#i'm surprised if there isn't a million mistakes

[girlgenius1111]

masterlist wips last updated march 25

alexia putellas

a cure for frustration p1 make it better p2 -smut

do you want my attention? -smut

do you need me? p1 just admit it p2

tease p1 tease p2 -smut

love you anyway p1 i love you... it's all i can think p2 let me show you p3-smut

trying to be cool about it p1 we don’t have to talk about it p2 i can't hide from you like i hide from myself p3

waiting room p1 she’ll be the best you ever had if you let her p2

didn't mean to forget you

something isn’t right, babe

give you my sunshine, give you my best

got love struck went straight to my head p1 what if all i need is you p2 smut

who could stay?

talk more

didn't think that through smut

birthdays are supposed to have surprises p1 i'll be whatever you need p2

stuck with me

echoes of her

you come back with gravity

miscommunications + conversations

say it again smut

rather be anyone else

please smut please part 2

i always know what you need smut putellas!reader

when i break, it's in a million pieces chap 1 shining just for you chap 2 all i do is try, try, try chap 3

young, drunk, and alone

i'll make it through the winter if it kills me p1 i'll angel in the snow until i'm worthy p2

ona batlle

you don't have to pretend with me

that night was a mistake

that night was a mistake

is this a mistake too? [smut]

i want to be here.

pay for your crimes

the great war

sweet dream was over

it was war it wasn't fair

burning embers

maybe it's the past that's talking... screaming from the crypt

we will never go back

claudia pina

resistance & persistence

always will

misa rodriguez

to the brink

no one speaks to you like that

snapped snapped p2

jenni hermoso

homecoming

cata coll

prove yourself

leah williamson

ACL tear #4, ACL couple #2 p1 matching injuries, matching fits p2 you could see the best of me p3 smut

leila ouahabi

can she make you feel like I do? smut

patri guijarro

like you mean it p1 i know you can p2 smut

ingrid engen

i wake up screaming from dreaming

engen!reader solstråle engen - family line

all that i did to try to undo it

all of my pain and all your excuses

ingrid engen x mapí león x reader

don't doubt us

always want you

you aren’t a chore…

all the same

alexia putellas x jenni hermoso x misa rodríguez x reader [aka the orgy fic]

just let go

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

barca femeni x reader

you can let it go p1. you talk of the pain like it's all alright p2. you can start a family who will always show you love p3. one step forward and three steps back p4.

don't tell Leah

pop back up p1 key to recovery p2

i can take care of myself

no one should be alone on christmas

worry about them p1 learn your lesson p2

always enough for us

don't you trust me?

wrong.

adrenaline junkie p1 with a high comes a crash p2 aftershocks p3 crumbling under pressure p4

i don't know why i am the way i am

you can face this

screaming underwater p1 wavin' from the shore p2

arsenal wfc x reader

i could change up my body and change up my face

don't let this darkness fool you

you can’t keep secrets from us

who I write for

alexia putellas

ona batlle

mapi leon

ingrid engen

mariona caldentey

patri guijarro

claudia pina

leah williamson

alessia russo

leila ouahabi

jenni hermoso

misa rodriguez

jana fernandez

I would say that this isn't like a full list because I feel like i'm forgetting people, but also just ask, i'll probably write for a lot of people unless I don't feel like I know their personality at all.

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.34

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: Non-consensual advances

(Please welcome our beloved, golden retriever-like, loyal, maybe a little possessive guy, Brandon…I mean…Sky.)

When we finally get to the house, I ask the soldiers to let us down again. Although my new friend's knees were still pretty wobbly, she could stand mostly independently with some help.

“I give you permission to leave!” The two soldiers salute once more before disappearing into the ground and returning to where they belong.

“They were good men, weren’t they?”

I couldn't help but sigh heavily. "According to legend, they were the best in every sense of the word," I tell her, unable to hide the sadness in my voice. "Apparently, there was once a ritual where the best soldiers of each generation were sent to join the ranks of the legendary hidden military unit of the Deep Rock Legion in case we needed an army of incorruptible and fiercely loyal soldiers. But in the long run, it ruined our population. Of the ten million we had left after the orbital crash, there are now just over seven million left, and my grandfather isn't helping."

"Your grandfather? But that would mean-"

I quickly realize my mistake. Until now, everyone thought I was trying to boast about myself by calling myself a prince. But now that I've talked too much and I'm desperate to make new friends, I know I can't lie to her anymore.

“I am the crown prince of Gyonos and, therefore, its guardian fairy, the last fairy in my world after my grandfather.”

She gasped when I shared my revelation with her, and before I knew it, she had come over to me and pressed her slightly plump body against me in a way I hadn't experienced often in my life: a hug so warm that a few tears rolled from the corners of my eyes.

For the first time in ages, I feel like I can let myself be seen crying in front of someone, and maybe it's selfish, but I take full advantage of it. I cry into her head, as she is tiny compared to me. To my surprise, she doesn't walk away but stands there and speaks in a warm, comforting voice, telling me that everything will be okay in the end and how much I want to believe her words, but I know better. I have seen the truth behind people's attentions, fallen victim to the betrayal of those closest to me, and experienced death many times. I didn't cry when he died, not after I had to let him leave my arms when our posts were overrun by those monsters. I will never be able to forgive the Scallierds or forget what they did and what they forced me to do.

I hold her for what feels like an eternity. But when I finally let go of her, she looks straight into my watery eyes. Her blue-green eyes shimmer with what I can only describe as a motherly concern, a desire to be there for me emotionally, and I couldn't be more grateful.

“You should go inside, it’s late and cold,” I tell her quietly.

She smiles kindly. "You should, too. After all, you're probably just as exhausted as I am." Her voice is warm, really like a mother's.

"Sure, but I would like a few minutes to myself before I return to my personal dark world or, more commonly known, my dorm room.“

She nods understandingly, wishes me goodnight, and goes inside, leaving me under the star-studded night sky. I wait until she's gone before turning around and looking across the large, empty field into the forest beyond. I take a deep breath, raise my right hand, and see it shaking. My magical reserves feel depleted; the healing processes and summoning of those soldiers were too much for my fairy core. I need to train; I can't even fight a specialist like this without being knocked to the ground in seconds.

I feel frustration building up inside me. How could it be otherwise? I've gone from being a prodigy in magic and weapon combat to this pathetic excuse of a fairy. I would be unstoppable if only I could access the abilities contained in the crystallized cores of my ring. But how? I hold out my hand holding the ring and marvel at it. Somehow, it only looks normal now that the two cores are in it, surrounding my family's crest in its center. Many have an initial letter, but my family decided to fill it in with our entire crest, as detailed as possible in this small form, with the only exception being that the two sword-shaft-like pieces of metal always hung off the sides. I always thought that happened over the eons the ring was used, but now that the two cores are safely clammed underneath them, I realize there should be something in them. But what? If it's for magic cores, then why aren't there three? What does my family or planet have two of?

I ponder these questions for a while, only coming back to myself when a cold breeze sends a shiver through my body. This is the best time to go back inside. As soon as I step into the building, a fleeting sigh of relief comes over me. 

With my eyes closed, I enjoy the warmth heating my cold bones. But when I open them again just a minute or so later, confusion fills me. I try to reach out to protect myself, but before I can, I'm pulled off my feet, my rear end grabbed, and my front pressed against a warm, muscular body. Before I know it, my legs are wrapped around that person's waist, and we are no longer in the foyer. He carries me around until he finally forces open a door and mindlessly slams my back against a metal shelf and then my head against some boxes. A groan of pain escapes my lips as the metal stabs into my back.

But before I could react, soft lips were on mine. Shock floods through my entire being as the moment has taken me completely by surprise. My eyes widen, forcing me to stare at him. There, pressing me against the shelves and trying to push his tongue into my mouth, is Sky. I couldn't believe it. He was always so gentle and kind, but now he's carrying me around and kissing me without my consent. I try to push him away, but he feels like an immovable object, heavier than a mountain. I even punch at his rock-hard pecs as I feel myself slowly falling into him. And before I know it, our lips move in perfect harmony; my mouth even opens slightly as he grips my ass a little tighter. His tongue swallows my moan. My hands land on his back. But suddenly, I can feel him smirking against my lips, making me wonder if this is what he wanted.

My hands quickly move from his chest, where I have only shown him aggression, to his neck and pull him closer to me. What is that feeling—this warmth deep in my stomach? Or this tingling further south?

Even though hundreds of these thoughts of the strangest feelings are racing through my head, I can't let go of him. His woody smell, mixed with the sweetness of something in his mouth, intoxicates my senses. I feel the desire rising for him to continue and take what he wants.

This time, not even the thought of him and his senseless death could spoil my mood, as I feel safe and even desired in Sky's arms.

"I fucking knew it." I hear him suddenly grumble. When I open my eyes from the daze, I see Sky's blurry image, his pale face flushed and his expression serious, if not angry. When I try to say something, he pushes me roughly against the shelf, his legs pushing up. "You've wanted me since you first saw me."

I can only stare at him in confusion, but he is already kissing my neck, biting me gently, and whispering things in my ear that were dirtier than anything I'd ever heard before. Something was clearly wrong.

I hold his face in my hands and try to get him to look at me, but when he finally does, his expression turns angry. Before I know it, his hand is around my neck, his grip is tight, and he is choking me painfully.

"But then I saw you with the girl and these two huge men. I couldn't believe it! Before I could make a move, you had already gone out and found yourself some toys."

When he calls my stone soldiers "toys," my heart starts to burn. How dare he call honorable men that? He has obviously misunderstood something, but when I open my mouth to clarify, his grip on my neck tightens even further, so much so that I can hardly breathe. He seems to have lost his mind, but what can I do?

"Sky!" I barely manage to say, but he's not listening. Instead, he talks about me, telling me what a selfish wanker I am for allowing both Riven and Sky to touch me and defile my body for him. 

I can't believe the Gaul of him thinking I would stay pure for him, and then suddenly, something bursts out of him that he probably didn't want to say. He shouts out what I already suspected, namely that he and Sky have switched identities.

The fact that he lied to me for so long hits me the hardest. I thought I could trust him; after all, he always came to my cell when I was a prisoner, cleaned me, and fed me one by one to torture me like the wild animals they are, but that was obviously just wishful thinking. It makes me angrier than I probably should have been, so I turn the tables. Finally, I grab him by the neck and hope he lets go, but he starts grinning in a sinister way. It sent cold sweats down my spine to see something so vicious on the face of a man who always seemed like a puppy.

"I fucking dare you," he said through pursed lips, staring madly into my eyes, "Squeeze harder, I dare you!"

I've never felt so intimidated before. Is there something wrong with him? Suddenly, his grip on my neck tightens enough to easily snap it; no doubt there will be many bruises afterward. I have to make a decision. If he keeps this up, I will surely die.

"Brandon!" I yell, making him stop. Confusion is clear on his face, his eyes glowing with dawning realization. His hand quickly withdraws. As I gasp for air, he holds me upright, one of his hands behind my head and the other trying to protect as much of my spine as possible. He begins to apologize endlessly, like a child found with his hand in the cookie jar.

I try to breathe, but my throat burns painfully. Yet, I push against his chest again; this time, he lets me down but still holds my body upright for a minute. My body is at its limit from the rapid healing before, and the now compromised state is just too much. Thankfully, it only takes a short time before the rest of the healing magic still coursing through me at least helps to ease the swelling in my throat, just enough to let me breathe evenly.

I want to lecture him, scream at him, and let all my feelings out, but his glassy eyes tell me he's not there. Hopefully, it's just the clearly smuggled alcohol and not something more serious.

I try to get past him, but he quickly tries to hold me back. He mumbles something about me catching my breath, giving me hope that even in this situation and condition, he's still trying to help me. But it feels wrong because none of this was consensual, as if he's trying to clear his conscience of what he did to me here in this... in this supply closet.

Somehow, the place we ended up in while making out makes me feel even worse. Am I just a toy to him? Did I misjudge his personality? Is he really a player who breaks people's hearts? I feel so stupid, so silly. Why did I let this happen? I could have prevented everything, but I didn't. Why?

"Please, I- I was just so overwhelmed-"

Before he can spit out his lies, all I see is red, and anger shoots through my veins, just like it did on the battlefield. Can I control it this time? My anger had always been uncontrollable, like I was an explosion just waiting to go off. But this time, in this small room, surrounded by Brandon's intoxicating scent, it doesn't seem to be able to happen, even though my anger threatens to boil over. The overall emotions just weren't there. It was almost as if the last explosion had balanced me unknowingly out. 

But that couldn't be. How could the death of my true love be the catalyst for my anger to subside?

[Masterlist]

[onskepa]

Can I get a Jake sully x daughter reader.

where the reader was Jake's first child who he left on earth when he went on Pandora. Years later, Jake is finally reunited with his daughter, the one thing he hand longed for, but he finds out that she works for the RDA and is alongside Quaritch. I kinda want this to be a series cause I've been looking all over for fics like this but there are barely any at all.

Gotta admit, this one was a toughie. Not that I'm complaining, I enjoy a challenge. Now I did think long and hard where this would take place. Hope fully this is is good! enjoy!

NOTE: I had to change things around considering the time line and not everything will be down to the T compared to the movie.

Left behind series

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Left behind

Neytiri was enjoying her peaceful night with her two children, neteyam and kiri and her beloved mate jake. As she holds neteyam, while jake was holding kiri but he had a distant look into his eyes. Neytiri knows that look. It is a look where he is mentaly absent and wonders somewhere deep in his mind.

Doesn't happen often, and whenever it does, its about his past. Neytiri knows some of it but doesn't know all. Not that she minds. In fact, she encourages that he forgets his past. All of it.

"ma'jake" she softly calls out to him, placing her hand on his cheek, bringing his attention to her, bringing him back to the moment. Jake humms, paying attention to her. "whatever it is...its all in the past. Forget it, leave it behind. You are here with me and our children. You belong here with me" she says, letting her soft voice soothe his mind.

Unknowns to neytiri, it was the biggest mistake she will ever make.

Neytiri was holding spider, her blade at his throat. In front of her, the demon of her nightmares, Miles Quaritch stands in a false na'vi body doing the same with kiri.

"do it, he aint mine" Quaritch says, no hesitation in his voice. In fact, he was grinning as if to encourage neytiri. This isn't what she wanted. She wanted to strike fear into his heart. Have him feel what she is feeling.

"he doesn't care if I die!" spider tells neytiri. Normally she would ignore him but this time, she couldn't. "You don't care for your own child!?" she screeches. The demon grins in a twisted way. "As far as I am aware Mrs. sully, he isnt my child......but she is"

"MOM/NEYTIRI LOOK OUT!!" Kiri and jake shout to her.

It was quick, it was swift, neytiri couldn't block it in time. A shadow lunged behind neytiri, kicking her behind the knees and body slamming her with full force bringing her and spider down.

Neytiri was quick, fangs out, hissing out in anger only to be met with a gun at her face. She looks up and she sees a young woman. Tall, tough looking, her expression cold and deadly. But one thing stood out, and that was her eyes.

Her eyes were blue.

The same blue eyes jake once had in his human form.

"please! please don't hurt her!!" spider crawled up in front of neytiri as means to protect her. He didn't care of neytiri was threatening his life moments ago, she was not someone he wished death upon.

"quaritch p-please...!! tell her to step down or something!!" spider begged. But the man simply grinned. "you said a child for a child isnt that right Mrs. Sully?" Quartich teases.

kiri had enough and bit his arm making him let go. She ran to her dad but a bullet barely scrapped her shoulder making her shout in surprise.

Jake looked at the young woman who was facing them and time stopped for him. The blue eyes.....he knows those eyes better than anyone else's. Cause they were his own.

"Fair trade I say jake. My child for YOUR child"

Neytiri and the kids were shocked. Jake looked as though he was stabbed a million times.

"daddy? daddy who is that?!" tuk asks as she tugs his hand. Kiri, spider and neytiri also wanted to know.

"she is my daughter" jake says. The daughter he loved. The daughter he cherished with his life. The daughter he left behind for Pandora.

The girl stared at him with nothing but hate and malice.

"not anymore" was what came of her mouth, her voice void of emotion, cold and distant.

"My name is Proto Quaritch, and I am Miles Quaritch's daughter!"

Ngl I feel like I could have done better. I can see this being a series but I got three in the works. This will have to be temporarily be in the shelf until I am done with one of the series. Anyways, I hope ya'll like it!

[fairydvsts-blog]

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭

Rafe Cameron × fem!reader

obx masterlist

summary; after fighting with Rafe, you decide to take revenge by wearing your shortest miniskirt

warnings; SMUT, possessive Rafe, toxic relationship, degrading language, fingering, choking kink, public sex (kinda), p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk

a/n; this is my first post here on tumblr, english isn't my first language so it might contain some mistakes, I'm open to constructive criticism. Hope you like it!

Rafe was jealous. Even if you weren't looking at him, you could feel his intense gaze roaming over your body. He hadn't stopped staring at you since you had arrived at the bonfire with Sarah a few minutes ago, and you knew your miniskirt was the reason why he was about to lose his shit.

That night, you were wearing the specific black miniskirt he had told you a million times before not to wear, but you couldn't care less about his stupid orders after the fight you both had earlier. You just wanted to look so hot that everyone in that fucking party would want you, including Rafe; it would be your vengeance.

Sarah and you split up almost immediately; she wanted to go look for John B, so you decided to go get a drink from the keg, where the other pogues were gathering at.

Kiara welcomed you with a hug and JJ quickly handed you a beer, kissing your cheek as a greeting. Pope seemed too busy talking with some touron to notice your arrival, so you didn't say hello to him, since you didn't want to interrupt their little chat.

"Where did you leave your guard dog, princess?" JJ teased, obviously referring to Rafe.

You rolled your eyes at him, hitting his chest playfully, to which he responded with his signature cheeky grin.

"Probably sniffing on some bitch's ass," you mocked.

Your comment made the pogues burst out laughing; Kie almost choking on her drink caught Pope's attention right away and the brunet rushed to Kiara's aid in no time, with a bottle of water in his hand. It didn't surprise you, considering that they had been messing around again.

"We should leave the lovebirds alone," JJ whispered to you, "Wanna dance?" he asked, giving you his most charming smile.

Just when you were about to accept his offer, you felt a tall and muscular body pressing against yours; without the need to turn around, you already knew who the person was.

Immediately, Rafe's masculine perfume filled your nostrils while his rough fingertips rubbed the exposed skin between your skirt and your top. Your smile grew wider, knowing your vengeance was going just as planned.

"Mind if we talk in private?" Rafe asked you, not even looking at JJ.

"Go, I'll wait for you. You own me a dance." The blonde winked at you and the action made you blush a little.

JJ was such a tease.

When you turned around to face your boyfriend, you noticed the death stare he was giving Maybank, so you grabbed his hand and started walking, pushing him away from the crowd before he could start a stupid fight in front of everyone.

"What do you want?" you asked him when you both were behind some trees, crossing your arms to look pissed off.

"Seriously? What do I want?" he answered with another question. "You were flirting with that fuckin' pogue."

"I was not. You're just a possessive psycho," you accused him.

Rafe approached you slowly with blown-out pupils, probably result of snorting some coke. However, the dangerous look in his blue eyes didn't scare you; you knew him well enough to know he wasn't going to hurt you, at least not in a way that you didn't like.

"Do you expect me not to be when my girlfriend likes walking around half naked?" he barked at the same time that he gripped the hem of your miniskirt to pull it down, "I told you not to wear this skirt. Every guy in this party is eyefuckin' you."

You grinned and decided to mess with him a little more.

"Really? Do you think they've noticed I'm not wearing panties?" you inquired, trying to sound as innocent as you could.

"What did you just say?" your boyfriend gasped, his eyes wide open.

He was so angry you thought for a moment that the vein in his forehead was going to explode, but still, you didn't bail.

"I think you heard me just fine," you teased.

He pulled his hair in frustration before grabbing your jaw and pushing you against a tree. You felt the cold metal of his rings stick to your skin while the rough wood scratched your back, making you whine in pain and pleasure; you hated yourself for it, but his attitude was turning you on.

"I swear to God..." he said, guiding his free hand all the way up your leg until it reached your inner thigh, cupping your pussy.

He froze in the spot when he realised that you had lied to him; you did have a thong on. Instantly, you started laughing under his stiff gaze and that made him even angrier.

"I see... My little slut thinks she's funny," he snapped, putting pressure with his fingers against your clit. Your laugh was replaced by a soft moan right away, "You love messing with me, don't ya? You like being a little tease," he questioned.

Rafe waited for an answer, his cunning look never leaving your eyes as he slid his fingers underneath your thong to circle your entrance, but you weren't capable of putting words together due to the pleasure.

"Okay, let's see how funny it is when I cum all over these fuckin' panties and make you wear them the entire night," he smiled, while his middle finger made its way inside of your pussy slowly, forcing a breathy groan out of your mouth, "Maybe that way you'll remember who you belong to."

"Rafe," you whispered as you ground yourself against him, feeling his hardening cock pressed to your belly.

He curled his finger to reach your g-spot and his thumb found your clit, rubbing it at a faster pace. His other hand freed your jaw so he could wrap it around your neck, putting pressure on it; your breath hitched because of his actions.

"Never tease me like that again, understood?" When he didn't get an answer, he tightened the grip on your neck, making you moan, "Understood?" he repeated.

That time, you replied, "Yes, sir."

The way you called him had him pressing his aching dick harder against you, looking for some kind of relief.

"You're mine. This pussy is mine; no one else gets to see it, baby, remember that" he removed his fingers from your panties to push them aside.

"Please, Rafe," you whispered, biting your lip anxiously.

He unbuttoned his pants, lowering them just enough to take out his cock.

"You sound so pretty when you beg for me." The tip of his dick brushed against your slit.

His slow movements had you moaning and squirming in his arms: you knew he was trying to get back at you for the way you had been teasing him all night.

"Please," you begged once again, knowing that was what he wanted you to do.

"If you ask so nicely..." he smirked, shoving his dick all the way in, just in one thrust, "Fuck, sweetheart... You always feel so damn good wrapped around my cock."

"Oh my god, Rafe," your eyes rolled at the stretch and you set your hands on his shoulders for support.

"You okay, baby?"

"Mhmm," you moaned, feeling his lips brush against yours.

Then, he started fucking you raw against the tree, one of his hands supporting you while the other kept holding on to your neck. He grasped the back of your right thigh, spreading your legs wider to have better access. You were so close together that with every thrust his pelvis rubbed your clit perfectly, making you tremble.

"More, please," you asked, with flushed cheeks, as you wrapped your leg around his hips to force him impossibly closer.

"You're a desperate little slut, aren't you?" he questioned, a slight moan escaping his lips at the end.

He obeyed your commands, though, pounding into you so hard that it became a little painful, but you liked it that way; the mix between pain and pleasure was just mind blowing.

"Your desperate little slut, just yours." He moaned at your words, placing his hand in your butt to squeeze it; he did it so hard you knew he would leave finger marks.

His breathing was heavy and some sweat drops were starting to roll down his forehead, dampening his hair. You tangled your fingers in his blonde locks to push them out of his face.

"You're squeezing me so tight, sweetheart, you're gonna make me cum so fast," he groaned.

Each thrust came deeper than the last —or so it seemed. You swore you could feel him reaching your cervix, while your legs became sore from trying to match his pace.

"I'm cumming too, Rafe" you moaned, reaching his cheek with your hand to bring him closer.

"Yeah, I can feel it, baby" he murmured against your mouth.

He kissed you shortly but demanding, then he placed his hand over your pussy again to stimulate your clit with his fingers and help you reach your climax faster.

"Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart," he demanded, taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

Your vision blurred and you screamed out in pleasure in his mouth when the orgasm washed over you. You felt your muscles tense around his cock even tighter; your body started shaking uncontrollably and some tears rolled down your cheeks due to the pleasure.

"Fuck, baby," Rafe groaned at the sensation and pulled out.

He slipped off your knickers and jerked off for a few more seconds before he came all over them, under your attentive gaze. Then, he put them on place, making you whimper at the feeling of his sticky cum against your sensitive flesh.

"Now, we're gonna come back to that party and have a good time, okay?" he kissed your forehead, wiping your tears and fixing your clothes before he fixed his.

"Okay," you nodded in agreement, still holding on to him, unable to stand upright.

"And remember..." he started speaking, with a mischievous smirk on his gorgeous face, "You're mine, baby."

"Only yours."

[teetle-time]

…so the writing demons grabbed me by the throat this morning and wouldn't let me go until i wrote this. anyway @hasello the cousins au is living in my brain rent-free so i hope u don't mind that i took a crack at something first-meetings-y with rise and 03 and wound up with 2.5k words of the babies :D

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The rat who once was Lou sprinted down the rain-slick alleyway with one arm clutching his boys to his chest and the other digging through his pockets.

"I saw it run this way!"

He bit back a curse; his pursuers were still hot on his trail.

And his tail.

Heh.

What a time to be alive.

The mystic key bumped against his fingers, and he quickly snatched it out of his pocket and darted to the nearest wall. He needed to be quick and precise.

…well, he at least managed speed. He spent too many precious seconds glancing back to watch the beams of light bounce ever higher just a turn away, so he really had no idea if his sigil was anywhere near accurate.

As if in answer to prayer, it lit up, opening a circular portal for him, and he leapt through without a second thought, pocketing the key as he fell.

His luck held out long enough for him to hear it close behind him without any of the humans chasing him shouting in surprise.

It did not hold out long enough to actually drop him into the Hidden City.

Instead, when the portal ended, he stumbled out into a long tunnel, directly in front of another rat with four humanoid turtles around them.

No-Longer-Lou froze like a deer in headlights, staring at the strangers and heaving for air.

The strangers all mirrored him, freezing in place and scanning him in all their various capacities.

The other rat spoke first: "My, isn't this unexpected?"

A snort forced its way from No-Longer-Lou against his will at that, though he quickly brought a hand (no, he had paws now) to his mouth to stifle it. "I- I'm so sorry, I just- I didn't mean to- This isn't where-!"

"Peace," said the other rat, carefully maneuvering the turtle in front of him a bit to the side and standing up. "Whatever circumstances brought you here, it is clear that you have been moved by the strings of fate, rather than by choices of your own design. You mean no harm to us, yes?"

"I-I- yes."

"And we mean no harm to you," soothed the other.

No-Longer-Lou breathed heavily for a moment more, but then his attention was quickly arrested by motion in his arms.

Raphael- the quickest to grow, but still so, so small- screwed up his face. "Papa?"

"I'm right here, Raphael," No-Longer-Lou murmured, reaching into the sling to give the boy's hand a squeeze.

The other rat's eyes widened at the name. "Now, that is a one-in-a-million chance, indeed."

"Why's he got a baby with my name?" demanded the turtle wearing a red mask over his eyes.

It was No-Longer-Lou's turn to be surprised. "Raphael? But then…"

He took in the colors of the masks on the other three turtle boys' faces.

Purple, blue, and orange.

"Donatello? Leonardo? M-Michelangelo?"

Silence.

At least, until the turtle boy in orange leaned over to his brothers and whispered loudly, "How does he know our names, dudes?!"

No-Longer-Lou's sons roused at their names, and he quickly realized his mistake as Michelangelo began to fuss. "Oh, oh, no, Michelangelo, please, it is alright, please don't-!"

Michelangelo may have been the youngest, but he had a record-shattering set of lungs, for sure.

The moment Michelangelo began to wail, Leonardo jumped in with him, refusing to be left out, and then Raphael was crying and Donatello was shoving his tiny head into No-Longer-Lou's chest with his hands over where his ears would have been and the rat could feel his own ears on the verge of bleeding-!

The other rat's back straightened, and he turned to the older turtle boys. "My sons, I still have some of the supplies I scavenged when you were tots. Raphael, the pacifiers. Leonardo and Donatello, the blankets. Michelangelo, the pillows."

The boys nodded seriously, wincing as the cries reached a peak before darting across the tunnel and digging through various chests and boxes. Meanwhile, the other rat carefully took No-Longer-Lou's arm and led him towards the chair the others had been gathered around in the first place. "Please, have a seat. I would quite like to hear the tale of how you came to this place-"

-an ear-splitting cry from Leonardo-

"-but first, we must calm your children," finished the other rat with a tired smile.

No-Longer-Lou nodded just as tiredly and began to gently bounce his boys. "There, there, your Papa is right here, we are all together, and…and we are safe."

The other rat's expression warmed.

"I got the pacifiers!" called the older boy named Raphael, charging back over and brandishing the four objects in one hand.

"Excellent work, Raphael," praised the other rat as he took the pacifiers.

The boy beamed.

"These should do for now," the other rat said, pressing one into No-Longer-Lou's paw. "These were enchanted by an old friend of mine to allow them to keep up with beaked babies."

No-Longer-Lou managed a weak smile at that, then carefully reached in to nudge the pacifier against Michelangelo's mouth. "Here we are, little Orange. Wouldn't it be nicer to suck on this instead of crying?"

Michelangelo hiccuped, but after a moment of what seemed like confusion, his mouth closed around the pacifier and he looked up at No-Longer-Lou with wide, wet eyes.

"One down, two to go," chuckled the other rat, handing off another pacifier. This one went to Leonardo, who contented himself quickly once he had something to do with himself. He seemed to be gnawing on the pacifier, rather than sucking on it, but No-Longer-Lou chalked it up to curiosity at the foreign object.

Surprisingly- or perhaps not- Donatello was the next one to need something to work with. Raphael began calming down after a few moments of being the only one still crying, but when Donatello caught sight of Leonardo messing with the pacifier, he turned an utterly betrayed stare up at No-Longer-Lou until he gave the boy one to fiddle with.

With the remaining pacifier in hand, No-Longer-Lou smiled wearily at Raphael. "You may be a bit big to use this, Red. Do you still want to try?"

Raphael nodded firmly. "Raphie's the big brother. Gotta be the bestest essample."

No-Longer-Lou handed the pacifier over, and…yep, it was completely dwarfed by his son. Still, his boy held it in his mouth and smiled over at Michelangelo when the two met eyes.

Michelangelo blinked, then smiled back.

"Blanket delivery!" called the bigger Donatello, carrying a pile of blankets nearly as tall as he was.

Next to him, his brother Leonardo fussed. "Donnie, I told you I could have held some!"

"Easy, Leonardo," chuckled the other rat, easily lifting the blankets from Donatello's hands. "How about you make sure our visitors are tucked in and comfortable?"

"Okay, Father," chirped Leonardo, immediately doing exactly that- and perhaps peeking into No-Longer-Lou's arms a few times to peer at his boys.

Little Raphael watched the bigger boy curiously, then said around the pacifier, "Raphie thought we were th'only turtle people."

The bigger Leonardo paused for a moment, then looked at him. "So'd we."

Leonardo- the baby- met the other Leonardo's eyes, then spat out his pacifier- and yes, it was much more chewed-on than before. "Hi! Hi, hi, hi! I'm Leo!"

The other Leonardo blinked, then grinned. "Me too. It's a good name, right?"

Little Leonardo nodded, shaking his entire body from the effort. "Daddy pickeded it!"

No-Longer-Lou chuckled. "Feeling better now, are we?"

Little Leonardo nodded again, just as energetically. "Mikey no sad no more!"

"Did somebody say Mikey?!" crowed the older boy of the same name, wildly waving pillows over his head as he ran over.

"Midey! Midey! Midey!" cheered the baby around his pacifier, flailing his arms.

"That's right, little dude!" Older Michelangelo grinned and peered over at him as soon as he skidded to a stop in front of No-Longer-Lou. "We're the mightiest!"

"MIDEYST!" shrieked the baby in glee.

Little Donatello winced and paused his inspection of his pacifier to glare witheringly at his youngest brother.

"Careful, Michelangelo," chastised No-Longer-Lou. "Your brother has sensitive hearing, remember?"

Baby Michelangelo blinked, then frowned very seriously and wiggled until he was able to grab Little Donatello's arm in a hug- or rather, a- "Dondon hubbub."

Little Donatello's glare softened, and he went back to fiddling with the pacifier with his free hand. It seemed the hinge on the back occupied more of his attention than the squishy part meant to be sucked on.

The older Michelangelo pressed the pillows in his hands to his face. "D'awww, they're so cute!"

No-Longer-Lou smiled warmly. "They are, aren't they?"

"It seems like we've established that we have similar taste in names," chuckled the other rat. "Though, just to be sure, might I ask yours?"

No-Longer-Lou's smile turned bitter. "It doesn't matter. I'm only a splinter of the man I used to be, anyway."

The other rat's eyebrows rose. "What curious phrasing. I never was a man, but the name I was given before my mutation by the family I was brought into was…well, Splinter."

No-Longer-Lou straightened in the chair at that. "Curious indeed…"

After a moment of thought, on a half-formed hunch born of one too many late night sci-fi movie marathons, he continued, "You know, before my own mutation, I'd more-or-less befriended a rat in my- well. A rat. I…I'd chosen the name Lou Jitsu years ago, but…the name I was given was Yoshi."

A shaky breath from Splinter. "…Hamato Yoshi?"

No-Longer-Lou steadfastly kept his focus on his boys. "I haven't deserved that name in a long time."

He kept the part about not wanting to be associated with his family's 'traditions' firmly unsaid.

"You okay, Papa?" asked Raphael, reaching up to pat at his face.

"I will be," No-Longer-Lou said, pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead.

Splinter gently laid a hand on No-Longer-Lou's shoulder. "I swear to you, you and your children will be safe here for as long as you need. I don't know how you came to be here, but I will help you return home if you so wish."

No-Longer-Lou nodded, thickness rising up in his throat and clogging it.

"Mr. Lou, can I see Baby Mikey?" asked the older Michelangelo, setting the pillows down.

Both rats' eyebrows rose, and Splinter asked, "Mr. Lou?"

"Well, if he doesn't use that Yoshi name, and we can't call him Splinter because you're Splinter, then he's Mr. Lou!" Older Michelangelo crossed his arms and nodded decisively, his point made.

Splinter and…and Lou met each other's eyes with equally bemused expressions, then Lou looked down at his boys. "I don't know. Orange, would you like to see Big Michelangelo?"

"Bihmidey!" Michelangelo said seriously, patting at Donatello's arm before wriggling upright and peeking out at the older boy. "Bihmidey hi?"

"Heh, yep," said Older Michelangelo, beaming widely. "Hi, li'l Mikey!"

The baby chirped excitedly, bouncing in place until Older Michelangelo reached over to pick him up. Lou watched carefully, but it seemed the older boy had at least some idea of how to hold a young child, as he easily hefted Little Michelangelo against his side.

"I wanna see the babies!" exclaimed Older Leonardo.

"Me too!"

"Yeah!"

Little Leonardo giggled and clambered out of Lou's arms too quickly for him to react. "Hey, hey, hi! I'm big boy!"

Older Raphael darted forward to keep Little Leo from tumbling to the ground. "You sure are, yeesh! Don't hurt yourself!"

Little Raphael whined. "Leo, don't fall down like that! You'll get a owie!"

"S'okay, Raphie!" Little Leonardo grinned up at his brother, then at Older Raphael. "There's two Raphies! That's even more Raphie! Gonna be saferest!"

Little Raphael whined again, but after a brief moment where Older Raphael's eyes grew suspiciously moist, the older boy blinked quickly before grinning at his younger double. "You heard 'im. I'll keep your bro outta trouble, swear."

Little Raphael scowled. "You better."

"Did you want to come out and keep an eye on them?" asked Older Leonardo knowingly.

That got a nod out of Little Raphael, and the older boy helped him climb down to the ground.

With only Donatello left in his arms, Lou couldn't find it in himself to be surprised when the older Donatello peered at the younger boy. "What about you, Tinytello? You wanna come hang out?"

Little Donatello hissed in displeasure and flipped the hinged handle on the pacifier up and down more quickly.

"I'm guessing that's a 'no,' then," said Lou. "It's nothing against you, I promise. Today has simply been…a lot."

"Oh, I can get that," agreed Older Donatello immediately. "Like, I dunno what you were doing before you came here, but it didn't look very fun. And now a bunch of big brother wannabes are getting all up in his space and playing with his bros without him? I'd be on-edge, too."

Little Donatello's handle-flipping stilled, and he shifted to look at Older Donatello's chest. (Wasn't there a turtle-specific word for that part of their shells…?)

"I'm close, huh?" asked Older Donatello. "Figured it'd be something like that. That's okay, Tinytello! Sounds like you've been having a rough time of it. Do you want me to go do something else, or should I stay put?"

Little Donatello's forehead furrowed for a moment, then he gravely held the pacifier out to the older boy.

Lou's brows shot up. "Huh. I know Purple is unique in many ways, but he usually isn't so quick to decide a stranger is worthy of a gift…even if that gift belonged to the stranger, first."

Little Donatello frowned when Older Donatello didn't immediately take the pacifier, then gave the handle a demonstrative flip before shaking the pacifier a little.

Older Donatello's eyes widened, and he carefully took the pacifier and gave the handle a tentative flip.

Little Donatello chirruped, shifting in place to get comfy in the crook of Lou's elbow in such a way as to keep watching the older boy.

Splinter chuckled as the two Donatellos went back and forth, flipping and chirping. "I do believe your son has found a new friend in mine."

Lou huffed a weak laugh of his own. "I suppose he has."

He took the opportunity to scan the tunnel- or rather, now that he had a moment to think, the room within the tunnel.

Little Raphael and Older Leonardo stood aside as Little Leonardo cartwheeled in circles, ooh-ing and aah-ing whenever the younger boy glanced their way. Older Raphael kept a hawklike eye on the toddler, constantly circling around him to place himself between Leonardo and the nearest obstacles. Older Michelangelo hopped around the room, bouncing the baby with each hop and getting the both of them to giggle madly.

Little Donatello yawned contentedly and smushed the side of his face against Lou's arm, still watching Older Donatello bemusedly flip the handle of the pacifier.

Lou felt the adrenaline that had kept him moving for the past hour finally begin to drain, and it quickly became a struggle to keep his eyes open.

Splinter's hand came down on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Rest, Lou. You and your sons are safe here. The rest can wait for now."

Lou nodded tiredly, and his eyes fluttered shut before he could have any further say in the matter.

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Alastor's disappearance (Part 3)

I'm so sorry I was late to post this, I went through writers block and couldn't write anything for hours LOL. I hope you like this part, even if Alastor is a bit of an ass. The comfort comes soon, I swear. I didn't have enough time to look this over, so if there are any mistakes I do apologize.

Part 2

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7 years. It had been 7 years since she last saw him. What was she to say now that he was back? Rosie spent hours, days, weeks, worrying herself to sickness, and now he just sat next to her like he hadn't been gone at all. When did he return? Why didn't he come to her? Why didn't he talk to her before he left all those years ago?

Rosie turned her head to him, hoping he’d look back at her when her gaze was caught by a cute little egg boy on the ground. Out of habit, she smiled widely at him, and the egg scurried off in fear. Rosie had always been known for having a friendly and inviting smile, so this took her by surprise.

When she looked back up from the ground, her eyes locked with Alastor’s, who was smiling brightly at her. Rosie didn't know how to feel. She was beyond overjoyed that Alastor had returned safe and alive, but she couldn't help but feel anger and resentment towards him for leaving without so much as a goodbye.

Rosie smiled back anyway, although incredibly strained— at least to Rosie standards. Alastor seemed to take notice of this, as his permanent smile faltered ever so slightly. This isn't how she wanted their reunion to go.

“...Alast—”

“Welcome, Hell’s sovereign overlords.” Carmilla Carmine walked up to the front of the table, elegant as always. “I’ve invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of our city. Together, you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new Extermination schedule.” She pounded the table with her fist. “We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest.”

Rosie was glad to see the other overlords wanting to do something about the extermination as she'd hoped, but she would be lying if she said that was what she was focused on right now. Despite her better judgment, she could only stare at Alastor as her feelings continued to fester.

“Alastor?” Camilla called out in slight surprise.

“Yes, I know I've been absent for quite some time, I’m sure you've all been wondering!” Alastor replied. Rosie’s eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. Yeah, no kidding.

“Not really…” Camilla paused. “But welcome back in any case.”

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The meeting was ended abruptly by Carmilla, and the rest of the overlords began to leave. Rosie noticed Alastor fall behind, staying in the office for an extra moment to talk to the little egg boy she saw earlier. She waited for him by the elevators, and by the time he left, the rest of the overlords were gone.

“Rosie! What a pleasure to see you!” He exclaimed happily, making his way towards her with open arms. “It's been quite a while, hasn't it, old friend?”

Rosie crossed her arms. “Quite,” she mumbled coldly. What was she doing? She had rehearsed this a thousand times in her head; This isn't how she wanted it to go at all. Her emotions were too much to contain now that they were finally talking face to face.

Alastor looked taken aback, his eyes widening. That was not the greeting he had expected from her. “Is something the matter, my dear?”

Rosie struggled to find the words, she wasn't sure how to lay it down gently, so she didn't. “I- You… Where were you, Alastor..?” she asked, her breath quivering. “You were gone for so long! Where were you?”

Alastor chuckled dismissively, obviously not wanting to speak of this subject. “Ahh, well, I just took a well-deserved sabbatical! It's truly no big deal.”

Rosie uncrossed her arms, clenching her fists as her emotions became harder and harder to contain. “No big deal..? Y-you left without a word! Not to me, not to anyone! Alastor, I was worried sick!”

Rosie was usually a very calm, friendly, and patient person, she was rarely—if ever—upset. Seeing her lost in a sea of emotions was something unfamiliar to her, and to Alastor.

“My dear Rosie, I do not understand why you are so emotional. I’m here now! Isn't that what matters?” His cheery tone made Rosie want to rip that smile off his face, is that really all he had to say to her?

Rosie took a few breaths, fighting back tears as they threatened to spill. “How long have you been back?”

Alastor hummed in thought. “Well, I’ve been back for a few weeks now!” He smiled, trying to bring the mood up.

“A… A few weeks? How come I only see you now, then?! You disappear for years and you can't even be bothered to tell me you came back? I thought you were dead!” Rosie yelled, resting a hand on her chest.

“I’ve been preoccupied with something important, my dear,” he answered. Seeing Rosie in this state made him uncomfortable, he didn't know what to say to her. “I've been… Helping with a project.”

Her anger slowly faded, being replaced with an intense sadness. “You couldn't have visited at all..? Not even a letter..?”

Alastor’s ears flattened against his head. “It— It seemed to have slipped my mind.” Alastor took a step closer; Rosie took two steps back. “Don't be like that, my dear…”

Rosie took a deep, shaky breath, bringing herself back to a calm expression, but refusing to look at Alastor. “I should've expected this from you,” she mumbled. “You've never been remorseful for your actions, no matter who you hurt.” She paused, gently hugging herself in search of comfort.

“I just thought that maybe…” Rosie stopped herself from saying any more. “Have a good day.” She turned on her heel and entered the elevator. Alastor watched in a confused daze as she left.

The filter on his voice crackled as he felt the guilt start to set in. “Shit…”

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I’ll Do Whatever It Takes (i’ll make a million mistakes)

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More than anything, Callum was disappointed in himself. Disappointed in himself for not knowing better, disappointed in himself for getting his hopes up, for thinking he could finally have a happily-ever-after.

But what had he ever done to deserve one? He deserved whatever karma the universe decided to dish out, but their son didn't. He hadn't inherited the evil or the dark heart, hadn't done a single thing except be born to an accursed man.

He hadn't been able to step foot in the nursery. Hadn't been able to make himself look at the tiny, wheezing, prune-purpley-red little infant in the cradle he'd sworn to protect, but ended up breaking that promise, too.

All the Sky spells in the world hadn't worked, nor Sunfire healing, and Earthblood stabilizing abilities could only do so much for so long. Even magic, what he’d leaned on since that day he’d first laid eyes on Zym’s egg, had been as utterly helpless as he.

Since he'd been born just a week ago, Callum had spent every spare second locked in his study hopelessly searching for some kind of remedy, a mission he knew was doomed from the start but had to cling to, only leaving to slip into bed with Rayla and let her hold him as they both sobbed.

His wife slipped into the room now, a soft thunk reaching Callum's ears before she was standing behind him, arms looped around his neck and chin on his shoulder. "Hey."

He clasped her hand. It felt like all the apologies he'd spouted every night could never be enough, not for her and not for Ezran and not for their poor little sickly child. "Hey. Um, how are you holding up?"

The past seven days, Rayla'd mostly been helping him not-really-grieve, stuck somewhere between denial and bargaining, bringing tea and food and soft kisses. Callum didn't know what he'd done to deserve it. He hadn't been able to comfort her, hold her tight and soothe her, at least not yet. They'd always both been so good at tamping feelings down to help the other.

She shrugged sluggishly, moving to sit on his desk in front of him and take his hands, gently stroking the soft, tender skin between his wrist and thumbs. "I'm- I'm okay. Ish."

Callum pressed his lips to her forehead not solely for the purpose of keeping his tears out of her sight. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Rayla."

She shook her head, arms snaking around him. "Don't. Your genes aren't your fault, your history isn't your fault, random bad luck isn't your fault. The universe hating us isn't your fault. I wouldn't change anything." She brought his hand to cover her still-swollen stomach, where the baby weight had yet to fade, and for a moment it was almost as if their son had yet to be born, and they were happily oblivious to the disease fighting tooth and nail to claim him since the second he'd arrived. As if things were as okay as they could be.

"Callum, I need to talk to you," she said softly, combing through his hair, and he moved to look at her because he owed her that at the very least.

"Yeah?" Whatever she said next surely couldn't be good, but he'd rather hear it from Rayla than anyone else.

"Callum, every second that child is alive is a miracle," she breathed, crying silently as her lips trembled, face splotchy. "If the worst happens, if we lose him... I want you to be there. I want you to know your son at least a little bit."

"Rayla..." Callum gasped out, shaking his head in disbelief. He'd known, but confronting that terrible reality was the worst thing that could possibly happen.

She caught his wrists, holding them in her lap and drawing him into her lap, tilting his chin up. "I'm not done yet. Callum, I..." She pulled the source of the earlier thunk closer to them from the side of the desk, settling her small, pale hand against the large, dusty tome. Callum didn't dare reach for it.

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Chapter 11 art for Voyagers of Time and Shadow!

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Hermione stops dead in her tracks as soon as she looks at the door that shows the tormented faces. She reaches out and grabs both Harry and Ron, pulling them backwards, one boy with each hand. Her brown eyes are wild with realization. Evie isn’t surprised she was the first to connect the dots.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Hermione glances between Evie and Sebastian. “Tell me that doesn’t say what I think it does.”

Sebastian winces at her harsh tone. He avoids looking at the glowing incantation of the curse on the floor. “It’s the only way to open the door,” he admits. “Evie and I knew this was waiting for us. None of you need to do anything. We will open the door.”

“Hermione, what is it?” Harry has moved just slightly to stand in front of her, some sort of protective instinct. Hermione is still clinging onto both boys, her face pale.

“Crucio,” she spits and Ron gasps. “That’s how you open the door, isn't it? It's written over there on the floor. That’s why Evie had such a bad reaction to entering this room. She was clearly reliving whatever happened the last time you all were here!”

“It was my choice,” Evie whispers to defend them. They had no choice really. None of them wanted to die here. “It was either one of us use the spell or we all die here like Ominis’ aunt did. I agreed to endure the curse so we could survive.”

Ron is holding his wand out at them, his arm is steady. “This was a mistake. How could you have ever wanted to return to this place? You are not casting that curse on us.”

Harry places his fingers on Ron’s arm. His eyes are wide with sympathy and understanding. “No Ron, it's okay. They won’t use it on us...They are going to cast it on each other, aren’t you?”

“Evie is going to cast it on me,” Sebastian announces, his tone leaving no room for arguments. The trio grows quiet as they glance between the two Slytherin students. It's only fitting that the members of Salazar's House do this. “I hope you know that we would never have brought you here if we didn’t need Harry to open the first door. This place…” he breaks off, leaving whatever he was thinking unsaid. “I cast it on Evie last time. It was the only way to get out…”

Evie’s hand is shaking and she’s feeling lightheaded. She wordlessly moves to the same place she stood when she collapsed in pain. She ignores the stain on the floor from her blood where she smacked her face into the stones. Her tongue feels like it’s swollen or maybe her throat is closing. She never in a million years thought she'd end up here again.

“How did you know how to cast the curse?” Ron question, eyes darting between them. “How do you know? Even a hundred years ago it was unforgivable. It’s been unforgivable since the 1700’s.”

“A book from the restricted section,” Sebastian answers and Evie looks up at him. She didn’t know that’s where he learned it. Though she’s not entirely surprised. He loves forbidden knowledge. It's a quirk she always admired. “I was searching for a cure for my sister. The book explained how it worked and everything. Then I taught Evie after she told me what she faced in her trials. I thought she’d need it.”

Evie never needed the unforgivable curses, though she won’t lie and say they didn’t make things easier for her. This curse was one she used most often against poachers. She never regretted it.

“But they’re unforgivable,” Hermione protests weekly.

“I was one fifteen year old girl fighting a goblin rebellion,” Evie reminds her, finding her voice, which comes out harsher than she intended. She can't let them think less of Sebastian. He was just trying to do what he could to help her with everything she faced. “I did anything I could to survive…I was scared. They attempted to use the curses against me...so I started to use the unforgivables on them too.”

Sebastian squares his shoulders and draws Evie’s gaze back to him. His brown eyes are shining in the firelight. There’s determination in them but also fear. He can’t hide that from her. He's scared of the curse. Anybody would be.

The realization what’s about to happen hits Evie like a stampede of centaurs. The cruciatus curse is agonizing in every single way. Evie felt like she wished for death when he cast it on her. He has not endured the pain from the curse so he doesn’t know how it doesn’t just hurt. It’s pure agony. How can she cast this on him? He's the only person she has ever loved.

“Evie…I’m ready,” Sebastian breath is shaky. Evie watches him wipe his palms across his trousers. "Let's get it over with so we can get into the Scriptorium."

Her wand is still held loosely between her fingers. She needs to maintain a proper grip and shift into her casting stance. But she doesn’t. She raises the wand to prepare and its shaking. She feels the Gryffindor trio holding their breath near the opposite wall. Just like Ominis did. She hopes they won’t think less of her for this. But they are watching. She’s sure they are not able to turn away. Sometimes horrible things are meant to be watched. But Evie can’t watch Sebastian suffer. She closes her eyes and prepares herself, holding out her wand.

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she's just not into you - r.b.

robin buckley x fem!lesbian!reader

steve has been looking at y/n y/l/n for months, to no avail. she just seems to have no interest, even with steve's kind gestures. he doesn't understand why. robin does.

a/n:

hi!! omg this is the first time i'm ever writing something like this! i hope someone sees it and likes it lol :) pls ignore any grammar mistakes i tried my best!!

"i can't believe you managed to score a date with the hottest girl in all of hawkins after my millions of failed attempts", steve remarks, his hands running through his almost-too-long coffee-colored locks. "you've seen it! she just isn't into me at all."

"well, you're not exactly tom cruise or anything", robin responds sarcastically, still lugging her trumpet case from the pep rally.

"tom cruise probably couldn't even pull y/n y/l/n anyway."

"but i could."

"don't remind me!"

the two best friends continue down the halls of hawkins high, robin's heart still pounding remembering what she had managed to pull off minutes prior.

she has a date. a real one.

with y/n y/l/n.

she feels like she'll always remember the exact moment y/n's lips lifted into a smile as she accepted her offer.

the hawkins high pep rally was one of robin's least favorite events of the year.

she loved playing the trumpet. she actually really did.

but playing it in front of her high school full of judgemental jocks and cheerleaders wasn't quite her speed.

nonetheless, she knew she would get to see y/n y/l/n in the crowd. and that made her confidently apply a little extra makeup in steve's car, despite the background noise of steve's babbling.

robin's heartbeat kicked up the second steve pulled into the hawkins high parking lot. she scanned the crowd, but caught no sight of the girl she wanted to see.

that was, until she stepped into the stuffy gym and began to ascend the bleachers.

"robin!", a familiar voice sang.

"oh, y/n! hi!"

"i'm excited to hear you play. i'll be right near the band section!"

those words make robin's stomach start to twist.

"i'll make sure to play as best as i can then!"

y/n laughs in a way that makes robin's cheeks flush a red so deep it's almost maroon.

"oh, y/n, i wanted to ask you a question actually."

oh god, it's happening.

"what's up, robin?"

it's actually happening.

"can you meet me below the bleachers at the end of the pep rally?"

robin's heart pounds while she waits for a response. sure, y/n doesn't know her plans, at least not yet. but simply the thought of her and y/n in privacy makes her feel nervous.

"yeah! i'll meet you there!"

robin simply smiles genuinely, nods, and starts the short walk to the band section of the bleachers.

the pep rally flies by in a blur. robin almost forgets the songs she has to play countless times, her mind only focused on what she wanted to say to y/n.

finally, the student population starts to file out of the gym, and robin makes her way to the bottom of the bleachers. to her surprise, y/n is already standing there, leaning against the wall.

"hey rob!"

the nickname sends a chill down robin's spine.

"y/n! you beat me here!"

"i couldn't keep the best trumpet player in hawkins waiting."

robin's face falls flush again, her hands nervously folded in front of her.

"i guess i'm okay. lots of practice."

"no, robin, you're really good at it. i know a pep rally is supposed to be about school spirit and whatever other bullshit, but i was watching you play. and trying to listen despite how loud everything was."

robin is shaken by how genuine y/n sounds. she knew y/n was kind. she had just never experienced it this personally.

she knows she can't hesitate any longer.

"y/n, do you wanna maybe go get a coffee with me tomorrow? after school?"

she had done it. she had asked one of the most coveted girls at hawkins high on a date.

countless hawkins boys had asked y/n out. robin had even witnessed some of the rejections y/n had dished out, noting the guilty look on the girl's face.

and steve was right. he had tried, quite a few different times. y/n was always kind to him, but never in a more than platonic way. he didn't understand why. had he done something wrong?

"of course i will, robs. that sounds like a lot of fun."

robin then understood why.

[meabh-mcinness]

Dance With Me

Narnia x Fem!Reader

When Iruma becomes scared by "Fenrir", it isn't Amaryllis that comes to save him, but an unknown woman instead. An unknown woman who is quite unhappy with the way her partner is acting and isn't afraid to show who exactly is in charge in their relationship.

No TW! I think? Well Narnia gets choked a little, but it's nothing serious, so I think it's fine?

I'm actually not entirely happy with this one and might come back to it in the future.

"If, by some horrible mistake, a mere human were to gain power and...let's see, For example, sneak in here, pretending to be a demon. It would be so disgusting, I would puke." Fenrir leaned over, crowding Iruma's space as he continued ranting.

Iruma's eyes widened as he saw hands reach out from beside Fenrir, across his broad chest that was suddenly reminding Iruma far too much of Atori-sensei. Brief flashbacks ran through his mind of the tall, slim teacher with far too many hands before he realized the hands weren't reaching for him, or even coming from Fenrir himself. Instead, Fenrir continued on asking a question that Iruma's mind couldn't comprehend at the moment as the hands reached past the fur collar of his jacket and gripped his tie. One hand had reached up to grip the knot firmly, while the other grabbed the lower part of the tie before yanking the knot roughly.

A startled choking sound came out of the answer expecting guard, his eyes widening in surprise, large hands immediately going to grasp over the smaller ones. His mouth turned to a snarl, fangs barred as he turned towards the source before immediately snapping his mouth shut again, eyes widening even further when he saw who exactly had dared to do this.

"Disgusting, you say? Would make you puke, would it?" The more she spoke, the more her anger seemed to spill out in waves, as Fenrir's already pale skin grew whiter, pointed ears drooping down in fear. Vaguely, an image appeared in Iruma's mind of a wolf cowering before its angry alpha.

Iruma's eyes felt rather like bulging as well though as he took in the beautiful woman, dressed up in a dark purple gown that reminded him of butterflies from the human world, beside them giving Fenrir an even prettier smile and yet still practically oozing danger. It made Iruma's hair stand on edge, and was rather glad that he was not the recipient of the look on her face. At this moment, he wasn't certain if even his grandfather would dare to stand up to such barely disguised wrath that was on this foreign woman's face.

"Bad dog," she continued after a moment, smile still painted dangerously on her lips, as her eyes narrowed from behind the masquerade mask. Iruma honestly couldn't tell if he was imagining the whine that left Fenrir's body or not, as he grew visibly more upset.

"Honestly, do you really have to do this now? He's a child here to enjoy a party with his grandfather and friends, not a criminal waiting to slaughter everyone. Now quit it, you're scaring him."

"Good. He needs to be scared to understand-" A flick on his nose cut him off. He blinked in shock, nose wrinkling like a rabbit.

"Yes, yes, the Netherworld is a far more dangerous place to live than the human world. We need to always be on guard and ready for nasty little demons like yourself, just waiting to gobble us whole. I've heard the rant a million times, and I'm sure Iruma has too. Tonight, however, we are here to enjoy drinks and food and to celebrate yo-Narnia getting to be one of the thirteen crowns. Not to terrorize innocent children. Now shut up, so I can fix your damage. Unless," she paused, face transforming into faked innocence, "you would like to be known as a child bullier and have at least two crowns and one of the three greats after your head?"

An angry pout formed on Fenrir's face, arms crossing over his chest as he stared down the female before him. Her smile grew just that slightest bit into a smirk, and Iruma could faintly hear the challenge behind it. Fenrir obviously sensed it too, eyes locked onto hers, never blinking. Her eyebrow raised, upper hand tightening just a fraction. Fenrir huffed and backed down, looking away as his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. He was baring his throat, Iruma realized.

But that wasn't a demon thing, Iruma thought. All the etiquette lessons Opera had forced him through before coming here always pointed to wing baring as subservience. Displaying your neck to those above you was a human-world thing. Though, Iruma supposed, displaying your wings in such a public place with so many high rankers was probably a very bad idea. Anyone could take a shot at them. Clearly, the two knew each other, so it was probably a system they devised to get around that.

The woman turned to Iruma, he froze up, terrified to have her anger turned on him, when even the self-proclaimed number three in border patrol backed down, but instead, her smile and eyes eased, holding none of the bite she showed Fenrir.

"Hello, fellow child of man." It took a few seconds before Iruma's brain caught up to the strange salutation, but then he was bowing before the strange woman, a fierce blush crossing his face at the blunder.

"Hello! My name is Iruma!" When Iruma looked back up, he noticed the woman looking bemused but Fenrir looking around slightly panicked, before waving his hand. A wave of magic ran across Iruma's skin before settling over him.

"Quiet! Could you not expose yourselves here, of all places?" Fenrir hissed at them, "And you! Don't encourage him, we're already on thin ice with Henri. If he knew you were here, he'd pitched us both out in a heartbeat." Iruma reared back in shock, ahoge drooping at the guard's sudden berating, as the woman simply rolled her eyes.

"I don't understand...how does introducing myself expose me in some way?" They both blinked at him in surprise, before the woman's gaze softened in understanding. Fenrir on the other hand seemed to delve further in irritation, jaw opening to no doubt rant, but one subtle twitch of her fingers left him shutting it tight again.

"I take it you didn't realize we switched languages then?" she asked gently.

"Eh?" Iruma startled. Switched languages? How could that be possible, he was pretty sure the Netherworld had one united language, even across countries. And the only other language he knew was - oh.

'Hello, fellow child of man,' his mind repeated. It wasn't 'Hello fellow child of a man', but rather, 'Hello fellow human'. Iruma's jaw dropped in surprise.

There was another human in the Netherworld. Another human is living and by the looks of it even thriving in the world of demons.

He wasn't alone.

"You-You're a!" A gloved finger lightly covered his lips in a shushing motion before retreating again.

"I am. Though, I'd be careful blurting anything to do with that topic. I have full belief in Fen-chan's barrier," Fenrir puffed up at the praise, obviously preening from his partner's recognition, "but just because it can block sounds, doesn't mean we're scot-free. Who knows how many here can read lips or are strong enough to break through it regardless? Fen-chan is right, it wouldn't do us any good to be exposed here, of all places."

"Are there others? Besides us? Can I meet them?" Iruma watched as her eyes softened, a light sigh leaving her lips before faintly shaking her head.

"If there are, I don't know of them. I was the only one for the longest time. Until you showed up, that is.  Well, unless you count that one girl who fell in a few years back, she got captured and shipped back up almost as soon as she landed though. A lot of memories had to be erased that day."

Fenrir shuddered at the reminder. "I had to work overtime because she wouldn't calm down. Kept screaming like a harpy and kept producing things to toss at us. Would have thought she belonged to the Valac family if she wasn't so obviously a human. Never been so happy that silencing charms and barriers were a thing before."

A snort left the woman, "Yea, and then you just threw me in there with no warning for what was happening. You're lucky she spoke my native language and that I'm a good talker. Otherwise, you would had to have resorted to just straight knocking her out.  She was such an obnoxious woman, you should have done so anyway."

Fenrir let out a snort of his own, "You're more bloodthirsty towards your own kind than we are sometimes. I've told you time and again that Henri-sama says we're not allowed to do that. Something about breaking your fragile little human skulls-

"It wasn't his head she wanted to throw a rosary at! Do you know how much those tiny beads can hurt? Next time I'll let him do the talking and take all the hits and insults, while I stand back and watch unhelpfully with an occasional comment."

"I'll be sure to tell him that love."

"Go ahead and you can tell him those exact words too." She huffed out before noticing Iruma's rather lost look. "Ah, sorry, we do this at times. But the gist of it is that no, as far as we're aware there are no other humans."

Iruma nodded even as his shoulders dropped at the news. While he knew it illogical he had kinda hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was a hidden realm of humans here in the demon world. He loved it here in the Netherworld and everyone in it, but it still would have been nice to have someone to chat with about human things that the other demons just didn't seem to get.

"Hey," she said placing a hand gently on his shoulder, "I know it's probably not what you wanted to hear but it's probably for the best that we don't know of any other humans here. It hopefully means that any that have happened to pass over are blending in and staying safe. And if I find any others who want to stay like us I'll be sure to point them in your direction." She paused suddenly as if a thought came to her mind and she tilted her head at him, "You do want to stay here, right? Because if not-" Iruma interrupted her, shaking both his head and hands to stop the notion in its tracks, "No, I want to stay! I love it here and everyone is great. I've got to enjoy so many things that I couldn't before and I'm really happy here." Her gaze softened once more as she watched him continue on about the things here he loved. Giggling at his comments on food and nodding along as he went on about everyone he had met so far. She occasionally threw in some questions or comments to clarify some things and found it exceptionally entertaining to find out Kalego-sensei turned into a puffball in his familiar form; before divulging that Fenrir was her own familiar and that she was quite disappointed he didn't turn into a puffball himself, but rather a rather large version of a black maned wolf. 

"The Asmodeus's are heading this way, we should wrap this up." Fenrir suddenly said, interrupting them, staring off in the direction where everyone else was converging together socializing and dancing. 

"Well then you wicked dog," the woman turned around dragging the tie still grasped in her hand behind her, so Fenrir was forced to follow, "let us quit being a pest to this darling boy and dance with me."

From what Iruma could see, Fenrir didn't even try to fight. Instead, following obediently as if he was a dog trailing behind a leash held by an unbreakable grip, and for all Iruma knew maybe it was. Just because the lady had claimed to be a fellow human hadn't meant she actually was one. Though, the fact she could actually speak Japanese and apparently another human language was a big favour to her point. 

She stopped suddenly before turning back to Iruma, "By the way it was a pleasure meeting you Iruma. If you ever want to talk with me again, just tell Sullivan you want to get in touch with Naberius Narnia's assistant. He'll know what you mean." Before turning back around and continuing on her way to the dance floor, Fenrir still trailing obediently behind her.

"I presume I'm on the couch tonight?" Iruma heard Fenrir sigh when they were almost out of range.

"Honey, I love you but you'll be lucky if I let you sleep in the house at all for the next month after that display. I believe I saw Kalego somewhere, perhaps you should make up with him before the party ends if you wish to have a bed this night."

"Yes, dear."

Amaryllis giggled and waved hello as she walked past them towards Iruma, the still-unnamed woman gave her a cheery wave before turning her attention back to Fenrir. Azz-kun brushed past them all in a hurry to get back to Iruma's side, neatly crashing into a suddenly appearing Ameri-san as they both pulled up in front of him.

Adults were weird, Iruma decided as the two finally faded far enough away that their conversation could no longer be heard by him. Assuring both Azz-kun and Ameri-san that he was completely fine, and "No Azz-kun he didn't need him to burn anyone," his eyes darted back to the couple who had just been arguing in front of him. But as he watched the both of them smile at one another regardless as they took up a waltz that put everyone else around them to shame he couldn't help but feel as warm in his body as the look in their eyes for one another at the knowledge he now held.

He wasn't alone and if she was any indication of what his future could look like, then he was going to hold on to and fight for his ambitions even harder. Holding a hand out to Azz-kun's mom, he bowed over it slightly before rising with a determined smile.

"Would you care for a dance my lady?"

*Plays "Walk 'em like a dog sis, walk 'em like a dog" TikTok audio.*

[monimccoythings]

Arlong x freed!slave Reader: Four encounters

This is during Arlong's time in the Sun Pirates, Reader is freed along with Koala. I'm sorry, I haven't seen the whole flashback of the Fishman Island Arc, I hope this isn't entirely inaccurate.

You never thought you would see the sunlight again. You had spent so many years of your life living as a slave in the dark dungeons of some world noble, that it felt like you had been there your entire life.

What you hadn't expected either was a band of fishman pirates freeing you along with the little girl that shared a cell with you. As long as you got out of that place, you didn't care who freed you.

The Pirates were rude and mistrustful of you, their prejudices against humans were too strong. But out of all of them, there was one who stood out from the others. Arlong.

If there was a word that could describe him, it would be 'bully'. While the others avoided you like you had the plague and only interacted when necessary, Arlong made sure to voice his displeasure to having you and Koala around and would ensure your lives were a living hell.

You were scared of him at first, how could you not? After everything you had gone through, the least thing you wanted was more confrontation. But the more time you spent among the Sun Pirates, the more you realised that after everything you had gone through, there was nothing Arlong could possibly do to scar you further.

It was lunchtime, and after years of eating only crumbs and leftovers, you were glad to have anything warm to eat, even if it was gruel. When you were about to take the first bite, someone slapped the bowl away from you, sending it flying against the wall. It crashed into a million little pieces. Arlong leaned fowards.

"You are a waste of space and food in this ship, human. We should have left you to rot in that cell with the brat."

You calmly got up from your seat, feeling everyone's eyes on you. "Throwing a plate of food away is a waste." You dared to look into his eyes, even if your body was trembling with fear. "Congratulations, today is the first day someone will touch your privates." He looked momentarily surprised before you kneed him on the groin as hard as you could, making him double over and drop to his knees in pain. Looks like Fishmen were not that invulnerable after all if they had the same weaknesses as human men.

The Captain, Fisher Tiger, let out a booming laughter. It was the first time he saw someone put Arlong in his place like that, and a human no less! He didn't saw it coming and certainly neither did Arlong, who looked as bewildered as he was furious. If he knew his brother well, he knew Arlong's interest had been piqued.

Some of the fishmen crew also started laughing at Arlong's demise. "Looks like the human got you good, Arlong!"

Arlong, spent the rest of the day sulking and in a terrible mood. He was also plotting revenge. How dared a human humilliate him like that! He knew it had been a mistake to bring you two along.

You, on the other hand, felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You, singlehandedly had brought a nasty fishman pirate to his knees. The old you, before you were captured and sold, would have cowered in fear; but after years of abuse, of being bereft of every inch of your autonomy until you barely had anything left, you had nothing to lose.

The relationship with the crew seemed to have improved a bit after the incident, some of them jokingly asking if you would join them just to keep Arlong in check. Said fishman, stood as far as he could, glowering at you.

Several days later, you were just poking against the shelves for some bandages, when you were harshly pulled backwards and slammed against the wall. Arlong looked down at you and pressed each webbed palm on either side of your head, blocking your escapes.

"You will learn your place on this ship." He leaned close to you, his sharp nose almost touching yours. "I will teach you not to mess with your superiors." You looked at him in the eye, refusing to back down even if every cell was screaming at you to not defy him.

Out of a sudden, the door flung open and there stood Jinbei, who got very embarrassed when he saw you two inside.

"Oh, sorry for interrupting, didn't know you two were in here."

Arlong, who suddenly realised how indecently close he was to you and what it must have looked like to Jinbei, immediately got away from you as if you had burned him. "I-it's not what you think!!!" He exclaimed with a flushed expression. You couldn't agree more with him.

The crew sure loved to tease Arlong after the Jinbei incident. And of course he took it as well as expected; he was seething with rage, you consumed his entire thoughts, you were an obsession to him, each second he spent awake he plotted different ways to get back at you. You had managed to make him look like a fool in front of his friends not only once, but twice. His cheeks burned at the thought of you getting the upper hand on this battle of wills. One thing he was sure about: you would submit to him.

His eyes went wide at the thought that maybe his crewmates' insinuations weren't as absurd as he wanted to believe. He shook his head in frustraton, refusing to keep going with this game of yours, just the fact that you occupied his mind was another triumph for you, and he was not going to accept it. The best course of action would be to keep as far from your disgusting presence as he could so you couldn't influence him further.

After that second incident, you decided to dedicate your entire time to Koala, the girl that had been rescued with you. She was a sweet and cheerful girl, but you worried that having experience slavery at such a young age had messed up with her perception of the world. Not that you were any better, since you had arrived to this ship you hadn't had a good night of sleep, the nightmares were too strong for you to rest.

It was after one of those nightmares that you had your third encounter with Arlong. You knew it was going to be one of those nights, so you decided to walk up to the prow, maybe the sound of the waves could calm you. Leaning on the rail, you marvelled at how the sky shone with millions of stars like diamonds. Just watching them combined with the sounds of the sea, made you feel much better.

"For fucks sake, even at night are you roaming around being a pain in the ass?"

Well shit.

Arlong was laying against some crates that had been left around, probably sleeping. You hadn't seen him when you arrived.

"I couldn't sleep."

"And does it make it my fucking problem? Go bother someone else." What a charmer he was, always with a nice word ready for you.

"Sorry." You were not in the mood for arguing, you just wanted to leave your mind blank and admire the stars.

"You will be if you wake me again." Despite his threats, he didn't bother you further and allowed you to watch the stars in peace until you felt into some sort of dreamless sleep. You swore that when you awoke hours later, he had scooted closer to you.

At least your relationship was as cordial as it could be with someone like him. It was obvious he couldn't stand your presence, but at least he was polite enough to not jump down your throat whenever you came across each other on the ship. Maybe things were really starting to get better for you, maybe they'd really take you somewhere safer far from the World Nobles and their cruel regime, maybe you could really start a new life.

That was one cute dream. But it was just a dream, though.

You wouldn't have expected less coming from those slave owners, the only thing you would have liked was to have a little more freedom before it was over.

It was always supposed to end like this, you knew that very well. The ship had stopped to get more supplies, and you, feeling invincible, had decided to stretch your legs and go out on a stroll unsupervised. That's when the guards had seen you. You ran as fast as you could through the deep forest, hoping it would lead them away from the Sun Pirates and Koala. You knew your life was over but they still could have a chance at freedom.

You were so busy wallowing in your own self pity that you didn't see the sword in front of you until it nearly chopped your head off. You recongised that serrated sword, it was Arlong's kiribachi. But what was it-

Arlong slowly stepped from his hiding spot behind a tree. His sword moved from the front of your neck to your jugular vein. "Wha-" Was the only thing that managed to escape from your lips. That was it. He was finally going to do it. This was revenge for humilliating him that time. He would chop your head off, and then burn your remains, saying that the guards got to you first.

"Out of my way, human." He spat the word human as if it was poison, but he wasn't looking at you, in fact, he was looking at some point behind you. Oh fuck, the guards.

His hold on the sword, tightened, and you knew he wouldn't repeat himself twice. Obediently, you went under the sword and moved to the other side, running as fast as your legs could carry, hoping you would be able to find the ship and warn the others about the guards' presence. You didn't dare to look back, since the splattering noises and screams of pain were proof enough that it would be too much for you.

It didn't take you too long to reach the docks, but your lungs burned and you felt like you were going to collapse with exhaustion. As you were about to tell Fisher Tiger about the imminent danger, Arlong reappeared behind you, as fresh as a daisy, if the manic look of glee in his eyes was any indication. There were no signs of battle in his body, it was as if there hadn't been a battle at all. Or worse, as if it hadn't felt like a battle for him, just a regular stroll through nature.

Just a nod between the fishman and his Captain was enough for Tiger to understand the situation, so he ordered an immediate departure from that place.

You were uncertain about what to do. Should you thank him? Would he accept your thanks? Or would he act all pissy and scream at you? Not willing to delay it any longer, you cautiously approached him.

"Ummm..."

"What." His tone was sharp, annoyed that you even dared to breath in his direction.

"Thanks for... before, you know... saving me from those-."

He tsked at you, looking disgusted. "Why would I save you, scum." And then he left, leaving you speechless. At least he hadn't reacted too badly. Still, his nonchalantness about the matter hurt you. Gosh, you couldn't wait to get out of this ship forever and forget his stupid dumb fishface.

What you would never know, and Fisher Tiger would never reveal, was that the second he had seen you going off on your own, Arlong had immediately followed, like a guard dog. To the naked eye, those who didn't know him very well would have thought he was going to get his revenge on you, but Fisher Tiger had known his brother long enough to see that that look on his eyes was not one of bloodlust.

He knew what was blooming inside him. And he knew what he was going to fight against with all his might. Because Arlong was nothing but a stubborn motherfucker. Yet, Fisher Tiger knew what hid behind those cruel remarks and hostile interactions.

He knew it was love.

[jakeperalta]

Imo taylor is in a trap of her own design. She encouraged fans to dig into her personal relationships at the very beginning, when she put real names in her songs and wove them into lyric booklets as Easter eggs.

I think she realized this was a mistake around the red/1989 days, but the beast was unstoppable by then. You can't really undo that mistake after you have the whole world caught up in a frenzy of easter egging...

She has a choice: accept that she will never be able to write normal diaristic songs without her personal life being picked apart by millions of fans (fucked up as that is.) With acceptance of that reality, she can set up guardrails like she did on folklore and evermore, layers of obscurity/fiction that allow her to express herself without too much hyperanalysis from the public about her most intimate life details. She can also make efforts to preserve her privacy.

Or, she can do what she's doing now: decide privacy is a cage. Release more diaristic lyrics which fans WILL cross reference with all her public appearances and pap photos. I feel bad that her artistic output is limited in this way. At the same time, I don't pity her too much when she continually chooses to air her most intimate feelings, knowing exactly what fans will do with that.

That is the reality of someone with her level of fame. It doesn't surprise me that many fans think you need to analyze her personal life to enjoy her music. That isn't true; but the vast majority of her artistic output for near 20 years has been diaristic confession, with a healthy sprinkling of intentional easter-eggs. She made her life into lore and it's very easy for new fans to get sucked into the vortex of obsessive analysis.

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah I'd be inclined to agree with all of this! It's clearly out of her control at this point how fans/the public will choose to approach her music (look at how she literally made a public disclaimer about how the point of speak now tv wasn't for people to go get angry at john mayer on her behalf and it made absolutely no difference) and I think you're right as to how at this point she's decided to essentially lean into it, the idea of privacy as a cage is a great way to describe it.

[ghostowlattic]

"No Food has entered"

Oh my, why would food do such a thing? How could food do it anyhow? Strange.

It would seem kind of important, unless this is pure propaganda, to add that our country's current admin. and Israel are the ones blocking food and aid. to purposely starve 400,000 + people. And to mention also that Biden/Harris/Blinken personally signed off on attacking aid trucks and ambulances.

Aid trucks and ambulances.

It's absurdist, agonizing really, reading western headlines as they constantly try to twist reality daily. When you watch the events yourself or see them live streamed online, only to see headlines moments later which purposely misinform, it becomes even more clear how much the western media keeps people in a manipulated bubble. Which was clear anyhow but it sure does become more apparent when you really see it in action working overtime.

I'm sad and somewhat surprised to watch the 'left', Dems mostly, of the USA be so quiet. People who seemed good at picking apart those police shooting articles saying, 'a police officer was holding a gun today when 3 of the bullets inside it killed a teen'. You know, where it's obvious they write anything to distort responsibility or even blame the victim? Now headline after headline is the same about our actions in the world and there is so much---silence!? Is the manipulation just working really well, or people are ignoring it for the election? Why does the Democrat's morality always seems to stop at the border? I certainly can't expect much humanity from Republicans.

I was always deeply hurt learning about the holocaust. I was a rather weird kid who studied all of those things very early on, including Cambodia, Pol Pot, Vietnam, more recent world history in general than my classes ever approached. Call me crazy but, I thought the lesson was that we could never let that happen again to anyone. To PEOPLE. To ANYONE.

Now it feels like we could be shoving people into gas chambers, we're already starving them and burning them alive, and it's like hey, isn't this great we just can't let this happen to Jewish people again? I'm like what the living fuck, this isn't what I signed up for. No one should be treated this way, nobody.

How can people here defend women's rights -- then be quiet about your nation helping to starve half a million women and children to death? No conflict there?

Is this what Trump did to us, is this our national soul now even for those who oppose him? Saying nothing while burning people alive in hospital beds!?

Trump is obviously a walking piece of living excrement and certainly isn't better in any regard, but anyone able to stay silent or not criticize your own nation and party as 100 thousand people are murdered in your name, as entire populations are being purposely starved, if it's just because they think it might spoil the election and it's 'not the time', how are they possibly a better human than he is?

Harris has now fully committed herself to this horror sadly, she said there was not single mistake made, and that she would have done NOTHING differently this year. Nothing. She added she will put NO RESTRICTIONS on Israel. Affirming she far right of Richard Nixon of all people, who you can see on historic videos warning people why we should never ever write Israel a blank check or they will bomb everyone in the region. It's truly weird to listen to Dick fucking Nixon explain why you need peace and love in the world more than the current Democrat running in 2024, things are probably a bit out of hand.

So what would be much for Americans? Democrats for that matter, it's not like I can expect Republicans to grow a heart if they ever had any, but everyone else? Because it's feeling like there is no limit. Officially it's over 41,000 but we know the number is more likely over 100k.

There are now over one million people displaced in a week. Is that not too much??

Then there is Aaron Bushnell, a 25 yo US serviceman who set himself aflame this year, burned himself alive saying it doesn't even compare to what Palestinians are going through, and notice how few Americans seem to give a shit or notice? Democrats seemed awfully offended by Trumps treatment of the military and yet our own soldiers set themselves on FIRE? Killing themselves in protest and, nothing?

400,000 in Gaza with no food since October 1. Are we going to just sit and wait for them to starve? This isn't a natural disaster. Civilians, women, children killed in mass numbers and this is still the good side of the country? How can anyone discuss something as important as abortion and women's rights while starving and bombing women and children in great numbers and not find that a bit...conflicting?

It was so soulless to see this morning, after watching the IDF burn people alive as it happened this week -- that Sky News had the gal to use those VERY images, those of burning people alive in hospital beds, with a story instead about Iran's missile attack, that killed no one, from a week earlier. Knowing people will likely conclude the terrible things they are seeing were not done by the IDF and the West, but Iran. Over and over straight up propaganda.

History will remember this. And since those involved are having such a 'great' time live streaming their own atrocities on social media, it's making it the most documented genocide in history and will be watched in detail for generations to come. It's insane to watch people openly discuss they want genocide and be very honest about it, to live stream theirselves killing people and to see them play in children's clothes after murdering them and just look at how passive Americans are. As the news is full of strange headlines like the one above..where FOOD magically keeps itself out of places with no reason or logic, starvation, bombings, displaced people, by....this mysterious nobody! Manipulation... the loss of active verbs will astound you.

I mean, I really do not have love for Nazis and bigots, I dislike seeing any sort of hate and fascism in fury. So, how could I not find it equally unnerving to see a huge group of American Israeli supporters this week carrying flags with stars of David, singing the melody of Hey Jude to 'No more Gaza', and laughing and chanting for the death of 2 million human beings? How is this morally different? Are people really so absurd that if the very same forms of hatred return but it's a diff symbol or reversed it's just unnoticed? Defended even? Are people really just led by some weird guilt so the holocaust was a get-one-free holocaust card for one specific group of people, instead of lesson to defend human life and dignity for everyone???

It makes me wonder, what was our entire culture about? Movies, art, lessons, all the supposed morals and novels from war and fiction and our own history? What was all these decades of artists, shows, film makers, going on and on about humanist topics worth? Streaming years worth of documentaries online about humanity, history, society - only to sit as it happens all over again? How can American liberals watch Republicans lie and say crazy things like immigrants will eat your pets, and laugh at it, and say damn we're not that stupid - but then Israel tells the world Palestinians and Syrians and Lebanese and pretty much every Arab in the world sleeps with a missile under their bed and you're like shit well here's billions of dollars and weapons go end them all? How can you not recognize the same techniques or just really so equally racist? What was the point of culture and movies or documentaries, even Star Wars -- any of these moralistic stories, if you all just sit here and let it happen again without saying a word? Does it have to come dressed in the same attire for you to recognize it?

I don't use FB a ton lately but I will post this here. I don't even try to share overly or get too personal online but with this, I feel it's not good for my soul to not say something more. Fuck Trump forever and I hope he loses or better yet dissolves into a pile of goo, but how can anyone else actually sit at ease or stay silent when this this current admin is fully supporting this and signing off to attack aid workers? If fascism is bad...isn't fkn' genocide?? Are you really ok if its not inside America?? Really? Even good ole American dad Tim Walz says he supports this mass death, so there's your cuddly football coach for you.

I cannot in good faith back my government's actions or those supporting this. This is beyond atrocious and I only can wish people can find their true hearts.

I get that human beings just aren't there yet, we are pretty much just mostly hairless apes fresh off the plains. I try not to be very misanthropic because I don't expect too much from people in the first place. I think there is an endless amount of love and beauty in people.

Still I'm disheartened by my own people on the 'good' side mostly. And with, ignorant celebs like Bill Maher are obviously assholes, most know that I guess, but still. Watching him and other libs saying gay people would be thrown off of a roof by Palestinians, just weeks after I literally watched Israelis blindfold Palestinians and throw them off of a building to their deaths, one after the other, feels like the most demonic gaslighting. Is there some throwing people off of buildings morality system I'm unaware of, or is that generally like, a terrible thing to do? And if being homophobic is a reason for genocide, then what of many of my Texan neighbors, Trump supporters, and the entire USA or half the planet? And I know this is crazy but, I wouldn't want to burn them alive or use white phosphorous on them or starve entire Republican cities to death either. Go figure?

I have friends in Israel and all over that I care for much, I want peace and safety for as many in this world as can be. But there is no way I can defend this, or any apartheid system for that matter.

There is nothing anyone can do that justifies this being done to anyone. Not terrorism, nothing. If you think 'terrorism' justifies collective death punishment and starvation maybe it's time to reconsider if you have a soul.

At very least perhaps we can like, not starve half a million people this month and fight for their dignity. Even just more people saying anything at all.

DIGNITY, something all humans deserve.

Wishing everyone truly a beautiful week and life, and hoping for much better for everyone.

[dozing-composing]

Ur single handedly keeping the venture bro fanfics alive and honestly I love you for that thank you for all you do ❤️❤️🫡🫡

😭😭😭 I Literally Love Y'all So Much! You Guys Keep Me Going. Every Time I Log On, My Inbox Is Full And My Posts Are Blowing Up. And, We Hit Over 50 Followers! I Did Not Think I'd Get This Far, Much Less With My Previous Milestone Of Over 20. So As A Thank You, I'm Going to Gift Y'all A Little Holiday Special Featuring Our Favorite Henchman. I Hope You All Enjoy, And Of Course... Happy Holidays!

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ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢɪꜰᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

ᴏʜ, ꜱᴏ ɢʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀʏ

Warnings: Vulgar Language, Possibly OOC It's Christmas, and your boyfriend is nervous to give you a gift of a lifetime. ☆GN!Reader

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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house A few creatures were stirring, each person arouse The mansion was decorated with garland and tinsel, In hopes that the air was more merry and blissful

...

It came as a surprise when The Mighty Monarch was hosting a Christmas party, albeit a small one consisting of himself, his wife, Gary, and one special soon-to-be guest: you. The whole house was furnished in Christmas decorations, making the place look jolly and bright. Everyone was surrounded by bells, wreaths, ornaments, and more. It was actually Sheila's idea to throw such a festivity. "To bring us closer together," was her reasoning. "And to give us a damn break from all Guild operatives." Still, everyone agreed and took this minute to breathe. All except for Gary, who was stressing beyond something mad. See, he had plans for this one particular person. Someone he's loved since that faithful day they met. He still has that coffee cup sleeve from the first date you both went on. A couple of days before the party (or rather, a small get-together), he had been looking for advice from his boss. Which became a lesson learned to not ask him. "But what if (Y/N) doesn't like it?" "THEN YOU MAKE THEM LIKE IT-" And then he gave the infamous "I'm The Mighty Monarch" speech, ranting that if it were up to him, you would faint on the spot because it was from him. Gary walked out in the middle of it. He then went to ask Sheila, who told him something that really seemed to help. "Listen, Gary. The only reason (Y/N) won't love your gift is if they don't love you." This really stuck with him. And she was right. But, there was still one other thing... What will you say?

...

There was no reason to get nestled and snug in their beds, While thoughts of cheeriness danced in their heads The Monarch in his cloak and Gary in his sweater, Were trying to keep calm and get things together

...

Seconds ticked by, and you had yet to show up. Minutes turned to hours. The night nearly escaped from them. But The Monarch wouldn't allow it. Being fed up by waiting and waiting, he slammed his fists down and arose from his seat. "Fuck this! I'm not going to sit around anymore and wait for someone for this stupid 'party' that isn't even a party to begin with!" He throws his hands up and waves them around as he exits the room. Sheila gets up to follow him. "Sweetie, it's also a big night for Gary. You don't want to support your best and only henchman?!" Her voice fades out as she leaves to catch up to him. Gary sat at the kitchen table, alone with his thoughts once more. The snacks that were laid out appeared to have gone to waste. He sighs and rests his face on his hand. A million thoughts passes through his mind. Maybe you're not ready yet. Maybe you got caught in traffic. Maybe you got caught in the snow. But if that was the case, wouldn't you give him a call? Wouldn't you be letting him know what's making you so late? Maybe this was a huge mistake... No! Despite his frustration, he fights to stay positive. You're just running late. No way would you ditch him. You would jump at the chance to spend time with him. Especially now during the holidays. He just had to give you more time.

...

When out on the street there arose such a clatter, He sprang from his seat to see what was the matter Away to the window he flew like a flash, Threw open the curtains and saw what caused the clash ...

Being so deep in thought caused more time to pass by. Each agonizing thought made the seconds etch by quicker. He was about to give up and call it a night, when all of a sudden... SCREECH! It was a short, but loud sound. A staccato of car tires stopping. Then came the sound of a car door closing. He jumped up and ran to the window. Instantly, he ripped away the curtains to see if it was you. And sure enough, it was! His eyes lit up as he released the curtains and dashed to the door. You couldn't even lift a hand to knock before Gary had swung it open. "(Y/N)!" He reaches out and pulls you in for a great bear hug. You smile, feeling the warmth radiating off him. It fades a little when he pulls away as quick as he pulled you in. "I was starting to think you gave up on us!" You look down in shame. "I.. tried to call but the reception out here is shoddy. I got lost and couldn't get ahold of you," you explain. You look up to see Gary's eyes full of understanding. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean for this to happen." You awkwardly clench at your coat sleeves. "Hey, hey. It's okay! Look-" He eases your hands in his. "I'm glad you made it," his eyes reflected the light outside. It made your heart melt. That's probably your favorite part of him. The way they always seem to reflect the light. Even in darkness, they'll never lose their glimmer. "Come on, it's freezing out here!" He leads you inside and takes your coat. Already, you feel out of place. This is the first time you've ever come out here, and to finally see this gorgeous mansion on the inside made you feel small. "It's beautiful," you whisper. "How come I've never visited you out here?" You turn to him. He shrugs, then rubs the back of his neck. "It's complicated." With that, he takes you and shows you around. Each room is more breathtaking than the last. And thankfully, you're distracted enough to not see how fidgety Gary was getting. Or so he thought. When he led you out to the balcony is when you caught on to his nervousness.

... The moon on the breast of new-fallen snow, Gave the luster of mid-day to to objects below When what to your wondering eyes appear, You boyfriend all shaken and taken by fear ...

"...Are you oka-" "GREAT! I'm great. Are you cold? I should have brought your coat back. I should probab-" "Calm down, Gary. I'm fine," you gently grab his hand. Your turn to lead. You take him to the railing. Letting his hand go, you lean over and look out. He does the same. Snow covers the ground, everything blanketed in white. The sky is surprisingly clear for it to be in the city. You take a glance back at Gary to see he's white-knuckling the rail. Everything about him is suddenly tense. You place a hand on one of his, accidentally startling him. You look at him worriedly. "Gary, something's clearly bothering you. What's the matter?" ... With his brain working overtime and thoughts flying quick, He knew in a moment that this must be it More rapid than eagles this time surely had came, Now here he stood, gift in hand, and asked you by name ...

He takes in a deep breath, then clasps onto your shoulders. "I love you. You know that right?" You cock an eyebrow. "Of course! Why would you ask something like thi-" "Because I love you so much," he starts. "I love the way you smile at the little things. I love that you laugh at anything and everything. You're so sweet, and you're quick to help out whenever you can," his grip on you loosens more after each word falls out his mouth. "Y-you are like, the highlight of my life. You helped me through a lot," his hands travel down your arms to lock with your hands. "We even fought tooth and nail to be with each other." You laugh at the thought. But when you found out he had to move to New York, your heart broke. So you did all you could to maintain a long distance relationship. And you eventually saved up enough to move there, even if you lived in a small apartment. "And most importantly, you loved me for who I was. E-even before my transformation." Your eyes begin to water as you give a slight giggle. You remember the way he first looked, but you didn't care. You loved him for him. His geekiness only added to his attractiveness. "And for the past few years, we've gotten to know each other so well that..." He gets down on one knee. "I wanted to give, er... Ask something special of you," he pulls out a velvet box from his pocket. His heart begins to race. Your hands fly to your mouth and your eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. Your heartbeat matches his. "(Y/N)," he lifts the top of the box to reveal a stunning, sparkling ring. "Will you-" "Yes!" You throw yourself on him and wrap your arms around his neck, almost knocking him over. You both burst into tears. After having a little happy cry fest, you both got up. He then slid the ring on your finger. You both share a much-loving kiss under the stars. The hardest part is over, he thought. ...

They spoke not a word, but went straight to surprise, And opened the balcony door to see their prize And they were happy seeing the two side by side, And were excited to see that you had not denied ...

You both were about to head back inside to warm up, but you were met with the other power couple. "Congratulations!" Dr. Mrs. The monarch walked up to give you a hug. "Now let me see that rock," she lifts your hand up to inspect your ring. All while you two banter, The Monarch shares a few words with his loyal henchman. "I knew you had it in you, you dog!" They exchange their secret handshake, to which makes Mrs. Monarch give them a disappointing look. Everyone starts to head back inside. Everyone except for you. Gary sees you stalling and goes over to see what you were waiting for. "You okay?" It took a moment for you to register that he had said something. "Yeah, I just... had to collect myself," you grasp at your heart. And then there's a small pause. "I'm going to marry the love of my life!" You flap your hands and bounce on your tippy toes. You are just exploding with pure happiness. "Me too!" You share another kiss, holding each other's faces. Then he draws back and rests his forehead against yours. "I guess this means I'm not your boyfriend anymore," he chuckles. "Gary, you're such a dork." "Yeah, but I'm your dork," he boops your nose. After that, you go in to finally party. Thankfully, there was a bottle of champagne that was saved for special occasions such as this. Everyone had their glasses full, and everyone commemorated the newly engaged. "Merry Christmas, my dear," you kiss Gary's cheek. The other two "aww" to this display off affection. Your fiancé's face turns almost as red as the bows arranged on the wreaths. The rest of the night is spent with joy and laughter. You're very excited to be joining the family. ...

Everyone sprang to the inside to celebrate this new chapter, And away they all honor you joining hereafter And there they make a toast, all doused in Christmas light "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" ...

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Again, Thank You All So Much For All The Attention You Give Me. I Cannot Thank You Enough. Much Love To Everyone This Holiday Season! You're All The Best Gift I Could Ever Ask For!

[greenelectricsky]

Munkustrap: Oh, what's that?

Rum Tum Tugger, catching a case and hiding it behind him: Nothing! Nothing wrong, it's... it's a Misto's!

Munkustrap, looking suspiciously at Tugger: Really?

Rum Tum Tugger: Absolutely And I'm going to Misto, give it back, because he left it here by mistake. Ta, ta!

Mistoffelees, in his den: I told you! I told you a million times, hide it where he doesn't look! Your luck he isn't like you and he asks before opening!

Rum Tum Tugger: I know! I'm sorry, I just... I wanted to look at it from time to time and he was home early...

Mistoffelees: OK, give it to me for now. When you prepare your engagement I give it back to you, alright!

Rum Tum Tugger: Yes! Keep it safe, please! Thanks!

Mistoffelees, shaking his head, opens a drawer, and puts a case next to the second one, quite similar, with an engagement gift from Munku to Tugger. Munku said it's safe at Misto, because Tugger loves taking and opening things without asking, and he always finds some surprise gifts before time. So, Mistoffelees' den is a much safer place to keep it hidden.

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[agendercryptidlev]

haha wait sory follow up to the last two asks . i finally remember what the term for it is. Like, double standards. My issue with how some ppl interpret The Laios and Toshiro argument is how they kind of hold them to a diff standard of like tha fault is mostly with Toshiro for not speaking up instead of Laios because ppl see him as more oblivious in general even tho yea i mean that's fair i can also be like that sometimes!!! but its unfair that ppl say Toshiro isn't some flavour of neurodivergent too and is just like. an allistic asshole. lmao

either way i think theyre both interestingly flawed. and i enjoyed their fight and what it like meant for both of them (a big growth moment because laios like has a more understanding perspective of others' now and how like some ppl are going to be annoyed with him / how he should be more careful going forward with boundaries. and he also like . can see other ppls perspectives more in particular how toshiros sleep deprivation and lack of eating contributed to him lashing out suddenly at Laios.

and then how for Toshiro he kinda like? becomes more assertive and like doesnt just repress whatever it is he wants to say. Like the fight is super well written and interesting for both of their characters' growth so i want more ppl to kind of like /get/ that its less of a NT vs ND typa situation and more of a yeah these guys are both autistic, goin at it, and learning from their past mistakes. Getting worse before they get better at communication, that kind of stuff :]

I think this is all very valid and true and honestly this sorta fandom mini-ecosystem is really reflective of how people view neurodivergence as a whole, like there's some sorta monolith and one size fits all solution.

IDK how many people have this experience but at my elementary school they had a special daily class for the kids with "social difficulties" which basically meant they threw all the neurodiverse kids in a room and treated their different symptoms as exactly the same and were surprised when most of us HATED each other by the end. I have little to no volume control and was put next to a kid with severe noise sensitivity and yet they thought we'd get along because we both deviated from the norm. People expect there to be one true neurodivergent experience and it just doesn't work like that.

I definitely get what you mean about relating to both Laios and Toshiro and being annoyed at the mentality that you need to pick a side too, even if there is a million percent more Laios in me than Toshiro. A lot of people don't realize that people's symptoms don't follow an archetype and can have symptoms that seem to conflict with each other (I for example am a selective mute who also talks impulsively). People keep making false dichotomies with this stuff which is also where the temptation to make it into an autistic vs allistic right vs wrong thing comes in and it's a whole mess.

At the end of the day I just wish people were comfortable viewing this moment of conflict between Laios and Toshiro as a moment both of them needed to have to learn and grow, that's why they were both all bruised up at the end, neither came out as someone perfect but it's what they need to move past their differences and stuff.

That's also why I think it's so cool that there's a whole community online full of other neurodivergent folks who can all throw their own perspectives in and all that! I really enjoy hearing your perspective on Toshiro's character and I'm glad you help me think about him in ways I wouldn't have been able to on my own! :3