#can’t believe it’s actually named that XD

[aoimo]

[thedeluluverse]

Author’s Note:  Welp, this ended up way longer than I plannedXD Sorry for the delays but I hope y’all like it and please please please gimme ALLLLLL the feedback! Been a while since I wrote and very nervous haha XD

Summary: Y’all have been friends for 5 years, but there are still sides to him that you’d never imagined. Will his tricks work or push you away?

Pairing:  prisonguard!sunoo x inmate!femalereader (mentions of Sunghoon)

Rating: 18+

Genre:  angst, smut, one-shot, prison au, yandere fic, happy ending

Word Count: 4,124

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI  extreme “Brought the Heat Back” feelings, explicit content, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play, squirting, clit play, praise kink, neck kissing, degradation, unprotected p in v (be smart kids), yandere/obsession themes, secretly monitored self-pleasure, wrongful imprisonment, Y/N glossing over red flags (don’t do this irl pls)

Since the summer before you went into high school, you and Sunoo have been friends. It started when you went to his friend Jake's house for an end-of-middle-school pool party, and you both bonded over judging the annoying tweens around you.

As fate would have it, you ended up having many of the same class periods all throughout high school and grew even closer over several study sessions. Both went solo together to dances but acted like one asked the other when anyone asked to avoid looking pathetic.

That is until the senior year Sadie Hawkins dance. A new student had joined the roster and immediately became the focal point of school for you. His name was Sunghoon, and he was the right amount of reserved and sarcastic to give you heart eyes.

Despite your nerves and insecurities, you worked up the courage to ask Hoon (a nickname he recently accepted after many hangouts together) to the dance. To your surprise, he rapidly accepted your invitation!

Proud of yourself and overwhelmed with excitement, you call Sunoo after school to tell him of this accomplishment and see if he wanted to go shopping with you this weekend.

After a quick snack, you call your best friend, "Hey, Sun-sun, are you busy?" "Nope, Y/N, just avoiding homework, haha. What's up?" "Ohhhhh well, nothing much except I asked Hoon to the dance, and he said yes! Can you believe that???".

Deafening silence extinguishes your enthusiasm as quickly as it sparked, "Um, Sunoo...you there?"

A couple more seconds pass, and he says, "The call is still going, isn't it?" With a scoff, you retort, "Oh, excuse me, sassy king, it was hard to tell when you made no indication that you heard me."

He has the nerve to get offended and goes, "Sorry if I didn't clap for joy at the fact that for the first time since we came to this shithole, I'll have to stay home for a dance. I mean, whoopee for you, but you gave me no warning that you'd abandon me like this."

You are speechless. It's the last reaction you expected, and now you feel bad for not at least letting him know. "I... I'm not sorry I asked him, but I apologize for not setting you up or warning you first. I can try to hook you up with my friend if you want!" "No, it’s fine. Have fun. I have to get started on homework. Talk to you later. Unless you forget all about me...”

With that, he hangs up and leaves you stunned, sitting on your bed slack-jawed. You honestly thought he would be happy for you. Feeling lost, you call your friend Ara, "I have no idea why he would react that way. Can you believe that?!"

She gives a disappointed sigh, then says, "I actually can. Imagine if he gave you no heads up and sprung on you having a date to the dance. And don't even pretend like that'd be okay with you, girl.”

Dejectedly, you admit that she’s right and just can’t get over the intensity of his reaction, to which Ara says, “Oh come on, you can’t be this clueless... he has had a crush on you forever.” “WHAT? Noooo, don’t give me false hope like that.”

She snorts. “Heh, you finally admit it. You have a thing for him! Well, it looks like you have to choose. Pretty new boy or tried and true rock?”

Pondering her words, you make a plan of action, “Hmmm, well, I may never get lucky enough for a guy like Hoon not to reject me, so I’ll stick with that, and then next week, I’ll tell Sunoo how I feel.”

Giving a hum of approval for your plan, Ara warns you not to play with either boy’s emotions or neglect your own. “Do what makes you happy, Y/N; whoever you don’t choose will just have to deal.”

Meanwhile, Sunoo avoids you like the plague for the next week, even going so far as to switch lab partners.

All of that is almost forgotten once the day of the dance finally arrives. You feel like the prettiest vampire queen in a floor-length ruby-toned number that lays perfectly off your shoulders and hugs all the right places.

After Hoon's mom drops you off, the night is a blur. A magical blur where he indeed must be a prince in another life with how well he is treating you. After a couple of slow songs with y'all almost kissing, you excuse yourself to the restroom to try to settle your nerves and try to summon some courage.

You exit, and upon reaching the hallway, you see Sunoo. He looks awestruck, and you blush. "Hey, Y/N, I'm really sorry. I overreacted, and well, I miss my friend. Will she accept me back?"

Pretending to think, you finally smirk and say, "I suppose I will accept your apology. I missed you too!" After tightly embracing each other, he steps back and says, "Well, my beautiful bestie, you wanna head back in and ditch Mr. Stuck Up? The chaperones are dissociating, so I'll be able to sneak in no problem."

You back away, upset, "First off, flattery won't get me to allow you to talk badly of him or convince me to sneak you in. Secondly, he is not stuck up; he is just still fairly new and reserved. Once you give him a chance, you'll see he is really cool!"

Rolling his eyes, he walks away, waving you off, "Have fun with my replacement. I'll see you around, maybe.."

In shock, you are frozen in the shadows when Hoon comes to find you. "There you are. You were gone so long that I got worried about you and had to come look for you. Everything okay?"

Smiling away the tears threatening to ruin your makeup, you nod and head back inside. You try to enjoy the rest of the dance, but the look in Sunoo's eyes haunts your memory.

It was like when he got picked last for dodgeball and by the opposite team, not even by you, but more intense and frightening if you're honest.

After graduation, you hear he got accepted to the security guard training program at the local jail while you were still waiting to hear back from your photography internship. It was annoying, but you try to hope it'll still happen.

The park was quiet for once, so you head over to take some more nature shots in your free time. Panning over to the left of you, a figure comes into focus, coming towards you. Shockingly, you see Sunoo smiling in your direction, and anxiety freezes you in place.

"Hello, stranger," he quips as he sits beside you on the bench. You scoot away from him, annoyed that he was so lighthearted when he was the one who parted ways.

"Can I help you, Mr. Kim?" "Why so formal? It's just me, Y/N." Crossing your arms, you look the other way and say, "Well, I don't tend to act friendly to people who walk out of my life for stupid reasons."

Pouting, he gets up suddenly, leaving you even more confused than before, then reappears about 5 minutes later with two cups in his possession. "All right, peace treaty apple juice. Let’s forget about all the high school silliness and share this with me before I go off to training.”

Almost denying his request, you realize how dehydrated you are and say fuck it downing the whole thing.

Not even 5 minutes pass, and you start to feel weird. You are barely able to convey this to Sunoo before you pass out. Unable to tell how long you were out, you awaken to being handcuffed and shoved in a police car.

Through half-open eyes, you scan around for Sunoo or anyone you know, but all you meet are the blinding sirens, which only make the pounding in your head worse.

The entire ride to the processing center, your mind is racing, trying to figure out how you got in this predicament, and freaking out because your independent life has only just begun and you had so many plans!

They bring you in and take your mugshot. Nobody is telling you what is happening, assuming you are only playing naïve to pull one over on them.

Going down the hall of multiple holding cells, the current inmates look just as confused as you feel, wondering what such a young girl is doing in this wretched place.

Distracted with your thoughts, you practically are thrown into a tiny room with just a bed, sink, and a hole to use the bathroom with no windows.

About to ask why you were not given the option for a call or are being separated from the rest of the people (not that you were upset, but it was worrying you how dangerously you were being treated), the female guard shoves you into the room and slams the door in your face with a "Shut the fuck up you waste of space."

Seems like around 3 days have passed. The only way you can tell is because you have been given 6 meal trays and heard from your trek to your room on the first day, inmates being upset they only get 2 meals daily.

While you are still confused about why the hell you are in this place, your strategy at this point is just to do as you are told and try to stay low until you can speak to someone with legitimate authority.

With this new mindset, the rest of your body is returning to normal, which is mostly a good thing...

The exception is your libido. It has returned with a vengeance, and once the lights go out on the 4th day, you decide to risk it not having spotted a camera yet.

Between your regular sex drive and all of the unfairness and frustrations with your situation, you cannot hold back any longer.

Right before you are about to hit your climax, you hear the keys in your door and freeze.

Pretending to sleep, you roll over onto your side and stick your fingers in your mouth to hide the smell of your sex, hoping they will buy that you still soothe yourself this way as an almost adult.

The door swings open, and you hear the footsteps approach you. You try to keep breathing normally even though you are terrified. The figure above you chuckles, and your heart plummets.

You try to convince yourself you are going insane, but there is no denying it once you hear the voice say, "Now, when did you start sucking your fingers when you sleep? In all of our sleepovers, I have never seen you do that."

You shoot up and start bawling, finally letting your body release all of the emotions that have been pent up since this whole ordeal began. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down into a tight embrace. Big mistake.

As he stands back up, he notices the sweat along your hairline from your previous activity and widens his eyes in concern, "Oh no, Y/N, do you feel okay? Are you getting a fever? You felt warm just now."

Blushing quicker than ever, you fervently shake your head in denial, "No, Sun-sun, I feel fine; was just a little warm, I promi-“

He cuts off your sentence by grabbing ahold of your chin and tilting your head up as he moves even closer to your ear whispering “Don’t lie to me when I saw everything you needy slut.”

Your eyes widen in horror, and confusion clouds your brain again as you look at him through your peripheral vision, "Wait, what do you mean? How? Why am I in here?"

Sinisterly chuckling, he gives you his cheeky smile. "Patience, I'll answer your questions and then help you with your little dilemma. Terribly sorry to interrupt, by the way, but you looked so sinful that I was hoping to catch you in the act." "Um, and what makes you think I would've let you? Or even needed your help?"

Sitting on the bed with you, he quirks up an eyebrow, "Slow down, I still haven't answered the first round of questions."

Pouting, you sit back against the wall and hold your knees to your chin, a medley of unpleasant feelings swirling in your gut.

Tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear, he begins addressing your queries. "Okay so I may have commandeered the feed from your camera into a personal monitor so I can keep an eye on you. No biggie between friends, right?"

Your face turns red at him, using that title from when he went to M.I.A. for weeks after graduation. "How dare you..." you scowl at him. "Oh, now calm down, drama queen, so I can continue with my answers."

Begrudgingly, you do so but not without a lethal side eye aimed at the wall, slightly scared to direct it his way.

You never thought your friend would spy on you or call you a slut and aren’t keen to find out what other secrets are lying in wait.

Continuing his replies, “I know you would’ve let me because even if you try to deny it, we both have had feelings for each other since week one. As to you needing my help, I know you had everything perfectly under control but I feel like you crave more than your fingers kitten.”

Not daring to speak when he clocked your shit so accurately and your face looks like a tomato, you just hide your face. "Knew it." He states smugly. "Alright, on to the next matter: why are you here? It's all thanks to me, of course."

Slowly, you raise your head in horror as your entire body shakes. Scooting back as much as possible, you ask, "Wait, you are playing a trick on me, right? There is no reason for you to do that. Nice try, dude.."

He stands up and starts pacing around the room, "Oh, I had my reasons. First, things were getting too serious with that Hoon guy, and I didn't like it. And you might have found out you got accepted to a photography internship, which would take you away from me, and that can't happen...not yet. So, I would check your mail before you and only take out mail from the places you applied."

You stand up now with fists balled up at your sides. "What are you going on about? Not yet? Why don't you want me to be happy?" you scream at him with tears running down your face for the second time tonight.

As he approaches you, he wipes a tear from your cheek and kisses your forehead, "Oh darling, you still don't get it. I want nothing more than for you to be happy. Just not without me and not before I unlock the key to your tight pussy that I've dreamt about for years."

You freeze, staring at the wall, "What did you do? You still haven't answered why I got thrown in here and treated like a villain. Tell. Me. Now."

He sits you down on the bed again, looking down as if you were a rat caught in his trap. Which you were, by the way.

He squats down, staring into your soul as he reveals the remaining puzzle pieces. "Well, I got accepted into this place as a star trainee with excellent scores. They basically told me to use my best judgment and make them proud. My parents were not thrilled that I hadn't pursued a more upstanding career choice, so I wanted to prove to them that I could thrive here. You just happened to be the perfect muse to show them all my skills."

Taking a deep breath and looking too excited to finish relaying this info to you, he continues, "Well, when I spotted you in the park looking dejected but having that trying-to-distract-yourself look in your eyes, I knew it was my time to strike. I expertly mixed apple-flavored alcohol in the juice and then 'spilled' some on myself. I called a couple of buddies in the force to come over and help execute my plan."

All of your tears have dried up as you are burning up, wondering who the person is in front of you. "Don't worry, it gets better," he says as he pats your knee.

Cracking his neck, he nears the end of his story. "So basically, you are in here because I made you look like an underaged alcoholic by having the empty bottle right next to you, then lying to the officers and saying you were pressuring me to drink with you. Oh, also, you were trying to sell shots to our classmates and even the middle schoolers. They are so worried about this getting out with the mayoral election coming up and your parents being his friends that they aren’t allowing any visitors or calls from or for you until the sentencing.”

You stand up, knocking him on his ass in fury, "How could you?! If you had just told me how you felt ages ago, you could have gotten what you wanted instead of keeping it in and becoming this creepy psychopath! I demand a lawyer!”

He cackles while fully lying down on the floor, "You have no pull, sweetheart, but nice try, hah! Even your parents aren’t asking about you, hoping this all blows over and they can maintain their perfect image."

With his eyes closed, still laughing, you cage him beneath you and start to choke him. This time, he freezes and smirks up at you, "Oh, this is how you wanna play it, huh? Pretending you are furious instead of insanely turned on and hoping this ends with you knowing how I feel inside of you. Cute, really."

You scowl down at him and are about to get off of him when he roughly grabs your hips and pulls you back down onto him. "Oh no, there's no getting out of this. How does it feel finally being able to feel how excited you make me? Honestly, it feels like you are excited, too, with the wet spot you left on me."

Face flushing in embarrassment, you glance at the floor to escape his intense gaze, but all masking ability flies out of the window as soon as he bucks his hips against you, eliciting a breathy whimper from your throat.

The moment it exits your mouth, you bite your lip and try to escape his hold. Or at least you meant to...

Instead, you end up grinding against his hardening cock through both of your pants. Feeling his deep chuckle against your clit, you spasm, and he just grins as he pulls you down to attack your lips with a furiously passionate set of long-awaited kisses, entwining your tongues and both assaulting the other's lips with teasing sucks and bites.

When you finally can pull away and catch your breath, he sits up as you wobbly stand and immediately backs you into the bed with his arms on either side of your head, licking from your collarbone up to your ear lobe, enjoying you moaning his name.

That was the final straw of resolve. It snapped like the tiniest twig in your core, and an animalistic need overwhelmed you as you dug your claws into his back underneath the plain white under-uniform tee that clung to his muscles just right.

Gasping for air, you beg, “Sunoo. Please...I need you.." while trying to undress him.

He smirks while he cocks his head to the side, "You're lucky hearing you beg was my last thread of teasing you leaving. Strip for me, needy whore."

With that, you spring onto your feet like a lithe cat and strip with lightning speed, laying back on the bed with everything exposed down to your arousal-soaked lips.

You usually were shyer, but you couldn't help it after the earlier interruption, plus finding out he felt the same way. You would deal with the red flags after you came.

Staying in his simple yet sexy white tee and dark grey workout pants, he descends like a hawk. He licks a broad stripe from your pussy to your sensitive bundle of nerves, making you cry out and grip his hair to keep your soul from flying out of your body too rapidly.

Immediately, you trap his neck between your thighs, not letting him weasel his way away and tease you for a second more.

He picks up on your neediness, and tongue fucks your velvety cunt whilst moaning into you, letting any insecurity of smelling or tasting weird disappear without a trace.

Rising up on his elbows, he makes a show of licking his lips, leaving his chin shiny with your pleasure, and makes his way up your body so you can taste yourself off of him as he makes circles with his thumb on your growingly sensitive clit.

Feeling your high about to crash upon you, you exhale, "Sunoo, I'm about to." Yet, before you can finish your sentence, he shoves you off of the edge by taking your plump breast into his mouth and matching the pace of his fingers with his tongue around your nipple.

As you cum, he disappears between your thighs again, not wanting to waste a single drop (or leave any evidence) while continuing to squeeze and slap your tits. When he can feel you are getting close again, he quickly makes space between your bodies, causing you to sit up and dig your nails into his thighs, making him moan loudly.

Then he adds salt to the wound by lightly slapping your pussy, making you squirt for the first time all over the bottom of his shirt and dick print.

Straddling him now that he is fully erect is torturous; while you nibble along his neck and behind his ear, you ask, “C’mon Sunoo, I need to feel you in me...please.”

Throwing his head back to allow you to kiss more of his neck, he just smirks and says, “Well, someone is needy tonight...well, you have been such a good little thing for me, I will grant your wish, pretty. First, you have to get up so I can get out of these damp clothes”.

Feeling bold, you raise up just enough to pull down his pants along with his boxers and then straddle him again while he sits up and removes his shirt while kissing and playing with your perfect tits.

After you give him your adorable yet seductive pleading eyes, he stops wasting time. He flips you onto your back again and, with utmost sincerity and care in his eyes, says, “You ready? Stop me if it hurts, okay? I really do care about you.”

Tears welling in your eyes, you nod and subtly pull his hips closer to you. You have liked him for a long time, and despite all of the nasty lust that has occurred tonight, it was weirdly healing at the same time.

He slowly slides the tip in, and after a few seconds, you surprisingly quickly can let him quicken his thrusts and go even deeper, both uttering sensual guttural noises in unison as soon as he bottoms out.

You notice him blush and quirk your eyebrow this time asking what is going on. He looks to the side then admits,” Well, this feels amazing, like even better than I’ve imagined, and I know that sounds cliché, but trust me...that’s a big deal. And well, I don’t think I’ll last much longer, sadly; I want to, but...yeah, sorry..”

Latching your ankles around his hips, you just bite your lips and eyefuck him as a green light, to which he gives you a deep, caring kiss as he slowly hits that sweet spot inside you, resulting in a simultaneous orgasm with the both of you collapsing in sweet bliss.

He cannot stay around too long, or the guard headquarters will get suspicious, but he lingers as long as he can while he tries to rinse out your delicious scent from his clothing.

You have the best sleep that night and are oddly comforted by someone caring that much. You are at peace knowing there are mutual feelings and hoping y'all can date normally once you are released.

Until you are released (about a week later), Sunoo frequently visits your cell of solitude because he is the only guard who can "handle" you. Over time, you become closer and decide that you will finally pursue a healthy relationship once you are free, and he will not have to stalk you anymore.

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Servamp April Fools' event

Tanaka Strike reposted the event from 2023 that was about voting for characters' abilities/techniques. The first time I didn't look into the the event and I was surprised to see that among the abilities that were listed, there were a few that were revealed later in the manga,  for example Kuro's Wiedergänger (Ashes to ashes, dust to dust) that appeared in chapter 133.

In March 2023, chapter 128 was published, so it was 5 chapters later when the name of the ability was introduced in the story.

For the event, some characters have abilities that were marked as “lies” because they didn't appear in the manga however, Kuro’s ability was marked as a lie but that was actually true after all!

So yeah, Tanaka-sensei was playing with us. xD Abilities have two readings and you'll see that some of them either have one reading which is different or they some readings were assigned to other characters.

Mahiru: “Why is truth and falsehoods mixed in? Only the actual abilities should be voted!

Kuro: “Mahiru…In this world, you can’t survive on truth alone...

Kuro offering words of wisdom xD The abilities that were marked as "lies" have conversations or comments from characters which I translated.

Note: I listed the abilities based on the characters' names in alphabetical order.

GEAR

Mister Violence (Antique clock of night trick)

This is a reference to “Gear of Night Trick” on TanakaBox and that’s why I worded the translation like this. The clock referenced here must be Hlidskjalf. I wrote about it here when I posted chapter 96.

Youtarou: It's not an ability, it's just brute strength, isn't it?

Gear: I'm a wolf so I have no choice. It's a world that's tough to live in for someone like me.

Youtarou: Honestly! You always act like a wolf at times like this!

HYDE

Cute aggression (The Taming Of The Shrew).

Hyde: This is the most powerful ultimate technique that charms everyone! Kyui!

J-just joking...I don't have a technique like that... I'm s-sorry...I said I'm sorry...

JEJE

Mary Magdalene (Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring)

In chapter 125 when Jeje was given his name by Mikuni, his contract item was the winding key from the music box that Kiriko gave to Mikuni and I read that fans discovered that the song it was playing was "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring"

Jeje: This technique isn't... It's a lie...

KURO

Wiedergänger (Ashes to ashes, dust to dust)

Mahiru: Hey! If you're gonna lie, you should make it sound like it's… obviously a joke, or it'll just confuse people.

Kuro: Yeah...I don't really have a cool technique name. I'm just a humble cat...

LILY

Turandot (None shall sleep) Like I mentioned in the beginning, this is one ability that was given a different reading. The actual one is "The king is absent today as well." "None shall sleep " (Nessun dorma) is an aria from the final act of Turandot.

Mahiru: You had a technique like that?

Lily: Fufufu...Well… you could say it exists, or you could say it doesn't. Reality is such an uncertain thing. You should also be careful.

MISONO

Bridge falling down (The king is absent today as well)

So yeah, it's Misono and Lily that had their ability names switched and were also given different readings. The different reading is most likely a reference to the nursery rhyme "London Bridge Is Falling Down". And we don't have Misono, we have Mikado who comments about the ability xD

Mikado: Didn't Misono have a powerful technique like that?! Did you make it sound like it existed, Dodo?! Dodo: I included it as an option. Mikado: Nice work! Just for today, even a lie is permitted. I can’t believe Misono had only one technique, and it was from ten years ago (in real time)…As a parent I must do behind-the-scenes... Dodo: Young master is already in high-school...It's about time you... Mikado: This is a parent's duty! Should I add another one?!

SAKUYA

I will die yesterday by your side (Five-minute hypothesis theory)

Sakuya used this ability in chapter 139, however in the manga it says five "seconds" not minutes. The first reading sounds weird...Like, I haven't found a reference for it. "To die" is in the present tense even though it says "yesterday", so yeah, it's weird. I expected that it would be the name of a novel but I haven't found anything, so if some of you might have an idea about it, let me know!

Sakuya: I used this ability in the fight against Mahiru, didn’t I? It was such an emotional technique where I self-destructed to protect him. Tsubaki: Have you actually been reading Servamp??

TOUMA

The Beast of Gévaudan (The beast that crawls in a windowless room) (note, for the first part it's actually in French, La bête du Gévaudan)

Touma: What’s the deal with finishing moves? Aren’t you too old for this?

Iori: You're the one that has the most of them though....

Tooru: Shh!

TSUBAKI

Mahoroba (Under the moonlit night, rain and carnage)

Mahoroba isn't something that can be translated. It's a term that refers to an idyllic or perfect place, often associated with paradise or a beautiful land. The dictionary defines it as "great and splendid land (of Yamato)"

The other name of the ability is the title of chapter 84, which I initially translated as "On a moonlit night, rain and bloodshed"

Tsubaki: I don't recall mentioning such a technique name, but it seems okay as it is.

Ultimate Super Wars (Super Ultimate Form-Tsubaki-)

Tsubaki had another ability and when I googled アルティメットスーパーウォーズ a novel, I assume, showed up but I couldn't find much about it. Based on the cover of the book, I thought it was adapted based on a videogame but I didn't find a game with that title, so yeah, the name of the ability might not be related to it. Regarding these kanji 津薔鬼, they spell Tsubaki.

Tsubaki: Are there people who actually call me by such uncool name?

Get ready for an awesome technique in the next issue! Or perhaps the one after that.

YUMIKAGE

Valkyrie Brunhilde (Swan Lake)

Yumikage: This is actually my brother's...But I have many cool name ideas for my own abilities.

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Imagine Taking A Relaxing Bath With Yami

Yami Sukehiro X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, mentions of nudity, flirting, and I believe Yami is a warning in himself

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) Oh my gosh y’all! The Black Clover movie is sooooo good! It made me realize how much I miss the anime! I’m keeping up with the manga and reading the chapters as they are released but man there are so many things I want to see come to life! Hey Black Clover studio new season when?! Anyway my magical husband is back (he needed more scenes but honestly I can’t get enough Yami anyway) and I need some self-indulgence stuff! XD So bear with me as I go insane! ~Countess

The Black Bulls had been your home for awhile now and you had seen many battles. Some tough. Some easy. The other members felt like family and you grew closer to each and every one of them every single day. Yami was a different story as you were in a relationship with the dark haired captain. While he seemed rough and crude, he was actually a caring man that showed how much he cared in different ways. He always seemed to in tune to your needs or how you were feeling. While he wasn’t much into PDA, in private he made sure to make up for it tenfold. You couldn’t complain about your life and you enjoyed all that being a magic knight had to offer. But it wasn’t easy all the time. Missions were rough and you did get hurt several times. It was the aches the next day that had you trying to rest to get well enough before the next mission.

Your body was covered in scratches and bruises were beginning to mar your skin. Yami had been out the majority of the day as he had a meeting with the wizard king. He took the loudest Black Bull members with him as well, leaving the base quiet enough that you could get some much needed rest. 

Night was covering the sky and still Yami had yet to return. At first you had been concerned that he was hurt or finding the company of other women. But you were quick to find out Yami was strong and not that type of man. Though he did enjoy gambling too much and if you went to look for him, you normally found him gambling all his earnings and then some, away in some seedy tavern. So instead of worrying, you decided to ease the aches by taking a much needed hot bath. Grabbing the few supplies you kept for your personal use, you went to the bathing room of the base. There was two different areas, one for the women and one for the men. Naturally you went into the women’s bath and the steam that greeted you had you relaxing just from the feel alone. 

All the tension melted away as soon as you hit the hot water and in mere seconds you were submerged up to your neck. You hummed softly stretching your joints and wiggling your digits in the water. You hadn’t been soaking long when the door opened. You weren’t facing the doorway and you couldn’t really see due to the heavy fog of steam, so the only option was to call out the name of the person you thought it could be.

“Vanessa?”

The clack of a wooden tub and a rough chuckle split the air, “Not even close sweetheart.”

You couldn’t get turned around before Yami was kissing the back of your neck. His large hand keeping your hair out of the way of his affections.

“Yami,” you whimpered.

“Mmmm?”

“This is the women’s bath you perv.”

Yami only chuckled and you braved turning around. Relief flooded you at seeing he was a little decent with the loincloth still wrapped around him. Though it made you realize your situation as you were naked as the day you were born. While he was occupied you grabbed the towel you’d brought to dry off with and wrapped yourself in it, to save a little bit of your womanly modesty. Yami had rinsed himself off and didn’t take long on getting in himself. Like you he was tired and sore and the hot water was doing wonders for his body. While you were happy to see him you stayed on the far side of the bath giving him enough space. Yami didn’t like you so far away, so while you were occupied lathering a cloth with soap he made his move. You squeaked when you felt his large hands grasp your waist and unceremoniously plopped you into his lap with a splash. You fought causing water to go over the edge of the tub, but Yami held firm refusing to let you go.

“Do your thing I’m not even here,” he grinned before nibbling at your bare shoulder.

“It sure feels like you’re here,” you retorted. 

You couldn’t be mad at him though as you felt safe in his arms while the warmth of the water seeped into your bones. Yami continued to kiss you while watching you scrub at your arms and legs, getting yourself clean. You rinsed off, splashing Yami a little in the process. You were about to get up when he opened the back of your towel. Before you could protest he shushed you quickly, taking the cloth you had used and started to wash your back. You melted into his touch as he got where you couldn’t reach. His fingertips blazing a trail down your spine, you shivered despite the heat. When he was done, Yami spun you around so you could face him. Your towel barely holding up as you kept a hand pressed to your chest. His warm gaze lingered on your lips before he leaned in and took your mouth. You moaned loudly, clinging onto the giant of a man that you called yours. Your senses filled with Yami. His touch, his breath, his skin, everything. You begin to lose where you ended and he started as he starved for your taste. The water suddenly became too hot and you couldn’t take it much longer. Yami sensed your desperation and pulled away. He chuckled at your dazed look while helping lift you from the water. He got you a dry towel and turned away, leaving you to change into something decent. When you were done, Yami had changed into a fresh pair of sleep pants. He took your hand, leading you out of the room and towards your and his shared bedroom. Your aches had finally left your body and you were ready to go back to work. Though you were sure you were going to need another bath to ease yourself of the pains if Yami had his way tonight. There was a high chance he would get what he wanted, as you couldn’t say no to your beloved captain.

[mairon-goth-minion]

Intro

(idk what to put here)

-don’t ask for money, I can’t donate, money asks will be deleted-

-not a goth irl the username is misleading muahaha-

Name: Evan Baguette

Pronouns: idk I guess that he/him or they/ them is fine (but it’s actually baguette/baguettes/baguettesel)

Fav music genres: pop, rock, metal, indie, alt rock, punk

Fav music genres (what 2024 spotify wrapped says): Academic Wrestling Modern Rock, Light Academia Movie Tunes Soundtrack, Viking Tavern Bard

Fav color: uhhhh I guess green / black / silver / blue / purple

Fav author: Tolkien (and ao3 writers because that shit is AWESOME)

Joined: I think around September 20th 2024

Likes: reading, writing, scrolling on Tumblr, procrastinating, my cat, watching TV, playing video games

Dislikes: spiders, working, being bored

Sexuality: idk probably bi

Blog for when I hit post limit or whatever: @mairon-goth-minion2

💍 I’m married guys (my darling bitch, husband is crime, undercooked baguette and sickly victorian child (affectionate) @l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft )

Proud member of the Dragonrose army. My fellow soldiers are:

@lirenthenonlyrist @blueberry0409 @look-a-gay @hawaiianshirttaco64 @mrstellmeafuckingsecret

@l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft @yesiamprocrastinating @aidens-ocean-galaxy @bibeantransbean @aceofspades42

@danaris112 @garden-of-runar @elleeeine @guess1mjustheren0w @lyaxxs

@fictionalsimp09 @harbinger-0f-spring @icrytomyownpoetry @lazyreinelle @sometimesgrows

@fangssss2006 @cimacally @aidens-ocean-galaxy

Btw I’m a spam-liker XD

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previous events:

[yurislotusgarden]

Hi there! Can I please request (separate) Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma with a reader who has a teleportation ability and loves to use it to tickle/tease them? There's no way you're sneaking up on Fyodor or Nikolai unless you have a teleportation ability, let's be honest XD. The kicker is that reader can just teleport away before the characters can get revenge and that makes for some very funny scenarios. Feel free to decline, I know my request is a tad strange XD

ʚїɞ Separately! Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma x Reader

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

ʚїɞ I literally struggled on 2 out of 6 scenarios sm for some reason help, and dw this was fun to write anon!

ʚїɞ word count: 2 136

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ཐིཋྀ Anon you’re so right, you can’t sneak up on this man unless you have a teleportation ability. Like even invisibility or similar wouldn’t probably work, but teleportation? Hell yeah.

ཐིཋྀ I think there would be a little bet on your side, how many times can you actually surprise him? You succeed far more than you first thought.

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Computer light falling onto a silhouette could be seen upon looking into the room, Fyodor Dostoevsky was sitting in front of the many screens, planning his ever-so-successful plan to get rid of ability users. Not moving much for some time, one could mistake him for a statue instead, that's until he slightly jumped from feeling fingers moving along his sides.

Quiet giggling was all he heard when turning around, trying to catch the figure behind him, but unsuccessful upon the person disappearing before the dark-haired man could even touch them.

Fyodor’s ever so lovely s/o, you, have always loved doing little tricks to see just how much can you be unpredictable, even to this man ever since you noticed he doesn’t mind them… that much, at least.

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ཐིཋྀ This man, let me tell you, this man, is not safe ANYWHERE. 

ཐིཋྀ Office? “Oh? You’re ticklish Fedya? Nice to know”

ཐིཋྀ Hallways? Something as little as even a touch on the shoulder and getting out of there before he even manages to turn around.

ཐིཋྀ The house? U n l i m i t e d   p o s s i b i l i t i e s.

ཐིཋྀ No matter what he does, our dear Fedya is never safe from little pranks and tricks for your entertainment, shits and giggles.

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Listen, Fyodor really doesn’t mind you having fun with your ability here and there, but is it really too much to ask to organize things in peace? In your book, it seems it is.

Fyodor has some things written down on paper, and only one copy, as he believes it’s better to not keep some things on his computer. As much as it is un-hackable, his words he wants to be safe just in case. Better be safe than sorry, but it would be so much faster and easier to organize if papers didn’t change their place the moment his eyes were even slightly averted from them, if folders didn’t change their places, or more, if you didn’t mess with his stuff.

The rat placed the paper on the table and turned away to get a folder? A little quiet sound could be heard behind him. Turning around, the paper is gone as if it wasn’t there in the first place and is on the other side of the room. He turns back around to get the folder, but now that is gone too and is under a table.

Whether it’s papers that are moved around. From changing tables to even being moved to different folders, to folders that were perfectly organized in alphabetical order being all messed up. Every time he turns away, you would teleport in, take a folder out of the shelf, and teleport away. After a moment you would teleport back into a random ass place and place it there. The worst is that you do it not only when he organizes stuff, but also randomly on days he doesn't. 

Really, the organizing would be so much faster if he had peace… sad that he doesn’t.

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“You gotta stop doing all that Myshka.”

“Stop what?”

“All those little jokes of yours. It’s irritating.”

“It’s irritating but you still smile at them?”

“...”

“What? You think I don’t know that you smile after I’m out of the room?”

“...”

“Why are you not saying anything? It’s scary-”

“About that thing you mentioned you wanted to try in be-”

“ALRIGHT! How about I make your favorite tonight? I didn’t make it for so long!”

“We had it last week, dorogaya*”

“Yeah… so long”

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You didn’t stop your antics at all in the end, and no matter how much Fyodor complains, he hopes you will never stop <3

ཐིཋྀ Yall have a literal competition

ཐིཋྀ Who's gonna surprise who more? Good question-

ཐིཋྀ You can be in the city buying things for yourself, feel a tug on your hair, and turning around you just see a glimpse of Nikolai’s portal.

ཐིཋྀ In turn, he may be doing his braid in the morning and feel a tug on the back of HIS hair, and only then noticing your already disappearing figure in the mirror behind him, not giving him a chance to even turn around😭

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Morning sun rays fell upon the figure sitting in front of the mirror in the room. Nikolai was sitting quietly, still half asleep as it was around 7 am and he woke up not too long ago. The white-haired man was making his braid with closed eyes, the hand manner practically natural by now, in the quiet room. 

That was before he felt a slight tug on the back of his head, He opened his eyes in a fast movement, managing to catch only one thing in the mirror reflection behind him, the gentle light that comes with his s/o, you, using their ability.

A quiet sigh from the man could be heard in the room, a gentle smile on his face that he couldn’t stop from appearing.

“You just couldn’t stop yourself from doing that, huh, Dove?” Nikolai spoke knowing you were still in the room,  as well as he noticed that he had to redo most of the braid he had done till now.

“It’s revenge for what you did last week, Kolya”

“I don’t know what you are talking about”

“Hmm… I also don’t know what I’m talking about when I say I won’t be baking the cookies you wanted”

“Wait!-”

That certainly woke him up.

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ཐིཋྀ Others are so done with yall I swear

ཐིཋྀ There’s no shame, you guys do it to each other in public all the time, not only in private. You once decided it was a good idea to scare him on a meeting with Sigma… it ended with you scaring them both

ཐིཋྀ You apologized, only to Sigma though

ཐིཋྀ He, in turn, scared you while you were out with a friend people stared at you two like you had 2 heads after screaming in the middle of the sidewalk for seemingly no reason

ཐིཋྀ He did not apologize to either of you

ཐིཋྀ So yeah, you both are not safe from the other absolutely anywhere or with anyone even in the bathroom

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You and Nikolai were visiting Sigma at the Sky Casino, although you disappeared around half an hour after the two of you got there. To where? A good question that the white head doesn't have an answer to. 

"I'm telling you no is my answer." 

"But are you sure it's your final answer?" 

"Yes.. or wait-" 

Good ol' doubt in an answer for Nikolai's quiz. He just needs to wait till Sigma says the wrong answer and he will be able to- 

THUD

Whirling around or looking ahead, depending on the male, both noticed a book on the ground, a piece of literature the bi-colored-haired Man could swear he didn't have in his office.

Sigma stood up and slowly walked over to the book on the ground, he bent down to pick it up. Just as he straightened up, a sound of something hitting the floor sounded throughout the office. Looking back at the desk behind the males, a folder the younger of the two was working on beforehand, was lying on the floor.

“Is all the stuff in my office gonna be falling down or appearing out of thin air now?”

Just as Sigma spoke, the sound of something heavier, like the book from earlier, flew across the office, and then a sigh was heard right after.

“I think so, dear friend!”

Nikolai was acting cocky for the next few minutes as things would fall or appear out of nowhere, thinking that you are playing with only Sigma for fun. He realized it was you when the folder fell off the desk, but what he didn’t realize, was that he wasn’t safe at all.

He should’ve remembered that you absolutely love to play around with him by doing something to his hair, so he should’ve expected the tug on his hair from the back or the feeling of his hat gone from his head that came next.

And he couldn’t do anything even if he whirled around immediately, as your figure disappeared in gentle light just as he did so.

“Goddammit.”

“Told you to look around.”

“But Sigma!!! I thought-”

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If he could change one thing about your guys' games, it would be that damn hair part. Never understood why you love it so much, but at the same time, he didn’t protest against it on a serious note before.

ཐིཋྀ The poor guy-

ཐིཋྀ He’s just trying to work but you mess up his paperwork😭

ཐིཋྀ Like, he goes out of the office for a little to take a look around the casino but then comes back to the chaos that is his desk after

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The bi-hair-colored man entered his office quietly. It was quite dark, as the sun already started to set some time ago. He wondered what you, his lovely s/o, were doing at the moment as you insisted on staying in the main room earlier during your small talk with Sigma after spotting him walking around.

Upon laying his eyes on his desk once he got close enough, Sigma noticed that some things were moved around. The paper that he was writing on before got moved up by 8 centimeters, exactly 2 papers from the right got moved to the far left of the desk, in exchange, 3 papers from the left got moved to the place the 2 papers from the right were in before, he also had 3 files on his desk before, but now there was  5, and none of them being the 2 that were there before.

The reason behind that wasn’t hard to guess.

“You still here, dear?”

But it also wasn’t hard to guess that you stayed close by.

“Of course!” The response came with you appearing behind him, and together with a light tickling feeling on his neck.

…He had to start his work all over again.

…At least you brought cookies though.

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ཐིཋྀ You don’t surprise him TOO much, due to you wanting to let him work, however, that doesn't mean that you scaring him isn't a regular occurrence.

ཐིཋྀ Just got done talking with someone and had plans to go back to the office? You’re standing right behind him, causing him to jump.

ཐིཋྀ That one file he thought he lost? You coincidentally know where it is completely not where it’s supposed to be

ཐིཋྀ He woke up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom? What the fuck is that shadow in the corner on the way back? it’s you who woke up

ཐིཋྀ You scare the workers of the casino as well by accident most of the time😭

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He was just trying to comb his hair, but no, of course, his comb was not where it was meant to be, and of course, the spare one was missing as well.

His stuff had been going missing before being found in the most random places possible. Sigma didn’t want to assume his beloved was at fault, but at the same time, this was happening way too much lately.

His heels? Moved from the hallway to the kitchen.

The glass of water he left on the counter? Found in his office, once he got there.

Once, all of his hairbands went missing, and he found every single one of them placed around in books, folders, cabinets, and even under papers he left on his desk.

The bi-colored-haired man decided to speak up with a slightly louder tone, in case you were somewhere in a farther corner of the apartment.

“[Name]?”

“Yes, cotton?”

He decided to ignore that he jumped a little at your surprise entrance behind him. Should’ve expected you wouldn’t use the door.

“Do you know where my comb is?”

A hum came from you. “No. Why do you ask?”

“Can’t find it. Thought you would know.”

“Going into assuming right away, aren’t we?”

It’s not that the man doesn’t trust you, but you’ve done little tricks like this so many times that no one could blame him if they tried. The teasing tone in your voice didn't help the situation.

“Can you blame me?”

“...No.”

“...You have it, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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Sigma doesn’t mind, it’s a part of your personality, but he would really appreciate if you stopped moving his stuff around. That would certainly help.

Notes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated

* 'Dorogaya' means love/sweetheart in Russian if the translator I used didn't fail me ;-;

[flightfoot]

Marinette Completed Angst Fic Reclist

I know some people really like this genre, so I figured I'd make a list for it! These will obviously all be completed, and none of them will be bashing fics, and PLEASE don't rec any fics on this post that are bashing fics, I don't want to see them.

Some of these will have my own commentary about the fic attached to it, for if I've put them on a previous reclist where I had that commentary written out. But a lot of the older fics won't.

For a fic to count for this, the angst Marinette goes through can't just be her being upset about what someone else is going through, though the angst of the fic doesn't only need to be hers, so long as she has her own angst which is a decently prominent part of the fic.

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one does not love breathing by @wackus-bonkus-maximus

All of Paris watched as Hawkmoth murdered Chat Noir, taking the Black Cat Miraculous for himself. Ladybug swears revenge, but her enemy—and every miraculous in his possession—disappear without a trace.

Six years later, a new team of villains launches an attack for the last remaining Miraculous: Volpina, armed with new powers; Queen Bee, with questionable loyalty; Argos, the new holder of the Peacock Miraculous; and Cat Walker, who Ladybug hates the most.

Takes place after S4 - Strike Back.

This is a simply phenomenal fic. You get to explore a lot of different perspectives, like Felix, Kagami, Marinette, and Adrien’s, just to name a few, and see their different thought processes and plans and priorities, and how it can cause their plans to collide with each other, even when they all ultimately are aiming for a good outcome for everyone. The characters are pretty complex and can mess up at times, even when they’re doing things (or not doing things, looking at you Luka) with the best of intentions. It was a joy to read and a real nail-biter the whole time, I actually wrote a fic for it halfway through just to resolve some of the tension for myself, One Does Not Love Shadows.

It also features the version of Luka I’ve connected best with to date, as he feels like Luka, but also is a lot more fleshed out, and can make some major errors while simply trying to avoid missteps. It’s helped me get a better handle on a character who I’ve generally had a lot of problems with really understanding.

It is an M-rated fic, though I think Wackus is being overly cautious on that front. There’s no sexual content and I wouldn’t put the violence or gore above a T-rating, so I wouldn’t let the rating scare you off.

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you don’t even know me at all (but I was made for loving you) by @ladyofthenoodle

They didn’t remember each other. The hospital told them there’d been an accident—brain damage—but Alya had told them the truth, later. Who’d they’d been to each other. What they’d given up, and why. But even with their memories of each other gone, Adrien and Marinette are still inextricably tied together—by law, by their social circles, and by their hearts. And in the apartment they share, there’s only one bed.

Yep, it’s the “there was only one bed” trope XD! I especially love how it was used here, how Adrien and Marinette are strangers now but they had a whole life together, and they pine for each other even without remembering, and how Marinette just can’t believe how in love with her Adrien is even though he doesn’t remember her. I loved the emotional turmoil the two of them went through together in the fic, and the resolution, it’s great!

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fine line by @bbutterflies

“Catwalker?” Loveybug asks. “Hmm?” “Do you remember… what happened before us?” “What do you mean?” “Before we were heroes. Was there someone else?” Catwalker goes quiet for a moment. “I don’t know,” he finally says.

This is a surprisingly angsty take on the Loveybug AU. Here, since the Loveybug and Cat Walker transformations are so unnatural, they’re having negative side effects on Marinette and Adrien, causing them to be constantly exhausted and even to get amnesia the longer they continue using them.

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do you think I have forgotten about you? by @roseinaugust

Based on the song ‘About You’ by The 1975. Memory Loss. Told in alternating time lines, one leading up to and one dealing with the aftermath of Marinette relinquishing the Miracle Box and the guardianship. Marinette struggles with her life after losing her memory, though there is a persistent voice that calls to her that always seems just out of reach in her memory.

Beautiful memory loss fic here, with seeing Ladybug’s and Chat Noir’s relationship before she gave up the Miracle box, juxtaposed with the present day, when Adrien is only a stranger to her. I could really feel how Marinette was struggling with navigating these new circumstances, with her friends seeming to expect her to remember, to be who she was to them, to Adrien especially, before, and her just… not knowing whether she can do that. It’s got a happy ending though, for those who are concerned about that.

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Our Tales Are Endless (That’s Why I Tell Them) by @joonapeach

Marinette lives a simple life - one surrounded by pretty dresses, fresh macaroons, and the calming view of Paris. It’s a life she thinks she has always fit in. And yet sometimes, when a certain boy comes by her shop with a flower and a new adventurous story, she can’t help but wonder if there’s something else she’s missing.

This was a truly gorgeous story. It’s the classic “Marinette gives up the Miracle Box and loses her memories” storyline, exploring her life two years later. Even though she’s had time to heal and recover, she still feels like she’s missing something, something big. At least Adrien’s stopping by regularly to tell her stories about Ladybug and Chat Noir, even if she doesn’t understand why they resonate with her so well.

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I (Wish I) Knew You by @buggachat

University has been hard on Marinette. Making new friends and maintaining her grades is a lot easier said than done when she has to disappear at odd times to fight akumas. She's struggling, and with Alya away with family and Adrien painfully out of reach, she's never felt lonelier.

If only she could talk to someone who really understood her struggles... but it's not like Chat Noir would know anything about loneliness. Right?

Nice aged-up Ladynoir fic here! Marinette’s struggling with losing friends and lovers because of her flakiness due to her superhero activities, until at last she breaks down. Thankfully, Chat Noir’s there at least - and it soon turns out he’s got problems of his own that he’s been hiding.

There’s some fluff and angst, it’s mostly just the two of them navigating life, dealing with their feelings and talking things out.

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If I Let Myself Love You by @uptoolateart

It’s hard to be a normal girl with a normal life when your mother has terminal cancer. And when fashion model Adrien Agreste moves back to Paris and wants to be Marinette’s friend – or maybe even more – her life is turned upside down again.

How can she risk opening her heart to love when her whole world is falling apart? Especially when Adrien is hiding a dark secret of his own….

- COMPLETE FIC – updates on Sundays

*** No kwamis AU - 100% Adrinette. About half of it is fluffy and half heavy. Please read tags for trigger warnings. ***

This fic can be rough, definitely pay attention to the tags. There’s no villains in this story, it mostly centers around themes of dealing with illness - both being sick and having a loved one who’s terminally ill - and death, grieving someone who’s lost, and how difficult that can be. It can get pretty gut-wrenching at times, especially as you slowly discover more layers of what’s really going on, what both Adrien and Marinette are hiding, both from others and from themselves in order to help cope with their circumstances. But they still move forwards together, regardless.

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Between the Heavens and the Embers by @readersmoon

Everyone in Paris remembers the fateful night of January 16, when the city was attacked by the most powerful and destructive akuma ever created. The assault, which lasted for hours, resulted in the death of 439 people.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was among the casualties.

Years later, Adrien hasn't been able to move on, haunted by the memories of her broken body. So, when the opportunity to leave Paris for a while presents itself, he doesn't hesitate. But this trip might end up giving him more than he ever dreamt of.

This is a fantastic fic, though a serious and a dark one - make sure to mind the tags, and it’s M-rated for a reason. Vee - or rather, Marinette - is going through a horror story here. Imagine finding out that your life is a lie, that everyone you thought you could trust was manipulating you, that you were just being continually gaslit for years. 

As for Adrien, Alya, and Nino... well, none of them took Marinette’s “death” all that well, especially Adrien. Finding out that she’s been alive all this time, in these horrible circumstances, and they had no clue... it’s hard on them as well.

I love how this fic goes into how much trauma everyone has even after the immediate danger’s dealt with, you don’t just walk off this kind of experience, especially with how many years this lasted.

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in case you don’t know me tomorrow by @thelibraryloser:

“We live in a crazy world where pieces of our lives can be erased like they never even happened. I just wanted to memorize this moment so… so I could keep it, if that makes sense.”

Adrien’s heart gave a little flutter. She wanted to keep this moment, meeting him. She wanted to keep… him.

“I understand exactly what you mean.“

In a world that has created a way to selectively delete memories, no moment is truly safe. So how do you hold on to something when the memory of it is gone? And how do you keep fighting for someone when you’re the only one who remembers?

This is a SEVERELY underrated fic. It’s got some shades of “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” in the world, though the plot is very different - the memory erasure ain’t willing. 

Basically, the first few chapters are establishing Adrien’s and Marinette’s romance, and then the rest of the fic is dealing with Gabriel being an absolute DICK and using any means at his disposal to break them apart. It’s fantastic and I highly recommend reading it!

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hella enchanted by @xiueryn:

Years ago, Marinette’s father died and she was left with her awful stepmother. With magic forcing her to obey every command, she lived as a servant and gave up hope. When a man appears, searching for the very fairy that blessed her, Marinette decides to give life one more try. AU.

(a different ella enchanted au.)

Even though it’s a one-shot this one is pretty long, clocking in at over 30k words. Absolutely worth a shot, though. The first third is basically Marinette dealing with being pushed around because of her “blessing”, and the other two-thirds is just some adorable fluff of her and Adrien touring the country together. 

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Echoes of You by kittinoir

In the day time, she's Marinette - a normal girl, with a normal life. A normal girl, with a normal life. A normal girl, with... Not Season 4 Compliant; please, no spoilers

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balancing act by fictionalinfinity

“Besides, being Ladybug always came first. It came before school, friends, and sometimes even family. Now it had to come before her health. Marinette had a duty to Paris. She wouldn’t let them down.” Or, being both Ladybug and the Guardian starts to take its toll on Marinette. - the epilepsy au literally no one asked for

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Some Days by @merrygreenie

Some days are worse, and others are a little better, little by little and day by day. Marinette Dupain-Chen is learning how to live her new normal after living in confinement and being tortured by Hawkmoth. She is thankful to have her friends and family to support her. And a very special Chat who loves her very much. *This story contains scenes of violence and torture this is a whump fic*

This fic has some great angst, but be warned, it's not kidding about the violence and torture. Honestly, it should probably be rated M instead of Teen, given that while the fic mostly takes place after Marinette escapes and while she's recovering, we do get a detailed flashback to her torture.

[davenportia]

lab rats, if it was not produced by disney, or at least not disney xd (maybe netflix or disney+) would have been a much better show. bryan and chris did a great job with what they had but unfortunately were working for disney. if you’re following my insta, you heard me talking about this on my story yesterday, but i’m going to try to type it all out here. trigger warning, trauma, abuse, and deaths. i will also do another warning right before the topic is brought up. here we go

time: i am aware that disney shows whether channel or xd only have a certain amount of time for table reads, filming, editing, and then airing. for a show especially like liv and maddie, they REALLY didn’t have time as dove had to film everything twice. disney episodes, unless a special episode, are usually between 24-30 minutes. but it’s so annoying how everything gets solved so fast. the laugh tracks (i am very used to them but i am aware that people find them annoying). it’s not very realistic that way. now to swiftly move to the next topic, scripts and reality

scripts and reality: even a show like fuller house on netflix, which also only had 24-30 minute episodes, had a more realities script. disney said “tweeter, twits, facegab, e-phone, madame googoo, vuuugle” because they’re cheap, fuller house would say “new kids on the block, facebook, nintendo, hamilton, pippin” ACTUALLY NAMES OF things. even outside of that, they talked like normal people would. in a disney show, something would go wrong, they would cut to commercial break, then come back and say “i can’t believe you ____! how are we going to fix this?!” NO ONE talks like that except for disney characters. whyyyy

characters:

adam; he was the token dumb character and honestly, not a nice person. i know that disney always has sassy characters but adam was just rude and didn’t have a filter. there should have been more to his character. maybe he would have had some sort of special interest like dez from austin and ally. dez was dumb but had his sweet moments and was a really good filmmaker and director. all adam seems to do is make fun of others and use his super strength. he should have been more useful outside of his bionics. had some sort of personality other than being dumb.

bree, trigger warning - drinking? ; bree, desperately wanting to be a normal teenager, would have gone crazy with partying. literally in the first episode, she said she was close to getting a curfew she was going to break. she wanted to be rebellious from the first episode. bree would have been one of those teens that either did not want to grow up or wanted to grow up too fast. she may have even been a bit of a rebel in school. not too bad, but like getting detention sometimes. once she grew out of that phase possibly, she would have had an identity crisis. and yes, i mean that kind. she was not straight. there’s no way. she should have struggled with her sexuality. maybe even a potential love interest that was a girl. i mean, considering she was the only girl besides tasha, there should have been some sort of identity issues with her.

chase; chase probably could have been explored the most. disclaimer, i promise i am not being biased by saying that; i just know him the best out of all the characters. chase is the smartest man in the world and in my opinion, was way too sane. katie from alexa and katie would get overwhelmed thinking about high school and college and would have panic attacks. chase was stressed out a lot and probably should have had panic attacks. and it pains me to say that because the last thing i want is for him to have mental health problems but it’s very realistic that he would have struggled with anxiety and panic attacks. additionally, i have seen a lot of people say this, i could see him being autistic. i don’t think he is, but if someone were to confirm it somehow, i would totally see it. i could see him being overstimulated and like how he jumps up and down when he’s excited? that could be him stimming. also, i’ve always wondered this, isn’t it painful to use his bionic eye? i feel like i would get headaches. and then all the apps he has? commando app (i will talk about spike momentarily), magnetism app, override app (no pressure??), internal hard drive, laser bow, molecular kinesis, super senses, levitation (which was only used once wtf), and obviously, super intelligence. think about how overwhelming that is, and they called him WEAK? bro was holding the team together. even if he weren’t autistic, he should have gotten overstimulated more.

follow up- spike; i’m going to be incredibly contradictory here but just bare with me. what the fuck did spike even do? he just caused destruction and distress for chase. when chase was nervous, mad, or embarrassed, he came out, but only when the episode revolved around him. i understand davenport’s intentions: remove the flight part of fight or flight, but why did he make him so angry? and also, i think that’s a bit insulting to chase, as if saying he’s too weak to handle himself. ugh, the very little he did was just useless. i wish we had gotten more of him and that he had had a bigger role. he was written terribly and never came out when he really should have come out. leo’s jam, trent gets schooled, rise of the secret soldiers, bionic rebellion, space colony, and the attack episode are all examples of where spike could have come out because chase was embarrassed or upset. also chase clearly didn’t like spike being a part of him. why did davenport never realize this and remove him when not only does chase not like him but also, he was doing anything but help chase.

leo- trigger warning, mentions of divorce, abuse, possible death; did the writers forget the literal first scene of the show? his mom literally got remarried. what happened to leo’s dad? did they get a divorce. did leo’s dad die? was he abusive? was he not around? so many questions. and we know they were married because leo excitedly said “my 𝐧𝐞𝐰 dad is batman!” so it’s not like tasha and leo’s biological father had a baby but were never married. in ‘can i borrow the helicopter?’ leo confides in davenport about his crush on janelle and he told tasha, which leo was upset about, but he had the opportunity to be more upset than he was. maybe his old dad never would have done that. maybe he’s used to it so he wasn’t as upset but he never thought davenport would have done that to him. he also forgave him way too fast (again, fast-paced episodes😒). he also should’ve had a harder time adapting to gaining 3 siblings after being an only child his whole life. i mean, even chase - who already had a brother - had a hard time gaining even on sibling. other than familial life and possible trauma leo could have had, i don’t have much to say about the character. he was written pretty well and had some awesome lines

i’m going to make a part 2 so stay tuned!

[tamelee]

i just saw a posts about novels that went like

sarada told sasuke he has lipstick stain, sasuke tries to wipes it off and she says he doesn't have one and sakura doesn't wear lipstick.

how do they defend this novels with their lives? it confirms sasuke never kisses sakura and doesn't know if she wears lipstick or not and kisses someone else who wears lipstick. it also confirms naruto likes to wear lipstick XD.

Please. These novels are ridiculous. Kishimoto already confirmed they’ve never kissed in Gaiden. Twice. 

(* something nicer = meant the forehead poke)

Though I wouldn't believe anyone if they said they actually like these novels, because the story (or lack thereof) is complete shit, but it’s fine if they do. A good story isn't the intention unfortunately. I genuinely wish that people understood what exactly it is they are defending. I’m writing a post for someone who asked something regarding canon, but I need to take brakes from it because it pisses me off that this happens constantly to franchises— not just Naruto. 

And in this case it’s even worse, or perhaps it’s just a prime example, because Jun Esaka (writer for some of these novels) made such a fool of herself on twt by making it all too obvious what her intentions were by writing them. (If it wasn’t already obvious.) First, when people pointed out the many flaws, she admitted that it’s “just her story” and “just her interpretation” (she had only read 'Naruto' for the first time a few months before that), but when other ss-shippers started to defend her and said she was a better writer than Kishimoto (as there’s 0 love between SS when he writes), she basked in that glory and went along with it. Even to the point that she completely disrespected Kishimoto, the story, the craft, openly made fun of other characters (mostly Hinata) and ships like NH and demanded her other novels to be animated as well. It’s unprofessional af. And then when fans asked her for a nsfw novel for SS she agreed and told them to harass the company about it. (She didn’t say ‘harass’ exactly, but come on you can’t be that dense given their reputation with staff.)

What are they defending? 

How can you defend anything when the motive is so obviously just personal bias/gain and/or financial profit to a company where both in this case don’t give a shit about the original story. It's not about shipping though, it happens all the damn time to all my favorite franchises and I'm genuinely sick of it. And it's not even about a writer writing about what they want either because I already expected that, but Esaka did her absolute best to try and disprove the bond between Naruto and Sasuke and change narratives completely even for individual cases for the sake of telling her "story". SNS-moments weren’t romantic to her and she quite literally made fun of it by copying them in her story to point out its "irrelevance", but give them to her het-ship and now all of a sudden it is romantic???? She basically calls Kishimoto a liar because ‘Sasuke Retsuden’ in particular is a direct response to ‘Gaiden’ (made by Kishimoto). She blatantly tried to disprove anything he said and indicated about her ship. She wrote about characters that, yes, have the same name as those in ‘Naruto’, but are so out of character it hurts. It took me months to recover my lost braincells. 

I don't think my post about it is still up, but to name a few things in that novel if you're interested: Sasuke resents Naruto and his test-tube daughter because he’d rather travel with Sakura, his wife whom he loves so much. But he has to do stuff just because Hokage Naruto said so and his daughter wants to stay in Konoha so he has no choice but to comply. Being apart from his wife-(did we mention he loves her so much? because he does. so much.)- makes him feel so very lonely and he misses her body so much because he knows it so well. He fails to do anything other than being jealous about the women-deprived prisoners going after the new hot doctor, Sakura, who is his wife btw. that he loves a lot in case you missed it. and he rather stares at trees that remind him of her than helping his friend Naruto who’s apparently dying from his own chakra or whatever kind of bs. Sasuke lets himself be bullied by prison-guards that aren’t even Shinobi, for having long hair and looking like a girl, though Esaka makes sure to mention how so very handsome he is and he looks like a cat. Sasuke loses a battle against an overgrown lizard and tries the same damn jutsu 4 times(!!!!) before realizing it may actually not work, I think because he forgot how to fight, but he can however create anything from ice like Elsa (Frozen), or from dirt like some Gaara-hybrid to make Sakura a ring because he loves her so much ofc… oh and he’s now a healer too. Sasuke sacrifices people’s lives even when it’s not necessary at all bc ig Esaka thinks he's a killer, and also he wouldn’t mind being brought back with Edo Tensei if it means he can stay with Sakura, because fuck everything they’ve been through in the original story, yeah? They also immediately forgive the bad guy cuz he's so relatable even though he just murdered I dunno how many people. SS kiss while an injured Naruto is squished in between them because SS-shippers have some sort of “Naruto has to watch our ship being in love to really make it legit because that’ll learn him for getting in between!”-kink (that's real actually) and according to Esaka, Sasuke is so worried about his daughter and in fact did meet up with them during those 10+ years because he loves them oh-so-much and fuck you Kishimoto that’s why. 

Be so fr right now. It’s such a joke. And these are just the few things on the top of my head that I remembered ;-; ...

Again, what are they defending exactly? It would be nice to just have a genuine fan of the story write an actual story. No other motive other than "I really like the story and would love to explore some options while respecting Kishimoto's work because it'd be fun!" Except, that's unfortunately not very marketable and ffs it's just sad. (I know there's a Kakashi version and I personally really want to know more about his role as Hokage and what he's done etc, but alas.)

[skyward-floored]

How did Malon get her brand scar? 🥺 (Downfall IAU)

- hero-of-the-wolf

You are so good at poking my brain in just the right way to make me want to write things Wolf (...or Emmie? I just looked at your blog and realize you go by that skhjhsfjkhkld) and I couldn't resist again. writing a little fic was easier than just explaining it all XD

This is set like... further back-ish. Time is probably still alive though, and Twilight and Legend are younger. Aside from that... vague. lol.

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“I’m sure you know why you’re here, Malanya.”

A glare was all Dark got in return from the woman in front of his desk, her hair falling in her face. It was coated in nearly as much dirt and animal hair as the rest of her was, and there was a streak of blood across her cheek. She looked exhausted, and Dark was certain she still had a fair amount of adrenaline coursing through her based on the faint tremble in her limbs, but none of that really concerned him.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything in your defense?” he asked after several moments had dragged by.

“You’ve already decided I’m guilty, I don’t see the point,” Malanya finally said, voice short.

“Try me. I’m curious as to why we caught you breaking into a restricted area, and seemingly doing nothing but releasing animals that are government property,” he said, crossing his arms behind his head as he leaned back. “Alone, at that. Unless... those other footprints we found weren’t actually more of your own?”

Some of the color leeched from Malanya’s face, but her expression stayed remarkably level.

“And... it’s strange, too, but some workers seem to be missing after the events of tonight. Let’s see... Romani, I think was one of their names?”

More color gone.

Dark hummed, rather amused by the situation she’d landed herself in. He knew full-well what Malanya’s goal had been on this mission of hers— both goals, in fact. But he enjoyed making her squirm. It was nice to exercise some of the power he’d painstakingly built face-to-face sometimes.

Especially towards the wife of the man he had personal beef with.

Oh if only I could be there to see his face after this.

He'd been trying to catch her or her husband in incriminating circumstances for years now, and she'd practically dropped this in his lap. She'd been sloppy, Dark could only assume because her cousins had been involved, and now he was reaping the rewards.

And the perfect opportunity to show why I shouldn't be crossed.

“Do you have anything to say in your defense now?” he asked, and Malanya regained some of the fire in her eyes.

“I don’t know about missing workers, but I do know you weren’t using those animals for anything except cruelty,” she spat, eyes blazing. “I could hear them crying out every time I went past, and I refused to let them suffer any longer. Do what you want with me, but I don’t regret freeing them.”

“Dangerous words,” Dark said, smirking at her. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want us to punish you.”

Malanya went silent again.

Dark let out a theatrical sigh, and glanced at the guards holding her, then back at her face.

“I think a lesson in obedience is necessary here,” he said in a soft voice. “Though... the punishment has the potential to be lightened, if you decide to tell us about any partners you may have had helping you.”

“There was no one else,” Malanya said smoothly. And Dark almost would have been inclined to believe her if there hadn’t been just enough evidence pointing to the contrary.

But he was willing to be gracious. If this was what she wanted, who was he to deny it to her?

“If you were the sole instigator, that would mean a much harsher punishment,” he said in a low voice. “I’m afraid an action like this is simply something we can’t ignore.”

Malon raised her chin, and looked him in the eye, her blues as fiery as her hair.

“I was the only one involved.”

Dark couldn’t help his chuckle, and he stood, walking around to her side where she couldn’t easily see him. “I see once again why Link married you. You know, your fire is something I’ve always admired, I’ll admit.”

He leaned close to her ear for his next words, and reveled in the way she flinched from his breath on her skin.

“We’ll see what he thinks of the mark this earned you.”

Her eyes went wide, and Dark smirked at the slight hitch in her breath.

“Yes. Normally you’d be imprisoned for a period of time, or sent to a work camp for a while for an action of this caliber, but I think a branding will serve as a much better warning. And reminder, in case the idea of doing this again ever happens to cross your mind. It sends a much stronger message to everyone, don't you think?”

“You don’t have the authorization to carry that out,” she breathed, and Dark grinned.

“No? Didn’t you know? I’ve been promoted again,” he said, watching in delight as her expression fell. “I’m now the head of the entire Department of Superhero Surveillance and Inspection."

He leaned in so close to her face that he was only inches away from Malon’s nose.

“Which means I control your entire life.”

“You won’t keep getting away with this,” she said in a voice so quiet he barely heard it. Her face was definitely pale now, with a glimmer of fear shining in the blue, and even the guards had exchanged glances when Dark had mentioned her punishment.

Which was exactly how he wanted it.

"Nothing's stopped me yet," he smiled in response, and poked her nose, just to see her flinch. "Dismissed. You know where to take her."

Malanya struggled as she was lifted to her feet by the guards, but it was halfhearted, as if she knew it was pointless. That or her exhaustion had finally caught up to her, but Dark didn't care much about which it was as she was dragged away.

He was too busy imaging the look on Link's face when he heard and saw what had happened to his beloved wife.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Bad Liar (Chapter Five) - Fred Weasley

A/N: ahhhh xD I have no idea how this turned out! I hope you guys like it though :D

Prompt List

Warnings: Adrian Pucey, I think that’s it xD let me know if I missed anything though

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)  

Your name: submit What is this?

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Bad Liar

Did all my dreams never mean one thing? Does happiness lie in a diamond ring? Oh, I've been asking Oh, I've been asking for problems, problems, problems

“(Y/N), are you listening to me?”

“Huh?” you were snapped out of your thoughts and looked back to your friend. “Uh- y-yes” you insisted.

“Really? What was I talking about?” Angelina smirked.

“Um… about… the Yule Ball” you tried.

“Lucky guess” she glared at you. “Merlin, could you be more in love with him?” she laughed.

“W-what?” you asked, nervously. How does she know?

“Fred! You can’t stop staring at him” Katie intervened. Right, you’re ‘dating’, so nothing seems out of the ordinary to them. “I think is so sweet” she smiled.

“Yes, you look so much happier with him than you ever did with Cedric” Angelina added.

“Really?” you asked, smiling a little.

“Yes! Fred treats you like you’re the only thing that matters to him” Katie told you.

“That’s not true” you said, feeling your cheeks burn before you felt a small paper ball hit you on the head. You turned to see where it came from and saw Fred smiling at you from the other side of the classroom. Fred looked back at Professor Snape to make sure he wasn’t looking and then he started motioning to you so you would get his message. He pointed at you, then he made a stupid little dance, and then he pointed at himself, mouthing the words: ‘You. Ball. Me.’ You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help to laugh a little and nodded at him. “Yes” you nodded with a big smile that Fred returned before winking at you. “What?” you asked looking back at your friends who had their eyebrows raised at you.

“You were saying?” Katie smirked.

“Shut up!” you insisted, relieved when Professor Snape released the class and you all made your way to the Gryffindor Tower. It wasn’t long before Fred caught up with you and your friends.

“Hi, sweetheart” Fred said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “I got this for you” he said, placing two chocolate chip cookies.

“Oi! Those were mine!” you heard the faint voice of Ron not so far from you.

“Thank you, Freddie” you smiled, kissing his cheek.

“What were you ladies talking about?” he asked, holding your hand and you closer to him.

“Nothing-” you started.

“Actually” Angelina interrupted you. “We were talking about how cute you two are” she smirked at you too and you rolled your eyes.

“Why, thanks, Angie” Fried smiled, kissing your forehead and smiling dreamily at you. “I believe so” he stated. “Don’t you, darling?”

“O-of course” you chuckled nervously as you finally reached the room where you had to wait for Professor McGonagall.

“Settle down everyone” Professor McGonagall said walking inside the room. You were standing on one side of the room with Angelina and Katie as the boys stood on the other side of the room. “Now, the Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Tri-Wizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is first and foremost… a dance” she stated as groans emerged from the boys’ side and the girls seemed a lot more excited. “Silence” Professor McGonagall continued. “The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons” she warned.

“Try saying that five times faster” George whispered to Fred making the guys laugh.

“Now, to dance is to let the body breathe, inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight” she said looking at the girls.

“Something’s about to burst out of Hilary but I don’t think it’s a swan” Ron whispered to Seamus, and they laughed.

“Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance” Professor McGonagall said glaring at Ron. “Mr. Weasley, will you be so kind to join me?”

Ron’s smile fell from his face as Professor McGonagall pulled him up to dance. You saw the faces of Harry, George, and Fred and you were trying really hard to contain your own laugh.

“Now, place your right hand on my waist” she told him.

“W-where?” Ron asked nervously.

“My waist, Mr. Weasley” Professor McGonagall repeated. Ron did as he was told and heard a wolf whistle coming from the crowd that you knew came from Fred. He turned to glare at the exact direction where he knew it came from and saw Harry trying to hide a laugh while the twins smirked at him. “Now, bend your arm. Mr. Filch” she said. Filch put on the record player and the music started. “And… one, two, three… one, two, three…” she repeated dancing around with Ron who was not having the best time of his life. Fred mocked his little brother, dancing with George as he smiled brightly at you, as you tried extremely hard not to laugh. He really loved this girl.

“Promise me you will never let him forget this” Harry leaned down to whisper to the twins.

“Never” they both said at the same time.

“Now, everybody, come together” Professor McGonagall said as she kept on dancing.

“May I have this dance, love?” Fred said, bowing in front of you, and you giggled loudly before taking his hand.

“Of course, Freddie” you said sweetly as you started dancing around the room.

“So…” he said, getting your attention. “I’ve been thinking-”

“Really? Well, that’s a first” you mocked him and he glared at you.

“Do you want to know, or not?”

“Sorry, continue” you smiled.

“Well, since this is the last Hogsmeade, I thought maybe we could… go on a date” he said, hoping you didn’t notice the blush rushing to his cheeks.

“Y-you… you want to go on a date with me?”

“Well, you know, given that… I’m your boyfriend and… we’re going to the Yule Ball and all” he chuckled. “It occurred to me that we never really had a date” he told you as you raised your eyebrow at him. “Fine! Ginny and Hermione asked me about our first date and when they found out we haven’t been in one, Ginny nearly kills me” he admitted.

“Fred, you don’t have to take me out on a date” you giggled.

“I know I don’t have to but, firstly, you deserve it. I mean I would even be a worse boyfriend than Diggory if I don’t take you out on a date” he explained.

“That’s sweet, Freddie” you smiled. “What’s the second motive?”

“Ginny terrifies me and she said she would actually kill me if I don’t” he quickly said.

“Well, I wouldn’t want her to kill my boyfriend and only prospect date for the Yule Ball” you chuckled. “So, I’d love to go on a date with you” you told him, trying as hard as you could to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he smiled brightly at you.

“Great” he said, trying to contain his own excitement. “It’s a date, then” he smiled.

“It’s a date.”

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You stood outside of Gladrags Wizardwear after you and your friends bought the perfect dresses for the Yule Ball. You were nervously waiting for Fred to arrive so the two of you could go on your first official date. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. This was Fred. your best friend since you first arrived at Hogwarts. But now, suddenly, everything had changed.

You felt butterflies every time he smiled at you. You felt your cheeks burning when he complimented you or he kissed you. You thought it was probably because your last relationship ended up being a shitshow and Fred was the first person to show you any kind of love. Even a better love than Cedric ever did. So, you decided that today you were going to rationally organize your feelings for Fred. Because you could not be in love with your best friend, right? So the only logical thing to do is to take feelings out of this and just, think about it instead.

“Hey, love” you heard that beautiful voice behind you. Okay, this may be harder than you thought.

“Hi, Freddie” you smiled, turning around and smiling at him.

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” he asked, taking off his scarf and placing it around your neck. And here come the stupid butterflies.

“W-well, I was just waiting for you” you told him. “It is chaos in there” you said, waving at the store. “There are a billion girls trying on different dresses, if you went in, you’re never coming out” you told him.

“Well, that’s very thoughtful of you” he said, holding your hand and pulling you away. “Wait, where is your bag? Did you not get a dress?”

“I did, but Angelina took it with her” you told him.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a surprise and I knew that if I had it with me you would take it out and see it” you smiled.

“That’s not-!” he started. “Okay, yeah, that does sound like me” he laughed.

“So, where are we going?” you questioned, intrigued.

“Well, don’t worry, we are not going to Madam Puddifoot’s because I know you hated your dates there with Diggory” he told you.

“Y-you remember that?”

“Of course, I do” he said as if it was nothing. “So, instead, I thought we could go to Zonko’s, Toms and Scrolls, Honeydukes, and then the Three Broomsticks” he suggested.

“Really?” you asked excitedly.

“Yeah” Fred said, getting nervous all of the sudden. “W-would you rather do something else? I knew I should have asked you, but Hermione said-”

“Fred” you stopped him, kissing his cheek. “That sounds like a great date!” you smiled.

“Yeah?” Fred smiled at you.

“Yeah” you nodded as Fred kissed your forehead.

After visiting all your favorite Hogsmeade spots, you were now sitting in a booth at the Three Broomsticks and Fred brought two butterbeers to the table. Your nerves quickly faded away with Fred. Because this was still Fred. He was still your best friend. And you were now 100% sure that you were in love with him.

“So… all of the sweets are to make you ill?” you asked as Fred explained to you his latest invention with George while the two of you ate your Honeydukes candy. The Skiving Snackbox.

“Yes, not seriously ill, just ill enough to get you out of a class when you feel like it. They're double-ended, color-coded chews. If you eat the orange half of the Puking Pastilles, you throw up. Moment you've been rushed out of the lesson for the hospital wing, you swallow the purple half which restores you to full fitness, enabling you to pursue the leisure activity of your own choice during an hour that would otherwise have been devoted to unprofitable boredom. That's what we're putting in the adverts, anyway. So far we have Fainting Fancies, Fever Fudge, Nosebleed Nougat, and Puking Pastilles” he said, happily.

“Freddie, those sound brilliant!” you said, munching on a Sugar Quill. “You and George are really geniuses, you know that, right?”

“I think you’re probably the only person who’s ever called us that, love” he chuckled, eating another Chocolate Frog.

“I’m pretty sure I won’t be the last” you smiled, sitting closer to him. “Um… Freddie?”

“Yeah?”

You felt your heart beating a bit faster when he smiled at you, with a bit of foam on his upper lip and you cleaned it with your napkin. You wanted to tell him.

“I uh-” you wanted to say that you loved him and that you wanted this to be your first actual date. But instead, something else came out. “I have to go to the bathroom” you chickened out. “I’ll be right back” you smiled nervously, getting out of the booth.

Fred sighed, hoping that he hadn’t made anything weird. He had actually been looking forward to today all week. Well, if he was being honest, longer than that. A lot longer. He thought he might just see where you stood with him after a date and maybe he would get the courage to tell you that he wanted this to be your actual first date. Everything had been perfect so far, and he had been dying to kiss you since he picked you up in front of Gladrags Wizardwear.

“Well, isn’t this sweet?”

Fred was snapped out of his thoughts when a very unpleasant, yet familiar voice sat on the booth in front of him.

“What do you want, Pucey?”

“Relax, Weasel, I come in peace” he said, grabbing one of your Sugar Quills and Fred glared at him. “My bad, Weasley” he corrected with a smirk. “Sorry, force of habit. But, I do come in peace-”

“I seriously doubt that” Fred told him.

“Look, mate, I’m just looking out for you” he said, starting to eat your Sugar Quill.

“You’re looking out for me?” Fred asked with an angry chuckle.

“Yes, mate, I don’t think it’s fair, the way (Y/N)’s using you” he said.

“(Y/N)’s not using me” Fred said defensively.

“Isn’t she? Then why are you pretending to date her?”

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m not pretending. We’re in a relationship, no matter how that breaks your… well whatever it is you have instead of a heart” Fred told him.

“Uh-huh. So, that’s why she was Diggory’s treasure in the last task?”

“Look, you don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“I do, mate. She’s just going to use you until Diggory wants her back and then she’s gonna dump you” Adrian shrugged.

“That’s not true” Fred said, rolling his eyes.

“Isn’t it? Then I guess I’m wrong and the two of you are completely and madly in love” he smirked, taking a bite of the sweet.

“I really don’t get why this is any of your business or why you insist that (Y/N) and I are not dating-”

“You’re not” Adrian added.

“But, I can assure you that we are very happy with each other” Fred told him, starting to feel a bit on edge.

“That’s not what I asked you is it?” Adrian smirked. “See, I can clearly see that you’re in love with her. You have that stupid face whenever she comes near you. But, she doesn’t seem to feel the same way about you” he explained. “So, that means that this whole ‘thing’” he said, making air quotes with his fingers. “It’s until she gets bored. Dumps you, and runs back to Diggory.”

“Why the fuck would you even care? You need to leave (Y/N) alone-”

“Or what?” he snickered. “This whole ‘jealous boyfriend’ thing is not a very good color on you, Weasley” Adrian sighed.

“Is this because she hates you? Because you would probably be the last person she would date? Because you’re really not helping your case by being here and telling me all this” Fred told him.

“She doesn’t hate me. Trust me” Adrian told him, glaring at him a little.

“I think that out of the two of us, I know her pretty well” Fred said. “And believe me, she does” he smirked.

“How well do you actually know her, Weasley?” Adrian said, returning the smirk. “Because I will admit, if you are at least getting those benefits out of this, I might be just a little bit jealous” he said, noticing Fred’s cheeks and ears turning red.

“Get the fuck out of my table” Fred said, smashing his fist against the table. “I swear, Pucey, if you speak about (Y/N) like that again, I will kill you with my bare hands” he said between clenched teeth. Adrian simply smiled at Fred and stole another one of your Sugar Quills.

“Fine. I’ll leave” he said as if it was nothing. “But when she gets tired of you and runs back to Diggory, don’t say I didn’t try to warn you, Weasel” he said before getting up.

Fred took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before you came back. He didn’t want you to see him like this, even if you would probably notice something was wrong like you did whenever he was upset. I can clearly see that you’re in love with her. But, she doesn’t seem to feel the same way about you. He hated to admit it but, Adrian was probably right. Not about the part of you using him, of course, he had agreed to do this with you. But what was going to happen once this whole thing was over? He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He wasn't sure if he would be able to just go back to being your friend. But what was he supposed to do? You didn’t love him back. Probably worse than Adrian being right, George was right. All along. He kept saying that this was the worst idea but he still did it. And now, he wasn’t sure how to out. Because he didn’t want to get out. But he knew you would.

“Hey” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts and sitting down next to him again. “Sorry I took so long, there was a line” you lied. You were trying to think of the best way to tell Fred that you were in love with him. But now his mood seemed to have shifted. “Is… everything okay?”

“Yeah” Fred quickly said, clearing his throat. But you could tell he was lying.

“Are you sure? You seem upset-”

“I’m fine, (Y/N)” he insisted. (Y/N). Not ‘love’ as he usually called you. Even more, now that the two of you were dating. You knew he was hiding something. Which was what really worried you. Fred never lied to you. “I’m gonna get something else to drink, okay?” he asked, getting up and walking away before you could respond.

“O-okay” you said, deflated. Maybe today wasn’t the best day to tell him after all.

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“I’m in love with Fred!”

“BLOODY HELL!” George jumped, sitting up on his bed. “What the fuck, (Y/N)? What if I had been naked?”

“I would have been scarred for life! Did you hear what I just said!”

“You can’t just barge in on me like that! What if I was taking a huge dump!”

“Well, you weren’t!”

“But what if I was?”

“Then, gross! Did you fucking hear what I said!”

“Yes, yes. You’re in love with Fred” he rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry to dump this on you, it’s just… well, everyone else thinks I’m already in love with him, you know? And now I am and I don’t know what to do! I didn’t see this coming!”

“Really? You didn’t think that pretending to date someone, holding hands, hugging, and kissing as much as you two do would make you develop feelings for him?”

“No…” you insisted but George glared at you. “Okay, fine! You were right! You said one of us would end up falling for the other and those feelings would not be reciprocated and IT HAPPENED!” you said, freaking out. “I’m the one! I’m the one who fell for Fred and now I don’t know what to do!”

“(Y/N), calm down. You’re overreacting!” he laughed.

“OVERREACTING?! No! George, I fucked up! We promised we wouldn’t do this! What am I supposed to do now? I can’t be with Fred anymore, but I also don’t want to break up with him because… well, I do want to be with him! But that’s not fair to him! That would be extremely selfish of me so… what do I do now?”

“Well… you could… tell him how you feel?” George suggested.

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Or… or, I don’t tell him and then I save myself from embarrassment when he rejects me!” you said, slapping his arm.

“So what is your plan then, to fake date him until he falls in love with you?”

“Do you think that could work?”

“(Y/N), this is ridiculous! Just talk to him and sort this out so you can both admit that you love each other and stop driving me crazy!” he snapped, widening his eyes when he realized what he had just said. He hoped he was wrong, but the look on your face told him that he had just fucked up.

“What did you just say?” you asked nervously.

“Uh... um... n-nothing! I said nothing at all!” he panicked.

“George!”

“I just said that you should tell Fred that you love him-!”

“No, no, no.... the, um, the... love 'each other' part?”

“E-each other? I don’t recall saying anything about each other-”

“Oh, Merlin!” you gasped. “Fred- Fred’s in love with me?”

“Did I- uh? Did I say that? I don’t think I’ve said that!”

“George!”

“Alright, fine! You two are a couple of idiots that are ridiculously in love with each other and are too idiots to notice!”

“W-well, what else did he say? I mean, does he… want to go out with me? R-really? Not this fake thing we’ve been doing?”

“Well, given that he's desperately in love with you, he probably wouldn't mind getting a cup of coffee or something!”

“George, this is serious!”

“Look, if Fred finds out that I told you this, he’s going to kill me!”

“If you don’t tell me what you know, I’ll kill you!” you smiled sweetly at him.

“Fine” he sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“How long has Fred been in love with me?”

“Probably since the day we met you on the Hogwarts Express, but he admitted it to me a few years ago” he said. “You didn’t really notice? You’re the only one he lets call him ‘Freddie’” he said.

“That’s not true, you call him Freddie!”

“Yes, whenever I make fun of you!”

“W-well, why didn’t he ever say anything to me?”

“Why do you think, (Y/N)? For the exact same reason you were just freaking out about him finding out you love him” he explained. ���He didn’t want to make things weird between you two” he told you. “That’s also why he kind of distanced himself from you when you were dating Diggory” he said, rolling his eyes a little.

“Oh, Merlin” you said, sitting on one of the desks. “Then… w-why did he agree to pretend to date me? Now I feel horrible” you told him.

“See, this is why I said it was a bad idea. I just…” he sighed. “I didn’t want him to get hurt because I knew the more time he would spend with you, the more he would fall for you. I must admit though, you falling in love with him was a plot twist” he smirked.

“Shut up!” you glared at him. “Wait, so… this is a good thing!”

“What is?”

“I love Fred and he loves me so… I just have to talk to him so we can be together… but you know, seriously this time” you told him.

“Really?” he glared at you. “That’s the first thing I told you to do and you yelled at me and you slapped my arm!”

“Well, that was before I knew Fred loved me too!”

“Okay, so… now you know” he smirked. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

“That’s a good question! I mean, I’m gonna tell him, but how should I tell him?”

“For Merlin’s sake! Just walk over to him and tell him!”

“What if I do it at the Yule Ball? Don’t you think that would be romantic?”

“Sure, whatever ends this conversation” George said, exasperated.

“George!” you glared at him.

“What do you want me to say?” he laughed.

“Okay, that’s fair” you sighed. “I’ll tell him at the Yule Ball. I’ve decided” you smiled.

“Brilliant” he smiled, trying to be supportive.

“Just, do me a favor?”

“What’s that, love?”

“Don’t tell Fred” you told him.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

“George! I promise I will tell him!”

“Okay!”

“I’m not joking, George. You have to pinky promise me!”

“Fine!” he said, sticking out his pinky. “I pinky promise!”

“You know that this is bigger than an unbreakable vow, right?”

“How is this big than an unbreakable vow? If you break an unbreakable vow you die!”

“Yeah, but if you break my pinky promise, I will kill you in a much more painful way than any unbreakable vow ever could” you said staring at him dead in the eyes. “Got it, Weasley?” you asked, glaring at him and George tried to not look as nervous as he actually was.

“G-got it!”

To Be Continued

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[Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4]

A/N: ahhh so what do you think? part 6?! xD I think this story has two or three chapters tops left, depending on the inspo I have (if you have any suggestions for more, my inbox is always open :D)

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[c00kiesart]

BANG BANG BANG you should tell me about your mha OCs, I like the art you draw of them I just don't know enough (about MHA in general or your charas specifically) to ask questions so. Grabby hands. Your infodumps, magister?

‼️INFO DUMP UNDERNEATH‼️

Bestie you’ve been around since my constructicon days I appreciate you still sticking around this far xD let’s start with the most infamous aspect about MHA

The quirks. Quirks in mha are basically powers that come with drawbacks, lending what I believe is a rather unique portrayal of superhuman powers in media! And anyone can have them, even the ones that don’t choose the hero course! You can even give these powers fun names! The customization of it all is what makes MHA so fun for OC making! Speaking of, let’s go into these OCS quirks shall we?

Up first is my best buddy @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves OC Kokomo kiri! Her quirk is titled nightmare noms! She can eat people’s nightmares and create convincing illusions via smoke out of her mouth, using dreams as her fuel she can trick your senses, Can even make you fall asleep by making direct eye contact, her eyes glow when in use but also in the dark! She has a separate stomach purely for storing nightmare fuel so she can go months without eating actual food, is it worrying? Yes, is it still useful? Also yes! Her drawback is she has severe insomnia and overuse of her quirk results in her vomiting this black sludge that if touched can raise ur anxiety, so she’s VERY adamant about people not touching her when she’s sick, or touching her hands, as they are permanently stained black.

This interesting quirk plus kiri being as. vulgar as she is, resulted in her not choosing to go down the hero path cuz she would’ve been too restricted for her liking, So she prefers making support items for hero’s instead! Working behind the scenes in her own lab and is constantly brain storming new ideas in that messy lil brain of hers, she also likes talking in metaphors a lot lol

I really do love her quirk it’s the most complex one in this bunch lol up next is my gal! Cuki kokochi! (Still workshopping that last name)

Her quirk is titled portal pockets, using the pads on her paws she can summon bright glowing portals within the fibers of fabric pockets, can’t do plastic nor paper! And she can summon as many as she wants as well as store as much as she wants! It is an ENDLESS sea of storage! The drawback though? Impossible to organize. making items very hard to find right away, the smaller items are even harder to find! But she makes up for it by being incredibly opportunistic AND getting items in bulk! Bitch heads to costo regularly. But. if she concentrates hard enough, her horns will start to glow and she’ll be able to navigate through her portals with ease. Requires a lotta concentration but she’s got it mostly down!

She and jiji somehow understand what kiri says and are her very own translators, cuki also works as a sidekick!

And this guy, our lil metal man, is Tomanari jishaku! I don’t have much for him drawing wise yet but me and Izzy got a lot of ideas for him! We actually share him lol

(The drawing is outdated obvi but I gotta show his hands!) His quirk is magnet, he has metal protrusions through his arms but the most apparent is his metal fingers with a pad on his palm (might remove that tbh it doesn’t serve much of a purpose)

With the left hand he pushes and with the right he pulls! And if he uses the both of them at the same time he can hold, or crush metal! His drawback is it’s KILLER on his nerves if he overuses it, so hand cramps galore for this poor nervous boy. If he focuses hard enough tho he can even work with smaller metals like in sand! Real earth bender here lol but he’s SUCH an anxious guy who really doubts himself, constantly requires reassurance when he gets too into his own head, it’s why he’s not his own hero and also continues to be a sidekick! He’ll get there eventually I’m sure lol

Aaand that’s all folks! If you read this far I sincerely appreciate your interest in my interest!

[kiennilove]

🌸 WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY 🌸

thanks to @jrooc for tagging me! <3

name: miah baby

age: the one where you can’t believe you’ve made it this far

shower or bath: shower! it’s faster :P but i had a proper bath in september i think. i don’t fit in the bathtub :(

weirdest snack you've had recently: not that weird, but ice cream sandwich. loved it!

favorite food right now: i have a lunchbox, divided into three parts: turkey breast, pasta with tomato and garlic sauce and a salad :P my comfort food for already like 2 months or more, can’t eat anything else. is it possible to hyperfixate on food? i can eat one thing for 6 months and any other food would feel like shit lol

favorite song this week: tommy richman — million dollar baby

what're you reading right now?

not really reading, but i’m listening to the song of achilles

first association when you hear Shameless: promotional picture for season 9 :3

random gallavich thing you have: printed my own stickers i did two years ago and put them on my laptop :p low key want to redraw them

favorite band right now: beach bunny!

do you have any holiday parties coming up?

no :(

any you actually want to go to?

no, gladly :P i don’t like parties unless they are just sitting in a cafe with friends

do you like this time of year or hate it?

it’s meh for me. i spend all the time at home anyway, but i have my birthday in january, so yay, i guess xD

favorite thing this time of year: watching sun setting early, i love winter evening sky :( reminds me of some good times i wish i could go back to

and i’m tagging…

@spookygingerr @callivich @gallapiech @mybrainismelted @deedala

@blue-disco-lights @badassfetish @gardenerian @femboymilkovich @energievie

@stocious @thepupperino @burninface @heymrspatel @doshiart

[jennyandvastraflint]

Hello love :)

I have a few flowers for you to choose from and because I like a riddle and they are very beautiful, you are getting images. Say the word and I will give you names instead, but if you choose a different prompt, I certainly won't mind, either.

You know which ships I like - there's just one of the flowers which doesn't really work for Marchingband (yellow with long stems), but, like, you could definitely find a way around that, too :)

Here they are:

Why what a wonderful idea, I loved guessing all the flowers, even if some took me a little while XD I don't know my flower names in English... (And I'm not great at identifying flowers, that should be something I could call my good friend for, the Identify spell ;) Just kidding <3)

Now, I do hope you enjoy this fic I have cooked up for you, as I have aimed to put not one but TWO of the flowers into one fic. It is unfortunately not MarchingBand, and I hope you will forgive me for that, dear... Enjoy!

Prompts: Yellow Carnation – I have failed you. Now what?; and Borage - *screams* I LOVE YOU, OKAY?!

Pairing: Thasmin (Yes well, not MarchingBand but I think you'll like this as well!), and actually also Thirteen/TARDIS and a bit of Yaz/TARDIS? Or even TARthasmin?

Rating: Teen and Up

Genre: Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort

Words: triple drabble 2k

Because I love you

Yaz felt her body lifted into the air in a single moment, higher and higher, and she knew that at some point, she was going down, not up, but there was no ground underneath to catch her, only an eternally dark abyss.

The Doctor had promised to keep her safe.

Now Yaz was falling to certain death, and she closed her eyes, that unspoken confession on her lips. She thought, for the last time, of the blue spaceship that had carried them here, that had protected and loved the Doctor for hundreds, maybe thousands of years.

Her body fell and fell, her consciousness drifting away already, detached from the physical harm she would take.

The world snapped into focus, and when Yaz looked around, she was… inside the TARDIS? Had she not been falling a moment ago? Looking down to her body, Yaz found it to be translucent, and she let out a sigh.

That was it, then.

She was a ghost, haunting the TARDIS and the Doctor after her death until she eventually degraded to a mumbling shell, a whisp of a time long past, caught up in the seconds before death.

“Yaz!” the Doctor yelped, quickly wiping at her cheeks. Had she been crying?

“Hiya, Doctor,” Yaz said, quietly, her voice raspy, and she didn’t know whether the Doctor could hear, not until she hurried over and attempted to wrap her arms around Yaz’s see-through form.

Understanding dawned on the Doctor’s face, and after the moment of vulnerability and relief, the Doctor’s face emptied, doors slammed shut as she looked away. She was muttering to herself as she paced in front of Yaz, and only when Yaz waved a shining hand in front of her face did the Doctor look back up. “Hey, what’s going on?” Yaz asked, trying to keep her tone light despite being fairly certain she had just died and was now a ghost.

“I’ve failed you,” the Doctor whispered, so quiet to try and hide the tremble in her voice, and yet overflowing with pain and sorrow. “What now? Yaz, I didn’t mean for you to get hurt, to- I’m sorry. I failed you. And now you’re dead down in that place where I can’t get you.”

“Ah, pf, the TARDIS can navigate anywhere, can’t she? You can do it, Doctor, I believe in you,” Yaz said, carefully putting more cheerfulness into her voice to compensate for the Doctor’s lack thereof.

Eyes gleaming furiously with tears bored into her, and the Doctor cried, “I can’t! Don’t you understand!? If I could, I would have! But the-“ In one breath, her anger went out of her, and all that remained was quiet resentment and regret. “The abyss is riddled with time storms that would tear the TARDIS apart in a heartbeat. I… can’t lose you both to that.” Where she stood, the TARDIS had materialised a beanbag for her to slump into, and the Doctor crumbled, shoulders shaking only barely, and more with the effort it took to keep herself contained than anything else.

“You know it’s not your fault, though, right?” Yaz murmured after a while. She had to the best of her ability settled cross-legged in front of the Doctor, looking at her distant, empty eyes. “That was always the risk of travelling with you. Accidents… happen.”

“Do you know why we were here?” the Doctor asked, her face impassive and lifeless as she spoke. Yaz sat quietly and listened, too scared an interruption would make the Doctor’s shell slam shut again. Too often in the months since Graham and Ryan had left, the Doctor would keep secrets and drag her into fights more reckless than any before.

“We were there because… I was looking for something. I almost got it, that encrypted data crystal that might hold the whereabouts of-“ The Doctor broke off, shaking her head. “What does it matter, now that you’ve gone already? I should have told you when you were still here, instead of hiding everything because it was… difficult. And not as cheerful as I wanted it to be.”

Yaz reached for the Doctor, her translucent hand resting on the Doctor’s. She could almost sense the warm skin under hers, and yet the sensation was beyond her now that she had apparently died. “Tell me now. I’m still here, aren’t I? Even like this. Tell me all you wanted to say before I- left.”

And so, hesitantly, the Doctor began. “I am looking for… a woman. Or any trace of her. Her name’s… honestly not important, but she was a… an explorer, a scientist.” Her eyes had glazed over, and as she spoke of the orange sky over Gallifrey, the twin suns running their course over the experiment lab, Yaz saw a glint of something ancient and long-buried emerge in the Doctor’s eyes. “I don’t know where I’m from, Yaz, before Gallifrey. And I just- I thought if I could find anything of that woman, I could discover all the memories of lives that were taken from me, hidden away. I don’t know how many lives I lived before those I remember, and Ruth, the Doctor, was one of them…” Anger flared in her features, and her lips twisted in a desperate smile. “I just want to know where I’m from. And I want to look the woman in the eye who took all of that from me, and ask her Why. Why did she do it, and how could she? How dare she steal what was mine, rob even my memories of it? I want justice, Yaz.”

Yaz, always one for justice in the world, gave her a soft smile. “Doctor-“

But she could say nothing more, because the TARDIS gave a painful groaning noise and buckled.

Both of them wheeled around, sheer panic now in the Doctor’s eyes. “What’s wrong, old girl!?”

Sharp wheezes and coughs came from the engine as the space within the TARDIS shrank, suddenly, as though the walls were pushing in.

The Doctor stood by the console, hands flitting over buttons and sensors failing quicker than she could press them, and she muttered comforting words to her spaceship.

“Doctor, what’s happening!?” Yaz asked, and, “Can I do anything to help?”

“She’s compromised, something’s attacking her and trying to rip her apart! Her soul is being torn in six different directions, and I don’t know! I don’t know how to help her!” With her arms wrapped around a crumbling piece of the console, tears spilled out of the Doctor’s eyes as she watched her beloved ship break. “Stop, whatever is happening, stop… Don’t hurt her any longer,” the Doctor muttered in a weak and feeble voice, all the confused little girl the Doctor had previously spoken of.

A strange tingling started in Yaz’s chest, and at first, she tried to ignore it and push through to the Doctor. “I’m here, Doctor, I won’t leave you,” Yaz promised despite the nagging feeling in her chest that tugged at her, as though someone had tied a string around her ghostly soul and was pulling her away.

“Please, anyone, help, help…” the Doctor whispered, eyes wide as she cradled a piece of crystal, the yellow glow in it fading quickly.

“Doctor, something’s pulling me away,” Yaz whispered, trying to cling to the Doctor with her hands, only to fail to grip onto anything.

“Don’t leave! Don’t!” the Doctor cried, panicked as she tried to reach for Yaz and hold onto her, too.

With a snap, all the atoms making up Yaz’s body came back together, materialised inside the TARDIS, and she crashed against one of the collapsing pillars.

Not a moment later, the TARDIS gave a weak whisper of the usual wheeze she made to indicate her taking off, and silence fell.

Pushing the fallen crystal structure off her leg and taking a note of the bruises and the sprained ankle, Yaz dragged herself closer to the Doctor’s hunched over form that was still cradling a part of the TARDIS.

“Doctor?” she asked, and she exhaled in relief when her hand didn’t pass through the Doctor but simply nudged her. “You okay?”

Slowly, the Doctor turned, cheeks wet with tears, and utter disbelief in her eyes. “You-“ she started, her words failing her.

Carefully, Yaz wrapped her arms around the Doctor. And perhaps her lips had brushed the Doctor’s cheek for a moment, but she would dissect that later. “I’m fine,” Yaz promised, squeezing in reassurance. “Really. Thanks to…” She glanced towards the console where the TARDIS was struggling to initiate self-repair programmes all by herself after the hit she had taken. “the TARDIS.”

“Reckless girl,” the Doctor murmured into Yaz’s shoulder, utterly spent.

In the moments of Yaz falling, the TARDIS must have scooped her consciousness into a hologram, located her within the time storms, and flown down on her own to gather Yaz’s body without a care in the universe for the damage that would do to the TARDIS herself. Yaz couldn’t say that she had quite understood what the TARDIS had done, but in the moment of her consciousness and atoms merging back together again, she had seen a glimpse of the complexity the TARDIS was, and of the strain she had put herself under for Yaz.

It wasn’t until much later that night, when the Doctor had, for once in her life, willingly gone to bed, that Yaz wandered back into the damaged control room. Her ankle had been tenderly wrapped, and with the ointment the Doctor had put on it, her foot didn't hurt anymore, and there was almost no swelling.

Yaz began quietly clearing away broken glass and bent metal, and as she approached the console, a small light flared brighter within.

The TARDIS’s heart.

Yaz let her fingers trail gently across the buttons, knowing precisely which ones to push to help the TARDIS enter the next stage of self-repair, and she whispered, hoping the ship would understand, “Why did you do it? Plunge yourself into something the Doctor said would tear you apart? Just to save me, one human of eight billion?”

A high note sounded, a noise Yaz couldn’t understand, and so she sighed. Pressed a button and flicked a lever, and some of the damage began to mend with what the TARDIS had at her disposal. They would need to get many parts, and it would be a while yet before the TARDIS could properly take flight again, but in time, all would be mended.

“I wish,” Yaz said, watching some of the gleaming hexagons on the wall properly light back up. “I wish I could understand you, like the Doctor does. But I guess that takes hundreds of years, and also a brain more adept at psychic communication.” She chuckled. She almost did sound like the Doctor, saying those big words that she would never have known a few years ago.

Suddenly, a wire extended, the end looking rather like an aux chord for a mobile phone. “Do you want me to plug it in?” she asked, already doing it before the TARDIS could respond.

“BECAUSE. I. LOVE. YOU. OKAAAAY?” the mechanic screen reader voice blared at her.

Yaz nearly dropped her phone and hurried to turn the volume down as it continued to repeat that message. “BECAUSE. I. LOVE. YOU. BECAUSE. I. LOVE. YOU. OKAAAAY?”

After the TARDIS had ceased repeating, Yaz sat quietly for a while, absentmindedly stroking the console she had tucked herself under.

“Thank you,” she said eventually, pressing her cheek against the gently humming machine. “I love you too, in a way, at least. I’m not sure it’s the same way the Doctor loves you… And I’m very glad you saved me. But!” She wanted to stand, and promptly hit her head on the console above her.

“But!” she began again after having recovered. “Don’t you ever do such a reckless thing again, it’s bad enough that the Doctor is like that!”

In her most innocent tone, the TARDIS gave a little hum before chuckling to herself.

“You and the Doctor,” Yaz sighed, shaking her head. “A match made in heaven, the pair of you… You’re both impossible!”

[lmk-aus-galore]

Cinema Sins/Wins Rip Off of Lego Monkie Kid.

Yeah yeah I’m back folks, I just decided to take a looong break.

Inspired by @satansaidmyturnintheh3||scape

Rules:

-I won't be counting Animation Mistakes, because Idk how to do that, and I myself am a beginner animator (more like incredibly amateur, to the point I'm asking my sister for help) Unless of course the Animation is obviously and clearly having a mistake for me to watch.(Or it is said in the wiki) The other reason is because I don't want to keep repeating a scene just to check for an animation mistake.

-!This is mostly for entertainment purposes, sorry if I sound too mean!

-I also won't be counting flashbacks as 'mistakes' because most of them are based on bias.

-I'll be formatting it like this

-Neutral

-Sin

-Win

Let’s get started.

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-Intro.

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-Love how you can see where Mei, Sandy and MK are in this scene.

-On the other hand why does Pigsy have a random game machine beside his shop? I know there are apartment buildings on top of said shop but in Season 2 he actively has authority to remove it.

-Secondly is MK currently on break at the moment or is he just, ‘slacking off’ judging by his clothes he should be currently working.

-Dragon Horse and Stone Monkey.

-Ah yes the underrated trio. Sandy, Mei and MK. Please tell me this group has a name.

-Bad time to call your daughter.

-The way Mei is so nervous to talk to her mother and the way she talks as if her mother doesn’t even give her enough time to explain, like I think Mei’s Mother is cutting her off at times here and it’s not really okay. It feels like Mei is talking to her boss than her Mom.

-Sandy for the win.

-The finishing move is a spin of the staff and a hit to the leg…wow MK.

-I really love how Sandy is just casually friends with these guys. Like these guys just met Sandy a few weeks ago and all of a sudden they said ‘Let’s be friends’

-Ok MK you should really get social cues…or at least let Mei get a word in-

-‘I always wanted to see Mei’s secret Dragon House full of secret Dragon stuff’ makes me wonder why no one believes in the Monkey King stories. Either that or why Mei isn’t being worshipped like a deity by now.

-Also MK, kinda creepy…but to be fair Mei put cameras on all of you…

-BRO THIS BULL CLONE HAS EVERYTHING ON HER?!

-Why does this Bull Clone pull out the same Two Pictures twice?

-Mei doesn’t smile in her photo, along with the rest of her family :(

-In fact she looks kinda restricted.

-Also Key detail, looks like Mei’s little green hair things are dyed!

-PIF confirms that Sha Wujing’s spear and Zhu Bajie’s rake are Celestial Weapons that later tie into Season 4

-We also have the Calabash, PIF’s fan, Wukong’s staff, Nezha’s spear and two of the Samadhi Fire Rings…though I think by this time of development this probably is Nezha’s little ring thingys in his shoes? Not really sure. The only one we don’t know about is the unidentified sword and the random rope.

-Also is she implying that her own fan is a powerful artifact? I guess that makes sense…?

-Why does PIF’s animation always stretch her or squish her I can’t take her seriously XD worse that it’s usually the face.

-Mei wanting to be a normal child is so sad. On the other hand why don’t we have more fanfics of Mei and her family dynamic? Come on people the angst is right there!

-When you think about it, the High-Tech security might’ve been the reason Mei became the ‘Tech Girl’ in the group. Since her family dabbles in High-Technology it’s only obvious she grew curious of that stuff.

-On the other note, what’s with Ancient families and suddenly getting a grasp at handling High-Technology? Like bro Red Son and Mei have so many parallels to each other it’s insane.

-MEI THIS IS WHY YOU DONT LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN.

-You know Red Son you might need to double down in calling Mei a peasant because uhh…wow, the place is huge.

-Mei’s room doesn’t have a door, which shows how shitty these people actually are.

-Also Mei has a lot of rock aesthetic posters, including one with a spider meaning Mei canonically had a rock phase. That or a goth phase so goth Mei is probably canon.

-Why I thought of rock is because of the two sets of guitars she has, one being an electric guitar.

-Mei also has a skateboard indicating she used to skate.

-She has an indoor TV with two game controllers (Why didn’t they just play in her bedroom?)

-And finally she has some things I think her parents would’ve given her such has the pony statue and the meditation carpet on the floor.

-Also apparently she plays the piano? Or is that even a piano?

-The legend of Mei’s sword is kinda cool actually.

-WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH IT?! HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO GETS TO WEILD IT THEN?!

-I have a feeling I know why no one has been able to hold that sword in like…ever (They all look so mean)

-‘You two boot up the old TV!’ What TV? There is literally no TV there? Is there a TV off-screen? Even so where would you put said TV? And again, why not your room?

-MK control your strength- how the hell does that even happen?

-Bull Clone literally just yeeted his hat at him.

-Said Bull Clone took the precious Dragon Sword despite the fact that he was struggling to get it off the statue

-Mei calls her Motorcycle like a horse, get it? Dragon Horse?

-Okay now I don’t blame MK I think that pinball machine is old. BECAUSE HOW DOES THAT JUST HAPPEN?!

-Mei this house should at LEAST take up a whole acre, HOW BIG IS YOUR HOUSE?!

-Mei fixing her bike is while she is chasing the Bull Clone is badass as hell. We do not talk about her enough.

-Pro tip: Never mess with Mei.

-This is why we need to give this family some doubt, okay if literally all her ancestors are dissing her and insulting her to her face because of the way she acts then maybe you shouldn’t turn a blind eye.

-‘You know what I am part of this family! I am Mei! Descendant of the Great Dragon of the West Sea, this is mine! And this is my House!” You go girl, show these guys a what you’re made of!

-A very good take on Mei accepting who she is despite her family’s expectations on her. She’s part of the family but she knows that she needs to stand up for herself. Good bravo.

-IS IT JUST ME OR IS THAT THING BIGGER THAN NORMAL?!

-I wonder what the parents’ reaction was, Holy cow this might’ve been QUITE the sight.

-Yep that Bull Clone is straight up dead.

-MK I think that machine is really just old.

-Lol, Sandy making sure MK doesn’t lose focus.

-‘Somebody forgot our luggage’ then she stares directly at the dad and said dad doesn’t give a damn.

-The fact that Mei has to apologize first before getting praised is messed up as hell. If someone is trying to steal a really powerful relic such as that, then obviously it’s gonna be chaos, but the fact she has to apologize first before they acknowledge she did something good is messed up.

-But to be fair I think they do love Mei, really, but the way they parent just icks me.

-And Mei’s mom sounds like she pulled that whole talk out from google.

-Mei’s dad sounds…familiar hold up-

-KNEW I HEARD THAT VOICE SOMEWHERE. (Also apparently Mei’s mom is the same VA as Mei, so Stephanie Steph is just talking to herself)

-Poor MK…

[teecupangel]

I've been seeing a bunch of 'Desmond reborn as someone' posts here, and I also saw that fanfiction where Desmond was reborn as Anne Bonny's son and I thought I might as well suggest one as well, with Desmond being reborn as Mary Read's child? Whether Mary lives or dies, I'm not sure.

Okay, confession time!

My initial idea for A Pirate's Son was for Desmond to be reborn as Mary Read’s child instead of Anne Bonny’s but I changed it because Mary had a daughter and I was only ‘starting out’ writing Desmond so I was a bit hesitant to write Desmond being reborn as a woman (not anymore though XD).

So, for this one, let’s set up the background.

All we know is that Mary had a daughter but we don’t know what happened to the child so we’re going to assume that the child was sent to an orphanage.

So in this one, Desmond would be born not knowing who his mother was. All he’d know was that his mother had been a ‘wicked woman who deserved her fate’. (Historically, Mary’s child most probably died together with her when she died from fever as there are no records of an infant’s death)

We’re killing Mary (sorry, Mary TTATT) because we want Desmond to have an isolated childhood, wondering who his mother was.

Also, this would give Desmond motivation to seek out the Brotherhood as soon as he could because… well, there was no way he was going to stay in this orphanage that was obviously out to paint him as the son of a sinner and all that good stuff.

So he leaves as soon as he could and lives in the street, using Desmond Miles’ skills and what remains of his Bleed, pretending to be a boy.

No.

He was a boy.

Even if he was born as…

He was still a boy.

And Desmond would make his way to London as its the nearest city he knows has a Brotherhood (or, if it didn’t have one, he was planning on moving to the colonies and just annoying Achilles until he agrees to train him, Ratonhnhaké:ton-style) and the Brotherhood sees potential in him so they take him in.

It doesn’t take long for him to be initiated and soon, he’s climbing the ranks of the British Brotherhood (maybe we’ll have him be friends with a Frye who would later become the Frye’s twins ancestors?) and he’ll get Miko’s attention who takes him in as his successor, hoping he and Edward’s son would take over as the mentors after them.

This leads to him meeting Edward Kenway who freezes because…

‘Desmond’ (no last name) looks a lot like Mary Read.

Unorganized Notes:

Edward introduced Desmond as the son of a business associate (Miko) that he’s teaching to the Kenway family. Desmond is actually in the Kenway Mansion because they heard Templar activities around the area and Desmond has been ordered to find more.

Haytham thinks he’s super cool and likes it when Desmond teaches him swordsmanship. Desmond can’t say no because Haytham is so cute as a kid.

No one, not even Miko, know that Desmond was born a woman.

Until… Jenny asked him blankly because she felt like there was something ‘strange’ about Desmond and Desmond tells her the truth.

The fact that Edward believes Desmond is a man is the only reason why he keeps questioning if Desmond is Mary’s child since he heard she gave birth to a girl.

Desmond is the main reason why Jenny began to push Edward to let her be an Assassin, threatening to run away with Desmond if he doesn’t.

Edward mistakes this as Jenny and Desmond having a secret affair and he’s torn because (1) Jenny is his little girl and he wants to protect her, (2) he doesn’t want to lose her like he lost Caroline, and (3) Desmond is an Assassin so she’d never be completely safe.

But at the same time… if he could trust his daughter with anyone, it would be with Desmond.

Desmond and Jenny are not in any kind of relationship. They’re more like… older bullying sister (Jenny) and tired younger brother (Desmond).

That’s as far as I got.

The Kenway Tragedy doesn’t happen because Desmond was staying in the mansion when the attack happened but… well… Jenny’s definitely going to run away and go to the colonies to get trained by this Achilles person that Desmond had talked about once if her father does not approve of her choice and she’ll drag Desmond with her because she knows how much her father favors Desmond. The plan is to use Desmond as sorta like “you like the dog so I’m taking the dog when I leave” kind of scorched earth plan.