#in order to keep hanging out with eli

[stalecrackersareyummy]

Pretending Slugterra has similar guardianship laws to the surface, in most places you have to be at least 16 to be released from parental control.

Eli is only 15 at the beginning of the series so a totally viable strategy for Blakk would've been to just adopt Eli.

Can't blow up the ghouling depots if you're grounded, checkmate

[wileys-russo]

Fresa and Alba, playing a prank on Alexia,

"we just wanted to try something"

part of the void universe magic trick II a.putellas

if there was one thing you and alba weren't good at, it was attempting prank after prank on your eldest sister. somehow she seemed to always see them coming, most times even able to turn them around so you and alba ended up the victims of your own handiwork.

"hermana! do you want to see a magic trick?" you appeared in your sisters doorway with a grin, alexia looking up from her phone with a concerned frown. "no." the girl shook her head as you rolled her eyes.

"venga! please?" you asked, pleading eyes baring into her as alexia sighed, dropping her phone on the bed and standing to follow after you, taking a seat at the dining room table where your other sister was waiting.

"vamos tonta's. amaze me!" alexia waved her hands sarcastically as the two of you shared a look and nodded. "we will make the coin go from under the bottle to inside the bottle, with magic." alba challenged with a clap, showing the coin between her fingers as alexia gasped mockingly.

"the coin goes under the bottle-" alba recounted as you did exactly that, sliding it under the plastic water bottle on the table.

"-so then i cover this up." alba recounted, putting the tea towel down over the top of the bottle. "magic words." she clicked her fingers at you as you waved your hands over the top of the bottle and counted down from five.

"muy magic." alexia snickered as you shot her a glare, nodding to alba once it was done. "and now-" alba tugged the tea towel off and looked down the neck of the water bottle, moving aside so you could do the same.

"the coin is inside! look." alba encouraged as you tried to hide your smile, alexia looking at you both skeptically from her seat at the dinner table. slowly she leaned in and your hands begin to itch, ready to dart forward and squeeze it.

however, your chance never came.

instead you gasped as water was poured over your head and squirted in alba's face, alexia smirking with the now empty bottle in her hand. "los dos sois idiotas!" your eldest sister shook her head, having seen your plan coming from a mile away.

"puta!" alba darted forward first, grabbing the glass of water on the table and dumping it over alexia's head as you tackled her legs sending her careening to the floor.

"this is new!" you grunted trying to wrestle to keep her on the ground, your shirt having been one you'd gotten for your twelfth birthday just the other week now soaked.

"alba ayuda!" you yelped as your much taller sister flung you off effortlessly, your middle sister reappearing with a new bottle of water of water in hand.

"alba you do it, you die." alexia growled in warning trying to pull your arms off from where they were wrapped around her neck in a chokehold.

"do it!" you encouraged with a grunt, half hanging off the footballer as she attempted to stand and with a war cry you pulled her back down to the floor.

"alba, alba, alba no! fresa get off me!'" alexia grunted as you continued to encourage alba to do it, however right as the cap was flicked off and the girl was about to dump the bottle the front door swung open, footsteps clicking across the floorboards.

"ay dios mio why is my floor all wet? why are you all wet?" eli gasped, nearly slipping in a small puddle and fixing you all with a fierce glare that had your squabbling falling silent.

your back hit the ground with a grunt as alexia successfully yanked your arms off from around your neck and sat up. "no!" eli barked as you shielded your face and the older girl raised her fist to no doubt hit you.

"clean this up, now!" eli ordered firmly. "que? these idiotas started it, they can clean it up!" alexia scoffed standing to her feet and you snickered as she slipped and promptly fell back down with a yelp, quickly rolling out of the way as she tried to grab you.

"we just wanted to try something." you protested but it fell on deaf ears. "grow up and clean it up, all of you. and no fighting!" your mami warned firmly as you all grumbled under your breath, alba disappearing to grab a mop as you ran off to get the bucket.

maybe one day you would get one over alexia, but that day was not today.

[bmhcdnsms]

[male reader] - fem alligned, minors / ageless, and blank blogs dni or u will be blocked !

thinking about clingy men that won't leave you alone. i'm talking: whiny, needy, pathetic, touchy men that will do anything in their power to stay by your side. definitely do not care if their behavior is an inconvenience to anyone around you two, they won't change how they act at all.

they'll whine your name in that begging tone while they tug on the hem of your shirt, pleading eyes looking at you. all that effort just to beg you to let them come with you when you order your drink at the counter at the local cafe you two were at.

genuinely panics whenever you aren't near. it's codependency at its finest. you have to use the bathroom at the restaurant you two are dining at? he's counting down the seconds until you come back. and when you do, he almost burst into happy tears as he excitedly waits for you to take your seat. you have to help a family member on something important? he's trying to persuade you in letting him come, telling you that it's a good time for them to finally meet your boyfriend. you have to go to your classes? constantly tries sneaking in, despite you and your professor's warning on how he will get in trouble.

he can't go anywhere without you. turns into a really temperamental mess (to others) that will not hesitate in throwing a tantrum in hopes of that getting you to return back to his side.

-

"why don't you want me to come?" he whines, his voice on the other end of the phone call sounding exactly like heartbreak, "baby, i can go there quick-"

"i've already said no, elliot," you sigh, rubbing your forehead as you unlock your car, "you have classes, i know you do. you showed me your schedule last week, don't skip those classes,"

he whines again, sounding like a puppy that just got kicked. his needy sounds only grow louder at your silence, "but, why? i wanna go with you!"

"you can't, you can't miss your classes this semester. you got in a lot of trouble last time-"

"it doesn't matter! my professors don't care for attendence!"

"are you lying to me?"

there is a pause and that is enough to answer your question.

"i'm sorry, eli, but no," you're about to hang up, but falter as you feel bad for being so hard on him. but seriously! someone had to, or else he'd only get worse. your boyfriend practically wanted to live in your skin with you and it was beginning to be really concerning.

"i just want to spend time with my boyfriend, why won't you let me?" he pleads and you hear a locking of a door and can only assume he went to the bathroom for privacy in his upcoming breakdown, "do you not want to see me? are you hiding something?"

"i'm not and that's the truth, i just really need to go and buy groceries." you say calmly, already familiar with this routine.

"then why?! why can't i come? why? why don't you want to see me?" he questions, voice getting weaker and weaker. you can't see it, but he begins sliding down the door of the bathroom, stressfully running a hand through his hair. he begins hyperventilating. "why don't you want me with you?"

"we can see each other after my errands and after your classes," you explain, trying to tough it out even though your empathy is telling you to pity the man.

"[name], i really need to see you, please, please just let me come," he breathes out, words becoming a stuttering mess that is hard to understand through the phone, "please, let me see you, beautiful boy, please, please, please,"

he begins repeating the word "please" over and over again and at that point you begin wondering if it's even worth it to keep arguing with him over this. he's only going to get more adament in coming along. you curse yourself for even texting him that you were busy a couple of minutes ago because that is what made this reaction occur.

"please, i'll be quiet and good, you won't even know i'm there. i won't get in the way, i just want to be with you!"

[blushblushbear]

I drunk wayy too much last night and sent a barrage of drunken texts and voice messages to some of my best friends. I'm beyond embarrassed, they're so embarrassing oml. To heal from this pain I'll never recover from, how bout a few of the boys reacting to all that

I think in generally the boys just kind of find it funny, but for details

Nimh: okay, Nimh's actually a little worried, comes over the next day, if not that night, and brings a hang over kit with him

Volks: thinks they're kinda funny but is also a little worried. Checks on you first thing. Ends up leaving then coming back with a bunch of stuff for your hang over and a change of clothes so he can stay the night

Kelby: thinks it's funny until you text him the next day feeling so sick, then he's over there with so much water and gatorade

Eli: He's in the messages with you don't even pretend. He's right in all those selfies, in every embarrassing voicemail, and when you wake up hung over he's right there next to you ordering mcdonalds breakfast cause y'all need some grease, carbs and coffee

Anon: sticks on the phone with you but uses his hacking skills to watch and make sure you get home safe. Also calls you the next day and teases you about last night. You're about to hang up on him when he tells you to open your door, and you open it to find he's sent a bunch of stuff to help you feel better

Garret: very confused, very concerned, you wake up in his arms and he spends the rest of the day taking care of you

Dmitri: weirdly thinks they're charming, also comes over to help you take care of your hang over

Ichiban: thinks about posting it online, thinks better of it, still saves it for giggles, checks in on you all the next day

William: ends up coming out and finding you, takes you home, gives you water and some food and helps put you to bed

Myx: very amused, calls to check on you the next morning

Stirling: ABSOLUTELY entertained. Finds it HILARIOUS. Calls you the next morning and asks how that darling head of yours is feeling in the most teasing way

Scale: gets your messages, gets concerned, ends up stalking you the whole night to make sure you get home safe

Sven: Sends back things that are just as embarrassing even though his ass is sober lol

Cole: finds it funny blackmail. Still gets concerned, ends up stalking you, 'bumps into you', escorts you home and reveals in getting to take care of you, very doting, very sweet, probably takes more pictures for his own collection when you're out cold

Poe: laughs a bit at your message, calls the next day to check up on you, doesn't bring up or mention the messages, if you bring them up he slyly says 'oh I didn't read them all the way through, was there something in them??' like a liar

Cashew: feels for your embarrassing solidarity cause he has DEF done the same. comes and checks up on you the next day, does not bring up the messages at all

Seth: Thinks it's the funniest shit he's ever see, comes and checks on you at the crack of dawn the next morning, teasing you about everything you said, all the while taking care of you

Logan: He's not immediately worried but he does know being too drunk is how the worst stories of nights out begins, so he keeps in touch until you get home, comes over the next morning to make sure you're good

Reece: Is so confused. Is this normal for earthlings?? it's kinda funny. is probably going to come over and ask a bunch of follow up questions

Aki: Wants to be respectful but lord he thinks the videos you sent were so funny. That being said he does come check on you and help you nurse that hangover. He promises he'll only chuckle a little.

Haru: A mix of thinking it's funny but also making sure you're texting back and forth until he finds you. Joins in the party for a bit then takes you home and gives you the best hangover nursing EVER (he knows what it's like)

Fuyu: Is also confused. Doesn't know how to respond like--- ACTUALLY, how do I reply to texts??? ends up calling you a dozen times before just coming over and making sure you're okay

Ace: a little amused, a little worried, constantly texting you throughout the night till you get home, comes over to take care of you the next day

[ariesqueencobra]

what we used to be | V

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your dad disapproves of Eli and Cobra Kai. You're also waiting on Eli to ask you out. Oh, you also get punched in the face.

Warnings: violence, blood, mentions of tattoos

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I think this chapter is cute! Make sure that if you want to see more of this story to comment and reblog! Comments let me know what you like about the story and reblogs help others see the story! Thanks!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

“Junbi!” Sensei shouted. 

You followed his directions, getting into the correct stance.

“Good, bow,” he slapped his hands against his outer thighs, watching as the class listened. “Fighting positions,” he held his fists up.

You watched him and yourself in the mirror when he instructed you to go through the motions. You felt proud as you were getting the hang of it, the gi you wore allowed you to blend in with the rest of the crowd, and for once, you didn’t feel out of place.

“Stabilize your base, Hawk,” Sensei kicked Eli’s foot out, making him grunt. “Keep your balance. Full rotation when you strike,” he demonstrated.

You watched before correcting your own mistake. But as Sensei continued to walk through the rows, you jumped when he neared you.

“Did you just flinch?” He asked you and you averted your gaze. He narrowed his gaze before checking out the rest of the class, and coming to a conclusion. “Holy shit, we got a room full of flinchers”. 

“Yes, Sensei!” 

You felt stupid for saying it, but your instinct told you that was the best response.

“That was not a question,” he shouted. “Raise your hand if you’ve never been punched in the face,” he asked and stared in amazement when everyone besides his first two students held their hand in the air. 

The nerves that appeared in your stomach told you what your sensei was thinking. Your stomach dropped when it was right.

“All your life you’ve been avoiding fights so you don’t break your nose or lose a tooth,” he paced back and forth before stopping in the middle of the mat. “There’s only one solution and that is before you leave this dojo, each and every one of you is gonna take a punch, very hard, to the face,” he directed.

You gulped.

“Miss Robinson, line them up, unflinch this group,” he ordered before walking back to his office.

She hesitated, glancing at Miguel for support until she cracked her knuckles, beginning with you. 

“Sorry, Y/N,” she sucked in a breath before reeling back her fist and knocking you square in the face.

The impact was hard. 

You actually stumbled a few steps back as you held your nose. You felt a dribble of wetness on your upper lip and when you reached to wipe, you saw blood. The sight made you freak out, but as you assessed the rest of yourself, you realized you were okay. 

You survived.

Still, the pain that radiated in your face was new and unwelcomed. 

“Nice job, babe,” Eli grinned, patting you on the back. “Total badass”.

You smiled in response as you walked off the mat, grabbing a tissue from your backpack to help with the bleeding. You spent the rest of the time, waiting for Eli’s turn. 

Every person faced Aisha’s punch, all of them groaning out in pain afterward. Some had already left class and finally, it was your boyfriend’s turn.

She punched him so hard he went flying. The gasp that escaped you was comical as you went over to his aid.

“He’s okay!” Aisha shouted.

“I’m fine,” he groaned, doubling over as he struggled to get up.

You grabbed him by the arm, hosting him up as you led him back to the front.

“That was intense,” Eli said, rubbing his shoulder where he landed on the mat.

“Tell me about it,” you giggled but immediately stopped when that caused pain to erupt. “Wanna head back to my house?” You touched your nose, seeing that the blood was stopping.

“Sure, maybe we could spar a little, some one on one,” he smirked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

You felt your face heat up as you began to walk towards your bikes. “That’d be fun,” you grinned.

Once you were back at your house, you were glad to see that your parents weren’t home from work yet. You made your way to the fridge to grab a few drinks and snacks for you and Eli before you made your way to the back. 

“Sensei is training us hard, but I kinda like the challenge,” you smirked, handing Eli his drink.

“Same, I never felt more badass than I do now,” he raised a brow. “So you ready?” 

“Ready,” you raised your fists.

It was fun more than anything, to be honest. 

You kept your focus on your stance but it was enjoyable getting to mess around with your boyfriend on the grass. 

“You’re going too easy on me,” you giggled when you dodged a punch that was easy to block. 

“Well I don’t want to hurt you,” he smiled, ducking when you swung your arm. 

“Oh, c’mon, I took that punch without a sweat, you went flying,” you snorted. 

“The details don’t need to be recounted,” he dismissed, making you laugh again. 

Without another thought, you tackled Eli, making him fall onto his back on the grass. The look on his face was priceless before you swung your leg over him so you hovered above him. “I win,” you smirked, reaching down to peck his lips.

“What the hell is going on here?” Your father's voice boomed in the backyard. 

Your eyes widened and you were quick to get off of Eli. 

“Hi, Dad,” you ran your hand over your hair, gulping down the awkwardness.

“Hi, sir, we were just practicing karate,” Eli jumped up, standing beside you. 

“Karate?” He looked puzzled. “Since when did you join karate?” He glanced at you.

“A week ago,” you answered. “Mom said it was okay,” you added. 

“Wait here, I’m not done with whatever is going on between you two,” he jutted a finger at the space between you and Eli. 

“Hang on,” you touched Eli’s arm before heading inside.

You entered the kitchen, hearing your parents' voices as they spoke to each other.

“She wanted to join karate, you know it’s hard for her at school with the bullies,” your mom reasoned, prepping the vegetables in the sink.

“You know how I feel about karate,” your dad said, his hands placed on his hips.

Your mom rolled her eyes. “Our daughter’s never been more confident,” she retorted. “You know she’s on a good path,” her gaze softened. 

You took a step forward, still not being known by your parents. The creak of the floorboard turned their attention to you.

“It’s true,” you began. “I really like karate,” your voice lightened.

“What’s the dojo?” Your dad asked.

“Cobra Kai,” you stated.

The way his disapproving face changed to one of fear piqued your interest, but his next words made you forget about that thought. “Absolutely not,” he shook his head. “You’re quitting,” he ordered.

Your mouth fell open and you glanced at your mom who had a “you're serious?” look. “Why not?” You whined.

He stepped away, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You didn’t know what it was like growing up with Cobra Kai in the Valley, their students were a menace, it was a good thing they got banned in ‘85,” he explained. “You don’t know Cobra Kai like I do,” he huffed out.

You knew there was more to the story, but you couldn’t pinpoint it at the moment. Knowing you wanted to keep your position at Cobra Kai more than anything, you kept your mouth shut with the questions.

“It’s different now,” you reasoned. “Sensei Lawrence is turning us into badasses, not losers,” you frowned. “I mean look at Eli” you pointed out into the backyard where he was practicing some positions.

Your parents followed your gaze and your mother made a sound of approval but your dad was quick to dismiss it.

“He looks like he’s on his way to becoming an ass,” he turned back to look at you. “And now what? You’re dating him?” He scoffed, his features telling you dating the boy you had a crush on for the last decade was the most offensive thing you could ever do.

“He’s not an ass,” you rolled your eyes. “And, as a matter of fact, I am,” you crossed your arms over your chest, finding the confidence to hold your stance.

“I don’t approve, of him or the karate,” he waved his hands out in front of him. “I want you to end things with him,” he pointed at your boyfriend.

“Dad?! No!” You scoffed. “I’m not ending things with Eli and I’m not leaving Cobra Kai,” you defended. 

“Then you’re grounded,” he stated, point blankly. 

“Mom!” You turned to her.

She sucked in a breath, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Eli’s a good kid, we both know that,” she began. “As for Cobra Kai, maybe this is a lesson she needs to figure out on her own,” she shrugged. “But no matter what, we’re gonna be there for her, right?” She pressed a smile, lightening her tone in hopes that it got him to change his mind.

After a beat of silence, he inhaled deeply. “Fine, you can keep dating the kid. But there won’t be any more unsupervised visits and your door has to be open at all times,” he raised a finger, tone firm. “As for Cobra Kai, I want to tell you right now, I don’t trust that it’s changed one bit so be careful, okay?” He warned. 

You gulped. Part of you wanted to take his warning seriously, but the other part of you was relieved that he agreed. With a smile on your face, you ran up to your parents, engulfing them in a hug.

“Thanks, guys,” you breathed out, pressing a kiss to both their cheeks.

You pulled away, running out to the backyard to meet Eli. 

“They approve,” you beamed. “Of you and Cobra Kai!” You admitted.

He faltered. “Wait, me? They didn’t approve of me?” 

“My mom has always, but you know how my dad is,” you shrugged, grabbing his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “But it’s all okay now,” you reached over to kiss him on the cheek. 

“Awesome,” he grinned.

~

You were stretching between Aisha and Hawk when Miguel began talking about his “not-a-date” with Samantha LaRusso.

It was cute seeing him get all excited for it but your heart sank when you realized he was going on a date before you and he wasn’t even dating anyone!

The thought made you sigh out loud but it went ignored as Miguel droned on.

“I need somewhere romantic but not too romantic,” he contemplated.

You snickered when Aisha rolled her eyes. About to open your mouth to speak, Eli beat you to it. 

He jumped up on his feet, undoing his belt before shrugging the material off. “You could take her to get tattoos. I know a guy, who just hooked me up with this bad boy,” he said as he turned around.

Your eyes went wide. 

Oh shit.

“That is badass,” Aisha said.

You were silent, in complete shock. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend got a tattoo without telling you.

“Fourteen hours in the chair,” he stated.

You shook your head in disbelief but a crease formed between your brows when you recalled the day he was MIA. “Is that why you canceled on me?” You asked, feeling kind of offended.

“Sorry about that babe, I wanted to surprise you,” he quickly apologized as he tied the belt again, sitting down and kissing you quickly. “Also don’t tell my parents,” he added. 

You snorted at that.

“Any other suggestions?” Miguel pivoted the conversation back to its main focus. 

“Maybe do something she likes,” you suggested. “Or dinner and a movie, maybe a picnic on the beach, those would be my ideal first date,” you emphasized, sending a look towards Eli. 

“Kinda corny,” Miguel disagreed. 

“I’m out of options then,” you sighed, focusing back on your stretching as your mind thought to the possibility of going on your first date with Eli.

It made sense to go on a date at this point in the relationship. You had been dating for longer than a week, you kissed several times. What’s the hold-up? 

That question plagued you for the rest of class so much you didn’t realize you were walking out of the dojo.

“Good luck on your not-a-date,” Aisha wished Miguel. “See ya later, guys,” she bid you and Eli. 

“You’ve been quiet since Miguel brought up his girl problems, did he get you too depressed?” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around you.

“No,” you shook your head. “Just the date talk got me thinking,” you shrugged, glancing down.

“About what?” He asked, pulling his bike off the rack. 

“Nothing,” you opted to answer.

Riding your bike home alongside him was the highlight of your afternoon, but today you were quiet. It felt like the Halloween dance all over again but you didn’t want a repeat of that. Still, you weren’t sure how to bring it up without sounding desperate. 

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Eli,” you reached over to kiss him goodbye. 

He nodded, waiting by the curb until you entered your house. “Y/N!” He shouted.

You paused fishing out your keys from your bag. “Yeah?” 

“I want to take you out, officially,” he smirked.

“Really?” You didn’t even try to hide your excitement, dropping your things and running towards him. “Where?” 

“It’s a surprise,” he shrugged. “But tomorrow, seven alright? I’ll pick you up,” he said. 

“Okay,” you agreed, beaming with happiness as you grabbed his face to kiss him before you went back to your dropped things. You waved at him before shutting the door behind you.

You were going on your first date!

~

[curlyboys]

yay writing game! 2 + i + 𓆟 for bucktommy? 🫶🫶

“what they said back there. is it true?” + confusion + the war room of a military blacksite

"Tommy, h-hey—" He's putting distance between himself and the base. Buck's long stride has him catching up in no time but Tommy doesn't stop, won't even look at him, just keeps going like he can outpace his past if he walks fast enough. Buck doesn't think that's possible, and he'd know. "Tommy!"

As Tommy pulls up at the foot of an outcrop, Buck hangs back a step.

"What they said back there.." He almost doesn't want to ask. It doesn't make sense. But he needs to know, needs to hear it from Tommy. "Is it true?"

Even by the light of a crescent moon shrouded in cloud, he can see the small shake of Tommy's head. "That's not who I am." He says it to the night vista stretching out before them and to himself more than to Buck.

Buck hears what he's not saying, and it's a gut punch. "Tommy.."

Tommy's shoulders hunch. Buck can hear him trying to calm his harsh breaths in the still night air. "It wasn't my call," he says firmly, but his voice is smaller, retreating into the memory. Buck cautiously steps forward, keeping space between them but needing to see Tommy's face. Tommy stares resolutely ahead. "It was Gerrard's op. We were given direct orders, and we disobeyed. Sal, Eli and me— we tried to stop it." His breath stutters. The clouds part enough to illuminate the telling wetness of Tommy's eyes. "But we were too late. Waited too long." He swallows back the rest. Tears glisten down his cheeks.

Buck's heart clenches painfully. The unease in the pit of his stomach that had opened like a gaping maw back in the compound doesn't disappear entirely, but it shrinks so it doesn't feel like it's about to swallow him whole from the inside. He may not know everything but he knows enough, and the urge to comfort Tommy overcomes everything else.

He moves in near enough to take Tommy's fist between his hands, gently prying his fingers open so he can slot his own between them. Tommy doesn't resist, allowing Buck's touch, his proximity.

Finally, he looks at Buck: quiet devastation, guilt, and remorse written all over his face. It's a familiar sight Buck's seen in the mirror.

He squeezes Tommy's hand. Tommy's breath hitches as he squeezes back on a shaky exhale. Buck eliminates more space between them, tipping forward so their foreheads touch. They stand like that, together under a sky of veiled starlight in the middle of nowhere, breathing each other in.

As the minutes float by like the clouds above them, Tommy leans a little of his weight on Buck; physically, emotionally. Buck gladly takes it, and reaches up to grasp Tommy's neck, holding him close, and presses lingering soft kisses to the salty tear tracks on his cheeks.

Buck's got him. And he knows tommy: whatever crap Gerrard's cronies try to dredge up from the past or throw at them in the present, it won't be enough to stop them from trying. They're in this together, and they can't be beaten so easily.

doing this thing

[annabelle-creart]

people, what about a Night at the museum Au but it's Arcadia oaks and changelings and trolls are not real but productions of a magical nordic trap that makes all things there at nights come to life?

oh, and the Janus Order are mere humans who seek that ancient magic, no changelings but greedy people, Strickler and Nomura knows the secret

but trolls from the museum are not real but very much alive and Jim, Toby, Eli and Steve shouldn't have sneaked inside the museum to get their exams back (they will fail Strickler's test but that's not important now)

And Claire is just curious, she's there because she lives for gossip and yes she would make lots of questions to Romeo, Juliet, Hamlet, King Arthur, Merlin and Morgana at the medieval and renaissance section (the painting and bust statues versions there)

And Toby and Jim pass much of their time with the trolls and also keeping things in order because wax trolls of the Ancient mythological Europe section fight all the time with the statues of the old mythological nordic section (that are literally one aside another only separated by a expanded polystyrene replica of a bridge)

and Steve and Eli just hang out with the huns, thanks to them nobody ever leaves their own sections, huns always make disaster when they leave their areas

and Eternal night is a myth but Gunmar doesn't think so and everyone escaped the museum and now all Arcadia is rampage because of fucking wax statues of trolls and Jim now has to deal with that shit because... nothing, he chose to be there and can't let everything go to hell (trollhunter? why? they already have Kanjigar but he also ran away to end the battle with Gunmar and fuck, please, get away from the flames, you will melt and sun will make everyone ash, the fuck is wrong with you-? ARRRGH!!! DON'T EAT THE STREET LAMP!)

yessssssssssssssssss

[rehabresorts]

Is Sir Pentious also in this au? Do you have any plans on him?

Yes, we do have plans for him once he gets designed! We'll have to wait and see!

Cane has made it clear he would draw any and all characters within the time, his next one would be Velvette, however. Sir Pentious WOULD be more different, I was thinking akin to that of someone who actually didn't deserve to be in Hell.

I might look into anything related to England, I do not feel comfortable with using anything from the real world despite knowing tasteful things with it.

Although Onion did make this:

Pentleton, Edward “Ed/Eddie” (born as Pentleton, Elizabeth “Eli”) | Sir Pentious / Saint Repentious Eddie was born on March 4th 1807, London, England. To a high class family, growing up Pentleton always had a love for designing things such as varous inventions. Growing up Ed had always felt uncomfortable with his identity as he always felt comfortable as a male rather than a female, but never spoke out due to not knowing what his feelings were, he identified as Pentleton and not by his new perferred name in order to not attract any attention to himself. Pentleton suffered from an undiagnosed disability (It was later revealed it was a variant of Anxeity, Autism, ADHD and Biploar Scizoeffective.) spending most of his time in the safety of his family home he inherited he was a recluse preferring to actually make things that better suited his desires then basic human interaction. Pentleton was always unlucky. Despite being well off growing up, bad luck seemed to follow him everywhere, and as he grew into adulthood and the desire for basic human interaction dwindled. Pentleton always found comfort in doing hos own thing, and going to the library. One particular afternoon, (Circa. 1828, April 12th) Pentleton was apprehended on suspicion of murdering two young women in downtown London, despite the fact he was obviously not the killer and he was simply at the wrong place, at the wrong time. The police arrested him anyways, and with severe questioning, Pentleton folded, confessing to a crime he never committed out of duress. Because he “confessed” the police took that as guilt and sentenced him to public excution by hanging. While he was being held, Pentleton’s home was immediately searched and they found a prototype of a children’s toy called “Egg Boiz” the basis was they were essetionally a toy manufactured for the poor children of London to play with, for free. Most of Eddie’s blueprints were seized and are now being displayed in the “British Museum” to this day. Before Pentleton’s excution, there was rumors surfing around of his innocence as more murders were found when Pentleton was being held in the Stocks before he was sent to the hanging tree. No one really thought the killer was innocent mainly because of his “confession”. On exactly April, 22, 1828. 20 days after Pentleton’s conviction, Pentleton was executed in front of a bunch of high classes. His last words were allegedly: “I have a lot to say, but one of them is that humanity is willing to vindicate someone they viewed as dangerous, when the dangerous person is them all along. Part of being human is realizing everyone makes mistakes, well. You all made a huge one, by killing one snake, you freed another. And that’s a price that those poor girls will never understand. But hey, life goes on, I hope and pray that in the final events of my death that none of you make the same mistakes killing an innocent man.” After the hanging, Pentleton’s body was immediately burnt and the house he lived in is now a museum tour of some sorts, long after Pentleton’s death the killer struck again killing men and women over the course of the years. And ended up being found in the end. When Pentleton arrived to Heaven, Saint Peter didn’t gain him entry on the grounds of “Admitting to a murder” Pentleton’s unfair judgement made him damned for eternity not truly belonging in Hell.

This is the one thing we kept from before, we might keep his OG design we recreated. But for now, any confirmed or non confirmed peeps are in the series, and have yet to be redesigned.

[trueaffections]

★ word on the street with ELI LANCASTER ★

first up, roll call: your position at eden and how long have you done it? hi, my name is eli and i’m a server. i’m coming up on one year – do we throw a party for that, or is that redundant, since we’re already throwing parties every night? 

what’s your drink of choice to make for yourself or others? oh, i suck, i’m usually just a white claw girlie. so basic. i like a margarita sometimes, if we’re doing cocktails, but that’s a lot of ingredients to wrangle when a seltzer gets the job done, you know?

we’re passing you the aux. what’s your number one club classic? coming of age by maisie peters. i’m pushing that one hard right now, for sure. i like shawn mendes a lot too. i made my sisters go see him with me a few years ago.

what’s your most iconic night out memory? we used to throw bonfires all the time, cause i grew up at the beach, and there was one year a bunch of tourists had complained about us, so they had some kind of neighborhood watch that was really cracking down on us. the closest i ever got to getting caught, i had to literally go underwater in a cave to hide. just kind of hanging out down there in my jean shorts, holding my breath, praying there aren’t any guests in there with me. isn’t that so stupid? all that trouble, over a little dry humping. crazy. and i probably still went and did it again!

what’s your craziest rideshare story? one time i was out at some bar i definitely shouldn’t have been in with my boyfriend, and we called an uber, because he was at least responsible about aiding and abetting underage drinking. and i would get nervous and shove in behind the driver so i wouldn’t have to talk to him and blow our cover. i’m keeping it lowkey, i’m not making eye contact, we drive in silence for a few minutes, and then the driver out of nowhere is like “hey, eli lancaster, how are you doing back there?” which is the most terrifying fucking thing a stranger can say to you when you’re already paranoid in the backseat of his car. until i realized it wasn’t a stranger, it was my cousin. i mean, statistically, i have a big enough family in a small enough corner of north carolina that it shouldn’t have been that surprising, but he scared the shit out of me – and my boyfriend, who i honestly think deserved it a little for not recognizing his profile picture.

what’s your typical fast food order after the clubs close? i just want mozzarella sticks. i get drunk and my body craves fried cheese. i’ve almost burned the house down more than once trying to bake them while under the influence, so i’ve had those privileges taken away, but i that’s why i have so many beautiful roommates. to help me make mozzarella sticks. 

you ready to kick this interview up a notch? do i even have a choice?

truth or dare? i’ll do a truth.

what does the last text that you sent say? my last text… was to phoebe, and it’s me asking her what color uniform we were supposed to wear tonight. and since we live together, and work together, and have all the same friends, if you scroll through our text log, it’s literally just me asking her over and over what color uniform we’re supposed to have on. i messed it up once our first month here, and i learned my lesson. never as an adult have i felt more like i was pulled into the principal’s office…

[mjonthetrack]

*disc: this fic contains graphic material such as rape,assault,homicide,explicit language,etc. It is a work of fiction based on the show Criminal Minds, It will be an alternate universe meaning it will NOT follow the time sequence or character plots exact to the show. I do not own these characters aside from my own oc and do not own the images used.

Chapter 41 The Burn Begins

They landed just after dusk. Black SUVs fanned out across a remote gravel road in Alabama. One of the satellite compounds sat tucked behind a dense tree line—abandoned on paper, humming with silent threat in real life.

Hotch issued orders with sharp efficiency, pairing off agents, detailing the entry points. Tactical gear was donned. Guns were checked. The air was tight with adrenaline.

Reid stood on the outskirts of the circle, his eyes locked on the compound as if staring could tear it apart. His vest hung a little loose—he hadn’t bothered adjusting it properly. His lips were tight, jaw clenched, and his hand gripped the edge of the SUV door like he needed something solid to keep himself from unraveling.

Morgan caught it. Had been catching it for days.

“Yo,” he said, approaching and nudging Reid’s arm with his elbow. “You ready?”

Reid didn’t answer immediately.

“She said she didn’t ask me to stay,” Reid murmured, voice low.

Morgan nodded slowly. “Yeah. But you stayed anyway.”

“She didn’t stop me,” he added like it mattered. “But she didn’t… ask me to come back either.”

Morgan let out a soft exhale and looked him dead in the eye. “She’s been to hell, Reid. And she came back dragging her own damn chains behind her. You think she’s gonna know what to do with someone like you? Someone who waited for her?”

Reid’s throat moved as he swallowed the weight in his chest.

“She doesn’t have to know what to do with me,” he said quietly. “I just want her to stop hurting.”

Morgan studied him. “Yeah, well… so do we all. But wanting ain’t gonna change the war she’s in. You gotta hang on, Doc. We need you sharp in there. No hero moves. We clear?”

Reid nodded once. “Yeah. We’re clear.”

Hotch’s voice cut through the air. “Move out.”

—————

Inside the Compound

Smoke. Gunshots. Screams.

The takedown was fast and brutal. JJ and Rossi took point at the side entrance, flushing out two armed men who were shocked to find the BAU coming in through the dark. Morgan tackled a third near the generator, his fists finishing what the butt of his gun had started.

Reid and a tactical agent covered the eastern wing, clearing narrow halls reeking of damp cement and gasoline. Rooms lined with reinforced doors, some locked—others open with evidence of victims already moved.

Reid burst into a smaller room—maps, chains, and a woman’s torn jacket on the floor. Not Hunter’s. Still—

“Clear!” he called, but his voice shook.

Hotch’s voice crackled in the comm. “Containment complete. Begin sweep.”

Reid stood still for a beat longer than necessary. His hands were trembling.

————

Back at BAU HQ — Hours Later

Everyone looked like they’d aged ten years. Hotch was silently reviewing footage. JJ paced, still in partial gear. Garcia was furiously typing, trying to cross-check the names they pulled.

Rossi poured himself a bourbon and slid one over to Morgan.

“Evidence is still not at any of these sites,” JJ said, exasperated. “We’re chasing shadows.”

“No,” Morgan said. “We’re flushing them out. Eli’s starting to squirm. He’s showing his hand.”

Across the room, Reid sat hunched at his desk, staring at the one photo Garcia had enhanced from the compound—an old blurred image of chains on a rusted floor from her time captured. His fingers hovered over it but didn’t touch.

Hotch approached silently and set a file down in front of him. “Go home. You need to sleep.”

Reid didn’t even blink.

“I said—”

“I’ll go when she’s home,” Reid interrupted, voice low. “Not before.”

No one had an argument for that.

—————-

Chapter 42

The door slammed heavier than intended. Reid didn’t care. Hotch’s order to “go home” wasn’t a suggestion, it was a dismissal—and Reid felt the weight of it sitting on his chest like an elephant. Home felt foreign. Empty. Too still.

He hadn’t seen Hunter since he’d left her at the safe house. The memory of her standing in the doorway, saying nothing as he walked out, haunted him like the echo of a scream in an empty room.

The knock on his door wasn’t light—it was the kind you feel in your spine.

“Open up, kid,” came Morgan’s voice from the other side.

Reid sighed, running a hand over his face before opening the door.

Morgan stepped inside, eyes immediately scanning the place. “Damn. You look worse than the coffee you make.”

“I’m fine,” Reid muttered.

“No, you’re not,” Morgan said, cutting through the bullshit. “You haven’t been fine since she went radio silent.”

Reid’s jaw clenched. “She didn’t go silent. I left. Hotch wanted me on the mission.”

“You didn’t want to leave,” Morgan said gently. “But you did. And now you’re unraveling.”

Reid didn’t answer.

Morgan leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You know she’s not just some case file, right? You didn’t look at her the way you look at puzzle pieces. You looked at her like she was the one thing that made sense in this messed-up world.”

“She was scared, Derek,” Reid finally said, voice breaking at the edges. “And I still left.”

“You followed orders.”

“I should’ve stayed,” he whispered. “She was shutting down and I let it happen. Now I don’t know if she’s safe or if she’s falling apart alone.”

Morgan’s voice softened. “Then make it right. We’re closing in on Eli’s operation. When we end it, when she’s free of his grip—don’t hold back. Tell her. Be there.”

Reid stared down at his hands, clenched into fists. “What if she doesn’t want me anymore?”

“She never stopped wanting you, kid,” Morgan said. “She just stopped believing she deserved you.”

Reid didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes shifted. Purpose. Determination. Pain repurposed into resolve.

Morgan clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Suit up, genius. We’re gonna finish this.”

——-

Chapter 43 — Checkmate

Quantico – BAU Headquarters

The bullpen buzzed with restless energy, a new urgency humming under everyone’s skin. Reid stood over the evidence board, tapping his fingers restlessly against the edge of the table. Eyes sharper. Movements tighter. The remnants of heartbreak sat heavy in his chest, but there was clarity in it now. Morgan stood next to him, jaw locked as he stared down case files and surveillance photos.

Garcia chimes from her monitor,“I’ve cracked into the encrypted comms. Our boy Eli had a whole other tier we didn’t even know existed. Like, I’m talking sick little breadcrumbs left like he wanted to be found—but only when he decided.”

JJ adds across the room “He’s planning something. This isn’t just ego. It’s control. He’s trying to reclaim her.”

Morgan growled under his breath,”He’s going to try and take her again.”

Reid froze mid-step, mind racing through everything. The coded language in the notes. The patterns in his surveillance network.

Reid interjects cold, to the group,”No. He’s not going to try. He is going to. Tonight.”

Hotch says,”How do you know that?”

Reid meets his eyes without blinking, “Because this entire operation has been psychological warfare. This is his endgame move. Hunter’s the one variable he’s never had full control over… and he knows we’re closing in.”

Rossi stepping forward,“Then we hit him before he moves. Gear up. Everyone.”

———

Hunter – Safe House (Later That Night)

Hunter stood in the kitchen, back to the counter, hand curled around her weapon. The unease in her bones wouldn’t settle. The lights flickered once. Then again.

The hairs on her neck stood up.

Something was coming. Her instincts had never been wrong.

She turned, loaded, ready.

———

Cut to – SUV, En Route

Morgan’s posture was tight with urgency, “She’ll never forgive herself if something happens to us. She’ll try to handle it alone.”

Reid sat clenching his jaw,“Then we don’t let her.”

—-

Safe House – Seconds Later

The moment the first shadow moved outside the window, Hunter was already firing. Two shots, one down. But there were more—masked, moving like shadows, trying to subdue, not kill.

She took a hit to the shoulder but stayed standing, teeth bared like a soldier back in enemy territory.

Right as she was cornered—

CRASH.

The BAU SWATs in. Morgan hits the floor running, gun drawn. Reid is right behind, fury carved into every tense line of his body.

Morgan was firing as he moves,“Hunter!”

She collapses just as Reid gets to her. He drops beside her, arms catching her as she slumps.

Reids voice cracking, barely breathing,“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

Her eyes flutter open just enough.

Hunter looked weakly, smirking,“Took you long enough, Wonder Boy.”

——

Cut to – Interrogation Room, Quantico

Eli sat across from the team—handcuffed, bloodied but smiling. He looked at each of them, unbothered.

Eli was chuckling,“Must’ve been quite the show, huh? She fought like hell, didn’t she?”

Hotch even, deadly calm,“Your network is gone. Your men are dead or arrested. You lost.”

Eli replied “Lost?” then he leans forward “She’ll never be the same. I own pieces of her none of you even know exist.”

Morgan stepped around the table. One punch—fast, hard, no warning. Eli’s head snapped sideways.

Morgan was snarling,“You don’t own anything. You’re just a coward who hides behind bruises and threats.”

Eli had bloody smile,“She still wears my ring.”

Then came Reid.

He stepped forward slowly, calmly, a blade behind those brown eyes.

Reid spoke quietly,“I’ve studied psychopaths. I’ve profiled terrorists, serial killers, and sadists. You’re not unique, Elijah. You’re not even impressive. You’re a formula.”

He leaned in, close enough Eli could feel his breath. Then added“You wanted to break her? She survived. You lost.”

He turned without waiting for a reply.

Eli speaks up“She still loves me, doc. I wonder if she screamed your name or mine when she—”

Rossi stepped in next,one hard elbow to the table. The metal groaned.

Rossi sneered with“You ever speak her name again, I’ll make sure you forget your own.”

——

End of Chapter —

Back in the hallway, the team stood in the darkened corridor, looking in at the man who once held them all hostage without ever firing a shot. Now? He was caged.

But they weren’t celebrating.

Reid speaks quietly, to Morgan,“He almost had her. Almost had us.”

Morgan responds,“But he didn’t. We’re not done, pretty boy. But this… this was the start.”

—————

Chapter 44 The Quiet After

Hunter didn’t say anything when the nurse told her she was being discharged.

There was a calm in the air that felt like a lie. The kind of silence that comes after a storm levels a town—not peace, just absence. She moved mechanically, slipping on a clean black hoodie, zipping it up halfway over her tank. The bruises along her ribs flared when she moved. The nurse offered a prescription and a smile. Hunter didn’t take either.

When she stepped outside, she didn’t head for the car Hotch had arranged. She didn’t ask where she was going. She just stood there, under the weight of a sky too bright for how numb she felt.

Reid found her like that.

He didn’t say her name. Just walked up slowly, careful not to startle her.

“You okay to ride with me?” he asked gently.

She blinked like she hadn’t registered he was real. Then a nod. “Yeah.”

The drive was quiet. Not awkward. Not even tense. Just quiet. As if both of them were afraid to speak the wrong word and break whatever thread was still holding things together.

When they pulled up to the house—a different safe house this time, one Garcia personally vetted—Hunter stayed in the passenger seat, hand on the door handle but not moving.

“I don’t know where to go,” she finally said.

Reid looked at her, really looked. The way her fingers trembled, the way her shoulders curled inward just slightly. He wanted to reach for her. Instead, he swallowed hard.

“You don’t have to decide tonight.”

Hunter gave a soft, joyless laugh. “That’s the problem. I’ve never decided anything for me. Not really.”

He didn’t answer. Just waited.

After a moment, she opened the door and stepped out. He followed.

Inside, the lights were already on. The place was warm, safe, but felt unfamiliar. She dropped her bag by the door and walked toward the window, arms folded tightly across her chest.

“You’ve barely said a word to me since…” She didn’t finish the sentence.

“I didn’t know what you needed,” Reid said carefully. “And I didn’t want to break anything you were trying to keep together.”

She turned then, finally facing him. “You didn’t break it, Spence. He did.”

Her voice cracked on the last word.

He took a slow step closer. “I know. But I still should’ve done something sooner.”

Her eyes locked on his, and the wall she had held up so tightly finally fractured.

“You were the only thing that didn’t feel like war,” she whispered. “Everything else in my life has been a fight. A battlefield. Even love—it was a weapon he used. But you…”

She trailed off, swallowing hard.

“I thought if I let myself want you, he’d find a way to take you from me too. That you’d become collateral. So I kept you away. Cold. Sharp. Like that would make you safe.”

Reid didn’t move closer. He just let it sit. Let the silence fill the space instead of rushing to fix it.

“I’m not safe,” he said softly. “But I’m here.”

She gave a breathless laugh that sounded like it hurt. “You always are.”

Reid looked at her like he had a thousand things to say. But the words didn’t come. Instead, he nodded, like he understood something unspoken.

Hunter moved toward him. Slow. Careful. Like if she stepped too fast the moment would vanish.

And when she reached him, she didn’t speak. She just wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her forehead to his chest. Her voice was barely a breath.

“Stay tonight?”

He wrapped his arms around her without hesitation. “Always.”

—————

Chapter 45 Aftershocks

The night settled around them like a blanket too heavy to shake off.

Hunter hadn’t said much since the moment she asked him to stay. Reid didn’t push. He sat on the couch, his legs stretched out, a book open in his hands he hadn’t read a single word of. The light in the corner of the room buzzed quietly, casting soft yellow against the far wall.

He glanced toward the hallway again. Her bedroom door was still cracked.

He was cursing himself quietly in his head.

Say something. Tell her. Now. You idiot.

But nothing came.

He didn’t want to say the wrong thing and shatter the fragile peace between them. He hadn’t forgotten what she'd said earlier—how he was the only thing that didn’t feel like war. The weight of that felt biblical. He didn’t want to misstep and send her back behind that wall she kept so well-constructed.

So he sat. Waiting. Reeling.

Then he heard it.

A soft clink of metal. A ring against wood or glass.

He turned his head instinctively, eyes narrowing slightly.

She stepped into the hallway not even a minute later.

And everything inside him stalled.

She was barefoot. Her curls were down, a little messy from the towel-dried wave of her shower. She wore an oversized sleep shirt, one that hit just at the tops of her thighs, catching every curve in the low light. But it wasn’t the shirt that knocked the wind out of him—it was the way she looked at him.

Deliberate. Still a little uncertain. But more than anything else… in control.

She walked toward him slowly, and he stood without thinking, book forgotten, pulse thudding.

Her eyes flicked to his—sharp, intentional. The kind of look that said I’m choosing this.

And then, without warning, she grabbed his face and kissed him.

He gasped softly against her mouth from the sheer force of it—not rough, not messy, just sure. Her fingers curled in his hair, pulling him into her like she’d been waiting years to let herself go.

He didn’t resist. How could he?

But his brain? Spinning.

She’s kissing me. Oh God, she’s kissing me. Is this happening? Does she really want this? She wants this.

He kissed her back like a man finally let out of a burning building.

Her lips were warm and demanding, and when she broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “I want you,” there was no hesitation left in him.

They stumbled back toward the bedroom, his hands finding her waist, hers tugging at the hem of his shirt, hungry to feel skin.

Her voice was breathy as she kissed under his jaw.

“I want this, Spencer. I want you.”

When they reached the bed, she laid back first, pulling him over her gently, her fingers mapping out the muscles beneath his shirt. She moved with the hunger of someone reclaiming something stolen.

His hands were reverent, sliding along her thighs, her hips, up under the shirt. He kissed her like he was memorizing her—slow, deep, trailing from her collarbone to the curve of her breast. Her breath hitched every time he lingered.

She arched when he finally touched her beneath the fabric, hips rocking, eyes dark with want.

“Spence,” she whispered, fingers curling against his back. “Please.”

He nearly lost it at the sound.

The moment he pushed into her—slow, deep, gentle—he stopped breathing. His hand was laced with hers above her head, the other steadying her hip. Her legs wrapped around him tight.

“You feel…” he choked on the words, chest tight. “God, you feel like everything.”

She pulled him down into another kiss, softer this time, lingering. Letting the silence stretch and settle.

They moved together like they were made for it—no frantic pace, just deep, slow strokes, building heat and reverence. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her lips tracing words against his shoulder.

Every moan, every gasp, every whisper from her unspooled something inside him.

And when she whispered his name as she came—his real name, not the playful nicknames, not the guarded words—he buried his face in her neck and let himself fall too.

Afterward, he stayed tucked against her, hand still wrapped with hers. Neither of them said anything for a long time.

And when she turned to him, eyelids heavy, her voice barely a breath…

“You were the only thing he never touched,” she said, “and now I finally understand why I never let myself have you.”

Reid just held her tighter.

“You’re not his anymore,” he murmured. “You never were.”

[fourraccoonsinacoat]

Sharing a sneak peak from my next fic because I love all these idiots, especially Jaheira. Sassy elder mentor is a character trope I'll never get tired of writing.

For context, this fic centers around the "very twee" comment from Astarion after Durge resists. We going there!

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“Come on,” a hand on her shoulder suddenly began directing her away from Astarion towards the exit of the chamber. “I plan to burn these clothes and soak myself in holy water until morning in order to get the smell of this cesspit off.”

Eli glanced back at Astarion but didn’t resist. Jaheira had decided it was time to go, and gods help the unfortunate soul who defied such a decision. She could hear Minsc some paces behind her and Jaheira, lauding Astarion’s skill in the previous battle and musing about whether they might be able to find a blacksmith who could craft a Boo-sized crossbow.

“I do wonder, though, if Boo’s tiny hands might make such a design too difficult to construct,” Minsc conjectured heartily.

There was some speculative squeaking before, “Right you are, Boo! Any blacksmith worth their hammer should welcome the challenge!”

Eli sighed as they walked, a little too miserable for someone who’d just sidestepped death.

“What? Did you want to spend more time in the gruesome murder temple?” Jaheira needled, eyeing Eli curiously. “Maybe find some nice intestines to hang on your wall?”

Eli ignored the teasing, nodding her head in the direction of Astarion. “Did he seemed concerned at all? You know, when Bhaal showed up and sucked my soul out through my nose?”

There was a hint of bitterness in Eli’s voice that Jaheira did not miss.

“That’s what you’re concerned about, right now?” The druid tried and failed to keep a snarky edge out of her voice.

“He said it was twee,” Eli whispered fiercely, annoyed.

Jaheira gave her a look that walked the line somewhere between pity and perplexed.

“I don’t even know what that means. And before you start spiraling into your anxious thoughts, remember this.” Jaheira fixed Eli with her best wise old elder look and said with an air of gravitas, “Men have the emotional intelligence of a gelatinous cube, which is unfortunate for those of us who are attracted to them. Give him some time for his brain to catch up to his heart.”

Eli felt the tightness in her chest slightly relax and she gave a small appreciative smile.

“Speaking from experience?” she asked.

Jaheira barked a laugh. “I can’t play the part of the mysterious and enlightened advisor if I give up all my secrets.”

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

do you know of any fics that exist in an au we’re the s4 breakup never happened? like blaine hanging out in the loft with rachel santana and kurt while he was still at mckinley in s4.

From a previous ask, where Blaine didn't cheat in season 4, we have these three below. However, most writers tend to follow canon that they broke up for some reason in season 4. ~Jen

The Secret About Blaine’s Cheating byMadPie

After reading everything I could possibly find, this is what I think actually think Blaine did that night with Eli, and this is how I believe how Kurt will find out.

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Loneliness Found Me by  CoffeeAddict80

Instead of cheating on Kurt, Blaine finds himself singing about his feelings to what he thinks is an empty auditorium.

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Exhibit McKinley by @tonks42

AU Season 4. Living so far apart from NYADA student Kurt, Blaine decides to send his boyfriend a series of letters and objects to chronicle his senior year.

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The Air in My Lungs By JButler

Kurt wasn't trying to be perfect, just honest.

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Check the Season 4 tag for fix it fics.

Scenes During the Break Upby misqueue

A collection of vignettes set in season 4 across the time in which Kurt and Blaine are broken up. Not in chronological order. For the Klaine Advent 2013 challenge. Stories are consistent with my The Architects of Life canon ‘verse.

Note: Many of the stories have the friends-with-benefits tag.

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There are lots of season 4 fics where Blaine hangs out with the newbies, Sam, Tina and Artie when they are split - Killerqueen80 on AOS writes some great stories.

Glee Gen Fictlet #2 Graduation Party By Killerqueen80

The remaining four seniors plan a graduation party, all of new ND and some of the graduates who have helped them at competitions and such are invited to attend. it ends up being biota 2.0. basically just shenanigans with former grads witnessing the drama free family dynamic the current seniors helped create.

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If you want Blaine hanging with Kurt, Rachel and Santana, here are some that are set in season 5.

Drunk on You by flaming_muse

It takes Kurt three times to fit his key in the lock of the apartment’s door, partly because Blaine is swaying heavily against his side, a warm, drunk weight keeping him off-balance, and partly because the alcohol in his own system is making the lock swim just enough in the plane of the door that he can’t quite catch it.

Bushwick futurefic, set within the next year or so, after Blaine’s graduation, no spoilers past 5x03

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Bushwick Game Night by flaming_muse

Pictionary in the Bushwick loft is serious business.

Bushwick futurefic, set sometime in fall 2013, spoilers assumed through but not past 5x07 (“Puppet Master”)

[disneyanddisneyships]

I need alistar like.. having the best life

Like make him happy

Have his family give him Christmas presents underneath the tree when he doesn’t expect them giving him any cause he’s never experienced a single act of kindness from his dad ever

Like

Please

Make him happy

Make the boy happy

As you wish.

I got so carried away this has more plot than I wanted it to.

Alistar sighed as he made his way through the village. It was snowing out, and he was freezing cold. But he HAD to pick up the Christmas gifts he had gotten for his friends.

They had done so much for him in the past 3 years and he was determined to start paying it forward.

Between getting therapy from Eve, sparring with Mia like old times, and even spending time with ELI of all people, he owed his new family a debt.

And the first part of it would be paid off with Christmas gifts.

Alistar had never gotten Christmas gifts as a kid after his mom had died. And even before that, his father would always throw them away the second they were left out on the floors of the castle.

His Christmases were often spent in the dungeons of his father's castle, feeding the mice that came and went to keep away from the cold... even though the cell was just as cold as the outside. Maybe even colder.

.......

"Larry? I'm here to pick up an order!" Alistar called as he wiped his shoes off outside before walking into the shop.

"Ahhh! Prince Alistar! A pleasure as always!" The older man exclaimed from his seat by the fire. "Come on in! I'll just go back and get your order!" He exclaimed as he stood up and walked further into his house.

Alistar smiled as he looked around. The house was cozy. And is he sniffed hard enough, he could smell fresh cookies in the oven.

"Cutting it a tad bit close, are we?" Larry asked as he came into view with a small red gift bag.

"I would've been here yesterday, but Rosa was having trouble moving her plants inside, Ella needed help with the horses, and Mia needed help with her weapons so they wouldn't get all rusty...." Alistar explained as he fished in his satchel for some money.

"You're certainly helping everyone out quite a bit!" Larry stated with a smile as he took the due amount from Alistar.

"It's the least I could do. They've already done so much for me... and after what I did to all of them... I really should pay their kindness forward," Alistar explained as he took the gift bag and placed it gently in his satchel so it would be safe from the snow.

"Ahhh working for those Christmas gifts! I see how it is!" Larry chuckled.

"Oh I doubt they'll get me anything!" Alistar laughed. "I don't really deserve Christmas and... it was never a big childhood thing for me growing up,"

"Oh well that's too bad! It's a great time of the year!" Larry replied.

"I'm glad you had that experience, sir! I'll make sure to come back sometime! Have a great christmas!" Alistar stated as he put hus cloaked hood on and walked back to the castle in the snow.

........

Alistar walked inside the castle, taking his cloak off and hanging it up to dry before walking into his room to get the rest of the gifts he had gotten for his friends.

The gifts consisted of personalized items for each friend and family member he had.

Ella's gift was a silver dove necklace. Loreley was a silver ring that changed color from red to blue based on her emotions. Mia's was a new dress that looked just like one of her mom's old ones that Alistar had seen her in. Alruna's was a triple ring set that if punched with them, would cause bodily harm. Eve was lifted a sketchbook. Eli was gifted a "free stab" coupon and a new hammer, due to how alistar noticed his old one was broken. And Rosa?

Well that's what Alistar went to pick up.... it was a lovely Rose styled hair pin, along with a glass rose pen and.... an engagement ring.

Alistar looked at the red velvette box the ring came in and gulped. He was beyond nervous... he was never very lucking love, everyone knew that.. but when he had met Rosalyn.... it was as if his whole world could be seen within her beautiful brown eyes.

Closing the box, Alistar picked up all of the gifts and rushed down to the library to put them all underneath the tree.

Just in time. Tomorrow was Christmas eve.

........

As alistar woke up in a cold swet the next morning from a nightmare, he took a breath to compose himself.

Today was the party for the whole kingdom and he had to be the best version of himself he could.

"Alistar?" Came a voice from the other side of his door.

He would recognize it anywhere.

"I'm coming Rosa! I'll be right out, love!" He called as he took off his sleepwear, catching sight of all his scars in his vanity mirror.

A permanent reminder of his trauma and the trauma he caused to others.

After getting dressed, Alistar opened the door to see his beautiful rose.

"Well good morning, gorgeous~" he flirted as he held out his arm for her.

She giggled, taking his arm as they walked into the kitchen. "Good morning!" She replied.

......

Breakfast was loud, and Alistar stayed silent almost the whole time, his left hand intertwined with Rosa's as his other hand held his fork.

"We have so much to do today! Have we gotten the flower shipments in for the decirations?" Mia asked as she took note of Ella's answers.

"Yes! We have! Rosa was also very kind in providing some of the roses in her part of the garden!" Ella replied as she smiled at Rosa.

"It was my pleasure!" Rosa agreed.

"So.. Alistar.... do you have any plans for tomorrow after we open gifts?" Ella asked, attempting to talk to her former best friend.

Ever since the final battle of it all, things continued to be very awkward between Ella and Alistar. Despite how good of friends they used to be, Alistar still had walls built up that stemmed from the life he had lead full of betrayal and abuse.

"Oh! Um..." Alistar trailed off as he glanced over to Rosa before turning back to Ella. "I... I actually have an important question I need to ask you.. bit I'm afraid I'm unable to do that... right now...." He stated with a smile.

"Oh! Alright, no worries!" Ella exclaimed before going back to talking with Mia.

......

After breakfast, Alistar paced around the dining room, waiting for Ella and Eli to be done talking with the captain of the guard.

"Yes just let two or three people in at a time so there won't be such an overwhelming meet and greet with us!" Ella confirmed.

The guard nodded before exiting the room.

"Alistar, you've been pacing for 30 minutes," Eli stated with a raised eyebrow.

"O! Right! What was it you needed to talk about?" Ella asked.

Alistar took a breath. "Im... I'm going to ask Rosalyn to marry me...."

"WHAT?!" Ella screeched with a giant smile.

"Shhhhhh!" Alistar hushed as he looked around the room.

"Wow.... are you sure you're ready for that?" Eli asked as he crossed his arms.

"I'm.... more sure than I have been in a long time.... the thing is though.... I dont know when the right time is.... and i wanted to ask how YOU two got engaged," Alistar explained as he cuddled with the ring box.

Ella smiled to herself. "Well um.... Eli took me on a picnic for our anniversary... and.... he did it under the willow tree just outside the kingdom.... around the place where he and I first met,"

"That... sounds really great for you guys...." Alistar smiled before turning to Eli. "How did you know it was the right time? Or the right place?"

"Like how you knew it was the right time to stab me?" Eli asked.

Alistar's lips formed a thin line before Eli let out a chuckle.

"I'm messing with you.... I guess... I really.. DIDNT know until I felt with my entire being that I couldn't go another moment without asking," Eli described. "I wish you luck.... youre giving her a good christmas present.... your mom mustve been good with gifts," Eli stated.

"Oh um... no not really... I never really got gifts as a child after my mom died. Unless you count my pet mouse, Mike, but I found him when my dad threw me in the dungeons," Alistar replied as he held the ring box in his pocket.

"You.... You've never had christmas?" Ella asked.

Alistar shruggsed, waving them goodbye as he walked back to his room, leaving Ella and Eli to just stare at one another.

..........

The party went off without a hitch, children got presents, parents got drinks, And the royal family and friends of the castle spent time together.

Except for Alistar.

He was nervous. So incredibly nervous.

No time was the right time. Every moment he even though about the proposal he saw Rosa talking to a new person.

He needed to get his head on straight.

As the night went on, more people turned in including Rosa and Alistar's missed opportunities.

It was good he was distracted though, because he didn't notice his friends leaving the castle alltogether.

..........

The next morning rolled around and Alistar was startled awake, holding his knife out from under his pillow and pointing it at..... Loreley?

"Shit..... you can't wake me up like that.... I'm sorry...." Alistar apologized as he put the knife back under his pillow and rubbed his face to wake up.

"Whatever. Cmon! It's Christmas morning!" Loreley exclaimed as she walked out of the room.

Alistar followed after her, putting his slippers on but not bothering to change into his day clothes at all.

Everyone was sat around the tree in the library, practically buzzing with excitement as they all looked over at him.

He waved awkwardly before walking over and sitting next to Rosa.

"Hey um.... Ro?" He whispered in her ear as the others started talking.

"One sec, Eli is opening his gifts," she stated with a smile as she cuddled up against Alistar.

"Alistar, you got me a gift?" Eli asked as he picked up the bag.

"Oh you'll love it, E!" Alistar replied.

"Oh! A new hammer! Thanks man! I had to throw mine away last week!" Eli stated with a smile.

"Keep looking!" Alistar stated.

Eli raised an eyebrow as he brought out a piece of paper labeled "free stab coupon" before laughing.

"Now you can return the favor anytime you want!" Alistar stated.

Eli continued to laugh.

As time went on. And more presents were opened, Ella looked at Alistar.

"Hey, Al?" She asked.

"Um... just.. just give me one Sec, El!" He stated as he turned to Rosa. "Rosa... could we slip away for a second? I have to ask you something," He muttered.

"Alistar um... we-"

Ella was interrupted by Rosa and alistar standing up.

"Sorry! Keep going without us okay?" Alistar smiled, completely unaware of the 20 something presents all labeled "Alistar".

Rosa leaned against the hallway, her head tilted. "Al? What's wrong?" She asked with a small smile.

"W.. well um.. nothings wrong.. necessarily... but um.. I was... wondering... y-you and I have been... well we've been together for some time now and.... w.... um...." Alistar stumbled through his words.

"Alistar?" Rosa asked.

The blonde took a breath and got down on one knee. Rosa gasped, her eyes widening.

"Rosalyn.... will you marry me?" He asked.

On the brink of tears, Rosa nodded her head frantically and hugged him, almost knocking him over.

After a good few minutes in each other's arms, Alistar and Rosa headed back into the library.

"Sorry about that guys! Did everyone open their gifts?" Alistar asked as he and Rosa sat down.

"Well... yes..." Ella stated.

"Really? Then... wait why are there so many under the tree? Is it for decoration?" Alistar asked.

"..... Al.... They're for you," Ella smiled.

"... w..... what?" His voice cracked.

"... Alistar... everyone deserves to have a christmas.... so we... we all got you a present for each year you never had one," Ella stated, holding her breath.

In that moment? Alistar realized what he had been missing out on.

He never had a biological family who cared enough to do any of this... but he always had a family who did.

And every time it was always Ella.... and now... he had even more family members to rely on.

[direwombat]

tagged by @aceghosts, and @socially-awkward-skeleton on this wip of a wednesday (tysm <3)

brain hasn't been letting me write recently, so here's something from a few weeks ago. it's the intro to the "soft praise kink jakesyb" smutfic i will eventually come back to (also uh...katc spoilers but these spoilers are a LOOOOOOOONG way off and still kinda falls in line with fc5 canon so spoilers but not really but still kinda). tw for decapitation

Sybille storms through the hallways of St. Francis. The Chosen wisely part for her as she carves a bloody streak of red across the floors. She’s drenched in red, her eyes wide and almost manic. Her pupils are tiny pinpricks surrounded by thick rings of green, and her chest heaves with every shallow breath she takes. Every muscle in her body is tense, poised to strike and lash out at anyone who gets in her way, and the sweet, metallic taste of iron fills her mouth. 

Yet, she looks leagues better than the victim she’s carrying with her. 

Every thunderous step of her combat boots leaves wet, red footprints across the linoleum, striding alongside the dripping trail originating from the stump of Eli Palmer's neck. 

She carries the head by its hair -- his head by his hair. Her fingers weave through the dark, tangled, matted locks. The skin is pale, his chapped lips a frigid blue, and his jaw hangs slack now that there’s no tension to keep it shut. His warm brown eyes -- eyes that looked upon her with affection, with a look that said “Under any other circumstances, we could have had something great,” -- are nothing more than cold, glassy marbles, quickly clouding over. 

She had done her job. Served her purpose. Made her sacrifice. 

The worst part of it is that she had done it entirely sober. No Bliss clouded her judgment. No red tinting the edges of her vision or “Only You” echoing hauntingly somewhere in the distance. She was entirely aware of what she was doing as she committed every single gruesome action against Eli and the Whitetail militia. 

He had fed her, clothed her, armed her, fucking saved her. He was the one who pulled her from the Grand View all those weeks ago. He was the one who trusted her when no one else did, when her mind was still in the early stages of ripping itself apart. He didn’t judge her for her instability like Joey, or challenge her decisions like Grace eventually did. They were equals. Former soldiers, thrust into positions of authority against their will and burdened by the responsibility others placed on them. He let her into his bunker. Trusted her when trust was hard to come by. 

And in exchange, she killed him; smoked the militia out of their burrow as if they were nothing more than rabbits. She had hunted them down. Picked them off, one by one until it was just Eli left. He had begged her for mercy. Pleading, saying that this wasn’t her, that it was Jacob’s conditioning. She was better than this. Stronger.

She showed him just how strong she was by meting out the Judgment for his sins, as her new role in the Project demands. Then, she had cut through the cartilage of his neck and slipped her knife between his vertebrae to bring a trophy back to her Master. 

Proof she had made her sacrifice; that she had done as ordered like the good little soldier she is. Jacob’s right hand. His pet. His Judge. 

Kicking down the door to Jacob’s office, she barges in without announcing herself. He’s sitting at his desk with his reading glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose. A number of files lay spread out across his desk, and he’s meticulously cross-referencing them when she drops Eli’s head on top of them with an undignified splat. 

“It’s done,” she says grimly. 

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[boogomol]

@futurespacess / continuing from here

Those cold blue eyes locked with the other at the mention of respect, and he felt himself bubble up with a laugh. “That is easier said, than done, my friend… Not everyone can gain the respect of others, except through shows of grand feats, I imagine.” It was all he knew, battle and more battle. So, of course his view on ‘respect’ was so twisted up. “The things of fairy tales…” Though, for himself and his own form of respect, he had so much of that for this individual, who was casually floating a bottle of alcohol. It was at the next suggestion that he momentarily forced his gaze away, as if distracted by something in the corner of his eye. He hadn’t really ordered the other to do something in a long while, leaving him to his own devices, not since they were children. So, to be given this chance again, after all this time, he folded his arms across his chest to think it over. “… Are you sure?…” It wasn’t the question on if it would relieve his pressure, that he was certain of. No, this was on if the other man was truly fine with him being able to flex his power in a way. Not that he was afraid of getting hurt, far from it, but didn’t want to ever pressure the man into doing something. He wouldn’t be asking, if he wasn’t… The thought came to him, and he sighed. “Very well… - Alright!” A hand moved to rest on his hip as he turned to him, again, and looked so serious. He could only think of one way, at the moment, to get his mind off of everything. “… Hurt me, then.” Again, all he knew was to fight, and keep on fighting. It just made sense to go at this with full-on attack, as he didn’t see any other option, or at least could not think of it. “Go on. I can take it…” He oozed with that confidence, and a dashing smirk.

The bottle abruptly falls out of the air, shattering against the floor. What a stranger request to make of him, almost laughable his psychics attacks are nothing to take so lightly as a game, but if the boss really wanted to play, well, he wasn't one to go against a direct order, not when it comes from him, for Eli he would do anything.

❝ We shall see about that ❞

He playfully retorts, without so much as looking up from where he had made himself comfortable. This was challenge now, a prime opportunity to demonstrate how skilled he had become, sometimes it felt as though his boss took his abilities for granted.

Though for a moment, nothing happens, the air hangs still in an eerie silence, but soon enough the other will begin to feel a tugging at the back of his mind, an inexplicable nagging feeling that rapidly develops into a screeching headache as the psychic forces his way into the other's mine.

[bonesandthebees]

okay first of all i love the title anyways lets go!

i should potentially reread the prequel bjt yolo

title sic infit means so it begins thats neat i like it

im never going to shut up about the way you describe things like this is a dude resding a book but every word is written with such care that its so much more

ooh a ferronnière fancy i am googling so hard rn

the announcement from the snippets! i am very excited about this bit

i think that if wilbur isnt told about it that means it probably has something to do with him in some way. but i do think that even though he thinks phil would be told that he might mot have been its probably a pretty big thing i would think. if it was nothing wilbur would know i think so yeah i would assume that even if it doesnt directly pertain to wilbur that it will be something that will impact him

ah his choice on the heir? yes

i like the break you chose it fits

tnt duo!

i feel like its gonna be some curveball idk im like so skeptical that it would be that easy i also didnt read the summary oops anyways but ywah i feel like a secret third option gets named heir or something like tommy because you said we dont meet him this chapter but will next and yeah idk i dont ever expect things to go how people think they will

phil wasnt told

its definitely going to be a curveball

i dont think its the announcement they think it will be i truly think if it is related to the heir hes going to bring in a third option or just announce that a third option is the heir

something is happening tonight lets see it

how gay are ponk and sam on a scale of 7-10?

NEW VISITORS. TOMMY!

willum hehe

I WAS RIGHT (potentially)

i am so excited for this fic oh my god its going to be so good i can just tell

this pendant means so much its his family and his power and his status and its interesting

YOU HAVE PINTEREST BOARDS I WANT TO SEE THEM

OMG AND THE PLAYLIST FOR THIS FIC oooooooh i like the vibes

anyways im sooooo excited for this fic i think its going to be a fun one!

- 🪿

thank you!! the original title was just 'under the rose' but it felt off to me (partly bc I have a fic already titled under the brine and I thought it would be too similar) so I wanted to make it slightly different but still hold the same meaning. eli helped me brainstorm different words to add to it and then they suggested hanging and I was like ooo ok yeah we're gonna go with that, and I'm very happy with it now

the prequel is very fun if you want some more context + rainduo being cute kids

lol yeah figured sic infit was fitting as a first chapter title

tyyy I always struggle with finding my 'voice' in the first chapter of a new long form fic, because I need to figure out how I'm going to describe things and what word choice I'll lean towards so this chapter had a lot of me experimenting with different descriptions. i'm so glad you like them though!

ty ty I always have fun (read: struggle) with choosing the line breaks for my fics because I want them to hold at least some kind of meaning/connection to the story but also look nice. I experimented with a few unicode flowers and the order to put them in before I decided on the break I have now and I think it looks exactly how I wanted it

curveball :)))

sam and ponk are like a 9 because ponk isn't the king and even though sam keeps saying it's fine they know they gotta show some decorum in public

the pendant gets talked about more in the prequel, but yes it shows wilbur's status as being the son of the consil. it's representative of the role that has defined his entire life at the palace so it holds a lot of meaning to him

usually I have no problem sharing my pinterest boards for fics, but I actually don't have a public board for this one I just realized. the only board I have for it is a private one so it can be as messy and disorganized as I want and mostly just be used to hold references. I might make a public one though and if I do I'll share it with you all! for now though all you get is this one screenshot of part of it (yes there are so many screenshots from game of thrones on it because the costume design for that show is literally amazing)

the playlist is also a lot of fun I am trying so hard to find exactly the right vibes for it

thank you so much I'm so glad you're excited for this!! i'm so excited to share it with you all after so long :D