#he said if i didn't hate your sibling/had taken more of an interest this would be so much easier

[blcssom]

closed starter for @lvciddreamt ft. seth barlowe

finding them had been easier than he'd expected, and even approaching them hadn't given him too much trouble. now that they were out on the first date, though, seth found that wooing them was.... trickier than expected. "so——- what was it you said you do for work?"

[readerthatreadsss]

hello you can make headcanons about yandere soft elijah mikaelson x fem human reader, where he has several yandere traits but to his lover he is a softie.

Alright anon, I GOTCHU.

Please don't be afraid to let me know how I did cause this is not only my first headcanon post but also my first Yandere one :)

Soft yandere!Elijah Mikaelson headcanons

Warnings: Starts off pretty calm but ends a little smutty so minors beware, sub!reader, yandere themes (possessiveness, manipulation, overprotective behavior, compulsion, mild obsession, denial of said obsession, unhealthy relationship tendencies, etc), breeding kink and edging mentioned, also more nsfw themes...

His siblings and enemies consider him to be noble, but when it comes to you? This man is everything but that.

Jealous, paranoid, overprotective? Yeah, that's Elijah.

The first time he met you had been under less than ideal circumstances but he couldn't help but take immediate note of how beautiful and strong you were. You helped the Salvatores to dagger him but that was quickly forgiven once you helped Elena undagger him a short time after. It was then that he saw that not only were you beautiful but you also had a good heart and were protective of the ones you loved, which was more than he could say for most of his past lovers, so he immediately set his sights on you.

Elijah needs to know where you are and what you're doing constantly or he stops functioning. Like he'll be more irritable than usual, snapping at his siblings, more aggressive with the men he's hired to watch you on the very few occasions when he can't, etc.

Most times he's following you with a small notebook where he writes down new things that he learns about you every day...though after enough time he's convinced that there's nothing about you that he doesn't know.

He saw you smiling at Damon for too long while watching you outside the Mystic Grill (without your knowledge) slashed Damon's car tires and ripped out his steering wheel.

His siblings tease him about his obsession with you and he denies it every time. "This isn't an obsession. I've simply taken a keen interest in her," he'll say.

Elijah takes note of your body language. And that's not just general things like how you struggle to hold eye contact with most people you talk to, or how you lick your lips and clench your jaw when you're frustrated. No, Elijah sees the smallest of habits that you don't even realize that you do on the regular.

He also knows your scent better than he knows himself. Elijah can actually smell your perfume/shampoo/lotion from a mile away and it actually comforts him the moment it hits his nose. When he's close enough or in a room with you, there are times when your scent becomes so overwhelming that he has to stop whatever he's saying or doing, close his eyes, and deeply inhale it so that he can go back to normal, (or as normal as he can pretend to be)

You are deeply involved in all the supernatural lore in Mystic Falls so you know that you're supposed to hate the Mikaelsons...but something about Elijah catches your attention. You liked how calm and composed he was or appeared to be in comparison to his brothers. Though he did things that sometimes hurt your friends, you could see and even appreciate the reasoning behind why he did them. He was also less impulsive than his brothers and sister in the same manner that you were less impulsive than your friends (the Salvatores, mainly).

You were one of the few people in Mystic Falls to engage in a conversation with Elijah that didn't end in a threat. You even once complimented the suit he was wearing that day and Elijah couldn't stop smiling for the rest of that day.

He has and will never lay a hand on you, even when his siblings demand that it would be strategic to harm you to persuade the Salvatores to do what they want. He actually threw Klaus into a bookshelf for even suggesting the idea.

Elijah sneaks into your house and watches you sleep on numerous occasions, and even though he knows it's wrong, he uses his abilities to force dreams he's had of the two of you together into your head while you sleep. He just wants you to see how good you could be together.

Since he started putting those dreams into your head, he's caught you stealing inquisitive glances at him, even with your friends around.

He hired someone to research your internet patterns and reading/music history and bought first editions of your favorite books/records and mailed them to your house that same week. You had no idea who sent them but the package was tied with a thick string that had a pattern that you could have sworn you saw on Elijah's tie the week before.

Since then you've been more hyperaware of your surroundings on your day-to-day. (You actually almost caught Elijah a few times but he managed to speed away before you could catch sight of him)

Elijah is known to be very patient in comparison to his siblings. This applies to you too. He wants you to see that he's the man that you belong with in your own time. But who says he can't continue to persuade you without brash tactics? So Elijah continues to send gifts, jewelry, and your favorite things to your house.

He saw you sitting at the edge of a creek one night and decided that this would be the one time where he would stop hiding and watching and just show his face. You two had a long conversation that night about the stars, (because he knew you were into astrology and astronomy) and he even told you that both your astrological signs were romantically compatible.

It was a lie and you both knew it but he loved the way it made you blush.

That was the night you two first kissed. It was better than the many many times he's imagined it. You were obviously apprehensive at first and he had to take the lead on it but he was more than happy to do so. You gave him your number and told him that you would be interested in going out with him. He already had your number for weeks before but you didn't know that.

It only took a few dates and late-night picnics for him to convince you to become his.

You noticed small differences in his behavior since you became official; he'd get slightly annoyed whenever he'd text or call and you'd say that you were with the Salvatores but if you were with Elena or any other female friends it was no problem, the deadly glares he'd send men in the street when you walked together and one stared at you for even a second (these men would end up missing dead in a dumpsterthat same night without your knowledge), or the way his grip on your hand would get tighter whenever you mentioned Klaus by name.

Once you started dating he insisted that you needed to live with him. He bought a house just so that the two of you could be alone and away from not only his siblings but the drama of Mystic Falls. You didn't agree at first, but Elijah sent two of his men to your house to fake a home invasion and that scared you right into his arms and your new home.

When you moved in with him, Elijah gave you a new phone and told you it was a housewarming present. It actually had a tracker in it and was connected to his own phone so that he could see every call and text you made. He asks you exactly where you're going whenever you leave the house. And of course, he checks his tracker just to double-check.

The longer you dated, the more violent Elijah got when it came to people who tried to harm you or take you away from him. But he never let you see him harm others, and on the rare occasions when you would, he'd compel you to forget it. He couldn't live with himself if he made you afraid of him.

Some of your family members got worried and upset when they went a whole month without seeing you and Elijah compelled them all to move across the country.

Despite having to do all of these outrageous things to keep you to himself, Elijah had never been happier. You were finally his and he would do anything to not only keep you his but to make you fall for him as deep as he had fallen for you.

He considers turning you because all he wants is to spend the rest of his life with you without worrying about human illness or one of his enemies taking you away from him, but he wants you to ask him to do it. He knows that bloodlust isn't something that everyone can handle and only wants you to be happy.

On nights when you'd get into arguments with your friends about your relationship with Elijah and come home sad and angry, he would hold you in his arms and kiss your head while you cried. He hated seeing you cry and would internally seeth with rage at your friends for making you sad. But he'd always find a way to calmly tell you that if it were up to him you'd never see the Salvatores ever again but he understands your loyalty. (he doesn't. he really doesn't like the Salvatores or how close they are to you.)

NSFW hcs up ahead...

Elijah is a primarily gentle lover by nature. For your first time, it was mostly because he thought he wouldn't get the chance to do it again and wanted to make the most of it while he could. But as you continued dating he was only rough with you when you asked him to be...which was most times.

On these days when you asked him to be rough...he would completely oblige. He would never degrade you but praises would easily fall from his lips while he pounded into you from behind with enough force to leave you limping the next day. "You look so beautiful taking me like this, love."

He gets extra possessive during sex. "No one else can ever make you feel this good, huh gorgeous? Tell me who's making you feel this good." "You're all mine, love. No one knows your body like I do," he'd growl with a hand softly resting around your throat while he drives into you with a finger fiddling with your clit. And Elijah was right. He knew what made you tick and what drove you crazy.

Elijah loves edging you. Like he will spend a whole hour working you with his hands or his mouth to the precipice of your orgasm only to pull away. He'd only indulge you once you were a sobbing, blubbering mess, begging for him to fuck you and let you come for him. You always wanted to be good for him so you'd never come without his permission.

He definitely feeds on you during sex (with your permission ofc). He loves the intimacy of the act and even makes you drink his blood sometimes. But Elijah also just loves the taste of your blood. It's painful every time he does it but you love the look of satisfaction that crosses his eyes once your blood hits his tongue, so you swallow the pain and allow him to do it every once in a while.

He absolutely LOVES leaving hickeys on your body. He would shout it from the highest rooftop that you were his if he could (he wanted to but you begged him not to), so for now, he's settled for leaving those deep red marks on your skin to let others know who you belong to. Once you tried to hide them with a scarf and he snatched the scarf from your neck and ripped it to shreds in front of your face.

Elijah worships your body during sex. He will caress and kiss every part he can get his hands on. He quite literally cannot get enough of you. His favorite parts of your body are your shoulder, your inner thighs, and your stomach.

You moaning or screaming his name drives Elijah FERAL. Actually, just you saying his name is music to his ears regardless of the setting. Your voice can soothe him in an instant or be his undoing in the bedroom.

There was one day that he got caught up in the moment and said, out loud, that he'd murder any man who even thought about seeing you like this. But you were so cockdrunk that you didn't register it.

Lastly. Breeding kink. Need I say more? Actually, I'll say more cause why not. Elijah obviously doesn't need to worry about surprise pregnancies with you but that doesn't stop him from whispering in your ears that he's gonna "fuck a baby into you," or that he "loves filling your womb with his come"

I know this was supposed to be soft yandere...but I feel like it kinda got away from me and strayed into REAL yandere territory so I hope that's okay?

Don't be afraid to comment or reblog and my requests are open! Hope you enjoyed <3

[yanderes-galore]

Hi, could you please do a yandere platonic darth vader? Thank you!

I can try, sure! If something is OOC, I'm so sorry, I still struggle writing Vader.

Yandere! Platonic! Darth Vader Concept

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Isolation, Brainwashing, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Murder, Forced companionship.

Vader, or even Anakin, would not be the best father.

If things didn't go wrong, he'd probably be loving to his kids.

Yet at the same time, he'd just make an action at some point to poison that bond.

Vader was under the impression his wife and child died.

Which made him who he is now.

In reality, he had three.

Luke, Leia, and you.

He never found out about any of you until much later.

I think it would be an interesting idea if you took a different path than Luke and Leia.

Like, maybe you went to help them during the Death Star and had no idea they were your siblings. (You could just have been raised beside Leia as a childhood friend or something or found them later)

Unfortunately, however, you end up being taken captive by Vader.

Which leads to Vader finding out you're his kid...

Which begins the obsession.

I'm assuming he knew you were his kid via looks and feeling drawn to you (The Force).

So, as OOC as this may be, imagine this...

Vader decides to keep you alive instead of executing you in order to "parent" you.

You hate him yet Vader feels you're a second chance.

This is before he even knew Luke was his kid.

I imagine it would be similar to when Vader said he could convert Luke to the Dark Side.

To protect your life, he'd tell Palpatine you could be useful in tracking Rebels.

Granted, you aren't going to like his plans...

But as a prisoner, your say doesn't matter much.

It would be even more interesting if you were capable of The Force, too.

Vader might've made you either an apprentice or had you help him in other ways if you were.

It's a hard pill to swallow when you learn the real reason Vader took you in.

He's your father.

Even then, you still struggle to play nice.

Knowing he's your father makes you feel sick.

He's never too affectionate, like he's unsure how to approach you.

Yet he teaches you and garners your obedience through manipulation and fear.

He's a quiet man, the only way you know of his presence is his breathing.

He doesn't expect you to like him, even after the truth.

He doesn't expect mutual love, either.

You make him conflicted... reminding him of his one true love.

Again, you may not care for him, but Vader shows he "cares".

He finds time to train you, he gives you Stormtroopers, he protects you.

He does strange little things that one could consider caring or attentive...

Yet you're so separated from one another that it doesn't mean anything to you.

Vader may view giving you guards as protecting you, but to you they're just wardens.

If Vader could ever will himself to say he loves you, it means nothing to you.

He's not a father to you.

Even if he tried he simply couldn't be.

Vader would end up brainwashing you as his captive.

He does everything he can to make you forget the Rebels.

He may not even tell you about your siblings, just to make it seem like he's your only familial connection.

Eventually you don't have to be kept as a prisoner.

He constantly gives you the option to be something more if you just listen.

He does his best to convince you he cares.

You're the closest thing he has to what could've been.

Luke and Leia want him dead.

Yet he's messed with you enough to confuse you.

Eventually, well, what other choice do you have besides joining him?

He's your father, he cares about you...

By now, he's all you have.

He'll train you to hunt Rebels, to be on his side.

He defends you from Palpatine, keeping you under his wing.

He's not afraid to kill, for both his cause and you.

If he killed in your name, he justifies it.

He tells you it had to happen.

You've seen him kill rebels, friends, those you considered family...

And he tells you it's necessary.

You aren't like them.

Rebels are not the good guys, you belong beside your father.

He'll ensure you know that.

He'll make sure you never stray from him.

That alone is another motivation for him to sear through the flesh of another Rebel with his saber, glancing back to make sure you watch.

You'll never leave his side.

Even if he has to lock you away, it's to ensure you stay with him.

So he never loses another one he loves.

Vader himself knows he's not a good man.

Let alone a good father.

Yet you both know he's your father...

There's no one else you can go to now that he has you.

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

TIME, CURIOUS TIME - L.C

Summary: the one where you first meet Luke and your entire world view changes.

Warnings: adoption, blood, character death

Wordcount: 3.6k

Masterlist: Time, passing

If there was one thing that people needed to know about you, it's that you don't like bullies. You hated them in fact.

There was an anger inside of you. A primal anger that oozes from your pores at every instance. You were angry at everything in life, your mother for giving you up for adoption, your father for ignoring you. You were angry at the world for every single bad thing that happened.

You had only been at camp for four months and you had gotten into eight separate fights. Just like normal. Just like in the Foster homes.

Now you were sitting in Chiron's office with a black eye. You had gotten into a fight with one of the kids again and was being punished for it. Even though you thought that the punching he had received had been deserved.

Your eyes were trained at your hands as they rested in your lap. You did not want to look up and see the disappointment in his eyes.

"You are one of the most interesting campers I've ever had," he said, breaking the silence.

You looked up at him. That was not what you had expected him to say after what you had done. You were expecting more of a lecture.

"Why?" you questioned.

"You've been here 4 months and already proved that you are a superb archer and swordsman, a brilliant medic. Yet you fail to stop yourself engaging in this tomfoolery," he explained.

You thought about all that he had listed to you. You were a child of Apollo after all, you should be good at all of those things and you weren’t surprised that he thought it was an accomplishment. You didn't want to be anything like your family.

There was silence and you looked at the centaur, “Am I expelled?”

He chuckled to himself almost incredulously, "No. We don't kick students out when they are troublesome,"

Troublesome. That was one word to describe you.

You had always been seen as the problem and the solution was always to send you away. You were a problem of the highest degree and everyone agreed. Even Chiron.

Chiron looked at you, arms folded across your chest as you rolled your eyes, "You know. If we didn't already know your godly parent, I would assume you were an Ares kid,"

you scoffed, looking up at him. You hated where he was coming from but it made sense. That anger in your bones was reminiscent of an Ares kid.

"That felt like an insult," you spat out, bitter. You didn't want to be compared to any of them monsters.

He tilted his head to the side, not understanding why you saw your anger as some sort of problem, "It's not. It's a compliment,"

You wanted to scoff at the idea. Anger was not a positive trait and nobody had ever noticed a single positive trait inside of you.

Silence fell over the room and you looked away from him, feeling shame bubble up in your chest at the way you were acting; you didn't mean to act like a spoiled brat.

"Anyway. I still have to punish you. So you will be sentenced to a week's worth of night shifts at the infirmary," he said.

Your head whipped up, "A week? I only broke his nose!" You could have done worse and you would have if your siblings hadn’t pulled you off of the teenage boy.

Chiron nodded, remembering the way that the sixteen year old boy cradled his face, blood dripping down his chin as he looked at the thirteen year old girl. He had never seen an Ares kid look so defeated by such a little camper.

"You still broke a fellow capers nose. And your dessert privileges will be taken away for that duration," He said.

He smiled at you and you stood up, mumbling a thank you under your breath before you walked outside. This was going to be hell.

If there was one thing that you hated more than anything, it was night duty. You looked around the medical bay and watched as the boy in there slept. He had a concussion and if it were up to you, he would be sent away but Chiron was a stickler to the rules - he needed 24 hour observation.

You walked around aimlessly, a cup of coffee in your hand.

Your life was a mess. You hated yourself. You hated the world. There was nothing here that made you want to stay and every day you looked out of that window in the Apollo Cabin, wondering if you would just leave. Its not like anyone would miss you.

That self loathing bubbled in your chest and you could feel it heavy on your chest.

This camp was supposed to be somewhere that all demigods are safe but in all truth, you had never been more lonely than you had been at Camp Half Blood. You felt abandoned by the Gods and the feeling was getting worse daily.

You were taken out of your thoughts by the sound of someone yelling. You brushed it off, everyone was always having nightmares at camp.

Then you heard them yelling for help and you realised something was wrong. Everyone would be asleep by now and you knew you would have to help.

You didn't want to play the hero. Everyone here acted like some sort of Greek hero and you hated it. But you knew you had to help so you looked around for something and spotted a sword at the side of the bed. You ignored the concussed teenager asleep in the bed as you picked the sword up, jotting down a note.

It was heavy in your hands and you didn't know how you would use it but knew you had to leave quickly. It was unbalanced, unnatural and you were not the best swordsman so you also picked up your bow and arrow, strapping that to your back before you ran off.

You rushed to the Big House for backup but as you got closer, you could hear the yells getting more desperate and knew there was no time. You had to help them and soon.

Muscle memory and adrenaline took you through the woods, trying to find where the voices were coming from.

You called out at the top of the hill, asking if there was anyone there but you heard nothing.

For a second, the noise had completely stopped and you felt your cheeks warm up. This had to be some sort of prank to get back at you for fighting the head of the Ares cabin.

You scoffed, turning around and preparing to leave. You could not believe that you fell for it and you could feel the embarrassment in your cheeks.

That's when you heard the little girls voice again, "Help! Somebody!"

You could see a figure by the camp sign now, illuminated by the fire. "Shit! Shit!"

There was no hesitation as you ran down the hill, not even stopping when you saw the fury hovering over the group of teenagers. There were four people there, one that you recognised as a satyr.

"Run annabeth! Take her Luke!" The main girl said, a large stick in her hands as she tried to bat the fury away.

You froze.

Fight or flight.

You could stay here and help the little girl as she held onto the boy's jacket or you could turn back and pretend that you haven't seen any of this. You knew the latter wasn't even an option.

"You don't have a real weapon!” The boy called out, eyes wide.

That's when you remembered you was there. You ran into the clearing and the kids turned to look at her in shock. They had not expected some hero to come out of the shadows but you were no hero, just someone who had stumbled into the situation.

You stepped into the clearing, "Here," you yelled out, throwing the girl the sword and she caught it quickly.

They all watched as you pulled your bow and arrow out, drawing it and taking a deep breath before shooting at the fury without any care for your own safety. At the same time, the punk looking girl stabbed the fury before being knocked to the floor.

The boy tucked the little girl into his chest as he watched the other girl get hit by the fury, falling over. He let out a yell.

You could only stand there and watch it all unfold. you didn't even know this girl's name and yet she was dying in front of you.

The little girl was sobbing now, the sounds muted as she tucked her head into the boys chest. He was trying to hide it but his chest was heaving up and down.

There was a second when the fury looked at you and you knew you were next. The fury was clutching its arm from where you had hit her. She looked at the camper, sneering before flying off. Her job was done.

In a matter of seconds, lightning struck the teenage girl and she began to turn into a tree, branches springing from her arms and greenery growing around her head.

There was silence. Nobody knew what to say, especially not you who was confused out of your mind.

You looked at the satyr and then you recognised him. He was the same one that saved you from that police station, "Grover, what's going on?” you asked, looking at the satyr.

His hands were shaking as he gestured towards them, "Meet our new residents of camp,"

"What the fu-" you pointed at the tree, yelling out in confusion, "What in the God's name is going on? She's a tree!"

The boy looked at you angrily and you recognised that look in his eye all too well, "The better question is who the hell are you?" The boy said defensively.

You threw your bow on the floor, adrenaline still coursing rapidly through your veins, "I saved your life," you spat the words out.

He walked over to you, towering over you and you wondered how old he was, "She still died," he spat out.

This close, you could see the cut on his jaw, the bruise growing on his shoulder and the tears that were drying on his cheeks. He looked almost ethereal in the fire light.

There was anger in both of your eyes and as you looked at him, you realised that nobody had ever looked at you like that. It was like looking at your reflection in the mirror.

You scoffed, ignoring the feeling in your chest, "I tried my best,"

Grover walked over, interrupting the two of them before they could get into a physical fight, "This is our Healer,"

There was silence as the two teenagers looked at one another, neither of them standing down. He seemed angry and it was understood but there was no need to take it out on you.

It was you who turned away first, "Come on in. You both need to be checked on and I'm working the night shift. Grover, go get Chiron,"

He nodded and when they reached the camp, Grover split off from the group to go to the Big House.

You could feel the tension in the air as you walked towards the medical hut. There was silence and you could remember how nerve wracking it was for you when you had arrived here. You felt a little bit rude for yelling at him now.

“This way,” you lead them to the medical bay and the boy with the concussion was out cold so you just turned the lights on, ushering the two inside.

You turned to the boy and decided not to make this too awkward, "How old is she?" You asked.

He narrowed his eyes at you before caving, "Seven," he said begrudgingly. He clearly didn't like you.

You turned to where the little girl was sitting on the bed and knelt down in front of her. You could remember how scared you were when you had arrived and you wanted to make it as comfortable for her as you could.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" You asked, trying to not scare her.

The little girl looked over your shoulder at the boy behind you and he nodded, arms folded across his chest. You was just making sure he thought that she was safe to talk

"Annabeth," she replied.

"That's such a pretty name. Now, tell me, does anything really hurt?" You asked with a smile.

She nodded and gestured down at her leg, "I twisted my ankle," she stated.

"Your ankle? Let me have a look," you sat down on the floor and looked up at the girl and she nodded. you then rolled up her trouser leg a little bit to look at it.

You examined it for a second, "It's a little swollen, do you want me to wrap it up?” Annabeth must have been so freaked out by all of this, you didn't want to scare her at all.

Annabeth nodded and you reached over to the side for some bandage and wrapped it around her ankle, tying it together before standing up.

You grabbed the Ambrosia, handing it to her, "Now. This is magic okay, you eat a little bit of this and it will male you feel better instantly,"

She was hesitant at first and then when she took a bite, she ate the whole bit. She smiled and looked at you, muttering a thank you.

You helped her up and then turned to look at the boy behind her, "I'll help your big brother now,"

Luke had been standing there the whole time, arms folded across his chest as he judged what you were doing. He didn't trust anything related to the Gods, especially not some weird medic.

"I don't need to be examined by a child," he said with a scoff

You looked at him again, narrowing your eyes, "I'm thirteen. I doubt you're much older than me,"

There was tension between the two young teenagers. Anyone worth a pulse could see it and they could tell that there was a shared anger between the two.

"Thirteen," he scoffed at the idea of you looking after him, "who taught you medical practices?"

You were starting to get mad. You couldn't understand why this kid wasn't going to just let you look after him when he needed it.

There was an anger at the gods on him that you recognised but there was no need to take it out on you.

"I'm a child of Apollo, i was born with it in my blood," You poked him in the chest before stepping back, "Now sit your ass down,"

He looked at Annabeth and she gave him a smile like she wanted him to get looked after. He sighed, he couldn’t let her down so he sat down on the bed.

You folded your arms across your chest, "Same question I asked Annabeth. Does anything really hurt?" You asked. You were mean to him, ignoring all of your bedside manners.

He shook his head, lips pursed together, "You didn't ask me what my name was,"

You sighed, folding your arms across your chest, "What's your name?" You asked, tone dripping in sarcasm.

"Luke," he looked over at Annabeth and the girl was smiling now and he smiled too. It was the first time he’d seen her smile in weeks, "And I'm fourteen,"

You looked down at the injury for a second, "This needs stitches," you said when you saw a wound in his shoulder, it had cut through his shirt and was starting to bleed a lot more.

You could tell that he knew that he needed to get helped but that he was so stubborn that he wasn't going to get it done. It was a pretty bad wound.

"I'll be fine," he turned his head away, stubborn, "I don't need your magic, i don't need any help for the Gods,"

You were starting to get mad at him now. He was stubborn, too stubborn, "I don't work for them," you said, scoffing, "Now do you want it stitched up or not?"

There was silence for a second and then he nodded his head. He knew that he needed help even if he was a little bit reluctant to it. You smiled with the knowledge that you had convinced him.

"Annabeth, can you go and get changed into these nice new clothes? You can go into that little room there," you picked up some spare clothes from a pile and handed them to her.

The girl smiled before walking away, "Thank you,"

"You’re welcome sweetheart," you watched as she walked away, closing the door.

You could feel your heart sink in your chest. You couldnt imagine having to come here at such a young age, it broke your heart.

You turned around and looked at Luke, a smirk growing on your face, "You're gonna have to take your shirt off,"

There was a second where you could see the blush riding to hours bells at the idea but he decided to just be annoying about it.

He was cocky about it, pulling his shirt off slowly before handing it to you. You had to hide the blush on your cheeks as you pulled up a stool, sitting in front of him.

The cut wasn't just on his shoulder, it spanned down a couple of centimetres through his chest. You placed the stool in front of him, sitting down.

"This is gonna sting," you said as you brushed the area with a disinfectant. He winced at the feeling of it on his cut, hand clutching onto the bed underneath him.

You muttered a sorry as you pulled the wipe away, placing it down before putting your gloves on and getting ready to stitch him back up.

You gave him a look, “You know, I could just give you ambrosia, then it would heal quicker,” you suggested.

He shook his head, “I dont want help from the Gods. We do this like mortals or not at all,”

You could tell something had really happened to him in his life to make him hate the gods so much and whatever it was it must have been bad.

“You’re decision,” you muttered as you started to sew him up, starting on the easier part on his chest and then moving up to the deep section on his shoulder.

He was tense and you didn't know what to do to try and calm him down, he just had to sit there and get on with it. You didn't want to hurt him.

As you reached the last stitch on his shoulder, pulling it tight and then tying it, he winced and then muttered a curse word under his breath. you looked up at him, feeling guilty.

"Sorry," you muttered under your breath, “But i'm done now,”

"No, I'm sorry. I was a jerk to you," he muttered your name quietly after that, almost like he felt embarrassed that he had remembered and you looked up at him. You didn't know that he had remembered your name.

You could feel your cheeks warmed up at the idea and you gave him a half hearted smile, "Thanks," you said, brushing another wipe over his chest and shoulder.

"I am sorry. My friend just died," he explained, tears burning in the back of his eyes at the thought.

"She had a Heroes death," you said before scoffing and then looking around to make sure that nobody could hear, "Not that that's worth anything. The Gods still let her die, they let them all die,"

Luke's face lit up as you said that. Nobody had ever shared his hatred towards the Gods before and all of the anger that he had towards you vanished in as second as he looked into your eyes.

His smile was infectious and you could feel one growing on your face just at the sight of him, "You're right! They're awful,”

There was another lightning strike and you could hear the thunder rumbling outside of the camp. Zeus did not like that criticism of his role as a father.

"Might not want to say that here," you said with a laugh.

Luke laughed too and you smiled at the sound, it was nice to hear someone laugh. He liked it as well, he couldn't remember the last time he laughed.

You smiled to yourself. You couldn't remember the last time that you had laughed with someone. It was nice to feel connected to someone, even if you’d only just met.

You handed him a camp shirt, assuming his size. He thanked you before pulling it over his head and then fixing his hair.

Annabeth walked out wearing one of your old shirts. You smiled, reaching your hand out and feeling the girl take it. She instantly cuddled up to you, not fully understanding what had happened that night.

You held close, eyes meeting Lukes. He reached forward, brushing a hand over Annabeth’s hair.

"You look great, I’m just gonna show you guys to the cabin a-" you started to explain before Chiron walked into the room.

They all went silent and as he looked at the group, Grover standing by his side, her knew this was it. There was a bad feeling in his chest and he knew that the prophecy that he had been fearing was going to come true soon. How did he know? Just a feeling.

A/N: Parts of this fic come from my other fic The Outsiders (linked here) so don't worry if it looks familiar or if you think it's plagiarised, I wrote both versions. If you want to read that you can.

This is the first part of a three chapter fic and this will be nothing like my book. This is a seperate fic, the start is just familiar.

Also. They are thirteen and fourteen in this chapter but by the time there is any romance, they will be 18. Please don't be weird about them.

[z0-ne]

Hii!!(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

I have a request!(⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠)

Goku has a step sister, that's stronger then Beerus and they need her help to deaft the enemy but no one knew that Goku had a step sister till Whis said that they needed her and will go looking for her.

Have a nice day!!! :D

Okay! Since this is a character stronger than Beerus I'm gonna try to keep it along the canon rankings for now! So the reader will be part angel! Bardock being the father!

Here we go again (GOKU X READER PLATONIC!!)

"Say that again?" When given the news Goku was aghast. The last time he had heard he had a sibling...well he was killed. So to hear he has another that's a lot stronger this time. What is he gonne do if they're evil too?

"what can't hear? He just said you have a sister stronger than me."

Beerus snapped, clearly a bit butt-hurt by the sound of it which is why his voice seems extra harsh. It's in everyone's interest to just leave him to his pudding cups for now and not talk to him at all which is why Goku apologizes and turns back to Whis.

"Ah- Yeah sorry Lord Beerus, but you said she was older? Just how many years are we talkin? Why didn't she come with Raditz? Is she anything like Raditz?"

Goku has so many questions that just desperately need answers or his brain might blow- or he'll loose what's left of it after all the head hits he has taken over the years. Throwing caution to the wind is usually his go to, but considering his family has a knack with kidnapping his children he cant take the risk especially with Goten being so young.

Hearing Goku become so frantic causes Whis to laugh, trying to stifle it back but failing in the end when it should have died down by now.

"Oh hoho! You needn't worry, she's only a year older than you."

Just as fast as he started laughing his fit came to an end and he became serious his eyes relaxed and his smile dropped into a serious frown.

"However, I would imagine her mother was disposed of for breeding with a saiyan. I am not sure what exactly happened but I do know that she likely would've been killed immediately had she been found out."

Goku doesn't like the sudden shift in the atmosphere, and he's not sure what's more unsettling, Whis's laughter or his seriousness. What he does know is the most disturbing part of this conversation has to be the slightly unknown threat that is his step-sister especially if she supposedly has half the strength Whis does.

Then Whis turns around, and after a while he glances back at Goku as he waits for him to grab onto his shoulder to locate and find his sister. The one that's gonna fix this slip up of a monster.

"Now lets go, You'll be helping me retrieve her For your sake. Hope that she is nothing like Raditz."

His voice is full of warning, and Goku swallows a large lump in his throat. For some reason this feels like trying to find his sister might go wrong and be a big mistake, like he's aware he's getting into a fight he can't win.

"I also hope she has no animosity towards her father..." He shivers at the thought which really doesn't help with Goku's stress that's already building.

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You were a violent woman. You are a violent woman, it seems like it's just in your blood. Everything seems to upset you but nobody you know really understands why. it made childhood so lonely but even then for some reason, it hardly bothered you.

Getting through life you were quick to realize that you should isolate yourself from everyone else, and they were fine with that. Afterall you're basically a safety hazard and the people of your "home" can't take it anymore.

Thinking about your mother? Now you've gone and tore a city down. Thinking about your no good father who cursed you from birth with his blood? You almost blew a hole reaching towards the planets core. It was a constant problem, so when you were old enough you made sure to distance yourself more.

Don't get it twisted, the people of the planet don't exactly hate you. Afterall without you they're sure they would've been enslaved to one of king cold's armies or even worse on of his son's armies. Its trusty to have an unforgiving "hero" so they show their appreciation by bringing you part of their yearly crops, which is more than enough to be completely honest.

Its not bad. At least that's what you tell yourself. It could be worse, you could be dead like your mom, and probably like your dad.

He'd better be dead at the very least.

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Another day, another hole to patch in your home, which is really just a cave you stole from the odd creature that lived within it now part of it having made a home within your digestive system. Big enough to fill you up luckily.

Unfortunately it's cave can't withstand your spurs of rage, and you have to use a bigger rock to patch the hole in the cave. Easy work, at least for someone with your abilities.

"I guess I'm done...I should go look for some food, I'm hungry.."

You mumble under your breath, your eyes absent mindedly still tracing over the odd looking patch-job on your wall. It's "home" it has been for a while now but looking at the hole makes you feel something that for once possibly isn't anger or hunger but it still feels as bad as those two.

"ugh...what is that..." Gripping your stomach you groan and sigh before turning away from the wall, its bothersome to stare at it long. That off feeling will go away, it usually does...

So you leave your cave, and take a deep breath of the fresh air coming from outside. You look ahead and see the weirdly bent trees that go for miles. They are endless, you checked. The grass is purple and as you walk through it, its quiet.

Eventually you made it to a lake, its water clear and you can see the rocks underneath as you kneel to sit down, putting a hand on the soft purple grass beneath you, cupping a free hand into the water, its chill refreshing against your rough scarred hands. You bring it to your lips and drink, taking in its soothing coolness throughout your body and letting it relax your mind.

You close your eyes, enjoying the peaceful sound of the odd creatures of the planet, honestly the good thing about being alone is the gentle peaceful noises of your nature. The barks of the birds, the croaks of the frogs in the lakes, the light splash of the fish in the water, and the-

"Hi!! I'm Goku!!"

Without warning a loud disturbance rang through your ears as you quickly fell into the pond, letting out a string of curses as you fell in.

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Whis saw you fall into the pond but makes no efforts to help, his eyes go wide and his mouth goes into an 'o' shape showing how surprised he is that Goku would suddenly do that. He then turns to Goku and glares at him.

"...oops..." Goku mumbles as he looked at the pond you just fell in.

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The cold water engulfed your body. It almost put you in shock had you not caught it, your eyes opened as you take in your surroundings underwater. The fish as colorful as usual but then your eyebrows furrow as you remember the interruption.

'Who the hell-' You start to think as you look up, but your thought is immediately cut short as your eyes widened at what you see.

That spikey black hair...those big black eyes... that guy...looks like...

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"Hey, They haven't come up for air yet- do you think we should-" Goku starts but Whis cuts him off rather quickly

"no no give her just a moment I would know if she drowned or not I'm sure." He reassures although he's just about as unsure as Goku at this point, but he refuses to ever admit he's as clueless as Goku no matter the situation. No hate towards him, its just...its Goku.

Suddenly they both have to jump back as the water from the area spurts up in a sudden blast of sorts, temporarily impairing their vision as to what's going on.

Without any sort of warning all Goku sees last minute when he looks to his left is your fist a little too close to be anywhere near safe. It makes contact with the side of his head and in short

it hurts

Don't get him wrong, he's been hit before and it hurt like hell, I mean he's died before and obviously that hurts too but that- it hurt way too much for his comfort, in a way that makes him feel like the sense just got punched into him that he can't win this fight.

Usually he can bounce back even if he knows deep down he can't win, he'll have some hope, but that hit felt different than any other. It almost knocked his head off for petesake.

He is knocked far, fairly far. When he finally gets to his feet his head feels like its spinning, god, even Beerus didn't hit him that hard... and its Beerus, the same cat that almost destroyed the earth.

"Ah- Damn...what the- what was that!?" He asked nobody in particular before he floats above the ground, to fly his way back to where Whis hopefully still is.

As he flies over he cant help but think to himself 'This isn't good, she's stronger than Beerus, and it's like she's trying to kill us right off the bat!' His eyebrows furrow as he tries to think of a possible way to go about fighting someone like you.

As far as he can think he's gonna have to wing it for now, until he gets a good grip on your fighting style.

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He can't.

He can't do it. He can't get a grip on how you fight, all he knows for now is you're good at close range but when he thinks he's got it down pack at tries to get a distance you end up behind him, and it doesn't help that he cant sense you.

"I'm gonna kill you for even thinking to come here!" He hears you yell in the distance of the trees and he's just so confused on what he even did wrong.

This is a disaster, and what's even worse is the fact that Whis doesn't have much of a plan either. 'Just distract her! Like that's so easy to do!' Goku thinks to himself, feeling his frustration growing and his blood draining from the many wounds you've left on him.

He tries to get some distance again, bringing you back around Whis but you're fast, just as he thinks he's gonna turn left, here you are landing a rib-shattering punch to his side.

"Ack!" Blood and spit spurts from his mouth as he's knocked through trees and rolls on the ground just hardly able to catch himself as he slings himself up before you try and crush him with another hit.

"We just wanna talk!" He tries to reason and dodge at the same time.

"And I just want your stupid king to leave the planet alone!!" You snap at him, your eyes giving way to your rage as you charge up an attack.

"WHAT KING?" His words only fill you with more rage as you yell at him for his false stupidity. "Don't play dumb! I know you work with king cold!"

He barely dodges your blast without getting burnt a bit. "Who!?"

He seems genuinely confused, because he is. It makes you stop attacking, but you keep a stance just in case. You raise an eyebrow at him. "You Don't know King Cold? what about cooler? Or Freeza?" You question him, your voice still loud and your tone harsh albeit the confusion layered within it.

"What?! no! I beat the two of them! They hate me! They're terrible people I would never work for them!" He says, sounding out of breath and offended at the thought that you assumed he worked for them, because he was a bit offended.

He beat them? "You beat them?" You asked, your tone a lot less hostile and harsh, now more confused than anything as your stance falters ever so slightly.

He slowly lowers himself to the ground, falling on his knees as sweet and blood drips onto the soft purple grass and he takes deep heavy breaths, he's heavily injured more than he could've expected to be and you- well he landed one good hit.

"I'm...your brother...Goku... Sayain...from... planet earth...need help..." He attempts to explain but Goku has passed out from bloodloss enough times to know what he's about to black out and right now he's not gonna stay up for much longer if he can hardly get out a correct sentence.

The amount of bloodloss and pain gives him a familiar nauseous feeling, he blinks slowly before his eyes close and he falls onto the soft grass with a thump.

"My brother?...Oh." You look down at the guy, his body bloodied and battered and his outfit torn, at least his pants somehow stayed in tact.

You look over to see the one with blue skin and white hair approach, a neutral expression on his face despite how you just brutalized his acquaintance.

"If you're done, we came here for your help. A threat even the god of destruction himself can't defeat-" Before he gets into the big details you just cut him off.

"Is it a threat to this planet I'm on?" The rest of the universe isn't a big concern, but when it becomes an inconvenience to the decent life you've got going on here on this planet then you'll actually care to put in an effort.

It's all you have really and it'd suck to loose it.

"I- Yes and we-" Once again you interrupt him, he doesn't need to do all that talking when you already made up your mind when you heard the word 'yes'.

"I'll do it." You shrug and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow as you've interrupted him twice now, but after a few minutes of staring at eachother with unchanging expressions he sighs, rolling his eyes and smacking his lips in annoyance.

He waves the staff over Goku's unconscious body and heals his more intense injuries before hoisting the man under his arm and walking a few steps away from you.

Then he stops and looks back at you. "come on, put your hand on my shoulder." He sighs as you surprisingly listen.

"You Sayains are so rude." He huffs, but you pay little attention to his words as you can only think of one thing.

'They better have meat where we're going.'

[genderflu1dwh0r]

Are you stupid?

You can be racist and have POC friends, Jason is way worse than Billy any day. Jason isn't the one being abused by his father everyday, he isn't poor, he didn't get taken from his home and live with a step sibling that he didn't know that well.

Jason is a horrible person and got his friend to tackle Erica, then he held a gun at Lucas. You can't tell me that that isn't racist, you can't tell me that's worse than what Billy ever did. Jason said "I thought you were one of the good ones". That. Is. Racist.

Billy got his bad traits from his father. Billy got beat by his father. Billy was crying into the phone for his mom to come home. Billy had no support system. Steve was the only person that Billy bullied and tormented, and in my opinion, Steve is a worse character than Billy.

Steve threw slurs, while Billy got slurs thrown at him by his own father. Just because you don't care about abuse victims, doesn't mean you have to spread your hate.

I think that Billy just wanted Lucas to stop hanging around because if Neil found out, Billy would be the one getting beat. Neil would probably hurt Lucas way more than Billy could have ever done. Billy was protecting Max and himself, he was scared that Neil would find out. He did care and love Max, he just showed it in some confusing ways.

Also, the Duffer brothers are racist, they wanted Dacre to say the N word. Dacre protested and it ended up not happening. Billy saying the N word isn't canon, cause it didn't happen in the show. Stop always going to that excuse for him being a bad person. He never said any slur.

People say "if the actor wasn't hot, then people wouldn't have liked him" and I disagree. His character is very interesting. He has a backstory, he has trauma, he has an actual interesting plot unlike any other character. Dacre is also a very amazing actor, he was able to make Billy even more interesting.

Dacre has said that his art imitates his life. He put his own life into the character, he didn't have a great relationship with his dad, he has said this.

Max is a horrible person too, she drugged Billy with something that she didn't know was in, almost hit him with Steve's bat, screamed at him before leaving and stealing his car. Billy could have died on the floor, he was drugged and had no car. Tell me that that isn't abuse. Just because Billy grabbed her wrist ONE time, doesn't mean it's abuse.

Siblings fight all the time, it's just what happens. Especially how their family dynamics was. I and many others have fights with our siblings. You get over it in like a day. That doesn't make Billy a bad person. He did some really shitty things, yes. But that doesn't excuse all the hate he gets. He's a complex character, no other character is like him.

That's why he's my baby boy. I relate to him, I'm an abuse victim, I love knowing that I have a character to relate to. Stop blaming abuse victims on how they grew up, they can change. He could have changed if he didn't die. He could have, but nobody let him.

Nobody tried to help him. He didn't have a support system. The people who compare Jonathan to Billy are wild, cause Jonathan did have a support system, his mother did so much. Billy had nobody. His father beat him, hi stepmother did NOTHING to stop Neil, she just watched. She was clearly abused too, but she's the adult, she has to be there for Billy. She has to get Max away from all of this, which in season 4, she did. But she turned into an even worse mom.

Right here. He was trying to get help, he was trying to get the MF to get out. He wanted someone to help him. He kept fighting, and that's how he saved everyone on the day he died. He knew he was going to die, he was sobbing.

Try to think before talking bad against Billy.

Why do people say Vecna/Henry/Jason/Troy/James/Angela are better than Billy?

Vecna/Henry literally tried to kill children and the whole world. Billy wanted to have some fun and games, he would never go to prison for killing a child. He was never going to hit Mike, Lucas, Dustin, or Will.

Troy/James made Mike jump off of a fucking cliff while wanting to take Dustins teeth out. Tell me that isn't fucked. MIKE WOULD HAVE DIED IF EL WASN'T THERE!!

Jason held a fucking gun to Lucas's head and got Erica hurt. He sent a witch-hunt over Eddie and that ended up killing that poor boy. Literally, he was poor and Jason is a rich christian white boy. Tell me that isn't classist. Jason also did this to get information out of a kid.

Angela deserved the roller skate to the face for what she did to El. I would have done the same thing, El never deserved any of what she went through there.

Anyone going to object? Cause you can't, my points are spot on. Why aren't we gonna get mad at Jamie Campbell Bower over saying he relates to Vecna/Henry? If Dacre is bad for doing so, why can't we shame Jamie for the same thing?

I would count the MF taking over Billy like that as a reference of sexual assault. His body gets taken away from him, he is crying for help, he is scared and tried to tell someone. I've talked to SA survivors and they agree.

Anyway, I am pissed at Billy antis and I am just so done with them.

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The GaaNaru Letters (part 3/?)

Part 1 Part 2

Dear Gaara,

I'm back in the village. You were right-- it was Tsunade that Pervy Sage was talking about. She's an old hag, but really strong. Oh, and Pervy Sage's name is Jiraiya. He's the one who taught me how to summon toads! He's supposed to be a legendary ninja, but he's really just a pervert.

Orochimaru-bastard was trying to get at Granny Tsunade too. We had to fight him, and it was my second time almost getting eaten by a giant snake. It was so gross!! But on the bright side, I mastered this awesome new jutsu that Pervy Sage taught me. It's called 'rasengan'. The old hag thought it was too tough for me to do, but I bet her I could master in in a week AND I DID! How awesome am I right now? I want to try it against your sand next time we see each other.

What I didn't have time to say last time is that your dad sucks. A lot. I know he's dead and everything and you're not supposed to say bad things about dead people, but what you said about him just makes me so angry!! How is it your fault that your mom died when you were born? Babies can't do anything about stuff like that. And it's not like you signed up for Shukaku either. What a jerk!

Bushy Brows is doing better now that Granny is here. She's doing a surgery for him, and then he can really get back on his feet. Everyone is doubting that he can be a shinobi again, but they're wrong. He won't stop until he's back in fighting shape, I know it. Sasuke woke up today, but he hasn't said anything yet. That bastard better fix his attitude soon, because he's upsetting Sakura-chan with his sulking.

I don't know why those guys are after us. Were you able to get your sensei to look into it? Also, how are things going with your siblings? It's good that they don't want to hit you. Family shouldn't hurt each other. You asked if they could be blamed for resenting you and I think... I don't know, kinda? I think they should know that your dad was so unfair to you. Even if you were scary, they're still your family, and if they weren't gonna give you a chance then why should you give them a chance, you know? But it sounds like they're giving you one now?

Sincerely, Naruto Uzumaki

PS: It doesn't count as you kicking my ass because you're the one who backed down! :p

Naruto Uzumaki,

I would like you to elaborate on the giant snake.

It is astounding to me that you refer to two of the measurably greatest ninja of our time as "old hag" and "Pervy Sage." I suppose the saying that familiarity breeds contempt is true-- though you don't seem to regard them with contempt. Tsunade has reached out to the council here in the Sand, and work is underway to repair the relationship between our two villages.

I am interested in this new jutsu. Your repertoire seemed somewhat limited when we fought, though it does not seem to be a problem for you with the amount of chakra you have. And, of course, I should not speak too much- I use my sand almost exclusively in battle.

I do not know Uchiha well, but I know his eyes. I know what silence means with them. Be careful with him, Naruto.

My siblings are... well. Giving me a chance, as you say. Kankuro has made a point of asking me to train with him. Well, he says train with him, but it is more him demonstrating his puppets to me. I have smashed many of them in the past, but I no longer wish to do so. He is very proud of them, and he should be-- ninja puppets require fine chakra control, and he is very skilled. I never noticed how skilled before. It is as though I am seeing him with new eyes. Temari has introduced me to her ferret summons, and has taken to preparing juice for Kankuro and I when we return from training. Kankuro complains that she is treating us like children, but is always happy for his juice. He contradicts himself like this often, I've noticed.

I am strangely grateful for your sentiments regarding my father. It is probably best that you do not speak them to my siblings, however.

Does Rock Lee hate m I had Temari tell Baki that she'd heard rumors about the Akatsuki, and the council is investigating. No one will know where she actually heard the rumors from. Now that our villages are collaborating, hopefully we will be sharing information freely as it comes.

I went for a walk as the sun set last night, and came to a noodle shop. The owner saw me and closed the windows. I have frightened her before. A child's ball landed at my feet. I saw him looking for it. I kicked it back towards him, and he thanked me. His mother pulled him away, but did not stop him from waving goodbye. Is this hope? I do not want to keep fostering fear within my village, but even my presence terrifies most of them. I cannot help but wonder- what would you do in place, Naruto Uzumaki?

Sincerely, Gaara of the Desert

PS: What does " :p " mean?

Dear Gaara,

The giant snakes are from Orochimaru. He's a FREAK with them. The first time was in the Forest of Death during the Chunin exam- that evil bastard had snuck in and attacked us. That's when he gave Sasuke that curse mark on his neck. The second time was when I was with Pervy Sage and Granny Tsunade. I broke a bone that time-- the snakes were so, so, so big. Like bigger than buildings! And slimy inside.

Sasuke has been acting kind of weird since the curse mark thing, and now he's acting even weirder. I guess it kind of makes sense. This isn't classified or anything so I can tell you- one of the Akatsuki that attacked me was Sasuke's brother, who also killed his whole clan! Having that happen when he was little is a big part of why Sasuke is such a jerk. But I understand him, you know? He was left alone. And Itachi's sharingan eye is different from Sasuke's and scrambled his head and that's why Granny Tsunade had to help him.

Sasuke is angry about Itachi, is what I'm saying. Even more than usual. If I can get him to sit and talk to me, I think maybe I should tell him about why his brother was after me. Sasuke and Sakura-chan don't know about Kyuubi, no one my age does. I guess I'm kind of scared to tell them. Even though they're my teammates and I trust them, I just don't want them to look at me different. But Sasuke is so angry. Is that what you meant by being careful with him? Sasuke wouldn't ACTUALLY hurt me, you know? Not any more than I would hurt him if we fought!

You use a lot of big words-- I had to look up "repertoire". Also- hey! There's lots of different uses for shadow clones, you know. I don't think it should count as limited. Also learning new jutsu is kind of hard for me, so I just try to get really really food at the ones I am good at. Besides, you also saw my summoning jutsu! And you didn't see my Sexy Jutsu.

Also, I don't feel contempt at all. I just tell it like it is. I had to look that one up too.

About people being afraid of you- I think a lot of the time, people are scared of things that are bigger than them, or things that they don't understand. People hate that sometimes. Lots of people in the village hates me, and it used to be lots more when I was younger. But little by little I'm getting people to see me. It all started with Mr. Ichiraku at the Ramen stand. Then Sasuke and Iruka-sensei. Just show them that you're not a monster. And to show them, you have to let them see you. I guess if I were you, I'd be pretty hurt. But I would go back to the noodle shop and buy noodles. Or maybe go find another place where they let me in and eat there. Then people can see that I'm not so bad! If you're not so mysterious, there's not a lot to be scared of.

There are some people who like mysterious. Like all the girls who think Sasuke is cute because they aren't around him enough to know that he's an asshole under those cheekbones.

Sincerely, Naruto Uzumaki

PS: :p is me sticking my tongue out! I wanted you to know since you can't see my face. I hope I can see your face again sometime!

Part 4

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Neteyam x Avatar reader

->Chapter 2

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The next few days went by like a blur. You hung out with Lo'ak and some of his friends. Neteyam however, was busy with his father-- completing various duties and patrolling.

Neteyam had always hated having to do these tasks because they diminished his ability to feel like a normal teenager. Part of the reason why you were able to become such close friends, was because you got comfort in confiding in each other. Both sharing your deepest secrets and views.

You would sometimes see him in the mornings and evenings, walking about with Jake. The two of you would always greet each other, this made you happy because you were speaking to each other again.

A celebration was going to be hosted in a few days by one of Lo'aks friends, and you had been invited. It was to celebrate a successful hunt in which he had participated, the week before.

It was the only thing talked about as the days led up to it.

The morning air felt fresh as you and Spider made your way over uto meet up with some of the Sully siblings. The two of you were lost in a random conversation, until Spider brought up the upcoming celebration.

"Are you going to the celebration?" He asked, turning his head to glance at you. Excitement bloomed as spoke. He looked ahead at the path and before you were able to reply, he continued.

"I know I am. It's going to be so much fun, I even heard Neteyam say he might go." He said, blatantly teasing you.

He smiled a little at that last part and looked over at you again.

You knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of you, him and Lo'ak were making it their mission to keep teasing you about your crush on Neteyam.

You scoffed softly at his statement," I don't see why Neteyam is always mentioned every time we talk about, well-- anything." You said, annoyed.

He laughed next to you, earning an eye roll from you.

"And no, I'm not going." You said.

"Not really a big fan of parties." You added. Even when you were on Earth, you had never liked going to parties.

You sped up your pace, inorder to avoid another conversation, where Neteyam would be mentioned.

When you arrived outside the Sully's residence, Kiri, Lo'ak and Tuk were waiting near the entrance. You and Spider greeted them, you then bent down to hug Tuk. She had always been so sweet, in fact on some occasions when she saw you she would give you necklaces she had made for you.

It always warmed your heart, but you were quite confused on why she had taken such a liking to you, she certainly didn't care about Spider as much, evident because she usually ignored him.

The five of you began walking to the lake, a chorus of talking and laughter radiating from your group.

Soon enough, you reached the lake. Spider and Lo'ak took the liberty of racing each other on the last stretch of the pathway.

"Loser gets to punch the other!" Lo'ak shouted, running as if his life depended on it, with Spider not far behind him. A loud splash was heard a few seconds later, and another one right after.

You and Kiri looked at each other and shook your heads whilst laughing.

You made your way over to the bank of the lake and sat down. Kiri sat down on your right, while Tuk was more interested in playing with the sand.

You looked over to Kiri, "So, are you going to the gathering?" You asked.

You heard her sigh. "Yeah... unfortunately, my parents are forcing me to go." She said whilst shifting to sit more comfortably.

"They said something about not wanting me to miss out or whatever." She added.

"Okay." You nodded looking over to the lake, then turned to her again.

"To be fair, they're kinda right. I honestly don't remember the last time you went to a gathering." You looked over to her, chuckling lightly.

She gave you an 'are you serious' face in response to your statement. Her face was slightly irritated.

"Aren't you supposed to be on my side-- since you're my friend. Besides, I already know you don't want to go either." She said, gesturing towards you.

You laughed softly, "Okay, you're right, I don't want to go either." You said.

You laughed more when she rolled her eyes at you.

"Can you please go to gathering-- for me at least?" She pleaded, as she put her hands together and made a sad face at you.

"It would be boring without you." She said.

The thought of being in a crowded area made you nervous. You sighed.

"Kiri, I-- dont know... sorry." You replied, putting your hand on her shoulder, comfortingly.

She looked back in front of her, looking moderately defeated. She didn't want to give up just yet though, so she tried one more time to convince you.

"We'll be together the whole time, and-- if you feel uncomfortable then we can leave." She said, looking at you and waiting for a response.

"I promise." She added.

You pondered for a few seconds, but ultimately, you gave in to your friend's pleading. You sighed, "Okay-- I'll go with you." You replied, and smiled at her.

You fell onto your left side when she jumped at you with no warning whatsoever, to hug you with so much force. You both laughed when you fell over, still in an embrace.

You were going to the celebration afterall. The memory of what Spider said began to circle your mind. Was Neteyam actually going to be there? You thought perhaps he would be too busy to attend.

This thought lingered in your mind for a while...

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->Chapter 4

Thank you for reading, I appreciate every read! 🥺❤️❤️

[mcu-binge]

LOVE IN BROOKLYN pt 6

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

Sundays had always been sacred in my family, ever since I could remember. No matter what was going on in our individual lives, no matter the arguments or the tension, we always gathered around the dinner table for a weekly family meal. It was an unspoken rule—one of the few things we still held onto as a family. And, as the youngest, it had always fallen to me to ensure everything ran smoothly.

I pulled up to my parents' house, the familiar sight of the old, warm stucco and terracotta tiles greeting me like an old friend. The house hadn't changed much over the years, and neither had my family. Inside, I knew my mother was probably already in the kitchen, preparing the spread for tonight's dinner, while my father was either watching TV or sitting outside on the porch. My siblings? That was another story.

I took a deep breath, grabbed the containers of extra food I had made at the bakery for dessert, and headed inside.

"¡Mija!" my mother's voice greeted me the second I stepped through the door. She was at the stove, stirring something in a large pot. The smells of chiles, tomatoes, and cilantro hit me immediately—familiar and comforting.

"Hey, mamá." I leaned over to kiss her cheek, careful not to disrupt her cooking.

"Are those the pan dulces you made?" she asked, glancing at the containers in my arms with approval.

I nodded, setting them on the counter. "Yeah, I made conchas and a couple of churros too. Figured we'd mix it up."

She gave me an appreciative nod but then frowned as if something was missing. "Your brother and sisters are late, as usual," she muttered, shaking her head.

"They'll be here," I assured her, though even I had my doubts, I pulled my phone out and began texting all of them. Family dinners had become more of a chore than a cherished tradition for my older siblings in recent years. It felt like every time we gathered, there was some kind of tension or underlying argument that hadn't quite been resolved. My dad hadn't exactly taken too well that none of them wanted to take over the family businesses. I was the only one who really pushed for it anymore.

I stepped out of the kitchen and found my dad sitting on the couch, watching a soccer game. His face was as stern as ever, a permanent scowl etched into his features.

"Hola, papá," I greeted him, leaning down to give him a hug.

He grunted in response, barely acknowledging me as his eyes stayed glued to the screen. My father wasn't one for words, especially when it came to feelings. That was how he and my siblings had clashed so much over the years—they all wanted to be heard, but he didn't believe in listening.

It wasn't long before the front door swung open, and my brother, Alejandro, walked in, followed closely by my two older sisters, Brenda and Camila. As usual, they were late.

"Look who finally decided to show up," I teased, trying to keep things light.

"Traffic," Brenda said with a shrug, dropping her purse on the chair as she headed straight for the kitchen. Camila barely looked at me, her usual tension with our parents already hanging in the air.

Alejandro, gave me a quick nod as he passed, and I forced a smile, already feeling the weight of what tonight's dinner might bring.

We gathered around the table, the familiar setting feeling both comforting and tense at the same time. My mother began serving pozole—and we all passed the dishes around without much chatter.

"So," Alejandro finally spoke up, glancing at my father across the table, "How's the shop?"

The dreaded question. I hate that he always has to bring it up. My father owned a small repair shop, one that Alejandro had worked in when we were younger, but had no interest in taking over. Neither did my sisters, despite my father's hope that one of them would step up.

"It's fine," my dad answered shortly, not looking up from his plate.

I could feel the tension brewing between them, the familiar unease settling over the table like a dark cloud. Alejandro wanted to talk, but my father didn't. They had this dance every time we gathered, and it never ended well.

"So, Camila," I interrupted, trying to steer the conversation in a safer direction. "How's work going?"

She shrugged, barely looking up from her food. "Fine."

Great, real talkative tonight.

I glanced at Brenda, hoping for something more upbeat. "And you? How's the new apartment?"

"It's fine," she said, her voice a bit sharper than it needed to be. "Smaller than I'd like, but it'll do."

I sighed inwardly. This was how it always was nowadays —short, clipped answers, as if none of us really wanted to be here. And yet, here we were, every week like clockwork, going through the motions. I had taken over the family bakery because I felt like someone needed to stay behind, someone had to carry on the tradition, but it was hard not to feel like I had been left to carry the weight of it all while everyone else moved on with their lives.

"You know," I said, trying once again to inject some life into the conversation, "the bakery's been doing really well lately. I've been thinking of expanding a bit, maybe adding some new pastries to the menu."

"Pastries?" My dad finally looked up, his brows furrowed. "You should stick to what's worked for decades."

Here we go.

"It's just an idea, Papá," I said, trying to keep my tone light. "It could bring in more customers, new ones."

"There's no need for that," he grumbled. "We've done fine without all these new ideas."

My siblings all looked down at their plates, avoiding the tension brewing between us. This was how it always went—I'd try to bring something new to the table, and my father would shoot it down. My siblings stayed silent, content to let me be the one who bore the brunt of his disapproval.

I loved my family—I really did—but sometimes it felt like I was the only one holding it all together. My siblings had distanced themselves from our parents, pursuing their own lives, while I stayed behind, managing the bakery and keeping the peace. It was a role I had fallen into, but one that was becoming increasingly taxing.

"I think it's a good idea," Alejandro said quietly, surprising me. "The bakery could use a little freshening up."

My father glared at him, clearly displeased that Alejandro had taken my side for once.

"You don't know anything about running a bakery," my dad snapped. "You don't even live near here anymore."

"Neither does anyone else," Alejandro shot back, his voice rising slightly. "But at least Dani's trying to do something with it. If you keep this up don't be surprised when she leaves too."

I cringed as the argument began to unfold, my heart sinking. This was exactly what I had been trying to avoid. The family dinner had turned into yet another battleground. I looked up to my brother and gave him a silent thank you. He nodded a you're welcome but he looked pissed.

My mother, ever the peacemaker, stepped in. "Enough, both of you. Let's just eat in peace, please."

The table fell into a heavy silence, the tension thick in the air. I stared down at my plate, picking at my food, wishing there was a way to break through this wall that had built up between all of us. But communication wasn't exactly our family's strong suit.

After a few more minutes of quiet, Camila glanced up at me. "You're still running the bakery on your own, huh?" I could almost hear a bit of guilt.

"Just doing my part," I nodded, grateful for the shift in conversation. "It's a lot, but I've got it handled. ."

"You always were the responsible one," she said, her voice carrying a mix of admiration and guilt.

I smiled, but it didn't quite reach my eyes. "Someone had to be."

Camila sighed, looking away, and I knew she felt the same guilt I did—the guilt of not being able to keep the family together, of not being able to fix the fractured relationships between us.

Dinner continued silent then we started clearing the table. My dad went to smoke a cigarette outside and my sisters and I helped my mom.

"I'm glad you stayed," Brenda said softly, surprising me with her sincerity. "Papá may not say it, but he's proud of you."

I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in mood. My sisters rarely spoke so openly about our family dynamics, and for a moment, I wasn't sure how to respond.

"Thanks," I said, my voice a little choked. "That means a lot."

"Thanks for coming, mija," my mom said, hugging me tightly. "You're the glue that keeps us together, you know that?"

I smiled softly, returning her hug. "I know, mamá. I just wish it didn't feel so hard sometimes."

She pulled back, giving me a knowing look. "Family is never easy. But you're doing your best, and that's all we can ask for."

As I left the house and climbed into my car, I couldn't shake the feeling of being both connected to and burdened by my family. I loved them deeply, but the responsibility of keeping us all together felt like it was resting squarely on my shoulders. And sometimes, I wasn't sure how much longer I could carry it.

I had dreams too. I wanted to go to NYU and become a teacher. I wanted to travel around teaching in different places and changing lives but no one asked me what I wanted. I just saw my parents struggling and no one helped them. What hurts me the most is even if my siblings had a vendetta against my dad why couldn't they help me? I'm not even going to go there. I'll just make myself upset again.

—— The warm spray of the shower was exactly what I needed to wake up. The night before had been a whirlwind of emotions as usual. I don't know how much longer my siblings will show up.

After drying off, I wrapped myself in a towel, heading back into the bedroom to pull on some clothes for the day. That's when I heard the faint buzz of my apartment intercom. I frowned, glancing at the time. It was early, and I wasn't expecting anyone. Still, I padded over to the small screen by the door and pressed the button.

"Hello?"

"It's me," Steve's voice crackled through the intercom, deep and steady.

I blinked, taken aback for a second. "Steve?"

"Yeah," he said, sounding casual, like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to show up unannounced. "I'm downstairs. Hope I'm not catching you at a bad time."

I glanced down at myself—still in a towel and damp from the shower. "Uh, give me two minutes," I said, laughing softly. "I'll buzz you in."

I rushed back to the bedroom, pulling on a pair of athletic shorts and a simple t-shirt, my heart beating a little faster than normal. Why was Steve here? I hadn't expected to see him so soon, and definitely not at my apartment. But there was something exciting about it, too—this feeling of unpredictability that came with Steve.

I rushed to my door, opening the door to find him standing there with a coffee in hand. He looked as put together as ever, jeans and a tight grey shirt, his signature casual charm hard to miss.

"Hey," I said, leaning against the doorframe, trying to catch my breath. "What's this? A surprise morning visit?"

He gave me a boyish grin, lifting the coffee cup. "Thought you might need this. I know you've probably got a busy day."

I smiled, stepping aside to let him in. "You know, most people don't just show up at someone's place without warning."

"Wanted to keep you on your toes," he said with a playful shrug as he walked in, glancing around.

I watched as he took in the space, his eyes wandering over the exposed brick walls, the open kitchen, and the shelves lined with cookbooks and framed pictures. I could see the curiosity in his gaze, but he was polite enough not to say anything just yet.

"This place is amazing," he finally said, turning back to me. "It feels like you."

I laughed lightly. "I hope that's a good thing."

"It is," he assured me, moving closer. "You've got great taste."

I tried not to blush at the compliment, my hands fiddling with the edge of the counter. "Thanks. I like it here. It's... cozy."

Steve's eyes shifted to the photos on the walls—family photos of my parents, my siblings, a few candid shots of me as a kid. I could see the moment when he locked onto one picture in particular, a black-and-white photo of my dad when he was younger, standing in front of his repair shop.

"Is that your dad?" Steve asked, nodding toward the picture.

I felt a tightness in my chest as the conversation turned toward my family. "Yeah," I said quietly. "That's him."

Steve looked at me, sensing the hesitation in my voice. "You're close? I couldn't really make a distinctive decision at the bakery. It felt both hot and cold."

I hesitated, my fingers tracing the edge of the counter as I thought about how to answer. "We are... but it's complicated. He's a strict guy."

"Did you always want to take over the bakery?" Steve asked, his tone gentle.

I nodded, lying a bit letting out a small sigh. "Yeah. My siblings moved away, started their own lives. I stayed behind. I didn't really have much of a choice. Somebody had to keep the family together, the bakery had survived too much to one day die with my parents."

Steve watched me for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "That sounds like a lot to take on."

"It is," I admitted, finally letting some of the weight show. "But I love my family, and I love baking. It's just... sometimes I wish things were easier...different, you know?"

He nodded, stepping a little closer, his presence somehow both comforting and grounding. "I get that. Family can be... complicated. But you seem like the kind of person who handles it with grace."

I smiled, appreciating his understanding. "Thanks. It's not always easy, but I try."

He looked around my loft, taking it in again. "I like this place. It's got personality."

I raised an eyebrow, not missing the way his eyes again, lingered on the family photos that lined the walls. He seemed genuinely curious, like he wanted to know more, but I could feel the familiar tug of reluctance inside me. My family was a complicated topic, and I wasn't sure how much more I was ready to share.

Still, I could see the question forming in his mind as he stopped by a framed picture of me with my siblings. "Are these the siblings in question?"

I nodded, stepping closer to look at the picture with him. "Yeah. That's us. My older sisters and brother."

Steve studied the photo for a moment. "Do you get along with them despite everything?"

I let out a soft sigh. "We were when we were young. We try to be amicable now especially with my sisters. It's... complicated."

Steve nodded, leaning on the counter across from me. "I get that. Family can be a lot sometimes. But it sounds like you've done a great job keeping things together."

I smiled softly, appreciating his words. "I do my best.

Steve's gaze softened, and for a moment, I felt like he really understood. Like he saw through the layers of responsibility I carried. It was a little disarming, but also... comforting.

"So, how about we make this morning even better?" I said, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm going to cook us some breakfast. You ready to have your taste buds blown away?"

He grinned. "I'm always ready for that."

I moved around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients to make chilaquiles, a traditional Mexican breakfast dish. Steve watched with genuine interest, asking questions about the different ingredients and spices I used. It was easy, comfortable—the way we interacted. It felt like we'd known each other for a lot longer than just a couple of days.

"So," I said as I chopped some onions, "do you always just show up at people's houses with coffee, or am I special?"

Steve chuckled, leaning against the island. "You're definitely special. I don't do this for just anyone."

I shot him a teasing glance. "Good to know."

As I moved around the kitchen, the smell of sautéing onions and frying eggs filled the air. Steve's curiosity got the better of him, and he eventually joined me by the stove, offering to help with little tasks like stirring the sauce or flipping the tortillas. He tried flipping one and immediately burned his finger.

"How about you stir the sauce." I said giving him an ice cube to put on his finger.

"This smells amazing," he said, inhaling deeply. "I think I could get used to this."

"Careful," I teased. "You might never want to leave."

"I could think of worse things," he said with a wink.

I laughed, shaking my head as I plated the food. We sat down at the table in the corner of the kitchen, digging into the chilaquiles. Steve took his first bite, and his eyes widened in delight.

"Okay, you weren't kidding," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is incredible."

I smiled, feeling a little proud. "Told you. I don't mess around in the kitchen."

He nodded, taking another bite. "I'm beginning to think you're secretly a superhero in disguise. First the bakery, now this..."

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, right. If I were a superhero, my superpower would be perfecting the perfect pie crust."

Steve chuckled, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes again as he set his fork down. "You don't talk about your family much."

I hesitated for a moment, my fingers tracing the edge of my plate. "It's not that it's just... complicated."

He gave me a gentle look. "I'm not trying to pry, Dani. Just trying to get to know you better."

I let out a small sigh, realizing that I didn't mind talking to Steve. He was easy to talk to, and for some reason, I felt like I could trust him.

"My dad's a strict guy, serial cheater in his younger days, but my mom grew up without a dad so she endured it all so that we wouldn't grow up without one," I said after a moment. "Old-school Mexican values. He wanted all of us to stay close to home and live the life he and my mom did. My siblings took flight the moment they could. Alejandro went to trade school and runs a construction company. Brenda didn't go to college but took her trust fund and left immediately after graduating high school. Camila did stick around longer helping where she could but my father never acknowledged that. Always finding something to pick at, always something telling us how to do it "better" it got too much for her so she left too." I explained. I felt a knot in my throat begin to form. This is why I don't like talking about it. "I don't blame them but I was the youngest so I couldn't leave. By the time I realized I wanted to leave too it was too late. The bakery was failing. I had been accepted to NYU but changed my mind and went to culinary school because the thought of losing the place I grew up in was killing me." I took a pause suddenly getting emotional.

Steve listened intently, his gaze never leaving mine. "That's a lot of responsibility." He put his hand over mine in a comforting gesture. I tried to smile but it was  hard. My glossy eyes closed and I fought back tears.

"It is," I admitted. "But it's what I had to do."

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. "You made the sacrifice."

"I love them. I stayed because while they saw the bakery as the place where dad was always yelling and stressed. I can still hear Camila and I playing store giggling and having fun. I still remember Alejandro laughing at me when he was teaching me how to make change. I remember Brenda and I learning how to bake."

Steve smiled, and for a moment, I felt a warmth spread through me. It was nice, talking to someone who didn't judge or push too hard. Someone who just... listened.

"Well," he said, setting his fork down and leaning back in his chair, "if you ever need a break from all that, I'm happy to be your distraction."

I laughed, feeling a little lighter. "I might take you up on that."

Steve's eyes sparkled as he gave me a playful grin. "Good. Because I plan on sticking around."

[bimobuddy]

Safe at Last

TUA tickle fic

> Comfort Tickles <

Lee!Five - Ler!Klaus

Post Series

Might be a little ooc but it's fiiine

Summary: Five is finally being hit by everything, and what better way to help him out than to bring back something simple and familiar?

Five laid there on his bed (futon), just staring up at the ceiling. Processing. He had time traveled, gotten stuck in the post apocalyptic future for 43 years, leaving his family behind, killed people, came back as a child, barely survived three apocalyptic ends, so much more, and... it was finally catching up to him. He exhaled, long and slow.

Due to the deal Allison made with Reginald, they all were alive. Powerless, but alive. And Five was still in his child body, meaning no one believed him that he was 58, and he couldn't buy his own house yet, so he just bounced around from sibling to sibling, whoever would let him stay a few nights.

A few of his siblings had offered to let him just fully move in, and he had considered it, he really had, but he decided against it. He was an old man at heart and mind, he didn't want to feel like he was being taken care of -even if deep down he knew he probably needed it to some degree- so currently, he was staying with Klaus, in an apartment.

"Hey, Fivers.." Speak of the devil. Five didnt even move his head, he just flicked his eyes over to Klaus, who stood in the doorway. "Hm?"

"Hate to barge in like this, but I couldn't help but notice you looked so... sad?" Klaus sat on the futon next to his older-younger brother. Five snorted. "After everything we've been through, 'sad' is an understatement." Five said, looking back up at the ceiling.

Klaus nodded. "Yeah, that's... that's fair. That's really fair." Silence hung in the air for a moment, while Klaus looked down at Five. The poor kid guy looked exhausted, like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. In a way, he had. Three times.

Klaus leaned back against the couch part of the futon, in thought. Suddenly, he got an idea. "Hey, Five, if you'll trust me-" "I know I shouldn't, especially after you've said that, but go on." "-I think I know what may help."

Intrigued, Five propped himself up on his elbows. "I hope you don't mean dr-" "No, no, I'm clean now. But back when I was fighting in the war, there was something Dave used to do that would help me relax." Almost immediately, Five laid back down. "Klaus, I'm flattered and a little creeped out, but not interested." Klaus was tempted to bring up the fact that Five had actually made a joke, but he decided to do it later. "No, it wasn't anything like that, it was just a way to calm me down on real bad nights. If you'll trust me, I'd like to try it with you. You need it, buddy, trust me."

Five thought for a moment. "Fine. I doubt you could make it any wORSE-" As soon as the words left his lips, Klaus had pulled him into his lap. Five started to get up but Klaus gently held his shoulders. "No no, it's okay, this is part of it, you're fine! I'm not gonna mess with ya.. Well- Not much. Give me your hand." Five hesitantly laid back down and gave Klaus his hand.

Klaus started to very gently trace light circles against his palm. When Five snorted and closed his fist, pulling away, Klaus chuckled. "Oh right, I forgot your hands were bad. Let's try somewhere a little less sensitive." Before Five could question what he was doing, Klaus had pushed his shirt up to just under his ribs, starting to lightly trace and tap around his tummy.

Five felt his face and ears get red as he hid his face. He tried to blink away- right. No powers anymore. He decided to just keep his face covered as he giggled into his hands. "Fuck- Klahaus! Whyhy?" The Former-Seance just grinned. "It's hard to think about the bad things while you're getting tickled, isn't it?"

He was right. Five found it quite difficult to think about that while giggling, laying across his brother's lap. In fact, it had the opposite effect. Five was remembering a time when they were kids, this was a thing Klaus had done back then, too. He was always one to give cheer-up tickles to him and his siblings after a rough day. He felt a mix of comfort and nostalgia spread throughout his chest, coming out in the form of much lighter, more bubbly giggles. He hadn't even noticed.

Klaus grinned down at him. "Aw, look at you! You're actually giggling and staying in place, you haven't rolled away once!"

Oh, right.. His reputation.. He was supposed to not like this. Five raised an arm to cover his mouth as he turned his head away, but Klaus just upped the tickles and skittered up his ribs and toward his underarm. Five slammed his arm down as his giggles turned frantic. "Dohohon't!" "Don't what?" "Tihickl- I'M NAHAT THAT DUHUMB!" "Ah, I almost gotcha though."

Klaus fluttered his fingers around Five's ears and under his chin, which resulted in an adorable little snort, then found his way back to his tummy, getting bubbly giggles, then to his hips, which made Five buck and let out a real belly laugh. Yet he still hadn't really protested or tried to get away.

When Klaus squeezed his knee, Five shot up and grabbed his hand. "KLAHAUS!!" He paused to catch his breath, giggles still flooding out of his chest. Klaus smiled warmly. "Just gentle tickles? Calm?" Five just nodded and repeated, "Calm."

Five laid back down, covered his face, and giggled softly into the room, the way he used to before everything happened, back when he was still a somewhat normal 13 year old spending the night in his brother's room after a hard day. And for the first time in a very long time, he felt safe.

[redteabaron]

Its true that Theon didn't betray Starks because he was their hostage like Sansa was of Lannisters. First he was of Starks and then of Ramsey. While Starks would hate him for his supposed 'betrayal', it will be interesting to see if they would acknowledge his situation. His saving of Jeyne Poole will may affect Sansa perception. Plus she was in similar situation at KL. Bran can be similar to his show version. It would be hard for Jon and Ary@ to forgive him.

yep! it's sort of up in the air to be honest how bran will react because we are given the understanding that bran is undergoing a metamorphosis much, much different than only character growth and age. in his chapters, comparing them with other characters deeply entrenched in magic, there's a core of magic that's essentially cocooned by humanity that let's us believe we completely understand what they see/mean/feel (see patchface, primarily as melisandre is somewhat still more "present", or bloodraven, or to a degree even jojen reed, particularly if you subscribe to the jojen paste theory as I fully do).

but of them, arya and jon are hotheads, making them of like to brandon and lyanna to varying degrees especially when spotted as sibling parallels. happy reunion with jeyne or not, theon is going to face a reckoning and it will be likely very difficult for the readers because on one hand we are presented with what seems to be a really simple situation: he betrayed the family who raised him and accepted him, he faced his punishment, but he killed two boys and caused loads of others suffer with his games in a domino effect he hadn't necessarily meant, but he saved jeyne, regretted his actions and now is redeemed because of this.

i've mentioned here before that redemption isn't something given or bestowed upon a character by the audience. the characters who had wrong done to them must decide what exactly redemption is, and a true redemption path cannot be fully grasped if the character in search of it, solely takes on the task with the belief they will be redeemed in doing so. redemption isn't a cash sale business. you don't earn enough redemption coins and suddenly you've won the prize. for a character journey, the task has to be taken up with the understanding that forgiveness and redemption may fully not be coming your way and you're not entitled to it. on top of that, as you've said and i think i've got a post of that subject around somewhere, theon technically didn't betray the starks. he was a hostage. he always was.

who, in this mess, needs to forgive theon if he didn't betray the starks or the north itself for doing such things? imo it's the same answer it usually is in asoiaf, sort of lingering in the background where grrm expects us to either not pay attention to or do and find it unfulfilling because it won't really happen as we'd like it - the smallfolk.

theon will face something - but apologies won't be made to the smallfolk, and in the light of us seeing such a graphic punishment arc with ramsay that doesn't even serve nearly close enough to vengeance as we can close our eyes and pretend is justice (like dany's chapters) what comes his way won't be satisfying no matter what.

[kpopandmusicpassion]

Mark and I will come get you after your last class. We have to introduce you both to the pack. If you both are interested in perhaps joining later?" Taeyong said unsure.

"You would really be willing to let a human like me in your pack? Are you sure your other pack mates wouldn't be angry?" She asked, skeptical.

"They will love you. Some may be rude at first but trust us they will love you." The blonde Alpha finally spoke from his spot by Jaehyun.

She looks at Shotaro seeing the hopeful look in his eyes. She agreed.

* * * End of the School Day * * *

Taeyong and Mark came as promised with Sungchan and Haechan behind them. Haechan ran to Shotaro hugging and scenting him. Shotaro was a shocked blushing mess. Via chuckled as Sungchan pulled Haechan off Shotaro only for the Omega to cling to the clouded leopard's arm.

Mark and Taeyong each took one of her hands not being pushed away they smiled looping their arms in hers. It only took about 20 minutes to get to the Pack house or mansion more like it.

"Why do I smell- V? Taro? Is that you?" A puppy like Chinese Alpha asked in surprise.

"Yukhei!" The siblings ran to the Alpha hugging him.

"You guys know Lucas?" The four who brought the siblings home asked trying to hide their jealousy.

"I told you I had a human friend and a leopard friend. These are two I'm always talking about. It's so good to see my little sister and brother." Lucas grinned.

I still can't believe you didn't let Mom and Dad sign the adoption papers. You know the offer is always open right?" Shotaro asked as the Alpha scented the two like he used too. Several growls were heard.

Sungchan grabbed Shotaro from Lucas as Via was taken by Yuta.

"What are you guys doing?" The rest of the pack entered the sitting room.

"Oh, hey Taro. Hey Via." A few of the Omegas and Betas greeted them.

"Hey guys. Will you please tell Yuta and Sungchan to let go of us? Yukhei is an old friend and like our brother. He was just scenting us like he used to." Via explained.

"Are either of them courting you?" YangYang asked.

"The Dreamies are interested in Taro and Jaehyun and the others asked me on a date."

"THEY WHAT?!?!" The others shouted not believing their head Alphas and Lunas would have asked her out. They usually only had flings or very brief girlfriends and none were ever humans. Though the ones who have spoken with her know she isn't like all the other humans that they hate so much. Her and Shotaro would make good editions to the pack.

Yuta started scenting her and nipped her neck softly causing her to jerk looking behind her in surprise. "Ours."

She looked at Taeyong and his other mates who were just as surprised as she was at Yuta's possessive of her.

"Why are you wasting your time on some human slut?" An Alpha sneered in disgust. Her scent soured a little when they heard a terrifying growl.

Don't you EVER and I mean EVER talk to my big sister like that or I'll make sure you won't have pups ever." Shotaro snarled angrily. Yuta grip loosened so Via made her way to Shotaro pulling him into a hug as he scented her hugging her tightly.

"It's okay, baby. He's just had a bad experience with humans. That's why he's being nasty. It's not his fault humans are so awful to hybrids. Everything's okay. You know I've been called worst. Thank you for looking out for me though. Love you my baby." She gave him an Eskimo kiss to calm him down. The rude Alpha (Kun) was watching jaw dropped. The clouded leopard called the girl his sister and stood up for her while she calmed him down and treated him as a brother while making an excuse for his own bad behavior.

[devitalise]

Omg I really thought this would be the month I'd beat you to the punch with a check-in but once again time has evaded me & May is, in fact, over in a mere few days 🤥 I think I need to start keeping a physical calendar again to avoid these jumpscares BUT ANYWAY!!! MAY READS!!!! END OF SUCCESSION THOUGHTS!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS IMO GONNA WATCH & READ NEXT!!! 🎤

maybe next month you'll get me.. answering this a lil early so excuse any thoughts that aren't Fully Developed i'll just be away from my laptop and you know how much i love these

may book wrap up

in cold blood by truman capote

i can't remember what i said about this last month. maybe i'm the only person in the world who didn't know this was a "true crime novel" i thought i just picked up a fictional crime genre book. my mistake! general personal thoughts on the gross peversive nature of true crime aside, i think this as investigative journalism (with a questionable bias, fictionalised events, general capote tendecy to lie and gossip) i didn't hate reading it. i could absolutely tell how taken Capote was with Perry Smith in this, he kept coming back to reiterate details about his upbringing and i had to skim parts just because they were of little interest to me. i haven't read anything where the author has managed to so completely remove themselves from their writing like this before. took me a while to read it was a kindle choice and i struggled with reading this month.

podcast: overdue (really enjoyed this podcast set up, actually.) music: red dead redemption 2 soundtrack and this playlist

the piano teacher by elfriede jelinek

unlikable loathsome woman in Austria, this time. really dislike books like this, and this was barely any different. i think Jelinek as an author is neat, i see why she won a nobel peace prize, i'd love to be able to read German to get what was lost in translation. didn't love the story at all here. menacing and gross. what i found most interesting (and hated reading in equal parts) was erica's fucked up relationship with her mother. hate your mother hate the part of her that lives within you, etc etc. i thought this would be sexier, or at least just have more sex like the blurb promised, but other than a few voyeuristic encounters it lacked it completely. sexless and stale. a lot of men dislike this book, though, so if anyone asks then i absolutely loved it.

i read two reviews about this, both with opposing views to my own but interesting to read. music: this soundtrack that almost sent me to sleep. won't be watching the movie

heatwave by victor jestin

it got hot towards the end of last week and i could finally crack open this short little book. i didn't hate it, wasn't blown away by it either. apparently i don't read blurbs - another shock here! i think because these are books that i bought so many months ago when it comes to reading them it's like oh?? well. i was distracted and tanning and drinking gin & tonics whilst reading, and i think this needed more of my attention than i could give. or maybe that's just me being generous.

no links for this one. pending.

i'm currently reading bonjour tristesse by francoise sagan. i've actually finished it but there's two stories in one so i'm on A Certain Smile now. more french books, they're the only books i have set in the summer at the moment. i started reading it on the beach, too.

i bought some new books: season of migration to the north by tayeb smith, the thief's journal by jean genet, my father's diet by adrian nathan west, and diary of a film by niven govinden. i've been reading some really hard books this year (and have bought four more) so i'm gonna switch lanes to some easier reads. the atlas six and nightbitch are probably the easiest of the ones i own at the moment.

AHHHH SUCCESSION.

kendall roy....

i have mixed thoughts about the ending i think it makes perfect sense what went down with the siblings, it doesn't mean that kendall being betrayed hurts me any less. i'm emotionally exhausted after finishing it so i've been watching cooking competitions on netflix. next is the sopranos as my Drama of Choice

also i've been listening to the once upon a time at bennington college podcast you recommended! really enjoying it so far

[haleigh-sloth]

Ngl you are right.

Like in that time Izuku would have 1 panel where he is nice to Endeavor and those specific todostans that hate Deku would lose their shit.

Okay but honestly it's not even just that

It was about Shouto and his siblings too.

The whole "I think you're getting ready to forgive him" scene, granted it might not leave the best taste in people's mouths--it depends on how you individually want to absorb the Todoroki plot as a whole. But just....acting as if it was out of interest for Endeavor and not for Izuku's friend is what I'm talking about. I never thought THAT was the case, but I DID wrestle with it for a bit! I did, I sat on it, I decided that "hm maybe not the best thing to say but okay he means well". But now, looking back, all that matters back then was that he meant well.

Takes from back then "He shouldn't give commentary on a family matter 🙄", well, maybe Shouto shouldn't have forced his horribly traumatic past on him on a whim when literally nobody asked, and at the time, they didn't know each other. And maybe when inviting them over for dinner don't talk about how you're deliberating forgiving your abusive father, how he reminds you of your mother's mental break, and talk about how one of the siblings basically accuses him of killing their oldest dead sibling. Maybe, if you don't want anybody to think or talk about it, don't do that. Bakugo had a point to be made during that scene lmao.

Now again, this isn't me snubbing the Todosibs because it's very clear Shouto is written to be awkward socially and very unsure of what to do in certain social situations, and that is by no means his fault. And it's only fair you extend that grace to the rest of the siblings too. But that doesn't erase the impact of what they're doing, and it's fucking called out via Bakugo--in a humorous way!--but still addressed.

The other big scene that caused upset was during the PLF war when Izuku stepped in to STOP SHOUTO FROM BURNING. And SURE you can argue that he didn't need to give commentary, I guess, but Touya saying "Don't meddle with family affairs" and that statement being taken way more seriously than the fact that if not for all the unasked for information Izuku received from Touya's FAMILY--Izuku would have absolutely nothing to say, is pretty wild. And don't get me wrong--I WRESTLED WITH THIS TOO. I DID. IT MADE ME UPSET. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to agree with Izuku at the time or fucking Touya. I think uh, given my gradual change in mindset toward the villains (that I still love btw let's be clear about that) I can safely say you're not supposed to be like "Yes, Touya, as he was trying to actually kill his brother and by proxy everyone else in the vicinity, was right actually and we should agree with everything he says".

I mean, one thing I never agreed with was that Izuku was forcing Shouto to accept his dad. Never ever did I ever jump on that stupid bandwagon, but that is almost exactly how specifically todoroki fanbase acted at the time--and unfortunately this is still a thing, yes. And it took me a while to come to this conclusion but....I mean what did people want Izuku to do? When he met Shouto, Shouto was trying to reject his dad with all of his being. Never did Izuku say "accept your dad", he said "accept yourself as an individual". And from that point forward it was Shouto's choice to open up to accepting his dad. He saw Shouto FREAK out over his dad during the pro hero arc, worried for him, and rooting for him to make it out alive. From that point, as Shouto's FRIEND, Izuku has two options 1) Go along with his friend's choice and match his energy toward the man in question i.e. being respectful and just acting like he would toward any other adult OR 2) NOT accepting his friend's choice?? and just??? telling Shouto to uh not do that???

And...Izuku doesn't comment on Shouto's situation without Shouto around, without Shouto himself bringing it up, without it being prompted out of him. He isn't talking about it in the background, giving his two cents on what HE thinks Shouto should or should not do. Like....that's just not a thing that's happening.

I'm really glad to get this all out because really, I'm over the deku hate boner that exists on the villain side of the fandom especially because all of the reasons for it are again--bad faith at best, and stupid at worst.

This is all to say that the Todoroki plot is great, I love it, I'm excited to see Shouto and Touya be brothers, I'm excited to see their dad finally do something, I'm excited for family reconciliation. But this whole mindset of shitting on every other character at the expense of erasing their negative traits is just dumb. Don't take the flavour out of Shouto, he overshares and sometimes makes the situation uncomfortable. It's great.

[shadowqueen402]

Hello. I hope this doesn't come as a burden to you, but can I request a fic? It is about where NiGHTS and Reala accidentally get sent to Twin Seeds and have no way to go home, so rhey gave to Rent an apartment as roommates, and have to keep jobs to pay their rent until they get back to Nightopia. NiGHTS becomes a babysitter (they hate it) and Reala becomes an office worker in a business building (think like Peter Griffin). Elliott and Claris have to help them and they often bicker with each other. Wizeman sends Jackle to find them but he ends up on the other side of Twin Seeds

Ooh, interesting!

It all started out as a typical fight between the two siblings. And for the most part, it would end with either NiGHTS winning or Reala succeeding in capturing his traitorous sibling.

But not this time.

As soon as the two blasted as each other, a bright light engulfed them, knocking them out cold.

When NiGHTS and Reala woke up, they found themselves in…Twin Seeds. "How did we get here?” Reala asked, looking around.

"Mommy! Mommy!" A young boy said to his mother, pointing at Reala. "Look at that weird-looking clown!"

Reala growled, immediately aggravated. "Why you—!" He snarled at the kid.

"Relax, Reala!" NiGHTS said, holding him back. "Let's worry about trying to find a way back home."

Reala grumbled, but calmed down. "And how do you suppose we get back home?" He asked, frowning.

"That's…a good question." NiGHTS looked around Twin Seeds a bit. "I don't know what happened after we collided with each other, but I highly doubt that what we did will bring us back home."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Reala crossed his arms.

"We'll have to find some place to stay until we can get home," NiGHTS said. "We need to do what Visitors call 'rent an apartment'. These apartments are basically small places that Visitors can live in."

"You have got to be kidding me…" Reala knew he was not going to like this one bit.

NiGHTS and Reala had no clue that this would be a lot harder than they anticipated. One of the downsides to owning an apartment was the fact that they had to pay the rent.

The apartment that they stayed in had enough room for two people, so there was that. The walls had no color on them. But there was a great view of outside thanks to the large window.

"Why does rent cost so much?" NiGHTS asked, floating in her relaxing position. "How do Visitors do it?"

"They do this thing called 'getting a job'," Reala replied, holding the rent bill in his hand. "These jobs pay them money that they can use to pay bills."

"I had no idea there would be more than just the rent." NiGHTS eyed the bill, completely uninterested.

"Yes, there's gas/electric bill which is in charge of the lights and appliances in this apartment," Reala said. "There's the water bill which is in charge of the water. If we don't pay them, they shut off the gas, electric, and water. Then, we lose the apartment."

"Let's both get a job," NiGHTS said. "I want to get one that allows me to spend time with children."

"You mean a babysitter?" Reala asked. "Do you know what you have to do in order to be one?"

"How hard can it be?" NiGHTS asked.

It was hard. Really, really hard. NiGHTS landed a job as a babysitter and already she had proven to be terrible at it. Upon realizing that taking care of kids proved to be a big responsibility, NiGHTS was starting to hate her job.

Reala was no different. He not only landed a job as an office worker, but he had to deal with a bunch of business women that flirted with him. Plus, it didn't help that, when he got back to the apartment, there would either be a pile of dirty dishes or the trash wouldn't be taken out.

Elliot and Claris heard about what was happening. Naturally, they decided to help the two Nightmaren siblings. But it was not easy. The teens sweatdropped at the siblings' bickering. "Aren't you going to do your chores, NiGHTS?" Reala argued. "It's just like back in Nightmare! You never do what you're asked!"

Back in Nightmare, Jackle bowed to Wizeman. "Find Reala and NiGHTS," The God of Nightmare boomed. "Bring them to me!"

"Yes, Master Wizeman," Jackle said to him. Wizeman used his powers to send the Second-level to the Awakening Dimension. But there was just one problem: Jackle found himself on the other side of Twin Seeds.

"Now how am I to find them!?" Jackle complained.

[yanderefairyangel]

What are the weidest Engage theory you ever heard and what are your take on them ?

Oh that's going to be fun.

So let's see :

Alear is the Emblem of Foundations. Basically this theory is that somehow Alear is the Emblem Sombron was looking for, however, his world was different from XenElyos who seemed to be the only mirror dimension in the Engage-verse considering you can go there using the well while for the other worlds, you need to use a portal which is how Sombron went into Elyos to begin with. So I don't think it's that. Moreover, Alear doesn't fit Sombron's description and even in XenElyos, Isekai Alear was still of the same generation of Xenobron's kids, even if he wasn't their father so... no. Imo, the implication is that Alear became what Sombron was looking for, but that originally 0 Emblem and Alear are separated entity.

Kaga is Emblem 0. That one is very funny to think especially as Kaga doesn't fit at all Sombron's description !

Alear isn't Sombron's biological child. Much stupider, this theory is that Alear wasn't a dragon but a human that Sombron kidnapped and turn into a fell dragon, which obviously makes 0 sense since it would have took him 1 000 years to obtain such a result and would have Alear being human, they would have died in the process. Moreover the life energy transfer changing Alear into an Hybrid wasn't intended on Lumera's part, she just wanted to save Alear. Rafal did the same with Nel and she didn't became more of a fell dragon then she already was. Now, does it make sense character wise for Sombron to sacrifice 1 000 of his life span to turn a human into a dragon knowing he hates humans and that this process is millenia long ? Tho to be fair it was someone who really wanted Veyle to be a romance option that was trying to infer that "techincally they aren't related" or some copium of the sort.

Veyle is Rafal's lost twin. While we have few info about Rafal's dead twin, he made it clear they died when he was very young whereas Veyle in the XenElyos world died during a battle when Mauvier was around and Mauvier is only 31 year old so it' doesn't match. Moreover, Rafal is much older then Veyle so it doesn't work either.

Isekai Lulu is Rafal's lost twin. An interesting one, the idea is that Rafal's twin didn't died but that Lumera took over them and turn them into a Divine dragon meaning Isekai Lulu was Rafal's lost twin. problem being that it doesn't make sense : Isekai Lulu has full blue hair so it would have taken 2 000 year for Lumera to achieve this result and it was only 1000 ago that Sombron send his spawn to war in both universe so it's impossible, especially when Lumera ended up dying in said war. Even then, it was automatically invalidated by the fact that Rafal is older then Alear since his pact ring image shows him wearing the ring on the ring finger, only character over 18 wear it there.

Rafal and Nel are part of the 4 siblings AkaLulu mentions in chap 24. A very interesting one was that Rafal and Nel's alter ego were the 4 siblings whose death are detailed by AkaLulu. However, they don't really fit imo. The younger siblings are invalidated by the fact that both Fell twins are older then Alear, and while Alear mentions an older brother and older sister, I always assumed they mentionned their brother before their sister because said brother was also older then said sister and while Rafal is only Nel's half sibling, he still his younger then her (and turns out he actually is younger then Nil) so doesn't work. If my theory of fell children being splitted into a pair of twins in XenElyos was true, then my next point about this theory would be invalidated : which is the fact we aren't introduced 2, but 3 new fell children. Rafal himself reflects upon the possiblity of an alter ego of Nil existing meaning that if they had alters ego, then were are searching for 3 other of Sombron's children instead of 2, so it still doesn't work. Moreover Alear doesn't have any interaction with them on this map and they themselves don't have much interesting things to say.

Rafal and Nel are Lumera's children. I find this one to be fascinating on so many aspects. We don't know much about Lumera's family, but the idea that she actually had children and a partner and that Sombron took that from her are absolutely darn tragic and makes her dynamic with Alear all the more interesting. I personally think however there isn't much to support it, especially as she has no dialogue with them on chapter 25.

Rafal and Nel are a splitted version of Veyle. Some people have observed the numerous parallel into their design with Veyle's since they have white and black hair and that they were the same colors as Veyle's feather. I even pointed out myself how their japanese name was most likely based on Veyle's japanese name since it contains the same letters. However, there was already another version of Veyle in Nel and Rafal's universe so drop that.

Rafal and Nel didn't exist in the main universe. Not a big fan of this one, but it does make a lot of sense. Aka Lulu doesn't react to the twins and Sombron's reaction is limited... to this

Had Rafal and Nel existed as Sombron's children then it has to be siblings Alear never got to meet. I think the only reason why Nel and Rafal don't have dialogue with AkaLulu is because they aren't Alear's sibbs so the dev's didn't though of putting it. And seeing how they have a dialogue with Papabron and not AkaLulu, I think I am right on this one.

Sombron forced his kids to mate together. This one is absurdely ridiculous and grotesque but the idea was that Sombron needing soliders wouldn't hesistate to force his offspring to create offsprings and while it sounds perfectly in character, it makes 0 sense considering that in our world, all Fell children but Alear and Veyle died, and possibly at a very very young age seeing how AkaLulu speaks using hiragana. As for Xenobron, in this world, while many Fell children survived till aduldhood unlike in the main universe, they were all scheming against each other and when Nel killed some of her siblings in a fist of rage, Xenobron didn't gave a single crap. But again, the author of this theory wanted to "rationalize" why Veyle and Alear "could get married" and you already know that in their paired ending they don't get married. This one can go burn. Sombron isn't Loptus.

And that's all I can think of.

Now I wonder, what kind of Engage theories do you have ?