him to stop.

“There’s one more thing couples do.”

-if anyone is interested- should I make a part 2? (Future edit, I’m not satisfied with this, I might end up rewriting in the future)

© 2021 k3lynn, do not modify or repost without permission

[hircinesanters]

Joining the Pack

Haha lmaaao imagine I wrote a thing of the aftermath of Lyari’s first werewolf transformation tehe ok here y’all go

The voice came from very far away, swirling into Lyari’s unconsciousness like an echo from an empty well. It swirled and swirled until he could grab hold of it, take it in his grip and pull himself up into wakefulness.

Aela stood above him, her delicate features hardened in concern. Lyari had always considered her face more delicate than she made it seem, under her furrowed brow and cold expression,?she had an…interesting beauty about her, like a wildflower.

“Hey, are you awake?” She shoved him.

Pain ripped through Lyari’s body, an intense soreness in every muscle and joint. He could hardly move from it, and simply lay there watching her.

“Sore huh?” Aela assumed. “I was starting to think you might never come back.”

The half-elf groaned, heart beginning to pound hard in his throat once again.

“Come back?” He felt sick as he spoke, like a bad hangover or he had eaten something strange.

“Your’s was not an easy transformation, but you’re still alive, so congratulations!” Her tone sounded anything but congratulatory.

Lyari sat up quickly, jolting his already lopsided insides. Aela immediately reached out and steadied him by the shoulders as he wobbled. It was then that he noticed he was no longer wearing his armor, or his under-garments for that matter. The only thing separating his exposed areas from Aela was a fur blanket that had been draped over him.

“L-let go I’m…I’m gonna-”

Luckily Aela’s reflexes were fast enough, and she was able to dodge the first heave for Lyari as he vomited up what little contents of his stomach he had left. Something…bad had happened, something really really bad. Worse than waking-up-in-someone-else’s-be-and-not knowing-how bad. He was almost dreading to ask the question, because part of already knew. It had felt like a nightmare, maybe it was one. He remembered searing pain, like his flesh ripping apart and all his bones shattering at once. Screaming and screaming and screaming…then horrible hunger, he had never been hungrier in his life. Sinking his teeth into tender flesh and-

He heaved again, though nothing came of it. With a grunt and a few coughs he sat up again, wiping sweat of his forehead. God it was all like a fever dream.

“My clothes…my armor, wh-where am I? What happened?” He found himself asking the question before processing what he was even saying.

Aela nodded silently, seating herself on the ground next to him. It was her way to show she cared he supposed…

“You were born into the pack, brother.” She explained. “The first time is always the most…intense. Gave us even more trouble than Farkas did at his first turning.” She chuckled a bit at the mention of Farkas.

“Farkas!” Lyari exclaimed. He suddenly stood, grabbing the blanket at the last minute to shield himself as he wobbled on unsteady legs. “Where’s Farkas? I-I need him I need to see him h-he-where is he?” His voice was trembling, backing away like a dog with it’s tail between its legs. He was like a boy calling for his mother.

“Woah woah! Calm down brother. He’s fine, he’s back at Jorrvaskyr.” She held up her empty palms to show she meant no harm as she approached him.

Lyari looked around fearfully, his headache ringing in his ears.

“We’re in the forest by the riverside, near Windhelm. You ran off after killing a guard and I went after you.”

“I killed a guard?!” Lyari began to tremble. Breath catching in his throat and stalling out in wheezes as tears began overflowing down his stained cheeks.

He began pacing, muttering to himself under his breath. Things Aela could catch as “oh no no no” and “this cant be happening.” She marched forward and took him by the shoulder, shaking him a bit.

“Get yourself together Lyari!” She commanded.

The half-elf shrank into himself under her gaze.

“So what if you killed that guard! His purpose served you more, he was your first prize! Your first hunt! He trembled in your glory, and so you devoured him! Such is the power of the wolf, of the beast in us! You have been given a gift! Now is not the time to be ungrateful!”

Lyari looked back at her with eyes full of confusion, like the lost pup he was. Shaking in his own skin and gripping that blanket around his waist. His breathing began to slow however, and the tears stopped falling as he collected a bit of himself. But that look didn’t go away, that strange look of unaltered and raw fear.

Aela sighed and pat him on the shoulder before letting go. She went over to a nearby tree and pulled his backpack as well as his armor, wrapped up neatly with leather string from behind it.

“Here.” She said, attempting to sound gentle. “Get dressed.”

Lyari nodded, mute in his stare of scared obedience. Aela now realized how young he truly was. She turned around, listening as he dropped the blanket and dug into his bag.

“I need to get back.” Lyari then said, his voice still shaking. “I-I need to talk to Farkas about this.”

Aela scoffed.

“Why is that icebrain so important to you? You were screaming for him when you changed, the most he could’ve done was get in your way.”

Lyari didn’t answer, which sparked more of her curiosity.

“I know about what you and Vilkas got up to, not that I cared, but the whelps seemed to not be able to shut up about it.”

“Ria especially.” Lyari answered. “She didn’t leave me alone for 2 weeks about it.”

“Hm.” Aela raised her eyebrows at that, turning around now that she heard the sound of buckles and straps jingling.

Lyari was strapping on his his pauldrons when she turned.

“But really?” Aela asked. “Farkas isn’t quite someone I’d expect someone like you to befriend.”

Lyari shot her a look, his eyes almost ablaze. His nose and mouth wrinkled in a snarl as she spoke.

“Oh.” She understood.

Lyari suddenly looked away, his cheeks darkening.

“It’s not like that.” He defended. “He’s not dumb like you think it’s-”

Aela smiled knowingly and hummed in response, shaking her head.

“It hardly matters anyway.” She said, smile fading. “Once you’re finished, come with me. There’s much we must do.”

Lyari finished tightening his armor, daring not to argue.

[atherix0]

A glorious morning for me, Mumbo lover, to wake up, roll over, and see you posted a roughly 5k word chapter of Scarian. Mwah. I am choosing to believe. That got way too gay. This is scarian now.

SO FIRST OF ALL Grian waking up and realizing that A. He's in Scar's bedroom, B. Mumbo is in scar's bedroom, and C. His stomach is doing flips because he's looking down and seeing Mumbo in Scar bed and it likely smells like mumbo and scar together and his little bird brain -- god yes.

Going down, seeing Scar in the morning, as if he's his boyfriend who just woke up and is coming to give him a morning smooch is truly something. I cant believe the two of them decided it was Normal and Fine for a frumpy, sleepy Grian to just Appear. Mmm mm mmmm mmmmmmmmmmm. And that Scar made him pancakes and that Grian was just able to tear Scar away from his work and Scar isn't even putting up a fight at all oh my god. GRIAN CALLING SCAR PRETTY AND THE TWO OF THEM JUST SITTING WITH THAT. THIS IS GAY, GENTLEMEN. YOU ARE BEING BOYFRIENDS. I AM SHOUTING INTO A MEGAPHONE BUT LO, I AM A TINY FROG.

OH MY GOD THE ANTIQUE SHOP I can just. Picture. Oh to be a fly on the wall [I guess we all are tbf] watching the two of them talk about this ELVEN ENGAGEMENT JEWELRY AS IF THEY WERENT JUST THE GAYEST TWO BEINGS ALIVE IN THIS MAN'S HOUSE. Oh my god and for that to reveal so much of Grian on accident, for scar to rapidly realize so many things without either of them saying a fucking word. OOOO BOY they are gonna have to have a T A L K with this bird. I mean there's no way Scar is gonna talk to mumbo about it [unless,,,,,,] but my god do they need to have a Talk tm.

AND THEN THE WAY THAT BEAUTIFULLY TRANSITIONED TO "Well maybe you should give Mumbo some of your feathers" THE WAY THESE MEN DEFLECT DO THEY REALIZE THEY ARE BEING SO VERY GAY. oh my god scar is gonna have some of grian's feathers on day and he doesnt even realize it. oh my GOD I am SCREAMING down the BOATEM HOLE and into THE VOID.

Also the fact that Grian knows how to repair equipment. The fact that Grian has been shown to be a remarkable fighter when he's not panicking. The whole "I killed our gods" Grian pulled on Mumbo a while back only for Mumbo to be like "I dont think he's ready to talk about That so I'm not gonna bring it back up" AND NOW SCAR KNOWS WITHOUT KNOWS HE NOWS SO MUCH WITHOUT WORDS TO THAT KNOWLEDGE AND I AM MELTING. ASDFGHJKJHGFDSDFGHJHGFD GOD. G O D.

Oh man Mumbo Lover, you are about to get fed so well HA that chapter was absolutely 5k words of Scarian, no doubt <3 It got super gay

Bird brain just like <3 hhh but he just being like "haha this certainly doesn't mean anything we're fine it's cool we're okay <3" lmao

The entire time I was writing that scene I was just thinking about the people Scar was just speaking to seeing this unfamiliar man come out of the back of Scar's shop with messy hair and rumpled clothes at noon and was giggling the entire time because you KNOW they all think that is definitely his boyfriend, they're so Normal about it like it's not completely domestic-y like hjgfdjkk= Scar takes care of his guests <3 He probably made some for Mumbo too but Mumbo doesn't really think much about Human food, he just indulges every now and then lmao <3 Grian is a demanding little bird and Scar is too willing to let him have his way haha <3 LMAO THE GAY PANIC THEY BOTH HAD AT THAT MOMENT. Grian doubling down and trying to play it off as a joke and Scar taking that out but they both Know(TM). They know. They gay but oo boy-

I too love antiques so much and could spend every last dollar I have in an antique shop so. BUT YEAH LMAO I'm sure the fact that Grian is now in possession of Elven jewelry that giving basically means "I wish to court/marry you" is totally not gonna be significant in any way later down the line right? <3 Grian really said "I was taught how to fix metal things like weapons" and Scar, literal Elven prince who was born into a palace and was taught to MAKE things but never taught how to FIX things because he is a royal, went "um Birdie uh I'm about to flip your entire worldview with a single question" and just hjfdskj <3 They all need to Talk(TM), and oh boy don't they know it. Or at least Mumbo does hjkfdsljk Grian and Scar are both like "deflection and distraction is a healthy communication skill correct?"

THE DEFLECTIONS, THE "we'll unpack all that later at an undetermined point in time," THE GAY, AND YEAH HAHA I totally 100% intend for them all to have something that represents each of their cultures <3 I AM SCREAMING WITH YOU, and I'm the motherducker who's writing it <3

:) Gods they need to talk about it haha SCAR IS ONLY EVER OBSERVANT WHEN IT COMES TO OTHER PEOPLE'S INTERNAL STRUGGLE HE SAW GRIAN'S LIFE PERCEPTION SHATTER IN THREE SECONDS AND KNEW SOME SHIT WENT DOWN and now they need to talk to Mumbo because Holy Shit <3 Mumbo be like "I'll wait for Grian to be ready to talk about it" but if he waits then they'll never talk about it anf jhkfds-

[calif0rnia-lovers]

Dating Bishop Losa Would Include...

A/N: what’s wild is thinking I posted this only to realize it was sitting in my drafts. Showing my all time favorite love some love 😍

Rating: 💙

Check out the others I’ve done so far?: Dating Angel Reyes + Dating Ezekiel Reyes

✦ Bishop is entirely too old -- both physically and mentally --for playing games.

✧ So, if you’re looking for some quick, undefined and slightly messy, drama filled hookups please spare him the headache, and consult with a younger member of the MC

✦ The man’s got a lot of shit on his plate -- so stable, supportive relationships are his favorite cup of tea

✧ Doesn’t believe in beating around the bush, so expect an A class Old School Gentleman, wine and dine — treat you like a queen — from the beginning

✦ When you first get together, it takes Bish a minute to actually get with the program

✧ It’s been a while since he’s had an Old Lady — one who can actually handle sharing him with the MC — so cut him some slack.

✦ He’s not used to sending someone updates about his plans and whereabouts

✧ Hank might of nudged Bishop a few times — “you might wanna let the Old Lady know....”

✦ He’s also not used to someone waiting for him to come home.

✧ Seriously — cut the man some slack — he feels like shit when he finds you half-awake at 2 am that first time

✦ He’s apologetic AF if he misses a date, or has to cancel on you 

✧ You not riding him about it because you know he’s already stretched thin enough

✦ But once he gets with the program, Bishop keeps you in the loop

✧ Not with just his movements, but with the status of the MC as well

✦ Obispo BLEEDS LOYALTY AND TRUST — so as his Old Lady you’re expected to help him bear the weigh

✧ He’s not the type to unload each and every detail — in fact, he’s pretty bad at trying to carry the weight by himself

✦ There are just some aspects of the club he doesn’t think you should be involved in,  so he filters out some things when relaying it to you

✧ It’s not that he thinks you can’t handle it, he just doesn’t want you to worry — because man do you worry. And when you worry, Bishop worries so....

✦ Some nights it weighs on him. Those nights he’s different. His kisses are needy, hands rough

✧ He’ll ask for your opinion. It takes a while for you to feel comfortable enough to offer it, but he quickly learns sometimes you’ll give it without his asking

✦ Regardless, he respects your opinion even if it doesn’t always align with his

✧ Arguments are truly unavoidable — he carries around a lot of pressure and stress -- but Bish is really good at letting you vent 

✦ Sometimes he can’t catch himself, and he yells in the heat of the moment — the quickest to apologize

✧ Let a single tear fall, he’s next to you in a heartbeat

✦ Once your relationship becomes serious the most important question is -- Are you dating? OR Are you married?

✧ YOU’RE BASICALLY MARRIED

✦ You’re literally the only person who can knock him down a couple of notches

✧ And the only one bold enough to try it 

✦ Remember how Bishop doesn’t have time to play games? 

✧ When he introduces you to the MC it’s basically an unspoken promotion ceremony -- get ready to become the live-in mother to his children MC

✦ Bishop knows you do it for him, but also because the boys love you, and you love them.

✧ Tries his best to show how much he appreciates you taking on the responsibility. There are moments when he catches you, a deep kiss following. 

✦ “What’s that for?” You smile. 

✧ His lips soft against your forehead. “I love you.”

✦ Bish worries about the MC way more than he lets on -- WAY FREAKING MORE

✧ He’s pretty sure each day they knock a year off his life -- so he smokes way too much

✦ You tease him about it all the time -- “You smoke too much.”

✧ “Would you rather me strangle one of them?”

✦ Seeing you with the MC, and how easily they gravitate to you and how you help them relax, he’s hooked but let him see you around kids --

✧ All of a sudden, the idea of having kids doesn’t seem impossible

✦ Bishop listens to input from others, but sometimes he’s all about that tough love 

✧ The boys play you two like true freaking parents  

✦ They know when Bish is one of his tough love trips, all they have to do is mention something, and you’ll get Bishop to loosen up

✧ Angel is usually the one sent to butter you up —primarily because he’s the one getting that tough love --  Bishop falls victim to this 99% of the time 

✦ Loves to relax against you after a long day -- head against your chest with your fingers in his hair

✧ He always protests -- because it’s not necessary -- but he’ll  hand his phone over to you so that he can relax.  Even if it is for just an hour.

✦ He might or might not have one of the boys stay behind when he goes on a long club run. You learn to deal with the random check ins during his absence. 

✧ If you’re pregnant, and he’s gone for more than a couple of days, expect one of the guys to stay in the guest room. 

✦ He will literally not budge on this one

✧ You’re literally a goddess on earth -- Bishop worships the ground you walk on 

✦ Protective AF -- bleeds into him being overprotective at times. Primarily because he worries you might get affected by blowback from a club decision

✧ He knows you’re more than capable of handling yourself, but he still worries 

✦ License to carry -- Bish teaches you how to shoot. It gives him peace of mind so you indulge him  

✧ King of whispered compliments as he stops to steal a passing kiss

✦ He thinks it funny when guys try and flirt with you -- primarily because they don’t realize you’ll probably eat them alive. 

✧ As long as you’re smiling he’s cool, but let someone get handsy or not shut down their advances and Bishop’s stepping in

✦ Would literally kill someone with his bare hands if they hurt you 

✧ Don’t think that “harmless” flirting will be forgotten. Bishop’s got patience for days. You can’t tease him into cracking first so his payback is torture

✦ Bish is a natural born flirt -- homeboy is dripping in that natural born charisma that can diffuse most situations -- and the flirting does not stop once you start dating

✧ Pretty sure your permanent seat is his lap. He’ll drag you onto his lap, arm around your waist no matter what he’s doing

✦ This man is made of kisses for days. Whether it be a quick kiss to your cheek, forehead, or fingers. Or a stolen moment away from the club, kisses improve his mood 100000% 

✧ Typically seen with his arm draped around your shoulder, lips pressed against your temple or cheek

✦ When he feels guilty, for being too busy, he’s extra romantic. He’ll make dinner, pop up unannounced at your job when he’s got time to spare 

✧ "What do you want, Obispo?”

✦ “Just making sure you don’t run off on me,” he chuckles.

✧ You know those stories you read about where someone’s husband gave his wife flowers religiously every single week -- that’s some Obispo Losa type of shit

✦ May be a gentleman, but definitely rough in the bedroom -- 

✧ And in Templo -- you’ve lost count the number of times he’s taken you over that table or had you down on your knees

✦ Quickies. He’s a busy man, if he’s got time he’s not going to object to you pulling him away

✧ If you’re going to “accidentally” send a needy text while he’s working or you woke up thinking you’re gonna be sassy -- please know he’ll call you on your shit

✦ He has no problem having the room cleared & one of the guys relaying that “....he wants to see you.”

✧ His patience will outlast yours any day -- so get mouthy and try and cause a scene if you want --

✦ Most def leaves a kiss against the back of your hand every time he leaves you

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How are you?

Could I please request a king Arthur prompt when he first starts courting his partner but originally they cant stand him like they think hes too cocky but he worms his way into their heart 🥰

Pairing: King Arthur x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + for language, a little angst.

Masterlist 

The Queen 

“Arthur, you could have any girl in the entire realm at your fingertips; why did you have to choose this one?” Wet Stick sighs, watching from under his cloak and cursing his friend for his taste in women. “He couldn’t just pick one of those nice noble ladies; he had to pick a headstrong girl with a chip on her shoulder,” he grumbles to himself. 

You locked up the shop behind you and take off home, turning once to wave into the shadows knowing the knight is there watching. He emerges on a large brown horse, coming to walk beside you. “Good Evening, Sir Tristan; how was your day today?” you smile up at him, and he laughs with a shake of his head. 

“How do you always know where I am, my Lady?” You reach into your knapsack and pull out a warm cheese roll wrapped in cloth, handing it up to him. “Thank you, ma’am,” he unwraps it and takes a large bite, moaning at the taste. “Is this why he wants to marry you? Because of how delicious your baking is? Honestly, if the King weren’t enamored with you, I’d probably ask you myself,” he laughs. 

You groan, pulling your green cloak above your head. “Sir Tristan, how many times must I ask that you call me by my name? I am no lady, just a baker, no one special.” 

“The King would disagree.” You cringe and walk a little faster towards the warmth of your cottage. “He thinks you’re the most beautiful maiden in the entire Kingdom, and Arthur always gets what he wants, and that’s you, my lady.” You stop and glare at him; he holds his hands up in defense using your name. 

“Why would I want that cocky, overbearing brute of a man to marry me? He can go to hell for all I care.” Tristan doesn’t take offense like other knights because he knows how overbearing his friend can be. It’d been amusing to see Arthur fall for the beautiful, headstrong woman. Every flower ended up in the trash, letter burnt, and request for an audience denied. Arthur was close to giving up on courting the woman, but something was holding him back. 

“Have I ever told you what he was like growing up?” You roll your eyes, already dreading the tale that is sure to highlight only the King’s good points. 

“No,” you mumble, “but I’m sure it some heroic tale.” He barks out a laugh, and you stop to watch him, “what’s so funny?” 

“What do you know about the King? Honestly, tell me,” he jumps down from the horse and grabs the reins walking beside you. “Because if that’s your opinion, then you don’t know him at all.” 

You think about all you know about the King and realize with an ache in your belly that you didn’t know much about the King besides the rumors you’d heard. “Well,” you stumble, “he’s arrogant...uhm, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself...and,” you struggle to come up with something else, much to Tristan’s amusement. 

“Arthur was raised in a brothel,” you pause, raising a brow, “I’m telling the truth. When his parents were murdered, he floated down the river in a boat and was found by the prostitutes washing their clothes by the river. They took him in and raised him. He, in turn, grew up and protected them. The brothel was one of the only places in all of Londinium that women were treated with respect. If someone got too handsy with one of the girls, Arthur would beat them within an inch of their life before they’d even think to disrespect a woman like that. Then he’d take all their money and give it to the girl.” 

“He’s also really smart, smarter than the lot of us, at least. He had coffers hidden in the wall of the brothel behind a bookshelf. He dreamed of getting out and buying himself a piece of land, building a home. The girls would all be taken care of and wouldn’t have to be prostitutes anymore. He was damn close too before we found out he was the born King.” You mull over his words and keep walking closer towards your home. 

“How did he feel about becoming the born King?” you ask quietly. 

Tristan smiles, rubbing the snout of his horse affectionately. “He hated it. Didn’t want anything to do with the sword or being King. It wasn’t until he saw his friends being attacked, the Black Legs had us surrounded, outnumbered; there was no way we could win the fight. Arthur begged us to run away, that he was what they wanted, he was ready to die for us. Arthur embraced Excalibur and killed them all, saving us. He’s loyal to a fault that one. Then when Back Lack-” he takes a shuddering breath, and you reach out and rub his arm. 

“If it’s too painful, you don’t have to say.” He wipes at his eyes with his cloak and smiles at you. 

“No, I won’t let his memory fade because it makes me sad to talk about him. Back Lack was our friend, and Vortigern murdered him in front of his son and Arthur. Blue screamed, and I can still hear his wails in my head; Arthur took his son in and has become like a father to him.” You think of the young boy who follows behind the King and smiles. 

You reach the door of your cottage and put your hand on the knob, dropping your head to the door with a sigh. “What does he say about me?” you ask, turning to look at the Knight, “I know he’s must have told you why he is trying so hard to court me.” 

Tristan smiles, seeing the small crack in your cleverly crafted armor. “While you may not know the King at all, he knows everything about you. I dare say he’s in love with you.” 

You search his eyes for any lie and sigh, opening the door and stepping inside. “Wait here for a moment, please,” he nods, and you close the door behind you. Emerging a few moments later in one of your clean dresses and a light blue cloak of fine fabric the King had gifted you, too delicate for you to throw into the trash. “Take me to him, please,” you ask, pulling the cloak over your head. 

“Yes, my lady,” Tristan smiles, mounting his horse and reaching a hand out to pull you up behind him. He rides swift to the looming gates of the palace, and the heavy wooden doors creak as they’re pulled open. The hour is late, and there is only a handful of guards around watching you with a curious expression. You slide off the horse and follow closely behind Tristan as he weaves through the labyrinth of hallways before reaching a large door. He knocks out a combination, and Arthur’s voice comes from inside asking you to enter. 

Tristan stands back and gives your hand a squeeze, “good luck. I promise he’s worth it.” You smile, trembling, and give him a return squeeze. You watch his back retreat and take a deep breath before turning the handle. 

“Did she get home alright, Stick?” You follow his voice, stepping around the chair and looking down at him. He’s writing a letter, the quill moving across the page, a half-full glass of wine on the table to his left. “She didn’t see you, right? You know how much she detests having a guard.” 

“She didn’t make it home okay,” you say quietly, but he jumps anyways, looking up at you with wide eyes. “But she did find her way safely to you, my King.” He rises from his chair and stands tall beside you, gazing into your eyes, and for the first time, you see past the facade of the King he’s created and instead see the man, Arthur. 

“Are you well, my darling?” he asks, cupping your cheek; you close your eyes and lean into his touch. His smile is bright enough to rival the sun, and you smile back at him just as brightly. 

“I learned about you tonight, my King,” he furrows his brow, “Sir Tristan was telling me tales of how you became King.” 

He grins, “And what did he tell you?” He pulls away, pouring a second glass of wine and handing it to you. He takes your hand and leads you over to the roaring fire, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of it. You take a sip of the wine and put down the glass, climbing into his lap and putting your head against his shoulder. His hand comes up to wrap around your waist, keeping you snug to his side, putting down his glass of wine, and putting the other hand in your lap. 

You roll his fingers between your hands, feeling the callouses from years of fighting coarse against your skin. He leans his head against your own, and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek. “He told me about you growing up in the brothel, how you protected those women, and their honor. He told me how you begged them to leave when the Black Legs came, and only when your friend’s lives were threatened did you finally wield Excalibur.” 

You sit up and look him deep in the pools of blue that are his eyes, lowering your voice to almost a whisper. “He also told me about Back Lack and Blue. How you’ve become like a father to him,” you trail off, looking down at his hand in your own, “he said you love me.” You look up and catch the storm in his expression, the showers of tears that threaten to fall as he’s reminded of his lost friend. 

You cup his cheek and brush your fingers beneath his eye collected them like diamonds. “He died because of me because I wasn’t able to protect him.” 

“It wasn’t your fault,” you whisper. He takes a shuddery breath, and you hold on to him with both hands, keeping his eyes on you. “You did the best you could; you are raising his son. He wouldn’t blame you for what happened.” 

He tugs you closer, and your foreheads touch, “he would have liked you,” he gives a watery chuckle. “He’d have loved your baking, the way you stand up for yourself, and call me out on my bullshit.” You laugh, and he leans closer, “Tristan was right.” 

“About what?” the ghost of his lips brushes yours, and you gasp at the touch. 

“I love you,” you pull back a little, “I love how strong you are, loyal, fierce, and fucking stunning. You are everything I could ever ask for, and I know I came on too strong. I pushed you away when all I wanted was to hold you close like this. From the moment I saw you, spoke to you, the moment you chucked a rolling pin at my head, I knew.” 

You cringe at one of the more colorful visits you had with the King. “What? What did you know?” 

“That you are much more than a baker.” He nuzzles his nose against your own, and you give a breathless reply, begging him to tell you what you are. His lips touch yours slowly, just barely touching, and your eyes slide closed, moving closer to him when he whispers, “you’re my Queen.” 

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