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vivisviolets · 11 months ago

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what do you need to hear right now ೀ⤷ except i have a headache

↪its been 3 fuking days i swear to goddddd 444

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˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖-pick an image that you feel drawn to- if nothing stands out quickly then close your eyes- breathe- and ask spirit/the universe/god or your intuition/higher self to show you what a pile's content would best suit you, don't be shy!! read through more than one if that's what you are called to do!! i love youuuuu-˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

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⚬. Five of Swords (reversed), Nine of Swords (reversed), Six of Swords, Three of Wands, Judgement, Ace of Pentacles ⚬.

⚬. ☄️Number 5, 555, initials/letters H-M-A, sun ruled/dominant, Aries/Sag/Leo/Aquarius Placements, dark coloring or light coloring, face/body freckles, pale or sunkissed, thick hair, loud/blunt tone of talking, action-oriented ☄️⚬.

⚬. As I shuffled I picked up fire energy, I'm feeling you guys might come across a little intense personality-wise, like blunt or hardheaded in your opinions- you guys make other people feel like the shy or softer friend in comparison to you- I just got interrupted- I think you might have dealt with people in the past who stepped into your energy in an attempt to influence you or give you the impression they care but actually have the intentions to "change" you- I'm seeing someone smiling at you gently with this mask of innocence so you lower your guard down and give them control over you... This might have happened recently- and that's just it. They want to control by feeling that they are molding you into something they find more correct or tolerable. I don't mean to make you paranoid or even more un-trusting of others than you already are, but more to listen to and address inwardly why someone triggers you like that. I'm also hearing that in the past you might have felt you scared off some past friends or connections because they made some pretty lame excuses to avoid you- I'm just getting that you have a very masculine energy, very strong and coming straight from the chest. You guys have solid walls of inner self-concept and that can make people feel very small or meek compared to you, or trigger them to try and control or fix you, thinking you need some healing- when really it's them being triggered because of the self-healing they need to do on themselves... you guys might have mother issues (just finished watching Black Swan it's very much that suffocating toxicity coming from underdeveloped feminine energy) or have butted heads with female family members in your life (if not mothers especially aunts, maybe stepmother? Or grandmothers- female adults in your life)- and you guys are definitely not perfect in the way you handle certain things, regarding releasing control over certain situations peacefully. you guys can be impossibly stubborn, but that's because you stick to it with your whole chest, you just know- and so you bulldoze right ahead- I'm hearing a quote from Fiona Apple's '97 VMA speech, you "go with yourself". Other people's opinions be damned if you see something as your truth you follow it. From that, I'm hearing very Aquarius energy with how much you've mentally formed your own path (air energy with all the Sword cards), but again lots of fire energy I'm feeling. So you could have Aries placements with how youthfully blunt and truthful you naturally are- Sagittarius with how much natural luck and abundance you feel with opportunities being yours- but I'm getting very much lion energy, so Leo- "Lion-heart" "King of the Pride"- is really what your inner energy embodies! I heard some of you are more introverted or might not relate to this description fully because you may not think your external actions reflect that- but I NEED you to know what this is your inner emotional strength and land that you can, and should- tap into!! ☄️☄️☄️ because it's freaking natural babyyy ⚬.

⚬. You really need to chill with how un-trusting you are with other people's opinions. And I know that is so hard to hear because of the very valid reasons (◉ bitches) you've been dealt in life to have those trust issues- but I don't mean collapsing all your walls and becoming whatever anyone is saying, no. This is about you truly standing in all that inner power you have by allowing it to influence how to interact with others- there's knowledge to be gained everywhere, especially when you come from a place of such a strong self-concept. I'm really seeing you guys need to be allowing and being open to support- and I keep getting interrupted so I think you're really on guard with someone or the people you have around you. Again, look inwardly at that trigger and address it so you can take away what is valid in that trigger and also what is your own emotional walls- once you address it, you detach.~ and it's beautiful.~ but anyway, again-again I am also picking up that your suspensions are correct with whoever you feel is fake. So focus and be around people who you actually want to be around- I'm hearing a lot of you hang by yourself out of not finding anyone who interests you... Please do something different than what you normally do- you can find people who don't wish to change you or shrink next to you. You can and will find people who you can exchange knowledge and information with- with SUCH mutual respect like wow- you'll feel so fulfilled in a way you haven't even allowed yourself to think or consider-...might even be co-workers or just people you might have looked over (not trying to paint you as feeling above others or anything like that- you just have big high achiever energy). -Find and share with people who trigger you to become stronger, not weaker,- etc I'm really hearing that you guys being so in tune with your fire energy is really getting you to the places you want to be, it's really aligning yourself to those goals and your motives are really giving your actions a step up- but also you need to give energy to those ideas by sharing them- with the right, positive people (even neutral ppl would be rlly good) Because the support that you'll receive will not only be an energy boost to your goals, but also it will do some powerful work for you inwardly and align you to be more open to so many blessings and even more opportunities.-- I know you guys don't care hearing it because you don't need to, nor want to ask for it- but you are deserving as everyone is of hearing it- I love you ♡ and everything is turning out in your favor just by you continuing to follow your heart ❤️‍🔥. continue to open it up and remember to look and enjoy the next sunset you see!! ⚬.

⚬. "I am not afraid to finally say shit with my chest" - "I paid all my respect to those who taught me how to make it And now I reap the benefits with no confrontation" ⚬.

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⚬. The Hanged Man, Queen Of Swords, Strength, Three of Swords, Eight Of Wands, Six Of Pentancles ⚬.

⚬. 🐚 Number 3, 333, 3333, 1313, 303, 313, bubbles, Powerpuff Girls, girl/boy/kid next door, approachable/young/soft appearance, temu, Pisces/Cancer/Scorpio/Taurus/Leo placements, Neptune ruled/dominant 🐚 ⚬.

⚬. Bubbles!!!! I'm hearing bubbles- so you know, bubble baths/bubblegum/soap bubbles- oh, and of course you might have gone through a Powerpuff Girls phase and you chose Bubbles as the one most like you!! Obviously- right off the bat, you guys are adorable- you're seen as very adorable at least, you might have a very young face or you just give off very playful energy... So I'm mostly getting what other people see you as, so you definitely have a set image in people's minds-... I'm hearing though you might not like to hear that? A lot of this perception of you is largely online and in online groups, so you have curated a certain personality + an aesthetic for online and in said online groups (hearing for a lot of you it's Discord, but I'm also hearing Instagram group chats + Instagram engagement)... Maybe you've been regretting portraying that online persona? in those online spaces specifically- I will say this pac is all ages but I'm hearing that a lot of you might feel like you made some "bad choices" in how you portrayed yourself or who you interacted with that made you come across naive, and that can be a lot of things like- having weak emotional boundaries and being too emotionally open to people (like being the one who people trauma dumped to), getting wrapped up in some shady trading or in group business, or ignoring red flags of certain people in the effort to be the kind and sweet one of the group (you might of had a problem with a lot of creeps in your energy.. and dms ugh ew ◉ ◉ ◉)- I don't care what your age is, don't be hard on yourself!!! For this reading, you are literally my baby and I will not be harsh to you, idgaf if you came for harsh advice. I will only be saying things to guide you forward. because literally, I don't see you doing anything genuinely wrong. I think this situation you got in made you feel like you were some stupid baby duckling- it made you feel like your inner strength was weak and worthless- and you're putting a lot of self-blame on yourself- and that's just what that is, self-blame for how other people chose to engage with you.- I'll just tell you, you are so precious- no matter the reason you engaged in what you engaged in, you came in with pure intentions and creative eyes!! you felt like testing your waters regarding your own self-expression and wanted to give to others along with that ♡ and that's wonderful and ok to have wanted!! You guys are highly creative btw, and very interested in how you can express yourself- the first cards I drew were associated with water, so you may have prominent water placements of Pisces/Cancer/Scorpio- any of those are very you. You might have been deemed as the "cutesy artist" by others,- you might do something creative like drawing (I'm seeing some supaa cute digital art), cosplay or make up, maybe even music?- Very dreamy~ and also very giving of yourself emotionally- that's not a harmful thing my darling☆!! it's not "weak-minded" or deserving of being taken advantage of- nonono STOP THATTTT-... you really had something happen that threw you into a tailspin. You might be the overthinking type- you're taking everything to be a defining moment of your emotional intellect, or your very worth as a person... noo baby stop that- I literally need you to brew a cup of tea or a little treat, -I'm getting straight up teary-eyed with a lump in my throat rn- take a few deep breaths, drink a little cup of water, watch some youtube or anime- and just let yourself shed some tears if you want to.. freaking obviously feel however you want to feel because that's healthy to do but please stop placing all the blame on yourself like that's the full picture of what happened. ⚬.

⚬. ok so- you're gonna freaking reinvent yourself. Because I know you want to, but- 👏 you 👏 will 👏 not 👏 do 👏 it 👏 out 👏 of 👏 self👏 shame 👏.......👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 - nah booboo, because there was nothing wrong with you to begin with, inwardly you are SO pure-hearted to yourself and those around you- AND THERE IS NOTHING that should be deemed wrong about that, holy shit. let me chill- this reading is peace and love🕊 only ofc... That's exactly it btw- you will be reinventing yourself out of peace and love- for yourself. out of peace and love for the version of yourself who felt vulnerable- taking what has made you feel vulnerable, and turning it into strength. And I'll just say, the actions that you'll be taking will be very much inward- and so you may see your "glow up"/transformation as too slow, but honey- that is exactly how what's needed in becoming SO secure in yourself. You might even go dark in a lot of your online spaces- if you haven't already which btw, process and remove any shame connected to having left certain spaces. how things fell apart was how it was meant to happen and has now gotten you to this point- which is amazing and awesome because you're gonna transform to be completely badass ★!!!! And I know you're thinking and worrying about how you won't be around to give to others to which i say- kiss your sensitive heart for being so precious~♡ because this is about you now. and everyone is going to feel that, no more placing your self worth on how happy you make others- its time for you to actually take enjoyment in yourself!!! and you are going to be looking so good- your inward growth is going to reflect your outward appearance, if you want to start switching up your style now's the time to go for it!!!!- but again, big focus on your inner self-love and growing your self-worth- and if you do choose to share your journey, make it in a smaller circle of people you can trust!! definitely send those new style pics to the inner circle if you feel free and fulfilled inwardly- you'll totally be praised like "omg (x) is really evolving they're looking sooo good..."- but anyway, just trust me ok ♡ because you're going to look back on all that you're feeling- all the hurt, confusion, negativity- and you're going to be stunned like- omg, if i hadn't felt and experienced and processed all of that, i wouldn't be feeling this good rn. So start that process!!!!! Get yourself a cute journal if you don't already have one with cute pens (record yourself to look back at later), start watching youtube videos on self-concept and emotional processing, saturate your mind with all that self-improvement- self-discovery- and building yourself up to be all the joy and love you bring to others (and hotter than evaaa😎), all for yourself ♡. I freaking love you~ now go get your sweet treat!!!!! (or two, that's totally ok~ just for today~) ⚬.

⚬. "And nothing hurts like you do- like the way you say I love you" - "See it on your face you won't ever change in your ways" - "When your torn apart you'll destroy me again"

⚬. *tw: themed song is dark for this pile like wuttt, but it just kept replaying in my mind during the reading so maybe it'd be your thing? idk lollll ⚬.

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⚬. King of Pentacles, The Tower (reversed), Two of Pentacles, Queen Of Wands (reversed), Knight Of Swords, Seven Of Swords ⚬.

⚬.🕷 Student life, number 1-12-6, 1111, 1212, 666, lawyer or law practice type degree, thin or medium length hair, natural eye bags/under eye veins, INTP/INFJ, monochromatic clothes, cotton loungewear, Sagittarius/Virgo/Taurus/Capricorn/Libra placements, mars ruled/dominant 🕷⚬.

⚬. Okkk pile 3s, I must talk about your appearance and aura because... Wow!! I am enchanted- I see you are very statue-esque, so you may be on the tall side, especially for my women/afabs it's a very noticeable trait about you, of course you can be a normal height but there is just something about the way you are built that is very statue-like. And that appearance really shows who you are inside and your inner energy because you are soooo calming, mature, and also very spiritual in your self-concept- like if you were my friend and I had you in my inner circle I would trust you with so much, like you're held high in your own inner circle/peers. Maybe you don't feel that way because while you guys are very much givers of your time and nurturing nature- you know to put yourself first on your list of priorities, and that, not only is what makes you so good at your time management (like how do you it??? Please teach meee), it also gives you this air of independence- very natural independence too like, you're again a nurturing and giving being but you treat yourself with that same energy. I'm seeing a large tree in the middle of a expansive and dense forest, and all that magnificent health flowing through that forest is thanks to that tree right in the middle self-regulating and thus creating all that health that all of the life around it can benefit from… So yea self-care is a big thing for youuuu~ I'm seeing the routines you have are very simple so they just blend in so effortlessly into your daily life, and it is literally what is making you into that magnificent tree full of self-regulating energy. Again really simple, minimalist style of self-care- I see morning walks/jogging and journaling to clear and refresh your mind space, you may like to read, and prefer audiobooks or mindfulness-centered podcasts over other forms of media to help you relax and refocus, I'm seeing you like to not be strict with your diet but instead add to it things like fruits-veggies- and more purely sourced foods- your skin care is very simple with few-if any- products and your consistent with it as you are with everything else in your life. Even if you feel like you're "failing", you aren't. and deep down you know that you aren't- you've grown so much and that's really tapped you into not just self-responsibility/regulation but also to give yourself the grace to breathe. That's so beautiful!!!!!! ugh. And like- all of this natural self-focus you have, it's so spiritual- it's not grounded in your ego. You're just so in touch with your highest self. And lovely, they/she/he is so proud of you. I have to say again, if you were my friend, you would definitely be the person I'd go to- to take care of my puppy for 2 weeks in complete peace, and someone I'd have a drink with on a Saturday night all made up and done up talking about the deepest of topics. ⚬.

⚬. Very interesting personality and image I was getting and building up compared to the cards I pulled- I'm getting you might not have always been this balanced in your personal life and emotions, in fact you might have been very much the opposite… Because you grew up in an environment very unlike the one you are currently building for yourself- you may have had a toxic and vicious mother or other feminine figures that really put the fear of God in you and also made you fear yourself with the thought of one-day exuding and feeling such damaged feminine energy…. You might have also had a lot of friend drama- for those older reading this, this happened in your youth (middle-high school) and to those still in mentioned youth, you're freshly out of it (-good for you ily), said dramatic struggles was a reflection really of all the chaos of your home environment and all of the pent up intensity of it… I'm just hearing so many arguments and you feeling like you're being set on fire over and over again... So I'm getting with how much of a shift you made, you feel this coldness in your heart space- partly due to how fiery and emotional your past way of existing was, and also because while this shift that you made for yourself is excellent considering where you came from, it also happened very suddenly- and while you have implemented many new healthy habits… I'm seeing your past wounds still remain open. You can't bring in the new without clearing out the old... while you've done the work of shifting from the old habits to new- that's only half of the battlefield within you that has been fought and conquered, and now you need to face the other half instead of journeying away from it. Because even with all the peace you've found and created for yourself, what you have not faced, felt, and processed for the final round still remains… Maybe you fear your peace and balance being threatened by opening up your hurt, and that's totally understandable and valid. But if you wish to build a peaceful future, you must make peace with the past version of yourself. They/she/he who's still wrapped up in the chaos around them, mimicking that chaos back out of fear, feeling completely alone-that version of yourself needs your attention and healing more then ever. And I know you like to journal or record your thoughts, so allow those darker feelings and wounds into the space- keep the learned peace you have found and treat yourself with that gentleness past you wished they had been given-address them and ask them what memories stick with them most vividly and ask how it made them feel-how it made you feel at the time. Ask yourself what traits you feared most about the people who hurt you and analyze them- the emotions behind them and their cause and effect- and look within how you may be playing out those same traits stemming from the trauma of experiencing them.. I know I'm getting really heavy now, but that's just it- as you are growing upwards and becoming lighter, what no longer serves you grows heavier- and it needs your addressing, so you can become all that you want to be and exist as. You've already shown yourself that you are capable of finding and attracting peace, so now it's time to give yourself the peace of healing. Be the bigger girl/guy/person to yourself, allow yourself to feel it and address it in this safe space you've created. OK BESTIEEE I'm wishing you so much love and joy in your inner discovery journey- I loooove youuu ⚬.

⚬. "There's a fine line I've been walking" -This is where you fuckers pushed me, don't be surprised if shit gets ugly" - "-there's a fine line between broken and breaking- spent my whole trying to change what they say about me- sick of walking that fine line" - "I feel safest in the silence" - "-my whole life I've had something to prove, to you" ⚬.

⚬. *Bonus song*: Too Far Gone by Kesha ⚬.

⚬. oh my- okkk you got to the bottom- hiiiiii- byeeeee 👋

love, vi~♡

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yandereunsolved · 3 months ago

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Yandere Four & Colors w/ pregnant reader—a gift from the goddesses (requested)

ᡣ𐭩 Yandere Four fawns over you. Fawn isn't nearly a great enough word. He breaks down out of joy and hugs you tightly. One arm is pressed against your stomach lovingly, yet almost ominously. He can't leave you alone. It isn't that he won't. It is that he can't.

You belong to him wholeheartedly now, and that is a blessing from the golden three that has been a long time coming.

All he has been through pales in comparison to the joy of you having his baby. Those nights of passion you have shared together were fruitful. A greater accomplishment than saving Hyrule.

ᡣ𐭩 Yandere Four makes sure you are settled. He separates you from The Chain for safety reasons. You may get too attached to one of them, and suddenly they are raising his baby! What if he gets replaced as the father? That is not going to happen.

The Chain will still be able to visit, limitedly. So will others, limited-time.

He needs time for the both of you to grow comfortable in your new roles.

Hyrule is the one Link who is allowed around. Hyrule's healing abilities and calming presence are a thankful aid. Four just makes sure neither of you are left alone for too long. Hyrule sees him as the doting and parently anxious father-to-be. Hyrule isn't daft enough to be blind to the unhealthy parts of your relationship, but he's happy for the both of you.

The Hero of the Four Swords deserves a life—a family.

ᡣ𐭩 Yandere Four ends up splitting more frequently while you are pregnant. There are too many things going on, and he knows that The Colors are able to handle it. You are in good hands with them. They love you because they are him. They have a habit of going to immoral extremes far quicker than Four ever will, but that's just part of their charm.

ᡣ𐭩 Yandere Blue is the most overprotective. You can call him the aggressor out of the four of them. He doesn't want to lift a finger or move. He isn't exactly religious, but he does consider your baby a miracle. It stems from his insecurity. He believes himself to be too weak to protect the darling they were all blessed with, so he overcompensates.

He is the one you are left with most often when they split. If supplies are needed or work orders are piling up at the forge, then you are left with him. The others, especially Red, aren't too thrilled because they are separated from you (and it feels as if each of them may split further when they are deprived of you in such a vulnerable state).

On the few and far between occasions that they allow you into town or around the other Links, Blue is the guard color. He is ready to murder anyone for the least offensive crimes one could commit.

No one touches your stomach except them, even if you are comfortable with others touching your baby bump. Your body is yours and is protected by them. He is paranoid that another's touch may somehow harm the baby growing within you. So he absolutely despises having to handle the other Links trying to coddle you. Hylia knows Red has nearly snapped and murdered Wind because of how clingy the young hero is towards you.

ᡣ𐭩 Yandere Green is Four adjacent, essentially. He leads the other three colors, despite their bickering, and keeps the peace... mostly. Their longest ongoing argument is about how different you treat him as opposed to the others. Their combined anxiety makes them believe you see Green as your true husband and the father of your child. They have made it up in their minds that you reject them, even Green, although to a lesser extent.

So Green obsessively tries to prove to you that they are just as worthy of your love as Four, despite being him. It is complex, and they do not know how to broach the topic. So they leave it to Green to figure out. This inevitably leads to more quarrels, but they are aware in their collective conscience, deluded or not, that Green is the best for this hefty task.

He is attentive and sweet. He is the manipulative 'good guy' that you can always trust when the others are overwhelming you. He stares at you for hours on end and is ready to get you anything you may need. He will prove to you that they will all be worthy fathers of the child you're creating in your body.

ᡣ𐭩 Yandere Red is the clingiest of them all. He approaches your pregnancy with an almost childlike glee. He is the best caretaker, when it comes to younglings, out of the four of them.

He will ramble on about baby names and what you can do when the baby is born. He makes these elaborate plans in crayon. He color codes them and explains how each of them will help you. He'll even paint on your body if you allow him, with non-toxic and non-permanent ink, that is. Shh, you didn't hear this, but he almost forgot about buying the ink that didn't stain. Vio had to remind him.

He picks up a lot of random items and pretends that they are infants. He boasts about his parenting skills and shows them off. He'll lull random creatures to sleep that he found in the forest. He will slay nearby monsters and show you how he will protect you and the newborn. For Hylia's sake, he'd coo and tickle a Spear Moblin if it would bring a smile to your face.

You'll never see the more yandere side of him when you are pregnant. He suppresses that until he is away from you. Then it is a lot of slaughtering and crazed laughter. Yes, it sounds kind of goofy, but a small man with a legendary sword deciding to murder an innocent civilian because his beloved is having pregnancy pains is nothing to laugh about.

ᡣ𐭩 Yandere Vio distances himself. It isn't that he is suddenly disgusted by your pregnant figure or has lost interest in you. It is quite the opposite. He chooses to observe you and your physical and emotional well-being. He is more observant than his counterparts. He knows everything about you.

It goes as far as you growing paranoid that he was blessed with the ability to read thoughts.

He has grown more attracted to you since your pregnancy. You have that glow about you. You seem even more ethereal. So if you grow in doubt of your body during and post-pregnancy, he will always be there. He will go as far as to pop up into Four's mind and try to coach him on what he should say.

He gets you all the snacks you are craving. He is your release when your emotions swing one way or the other. He lets you sob into his chest and hit him. He is close whenever you are doing anything, whether it be your favorite hobby or relaxing. He is your silent guardian, who can't help but be a bit selfish. He may take more of you than you are willing to give, but that's what led you to Four in the first place.

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cassandraclare · 1 year ago

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*sighs a bit* Okay. Guys. I have been asked this question a lot, and answered it a lot. I don't know how to give a better answer — Dru & Ty&Kit share significance as main characters — so I guess I'll talk a little about comparison and structures.

First, all series have different structures. I don't think it's super useful or predictive to try to map an upcoming, unknown book series onto an existing series. In TLH the main character was Cordelia, everyone else was secondary to her, and people's roles and the significance of them altered from book to book. It was a big ensemble cast and they mostly stayed put in London especially in book 1.

TWP focuses on a smaller group of people. It also has a very different structure. In book one, Dru is not with Kit and Ty. They are in different places, both of which have their own stories that are significant to the plot. There is no way to see Place One without following Dru. There is no way to see Place Two without following Kit and Ty.

I know that TWP is a long way off. I know there are people who are very angry with me that there's such a gap, but there isn't anything currently I can do about that, or about the fact that I don't yet have the schedule for my upcoming books. That rests in the hands of several different publishers who must coordinate the release times and production schedules for four different series. I am not withholding any information about when these books come out. I simply don't know it yet.

I understand that TWP being a long way off makes for anxiety, and that those who are worried Kit and Ty will somehow be secondary are looking for tiny clues in microscopic details — micro-reading the of placement of the word "and" in my newsletter and such — that are meaningless, but I get that it all comes from anxiety. (FTR, those worried Dru will be secondary are equally anxious.)

I think there is only so much I can say. Because there's a big gap between TLH and TWP everything I do say or every image or hint about it is freighted with a weight of assumption it can't really support. Anxiety is always going to trump reassurance. And truly, at the end of the day, if you only care about Kit and Ty and find the idea of a Dru story tiresome, you will feel like they got shafted because when you absolutely hate a plotline, you will always feel like it's taking up way too much space. That's just how our minds work.

I've been doing this long enough that I know no book can survive a hostile reading. I know that Book Three of a trilogy is the one people hate until they don't. (When Clockwork Princess came out people hated it so much I considered quitting writing!) I know that it's wonderful to love a character but can also be a problem for people when I put out books that aren't about that particular character or dynamic. I know that for a lot of people, Sword Catcher and Ragpicker King are just tiresome things that have no business on my schedule because they're not Shadowhunter books. And I get it. But I also have to block it out, because I've been writing a long time, and I've gotten to a point where I know that I have to write the thing I want to be writing, because if I don't, if I sit down and try to force myself to write something I'm not feeling like writing at that time, I'll be making myself physically and mentally sick. And that's no good for anyone, really.

I suppose the positive thing is that, while this would not have been true five years ago, I am at the place where I want very much to be writing Wicked Powers. I missed these characters and am glad to be back with them. I consider this a story in which there are three main characters. And that is all I can say right now because it's all that I know.

(And this was much more of a general response to a lot of things than a specific response to this question, but I did feel like it was stuff that I needed to say. Creators are at the end of the day, just people. Sometimes we are powerless to reassure. Sometimes we are tired. Sometimes we are wrong. Sometimes we try things and they don't work. Sometimes we can't explain to you what our story is going to make you feel, because only reading it is going to tell you that. This may be one of those times.)

#the wicked powers

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bomber-grl · 4 months ago

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Flufftober 2024

Day 7: Rainstorm

Pairing(s): Tanjiro Kamado x Gn!Reader

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The sun had set and you were still outside, practicing with a wooden sword Urokodaki had given you. He was still teaching you and Tanjiro forms and technique but you took it upon yourself to go the extra mile.

You would’ve continued going for hours if it hadn’t been for the rain splattering against your cheek and the hand that had come to rest upon your shoulder.

You turned and you were immediately faced with tanjiro. His warm gaze was soaking you in and his smile was like no one else’s, finally he spoke.

“You should come inside, you haven’t had dinner yet [your name]” his face was now replaced with that of concern. You couldn’t refuse him, he was always concerned about whether Nezuko would wake, you didn’t want to add onto that fire.

“Yea, I’ll go” you let Tanjiro guide you into the room you two (rather three) shared. He and Urokodaki had dinner a few hours ago, you could only assume that he had saved you some.

The food that was safely stored on the table only proved your assumption right. “The foods right there, luckily Urokodaki let me save you some.” You thanked tanjiro for saving you food and quickly took it into your hands.

You sat on the ground and began to enjoy it, especially after training like that.

You looked up and met tanjiros eyes, he smiled at you fondly. You looked away flustered, how he could smile at you so fondly while you stuffed your face was something you’d never understand.

You finished up and disposed of the left overs and container. Ever since you and Tanjiro had gotten particularly close *cough*- started dating *cough* you two would sleep side by side, in different futons of course.

A particularly loud shift of the panel door caught your attention. You hadn’t realized earlier, far too preoccupied with your food to notice how the storm was raging on outside.

You quickly pushed away the thought and began getting comfortable in your futon. The few hours you still had would make best to spend in sleep.

Tanjiro noticed and quickly expelled the light and went to join you, snuggling into the futon next to your own.

You had just began drifting off to sleep when you slightly turned to your left. Tanjiro was still very much awake and was facing up. Clearly he had something on his mind.

You turned your body to face him, “what wrong?” He snapped out of it and mirrored you, now facing your direction.

“I was just thinking about Nezuko” you hummed, it was natural. That’s all he ever thought about these days. The panel door shook again due to the strong winds outside and Tanjiro smiled fondly.

“A few years back there had been a storm much like this one. Nezuko had always been calm during storms much like these, but our other siblings not so much.” He seemed happy to share the memory of his siblings with someone.

Maybe sharing it made carrying the grief less painful, but it didn’t go away. He had this far off look.

After you showed interest, Tanjiro continued with a story about a particular sibling- her name was Hanako. How she had been so scared of the storm that they all (his siblings and mom) stayed awake telling stories to cheer her up.

At the end of the night they had all bundled up to ensure little Hanako that no “monsters” would get them.

As Tanjiro finished up his story he blushed a little. “I guess I was reminded of the monster that was so feared back then.” You understood the comparison between the weather and monster, the concepts were frighteningly identical.

“Well, thank you for telling me about your siblings” Tanjiro just smiled, happy that you had been there to listen. Even if it was still painful.

“Well” you quickly changed the mood “how about we bundle up together to fend off the monster?”

Your comment was meant to cheer him up- be teasing even. The only reaction you got out of him was one of shock and pure fluster.You did NOT mean to insinuate that you should sleep together.

He had started stuttering in a way you’d never heard before, he quickly calmed down and just nodded. Much to your surprise, he joined you in your futon (albeit a bit squished) and bundled up with you for the night.

When you thought he’d fallen asleep, you quickly pecked his cheek. Though, a blush reappeared on his face, telling you that no, he wasn’t asleep .

The fact made you have a blush that mirrored his own.

Now at the butterfly mansion a storm similar to the one of that night presented itself.

It was bad, if anything it was small and harmless. Especially since the corps had to have been built somewhere with zero weather issues for convenience.

You quickly made your way to where you, tanjiro and new companions Inosuke and Zenitsu all sleep while recovering.

You quickly approached Tanjiros side. Inosuke was probably up to some mischief that Zenitsu was bound to get dragged into.

“Do you think we should hide from the monsters together again?” You asked him out of nowhere. He faced you with confusion evident on his face, then it melted into recognition and finally into a smile.

“Of course”

#fanfic #gn reader #male reader #fluff #fanfic fluff #female reader #fluff headcanons #tanjiro kamado #demon slayer tanjiro #kny tanjirou #tanjiro kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro x reader #kimetsu tanjiro #tanjiro x you #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x female reader #kny x reader #tanjirou kamado

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gabilina · 1 month ago

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Can you explain how Manon Blackbeak is a ripoff of Visenya Targaryen (I love Visenya)

Hi, virtual-dragon-almond-bakery! How are you? Thank you so much for your question.

I'm going to answer this in the best way I can but I don't know if I will be able to since this is my first Tumblr ask and my hands are shacking with excitement, but anyway this post will contain some spoilers, so if you haven't read Throne of Glass (TOG) or A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones (ASOIAF/GOT) or just any other George RR Martin's book and you don't want to be spoiled than don't read this post, but if you don't mind being spoiled than feel free to keep reading!

Before we start with the Manon/Visenya comparison I feel like we need to talk about how similar Manon is to Targaryens in general. As I mentioned in my previous post Manon IS very Targaryen coded. Even though some tog fans might argue that Manon's long, moon-white hair, and eyes of the color of burnt gold make her look different from most of the Targaryens whose main features are: pale skin, long, silver/gold/silver-gold/platinum hair and eyes in a variety of shades of light-blue/purple, the similarities are still hard to ignore, especially if we compare Manon's arts with those of the members of House Targaryen.

Manon Blackbeak-Crochan

The Targaryen's

Now onto the similarities between Manon and Visenya:

Their personalities

Monon in the Throne of Glass books is depicted as a person who is cruel, heartless, ruthless, yet cunning and resourceful. She is also described to be cold, uncaring, and icy. Meanwhile Visenya in Asoiaf is stern, serious, and unforgiving.

2. Their connections to the iron

In the world of Throne of Glass, there are 3 clans of witches: the Blackbeak Clan, the Blueblood Clan and the Yellowlegs Clan. Each of these clans belong to the group known as Ironteeth Witches.

As Ironteeth Witch, Manon has a specific physiology such as iron teeth and claws.

In George RR Martin's books, iron is also very important. As a metal, iron is used in tools and armaments. We also have ironborns, we have iron islands, but most importantly we have The Iron Throne which is a seat of the Lord of Seven Kingdoms. The Iron Throne was constructed by Aegon I Targaryen, also known as Aegon the Conqueror, first king of the Seven Kingdoms and Visenya's husband (and brother). It was made from the swords surrendered by Aegon's enemies.

3. Their connections to magic/sorcery

As I've said previously Manon is a witch but she's also the last surviving Queen of Witches. Visenya apart from being a skillful and powerful warrior was also rummored to be doing some magic stuff, including dark sorcery and poisons:

“Some claimed that Visenya dabbled in dark sorceries and played with poisons.” (Martin, A Wiki of Ice and Fire)

4. Dragons and blades

Just like Manon, Visenya is also a dragonrider. Her wyverns name is Vhagar, while Manon's wyvern is named Abraxos. What's interesting in all of this is how they named their dragons. Both of these names were associated with Gods of their respective series.

Manon named Abraxos after the Three Headed Goddess' pet and Visenya named Vhagar for one of the gods of Old Valyria

Apart from that they own swords, Manon - Wind-Cleaver and Visenya - the Valyrian steel longsword Dark Sister.

If you want more examples of this then go to @1800naveen blog and @autolykus one.

If someone has much more information on Manon/Visenya similarities or other Throne of Glass characters being Asoiaf characters copycats fell free to reblog and write about it.

Anyway that's for now. Hope you have a wonderful evening ❤️

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mrsoftthoughts · 9 months ago

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Will Solace headcanons

- He's TALL

Like, really REALLY tall, at least for his age, this boy is like 1,82 ( smt like 6'0 with ⅔ of an inch I think?) at the age of fifteen and always has been the kind of kid who was at the end when the lines where from height order.

-The kind of person that gets red like a tomato

He looks like Tinkerbell whenever he gets flushed, especially but not exclusively when he is mad or has been laughing too hard.

-He is the embodiment of a social introvert

He likes spend time with his family and Friends, but he gets drained very easily, sometimes if he can avoid being surrounded by more than a few people or none at all, he isn't hesitating on taking that chance, and for that, he used to love when the cabin was empty of with just one or two of his siblings instead of the little battalion (Ofc he only could find that comfortable when the emptiness just means that all the others were at their daily activities and no that he, Austin and Kayla were the only one to fill the place until a new arrival.)

-Ok with PDA in public spaces if he's dating a girl, but sometimes he is kinda more reserved and discreet if his partner is a boy

Hear me out, he knows that there is nothing wrong with him or his relationship with a person of his same gender, but he has heard the things that some intolerant people are capable of and sees the consequences of it in some summer-only campers (and back at his home too, Remember that this boy is from Texas of all places) and he is terrified of the mere tough, so he's very wary of where or how much PDA displays towards his partner.

-His relationship with Naomi is great, but not really" Mother and son" like, but more "cool rich older friend/sister and bestie/younger brother"

None of them seem to realize or acknowledge that this isn't necessarily a good thing or that can be directly a problem due to the fact that Naomi has this little "eternal teenager" síndrome which is certainly not the best rely-on figure for an ACTUAL teenager.

-Kinda related to the last one, but he was partially/mostly raised by his grandparents

Naomi still being there, but she never quit her musical career which grew exponentially during her pregnancy, so sometimes she was out for a kinda Long time, They're this little southern older and kinda wealthy couple who absolutely love their grandson ( of which they were convinced that was the second mesias or something like a miracle at least due to his really weir birth conditions) Mr, Solace is guilty of wills star wars obsession

-This boy was literally indetectable during his ELEVEN months of gestation,

Naomi entered the hospital thinking that it was a digestive problem and ended up with a baby (that surprisedly for a newborn is pretty, like almost perfect to the point that feels beyond humanity) that looked like this guy whom she had met the past year in a trip to Austin, except that he and her cut the relationship way long before that what a normal pregnancy should be, her family end up convinced that was some kind of God's will and that's why they aren't bothered by Naomi having a child without being married or even in a relationship

- Igaf on what canon says, even if Will isn't usually a fighter, he, like any other demigod has a weapon, o well three

He has a bow, not his preferred one tough, his reaction is a bit too slow so forget about shot at a moving objective, Wich means that is useless when it comes to combat (and even in the archery range he is average or straight up sucks if their siblings are fair comparison), but that leads us to his preferred one for the last year's

Remember that shotgun that is just randomly in the armory? Well, he has his version of it, a Rifle, which is kinda restricted of in use because he can't use that thing for everything, the bullets are one-use-only which is kinda impractical and the mist wouldn't do shit to cover it up ( since that thing is already one of the disguises for the swords in this universe) and how tf are you supposed to explain that a minor has a hunting weapon in a big city?? Yeah- but his aim shines with that baby though

Sadly it has been slowly replaced while Will learns how to use his photokinesis and fulfill his dream of having his own light sable ( Why we are sleeping on the fact that this is just the best weapon to give a star wars fan capable of manipulating the fuckin light?!)

#nico di angelo #riordanverse #pjo #will solace #toa #will solace hcs #naomi solace #eldrich demigods #ig? i dunno how call it the pregnancy one #give will Solace a gun #Give will solace a lightsaber #hoo #william andrew solace #mrs soft headcanons #original of mine

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 6 months ago

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Given all of this kwami swap talk as well as you explaining how nonsensical it was to hand out the exact two Miraculous that Hawkmoth was looking for to the heroes meant to directly fight his akuma, I’d love to pick your brain about how you think the story would’ve gone if Master Fu gave Marinette the canon Dragon Miraculous and Adrien the canon Turtle Miraculous in Origins instead as well as them having Longg and Wayzz respectively to bounce off of from the get-go. Beyond me loving a classic sword-and-shield combo, I figure that this would still give Marinette the leading stance while giving Adrien the defensive stance in battle, which I personally don’t have a problem with when executed well given Adrien’s issues with self-control in deciding when and on what/whom to use Cataclysm and strategizing in general. In addition to that, having Shellter as Adrien’s power and Wayzz as his kwami would force him to take his and his partner’s disposition in battle seriously from the get-go, with Wayzz being heavily implied to be a kwami that prefers to take his time and thoroughly explain what needs to be done, meaning Adrien would have to show Wayzz that he really understands what he needs to do before getting the transformation phrase out of him.

On Marinette’s side of things, Longg is actually canonically confirmed from his first interaction with Kagami to be a kwami that prefers to take his time and thoroughly explain what needs to be done, which would lead to Marinette being calm enough from his explanation of what’s happening and what her job is to actually remember getting Stoneheart’s akuma the first time without any problems. This is especially in comparison to Tikki who, after Marinette tried to run what she said back to her with a clear lack of full understanding and confidence, even saying verbatim “Aww... this is all going too fast, Tikki... I... won't be able to pull this off!”, simply responds with “Trust yourself, Marinette. Just say ‘Spots on’.” without any further clarification or rerun.

Concerning actually cleansing the akuma, since lightning and especially water have far more cleansing symbolism than creation, either could easily act as the purification of akuma. Lightning could either burn away the negative magic corrupting akumas or burn the akuma itself to ash, which would also deplete Hawkmoth’s collection of butterflies at the time (though Marinette probably wouldn’t like the second option since they’re technically living creatures). An alternative would be Water “washing away” the negative magic in the akuma (while I’m mostly sure that akuma have been sent out in the rain before, Wind could be used to dry off the butterflies before they drown/so their wings aren’t damaged in case I’m misremembering and they’re like normal butterflies in that they can’t get wet). I know I specifically asked for your analysis on the canon Miraculous being given out, and while I would still like that I’m okay with fudging the Dragon JUST this much since it already has established advantages over other Miraculous, a minor wielder not detransforming until all three powers are used instead of just one for example. And while the restoration of Miraculous Ladybug would no longer be an option from the jump, I’m honestly cool with that this far into watching the show as it would push the Parisian officials to get off their butts and actually try to solve the magical terrorist issue WITH the heroes instead of expecting them to just manage everything.

You're actually hitting real close to my "fix" for the dragon with the whole sword-and-shield thing because I absolutely think that the dragon and the turtle should have been a matched set of sorts. I don't like the fact that only the ladybug and the black cat get paired up. I want all of the Kwamis to be part of some sort of set (doesn't need to be a set of two! Just a set). However, I don't see how a sword-and-shield combo fits Adrien and Marinette or how this miraculous pairing would work in the context of canon, though that may just be because I'm missing something. I'll give you why this isn't clicking for me and you can do with that what you will. Do not let me stop you from writing this fic or loving this concept! Fan theories are about having fun, not about appealing to me. I'm only giving you all of this because you asked for my thoughts. Don't feel obligated to read it if it makes you sad.

For me, Marinette's defining feature is her creativity and this setup removes that or at least heavily cuts it back. While you can be creative with the dragon's powers, they're basically just elemental speed boosts which isn't useful in most situations unless we're going to allow akumas to get electrocuted now.

The fights would also become a lot less unique as the heroes are now limited to a shield and the three flavors of elemental speed boost. Those aren't exactly the most diverse powersets in the world, especially given that the elemental thing requires you to physically charge in. You're not casting elemental abilities like a wizard. This new setup could still work if you nerfed the butterfly and made it so that the akumas didn't have such a wide variety of powers, but as-is, that doesn't sound like a balanced fight. The heroes feel too heavily disadvantaged and limited, especially given that they're now both close combat style fighters while akumas can still be ranged.

There's also the issue that Marinette isn't suited to close combat fighting. She has no training in any form of combat sport. Between her and Adrien, it seems more logical to give him the dragon, not her. He's the fencer, after all, and the dragon's weapon is that sudo sword baton thing. Adrien's also better suited to close combat fighting in terms of narrative role while removing Marinette's ranged abilities would further undermine her current role.

In terms of fighting styles, canon's setup is that Adrien does close combat and distraction techniques while Marinette sticks to long range attacks so that she has time to think. This is a really solid dynamic because it lets Marinette be creative. Making Marinette a close combat fighter would drastically limit her ability to be creative because you don't have time to be creative when you're doing that style of fighting. Your brain is simply too focused on survival (saying this as someone who fenced for several years). This is why tacticians are usually at the back of the battlefield relaying orders. You don't tend to send them to the front lines if you can help it.

The final issue with Marinette having the dragon in a canon setup is that I really don't think that you can get away with removing the magical reset button that is her ladybug cure. There are simply way too many akumas that cause mass destruction and even implied death. You'd have to massively nerf the akumas for this change to feel reasonable as it's not a minor change in stakes or tone. Akumas like Syren or The Bubbler would be impossible and you can never let anyone get injured because they now had to heal on a normal timeline, meaning that Adrien would probably end up sidelined before the end of season one.

While I get the desire to have the authorities step in and help more, your theory that the officials would work with the heroes doesn't really match what we've seen in canon or what tends to happen in these sorts of stories. The more likely setup is for the officials to work on solving the case without the heroes help or with the heroes only supplying the occasional tip/coming when summoned via something like the bat signal because, generally speaking, what information can the heroes really give them? Plus that setup requires the heroes and the government officials to have some sort of clear and open line of communication or standard meeting cadence, which is pretty risky and also ads at least one adult character who is now a major player in the story. An adult character who has this as their full time job while the teens are in school unless we're aging everyone up and letting the heroes be available during normal business hours or setting the story during summer vacation?

We've mostly focused on the dragon here, so let's take a moment to talk about the turtle. I do like Adrien as a backup user for the turtle, but you'd have to change the turtle up a bit if you wanted to make it his full-time role. Chat Noir is an incredibly dynamic fighter who jumps around the battlefield via a mix of acrobatics and his staff. Carapace's fighting style is much more tanky with him just holding up the shield and watching for opportunities to move in and defend with his power. This makes perfect sense and would be true for any turtle because of the turtle's weapon and power set. A shield is not suited to offense unless you make it work like Captain America's shield where it's a mix between a shield and a boomerang. For a normal shield, throwing it is a one-time use weapon. It's also not an offensive weapon, so Adrien would be heavily limited in terms of how he could fight.

And if we switch the turtle to Marinette? Then we're back to the whole limited-creativity thing. The turtle's power isn't meant for defeating villains. It's meant for protecting allies and civilians. Whoever is wielding it needs to be watching the fight, looking for risks. They can't give most of their attention to plotting how to win.

All that being said, I really like using the dragon and the turtle to flesh out the team. I think the turtle being the third member of the existing team would make total sense as a way to solve Chat Noir's self-sacrifice problem. You could also replace the black cat with the dragon and make it dragon!Adrien, Ladybug, and a turtle holder, but I'm not really seeing a functional version of canon that removes the Ladybug. It would be a wildly different story.

You asked about the Kwamis, too, so let's end on that!

Wayzz and Longg seem like solid mentors who could arguably replace Tikki without massively changing the feel of the story, but I'm hesitant to replace Plagg. Plagg's got one of the strongest personalities in canon and is the source of a lot of comedy to the point where his poor movie treatment upset a lot of people. Straight up removing him and replacing him with more serious Kwami would change that element of canon even more and I don't know if it would be a good change. Plagg and Tikki's opposing personalities give you a lot to work with. Wayzz and Longg would be way less dynamic and interesting as they're both responsible and calm.

We also have to keep in mind that a lot of Tikki and Plagg's flaws come from the fast pace of the show. Tikki rushed Marinette in Origins because the writers wanted to fit everything into 40 minutes and also establish why Marinette needed to cleans the butterflies in every episode, so they had Marinette and Adrien get their miraculous during the first akuma attack and then mess that up to establish the show's stakes. If they'd been given their miraculous even a day earlier, then things would have gone a lot smoother as Tikki would have had time to fully explain things since no one was in danger. This rushed stakes issue would apply to any Kwami who was handed out during an attack. After all, Wayzz and Longg don't exactly get to give Nino and Kagami detailed explanations when they were chosen either. If Adrien got the dragon or the turtle mid-battle, then I picture things going very similar to Kagami getting the dragon:

Longg: Greetings, young lady and good day to you. Fear not, I am Longg, the Dragon Kwami. Kagami: You're a what? Longg: A Kwa-mi... Allow me to tell you about the many feats that a magic being like myself will help you accomplish once the magic words have been spoken. (Kagami puts on the Miraculous) Ladybug has hopes that you will defeat Ikari Gozen with panache, using the element of your choosing. Wind, water or lightning. But firstly, let me tell you about her plan. Kagami: Longg, bring the storm! Longg: Wait! No! Not yet!

After all, that's basically what happened in Origins:

Plagg: Claws out! That's how you transform. Adrien: Got it. Plagg, claws out! Plagg: No, wait! I haven't finished explaining!--- (enters the ring)

#anon ask #writing discussion

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brewstersbru · 1 year ago

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Uh-oh have some more; i have a problem ! Huskerdust pt. 2 🕸️❤️‍🩹

It’s stupid. Really, it’s fucking insane, nonsensical, and the worst goddamn idea Angel’s had since he sold his soul. Still, though, he can’t stop humming the song.

“I’m a loser, baby…” He sings to himself, curled around Nug as he stares out his window into the neon lights and building fires that ever burn throughout the city. One thing he likes about the hotel- aside from actually having people who care about what happens to him, and a safe (and free!) place to sleep- is that he can’t see Val’s from his room's window. He can fall asleep without his sword hanging over his neck, without the constant reminder of what he’s allowed himself to become.

Before tonight, before Husk’s surprisingly uplifting little song and dance number, Angel hated most of what he was. Yeah he likes sex, but he doesn’t like being a whore. Doesn’t like being Val’s whore, especially.

And it didn’t make anything better, not really. Not in any way that matters. But it was nice to smile at Husk and not be expected to put out for it. To dance and sing without a leash, and instead gentle fleeting touches to guide him through the steps.

Angel curls further into himself, Nug makes a soft squealing noise at the jostling.

Husk was so careful with him. They were on the side of the goddamn street, next to a puddle of bum-puke (which Husk had prevented from getting on him!!) and Husk chose to be kind with Angel. What an idiot. What a gentleman.

They’d never work out, Angel has to remind himself of that when a shiver of a feeling he’d thought had long been fucked or beaten out of him by now works its way through his body. Warm and sugary.

Both beholden to contracts they’d signed, pets to egotistic psychopaths entirely too eager to make them suffer. What now feels so comforting could very quickly turn into something agonizing and painful. Plus, Husk doesn’t want him. He’s made that abundantly clear by now. Sure he’s being nice now that Angel’s ‘respecting his boundaries’ or whatever but the boundaries are there for a reason. He doesn’t want Angel. So much that it makes him uncomfortable if he gets too close.

Angel can feel his eyelids getting heavy, but there’s a jittering in his chest that signals a rough night. Shit, even with a night as good as this one, he can’t sleep in peace?

He’s a loser. Damaged goods. Maybe he’s not alone, but fuck if he doesn’t feel it right now.

Nug wriggles out from the lax cage of his arms and jumps off the bed.

***

There are texts from Val waiting on Angel’s phone when he wakes up.

He was right, it was a rough night. Only managed a cool three hours of fitful tossing before his alarm rang for the hotel’s ‘daily activities’. Say what you will about him, he’s nothing if not punctual (and Charlie had looked real pitiful when she asked him to come down in the mornings more, it’s really impossible to say no to her face).

The texts are a long eternity of scrolling pink. Angel sighs at the few words he manages to catch as he makes his way to the top, “whore” (unoriginal), “bitch” (overdone), “ungrateful” (points for accuracy), and a whole myriad of other demeaning things that his exhaustion addled mind can’t be assed to fully compartmentalize.

He didn’t know how much he’d miss being called “baby” in that smooth low baritone until now; being called all the regular stuff makes his stomach churn in comparison. Or maybe it’s just who’s calling him what. He’d let Husk call him whatever he wanted if he kept being all gentle with him. Shit, it hasn’t even been a day and he’s already mooning like a whiny romance protagonist. Eugh.

Looks like he’s got another long shoot today. He’s expected over in an hour or so, and Val had signed off with an “xoxo” which really means “or else”. God, he’s really punishing him for stepping out of line this time. Angel can feel a twinge of something in his back as he stands from his bed. Even with an enhanced body, fourteen hours nonstop took it’s toll, and it’s just going to get worse from here. He winces to himself and moves to rub at the sore spot. “Fuck.” He mutters, casting around for a decently sexy outfit so Val doesn’t have another thing to nitpick about.

It doesn’t take long, after the first several years of coming home sticky and itchy Angel had curated his closet to be both sexy and comfortable. Every piece strikes that balance perfectly and nothing clashes when combined. He’s quite proud of it actually, but it’s not something that comes up often in conversation so he doesn’t really ever have the occasion to brag.

Husk is- as he always is- shining glasses behind the bar when Angel makes his way down. One has to wonder if the dishes he’s cleaning are actually dirty, or if he just needs something to do with his hands. Angel would put a lot of money on the latter, no one here- even with all the alcoholics- could possibly go through glasses that fast.

Husk’s eyes dart up to his when the stairs let out a sharp creak, announcing his presence. With a small, private smile he waves him over.

“Mornin’ Angel. Fancy a drink?”

It’s really pathetic how much Angel has to fight to not give in. Not to walk over and settle at the bar, letting that warm, even voice soothe all his decades old aches and pains. He smiles, but it’s tight and untrue. Husk glances down at his lips for a moment, frowns, then goes back to shining.

“Sorry, Kitty, got a shoot. Raincheck?” He hopes he says yes. What he would give to be able to see Husk at the end of the- long, painful and entirely exhausting- day and share a drink. He’s never been to heaven, never even tried thinking about what might be up there because, well, look at him. It’s not really his kind of place, is it?

Still, though, a drink with Husk at the end of today’s misery has got to be pretty damn close. As close as Angel can ever hope to get, anyways. Husk sets the newly polished glass down, and leans against the countertop.

“Sure thing. I’ll have a cosmo waiting.” Angel can tell he wants to ask, that he wants to say something about Val and the fact that this is the second day in a row Angel is going in for a long shoot. About the bruises that are still visible, having just started purpling against Angel’s skin. But he doesn’t, he bites his tongue and offers what solace he can. The feeling that bubbles beneath Angel’s skin at this realization is hot and dangerous.

He nods, curt and with another stiff smile before scurrying off. He hates that Husk has seen him like this.

“I can’t wait.” Angel mutters- more to himself than anything- at the cusp of the doorway.

And it’s the gospel goddamned truth.

***

It’s late, definitely later than whatever ballpark time Husk had in mind when he accepted the raincheck for tonight and though Angel knows Husk’s not really one to give much of a shit about punctuality- when you have eternity ahead of you, ‘on time’ becomes pretty damned relative- he still feels like shit for keeping him waiting.

He’s fidgeting in the back of a sleek, pink limo Val had been kind enough to provide him when, at the end of today’s shoot, Angel had found himself frighteningly unable to walk. Of course, nothing is ever free in this unlife, so Val had taken a cut of his earnings to ‘compensate himself’ for having to cart Angel around, when, if he’d just done as he was told, he wouldn’t have gotten himself hurt enough to need it.

Angel doesn’t want to buy into the idea, but Val has a point. He needs to be more careful if he’s going to continue being of any use to the hotel. As much as he pretends to be an uncaring freeloader, something itches beneath his skin at the thought of actually becoming one. He can pull his weight. He can pull his goddamned weight.

The limo swerves in front of the hotel and lets him off with little fanfare; Angel gingerly picks his way up the hill to the large front doors, wincing and trying to ignore the stabbing agony going on below his waist with each step.

He doesn’t expect to see anyone when he walks in, it’s late, and they have ‘redemption’ exercises to do in the morning; even Husk has to have a bedtime and it’s late enough that Angel assumes the time has already passed. Hell, if Angel didn’t have work today he’d probably be asleep by now.

And yet- as he tiptoes past the threshold, gently pulling the door closed behind him- Angel hears a low rumbling sound. The lights in the lobby are off, as expected, but there’s just enough ambient light to reveal a small lump curled up on the couch. Upon closer inspection, Angel realizes that the sound is purring, and the lump is Husk.

“What the fuck…” He mutters to himself, as Husk’s purring is interrupted by what Angel can only describe as a hitching snore before resuming with even more force. His wings, which have been wrapped around himself in a facsimile of a blanket, tremble and shudder with the power of the vibrations. Angel has to strangle the coo that tries to escape his lips at the sight.

Fuck, that’s adorable. He really is just a kitty underneath all that jaded bullshit, huh. Unwitting, Angel’s hand reaches out to coast over the fur on his head. Not quite touching, but close enough to feel the warm shudder of contented purring. It’s enough to make Angel forget about his injuries for the moment, too enamored with the rare sight of a pleasantly sated Husk in the throes of sleep.

Alas, the bliss of the moment is short-lived, and before Angel can tug his hand away, Husk snatches it out of the air, scrambling up into a sitting position to glare at him and hiss. Okay, even his hissing is kind of cute, but that might just be Angel’s fucked up-ness talking.

“Hey… Huskie…” Angel eeks, trying to pull his hand away from Husk’s bruising grip. His body’s already got its work cut out with his other injuries, it doesn’t need more paltry bruises to expend its energy on.

Husk shakes his head and, after a moment, his eyes clear of the film of sleep. Once he recognizes Angel in front of him, he drops his arm, as if burned.

“Fuck, Angel. Y’can’t sneak up on me like that.” Having regained his senses, he takes a moment to apprise himself of the state of Angel, eyes roving critically over each exposed patch of skin in the dim light. His expression gradually hardens as he becomes more and more aware of just how much damage there is to contend with. Angel, desperate to talk about literally anything but his bleeding body laughs hollowly.

“Yeah, sorry man. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sleep before, though, did you know you purr?” Husk gives him a blank look at the obvious attempt at deflection but, after a moment, shrugs and scoots over, patting the space beside him on the couch. “I was aware. Must’ve passed out waiting for you.” He scratches at the chops of fur just below his chin as he speaks, seemingly unconcerned with what he’s just said. That he waited for Angel to come back so they could have their raincheck; that he waited up and Angel was late.

Angel feels a little sick, the mixture of butterflies and sinking despair in his gut creating something entirely new, and entirely nauseating. He winces, but settles on the couch, curling into himself. “Sorry about that, Tuts. Got a little caught up at the studio… Y’know you didn’t have to wait up, right? We can always raincheck another day.”

It’s quiet for a long, excruciating moment, before Angel feels Husk’s eyes on him again. He can’t bring himself to meet them, instead staring further into the relative safety of the knotted wooden floor. Husk sighs.

“I know. I wanted to.”

Oh. Oh, fuck. Angel is infinitely thankful for the fact that the lights are off because he can feel the aggressive flush working its way up his cheeks and knows it would be incredibly obvious, if it isn’t already. He coughs into one of his hands.

“But… I was late…? It’s- it’s like four AM. I wouldn't blame you for just going to bed.” Angel isn’t really sure why he’s arguing with Husk about this, all he knows is that none of what has happened since he walked into the hotel has made any goddamn sense, and it’s making his stomach churn. Husk’s tail swishes, hovering lightly over the span of Angel’s hunched shoulders, not touching, but close enough to feel.

Finally, after another long minute of silence, Husk speaks.

“I just wanted to make sure you got back okay.” Part of Angel swoons at the gentlemanly sentiment, the rest of him bristles at the implication that he needs that. That he can’t make sure he gets back okay on his own. That he’s weak. He whips around to glare at a startled Husk.

“And you don’t think I can get myself back safely? Fuck you, man, I’m not some weak little damsel in need of saving.” He spits. Husk shakes his head, eyes wide at the vehemence in Angel’s words. His hand raises from his lap- perhaps to reach out, to comfort- but at Angel’s expression, he brings it to his own arm to rub at his tricep sheepishly.

“Stop putting words in my mouth, Angel.” He scolds, brows furrowed, “I don’t think you’re weak, I just don’t want you to feel like you’re facing this alone.”

Angel scoffs and turns away. Evidently, that’s the breaking point for Husk, because he huffs and snarls, “What? I can’t care about you?” There’s a static to his movements, a ruffling to his fur that indicates real irritation. For some reason, that makes Angel angrier.

“Not if you’re not fucking me! Not if you don’t get any fucking thing out of it! Fuck!” His wounds give a valiant, biting twinge at the end of his sentence, causing Angel to hunch over himself and press a hand against his side while he struggles to catch his breath. Through the haze of agony, he hears shuffling, and feels the couch straighten as Husk rises to leave.

Good fucking riddance. Angel knew it was all talk. He knew it.

His breaths remain ragged for a long time while he tries to get ahold of himself again. Enough, at least, that he can drag himself back to his room. He curses Husk, but more so he curses himself for getting himself into this situation in the first place. What was his one rule? Don’t get attached, don’t let them lure you into thinking they care because they never do, and you’re just going to end up getting your feelings hurt if you keep being stupid about it.

The pain does not abate, even as his thoughts spiral ever downwards into despair.

After an excruciating, indeterminate amount of time, he feels the couch dip again and, unwilling to face whatever well-meaning do-gooder it is this time, Angel shakes his head.

“Leave. Me. Alone.” he grits, each word more painful than the last. The person does not leave.

“Are you gonna let me help you now, or is it going to be another fight?” It’s Husk’s voice. He’s back. Fuck, why is he back? The noise of confusion that bursts from Angel’s lips is entirely unwitting. He opens his mouth to offer a scathing rebuttal, but can only manage a soft groan. Husk scoots closer. He’s warm. Fuzzy.

“Just nod or shake your head. Can I touch you?” Angel takes a moment to think about it, but has to acquiesce to himself that if he doesn’t let Husk touch him, he’s going to be in agony for the rest of the night. With great effort, he nods. A heavy breath punches itself from Husk’s lips, fanning warmly across Angel’s head.

“Okay. Good. I’m gonna lay you down so I can get a better look.” Angel desperately wants to make a joke about the phrasing of that, but doesn’t get the chance before he's being manhandled onto his back. It’s a familiar situation, but the usual spike of fear in his throat is noticeably absent this time. Angel doesn’t dwell on what that might mean.

Husk works quickly and efficiently on Angel’s wounds, soothing him with a warm hand through Angel’s hair whenever the pain gets to be too much- punching miserable little sounds from him- and keeping his touches strictly clinical. When he finishes, he sits back on his heels with a sigh. Settling back at the other end of the couch and allowing Angel his personal space again. Angel’s eyes feel surprisingly heavy. He catches a soft look from Husk before they flutter closed.

Husk chuckles, soft and low.

“See? Doesn’t always have to be a fight.”

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #angel dust #husker hazbin hotel #husker x angel dust #i imagine angel would get aggressive when he feels weird #like why does this mf care?? suspicious #had a lot of fun writing this #still learning their characters tho #can u tell im a sucker for wound tending #husk is a kitty #pls enjoyyyy #brublurbs #cross posted on ao3 as always bc i crave attention

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eddathegreat · 1 year ago

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I Guess I'll Post About Shipping Mizu

The way I see it, we've got 3 options for Mizu: Akemi, Taigen, and Ringo.

I ship Mizu with Ringo.

Here is my long-winded breakdown of why.

Akemi is probably the worst match for Mizu. Which is really unexpected, I'm frankly almost always gunning for the lesbian option. There are reasons they could work: they could find some solidarity as women in a shared culture, each trying to find their own way. They are both ruthlessly determined and willing to be underhanded. However, they have led very different lives, Mizu of poverty and Akemi of privilege, and we see Akemi often acting very entitled, while Mizu is unlikely to ever give a shit about being 'proper.' Most damning, I think, is that Akemi is resolved to be Great by the end of S1, hence why she and Taigen don't work out. Mizu is very similarly not very interested in being great: she wants to kill some people, and is otherwise lacking in aspirations.

Which leads into me talking about Taigen. They have a shared appreciation for swordplay and martial arts. I'm not so blind I can't see the sexual tension in their fights. And they are both people who could be happy to settle down and live a mundane life, away from everything. However, Taigen is... especially bullheaded. Just kind of a dick all around. He's honorable, sure, but within the bounds of his honor code he is repeatedly an asshole. I cannot possibly imagine him responding well when he finds out that a woman is wielding a sword, and that flavor of constant dickishness really puts a damper on any of his stronger points.

Ringo, in contrast, is nice, in a way that I think complements Mizu very well. There are some issues, of course. Ringo also wants to be Great, like Akemi. There is a pretty big gulf between the two in how comfortable they are with violence, Ringo shying away while Mizu embraces it. However, Ringo is also actively interrogating what he wants out of life, which also reflects Mizu's struggles, and I can see them actually deciding on a life course together. There is also solidarity pretty much from the start of their relationship, Ringo accepting Mizu as a swordswoman and Mizu not dismissing Ringo as worthless, even praising his ability to be stealthy. Mizu is vulnerable with Ringo in a way that she isn't with the other two. Ringo is careful enough to balance Mizu's recklessness, but also willing to roll with her, and I like the dynamic.

The last big comparison I have to make is how each of them responds to Mizu's bullshit. When she hurts Taigen and Akemi, each of them are quick to reverse their positive impressions and start referring to Mizu in racialized terms. Ringo, however, calls her out for more appropriate reasons. And while all three have had their conflicts with Mizu, her conflict with Ringo never became homicidal or even violent. In fact, Ringo is the only one of the three who actually has a positive history at all with Mizu.

#blue eye samurai #mizu #taigen #akemi #ringo #mizu blue eye samurai #akemi blue eye samurai #taigen blue eye samurai #ringo blue eye samurai #ringo x mizu #mizu x ringo #mingo?#shipping #media analysis

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 year ago

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Oh Captain, My Captain ~ Pirate!Winter

a/n: I recently watched the one piece live action while suffering from red-haired winter brain rot... thus this fic was created. @foolish-sparrow, my pirate queen and favorite mother figure, this one's for you. ❤️ also last fic of 2023, so I hope the new year treats you all well!

tw: possible ooc aespa girlies (I have never written for them before), violence (guns, swords, and death, oh my!), alcohol mentions, one suggestive mention

word count ~ 2.9k

summary: as a first mate to the captain of the Red-Haired Pirates, your job is simple. 1.) keep everyone in line, 2.) keep the ship running above water, and most importantly, 3.) remind your captain and lover that she needs to take a break every once in a while (after you plunder some enemy pirates, of course!)

♡ Masterlist ♡

"Come here, my love." Winter's voice rings out over the hustle and bustle of her crew as you slip past a few of them to head up the stairs, towards the helm of the ship.

Every great captain needed a reliable first mate. Someone they could trust when shit went sideways - as it often did as a pirate sailing the seas.

As luck would have it, you were the first mate to Winter's adventures as a captain, but your relationship quickly grew beyond what was conventional for a captain and a crew mate.

It's not like anyone's opinions mattered - if someone was out of line, a few days strung to the front of the ship set them straight. Winter was less harsh on her crew then most pirates, and had a semi-stable moral compass, but she couldn't let everything slide.

"I'm here, Minjeong, do you need something?" You ask as she backs away from the wheel to fish something out of her pocket.

"If I didn't know you better, I'd take that as a form of disrespect," She teases before tossing you a small necklace, "You should respect your captain, especially if they're pickpocketing necklaces off of dead rival pirates."

"I'm sorry, Captain Winter," You catch the necklace before mockingly bowing, "should I kiss your feet next time as a form of respect?"

"I'd prefer you started with my mouth-"

You scoff before admiring the necklace.

The rubies hanging along the necklace shine right in comparison to the gold chain it hangs on. There's a bit of rust on the necklace - from old money, you assume - but you know Winter means well. She often doesn't have much left over to spend on the two of you - she likes to reward her crew for a job well done when she's not fixing cannonball-sized holes in her ship.

You don't hesitate to put it on before answering her.

"Darling, if you want to kiss me, you don't have to grandstand. I'd do it for you anyways."

You lean in to kiss her, as she does the same, before a cannonball hits the left side of the ship. Winter grabs the nearest bolted-down object before catching you in her arms.

"You good?" She asks as you nod in response. "Way to ruin a moment."

"You'll really earn a kiss after this one, Captain." You look back to see a massive ship coming from the distance as your crew scrambles to be on the offensive.

Winter quickly goes to her feet before unsheathing her cutlass from her side.

"I've got this side covered. Go find Karina, Giselle, and Ningning. They're on strict orders to fire whatever they can find until we get close enough to invade their ship."

You're quick to your feet as well as you scan the crew members below you for the three girls you're looking for.

"I'm on it, Captain," You smile before backing away and blowing her a kiss, "but don't kick their asses too hard, alright?"

"If everything goes to plan, they'll regret setting sights on our ship." Winter swings her sword in the air as fellow pirates rally to her side and prepare for the incoming battle.

You scurry away on your mission with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face.

It's never a dull day on the seas with you, is it, Minjeong?

You catch Ningning on your way below deck, and you toss her your extra knife - she'll need it, given that hers find their way into the enemy's neck.

Below deck, Giselle is giving strict instructions to a few new recruits on how to fire the cannons. She spots you and waves as your eyes scan around the room.

"We're guns ablazing down here. How are we upstairs?" Giselle asks before tossing a cannonball into a nearby cannon.

"Everyone's ready, but I'm on the captain's orders to find Karina. Where's our head marksman?"

"Check the gunroom. I think she snuck off with a girl - another marksman, perhaps?"

"Damn you, Karina." You grumble before placing a hand on Giselle's back. "We're still up for drinks?"

"As long as I kick your ass at poker afterwards, then yes."

"You got lucky," You scowl for a moment as Giselle lights a match to set off the cannon, "but keep things running smoothly down here. I have a lovesick puppy to chase."

Giselle softly laughs as you plug your ears and move past the cannons. A few cannons fire off before you make your way to the gunroom. You try to open the door, but it's locked.

"Karina!" You loudly pound on the door before you hear two women squeal.

"Don't come in!" Karina yells.

"Wasn't planning on it, but we need you upstairs in the crow's nest. We're under attack from another ship." You announce before pounding on the door. "You can answer to me, or answer to your Captain. Either way-"

The door quickly unlocks and reveals a disheveled Karina along with another girl behind her in a similar state.

"Don't tell Winter about this, please-"

"Get moving and I won't say another word." You step out of her way, and Karina scurries to above deck after grabbing her gun. "You too, c'mon!"

The other girl makes a noise resembling a cross between a shriek and a squeal before hurrying out of the room. You quickly close the door, but not before grabbing your favorite toy - a musket you lovingly called Killjoy.

With your specialists ready for battle, it was time to head back upstairs and see how much closer the other ship had gotten.

"Nice of you to join us, Karina," Winter jests as you join her at the side of the ship, "get up in that crow's nest and start shooting!"

"Got it." She nods before giving you a pleading look.

You wink at Karina, who deeply sighs before heading off.

"Which girl was she caught with this time?" Winter pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance as you eye the rapidly approaching sea vessel.

"One of her marksmen. A new recruit, if I'm not mistaken." You ready Killjoy in your arms as the two ships are nearly about to collide.

Although Winter's ship has taken some damage, the other ship is about two more cannon blasts from going under. It makes sense that they'd try to get close, but they didn't know the talent of her crew.

With a skilled marksman, a masterful assassin, a crafty navigator who likes to play with fire, and the best swordsman to sail the coast, you had little to fear with your crew. You could hold your own, as could the rest of the crew, but you did like to let them show off - it gave you a clear reputation in the seas.

The two ships collide, causing you to grab the railing along with Winter.

"Charge!" She yells as a few members of your crew, including Ningning, swing across to jump aboard the other ship.

Karina quickly shoots down most of the pirates who swing towards your ship. In your arms, Killjoy is a deadly weapon, so you're able to down the last two pirates on your left.

Before you can check your other side, Winter slices through a pirate that was headed your direction.

"Check both sides next time." She teases as you aim behind her shoulder and shoot down another enemy pirate.

"You watch the front, I've got your back." You say with a smile as Winter charges in front of you to take down another set of pirates who have just swung in.

You aim your musket at a pirate who swings in towards you, but you miss the shot due to a large explosion on the enemy ship that kicks up smoke and debris.

"Giselle, can you aim the grenades a little farther next time?" You scold the girl who appears next to you before she hands you a nearby trident.

"Accounting for distance and smoke, throw this ten degrees portside." Giselle, albeit a little too willing for your liking, takes Killjoy from your hands as you follow her instructions.

"I can't see anything-"

"-just trust me!" She yells as you throw the trident.

Sure enough, a pirate comes charging your way out of the smoke, but your trident pierces through his heart and lungs before he can reach you.

"How did you do that?" You're in shock as you grab the trident from the dead pirate.

"I'm the navigator. I'm supposed to know where everything is," Giselle aims your musket at the sky and shoots a pirate that neither of you could see, "but I did guess that they would charge you head on instead of moving to the side."

"Remind me to fish you out of the captain's cabin more often, mapmaker. You've got some serious talent." You compliment Giselle as the smoke finally clears and you can see who is coming your way.

"I like to make myself useful." She shrugs before easily downing another pirate that tries and fails to swing across to your boat. "I'll return her back to you in one piece."

"You better, or so help me God-" You grumble as Giselle heads to the quarterdeck to fend off more enemy pirates.

On the other ship, Ningning stabs two pirates at once before they both fall to the ground. Another tries to charge her, but a casual knife throw backwards ends their pursuit before it has a chance to start.

You've made enough of a dent in their crew that most fights are two versus one, and your trident stabs two pirates like a kabob before hitting the mainmast.

You grab a sword from a long-deceased pirate as you jump into the fray. You parry an oncoming blow before pushing the other pirate back. Another tries to swing at your feet, but you're quick to jump out of the way and land a blow to their side.

Winter jumps in and kicks one of the pirates to the ground before stabbing her cutlass through their neck. The pirate you injured tries to move away from you while holding their side, but you rush forward and send them overboard with one push.

A gentle hand grabs yours as a sword comes right in front of your eyes. With two swords in their hands and a flamboyant hat on their head, you're certain that the foe in front of you is the enemy Captain.

Winter pulls you into one of her arms before pointing her cutlass directly at the other captain's chest.

"Surrender now, and we may let you live." She raises an eyebrow at the other captain, who takes a defensive posture.

"My crew and I will rip you to shreds."

"You might want to take a look around, then." Winter lets go of you before gesturing around her with her free hand.

The other captain looks around, panicked, as they notice that most of their crew is dead, overboard, or badly hurt.

Ningning waves her hand from the other ship, along with her remaining frontline fighters.

Karina jumps down from the last rung leading up to the crow's nest as she joins the rest of her marksman on the main deck.

Giselle stands to your left with a single grenade that she menacingly tosses up and down every few seconds.

You and Winter stand side-by-side with both of your swords pointed towards the nervous captain who immediately drops their swords.

"I surrender! Drop your weapons!" The captain barks as the rest of their crew raises their hands and drops their weapons.

With guns and swords drawn, you corral their crew into the corner as Ningning steers the enemy ship close enough that everyone can cross safely to plunder their treasures.

You cross your arms as two of your pirates lower the planks on both ships.

"You first, my dear Captain." You bow to Winter, who scoffs before sheathing her cutlass and offering you her hand.

"The captain and her first mate go together, you know." She smirks as you set aside your sword and take her hand. "Let's hope we find enough treasure to fix the ship."

The ship you plundered was full of treasures, including a fully stocked wine cellar that you and Giselle called dibs on. You found a pearl bracelet that you could probably pawn off for a pretty penny, but it'd look much better on your dearest than a stack of coins.

You're able to slip it into your pocket before anyone notices, and you help the crew members take some ammunition and supplies for yourself as Ningning counts up all of the gold, rubies, and other assorted treasures.

"How much are we looking at?" You ask before sitting next to her.

"More than enough to fix the ship, if that's what you're asking. We might even be able to afford the top-shelf rum." She jokes as you fish a small leather bag from your pocket.

You fill it full of gold coins before tossing it at Ningning.

"What is this for?"

"I know Winter hasn't been able to pay you for a while, so consider our debt settled. You're free to leave when you make it to the next island, if you want." You tell Ningning, who stares at the bag of money for a moment before emptying it back out.

"Months ago, I would've taken this money and ran off. I don't tend to like pirate crews, as a bounty hunter, but your crew is different."

"Good different or bad different?" You ask.

"Depends on the day." She shrugs as you lightly push her aside.

"C'mon, we're not that bad-"

"I've watched you and Giselle drink a barrel of wine by yourselves-"

"That was one time, and Karina still owes us money for that." You scoff at the thought as Ningning laughs to herself.

"I think I belong here, at least for now." She softly says after a moment of silence.

"Well, we're always glad to have you aboard." You rub her shoulders before standing up. "We've done enough talking. Let's get this treasure to our ship so we can make it to land before nightfall, which means Giselle and I can get wasted at the first land bar we see."

You roll your shoulders back after taking your second round of shots.

"Ningning's right, the top shelf rum really is the good shit!" Giselle yells over the live band that's playing to entertain the bar guests tonight.

"Who cares if it's top shelf or from the bottom of the barrel, if it'll get me drunk, it's good enough for me." You yell back as Giselle grabs her goblet of wine.

"I'll cheers to that." She says as your goblets smack together before you take a drink of wine.

"Excuse me," A tap on your shoulder causes you to turn around as a smaller member of your crew lightly taps your shoulder, "the captain's looking for you."

"Heading in for an early night?" Giselle teases before you casually flip her off.

"You know how Winter gets, it's all business all the time with her. I'll see if I can get her to relax for a bit." You stand up off of your barstool before nodding to the crew member. "Lead the way."

"If you're not back before the next song ends, I'm finishing your wine!" Giselle yells over the crowd as you roll your eyes.

"You better not!" You loudly respond before you weave through the crowd while watching the crew member in front of you.

Before you know it, you've made it to the back of the bar. Winter lightly traces the rim of her goblet with her pointer finger before her eyes meet yours.

"Thank you, Hana." Winter dismisses the girl with a wave as you slide right next to her in the private booth.

"How's the ship faring?"

"The contractor won't be able to fix all of the damages in a day, so we're stuck on land today and tomorrow." She wistfully says before taking a sip of wine. "Are you keeping an eye on everyone?"

"Love, you need to let everyone relax." You softly say while gently grabbing her arm. "They worked their asses off today, so they deserve a night off."

"The ship-"

"-will be fine. We paid a couple of locals good money to keep thieves off of it. Now, can the captain go off duty so I can speak to my lover?" You pleadingly ask as Winter sighs and removes her captain's hat.

Her beautiful red hair falls down past her shoulder as she hangs her hat on a nearby coat hook.

"Better?" She asks as you admire her hair.

"Better." You say before carefully brushing her hair with your hand. "You should put your hair down more often. It makes you look absolutely divine."

Her hand quickly grabs yours as you're halfway through combing her hair. Careful eyes meet yours as she tilts her head at you.

"Do you really mean that?" Vulnerability slips into her words as you watch her cringe at how child-like she sounds.

"I do," You smile before placing her hand in yours, "but I think I owe my captain a very special reward."

"You do, my first mate." Winter leans in to kiss you, and without the threat of pirate ships, certain death, or nosy crew members, you passionately kiss her back.

I'd spend everyday fighting off enemy pirates if I knew my day would end like this with you.

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apollo-likes-writing · 9 months ago

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June of Doom Day One - "Help Me."

Characters: Bruce Wayne/Batman, Clark Kent/Superman, Alfred Pennyworth, Ra's Al-Ghul (mentioned), Tim Drake/Red Robin, Damian Wayne/Robin, Stephanie Brown/Spoiler, Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Summary: Bruce has always been stubborn, much to the dismay of those around him. It's only when he has no other option that he actually decides to ask for assistance.

Word count: 1603

Tags: Light angst, light gore, injuries, depictions/recountance of injuries and violence, medicine/medical terminology.

Author's Note: In comparison to other angst fics I've written, this one is incredibly tame. Call it the calm before the storm for this challenge lol. Enjoy! As always, feel free to like, comment, and reblog. It helps me out a bunch.

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Masterlist | Day Two

The Dark Knight is revered across the world as being untouchable. Unbeatable. The stuff of legend that you tell your kids about so they will behave. “You better be good, or the Batman will come and get you in the night!” It works a treat. There are some people in the world who don’t even think He exists. They believe it’s clever CGI or paid trauma actors or a talented cosplayer (as to what they’re cosplaying is up for debate, for obvious reasons). Like on of those fake movies where people on social media work together in their thousands to gaslight people into thinking they exist when they don’t. It’s not true, of course. Batman is as human as any other person on Earth (except for the large variety of aliens that also call Earth home, but that’s another thing to ignore). He is human. He has skin and lungs and teeth and a tongue; and with such things comes vulnerability. The Dark Knight is not untouchable, and he certainly isn’t unbeatable.

Especially considering the state he is currently in.

It is well-known throughout the hero community that Ra’s Al-Ghul is not a man to be messed with. Whenever his name pops up on mission briefs it is always given to the more capable heroes in the Watchtower. Usually the Big Three: Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman, and today was no different. When the small-time hero of somewhere unimportant came shuffling over to his office to timidly poke his head through the door, Batman was surprisingly quite understanding.

“That must have been a formatting error. I’ll handle it, don’t worry. Ra’s Al-Ghul isn’t a villain for the regular hero. Thank you for bringing this to me, Jerry.”

How on earth he knew the man’s name was between him and the gods. He scampered off and out of Batman’s office before he got the chance to ask, his own fear getting the best of him. How heroic.

Now, while Bruce is clutching his side and using his cape as an impromptu bandage across his torso, he wishes that Clark and Diana were not on their respective breaks.

“The kids are on school break. I’m going to take them to visit Ma and Pa for the weekend. Shout if you need me, Bruce.”

“My sisters in Themyscira have requested my presence for a ceremony of some kind. It is apparently important, so I will be back in about a week.”

He can’t blame them, of course. Superhero work is tough, and everyone is in need of a break now and again. Jon and Kon are important to Clark, as are his own children to Bruce, so he understands. And the surprise birthday party for Diana has been in the works for months. Being the only naturally born Themysciran, it is a ceremony worth celebrating for the Amazons, so Bruce can’t fault them either. He just wishes their departures could have been spaced out a little more so he wouldn’t have to deal with Ra’s alone.

Now, in the middle of god-knows-where in some North African country, he is alone. Crippled by some sort of Lazarus Pit magic that was blasted across his thigh and various sword-related wounds dotted around his torso and legs. He’s been in worse situations, but he’s also certainly been in better as well. With Alfred piloting the Batwing from the safety of the Batcave, he’s got about four hours until it arrives, and he can be brought back to his own domain. Back to safety. He hesitates at the idea of calling for help from Clark. The man has his own priorities, and it’s been an incessantly long time since he’s had time alone with his family without the stress of hero work.

However, some priorities overrule others.

“Clark, help me,” he whispers, voice cracking and hoarse after hours of fighting and sustaining injuries. As he treks away from the arena where Ra’s and Bruce fought (some secluded spot in the middle of a dessert - Bruce would personally guess Ethiopia due to the landmarks surrounding him, but he has been wrong before and wouldn’t be surprised if he was at this moment as well) and with the fact that Ra’s has been defeated in mind and handed into the local authority, he pushes forward. Every step through sand dunes feels as if he’s walking through treacle, and he can’t help but struggle with his own body as he reaches the crest of a particularly large mountain of sand. In the distance, the sparkling lights of a large city twinkle at him with the promise of assistance, but he highly doubts he’ll get there before he collapses to dehydration or his injuries. He’s already exhausted the little water he had in his utility belt and the bandages in it have already been used to patch up wounds of the highest severity. The strange green magic that Ra’s used on him made the material of his trousers stick to his left leg painfully, so he had to cut the cotton-Kevlar material off.

So, there he is: trudging in the middle of some desert in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night - dehydrated, injured, and miserable with his incoming support not available for another several hours and half of his costume in disrepair. He can’t help feeling a little irritable towards his comrades for this, even if he is completely aware that it isn’t their fault. He was the one who deemed it too dangerous for his children to come with him to combat the Demon’s Head and made the incredibly intelligent decision to go alone. Even Alfred had urged him to go with one of his more mature children, but his fear of losing them after what happened to Jason put the rational part of his brain on autopilot in favour of the worried parent in him to disagree with every alternative. He can just hope that either his family or Clark finds him before it’s too late.

That’s the last thought he has before he collapses, face first, into the sand.

—

He’s in and out of consciousness for a long time. When he’s got half a mind to take in his surroundings, Bruce notices that he is travelling. Rapidly. When he blinks, he’s in a vehicle, then lying down on something, then surrounded by darkness. He hears voices too, but they’re often mixed and warped together until he can’t discern whose is whose. Eventually, the soft timbre of Alfred reaches him, followed by the worried voice of his eldest son. It’s then when he realises he’s back in the Batcave and safe, so he closes his eyes again and stays like that for a while; not particularly in the mood for waking up.

When he properly regains consciousness, he’s met with a pounding headache and a sharp ache overwhelming his legs and chest. Bruce opens his eyes and is immediately blinded by the bright LED of a medical light glaring down on him. He squints into it and brings his arm up to cover his eyes with a groan, and the room, which he didn’t realise was occupied by others, suddenly went silent.

“Bruce? You’re awake!” That was the voice of his third son.

“It was about time, Father. How was Grandfather?” That was his youngest.

“Stop pestering him! Let him get his bearings before you overwhelm him with questions.” His eldest daughter.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t overwhelm me with questions at all. At least, not yet,” Bruce grumbles, attempting to sit up without triggering a massive headache and failing miserably. He slumps back on the hospital cot, closing his eyes. He feels a cool and damp fabric being placed on his forehead, realising that Alfred is busy doing his medical ministrations as he always does.

“You gave us quite the scare, Master Bruce. I hope this acts as a lesson to not fight the League of Assassins without correct backup,” the butler states. Bruce sighs, the act causing pain to shoot through his ribcage. Ah, so he broke them.

“I won, didn’t I?” he states, attempting humour. The joke falls flat in the now silent room and the man represses the urge to sigh a second time.

“We all know that’s not the point here, Bruce.” His eldest son, Dick, steps forward and stands next to the cot where his father lies. “You gave Clark quite the scare.”

That’s what gets Bruce to open his eyes.

“He’s here?”

“He’s upstairs in the Manor. He wanted to give you space.”

He can’t suppress the sigh this time and it turns into a wince.

“Damn it. Can you bring him down here? I want to apologise for keeping him from his family.”

“Visiting hours are closed for a few hours,” Alfred states bluntly and shoots a poignant glare behind him at the several others in the room. They all look away, shuffling around awkwardly. “Unfortunately, your stubbornness is apparently hereditary.” He turns to face them all. “Children, Master Bruce is awake. You can come back later when he’s in a better state of mind and body.” As if on cue, Bruce groans in pain after a failed attempt to move his legs into a more comfortable position.

“Right- yeah. Sorry, Alf. We’ll go.” Dick begins to turn away but stops himself halfway to the door. Once the others have left, he gives a meaningful look to his father.

“Stop thinking you have to do everything alone, Bruce. You have friends. Act like it.”

With that, he leaves, leaving the Dark Knight in the care of his butler and his own thoughts.

Will be posted on Ao3 later on :)

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Claiming You- Percy Jackson (Percy X Reader)

Description: Percy and you have been best friends for years. After the final battle with Luke, you come back to camp helping with the new campers even though you're unclaimed. After a strange late night, what will happen to you and Percy's relationship, and will you finally be claimed? Warnings: Mention of sword fighting, a few swear words, alcohol, sword fighting, and lots of fluff!

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There was five things to know about you.

The first thing that anyone needed to know about you was that you didn't look anything like your siblings. Short and plain, studious with no sense for fashion, and especially had no interest in having silly relationships like them. You doubted you would ever find anyone who would love you unless it came in the form of familial or platonic.

The second thing others need to know was that you never met your mom and that you had more siblings than you could count. The only parental structure in your life was your dad and Chiron, and occasionally, Mr. D. You spent your summers away at camp and the rest of the year at boarding school with the random weekend visit to some place Chiron brought you to keep your mind off your thoughts, though it never really worked.

The third thing was that your dad was dying. Your dad was a popular and well-respected professor in Ancient Greek studies, but five years ago, he fell ill, and four years ago, he was hospitalized. You visited him every day after school, weekends, and during the summer, when you had special permission along with your three other blood siblings to visit him. You hated to see him lying in a hospital bed, barely moving, but you could tell he always enjoyed seeing you and your siblings coming to visit and catching him up to speed on everything he missed.

The fourth was that you were completely normal. Your father had an affair (as he liked to call it) with Aphrodite, which made every child she had a demi-god, all except you. Which your dad knew bugged you even though you covered it up. Your siblings all got claimed early on except you. Even as you neared your eighteenth birthday, no sign of being claimed came. And you were the only kid at Camp Half-Blood to be mortal, being singled out and shoved into a cabin all by yourself. You were only allowed access because your dad was ill and Mr. D took pity on you for having no other relatives. Which was quite a shock to the camp that he even cared about you enough to make an exception.

Lastly, the fifth thing anyone needed to know was that you were completely and utterly in love with Percy Jackson. Aka, your best friend.

The last thing you heard about Percy was that he was off saving the world while you sat taking a calculus test.

Priorities, right?

Your siblings hadn't contacted you in some time and you weren't permitted to visit camp for safety reasons, so you sat at the hospital keeping your dad's worries at bay while you read him books or lied about your exciting life so your dad didn't feel worse that you literally had no friends besides one (which you were still unsure of due to the current predicament that they were facing).

It was graduation day, and you had just walked across the stage, looking at the crowd of unfamiliar faces of parents waiting for their kid to cross. You looked down at your diploma, tears threatening to spill over, and took in a deep breath as the kids around you stood up and threw their hats up into the air.

It was a silly dream, in comparison to the rest of the kids at camp, but you always wanted to have a normal graduation where you looked out and saw your loved ones faces, taking pictures afterwards then going to your favourite diner to eat and maybe, just maybe, get your first kiss at your favourite spot at camp. A fantasy filled day. Something you could only see in your dreams, no matter how many times you wrote it on your dream board, it was only achievable when you were asleep.

You made your way out of school after gathering your things and made your way to the hospital to see your dad. You knew he would be proud of you, even if graduating was small compared to saving the world. "Knowledge is key and power," your dad would always remind you. "It's better to have even a small portion than none." But knowledge didn't do much in a way of a social life or fixing the problems you wanted fixed. You still weren't claimed. You had no idea if the world was going to end tomorrow, if anyone you knew at camp was still alive, and it couldn't help you fix your dad's cancer. But hey, keep on learning cause you never know what you'll achieve later in life.

You exited the elevator and headed down the hall when you were stopped by nurse Kelly. "Hey, Y/N." Her voice was soft as she pulled you to the side. You could feel your stomach churning when you heard her tone of voice. She only used it when something bad pertaining to your dad happened, and this time, you were preparing for the worse.

You knew your dad wasn't getting any better. Everyday you sat and watched him grow skinnier to his bones looked like they were about to break skin, his hair had all but been gone years ago but nothing new even tried to grow and he had been coughing up blood, which he tried his hardest to hide from you.

"He's gone, isn't he?" You said quietly, looking into her eyes as you saw her face soften even more before she nodded in reply.

"He passed away about an hour ago. He watched the live stream of your graduation. He was so proud of you."

Biting your lip to stop the tears from falling, you nodded and took a deep breath. "Can I see him?"

The next hour was numbing. You held onto your dad, breathing in the citrus scent of his shampoo and the woodsy cologne he always wore. You packed up his things later that day, holding in every tear that tried to escape.

You were screwed. You had nowhere to go, and no idea if your siblings were alive or not, and the one person who was the source of hope and laughter for you was gone.

The school allowed you to stay for a few weeks as you figured out where to live and what your next step was. Your dad's lawyers found you and gave you his will. Not knowing if you were the sole benefactor to the fortune he built up, you kept everything in the bank besides a small amount which you were going to use to pay for an apartment near the college you were about to attend.

Things were finally figuring themselves out as your final weeks of staying at school drew near when you had gotten a letter from Chiron out of the blue. Everything was okay, your siblings were fine, and the camp was being rebuilt, along with an offer to teach classes to young demi-gods this summer, which included a place to stay. So you took it since you didn't have much of a job lined up yet.

"Y/N!" You heard being screamed out by a collective amount of people. And you soon felt your body being crushed by your siblings as they held onto you tightly. You smiled, holding them, not realizing until now how lonely you felt without them, even if you weren't as close to them.

The eldest, John, pulled away first and gave you a kiss on the forehead before picking up your bags. The twins, Shelby and Sky, linked their arms through yours as you walked into camp, as you took in the amount of damage it had.

Sky and Shelby were abuzz as they caught you up to speed on what happened while John shook his head chuckling as the two droned on about the most silliest of things. You tried paying attention, but your eyes and mind were in search of something far more important on what colour they were painting their cabin. Your feet stopped when your eyes landed on the thing you were searching for.

Percy.

The twins quickly took note of what was in your sights as they giggled, seeing that your fixation on your best friend was still there.

"Him and Annabelle got together, I heard." John said once he saw what his three younger siblings were looking at.

"John!" Sky gasped as he hit his older brother.

"Ow! What was the for!"

Shelby turned to look at you. "We didn't want to tell you until you were settled in more."

"Yeah, it happened just a month or two ago." Sky said quietly.

"Oh." Was all you could muster up as you watched him stacking up armor in the tote to be moved. His black hair rustled slightly in the wind, exposing his sea green eyes. "Let's just go."

The twins nodded, looping their arms through yours once more, and John led the way to your cabin.

Your cabin wasn't near the rest of the cabins besides one. Cabin number three.

Your cabin was on the tree line, covered besides one small area where your backdoor opened up to the water. And that's where you remet Percy.

You had originally met at school the year prior to him coming into camp. You were close, not as close as him and Grover, but still best friends. When you met him at camp, it was a shock, but you eventually fell into your old pattern of hanging out. You were even tolerated by Annabelle after a while.

You smiled at the memories your cabin brought up and sat down on the bed looking out the window and seeing Cabin Three in your sights.

A slight knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts, and you looked over to see Percy learning against the door frame. "Well, well, well, look, who's back." He smirked at you, causing a huge smile to spread across your face. Forgetting the news you heard earlier that afternoon, you jumped up and rushed over to hug him. His usual scent gave you a peaceful calm, and his arms looped around your body and held you close.

"I missed you." He mumbled into your hair.

"I missed you too."

He pulled you tighter to his chest and held you for a few moments before letting go. He smiled brightly at you before crushing you into a hug again, causing you to giggle. "Did you miss me that much?"

"Of course!"

You were a month into camp, and the newest campers sure kept you on your toes. You kept your distance from Percy since he was always one step behind Annabelle, and they usually kept to themselves when they weren't teaching a class to the little ones. You thought it would be better if you didn't have to see them being all coupley.

The only time you did see him was late at night when you'd go over after hearing his screams. Nightmares flooded cabin three at night, and the only way to keep them at bay was to stay up all night until sleep finally succumbed to Percy again. Each night, you read, sang, or just talked until Percy was finally able to sleep again. You knew what plagued his dreams, but he never talked about it, even when you encouraged him to.

It was just after campfire, and you were getting ready for bed when you heard a light commotion outside, and then a very loud, "Shit."

Poking your head out the window, you looked to see Percy trying to piece back together your broken flower pot that he had tripped over. You giggled as he looked around, trying to pieces that fit each other. "You know your gifts can't fix pots, right?"

He looked up and gave a sad smile. "Sorry... I guess like this pot I can't be fixed either." He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them.

You frowned at his words. Opening your cabin's door and walking out to sit next to him, the smell of alcohol hitting your nose before you even reached him. "What do you mean you can't be fixed? Who got your drunk?"

"It was one drink, I'm not even drunk."

"I said who, Percy." You knew the answer to your other question would not be answered tonight by the tone of his voice, so you decided not to push it tonight but for next time.

"Alex, from the Ares cabin. He got it for his birthday since last year he missed it because we almost all died." He looked at you with squinted eyes. You shook your head and gave a mental note to talk to Mr. D about it tomorrow.

"Okay," you said slowly. "That's not like you, though, Percy."

"She left me!" He suddenly shouted. "She doesn't want me anymore."

A few loose tears fell down his cheeks, and you reached up to wipe them away. You knew who he was talking about, and you tried to soothe him by stroking his hair as he laid his head on your lap. "Don't say that, Percy. She's your best friend and girlfriend. I bet by tomorrow morning everything will be alright."

"Not, it won't. She said she got a full ride at some school." His hand flung up, almost hitting you as he waved it angerly. "I didn't even know she applied there. She said distance was too hard and that we're better as friends anyway."

Annabelle didn't do anything for no reason, especially when Percy was involved, so you knew it had to be something important. It was probably just some silly fight since they hadn't had any true time apart from each other to take a breather. By the morning, both would be okay, and they would work something out distance wise if needed. They had time, almost a month left before college was starting, so they would be okay. You hated seeing Percy like this, so you sent up a small plea to Aphrodite in hopes she'd help their relationship, and maybe see the pathetic display of you consoling the love of your life about his girlfriend and maybe send someone to get over Percy with.

"Y/N." Percy's voice brought you out of your thoughts. He had sat up and was looking closely at you. His head slanted slightly, and then he gave you the most beautifulest smile that left you breathless.

Percy gently cupped your cheek. His tongue moistened his bottom lip as he head came close, your brain not even registering what was happening before his lips hit yours. It felt like Zeus threw a bolt of lightening at you as your lips connected and your mind became completely blank except for thoughts of Percy. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered around happily. Your body felt like it was on fire but at the same time cold as you leaned in towards Percy for his body heat. Your whole body seemed to be intoxicated by Percy, his touch, his smell. the little gasps he made. It was all you could focus on.

He was drunk and he probably wouldn't remember it in the morning, and if he did you had no idea what would happen between you two when morning came, but for now you wanted to be selfish. You never did anything in your life to displease others, always giving more of yourself than what was necessary because you wanted to fit in some way because you never did. And right now, you knew what you were doing was wrong, but as you kissed Percy back, it just felt right. Your hand fit his hand perfect, his lips felt like they belonged on yours, and even though you two had never kissed before, it felt like you had many times before. It just felt right, but it was oh so wrong.

Percy pulled back abrubtly, looking above your head. "You're glowing!" He excalimed.

You looked up to see that whatever was there was gone. "Nothing is there, Percy."

"No, I saw it. It looked like you were about to be claimed!" He said it with such a big smile on your face that you didn't have the heart to tell him that he was just seeing things due to being intoxicated.

"Yeah, must be when you kiss me that I get claimed." You joked, laughing, your thoughts still thinking about the kiss shared between the two of you.

But Percy only stared at you seriously. "Y/N, we need to kiss again to see if it works."

He leaned in, but you stopped him with your hand. "Percy, you're drunk. Don't do anything you regret, okay? Let's just go to bed. It's getting late anyway."

You got up and looked down at him as he stared down at the ground. He said a quick okay then got up. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Percy."

Percy ignored you for the next week, and Cabin Three was quiet at night.

Annabelle and him did seem to be done since they avoided each other almost as well as he avoided you. You were eating breakfast, staring out at the glistening lake, when a clunk of a plate hitting the table made you look up. Annabelle.

"So, I know what I did was wrong, but why is he not talking to you?" She asked, not even greeting you. You looked at her with a riased eyebrow as you swallowed the orange you were eating.

"What do you mean?"

"Percy. He's avoiding you. He takes different paths to get to where he needs to go so he doesn't bump into you. I know he knows your pattern every day, so I want to know what happened. He's my friend, after all."

"Just a conversation we had the other night." You didn't want to tell her the truth because you didn't want her to know he kissed you the same day she broke up with him.

"He kissed you." She said, causing you to gawk before quickly changing your expression. "He told me. He also told me it looked like you were about to be claimed while he kissed you. He told you, and you sent him to bed."

"He was drunk, Annabelle. He didn't know what he was talking about."

"He comprehensive enough to know what he was doing and what he saw. Y/N, I broke up with him for you."

"What?"

"He's obviously in love with you. He literally came to you that night."

You shook your head at what she was saying. "Yeah, drunk and crying over you. Not me, Annabelle. You. You're the one he has feelings for. What Percy and I have is just platonic. He chose you over immortality. That says a lot."

"I may be one reason why he chose to stay as he was, but you were the first reason." She said, her voice small and quiet.

"He's never shown any interest in me before, so I just can't have faith in his feelings over one drunk kiss." You gave her a sad smile and sighed. "I got a date anyway tonight."

You got up and grabbed your empty tray, Annabelle grabbing your arm before you could get far, a confused look in her eyes. "But you love Percy though."

You pulled your arm out of her grasp. "Now it's time to let go of Percy."

You smoothed your white floral dress down and took a deep breath in. You were nervous. It was your first date ever, and Jack had always been kind to you and making you laugh easily. He had asked you the day after everything with Percy happened and you decided to go for it. You've been hanging out during the past week, but tonight was the big date.

You stood in front of Cabin 9 waiting on Jack. You were a few minutes early, but you were too nervous to be late.

The cabin's door opened, and Jack walked out wearing a slightly opened black dress shirt tucked into black dress pants and a black blazer on. His brown hair was combed except for the front that was slightly tilted up like he had been running his hands through it excessively.

"Y/N!" His smile bright once he saw you waiting. He walked over, giving you a hug, and then took your hand in his. "Are you ready?"

You nodded, smiling, and you started walking to the forest line. You couldn't help but compare him secretly to Percy as you walked and talked.

His hands were large and calloused, which you didn't mind, but compared to your small hands, you could barely hold his correctly as your fingers intertwined. He easily smiled, but his smile didn't give you those butterflies. You shook your head at your thoughts. No more Percy. You promised yourself.

You eventually made it to a small clearing and saw a small picnic laid out with tall candle holders scattered around lit up to create a romantic mood. "Wow," you gasped as he led you over.

He sat down next to you smiling sweetly. "It's our first date so I was wanted it to be special."

You looked around, the clearing was grassy, with wild flowers everywhere, fireflies danced around as the sunset and the glow from the candles created a beautiful light.

He offered you some finger sandwiches with some fruit and veggies. The date was going good, and the conversation flowed easily. Jack and you were shoulder to shoulder flirting, and your brain had completely forgotten Percy, which you were thankful for.

"You're beautiful." Jack said, his hand in your hair, his face leaning closer to yours when the siren interrupted your almost kiss.

"Is that the battle siren?" You asked eyes wide.

"I think so. I knew they were going to randomly pull it to get us prepared in case anything else happens, but this late?"

You got up hurriedly, " I got to go to the kids. They aren't prepared for this."

Jack took your hand in his. "Be careful, and good luck." He leaned and placed a small kiss on your forehead when it suddenly started to pour, drenching the both of you.

You shrieked as the cold water hit you. "Percy!" You screamed out, knowing it was his doing of some sorts. The rain poured heavier as you and Jack ran through the woods hand in hand. The rain had made it impossible to see.

"He is one hell of an opponent." Jack mumbled as you tried to find your way out. Once you reached the forest edge, you could make out the cabins, and Jack and you parted, the rain conventiely calming down now that you and Jack weren't touching.

You ran to your cabin and grabbed your sword. Jack and a few of his siblings had helped you build it the first year you were here since the teachers didn't think you should have one since you weren't a demigod. Percy had taught you to sword fight, and you now were one of the best even if you didn't have the advantages of being a demigod.

You discarded your wedges and quickly slipped on your boots, not worrying about changing your outfit since you didn't have time. The siren wailed again, letting you know it was time as you strapped on your blue bandana on your arm.

Each cabin was given a colour- red or blue- and that determined what team you were on. You were on the blue team with all the new demigods to ensure they had someone to look out for them. Chiron thought it was better to separate them from their houses so they could see what they could do in battle and fight alongside them or against them instead of being left on their own. Siblings could either baby them or throw them to the wolves, and Chiron didn't want that.

You made your way back to the forest line to the large clearing where some kids had already started fighting, others joining in as they came into the clearing. You spotted Jack in the distance, a red bandana on, as he pinned one of Apollo's kids down to the ground with a contraption that he made.

Making your way into the field, you slashed your sword that was pointing at one of the new Aphrodite kids who was crying on the ground. You twisted your sword around and flung your opponent's sword in the air and catching it. Swinging your foot beneath theirs quickly, they fell to the ground, and you grabbed the bandana off of them, cutting it in half so they couldn't back on. You tossed the other sword and continued making your way into the center of the battlefield, taking and cutting bandanas as you went.

You made it in the middle to find Percy there battling three kids at once, while a fourth one came up to strike from the back. You stepped in sword pointed to clash against theirs. The guy was strong, demigod strength being used, which was something you didn't have, but you did work out, so you used what strength you had and disarmed him, cutting his bandana in the process.

A wave of people came towards you, so you backed up, your back touching Percy's as a ground of people circled you. "Annabelle, sure knows who to coordinate these battles to her advantage." He said , slashing at someone who came forward.

"Of course she does. She knows how you fight." You grumbled.

"Do you like the weather element that I added?"

"The rain?" You questioned, ducking from the group of swords that swung at you. "You literally soaked out my date!"

"Oops, sorry."

"You don't sound sorry!" You barked back.

"Just admit the date sucked," he said between breathes as he fended off more people that was coming, "and you'd rather have been with me."

You turned around and side swept his leg, knocking him the ground, you on top of him, as a cannon ball whizzed through the air at the both of you. "Seriously? Now is not the time, Percy!"

He pulled you close, turning his wrist and letting his shield cover you both from the hound of swords clanging above you. "Now is the perfect time." His cocky smirk, irking you. "Just admit it. You wish he was me."

"No."

"I'm going to guess there were no sparks between you two." He teased. "Just a dull touch. Unlike ours, which was ten times better."

"Fine! No sparks, are you happy? Now let me up."

"Just admit that you wished it was me."

The clanging of swords got louder as more people rushed over to you causing you to panic slightly. "No!" You rolled the both of you over, you landing on your knees, as Percy used his shield to cover the back of you as you swiped your sword at those in front of you.

"Just admit you like me!" Percy yelled, his back to yours.

"Fine. I like you. No, I love you! I have been there for years, but you've been too blind to see it!" You screamed, kicking someone in the stomach.

Suddenly, the ground shook beneath you, cracking as water shot up, sending a tsunami wave over your opponents, knocking them on the ground. You turned back to see Percy smiling at you, out of breath, as he reached over and took you in his arms. The rain continues to pour down onto you as Percy cupped your cheek. "I've loved you too. I just didn't realize it."

You stared at each other for a second. The only sound you could hear was your heavy breathing and the rain pouring down. Your heads tilted unconsciously as they came closer, and your lips touched, sending tingles all up and down your body. Your arms wrapped around Percy, your sword falling to the ground as your hands found their way into his hair.

You both pulled away after a bit, gasping for air. "Y/N..." Percy said quietly, his eyes looking up. "She's finally claimed you."

You looked up to see Aphrodite's mark above you glowing.

"I guess kissing me does get you claimed." Percy said smirking before placing a small kiss on your lips.

"Are you going to be lending out your services to anyone needed to be claimed?" You teased.

"Nah, I'm retiring. These lips are only in service for you." He said, giving you another kiss. "But I do think we need to end this battle. Our team is getting beat." You laughed as he handed you your sword before going back to the fight.

"No using charmspeak on me!" Percy groaned as he rolled over into his pillow.

"I didn't!" You giggled, "I just asked to watch a movie!"

Percy's face turned away from the pillow, smiling. "I know. You don't have the charmspeak me to get me to do whatever you ask of me."

You rolled your eyes at him, smacking him with a pillow. He sat up, taking the pillow away from you as he gently pushed you down onto the bed, pinning you beneath his weight. His thumb ran across your bottom lip before giving you a small kiss.

"Are you ready for camp this summer?"

"Yeah, as long as I get to cuddle you all night." He said, pulling you over to lay on top of him, and he held you close to his body.

You laughed at his goofy pout. "Well you are the only other person in that cabin, so I think we could easily make that worked."

"I'm glad you're claimed." He muttered in your hair.

You pulled away looking at him, eyebrows raised. "Oh?"

"Yeah, claimed as mine." He whispered before pulling you in for another kiss.

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"The carpet isn't that bad, love."

His comment is met with a snort from Emma, and a sharp glare from Regina. Ah, his lovelies. Always so true to themselves.

"You two," Regina wags a finger in their faces, and instinctually, he follows the way it cuts the air; a sharp sword cutting through the tension. At least she has stopped pacing along the carpet, now. "You might be Henry's parents now, but I've raised him since he was a baby. And now he's leaving! What if something happens to him? There's no magic outside Storybrooke, I can't follow him, I —"

"Am a mother hen who has completely forgotten that her son is fully capable of taking care of himself." Emma's words are followed by her hands on Regina's shoulders, their eyes commiserating motherly worries and affection over the lad. Henry is nineteen now, something he calls a 'gap year' prominent in his 'resume,' and eager to leave. It will not do him good to see his mom worry as she is.

He knows he doesn't have that big of a say here, especially with the tumultuous family tree he has got going with everyone here. Especially Henry, who is his stepson, as well as his step-grandson, in a way. Baelfire would always be his boy, however short their time together was, just as Milah will always have a place in his heart.

He reminds Regina, "Your boy has fought numerous crazy villains, and proved every single time that nobody's strength is stronger than his cunning." As loathe as he is to admit, even to himself, he is just as cunning as the Crocodile, or even more so. "As for no magic..." He looks at Emma, who smiles warmly at him, prompting him to smile back.

Emma cups Regina's face in her hands and leans in. "Our son is a strong young man, and there is no realm where he will be defeated. College in comparison is nothing."

College. Now that's a concept, taking hard-earned money to provide children shelter, food, and education, all to hand them a piece of paper, a 'Degree,' that can then be used to earn a job in the world. Or not. Henry had been pretty passionately swinging between college being a good thing or a bad thing before deciding on ultimately going to it.

A joke strikes him, as he remembers one of the more vivid conversation amongst himself and the lad — which was more a one-sided rant than a full-blown conversation between the two of them — and chuckles. At his lovelies' looks, he explains, "Henry said if he survived the Underworld, he can most certainly survive college." The proud smirk on Regina's smirk makes him hold back the rest of it: the followed-up worry of maybe college being somehow worse.

Regina takes his good hand and pulls him closer, till the three of them are as close as physically possible. A small little triangle of people who once used hate each other to the point of wishing death upon them, but now could hardly hope to be separated.

"I'm sorry," Regina says, and he looks at Emma. Before Regina can complete her apology, they both kiss her in succession. Emma's kiss is gentle, a soft peck, whereas his is a bit more biting, his beard scraping against her skin, making her sigh in the way he adores.

"What you said is true. We are his parents now, but you were there since day one. Well, in a manner of speaking." Emma's words seems to ease Regina, and she looks between the two of them.

"He'll be fine?"

"He'll be fine, he's the son of Regina Mills, Emma Swan, and Baelfire, afterall."

"And yours," they both say at the same time, and his heart swells.

"And mine," he echoes, and there, there is the beautiful smile of Regina. Emma's eye twinkles, and he knows exactly what she's thinking. Regina needs to relax. "Since the house is now child-free," he murmurs, pulling Regina towards him, while Emma giggles beside them both, "And we are all assured that the lad will take the best care of himself, move into the apartment he has rented that all of us agree is nice... What do you say, my beautiful darlings, we have some fun of our own?"

"I would not be opposed to that. Emma?"

"You will worry about nothing but yourself soon," Emma purrs into Regina's ears, and ooh, there goes his self-control. He picks up Regina over his right shoulder, his right hand securing her, and then he picks up Emma on his left shoulder, careful of his hook. At this point, this is a practiced move.

Used to this but always delightedly nervous, their hands come around him to grip him. On a mission now, he starts to move from the living room to the upstairs bedroom.

But then Regina's phone, kept on one of the side-tables, begins ringing. And it's Henry's song, so of course both the mothers are anxious again. Even Emma's nerves have returned.

He puts them down, a little put out, and watches the two of them rush towards the phone. As they pick it up and put it on speaker, he moves towards them to hear Henry better, but something catches his eye. Something on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

He pivots towards said sofa and picks it up. Behind him Emma is asking, "Where did you last see it?"

He whistles. "The boy left his keys to the apartment here."

"Killian found it," Regina says, and adds, "We'll be there in... Emma, check the —"

"The next flight we could maybe catch if we leave right now is in four hours," Emma answers. "Seriously, Henry, of all the things to forget —"

"I know! I'm sorry, but I've already gotten the talk from gramps, moms," Henry groans, "He is looking at me disapprovingly as we speak."

Killian frowns. "I wasn't aware David went with him."

"He didn't," Regina tells him.

"He's on a face-call with me right now. On the laptop. I thought maybe I'd left it at his place, maybe."

"The small computer thingy," he says, mostly to himself. Technology, he thinks, sort of awed but also scared. In a land without magic, there's wonders like these. Talking devices. A personal mirror for everyone, where anyone can talk to anyone, anywhere.

"The small computer thingy? Killian," Emma looks at him, and he just knows he'll be teased mercilessly for this. Oh, hell. He loves it.

"Okay, you stay put — where are you, in the library? Stay there until we come get you."

"Or, mom, you could just send it via mail?" Regina does seem to consider the idea.

"No, we're coming. As we should have done in the first place. You two, pack. We're going to New York."

"Guess our son needs just another day of watching us get lovey-dovey with each other," Emma teases, and Henry gags before ending the call with a resounding, "No!"

Killian does feel bad for the boy, having heard his numerous wishes to be a bit more independent and to have a life of his own where the worst thing would be 'homework' and not almost dying every few weeks, but he guesses this is what happens when you're a boy with so many people in his life to say goodbye to, that you forget somethings in the process.

At least Regina's not pacing on the carpet anymore, her smile utterly radiant and wolfish as she plans out a whole vacation with Emma by her side.

One knows the attractions, other knows the city itself, and Killian? He just knows he loves these two and would follow them anywhere.

#once upon a time #henry mills #regina mills #emma swan #killian jones #regina × hook × emma #CaptainSwanQueen #my first fanfic for this fandom and of course it's about them!!!#this may or may not be based on a true story btw...#idek if this fandom is active rn or what. especially in terms of this specific ship. but if you are CAN WE PLEASE BE MOOTS #sh.rambles #sh.writesonmain #ouat #i am currently on s5 btw haven't watched the show completely #so no spoilers pls #sh.writing

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