#i usually dont draw children but i simply had to

[koskela-knights]

Happy childhood memories <3

Unedited + bit of thoughts below

No one:

Me: So what about the Koskelas as kids 🥺🥺💙

I bet Ilmo would be the one who usually ended up pretty bruised from all the shenanigans he'd pull and trees he'd try to climb even if he was still too short😭

[dobiemart]

meant to be

pairing, peter ballard, henry creel, or 001 x reader

summary, after wandering out of your room when peter instructed you to wait, you see a side of him that you'd never expect.

or

peter's doll never strays too far from his grasp.

word count, 1.1k

byr, first actual fic or smth like that ahrhagaha

also kinda mad at myself cause the reader barely gets a personality other than saying peters name but ILL DELIVER NEXT TIME I SWEAR

(p.s. if you see a spelling or grammar mistake no tf you didnt.)

warnings, angst(?), pet names, pretty detailed gore, mentions of death, mentions of peters abuse, my goofy ahh writing, peter being too fine for anybody to handle.

you sprinted as fast as you could through the everlasting labs hallway, eventually reaching a storage room and slamming the door shut and fumbling for the lock. peter, being thin but still surely in shape, wasn’t far behind.

“all is forgiven, darling. c’mon. y’know i dont hold grudges for long.” peter taunted while slamming into the door a second after it was closed, barely winded from the chase. as you shuffled against the wooden barricade of the monochromatic room, you blankly remembered how you ended up in this situation.

earlier in the day, he’d asked for you to wait for him in your room. not giving a specific reason. you’d thought he simply wanted to spend time with you during a break he had on a shift. after a while of shifting on your well made bed, you decided to go look for him. it never usually took this long for him to return, so you’d started to worry something had happened with dr. brenner or some of the children in the rainbow room.

as you quickly shuffled out of the room, the sound of the door clicking back into place reverberating on the walls. slowly starting your stroll through the emptiness of the colorless corridors, you realized it was somehow quieter than it usually was. no usual “chit-chatting” went on during shifts other than greetings to other orderlies. none of them were in sight either, bringing your suspension levels to an all time high. picking up your pace, you rushed to the only brightly colored room in the facility and froze immediately in your tracks. the smell of metal slapped your sinuses damn near silly as your gaze finally took in the scene.

the subjected children were splayed across the room, their blood draped in blotches on the walls. the bodies themselves having crimson gapes where their eyes would be. the usual slightly joyful energy of the room turned dark and stuffy. the fear of ending up like the young test subjects clouded your mind. your eyes had flicked from child to child, corner to corner, eventually reaching the cause of this brutal massacre.

there peter stood, bone chillingly calm as he slowly sauntered towards your favorite facilitated child, his back ever so slightly flexing against the white of his crisply ironed uniform. 011 was always a sweet girl. she’d stand near you anytime you’d visit the rainbow room, draw things that would remind her of your usual calm, collected attitude, and sometimes tried to communicate if she could get away with it without the flashing red lights of the camera burning into the back of her head. she looked just as terrified of the man in front of her as you did. the genuine fear in her eyes made your heart fully drop to the pit of your stomach.

peter had interacted with 011 a select amount of times before, as papa didn’t appreciate anybody speaking to his “prized child” if they weren’t himself. always having his soft smile splayed across his rosy lips, fitting in just right with his golden retriever face. they seemingly had some bond to each other in a way nobody else understood. you never questioned why peter would bring up her abilities in random late night conversations, or why he’d favor her over the other children, thinking he’d just taken fondness to the young girl.

she slowly backed away as he hunted towards her, having an obvious advantage with his longer legs. ultimately she’d backed up too far, hitting the two-way mirror. his lengthy monologue he’d been reciting to the girl was muffled in your ears as you mumbled out a “...peter?” so quiet you couldn't even hear yourself say it.

registering your silky, heartwarming voice, his head slowly loomed over over to you, yet his body stayed still. the angle his neck was cranked at looked insanely uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to notice. “i asked you to wait.” he scolded, too calmly in contrast of the situation. his usual honey coated voice was stolen and replaced by a monotone sounding tone.

“peter.. i- what are you- what’s even..-“ you couldn’t form a stable sentence due to the shock of the situation and the heavy trembling in your voice. you’d never been scared of the friendly orderly you called your boyfriend. he was a lovely man. never aggressive towards the children if it wasn’t time for punishment. he took joy in being around them, taking care of them, and treating them as regular instead of test dummies as much as he could without being punished by papa. even then, he came back to you with a soft, pained smile on his face and open arms.

“you know what happens when we disobey the labs’ rules, darling.” he cut into your shakey sentence, now facing you. those blue eyes that held so much love and adoration were now in resemblance to a spider's dark orbs. dark, mysterious, and completely unreadable. never had they been like that before, and quite frankly, that was the scariest factor of them all.

before any rational response to what he’d said reached your mind, your fight or flight made a decision for you. not wasting a second, you fled, bursting out of the room and running at full speed down the corridor.

you sprinted as fast as he could through the everlasting labs hallway, eventually reaching a storage room and slamming the door shut and fumbling for the lock. peter, being thin but still surely in shape, wasn’t far behind.

“all is forgiven, darling. c’mon. y’know i dont hold grudges for long.” peter taunted while slamming into the door a second after it was closed, barely winded from the chase. as you shuffled against the wooden barricade of the monochromatic room, you folded into yourself, gripping your knees to your chest tightly.

“you know, i’d never hurt you, y/n. those bastards deserved it. keeping us all trapped in here for decades like animals, it’s over now, love. just open the door f’me.” he said with his slight smile. “it’s all okay now, we can finally escape. just you and me as it was meant to be. open the door and we can get out of here.”

his grin was still growing at the thought of leaving this reached prison. he was ready to wisp you away into the real world and show you what the world offered. he only wanted the best for you. for himself. for both of you. and now that 011 granted his powerful abilities to roam free yet again, he’d do exactly that.

AAAAARGAHSVKF THIS TOOK ME A LIL BIT TOO LONG FOR MY LIKING BUT THATS FINE IG

lmk if i should actually start posting my shitty ass mf blurbs i make when im tired or want a stranger things man to plow my shit for 70 minutes in 17 thousand different positions okay GOODNIGHT PALDBEKBD

-cora :)

© dobiemart 2022

[awriterscollective]

— five nights at freddys: security breach.

— sun & moon with a teenage!reader.

— warnings: reader does math but sun & moon help.

— authors notes: had this thought in my head while heading to bed so i honestly just had to write it before i lost motivation. honestly made this kinda self indulgent so reader might seem a bit autistic or at the very least easily overwhelmed.

it was weird to see people over the age of eleven around the daycare; especially when it was a fifteen year old teen with other friends closer to their age. the attendants of superstar daycare knew you had those, just about everytime you visited, there was always at least one other teenager with you, seemingly dropping you off. originally they thought you were just pranking them until seeing how well you got along with the kids. around other kids your age and adults, you were quiet, shy, and even a little reserved. normally you didnt talk, or make many actions. honestly it looked like you had a pair of earbuds in with music playing as you had just quietly sat off to the side, listening to people when they talked to you, or listening in on conversations.

but around the daycare attendants and younger kids, you were especially lively. eventually they got used to seeing your face around, and even made the extra effort to give you a friendly greeting !! you played with the kids no matter what they were playing, made crafts with sun and the smaller ones, you even helped moon get them settled down for naptime, but one thing they noticed were that you always had your earbuds in, commonly checking your music, or changing it to a different song. they also noticed that on days where you didnt have your music, you were especially anxious, and easily overwhelmed.

theyve seen some of the kids comforting you whenever youve felt too overwhelmed from the sounds, environment, or even just the texture, as well as spotted some of your more teenage friends dropping stuff off for you to help calm you. moon and sun eventually noticed that you dont really go anywhere but the daycare. there have been the rare occasions that you went out with some friends for an hour or two before coming back. it was wonderful !! they thought your company was quite lovely. they never wouldve expected such shy and quiet, yet easily excitable and friendly behaviour from a teenager your age.

today, however, was a rather quiet day at the daycare. less kids were there to watch the show, or simply for other matters. but you were there, like normal. it was the usual, just like any other average day you came by. you were brought in by the group of teenagers you seemed to hang out with, the tallest letting you know where to find them, and that if you couldnt to just text them before they went on their way. like usual, sun greeted you with his cheery mood, but something seemed off today. you looked stressed, and like you were about to break down at any given minute, despite the music that played over your earbuds.

currently, you could be found in the arts and crafts section, avoiding the few kids that lingered around the daycare playing tag. you were reading something while writing and also drawing something. it wasnt long until sun came to investigate what was wrong, craning his head away from the group of children, and over to your lowered head as you struggled to understand something. you looked upset, like you wanted to just angrily close the book and toss it into a garbage bin before playing with the kids.

he made his way to you, taking a seat on your right side. honestly, you wouldnt have noticed him if it werent for the looming shadow he cast over you while trying to look at what you were reading. when you took your right earbud out, that's when he processed that it was okay to talk. “ why are you not playing with the other kids, sunshine? ” his rays spun in confusion as you moved your head up to look at him, eyes following just a few seconds behind. it took you a moment before you managed to respond. “ im... uh... i-.. im working on studying for exams... ” you mumbled out shyly, fidgeting with your mechanical pencils. the smile on his face seemed to soften with his tone.

“ you look stressed... if you want to, you can go play with the kids for now, and maybe moon can help you during naptime? ” the tall animatronic tried to throw out a suggestion. it wasnt good to be stressed !! nonono it really wasnt. he watched as you gave a small glance to a few of the kids playing out in the open, trying to catch kids in the play structures. “ or, if you want, i could try to help !! ” your attention turned to sun before you shook your head with a shy smile, getting up out of the short seat. “ ill work on it during naptime... could you make sure my papers dont get lost, mr sunny? ” “ of course !! ” he grinned happily, waving you bye as you ran off to join the smaller kids.

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when naptime came around, the kids were far more exhausted then moon wouldve expected them to be, everyone kinda just falling asleep wherever was comfortable for them. but as he expected, you still stayed awake. and like sun had offered, moon was willing to help you with studying. you waited idly beside him as he pulled down a folder with your papers in it before handing it to you. begrudgingly, you took the papers. youd rather do anything else instead of schoolwork. but itd be worth it in a week.

what you hadnt been expecting was a helpful answer tip sheet inside of the folder, with a note from sun. you could tell who it was from just based off of the smiley face and the small sun in the corner. it was a reassuring note. you couldnt help but smile at the note, hearing a hum from moon before the animatronic spoke up. “ what class are you studying for? ” he questioned, taking a gander inside of the book you had been looking in. “ its... uh.. math. ” you felt yourself cringe at the mention of the topic. math truly wasnt your strong suit as moon shifted his seat to sit closer. it would make it easier for him to help as you tried your best to start back up.

you knew his gaze was fixated on the paper. he was keeping an eye on what you were writing down, referencing back to the book before reaching over and lightly tapping on where you messed up. “ thats supposed to be an improper fraction. ” he informed, gaining a puzzled look for a moment before it clicked in your head, you quickly changing your answer. “ like that? ” “ yes ! and... that— ” he tapped his finger against the paper again, right where you had been working on. “ recheck your math, try to simplify it. take a look at the book if you need to, ” you looked over what you had written, before checking the book, and quickly redoing your answer, mumbling out a happy little “ thanks ” to the robot.

so uh, reader originally wasnt supposed to be doing math lmao. kinda just happened, but ykw that's okay because i still got everyone to interact.

[thunderheadfred]

🦈Kirishima HC’s🦈

Absolutely no one asked for this i just like him a lot

He’s an adult in all of these. 20s-30s at least. Some NSFW because I’m a big perv. Minors do not interact. Shoo.

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General:

He is in the dictionary under Himbo, right next to Kronk.

Works part-time as a fitness instructor before making a name for himself as a pro hero. Most of his clients are middle-aged women, because he makes people feel safe. Before long, word gets around and he amasses this like. Loyal army of jacked housewives and older ladies who are his biggest possible fans. They mother-hen him like crazy.

Has a large and complicated extended family. Lots of cousins. You will never learn all their names, don’t even try. I have no idea if his parents have canon occupations but no matter what Horikoshi says, they actually own a mountain onsen. Kirishima went to the city by himself to go to middle/high school, his family is all off in the country somewhere and he gets homesick a lot but never admits it. He’s broke for a long time even after making it as a pro hero, because he sends most of his money back home.

He’s a dog dad. You cannot, WILL not convince me otherwise. Big dogs. Small dogs. Fancy dogs. Ugly dogs. He has a whole pack. He calls them all baby, sweetie, pupper, the worst and most embarrassing baby talk. Tells them about his day. All of his furniture is wrecked. He’s an active member in online dog groups, where he is careful to use a pseudonym and never show his face, but eventually people are going to figure out that Red Riot’s dogs look an awful lot like this one user’s....

He’s in a casual taiko group, always on the o-daiko. Loves participating in festivals and parades. He has never, ever, not once, worn a shirt while drumming. Probably has been gifted at least one antique taiko drum for his hero work, and he keeps it in his house but is too afraid to play it because it’s scary valuable “uhh it’s definitely haunted”

Regularly goes out drinking. Socially and responsibly, like clockwork, always with the same people. He’s a goddamned lightweight, and no one understands why. Will mope if he has to miss a night out at the izakaya.

So he’s clean, but sloppy. House looks like a tornado ripped through it, and nothing he owns matches. Not a single thing. I mentioned the dogs.

Will absolutely use “manly” as a replacement for “awesome,” and will constantly tell you how manly you are. Your actual gender is a non-issue. If you hang out with him for more than five minutes you’re manly as hell now.

He cries a lot? Sometimes it’s for show but he gets genuinely misty-eyed over the dumbest things. Do NOT show him pictures of puppies.

He’s good at braiding hair. His or yours. When his hair isn’t hardened, he likes doing all kinds of wacky stuff with it. He usually keeps it long enough for braids, ponies, buns, quirk-assisted faux-hawks, whatever. Mina has given him many bad ideas. He will definitely steal your hair bands and accessories, if you use them.

His fridge is just like, meat and beer. He will, if forced, consume perhaps one single vegetable. Unfortunately, his B.O. reflects this. God bless him - he showers and bathes daily, because he works out a lot and is just generally hygienic. But don’t ever touch his socks barehanded.

He wears the cheapest, most predictable cologne you can imagine, the kind that comes in an aerosol can and punches a hole in the ozone every time he sprays his pits. It smells stupidly good on him. How. so fucking manly. you kind of hate him for getting away with it.

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And now, the 🌶 Spicy Ones 🌶

Does not date or hook up much; wants a serious relationship.

Has a tough time getting dates, weirdly. He’s still secretly insecure, but mostly he’s got rocks for brains and never knows how to flirt. He ends up friendzoning most of the people interested in him, because he is, in fact, a little too chivalrous for his own good and can never make the first move. He’s an emotional open book, but clueless romantically. I recommend being extremely straightforward. Draw him a map if you have to.

Is afraid to kiss you too deeply because of the teeth. Will take a lot of gentle encouragement to get him comfortable, but once he knows you’re safe, he’s going to be kissing you all the time. Like, too much. People are gawking, Kiri, for God’s sake.

He radiates massive doses of husband/dad energy. Will immediately marry the hell out of you. If you are capable of and willing to have his children, you are going to get extremely pregnant. Very quickly. Not necessarily a breeding kink (though why not), he just really wants to start a family with you.

He’s Big. Just huge. Tall and broad, and also... his dick is a summit and you will need to prepare for the climb. He’s had problems in the past because no, not everybody wants ALL THAT inside them. That said, if you can handle it? Woof.

Hard as a rock is No Joke with this man. Can and WILL use his quirk on his dick. If you don’t think that’s the first thing he mastered as a teenager I dont know what to tell you. Ever used a glass dildo? Well buckle up cuz it’s like if a massive glass dildo whispered sweet nothings in your ear and held you close in big strong arms and fucked you till you cried. It’s a sometimes thing. Otherwise you’d simply pass away.

He loves your brains. Your smarts and wit are a huge turn on, and he gets a boner when you use a word he doesn’t know. He also loves fucking your brains completely out, so that you cant use any words at all.

He’s a devout church-going body-worshipper. He’s so jacked that’s it’s constantly intimidating, like, how dare you stand next to this chiseled statue of a man?! but whether you love power-lifting with him or would rather die than exercise, he’s gonna treat you like the prettiest fucking piece of cake on planet earth.

Size kink ahoy; he gets his big grabby mitts on you... and you psychologically lose three feet. Doesn’t matter how tall or small or fat or thin you are, you are getting groped, squeezed, and manhandled. You didn’t even know it was possible to get thrown around like that; always onto something soft.

Not dominant. Not unless you ask very, very nicely. had a brief pushy phase at the peak of his teenage manliness obsession, unconsciously trying to be more like Bakugou, but he quickly realized controlling people wasn’t really him. It certainly isn’t very manly. Doesn’t want any toxic masculinity in his love life, even as roleplay.

That said, he can and will be a soft dom, if that’s what you want. After some practice, he’d get pretty good at it too. But his natural sexual groove is goofy, a bit awkward. Usually finds a non-sexual excuse to touch you at first; prepare to get tickled a lot. If you sit in his lap it’s all over.

If you get dominant with him, even a little, he’s gonna turn to putty in your hands. Go ahead and boss that big dumb puppy around. Nothing turns him on like seeing you get exactly what you want.

You’ll have morning wood pressed up against your ass. Every damn day. He might hump and grope you in his sleep, moaning a little. Usually it just wears off. If you wake him up to fuck, he’ll have no idea what’s going on but will be like “hell yeah i guess this is happening”

Gives oral like a starving man. Has absolutely zero reservations, because he knows his tongue and hands can’t hurt you. Will be as loud and messy as possible. If you get embarrassed or shy about it, he’s going to mumble sweet talk directly into your junk until your teeth fall out.

He’s vocal in bed. Growly. A moaning groaning disaster. He says the sweetest, gentlest things... has the cleanest dirty talk you’ve ever heard, but tenderness filtered through his bourbon-barrel chest comes out all dark and rumbly, especially when he’s close. you feel his “I love you” in your bones

He thinks making his partner cum is the manliest thing he can do. Any orgasm is good, but if you cum untouched on his dick, he’ll be riding that high for days

[avengersapology-vid]

Avengers: College Edition

Steve: Criminal Justice and Studio Art double major. He doesn't want to torture himself with anything difficult and still wants to study what he loves. He is still an over achiever though. Highkey hates frat parties, saw someone twerking upside down and almost cried but stayed because hes the designated driver (responsible KING). prefers small get togethers with his friends. Roommates with sam and bucky!! Joins Criminal Justice club, jokingly rivals with Engineering (Tonys Club) Everyone on campus loves him including the professors, wins Homecoming king and is very happy. Sam jokingly asks to be his queen, Bucky butts in and says "NO, im his queen". Can be found in the library or art studio, usually with ink or pencil markings on his hands.

Tony: Obvi an engineering KING has physics as a minor. procrastinates to the max "No Bruce I have everything under control" *crams for 46 hours straight on a constant IV drip of Redbull and coffee* Super smart and helps draw the blueprint for the new engineering building. Roomies with Bruce! Tony was in a frat for a bit his freshmen year but hated it and wanted real friends (Throws better parties anyway) met Bruce and all the other avengers during a 1301 intro class. Pulls women like no tomorrow. On the presidents list every semester and tutors math for free on the side. He is basically the Dad in STEM. Tries hitting on Natasha but she is just like :/ nah, when her and bruce start dating tony is surprised because bruce is his "quiet little cinnamon roll." Tony constantly teases bruce and is like "yall fuckin (;" Steve butts in "tONY PLZ I JUST WANT TO WATCH THIS MOVIE" Bruce is thankful for steves intervention. You know how he rivals Steves Criminal Justice club? He butts heads with Business Clubs leader (Pepper) until everyone catches them together at a party. Has a caffeine addiction. Works out with Thor and Bucky one day in the rec and almost dies.

Bruce: Physics and Engineering double major (Hardworking KING) In math club with Vision and Wanda. He loves being roomies with Tony because it helps him out of his shell. Likes to draw with Steve sometimes and enjoys the quiet. Doesn't procrastinate and gets things done in a timely manor. 4.0 icon we all strive to be. Him and Nat already know each other, but bond and get a lot closer while studying in the library and they eventually start dating. He takes her coffee when she works across campus and is always almost late to class because of that (He doesn't care though bc thats his BABY) "Um.. Bruce your class is in 5 minutes" "Okay and?.....Wait I have an ex-" *Sprints to his building* Takes boxing at night with Thor, Bucky, Sam and Steve!!! Loves sparring with Thor and can surprisingly take the big buy on pretty well. Gets his butt kicked by Natasha in a MMA class though.

Natasha: Majors in Criminal Justice and Minors in Psychology. Ballet club AND MOCK TRIAL!! Has a Job at the Criminal Justice Deans office and takes MMA classes on the side. She is on Mock Trial with Loki and they actually get along quiet well once they stop butting heads about the case. Introduces Sam and Wanda to dance and they have so much fun. Coffee dates with Bruce!! Her and Steve become RAs in the following years and are the coolest RAs you know. Prefers night classes, Bruce walks her to all of them. Psychology classes are her favorite and really wants to help children one day. Volunteers at a daycare during breaks. Sis can really out drink Tony and Thor. Puts Wanda under her wing and helps her with fafsa and what not. Her and Bucky get the Russian language credit by simply testing out. Has her sh!t together and while she has a lot on her plate she can take it. She is really the Mom of the group. Can be found dancing or with Bruce. Her and Clint are icons in psychology classes.

Clint: Deaf Studies with education minor! (we stan deaf clint in the comics) In the Archery club and wins nationals for the Uni. Loves to draw with Steve. Helps Bruce ask Natasha out! PRANK ICON! loves to do prank wars with tony, bucky, loki and sam. Was in the same frat with Tony but hated it as well. While he seems to have a more reserved demeanor he is still the life of the party. (Like he knows people at the clubs ya know?) Can get in anywhere and helps everyone rent out a club for the night in celebration of midterms being over. Loves reading in the library and loves morning classes and being productive early in the day. Cracks Tonys netflix and hulu passwords (no tony... tonyr0cks69 is not good enough) Wants to teach at a school for the Deaf. Bruce sets him up with a girl from engineering and that is his future wife.

Thor: Physical Education major and Communications minor! Here on a football scholarship and is in a frat (not the asshole one tony was in) and is a partying ICON. Tries to get Loki to party but Loki just wants to drink wine with the cat he snuck into his dorm. Learns Sign from Clint to prepare for his career in education. Loves working out with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Takes up boxing during football off season and spars with Bruce. Despite being everyones fav himbo he gets really good grades and is a very good writer. Loki dorms across the hall from him. Thor actually rooms with Peter. Peter is the freshman baby and Thor takes peter under his wing and introduces him to everyone and helps him with college stuff in general. Also hooks him up with MJ and brings him to the occasional boxing session. Has a loud booming laughter you can hear in all floors of the library when he sees a funny meme. One time he actually makes a very good point and notices a flaw in one of Tony and Bruces projects leaves everyone stunned. Picks on Loki in big brother fashion. Unironically calls weed the devils lettuce.

Loki: Pre-Law and Criminal Justice. LOVES to argue. (Devils advocate ass) In Mock Trial and Criminal Justice Club. Tony jokingly calls him steves sexy secretary in CJ club. Loves Mock Trial and is the president with Nat as his right hand woman. Sneaks a cat he found at the shelter into his dorm and names it muffin. Stays in the Library writing or going over cases. The one time he was taking Natasha a copy of the Mock Trial case packet and caught her and bruce smooching. (He screeched) "Haha funny joke yall heres the case packet BYE." He automatically texts the group chat "i think nAT AND BRUCE HAVE SOME TEA FOR US HMM". Lets Peter and Bruce come over to his dorm because he knows their roommates can get a little too much sometimes. Loki also becomes an avid twitter user and thats how he gains popularity on campus. (He called the uni out for their awful and expensive parking) Was able to convince the Dean with tony and steve to create a new parking lot. Caffeine addict!!! Him and Tony always bump into each other at the coffee shop. Brings baked goods to meet ups with the gang. Loves to play pranks (especially on Tony) Him and Bucky come up with a genius prank on him and even get pepper involved. Best dressed on campus and is in the fashion club. He is the embodiment of dark academia.

Sam: Criminal Justice Major with Aerospace Engineering minor. Gets introduced to Bucky and Steve during move in and they literally become brothers. Is both in Criminal Justice Club and Engineering Club. In the Historically Black Frat on campus and takes huge pride in that. Parties with tony and thor BIG TIME. Procrastinates by throwing paper airplanes at Bucky until Bucky is like "Um...dude your paper is due in like two hours." At that moment Sam got into work faster than he ever had. Loves gossip sessions with Loki and Wanda. Works out a lot with Bucky, Steve and Thor to get rid of stress. When he and Bucky finish a final they go to loki's dorm and ask "Hey can we see your cat." Helps prep food for friends-giving and decorates the dorm for holidays. HATES 8ams so so so much. Steve promises him pancakes if he gets up and goes. Binge watches shows during weekends and screams when Destiel is finally canon. Loves running and gets a Track Scholarship when Thor gets him to join a sport. Gets Peter to join track.

Bucky: criminal justice major and psychology minor. Buck is also in ballet club with Nat, it really helps him relax and gives him a free space to think (also he runs that shit like no ones business) Criminal justice club as well and LOVES to work out and box. One time Sam accompanies him to ballet and Bucky pushes Sam into a split... the scream was heard for miles. "Sam ballet is good for athletes it helps w-" "Yeah but its not good for my balls" Doesn't willingly procrastinate but once in awhile he will forget an assignment, you best believe his eyes will snap open from his nap and get to work asap. For one of his psyche labs he had to question Steve as if he were Steve's therapist to which Steve responds "Hey bro you dont have to hit a nerve that deep" He also likes to do dance with peter since it helps him get away from Thor for a bit. Not a big partier but once the weight of finals are off his chest you best believe he will go all out. Picks on Nat and says hes gonna steal her man, to which tony interjects and says "Not if I do first" Bucky also has a very comfy dorm, comfy lighting and tons of pillows, the man loves his sleep... and so does everyone else. Sometimes he finds peter, sam, THOR, tONY EVERYONE just napping in his bed before their study time. Overall, bucky is a smart boy and his time in college is kind to him.

Wanda: English Major and Education Minor. After being an orphan Wanda knows what it feels like to not have a parental figure there and she wants to change that for other kids by becoming an english teacher. She volunteers at an orphanage, specifically the one her and pietro were in for a brief moment when they came to the states. She loves to draw as well and takes plenty of art classes with steve. She paints a portrait of the entire gang and gives it to tony as a graduation present (he cried). She loves to do volunteer work for children and also spend a lot of time in the library, She helped Nat calm down before Bruce asked her out. Her and Loki are in constant competition for best dressed. "Loki ill let you win best dressed but you have to let me see your cat" "ugh fine... btw your shirt doesnt match your boots" "hEY" Her and Peter take alot of intro classes together and are constantly running around craft stores trying to get the right stuff for projects. Visits Vision at his Job on Campus and he visits her where she volunteers and eventually they start dating. She is constantly getting visited by pietro at 4am asking "Um do you have milk" "Pietro its 4am what do you ne-" "my OREOS"

Pietro: Track star business major, frat ICON with Thor. poor boy is STRESSED he hates college and is here on a track scholarship, constantly late and running around getting shit done. Queen of late assignments but still gets them graded because he is in Track. Yeah he has alot on his plate but he still parties with thor for hours. When he is drowning in assignments Clint is always there to help him, Bruce also helps him with biology and the more science-y classes. Likes to mess around and race sam at track practice. Not into coffee but will run on all the monster energy drinks you could possibly buy. Seriously is tired of 8 a.m courses, he just wants to nap after practice. Walks into the study room that everyone was in and actually looks more sleep deprived than tony. He gets a lot of tips from steve on how to have an easier time in college and it really helps him.

Vision: Grad student working on a civil engineering masters and a TA. Meets Wanda in the library and she asks him where the biographies are. He mistakenly says they are on the 2nd floor "Uh theyre actually on the third" "Then why did you ask?" "Cause I wanted to talk to you :)" He swooned. Through Wanda he met Tony and Bruce and became their best friend, He helped out a lot with engineering club and got them far. He spends a lot of time doing research for his masters degree, he loves relaxing with the group on weekends and picks on pietro as if he is already apart of the family. Him and Loki bond over intellectual conversations from time to time. Bruce and Nat go on double dates with him and Wanda. Went to a bar once with tony and bruce and had to stop tony from singing Queens entire discography, he had the best night that night. Helps everyone with getting into jobs and into grad school in general while everyone helps him let loose and have some fun.

Peter: Peter is a Physics major and eventually works his way up to biochemistry. (hardworking icon) He is the freshman baby of the group and is introduced to them through Thor. He dances with Buck and Nat sometimes as well. Tony obviously takes peter under his wing and helps him with assignments. One time everyone was in the same study room and him and pietro have a redbull shot gunning challenge. When Peter wins Thor picks him up and almost yeets the poor boy into the ceiling. "VERY WELL DONE YOUNG PARKER YOU SHOULD BE DOING THAT WITH BEER IN NO TIME." "Thor plz" Tony and Thor help him ask MJ out and even spy on them during a dinner date. (Imagine thor with sunglasses and a scarf around his head pretending to be tonys date) He feels so accepted in college because of the gang and gets all his work done on time. Goes out of his way to get everyone christmas presents and is so excited for friendsgiving. Becomes a little stressball during finals and midterms and stays in the library till it closes. He spots loki alot in there and helps loki with science classes while loki helps him with political science classes. He meets MJ through wanda and is obviously blushing the whole time while being introduced. Gets embarrassed when the guys flirt with aunt may. "guys plz stop" This is when Sam earns his "milf hunter" nickname. "Pete hows your aunt?" "She doesnt want you sam i-" its not like that... actually it is like that"

Coulson: Alumni Icon. Is the gangs Intro professor and is the reason why everyone meets eachother. (the class was chaotic indeed) Coulson loved that class so much and he still gets visited by everyone from time to time. He is obviously close with Nick. They were there that night when Tony was signing Queen at the bar and couldnt help but laugh.

Nick Fury: Dean for criminal justice and is heavily involved with criminal justice club and mock trial. He is tired of everyones shit as always. Makes a tiktok account for the criminal justice club and has no idea how to manage social media so gets Loki to help. Has to delete it when Loki commented "hah losers" on the engineering tiktoks page. He looks intimidating but in his office he has a picture with the club and has all the gifts he gets on display. (He even framed lokis comment because it was hilarious afterall)

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Red and green

pairing: james sirius potter x fem! reader 

summary: james sirius does not like the daughter of theodore nott, infact he despises her, but when she circumstances are such that she has to stay with his family, they have to put up with each other

a/n : this was requsted by @lespaceboi​ im sooo sorry it took forever! i hope you enjoy:]

word count: 8.6k+

warnings: flangst, not proofread, maybe a few mild swear words here and there.

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James Potter, son of the legendary Harry Potter was used to having almost everything his way. He wasn't a spoilt child, not really. He knew where to draw a line. He was a lot like his grandfather some would say. He had his eyes and hair and even the same name. Even his personality matched that of his grandfather. He and his favourite cousin and best friend Fred Weasley II would constantly prank their family. His life was good but on the other hand the only child and  heiress to the Parkinson- Nott household wasn't so lucky.

Y/n Parkinson Nott's life wasn't as easy as everyone thought it was. Her parents were forced into an arranged marriage in order to preserve the pure bloodline. Even after the war, there were some who believed in the pure blood drama. Her mother, Pansy Parkinson wasn't a nice woman. She hated her daughter and probably her husband too. She loved another, Draco Malfoy. Her husband's  best friend. Her father, Theodore nott was alot like Draco Malfoy in many ways. He too changed his ways after the war and raised his daughter (much to his wife's annoyance) to believe everyone was equal.

Theodore and Pansy obviously may have loved each other at some point, because they had a daughter together. Or maybe they didn't and she was a mistake. We'll never know.

******** It was going to be y/n's 11th birthday soon! She was so excited! Her father and her were very close. They loved each other dearly. She excitedly danced around him telling him how excited she was and how she was going to be the best witch in Hogwarts. Her father simply chuckled and told her to sit down and wait for Scorpius Malfoy, one of her best (and only) friends to arrive.

Scorpius was a year younger than her but that didn't matter, they were still super close. The fireplace crackled and Scorpius emerged coughing slightly. "Scorpi!" She cried and hugged him. The two children went up to y/n's room to leave Scorpius' things. He was staying over until her birthday. They returned to the living room where their fathers were laughing together and her mother was looking unhappily at the scene. Oh well. Y/n thought as she and Scorpius walked into the backyard to play some games.

It was finally y/n's birthday! She was so happy. She woke Scorpius and ran down right into her father's arms. "Why so excited darling?" He asked. "You don't remember?" "No." He said trying to hide a smile. "It's my birthday!" She said. "Ofcourse I remember sweetie, look on the dining table." He laughed. She ran pulling Scorpius with her to grab her Hogwarts letter. "It's addressed to me!" She said excitedly. "Look mum! Im going to Hogwarts." Her mother gave her a curt nod and a tight lipped smile.  She ignored it knowing how her mother usually was.

She read the letter and squealed! She jumped into her father's arms as he promised to take her to diagon alley that very day. "Can Scorpius come too?" "Ofcourse he can." She high fives her best friend.

That evening the three of them flooed to diagon alley. Draco would pick up Scorpius from there. They first walked into ollivanders wand shop, which had been taken on over by another woman after the old man's death. "Hello dear, come to get your first wand?" Y/n nodded excitedly. "Alright, let me see." She said and went back in the shop. She pulled out a few boxes of wands. I opened the first box and waved it around. Bright red sparks flew out of the tip of the wand and the windows of the shop cracked. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed putting the wand back. "Oh no worries dear, happens to all of us." The woman said brightly.  Y/n tried a few more wands and none of them seemed to work for her .

Finally the woman opened a deep red box and pulled out a wand. It was intricate with ivy vine carvings on it. Y/n waved the wand and bright green sparks came out of it and illuminated the shop. "this is the one!" The woman clapped. Y/n smiled happily. "Ah it's the perfect wand. It hasn't chosen a wizard since decades. It's a unique wand you see. Made of both unicorn hair and a phoenix feather. You must be a very unique girl!" y/n blushed at the compliment. After paying for the wand and getting other school supplies, Theo took the children for lunch where Draco would be joining them.

Scorpius listened as y/n spoke excitedly about school. He too was eager to join her the next year. He wanted to be a slytherin but also felt he would do well in ravenclaw. y/n never really thought about what house she wanted to be in, her father would love her regardless. Her mother, well she was a different story all together. Deep down she wished to be a slytherin so that maybe,just maybe her mother would love her. Y/n shook her head and came back to reality just as the food arrived. She enjoyed her meal and listened at her dad and scorpius' dad talked about some ministry work which she didn't quite understand.

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The days turned into weeks and finally the day y/n would board the Hogwarts Express was here! Her trunk was packed along with her robes and wand. Her father had also surprised her with an owl! The owl was named ebony and she had icy blue eyes and dark brown feathers. The owl was beautiful. Before leaving for the station, y/n bid her mother goodbye, hoping for a hug (which she did not get) but she got a curt nod and y/n was on her way.

She and her father apparated to the station and y/n thought she was going to puke. They walked onto the station and Theo stopped infront of platform 9 and 10. "Where is the station daddy?" Y/n asked excitedly. "It's right there!" He chuckled pointing at the brick wall in front of them. "That's platform 9¾!" "Daddy don't joke!" He laughed and ran through the wall. Y/n gasped and closed her eyes and ran through the wall. She opened her eyes and gasped. "Woah" she whispered. Theo walked up to her and patted her head. "Amazing isn't it?" "Yes!" "Come on now, don't want to miss the train." She hugged her father and he kissed her forehead and watched her as she boarded the train.

Y/n walked through the train looking for an empty compartment. Finally finding one, she settled down with her small carry on backpack next to her. She looked out of the window and observed her surroundings. As the clock nearly touched 11, she took out her favourite book, murder on the orient express. As she flipped through the pages of the book, a blonde girl called out to her. "Hey, can i sit here?" "Sure!" y/n smiled. "Sorry to impose on your privacy but i dont know anybody here. I'm a muggleborn you see." the girl said. "Oh no, you aren't imposing! I dont know anybody here although i am a pureblood." "I'm Holly, Holly Fields." "I'm y/n Nott. Nice to meet you." I smiled at her.

She's so sweet! Y/n thought. The two girls chatted most of the journey before holly dozed off. Y/n re opened her book and started to read until a boy with hazel eyes and unruly black hair fell into their compartment. He smirked at y/n and stood up. "Sorry about that, my cousin pushed me in." Y/n stared at him shock. "Uh no worries." She said. "I'm james, James Potter." He said confidently, sticking out his hand to shake with y/n. "I'm y/n. Y/n Nott." James smiling face dropped and he grimaced. "Is your father, Theodore nott? The death Eater?" "Yes he is and he is NOT a death Eater." "Oh I'm sure he's not." James said sarcastically. "You're probably going to be a no good Slytherin!" "How dare you!" Y/n was about to slap James when holly woke up, rubbing her eyes. "What's going on here?" Y/n withdrew her hand and glared at James. "Uh nothing hol, don't worry about it." She nodded and nodded off again. "Now get out of here Potter before I actually slap you." He scoffed. "I'm sure you will." Before she could actually do anything he left the compartment and slammed the door. Y/n sighed and sat down. It was going to be a long 7 years.

**** Y/n's pov

After the Hogwarts express stopped, we were led to Hogwarts on boats. I looked at the giant castle in awe. Holly looked equally awestruck and we both silently gushed together. James looked at me from his boat."enjoying the view nott?" He asked mockingly. I made a face at him and looked away. He laughed evilly. I ignored him. The boat ride ended and as I was getting off the boat, Potter pushed me into the water. I fell backward and nearly drowned. Luckily I knew how to swim and so I managed to come up to the land. Holly helped me out, and Hagrid dried me with a spell.  He went to reprimand Potter and told him he'd be getting detention. He held a sour look and I felt a bit better.

We were welcomed by a tiny professor who said his name was flitwick. He introduced us to the 4 houses and instructed us to wait at the door. A few mins passed and the hall door opened and we were led inside. There were 4 long tables and a stool with a hat on top of it in the centre of the room. We walked to the front. There were many eyes watching us. I started to feel self conscious. The hat suddenly burst into a song. I grabbed Holly's hand when I heard snickering from behind me. Potter. "What is it now?" I hissed. "Oh nothing, just that you're such a scaredy cat." I was about to retaliate when professor flitwick started calling out the names of people to be sorted. I simply looked away.

"Potter, James." Called out professor flitwick. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat called out. Fits him, I thought, the cocky bastard. "Fields, Holly." "SLYTHERIN!" "Nott, y/n" I walked to the hat nervously. I sat on the stool. I felt a voice in my head. "Hmm, interesting. You have a lot of ambition and cunning. You are also very kind. Hufflepuff? Maybe not. Better be, SLYTHERIN!" I jumped off the stool happily. The Slytherin table cheered as I took my place next to holly. As the sorting ceremony ended, headmistress McGonagall announced the commencement of the feast. The table filled up with the most delicious looking food. I piled up my plate and savoured every bite.

"You look like you haven't seen food in your life!" Said a boy jokingly. I laughed and introduced myself. "I'm ashton. Ashton brown." "Are you a first year too? I asked him. "Yes I am." The rest of the night, holly, ashton and I had a nice conversation. I had made two very good friends but I still missed scorp, he is my best friend after all.

When we went to our dorms, I sent my father a letter telling him about the sorting ceremony. I put my quill and ink away and went to bed.

*****

First year was amazing. I loved  everything about Hogwarts. Everything except james Potter. That arse had decided to torment me every chance he got. I obviously retaliated, with holly and ashton by my side I wasn't too badly affected by his words. The three of us had become tight knit friends.

The year was almost over and the exams were very near. I spent almost every hour in the library. "Hey ash, have you completed the transfiguration homework?" " Yeah I have. Do you need help?" "Yes please." Just as he was about to start explaining the work to me, the very devil sauntered up to our table. "Ah two little snakes. What do we have here?" "Just leave James, I'm not in the mood for your crap on a Saturday when I have better things to do." James opened his mouth to retaliate. "No, I don't think I will. I don't take orders from slimy snakes you see." My ears started turning red and I was close to breaking his neck. "Aw, cat got your tongue Nott, or are you too weak to fight back?" "That's it!" I slammed my book shut just as I was about to say anything, madam Pince walked by our table. "what is going on here?" She said sternly. "Nothing." Potter and I muttered. "You git." I whispered to him sharply and sat down at my table.

**** James and I were at each other's necks for all three years that I have been in Hogwarts so far. The whole school knows about our rivalry though no body knows the reason for. I had heard so dumb rumours about it... "I've heard that James killed her cat" "no, I've heard that she cursed his owl " There were even more absurd rumours but I decided not to pay attention to it too much.

Fourth year was one of the best years of Hogwarts so far. I was doing great in school, the teachers liked me, most of the student body liked me too. I had joined the quidditch team last year and according to our captain, Luke Grey, I could take over his spot as captain next year!

Everything was good except for the fact that my father had fallen sick. The doctor's said he may not survive. It was awful. He is my entire world and I doubt that I could live without him. My biggest support system have been my friends especially Scorpius. I don't spend as much time with him because of being in different years and him making friends with my mortal enemy's brother. He was a Slytherin, I often wondered how James felt now that his brother was in the snakes pit.

I wrote letters to my dad telling him all about my life and how annoying James was. He told me to try and he friends with him, like he and his father Harry Potter had made up and were friends now. Ugh as if me and that prat could ever be friends. Never in a million years.

I was just finishing reading my letter when holly barged into the dorm room. "What happened?" I asked her. "You have got to see this." She dragged me by the arm into the common room. It was covered in red and gold silly string and in big bold letters it was written gryffindor rules. There could only be one person who could do such a thing. Potter. I was so going to get him. I silently walked back to the dorm and I heard holly (and ash who had joined us) muttering discretely. James Potter you are going to regret this I thought to myself.

The next morning as I sat at breakfast alone, I thought of a revenge plot. "You were abnormally quiet yesterday." Holly said sitting down infront of me. "Yeah." Said ash. "That's very unlike you, especially when James Potter is involved." "Oh no reason." I said. "I don't like the way you said that. Spill." Holly demanded. "Oh alright. I was silent because no one plots a murder out loud." I smirked. "You're not going to kill him right?" Ash asked me seriously. "Oh no I won't. But he will surely wish he was dead." Holly and ash shared a look.

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"Ok so here's the plan." I said. Ashton and  Holly stood in front of me. "Is this really necessary y/n/n?" "Yes it is. Now hear me out." They sighed and motioned me to go ahead. "We will enchant his hair to become green and silver and across his forehead, we will charm the words 'slytherin rules!' eh?" "How do you plan to 'enchant' him?" Ash asked me. "Oh dear ash, you underestimate me." I smirked. "Hey Scorp, Albus come here." "You convinced potter's brother to help you?" Holly looked at me both exasperated and amused. "Well it was quite easy, the number of times Potter has embarrassed Albus, he was more than willing to help."

"Er, hi." Albus said, shuffling on his feet. "Hey Albus, you know the plan right?" He nodded. "I'm going to pour the potion into his pumpkin juice tomorrow morning." I high fived him and he and scorp left the room. "You are unbelievable." Holly laughed. "But you love me." I grinned. "That we do." Ash pulled me and Holly into a hug.

**** The plan went smoothly the next morning. Albus went and sat beside James and distracted him while Scorpius poured the potion into the drink. They left the table and James took a sip of the drink. The effect wouldn't be instantaneous but in a few minutes james' black locks would turn green and silver. I watched the gryffindor table discretely as I ate my buttered toast. Slowly Potter's hair started to turn green. Showtime. The people he was talking to stared at his hair. He touched his hair and looked frantic. He looked over to the Slytherin table and I averted my gaze. "Nott!" He bellowed. "What have you done?!" "Me?" I said innocently. "I haven't done nothing." I shrugged. He covered his forehead and his hair and ran out of the great hall. "I'm gonna get you I swear!" "No you won't!" I called back after him. I snickered as I ate. Revenge is sweet.

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That incident triggered a prank war between us. We were constantly pulling pranks on each other. Mostly harmless ofcourse.

I walked into charms with holly and ash and sat beside them. Flitwick stood on his pile of books on the desk. "Alright class, this month we will be working on a partner project." Everyone started whispering with their friends. "I will be picking the pairs." Groans sounded in the class. "Let's hope it's no one bad." I whispered to holly. She nodded in agreement. "Fields and smith." She smiled at the boy who was apparently Smith. "Brown and walker." Ashton walked to one of our fellow Slytherin, Dan walker. Almost the whole class was paired up, except me and "Potter and nott." Great. Just my luck. Partenerd for a whole month with Potter .

I groaned and moved aside as James slid into the seat next to me. "Potter." I curtly greeted him. "Nott." He grumbled. I rolled my eyes and put my head in my hands. "This is going to be a nightmare." I sighed. "Professor! Can we change partners?" Potter called out. "No you cannot Potter. Sit down." I swore under his breath and sat down. "I don't think I'm that terrible." I told him. "I don't think I'm that terrible." He mocked me. "oh go to hell." "Oh go to hell." He mocked again. "Potter is you say one more word I swear to god-" "SILENCE Potter and Nott." I rolled my eyes and kept quiet. This is going to be a long month.

Once class ended I stopped Potter outside class. "Look Potter, we both have to get a good grade so let's put aside our differences and call a truce." "A truce with you? Definitely not." He scoffed. "Alright then what do you propose we do?" "Never see each other's face again?" "Then we'll fail you twat." "Oh alright fine. We'll call a truce. But only for this month and nothing more ok?" "That's all I ask." We shook hands. "Uh we gotta start today itself, it's quite a long project." I said looking at the guidelines. "Ugh ok. Meet me in the library at 6pm." I nodded and walked back to my common room.

**** It is 6:30 where the hell is Potter? I'm so done with this boy I swear to Salazar. I sighed and resumed the project by myself. After a while I heard shuffling of feet and the obnoxious sound of someone pulling out the chair in front of me. "Well well well look who decided to show up?" I said showing him the time. It was 7 one hour after we had to meet up. "Sorry, I got busy doing things." "Save it. I don't really care, just do your part of the project." He mock saluted me and got to work. We stayed in the silence for another one hour before my stomach growled. "Shit." I whispered. "Is it time for dinner already?" James asked me. "Yep it's 8 o clock." "Let's go eat then." We cleared up our mess and headed to the great hall, where we went our separate ways.

The project actually went quite smoothly. I could actually have a civil conversation with Potter without wanting to break his neck. Maybe we were becoming friends. Ugh, that's a stretch. I guess our civility was very visible because ash pointed out that we hadn't had a screaming match in a long time. Huh, he's right.

I walked to the library with all our project work, today was the last day and we had a bit of work left. To my surprise Potter had already reached there and was sitting on the table waiting for me. "you're early." I pointed out. He shrugged. "I was free so I thought I'd come on time for once." I cracked a grin at that. We sat down and worked together. "Crap, we missed dinner." I said once the work was finally completed. "Oh damn, we did. Uh no worries though. Come with me" "where?" "You'll see." We gathered our stuff and dropped it off at the Slytherin common room. Potter grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. He stopped to tickle a pear. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "just wait!" The pear giggled and a door appeared on the wall ahead of us. "Is that- is that kitchens?" "The one and only." He said triumphantly.

We walked in and were instantly surrounded by house elves. "how can we help you sir and miss?" They asked. "Can you give us some leftovers from dinner?" "Certainly miss!" They scurried away. "How did you know how to get in?" I asked. "My cousin fred told me, well his dad told him about how he and his twin brother Fred sr who is now dead used to come to the kitchens when they were in Hogwarts and fred brought me here."

The house elves brought us some meat, salad, pizza, cake and sandwiches. I ate the sandwiches and pizza and cake which was delicious. "This is amazing!" I complemented the tiny elf in front of me. "Thank you miss! Lily is glad you like it!" She said, turning completely red. She was cute. "It's almost curfew, we have to go." Potter said to me. We thanked the elves and left. "You aren't so bad you know." I told him as we walked back to the common rooms."Same goes for you." He punched my shoulder lightly and I smiled.  "Um my common rooms that way so u gotta go." I said. He nodded and saluted me goodbye. Maybe he wasn't bad after all.

We didn't talk all that much for the rest of fourth year but we didn't yell at each other at all, I guess things were changing.

**** Summer: 5th year My father's health wasn't getting any better, nor was my mother's attitude towards mem I spent almost all my time with my father at home or going out (which was very less) with him.

School was going to start in 2 weeks and I had yet to buy my school supplies. I had recieved a letter from school that I had been made quidditch captain! I was thrilled. The responsibility would be great because of the owls looming on our shoulders but I would make it work. I quickly wrote to ash and holly and told them about becoming captain and asked if they wanted to go to diagon alley together with me.

I ran out of my room when I heard my parents arguing. My mother was yelling and my father was trying not to scream. This is horrible. He's already so sick and mother isn't helping things at all. I sighed and went back to my room. I would talk to father later.

**** I recieved holly and ash's letters very soon. Turns out they had been made the Slytherin prefects! Holly seemed surprised that it was her and not me but I think that she's very worthy of being a prefect. They said that they would meet me at diagon alley the coming Saturday. I pushed their letters into my drawer and  opened my quidditch magazine. There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" My father walked in. "Dad, why didn't you just call out to me?" "It's alright dear, I'm here now." "Is everything alright?" "Not really. Sit beside me." I obeyed and went beside him.

"As you know my health is not very good and it's only getting worse, my time may end soon." "Daddy don't say that " I said somberly. "It's the truth darling, but you have to listen to me very clearly. No matter what happens after my death, I want you to stay stay strong." I started to feel tears pricking my eyes. "Now, you may not want to stay in this house with your mother, I understand why you wouldn't." I chuckled at that."If the circumstances are bad, you have no where else to go, just remember that Harry Potter will always be there to help you. You just need to ask." I looked at my hands. "I love you dad, I don't know what I'd do without you." He pulled me into his arms and I sobbed into his shoulders. "I love you to darling, but life is unpredictable. You are the strongest girl I know and I'm sure that you will grow to be a fine young woman with or without me." I continued to cry and couldn't hold my tears in.

**** It's Saturday and we have to go to diagon alley to get my books. I flooed over to Ashton's house from where we would go to diagon alley together. "Hey ash!" I hugged him. "Hey y/n/n!" "Kids! Ready to leave?" "Yes mom." Ashton replied. We grabbed onto her arm and apparated to diagon alley. "Alright so you both go ahead to flourish and blots while I go and run some errands." She told us. We nodded and walked to flourish and blots. "How is your dad y/n/n?" "Not great." I said sadly. He patted my shoulder and we entered the shop. "Ashton! Y/n!" Came a voice behind us. "Holly!" I hugged her. "How was your break?" "It was great! We went to meet my aunt in Ireland." "That sounds awesome."

We bought our books and waited for mrs Brown and then went to buy our other supplies. We finished and then went to have ice cream at Florence Fortescue. "This is the best ice cream I've had!" Holly cried. We all chuckled.

**** 5th year I was sad to leave my dad but I had to go back to Hogwarts. I gave him the tightest hug possible and left for school. The train ride was uneventful as were the first few months of 5th year.

Quidditch training was on me now and I had to juggle those duties and studies. The first quidditch match of the season was in a month. I had yet to select players and ugh so much work.

I dragged my feet to class and plopped down on the chair and put my head into my arms. I almost fell asleep when someone pulled a strand of my hair. "Sup nott?" "Huh? Oh I'm good Potter how was your summer?" "You know, the usual.  Pull pranks on my brother, homework, family meals. That's beside the point, why are you sleeping in the first class of the day?" "Because I stayed up all night thinking of quidditch plays. And drawing up schedules. Why are you asking me all this and why are you sitting here?" "Firstly I'm just curious and secondly were deskmates for the year in this class." "What? Deskmates?" "You didn't read the circular put up the door did ya?" I shook my head, no. "Thought so." He said leaning back in the chair. "You're welcome." He smirked.

******

The first quidditch match of the season was in two hours. I was nervous. How could I not be? I poked at my food and ate barely anything. "Just eat it y/n/n." Holly nudged me with her shoulder. "I can't! I'm so nervous I could puke." "Hey, you'll be great! You're the best chaser Slytherin has had in years! I'm sure you will do great." Ash smiled at me. They really were amazing. "Thanks guys." "No problem. Now eat and then destroy gryffindor in the match." Holly gave me a double thumbs up. ****

I was in the air waiting for the quaffle and watching my team fly about keeping an eye on the balls. Suddenly I noticed a bludger coming my way. "Hey!" I called out to one of the beaters. He immediately flew over to my and the bludger was sent away. I looked away and heard a scream. I noticed that James had been hit on the stomach by a bludger! I flew over to him and tried to catch him but he was falling too fast. I flew downward with all my might, I grabbed hold of hand and slowly went downward. It took alot of my energy to ba able to help James and not fall in the process.

We were close to the ground when my grip on the broom slipped and James, me and our brooms went crashing to the ground. Luckily we were not too high off the ground. But James was already badly hurt and the fall may have knocked him unconscious. "James! Wake up! James!" I shook him but there was no response. The nurse was on her way but I refused to move until I knew James would be ok.

The match went on without me and my team played really well. Gryffindor caught the snitch but we were all way ahead so the match was won by us. I was so proud! All the practice payed off.

I joined my team in the victory celebrations where everyone was invited. Halfway through the party, I decided to go and check on James and see if he was doing ok. It wasn't curfew yet so I had time.

I walked to the infirmary and asked madam Pomfrey where James was. She nodded toward one of the beds. I slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on on the chair beside him. He may have heard the sounds of the moving chair and groaned opening his eyes. He took a few seconds to register it was me but then his confused expression turned slightly angry. "What are you doing here?" He spat. "I'm just checking up on you." I said. "I don't believe you. You are the reason I'm here." "What?" I asked confused. "Don't act all innocent. You know you deliberately sent the bludger my way so that Slytherin would win." "James, I would never stoop so low!"

He scowled. "Don't call me James. Why should I believe you?You're a Slytherin, you cheat and lie." I was hurt. "Is that really what you think of me?" "Yes." "Fine then. I will leave and never come back. And, to think we were becoming friends."

****

It was toward the end of fifth year after our owls when I got a letter. I was at breakfast with Scorpius and Albus, as holly and ash had prefect duties. My family owl, emerald flew to me and dropped a letter in my lap. I fed her some treats while I opened the letter.

The spoon in my hand fell to the table as my eyes read and re read the contents. "what happened y/n/n?" Scorpius asked me. "My father, he's critical now. I have to go home!" I said almost in tears. I left me food and ran to headmistress McGonagall's office. I stood outside the gargoyle wondering how to get in. "Miss nott? What are you doing here?" She asked me. I turned around and told her of the letter. She took in my state and let me send a letter home informing them of my early return. I thanked her and headed to my dorm.

As I was packing my stuff Holly walked in. "What happened y/I (your initial) ?" She asked me, concerned. "I showed her the letter, not wanting to speak. She pulled me into a tight hug and said that she'd walk me out. On the way we met ash, who joined us. We were at the courtyard from where professor flitwick would escort me further. While we waited, the devil himself James Potter came running our way. He banged into my shoulder. "Watch where you stand Nott." He sneered. I didn't reply. I kept my eyes firmly on my feet. "Not the time Potter, now get going before you get into trouble." Ash threatened him. He stomped off to who knows where.

After a few minutes professor flitwick arrived. I hugged holly and ash goodbye. We took the carriage to hogsmeade and then apparated to London, to my house. I burst through the door, straight to my dad's room. He looked pale, thin and weak. He saw me and smiled weakly. "Daddy!" I ran to him and hugged him tight. "Hello my angel." He kissed my forehead. "Don't leave me." I cried holding on to him tighter. "Angel, look at me." He said holding up my chin. I couldn't meet my eyes to his as I felt myself grow weaker as he did. "you are strong. Stronger than me or your mother. I hope, no I know you will be fine with or without me." This only made me sob harder.

"Can we atleast spend time together for as long as we can?" I asked softly. "Whatever you want." He kissed my forehead. I played our favourite movies and we watched them together. We listened to our favourite songs and played our favourite games together. I cherished every last minute I had with my father.

He breathed his last one week later. His last words to me were, "stay strong angel." I kept my tears at bay, not wanting the last thing he sees to be me crying. After he passed I locked myself in my room and cried my heart out. I barely ate and my only company was my pet owl. My friends sent me letters offering condolences but I didn't have the heart to read them.

The day of the funeral arrived. I dressed in a black dress and covered my head with a black net cap. My dad's friends and our family had come to Nott manor. I sat at the front and bowed my head as people gave speeches. It was my turn. I stepped up and started. My voice cracked as I spoke. "My father, he is, was my best friend in the whole world. He was my confidant and my favourite person in the whole world. His last words to me were 'stay strong angel' and I hope to keep my word and make him proud." I smiled and walked down as fast as I could. I sat down and the tears poured down my cheeks.

The will was being read, I was given most of his personal belongings, his favourite chain and a letter. I went to my room and opened the letter.

"To my angel, I'm sorry I had to leave you so soon. But things often don't go as planned. I know it will be hard at first but I know you will pull through. Let all your tears out, cry as much as you want. Tears don't make you weak. You have friends that love you and won't let you be alone. I have left a large chunk of my wealth for you as inheritance. The key to to the vault in this envelope.  Remember, no matter where you are, remember I am always watching over you. I love you angel. Lots of love, Dad.

As I finished reading the letter i ran out of my room to where my father was burried. I sat down in front of his tomb and traced his name with my finger tips.

Theodore Nott A beloved father, husband and friend. He will be dearly missed.

Tears started rolling down my cheeks again and no matter how hard I tried, they would not stay in. As I sat on my knees, tears streaming down my face, I felt drops of water fall on my hair. I looked up and saw that it was raining. My magic may have caused it to rain over me. I ignored it, the pain in my heart too much to bear. I had lost the one who loved me most.

*****

The next few months I spent at home were hell. I exchanged letters with my friends but they weren't my dad. His loss had created a gaping hole in my heart and my mother was no help. After his death she started acting worse and behaving horribly. She taunted me about my friends and said horrible things about dad and everyone I loved. One day as she was bad mouthing my father I snapped. "WILL YOU STOP IT?" I cried. "You dare to talk back to me like that?" She screamed at me. "I have had enough of you!" I cried. "Fine then leave! You are no daughter of mine." "So that's it then? You don't want me in your life anymore?" "Obviously. You have two days to get out of my sight." "Fine then! I have no interest being here either." I ran to my bedroom and gathered all my things. I had no where to go. Scorpius, ash and holly were all away. Was I going to sleep on the roads? Then I remembered what my dad had said to me.

Harry Potter is always there to help.

******

I ran out of my house and walked across to the main Street. How was I going to get to the potters house? I had no idea where they lived. I only knew that it was somewhere in central London based on what Albus had told me. I stood on the side of the street thinking of what I'm supposed to do when a huge purple bus came out if no where. "Need a ride miss?" Said a pimply old man. "Who are you?" "Stan shunpike miss." He said "welcome to the knight bus." I boarded the bus. "Where to?" Stan asked. "uh central London." "Alrighty then." The bus took off. The driver drove rashly. How did he have his licence? We finally arrived after me almost getting trampled by the baggage around. I got off.

Ok I'm here now. I thought to myself. Now how do I get to the potters? "Y/n? Is that you?" I turned around to the source of the sound. "Albus?" "Yeah!" He came up to me. "why are you alone and why do you have your suitcase with you?" "Uh long story short, my mother disowned me and I have nowhere to go. I remembered my father had said that if I ever needed help Harry Potter would help me so um I came looking for your dad." I said sheepishly.

By then mrs Potter had come up to us. "Mum, can y/n come home with us?" "Ofcourse! But why?" "Uh, we'll explain at home mum." She shrugged and smiled at me. I shyly smiled back. We followed her back to the Potter house.

I marveled at the sight of the house. It wasn't as big or ancient as Nott manor but it was homely. We walked into the living room where mr Potter was seated too. "Hello ginny, Albus." He smiled at his wife and son. Then his eyes landed on me. "I don't believe we've met before." "Uh we haven't I'm y/n Nott. Albus' friend." I said awkwardly. "Darling, why don't you tell us what the problem is now?" Mrs Potter said to me. "um sure. My father died a few months back, I think you knew that and so I lived with my mother. She isn't the most wonderful woman in the world." Mr Potter cut me off with a chuckle. "That we do know." I continued. "She became worse after my father had died and kept bad mouthing my friends, my father and those I loved. I snapped and yelled at her. She told me to leave if I had such a problem with her and then disowned me completely."

Mr and Mrs Potter looked solemn and Albus patted my hand awkwardly. "my father had once told me that if I ever needed help it was Harry Potter who would give it to me, and so here I am." Mr Potter looked me. "I knew your father. He was a good man once I got to know him. He did mention that you may need me in one day in the future, after he got sick. And I will help you, for the sake of your father." "You will?" I asked happily. "Yes ofcourse! We have alot of space in this house and you and James seem to be the same age, so why don't you stay with us for this summer? We'll worry about next year when it comes. "

I was very grateful for the help that I had got. I never thought I would be lucky enough to have gotten a place to stay that easily. After Albus helped me place my things in the room next to Lily's, I can downstairs to help mr and mrs Potter, it was the least I could do as a thankyou.

As I spoke to mrs Potter while I helped her cook the dinner, James ran down the stairs. "Hey mum, what's for- what's she doing here?" He asked a bit angrily. "James, be polite. She's staying here because of something that happened at her house." "But mum, she's, mum!" He whined. "James." She said sternly. He groaned and went back up the stairs.

James and I avoided each other the best we could. I still hadn't told my friends that I had left Nott manor, they would get stressed and ruin their holiday because of me.

The entire family had gone out one day, I chose to stay back, not wanting to encroach on their family time. What I didn't know was, that James was at home too. So when I walked into the living room, I got the shock of my life. I quickly turned around to go back upstairs, so that I didn't get into a screaming match with James. "No, y/n wait." "What?" "Please." He said, sincerely. I sighed and sat on the sofa opposite him.

"I need to apologize to you." He said, running a hand through his messy hair. "For everything. You didn't deserve to be treated they way I treated you." I nodded at him to go on. "I really think you are amazing and I'm sorry for blaming you for my fall off the broom." "Yeah, why did you do that?" "Well the truth is, I started to develop feelings for you and didn't know how to act. I tried to hate you and push you away so they would go away. But , that obviously failed. Now, I still like you very much." I was at a loss of words. He likes me? After everything? He likes me. "I, uh." I muttered. "You don't have to give me an answer right now. Think about it." He smiled. I looked at him and then immediately ran up to my room. What a day. **** Summer break was almost over, and today we went to get our books from diagon alley. We flooed there and then went to get money from gringotts. I'm glad I had gotten my share of inheritance before hand. I gave the goblin the keys and withdrew enough money to buy books and a bit extra incase I needed some in Hogwarts.

"Alright kids," Mr Potter said, clapping his hands together. "We are going to split up to make this faster. "James and y/n, you both go to flourish and blots and gets your own as well as lily and albus' books. Al and I will go to Madame malkins and buy Albus new robes and ginny and Lily will go and get all of you kids new stationary." We nodded and went out seperate ways.

Walking alone with James was a bit awkward after his confession, but he kept cracking jokes to make the atmosphere light. We bought the books, which were very heavy, and dragged them to a small diner where we would eat supper and then go home. Mr and Mrs Potter were very late. It was only James and me for about half an hour. It wasnt boring, no. We talked about many things and quidditch ofcourse. We in the  middle of a heated argument about which quidditch team was best when the rest of the Potter family arrived. "Sorry we're late kids." Mrs Potter said. The food was brilliant! I had to get my friends here one day. When we arrived home I was very tired, so I changed and fell asleep immediately.

Only three days till Hogwarts. We're de- gnomeing the garden today. I knew how to do that ofcourse, I used to de gnome my garder with my father. All four of us kids ran out to the garden and pulled out gnomes from the grass. One bit my finger! I flung it away and it screamed colourful words at me. James snickered at that. I crossed my arms and stuck my tongue out at him. Then a gnome bit him and I got to snicker at him this time.

*****

6th year James and I had become good friends this year. Holly and Ash were really surprised. I don't blame them. When I told them about my summer situation they both felt guilty, although they had no reason to. They said that I could have contacted them but I said that it didn't matter anymore. Everything worked out fine.

James started hanging around the Slytherin table these days. It was an odd sight to many but they got used to it. Luckily, this time we didn't fight and I realised that maybe I had developed a crush on James.

I would stare at him during class, I started noticing small things about him, like how he would scrunch up his nose when he didn't like something or the tiny dimple he had on his chin. I pointed this out to holly and she told me that maybe I was in love with him. Love? Pshh, no. The next time I saw James was when he was wearing his quidditch jersey and was messing up his hair further. I gulped. Maybe I was in love with him.

***** Christmas break was coming soon, holly and ash decided to stay back with me even though I told them to go. I was walking to class when James wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "So what are your Christmas plans?" He asked. "Uh nothing much, just staying back here." "Wrong. You're coming with us. Mum already sent a letter, says she misses tout. I swear she loves you more than she loves me." I smiled. "Um alright." "Great! I'll let her know." I smiled to myself. Things are getting better.

Christmas break Holly and ash had decided to go to their houses for break since I was going to the Potter's. Scorp was mad that I didn't ask to go his house but he finally cooled down after I promised to visit him in the break.

I bid holly, ash and scorp bye at the platform and went home with the potters. Their house looked beautiful. It was lit with colorful lights and there was a gigantic Christmas tree in the backyard. It wasn't decorated yet though. "I was thinking that tomorrow morning we could spend time together and decorate the tree!" Mrs Potter said happily. All of us cheered.

It started snowing the next morning. It made the scenery even more beautiful. We put on our thickest coats and set about decorating the tree. The higher parts were decorated by the adults with magic since none of us could reach it.

In the evening, I made hot cocoa for everyone. We sat in the garden sipping the warm drink. Everybody started getting up one by one and soon it was just James and me. The atmosphere was so calming and I felt so relaxed and happy. "Thankyou for letting me stay with you." I said. "Thankyou for agreeing." James grinned. I rested my head on his shoulder. "I really like it here." I sighed. "We love having you here." He lifted my chin so I faced him. We moved closer and his nose was brushing mine. Our lips were about to touch when mrs Potter came out the balcony. "Hey kids-" We jumped apart. "Oh uh sorry, I'll just um go in." She awkwardly walked back into the house. James rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess that's our cue." He said and we walked inside.

The topic of the almost kiss was avoided. It was Christmas day and the air smelled festive. I had bought gifts for everyone and placed it under the tree. Early in the morning everyone gathered around the tree and opened their presents. Everyone had bought me gifts too! James opened my gift, it was a book on quidditch plays, it was quite rare and I was glad I found it. He literally jumped when he saw it. "Holy moly! Where did you get this?" He asked me. "Near Malfoy manor, you know that tiny bookshop." He hugged me tightly. I gave Albus a muggle video game I thought he would like. I don't understand muggle things, I thought he would though. I got Lily a set of butterfly earrings and a pendant. The gifts I got were lovely too.

Dinner time was a bit hard for me. It was my first Christmas without dad and I missed him greatly. We would cook dinner together every year. This was the first time we didn't. After dinner, I felt like I would burst so I excused myself and went outside. I sat on the bench. I sniffled and closed my eyes. I felt a hand wrap around mine. I opened my eyes and saw James looking at me. "Angel, what happened?" The dam broke. Angel, my father called me that. I wrapped my arms around james' shoulder and cried. He ran his fingers through my hair trying to console me. "It's just that, it's the first Christmas without my dad. I just miss him so much." I said to him. He wiped my tears with his thumbs. "Im always here for you." He said seriously.

I looked into his eyes and saw how much he actually cared for me, I could see the love and concern for me oozing out of his eyes. I leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss. He pulled me closer to him while deepening the kiss. We pulled away for air and he pressed his forehead against mine. "I think I might be in love with you." I whispered. "I think I might be in love with you too."

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Wilfords Demands: Who Do You Belong To?

Summary- 5.2 k. Curtis Everett x Y/N. Written for @mcudarklibrary​ Kink Challenge- April. You’ve been in Curtis care for a few weeks now. He has no hesitation in reminding you who you belong to. Warnings- Dub Con/Non Con situations, punishments treatment, drug and alcohol mentions. 

Chapter One- Just Another Prisoner / Masterlist 

“So Curtis, how are you liking your new girl?” Wilford asked curiously as he flicked some crumbs off his luscious red robe, frowning as he rubbed at what looked like a smudge, under his breath he complained. “Those fucking cleaners never do anything right. Useless the lot of them.” The older man chose to ignore it for now, turning back to Curtis sitting opposite of him, Claude pouring fresh tea into two delicate china mugs. “Isnt she something, as soon as I saw her on camera, I knew you would like her. Yes, shes a bit thin still, but get some meat on her, and she will have all those nice curves to keep you occupied.” 

Curtis nodded his thanks to Claude and reached to take the cup, contemplating what Wilford was talking about, you were rather lovely in your innocence. All Curtis had to still do was look at you a certain way, and your cheeks would turn pink and your glance would look away from him, sometimes a tiny whine would issue, making him grin. “Im liking her quite fine. She was an innocent you know? I was surprised.” Wilford winked over his cup while he added generous amounts of honey comb to his cup, swirling his cup a bit before taking a sip.

“I had hoped she would be, How the fuck I know, pretty little thing like that. I am a bit disappointed she isnt pregnant yet though, but in due time I know. I just get impatient.” 

Curtis kinda shrugged a bit, he never really cared what Wilford did with the kids they made him, but this time it kinda rubbed him the wrong way. He didnt seem to pick up on it, or chose to ignore it, falling into another subject that Wilford used them for. Entertainment for the front enders for a couple months a year, a sport. 

“Also, its about time for the games, and Im putting my goods on you Curtis, Do not disappoint. Once you get in that ring, murder the sons of bitches.” The true purpose of the games, weed out the weak. So far only three of the original group still survived, Curtis was one of them for his brutal approach to all of it. He was a survivalist first, and had no issue getting blood all over in the process.

“Yes I know, trust me, I dont want my ass fucking dead.” Curtis growled out and grew impatient, ready to get back to you. “We done shooting the shit Wilford, or you ready for this months supplies?” 

“God your always so fucking impatient to leave my company.” Wilford rolled his eyes and sighed as if hurt, Curtis just stared at him waiting for him to get on with it. “Okay, my boy... let me know what you want.” 

Curtis wasted no time, filling out his demands and leaving straight afterwards. There was only so much time he could stand being in that mans presence. His spirit uplifted a bit knowing he would be seeing you again. You were still quiet in his presence, trying to remain unnoticed, but he was always aware of your presence unlike any other woman he had ever been with. Sometimes he would draw out conversation from you. But your answers were usually short, clipped, or you shrugged not knowing how to answer. Seeing how you lived in the tail end all your life, there was simply things you didnt know about. That was okay, you would learn about these things soon enough. 

Opening the door and stepping in, you were curled in the seat near the window, a book resting on your knee and gaze out the window watching the speeding landscape. You jumped slightly when Curtis entered and pulled your legs up nervously to watch him. Always so observant his girl was. "You havent seem to gotten to far while I was gone." nearby he sat down some bags of stuff he brought back with him, the items he had asked for from Wilford.

Your fingers trail down the spine and you slide it to the table, shaking you head softly. "Cant concentrate Curtis." Wary was how you were of this man, who stalked around his room till he moved to sit on the edge of the bed nearby. "Hmmm, do you not like it?" How brow arched and a your voice rose in a rush, as you clutched at the book. "No no, t-thank you... Its not that." You didnt want to loose a gift he brought you. Already reading through the few he had, you had gotten bored being unable to leave the small room. Curtis had requested a book for you with Wilford, and as you were finding out, Wilford accommodated Curtis requests typically.

"I was tested again, and still negative... " your voice dropped, admitting to your distraction. At first the news would cause Curtis to curse, drag you back to bed to try again.

So your head dropped, waiting to be yanked onto the mattress, but these past few weeks, he changed. Sometimes your news didn't cause any reaction, he would leave you to what you were doing. You trembled a bit, waiting to see what today would bring.

Curtis isnt sure when it changed for him, that he actually liked this one, it was something more then what was required of him, having any interest in his charge. You, a little tail ender was so innocent in to what he did to you, that he found it endearing. Her little surprised mewls when he taught you some new sense gave him satisfaction. He patted his knee. “Come over here Y/N” 

The tension raised between the two of you when you hesitated, curling your hands together and your face wanted to defy him, he could see the flash in your eyes and the way your breathing flared your nose. Curtis arched a brow daring you to tell him no. Oh would you? He almost wanted you to, that primal part of him loved overpowering you beneath him. You were so defeated when he first got his hands on you, but he felt that you had a bit of fire somewhere still, it just needed to be ignited. 

After a few seconds though you went back to your resigned manner and unfolded your legs approaching him, moving to stand in between his spread thighs. “Dont worry about the negative, it doesnt always happen right away.” His fingers snapped at your pants buttons and slid them down with a jerk, your hand bracing against his shoulder to keep from loosing balance and lifting your feet to loose your pants. He pushed your shirt up. “Get rid of all this to.” 

Lifting your shirt and tossing it aside, that deep blush he admired so much spread down from your face and neck, flaring over your collarbone. His mouth smirked until he lashed his tongue over a nipple, teasing the other with pinching fingertips. “But how long till they get impatient Curtis?” you took a shuddering breath feeling the warmth of his mouth tease you to a peak, rubbing your thighs together as heat pooled faster then you expect it to in your core. “Im ready to be done and go back home.” He growled at this, biting enough for you to yelp, and try to pull away but his legs have you trapped in between them. 

“What makes you think your going back Y/N?” He growled deeply, whipping you around, and pulling you back into his lap with one muscled forearm circled around your waist. “I already told you, you were given to me to use.” your hands were grasping his forearm pressed around your midsection, and you whine softly at his words. “But once Im pregnant you wont want me in your space, why wouldnt they send me back till birth?” 

“Cause, Im keeping you. Open your mouth.” He demanded and grabbed a hold of your jaw, forcing your mouth to open, his other arm loosened around your waist and moved two fingers to your mouth.“suck, get them good and wet Y/N”  his fingers pressed against your tongue and you immediately started to suck on his digits. doing your best to do as he asked. “As I told you a few weeks ago, your issued to me for at least the next few years.” Shifting his legs to hook yours over his knees and spread his legs so your thighs spread apart wide for him, the rush of cooler air hitting your aroused flesh made you moan around his fingers pressing against your tongue. “Your here till your used up or Im tired of you.” His voice, was so final as he yanked his fingers out from your mouth, tracing your bottom lip with one of the drenched fingers. “And then your still not going back there Honey. He wont let you go back home” 

Before you could fully register what Curtis was telling you, he dropped his hand to your cunt, his fingers warm and wet from how you worked them traced your pussy lips, soft under his fingertips, his biting kiss on your neck was a stark contrast, making you attempt to pull away, but he once more clamped his arm around your waist to keep you in place, his long middle digit dipping in between the folds, tease your sensitive flesh. “N-never? even if I was useless to have children?” 

“No, never. Have you ever seen anyone return to the tail end? Your not an exception. Trust me... You could be in a worst place then with me.” Continuing to rub your cunt, circling your aroused bud but never quite touching when he would return to stroking and teasing her entrance with slight dips of his fingers, collecting your arousal to spread. “I am not the only man who does this, and plenty are cruel to there partners.” It was getting harder to focus on Curtis as he started finally touching where you ached, his arm tightening when you would arch and let your head fall back to his shoulder. Pressing his lips to your temple. “Curtis... Its,,,” 

“Feels good right? Most the time it will if Im doing my job right,” Assuring as he let two fingers fill your wet heated entrance, making you open your thighs wider, his own adjusting to help you keep them spread. You were panting, rocking your hips to meet his thrusting digits. If you werent so caught up in the moment, you would have been embarrassed of the squelching sound your wet cunt was making the faster he pumped his fingers. Your walls started to clench around him, and that little firey coil started to tighten in your lower belly. 

“M-most of the time?” You managed to utter, and Curtis chuckled while biting lightly on your earlobe. “Well your a temptation, this tight little body.” His fingers hooked when he said that, come along with me baby. He would stroke your walls to comply with his wishes, fighting against his hold, and you were crying out when you pushed back into his chest, locking and shaking, flooding his hand. “Wouldnt be hard for me to loose control and just fuck you into the mattress” 

Your thighs are trying pushing to close, aching from being stretched open, and fighting through your orgasm. He shoved you forward slightly to undo his pants, and you lean forward to brace your hands against your knees, your head dipping forward to catch your breath. It wasnt long you felt his cock pressing against your back. God you fucking hope he never lost control with you, You could barely handle him now, and everything he did was measured calculated. Curtis did nothing without giving it some thought, you knew this. 

Hands at your hips, lifted your ass enough so he could fit himself into your core, and eased you back, slowly so he inched in, making you stretch around him but it still made you hold your breath till you were full of him, every movement you made, made you groan, his thrusts were quick upward angled jabs, pressing deeper and you still braced your hands while arching your breasts forward, this angle was so fucking full, concentrating was impossible. There was just rushed thrusts and grinding your hips back down. 

Somewhere it registered his cussing against your neck, as his thrusts pressed forward longer in your clenching pussy. “Fuck your so good, just gonna fill you till your dripping with cum.” He grunted against the back of your neck, his fingers digging into your hips and started to move you faster, bouncing you, and you just rode it till he roared and warm jets of his cum started to fill you. Your channel flexed around his cock, milking him for the last of it, and you collapse back against him, covering your face with your hands and giving a soft sob from your second orgasm within a short time. 

Pulling himself from him, he swiped his fingers through your cunt and scooped his cum back into you, making you quiver slightly at the sensation. Curtis gave a possessive nip to your neck, and shifted your legs back to a close. Fuck the muscles ached, all you wanted to do was lay down, the muscles in your thighs screaming with a burn. Curtis tapped your thigh to stand. “Dont be letting that run down your leg Y/N,” You nod and go to stand, your legs shaking enough to look like you might wipe out, Curtis hands shot out and grasped your hips to draw you back and sit on the bed. “Probably need a moment to get your legs back.” 

Tucking himself back in his pants, he let you claim the bed and went to where he had ditched the bags he brought back from Wilfords. You dragged a blanket over your naked body and watched with curiosity as he pulled out some clothing for you, nicer then the stuff youve been wearing. “Whats that for?” you asked curiously. 

Curtis brought the skirt and top over to let you inspect them. “They are for you. There is a entertainment car, and I figured your ready to meet others. I trust you to remember who you belong to” Your eyes brightened at the idea of seeing others, even if they were front enders. “Hows your legs? If you can stand, were going in half an hour.” He took the rest of the bag and turning his back to you, stored away a few books Wilford gave him, a treat for you later if you got to bored and deserved them. Curtis hoped there would come a time where you wanted to please him, not had to please him. 

While he was doing this, you tested yourself, and gathered the clothing to your bare chest. “they are fine... I will go get ready Curtis.” You escaped quickly into the bathroom, easing the door mostly closed. You rubbed your face in the soft long sleeve, it was the softest thing you could remember feeling and when you tugged the clothing on, braiding your hair to sweep straight down your back well past your waist, you couldnt remember feeling this way, like you were being showed off,and you kind of liked it. Stepping out, your clear your throat a bit and Curtis looks up from where he had been reading the spot you left in your books. 

Fuck you look good. Curtis nods his approval, and you nervously pick at the shirt, biting back a grin in your excitement. A warm rush tingles Curtis seeing you so damn happy for the first time since he brought you back a book, and unlocking the door, he held it open for you, beckoning you to step out. Going to step out the door, your hand braced on the door frame as you peeked out, it was empty, which your heart sunk a little and with a gentle ease of Curtis’s hand in the small of your back, you step into the wide looking hallway. He slung his arm around your waist, a steady hold on your hip and in the belt loops of your pants, he led you towards the front, the way you were dragged down to his room. “Now you stay with me Y/N unless I tell you otherwise, understand? Your free to talk to people that are in this car, but remember your place. You are mine, if I find out you are disrespecting what we have going on, or me, you wont like the consequences.” 

“Yes Curtis” you reply, feeling your mouth go dry with nerves and anticipation, would you know anyone there? You hoped so, you were desperate to find out how your friends were in the tail end. You two reached a gate, and your bouncing a bit at his side, the music on the other side is thumping loud and you can see flashes of lights through the cracks. Curtis smiles a bit to himself at how obvious excited you are to get out of the room, but there are rules, and he had to be sure you knew them. Turning you to face him, he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. “Remember what I said, do you understand? do you have any questions before we go in?” 

You nod probably a little harder then you should and you glance at the door once more before back up to him. “Am I allowed to ask about the tail end if I see anyone I know? That wont make you upset with me?” 

Curtis thought about this for a few moments, it wouldnt hurt and you so desperately wanted to know, probably still had your hopes up about one day seeing your friends again. “You can, but dont expect to see anyone from before in there Y/N” His fist thumped against the metal door, and it popped open enough for Curtis to slide through and he took your arm, bringing you through. It wasnt quite as you remembered, but last time you came through, you were being dragged, and didnt exactly have time to admire the setting. This time you did though, and your eyes widened before you. 

People, gyrating all over each other, among the flashing lights above them, it was extremely distracting and made you want to shut your eyes. First the people were laughing and dancing, then they would turn and a clash of teeth and lashing of tongues inhaled one another in open mouth kisses, moving from one person to whoever was closest. You leaned more into Curtis, not wanting to get caught up in the orgy. It was something you didnt enjoy from him, and you knew you wouldnt like it here either. With a push of his hand, Curtis broke past the group, and the car opened up to show more people dancing, some with one another, some off poles placed in what looked like a seating area, people lazing around, high from the kronoles scattered in the sunken seating booths. Curtis led you past these as well until you two were near the other side, and he directed you to sit. “Just wait here, I will be back.” A simple nod was efficient enough for him, and he went to the small bar set up. 

“Kronoles, rum and coke?” The man asked Curtis while he pulled out to glass jars to pour the alcohol into. 

“Just the rum and coke.” Normally Curtis would part take in the kronoles, chase that mindless high that came with it, but not this time with you accompanying him. He would come back another time without you. The rum and coke though, rare treat, doing some calculations about the occasion for the rare indulgence. Wilford had announced it was new years. Collecting the drinks, he came back to where you were half in and out of your seat, curious to your surroundings. Twisting back into your seat, your nose wrinkled as you sniffed your drink, used to only water. “What is it?” 

“Try it and find out.” Was all he said, and you cautiously brought your mouth to the edge, taking a sip. It burned and was sweet at the same time, and you took another sip that stung its way down your throat. The dart of your tongue wasnt missed by Curtis, and his cock twitched at the very notion of how sweet your lips would look stretching around his shaft, your head tipped to meet him with your eyes rolling up to meet him. Fuck... It was gonna have to go on your list of necessary teachings. No it wouldnt benefit what you two were striving for, but it was a damn sweet thought, your mouth sucking him off. To cool off, he to took a bigger swallow then your sip, appreciating the burn as it went down to settle in his gut. 

“what is it?” You repeated and he looked at you and swiped his thumb over your lower lip to dry it off. “Rum and Coke, we only get it once a year, usually its homemade shit or cheap ass beer thats long since gone stale. Its new years though, another year living on the train passed.” 

“Oh! I never heard the announcement.” Your gaze again falls to looking around the room, and you got bolder in your drinking. Soon, your eyes were brighter then usual and there was a flush to your cheeks. Curtis watched you get caught up in it all and he finally leaned over to whisper in your ear. “You can go dance you know, just dont stray far from the table.” He knew others would pick up on your innocence right away, target you for your weakness, typically it was a game. That is until people learned that your were his, and he was never one to share. 

Nervous, you hesitate a moment, and then push up to go up the stairs, and dont wander to far away, but mingle. Soon your drawn into a group of women who were just dancing, and the rush of the alcohol in your system swept you away in the motion. Curtis caught sight of you laughing and swaying your hips, deeming that you were fine. He collected your glasses to go refill them with just straight soda this time, and a pair of steel grey eyes crinkled at the corners, smirking watching Curtis, whom was unaware of the threat. About time he left his girl alone was the mans thoughts, pushing from where he been sitting with a group of friends and his own toy. 

You were unaware of any change happening, until a pair of hands slid along your hips, and hot breath against your neck, a lash of the tongue over your ear, you wouldnt doubt it was anyone other then Curtis so you didnt fight it. You were his after all, and your buzzed state, you couldnt tell that this was a slightly smaller set of hands on your hips, and that the person gyrating behind you certainly wasnt as broad as Curtis. Your time in the tail end, you were used to never having personal space, you simply fell back into the person behind you, getting lost in the tempo and rush of the alcohol.  

When he came back, he glanced through the crowd again as he set the drinks down, and Curtis couldnt fucking believe what the hell he was seeing. You pushing your sweet little ass of yours into Grey of all the fucking people. Quick, he snapped up to the dance floor, and your eyes sprang open to see him pushing people to crash into one another so he could get through, frightened you looked over your shoulder to see someone youve never seen in your life, and you stepped forward to meet Curtis. “Curtis! Im so-” 

“Get on your fucking knees now and wait!” He roared at you and your scrambled to fall at his feet like he told you to, your eyes welling up at your mistake. Curtis stepped around where you knelt, your hands wringing together. 

“Curtis, we were just having fun to.” Grey sighed with disappointment. “I had to see what the fuss was all about. I can see why Wilford got interested in her, she is cute for a cum slut.” 

“What the fuck makes you think you could touch her?” Curtis crowded Grey, who didnt back up but he to crowded back, smirking in Curtis’s pissed off face. 

“Wanted to see if they were as fucking easy as they come. I would have had her sucking cock in a few minutes with how she was grinding her ass into me like some horny bitch. Cant satisfy them Curtis? Why Wilford had to give you a tail ender? Not like they know any better.” 

Curtis didnt even bother with that jab, it was clearly meant to push his buttons. Drawing up to his full height, Grey albeit smaller, was not at all intimidated by Curtis, and leaned in a bit closer, smirking “dont worry Curtis, when I get her, and I will cause the winner takes it all, I will teach her how to properly behave.” You were pushing to a stand to try and explain to the two men, when Curtis caught sight of you “Did I fucking tell you to stand, get back in your place.” 

“But Curtis, it wasnt... “ You try once more, and he has to deal with you defying him, you gave him no choice. Ignoring Grey who watched this all with interest, he stalked forward and fists his hand in your hair, yanking you back to your knees. “What did I tell you?” 

“On my knees” You twist and cry out, your hands going to your hair to try to get him to loosen his grip. 

“Do I want any fucking sass coming from you?” 

“n-no.” You cant help the tears that are rolling down your cheeks and the way your head bows to him. 

Lowering closer to your level, his next words were so low it was hard to hear, but they held deadly promise should you not listen. “Start crawling to the door Y/N” Releasing his hold and shoving you to sprawl back. 

You look at him like he cant be serious, crawl? His face though, was all serious anger storming his blue eyes and you back away from him, the crowd parting to allow you passage. 

“Please Curtis...” 

Nothing, no softening or taking pity on you, you do only thing that you can, and start to pull yourself away on your hands and knees, Curtis watched your heart shaped ass sway back and forth, and then turns back to Grey, whos watching with an amused look. 

“Sure you dont want me to break in your little sweetheart? Ass like that good for alot of things, wouldnt be any trouble at all.” 

Curtis growled lowly “Dont fucking lay a hand on her anymore, shes mine. I have no problem shoving your dick down your throat should you think shes yours to handle.” 

Grey grinned at the challenge. “No, course not. Better not let her out of your sight again.” With that Grey turned back, and hoped back down into the seating area he had been occupying previously, yanking his own girl back in his lap, and slapping her thighs to spread, ready to share her with his current company. Curtis didnt waste any more time with them, and followed where she had crawled away, getting to the door, you were waiting this time, in a subdued position, on your knees, head bowed, palms up, trying not to look embarrassed or scared of it all. Made his cock twitch again, Fucking Christ, bad timing. “Get up” He yanked on your arm and hauled you to a stand. You stumbled, but did it all quietly, averting looking at him. 

It was silent going back to the rooms, and you tried to keep up best you could to his long stride. The train walls kept dipping as if off kilter and you stumbled into Curtis a few times. Finally though you two reach his room again and he gets the door to open, pushing you to fly in first. You stumble and grab a hold of the wall, trying to get everything to stop spinning. 

“Curtis, please I didnt know.” 

He doesnt care, more pissed off then he was before at your attempt for an explanation, he drags you from your grip off the wall and over his knee. “You knew better Y/N, and yet you fucking undermined me.” 

His knee is hard in your stomach, and you could feel him lifting your skirt to pool around your waist. You try to look over your shoulder but he shoves your head back to look at the wall and floor. Struggling, again a waste of your energy, hes holding you pinned over his knee with no more energy then he would give to a mild inconvenience in his day. Yanking down your panties to, he smacked your bottom hard, hard enough to jar you forward in his lap. 

“Dont worry I plan on marking your ass so hard, your not going to be forgetting who you belonged to.” Curtis gives no time to adjust, its one hard spank on one of your cheeks after another, its a fire burning you now, and your crying into his leg, arching once in a while when its a particular had slap, those sharp stinging ones that you swear are going to break your skin. Curtis hand prints popped up in welts, and you sobbed for him to stop. “Pl-please Curtis, I wont do it again. I swear... I thought it was you. “ He growled and started to come to a stop. He reached to take a fistful of hair and jerk your head back so he could see you even at this angle. 

“Who do you listen to?” 

Sobs crack your voice. “You Curtis...” 

“Thats right little one, next time be aware of who the fuck is behind you. Accident or not, if I catch it happening again, it will be worst.” He just as quickly put you in a stand, and stood up himself, gripping your chin so your tear stained face couldnt defy him and look away. “Next time it will be a leather strap and you will bleed for it. Get to bed now.” Dropping his hand and you are quick to move out of his way while he went to take a shower. 

Your ass, burning hot and every step screamed red hot through you, you peel away the clothes that you had been so excited for and folded them into the dresser, getting into an over sized tee that Curtis had given you to wear. Crawling in close to the wall, you lay on your side, waiting for him to come back out. He finished and didnt bother with clothing, snapping off lights as he came, he stretched out on his side, and yanked you over to him, hiking a leg over his hip, there was a unprepared thrust into your core, and you yelp into his chest, pressing your face there till the pain dulled, your breathing coming and going in shallowly as you braced for him to start moving he never did though, his arm just caged you in close. 

“You can sleep like this tonight, full of my cock so you dont forget who the fuck you belong to.” 

You sniffle in the darkness, trying to adjust to the full sensation hes stuffed you with. Now, you were even more homesick for the tail end. 

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[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Dimmed Lights (Pt.2)

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It had been about a month since Remus' wedding, Roman was starting school soon.

Roman despised school.

Soulmates kissing in the halls, marks so bright it was almost blinding. Students asking him why he hadnt found his soulmates yet, asking why his markings were oh so dull.

But his least favorite thing about the school, was the school's favorite power couple.

Roman had known for a while that goth kids were going to end up taking over one day, but this just proved it.

Janus Belgrave was a year above Roman, he was tall and he had heterochromia and canines that were so sharp they might as well have been knives. He always seemed to know everything about a person by looking at them. He was always wearing a hat or a cape, regardless of dress code formality. He had a soul mark shaped like purple and black flowers down one side of his face.

Virgil Liddell was in the same grade as Roman. He was short and shy but he could probably drop kick someone if they made him feel even the slightest bit threatened. He had bright lilac eyes and darker purple hair. His soul mark was in the form of a two-headed snake that wrapped around his neck and collarbone.

The two of them always wore much more clothing than Roman would have deemed necessary, and would get very defensive when asked about it. But, goth kids were weird, so he wasnt going to judge.

Roman sat on his bed, staring at the rows and rows of clothing in his closet. He supposed it was a good thing he didnt have to try fitting himself in there to. After a long while Roman finally decided on a red hoodie with two white stripes in the middle as well as stripes down the sleeves, a pair of shorts, and black boots.

"Roman! Breakfast!" Roman's mother called from downstairs. Roman let out a sigh that wouldve been worthy of an oscar had the timing been convenient. He rushed down the stairs and stuffed his face quickly.

The bus ride wasnt much different than usual, Roman head his head pressed against the window, that way it was much harder to see any of his classmates soul marks.

It was stupid that they were able to find soul mates so young in his opinion, why didnt the marks just develop over time instead? Why couldnt they just be kids without having to worry about who their soulmates would be? But of course, Roman had decided that his lack of understanding for soul mate ages must have just been his jealousy talking. After all, how was a boy with no soul mate supposed to know anything about finding one.

He also supposed that having no friends didnt help that. After all, people with soul marks tended to avoid the Soulless like the plague, it was incredibly rare for someone to be born with no mark at all, and they didnt want to risk that spreading.

So Roman sat alone, every day, during class, lunch, breaks. And he pretended not to care, pretended he didnt notice the suspicious glances the others gave his tattoos, or the rumors or the laughing or anything else that the school tried to throw at him.

"Is this seat taken?" Roman looked away from the window. In front of him was a person with short pastel blue and purple hair, a white dress with a mint green belt and sleeve-straps, and white boots, as well as round glasses with clear frames.

"No, of course not," Roman said simply. The person sat down, fixing their hair slightly.

"I'm Hestia, she/her," Hestia smiled.

"Roman, he/him," Roman said, and then he noticed what seemed to be white lines etched across Hestia's skin.

Hestia seemed to have noticed the staring, because she pulled a jacket over the markings soon after.

"They arent soulmarks if that's what you're thinking, I dont have any, these are from something else," she said, looking away slightly.

"Oh- I didnt mean-" Roman rubbed the back of his neck slightly. Finally, he pulled down the side of his jacket and shirt to show off the tattoos. Hestia's eyes widened and she smiled slightly.

"Are they nicer here? The middle school was never very nice about it," Hestia said, Roman bit his lip slightly.

"Well, they arent rude necessarily, but of course you must know how it is for us," he said sadly.

"Yeah. . . It's so stupid, we can still have relationships, even if we dont have soulmarks, after all they're just for relationships that or more than ordinary friendship, it's not like having no markings means I cant make someone a cake or something," Hestia said bitterly, scratching at the lines on her arms.

"Yeah, and does it make sense to you that we have them from birth? Like why do children have to worry about suddenly glowing in the middle of the playground. It seems a bit contrived if you ask me," Roman said.

"Yeah! I know a person who found their soulmate when they were in sixth grade!" Hestia said. People on the bus were giving the two of them scandalized looks, but at this point Roman didnt really care. He finally had someone to talk to who was like him, who agreed with him and didnt think it was a brutal tragedy that he had no marks.

As the bus ride neared its end Roman and Hestia exchanged numbers, she was a freshman and he was a junior so they knew they were unlikely to have any classes together, but both had agreed that they would meet up after school when they could manage.

But now that he was off the bus, it was back to acting like a terrified gazelle in a jungle of stripes and spots.

Of course, Roman was used to that feeling.

What he wasnt used to was being shoved against a locker by a man a little less than a foot shorter than him, kissed, and then left standing confused in the middle of what seemed to be a very intense argument.

"See! I told you I can catch people off guard! I'm not that loud!" From the looks of it, Goth² was having a very intense debate, and Roman seemed to have found himself right in the center.

"I didnt say you couldnt at all, I just said you're not very good with subtlety," Janus replied, smirking. Virgil's face seemed to be going redder by the minute.

"Oh like you're so good at sneaking around with your- height!" Janus let out a laugh.

"Aaawww, is the chihuahua mad because the Great Dane's better at pranks?" Janus said, ruffling Virgil's hair.

Roman coughed slightly, he hadnt meant to do it, but it seemed to get the two boys attention very easily.

"Ah- yes, Virgil, mind explaining so the damsel you've distressed doesnt think hes ruined a relationship?" Janus said, Roman's face went scarlet.

"Sorry- yeah I couldve probably gone with something else but I'm not exactly a quick thinker ok!" Virgil said, pouting.

"O-oh its alright-" Roman said, trying to cover the rapid blush spreading across his face.

"How about this, to make it up to you, why dont you sit at lunch with us? You're always sitting alone and I highly doubt that its healthy for you," Janus said, smiling.

Roman froze like a deer in headlights, all he could think to do was nod and accept the slips of paper handed to him by the two boys.

"What. The fwuh. Just happened." Was all he could say when they left.

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[stargazer-balladeer]

I have decided to do a self-insert- 😃😃 Lily is now part of the Genshin world-

If ya’ll are interested in her backstory, pls continue- but if u aren’t, its okay- :pp i just want to share it-

(I also decided to edit the Yatagarasu a bit :pp bc i only know abt it thru ace attorney: miles investigations- ya know, Kay? So imma center it abt that-)

So I was planning to make Lily a Yatagarasu, i’ve heard that he was a great thief in Japan (idk if this is tru- cause when i look it up- it showed a three-legged crow-) or in this case Inazuma- and I also want her to have some connections with Cecilia (ya’ll remember her right-?). So this is what I have in mind-

Lily was born in Inazuma, in a rich, powerful family. Her parents were actually ppl that do experiments on children, one of this was Aura (or, as we all know, Cecilia). Lily was never aware of this fact however, since she views her parents as idols. She has two older brothers, of whom she loved dearly.

Her parents weren’t home much so she usually spends time inside her room or with her brothers and servants. Her life was practically perfect until-

Lily was curious on what her parents do so she followed them one day. You can imagine her horror when she found out- her parents soon discovered that their youngest child followed them. Knowing that she would tell everyone, they promptly banished her from Inazuma.

[I also have smth in mind abt banishment. Since her parents are powerful, they must know spells, right? What if they make an enchantment on her that makes her unable to return to Inazuma? Like tatoos. They’ll burn in her skin if she ever gets too close to Inazuma. Just a thought- 👀]

Lily, now frightened and alone, was scared. She didn’t know where to go. So she wandered in the wilderness, gaining injuries and bruises along the way. She only ate what she could. It isn’t until she stumbled upon a village (im not sure abt this part actually but lets wing it-)

The villagers (mINEcRAfT-) took pity on Lily and an elder took her in. There she slowly healed. And its also there where she learned how to fight. Since this villagers were known for their stealth (or ninja) background, they decided to teach it to Lily.

Lily slowly mastered their techniques and such. She learned how to use a polearm (yes, i like polearms- fite me-) and slowly became a master. Through trials and errors of course. She left Inazuma when she was around 5-6, and she arrived at this village when she was around 7 (so she wandered for 1-2 years-). She stayed in the village until she was around 12 or 13 years old.

Her life was completely normal, until a fire broke out and wiped everyone in the village. Everyone but Lily. Devastated, she fled once more. But she now carries the knowledge of the techniques that the village has taught her.

She wandered around once more before arriving to Liyue Harbor (i actually dont know where Inazuma is located but lets just roll with it-). There, she saw how ppl behave. And saw how ppl is having a hard time with money, poverty in short.

Ever since she was young, she was told of the great thief Yatagarasu, who would often steal something and return it. No one knew about their true intent. Then they revealed that their only goal was seeking the “Truth”. After saying that, they took down the malicious ruler (at that era) and made Inazuma a paradise once more. (I’m not sure abt this- hshsh-)

Ever since then, tales about the Yatagarasu has been passed down from generations to generations. Lily always wanted to be like them, to be someone that is fighting for justice and freedom. So, she decided to become the second generation of the Yatagarasu.

Instead of doing what the tale said, she decided to be like Robin Hood and steal from the rich and give it to the poor. Ofc, since she was young and albeit clumsy, she was caught multiple of times. But she was always let out, free of charges. This is bc of Ningguang, who gain a deep respect towards Lily for her actions (i believe she would respect those who wants to help the poor since i read that she suffered from poverty as well-).

News started spreading abt the Yatagarasu, who steals in the night and vanishes in the morning. It spread like wildfire abt the sudden appearance of the Yatagarasu. Lily continued her actions, believing what she’s doing is good. As much time goes on, she soon became a master of stealing things from ppl.

But soon, the ppl in Liyue Harbor protested. They wanted the Yatagarasu to disappear. As much as Ningguang wants her to stay (she pities Lily-), she had no choice but to send her away. Even tho the ppl want to know the identity of the Yatagarasu, Ningguang kept it a secret and manages to calm the ppl in Liyue Harbor.

Now on the run once more, Lily continued to flee (she continued to ran for days-) until she reaches a mansion near the river. Starving, she took some grapes but was caught by a man. This man was none other than the mansion’s owner, Diluc. Diluc noticed her immediately and ask her where she came from.

“Inazuma. But I was banished.” She simply answered. Diluc noticed how thin and frail she look, having not eaten anything ever since she run away from Liyue Harbor (imagine that long trek- yikes-). Diluc decided to take pity on this girl and offered her a place to stay in the mansion, only for a while. In which Lily immediately accepts.

Diluc gave her food and some new clothes. (Her current design is albeit similar to his actually- just wanna point it out bc i want to draw her after this- 🤧) Lily’s pale skin began to glow and the light in her eyes came back. Diluc soon discovers her ninja-like skills when she was trying to reach for the cookies in the cupboards above-

He decided to let her stay in the Dawn Winery, making her his assistant or smth. So now, Diluc has a girl who’s following around, even in Angel’s Share. Many rumors started spreading abt the sudden appearance of Lily and the sudden disappearance of money for the rich ones-

Afterall, the tale of the Yatagarasu continues on- even if she’s not seeking the truth. (Diluc knows abt her Yatagarasu identity btw- 🤧🤧 he basically becomes her older brother-)

She doesn’t have a vision btw, i’m planning on giving her a vision thru the story- 👀 i’m still debating whether or not she’s an Anemo or a Pyro-

[lemongogo]

hey im the anon abt gyutaro/ume and i dont remember what happens to demons after they die ?? did i miss smth ? regardless i wanna ask what do you think their fate should be ? cause on one hand i think they're just victims of a cruel world who took the first way out they could find but on the other hand it doesnt rlly justify all the slaughter, and i also think abt the demon slayers who also suffered horrible fates and used it to fuel their determination to save other people from that pain

hi !! i don’t think kny ever explicitly mentions what happens to demons after they die (as in we never have concrete evidence of where they go or how their lives after are spent), but i think the general consensus is that the demons go to hell. 

in some cases, the family can decide to go with them (ex: rui and i think akaza? if i remember correctly?) but their fate is pretty much sealed from that point forward i believe. 

heres a pic of gyuutarou and ume, actually, in chapter 97 !!

but yeah !! thats something i think about a lot tbh. as you mentioned, many of the demons we’ve seen have either been groomed into demonhood (rui, ume, susamaru, etc.) or had their pain and suffering exploited (akaza, gyuutarou) for the sake of advancing other demons’ plans (muzan, douma, etc). so i agree ! a lot of these characters are unfortunate victims in themselves and its impossible to view their stories without incorporating the struggles they’ve had to face as both humans AND demons. especially considering that lots of these individuals experience muzan’s abuse regardless of their status relative to him (such as with the upper and lower moons). i think this is best explained through akaza’s relationship with muzan,

(ch. 67)

(ch.156)

and further explored though tanjiro’s observation of rui’s death. he notes that being a demon, for most, is an existence punctuated by extreme grief and despair, and that’s equally supported, i think, by the humanization of these demons following death. that their original conscious is restored (albeit with knowledge of everything they’ve done) and are oftentimes plagued by the guilt of what’s happened.

(ch.43)

what he says here is probably what sums it up for me. that while it’s important to condemn these demons and hold them accountable for the truly awful things they’ve done, it’s also important to consider the suffering they've experienced through existence alone. its so !! complex !! and thats what i love about kny. i love how .. you have some demons who are entirely despicable and bask in the carnage they create, but you also have some for whom demonhood was simply what appeared to be the only answer towards living a healthier life or righting the wrongs that’ve been done to them (usually with false promises and manipulation unbeknownst to them). and .. its so hard to figure out where to.. draw that line. or view these characters at least. because you sympathize with their pain, but you also realize that their actions have caused endless pain for many hundreds of people. tanjiro losing his entire family, giyuu losing his. shinobu watching her sister die before her very eyes, and kanao the same. the ubuyashiki family’s curse or the slaughter of himejima’s children. you look at characters like sanemi, shinobu, or giyuu and understand that you cannot invalidate their view of demons either. while kanae and tanjiro may find hope and humanity in demons, they exist as monsters who feast on pain to everyone else. its important not to discredit their perspective when making a personal choice to observe the demons’ hardships yknow. shinobu’s anger is just as warranted as tanjiro’s optimism and that neither are wrong for how they personally feel demons should be handled after death. 

im like. AAAAAAAA theres so much to it , its really hard for me to condense into a few sentences AHAHA im so sry for making u read this if u still are. but . i guess i’m not too sure. i think maybe, had i experienced the same pain as those above, it would be easy for me to say the demons deserve to go to the worst hell imaginable regardless of what they’ve gone through because that history isn’t accessible to everyone like it has been the audience (or that they’ve seemingly made the conscious decision to cause harm w/o understanding the ways in which demonhood obscures their original conscious/morality). but at the same time, you have those like tanjiro whose world view is shaped by positive encounters with demons like nezuko, tamayo, yushirou, etc. where it seems very evident that . theres more to it than what meets the eye. 

one of my friends ive talked to about this had a rly good perspective on it thats kinda stuck with me since !! she said she likes to view their conclusion as some . separation of identity?? if that makes sense?? that the demon side of them goes to hell while their human form goes to heaven (or division into whichever afterlife). and !! i think thats a really neat interpretation because there’s obvious descrepancy between demon personas and human personas. that the demon personas are like. exaggerations of their flaws, almost (akaza becoming hellbent on battle spirits and physical victories when hajuki’s fury & determination was fueled by love in a sense) while their human personas are the truest sense of self. and depending on which influence there is (muzan vs the appearance of loved ones), their identity changes accordingly. so ! idk ! thats one nice way of looking at it. holding their demon personas accountable while also recognizing that many of these characters deserve some form of healing after many hundreds of years of abuse. its hard because ofc i don’t want to negate the harms they’ve caused but its also? not cut and dry given the environment they were placed in and the fact that muzan’s blood essentially removes their humanity against their will you know. so in this way at least you have both forms of self receiving the proper conclusion. 

whwhwhw so im. !!!!!!!!!!!! ah !! i can’t say i have a definite answer but i think the one above is smth thats comforting to me. i think the story settles with sending them to hell once they’ve regained their past self but also .. “softens” it by providing them company by their loved ones who are willing to go w them?? so thats rly cool to look at too. because it holds them accountable for all that’s happened but also.. recognizes that they’re not wholly responsible for it either and that .. even in hell they’re able to keep their connections and human emotions/experiences . its tragic yet oddly. fitting, i think, of the kny narrative. while i like the aforementioned interpretation, i also really.. appreciate the way its set up in canon too. like yeah i want the best for them but also. it fits in with the tragic nature of demonhood and what it meant for them all. oddly enough. 

u make a good point too !! about demon slayers experiencing the same hardships but using their pain to help others. i think a lot of it is plainly chalked up to luck in terms of.. what they were exposed to following tragedy. how shinobu and kanae were saved by himejima, tanjiro saved by giyuu, kanao picked up by shinobu and kanae, sanemi given the guidance of kagaya while akaza was killed by muzan during his lowest moment, ume and gyuutarou were cornered by douma, rui misled by muzan, etc. i think circumstance is definitely a large factor in determining the paths that were taken. such as sanemi’s anger being validated and heard by ubuyashiki vs, say, akaza’s same anger being intentionally exploited for muzan’s gain.

aaa anyways. theres a lot 2 be said about this. like. SO much on my mind and obviously the extent of muzan’s abuse goes far deeper than what’s briefly mentioned here but.  i love talking about the complexities of kny . and how i view the demons vs the corps and how each of them have grown into their respective stories . AA but ill end it here THNK U >> also so sry for making u read thru all of this i get so excited i could talk abt kny all day long if i had the chance AAA 

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S4 Ep 23: Roland Freaks Out for 25 Straight Minutes

Oh man, took a break from the blog for a bit there because I gave myself a project to do that is 160ish color panels to draw by June 30th and um...it takes a while to do that, it turns out. Every time I’m like “wow I actually have enough time to make a buffer for the blog” I get so distracted.

But anyways, I started having some issues with my wacom tablet, my mouse is a nightmare, and so...I’m just gonna look the other way and write a recap and unplug all of the wacom stuff and just stay the hell away from whatever happened to that...tablet.

maybe It’ll be fine tomorrow?

*sweats nervously*

Thank God I didn’t buy a cintique, that’s all I’ll say. 

Anyway, lets go back to Yugioh. Where were we?

That’s right. Mokuba is checking in with my favorite Kaiba, Roland, who is currently just trying to keep the company running while the official Kaibas are flying to California.

And I’ll be honest, as I was typing this I thought “and why are they going to California again?” and it took me like...10 minutes to remember that Seto dropped absolutely everything and jumped on this massive plane in order to beat Rafael at cards to win the title “King of Games” which...Yugi had already lost to Rebecca about 2 years ago prior, but don’t tell that to Seto. Or Rebecca.

Also don’t tell Seto that the “King of Games” title originally comes from being possessed by a very emo ghost that has a tendency to set people on fire with Russian whiskey and has nothing to do with whatever shenanigans went down with Pegasus.

Honestly, I like to think that in the modern version of this show, Pegasus threw the “King of Games” line out there as like a corny joke, and when the teenagers started latching onto it like it was real, he was like “Oh what?” and left it alone because he just got his left eye ripped out of his face and was very distracted by the large amount of cultists in his basement that he suddenly needed to let go.

But youknow it’s the end of the world, Kaiba’s company is being bought out by a competitor, one of Dartz’ assassins are trying to kill both him and his brother, but he has to go to California immediately to play Rafael while he has the chance. Not sure how Alister got the tip-off that Kaiba would be flying back to California so quickly, but knowing the Kaibas, they probably jump on a plane several times a week.

I’m just still baffled that Mokuba’s doing this over a cell phone. That he was like “I better call someone.” and instead of calling the Airline or the Coastguard he’s like “I’ll call Roland💗”

I’m pretty sure Roland saw that phone ringing with Mokuba in the callerID and was like “NO NO NO NO NO”

(read more under the cut)

Luckily for Roland, everyone at Kaiba corp has to learn how to fly planes in order to pass the entry exam.

For reals though, that plane just casually bumped off a mountain like it’s in Diddy Kong Racing.

There’s a lot of levels of brother’s saving brothers in this episode. You have Seto who thinks he’s saving Mokuba, but in fact it is Mokuba saving Seto by keeping this plane afloat. And then in reality, you can take another brother step backward and say it was Roland who was saving Mokuba who was saving Seto by giving the phone to that rando, and take even another step backward and say it was this Random Guy who was saving Roland who was saving Mokuba who was saving Seto.

So in reality, no brothers were really able to save eachother, it was actually that one secretary at the desk who screamed “JUST PULL THE LEVER HARDER, I DUNNO” until it worked.

But just remember that the theme of this episode is brothers saving brothers, although Mokuba is too small to really fly this plane, and Seto is too crazy to stop this duel and Roland is not really the secret inept heir of the Kaiba bloodline, and only in my little headcanon.

And also, I just have no idea who that random secretary is.

Anyways, Alister made this thing happen on the field.

Hey guys?

How many guns do you need on a tank?

Like I...

That is a hilarious amount of guns on this tank.

Like every character designer part of me is dying right now. It’s when you’re learning Maya, and you finally figure out the duplicate tool, and you just--you just strap a billion guns on a spaceship. We’ve all done this.

But like...this gunship has a face, and that face has it’s own tiny Oricalchos.

All I’m saying is that Alister is having a hell of a time in his Maya 101 class he takes at the local community college when he’s not busy working for Kaiba Corp Airlines or busy killing people for Dartz. I want to know what grade he got on this project, because in my Maya classes the only people who were this dedicated were building weird ass warships for their games or building intense 3D My Little Pony fanfic.

Here’s a list I can think of from the top of my head of challenges Seto Kaiba either quit or completely failed outright (basically the times Seto has NOPEd out or been forcibly kicked out):

-Joey Wheeler’s many challenges and also Spanish Class (as mentioned above)

-Beating Yugi in a card game

-Not joining Pegasus’ tourney initially so he could go on a vacation.

-We’ll just assume he’s only taken like a bunch of random college classes but only got an honorary degree

-Chess (like he was a Grand Master at one point but wtv, cards exist now)

-Didn’t arrest the Big Five or remove them from his mmo so they freakin died in there.

-Being the actual owner of the Millennium Rod

-Every time Yami tells him that they should be friends

-That whole story line where he was dating a dragon in a past life

-fulfilling that prophecy of killing Yami in the present timeline to end the world

-attempting to blow up his own battle city tournament before it was over because he didn’t win

-Getting all 3 Godcards

-When a possessed Tristan appeared over a mountain top to duel everyone and Seto just went “I’m out” and simply walked away

-Flying a blimp from point A to point B without it setting on fire

-Getting his Dad to build an amusement park

-Just anything to do with Noah

-the existence of magic in general

-every attempt he’s had to rebrand Kaiba Corp as “funtime games inc I swear we don't make tanks anymore, stop looking at all the tanks”

-Seto Kaiba’s entire Destiny storyline this season that he has gone way out of his way to get away from.

And like I’m sure there’s more, but I feel like half of Kaiba’s MO is that he is either Too Good To Bother With This or he has Lost Everything Very Dramatically. Mokuba at least has the right idea, by being one of the few people who has beaten Yugi Muto by peacing out halfway through the duel and stealing all Yugi’s stuff off of Yugi’s side of the table.

Anyway, despite it being like...5 seconds since we saw Roland in a weird cyber room in what I assume was Japan, we now see him with his head pressed against the glass of this helicopter being like “BOYS NO NOT AGAIN WHY”

And youknow, Roland was just trying to do the right thing, but he accidentally made things a million times worse by just showing up.

And so Alister was like “well I better crash the plane now with this gust of green energy that destroys all mechanical equipment.”

Really not sure how Alister was planning to leave this plane after this duel was over. I don’t know if he thinks that far ahead.

this isn’t even a joke I made up, Roland really did run up to the pilot and was like “Just throw down some ladders! That should work!” and it’s like...Do you not see the giant ship covered in a thousand guns right now, Roland?

And then Alister and Seto decide to have a fight about ethics where they’re both pretty wrong.

I mean it’s not the exact line but yes this is basically what Seto said, point blank, and I was like “well...at least he owns it.”

So cards happen, dragons get played (so MANY dragons) and because we had to end this arc, Alister loses the duel as we kind of knew he would.

And then Mokuba, because he knows no other life, sees an asshole older brother in pain and just wants to adopt him.

Enjoy that trauma tossed onto your already megalith sized trauma pile, Mokuba.

Elsewhere, the legendary dragons have started syncing again, which is a weird thing that they can do that none of these guys have any control of.

Mostly it just irritates whoever is holding these cards at the time.

But behold! the glory!

The glory of three tubby dragons wielding a plane!

It’s what Kaiba always wanted but he had absolutely no idea he was doing it. Will anyone tell him that he managed to summon three dragons to fly him around the sky like a mamma bird? No. No one bothers to tell him that his wildest dreams just came true.

FYI There were other stills of more of the dragons and the plane, but I kept pausing on instances where it kinda looked like they were humping the plane so I gave up.

But, at least we all get to meet up, around the smoke coming out the back of this giant plane that now...will just sit here...until someone sues KaibaCorp over it, I guess.

Like a soccermom, now Roland gets to give the whole frenemy crew a ride with...copters or whatever.

I dont’ know how Roland got here, y’all.

This happens a lot with animated shows, youknow, there’s a lot of plot threads, a lot of scenes and episodes that get freelanced out and outsourced, and people who make these shows aren’t working on the whole thing at once, they’re just going off of director notes--so there’s a good chance they had no idea that Roland...just shouldn’t be here.

But it’s OK, I enjoy whenever Roland is panicking in the background. He’s good set dressing.

Seto does not give any more explanation of this corpse.

And then, sprinting as fast as he could out of his copter comes Roland, who does what Roland does best. It’s this moment where you would usually see a parental figure reveal how much they care and adore their little children. But because it’s Roland, and these are the Kaibas, he instead takes this moment to reveal exactly how inept he is at the very last second.

Never change, Roland. I love this massive green haired disappointment.

Anyway, I’m not sure when I’ll get the next update out, since I’ll be knee deep in drawing art I don’t need to draw, but just know I’m not dead. Usually I post fanart or whatever, but all I have is this Dartz I started drawing but he just has so much hair that I don’t think that one will ever get even remotely finished.

But anyway, if you just got here, this is a link to read these from the start.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Alright, you know the drill! Keep writing for it until I get requests for it! It's the only way its gonna grow lol.

~Your Turn, Kai~

Au: Kaishi

Part: (technically two)

Theme:Comedic Fluff

You laughed at your husband's distress while you packed your bag. "And food? How will I fair with that? What about all the work I've got to do? What about if the brat gets sick somehow?" Kai was internally panicking. You could tell by the way he layered question after question while you packed. "Kai, calm down. It's your son so I'm sure you'll be fine. Besides, you have the others to help you just in case something happens." You smiled at him before zipping your bag up, signaling that your packing was over. "They don't want to be around him because of the last time he went haywire. Can't you just take him with you?" Kai pleaded with you. Although his simple medical mask was on, his eyes revealed his true worry. You smiled gently and made your way to him. You placed a (s/c) hand on his cheek and gently stroked it. After moving your hand down, you gave him a soft peck on the cheek to reassure him. "I can't take him with me because this is a girl/boys/friends night out. I'll be back first thing in the morning." With that, you left the house and went to meet up with your friends. Kai watched as the car drove away and left him alone with his son. As if on cue, Kaishi bolted from his room and went to stand next to Kai on the steps. "Mommy/Daddy is gone? I missed them?" Kaishi began to sniffle. Kai sighed and kneeled down to look at his son eye-to-eye. "Calm down Kaishi, they'll be back. Besides, you already told them bye before going to bed last night. Now go inside and change out of your pajamas so you can eat breakfast."

As Kaishi went to change, Kai was standing in the kitchen confused as hell. He never cooked ever because he usually left that task to you or someone else. Now that he was on his own today, he was experiencing real world issues (instead of just making a cup of instant ramen). He could've just called the others belowgrounds to help, but he didn't want to admit how useless he seemed. Besides, most of the Precepts were off today, and the others were busy with work. "Daddy, where's the food?" Kaishi's curious voice snapped Kai out of his thoughts. Cereal! That's quick, clean, and easy to make! "Sit at the table. I'll make you a bowl of cereal." Kai ordered and Kaishi obliged. Kai poured milk first, and then went to pour cereal. Sadly, a single oat fell into the bowl signaling that they were out of cereal. "Daddy, that's not how you make cereal." Kai groaned at his son's commentary. "Very well. What about eggs?" Kai asked him. Kaishi shook his head. "No I dont like those very much. Can I have cake for breakfast?" Kaishi asked him.

"Absolutely NOT. You will eat eggs and you will like it." Kai said as he prepared to cook the meal. His son sighed in annoyance and pouted until Kai was finished cooking (BURNING) the eggs. Kaishi refused to eat them, and even got up and ran from the table. Kai swore he was going to lose his mind and it wasn't even 12 o'clock yet! Eventually he just caved in and made Kaishi a sandwich instead. The sandwich was no better, and it tasted like germ-x because of Kai's obsessive cleanliness. Nevertheless, Kaishi ate it because he was hungry. Following the whole day, Kai had to withdraw from his business work in exchange of taking care of the household chores that you had to do. The worst was grocery shopping.

"Kaishi Chisaki, put that back right NOW." Kai said under his breath. Kaishi groaned and reluctantly went to put back the chocolate cakes. The cart was already half full of snacks, Kai had to draw the line somewhere! "Daddy, what's the difference between honeydew and watermelon? Aren't they both melons? Also, grandpa says that everytime it rains, a dragon is crying in the sky. Is that true? Oh, oh! Daddy, How old are you? Daddy, can I have a jacket just like yours one day? Daddy, why does Mr. Deidoro smell so bad all the time? Daddy?-"

Kai was going to put himself through the wall! He abruptly stopped pushing the cart and slowly turned to look at Kaishi with a burning annoyance. "HUSH." At that point, Kaishi knew he had pushed his dad's buttons too much, but he still had one more question to ask. "Daddy, how are babies made?" Kai's eyes widened and he cleared his throat before continuing to grocery shop. "Daddy, you didn't answer me? Where do babies come from?" Kaishi pressed. Kai kept pretending not to hear him until they made it back home. Eventually Kaishi gave up on asking questions.

By now, Kai was ordering dinner and chasing a butt naked Kaishi through the house because it was bath time and Kaishi didn't wanna to in the tub just yet. "Come here, you disgusting brat!" Kai shouted while Kaishi just laughed loudly and kept rounding corners. Kai slammed his hand on the ground and went to form a blockade with his quirk. Kaishi simply placed his little hand on the wall and reassembled it to be a gaping hole for him to pass through. The only thing that stopped the kid was the fact that Pops had woken up from his nap and Kaishi ran into him without looking. "Kai my boy, I believe this belongs to you." Pops chuckled as he handed the laughing child off to his father. Kai sighed in relief. "Thank you Pops."

When you returned early the next morning from your trip, the house was spotless and silent. It was 7 a.m and usually Kai was up getting ready for work, but there wasn't a single sound so far. You made your way to the bedroom and it was empty. By now you were starting to worry a bit. You quickly went to check on Kaishi and there your heart swelled at the sight in front of you. Kai was passed out on the way too small children's bed, his legs hanging off the end of the mattress. Kaishi was knocked out on top of him. One arm was cradling Kaishi, the other arm was holding a children's book. You smiled and got plenty of pictures to commemorate the moment. Seems like daddy did well by himself.

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pazam: a mess, truly a mess

so i usually dont do these kind of posts, i guess you could say its a call out of some sort? but i never liked that word, i prefer rather to just compile sources on WHY people would believe that a certain person is not truly as nice and understanding as they seem. consider this more of a psa post, detailing on whats going on with pazam on the sfm community, why so many people are against them.

So, a while back, tumblr user jymble made a post on the main tag stating that pazam was transphobic. they linked back to this post, which contains screenshots of pazam in a group chat stating that they do not feel comfortable with the idea of trans people. now, this did happen 9 months ago, true. however, for the record, pazam is already an adult, 24 years old, so they should have some tact. and as further and more recent events will show, they actually havent changed that much at all, at least not as they claim.

the screenshots should be in the post, but here is a transcript

[Screenshot one]

Pazam:

What????? Why?????

I literally HAVE NOT been doing ANYTHING malicious to them

And if it did I apologized

Yes I do have discomfort about them but I keep it to myself

Why are you doing this????

[End screenshot one]

‘Them’ here refers to trans people in general. Notice the defensive and victimizing stance they almost immediately take upon being confronted about their feelings on trans people.

[Screenshot two]

elliott:

of COURSE you dont

sammaku:

Like specifically

Elliott hush

Pazam:

This whole concept of transness and changing your gender physically

I hate to say it again but it weirds me out and it makes me question my own gender which flings me into anxiety, depression, and obsession

sammaku:

Its fine to not understand but are you willing to learn about it

Pazam:

I don’t want to talk about this anymore

sammaku:

That depression anxiety and obsession just comes with gender issues

(the rest of the text is cut off)

[End Screenshot two]

notice once summaku asks them if they would at least be willing to learn about it, pazam immediately deflects it by saying they dont want to talk about it anymore.

[Screenshot three]

Pazam:

Seriously??? That’s all it takes????

Wow I’m a moron

I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused to you

@.aziraphale @.elliott @.sammaku

I just don’t get this stuff period

And I’ve gotten into trouble with this stuff before

I’ll probably never understand it for the rest of my life but I’ll try to be more tactful around y’all

Especially since you’re all young

And I’m like an adult

[End screenshot three]

While at first this would seem like they had finally learned their lesson and apologized, the things they add on after the @s become quickly worrying. Not only do they admit to ‘have gotten into trouble with this stuff before’, meaning they have probably shown their transphobia in other places and been called out, but they also stand firmly on the fact that they will never understand it or ‘get’ it.

And of course, as jymble points out, the implication that the people they were talking to were only acting like that because they were young.

A while after this post was made, Pazam had posted an apology, and went onto contact jymble asking for the post with the evidence of their transphobic to be taken down. The reason? They were afraid people would see it and think they were still transphobic and not give them a chance.

In this more recent post, you can see the conversation play out between Pazam and jymbles. Long story short, Pazam feels that it’s unfair that that post is still up after they apologized, and jymble of course said they would rather not take it down, people deserve to know what they did and take their own conclusions, even if that involves avoiding them. How does Pazam respond? By flat out deleting the apology post. I’d love to show the apology post to give you both sides of the story but I cannot anymore, because Pazam in a very bizarre move just deleted it because they got mad a trans blogger wouldn’t take down their post with proof.

Here’s the transcript of the screenshots:

[Begin Conversation]

rebloggidy (Pazam’s personal):

I’m by no means transphobia-free after learning what I’ve done but at least I know my actions and am making an effort to be a better person towards trans people.

rebloggidy:

Hi again. So I hate to be that person but would it be ok if you took down that post about the transphobia claims? I know it took me 9 months to apologize but if people only see your side of the story and not realize the post I saw they’ll take it out of context and still think I’m transphobic. Do you understand?

jymble:

... i already told you im not taking down the post.

[jymble sends a screenshot of her own message in a previous conversation, the screenshot reads as follows:

however, i dont think im taking the post down, nor am i entirely comfortable with you interacting with me either. people deserve to know how you acted with this stuff, until youre really and truly *better* with it instead of just trying, and i was a direct target of it]

jymble:

you oughright told me "im by no means transphobia-free", word for word sorry, but i told you before. im not taking the post down.

rebloggidy:

I remember that. But what I'm trying to say to you is that if people who read it out of context will immediately think I'm still transphobic without the other side of it (my comment)

And I don't want people to think that in the future

jymble:

if people make assumptions without looking at the entire situation, thats on them

i am not deleting the post and thats final. people have a right to know what youve done, and they have a right to be uncomfortable

rebloggidy:

I'm ready to take down my post because frankly, I'm sick and tired of having to justifiy something that I did 9 months ago, and that people grow and learn even not 100% during that time and I'm ready to move on.

I'm still into smile for me and feel free to make a blacklist of my name so anybody who rbs my work on your dash can have it hidden or something.

Take care.

[End conversation]

a lot to unpack here, but perhaps most notable is when jymble simply stands her ground and tells pazam she wont take down the post, pazam straight up decides, without being told to or anything, that they should take down their apology. later on, they made a post stating why they deleted the post, and saying they had ‘been forced to’.

I also would love to link it here, but as of now of writing this, like, not even an hour or so after I had seen that post, it got deleted. The only memory I have of it is a conversation I had with my boyfriend about Pazam, in which I copypasted a fragment from that post that read:

“ So for those wondering where the apology post went, I was forced to delete it. I wanted to archive it in some way so I could pull it up for reference, but there was no way I could. Also I didn’t really want to see it every time on my blog because quite honestly it’s upsetting to look at.”

There are some lies and twisting of truths here. Pazam wasn’t forced to delete it, they decided they should do it as a way to somehow get back at jymble. And the excuse that it was upsetting for them to look at is just inexcusable, what matters most, letting people know of what youve done and that youre sorry, or just never addressing the situation?

But, well, I’m just hoping you’ll take my word for it. As you see, Pazam has officially deleted ANY traces of acknowledging this situation on their blog.

This worries me. If Pazam is truly as concerned that they will be seen as transphobic as they claim, why are they deleting anything that could give them a chance of showing their own side of the story?

Now, that is the end, for now, of Pazam’s history with transphobia. However! It is not the end for some other very shady things.

Namely, Pazam has consistently whitewashed characters from Smile For Me, specially Kamal, and when called out on it, simply deletes the asks.

Want to know how I know this?

I sent them an ask myself. I had come across this picture of Boris and Kamal:

And I knew that this wasn’t right. I can understand using light colors and doing watercolor, but if they can make Boris’ hair brown and vivid enough, why not Kamal? He looks like another character completely, or like he’s deathly sick! 

So I sent them an anonymous ask, perhaps a bit exhasperated, true, and my wording could be better. It went something like: “i am begging you to draw kamal with darker skin”.

I waited, checked. But nothing came of it. They never answered it.

Pazam flat out ignored when they were told they had drawn a canonically brown man with skin way too light. Not even a lone text post saying ‘hey anon, i dont agree with you’ or ‘hey anon im sorry it wont happen again’. Nothing. No word, no opinion.

And with this situation going on with them evading responsibility, I can’t say I’m fully surprised.

And, yet another thing. People had expressed concern over the fact they had drawn their Flower Kid, who is 17, in very intimate and close positions with Dr. Habit. It included nuzzling faces, cuddling in bed together, wearing his coat...

And they did hear the claims this time. As of now, their Flower Kid is 24, according to them.

Except... They do not look 24. At. All.

this is a 12 year old. at best. short body, stubby legs, big head. those are all attributes of a very young character, usually children. like, legitimately, thats how childrens anatomy is in real life. the younger the person, the bigger their head is in proportion to their body.

We have already had an adult trying to justify drawing their flower kid who barely looked like an adult if at all in intimate situations with Habit. Let’s not let it slide by again.

And yes, I’m aware Pazam claims that those pictures were not supposed to be interpreted as romantic, ‘only platonic fluff’ and that they intend to keep it that way, but I have talked to my boyfriend who is a survivor and he said it very well could be a case of someone just trying to cover their tracks.

BUT, all that being said, maybe this one particular instance could be just us being wary. Still, it does not diminish all that they have done, specially ignoring the whitewashing claims.

What you are going to do with this information, I do not know. Maybe you don’t care and will keep reblogging their content. Maybe you’re disgusted by them. But I’m just here to give you the facts. Personally though, I’m not willing to give them much of a chance after the way they’ve behaved. They are 24 years old, three years older than me, and I think I could do a better job of handling a situation like this, frankly.

[itskimtaehyung]

Blindspot

Who is he? Who is the man with no eyes?

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader (non romantic)

Genre: Supernatural Horror, Drama

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary:  Everywhere you turn, he’s there, just barely on the edge of your vision. No one else seems to see him. He outside on the street, in your house, in your room. Yet, no matter how hard you try, you’re unable to look at him directly.

Warnings: mentions of death and blood

A/N: if y’all dont already think i’m the worst procrastinator ever i’ll have you know that i started this fic in august of 2018 and meant to finish it for halloween of 2018 but i couldn’t even finish it in time for halloween of 2019 bc im trash

Two children, a boy and a girl, played along the rocks at the waterfront. It was overcast today, as it usually was, and a dense fog rolled over the bay toward the shore. They scuttled along, chasing crabs, attempting to grab the tiny, orange critters as they disappeared into the water. Their mother watched from a bench a few feet away. 

“Be careful, loves. We can’t afford to lose anymore people here.”

The children nodded understandingly and proceeded with their activity. That is, when the eldest, the sister, spotted something strange amongst the jagged rocks that jutted out from the mellow tides. 

“Mommy! What’s that?”

The mother stood up from the bench and calmly strolled over to her daughter. She peered down at the rocks, and saw the strange figure that was jammed between them. 

The mother let out a sigh. “That’s Stephanie. Do you remember her? She baked brownies for the bake sale last month.”

The son nodded. “I thought she went missing last week.”

“She did. This is where the people who go missing sometimes end up. Come on, children.” She held out both her hands and each child took one. “You two walk on home while I go tell Sheriff Strazzeri.”

Emerald Bay was too small for a proper sheriff’s department, or a crime scene investigation unit. It was just Sheriff Strazzeri, passionate about the law, and his son, Will, who attended the town’s subpar, probably not accredited by any other town’s standards, medical school. Together they investigated all the weird things that happen in this tiny town.  

People always say there’s nothing to do in Emerald Bay. They’re pretty much right. It’s a small coastal town, with a population of about four hundred and declining. On the east side of Emerald Bay is the Marina, lined with abandoned boats that smell of rotting fish and are covered with ancient, dried-up barnacles. On the west side is your ticket out: a dirt road that leads into the forest, a thick, dense barrier of emerald painted evergreens. That’s where the town gets its name. And past the forest is the farmland, and past the farmland is the big city. So why don’t people leave Emerald Bay? Why don’t they abandon it completely?

The answer? No one ever makes it out of the forest alive. 

Everytime someone packs their bags and tries to leave Emerald Bay, something prevents them from truly leaving. You remember when you were young, maybe three or four years old, your neighbor, Ben, decided he had enough of the monotony of this town, and got in his car and started driving. You thought he was off to a bigger and better life, somewhere out in the big city, but three days later, they found his car broken down on the road in the forest, with his dead body rotting inside. 

A few years before that, a woman who had been widowed, thought it was too difficult living in the house she had shared with her husband. She didn’t even take her things. She just started walking. She wandered into the forest, and a few days later, her body was found floating in between the boats at the Marina. In the pocket of her yellow raincoat was a piece of paper, surprisingly undamaged. On it was a drawing, done in what appeared to be blood. It looked like it was drawn by a toddler, simple and cartoonish. It was of a man, or rather a stick figure, with something over his eyes. Below the drawing were two words: SAVE ME. 

This has been going on for as long as anyone can remember. Residents have tried to explain this strange phenomenon, sometimes with outlandish theories. But the most common theory, and what you think is the most plausible one, sprang from the drawing found in the widow’s pocket.

Many think that she was trying to warn us. That she drew it in a haste before she died. Many think that there is a man in the forest. One that wears a piece of cloth over his eyes. One that takes the lives of anyone who wanders into his home.

Supposedly he lives in the forest alone. Deep into the dark woods, making himself known only at night. His skin and his hair are an ashy gray, and he is said to glow under a full moon. But the most distinguishing thing about him is he always wears a black blindfold. Why? Because he is blind. Because he is the man with no eyes. 

You have always been interested in this kind of stuff. The spooky, the scary, the unsettling. Slenderman theories completely consumed you in grade school. So did werewolves, ghosts, and all things supernatural. You’ve always managed to prove them all as myths. Except this one.

You had almost forgotten about the man in the forest until last week. 

Mark was a well beloved citizen of Emerald Bay. You had been in school with him your whole life. He was so incredibly smart and gifted. Everyone thought he would become mayor one day or something. That is, until a couple of weeks ago, when he went missing.

His family said he went to buy milk from the grocery store and he never returned. All of Emerald Bay were on the lookout, although there aren’t very many places to hide in such a small town. He had no reason to run away either. His parents were very loving, and his friends were supportive. No one ever imagined that he would do such a thing. 

A week after Mark went missing, his body is found at the edge of the forest. There’s no sign of injury, and he wasn’t gone long enough to die from thirst or starvation. Will can’t find anything wrong with him. He can’t even determine when Mark had died.

As an ordinary citizen, you don’t have access to many of the details surrounding Mark’s death. All the information you get is from what they print in the local newspaper, and you know those things never tell the whole story. You began volunteering at the local library a few months back, hoping to gain more access to the towns archives, but there are so many newspapers and journals that it quickly became overwhelming, and you put a pause on poring through them. However, being the urban legend enthusiast you are, you want to know more, and the only way to get information is to dig it up yourself.

That’s why you waited until tonight, the night of the first full moon since they discovered Mark’s body. You equip yourself with a flashlight, pepper spray, and a sledge hammer (you know, just in case). You’ve never hunted this kind of creature before, so you don’t know what kind of equipment you would need. It’s stupid to go out into the forest alone, especially on the night of a full moon, but you don’t know anyone stupid enough to agree to go with you. 

The streets are dead, as they are every night, when you pull your car up to the edge of the forest. You can see the full moon peeking through the branches of the trees, round and luminous.

You must go on foot from here. The roads in the forest are bumpy and jagged from the tree roots breaking through the asphalt. You would bust a tire within seconds of entering. 

The chilly sea breeze nips at your skin when you exit your car. You pop open your trunk and grab your hunting supplies: An EMF meter you built yourself, your sledge hammer for defense, holy water blessed by Reverend Kang, some dried sage, and a wooden stake because vampires aren’t real but you never know, right?

You close the trunk and step away from your car. The breeze seems to get stronger as you walk toward the forest, almost as if it’s pulling you into it. You let it lure you in amongst the trees. You follow it until you can’t see your car behind you anymore, and still you continue on. You make your way around a large tree and then stop dead in your tracks. In front of you is a figure, glowing so brightly that you can’t discern any actual shapes. You just know that it is vaguely human. 

“Y/N.” The sound echoes in your ears. The voice is melodic, calming, unlike anything you’ve heard before.

You struggle to catch your breath. “H-how do you know my name?”

“I know everything.” The figure lifts its hand up and beckons you. “Come closer.”

You can feel your limbs wanting to move on their own. You try to resist it and stand your ground. You don’t want to go near him. You want to stay a safe distance away, but he’s too strong, and he pulls you closer to him. Soon, the two of you are face to face, and you can make out his features. His hair glows silver, and his icy white skin contrasts starkly with the black blindfold that covers his eyes. He radiates a strange energy, one that you’ve never experienced before. It’s cold, yet warm at the same time. Goosebumps prickle on your skin, yet your body feels feverish. Your chest feels tight as you struggle to fill your lungs with air. 

“W-what are you?”

He doesn’t hesitate to answer. “I am ancient. I am the only one of my kind, therefore I don’t have a name. But you may call me Jimin.” 

“Jimin,” you mutter in awe. You have so many questions for this strange creature. You never thought you’d actually find him, and now that you have, you must make the most of it. “There are so many things I want to know. Why do you take people? Why do you kill the residents of Emerald Bay?”

“I simply call to them. It is their choice whether they answer or not.”

“Are you calling me to right now?”

“Yes.” Jimin furrows his brows in confusion. “But you seem to be resisting my charm.”

“I’m not here to be your next victim.”

“Then why are you here?”

“LIke I said before. To find out why you take people, why you kill them.”

“But that’s not the only reason. The people who come here are unhappy. They want more from Emerald Bay. No one wanders into the forest, no matter how curious, unless they don’t mind being taken.”

“That’s not true,” you refute. 

“Isn’t it? Think about everyone who has wandered in here. Think about your own self.”

You open your mouth to speak, to tell him he’s wrong. But with the blink of an eye he’s gone.

You drive home dejectedly. Yes, you found Jimin, but now you have more questions than answers. What is he? Why does he kill people? How does he do it? 

You get farther and farther away from the forest. It’s nearly morning and the AM fog is starting to roll in from the ocean, coating the town in a thick blanket of gray. It’s so thick, you can barely see the block ahead of you. Your eyes momentarily wander away from the road to check your mirrors. Your tires screech as you suddenly slam on the brakes. You rub your eyes and blink. You could have sworn you just saw something in your back seat. And you’re almost positive that something was Jimin. But as you glance back up at your rear view, there’s no one there. It’s just your empty back seat and the eerie fog behind you. 

You tell yourself that you’re just seeing things. You didn’t get any sleep last night and you’re starting to hallucinate. 

When you get home, you’re so exhausted that you immediately collapse onto your bed and fall asleep. If you dream that night, you don’t remember any of them.

You sleep until you can’t anymore, and you lay in bed until your body aches. It screams at you to get up, and so you do, making your way to the bathroom to wash your face. 

You splash the cool water over your skin, rinsing off the cleanser that still clings to the area around your eyes. Afterward, you use a towel to pat your skin dry and take a look in the mirror. You freeze and nearly drop the towel. Over your shoulder, you can see Jimin standing, watching but not watching. 

You whip around but there’s nothing there. When you look back in the mirror, he’s nowhere to be seen. You got plenty of sleep this morning, so there’s no reason for you to be seeing things. But what else could possibly explain this?

Something doesn’t feel right. 

As hard as you try, you can’t bring your eyes to open. You can sense it. You can feel something in your room. You sense an unmistakable presence at the foot of your bed. It feels, evil, demonic, malevolent. 

You gasp for air, but the blankets seem to suffocate you. You want to push them off so you can breathe, but you’re paralyzed. Your heart races as you try to will yourself to open your eyes, to take a deep breath, anything. 

As quick as it comes, the feeling is gone. Your heart is beating out of your chest. You wiggle your toes to see if you can move again, but you’re too scared to open your eyes. Instead, you bury yourself deeper beneath your covers and try to fall asleep, but you can’t shake the feeling that something truly evil was just in your room. 

When you finally succumb to slumber, you dream of the forest that night. 

You’re running. The brisk air and the smell of pine nip at your nostrils. Your lungs burn, and no matter how hard you push yourself, you can’t seem to move faster than a crawl. You feel something chasing you, and you’re trying to get away. You’re trying to get back to the main road where you’ve parked your car, but the only thing around you is endless forest. Your heart feels as if it’s going to explode. 

Faster, faster, you tell yourself. But it’s no use. You can’t go any faster. 

You run and run. You don’t see the fallen branch on the ground until your foot catches on it, and you hurdle forward, putting your hands out to break the fall. 

But you never hit the ground, because the panic jolts you awake. 

This time you’re able to open your eyes, and it’s daylight out. Your clock says 7:03, twelve minutes before the alarm is supposed to go off and you have to get ready for school. 

When you sit up your brain pounds with a massive migraine that leaves you a bit nauseous. You wash your face in the sink like you do every morning, but today, you don’t see Jimin in the reflection with you. You bend over to rinse the cleanser off your face, and when you stand back up straight, you’re hit with a sudden wave a dizziness. Bile makes its way up your throat and you heave violently into the sink until it’s filled with thick, dark blood. 

When you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you see your mouth covered in red. You stumble back as a high pitched scream rings through your ears. 

Your mom rushes up the stairs and sticks her head in to the bathroom. “Is everything alright? Why did you scream?” 

You turn to face her. Can’t she see that your mouth is covered in blood? She’s not looking at you in horror, her concerned expression does not waver. When you glance back in the mirror, there’s no blood to be seen, and the sink is spotless as well. 

“Ye-yeah, Mom. I just…” you wrack your brain for an excuse, “thought I saw a spider. That’s all. Everything is fine.” But you can still taste the metallic tang on your tongue. 

When she leaves you look back in the mirror and Jimin stands in her place. You can feel his gaze piercing through the cloth over his eyes. 

With the blink of an eye he’s gone. 

Your life goes on like this for days, weeks. Everywhere you turn, he’s there, just barely on the edge of your vision. No one else seems to see him. He outside on the street, in your house, in your room. Yet, no matter how hard you try, you’re unable to look at him directly. You can’t sleep. You can barely eat. You can’t focus. 

You can’t stand it anymore. You need answers.

The Emerald Bay Library is old, much like all the other buildings in Emerald Bay. It’s been here for longer than even the oldest residents of the town can remember. Its shelves are filled mostly with novels from the previous century. No one knows where they came from. They seemingly just manifested one day. It’s part of the mystery of how this town came into existence.

After your volunteer shift, you tell Head Librarian Kim that you’re going to stay behind to do some research for a class project. He hands you the keys and tells you to lock up when you’re done without questioning you any further. The second he leaves, you head a computer to search the town archives. You look for journals, newspaper articles, anything that documents strange and inexplicable happenings. You write down some promising pieces along with their call number and set off to find them. 

When you turn the corner to head down one of the aisles, you can feel him. You look around you, seeing if you can find him lurking in the shadows. You don’t see anything, but his presence, the heaviness in the air, this thick, eerie feeling, is unmistakable. 

Shrugging it off, you scan the bookshelf for what you’re looking for. You trace your fingers over it’s spine, almost as old as the town itself.

The Mystery and Lore of Emerald Bay

You pluck the book from the shelf. It’s dusty, like it hadn't been touched in years. 

You wander over to the tables that sit in between the shelves and take a seat. The book’s leathery cover feels dry beneath your fingers. Stiff and crusty. Dust flies up toward your face as you open the book and flip through its yellowed pages, filled with handwritten and hand drawn accounts of unexplained phenomena that once sent the town into panic. 

The first is the chupacabra, from the time the town’s cattle were disappearing. Turns out it was just a resident who didn’t want to pay for beef at the local butcher shop and decided to take and slaughter them for himself.

Then the Emerald Bay Monster, which was quickly determined to merely be driftwood.

Along with a few other things that have since been solved by modern science. Things like poisonous mushrooms, lightning bugs, and fairy rings.

Finally, at the end of the book, you find what you’re looking for. 

The Man with No Eyes

You skim through the introduction and description of Jimin, then some eye witness accounts written by former residents of Emerald Bay, long dead from old age or maybe even something more sinister. Then you find what you’re looking for. 

Not much is known about this mysterious man, only that he kills. Some say that he is both immortal and invulnerable, making him impervious to any harm one might attempt to inflict upon him. However, there are rumors from the ancient times about this man. There have been no records of whether anyone has actually attempted these methods, however, the creature still stands, which is a testament to something. If one truly wants to know, legend has it that the only way to kill him is–

You’re about to turn the page only to find that the subsequent pages have been ripped out, and on the back cover, written in what appears to be blood, are the words: 

YOU  CAN’T KILL ME

You drop the book as soon as you see it.

You want to yell at him, to scream. But it’s hard to talk to something you can’t face directly. “What do you want? Why won’t you leave me alone?”

“I will be here until you give into me.”

You whip your head around, only to be met with dusty bookshelves and darkness. 

“Is this how you got the others to do it? By messing with their heads? Come out where I can see you!”

That’s when the bright, glowing figure steps out from the shadows and stands in front of you. His face is expressionless as he stares at you through the pitch black blindfold. 

“Do you think they just happened to go to the forest, just because you wanted to?” Jimin asks. “No, that was me, calling to them. And now I am calling to you. I have come to claim you. It is your time.”

You shake your head and stand your ground. 

“Come to me,” he beckons. 

“And what if I don’t?”

“Then I will choose someone else,” he answers plainly. 

“I don’t want someone else to die but I don’t want to die either!”

”Then don’t. You don’t have to die. Just come to me.”

“Why don’t you just leave me alone? Why don’t you leave all of us alone?”

“It’s not in my nature. My species feeds off of your energy, your sadness.”

“And if we don’t give it to you, you die?”

Jimin chuckles. “No, you can’t kill me that easily. I simply get angrier, more violent until I get what I want.”

When he smiles, you can see his teeth. Sharp, jagged. There are rows of them, like shark teeth. Your heart pounds in your chest. You take a step back, but Jimin is quick to step toward you. You take another step, but the backs of your legs hit the table. You quickly dart your eyes around the room, searching for an exit route. There are tables, chairs, and shelves in the way. The main entrance is on the other side of the library, and Jimin stands in the way of the emergency door. 

“There’s nowhere for you to run, Y/N. Because as fast as you run, I will always be faster.” 

“What happens when I give in?”

“You’ll find out.”

He removes his blindfold to reveal the brightest, most blinding light you have ever seen.

The same woman watches as her children play along the shore. a light breeze blows a crumpled piece of paper to her feet. she picks it up and reads it, sighing. 

MISSING PERSON Y/N Along with a photo your mom took of you two years ago. 

You’ve been missing for over two months now. Usually the bodies turn up within a couple of weeks. No one was brave enough to go into the forest to look for you. Not even Officer Strazzeri. Not even your mother. 

Maybe you weren’t taken. Maybe you were a lucky one. Maybe you were actually able to escape Emerald Bay onto bigger and better things. 

[drabblesanddreams]

Sun- Dazai Osamu x reader (2/3)

Hey everyone, i literally just wrote this rn as i wanteed to get it up for Dazai’s birthday! Its Dazai’s point of view towards you in ‘moon’! A third part will be coming out in what happens at the end :)) You dont necessarily need to read the first part but if yall want to than its here. ill prolly edit this later

Part 1       Part 3

**UPDATE** edited!! im so sorry yall had to read that..thing before lolol it sucked ass im sorry

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none

summary: Dazais thoughts towards you

Dazai remembered the night he left the Port Mafia. More specifically, he remembered the night he left you. 

But he also remembered the first time he met you.

The memory of you resurfaces in his complex mind, your visage crystal clear like the waters of the lake outside of Yokohama.

His mind is always so sharp, so easy to grasp onto any ideas or concepts and store them away in his head, like a filing cabinet. It was one of the perks of his intelligence he supposes. So, when he shuts his eyes, let his eyelashes flutter and focus on the meeting that occurred between you two 8 years ago, the memory comes easy.

He remembered you standing before Mori, a mere child that was certainly younger than him. You stood beside an older woman, Dazai correctly assumed at the time that she was a relative of sorts judging by the similar features. You barely spoke a word and stood quietly for almost the entire meeting between the woman and Mori. As Mori’s prodigy, Dazai was usually around him especially after the death of the last Port Mafia’s boss.

It turns out this woman was bartering for her life in exchange for an object, and it turns out you were that object. She spoke of your ability, the possibilities and uses of it. In the end, Mori had agreed to the deal and decided to take you in. 

After all, another member was not a bad thing and if you proved to be a hindrance, you’d just simply be eliminated. Your relative was clearly happy at the outcome, but it didn’t matter that much seeing how Mori had her killed not long after the meeting.

You were such a meek and small child, Dazai couldn’t understand what use you’d be.

Dazai quickly lost interest in you, finding you to be another example of the basicity of the human race. Your actions were predictable, your reactions, your movements, you were just another piece that had been added to his chess board, a pawn if he’d like to name you.

Dazai didn’t see you for weeks afterwards, or perhaps he did but you quickly blended into the background with your quietness. 

The next time he saw you, you were sporting a bruise across your jaw, no doubt a result from training with your mentor. Everyone had just been exiting the meeting that had just taken place when someone called something out to you, your back had instantly stiffened.

He remembered watching you turn around to see who had said the mindless comment. The man who delivered the comment smiled smugly at your reaction, before continuing his words that hinted towards your weak and amicable nature.

 The emotion flashed across your face openly, a tightening of the jaw, furrowed eyebrows and clenching fists. Dazai thought you were just going to continue walking and so he almost turned away.

 That was one of his first incorrect judgements about you, because not a second later you knocked the man down and started delivering punches to his face. 

Of course, your attacks barely lasted as the man had quickly overturned the situation, seeing as he was older and heavier.

Dazai had witnessed this with a single thought, just how far could your kind nature be pushed, and if so, what are the most severe consequences that could arise from you snapping.

For the next several months that followed, he developed a friendship with you, at least that’s what you thought. He knew you were completely wrapped around his finger, seeing as you really didn’t have any other friends. 

Children were easy like that, he thought, you just had to give them the slightest taste of belonging and they will latch on for however long you need them to be.

Dazai knew his actions were wrong, but his sadistic nature always won, and he didn’t really care for what was right or wrong back then. It took nearly a year for you to put the pieces together, and when you did you were hesitant to ever talk to him again. You were fearful of him, Dazai supposed.

What he didn’t expect was that not long afterwards, you continued to stick around him. At that time, something shifted in you no doubt a consequence from the lessons from your mentor as well as Dazai’s influence. You were quickly learning that if one had to survive in the port mafia, you had to be deceitful and smart. No one was better at that than himself, so you quickly developed a not so secret admiration towards him.

The following years that followed were ones where he took careful observations of you. You clung onto strong beliefs and always answered injustice with the justice that was supposed to be carried out by the port mafia. 

Dazai quickly realized you were a contradiction, your determining in what was right and wrong was not necessarily what was inherently right or wrong. Sometimes you killed people who were more innocent than the ones you let roam free.

When you met Chuuya, Dazai didn’t realize how possessive he really was of you. The two of you always bickered like siblings and Chuuya was always opposite at showing affection towards you compared to himself. 

Dazai was always careful about his actions. He would draw a blanket over your unconscious body when your ability had lulled you into a deep sleep.

 If something was bothering you, he would manipulate everything behind the scenes so that you weren’t any longer. Advice he’d deliver to you contained words that had an underlying meaning that you were learning to pick out. 

Chuuya, on the other hand, would swing an arm around your shoulders, openly ask if you were hurt and would ruffle your hair annoyingly.

Dazai hated that you were so easily affectionate in return.

He also didn’t realize how much you had grown on him, how he always found something interesting about your nature every day.

It was until he was having one of his break downs that something changed between you two.

You grabbed his wrist, effectively halting his movements. his laughter ceased then, a defining silence overtaking your surroundings. Dazai let the smile slowly fall off his face and all that was left was his blank, cold stare.

The darkness in him was forever present, nothing could change that. It swallowed him up openly and left him aching for something that he couldn’t name.

 Dazai couldn’t understand, he probably wouldn’t understand ever the futility of his entire existence. He committed many crimes his time in the mafia and it seemed as if his perpetual sentence was to ponder his place in the world. He clearly couldn’t find it in the mafia.

Letting his faraway gaze linger forward, you stepped around his arm and stood on your tip toes. This movement did nothing to break his stare as you paused your own movements for a moment, observing him. Licking your lips, you reached forwards and wrapped your arms around him.

Being careful to not hold him too tight, you felt his body stiffen briefly before feeling his right arm come back down to his side.

 The gun dropped to the ground with a clang and you squeezed your eyes tight before opening them again. Then, you felt Dazai wrap his own arms around your petite form, squeezing tightly as if you might disappear into thin air.

 His head buried itself in the crook of your neck and you let one hand card through his hair gently.

The last few years that followed, an unspoken thing that occurred between the two of you. Nothing was ever said or done between the both of you but you both had a mutual understanding of sorts. 

It didn’t matter what girl he took to bed; you were scorned upon his heart.

His subtle affections towards you developed into a duty of care. So the night his world had turned upside down and he left the mafia, he decided not to take you with him.

Not only were you beginning to be dangerously attached to him, but you would also be in more danger than him if you left. He knew that as he was still trying to figure his place in his world, you were going to have to as well.

But this was something you had to do without him. 

The contradiction and lies you lived with the desperate clinging of your kind nature had to be resolved by you alone. The port mafia was no place for a personality like that so you either had to change or leave on your own accord.

Seeing you now, with that barely hidden shocked expression caused Dazai to feel a twinge of some emotion he hadn’t felt in years. Your hair had grown out considerably, you were taller now as well. But the guarded look in your eyes accompanied by the bags under your eyes and careful stance told him what choice you made in the end. Dazai let his eyes meet yours,

“Hello, (y/n)”

[winters-uprise]

Love is Blind

Paring: Arthur Morgan x Male! Reader

Warnings: Blind! Reader, mention of slight animal abuse, grand theft of Arthur's heart

Notes: There's a serious lack of self insert mlm, so here my sweet children. Let boys love boys. Also don't imagine Arthur trying to describe a tree. "Well think of it as a big stick with u-uh smaller sticks pokin out the side.

And you scoffing, "I know what a damn tree is ok."

Also someone teach me how to add the 'read more' thing on mobile before I kill one of u guys

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• "You need something you'll find it right here in this catalogue."

The catalogue thuds loudly against the grainy countertop. Arthur takes it from the shopkeeper and opens it, shaking off the dust. He absentmindedly scratches along the underside of his stubbled chin. He's gotta shave that soon, he thinks. "Alright, let's take a look."

The bell perched above the doorway rings and the manager instinctively turns to greet the arriving customer. He's pleasantly surprised with a familiar face, he smiles fondly. "Well Y/N. Finally came down to grace us with your presence have you?" He muses, his pen lightly taps against the clipboard in hand. "I got your things ready. Just need you to sign for 'em."

"Yes consider yourself blessed only for this week Louis," You huff at the old man, quickly writing off your signature anywhere. Arthur's attention is torn away from the heavy book at the sound of your gruff voice. And he jumps at the unexpected feel of warm wet huffing against his clothed leg. His brow quirks in amumsent, a slight tug on the edges of his lip. He promptly shuts the catalogue. His hand coming down to gently pat the furry beast.

"That's a real beautiful dog you got there." Arthur kneads those floppy ears, he loves 'em. It makes the dog whine, swiftly licking away at the corners of its mouth with a big slobbering tongue. You grab your bags, nodding in endearment to the stranger's comment. Your face only just peeking underneath the hat you adorned. The stranger he was curious, his voice had quite an alluring roughness to it. It was certainly- unique. You give a short tug to the leash wrapped securely around your wrist and utter a quick bashful thanks to the kind man on your way out.

"Take a look around before you go Y/N, might be something else in interest to you."

"Nah that's it for me today; pleasure doing business with ya."

• Louis gives the ticking clock yet another worrisome look, nostrils flaring as he sighs. Closing time was creeping and soon. Those residing in Valentine for as long as you have were kind folk and knew you well. Well enough to know you were a creature of habit. Yet there seemed to be no sign of you turning up today. The bell gives an alarming ding and his thoughts are interrupted; a feller. But his shoulders slump slightly in defeat, not you. There's a heavy clunk of boots as the mystery man steps in, eyes swiftly grazing along the shelves.

"Just need these 's all. Thought you'd be closed by now." A box of premium cigarettes are tossed upon the countertop by Arthur.

"I should soon," Louis starts, exasperatedly so, "But I fear somethings happened to a loyal customer of mine, blind fella. You seen him?"

Arthur shakes his head somberly, "No, sorry."

"How about this, your cigarettes are free. Just do me the courtesy of delivering these supplies to him." Louis yanks a loose sheet of paper from beneath the counter, hastily scribbling an address. He slides the torn note over to the Arthur. "You can take anything else you'd like as well."

Great.

• Shaking his head, Arthur gives an awkward knock upon the wooden door, his posture stiffening when he hears the shuffling of footsteps. It creaks as your face peeks behind the jarred doorway.

There's a very absent look to your E/C eyes he hadn't noticed before. He notes your fitted button downed shirt paired with slightly torn jeans, no hat this time 'round. His gaze might've lingered on the fine curve of your jaw far longer than they should've. The black bandanna he keeps on his neck is suddenly too tight. The man really is handsome.

"Got a delivery for you from the general store. Uh I-I know you ain't remember me but I brought you your things."

"'Course I remember you; I don't forget a voice like yours, my savior. Y'know I was down to my last bottle of Tequila? Who knows what would've happened if you hadn't shown when you did."

The name makes him chuckle, "Well shit, never been called that before. Maybe a son of a bitch at my best. But most peopel just settle for Arthur." fool, he thinks to himself.

"Y/N. Thank you Arthur."

Y/N, Arthur hums softly

• It's the next day, Arthur isn't quiet sure why he's back in Valentine -the place is plastered with mud- I guess the same way he isn't quiet sure why your name won't leave him alone.

His brows furrow at the sound of hysterical barking, it comes from behind the butcher's stall. A pang rumbles within his chest at recognizing the furry coat of your beloved pet. Pestering kids balling up what they could fit in their grubby hands, they pelted the yelping dog. His fists clench by his side. "Hey! You best leave that dog alone. Go on! Get!"

An urchin screams, stumbling his aimed throw "Shit, run! Run!" There's no need for a second warning.

"Come here you," Arthur whispers, coming to a crouch and giving his thighs a firm pat. He spares the dog some loose bread crumbs from his bag. "Shh, you're okay. I know you've been missed, come on now let's get you home."

• You sat on the cushioned loveseat, absolutely fuming. The little home was too silent for your liking and you cursed whomever took your seeing dog to damnation.

There's an unexpected knock. You open the door, cautiously, but it's yanked from your grasp as it's nudged open by the wet snout of your dog. You recognize her barking. "How?" Her paws dig firmly into your skin as she jumps at your front. You laugh and she almost topples you over. You stuff your nose into the fluff of her neck and breathe a sigh of relief. You had missed her dearly.

"Found him pretty far from home,"

Arthur

Arthur mutters, "You wanna go get a drink or something?"

• Arthur simply wants to enjoy the man’s company. It’s different being out here, away from the ruckus of camp, the constant nagging of Grimshaw. Together you strolled to a lush hill, overseeing a nearby river. Arthur takes off his hat and stretches his legs. He sighs, this is just real nice. You sat next to him, embracing the soft caress of the gentle breeze. Your heard tilts curiously to the side at the sound of rustling, Arthur digging further into his satchel.

"What you doing?"

Arthur pulls out his sketch book "doodlin." He’s free to watch you now. Arthur struggles a bit with the shifting shadows from the tree above, smudging too much of his pencil trying to get it just right. Not usually does he have the urge to draw people.

You kindly ask Arthur to describe what he sketches. It's the fierce flow of the river, its bank littered with milkweed shrubs and loose boulders, a stag lingers and drinks from it -Arthur feels a warmth spread throughout his chest, he had lost hope of feeling such a thing again. He doesn't mention him drawing you alongside the scenery.

Eventually he’s happy with what he’s drawn and Arthur tilts his head back, eyes to the clear sky. The sun was starting to set. He closes his journal and shoves it back in his bag.

Arthur's hand stays firmly squeezed around your bicep as he guides you home. You can hear the insistent sniffing from your dog along the trackside. You already know your way home from here, you dont say anything though. The same way you wont say anything about Arthur watching you. You happily play at being naive.

"I had a good time Y/N." Arthur quips, "Probably the first in a long while. Mind if we do something like this again?"

"So did I." you playfully pinch his scratchy cheek and lean further into him, smiling smugly against his ear "Just don't keep me waiting too long, cowboy."