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Bradley’s Birthday Surprise
Happy birthday @vivwritesfics 💕💕
Viv gave me the challenge (and privilege) of writing for Bradley, Bob and Pup for her series HATM and oh my gosh it was so much fun! I hope you like it and hope you have an amazing day love!
Pup was determined to make Bradley’s birthday extra special this year, especially since it was the first one with him. She still had a lot to learn about the pack and being an omega (and a werewolf in general) but one thing she knew was that Bradley was important to her. He and Bob had been nothing but kind to her, welcoming her with open arms and gaining her trust. She wanted to show Bradley just how much he meant to her, and what better way than with a homemade birthday cake? She’d seen Bob bake treats before; it didn’t look too hard, and everyone seemed to light up when he made muffins or other snacks for them.
It was early in the morning, and Bob and Bradley were still asleep as she slipped out and tiptoed into the kitchen. The sun showed no signs of rising yet as she quietly moved around the kitchen and pulled out one of Bob’s cookbooks. She flipped through the pages until she landed on one she liked the look of: a simple white-frosted cake with tiny red hearts covering the whole thing. She set it on the counter and began to read out the ingredients and equipment she’d need, determined to make this the best first birthday with the pair.
As soon as she began gathering ingredients, it was clear this was a bigger job than she’d first expected. Things started to go wrong - flour puffed into the air as she dumped it into the bowl, covering her and the counter from head to toe in white dust. Eggs cracked, half in the bowl and half on the counter, as the gooey contents slipped onto the floor. Sugar spilled from the ripped bag onto the counter, and she even managed to smear butter across her forehead as she wiped a hand across her brow.
Bob’s nose twitched as he woke to the smell of…not cake, but something sweet. His eyes still blurred with sleep. He groaned as he heard the sound of dishes clanking coming from the kitchen. Bradley was awake now too, staring at him with bleary eyes. Only, they were alone in the bedroom, and there was no sign of Pup.
“I’ll go check on her. She probably went to get a snack or drink,” Bob said with a yawn.
He looked at the dresser and saw the time; it was early morning. He leaned over the other man, giving him a gentle kiss. “Happy birthday.”
Bradley chuckled in response, still sleepy as he turned over and began snoring again.
Bob knew it was her in the kitchen, if her absence didn’t tell him, her scent alone gave that away. “Pup?” he called as he made his way down the stairs.
The sight made him stop in his tracks. His kitchen was a disaster zone, and his Pup stood in the middle, a proud grin spread across her face, covered in smudges of flour and butter. He eyed the book next to her, also covered in a mess of flour and who knew what else, and saw the page it was open to.
“Oh, Pup…” His expression softened as he realized what she was attempting to do. He moved closer and let out a small chuckle. She looked adorable.
She looked up at him with what he could only describe as the expression of a child on Mother’s Day morning attempting (and failing) to make breakfast. “I was trying to make Bradley a birthday cake…but I don’t think I’m as good a baker as you…You make it look so easy!”
His heart melted at the sight of her. “It’s okay, Pup. You were trying to do something really nice,” he reassured her. “Why don’t we clean this mess up, and then we can start over again, together?”
Her eyes widened as she practically leaped into his arms, smothering him in kisses and baking ingredients. Bob set her down and moved further into the mess that used to be his kitchen. With his help, the kitchen began to look more like how he’d left it the night before. The counters were wiped down, flour swept up, and eggshells tossed out. He even managed to get the butter and flour off her face and out of her hair, though she still faintly smelled of it. God, he didn’t think he could love her more, but true to her nature, she was always surprising him.
Bob began to measure out the ingredients, handing them to her to place into the bowl. He taught her how to properly crack the eggs (without getting half the shell in the batter) and how to fold in the flour just right. Her enjoyment was clear, and the anxiety Bob had smelled coming off her before slowly dissipated as the cake began to come together.
With the cake in the oven, Pup felt an immense sense of pride. She’d actually helped make a cake. Her first ever birthday cake! She helped Bob make the frosting, intent on getting the shade of red just perfect for her Bradley; he deserved nothing less. Finally, with the cake cooled, it was time to frost it. He did the majority of the work, while Pup watched, eyes wide, almost mesmerized as he worked to smooth the frosting out. She let out a giggle a little too loud for that time of the morning when he smudged a finger of frosting on her nose.
Bob couldn’t help but grin at the level of concentration on her face, her little tongue poking out as she practiced making hearts on a scrap piece of parchment paper before decorating the cake.
“Bradley’s going to love it,” Bob said, smiling down at her and placing a kiss on the crown of her head.
“I hope so,” she replied.
As they heard Bradley stirring upstairs, Pup quickly placed a few birthday candles on top of the cake, and they both stood ready with big grins on their faces.
When Bradley walked into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes, he was met with the sight of his two favorite people in the world standing by the table. The cake stood proudly in front of them, and he could practically see Pup vibrating with excitement.
‘So this is what they’ve been doing…’ he thought to himself.
“Surprise!” Pup shouted, her voice full of joy.
Bradley’s eyes widened, and he let out a deep laugh at her excitement. “What’s all this?”
“Happy birthday!” Pup said proudly. “It’s your birthday cake. I made it…with a little help from Bob.”
He moved towards her, and she practically leaped into his arms, his hands coming to hold her under her legs so she wouldn’t fall. “Thank you, Pup. I love it!” he whispered in her ear and placed a kiss on her cheek.
He looked over her shoulder at Bob and mouthed another thank you. The other man moved closer, resting a hand on Pup’s back where she was still clinging to Bradley, and placed a kiss on his other cheek. “Happy birthday. This was all her idea; I just helped.”
Reluctantly, he set her down as they all gathered around the cake. He’d have all the time to say thank you to them later. Bob lit the candles, and they all watched as Bradley blew them out. He couldn’t have wished for anything better than being surrounded by the pair of them.
#hatm#vivwritesfics#bob floyd#bob floyd fanfic#bob floyd fanfiction#bob floyd fluff#bradley bradshaw#bradley bradshaw fanfic#bradley bradshaw fanfiction#bradley bradshaw fluff#tgm#top gun maverick#bradley bradshaw x bob floyd#rooster#bradley rooster bradshaw#robert bob floyd
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Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs
Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)
Hold Me Close: When Jimin hits a crisis, he enlists the help of his older sister - you - and his best friend, Jungkook, to put the pieces back again. That proves to be difficult when 1) Jimin’s a brat and a certified pain in the ass, and 2) Jungkook has grown and suddenly, you can’t keep your eyes off him. https://ahundredtimesover.tumblr.com/post/648453337697632256/hold-me-close-jjk
This Is How We Break: There are things you prepared for coming back home and that includes seeing your ex-boyfriend, but helping him design his apartment isn’t one of them. From meetings over coffee and lunches with your friends, you both learn more about the time in-between, and what you find out leave you heartbroken, wondering if there’s enough of you left to try to get back what you’d lost. https://ahundredtimesover.tumblr.com/post/657320190385831936/pairing-jungkook-x-f-reader-genretags-exes
Fight For You: Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didn’t expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what he’d been missing all along. https://ahundredtimesover.tumblr.com/post/661180436491419648/fight-for-you-series-masterlist-jjk
The Love After: Every werewolf has a fate, interpreted by Amma and guided by the Moon. In this world, there are 2 Supreme Fates fully determined by Her - serve in the Wolf Warrior Clan or find your True Mate. You and Jungkook have neither. You both lost the loves of your lives to live out their Supreme Fates and it’s why you both hold resentment towards the mating system. Until the Ceremony happens and you and Jungkook are fated to each other, connected only by heartbreak, pain, and the long lost belief that you could ever love again. https://ahundredtimesover.tumblr.com/post/673101365194670080/pairing-jungkook-x-f-reader-exyoongi-x
A Still Day Or A Hurricane: Driven by your perfectionist attitude and need to have everything in order, you planned that by age 30, you’d have made junior partner, bought your own apartment, and have children. You achieved them, of course, and while the last bit required you to take matters into your own hands - no thanks to your ex-boyfriend who dumped you but to your best friend who directed you to a fertility clinic - you’re now a 31-year old who pretty much has her life under control. You’re ready to raise your child on your own, that is, until the 20-something pastry chef flirts his way into your heart, messing up the perfect little life you worked so hard to have for yourself. https://ahundredtimesover.tumblr.com/post/680695455254020096/pairing-jungkook-x-f-reader-genretags-single
Reading Between The Lines: You're an art student beginning your final year at university, and the assigned partner for your thesis project? Much to your dismay, it's Jeon Jungkook. You don't like him — he doesn't seem to try very hard, and besides, he's on the soccer team, and you don't really get along with athletes. Thanks to a lack of available models and a shortage of studio space, you end up spending a large portion of your semester locked in a tiny closet with Jungkook, where you eventually discover he's nothing at all like you originally thought. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21625915
Angels Like You: Show up and dance, that’s what you expected to happen on another insipid Saturday evening that was stolen by your college, what you didn’t expect was a dance partner who was chosen for you without your knowledge. https://aquagustd.tumblr.com/post/663412356477501440/show-up-and-dance-thats-what-you-expected-to
Hysterics: The beaked masks had once signaled to the people the presence of a doctor walking amongst them, offering what help they could as the Black Death ravished town after town. A few decades later, they had been repurposed. Behind the mask the man was still a doctor, only now the services he offered were of an entirely different variety. https://archiveofourown.org/works/37244452
Strike Three: When discipline and chaos meet, one will always rise to the top. Bodyguard JK au. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17298917
#bts jeon jungkook fanfic#jungkook fic recs#jungkook imagines#jungkook fanfic#jungkook smut#jungkook fanfics#jungkook fic#bts jungkook#jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook x oc#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x you#bts fanfic#bts jungkook fanfic#bts fic recs#bts smut#bts imagines
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Skz as Mythical creatures
Bang Chan - Werewolf. There's nothing to question here about this. Man literally gives so much wolf vibes that writers on Tumblr use wolf memes for his smaus. But also werewolves have been used throughout history to provide a sense of wisdom combined with misinterpretation. Wisdom, in the form of living and going through so much in their moon drunk lives. And like is that not Chan?
Lee Minho: A warlock. Warlocks are basically wizards who get their magic from evil sources. They conjure magic called 'blue magic' aka evil magic from shady sources and repay that debt with their own blood. They have been known to help people from time to time but only the people who need it the most, like a raped woman who no one believes. Oh also they are known to have cats as their companions! And they live very secluded lives usually in forests and grow mushrooms. My brain is dying thinking about evil warlock Minho cause my standards are so fucked up
Seo Changbin: A dragon. Listen LISTEN TO ME. I chose a dragon for Changbin, because they have many myths of false appearance. When I first got into skz, I really though our Binnie was the most serious person in this group. But then I saw how those hips moved, and I was like 'oh so he's Barbie and Shakira combined and put into one man'. Dragons are known as fierce creatures who protect the gold that they hoard and destroy villages, but how much of that is true? Mostly they do it to protect themselves and the gold which they have rightfully earned. Also they are extremely loyal and friendly once you understand them and don't harm their loved ones (yes even dragons have loved ones)
Hwang Hyunjin: Selkie. Selkies are basically mermaids, who originate from Scotish folk tales (trust me they are VERY popular here). They turn into seals in water and turn back into human if daylight or moonlight touches them, Aka if they come on land. They are very dual creatures, being pretty and kind to most humans, especially women, but they can also be the most savage beasts when it comes to men who have corrupted for their own pleasure. Their siren songs are very captivating and they are known to make art out of conch shells.
Han Jisung: A shapeshifter. Han Jisung is truly a puzzle. Like man could be intense babygirling one moment and then two seconds later literally kill all of us with wavy hair, sweaty face and those fingers playing the guitar finger kink go brr. Jisung is more fitting to the shapeshifter brand when you realise that the humans who used to be good at doing everything and not crack under intense pressure were awarded this shapeshifting power by the Gods. So yeah our fourth gen ace would definetly be a shapeshifter.
Lee Felix: A fairy. Need I explain anything? Need I even write an entire essay about this? (Already wrote it but fine). He would definitely be a healing fairy. Like he would whip up medicines and hide them in his delicious brownies to trick unwilling children into taking them (MY HEART IS TOO WEAK FOR FELIX HANDING OUT BROWNIES). He would def live in the woods in like a tiny cottage, which is decorated with creepers and vines and soft moss, where he rests his pretty wings, excuse me I need to write something on this.
Kim Seungmin: A nymph. Nymphs are actually more powerful than they are portrayed nowadays. Many of them were sons and daughters of river or tree Gods and they used to possess the quality of being able to fic someone in a trance with their voices. LIKE HELLO? MR KIM SEUNGMIN WITH THAT GOLDEN VOICE? Also they were known to be mischievous, always teasing pixies and fairies and taunting beings older than them. (I am not making this up yet legit used to taunt old trees for being so old and wise because nymphs never used to age or they would age VERY slowly)
Yang Jeongin: A vampire. Alexa play Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo please. I mean dude's literally immortal I'm telling you. He looks LIKE THE SAME PERSON EVEN WHEN HE WAS A CHILD LIKE HOW? If y'all look at me, I look like a completely different person from when I was a kid. And also there's something about our baby bread that just screams vampire vibes. Like he would totally live in a castle all alone, drinking blood and having foxes as pets.
#skz#stray kids#skz headcanons#stray kids headcanons#Bang chan#lee know#changbin#hyunjin#han#felix#Seungmin#i.n#Bang Christopher Chan#lee minho#seo changbin#hwang hyunjin#han jisung#lee felix yongbok#kim Seungmin#yang jeongin#mythology#mythological creatures#i was bored so here ya go#my oneshots in the notes app are looking at me VERY angrily#I'LL WRITE THEM LATER OK?#bye bye now
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So I Turned Myself to Face Me
penelope werewolf au, part three (one, two)
“For the first several months I was so tired all the time, but my first season had scarcely begun, so I decided I was just worn out from all the excitement and endless luncheons and dances. It can be fun, even when you've been pushed to the edges, but it truly is work.” She pounds her fist into the cushion next to her. “I told Mama it was too early for my debut, practically begged her for one more year of freedom. Well, freedom ended up finding me, didn't it?”
Eloise leans in closer. “What does it feel like to change, to break free of the cage of yourself.”
Penelope rolls her eyes just a tiny bit. “Do try not to romanticize it. That fatigue was the change at first, while the real work was done just under the surface, where no one could see. My organs had to rearrange themselves, pumping blood faster, making sure I could hear and smell correctly when the time came. And then one morning I woke to find dirt caked to my feet, and the next day, and the next. I bet you can guess what the nights before had been.”
“The full moon! But you still didn't know?”
“No, I couldn't remember anything at all, but my body knew what to do and where to take us. Wolf Penelope was even kind enough to fold my nightdress before transforming so I wouldn't have to explain why it was ruined, but she never thought to leave a note for me. I thought I might be losing my mind, El, really I did.”
“Are you and... the wolf... really so different from each other? Surely you're parts of the same person?”
“Now we are, yes, but I had to know she was there to be a part of me in the first place. It was Marina Thompson – Lady Crane, now – who figured out what was happening to me. We were quickly becoming friends and I knew I could trust in her secrecy. I wondered for a bit if her condition really was contagious but she laughed in my face and said I'd know if I were with child. And then she listened to my symptoms and said they sounded familiar.”
“Is Marina also a werewolf, then?”
“No, but it seems to be more common in the country, or at least less of a secret. It's not so much that they're wilder there, but they're accustomed to wildness and know that wildness alone does not make something a threat, and some threats you just have to learn to live with. So every farmer has a few sheep set aside in case it's their month, and the county squire has funds to pay back the damage. No one needs to get shot in the paw, and no one needs to know who was prowling the night. There's just more space to be who you are, and heavens above, space to run, it's wonderful!” Penelope scoffs at herself. “Now look who's romanticizing a freedom that isn't quite so simple.”
“There's nothing wrong with demanding the space you're owed,” Eloise insists. “Even if that means you expect more than the world can deliver – that's the first step in changing the world.”
“That may be so,” she says with a fond smile. Oh her dear friend, always fighting to change the world whether it's ready or not, what would Penelope do without her? “Marina did make space for me then, a space away from my sisters, away from citrus colors. With her I could just take the time to meet myself anew. She taught me some exercises that her beau George had used to remember that he was still human even under the fur. I think helping me was a way for her to feel close to him after he stopped writing, but sometimes she sent me away because my auburn fur just reminded her I wasn't George. We took a break during the new moon, and kept practicing control, so after another fortnight I saw through the wolf's eyes even when the moon was at its strongest, so I could curl up on the floor if I wanted.”
“Did you? It seems an awful waste!”
“There's three days of the full moon, when I don't have a choice but to change, and that first night, when I knew I would remember, I had to stay in my room. I had to know I could do it. The next day I did go out to join the revels. It's always such a joy when a new monster girl is welcomed to the fold – they make her feel like a queen.”
“Revels, how exciting! Did you get drunk? Does it take a different sort of spirits for a werewolf to get drunk? Oh, who else was there?”
Penelope's frown is instant. “Now that's a question you don't ask. Our very survival depends on recognizing each other by subtle signs, but also on no one knowing who all the others are, and we don't just tell outsiders.”
“Pen, you've known me for years!”
“Yes, but this isn't one of our espionage games from when we were girls. I trust you, El, I do, but for this one thing you'll have to earn my trust all over again.”
#bridgerton#penelope featherington#eloise bridgerton#penelope werewolf au#this verse will need an actual title soon but this will do for now#my writing
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From the fanfic end of year asks:
most memorable comment/review
fics you wanted to write but didn’t
Hi, @millinerswings. Thank you for the ask!
Most Memorable comment/review:
Oh man, I had a few of them this year. One that made me laugh toward the beginning of the year was this one:
“Ah, hell. Somebody go get me a damn drink.”
I think this is my new favourite last line
(by skupachk on The Afterburn ch 6)
The reason it made me laugh is because I agonized over that chapter and what the last line of it should be and then this line came to me and I was like, absolutely perfect, lol
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A more recent memorable comment/review was this one by KeyUm on Yoda Said It Best:
This was so much stress! I couldn’t stand the back and forth between them. I laughed I cried and definitely cursed. I loved it so much. I am so happy they got their happy ending. Didn’t quit believe these too douches get there. Really great work. I fell in love.
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I love hearing that I was able to invoke different emotions during a reader's story consumption. That tells me I did my job with the characters and the story.
Fics I wanted to write but didn't:
A WING AND A PRAYER
All I have for this is a working summary and a tentative title, but this is one I didn't write this year:
After a feral werewolf decimates the pack of a tiny town, FBI Special Agent Stiles Stilinski discovers a lone baby hidden in some underbrush. Since his fellow agents know nothing about the supernatural—or about werewolves—he immediately conceals his discovery and hurriedly takes an extended leave of absence from the bureau. Then he drives back to Beacon Hills, the last place he wants to be, to seek help from the one werewolf he never thought to see again.
Newly re-minted Alpha Derek Hale knows next-to-nothing about babies, but once he gets his first glimpse of the cute golden-eyed werewolf blinking up at him from a brand-new baby carrier, he vows to do whatever it takes to protect them. Which means, for the foreseeable future, he and Stiles will have to share space—with a baby.
DJ DEREK
I don't have anything for this one beyond an idea of Derek working as a DJ when he first meets Stiles at some kind of party, club, or wedding reception and the two become enamored with each other.
REVENGE FIC
Nothing for this one beyond this basic premise: Derek Hale spent years waiting for the day he could avenge his family. He never expected his revenge to come in the form of his enemy's son that has no idea who he is when he steps inside Derek’s auto garage. Making the guy fall in love with him is child's play, but falling in love with him in return? That's just asking for trouble...the kind from which Derek knows he might not make it back.
BARDO FIC
This is another one in my idea folder this year that I didn't get around to writing. But I have a basic premise for it:
Ever since the Nogitsune returned to Beacon Hills to cause havoc in the lives of his loved ones, FBI Special Agent of Supernatural Intelligence Stiles Stilinski has dreamed of a red-eyed Derek Hale. But what does it mean? And why does it keep happening to him of all people?
Essentially, Derek is trying to communicate with Stiles, the only one who has ever believed in him and strived to keep him alive. He knows that, if anyone can help him get out of the mess that he’s in, it will be Stiles, but first, he needs to convince the idiot he is real and in need of his help.
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X-Men Abridged 1985: Adventures in Asgard
The X-Men, those Asgardian mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!
(X-Men & Alpha Flight 1 - 2, New Mutants Annual ‘85, Uncanny X-Men ‘85 ) - by Chris Claremont and Paul Smith, Bob Wiacek, Arthur Adams
Yes, you see that correctly. That little falcon has a teeny-tiny mohawk on its tiny-teeny bird head, because comics are ridiculous. (New Mutants Annual ‘85)
You know what would really spice up the X-Men? To let them visit the most boring part of the Marvel Universe: Asgard!
As said before, for the Uncanny X-Men, 1985 has been a disjointed year. This was not helped by a sort of interlocking plotline that spread throughout one limited series and two annuals, all of them tied together by the presence of Loki. So that’s what we’re doing: we’re going to cover the reason why Loki takes a special interest in our merry mutants (Alpha Flight & X-Men Limited Series 1 and 2) and what happens when they are whisked away to Asgard. (New Mutants Annual ‘85 and Uncanny X-Men Annual ‘85.)
If you’re super-duper not into the Thor-part of the Marvel Universe, you can skip this one. All we really need to know, continuity-wise, is that Danielle Moonstar somehow becomes a Valkyrie and adopts a pegasus. If you’re not deterred, well…
Because this storyline deals with three superteams, the cast is absolutely huge. Hold onto your butts!
The Uncanny X-Men:
Cyclops: Scott Summers, red eyebeams. Currently on sabbatical to enjoy married life with his wife. Enjoy him while you can, because there will be massive character derailment coming up soon.
Madelyne Pryor. Cyclops’ wife. Bears an uncanny resemblance to his deceased girlfriend, Jean Grey, but I’m sure that’s just a coincidence.
Storm: Ororo Munroe, currently depowered. Is on a spiritual journey to find herself.
Wolverine: Logan. Clawed ball of anger.
Colossus: Piotr Rasputin. Russian tin man. Cuddly communist.
Nightcrawler: Kurt Wagner. Fuzzy demonic elf. Bae.
Shadowcat: Kitty Pryde. Phasing powers. The one teenager on the adult squad.
Rogue. Former villain, current flying brick. Steals powers and memories with a touch. Also bae.
Rachel Summers. Jean and Scott’s child from a future-that-never-was. Has yet to tell him this. Telepath. A little dramatic, even for an X-Man.
Professor Xavier. Telepath with boundary issues. The original dreamer and mentor to the X-Men and the New Mutants.
The New Mutants:
Psyche: Danielle Moonstar. Cheyenne, illusionist. About to have her backstory needlessly complicated.
Cannonball: Sam Guthrie. Human… well, you can figure that out. Good old boy.
Sunspot: Roberto daCosta. Fiery ball of anger.
Wolfsbane: Rahne Sinclair. Scottish werewolf who hates her human side and loves her wolf side.
Magma: Amara Aquila. Lava girl from not-so-Ancient-Rome.
Magik. Illyana Rasputin. Teleporter, demonic sorcerer and ruler of an infernal dimension. Has the most impressive resumé out of these young ones, also Colossus’ younger sister.
Cypher. Douglas Ramsey. Innate linguist. Cutie, perhaps not suited for the life of a superhero, but is just so very excited.
Warlock. Robot alien that can change shape. Pacifist born to a warrior race. Class clown.
Karma. Xi’an Coy Manh. Telepath that got possessed by a villain for a good long time, recently returned to the fold.
Alpha Flight:
Shaman: Michael Twoyoungmen. Chirurg turned sorcerer. V. man of science/man of faith.
Snowbird: Narya. Canadian half-goddess. Cool as fuck.
Heather McNeil: wife of the late Vindicator (ugh!), soon to be the next Vindicator. Leads Alpha Flight despite being human.
Puck: Eugene Judd. Tiny rubber ball man.
Sasquatch: Walter Langkowski. Canadian werebeast who loves his human side and Aurora’s human side.
Aurora. Mutant. Superspeed and supersparkle powers with her twin. Has a ‘split personality’, as written by someone who has no idea what that means. One side of her has access to her mutant powers and is fun, outgoing and flirty; the other is an introverted school teacher. The latter hates the former.
Northstar. Twin of the above. Superquebecois. Still kind of stuck in the closet, in a time where even the existence of the closet was vehemently denied.
Talisman. Elizabeth Twoyoungmen. Daughter of; magical conduit.
THEY UPPED THE LIMIT FOR PICTURES I CAN HAVE MORE THAN TEN PICTURES?!?
Madelyne and Scott are flying a crew of scientists over Canada, since Scott is trying his hand at being a regular non-X-Man person. They’re caught in a freak storm that Scott recognizes, because when you hang around Storm for long enough, you become a bit of a meteorologist yourself.
While I have full faith in Madelyne as a pilot, I'm still not sure it's wise to make Scott your co-pilot, since those ruby quartz glasses mean he’s essentially colour blind. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)
Half a continent away, the mayday is received by the X-Men. It causes Rachel to go haywire, because what if her dad dies and she never told him that she’s actually daughter? (There is actually an easy solution to that, but whatever.) Due diligence is for dummies, so she immediately goes on the attack.
Just as Snowbird arrives in the Alpha Flight headquarters to deliver some Grave Tidings©, Rachel arrives and easily mops the floor with Snowbird, Shaman and Heather, wife of the recently deceased Guardian/Vindicator. (A character I only know to be an asshole. Northstar tends to hate him, so I will do so too.) Aurora tries to turn the tide but…
Either Claremont wrote Rachel to be a grade A bitch here, or he has no idea how to write DID. Or both. Either way, not a great look for either of them. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)
Like Legion, Aurora has an interesting (if problematic) history in regards to her disorder and mental health. Unlike Legion, who has been allowed to flourish as a character since his inception and whose autism evolved together with our society’s understanding of it, Aurora tends to be defined almost solely by her dissociative identity disorder, which doctors these days aren’t sure even exists. While her history of abuse in a Catholic orphanage rings painfully real, the way her character tends to be portrayed as a vehicle for DID and little else is a disservice to such a promising character. (Read more here.) I’m glad that these days, she’s getting some love and agency in X-Factor and Marauders. (Even though I don’t understand one iota of the current Marauders run, but what the hey.)
Anyway, while I don’t love what Rachel is doing to Aurora here, I do feel that her mopping the floor with half of Alpha Flight is correct. Rogue swoops in after her to clean up the stragglers and she deals with Northstar by kissing him.
Hmmm. I wonder what secrets she possibly could have plucked from his head?
Anyway, after Rachel has calmed down, Shaman explains he had nothing to do with the freak storm and Xavier has been a hypocrite, the groups decide to join forces and find Scott, Madelyne and the missing crew. Let’s go, telepathy!
We then cut to Loki petitioning some shady old gods for power. However, in order to win their boon, he must give humanity a gift. A proper gift, freely given and willingly accepted. Hmmmm…
The X-Men and Alpha Flight fly off to a desolate mountain range – Kurt gets to wear a dashing hat! Jean-Paul and Rogue scout ahead and bond, which is my favorite character beat in this story. The two biggest misfits of these teams, it makes sense that they would be able to relate.
If only this had not been a case of Incompatible Orientation, perhaps some other French-speaking outcast mutant could have stolen Rogue’s heart. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)
In a field that is way too verdant for how high up they are, they stumble into a mysterious castle where they are greeted by Scott. He tells them everything is better than fine. They’re forced to believe him, because they can look him straight in his baby-blues! Scott is cured and can control his eyebeams!
See, all humans on board of the aircraft got imbued with super powers! Madelyne got transformed into Anodyne, and another into Cornucopia, capable of creating food, and others into evocative names like Lord of the Plants and Pathfinder. Madelyne immediately sets to work, curing Puck.
I don´t know if Madelyne´s powers made her taller or if she always was the size of a baby giraffe, but damn. Goblyn Queen got legs. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)
Madelyne also cures Rogue, although it’s a little unclear if her mutant powers are removed or if she can just control them. In any case, what follows is another cute moment between Jean-Paul and Rogue, where he willingly offers himself up as a guinea-pig for her to test her lack of powers on. She knows how much of a sacrifice that is for him, potentially opening up like that, and yet he follows through anyway.
It's adorable and I wonder if there´s such a thing as shipping but for friends, because I’m hardcore shipping Rogue/Northstar right about now.
Xavier pulls his usual bullshit when he reveals publicly that he senses another mind in Madelyne, forcing her to admit that she’s pregnant. (Boundaries, of course, only apply to people other than Professor X. God, sometimes you just want to bash him in his spherical head.)
Don’t run away, Rachel! This is the perfect soap opera-esque moment to scream out that you are the daughter they will never have! (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)
Did… did the eighties really have leg warmers that came up all the way to your thighs?
While Kitty and Talisman follow Rachel after her self-imposed time-out, a powerless Heather takes a little dip in the magical fountain and gains powers (the aforementioned Pathfinder). At the same time, Shaman’s magical pouch gravely injures its owner, seemingly turning against him. What is going on?
Talisman and Kitty follow Rachel and discover an ancient Viking village hidden underneath the tundra. There, they try to talk the redheaded stepchild from the ledge: Rachel is out of her wits, realizing that her father getting a boy means that she will never exist. Kitty points out the inherent paradox in that statement, but then the village starts to collapse. They flee, but Kitty deduces someone is trying to hide something from her. She’s beginning to doubt this utopia.
When they return, they bear witness to Madelyne burning out Wolverine’s berserker rage. Kitty points out that she wouldn’t have survived Ogun without Logan’s berserker side, which is a fair point. (When does it stop being a cure and start being a catch-all for everything in the world you don’t like? Also, I bet she’s aching to get her hands on Aurora…) Kitty then presses that Wolverine go check on Snowbird, who is withering away. Wolverine, who is besties with Narya (who wouldn’t be? She’s arguably the best member of Alpha Flight), thinks that it isn’t a coincidence that both Shaman and Snowbird – magical creatures – are affected. Maybe there’s something rotten in paradise, after all.
Rogue, on the other hand, is enjoying the fuck out of it.
I don’t blame you, Rogue. I would also pick the haughty Quebecois over any of the other bozos on this trip. (Kurt’s the sole exemption, but you two are sort of related.) (X-Men and Alpha Flight 2)
Wolverine crashes the party and reveals that this utopia has a steep price: the extinguishing of all magic and their magical friends. (Which is an odd way to describe Snowbird, but in some ways, you could view her as a magical woodland creature. In any case.) The group splits down the middle, with most X-Men taking the stance that an utopia can’t be bought in blood and and most Alpha Flighters agreeing that the ends justify the means. (Yes, they are the worst.) Interestingly, Rogue, Cyclops and Northstar side with the X-Men, while Colossus, Rachel and Madelyne side with the Alphans.
You’d think this rift would maybe amount to something, but it’s quickly under rug swept. Sad. They could have done a Superhero Exchange Program and swapped Colossus in for Northstar.
Anyway, the obligatory fight erupts, until a few of the people on the Alphans side realize they’ve also been rendered creatively sterile. (The cook-turned-Cornucopia can’t think of new recipes, the architect-turned-Master Builder can’t dream up new buildings, etc.) That’s when Loki appears, all: “nbd, you’ll be as gods!” When the superpowered humans disagree – killing all magic is fine, but they draw the line at being robbed of their imagination – Loki gets angry and tries to force these ungrateful wretches to accept his gift.
That doesn’t go well for him.
They Who Live Above: “Swear you won’t harm these people! Swear on the dad you hate!” Loki: “...kay.” (X-Men and Alpha Flight 2)
Loki reverses everything, because Status-Quo is quite literally God, and Madelyne is stripped of her powers and Rogue and Cyclops are back to being not in control of their powers again. Also, Rachel still doesn’t tell Cyclops he’s actually her dad, so Loki’s new vendetta against the X-Men is literally the only thing of consequence in this godawful crossover.
Well, other than Kurt’s snazzy hat. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)
Loki’s vendetta carries us through to the New Mutants Annual, where the Lord of Lies is admiring Ororo through a mystical TiVo. He wonders what she would do to get her powers back and orders the Enchantress to fetch him Ororo.
After rescuing Karma from being possessed by the Shadow King, Ororo and the New Mutants end up on a Greek island to take a deserved holiday. While all of the New Mutants are hanging out on the beach, Karma is hiding out inside, afraid to face the world. Not only does she have to deal with all the evil things the Shadow King did while using her body, she also has to deal with the way the Shadow King abused her body.
While it’s not the tac I would’ve chosen, you could do a worse “reason to live” than spite. (New Mutants Special ‘85)
There’s an opportunity here for a storyline, one where Karma either has to work hard to go back to where she was or has to work hard to accept her new self. How cool would it be to have a fat superhero in a comic populated by people with idealized bodies? That’s not what we’ll be getting: instead, Karma will be shedding the extra pounds quicker than she did the Shadow King: I think it’s gone before the end of the issue.
Not begrudging anyone their body, thin or thick, but I do resent the implication that she was only fat because she was possessed by evil.
Anyway, all the skinny New Mutants are at the beach and Warlock is trying on bathing suits for size.
Warlock is reenacting that video where the model dresses in swimwear through the ages, going from the swimsuits of the 30’s to the oversized shorts of the 90’s to (hopefully) the men’s swimwear of 2023. (New Mutants Special ‘85)
Then, a cloud of darkness whisks them away to Asgard! Loki gives Ororo an avian makeover while he scatters the New Mutants, who go off on their own little side quests. Seriously, check them out, it’s like a DM took a chance on a Random Make-Your-Own-Adventure table.
Magik gets chained to a rock while the Enchantress, Loki’s sexy crony, tries to tempt out her wicked side.
Karma gets stuck in a desert and saves a kid from a Shai-Hulud. Apparently, a grueling trek through an inhospitable landscape is just the regimen she needed, because this is how she gets skinny again (fully off-panel).
Cypher becomes a serf in a mead hall. Next!
Wolfsbane falls in love with a wolf prince but then runs away from him, afraid of her feelings. It’s very furry avant la lettre.
Warlock breaks out of Hel and goes off to find his friends.
Roberto becomes embroiled in a bar inn brawl and is then hired as a glorified security guard. He’s treated as a big strong hero and is not-so-secretly loving it.
Magma is adopted by the fae, who get her drunk on their mead. This turns her into a pointy-eared fae as well. Whoops!
Cannonball saves a wench from dwarves and gets promptly adopted by them. His last name does not become Ironfoundersson.
Danielle saves a pegasus, rolls a natural twenty on her Wild Empathy check and adopts it. She names it Brightwind, not understanding that mounting her My Little Pony means she’s become a Valkyrie. Whoops!
Never figured that Danielle Moonstar, of all people, would become a horse girl. (New Mutants Special ‘85)
Loki orders the dwarves to make him a new hammer for a new thunder god. He’s barely gone before they start gossipping, saying his new falcon familiar is an enchanted one. Sam quickly deduces that it had to be Storm, because of the interesting colouring of the falcon’s feathers. (Not the MOHAWK? dafuqyousay)
The Enchantress manages to distill Magik’s Darkchylde out of Illyana and sends her out into Asgard. Evilyanna manages to recruit Wolfsbane, Sunspot and a fae-corrupted Magma, while Warlock (the only one who’s got his eyes on the plot) saves Doug and picks up Karma, Dani and Sam. The group then finally reunites and Karma makes quick work of the Enchantress’ hold on Illyana. In retribution, Magik sends a manacled Enchantress to Limbo as a gift to S’ym. (S’ym is not to harm her, which sidesteps some unfortunate implications. Phew!)
Sam cautions them to get the X-Men, but since they all have unfinished business on Asgard and want to screw things up for themselves, the New Mutants decide to save Ororo all on their own! Claremont thinks differently, however, deciding to add yet another team to this already bloated cast.
See, apparently, Kitty and Illyana now have a psychic link, despite neither of them being telepathically inclined. Kitty dreams of Asgard and sees a Thorified Storm fighting the Darkchylde, because apparently this connection is interdimensional! This is enough to convince the X-Men to go to Asgard and save the New Mutants! And they will travel to this otherworldly realm using the magical thunderbolts that some C-lister villain left behind three annuals ago!
Yeah, Claremont is definitely taking a few narrative shortcuts here. But who cares! It’s time to suit up!
This is about the least subtle DUN DUN DUN I’ve ever seen, and I watch daytime soap operas. Oh, Maddie. (X-Men Annual ‘85)
While I get that the Phoenix makes for a cool style guide, Rachel, you’re kind of dressing as the thing that killed Cyclops’ wife. And even if he’s not on the team, you’re also kind of dressed as the thing that killed Wolverine and Colossus’ friend, so…
Like I said, narrative shortcuts.
Also, we’re at the point where Rachel told the X-Men Cyclops is her dad, but not Cyclops himself. Cyclops, on the other hand, suspects but is unwilling to ask. ffs
In the grand style of villains everywhere, Loki reveals his masterplan to his pet bird: he plans to groom her as the new God of Thunder, replacing Thor and making him the ruler of Asgard! Evil! Feminist, but evil. He also reveals Storm is under his magical thrall: for example, he is turning her desire to get her powers back against her. Meanwhile, the New Mutants are following Loki until he suddenly shoots them down! (It doesn’t help that they’re riding in Warlock, who’s transformed in an airplane, which are decidedly not native to Asgard.) Once again, the New Mutants are split up. Most importantly, Douglas and Warlock are separated from the rest and they use that opportunity to have sex for the first time.
There is (once again) no heterosexual explanation for this. (X-Men Annual ‘85)
The X-Men, meanwhile, save the wolf prince that’s simply smitten with Rahne from some trolls. As Hela comes to collect the souls of the trolls, she commends Phoenix for being the new, well, Phoenix! (Which is perhaps a clue that your choice is slightly problematic.) The wolf admits to tracking Rahne and the X-Men follow him until they run into the City of Asgard. Here, they split up: Kitty, Rachel and Wolverine infiltrate the city while Rogue, Nightcrawler and Cyclops follow the wolf. But first… Rogue gets them some outfits, so they can blend in.
I’m assuming Rogue raided either a temple or a brothel. (X-Men Annual ‘85)
In the City, these three reunite with Roberto, who does not want to go home. He is blinded by the glory of being a beloved hero in Asgard, plus he’s on the outs with his parents, especially his dad. Wolverine’s pep-talk is interrupted by aggressive rock trolls and though they emerge victorious from this battle – thanks in part because of the melded Douglas/Warlock – Wolverine ends up horribly poisoned! Oh no! (This was before Wolverine’s healing factor gave him basic immortality, so there’s actual stakes.)
The other three chase the wolf and run into Rahne, Karma and Illyana, just as she’s doing a locator spell on Loki. (My God, this recap would be six times shorters if all these people just fucking stuck together in cohesive groups.) Loki plays a reverse Uno, using Magik’s spell to teleport to them and, together with an enthralled Storm, he captures them all.
Dani, meanwhile, sees a death omen around Wolverine and finally realizes she’s a Valkyrie. Don’t look a winged horse in the mouth, etc.
Loki throws a banquet to commemorate the deification of Storm! That’s when the X-Men and the New Mutants attack! (All of them! Some are disguised as Vikings; the others just escaped from Loki’s cell.) Despite the X-Men trying to stop her, Storm still grabs Loki’s big hammer.
Fair’s fair, this would have been a great way for Claremont to give Storm her powers back. Besides, this look is dope enough to warrant a shift in status-quo. (X-Men Annual ‘85)
Wolverine begs Storm to see reason, but then he keels over due to the poison. Hel, always a professional, appears, comes to claim Logan’s soul. This causes Storm to snap out of her enthrallment and together with Phoenix, Cyclops, Dani and Dani’s new sisters, they chase off Hel and Wolverine survives.
Kitty, meanwhile, indulges in her favourite hobby: shouting at people in authority. She tells Loki off, informing him that he can’t hope to stop them all. What’s worse, they’ll spread the truth about Loki’s perfidy throughout Asgard – which, if my Norse mythology serves me well, they should already be aware of, but whatever – which will endanger his plans of Asgardian domination.
Loki, who’s finally had enough of this storyline – as have I – relents and gives them one rule: either they all go, or none of them go. And they have to forfeit everything they got in this land, including Rahne’s wolf lover (aw!) and Amara’s elf form (yay!). In order to prevent this storyline from being completely useless, Karma keeps her physique and Dani keeps her new horse. Yeah, even Loki doesn’t give a fuck anymore about the rules he established two panels ago.
He offers Storm godhood one last time and this time, at her full wits, she denies him again. She’d love to fly again, but not at the expense of helping Loki. (It’s a nice narrative trick, because at this point, the audience is also rooting for Storm to get her powers back and this would be the perfect way to do so.)
Loki falls in love with Storm because she tells him no, presumably providing some keen insight into the hearts of men both mortal and divine, and then clicks his heels three times to send them home. They disappear and this finally, finally, ends Loki’s interest in our merry mutants.
DONE!
Fine, two more highlights. Here’s Warlock saving the day as the Enterprise:
And here’s Warlock, proving he’s watched more Star Trek than Vikings:
My God, this plotline dragged on so long, it took me a year to write this.
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Jacob & Coco Across the Universe (Post-Canon Collector AU): Episode Masterlist
I mentally imagine “Jacob & Coco Across the Universe” being told in the form of episodes of a show, which is why I will be formatting this story like it is made up of episodes. This is why I decided to make a masterpost outlining each episode in the AU and their basic premise (though more episodes will be added to said post over time). Each individual episode will also have its own separate post outlining it in its entirety. Once I post said episode, I will add a link to it in my full outline. I may post episodes out of order, which is why it’s best to just look at the masterpost listing each episode in order. This is that post.
Season 1:
Episode 1: A Loner and a Loser (working title)
This is basically the episode I outlined in the premise for the story. We are introduced to Coco and Jacob and their respective situations, they both end up on a planet together, and they decide to travel together. That’s pretty much it.
Can I Help?
Coco, who is trying to figure out how to be a better friend, offers to help Jacob out around the spaceship. Unfortunately, Jacob quickly realizes he doesn’t really like children, and as ancient as they are, Coco is still very much a child.
Planet of Vines
Just a little simple episode to help Coco and Jacob get to know each other better. The first planet the two land on is a planet of absolute thick tropical jungle mayhem.
Corona
The pair of travelers crash land in a kingdom known as Corona. There, they manage to get the assistant of a young engineer known as Varian. Whilst helping him fix the ship, Coco learns a few bits of advice on feelings of betrayal and how to not let them control you. Meanwhile, Jacob hears whispers of a werewolf living in Corona, and his monster hunting instincts kick in.
Gas Station
After learning that the crystal needs recharging, Jacob and Coco decide to stop at an intergalactic gas station, and shenanigans ensue.
Equestria
On a tourist map they found in the gas station, Coco spots an ad for a land called Equestria, where anyone can learn about the magical potential of friendship. The two decide to travel there so Coco can properly begin their quest to learn about things like friendship, and there, he meets an unexpected person, whilst Jacob has a small nervous breakdown in the background.
Checkers
Jacob and Coco decide to play a game of checkers, and things get a little intense.
Amphibia
Having heard whispers about the beautiful (yet chaotic) land of Amphibia, Coco suggests they go to one of the planet’s humble villages, and whilst there, they learn that Jacob isn’t the first human to have come to their little planet.
Where Are You From?
After leaving Amphibia, Coco becomes curious about Jacob’s origins. Sure, they know that their human companion is from Earth (a lovely round planet), but where on Earth is he from? What’s his deal? What’s his history? So Coco asks, and Jacob gives a very chaotic explanation of his life story.
Voltron
“Well. This is unexpected.” Jacob and Coco find themselves in the middle of a battle between the universe’s legendary defenders and an evil empire! Both of them get a little too excited.
Special
Jacob suspects there is more to Coco than meets the eye. Coco finally confesses their power levels.
Had an idea for this episode, then ended up taking the Voltron episode in a very different direction than initially intended, basically making this episode pointless. And some of the later episodes basically fill a similar role to this one. So I might cut “Special” completely.
Race Around the Moon
After landing on a planet where racing is everything, Jacob decides to compete in a local homemade-spaceship flying race for fame and glory. Unfortunately, the competition is not afraid to use unsavory methods to win.
It’s Dark
A small accident leaves Coco stranded in space, and he starts to panic. After rescuing the little celestial, Jacob learns a tiny bit about the kid’s history.
Spooky Stories
Fluff with a bit of angst. Jacob and Coco basically tell each other spooky stories in the dark.
Clones
Coco and Jacob meet a squad of clones whilst running from some Separatist soldiers, and they decide to help the group out.
Siblings
Meeting the clones makes Jacob and Coco each reflect on their own strained sibling relationships.
Game of Pretend
Coco wants to play pretend! Unfortunately, they are still learning about boundaries and respecting others, so things take a sudden turn for the worse when Coco temporarily turns Jacob into a puppet.
Spider Snake Speeder
The people who’ve been stalking Jacob and Coco finally decide to strike. This is how we meet Worm and Lacta.
Splendorious
With Coco’s quickly dwindling powers, Jacob is forced to take them to a magic-filled land known as Splendorious, where the celestial can hopefully recharge and recover their powers. But bad luck strikes again when a misunderstanding causes a group of magical warriors to go hunting after Coco. And worst of all, Jacob is helping them!
Creepy Kid
After the incident in Splendorious, Coco and Jacob talk as they recover.
Call and Response
The bounty hunters are catching up to the duo, and a confrontation begins.
Can You Hear Me?
Having lost contact with Coco in the middle of the battle, Jacob is forced to wait, and he reflects upon his current relationship with the kid.
Evasive Maneuvers!
Reunited, the traveling duo try to find a way to outrun their pursuers. Looks like it’s time for some evasive maneuvers.
Season 2:
Steven
After crash landing on a strange planet at the end of season 1, Coco and Jacob run into a young human(?) named Steven, who offers to take them to a place where they can recover and sort themselves out. As they travel with the mysterious stranger, Coco ends up looking further than they probably should, and discovers something about both Steven and themselves.
Beach City
Having arrived at Beach City and holding a small meeting with the Diamonds, Coco is slightly overwhelmed by all the attention they are receiving. After quickly excusing themselves and finding a quiet space to calm down, they find someone who is able to understand how they feel. Meanwhile, back in Beach City, Jacob meets his past self, and gains a bit of perspective.
Occulonimbus Edoequus
On their new ship, Jacob and Coco run into a strange species.
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So, that’s what I have so far! Hope ya’ll are interested! I’ll add more as I go along, as well as links to the different episode outlines as I post them.
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Kadala (Wounded, Hurt)
Bad Batch Loth-Werewolf AU chap 6
Summary: Omega's reached her tipping point and takes the stress out on herself. Unable to do anything, Echo flees the scene and rants to a willing stranger.
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings: 🛑big trigger warning, extreme self hate, self harm, child self harm, blood and panic attacks, this chapter is rough, it starts very rough, read with caution and take care of yourself pls🛑
A/N: Omega and Echo are not having fun at all this chapter. Pls don't kill me for this.
Bad Batch Loth-Werewolf AU Masterpost
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Omega hadn't meant to let her wolf out.
She hadn't meant to hurt anyone.
She really, really hadn't!
She didn't know how it all happened. She'd been startled and done what felt right. Then she hid under the table to avoid her brothers piercing gazes.
The Loth had come to her, trying to comfort her… maybe it had worked… just a bit… but then the other pup came in.
A violent stab of guilt twisted Omega's gut, she cried out and clawed at her furry arms.
The other pup had been concerned, she was worried, about someone she didn't even know, and Omega had attacked her.
She had attacked someone.
Nala Se and Lama Su and all her instructors would be beyond disappointed in her.
She wasn't even supposed to let her wolf out, much less attack someone with it.
She felt violently sick to her stomach as the guilty blade twisted and tore her insides up. She dry heaved into the toilet, hating the taste of bile and blood on her tongue.
She screamed and tore the fur off her arms, not even caring when her body screamed back in protest of the actions. She clawed and bit at her arms and legs and her stupid tail and everything that was wrong with her.
"I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!" She screeched to no one but her reflection in the tiny mirror.
The being that stared back was nothing like her.
That person, no, that animal, was a violent, uncontrollable monster that attacked people who tried to help it.
It wasn't her.
It wasn't.
She was the oposite of the animal in the mirror.
She wasn't supposed to be like it at all. She had been taught out of the instinctual violence. She was peaceful, controlled, normal.
She was better.
She had been made and taught to be better than the mindless animal inside of her.
Everything about it was wrong!
It was wrong!
It was a mistake that she never should have been born with!
She screamed at the animal in the mirror, it only screamed back at her.
One mistake and everything the Kaminoans had done to make her better than the animal was gone.
All for nothing.
She stared at the animal, she was sick of seeing it.
She squeezed her eyes shut and willed herself to shift, to abandon the wild, violent form and return to something normal.
She opened her eyes to find the same furry, bloody animal staring back at her, its mere existence taunting her with the fact that she was wrong.
She hated her reflection, the undeniable truth it showed her.
She was truthfully no better than the violent monster she harbored inside her.
Omega sank to the floor, sobbing and screaming.
She tore at her monsterous features but the scent of blood was secondary to the overwhelming stench of anger, rage, hate.
She cried and screamed and clawed herself until she fell asleep on the floor.
She continued screaming and hating herself into her restless sleep.
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Echo needed to get off the ship.
He couldn't handle it.
He couldn't handle the screaming and crying that reminded him far too much of a violent, dark time for himself.
He couldn't handle the way Hunter was looking at him. His little brother stared at him like a lost pup, begging for help and answers and direction.
Hunter didn't know what to do, none of them knew how to stop Omega from tearing herself apart.
He could hear and smell the carnage going down in the fresher. The only reason they hadn't barged in there was a fear that Omega would bolt somewhere else and get herself into even more trouble.
Hunter's eyes were burning him, all eyes were on him, it was too much.
Very slowly, he stepped back, away from his vod'ika. Away from the overwhelming pain.
He turned tail and bolted out into the village before he could see the looks on their faces.
He felt horrible for leaving Omega and his little brothers, so horrible.
He blindly ran through the streets until he found himself at the edge of the town, near the bakery Naylaz had mentioned.
The building was built into and around a large, twisting tree with bunches of blossoms growing on it.
He forced himself to stop and take a breath and get himself back under control.
Five four three two one. Five four three two one. Five four three two one.
He could see the tree, the blossoms, the bakery, the Spælves wrapping up work inside, the chairs and tables set out.
He could feel the dirt and rocks under his paws, he felt the grass under his tail, and some blossoms landed on his back.
He heard the bakers chatting with each other inside, there was a babbling stream nearby, the soft sound was soothing to his frazzled nerves, and the wind blowing through the branches of the tree above him.
He could smell the sweet and savory aromas from the bakery, and the floral scent of the blossoms.
He didn't have anything he could taste, but he was calm enough now that he didn't need it.
Now that his heart wasn't trying to break out of his chest, he heard everything with far more clarity than before.
He heard soft breathing, it wasn't his. His ear instinctively flicked in its direction, his head followed.
Two glowing spots stared at him.
He recognized the silhouette surrounding it. He'd seen it plenty of times as a pup himself.
A Mandalorian was watching him.
They didn't move despite being very aware that they had been spotted. Their heartbeat didn't pick up. They were completely relaxed.
Odd, most beings freaked out when they saw him. He was a big wolf, and this Mandalorian didn't seem too tall, he was probably taller than them half shifted.
They moved their hand towards something at their side, he growled instinctively. Still they remained completely calm. He glanced at what they had been reaching for.
A pastry box.
Oh.
They had been eating.
He had interrupted them.
"You, uh, you alright there?" They asked.
They sounded more awkward than annoyed that he had interrupted their meal. He almost answered before he remembered that non-Loths wouldn't understand him. He shifted to his half form, it was the only one he could shift to due to his legs, they were made for his digitagrade Loth form, and weren't well suited for his human form.
"Looks like you had a rough day." The Mandalorian commented.
"That's one way to put it." He grunted.
"Need to talk about it?" They asked.
He glanced at them, they were leaning against one of the tree's roots and using the root as a table of sorts. Most of their defining features were concealed by their armor, the rest by shadow. He could only really tell where they were looking by their glowing eyes, night vision was fairly common for a lot of species.
"You don't mind hearing a stranger's rant?" He asked.
"I asked, didn't I?" They shot back.
"Besides, what better way is there to vent than to someone you'll probably never see again?" They added with a chuckle.
Echo sighed and sat himself down on the other side of the root. The Mandalorian nudged the box towards him.
"Take something, if you want. Good stuff." They said.
He glanced at the box before grabbing a cookie, or something like a cookie, he didn't really know what it was, it smelled good. Still warm.
"My brothers and I have no idea what we're doing." Echo sighed, turning the pastry over in his hands.
"We've got a little sister, we only met her recently, and we don't know what to do with her. She's so skittish and jumpy, and she actively avoids shifting, she treats it like it's a crime for her to do. And she's got some other stuff going on, she can't sit still, she asks a million questions, she interrupts all the time and she has a lot of trouble focusing on things she's not interested in, super easy to distract too, she's really sweet, but there's a lot of things she doesn't seem to understand, it's not a huge problem for us, but it seems like it's hard for her." He said.
"We came here to get help for her, we were told someone would understand it and be able to help her, with all of her issues. We've only been here a day and it's already a disaster." He groaned and put his face in his hands.
"What happened?" The Mandalorian asked after a moment.
"A lot, one of my brothers is really standoffish and he got the person we were meeting with mad, because he's kind of an idiot sometimes, and that scared our sister, and she hid from all of us, then another kid came in and I really don't know it happened really fast but my sister bit the other kid. She didn't even do that much damage but she was absolutely horrified. She ran and locked herself in the fresher where she's tearing herself apart right now. I think she was doing it before too."
Echo took a deep breath once he was done. It felt kinda good to get it all off his chest.
"Damn, sounds like you've got a really fucked up kid."
He shot the Mandalorian a tired glance.
"It's true." They pointed out.
Echo rolled his eyes and glanced at the pastry in his hands. He felt too sick to his stomach to eat.
"I think you need to have a talk with your sister, you need to be very calm and you shouldn't condemn her for what she did. Sometimes you get so upset that the only thing you can think to do is hurt yourself to make it all stop. Pain is very easy to focus on." They paused and chuckled dryly at something only they understood.
He heard a cap twist off and caught the scent of alcohol.
"And wherever she was before you guys clearly did not like any of that wolf stuff you've got going on. Internalized hatred for what she is will take a while to get her out of, and any events where she saw one of you do something violent are definitely gonna be a factor. But you can try to show her the good parts of it, once she's in a more stable mindset. You absolutely need to handle this carefully, you might make it worse." They told him.
They took another, longer drink from their bottle.
"You sound like you have some experience with this." He said cautiously.
"Sure as shit do." They grunted.
Before he could ask any more questions, the Mandalorian put their hand up.
"I'm not here to talk about myself and I don't wanna waste all this in one night." They gestured to their bottle.
"Don't ask." They said sternly.
"Okay." Echo shrugged.
He sat and listened to the sounds of nature all around him, the critters scurrying around, the gentle stream, the soft breeze. It was peaceful.
"I think you might need some of this." The Mandalorian said.
They held two sealed vials out to him, he didn't recognize the sigil on the side, it had been scuffed off in places, maybe to be less obvious. A thick, light green liquid was inside each of them.
"What are these?" He asked.
"Medicine. One's for general anxiety relief, other's for joint pain." They explained.
Each vial was labeled, so he wouldn't screw it up.
"Joint pain?" He echoed.
"Yeah, cybernetics tend to come with a lot of joint pain." They shrugged.
"I'm a doctor, so, I would know." They added when he didn't say anything.
"Did you make these?"
"Yep, bit of a pharmacist and herbalist too." They said with a laugh.
They got up and stretched.
"Well, I hope the situation with your sister gets better, I'm gonna be sticking around for a while so if you need more, I shouldn't be too hard to find." They told him.
He passed their pastry box to them as he got up himself. He was feeling… better now. Not great, but better now that he had talked.
"Thank you, for listening and the medicine, I'm kind of new to all of this." He thanked them.
"No problem, I like to help people." They shrugged.
"See ya round." They gave him a lazy salute and left, heading out across the plateau.
Echo glanced at the two vials they left him with. Now he could do something for his vod'ika. He felt a flicker of hope that this situation wouldn't completely fall apart due to their ineptitude.
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Echo was greeted by four very anxious brothers when he got back.
He put his hand up before they could even ask about where he had been and what he had run out for. He made a beeline for the fresher and knocked softly.
He heard Omega's tired, fearful whimper from within.
"Kid? I've got something for you. It's medicine." He said as calmly as he could.
"You don't have to come out, I'll just drop it in and you can lock the door again." He told her.
He waited with baited breath, the latch clicked and the door opened just a crack. He slipped the vial in through the crack, and caught a glimpse of bloody fingers snatching it before the door was slammed shut and locked again.
"Just drink it. It will make you feel better." He promised.
He heard his vod'ika grunt in response.
He turned to his other vod'ika, eagerly waiting for his guidance, even though technically Hunter was in charge, they were all looking to him.
"Met a doctor while I was out. They gave me meds and advice." He explained briefly.
"Right now, I suggest we all try to get some rest and approach this carefully." He said.
"All of us." He fixed Hunter with a stern look.
His little brother looked ready to collapse at a moment's notice.
"Get some sleep, vod. I'll keep watch." He ordered them gently.
Reluctantly, his vod'ika did as they were told and trotted off to their preferred sleeping spots. Echo curled up by the fresher door and listened to his siblings settle in for the night. Omega, at least, had stopped attacking herself.
He was going to take that as a small victory.
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That bit on self harm from the Mandalorian is straight from me and my experience with self harming, literally that's (one of the reasons) why I did it, the pain made my negative, self loathing spirals stop cause pain is really fucking easy to focus on, it was very easy to abuse that.
I'm all fine now so don't worry, haven't self harmed in over a year but, oh boy is self harming a wild trip, and all I was doing was scratching myself until I bled. I would scratch my wrists cause it would sting for a few days after🙃.
I definitely don't recommend self harming, but I also understand why you would feel the need to do it.
Hugs or whatever affirming gesture you're comfortable with to all you have either have or thought about self harming.
I hope you all especially have whatever a good day is for you.
I'm very sorry if this chapter triggered you.
VJS Out!
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Witch Canons - Hawthorne Family
Hawthorne Family:
It was shortly after the mines were opened that the Hawthornes moved into town. The family name was adopted after they arrived in the states - a clear indicator that there was something they were trying to outrun. Regardless of the family’s past, however, they quickly established themselves in the small town. Their men worked hard in the mines while their women put their ‘natural’ gift for healing to use.
But it was when the mines collapsed that the family really established themselves as an essential part of the towns’ population. Even as large as the numbers of those lost to the collapse were, they would have been significantly larger if it hadn’t been for the Hawthornes. The effort that they put into saving lives and tending to the wounded during the tragedy earned them the gratitude and praise of Anguish’s townsfolk.
To this day - even though the family has only recently returned after a couple of decades away - the Hawthorne name is well known and celebrated in Anguish. Their return has brought a sigh of relief from the general population.
The current generation of Hawthornes consists of 5 siblings. They were all born in Anguish, but the family left the town when the eldest was 15. Twenty years have passed since the move, and while some things have certainly changed, most remain quite the same.
First - Mid 30s - She/her pronouns - Twin to second - Quiet, anxious, reserved, depression-tinted with self-esteem issues. - Veterinarian in a small farming town - Often tends to the wounded pack members in Anguish - Niece to the local vampire nest leader - Heart of gold - Absolutely the most invested in druidcraft, as well as the most practiced in it of the Hawthornes. She frequently uses it in her job to help heal the locals’ animals and the local pack members. - Reserved for Sorrow.
Second - Mid 30s - Any pronouns - Twin to first - Caring, compassionate, extremely nerdy - Is a licensed therapist - Highly protective of all of their siblings - Has been eagerly exploring the possibilities of using druidcraft in their therapy sessions, and earned very interesting results from this practice. - Open
Third - Early 30s - Any pronouns - Middle child syndrome. - Quite possibly either Narcissistic Personality Disorder and/or Schizophrenia - Addict. - Uses druidcraft primarily for the purpose of cultivating the drugs they do and sell. - Certainly a toxic human being who thrives on negative chaos and the feeling of empowerment they receive when they successfully manipulate others. - Open
Fourth - Mid to late 20s - Any pronouns. - Hard outer shell, soft inside. - Kind of an asshole, especially when the situation calls for one. - Would still do anything for anyone that was in need. - Uses druidcraft primarily as a way to enhance their own physical abilities. Is often the test subject for the baby of the family. - Open
Fifth - Early to mid 20s - She/her pronouns. - Loud and opinionated, sweet but bitchy, tiny, but can throw a mean right hook that will plant a grown ass werewolf on his ass, a little bit rebel, a little bit hometown girl. - Tattoo artist - Mixes druidcraft with her tattoo ink to provide tattoos that serve various functions from enhancing a person’s physical abilities to serving as a calming charm for those plagued by anxiety disorders. - Open
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Please take this 1am phone drawing of young Lilia meeting Piir'Ala
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envious
Summary: Bucky gets jealous of how happy his bunnies are around Steve, including you.
Pairings: Dark!Hunter!Bucky x Bunny!reader
warnings: 18+ content, noncon blowjob, two slaps, degrading, humiliation, dumbification, really jealous and mean Bucky.
Part four arrives!
His Bunny Au Masterlist
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On a particularly sunny day of Autumn where the winds blowed softly and the sun seemed to warm down the forest, you begged Bucky to allow you go outside with your babies. With a lot of hesitation, he allowed you to go outside but you needed to wear a leash, tied to the house.
You agreed, although it seemed humiliating, you couldn’t let your babies never experience a good autumn day.
So that’s how you ended clad in a big sweatshirt and a metal collar around your neck, that gave you enough movement for you to run to the end of the clearing before feeling choked.
Bucky helped you settle down your babies on the dry grass, accompanying you to lay beside you. Your bunny ears were floppy with delight, as you sang to your little bunnies. They climbed between your fingers and licked at your face, some even biting your skin gently.
“They are all traitors,” Bucky muttered, seeing how they scampered away when he tried to grab them. He then smiled, leaning over on his elbow to get closer to you. “You are the only little bunny that behaves for me,”.
You scoffed at his words, trying to pick up the quiet rustling you swore you heard. Bucky watched curiously as your ears flared up in the air.
“Punk, why the hell do you live-“
The blonde man that had made an entrance fell silent when he saw you. Confusion and intrigue laced on his features. The brunet that stood shortly behind him gasped slightly, but then begun stifling a laugh.
“Guys I though you were coming tomorrow! this is y/n, my girl.” Bucky cheered, standing up to greet his friends.
They watched you observe them carefully, judgingly.
“Bucky is this even legal?”Sam snorted, and you looked away in shame. It definitely wasn’t, but not for the reason he thought.
“Yeah I did my research,” Bucky retorted, punching his friend on the arm. “It’s legal,”.
“Then why is she chained up?” Steve questioned, not raising his eyes from your frame. He scanned over the little kittens that neared you for warmth. “Don’t tell me you got her pregnant- oh god,”.
“Little Bunny doesn’t know what’s better for her, keeps running off; heard of the werewolf attack? just a kilometer away.” Bucky replied calmly, changing the subject with ease.
“Man you had kids and didn’t even told us?”Sam laughed, bicep curling around the brunet’s neck to pull him into a playful fight. Steve neared you in slow steps, admiring how your ears shot and laid a protective arm over your babies. He kneeled beside you, gazing at the collection of cotton balls you were so caring of.
“Can I touch them?”he asked you, giving you a simple smile.
“Don’t even try,” Bucky grunted when he finally got out of Sam’s headlock. “She gets all grumpy if someone tries to touch her babies.”.
Yet you nodded, grabbing a white spotted bunny and giving it to him under the frowned gaze of Bucky. You looked at Steve wide eyed, analyzing how he handled your child.
He grabbed it with two hands, one beneath it’s front legs and another squishing softly it’s bum. The brown bunny started nibbling on the blond’s knee, but Steve kept gazing into the tiny bunny he was handling with such care. Bucky and Sam had regained chatting, yet your eyes were solely on how your baby was being touched.
“They are beautiful,” he commented, setting the creature down in the grass again. “Just like their mother,”.
You preened at his compliment, pretending to be grooming the white bunny’s fluffy fur but he could see how your ears slightly dropped in relaxation. He finally noticed the gold piercing your ears, a realization that shook him to remember you were Bucky’s girl.
But the silver collar wrapped around your neck seemed so wrong, it saddened your happy demeanor. You sat up on your knees, mirroring Steve’s image, to begun setting your bunnies on his lap. He kept quiet and allowed you to place them there.
“They are so pretty aren’t they?” you asked him hopefully, voice squeaky with delight. “Never thought I was going to be a mommy, but I have to see the positive things in this right?”.
Your big smile only confused him more. He thought you were there because you wanted to, that you let Bucky take care of you.
“You don’t want to be here?” He inquired, a bit of shock on his voice. You only twisted your head in confusion.
“Okey!”Bucky said cheerfully, snapping the two out of your confusion daze. “I think it’s time for you to leave me with my wife! We were about to have some special time, ya know,”.
His crude words made your eyes widened in humiliation. Wanting nothing more than to be six feet down, you stared at the grass floor until you were sure they left, even ignoring Steve’s goodbyes.
Bucky waited until they were out of sight to start plucking the bunnies from the grass, a little too quickly for the movement to be gentle. They whined and wailed as they missed you, and definitely didn’t wanted to be with Bucky.
“Daddy?no leave them alone!” you shrieked, following inside the house even with the heavy chain dragging behind you. He had arranged them in the cushioned dog bed he bought, along with some scraps of fabric that smelled strongly like you.
“You can’t be such a slut!” he cursed once he got you inside the house, metal arm yanking on the collar around your neck. “Flirting with Steve when you have my babies? even using them to earn his fucking sympathy, you are incredible!”.
“I wasn’t flirting!” you tried to yell, resulting in a squeaky scared scream. “He was nice with me!”.
“Like if I’m not, you ungrateful brat!” He barked, snapping the chain to the collar with one tug of his metallic arm. With a quick backhand he slapped you into the bed, tears springing from your eyes as you tried to crawl away from him. He grabbed your ankle to push you to the edge of the bed and instead of kneeling by your hips, he made his way to your collar bones, sitting in your chest. It felt suffocating as you tried to bat him away, slapping his thighs.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down terrified you, so you clenched your eyes as hard as you could and faced away from him.
“c’mon dumb bunny, acting like such a slut for Steve’s dick yet now you try to act like a scared little virgin.” He taunted, gripping your jaw with his cold fingers as he stroked his semi with his flesh hand. “Gotta make you remember your place dumb thing, beneath me, taking my cock. Now open your eyes baby, wanna see you take my dick in your throat for the first time.”.
When you didn’t obeyed, he slapped you until you opened your eyes, hooking two fingers on your lower lips and prying yo ur jaw open. He shoved his dick in, but it didn’t even go halfway before you started choking.
“God-fuck,” he grunted, savoring the tightness of your mouth. “This dirty little mouth needed some fucking, didn’t it bunny? now breath through your nose and relax so Daddy can fuck your tiny throat.”
You did as he told you, and he instantly started jackhammering. The roof of your mouth surely bruised, along your cheek bones that he was squishing.
You tried breathing through your nose, although the crying made it worse. He continued, grunting and groaning on top of you, fucking your face so harshly you were sure he was going to break your skull and fuck into your brain.
“This pretty mouth is only mine, you don’t speak to any other man ever again,” he growled, before stilling his hips and starting again ever harder, holding onto your ears for leverage.
You wanted to tell him you didn’t even talked to Steve, but at that moment you couldn’t speak with his hard boner in your mouth.
He came, stilling his hips and pressing your nose against his pubic bone. He kept you there for a second, you wailing for air as you tried to peel off the super soldiers from on top of you.
He let you go when you almost stopped fighting, too exhausted by the lack of air. His dick slapped against your cheek, now smeared with tears and cum. Before you swallowed the cum, he grasped once again your jaw to spit into your mouth.
“Swallow it,” he ordered, standing up from your chest to let you breathe properly. You did as he told, letting the salty cum dive down your throat along the cigarette and whiskey tasting spit. “If you behave like a whore again, I’m taking your little babies and selling them.”
You cried harder at his words, believing his words. But Bucky couldn’t do it, he loved them too much, yet you didn’t knew. At the mention of your babies, you instantly went to check on them ignoring the soreness spreading around your throat. He observed you, feeling touched at the fact that you needed to know how your bunnies were at all time. He couldn’t stay mad at you for long, after all you were such a good mommy.
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The Hogwarts Express scene in Prince's Tale: A Sirius and Snape analysis
I really, really enjoy Sirius and Snape as characters and their respective narrative functions in story. But what gets me most about them is how much Rowling hints about their backgrounds and so much of it makes sense with regard to who they are as adults. So I am going to be breaking down a very small scene from Prince Tale and getting into long winded hypothesis about their respective childhoods.
So, let's start with Snape. The scene begins with Snape rushing to find Lily, already in his Hogwarts clothes. Harry notes he must have been eager to get out of his clothes - ones that look like he borrowed from his mother, as Petunia spitefully pointed out. This has always been a very interesting detail to me - first off, it indicates how poor Snape's family is. Second, this indicates his tiny rebellion from his father - he refuses to wear clothes of the abusive man, and prefers his mother's. I admit, I am partial to the reading that Snape refuses to associate with his father in tiny ways, rather than Tobias refusing to hand his son clothes.
(I have seen readings which say that it is also a sign of neglect - perhaps his parents bought clothes that simply don't fit him, but I am more inclined to think it's a hand me down, simply because Harry identifies so strongly with it. Because Harry knows what it is like to wear a hand me down that don't quite fit, that are too big for you, or the ones that make you look ridiculous.)
Lily and Petunia's relationship is fraught with Petunia's jealousy. And young Lily is upset over it when Snape meets her. "I am not talking to you. Tuney hates me" she tells him. "Because we saw the letter from Dumbledore". Young Lily shows signs of being extremely emotionally reactive and this scene is one of them. It's easier for her to deal with Petunia's rejection of her by telling Snape she doesn't want to talk to him. It's a childish displacement of her hurt over her sister's rejection. (I am genuinely baffled by interpretations that Lily and Hermione are similar. Hermione is very cognitive person, Lily, as we have been shown repeatedly in memories, is not).
Snape, however, with his bad history with Petunia and his inability/ poor social skills to understand why this matters to her, goes: "So what?"
Lily, who throws him a look of deep dislike, says "So she's my sister". This seed is important because this is what develops into "he doesn't get me" feeling she later displays in her teenage scenes with him. Interestingly, most of Lily's personal relationships have deeply interwined love and dislike - Petunia (whose rejection bothers her but she cheerfully informs Sirius that Harry nearly broke a vase her sister sent - which means there is resentment on her end too), James - who she was attracted to even before 7th year but also disliked at one point, and Snape - again, a contentious friendship filled with love and distance.
"She's only a -" we dont get to hear what Snape intended to say. And given his own acrimony with Petunia, it could be anything. However, I read it as "She's only a Muggle" because it ties into his feelings about his father. Snape, who is proud of being half a Prince, emphasizing his magical lineage from his mother's side, his refuge in a violent, neglectful home. (Barty Crouch Jr and Snape with their disappointing fathers - I imagine Voldemort is supremely attractive leader to people with broken homes like this)
Snape, by all accounts, shows a disorganised attachment style. His caregiver, his mother - and perhaps the only parent he seems to have regard for, is too preoccupied by her own abuse to be there for her son - we see this in glimpses Harry sees in OOTP: " woman cowering" where a man shouts at her, and a young, neglected Snape cries in the corner. Children born in homes like this have trouble regulating their emotions, simultaneously displaying tendencies to aggressively lash out or show disassociative symptoms. Both of which Snape displays. Statistically, this is also seen more in low income households where economic instability and resulting domestic instability creates an unsafe environment for the kids to safely form ideas of their identity, or express emotions in healthy ways, modelling instead out of behaviour seen at home.
Then, Snape reminds her that they are going to Hogwarts. He is already in his Hogwarts clothes - now, Snape gets to be the impressive figure. The one who told her about magic, who theorised about how Muggles get letters from magical people, the one who told her about Dementors and Azkaban. He has already left behind the Spinner's End version of him, he wants to bigger than that, and is keen to be in place of magical learning and to join Slytherin. Essentially, he shows signs of unstable identity, insecurity - all prime for grooming into a cult.
And here comes along James Potter, who looks around at the mention of Slytherin. James's comment uses Snape's line and directs it to Sirius instead and it becomes a conversation between them, as a way to bond more with a fellow "rowdy boy" Sirius. Effectively ignoring the other two.
Sirius as we see here, "does not smile" when James talks about Slytherin. He essentially says something that can be construed as a way to nip that conversation in bud: "My whole family has been in. Slytherin". This suggests to me that there is some loyalty to his family there and his disillusionment with them isn't entirely fixed yet. After all, Sirius's intense loyalty to his friends, more specifically James, did not come out of thin air. It is reasonable to suggest that he felt some loyalty to his family at some point and the intensity with which he regards his friends is a reaction to burned off and being a "displaced person without a family" as Rowling put it.
Interestingly, while his reaction to his mother and Bellatrix are obviously sore spots, his response to Regulus is comparatively quite soft. ("Stupid, idiot" - something he calls James later on in the same book, OOTP). I imagine Sirius has quite complicated feelings about his brother and he is capable of nuance (when the person isn't Snape, where his dislike seems to be borne of an intense projection): "The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters". As someone who is grown up among them, Sirius would understand that.
His framing of Regulus's need to please his parents also further highlights what exactly is the source of disillusionment. He calls Regulus "soft enough to believe them" - which means he is crediting his own intelligence to see through his parents bigoted world view. Clearly, bigotry is not something the Blacks explained in a way that Sirius, eldest of their male line and their heir, bought it. It also probably didn't help the Blacks case that Grimmauld Place is in a Muggle neighborhood and that their eldest son is a bit of a wild boy with interest in pushing boundaries. His intellectual disconnect leads to the righteous rage he later feels but it began there. (Boy, it must suck to discover that everything you have been taught to value in the world and in yourself as the heir is essentially rubbish). Since his differences with his family began with seeds of intellectual disconnect rather than on intense empathy with downtrodden, it makes him, as a pureblooded privileged boy, unable to truly understand Lupin's fears regarding his lycanthropy. Hence, the Werewolf prank (I am not getting to the Snape bit, just the Lupin bit). To James' credit, he does understand what that means for Lupin and saves all three of them from different set of consequences.
Anyway, back to the scene. James, who has made an ass of himself in front of his new friend, who he was getting along with fine until now, then goes "Blimey, I thought you seemed alright". (Btw, I find James wildly large ego kind of hilarious here, especially in light of Snape's comment about him to Sirius in OOTP: "You will know he is so arrogant that criticism simply bounces off him"). Sirius, who I believe has been raised like "royalty" as Blacks would, has good enough social skills to defuse a situation. He grins and says: "Maybe I will break the tradition".
This line is an indication of Sirius's desire for independence, an identity seperate from his family. The use of the word "tradition" is interesting. It sounds like Sirius is expected to behave in a certain way, the heir of Black family whose parents thought being a Black "made you practically royal". Adult Sirius is contemptuous of this, or their "valuable contribution to Ministry" which means they just gave gold - it tells me that any and all conditions put on him by his family were to fulfill tradition that is either worthless or holds no meaning in his eyes. The root of the emotional abuse Sirius suffers from his family is this - realising his parents love for him is conditional on him being a certain way. (In fact, you can read Regulus desire to emphasise his connection to the family as a reaction to what he sees with Sirius - Sirius does not behave, Mum and Dad don't love him). As a child with unconscious knowledge of lack of love, Sirius then acts out, they react, rinse and repeat "until he has had enough". Sirius chafes against boundaries well into adulthood and doesn't react well to people enforcing it on him, even if it is out of love for him. Cue the fire scene with Harry where he behaves as if Harry is rejecting him instead of protecting him.
Sirius asks James about where he wants to go, and Snape, who is incensed about James being insulting about a House he put stock in, which he made part of new identity (so that he is no longer that Snape boy from Spinner's End) and was in general trying to be impressive about in front of Lily, "makes a disparaging noise" once James talks of Gryffindor. Snape's response to James' : "Got a problem with that?" is interesting. He says: "If you'd rather be brawny, rather than brainy-"
This is an important value for Snape. He knows he is clever and values it. He spends his spare time inventing hexes, making great shortcuts to Potions. He has genuine thirst for learning and he hones it. In SWM, we see that he has written far more longer answers than anyone else, he is poring over his paper after exams. He even mocks Hermione's lack of inventive answers: "Answer copied word to word from the textbook, but correct in essentials". He values originality. It may be me stretching this, but I am partial to the reading: this is his way of rejecting his father once again, who is implied to be a violent man. (in other words, someone who is hypermasculine - "brawny". In fact, Snape's rejection of hypermasculinity is a huge post on it's own - Potions (brewing, cauldrons - coded as feminine arts), the doe Patronus, his proficiency in Occlumency and Legliemency (intuitive mind arts, again seen archetypically feminine) etc).
"Where are you hoping to go, seeing as you are neither?" - Sirius is quick with emotionally cutting insults. Snape hasn't even finished his sentence, but Sirius is already on his case. Which suggests growing up in a household with sharp tongues. It's a fair assumption, given Mrs Black's half mad portrait. It also tallies with Sirius's talking about his mother: "My mother didn't have a heart Kreacher, she kept herself alive out of pure spite" . The wounds are fresh enough on this. (Another interesting way Snape and Sirius act as inverse mirrors - Snape rejects his father, Sirius rejects his mother. Sirius acts as proxy for James for Harry while Snape takes on Lily's role of protecting him). However, you know who else is spiteful? Sirius.
While James is the physical bully (the tripping Snape, doing most of the bullying in SWM), Sirius attacks emotionally. ( Sample the one about Snape's appearance - "I was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment, there will be great grease marks all over it, they won't be able to read a word" or even the carelessly vicious- "Put that away, before Wormtail wets himself in excitement"). Curiously, with all that talk of how his mother being spiteful, it's her room he spends time in when he is depressed. (Again, in inverse mirror way, we can talk of how Snape looks for a father figure in Dumbledore - craves his validation and is proud of Dumbledore's trust in him). We could argue it's also because Buckbeak is there, and perhaps it's the largest room in the house, but it's very telling that's where Sirius spends time when he is "in a fit of sullens". Sirius's sense of abandonment from his family, makes him look for family connections with friends - a trait he shares with Harry. Interestingly, the first time he glimpses Harry in Privet Drive, Harry is also running away from home - just like he did. Anyway, I could go on.
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A Mother's Love (Dean x Wife!Reader)
Warnings: Language, fluff, major angst, implications of divorce, arguing, Dean being mean to Jack
Pairings: Dean x Wife!Reader
Characters: Dean, Jack, Sam, Reader, Cas (mentioned only)
Word count: 2.7k
You threw your bag down as you entered the bunker, exhausted from your last hunt. This was one of the rare cases where you worked alone.
Sometimes you needed the time to yourself, away from all the men. Sometimes you would go hunting with Jody and Claire, but even then, those two argued like cats and dogs.
"Y/N," Jack smiled as you entered the kitchen. "How was the hunt?"
"It was pretty good, actually." You grinned as you sat across from him. "I was chasing down this werewolf in Tennessee, and it was really strange. He'd kill one person, turn the next, and repeat that cycle."
"That's. . . Weird." He furrowed his eyebrows.
"That's what I said. Well," You continued on with the story of your hunt, watching as Jack's eyes widened in amazement and awe.
"Y/N?" Dean called your name, entering the kitchen. "Hey, sweetheart. I didn't know you were home?"
You stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Sorry, babe. I got sidetracked. I was just telling Jack about my trip." You smiled, looking over at the boy. You were concerned, as the smile fell from his face and he looked away from you and Dean. "You okay, kid?"
"Yeah," He nodded, not meeting your eye. "I'll give you two some space." He mumbled as he walked out of the kitchen.
"Does he seem off to you?" You asked Dean.
"Nah, he acts like he usually does. Squirrelly and weird."
"Says the squirrel himself." You rolled your eyes. "Did something happen while I was gone?"
Dean said nothing as he looked down, an obvious indicator that he was guilty of something. "Dean," You growled lowly. "Did you say something to Jack? Something that would upset him somehow?"
When Dean didn't give you an answer, you shook your head as you follow Jack to his room.
"Jack." You called out. He seemed to be lost in thought, as he didn't react to your words. "Jack!" You said louder, causing him to turn around. There was a tiny amount of fear in his eyes. If you didn't know him, it wouldn't have affected you.
"What's wrong?" You asked softly, resting your hand on his shoulder.
"Nothing." He spoke. "Why would anything be wrong?"
"Jack, I saw how you reacted when Dean came in. You looked like a kicked puppy. Don't tell me it's nothing, kiddo."
In the time you had known Jack, you had grown to care for him deeply. You had always wanted kids, but in this life, it wasn't possible. Well, it was, but you knew you didn't want your children to do what you do. So when Jack was born, you felt extremely happy because it felt like you finally had a child. Albeit, he did look twenty.
"Dean doesn't like me very much." He admitted.
"I'm sure that's not true. . ." You argued weakly. In all honesty, you didn't think Dean liked Jack either. It's not like he was abusive, but he did treat him differently than everyone else.
"But it is, Y/N."
"How do you know, Jack? With Dean, it takes him time to warm up to people. It took him months to actually trust me. He's a cautious person."
"Did he threaten you too?" Jack asked, genuinely curious. His head was tilted to the side, his honey blonde hair falling into his eyes. He had gotten that head tilt from Cas.
"Dean. . . Threatened you?" You whispered hoarsely.
"Yes," He nodded. "He told me if I hurt you or Sam, or anyone, that he would be the one to hunt me down and kill me."
Your mouth popped open in horror. You could never imagine your sweet, loveable, goofy Dean threatening Jack. "What else did he say, Jack? Did he say anything prior to this?"
"He said that he doesn't think that I can be saved. He said that even though you and Sam think that I can, that he doesn't."
"Jack, you don't need to be saved. There is no saving to do. You are a good kid. You would never do anything to intentionally hurt anyone. I'm so sorry. I should have been there." You sigh.
"He's not wrong, Y/N. I can't be saved. What if I turn out like my father, my real father."
You frowned as you cupped his face in your hands. "Jack, you are nothing, and I mean nothing, like Lucifer. You are just like your mother. You are sweet, caring, and you are empathetic. Just like Kelly."
"You really believe that?" He whispered, tears forming in his eyes.
"No, I don't believe it, Jack. I know it. You are nothing like Lucifer. If anything, you are much more like Castiel."
"Really?" He smiled.
"Yeah," You nodded. "You see, I don't know if you know this, but Cas does this little thing where he tilts his head to the side if he doesn't understand something or if he's perplexed. And I noticed that you do the same thing." Jack's smile widened as you removed your hands from his face. "And neither of you have any knowledge of pop culture. Even though Cas was here for a lot longer than you, he never understood a single reference any of us made. Even if it was something like Scooby Doo." You giggled, feeling your throat tightening at the thought of your dead friend. "And you two state the obvious a lot. Not in a bad way, more in a comedic way. It lightens the mood nearly every time. Cas would rarely smile. When I asked him why, he would say that the world was going to hell and he didn't have anything to smile about. But when he did smile, it would make everyone else smile with him. The same goes for you. Just seeing that little toothy grin of yours makes me smile. I mean hell, you two even look a lot alike."
"Could you tell me more about him?" Jack asked.
"Of course, but I have something to take care of first. Then you and I will cuddle up and watch a movie and I'll tell you everything you want to know about Cas, okay?"
"Yeah, I'd like that." He spoke. "Before you go, could I ask you something?" You nodded. "If I were to have a mother figure, and I called her mom, do you think my mother would be upset?"
"No, sweetheart, I don't think she would be upset. I think that she would be happy that there's someone down here taking care of you and you feel comfortable enough to call them mom." You said, completely oblivious as to what Jack was suggesting.
"Then. . . Could I call you mom?"
You felt the air leave your lungs as his words hit you like a truck. Jack watched as tears welled up in your eyes. Jack was horrified; he had never meant to make you cry. "Yo-you want to call me m-mom?" You stammer.
"If you're not comfortable with it I understand. I'm sorry, Y/N, I-"
You cut him off with a tight embrace. "Of course you can call me mom." You whisper, squeezing the boy tightly.
"Why are you crying?" He questioned.
"These are happy tears, Jack. I'm not upset. It's just. . . I never thought that I would have children, but then you came along, and you gave me what I wanted. You gave me a chance to be a mother."
"Thank you for being here for me, mom."
You gave Jack a huge smile as you pulled away. "Okay," You said, putting a hand on his arm. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to deal with my ass of a husband."
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"Dean Winchester," You boomed, roaming around the bunker in search for your husband.
"Ooooh, you're in trouble." You hear Sam snicker.
"But I didn't do anything. Wait, what day is it?" Dean asked frantically.
"April ninth." Sam quipped.
"Okay, no birthday, no anniversary, so there's that."
You entered The Dean Cave, as Dean called it, seeing red. "What the hell, Winchester." You growled. "Sam, out. Now."
"You don't have to tell me twice." Sam said, grabbing his bowl of popcorn and walking out of the room.
"Yes, darling, sweetheart, love of my life. What can I do for you?" Dean spoke sweetly, giving you those stupid, green doe eyes.
"Jack told me." You said simply. "He told me what you said to him. That if it comes down to killing him, that you would be the one to do it. That there was no saving him."
"Y/N, you have to understand where I'm coming from." He tried to reason with you. "You should have seen him. He was stabbing himself with a knife! And it closed up like it was nothing! It's not normal. He's not normal."
"And?! None of us are normal, Dean. We've all died and came back to life. Sam didn't have a soul, he was hooked on demon blood, yet you were still there for him. You still believed in him. You died and became a demon, you bore the Mark of Cain and had a thing for God's friggin sister! And I still loved you through it. I have been brainwashed and manipulated into hurting all of you, and you still forgave me! Cas betrayed us, and we were still there for him. None of us are fucking normal! So what the hell, Dean? You're holding a grudge against Jack just because of who his dad is?"
"His father is Lucifer, Y/N!"
"Well that's stating the goddamn obvious!" You yelled.
"He could turn on us at any moment! We don't know this kid. We don't know what he can do."
"So we learn, Dean! We should help him figure out his way. Guide him in the right direction. Show him what a true, loving family looks like!"
"We are not his family, Y/N! And he's not our family. He never will be." Dean argued.
You flinched back, glaring at Dean. "How dare you! You son of a bitch! Whether you believe it or not, Jack is family. To me and to Sam. We care about him and love him!"
"He doesn't even know what love means!"
"Yes, he does! Because he feels things, Dean. He cares. He cares about all of us, including you. You know, he asked me if he could call me mom today. Did you know that? He trusts me and cares for me so much that he sees me as a mother figure."
"He's got you brainwashed, Y/N! Can't you see that?!"
"If he looked like his actual age, would you be acting like this?"
"What kind of question is that." He scoffed.
"If Jack looked four months old instead of twenty, would you still be treating him like this?" You asked steadily. Dean remained silent. "See! He is four months old, no matter how old he looks, he's still a baby."
"So, what, you want me to change his diaper or some shit?"
"No! I want you to treat him like a human being!" You yelled.
"But he's not human!"
You and Dean stood your ground, neither of you letting up. "Fine. I'm leaving then. And I'm taking Jack with me."
"No, you're not."
"Fucking watch me, Dean. I can't even look at you right now. Because you are not the man I married. That man was compassionate and caring. This one isn't. And until he comes back, I'm staying away." You cried.
Before Dean could get another word out, you left the den. You noticed that Sam was standing in the hallway, giving you a saddened look. "You're really leaving?"
"I'm sorry, Sam." You sobbed. "But I can't be around him right now. And I don't think Jack should be either. We're going to my parents house for a while. And until he gets his shit together, I'm not coming back.
"I know. I don't understand why Dean is acting like this." He mumbled.
"I don't either. It's so unlike him." You agreed.
"So what are you going to tell Jack?"
"Just that we're going to take a little road trip and visit my parents. I don't know, Sam, this whole thing is so strange to me. But I know have to go."
Sam frowned as he pulled you into a hug. "I'm really going to miss you. But you do what you need to do. And if you ever need anything, you call me, okay? I don't care what time of day it is, call me."
"I will." You squeeze Sam tightly. "Thank you for being an amazing brother and best friend." You pulled away, teary eyed as you parted from your brother in law. "I hope to be back soon."
You softly knocked on Jack's door before entering. "Hey, Jack." You smiled.
"Mom!" He said excitedly. "Are we going to watch movies now?"
"Actually, there's been a change of plans. Me and you are going on a road trip to visit my parents."
"Really? Are Sam and Dean coming with us?"
You swallowed hard, a lump forming in your throat. "No, actually. This is a trip just for us. Sam and Dean wanted to stay here just in case they find a case or something that can get Mary back from apocalypse world. So I'm going to help you pack and then we can get on the road."
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You had sent Jack to your car, having him put everything in the trunk while you finished up things in the bunker. The last thing you grabbed was a machete that belonged to your father before he gave it to you.
"Don't go." A voice whispered. You turned to see Dean, who looked like he had been crying. "Please don't leave."
You swallowed hard, feeling tears rush to your eyes once more. "Will you accept Jack as family?"
"Y/N-" Dean said, exasperated. "He can stayed here but he's not family."
"That's not good enough, Dean. Because I know how you act around people you don't trust."
"You can't force me to trust him." Dean scoffed.
"That's not what I want. I want you to get to know him. I want you to try."
"Y/N. . . I just. . . I can't."
"I think. . . I think we need time apart." You mumbled.
"Y/N, please –"
"Only for a little bit." You assured him. "They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all." You gave him a sad smile, trying to control your tears.
You turned to leave before Dean's voice stopped you. "If you leave, then we're over. That's it. Don't bother coming home."
You sighed as you looked back at Dean. You cupped his face in your hands and gave him a slow, sensual kiss. You could feel salty tears on your lips as you memorized how Dean's mouth felt against yours. It was warm and soft. You could taste the remnants whiskey on his breath.
You pulled away slightly, resting your forehead on Dean's. You felt tears streaming down your face as you looked the man you had grown to love over the past ten years. You had been through hell and back, literally. You had lost each other, fell out of love and back in love.
"This isn't goodbye, Dean." You whimpered. "I swear it isn't. I love you with every part of my soul. I'm not choosing Jack over you, okay? I just need time. I need you to wait for me."
"That's all I've ever done, Y/N." Dean shook his head. "I waited on you when you were in relationships, when you were heartbroken, when your sister died, I waited on you to love me back. I'm tired of waiting. I will always love you, and you'll always be with me. You've changed me, and I'm so thankful for it. You've made me a better man. But I can't. . . I can't keep doing this, Y/N." He whispered as he slipped off his wedding band. "This is goodbye." He set the ring in your hand, curling your fingers around it. "Goodbye, sweetheart." He gave you one final kiss. But this one was rough and full of passion. It really was goodbye.
"Dean, please." You cried. He pressed a swift kiss to the crown of your head before leaving you standing alone in the library. Sobs racked through your body as you clutched Dean's ring to your chest. "Please come back." You whispered.
You wiped your face of tears and stuck Dean's ring in your pocket. There would be time for tears later. Right now you just needed to get out of the bunker. As you looked around the library, you realized you had never felt this alone.
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Could I request a oneshot with Remus Lupin with the promt "kiss me so i can feel alive again". Also congratulations on 1000 followers 🎉✨💕
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PAIRING: Remus Lupin x reader WORD COUNT: 2k (whoops) SUMMARY: Having found a lost friend, living in the countryside of Yorkshire, feelings of once hidden affection start to bloom in the need to be alive and good things to be real. A/N: Thank you for requesting and I’m so sorry for taking so long! This is one of my favorites because it’s so soft and romantic and I adore this request. Please tell me what you think of it xo. WARNINGS: Angst. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERLIST
It’s the house you see from trudging down the walkway that forces you to double take your previous steps. Silent and empty, it seems to twist into the forest from afar. Bent trees adorn the lane with overgrown greenery at its feet and ancient brick walls that run along with it. The fields in Yorkshire are vast and immaculate but right now, you are alone and suddenly the far stretch of land doesn’t seem to have the shine of the countryside. Your eyes shift to the house that sits behind a rusted gate, joints barely holding together from the years of rotting and exposure to the heat and rain. It’s barely a house but more of a cottage. No, it’s not even a cottage. Semi-derelict and tumbledown, it looks more like the ruins of what used to be a home.
You look down to the note in your hand, parchment torn at the edges with the cursive words of your handwriting that make up an address and coordinates. Visually, there’s no indication of where exactly you are but according to the coordinates, you are precisely where you need to be. For the past three years, your investigation into finding your friend has proven to be impossible and almost met with the acceptance that you will never see him again. Yet, after an anonymous tip had been owled to your doorstep, indicating the suspicions of the presence of a werewolf somewhere in Yorkshire as overheard by the locals of a nearby town, gave you a tinge of hope to reconnect with someone you lost.
The sight bears a high chance that he may be hiding here, unfortunately. It makes it hard to believe that someone you saw had so much life in him, is living in this condition.
Anxiety starts to creep onto you as you push the worn-down gate. It creaks with the rustling of the wind, a sign of an imminent storm. The sun doesn’t shine anymore, clouds of grey congregate in the skies above in the chorus of rainfall. You don’t do too well with apparition, thankfully having only lost half of your hair during the war. Hence, if the anonymous tip turns out to be a fake, you would have to make your way out of the countryside in the rain or even worse, take the Knight Bus.
You hate the Knight Bus.
Attempting to conjure up whatever courage you have left, you steadily make your way into the compound, plodding through the overgrown grass. As you grow closer, the cottage looks even worse than it was from afar, climbing plants of dull green embellish the walls of the ruins.
Then, in your periphery, you catch a glimpse of violet—Bluebells. The same flowers that used to grow on the forest floor of the forbidden forest. You remember him telling you about how he had seen a white bluebell, rare to its nature.
Warmth fills your chest, you know he is here.
The door is wooden, climbing plants seem to have made their way to it, branching around its handle.
You knock once. No answer.
You knock twice. There’s footsteps, they’re heavy.
With the swing of the door, you are met with none other than Remus Lupin. He looks older, dark circles below his eyes that have lost their intensity of blue, hair unkempt and shabby, and a beard, tracing along his jawline. He has his wand directed to you in defense. Probably because no one ever visits.
The smile on your face is impossible to suppress. It's bright at the recognition of the familiarity of his face. “Remus,” you breathe, eyes crinkling and gleaming with the bliss from the effort and worth of your investigation to find this very man, who stands just a couple of inches away from you. You swallow, not wanting to blink away the possibility that this may all be a dream. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
He says your name through a whisper like it’s the answer to the millions of prayers recited and uttered from his lips as he drifts off to slumber under the moonshine, beaming through the shattered glass of the windows by his bedside. He dreams of you, often in times when his body is too weak to endure the aftermath of a full moon.
Yet, you're here and very real.
Then, he watches your grin falter and how your eyes move around the curves of his face. The deep cuts are there and visible. Although magic heals, time and energy play a crucial factor in healing wounds. In an instant, his apprehension creeps in, and suddenly, he feels small. The memories of you are forever intertwined with the rest of his friends, memories too painful to endure.
Your hand reaches out for his face but he staggers back in his step.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
He doesn’t mean it. Remus really wants you here. To feel your warmth, your touch, the smell of your hair and to hold you but he sees the way you bring your arm down to your side, shoulders slump in near defeat. In reality, you would never let him go that easily.
“Don’t say that, Remus.”
The crinkle of your eyes is gone, now sharp with the frustration of his tendency of locking himself away from the world out of paranoia. It’s been a minute since you’ve seen his face after three long years and he’s already trying to chase you away.
Typical Remus.
An odd sense of nausea takes over him, knees buckling as his surroundings begin to spin like he is on a sailing boat at sea. His body is frail and with a blow, he will fall. His eyes are trained on you as he feels his feet give way and his body drifting towards the ground. Just then, he feels your touch, arms around him like an embrace. You’re holding him in his weakened stance, stabilizing his balance by moving his arm to hang around your shoulder. He immediately shifts his weight on you, uttering a soft apology.
“You don’t have to apologize for something you can't control.” Your voice is soothing, speaking so close to his ear. Your tone is laced with knowing and care. You both know those words have been articulated from your very lips many times before. And your hands are gentle upon the curve of his waist, against the rough material of a dress shirt but your grasp is strong—the true touch of a healer’s hands, precise and careful. Remus always knew you would turn to become a highly-skilled healer.
With every cautious step, the creaks of the parquet flooring are loud and lasting. It’s as if the house itself cries for its condition, like a child with a wound to their knee after taking a nasty fall. The wailing wind outside doesn’t help with the fact that everything seems to be falling apart.
You guide him to the armchair by the fireplace, pressing him by the shoulders to sit. He plops onto the chair with a heavy sigh and feels a sense of regret sinking in his chest at the sight of the visible scowl of your lips and the turn of your brows.
Your open palm finds his cheek. He hears the drag of your deep exhale. You don’t say anything, only to pull out your wand from your back pocket. Yet, Remus is quick to grab your hand, halting you in your movement. Your frown a little deeper, sharp eyes finding him.
“Just let me heal you. It’s the least I can do.”
It’s a promise, a vow, uttered from your very lips filled with dignity and hope. So, he lets you, just to feel you close to him.
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The rain is yet to arrive. Thunder booming through rolling clouds above and still not a single drop of rain but there’s a peak of sunlight between the cracks of the storm. Maybe, it’s because you’re here and sunshine always seems to trail your steps, no matter where they lead.
Now, Remus is seated on the toilet seat facing you, who has settled for a shaky stool to perch on as your gentle hands hold the edge of his jaw while the other grips onto a straight razor, gazing along the cheek. He cannot take his eyes off the crease between your brows and the way your eyes slowly shift along with the moving blade.
Magic is meant for convenience in small but necessary tasks like these yet you insisted on doing it in the traditional muggle way—using your fingers. Your hands work wonders, beautifully moving as a paraclete. You hold him like you’re maintaining his strength, to keep from fracturing into pieces. You look at him like he’s your masterpiece, carving every curve and bend of his skin and structure.
You lift the blade away from his face, dabbing it onto a rag cloth hung by the sink. Remus finally finds the time to speak. “You don’t have to do this.” You simply laugh and it comes out like a puff of air. Your eyes are still trained on cleaning off the razor. “Of course, I don’t. But, I also don’t want you competing with Dumbledore’s beard.”
Remus laughs, truly laughs. It’s loud and echoes within the walls of the tiny toilet. “I could never beat him.” You’re laughing too, grin wide as ever. Then, after a beat of silence, your grin suppresses into a small smile, lips pressed together as you place the razor aside. You’re clearly in deep thought.
“Come away with me.”
Remus blinks. “What?”
You turned to him, eyes glinting with expectancy. “Stay with me. I live a few blocks from St Mungos...and you get to see me at work.” You watch how his mouth is now agape, half of his chin still in shaving cream.
“And I’m sure you look magnificent in green but you know I can’t—”
“You can, Remus. You can come here a week before the full moon and then come back to my place. I’ll help you heal, a lot faster and you know that’s true. Maybe, I could get hold of aconite for Wolfsbane at the hospital— ”
You hadn’t realized your rambling until Remus began to shake you by the shoulders, calling out your name with an odd sense of serenity and hint of urgency for you to stop. So, your words immediately halt with a turn of your head to meet his gaze. Your expression is soft. His hand drifts to yours, holding it in his. “You know I can’t because if they find out you are living with someone with lycanthropy, you will lose your job and I don’t want you to lose it for my sake,” he squeezes your hand with assurance. “But, thank you. Thank you for always being so kind to me.”
The candle flickers from behind you, sitting idly on the ceramic shelf above the sink. No sunlight beaming through the room and only the hues of flame, beginning to shrink with the melting of its wax. Your hair presents an illusion of golden threads against the candlelight, face as warm as your hand on his as you shift your fingers to the back of his palm. Gradually, you sigh whilst raising his palm to you and press your lips to the arch of his hand. It’s quick but affectionate.
Your stare is strong and his heart stutters for the millionth time since your arrival.
Remus is drawn to you and the thought of how your lips should be on his. He drifts closer, eyes roaming your face, feeling your breath against his skin.
“Can I kiss you?” your question is soft, a whisper, only for his ears. A secret so sacred that you’re afraid nature would hear the words of your confession that was solely reserved for your mind and the man you are confessing to. He nods, it’s slight but it’s true, feeling like this is all a dream. He doesn’t want you to dream anymore. For you are here, hand tangled in his, thinking about his lips on yours.
Then, he whispers as the candle flickers once more. “Kiss me so I can feel alive again.”
So, you do. You kiss him, gentle and sweet, your hand still in his.
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wangxian fic rec list!
aka in which i read fics, write some recs down for aamna and share them!! they're all wangxian fics and uhh @yibobibo i hope you'll like them!!
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wolf devours playboy bunny by @greenteafiend (5K, werewolf!lwj, getting together, idk if anyone needs to know that but there's nudity just not uhh explicit)
Lan Zhan has wanted Wei Ying as long as he has known him, and the worst part is that he thinks Wei Ying could want him back.
Too bad he could never in good conscience let himself go there—Wei Ying has a debilitating fear of all things canine, and once a month, Lan Zhan is the exact, precise thing that Wei Ying’s nightmares are made of.
Aka, Lan Zhan is a werewolf.
between the lines by @jywait (19K gaming au!!!, i'm always down for a good gaming au, lwj is the best aksks he's such a good boy)
☆yilingpatriarch☆: pls...give me some face, help me fight these monsters...I'm gonna die
Bluetooth: no.
"You have died." The screen said, and Wei Wuxian threw his hands up in frustration.
resonant frequencies by chinxe (15K, college au, fake dating au, tw mention of cheating but it's brief and no one was cheated on i promise)
In which Wei Wuxian decides that the best way to deal with being in love with Lan Wangji is to pretend to date him for three weeks.
It goes about as well as can be expected.
drift compatible by windoworwhatever (5K, poetry, fluff, drunkji, getting together, college au)
"It was just a fact of life. The sky was blue, university stipends for graduate students working in TA positions barely covered rent, bisexuals cuffed their jeans, Lan Wangji had a massive crush on Wei Wuxian, and spent his time pining and writing research papers about gay subtexts in ancient poetry."
OR
Lan Wangji is in love with Wei Wuxian, and everybody knows, except Wei Wuxian.
the bunny next door by detailsinthefabric (43K, this is mostly fluff and very light angst, and they were neighbors!!!, rabbits!!, aka wangxian's bunny children, this is... so cute i just have to rec it)
Lan Wangji did not know what he was doing. He did not know what he was going to say. He was frozen in place, puzzling over the situation. Maybe he had made the man uncomfortable, which is why he wanted to leave? But his tone had still been so friendly—maybe…
“Would…” he paused, swallowed, forced the last words to come out of his suddenly parched mouth, “would you let me pet him?”
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Lan Wangji, who doesn't know how to socialize and whose icy demeanor scares everyone away, lets down all his defenses when he meets the bunny next door...oh, and also its owner, Wei Wuxian.
leading tone by silencemostofall (32K, everyone is a music student? or something like that akskk, curse fic, tw panic attacks, tw child abuse, small scene of drunkji, wwx has low self esteem, bro this was so painful to read)
The first time you touch someone you're fated to love, you leave a mark on their skin. If they will love you in return, they'll mark you where you touched them. The deeper the color, the deeper the connection.
Wei Ying has no marks at all.
public places, private thoughts by leahelisabeth (for the love of camelot) ( 8K, cherry magic au, getting together with like... immediate upgrade to fiance status, the author is wrong i crave good wangxian cherry magic aus even tho i haven't even watched cherry magic)
Wei Wuxian had heard the story of course. It had made its rounds through his high school and followed him into his college days. He didn’t think there was any possibility it was true. Virginity was a social construct, invented by creepy old men to exercise dominance over women. The idea that a simple lack of sexual activity before the age of thirty could give one magical powers was absolutely ludicrous.
Wei Wuxian believed this until the morning of his thirtieth birthday.
AKA the Wangxian Cherry Magic AU that absolutely nobody asked for.
i'd be all right (if i could see you) by @thirtysixsavefiles (16K, this was nice, i read this at 6am but it was cute, (while writing this post i must admit i don't remember anything but 6am-me said it's good))
The younger Lan brother is something of an enigma on campus; while Lan Xichen can sometimes be seen in the company of other graduate students or conducting a seminar, Lan Wangji appears to spend all his time in class or in the library. He doesn’t drink. He doesn’t smoke. He doesn’t attend social events. He doesn’t do anything for fun, as far as Wei Wuxian can tell, and it’s driving Wei Wuxian just a little bit up the wall.
Or, Wei Wuxian convinces Lan Wangji to come to a house party, and then they're assigned to the same group project. Wei Wuxian tries his best, but he is not in possession of all the facts.
axe on leg by itszero (4K, i still don't get why wwx did that but it was nice seeing him jealous for once, jealous!wwx, lwj i love you....)
Wei Wuxian pressed his face into his pillow and screamed. He paused to take a few deep breaths, partially hindered by the pillow, and listened to the sounds of Nie Huaisang slurping his iced coffee, from his seat on Wei Wuxian's desk chair.
Having caught his breath, he resumed his screaming and did not stop at the sound of his dorm room door opening.
"What's wrong with him?" He heard his brother, Jiang Cheng, ask.
The slurping stopped. "He's an idiot."
"He's always been an idiot. Why is he bothered about it now?"
"He forced Lan Wangji to go on a date," Nie Huaisang replied, shaking the ice cubes in his drink.
"Okay and…?"
"With someone else." The slurping resumed.
Wei Wuxian, in all his glorious dumbassery, convinces his boyfriend to go on a date with someone else.
these two most powerful by @stiltonbasket (4K, amnesia, wangxian with children!!!, aksksk this was adorable, dadji!!)
When Lan Wangji went to bed last night, he was alone in a tiny guest room with nothing but the howling of the wind in the mountains and his own lonely thoughts for company.
But when he opened his eyes in the morning, Wei Ying was asleep beside him.
(In which Lan Wangji loses twenty years' worth of memories after a night-hunt gone wrong, and his life as a doting father and husband continues without a hitch somehow.)
good things come to those who wait [but i ain't in a patient phase] by @cerlunas (4K, getting together, pining lwj)
Lan Wangji can't take it anymore.
“I love you”, he says, and god, it feels terrifying. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”
“Lan Zhan…” Wei Wuxian starts, but Lan Wangji doesn’t want to hear it.
He grabs his cup and drinks everything. He doesn’t know what face Wei Wuxian is making at him right now, and it’s okay.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian repeats louder, but it’s too late. He is already falling asleep.
Or, even after 13 years, Lan Wangji is still in love with his best friend. Maybe it's time to open up.
wei ying, will you marry m- oh my god he swallowed the ring! by selene210 (2K, marriage proposals, crack, marriage proposals but.. they go wrong)
“A ring?”
And indeed it was. The ring Lan Wangji was going to propose to Wei Ying with. That the man had now choked on.
“You swallowed it.”
“It was in my soufflé! Why did you put a ring in my soufflé Lan Zhan- oh. oh”
of glittery valentine's cards by @soft-fics (3K, valentine's day, this was adorable aksk, a-yuan best boy!!)
Lan Zhan didn't want to know what his best friend had planned for Valentine's Day; his heart would simply not be able to handle it. When his son tells him that he made Wei Ying a Valentine's Day card, though, Lan Zhan decided to bring it over anyway.
of coffee and white tea by @soft-fics (9K, fluff, lwj doesn't like coffee, wwx buys him coffee, then they switch drinks, again and again and again, the staff ships it lmao, tbh jc shouldn't have done that like wtf)
For the fourth time this week a stranger orders him a cup of coffee. Lan Wangji wonders how exactly to tell this man to stop ordering him coffee he doesn't even like. Turns out, buying the other white tea and switching drinks is not the best way to go about it
canon setting
on the importance of restraint (or lack thereof) by nixthothou (4K, in which sizhui snaps, i love that boy, no like seriously he's the best boy)
Lan Sizhui does not usually find himself in the company of Sect Leader Jiang.
Suffice to say, Lan Sizhui's feelings toward him are conflicted.
lan wangji is wei wuxian's baby by lilycs (3K, i was craving fluff while reading this, lwj my beloved, drunk!lwj)
Lan Wangji gets drunk from barely a cup of alcohol, becoming a whiny baby and asking his husband for cuddles.
one of our own by glitteringmoonlight (8K, wei wuxian & lan sect, 5+1 things, in which they learn to love him, they're all part of the wwx protection squad lead by lwj, wangxian isn't the focus but !!! THIS)
Times change, but some people remain the same.
The Lans are nothing, if not aware of this.
For one of their own, they will stand against the world.
Or, 5 times the Lans defended Wei Wuxian, and the 1 time he was there to see it happen.
so why not crack your skull when the mind swells by @greenteafiend (13K, love curse, post cql canon, curses, getting together, fluff, so much fluff, lwj tries to talk about his emotions!, lwj pov)
Lan Wangji detects the curse trying to curl through his heart meridians like smoke. A love curse, then. It must have been cast remotely somehow to have found him in his bed in Cloud Recesses. No matter. Lan Wangji crushes it easily, enveloping it in his spiritual energy, and then squeezing. Curse averted, Lan Wangji closes his eyes and goes back to sleep. He thinks no more of it.
Two days later, Wei Wuxian arrives in Cloud Recesses.
Or, Wei Wuxian is cursed to feel terrible pain when he and Lan Wangji aren’t touching.
i started from the bottom / now i'm rich by x_los (57K, time travel, fix it, jealous lwj, crack treated serious, god this is so good tho, wwx/wrh & wwx/jgs but like as a joke and it doesn't really happen, but it has its purpose!!)
“First, you get the money. Then you get the power, respect - hos come last.”
Wen Qing traps Wei Wuxian in the Demon Slaughtering Cave, but Wei Wuxian isn’t interested in being the beneficiary of the Wen Remnants’ noble sacrifice. His efforts to free himself accidentally send him back to the beginning of the Sunshot Campaign. Coreless but armed with demonic cultivation, knowledge of the future and his wits, Wei Wuxian takes advantage of this opportunity to come out on top of both the war and its aftermath—before either has a chance to happen—by marrying and swiftly burying the cultivation world’s worst men.
Lan Wangji is confused, hurt, and uncomfortably aroused by Wei Wuxian’s improbably elaborate series of Sect-themed bridal negligees.
lead me on through by mrsronweasley (55K, they're in love your honor, arranged marriage but they don't know to whom, basically wwx & lwj want to practice kissing which then goes beyond kissing but not the whole way y'know, lxc the best wingman tho)
"Who do you think your betrothed is?" Wei Wuxian asks, sprawling out in front of Lan Zhan and enjoying the prim thinning of his lips at the question. He shouldn't be sprawling—they're in the library, for one, and Lan Zhan is studying, for another—but he can't help himself. Wei Wuxian is a sprawler.
"I do not believe this to be of importance," Lan Zhan responds, without turning his gaze away from his book.
"What!" Wei Wuxian sits up. "How can you say that? Of course it's important! This is the person you'll be with for the rest of your life, Lan Zhan."
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ao3: “got a secret” rating: T warnings: platonic prinxiety, child abuse/neglect, vampire/werewolf au genre: hurt/comfort description: Virgil confides in his best friend something terrible. ( day 13: “It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.” — Elizabeth Kostova, The Historian @tsshipmonth2020 )
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course," Roman says at once, crossing his heart for good measure. Virgil's eyes are very wide and very solemn behind his new glasses. They're too big for his face, but he's confided in Roman that he has hope he'll grow into them. The frames are plastic because Virgil worried about using silver or something like that around his best friend, just in case.
"You won't tell anybody else?" Virgil presses. "Not- not even Remus?"
"On my honor," Roman says. "What is it, Virge?" He bumps Virgil's knee affectionately. They're sitting in the hamburger on the playground as the sun sets, beams of amber-hued light streaming over them and deepening the shadows. Roman's hairy feet dangle, shoes forgotten on the wood chips below. Virgil half smiles, showing the tips of his fangs, but doesn't say anything for several long moments.
"My dad kicked me out last week," Virgil finally says. "I uh, I've been sleeping in the bushes in the park, but the cops keep going past, and uh, I wondered if maybe I could like...stay in your backyard instead?"
"The yard?" Roman exclaims, outraged. "Virgil, you can have my room, what the hell do you mean your dad just...he just kicked you out? Last week? You've been sleeping in the park for a week?"
"I mean, yeah," Virgil says, blinking at him. "It's no big deal, it's just, it's the longest he's kicked me out so far, and uh..." His shoulders hunch. "I need a shower maybe," he admits in a tiny, shamed voice.
"Of course," Roman says at once. "I'll just tell my mom and-"
"No, you can't, you promised!" Virgil says, distressed. "Just- it's just you and me, remember? We- I don't need CPS sniffing around my house again, it will just make things worse."
"They're supposed to help you," Roman says gently.
"I know," Virgil says, and his voice is bitter. "But they just- they don't help everyone, and well." He licks cracked lips. "Better the devil I know. You know?"
"Maybe...so you're a vampire, right?" Roman says. It's not really a question, he's known Virgil since they were both five. Virgil stares at him like he's sprouted another head.
"Yeah," he acknowledges cautiously.
"My mom knows like a vampire rescue place," Roman says earnestly. "I mean, it's usually for other stuff, but I don't see why they couldn't help you, too!"
"Maybe," Virgil says, drawing his feet up and curling his arms around his knees. "I- I guess it's worth a shot."
"My mom won't tell Remus," Roman blurts out. "If- if you're worried about that." The setting sun haloes Virgil in purple-hued light.
"Thank you," Virgil mumbles. "I just- it's a lot. And I'm sorry to burden you with it, I just- I can't keep sleeping in the park." He swallows, convulsive.
"You're my best friend," Roman says, drawing Virgil into a hug. "I'll always find a way to help you, whatever is within my power." He can feel Virgil smile against his shoulder.
"Thanks," Virgil says again. "You're my best friend, too."
As the sun finally sinks below the horizon, they both climb down, Roman first, then Virgil. Roman finds his shoes and offers his arm to Virgil, who shoves him and takes it anyway. Later, there will be hot chocolate and tears and discussions and finally, a shower.
But for now, there's just the two of them, heaving backpacks on their shoulders, and walking home.
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