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vemaro · 11 months ago

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alone again

[PART 3]

This is a link to PART 1 and PART 2.

Pairing: Astarion x Tav (female Tav)

Word count: ~2900

Notes: Sorry this took so long! I was just so unhappy with everything I wrote. I redid this part a handful of times. Honestly, I’m still not totally satisfied. Oh well! I finished this at almost 2 am and proofread really quickly before work so hopefully this thing is legible. Ngl, this song helped inspire me a little. I hadn’t heard it in a while and it fit the mood.

Here you go!

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Tav is convinced she’s dreaming.

For years, she’s sent out letters inviting all of her friends to attend numerous affairs; grand openings, galas, holidays, even a simple meal. Most of the time, at least two of them would show up. Sometimes, if luck is on her side, three will appear at once. Never as many as today. Her and Terrick’s wedding ceremony was the last time she managed to persuade them all to come to the city, but even then Lae’zel was absent.

On occasion someone will pass through the Gate without having been directly invited, like when Astarion, Karlach, and Dammon showed up on her doorstep months prior. Although, that is an extremely rare occurrence. And again, never as many as today. She can’t help but wonder what prompted this mass visitation. Deep down, she knows (hopes) they care, but her intuition tells her this is no mere coincidence.

Despite Tav’s inner turmoil, the banter between her and Astarion comes as easily as it always has. His quips are semi-censored due to Callum’s presence, but other than that, it feels like old times. Well, that and the addition of the umbrella. She lets the nostalgia wrap around her like a warm blanket.

Not fifteen minutes into the journey home, Callum falls asleep. He’s nestled comfortably on her side with his cheek resting on her shoulder. Every few minutes Tav will turn her head away from the conversation to bury her nose in his hair or press a kiss to the crown of his head. Having her son so close helps stave off the negativity and paranoia, but it can only do so much.

Tav licks her lips. She might as well ask him now. Get it over with. “Astarion?”

He hums in reply. “Hm?”

She mentally braces herself. “How long will you be in Baldur’s Gate?”

Astarion keeps his voice nonchalant and his eyes trained on the path ahead. “Oh, you know, darling, just until the end of the month.”

Tav lets his words sink in for five long seconds. Then she gawks up at the vampire. “I’m sorry, did you say until the end of the month?”

He smirks, but still doesn’t look her way. “I did.”

“But—” She counts to herself, lightly tapping her fingers against Callum’s back. Then she counts again because that’s way too many days. Then once more for good measure. After checking, double and triple, she balks. “But that’s more than a tenday.”

He chuckles at her shock. “Yes. I’m aware. We rented our old suite at the Elfsong Tavern until—“

She halts in place. “We?” she parrots, voice bordering on shrill. “Who else is staying?”

Astarion internally smacks himself for the slip. Damn it all. He really needs to learn when to stop talking around the woman. “Don’t tell them I ruined the surprise, darling. The slash happy gith will take pleasure in gutting me if she found out.” She continues to stare up at him, waiting for him to elaborate. The vampire sighs. “All of us are staying for the remainder of the month. Even Halsin, Jaheira, and Minsc are supposed to pop in at some point.”

“Everyone will be in the city?” she presses. “Everyone everyone?”

He rolls his eyes in exasperation. “Yes, everyone everyone.”

The question slips out by accident. “Why?”

Astarion is taken aback and the mood is immediately soured. “What the hells do you mean why?”

Why are they here? What could have possibly brought them all together? Is there a new threat looming over them only she isn’t yet aware of? Is that why Gale suggested they spend the day together, to strategize? Is that why Halsin, Jaheira and Minsc will be joining up? Why are they here? She says none of this out loud. She says nothing at all.

He pulls his arm from her grip and takes a step back, exposing Tav to the sunlight. She winces at the sudden brightness. “You literally invited us. We’re here because you asked us to come.”

But why she wants to ask again. Why is this the one time they all decided to show up? Why now? Why not before? Why today? “I-I know that,” she stutters.

“Do you not want us here?” he accuses.

Her panic from earlier returns tenfold. “What? Of course I want you here!”

“Then what seems to be the problem?”

Yes, what is the problem? They’re here, aren’t they? That’s all Tav’s ever wanted. And yet she can’t ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that something’s amiss. “There’s no problem, none at all,” says the druid, but even she can hear the lie as it passes her lips.

A frown forms between his brow. “Really? It feels as though there is.”

“No, I …” Her desperation for answers is being misconstrued for annoyance. What was she supposed to say? If she keeps talking, it’ll only make things worse. “I …”

“You what?” he snaps. “I can go if my presence is such a burden.”

“Don’t!” She instinctively reaches out to grab him, but aborts the movement at the last second. “I’m sorry, Astarion.” And she’s confused and she’s tired and she deeply regrets starting this conversation. “I didn’t mean to come across as ungrateful. I am happy you’re here. I just …” She stops right as her voice is about to crack. Tav swallows the lump in her throat and tries again. “I miss you.” The back of her eyes sting. To hide the tears building in the corners, she lowers her gaze down and away.

When he sighs, his entire body softens. All the tension melts again and he’s left feeling guilty for losing his temper. “I miss you as well.”

A sinister voice hisses something wicked in her mind. Does he? If he misses Tav as much as he claims, why not visit more often? A much more cruel voice provides a bittersweet answer; because she did this to him. Because he doesn’t miss her at all. How could he after what she’d done? After condemning him to a life in the shadows. Who is she to shed tears when the fault is her own?

She tries to take a deep breath, to steady herself, but the weight of Callum, the tightness in her throat, and the corset of her dress are making such a task seem nigh impossible. It shudders and breaks, coming out more like a sob. She slaps a hand over her mouth, cursing herself for losing her composure. There are people all around them. If they aren’t already watching, they will if she starts openly sobbing.

A cool hand touches her shoulder. “Tav?” He says her name like it’s the most precious thing in the world. It makes her want to openly sob.

She shrugs off the appendage and turns away. “I’m fine.”

His blood red eyes bore into her back. He wants nothing more than to comfort her somehow, the way she used to comfort him and the rest of their friends, but he can’t bear her rejecting his aid a second time. “Why don’t I believe you?”

“Because I’m a mess,” she says through choked laughter.

“Please tell me what’s going on.”

“Nothing is going on, Astarion.” But she can feel a tear trickle down her cheek. “Just go to the tavern. I’ll walk the rest of the way on my own.”

“Hold on—” Without thinking, his hand darts out to prevent a hasty retreat. However, he underestimates her speed, so his hand passes the outline of the darkness enchantment. “Fuck,” he growls when the sun burns his skin.

Tav spins back around, horrified. “Oh no. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t think—I didn’t know you’d—I’m so sorry.” Why couldn’t she have kept her mouth shut? Why couldn’t she just accept things at face value? If she had, he wouldn’t haven’t gotten hurt. It’s her fault. It’s all her fault. It’s all her fault. It’s all—

“We need to leave now.”

Without warning, his hand is on her back, pushing her forward. Tav doesn’t fight it, drowning in remorse for what just transpired. He’s not leading her up the main road anymore. They twist and turn down alleys and side streets until she finds them outside an decrepit building. He makes quick work on the lock, throws open the door, and all but shoves her in first. She hears the door shut and the lock click.

A fresh set of apologies are ready to spew out of her like vomit. “Astarion. I am so—“

He’s quick to cut her off with the swipe of a hand. “Stop. It wasn’t your fault.”

She looks at him as though he’s grown a second head. “Yes, it was. If I hadn’t tried to walk away, you wouldn’t have tried to stop me.”

“I was the one foolish enough to lunge after you in broad daylight,” he argues.

“You only lunged after me because I’m on the verge of tears.” She is no longer on the verge, she is in tears, fucking hells. “So let me apologize properly.”

“Alright then. As an apology, I want a godsdamn explanation for whatever this is.”

She shakes her head. “This is nothing. For the last time, I’m fine.”

He throws the umbrella onto the floor. It clatters onto the dusty floor. “I’d be more likely to believe you if you didn’t have twin tear tracks running down your face.” He closes the distance, leaving a foot of space between them. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

She finally lets it explode out of her. “What’s wrong is that you abandoned me like everyone else in my life! And no matter how long you stay, you’re inevitably going to leave again!” Callum stirs in her arms. The little boy’s eyes flutter open and he mumbles something incomprehensible. Astarion backs off, giving Tav room to soothe him until he’s lulled back to sleep. She whispers sweet words of affirmation in his ear and bounces him like she used to when he was a baby.

It takes a few minutes until Callum is sound asleep again. Even then, the silence stretches on a little longer. Tav stands on one side of the room and Astarion stands near the middle, leaning against a ruined cushioned loveseat. They’re eyes are locked, expressions unreadable.

She breaks the silence first. “I miss you. I miss all of my friends. I hate being alone again.”

He cards his finger through his fine, white curls. “No one forced you to stay in Baldur’s Gate or told you to get married.” Most of them tried to convince her not to wed Terrick.

She frowns. “I didn’t have many other options.”

The vampire scoffs at that. “You could’ve left the city and not get married.”

“And go where?”

“Anywhere your heart desired.”

“The only place I want to be is with you—” Her cheeks burn with the confession, though it’s hard to distinguish with her face already flushed red from crying. “—or any of our friends.”

He pushes off the back of the chair to stand fully. “Then why didn’t you come with one of us?”

“No one wanted me to go with them.”

“What gave you that idea?”

She suddenly feels embarrassed and needs to look away again. “No one asked.”

One step forward. “I’m pretty sure any of our friends would’ve been thrilled to have you accompany them.”

“Any of our other friends, but not you.”

Another step. “And what gave you that idea?”

She narrows her eyes at him. “You know why.”

Two more steps. “Spell it out as if I don’t.”

Robby shuffles in place and adjusts her hold on Callum as a stalling tactic. By now, Astarion is standing right in front of her again. She’s too nervous to meet his eyes. “I’m the reason you’re stuck in the Underdark. It’s my fault you’re responsible for thousands of vampire spawn.” She pauses, debating whether she should say her next words. No, she will. “Stopping the ritual was the right thing to do and I don’t regret it. I would do it again, but … I also recognize you suffered for my decision. Why would you want the person who stuck you in that position around?”

Because he’s madly in love with her and nothing would make him happier than to have her by his side. “My life isn’t precisely as I imagined it would be, and yet I am still content with where I ended up.” As content as he can be without her there. “And you’re right. You would’ve been a reminder for the position I’m in; free and out of Cazador’s control.”

She finally feels brave enough to look into his eyes again. Unfortunately for her, the tears are back with a vengeance. “You don’t hate me, not even a little?”

He gently cups the side of her face and uses his thumb to brush away the fresh tears. She leans into his touch and thank the gods his heart doesn’t function properly or else she would’ve heard it pounding. A small smile finds its way on his lips. “No, not at all.” It’s quite the opposite.

“Then why do I see everyone, at most, twice a year?”

The smile turns wry. “Because we’re shit friends apparently.”

She grabs the wrist on the hand cupping her face. “And why is everyone suddenly so keen on staying in the city for more than two days when that’s never happened before?”

“We were trying to surprise you,” he says.

She gets that cute crinkle in her brow whenever she’s in disbelief. “That’s it?”

He shrugs. “That’s it.”

Tav’s eyes flicker between his, trying to determine if he’s speaking the truth. She so, so badly hopes he is. “You swear?”

He raises his right hand and draws an X on his chest. “Cross my heart, darling.”

And just like that, she relaxes. She releases the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding and her shoulders droop. A few more tears leak out as she laughs. “Well, this is humiliating.”

His signature smirk is back in place. “I wont tell if you don’t.” He holds a finger up to his lips and winks. “I’d appreciate it if you pretended to be clueless about our long visit.”

Tav laughs some more. “Deal.”

“Deal.”

She pulls him into a one armed hug to seal the deal. “I’m sorry for being dramatic.”

He should be glad she’s moving past everything that just happened, but it breaks his heart that she’s taking the blame. However, it’s for the best that he leaves it be. “Melodrama is my thing.” He hugs her back. “But I forgive you.”

Being in his embrace feels right, feels safe. Tav pulls him in a little closer. “You know, Callum would love if you came by more often. It doesn’t have to be monthly, but once a season sounds fair.”

“Just Callum, eh?” he teases.

And she’s blushing again. “I wept over how much I missed you. It should go without saying that I also want to see you more often.”

“I could stand to hear you explicitly say—ow!”

Tav leans away and smacks him on the back. “Don’t be an ass, Astarion.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Just trying to lighten the mood, Tav dear.” Even with her leaning away, she’s still so close. She’s right there. All he would have to do is lean forward and … “Why, I believe it’s about time we get you home.”

“Yes. Right.” She reluctantly takes a couple steps back. “Don’t forget the, uh …”

The vampire holds back a grimace. “The magical prop that prevents me from burning alive, I know.” He goes and picks up the umbrella with a loud huff. “Let’s try this again.” He saunters over to the door, opens it, and bows lowly. “Lead on.”

Tav comes over and hooks her arm with his. “Okay.”

And they were off.

…

“Why aren’t we killing the bastard again?”

Gale pinches the ridge of his nose. “Because he’s a public figure,” he deadpans.

Astarion matches his expression and rolls his eyes. “So was Gortash and we still killed him.”

“Gortash wasn’t married to our friend.”

The vampire shrugs. “Semantics.”

“Astarion,” Gale hisses.

“What?”

He is well on his way to a migraine. Astarion is a (mostly) trusted friend, but he’s a lot to deal with at best and downright incorrigible at worst. Tav was always the one to steer him in the right direction. “I think we can all agree in our distaste for Tav’s choice in spouse, but it’s a delicate situation.”

“Distaste,” he repeats mockingly. “I fucking hate the man.”

Gale sighs. “I concur.” Astarion opens his mouth, probably to say something smartass, so the wizards beat him to it. “But you agreed to stick with the plan. A plan that I believe will leave Tav and Callum unscathed.”

His eyes snap to the woman he loves across the room. She’s smiling, glowing, as she watches Karlach and Wyll entertain her son. She doesn’t deserve what that monster is doing to her. Terrick doesn’t deserve to continue living. If it was his choice, Astarion would slit the man’s throat and be done with it, but apparently the public needs evidence of his wrong doings. “Fine …”

“Thank you.”

“If he steps one foot out of line though, screw the plan.”

Gale chuckles darkly and pats him on the back. “I know.”

#bg3 #astarion bg3 #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion ancunin #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #tavstarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #tav #vemaro

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3luejam · 2 years ago

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ShuiZhu ( main lmk oc )

水珠 ( water pearl )

she/her // bisexual

names / nickname:

ao Shui / shui zhu

{ water girl / titan mermaid / goddess of the ocean / sea witch / fan girl2.0 / the pearl keeper }

backstory:

Ao guang found a giant clam created by nüwa with her inside and then raised her as his daughter since no one else wanted to accept her though some other dragons didnt like her at all except the dragon attendant she got used to her.

once almost injured one of her dragon brothers Ao jiao and almost killed her in a act of revenge luckily Ao guang broke the fight. Ao bing the attendant and Nezha are the only ones she got along well with

secretly went up to the surface multiple times and became best friends with Nezha when she saw him playing alone. they became jianzi duos and explored the ocean for treasures together. Ao guang then gave her a bladed fan that can change its size for safety.

as Shui grew more attached to the oceans beauty and powerful nature she somehow gained water powers because of it. she may have destroyed a few buildings but it wasnt severe but she once made a whirlpool killing many fishermen on accident and they wanted to execute her though Ao guang was angered shui cannot help but plead for him to spare the humans

the large village the fishermen lived ended up getting invaded by demons.when they found shui they invited her to be "apart" of they're family which she declined and continued causing havoc amongst the village..the humans may hate her but she wants to save them so she gave her limbs and life to the demons and the only thing left is her head the pool of water her body evaporated into and her blood with her head in Ao guangs arms

then Ao guang had asked the jade emperor to bring her back from the dead and he agreed but it would take 200 years to reborn her new body and erase the trauma she experienced but her happy moments.

then when she grew up her aquatic esque ears started to get more bigger with small scales on her back and the heavens decided to give her the role of the goddess of the sea and fish ( or just any sea creature ) but ao guang didnt want her to go in fear of loosing his own child again but shui promised that every year she would visit for 4 days.then she made a pearl balancing both land and sea from disasters making peace ( wukong tried to steal it when the brotherhood still existed )but though she ascended to divinity she must learn how on how to control her powers so guan yin offered shui to be her student or sometimes when guan yin is busy and Nezha has free time he can help her learn even though water isnt his element despite the fact they had been separated for so long they're bond still stands strong yet it took almost 100 years for them to develop into adults

when shui returned to the mortal realm the first thing she does is to tend the graves of the fishermen she had killed on accident from guilt and then visit Ao guang

( most of the time she visits Nezha hangs out with him and helps him with keeping the map safe growing water lilies and often meditate together )

ship name: Lotuswave

despite Ao jia being extremely mean to her when she was a child they actually dont mean it in fact they were just strict they try there best to be good brothers after her death

powers:

water clones ( her water clones are similar to macaque but much faster than his. the clones cant evaporate but rather when something tries to attack it the attacks go through her clones

liquidkinesis ( most of the time she uses water to attack or make random shapes in a brutal way she can do the same with blood and maybe explode it in someones body but rarely does that )

bladed fan ( her fans were given by Ao guang for protection and to block attacks. her fans can shapeshift into a bigger size but cant get smaller. she can also make tsunamis with it by making it bigger and swinging it in the most aggressive way possible )

shapeshift ( she cant shapeshift into anything but only has two forms her full fish form is made from heavenly water and often swims with other fish groups and the second one has the appearance of a water mermaid. her fish form is smaller than the second one and the second is bigger than Nezhas monster form it even grants her mind reading capabilities

often dreams of becoming a dragon someday or having another form that is a dragon and not a fish so she would feel like shes apart of the dragon family

her water hair cannot get evaporated but can change the temperature based on her emotions for example her hair can actually boil when shes mad but it doesnt hurt her or the person touching it.its just hot

#lego monkey kid oc #lmk oc #lego #legomonkiekid #lmk oc x canon #legomonkiekidoc #lmk

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spadecentral · 2 years ago

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📜 The Kingdom of Hearts [TWST Fantasy AU]

! requested: no ! a/n: im just silly

! masterlist: twst fantasy au ! summary: you're introduced to the first of seven kingdoms ! reader prns: n/a ! warning(s): mentions of death/accidental murder

The Kingdom of Hearts was one of the best places to live. That was, in terms of the people who lived there. The city was always lively and the townsfolk were always bustling around, greeting everyone and idly chatting with one another. But the rules were so strict that they practically held you in a chokehold the moment you stepped onto its land. The Rosehearts family–the family which had held the throne for hundreds of years–had made 810 laws for the citizens to strictly act by. Guards dressed in metal suits were posted at every other block, as well as all around the town square to make sure that the people were doing what they were supposed to.

The royal family was made up of the King, Queen, and their son, Prince Riddle. On special occasions, they would visit the towns, such as the birth of their son, or the marriage of the King and Queen. Rarely would the royal family ever be seen in public other than that. Most of the time when the Royal Family needed something, they would send a letter.

But on the rare chance that there was something needed within the next hour, a boy around the prince’s age would be sent out of the castle. He was easily distinguishable with his green hair and gasses. Yet, no one had the heart to talk to him. Granted, they had never seen him speak to anyone but the shop clerks to say a measly thank you. But, their inquiry about the boy would have to be put on hold until they could muster up the courage to talk to him.

There was also a poor family also living within the castle grounds. A family of four gingers, a father, two daughters, and a son. They served as court jesters in exchange for their housing and food. They are brought into the castle once a month, to face an expectant court of diplomats expecting new tricks. The more fire, the more knives, and the more dangerous stunts the better. Sometimes the people of the Kingdom of Hearts could see the jesters working on their stunts on the palace grounds, and get a free show. Of course, there are always accidents that people bear witness to. Seventeen years prior, when the family had first moved into the little shack on the grounds, they were practicing one of their stunts. Throwing knives at an apple above someone's head. The people watched as the knife flew right into the woman’s head, killing her almost instantly. The baby screamed ear-piercingly loud. No one would ever forget that day.

Many people from the Kingdom of Hearts opt to become adventurers, to get away from the strictness set in place. Those people are essentially outcasted from the kingdom, their birth certificates shredded and their belongings burned. Such extreme measures were taken because to rid yourself of the rules is utter insanity, in the royal’s eyes. They deem anyone that disobeys the laws as people who have committed treason. If any adventurer would like to step foot back on the grounds of the kingdom, they would have a hard time doing so, because of the knights placed everywhere. And if they do somehow make it in, they should always have a place or two that they can inhabit, for guards are always vigilant when looking for them.

On top of the family’s ever-growing tyranny, the country had been at war with the Kingdom of Thorns for over 20 years. With having an organized military, comes a major responsibility. Although maybe not have the strongest knights, the Kingdom of Hearts is able to keep its men strong and lean, with its tough rules and their strong regimens.

Constantly at war with other countries, it is only a matter of time before the Kingdom of Hearts is at war with itself.

#twst fantasy au #twisted wonderland fantasy au #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola #twst #twisted wonderland #twst disney #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland disney

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sophie-hatter-jenkins · 9 months ago

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A collection of Hinny-centric drabbles, microfics and one-shots written for the Ginny Lovers Discord server 5-Year Ginnversary Bingo game.

Chapter 9 - Penance

Arthur Weasley's confused. Why is Ginny hiding upstairs at the Burrow instead of being at home with her husband? And why has Harry turned up with a bunch of flowers? Luckily, Molly is on hand to clear things up.

Rating - Teen and upwards

Read on AO3 from the beginning or continue below the cut for the latest chapter (1081 words)

When Arthur Weasley let himself into the kitchen at the Burrow, he was in an excellent mood. What better way could there be to spend a Saturday afternoon than in one’s shed, rearranging one’s collection of plugs and switches? Yes, he thought to himself, it was four hours extremely well spent.

Once across the threshold, he took a moment to admire his wife. Molly was standing at the kitchen sink, simultaneously peeling vegetables, whipping up a cake batter and transferring marmalade into jars. Truly, his wife was a marvel when it came to domestic charms - and many other things besides.

He was just considering sneaking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist when green flames flared in the fireplace. Arthur peered curiously at the figure who stepped out into the kitchen, and was slightly surprised to see it was Harry. Not that his son-in-law wasn’t always welcome, of course, but he rarely visited unannounced without Ginny at his side. The fact that he was clutching a bunch of flowers and looking more than a little out of sorts only made it more unusual.

“Hi, Arthur, Hi, Molly,” he greeted them, brushing ash from his shoulders. “Umm, is Ginny here?”

Arthur couldn’t think why his daughter would be at the Burrow rather than at the home she shared with her husband, and was about to say so when Molly confirmed that Ginny was, in fact, upstairs. “Why don’t you head straight up?” she told Harry. “She’s been waiting for you.”

“Thanks, Molly.”

Harry turned towards the stairs, but looked back over his shoulder as Molly called after him. “Oh, and Harry? Between you and me, I think the flowers are a wise decision.”

Harry swallowed hard and nodded, then began to climb to the first floor.

“What’s all that about? And why is Ginny here?” asked Arthur, curiously, as soon as Harry was out of earshot.

“She stormed in not long after you went out to the shed,” Molly explained. “It seems they’ve had a bit of a… disagreement.”

“Ah. One of those,” Arthur shuddered involuntarily, knowing how alike his wife and his daughter were when it came to ‘disagreements’. Upstairs, he heard a door open, and the murmur of low voices before the door closed again. “Did she say what happened?

“You remember a few months ago, when there was that all business about Ginny getting threatening letters sent to the stadium?” began Molly. “And she had to have an Auror with her at all times, for extra security?”

Arthur shuddered. It had been an awful few weeks, knowing that someone was targeting his daughter. “Of course! But Harry and Ron caught the wizard responsible, didn’t they?” Then a horrible thought occurred to him. “He hasn’t escaped or anything has he?”

“No, no, nothing like that.” Molly’s eyes darted to the stairs, then she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial level. “Apparently, there was some paperwork Harry was meant to sign to take guarding Ginny off the Auror duty list, but she found out this morning that he never did it.”

Arthur winced. “You mean someone’s been following her around all this time?”

“Yes,” confirmed Molly. “Every day since February! And not by accident either - he thought it was too much of a risk to leave her unprotected. She was furious about it - told him it was a massive overreaction, and an invasion of her privacy, given there wasn’t anyone actually threatening her. And then he said he wasn’t going to apologise for caring about her safety.”

“I take it Ginny didn’t take that very well,” commented Arthur, wondering whether his daughter’s famed Bat Bogey hex might have got an outing.

Molly pressed her lips together and shook her head. “You know Ginny! When she got here she was spitting feathers about him being ridiculous and paranoid and too bloodyminded to see it. She’s been here ever since. ‘He knows where I am when he’s ready to apologise’,” she parroted, in an excellent imitation of her daughter.

“And it’s taken him… what, all afternoon to come around?”

Molly nodded. “Harry’s every bit as stubborn as Ginny can be.” Then she looked thoughtful. “You know, Dumbledore once told me that people find it easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right. I wonder if that’s part of it too.”

Arthur shrugged philosophically. “Whatever it is, I’m glad he worked it out in the end.”

“Well,” said Molly, looking a bit shifty. “I might have suggested to Ron that he could pop round for a quiet word. There’s no harm in moving things along, is there?”

Just then, Arthur heard footsteps on the stairs, and a moment later, Ginny appeared. She was holding the flowers and her smile was both radiant and triumphant. Behind her, Harry’s expression was more than a little sheepish.

“Thanks for the tea and sympathy, Mum,” Ginny said, as she kissed her mother on the cheek. “We’re going to head home now. Oh, I don’t suppose there’s any marmalade going spare, is there?” she asked, eyeing the stack of jars on the countertop.

“Of course there is, love!” exclaimed Molly, pressing a jar into each of her hands, which Ginny immediately handed to her husband.

“Here,” she told him. “You can put it on my toast in the morning when you bring me breakfast in bed tomorrow.”

“Breakfast in bed? Is that all? I think you might have gotten away lightly there, Harry!” teased Arthur.

“You heard then?” groaned Harry.

Arthur didn’t try to hide his amusement. “Harry, nothing stays secret in this house for long. You should know that by now! But I’m not going to judge you for trying to keep my baby girl out of harm’s way.”

“No,” retorted Ginny. “That’s my job, Dad. And don’t worry, breakfast in bed is the least of the grovelling he’ll be doing.”

“I thought you’d forgiven me?” asked Harry, looking alarmed.

“I have.” She reached up and pecked him on the lips. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have to make it up to me. You still have your penance to pay!”

After saying their goodbyes, Harry and Ginny stepped into the fireplace to head home. As the flames died down, Arthur put his arms around his wife and kissed her very thoroughly.

“Gracious, Arthur!” she exclaimed, when they broke apart. “What brought that on?”

“Pre-emptive strike, Mollywobbles,” he grinned. “Getting in your good books for when I next have a penance to pay!”

#harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny #harry x ginny #ginniversary bingo #arthur weasley #molly weasley #mollywobbles

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stigmvtas · 1 year ago

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MYRIA SAENGKAEW — ABRIDGED.

welcome to marina, MYRIA SAENGKAEW ( nonbinary, she/they ) ! they are a THIRTY year old who has lived over on MARINA HEIGHTS for MOST OF HER LIFE and works as a MORTICIAN/TAXIDERMIST. everyone says they look a lot like KITTY CHICHA. what do you think? — JAMES, 24, THEY/THEM, EST.

MENTIONS OF PREMATURE BIRTH, CHILD NEGLECT, CAR ACCIDENT, DEATH, ALCOHOLISM, TAXIDERMY, AND DEAD ANIMALS.

profile.

full name: myria 'noi' saengkaew.

birthday: july 13th, 1993.

astrology: cancer sun, taurus moon, leo ascending.

sexuality: bisexual.

currently listening to: timefighter by lucy dacus.

last known location: [[[cannot be found]]]

PINTEREST.

brief history.

premature birth; born prematurely on a day considered extremely unlucky, to a pair of parents who were not only household celebrity names in thailand, but deeply superstitious and spiritual people at that.

child neglect; from there on, myria was considered the unlucky one. the one whose bad luck follows. she's so sure that her parents didn't mean to ignore her in favor for her siblings, but they did, regardless. myria's other two siblings became classic nepo babies, riding off of the success of their parents and finding their own fame - and myria stayed in the background.

every time she tried to branch out like them, it only wound up in mysterious accidents on set. as a child, she overcompensated by picking up hobbies left and right, trying to master them all but always falling short.

eventually myria came to marina one summer, thinking it's a regular vacation at her family's home they've had on the island for generations - but she didn't leave with her family when they did. instead, she was left with a nanny and a bodyguard and an enrollment in the local school.

her family rarely visited, and rarely paid her any mind when she came to them, so eventually myria stopped altogether. when she was 18, she decided to travel the states.

car accident / death; stopped in LA and falls in love with a up-and-coming film director there. they make it to a year before a car accident takes their life and leaves myria all alone again.

came back to marina after that, feeling defeated. took a few years to herself before eventually going to mortuary school & becoming the local mortician. took up a few taxidermy classes as well, but she's still a bit amateur at it.

facts & temperaments.

her family calls her noi, because she was born so tiny, and was considerably frail for the majority of her childhood. the nickname stuck afterwards, but it's more of a demeaning mark than anything.

the most cheerful person you've ever seen. is usually smiling, and talking a mile a minute - laughs everything off, and tries her hardest not to take anything to heart. gives pieces of herself away at a whim if it's going to help someone else.

refuses to badmouth her family, even though they've only hurt her. has a Complex about it.

is usually in a short term relationship, or a situationship, or some kind of fling that doesn't last longer than a few weeks to a few months. is bad with longterm commitment, because it scares her. but she loves love and loves to give it.

attachment issues central! very clingy. and loyal to a fault. only sees the good in people, and leads life through rose-tinted lens.

chronic oversharer. is an open book unless it comes to her deep emotions, which she keeps bottled up on the inside so tightly.

is probably only a few dents away from having a complete meltdown but its okay. has a lot of inner insecurities and doesn't really think positive about herself. thinks she really is just a beacon of bad luck, which is why she's okay to let people go when they pull away. is just. sad on the inside.

alcoholism; partier and is usually always seen out and about. a high functioning alcoholic who hides it very well.

hates being alone and will often wake up in other's beds, or vice versa. has decorated her room at the mansion entirely in glow in the dark stars and glass light-catchers.

lives life in an array of colors. is never wearing black, only clashing patterns and colors. is a maximalist to an extreme.

taxidermy / dead animals; has an etsy shop where she sells taxidermy animals, mostly rodents like rats, and has them dressed up and posed in different 'series'. they're called furever pals / furever friends.

#marina:intro #premature birth tw #child neglect tw #car accident tw #death tw #alcoholism tw #taxidermy tw #dead animal tw #––– ❛ myria saengkaew 【 little blurry stars scattered all across / about. 】

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dearestagonya · 7 months ago

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Prudence Headcanons.

Just thinking about some Prudence lore and wanting to dive into her personality a bit more. Specifically, how possessive and obsessive she gets with people. And how irrational it makes her. Like Prudence could meet someone one time and is suddenly like: We're friends. Or she could've kissed someone once and is instantly like: I'm in love with you. You're my boyfriend now.

She's the type of person that will stalk the people she cares about. She will either stalk people as a means to protect them and keep an eye out for them. Or she will stalk them because she feels paranoid. She's afraid they might abandon her or replace her, so she will do whatever it takes to make sure this doesn't happen.

Prudence has also been known to believe that she is the only person anyone needs in their life and gets very jealous if she sees that person with anyone else. She'll be like : You don't need them. You have me and you only need me. Doesn't matter who they're with. Some examples of this could be: a persons relative, their neighbor, a co-worker, a romantic partner, another friend, and so on. If she feels like they're a threat to the relationship she has with the person of her affections, she will kill them without remorse. She's so good at what she does that no murders are ever traced back to her and no bodies are ever found. And she even goes as far as to make people forget she knew the deceased, not wanting the police to catch on. Or if she's not feeling that extreme - which is rare - she will just attack them and make them forget what happened afterwards. There has also been a time or two where she's kidnapped someone who was close to the person of her affections. This usually lead to the kidnapped person being murdered later.

She gets upset when people come to visit her and have to leave. Most of the time she will just gilt trip them or beg them to stay with her a little bit longer. But if they make her mad and refuse to listen, then she might get angry and hurt them. Usually regretting it later and apologizing. Usually the apologies going something like this: I'm sorry I hurt you, but you were trying to leave and I got upset. If you hadn't tried to leave me I wouldn't have hurt you.

Prudence has also kidnapped some of the people she's become infatuated with. But this is extremely rare and usually only happens with uncooperative people or people she thinks might be trying to abandon her.

She has also been known to kill the people of her affections. This has occurred when people have rejected her in a certain way - which lead to her getting angry and being unable to control herself. It has also occurred when she's come to the conclusion that someone is trying to replace her (Master Stine is an example of this). Or when she thinks she's being abandoned by the person she cares about.

However, Prudence is also the type of person who will literally do almost anything the person of her affections asks of her. If the person of her affections happens to be very dominate in nature, then she will be more submissive and docile. Much like she was with Master Stine. I imagine she probably had a bit of stockholm syndrome in regards to him. Though her feelings towards the master were never romantic - they were more platonic I guess? Sometimes she greatly detested him though.

Also, because I forgot to mention this, Prudence will never purposely hurt children or animals. That's where she draws the line. If she does hurt them, it's an accident.

#— ✿ maybe i’m the one who is the paranoid freak oh yeah. › prudence headcanons.#kidnapping tw #kidnapped tw #murder tw #death tw #let me know if i need to tag anything else #i tried my best to tag everything but i probably forgot something

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cjsmalley · 1 year ago

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Damian Meets the Waynes:

Chaos.

“Enough!” Bruce, Batman, roared in that voice that nobody—not even Jason at his worst—ignored.

Everyone stilled, statues, and waited for information, for instructions.

Bruce nodded sharply, “Thank you. As I was saying, I ran the DNA test myself and it came back as a positive match to both myself and Talia al-Ghul. King Phantom’s most trusted advisor assures us all that there is no mistake. The boy—Damian—is my biological son.”

Tim nodded, already typing away, “So extraction plans—Babs, could you—”

“No,” Bruce refuted, “no need. We’re leaving him with the Phantoms. They’ve loved and raised him.”

“Then why tell us?” Dick cried out, obviously putting together the pieces that Talia had told the most horrid lie.

“Because his parents are going to allow visitation,” Bruce explained, “as long as Damian wants it.”

He inhaled, “They’re coming for dinner next week; I’ve already spoken to Alfred. Missus Phantom, the Queen, and Damian are both strictly vegan and both eat kosher.”

Jason nodded, “I’ll help Alfie then.”

Alfred nodded back, “Very good, Master Jason

“Why does the Queen eat?” Stephanie asked, “Isn’t she a ghost?”

“She’s human. Her husband’s the ghost. Though I’m told he also eats. Speedster level metabolism, I’m told.”

Bruce braced himself, “And they know I’m Batman. They most likely know about all of you. Damian was in the cave for testing.”

Chaos.

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“Please, treat us like normal humans,” the King said, “we’re not here as royalty but as Damian’s parents.”

“You got it,” Stephanie flashed a thumbs up, “Mr. Phantom, Mrs. Phantom.”

“Danny and Sam,” Sam corrected, “just Danny and Sam.”

“How did you get Damian?” Dick questioned.

“Father was summoned by my maternal grandfather,” Damian explained simply, “I was the sacrifice to the Ghost King in exchange for a longer life. Father and Mother adopted me despite their ages at the time.”

Every vigilante went still.

“Ex-fuckin’-cuse me?” Jason demanded, eyes flashing.

“Master Jason.”

He winced, “Sorry, Alfie.”

But Danny cocked his head, “You—you died before, didn’t you?”

Everyone stiffened, “What do you mean?”

“I can recognize other undead,” Danny explained, “You—you’re something I’ve never seen but undead all the same. Or maybe extremely liminal. But you don’t have a core so you’re not even half-ghost.”

“Someone can be half-ghost?” Bruce’s mind whirled.

Danny smiled sadly, “It’s very rare but it happens. Usually lab accidents and extreme exposure to ectoplasm in traumatic ways.”

Everyone contemplated this.

“But Jay isn’t half-ghost?” Tim asked, thinking.

“Nope. Stinks of ectoplasm but no core so no ghostliness.”

Jason sighed, wiping a hand down his face, “But I was killed then resurrected then dumped into a Lazarus Pit by Talia.”

“Glowing green liquid? Used by the old guy who gave us Damian?” Danny asked.

“Yep.”

“That would do it. That’s corrupted ectoplasm,” Danny sighed tiredly, “nasty stuff. Lemme guess, mood swings?”

“Irrational, unstoppable, homicidal rage,” Jason reported.

“Figures. Well, I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Can we go back to Jason being undead?” Dick demanded, “And Damian being a sacrifice?”

“I don’t think he’s actually undead,” Danny replied, “lots more complications with being all undead. I think he’s just extremely liminal—that means, closer to Death or death-touched than most healthy people. Can’t be sure without him getting checked by an expert. Like my doctor, Frostbite.”

“As for Damian,” Sam spoke up, “it’s good form to have a sacrifice of some sort on hand if you wanna make a Deal. The previous King liked human sacrifices. We don’t but we accept them and adopt them into the family.”

“I have several siblings so adopted as well,” Damian said, “only three were wished away accidentally, for their own safety.”

“Dinner is ready,” Alfred announced and led everyone to the larger dining room where the tablet was fairly groaning with dishes and pitchers.

Dinner was a quiet affair until Damian questioned Dick on his acrobatic abilities; after that, with the Bat secret out, dinner was loud and rambunctious as the Wayne family simply accepted the Phantoms into the fold.

Wished Away 5

Damian's First Cold:

The first time Damian got sick was an ordeal.

His parents fretted and worried, hovering, helping clear his little nose with a suction bulb.

It was just a cold, all the medical professionals agreed, but little coughs broke hearts.

The yetis refused to cure him, citing his immune system needing to develop, and his pediatricians could only treat the symptoms.

They shushed and they cooed; they walked and rocked him. They sang and cried with him.

Then Sam got sick as well.

She refused to stay down in bed.

Then Danielle got the cold as well. She at least had the sense to suffer in bed. But her powers went on the fritz. Which was when they discovered her own ice powers.

Danny and Tucker were near run off their feet and the Fentons and Mansons had to step in.

“I’m fine,” Sam protested from her bed, as everyone had relocated to the Mansons’ Mansion.

“No, honey, you’re not,” Jeremy replied, patting her back through a coughing fit.

“But Dani and Dami—”

“Are well in hand, Samantha,” Pamela arrived with soup, “they have their father, uncle, and both sets of grandparents. It’s okay to rest.”

Sam sagged back slightly, “Frostbite—”

“Is monitoring Danielle,” Pamela informed her simply, handing over the soup, “Doctor Peterson is on-call for Damian. Clockwork is handling the Realms for Daniel.”

“Fine,” she accepted the soup with some grace, “I want updates though; and I will get up if Danny goes down with this cold.”

“Understandable.

Thankfully, Danny never did get the cold and everyone was well enough a few days later.

The last holdout was Tucker, who isolated in his house so as not to infect anyone again.

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yandere-imagines-reqs-etc · 3 years ago

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Yandere Camilo Madrigal x Fem! Introvert! Reader

Tw: Yandere Behavior, harrassment, stalking, suggestive themes,kidnapping implied, +18, minors DNI, female reader.

Type: Oneshot. Reader is a very introvert person who tends to isolate herself and barely goes outside unless is extremely necessary.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this little ff, I wanted to write something for Encanto since I watched it. Sorry if Camilo is kind of ooc. Camilo is aged up here.

You were what some people would call a shy person but in reality you're an introvert, you don't really enjoy all of that social interaction that comes with living in a Latinamerican little town, specifically Encanto.

So you were very surprised when you found out that certain shape-shifter has fallen for you and your social awkwardness.

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Everything started a day your mother told you to go buy some ingredients for the dinner at the mercado, she gave you enough money and some bag to gather all the items you needed. Your house was not so far from the mercado and you went there walking, no need to ask some neighbors to give you a ride or anything like that, but as you guessed there were people who was surprised to see you outside since you are barely seen in the streets, rarely at parties o any kind of reunion.

"Wow has been a long time since I last saw you little y/n!" Said one of your neighbors.

"Yeah, mom needs some ingredients for dinner, see you!" You said laughing a little and kept walking your way to buy groceries.

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Once you were done with shopping you had three bags full of vegetables and some spices for your mamá, you thought about to ask Luisa Madrigal to help you with them since you saw her nearby a few minutes ago, but you were to shy to ask and you have never spoke with any Madrigal at all. So you grabbed your bags the best you could and made your way home. You were about to turn in the corner of the mercado when suddenly bumped into someone dropping your bags in the process, you didn't know who was these young man who looked just about your age so you said in a barely audible voice:

"Oh! Lo siento, I didn't see you!"

He looked a bit confused, because he didn't recognize you, and he would remember a pretty face as yours for sure, but he recovered for the surprise quickly.

"Don't worry hermosa! It was my fault, here let me help you with your things.

He wanted to ask you if you were new in the village or you were visiting your relatives, but he refrained 'cause you looked like you were about to faint right there due to carrying those heavy bags and, unbeknown for him, you were embarrassed for your clumsiness and awkwardness in front of a cute guy like him.

So when you finally had all your things gathered and before he could offer his help to you, you quietly said goodbye to him and rushed all the way back to your house.

He was upset, he wanted to know your name and make a little conversation with you. Deep inside his mind he knew it was weird to develop such a big crush on a girl he just happened to meet by accident, but he felt attracted to that quiet and shy voice of yours, you were so cute! And let's not talk about your flushed cheeks that can be compared to a pair of apples with how red they looked.

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When you got home you gave the things to your mom and went back to your bedroom and keep on doing your favorite indoors activity without giving to much thought to the incident with the curly hair man.

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A few weaks have passed, you were at your home as usually helping your mom with the chores and doing your own stuff. Usually you will feel secure and calm at your house, but lately you feel like being observed, uneasy, like someone is watching you with predatory eyes, plus some of your stationary, toys and even some clothes disappeared and you were starting to worry. You didn't say anything to your family, afraid they would think you started to go crazy for the lack of social interaction, but also because you thought it was just you getting sick or something .

But what you didn't know is that you got yourself a staker. You'll see, Camilo felt like he need to know you better, you were different, usually when people spotted him they would ask him to do something for them or help with chores, but you seemed like someone nice and caring, and he wanted someone taking care of him for once and not the other way around, he wanted you for himself. So he started to get information of you from your neighbors anytime they asked him to help them. So he found out where you live, who you live with, your name, your family members names, he even shape-shifted into a friend of your mom to go inside your house, he now knows which one is your room.

He would watch you in his free time, he even avoided helping people in the village just to see you at your house. One night he entered to your room through the window, you look so cute sleeping, your beautiful h/l h/c sprawled all over your pillow, he couldn't resist, he caressed your soft cheek and pressed the lightest kiss on your soft lips. He occasionally will take something for his little altar in his room dedicated to you. He loves you, and he loves your personality and the fact the you keep yourself away of the other men in Encanto. He couldn't wait to introduce himself to you and have you all for himself.

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Dolores knew something was wrong with her brother, she could hear him sneaking in the middle of the night to a unknown place into the town, she wanted to confront him about it, but she was afraid of how he would react, he changed a lot, he wasn't as helpful with the villagers and was actively avoiding his duty. He also was secretive about a lot of his room. So she decided to let him be. Maybe she was looking a little to much into it and it wasn't cause of concern.

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Camilo was angry, he wanted to make that guy that approached you regret his mere existence, how dare he touch you and talk to you so freely. So he planed something special for you tonight.

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Currently you were in the village plaza because you were celebrating along with your family and neighbors the foundation of Encanto, but you decided to get a seat in a bench near by while you eat some arepas, suddenly a handsome boy, maybe one or two years older than you took a seat next you and started a conversation with you, he began to get a little flirty and put a arm around your shoulders, you started to get uncomfortable but you didn't wanted to be rude and make things weird either.

You were about to excuse yourself out of the situation when the young man you bumped into that time at the mercado approached you both with an angry expression on his face and shouted to your unwanted companion:

"Hey! Don't you ever get near her again! You are making her uncomfortable!" Then he grabbed your arm carefully as if you were made of glass and started walking away from the bench. He took your hand and tried to talk to you, saying his name in the process, Camilo Madrigal.

You felt weird about this guy, you just met him once and he acted like he was your long time friend, he took you to enjoy some food that Julieta, his aunt made and to play some games.

He never left your side all night long and he offered to take you home, you accepted because apparently your family decided you were in good hands with a Madrigal and left earlier. They were sound sleep by the hour you get back.

To make you even more suspicious, it seemed like Camilo knew very well the way to your house, because he didn't asked once your address nor for directions.

When you both reached your front door and were about to open it and enter your house, Camilo grabbed your hand and turned you to face him and without a warning he kissed you right on the lips, you were surprised and frozen in place due to the sudden action.

When he let your lips go he locked eyes with you and said in a whisper:

"You have no idea how long I have waited to do this. I don't want to let you go, I hate the way that guy was looking at you. I don't want other to see you. To have you."

You didn't know what to say, he certainly wasn't sane, he barely knew you and here he was telling you he was jealous about you. You gathered all your courage to speak.

"I'm sorry Camilo, but you are not my owner or anything of the kind, I don't know you and we haven't talked before until tonight."

He felt betrayed and angry, but he understood that all the interactions you both had happened when you were unconscious and he couldn't bare the idea of harming you and taking is anger out on you. He smiled sweetly at you and said:

"Don't worry, mi amor. We have a lot of time to get to know each other"

Suddenly you felt a sting in your neck, and started to felt light headed. The last thing you saw before fainting was Camilo's voice:

"Nobody will take you away from me. We are going to be happy together, mi vida."

#encanto #camilo madrigal #yandere #yandere camilo #yandere camilo madrigal #yandere encanto #yandere encanto x reader #yandere camilo x reader #yandere camilo madrigal x reader #female reader

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scullymurphy · 3 years ago

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first, i love your writing! thank you for blessing us with your talents <3! secondly, any dramione fics you're following or would recommend? i read my whole tbr lol 😩

Ahh, thank you so much! And do you know I think this is the first time someone has asked me for recs? So it's obviously my turn to Throw Down Some Shit. I'll do a mix of things that I've read and am reading as well as WIPs and finished stuff.

OK so I probably don't have to tell you, but @pacific-rimbaud's Dramione multi-chap Love and Other Historical Accidents just wrapped and lord is it wonderful. Regency settings mixed with modern sensibilities, deeply funny, even more deeply romantic and with some truly memorable original characters. And of course the writing in unparalleled. Run, don't walk, to read it if you haven't already!

There are a few authors on this list where I want to throw their entire oeuvre at you and just walk away (I will do that with one, down the list) and @roseharpermaxwell is one of them. She writes mostly shorter stuff, mostly as gifts for others, which I find so endearing. And she's just an incredible writer. A mix of sweetness and pure, hot smut that I think no one does better. Her story Lead Me Straight Back Home is the one i'm going to post here because it's a holiday fic and so appropriate to read RIGHT NOW, but you can't go wrong with any of her things. Binge them like chocolates.

Everyone seems to be talking about the WIP Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love and let me tell you, it's for Very Good Reason. I wandered over to check what all the fuss was about and got sucked right in to delicious dialogue, extremely entertaining characterizations, moments of actually laughing out loud and really touching slow burn romance. Oh and gorgeous settings AND judicious smatterings of truly beautiful writing. I can't recommend it enough and wait with bated breath for the next chapter. If the author is out there on tumblr and sees this, pls DM me. I'm the person who wrote the P&P Dramione and I want to be your friend.

I said there were authors for whom I want to just Recommend Everything and call it good. And @provocative-envy is the queen of this for me. Every single story she does is magic. She will make you ship rare pairs you never even imagined. She will make you ship things you never wanted to ship! I can go Russian Roulette through her body of work at 4am when I can't sleep and be guaranteed to find something absolutely riveting. So, please, sample it all. But since this is a Dramione post, here is a link to her classic for that pair, Bite Marks.

Another story I started reading this year and then went off to yell at people about is Hide Your Fire by @diana-skye. It's a HBP re-do with a strong Theo (Theo/Neville side pairing--swoon) a re-sorting and absolutely fantastic writing. It just wrapped and is complete at 100k+ and 30 chapters, so it's perfect to dive into over the next couple of weeks of winter break. I will be doing the same!

A writer whom I know more from OC, tomione and wonderfully worded tumblr posts (her advice for a person just starting out in life legitimately made me cry) is @cocoartistwrites. She has a Dramione WIP, Familiarity Breeds Contempt, that is absolutely tops on my TBR list. Her writing is spare and strong and Has Personality, and I am very excited to dig in to this WIP.

I had the very great pleasure of beta'ing a story this year, Atonement by @lunamionny, which is an absolute must-read. It's 8th year that truly explores the psychological trauma the wizarding war would have visited on our favorite characters. Lunamionny is a professional in this field and it shows, because she writes so beautifully and realistically about working through that trauma and coming out on the other side. It was such a pleasure for me to be involved in this project and I can't recommend it enough!

Finally, if you'd like a quick palette cleanser of ludicrously enjoyable humor, my great friend and beta, @grangerdangerfics wrote a couple of one-shots this year that should not be missed. Malfoy Family Endowments is, as she calls it, "a 1.5k word dick joke," and Dramoine; OR, Drack Malofy, Second-Rate Detective, is a crack fic based on a typo that will have your sides splitting. Thank you for gracing the fandom with these smol gems, M.

AND if you exhaust this list and want EVEN MOAR @theshadylaine maintains a collection on AO3 called Peak!Dramione of, "stories that feature Peak!Draco and Peak!Hermione as their best selves, showcasing their intelligence, wit, character, and compatibility." It's a great list -- currently 118 works long -- and she adds to it regularly. You'll find a lot of excellent stories and authors on it that I didn't have room to mention.

Thank you for this ask -- it was so fun and long overdue. Happy Holidays and reading to everyone!

#i love asks #i love my readers #fic recs #dramione #dramione fanfiction #long ass responses #this should keep you reading until valentines day #at least #hermaco #rolled sleeves agenda

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neraawritesxx · 2 years ago

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the paths we walk (and the journeys we travel)

pairing: kakashi x sakura genre: romance, drama, adventure word count: 7,390 rating: mature chapter: 1/?

↬ note: so this is going to be my crack at a multichapter, octopath traveler au with our favorite pairing. let me know what you guys think! part 2

Sakura is in her twelfth summer when Tsunade comes to call.

It is also during that same summer that her gift makes itself known. It’s an accident, really, or rather the circumstances in which her gift comes about are an accident. The local kids were picking on the baker’s son to the point of injury, and Sakura could not sit idly by while they made someone bleed. After a swift kick to the shin and some name-calling, Sakura has taken care of the bullies.

However, the boy is still bleeding from the knee and crying at such a volume that it makes her head pound. She tries to settle him down, but that seems to make matters worse. He screeches when she gets too close to the wound, and she gets frustrated with his antics. She grabs him around the ankle to get herself a better view, but the pitch of his cries pierce through her, and her vision starts to swim. Sakura bites her lip to ground herself, but she abruptly becomes extremely cold, almost sickly so, and there is a thrill down her spine before something within her clicks. There is this sudden tug deep in her gut, and unexpectedly, her hands start glowing green.

Then the wound is gone.

She swears the baker’s boy to secrecy – though she knows he will do no such thing – and runs home to tell her mother about it. She tries to replicate what has happened, but she fails, and her parents laugh off her notion as childish antics and wild storytelling. She is sure that her parents will think twice about what she told them when the renowned clergywoman darkens their doorstep less than a week later.

She knows of Tsunade, of course; a former palace physician and scholar turned religious sect leader who heals ailing travelers and congregants with a mysterious power. She’s tucked herself and some of her more loyal followers away in a Citadel high within the mountains that overlook their valley. She has heard whispers that it’s a fortress, lined with guards and magicians, that anyone brave enough to try and penetrate its walls fails before they have even fully tried.

Her followers rarely travel down to their village outside of garnering some supplies, and it’s even rarer that Tsunade makes the trip herself. Still, Sakura assumes that this visit is because she is in much more trouble than she initially thought.

Tsunade’s older than she anticipated, though younger than her grandparents. With blonde hair ceding to gray and crow’s feet near her eyes, Sakura knows she has been around long enough to see actual conflict. To have seen men and women fight and bicker, to bleed and die — something Sakura has only heard about in fairytales.

Tsunade has a reputation throughout their village as prickly and snappish, as likely to scold as she is to aid when people come to her door. Her mother has often told her that most would rather risk traveling to other villages rather than deal with her bad moods.

She expects this visit to be about the baker’s boy, to be all fanfare, paperwork, and questions about how someone of Sakura’s lineage can utilize the gift of healing when there hasn’t been a recorded healer in their family for centuries.

When Sakura answers the door, however, all Tsunade does is stare.

Her gaze sweeps over Sakura with an intensity that makes the young girl want to slouch, to fold in on herself. She doesn’t, though. She pulls back her shoulders, drawing up to her full – albeit, unimpressive – height, and with a shuddering breath, she looks the older woman in the eyes and asks, “May I help you?”

Tsunade doesn’t immediately reply, but there’s something that enters her gaze, admiration – maybe – and what seems like amusement. She sidesteps the younger woman and enters her home.

“Come, girl,” Tsunade calls back, moving further into the foyer. “I want to see what those hands of yours can do.”

-o-

The Citadel, despite the rumors, is run more like a school than anything else. Its stone walls and vaulted ceilings offer enough room for the practice of religion and the healing arts.

She meets many people within the first month, but the one who stands out the most is Ino Yamanaka.

She’s a girl no older than Sakura, with a cheery disposition and bright eyes. She is one of the select few chosen to study under Tsunade with a knack for herbal medicines. Sakura hopes they will get along, as their mentor has been talking about pairing the two of them up for most of their training, but things don’t go as planned.

Ino pokes fun at her forehead within the first five minutes, and Sakura calls her a pig in retaliation, and Sakura is sure that they will never, ever become friends.

After a few more rounds of name-calling and an intervention to separate them by the other students, Tsunade announces that they are to be roommates.

-o-

Sometimes Sakura is bitter. Especially at the beginning of her training, Sakura is bitter all the time. She is bitter in the way that green tea is bitter, in the way that makes you want to swipe your tongue across the front of your teeth and pucker your lips. Her training is a slow process. Sakura feels that she is out of her depth, swallowed whole by her naivety, and she has thought about giving up at least half a dozen before the first week is through.

It’s grueling work, and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t seem to call upon her gift whenever she wants. It remains dormant most days, and Tsunade has her going through books and pamphlets and practicing incisions and forms that make her hands cramp and her eyes sting from focusing too long.

She breaks under her bitterness one day.

She tosses down the scalpel she was using to practice, and it clatters against the stone floor, ringing resoundingly in the otherwise empty room.

“Why did you bring me here?” She growls.

Tsunade seems unperturbed by her outburst, instead focusing on the letter in her hand. She doesn’t offer any answer, and Sakura is not sure that anything the older woman would have said would have been sufficient anyway. So, she screams. She screams, and she yells, voices her frustration with hollers and howls, and all of her bitterness boils to the surface, snapping with the tension of a coiled snake. She protests about why she was brought here, cries that she wants to go home, and says that she is a failure of a healer because she cannot even call upon the gift that she is blessed with.

When finished, she pouts, swipes her tongue across the front of her teeth, and stews in her sullenness.

There’s a pregnant pause, and Tsunade finally lifts her eyes from the piece of paper in front of her. She has formed a habit of not answering Sakura’s most important questions; in this instance, she appears to be doing the same. Instead, Tsunade slides another tome in Sakura’s direction, then looks back down at the paperwork in her grasp.

“Are you done?” She inquires, tone calm. Sakura isn’t sure she can see it, as the older woman is not paying any attention to her, but she nods morosely anyway. “Good. Now get to reading. When I worry about why your power has not presented itself, then you can,” Tsunade says.

It’s not a reply filled with comfort or warmth, nor is it an explanation for any of her questions, but Sakura takes Tsunade’s words at face value – for what they are. She opens the book and starts reading.

She doesn’t feel so bitter after that.

-o-

She can call upon her gift three weeks later.

-o-

Sakura is thirteen years old when she heals her first patient.

A glut of people crowds the door to the infirmary, enough so that she has to push her way past what feels like half the castle to get in. She’s not sure what could draw such an audience; most people here are squeamish, hardly able to handle what maladies they suffer, never mind something genuinely awful. They try to part before her, but it’s like trying to squeeze a coin through a cog – a slow business, and everyone’s going to get a little bent. She finally pops out from the crowd, slipping like soap in a bath, and –

It’s not her master she sees first, nor even their patient, but the slender back of Shizune, the head guard and Tsunade’s assistant.

“Tsunade,” she breathes, stumbling as the people behind her collide into her back. “What –?”

“Hold still!” Tsunade shouts, now visible as she comes around the table, still obscuring the patient’s face. “Shizune, administer the sedative to get her to stop this flailing about!”

Shizune has been in the field almost as long as Tsunade, she is lean and well-muscled, but she struggles with the patient for a while before administering the injection into the patient’s arm. With a sigh – Sakura can’t tell whose – the patient goes limp on the table. Shizune and Tsunade step back from the counter, and finally, Sakura gets a clear view of the person causing so much trouble. It’s a girl who can’t be much other than Sakura herself, with long brown hair and fair skin. For a moment, Sakura is drawn by the beauty of her. It’s only when Sakura can drag her eyes away that she notices this girl is dressed in rags. Rags covered in blood.

Sakura knows everyone in the Citadel and knows every one of her old village neighbors’ faces by heart, but this girl is not one of them. How did she end up here?

Her master’s sleeves are rolled back, arms painted from fingertip to elbow in painfully bright crimson, and she snaps, “Sakura, get over here and help me.”

Sakura’s not sure where she finds the momentum to approach the table, but she does, taking in the appearance of their patient. She’s more blood than a girl at the moment, the wound on her stomach spreading in a sluggish blossom, lacerations decorating her legs and arms like she got tangled in a thorn bush on the way here.

“What happened?” she asks, picking up a soaked cloth and blotting away at some of the wounds.

“She must have fallen down the stairs,” Tsunade drawls, sending her a cutting look. “How in the hell would I know?”

Sakura bites her tongue to stop herself from retorting, mild irritation crossing her features. Tsunade smirks at her then, seeing her rising anger. She and Sakura continue their cleansing of the injuries, assessing the full damage.

“What do you see,” Tsunade asks, voice drawing Sakura’s attention.

“Multiple small contusions and scrapes on the outer extremities, nothing that isn’t superficial, though. One large gash, clean-cut on the stomach. It doesn’t appear infected, needs a bit more disinfecting, but it’s deep enough that if it’s not closed soon, she could bleed out,” Sakura rattles off automatically.

“Good,” Tsunade hums, taking a step back from the table, cloth in hand, now cleaning her fingers. “Get to it,” is all she offers before she collapses into a chair a few feet away.

Sakura has no time to stop and think about the gut-wrenching fear that she feels at initially being told that she has to do this on her own. Instead, she tucks her hair behind her ears, hands glowing green, and moves closer to the counter.

It takes Sakura four hours and intervention from Tsunade about three-fourths of the way through when her power begins to wane, but they complete the task.

Later, Sakura finds out that the girl’s name is TenTen, and she had been traveling to the Citadel from her village, which had been raided by one of the warring tribes. Her parents were killed, and she had heard about the congregation from another villager before the attack. On her way up the mountain, she was confronted, by whom or what, she does not disclose, but they don’t push her for the information. It’s enough that she is alive and has made it to her destination.

They meet later that week when TenTen is no longer bed-ridden, and instantly, they get along.

She is proficient in martial arts and fits in well with the guards. She and Ino become thick as thieves in their friendly torment of Sakura throughout her day-to-day routine. She swears that the two of them make it their mission to ensure she is distracted from her studies every chance they get.

Tsunade later announces that TenTen will become Sakura’s personal attendant.

-o-

The door slams behind Sakura, who pushes herself up against it, pressing her back into the unfinished wood. Ino looks up from her position on the windowsill, her book long forgotten.

“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” She ventures, eyes raking up and down Sakura’s form, taking in her messy hair and wild eyes. “And why are you out of breath?”

“Hide me before Tsunade finds me,” Sakura pleads, vaulting herself off the door and venturing further into the room. She glances around, left then right, and after a moment’s hesitance, she crosses the dorm and attempts to tuck herself between the bookshelves.

Ino snorts, “What did you do? Skip out on your studies?”

Sakura, who cannot seem to wedge herself between the wood enough, abandons her would-be hiding spot. “Worse,” she cries, crossing the room and opening the closet door. “I broke the pitcher that holds Tsunade’s stash of plum wine.”

Ino perks up at the news, her book sliding out of her limp grasp and into her lap. She scrambles from her perch and rushes across the room, grabbing Sakura by the forearm and launching her towards the washroom at the opposite end of the dormitory.

“Hide amongst the dirty linens, Forehead. She’ll never find you in there.”

Tsunade appears five minutes later, and with one look in Ino’s direction, the blonde folds like a house of cards. Sakura is found hidden in the laundry basket with a sheepish smile on her face. They are both scolded until their ears are ringing and are forced to do extra chores for the next two months.

They giggle and jest over the look on Tsunade’s face when she found Sakura, head partially covered by a soiled washcloth, and they find solidarity in the late nights of cleaning the kitchens after dinner.

Their bond becomes a little stronger after that.

-o-

They are fifteen when Hinata joins them. There is a traveling merchant who frequents the castle often, bringing news and wares from other villages and towns. His special this week happens to be news of the war breaking out between the clans; the Uchiha and Uzumaki have officially called off their truce and are at odds. That particularly doesn’t tickle Tsunade’s fancy. The tribes do not travel this far west nor up the mountainside; they choose to remain in the eastern province among their own. War is something that they do not have to worry about in the Citadel.

What does catch her attention, however, is a singular item that the merchant happened to bring with him on this visit, and that item just so happened to be a young woman.

Sakura doesn’t think she has seen Tsunade so mad before, but a deal is struck, and currency is exchanged. Tsunade offers the girl her freedom almost immediately after she kicks the merchant off the grounds with the promise to never return.

To everyone’s surprise, the girl refuses to leave. “A deal is a deal, and I will pay off my debt,” Hinata says, and Sakura finds herself with another attendant.

By the time they are eighteen, Hinata has paid off her debt twice over, but she chooses to stay anyway. She doesn’t talk much about her time before coming to the Citadel, but she is a quick study and despite not being blessed with their gift, she fits in well with most of the students and Tsunade agrees to teach her the basics of healing.

One night when the four of them are tucked into one of the corners of the library, Sakura nose deep in a book. Ino – in Ino fashion – asks why she chose to stay.

“I found a family,” Hinata states softly. “I found a home. There is nothing for me back where I came from, not anymore, at least. I lost a lot, but I found something better.”

They don’t push her to share her story; they know she will eventually confide in them one day. So, Ino casually throws her arm around TenTen’s shoulder, jostling the other woman, and chuckles, smug and flippantly.

“That’s right,” the blonde teases. “You’re stuck with us.”

TenTen rolls her eyes, Sakura groans, and Hinata giggles at her antics.

-o-

“Why a praise flame?” Hinata asks one day when they are in the study. “Why not a figurehead or a god?”

TenTen hums in agreement. “I’ve been meaning to ask that myself. Why do we pray to the sacred flame here? What makes it so sacred in the first place?”

Sakura looks up from the scroll she and Shizune are reading over. “Have neither of you heard the tale of the original gods? It’s a story my mother used to tell me when I was a kid.”

Hinata and TenTen share a look, then both shrug. Sakura sometimes forgets that they didn’t grow up in this part of the country and study in the Citadel as she has. She forgets that this way of life is new and foreign to them.

“We praise the flame because it keeps The God of Chaos at bay,” Shizune states. She pushes the paperwork away from herself and reclines in her chair. “I can tell you the story if you would like.”

Both girls nod their heads and tuck themselves into chairs on the opposite side of the table; rapt attention focused on the older woman.

“In the beginning, there were thirteen gods. They shaped the world, built the mountains, filled the seas, and gave life to the forests. Then, they created man, and man would soon become masters of the world created. Each of the gods had a role to play with man, to direct us and lead us to formulate our way of life. We thrived under the gods, built our homes and families, and created villages. When we were sustainable, the gods decided to allow us to live amongst ourselves, without their influence.”

Shizune pauses for a breath, then adds, “But one became greedy. Ekborah, The God of Chaos. He did not want to part with his creations. He wanted to rule over us, to make us worship him and keep us like pets. The other twelve deities were forced into a desperate struggle with Ekborah, and only with their combined magic were they able to create a sacred flame. The twelve gods cast the astral fire upon Ekborah and sapped his strength, sealing him away in the underworld.”

“We praise the flame because, without it, The God of Chaos would gain his power back,” Sakura finishes, pushing back from the table and taking the scroll she was reading earlier. She folds it up neatly, once, then twice, and crosses the room to the nearest bookshelf and tucks it between a few others.

“How have I not heard this before,” TenTen ponders.

“You’re not from this province originally,” Shizune offers. “It makes sense that you would not be up to date on our customs. It’s why we’re so careful and protect ourselves here. Some other provinces, mainly the eastern province where the tribes are, do not follow our customs. Some even wish to covet the power of the gods for themselves.”

“Is this why Tsunade chimes in the new year with that ritual?” Hinata inquires. “The one where she lights the fires of the alter at the mountain’s base? To protect us?”

“The very same,” Shizune answers with a small laugh. “And soon, that privilege will pass down to Sakura.”

“How cool,” Hinata praises, admiration within her gaze.

Sakura smiles tightly from her perch next to the bookshelf. She knows well enough that she would be the heir to the Citadel and the next in line to bear the privilege of praying to the flame’s grace.

So why is there such unease settling within her gut?

-o-

As the years go on, Sakura grows restless.

The war between the clans encompasses most of the other territories, and no one becomes safe at that time.

The villages to the west and north fall victim to poverty and famine, and many survivors who do not fall prey to the conflict in the east come to the Citadel for sanctuary. Their home is big enough to house those in need, and her home village to the south almost doubles in size with the overflow, but the days are so similar that they start to blur together.

She feels it is only a matter of time before war stands on their doorstep, and though they have guards that protect their way of life, they would be severely under-equipped if things were to escalate to that point.

Tsunade brushes off her concerns about something happening, not because she does not want to listen to Sakura, but because she has faith in their stronghold and its location.

“It would be suicide for someone to try and take this place down,” Tsunade declares. “The walls cannot be breached, and we have enough food stores for two full winters. We will be fine.”

The assurance falls flat and stale, and Sakura demands that Ino and Tenten train her as if she were one of the new recruits, which they do happily. Anything to poke fun at her, especially about her sloppy form.

Eventually, she gets the basics down and celebrates when she flips Ino onto her ass one afternoon during lessons. They both dub her safe enough to carry a small dagger, but they share Tsunade’s sentiment and do not understand why she is pushing herself so hard.

“I just feel it,” Sakura explains. “I can’t explain it, but something just doesn’t feel right about everything that is going on around us.”

“So what? You’re a psychic now?” Ino asks. “The whole healing thing wasn’t enough?”

“Oh, shut up, Pig,” Sakura growls as TenTen laughs.

“Everything will be fine, Sakura,” the brunette assures calmly. “You’re worrying over nothing.”

Sakura bites her lip. “I hope so,” she murmurs.

-o-

Sakura’s twenty-two when Tsunade announces that before the year’s end, she will be stepping down as leader of their congregation.

To no one’s surprise, she names Sakura her successor. Additionally, to no one’s surprise, Sakura names Ino her second in command.

“You were the likely choice,” is all Tsunade bids with a shrug. “It’s about time I took a step back and let you shine.”

And just like the flame they pray to, Sakura burns.

-o-

The midday sun dips low on the horizon, giving way to dusk, when Sakura hears a knock at her door that she chooses to ignore. The room is bathed in soft golds and oranges, and Sakura is nestled at her desk sifting through feathers and pieces of stone, multiple books scattered across its surface. She finds a feather that she likes, one that’s long and sturdy enough for her task, and she grabs her sheering scissors and starts to split it down the hollow shaft.

“May the sacred Flame light your path,” a voice calls from the entryway.

Sakura turns to find Ino standing in the doorframe, bracing her hip against the wall. She’s smiling, and that smile turns impish when she discovers that she has Sakura’s attention.

“And may it continue to cast its warmth upon you,” Sakura states as a greeting. She turns her attention back to her workstation, then adds, “You know I hate when you use the formalities on me.”

“And that is the sole reason I keep using them,” the blonde supplies, pushing off the doorframe and making her way into the room.

She takes in the surface of Sakura’s desk, noting the sharpened stone, various lengths of twine, and half-nettled arrow shafts.

“You’re not supposed to be making weapons, you know,” Ino chides, clicking her tongue. “If your mentor caught you, you would be in serious trouble.”

At the mention of Tsunade, Sakura’s eyes roll skyward. “We’re at war, Ino. It never hurt anyone to be prepared.”

“No, we’re not at war; the country around us is,” Ino corrects. “We just happen to be geographically located in the middle of it. The Citadel does not partake in the affairs of the tribes; you know that.”

Ino circles around the desk, plucking a polished piece of stone off the tabletop. She flips it within her grasp, tossing it up in the air and catching it, before adding, “Besides, when have you ever even handled a bow?”

Sakura grumbles under her breath but chooses not to respond. She instead finishes her task of splitting the feather and then turns her attention to the composite of stones next to her elbow. She pushes a few aside, looking for a specific size and weight. When she finds one that fits her needs, Sakura takes it and wedges it in the notches she has carved into the shaft wood in front of her. When it’s settled appropriately, she grabs a piece of twine and winds it around the neck of the arrow, fitting the stone into place.

Ino snorts at her lack of response. “What would the congregation think if they found out our high priestess spends her free time in her room making arrows? Of her partaking in violence?” She accentuates her dramatics with a hand on her chest, and the other pressed to her forehead. “Our chosen one is wasting away instead of reading up on her studies.”

Sakura drops the unfinished arrow onto the table and stands, flicking Ino on the nose as she passes on her way across the room. The blonde lets out an indignant yelp but knocks off her teasing as Sakura dips behind her changing partition.

“For someone trained in martial arts and swordsmanship, you sure seem to be against the use of your skills,” Sakura states, shucking off her shirt and reaching for a ceremonial blouse that was discarded on her vanity chair. It’s soft green silk with intricate yellow floral embroidery, one of Sakura’s favorites as it contrasts with the color of her hair.

“No,” Ino interjects from behind the screen. Sakura can hear her pat the weapon at her side, the metal jangling as it’s disturbed. “I’m against you fighting or even thinking about fighting. You have TenTen and me for a reason.”

“Oh yes, my two attendants. The ones who act like gossiping nursemaids than actual guards,” Sakura chides, snapping the last of the buttons on her chemise closed. She steps out from behind the partition, her eyes scanning the room.

Ino clears her throat, holding up two green silk sashes of the same design, the articles that Sakura was looking for. She steps towards her guard, who assists Sakura with wrapping one of the pieces of fabric around her waist and the other around her right bicep, tying both off with a neat bow.

“Your hands are made for healing, Sakura,” Ino states softly, placing a hand on Sakura’s shoulder when she’s finished. “Don’t be so quick to sully them with blood.”

Sakura opens her mouth to respond, but there’s another knock at her door, and then Hinata fills the entryway.

“May the Sacred Flame light your path,” Hinata greets.

Sakura and Ino parrot the appropriate response before Hinata adds, “The congregation has gathered. They are waiting for you to start the evening prayer, Sakura.”

“We’ll be right there,” Ino replies before reaching toward Sakura’s desk and pulling her discarded headpiece out of the clutter. She hands it to Sakura, adding, “Come, let’s hurry before Tsunade starts to worry.”

Sakura takes the headpiece from her, arranging the black lace entwined with pearls and emeralds into her hair before stating, “We’re not done with this conversation.”

Ino smirks, “Wouldn’t count on it, priestess.”

-o-

The evening prayer ends as it always does: with Sakura healing one of the congregates.

Her thumb brushes softly over the forehead of the older gentleman, healing the gash nestled there. The wrinkled skin smooths underneath her touch, and there’s a hush through the crowd, then a sudden wave of enthusiasm crashes forward from the people gathered about. Hushed whispers fill the hall’s silence, they bounce off the stone walls, and she can pick out certain words like ‘miracle’ and ‘holy power.’

She supposes that it must look like that to people who don’t understand her gifts, who don’t understand the training that one must go through to be proficient in the healing arts. To these people, she is someone holy, unsullied, a person who is capable of healing the most gruesome of wounds with the faintest of touches. But Sakura knows the truth. It was an accident. Sakura never expected that she would turn out like this, next in line to run the Citadel, to be in charge of their keep and the village below. Just the thought sours her mood and twists her gut.

The man is thanking her, and Sakura smiles, but it’s vacant, hollow, because this is something that she has done over one hundred times, and despite wanting to help others – it is her sole duty, after all – she yearns for something more. Something that is not so menial as healing bumps and scrapes; she longs for adventure, a true adrenaline rush, to be pushed to her limit. When Tsunade finished her training, there was no more growth, nothing more to be gained. It left Sakura restless, unsettled – like there was an itch beneath her skin that could not be scratched.

The older gentleman breaks from her and starts to mill about with the other congregates in the room, some talking with the other sisters and others talking amongst themselves. Green eyes scan the room, taking in the crowd. Ino and Tenten stand off to the side, surveying the room as well, ever diligent during the nightly rituals. They seem relaxed, smiling amongst themselves. Everything is as it should be, then.

Something in the back of the room catches her attention, and it’s then that she notices a figure tucked away in the last pew. A dark cloak shrouds their form, but she can tell they are tall, at least two meters and well-built based on their shoulders’ berth. She assumes they are male, but it wouldn’t be uncommon for a female of a warrior profession to come to one of these processions. People gather from far and wide to witness Sakura’s gift and to ask for assistance. Tsunade tries to keep her as sheltered as possible, as the only other person in the Citadel prone to healing, but it doesn’t deter people from trying.

Sakura can’t make out any distinguishing features, the torch’s flames don’t reach that far back in the room, but she catches a flash of red. Twin crimson eyes stare at her in awe from underneath the hood, and just as Sakura is about to take a step off the dais to approach this person, Tsunade comes into view.

“Are you ready for tomorrow’s ceremony?” Tsunade asks softly, diverting Sakura’s attention for a split second.

When she turns back, glancing at the edge of the room, the cloaked figure is gone. She has no time to ponder about this individual before her teacher’s demanding and slightly irritated voice calls out to her.

“Sakura,” she repeats.

“Yes. I hear you,” Sakura sighs, turning back to Tsunade. “If by ready you mean am I ready to walk down the mountain in extremely formal and constricting clothing to recite a prayer, then yes I am.”

Tsunade scowls, though she doesn’t rise to the younger woman’s taunt. She takes a moment to assess Sakura, her fatigue, the sag in her shoulders, and the deep cut of lines underneath her eyes. Tsunade’s glower lessens, if only a fraction, and she releases a deep breath from her nostrils.

“You know how important this is to us, right?” Tsunade asks, but it’s clear she already knows the answer. Sakura would never defy her mentor, not on this. “This ceremony rings in the new year for the entire village. It boosts morale, brings people together.”

“I know, master,” Sakura drones, fixing her posture to stand upright under the scrutiny.

Sakura understands that these responsibilities fall on her. She is the high priestess, next in line to run the Citadel and keep their patrons safe and secure in their faith. However, knowing her responsibilities doesn’t mean that Sakura does not yearn for something more.

-o-

“She’s worried about you, you know,” TenTen says.

They’ve stolen away to the kitchen for a snack after everyone has settled down for the evening. Sakura is munching on an apple, slices of assorted bread, and cheeses on a plate in front of her. She’s tucked herself into a chair, one knee drawn up to her chest, elbow resting on her folded leg. She doesn’t respond to her bodyguard’s claim, unsure of what she is talking about, but TenTen has her attention now, and Sakura turns to her with a brow raised.

“You’ve been distracted lately,” the brunette continues, taking a piece of cheese from the tray between them. “You’re going through the motions, Sakura. You’re there, but your heart isn’t in it anymore.”

Sakura grunts noncommittally, taking another bite of her apple. The room is silent for a moment, allowing her time to finish chewing. When she’s done, she says, “Do you ever think about what we do? About how there is more to life than just this Citadel and the congregation? There’s a whole world beyond these walls. None of us have experienced it because we rarely get to leave. When was the last time someone left the Citadel? And not just to visit the village, but truly left? Before I was born?”

TenTen whistles a low note, “Ino said that you were losing it lately, but I didn’t think you were this far gone.”

Sakura snorts and takes another bite of her apple. “Forget I even said anything.”

TenTen takes another piece of cheese, then scoots her chair closer to that of her friends. She reaches across the table and rests her hand on Sakura’s elbow.

“I know you feel bottled up here,” she starts calmly. “Hell, this has been our home for the better part of a decade, and we all rarely get to travel outside the walls. I know it can feel smothering, but you must understand that people covet the power you and Tsunade hold. You can’t just run around the countryside as you wish, especially with the unrest between the tribes. I’m thankful we’re high up in the mountains and away from the conflict. We’re hidden away, but we’re safe. You’re safe.”

“Do you really think someone would try and come for me? For Tsunade?” Sakura queries.

“With the way this place is built and the number of guards we have? No, I don’t think so. They would be stupid to try,” TenTen responds. “Also, Tsunade is a force to be reckoned with on a good day. I couldn’t imagine someone trying to kidnap her. She would chew their ears off within the first five minutes.”

The thought draws a snicker out of Sakura.

They settle into a companionable silence for a bit, nothing but the sound of them chewing filling the kitchen’s silence. Eventually, Sakura polishes off the plate, snagging her brunette counterpart's last piece of cheese.

“I’ll try and do better,” Sakura says eventually, tone eerily calm.

Something flashes across TenTen’s face, something that Sakura can’t quite decipher, but before she can scrutinize it any further, TenTen’s traditional warm smile encompasses her features.

“That’s all we can ask for,” her companion murmurs and Sakura gets a distinct impression that TenTen doesn’t believe her.

-o-

War comes to their doorstep the following day.

Envoys arrive from the Uzumaki and the Uchiha clans, both of whom demand an audience with Tsunade.

Her mentor does not allow her to sit in on the meeting, much to Sakura’s chagrin. It doesn’t stop her from snooping outside Tsunade’s office, ear pressed against the door in an attempt to hear something, anything about why it is that they are here.

She can’t make out much, but from what she can tell from the stints of conversation that do filter through, it appears that each of the clans is asking for assistance on their side of the war. Healers are hard to come by, and Tsunade has trained about twenty-five, all of varying strengths and skill sets, yet they remain in the Citadel. Sakura can’t hear the full arguments on both sides, about why Tsunade should offer her support to one clan over the other, but she can pinpoint the exact moment when Tsunade turns both of them down.

Voices are raised, and Sakura is pretty sure she can hear a curse or two; then, footsteps are storming towards the door, and she barely has time to scramble around the nearest corner to hide.

“You will regret this,” a voice seethes.

“Is that a threat, Uchiha?”

Sakura pokes her head out to see that her mentor is nose to nose with a raven-haired male. He looks to be Sakura’s age, maybe a tad older, with an unruly set of curls. His face seems delicate, almost feminine in its features, but the anger in his eyes diminishes any gentleness about him.

To Tsunade’s credit, she doesn’t even flinch at the scathing sneer the boy throws her way. He offers her no reply, just another sneer before he turns on his heels and stomps down the hallway.

“Maa, always so quick to temper those Uchihas,” jests the third voice.

It’s the Uzumaki representative, though from the angle she’s positioned, Sakura cannot get a good view of him. Tsunade stands mainly in the way. The only thing Sakura can make out is a spiky head of gray hair.

“Do you have something you want to say also? Or are you just going to stand there all day taking up space?”

“I just wanted to see how things played out, that’s all,” the envoy replies. He doesn’t sound anywhere as near as perturbed as the Uchiha. Almost like he knew what Tsunade’s answer would be before the meeting even started.

He turns from Tsunade then, placing his hands in his pockets, and meanders down the same hallway that the Uchiha had, but at a much slower pace.

“I’ll provide Naruto-sama with your reply,” the envoy calls back, one hand lifting to salute his departure.

There’s a pregnant pause, and for a moment, Sakura believes Tsunade to be perturbed, but the emotion is gone from her face as quickly as it came. Abruptly, the older woman turns towards Sakura’s hiding spot.

“Are you done snooping, girl?” The blonde asks, brow arched.

Caught in the act, Sakura willingly comes out from around the corner and approaches her mentor. They stare at each other for a long moment, neither saying a word about what transpired, but Sakura’s curiosity gets the better of her, and she is the first to open her mouth. Tsunade cuts her off quickly, however. Hand raised in a silent cutting motion.

“We can discuss this later,” Tsunade assures. “I know you’ll have many questions, but we must first focus on the new year ceremony. We can worry about everything else till after it’s complete. Now, off with you. You have to get ready.”

All Sakura can do is nod and obey.

-o-

The ceremony itself is simple.

Sakura and a few of the fellow congregates must take the ceremonial lantern to the mountain’s base. There she will light a fire at the original altar of the Citadel and say a prayer for the following year. It is an honor to partake in the ritual, as all high priestesses do, but to Sakura, it no longer holds the shiny, new intrigue it once did. She wanted to pass this year’s duty back to Tsunade, as she was perfectly capable of doing so. Still, Tsunade insisted that it was the duty of the priestess in charge to complete this task, and whether Sakura liked it or not, it was her responsibility to complete it.

As she meets her gaze in the mirror, Sakura’s eyes are steady and determined. Around her, her bedroom is in utter chaos. Chambermaids are rushing and bustling about, attempting to get everything set up in time. One is applying rose-colored blush on her cheeks, and another is dabbing lavender paint in the shape of a diamond on her forehead. A third is braiding her hair, pulling her bangs back into a clip, nestling her pink tresses into a loose bun at the base of her neck.

She feels the corset’s steady pressure and weight of her hefty skirts, and the green and off-white patterns on the fabric match the tapestries hanging in her room. Her skin feels tight under the layer of chalky make-up, but despite this, not a muscle on her face moves to make her discomfort known.

When she’s ready, she stands steady on her feet. Tsunade, who has been sitting in the corner quietly, rises as well and excuses the maids. Her oval-shaped, worried eyes meet Sakura’s and then slide down to appraise her. The gaze is like a physical touch, and Sakura has to stop herself from cringing underneath the scrutiny.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Her teacher asks.

No, she wants to say. No, she is not up for this. She wants to postpone this entire thing and discuss what happened earlier. To discuss the thinly veiled threat that the Uchiha made earlier this afternoon. What was to become of them? Was war on the horizon? After all this time, would their peace finally be broken?

She doesn’t voice any of these concerns, however.

And despite the discontent that has settled deep in her stomach, Sakura nods her head.

-o-

She should have known something was wrong when they reached the entrance to the cave.

It was too quiet.

There was a moment of calm before the ceremony was complete, a moment where she felt like she could breathe for the first time in the week leading up to the proceedings. Next, bodies are flooding the entryway. There is fire and ash and screaming, so much screaming. The stone of the path is bathed in so much blood, and Sakura does not realize that she is in danger until something collides heavily with her back, and she tumbles to the floor, her world temporarily going black.

As she becomes aware of her surroundings, Sakura returns to herself harshly, jerking, stomach clenching. Her vision swims, and once the pain in her head has been reduced to a minimal, dull ache, she realizes she is lying in Ino’s lap. She cannot mistake the familiar purple robes that her attendant wears.

She jolts up, which makes everything flare into agony again, and she can’t stifle the groan as she flops back on Ino’s legs. She cannot help but dry heave as her senses return, the acrid smell of burning flesh infiltrating her nostrils, hanging in the air like smog. She fights to sit up again but realizes her hands are tied behind her back, and a miserable shiver crawls down her spine. Ino must still be passed out because she is shockingly still.

With as much effort as she can muster, Sakura lifts her head and turns it towards her attendant’s face. She finds it slack with unconsciousness. She lets her head fall back unceremoniously onto Ino’s thigh when the strain becomes too much.

Something moves near them; there’s a shift in the shadows, then a scuffle and a pair of boots come into Sakura’s line of sight.

Sakura glances upwards and comes face to face with a shockingly familiar pair of wonder-filled red eyes.

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ballorawan740 · 3 years ago

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SCP Scenarios: SCP x Fem!Child!Hybrid!Reader

Requested by: @nightfoxyycats

I'm so sorry this took longer than expected T_T

(Yes Ik it's longer than the others I do, and that's cuz I usually end up mixing the headcanons into drabbles/one-shots, but this time, I kept it as bullet points and I got carried away. Oops. And yes, it's easier to write headcanons this way but it'll end up being long af)

When Cain first met you, he overheard and was curious about this new SCP during a test, so he decided to come and watch, from afar of course.

Anyways, the little test was just a plain and boring one and little (Y/N) was taken back to her containment cell after 10 minutes. Cain had requested to see you as he remembered seeing in your file that you can breathe fire and cry lava among other things due to your dragon abilities.

It's not like he didn't believe them since he's been in the foundation for many years, but he was just curious about a hybrid child like you and wanted to see if you were doing well. You being a shy child was quiet at first and when Cain went to visit you every so often, you both became close and he was a father figure to you, even though you were abandoned by your father since birth and your mother died not long later.

He took good care of you and made sure you were well fed. You were rather polite to the guards and staff so Cain wouldn't need to worry too much about you intentionally killing them. But only for a short period of time as who knows what you'll be like when you're older.

Luckily for Cain, you were also carnivorous, so he didn't have to worry about you eating your 5 a day (not that you wanted to anyways you ungrateful meat-eating child).

Whenever there's a containment breach, the first thing he does is to look for you

Aside from some side effects, he isn't worried too much as he wouldn't receive any wounds anyways so hell just charge towards anyone who looks/sound like you

He's basically your new dad ok?

SCP 076 (Abel)

Abel first came into contact with you during a containment breach

He just saw you casually flying around and occasionally lending the guards a hand by breathing fire just to burn some holes for easier access (how professional)

He saw you again moments later when you were alone and you decided to approach this hulk of a man to ask for some help, thinking he worked there. Abel had abandoned you (like your hopes and dreams left you a millennium years ago) but you insisted on going with him so he took you in

Later his rage in the facility had vanished as he had cared for you for the short period of time he had met you and handed you over to the guards, much to their surprise

He then ran away as he's not totally scared of kids or anything and hid in his box

You insisted on visiting 076-2 and so the researchers did, realising much later that you both had bonded. Abel was a parental figure to you.

A very overbearing protective guardian I must say.

Even more so when there's a containment breach

Like imagine 610 and 682 mashed up together to form an extremely hostile entity and that's Abel for you

But that's only if you were hurt, if you weren't or fit was just a normal containment breach, had be extremely worried

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor) (Guy's pls don't be mistaken, I don't have any beef with 049 ok? XD If I make any characters a little OC then 049 will gladly rid the pestilence from you without consent)

This sassy MF so-called doctor right here met you when for some reason, the doctors had decided to put you both into a testing room (no, it wasn't Bright's idea).

049 was just doing his thing as you just sat on a really high chair (cuz you do be short so ofc you wouldn't be sitting on a lower chair which is lower than your taste in men/women) and watched curiously. The doctor thought it was somewhat cute and laughed slightly from your curiosity.

Sensing that you didn't have the pestilence, he allowed you to scooch closer just to see. After the test was done, the guards took you back out with slight aggression, but you, for some reason, were still polite to the guards despite their aggression which made 049's heart swell due to your pureness.

You yawned slightly and accidentally blew out fire from your mouth which almost caused a containment breach if it weren't for 049's quick thinking

Later on, the researchers had decided to put you both in the testing room again, and you both began to bond as 049 requested you to burn the bodies he performed surgery on

Needless to say, you both had a great time and the researchers were mildly amused

If you somehow knew another friend (*ahem* 035), he'd probs ask him/her to care/loof for you if there were a containment breach

Or he would just sigh and look after you himself if you were closer to 035 and he asked so nicely

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask) (Right about 049 being sassy.... I'll take that back, 035 is the sassiest, right next to a certain sculpture in the foundation)

Anyhow, 035 was actually the reason you were stuck in the foundation anyways

God knows how, but you met this guy wearing this theatre mask and you ended up here in the foundation

Now everyone thought you were either a Keter or Euclid

I mean, you were so close to being put into the Euclid class but ended up in safe since you were so polite to the researchers as well as shy and relatively easy to contain... For now

Whenever they used you in a test, you were rewarded with whatever you wanted, within reason ofc, whenever you behaved well which was like 98% of the time minus minor accidents since you weren't entirely in control of your powers

Sometimes instead of a reward, you'd request to see 035 as he would perform to you and that was only granted when its safe to do so and when that hideous mask would do as he/she/it is told

035 would be that somewhat overprotective yet goofy uncle that everyone loved and he was totally wrapped around your fingers unless you were hurt or if he urgently needed something or someone

If there was a containment breach, he'd look for you, if not he'll call out his 'friend' to look out for you (*cough* 049 *cough*)

When 035 finds you, he'd most likely ask you to fly around to see the nearest exit or he'd just carry you when there's someone chasing you

If 035 were to kill anyone, you'd cry and tell him no to which did end up in burning the floor but oh wells, they're rich enough to contain him so why not use the extra money to rebuild the floor right?

Anyways, 035 loves you no matter what and he'd do anything to make sure you're doing well

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Ok so, when you and 999 first met each other, you were kind of just wandering around the facility minding your own business

999 just casually slithered up to your leg and offered you some sweets and a hug since you looked upset and so you accepted it

You both found a place to sit and just talk bout stuff and what life was like before you were captured

But you were cheery just like 999 and rarely attacked anyone, and if you ever did, it was either that you were hella pissed or you accidentally breathed fire/teared up some lava which burnt some stuff

The researchers would secretly take in some notes bout your interactions and just continued on with their day and left you both alone, but would sometimes keep a stern eye on you

They say it's for everyone's safety, and that's true to an extent, but the main reason they do it is to monitor your progress of you controlling your powers

Anyways, sometimes when it gets busy in the cafe or down the hallway, you just fly across the room, and sometimes, you'll be extra cheeky and play hide and seek with the researchers

999 would occasionally join in but he's more like a worried older brother to you

During containment breaches, 999 would run around looking for you and when he did, he would check if you had any injuries

When you say you didn't, he was relieved but not for long since you mentioned bout making new SCP friends and he just died right there and then (not really)

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

Similarly to Able, he'd be wary of you at first

Like, he can sense that you weren't just an ordinary child when you just appeared behind him

He was somewhat irritated when you followed him around, but you reminded him of 053, so he just let it slide and let you show some affection towards him

It's not like he didn't like it, he was just embarrassed

Anyhow, the researchers wanted to test how 682 would bond with you, so they made you meet up with him again but in his cell

You were both chatting like father and daughter and soon, everyone had found out that not only could you fly, you could also cry lava, which yes did burn a small hole on the ground and you could somehow breathe fire

You were also immune to the fire and lava so they decided to have a full-on body check and discovered that you were built similar to the komodo dragon with a side of 682 (XD Don't ask)

682 was left stunned, but luckily he didn't feel the need to run up the wall like that bunny

Like who tf invented a self-eating bunny?

Anyways, research shows that just like Abel, the giant lizard was very protective of you

The theory has it that you were somehow related to the lizard, perhaps he laid an egg before containment and some guy took it in and froze it then decided to hatch the egg

During containment breaches, he would basically rampage around the facility, killing anyone and everyone until he found you

And when he did, he would check on you like the amazing father he is and then carry on killing but was then stopped by you

So he would just carry you around until you fell asleep

SCP 105 (Iris)

I think Iris would be a good mother/sister figure when it comes to kids

It kinda came from the fact that Iris hangs out with Abel and Cain a lot, so it kinda just rubs off her

Her motherly/sisterly instinct just heightened when she first found you on a mission and she just took you in

It took a while to bribe the foundation that she kinda had custody

Not exactly custody, but she had a say when it came to your safety, especially the fact that you weren't exactly human and your appearance would cause a disturbance to others

I feel like Iris would be a stern yet kind guardian towards you, leaning towards the stern part since you're a child SCP and has fire breath and lava tears

Iris wouldn't be entirely bothered by you flying around, but she had to bribe the researchers and some SCPs to help you fly better

She would murder anyone who had to cry because they made you cry and cleaning up after your tears is such a mess considering that you have little control over them

Your fire breath on the other hand is slightly more controllable, but if you were hella happy or mad you'd breathe the fire and burn anyone/anything

Most of the time, its unintentional and you're usually sweet and kind towards anyone, so manners aren't a big thing for Iris to teach you

She'd even teach you some of the stuff she learnt/discovered and you'd just sit there being nosy and curious about everything

Like that one time, you almost caused a breach cus you were so curious and friendly that 682 was about to snap off your head and rampage out of the foundation

And don't even get me started with the brothers and 096, OML

Other than that, you both were like a family you never had :,) (You're welcome!!!)

During containment breaches, Iris would literally pick you up and run

Unless you weren't with her for whatever reason (Yes, you're attached to each other's hips... Don't lie, you love it!), she'd do anything to find you

If you were hurt, shed tend to your injuries immediately and lecture you about safety

If you weren't hurt, shed still give you a lecture, then pick you up and run

If you made friends on the way, she may or may not approve and bite of anyone head

And the foundation wouldn't want an Angry!Iris around

SCP 106 (Old Man)

This old man here is basically the definition of a cool uncle/granddad

Without a doubt, he'd go into his pocket dimension and comes back with a teddy bear or some sweets

He'd spoil you a lot and the foundation had enough of this cuz by the time you become an adult, you wouldn't be independent enough

Anyways, 106 would let you go into his dimension and practice your abilities there for the safety of others

The researchers would occasionally ask you to carry a camera with you just so they know what it's like in his pocket dimension

106 rarely gets mad, and even if he was, it'll be about someone trying to hurt you since you're too kind and shy to make him mad

You're even kind to the researchers and guards which is worrying to 106 as they might take advantage of your kindness (which may be true for some, but most of them are just glad you're kind since it makes their jobs so much easier)

Sometimes, you'd make things levitate which was a shock to anyone who walked by and witnessed this

But only for a few seconds though, so it's not much

106 would encourage you to use your telekineses and he'd attempt to train you

Which didn't work so well, so that sucks

During containment breaches, he'd use his pocket dimension to his advantage

He'd hide you in there just so you don't have to get hurt

If you weren't there with him, he'd kill and hunt down anyone who might know where you are

He'd make sure you weren't hurt otherwise he would go into scary uncle mode

If you weren't hurt, he would just hug you which stops you from crying lava

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

Now what makes you and 096 a unique pairing is that you're both shy

The only difference is that you can speak but 096 kinda doesn't

But that's not a problem since you both just understood each other since day 1

I'd say 096 is that introverted uncle/cousin but he's kinda chill and sweet with you

As for containment breaches, the only difference with this tall guy is that not only will he kill anyone who sees his face, he'd also hunt down anyone who'd hurt you

096 has a newfound ability for this and the researchers were shocked when they first found out

A certain chainsaw loving doctor wanted to test it out himself but was stopped rather quickly by the other researchers

Anyways, one time you almost burnt down the foundation because 096 crept up behind you which scared you to tears

And you screamed as well which didn't help at all since you could breathe fire

Also, when you're not with 096, you'd use your levitating powers to grab lighter objects which did result in the objects falling onto your head

And this is why you need to train more, so then objects wouldn't be yeeted onto your tiny head and knock the nonexistent brain cells out of your nonexistent brain - Sorry not sorry (Ok so at least pretend to laugh)

If anyone bullied you and you didn't say a word, 096 would know and even if you tried to stop him, it wouldn't work

Unless you're in a life-threatening situation, but even then, he'd kill the guy

Dr. Simon Glass

Unlike the others on the list, you're the one who approached the doctor

Mainly because you were lost, but you were curious as well

Simon would probably be the best person to run into, other than Kondraki, but still

It's because he's a psychologist and still very much human (I mean, Kondraki's a normal human I guess, but he has those butterfly thingys)

Anyways, when he first saw you, you were in his office flying about and crying lava

Simon saw you and was shocked but attempted to calm you down and get you you sit with him for a bit, then call the others

But boy did that not work out, because this poor innocent boi was boutta get killed by your firey breath cuz he startled you too much

Bright, Kondraki and Clef just strolled in and saw the mess and even attempted to get you to chill, but this didn't work either

So poor Simon Glass had to find his way to get you to stop being so scared which obviously worked

You sat down with him and he let you doodle on a blank piece of paper

And being a good psychologist he is, he used psychological methods to get you to feel comfortable and to start talking to which you did

You were so polite he gave it to a chocolate bar, but instead of taking it off his hands, you used your telekineses to levitate it in your direction

Simon recorded what he had seen before letting the other researchers take you and offered to take you under his wing on the condition that you were you have a check-up every now and again

That wasn't much of a problem since you were so polite and chill - Usually

During containment breaches, he would make sure that you were safe first and it wasn't so difficult to deal with you since you were with him most of the time

When you're not with him, he'd be extremely worried like a mother hen and run in any direction that would take him to you

He'd be relieved to see you and if you were hurt, he'd bandage you up and try to not cry

If you've made new friends, he would be very happy about it - Unless it's a Keter or Euclid class

They'll be on his watchlist

Anyhow, Simon Glass is basically your mother and mentor

He'd teach you all the basics you'll need and help train you if he can (he'd most likely have to ask the other doctors and SCPs with some bribery)

Dr. Jack Bright

Our favourite doctor here would be that goofy uncle/dad

I feel that he'd sympathise with you since he's also an SCP (sorta) and he feels kind of trapped in the foundation

If you're lucky enough, Jack might be able to take you out for an hour for some fresh air

You'll automatically be under his wing and nobody will ever question it. Ever.

Although he may be goofy and does stupid things, he would be surprisingly protective and his fatherly instincts kick in right away since he first met you

He would allow you to use your powers to an extent and teach you how to use your power properly

You are well aware of his anomalous abilities with his neckless, so whenever Bright had to change bodies, you'd automatically know where he is (other than the obvious neckless thingy)

If there were to have a containment breach, Bright would panic but quickly become calm as that's the only way he could find you and keep you safe

When he finds you he would give you that lecture while finding any scratches on you

If you were to grow, he would give most guys the dad glare of the century and all those guys would run tf away cuz nobody messes with Bright's newfound daughter

I have high doubts that he would let anyone do tests with you when he's not there and even if he was, they would need his approval, so most of the time, you don't even need to worry much

Dr. Alto Clef

(OML Why do I keep adding new characters?! There's so much to write T_T)

Right, so when Clef found you, it was like as if his long lost (well... not so lost) memory came back to him

For some reason, you reminded him of 166 (OML I'm so lost for this SCP, like boi she had a rewrite)

So he took you in the foundation like he did with his daughter and took care of you Since he works for the foundation, he's not remotely terrified or anything, but he's curious about your abilities

And of course, you managed to use some of your abilities because of some SCPs and Bright Clef took you to meet 166 and you both showed your abilities and since 166 is older than you, she's probably trying to help you control your powers more

Which, of course, makes Clef a proud dad

If there were any containment breaches, he'd panicked but once he found you with his other daughter, he was relieved

166 made sure that you weren't hurt and if you were, you'd be bandaged up so Clef doesn't have to worry too much

Anyhow, if Clef decides to introduce you to the tiger doctors, he'd make sure Glass is the first since he's the most sensible person (but let's face it, he wouldn't admit it)

Then it'll be Iceberg, Coggs (that's his name right), Light and a couple others Bright and Kondraki would be last since they would be somewhat chaotic (mainly Bright) even though they're the fun uncle

Whenever Clef has a mission, he'd shove you to either 166 or Glass, if he's free, if not then it'll most likely be Light (and if she's also busy, then yall screwed)

And bless the guy who takes an interest in you when you become a teen cuz our messy boi would make sure that guy would suffer

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

Ok let's face it, Kondraki would definitely be the mother hen of the dad world in the SCP Foundation

He's literally your mother, kinda like Glass but kinda not, ya know what I'm saying?

Like he'll feed your curiosity since many people around you wouldn't and you're an SCP so you're trapped in the foundation anyways

I'd say he's quite cautious and caring, obviously, but if he's out and about, he'd definitely let you go with him

Unless he's going out for a mission, then that's a definite no-no

He would let you hang out with the safer SCPs like 999 and maybe 166 if Clef is chill, but he has to let you hang out with her cuz she's the only other SCP who could help you get a grasp with your powers

Like how to not burn the bloody floor when you cry and stop breathing fire inconsistently by accident

An attempt was made when they try to train your telekineses but they'll have to wait till you're older

Since most of the time you're stuck with Kondraki, I don't think he'd be all too worried bout breaches, of course, he'd be worried about your safety, but you're there with him

If not then god knows what Kondraki would do

Like that one time, he begged Clef and Bright to look for you in which they did but then they made him do something for them in return

Let's just say, it wasn't pleasant at all, but it could be worse since Clef had a shred of sympathy left for the man and Bright just wanted chainsaws

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 4 years ago

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Hi, I really, REALLY love your writing, you're a amazing writer and I just want you to know it (ب_ب)♡

I don't know if you're up to, or if you did it before, but, can I request a female reader poly relationship with Armin and Eren? 👉👈 If you've done this or are uncomfortable doing it, you can ignore this request

You're so sweet! Thank you so much ت💛

And I haven't actually written something like this before so no worries you're the first! It doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, although I appreciate you checking first, thank you🐛

Hmm since this is a poly, I guess it'll classify as a valid Eren x reader fic, welp gotta make him his own catorgy now.

Being in a Poly relationship with Armin and Eren HC

{ Armin x reader x Eren | tw:none | fluff | Modern }

{ "What's Behind the Door" by Hans Zatzka 1859-1945 }

You're the middle spoon most of the time. Armin prefers being the little spoon and burying himself against your chest before falling asleep, while Eren likes feeling you in his arms and just pulling you so close against him. On rare times they switch positions.

As a result, you wake up with the two of them wrapped around you. Good luck getting up with how grumpy Eren is in the morning.

Talking about Eren, he enjoys listening to you and Armin talk in general. It could be about anything from the weather to a book or even complaining about him and he'll just sit between you two and relax. It makes him feel at peace.

You're his safe place when the world gets too much, he could just hug you impossibly close to him before closing his eyes while you and Armin hang out.

In fact he enjoys watching you two do anything together, even mondaine thing like help Armin detangle his hair in the morning. Oh no, he won't help, but he will sit next to you and observe even if it means he too will be late to work.

Eren is one of those people who get out of bed, mess their hair a bit and then have perfect hair somehow. He could just tie it back and it'll look so good despite being effortless.

Armin likes how playful you and Eren can get, how much he teases you and how you answer back. Especially when the two of you are trying to make him pick sides and back one of you up, he acts innocent but in reality he's looking for a bribe.

Armin also enjoys how Eren is mostly down to his adventures and even looks forward to them, it also means convincing you to tag along will be easier and the three of you will have so much fun.

He also feels more confident and bold when both of you are by his side, his usual anxieties and worries getting drowned out by your voices and presence. Plus both of your assurance are a huge boost to his ego, he can actually tease back if pushed hard enough.

Be warned, a smug cocky Armin is a...dangerous one.

I'm not saying you and Eren will get roasted but...

The three of you live in Armin's place actually, since with his grandpa away in the farm, he has the whole apartment to himself.

Eren still visits his mom on the weekends tho, will drag you two along, she bakes you pie and sends you home with cookies.

Eren is just a completely opposite person in front of his mom, you and Armin can get away with almost anything in front of her.

It's actually Armin who plans dates for the three of you , picnics, arcades, beach trips, diners.

They actually enabler each other a lot, being best friends and all. A lot of times Armin would just get Eren to drag you into places or ideas he has and a lot of times Eren will get Armin to convince you that yes spending money on expensive shoes is a good investment.

They keep a tap on each other.

You have no idea the amount of things Eren broke by accident and Armin was quick to replace before you notice. Or the many times Armin almost backed away from showing you things he wrote or got for you wasn't it for Eren encouraging him.

Eren is really protective, for both of you actually. He makes sure no one is bothering you and always steps in whenever you're uncomfortable

Armin is really considerate, he knows both of your preference and a lot of small details. He takes your emotions into consideration and always has a plan B and knows just the right words to say.

The problem is that both of them are extremely jealous people who don't know how to deal with it.

For real, Armin would seem sad and distante while Eren will be passive aggressive. And all of that just because you told Connie you liked his shirt or laughed at something Sasha said.

They act like kicked puppies, and won't ever admit to being jealous they just look at you with puppy eyes till you pay them the same attention too.

Drama queens, both of them. Will whine and sulk if your attention leaves them for a second.

Armin has a special nickname for each one of you, while Eren goes for the typical "babe" and looks at both of you making you try to guess "which one?"

Armin likes holding your hand and kissing you cheek, Eren prefers wrapping an arm around you and kissing your neck.

Both of them are big on physical affaction, expect a lot of greeting and goodbye kisses also being pulled into a hug or to sit near someone at random times.

Armin likes taking pictures of you, together or each by their own. He keeps them in a scrapbook that you help him make, Eren tries to find the best spots for him to photograph.

While Eren plays Videgames, he likes having you and Armin by his side. Even if you're not playing with him he'll just enjoy looking at your direction whenever he preforms really well like a kid looking for praise.

They have really different taste in food, movies and dates. Despite that they rarely argue or fight about It, since they've known each other for so long they learned how to compromise.

Lowkey each of them still tries to pull you to like the things they do so you'll take sides.

Even if you're not around, they will talk about you between them. Just how gorgeous you looked today and how adorable that outfit looked on you.

Actually both of them have you alone as their lockscreen, even whilst having a lot of pictures of the three of them together, they just like it this way.

Both are also big on public affaction so don't expect the pampering to stop just because you're outside.

They're just so comfortable with each other and when you came along they had absolutely no problem in sharing you, actually they even prefered because the other is the only person they'd trust with you.

They also don't mind when one of them takes you on a private date just the two of you alone, just give the other a heads up and maybe bring them a snack or something.

You prefer romantic cozy dates? Armin would love to share his softest blanket with you under the fairylights while sharing a milkshake or your favourite drink and watching a romantic comedy sitcom.

And the next day, Eren would take you to his favourite restaurant before going to the arcades or cinema after. Drive around in the car while listening to music and occasionally stopping at really nice spots to enjoy the view.

Maybe the three of you could go to a waterpark and Eren would attempt the really high dives while Armin just happily floats around in the water.

Or maybe going to the beach and watching them put actual effort and planning into making a good sandcastle, Armin collecting the seashells while Eren gets the sand.

Being in a relationship with them means you'll get the best of both worlds yet never get bored or feel alone. They have really different tastes yet are so similar at the same time, you'll truely feel loved and cared for.

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kurowrites · 4 years ago

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“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” AU Prompt for Wangxian, if you like?

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When Wei Ying woke up, he had to blink a few times to adjust his vision to the bright glare of the lights overhead, momentarily blinding him. Something was weird. This definitely wasn’t his own bedroom, whose lighting was rather dim and most definitely off when he was sleeping.

He blinked a few times more and then turned his head to examine the room he was in.

It took him far too long to understand what he was seeing, but once his brain actually started processing it, there was no doubt. He was in a hospital room, complete with barren walls and the strong smell of disinfectant. But he had no memory that could explain why he would be waking up in a hospital bed. In fact, now that he thought about it, he had no idea what he’d been doing before he’d woken up here, or even what day of the week it was.

Impatient to have his questions answered, he tried to wriggle around and slip out of bed, but his body felt oppressively heavy, and his vision started to swim as soon as he lifted his head off the pillow.

Exhausted and distressed, he fell back into bed. What the hell had happened to him? Why was he feeling so terrible?

Just that moment, the door of the hospital room opened, and a nurse stepped in.

“Oh, you are awake,” she said. “Good.”

She moved up to the bed and started to check his vitals – or harass him, Wei Ying couldn’t really tell which one it was. She was probably around fifty and had a distinct aunt-y vibe that made Wei Ying lay still on danger of getting stabbed with a needle.

“Do you know why you’re here?” she asked, after she had apparently determined that he was conscious and held it together enough for conversation.

“No,” Wei Ying croaked, and immediately started coughing. His throat felt terribly dry.

The nurse went to his bedside table, where a cup and a pitcher of water had been placed, and filled the cup for him. Then she made him drink.

“You’ve been in a traffic accident,” she told him without ceremony. “You got hit by a car and had to be brought here in an ambulance.”

Shit. Could that be true?

He didn’t remember any of that.

“I don’t remember,” he told the nurse.

“Honey, it’s probably better if you don’t,” she said, patting him on the arm absent-mindedly. “That’s your brain protecting you. You’re also on painkillers right now,” here, she pointed at one of the drips that went into his arm, “and they tend to make your brain a little foggy. You only need to focus on getting better right now.”

That wasn’t particularly comforting to Wei Ying. He’d been lying here, doing–

“My work!” he suddenly remembered.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that!” the nurse said, shaking her head. “I think that nice Mr. Lan has taken care of all that.”

She checked her watch.

“It’s almost time for him to visit, too. Such a nice young man, if only youngsters nowadays were a little more like him.”

She sighed, patted Wei Ying’s arm again, and then left, hopefully to tell someone else that he had gained consciousness again.

Wei Ying sighed and stared at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure what the nurse had meant with “that nice Mr. Lan,” because he didn’t know anyone with the last name Lan. Certainly no one who would visit him at the hospital. Had she gotten his visitor’s name wrong? He tried to think of a different possibility, but couldn’t think of anyone. Wen Ning was away. And Jiang Cheng still wasn’t speaking to him, not to mention that no one in their right mind would ever call Jiang Cheng a ‘nice young man’ if they had spent more than 30 seconds in his presence.

He wasn’t kept in suspense about the identity of his visitor for very long, though. Only minutes after the nurse had left, the door opened again, and through came a man that Wei Ying had never seen in his life. He would have definitely remembered meeting him, Wei Ying was sure, because the man was a devastating combination of tall, handsome and well-dressed. Very memorable. Even in his current drugged-up state.

The man hesitated for one small moment when he saw Wei Ying looking at him, but then continued his progress through the room with a measured pace, finally arriving at Wei Ying’s bedside. He did not speak, but silently placed several items onto Wei Ying’s bedside table. Wei Ying saw a book, what looked to be some healthy snacks, as well as… his phone? It looked terribly beaten up, but a traffic accident might do that to a phone. He should probably be glad if it still worked.

The stranger must have noticed the direction of his gaze, for he finally opened his mouth.

“I have taken the liberty of contacting you place of work.”

“Thank you,” Wei Ying said, sending the stranger an ironic smile. “What I’d rather like to know, though… who are you?”

The stranger bowed slightly, as if to apologise for his rudeness.

“Lan Zhan,” he said. “I was the one… who hit you with my car.”

“Oh, I see,” Wei Ying said, several things suddenly becoming clear to him. “This is a ‘I’m feeling guilty’ visit. Don’t worry about that. It’s fine. I’ll be out of here in no time.”

The stranger, Lan Zan, frowned at Wei Ying’s words.

“It is not guilt that has made me come here,” he said.

Then he was silent again. Wei Ying waited for a moment, but when nothing else happened, he raised his eyebrows at Lan Zhan, encouraging him to go on. Lan Zhan looked as if he’d rather do anything else than open his mouth again, but eventually, thanks to Wei Ying’s pathetic wheedling, he conceded.

“The one responsible for your accident was the driver who suddenly came out of a side street and nearly ran you over,” Lan Zhan explained. “You ended up in front of my car because you were trying to escape his path of collision. He also crashed into my car, nearly hitting you a second time. I have no guilt to speak of, but I am grateful that you survived. I was worried, however, when your family could not be contacted.”

“Oh, uh, well,” Wei Ying stuttered. “Honestly, that shouldn’t be any concern to you. I’ll be fine. My family… well, it doesn’t matter.”

“Your family should care for you if you are injured.”

There was a stubborn set around Lan Zhan’s mouth, and Wei Ying suddenly found himself smiling. He wasn’t sure if he should call it fortune or misfortune, but this Lan Zhan was clearly an incredibly stiff man with very strict notions of propriety, to the point where he involved himself into the affairs of others.

“Ah, Lan-gege,” Wei Ying sighed. “Not to say I’m not very grateful for your help, which I am, but let me assure you that you have officially fulfilled your obligations and are free to leave. You have already done more than I can ask for. If it is as you say, I have no ill feelings towards you. Feel free to go on with your life, and sorry about the car. I think I need to sleep again, I feel very tired.”

He was, in fact, feeling very tired, and it was getting harder to keep his eyes open by the minute.

Lan Zhan seemed to realise that that was the case. He said his goodbyes, but before he left the room, he announced, “I will come again.”

Wei Ying wanted to object, but Lan Zhan was already gone, and Wei Ying’s eyes were closing.

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The next few days passed in the monotony of sleeping, check-ups by doctors and nurses, terrible hospital meals, and occasional visits from Lan Zhan.

As handsome as he might have been, at first Wei Ying really didn’t want Lan Zhan to come back again. He quickly learned to be grateful for his frequent visits, however. Staying in the hospital was extremely boring, even with the books that Lan Zhan brought him, and everything was much better once he trained Lan Zhan to bring him spicy snacks.

After a few excessively boring days in bed (more than he cared for, certainly), he was finally allowed to walk around a little in order to regain his strength, and Lan Zhan would take him outside into the garden whenever he visited. Wei Ying was extremely grateful for that, since the nurses didn’t allow him to go alone.

Wei Ying quickly learned on their little excursions that Lan Zhan rarely spoke, but was an extremely attentive listener who would prove said attention in the most unexpected moments. It was almost shocking sometimes; Wei Ying would ramble on about something, and Lan Zhan would suddenly say one thing or another that made clear he had been paying attention when most people would have tuned out already. It was… flattering, to say the least. To have someone pay attention to him so much. Definitely something Wei Ying could get used to.

Lan Zhan was also very attentive to Wei Ying’s physical state. More than once, when Wei Ying felt his own strength lagging, he suddenly found Lan Zhan’s hand at his elbow, steadily and unobtrusively making sure that he didn’t fall over his own clumsy feet. Lan Zhan seemed to know that he needed support almost before Wei Ying himself realised it.

Normally, he would complain about being thought a weakling, but if Wei Ying were honest, he would admit that sometimes, he really needed the support. And well… he couldn’t really bring himself to mind being spoiled by a handsome man. If he were really honest, he would confess that he simply liked Lan Zhan’s hands on him, and any excuse that provided him with an opportunity was good enough, even if he had to play up his weakness.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said when they were on one of their garden excursions one day, eating little cups of mango panna cotta that Lan Zhan had brought with him today on a bench. “I will be released tomorrow. You don’t have to visit me here any longer after today.”

“Hn,” Lan Zhan agreed. “What time?”

“Around ten, I think? Why do you ask?”

“I will pick you up.”

Wei Ying sighed deeply and swallowed the last spoonful of dessert.

“Lan Zhan, ah, Lan Zhan. I can ask a friend to pick me up. You shouldn’t do so many things for me. If you are too nice, people will end up misunderstanding. Well, I will end up misunderstanding. You wouldn’t want that to happen, now would you?”

He directed his best salacious grin at Lan Zhan.

“Nn,” Lan Zhan replied noncommittally. “I will pick you up.”

Wei Ying stared at Lan Zhan for a moment. Could it be that Lan Zhan was that thick? That he didn’t realise what Wei Ying was getting at? Did he have to spell it out for Lan Zhan? That he meant misunderstanding in the sense of kissing and possibly getting naked with each other?

“Lan Zhan, I’m serious,” Wei Ying complained, tugging at Lan Zhan’s sleeve to make him look at him properly. “I will misunderstand.”

Lan Zhan looked at him, and it struck Wei Ying again how beautiful Lan Zhan’s eyes were. He had thought that Lan Zhan was pretty much expressionless when they first got to know each other, but that had been patently untrue. His perpetually serious eyes were the source of so much deeply felt emotion. Everything Lan Zhan felt, he felt with his entire heart. So when Lan Zhan looked at him, Wei Ying automatically felt his pulse speed up and his cheeks start to grow hot. That was the effect Lan Zhan had on anyone he really directed his attention towards.

“I will pick you up,” Lan Zhan repeated once again. Stubbornly, insistently. Mulishly.

Without breaking their line of sight even once. Just serious. And steady.

“Oh,” Wei Ying whispered.

Oh. Lan Zhan didn’t want him to misunderstand. Lan Zhan wanted him to understand.

Wei Ying shot up from the bench they had been sitting on and walked over to the trash can close by, to throw away his empty cup of panna cotta. Lan Zhan followed him, throwing his own cup into the trash. As he did it, he looked about as disquieted as Lan Zhan ever did, but right now, Wei Ying was unable to handle anything.

Could he be right? Did Lan Zhan – that Lan Zhan –

As he stood there, he slightly tilted to the side – and there he was, Lan Zhan was right at his side, steadying him. But right now, Wei Ying didn’t want to be steadied. He leaned further into Lan Zhan’s side, putting most of his weight on Lan Zhan right until his head a found a home in the crook of Lan Zhan’s neck.

“Ah, Lan Zhan,” he sighed. “Taking advantage of the weak and injured, I see. Do you always flirt like that? Picking people up at the hospital?”

He looked up at Lan Zhan and smiled.

Lan Zhan didn’t answer, but one of his arms most definitely found its way around Wei Ying’s waist, holding him securely to Lan Zhan’s side. It was… intimate.

It was answer enough.

“This is the part where you’re supposed to say ‘No, Wei Ying is the only one for me,’” Wei Ying pouted.

“Wei Ying is the only one for me,” Lan Zhan intoned seriously.

Wei Ying had to bury his face in his hands and scream a little.

“You can’t say things like that out of the blue!” he complained. “My poor, beaten body won’t be able to take it!”

Then he peeked out between the gaps between his fingers, up at Lan Zhan.

“Say it again.”

(When Lan Zhan picked him up the next day, he received a kiss for his efforts.)

(One kiss, or many.)

(Who was going to count.)

#kuro writes #the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs #mdzs headcanons #well not really #sweat #enter21

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heeberry · 4 years ago

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My Clumsy Player

(Loona) Jung Jinsoul x Female!Reader

Requested: yes!

Berry: Hey can I request Jinsoul x fem reader where the reader is a basketball player but is clumsy and got injured during practice and Jinsoul takes care of her, very fluffy pls <3

You smiled as you heard the echoes of your girlfriend, Jinsoul cheering you on. The bleachers weren’t filled with many students at your school, but there were a few that decided to watch the schools basketball team play, one of them being Jinsoul.

Jinsoul always admired your hard work, constantly visiting you from time to time to watch you play the sport you enjoyed the most. And seeing you doing something that made you happy, made Jinsoul happy as well.

Getting into the basketball team wasn’t easy. Being rejected multiple times in middle school discouraged you, feeling like you weren’t meant to play in the court with others who enjoyed it just as much as you did.

But when Jinsoul came in she told you how you shouldn’t give up, and just from that it gave you motivation to only try harder.

You always thank Jinsoul after every win or dunk you manage to make, as clichè as it seemed without her you wouldn’t be one of the best players in the team, not to brag about it of course.

Though, there was always a little flaw you had. People have loads of flaws but this one always stood in your way most of the time during practice or games.

Your coach always scolded you for it but in all honestly you couldn’t control it at times.

It was always “y/n! You’re being clumsy again! Get yourself together!” That made you feel utterly upset.

Oh how clumsy you were, no matter what time or place somehow you’ll always end up making a little clumsy mistake. As much as you hate it, Jinsoul seems to adore it.

She only doesn’t like it when you do something stupid and end up on the floor, but that’s besides the point.

Currently you were practicing your three pointers, if your lucky enough you could manage to shoot from afar, but it isn’t that easy. Three pointers were something you were weak at, constantly missing or the ball hitting the rim of the hoop always made you fustrated. Especially when there’s a actual game going on in school, missing a three pointer in front of school mates and people you didn’t know at all put you in pure embarrassment.

You stood exactly on the spot to shoot a three pointer, knees slightly bent and hands fiddling to get to the right position of holding the ball. You suddenly shoot with the basketball in mid air, you silently prayed that the ball was gonna make it through the hoop.

The ball rolled around the rim, it made you anxious if it would even go inside or just go outside like magic.

Soon it slowly stopped, your eyes widening as the ball sucessfully went in the hoop. You heard Jinsoul cheer for you as you turned around with a smile, hands in the air as you shouted in excitement “I did it! I did it!”

“not so fast” the coach came to you, shaking his head “your going to have to do that while someone is trying to steal the ball from you, you know that right?” He asked.

You nodded in agreement, all the excitement flowing away along the wind. You should’ve known something like this was going to happen.

Your coach was hard on you, never celebrating your tiny successes but using it as a advantage for you to get into a one on one match.

Which brought you to your opponent, Hyunjin, shielding you from trying to make the shoot.

You tried escaping her sharp movements and gazes, whatever you did she always managed to get in your way in time. It truly made you impressed but now wasn’t the time to be, souly focused on making that three pointer hoop and making you, your coach, and Jinsoul proud.

Taking a quick breather, you sighed, “you can do this y/n, you can do it” constantly repeating yourself in your head as you spined three sixty away from Hyunjin and ran.

Despite the turns you made Hyunjin still caught up to you, a groan escaping your lips everytime she did so.

If you can’t shoot the three pointer with Hyunjin being in the way than at least for now you could show coach your dunking right?

Well that plan wasn’t played the same way in you imagined it. You ran towards the hoop, jumping on time you smiled at yourself, it was pure success but also a fail. You were about to make this dunk but you didn’t make the three pointer while Hyunjin was in the way.

Or so you thought you’d make the dunk. As you were about to make the hoop you accidently lost focus. You began fiddling with the ball which caused it to jump out your hands making you confused, and before you even knew it you were on the hard floor.

Hyunjin couldn’t even jump with you on time, accepting the defeat. But when she saw you on the floor she panicked, rushing to you along with Jinsoul, who was extremely worried.

She watched from afar at how you were about to make it, slowly rising from her seat, the whole scene making her tense but excited to see you dunk. As soon as she saw the ball fly out your hands she knew things would go down hill. Jinsoul’s heart dropped seeing you fall on the floor, your knee hitting the floor first before any of your other limbs.

It took you awhile to realize what happened, the pain spreading around your whole leg woke you up, gaining conscious you held your breath in, bitting your lips and eyebrows furrowed from the pain.

“Y/n! Y/n! Are you okay?” Jinsoul spoke, lightly shaking you to face her side. Hyunjin squatted to your level, shaken up from your sudden fall “hey are you okay?”

You whimpered in pain when Jinsoul’s slender fingers touched your knee, the pain only increasing so much that tears started to form.

Your girlfriend got up in an instant, lifting you up bridal style with ease and telling your coach about the fall before heading to the nurse. She looked at your knee and frowned, a bruise slowly started to form. “Don’t worry y/n, you’ll be fine”

...

After visiting the nurse she did confirm that a bruise was slowly forming on your knee. “Don’t play until that bruise is healed okay?” She told you, grabbing a ice pack and pressing it against your knee.

You hissed in pain but nodded, “I’ll try my best”

At the moment you sat at the cafeteria, your bruised knee laying on one of the seats. Jinsoul came back after grabbing some snacks for you to distract yourself while she took care of your knee, just like how the nurse instructed.

You smiled when she handed you your favorite snack, opening it up in a instant and shoving it down your throat like it was the last piece of food to ever exist.

Jinsoul shook her head and laughed, you stuffed so much into your mouth it almost looked like you were squirrel, storing things in your mouth.

She moved you closer to herself, bringing the first aid kit out. “Jinsoul you didn’t have to do this” you frowned, feeling bad for her having to take care of you when it was your fault for causing this mess.

“yes I do y/n, don’t worry! It’s better that I do” she smiled, “plus your my number one priority, so I have to take care of you always”

You watched as she applied aloe vera to the bruised knee, the cool feeling hitting the part that hurt the most made you feel slightly relived.

Jinsoul grabbed a elastic bandage, wrapping it around until the bruise was no where to be seen. “Does it hurt if I press on it?” She asked, poking your knee.

You shook your head in response, “no not really, it hurts less than last time so I guess that’s improvement” you giggled.

She smiled, playfully slapping your shoulder before engulfing you in a hug. Resting her chin on your shoulder, she turned her head to give you a tiny peck on the cheek. “How come you lost focus? That’s pretty rare of you to”

Shrugging your shoulders you replied, “I know! I guess I was too excited? I don’t even know” you lowered your head. “I can’t even play this weeks game because the nurse said so”

Jinsoul senses the sadness in your voice, picking her head up she picked your own as well. “Hey it’s okay if you can’t, if you rest then you’ll be able to play better!” She said, trying to lift your sprits.

You slightly nodded your head in agreement, “yeah I guess your right” you said, staring at your knee you soon let a little laugh, “isn’t this the third time I gotten hurt from practice?”

“Elventh”

“Elventh?!” Your head shot up with your eyes widening, “no way! How do you even know?”

She scoffed “I’ve always been there whenever you got hurt idiot of course I’d know how many times you’ve specifically got hurt”

“Besides, your my clumsy player”

You raised your eyebrows, “that doesn’t sound right”

Jinsoul quickly kissed you, catching you off guard, she confidently spoke, “well it does to me.”

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