#everybody loves him and gets along with him he brings peace

[sejarcus-archive]

Jessup rolling his eyes whenever Reaper opens his mouth, Reaper being like “WHAT DID I DO???” 

[explosionkatsu]

"Age doesn't matter" 8

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

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"So." Eijiro started as they both exited Y/n's apartment. 

Katsuki stayed silent while carrying the sleeping Kazui in his arms along with his things for school.

"She seems nice." Eijiro grinned. "And very helpful." He added as he clicked his car keys unlocking his car.

"Straight to the point," Katsuki mumbled carefully getting in the car.

"Well, you both look close to each other, especially after the news," Eijiro said getting in the driver's seat.

"The news is nothing. They're spouting lies. That's all they fucking do." Katsuki mumbled once again, trying not to wake Kazui.

He's not ready. Not yet. But he sees you fitting to be Kazui's mom knowing how close you were with his son. Of course, he knows him being a single father is fine, but he also knows Kazui will be looking for a mom. Now that he can see other kids being picked up by their mothers.

"What do you think will happen if she saw the news?" Starting the engine, Eijiro slowly drove off of the parking lot.

"The fuck do I care," Katsuki growled lowly. "For all I know she's fucking banging any other guy in every bar she goes to." 

He doesn't care.

He doesn't care that they're not officially divorced. He won't accept her back. Not after what she did. 

"Hey, that's not how you talk about your-

"She's not my fucking wife. Not ever." Katsuki scowled deepened, but soon disappear when he shifted his eyes to Kazui's peaceful face.

He'll do everything for his son. He'll risk his life if he has to just keep him safe.

"Okay, okay. Sorry." Eijiro apologizes.

"Kazui doesn't deserve to know her." 

..

After Eijiro dropped Katsuki at their home, he drove to a secluded area. 

His eyes were serious while he focuses on driving. No one knows he's here. Not even Katsuki.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a dark alleyway and roll the passenger seat's window down. 

"Get in." He said.

When the person got in, Eijirou started driving once again. 

"You'd be surprised by my intel." 

"Tell me," Eijiro said quietly while his eyes focuses ahead.

"Didn't I say she's in the city?" 

"Yeah."

"Surprisingly. She got her own home."

Eijiro side glances at him after he what he heard. "We're you able to track her house?"

"Yes."

"Give it to me."

..

“Good morning, class.”

Friday finally arrive. That means tomorrow, Y/n can finally rest.

“Good morning, Miss Y/n.”

But deep inside Y/n, no matter how tiring her job is, she loves children. Maybe it's because of a quirk? Pft. Of course not. Was it? Seeing the children smile after she mends their booboos away makes her feel warm. So maybe it was indeed her quirk.

“Alright everybody, today we’ll do arts!” Miss Y/n smiled cheerfully.

A loud cheer of small voices engulfed the room.

“Be quiet everyone.” Miss Y/n spoke up clapping her hands to settle the children down. “Take out the art materials that I advised you to bring. If someone needs more art materials, come to my table, okay?”

“Yes, Miss Y/n!”

“Okay! Draw your favorite hero and you will show it to everyone.” Miss Y/n said.

She was about to make her way to her table when suddenly, a loud crash was heard from the other side of the room alerting Miss Y/n. The children began crying due to being frightened.

“Everyone, please evacuate the premises. Everyone, please evacuate immediately.”

Y/n’s eyes widen. What is an attack? No. This is not the right time to think about it. She needs to take the children outside. Then another loud crash was heard.

Then a laugh.

Terror and fright were getting ahead of her. She couldn't think straight. Seeing the children crying around her makes her heart clench.

Think.

Y/n let her eyes roam around her classroom. There must’ve been something she can use.

Think.

Her eyes suddenly focused on the windows. So without any reluctance, she rushed towards it opening it wide enough for the children to fit.

“Children. Come to teacher, we need to leave.” Miss Y/n said as gently as she could say. “Everything will be okay. The heroes will arrive. They will save us.”

One by one, she held the children and pass them through the classroom window with another teacher outside waiting for the children. But her eyes went wide when she was missing one.

Kazui.

“Kazui!” She shouted. “Where are you, come here, baby!”

“Miss Y/n. You need to get out!”

“No no! I’m missing one student.”

Y/n was now panicking. Her eyes were scanning the classroom repeatedly. He was nowhere.

“Kazui, baby!”

Then another crash was heard. But this time, it was the classroom door she was in.

She yelped in terror and surprise.

“Miss Y/n.”

Miss Y/n turned her head to her left. There she saw Kazui hiding under her table.

“Kazui!” Instantly she took him in her arms protecting him. “It's okay. Don't cry.” She needs to be strong for him. She needs to protect him. Y/n was frightened as he is but right at this moment, she was willing to give her life to protect Kazui.

“Isn't that the number 2 hero’s son? Well well, ain't I lucky?”

“Ugh. This is so boring!” Eijiro complained as he walk to the pavement with his buddy.

“That just means the crime rate was decreasing, idiot. Be glad.” Katsuki crosses his arms saying this.

“Oh yeah-

Their communicator suddenly started making a buzzing noise. Someone’s trying to communicate.

“Dynamight! The daycare from ***** is under attack!”

“Shit!!”

Not letting the person on the other line finish, Katsuki blasts his way to where the daycare.

Kazui was all he can think of. He can't lose him.

..

“Back off!” Y/n yelled at the villain while carrying the crying Kazui in her arms.

“Ya know. You can just show me where the money is. Every money in this establishment then will be all over. You’ll save the heroes from work.” the villain smirked.

“As if I’d tell you! Heroes will come here and they will arrest you!”

Where was this courage coming from?

“Suit yourself,” The villain suddenly launched itself into her but Y/n was quick to dodge and move away. Although, that movement made her catch her breath.

“Aha. You’re fast.” The villain smirked evilly as they slowly pull a knife out of where.

Y/n watches in fear. She doesn't know what to do.

“Oy? Where's that brave face you were wearing? Although I have to say, that look suits you more.” After what the villain said, they once again launched themselves at Y/n.

Y/n manages to run away though. Why hasn't she thought of running away before?

“Miss Y/n I’m scared!!” Kazui cried out loud.

“I know baby, but we’ll be safe. Your papa will protect us!” You said between breaths.

“Where do you think you're going, doll!?” The villain suddenly appeared behind her.

“Papa!” Kazui cried.

Her lungs felt like burning. She's starting to lack oxygen due to running. But she needs to keep both of them safe. She needs to protect Kazui.

All of a sudden she felt immense pain in her back and it made her slow down.

“Miss Y/n!!”

Was all she heard when she felt another. But this time, she knelt, still holding Kazui tightly in her arms.

You were now panting. Every breath you take hurts you.

“Miss Y/n, no!” Kazui was still crying. He slightly pulls himself away from you to look at you.

You were hurt.

“Miss Y/n heal yourself like what you did to Papa and Uncle Kiri!” Kazui cried as he held your face with his small hands.

“Not so tough now, aren't you?” the Villain sneered watching them. “If only you gave me what I want-

“You! Villain! Just wait until Papa came here!” Kazui cried staring angrily at the villain.

“So I was right. You are indeed the no. 2 son!” The villain laughed. “Where was he now though?”

Kazui was sobbing. He shifted his eyes back to you when you suddenly tried to stand up.

You were facing the villain now. You kept Kazui behind you as you stare at the villain. “I will n-never give you want you to want.” You manage to say.

“Come on now. Less the hassle. But eh. It's not like you can fight me. I can just end you right here.” With that, knives were thrown and stabbed right at your shoulder, stomach, and legs.

Everything hurts. Y/n couldn't believe her life will end like this. She always thought she’ll grow old and just die peacefully. Her thoughts are slowly slipping away. Her vision was darkening and her body was numb. She couldn't feel anything.

Y/n’s body just fell on the floor.

“Maybe I wouldn't mind touching you while this kid watches us, eh?”

“Don’t fucking touch my wife.” 

..

Took me a while to do part 8. I'm sorry!

[obsessedwrhys]

I have a request for avatar that I think would be fun after earth and pandora made peace Jake takes his family Aonung and Tsiyera to the idol reader's concer what they would think about the concert can you write a headcanon for it

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ AVATAR CHARACTERS X IDOL!READER

ᯓ★ just fluff, reader is fem!! (Characters: Lo'ak, Neteyam, Kiri, Aonung and Tsireya)

Lo'ak

Bro is ASTONISHED

Like look at the big stage!! The lights, the crowd?!?!? It's 100 times better than the performance videos he watches on the computer Norm uses.

When you stepped on stage, the crowd cheered as if their life depended on it and Lo'ak who was already suck into the spirit of the concert cheered along with them.

This man would definitely do anything he can to obtain a glowstick or turn on the flashlight on his phone (it's Norm's). He'd have the best time of his life moving along with the crowd to make ocean waves.

Throughout the entire performance, he literally can't take his eyes off you, the way you sing/rap as your body moved along to the groove. It's hypnotising.

You really got broski jumping and screaming 😭😭

After the show is over, expect him to buy tons of your merch and a signed album from you after this. You've just scored yourself a hardcore fan.

NETAYAM

To be honest he was confused about everything after stepping into the stadium. He and the rest were able to get front rows thanks to Jake but all he was filled in about this was that it was similar to a festival.

So he figured, oh, this must be somewhat similar to the festivals they have back on Pandora, where the Na'vis dance and celebrate.

But boy was he wrong. So wrong.

WHY IS THERE SO MUCH CONFETTI AND FIRE

I like to think that the first half of the concert he's just looking around awkwardly, feeling completely out of place until he sees his friends especially Lo'ak enjoying themselves that he finally decides to join it.

The most he can do is just sway his body along to the beat.

This man doesn't know much about letting loose 🤷🏻‍♀️

Though surely by the end of the concert, he would find himself enjoying the whole thing thanks to the energy you brought to the performances.

Will he come back again if he gets the chance to? Sure, why not.

KIRI

She's admiring every tiny detail about the place. It was like entering a whole new world.

The theme, the colours, not to mention your awesome merch!!

I like to think that she bought herself a bracelet before the concert even starts. And the fact you made all of them by hand to prove your love for your fans like HELLO?!??! A FAV ALREADY!!

Next to Lo'ak, she's the second to have the most fun.

A funny moment during the concert was when she grabbed Lo'ak's phone (still Norm's) to search up the song lyrics. The results ending up with them both bawling out the lyrics to a sad song of yours like a bunch of heartbroken teens.

When you threw your hat to the crowd before ending the show, she was lucky enough to catch it.

It's hers now 😈🤘

Trust me when I said the second you whipped out a guitar and began shredding, she SCREAMED. Her voice is very much gone after today 😭

All in all she would KILL to go to your next upcoming concert. She will force Jake to bring her, no questions asked.

AONUNG

How did he even get dragged into this whole fiasco? Oh right, Tsireya dragged him along.

He's judging everyone once he's there. I'm talking arms crossed and looking down at everybody. EVERY. BODY.

Especially Lo'ak.

When the lights went out and some were turned on to shine on the stage to show your ascend to the stage. He physically flinched by the screams and cheers of the crowd.

He's baffled. Are you like their clan leader or something? Why is everyone so fascinated by you?

Then a kind of melody started to play and you were singing/rapping into what he was told to be a microphone. The whole stadium echoed your voice as everybody sang along with you.

If he hadn't known better he would have thought this was a cult.

Even with his behaviour towards this whole concert, he would find himself to be entertained by your performance.

Like you are all over the place, but in a good way. How you try to hype up the crowd to match your energy and how you're running around the stage to include every area of the crowd was amusing to say the least.

After the show is over, he would surprisingly catch himself being disappointed by the fact it had ended. He will not admit to have liked the entire thing but if anyone happens to offer him to come along for your next concert, he'd say yes after a few tries of pretending to dislike your concerts.

TSIREYA

She's so shy being in such a new environment. It doesn't help that it's in a crowded stadium either.

But when the music started playing and you began performing, she can't help but find the vibrations radiating from the speakers oddly relaxing.

And your look is GORGEOUS!! The makeup, the hair and the flashy outfits?!?!?

She's completely mesmerised.

She doesn't know how but she'd find herself cheering you on halfway through the performance. It had to be your stage presence that got her to even your energy.

Girly almost fainted when you locked eyes with her amongst the crowd. You flashed her a sweet smile and naturally she smiled back.

Lo'ak and Kiri never stops asking her about that moment even on their way back to Pandora.

After that day she would be so invested in everything about you, she can trust Kiri and Lo'ak to provide her the media sources.

Interviews, music videos, they've got it and they've watched it.

She would definitely be the person to ask Aonung to bring her to another of your concerts. No is not an option.

[saintsenara]

Lucius/ Bellatrix I feel like it would be one of those pureblood arranged marriages that should work but that would be a nightmarish disaster for everyone involved.

extremely true, anon. this would be a mess.

i always love the indication you get in canon that lucius and bellatrix absolutely loathe each other - especially during order of the phoenix, when lucius is having the worst day at work in recorded history trying to stop her kicking off and accidentally destroying the prophecy just because harry keeps being mean about her boyfriend. you just know that she wasn't even meant to be there - lucius is clearly the person in charge of the operation - but that she invited herself along just to ruin lucius' afternoon.

when dumbledore says in half-blood prince that he imagines lucius is glad to be in azkaban, it's because it's the first peace in six months he gets from bella yapping at him.

lucius clearly thinks that she's a shrieking harridan with no impulse control. she clearly thinks he's a weak-willed knob in a bad wig. the only way they would end up together is if their mothers both lied to each other's faces during the matchmaking process - all the stories mrs black told about bellatrix's prowess in the kitchen were about andromeda, all the things mrs malfoy said about lucius valuing stubbornness were from a raunchy novel she was reading - and their fathers physically drag them up the aisle. they're standing so far apart in the wedding photos that they look like long-lens paparazzi pics. lucius spent their entire honeymoon sweating in bed - after his new wife poisoned him.

their toxic vibe makes being a death eater torturous. the agenda may read assassination of the minister - concessions to werewolves - christmas party, but the meeting is derailed less than a minute in by lucius and bella screaming at each other about how if he brings another peacock home she's going to kick him to death. everybody else is sat around the table like:

even lord voldemort - canonically not a man who believes that husbands should be able to walk out on their wives - is recommending a divorce.

[queenendless]

❄️🎄🎁☃️Merry Making (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK) ☃️🎁🎄❄️

A/n: I AM SO LATE TO THE PARTY!

Holiday fluff, ships, and so on, ya know the drill.

SO PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE COPY TRANSLATE STEAL OR REPOST MY FANFIC CONTENT. Rather reblog like and follow please and thnx u.

Fuzzy coziness in beige white and cream filled your eyes.

Early light streamed through the curtains.

“Merry Christmas, Y/n~” Satoru's purr was layered with pecks strewn all over your face, bringing a smile to the surface.

The feline man cradled Suguru's head as he gave him the same wakening treatment. “Merry Christmas, Suguru~!”

Said man deeply humming against the crook of your neck had you squirming and giggling, especially as his sweatered arms hugged you close enough to where his grip was too firm to break free from.

“So early,” Suguru grumbled raspily, pulling away from your neck to yawn in his knuckles.

“Better than being late for the day when I embrace my destiny as Saint Nicky~ Imma go get all fancied up for the rascals. I better see you coming right behind me all decked out, hubbie~” Gojo planted one big wet smooch on Geto's lips before giving you the same lovely treatment, pulling a garment bag outta the closet, giving you two a smile and a peace sign before dipping into the adjoining bathroom.

“Sugu?” Your pajama self moved to splay atop your slowly awakening husband.

“Hmm?” He rubbed his eyes, blinking to clear up the murkiness, when the feeling of your lips on his got him to be fully awake.

“Merry Christmas.”

He embraced you, kissing you in kind. “Merry Christmas, love~”

“Tada!” Springing out the bathroom door stood Gojo Claus. Beard, hat, boots and all. “Time to get the sack! Suguru, suit up!” The man warped away.

“Lord I will regret this.” Geto muttered under his breath before lifting you off him so he could get out of bed and pull out his garment bag out of the closet too, heading to the bathroom after giving you a wink. “See you in a bit, honey.”

A few days ago, you celebrated with everyone by throwing a Christmas party at the Tokyo school as it was the one chance you could throw one due to everyone having plans over the holidays.

You even had a Kiritanpo hot pot as the main dish, Christmas version. And a big one at that to fill everybody up.

You hummed as you started up your phone only to see notifications from your group chats. Opening it up, you viewed the photos sent to your phone ever since that night.

One of Haibara beaming brightly as he and a flustered Nanami were lounging on a beach in Malaysia, shades on and a drink in Yu's hands while Kento read off the stack of books he plans to read.

Another one showed Shoko and Utahime in the capital, Kuala Lumpur, with the former kissing the whipped cream off her wife's lips from their shared mug of spicy cocoa along a balcony setting of their lit up resort.

A snapshot of Riko and Misato in a ski lift viewing the snowy hills of a ski resort along the Alps with Yuki, Choso and Kamo skiing together down the slopes below.

More pics kept on piling in.

Miwa and Kokichi taking a sleigh ride through the falling snow, smooching his now beet red face.

Mai and Momo skating across a ginormous ice rink while doing it with such grace.

Todo catching a Takada-chan plushie THE Takada kissed on stage during her live Christmas bash, chucking it to the enormous crowds, hearts and tears in his eyes cause OF COURSE he caught it.

Kusakabe in a tavern drinking with Higurama; one of the many new sorcerers, flushed but at ease.

Yaga and Gakuganji sharing sake together.

Nothing from Mei, but knowing her, she's in a tub filled with cash, with Ui letting her do whatever cause he loves her so … yeah …

And knowing Toji and Shiu, they're probably taking shots while looking out over the balcony of their apartment window and just watching the land being draped in a blanket of snow.

A beaming Nobara and a flushed Maki going through holiday themed boutiques with a shy Fumi and an endearing Saori-chan in tow, so many bags already piling over in their arms.

Rika and Toge doting over a flushing nervous Yuta, spooning him on both sides, lounging in his apartment, with Panda acting as their cuddle couch, snacking on Christmas cookies, egg nog trailing down his conked out face.

Getting lost in holiday feels, you nearly forgot about the other presence in the room but the fuzzy sensations overwhelmed you. Your squeaking giggles were overshadowed by his conniving cackles streaming out as those furry fingers gently tickled you and those smart ass lips kissing your adorable face.

“Letting your guard down makes you vulnerable. It's difficult to resist you, my distracting beautiful wife~” Suguru crooned in your neck, horns on his head and cane in hand as he stopped the tickling to kiss your cheek then easily carried you up in one arm, letting your phone plop onto the sheets. “Now, let's go before Satoru drags us out himself.”

Fairy lights flashed many colors hanging strewn above across the living room ceiling.

A tall traditional tree stood in the corner. Tinsel, ornaments, string lights, and a small start plopped on top decorate the pine.

And Yuji and Junpei awoke to the smell of pancakes being made. Peaking into the kitchen, they spotted Megumi and Tsumiki already having platters full of Christmas tree shaped flapjacks lining up the island. Nanako and Mimiko were prepping up some hot cocoa with marshmallows.

When a sack of presents literally filled up the kitchen like magic.

“Ho ho ho!”

“Santa Claus!” Yuji's chibi self lit up with stars in his eyes at the bearded glasses wearing man poking his head in.

“Santa?” Junpei and Megumi weren't convinced.

The girls giggled, knowing who it was but going along with the cuteness.

A silky raven head with horns on top of his head popped out from the other door, cane in hand. “Yo.”

“K - K - KRAMPUS!?” Yuji turned blue at the alarming sight.

“Geto-sama!” The twins tackled their papa, giddy over his furry onesie look.

The snow began falling that early morning.

As the puppy dog that is Yuji dragged a scolding Megumi outside who didn't want to abandon his cooking duty and let a fire start when a handful of snow was smushed into his now welt forming face.

Yuji's speed was tested by Divine Dog Totality with Megumi riding atop, chasing his salmon boi across the private snowy grounds, as snowballs streaked the air.

A concern Tsumiki tried yelling out her scolding remarks to her brother as she ran out the back patio doors but he was too far off to hear, so her exasperated self plopped down into the snow, getting into the mood to cool down and make a snow angel.

Junpei floundered, his arms and legs jerking as he was doing his best to stay upright even as Tsumiki legit dragged him down with a radiant smile sent his way, going with the flow with a dopey smile on his face.

“SU.GU.RU~!”

“Yeah?”

“Lookie lookie!”

The puffy albino kitty cat and his raven furry mate nuzzled their heels, scurrying out between their legs and through the slide open back doors with cat sized Santa hats on, chasing each others tails.

“Catoru and Cuguru are matching! Say cheese!” Gojo Claus pulled out his phone to take so many pics.

Catoru's chirpy meow and Cuguru's calm meow were all they gave before trotting over to the twins, nuzzling their ankles as they built their snowmen family. Making sure to include a blindfold for one of them and a Gojo Kuja for its snow partner.

“Suguru … THINK FAST!”

Like future father in law, like future son in law.

The side of Geto's face was smothered in snow, giving off a welt mark contrasting Gojo's shit eating smirk.

“Prepare to die … SATORU!”

Choosing to retract his shikigami in preference of handling this matter himself, Megumi rolled across the snowy grounds as he and Yuji's snowball chucking garnered everyone else's attention, especially colliding with Gojo getting his face smushed with powder by a hissing Geto.

A soft rough coughing noise garnered their attention.

All their snowy heads plopped out of their white puffy pile.

Seeing you in that fuzzy velvet robe flowing from the blowing wind, your snug jammies, and velvet slippers as you walked out to admire the falling snow, breathing out to see your breath in a puffy white cloud, fading into purity.

Powder slowly descended from the heavens as you watched, entranced, as you gracefully floated.

“Unless you all want breakfast to get cold, come back inside.”

“Mrs. Claus.” Satoru breathed out in wonder at your tender voice.

“Are we getting our present?” Suguru coyly asked.

Devotion covered your face as you smiled, pressing a hand on your small growing baby bump. “You already have.”

“Oh yeah.” Those two exchanged smirks.

They gently pulled you down to submerge you in their suited powdery embrace, laughing at their gobsmacked expressions as you pulled out some mistletoe from your pockets to hang above your heads.

Lots of kisses between you three.

Yuji snuck in one to Megumi who slunk back in the snow, melting it from how hot he got.

It would be a while until breakfast would be eaten and presents be opened.

But even so …

Christmas had come at last.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 29 - Blooming

@wolfstarmicrofic June 29, word count 761

Previous part First part

Sirius looked amazing. His resemblance to Jack Sparrow was uncanny. The thick eyeliner he’d put on made his eyes pop in a way Remus hadn’t known was possible. He wished they could just stay in the cabin so he could admire him in peace.

Sirius had helped him into his cowboy costume. He looked alright but he paled beside Sirius. Sirius seemed to like it though, because he couldn't stop touching him. 

“Damn Sev, you don’t half clean up well,” Sirius whistled as Snape emerged from the bathroom. He glowered at Sirius. “No, I mean it. You look amazing,” Sirius smiled a genuine smile. 

“Ahem,” James cleared his throat and flicked his wig's hair, making it fan out for a second before settling back down. He’d gotten his Snape outfit down to a T, but they were unsure how Snape would take it. Snape stood frozen to the spot, staring at James. He snorted and started laughing madly. 

“Oh my gods, Potter.” He gasped as he wiped the tears away that were leaking from his eyes. He walked around James, taking him in. “I think I may have a plan for a prank forming, if you’re up for it?” Snape said to them, biting his lip. 

“What do you have in mind?” James grinned, a perfect mimic of Snape’s smile, mischief dancing in his eyes. 

The dance brought together the boys and the girls camps. The girl’s camp was a couple of miles down the road and every year they came over for the annual dance. 

The main hall had been decked out with balloons and streamers, cheesy music was playing over the speakers, bringing it all together. Remus had never been to a dance, but at least he had Sirius and the others. He’d never have come if he’d been on his own. 

“Right, are we ready for operation doppelsnaper?” James clapped his hands together in anticipation. “Everybody knows their parts?” They all nodded in unison. “Alrighty then places everyone.” Peter took off for the door, waiting to alert them to Lily’s arrival, while James stood with his back to the door and Snape hid behind Remus and Sirius, stood to James’s right. 

A few minutes later, Peter signalled that Lily was entering the hall. 

“She’s here,” Sirius hissed at James. James gave a small nod and adopted a sullen posture.  

Snape kept his head low, as he peeked between their arms, watching Lily approach James from behind. 

“Sev, I thought you were getting dressed up?” She tapped James on the shoulder. He spun around and Lily screamed. 

“Hi, Evans,” He beamed at her. “Lovely to see you as always.” He bowed graciously to her. She shoved him in the chest. 

“What the fuck Potter? Why are you dressed like Severus? Isn’t it enough that you pick on him without this as well?” Lily was tiny, but apparently very strong. 

“Er, Sev, do you maybe wanna…?” Sirius trailed off. 

“Oh, no, this is going to be hilarious.” Snape chuckled darkly from behind them. 

“Severus,” Remus pleaded. 

“Oh, alright. When did you guys get so boring? Lily!” He called out to her, pushing through Remus and Sirius.

“Twat,” Sirius chuckled at Snape’s back. Snape shot two fingers up at him over his shoulder as he went to save James from the irate redhead. “Blooming mental that one,” Sirius said, tilting his head at Lily. “Very protective of her friends and she totally hates James.” Before Sirius could say any more, the opening vocals to Cotton Eye Joe blasted out of the speakers. 

“Yes, Remus, this is what your costume was made for.” Sirius smiled a face-spitting grin and dragged Remus to where the other dancers were dancing. “Dance cowboy,” Sirius demanded, letting his hands fall to Remus’s hips and dance along to the fast beat.

As the night progressed, slower songs played and Remus spent a very pleasant time with his head leaning on Sirius’s shoulder as they gently swayed to the music. 

“I wish this wouldn’t end,” He said quietly, so only Sirius could hear him. 

“Me too, sweetheart. But this is only the beginning. I meant it when I said this was more than a camp fling. I refuse to give you up Remus Lupin. You’re mine now and I intend to keep you,” Remus felt the love in those words. He lifted his head from Sirius’s shoulder and captured his lips, pouring everything he had into that kiss, telling Sirius how he felt as they moved around the dance floor with eyes for no one but each other. 

Final part

[wolfstarlibrarian]

Hiii, I am searching for a fic I read before, but I can't find it.

It was on ao3 and was a wolfstar fic, where Soulmates have marks on their body from where their soulmates have been harmed. It also shows spell and in the fic this was how Remus found out that Sirius was harmed by his family. I think physical harm was shown in golden on the other persons body. The fic was in Hogwarts and the marauders were probably teenagers.

I would really like to reread the fic, so it would be great if youd find it :)

Hello friend! This one is proving difficult to find, so hopefully another helpful fan will help us find this fic in particular. However, the Librarian has some soulmate fics to help you fill the void in the meantime. An old list and some new additions all on soulmates.

Wolfstar Soulmates 1

Wolfstar Soulmates 2

Shackle Me by @elixirsoflife (includes feeling soulmate's pain) Soulmates aren't nearly as romantic as you think they are. Sirius knows.

nobody loves me (like you do) by @iamsiriuslyriddikulus Everybody has a TiMER on their wrist which counts down to the moment they meet their soulmate. When Remus's goes black at 16, he knows it must mean his soulmate died. Cue Sirius Black, entering his life like a whirlwind. It's just too bad that he has a TiMER.

As the Moon Knows the Stars by @mcdynamite On the day Sirius Black turned seventeen, he had his soulmark removed in order to protect the soulmate he'd never met from the wrath of his own family. In the eight years since, he's managed to make his peace with living the rest of his life without falling in love. Though he mourns his lost soulmate every day, he's confident he made the right choice to protect them, and no one has ever made him question that. Until, of course, Lily Evans brings her childhood friend along for a pub night, and Sirius finds himself utterly enamored with the kind, mysterious stranger. But Remus Lupin surely has a soulmate of his own waiting out there somewhere, and Sirius won't let himself get in the way of that. He just wishes Remus weren't so damn easy to love.

Museum of Flight by Obsessive_RS Sirius watches him ceaselessly, the motion of his long fingers visible in the silver moonlight coming through the staircase’s window. “You’re the best mate a bloke can ask for.” Sirius says, but something about it seems wrong and insincere, like an unfinished statement hanging in the air, waiting to be grabbed and fulfilled. A soulmate AU in which Sirius doesn't get his mark when he's supposed to, and neither does Remus. (Modern AU.)

I found you by @de-sire-blog On a sunny, absolutely ordinary Tuesday morning, after twenty-six years of longing, yearning, searching, Sirius Black finally finds his soulmate. He’s not a fair maiden in need of saving, he’s not a prince on a white horse. He is just a werewolf with a Welsh accent and a little too much self-loathing for Sirius’ liking. Regardless, he’s not disappointed.

Soulmates by @rpenthusiast In which Sirius Black is a Squib, yet still manages to be best friends with three wizards and the soulmate of a werewolf.

If you know of a soulmate fic where they feel each other's pain, please send it in!

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Ascension - Ningguang x Male!Reader

CW: There may be some details contradicting with Ningguang's backstory. Otherwise none.

Poverty is the source of friendship. 

In the countryside, where denizens must fight for every meal and endure the merciless struggle for survival, youth and elders alike find solace in these simple truths. The scholars and intellectuals of the big cities often criticize the saying, bringing up data, facts and examples that paint it as false. The exception proves the rule, but the men of science fail to consider the mindset of the common man as well. 

Not many know that Ningguang, the cold, elusive and professional Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, stems from such a background. Even if she would not admit it openly, she believes this statement to hold water. Partly because she is more than familiar with the origins of the phrase, but mostly due to her discovery of more than friendship in the unforgiving conditions of her upbringing. 

If one were to ask Ningguang to describe the story of her relationship with you using one adjective, she would label it cliché, albeit with a noticeable fondness in her voice - and, objectively speaking, it was. 

Her very first memories include you. There was no shortage of work that needed to be done. Ningguang spent most of her days helping her mother with chores while her father worked tirelessly in the fields. Her duties left little time to interact with other kids. Ningguang had learned about you through her father.

Y/N's hardworking, he said, a good kid. Maybe you should get to know him? 

It didn't take long for you two to get along. In comparison to other boys of your age, you were quieter and more toned - much more pleasant to be around. Despite working diligently, your chores weren't your main interest. Ningguang found herself sharing dreams with you, imagining how a life of luxury would feel. Of course, that required earning the appropriately humongous sum of Mora. Ideas weren't an issue for you - from more realistic concepts centered around farming and manufacturing to more silly ones, such as taming Geo Vishaps and offering short rides for money. You often played pretend, painting yourselves as young entrepreneurs, earning billions upon trillions of shiny, golden Mora. Even if the coins were just leaves and gemstones were common rocks, with Ningguang by your side? They were the most precious of treasures. 

Soon, however, life did what it was best at - it struck without warning, shattering your peaceful routine. 

You've never met your parents, and so your grandparents were your caretakers. A harsh winter came, bringing with it an epidemic of flu. With how tightly-knit the community was, it spread like wildfire, striking yourself, Ningguang, and everybody else. The young and mature survived, but the elderly perished. Even if your grandparents were experienced by many a plague, malnutrition wrought havoc in their bodies, giving them no fighting chance against the affliction. 

There was little time to grieve, however. Without their support, you were lost, completely alone with danger of extreme poverty and imminent starvation lurking just behind the corner. Ningguang offered to convince her parents to take you in, but you didn't want to subject her and her loved ones to further limitations - accepting another mouth to feed was no insignificant decision. Faced with this problem, you chose what most poor men of your age did. You joined the Milelith. 

The farewell was heartfelt, full of tears and fairly overexaggerated. Even now, Ningguang smirks every time you bring it up. Both of you were certain that your decision would surely result in your death. You said goodbye like it was the last time in your lives. 

Soon this misconception was completely disproven. Even though your age technically allowed you to fight, it was decided that you would do less dangerous tasks before you aged sixteen. The jobs were mostly menial - deliver this document here, send a message there, tend to your senior officer's horse. Even if this wasn't the most exciting kind of work, it granted you a roof over your head and ample food in your stomach. After just a few weeks of service, you returned to her and passed the news. The happiness in her heart was pure - so genuine, in fact, that Ningguang planted a shy kiss on your cheek. 

Your ascent through the ranks was slow, just as expected. Meanwhile, Ningguang did her best to support her aging parents. As their health worsened and they couldn't work anymore, she knew that what they already had was far from enough. This called for her creativity and wit - without them, there could be no chance of survival. First, she leased the farmlands her parents owned to a wealthier neighbor, and in return she would receive just enough Mora to get by, but that wasn't enough. She didn't want to just survive - she wanted to thrive. Even despite her restricted movements, her mother was still able to sew, and really well at that. For a share of the lease money she would purchase some fabric and, aided by her mother, she would make affordable clothes and little baubles. When a larger portion was done, she would go to the beach and sell her wares off for a small profit - just enough to make it worthwhile. But she wanted, no - needed more. 

The opportunity came after a few years. You were old enough to join the regular ranks, but your commanders found a better use of your skills. You were sent to the logistics division, tasked with assisting the quartermaster. Seeing how the production of military equipment went gave you an idea. Aside from forging, The Milelith needed clothes and shoes that required sewing. Ningguang was, of course, more than willing to act on this new offer. After presenting some clothes sewn by her mother as a proof of skill, your recommendation landed her a stable and decently-paid job. After some more time, however, a new fact came to light. 

Of the provided equipment, a percentage was always faulty and thus unusable. Crooked weapons, brittle armor, damaged fabric - all of it ended up scrapped in hopes of getting back at least a portion of the materials. Seeing a new and exciting venture in these items, you suggested that these could be sold as surplus, and thus return the cost in Mora. The quartermaster agreed, and gave you enough resources to jump-start your idea. You weren't proficient in running a business, and neither was Ningguang - but, to be fair, her experience went far beyond yours. She created the framework, rough, but good enough to work, and advertised the booth. 

"Certified Milelith equipment at an affordable price! Come, see, and try out the tools of our brave soldiers!" She would cry out, attracting a sizable crowd and selling most of the stock in a single day. 

Thus, the surplus of faulty equipment turned into a surplus of Mora. 

Your senior was genuinely surprised at how well you handled things. Being both fair and generous, he redirected a lion's share of profits to you, and in turn, you directed most of it to Ningguang. This way, everybody was satisfied with the process. Since you, not Ningguang, were the official founder of the project, the prestige for its success fell on you. In a span of just a few months you rose multiple ranks and gained renown as a skilled manager. Obviously, you were just learning from what Ningguang did. Her entrepreneurship was crushingly better than yours, but she was still pleased. You had a good reputation, and she had Mora. 

This was also the moment from which things started looking up for you two. Ningguang could not only afford the livelihood and medicine for her sick parents and herself, but also spend the profits on repairs and the general improvement of living conditions. You, meanwhile, stocked up the money to buy your own home - average sized as it was, it sufficed for living and hanging out with Ningguang. The financial cooperation tightened the bond between you and her greatly. You were everything she could ask for - not only a competent and intelligent business partner, but also a handsome, smart and caring… boyfriend. 

You learned of this change when, one day, you found two sets of sheets in your bedroom. 

Company loyalty was not a concept young Ningguang believed in, and soon she set her eyes on a new means of earning her living. Among the faults there were some affecting just the visual aspects - they were up-to-code in technicalities, and could be sold as such. You would help her set these aside, and Ningguang would later pass them to the Adventurers' Guild… for a small fortune, of course. After all, her wares were military-grade. Using the large sums of money she earned, Ningguang purchased shares in increasingly bigger companies. Using her experience to ramp up their earnings, she would earn millions upon millions of Mora. 

Mora can't buy everything, however. One of these elusive wares is health. Despite the best medical care Ningguang could afford, her parents eventually succumbed to old age. You stood with her at their funeral, holding her hand as tears fell from her eyes. You whispered words of comfort into her ears, embracing her in your shared bed, protecting her in a rare moment of vulnerability. 

Despite this soul crushing blow, she prevailed. Both of you pushed onwards - you increased your rank and prestige while Ningguang amassed Mora. It was just a matter of time before you reached the top. When Ningguang rose to the position of Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, you were already a general of supply and logistics. 

The ambition of the youth is impressive indeed. 

Moving into the Jade Chamber alongside Ningguang marked the end of rapid development in your lives. You reached the top, the summit - there was no way of climbing higher in the hierarchy anymore. This new period of stability granted you the chance to look deeper into your relationship with Ningguang. Throughout the years she was the only constant in your life - she aided you, she comforted you, she made you laugh and held you while you cried. There was no doubt in your soul that this woman was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. 

But did she feel the same about you? 

That you needed to find out before you made your move.

The simplest way to find out was through conversation. You wanted to keep the element of surprise present, so asking her outright wasn't an option. Settling on small hints, you started including mentions of aging together and having kids, as well as small tidbits of silly wedding plans. Ningguang reacted very well, going along with your imaginings. You shared plenty of laughs over the image of your wrinkled frames, holding hands while rocking back and forth on rocking chairs. This was your sign. 

There could be no engagement without a ring, of course. But what ring would suit Ningguang the most? She can buy every piece of jewelry in existance, after all! But just as all seemed bleak, you recalled what your girlfriend told you some time ago: a treasure is worth more than just its material value - the history behind it makes the most Mora. You didn't need the gift to be immensely valuable, but heartfelt. On the other hand gifting her something worthless isn't a good Idea. It's all about striking the balance. 

The first step was getting her measurements. This wasn't notable, as the solution stood right right before you - Baishi. Baishi knew every single millimeter of Ningguang's body, which was a little suspicious, but she was an obvious pick nonetheless. Her bashfullness while talking about your lover was quite amusing, and getting all of Ningguang's secrets wasn't a problem. You also picked gold to be the frame of the ring, since Baishi suggested it would match her outfit's color palette. 

The second step was figuring out what would be the main point of interest of the item. Every ring is unique in some way, and, being the loving partner, you wanted hers to be such. Ningguang wasn't impressed by most precious metals and gemstones - their value was obvious and all were easy for her to acquire. You had to pick something else, and thus you asked a few acclaimed researchers. One name repeated in their replies - The Archaic Stone. Allegedly, only true experts could recognise it's true worth, and Ningguang was nothing if not an expert on valuable minerals. Sadly, Archaic Stone is quite rare. The only hint you had was a few oral reports from officers patrolling The Chasm. Unwavering, you went to look for it yourself - it wouldn't be special if you had just told someone else to fetch it. Sure, the quest demanded a fair amount of climbing, but it was nothing your fit body couldn't handle. 

Picking the crown jewel was next in your to-do list. The selection was obvious, but you wouldn't use just any random piece of Cor Petrae. Ningguang deserved only the best and purest of ore. Surely, The Adepti wouldn't mind if you just borrowed a piece from underneath Mount Aocang, right? After all, they punish only the treacherous and wicked of heart… 

Arriving at the spot, you discovered a far more real threat residing in the cave - a sizable Geovishap with a small group of its hatchlings. Disturbing them would be a suicide, so you needed a more reasonable plan if you wanted to see the ring completed in one piece. The depth of these lizards' sleep is a thing of legend, so you decided on sneaking in after nightfall. Everything went smoothly, up until the excavation of the gemstone. Luckily, long legs and spacious lungs let you escape from the angered dragons. 

After delivering the materials to Mixing Jewelry and waiting a few days, you could finally hold the item in your own two hands. It was breathtaking. The framework was made of the purest gold money could buy, yet was nothing but a background for the two slim, polished pieces of Archaic stone, making up the seat for a cut piece of Cor Lapis. The gemstone shone with faint orange light, mesmerizing. A most beautiful ring for an equally beautiful woman. 

No amount of luxury could make a lasting impression on Ningguang. The moment you understood that, the final step was a problem no more. Using your color guard to clear out the area, you took Ningguang to your place of origin. Although ruined, the village was just as picturesque and romantic as you remembered. You hired Xiangling, but ordered her to cook simple, everyday fish dishes - just like those you ate back in the day. 

After an evening of reminiscence over old memories, gentle laughs over the cute and silly actions of your younger selves and a fulfilling meal, you took her hand and guided her back towards the Jade Chamber. 

Just after a moment you stopped, dead in your tracks. Ningguang froze as well, her eyes filled with worry. You allowed the small box to slide down from your sleeve and straight into her gloved hand. Looking into her ruby eyes, you asked the question with no words - Ningguang understood. She smiled. 

"I thought you'd never ask."

She handed you the unopened box and outstretched her hand. Your body shook with joy and excitement as you placed the ring on her finger, and planted a soft kiss on her hand. 

The moment you looked back at her your lips met with hers. 

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That's a Real Fucking Legacy: I Chose You

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/former Tommy Miller x f!reader Word Count: 2.6k+ Warnings: Unprotected PiV. Soft Joel. Talk of death. The gif is JUST a gif, there are NO descriptions of reader, it's just a visual reference of movement. Author's Note: Thanks for all the patience with this installment. I have been working very hard on DoYaM and fit in bits and bobs of other things where I can. Cannot fully convey how grateful I am for all the kind words, I really hope you like this, too.

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Everybody said it was an accident, that it could’ve happened to anybody.

But it didn’t happen to anybody, it happened to him.

Stopped for a pick up at a site out in Colorado, Joel left you and the baby to finally contribute and pull his weight—to feel useful. He’s been itching for it this whole time, getting out there and working off the energy that’s penning up inside his chest. He said he wanted to partake in something other than just keeping your daughter at peace.

You didn’t tell him he’d be taking yours away, too. 

They were ambushed by another group, a bunch of men looking for food to take back to their women and children apparently. It was a fucking gun fight and if the blood on his shirt was just from a bullet, maybe this wouldn’t feel like having all the air sucked from your lungs.

Baby could sense it, too, the fear and devastation seeping through your body as they brought him back with another goddamn hole in his body.

He’s got plenty at this point, angry red and deathly white scars pockmarking his body like some kind of topographical map. 

That’s all it is, just another scar to add to his collection and reminisce about as you trace it in the darkness of whatever shared space you end up in.

Except, they’re saying this one might not scar.

It might not even heal.

All the things he’s done throughout these years, all the things he done to protect you—to provide for you.

That’s all he was doing this time, too, and it breaks you down all over again as you pull Baby closer to your aching, carved out chest.

Everybody you have ever loved has either left or been taken away.

Tommy’s hand lands gently on your shoulder but it might as well have been a goddamn hit with the way you pull away from him.

“What do you want?”

“I brought some food,” he whispers, setting down a small plate between where you’re sitting and where Joel’s body is laying. “And I came to check on you, see if there’s anything I could do for you.”

He pulls away when you look up at him, hands falling to his side like he’s been fucking burned. You know what you must look like—bloodshot eyes and hollow cheeks.

“Yeah, Tommy, you can fucking fix this.”

You watch as he swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as his eyes flicker from yours to his brother’s body and back. Not a day has gone by since he was brought back that you’ve left his side, doing your best to keep it together through every aching mile along the way to Jackson.

They look for medicine at every stop you make, coming up empty handed time and time again. If we don’t get to Jackson soon—to the doctor they have there—then he will die.

“I'm doing the best I can, sweetheart.”

“Don't you fucking dare call me that,” you tell him. Baby fusses in your arms like she can feel the hurt that’s heavy in your voice. “You were supposed to protect him, Tommy, you were supposed to bring him back to me alive.”

“He is alive,” he says, nostrils flaring as he points down at his brother. “He's right there, he’s breathing, and we are all doing the best that we can.”

Baby looks up at you, stung by the subtle anger that Tommy’s words hold. Her father may be trying to make nice with him, but you fucking won’t—you can’t. Not so long as he lays half clung to life next to you.

More words come at you—assurances and platitudes.

We’ll be in Jackson in two days.

They’re still looking.

He’s a stubborn piece of shit, he’ll make it through.

This is everything that he’s been afraid of this whole goddamn time. This is that fear come true that he’ll leave you or you’ll leave him or your daughter will leave you both and neither of you would survive that.

“Tommy,” you call his attention back on you as he turns. “I grieved for you,” you say. “God, I mourned and I wailed and I wept for days if not weeks or more.”

It’s like he’s understanding for the first time, truthfully understanding, as he stares down at your worn down body speaking all these fragile and broken words. Realization of just how much you hurt for him is dawning on him and he’s trying to give you more comfort, more words to say everybody will be okay.

But it won’t be true so long as your daughter is looking up at you with eyes that ask why your heart has stopped beating.

“I don't think you have heard me at any point that I have explained just what I feel for my family, Tommy,” you say. “I told you that I would’ve bled for you but that I would die for him so I really need for you to listen to me right now—if he goes, part of me will go with him.”

Jackson is like life before it stopped.

There is power here and children laughing.

There are babies and clothes and running water.

There are houses and furniture and trinkets and shops.

You haven’t been able to take any of this in, not really. Not when you’re walking around the halls of Tommy’s home like a ghost.

Tommy found penicillin after that night, came hauling ass into the room and injected his brother before you were even fully awake and registering what he was doing. Because, for a moment, you thought you were under attack. You though a runner had burst in and you couldn’t find the gun and this was the death you had feared beyond the walls—first Joel and then Thomi and then you. The last of those you love taken from you in the last moments that would make you welcome being ripped apart with open arms.

When you realized it was just Tommy, your heart half settled down and then you feared that maybe Joel had stopped breathing next to you. But that couldn’t have been the case because it was the shallow rise and fall of his chest as he fought against infection and the increasing cold that gave you any sort of hope or peace at all.

Joel woke up just as you made it through the gates of Jackson, one eye half cracked and already crying the moment he saw you next to him. Instead of going to the doctor, the doctor came to him. Modern medicine isn’t so modern anymore though, not the way it was when it all fell down. The penicillin likely wasn’t as potent as it once was but the doctor said it would do the trick and that the right thing was done by keeping his wound as clean as possible and bandaged tight.

Tommy said it was all you and the doctor was offering you a job before he’d even learned your name. You’ll get to that eventually, you told him so. Begged him to let you settle in and find a home, find a way to feel okay in this new space where you’re told fear doesn’t have to be your primary emotion any longer.

Now, though, Joel barely wants to sleep. He’s antsy, fidgeting and restless and begging to get out of bed and walk around.

He’s even bouncing Baby and talking with his brother on what jobs he can pull around town to earn his keep.

Fucking jobs.

You almost lost him to him pulling his own weight and he’s asking about fucking jobs with a half healed hole still gaping in his abdomen. 

Thomi’s been down for about an hour, she was your excuse away from the bathroom. With Joel up and about, the survival mode has turned off in your brain and now you want to crumble every time you look at the knotted over flesh.

But there’s only so much pacing that you can do until you’re sitting back in the room and staring down at Thomi with tears in your eyes. She came so close to being just another orphan in this fucked up world because you weren’t joking with Tommy when you said what you said. Part of you will go when Joel does, you will not be the same and you’ve prepared for it, you just hope she’s old enough to understand when that time comes.

There’s also the hope that everybody understands that it’s Joel who has to go first. Between you and him, he has to go first because he cannot watch another person he loves die; he cannot add another name to another gravestone in the cemetery of his heart.

That’s where he finds you, saying something about how he can’t believe there’s an actual crib that she actually gets to sleep in.

That fact and the exhaustion of his voice hits you, drags the tears out of you finally after all these days of having to be strong. She has a crib and she’s sleeping peacefully inside of it with a soft toy somebody in town sent over. Joel has a voice and he’s using it as if just a week ago you hadn’t convinced yourself that you’d never hear it again.

“How can I fix this?” He asks, gentle hand resting on your shoulder. “What can I do for you?”

“You're breathing,” you say, pushing the tears from your face. “That's enough, it’s all I’ve been hoping for.” Because while you want him to be the first to go, you can’t lose him yet. Not yet.

He smells good. Like himself but different, the sweet scent of the mint soap Tommy gave you mixing in with the natural musk and heat of him. You don’t even realize you’re crawling into his lap until you are.

Tears fall down on his face as your fingers thread through the slicked back hair until you’re cradling his head in your hand; holding him to you with open mouths breathing heavily into one another. 

He’s hard already and laying back with ease, thick hands gripping into the meat of your hips. It’s fucking embarrassing how close you are already but there was no privacy for sneaky touches on the journey here. 

“Off,” he commands, tugging at the hem of your shirt. 

Trailing his hand along the skin exposed as you comply easily to his demand, he fights against the pain you know he feels to pull himself forward enough to reach you and pull you back down. 

Days asleep fighting, literally, for his life and, yet, he’s still got all this strength radiating out of his body. You know that’s why he was able to hold on for so long but it doesn't mean it doesn’t wow you and bring another wave of sadness all at the same time.

Because if such a strong man can fall so easily, what’s stopping this world from taking you, too?

Like he can read your mind, his hands settle on your hips and he pulls back just enough to look up at you with the same big brown eyes your daughter shares. “Are you gonna get off of me if I tell you this moment was the focal point of all my fever dreams?”

Head cradled in both of your hands, you take his lips again. “I might never get off of you again, Joel Miller.”

Fighting against the pain he feels, he pushes his hips against your core as he pulls you down against him, whispered words of gratitude and love falling pushed right into your mouth from his.

“I heard every word you said,” he breathes out. “The entire time you were by my side, sweetheart, I heard it all.” 

Tongues flattened against each other, you reach down and pull off the new underwear—another offering in a gift basket to welcome your family to the town. You never thought you’d see these kinds of things again. 

Clothes in good condition; sturdy houses; friendly people; fresh vegetables.

It’s something else that drips tears from your eyes and down his cheeks.

As if he knows how overwhelmed you are by all the newness going on all around you, he takes charge to push up against your lips harder and with more hunger.

Joel’s goal in every moment between your bodies is to be the only overwhelming force you feel and he does just that with the gentle push of his solid length through your soaked channel. 

He takes the gasp you feed him, pulling back with a smile to trail the tip of his nose down the length of yours and studies you as he waits for your fully seated comfort to kick in.

“Mmm,” his head falls back and he relaxes down into the soft blankets. “I’m sorry if I bust too quick,” he breathes out. “It’s been a while and I missed you.” 

Laughter. Because that’s a feeling coiling deeper in the pit of your being than he’s pushing into and he catches your moan as brings the long awaited friction you’ve ached for. 

“I think I’m right there with you,” you whisper against him. This shared laughter and the feeling of his chapped lips on yours are the unburdening you’ve needed for so long. Even in the so called safety of the QZ, your shoulders were heavy with the weight of grief and fear both for those that were and those that will be taken away.

This is light and restful and full of peace and happiness because he turned it all around—he came back.

He heard every word you said at his side.

“None of these,” he says against your lips, swiping at the heavy salt water tears that streak down your cheeks. “Not anymore, sweetheart, not right now. You don’t need them right now.” 

Your bodies are already tightening up against each other; working in time with each other all slow and steady movements made with intention and pulling back when necessary.

Because the intention isn’t to get off, it’s to be together and share this peace and relief together.

“I love you,” falls from his lips like a prayer, something sacred and quiet that he keeps close to his chest.

Even still, he may have said no more tears but they rush from you in body racking sobs. Because you know, of course you know, but he’s never said it. Not out loud, not like this. This isn't just a mere glimpse of a long gone, past life Joel Miller and who he used to be. This is him. That sweet and romantic boy he’s only told you about in the cover of night.

He doesn’t ask if he’s hurt you, he knows that he hasn’t. All he can do is cage you in closer; kiss you harder; hold you tighter until the broken sobs are turning back into shared moans as your involuntary movements of sadness and happiness combine to push you both over that edge.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he exhales. “My strong, beautiful woman.” Those rough hands frame your face, thumbs swiping over the swell of your cheeks in mirrored movements. “You can relax now, baby, I’m right here.”

Every press of his lips against your face is so soft and full of everything else he’s struggling to say.

That you’re safe.

That you’re healthy.

That your daughter is both and can sleep peacefully not yet knowing what nightmares truly are.

He heard every word you said at his side and these are his answers—his reassurances. He’s here, he’s right here and he’ll fight like hell even against himself to make sure he’ll continue to be.

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The Tickle Mobster's Final Stand (Piofiore)

Hello everyone! I hope y'all had a good 2024 and a better 2025! For the last fic of the year, I decided to conclude the improptu Tickle Mobster trilogy with Nicola getting what's coming to him! Thank you to everyone who's enjoyed this as much as I have writing it! I hope you like it! :D

Summary: Nicola takes any opportunity to cause mischief. Unfortunately for him, today is the day where all his antics catch up to him.

Ah, another rare moment when things were at ease at the Falzone Manor.

How Nicola loved days like this. So relaxing..so peaceful…

So full of opportunity…

He snickered to himself as he went about, a clockwork mouse in hand as he approached Leo’s door. Call him terrible, but it’s been so long since he’d surprise their young guard. Dante would have his head if he let this little bugger run free in the office, and Liliana would likely never speak to him again be it her room. This was the best place to test his little trick.

As he kneeled down to let the toy go, the door suddenly opened. “Oh, don’t mind me- I dropped something.” He spoke without looking up, knowing Leo wouldn’t question it.

Unfortunately for him, the voice that answered wasn’t Leo’s.

“Really now? What did you drop, Nicola?” He froze all over, daring a peek at the all too familiar shoes and pants legs in his sight. He didn’t need to look up to find Dante glaring daggers at him.

“Dante, good timing!” He made himself do it though, bringing up his tiny mouse with a smile. “Found a mouse. Should we give it some cheese?” Those sharp blue eyes of his didn’t waver, narrowing as Nicola stood. “I bet it’d like brie. Or maybe-”

“Nicola. That’s a toy. I can hear it clicking.” Dante cut him off, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned into the doorframe. Damn, sharp as ever. He knew him too well. “Now, what exactly were you planning on doing with that thing?”

“...Say, why were you in Leo’s room?” The brunette had no answer, so he narrowed his own eyes and straightened his back, matching his cousin’s energy. “You don’t usually visit anyone besides Lili or myself. This is strange behavior for you…”

A flicker of hesitation. Dante struggled not to look away from the brunette’s growing smile. “That’s irrelevant.”

“I disagree. It’s out of the norm for you. I hear love makes us do strange things, but this? The only reason I can think of you to be here instead is…” Behind him, he felt a familiar presence. The smell of sugar and perfume he loved so much touching his nose, making him grin. “Hello, Lili.”

A beat of silence. Nicola almost laughed at their attempt to entrap him. “Great attempts all around everybody.” Better luck next time-”

What happened next no one could have predicted.

With a cry of determination, Liliana threw herself into Nicola from behind, sending them both crashing to the floor. The clockwork mouse zoomed away, disappearing down the hall to be forgotten.

“Oof! Lili- what the hell?” Nicola yelped, half hidden in his bangs as he tried looking back at her. “Why did you- ergh!”

“I gotcha now!” The blonde cried in glee, grinning when Nicola’s entire body trembled. Her hands scritched along his shoulder blades, focusing on the spots she knew tickled but weren’t enough to break him. “I told you I would get you back! Today is the day you pay for your crimes!”

A small snort- Dante had turned away from them to hide his laughter at Liliana’s theatrics. Nicola would have laughed too had he not been busy trying to avoid her devious touch. “L-Lili, let me g-go! I can’t promise my re-revenge will be as n-nice as la-ast time!”

“Yes, yes- do your worst. I can take it!” She cooed, far too happy about the results before her to worry about her fate. “Right now though- you’re under my control! Dante, help me!”

“Hm?” The capo blinked, not expecting the request. Nicola had a bad feeling.

“Dante, don’t you da-ahahare!” Nicola cried back, a few loose chortles escaping when his girlfriend found a rather sensitive spot along the edges of his spine. “Gehehet her instehahad!”

“No, help me!”

“This feels all too familiar.” The pale haired man chided with a small laugh, folding his arms in consideration. “To help or to not help- which path should I take…?”

Dante’s legs left his field of sight as he debated his choice. Nicola didn’t have time to worry about that when Liliana seemed to switch from scratches to pokes, her fingers nimble as they seeked out his most ticklish spots. “Lil-ehehehe! Lili, pleahahhahase! Chohohme on, thihihihs is cruuhuhuel!”

“Was it cruel when you tickled me?” She asked, poking along his neck and ears, making him shiver and duck with a giggle. “Or when you ambushed Dante in his office?”

“You told her about that?” Dante asked from behind, sounding betrayed. Nicola couldn’t help but snort in response. “That’s it. Lili, be a dear and scoot up some for me? I’ll get him laughing.”

“Noohoho! Nohoh, Dahhante! Dohhon’t you da-AHHAHRE!” The cackles ripped from his throat the moment hands touched down on the backs of his thighs, sending relentless waves of ticklishness up his nerves. “Nohohohohoho, cohoohohme ohohohohon! Thahhat’s so meahhahahahn!”

“Pfft- oh my goodness!” Liliana couldn’t contain her laughter at his loud mirth, one hand still tickling while the other half-heartedly hid her smile. “I hadn’t realized he was this ticklish!”

“Oh absolutely. He’s been this ticklish for a long time. Gulia often got him the most whenever he snuck sweets.” Dante snickered, leaning back just in time to avoid a kick to the face. “Careful!”

“Yooohohohu bihihihite yoohohohur tohohohohnhgue! Whohohoh wahahas it thahaht I was steahhahaling sweheheheets for, agahahahin?” Nicola cried back, making his cousin blush and avert his gaze. Liliana looked between them with such a happy expression. She felt like she was learning so much more about these dear boys.

Call her bold, but…”Dante, where is he most ticklish?”

“Dohohohon’t tehehheell her!” Nicola cut in, face against the ground when she dug her fingers into his shoulders once more.

“Hmm….I can’t recall.” The other admitted. A small victory for Nicola. “Though I was sure it’s somewhere along his legs?”

Nooo! The victory was lost. Man, this really did feel familiar.

“Along his legs…Oh! Like here?” Where was here? It was torture to not know where they were going to attack! Hm- he should try that next time. He could find a blindfold or-

“GAHAH!”

“Found it!” Liliana cried in glee, her fingers digging into his hips as he flopped like a fish beneath her, dolphin-like cackles filling the space. “I had a feeling you were ticklish here!”

“Lihihihihili! Lihihihihli nohohohohoo! Doohohn’t, stahhahpt tha-AHAHHA!” Damn, now Dante was tickling his legs again! His poor knees, being dug into and kneaded so feather-like. How dare his cousin be gifted with such gentle hands! “STAHHAP PLEHAHAHASE!”

“What do you think?” He heard her ask, feeling her hands resting against his hips. They weren’t tickling anymore, but the pressure was enough to keep him giggly.

“Hm…spare him. For now.” The hands were removed, and he felt an immediate sensation of relief pass through him. Oh how he was going to get them both back, tenfold-

A small kiss to his cheek made him forget he was angry. Side eyeing the beautiful blonde smiling at him, he let out a resigned sigh before pinching her cheek, making her laugh. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

“Does that go for both of us?” Dante asked dryly, making Liliana giggle. Nicola resisted the urge to shoot him a rude hand gesture when a sudden scream echoed down the hall. Their heads shot up, Dante reaching for his gun while Nicola moved to protect his girl-

“There’s a MOUSE!” Leo’s screams carried, killing the growing tension. Dante let out a low sigh while Nicola snorted, slapping a hand over his mouth to hide his growing mirth. “Someone get Carlos!”

“Guilia’s going to kill us. Leo- calm yourself, you’re a guard in the Familia for a reason.” Dante pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood up, giving his guffawing cousin a halfhearted glare. “Seems your little trick found it’s target, Nicola. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” With a barely concealed laugh, the Capo left to sort out the chaos.

“Oh, you’re terrible!” Liliana swatted at him gently as Nicola leaned into her, holding his aching belly. “Poor Leo- he’s gonna be all nerves now!”

“He’hehehell be fihihihne! Oh my GOD, that was great!” Putting a hand to his brow, he snickered helplessly at the results of his mischief, the young guard’s scream forever ingrained in his memory. “Sorry, sorry- I’m teheherrible, I know!”

“A true prankster. I hope you’re prepared for when he gets you back.” She smiled teasingly, yelping when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her, pulling them both into the ground “Nicola?”

“Speaking of- that little bit about revenge. I believe somebody said she could take it when I got her back, yeah?” Her face grew pink, eyes widening some at his devious grin. “Better prepare yourself, Lili. When I find you tonight, you’re gonna wish you hadn’t done this.”

“Is that a promise?” She asked without warning, making his brows shoot up and all the blood in his body rush elsewhere. She giggled through her blush, leaning in and kissing his cheek before freeing herself. “I’m gonna go catch a mouse. See you later!”

She left him there, laying in the center of the hall as he caught his breath.

Thanks for reading!

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Harriet Vane: Peter, have you ever considered this?

Lord Peter Wimsey: What?

Harriet Vane: Harriet Vane, murder suspect.

Lord Peter Wimsey: oh, really!

Harriet Vane: No, listen. Personal characteristics: once tried for the murder of her lover, and acquitted by the skin of her teeth. Says she found Alexis death at 2.10 but can bring no evidence to prove that she did not see him alive. Took three hours to walk 4 and a half miles to inform the police. Is the sole witness to the finding of the razor, the time of the death, and the conditions of the flat iron. Was immediately suspected by Perkins and is probably still suspected by the police.

Lord Peter Wimsey: Nonsense, Harriet. I really...

Harriet Vane: who have been searching her room.

Lord Peter Wimsey: Have them, by Jove!

Harriet Vane: yes. Don't look like that. They couldn't very well do anything else, could they.

Lord peter Wimsey: I have something to say to Umplety.

Harriet Vane: No, you can spare me that.

Lord Peter Wimsey: But it is absurd!

Harriet Vane: It is not! Do you think I'm witless? Do you think I don't know why you came galloping down here at a five minutes notice? It was very nice of you and I should be grateful, but do you think I like it? You thought I was pretty brazen, I expect, when you found me getting publicity out of the thing. So I was. There's no choice for a person like me to be anything but brazen. I can't hide my name, it's what I live by. If I did hide it it would only be another suspicious circumstance, wouldn't it? But do you think it makes matters any more agreeable to know that it is only the patronage of Lord Peter Wimsey that prevent men like Umplety from being openly hostile?

Lord Peter Wimsey: I've been afraid of that.

Harriet Vane: Then why did you come?

Lord Peter Wimsey: So that you might not have to send for me.

Harriet Vane: Oh. Now, of course, everybody will say "look what he's doing for that woman, isn't it marvelous of him? I suppose every man thinks he's only to go on being superior, and any woman will come tumbling into his arms. It's disgusting.

Lord Peter Wimsey: Thank you. I may be everything you say, patronizing, interfering, conceited, intolerable and all the rest of it, but do give me credit for a little intelligence. Do you think I don't know all that? Do you think it is pleasant for any man who feels about a woman as I do about you to fight his way along under this detestable burden of gratitude? Damn it! Do you think I don't know perfectly well that I'd have a better chance if I was deaf, blind, maimed, starving, drunk or dissolute, so that you could have the fun of being magnanimous? Why do you think I treat my own sincerest feelings like something out of a comic opera if it isn't to save myself the bitter humiliation of seeing you try not to be utterly nauseated by them?

Harriet Vane: No, don't talk like that.

Lord Peter Wimsey: I wouldn't if you didn't force me to. And you might have the justice of remembering you can hurt me a damn side more than I can possibly hurt you.

Harriet Vane: I know I'm being horribly ungrateful.

Lord Peter Wimsey: Grateful! Good God am I never to get away from the bleat of that filthy adjective? I don't want gratitude! I don't want kindness! I don't want sentimentality! I don't even want love -I could make you give me that, of a sort-; I want common honesty.

Harriet Vane: Do you? But that's what I've always wanted. I don't think it is to be got.

Lord Peter Wimsey: Alright. I can respect that. Only you have got to play the game. Don't force an emotional situation and then blame me for it.

Harriet Vane: But I don't want any situation. I want to be left in peace.

Lord Peter Wimsey: But you are not a peaceful person.

Harriet Vane: Perhaps not, but all this is so dreary and exhausting.

Lord Peter Wimsey: Call me anything you like, but not dreary! Great Scott that I have been boring you interminably for 18 months on end! I know you once said that if anybody ever married me it would be for the sake of hearing me piffle on, but I expect that kind of thing pulls after a bit.

Harriet Vane: *laughs*

Lord Peter Wimsey: I'm babbling, I know I'm babbling, what on Earth am I to do about it?

Harriet Vane: oh, it's not fair, you always make me laugh. I can't fight, I'm so tired. You don't seem to know what being tired is. Stop. Let go. I won't be bullied, Peter, I won't be bullied! And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to make myself ready for an appointment.

Excuse me, I'll be right here stuffing my face into a pillow.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

hey, do you have any tsundere fells sans/reader fics without any harem? I've been struggling to find some for a while now

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

The Skeleton Games by poetax (Mature, Incomplete)

The barrier of underfell is broken. It's been a month, and monsters are finally allowed to move into the city. You're staying in a small cheap apartment waiting for your newest property to finish, when you get a rude noisy neighbor. Does he really have to play his music so loudly. It's not even good music. You're sick of this. You're not listening to him stomping around, yelling or… playing video games. Oh wait, you know that video game . Time to put special plan "get back at your jerk neighbor" into action. Just because your a vampire and stay up all night, doesn't mean he can be a jerk. A story about developing friendship, good laughs, and teaching Sans the meaning of friendship and love, when all he's known is the horrible world of Underfell.

Secretly Yours by Melda_Burke (Explicit, Incomplete)

Red gets you as a roommate for his wallet's convenience and ends up liking you a bit too much. One day, you're late coming home from work, so he decides to search your room for clues as to why. What he finds catapults you both into an awkward, tsundere dance around emotions.

Sweet Treat by Inkyfalls (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

You're a vampire. An old, old vampire who's been alive for hundreds of years. You've watched the world evolve. You've learned just about everything you possibly can, taking up hobbies or interests along the way to pass the time. Baking is your main hobby though. You enjoy the smell of freshly baked goods and enjoy the smiles they bring to others. You also just enjoy the process of it all, even if you can't eat any if it yourself, you still enjoy baking nonetheless. And during the late hours, they're a perfect lure for your weekly feedings. Inviting a curious customer into your kitchen to test a new flavor of frosting You're trying out is perfect. They fall for it every time and you have no trouble at all. They even get sent off with a free batch of cookies once you're done! Nothing has changed in the last few years, until a few months ago when you heard wind of Monsters coming up from underground. So they weren't just fairy tails? They weren't just lies parents told their kids to make them behave? They were real? And they're in your town?? Well. This will be interesting. (Inspired by Poetax's 'The Skeleton Games')

A Wanted Man by Melda_Burke (Explicit, Incomplete)

Life in your little town was peaceful until the day you decided to sneak out to pick prickly pears. Instead, you found an entirely different kind of cactus in your secret spot, and now that prickly, grumpy monster owes you his life. These days, he's sleeping in the barn, taking care of the horses, and working his way deeper into your heart with all the stabby, bloody finesse of a porcupine quill. ~It's high noon here in the tumble-down town of Ebotton, and Red's got a few scores to settle. Don't forget to bring your Colt .44 magnums and cowboy hats everybody, 'cuz there's gonna be blood... and you really don't want it to be yours.~

To Strike The Match by Fand0m_Qu33n (Mature, Incomplete)

burnt out sick of the recurring timeline… everything is starting to break him down little by little…day after day drink after drink… he needed something different a smoke would be good… just needed a…light? rule after rule you'd follow the older you had gotten the more there were. but you had been fine with it…right?

[marvelstars]

Tolkien LOTR vs George Lucas STAR WARS

Disclaimer: talking with mutuals about Tolkien and Lucas this came up and wanted to share.

I believe both Tolkien and Lucas were anti imperialism(represented by the ring/empire respectively) and anti war but their takes is completely different because they lived different times.

Tolkien story of the lost kings who died for nothing seeking power represents pretty well the story of the first World War in which the imperial powers of Europe became excited over their new hability to put ot test weapons and made a local conflict into an all out war between countries exploiting the nationalism of the people to push them towards war, the tirednes and dissapointment over fighting a war for men who only wanted power is excelently interpreted in the Lord of the Rings in which the only solution is to destroy the ring and try to live peacefully with each other and support honest work and protect lives the best way you can, with wise kings and wise elves who care about people and it´s well being. That´s what I see Tolkien going for, he also tackles the idea that no matter how noble or peaceful like Fredo or Bilbo we could be, power still can corrupts us if we expend enough time around it. Power can corrupt everybody and the best we can do is try to not make it the most important thing in our lifes like Aragorn did when he became King.

Lucas wasn´t a soldier like Tolkien so he is much more idealist than him, he grew up and became excited over the protests for the war of Vietnam in the US and the consequences of WWII with the creation of the atomic bomb. So Star Wars battle in the OT isn´t just about greedy people trying to get power by any mean neccesary, the first trilogy is about a fair war fought agaisnt the imperial power who offered peace in exchange of freedom, which is another face imperialism can take and the death star(atomic bomb) is the one weapon they believe can “end all resistance” "end all wars" but they are wrong because just like in a New Hope, the Death Star only makes other people more nervous about it´s use and most will seek how to oppose it with similar means or with different kinds of resistence.

Star Wars presents the problematic dilema of war not being good on itself but becoming neccesary when your opponent will not engage in dialogue by any other means, so just like in LOTR the kingdoms have to join to form a military, the rebel alliance is there to fight the Empire.

The Jedi Order in the OT represents the old order, estatus quo that the Empire defeated to put their own Order, they are not evil by any means but by presenting a “ends justifices the means” philosophy by lying to Luke and forgetting about Anakin´s humanity and existence in exchange of dehumanizing him and seeing him only as a machine like Obi-Wan did, this doesn´t bring them the victory, mostly their plan gets revealed and rejected by Luke, the main hero of the OT, the fandom may have a very different take on the Jedi but Lucas definitely didn´t write the Jedi as flawless beings but as a tragic order that after the zenit of their power fell along with Anakin, literally and espiritually too. Otherwise Lucas would not talk about Anakin being a victim of the system who lost his mind trying to do the right thing, he wasn´t just part of the Republic but also part of the Jedi Order.

Luke, while dealing with his own feelings of anger, need for revenge for his murdered family and wish for freedom along with his friends, also learns humility by losing his first fight with Vader but also empathy, he has feel the darkness inside himself, he was told his father wasn´t always like that and he has felt Vader´s twisted love for him so he humanizes his enemy instead of dehumanizing him and seeks to save him from the darkside, because this has become the only way to defeat Vader and the Emperor while they are together and also because Luke wants Vader to be his father just as much as Vader wants Luke to be his Son.

So in the end family is the thing that saves the universe in Star Wars just like friendship, care, empathy and appreciation of the simple and beautiful things saved the people of LOTR. The Jedi imo in the PT and OT were not evil, they had their own wisdom and brought good things to the story like honor and duty but they were wrong to try to force Luke agaisn´t his father, they were wrong for keeping Anakin away from his family and they were wrong to forget love in exchange of duty.

This is also why I believe Luke doesn´t just brings back Anakin from the darkside, he did the same with the Jedi Order, he became the kind of Jedi Anakin always dreamed to be, with enough freedom to act with kindness, love and caring as well as honor and duty, a more balanced Jedi Order.

So it´s a complete shame disney missed the memo and makes more merchandise of the Jedi because they are more marketable forgetting the deep message of the story. Luke in the Mandalorian and ST isn´t ROTJ Luke, but a badly done PT Jedi style of Luke and that´s a complete tragedy imo because it misses the main message of the story, that you don´t have to reject love and family to support ideals and do your duty. They make you whole not less the person you are.

[themuffin2649]

A hot minute ago, I made this edit where Leon murders Vincent.

Well… here’s a possible Prequel to that event

Coffin Conundrum

TW: Cursing & Serious not taken Seriously

After the murder Fatal Accident of Vincent, his closest classmates Leon and MC joins his funeral along with his family.

Victor: “And although he was my nephew… I saw him as my son. May his soul rest in peace along with his grandparents and my parents.”

The family quietly claps and Victor walks back to his seat. Leon comes up to the podium to say something.

Leon: “Although I hadn’t known him as long as everybody here, he was an outstanding and model student at our school. He used his money to make those around him happy, which is something very admirable. Our school will miss the charisma he brings every day.”

MC: That… was actually a pretty good speech. Maybe they finally buried the hatchet.

Leon: “And he was a great man to me. Although we both loved the same man, a dear friend of mine, he was more than happy to give him to me. It was the last thing he did for me before the tragic accident, but I’ll never forget the kindness and sacrifice he made the day he died.”

The audience clapped and cried, some even saying how honorable it was, but MC wasn’t too happy.

Aunt: “Heaven has gained another angel.”

MC: Dammit Leon, you ruined it…

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Suddenly, everybody’s attention turned to the coffin slamming open. Vincent rises from it with pure wrath in his dead eyes.

Vincent: “FUCK YOU LEON! First, you steal away MY Honeybee, then, you MURDER me and pose it as an accident, AND NOW! I can’t even rest in peace in MY Funeral because YOU keep LYING to everybody here!!! I NEVER GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO DATE HIM, YOU KILLED ME SO YOU COULD HAVE HIM!!!”

Vincent then collapses back into the coffin and slams it closed, returning to the land of the dead.

MC: “………..”

Vincent’s Whole Family: “……….”

Leon: I’m assuming the looks I’m getting from everyone means I have 10 seconds to run…

[cosmiclove-heavenstruck]

My Not So Short Ramble About The Bear Season 3

(Spoilers: Ehhh, I did not really like it... I do like this frame though:)

I did kinda not so feel this season of The Bear, but let‘s start with what I liked: The Tina-centric episode was one of the best in my opinion (and directed by Ayo? Let's go, queen). She‘s a lovely character and to see her journey and how she got to The Beef and Mikey was very heartfelt and warming. It was also very nice to see Ebra happy again after he felt so out of place last season. And it‘s always good to have Olivia Coleman on my screen.

There were some fun moments. The Fak brothers are funny (to an extent), Richie and his daughter are super sweet, so there’s that. I like when all these characters clash, when things go wrong, when they scream at each other, when tensions get high and they need to achieve something. A show like this needs this energy.

Unfortunately, there is barely any engery this season.

This season was very slow. Look, I don‘t mind focusing on specific characters and getting to know them, but a whole episode dedicated to Sugar and her mom in the hospital because the baby‘s coming just for it to… not really go anywhere? Yes, some dialogue was really good but we don't leave the hospital room for 90% of the episode and they're just not strong enough to carry that. There wasn't even a big reunion, not even Carmy calling Sugar back, you know since she left pregnant and just didn‘t come back?? She could be in labor in Home Depot isle three, for all you know! Yeah, he‘s stressed and ill and all but that‘s his sister! Did he ever call her? Did he go see his niece? Why the fuck is it Sydney that cooks them food and brings it over and he isn‘t even shown talking to his sister once? (I mean, I know, Sdyney‘s great and she and Natalie are tight so that was sweet of her, but you get my point.) It just makes me so mad. There should have been a breakdown at the restaurant when they noticed! Hello, everybody loves Sugar! You'd be fucked without her. And y'all send her to get paper towels and don't give a flying fuck that she doesn't come back? This could have been a moment of peace between Richie and Carmy. The whole family should've been at the hospital. Instead it's... two Fak brothers. And even if they missed it, why couldn't Carmy go along with Syd to make up for his mistake? His love language is cooking and he and Sugar seemed so close the last two seasons so why never mention their relationship again?

While I mentioned I liked seeing Ebra happy again, I wish we'd gotten more of his character. In the beginning, it felt like they'd just sidelined him because he doesn't fit the high cuisine or whatever. Then he gets some support by some other guys but and yeah, he is happy and I love that, but it feels like the creators just wanted to get him out of the way even though the window business makes the only money in this hell house? He's fucking important to this success so treat him like it!

Montages and aesthetic shots of food cannot fill all the season (well, apparently, they can) because that‘s not storytelling. Yes, I want to see the food, but I don‘t need ten flashbacks and montages and slowmotion shots per episode. Speaking of flashbacks — what is it with Claire? Why are we doing this? Why would Carmy pine after her for months? She is so… bland, watered down — almost like a canvas for people who fancy JAW/Carmy to imagine themselves as Claire. It feels fanfiction-y, right? "You‘re a nurse and went to high school with Carmy but loose track of one another…" The Bear is capable of interesting, real-feeling characters so it‘s sad to see the screentime get wasted for her when all I want to see is what's happening in the restaurant.

What I mean is, this season was slow. Way too slow. There was so much time wasted on nothing that could‘ve been cut. Like the Natalie-goes-into-labor-episode and most of the first one as well, to be honest. The points that were supposed to come across to the viewer — how Carmy becomes this stressed out, shouting, cold chef high on perfectionism fighting with past desicions and getting a star for the restaurant, how that affected the whole staff, how it fucks up Sydney because he becomes so much like his former chef — they could have been better wrapped, a bit quicker paced. Have the funeral of the Ever more mid-season, have the surprise review consequences NOW and not just as flashes so I have to pause the episode to read anything/leave it hanging on a cliffhanger, have Syd fucking explode for once and tell Carmy how it is, how he is turning into the asshole he hates. Make it extra bad by having a conversation between the two earlier in the season on how bad it was for Carmy and not her "learning" about his past at the funeral dinner. Make her leave. Make him regret what he's done, make him feel what he's missing.

Really, I was yelling at Syd to leave through the last few episodes. Leave, get out, work at a different restaurant, find a new environment. Carmy doesn‘t need to have wallow in his feelings for minute on end on how he should apologize to Claire, he should apologize to Sydney and Richie and everyone he‘s stressing out so much. If Sydney only leaves by the end of season 4 I‘ll riot.

I don't even want to say I'm not hoping for anything to happen between Syd and Carmy, like I actively need them to get away from each other as of right now. But! I liked the call-back to the "best meal Sydney's ever had" and that that was the one time Carmy decided to go his own way and not follow the instructions of his chef. Which is why the theme of being haunted could've fit so well with them! It's just a joke in the beginning by the Faks, but then Sydney leaves The Bear and Carmy feels actually haunted by her. Doesn't even have to be romantic. The potential was there.

Some other smaller things: 1. The timing was so hard to tell. They should've worked with different lightnings or make it less confusing, but as it is now, I was constantly questioning myself when this took place. 2. I can't really complain about the casting of so many actual chefs because I just don't recognize them (oops, sorry) but while I liked to see the different dynamics between them and Carmy at least, it feels so rude to all the POC characters in the kitchen working their asses off and not getting any plot lines. 3. Again, again nothing really happens. I said it up there somewhere, if you'd cut the montages and flashbacks and filler stuff, how much plot are you really left with? When I think of all the important points that happened, they should not take ten episodes to show.

This could've been beautiful. But now it's just the bad kind of messy.

[rose-of-oz]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐎

❝ To everybody who called the town of Beacon Hills home, the Azevedo family was somewhat of a collective enigma. Making their home in a large cabin situated by the lake a little way out of town, the large family mainly kept to themselves, only occasionally coming into town to buy groceries, make slightly awkward small talk with the townsfolk, and take up two whole tables at the local diner to eat and celebrate and fill the space with their loud conversation and laughter when it was a family member’s birthday. None of the family’s many children went to a proper school, none of the adults seemed to have jobs - at least, not outside the home - and those who passed by the cabin often said that they saw the children carousing by the lakeshore, covered in mud and talking to the lake’s frogs. All of this strangeness had gone towards gaining the Azevedos a reputation as the resident “crazy family” of the area, and it wasn’t as if any member of the clan had ever done anything to dispel these ideas, secluded as the entire family was in their cozy cabin that was partially hidden from the rest of the world.

But, of course, no one in Beacon Hills knew that the family had a perfectly good reason for this self-imposed isolation - that reason being that they were a family of water nymphs, the unofficial peacekeepers of the supernatural community that lurked just under the noses of humans and constantly escaped their detection. Normally nymphs served as the secret wardens of any towns with a bit of supernatural population, helping their fellow inhumans avoid notice and brokering peace between warring families or species, but with most of the Hale werewolf family dead and the last remaining member run off, the Azevedos were no longer needed and free to mostly retreat from society, remaining secluded in their beautiful cabin and homeschooling their children while teaching them to master their nymph powers at the same time.

However, their time of peace was not to last, for at almost the exact same time Derek Hale returned to Beacon Hills, a high school student named Scott McCall was bitten by a vicious Alpha werewolf, bringing a bevy of lycanthrope troubles back to the town in one fell swoop. Finding their duties needing to be fulfilled once again, the elder Azevedos must turn to their only high school-aged child, Marina, and give them a simple mission: become a student at Beacon Hills High, get close to Scott McCall and Derek Hale through him, and give them the assistance and guidance that Marina’s kind is meant to give, once again forming a bridge between their family and the supernatural residents of Beacon Hills.

Marina, having always wanted to go to a regular school like others their age, is only too happy to accept the mission. The only problem, they quickly discover, is that while Scott and his endearingly energetic best friend take a liking to them quickly after they reveal their nymph status and offer their help, Derek Hale refuses to trust them, angry at Marina’s family for not being able to help his own escape the fire that claimed all of their lives.

Well, that’s not the only problem. There’s also the fact that, after so many years only being around their siblings and cousins, Marina isn’t very good at making friends naturally, which along with their family’s reputation quickly earns them the title of Weird New Kid. And the fact that Scott’s new sort-of girlfriend is definitely hiding something, and he’s too smitten to listen to Marina’s suspicions. And the fact that, after the incident where Derek nearly died from a wolfsbane bullet, Scott’s main bully Jackson seems different, in a distinctly supernatural way that Marina can’t quite pinpoint. And, likely worst of all, the fact that Marina can feel themself getting a worse and worse crush on one Stiles Stilinski, despite the fact that he’s hopelessly in love with his best friend’s bully’s girlfriend.

Maybe, Marina quickly finds, they didn’t quite consider all the possibilities before accepting this mission from their family. But even in the midst of all this supernatural danger and chaos, they know they’ll always have the love and guidance of their family, as well as being able to gain new friends, slowly take down the walls Derek Hale has built up to keep their family out… and, possibly, even find romance with the dorky, energetic boy whose best friend Marina had originally been sent to help.

If they don’t all die first, that is. After everything that keeps happening, Marina isn’t willing to rule out the possibility. ❞

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