#just did a couple of good hades 2 runs (in one of them i forgot i wasn't playing with death defiances and died at the end because i was

[pizzaisgo]

feeling kind of euphoric right now

[descendantofthesparrow]

How about one where the reader isn’t very good with physical touch unless they really get to know someone? Maybe Mal’s sister (but closer with Hades) or Whoever you want. Hope the set up goes well!

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You had never been a….toucy person, even something as simple as your dad giving you an affectionate tap on the shoulder bugged you out.

Quite a big stretch from your half-sister who thrived with physical affection, she never hesitated to stretch out like a cat on her friend's laps and could cuddle up to any of them for a good couple of hours with no problem. She was touched starved from her mother maleficent so it made sense.

While you had an affectionate father who tried to show genuine love to you since you were born, but you were always off Standish to anyone so it confused the both of you.

But if you started the affection? Oohhhhh you were like a koala, one time when you were a baby; you had crawled up onto your dad's chest and just knocked out for two hours, clutching onto his shirt and refusing to let go.

He had not moved in those two hours you napped on him.

Now you had a set of mental rules for those you allowed to touch you if they got close enough to you.

1.    Don’t touch my hair

2.    ONLY touch my hair if you have permission

3.    Even if you HAVE permission, I will still jump if you touch me, so let me know when you're going to touch me

4.    Touch my neck I kill you

5.    No kisses

6.    Hand holding feels weird, fist bumps are fine

7.    I will take a long time to get comfortable with you, be patient, but don’t expect me to start being buddy-buddy with you

8.    Don’t hug me

Gil was one of those people who actually needed you to write out the list of rules for him to follow, he was a very…touchy person and needed to be reminded that you didn’t like to be touched.

Harry liked to be touchy as well, and it took you twisting his finger for him to get the hint.

Uma was the only person other than your dad to be able to touch you without “permission” but she still did it sparingly.

She thought it was funny when she would randomly brush her fingers against your shoulder and you jumped five feet in the air. But that thought would end when you would whip around and smack her in the torso.

Most recently, Harry had been trying to get closer to you, he was a very physically affectionate type person, he thrived on a simple hand running through his hair.

He hoped one day you would be comfortable enough to receive affection from him, along with being comfortable enough with him to give affection.

….oh, I forgot to mention, Harry had the biggest, fluffiest, pining crush on you. A little after he finally figured out why there were so many butterflies in his stomach when he saw you, he tried to hold your hand.

Which resulted in his wrist being twisted and him apologizing a million times before you let him go.

“harry you know I don’t like being touched!” you had sighed, taking his wrist and looking it over, giving him a soft annoyed look and ruffling his hair. “let me know before you try to touch me, next time I might not be so defensive” you stood and walked off, leaving a blushing Harry on the chip shop floor.

Though Harry had known you for almost his entire life, you had never been comfortable around him enough to even lean on him.

So when one night, a month after the wrist incident, you and Harry were taking the night shift guarding the lost revenge, sitting on the deck against the rails.

Harry suddenly felt someone lead their head on his shoulder, he slowly looked to his right, his heart fluttering as he saw you leaning on him heavily, your hands slowly wrapping around his arm and snuggling into him.

Harry let out a silent excited scream and grinned, shifting to make himself more comfortable to be your pillow. He stayed silent as possible, watching your fluttering lashes as you slept, soft snores pouring from your lips.

“wow” Uma muttered as she stepped out onto the main deck, tilting her head at you and Harry “never thought I'd see the day where (y/n) actually touches you”

“shh, shes sleepin’ ” Harry hushed, pouting at Uma.he looked back down at you, his eyes softening again.

Uma narrowed her eyes at her first mate, glancing between the goddess and Pirate “oh~” she sang, a smug grin on her face, waving her hand as Harry rose his brow at her “don’t mind me, go ahead and get your lovey-dovey cuddles in~” she skipped to her cabin, giggling to herself.

“whatever” Harry muttered to himself, lifting his arm to wrap around you, tugging you further into his side, and pressing a soft kiss to your head.

“what was that” you grumpily muttered, making harry jump.

“uh, affection?” he winced, expecting a punch to the face.

“disgusting” you huffed, feeling Harrys bicep tense against your cheek “do it again”

The tension in Harry's body dropped, and he shook his head with a smile, leaning a bit and kissing your head again, letting his cheek lean against your head as you hummed and rubbed your face against his arm. “you have permission to do that whenever you want” you muttered.

Harry grinned to himself, mentally pumping his fist in the air.

-end-

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More Funny Little Moments #2: Season 1, Episodes 13-24

Okie. In an effort to save myself a lot of time and frustration, I decided to only choose one additional funny moment, maybe two, per episode (unlike last time when two was the baseline and sometimes three popped up). ’Twas to middling success. Unintentionally and not, I left some better moments for this post; of course, the episodes that were stretched thin for their FFLM probably aren’t much better here. :”)

FFLMs: #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7 #8 #9 #10 #11 #12 #13 #14 #15 #16 #17 #18 #19 #20 #21 #22 #23 #24

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Athens City Academy of the Performing Bards

Greeks dressing up in the traditional/stereotypical togas for the one and only time (I think) on this show. Everybody at and connected to the Academy dresses like so. …Then we have Gabrielle. X”D

A Fistful of Dinars

So, I imagine warlords as curious aliens who don’t understand human interaction. When Xena does it, it makes me chuckle (like when Gabrielle hugs her or cries, and Xe’s like, “???”). Petracles is similar.

Warrior... Princess

The fire-connected assassin being a slob. When Xena arrives at Princess Diana’s castle, it’s early morning. A killer almost immediately attacks her but has to run away for his life. He comes back late at night, just as dirty and burned as he was when he left. …Why? And not only that, his clothes that were on fire are perfectly intact while his forehead, which did not catch fire, is not. XD

Yes, it’s a bit morbid but this corpse’s sassy expression is definitely comical. heheheh

Mortal Beloved

Xena being RIDICULOUSLY unobservant. She looks straight ahead, doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and so turns her head to look elsewhere. Marcus crouches a whole six inches down and then spots Gabrielle in mortal danger. …Feet away from them. …With nothing to block their view between them and the wabbit. XD XD XD What even, Xena?

It’s more sad than funny when Xena stabs Marcus in the heart, but her line straight after that and Hades’s reaction push the moment over the edge. X’)

The Royal Couple of Thieves

Yay, subtext! Gabrielle somewhat subtly asks for Autolycus’s ring while he doesn’t notice. But someone behind him sure heard her widdle wabbit’s plea. And it affected her quite a bit. D’awwww! :”)

The Prodigal

I cannot BELIEVE I forgot to include this moment in the original post. It got me gooooood. Yes, the setup is a bit predictable, but… just… the townspeople’s hands are still up in the air like they’re riding a rollercoaster that disappointingly malfunctioned right before the big drop! XD The main lady’s faaaaace!!! She was even better than the roommate’s girlfriend in “Big Daddy.” XD XD XD (Video clip here in case the picture isn’t enough for you to know what I mean.)

Altared States

A hilariously adorable moment rather than straight comedy, from Xena of all people. The way she’s sitting, holding Gabrielle, and tilting her head to look at the wabbit reminds me so much of a little kid who’s wondering what’s wrong with her dolly. Hee!

What can I say? I couldn’t ignore Goofy Gabby completely, could I? And this scene isn’t often referenced or noted, so it fits! XP Just look at her blunt-stabbing whatever critter might be under the pillow. She reminds me of an outtake of Ren repeatedly “stabbing” a stunt guy with a toy sword (seen here if so desired). heheheh But part of the real gold here is how poor, weakened Anteus is just so confused. heheheheh

Ties That Bind

Xena being defiant because Gabrielle’s being weird. The wabbit screams for the warrior princess—who is already staring at her—to look at her, so Xena looks away, like, “Uhh, no!” kinda like this. heh

The Greater Good

Can’t leave Argo out either, can I? Poor pony. I’m beginning to understand her aversion to Gabrielle more and more. X)

Callisto

Gabrielle doubting Xena and then learning an interesting lesson that will only prove more true as time goes on.

Death Mask

Our wee widdle wabbit being rightfully proud of herself after besting an enemy with Xena as the audience for the first time. Xena… is afeared. XD

GabbyWabbit and friggin Toris forgetting what franchise they’re a part of. Yes, I’m way late for both “holidays.” Whoops.

Is There a Doctor in the House?

In addition to not being able to believe what Xena did to her in the main post, Gabrielle is now stunned by the words coming out of Xena’s mouth. I. …Screw around. heh (Though I totally remember the quote in a different accent and so had to rewatch the clip a few times to relearn it. You can watch it too, here.)

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Hm, this was more fun and easier than last time. Woohoo! 

But, alas, it is the end of an era. No more FFLMs or MFLMs for the foreseeable future. And absolutely no one has commented on my posts in several weeks, so I don’t even know what you guys think of my work or want. *sad* Ah well. 

The one suggestion I got elsewhere for my hundredth (next) post was to make cracksubs for “Lyre, Lyre, Hearts on Fire.” I think that’s a good idea because I’ve been wanting to do another cracksubs post for a while now and don’t like LLHoF. ’Twas a similar case with the last one I did but that led to a deep, abiding love of “Them Bones Them Bones.” heheheh

If anyone has any other ideas, though, then please let me know. Thanks!

[moon-yeongjun]

Chuseok || Mu Jun

Summary: On Chuseok, the Baes and Moons gather as is tradition and a secret is revealed... 

@baenxietydad

JUN: 

Chuseok. 

Normally, Jun loved Chuseok. It was the one holiday that Jun could always afford to come home for with no guilt, to enjoy Eomma’s cooking and play games with his siblings. Last year’s Chuseok he had to spend it with Tiffany’s family and missed his own in the very fibre of his bones. He called Eomma and talked to her for two hours, nearly crying a few times, but of course, holding it all in. He had been looking forward to this Chuseok, then. Even though Abeoji would not be here...there would still be food and games and the Baes would come over like they always did--and Korean would flow, and the house would smell like egg batter, and he’d be...home.

But this year Chuseok came on the heel of Jun’s greatest shame. All the rich, delicious delicacies of Chuseok, the gifts, he didn’t deserve any of it. He woke up and wanted to walk out into the fields-- banish himself if Eomma wouldn’t. 

He couldn’t, though. Tradition was tradition, town scandal or not. Eomma found him feeding the chickens and gave him his to-do list for the day, mentioning the Baes would be over before noon.

So here he was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables. Onions actually. They burned his eyes, making him sniffle and  turn bright red. He looked up from the cutting board as he tried furiously to blink the onion-stench from his eyes when he heard a knock.

Ah, it was Mu-yeol hyung, sent in here by Eomma no doubt.

“It’s the onions!” Jun declared instead of hello, sensitive about the tear that rolled down his cheek. “Aiya, come here and take over, I need a break.” 

 MARLIN:

Mu-yeol clicked his tongue like he was admonishing Jun and quickly took over chopping the onions. Aiya, you’d think humans would evolve and immunity to the gasses onions give off considering they use them in cooking regularly.

“Fun fact-” the ‘about fairies’ bit was silent  “-onions don’t bother us. Evolution was kinder to us.”

He gestured to the counter with some shavings of veggie peels on it. “Scoop those into the trashcan before noonim yells at us both.”

Yells was used liberally here, as Eun-jung was more likely to go ‘omo, boys what a mess!’  and quietly do the spot cleaning herself while Jun insisted they were ‘about to do it, eomma!’

“Yah, you really took something out on the onions, didn’t you?” 

 JUN: 

Jun rolled his eyes at his hyung, though it was a good-natured kind of gesture (for Jun, at least). Of course fairies were unaffected by onions. You know, sometimes he wouldn’t mind so much being something like a fairy. It seemed idyllic from where he stood-- a kind community, lots of holding hands, one specific thing to do, even if that was, eh...garbage-talent! Or something. But anyway. 

He obeyed his hyung and put the food waste into the food waste bucket, since he would add it to the Moon’s compost pile later. Then he moved to the drawer to pull out another knife. He’d go for the mushrooms, eh. 

“Ah, just getting warmed up, hyung,” Jun said almost cheerfully. With a snort he took his place next to Mu-yeol and put the mushroom’s on another cutting board. “It’s election season. Plenty to be upset about, eh.” He began his furious chopping again. 

Yes, the election was what got Jun worked up. Nothing else! 

 MARLIN:

“The election? Oh.” Mu-yeol nodded slowly.

He almost forgot about that seeing as he never cared enough before last year. His son of course had only been going to human school for a year so it was just last year he cared enough to vote. If he recalled correctly he’d voted for Hades Acheron.

This year? He didn’t even know what seats were going to be open or who all was running yet. Of course that had yet to be announced but he imagined townsfolk had heard gossip of who may run.

“Are you looking to run?” He asked Jun, an eyebrow quirking up.

JUN: 

“Ha!” Jun barked at his hyung’s ridiculous question. 

Honestly, he could laugh even harder than that.

Jun, see, never had political aspirations. Politics were a bastard’s business-- necessary evil, yes, but not for him. Before his market was attacked though, he had hoped to help Al McWiggin with a campaign. Now? He wasn’t sure. It might be too dangerous. His store was targeted already. What if Swynlake went after his family next? What if Tae-yah was harassed at school? Jun fretted over these questions, and cursed himself for even caring in the first place--for ever wanting to make Swynlake better. 

Why did he care about Swynlake when Swynlake did not care about him? 

“Please, don’t you know we’re public enemy number one right now?” Jun said bitterly as he swept his mushrooms into the boiling pot. He reached for the carrots next. “I run, I get chased out of town with pitchforks.” 

 MARLIN:

“No? No, I didn’t hear. Who could be mad at your mother?” Mu-yeol wrinkled his nose in disbelief. Eun-jung was the kindest, most loving person. “Or is it you? You can be...abrasive.”

As Jun’s hyung, he can say something so brutally honest.

“Of course, part of that is our culture. We're blunt people. What makes you think people are so angry with you?” 

Being in the Hollow, he hadn’t heard of the vandalism. 

JUN: 

He scoffed again.

Was it a good thing that his hyung was clueless? Maybe, maybe not. Mu-yeol didn’t really count when it came to Swynlake. He avoided the town unless he was 1. Working; 2. Watching his son dance; or 3. Picking up Korean-specific groceries from the Moon Market. He had not come by recently and so he did not see the RACIST accusation nor did he go on Twitter or read the newspaper. Maybe it was a good thing talk did not reach the noisy dance halls of Pixie’s then? Or Jun should not count his luck. 

He began to furiously chop the carrots. 

“The store was attacked, hyung. A girl--she hated my petitions against vampires--against vampires, you know, the one many people signed! And so she vandalized the Market!” Jun brandished the knife very unsafely as his anger grew. “She said I was racist! I’m not racist, eh, I just don’t like vampires. You don’t like vampires!” Jabbed the knife toward Mu-yeol. “But I’m not racist. But no, now everyone is saying that we are unfriendly to Magicks and some are saying they won’t shop at our store-- but we are not, eh, we’ve never--we serve anyone who comes in, vampire, werewolf, fairy, sorcerer, we have never turned away a customer--all because I just wanted to make Swynlake safe against dark magic, dark magic, not all magic-- so I’ve ruined my entire fami--ah!” 

He hissed and his hand jerked away. He’d sliced into his skin with the knife as tears had blurred into his eyes once more. At least now he could blame such tears on the pain. Jun spat a very explicit Korean curse as he made to move over to the sink.  

 MARLIN:

Now, Mu-yeol was about to tell Jun it would be okay but then he had to go and damn near slice his hand off and that kicked him right into healing fairy mode. Jun swore and Mu-yeol followed him to the sink and turned it on so the water would rinse the cut. 

“Hey, hey, sh it’s okay. Don’t think about it.” Mu-yeol said gently. “I’ll fix it, give me your hand.

With her bare hand - which was not human medical practice - Mu-yeol took Jun’s hand in his and waved his other hand over the cut which in one motion stopped the bleeding. To seal the cut however he had to rest his other hand on top of Jun’s until it felt like they held sunbeams in their hands, complete with a little golden glimmer.

He pulled his hands away, still covered in Jun’s blood, and nodded to the hand. “Good as new.”

And with a flick of his wrists so that his palms faced up Jun’s blood disappeared from his hands. “And clean.”

 JUN: 

“Daebak.”

Jun did not say this.

He’d grumbled the entire time Mu-yeol tended his gash, tears stinging in his eyes. He had not heard the kitchen door open. He did not see Eomma enter. Only now he heard her soft exclamation. Jun jerked his head to see her holding freshly picked cucumbers from Appa’s garden. She had obviously brought them for Mu-yeol and Jun.

She had also, obviously, seen Mu-yeol perform magic. 

“Eomma,” Jun blurted and instinctively stepped in front of Mu-yeol as if he could hide--

Eun-jung blinked several times and then scurried toward them. “Aiya, already using both our cutting boards! Where am I supposed to cut these, hmm?” 

Jun blinked. He glanced at Mu-yeol--

Eun-jung pushed her way between them. “Junnie, the gim please.” 

“Eomma…”

“Stop standing there with your mouth open, you’ll eat a fly,” Eomma huffed. She looked at Mu-yeol. “Does this kid have rice stuffed in his ears? What?” A pause. “Are we still pretending I don’t know?” 

 MARLIN:

Mu-yeol stood there frozen like an ice block as his eyes flitted between Jun and Eun-jung. He used magic. He used magic on Jun (to help him!) and she didn’t even flinch. Apart from a soft exclamation of sur— no, not even surprise. She’d sounded impressed. Amazed? But not surprised.

And most importantly she didn’t seem angry. 

“I— what. Wait, what.” Mu-yeol finally stammered, looking at Jun as if to ask if he knew she knew. 

“You knew?” He asked quietly, barely above a whisper. “And you don’t care? For how long?”

 JUN: 

Jun watched his mother sigh, then smile gently at Mu-yeol.  

They had a rule in their household, very vague as to apply to many things. The rule was this: don’t talk about it. It could mean the recurring billywig blight that kept attacking their lettuce. It had meant Abeoji’s cancer. It definitely meant the many strange clients the Moon Market served, ‘strange’ applying to couples like Simba and Berlioz and to fairies like Mu-yeol. While these things were not altogether strange to Jun, he understood his parents’ stubborn silence as a conditional acceptance, for Swynlake had been what Abeoji could afford, and now that they were here-- it was home, flaws and all. They must respect those flaws. 

At least, that’s what Jun thought. Now? He felt like he’d just sliced his whole thumb off, even though the pain had vanished. What the hell was going on, eh?! 

“Oh, I don’t know!” Eun-jung said as she shrugged and laughed, though something in her sweet eyes remained sad. “Nam-minnie would always lose his hats, running around the store! You two aren’t so clever as you think. But you never said anything; I didn’t think you wanted us to know. It isn’t our business.” She shrugged a second time as she skinned the cucumber down. 

“You’re okay with it?!” Jun blurted. 

Eun-jung shot him a glare. “Eh, why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Because!” 

“They’re the Baes! What was I going to do, stop talking to them?” And though Jun knew she did not mean to, his Eomma blushed and looked back at her cucumbers, sucking her teeth as though Jun was ridiculous.

But--he understood at once. It was like he had always thought, the same reason why Jun had never said anything, following the rule of the Moon household to the strictest letter. The last thing he had wanted to do was take away one of Eomma’s friends. She hadn’t wanted to lose Mu-yeol, either. 

“Didn’t I tell you to get the gim?” 

Jun made a face. “Eommmaaaaaa.”

 MARLIN:

Eun-jung knew. 

Either she’d always known or she came to know and it didn’t matter to her, because she still invited them over for Chuseok; she still let Nemo sleep over with Tae; she still gently scolded Mu-yeol for telling Nemo to always help with dishes when he sleeps over. 

Had it not been for his being well-versed in Korean human culture, where showing the emotions he wanted to display now was frowned upon, he might have burst into tears and hugged her. He still almost did. 

“Tae eomma…” he said quietly — of course getting back to chopping onions because Chuseok meals waited for no touching revelation — “And you...don’t have any questions? It’s okay if you do. I owe you that much for intending to lie.”

 JUN: 

Eomma went quiet for a moment, but her hands didn’t stop. The knife banged against the cutting board as she sliced up the cucumbers, her movements quick and even. Jun watched, but those hands did not hesitate. Eomma did not seem to be uncomfortable either-- just focused on her task. Though he would be the first to admit that there was more he didn’t know about his parents. After all, he hadn’t known this! He’d foolishly kept a secret he didn’t need to keep. All this time, thinking he was protecting the Moons-- yah, what good was his gesture now? 

Though he wondered. About Abeoji. What about Abeoji? 

Eomma glanced at Jun first, probably sensing the loudness of such thoughts, but then smiled at Mu-yeol. 

“Eh, only if you want to share. I’ve lived in this town too long, I know such things are sensitive. It’s best to be polite.” 

Jun’s cheeks heated, hearing the lecture for him in it.

“Though--” she paused again, dropping her eyes. She tried to sound casual. “Can all fairies do that? What you did for Junnie? Is that why you look so young?” 

MARLIN:

That was the one thing about Korean human culture that really, truly, clashed with fairy culture. The whole ‘don’t ask about anything’ thing. He gave her permission, with his previous statement, and was incredibly thankful she did bite the bait, if only nibbled at it.

He chuckled low in his throat and got back to cutting vegetables, albeit slowly, before Eun-jung scolded him for just being a decoration in her kitchen.

“Not all fairies, only fairies like me. We’re all born with what we call Talents, and that’s our magic. Mine is healing, just like my youngest brother and one of my grandfathers. My parents were - are, they’re still alive - a Scout talent and Pixie Dust talent. Which means my father helps protect the Hollow, and my mother harvests and maintains the pixie dust supply for the whole Hollow. I look so young because once we hit about twenty-five we age slower than humans; a fairy’s lifespan is generally 150-200 years. Our Hollow Queen or King lives for centuries. My father is 103 and my mother is 75.”

Mu-yeol awkwardly cleared his throat. “Sorry. That was probably a lot.”

 JUN: 

Yah, talk about overexplaining. Though Jun only thought that because he was so used to underexplaining-- to excuses and hand-waving and looking the other direction. All such things became habits and habits were hard to break, even when there was no reason to keep them now. He saw the same behavior in his Eomma-- as she blinked and looked uncertain as to react to any of that. 

He wondered if she was thinking about Abeoji. 

Jun was thinking about Abeoji. 

Jun was thinking about how he had begged Mu-yeol to do something, and Mu-yeol said that he could not. It was hopeless, of course it was, and it was not Mu-yeol’s fault, but bitterness filled Jun anyway as his hyung spoke of living so long after healing Jun’s hand like it was nothing. Why did some creatures get such blessings when humans were forced to labor for the mere handful of years? Abeoji had only been sixty-one. Sixty-one. And he was gone. 

After a brief pause, Eomma nodded as though no such pause occurred. “Ahhh, I know about talents, of course. I did not know they weren’t all-- I though it was all in nature and we could get you to help our tomatoes grow.” Her eyes twinkled, all in jest. “But healing, yah, that’s very important. You must be so respected.” 

MARLIN:

Mu-yeol had already unloaded on Jun how very much not respected the Baes were in the Hollow, so he wasn’t sure how to answer Eun-jung. 

“At the clinic I am.” He didn’t lie because that was true. 

This was Eun-jung’s first Chuseok without her husband. He wouldn’t depress her by telling her about why outside of the clinic he and Nemo were a little...not everyone’s favorite. 

“Talents are unpredictable. None of my siblings have the same as my parents. But, Nemo is the same as his mother was. It just depends. On what, I’m not sure.”

JUN:

Jun was still watching his eomma as if she might transform in a moment-- turn from the sweet woman he knew that she was into the woman who ripped the covers off the bed and started shouting at her children if they stayed asleep for too long.

But of course Eomma didn’t. Why would she yell at Mu-yeol? There was no reason to yell at Mu-yeol. They were very different people, his eomma and his hyung, and yet it seemed there was enough similar between them that they both wanted-- to be kind to each other, to forgive each other for the things they might disagree on. 

It made Jun’s heart felt so soft and tender. He rubbed at his chest. Maybe it was just heartburn. 

“Ooooooh, I see. Well, that’s children for you anyway. Junnie takes after Appa, doesn’t he?” she smiled at Jun and turned Jun’s whole face red.

Jun sucked his teeth as if he were disagreeing.

“Who knows why they do? Eh, Junnie, start rolling these.” 

Jun had no choice to come forward to arrange the gimbap. 

Eomma turned to face Mu-yeol then-- and her face looked much more serious. “Mu-yeol ssi, I do hope… I think-- I am sorry,” she finally settled on. She bowed her head slightly. “If you felt that our family would not welcome yours if we knew about your heritage. I think, when we were younger… Yoon-seok and I, there was a lot we didn’t know how to talk about. There’s still so much. But I hope you will still feel safe here.”

[kazumasougi]

miles my beloved give me your top 5 or 10 video games the number is up to u

oh shit okay um these are in no particular order bc i could never pit them against each other <3

1. dgs very good (self explanatory) aa games would be up here too but dgs is just better

2. undertale good. first game that i ever got super fixated on. i think i liked it so much because the different runs and choices give it a lot of replayability! pacifist will always be my favorite though ♥️ sometimes bullet hell games can be good

3. hades. good fucking game. it is so hard to run out of content even after like 100 runs. the rest of the supergiant series might be here too but i havent gotten around to playing them yet

4. the super mario galaxy games... theyre just good. like i know its just mario but itsa mario my friend mario :) wahoo! its one of those games that satisfies the ‘look in every corner’ part of my brain

5. the portal games! both games are pretty short and sweet but very fun and very silly. a good time for a couple of hours.

6. botw is very fun :] i like it a lot so far and its been super consistent with the kind of things i like to see in open-world games

7. oneshot! its one of those games i havent played/watched in a loooong ass time but its got a nice story and its very endearing. reminds me just the smallest amount of undertale with how meta it gets sometimes

8. CELESTE HOLY SHIT HOW DID I ALMOST FORGET IT. PLEASE PLAY CELESTE. its actually kind of a difficult game but its one of those games where dying isnt actually that discouraging. its got an incredible soundtrack and the protagonist is a trans woman :) its one of those games where you can tell it was more of a passion project than a job and i love it so, so much

9. uhhhhh uhhmmm ummh uhh um shit i spent so long gushing about celeste that i forgot what to put after this. fuck it uh. kirby squeak squad

10. zero escape 999 goes here. now i know i said i didnt put these in any particular order but 999 goes last. i hate it so much because i dont bc i do no i dont ♥️

honorable mentions include night in the woods, stardew valley, and slime rancher. good games

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Event Roundup Time!!!!

I am SOOOOOOO sorry y’all!!! I completely forgot to do an event roundup!!! Please forgive me!!! Fanmail from @killianjones4ever82 brought it to my attention and I’m so glad she did! We had an incredible summer and we need to have a post that can be easily accessed with all the fabulous fics and gorgeous artwork that dropped for the event! So without further ado, here we go!!!!

Under the cut, because this is gonna be a LOOOOOOONG post!!!

Here is a link to the entire collection of fics on ao3.

@welllpthisishappening opened us up this year with her first fic for the event, All the Subliminal Things. Rated T with four chapters. COMPLETE. Artwork by @resident-of-storybrooke.

Emma Swan does not believe in soulmates.

Or so she says. Because if her soulmate did, actually, exist, he should have shown up by now. So, she must be a fluke, a broken cog in a system that really doesn't make much sense anyway. It is, she figures, why she agrees to meet David's friend before Regina and Robin's wedding. This guy doesn't believe in soulmates either.

She's intrigued.

Until she hears him talk. And everything flips after that.

At the end of June, Laura posted All Was Golden In the Sky. Rated M and we have five chapters left. Artwork by @resident-of-storybrooke, extra artwork by @distant-rose and @optomisticgirl can be found on Laura’s chapter blog posts.

Magic is dying.

Emma knows it. She can feel it, the emptiness rattling around in her, like it’s trying to make sure she disappears as well. What she doesn’t know is what to do about it, because, suddenly, there is a man in Storybrooke claiming she’s the Savior and a seeress certain a prophecy promises the same and the last thing she expects is for her minimal amount of lingering power to pull her away.

To New York City.

And another oddly familiar man with blue eyes and a smile that sinks under her skin and makes magic bloom in the air around her. Things are about to get interesting.

@darkcolinodonorgasm posted One Day, a LadyHawke AU with artwork by @sherlockianwhovian. Rated T and we are two chapters in. 

By day, Emma is the beautiful swan gliding over the waters of Misthaven's pond, but when night falls, the voice of the wolf the people living in the little town hear is Killian's cry. The curse was meant to be forever, to keep them always together yet eternally apart. No force in Heaven would be able to break such spell, nor any force on Earth. Or so Emma and Killian thought.

Towards the end of June Sara posted Hidden Paths Between the Moon and Sun, the sequel to her Hades and Persephone AU, Until the Stars Are All Alight. Artwork by @sherlockianwhovian. Rated M with one of six chapters so far.

The King of the Underworld has never taken a vacation before, not a proper one and not one that lasted more than a few months. Now that his firstborn is capable enough to take the throne ad interim, Killian can finally show his beloved Queen the world, giving her the honeymoon they never had the chance to have. But the King’s plan doesn’t stop quite there.

@allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 posted original art Killian Falls for Siren Emma

Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be

Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold, There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

and Paranormal Photographers/Reporters.

When you hear the knell of a requiem bell Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell Restless bones etherealize Rise as spooks of every size

@donteattheappleshook posted Just Human Vol2, the sequel to her submission last year, Just, Human. Artwork by 1 2 by @djlbg. Rated M with five chapters. COMPLETE.

A continuation of last years CSSNS story Just Human. Now that Killian is a ghost and Mary Margaret knows everything, what does life have in store for a group of supernatural misfits? With the threat of Gold gone, Emma learns that sometimes just being human is the most complicated challenge of all.

@thislassishooked posted Wake Me Up Inside. Rated M with three chapters so far. Artwork by @tennant-the-tigger.

Killian Jones has lived longer than any man has a right to live. Most would argue that what he was doing was not living, but merely existing. The day he lost the love of his life was the day he lost the will to live, but instead of ending his life he inadvertently became the strongest being on earth and unfortunately indestructible. His mortal enemy followed him into immortality and craves the power only Killian possesses. With his brother by his side and the help of a quirky, blonde hematologist, who makes him question whether he is ready for death after all, he will fight against evil, but more importantly, for the cure.

@let-it-raines posted Not Your (Soul)Mate. Rated M with sixteen chapters. COMPLETE. Artwork 1 2 3 4 5 6 by @captainsjedi. 

Killian Jones doesn’t like the idea of soulmates. He sees how happy his friends are with theirs, but he still doesn’t like the idea, not when he’s found love and lost it time and time again only to still not know his sign. He has no markings on his skin, no voices in his head, but then one day he meets Emma Swan and everything changes. Because, well, he may not have ink on his skin to tell him who to love, but the very first time that he hears Emma’s voice he knows that she’s the one for him. Then again, that could simply be his desire talking. After all, for every word she speaks, he becomes aroused.

It’s not the worst thing in the world to be incredibly attracted to a beautiful woman, but things aren’t that simple when she doesn’t have any interest in being his soulmate.

He’s screwed. And not in the good way.

@shireness-says posted A Drowning Soul Will Clutch at Any Straw. Rated T one shot. Artwork by @hollyethecurious.

Though this is far from Killian Jones' first encounter with a mermaid, he's never met any quite like this blonde siren. Together, can they break a cruel curse?

@snowbellewells posted her first fic for the event, Face to Face in the Broad Daylight, her sequel to last years Run to Me (In the Dead of Night) in early July. Rated T with five chapters so far. Artwork by @branlovestowrite.

Here we have a sequel to my werewolf, alternate season two and beyond fic from last year’s CSSNS. You probably want to read that story "Run to Me (in the Dead of Night)" first, or it might be a bit confusing in places. This second story in the same universe partially exists just because I wanted to revisit these couples and enjoy a bit more of their fluffy happily ever afters. However, we may also see them get into some new surprises and challenges, and of course we need to see if Rumplestiltskin is still under control or back to his usual scheming and plotting. I hope you will enjoy. 

Marta also posted at the end of July A Story Told at Last. Rated T with three chapters. COMPLETE. Artwork by @branlovestowrite.

Historical Literature Professor Henry Mills has the chance of a lifetime before him. He might finally uncover the truth of a folktale that has intrigued him for years. But, when the whole story comes to light, will he be able to accept the story that needs to be told?

@thejollyroger-writer posted her first fic of three for the event, Love After Death: The Afterlife Hotel. Rated T one shot with artwork by @captainsjedi. 

Emma Swan has spent sixty years in the afterlife believing she was never going to meet her real soulmate, after believing in the wrong name tattooed on her wrist. But when she keeps seeing the same new guest of the Afterlife Hotel around, might she be able to learn how to love again?

Megan’s second fic for the event was What Happened in Berkshire. Rated G with two of three chapters posted. Artwork by @captainsjedi.

When Emma’s boyfriend leaves her for the woman he’s been cheating with, she accepts an offer from her hospital to move to England. While she is out celebrating her thirtieth birthday with her friends before they head back to America, she drunkenly kisses the statue of Captain Hook in front of Eton College, and he comes to life. Together, he and Emma try to figure out what this curse means for them by searching for the witch that cursed him in the first place — are they really True Love, as he wants to believe they are, or did Emma’s magic go awry?

Megan’s third fic for the event was Falling Paws Over Heels. Rated T one shot. Artwork by @captainsjedi.

Captain Killian Jones -- the notorious Captain Hook -- has heard all kinds of stories during his travels around all of the realms. But the story that has always interested him the most is that of the enchanting sorceress of Storybrooke, a small town in the Enchanted Forest's Misthaven, the sorceress who takes men to her bed, but will only give her heart to the man who befriends her cat. Will Killian be the one who finally has what it takes?

@gingerchangeling posted Luck of the Irish. Rated M with one chapter of seven so far. Artwork by @resident-of-storybrooke.

Emma needs parent volunteer hours. So she offers to chaperon Henry's upcoming field trip to the museum. Its just a pack of prepubescent angst ridden children, an exhibit about dead people, and a rock used in blood sacrifices with a curse carved into it. What's the worst that could happen?

@jarienn972 posted A Simple Spell. Rated T with six chapters so far. Artwork by @cocohook38. 

This story is my entry into the 2019 Captain Swan Supernatural Summer event and is my first venture into AU territory. Storybrooke remains our setting but I've switched up some of the characters and familial relations to better suit this tale of prodigal witch Emma who returns to her birthplace to learn lots of secrets about herself and cast a spell that could change everything.

@profdanglaisstuff posted The Very Witching Time. Rated M with six chapters. COMPLETE. Artwork by @gingerchangeling. Extra artwork by @mariakov81 can be found on Saira’s chapter posts on her blog.

Emma Swan is a hereditary witch, last in a long line of wise women who for centuries have guarded the coast of Maine and the small village of Storybrooke with their homemade cures and their ancient magic. She holds the delicate balance between magic and mundane, but now that balance is threatened by a new foe, one capable of bringing an end to everything Emma is and everything she loves. To defeat it she will need all her power, help from her friends and neighbours, and the loyalty of a very unusual dog who answers to the name of Killian.

@searchingwardrobes gave us the first of two fics for the event, An Education in Southern Gothic. Rated T with two chapters. COMPLETE. Artwork by @hollyethecurious.

Fact: there’s a graveyard between the football field and the science building. Debatable: a ghost haunts the halls of Misthaven Hills High. Emma Swan is about to get an education. Killian Jones is about to get a whole lot more.

Melanie’s second fic was titled Until the Day Breaks and the Shadows Flee. Rated M with eight chapters. COMPLETE. Artwork by @hollyethecurious.

Every night, she traces the contours of his body as Killian whispers words of love against her skin. But can Princess Emma ever be fully happy with a husband who only comes to her in utter darkness? A Captain Swan AU of the Roman myth of Cupid and Psyche.

@spartanguard posted Sick of Love. Rated M with three chapters. COMPLETE. Artwork by @sherlockianwhovian.

If Emma’s not careful, she just might bump into her soulmate. Physically. And while she might like the idea of what comes with that—an almost psychic connection whenever they make skin contact—she’d rather not deal with the awful withdrawal sickness that can come when they inevitably leave her; she’s got a son, so she doesn’t have time for that. So she keeps herself covered and thinks she’ll be okay. Until she meets Killian, who does the same thing. Will their barriers protect them, or just hurt them more?

@snidgetsafan posted Whom the Gods Love Die Young. Rated G (for the moment) with one chapter so far. Artwork by @tennant-the-tigger.

The bride bit into the shiny red apple as everyone cheered around her, the wedding ceremony ending with this ritual gesture. The clapping and hurrahs soon turned to screams of horror as Snow dropped the apple, choking and clutching her throat as she fell in her groom’s arms, a last I love you leaving her lips before she died, David’s screams the loudest of all.

David and Emma travel to the Underworld to claim back Snow after her untimely death. In order to do so, they're going to have to face the dark and mysterious God of the Underworld and complete his challenges.

Seems simple enough until you add magic, divine quarrels, and the worst thing of all: feelings.

@eastwesthomeisbest posted original artwork, The Love of the Samodiva Pts1 and 2.

In Bulgarian folklore Samodiva is an ethereal female wood nymph. She is unearthly beautiful and eternally young. Her hair is blond and long, her waist is thin and petite, her eyes can bewitch and dazzle or even kill. Any man who lays eyes on her instantly falls in love. Samodivas’ attire consists of long white gowns and shirts and a rainbow-coloured or green belt. They have a white mantel, also called a shadow, in which their power lies. They like to ride deer, using twisted snakes for reins and often carry with them bows and arrows.

If a huntsman accidentally kills a samodiva’s deer, she will make him blind or give him a disease which will inevitably lead to his death.

The wood nymphs live in dark forests, in big old trees, caves or forgotten huts which are near water sources, wells or rivers.

Samodivas can be spotted from spring to autumn. In winter they live in the mythical village Zmeykovo, which is located at the edge of the world and is a home to many mythical creatures. When they are on earth they are active at night and disappear immediately when the sun comes out, because they fear it.

At twilight, the samodivas go to fresh water sources, strip naked, wash themselves and their clothes which they lay out to dry in the moonlight. They keep a watchful eye on their drying clothes, because if a man steals their mantle, where their power lies, they turn into normal women and have to obey the man. After washing themselves and their clothes, the samodivas gather around and start singing and dancing. It is known that the samodiva’s songs are the most beautiful and their dances are the most graceful. If a late traveller sees the samodivas’ dance, he is enticed to join them and dances with them from midnight to dawn. When the sun’s rays appear, the nymphs disappear in haste and leave the traveller to die from exhaustion. The samodivas love music and often kidnap shepherds, so that they can play kaval (shepherd’s pipe) for them while they dance.

Samodivas are not always harmful. Sometimes they appear like normal working women and help with the harvest. They would especially help women with children. If a man does something good for a samodiva, she becomes his patron or a sworn sister. Sometimes, a samodiva can fall in love with a human and bear him children, who grow up to be great heroes.

Samodivas are forest creatures and therefore knowledgeable about herbs and cures. However, they never share their secrets willingly. The only way to obtain their knowledge is to eavesdrop on one of their gatherings.

@courtorderedcake posted two fics for this years event. Hallow rated E with eight chapters so far with accompanying artwork 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11.

"The Goblin King was prepared to host the Darkness, stealing Fae women away to their corrupted lands underneath the ground as concubines. The Darkness chose another in his stead, but not before this selected vessel enacted a devastating attack in its vengeance, revealing its hatred & rage. The battle was a lesson the old kings had forgotten; never underestimate an opponent. Many more lives were lost as they razed over any who dared defy The Goblin King's will. Only the pure love of our rulers united in matrimony, breaking the Vorpal Dagger, sealed the darkness and the Goblin menace away. The light flourished under their fair rule, and the queen bore a child as pure as moon beams, swan feathers, and starlight. They lived happily ever after, and shall be written in history as Heroes for All Time."

This is the history Princess Emma memorizes from the day she is born, paraded about and presented only with the highest protection. The palace is a cage she wishes to escape, desperately. Not careful what wishes she made, Emma discovers history is written by the victors - The Dark One has an entirely different version of the events that took place.

Roses, rated E with two of four chapters so far. Artwork by @eastwesthomeisbest.

A CS retelling of Tam Lin, the classic fairytale. Liberties taken. Magic and Fae BS in play.

@pirateherokillian posted Wanderer Redeemed. Rated T with just the prologue so far. Artwork coming soon from @tennant-the-tigger.

Emma, Goddess of Hope and Happy endings, finds herself in need and her only real chance of ever getting what she desires comes in the form of Killian Jones, a shunned outcast of their kind. A Modern-Day Gods Captain Swan AU written for CSSNS.

@ilovemesomekillianjones posted The Soldier, the Witch, and the Dragon. Rated M one shot with artwork 1 2 by @spartanguard.

When soldier Killian Jones shows up on witch Emma Swan's doorstep, two worlds will collide. He will learn of worlds and wonders he never imagined possible and she will learn that true love might just be in the cards for her. Witches, Dragons and Magic, Oh My! A CS story for the 2019 Captain Swan Supernatural Summer event.

@whimsicallyenchantedrose posted Until the Stars Are All Alight. Rated T with two chapters of twenty so far. Artwork by @clockadile.

CS LOTR au: When Emma Swan steals a yellow Volkswagen Beetle, she has no idea it will lead her toward an adventure filled with danger and intrigue, sacrifice and a love stronger than anything she could imagine. Tasked with bringing the Savior home, the elf, Killian Jones of Misthaven travels to the Land Without Magic. Can he convince Emma to fulfill her destiny before the Dark One regains power and takes over all of the Enchanted Forest?

And last but certainly not least, @teamhook posted Rionnag Dorcha Gorm (Dark Blue Star). Unrated with two chapters so far. Artwork by @hollyethecurious

It is said that evil is not born but made. This is how an act of kindness is twisted into a story about revenge. Emma and Killian are childhood friends until a tragedy separates them will another reunite them.

I’ve read all of these fics and they are all absolutely FANTASTIC!!! It’s been so much fun reading all these wonderful fics and staring at the gorgeous art that went with them!! Be sure to let them know how much you’re enjoying their hard work! The WIP’s will continue updating until they are finished and I will be back at the end of the month with everything that has updated in September! Until then folks!

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 29)

"Hades&Persephone"

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

"Kitten.... Kitten" Colson gently wakes Luna.

"Nooooo...." She whines "I just wanna sleep." She starts to pout.

"I know, Kitten" he coaxes her gently. "Here." He puts her sunglasses in her hand.

"You're a wise man..." She continues to whine.

"Thank you. Here, sit up, I have water for you too." He puts the bottle in her hands.

She does what he says, begrudgingly. "Why am I uppppp" she whines again, after sipping the water, throwing herself back onto the bed. "AHHHHH!!" She yells out. Grabbing her shoulder.

"That's why. I got The Doc downstairs, he needs to check you out." He's trying to get her out of bed.

"Steph checked meeeee..." She argues.

"Did Steph give you antibiotics?" He asks firmly.

"No." She says quietly.

"C'mon then, Kitten." He's afraid to man-handle her because of her shoulder so he just scoops her up. Carrying her down the stairs in a white T and black panties. Luna doesn't even give a fuck.

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Ashley's in the kitchen with The Dr as Colson carries Luna in, sunglasses and all. Ashley laughs loudly. "THIS Bitch." She says to Colson.

He sets Luna down. "I know." He says shaking his head and laughing. "It's the only way I could get her out of bed."

"Drink this." Ashley sets a large glass of seltzer and lemon beside her friend.

The Dr is setting things up moving around Luna.

"You're AMAZING..." Luna moans taking a large drink.

"I know..." Says Ashley with sass.

The Dr finally speaks "Ok, Miss Smith. Let's take a look, you mind taking your shirt off for me?"

She looks at Ashley. "I don't have a bra." She says flatly. Ashley snaps her fingers, pulling an unwilling Luna off the table into the hall. Where she magically produces a black sports bra. "You are amazing."

"I told you, I KNOW." Both girls laugh.

Luna changes and gets back on the table. As The Dr looks at her wound, Colson stares at her barely clothed body, feeling his dick grow. He doesn't want to look at her shoulder. It makes him think of Jackson and all that does is piss him off.

The Dr confirms it was a through and through but continues to tell Luna that she's lucky it didn't hit the brachial artery or plexus. Trying not to roll her eyes, she's pissed about all the probable damage to her tattoos. He writes her a script for 2 antibiotics and 30s. She thanks him for his time and discretion. As Colson walks him to the door, Luna whispers "What the fuck??" To Ashley as she lays back on kitchen table. Wincing when the wound hits it.

"Seeee..." Laughs Ashley. "Stop acting like an Asshole." She sits at the table over top of Luna. "YOU'RE really fucking lucky Jax was there." She says looking down at her.

"I was really fucking lucky he gave me a gun." She snaps back. Instantly sorry.

"I don't give a fuck HOW you were lucky. YOU WERE FUCKING LUCKY. I know you're gonna do what you do, Loons, but you gotta be more careful. I get this whole deportation thing and that the kid lost a dad but I'm sure the mom would agree, that you dying to save some stuffed animal, would fuck the kid up more than losing it."

"I know....." Luna sighs. "I'll be more careful, MOM." She says with a smile.

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"FUCKING GET HER, ASH!" Colson thinks hearing the girls after he lets The Dr out.

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Colson strolls back into the kitchen. Leans over Luna and kisses her. "Wanna do something fun tonight?" He asks.

"Not really, but you know." She shrugs one shoulder, still laying on the table.

"Pete's playing a show in Burbank. I lost a bet to him and I have to do a minute set."

"On stage?" Ashley asks.

"Yeah, Dude." Colson grins.

"Dom and I are THERE, Kells!" She exclaims.

"Greeeeat..." Colson looks at her and they both laugh.

Luna's still laying on the table. "What bet did you lose?" She asks Colson.

"That I couldn't keep my shirt on at his birthday party last year." He laughs.

"Waaait.... You were at his 29th? I was there too. I wonder why we didn't meet then." She says sitting up. She and Colson look at each other inquisitivly.

Ashley breaks their thoughts "Because you were only there for like a minute, Loons. You literally popped in to give him his gift and birthday love. Remember?

"Oh, yeeahhh..." Luna drifts off, thinking back to that night.

"So, wanna go, Kitten?" Colson asks her.

"Uh, yeah, Bunny. Of course. Ash, you're coming?" She asks.

"Mhm." She nods her head.

"What time's the show?" She asks Colson.

"I gotta be there by 930P."

"You guys wanna do dinner? I've been wanting to hit Toca Madera..." Luna asks.

"Yaaaaas Girl!!! Mexican all day!" Ashley hoots. Luna looks up at Colson who nods in agreeance.

"Alright, I'll pack a bag and shower at your house?" She asks Colson pulling the white T back on.

"Yup." Colson agrees, sad to watch her body disappear.

"Ashhhh...? Do me a favor, please?"

"What, Buddy?"

"If I run a load, will you throw my clothes in the dryer after?"

"No prob." Ashley agrees as Luna heads towards the stairs.

Colson leans into Luna's ear, following her up them "Mexican, hunh? I guess that means no butt sex tonight?" Poking her in the ass with his finger.

"Get the fuck away from me, You Weirdo!" She shrieks, laughing while running up the steps. "We don't do butt stuff!!" She shouts over her shoulder, making him laugh.

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Back in her room Luna dumps her leather travel bag all over the floor as Colson lights a joint. She makes a pile of clothes she wants to wash. He passes her the joint. Finding new to restock her bag, she comes across her leather. There's a solid hole through the left side. Luna passes back the joint and digs through a make-up bag, pulling out a bunch of safety pins. A few minutes later she displays it. "Fixed." She laughs as she continues to pack. Colson smiles lightly, hating the jacket now and how that hole almost took Luna from him.

"She loves that fucking jacket. She's never gonna give it up." He thinks sighing to himself.

Once back from starting a load of laundry, Luna slips on a pair of cutoffs. "You ready?" She asks Colson. He nods grabbing her bag. As they head out the door Colson shouts to Ashley " WE OUT!!"

"See yous for dinner!" She calls back from somewhere in the house.

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Heading back to Colson's Luna asks about the goldfish. "Oh fuck!! I forgot all about them!!" He exclaims.

"Can we stop and grab a bowl and shit in case they are alive? She asks him.

"Anything you want, Kitten." He takes her hand and kisses it. Before stopping off at a Target.

They are Assholes in Target. He carries her around piggy back style through out the store, tries to buy all the Betas for fighting. She says No so he attacks her with bouncy balls at her legs. As Luna's paying, she loses him for a second before he comes running passed her, screaming with his tongue out. They are not allowed in that Target anymore.

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Still laughing about Target when they walk in they're greeted by a surprisingly quiet house and only 1 dead fish. "That's us." Colson nods at the fish. "Hades and Persephone. Can't kill The Devil and His Bride." He scoops up a laughing Luna, kissing her deeply.

"You do know how fucked up that myth is, don't you?" She asks, still laughing.

"Nope. I don't know and I don't care." He states.

"Hades and Persephone it is..." She laughs throwing her hands up. She sets the fish bowl up in the middle of the kitchen island.

"We have pets." He says kissing her on the head.

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Upstairs Colson throws himself on the bed after dropping Luna's bag. Coming in after him, she can't help but jump on him. "Come're Haaaaadesssss..." She teases from above him, littering his face and neck with kisses. He sits up, she pulls his shirt off as he carefully goes for hers, terrified of hurting her. She sees his worry, taking off her shirt and sports bra herself to his relief. She stands up on the bed letting him unbutton and pull off her shorts and panties. He stares up at her naked body before pulling her down onto his face. Licking and lapping her every fold making her twitch and giggle.

"FUCKING PEACHES." He loves the way she tastes.

He hits her spots making her buck. "Bunnnnyyy!!!" She calls out, cumming all over his face as he holds her steady by the waist. Lifting her up off of him, he moves behind her, grabs her hips, setting her on all fours.

As he slides into her, he groans "GOD, YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD, KITTEN."

"Mmmm you like that, Bunny?" She coos. "You like fucking me from behind?"

He's fucking her harder and faster with her words

"I do." He pants out. She's close and can tell he's right with her. She starts slamming against him hard making him moan. Pushing harder and harder she begs "Who's pussy is it, Hm? Who owns this fucking pussy, Bunny?" She moans as she cums.

"I DOOOOOO!!!" He shouts bursting inside of her.

"Yeah, you do." She giggles easing herself down on the bed. He makes sure his face isn't on her shoulder as he kisses her back. Taking their time and laying inside of her, he loves that they have little rituals like this.

She looks at her watch, it's 530P. They have dinner reservations at 7p. She tells him they should shower and he agrees.

They do it again in the shower because how can they be naked together and NOT?

Luna throws on a black long sleeve cotton shirt, black leather pants and her black Red Bottoms. She's has a fire engine red lip to match, jewelry piled on.

They leave a still empty house to head to dinner.

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Luna rest her feet in Colson's lap as they smoke a joint on the way to grab Ashley and Dom. They figured they'd all ride together to Toca Madera, then Flappers. Both couples hold hands walking in, easily being sat. "Try not to beat anyone up in here." Colson whispers into her ear heading to their table.

"No promises." She smirks back before sitting down.

Dinners delicious. Their margaritas and fish tacos are to die for. Conversation is fun and engaging as always with the 4 of them. Colson and Dom are talking about their video. They're thinking about doing an open call in the next couple days. Ashley and Luna encourage them, both agreeing it's a gnarly idea. Luna and Ashley have enjoyed watching the guys collaborate. That's when it hits Ashley "We should fucking collab!!" She exclaims excitedly. "I don't know why we never thought of it before!!"

"RIGHT!!!" Shouts Luna in disbelief. "FUCKING RIOT GRL ANTHEM!!!" She's still shouting.

"YEEEEESSSSS!!!!" Oozes Ashley as they high five each other. The guys watch them in amusement as the girls chatter excitedly. Luna already pulling her notebook out.

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Leaving Toca Madera is pure hell. Someone must have called the paparazzi alerting them to Ashley. Seeing the 4 of them together is just extra cash on their film.

"Halsey!! Halsey!!" One shouts.

"Yungblud! Over here!!" Shouts another. They push through the cameras with their heads down.

"MGK!!! MGK!!" They shout for Colson. Luna's tucked under Colson's arm, wound side in, head down as Colson pushes them through. As he opens the door for her, she looks up. That does it. She hears it as he shuts her door.

"IS THAT, THAT BROOKLYN BITCH!??? MGK!! MGK!! ARE YOU GUYS TOGETHER??" Luna leans over to push open his door for him, Colson slides into the driver's seat of his Benz. Sticking his tongue out and giving The Paps the middle finger as they pull off.

"Holy fucking shit balls!" Luna sighs, lighting a joint.

"I know." The other 3 say in unison.

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To be continued.....

[alia-turin]

I saw requests were open! Could you do a one shot fic of Libertus with a female reader/oc. The reader being a more submissive person. Like someone who is small and cute that you would never expect him to be with...but they are lol. Props if she’s good friends with the other glaives as well ;)

You have no idea for how long I have been wanting a Libertus fic, but somehow I never get to write one. That request pushed me into doing it (in a good way push) and thank you for that. In fact I might even write a part two of it once I am done with the other requests. 

Also if you guys are waiting for me to complete your request, I am working on them! I just tackle them on first come, first served basis so depending when you submitted, it might take some time. Thank you for being patient. 

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Fic Title: The ExamRating/Warnings: G (couple of mild swear words here and there) Pairing: Libertus x ReaderSummary: Reader has crush on Libertus for some time, but is too shy to admit it. Crowe comes to the rescue. ��Notes: That was really cute to write and once again I am grateful for that request. There might be part 2 (I said as I looked at my to write list and sobbed)

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You loved your job. Ever since you were a kid you wanted tobe a nurse and now your dream has come true. You were lucky enough to work inthe royal hospital where you felt you could make a real difference. All of the Crownsguardand Kingsglaive were coming here for check-ups, after missions debriefs and forserious injuries. It was a tough job but you felt like you could make adifference. You wanted to help your city and your kingdom, but you were neverthe soldierly type. You could work twelve jour shifts or more but youabsolutely didn’t see yourself being on the battlefield fighting demons. Itwasn’t that you were afraid, although you have never seen a demon up close somaybe it was that, but you just lacked the skills and determination. Medicalwork…that was something different.

Every day in the hospital was different. Some were a bitless busy and some were so busy that you were falling asleep on your homeafterwards. Today was probably one of your favourite days, it was the Glaive’s annualcheck up time, a formality that had to be done every year. You liked that timebecause it didn’t involve anyone being in pain and you could have enough timeto chat with your friends amongst the Glaives which was a rare commodity. Yourjob and theirs didn’t exactly match well for hang out time.

“Hey girl!” Crowe walked into the office you were using and saton the chair across of yours. “Haven’t seen you in like forever.”

“I can say the same.” You smiled and opened the folder infront of you. “Anything I should know about?”

“Down to business, are we?” she winked at you and continued.“No, nothing I can think of.”

“That’s good news.” You pointed to the eye examination boardbehind you. “Read the third line left to right.”

She did it. No mistakes, didn’t even hesitate. You proceededwith the rest of the exams, everything was perfect.

“So, guess who is next.” Crowe gave you a big grin as shewas putting her top on. At first you didn’t get what she was saying but thenyou looked at the next folder.

“Oh shit! I forgot to pass him to someone else.” You saidout loud even if you didn’t want to. Crowe gave you a curious look. “Every timehe happens to be in my pile or comes here I usually switch with a colleague.She passes me that redhead with the big mouth because he doesn’t leave her aloneand we are good. I forgot to give her the file this time…” you started to panicthat wasn’t good.

“Wait, I thought you liked Lib, why would you want to avoid him?Did something happen? Because if he did something I will kick his ass right nowand he will need medical attention.” Crowe was dead serious and you weregrateful for her words but it wasn’t that.

“No, it’s just…” you could feel yourself blushing, you werenever good at that. “I do like him. That is the problem.”

“How is that a problem? Some hospital policy?” Crowe walked closerto you.

“No…” You couldn’t see it but you could swear you wereturning very red. “I just…can’t talk to him. Like…I’m afraid I will saysomething stupid and he will think I am an idiot. Plus, he would never likesomeone like me.”

“What does ‘someone like me’ even mean?” Crowe soundedangry, but not as if she was starting a fight, the way friends get angry whenyou say something stupid. “Girl, you are cute and pretty and smart, if anythinghe should be intimidated by you. You want me to stay here when you check onhim?”

“Well, it’s not proper I mean…it’s medical examination it’spersonal.” You objected but at the back of your head you were more than willingto ask Crowe to do the examination so you were as far as possible from Libertusand don’t have to make an eye contact, not even to mention speaking.

“Okay fine, I will stay here, will ask Nyx to join us as well.”Crowe didn’t even wait for you to respond and went out to call the two guys in.You were grateful, you couldn’t really say yes to that, you could be in troubleperforming a medical exam not with one extra person inside but two. Then againyou knew you would mess up everything, so having Crowe and Nyx there was abonus.

“Hey, you how is life treating you?” Nyx walked towards youand give you a warm embrace. “Haven’t seen you in ages, you should hang outwith us a bit more.”

“Hey!” Libertus said, standing there unsure what was happeningand why suddenly there was three of them inside.

“You don’t mind, Lib don’t you? I just haven’t seen her inages and thought to use the time to chat a bit.” Crowe said quickly and winkedat you.

“Sure, you both have seen my ass more time than I feel comfortablewith.” He said and you smiled. You loved his sense of humor. It was probablyone of the first things you had noticed about him when you still had the timeto hang out with these guys.

You started checking his eyes, then blood pressure and therest. Crowe did you a solid that she didn’t stop talking which was distractingyou from the obvious fact that you were actually touching your crush.

“You should come out to drink with us after work.” Nyx saidbut you made a sign fr him to stay silent since you were checking Libertus’heart.

“Hey, Lib do you know that she has a crush on you.” Crowesuddenly said and you wanted to sink in the ground. You were going to strangle her.After you had strangled yourself because that was not how it should go. Heshould never learn about that. Never.

Libertus didn’t say anything, but you were hearing his heartrate. It was faster than a moment ago.

“You two dickheads should go out. Now.” He finally said andyou walked away from him, sat on your desk and started typing data on yourcomputer, pretending you didn’t hear anything or that in fact you weren’t inthat room at all. Crowe was grinning, Nyx winked at you and they both walkedout like children who were trying to escape punishment.

“Everything is fine, you are clear to go.” You said tryingto keep your voice as flat as possible, but it was still shaking, in fact you werethankful for your instinct to sit down, because otherwise your who body wouldbe trembling.

“Is it true what she said?” Libertus said on the chairacross of you, obviously no intention to leave.

“…yes.” You said that as quietly as possible hoping he wouldnever hear it. You could feel your face flushing, your eyes were pinned onLibertus’ shoes not on his face.

“Funny, because I think you are very cute and smart, butthought I don’t have a shot with you. I always figured that nurses go after theNyx type.” There he was his joking tone, the way he was taking everything easy.You looked up for a second and he had a massive grin on his face. Why you neversaid anything? Is that the reason why you stopped hanging out with us?”

“No, it was mostly work.” That was true. You were too busy,your schedules weren’t friendly for social life. But you knew if you tried youcould find some time. Truth was, you had a crush on him, bad crush, but youwere too shy to do anything about it and that was killing you. You knew thatsooner or later he would find another girl, just for the night or a seriousrelationship it didn’t matter and that was going to kill you. Not because youblamed him, it wasn’t really his fault if he didn’t know. You realized howsilly you were, but you couldn’t go over your shyness and insecurities. He wasso much better than you were. Great personality, sense of humor, handsome. Youwere…well you were you, nothing special, certainly not deserving to be a glaive’sgirlfriend.

“How abut you go out with me tonight?” as he said that youlooked at him in panic. He just asked you out! How…what… “Okay, that was a bitforward. How about…you come out with us tonight, we have more time to hangoutand see what happens from there.”

That sounded a bit more reassuring. You didn’t mind beingalone with Libertus, you wanted it, you were just afraid that a date with himwould turn into long spans of uncomfortable silence on your end. You liked himso much, but the more you liked him the more you worried that you will saysomething stupid.

“I finish work at six.” You said eventually realizing youneeded to give some sort of response.

“Perfect, I will come pick you up at the front entrance.” Hesaid as you finished typing the results from his exam way calmer.

“Thank you.” You finally said and managed to muster thecourage to look him in the eyes.

“I don’t really have a choice; these exams are mandatory.” Hesaid with a big smile on his face.

“Not that.” You shook your head, still trying to remain calm.“For not freaking out and running out of the room.”

“It’s not every time that I get a cute girl to confess tome. Or more like Crowe to confess to me for her.” He was still smiling and thatmade you feel better about the whole thing.

As Libertus walked out, Tredd walked in the office. You failedto pass the file, but your colleague didn’t.

“How is my favourite nurse?” Tredd asked as he passedLibertus, the usual cocky smile on his lips.

“Shit up Furia.” Lib turned around and slapped him behindthe neck.

“Hey, don’t be jealous that the nurses like me more thanyou.” The redhead said, obviously looking for a fight.

“Whatever you say, Tredd.” Libertus just turned towards youand winked at you.

[kaylacantadult]

NaNo Day 7: That Gay Shit

Words Written: 1684

Total Word Count: 19002

Goal: 50,000 words

How it Went: I feel kinda indifferent about the writing today. It wasn’t great but it wasn't terrible. I like the idea and I want to expand on it but I don’t know where to go with it. it’s just kind of an ‘eh’ writing day I guess. I kinda don’t want to post it, but I’m trying to be brave. If you want to. The dialogue is really really bad and I Really Don’t Want anyone to read it but fuck it I guess I’m allowed to write bad sometimes. 

Content warning: N/A

Prompt 7: There is a hearse that has been driving through the neighborhood every day. There is no funeral or graveyard within 10 miles.

        I heaved the heavy bag of chicken feed over my shoulder, hauling it out of the back of my car. As I moved across my small farm, it passed down the road again. A black hearse,  with gold detailing on the sides. The black blur sped down my road, kicking up dust in its wake and making ripples in the road’s dirt. I groaned and rolled my eyes. I hated when people drove down the road too fast; my tiny car couldn’t handle those ridges. The hearse had been driving back and forth for the last few days.

       The first time it drove down the road, I figured the funeral procession had gotten lost. I was ten miles away from any graveyard. People got lost out here all the time. But it became a regular occurrence. I would drive past my house a few times a day. The windows were tinted so heavily I had no idea what the driver looked like.

       I tipped the bag into the metal trash can I kept in the shed for the chicken’s feed. The chickens followed me around, pecking at my toes as I walked. Rosie, my favorite of the bunch (but don’t tell the others), flew onto my shoulder, asking for a handful of feed. She was the littlest of my chickens, a rescue silkie that didn’t fit in with the rest of the flock, but fit perfectly on my shoulder.

        The chickens had free range of the yard, unlike the rest of the animals, who were too stupid to go back into their enclosures at night. I had a couple goats, who lived in a spacy pen with my cow. They needed each other’s company. I had rabbits as well, who lived in a four story pen up against the side of my house where they could stay warmest in the winter. Lastly, I had four pigs, the chicken coop was in the middle of their pen because 1) pigs love to chase chickens (it’s the cutest thing in the world, trust me) and 2) pigs are good at killing snakes, which kept my chickens safer.

        I had a small garden as well, it was just big enough to feed me and supplement some of my animal’s food, but nothing more. My only companions out here were my dog and three cats. I guess the farm animals could be considered companions too, but they weren’t quite as snuggly.

         I puttered around my farm the rest of the day, fixing a few shingles on the cow/goat house, digging holes for some new fence posts, tending to my garden. Once the sun started to set, my dog, Hades picked up his leash and brought it over to me. He knew the schedule; we went on walks right before nightfall.

        I wanted to go down the same trail we always did, but Hades had other plans. He was a Newfie, and big enough that when he wanted to do something, it was hard to change his mind. We went down a new trail. I think it was some kind of animal trail, maybe deer or wild pig, I kept my eye out for anything suspicious. Hades walked right beside me, I’d trained him not to pull when we walked.

       As we made our way through the dense forest, I marveled at the world around me. The trees were thicker than the ones where I grew up and I knew I would never get over their mysterious undergrowth. I grew up in the desert, we didn’t have fancy things like moss, or ponds, or year-round muddy pathways, or mushrooms that hung from the trees. The trees began to thin just ahead, and I could see the faint outline of an old house, back lit in the evening sun. I’d seen it many times when Hades and I went on walks together. It was run down, but was probably pretty back in the day. It was too stories tall, with fancy sconces and bay windows. I’d always wondered why it had been abandoned.

       Tonight though, it almost looked like there was a light on in one of the upstairs windows.

       I frowned at the house, trying to make out whether or not it was a something inside or if the windows were just reflecting light. I tugged Hades over towards the house, he followed willingly, always up for something new.

       A black hearse was parked in the driveway. The fence around the house was barley standing, the gate looked like it could crumble at the barest touch, but the hinges were newly replaced. It was silent when I opened it.

       I walked up the doorstep, the porch squeaked underfoot. There was definitely a light on, but it seemed more like candle-like than electric. I knocked on the front door.

       I could hear someone walking down the staircase. The door opened and a cat flew out, spitting and batting at Hades.

       “Oh my God, Spade no!” a voice followed. A hand reached out and grabbed the cat, pulling it into the air, disregarding the cat’s vicious claws. Hades cowered behind me.

       “I’m so sorry,” she said, “She really sweet I swear, dogs just freak her out.”

       I looked at the person standing in front of me. She had one side of her head shaved; black curls tumbled down her shoulders. She wore a choker with a dainty cross hanging from it around her neck. An oversized tee-shirt hung off her frame and she was wearing used looking yoga pants. Her socks had bats on them. She had a piercing that sat atop her upper lip, nestled into her cupids bow. Her cat was all black, with bright green eyes.

       “Don’t worry, Hades is tough.” I said. “Plus, it’s good for him to remember to leave cats alone. I’m Nyx. I reached out a hand to her.

       “Nyx and Hades,” she said, “interesting pair.”

       “Sorry for scaring your cat.” I said. “I just saw the light on and thought…” I trailed off, unsure of where I was going. Her dark eyes were hypnotic, I couldn’t seem to get my thoughts straight when she looked at me.

       “It’s all good,” she said, “Spade’s just jumpy.”

       “Hades too,” I said.

       Spade growled in her arms, her fur still sticking up.

       “I’m your new neighbor,” she said, taking my hand and holding it for too long. “I just moved in last week. I think I saw you today, at your farm.”

       “Yeah, I saw you drive by.”

       “Want to come in? I was just making dinner, there’s enough for two if you’d like some.”

       “Okay,” I said, “can Hades come in, he’s afraid of the dark.”

       “Sure,” she said, as turned away, pulling me into the house. Her grip was still strong on my hand. Spade jumped out of her arms and dashed up the staircase on the left side of the living room.

       The inside of the house didn’t look all that different from the outside. It was old and falling apart, but I could see the places where she was starting to fix the place up. The room was bare, no furniture had been placed. There was new railing on the stairs and bits and pieces of the wallpaper were purposefully pulled off. She led me into the kitchen, the most fixed up room. There was smooth marble counters and a butcher block island in the middle of the room. All the appliances were newly updated, gleaming silver in the soft candlelight.

       The room was filled with the smell of a rich tomato sauce, garlic, and roasted peppers. “It’s nothing fancy,” she said, “just some spaghetti.”

       “I love spaghetti,” I said, “I haven’t had it in years.”

       She pulled a seat out at her dining room table and gestured for me to sit. I could see Spade peeking around the doorway, glaring at Hades, who laid down at my feet as soon as I sat down. I stroked his head to let him know he was being good. I had made sure he knew what behavior was acceptable because of his size. He was too big to be a rambunctious dog.

       “My name is Shadow, by the way,” she said. “I think I forgot to mention that before.”

      “Shadow and Nyx,” I said, “We match.”

       She grinned at me her teeth looked sharper than they should be.

[obscure-black-clouds]

certainty | credence barebone | part 8

SUMMARY: Pain is not the easy thing to deal with. Abuse is not the easy thing to overcome. Kindness is, of course, a cure, but when you turn up in the world knowing nothing about it, don’t knowing how to make your own choices and how to live without pain, you need something more, than kindness. Credence, for a start, needed confidence, certainty and… control. Not in abusive way, of course. Well, being an obscurial, thus, too dangerous in the wrong hands, has its advantages, for example, having a Patron. His Patron, however, isn’t very happy with her fate, but she can’t just leave him there, bleeding out and freezing in the street;

FANDOM: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them;

PAIRING: Credence Barebone x Patron!Reader;

WARNINGS: mild language, depressed thoughts, angst, mentions of abuse, minor character death;

PART: 8 of 9;

INDEX: [part 1], [part 2], [part 3], [part 4], [part 5], [part 6], [part 7];

WORD COUNT: 2599;

A/N: who-oh i finally finished it. We’re coming closer and closer to the end and the things get darker. Hope you’ll love it! 

P.S. Sorry for any mistakes, I could mess up with some English.

The sun was slowly setting down, coloring the sky in the subtle red and gold. Credence was looking out of the window, hoping that he will have this time for himself. His Mother was busy downstairs with Modesty and Chasity, not wanting him there. Not that he was upset about that.

He was breathing slowly now, much calmer than before. However, he was scared. Scared and at the same time not. He was picking at the necklace, small pendant that looked as if it was made by hand, a little bit wobbly and unsteady. It was a strange sign, similar to weird triangular eye with vertical pupil.

“I would trust very few with it. Very few.”

Maybe couple of days ago Credence would be happy. But now… It wasn’t worth it after all. At that very moment, he thought just for a second, mere second, that he would become a wizard powerful and incredible, and then he would show to (Y/N) that he was better that that ginger man. However, how could he? Even if he did, she didn’t chose him, it wouldn’t be her decision. And she always gave him an opportunity to make his own. How could he took that right from her? That way he would be just like his mother. Controlling, cruel, violent.

He would never be like her. Never.

There was something else.

“The child is dying, Credence. Time is running up.”

Well, that meant he was dying then, right? If so, than why he was so calm, as if didn’t matter at all? He was scared. Scared of death, of the possibility, that his Ma was right, and he would go to Hell. But at the same time, death meant that for him everything will be over. Everything. Cold, hunger, pain. Maybe that was the way? Credence wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell Graves that it was him, all this time. He sighed, looking through the window. He shouldn’t have trust him.

Trust. Faith.

“Have some faith in me”.

Her voice sounded so clear as if she was standing right beside him, smiling slightly, trying to catch his eyes. Credence closed his eyes for a second, thinking is there wasn’t that man, if (Y/N) knew who, what he was, would she accept him? He didn’t knew. But he had faith in her.

Faith is a dangerous thing to have, because it hurts when it’s broken.

(Y/N) didn’t think that it will be hard to persuade Tina to let her go. She couldn’t say they were best friends, not even close. However, Tina was too worried, and didn’t want to let (Y/N) go alone. She was shre they can do it together, catch Newt’s demiguise, help the Obscurial boy, run away from Graves. That was sweet, but (Y/N) could’t lose time anymore. She was surprised and moved, so she just hugged Tina and disapparate before Goldstein said something else.

It was quiet. Not only because night was coming down the city, but also because something else. (Y/N) started to think about what happened with her at Goldstein’s’. That was strange to say at least. She felt so much pain, so much anger, but it wasn’t hers. (Y/N) was sure that she felt what Credence felt in that moment, but it was much stronger than any time before. When she was in England, she felt his pain in her dreams, but as soon as she arrived to New York it stopped. She was feeling his emotions slightly, something like a bad feeling and worry about him, but what happened today was different. Maybe the reason was him being in his Obscurial form and really killing someone. Maybe it was just too much for Credence alone, so he subconsciously shared his emotions with her. That was the only rational reason.

For now it was quiet, just (Y/N)’s own worries and fears. She was planning to take him away, take a ship to England and hide somewhere never to be found. Yeah, that sounded good enough for her. For now, she decided to stop by her bookstore. (Y/N) wasn’t sure if credence was okay physically, so she needed some potions, to be sure she could help. Apparating was exhausting, and she didn’t really understand why the hell Patrons were so bad at it. Okay, that was clear that they needed to protect their wards, attack the danger, and sometimes look for them, but what about moving fast, or healing them.  Or maybe, it was just (Y/N) who should have practiced more.

She came inside the store, rushing upstairs, trying to find everything she needed. Fortunately, not only Newt had fathomless case. She got her purse for her 16th birthday, right before this entire Patron thing started. Well, now it would serve its purpose. Of course, it would not contain a whole another world, but it was enough for couple of potions and a scarf. (Y/N) was putting some bottles inside when she felt a sharp jolt in the chest.

A wand. It felt almost real, he thought, though he never held a real wand in his hands. Credence saw Mr. Graves using his wand to heal the wounds, but of course, he was never allowed to hold or touch it. For a second he forgot about the world.

“Whatchoo doin’, Credence?”

Innocent voice made him jump, banging his head on the bed. He quickly stood up, turning around to see Modesty. Thank God, it was she. The girl however was terrified. She looked at the wand in his hands, panic rising in her eyes.

“Where’d you get this?” he asked, hoping to know. Maybe he was not the only one, maybe Modesty knew magic to. They could escape together, come to (Y/N) and take her with- No, (Y/N) was happy, he couldn’t just came it and ruin that.

“Give it back, Credence. It’s just a toy”, her words are just above a whisper. Credence suddenly realized what exactly he was holding in his hands. If Ma kn-

The door banged open, making both children to jump. Mary Lou, was standing there mad as she could be. Her gaze traveled from Modesty, to Credence, and then to the wand in his hands. She was breathing heavily, unable to speak because of hatred. She was turning red, her lips trembling and eyes burning.

“Take it off!”

Words slapped no worse than a belt itself. Credence flinched, feeling as slippery tentacles were squeezing his heart. Mary Lou didn’t wait for long, she rushed forward grabbing him by the collar and almost throwing the boy to the landing. She comes after him, rapidly taking away the wand. She stood there powerful and frightening. She raised her hands up, her face full of loathing as she snapped the wand in two.

“Ma-” he whispers, trying to plead hoping she would stop.

“I am not your ma! Your mother was a wicked, unnatural woman!” Credence flinched away. “You, your mother, your precious friend (Y/N), all of you are evil, you are going to end up in Hell!”

Credence tried to say something. No, not, they were not evil. (Y/N) wasn’t for sure. She was kind and gentle, how could she? Modesty suddenly hade her way in between them. No, no, no. Credence tried to move forward to shield her, as if it would change anything. He was shaking and losing control.

“It was mine”.

“Modesty-”

Suddenly the belt whipped out of Mary Lou’s hands leaving a bright angry mark on her hand. Credence crouched down in the corner, hugging his knees and shaking. He was whispering nothings just to ground himself down. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and he wasn’t able to stop them. He felt a stare and turned his head to meet Mary Lou’s eyes. For a second Credence saw tears of fear in her eyes.

And then everything went dark.

(Y/N) dropped a small bottle of some potion to the floor, not really seeing it broke.

“Credence”.

That name slipped from her lips with a whisper, the same time her eyes turned white. She rushed to the exit not being able to apparate from the inside of the store. She was still shaking, running through the street as fast as she could. (Y/N) cursed herself a thousand times for not being that good in apparation, Short distances didn’t seem to help at all, just draining her faster.

Faster. Faster. Faster.

She couldn’t allow herself to be late this time. She made her last jump, appearing in the middle of the street. (Y/N) froze and so did her heart. She breathed heavily, coming closer to the destroyed church. Woman moved silently, holding her hand a little bit higher than usual, ready to attack.

“Lumos”, she whispered quietly, making a small spark lit up in her hand. Other than that spark and the moonlight there were no other light sources at all.

The beam from the spark fell to the face, and (Y/N) hardly contained a scream. She quickly leaned do touch girls neck. No pulse. She sighed, covering girl’s eyes. It had to be Chasity, if (Y/N) remembered correctly. She didn’t bother to come closer when she saw Mary Lou’s body, covered with familiar marks.

“I wish it was me, Credence, not you”, (Y/N) tonelessly whispered, examining the ruins. There were no signs of Credence himself, or Modesty, his younger sister. She stepped forward noticing something gleamed in the dark. She took it, her eyes widening in terror.

Deathly hallows. Grindelwald.

He got him. She was late. (Y/N) covered her mouth with her hand, still holding the pendant. She was breathing heavily, her thoughts rushing back and forth.

“Ok, (Y/N), relax. He is alive and you know that. You just need to find him”, her voice was wobbly, and her hands shaking. Suddenly, the realization struck her. Modesty. She wasn’t here, Grindewald doesn’t care for her, so he would kill her here if he had a chance. But she wasn’t here, so she was alive. (Y/N) frantically tried to remember every little thing Credence told her about his sister.

“Ma adopted Modesty out of tenement in Bronx. From a family of twelve. She still misses her brothers and sisters”.

Bronx. But where exactly? (Y/N) Closed her eyes, understanding, that she would never be able to make that way on foot. What if Credence were there too? Maybe if she concentrates hard enough, their connection will bring her to him. (Y/N) closed her eyes, still trembling a little, pressing her hands to her chest and whispering his name. Nothing.

“Oh, come on!” she whined and then closed her eyes again. “Credence. Credence. Credence, for God’s sake!”

Surprisingly, on her last words that came out more like a shout she felt a familiar tug at her stomach.

(Y/N) fell to the ground, exhaling sharply. She did it! Did she? Woman carefully attempted to stand up, holding onto the wall, and trying to see something in the dark. Here knees were trembling a little and she still was out of breath, but at least she didn’t split. That was good news. Bad news – where the hell is Credence? As if in response to her thoughts, she heard a familiar voice. Two voices, to be precise.

“What is this place?”

(Y/N) ducked recognizing the owner of that hoarse deep voice. Graves.

“Ma adopted Modesty out of there. From the family of twelve. She still misses her brothers and sisters. She still talks about them.”

Credence. (Y/N) gasped, instantly covering her mouth. She watched them climbing the stairwell. She slowly made her way out of her shelter that happened to be a table. She needed to be careful, because attacking Graves wasn’t the smartest idea of them all. (Y/N) followed them stepping carefully, trying not to make any noise.

“Where is she?” Graves asked. Oh. He didn’t know. He thought it was Modesty. (Y/N) bit her lip, coming closer and closer.

“I don’t know”, he sounded so broken that (Y/N)’s heart sank. She was still standing in the shadows, her eyes dark with danger and her hand ready to attack.

“You’re a Squib, Credence. I could smell it off you the minute I met you”, (Y/N) could literally see Credence’s shoulders fall.

“What?” they moved forward, Credence subconsciously following Graves, with (Y/N) still unnoticed right behind him.

“You have the magical ancestry, but no power.”

“But you said you could teach me-” (Y/N) clenched her teeth being ready to punch that bastard right into his stupid face. Of course, that what he promised, magic. If she was smarter, she would show Credence the truth earlier. It’s her fault.

“You are unteachable. Your mother’s dead. That’s you reward.” Graves moved to another landing right in (Y/N)’s direction. “I’m done with you.”

She needed to get to Credence. She could feel him losing control, but right now, Graves was right between them. (Y/N) wasn’t strong enough to fight him, especially with uncontrollable obscurus around. She knew he would never hurt her, but it wasn’t the easiest thing anyway. She had to walk backward, because Graves was coming closer. Suddenly she saw Modesty curled up under the bed. Well, even if (Y/N) couldn’t get to Credence, she at least could help his sister. He would be grateful. She sneaked into the room, while Graves was examining another one.

“Modesty,” (Y/N) whispered lowering herself in front of the girl. “Modesty, I’m (Y/N). I’m Credence’s friend. I know you are scared, but trust me, I’ll help you. Come here”, she extended her hand, and surprisingly girl nodded coming closer. She almost got into (Y/N)’s hands, when the both jumped, because of the voice coming from behind. (Y/N) jerked, raising her hand and tried to shield Modesty.

“You”, Graves growled, coming closer, making them go backward.

“Me indeed”, (Y/N) tremulously snapped back.

“You are staring to be very annoying, Miss (L/N)”.

“I presume you’ve always been such a bastard, right?”

“You are too sharp-tongued, girl. We should shorten that tongue a little”.

“I’ll watch you try.”

“Let the girl go and I’ll let you live. More or less.”

“Go f-” (Y/N) started and the trailed off, noticing the cracks begun to appear like a spider web. Graves looked at Modesty, while (Y/N) was concentrated on her hands. Her fingers started to turn black again and she could only suggest that her eyes were blindly white. She turned her head to the opposite wall, which was now collapsing turning into sand. Graves glanced to (Y/N) and then back to wall, understanding that he had made a terrible error. Woman back away, cowering Modesty with herself, still staring to the hole where it used to be a wall lately. She now faced Credence, first time for couple of days, who wasn’t able to control his fury and sense of betrayal.

“Credence”, she whispered, but her words were killed with Graves’.

“Credence... I owe you an apology...”

“I trusted you. I thought you were my friend. That you were different”.

“Oh, Credence”, (Y/N) attempted to come closer, stepping forward. She saw his face started to contort, sucking the air out of her lungs at the same time. “Cre-”

“You can control it, Credence”, Graves comfortingly said. (Y/N) wanted him to shut up, but couldn’t say a word. She wasn’t able to control her shaking limbs anymore, so she just fell to the ground in front of Modesty, still shielding her both from Credence and Graves.

“But I don’t think I want to”, Credence suddenly said and the whole world exploded.

The last thing (Y/N) managed to do was to cover Modesty from debris.

to be continued...

tags: @twentyonecrybby @avixenrose

[unpredictable-easty]

Unwinding Destiny Chapter 2

I forgot to tell you that this thing is my NaNoWriMo project. Coincidentally I had realized on 1 Nov that it was The month. Though I had no inclination to start this story anytime soon yet time and chance brought me to this. I am posting as I am writing. Updates would be weekly, I hope. Now that I gave out this random, utterly useless information to you, you can start the next chapter. I hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimer: None of the characters yet belong to me. They are property of Rick Riordan and Masashi Kishimato.

Naruto felt adrift in his surroundings. As he unpacked his bags at last, he thought about what his life was going to be now.

He was out of Half-Blood Camp at last. He was now on his own, making his own life. It felt surreal to not think about next year camp, or looking for next quest. Walking through the campus and knowing that for a few years, this was his life, not the camp where he had learnt how to survive. Truthfully, he missed it a lot. Everyday adventure of Half-Blood Camp was now ingrained in his nerves and living a life of a college student was probably going to seem dull infront of that. Even then he knew it was time to move forward, he couldn't always live in the camp, he had to move to college, find a job and live a life. It wasn't like monsters would suddenly stop attacking him but there wouldn't be a camp to return to after fighting with a monster or Chiron to ask for advice when he wanted.

He remembered his first day at the camp. He had known all his life that he was a demigod. His mother, Kushina had met his father, Apollo while she had been performing the mouthorgan to her friends. She had told her that it stayed with her all the time because there was nothing she loved more but to play out different tunes. Apollo had heard her and paid a personal visit to her. He didn't know what ensued after that but he was conceived. His father had told him that he loved his mother but he never got to know their love story. Apollo had told her what he was and she had accepted that she would have to be a single mother in the end.

Apollo hardly visited after that, or as much as he knew from what his mother told him. He understood now that all Gods were like that in the end. His mother had given a good life to him. Though the first two years of his life, his mother had difficult time balancing her life but a chance meeting with Tsunade had changed that.

"Naruto?" He blinked at the call.

He looked at the person who has just exited the bathroom.

"Are you already missing your parents?" Sasuke asked while smirking.

"Not like you miss your big brother, wittle Sasuke." Naruto shot back.

Sasuke scowled but before he could reply, Sasuke's mobile buzzed and he picked it up.

"Itachi" He said.

Naruto laughed as Sasuke flipped him off. Sasuke was an alright guy, he had a bit of cheek to him. He showed his assholish side now and then but otherwise they had exchanged just a few sentences and he seemed like being his roommate wouldn't be that bad.

Deciding that he would finish his unpacking later, he checked his key, wallet, and mobile to be in his pocket and walked out of the room while Sasuke conversed with his big brother. There were a few students lingering in the hallway looking like they were going out to party. He walked past them and wrinkled his nose at the strong perfume emanating from them. As a fresher he probably should have also gone to some kind of party or for socializing but for his first day, he just wanted to adjust to this new life.

As he was turning to go down another flight of stairs a guy knocked into him. He stumbled but got his balance back. As he glanced back, he saw the guy giving him an evil eye like it was Naruto's fault that they had collided. Naruto assessed him; he had silver long hairs bound with a rubber band and as he watched him walking away, he felt he should be wary of this guy. Being a survivor of all the years of camp, he had learnt long ago to trust his instinct and he was definitely going trust them now too.

It was part of his last year training. Chiron had drilled in all of them how important it was to keep their eyes open for dangers. Living all the time in outside world while you were a Demigod resulted in a lot of attacks. They had also been told to look for children like them. Everyone knew that children like them tended to run away from their homes and make it on their own. There had been some examples of that in their camp; famous of all was the example of Thalia, Annabeth and Luke. An older demigod finding other children was rare but it was good luck because it was easier for them then to be protected.

Naruto remembered his own good luck at that. A monster was going to eat him when Tsunade had killed it. She was also a daughter of Apollo and was master of medicine. Kushina and she had hit it off from the starts. Tsunade as like other demigods was bitter toward the Gods and had been adamant about protecting him. Considering he was kind of a younger brother to her, she felt a duty toward him. It helped that they lived rather close to each other. By the time he had been five, he was already sitting with Tsunade, picking herbs and making medicine. It helped he was a son of Apollo so it came naturally to him. He had been told about his lineage when he was 10 years old and was fit to go to camp.

Naruto tried to shake away the memories of his first year, he wanted to live in the present now, not dwell in the past. On the other hand, he wanted to go back to the camp, sit with his friends and eat his dinner. Offering some of his food to his dad, singing songs later and going to sleep with his brothers and sisters.

He walked through the pavement build on the ground, looking at the people around him. He was not the only one checking out the campus apparently. Couples roamed almost everywhere, group of friends were their mostly heading to some direction or the other. At least it looked like they had some kind of plans going on for them. It felt weird being so mellow considering he was the one who was always happy and cheerful. He knew that it would pass as he make friends and go out with them but for today, it looked he would only remember his camp.

Having a habit of watching the stars at night in the camp, he was happy to repeat the ritual again. He walked around the buildings, went through the small space between buildings and jumped some fences looking for a place where he could be alone in his contemplation about the stars. He finally found it around the third building in the campus. He had to skip over some rocks and jump over a fence before he found a clearing full of greenery. It was mostly grass, trimmed and a few spots of trees. He inhaled the air around him, taking in the smell of nature. His lips twitched into a small smile and walking toward a tree, he lay down near it. He pillowed his arms behind his head and just looked at the scene above him. The sky was open before him, stars and moon shone brightly enough. Because of the magic of camp, he had been able to see the sky fully, here because of pollution it was a bit unclear but still better than what he had in the city.

He missed Shikamaru, son of Athena and Tenten, daughter of Hephaestus. Though he had a good bond going with his brothers and sisters in his camp yet they were really his best friends. He had gone to 4-5 quests with them. The first time he had met Hades was on one of those mission. He remembered the mission like it had happened yesterday. There had been a monster that had escaped Hades realm and they were chosen to take him back. Shikamaru, the brilliant tactician had come up with a rather stupid plan, at least that's what he thought so. They had decided to steal the pomegranate seeds from Hell and make the monster eat it. That way the monster wouldn't have been able to come back to the surface ever.

Of course, Hades being a prick, he didn't like it that there were Demigods roaming around in his place. He smiled remembering the stupid fight that they had gotten into. Thus, the time when he had tried to drown Naruto into the sea of souls. He remembered screaming at Hades about how he had thought Hades was the coolest of the lot but how he was disappointed by his behavior. That had given Hades a pause at least.

He closed his eyes remembering the conversation between them.

"What do you mean by that?" Hades had asked after his declaration.

This had led to a pause in every fight around him. Tenten had been managing three guys at a time, fighting with her sword and moving like a blizzard while Shikamaru had been using a spear, long distance weapon, better suited for his style.

"Well, I don't know. Anytime someone bullied me in school or anyone did anything to my mom, I got angry. There was this old lady that worked in a store. She once told me that they all would answer for their sins. I asked her how and she told me that death was a fair judge. Everyone gets punishment according to their crimes and rewards according to their good deeds. When I got into the camp and knew that Gods were real, I thought 'Wow, Hades would be such a cool God.' I mean you know people think that being king of underworld makes you evil but if you punish those who get away with their crime then you can't be that bad." Naruto had said all that in a breath which resulted him in doubling over, catching his breath.

Hades had stood straight at hearing all Naruto had said. There had been an inner glee on his face.

Naruto remembered how flattered Hades had been hearing all that. He had given them seeds without any problem. After their quest had been over Nico, son of Hades had come round his tent to talk to him. Apparently Hades had asked him about the blonde, snotty kid. There had been a weird relationship building between them since then. He never said it out loud but he had started wishing that Hades was his dad. His father Apollo would blow him to smithereens if he found out what he was thinking.

He remembered his sadness over going alone to college. His mother had died of cancer four years ago, an ironic twist. He wished that his dad would save her; he was God of healing so he would have been able to do it but she had died. His chest panged at the remembrance. Tsunade had been there to console him then. Though his last crutch has left him a year ago. For all the way a demigod could die, Tsunade had come infront of a car. He had spent a lot of time in Nico's tent in those days after her death. His tent held some kind of comfort in those days. He knew her to be probably in the place for heroes but at that time he wanted her to be at his side.

Hades had come to him at that time. Though he had told him that he had come to warn him against living in some other God's tent for such a long time yet he had a feeling that it was to comfort him. Though his talks felt like sermons at that time but now he felt comforted remembering them.

He hadn't known that Hades was coming along with him to college. He had been sadly ready to go to college alone but he had come in a car with two of his zombies in tow. He was embarrassed at the tears that had escaped him. He was a demigod, he had gone through many trials but at that time he had felt so fragile. Hades had told him that he already had a conversation with his father about the arrangement. Though Apollo didn't like it himself that another was filling in for his guardian yet he had agreed. Naruto didn't know how but he felt like it was better he didn't knew. It was the matter between Gods and it was not like Apollo and Hades were enemies or something. Considering soon they'd probably hear the bells for their kids wedding helped a lot.

Naruto smiled a little at remembering Will and Nico. He felt good knowing that Nico, a person who hadn't fostered any hope for his happy ending had gotten it. It said something about Aphrodite perhaps. Considering there would always be a kid of love goddess shrieking at the sheer cuteness of both of them. Though it had been a few years since he had witnessed that, Will getting into a medical school two years ago.

Naruto sighed; he should get back to his room. It felt so good to just lie there but he would have classes tomorrow and he still had to finish unpacking. Indulging himself to five minutes of idleness, he got up. He dusted himself of the blades of grass that stuck to his jacket and grimaced at the moisture he felt on his clothes. He retraced his steps back and got into the main campus. It was a surprise but there were more people out now. He shrugged thinking it to be normal for college students. He had another glimpse of the silver haired guy but this time he was far away from him, talking to another guy.

He climbed stairs still in contemplation and was surprised enough when he got to his floor. He hoped he was in better mood tomorrow.

When he entered his room, he found it empty. He supposed Sasuke would have also gone out to look at the campus, probably to a party though that didn't suit his personality much. He looked at his luggage and groaned. He didn't feel like unpacking now that he was in his room. He decided to forgo being responsible and went into the bathroom. He had already put his stuff in there so in a short time he showered and fell on the bed.

He closed his eyes, feeling for the familiar weight of his mouthorgan on the bed. He clasped it in his hand and brought it to his mouth. An image of his mother leaning over him as he put his head in her lap came to him. There was a piece of music she always played before putting him to bed. He felt the pang again, remembering her soft smile. She had been force to reckon with but in those private moments, she had been like an angel, a presence that gave you peace and contentment. He let himself feel the sadness. Sometimes it was better to remember rather than trying to forget. Sometimes memory kept the precious people alive and he wanted her to live in his memory as long as she could.

He breathed in the mouthorgan and started giving life to a piece of metal and wood. The tune flowed around him, filling him with remembrance. His eyes pricked though he didn't know if it was the sadness or remembrance of her. Tears escaped his eyelids and traveled through his cheek, making a slow descent toward his ears. He focused on the music and let himself feel every emotion that came during the darkness of night only.

He didn't knew when but he did fell asleep with another dream waiting for him.

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