#and the total would go up to 561

[laugtherhyena]

Today i was bored and decided to check just how many Nijiue family related sprites I've made over the years and these are the results;

Counting every version of each character Hitaru has 126 sprites, Jiro 110, Akemi 90, Iroha 30, Emina 50, Ayato 34 and Mako has 78.

So 518 sprites total,, Wow-

[extinctionstories]

On April 19th, 1987, a bird known as Adult Condor 9 was captured in the Bitter Creek National Wildlife Refuge, near Bakersfield, California. After decades ravaged by the threats of lead-poisoning and pesticide exposure, and intense debate over the ethics of captivity, it had been determined that captive breeding was the final hope to save a species. As his designation might suggest, AC-9 was the ninth condor to be captured for the new program; he was also the last.

As the biology team transported the seven-year-old male to the safety of the San Diego Wild Animal Park, his species, the California Condor, North America's largest bird, became extinct in its native range. It was Easter Sunday—a fitting day for the start of a resurrection.

At the time of AC-9's capture, the total world population of California condors constituted just twenty-seven birds. The majority of them represented ongoing conservation attempts: immature birds, taken from the wild as nestlings and eggs to be captive-reared in safety, with the intention of re-release into the wild. Now, efforts turned fully towards the hope of captive breeding.

Captive breeding is never a sure-fire bet, especially for sensitive, slow-reproducing species like the condor. Animals can and do go extinct even when all individuals are successfully shielded from peril and provided with ideal breeding conditions. Persistence in captivity is not the solution to habitat destruction and extirpation—but it can buy valuable time for a species that needs it.

Thankfully, for the California condor, it paid off.

The birds defied expectations, with an egg successfully hatched at the San Diego Zoo the very next year. Unlike many other birds of prey, which may produce clutches of up to 5 hatchlings, the California condor raises a single chick per breeding season, providing care for the first full year of its life, and, as a consequence, often not nesting at all in the year following the birth of a chick. This, combined with the bird's slow maturation (taking six to eight years to start breeding), presented a significant challenge. However, biologists were able to exploit another quirk of the bird's breeding cycle: its ability to double-clutch.

Raising a single offspring per year is a massive risk in a world full of threats, and the California condor's biology has provided it with a back-up plan: in years when a chick or egg has been lost, condors will often re-nest with a second egg. To take advantage of this tendency, eggs were selectively removed from birds in the captive breeding program, which would then lay a replacement, greatly increasing their reproduction rate.

And what of the eggs that were taken? The tendency of hatchlings to imprint is well-known, and the intention from the very beginning was for the birds to one day return to the wild—an impossibility for animals acclimated to humans. And so, puppets were made in the realistic likeness of adult condors, and used by members of the conservation team to feed and nurture the young birds, mitigating the risk of imprintation on the wrong species.

By 1992, the captive population had more than doubled, to 64 birds. That year, after an absence of five years, the first two captive-bred condors were released into their ancestral home. Many other releases followed, including the return of AC-9 himself in 2002. Thanks to the efforts of zoos and conservationists, as of 2024 there are 561 living California condors, over half of which fly free in the wilds of the American West.

The fight to save the California condor is far from over. The species is still listed as critically endangered. Lead poisoning (from ingesting shot/bullets from abandoned carcasses) remains the primary source of mortality for the species, with tagged birds tested and treated whenever possible. Baby condors are fed bone chips by their parents, likely as a calcium supplement—but, to a condor, bits of bone and bits of plastic can be indistinguishable, and dead nestlings have been found with stomachs full of trash.

There's hope, though. There are things we can change, things we can counteract and stop from happening in the future. It was a human hand that created this problem, and it will take a human hand to fix it. Hope is only gone when the last animal breathes its last breath—and the California condor is still here.

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This painting is titled Puppet Rearing (California Condor), and is part of my series Conservation Pieces, which focuses on the efforts and techniques used to save critically endangered birds from extinction. It is traditional gouache, on 22x30" paper.

[yurislotusgarden]

Hii! could I request ranpo and chuuya with a fem s/o who makes cute bento boxes for their lunch at work? (I was curious on how this would go, feel free to add any details you want!)

My bento!

ʚїɞ Separately! Nakahara Chuuya, Ranpo Edogawa, Sigma x F!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 1764 (Chuuya - 537, Ranpo - 664, Sigma - 561)

ʚїɞ Have Sigma as an extra bcs my ass forgot it was meant to be Ranpo instead of him after I was done with Chuuya's part

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used (barely), reader’s gender is not specified that much

Nakahara Chuuya!

ཐིཋྀ He loves the bentos so much, well more like the fact that you take time to make them for him

ཐིཋྀ Tries to always eat them

ཐིཋྀ Once, when you started making them, he didn’t eat the food because he was so busy that day, and when he had a little free time, Chuuya decided it was a better idea to go on a stress smoke break (He tries to limit smoking to the minimum he can if you don’t like smoking/the fact that he does it. He knows it’s because you care about his health)

ཐིཋྀ It ended with you fussing over him eating almost nothing that day and he doesn’t like causing you stress or making you worry so he makes sure to eat those bentos😭

ཐིཋྀ He may be an executive but this man is not embarrassed at all to eat those bentos in front of people, no matter how colorful or cutesy the food looks

ཐིཋྀ Food is food, he’s not gonna not eat cause you to worry just because the bento is one that doesn’t look like someone like him would eat

///////////////

“Lad, may I ask where do you get those bentos from?”

It was a long time since Kouyou noticed Chuuya’s bentos, and she tried to ignore just how much she wanted to try one. The only reason why she didn’t is because she doesn’t know where he is getting them from.

The young woman looked at many shops in Yokohama and saw a few places with similar bentos, but it was easy to see that none of the stores were the ones where Chuuya kept getting his lunch from.

…She really wanted one for herself, especially with how obvious it was that they were delicious, kept quiet about it tho.

Chuuya turned towards the older woman, whom he came to see as an older sister over the years.

“They’re not bought from a shop.”

“You don’t buy them?”

“Not a single one of them. Actually,-”

Kouyou was confused. Where did he get a bento from every single day? She knows the younger of the two probably wouldn’t bother spending his free time making food for lunch definitely a day before, even if he did, it wouldn’t be so colorful or detailed. There were even rice balls decorated as bears and stuff, it obviously took time to make one. But if he wasn’t buying them,  then the only other option that came to her mind was-

“- [Name] makes them for me.”

“She does?”

“Yeah, and she’s yet to make one I dislike.”

It all makes sense now to the red-haired woman. You have more free time most of the time compared to Chuuya, and you were probably aware of the eating habits he had before.

The fact that you take time, quite a lot it seems if Kouyou was to guess, the bentos are even detailed, in a very cute style if she was to say, made a smile appear on her face.

“Mhm, you wanna try?”

“How could I refuse such an offer?”

The food was even better than she thought. Kouyou made a mental note to ask you if you would have a problem with making two bentos from time to time.

Edogawa Ranpo!

ཐིཋྀ Another reason as to why he’s dating you -you give extra homemade sweets to the Bentos-

ཐིཋྀ He doesn’t even need to try to remember to eat it because he ends up eating it before lunch anyway -the reason behind you making more than one bento usually-

ཐིཋྀ He fucking boasts to everyone about the food😭

ཐིཋྀ “See what I have here? HAHA! Something you don’t and probably never will!” ← totally not Ranpo to anyone else -and totally not him to Dazai and Atsushi about the fact that they will probably never have homemade food like him-

ཐིཋྀ Don’t make the bentos with him in the kitchen unless you have prepared double the amount of food you plan to use. He uses any opportunity to snack on the not-ready-yet bentos

ཐིཋྀ BUT! He will share with you if he notices you’re hungry or just generally wanna eat it <3

///////////////

“C’mon give me just a little piece!”

“Nope! [Name] made it for me! Make your own if you want a bento at work, Yosano-san!”

“I can’t make such a bento Ranpo-san!”

“Not my problem!”

With a pout, the brunette turned his chair away, trying to eat his food in peace. It’s one of his favorite bentos! You put his favorites in this one! The only thing he doesn’t like in it is the veggies which Ranpo would ignore or throw out but he knows that he won’t get his favorite candy made by you anytime soon if he does (the others will snitch if he throws them out, especially Dazai and Yosano they did that the one and only time he did so. He learned a lesson from that after you didn’t cook his favorite like you said you would that morning)

Ranpo could practically feel the eye-roll done by Yosano. “It’s not like it’s the only bento you had today.” It’s true, he ate a similar one 2 hours earlier. “Doesn’t matter. It’s my bento either way.” A sigh came from the woman.

And right when one would think his problem was solved, another arrived. 

“Ranpo-san! What an interesting bento you have there!”

“Go away Dazai. I’m not giving you a single piece of my food!”

“Oh c’mon! You can spare a little!”

“Nope! Especially not when it’s [Name]’s cooking!”

Seriously, can’t they leave him alone? He knows your cooking is good, everyone at the agency knows that! But he wishes that you’d never let Dazai taste your food. The bandaged man has horrible eating habits, you both know that, and yet he always tries to get his hands on Ranpo’s bentos. The audacity!

Ranpo could tell that Dazai's annoying mouth was about to open again before someone interrupted him.

"I can make bentos for you too if you like them so much, Dazai-san"

Isn't that his angel who came to visit him at his oh-so-tiring job? Lovely timing, if Ranpo was to say, but there was one problem.

Among ‘hello’s and ‘hi’s from others upon noticing you, gasps could be heard, from 2 men specifically.

"You would do that for me?!"

"Excuse me?!"

What is this?! There's no way that you’re gracing anyone else with the perfection that are your his bentos!

“Hm?” It’s easy to see for anyone in the room that you were confused.

“[Name]-chan, if you could be so nice, could I ask for a bento with cra-”

“No no no! Shut up Dazai! She’s not making you any bentos! In your dreams!”

In the end, while Ranpo and Dazai at first thought that you wouldn’t make the taller brunette a bento after your conversation at that moment, you indeed did as a surprise. 

The best detective in the world didn’t like that but he allowed you to after bribing him and reminding him that if you can get Dazai to eat, you will, no matter if Ranpo will allow you to make a bento for him or not.

Dazai's happy scream the next day could probably be heard throughout the whole building.

Sigma!

ཐིཋྀ He didn’t think he’d be able to adore you more than he already does, and yet you found a way to make him do so

ཐིཋྀ He tries to eat the bentos every day but it isn’t that rare that he forgets about eating altogether when faced with a mountain of paperwork or problems in the casino

ཐིཋྀ He loves how they look and taste. He, at one point, will ask if you can teach him how to cook. Like not even necessarily a bento, just to learn since he doesn’t want the kitchen to end up in flames one day, he’s aware he sucks at cooking

ཐིཋྀ He probably would be a little embarrassed by eating it. Not because of how colorful or cutesy they are, but because of the looks he gets from people who see it. 

ཐིཋྀ The stares aren’t criticizing or anything, others just don’t expect that their boss/the manager of the casino would eat food that looks like that

ཐིཋྀ Someone was probably jealous because he has homemade bentos like that and they have some store-bought sandwiches 💀

///////////////

“It’s mine actually. Sorry, I forgot to take this from here earlier.”

The man standing in front of the bar was shocked.

He’s been sitting there and drinking not too much for some time now. At one point he noticed the bartender taking out a bento from under the bar, the lid see-through enough to see the food inside. He has to say, the detail and overall look were very cute, it definitely took time to make it look so.

The man had thought that the bento was made by someone for the bartender (In his mind it was a fair thought as he didn’t think that one could buy a bento like that anywhere close to a place like this. Especially if you work there).

The slightly shorter man changed his thought upon noticing that the bartender didn’t touch the food he had taken out (later on the lunch break he took out something else to eat)

Around 2 hours after the lunch break, -the bento still untouched, he noticed- the man decided to finally ask, curiosity winning over after all the time spent at the bar seat.

“Excuse me, who is the owner of the bento? I couldn’t help but notice that it hasn’t been touched at all.”

And he really chose the worst time to ask that question didn’t he? Right as the person to whom the bento belonged to, came.

“I-It’s yours sir?”

“Yes, why?”

How is he supposed to answer? That he didn’t think that such a cute-looking bento -that if he could he would consider stealing, it looks delicious and definitely better than his sandwich- can belong to the ever so stoic and calm manager of the sky casino?

“No reason! Was just that curious, that’s all! after all, the bento was lying here for the past, almost, 3 hours by now.”

“Ah, understandable then”

The bi-colored-haired man turned to the bartender, who was already giving the box over to him.

“Thank you for keeping it here for me, Shuichi-kun”

“no problem, Sigma-san. [Name]-san also told me to tell you-”

Yeah, the man needs a break from the confusion and shock for the next week.

And Sigma? He’s just happy you leave the bentos somewhere he can take them from when you know he’s busy.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Do not copy or translate my works on/to any site

[hamsteriffic]

Miraculous Fandom Stats

Ao3 Wrap Up 2023

I don’t know if anyone has done this, I hope I don’t step on anyone’s toes. Here a wrap up for 2023 for Miraculous Ladybug!

This study only assesses the fanfics posted by the last update, so if there was an older fic that was from 2021 that was updated in 2023, this would be captured by this study.

📈 The data presented here is a snapshot of the Fandom on: 05 Jan 2024

🖤 Works posted to Ao3 in 2023

In 2023 there were 10,515 fanfics posted (including crossovers and all languages). The median word count per fanfic was 2,268 words. In general, each fic received 5 comments, 561 hits and 36 kudos (median).

A majority of fanfics were not crossovers (Fig 1). The peak of Ao3 posts for Miraculous Ladybug was in 2021 with a total of 11,350 fanfics. Fanfics with crossovers have had a steady rise in popularity from 2018 with a peak of 2,609 in 2021.

Fig 1. A total number of fanfics posted to Ao3 in 2023 for the Miraculous Ladybug fandom without crossovers (blue line) and with crossovers (dotted line).

Note that this analysis will excludes crossovers (a separate analysis to come!).

Fig 2. Total number of completed fanfics (red) and incomplete fanfics (pink) posted to Ao3 in the Miraculous Ladybug fandom for 2023 (excluding crossovers).

Fig 3. Total number of words per fic published or updated in 2023. The median word count per fanfic in 2023 was 2,268 words.

The most frequently used tags for 2023 were (in descending order):

Fluff (1495)

Angst (1040)

Identity Reveal (982)

Aged-Up Characters (968)

Alternate Universe (732)

Hurt/Comfort (700)

Adrien Needs a Hug (510)

🏆 Highlights in 2023 include

Miraculous Ladybug Season 5 Finale, s05e26, Re-Creation (Part 2) (First Airdate: July 01, 2023) [2]

Ladybug & Cat Noir: The Movie (Released: July 05, 2023) [3]

Miraculous Paris Special (Preview Screening: October 15, 2023) [4]

🖤 Most Tagged Side of the Lovesquare in 2023

Fig 4. Percentage of fanfics tagged with different sides of the Lovesquare.

Note that these are only taking into account fics that use this tag. There may be fanfics that have sides of the Lovesquare that are not indicated. This analysis also includes tags for Marichat May, Ladrien July etc.

Adrinette (34.5%; 737 fics)

LadyNoir (32%; 677 fics)

MariChat (23.5%; 501 fics)

Ladrien (10%; 213 fics)

🖤 Top 10 Characters Pairings on Ao3 (excluding Lovesquare)

Alya/Nino (927 fics)

Luka/Marinette (734 fics)

Juleka/Rose (405 fics)

Nathaniel / Marc (337 fics)

Felix / Marinette (317 fics)

Gabriel / Nathalie (286 fics)

Adrien / Luka (269 fics)

Felix / Kagami (183 fics)

Adrien / Kagami (159 fics)

Kagami / Marinette (158 fics)

There was a large shift in a number of pairings, in particular there was a dramatic increase in the number of fics tagged with Felix Fathom / Kagami Tsurugi (see below the cut for Season 5 spoilers). Other notable mentions are also Marinette Dupain-Cheng / Zoe Lee with a 2.5 fold increase in fanfics posted in 2023 (63 in total) compared to 2022 (26 in total).

🖤 Conclusions

It’s been a big year, and one that is controversial in many ways. I was just curious to see if there’s a decrease in activity since the season 5 finale, but it looks like the fanfiction writing is going strong. But are fans tuning out? Or are we trying to create more fix-it fics? (I will delve into that in a different post, since this was quite labour intensive).

There have been some interesting changes in relationship tags as well as tags for Sentimonsters (below the cut).

Methodology, References and Season 5 Spoilers below the cut:

Warning: Season 5 spoilers below:

🖤 2023 was also the year Feligami became official

This has lead to a dramatic increase in fanfics for the power couple.

Fig 5. The total number of fanfics posted on Ao3 for Felix / Kagami, represented per month saw a dramatic increase since the release of Season 5 in 2023 (blue). In contrast, I have plotted the total number of fanfics per month 2022 (red).

💔 2023 was also when the sentimonster theory was confirmed

Fig 6. Fanfiction that have used tags for Sentimonsters since 2018. Note that this is not a cumulative plot and that the numbers are individual works from each year tagged for Sentimonster.

In 2023, there were 192 works that tagged for Sentimonster Adrien, and 95 for Sentimonster Felix and 34 for Sentimonster Kagami. Recent usage for the tag 'Adrien is not a Sentimonster' was also observed (21 cases).

Please don’t be mad at me. I’m just a stats hamster.

Methodology

Filtering

The analyses start from Sep 05, 2012 when the first promotional video (PV) for Miraculous Ladybug was publicly leaked [1].

Since the website is very active, the information may change as this data is best considered to be a snapshot of the fanfics posted at this point in time. Also note that the filter is also for last update, and not first posted, so that older fics may be captured in later datasets. But for the purposes of this study, I am assuming that if the author is updating, then they are still active in the fandom.

To get an idea on what was posted to Ao3 this year, I have filtered for last published date 01 Jan 2023 - 31 Dec 2023. Note that while there was only an option for selecting by Last Post Date, which meant that works originally posted earlier (pre-2023) would still be captured if it was updated within the bounds of these dates.

Furthermore, it is also possible to backdate works on Ao3 which may also give false results. However, it may be likely that if this did happen it would only be a small percentage of fanworks. As such the data is an approximation of fandom activity during 2023.

Relationship Tags

I have followed the Ao3 rules so that / are taken to mean romantic relations and & for platonic relationships. In this analysis, I have combined the numbers for Felix (PV), Felix Graham de Vanily and Felix Fathom.

References

[1] Miraculous PV (https://miraculousladybug.fandom.com/wiki/Ladybug_PV)

[2] Miraculous Ladybug Re-Creation (s05e25) World Premiere (Switzerland) (https://miraculousladybug.fandom.com/wiki/Re-creation_(The_Final_Day_-_Part_2)#google_vignette)

[3] Ladybug & Cat Noir: The Movie (https://m.imdb.com/title/tt10364034/releaseinfo/)

[4] Miraculous Paris Special (https://miraculousladybug.fandom.com/wiki/Miraculous_Paris)

[tuckevr]

Approximately .5% of prisoners are innocent in the United States, that's 11,500 people serving time in jail for something they didn't do. There are about 195,000 new convictions across the country every year, that means about 975 innocent people are being locked up every year. That's an average of more than two people every day.​ Those innocent people have a chance to be exonerated, even though most of them won't be.

Now, from 1973 to 2023 a total of about 109,242 inmates have been on death row. That averages to 2,142 people being on the death row list at all times. If we use the .5% estimate that means about 11 innocent people on death row every year. This means that close to 561 innocent people have been on deathrow since 1973. But, in those 51 years, only 200 people have been exonerated from death row.* Keeping in mind some of the inmates were absolved of all crimed only after being killed. Of those 200 exonerated, 130 in total were people of color and of those 108 were black.

This should come as no surprise as 75% of people who are dubbed wrongfully imprisoned are black. Of the nearly two million people in prison in the United States currently, about 1,360,000 (68%) are non-white Americans. Of those, 640,000 are black, which is 32% of all imprisoned. Making race a significant factor in imprisonment and a significant factor in wrongful convictions.

If what I've said so far somehow means nothing to you let me appeal to your human decency and your knowledge of the eighth amendment. The eighth amendment, for those of us that can't remember them by number, states as follows: “Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted.” While the first two are also constantly violated, we're going to focus on the latter. To do so we have to look at more numbers first. Since 1982 there are approximately 61 well known cases of is called "botched execution." Including a case from February of 2024. While these are the most well known, it is not the entire number. The details of these incidents take about 2 years to become public, if they ever do. Right now there are 4 types of execution legal around the country. Those being lethal injection, electrocution, hanging, and lethal gas. This includes those that have not been used in recent years, but are still listed as legal in some states. A botched execution is defined as “those involving unanticipated problems or delays that caused, at least arguably, unnecessary agony for the prisoner or that reflect gross incompetence of the executioner.” Some examples include being administered the wrong dosages of specific drugs for lethal injections/lethal gassing, inmates catching fire while being electrocuted, and being strangled to death during hangings. Some well known botched executions include Donald Eugene Harding in Arizona 1992. He was sentenced to death by cyanide tablets when it was already well known that is a sentence of asphyxiation. His death was not pronounced until 10.5 minutes after the cyanide tablets were dropped down his throat. During the execution, Harding thrashed and struggled violently against the restraining straps. One reporter who witnessed the execution suffered from insomnia and assorted illnesses for several weeks; two others were “walking vegetables” for several days. Another, is the execution of John Marion Grant in Oklahoma 2021. At the time Oklahoma had just enacted a three-drug-lethal-injection protocol. Mr. Grant’s legal team (along with attorneys for about two-dozen other Oklahoma death row inmates) had previously argued that the state's new protocol would cause unnecessary and excruciating pain. After the first drug was administered (midazolam), Grant convulsed and vomited for several minutes. Associated Press media witness Sean Murphy said that “Grant’s body shook and jerked nearly two dozen times before vomit spurted from his mouth and spilled down his neck.” After his death the autopsy report found pulmonary edema (wet lung) and intramuscular hemorrhaging (internal bleeding) of the tongue.

This last point involves your money. Each death penalty inmate costs the state of conviction 1.1 million dollars while, a general population inmate with a life sentence costs 315,159 dollars. That's 1.1 million dollars of citizen taxes being used for the care of a single inmate on deathrow. At least one state has had to raise funds in order to afford an inmate. Why does cost so much? There are many expenses involved in a death penalty case the first being legal costs. Most people who face the death penalty cannot afford their own attorney. The state must assign public defenders or court-appointed lawyers to represent them and pay the prosecution representing the state as well. Then we have Pre-trial costs. Death penalty cases are more complicated than general cases and take longer to go to trial. Experts will be needed on forensic evidence, mental health, and the background and life history of the defendant. County taxpayers also pay for added security and longer pre-trial detention. Jury selection in these cases are much more time consuming and expensive and death penalty trials can last more than four times longer than non-capital trials. This requires juror and attorney compensation, in addition to court personnel and other related costs. Most death rows involve solitary confinement in a special facility. These require more security and other accommodations as the prisoners are kept for 23 hours a day in their cells. To minimize mistakes, every prisoner is entitled to a series of appeals. These costs are paid by taxpayers. Appeals are essential in death penalty cases, because some inmates have come within hours of execution before evidence was uncovered proving their innocence.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

All information is available through deathpenaltyinfo.org

"The Death Penalty Information Center (DPI) is a national non-profit organization whose mission is to serve the media, policymakers, and the general public with data and analysis on issues concerning capital punishment and the people it affects. DPI does not take a position on the death penalty itself but is critical of problems in its application."

[ashleybenlove]

Title: In Dragons We Trust

Prompt: Dragons

Summary: Hiccup and Dagur discuss Toothless’s name and his trust in Dagur.

Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon

Pairing: Dagur/Hiccup

Word Count: 561

Rating: General

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don’t own the source material in this fanfic. That’s to whatever company or person owns it. I would never claim to own it.

Notes: There are probable influences from fandom and whatnot in this story. Written for Dagcup Week @dagcupweek, the prompt for July 1/Day 5: “Dragons”. The title is directly lifted from the Riders of Berk episode of the same name. This is set in Race to the Edge, post-season 4.

More Notes on AO3.

Also below.

 Hiccup and Dagur watched Toothless play with Sleuther and Shattermaster. There were various local Terrible Terrors nearby. Dagur had his arm around Hiccup’s shoulders.

 It was a sunny day with a light breeze, a nice day overall.

 Hiccup chuckled at a silly jump Toothless had made and exclaimed his name.

 Dagur nudged him.

 “Hmm?” Hiccup asked.

 “You know, I’ve never heard the story,” Dagur said.

 “Of?” Hiccup prompted.

 “Why you named him that,” Dagur said. “I mean, I’ve seen his teeth. They’re right there. He can be pretty scary with them. Are you being ironic or something?”

 Hiccup laughed.

 “So, when I was a young lad of fifteen,” Hiccup said. “And I shot him down, I went to the crash site to find him, considered… killing him. And I couldn’t. Obviously.”

 Hiccup took a breath, glanced at Toothless having fun, and smiled.

 “So, I set the good boy free. He yelled at me,” Hiccup said.

 “Yelled?” Dagur asked.

 “Roared in my face,” Hiccup replied.

 “Anyways, totally didn’t faint at all,” Hiccup lied. He winked at Dagur.

 Dagur chuckled.

 “Soon afterwards, I had a question gnawing at me. Why didn’t he kill me? Because Gobber had said in training that they always go for the kill,” Hiccup said. “So, anyways, I find him in the Cove, where he’s kinda stuck on account of the fact I shot him down. So, I go and feed him a fish.”

 Hiccup chuckled when he saw Toothless’s ear flaps perk up at the word ‘fish’.

 Hiccup gestured to Toothless to come over, which he did.

 “So, I have the fish in my hand, Toothless has his mouth open for it, and he’s all gummy,” Hiccup said.

 Toothless opened his mouth to illustrate the lack of teeth.

 “And I noted that! I made a ‘Toothless’ comment and then just as I was like, ‘I could have sworn you had teeth’, I didn’t even get to finish the sentence, because…” Hiccup gestured at Toothless.

 Toothless’s teeth popped back up from his gums.

 “He did that, and took the fish.”

 “So, it is kind of an ironic name,” Dagur noted.

 “I’m nothing if not incredibly sarcastic,” Hiccup said. Hiccup caressed Toothless’s face with his hand for a moment and then pulled his hand away.

 Toothless then looked at Dagur and made an encouraging coo at Dagur.

 “Dagur, please give Toothless the pats he so deserves. He’s such a good boy, and an excellent judge of character,” Hiccup said.

 “I’d be a fool not to listen to him, right?” Dagur said, to Toothless.

 Toothless cooed in response.

 As Dagur patted Toothless on the head with his free hand, Hiccup smiled fondly.

 “You know, Toothless letting you ride him to save me was such a big deal to me,” Hiccup said, softly.

 Dagur stayed quiet, continuing to pet the dragon, but eyes focused on Hiccup.

 “It was one of the things that had me unsure how I felt about the whole thing,” Hiccup said. “If my dragon was willing to trust you, despite everything, and I trust Toothless profoundly, by the transitive property, I should be willing to trust you.”

 He looked over at Dagur and smiled at him.

 “And here I am, sitting next to you, with your arm around me, and my dragon is making you pet him constantly,” Hiccup said.

 Hiccup then tenderly kissed Dagur on the cheek.

[fiftytwotwentytwo]

Leviathan Wakes

Author: James S. A. Corey

Science Fiction

Page Count: 561

How did I come across this book?:

Library Book #3

I grabbed this book for 3 reasons:

It was big and bulky with a larger page count - nice little challenge.

The book looked "well loved" based on the battered cover.

I also believe I heard people claim this to be highly acclaimed book/series.

Beyond that - I have no clue what it is about other than George R. R.Martin called it a "Kickass Space Opera" - well, technically the quotation says "It's been too long since we've had a really kickass space opera" - George didn't explicitly said this book was Kickass - it was an assumption by myself. Who knows maybe Mr. Martin read this book AND still feels like he needs a Kickass Space Opera.

Review:

It took me a while to get into the book. To be honest I am not even sure what was going on with Miller until he joined up with Holden. I could not piece together his passage of time or what was happening with his work.

Holden and his crew - that I could keep up with - so to say the first handful of chapters for me was kind of wishy-washy and a rollercoaster of comprehension would be the kindest way to put it.

But, a quarter of the way into the book - everything clicked and I began to really enjoy Miller almost better than I enjoyed Holden.

I will say the book is well written and the action scenes really drive, but you will get hit with bouts that drag (mostly the bureaucratic moments).

I am not big on sci-fi so I am not sure if this would be a good introduction to the genre - some wording/context has a Hard Sci-Fi feel but if you take a step back it is actually pretty tame and borders closer to Soft/Speculative Science Fiction.

I discovered while reading this book that the story has become a beloved franchise and has been adapted into a equally loved television series. I will say I did enjoy the book, but I am not sure if liked how the ending played out (specifically Miller's story arc) - because of this - I do not believe I will continue into the series or seek out its episodes.

Personal Rating: 6/10

Yearly Book Total: 51

Total Page Count: 19,533 pages

[fistsoflightning]

ABOUT FFXIVWRITE | FILLS TAG

total word count: 19567 words longest fill: cross (3175 words) shortest fill: confluence (253 words)

/playdead... ‘tis done! i finished 4 more fills than i did last year, iirc, which i am going to take as a w b/c the planets went gatorade like halfway through the month & almost took me out, which may explain the amount of wolcred i wrote this year lmao. i’d like to come back to a bunch of these & expand - the fills for tepid, attrition, deiform, vicissitudes, and fuse, mostly - so plfti in the hopefully near but probably distant future??

01. CROSS | perfect balance thancred/zaya | 2.2 | implied alcoholism cw | 3175 wc. zaya and thancred have a late-night spar.

02. BOLT | stardew fantasy tehra’ir & valdis | post 6.0, no-real-spoilers MSQ mention | 719 wc. tehra’ir and valdis are on the hunt for a thief. in their beachwear.

03. TEMPER | how hard could it be valdis & alisaie, minor lumelle/alisaie | nebulously 5.1 | 336 wc. alisaie tries to temper chocolate. valdis is just here for the show.

04. FREE DAY ✧ ASSIDUOUS | forge ahead zaya & a’dewah, minor thancred/zaya | 6.0 end of MSQ spoilers | 985 wc. a’dewah continues to pick up the pieces of his friends after every adventure.

06. ONEROUS | old burdens elidi-themis & atalanta | 6.0 4th area MSQ spoilers | 2353 wc. themis and atalanta, before and after the sundering.

07. PAWN | the best defense minor thancred/zaya | post 6.0 no spoilers | 630 wc. zaya helps thancred out on the checkered battlefield of chess.

08. TEPID | still anything i can do thancred/zaya | lightwarden bad-ish end AU | body horror cw | 1823 wc. thancred goes to visit the last lightwarden.

09. YAWN | the deed is done minor thancred/zaya | 6.0 post lv. 83 duty iykyk | 499 wc. there's something zaya needs to do before they sleep. thancred disagrees.

10. CHANNEL | home point zaya-centric | between 2.2 - 2.5 | 1057 wc. zaya hasn’t been able to attune since the calamity.

12. MISS THE BOAT | end of the world who? lunya & zaya | pre-endwalker/very first quest | 836 wc. there's no better time for fishing than the present, even if it makes you miss the boat to sharlayan to stop the apocalypse!

13. CONFLUENCE | testing in progress thancred/zaya | early 6.0 MSQ, pre 1st dungeon | 253 wc. good ol aetherial sickness strikes again. (6.0 thavnair branch spoilers)

14. ATTRITION | let it all be said thancred/zaya | 6.0 lv. 85 - 86 MSQ | 1582 wc. thancred and zaya have one last conversation before they’re a world apart (again).

16. DEIFORM | peripeteia hermes & “a visitor” | 6.0 lv. 87 MSQ spoilers | 387 wc. when a sneeze sends the chief overseer flying, a visitor is out to save the day.

17. NOVEL | stories told along the way haruki/a’dewah | post 6.0, no spoilers | 561 wc. a’dewah gets a delivery of novels in exchange for being mortally embarrassed.

19. TURN A BLIND EYE | the wind on high zaya & ardbert, zaya & g’raha | 5.0 lv. 88 - 89 MSQ | 804 wc. ardbert lends an ear to zaya’s troubles for lack of a way to not do that.

24. VICISSITUDES | bereft of hearth and home zaya-centric | 2.3 MSQ | 485 wc. the refugees outside ul’dah have it hard. zaya would know, having lived with them.

26. BREAK A LEG | walk forth thancred/zaya | post 6.0 MSQ | 389 wc. when zaya’s bedridden, the scions shouldn’t completely trust thancred to keep them from escaping.

27. HAIL | find your way zaya-centric, zaya & sadu | pre-calamity steppe, lv. 65 dungeon | 873 wc. zaya’s echo wakes seven years before the calamity.

29. FUSE | light up the dark zaya & g’raha | post 5.0, quest ‘for every child a star’ | 583 wc. g’raha recruits zaya to help with katliss’ fireworks show.

30. SOJOURN | wherever the wind blows thancred/zaya | nebulously post 6.0 | 1237 wc. thancred and zaya have a nice dinner at the quicksand before they set out on a new adventure.

[sunseteyes]

haru again!! idk if your requests are closed but can you do how zenitsu would react with he finally gets a s/o? if you understand what i mean (^_^)

Umm so i saw that request are open I don’t know if I asked this before if i did then plz ignore anways may I request a zenitzu x reader fluff?if thats okay with you...I don’t really request alot so I don’t really know how to but uhhh yeah also you’re a great writer!!! — @sabi-agatsuma

relationship headcanons

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ STARRING: zenitsu agatsuma; gn!reader

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ THEMES: fluff!

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ WORD COUNT: 561 words

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ INTERMISSION: since both have kind of similar, i decided to join them together :D also, thanks so much for the compliment and support! hope you’ll enjoy reading~

we all know zenitsu had been dying to have someone he could marry or call as his significant other for quite a long time

and it must have been probably because of how he has endured being alone throughout the years and he just wants someone who could stay by his side in the incoming years to come

it’s not wrong of him to do so. after all, he’s just desiring something he didn’t had in the past.

so when he finally had someone--you, he was beyond ecstatic. actually, he was too joyful, excited, kinda anxious, and starstruck to know what he would react.

it is only natural that he would stare at you and just have this lost look, as if his body and mind was still deciding whatever he should express first

for short, he’ll malfunction

zenitsu.exe has crashed, please try again

kidding aside, zenitsu would be a good s/o, you just have to call him out a few times to prioritize himself because he tend to always put you first all the time;

if you’re a demon slayer or a normal citizen, he would always be by your side to protect you, prioritizing you over his own safety. no danger shall come your way.

“don’t worry, (y/n), i’ll protect you. i’ll always protect you.” i can totally imagine him saying that.

and if you’re a demon, like someone who didn’t kill anyone out of your own judgement and not instincts or so, he would accept you, nonetheless, and do expect him to be always on your side.

“(y/n) is a good demon, they wouldn’t kill anyone!” “if you’ll kill them, you’ll have to go through me!”

zenitsu’s very sweet, such a sweet boy who would always ask how you are, greet you good mornings, afternoons, evenings, goodnights. he could also be really clingy. expect him to act as your husband already because he says “it’s just the same anyway, i’ll marry you in the future, right?”

being zenitsu’s s/o also meant that you get to be with the kamaboko squad most of the time, and being with them will be really fun because their personalities balance out and there’s no some sort of clash… most of the time.

there are times though that zenitsu would want you all alone for himself and well he gets kind of whiny about it during these moments.

dates with him would be the usual ones such as going to the festival together, going to restaurants, or even walking at the park. he truly enjoys each and every moment with you and he’s really glad to have you in his life now.

he would be kind of awkward at first though, since he doesn’t know a thing about dating, no matter how more “educated” he is than tanjiro or inosuke. although, all you have to do is guide him to your own needs and routine and he’ll catch up real quick! maybe even as quick as his breathing techniques lmao

all in all, zenitsu’s the usual sweet type of boyfriend who would pretty much do anything you say, so it will be you who would say the limitations and be responsible to show that zenitsu can decide on his own or say his opinions because he is his own person, no matter if you’re his beloved s/o

[shsl-fander]

I'M SO SAD LOGINCE WEEK IS ALREADY OVER :[ HAPPY LOGINCE WEEK DAY 7 @loginceweek2022

Prompt: Teaching/Learning

Au: Human

Pairing: Logan and Roman

Roman smiled to himself softly, gently plucking the strings of his guitar. He leaned against the wall as he continued to play a small tune on his guitar. He glanced over towards the time, 4:35. Roman frowned with a small hum, "he's usually home by now-" he mumbled. His husband Logan worked at a nearby college university as a science teacher ; but his classes were all over by now. Roman stared down at his guitar as he continued to play it.

Suddenly Roman perked up, hearing a click of the front door. The door slid open, and Logan slipped inside with a sigh, shaking his head miserably. "It's freezing out there," he muttered.  Logan glanced over towards Roman, smiling a bit. "I'm sorry I'm late, someone needed extra help and-" he started to say before he was interrupted by Roman standing up and shaking his head.

"Nope, shush. I get it, teach." Roman replied, placing a soft kiss to Logan's cheek, "just glad you're okay. But, now you need to take a break ; and I had just the idea!" He exclaimed, grabbing his guitar again.

Logan stammered, shaking his head "no no, Roman I really don't have the time," he insisted, frowning.

Roman scoffed, "nonesense Nerd! I get it, you're Mr serious scientist blah blah blah," he started, "but that doesn't mean ya know everything! Plus, I'm not a total idiot, I know some things." He said, sitting down on the couch, gesturing for Logan to sit too. "I'm not gonna shut up until you go along with me, Specs."

Once Logan plopped down next to him, Roman wrapped an arm around Logan. Roman gently strummed one of the cords, "There are a few things I can do, act, sing, play. So! For once I'm switching how everything goes and teaching you something!" He kissed Logan's nose gently.

Logan felt a light blush creep into his cheeks, he stuttered ; but he wasn't going to deny this. As much as Logan had work to do, he knew his husband would insist on taking a break until he finally did. Plus, Roman was really cute. Logan leaned against Roman, nodding.

Roman grinned, playing another string, "see this, this is a C. You know the basic scale right?" He asked, to which Logan nodded. "Great!" He took Logan's hand, gently running over the strings with his hand. "Now, you see this next cord? This is a D"

Logan's eyes darted from the guitar up to Roman's face, the corners of Logan's lips fought back a smile. He gazed at Roman lovingly as he continued to talk before Roman snapped right in front of his face.

"Hey! Hey! Earth to nerddd," Roman sang before he noticed Logan jump, snapping himself back to reality. "Ya know for someone so smart you seemed to be getting distracted, so who's the idiot now?"

Logan sighed, rolling his eyes at his husband, "still you. But it's alright, because I love you. Apologies for zoning out, where were we?" he asked, focussing his attention back onto the guitar.

The two spent the rest of the night playing Roman's guitar, eventually Roman sang a song for Logan, the fire place crackling throughout the night. Maybe they had gotten distracted from the music with a few kisses occasionally...but no one needed to talk about that.

Word count: 561

[sugarcubetikki]

why are you in my friend’s clothes?

Summary: Firstly, Chat Noir has had a bad day. Secondly, why the hell was Ladybug in Marinette’s clothes?

Notes: Wrote this little one-shot to celebrate 500 followers (more like 561 now) but tysm! I literally don’t even know how I have these many-I swear most of the content I post is like random shit. But thank you! I really appreciate it so here’s a treat : D

P.S. THIS IS POST MR. PIGEON 72

AO3

Adrien Agreste was shaking with that feeling of utmost disappointment, that feeling he had harboured getting used to. 

Once again, that was another dreary, awful day that he was drowning away into oblivion through a warm lactaid beverage.

He chugged his flask of milk under the thick layer of clouds that masked the ethereal twinkle of the stars embedded in the night sky. Huffing frustratedly into his warm woollen scarf (the only worthwhile present his father had gotten him), he lounged lazily on the rooftop in solitude.  No Ladybug there to brighten up his world even in the murkiest times. 

But it was fine. It was fine. She really needed it. Being guardian was weighing down on her. He understood that. She could miss as many patrols as she wanted.

He still really missed her though.

Restlessly, he sprang to his feet and languidly leapt across the rooftops, the cold rush of the wind pounding in his ears. But he didn’t really care. He was used to that too. 

He took little sips from his flask at regular intervals between each jump. It was solace to all the unpleasantness that was swirling within him right now. 

At about the fifth jump, when he was chugging down some milk, quite a strange sight caught his eye.

It was Ladybug.

And she was on Marinette’s balcony.

In a polka-dot bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her head. 

What?

He choked a little, and the milk in his mouth sprayed out, accompanied with some rather loud coughs. And it seemed that he had caught the fair lady’s attention.

Her eyes widened and her face blazed red at his presence. Lips spreading into a sheepish smile, she waved reluctantly. He simply stared at her with his mouth agape. A blur of questions bursting into his head.

“M-milady?” He leapt to Marinette’s balcony, landing right in front of her. As he met her eyes once again, he noticed the large pair of glasses perched on her nose. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh! Hi! Hi, Ch-chat!” She squeaked, her voice an octave higher than usual, an uncannily wide smile, and her arms splaying all over the place. “I-well-you see… I’m here to relax, you know. Marinette and me…w-we’re friends! Yeah. We’re friends.”

“You are?” He arched his brow.  A painful pang struck his heart. He just didn’t know what to say…when she said, she couldn’t make it, he wasn’t really expecting this. He expected her to be busy with guardian stuff or something. Not that she shouldn’t relax! She totally should! She was completely allow-

He just didn’t know. 

He didn’t really know why he was upset. He just was. He didn’t expect her to be on Marinette’s balcony like this. And that…didn’t make him feel so good…

“W-w-well. Y-you s-see. My kwami loves sweet stuff! And M-marinette pretty much lives in a bakery. So, I come here often to get snacks for her! Absolutely.” Ladybug replied frantically to his question, and took a long sip into her mug of…hot chocolate?

He bit his lip and looked her up and down again. She was in Marinette’s clothes. Why was she in her clothes? He had the most insane hunch gnawing at the back of his head. He could just say those couple words now. But he didn’t want to jump to conclusions just yet, so he went…

“Did she lend you her clothes?” He asked stupidly, slurping into his flask of milk, gloved hand perched on the railing. 

“I-oh-yeah. Yeah, she did. Like an hour ago or so, she’s not here now though. Went to her best friend’s place for a sleepover…hahaha” Amidst her rambling, Ladybug reached out to place her own hand on the railing. Mere inches from his own. He had the urge to reach out and caress it under his own. But with everything in his head, he lacked boldness in the moment. “Sh-she was nice enough to…you know.”

“I know.” A smile glittered onto his face. “Marinette’s incredible.”

For no reason, Ladybug’s face grew a brighter shade of red at that compliment. One that wasn’t directed towards her. But he chose not to question it, and instead turned to the murky sky, his mind whirring for a surreal joke to cover up all the awkwardness. After all, he didn’t really have anything else…valid to say.

“Do you- “

“I’m really- “

They simultaneously say, voices overlapping over one another, making them stop and stare at the other sheepishly.

“You go first.” Ladybug said, fidgeting with a loose strand of her hair.

“No, milady, I was about to crack a stupid joke.” He tells her with a gentle smile. “I’m sure whatever you have to say is far more important.”

Hesitantly, she stared at him for a moment, with doubt plastered in her eyes. He widened his smile at that, letting her know it was okay. Satisfied, she reciprocated his smile, and her uncertainty faded away into amusement. Playfully leaning in, she hooked her arm around his own.

“Thank you, kitty. Make sure you reserve the joke for later.” She bopped his nose affectionately. “You know I love them.”

“Good for you then, you’re never getting rid of this clown of a partner who’s crazy for you.” He played along with a wink.

Eyes filling with joy, she lightly chuckled and took a sip into her mug of hot chocolate. Making her laugh always filled this sense of pleasure within him.

“So…” she continued. “I just want you to know that I’m really sorry for bailing on you today at patrol…I-I j-just I didn’t mean to intentionally h-hurt you or anything. It’s just th-that I needed some time to myself…to relax…and by relaxation, I didn’t expect myself to be a mess on a-uh-civilian’s balcony. It…well…just happened.”

Her apology caught him off guard with a little gasp. But he was able to compose himself and gave her a brighter and even more genuine smile than before.

“I-thank you for apologising, milady. I appreciate it and I do understand.” He shot her a gentle glance taking a sip into his flask. “I have to admit…I was hurt by seeing you here but I…I felt better when you apologised. I mean it when I said I really appreciated it.”

A mixture of surprise and shock filled her face, his genuineness had her stunned, but it was short-lived. Her face melted into a very pretty smile and it made her face shine even more brighter under the golden glow of the balcony light.  

He really was glad that she had apologised though. If his father was in her place, he would’ve ignored it completely and turned the blame on him, saying he was too sensitive for feeling hurt over something so trivial. 

Like he’d done today when Adrien found out that his Chinese lesson had been cancelled and neither Nathalie nor father had informed him of this. He’d sat there waiting for his teacher for ages. He didn’t even know it was cancelled until dinner when Nathalie told him.

It was one of the few days his father sat to have lunch with him. And the only thing Adrien had done was express his disappointment on how he missed walking home with Marinette today unnecessarily. 

His father wasn’t amused. And had said that he shouldn’t be feeling hurt over missing such trivial events. Of course. Spending time with a friend was so trivial to father. How could he have forgotten? 

It hurt. It wasn’t fair. It was these evenings that hit him with the constant reminder how difficult it was for him to have fun.

That’s why he really appreciated that he was spending the last hours of the day with his lady. Where most of his fun moments lay.

“You’ve got a milk moustache.” She chuckled and leaned in to wipe it off with her gloved hand. “There you go.”

“I am a cat.” He playfully remarked, raising his shoulders in pride. “This is how we cats drink milk. Milk moustaches are the best way to go.”

“I’m not a cat but I do agree with you.” She said with a spark of confidence in her eyes. Her competitive self took a large gulp into her mug of hot chocolate. Upon lowering the mug, she grinned triumphantly with a thick layer of brown spread above her lips. 

“That’s naughty.” He reached to wipe off her moustache. “You got one intentionally.”

“It was still bigger than yours.”

“Still intentional.” He pouted in faux annoyance, and she laughed, her hand automatically coming to rest on his chest almost to contain herself.

As usual, there went the freezing of his breath and rapid beating of his heart. Something about Ladybug that he would’ve never expected in the start:  she was a very touchy person.

Sure. She laid all hands off him during akuma attacks and when she was in an all-business mode. However, it was moments like these where she would open up, where he got to see more of the girl behind the mask. And he really treasured these moments.

Her laughter came to a halt and her eyes focused on her chest. Fingers crawling up to play with the ends of his scarf, she gazed at it quite fascinatedly. Too fascinatedly. 

“I-is that Adrien’s scarf?” The words bluntly slipped out of her mouth.

“Wh-what? A-adrien?”

“Uh-“She sprang away from him, seeming startled that she had said that out loud. “I-well-you know-that looks like Adrien Agreste’s scarf!”

“I-uh-well- “He tensed and looked at her with wide eyes. There was no way he could reveal his identity like this. “I-I-borrowed it from him! You know! Just like you did from M-marinette!”

“Ah- “Her mouth flapped open and closed a couple of times. “Th-that m-makes sense.”

The bluenette turned away with pursed lips and speechlessly stared ahead.

“Yeah.” He replied in relief. Good. No identity prying questions. Now, she wouldn’t know he’s Adri-wait a minute.

“H-how did you know this was Adrien’s scarf?”

Her head merely turned to him with a dumbfounded expression and she heavily blinked.

“I-well-I recognise the stitching! You know! I’m good with this kind of stuff-very into fashion-and he wore it a couple of times when I saved him you know!”

“I- “He didn’t recall wearing the scarf anytime around her. Had he? He wasn’t sure. She had saved him as Adrien plenty of times. He didn’t remember everything so maybe…it was plausible. 

“Oh…okay then.” He simply said. “Looks like we’re both wrapped up in clothes lended from a civilian friend, right?”

He wanted to bonk his head onto the railing right then and there. Stupid thing to say, Agreste.

“Y-yeah.” She replied uneasily. “F-from civilian friends.”

“Marine-Oh!” Another voice shook the tense atmosphere, both heroes turned around in alarm.

A surprised Alya Cesaire greeted them as she peeped out from the trapdoor. 

Hold on a second.

“Alya?” He questioned in shock. “I thought Marinette was at Alya’s place for a sleepover, but if she’s here then- “

He suspiciously arched a brow at Ladybug. Her eyes widened for the umpteenth time that night and she blankly looked at Alya.

“A-alya! W-what are you doing here! I th-thought M-marinette and y-you were meant to be at a sleepover at your house! Right?” Ladybug mimicked a dramatic tone of surprise. But he wasn’t falling for it. 

“Ah…right…you se- “

“I think I know what’s going on.” He cut Alya off. The two girls hastily exchanged frantic glances.

“Look, Chat- “Ladybug commenced. 

“I know she didn’t tell you bu- “Alya began to explain at the same time.

“You’re dating Marinette and Alya’s the only one that knows.” He cut both off. Feeling relieved to finally let go of that hunch. 

“What?” Both girls yelled flabbergasted.

“It all makes sense! You’re on her balcony! In her clothes- “

“It’s not-it’s not what it looks like-I-wait up-you’re in Adrien’s clothes?” Ladybug paused in a frenzy realisation. “If you’re saying me being Marinette’s clothes means I’m dating her, is that confirmation that you’re dating Adrien?”

“What! No-I-you didn’t deny it.” He took a step forward and pointed accusingly at her. 

“That’s not the point!  You’re the one who’s dating Adrien.” She reciprocated his body language. 

“Well, you’re dating Marinette.”

Brows narrowed with competitive expressions. They stood toe-to-toe with Alya giving them a what-the-hell look.

“I’m not even going to get involved in this…” Alya facepalmed and disappeared under the trapdoor.

“You’re not denying it!”

“You’re not denying it either!”

They bickered back and forth about the whole dating chaos, taking swigs from their beverages every now and then, from the way they argued, it was almost like they were drunk on milk. The clouds began to clear the sky, and the moonlight began to cast a lovely glow on the city.

“Look…to resolve this…let’s never talk about this night again, got it?” Ladybug concluded, taking one last sip into her mug. 

“Fine.” Chat raised a hand in surrender, sipping onto his own flask. “I have to make my leave anyway.”

“Okay.” Ladybug huffed. “Have fun seeing your boyfriend!”

“Well…you have fun seeing your girlfriend, milady.” He fluttered his eyelashes playfully. “I’m sure she’s just as nice, pretty, and talented as you said.”

“I never said tha- “ 

“See you, milady!” He cut her off again and leapt away on his baton, catching one last glimpse of an adorable pout on her face.

It was nights like this that always brought a smile onto his face even on the most miserable of days. And that’s exactly why he loved spending time with her.

Despite the whole situation with her thinking he was dating-well-himself. Ugh. 

Wait a second…

She was dating Marinette.

The multitalented, insanely kind and endearing Marinette.

Oh crap. He was screwed. 

[madelineorionswan]

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#5

hello! can you write an enemies to lovers with harry potter where they are partners in potions (they’re assigned a task) which forces them to study and spend time together and their feeling develop yk? oh also this is set in their 5th year. the reader can be in any house and i’ll leave the rest of the plot? to you :) thanks!

Thanks for the ask buddy, I'm sorry it took so much time tho.

Love at first assignment.

A/N: here it is, now I'm not really used to this type of story but, well, I'm a gryffindor and I like to take risked in life okAy??!? Also Ive choosen the house as gryffindor (I hope that's ok, I love all houses equally don't worry)

Warnings:fluff and enemies, Snape being a meanie, mentions of blood and self harm.

Y/N Y/L/N. A gryffindor, who hated Harry Potter.

Sounds unbelievable? Well it's the truth. Y/N has never liked the choosen one and swears to never will.

But was it true?

It was just the usual potions class with Snape grumbling away and just being, well, himself.

Unfortunately for Y/N, thus wasn't having the best of days. First off, her owl decided to ruin her favourite meal by dropping a very important letter on it, which was then ruined.

Second, fred and George had decided to pull a prank on her in front of the great hall, which embarrassed her to hell.

Third was that she failed in defence against the dark arts and the pink toad decided to punish her.

All she could hope for was a nice amd quiet potions. But the universe was against her.

"Today, all of you will be grouped with a partner"Snape drawled on.

And guess whom he decide to group Y/N with. That's right, Harry freaking Potter.

"Great, just great' Y/N mumbled as she sat down with Harry.

They both worked silently, focusing on the potion instead of their partner which worked well with Y/N.

The assignment would be lasting a week. Judging by how she had an okay time with Harry, she would be fine.

Right?

Surprisingly, she felt a little better after potions.

A slight blush creeped up on her as Harry agreed to meet her at the common room for the assignment.

"You're totally whipped girl!" Ginny exclaimed as Y/N plopped on her bed.

"Nonsense" she glared at Ginny, who flashed a mischievous grin.

"I'm just stating what's true" Ginny said, falling asleep.

Y/N shook her head. It couldn't be true.

Could it?

The next evening as agreed, Y/N waited at the common room.

Five minutes later, no sign of Harry.

Thirty minutes later, still no sign.

Y/N groaned in annoyance, picking up her books. She was about to leave when Harry appeared. He looked disheveled and was panting heavily. Y/N would not admit it but she did feel a little bad for him. But she was still angry at him.

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79 notes • Posted 2021-08-23 06:30:24 GMT

#4

The new potters

Chapter 3: Hey there

Summary: Now having revealed that they are going to be parents, Harry and Y/N couldn't be happier. Or can they?

warnings: Crying, cuteness overload

Author's POV

Harry rolled around and buried his face between Y/N's neck. She chuckled softly and held onto Harry's hand. She swore she could feel him smile. But pregnancy means sleep and just as suddenly she'd woken up, Y/N went out like a light.

Harry's POV

"Good mornin-"

I had just gotten out of bed and was about wish Y/N when I saw that she was still sleeping. I took this time to admire her. I would've admired her forever if our owl hadn't tapped vigorously on the window pane.

I sighed and let the owl in. I figured that Y/N would want some breakfast so I went downstairs to make some. Should be easy right?

Guess I was wrong.

Reader's POV

I was woken up by sunlight streaming into our shared bedroom. I turned over but I couldn't find Harry. He must've gotten up. Just as I was about to get up, the distinct smell of smoke wafted into my nose.

Oh boy!

I got up quickly (as quickly as I could at least; which let me tell you was not very quick) and rushed into the kitchen, to see Harry frantically running around trying to somehow organize the kitchen, but was failing miserably.

I ran in, grabbing my wand and muttering a spell, water gushing out from the tip of my wand and splashing onto Harry, the frying pan and toaster.

Once everything was settled we both burst out laughing.

"Well, I guess breakfast was a fail," Harry said, trying to shake his head dry.

"Next time you want o make breakfast, call me I'll have a fire extinguisher with me," I said, giggling.

"But I wanted to make you comfy" harry held me close whining, with his puppy dog face, only making me giggle more.

"Sorry potter, but I'm not risking burning down the house"

"Ok fair enough, but sti-"

Before Harry could say anything I silenced him with a short kiss. We both melted into the kiss.

It felt good.

"As much as I'd like a good snogging session, think we should make breakfast," I murmured and moved to sit at the kitchen counter, taking out the burnt toast.

"I agree"

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We both sat in comfortable silence, munching on our toast. Harry had been gently stoaking my growing belly as I sat on his lap. Just then I remembered.

"We have an ultrasound today, did you check the owl post love?"

I jumped up from my place on harry's lap and he did the same from the couch.

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84 notes • Posted 2021-09-20 04:23:25 GMT

#3

The new potters

Prologue: the beginning

Harry Potter x reader

Summary: The wizarding war is finally over, the dark lord gone forever. Harry Potter can finally have the life he had always wanted, starting with marrying you.

Warnings: fluff, wedding fluff, mentions of the war, also daddy Sirius is ALIVE. I don't think there's anything else, let me know if there is.

A/N : Woohoo 🎉 my first reader insert series. I'm so nervous. Hopefully I do Harry some justice cause the guy really needs some love. Might be a pretty long one at that. (Warning this is VERY long). Also the links for their looks are given where ever I have mentioned it.

Author's POV

The wizarding war was finally over. As Harry stood at the bridge, connecting Hogwarts with the forest, he felt free. Voldemort was gone, finally. The one person he had been fighting with to avenge his parents' death, was finally, gone. As he stared at the great expanse before him, he felt relief, and hope for a better future. But as he turned to see Hogwarts, all he felt was remorse.

There was hope yes, but he couldn't help but feel guilty for this war. So many died, just because he dragged them to this war. But, the guilt felt different, as if he was proud, as if he knew they were proud and deep down, Harry knew this feeling was right.

As twilight approached slowly, Y/N searched around for Harry. Right after the war ended she and Harry had spent a few minutes together, crying and laughing. But they eventually had to separate, but not without promising to see each other, the very moment they were free. As Y/N searched around the front yard of Hogwarts, she spotted him all alone.

Reader's POV

As I saw Harry standing alone, I could only feel love for him. He faced so much through his life at such a young age, yet he never gave up. He never stopped loving. But it was time that he forgot about all of his "chosen one" business. That started with relaxing. I approached him from behind and covered his eyes. I could tell that he was relaxed enough to not hit me with a spell 😂. He laughed and tried to pull my hands away from his face but I giggled and kept my hand firmly on his face.

Harry's POV

As I stood on the bridge reminiscing about the war and my future, I felt a pair of hands cover my eyes and I relaxed after guessing who's it was. I could hear her distinct giggling, the same one I had fallen for during my 6th year and still fall for every time I hear it.

"Guess who?" The voice asked playfully. "Oh I don't know, maybe Hermione?" I said wanting to play around a little. "Guess again" the voice said again. I knew that if I said another name, I would probably make Y/N angry and I do NOT want to face that so I replied with a "Y/N" and the hands slipped away. As I turned around, I saw her, smiling. To be honest, I felt guilty, she was all bloodied up because of the war, her Y/H/C hair was tangled and covered with dust. But more than that I felt love for her. I smiled and kissed her. God, that felt good. I lifted her up and spun her around (probably was dangerous, but we still did it). We laughed and kissed like crazy, after what seemed like years. If I had to pick an ending to my life, this would be it. Just me, Y/N and Hogwarts.

2 year later

Today was the day. The day I make Y/N my wife. If this was two years back I would never have thought I would get married, giving some excuse about finding death eaters and such. But, now I can't even imagine life without her. I sat down in Ron's room at the burrow, where I was getting ready. God, this was real wasn't it. I started to panicky a little, my hands getting sweaty. But as I thought back to the time I proposed, it melted my very being.

It was a beautiful Starry night. So we both decided to go star gazing to a nearby field. The night was a beautiful one, that was for sure but something even more beautiful was Y/N. She twirled around the grassy meadow, her hair flying about. So I decided that now was the time to ask her. As she stopped and came closer to me I got down on one knee.

Reader's POV

"Y/N I first met you on my to charms class, since then I had a special place for in my heart. The last couple of years my love for you grew stronger each day and now I can't imagine my life without you. So, Y/N, will you marry me?

I still couldn't believe that Harry had proposed to me, even on the day I was getting married!

As I admired myself in the mirror at the burrow, the door to the room opened, I turned around to see my BFFs Hermione, Luna and Ginny. All three of them stared at me with the biggest smiles in their faces.

"If Harry doesn't cry when he sees you, then I don't what will!" Hermione said, clasping my hands in hers. The girls and I giggled and talking about old times. Everything had changed hadn't it ?

Authors pov

As Y/N walked down the isle Harry thought she was literally a goddess. Her dress framed her body perfectly, the veil flowing down to her back. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant bun with wisps of hair falling out.

As they both stood together at the end of the isle Y/N couldn't help but admire Harry. For once in his life he wore a proper pair of glasses. His suit fit snugly on his body defining his features. But he kept his hair just as messy as ever, a classic for Harry.

The pair smiled at each other and Harry went in for a little peck. "Ready?" He whispered softly. "As I'll ever be" she said and the pair turned to the minister. "Welcome friends, family members and all present here today to witness the union of Harry James potter and Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. The strength for their union is strong, their love undeniable. Now, if you please Mr. potter, the vows. Harry turned to face Y/N, the happiest of smiles he ever had.

" Y/N," he said, already tearing up a bit, "gosh I don't know where to start. When I first came to Hogwarts, you were the first person who didn't know my name. you were always the friend who was concerned about me, but who also enjoyed the risk, the adventure. And that's what loving you ever since sixth year has been, an adventure. You are my home, the one person whom I thought about throughout the war, the one person I wanted to kiss and hug the most. You're the one person I can see my future with. If I can have the happy family my parents shared I would always have it with you Y/N.

As Harry finished, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, were already sobbing while Y/N was full on crying. Sirius smiled at the couple remembering James standing and saying his vows to Lily so many years ago

"Now miss Y/N,"

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#2

The new potters

Chapter 1: Surprise!

Summary: Morning sickness can be terrible, but the reason behind it can be life altering

Warning : fluff, morning sickness, food, vomiting, maybe a little sad? If we squint really hard?

Reader's POV

It was probably the fourth time I went to the bathroom for the night. As I crouched over the toilet and puked out all of the contents of my stomach, I felt my husband, Harry hold my hair in a makeshift bun and rub small circles on my back.

"That's it love, let it out"

Finally after about an hour, I washed up and just practically died in bed. But what I didn't know was that someone else was still wide awake.

Authors POV

Harry was really confused. Y/N had been acting strangely lately. One moment she was having a bucket of ice cream claiming she was starving, the next moment she would be throwing up. She was also quite whinny lately.

But as he stared quietly at his sleeping wife he sighed softly, he placed a kiss on her temple as he finally settled under the covers, although he still continued to worry.

Reader's POV

It was a new morning and I felt fresh as a daisy. I got up, careful not to wake up Harry and walked to the kitchen. As was making the batter for the omelette, I immediately felt nauseous and rushed to the bathroom. Boy, this was getting tiring! Finally, after what seemed like an hour of me throwing up, I came out of the bathroom. I was really confused, why was this happening. I looked at the calendar, my period was late!

I completely zoned out as I looked at the dates. It was two weeks late. I would've looked at the calendar forever if Harry hadn't woken up and bumped into me. I turned around and started giggling, as Harry tried to find his glasses.

"Love have you seen my glasses? I bloody lost them again."

I giggled at his antics and grabbed his glasses out of his reach and hid them behind me. Harry smiled knowingly.

"Love, I need my glasses"

"The only way to get it is to catch me."

"Oh yeah, well then let's see how you escape me"

We ran around the living, the only things which showed a speck of childishness in our hearts. Finally, Harry grabbed my waist as I slowed down, sneakily grabbing the glasses. He kissed the back of my neck, as we both swayed together, to an imaginary tune.

"Love, are alright?" Harry asked, as my breathing got a little heavier.

"Yeah I'm fine, think I'll just go to the medical store"

I put my coat on, heading outside. The weather was crisp outside making me feel slightly better.

As I entered the store, I suddenly spotted my good friend Hermione. I smiled at the thoughts of our fun adventures at Hogwarts. I walked up to her, tapping her gently on the shoulder. She immediately whirled around and smiled as she saw me.

"Y/N!!!"

"Hermione! You're a sight for sore eyes, what are you doing here?"

"I needed some first aid supplies, so I came here, what about you?"

I bit my lower lip, fiddling with the hem of my shirt as I said, "I was thinking of buying a pregnancy test"

Hermione gasped lightly as she held my hands in hers.

"How about we go to my house to check, Ron's probably not coming home anytime soon, so I have an empty house"

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131 notes • Posted 2021-08-01 09:34:03 GMT

#1

The new potters

Chapter 2:First steps.

Summary: After receiving the news that they were gonna be parents, Harry and Y/N decide to share it with everyone.

Warnings: family fluff amd maybe some sentimental Harry 🙈 and Sirius

That night, while Y/N basically passed out on bed, Harry was to happy to sleep. Throughout the entire night he stared at his wife smiling until it hurt.

There was only one thought on his mind, he was going to be a dad.

Reader's POV

The warm rays of the sun, woke me up to a pleasant day and how could it not ? Finally me and Harry were going to be our own little family!

I rolled over to my right expecting to cuddle up with my husband but the bed was empty. I tossed around in bed a little and was about to get up when I saw Harry. He had a huge breakfast in bed tray overflowing with food.

He say down beside me and put the food down. He chuckled as he saw my perplexed expression.

"What, can't I make some breakfast for my wife?"

"Well, yes, but you could have at-

Harry cut me off by kissing me deeply.

"Just eat now will you" he teased returning back to his toast. I shook my head, giggling.

"Always the charmer, eh Potter?"

X-X

It had been a month, since we found out about my pregnancy, and bow was it the happiest month of my life. Harry had been the biggest support, doing anything and everything for me. And before we knew it, we were to spread the word.

The first person, Sirius Black.

Having lost his parents at a tender age, Harry had never known a father figure, except Sirius. So we knew that we had to let him know first.

As I packed up my hand bag with a couple off essentials, Harry rubbed my arms protectively.

"Are you sure you want to apparate there, we can take a cab or something" he asked, tremulously.

I smiled and turned over to him.

"I'm fine, love, really"

"Bu-

"No buts, lets go already"

Harry nodded. Taking my hand in his, we both apparated away, 12 grimmauld place.

Authors POV

Grimmauld place was looking, quite merry for the holidays. Kreachure and dobby had been hanging tinsel every where z while Sirius had been cleaning up the house.

Just then, he heard the sudden pop of someone apparating and he movee to open the door.

He smiled as he saw his godson, Harry and his wife Y/N at the door step.

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🦈 Mod Furoido’s Alt Account Adventures - Vargas Camp Edition! 🦈

Sorry that it took so long to post this, but ngl it was a pain to find teams that work with the limited resources I had to level up different R cards.

I mostly used SSR’s without maxed magic or buddy as support.

Honestly though, just forget about drop bonus and choose your strongest friend.

Let’s say you have 500 Kanpan (Hard Biscuits), that would mean you can either run Extra Battles 1 to 6 Lv.1 (cost: 15) 33 times or Lv.2 (cost: 20) 25 times and Extra Battles 7 and 8 Lv.1 (cost: 30) 16 times or Lv.2 (cost: 50) 10 times.

Which will give you the most Vargas Ticket and Material drop?

For those that like Math, here are some numbers for you (considering the 500 Kanpan example above):

33 runs on Extra Battle (1/3/5) Lv.1 with both Sebek and Ruggie gives you a total of 561 Vargas Tickets and 627 of the Material (Wood/Fish/Stone Fragment) dropped in that area.

25 runs on Extra Battle (2/4/6) Lv.2 with no drop bonus gives you a total of 450 Vargas Tickets and 500 of the Material (Wood/Fish/Stone Fragment) dropped in that area.

25 runs on Extra Battle (2/4/6) Lv.2 with just Sebek gives you a total of 500 Vargas Tickets and 550 of the Material (Wood/Fish/Stone Fragment) dropped in that area.

25 runs on Extra Battle (2/4/6) Lv.2 with just Ruggie gives you a total of 550 Vargas Tickets and 600 of the Material (Wood/Fish/Stone Fragment) dropped in that area.

16 runs on Extra Battle 7 Lv.1 with both Sebek and Ruggie gives you a total of 592 Vargas Tickets.

10 runs on Extra Battle 8 Lv.2 with no drop bonus gives you a total of 500 Vargas Tickets.

In other words, efficiency-wise, it’s better to farm Lv.1 than Lv.2 if you’re not able to clear it with both Sebek and Ruggie.

The ideal team for drops is [character A] and [character B] + Camp Sebek + 2 Camp Ruggie (your own and support).

Example:

(This team is strong enough to beat all 3 Extra Battles [Lv.2] for Wood, Fish and Stone Fragments, that’s because Dorm Tweels are both maxed in terms of magic and can finish the other team’s HP before I’m forced to use my weaker moves)

However, not everyone can replicate that. So what should those without maxed SSR’s do?

In this post, I’ll show some team examples that you can adapt with your own cards (do yourself a favor and don’t limit your teams to have only R’s and Camp Sebek).

WOOD FARMING SPOT

Extra Battle 1 [Lv.1] - Tree / Water / Null

This one is still manageable with non-maxed Camp Ruggie support and 5/5 Magic R Cards, give preference to Tree element as it will either deal Neutral or Strong damage. Try to use the Water magic when the enemy uses Null, give preference to hitting Water with Tree unless you notice that the battle will be long and the next magic will all be at disadvantage and you might die.

Extra Battle 2 [Lv.2] - Tree

This one is kind of tough in the sense that it only has Tree element, so having both Sebek’s and Ruggie’s Water might result in defeat if you don’t have the firepower (quite literally) to finish the other team before you’re forced to use your Water magic. You might want to remove one of them, if not both, in order to clear the stage more easily.

Here are some team examples that work:

FISH FARMING SPOT

Extra Battle 3 [Lv.1] - Water / Fire / Null

Thanks to Camp Ruggie and Camp Sebek having both Water and Tree magic, Fish is, by far, the easiest material to farm. There isn’t much to say here.

Extra Battle 4 [Lv.2] - Water

You can easily clear this stage with the same team as before, I only switched PE Vil with PE Sebek because he’s double Tree. Bless the amount of good R’s that are either Water/Tree or double Tree. I recommend looking for a Camp Ruggie support for that neat drop bonus, but if you can’t find one or are having trouble with the battle, Dorm Leona is your next best pick.

STONE FRAGMENTS FARMING SPOT

Extra Battle 5 [Lv.1] - Fire / Tree / Null

Once again, I managed to do the Lv.1 Extra Battle with both drop bonus characters. It’s mostly Fire, so you have to be really careful with your Tree magic and use try to use them against their Null, giving priority to using Fire against the opponent’s Tree.

Extra Battle 6 [Lv.2] - Fire

This one was a real pain. Only double Water R is Ortho and I didn’t have many Fire/Water R’s leveled up. I allowed myself to use SR Deuce once because I chose another SR as support (Grim is great if you maxed his Magic btw). Other than the 2nd team (4 turns thanks to having 2 Attack SR’s), all battles ended on turn 6 and with very little HP left. For the team with Dorm Azul, I’d have replaced Epel with School Uniform Jade if mine wasn’t Lv.1 (the ATK UP M he gives Dorm Azul is beauté).

Next Farming Spot will be under the cut in case there are still people that haven’t finished the Event Story.

VARGAS TICKET FARMING SPOT

Extra Battle 7 [Lv.1] - Tree / Water

After many many tries, I finally managed to clear this one. Not worth the trouble to have 2 drop bonus characters, really. Do it only if you can win without having to rely on rng giving you the right elements at the right time. Go with your strongest cards.

Extra Battle 8 [Lv.2] - Fire / Tree

As you can see, I said to hell with using only R’s and used the only SSR I actually leveled up + 2 of my starter SR’s. The biggest problem with this fight is that if you can’t defeat your enemy fast enough, he’ll heal and heal and heal and also buff and buff and buff... and kill you. You need high ATK to end the battle ASAP and also enough HP to survive until you can do it. Even when I chose Dorm Riddle support, I still couldn’t win because I didn’t have enough firepower to defeat the enemy before my HP was down to zero.

The Guts also didn’t help. If you can’t finish the battle on turn 5, turn 6 usually has the enemy healing over 2k HP and also attacking first, so unless you have enough HP left to survive another hit or can heal, you’re likely to die. That happened way more times than I’d like. And as if that wasn’t enough, he can also recast it after the effect wears off on turn 5.

Just so you can have an idea, even my main has trouble with it (because I insist on having max drop efficiency) if I get bad rng. I need to hit the Fire DUOs on Tree magic or I get killed by all the buffed neutral damage taken.

I once died even though I had a maxed Lv.100 Ruggie as support, all because rng decided to give me all the wrong element matchups. So really, don’t feel bad if you can’t win this battle.

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#5

Be Still My Heart 

[Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Red Carpet Diaries]

– – – Characters: Alex Spencer, Thomas Hunt Book: Red Carpet Diaries [Thomas Hunt x MC] Word Count: < 550 Rating: Teen (nothing happens but suggestive language ensues) Synopsis: Thomas lands the cover of a magazine and Alex has some thoughts about it.

Prompts: dreaming @choicesjanuarychallenge2021 

Note: This story is inspired by an edit made by @choices_sady_edits_ on Instagram (included in the title card). She kindly allowed me to write my little story about it. 

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“It looks absolutely ridiculous.” Thomas ranted, tossing a magazine on the table beside Alex. 

Her lips pulled into a cheeky grin at the sight. “They gave you the cover?!! Oh my gosh, Thomas! That’s amazing!”

“Is it?” He scoffed. A look of disdain scowled across his face as he gazed upon the image. “Look at it! I look ridiculous. Look at that pose! Where’s the decorum?”

She rolled her eyes at his protest. “You’re being a bit dramatic. You’re acting as if they put you in a wet t-shirt contest.” 

“I’m a serious artistic director, not some Playboy looking to seduce the readers,” he insisted. His head shook side to side in frustration. “Ugh! And that jacket with just a plain, white shirt! I would never!” 

Her finger glided across the glossy cover of the magazine, tracing his face. “I don’t know. I think you look sexy.”

“Be serious for a moment.”

“Oh, I am. Teenage me would totally hang this on her wall.” She wagged her eyebrows at him. “Actually, I’m sure there are many teenagers who already have this pinned on their walls, and I can’t blame them.”

“Why would anyone want to do that?” Thomas huffed. “I’m more than twice their age.”

Alex shrugged lazily. “You’ve clearly never been a teenage girl.” 

“Obviously.” He stated as though the fact was not just that.

“Be still, my heart.” She giggled, dramatically swooning and batting her eyes at the photo. “I think I shall frame it and hang it up in my office.”

“You will do no such thing.”

“Oh, but I do think I must.” Alex rested her head in the palms of her hands, staring dreamily down at the photo. “Oh, Thomas Hunt. You are just so pretty. I think we shall be married and make lots of beautiful babies.”

“You are impossible.” 

“Oh, my sweet innocent husband. If only you knew what people would be thinking gazing at this cover.” Alex smirked and bit the corner of her lower lip. “Now me personally, I would be thinking about slowly taking off that jacket, planting kisses on your skin as I go, making sure you knew just how appreciative I was for such a gorgeous photo.”

“Alex!” He scolded. 

“Shhh.” She stretched out her arm toward him, pressing her finger to his lip, her gaze still on the magazine. “Don’t ruin my fantasy.”

Thomas sighed exasperatedly, resigning himself to her whims. “You know the actual thing is right here.”

“Mmhmm.” She breathed contentedly, letting her daydreams about the photograph fill her thoughts.

He took her hand from his face and brushed feathery-light kisses over her knuckles. His lips dragged across her delicate skin as he turned her wrist. It started slowly, as he kissed above her pulse point, taking time to relish how her breathing shifted beneath his touch. “You don’t need to fantasize, my Alex. I’m right here.”

She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, turning into his darkened gaze.

“I’m all yours and only yours.” 

“Yes, yes you are.” She stood to meet him. The pads of her fingers trailed lazily across the coarse hair of his beard. “Now, I believe I have some gratitude to adore upon you, Mr. Hunt. If you’d be so kind as to follow me.”

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#3

A Hand to Hold

[Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Baby Hunt Masterlist]

– – – Characters: Alex Spencer, Thomas Hunt, Baby Hunt (Felicity & Vincent [OCs]), doctor, nurses Book: Red Carpet Diaries [Thomas Hunt x F!OC] Word Count: approx 1,300 Rating/Warnings: Teen (Childbirth/labor, no graphic descriptions) Notes: This has literally been sitting in my drafts/WIP since October. I hope I finally got it right. Synopsis: Alex and Thomas are ready to meet their twins.

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The time on the clock read 8:30 p.m. Alex had now been in labor for 6 hours and 24 minutes. She had asked the nurse to keep track of it, as she had no intention of letting her husband forget it. She and Thomas had decided a natural birth would be for the best, but at that moment, she was questioning the sanity of that decision. 

Her contractions strengthened, as did her cries. It would be another hour and 57 minutes before the doctor would inform her that she was finally ready to begin pushing. 

Thomas had insisted upon documenting every moment through the lens of his camera, despite Alex’s growing contempt. He knew she didn’t mean it and would be grateful one day, so he pressed on.

“Aaaargh,” Alex groaned, grasping the bed as another contraction ripped through her. She gritted her teeth until it passed. They were coming more frequently with little time between to allow her to recover.

“You’re doing great, my love, just a little longer,” he encouraged.

“Thomas.” His name slipped through her chapped lips. Weakly, she raised her hand, hoping to find his. 

His lens and attention shifted beneath her gown, where her doctor examined her progress once more. 

The doctor shifted slightly to accommodate the curious father, a look of annoyance growing on her face. 

“Thank you. This is a much better frame for the shot.” The filmmaker took care to focus and capture the moment as the doctor made her assessment.

“Not quite yet, Mrs. Hunt,” she announced. “You’re doing great, but you’ve still got some time to go.” 

Thomas turned the lens back to his wife. Her usual joyous gaze narrowed darkly at him. His first thought was ‘stop looking at me like that’, but he knew better than to voice that thought. 

Using her precious time before the next contraction hit, she gathered her strength, “Put down the camera! You’re done.”

“You’ll thank me later for documenting this,” he insisted. “We agreed we wanted to film everything.”

“I can hold the camera,” one of the nurses offered, much to Thomas’s dismay. 

“Give her the damn camera, Thomas!” Alex growled, the vein on the side of her head throbbed.“NOW!”

“But the composition… the framing,” Thomas quietly asserted. His protest lasted only a second after witnessing what he could only describe as a death stare. He had never quite understood the phrase ‘if looks could kill’ before, but at that moment, he was certain that if looks could kill, he’d be dead right now.

He quickly handed the camera to the nurse and moved to Alex’s side just in time for her next contraction.

She grabbed his hand immediately, gripping tightly, as she cried through the pain. The strongest contraction yet left tears in both of their eyes. 

“Get these babies out of me!!!” Alex screamed.

“Not quite yet, Mrs. Hunt,” the doctor explained. She received her own death glare at her words. Thomas was delighted not to be on the receiving end this time. “Your little bundles of joy are playing shy.”

As the seconds passed like hours, Thomas did his best to keep his wife calm. He wiped her tears, held her hand, and ran ice chips across her lips, restoring much-needed hydration. He forgot all about the camera. His focus was solely on the mother of his unborn children and the pain and discomfort she was enduring for their family. “I love you. I love you so much, Alex.” 

Her cries of agony increased, which neither thought possible, as time marched on.

“It’s time,” the doctor finally announced.

The expectant parents shared a look of hopeful reassurance, each nodding to signal their readiness to meet their twins. They had waited so long, and the moment was finally here, or so they thought. Unfortunately, they would have to wait a bit longer as this stage was lengthier than either had anticipated. 

“One more push,” the doctor declared after another 47 minutes. 

“Augghhhmm,” Alex screamed, clenching Thomas’s hand. Her skin glistened from sweat, her wet hair stuck to her skin. Her tears of pain and utter exhaustion eased at the sound of her baby’s first cry. 

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Giving Thomas Hunt the CG he deserves 😍

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53 notes • Posted 2021-07-19 01:22:58 GMT

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Alex & Thomas Hunt 😍

I cannot even begin to put into words how much I love this gorgeous portrait of my forever OTP by @ethansdique. Eva is so amazingly talented!

It is truly magical and breathtaking! Just wow! 💖💖💖💖

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Okay so since ya girl (shamefully) has astrapophobia, I get very nervous during these times and I sometimes will panic if it's loud. I've been in a loud ass storm that I swear shook our dorm building and I had a panic attack. I feel so shameful of being scared of them so I try to hide it but yeah...I half think J might hate them too because I HC that his military past gets triggered by them, so it could either be like something you two feel closer by or just him comforting you. Either or works!!

I really like the idea of both of you needing comfort during a storm - Joker bc military past as you say, and you for your fear. With that in mind, I think maybe he’d be more susceptible to fluff? I hope you enjoy this! If not, please let me know and I’ll redo it

Warning: thunderstorms, mentions of PTSD (Joker; military), astrapophobia (reader), panic attacks, swearing.

Word count: 1, 561.

Thunder rumbled across the sky, the noise so loud, so violent, that you could have sworn that it shook the walls of your dormitory building. Your heart seized in your chest and picked up, fear making your forehead hot and your breath skipped and then became irregular.

Calm down, deep breaths… it’s just thunder, it’s just thun - 

Lightning ripped across the sky and you whimpered, your hand inching towards your phone. Immediately did you dial a number which you had had to learn by rote, unable to save it on a SIM card or into your phone just in case Joker was ever captured by the FBI and you were found out to be involved. Having his number in your phone would be incriminating, so after every use of it did you have to delete it from your phone. One of Joker’s goons then erased it from your phone record, the event isolated, and so the cycle continued.

It was the only way Joker could keep you safe and you took any measure he gave you as seriously as he did. A joker he may be, but nothing was as serious to him as the act of loving you.

With a trembling hand did you hold the phone to your ear. It rang once, twice, thrice, “Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up pick uuuuup~ oh, fucking finally! Hi, hello!” Your voice was shaky, your breathing irregular, but you put on a brave face for just long enough to ask for Joker. To ask him to come home. You were scared of thunderstorms to the point of panic attacks, and Joker’s PTSD, thanks to his military background, was often triggered by it, too, and you needed him here so that you could take care of each other and therefore yourselves. “I-is Joker there?”

“Yeah, hang on.” The man you had spoken to was someone you didn’t know even the name of, all in the name of safety, and yet you were familiar with each of them in your own way. This particular man was always nice to you. Whereas some of the other disposable goons would make it clear that you phoning was an inconvenience - a total lie because you only ever used the number to Joker’s Headquarters when you needed your clown - this one always saw your phone calls for what they are: asking for help. He always got you to Joker as quickly as the situation allowed. There was some crackling on the line and some hushed, incoherent voices and you could just make out Joker’s deeper voice among everyone else’s. And then - 

“Doll,” You gasped, your chest aching, at the sound of Joker’s voice, and he shushed you roughly, though you took it as the unconventional comfort that he intended it to be, “How ya’ holdin’ up?”

“Barely. You?”

Joker grunted and the line went dead, your phone beeping in your hand to signify the end of the call, but you smiled even through your large, hot and heavy tears. If you didn’t know Joker, you would have taken this to be rude and uncaring. But you did know him, you did, and you knew he was coming home. His grunt had been one of agreement and so eager to get to you was he that he was most likely already on his way over to you, your phone records being tampered with even as you clambered into your bed and pull the duvet tight around you.

You knew not how much time passed while you kept your eyes shut tight so that, even under the duvet as you were, you couldn’t see the flashes of lightning. The thunder, however, was so loud, so strong that it was almost like a motorbike, and it vibrated deep within your very bones. You kept your phone enclosed within your hand, your shaking fingers squeezing every now and then to ground yourself.

Your panic was reaching new heights as it felt like your skin was crawling, your forehead super hot, your entire body trembling, your breaths irregular and your heart pounding in your head, and all you could think about was your chaotic clown. You were in the midst of a panic attack but thoughts of him kept you from sinking underneath the murky waters of your raging mind. You worried about him, too, and you hoped that both of you would still be coherent enough when he finally came home for the two of you to comfort each other. 

Nights like this had been filled with cuddles and comfort once both of you had figured out that the other suffered during storms. For different reasons, this was true, but at its core was panic and it was this which the two of you focused on. In comforting and calming each other were you able to calm yourselves. Nights like this brought you both infinitely closer than you already were and sometimes you even looked forward to it - not because you would both be triggered, but because you would spend all of that time together. 

There was the sound of slamming doors, quick footsteps, and your heart picked up again but for a different reason this time, as the footsteps came closer and closer and closer, and then your door opened, slammed shut and locked, bolted and everything else. Silence and the rustling of clothing, the thudding of shoes being carelessly removed and tossed to the side, and then your duvet was flipped back to reveal, in all his chaotic glory, your clown.

His greasepaint was running in some places from where he had been caught in the rain, and in others did bare patches of skin show through. His hair was greasier now than it had been yesterday, strands sticking to his face or swept back by a careless hand. He needed another dye job but as his dark chocolate eyes looked down at you, those depths swimming with an intense need to comfort you but also for his own needs to be met, all thoughts of anything other than him went out of the window.

“Oh, my - “ You held your arms out, your fingers clenching as you reached for him, “Joker!”

Joker chuckled at your less than subtle display of desperate yearning, the sound a little strained, as he clambered in beside you with a huff. “Budge up, doll - give me space.”

“… You want me to move over in my bed?”

Joker stared at you, amusement tugging up the corner of his full lips, the macabre red paint smeared and ultimately blended into the white greasepaint which made him look ghostly. He looked like he was going to say some kind of quip, but then lightning illuminated the entire room and thunder quickly followed with a noise so loud you put your hands over your ears and even Joker winced, and all was forgotten as you pushed yourself backwards and made room for the love of your life, who laid down beside you and tugged the duvet around the both of you so that you were both protected from the natural chill of the room.

The words I love you were often spoken by you, though they were never reciprocated by Joker in the same manner. No. He said it in the way he had obviously rushed over here to be with you due to your mutual need at that moment. He said it in the way that his arm wound around your waist as he tugged you closer, a socked foot on your shin asking you to part your lower legs so that he could anchor himself to you by locking his own leg between yours. He said it in the way he pressed his painted forehead against yours, one of his hands finding yours beneath the duvet.

Your breath shuddered both at Joker’s proximity and also at the way lightning suddenly and violently illuminated the room. You shut your eyes tight and Joker’s hand squeezed yours in silent comfort. He had never been especially cuddly or affectionate, not like this anyway, with his body so completely wrapped around yours, but this night did you both need physical grounding, so distressed were you both by the storm.

A long, low shush which rumbled in Joker’s chest broke through the roaring in your ears and the arm around your waist tightened, his hand rubbing your back slowly. “Easy, Y/N, easy. Breathe. You’re safe, doll.“ Despite his bravado, though, he flinched, his entire body tense and on edge as thunder boomed across the sky, and now it was your turn to comfort him as you pressed a tender, lingering kiss to his forehead.

“So are you, J.” Your whisper was louder than the building voices in Joker’s mind and his lips quirked upwards slightly as together did you keep each other grounded, safe, whole and loved, though never was that word returned to you. You didn’t need it to be, though, for as Joker’s breathing evened out and his intense dark eyes fluttered shut under your careful gaze, his arm slackened over your waist and his body became a dead weight against your own, you realised that Joker told you every moment of every day in his very own turbulent way, and you wouldn’t have it or him any differently.

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