#just because you’re my mate doesn’t mean you get special treatment

[leviiackrman]

I actually want to scream so bad rn

[miss-kittyy]

Rewriting Briarlight and Longtail’s Deaths

So I am disabled, like very disabled, I am %50 of the teenagers ever diagnosed with my special combination of pain disorders, and I also unfortunately hyper fixated on warrior cats, which is bad news for me because warrior cats is super ableist, and to add insult to injury, the fandom can also be pretty ableist.

My biggest problem with the majority of “anti-ableist” AUs is that they “fix” the ableism stemming from the narrative and able bodied characters by making the disabled character less disabled, this so bad for many reasons. I’ve talked more about in other posts. The justification that real life disabled cats are less doesn’t make it not ableist, since when was warrior cats meant to be realistic? If you’re making an au where the disabled cats function like actual disabled cats you also have to make all the cats genetically accurate, and retcon Lionblaze lifting a tree.

My problem with warrior cats is not that the disabled characters cannot become full conventional warriors, I’d like it if they got to choose what duties the perform instead of being crammed into the medicine den, but I don’t care about Cinderpelt not being able to complete a marathon. Most of the fandom seems to think the issue is that the disabled character are not useful enough, instead of the way that able bodied characters deny of them agency and make remarks like “you wouldn’t want to return to a life like her’s would you?”. Disabled people do not need to be “useful” to be worthy and empowering.

It’s very obvious that most of the fandom just wants the disabled cats to be more palatable to abled bodied people, so I’ve decided to make my own rewrite instead to hopefully make myself feel better. A lot of these things are inspired by my own experiences and not every disabled person is looking for the same things in representation, this is totally self indulgent.

The goal of this AU is to highlight the many unique and valuable aspects disability and how being disabled does not infringe upon anyone’s worth, ever.

- Longtail doesn’t die in the storm, Briarpaw is still injured, but he’s found besides her, trying his best to help her cling to life.

- after Briarpaw begins to recover he stands up to Millie and other cats insulting her quality of life, he says her journey will be hard, but it is one worth taking.

- She asks him why he’s an elder, and he decides to request to have his warrior ship restored as Briarpaw is dreading the life of an elder.

- On his first patrol the cats accompanying him insist on speaking to him in an incredibly infantilism tone, and whispering amongst themselves over what he can or can’t do, without consulting him,

- He initially gives up on patrolling after that insufferable experience.

- Briarlight begins to create marks and blobs on the wall of the medicine den using crushed up dead herbs she asks him to retrieve some berries for her, and he complies.

- Jayfeather shows him how he navigates the territory with the help of some of the sighted cats, and Mousefur is quick to volunteer as his guide. He finds her company surprisingly empowering. He realizes that it was not his blindness which was limiting his abilities, but the other cats attitudes.

- Mousefur and Longtail return with mouthful of berries and herbs, Briarlight describes to him what she’s drawing on the side of the den and he helps he mound the materials into paint.

- The cats begin to pop into the medicine den to see Briarlights painting and soon Jayfeather has to kick her out occasionally so they’d stop crowding him, she’s given the walls of camp to decorate instead.

- She begins to illustrate Longtails stories of the old territory and Bloodclan, and this new form of storytelling becomes a tradition amongst Thunderclan.

- because more young cats are aware of the clans history it becomes harder for the dark forest to recruit them, unfortunately, Blossomfall’s resentment towards her sister means she never cared to listen.

- Ivypool is still recruited and trained like in canon, given her relationship with the dark forest was much more emotionally charged and manipulative than just plain lies.

- at a gathering Longtail meets Grasspelt who inquires about Briarlight, Longtail is surprised about how little he knows as the she-cat had mentioned how well they got along as apprentices. Despite Millie nagging him not to tell him the truth about her daughter he does anyways, but puts much more emphasis on how well she’s doing than Millie expected. Grasspelt thinks this sounds really cool and decides that he is going to see her and her paintings, and that nobody can stop him. Longtail makes sure to put any opposing cat in their place, but Briarlight is a very respected Clanmate, so most warriors don’t say anything.

- Briarlight is nervous and doesn’t want to come out of the medicine den at first, but when Grassheart darts into the den holding berries and flowers for her to paint with she quickly warms up to her visitor.

- Grassheart is happy to tell Briarlight that he’s never been able to be a “functioning” warrior, and that he has always imagined that his spirit is shaped different, the medicine cat says his body is normal, but he’s never been able to keep focus in a fight or react as quickly as he should be able to while hunting. (He’s autistic because I say so)

- As dusk nears he’s visually hesitant to return to Riverclan and when Longtail inquires on why he says that he hasn’t felt so “here” for a long time. On the way back he wanders off and comes back with a chipmunk, when returning to Riverclan territory his father, Mintfur, is shocked to see his catch. After talking with his family a bit he realizes that it was the noise from the river that was making him so tense and dissociated, Brackenfur, who was escorting him, notices that he keeps rubbing himself on the ground and wincing.

- For the next couple moons Grasspelt returned to Thunderclan to bring Briarlight plants that only grow in Riverclan territory, he begins trying to fish from the quite lazy stream in their territory and soon both him and Briarlight have got it down.

- Longtail notices the sadness present whenever Grasspelt left and exclaims that it’s rather stupid that he’s living somewhere so unsuited for him just because of words long repeated.

- Grasspelt confesses that he feels the same, but knew he wasn’t supposed to say anything. Briarlight tells Longtail that her and the Riverclan warrior had been thinking of each other as mates for moons.

- Longtail accompanies Jayfeather to the next half moon meeting where he proposes his addition to the warrior code, “no cat should be confined to laws which harm them due to an inherent physical or spiritual difference.” (Cats don’t really know how brains work, so they see mental disabilities as a difference within a cats spirit)

- A moon later the leaders meet to discuss this proposition, it is accepted and Grasspelt makes the journey to Thunderclan for the final time.

- Grasspelt is renamed Grassspirit when becoming a Thunderclan warrior, unlike prior renaming of disabled cats this is a celebration.

- Grassspirit spends most of his time taking care of the elders and kits, he’s incredibly compassionate especially with kits and is able to solve many problems within the nursery.

- When twigkit and Violetkit arrive in Thunderclan Briarlight and Grassspirit help raise them, after Violetkit is taken Briarlight and Twigkit paint her on the side of Thunderclan camp.

- Briarlight still gets sick and her illness progresses without any treatment, Grassspirit notices her trying to hide it and when Longtail finds out he’s very upset. Jayfeather frantically treats her, expressing his frustration that she didn’t tell them sooner, the second Millie steps out she breaks down and explains that she just wanted to deal with it herself, and perhaps if she were successful Millie would finally treat her like an adult.

- Longtail gives Millie a stern talking to, he tells her that Briarlight is a warrior of Thunderclan and as her clanmate she should show her some respect.

- Millie is inherently very reactionary, as she had not realized the full extent of her suffocation, but eventually after a couple moons her and Briarlight begin to rekindle their relationship, like adults.

- Blossomfall sees how Brairlight wasn’t basking in their mother’s attention like she imagined, and feels the urge to seek out an actual sisterhood after ignoring Briarlight for moons and moons.

- Briarlight isn’t really mad at her sister, and understands why she felt the way she did. Jayfeather suggests that Blossomfall help Briarlight with her painting, Blossomfall seems put off with the suggestion of being her sister’s assistant.

- The interactions that follow are less than ideal, Blossomfall commends Briarlight’s able friends (Thornclaw, Poppyfrost, Alderheart, etc) for being so nice to her, as if that’s not what friends do. She seems very sad the entire time, sighing when her sister dragged her legs around with her mouth to sit more comfortably, even though she was completely fine. When watching her paint she comments that it’s good she has “something to keep her busy”, and finally she expresses her view, of Briarlight’s injury and her (Blossomfall’s) suffering being all worth it because of her talents, as if her life was not worth living to begin with.

- Briarlight tells her that if that’s truly what she wants she’s going to have to put more effort into understanding and respecting her way of life, and that she won’t apologize for their mother’s actions.

- When Blossomfall has her kits they take a liking to Auntie Briarlight, and Blossomfall seems to have reflected on their past interactions, trusting her sister to watch her kits. Briarlight teases a bit, a subtle way of telling her not to rush things, but they do begin to feel like something close to sisters.

- Right before Briarlight’s Nieces and Nephews are made warriors Longtail dies of Greencough. Throughout the entirety of his sickness he kept his sense of humour, his mean streak, and his immense love for what he had made of his clan.

- At his vigil Grassspirit began whaling like a bird in new-leaf, he insists that the vigil is too sad, and that Longtail wouldn’t want everyone moping around, for Starclan’s sake, his life was good. Standing amongst them, Longtail’s spirit can feel every cat in Thunderclan standing around him, singing the song of a life well lived.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Momo Yayorozu is a lesbian and just doesn’t know it yet.

my computer died half way through writing this and none of it saved so while I love momo I am done with it. 

Omega! Yayorozu x Alpha! Reader. 

warnings: light smut, 

word count: 2,300 (about)

summary: You and momo are good friends, you just wished you were a little more.

Yayorozu’s hands were unusally soft for a hero. I mean you’d think with all the fighting she did that she would have at least a few callouses on her hands but no, they were always so soft. Not that you were all that surprised, she probably had some fancy lotion that cost a fortune and worked miracles. Her hands were on you now, slowly working out the kinks in your shoulders. 

“You really need to be more careful (y/n) you could seriously hurt yourself if you keep trying to spar while you aren’t properly stretched out,” she scolded lightly. You knew she was right, but if this was the treatment you get for not stretching, you couldn’t complain. Her scent was soft, like cherry blossoms and citrus. 

“Not that I don’t apricate this Momo, but people might get the wrong idea if you stay so close to an Alpha,” you warned and felt her freeze for a minute. 

“I don’t care, Everyone knows were just friends anyway,” she said and you felt a sharp spear pierce your heart. that’s right, you were just friends. And of course, no one would think twice about Momo rubbing your shoulders, she was straight after all. 

The two of you were still surprisingly close for an Alpha and Omega to be. It hurt a little bit each time she took your hand in hers, or cuddled up next to you during class movie nights. 

Even though you had no chance, it was hard not to fall in love with her. 

“(y/n)?” Momo prompted and you realized she had asked you something while you were spacing out.

“Sorry what was that?” you asked 

“Do you want to get boba?” she asked picking up her gym bag and you followed her. 

“Sure,” you agreed and a wide smile spreading across her face making your heart do funny things. “my treat,” you added. and her smile evaporated turning into a stubborn pout.

“(y/n) why do you never let me spoil you?” she whinned hanging off your arm dramatically maing you chuckle. you placed your hand on her lower back steadying her.

“Come on Momo it’s just my Alpha instinct, You don’t want to hurt my pride do ya?” you shrugged and she huffed. 

“Okay but I’m paying next time,” she said and you agreed placidly.

The boba shop wasn’t too far from the gym you worked out at, momo staid on your arm as you walked. She leaned her head on your shoulder as you waited in line making your heart skip a beat. you looked around the small boba shop at the other people, and you wondered if they thought you were a couple. 

“Hey (y/n) will you order for me? I need the bathroom,” Momo said squeezing your hand and pulling away from you. instantly you missed her closeness.

“sure,” you said with a nod. and turned your attention back to the line thinking about what she would want. Normally she got the brown sugar milk tea but maybe you’d surprise her with the caramel one instead. 

You placed your order and waited patiently for your name to be called, then you felt a small tap on your shoulder. When you turned you saw a short yellow-haired omega girl looking up at you, a bright pink blush across her round cheeks. 

“Can I help you?” you asked polielty, 

“Oh! sorry I was just wondering if that girl you were with was your mate,” she asked and you did your best not to grimace. It wasn’t her fault so there was no use getting mad at her. 

“No, we’re just friends,” you admitted. She beamed 

“Oh! well my name is Peko and uhm i just think you’re gorgeous and I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me?” She offered, for an omega she was certainly bold. Suddenly Momo was back at your side, her hand taking its place in yours. 

“A friend of yours?” she asked. you squeezed her hand and turned your attention back to Peko.

“I’m sorry, you seem like a very sweet Omega but I’m a UA student and I’m too busy to date anyone right now, I’m sorry,” you said and winced as she deflated. 

“It’s alright, It was nice to meet you!” she said before scurrying over to her own friends. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward,” Momo said 

“Don’t worry about it,” you said with a shrug then to lighten the mood you elbowed her lightly. 

“Rejecting girls isn’t any big deal for a heartbreaker like me,” you teased wiggling your eyebrows

“Oh how could I forget Omega’s just love you don’t they,” she giggled. 

Momo couldn’t stop thinking about your interactions today. For some reason it felt wrong to see you with another Omega, one that was flirting with you no less. and even though you had said it as a joke, she couldn't help but think that you really were a “babe magnet” as Denki would put it. It made her uncomfortable for some reason. 

Maybe it was because if you stopped spending so much time with her you would have enough time for a mate. No, you were her best friend, you wouldn't just drop her like that, even if your future mate demanded it. Momo knew that if her future Alpha ever suggested she spend less time with you she would drop him in a heartbeat. No Alpha was worth losing you over. but what if you didn’t feel the same way about her? the idea gnawed at her.

While she had never asked it, Momo had always sort of assumed the two of you would stick together after graduation, maybe even move in together once you both started working. She could very clearly see herself coming home to you after a long day of work and relaxing in your arms. or dancing around the kitchen together while you thought her how to cook. 

But maybe that was just a fantasy in her head.

 Her skin felt hot, itchy. Signs of her upcoming heat. She started moving around the room picking at her nest and rearranging it lightly. it was made of soft blankets and stuffed animals on her enormous bed. and at the heart of her nest was a collection of items you’d scented for her. 

There were other items scented by alphas, but they were on the outskirts of her bed. None of them offered the comfort your scent did. Fermilar, soft, warm, protective. She wondered if she’d ever find an Alpha who smelled as good as you did. 

Her phone buzzed and she saw you had texted her. You wished her a good night, and told her that you would be stopping by after class to check on her, so she should text you if she needed anything. Momo smiled and wondered if she could sucker you into to Facetiming with her so she could fall asleep with you. She knew you would, You always spoiled her when she was this close to her heat. You were going to make some omega really happy one day.

Momo woke up late the next day, a dull ache set in to her whole body. She whimpered and checked her phone. Just another text from you telling her good morning and reminding her to text if she needed anything. She really did love you, as much as a best friend could love somone. 

Momo rolled on her side and brought her favorite hoodie to her nose breathing in your scent, which relaxed the pain some but also brought on a pang of longing in her core. She sighed, breathing in again, this was going to be a long day. 

You spent the whole day fidgeting and nervously tapping on your desk. It was hard to focus on the lesson being thought when your omega was out hurting. It was wrong to be so possessive of Yaoyorozu but you couldn’t help the flare of hormones that just so happened to hit you everytime she went into heat. 

You checked your phone religiously, Momo texted you as soon as she woke up telling you that she had everything she need but still wanted to see you after class. But that didn’t stop the fidgity way you checked your messages, after all you needed to know if she changed her mind. 

The second the bell rang you bolted out of the room, tearing to the dorm room grabbing a convenience store bag full of treats for her before tripping over yourself to get to her room. Even if Momo claimed she didn’t need anything you would sooner turn up dead than show up empty-handed. 

You took one deep breath before knocking at the door. 

“(y/n)?” she asked

“Yeah Princess it’s me can I come in?” you asked. Princess was a special nickname you only used when she was hurt or in heat, 

“The doors unlocked,” she replied and you took that as your queue to enter. To most Alphas, it would be maddening to walk into a room with an in heat Omega, but it was strangely calming for you. your nerves subsided as you saw Momo curled in her nest wearing one of your old hoodies. 

“You shouldn’t leave the door unlocked its dangerous,” you chided softly,  placing the bag on her side table and sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, careful not to intrude on her nest. 

“ ‘snot dangerous, I have you to protect me,” she whinned. You alpha let out a deep internal purr. That was right, you were her alpha and you were going you protect her better than anyone else could. 

“Still you need to be careful when I’m not around Princess,”

“stop scolding me, come cuddle,” she huffed rolling her eyes and opening her arms. 

“are you sure? You want me in your nest?”

“(y/n) you make up half of my nest now come here.”  You thought about teasing her for being so bossy but decided against it. crawling over tward her and taking her warm body into your arms. Momo’s arms locked around you like a vice, you got comfortable knowing you’d be there for a while. 

she buried her nose in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent and her hands went to your hair, running her fingers through it softly. You held her just as tight, your hands trailing up and down the curve of her back.

“Missed you today,” you said into her hair, her breath tickled your neck as she spoke

“I missed you more,” 

“Now way you missed me more. You have a million things I scented for you it’s not the same,” you protested

“Did too miss you more, I’m in heat I needed my Alpha!” She shot back. you froze uner her and she pulled back, confused at your sudden change in mood. 

“Momo, you can’t say stuff like that,” you said gravely serious, then seeing the confusion on her face you contued. 

“you’re still an Omega, and one in heat for that, it does things to me when you say that,” you growled. 

Momo’s thighs clenched together, it was deeply appealing to know she could rile you up so easily.  Her hands moved to your stomach feeling the soft skin and bit her lower lip. She had never realised how much she needed to touch you. at that moment it didn’t mater to her that you were her friend, and a girl, she just wanted more of you. 

“so, It turns you on when I call you Alpha?” she asked. it was very unladylike of her, but worth it to see the blood rush to your face,

“Momo-”

“or is it the needing you part? because that was true I needed you so badly all day Alpha,” before she could even blink you had fliped her onto her back and crashed your mouth to hers. She responded eagerly, kissing you with a passion she didn’t even know she had. It was exhilarating to kiss you and feel your body press down on hers. it felt right.But as soon as it started it ended.

“Damn it,” you growled, angry at yourself for losing control. you forced yourself off the bed leaving momo dazed behind. Your mouth still buzzed, it had been everything you had ever dreamed of to kiss her. 

“I’m sorry Momo,” you said running your hand through your hair. “I should go,” you said, the smell was starting to get to you in a way it never had before, every instinct was telling you to kiss her again. 

“wait, (y/n) please,” she called, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back, she was too close and you pounced again. Kissing her ferociously, your tongue slipping past her soft pink lips. you moaned into her touch before ripping yourself away again. Fuck she was delicious. 

“I can’t control myself, I need to go,” you growled. 

“I love you (y/n) please stay. I want you to kiss me like that, I meant it when I said I needed you,” she pleaded, tears forming in her perfect gray eyes. you whipped her eyes and kissed her softly. 

“you mean that Princess?” you asked against her mouth, your hands lost in her thick black hair. she nodded, leaning in to kiss you this time. 

“I love you so much,” she said you pushed her back, laying yourself out across her chest. as you savored her kisses. 

“I’ve loved you for the longest time,” you said. 

“then you’ll keep kissing me?” she asked making you laugh. 

“mmhmm babygirl I’m all yours.”

[simeon-simp]

Perfect Mate

Diavolo × GN!MC

Warnings: none

A/n: Please excuse any mistakes. English isn't my first language and this is my first time writing in a while. Also, no beta so...yeah

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"What in the Devildom am I doing?"

Throwing his D.D.D across the room, Diavolo groaned. Shame and embarrassment quickly caught up to him as a small blush formed on his face.

Barbatos had told him multiple times to go to bed or else he wouldn’t be able to stay awake long enough for the meeting.

But did he listen?

No.

He didn’t listen, opting to stalk MC’s Devilgram instead. He had seen all their posts and stories, even going as far as to look at brother's pages to see who had been with MC for the day.

Diavolo sighed as he realized; Barbatos was right. He was obsessed with MC. He couldn’t be blamed though as it was in his nature to try and claim the perfect mate when he found them. He would have claimed MC by now if it weren’t for a small problem.

MC was human.

Now that didn’t seem like such a big deal, but it was. The courting process and traditions for Demons were different from what they were for humans. Human noses weren’t as sharp as a demon’s nose was, therefore, humans didn’t know that every living creature had their very own scent. But Demons did.

No matter how much he thought about it, there wasn’t a single person that smelled as good as MC did. It was the first thing Diavolo noticed when they arrived to the Devildom, he’s sure the brothers noticed it too. It helped him relax when he was anxious and calm down when he got too worked up. He never seemed to get enough of it, always craving more of their scent.

The problem was, with how much he craved it, he could easily notice the smallest change when he was around them. Meaning: he instantly knew who had been with MC for the day. It annoyed him to no end when they would hang out with him, and he was able to smell Mammon’s or someone else's lingering scent on them.  

Just the thought about it made him let out an involuntary growl. He couldn’t stand it, the way he would be looking forward to spending time with his MC just for them to walk in smelling like someone else. It truly made him angry. But no matter how mad it made him, he could never be mad at his MC. It’s not like they knew.

Diavolo laid back on his bed. MC had been the only thing on his mind lately, always managing to distract him no matter what he was doing. It always happened, and always would until he got his hands on MC or they were taken by someone else.  

Someone else...the thought of MC with anyone but him made him upset as there was a chance of it happening. That didn’t seem to be the case though. MC had been accepting his gifts, something seen to demons as their desired mate accepting their courting.

Diavolo would observe them, study them, just to know what they liked. He would take in their fashion sense and buy them whatever he could find that would fit it. If he happened to see them sketching or drawing during class, he would instantly buy them whatever they wanted just to so they could draw better. Diavolo would always make Barbatos make MC’s favorite dessert just so he could give it to them during their small lunch dates (MC doesn’t know it’s a date).

Diavolo basically bought whatever MC liked unless they seemed to get overwhelmed by the number of gifts given to them. If that turned out to be the case, Diavolo would instantly turn it down to simpler things. He would give them his umbrella if it was raining or give them his jacket if they were cold. Giving them his jacket was Diavolo’s favorite thing though. He was filled with pride every time he saw them wearing it or when he saw the way the brothers seemed to get annoyed by it.

There was no doubt that if things continued the way they were going, he would be able to ask them out soon. He already had a plan for how he would ask, he just needed a date. Though with Valentine’s Day only 3 months away, it seemed like the perfect day to ask.

With that final thought in mind, Diavolo closed his eyes, sleep finally overtaking him.

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Valentine’s day arrived and Diavolo didn’t even bother to hide his excitement. He couldn’t stay still, and his voice was louder than usual. He would constantly check his D.D.D and ask Barbatos if it was time yet.

"My lord, please calm down. MC is probably busy with the brothers as the party doesn’t start for another 5 hours.”  

Diavolo hummed in consideration before pulling out his D.D.D once more. “No, they’re not. They just posted something on Devilgram...should I text or call them? I need to make sure that they-”  

Barbatos sighed for the first time in years and let Diavolo continue, ignoring the pain Diavolo’s words brought to him.

"Oh, they answered! I’ll be back!”

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Humming a song MC had shown him from the human world, Diavolo took one last glance at himself in his bathroom mirror before running out. MC would show up soon and he wanted to be there to greet them.

He only waited for 15 minutes before he turned around and was faced with a tired looking MC. He checked them over to make sure they were fine and wondered if he should just call the whole thing off and let them rest. MC seemed to read his mind though as they instantly smiled, “I’m fine Dia, it’s just that Lucifer made Mammon and I walk all the way here as punishment for a prank we pulled earlier.”

Diavolo blushed at the nickname, looking away as he led them to a chair. “MC, you should sit down. You're probably tired from walking...Lucifer goes a little too far sometimes. Maybe I should have a talk with him...”

MC let out a nervous chuckle and waved him off, “I said I’m fine Dia. I deserved it, I should of known better than to prank the avatar of pride...”

Diavolo smiled, he loved that about MC. They would always look out for others, putting them before themselves. Though no matter how much they begged, he would still have to talk with Lucifer as he had put the future King/Queen in danger.  

Seeming to have remembered something, Diavolo ran off to Barbatos with a short “I’ll be right back! Please, stay where you are!” He seemed to ask for something as Barbatos left and then came back with a plate. Diavolo beamed at him and ran off to MC again, smile not faltering.

"MC, I... Today I tried to make your favorite dessert...Barbatos didn’t let me help much, but I tried my best! I hope you like it!” Diavolo handed them the plate, excited for them to try it. MC just stared at him before looking down at the plate on their lap, a warm smile spreading across their face. “Dia... thank you, I appreciate it. It makes me feel special, knowing that you...attempted, to make this for me.”

MC took a bite and if Diavolo had a tail, it would have been wagging around uncontrollably. He looked like an excited little puppy that had just been praised by its owner, a blush quickly spreading across his face when he realized the way he had just acted. What would people say if they saw him acting like this?

Nothing. They would say nothing as they had just seen it, but it was Lord Diavolo, so they couldn’t really comment on it. Even if they could, it wouldn’t be right for them to say anything as the side of Diavolo they had just seen was for MC, not them.

This carried on for the rest of the night, Diavolo gifting MC items and them thanking and praising him, earning a similar reaction to the one prior. Eventually, the clock hit 12 and Diavolo decided it was time.

"MC.”  

MC spun around, “Yes Di-” they paused. Diavolo made eye contact with them, an adorable blush adorning his face. “MC, may I have this dance?” He held out his left hand for them, waiting for them to take it.

Time seemed to stop for both MC and Diavolo. MC stopped to admire the beautiful image before them as Diavolo seemed to do the same. The world around them disappeared, the background noise dulling to a mere whisper. MC snapped out of it though, taking Diavolo’s hand and breaking the spell.

"Of course, I would love to.”

Diavolo smiled and lead them to the center of the dance floor. All eyes were on them, but they had gotten used to it after the stares they got the last 3 hours. Neither Diavolo nor MC could blame them though, it was the first time anyone had seen The Lord Diavolo acting all excited and cute. It almost made him seem...friendly.

It wasn’t the first time Diavolo and MC danced together. They had done a few times before, as a joke or because they were bored. But this didn’t feel like it did before, this was different. Diavolo’s gaze was serious and loving, not playful and teasing. His hands were constantly on them, not giving them space like he did before.  

MC didn’t mind though, leaning into his touch instead. They always did. They had come to terms with their feelings for the prince a long time ago. MC knew exactly what Diavolo had been doing the last few months, the brothers had taught them about mates and courting just a few weeks after they arrived in the devildom. MC knew what he was doing, yet they let it happen.  

Naturally, MC didn’t tell the brothers. They probably wouldn’t have been them allowed near Diavolo for a long time if they did find out. MC knew some of the brothers had their suspicions, but they assumed MC didn’t feel the same way Diavolo did, something they would probably regret later. That wasn’t MC’s problem though.

The song ended, and MC couldn’t help but feel disappointed. But the disappointment didn’t last long.  

Barbatos appeared from the crowd, a small red box in his hands. He handed it to Diavolo and walked away, giving Diavolo a small encouraging smile. Diavolo gave him a subtle smile in return before turning to MC and clearing his throat. He waited until they had most of the room’s attention before starting.

"MC, you know better than anyone here that I’ve been lonely my entire life. The only ones I could talk to being Barbatos and Lucifer, but that had its limits too. I’ve never had someone who I could talk to as easily as I can with you. You act normal with me, not giving me any special treatment. You’re always so kind, comforting me when I need it. You let me be myself without having to worry about what anyone else thinks. You let me vent and hug you. You just make me so happy...in fact, I didn’t even know it was possible to be this happy. You’re just so precious to me that I can barely take it. So that’s why I’m asking you here...will you be mine?”

MC didn’t know what to say. They knew he would ask soon, they just didn’t expect it to be right there, where everyone could see. But MC had thought about this many times before. So, without a doubt in mind, MC smiled and nodded. They didn’t trust themselves with words, so they decided to use actions instead.

Diavolo was caught off guard when he was pulled in for a kiss by MC. The shock didn’t last long though as he eagerly kissed back.

The room exploded with cheers and clapping. Many congratulating them and wishing them the best. Nobody looked away though as they knew what was next.

Diavolo pulled back first and opened the box in his hands. Inside rested a gold necklace with red diamonds on it. He put the box aside and turned to MC.  

MC wasn’t surprised as gifting their mate jewelry was something demons did often. It was seen as a sign of ownership and possession. MC had seen the design before on a textbook. A necklace with red diamonds was a trend among the royal family. Diavolo’s mother had one, as so did others before that.

MC nodded and Diavolo wasted no time to put it around their neck. He smiled and pulled them in for a kiss once again, not caring who was or wasn’t watching. He finally had what he had wanted for so long... he couldn’t stop smiling.

"I love you, MC. You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this...now that you’re mine, I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

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I hope you enjoyed this! The brothers+datables reactions will be out soon. Remember, they were at the party too. They saw it all go down.

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 12 of 16

Ugh, sorry for the slow updates nowadays. Starting a new semester in college is stressful and I’m trying to focus more on school since I suck at it.

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You and Gally felt that you two were caught up enough to go back out to the others, well, you tried to think that anyway.

You felt you could never get enough time with Gally that would satisfy you. You never felt so clingy to a person before. It was weird, and you hoped it wouldn’t damage everything around you.

Even if you just got him back, even if all you wanted was to be held by him, you had to stay focused on the survival of all your friends now. You couldn’t be clingy.

Gally on the other hand, could live with losing everything if it meant that you were safe. He obviously cared about his friends and saving Minho, but he didn’t want you to be involved in any way that could get you killed. No way. Remembering how helpless and scared he felt on the brink of death, Gally never wants you to feel that same fear.

Gally didn’t even want to leave the little room you two were in, you had force him out, leading you both back to rejoin the others with your hand holding his.

“Having fun in there?” Frypan voiced, grinning widely, genuinely happy that you two found each other again.

“Shut up, Fry.” Gally said for you, but still blushed.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “We need your help, Y/N.”

You reluctantly let go of Gally’s hand, turning to face Thomas. “Yeah, I figured.” Gally scowled at Thomas, still keeping you close to him.

“We came here to save you and Minho, we thought you’d be still locked up though. But is he okay? Where is he being held, do you know? And how have you been able to walk around the city?”

“Hey!” Gally’s voiced boomed. “Back off with the questions, will ya? You’re stressing her out.” He scolded Thomas.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You tried to calm Gally. In the back of your mind, you found it amusing that you were back to your old ways, having to calm him whenever he got angry. You walked over and sat in a chair. “This was my first time allowed to walk around the city.”

“How’d ya manage to do that?” Newt asked, knowing how W.C.K.D. must’ve treated their “guests.”

“Teresa. She pulled some strings.”

“Guess being cousin’s with her has its benefits.”

“How’s Minho, though?” Thomas asked, trying to get the conversation on track.

“Last time I saw him, he was fine. Alive. We were cell mates for a while, but Teresa moved me into her apartment.”

“So, you’ve been getting special treatment while Minho is being tortured...” Thomas mumbled bitterly, but you heard and scowled.

“You have no fucking idea, Thomas. I might be related to her, but she still lets them do whatever they want to me. The only thing she does is not let them kill me.” You ranted, causing everyone to go silent, Gally moving closer to you to intervene if you decided to teach the Greenie a lesson.

Thomas was pale, remorse radiating off of his body as he tried to compose himself. “Y/N...I’m sorry.” He said nervously. “I just want Minho back. He needs us.”

You dropped your anger, knowing that Thomas really just means well. He wanted to save Minho just as much as you did. “How can I help?”

“We need Teresa if we want this to work.”

“And what? You want me to kidnap her or something?”

“No, lead her to us. That’s it.”

To say that you were less than pleased would be an understatement. As soon as you saw Thomas, saw Newt, Fry, Gally, you felt you were finally free from that place. Now they want you to go back?

You didn’t want to, of course. Your knees felt like they would buckle under the pressure of agreeing to the plan. But so far, that seems to be the only option. You can’t just say no, you owed it to Minho to help out any way that you could. How you can help just so happens to be something you also fear...wonderful.

“Wait.” Gally voices suddenly. “You’re saying Y/N has to go back to that place?”

“She’s the only one who can get Teresa to us. She cares about Y/N.”

Gally shook his head and glared. This is exactly what he didn’t want. “No, Thomas. What if they never let her back out? No. No, she’s not going back.”

You rolled your eyes, they were talking like you weren’t even there. “Gally, it’s okay-”

“No, it’s not.”

“Minho needs our help.” You sighed, deciding to just bite the bullet and take one for the team. “It’s worth the risk.”

“Not to me.”

“Y/N will be okay. We came up a plan. You’ll go back, earn their trust. I’m sure Teresa already trusts you if she convinced them to let you go for awhile. They’ll be sure to let you back out.” Thomas said.

“Wait, what about the man that was guarding me?”

Thomas frowned, an irritated look painting his face. “Someone accidently,” He finger quoted, “killed him.” He glared at Gally.

“The shank deserved it.” Was Gally’s only defense.

Your heart sank, and Thomas seemed to notice. “It’ll be okay. You could just say your guard left, or something. Maybe you’ll gain more favor if you come back by yourself when you could’ve escaped.”

Gally scoffed. “This is such a stupid plan.”

“It’s all we’ve got, and we’re running out of time. If there was ever a chance to do this, now is the time. We’ve got a window, we just have to take it.”

“For Minho.” Newt voiced.

You couldn’t help but smile softly. “He would do the same for me.”

Gally huffed, storming away. He started to feel the way he felt when Thomas came up in the Glade, he was starting to lose control of everything. Like he had no say in what happens anymore. He felt like he was going to lose you due to some stupid plan that shank had, again. But then he remembered you’re alive because of Thomas, and if you had stayed with him in the Glade, you’d both be dead.

“Damn it.” Gally cursed aloud.

“Gally?” You voiced softly, coming up to stand behind him.

“I don’t like this, Y/N.”

“Well, what would you have me do then? Refuse this plan? Abandon Minho when I can help him?”

Gally sighed as he turned to face you, bringing his arms to rest on your shoulders. “No...” He mumbled. “...I don’t want to lose you again.”

You frowned, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your cheek against his chest. “You won’t. I trust Thomas. The plan will work.”

“How can you be so sure?”

You shrugged. “I’m not. I just hope that.”

“That’s not very reassuring.”

“I’ve never been great at reassurance.” You nervously chuckled. “I can’t sit idly by knowing that I can help Minho, I just can’t.”

Gally understood, he really did. He felt that way when he learned the full extent of what was really going on at W.C.K.D. He knew you were right when you said Minho would do the same for you. If it was the other way around, he probably would’ve forced everyone to rescue you.

“I know...” Gally sighed, pulling you in for another hug and nuzzling his face in your shoulder.

“Hey...” You spoke softly, bringing a hand up to cradle his face. “You’re not gonna lose me, Gal. W.C.K.D. needs me for some reason, so I’m pretty sure they won’t kill me. Even if Teresa is on their side, I don’t think she’d just let them kill her only relative. That has to count for something.”

Gally chuckled tearfully. “You could’ve led with that, ya know?”

You smiled softly, taking Gally’s hand to lead him back to the group.

Even after discussing the full extent of the plan, it still left a bad taste in Gally’s mouth. But after getting a pep talk from Thomas, and encouragements from everyone else, you looked so sure of yourself.

Gally just wished he felt the same.

“This will work.” Thomas reiterated.

“I hope so.” You sighed, looking over to see Gally leaning against the wall with a sour look on his face. 

Thomas followed your gaze. “Yeah, who knows what he’ll do to me if it doesn’t.” He tried to joke, and thankfully, you offered a little smile. “You ready?” He asked seriously.

You nodded, trying not to look as nervous as you felt.

“Wish I had some more words of encouragement, love.” Newt said as he hugged you.

You chuckled softly. “You’ve done enough already. I’m just glad you’re here, that I got to see you again.”

“That doesn’t sound too hopeful.”

“You wouldn’t believe me either way.”

Newt smiled weakly, bringing you in for another hug before allowing allowing Frypan to wish you luck too. 

Gally walked up to you slowly, gazing at you worryingly before wrapping his arms around your shoulders for the umpteenth time that day. You instantly melted into his embrace, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax. Almost if time had stopped, you and Gally just stood there together, wishing for each other’s safety as big plays against W.C.K.D. were finally starting to come to fruition.

“I’ll be okay.” You whispered.

Gally didn’t have a response that could validate your hopefulness. He hated himself for being such a pessimist, especially in times like these where it’s needed for morale. He only hugged you tighter, and somehow you understood how difficult this would be for him. It would be difficult for you both.

You wished things were different. That the world was different. But it wasn’t, and it wouldn’t change by itself. You weren’t foolish enough to believe that, neither was Gally. This had to happen eventually. W.C.K.D. couldn’t get away with their methods forever.

You pulled away first, knowing that time wouldn’t stop for anyone.

Gally delicately brushed a strand of hair from your face, lingering his fingers on your skin that had somehow stayed smooth after everything you’d been through. He willed himself not to cry as Thomas called out for you, that it was time to take you back to enact the plan.

Gally was never good with words, that much was obvious. So, instead of expressing how much he would die inside if anything happened to you, he leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on your lips.

Gally cradled your face in his hands as he moved his lips against yours. The kiss definitely wasn’t as passionate as the ones before, but you still felt light headed from all the love that you felt radiating from him. But you couldn’t help but feel the kiss had a sense of sorrow, like he was never going to see you again. It was never Gally’s intention to make you feel that way, he just wanted you to feel loved.

“Y/N...” Thomas said sadly. “Time to go.”

You pulled away from Gally reluctantly, the sight of him looking more pitiful than ever with the hint of tears at the corner of his eyes, it broke your heart.

You tried to smile, but it only came out forced. “I’ll get this done, don’t you worry, Captain.” 

The nickname made Gally smile softly, he gave you one last kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Gal.”

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Stream Dreamy Nights by LilyPichu for feelz 😭

[hollyhomburg]

(reposted au- because i deleted it on accident)

(a special thanks to @atulipandarose without who i would literally be lost without <3 seriously you're a lifesaver)

 I have this little idea in my head where like hybrids are allowed to come into work with their owners. New company policy and at first Jungkook is like great! Awesome! He can bring you (a cute tiger hybrid or something like that) into work and you’ll just sit and play on your computer or your phone while Jungkook spends the day coding sometimes you’ll lean your head on his lap and just purr- all and all like his favorite way to work honestly you’re his favorite person.

And then things change when the coworkers who he’s had a crush on forever starts to pop by his office more to see you and Namjoon’s always been so self-assured with miles of dimples and honey skin that Jungkook daydreams about kissing

and his partner hoseok, jungkooks boss, is only worse for jungkooks concentration. He’s always being quietly dominant over Jungkook, pulling out his chair for him at meetings or bringing him a cup of coffee in the mornings in exchange for his hard work.

Both men have take sort of an interest in you, petting you and complementing the dress that Jungkook picked out for you today, and of course, you know about jungkooks crushes and send him a shameless smirk as you whine and scent mark them much to their chagrin and jungkooks expense- blush lighting all the way from his collar to his hairline.

you’re always rushing over yourself saying things like “oh you have to come to lunch with us! There is this awesome ramen place across the street That Jungkookie loves” and of course Jungkook just blushes when Namjoon and hoseok turn their eyes on him and say “of course we would love to if you don’t mind kookie” Namjoon teases while hoseok gives his partner a wink

and Jungkook pulling on your tail and hissing at you while the two man gather their coats to leave “why are you meddling baby?” And you just giving him a feline grin and saying “just getting you that date you’ve been wanting for the last 2 years kookie”

and of course like, maybe hoseok and namjoon have a hybrid of their own- maybe panther Jimin who growls the first time he meets you and goes full on possessive because you’re his mate and now he won’t let you out of his sight and won’t let you leave their apartment, and maybe Jungkook is all blushy and shy and namjoon and hoseok really don’t know what to do because like honestly Jimin isn’t like this normally and he’s not even close to his rut like at all, but because of that he sleeps over at hoseok and Namjoon’s penthouse and like- their relationship buds from there or something.

Okay slight addendum to this that was triggered by a comment from @kamen-tenshi!!

What if I stead of a tiger hybrid the reader is a house cat hybrid or even like a teacup variety like extra small and fluffy and cute and Jungkook found her when they were young and mad his parents adopt her and has always called her ‘catcat’ since he was small. And it’s kind of a cutesy nickname he has for her, when they cuddle at night when they kiss sleepy and drowsy in the morning's hands itching under clothes so that they can get even closer. Her tail twines around his wrist and she calls him ‘bunbun’ all the time.

And then maybe Namjoon and hoseok pick up on this and tease him about it too, but they just can’t resist how he always blushes whoever they call him bunbun too even though they’re kind of starting to date like imagine they’re all shy at first kinda spoiling both you and Jungkook.

And maybe like!!! What if we through tiger taehyung into this too, and say that like Namjoon and hoseok have grown to like expensive things and that means their hybrids, who are both bespoke exotic breeds, are both reflections of that as well as both being dominant alpha hybrids who are as possessive of their masters as their master are of them, though there is a fair amount of love in their relationship as well like- oh, sometimes when hoseok gets stressed out he’ll just get attacked by grooming tongues determined to get all the yucky smell of anxiety off of him and namjoon will just smile and set about making hot chocolate for the four of them and they’ll cuddle on the couch together until Hoseok starts to feel and look more like his in control self.

Of course it was because of their two hybrids that hoseok and namjoon made the new policy for a hybrid friendly work place, because while Jimin does have a fairly lucrative job working as a model for a luxury brand that has a special line for hybrids, taehyung doesn’t have the most enriching life and wants to come by more and see what they do when they leave the hybrids at home all day.

And at first- neither tae or Jimin go in to visit the company because like Jimin is suddenly busy with a photo shoot during the day but when they come home they’re both kind of curious because- what is that strange super sweet smell coating their humans necks? And why does it make both of their tails stand on end and goosebumps erupt on their forearms and tempt them to lick and bite wheerever you happen to have rubbed your sweet scent on that day. Like they might recognize jungkooks scent a little (kind of like oranges and cream- like a cream ice pop) but yours in just- intoxicating and might trigger a rut in both of them the verry first time they both smell it in hoseok and namjoon.

Both hoseok and namjoon put two and two togeather and reach the conclusion that your first irl meeting will probably be notable at least if their hybrids are already going crazy for just your scent- because seeing you irl is 100 times more sweet and they know that- Namjoon can’t resist giving you pets or scooping you up in a hug when he sees you by jungkooks desk, and hoseok is always stopping by for just a chirpy purr in delight from you, your head suddenly shooting up from jungkooks lap before you get up to greet hoseok on you tippy toes to rub a cheek against his neck. And he’ll just chuckle and run a hand though your hair while he asks Jungkook how the project is going, used to the way that cat hybrids both big and small greet people they like.

when Jimin and tae finally meet you it’s just after dinnner when the four of you come back to hoseok and Namjoon’s apartment a little tipsy Jimin and taehyung just pounce- literally on you. And the humans are kind of shocked and too drunk to handle it- and it’s not like Jungkook didn’t know that Jimin and taehyung didn’t exist like- he’s seen pictures and everything. But this, both of them cageing you in their tails swishing back and forth and both of them growling when you take a step back- your ears pinned back against your head- is exactly the opposite of what he’s expecting and all you have to do is whimper before Jungkook gets you out of there while hoseok snares both of their hybrids by the collar when they try to follow and namjoon apologizes profusely.

And of course, Jimin and taehyung are suddenly very interested in coming into work with Namjoon and hoseok, but they know enough to have Namjoon surpervise a lunch visit where you can all be formally introduced.

It progresses from careful sniffs to purrs as each of you get better reads on your scents as Namjoon and Jungkook enjoy an intimate lunch on the roof of the company, their hands brushing over the top of the table and both of them giggling as jimin moves his chair so he can sit closer to you and get one of your hands in both of his and Taehyung continues nuzzling his nose acros your neck until he gets to your ears and nibbles and both Jungkook and namjoon have enough sense to chide “be gentle tae” before they look at each other in suprise, blush, and giggle.

There are other moments where Namjoon mentions a vintage store and coffee shop that Jungkook is curious about, and takes you and Jungkook on a spontaneous not date- date where you and taehyung fall asleep in the window of the shop while Namjoon and jungkook sit closer than they should and Jungkook listens to Namjoon talk about his obscure interest in old fashion love letters his heart beating so rapidly as He recited his favorite at jungkooks urging and finds himself enraptured.

Later, Jungkook startled apart from him when hoseok stops by to meet them after a late board meeting. And you blush when hoseok stops to press a kiss to taehyungs forehead and then yours, Jimin cuddling up to your side before he even takes his jacket off to a suprised squeek as both the tiger and the panther start to lavish you in their scent (a process that they repeat on Jungkook when your two groups part later on)

And Jungkook dosent want to assume anything at first but then Namjoon and hoseok treat both you and Jungkook to like a spa day (because hoseok lowkey loves being pampered- and like he’s loaded because he owns the game development company that Jungkook works for as well as runs it) and he says “really just come with us, we have enough vouchers because Namjoon and I go like every week- it will be fun”

but like Jungkook has looked up the prices and they’re like- expensive af, but he lets Namjoon and hoseok take the two of you and Jungkook has to admit that it’s super lovely to see you all comefey and well cared for getting your nails done while another woman rubs a softening treatment into your ears. He watches Namjoon air next to you getting a facial, take a video of your purring for both of the larger cats that wait at home (who are both firmly against being wet for any prolonged period of time) but will enjoy the videos and squeal over their Mate being happy when he sends it to them.

“haha you know if you keep doing things like this for us you know where going to take it the wrong way right?” And jungkooks bashful and joking and looking down and he glances over, and all of a sudden hoseok is all infront of him and they’re both in like those robes you put on for the sauna and suddenly Jungkook realizes how undone hoseoks has gotten and hoseok has a hand on either side of jungkooks head and is leaning in close murmuring into jungkooks was

“what if we where trying to romance you? Trying to spoil you for as long as you let us,” hoseoks lips brush against jungkooks neck with his words and it feels almost as sensitive as it does every time you scent mark him but almost more...forbidden. “What would you say to that jungkookie? If we wanted to make both of you ours? Would you let us?” And Jungkook is bright red before hoseok pulls away and tells him to think it over.

Jungkook of course has to talk it over with you first but really, why wouldn’t you say yes?

adding a little bit to this! based off of an ask i got a few days ago, I got to thinking about like, Jimin and Tae and Hoseok and Joon bringing Jungkook and the reader to some fancy meet and greet for Jimin’s hybrid modeling line. Joon and hobi buy you a beautiful dress and a matching-ish tux for Jungkook and end up complementing both of you enough you tuck your face into Jungkooks shoulder and Jungkook just kinda- melts.

And some like fancy snow leopard hybrid who Jimin has modeled with before in the past drops a snide comment about the reader being too drab for him, like a housecat hybrid, with no pedigree and a mixed breed. a hybrid whose obviously not worthy of the two golden boys one of which is the highest paid hybrid model in the industry and both of which have immaculate pedigrees. The slur of “mutt” carries a heavyweight.

And Taehyung and Jimin just like- go a little feral and defensive, with a loud rippling growl and sudden gnashing of teeth, putting themselves in front of you before anyone has a chance to throw down some claws. The room goes still, and suddenly you crumple further under the weight of everyone's eyes, your tail wraps around your waist and you hide your face in Taehyungs wide shoulders.

The snow leopard hybrid’s owner is quick to step close and urge her to apologize to you, which you stutter and accept, much to the ire of Jimin’s and Taehyungs dark-eyed possessiveness. Before you know it you’re getting pulled to sit sideways in Taehyung’s lap his arms possessively wrapped around your waist, hand tightening on your hip and rubbing in a slow pull while jimin feeds you spoonfuls of creme Brule, both of them relaxing a little when you perk up a little, tail swishing, whining a little for more. you feel warm all over as Taehyung runs his hands up and over your arms and shoulders. especially since one hybrid feeding another hybrid is like- some sort of declaration that you will provide for them, one of those old fashion instinctual things that have long fallen out of fashion.

All the while, the humans get a little too drunk to be attentive to the drama that’s going on with their hybrids. Jungkook is all leaning into Namjoon’s shoulder and giggling while Hoseok’s hand tightens on his knee- and Jungkook will be all like- shocked because while the two men tend to be a little intense sometimes but they also make Jungkook laugh so much. There is never a moment that they’re not together where Jungkook isn’t smiling.

That night is probably like the first time he realizes just how happy Hoseok and Namjoon make him- but they’re not even like together yet. and it scares him really, how much he’s grown to depend on them- especially when maybe at the party Jungkook meets someone that used to be in his position- that both Namjoon and hoseok had dated before.

And maybe Jungkook starts to pull back- starts to worry about getting hurt like he has in the past, because Hoseok and Namjoon are together and they might not need Jungkook- there’s a nasty insecure voice inside of him planted there by people who didn’t treat Jungkook right that suspects he might just be a plaything for Hoseok and Namjoon- and it only takes a few days of Jungkook giving them wishy-washy responses and canceling on dinner once for Namjoon and hoseok to turn up in his apartment.

and when ask what’s wrong, plead with Jungkook to tell him what they did to set him off- what happened, he bursts into tears. and Jungkook feels like it might just be because he’s feeling like he’s coming down with a cold (has felt nauseous and headachey all day) or the fact that his computer crashed today at work and he lost a few days worth of coding. But all of a sudden it’s just too much and he holds out his arms for them.

and of course, Namjoon and hoseok spend the next few days taking care of Jungkook when he gets the flu, cooking him meals, and lying with him and stroking his back the few times he vomits. And it’s entirely unglamorous, Jungkook feels less than his best, and will no doubt look back on those days with no small amount of embarrassment. But they never stop looking at him with anything other than aching fondness and worry. And a few days later when you and Namjoon get sick as well, Jungkook and you go to stay at their apartment so that the hybrids and the humans can take care of both of you.

and maybe after that- you and Jungkook only go back to your apartment for one or two days a week- and move in with them.

(after a near death experience with this au i think i will turn it into something more lasting- maybe soon! idk! let me know what you think! 

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SuperM/WayV AU: 8th member

YinYin x SuperM/WayV/NCT

YinYin's back injury makes a rather abrupt appearance. 

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“Lucas! You’re up.”

YinYin glanced in the mirror, watching as her group mate walked over for his turn in front of the camera.

“What do you think they’ll have him do?” Taeil asked her. He was leaning against her dressing table, chatting as she finished having her makeup done.

“I don’t know. Flash his abs?” YinYin proposed. 

“I think the stylists forgot to give him a shirt.” Taeil laughed.

“He’s probably loving it.” YinYin smiled as the makeup artist moved away, letting her get up from the chair. 

They were doing the solo shots portion of a group photoshoot, and it was chaos with everyone there. They were all getting solo photos taken, some more standard ones and then some showing off their individual skills.

“You’d better get ready to bend yourself in half.” Taeil told her. “That’s probably going to be your special pose.”

“Urgh, I know.” YinYin tried to bend down and touch her toes. Her back had been feeling particularly tight for a few days, and even now, as she bent down to touch her toes, a sharp pain protested the movement.

“YinYin!”

“It’s my turn.” She stood, trying to stretch out.

She stepped onto the photo set, quickly getting into position. The first few minutes were just the standard photos, tilting her head, hand on her hip, normal posing type of stuff. She was wearing a pair of black dress pants and a black bandeau top. Her hair was up in a high pony tail, and she had red heels on her feet. Honestly the entire look felt very sleek and mature, and she was sure that the photos would look great.

“YinYin, can we get you with you leg in the air, like we showed in the meeting?” The shoot director asked.

“Are you alright to do that in heels?” Taeyong leaned around from where him and Johnny were looking at the monitor.

“Sure.” YinYin swallowed. “The heels won’t be a problem.”

It was true, the heels weren’t a problem. She couldn’t do flips in them, but any sort of standing position would be fine. The actual issue was going to be her back. She might have been hallucinating, but it felt like her back seized up a little at the thought of it.

“Right, ready?” She took a step back, bracing her right leg.

“Whenever you are.”

YinYin relaxed her face, and then kicked her left leg up behind her, reaching to grab it with her hands. For a split second, it was okay.

And then her back erupted in pain.

She dropped her leg, feeling her right leg crumple underneath her and she went down. She land on her side, trying to breathe through what felt like stabbing pains all through her back.

“See, I told you the heels weren’t a good idea.” Taeyong said. “Yin, you good?”

She didn’t respond. The edges of her vision felt fuzzy.

“Yinnie?” Johnny stood from his seat, stepping around the cameras. “Are you okay?”

YinYin tried to turn her head to look at him, and pain exploded down her back. Her vision was blinded by a white hot flash of excruciating pain, and she thought she heard a scream, but couldn’t tell if it was coming from her.

“Yinnie, Yinnie look at me.” She felt a hand on her waist - heard Taeyong’s voice next to her ear. “Yin, you have to tell us what’s happening.”

She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t form the words to respond.

“Liu Guanyin,” Kun was next to her, speaking in Chinese. “Just tell me where it hurts, okay?”

“My back.” She managed to choke out.

“It’s her back.” Kun translated. 

“Her back?” Taeyong seemed confused. “What’s wrong with her back?”

“It gets kind of sore, but she-”

“She was getting physiotherapy for it.” Jisung said. “She told me once, after she did a move and it hurt her.”

“Okay, okay,” Taeyong seemed to be thinking. “An ambulance will come and it will be fine. You’re going to be fine, Yinnie.”

“It hurts to breathe.” She said quietly, unsure of what language she was speaking. Every breath she took seemed to spark up another burst of pain. When she opened her eyes, she could see the floor and a bit of someone’s knee, but she was terrified of trying to move again.

“Yinnie?” A face descended into her line of vision, Lucas laying down on the floor so she could see him. “You’re okay?”

“No.” She said. Something wet got into her eye, and she realized she was crying.

“Help is coming, okay? You’re going to be okay.” He wiped her tears away.

YinYin felt like she couldn’t pull enough air into her lungs, and every breath she took just added to her pain. Of course she would be having a panic attack right now.

“I think I’m....” She searched for the words as her vision clouded over. “gonna...pass...” The world went dark.

“Yinnie!” Lucas tapped her cheek. “Yin?” He went to shake her shoulder, but Kun pushed him away. 

“Don’t move her, we don’t want to make anything worse.” Kun advised. “She’s going to be fine.”

The managers rushed in, leading the paramedics right to her, and they all took a step back as YinYin was put in a neck brace and strapped to a stretcher.

“Did you know she was getting treatment for her back?” Taeyong whispered to Kun.

Kun shrugged. “She’s an athlete. She’s always getting physio for something. I didn’t know there was something that wrong.”

“It’s from Weekly Idol.” Lucas said quietly, watching carefully as an oxygen was put on her face. “When they pushed her leg too far.”

“This is insane.” Taeyong pushed them back to let the stretcher wheel past. “How did no one realize?”

“She doesn’t exactly respond to pain like a normal person.” Lucas frowned. 

“She was screaming.” Kun’s heart dropped. “We need to....we need to meet her at the hospital.”

“I want to come to.” Lucas said quickly.

“Me too.”

Taeyong glanced around. All of the boys would be willing to go to the hospital, but 21 people was a lot for any hospital room to handle.

“I’ll go, with Lucas and Kun.” He decided. “And we’ll call you guys if something changes.”

“We’ll wait up.” Johnny nodded. “Go.”

They’d been at the hospital for a few hours, waiting as the doctors debated over what to do with YinYin. The three of them had been sitting in the hallway, looking up every time a doctor left the room.

“The news is out.” Kun said quietly, holding up a phone screen. “Someone from the photoshoot must have leaked it.”

“Let the company deal with it.” Lucas said. “That’s not really that important right now.”

“Exactly. I’m sure the company will-” Taeyong’s phone started to ring. “Sorry, I’ll just see who this is.”

He didn’t recognize the number, but he stood as he answered it, going to lean on the opposite wall.

“Hello?”

“Is this Taeyong?” It was a male voice, but Taeyong was becoming more and more certain that it was a sasaeng by the second.

“Um yes. Who is this? Because this really isn’t a good time.”

“Are you with Guanyin?” The guy asked. 

Taeyong blinked. “Uh, just give me one second.”

He covered the receiver, turning to talk to the others. “Who do we know who calls YinYin Guanyin?”

“Her parents?” Lucas offered.

Taeyong shook his head. “He sounds younger than that.”

“Is he Korean? I can’t think of anyone.”

Taeyong shrugged, going back to the phone. “Sorry, who am I speaking to?”

“Oh sorry, it’s Jeon Jungkook.”

Taeyong blinked twice. “Come again?”

“Jeon Jungkook. Listen, I got your number from Jaehyun but is Guanyin okay? He couldn’t give me a straight answer and said you’d know-”

“How do you know YinYin?”

“We’re dating.” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. “Is she alright?”

“I’ll be right back.” Taeyong turned again, covering the receiver.

“Either of you know anything about YinYin dating?”

Lucas and Kun both nodded.

“Yeah, for about a month now? Maybe more.”

“Why, is that her boyfriend?” Lucas exclaimed. “She still hasn’t told us who it is.”

“Right, well that’s probably because it’s a BTS member.”

“WHAT!”

Taeyong turned back to the phone.

“She’s with doctors right now. We don’t really know what’s happening.”

“But you guys are going to stay there with her? Or do you want me to-”

“It’s already kind of a media frenzy.” Taeyong advised. “But we’ll keep you posted?”

“Yes, please.” Jungkook sounded relieved. “This is my number, so just call or text me. And let me know if you guys need anything.”

“We will. Thank you.” Taeyong held up the phone.

Lucas snatched the phone, trying to identify the caller. “Who the hell is she dating?”

“I should probably let her tell you guys.” Taeyong took his phone back. “But she has a lot of-”

“Kwon Yerim?”

“Yes! That’s us!” Kun turned to the doctor as he stepped through the door. “Is she alright?”

“She has a micro-fracture to the spine. It would have been an issue in the long-term, but she re-broke it today.”

“What does that mean?” Taeyong asked.

“It’s actually a good thing.” The doctor explained. “It means that now we can brace it and let it heal properly. There will be a rest period, but there shouldn’t be any reason that she doesn’t make a full recovery.”

“Is she awake? Can we see her?”

“Of course. Go right ahead.”

They waited until the doctor and two nurses had filed out of the room, and then they hurried through the doors. 

YinYin was lying flat on her back, a brace around her middle. Her hair was still in the pony tail from the shoot, but she’d been changed into a hospital outfit. The shirt was rolled up to expose her stomach and the brace.

“How are you feeling?” Taeyong asked gently.

“Pretty good.” YinYin lifted her arm, showing off her IV. “They gave me pain meds.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us how bad your back was.” Kun poked her on the nose. “You scared us.”

“Sorry. I thought I had it handled.” She frowned. “I didn’t expect it to be so bad.”

“Well, you need to-”

“Whatever, her back is fine.” Lucas cut them off. “You want to tell us which member of BTS you’re dating?”

YinYin’s eyes widened. “How did you find out? Does the press know?”

“He phoned Taeyong to see how you were and he won’t tell us who it is. So now you have to, before I murder you.” Lucas informed her.

“Oh, it’s Jungkook.” She looked at Taeyong. “He called?”

“Yeah. He was worried so you should call him when you-”

“You have been dating him for a month and we’re just finding out now?” Lucas exclaimed. “He drove a red sports car to pick you up and you didn’t tell me who it was?”

“It didn’t seem important.” YinYin shrugged, and then winced. “Ow.”

“I hope it hurts. I can’t believe you kept this secret from me.” Lucas sat down at the foot of the bed, and smacked her leg. 

“Let’s talk about why he calls you by your full name.” Kun laughed. “That’s adorable.”

“I am in the hospital right now and you guys want to talk about my boyfriend?”

“Yes.” Lucas and Kun said together.

Taeyong cleared his throat. “I know my Chinese isn’t the best, but it sounded like he kind of pronounced it wrong?”

YinYin smiled. “Yeah, he’s horrible at it. But he doesn’t know that so don’t tell him.”

“I’m so mad at you.” Lucas smacked her again. “You have a boyfriend that is completely out of your league and you didn’t tell me. How dare you call yourself my best friend?”

“Hey, she’s out of his league.” Kun protested.

“And I’ve never said I was your best friend.” YinYin shook her head. 

“Whatever, can you just ask him if I can drive his car?”

YinYin turned her head to look at Taeyong. “Can you please make it stop? I’m sick and in the hospital and they’re bullying me.”

Taeyong shook his head with a smile. “I want to see the car too.”

[akitsune-lune]

a lukewarm defence of Blossomfall

or: How I learned to stop worrying and love the IvyBlossom

Hi there. Do you have a minute to talk about Blossomfall?

My goal here

Analyse Blossomfall’s behaviour in OOTS. Clear up misconceptions and aim to change people’s minds regarding the relationship between Millie, Briar, n Blossom, as well as making a case for IvyBlossom not in fact being A Toxic Evil Ship Propagated by Abuse Apologists. This is going to be an extremely long post and hopefully THE Blossomfall Defence Post. Fly, my pretties, share it around, this took so long.

1: The Text

let’s go over everything single thing Blossomfall has done in OOTS so that there’s no way for us to be in disagreement over what she’s done. It’s gonna take a while. This will be everything vaguely important to Blossomfall’s character, but not including shit like characters noticing Blossompaw sitting with her mentor or whatever. You are free to ctrl-f “Blossom” your way through all of OOTS to see if I’m cherry picking passages for my clever scheme to make everyone think about Blossomfall. (spoilers, I’m not)

Fourth Apprentice:

Literally nothing of note. Just filling in random background bits.

Fading Echoes:

P.68 This is pretty much our first look at Blossomfall. She squabbles with her littermates and maybe has a crush on Toadstep.

P.128 next is our first interaction between Ivypaw and Blossompaw. Ivypaw thinks Dovepaw is getting special treatment, and Blossompaw disagrees.

P.149 And a first interaction between Millie and Blossompaw. Blossompaw jumps onto the Great Oak and hurts herself, then Millie fusses over her. This is a pretty good set-up for showing Millie to be a bit of an overbearing mother and no spoilers, but if Millie’s attention suddenly vanished, you could imagine that would leave Blossompaw off-kilter.

P.174 Now we have an antagonistic interaction between Ivypaw and Blossompaw; Blossompaw is rude and thoughtless and it plays directly to Ivypaw’s deepest insecurities. Throughout the assessment, Blossompaw treats her like she’s useless.

P.235 A quick acknowledgement of Briarlight’s siblings cheering for her

P.248 another moment of sisterly affection between them

P.258 The first mention of Thornclaw in relation to Blossomfall. I’ve heard it cited as evidence of Thorn/Blossom set-up, which... seems like a stretch, but maybe.

P.361 And to round out Fading Echoes we get Ivypaw and Blossomfall working together in battle, and Blossomfall being appreciative of Ivypaw’s abilities.

Night Whispers:

P.33 The very first moment of Blossomfall in Night Whispers is an in-text, explicit acknowledgement that Blossomfall and Ivypaw have put their previous quarrels to rest. After that, (P.111) we get a quick moment of Ivypaw and Blossomfall talking like chill Clanmates, which might further support that their previous animosity is gone.

P.114 We get another instance of Blossomfall complimenting Ivypaw, then an exchange which leads Ivypaw to think No wonder Hawkfrost doesn’t visit [Blossomfall’s] dreams.

P.143 After that, we hear Millie bemoaning how her daughter’s life is meaningless now, followed by

P.143 Which would imply that Bumblestripe and Blossomfall would take issue with how Millie talks about Briarlight and her life.

P.327 another moment of Blossomfall showing concern for her littermates, and that rounds off book 3 of OOTS.

Sign of the Moon:

P.178 Blossomfall is now training in the Dark Forest and Ivypool is very upset by it, later thinking ThunderClan cats are loyal.

P.179-180 In Blossomfall’s first training exercise in the Dark Forest, Ivypool interferes and risks punishment to save Blossomfall from injury.

P.181 Blossomfall is ungrateful, but Ivypool doesn’t really react to her remark.

Next, Ivypool wants to speak with Blossomfall about her training in the Dark Forest. Before she has the chance, however, Blossomfall’s old mentor Hazeltail notices that Blossomfall is injured and tries to draw Millie’s attention to it.

P.273 This is our first hint that Millie has something to do with Blossomfall’s training in the Dark Forest. I’d like to point out that it’s Millie ignoring her and not Briarlight that provokes the anger from Blossomfall.

P.276 Twofold - First, Blossomfall doesn’t jump to Thornclaw’s defence when Ivypool calls him bossy, rather she agrees. Blossomfall also rebuffs Ivypool’s efforts to check on her.

P.277 Next, we have Ivypool pushing further, and Blossomfall seems edgy. Ivypool expresses more concern in her head and is scared for Blossomfall.

Now we have the big scene. Ivypool and Blossomfall go exploring in the tunnels and Blossomfall’s character finally gets her moment.

P.279 Blossomfall makes a remark about losing the use of her legs, which could be interpreted multiple ways, a dark joke about what happened to Briarlight, jealousy over the attention that her sister’s condition has resulted in, etc

P.312-313 Now we cut to the heart of the matter. Blossomfall doesn’t even know if Millie loves her anymore.

P.313 “I hate myself for feeling jealous of Briarlight. I can’t help what I feel, and that proves I’m not a good cat.” Because of jealousy and attention-seeking urges, Blossomfall has decided that she’s a bad person and deserves to go to the Dark Forest.

P.313-314

P.323 Then they get back to camp after having been missing for several hours and after Blossomfall has been injured, and Millie lectures her.

P.323 and then there’s the nail in the coffin. I’d also like to draw attention to the fact that Blossomfall doesn’t lash out. She just accepts Millie’s lack of concern for her and her lecturing, while relying on the Dark Forest for validation. She especially is never shown to lash out at Briarlight. That’s the end of Sign of the Moon.

The Forgotten Warrior:

P.247 In book 5, Blossomfall is shown to be again antagonistic, though this time toward Dovewing, and very protective of her littermates, in a negative light this time. This is pretty much the only moment of note for Blossomfall in the whole book.

The Last Hope:

P.67 Now we get the magnum opus of Blossomfall and Thornclaw being chummy and Lionblaze misinterpreting this as meaning they’re going to end up as mates, then realizing it’s actually because they’re training in the Dark Forest together. This is the third time Blossomfall and Thornclaw have been mentioned in the same sentence, and the first time they’ve ever interacted with each other. It’s the first time where they’ve been explicitly friendly; the first BlossomThorn moment was a mention of Thornclaw’s mannerisms rubbing off on Blossomfall and the second was Blossomfall indirectly calling Thornclaw bossy. This is why I say with relative confidence, BlossomThorn in AVoS was not planned in OOTS. Our ‘evidence’ is

Blossomfall thinks he’s bossy

Blossomfall imitated him once

They’re friends because they trained in the Dark Forest together

She has a similar number of moments with Mousewhisker and Toadstep, but I haven’t included them other than the very first moment with Blossomfall because those aren’t the ships that end up canonized. Even with Toadstep, Bumblepaw explicitly says that she’s mooning over him, which is far more indication of future romance than BlossomThorn gets.

ADDITIONALLY in the reprinted version of The Last Hope...

He’s replaced with Mousewhisker! Which knocks BlossomThorn mentions in canon down to just two, only one of which is at least neutral, and they never even interact before she’s nursing his kits! *screm* Erins WHY?

and uh... that’s actually about it for Blossomfall’s moments in Last Hope. She’s lumped in with Mousewhisker, Birchfall, etc with Ivypool and ThunderClan trying to track them down and make sure they don’t fight for the DF, etc, and then she doesn’t, n book ends.

Alright let’s analyse some data.

2: The relationship between Ivy/Blossom

It's toxic and unneeded- just because it's not heterosexual it doesn't mean it's healthy. Blossomfall bullied Ivypool for almost the entire first half of OotS, and just because she supported Ivy once it doesn't mean that they're friends. It means they've moved on and forgiven each other.

Forum post on January 14th, 2019

Alright, I’ve heard some crazy shit about BlossomIvy and I’m here to tell you, forget it. You don’t have to ship them, but if you’re gonna call them toxic, I’m gonna call you full of shit.

Ivypaw and Blossompaw’s first big conflict is during Blossompaw’s assessment, at which point she calls Ivypaw a bad hunter and Ivypaw gets upset. Now pay close attention, folks! This is the only time Blossompaw and Ivypaw argue before Blossomfall starts training in the Dark Forest. After this, once Ivypaw has been training in the Dark Forest, Blossomfall compliments her on her skills and the text explicitly suggests that now Ivypaw and Blossomfall have ‘put their quarrels behind them.’ After that, once Blossomfall begins training in the Dark Forest, Ivypool intervenes on her behalf to save her from injury and is called out by Brokenstar. Blossomfall is ungrateful, but Ivypool shows no regret for helping her.

Then we get the big moment between them in the tunnels. Blossomfall, after being injured, asks Ivypool if she thinks Millie will miss her. Ivypool realizes why Blossomfall is training in the Dark Forest, and Blossomfall confesses that she knows that the Dark Forest is bad news but feels that she deserves to go there because she’s a bad person (cat?).

Something I want to pay special mention to is the fact that Blossomfall is confessing all of this to Ivypool rather than any other main character, because they understand each other. Whether or not you like the ship, it is an undeniable fact that Blossomfall and Ivypool have a great deal of common ground.

They were both taken advantage of by the Dark Forest because of their jealousy over their sisters, they both know that the Dark Forest is up to no good but don’t leave it, and they both acknowledge in no uncertain terms that they’re jealous of cats that would also want something that they themselves have--in Blossomfall’s case, her able body, and in Ivypool’s, her lack of super-powers and involvement in the prophecy. Blossomfall and Ivypool can relate to and understand each other on a level that they cannot their other Clanmates.

Blossompaw and Ivypaw have a moment of animosity in Night Whispers, when Blossompaw says Ivypaw is a bad hunter and that she’d prefer Dovepaw, and Ivypaw is very upset. Then later, again, we get an in-text acknowledgement from another character that Blossomfall and Ivypaw have put their quarrels behind them. After Blossomfall’s assessment, she and Ivypaw only have friendly or neutral interactions. The next time they argue is when Blossomfall joins the Dark Forest, is out of her depth, and Ivypool intervenes to save her. Blossomfall argues that she can take care of herself and Ivypool thinks she’s full of it, but doesn’t push the point.

Then later, they have a bit of an antagonistic interaction where Ivypool is scared that Blossomfall is making the wrong choice by training in the Dark Forest and wants to help her, while Blossomfall rejects her help.

And then of course, the big scene. Blossomfall admits her deepest fear, that Millie no longer loves her, to Ivypool, and Ivypool immediately understands, thinking of her own jealousy of Dovewing.

That’s pretty much a summary of the evolution of the BlossomIvy relationship. For all you visual learners, here’s a handy chart

It’s hardly scientific, but arguing that Blossomfall and Ivypool don’t move from antagonistic to emotionally vulnerable with each other would be a hard stance to take given the sharp difference between the argument during the assessment and the conversation in the tunnels. Even when Blossomfall is telling Ivypool that she can take care of herself after Ivypool saves her from Ratscar, it doesn’t necessitate an interpretation of them as hostile--it can be read as either “I don’t want your help” OR “I can take care of myself” the latter of which invites a lot of classic romance tropes.

If you don’t read their relationship as potentially romantic, they still go from not understanding each other to understanding each other the best out of any other cat in their Clan. That’s a pretty significant development (especially for Warriors oof) so even if you still think Blossomfall is a brat or spoiled or emotionally stunted because of her jealousy of Briarlight, the text shows that Ivypool and Blossomfall at least have the potential to be extremely close friends and confidantes.

And if you DO read their relationship as potentially romantic, first of all welcome to the club, here’s your club-sanctioned hat and waterbottle with an engraved picture of em, and second of all, it’s really not a stretch. Again, they have a great deal of common ground. Blossomfall tells Ivypool her deepest insecurity and Ivypool understands. She doesn’t lecture Blossomfall and disagrees when Blossomfall says that she’s a bad cat. Despite not having a whole lot to go on, what we do have 100% shows them trusting and understanding each other.

Overall, what I want to argue is that THE BlossomIvy argument in Night Whispers is absolutely not enough to write them off as toxic; in fact, it later shows how much their relationship has developed. Additionally, it’s not just some random ship where we picked two she-cats out of a hat and then made a bunch of fan art; they have a legit connection, whether or not you think they have chemistry or are a better ship than say, FernIvy. They are in similar enough situations that they’re able to sympathize with each other more than Lionblaze, Jayfeather, Bumblestripe, Toadstep (?) or any other important cat in their lives can. That’s a helluva lot more to go off of than just “they trained in the Dark Forest together” or “they’re friendly sometimes” like we have for other major ships for the two of them. (Let me also explictly say that I’m not trying to argue that BlossomIvy is more canon than BlossomThorn and FernIvy, because no shit--the latter two have kits and are canonically mates. I’m just arguing over what makes most sense and who would work best as a pair)

3: Blossomfall’s family

Here’s the other major point of Blossomfall’s character; her relationship with her sister and her mother. Let’s answer a few questions. Is Millie actually ignoring Blossomfall or is Blossomfall being unreasonable? Does it matter if Millie is neglecting Blossomfall and should Blossomfall be self-sufficient as an adult? How does Blossomfall’s jealousy of Briarlight affect Briarlight herself, and what is Blossomfall’s relationship with her littermates? How does Blossomfall react to Millie’s perceived neglect?

And we’ll knock em off one by one:

Q: Is Millie actually neglecting Blossomfall or is Blossomfall being unreasonable?

A: This isn’t an easy question to answer. There are arguments to be made on both sides; Blossomfall is a young adult by the time Briarlight is injured (around 18 if you use my AU lol) and therefore probably shouldn’t require her mother’s constant attention. On the other hand, Millie is shown to be very attentive to her children and very concerned when they’re hurt or potentially going to be hurt (149, Fading Echoes). After Briarlight becomes disabled, Millie’s concern for Blossomfall vanishes. Blossomfall is injured training in the Dark Forest (and let  me point out that Blossomfall is not the one who seeks out her mother’s attention; Hazeltail does it on her behalf) and Millie doesn’t care. (273, Sign of the Moon) Later in Sign of the Moon, Blossomfall has hit her head pretty hard and turns up after hours of being missing and Millie’s reaction is to chastise her for not hunting on Briarlight’s behalf. It’s sharply contrasted in-text with how Whitewing reacts to Ivypool, who hasn’t even been hurt. (323, Sign of the Moon) This is a pretty definitive display of how Millie does not care about her other daughter’s well-being anymore. If you’re thinking, “Well, Blossomfall was being irresponsible by running off into the tunnels, so she’s not innocent here” I agree, however let me employ my good friend Extremely Detailed Metaphor to explain why Millie isn’t either.

Let’s put this in terms of a human situation; a high school AU, if you will. I’ll paint a picture; it’s mid-winter, Sunday night. Blossomfall, her mother, and her sister Briarlight, live on a block where everyone is expected to shovel the snow in front of their house. Briarlight and Blossomfall get to school by walking to the bus stop at the end of the street. Millie tells Blossomfall to shovel the snow outside of their house that night so that Briarlight will be able to get to school on Monday in her wheelchair.

Instead, Blossomfall goes to a party, gets drunk, tries to drive herself home, gets into a car accident, and gets a concussion. Millie arrives at the hospital and, without making sure Blossomfall is okay, goes off at Blossomfall, telling her that she should have shovelled the entire block instead of going out to party.

Now, we’re once again in a situation where Blossomfall has been irresponsible, Millie is putting unreasonable expectations on her other daughter out of pity for Briarlight, and Millie is unconcerned about Blossomfall’s well-being. Unquestionably, Blossomfall did the wrong thing by going to a party/exploring the tunnels. BUT. That does not excuse Millie’s reaction. Millie is justified in being upset that Blossomfall is shirking her responsibilities, but not even bothering to find out how seriously she’s been injured is appalling behaviour from a previously-attentive mother. And you don’t need to take my word for it; from Whitewing and Brackenfur’s reactions, it’s obvious that no one thinks Millie is behaving in an acceptable fashion. She blatantly disregards Blossomfall’s well-being.

Seriously, I know it’s a pretty dire accusation, but with both examples of Blossomfall being injured post-Briarlight-injury and Millie either ignoring her or lecturing her, I don’t really know what other conclusion can be drawn. And let’s not villanize Millie utterly; Graystripe gets absolutely no mention in any instance despite being their father, so ??? what’s up with him. Overall, though, Blossomfall is not making up shit. There is literally no example post-Briarlight-injury of Millie showing concern for Blossomfall, only ever ignoring or admonishing her.

Q: Does it matter if Millie is neglecting Blossomfall and should Blossomfall be self-sufficient as an adult?

A: Again, not an easy question to answer. This is highly subjective, but if an adult’s mother suddenly lost all concern for their well-being, I’d argue that would be pretty damn destructive to that adult’s self-esteem. When you turn 18 or become a warrior, you don’t magically become self-sufficient and totally independent from your family, no matter what Warriors wants to tell you lmao. Those relationships are still very important, particularly for Blossomfall since as I’ll argue later, one of the most consistent points of her character is that she is extremely family-oriented. To go from her mother fussing over her and always being concerned for her health to her mother giving less than a shit about her when she gets lost and injured... I don’t care if she’s technically an adult. It’s not about her being attention-seeking or childish, it’s about her being completely cut off from one of the main relationships in her support system for no fault of her own. It does matter if Millie no longer cares about her daughter, whether or not the daughter in question is 16 or 18, an apprentice or a warrior. Blossomfall has lost an important relationship in her life, and it does a big hit to her self-esteem.

Q: How does Blossomfall’s jealousy of Briarlight affect Briarlight herself, and what is Blossomfall’s relationship with her littermates?

A: Oh good, an easy one at last. First, Blossomfall doesn’t blame Briarlight. She blames Millie. Second, Blossomfall is only ever shown to be loving and caring toward her sister. Third, (again) the most consistent thing about Blossomfall is that she puts her family first. The first two points can be supported in tandem; if Blossomfall truly blamed Briarlight for Millie’s disregard of Blossom, then why are all her interactions with her sister warm and loving? Very unfortunately, we don’t have many interactions between Briar and Blossom of any kind post-Briar-injury, but Blossomfall and her brother are the first to cheer for her at Briarlight’s ceremony (235, Fading Echoes) and Blossomfall eagerly brings fresh-kill to share with Briarlight (248, Fading Echoes). Later, Dovewing and Poppyfrost overhear one of Millie’s little monologues about how Briarlight’s life is ruined and Poppyfrost remarks that it’s a good thing Bumblestripe and Blossomfall didn’t overhear her. Draw your own conclusions, but to my understanding, this is a pretty plain demonstration that “Millie thinks Briarlight’s life is ruined and Bumblestripe and Blossomfall vehemently disagree, to the point at which they would start a big argument with their mother over that point” is common knowledge in ThunderClan. (143, Night Whispers)

Time and time again, Blossomfall loves and supports her sister. There’s no instance of Blossomfall putting the blame of Millie’s behaviour on Briarlight, only on Millie herself. In the big moment in the tunnel, Blossomfall doesn’t say “Do you think Briarlight would happy if I died and she got all Millie’s attention to herself?” she says “Do you think Millie would miss me?” followed by “I can’t bear seeing [Briarlight] suffer.” (312-313, Sign of the Moon) It’s not about Briarlight. She loves her sister and at the same time, cannot help being jealous of her, because it’s about Millie’s attention.

Finally, Blossomfall’s family is incredibly important to her. She and her littermates are continuously used for Dovepaw to angst about how she and Ivypaw are no longer close. For example, we get Blossomfall fretting over both of her siblings (327, Night Whispers), then Blossomfall being petty and upset because Bumblestripe chose to train with Dovewing instead of her and Bumblestripe dismissed her as being ridiculous (247, Forgotten Warrior). I’m not saying Blossomfall was in the right, there, but it does show Blossomfall’s devotion to her family and her expectation that her littermates do the same. There are also all of the above examples of them cheering at Briarlight’s ceremony, Blossomfall bringing fresh-kill to share with Briarlight, and the implication that Blossomfall and Bumblestripe would object to the way that Millie talks about Briarlight.

Q: How does Blossomfall react to Millie’s perceived neglect?

A: Another fairly easy one. Blossomfall puts on a front of not caring. When Millie admonishes her for daring to get lost and hurt, Blossomfall doesn’t lash out at her mother, much less Briarlight. She never fights back, she doesn’t tell her mother that she’s being callous and neglectful, she accepts it silently and then tells Ivypool, verbatim, “Whatever. This is just the way that it is now.” She rolls over and accepts it, as much as it hurts her, and the Dark Forest takes advantage of that unresolved pain. (323, Sign of the Moon)

Even earlier in Sign of the Moon, when Blossomfall has just begun training in the Dark Forest (suggesting she has been ignored by Millie long enough that the Dark Forest has been able to draw her in) she wakes up injured and Hazeltail notices. Blossomfall brushes it off, which I would infer is because she’s adjusted to her pain and injury being ignored but you can read as an isolated incident if you really want to, but Hazeltail insists on bringing Millie’s attention to it. Millie dismisses it and Blossomfall is angry, but silent, which again, I would infer is because that’s what Blossomfall expected from Millie and is hurt to have her expectation confirmed (273, Sign of the Moon). This can’t be read as an isolated incident, because Blossomfall is already training in the Dark Forest, therefore Millie has been ignoring her for a while now.

4: Is Blossomfall a bad person?

In conclusion, no.

Blossomfall is upset when her mother stops caring about her well-being and believes that she deserves to go to the Dark Forest because of her jealousy over her sister (313, Sign of the Moon). I’m not saying that her self-hatred means she’s a good person, but it’s obvious that she wouldn’t choose jealousy if she had the option to not feel this way.

Critically, what I want people to take away from this, is that Blossomfall, like all of us, doesn’t have complete control over how she feels. She cannot choose to wake up and simply not be jealous of her sister and be fine with her mother’s indifference to her well-being. She believes that feeling this way makes her a bad person and would, of course, change if she could. The only thing that is within Blossomfall’s control is how she reacts to her jealousy and hurt. And the way that she reacts is by taking it out on herself, by training in the Dark Forest, and by mentally beating herself up for feelings outside of her control. There is not a single example of her lashing out at Millie, or god forbid her sister Briarlight. She is silent in the face of Millie’s bad treatment of her and supportive and loving of Briarlight. Self-hatred is of course, not a virtue, but our society prefers it to harming others.

That’s why I can say with confidence: Blossomfall is a good person, if prone to occasional self-hatred, pettiness, and thoughtlessness. Those are not flaws that make someone evil, just normal and struggling. She is not perfect and completely loveable, but she is not toxic, or spoiled, or unreasonable. She’s just a person who has been hurt by others’ behaviour and punishes herself for things outside of her control. She loves her family, tries to take care of herself, and doesn’t always perform perfectly.

Thanks for reading. I hope you’re at least thinking a little more about previously formed opinions on Blossomfall and that we all continue to read critically in the future.

End note: So why did I call this a lukewarm defence, anyway? Other than making reference to one of my favourite video essayists, Blossomfall is a complex cat often misunderstood by the fandom, but she’s also a shithead. Post-OOTS, she’s pretty unequivocally a kitty-racist. But she’s also Thornclaw’s wife, so it’s not like that’s the only way her character gets yanked out of its previous characterization for the convenience of the plot. Consider this a defence of Blossomfall in Omen of the Stars by a person who would rather pretend she died just after it and A Vision of Shadows (and later books) has another character in her place. I’m not interested in debating Blossomfall’s behaviour post-OOTS. She’s bad, whatever, but don’t smear the good name of her character development in OOTS.

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guess who just learned a whole lot about burns for a smut fic

it me.

so anyway now i have Ideas about how clone medics would treat blaster burns and they Definitely aren’t all going to make it into the fic because the blaster burn is honestly supposed to be an excuse for one character to undress the other

TW: burns, description of how severe burns affect the body (clinical, not graphic) and burn treatment

So, let’s assume that damage from a blaster bolt is basically a burn that is very small in terms of surface area, and whose depth depends on whether or not it was a direct hit, any armor you were wearing, the power of the blaster, etc. So you get 3rd and 4th degree burns that are like an inch square, which you don’t really see in the real world that often. I think any blaster bolt that comes into contact with a person is going to inflict AT LEAST a third degree burn (which means the epidermis and dermis are destroyed, basically the whole thickness of the skin), but usually would be deeper (4th degree), destroying muscle and bone and whatever else is in there. You’d only get away with a second degree burn if the blaster bolt just skimmed you and didn’t actually hit. Skin around the blaster wound would be white or black.

A skimming shot (2nd degree burn) would actually be the most painful, because once you get to 3rd and 4th degree burns, the nerve endings are destroyed so you don’t feel any pain. Which means that when you get shot with a full-power blaster bolt, you might feel a momentary flash of pain, but then nothing, and if the shot doesn’t immediately down you, you’d probably just keep going, and you might not even notice. Which. Imagine the angst potential of a clone trooper being shot 3 or 4 times and just. not knowing. Clone troopers who keep fighting despite being riddled with blaster bolts, right up until they collapse dead, never even knowing they were shot. Oof.

On the other hand, a weaker shot, say, one that hit a weak point in your armor or came from an underpowered blaster, might dissipate slightly on contact, meaning you’d still get the deep wound that wouldn’t hurt, but there’d be a small area of 3rd and 2nd degree burn around the opening, which would hurt like hell. A painful blaster wound would be a good sign, since it means it isn’t as deep.

Treating blaster burns wouldn’t be quite like real-world burn treatment, because real-world burns, especially severe 3rd and 4th degree burns, tend to cover a lot more surface area of the body than a blaster bolt would, because the things that tend to burn you that badly are not tiny and focused like a blaster bolt. Which means a blaster wound is probably less lethal than severe 4th degree burns, so yay for that i guess. Bacta patches, as well as the ability to cover the entire wound site easily without risking damage to delicate tissue, would greatly reduce the risk of infection.

Treatment involves excision (removal) of dead tissue, and usually for 3rd degree burns, skin grafts. 4th degree burns tend to need amputation- but I’m not sure if that would apply in a situation where the burn is deep but very small- instead of burning your fingers down to the bones (don’t go look at the wikipedia article for burns unless you want to see that), it’s just one small area of your body, with living tissue all around it. And since Star Wars has Magic Healing Juice, clone medics probably don’t need to go around performing amputations on everyone who gets shot in a limb. 

I think that burn treatment in the Clone Wars would be somewhat like this:

-in the field, slap a big ol’ bacta patch on it, to protect the wound and help stabilize the patient until further treatment can be performed (bacta would help the body handle the sudden physical trauma, as well as actively fight off any infectious microorganisms). Most blaster burns would probably heal okay with just a bacta patch (see: Rex on Saleucami), but really won’t heal properly without actual treatment. (Although Rex seemed to be just fine the next day, despite the nerve damage that immobilized his arm. My personal theory is that Kix used some sort of mega bacta patch, a step up from the standard. The little blinky lights on it indicate that it has electric components for some reason, so my interpretation is that somehow that bacta patch has Extra Features (tm) that allow it to regenerate nerves)

-once there is more time, the patient can be treated for reals. Removal of dead tissue could be accomplished by a medic with a scalpel, but it would also be interesting if there was a patch or ointment of some kind which was applied to a wound which would just, dissolve the dead tissue without damaging the surrounding tissue. Perhaps it involves some sort of microbe. Sort of like those tanks of tiny fish you stick your feet in and they nibble all the dead skin off your toes? Like that, but microscopic and for wound care. 

-the medic would then apply a burn patch, which is essentially a specialized bacta patch. The patch not only applies bacta to the wound, but also contains a pre-generated skin graft, so that as the wound heals, it incorporates the skin tissue from the patch into the healing wound site. The patch is not meant to be removed or replaced. Eventually, once the wound is healed, the top layer of the bacta patch is shed like dead skin flaking off a sunburn. These patches were developed specifically for the GAR, and can only be used on clones, since the skin tissue is generated from clone stem cells. The burn patches greatly speed up and improve burn treatment, since clone medics don’t have to go back in later and perform a skin graft, and subsequently monitor the healing of two wound sites, which would greatly increase the chance of infection. 

-Nerve regeneration does not always occur with the standard burn patches, and if it does, is not always complete or perfect. Many clones, therefore, have small numb patches at the sites of old blaster wounds. They may also suffer chronic cutaneous pain at those sites. Unlike in the real world, treatment for this would exist, but would not be available to clone troopers since clone trooper healthcare sucks.

-Nerve-regenerating treatments, like Rex received on Saleucami, are expensive, and are only used when the nerve damage is severe enough to be disabling (e.g. Rex’s arm). The special patches are particularly costly, and normally Kix would have waited until Rex was back in the medbay in order to apply a slightly less costly treatment for his nerve damage, but since they weren’t able to transport Rex and had to treat him in the field, and the nerve-regeneration treatments become less effective the longer treatment is delayed, Kix used the Mega-Healing Patch right away. 

-so post-engagement med-bays would have the following procedure: blaster wound patients who are well enough to move on their own (which is more of them than you might expect, since they’re not bleeding out or immobilized by pain), would line up in the med-bay, probably along a wall or in a designated area. Medical techs would go around, removing armor and blacks around wound sites and cleaning the area with water. They would then apply debriding ointment (the dead-tissue-eating stuff), and move on to the next patient while the microscopic pedicure fishes do their jobs. The patient would be checked every ten minutes or so to see if the ointment has finished removing all of the dead tissue. I think it would be cool if the ointment fizzed as it worked, due to the microorganisms releasing gasses as they metabolize dead tissue, and once the ointment stops fizzing, you know it’s done.

 Once that is done, the ointment is gently removed, and a burn patch is applied. The patient is assessed for further treatment, paperwork is filled out, painkillers given if the wound is less severe (and therefore painful), and the trooper is free to go. Troopers would probably be talking to each other and cracking jokes, singing songs, or complaining about being bored. Most of them aren’t even in pain. Medics aren’t at all reluctant to physically hogtie a trooper to prevent them from moving since it’s easy to forget that you’re wounded and start roughhousing with your brothers.

-improperly treated blaster wounds, i.e. ones that only received a bacta patch instead of a burn patch, would take much longer to heal, would leave a more noticeable scar, and would cause the skin and muscle of the healing wound to contract, which could be painful and limit mobility, depending on the location of the wound.

-which is why it is common practice to check your squad-mates for blaster wounds they may have missed after engagements, and it’s not uncommon for a medic to menacingly track you down like “I know you got shot, i saw it happen, now get your ass into my med bay before i write you up for clinical stupidity”

so ANYWAY there’s my Clone Wars Medical Headcanon of the day, happy new year. I’m going to go back to writing my smut and if anyone can guess the pairing i will be VERY impressed

MORE under the cut because i fell down a bit of a rabbit hole lol

OKAY so dehydration is a big concern with burns because the skin is what retains fluid and severe burns obviously damage your skin. Fluid leaks from the burn area, since the skin is no longer present to contain it, and this leads to loss of electrolytes and dehydration, and can be lethal. From my brief google foray, it seems that it wouldn’t be a huge concern for blaster wounds, since the surface area that is burned is very small. However, multiple blaster wounds would probably be dangerously dehydrating. Clone troopers in standard blaster wound treatment (i.e. the guys sitting around bored while the debriding ointment fizzes) are probably fine with oral rehydration, meaning that someone shoves a bottle of rehydration formula at them and makes them drink it while they wait. 

Patients with more severe blaster wounds are probably kept hydrated intravenously.

There are also potential complications during or after wound healing that are very interesting! Fluids continue to leak from damaged tissue while the wound is healing, and if the surface heals before the deep tissue, can lead to edema (basically, accumulation of fluid in body tissue) can occur. Edemas get worse with rehydration. If the wound doesn’t heal quite right, it can form a compartment, which is a closed space of muscle tissue, nerves, and blood vessels, surrounded by a fascia, which doesn’t stretch. If fluid is leaking into the compartment, the pressure can compress capillaries and nerves, which is called compartment syndrome. Troopers would be told to look out for the symptoms after they are released from medbay. Symptoms include:

-severe pain, out of proportion to the wound, which does not respond to pain medication

-paleness of skin

-weakness or, in severe cases, paralysis of limb

-prolonged capillary refill time (takes a long time for capillaries to refill with blood)

This would have to be surgically treated. 

3rd degree burns in real life can take months or years to heal. Due to Star Wars Advanced Healing Juice, and clone trooper genetic enhancements allowing them to heal faster than standard humans, this time is reduced to weeks or even days (again, see Rex on Saleucami). 

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to mating season with their human!mate who doesn’t know they are werewolves

warnings: strong language, smut, dirty talk, oppa kink, unprotected sex, impregnating, bondage, slight possessive behaviour

a/n: again not linked to the other reactions, some of them are wearing contact lenses to hide their changing orbs so their s/o doesn’t recognize

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ kim hong joong ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

As Hong Joong was a alpha the mating season really had a strong effect on him linked to the goal to bear strong pups for a future leader. You being his human mate and totally unaware of your boyfriend‘s ability to change into a wolf and being more sensitive wondered why he again avoided you this time of the year. It happened the last two years, too. You just thought it was a phase where he had to work a lot and simply didn’t have much time left, also not sleeping at home but in an apartment closer to his work, much to your dismay.

The problem was, extacly in this time you also felt different. You endured much more mood swings and missed him a lot. Also your craving for that one thing put you on edge. As soon as you tried to give Hong Joong the signals that you wanted to become private with him he immediately resisted your flirting and left with the most hilarious excuses.

Since two weeks Hong Joong thought your heat ended by now and decided to settle in with you again. Late night he worked downstairs in his office when he heard your little moanings. Gripping the papers tight his eyes closed without his intention and he felt the growing bulge in his pants that ached painfully against the material.

Fucking shit.

His body moved on his own when he followed the small sinful sounds upstairs to your shared bedroom. A delicious smell filled the corridor and he stopped in front of the door. Meantime you were shamelessly touching yourself totally unaware of the werewolf behind the door that listened to his mate.

„Fffuckkk, ngahhh... Jooooong!“

It was just too much for him by now, knuckles going white at how strong his grip was on the door handle. He literally threw the door open with so much force that had you jumping up very shocked. Besides the embarrassment of being caught pleasuring yourself something intrigued you definitely more... Hong Joong‘s eyes weren’t their normal color but changed into a deep golden.

„I could only resist this much...“

▂▂▂▂▂▂ park seong hwa ▂▂▂▂▂▂

Seong Hwa has always been a controlled wolf with a high will to protect you at all costs so he also tended to leave you in mating season. It wasn’t a secret that you were probably a little clingy to your tall boyfriend, always happy when he came home or picked you up from somewhere. Your favorite place was in his lap and arms, Seong Hwa would lie if he denied that he didn’t like it, too. Of course you were his little angel and he didn’t want you to be scared of his real nature, well, that’s why he didn’t tell you about it.

Unfortunately mating season was the most painful experience for him within the year, because you being whiny and so desperate cried the whole time he left you alone. He felt bad, his animal instinct telling him he should make you feel better especially because you didn’t know why you felt this way...

It all changed when he he received a call from you that you had hurt yourself and couldn’t move. Seong Hwa immediately panicked at the thought of you being injured and drove to your house as fast as he could.

„Y/N?! Where are you, angel?!“ He searched every room for your form but when he opened the door to your bedroom he knew you tricked him.

„Oppa, I missed you...“ There you were placed on your knees on the fluffy blankets a pink lace lingerie decorating your curves and inviting Seong Hwa to just take you here and now.

„Y/N...“ Oh no, he felt his wolf urging him to do something and closed his eyes to concentrate on anything other than your sweet arousal that was dripping down your thighs. How desperate have you been to be this wet already? He’s such a bad mate...

„Pl - please, I am begging you! Take care of me... I miss you so much and my body is burning it - it‘s almost painful!“

You started sobbing in front of him, this definitely was enough. He took a hold of himself and emerged your form with confident steps.

„I am so sorry, angel... Oppa is never going to leave you like this anymore.“

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ jeong yun ho ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

Yun Ho usually was a very happy and positive person in every matters and when it came to your heat he really had his fun. Usually he tried to wear contact lenses in your presence and preferred to only pleasure you the whole season. This way he wasn’t able to lose control so easily because when you were satisfied in your needs his urge to let his wolf take control faltered.

Again this time he didn’t have problems with hiding his secret by to eating you out on the kitchen table when in real you just wanted to prepare the breakfast together. What he definitely didn’t plan were your next words.

„Yun Ho! Oh my gosh, y - you are sooo good in this! Ahhh...“

Of course he was, everytime he used the opportunity to try out new techniques and he enjoyed it maybe a little bit too much waiting for your reactions because of flicking his tongue in another way. And you tasted so good, the best dish for a good morning. Your needy moans and flinches only pushed him further to do his best and let him enjoyingly hum at your sensitive bud.

It was expected that the oral sensation you were receiving couldn’t date you forever... so after feeling your third orgasm coming through you knew something more had to be done.

„Yun Ho, I - I want you...“ His eyes widened at your unsteady statement and he pulled away from your entrance licking his lips off your digits in the process. He looked to the ground an debated.

Come on... only this time! Look at our beautiful girl! She needs our dick!

Stupid wolf, but maybe now the right time was?

„Yun Ho! Please, do something!“

„Shhh, Y/N. You really want this, huh?“ You nodded dizzily at him still feeling the sparklings of your orgsam.

„Huh, then use your words and I will give you everything you want!“

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ song min gi ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

To be honest, Min Gi became exceptionally frustrated at mating season. It wasn’t easy for him to refrain his outgoing mate, because you indeed had to endure heat pulsings that were enormous. He already asked his friends about their human mates and how they coped with the situation. But he knew you weren’t like the other girls and needed a special treatment.

To say it bluntly, you became a brat during mating season and Min Gi was clearly sick of holding back to fuck some sense into you. Eventually his wolf was exhausted after some time and Min Gi had to bondage you to the bed because you just didn’t stop grabbing his cock and kissing his neck.

„Why are you like this?! What man let’s his girl hang on when she’s needy? Since three weeks you’re avoiding me! Now let me free and I will just find a guy in a bar tonight!“

Another man touching his mate? How delusional of her. Of course you didn’t really meant it but mates could be easily triggered also if you were human. Your sexual frustration made it to a point where touching yourself wouldn’t help anymore.

„Say that again.“ Min Gi leaned over your sweaty form on the bed and heavy breaths left his mouth. You could swear you saw a slight growth of his teeth but pushed away the thought immediately when he screamed at you.

„SAY THAT AGAIN!“

„Min - I didn’t mean to - “

„Little brat! It’s time to punish you for being so disrespectful!“

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ kang yeo sang ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

Yeo Sang was quite shocked his mate turned out to be human knowing exactly what that meant for his primal instincts. He didn’t know how the first season with you would turn out but he didn’t want to hurt you at all costs. Wolves could be quite violent during sex and especially their heat with their partners so he sticked to getting out of your sight everytime he could make out the gorgeous scent of your body like some of the others did with their own human mates. Usually Yeo Sang managed to skillfully change into his wolf and run back to his pack where he would be safe from your eyes. You on the other hand found yourself often searching the house for your missing boyfriend sometimes only finding a quick note from him.

Today you already awakened with sticky clothes to your body exactly knowing it was this strange time of the season again. It happened regularly throughout the year you thought Yeo Sang looked especially cute or even hot, only a little eye blink with his beautiful lashes letting a chill run down your spine.

Watching him deliciously eating his pasta you couldn’t stop thinking about how his lips would feel on your body but you knew he acted different this morning, too, meaning nothing good for your desires...

You carefully stood up pretending to get something from the kitchen when you made a swift move and landed on his lap. He layed down his fork and looked at the wall ignoring you hard.

„Sangie...“

„I am not in the mood.“

He pushed you off and ran to the bathroom and closed the door. You followed him slightly pissed and banged against the door yelling his name and asking what the fuck was wrong with him again. You heard some shuffling and then nothing?

„Yeo Sang? What’s wrong?“ You could’ve swear the window was open so you speeded outside to look for yourself and indeed it was. Your anger raised and so your heat. Something nudged against your leg und you tripped over and screamed fully at the large creature over your form.

„Oh my god! Please don’t eat me!“ You shielded yourself on the ground with your arms in front of you and just hoped it would leave you by. But instead it neared you and whimpered a little bit. You peeked our of your arms and gasped.

„Huh? A wolf?“ Yeo Sang couldn’t just run away when he smelled your heat in the forest and knew it became stronger by making you angry. In this form his wolf had a stronger will and his sense just doubled themselves making it unable to ignore your sweet fragrance and aura.

The bond pushed you to the wolf although you were totally scared but when you looked into his eyes something seemed familiar...

„S - sangie...?“

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ choi san ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

San didn’t hold back during mating season because your and his cravings for each other were natural for him. The only thing he was afraid of was the fact one day he had to tell you that he was a werewolf, at least when you would bear your first child for him and someday it would change in front of her eyes.

Anytime you got into heat the two of you nearly never left the house jumping on eachother all the time. He honestly tried to give you hints that he wasn’t like you at all. You just thought he was a beast in bed with all the growling and biting in your neck eyes always watery and mind blissful because of the high pleasure he gave you.

„Y/N! Baby, look at me! I want to see your pretty eyes when I am pumping my pups into you!“ Well, you thought he was kinky. Nothing more...

„Y - you’re wearing contacts lenses t - day? Ahh, fuck, San!“

He pounded endlessly into you holding your knees up with his warm hands in a tight grip. Sweat tickled down his forehead and already wettened his hair. He smirked, grunts leaving his parted lips and licking them at the sight of his mate in front of him. She was totally defenseless in his arms just like he wanted it.

Suddenly he stopped and leaned down to catch her questioning eyes with his.

„Look at me, those are not lenses.“

Just when he thought you would get the hint after some time of thinking and hard breathing passed you lifted one eyebrow.

„Oh shut up little delulu - now continue I was so clooooose!“

Maybe not this time, bro...

▂▂▂▂▂▂ jung woo young ▂▂▂▂▂▂

Woo Young loved your behavior in heat and so did his wolf. You often wear the most sinful lingerie for him and acted like a needy cat for your mate. He didn’t need to smell or feel your changing in demeanor to know mating season began and it definitely was the best time of the year for him. But you, too, didn’t know your boyfriend was unhuman, and he liked to keep it like that. He didn’t really was afraid you would find out but he put so much effort into the relationship to not let you find out about the destined pull it could destroy a lot.

As Woo Young was a quite sneaky and playful boy he found a good solution to let his wolf take control during the sex and to hide his secret. You just thought he had a really dominant phase once or twice a year and already looked forward when the play time came by again.

His best strategy to fuck you at night: turn the lights out and have you screaming his name until you didn’t thought about the marks all over you body the next day again, or at day time: his favorite thing to cuff your wrists and put on a blindfold.

You were to distracted by his sinful touches and praises to think about the fact this felt like a fifty shades scenario and you didn’t need to be embarrassed about your and Woo Young‘s kinky behavior because your boyfriend tended to exaggerate things more like you.

This one night you could remember he seemed to have put on orange looking contact lenses and pretended to be a ‚werewolf‘, it seemed like he put much effort into the costume as he really had something animalistic back then.

„My mate...“

„Oh god, fuck right there Woo Young! Deeper!“

„Tell me you’re mine!“

„I - I am yours Woo! Only yours, forever!“

You screamed out his name multiple times as he skillfully reached and penetrated the sweet spot deep inside you already poking against your womb. Woo Young could only chuckle at your naivety but also was thankful for it. Like this, he could keep his act on a long time without having to miss any little thing of a good mating season.

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ choi jong ho ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

It wasn’t surprising Jong Ho received a quite intelligent mate from the moon goddess and he had to admit he enjoyed watching you trying to figure out his unnatural strength and senses also like your own feelings.

It started with telling him you felt a much deeper love like for him like you ever did for your ex-boyfriends before and that she knew he was someone really special for her. The wolve‘s heart swelled at your words and confession but also he felt a little bad for not telling you the truth.

In private he called you his ‚soulmate‘ which you found utterly cute but Jong Ho knew it meant so much more. He wanted to help you to find out for yourself what he was and why you felt so different at mating season living through the most embarrassing cravings that you tried to hide from him.

He didn’t think it would be so hot to see you struggling because of his presence and he was just too good in hiding his own desire from you making everything really hard.

When you sat inside the big library of his and his friend‘s mansion you came across a book about mystic creatures. You blushed at the next words not daring to read any further when suddenly the door sprung open.

Jong Ho smelled your arousal outside in the garden and couldn’t resist to look after what caused your sudden hotness. He stood behind you and read the sinful things you just read on his own. He made a move to put you on his lap and stroked your hair with comforting motions.

„Why don’t you read it out loud?“ You shivered at his husky voice and wished you could get out of this situation.

„Th - the mating season makes both male and female mate craving and earning for the sexual release through their partners and...“

„And?“

„Jong Ho... this cannot be real right?“

A moan left your lips when he pressed a light kiss on your shaking lips and his eyes turned into a rich golden color.

[ltleflrt]

So I was having a conversation on Discord about omegaverse tonight, and my brain won’t shut up about it, because as usual I come up with my arguments after the discussion is over.  I should have been asleep 3 hours ago, but it’s hot and I can’t unwind, so I’m going to stay up EVEN LATER while the a/c brings things down a few degrees, and I try to get these thoughts out of my head.

I was pro-omegaverse, and trying to explain why *I personally* like the genre, and why I think even with it’s problematic origins and frequently used elements, it’s still a cool genre.  I was essentially having 2 discussions, but they were both using my answers to their questions, even though I was usually addressing them 1 at a time.  That happens when you’re in a Discord chat, and I wasn’t @ing my answers to them, since we were all in the room together.  And I think that cunfuddled the discussion and my thoughts.  So here’s a breakdown.

Issue 1. Biological Essentialism is gross and rapey.

Answer:  Yes, it is.  But so what?  Some people like pure rape-fantasy.  Is it healthy?  That can be argued either way, and it definitely depends on the person writing, or the person reading.  People like gross and rapey stories to get their rocks off.  Whether we like non-con or not, rape fics should be allowed to exist because some people like it.  It doesn’t matter if I think their reasons are valid.  As long as they’re not actively trying to harm someone, let people get down and dirty with their rapey fantasies.

Also, the whole biological imperative to mate isn’t that far off from Soulmate AUs.  Truemates = Soulmates.  Whether we like Soulmate AUs or not, are we also arguing that they shouldn’t exist because they’re problematic?  No, we’re not.  Soulmate AUs are romantic for a lot of people.  Let people have their uncomplicated, fluffy, 1 Destined Love stories.

Something to keep in mind though, is that not all omegaverse fics use the true mate trope.  And quite a lot of fics have characters with a lot more self control during their mating cycles than what you’d find in the short smutty one shots.  It’s common for them to avoid each other during heats, and only share their mating cycle as an act of love, trust, and devotion.  After they’ve been dating for a while.  (I love it when the alpha brings over snacks and water for the omega, and immediately hightails it out of there once they get a whiff of their sexy love interest.  “Take care of yourself, text me when you feel better, loveyoubye! *nyoooom*”)

Issue 2. It’s transphobic.

Answer:  This one is harder to argue, because yeah.  It can be.  But so can non-omegaverse.  Transphobia is, unfortunately, everywhere.  Exploring human gender through non-human gendered beings isn’t a bad thing though.  Cis people should be allowed to explore those things too.  This is step 1 to fighting the Patriarchy.  Questioning it.  Someone may come out of the experience still cis, but they’re going to be more open minded to trans people.  Not to mention, all the trans and enby folks who probably figured themselves out through the gender exploration to be found in omegaverse.

Now, if someone’s into omegaverse and they tell you they won’t read a story about a trans character?  Red flag.

Personally, I like the gender exploration in omegaverse.  Not just in the hormonal stuff, although I do kinda love the idea of seeing cis male characters suffer cramps once a month lol... but I like the stuff about social inequality that women have to go through mapped onto a male character.

I brought this up in the chat, and my use of the term “women’s issues” raised a terfy flag I think, which upset me and made it harder to make my point.  Cuz if there’s one thing I’m not, it’s terfy.  But I do see women’s issues as also trans issues.  Trans Men are treated differently after they start to present as male.  There’s a marked difference between their treatment as a woman pre-transition, and as a man afterwards.  And they still have to be really careful about accidental pregnancy.  I cannot fathom how awful the dysphoria would be for them if they get pregnant.  Trans Women are treated horribly pre-transition if they give any hint of feminine interests.  There’s a reason “girly” is an insult, and it’s because Toxic Masculinity Is The Worst.  And then when they transition?  Hooooboy, gods bless those ladies because Trans Women are treated worse than Cis Women on the social pyramid.  And Enbies?  Oh you sweet things, how the hell do you deal with the rest of us bastards? 

When I say that I am interested in seeing the characters I like deal with women’s issues, I am talking about social inequality, not just periods and cramps (although that a little bit too, because I wish a cis man could just fucking UNDERSTAND why I need a goddamn nap okay? lol), but also sexual health rights, including birth control, including the right to choose whether or not to take hormones, the right to equal pay, the right to equal education.  Feminism, for me, includes trans and enby folks at the table. 

But anyway, the characters I like right now just happen to be men.  I see Dean as a man.  That could mean he’s a trans man too, because trans men are men, yo.  Castiel I see either as a man or non-binary.  So if I want to put them through “women’s issues”, I have to plunk them in a special universe for that.  No one is writing Matriarchy AUs, so Omegaverse it is!

(Side note: If my OTP were f/f, I’d still like omegaverse.  And I could see lots of interesting ways to use all those same tropes for 2 female presenting characters.  So it has nothing to do with genitalia.  Unless it’s smut.  But I swing all the ways, so still not an issue for me lol)

(Side note part deux: I like to read trans stories too.  They have unique things about them that cannot be found in stories about cis characters, even in omegaverse.  And when I see Dean and Cas as men or enby, I’m not putting down people who like them gender flipped.  I just see myself enjoying Trans Woman Claire dating Enby Kaia, more than I’d like to see Dean or Cas written as cis/trans-women.)

Issue 3.  Internalized misogyny!

Answer: This is an argument used against women shipping m/m in general, and has nothing to do with omegaverse.  It just so happens that omegaverse was created for m/m pairings.  But there are TONS of reasons we ship more m/m than any other pairings, ranging from those are the most interesting characters presented to us, to--yes--internalized misogyny.  But I’m tired of that one.  Internalized misogyny is rampant, and telling women that their fantasies are problematic isn’t going to cure them.  There’s better ways to go about it. 

Omegaverse now covers m/f and f/f pairings as well, sooooo... yeah, this one just doesn’t hold water like it used to.  We just need to yoink the media out of the hands of the cis-men who are mostly in charge, and make them give us more compelling women to ship.

Issue 4: That’s not how human bodies work.

Answer: They’re not human lol!  Okay but real talk here.  This issue actually sounds transphobic to me, because it strikes very close to the XX vs XY chromosomes argument.  Omegaverse characters have intersex variations.  Alpha females and Omega males can have both a penis and a vagina in some fics.  It depends on how the author wants to write it, of course.  I usually go with the (horrifying) cloaca for omega males, and the (hyena inspired) psueudo-penis for alpha females instead, but to each writer their own lol

But again... not human.  Let wet buttholes be a thing, lube is expensive and sometimes the bottle gets tangled in the sheets, and you have to stop what you’re doing to find it and... anyway, convenience in fantasy sex is nice lol

In Conclusion: 

Personally, I only like non-traditional omegaverse.  The stuff that subverts the “problematic” tropes.  I was asked what I liked about the genre, and when I explained, it devolved into discussion of the topics above.  But I think what was forgotten in that discussion, was that I kept saying I don’t like the “problematic” things.  I like flipping the tropes.  Which I like in general, when I’m looking for things to read.  I mean, how many Castiel Thinks He’s Straight fics are there?  Not many!  So I wrote one!  Because flipping tropes is my jam! 

I don’t like Soulmate AUs, but with the proper twist I can still enjoy it.  I don’t like Highschool AUs, but I’ve read some that touched me so deeply I still think of them years later.  There’s always someone subverting the tropes I don’t like and turning them into something I do like.

And yet even though I kept saying I liked the subversion of the genre, the discussion kept coming back around to the parts of omegaverse that I *don’t* like.  I will still defend anyone’s right to like the parts of it that aren’t for me though, so I argued away XD

And? Sometimes I like the dark problematic stuff when I’m in the mood to get my rocks off.  Don’t judge, you’re all a little weird in some way or another ;D

Anywho, now that I got this stuff off my chest, hopefully I can sleep.  It has also cooled down by like 4 degrees, and I no longer feel like I’m going to melt in my sleep.  Tomorrow is going to suck, because I have to get up in 5 hours.  Yay!

[ijustwant2write]

Sweet Boy-Bonnie Gold x Reader x Finn Shelby

(GIF credit to @aintthatakick)

Summary: Since Finn and (Y/N) split, she has been desperate to leave the Shelby business, it's awkward seeing his face everyday; however, there is one face she doesn't mind seeing. Though Finn starts to feel an intense jealousy.

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Reader, Finn Shelby x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, guns, threatening, arguing

(A/N: I wouldn't mind making another part or turning this into a series)

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'Honestly, I don't understand how you can be in the same room as him' my friends would say. 'How are you not ripping that girl's hands off him?' and 'Don't let it get to you, he misses you just as much as you miss him'.

Bullshit, utter and complete bullshit.

Never trust a Shelby. I had been warned, even by my own family, but I didn't listen. Finn and I had a connection, something had pulled him and I closer. Both of us just as innocent as each other, people had said we were the cutest pair, young lovers who had no idea of the cruel world around them. Well, that beautiful image was smashed as we grew older.

They say that when you find your soul mate, you'll just know. That's what I thought I felt when I laid eyes on the youngest Shelby. Perhaps I was just naive, maybe even bored, or I was jealous of the fact that most of my friends were in sturdy relationships and I wasn't. Nevertheless, he was the one to chat me up, and I was the one who flirted back. Never did I think we would break up, it just hadn't seemed possible, especially after being in a relationship for just over a year. It almost felt like I was locked in, not in a bad way, but I had gone through a lot with Finn and his family; breaking up with him made me realise how much I had left behind for Finn, and it angered me.

"(Y/N) there's no point going in there." Michael sighed, not even looking at me as he spoke, too focused on the papers in front of him.

"Tommy must understand! Why would he still keep me around if I'm no longer dating his brother? It was a favour from Finn for me to work here, and that's only because my parents kicked me out!"

"Because you're a good employee and he won't bother running around for new ones."

I groaned, flopping back into the chair adjacent to him."It's so awkward!"

"It's been over two months since you split right? You're almost twenty one. I'm sure you can survive seeing your ex."

"Everyday for practically the rest of my life?"

He finally lifted his eyes from the paper, dropping the pen and leaning back in his chair. But as he opened his mouth to speak, I heard Tommy's voice outside the door. Springing to my feet, I walked as I quick as I could in my heels to catch up with him.

"Mr Shelby!" I grabbed his attention before he opened his office door.

Slowly turning around, his general non-expressive face looking at me."Yes (Y/N)?"

"May we speak in your office?"

"No."

I refrained from scoffing."It's more of a personal matter that I need-"

"You can schedule an appointment if you wish, but I'm a very busy man. So speak now or wait another two weeks."

I couldn't help the huff that escaped my nostrils."I wanted to speak to you about resigning."

He started to show a little interest."Resigning? Why?"

"You know why."

"(Y/N), what you and Finn had was in the past. Everyone has moved on and forgotten. And it's not like its effecting your work."

"I know sir but-"

"And I can't afford to lose another member of staff at the moment."

"Why?"

"Cause Lottie has only gone and got herself knocked up. Got in a terrible state about it. So I need you here."

"Yes Mr Shelby."

He was about to enter his office when he froze, speaking over his shoulder."Actually, I need you to do something for me this afternoon."

"Yes sir?"

"There will be important documents delivered here this afternoon. I need to you collect them and bring them to the Garrison."

"Shouldn't you be getting one of the lads to get them?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, a warning sign.

"Yes sir, I can do that."

"Good."

Tommy never asked me to leave the shop. I was always the one to stay behind; whether that meant he trusted me or just wanted to make sure I was out of the way, I had always accepted it. No special treatment for Finn's girlfriend. But if there were files needed at the Garrison, that definitely meant something more than drinking was going to be happening. Why didn't he want one of the lads going out to get it? Or just to wait for it himself? I hadn't quite learned that you couldn't question Thomas Shelby, he looked at the world in his own way, and we all had to follow suit.

For some unknown reason, I could feel an uneasy sensation deep in my stomach, as if my instincts were warning me of something. I put it down to being upset that I was still having to see Finn everyday, though I willed myself to forget about him. There would be times where I thought I was over him, but something would remind me of a special moment; we were each others firsts for practically everything, that meant a lot to me. Time ticked by ever so quickly, so fast that I found one of the junior peakys handing over the mentioned documents already.

"Take it straight to Tommy, yeah?" he had mumbled.

I nodded, grabbing my coat and handbag to head out. Of course, every ounce of me wanted to see what these documents entailed. Were they the plans to one of Tommy's great schemes? Perhaps secrets he had collected to blackmail someone with? Most likely they were a jumble of numbers that made little to no sense to me, and it was part of a business move of Tommy's. There might have been a poor businessman sat with Tommy, discussing some sort of proposition that Tommy would throw completely out the window for his own benefit. Once at the doors, I knocked out if politeness, letting myself in when no one replied.

In the middle of the room was a table, sat at it was Tommy, Arthur and their guest opposite them, their back to me. Men surrounded them, obviously there to keep guard. I saw our lot, Finn, Isaiah and Bonnie, amongst others. There was no  one else in the pub, making my footsteps louder than what they should have been. Silently I walked over, handing the files to Tommy.

"You didn't mention anyone else joining, let alone a woman." the man grumbled, ignoring the way I glared at him.

"We didn't establish who would be present at the beginning. She was merely delivering these files for me. They're essential to this meeting."

I stayed still, not sure whether to stay or go, or to wait for some sort of instruction.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" the man snapped at me."You can go now."

Tommy put out the cigarette he had been using, eyebrows furrowed."Don't speak to my employees like that. She does what I say."

"Then you tell her to leave."

"(Y/N), you will stay until these documents are signed, understand?" his head slowly tilted upwards, watching as I nodded.

"This is bullshit, I'm not signing anything!"

"Yes you will." Arthur smirked.

"These documents state that you will give us sixty percent of what your company earns, as a debt to us. Oh, and so that we don't release those pictures we spoke of." Tommy calmly stated, reaching into his blazer to get a pen, though the opposition misinterpreted that as a threat.

Guns were pulled out on either side, Bonnie quickly grabbed me, pulling me behind him; my hands gripped onto his arm holding me back. My eyes were wide with terror, anyone could open fire, and I had little to no defence. Tommy and the man intensely stared at each other. He groaned before raising his hand, signalling to stand down. They lowered their guns, our men slowly doing the same. I hadn't let go of Bonnie still to frightened. As the documents were signed, Bonnie held me closer, still keeping me behind him.

"There, it's signed. Are we finished here?"

"Steady your horses mate, we're not done with you yet." Arthur leaned back in his chair.

"Bonnie, take (Y/N) back to the shop. These are to be put away somewhere safe." Tommy instructed, handing me the documents back in their envelope.

"Yes sir." I said, allowing Bonnie to lead me out of the Garrison.

We walked in silence for a few minutes, waiting to get further away from the pub. Bonnie gently put his arm on my back as I hugged the papers to my chest.

"You alright?" he asked.

"Yeah." I squeaked out."Just haven't been around guns in a while."

He said nothing back, still walking with me to the shop. As we arrived, he pulled out a chair for me.

"Here, let me take those from you, before you give yourself a nasty papercut."

Bonnie prised the documents from my hands, laying them on the desk beside us. He knelt down next to me, that lovely smile still on his face.

"I'll be fine, honestly."

I felt him looking at me, causing me to blush under his stare. Polly quickly broke the trance.

"What happened?"

I waved my hand dissmissively."No one is hurt. Just boys playing with their toys."

"Of course they pulled their guns out. You alright?"

"Yeah, just scared me a little."

"That's cause our Finn didn't expose you to those things, just like I taught him to." Polly casually stated as she took the documents.

I had tensed up at her comment, Bonnie noticed this."Someome as lovely as you shouldn't be exposed to that anyway."

Unable to hide a smile, I thanked him for escorting me. With a cheeky grin, he bowed his head in respect, the peaky cap staying firmly on. He looked less like a gypsy boy now, the only way you could tell was one was from his carefree personality. He was different from the other lads, he didn't want to grow up so fast, he didn't want to be part of some big business plan; he wanted to box. That was it.

"Shame Tommy has a grasp on him, eh?" Lizzie suddenly spoke.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw her approaching me. She sighed as she sat in the chair next to mine.

"He would have been such a lovely boy."

"Since when do lovely boys box for a living?"

"You can't deny it. He's the sweetest of them all."

"Yeah, now he is."

"Now? Oh, you're referring to the baby of the family."

"Finn's changed. Always knew he would be like his brothers, just wished I was wrong for once."

Lizzie chuckled."You're better out of it darling."

"I'm not exactly out of the life though am I?"

"No, suppose not. But us girls have to stick together, right? Men aren't the important things in life."

"Well I know that now."

The rest of the day seemed to continue as normal, no one batted an eyelid over whatever illegal (or maybe they were legal) plans Tommy had just completed; a usual day in the office. When I began packing up my things, coat in hand ready to walk out, we heard the men coming back, their loud shouts and laughter being heard from the end of the street. A few minutes later, they disturbed the quiet, and I saw Lizzie and Polly roll their eyes, making me giggle.

"How you feeling?" Bonnie suddenly appeared beside me as I put on my coat.

"Oh, uh, fine thank you." I simply replied.

"Good, good." he tucked his hands into his trouser pockets.

A silence hung in the air, I wasn't sure whether to leave or stay."So....how did the rest of the meeting go?"

"Fine. The man practically pissed himself."

"Wouldn't expect any less from the Peaky Blinders."

"Still strange to think that I'm actually a blinder myself."

"Yeah, it is actually. Seems like only yesterday you walked in here, the cock of the walk, telling us all about your boxing dreams."

"Well those dreams are a reality now. Actually, I was going to ask you something-"

"Bonnie!" Finn called out, his tone harsh."Come on, let's get going."

"Where we going?"

"Out."

"Where-"

"Stop asking fucking questions, let's go."

Bonnie turned his head back to me."We're not on duty anymore, we're probably going drinking."

"Not to be rude, but I don't really want to hang around with my ex."

"Oh, course not."

"Bon!"

"Maybe just us two sometime, yeah?"

Taken back by his question, I could only nod, looking like a fool. With that lovely smile, he sauntered back to the boys, though I didn't miss the glare on Finn's face, directed towards Bonnie before landing on me. Giving him a blank face back, I watched them walk out, giving it a few minutes before leaving myself.

Bonnie's P. O. V

Finn was pissed, though he had no reason to be. (Y/N) was his ex, he was the one who lost her, he was the one that claimed he didn't need to be tied down to any women at the moment, he liked his whores too much. (Y/N) didn't deserve that, she was a smart, beautiful woman, Finn was too dumb to see what he had lost.

"What the fuck was that about?" Finn snapped as we walked through the streets, Isaiah stood in between us.

"What?"

"You know what."

"I'm allowed to speak to (Y/N), and she's allowed to speak to other men."

"That wasn't speaking, that was flirting."

"So? I'm a natural flirt."

"You did that on purpose!"

Finn was getting more and more worked up, his pale skin turning red. But he didn't scare me, he was a scrawny lad, one punch and he was a goner.

"And what the fuck are you going to do about it?" I stopped walking.

"Come on guys, enough." Isaiah tried to stop what was about to be a nasty argument.

"The fuck you talking about?" Finn was quieter.

"Well, tell me what you'll do then. What's going to happen to me in your jealous rage?"

He advanced towards me."I'm not jealous!"

"Then why are you so upset? I was just talking to her, you two broke up."

"It's only been two months."

"She doesn't seem bothered."

I knew that would get under his skin, and I felt bad as soon as the words slipped out.

"I know she doesn't! That's the fucking problem."

"Finn mate, if you don't want me going with her then-"

"Why would you do that anyway?! You're supposed to be my mate, you don't date your friend's ex."

"Yeah, it is a little low." Isaiah added.

"Well," I thought carefully about my next words,"what if I told you both that I really liked her? She isn't someone I want to mess around with."

"I'd still saying fucking no! How awkward would that be, seeing my best mate with my ex?"

"Don't you think it's awkward for her too? Having to work for your brother, technically work for you too?"

Finn scoffed, turning away from me. Isaiah sighed, stepping between us.

"Look, why don't we just go get some drinks, eh? Forget about this whole thing?"

"No Is, we can't just forget this."

I groaned at Finn."Come on! You left her! You didn't love her!"

"I do!"

"Do?"

"I mean did. I did love her."

"Right. I'll see you lads tomorrow." I spun on my heel, heading in the opposite direction.

"You're headed to her house!"

"I don't even know where she lives!" I lied.

"Bonnie, don't you dare ask her out!"

"Fuck off Finn."

It felt stupid to fight over a girl, even though that girl was (Y/N). I didn't want to fall out with Finn, he had become a good mate of mine. But this was ridiculous. It was obvious that he still had feelings for her, though I couldn't be sure if they had resurfaced because of me or whether he truly still loved her. However, I wasn't one to be told what to do (unless my father or Tommy instructed me), especially from someone younger and more immature than me. If I wanted to do this, then I was going to.

I saw her blue coat, her hair tied up in a bun, her usual handbag swinging on her elbow. She was about to enter her block of flats, a dirty, old place she moved to after the split. She hated it, but never expressed it, she was too stubborn to let Finn know she was sad.

"(Y/N)!" I shouted, causing her to flinch.

"Bonnie?"

"Sorry," I breathed out as I caught up to her,"didn't meant to scare you."

"That's alright. What you doing in my part of the town?" she smiled, and I almost forgot what I was going to say.

"About us going for some drinks."

"Oh, I really don't want to go if Finn's there-"

"No, he won't be."

"So who will be there?"

"Just us two."

[zmediaoutlet]

Hey I'm super intrigued by your halmanverse stuff (just finished reading your most recent mpreg fic and also timelapse and also the omegaverse explanation post) but I'm still kinda confused, maybe because I'm in general already overthinking gender like 95% of the time. I have a lot of questions but mainly I was wondering what specific differences you imagine between halman Dean and male Dean? Mostly physical/presentation-wise, but also in terms of personality/emotion/emotional expression/etc?

oh wow, I’m glad you’re interested! (and even went back to that ancient post! bro!) I related to the overthinking part--I’m not that interested in gender qua gender but I am super interested in trying to figure out how a three-sexed civilization might actually work, and what gender expression results from there, etc etc. It’s a conundrum! My friend can attest to the hours I’ve spent moaning and flailing over how tf fashion would even work, much less everything else. But--it’s easier to think about if we start from a few basic premises:

1. I don’t want to write it as a dystopia; 2. I want it to feel semi-familiar as a setting; 3. I want Dean still to feel as much like himself as possible; 4. I want things to feel as naturalistic and realistic as possible.

All of which are kind of connected. I didn’t want to write it as a sex-crazed ultramating fuck-ciety, so heats get calmed down and ‘omegas’ (halmen) aren’t wee sex dolls who pump out seventy puppies per litter. (What do they even do with all those babies in omegaverse fics? Eat them??) The fact that I’m still using “he” pronouns means that halmen are still mostly masculine-presenting, but there are tells that mean that everyone can recognize a halman vs a man vs a woman (unless, of course, there’s some passing activity going on--much like in our own culture, where you can pretty much get a sense at a glance how someone is operating, and it’s exceptional if someone says, ‘actually, my gender identity is [x].’)

Still, halmen are, for lack of a better word, baby carriers. So, while they’re stronger/bigger/taller than women for the most part, they’re also given a slightly feminized role just by virtue of how this culture treats baby carriers. That translates into job choice, fashion, expected behavior. To delineate, halman!Dean:

Basic physical stuff: - he’s about 5′10, which is a little taller than average for a halman (much as real!Dean is a little taller than average for a man) - slightly rounder features, to go along with enticing mates to treat you well -- still very recognizable as Dean (esp with his lips and eyes already being Like That), but a very slightly softer jaw, probably. - high testosterone gives him good muscle structure and broad shoulders; high estrogen gives a soft subcutaneous layer of fat (which, ahem, Jensen already has) and less body hair; wider more feminine hips; flat chest (until pregnancy). So, the silhouette is a little different--sort of an hourglass, sort of an upside down triangle. - downstairs, you’re getting a very large clitoris (small penis-sized -- think of hyenas), which is also where the ureter is; no testicles, obviously; anus/birth canal hybrid, because that’s just fun tbh -- probably translates into that area being cleaner than usual, but let’s be honest, babies get poop on them half the time anyway, so. - heats are twice-yearly, ish (I think I said 25 weeks in one fic?) -- no crazy compulsion, no one’s gonna die if they don’t get fucked, but an actual body temp increase and definite horniness, and this is pretty much the only time all year that halmen can get pregnant. The hormones they’re putting out are also what triggers men to knot, so. It’s a special time. :)

Fashion: - Hair could be really anything (much like women can get away with most anything), but a pretty classic hairstyle would be something akin to Sam’s prettier bob haircuts. Dean keeps it above his shoulders, but not long enough that it could have a ponytail, probably. Side part, tuck behind the ears, done. - Makeup is minimal--halmen wear just as much as women if they feel like it, and in professional settings some effort is expected. Dean tends to stick to just eyeliner, but playing FBI might include a small amount of lip color. - Clothes -- THIS KILLED ME, but I came up with some options. Again, like 21st century women, they can kinda get away with anything, but they don’t mess with cleavage-baring (since they don’t have any, until they have a kid) and instead go with bare backs and shoulders to be sexy. (Why? Nice muscley backs, that’s why.) A very traditional outfit would be a tunic-length top (to cover the minimal bump from the big clit) paired with slim pants or tights. Short skirts over tights is also a really common look. Half the time, Dean’s going to be wearing a loose plaid shirt, a tank that dips just low enough to look halman-y, tight ass-hugging jeans, and boots.

Cultural stuff: - Sexuality: Dean vastly prefers men, because he’s pretty conformist when it comes right down to it. He probably experimented with a halman or a woman in his early twenties, but let’s face it, he likes dick. - Halmen could always get physical “men’s jobs” -- farming, factory work, mechanic, etc -- but the intellectual “men’s jobs” -- doctor, lawyer, head chef -- weren’t as common. They would’ve had a similarly hard time to women, breaking into those categories. So, while Dean can fake being an FBI agent just fine, sexist people will probably defer to Sam as the ‘senior’ agent. - Hustling pool: still likely, but Dean’s going to change up his style a little. He can probably take any of these trucker men in a fight, but it’s easier to flirt his way through it, and with that ass--yeah, he can get away with it. - Hooking: definitely possible too, but his client base wouldn’t be weird closeted dudes like real!Dean, it’d be people who’d expect to treat him more like a female sex worker might be treated. More dangerous, in its way, but at least he almost certainly wouldn’t get knocked up.

Personality/emotional expression: So, this is the big one. A large part of it is that, as a more female-typed caregiver, John’s expectations for how his Dean should act aren’t as subversive as in canon. Halman!Dean cooking/cleaning/taking care of his little brother--that’s what daughters are expected to do, after all, and Dean isn’t that far off from a daughter in this treatment. But that also means that the weird ways that, in canon, Dean is a little... overly macho, how he acts too butch, etc, those don’t really come into it. As a halman, he’s completely fitting into the role society/culture expect of him, and he doesn’t need to pretend otherwise. His issues, then, would be less of canon!Dean’s insistence on being a Cool Steve McQueen Dude, and more in the ‘there are certain cultural markers I’m missing by being a transient hunter, and I regret them.’ This gets touched on in ‘timelapse’ when he reflects about how he’s never been on a date with a nice boy before Mark-from-Blockbuster -- and I think we get a sense of wistfulness, wishing that maybe nice boys would ask him out more than the other guys like to finger him under the bleachers -- and again in the recent fffr fill, where of course he wanted to have kids, but knew that was never an option. He wants to hold babies, man. He just wants to really, really badly.

Related to that--in just his day-to-day, especially with Sam, he can afford to be... a little softer. Obviously he still gives his little brother a hard time, because that’s his job, but he also probably kept giving Sam good-night kisses until he was like 8--they probably argued a little less, because Dean didn’t feel the need to be a hardass just to emulate their dad--John was probably a little more soft with him, but Dean’s obedience would also be completely expected. I bet that there wasn’t ever one of those moments per canon where John would “send Dean away” for arguing too much, because I bet Dean didn’t argue that much.

The nurture of it all is so much of what shapes Dean--and he’s still loyal to a fault, of course, and still cracks jokes, and still loves his brother more than anything. But it’s the little softened edges that interest me--the places that canon!Dean fights against, that halman!Dean can just accept and be. Distinct from a Deanna, though, even if the changes are incremental. It’s just these little tweaks.

That... got really long, haha. Still, I hope it was helpful. Also, as a bonus:

I mean, the hair’s too long, but honestly, it... doesn’t take much imagination, haha.

[isnt-that-something]

LET ME DUMB IT DOWN FOR YOU

It only took nearly 4 months to finish but here is the other story inspired by @bigoltrashpile Mafia brothers! This one is from this prompt but with Scar’s child. Special thanks to @literalgarbagebutok, @crippledtrashcan , and @bigoltrashpile for the inspiration to write, finish writing, and betaing this piece.  Story below cut to save feed also POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS, Child Abuse, Implied Torture. That said, enjoy!

The heels of Scar's custom leather Oxford shoes clicked rapidly against the concrete of the sidewalk. His brisk pace took him rapidly to his destination. Normally his mate would pick up their child from daycare, but recently they had started acting... odd. Where their child was once a bright bubble of energy, begging to bring their newest games, puzzles, and books to show to their friends so much more subdued and hesitant. 

At first he had thought maybe they were just trying to emulate him acting more formal, they'd even started wearing gloves at all times claiming to want to be more like their dad. Before that had filled him with pride that they looked up to him so much, but the longer it went on the less his child would take off the gloves all together and the more subdued their actions became. Scar may have been distracted with work and had written off some of the behaviors as a phase, but there was just something not right and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

The daycare's entrance grew ever closer with every click of his heel. "Mt. Ebott Child Care and Development Center" was not only the finest child care facility but was also meant to help enrich children's minds. They had chosen it with great care because nothing but the best would do for his child. 

As he drew closer a memory of a parent-teacher conference tickled the back of his mind, his eyes narrowed slightly his rapid steps slowing just a bit thinking back to the topic of the night. He remembered being vastly irritated as one of the teachers had brought up some of the children had been doing some things far out of their 'norm age' range and that it was causing disruptions among the rest of the children, the teacher then held out a popular chapter book series that his child loved and Scar knew then the "children" in question was his own. 

His mate loved to read and had been reading to their child from birth and they quickly took it up at a very young age themselves. He remembered snarking at the teacher "I SWEAR TO ASGORE, IF THEY CAN READ THE WORDS IT IS CLEARLY NOT ABOVE THEIR READING LEVEL OR COMPREHENSION. AND I WILL NOT LIMIT THEM TO "SOMETHING THEIR LEVEL". THEY CAN READ CHAPTER BOOKS IF THEY DAMN WELL PLEASE NOW GIVE THEM BACK THEIR BOOKS, JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE STUCK AT A THIRD GRADE READING LEVEL DOES NOT MEAN MY CHILD IS." because frankly he had already had a bad day and this nonsense was ridiculous coming from a teacher that was supposed to promote learning. 

The other parents and teachers had agreed and the idiot, as Scar thought of him, had gestured in defeat and brushed it off. Perhaps he had a tighter set to his lips but they moved on to the next topic and nothing had ever come if it. His 'work' had gotten much busier in the following weeks, but now that he thought of it... his child's behavior had started to slowly change shortly after that night.

Schooling his expression as though he was going to meet with a rival gang leader and strode into the place as though he owned it. He walked down the wall past the various class rooms and play areas to his child's room. He noted the vast difference in atmosphere immediately. 

Where the other rooms had been filled with the various cacophony of children at play, this room is much more subdued. Instead of playful chatter and squeals there was a quiet hush in the room as the children milled about. Some reading, some doing art, some sitting quietly in corners. Quieter than any room with this many children at this age had a right to be. It felt outright... gray.

 It grated on Scar's nerves to no end. They were rankled further when his gaze laid to rest on his child who was standing before the teacher head down and trembling. The man stood towering over his child, back to Scar who heard him say "I've told you to look at me when I'm talking to you." Only to cut off as the child gasped seeing their father standing in the door. The man turned, Scar recognized the idiot from the meeting, and his entire demeanor shifted. Smiling he approached Scar like they were old friends.

"Ah Mr. Serif, good afternoon! What a pleasant surprise, though doesn't your spouse normally come to pick up your little one? I do hope your spouse is well?" the man carried on much to Scar's displeasure. Scar had shifted his gaze to his child, who was looking as though their deepest wish in the world was for a hole to open up and swallow them whole. For the first time in weeks his child didn't have on their gloves and Scar was aghast at the sight of them. Their delicate skin was bright red and painful whelks on top of various shades of purple underneath bruises in various stages of recovery.

As he knelt next to them gently taking their hands into his own, examining them. Eyelights shrinking in rage, his child trembled staring at the floor. "Oh dear, I know. Poor dear managed to.... catch their hands in the toy chest lid today. It's quite a heavy lid, but they learned a very important lesson today. Those toys are meant for the older children, they're simply not ready to play with such things.'' The man ended with a titter of laughter, missing how Scar's eyelights disappeared as he watched his child shrink into themselves in shame at the man's words. 

He carefully lifted them into his arms, tenderly hugging them as they pressed their face into his neck, eyelights now narrow pinpricks. Turning to face the imbecile that continued chattering on, his words a buzz in Scar's skull. He slowly turned to stare at the man, for the first time the man's speech stuttered, fear seizing his heart.... then Scar simply turned and walked out the door silently, never uttering a single word. The caretaker stared in surprise after the vanishing skeleton and his child.

Hmph he half grunted. He's expected the skeleton to pitch a fit. Of course he'd been telling the truth... the brats hands had been caught trying to remove a toy from the wooden chest, he just so happened to add a little force to the lids descent. One day they'll learn not to cause trouble. Thinking nothing more of it, he turned back to the classroom of students that had been quietly watching the entire interaction, secretly hoping that their "caretaker" would be called out... Scar's child was not the first one to receive 'lessons', though his child seemed to receive them more, most likely due to their stubbornness.

That evening Scar and his spouse sat their child down and got the whole story from them. They had tried so hard to handle things themselves because it's what their Papa would have done. They tearfully told story after story of the teacher's 'lessons', ranging anywhere from beratement to being struck on the back of their hands with rulers. Getting their hands slammed in the heavy lids of the play box had been the worst to date. Every word and tear was like gasoline pouring on the rage building in Scar's soul that he carefully hid from his child. He assured them over and over they had done nothing wrong and while it was commendable that they had tried to take care of things on their own he reminded them that even Papa relied on family when things got tough and to remember to rely on them in the future.

After getting them calmed and settled for the night, Scar did exactly what he told his child to do. He gathered the others and in a tone that belied the anger burning within him told them the entire story. A cold fury swept through the entire gang. You mess with one of them, you mess with them all. Sans, Papyrus and Butch focused on taking care of the family and all the business of the day, Lucky and Slim started a search for a replacement in the facility as well as digging up any information on all the other faculty and staff in the place thoroughly vetting all current and potential future employee. While they worked on that Scar, Noir and Hound went….hunting.

Unknowing of the danger he had put himself in the source of Scar’s rage opened the door to his modest apartment, he threw his keys into the tray next to the door before closing and locking it. He tread the familiar path down the long hallway before flicking on the light of the living room, which to his shock revealed one of his clients sitting bold as brass in his chair!

“Mr. Serif?! What in the world are you doing in m-” he was cut off suddenly.

“AH, MR.” Scar paused seemly trying and failing to remember his name nonchalantly, “WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS. NOT THAT IT MATTERS. GOOD EVENING. YOU AND I HAVE THINGS TO DISCUSS ABOUT YOUR TREATMENT OF MY CHILD.”

The man stuttered in shock, “You have no right to break into my home!” He whirled to the phone on the wall only to be further shocked by the appearance of another taller skeleton dressed in a sharp suit in crimson accents. The fangs on his face curved into a cruel smile.

“I DON’T THINK THAT WOULD BE WISE.” Noir said in a taunting voice.

A icy fear started to skitter down his back. Neither skeleton were overtly threatening him, in fact they seemed very relaxed in their posture, but something about this whole situation was extremely unnerving. He gathered himself and attempted to force confidence into his tone and posture as he turned to go back out the door he came. 

“Whatever it is Mr. Serif you will have to address it with me at the Center. Breaking and entering is a crime. I insist you leave my home this ins-” Once again he was cut off, but this time by shock as he found his front door entrance blocked by yet ANOTHER tall skeleton, this one was dressed in a dusty orange dress shirt and nice slacks. His usual golden fang smile was currently twisted into a snarl.

“a ‘crime’? ya think this issa crime? what about repeatedly abusin’ a child in your care?!” this new skeleton said with a voice dripping with venom.

His mouth was suddenly dry as a desert he opened his mouth to defend himself only to jump by the sound of Scar’s voice directly behind him.

“IT APPEARS HE NEEDS A LESSON TO LEARN THE DIFFERENCE. LUCKILY… WE ARE HERE TO EDUCATE YOU ON THE MATTER.”

And his world went black.

It was many hours into the next day before the trio emerged from Noir’s ‘Workshop’ satisfied, worn and….dirty.  

Slim and the others had finished a list of candidates they thought would be suitable for the center, subtly dropped while the Director was busy answering questions over a missing persons report.

Of the list Scar personally hired the one with the best qualifications after a stringent hiring process to care for his child at home personally followed by weeks of strict supervision. They had frequent trips and playdates with other children, but never again would his child be put in that situation.

[remywrites5]

HI, PLZ POST MORE DRARRY. DRARRY DRABBLE, HEADCANON. ANYTHING PLZ. Or just like, write that one AU about Draco/Harry 4th year BECAUse that one KILLS ME.

           Harry hissed as the gash in his side was pulled from walking out of step with Ron, who had his arm around Harry, helping him inside of St. Mungo’s. A witch at the reception took one look at Harry and immediately stepped into Ron’s place, ushering Harry into a room with Ron following behind them. He wasn’t sure if he was getting special treatment because he was Harry Potter or if he just looked like shite.

           The witch deposited Harry onto the hospital bed. “A healer will be with you in just a moment, Mr. Potter,” she said before turning around and exiting.

           Ron sat in the chair by the bedside and tapped his foot nervously. “I hate this place,” he said, his eyes darting around.

           Harry couldn’t say he blamed him. At the moment he was in too much pain to really respond, his side bleeding heavily. He pressed his hand against it and winced in pain, his Auror robes already soaked. He wished the bloody healer would get there already. He was feeling a bit woozy from the blood loss.

           The door opened and Draco Malfoy of all people stepped in, wearing lime green robes of a healer, and shut the door discreetly behind him. His eyes flashed with recognition as he took in his two former classmates. Harry hadn’t seen Draco since the trial before the Wizengamot where Harry had spoken on Draco and Narcissa’s behalf. That had been two years ago.

           “Potter, still as reckless as ever I see,” Draco sneered, walking over and beginning to undo Harry’s robes.

           “Oi, Malfoy!” Harry said, trying to bat his hands away but he was too weak to do more than just hit them lightly.

           “Grow up, Potter,” Malfoy snapped back at him. “I have to inspect you if I’m to do anything about this. Weasley, explain to me what happened – in detail – while I disrobe the savior of all wizards.”

           Harry scowled at him in response but let Malfoy undo his robes, shoving them down to his waist.

           “Uh, well we were on an assignment, trying to round up a few dark wizards who were playing around with some cursed books,” Ron explained, shuffling awkwardly in his seat. Malfoy listened as he went to the cupboard and pulled out a small vial. “There were more of them than we thought and we were kind of surrounded. We tried to get out of there quick and Harry splinched himself.”

           “Drink this,” he said, putting it into Harry’s hands.

           Harry eyed it suspiciously.

           Draco sighed. “It’s just a calming draught, Potter,” he said indignantly. “If your heart rate doesn’t go down you’ll continue to lose a lot of blood. I have to go grab some dittany from the stock room. If you don’t take this you’ll be dead before I come back. So by all means – don’t bother drinking it.”

           Draco turned on his heel and strode out of the room. Harry and Ron exchanged a look and then Harry downed the potion. He immediately felt more relaxed and dropped down on the bed, letting the pillows encase his head. He left like he could just drift off to sleep.

           Before he could, Malfoy reentered the room. “Ah, still alive I see,” he quipped, making his way over. “Pity.”

           “Shut it, Malfoy,” Harry murmured, letting his eyes slip closed. He felt Draco tend to his wounds, his long, thin fingers working deftly to apply to essence of dittany. Harry was already feeling better and the bleeding had stopped. “Thanks.”

           “Hmm, you must be in critical condition if the great Harry Potter is thanking me,” Draco joked, bandaging Harry’s side.

           “I said shut it,” Harry said, peeking an eye open.

           Draco smirked but didn’t respond. He finished what he was doing and then pulled the covers up and over Harry. Harry just barely registered how bizarre it was that Draco Malfoy was tucking him into bed before he fell asleep.

                                                           ***

           Harry began to dream of long, thin fingers expertly removing his clothes and touching him everywhere. Precise movements that made Harry arch and moan with need. Those expert hands took him apart with such assuredness that Harry felt like he was on fire whenever those pale fingers brushed against his skin. Even as he burned, each time the fingers left him he craved their touch once more.

                                                           ***

           The next time Harry was rushed to St. Mungo’s it was because a werewolf had attacked him. He hadn’t been bitten, thank Merlin, just clawed a bit. A werewolf had wandered a bit too close to a village and the Aurors had been called in to make sure he didn’t hurt anyone. Harry had insisted they only stun the poor thing and not go for more drastic measure. It had taken a few more stunning charms than they would have thought to bring the wolf down.

           “You’re lucky your injuries aren’t more severe,” Malfoy said disapprovingly once Harry had finished telling him the whole story.

           “I already ruined my beautiful face,” Harry shot back with a grin. There was a large slash over his right eye. “Now who’s going to love me for my good looks?”

           “I suppose you’ll have to finally develop a personality,” Malfoy quipped, taking Harry’s glasses off and placing them down on the bedside table.

           Harry huffed, the whole world gone blurry. He was well and truly in Malfoy’s hands without his glasses. “Fuck you.”

           “Saint Potter strikes again,” Malfoy said, sliding his wand over Harry’s skin as he healed the deepest wounds first.

           “Don’t call me that,” Harry said, glowering at his old archrival. He wasn’t sure if it looked quite right considering he didn’t have his glasses on. He couldn’t tell what Malfoy was doing either. He was just a large white blur.

            “Then what should I call you?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

           “Harry will do just nicely, thank you.”

           Draco snorted. “Harry,” he said, trying it out, the word rolling on his tongue. “No, I don’t think so. It sounds wrong.”

           “You could call me darling but I think people would talk,” Harry joked, chuckling to himself.

           “Be quiet, Potter, I need to work.”

           If he’d been wearing his glasses, Harry would have seen Draco’s face going quite red.

                                                           ***

           The next time Harry was admitted to St. Mungo’s it was not his fault. Someone had slipped Confusing concoction into his pint at the pub. Ron had to drag him in as Harry couldn’t recall how to make his feet work. “Ron, where are we? Where are we going?”

           “To get you some help, mate,” Ron answered, steering Harry inside the hospital. Harry glanced around but nothing looked familiar.

           “What do I need help for?” Harry asked, scratching his head.

           Ron rolled his eyes and shoved Harry through the door. Harry stumbled a bit and was caught by Draco Malfoy. Frowning, Harry pulled out his wand and aimed it at Draco. “Malfoy! What are you doing here? I bet you’re behind all this!”

           “What is he going on about?” Draco asked, looking past Harry to Ron.

           “Someone slipped him a Confusing Concoction,” Ron said with a slight shrug. “We were at a pub following a bloke selling cursed artifacts. He must have made us and slipped it into Harry’s drink.”

           “You’re up to no good, Malfoy, I know it!”

           Draco scrubbed his hand down his face. “What does he think we’re back at school or something?”

           “Hell if I know. One minute we’re talking like normal and the next he’d gone batty.”

           “Come along, Potter,” Draco said, taking Harry’s arm.

           “Don’t touch me!” Harry shouted, ripping his arm away. “Ron why are you being so chummy with him?”

           Ron shook his head. “Harry, you’re just confused.”

           “I’m not confused, you are!” Harry said, pointing his wand at Ron. “You’re probably a dark wizard in disguise, leading me here to kill me. Taken some Polyjuice potion I’ll bet.”

           Draco groaned and pulled out his wand. “Expelliarmus,” he said evenly as Harry’s wand flew into his hand. “Petrificus Totalus.”

           Harry’s body seized up and he fell to the floor like a stiff board. Malfoy quickly levitated Harry to more easily get him into a room and out of the reception area. “I’ll take his wand,” Ron said, holding out his hand.

           Draco debated for a moment and then handed it over. It wasn’t worth debating over. He brought Harry down to what had become his room. Draco strapped Harry to the bed just to be sure he didn’t escape and do something colossally stupid. He forced Harry’s mouth open and made him drink some sleeping draught.

           “Depending on how good the person is who made the Confusing Concoction, it’ll take almost six hours for it to wear off,” Draco explained to Weasley, who was watching him with a sour expression on his face. “I think it’ll be best to just let Potter sleep it off.”

           Ron sighed heavily. “Alright, I’m going to go home then. Bloody knackered. I’ll be back in the morning.”

           “I can take care of Potter,” Malfoy said with a deep frown.

           Ron shrugged. “I’m sure you can. You’ve proven that several times now. But he’s my best mate, so I’ll be back in the morning.”

           Draco slumped into the seat beside Harry and watched him sleep, checking him for any signs that the potions hadn’t mixed well. After he was satisfied that Harry wouldn’t be sick or suffer any permanent damage, Draco stood up to do his rounds. Before he went, he couldn’t help brushing Harry’s fringe off his forehead and tracing the lightening scar. It had faded somewhat in the past two years since the end of Voldemort.

           Draco forced himself to withdraw and go and check on his other patients. After he’d finished he found himself back in Potter’s room. He dropped into the chair by Harry’s bedside and drifted off to sleep from sheer exhaustion. His shift was over and he could have gone home. Instead he was going to put a crick in his neck sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital chair.

                                                           ***

           Draco awoke to the feeling of fingers carding through his hair. It took a moment for his eyes to blink awake and he glanced up to find Potter standing over him. “How did you get out of your straps?” Draco asked, frowning.

           “Ron came by earlier and let me out after I proved to his satisfaction that I remembered everything,” Harry explained with a small smile playing on his lips.

           “Why didn’t you wake me?”

           “You seemed tired,” Harry responded, dragging his nails down the nape of Draco’s neck and making him shiver. “And you’re ever so pleasant when your mouth is shut.”

           Draco batted Harry’s hand away and stood up. “I can be pleasant.”

           Harry laughed and shook his head. “When?”

           “When I’m saving your life,” Draco said, putting his hands on his hips. “That’s several times now I’ve saved you from yourself. Honestly, Potter, it’s like you can’t help yourself.”

           Harry chewed his bottom lip. “Maybe I can’t,” he said, his green eyes starting to glint with something like mischief. “I’m sort of drawn to trouble, aren’t I?”

           “I’d say so,” Malfoy said with a huff of annoyance.

           “And you’re kind of trouble, aren’t you…” Harry tapped his finger against his chin as if contemplating something.

           “Not anymore, Potter,” Draco said, narrowing his eyes at him. “One of us actually decided to grow up and…oh.”

           Harry licked his lips and smiled. “Knew you’d get there eventually.” He brought his hand up to rest back on Draco’s nape and guided his face down until their lips slotted together. The kiss was soft and tender and nothing like the passionate hate sex Draco had imagined back at school. There was affection behind the kiss. Draco never thought Harry Potter of all people would show him affection.

           “Potter,” Draco said, finally breaking the kiss. “Darling. No that’s not right either.”

           Harry chuckled. “Yours. Why don’t you call me yours?” he offered, smiling shyly.

           “Mine,” Draco agreed, capturing Harry’s lips again.

[ablackmoonrises]

Hogwarts for troubled youth Chapter 1, in which Moony can’t keep a Secret

[Posting here while I’m working on it, I won’t post to Ao3 before I’ve written a couple more chapters and so on] Remus has his DID under control. As long as it’s just him and Moony, they’ll manage, and the Wolf can howl all he wants, it won’t get to Anna.

Sirius knows a thing or two about gaps in memory, but when he falls for the easy-going Moony he’s not sure if he’s prepared to deal with Moony’s moody twin Remus, much less a little girl or a violently self-injurious Wolf.

Meanwhile James just wants to start his transition already, but the autism diagnosis that helped him finally make sense of who he is, now seems to prevent the one thing he wants more than even Lily’s attention: To get on Testosterone.

“I’m not Remus.” The words leave Moony’s mouth before they have a chance to get a hold of them. They tumble out of them, spilling all over the pretty new boy with the long black hair.

“Okay?” Sirius says, a question hidden in the confirmation, and Moony wants to punch themself hard. Instead they flash a bright smile at Sirius.

Moony would have been lying if they said they weren’t interested in the new boy. He was not the typical candidate for Hogwarts, rumour had it his parents were loaded and very much still alive. The pale dark-haired boy seemed intent to blend into the shadows, a silent observer with large grey eyes, following the comings and goings of other children from dark corners.

Moony would catch themself staring, losing track of James’ incessant blabbering, as the new boy – Sirius, Moony would remind themself – made his way to a new corner.

“Well you know..” Moony says, pulling back a bit. “I just like to be called Moony. Sometimes.”

Moony had come into existence again the night prior, casually opening his phone to check his conversation with Remus.

“We got to walk the dog with the new boy tomorrow”, it read, and Moony’s heart had started to race. “If I’m not there.. please don’t fuck it up. He seems cute.”

“That’s cool,” Sirius responds, tilting his head slightly as if trying to figure out why Moony is telling him this. Moony isn’t so sure either. They walk in silence, the big black dog panting at the end of its leash. Sirius’ hand is surprisingly steady as he’s pulled along.

“So… what’s the deal with this place?” Sirius asks finally, after an extended period of silence. “What do they do?”

Moony looks at Sirius and grins, a wicked smile replacing their calm exterior for a moment. “Well – it’s mostly a place to fatten up children before feeding us to the Witch,” they explain.

Sirius looks doubtful. “a Witch?” he asks, as if that’s the part that doesn’t make sense. Moony nods enthusiastically. “Yep! Well.. I believe her official title is doctor of psychology, but I call her the Witchdoctor.”

“And she’s going to eat us?” Sirius is somehow managing to lift one eyebrow, which is impressive and infuriatingly attractive.

“Yeah – just – gobble gobble. It’s a whole thing.” Moony shrugs. “She’s gonna spit ya out again, no worries, but each time she chews out another piece of your soul.”

“Well in that case I guess I won’t stay long, it’s not like I have a soul to begin with,” Sirius says with downcast eyes.

“Well aren’t you the cheerful one..” Moony comments, turning around to walk backwards while talking. “…Anyways, I’m sure you know what this place is on paper?” they ask, and almost trip over a bush. Maybe walking backwards isn’t as elegant a manoeuvre as they had hoped.

“It’s like.. a correctional facility?” Sirius says it like a question. “Like a mix of a boarding school and an orphanage..?”

“Ding ding ding!” Moony says cheerfully. “Less correctional facility, more treatment facility, I suppose?” Moony plasters a wide grin on his face, making sure to edge it far enough to be at least mildly unnerving. “In other words.. It’s a place for crazy people!”

“But I’m not crazy,” Sirius says, sounding surprisingly calm. Most people were more adamant when defending their sanity.

“Well that’s too bad..” Moony sighs. “You know what they say? All the best people are.”

“I’m not crazy…” Sirius repeats, and there’s that delicious level of desperate insecurity that makes Moony feel better about themself. “My family’s crazy though,” he says after a while. “And they’re not exactly good people.”

Moony doesn’t have a good comeback to that, partially because Wolf starts howling in his head, and partially because… well. Dude has a point.

They take the last of the round in silence, and Moony expects that to be the end of it. There’s a weird tension building in the air all the while, and Moony isn’t sure what to make of it. They hand the fluffy therapy dog back to Hagrid, and stand in the cold January weather for a moment, as if sizing each other up.

“…You don’t speak much do you?” Moony says finally, breaking the silence. Sirius shrugs.

“I speak when I have things to say.”

Fuck, this dude’s one-liner game is on point. Moony needs to get their head in the game.

“So… Guess I’ll go back to my room.” Moony says, and something flashes through Sirius’ eyes. The boy looks almost lost for a moment.

“Are you…” Moony begins, but stops themself. Sirius shakes his head, and Moony isn’t sure what they were asking or what Sirius is responding to at this point. This’ll be fun to analyse in the wee hours..

“So if you’re bored, you can come up.” Moony says, surprising even themself. Sirius’ eyes open a tad too much, before he schools his expression back into something more neutral.

“Sure.”

Moony shares their room with a depressed gremlin, a little girl and a rampaging Wolf. Usually they would have taken this under consideration and not have invited a total stranger, but apparently it’s just one of those days. And hey! Remus did tell Moony to be nice, or something to that effect.

To his credit, Sirius does not comment on the crayons littering the floor, nor the general state of disarray in Moony and Company’s room. Moony shoves some school papers off the bed, and gestures for Sirius to take a seat.

“So uh,, are you a tea drinker?” Moony asks lamely, feeling suddenly incredibly awkward about the presence of the posh boy in his crappy room.

“Why not,” Sirius answers fluidly, and god damn it, why is this motherfucker being so smooth all of a sudden? Moony nods and turns to the small kitchen in the other end of the room. They’re quiet while the water comes to a boil, partially because Moony honestly thinks there’s a special place in hell reserved for people who try to have conversation over the sound of a kettle. Like, who even does that?

As a result the silence is long and sticky, and Moony’s brain is working on overdrive. They can feel Sirius’ eyes on their back as they pour the water into two teacups. Moony takes a deep breath before turning around. They place the two cups on the bedside table, and stand awkwardly hovering for a moment, before slamming their ass down into the bed.

-say something- flashes through Moony’s mind. -you invited him here – say something –

Moony regrets not offering Sirius something stronger than tea, to loosen the mood, but then, they don’t want to risk getting in trouble. And who knows if they can trust this new boy yet.

“Why do you prefer Moony?” Sirius asks, slicing through the silence with precision. Moony startles. Damn, that’s right, he told Sirius that.

“I just.. sometimes Moony feels more right.” They say, it’s not a lie, not exactly. “I mean.. Moony is like..” they stop. “It’s just a joke since Remus Lupin sounds pretty fucking lunar, and I am a lunatic, so..” Moony laughs, half-lies flowing easily from their tongue. Okay, so Moony doesn’t usually go around claiming their own name, since everyone hear knows them all as Remus, but so what? No harm, no foul.

Moony is desperate to not be Remus.

“You keep referencing being insane,” Sirius says. “What’s that all about?”

Direct. Moony can appreciate that. But then, most people don’t ask and for a moment Moony is struggling.

“Oh you know.. the usual. When I was in the loony bin they called me loony loopy lupin, if that tells you anything..” they laugh. “You know, just… I have….” They stop, biting their lip for a second, feeling suddenly unsure how to proceed. Only James and some staff knows about their DID, and Remus is going to kill them all if Moony lets it slip to this practical stranger.

Maybe it’s Sirius’ calm inquisitory gaze. Maybe it’s the joint Moony smoked before going on their walk. Maybe … Just maybe.. Moony is getting pretty fucking tired of living the life of someone else.

“Okay so.. I basically have. Or I am. Yeah. I’m like…” Moony is aware they’re rambling, but they can’t stop themself. They’re starting to feel distant as the world starts to fade around them.

They come back to themself, realizing with horror that they’re still talking. “….so yea that’s like I’m the keykeeper and the princess is in the castle and Remus is the gate but he can’t open without the key and..” Moony stops abruptly, staring ahead of themself. “What?”

Sirius is looking somewhere between concerned and confused. Fuck. Moony hates when this happens. Also if they’re starting to black out, chances are Remus will be back soon, or worse, someone else. Time to get the witness out of there.

“…Right.” Sirius says, tilting his head. Moony hopes his darker skin-color hides his blush.

“So you said this princess is guarded by the big bad wolf,” Sirius says and Moony inwardly flinches as the Wolf starts clawing at its prison.  “But if the princess is guarded by a wolf, why do you need to have a key?”

“Uh…” Moony says, desperately trying to remember and make sense of whatever conversation they must have been having. After a moment they give up and let out a big sigh.

“Look mate,” Moony says. “This is gonna sound pretty fucking stupid, but if you wanna spend any amount of time with me you gotta know that I have an… incredibly shit memory.” They shrug in what they hope is a nonchalant manner. “I kind of blanked out on that whole conversation.. So your guess is as good as mine.”

Sirius nods thoughtfully. “Ok Moony,” he says. Then, terrifyingly, he adds: “How will I know when I meet Remus?” Moony’s eyes widen, and they almost drop the teacup they hadn’t been aware they were holding.

“Re-Remus..?” they ask. Fuck. They’ve really done it now. Moony is starting to sweat with panic. “I-I’m Remus..” The wolf is going to kill me – the wolf is going to kill me – the wolf is – no one can know – no one can know – our secret – our secret – secret – you are the gatekeeper; act it!

“Moony – “ Sirius is way too close now, he’s practically crowding them, and Moony wants to push him away but instead they just flinch and crawl awkwardly back unto the bed. The last of the tea drips into the sheets from the discarded cup.

- Anna stares at the stranger with the black hair and apologetic look on his face. She’s in a bed, something warm has soaked through her pants and the stranger is backing away, but she’s no fool and she’s going to scream bloody murder and –

Remus tends to blink into existence at the most inopportune moments. This time he comes to with a deep-seated sense of dread, like something is seriously wrong. For a moment he thinks he might be wrong. He’s just in bed, but it doesn’t take long for the unease to settle completely over him, as he recognizes the teacup bleeding into the bed. He looks up, and there, by the door, hangs a dark blue scarf. He’s seen this scarf before. It belongs to the cute new guy, Sirius. Remus pushes himself out of bed, his body is hurting in a dull ache that tells him Moony hasn’t been as careful with it as he ought to be. Not like Remus minds too much, the pain is just another reminder of his broken fucked up life.

Moony hasn’t left any notes, and Remus’ only clue is the blue scarf that hangs on the bed, and a low growl in his inner ear.

Whatever happened… the Wolf is not pleased.