#he had a sister you know. such a barely touched on topic (maybe in the NOVELS I RLY NEED TO READ) but like he lost a sister TOO YOU KNOW 😭

[mekatrio]

SETO KOUSUKE INDULGENCE B4 I SLEEP but like it mustve been a great relief for him to finally have control over his powers, cuz like he is a veryyyyy sidelined character bc his character arc mostly occurs in the past and like the story really keeps it swept off to the side but um like its very much canon that he was very, VERY horrifically bullied to the point of DEATH.. and so like that minicomic by sidu where he calls himself a coward for not reading peoples mind to get to know them? insanity. cuz like this is technically a headcanon kinda MAYBE but like there is probably a flinch; that it is so very likely that he hates to read peoples' thought bc of the fear, the possibility that theres thoughts of hatred toward him lurking underneath.. and ohhh the yobanashi deceive lyric.... "a boy who hates lies"..... like hes so sunny and cheery and kind but he contains multitudes ok. OK. OK!!!!!

[inkedinshadows]

Echoes of the Bond

Pairing: Azriel × reader

Summary: part 2 of "A Helping Hand". When mates are reunited, Y/N grows curious about what the mating bond is, causing Azriel's brain to short-circuit.

Warnings: none I guess?

Word count: 3.7k

A Helping Hand (part 1)

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Y/N got out of the tub, wrapping her body in a soft towel.

For the last three weeks, she'd been able to take a bath on her own. Azriel had helped twice after that first time, and even Mor had tried when Azriel wasn't around. But Y/N wasn't comfortable with her there, not as she was with the Shadowsinger. Knowing she couldn't always count on him for something as basic as washing herself, she'd learned – or relearned, actually – how to do it herself. There were still bad days when the first few minutes in the water had her gasping for air, but they were now few and far between. And when they did occur, she usually imagined Azriel's heartbeat beneath her palm, just like the first time, and she'd calm down. She never told him that, though.

Sliding on a dress, she headed out of her room and toward the dining room. She was getting used to living in the House of Wind, almost looking forward to having meals with the Inner Circle. Elain and Nesta were still having a hard time adapting to this new life and refused to leave their rooms, and Y/N would visit them sometimes, but they'd never really been close. Out of the three sisters, Feyre was her friend, and she missed her. Things would be easier if she were back in the Night Court.

When Y/N entered the room, Azriel and Cassian were already there. She offered them a smile as she sat at the table, a plate of her favorite pastries appearing before her as soon as she did. Even after a month in Prythian, she was still trying to wrap her mind around magic. Real magic, right in front of her.

“How are you today?”

Y/N turned to Cassian with a small smile. “I'm feeling better every day.” She glanced at Azriel, who always seemed worried she might be lying about it. “And I haven't had any nightmares in a few days.”

Azriel inclined his head, a barely-there gesture she might have missed if she hadn't grown used to his subtle movements. Ever since he first helped her, she had become keenly aware of his every move.

“That's good,” he replied, his eyes lingering on her for a second longer before he returned his attention to his breakfast.

With Cassian's focus still on her, she picked up one of her pastries as she addressed him again. “And how are your wings?”

“Feeling better every day,” he answered, repeating her words with a mocking smile. He even extended them behind him to demonstrate the truthfulness of his statement. “Biggest wingspan getting back on track, I can tell you that.”

Y/N chuckled. “You have the biggest wingspan?”

“Oh, you bet I do.” Cassian's grin was nothing less than smug. “I could show you exactly how big–”

Azriel's snarl interrupted him. “Watch it, Cassian.”

But Cassian didn't seem particularly bothered. “Why? She asked,” he replied with a shrug. “I was merely offering her a chance to see for her–”

He was cut off by Azriel's low growl. Y/N looked at him, her brow furrowed in confusion at the reaction. She'd never heard such a tone from him before, never seen him so on edge. Glancing from one Illyrian to the other, she realized there might be something she wasn't aware of, or maybe wingspan was just a very sensitive topic for them.

Cassian lifted his hands up in surrender, finally picking up on his brother's rising irritation. “Relax, Az.” He glanced at Y/N, then back at him. “It was just a joke, brother.”

But Azriel still seemed tense, and Y/N reached over to him to place a hand on his arm. “Azriel,” she said gently, “are you alright?”

He’d always been there for her since she’d arrived at the Night Court, and she now wanted to do the same for him, even if she didn’t know what had triggered such a reaction from him.

Those beautiful hazel eyes slid to her hand touching him, then to her face, and he finally relaxed as he gave her a nod. “Yeah… sorry about that,” he murmured, casting an apologetic look in Cassian’s direction, receiving only a dismissive wave of hand in return.

As Y/N pulled back, a few tendrils of Azriel's shadows slithered between her fingers and curled around her wrist. Their master looked at them as if they were disobedient children and Cassian's eyes widened, but she only chuckled.

Shadows lingered in the darkest corners of her room, swirling under furniture or inside cracks as if they were trying to hide. But she knew they were there – she'd first noticed them one day when Azriel had brought her a tray of food, back when hunger was an unknown feeling and she didn't eat. Though neither she nor Azriel ever said anything about it, knowing his shadows were always with her was a comforting thought. But they'd never openly approached her before.

“They seem to like you,” Cassian pointed out, his voice muffled by the food he had just stuffed in his mouth.

Y/N watched the shadows linger around her wrist as a bracelet, a warm feeling sparking in her chest, there and gone as soon as the shadows hurtled back to their master. “I think they’re cute,” she said with a smile, her eyes meeting Azriel’s for a moment before they both looked away. She could have sworn a faint blush crept up his cheeks. It only made her smile grow.

Cassian seemed to notice it too, because he paused mid-bite. His eyes narrowed as he focused first on his brother, then on her, then on Azriel again. And then his jaw almost dropped, his eyes now widened.

Y/N was about to chuckle at the sight, but Azriel was even more serious than usual and just gave Cassian a short nod. She frowned, aware once more that there was some kind of silent conversation going on between the two brothers. But neither of them bothered to enlighten her, and she didn't ask. She was still new to their world, and to their group. They would have told her if it was something they thought she should know, she was sure of it.

They continued to eat their breakfast, though a somewhat tense silence had now settled over them. Azriel kept his eyes on his food while Cassian was miserably failing at hiding his grin as he glanced between the two of them. On her part, Y/N felt like anything she could say would be the wrong thing, so she didn't say anything.

Once they were done eating, she stood up, intent on heading back to her room or maybe stopping at the library Rhys had shown her a few days before. But Cassian called out her name and she stopped in her tracks, turning around in time to notice Azriel's warning look at his brother.

“Would you like to leave the House for a few hours?” Cassian asked her with a smile. “Az and I could show you around Velaris. You said you wanted to see it yesterday.”

“I did,” she confirmed, surprised by the offer.

Azriel was now watching her, more relaxed than a few minutes ago as he waited for her answer. And she didn't even need to think about it.

“I'd really like that, yes.”

“Good!” Cassian almost burst out of his seat and guided her towards the doors that led out onto the balcony, Azriel trailing silently after them. “Then I hope you're not afraid of heights.”

Y/N frowned. “Heights? No, why?”

It was Azriel who answered this time. “The easiest way to reach the city is by flight.” He walked up to her, standing so close that his scent enveloped her, and she had to fight not to close her eyes and breathe it in. “Will you trust me to fly you down?”

She smiled then, soft and warm. “Az, of course I do.” After everything he’d done for her, there was probably nothing she wouldn't trust him with. “You know that.”

A coughing fit drew her attention to Cassian as he tried to suppress a giggle.

“What’s going on with you today?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Oh, nothing,” he snickered. “I'll see you down there.” He extended his wings and with a powerful beat, he shot skyward.

Y/N turned back to Azriel with a raised eyebrow, but he simply shook his head. “Ignore him,” he said, his tone somewhere between amused and annoyed. “He acts like a big child sometimes.”

She chuckled again, but it quickly died when Azriel stepped even closer. He moved slowly, as if he wanted to give her all the time to change her mind and push him away, but she didn't. And then his arms were at her knees and her back, and he effortlessly picked her up and cradled her to his chest.

Her heart skipped a beat and she tried her best not to blush at the proximity, the gentleness he was holding her with. It reminded her of when he'd washed her, every movement careful and studied so as not to startle her. That feeling in her chest came back, but it was more like a gentle tug. Toward what, she didn’t know.

“Are you ready?” His voice was soft, like he didn't want to ruin the moment, but his eyes bore into her and she could only nod, her ability to speak momentarily forgotten.

Next thing she knew, they were airborne. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck for more support when she realized just how high up in the sky they were, the House of Wind growing smaller behind them. She forced herself to peer at the city below them. And she stopped breathing altogether.

If the view from the House of Wind was beautiful, then there were no words to describe it from right above it. Velaris was sprawled below them, shining in the light of the morning sun, the river flowing through it to the sea, and as they slowly descended towards the city, Y/N could make out people in the streets, the sounds of music and laughter filling her ears.

“It's… so beautiful,” she murmured, her awestruck tone bringing a smile on Azriel’s lips.

“You should see it at night,” he replied, flying around until he spotted Cassian waiting for them. “There's a reason why it's called the City of Starlight.”

“Maybe you could take me flying at night, then.”

She didn't know where the words had come from, why she'd suggested it. Azriel definitely had more important things to do than show her a night view of Velaris. Sleep seemed like a good option, for example. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away.

But Azriel landed and gently placed her on her feet again, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment before he pulled away. “Maybe I could.” There was no hint of playfulness in his voice. He really meant it.

Before Y/N could answer, Cassian approached and clapped his brother on the shoulder. “There you are! I was starting to think you two would never come down.”

Azriel shot him a glare and simply gestured for them to start walking down the street. Cassian was still speaking, but she wasn’t listening, too busy taking in their surroundings to focus on anything else. She'd never seen a city before – none were left in the human lands – and Velaris was bustling with life. She marveled at every shop, every little corner, every painted house.

They had reached the end of the street, a bridge over the Sidra now in front of them, when both Cassian and Azriel tensed. Y/N turned to them, mouth already open to ask what was wrong, but a small cry of surprise came out instead as Mor suddenly appeared next to them.

“We have to go,” was all she said, her voice firm. She was wearing black leathers like the Illyrians, as if she was ready for a fight.

The three of them exchanged a glance, Y/N even more confused than before. Azriel simply said, “I'll take her to the townhouse,” and scooped her up in his arms once more. She only had time to see Mor grab Cassian's hand and winnow away before they were soaring through the sky again.

“Az, what's going on?” she finally asked, turning her face to look at him.

His unreadable expression only caused her to be even more nervous, yet Azriel didn't answer until he landed on the doorstep of a house and set her down. “It's Feyre.” Her heart jumped at the words. “She's in the Winter Court. We're getting her back.”

The door opened behind them, and Amren appeared. She lifted a brow at the sight of Y/N, probably not expecting her, but she simply looked at Azriel. “Go. Now.”

The Shadowsinger looked at Y/N one last time, gave them a sharp nod, and shot to the skies.

“Come inside, girl.” Amren stepped aside to let her walk by. “Looks like we've got some waiting to do.”

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Waiting must be some kind of torture.

Apparently, Amren didn't know much about Feyre's situation. She only explained that Rhys had spoken mind-to-mind with all of them, saying his mate had left the Spring Court. Other than that, she had no idea if Feyre was fine or hurt.

But Y/N wasn’t worried just about her friend. She was worried about Azriel too, as if he weren't a centuries-old warrior who could definitely look out for himself. Maybe it was just Amren's presence that set her even more on edge. The short female made her nervous, perhaps due to the power that seemed to thrum from her, or the way she seemed to look at her as if she could see into the depths of her soul.

After an hour that felt more like a century, five figures winnowed into the living room. Y/N flinched, then shot to her feet and ran to Feyre, not caring about the dirt that covered her friend as she held her tight. Feyre stumbled back a step, probably caught off guard, but hugged her back a second later.

“Y/N.” She pulled back, scanning her head to toe. “Are you alright?”

Y/N almost laughed at that. She wasn't the one who'd just needed a rescue party. “If I'm alright? Are you alright?”

Feyre nodded, but her attention quickly shifted. “Yeah, I'm… I'm alright.” Her eyes were searching the room, as if looking for something. Or someone, Y/N guessed.

Letting go of her friend, Y/N realized there was another person with them. A red-haired Fae with a mechanical golden eye. She'd seen him before – that day in Hybern. Now that her recollection of those events was clearer, she remembered him claiming Elain was his mate just as she came out of the Cauldron, right before they'd shoved her in.

Cassian, Azriel and Mor were assessing him, as if deciding what to do with him. But she paid little attention to what was being said, focusing instead on the Shadowsinger, searching for any sign of discomfort or – gods forbid – wounds. She sighed in relief when she found none, unsure of why she'd been so worried in the first place.

The conversation halted, and she whirled to see Rhysand appear in the doorway. Feyre sank to her knees, tears in her eyes, and he was immediately there to hold her. “My love,” he whispered, though they all heard it in the silence. “My mate.”

Once again, Y/N felt a slight tug in her chest, and her gaze was drawn to Azriel. She found him already looking at her, but when their eyes met,  he seemed to shrink into his shadows like he wanted to disappear. She unconsciously rubbed her chest as she averted her gaze.

“Go find somewhere else to be for a while,” Rhys ordered them.

One by one, they filed out the door and onto the street. Azriel declared he was going to fly her back to the House of Wind, the others announcing they’d be waiting in Amren's apartment until given the order to return to the townhouse. And so Y/N found herself in Azriel's arms for the third time in the span of less than two hours.

Despite her increased heart rate, she felt like a bit of a burden, needing to be carried around by him when he obviously had more pressing matters to take care of. Yet she couldn't deny the safety she felt in his arms while they flew toward the mountain and its house.

“Az,” she said after a couple minutes, “that male you brought back with Feyre–”

He looked down at her. “Lucien?”

Y/N nodded. “That day in Hybern, he… he said Elain was his mate.”

Azriel aimed for one of the balconies of the House of Wind. “What about it?”

“Fey and Rhys are mates as well,” she added, her brow furrowed. The High Lord had referred to her friend as such many times over the last few weeks.

The Shadowsinger landed and set her down, looking at her as if urging her to continue, not sure what she was trying to say. But he seemed to be holding his breath.

Maybe she should just let him go back to the others and keep her questions for later. But instead she asked, “What is a mate?”

Azriel tensed. She thought he might not answer, but then he spoke, his tone carrying a hint of reverence. “Mates are… equals, in every way. It's a very rare bond, but it's so deep and powerful that it's cherished and honored above others. Even marriage.”

Y/N rubbed her chest, the spot where she kept feeling that pull. Azriel cocked his head, noting the movement. She should definitely let him go, yet he made no movement to leave, and she found herself blurting out, “Do you have a mate?”

His shadows stilled their constant swirling around him. Maybe it was rude to ask, or it was a sensitive topic for him. Whatever the reason, she shouldn't–

“I do,” he answered, right as she was about to apologize. “I've found her recently.”

Her heart dropped. She didn't know why the idea of him with a mate bothered her, but that damn feeling in her chest grew stronger, and she had to resist the urge to rub it again.

“How is she?”

Why couldn't she keep her mouth shut, why did she have to keep asking questions? Why did she even care if Azriel had a mate or not? She'd just learnt what that meant anyway. At least her voice sounded soft and genuinely curious, not at all clipped – a small consolation.

“She is… kind, and gentle.” He spoke slowly, his words chosen carefully. But then his eyes softened and his shadows began to move again, a few tendrils stretching out towards her. “She's a lot like you, actually.”

All she took from his answer – what she chose to focus on, anyway – was that Azriel saw her as kind and gentle and that she reminded him of someone as important as his mate. Though it still stung a little, if she had to be honest. 

“Well,” she replied, her tone lighter as she took a step back. She smiled up at him. “She's lucky to have you, Az.”

She meant it. If he was even just half as sweet and caring with his mate as he'd been with her that first week after Hybern, then his mate was a really lucky girl. But the thought caused guilt to eat away at her insides. All those times she'd asked him for help – with her baths or to stay with her until she fell asleep – were all moments she'd stolen from him when he could have been with his mate instead. Every time he'd brought her food and checked on her, or even just spent a few hours in comfortable silence as she adjusted to her new life and body.

“I'm sorry,” she murmured, unaware of the flustered expression on Azriel's face after her last comment. “When you helped me, I… I never meant to keep you from her. I hope she doesn't–”

“Don't worry about it,” he cut her off, a small smile now playing on his lips. “I'll always be there to help you when you need it.”

Y/N smiled again, whispering a ‘thank you’, though she was still not entirely convinced. But Azriel extended his beautiful wings, ready to return to his friends.

“You know how to get back to your room from here, yes?” he inquired, glancing behind her at the doors that led inside. When she nodded, he continued, “I'll see you later, then.”

A beat of his wings, and he was gone.

With a sigh, Y/N turned to walk inside, mindlessly brushing that same spot near her heart.

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Azriel used the few minutes of flight to reel in his nerves.

What was he thinking, telling Y/N his mate was a lot like her? The question had caught him off guard, and his brain had stopped working. He couldn't very well tell her they were mates – not there, not like that – but he should have come up with some better answer.

She’s lucky to have you.

The words echoed in his mind. He knew she meant it, like she seemed to mean everything she said. But would she still feel lucky once she learned it was her, that she was the one who had him from the first moment he saw her a month ago?

The only thing he was sure about was that Y/N could feel the bond. He'd seen her rub her chest multiple times, always in the same place, right where he felt their bond in his own chest. She just didn't know what it meant. He couldn't blame her for it, not when she was still new to the faerie world.

Even as he joined the others in Amren's apartment, it was difficult to keep his attention on the conversation, on keeping an eye on Lucien, on what their next step would be. For the first time in decades, he was having troubles focusing, his mind constantly shifting to Y/N.

He couldn't go on like this. He had to tell her. He'd waited because she was still processing everything she'd gone through, but now she was feeling better. And she'd asked about mates. She deserved to know.

Azriel made his decision. Next time they'd be alone, he'd tell her the whole truth. Hoping she'd understand and not push him away.

He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle it.

Taglist: @mrsjna @navyblue-eternity @paintedbyshadows

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Read part 3 here!

[ashdreams2023]

Hiii, could I request a severus snape and little sister reader where she's the opposite of him and so all the students love her until someone insults him one day and she's all snarky and a miniature version of snape and everyone's like ".....maybe they are alike....." while severus looks on like a proud parent??? I love your fics so much!! Thankss!!

The same tree

Severus snape x professor sister reader 

The student body was in shambles the day you were announced as a new staff member, the name snape was enough to send shivers down some students backs.

They barely handled one snape, let alone two!

Everyone expected the worst, 2.0 snape female version then you got to your first class, it wasn’t like anything they had in mind.

Heck you gave house points and they paid attention to the lessons.

"She’s human, oh my god she’s not evil!"

It spread pretty quickly how nice and patient you were, you didn’t show any favoritism towards anyone nor did you encourage any rivalry in your class, as long as they passed it was a win for you.

Your office hours were filled with students coming to you for help, some even asking for help of topics other than what you teach, sometimes asking about stories of your youth but none dared to ask about your brother.

But there were times were kids can get way too comfortable in matters that have no business with them, unfortunately for a certain fourth year Ravenclaw he learned his lesson the hard way.

"I can’t believe that git took points because I added a point to his lesson! It’s fucking ridiculous, he’s a selfish idiot who only wants his way and everyone else is wrong"

"Jesus calm down mate, it’s only ten points you’ll live and he’s like the professor so…"

The Ravenclaw rolled his eyes "I know the book, I read it piece to piece I know my way around this stuff, he’s just one bitter old son of a bitch-"

"Excuse me you little bird" the boy froze as he felt a hand touching his shoulder, he looked up to meet your piercing dark eyes, they had the dangerously familiar feeling to those of their potion master.

"Professor i-"

"No no no…go on, continue what you were about to say so the oh so great Ravenclaw knows everything, because what? Because you read an outdated, basic, dusty ass potion book"

The boy swallowed, your tone was so different, you weren’t smiling and it reminded him of being schooled by severus snape himself.

"Why so quiet? Snake got your tongue?" You smiled proudly at the look of terror on the boy’s face "Let this be a lesson to you little bird, my brother is no idiot and without him little airheads and know it alls would be dead by now, so know your place, am I understood?" You tightened your grip on his shoulder.

"Yes ma’m!"

"And 30 points from Ravenclaw for showing disrespect to faculty staff members"

The boy’s jaw dropped but didn’t dear argue back and sprinted away with his friends, you couldn’t care less that students were watching, they call all spread rumors or whatever.

"Oh my god…she is like him…"

"Shush she’s gonna hear you! At least now we know not to overstep it"

You sighed and left the great hall, you pumped into your brother by the end of the day, he arched an eyebrow at you when you causally sat down and sipped your tea.

"I see you’ve made quite the impression today"

You shrugged "They’re just stupid kids, it was about time they learn anyways"

Severus leaned back on his armchair "You sound awfully familiar to me, I suppose I am rubbing off on you"

"The apples may look different but they all belong to the same tree" you smirked.

"You’re still terrible at potions though" He remarked knowing well how atrocious you were at his best interest.

"Hey! I was defending your honor"

You glared at him and he glared back then after a few seconds of intense looks you two snorted at each other and went back to having your regular sitting for the day.

Thank you for your kind words and glad you do 🥰

[natsumesakasaki666]

Candy house chapter 1

[ Reminiscence. First year of ES’s establishment, mid-April, hallway in yumenosaki academy ]

Sora: HaHa~♪

It’s exactly as Sora thought! The true identity of “S1-NON”, is actually Jime-chan, right?

Hajime: S-shhh~! You’re being too loud, Harukawa-kun!

I want to keep my identity hidden because it’s embarrasing, so can you please try to keep it a secret?

Here, I’ll give you some of my homemade pickled plums in return♪

Sora: Jime-chan, you really do sound like an old countryside grandma sometimes~…?

Hajime: Really~? My little sister often gets angry at me and says the same thing. Harukawa-kun, you’re always so on trend, I really envy you!

As I thought…, maybe I should try changing my hair color to something more flashy or try becoming more fashionable?

Sora: HiHi~♪ You’re desperately trying to change the topic, aren’t you~?

Hajime: W-we’re done talking about “S1-NON”! There’s nothing else about it to talk about!

Natsume: —Good Evening, pardon me for butting iN

FuFU. You two looked like you were in depths of a friendly conversaTION, am I interruptING?

Hajime: Sakasaki-senpai! Oh, not at all! Actually your timing is rather perfect…!

Sora: Shisho~! It’s rare to see you here where all the second year classrooms are~

Is something wrong? Ah, did you accidentally walk to your classroom from last year by mistake?

Natsume: My memory’s not that haZY. Don’t think that I’m like Senpai who’s been aging rapidly ever since he started workING.

AnywAYS, I can’t even barely remember the location of my classroom from last year since I often skipped and never took class seriousLY.

Sora: But Shisho~, won’t you repeat a grade if you don’t attend class properly?

Natsume: I’ll manage to pASS. Anyways it’s not like it’s compulsory educatION, it’s up to you whether or not you want to attEND.

More importantLY, Sora, you received a call from Senpai, corrECT? Im not sure of the specific details but we have to meet up at the office in ES.

Sora, I know you tend to get lost in places you aren’t too familiar wITH, so I was thinking that maybe we could hold hands and go togethER! Won’t it be a big hELP?

Sora: HuHu~♪ More like a life saver~ !

Sora’s good at reading maps since he does it all the time in video games! But when he’s in an unfamiliar place, what’s on the map doesn’t always match up with reality , so it gets confusing~

Hajime: ? Huh, what do you mean by the map doesn’t always match up with reality?

Natsume: I don’t know if you know this but Sora has quite the unique sense of perceptION.

Hajime: Oh right, because of his synesthesia——

Natsume: mhM. Sora’s different from uS, he perceives all his senses such as smell and touch through “visION”.

The air that brushes against his skIN, the smells that reach his nOSE, and sounds that vibrate his ear drUMS—

All these factors combine together to form a “color” which is recognized and understood by his eyES.

And that’s why a familiar place can “look” completely different to this chILD. It all depends on the surrounding environmENT.

Comparing this ever-changing reality with a map that forever displays the same information can be quite confusING.

So even if he does read a map properLY, he can still end up getting lOST— it’s quite strangE, isn’t it?

Like yOU, I don’t have synesthesia either so I’m not sure if what I’m saying is 100% correct but this is the conclusion I came up wITH, or so I thINK.

Natsume: Even though Sora exists in the same world as uS, he’s probably living in an entirely other world that’s unimaginable from oURS.

We all perceive this world through using our five senses and brAIN. This causes each of us to see the world a bit differently from one anoTHER.

And Sora’s world so happens to have a particularly large differeNCE.

It’s like how you often hear how difficult it is for left handed people to live in a world that’s tailored to right-handed people who make up the majorITY.

Continuing with that analoGY, it’s as if Sora had been born with one or two hundred limBS.

And sO, which hand would be used to cut paper with scissORS? Is “that hand” everyone talks about the same one that first comes to mIND?

It’s such a world where even the most trivial things can’t be understOOD…..

In the world Sora’s living iN, he must be going through so many hardships and facing difficulties that are completely unimaginable to uS.

Sora: Yup! But that’s why Shisho~ has taught Sora a lot of things to help him~♪

Natsume: It’s a Master’s job to teach his apprentice various techniques that’ll help make life easiER.

Hajime: By the way… Sakasaki-senpai, why does Harukawa-kun call you “Shisho”? Is it just some sort of nickname?

Natsume: FufU. It’s a small story that will bring you to teARS. I also get quite emotional when telling iT.

But instead of thAT, I overheard something interesting earliER— caRE to tell me who this “S1-NON” iS?♪

Hajime: Gyah!? Y-you heard us!? Geez~, it’s all because Harukawa-kun was speaking way too loud!

Sora: HeHe~♪ sorry ‘bout that! Sora has trouble controlling small things like that!

Natsume: Fufu. Isn’t “S1-NON” that dazzling virtual idol that’s been a hot topic on the internet lately?

Hajime: Y-you know about that!? T-then that means there isn’t anything for me to explain to you!

Natsume: The identity of the currently famed “S1-NON” is you Hajime-kun, am I corrECT?

Come to think of iT, it sounds a lot like that nickname Baru-kun calls yOU— It’s very similar to “Shinonon”

Hajime: uuwaaaah…… P-please keep it a secret! I beg of you, I’ll do anything!

I was set up by Idea-sama and Bishoujo senpai!

I’m indebted to them so right after ES was established, I went to go greet them.

Then all of a sudden… m-motion capture? equipment was being attached to me—

I had no clue what was going on but I sang, danced, and spoke as instructed.

And before I knew it, my voice and actions were being converted onto a girl character and then posted onto the internet—

Natsume: There’s a wide range of comments spreading onlinE, “Is she the successor of the legendary virtual idol Kirarai Dearu!?”

“Who’s behind the mysterious beauty known as “S1-NON”!?”, it’s been all the rage lateLY ♪

Sora: Virtual idol?

Natsume: There isn’t an official label for it yet but it’s become a well-established concept on the interNET. Kirarai Dearu hasn’t strayed from not appearing outside their virtual persona so isn’t it a fitting tiTLE?

Hajime: I don’t really get all this vir-virtual stuff, but I hope it doesn’t cause any strange uproar~

I think this is all just something Idea-sama decided to do on a whim, so it’s probably just some joke.

Natsume: FufU. In the near futURE, I have a feeling that the presence of virtual idols will continue to grow more and mORE— It’d be beneficiary to grow proactive in that directION.

I’m being serious when I say thIS. A future in which people call “living” idols outdaTED, isn’t so far off as we may think it iS.

Hajime: But “S1-NON” is someone who’s completely different from who I really am! Please forget about all this!

*sigh* Many people seem to be getting worked up over everything but to be honest, I really don’t get it.

Rather, it’s more like I feel that things happening on the internet are taking priority over real life events.

Maybe it’s because I’m more old-fashioned but… how should I say this?—— There’s this vague sense of uneasiness I feel about all this.

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[trulybetty]

dec' x 25 x family

Prompt: family Pairing: tim x reader Word Count: 1,245 Warnings: family christmas dinners, interfering family, talk about children, one cute baby and Tim making my ovaries explode, just fluff. Summary: Your second annual Christmas dinner with the Rockfords. AO3: Linked

x. masterlist

“Wait! Nell, where are you going?”

Tim’s sister brushed him off, already across the room as she gave him reassurance, “You’ll be fine Tim, I’ll be right back!”

Before Tim could protest any further his sister was gone and out of the room and he swore she didn’t even look back. Sighing he looked down at his tiny niece, Emma. Barely three months old, her matching deep brown eyes to his looking back at him as she sucked away at her pacifier.

You stood at the threshold of the living room, a smile tugging at your lips. It was your second christmas with the Rockford family. Last year had been about you getting acquainted with his family after the two of you had been dating for a good year and a half. This year was a little different, you were now officially a member of the family as decreed by Tim’s father, and to top things off, the arrival of the newest member of the family, baby Emma. 

As usual, Tim’s parents' house was decked out in festive decor, including the tree twinkling in the corner with an obscene amount of presents piled beneath it. The air was thick with the smell of not one but two turkeys still being cooked. A testament to the number of family members that filled the house.

Tim shot you a look that was part exasperation and half a plea for help.

“Uncle Tim’s got the magic touch, huh?” you teased.

“She won’t settle for anyone else,” he said, his voice a mix of both resignation and pride. “Nell is convinced I’m a baby whisperer.”

You moved closer, smiling down at the tiny baby and reaching out gently to adjust the little cap that adorned her head, “Maybe you are.”

“You’re not too overwhelmed, are you?” Tim asked, concern flickering in his eyes. “I know my family can be a lot to handle.”

“Are you kidding?” you responded with a chuckle. “This is great, your family is a hoot.”

“You say this now.”

“Tim, if I didn’t go running when your Uncle Tom cornered me last year with his long-winded conspiracy theories, I think I can handle anything your family throws at me.”

Tim relaxed a little and you moved even closer, your arm brushing against his. He leaned into you, the two of you watching Emma sleep. 

“Do you ever think about changing your mind? About kids, I mean,” he asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

You took a sip of your wine giving him a side glance, “Nope, I’m still good.”

“You sure?” he asked, a playful eyebrow cocked as if this hadn’t been a topic of discussion the two of you hadn’t already agreed on multiple times.

Looking down at Tim’s niece you felt your heart flutter in warmth at the sight of the child who you had already been referred to multiple times as aunt to, but it stirred no maternal need for one of your own.

“I’m good,” you smiled, “she is lovely though.”

Tim's gaze softened as he looked down at his niece. “Yeah, she is,” he admitted. 

Tim’s parents, true to their traditional roots, had always spoken fondly of grandkids if either of their children chose to have them. The arrival of Tim’s niece had been a highlight of their year, and the joy was palpable in the household across the extended family. 

“Cagney, dear,” Tim’s aunt Shirley called out from the dining room, his family had quickly adopted his nickname for you much to your amusement. “When will we see you with one of these?”

You glanced at Tim, who was already preparing his ‘let’s not start this conversation’ face. You squeezed his shoulder reassuringly and before you could open your mouth, Tim’s mother, Maggie, walked in from the kitchen.

“Shirley,” she chided, “leave them be, not everyone needs to have kids,” she ushered her sister to follow her back to the kitchen, “anyway, aren’t your kids taking care of it enough for the rest of us? What is it now, six grandkids? I’ve lost count.”

“Seven,” Shirley exclaimed, “and number eight on the way!”

Maggie rolled her eyes behind her sister's back at you and Tim, both of you staving off a laugh as she led her sister out of the room, the two of them bickering as they went.

Around you, the house was filled with the sounds of a close family Christmas. The chatter of distant relatives in the dining room discussing the latest football scores, the clink of cutlery as the table was being set, and above it all, the faint strains of holiday music playing in the background.

You looked around at the photographs on the mantelpiece, snapshots of Tim's life before you. There was one of him in his police academy uniform, young and perhaps a bit naive about what the future held for him.

Tim’s previous marriage was a topic rarely broached. It was a closed and sealed chapter. He had been fresh and naive out of the police academy he’d told you, late one night as the two of you laid in the quiet of what had once been his home, now your home too. The marriage had dissolved as quickly as it had begun—his workload was too much, and they wanted different things, soon realizing they both had incompatible dreams for their future. It wasn't the right match no matter how hard he tried to make it work. 

But with you, it was different. You complemented each other, your strengths and weaknesses meshing in a way that felt effortless. A silent understanding of each other's needs, and a mutual respect for the lives you'd chosen to lead. 

You turned back to Tim, only to find him watching you, his gaze lingering on your face with an affection that didn’t need words. The baby, who decided the only place to settle now was laid across Tim’s forearm, her head in the palm of his large hand tucked against his chest, had dozed off. Her little chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath.

Before anything could be said, shouts from the dining room confirmed that the food was ready.

As dinner was being served, it became clear that Tim's niece was not going to allow herself to be put down, or taken from her uncle's arms. Nell, already overwhelmed and upset that her husband was at work—a paramedic and couldn't get out of the holiday shift—had looked like she was on the verge of tears.

“Go eat,” Tim told her gently, a softness in his eyes that you knew he reserved for the few he cared deeply about. “I've got her. We'll be fine.”

His sister gave him a grateful smile before taking a seat at the table. Tim adjusted the baby in his arms, as you pulled out your chair next to him with your foot, a plate of food in each hand for the both of you.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of food, laughter, and the occasional group ‘aw’ when Emma would stretch and yawn. Insisting Tim sit and enjoy the company of his family, knowing how much he missed it with his work scheduled, you helped where you could, bringing dishes from the table, pouring wine, washing dishes and sharing in the toasts. 

Then every so often you’d catch Tim’s eye from across the room, him giving you a wink, a private moment amidst the chaos.

[nikethestatue]

So one thing that is important and never brought up enough is when you just focus on Sarah as a writer and human is that in all of her books, she has NEVER rewritten a losing virginity scene

NEVER

I can’t remember if she explicitly stated somewhere that she won’t, but after 10 years of reading her books that is something she’s never done, which as a romance writer HAS to be intentional. She’s written people fucking in the sky while flying, but the few times someone is losing their virginity it’s always been a fade to black or brief mentions of it but not the actual full scene.

The closest we get is “-and gave him everything she had.” Which was her first published sex scene, and “so Lorcan did.” Both in ToG. Justice for Elorcan😔🙏🏻

I 100% people should respect that authors can have boundaries too, like that can be a heavy topic for people! Especially for women who often have their literal worth tied to their virginity. EVEN IN HER BOOKS Mor and Lysandra 1. suffer consequences for losing it on her own terms or 2. have hers be auctioned off AT 17🤢

She’s a sex positive author, and yes this post sounds like I’m basing a characters worth on if they’ve had sex so I’m sorry I swear that’s not what I’m doing BUT THEY’RE CHARACTERS. SHE MADE UP. Not that being a virgin is a bad thing because it’s not. She just has a pattern for smut and even if we exclude the no virginity scenes I’m so sorry to the other ship BUUUUT having one of the 3 men who are in positions of power and have basically unlimited access to characters who’ve been SA’d, do people really think Sarah would make THAT a foundation of an entire ROMANCE BOOK AS IF THAT’S NOT A COMPLETE ABUSE OF POWER? If Rhys or any member of the inner circle, ESPECIALLY MOR(!) don’t kill Az if he did that, I’m sure his MOTHER or the other priestesses would. Could you imagine being a priestess and finding out your trainer and one of the few men you have contact with is trying to get his dick wet with one of your sisters? How violating that would be, no matter how professional he’d behave like Cassian during training? Thought Cassian and Nesta are a completely different circumstance, even if g and az were mates. They’d lose all of the Valkyrie’s and any sense of safety with the night court.

And to those doubting Elain getting a book, why would Sarah throw in that Elain lost her virginity off page? Entirely pointless, ESPECIALLY for a character viewed as a prude UNLESS she is laying the ground work for her future main character in a series where people fuck. A LOT. That’s literally Sarah’s pattern as a writer, hence one of the reasons we saw Nesta use sex as a coping mechanism and why Cassian didn’t take her v card, which I think started in frost and starlight off page BEFORE Nesta’s book.

Plus homie can’t even stand to visit Illyria bc of how they treat women, how people think Az would go after someone under his care who he literally rescued is genuinely terrifying???

Or that she’d force a Elain to be with a man who makes her uncomfortable no matter how likeable he is because someone/something/a-big-ass-pot decided for her at literally the worst moment in her life? Choice is so important to her as a writer

And again no one’s worth is based on their sexual history, whether it’s consensual or not because only you define yourself, which is one of the main messages she’s always had. And while these are characters are on a page, to whoever reads this you are a real person and your story is worth telling. (I know this is a sensitive topic and I’m trying so hard not to offend anyone and you don’t have to post it I am just so confused. Like yes people who’ve experienced such things like myself can and do still have sex, but if she -the writer- BARELY touches on Rhys’s assault during sex with Feyre, not even his own pov, or Nesta with Tomas or even Lidia, WHY would she go from zero to 10000 and write g’s sex scene who is a virgin.)

Who knows, maybe one day she’d write her story, but I’m sorry to say not starting out without her having sex before it starts.

The funny thing is that she said exactly that--she doesnt write virginity scenes because she doesn't like the power imbalance.

Especially since she tends to have these massive age gaps. But then she always gives actual magical power to the women to balance the age thing out.

I don't know why people don't understand how bad it would look. Especially given Azriel's mother's history, where she had no autonomy, and was made to be a virtual slave to the lord. No one is saying that that's Azriel obviously, but it would be a terrible breach of trust and could only be viewed as predatory. What I don't understand is that the same people screech that Rhys assaulted Feyre UTM (I categorically do not think that he did, but that's beside the point) but at the same time they feel that a Gwynriel relationship would be appropriate. Oh, well what if they are mates! Mate bonds aren't a ticket to do whatever the hell one wants, under any circumstances.

Azriel getting it on with a priestess from the Library is just not appropriate under any conditions. Especially with one who needs to ask Clotho for permission to go to a sleepover with Nesta and Emerie in the same building she lives in.

[jemdeserveslove]

I read the ACOTAR trilogy years ago and liked it, but I was never interested in reading any of the next books. I remember that Lucien and Elain were supposed to be mates but she didn't want to talk to him(?) and it was left unresolved at the end of ACOWAR. After that I only know bits and pieces I came across online, and I often saw people saying Elain should end up with Azriel instead. So I'm here to ask: what's going on, what happened since then? What is her relationship with both men at this point? Is there a love triangle? Who is she more likely gonna end up with? Can you please tell me the tea? 👀

Omg this is like a big question that requires a big answer, so bare with me ✨

First things first, I wanna start by saying that I’m completely biased at this point, since I want Elain and Lucien to be together. I will present the facts and how I see them. I did this post ages ago discussing every ship! There are more details

So, since the end of Wings and Ruin, Elain and Lucien’s relationship hasn’t really improved. She still avoids him whenever he’s around and, as far as we know, he only shows up in Velaris when he needs to report something to Rhys and Feyre (since he works for them as emissary) or on Winter’s Solstice. He always gets her a gift and she ignores him, as usual.

Now, as for Elain and Azriel, we know due to Azriel’s bonus chapter that they spent a little time together, usually in the garden, with Elain going over her garden plans and stuff.

Idk if you read his chapter or not, I guess you must have seen it around, but if you want to get more context to this, I recommend reading it even if didn’t read the book. You can still understand lots of it.

But basically what happened is this:

It’s after the Winter Solstice party and Azriel and Elain meet after everyone left to their own rooms. In the chapter, we get Azriel’s pov so we get to learn a bit more about his state of mind and how unwell he is (and has been for a while). When they meet, Azriel intercepts Elain as she’s going downstairs to put a gift in his gift pile, so she hands him his gift. He then also gives her a gift, that he didn’t give earlier as well, a rose shaped necklace

They have a bit of a moment, with Azriel thinking about how they always had slight touch of hands and shared glances (not really conversations), but nothing else happened beyond that. Azriel thinks about how he has the hots for her and also how bothered he is about Elain and Lucien’s mating bond

Then, they almost kiss, BUT they are interrupted by Rhys, when he has a mental conversation with Azriel, who then tells Elain this was a mistake and she apologizes, and as far as we know, they haven’t talk since

NOW, Rhys basically tells Az to stay away from Elain, because she has a mate and if he saw them kissing (Lucien was just upstairs) he would have, like, the right to be really pissed off and call on Azriel the blood duel (traditional of the Autumn Court) and then fight to the death for Elain. Like, Lucien would never do that, but anyway

Azriel tries to reason with Rhys by saying that Elain is not interested in Lucien and that maybe the cauldron was wrong and that they were not supposed to be mates, which leaves Rhys all “what the actual fuck????”. To which Azriel responds by saying that there are 3 sisters and 3 brothers, so how come were 2 sisters given to 2 of those brothers (Rhys and Cassian) but the third one wasn’t???? Rhys gets all 😡 and tell Azriel that he should go to a pleasure house and leave Elain alone, to not jeopardize their relationship with Lucien, cause he’s a really important ally for them, as he has ties with many courts + the human realm

Az gets really mad about the whole thing, we know he always wanted a mate, so this whole thing is a sensitive topic for him. He then meets Gwyn, a new character to the series, he trains her on combat with Cassian, and she was overall a really important character in ACOSF. They have a moment, filled with playful banter and even a couple of revelations (we learned from their conversation that Az sings) and when he leaves her he was much more cool minded

As the chapter goes, we learn that Elain returned the rose shaped necklace, putting it back in his gift pile, without even talking to him. He then gets the necklace and anonymously gives it to Gwyn, thinking about how her eyes will shine upon seeing it, calling it “a thing of secret, lovely beauty”

NOW, everyone is entitled to their opinions, and even if I don’t agree, I see why people would ship Elain and Azriel considering some other moments they had during the other books. I for one think that the bonus chapter was a way of Sarah to put an end to them. I think his interaction with Gwyn was much more interesting and had that sjm couple banter thing, that she always writes, and honestly it just seemed healthier (considering how Az’s pov goes)

But even if we forget about Gwyn for a moment, during Silver Flames there were a couple of moments when Az just pretty much dismissed Elain, when she wanted to do finally do something and help everyone. Saying how Elain should not be exposed to such darkness and all. Which could be cute, like, “awnn he wants to protect her”, but he did it behind her back and she was really just trying to help and do more. And that didn’t sit right with me

As for Elain and Lucien, I’m not gonna lie, it’s looking very good for them lol. But, I think they will overcome their issues, cause they don’t have anything against each other. They don’t even know each other. Their issue is not personal, And I think that eventually they will know each other and things will work out just fine

So, answering your question, Idk who’s gonna end up with who. I have my personal beliefs and some people have completely different ideas. Not really sure who to blame for this, maybe we should blame Sarah for being a little ambiguous or ourselves for being maybe a bit too emotional about it 🤡

But I’ll tell you this: acotar 5 is next, so we’re gonna find out soon enough ✨

[tiredassmage]

Going through Discord notes makes me overly curious again, so sorry, not sorry. Risha and Corso's reaction to learning the truth about Leo's background

and/or

if they ever see Leo with/they meet Liv

He's been back on my mind lately, so I'm finally gonna take a stab at this! Leo has a kinda... relatively interesting dynamic with the rest of his crew to me, and the emphasis is on 'relatively' because I'm getting that by looking at his experiences versus a good many of the other SWTOR ocs I have. And that's... kinda that Leo still, after everything they go through, wouldn't jump to call any of them particularly close, and it still surprises him that Corso so casually and freely calls them "friends."

Before I get off-topic on a ramble I can feel on the tip of my tongue, I think Risha's the least surprised of the two of them because I think Risha had suspicions of something being a little wonky about this barely-together spacer from the start. Not specifically that he was an Imperial defector, mind, but something or a series of somethings probably had to happen to make Leo the way he is, in her mind, and she's often quite perceptive with people. Risha's business is knowing how to make other people work for her business - which probably makes her a bit of a stronger leader in the crew as far as the ability to make snap decisions with a stiff lip and stand by them than Leo, but it's convenient for all of them to mostly go along with Leo being the captain. Most of the time.

I think the biggest snort and surprise for Risha would be that he was a soldier. Because he sure as hell doesn't act like one. But I think the puzzle pieces just sort of fit to her when she has them all assembled. Liv being his sister is an understandable reason for Leo to be in contact with her. Leo's fondness for her speaks of his opinion of her and her ideals and personality, and thus circles back into an explanation for why he protects her - or tries to, in what ways a somewhat haphazard smuggler might be able to. Risha probably ribs him about acting nothing like a soldier and having a problem with authority and she can't possibly imagine where it comes from, more than anything else. (A sentiment dripping with ribbing sarcasm, because she has plenty a good idea on where it came from.) She doesn't necessarily like Leo not telling her about these things sooner, but then she did run him across the galaxy and back several times with very little explanation before her own father that she didn't mention was her father earlier tried to shoot him for flying into the event horizon of a black hole on his request to retrieve treasure.

So, y'know. Details. That just makes Risha a more effective blackmailer than Leo when she needs him to actually do something.

Corso, on the other hand, I think is a bit more torn than he knows what to do with at times with Leo. Specifically in regards to Leo and Liv's relationship, Corso I think values family so strongly that... while he might not be initially fond of the idea that Liv's been working for Imperial Intelligence, Leo still sees her as his sister. And he'd do a lot for her - something that's evident, even if Leo tries to blow him off. Frankly, I think Corso would be even more upset with him if Leo didn't return Liv's evident worry for his well-being.

It might be a bit of a reality check for him as to why Leo tries to avoid getting too particular about picking sides in the war - and I think that's a bit sobering. Leo and him occasionally touch each other off by the edge of wires, if you will, because Corso's got a pretty clear and unwavering moral compass that Leo doesn't always seem to clearly follow and I think... Leo worries a little that Corso sees a better person in him than exists in reality. But at the end of the day, I think what matters to Corso is that he sees Leo's loyal to the very small handful of people he does care about.

And no, Leo's efforts aren't exactly perfect... Maybe they are more often far from it, but, in the end... What he's doing - and trying to do - is, genuinely, for the good of the few people in that handful. And that's something I think Corso can respect, despite the places where Leo is gruffer and gets his knees and knuckles scuffed trying to wrangle a manageable life out of the maws of the metaphorical krayt dragon. Leo isn't really built to be fighting those, but damn if he doesn't try when it comes knocking. (Or... okay, sometimes trying to fight the metaphorical krayt dragon involves a 'tactical retreat' of 'running away,' but. Leo usually comes 'round. And Corso thinks he deserves some credit for that, too.)

The short of it all for them both then I guess is that it... makes the kinda chaotic entity that is Leo and his life make a bit more sense, really. For Risha, that's more a strictly logical puzzle with pieces falling where they should to give her a better idea of the full picture, whereas for Corso it's a bit more emotionally fueled - something like proof that Leo ain't as bad as he tries to say he is, sometimes. And in the end, they've stuck together this long. That counts for something. Even if Leo doesn't really always know what that 'something' is.

[sophieswundergarten]

Okay okay okay

So

More thoughts on Reynie being a child of Aphrodite

One day, maybe a week after he's been claimed, Reynie is walking in the woods. He's trying to avoid the other campers, skirting the line between "So far that he's going to attract monsters" and "Far enough that no one will find him"

It's not that he doesn't like the other campers, it's just that, even after Kate and Constance (And probably Martina too) threatened half of camp into submission, nothing changes

The other kids, especially his cabin mates, keep touching him. Leaning on him (But not like Constance, soft and subtle, haft-reluctant affection), tapping at his shoulders (But not like Sticky, gentle and timid, but with a growing trust), and pulling him everywhere (Which, while it did not hurt as much as Kate's grasp, was still burningly unfamiliar)

And it's so uncomfortable. He feels like he can barely breathe, like he's crawling out of his skin to get away from soft hands and long nails and heady perfume. And no one listens when he asks for space, no one notices when he stiffens or shrinks back or stumbles at the unexpected arm around his waist; the hand on his wrist; the invasive closeness when someone leans so hard against you that all you can see is their teeth and their eyes and you wonder if this not unlike how a small rabbit may feel in the presence of a hungry predator

So, he's in the woods

And as he's walking, a woman appears out of the trees, and he knows instantly that it's her

And he freezes

Because he doesn't... hate her (Not that Reynie Muldoon could hate anyone) But, he doesn't know her. He's never met her before, never seen her apart from paintings, let alone in a capacity where he knew her to be his mother

And he just wants to know why. Why she left, why she didn't even care. How could she just... forget him? Was he really so terrible, that his own mother wouldn't even bother to find him? It was one thing if she knew that he had a mortal parent to protect him, but after he'd been placed in the orphanage?

She didn't care even then? When the monster attacks got worse and Miss Perumal had to fight to keep him there, to keep him safe, to keep him off the streets?

What had he done so wrong, even as a baby?

And of course, she fawns over him and pats his cheeks and runs her hands all over him with an unearned familiarity and coos and asks why on Earth he hasn't been staying in her cabin? Especially now that he knows he has siblings and a home now?

He responds politely, unsure how to handle this. She continues and seems disgusted that he'd rather stay with the Apollo or Ares or let alone Athena campers (She doesn't know about Constance yet), and that's almost enough for Reynie to stand up in defense of his friends, when she suddenly switches topics.

She continues scrutinizing his appearance, commenting on his clothes and his hair and his stance. Doesn't he know he's a son of Aphrodite? He should strut with the confidence of a dozen fashion models (And doesn't that make Reynie cringe. Strut? Not on his life, no thank you) Why isn't he wearing better clothes? It may have been alright when he was living in that dirty mortal building, but now, now that he's been claimed and he has his brothers and sisters to provide him with clothing, why is he still in sweater vests and khakis? Did they not have things up to his style? She could find outfits for him if he'd rather, it's been so long since she got to play dress-up with one of her children—

And with each word Reynie gets smaller and smaller. He knew that this was wrong somehow, had hoped it was a mistake, but this was worse. He was the mistake

Aphrodite prattles on. He looks so average and boring, but doesn't he know? Isn't he aware? If he just changed his clothes and wore some makeup and walked as if he owned everything, which he basically did, because even she had heard whispers of his charm-speak, the world would fall at his feet. He may be basic and nondescript, but no one need notice. With all the glitter and fancy jewelry and maybe a girl on his arm and definitely with his words, no one would ever look at his face.

No one would ever know that part of him

He'd be untouchable; stunning for some unknown and unattainable reason. And they could get people to help him with his sense of style and everything, what he really needed to do was come with her for a bit and they could see what his voice could do. She wouldn't be surprised if it had an effect even on an Olympian, with how powerful it was among half-bloods.

And it's at this moment, as Reynie is stuttering to speak, trying to find some way out of the maze of her gossipy chatter and make himself heard (Not that it would work. Not that it had worked all week. Maybe this was his life now, the strongest words in the world sealed behind his lips so he didn't hurt anyone as he was pushed and dragged from place to place where he didn't want to be)

It is right then that Kate appears, Martina at her side and Sticky and Constance right behind them.

The older girls had come straight from combat practice, still in their armor, as soon as Sticky and Constance had told them that they couldn't find Reynie

Kate challenges the goddess, pointing a sword at her even as the boys look at her with twin looks of terror. Aphrodite laughs, wondering aloud what such a strange and out of place group of campers could want with her son.

Constance pushes in front, swallowtail wings flared wide, stating that Reynie doesn't belong to anyone, let alone her. The two regard each other, silent and full of vitriol. Aphrodite hisses that Constance has nothing to do with this, and she should stay out of it.

The little girl points out that this has everything to do with her, especially as Aphrodite has yet to release her grip on Reynie's shoulders. Constance takes a risk, daring the goddess if she wants to deal with Psyche, and that proves to be too much of a bother for her.

Aphrodite fists a hand in Reynie's shirt before smoothing it out again, promising she'll be back. And then she disappears in a haze of pink mist, a thick cloud of expensive Olympian perfume.

And then Reynie is surrounded, hugs and reassuring pats on the back and careful fingers lacing through his own, and for the first time in ages it doesn't hurt. It isn't burning or cold or shocking. It is unexpected, yes, but not uninvited. He trusts these people.

And whatever his mother has to say about things, well, that doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that his friends came for him, his friends listened and helped him, and he didn't even have to ask. They just knew, without him saying a word

[the-sprog]

We've all heard true crime podcasts talking about Jason Todd's murder (and/or where the second Robin has gone), but what about the Batson's death?

Two renowned archeologists die at a dig site in Egypt , one from where years after Black Adam emerges, under mysterious circumstances. Their daughter, Mary, who had followed them there, mysteriously disappears (whereas the Batson's bodies are found, hers isn't).

The only other known connections to the three are Mary's twin, William, and Ebenizer, the uncle the kid was staying with.

But low and behold, not even a year later, kid's in the system and then disappears. Some people claim they see him sometimes in the streets of Fawcett, some say his uncle killed him to get the money that William was supposed to heredit.

(Of course, the citizens of Fawcett who actually care, those that actually know the kid, won't let him get hunted down by money hungry reporters and insensitive young adults who won't think twice about asking a child about his dead family)

Ebenizer dies not many years after that. And like that, there are no connections to their deaths. No explanation to where the twins are.

And then

Then Captain Marvel appears (along with Black Adam) 4 years after the incident.

The true crime community immediately latches onto him, convinced he's the real CC Batson, who miraculously survived whatever attack killed his wife and gained powers from it.

It doesn't help that when questioned about the site and the origin of his powers, their connection to Balck Adam the Captain becomes squimish and avoidant.

Some are convinced Black Adam was the one to murder the Batsons and that Captain is CC's ghost in search or revenge.

The people in the archeologist community don't even ask. They can't bare to treat this superhero like the friend that once knew and have been mourning for years, only for it to get snatched away when the Captain doesn't recognize them.

So imagine when, 2 years pass, Marvel has joined the Justice League, has been making progress in finding his sister, there are more members of his family now. And people haven't really given up on it, but no one really had the balls to outright ask him.

That's when Batman brings the new Robin to the Watchtower for the first time. The whole squad had heard of the new Robin, but no one had ever commented on him. Well, maybe the other two members of the Big Three had something to say, but the rest of the League didn't have a death wish, so they refrained from touching such a delicate topic.

The third Robin was smart, calculating, and so like Batman himself that the others can't help but miss the second Robin's childlike exuberance. Heck, even the mischievous and angsty first Robin would've made them more comfortable.

The kid mostly kept to himself, but no one could ignore the way his eyes were staring holes in Captain Marvel. Something that made everyone queesy. Batman included.

Sure, the Captain had always been an incognita, something the Bat never quite managed to crack. He'd heard the rumors, but had never managed to confirm them. More things pointed towards an unfortunate uncanny resemblance and some very awkward coincidences than a true and proper resurrection of any sort.

The way the Captain talked about his powers, how they worked, the very history of the Champions of Magic... If you added CC Batson to the equation none of it added up.

But Robin's stare was knowing.

And that scared everyone in the room.

"So the rumors where true then, Mr. CC?" It's a surprise to only Billy when Robin calls him by that name.

"Robin-" Batman started to admonish, only to be interrupted by the Captain.

"Where did you heard that name?" It was the most intimidating they'd ever seen him.

"It's aaaallll over the internet. Everyone thinks you're Mr. CC Batson, but I know you are."

The Captain's face was calculating, brows furrowed, looking at every inch of the child's masked face as if it held every answer to all the questions in the universe.

He let out a sigh. "CC Batson died 6 years ago in Egypt, Robin. There's no... Weird conspiracy about it."

"But-"

"Robin! Enough. Stop trying to force people into telling you their secret identity."

Robin turned towards Batman defiantly. "You're acting like you don't already know!"

"I don't."

Robin sputtered. "I-b-w-whAT!?"

The rest of the League stared in shock. Sure, most of them had also heard the rumors about the fallow hero, but none had wanted to confront him directly about it. If it was true, it surely seemed like a hell of a sore subject.

To have it all layed out by a child, so sure of himself, and to see the Captain's reaction, so cold and guarded, it only reinforced their belief that was a conversation that had to stay far away from.

Unless the Captain wanted to talk about it himself.

But they sincerely doubt it.

(That's why it's such a shock to them when, about 6 years after that conversation, the Captain shouts a word, leaving behind a small child who introduces himself as Billy Batson)

[blubushie]

JESUS, your dad got his head stuck between two boards? That must've been traumatizing, god, I can't imagine going through something like that! I get you're lenient with your blog but that needed a trigger warning or something! Give your father my deepest condolences... everything else is fine, though, I guess.

[Animal Fact Anon holy shit your dad is so cool, talk about a reputation like hello??? The fucking zebra shark?? 2x malaria?? Broken ribs and a collapsed lung???? Maybe 'cool' isn't the right word but ?!?!!]

Yeah he's a bit of a mad cunt and I'm cut from the same cloth. (Also he's glad you think he's cool—"At least someone does!")

Every bloke in the family is a little... off, really?

You've got:

• Me (I don't need to explain)

• Dad (don't need to explain)

• My younger brother who branded himself with the family cattle brand. I witnessed this when I was 12 because my brother is insane and decided his little brother with a medical special interest should witness and doctor his severe burn. He also lives in Texas. The branding thing has stuck with me enough that when I was a stockman and cattle were being branded I had to stay back because I couldn't watch it without getting queasy. Not cuz I felt bad or anything it's just that the smell of burnt hair and flesh brought back memories.

• My eldest brother who dances to Billie Jean at literally every fucking wedding he's been to for the past 30 years. Also he doesn't like me. His wife REALLY doesn't like me (she thinks I'm dangerous cuz I've taken the kids shooting). He just doesn't like me cuz our dad dumped his mum for mine and had me though, so I'm the kid who had it all (ignoring how the divorce left Dad in poverty so I also grew up in poverty WOOP)

• My maternal uncle who's an ARA antivax hippie vegan and hates me. Also he's gotten COVID more times than I can count so I avoid him like the literal plague. He gives me creepy vibes.

• My paternal uncle who, as a teenager, let his dog loose so it'd attack my aunt's dog just for an excuse to talk to her. Her dog damn near killed his dog. Then they started dating. His dog got a steak for being such a devoted wingman. This uncle also REALLY fucking hates lettuce and none of us know why but he will have an absoute meltdown if it touches food on his plate. No one, not even my aunt, has gotten an answer as to what the fuck's up with the lettuce thing.

• My youngest maternal cousin who was an alcoholic surfie who died of diabetes before he reached 25. He was convinced he'd die before he reached 25 but he literally drank and ate himself into an early grave knowing he couldn't be doing that shit with his diabetes. I have one memory of him showing me how to catch minnows with my bare hands, and I still use that trick for catching bait fish.

• My oldest maternal cousin who's a deadbeat dad and I hate him because he doesn't do right by his son or daughter. He's all they've got since their mum is institutionalised for mental issues. My aunt and uncle raise his kids while he lies on the couch smoking hooch all day (I really do NOT like him).

• My maternal second cousin who's nonverbal autistic, but both his deadbeat stoner dad and hippie antivax grandad refuse to get him tested. This boy suffers in school and my heart breaks for him. I had no idea what this kid looked like from 3-5 because he always wore an Iron Man mask all day every day, and he stopped speaking entirely around 6. He's now completely nonverbal and despite being about 13 years old he has the functionality of 6 year old. Last I saw him, he still tries to conversate with me when he sees me though, and he'll sit down and pet Misty and he knows I like talking so he'll pick from a few topics I write down for him and have me talk about them. He understands speech just fine, he just doesn't talk himself. And also really really really hates seatbelts so I knit him a seatbelt cover and now he uses them (turns out he just didn't like the raw edge of the belt). His little sister has some behavioural issues but she's genuinely a sweetheart and seems to be the only person who always knows what he's thinking, so she acts a mediator for him a lot.

• My paternal cousin everyone is convinced is either gay or autistic or a trans woman or all of the above. Him and I get on fine so I'm also on the bandwagon of That Boy Ain't Right cuz there's something in him I recognise, I just don't know what. Don't reckon he's a woman or gay though, and if there's anybody he'd come out to it's me cuz the family is conservative but he knows damn well I won't judge. I'm pretty sure he's just on the spectrum.

• My paternal nephew who's the only bloke what came out normal. He's going to uni in a few years and GOD do I hope he comes back normal. He's spoilt but he's a good kid.

[stephaniebrownslover]

Creepypasta Whumptober 2023!!!

Day 1;

Given topic: "But now this room is spinning while I'm trying just to fill in all the gaps"

Characters: Ticci Toby, Clockwork

Note: In this story, Toby and Natalie have never been lovers, at least not yet. Just very close friends.

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Toby tried to send more oxygen to his body by taking deep breaths.

But damn it, it wasn't working!

He still couldn't breathe like a stupid crying child!

He could feel himself suffocating, and the things that were suffocating him were not just physical.

He could feel his sister's ghost's hands on his throat, colder than the loneliness of death. He hated jis sister because the only person who had protected him had left him all alone in a loveless world. But was it really his sister who left her all alone? What if Toby was the one who left his sister alone?

As he felt his mother's disappointed gaze wandering all over his body, he felt the urge to tear himself into pieces, just so his mother wouldn't see what a big mistake she had made by giving birth to him.

He could feel his father's fists on his face, he wanted to peel his itching skin alive just because that guy touched him.

He wanted to kill that guy, but Toby was just a weak kid.

He was so weak that he couldn't protect the people he loved.

He was so pathetic that he couldn't protect himself.

He was so pathetic that he couldn't protect those around him from himself.

He couldn't breathe, he felt physically suffocated.

He put his hands to his throat, but as he thought, he did not touch the hands that were frozen with hatred.

His fingers only touched his own stupid throat.

His own stupid, bleeding throat.

He was injured.

There was a cut on his neck that was not very deep, at least not a fatal wound.

The most dangerous thing was the freshly opened wound on his left wrist. It wasn't very deep, but it still posed a great danger. He needed to get it treated as soon as possible.

"He-heh, ne-never thought my de-ath'll be so s-stupid."

Would Ann still treat him if she found out that he caused the wound with his own axe?

He closed his eyes to the painful reality behind him, he wasn't dying but he had put himself in a pretty pathetic situation.

It was all the fault of his own stupidity.

Maybe he was dying, who knows.

Everyone would be better off if he had never been born.

He was cold and shivering because of the winter wind coming through the window in his room.

He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he barely heard the knock on his room door. He tried to stand up, tried to get support from the bedside table next to his bed, but his head was spinning so much that his hands were not enough to carry him.

"E-enter."

"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me, the door is locked!"

"Oh."

He had to stand up and open the door himself.

Otherwise he would die in his stupid loneliness in this stupid room because of his own stupid actions.

He tried to get back on his feet. He fell to the ground before he could even take a step, so he pressed his hands on the ground to cushion his fall, completely forgotten about the gaping wound on his wrist.

"Ah!"

"Shit, shit, shit!"

He almost didn't even hear the curse that responded to the sound of pain he made, due to the ringing in his ears. He lifted his barely heavy head off the ground and tried to look around, wishing everything wasn't spinning around him.

"Ready or not, I'm breakin' the door!"

"W-what..?

"He muttered to himself, this action took almost all of his energy.

His headache got worse when he heard a harsh crackling sound on the door, the noise was unbearable.

While he was in pain all over, he clenched his teeth hard when he heard the same sound once again. This time the sound was even louder than before.

He laid his head back on the cold, uncarpeted concrete floor;

Maybe he should just close his eyes, just why not?

His eyes already wanted to close, and if he complied with their request, maybe his body would stop aching a little.

If he could just rest for a few minutes and stop hearing the increasingly distant voice-

"Toby!"

Ah, Toby had managed to open the door.

So Toby wasn't some useless loser.

"What are you doin', you idiot!? What is this blood-"

It was Clockwork.

Maybe the only person in this ridiculous world he doesn't hate.

"Stupid!"

"C-Clo..."

"Shut up! You're not allowed to talk until infirmary!"

"B-but... I-I..."

"I told you shut up!"

Toby silently did what he was told. Closing his eyes slowly as he was startled by the deep female voice he heard again, but he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

"Open your eyes!"

Clockwork must have come near to Toby when he couldn't see, because even though he was in the dark and his world was growing distant, he heard her voice closer.

"Nat..."

"Don't sleep! Do you hear me? Don't sleep!"

He suddenly had to open his eyes because of the harsh pressure he felt on his cheek.

It took him a few seconds to realize that what had shocked his body was a slap Clockwork had given him.

"Good, stay awake."

And the last thing he felt before his world went dark once again was the girl trying to lift his skinny body and get under his arm.

...

"Just live for me if nothing else, Toby... Please..."

He tried to open his eyes to the sound he heard, but the weight on his eyelids did not allow him to do so.

"C-Clocky-"

Trying to speak almost made him feel like hot lava had been poured down his throat, it hurt so much he would rather die than his position here.

"Don't talk, idiot."

"W-water..."

When he finally managed to open his eyes, he was suddenly disturbed by the light that came into his field of vision as if it wanted to blind him. However, instead of closing them again and leaving himself alone in absolute darkness, he blinked his eyes for a while, trying to get used to the intense light.

When his vision finally improved a bit and he regained the ability to notice things around him, he immediately knew where he was.

He was in the infirmary.

He wasn't in a hospital room.

Because he and people like him didn't deserve to be in a hospital, even if they could pay for it.

This was a chance Toby didn't deserve.

He should have died alone.

He shouldn't have been saved.

He should have been buried in darkness forever.

He should have been trapped in hell.

"You're up."

When he saw the brown-haired girl appearing next to him and the water she was holding in her hand, he tried to sit up as much as he could on the slightly vertical bed, this small movement sent a ton of pain signals to his body.

"Stop!"

"D-don't shout."

He wanted to hope that she would remain silent like a normal person would around a sick person.

But he knew that Clockwork was not a normal person.

"No. You deserve this for trying to kill yourself."

"..."

As silence reigned between them, Toby felt the weight of his mistake sinking into his chest and squeezing his heart.

That wasn't his purpose, even though it didn't seem like it.

But there was no way to explain this to Clockwork.

"I-I'm sorry C-Clock-"

"No! You can't do me 'I'm sorry Clocky'! You just... you can't!"

When he realized she was getting angry, Toby didn't say anything, he just closed his eyes and wished he could disappear.

"Why Toby, why?"

He noticed the girl with a watch in one eye sitting at the end of his bed and holding his unbandaged hand. This wasn't a romantic or friendly hand-holding.

It was just a 'I'm here for you no matter what, you're not alone' kind of hand holding.

Toby felt his eyes fill with tears.

"I-I was just try-ing to f-fill in all the b-blanks. I was try-ing to be the damn t-thing that ev-everyone want-ed-ed me to be. B-but now t-this whole damn room is s-spinning non-stop."

Clockwork remained silent, as if she didn't know what to say.

"Oh, Toby. You're enough. You're the only one who's enough in this fucking thing, in fact. Which bastard told you that?"

"N-nobody."

"Toby. If you die, I will never forgive you. Do you understand me?"

"W-why?"

"Because the only one in this fucking thing who deserves shit is you, okay! Because you deserve to live! Because... Because-"

Had Toby heard correctly, or had a sob escaped Clockwork's lips?

"S-sorry."

"Don't."

When she released the hand she was holding, Toby's hand with the serum fell into the void.

And Clockwork, who had never left Toby's side until he woke up, left the room for the first time in the last fifty-six hours.

Leaving Toby alone in the infirmary with a confused mind.

[sempsimps]

undertaker x reader

this is mostly gender neutral, but using the female body parts for the good stuff, ya know

actual text i had before writing this;

me: gonna be real i want undertaker to raw dog me in a coffin and then give me one of those fucking biscuits

bestie: i- holy shit. real

SO THIS IS THAT LMAO there we go literally that, but the new season got me re watching the whole of black butler and thinking of unholy shit (the things I would do in Sebastian's confession box oof) anyway that's a little off topic and i just aaaa with this new season it's so good and ill definitely be making like 2 at least on Gregory violet so stayed tuned for that but ANYWAY WHAT YOU ACUALLY CAME HERE TO READ NOW

Warnings:

He's kinda creepy (but we love that about him)

Mentioned fitting in a coffin (is that even a warning)

Undertaker is a warning as he is

If your cluster phobic get out

You fell into a coffin dumbass (with a hint of cliché writing)

Pussy eating (oh no the horror- actually with him probably)

Some light cuts they bleed a little (made by man's acrylics)

Bites hickeys scratches (a part masochist wet dream)

You actually don't finish because of him being a tease and other people

is it considered necrophilia becuse he's dead?? idfk shower thought leave me be

it was a weekend, and the servants convinced you to come into London town for the day as well as your sister, but as they got closer to the destination you wanted to go, to you strayed from the pack and headed into the undertakers shop, to see him might as well since your free today, and the others were busy shopping.

Honestly, it was a match made in hell, as the earl described it. you were into the strange and unusual, and undertaker is the very definition of idiosyncratic. you worked with ceil on the police as an allies, and that's how you two solved many things. yall had connections beforehand anyway, ceil is like the little brother you never had, and you treat him just like that, especially when it came to his betrothed, your sister. but in his defence, he brought you to the undertaker. Ceil was trying and failing to make the undertaker laugh, so he brought you in from waiting outside, and from one joke, he was cackling. and so whenever the Earl wanted his Information, he would bring you along becuse it seemed like he only liked your jokes, and honestly how could you complain, some one actually laughing that's a first, so ill take the win. but undertaker was equally pleased by this, he couldn't describe the attraction he felt, his heart was long cold and dead, but the little dark light the Earl brought to his shop was enough to get him to question again, but you wear merely mortal and he shouldn't get attached not after last time.

walking around the dark shop, it was more empty than usual as it was completely closed on a Sunday, which is kinda ironic thinking about it. the only bits of lights that guided my way were slowly dying candles, and further in the store there was less and less, of that comforting yellow glow fading quickly, i was calling out for him quietly, still looking around despite the strain on my eyes. i assumed he wasn't here, maybe out, i took a look around, noticing a back room. 'huh, that's new but i guess ive never stayed to long' hollering for the strange man once, more as i stumbled through the dark. my foot caught on something wooden on the floor, and i fell right into one of the many coffins, putting my hands and knees out to stop the fall. i felt something plush under me. I did indeed fall into a wooden create. my eyes finally adjusted to the room, and the panic set it. 'oh my fucking god, im on top of undertaker' my limbs barely didn't touched his body, my knees either side of his waist, and my hands at the side of his head, in his long hair. 'oh fuck fuck shit, this is bad' he was asleep some fucking how, his chest slowly rose and descended in an easy rhythm, a tiny snore escaping every few breathes he looked peaceful, and not like a menace like he usually did. 'This would be cute. If i wasn't right over him.' my eyes traced the scars once more. 'god, that neck one is so biteable.' i took in a deep breath, and slowly picked up my left foot, raising it higher than needed so i don't make contact with the wood, i slowly lowered my foot searching for the ground, making a soft thud as i found the floor. next would be my right hand, and this slowly turned into the worlds quietest twister, i started to turn my body backwards so i could lay on the floor to escape. getting my hand up in the air, and I balanced on one knee and hand to get out. I started to bend out, but my hip lightly grazed the side, and then in in a flash, an arm wrapped around the top of my hip and right wrist. It was so sudden i let out a surprised squeak.

"Hello dearie"

One half closed fluorescent green eye shining in the dark room, and I quickly panic to explain myself.

"I am so sorry! this isn't what it looks like, I swear"

"Hehe, I'm quite aware, I knew you were falling, but not that fast. hehe"

"What? oh, that was a bad pun... but if you knew why, didn't you move? Or at least tell me you were awake"

he kept giggling softly, shaking my body as well as his.

"Oh believe me, my dear, it was near impossible to keep up the act, when you look like that, my i might just injure myself laughing"

I took a second to remember how I looked, right hand up in the air, and right foot out of the wooden box, barely keeping me stable was one knee next to undertakers waist, and my left hand in his hair. if it wasn't for his arm around me, I would of fallen over. but the grip he had on my left wrist was unusual I could feel his nails lightly scratch my skin 'wowzah that's a thought' he giggled a little.

"Hehe, my what a face your pulling there"

"Well, could you help me get uh unstuck from this?"

(insert a totally seamless paragraph smoothly going into the smut)

Here I was half naked with my legs on undertakers shoulders he's kneeling down leaning over face near my pussy breathy giggles sending small shocks through me as the breath made me twitch in anticipation the situation becoming indescribable.

"My my look at you dear hehe I could just eat you up. I knew you'd fit in my coffin"

His tongue came out at the end of that sentence and licked my clit, my body thrusted towards him without my brain catching up to actions. his hands opened my thighs, nails digging into my skin, making light cuts at the grip, specks of blood appearing, the sting feeling like fire, my legs edging to close around his head

" Hehe. Come on, don't be shy. I won't bite unless you want me to . Hmm, how about we test it"

With that, he leaned over and harshly bit my inner thigh. His teeth were kinda sharp at the K9s, adding to the pain that was building my pleasure. I let out a soft moan, my hands scratching the wooden box, gripping the plushness underneath me that confirmed his suspicion instantly.

"My, my, you liked that more than I thought interesting"

Pulling my legs further up to get closer, his mouth wonders, his tongue working over the blood lightly licking and his teeth gripping into my flesh, he detaches from making a large hickey laughing.

"Well, would you look at that come on pretty things shouldn't cry hehe those tears preserve your beauty, my dear, oh how those marks suit you"

soon he was back at it again his tongue swirling in me and my moans echo from his coffin he kept on giggling the sensation adding so much pleasure the feeling of his nails reaching across my skin before finding my clit the slow movement making me go wild he was being a complete tease about this. he starts slow speeding up and then leaving, going back to licking my hole that was leaking with arousal, gathering the taste on his lips.

"You taste like the finest sweet my doll. mhh, smell devine as well"

"Please stop teasing me~"

"hehehe, as you wish, my dear"

his teeth touched my clit, and i bucked into his face at the masochistic contact, i felt him smirk at the movment, and he bagan to properly eat my pussy out his nose bumping into the delicious sweet spot, as his tounge delved deeper, his skillful hands moved to my clit, he slowly made circles around it, increasing the speed every so often, still teasing but making me body hover on the edge. I was so close he could feel it. My legs closed around his head, ankles locking as I started to shake rapidly approaching my orgasm but as quickly as it came, he stopped. I whined, and undertaker chuckled, voice lower now.

"Ah doll, if I let you continue, you'd be embarrassed to righ to heaven your phantom friends are here"

My heavy breathing evened out, and I slowly released him from my strong hold. he gently placed my legs down, undertaker stood out of the coffin and passed my clothes that I had on. Before grabbing a biscuit, putting it in my mouth, then grabbing the lid of the coffin, placing it over me. 'wait, what the fuck?' I sighed crunching on the biscuit, taking it as an opportunity to get dressed and fix my hair. I was still shaking from me being so close to cumming, then i closed my eyes. it was quite in the coffin, dark of course, but cool, a really good thing to sleep, in be it a nap or eternity. but coming back to reality, I knocked on the coffin lid, and the undertaker was quick to use his boots to kick it open carefully. The candles that suddenly appeared blinded me for a second. I slowly sat up, shaking a little. All I could hear was the deadpan of ceils voice ringing in the shop. They must have guessed I was here.

"Undertaker, what is the meaning of this? Why do you have one of my allies in one of your coffins?"

"Ahaha Oh, don't worry, little lord, I can assure you they are far from dead if you were thinking so"

".... are you okay your shaking?"

It was my sister who asked me, I was going to respond before undertaker chuckled, putting another dog bone biscuit in my mouth with a pat to the head, offering a hand to help me out which i took, my legs wobbling a little from the loss of blood in them. At this time, I realised Sebastian was giving undertaker a look as well.

"Well, that was quite the luagh hope to see you again soon maybe I'll fit you in your own coffin"

He wiped away a fake tear and bid goodbye from his shop. The other three people looked at me, and I just shook my head with a "I'm not getting into that" look, we all walked out of the shop and carried on with our day but I missed the contact of the strange man.

Okay so I finally finished this jesus christ it took like 3 days to do this but I'll have more on the way for black butler so I'm working on that ASAP anyway sorry if my writing sucks :)

[meatmensch]

ouuugggaaahhh i cannot stay silent on the topic any longer i must tell you about my roy kent backstory/family tree headcanons. they are crazy sad btw. ft royjamie

his sister ruth (shout out to teddy-after-all for originating her name being ruth) is 2 years older than him. ruth is just as angry and proud and insane as roy, if not more. just has a bit of a better handle on it all, being a doctor rather than a footballer.

their parents were a mess and were out of the picture when they were really young so they barely remember them. their mom passed away of a drug overdose and their dad is still alive but in prison and he sucks so they aren't in touch.

roy's grandad (they didn't give him a name and i haven't thought of one yet) who we already know passed away when roy was nine was roy's mom's dad. he and his wife zivia raised roy and ruth and after he passed away it was just their nan raising them and she is still alive. she is a superstar and is theee matriarch theee protective angry badass bubbe (oh right. they're all jewish btw). she and her husband had been friends since they were small. they were born in poland and were just little kids during the shoah. (they gave themselves the last name kent to assimilate in britain, chose it bc of clark kent.)

that experience ofc really shaped them and greatly informed how they raised their kids + grandkids. zivia basically always emphasized the importance of anger. "it's your compass, it lets you know when you've been wronged. it's a tool. it's your inheritance. it's your birthright." etc. when roy or ruth would get in trouble for hassling a teacher or punching a kid at school or smth she'd be like "well did they deserve it" and usually they'd be like "yeah and here's why" and she'd be like "ok cool well then i'm not mad ur suspended in fact we're getting ice cream." when their grandad passed away she emphasized this sort of stuff too. "i know you're sad. i know you're angry. i know you're lost. i am too. it's ok. let yourself feel it."

as i said she's still around and living in a great retirement home and roy ruth and phoebe see her often. she takes great pride in the lives of her grandkids (+ great grandkid) and is always asking them about what's going on with them and checking in with them. "perform any amazing surgeries lately, ruth, my little miracle worker?" calls roy after every game, says one of three things.

"you played like shit." "you were fucking poetic out there." "you were alright." when it's the first, he usually laughs, happy to just talk to her after such a shit game, pleased by their little ritual. sometimes he growls or cries. he's never really hurt by her saying it, though, 'cause she's his dear old nan, and she's not being a prick, she's just being herself, and she's blunt. when it's the the second, it means more to him than all of the applause and celebrations with teammates and everything. when it's the third he does get kind of depressed and just changes the subject and they talk about whatever. as he nears the end of his career he hears a lot of the third and it really fucks with him.

roy has never brought anyone home to his nan for her to meet them. he also never came out to her directly. he just started mentioning shit about him being queer one day. they both preferred it that way (not for homophobic reasons on her part). when he's seeing keeley she starts to badger him. "am i ever going to meet her?" "maybe." he's cagey about it. it's a big thing and it kind of freaks him out. they break up before he starts to seriously consider it. once he and jamie have been hanging out all the time for a while, she badgers him again. "from how you talk about him, and what ruth and phoebe say, he's your best friend. you know, i had a best friend once [alluding to her late husband of many years, implying there might be something there between roy and jamie]. even if that's all he ever is to you, i want to meet him. you've never had a best friend. plus, he's a good friend of ruth's and looks after phoebe. he's a part of our family. shouldn't i know my family?" it kind of freaks him out, but he realizes, not much. because she's right. about everything

so the next time he ruth and phoebe go see zivia together they bring jamie. they get along alright. she's charmed by him, a little annoyed by him, respects him, and can really tell how close the two of them are and how well they fit together. she tells him so the next time they talk, when the two of them + roy are chilling at ruth's house. "he's an odd one. i like him well enough. you act like you've known each other longer than either of you have been alive. so, for you? i love him...certainly more than i liked o'sullivan for ruth" "come on nan"

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ROXANA (Chapter 11)

“You smell like blood.”

After leaving Jeremy and Charlotte, I headed straight for the dungeon. Cassis, who had been studying me closely since my arrival, quietly commented about my appearance. I was humiliated. Just as he’d said, my hands and clothes were covered in dried blood from the encounter with Charlotte in the hall. I looked up at Cassis, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“Nothing happened. Besides, it’s not like you care.”

Cassis frowned slightly at my words, but how could I be honest with him? If I said that I’d gotten so drenched in blood by fighting with my siblings, would Cassis become more guarded? Worse still, the blood wasn’t mine. If I knew it would be like this, I would have changed before coming here. 

I let my brain chew on the thought, before opening my mouth. “I won’t be able to come for a while.” Cassis looked silently at my figure. Despite his faint vision, he could see the shape of a small girl reflected in clearer view than yesterday. 

“I won’t be gone too long… Maybe just a few days.”

‘Maybe this “Roxana” is injured somewhere,’ Cassis thought, despite knowing that he wasn’t in a position to be worrying about another person’s wellbeing besides his own. But the dank smell of blood emanating from the girl facing him still made him nervous. He hated how helpless he felt in every situation without his sight; it was horribly inconvenient.

“So until I see you again, be well. Though I am slightly worried, since there’s no one available to help you if you need it.” As per usual, her voice was calm, soft, and contemplative.

Cassis thought about how nice it would be to see her face the next time they met.

* * *

Two days later, I was informed that Charlotte had overcome the prison guard and forced herself into the dungeon. Worse yet, she had attacked Cassis and wounded him. “Hmm.” I pondered the situation unconsciously while leisurely sipping poison tea from Emily. How predictable. 

On the day of our “dinner,” Charlotte picked a fight with me over ownership of Cassis, though she was eventually defeated. I couldn’t stand that Cassis had suffered under my ownership, but had to stay still even if she angered me. Plus,  Jeremy would have beaten her up.

I should have guessed what was going to happen from the look on Jeremy’s face at the dinner table. He even tried to hurry me away first so that he’d be the only one with Charlotte. Unfortunately, Charlotte wasn’t willing to leave the issue alone, and threw a fit.

When the three of us brought up the topics of Cassis’ ownership to our father, he simply told us to leave it alone for a while. So despite her overwhelming rage, Charlotte had no choice but to hold off on executing Cassis’ murder lest she be disposed. She was so angry that she lost her appetite, and barely touched her food the entire time.

My father’s order was a big blow to her, and it was clear she had desperately wanted to ruin the first toy I’d wanted. Despite this, Cassis’ injuries were milder than expected. After all, all his limbs were still intact. Is Charlotte weaker than I thought? I even brought sutures.

“Additionally, it was reported that Miss Charlotte accidentally broke the prisoner’s restraints and was about to be attacked herself. It seems like she’ll be punished for that.” 

“What?” The hand holding my teacup went limp. The breaking of restraints? How unexpected. A hemp restraint, known for its top-class durability, if nothing else, was broken?

“This is getting interesting.” Impossible. It was obvious that Cassis had used a trick or fishy method of some kind. Granted, Charlotte is easily provoked and hysterical, it was impossible for her to “accidentally” break a hemp restraint. What if Cassis deliberately used Charlotte?

Of course, that may be overestimating him on my part, but he is the Pedelian heir- he even has the nickname ‘Silver Knight.’ I set the teacup down wordlessly. It seemed that I would have to visit Cassis one more time.

* * *

“Sister, did you hear about Charlotte?”

“Yes… I heard about the dungeon incident.”

That evening, Jeremy stopped by my room. He was a little dense and clingy, retelling Charlotte’s punishment in a small, ignorant voice. She had been imprisoned for twenty days in the punishment chamber. Father was clearly very upset with Charlotte’s direct breach of conduct, while I, on the other hand, found it difficult to be anything other than satisfied with such an outcome.

“So I guess the toy is ruined now. Should I stop going?” Jeremy’s voice grew even quieter, staring at me with his deep blue eyes. I thought about how fortunate it was that he barely resembled Lanche, save for the black hair. If his appearance had looked even a sliver more like Father’s, I would have hated him.

“I’m sure the toy isn’t that damaged, but what can we do?” I said in a slow voice, patting Jeremy’s head gently. With a more devilish smile, he said, “Sister, should I stop Charlotte from going down to the dungeon?” Ah. It must have been Jeremy who encouraged Charlotte to visit Cassis in the first place. It seemed like he was doing all my work for me. It was entertaining, especially considering that I knew the truth about the whole situation.

“Just let it go. If the toy’s life is doomed, Father will take care of it himself. He won’t tolerate being disobeyed twice.” And of course, since Charlotte was locked in the punishment chamber for a while, she won’t be able to get near Cassis, even if she wanted to.

“Jeremy, you’re not going to touch my toy as Charlotte did, are you?” I whispered. “You’re the only brother I trust.”

At that moment, he stopped and looked up briefly. Then he laughed softly. “Of course. I would never do what you don’t want me to.”

* * *

“Charlotte is such an idiot.” Jeremy exited Roxana’s room and into the hall, annoyed.

Of course, an Agriche being attacked after breaking a prisoner’s restraint was unforgiveable. “He’ll just be killed or tortured.” Jeremy’s eyes shone dark and cold. He wanted to kill that Cassis Pedelian, but couldn’t touch Roxana’s toys, even indirectly. 

“You're the only brother I trust.” Roxana’s words rang in his head- it was impossible to betray her trust. Damn it. But why do I feel so happy and proud? He scratched his head in confusion and headed for his room.

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IT'S NOT QUITE DAWNED HIM THAT IT'S WORKING, LIKE REALLY.

Clint's always put in the work, always put in the effort. He's just made it an art to look like he's half-assing everything even when he's thrown every ounce of effort that he had. HE DOESN'T ALWAYS SEE THE FOREST FOR THE TREES. He doesn't yet see what he's been working at, doesn't see how he has started the work and he's laying the foundation, and it's good.

HE'S ALWAYS BEEN ABLE TO HANDLE THE HARD WORK. DOING WHAT HE HATED. So saying that he hates this comes from the fact it's challenging him, comes from the fact that his detox had been a rough one and he had suffered DTs, almost wound up in the hospital. Clint has to face himself and that's the scariest, and he knows the worst of this may not come out until months down the line, until he was facing the people in life and outside with the temptations.

There's been an ever present headache that hasn't gone away, with nothing to dispel it and he's got cravings, scratched at his arms and had to make up target practice games to distract himself. HE'S GETTING THROUGH. It helps that he ended up with the therapist that he did; she's old and she's tough. MAYBE KNEW HOW TO HANDLE HIM BEFORE HE EVEN GOT THERE.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't need this phone call with Tony, that he hadn't been wanting to talk to him. IT'S A LITTLE WAY TO HOW HIM HE IS WORKING AT THIS. A nonverbal way to thank him. ❝ Yeah, something about it to maybe explain, other things too; says I should read about them. ❞ He has not touched any of the reading material she's given him. MAYBE LATER HE MIGHT.

TONY'S GIVING ADVICE AND HE'S NOT SQUIRMING AS MUCH AS HE WOULD HAVE. Barely even three weeks ago, he would have shut all of that down. Clint just listening, making a hum to show he is paying attention as Tony says he should be more vocal about the god stuff bringing up the parts of his childhood that ran right into the religion stuff. IT'S PROOF OF PROGRESS THAT HE'S TAKING.

❝ IT'S FINE, or I can deal with it. I want this work, and maybe I'll say something if it really raises my hairs. It's more UH and I told Lynette ⸺ ❞ His therapist's name. ❝ That my da- father's sister use to shove God's name around about⸻ and than the nuns were strict. ❞ IT'S GETTING A LITTLE MORE REAL THERE, and Clint does draw back because he has shutdown about the same topic at the same spot to everyone who he has brought it up.

LIKE TONY HAD BEEN SAYING IT'S NOT ALL IN, IT'S NOT MAGIC. This is as far as he is with that topic. It's a breakthrough for another day.

HUFF. ❝ You know what Cap says to me, DON'T GET COCKY. ❞ Clint was trying to express that he CARES about Tony's well being. Except he totally does know that Tony could handle himself. IRON MAN'S KIND OF ONE OF HIS HEROES. ❝ Keep giving them hell for me, Shellhead. ❞

He does goes quieter, only humming when Tony says he should be proud of himself. HE'S NOT THERE YET. Clint doesn't argue it though, a personal task from Lynette that he doesn't CHALLENGE anything for a whole day. ❝ Yeah ⸺⸻ So, uh, you been alright? Got some sleep yourself? Avengers..? Brandy doing okay? ❞ He's not shutting down on Tony, simply mulling over what he said and he is trying to put into his voice that fact. That he's GOT a smile on his face just talking to Tony.

That's something he has and hasn't talked about, relationships and Tony, but he was thinking about them. Thinking specifically about Tony and what he's done for him, how he needs to thank him or something. THINKING IN GENERAL ABOUT HIM.

Tony can't stop smiling. As much as Clint's saying he hates it and that it's not for him, it's working. He's talking. This isn't the Clint he'd pulled out of the basement covered in blood and drunk off his head. It wasn't even the Clint he'd hooked up with all those times. Shit - it wasn't even the Clint who had tried to kill him but instead had been talked into joining the Avengers. This Clint was new. He was talking about how hard it was. He was opening up about the challenges he was facing. Yes, there was a little bit of defeat there, but he was letting that out and he was still going.

"ADHD too? See. We're practically the same person." He's not surprised by the ADHD diagnosis. Clint bounces around things just as much as Tony does. They really did have a lot in common.

"Well you gotta tell them that. They want you to succeed, buddy. And if the religion stuff is part of the problem, then you gotta let them know that you're struggling with parts. And be honest. Tell them you can't accent the god stuff, but you want this to work."

He's now locked in a fight. Scrabbling to get free, trading blows with each other, and he's fairly sure that the guy is pissed Tony has his full attention. Tony's enjoying that part of it.

"Don't worry about me, Legolas. You know I can do this with my eyes closed and one arm tied behind my back. Talking to you is just evening the playing field."

He manages to send the guy flying and he takes off after him. "You're doing great, Clint. I know it's hard. But it's working and you're doing it. You should be proud of yourself. There's gonna be times when you still want that drink. This isn't a magic fix. But you'll feel better, and you'll be a better person. You'll start to think you do deserve good things. When people care about you, you won't think you aren't worth that. Maybe not every time. But it'll happen."