#and part of trying is now believing in the ghosts that your son can see

[batcavescolony]

Xavier: if the ghost gives me permission can we dig up their grave legally?

Sheriff Baxter: ummm how... *trying to be a good dad* Hypothetical is this question?

Xavier: we were just wondering.

S Baxter: please tell me if you're gonna dig up a grave. I PROMISE I won't be mad. If you just tell me first.

Xavier: ... We'll definitely tell you.

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, Part 5

The following morning on the roof of Jason and Danny's apartment.

Jason: Good job patrolling yesterday kid.

Danny: Thanks dad.

A massive light engulfed the area and a massive creature appeared before them.  

Jason (too tired to care): Friend of yours? 

Danny: That’s Cthulhu. 

Jason (the literature major): As in Lovecraft?  

Danny: Yeah, but he misrepresented Cthulhu greatly in his books. For his slander H. P. Lovecraft is in the Realms of Infinite Punishment.  

Jason: I see.

Danny (looking at Cthulhu): Hi C! 

Cthulhu (bowing): Greets my Lord.  

Danny: Need something?  

Cthulhu: Whilst wondering the Lands of Nightmares and Infinite Darkness I came across this... I want to say it’s a cat. I believe you will like it.  

He handed Danny the “cat.” The creature had six legs, and fur as black as the void glowing with glittering stardust.  

Danny: It’s so cute! Thank you, C!  

Cthulhu: Anything for you, my Lord.  

Cthulhu vanished.  

Jason: Danny, you are my son, and I love you, but sometimes you frighten me.  

Danny: I think Bruce feels the same about you.  

Jason: Well, yes, but that’s beside the point. He looks at the “cat” in Danny’s arms. So, what is that?  

Danny: No idea, but he’s mine now. I’ll call him Shadow.  

The “cat” meowed.  

Danny (walking away): You will be my greatest warrior.  

Jason (smiling): I love my strange little son.

Later in the apartment.

Jason: Hey Danny, I've been thinking about something.

Danny: What is it?

Jason: You're a king.

Danny: I am.

Jason: If you're here, who's ruling your kingdom?

Danny: I have a regent.

Jason: Who?

Danny: Would you like to meet him?

Jason: Sure?

Danny: Vlad!

Vlad appeared in the living from a burst of green fire.

Vlad: You summoned Danny?

Danny: Dad, this is Vladimir Plasmius, my regent and former archenemy. Vlad this is my dad, Jason.

Vlad (bowing): It is an honor to make your acquittance Your Imperial Lordship.

Jason: "Your Imperial Lordship?"

Vlad (looking at Danny): You didn't tell him?

Jason: Tell me what?

Danny: I granted you a title. Danny summoned a scroll and handed to Jason.

-----

Hereby decreed by his Imperial and Royal Chthonic Majesty:

By our royal authority we hereby grant Jason Todd-Wayne the following title:

His Imperial Lordship, Jason, the King's Father.

Signed, Danny Rex-Imperator, Supreme King of the Infinite Realms, High King of the Ghost Zone, King of all Ghosts, First among the Eldritch Ones.

-----

Jason (tearing up): "The King's Father."

Danny: Well you are my dad.

Jason (ran up to Danny and hugged him): I love you son.

Danny: Dad! Not in front of my regent!

Vlad (smiling): Good to see you found someone to care for you Danny. He looked at Jason. You have proven yourself worthy of the title of the King's father, Lord Jason.

Jason: I try my best.

Vlad: So I see. He adjusted his suit. But if that be all I shall make my way back to the Infinite Realms. Good bye your Lordships. Vlad vanished.

Jason (looking at Danny): I love you kid.

Danny: Love you too dad.

A few hours later.

Jason (cooking lunch): Danny...

Danny (setting the table): Yes?

Jason: Why did we not get any messages from Bruce or the others about a massive eldritch creature appearing in the middle of Gotham in broad daylight?

Danny: Cthulhu was hiding himself, we only saw him because we are in some way connected to the Infinite Realms.

Jason: Ah.

Danny: Good thing honestly, Bruce would have had a heart attack.

Jason (laughing): Yeah he would have. Jason went back to cooking lunch.

Danny: You're going to tell him later aren't you?

Jason (smiling): Oh 100%!

A while later while cleaning the plates.

Jason: Danny I have an idea, and I want you to tell me if it's crazy.

Danny: Hit me.

Jason: I want to apply to grad school, so I can latter go for a doctorate, so can be a doctor just to spite Bruce.

Danny (laughing): That would be hilarious! But do you like your field that much?

Jason: Yes, I love literature!

Danny: Go for it then.

Jason: It's settled then, I'm applying to graduate school!

Meanwhile at Wayne Manor. Bruce Sneezes.

Alfred: Bless you Master Bruce.

Bruce: One of my kids is doing something overly dramatic just to spite me...

(Master Post)

[livwritessometimes]

F1 Uni Series: Intro Part 2

: Now that you know about ‘The Grid.’ Let us take a look at the other group in this series.

: All these people were randomly assigned to the same guide on the first day of Uni and ya rest is history

: Prev | Oscar’s Version

: Series Masterlist

: Main Masterlist

…

Y/n L/n

• Y/n L/n, claims to be the best thing that has every happened to F1 University

• Struggles to pay rent which is why she lives with Alex and Dylan (even though she has money to support her daily coffee obsession)

• Friends with Daniel and Pierre (she feels that Daniel is her spirit animal and she just tolerates Pierre)

Alexandra Saint Mleux

• Alexandra Saint Mleux, the classy Art History Major

• For her friends she is Alex, the kid who almost burned down her (Y/n and Dylan’s) apartment while trying to make popcorn

• She believes that she can read auras just because she went to a carnival as a kid and a psychic told her that she has ‘the gift’

Dylan O'Brien

• Dylan O’Brien, thinks he’s the only voice of reason in the group (he’s not)

• Likes to scare people by claiming he can hear voices in his head (Psychology major does that to a person)

• Had the fattest crush on peppa pig growing up (even though bacon is his favourite thing to eat)

Renee Rapp

• Renee Rapp, the actual voice of reason of this group (Mother in other words)

• As a kid she realised 2 things while watching Judge Judy: first she wants to be a lawyer and second that her love for Judy was more than just admiration

• Likes to believe that the rest of her group won’t be alive without her there (it’s true)

Chris Briney

• Christopher Briney, the clumsy nurse studying at F1 University

• Most of the time he has to use his knowledge on himself (boy trips on air istg)

• Has an apartment with Jordan but doesn’t know that it’s haunted

Francisca Cerqueira Gomez

• Francisca Cerqueira Gomez or Kika

• Her dream is to live like a rich soccer mom who drinks vodka from a flask during the game

• Believes she’s the next best fashion designer (she is) also has a secret beef with Lewis because they both want to have their collection win the end term runway project

Jordan Fisher

• Jordan Fisher, son of a famous businessman

• His dad wanted him to pursue business but Jordan was like nah and went for music instead

• He drowned as a child and his heart stopped for like 2 seconds and ever since then he claims that he can “see ghosts.” He also didn’t tell Chris (his roommate) that their house is haunted

…

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[kissme-suguru]

I like to think Toji has a big thing for MILFs and when he looks at his Wifey who already gave birth to Baby Gumi, he fell in love cuz now he has a MILF wife~ He doesn't care if guys say Women are ugly after pregnancy, he thinks she still looks so fucking pretty, her body is practically glowing

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Toji showing his wifey some love

MDNI 18+

Toji Fushiguro x Post Pregnancy! Reader, fluff, smut, praise, body appreciation, Soft dom Toji, insecure reader, cunnilingus, squirting, one use of 'slut'

No cause I whole heartedly agree with you, I could see him lowkey catching an attitude if he saw you judging your appearance.

Toji would constantly praise your body, making sure to give you any reassurance even when you didn't believe him.

Any chance he had to rub your swollen belly he would take. "Look at this gorgeous belly, all round with my baby." And after you give birth? The man would shower every part of your body with love and soft touches.

His eyes would stare at your frame as you examined your body in the mirror with a somber face. Coming up behind you and running his big hands over every part you felt insecure about while kissing your neck. When you look away from the mirror he'd reach up and turn your face to continue looking as he rubbed your body.

A month after having Megumi Toji practically leaped on you when you tell him you can have sex again. He wasted no time stripping off your oversized pajamas and revealing your gorgeous post pregnancy body. His scared lips kissing down inch by inch, stopping at your belly that was adorned with stretch marks. A tsk of disapproval left his lips when he saw you turn your head away and try to cover yourself, feeling nervous and embarrassed at how your body had changed.

"Nu uh, none of that mama. Let me look at you." He gently grabbed your chin to make you look at him, in his eyes was nothing but love and lust.

"But Toji-"

"But nothing. I've been without this gorgeous body for damn near a year." He smothered your stomach in kisses before moving down in between your plump thighs, ghosting his tongue over your soft skin. "This body is so fucking perfect. You carried and birthed our son, I won't have you thinking bad about yourself, ya hear me?"

You nodded with heated cheeks, arousal burning in your lower stomach.

"Keep your eyes on me as I eat this pretty pussy, mama." Toji laid flat on his stomach, hiking your thighs on top of his muscular shoulders before diving into your entrance immediately.

His tongue moved up and down your folds, latching onto your swollen clit. A low groan left his lips when you reached down to tug on his dark locks, after being pent up for so long it didn't take much to drive you towards the edge. Toji kept his eyes on you as he ate you out like a starved man, his cock throbbing against the mattress.

He brought his fingers into the mix to double your pleasure. The sounds of your moans and wetness bouncing off the walls, almost a little too loud. "Shh, baby. You'll wake the brat if you keep whining like a lil slut."

He lifted his head and continued to thrust his thick fingers in and out of your squelching hole, watching you grind into his touch with a smirk on his lips. "My pretty wifey, ya gonna cum?"

"Fuck-yes Toji, I'm so close."

"Good girl, cum for me. Let me see this pretty pussy soak my hand." The sound of his words pushing you over the edge and making your thighs tremble in pleasure as you squirted all over his hand. Your chest rose and fell while you caught your breath and watched Toji lick your wetness from his hand.

"Mm, you taste so fucking good baby. So perfect." Toji crawled back up and kissed your lips with need, allowing you to taste yourself. A evident smirk on his lips when he pulled away. "I'm not done with you yet, mama. I gotta make up for all the lost time."

It was gonna be a loooonggg night.

[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin 10/?

Prev | Next

Well, here it is. Sorry for the long wait.

“What do you want, fruit loop?”

Danny got in a defensive posture, sure Vlad would try to attack him one way or another.

Vlad raised his hands, “I just want to talk, little badger. Especially since new secrets have come to light. I want to ensure certain ones stay in the dark from your moth—parents. We wouldn’t want them to find out how much of a killer son they had brought into their home, now would we?”

Danny scowled. He knew his eyes were glowing when Vlad started smirking.

“How dare you threaten me, Plasmius?” Danny said in a low voice. The room got colder. “I am the Crowned Prince of the Infinite Realms; I will be your King. The only reason you’re not fully dead right now is because I’ve been holding back. Don’t test me.”

“You adorable, Danyal,” Danny gritted his teeth at the way Vlad sneered his real name, “but let’s think about this logically, shall we? Your parents just found out their adopted son was sent to spy on them by a cult interested in their research. Fine, that’s one thing; they can forgive that. You’re still their precious baby boy.”

“Now, imagine you add on top of that. You tell them you’re Phantom, the ghost boy menace of Amity Park. Not only that, but you’re the Crowned Prince of the Ghost Zone, the future king of the very species they sought to experiment with and exterminate. Do you believe they can take the pressure and the angst? Will they forgive you?”

“And let’s say they do accept you for being Phantom? What will they do when they find out their son wasn’t just a part of a cult but an assassin? Will they see you as a monster for taking lives and being Phantom? Have you thought about that?”

“You just don’t want mom to find out you’re the Wisconsin ghost,” Danny accused even as a small voice at the back of his head whispered at him.

“Believe what you will, little badger. Believe what you will,” with those last words, Vlad disappeared.

Danny collapsed. Now, what should he do?

____

Bruce picked up the phone.

“This is Bruce Wayne.”

“Hello, Mr. Wayne, it’s Maddie Fenton.”

“Mrs. Fenton, how nice to hear from you again.”

“Put it on speaker,” Tim mouthed.

All of his children stopped what they were doing and paid attention. Bruce almost left the room but knew that would make them more curious and force them to find destructive ways to eavesdrop. With a silent sigh, he did what Tim told him to do while giving them.

“How may I help you, Mrs. Fenton?”

“Danny has agreed to a DNA test. When do you want to do it?”

His children perked up at the new information.

“As soon as possible,” he answered. He wanted to be a part of Danny’s life and wanted written proof Danny was his. “I have ways to do a discreet DNA so the media won’t catch wind of it.”

“Hm, that’s fine. How does tomorrow work for you, Mr. Wayne?”

“Tomorrow’s fine. I’ll pick you up—”

“No need,” Mrs. Fenton interrupted, “Tell us where we have to be, and we’ll meet you there.”

Her voice was neutral, if a bit off-putting. Bruce gave the name and address of the hotel where he was staying. While Bruce would’ve loved to have used the Batcomputer to do the test, he knew he couldn’t explain it to the Fentons. Instead, he got a trusted company that would keep the secret to do it and were on standby.

They would come to the hotel, take a sample and have it back to him in 72 hours.

“We’ll be there at 9 o’clock. Oh, and Mr. Wayne?”

“Yes?”

“It doesn’t matter what that test says. Danny is a Fenton. He’s our son. Ours. We’ve raised him; we’ve been his parents for the past eight years. So, if you try to take him from us, you will have a fight. Your money doesn’t scare us. We will do anything for Danny. Anything.”

“Mrs. Fenton, I would never want to take Danny away from the people he loves. I want to know if he’s my son and how I can help him. If that means he stays with you, well, that’s his decision.”

“Hmph,” she huffed, “We’ll meet tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

“That went well,” Tim said.

“She feels I’ll take away her son. It’s only natural for a parent to want to defend their child,” Bruce said.

He may not show it most of the time, but he would protect his children with his dying breath, and if anyone tried to take them away from him, well, he would move Earth and Hell to get them back. He could blame the Fentons for wanting to protect their son from him. If anything, it made Bruce feel better that his son had found such loving parents.

“Now, where were we with these Anti-Ecto laws?”

He would protect his son however he could.

____

Two boys ran in the park with a dog chasing after them.

Damian watched them and felt envious. He could’ve had that with Danyal if he had looked for his brother after he went with his father. Instead, he had removed his brother so far from his mind that Damian had completely forgotten him. Even when he started getting along with his adopted siblings, Danyal never entered his thoughts.

Respawn suddenly came to his mind.

He still remembered his joy when he found out he had a blood brother, not an adopted one. Danyal still hadn’t crossed his mind. There was so much joy for a half-brother who wanted to kill him when his twin had been left alone and forgotten.

The two boys began wrestling with each other, giggling the whole time.

Would Damian and Danyal have had a normal sibling relationship if Damian had brought him home to father sooner?

“What’s on your mind, baby bat?”

“Tt, nothing, Richard.”

“He’ll come around if you show him you want him in your life.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

Richard shrugged, “Then we leave him to be and protect him from afar.”

Damian frowned. He didn’t like Richard’s solution. He wanted his brother to come with them so he could mend the relationship. So he could show Danyal how much he’s changed. He didn’t need a fake family; he had father and the rest of their siblings.

Damian was about to say so when an explosion rocked through Amity. Richard got up quickly and looked toward the direction of the explosion.

Green, Lazarus green plumes (always that accursed color) rose into the sky.

Damian didn’t think; he ran toward it. He knew his brother would be there and was determined to help.

“Damian, wait!”

With a slight twinge of guilt, Damian ignored his older brother. He couldn’t afford to wait. He had a brother to help.

It's been a few busy months for me. First, depression hit me like a wrecking ball. Then, we moved, and I started a new job, and the next thing I knew, it was May.

I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Thanks for reading

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[starry-bi-sky]

Part six of "Clone Danny"

When the Waynes leave, Danny can finally relax. Even if he's once again hit with a lingering regret that worms itself into his core like a little parasite. The final night that they're there, Bruce Wayne is not downstairs waiting for him, much to Danny's faint, lingering disappointment. He kinda liked talking to him, even if he kept it brief. Probably for the best.

Damian was still there when he returned with a sprained ankle and more ectoplasm burns. Danny tries not to make his limp obvious when he enters, and his clothing smells faintly of sulfur and burnt fabric.

Damian tells him he stinks, and Danny tells him he ran into a ghost. "The Phantom took care of it." He says, gripping his mask in his pocket tightly and avoiding putting weight on his injured foot. His thermos is pressed next to it. His fingers are freezing.

"Ah yes, your vigilante." Damian replies, "The one with the bat." And Danny can see the outline of his eyes narrowing at him.

"Can we really call him a vigilante when the people he's fighting are ghosts?" Danny asks, avoiding the 'bat' comment and leaning against the back of the kitchen chair.

"Did you actually lose your bat, Fenton?" Damian's fingers tap against his arm, refusing to move on. "Despite your ridiculous behavior and attempts to avoid my father and I, I find it hard to believe that the son of two ghost hunters would be as foolish as to forget his only weapon of defense against ghosts."

Ah, so he noticed that. Danny was half tempted to mutter that the bat wasn't his only weapon of defense. He still had his beloved jawbreakers. He's quiet, wondering how to respond to implication that he might be Phantom -- he can't believe Damian picked that up in only a few short days when nobody has caught on in little over a year -- before shrugging.

"I may have given it to the Phantom instead." He says, propping his arm up to put his chin in his hand, trying to look innocent while his heart skipped an anxious beat.

It's probably not the answer Damian wants, but when his word is the only proof he has, Danny doesn't think he should be too worried about it. Even if it meant that a second person outside his friend and enemy circle knew his identity.

He excuses himself shortly after, leaning heavily against the railing to try and hop up the stairs.

(Much to his surprise, Damian follows and lets Danny put his weight on him. He complains that its because Danny will wake his father if he allows him to bumble up the stairs on one foot.)

(Danny ruffles his hair again when they reach the top, and limps towards his bedroom.)

===

Its three months and a handful of new injuries before Danny thinks about the Waynes again. A new ghost appeared in town who called itself Riftgate and he was capable of creating teleport portals to anywhere in the world.

He was a fucking pain in the ass to fight, costing Danny three hours of his night where he could have been sleeping and nearly his hand. Danny gets dragged through the other side before finally shoving Rift inside the thermos.

But he also ends up nearly 900 miles away in fucking Gotham of all places on the top of an empty roof. Great, juuuust great. Danny is tired, he is grumpy, and he is in a city so laden with ectoplasm that he can all but taste it on his tongue. Or maybe that was just the air quality.

He can't even see the stars here, and his mood worsens.

Well, he's too fucking tired to bother handling this right now. There's no way Sam or Tucker are able to help him considering their distance, and right now Danny just wants to sleep. Maybe after that he can figure out a way home.

So he does, sort of. He walks over to the door and doesn't bother trying to open it, even if there was a 50/50 chance of it being unlocked. (This was Gotham after all.) Instead he sweeps the ground with his foot and curls up at door and he's out like a light.

....Only to be woken up by hissed muttering close to his ear and a gloved hand pressing into the pulse of his neck. "No I don't know if they're dead but I don't think so." Says the unfamiliar voice, and Danny opens a bleary eye.

"He's breathing, but his pulse is too slow to be normal. I think he needs help." The voice, a boy, -- no, Red Robin, great -- continues, and Danny looks beside him to see who he was talking to. No one. "He's probably part of some kind of gang, his mask kind of reminds me of Hood's."

Danny just barely remembers that he's still dressed up as Phantom before he tiredly signs, "I'm not part of a fucking gang." and pushes the boy's hand off.

=====

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 (Dani interlude) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.5 (Dan Interlude) Part 8

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[emeritusemeritus]

Hiii I love you works so much and wonder if I could request a dad Fred?? Thought it would be cute see Fred with his newborn and how loving he would be to his child while also learning to be a father

Hi Anon! Thank you very much! I agree, I think Fred would be the best dad! Here’s my thoughts… 🖤

Warnings: Dad!Fred, Mum!Reader, mentions of childbirth, breastfeeding, absolute fluff. The formatting is killing me today, sorry for the annoying spaces.

Word count: 900

Milestones

It's quiet and peaceful now, the room mostly dark except for the light glow from the moon pouring in through the window beside where Fred is sat in the leather recliner with his newborn son on his chest. He's shirtless and his son is only wearing a nappy underneath a thick, knitted blanket that had been knitted just for him by his Grammy. There's a sense of peace in this moment, the newest Weasley breathing softly as he snoozes in the crook of his daddy's arms, the large hands holding him protectively as he sings softly to the little boy, a song he remembers from his own childhood. The thin red hair that his son had inevitably been born with is mostly hidden under his little knitted hat but even without his family's signature look, he can tell that this is his son, the perfect blend of both mummy and daddy.

The baby's lips keep moving in his sleep, plump, pink and ever so slightly parted as he sucks on nothing, thinking of milk even in his sleep.

He knows that the little one will be awake soon, crying out for his food but until then, Fred is going to lap up every second of blissful silence he can.

He looks over at you in the bed, sleeping soundly with the ghost of a smile on your face as you finally get to sleep on your back for the first time in months. He smiles then, happy to watch you sprawled out on the bed having a very well deserved sleep after tirelessly bringing his child into the world. Your wedding rings glint in the light of the moon, catching Fred's attention with their sparkle and as he looks between you and his son, he can't believe this is even real, that this is his life. He loves you both so much that it feels like his heart actually hurts, like it could burst at any second.

The little one in his arms begins to stir and the peacefulness Fred had felt only minutes ago is replaced by anxiety by what was to come. Would he feed easily or would he struggle to latch? Could he calm him, shush him in the right way? Was he holding him right? It seemed as soon as his son began to stir, the nerves crept up, still unsure of how to do his new role.

"Freddie?" A voice asks for him softly and he looks up to you just as the little one lets out his first little cry, fists clenched tight beside his body as he battles to get them near his mouth.

"Pass him here handsome," you say, beginning to sit up on the bed. You still sound so tired and Fred feels guilty all of a sudden that he couldn't do more, that he couldn't take over and just let you rest. But you don't seem to mind, reaching out for your shared little bundle with open arms and a motherly smile that Fred thinks is your best look yet. Little Weasley instantly starts rooting as soon as he's placed against your chest and you quickly slither out of your top and try to align your breast with his mouth and after a couple of moments, he gets it. You smile in relief as you feel him suckling and turn to look at Fred who looks on in concern.

"He's got it," you say with a smile as Fred perches himself on the side of the bed, keeping both of you close, his arm naturally falling across your shoulders as you lean your head back to rest on his chest.

Fred knew all about the milestones that are significant to a baby's development, he'd read about it in the book his mum had given him and he'd heard his siblings talking about the crawling, the walking, the babbling. When he first saw his son roll at four months a sense of pride filled him that he'd never felt before, beaten only by the first steps he'd taken only 6 months later. You'd rushed down the stairs to the shop with little Weasley in your arms, beaming with tears trailing down your face as you dragged him into the office to show daddy what his son had just accomplished. The first time he sat up, the first smile, the first real giggle, they were all imprinted onto Fred's memory forever, some of his happiest moments. When he first heard his son say 'da' for the first time, it was like the world had suddenly turned to technicolour, like no other sound could ever compare. But he never expected those extra milestones that broke his heart along the way. The first time they reach out to be picked up, the way they suddenly fit on your hip rather than being cradled, the little scoot backwards as they climb into your lap for another story.

It was the hardest job in the world, throwing in a busy job that required innovation and creativity and a marriage that they worked hard to keep passionate and fun. Fred never doubted his ability to be a good dad, he learned from the best, but it was a job filled with responsibility and anxiety that sometimes felt a little overwhelming but the love would always be there.

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Not Dead Yet | Part 02

-> Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Medium-Fem!Reader

-> Synopsis: After trying to avoid Jeonghan (and the other ghosts) Y/N encounters him on the stairwell and is unable to ignore him anymore.

-> Warnings: Paranormal au. Hints at a possible evil spirit lurking about. Sick child in hospital but doesn't mention the illness, hints at her having been in hospital for a while. Y/N almost cusses a couple times. Hints at Y/N and Jihoon fake dating. This is a work of fiction. In no way does it reflect the guys.

-> Word Count: 2,616

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Not Dead Yet Masterlist | SEVENTEEN M.List

As Y/N walks along the footpath leading to the hospital, she digs through her bag, looking for something she promised one of the kids she visits. When she can't find it, she starts to cuss but stops herself when an elderly lady glares at her as she passes by. She bows in apology before continuing her search. 

Just a moment later, Y/N feels a sudden chill run down her spine and turns back to see the woman has completely vanished and is nowhere to be found. 

Frustrated, she scans the area, mentally scolding herself for revealing her ability to see ghosts to the old woman. “You would think I would know the difference between the living and dead by now,” she mutters under her breath, ensuring that only her brother on the other end of the call can hear her. 

“You chose to volunteer at the hospital,” Seungcheol, chimes in. “You’re surrounded by both the living and the dead there.” 

“I’m surrounded by the living and the dead everywhere I go,” she replies, rolling her eyes at his comment. But then, she suddenly exclaims, “Aha!” as she finally finds what she was looking for. It’s a small ballerina doll that used to be hers. She believes it deserves a new home with the little girl she’s befriended through her volunteer work. The little girl loves ballet more than she ever did. “I need to go. Tell Eomma I’ll be there tonight, but if she tries to set me up with one of her friend’s sons again, I’m going to leave and-,” she pauses, an idea coming to her. “Actually, I should bring Jihoon. That might keep her off my back for a while.”  

“You brought Jihoon a few months ago,” he reminds her. “Are you going to tell eomma that you’re fake back together?”  

“Shi-Yah!” she exclaims, stopping herself from cussing again as the elderly woman from a minute ago suddenly reappears in front of her. “I’ll find someone else to bring,” she quickly says, ending the call before he can respond. She frowns at the lady, taking out her earbuds and placing them back in her bag. The elderly woman says nothing as Y/N moves past her to go inside the hospital. Making her way up to the children’s ward, she keeps her head bowed so she doesn’t make eye contact with any more spirits. 

“Jeon Nari, I have a surprise for you,” Y/N calls out as she enters the room where the six-year-old girl is sitting on the hospital bed, colouring in her princess colouring book. She notices that the young girl’s father is with her and greets him politely with a slight bow of her head.  

Jeon Wonwoo, Nari's father, looks up from his phone and stands to return her greeting. “It’s good to see you, Y/N,” he says, his voice reflecting the worry and exhaustion of a parent who has spent long hours in the hospital with his sick child. “Nari’s been talking about you non-stop since your last visit,” he adds. “She was so excited to learn that you used to do ballet.”  

Y/N smiles, her heart warming at the thought of Nari's excitement. It confirmed that she’s making the right choice in passing her once beloved doll down to the sweet little girl. “Well, speaking of ballet,” she says, pulling the ballerina doll with a pink tutu from behind her back and holding it out towards her. “I thought you might like this.” 

Nari’s eyes widen in excitement, her colouring book momentarily forgotten as Y/N passes the doll to her. “Wow! She’s so pretty!” Nari exclaims as a large smile makes its way onto her face. 

“Will you promise to take good care of her for me?” Y/N asks, her smile mirroring Nari's as she sits down across from her, her heart swelling with affection for the little girl. However, her smile dims as an unsettling chill fills the room. She senses a presence lingering in the doorway, and for a brief moment, it feels as if time has frozen. 

The atmosphere shifts, the warmth of the moment dissipating as Y/N's gaze drifts toward the entrance. A figure stands there, half-hidden in the shadow. The air grows thick with an unspoken tension, and Y/N's heart races as she tries to decipher the emotions swirling around her. 

“Y/N?” Wonwoo’s voice cuts through the silence, bringing her back to reality. He gazes at her with worry. “Are you okay?”  

She manages a smile, though it doesn’t fully reach her eyes, and nods. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stay for long today,” she says, causing Nari to pout. Unbeknownst to Y/N, her visits have become one of Nari’s favourite parts about being in the hospital. “Since it's my day off from work tomorrow, I’ll be here much earlier than usual. You’ll be the first person I’ll come and see.”  

"You promise?" Nari asks, her expression a mix of hope and excitement as she holds up her tiny pinkie finger. 

"I promise," Y/N replies with a smile, linking her pinkie with Nari's and pressing their thumbs together, sealing their promise. The gesture brings a comforting warmth back into the room, yet an unsettling feeling still lingers in the air. Looking towards the doorway, she sees that the figure is no longer there. Trying to shake off the feeling, she turns her attention back on Nari. “I should get going, but I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay?” 

After saying her goodbyes, she exits the room, the unsettling feeling following her as she walks down the corridor and exits the children's ward. The air around her starts to feel almost suffocating so she chooses to take the stairs instead of the confined unescapable space of the elevator. As she descends the stairwell, the unease turns into feeling of being followed, the presence heavy, dark and ominous. Half expecting to find the figure from the doorway, she looks behind her only to find no one there, living or dead. With her heart pounding against her chest and her footsteps echoing in her ears, she quickens her pace and reaches the next landing. There she stops for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself, her eyes never leave the stairs she just descended, wary of any spirit that might choose to show itself. 

After a brief moment, she braves herself and turns to continue her walk down the stairs, but just as she does, a sudden fright nearly sends her tumbling backward. A scream escapes her lips as another presence makes itself known, breaking the suffocating ominous feeling in an instant.  

"I knew you could see me!" he exclaims, his voice echoing off the walls. His eyes gleam with a wild intensity, a mixture of mischief and something deeper. "You can't pretend anymore." 

“What is with you ghosts sneaking up on me today,” she groans with a frown on her face.  

“I’m not a ghost,” the man insists. 

“I hate to break it to you, but you are a ghost,” she informs him, her voice tinged with exasperation. “That is why I can see you while no one else can.”  

“But I’m not dead,” he counters, frustration clear in his voice. 

“Yes, you are,” she replies, her gaze flicking nervously to the door off to the side, hoping no one decides to walk into the stairwell at that moment. 

“I’m not!” he argues, reaching for her wrist, only for his hand to pass right through her. He tries again, with the same result.  

Each time he does it, it sends a chill through Y/N’s body. “Would you stop?” she scolds him moving her wrist away. 

“I’m trying to show you that I’m not dead,” he growls as the fluorescent lights above them begin to flicker, his frustration and anger boiling over. He’d spent the week trying to get her attention, unable to communicate with anyone else. “Just... come with me.” His voice softens, a hint of vulnerability breaking through as he almost sounds like he’s pleading. “You have to believe me.” 

With that he turns on his heal, walking through the door. Y/N hesitates for a moment but there is something within that compels her to follow him. Her curiosity piqued; she walks closer to the door. Pushing the door open, she steps into a brightly lit corridor with an intensive care unit sign hanging from the ceiling. 

Y/N's heart races once again as she takes in the scene, her breath hitching in her throat. The ghosts are everywhere, some with solid forms, others with translucent forms flickering in and out of focus, some hover near the doors of the patients rooms, their expressions a haunting blend of hope and despair and others drift aimlessly, looking at nothing in particular.  

The distant beeping of machines and the soft murmur of voices fills her ears as she searches for the man that led her this way. She finally spots him standing before the automatic glass doors of the unit. 

Reaching into her bag, she pulls out her earbuds, sticking them into her ears and keeps her head down, avoiding eye contact with the other ghosts as she makes her way over to him. "I can't go inside," she tells him. 

"I'm right there," he says pointing to one of the cubicles at the back of the room. She can just make out the end of the bed, but she can't confirm if it’s really him. 

“If you’re not dead, how can I see you?” she asks, more to herself than him.  

"How should I know?" he replies anyway. "You see the others, right?"  

"But they’re already dead," she answers.  

"How can you be so certain?" he asks out of curiosity.  

"You think there’s someone in there in a coma from the Joseon Dynasty era?" she says, motioning towards the woman at the end of the hall, her face etched with worry. "I bet she’s here because she’s watching over someone in there. You’d be surprised how many ancestors show up to welcome their family member into the afterlife. It makes it less scary to cross over into that dimension." She pauses, her gaze drifting back to the woman, who stands with her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "It’s like a welcoming committee," she continues. "They reassure them that they’re not alone and guide them over. It’s a beautiful thing, really.” 

His gaze turns to the woman, "So, you think that’s what’s happening here? That she’s just waiting for someone to join her so she can welcome them home?"

"It’s that, or she just doesn’t want her ancestor to be alone," she replies, her heart racing with the thrill of her own conviction. "It’s not just about the end of life. She could just be here watching over her entire bloodline, making sure they’re safe and healthy. It’s probably why she looks so worried.” 

“I guess you’ve been doing this a long time,” he says, turning his gaze towards her. 

“A very long time,” she sighs looking back inside the intensive care unit. “But this has never happened before. I’ve never seen or communicated with someone who’s in limbo.” 

Just as he opens his mouth to speak, someone calls out Y/N’s name. Her eyes widen as she turns, pulling her earbuds out. A blush creeps onto her cheeks as she greets the handsome man in a white coat. “Dr. Hong,” she says, bowing her head. 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you today” he smiles, causing Y/N’s heart to flutter and for a moment the situation she’s found herself in is a distant memory.  

“I—uh, I just dropped something off to Nari,” she stammers, feeling a little bashful. Joshua Hong, a doctor who transferred from America, seems to have that effect on anyone he comes across. There’s reason his nickname is the gentleman. He’s kind, polite and respectful to everyone, he doesn’t anger easily even in intense situations, and speaks with a soft, calming voice. He’s also incredibly handsome.  

She quickly snaps out of her little trance that she found herself in when the man who isn’t quite a ghost, loudly clears his throat from besides the doctor. Glancing at him, he doesn’t look impressed by the sudden interruption. Quickly looking back at Joshua, she continues “I-I also thought it would be a good time to stop by and see how my friend,” she looks out the corner of her eye at the man before focusing on the doctor again, “is doing.” 

“Who’s your friend?” Joshua asks, glancing down at the folders in his hands.  

“Uh-” she pauses, her eyes flickering between the doctor and the man she now realises she never got the name of. 

“Yoon Jeonghan,” he tells her. 

“Yoon Jeonghan,” she repeats and Jeonghan nods with a small triumphant smile. This is his chance to get some more answers. 

“I was handed his case this morning,” Joshua informs her. “I can’t really tell you anything but it’s a strange one. Just know that were doing everything we can to figure out what happened and why he won’t wake up.” 

“So, you don’t have anything?” she hears Jeonghan ask even though Joshua can’t hear him, the frustration from earlier resurfacing. “This is great,” he scoffs but his voice quickly turns to one of panic. “What if I’m like this forever? I can’t be like this forever.”  

“Oh,” she says, her look turning to one of sympathy when she hears the tone in Jeonghan’s voice. “Thank you for doing everything you can do,” she thanks Joshua. “Hopefully he wakes up soon.” 

“I hope so, too,” Joshua says reflecting her sympathy. “Well, I should get in there and start my rounds. It was good seeing you.” 

“You too,” she says, her heart not fluttering like it usually would when he said the last part. She watches him step inside the unit and make his way to the back of the room where Jeonghan pointed out the bed he was laying in. 

“Now you believe me,” he says and all she can do is nod. “Not even the doctors know what’s going on. What hope do I have if you don’t even know what’s going on?” he sighs, sounding defeated. “Maybe it all goes back to that weird guy. He must have done something to me. It’s the only explanation that I have.” 

“What weird guy?” she asks, now looking at him.  

“There was this weird guy that was leaning against my car, he was talking nonsense, then I passed out when I went to leave and woke up here, like this,” he explains. “He told me the person who can see me will know his name,” he adds looking at her, expectantly. 

“I don’t know anyone who would do that,” she tells him.  

“He also said something about the Gods,” he says, thinking back to the strange encounter.  

“The Gods?” she asks, surprised by his words. “If the God’s are involved, I’m not the person you’re looking for. I just see, feel and communicate with ghosts, that’s it.” 

He rolls his eyes, “I’m not exactly a ghost, am I? Yet, you can still see and talk with me.” 

“This- this is way above my pay grade,” she shakes her head, now trying to deny that this was happening. “Not that I get paid for it. I should go. I wish you luck with everything and I hope you find the answers you’re looking for.”  

“You can’t leave-” Jeonghan starts as Y/N begins to walk away at a fast pace, trying her best to put distance between them.  

She steps inside the elevator, her eyes connecting with Jeonghan’s desperate ones, one last time before the doors close. 

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[tgmsunmontue]

You look like a bad idea... 3/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - based on this idea here. Bradley is not a naval aviator. Canon deaths (it starts at Ice's funeral). Addiction and alcoholism (and recovery) mentions.

PART ONE TWO

PART THREE

                Jake feels very thoroughly taken apart, Bradley’s hands and mouth firm and soft and he cannot believe he’s getting a blowjob from Admiral Kazansky’s son in the guest bedroom of his house while Jake is wearing his navies. No one’ll believe him if he tells them, although Javy might make a damned good guess. He doesn’t bother trying to hold off, but still comes far too fucking quickly and he’s not sure if it’s Bradley’s apparent skill, the threat of getting caught, the time it’s been since he last got laid or a combination of all three. He sucks in shuddering breaths, twitches as Bradley removes the condom and wipes him with something.

                Jake opens his eyes and Bradley is tugging at his tie with one hand, shrugging off his jacket over his free shoulder and his shirt is dark grey. He clearly doesn’t care as much for his own clothes as he does for Jake’s uniform, is throwing the jacket toward the closet, followed by the tie and he’s working on his belt and Jake raises an eyebrow, because he’s fully dressed and he’s not complaining that Bradley is almost naked, both hands shoving down his pants and underwear, they join the rest of the pile. Except for his shirt, which he’s left on, cuffs still held shut with cufflinks.

                “Fuck you look good…” Bradley says and Jake can’t help the satisfied half-grin.

                “I am good…”

                “Yeah. Let’s see how good your mouth is hmm?”

                Jake fully expects to now reciprocate the blowjob, except Bradley is lying down at a fucking weird angle, kicking off blankets and pillows and Jake’s starting to wonder if this maybe isn’t just a random bedroom. If this is in fact Bradley’s bedroom.

                “Want your mouth on my chest… Just… fuck. Lick. Suck. Please. Careful of your fucking uniform… you can bite. Hard as you want… If you’re okay with that.”

                “Fuck…” Jake breathes. He appreciates the consideration, because yeah, his uniform is fucking expensive, but also he doesn’t give a flying fuck about it right now. He’s also still wearing his fucking shoes, which makes him cringe a little but Bradley clearly does not care. He shifts closer, doesn’t need to be asked or told twice, getting his mouth on the man laid out beside him is a solid plan. He licks over Bradley’s chest, fastens his mouth over a nipple and sucks, and Bradley lets out a deep groan which makes Jake feel a swoop of arousal. He sounds fucking gorgeous.

                “Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to mess you up and send you out there looking freshly fucked…” Bradley says, and Jake’s cock twitches and he groans, sound mingling with the noises Bradley is making. Bradley’s hand is fisting his cock, pace hard and fast, mouth spilling absolute filth and Jake is in the fucking Navy but still flushes at the imagery. Lets his teeth dig a little harder into Bradley’s chest, testing just how hard and feels the jerk of Bradley’s body, the flex of his muscles in his neck as he groans.

                “Fuck yes… mark me up… come on…”

                Oh. If that’s the aim here Jake can definitely comply and he lets his fingernails scrape over Bradley’s lower stomach, watches as the skin turns darker-pink in their wake, licks over the already red mark his teeth just left. He has to reach further for his other nipple, feels Bradley’s mouth ghost over his neck, moustache scraping in an unfamiliar way that Jake finds he quite likes; but then there are more words whispered in his ear.

                “Think you’d look so pretty on your knees for me… so good.”

                Jake licks over the nipple and then worries the nub between his teeth and tongue, pinches the other nipple between two fingers. Bradley’s entire torso arches off the bed, pressing closer and Jake has no mistakes that Bradley is very much into this. His breath is coming is hard pants, Jake can feel it against his hair, because Bradley is watching him, has grabbed a pillow and bunched it under his head, his hand a blur, head of his cock dark red when Jake catches a brief peek.

                “Fuck you’re pretty… Think you’d like to be good for me…” Jake smirks, because he knows he looks good and the fact that Bradley thinks so is a nice stroke to his ego.  “I don’t usually find the uniform very attractive, but got to say your ass is very eye catching… want to bite it.”

                “Oh fuck…” Jake breathes, and he sinks his teeth into the fleshy part of one of Bradley’s pecs, and then he feels his entire body go taut just before he shudders, hips twisting away from him and Bradley’s groaning, his hand still stroking, legs twitching with aftershocks and Jake wonders how long it’s been for him.

                “Fuck I needed that. Thank you…”

                “Happy to be of service…” Jake says with a laugh, because he still cannot believe he just did this. He’s a little embarrassed, won’t be mentioning it to anyone, but holy shit he would not turn down a repeat, Trace’s warning be damned. Bradley is laughing silently up at the ceiling, wiping his hand on the sheet and shaking his head a little.

                “You’re welcome to use the bathroom, maybe freshen up a little and check you’re all tucked in properly. You go out first. I’ll follow in a bit once I’ve changed…” Bradley says, and Jake supposes that makes sense. Bradley has far more of a reason to be walking around the house alone than Jake does.

                He’s quick about it, years of habit and practice enabling him to smooth and tidy his hair, have him looking neat as a pin in under a minute. No one will know. Not by looking at his clothes at least. His lips and neck are another story but there’s nothing he can do about that. Bradley is still laying in the bed, unmoved, spread eagled and looking smug. He still looks good.

                “Call me…”

                Jake grins, gives him a little head nod but he doesn’t ask for his number.

FOUR

[sugurusluts]

Zuko x mercenary!reader -part one

Do people still read Zuko x reader fics?

Mostly for my own amusement bc Zukos adorable- longer than my usual stuff! ♡︎

Warnings: none

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They had followed our little gang around the world, so it wasn’t hard to imagine they’d track Aang here, but they didn’t seem in any mood to strike.

I couldn’t help but feel defensive of the kingdom, even if the two were doing nothing but serving tea. I worked as a mercenary for whatever town seemed to need assistance. Despite not knowing any form of bending, I had connections, and that made me an asset.

Having worked around this place more times than I could count, I knew almost everyone. Most of everyone around town were good people, the type to invite you over for dinner just for giving them a hand in the fields.

Knowing someone like Zuko was around them made me uneasy, that was until Iroh approached me.

“Ah, a mercenary! What mercenary wouldn’t want to help a poor frail old man?” He whined dramatically, from behind me.

“Iroh” my hand tightened on my sword, I assumed there was an unspoken rule that neither group would bother eachother if they truly wanted to live in peace. Maybe I misread this dynamic?

“Good to see you too Y/N, you can losen your grip, im not here to fight you. I couldn’t care less about the Avatar, you know that”

I tilted my head in confusion, what else would he be here for? I couldn’t bring myself to believe he was now a hard working humble business man.

“Would you mind talking to me for just a minute, I’ll make it worth your while” he grinned, holding out a few gold coins he scrounged out of his pockets.

I caved from curiosity, following him as he walked me through a crowd, far away from his new little shop, leading me to a small alley.

“So..why did we have to go to an alleyway for this? Are you gonna mug me?”

“No such thing, I actually have a job for you”

I scoffed, the fuck made him think I’d want to take work from him? I turned on my heel, disappointed at the lack of information he gave me.

“Zuko’s lonely!”

I stopped in my tracks, turning back to Iroh, dumbfounded.

“Zuko’s lonely?”

“Painfully so, you know how hard it is to watch my nephew be such an introvert at his age?”

I rolled my eyes, “what does any of this have to do with me exactly?”

“Well, you could possibly help the poor boy out, couldn’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m asking you to ask him on a date”

“…”

“…”

Jesus fucking Christ he can’t be serious right now.

“You want me to ask the guy who’s tried to kill my friend more times than I can count on a date?”

“Precisely!”

“…Iroh, I’m not a prostitute, I’m not asking Zuko out for cash. He wouldn’t even agree to it either, he’d recognize me.”

The man sighed, pulling out a fabric bag filled to the brim with gold coins. God Zuko was a lost cause.

“Lay on the charm, and maybe he will!”

He dropped the bag in my hand, holy shit was it heavy..

“…fine”

I never thought I’d end up asking Zuko, the fire lords son out on a date, but here we are.

I sauntered into the tea shop, greeting locals as I made my way to where Zuko was pouring.

Carefully filling the cup, he didn’t notice as I leaned against the counter he was behind. I rested my chin in my hands, looking him up and down.

It has been quite a while since I saw him last, longer hair suited him.

When he finally noticed me, he took a double take, stumbling while trying to hold the cup steady.

“…Y/N..?” He asked almost timidly, as if he didn’t want to believe I was standing infront of him.

“Hey, you remember my name, aren’t you sweet?”

He went quiet, still staring at me as if he was seeing a ghost. He pushed past me, going to deliver tea to a table. What a good little worker.

He returned to where I was standing, starting to wash dishes, ignoring my presence.

“What’s your name?”

“..what?”

“Your name, you’re not still going by Zuko here are you?”

He flinched as I used his real name, his eyes flicking between mine and his dishes.

“..Lee. Why are you here?”

“Can’t I visit my favorite prince?”

He stiffened at the praise. “…are you planning on fighting me?”

“No, the opposite actually”

He furrowed his eyebrows in a surprisingly cute fashion.

“Going from Avatar hunter to waiter must be a real boring change of pace for you, huh?”

He didn’t answer, still washing dishes.

“How about you let me make it more interesting for you?”

“..what?”

“I’m asking you out Lee”

He didn’t say anything to that. He simply blinked comedically, his eyes wide.

I gave him time, I wasn’t going to rush him. Iroh did not have the same curtsy.

“Ah welcome to our Shop miss, what tea do you fancy?”

“..I’m not the biggest fan of tea, I’m here because I fancy something else”

Zukos face turned an impossible shade of red, I thought steam may come out of ears if I kept this up.

“Oh? And what are you referring to?” Iroh couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“Your nephew of course”

“Oh! Well a night out couldn’t hurt, right Lee?”

He whipped his head back and forth between his uncle and I in disbelief.

“Uncle, you know who this is don’t you?!”

Iroh studied me up and down.

“A humble mercenary looking for a date?”

“You’re exactly right” I smiled knowingly at Iroh, despite him technically being my enemy this exchange was a little fun.

“I don’t see why not Lee! Aren’t they cute?” Iroh gestured to me as if this was completely normal.

“Yeah Lee, aren’t I cute?” *i lean over the counter, invading his personal space.

Poor thing was absolutely floored as he whipped his head between me and Iroh trying to figure out if he was the weird one for being suspicious.

“If this is some sort of ploy to-“ he glares me, but it’s hard to take him seriously with such a red face.

“-I’ll pay for dinner, alright? All you have to do is have fun and look pretty. How about I come back at 7?” I didn’t know I had this much game until now. Why wasn’t I using this power for good before?

“The Shop will be closed by then, no reason to decline” Iroh looks up at his flustered nephew. How long would it take for the poor boy to crack?

“..fine..if you’re not here by exactly seven, I’m not going”

What a brat.. this was going to be an interesting date.

“I’ll be on time, don’t worry your pretty little head. I have business to attend to, I’ll be seeing you Lee” I wink at him, amused at how..affection starved he seemed.

He spun back around, his back facing me, but I could see the blush on his face starting to reach his neck..

Iroh was going to owe me much more than a bag of coins for this.

[milkteaarttime]

First Date

this is the first half and the happier part of the first date. I hope everyone enjoys this cheesy piece of writing lol. (Edited)

Never in Hesh’s life had he thought waiting for the following weekend to arrive could be this torturous. After he and Latte exchanged contact information, the pair began texting when their busy schedule would allow it. The contents of their chat weren’t extraordinary or very detailed. It mainly consisted of good mornings, sending each other pictures of their food when it was meal times, a few memes, chatting about how Hesh saw a recruit get his ass handed to him by Merrick, and stories about Latte being hounded by patients’ families. They would often end their day with a goodnight and something about looking forward to seeing each other on Saturday, the decided day of their date. Just a week after when they first met. 

The days leading up to Saturday have been crawling at a snail's pace, and every second of the day felt stagnant, at least on Hesh’s end. His excitement to see her again was palpable when Saturday finally arrived. There's an almost uncharacteristic spring in his step. A crooked smile keeps creeping back onto his face despite Merrick yelling at him to stay focused during training drills and wipe ‘That damn smirk’ off his face. Even Elias watched in confusion as his eldest son sat on a raised ledge, kicking and swinging his legs during lunch. Elias locked eyes with Logan, nodding his head in Hesh’s direction with a questioning look as if asking ‘What's up with your brother?’ Logan simply shrugged, pretending to be unsure. 

Hesh didn’t want to admit it, but he felt giddy. The rest of the Ghosts can tell something good happened to him, but every time someone inquires, he comes up with an excuse and avoids the question. Citing that he was simply excited about having some free time this weekend, which wasn’t exactly a lie. 

For Latte, the week sped by fast. Opposite to how Hesh experienced it, for her the days leading up to the date were a blur. She told her brother, Viktor, about how she has a date lined up. The news was met with a thumbs-up emoji and a ‘FINALLY. Took ya long enough’ from Viktor.

Other than texting Hesh and kicking her feet on the bed like a teenage girl (unaware that Hesh was doing the same.) All she did was wake up to work, fight with her manager about her assignments at work, eat and meal prep, and fall asleep when she could no longer keep her eyes open to look at her phone. It was already Saturday morning before she knew it. After a lengthy battle over the phone with her manager, She informs her that she absolutely cannot come in, no matter how big of a bonus was offered. Hanging up before her manager tries to offer Latte her first born child in exchange, she giddily picks up her phone and shoots him a quick morning message.

‘Morning Hesh, can’t wait to see you again :)’

Latte waits for him to read her text, the 3 dots signifying his incoming response. She smiled wearily as she sipped on her tea, hoping it would drown the stupid butterflies—no, the swarm of agitated hornet nest of nerves in her stomach. She isn’t a stranger to dates, she has been on a few in high school and some casual relationships in her early college years. Nothing came of those brief connections. Unfortunately, as excited about this date as she was, she was just as crestfallen. Already believing that this connection with Hesh may not last or develop further. A part of her wishes to become something special with Hesh, or anyone. However, Him being a part of a special task force that is known for its elusiveness only adds to her anxiety. Especially with the current situation in the States being so dire. A simple first date or a stable relationship that would otherwise be mundane, are now a rarity. Not to mention trying for a successful long-term relationship with a soldier would be even more complicated. But it has been 4 years since she came to the States, 4 years she hasn't seen anyone. 

The notification sound of her phone perks her attention.

‘Mornin’! I’m excited to see you as well! Is the place I mentioned is still okay for you?’ 

‘Of course! I enjoy a nice scenery :)’

’Great! See you then!’

’See ya :)’

Hesh chuckled, liking the frequent smiley faces she would put after her texts in place of proper punctuation, and put his phone back in his pocket. The rest of the day went by, with him rushing through his routines, and getting concerned looks from his teammates. 

“So, what's the hurry man?” Kick asked as he strolled up to the water station where Hesh was taking a drink from the fountain. Intercepting him for questioning.

“You got something special coming up?” He teased as he filled his water bottle next to Hesh. Determined to get some answers. Hesh hesitates before answering him, rubbing the short hairs on his buzzed head awkwardly.

“Uh...something like that.”

”A date with that little nurse?”

”Ye— Wait how’d you know?”

”Logan.”

”Goddamn it.”

Kick chortled at Hesh’s annoyed reaction. He gulps down some water, before speaking up once more.

”Where are you taking her?” 

“That pond nearby.”

“Ooh, I take Livi there sometimes when she's back from the border. There ain't much to do here, but the ponds nice. Have fun you two.”

With a light smack of encouragement to Hesh’s back, Kick leaves him to his thoughts. After Odin, there weren't many places for a proper date. Sure, new places are slowly popping up again, but this country is still considered an active warzone. Gone are the traditional courting spots. No more fancy Italian restaurants, fun bowling alleys, or adorable Asian cafes that Hesh was used to in Socal. It was between the aforementioned pond and some dingy bar just outside the base. And he does NOT want to expose Latte to rough and rowdy military folk that loitered there. 

Upon arriving back in his room, Hesh began to sift through his bleak closet. Brushing past his heavy-duty uniforms and gear, he glanced at the options. Many plain-coloured army-issued shirts, 4 pairs of cargo pants, and 3 of the same black beanies greet him. He tsked, annoyed by his lack of choice before picking out what he usually wore and running to the showers. Since he was only planning to share a small meal, and chat while enjoying the scenery of the pond, he prayed Latte would forgive his lacklustre wardrobe. He wished that they could have met under better circumstances, then he would have the chance to take her on a proper date. 

Running to the cafeteria after most of the soldiers had cleared out, he managed to convince (bribe) a cook to make him a couple of burgers so he could bring them out to share with her. Swiping a few extra ketchup packets and shoving them in the bag, he checks his phone for any updates.

‘I will be here in about 5 mins!’ 

Latte’s text from 10 minutes ago reads. He jumps to his feet and speed walks(bolted) to the entrance of the base. By the time he got to the gate, She was already there, standing by the guards and chatting casually with them. Her familiar silhouette was illuminated by the last rays of daylight.

“Latte!” He called out to her, waving as he reached her. She snapped her head to the sound of his voice and beamed, giving him a small hug. After she quickly waved goodbye to the guards, the pair walked towards the pond’s location, with Hesh leading the way.

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“Woah…”

The pond Hesh led her to was not a small one. It was surrounded by sand, and almost resembled a small beach of sorts. Lots of trees from the woods surround them, adding a nice private seclusion for the pair. With a few rectangle-shaped stone blocks acting as a staircase, they walked down to get closer to the water. Finding a large dried driftwood log, Latte and Hesh sat down, relaxing and resting their legs.

”How do you like it?”

Hesh watched Latte as she swept her gaze across the body of water, taking in the beautiful scenery of the pond, the colours from the start of a sunset bleeding into it. A Cool breeze picks up, rippling the water. It laced through the layers of her hair, fluttering it around her face and shoulders. She runs a hand through her fringes, getting the hair out of her face before looking back at Hesh to answer him.

“The water is gorgeous…I didn’t know there was a pond this close!” She gave a squinting smile, a rosy blush across her cheeks. Too shy to tell him that the dark green of the water reminded her of his eyes.

‘Yeah, gorgeous…’ He thinks, but not about the scenery at all, his eyes lingered on her form as the two basked in the cool evening air. After a little while, he recalls the bag of food he brought. He takes it out, not wanting it to get cold.

“I got something for us. I remember you mentioned loving cheeseburgers, so I got the cook at the base to make some!”

“Oh my gosh, thank you! You didn't have to!”

Latte gratefully accepts it, feeling the warmth of the burger radiate out the tin foil and into the pal of her hands. At the same time, a fuzzy feeling stirred in her chest.

“Oh before I forget, here!” Latte took out a container, opened it and showed its contents to Hesh.

“They are Portuguese-Cantonese style egg tarts, it's a staple in Chinese bakeries!”

”Oh wow, where’d you get these? I don’t think any Chinese bakeries exist around here.” Hesh picked up a tart, observing the flaky buttery crust and the perfectly charred sweet egg filling.

“Hehe, I made these! My family used to serve these at our restaurant, I was the only person who knew how to make them in the family, they were very popular with kids and adults!” 

“You made these? They look incredible!” 

The two began eating and enjoying each other’s company under the setting sun. Casual conversation regarding hobbies, music, and childhood stories were exchanged. stopping to offer a napkin to the other, and pointing out crumbs or sauce near each other’s cheeks. The sound of their laughter absorbed and hidden from the rest of the world by the wide open space of the pond. After the food was all gone, a deeper conversation began taking place.

”You said your family owned a restaurant?”

“We had a small Chinese place in Canada! My brother and I helped out every day, he manned the register while I was cooking and taking orders.”

“Oh you got a brother too? Is he close to you in age?”

”Mhmm! We are a little more than a year apart!Speaking of family, Commander Walker is your father no? I noticed you all have the same last name.”

”Yep, we are all military since he inspired us and trained us for it. I was shocked when he told me and Logan that we get to join him in the task force.”

”That's incredible, I think it's wonderful that you can have your dad and brother in one place.”

“How about your family? Are they still in the restaurant business?”

Latte freezes a little before recollecting herself. Flashing a small melancholic smile. 

“My parents are gone. It's just me and my brother after Odin—“

“Oh I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have—“

“No no! It's okay, you didn't know.” She put a hand on his shoulder and reassures him before continuing.

”We were on our way to Washington from BC, we were just out of the immediate blast radius, but still close enough to be possibly fatal, my brother and I managed to make it out…My parents just weren't so lucky I suppose.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she tries to frame the horrific experience as lightheartedly as she can, wanting to keep the atmosphere somewhat comfortable for Hesh. And to avoid dampening the mood any further.

“It's honestly such a freak accident, we sure know how to pick a day for the vacation.” She sarcastically jokes, voice trembling. An unfruitful way to distract herself from the memories resurfacing. 

“It's the first time our family got to have a chance to vacation…in the 14 years since we immigrated to Canada…”

It started with Latte turning to see a bright glare from her brother’s side of the car window, and before her mind can processed what she witnessed, a strong blast knocked over trees, snapped road signs, and destroyed most of the vehicles on that road. She remembers waking up to her mother screaming her name from the passenger seat, the shrill car alarms from the surrounding damaged cars, and a ringing in her ear. The sticky feeling of her blood dripping down her forehead into her eyes from a cut. The crumpled metal frames of the car encased them, trapping her parents in the front. Hearing her mom’s pleas to get Viktor out, and her wishes for Latte to care for her brother. Not realizing those would be her mother’s last words. Seeing her father’s blood-drenched face and body, he was killed from the moment the shockwave flipped them. She remembers stumbling and dragging an unconscious and equally injured Viktor out to a safe distance, before returning and attempting to get her mother out of the flaming vehicle. Futile as her mother died not long after she got her brother out. The hot metal seared her palms as she yanked at the handle on the mangled car door. The sharp pain of glass shards embedded in her back with every yank she attempted. The pungent smell of burned flesh, plastic, and leather stung her sinuses. She remembers wailing and crying for help among the sea of flames and destruction, and trying to wake Viktor up—

”—Atte!! LATTE!”

Hesh’s clear voice snapped her out of her thoughts, she looked at him, her sight blurred with tears threatening to spill over. Quickly wiping them away, she opens her mouth to try and apologize to him for making it awkward when suddenly, Hesh pulled her into his chest.

“It's okay, you are okay, don’t apologize for being vulnerable.” He immediately attempts to ground her back to reality. Rubbing her back in a comforting way.

“Listen to my heartbeat, and breathe. You were having a flashback”

Wrapping her arms around his torso, she pressed her ear against his broad chest. She listened to the ‘lub dub’ of his heart. Shakily inhaling and exhaling, taking in the scent of his cologne. The blended notes of cedar wood, bergamot and lavender gradually eases her. They stay like this for a little while. Hesh only letting go of her when her breathing stabilizes and no longer trembling in his arms.

A moment of silence goes by, with neither of them saying anything for different reasons. Latte feeling that she ruined the date with her flashback, rubbing her arms awkwardly. Hesh feels guilty for triggering her and causing her be transported back to the traumatic experience of ODIN. Eventually, he speaks up first. 

”Hey…Uh, I enjoyed the time I spent with you today." he mustered out, and glanced up at the edges of the horizon, watching the final moments of the sunset. 

“Aren’t you uncomfortable with me? After all that...”  she trailed off, her eyes studying the muscles on his face. Trying to catch even a twitch of a negative expression.

”Not at all, I am no stranger to traumatic flashbacks, and neither is anyone in our team. You must have gone through really tough times, I’m sorry about your parents.”

He reached out and enveloped her hand with his larger one. Feeling his heart race, he swallows down his nerves and decides to get the question out of his system.

”I know it's sudden, and it's only our first date. I also know that things are risky and unstable right now.” He sighs, before drawing in a deep breath.

”But I like you, and I wanna see how this goes. Wou—Would you…be my girlfriend?” He finally spits out the question. Waiting anxiously for her response.

”Girlfriend? Like a serious relationship or casual? I mean, uh…It's a yes to both but I just wanted, you know...to clarify.” Latte stuttered, stunned by the turn of events. Since she was so sure he was gonna give her the ‘I-had-a-good-time-but-we-might-not-work-together-but-I-wish-you-the-best’ type of rejection.

“Let's do it seriously, I never liked casual stuff.” He affirms giving her a bright smile, observing the expression on her face shift from disbelief to relief. She wraps her arms around him tightly once more.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend Hesh!”

(Its 6 am hahah i gotta sleep. Sorry for any errors im so out of it, thankyou @blacktacmopsi for letting me reference her OC Livi❤️❤️❤️)

[good-beanswrites]

Haruka getting possessed and while he is he’s causing chaos and he throws Shidou like a rag doll

👀👀👀 Ohhh this got my brain spinning... (I went for ghost possession scene before hearing your angel/demon thoughts, but both have so much potential omg) Thank you for the ask pal!!

Shidou rolled over in his sheets, perfectly prepared to continue sleeping until the shadow staring at him from outside his cell jump started his pulse.

His hand instinctively shot to the side of the bed before he realized he wasn’t in his home, and this wasn’t an intruder. “Wh-what –” the hell? “What is the matter?” Thanks to years of practice his voice stayed entirely steady.

There was only silence in reply.

He placed a palm on his chest, taking a steady breath. He squinted at the shape of the silhouette against the bars. “Kusunoki-kun, is that you? Is everything alright?”

Her head shook. 

“...Okay. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He got out of bed, looking around for his first aid kit.

“It’s Haruka-kun,” she said, her voice hushed. It was as if she were afraid to be heard, but they both knew the warden was asleep by now.

“Is he injured?” It was a good sign that Muu hadn’t seemed frantic, but middle of the night doctor calls were never good. 

“He… hasn’t been himself. The way he’s acting, the things he’s doing…” She paused, trying to choose her words. “Muu is scared…”

Grabbing his supplies, Shidou joined her in the doorway. He placed a hand on her shoulder, offering a warm smile. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s always frightening when someone you love is going through this. Depression and stress often cause people to act in strange ways. They seem like they’re entirely different people.”

Muu shook her head again, this time with more urgency.

“Shidou-san. Do you…” she looked like she was getting up her courage. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Ghosts?” He blinked. “If Sakurai-kun is saying it was something otherworldly that hurt him, he probably wants to spare you the pain of the truth. That he –”

“– That wasn’t Muu’s question!” She clasped her hands together, looking over her shoulder at the empty panopticon. “Do you believe they exist?”

Shidou frowned. He wasn’t the spiritual type. As any grieving man, he’d catch glimpses of his son around the prison now and then. It was a natural, neurological response to the guilt and distress they were under – even Kazui admitted to thinking he saw his wife around the dark corridors. 

Shidou opened his mouth to reply. 

A scream echoed into the dark. Yuno’s. 

Muu ran into Shidou’s cell as he tried to leave, pushing him back. “It’s not him!” She cried as Shidou tore himself away. “It’s not Haruka!”

He burst out, making it only a step or two before he froze.

Haruka stood a few feet away, an arm raised post-strike. Yuno scrambled away from him on the ground. She made it to her feet, running to Shidou. She had no visible injuries, but her eyes had never looked so panicked before.

“I just wanted to help. I saw him struggling and I just – and he –”

Muu’s arm reached out from the cell and pulled Yuno inside. Shidou let her go, turning his attention back to Haruka. The others were just coming to their doors to see what the screaming had been about. 

“Friends… All these friends…” Haruka’s breathing was heavy. Shidou cursed himself for letting Muu’s words cloud his judgment, but it truly did sound as if it wasn’t his own voice, as if he were playing a part. “All these friends and it still wasn’t enough? Greedy… You’re so greedy…”

Psychological breaks look different in everyone, Shidou reminded himself. Haruka was scared. That was why he hit Yuno. That was why he was speaking strangely now. He was doubting who was friend or foe and lashing out regardless. Shidou had seen this countless times. 

He didn’t know why he felt the need to rationalize things.

“Why…” The boy was hugging himself. “I was your friend… so why?”

Shidou stepped forward. Haruka’s head snapped up to look at him. “Stay back!”

“Sakurai-kun, it’s alright. I’m going to come a bit closer.” He placed the first aid kit on the ground, showing Haruka his empty hands. “I’m not going to harm you. It’s dark, so I would like to get a good look at you. I want to be sure –”

Haruka howled with laughter. It was unbearably bitter, and quickly dissolved into more heaving breaths of rage. “That’s what this has always been about! You want to look? LOOK!”

The floor beneath Shidou trembled. The lights in the panopticon flickered. The guard’s tower in the center, which had laid dormant along with Es, now rumbled to life. The huge spotlight moved on its own. It flashed through the room, the blinding beam landing on Haruka.

He certainly didn’t look like himself, either. His eyes were wild, and the light reflected oddly in them. His body was held with more confidence. More anger. His frown twitched, as if he wasn’t used to using those muscles in that way.

Shidou was having a harder time rationalizing things. 

“I just want to help you.”

“That’s all I ever wanted!” He shrieked. He balled his hands into fists. “All I ever wanted was to be there for him! And look what happened to me!”

 He screamed once, and the prison bell rang along with him. It shouldn’t have been ringing at this hour.

Then, a sudden calm settled over him. His arms dropped at his sides. The tower light flickered once, then shut off. The prison was plunged into complete darkness. The others, who’d been watching in stunned silence from a distance, gasped.

“It’s what will happen to you, too.”

It was the last thing Shidou heard before he felt something slam into him from the side. His feet left the ground. Haruka hadn’t laid a hand on him, nor would he have the strength to throw him like that, and yet he careened through the air until connecting with the guard’s tower.

His head throbbed. He couldn’t draw himself up. He groaned in pain. The prisoners called to him, and he heard running footsteps.

Shidou made a sound of protest as Haruka’s hands wrapped around his throat. 

Not-Haruka spoke again. “If I wasn’t good enough for him, no one is.” 

“You won’t look at him ever again.” 

[maidragoste]

Hi love! Just my 5 cents in

I feel like there’s going to be a shift in their relationship when maybe Aelor gets accused of something and Baelon stands up for him, that can definitely be a bridge to start a new stronger relationship with each other. And it also surprises the reader because she realizes the duality of him instead of seeing the Daemon side of him. Like with the way Baelon starts to stand up for Aelor (even threatening using dragonfire) he sees HER Jace and it just breaks her cause one of her more haunting gut wrenching ghosts FINALLY shows up and she sees that Baelon is not the Rhaenyra/Daemon thing that angered her all of those years ago and also with this realizes she’s been putting the anger that she had towards them onto Baelon.

The mental breakdown the reader would have when she’s pondering and she sees Baelon walking the hallways and within the gaps of shade and sun by the collum foundations of the castle as he walks in the shadows she would see Daemon and in the light she would see Jace, would be INSANE.

I wonder what Aemond would think if Baelon and Alyssa were to say that they will go with thier dragons and be never seen again and also the readers reaction to Aemond being like “They’re going to do what we couldn’t, why can’t you accept they fell in love like we did? I’m not losing my son and daughter Y/N, I won’t have it”

And when Aemond gives dark sister to Baelon OOOFF

OKAY ANON, THIS IS INSANE. THE ONE WHO IS HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN IS ME. "HER JACE" DESTROYED ME 😭😭

Jacaerys is the one Reader loved the most, he is the one she misses the most and continues to cry for him. Honestly I always thought that Reader saw traces of Jace in Aemon but then she sees Baelon defending Aelor and suddenly she realizes that he has Jace stuff too. As you say, she has a breakdown and she doesn't quite know what to think. She begins to see Baelon with different eyes, she tries to give him the benefit of the doubt instead of getting angry at any problem. She sometimes still sees the Daemon in him but she forces herself to focus on the good parts, on Jace.

About Baelon and Alyssa, I can see they try to defend themself from Reader's fury by saying "Father and you got married in secret too. You can't be mad at us for doing the same. Uncle Egg and Aunt Jaehaera did too and you didn't make this scandal "

Aemond wouldn't let his children go, he would definitely have the dragons chained in Dragon's Pit so they couldn't leave. In this fight he is on the side of his children so he confronts Reader.

"They are right. You can't be mad at them, you would be a hypocrite because we did the same"

"Can't you see it? That's exactly the problem. We raise them expecting them to be better than us and they make the same mistakes we do."

Your words were like a slap to Aemond.

"Was our marriage a mistake?" he questioned, still unable to believe what you just said. All these years together, and you always thought that way about the two of you?

"Aemond, I love you and you know it, if I didn't love you then I wouldn't have married you." Aemond knew that you weren't lying to him, he could see the love in your eyes, it was impossible to fake that kind of love but even so your words hurt him. "But we were selfish doing it. We knew that sooner or later there would be a war, we knew that our marriages were important because we could get allies for our families but we didn't care… Just like Baelon and Alyssa didn't care about putting at risk our relationship with the North. Now my sweet girl has to pay the consequences!" you burst into tears and Aemond hugged you tightly, it also hurt him to think of Daella going to the North. He sensed that your anger was also related to the future departure of your baby. "We should have sent Alyssa North as soon as she was born!"

Reader and Egg having Daemon's flashbacks when they see Baelon using the sword 😭😭

Anyway anon, I really loved reading your thoughts. I hope to hear from you again soon and that you are well 🥰🥰💖💖

btw, next time you can choose an emoji so I know who you are

[imaginefan]

I'll Try *Part 4*

Klaus Mikaelson!Platnoic X Male!Reader Damon Salvatore!Father X Son!Reader

Word Count: 1075

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Hello can I have a part 4 of I'll try where the sons mother comes back as a ghost to haunt Damon telling him to nor give up on their son and to ditch Elena. The son sees Kol and Esther makes the son have witch powers as well as a vampire to make Klaus join her side but the son uses it to protect Klaus and Hayley and Hope. One day the son ends up getting sick with something Bonnie made a curse as revenge for the son killing Jeremy ( he is back again ) and him saving Katherine. He is on a high fever and Hayley is wiping his hair and Kol and Freya and Davina are trying everything to find a way to stop this and the son says " Dad can you bury me next to my mom." He calls Klaus dad then he says " Tell Damon Salvatore and Stefan Salvatore there past life is gone because they only care and a DoppleSlut and tell Kitty Kat thank you for a chance. He closes his eyes for an hour than he shoots up because he feels lot better and everyone hugs him. What he doesn't know is that Klaus loves him so much like a brother and son he called Damon Salvatore and begged him to make Bonnie stop the curse and he also swore no retaliation from his family unless the son died So Damon had Jeremy make Bonnie stop. The son became the unofficial Mikaelson the whole family liked him so he was called Anthony Mikaelson.

*Part 3*

“Damon.” Damon jumped awake, his eyes moving to the body next to him, there she stood the love he lost (Y/M/N). “What are you doing here? You're dead.” He frowned as he moved away from her, he realised that they were sitting in his bedroom at the boarding house. “Don’t give up on him.” She pleaded “he needs you, he needs someone to rely on and you can still help him.” “He killed Jeremy, do you know what that did to Elena?” He asked. “Why do you care? She is not your family, she should not be the one you prioritise.” She glared at him. “He’s your son but he is my son too, he has yet to realise the gift that I have given him but it is only a matter of time.”

Damon jumped out of the dream as he looked around, he wanted to help you but he was sure that you didn’t want the help, not to mention the trouble that you had caused that he now had to fix.

You stood in front of Esther and Kol “do you know what your mother was?” She asked. “My mother?” You asked. “A human.” You frowned. “No quite, you see from what I can figure out your mother may have been a siphoner, but you never unlocked any connection to magic so you wouldn’t have noticed it when you were human.” Esther explained. “So what are you saying?” You asked. “That you might be able to use magic and that is going to help you stand with me and protect the people that you care about, you know he lied about this too.” Kol explained and you looked at him. “It will, how am I supposed to unlock it?” You asked. “I can force the connection open, it’s going to hurt and it’s going to take some time to learn magic but I promise that it will be worth it.” Esther said and you looked between them both waiting for any unease between them but it seemed that they both believed the plan they had presented you with. You knew that they were lying about the overarching reason for doing it but you needed the extra power if you were going to be of any use to Klaus. “Then do it.” You nodded.

You walked into the courtyard, Klaus could sense that there was something different but you had spoken to him about this plan before you had even gone to Esther “I assume you were correct about what they wanted.” He said as he looked at you. “I was.” You nodded. “They said that my mother was a siphoner and that meant that I had dormant magic energy in me, that your mother awakened.” “Really?” He asked. “Mmm, I still have to learn how to use them but it’s worth it in the end I think.” You explained and he nodded. You smiled as you attempted to step forward, stopped in your tracks, dizziness took over your whole body. “(Y/N) are you okay?” Klaus asked as he reached his hand out to touch steady you, it was then that he felt how hot you were “what’s going on? Elijah helped him back to his room, I think I need to talk to our mother.”

Klaus didn’t take long to get to Esther “What did you do to him?” He asked. “Your prized possession?” Esther asked. “He chose to fight with me.” She smirked. “And now he’s sick, is this you're doing!?” You asked. “What?” She asked “I wanted him to kill you, he serves no purpose if he can not do that, why would I make him sick.” “Then why is he sick?” Klaus asked. “Let me see him.” Esther ordered, Klaus grit his teeth, he knew that he had no option, he didn’t know how to fix it, he didn’t even know who had cursed you so instead he nodded. “Save him.” Klaus ordered. “I doubt that I can save him but I might be able to track the curse back, spell like that, leave a trail, maybe I can tell you who is responsible, they are the only ones that can lift the curse.” Esther explained. “Hurry up.” Klaus ordered.

It only took Esther 30 minutes to find out that the course had come from Mystic Falls and by extension the only witch there Bonnie Bennett. Kol, Freya and Davina had started looking for a cure incase Bonnie refused to remove it but they had no luck yet. Hayley had taken to wiping your brow of sweat and keeping you comfortable, she had no magical knowledge or power so this was the best that she could do. Klaus came in to see you but everyone could tell that you were struggling now, it had only been a couple of days but the curse had taken hold quickly. “Dad…” You called out and for a second Klaus was angry that it was until you grabbed his wrist calling his attention back to you £can you bury me with mum?” You asked. “And tell Damon Salvatore and… Stefan Salvatore that the life that they knew was over, they left it behind when they chose that Doppelganger over family…” You breathed out “tell Kitty Kat thank you.” Klaus watched you settle again before he left the room ordering the others to watch you before he stepped out to make a call. “What?” The person on the other end of the call asked. “Damon this is the only time that you will get this deal, you tell you witch to lift the curse on (Y/N), if it’s lifted now there will be no retaliation and we’ll leave you be but if he dies, I will come back to avenge him no matter what I have to go through to do so.” Klaus ordered. “Jeremy talk to Bonnie about the curse, get it lifted.” He heard Damon order. “You better hope that the hunter can come through.” Klaus said.

An hour later you were walking again, Klaus seemed to relax after that, everyone did. Hayley was smiling again , Freya checked you over to make sure that you were okay before leaving you to sit in the courtyard with Klaus. “Thank you all for staying with me.” You finally said. “Of course you are a part of this family.” Klaus smiled. “(Y/N) Mikaelson.” “I like that.” You said “Thank you.”

*Part 5*

Requests and general question!

[ray935sworld]

Hello, hello) it's me? yes, finally 👻. I’ve got my nails done, so now I could use 💅 just for fun (I feel better if you're interested, but anyway)

I hope you've been doing well lately. I'm sorry that the last ask may have seemed passive-aggressive to you, I HONESTLY AND SINCERELY wrote it only with love and respect. (and probably with a bunch of mistakes…) English is not my native language and the semantic structure of sentences and grammar suffer from this, once again I am very sorry about it.

And FINALLY, I finally finished that wonderful chapter of my favorite divorce. Luka is my dearest stronghold of the mind, and I love him for that. I sincerely believe him, he seems so loving and caring to David, I'm glad that Marc gave him another chance.

BUT with all this fuss, I almost forgot that Marc doesn't even know what caused Mr. "I'm delusional " to behave like this and only now hears the reason. Is it horrible, did he not know the reason all this time??! What a nightmare. What a crazy hell he lives in. Oh, my dear Marc, you're wonderful, you absolutely don't deserve it.

AND yes, the scene with David is terrible, really scary and painful, and even if I understand Vale’s position (which is crazy and delusional as fuck, because it is Marc there is no way, absolutely no way, he can do that) - he believes that he was betrayed, his actions make sense, but damn it, even if you believe he is not yours, is just disgusting. Disgusting behavior. You solemnly assured me that he would answer for it, well... I'm waiting, I really have to grind my teeth, well, it's not that easy, but I'm trying.

As a wonderful @calia23 already said «MY BABY MY POOR BABY! VALENTINO DID IT ON PURPOSE! I JUST KNOW! That he crawls on his knees isn't enough, I need him to suffer!!!», Thank you so much for this.

Thank you for reading my essay,

A thousand kisses to you and your writing 💖

P.S., jokes aside, ghost-anon is absolutely love, please don't change it. Another thousand kisses 💕)

OMG HEEEY MY DEAR 👻 ANON. It's so good to hear from you again!!!

Well, what else can I say except ✨💅SLAY 💅✨

And oh I'm so sorry if it seemed like that passive aggressive was meant in a rude way. I definitely understood it like fun passive aggressive like that "you made me cry with Santi WHY?" I just read it in my head that way and thought it was funny. And please ABSOLUTLY NO WORRIES about english grammar or spelling and stuff like that. I'm not a native speaker either and I love learning languages so I totally understand the struggles. Feel free to describe if there's a word you use in your native langue that you see fitting in a situation but there no equal translation, if you want to. I really don't mind.

So about the divorce AU - OH LUCA MY LOVE 💕 when thinking about his place, making him the loving uncle even post divorce wasn't even up for debate.

And about the question if/ what Marc knew for the reason, so Marc definitely knew that Vale assumed that David isn't his son. I mean in this AU Vale even tells the press. And they had a few fights about this (and the dangerous racing still exists but is only a minor part) At a later point, I'll definitely take the fights they had during the last weeks/ months of their relationship into account and describe them. So Marc knew about the reason (that Vale believed that David isn't his biological son) but I really wanted to kind of highlight Vale's view (which will come back later too! There's a lot of figuring out to do) to show why he reacts so strongly.

I mean Vale's accusation and behavior is very extrem especially cause it is towards two people he considered the people he loves the most in the world. So I feel like the explanation that he sees David as the physical prove of the betrayal is important to understand Vale's view (even if it's wrong and he is delusional but he doesn't believes he is delusional and yes I will milk this part so much you won't believe it! Trust me, my goal is it to make you feel sorry for Vale)

And I love writing disgusting action that have somehow an understable reason so this is also just me being mean in writing ☺️😈

OH AND THAT MAN WILL SUFFER. Mentally (and physical) definitely. But be aware that this AU will kind of take very long. I hope to write soon a little more and then get to the part where I can make the chapters longer but the real suffering Vale part will only be after a little more poor David moments

OH YES @calia23 really brought it to the point. Absolutely lovely. She's amazing. Totally stunning. She is also the one helping me with all this and helps developing many rough ideas and concept. Literally I sent her essay messages after essay messages and not only does she actually reads them but she comments and ask about it!!! MUCH LOVE AND KISSES TO HER! 💕💕💕

And oooh, thank you so much, thousand kisses to you too! I'm so thankfuk for your sweet message :)

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I have returned with more Fanart! Is it a surprise anymore?

Now what is surprising is that this isn’t towards the ChimeraEmmet Au by @raisans-art like I seem to have been doing a lot recently. I have other AUs I love and even some ideas of my own for the possible future. But just in case you thought I was over with that…

There are things possibly in the works towards that what if, though as I said in a previous post that’s gonna take at least a week if not more since I have multiple projects I’m working on(also before anyone ask, that and every project I do with the twins is PLATONIC. Even the chimeras that aren’t them anymore, the twins are still brothers. I will never ship them, it’s all platonic family stuff)

But with that out of the way, what this post is really about: the Submas Tournament! This been going on for a while now and we are officially in the final six(hopefully I counted correctly anyways). A lot of people joined in on this by submitting their own Au, making fanart, or just interacting with the posts and votings. The twins have brought us all together, whether we been in the fandom since they debuted in Gen 5, their appearances in the anime manga or masters, or recently with Ingo being a warden in Hisui where we either have him a happy ending or decided that wasn’t tragic enough. I myself joined after seeing Ingo in the Tumblr Sexyman bracket and being informed of his story as I hadn’t played Legends Arceus till recently. Yin Yang is my all time favorite symbol to use in writing and I am attached to stories that feature caring siblings due to my own siblings being such an important part of my life, so I gravitated to these two hard. Here’s hoping fir a BW3 with Emmet as a big focus point to give a true conclusion to the two’s story.

The fandom are incredibly creative with their depictions and AUs, whether it be set in universe, based on a different media, or a form of what if. Currently I myself am reading two AUs. The first is Masking, which was in the bracket but unfortunately got out in the first round. It’s about Ingo dying under mysterious circumstances and being reborn as the eldest son in a Zoroark Pack as he slowly regains his memories and practices illusions to try to get back the life he lost. That’s all I can say without giving spoilers but it’s an amazing story I highly recommend:

The second with I believe wasn’t in the bracket is an Au called Lay Your Ghosts to Rest. This is a dark and sad but really well written Au about Volo killing both Ingo and Akari in the past while cursing their souls to wander the earth forever while being unable to reunite. 150 years later Emmet learns about this on a ghost hunting show and decided to team up with Elesa to break the curse the two been suffering from and possibly find a way to prevent their deaths in the first place. Again, it’s all I can say with spoilers and both this and Masking are still ongoing but if you are able to handle some of the darker topics like trauma, anxiety attacks, and death than I 100% recommended it.

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But now we only have six AUs left in the running for the crown of best Submas Au of 2023. All of them are beloved in the fandom and have a shot at taking home of the win, so let’s take a moment to highlight the ones that come this far and give them the praise they deserve(and of course, all the ones in this tournament and even the ones not nominated in deserve their attention as well. All of these stories were created with passion and heart)

Our lovely Au candidates!

Misfits Au by @hehe-hoho-ohno is a Toyland Au with our favorite conductors as toy soldiers that were created with small defects and were ostracized for it(sorry if I get any details wrong with this or any of these AUs. I’m a bad explainer) and Emmet as the current candidate for the Tournament. Admittedly and sadly I know the least about this Au as I haven’t had time to read it yet, though it is on my watchlist since from some the summary and a couple comics I’ve seen, it seems like something I will enjoy. But still, it’s an interesting concept with a nice design and one that still should get its attention. The competition is tough but Perhaps our littlest member got what it takes to win it all

Mechanical Errors Au by @marchy-emmet is about a world where Ghetsis succeeded in his eternal winter and the Subway is one of the only safe spots left. Elesa creates two robots in order to help out: one being a protection robot named Ingo designed to keep things safe and the one for the tournament, Emmet the entertainment robot designed to keep morale high. However the two start gaining sentience and emotions they were programmed with. I’ll keep all these descriptions brief since I want you all to give them a read yourself, but as someone who adores the concept of robots and the concept of how they react after gaining sentience I really enjoy the read. Also the design for robot Emmet is adorable. He may not be programmed for battles like this, but we will see if he can still pull it off.

Ghost Worm Au by @blaiddraws is the first Ingo entry I have mentioned and also the first Au I ever read going into the fandom. I’m obsessed with transformation stories and especially towards Ingo being a Pokémon since it feels fitting for him(he’s this incredibly talented trainer who forms such strong connections he didn’t even have to catch the alphas to convince them to join him in a battle and a couple of his lines in Arceus, especially towards electrode, could be seen as foreshadowing. Watch Ingo become our first rock/ghost Pokémon) to become one, so this story of him become this cool fanmade train worm before Orthworm even existed was such a fun concept. The design is perfect for the story, the comics are well drawn and still great to reread, and it feels almost like the grandpappy of the Submas AUs, at least to me. He may of died, but can he still show the fandom loves him even if he were a worm?

Under the City Street Lights/Over the Garden Wall Au by @coramatus is a perfect example of when the fandom stares at Ingo’s situation and goes “okay, but how can we make him suffer more?” A confession? I haven’t watched a full episode of Over the Garden Wall. I know it’s an amazing show and it’s only 10 episodes, but I’ve been procrastinating on it for years. I’ll hopefully watch it for Spooky Month. But even without knowing anything about the show that isn’t the Beast, this is a fantastic Au. It puts Ingo in the Woodsman shoes as he betrayed everyone to go around collecting oil to keep the lantern lit as the Beast convinced him that his brother’s soul is in there. Meanwhile the actual Emmet arrives and attempts to convince Ingo to come with him, but the latter believes he’s just a Zoroark and causes him to fall into a River. Emmet then teams you with Volo who’s now a tiny Starly to try to still save Ingo. There are written portions as well as a master post of comics depicting what happened in the story that I highly recommend. We love torturing Ingo and especially the Woodsman, so is that enough to make him win?

Team Conductors Au by @teamconductors is yet another media I’ve been putting off that still intrigued me enough to read it despite never playing a Mystery Dungeon Game. In this, Ingo is sent into the world of Mystery Dungeon as a Hisuian Sneasel with his brain somehow even more fried where he comes across Emmet as a regular Sneasel after sending out a distress call and almost dying day one of being a Pokémon. Together the two decide to form a team called Team Conductors while still wearing their now oversized jackets. This is a good read especially for those who are in the Mystery Dungeon fandom or like humans turned Pokémon stories. The Mystery Dungeon fandom is one of the strongest and more persistent fandoms ever, so is that power enough to win?

Placeholder Au by @blaiddraws again is another ongoing story narrative that definitely caught a lot of people’s eyes. It follows Emmet as he wakes up in Hisui without a clue how he got there or where Ingo is. Strange things pop up like evidence Ingo been there or everyone seeming to know Emmet despite him not knowing them. Throughout it mainly questions are popped up like what happened to Ingo, why does Emmet have these gaps in his memory, why do everyone seem to know him, and much more. I’m afraid this is all I can say without spoiling things but it is fun to try to decipher everything before the big reveal and the reveal is a satisfying payoff that leaves more questions than answers at the same time. I can’t recommend it enough and we will see how well Emmet(?) does.

Mine again, congratulations to everyone that made it this far in the competition and I wish you all the best of luck in the rest of the @ultimate-submas-tournament