#like 3rd row from the floor...so still far but like

[babygirlcowboy]

Me: I'm going to get such good videos from this concert

The videos in question:

[ID: a 4 second long, shaking/blurry video from a Hozier concert. He is singing the first line of "Francesca" as the stage lights up with blue and purple lights. In the background you can hear op's voice say "oh my god! I'm gonna piss myself" and then the video cuts off. /end ID]

[redwidow616]

Okay here goes, I finally have time to write my eras tour essay:

Just a little psa this got a lot longer than I expected, especially the pre-show part, so just be aware of that and ofc you don't have to read it @prisongang

Pre-show:

As some of you might know the stupid ass european football cup was in germany this year, which meant I had to go to a different city for eras, that was kinda annoying because I had to spent even more money on train tickets and a hostel, but I made it and everything was fine so it's good, also props to the Deutsche Bahn for neither of my trains being delayed l. Okay so I arrived at the train station and there were soooooooo many swifties there, it was crazy, looking back I probably should have started trading bracelets then but I'm still kinda shy so I didn't. In Hamburg I arrived at my hostel, checked in, got ready and then immediately left to go to the stadium. In the station from where i took a train there, there were also so so so many swifties and I even got some compliments on my outfit 🤗. When we all got off the train we still had to walk for like half an hour until there was really anything there, but it was okay, I also saw a lot of parents there which I thought was also really cool. Now comes a kind of confession because I still feel weird about saying this, but I had a VIP ticket (pls do NOT ask me how much it was or I'll just disappear into the earth from shame) and the VIP entry started at 3 pm and for me that was when the line I was in started moving, admittedly pretty fast. I was there around 2:30 maybe a little later but the line was already really long, I couldn't even really see the stadium. As it started moving I could also see other people sitting and waiting in the regular line (it was by far not as crazy as in München, but they were still there probably hours before they could get in), there was also a merch stand somewhere but I didn't go there and I actually didn't get merch at all, the opportunity just didn't really arise but don't worry I'm bot sad about it. As the line was moving and we could finally see the stadium it started raining a little, but since the line was moving so fast it wasn't really that bad. Then I was finally in the stadium around 4 pm so I still had two hours to go till paramore and I used those for doing nothing and just sitting on the floor so I could jeep my spot. Even for being in the VIP section I think I was very close to the stage, I was like 4th or 5th row at first and later it shifted a bit so I was pretty much 3rd row by the end. In front of me were some girls who all seemed to have just net there and were talking a little and I even talked to one of them who was from my city and my age which was really nice. While we were waiting it rained multiple times, and after like one and a half hours I couldn't sit anymore and I stood up so the whole floor was wet and I just stood but it was fine cus paramore came on not long after. Also while we were waiting the screen played some of taylors music videos and behind the scenes clips to those videos.

Paramore:

I'm not really a fan of them, I know some of their more famous songs but it was still really fun screaming along to the songs I knew or even the choruses of songs i didn't really know, after they were done we still had to wait like half an hour for taylor and it started raining again and honestly at that point I was not that excited about it, even though I know that people say rain shows are the best but at that moment I didn't really feel that way, but that would change soon..

Lover:

So the clock appeared a few minutes before and of course everyone was screaming and stuff and when it was done the dancers with the seashells? (idk what to call them u know what I mean) came out and I was soooooo close to them it was crazy, I also took a video of that whole part until right after taylor came up on stage and then I was just gone, I screamed the lyrics and danced and just didn't care about the rain anymore, even though it got worse and worse but the people are right it is so much fun to dance in the rain with taylor, really as soon as the show actually started I forgot that I didn't want it to rain because it really is that amazing of an experience. I loved this ehole act so much, I was really close to the door where the dancers came out and where they go at the end and so I was also very close to the Lover house and really close to taylor dring the man and yntcd which was so amazing and so fun, during Lover she wasn't that close anymore but I still took a video of the lover bridge cus I love that song and that album in general so much, I did miss the archer a little bit but I wouldn't say it missing diminished the experience it just would have been nice to have

Fearless:

First of all the transition was crazy, because NO ONE FUCKING TOLD ME THERE WOULD BE REAL SPARKS COMING DOWN FROM TOP OF THE SCREEN THINGY??? I took a video of this too cus I was so surprised and it looked really pretty, during fearless the song i was so so lucky because taylor and the band were practically standing right in front of me, i was so close to here i still can't believe i got that lucky for one of the songs i love so much, and i also have a video of the intro and I had so much fun and danced and screamed my lungs out sm during love story and ybwm, and ofc I got the outfit i hoped for which i was really happy about but during this era the rain got really really bad and while it was still so much fun i was a little scared for my phone so i didn't take any more videos or photos than the ones in the beginning

Red:

During the beginning of this i was also so lucky because the dancer who did the thing with the chest was on the base of the stage so still really close to me and I could see her so clearly. This was probably one of the most fun parts because i didn't really have anything i wanted to take a video of except a short one during atw so i was really in the moment and had so much fun just dancing care free and singing. When taylor gave the hat to that girl it was so so cute because she was so excited and i could also see that really well on the big screen and she gave taylor a friendship bracelet, which she wore for the rest of the set and it wa just so adorable and relatable how she was freaking out, i don't think I've seen any other child be this emotional over getting the 22 hat. There was also confetti flying around during this set but everything was wet so you couldn't really pick it up

Speak Now:

The Intro to this was also so beautiful, i saw it the first night of the european leg on a life stream which was cutting out so i didn't see everything but I knew I had to take a video of it and I did. The dress taylor wore was also so beautiful and again like during fearless she walked right past me and was so so close I couldn't believe it, i have my best pictures of the evening probably from this era and at least one where it looks like she is looking directly at me if you zoom in, which I am so excited about and ofc Enchanted was so beautiful to experience life, i loved it so much, it was breath taking

Reputation:

Again taylor was so close to me at some points during this set and during lwymmd were the dancers are in glass boxes i had such a great view and during the transition from dbm to lwymmd I think Paul was standing pretty close to where I was and was throwing guitar picks into the crowd which was also so exciting even though i didn't catch any. And of course 123 lgb was a religious experience

FolkMore:

I did miss the seven poem intro, because i saw it once on a lifestream and thought it's inclusion in that way was so beautiful, but of course the snake transition makes a lot of sense. Like with the lover house, the folklore cabin was also really close to me but what was a bit of a fail was that when taylor layed down on the roof during cardigan i couldn't see her anymore from where i was standing but i could see her on the screen so it was okay. Betty was also really special to me, idek why but i was so happy seeing it live, btw the rain had already long stopped at this point so i could film and take photos again without worrying. Champagne problems was also so close to me even though taylor was kinda hidden behind her piano but being that close to her during such an emotional song was still amazing and afterwards we were so loud for so long. I am also so happy about having seen my tears ricochet live, cus it was one of the first taylor songs i loved, it means so much to me and i love it's performance on this tour. Marjorie was also very emotional for me, vecause it reminds me of my own grandma who died a little over to years ago when i was just starting to become a swiftie and all the lyrics really resonate with me, I also took a video of the bridge and i think i can hear myself choking up a little during it and i always cry when i rewatch this video. I did miss tolerate it too a bit, mainly because I also would have a had an amazing view of it from where i was, but also because i love the lyrics and i love evermore. Willow was really beautiful too, i love that performance so much especially the little instrumental part in between the verses

1989:

Like with red i probably had the most careless fun during this era, because i didn't take any fotos or videos and just danced and had fun and it was incredible, i loved it, it really was the most fun I've probably ever had, all the chants were a lot of fun too and there was also the surprise that THERE WAS FIRE ON STAGE AGAIN!! during bad blood fire comes up from the stage multiple times in columns and the first time i had my back to it so i could only feel the warmth but after that i saw it and it was sooo crazy, but also added a lot to the performance i think

TTPD:

This is probably the era I've seen most often, especially icdiwabh cus it's right before surprise songs, but it was still amazing, because it was also finally properly dark during this set, which made taking fotos a luttle harder cus everything was white, but i still have a very good one from fortnite. So high school was so much idc if people don't like it, i love it (sorry poppy, maybe it's cus i still was in high school until recently), but it's fine, like i said i had so much fun during it and during waolom, because that performance is also just crazy. During tsmwel taylor was really close to me again and that set in general is just amazing with all it's theatrical aspects

Surprise Songs:

Of course I have some favourites, which i would've been absolutely ecstatic about, but the songs I got are still better than anything I could've imagined. First ofc teardrops on my guitar and i am so happy i got a debut song, no matter which one, I love debut and since it has no set I'm so happy about getting a surprise songs from it. It being mashed up with the last time made me lose my mind, because i love that song so much and I still can't believe i heard it live, it was one of my first favourites from red, and I was singing along to it so loud, i am so happy about getting this. And we were happy x happiness. Idek what to say these are two songs she's never played live before, how lucky am i?? I got fearless vault, no matter which one i am so happy about this!! And mashed up with happiness that makes it even more unbelievable , i was staring at the huge screen the whole time, absolutely mesmerised (cus i couldn't see taylor because if the slope of the stage) i kinda wish i would've taken a video, but I'm also really happy i was just present and really watched and listened to it (in general i think my favourite videos from that evening are the shaky one cus when i watch them i know that i wasn't looking at my phone while taking them, i was looking at the real thing), so yeah that was crazy

Midnights:

Especially during anti hero i could see taylor so well again cus she was directly in front of the screen, practically walking along bext to me and i have some really amazing pictures of this. Also during lavender haze she was right in front of me sometimes. Midnight rain was also so incredible, i love this song so much, have done so forever, it's so relatable to me and I'm so happy to have a video of it. I loved all the outfits for this et too so much, and at the end of karma everything looked so amzing with the confetti and all the colourfull jackets and just everything (sadly the floor was still wet so i couldn't take any confetti :()

Afterwards:

After the show i finally got to trading bracelets, i gave the girl from my city, from the beginning two and traded more with other people, but we were ushered out of the stadium pretty quickly and sadly I lost that girl without knowing hef name or having her number, as we got out it was just a sea of swifties out there in the dark, but it was so chill considering how many people there were and the police was also taking care, cus there was a tunnel which could've probably been a risk (#loveparade) and they made sure there wouldn't be too many people in there so everyone was safe and i actually made it to my hostel in probably under two hours which was a lot better than i expected and at some point while we were waiting someone ofc played taylor music.

So it was probably the most incredible experience of my life, everyone ther was just amazing and still can't believe it really happened, cus it seems like a dream. I miss it so much and i just want to go again and again. I would love to just go one time to take videos and fotos of everything and one time to just enjoy it and jot worry about that stuff, but I am still so happy that i got to be there and got to experience it.

tagging the prison gang so u guys know i finally write my essay @anixknowsnothin @noproof-youjustknow @pardonmydelays @mymuses-acquiredlikebruises @measuredmotion

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Cariño [Part 5]

Jake Lockley X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged?

Cariño Masterlist

Summary: “Kiss me,” you muttered, expecting to have to explain yourself, your reasoning, your plan.  

Stealing the ankh was always going to be too easy.

A/N: Sorry this chapter has taken so long!

Warnings: typos, kissing, reader can't speak Spanish, please let me know if I have missed a warning

Word Count: 1628

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You weren’t sure why you had worried about getting upstairs. It had been almost too easy. 

You had presumed that there would be at least some security, or barrier, or something. Seemed like Malay was another classic born-with-a-silver-spoon-in-his-mouth type that thought nothing could ever go wrong for him. And put too much faith in his security cameras. 

More fool him.

The room you needed (3rd floor, god, why did his man need so many floors and rooms – everything was boringly minimalistic. It’s not like he needed the space.) was protected by a seven digit pin code. 

You put your gloves and punched the numbers in. It would have been boringly simple to hack even if you didn’t have the code. 

Jake followed close behind you, quiet with a faint frown of concentration on his face. It was like he was listening to something in the far distance. 

Honestly, it was a little off putting, him being there. Someone watching you work. It was like you were performing, your hands shook with minute tremors that didn’t usually appear. But that was what it was always like when Jake was around. 

The room was cooler than the other places in the house, the air conditioning buzzed lightly in the background. There were no windows, and only the one door. You closed it behind Jake as he stepped over the threshold. 

There was a small woosh of air and thud-click as it shut. 

Jake quirked an eyebrow at you. “We’ll be able to get out of here, right?” There was a hint of a smile at his lips, an injection of humour into his words. But it didn’t reach his eyes. 

You nodded. 

Jake swallowed and looked away, glancing around the room. 

It was large, spacious with rows of cabinets housing precious art and artifacts from around the world. 

But the lighting was static, cold. Meant to keep any possible damage to the treasures to a minimum, despite the face that they were sealed away. It was like a hospital. 

The still air and lack of exits made the space smaller than it was, the walls closer. Like a tomb. Like a coffi-

“It’s over here.” You said, breaking Jake out of his thoughts. You had been watching him carefully as you found the ankh’s location. 

There was a skittishness about him that you’d never seen before. A slight tense of his muscles. A subtle thing that he held well. 

“You okay?”

He swallowed. “Yeah.”

You paused, in two minds before asking, “do you want me to prop the door open?”

“No.” He shook his head. It was obvious that he was lying. “Don’t want to attract unnecessary attention, do we?”

“No one knows we’re here.” You spoke softly. 

“Don’t want to risk it.”

“Okay.” 

You managed to tear your eyes away from him for long enough to go back to the task at hand. 

There were no locks here, and it was easy enough to open the fifth drawer, take out the replica of the ankh in your bag and replace the real thing with it. 

You felt, more than heard, Jake move near you, hovering just behind. 

“Here,” you turned, smiling, and holding the ankh out to him. “Does this meet with your approval?” 

You placed it carefully in his hands before going back and closing the draw. 

Jake ran his fingers over the etched hieroglyphics, nodding. 

There was a small change in the air, a momentary breeze. You frowned. There must be something wrong with the air conditioning. 

“Shall we go?” 

Jake finally looked up at you and nodded once again before slipping the ankh into his inside jacket pocket.

You weren’t entirely sure why you did it, but you lightly took hold of the wrist of his free hand and guided him gently to the door. 

The pounding of his heart ran up through your fingers. He didn’t try to pull away. 

You let go the second you were both out, your thumb tingled where you had brushed it over the back of his hand. 

Heat has risen to your cheeks. You breathed in, a little too deeply, trying to get a hold of yourself before you turned back to Jake, your mouth open to speak.

The words never came out. 

Jake’s face was tense, alert, his jaw clenched and his head bent to the side. Listening. 

It was only then that you heard it. The faint crackle of a radio and booted footsteps. A guard. 

Your eyes widened at the realisation. A brief flare of irritation ignited in your might. This wasn’t what was meant to happen. This wasn’t part of their protocol. Why the hell did they have to be wandering around now? 

The emotion was quickly swallowed down and overcome with a spike of fear. This was what went wrong.

Jake grabbed your hand and pulled you down the corridor, his footsteps light and quick. You followed close behind him as he opened a door and hauled you both inside, shutting it just in time as the corridor came into the guard’s line of sight. 

It was dark, but the faint light from outside was enough to illuminate the room. You glanced around quickly, the schematics for this building that you’d poured over playing out behind your eyes. This was a guest bedroom. Too high to jump. No way out. 

Jake kept your hand in his as both of you listened intently for any sound in the corridor outside. The music from the garden floated in, barely audible over your racing heart and breathing. 

There was another crackle of the radio. Footsteps. And the sounds of doors opening and closing, growing closer and closer and closer. 

Jake tensed beside you. 

This was not good. You both needed to be out of here without any altercation. 

While there was a good chance that the both of you could incapacitate one guard, it wouldn’t be long before there’d be more. With guns. 

Besides, even if you did get out, Malay's reach was wide, escaping his radar was something very few did. 

Another door opening. Footsteps. It seemed like he wasn’t just doing a once over either. The guard was searching the rooms, not that there was much to hide behind in this minimalistic nightmare anyway. 

Seeking passed him while he was in another room seemed too dangerous, but what other option did you hav-

A thought sparked in your mind. You winced. Internally trying to push it away, to think of something else. But you came up empty. 

Another door opening, so much closer now. 

You turned to Jake, pulling at his hand to get his attention. You could see the frown on his face even in the weak light. 

“Kiss me,” you muttered, expecting to have to explain yourself, your reasoning, your plan.  

But it seemed like Jake was on the same wavelength. 

His lips crashed into yours. His hands coming up to cup your face and guide you backwards, pushing you up against the wall. The speed in which he moved took your breath away.

He swallowed down the small gasp of surprise that escaped your lips, sneaking his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss.

You grabbed at his biceps, screwing up the material of his jacket as he leaned in closer to you. You tried to push down the heat that flared along your skin, the longing that threatened to explode in your heart and overload your mind. This was just cover, this was just cover, this was just-

Jake pressed his body flush against yours, easing himself between your legs and sliding his hand down your right thigh. He took hold just behind your knee, his fingers warm and sure but so careful not to bruise despite the almost fevered rush in which he moved. 

He groaned into your mouth as he lifted your leg up and over his hip, keeping his hand on your skin and holding it in place as he rocked against you, licking further into your mouth and-

The door opened. There was a flash of light. 

You had briefly forgotten the whole point of this exercise. 

Jake turned towards the light as you shied away from it, tucking your face into Jake’s neck as it blocked you from the intruder’s vision.

The guard made an apologetic sound. “Sorry, erm,” his Italian accent was strong, but his English was perfect. “This area, is off limits, I-”

“Oh, we are so sorry.” Jake smiled; the rumble of his words reverberated through his chest into yours. He sounded so confident, composed and sure of himself. Charming. “Just looking for a little private time.” He still hadn’t let go of your leg. 

“Of course.” The awkwardness in the guard’s voice was enough to make heat rise to your face, as if it hadn’t already. “But I have to ask you to-”

“We’ll be out. Momentarily.” 

The urge to hit Jake for that was so strong you nearly didn’t stop yourself. 

The guard began to speak again before Jake cut him off. 

“Just need a moment to look presentable.” Another dashing smile. “We won’t be a second.” 

The guard paused before he nodded. “Of course.” And closed the door.

You both stayed still, Jake holding his breath as you heard the guard’s footsteps move away and a door open further down the corridor as he continued his patrol. 

Jake put your leg down slowly, as if his touch could break it. You hurriedly smoothed down your dress, preferring to look anywhere except the man in front of you. 

“Sorry.” He whispered. The sincerity of his voice was shocking in the quiet.

You stared up at him, confused. 

He waited a moment before he grinned wickedly. “I smudged your lipstick.”

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[intertexts]

HIIII ROS i am sorry i never replied to your reply to my ask from a while ago i am so bad at that ;-; in response to that kinda (bc we were talking about jhariah) i did see them live! 3rd concert ive ever been to in my life & it was life changing... i was front row n there was a baby mosh pit n i was with my best friends it was so good <3 i didn't get to see all the songs off TRUST CEREMONY live but if he tours again i will try to get tix because i must see CONTROL BABY live... my faves are control baby n fire4fun n russian doll <3 but it is my fave album ever created (except maybe Måneskin's Teatro D'Ira vol 1)

Dont wanna yap too much but other music im liking rn: Dua Saleh's ROSETTA ep; Missouri Surf Club's songs Rotten & Kingdom Come; Jean Dawson's entire discography generically but specifically SICK OF IT* and New Age Crisis; Ethel Cain's everything; and then im still consistent w the narcissist cookbook, an unkindness, sons of the illustrious father etc. I have been getting into a crazy amount of music since summer started though so there are sooooo many others but i wanna know what you're listening to! i like your music taste as ive said :3

ANYWAY I think i might just send another ask because this is ramble-y n u dont have to reply to it bc its overwhelming but!! Yeah hehe okay p. 1 - mare

HII HI HI no worries!!!!!!! all good i'm also really terrible at it!!!!!! hehe <33 jhariah concert & mosh pit is SO awesome though.. man.. thats so cool.... love that experience for u!!!! <333

checking out all of these rn they're SOO GOOD.... dua saleh ROSETTA ep literally going on the repeat playlist rn omg. ough. how have i not heard them before. holy fucking shit. missouri surf club goood i love the florence influence.... jean dawson & ethel cain WHOO!!!! hell yeag. god. u also have such good music dude. good shit.!!!!!!!

what have i been listening to!!! shit!!! this is gonna be LONG but u asked for it!!! a lot of morcheeba (big calm), de la soul (the grind date), sneaker pimps (bloodsport), tricky (maxinquaye) <- one of my all time faves, madvillainy, cibo matto (viva! la woman), yaeji (with a hammer), chai (wink)... summer to me is usually very hot & humid & sticky & dreamy to me (busted ac) so this is my laying on the floor staring at the fan vaguely dissociating rotation.

other than hip hop & trip hop-- dragon new warm mountain i believe in you by big thief!!!!!! somehow never listened to this one & i'm ill over it. & july flame (other all time fave) by laura veirs & central reservation by beth orton (<- huge recent discovery ill over her voice) & broken social scene self titled for my acoustic rotation...

heavier set: been getting BIG into creature feature they're literally so fun. i think u might like them tbh. american gothic is my fave so far!! summer is for shitty pop punk 2 me!! esp. when i actually have to Do Stuff & not lay on the floor melting. so. we the kings, fall out boy (cork tree & infinity on high), the cab, the academy is..., yellowcard, motion city soundtrack, alkaline trio :]

ALSO special mention 2 blue sky black death (slow burning lights, late nite cinema, noir) bc their instrumentals make me so insanely nostalgic & have been my writing soundtrack for the past month!!!!

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Rumor's Depths

There's an abandoned castle near the city that merman Tierney lives in. Rumor has it that it's haunted, or perhaps that monsters from the deep seas have made their home there - But that's only hearsay, right?

POV: 3rd Person Warnings: None but it is horror Word count: 2738

(Based on a Short Story Prompt by @theworldofprompts - It said "Write about your character exploring a creepy place")

Tierney swallowed as he neared the castle's entrance. Or rather, neared the entrance to what most people assumed was a castle; truth was, no one knew for sure. Though most people in the city knew where it was, it had been long forgotten by the history books. And Tierney should know, considering he'd checked them for a hint every time he sorted one back into the library shelves.

The water pressed against his body from all sides, slowing the steady movement of his tail fin. He was deeper than merpeople usually dove, the water around him dark wherever his flashlight didn't shine.

He hesitated when he reached the doors, dark stone looming above him. No sounds came from inside, though tale had it that the castle was haunted, and something had to have caused those rumors.

With a deep breath, Tierney pushed against the heavy doors. They didn't budge at first, but then slowly, bit by bit, they moved inwards. Once they were wide enough to allow Tierney through, he backed off.

The opening was a gaping hole, swallowing what little light Tierney had. Only an illusion, he told himself, a trick of the mind. It was only natural that such a small opening wouldn't let much light through, that it'd be dark inside.

That was the only reason, right?

It had to be.

But he'd never find out if he stayed out here. Carefully, moving so slowly his little siblings would've compared him to a coral, he poked his head through the gap.

Nothing so far.

Two strokes of his fin, and Tierney had crossed from open sea into the depths of this lost place. While his light had shone in an even sphere around him outside, now old furniture blocked its shine, creating dark chasms throughout the room.

It was still quiet, though.

Some of Tierney’s friends had called him crazy for coming here, but he just had to know if there was a base to any of the rumors. Maybe some loose rocks scraping against each other in an underwater stream, or rotting tables crashing down every now and then. Or maybe...

Tierney paused by the door for a while, waiting for something, anything in the castle to react to his presence, to him disturbing its rest. But nothing stirred, not as far as he could see.

So he moved in further. When he'd first planned this dive, he'd been worried about how he should deal with weird sounds while he explored, but as it turned out, the silence was much worse. No whale song in the distance, no chatter from outdoors, nothing.

Most of furniture was still intact, though a few barnacles had made their home on one of the tables, and algae covered the walls and floor. At least that meant something lived here, even if it made no sounds.

Tierney had expected a type of entrance hall, but this looked more like a dining room, filled with several long rows of tables and benches, and the occasional chair at the tables’ ends. It looked a little out of place; most people assumed the castle, or whatever it was, had been made by merpeople, but seats were rare in people's homes down here. But if not merpeople, then who?

A rasping sound cut through the silence, and Tierney flinched, his breath jagged, until he realized his bag had scraped against one of the tables. Now that he was holding still, no other noise came, so he positioned the bag on his other side and continued.

Two paths greeted him at the far end of the dining hall, one a stairway going up, and the other a steep slope leading further down. Tierney hesitated. Heading down might be dangerous; while he didn't need to worry about drowning the way a surfacedweller might, getting trapped could still be an issue if he got lost. Up would be the safer option, especially since the castle had windows that Tierney had passed on his way here. But windows also meant that people at least had some idea of what the inside looked like, even if no one had dared to enter.

Downstairs, on the other hand, was a mystery through and through.

So, Tierney headed for the path downwards. The drop was almost straight, but not quite, though Tierney doubted there was any creature able to climb up without being able to swim.

As he moved down, the water pressing tighter all around him, Tierney wondered why. If whoever used to live here needed stairs, why not add them here, too? And if not, why not leave them out?

Maybe what went down here hadn't been supposed to come back out?

The castle had been abandoned for years. If anything had been imprisoned in its basement, it had to be long dead.

And yet, as Tierney took some wary strokes, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. There were mysterious things everywhere, and the deeper in the ocean you were, the stranger they became.

Then again, if the castle itself hadn't been made by merpeople, it must've been near the surface once. In that case, it was unlikely that any deep sea magics could be hidden down there.

Unless, of course, they'd made their home here after it had sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

A dark rumble shook the castle, forcing Tierney to halt when the tip of his flipper had just barely passed the upper edge of the shaft. He stayed where he was, moving just as much as he needed to stay in place. Had the rumble come from downstairs, or had some creature outside had made such a noise? Normal sea animals required caution, of course, but Tierney knew how to avoid them. Whatever might be lurking below, though...

It stayed quiet. Perhaps Tierney should return with some friends; he hadn't had much luck convincing anyone so far, but it might be good to have someone there to watch his back.

He turned around, only to be faced with a heavy stone wall where he'd expected a pathway.

Tierney laid a hand on the stone, looking for some sort of mechanism, a switch, a handle, anything, but it was just rock on top of rock on top of rock.

He swallowed. There was no way left but down.

At some point, people would come looking for him, but he had no way of telling when; it might be too long to count on them finding him in time. So it seemed like his best shot was the basement, hoping for another exit.

Tierney moved slowly, trying to not stir the water more than necessary. He kept his flipper still, using only his arms to bring him further and further down. The pressure grew stronger still, like stone jaws tightening around his ribs.

He felt like his light showed him less and less of his surroundings. For a while, Tierney assumed it was just his imagination, but the effect never faded. Soon the walls were barely more than a shadow, and the ground was still hidden beyond unknown lengths of inky blackness. That had to be how surface fish felt when they dove too deep for the first—and usually last—time.

Only that they might have a way back up, while Tierney’s was barred.

A gravelly sound cut through the darkness, like something large moving over stone. Tierney froze, trying to pinpoint where the sound came from. Left? Right? Straight below? He couldn’t tell.

It grew louder, and Tierney’s instinct won out. Before he even realized, he was rushing top speed away from it, or at least he hoped he was moving away, care and quiet all but forgotten.

He couldn’t tell how far he swam. If it hadn’t been for the feeling of water rushing past his arms and face, he wouldn’t have been sure he’d moved at all. His lamp didn’t reach anything now, it was just him, suspended in the abyss. At least the noise had faded.

In all his journeys, Tierney had never felt quite this lost. Maybe he should’ve waited at the top of the shaft, taken his chances that someone would come looking for him soon.

But it was too late for that now. He had no idea which direction he’d come from, how to get back.

Merpeople didn't share surfacedwellers' issues figuring out which way was up and which was down underwater. They always knew, didn't even have to think.

Usually, at least.

Right now, though, Tierney had no idea. Maybe he was too deep for his instincts to work, or maybe something about this castle prevented him from figuring it out. He couldn't have gotten more lost if he'd tried.

He felt himself shiver, even though the water hadn't changed temperature, and tried to take a few deep breaths. He couldn't give up, he had to find a way to get out of here. But how?

And how could he avoid whatever was down here while finding a way?

Maybe it had gone in a different direction? Tierney stopped moving—a current pushing him aside could hardly make things worse now—and listened.

Silence.

So maybe what lived down here wasn't a problem for now, as long as Tierney stayed as quiet as possible.

Next, he needed something to help with his orientation. A wall, ceiling, floor, anything. He'd prefer to swim up, but with no way to tell, one way was as good as the next.

Another deep breath, and he flapped his tail fin again, trying to go as straight as possible. If he could just find a wall…

He kept on, and on, and on. It was hard to keep a sense of time down here; had he been swimming for only a minute, or hours? Had he gotten anywhere, or was he swimming in circles?

He should've never moved away from the walls.

But he had. The only thing Tierney could do was keep moving, even when the muscles in his tail hurt and even as the pressure kept growing.

Another noise.

Tierney stopped dead in his tracks, heart hammering against his ribs as if it was trying to break free. The noise was lighter this time, still the same sound of something being dragged over stone, but more like a boulder instead of an entire house. Still, though, Tierney wanted to flee more than anything, but that might just draw its attention.

Instead, he kept still. Whatever was making the noise was still too far away to see, out of reach of his light. Could it see him? Some deep sea creatures lacked eyes, but was this one of them?

Just to be safe, Tierney turned off the flashlight.

He couldn't even see his own hands now. He'd felt lost in the darkness before, but now he almost doubted he even existed. Of course, he still felt his hands and fin—but it wasn't an uncommon phenomenon to feel things that weren't there anymore, was it?

Tierney had never been scared of the dark before. Right now, though, he desperately wanted to turn on the light again, to at least be able to see himself, even if he saw nothing else. Was he drifting off? If so, where to?

Was the creature finally far enough away so he could turn on the light?

Was it intelligent enough to wait for him to do just that? Or sapient enough to enjoy scaring its prey?

Something brushed against Tierney's elbow, and he whirled around, his fin hitting the creature, too. It was covered in hard scales, but that was all Tierney could tell before he managed to get away, rushing to put as much distance as possible between himself and it. At least it was slow, or else it could have stopped him from rushing off.

Try as he might, even after he’d stopped, Tierney couldn't force himself to take deep breaths, to calm down. He had to get out of here, he just didn't know how. The creature might be lurking anywhere, trying to find him again, so light was no option, either.

Thinking didn't help. Waiting wouldn't help. He had to move, and could only hope he wouldn't move in circles.

Or towards the creature.

Tierney took another shaky breath and started moving his flipper again, slowly, pausing frequently to listen for sounds. Nothing.

Silence all around.

With some noise, Tierney could have at least guessed where the creature was. What if he was headed straight towards it? Was it able to move so silently, or was it waiting for him to come close again?

Tierney held his hands out in front of him. It felt awkward to swim like this, but without light, he had no other way of telling when he was closing in on a wall, or something worse. So he ignored his arms growing tired and pushed on forward. Waiting would just give the creature more chance to close in on him.

Tierney flinched when his fingertips knocked into something hard, but it wasn't moving. He carefully reached out again, hands gliding through the cool water until they finally found rock, hard rectangles with small gaps between them. A wall, then? It might be a brick floor or ceiling, but Tierney assumed it was a wall.

Now he had something to help orient himself, at least. As long as the creature wasn't staying right by the wall...

If he knew where up and down was, maybe this wall could lead him out... But if he knew, Tierney wouldn't have had to look for a wall in the first place.

The bricks. Tierney let his hands moved over them some more, and tried to put himself in a position so they were longer than they were tall. If the castle had been built the way landfolk architecture usually was, then that'd be right side up.

Or upside down. Tierney still had no way of telling which was which, but at least now he had a fifty-fifty chance.

With one hand on the wall, Tierney picked a direction and swam, hoping he was moving upwards. Was the water pressure increasing? Decreasing? Staying the same? Tierney couldn't tell, his heart pounded too hard for him to focus much on anything else.

It felt as if he swam for an eternity. Everything stayed silent as he did, though. Maybe the creature had given up?

Tierney flapped his fin harder the longer he took, trying to get to the end just that little bit faster. His muscles were burning despite the icy water, but Tierney refused to stop now.

Until hard stone stopped him, his braids doing nothing to cushion the impact. Tierney went dizzy for a moment and shook his head, which replaced the dizziness with a splitting headache. Stone meant he'd found either the ceiling or the ground, but which one was it? And if it was the ceiling, how would he find the shaft that'd lead back up?

He needed some light, even if it might alert the creature. Tierney paused for a moment, listening intently.

Nothing.

He dared turn on the flashlight again. There were still bricks where his hand lay, and bricks above—below?—him. As Tierney turned, he saw the other walls were close by, just like when he'd started his descent. Hopefully, the creature wouldn't be able to fit in here, there was no space to flee if it did.

Walls surrounded Tierney on three sides, but instead of a fourth, a dark chasm opened in front of him.

Tierney moved through it slowly, this time keeping a hand on the floor so he wouldn't lose his way again.

Soon his flashlight silhouetted old furniture, some of it covered in barnacles, a few pieces broken, but most of it intact.

Chairs and tables.

Long benches.

And finally, a pair of huge, dark doors.

Tierney shot forwards the moment he laid eyes on them, eager to flee this place. He didn't stop outside, hurrying onwards, and only when he was a considerable distance away from the castle did he finally slow and let out a shaky breath.

He made it. He’d gotten out.

The trek back home would be easy by comparison, and after this experience, Tierney was eager to sleep somewhere far, far away from any deep-sea creatures. For once, he would be glad to leave the exploration of this place to someone else.

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Into Another World - Mha x Reader

Chapter 9: A Slimy Start

A/n:

It's been a while since I've updated, so here's another chapter! Oh, and I'm pretty sure that I'll be able to post more chapters because I really only have Monday and Tuesday of school and I'm out for the rest of the week. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Key:

- h/c - hair color

- Y/n - your name

-L/n - last name

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Time skip - Last few months of 3rd year (Last year) of J.r High 

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| | | | | | “Now, the quadratic formula was first used in 1594 by a man named Simon Stevin. The purpose for this formula is to give us the roots of the parabola. Now the parabola is a mechanism that……”

The teacher at the front of the classroom went on with the lesson as the rest of the student's paid attention, well, some of them. 

Most of the students were either scribbling on a piece of notebook paper or on their phone while the teacher wasn't looking.

A certain h/c girl sat in the back row near the window. She looked out of it as her thoughts consumed her. 

It’s been a few months since the interaction between herself and Dabi. After he gave her his jacket and returned home, she noticed her parents were still out and about, so she took the chance to deep clean his jacket because it was covered in blood here and there. 

She ended up hiding that thing in her jacket, but fate had other plans because later that night her parents came home, and her mom went through her closet to find something of hers but stumbled upon the jacket and asked her where it was from.

Y/n, like any other teenager would do, lied and said that she bought it on one of her outings with Shinsou a month before they moved here. Absolutely, her mom believed her, why wouldn’t she? Her daughter never really has a reason to lie so why start now. Right?

After that meeting though, I haven't interacted with any other characters from the series except for the ones I've already met. I’ve also been training more as the year went by, increasing my exercise routine and pushing myself to the limit. 

So far, I’ve gotten good control over my wings but nothing fantastic yet, but it’ll be good enough for the upcoming entrance exam at UA. My knuckle-stingers, as I like to call them, have become stronger, I’m able to now produce at least 2 different poisons through them. The poisons being a lead and Hornet poisoning.  

“Alright students, you guys are all third years now and it’s time to start taking your future seriously!”

Once those words flew out of your homeroom teacher's mouth, your eyes widened slightly as you whip your head towards the teacher as he continues talking as he reaches for some stacks of paper on his desk.

“Finally, the plot really begins…”

“Now, I would hand these out .... but I know you guys are going to want to aim to become heroes!”

As those words left his mouth and those papers flew onto the floor, the students in your class all began to cheer and use their quirks. 

Looking around, you see the students using their quirks, a small frown on your face. 

Okay, you couldn’t lie that having a quirk and using it was awesome and pretty cool, mainly because you’ve never had one or they never existed in your world, but they still shouldn’t use it so recklessly. 

Finally, your eyes begin to move towards Midoriya as he sits at his desk with his head low and slightly slumped in his seat. 

From the time you first met him, you’ve never breathed a word about him receiving a quirk from All Might. You’ve made a promise to not involve yourself too much unless absolutely necessary, or things wouldn’t go the way they are supposed to go. I mean, you being here already made a big enough impact, but you want to avoid anything important if possible. 

“Hey, teach! Don’t lump me in with the rest of these extras! Like they’d ever compare to my level!”

Moving your head, you stare at a certain person who’s just said those words out front to the class as the rest of the students all start to slightly ‘boo’ him.

Ever since meeting him once again at the start of the year, the two of you have been verbally fighting, surprising enough, nothing physical. It was odd to you that he wouldn’t physically fight you, but he would threaten you with some explosions here and there, but nothing else, it’s mostly just him making fun of Midoriya, you are standing up for him, and Bakugo having an irritated face and mumbling out stupid things. 

“Ah yes Bakugo, you're aiming for UA High.”

The students froze at those words in front of the teacher as they began to talk amongst themselves.

“UA high?! They barely accept anyone!”

“I heard their entrance exam is super hard!”

“Didn’t they only accept like 70 students last year?”

“Ha! Might be hard for you useless lot but I passed that mock test, I’m getting into that school! And besides, I’m the only one who has the ability to get into that building!”

Bakugo stands up from his desk as he just boosts his own ego. 

“Hell, I’ll even surpass All Might! I’ll become the strongest and not to mention, the richest hero out there!”

The teacher then hums to his explanation and looks down at another sheet of paper in his hands.

“It looks like you're going to try out for UA also, L/n and Midoriya, right?”

As those words left his mouth, Bakugo seemed to have frozen while Midoriya was literally shaking like a leaf on a branch on a windy day. You looked perfectly calm on the inside while deep inside, you were slightly scared because you knew what was to come next, well, to Midoriya at least. Not so sure about yourself though.

“Well shit”

The students in the class have begun to laugh while Midoriya kept his head low, that is until Bakugo goes up to him and blasts him out of his seat and onto the ground. 

“Damn Deku! Do you have memory loss or something? Because last time I checked, you're quirkless! Ha, forget these stupid quirks, you have nothing! Do you seriously think you can get into UA?”

As Bakugo moves closer to Midoriya, small explosions coming out of his hand, Midoriya scoots his way towards the wall until he hits it, hands waving frantically as Bakugo stands about 5 feet in front of him.

“K-Kacchan! Y-You got it wrong! I-I wouldn’t want to g-go up against you! I-It’s just, I’ve always wanted to be a hero, and you don’t need a quirk to get in, they took that rule away. S-So, there’s no harm in trying, right?”

He looks towards the ground as he said those words and Bakugo just tsk’s at him and raises his hand up to throw him an explosion once more. 

“You're an idiot if you think that, Deku.”

With those words out, Bakugo releases his explosion towards the green-haired boy on the ground.

Closing his eyes shut, he waits for the explosion to hit him, for the heat to yet again, leave another incident to clean up and lie about to his mom once he gets home. 

It feels like hours and the explosion still hasn't hit him. And the classroom is dead silent. He slightly opens his eyes to see what had happened, and once he opens his eyes, a small gasp leaves his mouth.

Right in front of him was Y/n, his best friend and technically, first friend, clutching her left side as the students and the teacher all stare at her. 

His eyes seemed to have been stuck on her forever as his mind went a million miles per hour. 

“Is she alright? Did it hurt? That was so kind of her, but she shouldn’t have! Damn it Izuku, you really are useless if you have to get her involved in your fights with Kacchan…. wait, Kacchan…...”

He moves his eyes slightly to see how Bakugo reacted, only to see, well, he doesn't know what Bakugo’s reaction is. 

It’s a mixture between surprised, confused, angry, and…...

“Wait, no, he can’t be worried right? I mean, It’s Kacchan I’m talking about here, there’s no way he’s worried, maybe he’s mad?”

This is what Midoriya thought, no, wanted to think as he looked at Bakugo, but his eyes shifted back to something more important than his rival.

Y/n

The h/c girl standing in front of him. It feels as if someone stopped time forever until she finally breaks the silence.

“Idiot, that could’ve actually caused some permanent damage to him, think before you act.”

Gripping her left side with your right hand, you start to tremble slightly as your breath only slightly begins to become uneven, you could feel the warm liquid of blood underneath your school uniform as you clutch your side tighter. 

Bakugo seems to have been knocked out of his trance as he stares at you with an irritated face.

“Well, maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so bad if you didn’t get in the damn way you pest!”

Looking at him dead in the eye, you sigh and turn back towards the boy on the ground behind you.

Taking a couple of steps, you reach out your free arm towards him and smile. 

Midoriya’s face begins to burn as he looks at your extended hand and he grabs it, pulling himself up slightly but mostly pushing himself up from the ground so as to not cause you pain. 

“Bakugo, I’m too tired to give you a fight right now, and I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of beating up Izuku. If you plan on becoming a hero, learn to not be a bitch first.”

With those words said and out for him and the rest of your classmates and the teacher to hear, you head make your way out the classroom door with Midoriya behind you, still red in the face as he is still holding hands with you, and the teacher calling out that he’ll call the nurse that you’d be arriving.

Walking down the hallway, Midoriya looks over at your form. You're still clutching your left side of your stomach as your school uniform is already soaking in the blood from the injury.

He still couldn’t believe what had happened just a few minutes ago. One moment he was about to get blasted to the sky by Bakugo but the next moment, you took the hit for him. You stood up for him, against the someone that everyone at school feared, Bakugo. You had taken the hit and now there was blood on your uniform. 

She glanced at the boy as he looked away as she looked at him, his face becoming beat red once again.

“That feeling again, it feels warm. And nice? It’s hard to explain…. maybe I have a fever? Yea, that’s it! A fever, I need to make sure that I take some medicine once we get to the nurse.”

“Hey um, Y/n?”

“Yea?”

Midoriya takes a deep breath as he says the following words with his face bright red from embarrassment on what he’s about to suggest. 

“D-Do you want my jacket? Since yours is all covered in blood and stuff. B-But if you aren't comfortable, I understand! Youdon’thavetotakeitorfeeltheneedtotakeit-”

“Yea sure, that’ll be a great idea actually! But maybe once were done getting some bandages fist though!”

Midoriya stops speaking and nods while they continue to walk.

| | | | Later that day - Back at homeroom

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“Y/n, I think you should still go to the nurse's office, the injury that Kacchan gave to you seems pretty serious.”

The bell had just rung, and the last few people were gone from the classroom, it was now only Y/n and Midoriya in the classroom. Midoriya was packing up his stuff as the girl leaned against a desk nearby and scrolled through her phone, she had decided to not go to the nurse's office but instead sent Midoriya in their office to ask for some bangles and medical tape and once he received them, he gave them to her, and she bandaged herself up instead. And afterwards like he agreed, he gave Y/n his jacket so that she doesn't have to keep wearing her own with blood on it. 

To Y/n, it was a friendly gesture, you know, friends. To Midoriya, it felt like something more, but he kept to himself on that part and tried convincing his brain that it’s just what friends do, but he can help but like the way you had his jacket on, it felt right.

“Don’t worry about it Izuku, I’m fine really. And besides, if I did go to the nurse's office, my parents would’ve been called down to pick me up and ground me.”

“Yea but still, what if you hurt it again? Then it could be really dangerous because it’s near where your stomach is and if you hurt your stomach, you’ll-”

“Izuku, I’m fine! Just chill, okay?”

The boy shut his mouth and looked back down at his bag, silence coming over the two of you. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have been pushing you to do something you don’t want to do Y/n.”

Looking over at him, you smile softly as he looks back up and slightly blushes.

“No, it’s fine Izuku, besides, I think I was being a tad bit harsh.”

���Y-You weren’t being harsh! You were just standing your ground on a decision you made!”

“Ha, thanks Izuku, but it’s really not your fault so don’t feel like it is, alright?”

Midoriya stays quiet and so a minute passes by between them until he speaks up again.

“Thank you.”

Looking over at him, you tilt your head to the side slightly.

“Thank you, for what exactly? Oh! Was it for that sandwich I gave to you last Wednesday? Izuku, I already told you; I didn’t really like it-”

“No, I mean yes for that, but not for that. I meant about what you did today, standing up for me to Bakugo.”

“Oh, that…Izuku, you don’t have to thank me, really, I did it because I care about you, you're my best friend.”

Best friend, that didn’t seem to sound nice in his mind. Honestly, it felt off, correct but not correct at the same time? He really didn’t know.

But before he could think further on the subject, Y/n starts to talk.

“Oh hey! You know that incident that you saw this morning? It’s all over the news!”

Pulling out his hero analysis notebook, he opened it up and grabbed a pen in the process, mumbling to himself as you read him the article and he wrote the information down on the heroes involved and the villain. Before he could finish though, someone snatched that notebook away, and that someone was Bakugo. 

“Oi Deku, we were not done with our little chat from earlier.”

That’s the moment something in your brain clicked that it was that part when it happens.

You put on a tight smile, and look at Bakugo, but he refuses to look at you.

“K-Kacchan…. give it back.”

Of course, behind Bakugo were his “friends' ', mocking Midoriya.

“Kacchan, give it back! Ha! You sound helpless!”

“But hey! Maybe your knight in shining armor will come to your rescue!”

Both yourself and Midoriya's faces begin to heat up, while Midoriya is looking for words to say, you look at them unamused.

“Oh, shut up, will you? And you, hand over the notebook, we have places to be and don’t have time for this.”

Bakugo hasn't said a word or even looked at you throughout this whole interaction, not until you extend your hand for the notebook as he looks down at the notebook.

He seems calm on the outside, but on the inside, he’s fuming, and absolutely, that anger starts to show on his face as he clutches the notebook harder in his hand. 

“Why.”

The other two kids stopped teasing Midoriya as they all looked at him, you are the first to talk. 

“What?”

“Why did you choose Deku, of all people? You couldn’t have chosen someone else to hang around with, it just had to be him.”

Looking at him, your eyes are clouded with confusion on to where this is going, as you look past him and at the clock, you notice it’s beginning to get late. This isn't a good sign because if your memory is correct, Midoriya meets All Might in about an hour, and he’s been here for 45 minutes and that only leaves him only a few minutes to make it to the spot where the slug villain tries to take over his body and for All Might to save him and that’s where it rolls out from there. 

Irritated, you look back at Bakugo.

“We don’t have time for this bull shit Bakugo.”

With that, you snatch the notebook out of his hands, grab Midoriya so that he walks in front of you, and the two of you make your way out of the classroom. 

Right about to walk out the door, Bakugo yells out to the two of you and points to Midoriya all while smirking.

“Deku! I have some advice for you. If you really want to become a hero, pray that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a swan dive from the rooftop!”

There it was, the final nail in the coffin that Bakugo is rotten to the core. Sensing that Midoriya is about to cry, you drag him out of the classroom and leave the school, not looking back once. If you had, you would have seen how mad Bakugo was when you didn’t do anything about it, how you wouldn’t turn back at him and not Midoriya. 

| | | | | Underneath that bridge thing

| | | | | As the two of you walked slowly underneath the bridge, and when I say slowly, I mean snail speed, you had to make sure that Midoriya met All Might so everything went according to plan. But it was silent for two reasons. 

One, you were listening for any sound of the sludge villain coming and two, Midoriya was thinking about what Bakugo had said to him earlier.

Looking over at Midoriya, you pat his back as he looks at you and you smile.

“Hey, ignore what he said, he doesn't know shit okay? I personally think that you can be a good hero, no, scratch that, the best hero there will ever be out there! So, I don't like to give up on it, okay?”

Midoriya continues to look at you and slowly, tears start to form, tears of happiness and he smiles.

“Y-Y/n, thank you, thank you so much for being with me and supporting me every step of the way! I promise I won’t let you down!”

Smiling, you stop to give him a hug, and so he stops and hugs you, all of a sudden, you both hear something behind you.

“Oh? Am I interrupting something?”

Letting go of each other, you both turn around to see the sludge villain.

“Bigger than I expected…”

“Well, the girl will probably scream out if I take her, so I’ll take you kid!”

All in one second, the sludge thing wraps itself to Midoriya, suffocating him as he tries to free himself.

“Thanks kid! You're a real hero for helping me out here!”

Panicking

That’s what you did, panic. I mean, who wouldn’t? One thing was watching this scene through a screen, another was actually being in it and watching it in front of you. 

“What do I do, do I just let it happen? Wait, no, even if it’s supposed to happen, I can’t let him suffer through any longer!”

With that thought in mind, your eyes scanned the creature, looking for an angle to attack it from, or even to just distract it for just one second.

As you searched for a chance to attack, Midoriya’s eyes met yours with panic as he pulled off some slime from his mouth.

“Y/n! Don’t do anything! You’ll hurt yourself even more-ugh!”

The slime covered his mouth back up, choking him even more, and the sludge villain finally glanced at you and turned back to his victim as if you had just gotten an idea. 

Closing your right hand into a fist, the stingers came out from your knuckles and pulled back your arm, ready to swing it back at the villain.  

“Stinger Throw : Hornet Poisoning!”

 As you mentally said those words, the stingers became a slightly yellow at the tip and you finally swung your arm towards the villain while the four stingers left your knuckles and bolted towards the sludge villain, specifically aiming for its eye. 

The stingers flew right through the sludge villain, it looked back at the h/c girl with a smirk.

“You have guts, but did you really think that you could-aaaa!”

The sludge villain lets go of Midoriya and said boy stubbled for a bit until he sprinted towards Y/n. Now that they are reunited, they stand beside each other as they look at the villain.

Since the stingers she fist threw from her right knuckles didn’t hit it at all, she used the time that it was talking to her to create some more stingers in her left knuckles and threw them once more, finally ending in one of the stingers piercing threw it’s right eye. 

“Damn it you little-!”

Before it could finish its sentence, the sewer lid on the floor was thrown open as a deep, loud voice was heard. 

“It’s okay now! Why? Because I am here!”

In the flesh stood All Might, he reeled back his arm and aimed for the sludge villain, all while smiling. 

“Texas, Smash!”

And with that, he blew the sludge villain to pieces, literally, little groups of slime flew everywhere and so did Midoriya and Y/n.

Midoriya flew somewhere on the ground while you flew straight into a wall, and not wanting to injure even more your injury that you already have, you curl yourself into a tight ball to protect your left side as you head hit the wall and you fell onto the ground face first, that when everything blacked out.

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A/n:

I'm not the best at writing fighting sense so forgive me if it was pretty bad, but I tried my best. 

Anyways, I just feel the need to explain that the reason Y/n had the injury on her left side near her stomach was basically because she just barely managed to cover Bakugo's explosion that aimed towards Midoriya, and it ended up hitting her side. I'm planning on having her injury become impacted during and possibly during and after USJ at some point, and plus, I needed something to work with if I wanted her to have a platonic relationship with a few heroes here and there. 

If you guys want, comment which platonic relationships and/or romantic ones you want the reader to have, I'm trying to age down a few characters (such as Dabi for example) so that they can have a romantic relationship of some sort with the reader.

Anyways, have a good rest of your day!

[briannaltt]

So at school on Friday we had a small assembly where our lessons are smaller and lunch is longer because the ones at the bottom go first during 3rd and then they go back to class and start their lesson while the ones on the second floor go after they are done with their lesson, I went first with my (A) bae and sadly I had no friends to go with but I still went and as I was walking with the other classes and mine I saw my bae waiting for his friend so I quickly pulled out my phone and pretended to be on it, I stayed back being left behind by my classmates but stayed with my teacher to talk and then saw two girls who I didn’t know but seen them around so I followed them and sat next to them when we got inside, sadly there was barely any seats left but I saw a empty seat next to my bae but no way was I gonna go and sit there!! so me and a couple of girls were given seats to place down and sit and so as I sat down with the girls I made small conversation with the girl next to me because I actually have her for fifth period and she was such a sweetheart and I asked her if she was a senior but no she was a junior!! To me she seemed like a sophomore but I told her how pretty she was and while talking to her in the corner of my eye across from me I saw my bae’s friend look back at me!!? and then turned to my bae and whispered something to him and right after he did that my bae looked back at me as in like his friend had told him I was at the back and my bae turned back to look at me!! and saw how I was laughing with the girl like ahhh I was like oh my are my eyes deceiving me right now!! after the lights turned off and the assembly started with naming the new ASB members, they called the names who were put down to participate in a game up on stage, which was sooo hilarious because two people from the same class we’re supposed to stand far from each other while one was blind folded and spin around and throw beach balls into a basket that the other person was holding but some kid was facing us and throwing the ball to the crowd and everyone including me was laughing while others tried to help him, anyways as that was going on I kept seeing my bae look back because I obviously kept a close eye on him and was practically just staring at him instead of the show but I saw how he kept looking back at me, by the end of it his friend left, I’m guessing to go use the bathroom but the assembly was done shorty after and they were calling our class one by one because we had to get a party necklace and small agenda by the door and they called the class he was sitting by so he was completely alone and then they decide to call the girls class I was sitting with so we said goodbye and I was completely alone!!, him and I alone in a row and I saw how he looked back at me , turned around and everything and while I texted my friend and laughed, finally they called my class and I got up so fast lol and went out those doors but before that I saw two girls looking back him and ugh I was soooo jealous but whatever and left and saw him coming out later and practically ran to my class…. And that’s all,,,, it was fun that day and not bad!! Byeeee

[mysticscrystalrevelation]

Game 9 With One Eye Closed Tues, June 4 7pm EDT Washington @ Connecticut

Starting: WASH: Atkins, Dolson, Edwards, Samuelson, Vanloo (Sykes out with ankle injury, Austin injury rest?) CONN: Bonner, Carrington, Harris, Jones, Thomas

1st Quarter A few misses early, then Ariel gets a nice shot off over Breezy to open up our scoring. Edwards is starting today as Austin rests. Edwards has been so impressive thus far this season. The matchups are good between these starting lineups. Earl on Carrington, JVL v Harris, Edwards gets to test her chops against AT. 8-9 early The difference maker is going to be can we make 3s tonight in order to open up the whole court on O more than anything. If yes, we have a chance. If no? No chance. AT is May Player of the Month yeah guess what that doesn't make up for the MVP snub. Hines-Allen in, Edwards and her go 2-man getting multiple good chances on the possession that they can't convert, but it felt like a good sign to get offensive boards. Nelson-Ododa was a problem for us last matchup. JVL no look to Karlie for 3. Ambitious scoop overhead passes need to stop. So many turnovers from them all season. 10-2 run for the Sun. Edwards getting crowd support on her foul shots. Another multiple o-board possession and this time we convert. Much improved. Must continue through 40 minutes though. We grind back to 18-19 to end the quarter. CONN not yet in groove though.

2nd Quarter Great stop to start the quarter, excellent D. Unfortunately we turn it over via ambitious pass. Jade is left a lane and knows what to do. Gets a bonus too. Proud of Jade's D on Carrington. Game still within 1. O boards up to 7 with 6 min left in the half. Engstler getting some minutes here. Right now she and Edwards are responsible for the bigs which makes me nervous. Shot clock violation on us :( We have a very younnnnng (to the league) lineup in. A couple vets return and OOh great possession on O, creative trust-based, SUCCESSFUL. We tie it up at 30 and force a shot clock violation and Sun timeout. Yip! They come back from the break and we force another! We struggle to score but manage to end the half with a Stef 3 to pull ahead 33-32. A lead at half!

3rd Quarter Things looking physical early. A string of misses for DC. Two silly turns from the Sun save it from being a Connecticut run. Make that three. Connecticut clearly got told to body during the half time chat. Too many misses and Ty hits a three. 35-42 and we need time. Comig back Ty hits another. The lead is ten. Vanloo answers. Two horrible turnovers. in a row. We need an energy shift here. Karlie has a tough tough job tonight against Bonner. She has gotten some dumb whistles and lots of physcality. Bonner sits and she finally takes and makes a 3. 43-58. Terrible quarter on both ends of the floor for DC.

4th Quarter Hey Briann January :D It appears that we are forcing things instead of getting what is given. Shatori with a squeaky clean block. DC starting to lose hope and needs a mental reset. Thank you for mentioning the absence of Tianna Hawkins announcer. We love you, T. Lead still 15. We can't figure it out on O. As I said in the first, without the 3 ball, the Sun D will not be challenged. Vanloo comes back in which seems smart to me. Attention male commentators: if you must exist, be more like this guy—say way less, do not yell, pronounce names correctly, provide accurate information. But also resist the urge to say stupid things. 3:42 left 52-68. I feel like Karlie will need a hug after this one. She does get a quick trigger three here. Eric has to be fired after this. What else gives? You are out of time to pray things change without making change. Do the players believe in him? You don't even have to fire him. Demote him. LaToya Sanders HC. Snatch Kristi back. Someone who is a confidence machine. Benches are in with a couple starters now. It's just rec ball for the last minute. Absolutely our worst second half performance. 59-76

[defensefilms]

Saturday Night Must Be A Turning Point For Joel Embiid

“Embiid vs Jokic On Saturday Night is a watershed moment for 2023 MVP race”

The Philadelphia 76ers defeated the Brooklyn Nets by 137-134 and although the game lacked the presence of Kevin Durant, the Sixers still looked good, but with several creases that need to be ironed out before we can consider this team playoff ready, and more importantly, conference championship ready.

Tyrese Maxey’s continued development is nothing short of spectacular. He is every bit the 3rd/4th scorer we need on this team, his 27 points, 5 assista and 3 rebounds were as big a contribution as anyobe made in that win, and it’s nice to see him getting some love from the national media for his contributions.

The same cannot be said for the buddy, James Harden. I’ll keep it funky with you in saying that “I’m never happy to watch this guy play”, but his role in our offense can be a useful one, in as far getting to the freethrow line and slowing the pace of the game down, because when you’re at the freethrow line you’re not allowing opponents to score in transition.

James is finding that going to the rim is his best friend right now, 23 points, 7 assists, 3 rebounds is decent return, and while he managed 5-10 from 3-point distance, there are issues, bro.

In the 4th quarter though, we almost let go of this game, we were not trying to get Joel in post-up position in the 4th quarter and you know what, it nearly backfired hard. 

Putting Joel in the post would help negate some of these dumb turnovers, where James is trying to pass to Joel, even when bro is surrounded by like 4 defenders.

And speaking of Joel, that 4th quarter put on display a lot of the things Hakeem Olajuwon was beefing about.

Joel putting himself in the low post also simplifies things for his teammates.

I don’t know if it’s because bro plays with Harden, or it’s the instructions from Doc Rivers but Joel Embiid’s aversion to going in to the low post needs to be dealt with once and for all..

I can’t understad why he thinks standing in the middle of a zone defense is the best way to break down defenses. 

It’s actually annoying to watch “floor general” James Harden commit these crazy turnovers with the goal of getting him to shoot stepback 3′s. We are literally one of the worst 4th quarter teams in the league, and it’s a shot selection issue.

It is what it is.

On Saturday night, when the 76ers play the Denver Nuggets, it’ll give Joel a chance to rectify some of these percieved slights.

For all intents and purposes, Nikola Jokic has been encroaching on this here “best center in the league” territory for a while now and to be honest, Joel needs to send a message here.

Outperforming Jokic in a game that will have the attention of the national media, and a game that will be the only NBA’s only airing in that time slot, will do wonders to remind the league just whose claim to best big in the league is most credible.

It needs to happen, because you know what hurts Embiid’s case? Not being a starter in this year’s all star game, for the 2nd year in a row!! 

Joel Embiid, who leads the league in scoring at 33.4 points per game, is not going to be a starter in the all-star game, for the 2nd year in a row.

That’s the extent that the Joel Embiid disrespect has gotten to. 

 Balling out against Jokic won’t be easy, and I doubt the Nuggets will opt to have Jokic guard Embiid 1-on-1 because that will not be advantageous. 

The Sixers guarding Nikola Jokic, will be a whole other affair completely, and while I trust Embiid’s athleticism to help negate Jokic, I do have my doubts that our team defense will be able to stop Jokic from diming passes and manipulating the entire floor. 

The Nuggets are currently 1st place in a very competetive Western conference, so this will no be an easy feat, while the Sixers can try to carry the confidence of a 6-game winning streak in to this upcoming game.

For Joel, the mandate is clear, play your best game of the season. Period

[trippingonthelight]

Ring Fingers

Eddie Munson x f!reader

This is just a little something about Eddie... and his hands... and what he would like to do with them sometimes...

content warnings: mildly nsfw MILDLY..... cuddling, kissing, eddie being a goof, eddie being a slut, eddie being eddie

The barely there, early morning blue of the sky was just starting to peek through the window screen of Eddie’s bedroom. Lighting up the room just enough to see, but not enough to really wake you up. The smell of incense lingered from the night before. Your clothes and Eddies’ thrown haphazardly across the floor, the chair, his windowsill, wherever they happened to land when they were practically torn off from the night before. You turned from your side where you slept peacefully all night to lay on your back, his arm still caging the small of your waist as he still laid sleeping next to you. You couldn’t help but grin slightly at the sight of him. He acts all tough, but the way he’s cuddled into your side right now and holding you so gently, even in his sleep… that says otherwise.

The memories of this fall with Eddie start to play mind, as they usually do when your mind starts to wander in a free moment.

In August, it was fresh and new. The nervous energy hadn’t worn off yet as your friendship with your fellow Hellfire Club member had turned into something more. Once you joined the club there was always a flirtatious energy between you two, and you quickly became close friends, much to the annoyance of the rest of the D&D party… When the party won its biggest campaign of the semester so far, a bonfire was suggested as a form of celebration (and as an excuse to go party in the woods). One too many beers and catching him staring at you over the flames was all it took for you to finally admit how you felt. You said it first, searching his big brown eyes for any sign of discomfort with what you were saying. How you liked him from the moment you met and how he made you so nervous but in a good way… but you didn’t find any hesitation. Instead, he cut you off with a kiss that made you drop your solo cup right there behind the tree where he pinned you with his firm but gentle grip. You pulled away and he smiled, “I thought you weren’t gonna shut up so I could do that… took ya long enough…” Your laughs echoed through the woods, as they have most days ever since.

In September, the nerves dissipated into excitement. Between classes it was just kisses and stories from the time spent apart (one to two class periods at most) and giggling like little kids… homework got done somewhere in between… When you weren’t in school, being a budding rockstar’s girlfriend wasn’t half bad either. You would always go to the gigs his band played in Hawkins and the little towns surrounding it. Quickly entering the venue bathroom to wash the Xs off your hands, you would come out and head to the side of the stage where Eddie waited with a drink for you. Raising his glass to yours he toasts, “Cheers darling,” complimenting the clink of your glasses with a kiss on your cheek before every show. You never had a boring weekend now, not with Eddie around.

Now it’s October and you’re falling into a rhythm with each other’s lives. It’s still exciting, but in a more comfortable way now that the nerves are gone. So comfortable that for the 3rd weekend in a row you’re waking up at his house. Thankful for his uncle’s work schedule that effectively kept you out of sight. Leaving you and Eddie in your own little world in that tiny trailer park in Hawkins. Coming back to the moment in this soft morning light, you move to try to get up to collect your clothes. But Eddie lightly stirred with a dissatisfied “hmmm” that you figured out roughly translated to “don’t get up…. Please… not yet…”

You smiled and patted his arm lightly, “I know, but I gotta get home before my parents think something’s up…”

“Mmm… lucky for you I covered… you’re mine till band practice at 2…” he snuggles closer, thinking no explanation would be needed. But, feeling your burning gaze, he looked up at you. His deep brown eyes still glazed from sleep as he laid his chin on your stomach, he admits, “Your mama called late last night looking for you. You were already asleep…. I said you went home with Tiffany and I would bring you home tomorrow after you guys hung out. Which wasn’t a lie… she just doesn’t know I’m actually named Tiffany.”

You lightly smack his shoulder as he giggles at your shock. “I can’t believe you!! And when my folks ask to meet Tiffany, what then?”

“Then…” he starts, raising up on his elbows slightly to cage your tummy between his arms and chest, planting a soft kiss above your belly button. “…we’ll worry about it if that happens. Until then, will you please snuggle me back I’m freezing over here with all that cold shoulder you’re giving me…” he stuck out his bottom lip… it took everything you had not to lean up and bite it… so instead you turned on your side and tugged his arm tighter around you. This earned a happy hum from him and he gratefully tangled back up with you. The blanket of sleep settled back easily over the both of you for a couple more hours, giving the sun time to rise up in the sky and gleam in through the window.

He woke you up this time, hearing him move behind you to grab something on his nightstand. Your eyes fluttered open to see his arm stretched out over you, reaching for his Polaroid camera. He catches your eye, “Damn it, was tryin to be quiet…” he feigns the cutest look of shame you’ve ever seen on a face so beautiful, and your smile at him blooms on your cheeks before you can even think to chastise.

You grab on to the arm that reached over you, tugging it closer in to you to examine the device he now held. “Takin pictures?” You ask, blinking up at him with bleary eyes still adjusting to the light. He begins to kiss down your exposed shoulders, into the soft curve of your neck. You would barely hear it if you weren’t enamored with everything he ever said. But against the shell of your ear he says, “maybe, if you wanna be my muse…” punctuated with the most gentle, yet electric kisses to your jawline. All you can do is nod in response. Of course you would be his muse.

There’s moments where Eddie is too sweet for words. When he sweeps you off your feet either literally or metaphorically, and shows you the kind of appreciation you deserve. When you get to return the favor and make sure he knows he’s loved and cared for at any chance you get, and he blushes at your praise and affection.

And then there’s moments like these. Where they’re just to the left of innocent. When he’s doing everything to get you going except the act itself. In these moments, Eddie feels like he has you to only himself out of all the world. This is when he feels it, that closeness. The intimacy of a lover, an admirer, an artist taking in another’s creation. The tenderness only found in these little moments. It’s what he lives for with you. Of course he loves to show you off, but these little private moments, just with you? He never wants them to end. So he decides he doesn’t have to let it…

The first photo he snaps is entirely hideous. The angle is off and you definitely didn’t pose in any provocative way. You chide him for even considering letting it develop, but he laughs and lays it on his windowsill anyway.

“Don’t give up on me just yet. That was a good one but, not what I’m going for…”

The second snap of the camera came after a little more posing, a little arch in your back, the placement of his hand against your hip, his fingertips making the slightest indents in your skin from his gentle grip… the photo develops, capturing your torsos fully pressed against each other, your back against his chest. But he huffs in response. You laugh, “what, bad model?” He shakes his head slowly, “no, no no no, doll… not you..” he plants a small kiss to your forehead. “The photographer can’t get the best angle here… c’mere, let’s try this.”

He sits up, spreading his legs wide enough for you to sit between them, holding a hand out to help you up while the other grips the camera deftly. You try to move into his lap as gracefully as you can while holding the sheet against your bare chest. He notices, and once you settle in his lap, his hand moves from your grasp to the sheet covering your breasts. You look up at him, suddenly feeling more exposed than you ever have to him. Sex was one thing, and the lights were usually off. But taking a risqué Polaroid in the full glow of the morning? That was entirely different. He sees the trepidation in your eyes and smiles, holding the camera out for you to hold. “Here, hold this instead.”

“But Eddie… I-“ you start, but before you could begin to explain any feeling of hesitation, his hands were on your breasts and his chin was nestled in the gentle curve of your neck, comfortable resting on your shoulder.

If you could capture this feeling in a bottle and wear it like perfume, you swear you would be high all day from it. His body, warm and solid against your own… the softness of his hair ticking your back… the roughness of his hands, calloused from many hours of practicing guitar, against the soft skin of your breasts… the electricity of his slightly cool silver rings (the few he absolutely never took off, even in sleep) fluttering against the sensitive flesh of your nipples and sending a pleasing electric shock between your legs… You understood better every day with Eddie just how people got addicted to this feeling…

“Okay now, hold the camera out and raise it up. Just a little babe.. there we go. Right there…” he helps you position the lens in the center of your chest, just far enough away to get you both in frame. He turns his head to whisper in your ear and latch his lips onto that sensitive spot on your neck, that spot that makes you melt for him and only him. “Now shoot…” He says in a deep whisper. You barely register that you took the photo, as he leans in to give a gentle but wet kiss to the spot where he just sucked a fresh, deep-maroon hickey into your skin. A quiet moan escapes your throat, and the Polaroid falls into the sheets. He picks it up and shakes it lightly to get it to develop, grinning like the Cheshire Cat when he starts to see your form appear on the film. “Better this time?” You laugh at his satisfied smile, like he just painted the next great masterpiece. He leaned back down to kiss your neck, trailing his way from your collar bones, to your cheek, finally settling on your lips. He smiles when he kisses, you notice. Interesting…

“oh I’m definitely keeping this one in my wallet…”

[ch3rry3lossom]

Read: Please send requests or ideas! I'll make sure to credit you and try my best to fulfill the request!

#☁️.+~ Characters: hanako kun and tsukasa!

#🧃.+~ Warnings: none! Unless you're triggered by these characters!

#🍓.+~ Summary: hanako/tsukasa meeting you for the first time after noticing you keep and keep coming back to the bathroom stalls to keep them company!

#💌・'~ A special connection.

(Hmm? It's that girl again...) hanako thought to himself as he saw you entering the bathroom stalls for the 6th time this week

He thought it was a bit strange for a girl to come repeatedly to the bathroom each day.....especially if they actually never went inside one to do their business and instead just lay on the floor after cleaning it instead

He would be lying tho if he said he didn't enjoy some company every once in a while

Usually whenever you do come to visit, he just watches you do your own thing. He didn't except you to one day call out his name tho and try to summon him

With nothing else he can think of to do he comes out of the bathroom stall when you call his name the 3rd time in a row

"My my, persistent now aren't we?" hanako says to you as he looks at you with a teasingly look

"Hanako? Is that really you? You ask in amazement, surprised the rumors about a ghost living in the bathroom stalls were true after all

"Who else would it be?" hanako says as he floats around you giggling "now then, I assume you summoned me to grant you a wish right? So then what would it be?" he says as he takes out a note and pencil

"Oh...i don't really want a wish. I just came to see if the rumors were true about there being a ghost in the stalls...i wanted to summon you sooner but I figured that if you were real then it would be more pleasant to come regularly to the bathroom so you would feel a bit more comfortable around me" you say as you smile towards the brown haired boy

What? Was hanakos first thought after proccessing everything you just told him. Usually people wouldn't even bother to stay a couple of minutes in the bathroom after school hours, especially every single day

He was surprised but also felt a tingle of warmness inside him in a way. Something he hasn't felt in a long time. He would be lying if he said he wasn't flustered and a bit happy as well

He found you interesting, not only that but it wouldn't hurt to have a friend to keep him company right?

"I-i see, well then if it's not too much trouble...would you mind being friends and to keep keeping me company?" hanako asked as he looked the other way, trying to hide his embarrassed blushing face

"I don't mind! It must get pretty lonely here in the bathroom stalls all by yourself after all!" you say as you walk towards him and take his hands into yours

"W-wait-what are you-" hanako blurs out as he gets even more flustered and embarrassed as he looks at you

"Let's become great friends hanako! You look like a fun person to be around! You say to him as you smile

He couldn't take his eyes off you. You radiated such bright happiness that He thought it was almost illegal to hold your hands. He hasn't felt such a feeling as warmness and happiness in a long time. He was happy.

"I- if you don't mind me asking, what's your name? Hanako asks you eagerly

"Oh my name? It's Y/N!" you say to him "well it's getting pretty late so I should start heading back home" you say as you let go of his hands and start getting your stuff ready to leave

Hanako immediately felt a tigle of sadness hearing you say that. He wanted you to stay a bit longer but of course he also understood you couldn't stay here forever

"You will come back tomorrow...right?" Hanako asked, scared that everything you have told him so far was a lie

"Of course! Well then I'll see you tomorrow Hanako!" you say walking out of the bathroom as you wave him goodbye

Hanako was speechless. All his life he has just been alone in the bathroom stalls. To actually now have someone as a "friend" made him happier than ever. He was excited to get to know you better

"Oh? What do we have here~" Tsukasa spent no time immediately popping up in front of you to greet you

"Eep!" you quickly stood a step back as you got surprised by tsukasas sudden appearance, not actually thinking the rumors were true

"Oops my bad, did I scare you? Hehe" tsukasa asks as he floats around you, examining you carefully

"O-oh just a bit, you must be tsukasa right?" you ask nervously while keeping a close eye on him

"Yep! The one and only! So why did you summon me? Want a wish granted to you? Hmm?" tsukasa asks with a mischievous smirk

"Oh no! I just wanted to see if the rumors were true! You actually look way more cute than what most people describe you as" you say as you finally calm yourself down and smile towards him

"Oh? You think I'm cute?~" tsukasa asks getting closer to you while giggling

Tsukasa would be lying if he said he didn't get a bit surprised by your response. Especially since he really didn't get any intent from you that screamed wanting a wish to come true

"Mhm! I love your clothes as well! They fit you!" you said as you studied his clothes curiously

"Thanks! Hmm well if you're not here for a wish then what do you want?" tsukasa asks, still not fully convinced you don't want anything from him

"I don't want anything! Like I said I just wanted to see if the rumors were true, and well maybe we can become friends?" you asked smiling as you took tsukasas hands onto yours

"Friends?? Hmm sure! Why not!" tsukasa says as he collides his hands onto yours with a big smile "you better visit me every day then!" tsukasa says giving a pout

"Of course!" you say as you pinch tsukasas cheeks gently

"Hehe you're not scared of me? Usually when people make a wish and get it, they immediately run away and try to stay far away from me....its no fun at all" tsukasa says as he hugs you and looks up at you

"Hmm I think people just don't spend enough time to know you! You actually seem very fun to be around!" you say as you smile and hug him back

"Hehe what's your name by the way?" tsukasa asks while he digs his head into your chest more

You didn't mind his clinyness since you yourself actually loved physical affection from time to time

"My name is Y/n!" you say giggling

"Nice to meet you Y/n! You're staying with me forever from now on! Tsukasa says as he giggles and holds onto you tighter

Usually if someone else would've heard that and noticed how clingy he was getting, they would of immediately became concerned and worried for their safety, but you knew this was just tsukasas way of showing affection to you and well over all tsukasa just being himself so you didn't really pay much attention

"Haha alright tsukasa" you say smiling

Stuff was about to get a whole lot interesting from now on

That's it! This is part one to this little story! I will post part 2 soon! Part 2 will contain how y'all grew through out time and how their thoughts of you have changed! Hope y'all liked this!

[viking-raider]

Hoist the Colours - Part I

Summary: Your father is given a governorship of a Caribbean island and you accompany him on the voyage, a new start, for the both of you. But, it doesn’t go as either of you planned, or well.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 8,841

Warning: Pirate!Henry, Fluff, Angst, Mention of death, Violence, Language, Kidnapping, Ransom

Inspiration: It’s Henry and Pirates! I got the idea after watching Pirates of the Caribbean one day!

Author’s Note: I wanted to post something new to treat the fandom. As always, thank you to the lovely @wondersofdreaming​ for helping me along with my stories.

The room creaked and groaned, swaying back and forth at a quick and nauseating pace, the booms and cracks coming from outside the door were muffled by the thick wood. He pushed you into the corner, panting, sweating and bleeding heavily.

“Henry.” You whimpered, trembling with fright and adrenaline.

“Sshh, it's all right.” He wheezed, breathing labored and sat down on the bed that was in the corner. “Here, look at me, my love.” He said, forcing a smile as he cupped your cheek in his shaking hand, leaving a bloody print with it. “We'll be all right, my sweet. The men are strong and capable, they'll rid the ship of these mongrels.”

“It doesn't seem like it.” You fretted, biting your lip and glancing at the barred door as something very heavy struck it.

Henry chuckled and kissed the corner of your mouth, you could taste the blood from the split on his bottom lip. “We've encountered worse on these seas, I assure you.” He groaned softly. “But, I must tell you, of all the treasures and gold I have plundered in my lifetime as a Pirate, you are the greatest of them all.”

3rd August 1686

It was a sunny morning in London, the sea air sweeping over the city, keeping it cool as Londoners and it's other residents went about their daily business. You stood on the balcony of your parents' home, taking deep breaths of the sea air and could hear your maid bustling about your room, packing your things for the voyage you and your father would be taking the next day. Your father, Thomas, had been appointed Governor of the newly colonized Lockemirth Island in the Caribbean, and you were to accompany him, with no other prospects for staying in London, and after the death of your mother the year before, he felt the both of you needed a fresh start in the world, and the governorship was that opportunity.

“Miss?” Your maid called, appearing in the balcony doorway.

You turned towards her, lifting a brow. “Yes, Jane?”

“Everything you've asked me to pack has been so.” She informed you, bundling the sides of her skirts and bowing softly to you.

“Thank you, Jane.” You smiled softly at her, saddened that you would be leaving the place that had been home all your life, away from your friends and all the seasonal events that kept London busy.

You doubted there would be such high society events like London's, on a teeny island in the Caribbean, expecting and loathing the boredom and loneliness that would no doubt fill your days there. Sighing and softly closing your eyes for a moment, you stepped back into the house as sweaty movers appeared in your room to collect the crates of the things you would be taking with you on the voyage, and taking them downstairs to the foyer, to later be moved to the storage haul of the HMS Kilmartin.

“Ma'am.” One of the movers tipped the brim of his sweat stained and worn flat hat, as he and the other mover muscled the heavy wooden crate out the double doors of your room.

“Sir.” You nodded your head politely to him, then they were gone, grunting and groaning down the spiral staircase. “I shall miss this place, Jane.” You sighed, sitting down on the edge of your bed and stared out the window. “I heard the island region is prone to hurricanes, that kick up tremendous winds and rain, capable of flattening everything in its wake.”

“Gracious.” Jane gasped, sweeping the dry packing straw that had fallen to the floor, while things were being packed into the crates. “Sounds frightening.”

“It does.” You agreed with her, a knot of fear in your stomach at the thought of being caught in such a storm.

What would you and your father do, if such a storm hit the island whilst you were there? Even worse, what if one happened, while you were still sailing to the island? It would undoubtedly cause the ship to sink, taking you, your father and everyone aboard down with it!

“And the pirates, Miss.” Jane added, after a moment of silence.

“No pirate is stupid enough to attack a ship of His Royal Highness, King James II.” You huffed, rolling your eyes at her. “It would be a grave mistake on their part, the King doesn't suffer pirates, nor does my father for that matter. It's part of the reason he was appointed Governor of the island, to prevent pirates from getting their greedy and filthy hands on it.”

“Like they did with Nassau.”

“Of course.” Jane nodded, shyly.

You sighed again, but deep down you were concerned about the pirates, your father had mentioned only the night before that one of the royal ships had been attacked and boarded by pirates on their way to Port Royal. They had taken most of the cargo and killed several of the crew members, before finally returning to their own ship and vanishing on the horizon. You tried to soothe your own fears by repeating the same you told Jane inside your mind, that no pirate would attack a royal ship. But, it barely eased that fear and anxiety.

If anything, it made it worse.

The next day, Jane woke you earlier than usual and helped you dress, before you went downstairs for one more breakfast in the house. Your father was already sitting at the table, a steaming cup in front of him and the daily newspaper in his hand. He set it down as you entered the room, standing to greet you with a smile and gently kiss your cheek, before you took your seat at the table and Jane laid out your breakfast before you.

“Thank you.” You smiled at her, picking up a fork.

“Are you ready for our voyage, my dear?” Your father asked, sipping his tea and regarding you over its rim.

“As I can be, father.” You replied, picking up your own cup of tea. “How long will it take?”

“With good weather and wind, hopefully no longer than seven weeks.” He informed you, setting his cup down on its little saucer. “With terrible weather, it could be as long as three months.”

“Let's hope it is the former, instead of the latter, then, shall we?” You smiled over at him, nervously.

“Don't worry about the journey, my sweet petal.” He said, smiling at you in a way parents did, when they were trying to be reassuring, while also hiding their own fears and worry.

“All will be well.”

You didn't argue with him.

Besides, your father had far more sailing experience than you did. He had once been a member of His Royal Majesty's, King Charles I's Royal Navy, reaching the rank of Captain, before meeting your mother, retiring and trying his hand in politics, quite successfully, at that. You on the other hand, had never been on a boat, unless you counted the little rowboat James Turner took you in to cross a small river to a picnic spot he had set up for you, during last year's social season, with Jane as chaperon. You had wondered then, as he half struggled to row the vessel, why you were doing so, when there was a small, and perfectly useful, foot bridge not ten meters away from the small dock he had pushed off from.

But, just like now, you didn't argue or question it, he wanted to be romantic, and your father was trying to be protective and reassuring.

Your father took his pocket watch out, the highly polished gold cover popping open, its soft ticks reached you as he frowned down at it, then snapped it shut again and tucked it back into his pocket. Heaving a sigh, he downed the rest of his cooled tea, neatly folded his half read newspaper and rested back against his chair, quietly regarding you across the table, while you finished your breakfast.

“Edward, have the carriage readied, we must leave in no more than twenty minutes.” He called out to his servant, before rising to his feet.

He bowed politely to you and left the room, you knew where he was going, to your mother's rooms. Your father had shut up her rooms the day of her funeral, not wanting a single item inside to be disturbed out of the places she had put them in. She had been sick for some time, but in the last month of her life, she had gotten far worse. Your father employed every respectable doctor London had, even the physician the King himself used. But, all of them had a different diagnosis and treatment for what supposedly ailed her, and none of them worked, most of them only made her worse. So, she wasted away until there was nothing left of her, but skin and bones, and she passed away. Your father was understandably distraught and brokenhearted by her death, only mechanically doing his obligations, always standing, motionless, in her dark and tomb-like rooms, as if he stood there long enough, time would rewind and bring her back to him.

There was no doubt in your mind, that's where he was going, to say one last good-bye to her, before you both set sail for Lockemirth, for what would likely be several years, if not forever. You had already sneaked into her room, during the night, taking a ruby necklace that she loved to wear, as a token to remember her by and to feel as if, in a way, she was accompanying you both on the journey.

“Are you ready, my dear?” His voice asked as he descended the staircase to join you in the foyer, lifting a graying brow at you.

“As I can be, Father.” You replied, stomach clenching inside your corset.

He smiled at you, fingertips gently brushing your cheek, while Edward opened the front doors. “Into a brave new world, my loving daughter.” He said, looping his arm with yours and escorted you out into the rising morning sun, the family carriage already waiting for you both, door open and horses patiently standing at attention.

Your father helped you inside the carriage, then followed after you, rapping his knuckles on the door to signal the driver to move forward. Both of you watched as the beloved house slowly disappeared from view, soon falling away to the wharves of London harbor. The sea air was even stronger on the wharves, mixed with the strong scents of seaweed, fish, the unwashed bodies of sailors long at sea and hot tar. The HMS Kilmartin was easy enough to spot on the wharves, its masts standing tall amongst the others, rocking in the gentle swell of the waves coming off the ocean, it glittered in the rays of the new day, showing off its blue, white and gold paint job, it was immaculate. It gave you a great measure of relief to see it, it seemed infinitely more steady and reliable than the other ships in the harbor.

“Shall we find out if you have sea legs like your dear father?” He teased you, as you approached the gangplank leading up onto the deck.

You tried to give him an amused smile, before following him up the swaying plank, but you weren't truly amused at the prospect of finding out if you were prone to seasickness or not. You dearly hoped you wouldn't be though, all you needed was this voyage to be even longer and more miserable then it already would be without you losing your stomach with every movement of the ship.

Stepping onto the deck, you clutched your father's arm tighter and planted your feet against the unaccustomed sway. Your father chuckled and helped you steady yourself, standing there for several long minutes to allow you to acclimate, then started forward again, slowly, baby step by baby step. A pair of doors swung open and a man appeared out of them, dressed completely in Royal Navy attire, giving away his station as the Captain of the ship.

“Sir Thomas.” The Captain smiled at your father, striding over to you both with the confidence of a man walking on land, instead of on the swaying deck of a ship. “This must be your lovely daughter.” He smiled at you next, sweeping off his hat and bowing to you.

“Indeed, sir.” Your father smiled, looking at you with all and more pride. “My dear, this is Captain Davis.”

“My lady.” Captain Davis greeted you, taking your offered hand and kissing it. “It is a pleasure to have you aboard my ship.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Captain Davis.” You replied, feeling a warmth creep into your cheeks.

Captain Davis's smile broadened at your words, before letting your hand go and looking back to your father. “We have your cabins ready for you, sir. The things you've asked to be taken into them are already there, awaiting you both.” He explained to your father.

“So, shall I show you to your cabins?”

“Please, lead the way, Captain.” Your father nodded and gripped your hand tighter, following Davis into a dim passageway and down a small set of stairs, to the second level of the ship.

“Sir Thomas, your cabin is here.” Captain Davis said, leading the way down a narrow hallway and motioned to a door on the left. “My lady, your cabin is just through there.” He pointed to a door across from your father's. “I do hope the both of you find comfort in them. If you are in need of anything, please inform myself or my Chief Mate, Mr. Gray.” He instructed the both of you.

You and your father thanked him and entered your respective cabins. Your cabin was narrow in length and just wide enough that your fingertips, with your arms stretched out from your sides, barely touched the walls, it reminded you of your closet at home. Sighing, you approached the bed to one side, it was built into the side of the ship, for obvious reasons, with a feather mattress laid into that, and a lip, to keep the bed's occupant from being either rolled out or tossed out with the ship's movement, no matter its speed and the type of waves it was sailing through. There was a porthole across from the bed, where you could only see the side of a ship that was docked beside the Kilmartin.

At the other side of your room was a heavy and deep chest, a chest full of your things, clothing to change into, toiletries and some other home comforts to keep you company, like a book or two. Sighing, you sat down on the bed and stared out the porthole, to what teeny strip of blue and cloudy sky you could see at the top of it.

“I already miss home.” You frowned, chewing on your lip.

It was three weeks into the voyage to Lockemirth Island from London, and you had, more or less, gotten your sea legs; as your father put it. You had only spent the first day and a half hanging over the railing of the main deck, spilling any substance you put in your body, that wasn't already there to start with. All things considered though, you found yourself rather enjoying the life on board the ship, watching the crew go about their duties, pulling and tying ropes as thick as your arms, climbing the rigging like monkeys in trees; you marveled at their ease of doing it without falling or getting tangled up. You would join your father every evening or morning for a row around the main deck, keeping each other company and sane on the long journey.

But, on the second day of the fourth week, as you woke and dressed that morning, something felt different, off to the normal air and movement of the ship. Frowning, you made your way to the top side and heard all the noise and ruckus that was going on. You had grown used to all the noise that came with the ship, but there was more of it, frantically yelled orders and every crew member was in a manic rush to and fro, carrying this and dragging that, not even looking or uttering their usual greetings to you.

It frightened the wits out of you.

You quickly found your father in Captain Davis's quarters, both frantic as the crew, but also angry. Angry at each other, something else or both, you couldn't tell, but you knew the look of fear on your father's face, you had seen it only in times of great peril and strife.

“Papa, what's the matter?” You asked, moving forward to rest your hand on his arm, trying to give him some type of reassurance.

He started, feeling your warm touch on his arm, his billowing sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “My petal.” He gasped, blinking as if it was the first time he had ever set eyes on you. “You should go back down to your cabin, Petal. It's not quite safe for you, just now.”

You frowned at him, increasingly concerned. “Why?” You asked, blinking at him and glancing down at the map on the Captain's vast desk.

“My--” He paused and let out a harsh breath through his nose, a clear sign he's annoyed and at a stalemate for what to do and say. “It's nothing to be concerned with, my Petal. The dear Captain believes he saw an...unfriendly...ship on the horizon this morning.”

“Is it a pirate ship?” You let out in a rush, eyes wide with alarm.

“Of course not, Petal.” Your father chuckled, shaking his head at you. “It was flying the colors of a French flag.”

“It's easy enough for a pirate to fly a false flag in place of their own, until they get close enough to fly it, and at that point, it would be too late for us to escape their guns or their attempt to board us.” A man standing on the other side of the desk said, pessimistically.

“Mr. Gray!” Your father roared, slamming his fist down on the desk and causing several small, lead figurines to jump and fall over. “I would request you holding your tongue with such talk in front of my daughter.” He growled, dangerously.

“Bad luck to have a woman aboard, as is.” Mr. Gray continued, ignoring your father and glaring at you with unmasked distaste.

“It seems the only bad luck on this ship, Mr. Gray,” You hissed back, jaw stiff. “is your attitude.”

Your father repressed a snort of proud laughter into his fist, covering it up with a clearing of his throat. “Be it as it may, Mr. Gray. My daughter is on this ship, and if there were anything of luck to be had, it would be with her.” He told the First Mate, but smiled adoringly at you. “You have nothing to fret over, my Petal. All will be well. That French ship was most likely just sailing back to her home port with merchant goods.”

He took your hand from his forearm and escorted you to the open door of the Captain's quarters. “Didn't you start that lovely needle point work, just yesterday?” He inquired, stepping out of the quarters with you and closing the door behind him. “I simply can not wait for you to finish and show it to me, my dearest.” He told you, sounding most interested and desperate to see the finished product.

“I did.” You nodded, still uneasy about the information you received.

“Then, go back down to your cabin and work on finishing it.” He brought you to the doorway of the passage that led down to your cabins. “I'll be down shortly and we'll take our customary round about the deck. How does that sound?” He asked, grinning at you sweetly, too sweetly.

“Of course, Father.” You acquiesced with a soft sigh, you could tell he was overwhelmed with worry and frustration and didn't wish to add to it, so you conceded, bowing your head obediently to him.

“That's a dear girl.” He smiled at you, kissing your forehead, then returned to the Captain's quarters. “So, who do we think it was?” He asked, leaning against the desk and surveying the map, the knocked over figurines having been put back in their places.

“This time of the year?” Mr. Gray replied, stroking his smooth chin. “It could be anybody. Actual French, the Spanish, but more than likely, pirates.”

“Oh, come off it, Richard.” Captain Davis huffed, mopping his sweaty face with his handkerchief.

“I'm serious, Godfrey.” Gray huffed back at him, angered that his word wasn't being trusted. “It's hurricane season in the Caribbean, the Spanish and French, unless on official business wouldn't be sailing out here. We only are because we must get the new Governor and his daughter, to Lockemirth, or we too would be anchored in London Harbor. The only people crazy enough to sail in these waters are those and pirates, that know other ships will be anchored in harbors, or trying to reach harbor before a storm brews in, so they could take advantage of their desperation.”

“It was sailing clear in the other direction, Richard.” Davis answered, shaking his head at his First Mate's paranoia. “That was at first light this morning. If it was a pirate seeking advantage, we would have seen the change of course and reappear in our wake.”

“That was four hours ago.” Thomas replied, pressing his lips together. “They wouldn't have been able to stay in our wake and out of our sight for that long, in fear of losing us.” He explained, trying to be rational with the two of them.

“Sir Thomas is correct, Richard.” Davis agreed, dropping into the chair behind his desk. “They would have been re-spotted in some capacity. They have not been, so it can only be a French ship returning to her port, most likely a head of any storms that might form.” He said, pressing his fingertips to his thumping and sweaty temples. “I have Mr. Michaels on watch duty, he'll tell us if another, or the same ship, is spotted in our wake. So, until then, gentlemen, I recommend not wasting your energy and strength of fretting about it.”

Looking at each other, Sir Thomas and Mr. Gray nodded their heads at the Captain and excused themselves from his quarters, returning to their usual morning places. Your father came down to your cabin and after answering several of your worried questions, the pair of you went up onto the deck and started doing your rounds about it, the crew was in less of rush and panic, now that Mr. Gray had given them orders to ease their distress, greeting you and your father as you passed by them.

The two of you were having lunch together with Captain Davis, when Mr. Gray came barreling into the room, out of breath and only making the smallest apologies for barging in without knocking or ceremony. Captain Davis wiped his mouth and dropped his silk napkin beside his plate with a deep air of irritation, then pushed his chair back and stood.

“What is this about, Mr. Gray?” He demanded, rounding the table to stand face to face with him.

“The ship, sir.” Mr. Gray wheezed, gulping thickly and trying to regain himself. “The French ship has been spotted again, six leagues behind us, Sir.” He informed his Captain, taking a deep gulp of air into his burning lungs.

Captain Davis's head snapped over his shoulder to your father, who was instantly to his feet and going out the door with Davis and Gray. You looked out the large bay window behind the Captain's chair to the endless and sparkling track of ocean and sky, but saw nothing in it, but choppy waves. Jumping to your feet, you rushed out of the room, catching your father's coat tails as he ran up the staircase leading to the upper deck, where the helm was stationed. Captain Davis snatched a folded spy glass from the helmsman, extending it to full length and spied out over the ocean, where Gray was pointing his finger, supposedly where he had seen the ship in question, not moments before.

You watched Davis's stiff shoulders slowly melt, making your anxiety spike, knowing if there was nothing of alarm to be seen, his shoulders would have stayed stiff, but they relaxed, like he was in agreement that there was something trailing behind the ship, and it was nothing good. You looked up as your father looked back at you and saw the same language of Davis's body, in his face.

“There's still no evidence the ship is sailed by pirates.” Davis said, handing his spy glass to your father. “There could be any number of reasons for her to turn back.”

“Why are you acting as if nothing is possibly afoul?” Gray asked, his teeth gritted as he tried to hold his temper with his commanding officer.

Captain Davis did not reply, his unfocused eyes stared off in the direction of the quickly growing black spot, you could now see, on the bright horizon, chewing on his lip as he tried to come up with something to do, some action to take against not only the possibility of the ship being indeed French and either in need of their help or sought to harm them, or if it was a pirate ship sailing under a fake French flag for evil pretenses, such as boarding, plundering and scuttling them.

“Captain!” Gray roared in his face, patience lost. “Orders!”

Davis snapped out of it and his face turned into an expression of hardened steel. “Let out the sails, catch as much of the wind as we can, try to get ahead of them as much as possible, but run out the guns in case we can not!” He snapped, then pushed aside the helmsman manning the ship's wheel.

Gray rushed to the railing overlooking the main deck and shouted the orders down to the crew, who paused for a moment, looking at each other as alarm and the urgency of it set in, then started running around to fulfill the orders. You stood frozen in place, you weren't part of the crew, those orders meant nothing to you in the slightest. So, you knew not what to do with yourself, other than stand there and watch that black spot steadily take the shape of a ship, and a mighty looking ship it was, even at such a distance, you shuddered to think what it would look like even closer still.

Your father clapped shut the spyglass and turned towards you, he looked ashen as your eyes met, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down his own anxiety and fears, getting a handle on his resolve like a hand snapping closed around something valuable. He blindly held the closed spyglass out to the helmsman, who took it, and strode over to you with deep purpose, catching your elbow in his hand and turning you down the stairs.

“Sir Thomas!” Captain Davis yelled out, catching your father's attention. “Take her into my quarters, she should be safe there!” He said and the two men nodded heads at each other and your father helped you down the stairs and into the Captain's quarters.

“Papa?” You huffed as he escorted you inside, then turned on his boot heels and started out again, without a word to you. “Father!” You snapped, annoyed with him, and truly frightened.

“My Petal, fret not! All will settle down.” He told you, stopping in the doorway. “Once we out run that ship.”

“And if we do not?” You asked, brows lifting at him.

“We will.” He replied, sounding as if he was trying to convince both of you of that fact, before going out, closing and locking the quarters behind him.

Huffing and shaking your head at the door, you paced the room, trying to calm your nerves. Your father never lied to you, so if he said the Kilmartin would outrun the ship, then that's what it would do, and when it did that, it would no longer matter if the ship had good or ill deeds as its intentions against your ship, they would be lost behind and likely give up the chase. Sighing, you sat down on a padded bench under the long window at the back of the ship, staring at the ship that grew closer still.

Within the hour, the ship was considerably closer to the Kilmartin, so close, you could see the little dots of crewmen scurrying about the rigging. It did nothing to ease your anxiety and fear, if anything it made it worse, and knew your father had to be feeling the same way. With another hour or two, the ship would no doubt be alongside yours, then the real trouble and anxiety would set in.

What would they do?

What did they want?

All questions that kept circling your mind as you watched the gap between the two ships narrow more and more as time passed.

You hadn't realized you had dozed off, lulled by the rock of the ship, until you heard a loud boom and a splash of water, making you jerk and gasp. Your eyes snapped out the window and a strong dizzy spell made the room spin a full three hundred and sixty degrees, before steadying on the sight of the ship that had been chasing the HMS Kilmartin for the last several hours, you could see the bow of the ship now, clear as day, as well as the ship's figurehead, a lion's head with a rose in its mouth.

The noise that you had heard was the ship firing one of its cannons as a warning shot, an aggressive suggestion to stop trying to run and yield to them. But, you could tell by the pull of the ship, it hadn't let up an ounce of its speed, still trying to outrun them. You watched two more sails drop into place on their masts and knew, in that instant, that the pursers hadn't been using their ship's full strength to overtake the Kilmartin, they had been toying with them, the whole time.

The ship gained considerable speed in only a few minutes, leaning slightly to the starboard as it was maneuvered to pull alongside the Kilmartin. You jumped up onto your feet and looked out the windows to the side of the ship, watching as the ship slid into place beside yours, you could see the open cannon ports and the guns in place, ready and waiting for the ship's captain to give the order to open fire.

The doors to the quarters burst open and you yelped, startled, but sighed, seeing it was just your father. He gave you a half sympathetic smile, but his expression was agitated and frantic, sweat pouring from his brow and his usually immaculate clothing disheveled. He strode over to you, pulling you bodily away from the windows, eyes darting between you and the ship outside them.

“Get away from there.” He snapped, hastily. “It isn't safe.”

“I thought we were to out run them.” You said, gripping his hands in yours.

“So, we thought we would, but it seems these people are not to be underestimated.” He replied, squeezing your trembling hands. “Stay away from the windows, and no matter what you hear and what happens, do not come out of this room, until I come for you. Do you understand me?”

“If you--”

“Do you understand!” He barked, hotly.

You drew away from him, surprised at his temper towards you. “I do.” You replied softly, brows creasing.

“Good.” He nodded, letting go of your hands and left you locked in the Captain's quarters, yet again.

It wasn't twenty minutes later another shot rang out, this time from a musket, instead of a cannon. You weren't sure what ship it had been issued from and weren't sure it even mattered, it wasn't a good sign by and by. Your heart was hammering against your corset strings, there was a battle coming, even you knew that much. You dared to peek out the window again and regretted it, as the guns from both ships opened fire. Yelping, you dropped to the floor and scurried over to the Captain's desk, taking cover underneath it.

There were reports from cannons, muskets and pistols, mixed in with shouts of orders and insults, the screams of the injured and dying, the shattering and splintering groans of wood as cannonballs ripped through both ships. It felt like forever since the battle started, soon joined with the resounding clang of metal as the men from the other ship managed to board the Kilmartin and a battle of swords broke out. This was all the worst case scenarios that your father and the Captain had been trying to avoid since first spotting of the ship that morning and all you could think of was the image of your father laying on the deck bleeding to death or already being dead.

You peeked at the door from over top the desk, not willing to come out of your hiding place, once you heard the sudden and unsettling silence that fell between the ships. Had the crew of the Kilmartin won at defending their ship, or had the other ship won? Maybe, neither ship won and they had all killed each other! What would that mean for you, being the only one still alive? You couldn't sail a ship on your own, even if you knew how to. Did that mean you would be left here to starve or feel the mercy of whatever the sea and weather threw at you. Maybe you would get lucky and another ship would pass by, investigate why two ships were motionless in the middle of the ocean and would save you. Or the ship would be pushed in the direction of some spot of civilization, saving you that way.

But, the more your mind came up with these possible scenarios and questions, the more and more outlandish and infinitely impossible they became.

Sir Thomas, your father, and Captain Davis watched as the ship not only dropped two more sails, but also lowered the French flag it had been flying since it had been spotted that morning.

“Please, not a red one.” Thomas muttered under his breath. “Please, not the red.”

“What's the matter with a red flag?” A deckhand, who had been standing behind him asked.

Thomas half turned to him, lifting a brow at him. “New to a ship, I'm supposing.”

“Aye, sir.” He nodded, looking even more nervous.

“Pirates flags are signals to those the pirates are pursuing.” Thomas replied, pushing his jaw forward. “A black pirate flag means that anyone who surrenders will be allowed to live. But, a red pirate flag means, 'no quarter given'.” He explained, but saw the naive look in the green deckhand's eyes.

“In layman's terms, no matter what, everyone on board will die, despite them surrendering peacefully or not.”

The deckhand's face drained of all color, as the true gravity of the situation struck him, before he bolted for the railing and vomited over the side. Thomas shook his head at the boy, turning back towards the gaining ship, just in time to see the pitch black flag unfurl at the top of the main mast, baring a white skull with a red rose in its mouth, letting out the teeniest amount of tension from Thomas's body. He and Davis exchanged looks with each other, the same thought going through their minds at seeing the black flag, instead of the red one.

A moment later, as the ship pulled alongside the Kilmartin, a musket shot went off, whizzing past Thomas and Davis, and struck the green deckhand between the shoulder blades, knocking him over the railing and into the ocean with a splash. Thomas looked across the small gap between the ships, his eye meeting the eye of the man standing beside its wheel, as he lowered the smoking musket from his shoulder, a smug and unapologetic expression on his face as the crew of the ship lined the railing closet to the Kilmartin, their own weapons loaded and ready for whatever was to come next.

“Surrender now!” the musket wielding man shouted across. “No harm will come to you or your crew!”

Captain Davis took a step forward, resting his hand on one of the handles of the ship's wheel, grasping it so tightly his knuckles turned bone white. “I haven't surrendered to a pirate's demand in the twenty years I've been a Captain.” He hissed, under his breath and between clenched teeth.

“I don't bloody intend to now.”

“Captain, we can not afford to fight these men.” Gray hissed back at him.

“This is His Majesty's Ship and it shall stay that way.” Davis snapped, turning his head to glare at his First Mate. “Pirates be damned!” He roared out loud, turning his venom back to the other ship.

“Fire!” He ordered aloud.

There was a momentary lull, before the firing started, blast after blast of cannon fire from blew the ships' decks and the firing of muskets on deck. Men taking cover between shots to reload their guns, then popping back up again to return fire. The splashes of missed shot and dead bodies falling into the raging sea between the ships, splinters of wood rained down on top of them as balls smashed through railings, masts and hauls. A scurry of men on the pirate ship climbed the rigging with ease, grabbing onto loose lines to swing across the no man's land between the ships and boarded the Kilmartin, pulling their swords and cutlasses, cutting down any poor fellow in their way, before they themselves could pull their metal, and swept through the deck.

The Kilmartin was soon overwhelmed after that, forcing Captain Davis to wave a white flag and surrender to the organized and clever pirates. A gangplank was laid between the bobbing ships, but no one crossed it, instead, a tall and bearded man stepped forward, his hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, he wore a dark brown jerkin over a billowing white shirt and tight leather pant; lifting a brow and tilting his head at the assembly of the remaining Kilmartin crew, before settling his piercing blue gaze on Davis.

“You are the Captain of this ship, I presume?” He asked in a deep voice.

“I am.” Davis replied, not hiding his disgust with the man, whose clothing was stained and spotted with the blood of his men. “Who might you be, then?”

“I'm the Captain of the Crimson Jersey.” He replied, jerking his head towards the other ship.

A low murmur went through the Kilmartin men, their fright became even more profound hearing the name of the ship that had attacked them, side eyeing each other and their captures. The Crimson Jersey was one of the most feared Pirate Ships on the high seas, there was only one other ship feared more than the Crimson Jersey and that was Black Beard's Queen Anne's Revenge, and even Black Beard had a measure of respect for the Captain of the Crimson Jersey. While the Captain of the Crimson Jersey, Henry the Red, rarely left people alive from his attacks on their ships, he was well known for attacking well off ships and taking either people or materials as captives, until a set ransom was met, if the ransom wasn't met, then he would kill the captive or keep the materials to sell to the highest bidder at one of the Pirate Ports.

“We have nothing of value on the ship.” Captain Davis said, narrowing his eyes at the other Captain.

“Then, what is the HMS Kilmartin doing out so far from her beloved port?” Henry the Red asked, lifting a suspicious brow at Davis.

“His Majesty the King has ordered us to sail to Port Royal to retrieve the Governor there and bring him back to London, for personal commendation.” Davis told him, lying easily to the Pirate Captain's face.

“It must be some commendation for him to order it this late in the year, the threat of hurricanes are quite common about this time.” Henry replied, sensing Davis's lie, but his eyes moved to Thomas, noticing his shifty behavior and the way he kept trying to subtly look towards the doors of the Captain's quarters.

“Is there something bothering you?” He asked, stepping closer to Thomas. “Like a secret you know.”

“I know nothing of what you speak.” Thomas replied, glaring back at the man.

“Is that so?” He replied, a knowing smirk on his lips. “Then, you'll have no quarrel with me going to have a look.” He said, striding over to the locked doors of the quarters.

“Don't!” Thomas suddenly shouted, his resolve breaking away to his fear of the pirate finding you inside.

Henry turned back to Thomas and laughed at him, more than sure now there was something of great value inside. Taking a step back, he kicked the doors open with a crash of his big boot and entered. At first, he didn't see anything of value inside the room, but he didn't get deterred easily, especially when there was the prospect of treasure involved. He searched the room and as he neared the desk, saw the hem of a dress underneath it and grinned, knowing now what that treasure really was.

“Well, well.” He cooed, stepping around the back of the desk. “Who do we have here?” He laughed, watching you draw yourself further underneath the desk.

Bending down, he reached underneath the desk and grabbed a hold of your arm, yanking you halfway out before you sank your teeth into his meaty forearm. He hissed as you broke his skin and the copper-y taste of his blood touched your tongue, but his vise-like grip didn't relent, he only gripped you tighter and finished dragging you out of your hiding place.

“Oh, feisty and pretty.” He chuckled, surveying you with an unguarded eye. “I like that.” He smiled, then grunted as you stomped on his foot. “Watch yourself, wench.” He hissed, knotting his hand in the back of your hair and painfully jerking your head back, making your vision swim. “Try such a thing again and you'll lose something precious to you.” He warned, then dragged you out of the quarters.

“Let her go!” Thomas roared, taking a step towards you both, only to be stopped with a punch to the gut.

“Father!” You shrieked, jerking against Henry, only to be yanked backwards against him and his free hand wrapped around your throat.

“Father?” Henry mocked, smiling between you and Thomas. “Is this your dear daughter?”

“Let her go.” Thomas wheezed, straightening himself up. “I'll give you anything you wish, just please let her go.” He begged.

“She's all I have left in this world.”

Henry grinned at your father and turned his face into your hair. “I'm sure you would give me anything in the world to have her back.” He whispered against the skin of your temple. “So, tell me, what is it you're willing to give me for her back?” He asked, looking at your father from the corner of his eye.

Thomas floundered, his heart racing as he held your terrified gaze. “I'm on my way to take my station as Governor of Lockemirth Island, in the Caribbean.” He gasped, trying to get a hold of himself. “That is the purpose of the HMS Kilmartin being at sea. Once there, I will be in command of a very large sum of money and goods, I will give you half of it, for her safety and return.”

Henry pursed his lips and clicked his tongue as he considered the offer, then shook his head. “Three fourths of it.” He demanded, twisting a lock of your loose hair around his finger. “No less, Governor.”

Your father floundered for another moment, before his shoulders dropped and he nodded his head. “Fine.”

“Excellent.” Henry grinned, gripping your arm again and pushing your forward, towards the gangplank bouncing up and down between the ships.

“Wait, no!” You shrieked, turning and trying to get back to your father. “Father!”

“It'll be all right, Petal!” He shouted back, blocked by three of Henry's men.

“You can't!” You protested, pushing back against Henry as he hustled you forward.

“I can and I am.” Henry laughed, grinning at you, then tossed you over his shoulder and stepped onto the gangplank.

“Papa!” You screamed, flailing on Henry's shoulder.

Your father shouted your name back, but it was lost in the wind. The pirates disembarked from the Kilmartin and back onto the Crimson Jersey, careful that the Kilmartin crew didn't try to storm them and try to return the attack, in an attempt to rescue you. Once everyone was onboard, the gangplank was drawn back and the ships were separated.

In no time, the HMS Kilmartin was starting to disappear in the dying light of the horizon.

Henry kicked open the door of his quarters, then kicked it closed again, before setting you down in front of his desk. He crossed to one side of the room, plucking a bottle of dark green glass from a table, uncorked it and poured a brown liquid from inside of it into a goblet, tossing it back and poured himself another.

“You monstrous swine!” You growled at him, sneering at his broad back.

He turned towards you, lifting his glass in salute. “Aye!” He laughed and downed his drink again, before pouring yet another drink. “You'll be kept here, in my quarters, with me.” He informed you, sipping this glass.

“I would rather rot on deck.” You barked at him, upper lip twitching with disgust.

“Oh, that can be arranged, if my lady wishes it.” He chuckled, swirling his drink. “But, I must inform you, pet.” He set his drink down and approached you, pinching your chin between his thumb and index finger and tipped your head back to look up at him. “It's been several months since my men have set a foot on land, so it's been many a month since they've had the pleasure of a woman's warm body.”

You gulped, your stubbornness starting to fail you.

“While I am far more educated and in command of myself, my men are not.” Henry continued, seeing the blooming realization and fear in your eyes. “So, you can take your chances with them, which you will have none, or you can stay in the relative safety of my quarters.” The register of his deep voice lowered. “Here, my men know better than to enter and anything inside is purely mine, under my protection.” He let go of your chin and strode to his door, yanking it open.

“Your choice.”

You stared at him, gulping and biting into your lip, but didn't move from the spot he had dropped you in, seeing the validity and safety of staying where you were at. A smile crept over his lips and he slammed the door shut again, seeing you had made your choice to stay in the safety only he could give you on board. He moved back to the table, pouring a drink into a second goblet and held it out to you, but you didn't move or say a word. He shrugged his shoulders at you and downed it instead, before taking up his first one around to his desk, settling himself in the high backed chair, to do the needed paperwork that came with piracy.

“Sit down.” He ordered you, motioning to a chair beside you. “Now!” He barked, when you didn't move.

Huffing at him, you pulled the chair sideways and dropped down into it, refusing to look at him or acknowledge his presence. None of which bothered him in the slightest, he was content in the quiet privacy of his mind and work, not paying you all much mind, other than making sure you stayed where he told you to be. After sundown, a soft knock sounded at his door and, at Henry's permission, opened to a crew member, who entered with a silver tray laden with food. He set the tray down on his Captain's desk, nodded his obedient head at him and left. Henry picked up one of the plates on the tray, then pushed the tray towards you.

“If you wish to starve, that's on you.” He commented, when you didn't move. “But, don't whine about it later.” He told you, tearing off a chunk of bread and popped it into his mouth.

Rubbing at his eyes in the dim candle light, Henry stacked his papers together and put them in the bottom drawer of his desk, locking it up with a key that hung around his neck, then stood. He toed out of his boots and crossed the room, hanging his sword and pistol on a hook by the door, removed the brown leather jerkin he was wearing over his shirt and hung it up on the same hook, then locked the door with the same key that was around his neck. He turned and regarded you, still sitting, motionless and sulky, on the chair in front of his desk and rolled his eyes.

“The stubbornness of women.” He huffed to himself, going to a set of heavy curtains to one side of the room.

“The ilk of men.” You growled back at him, angry eyes burning holes into his back.

Henry laughed, jerking back the curtains to reveal a bed behind them, then turned around to grin at you. “Something we agree on, pet.” He chuckled, amused, then sighed and reached behind his head, tugging loose the tight leather string that tied his hair back and shook his head, setting free a mop of dark cinnamon curls, that softened his look considerably.

“Lay down.” He ordered, jerking his curly head to the large, curtained bed.

You snorted at him. “No.”

“That wasn't a question, pet.”

“Don't call me that.”

“I'll call you what I want, now lay down.” He barked at you, eyes hardening.

You turned your own hardened eyes towards him, but didn't budge.

Growling deep in his throat, Henry took several long strides towards you, yanked you out of the chair and back over his shoulder, unphased by you beating on his back to be put down, then dropped you, bodily, onto his bed. With you where he wanted you, Henry turned towards the large bay window behind his desk and made himself comfortable on the cushions there, stuffing one of them behind his head, before dozing off.

You laid there, surprised he hadn't tried to force himself on you or the very least crawl into bed beside you. You half expected him to wait until you fell asleep to try something, but his soft snores soon reached you. Biting your lip, you sat up at the edge of the bed and looked over at him, he was laying half propped up, the quarter moon illuminating one side of his face. He wasn't faking, he was actually asleep. Sighing, you laid back again, your mind spinning, trying to work up the nerve to steal that key around his neck and escape. But, where would you go, once you did have the key and the door open? You had a ship full of his men, on an open ocean, where the ship had already put countless miles between you and the Kilmartin.

Perhaps, you could buy your time, until and in hopes, they made port, to wait for your father's word he had the ransom, then steal away, finding safety somewhere in the port until your father and the Crown could rescue you.

“Pirates.” You huffed, then drew the bed curtains closed, not wanting that bloody pirate to be the last face you saw before you managed to fall asleep.

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Have you seen that popular post of tonks going to Remus class after the war and taking teddy with her? cood your write something with that? Please 😃

I sure have anon! I loved this. Some happiness amongst all the angsty asks I have lmao.

I took some mild creative liberties with the conversational abilities of portraits and the timeline is slightlyyyy wobbly. But enjoy

Read my other writing in my masterlist and feel free to drop me a request

Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks

Warnings: none

When Tonks woke up Remus was already gone, her fingers reached around blindly on his side of the bed and found nothing but cold sheets and she groaned. In the year that they had been living at Hogwarts with Remus back teaching again, she had gotten herself into the habit of waking up with him. But Teddy had simply refused to sleep last night so she had been up for hours with him so that Remus could sleep. She opened her eyes and saw there was a steaming mug of tea on the bedside dresser with a little note propped against it and she reached over to grab it.

'My dear Dora,

Don't be mad at me for not waking you, you needed to rest. I checked on Teddy before I left. I have a class of 6th years 3rd period so feel free to come down if you want to. I have a free afternoon too, so tea in Hogsmede?

Yours always, Remus'

She smiled and sat up in bed stretching her arms up above her head with a yawn, grimacing slightly as her arm popped. It was one of the main reasons she still hadn’t gotten back fully into working herself, an injury from the war that still hadn’t recovered. The curse still that had hit her making it seem like it might not ever recover properly. Madam Pomfrey saw her once a week to help with it, but it wasn’t much better really.

She felt quite useless some days. She was desperate to get back into working again. She was never one for just lazing around doing nothing. She had been offered her job back at the ministry when ever she was ready to return to it, a hefty promotion waiting for her too. She still dis small things for the ministry, Kingsley has worked very closely with her and Remus on getting equal rights for Lycanthropes, made wolfsbane much more accessible. But for now she didn’t really mind that much, it meant having plenty of time with Remus and Teddy. Now in terms of work she she just helped out around the school where she could, because they didn't mind if she brought Teddy along with her. Some days she helped out in the hospital wing, her extensive knowledge on healing coming in handy. Other days helped with Minervas homework study groups, helped Remus plan his classes, she kept busy.

Teddy started to fuss and she got out of bed with a roll of her shoulder to try ease the morning pain. She peered into his cot to see him wide eyed and awake. He had Remus’ eyes. Big and brown and beautiful. He looked so much like Remus, she knew the older he got he’d simply be a double of his dad. Minerva was already joking that with them looking so identical now she would resign the day he was old enough to attend Hogwarts. With Remus and Tonks as his parents he was certain to have a mischievous streak in him for certain. It was practically fate.

" my silly boy huh " she said as she saw he’d managed to completely change ends he was sleeping on. She smiled, rolling her eyes with a smile and picked him up. His hair was a vibrant shade of red today, like the phone boxes back in London. His hair was the one of the only thing that seemed to change about him at the moment but he was already starting to control it. He had seemed to have learnt how to change his hair to match who he wanted to be held by when he was particularly grumbly. Which made things particularly difficult if they were staying at the Weasleys. But also quite cute when they would visit Harry and a little scar would appear on his head. She didn't even mind that just lately it would go brown more often than pink because seeing Remus and Teddy together was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Seeing Remus happy was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Because he so often would wake up in the night in a cold sweat as his nightmares replayed all the trauma of the war back to him. But work kept him distracted. And Teddy did. And she did. And though he would never admit it, the fact that he was sole income for the family now kept him motivated too.

She carried him over to her bed and sat down with to feed him, knowing that must be the reason he was fussing. It was quite peaceful sitting there in her room with him, it was raining outside and the rain hitting the window panes was almost melodic. Remus loved the rain and she’d grown to love it as well, sometimes convincing him to go out dancing around in it with her. If she listened closer she could hear the chatter of the children, she glanced at the clock and saw second period would be starting in 5 minutes so they were noisily moving between their classes. Even though there were no classrooms by the teachers wing in the castle, she could still hear them.

When Teddy had had his fill she propped him up on her pillows as she opened up his little wardrobe to get him something to wear. There was a quidditch friendly later on the evening, so she pulled out his little hufflepuff quidditch jumper ready. Molly had knitted it for him and it was an almost perfect replica. Even though Harry had tried to convince her he should be wearing Gryffindor. But even Remus agreed Teddy would be a hufflepuff. Through and through.

" wanna go see daddy teach later, hmm? You like being in his classroom don't you? Mummy does too because daddy looks very handsome in his teaching robes doesn't he? He does " she said as started to get him changed, unhooking his foot that he had shoved into his mouth “ are you going to be a good boy whilst he’s teaching? My good boy huh? “ Teddy gurgled an answer and went back to trying to get his foot into his mouth again.

With a half hour or so to go until his 6th year class she left their quarters and took Teddy down to his second favourite place in the castle. In one of the corridors off the main entrance hall a long row of portraits of those that had been lost in the war had been hung. Including one of Sirius. The first time they had seen it both Remus and Dora had cried only to have had the painted Sirius tell them both to grow a pair. But getting to introduce Teddy to his family was worth it, even if it did still make her emotional to see his face and hear his voice again.

When she reached Sirius frame he wasn't in it and she rolled her eyes knowing exactly where he would be. She walked down a couple more portraits to Fred Weasleys. And there was Sirius. Turns out even painting Sirius and Fred were mischievous and Sirius acted like the marauder he once was around Fred as they tried to play pranks on the others in the hall.

" do you ever actually stay in your frame?" Tonks said with a smile, bouncing Teddy lightly on her hip.

" Tonksie! And my little man! " Teddy started laughing as he heard Sirius voice and made grabby hands towards him. Tonks held him to the frame and Sirius pulled stupid faces at the little boy making him laugh even more. She wished Sirius was still around to truly play with Teddy. To make him laugh and turn him into the little prankster she knew he would grow up to be. But a portrait would all she was going to get nowadays. So she took what she could get " where's moons? Teaching? "

" yeah. We're going to see him now. Arent we Ted? Gonna see daddy? “ Teddy’s hair shifted brown at the mention of his dad and with a slight worry he would start crying and disturb classes, she said a quick goodbye to Sirius and made her way down to Remus’ classroom. She was a little early but Remus tended to let his class go early if he knew she was coming down.

And as exactly as she had suspected he had let his 3rd years go early when she arrived and they were piling out of the room. They all smiled as they saw her, all of Remus’ students knowing who she was.

" morning Mrs Lupin! "

" hi Ted! Hi Mrs Lupin! "

" good morning Mrs Lupin, oh hiyya Teddy! " some of the children greeted her as they left the classroom and she smiled at them all eagerly still just loving the sound of ' Mrs Lupin ' as she stepped into the classroom Remus had his back to her, tidying something on his desk and she snuck up behind him, wrapping her free arm around his waist.

" hi " she said softly and stood up on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. He turned in her embrace immediately, a smile gracing his faces the sight of his family. He leant down to kiss her only to be disturbed by Teddy yanking on his hair.

" oh I'm sorry, does someone feel left out? " Dora said with a laugh and handed him over to Remus who kissed his nose and both his chubby cheeks.

" kisses for both my favourite people " he held the baby boy up in the air and playfully tried to bite at his little feet making Teddy squeal in delight. Remus was well and truly in his element as a father. He had taken to the role so well and it warmed Doras heart watching them together. He may have had a rocky start. But he was more than making up for it now. He doted on his son, spoilt him completely rotten and showed him all the love and affection she’d known he’d had in him from the start.

Teddy soon became disinterested and far more interested in the model of some small creature on his desk. Remus handed it to him and sat him down on the floor as he gurgled to himself, inspecting the skull as if it was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen.

“ did you catch up on your sleep? “ Remus asked turning to Dora then as she watched Teddy with a smile “ you look tired darling “ he pulled her into, his hands on her waist. She gave a small shrug and looked up at him. His face was mildly concerned. He always worried too much. Always.

“ a bit “

“ you should’ve stayed in bed. Gotten some more rest “

" I’m fine Remus. Honestly. Besides. I like watching you teach " she said with a smile and hopped up to sit on his desk after a look towards Teddy. He was still babbling to himself as he investigated the small skull, still insanely amused by it.

" people aren't allowed to sit on my desk you know " Remus said and moved to stand in front of her, his hand reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear.

“ if I recall we’ve done much more than sit on this desk Mr Lupin “ his cheeks flushed and she couldn’t help the giant grin on her face. After all the time since they’d first met she could still get him flustered. She loved it.

" you're a tease you know that? " he murmured and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

" I'm well aware. But you married me didn't you? You signed up for it " he smiled and she brushed her lips against his with an smile to match his. Though he’d barely kissed her for a second when there was the sound of children in the corridor, his next class arriving. Dora gave a small sigh and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before hopping off of the desk and picking up Teddy.

“ you’ll stay? “ Remus asked, straightening up his desk and pulling her back in gently before she could go “ it’s mostly just a study lesson, you won’t be a bother darling “ how could she say no to him when he was looking at her like that? He made her melt. She gave a nod and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before retreating to the back of the classroom so she and Teddy wouldn’t get in the way “ in you come class! “ the children piled in, some stopping briefly to talk to Tonks and Teddy before finding their seats.

She’d attended so many of his classes by now and she’d never seen any children really misbehave. They all seemed to love him, all listening with pure interest in everything he had to say. And maybe it was his parental instinct, but he was practically a father to some of them. They went to him for advice, just to talk, some of the more quiet students would even seek him out at lunch break so they didn’t have to eat alone. There were the odd few that were still coming to terms with the new easing of laws regarding werewolves, having grown up around people always saying they were bad. But everyone quickly grew to love him.

Just like she’d said they would.

He’d been a little hesitant to take on his old job after the war and had declined twice before finally accepting. She’d had the joy of watching him flourish after returning to work, he was truly in his element. He was happier. More confident than ever. And she loved him even more for it.

Teddy remained quite as Remus started teaching, always looking at his father almost in awe. He only became a little restless when Remus set the students off to do their own working, a quiet chatter filling the classroom.

“ Mrs Lupin? “ Tonks turned her head as she heard her name and smiled as Ravenclaw girl looked at her expectantly “ could you give me a hand with this one? “ she happily walked over to the girls desk, crouching down to help her with her questions on the behaviours of Pukwudgies. Teddy continued to wiggle around as she tried to help the student so placed him down to sit by her feet.

She had only taken her eyes off of him for a few moments , but Teddy took his chance and wiggled out of his mothers grasp and crawled away to sit at Remus foot who was stood a few desks away helping a student himself.

" oh- Teddy " Dora hissed and went to snatch her child back to their place in the back of the classroom. But Remus simply bent down and picked Teddy, not even stopping his explanation to his student , and placed him on his hip which made Teddy clap his chubby little hands excitedly. Tonks finished helping the girl before hurrying over to Remus, ready to relieve him of their son. But Remus declined with a smile.

“ it’s okay. Have a break. He’s fine sweetheart “

He held him for the rest of the lesson , even when he brought the classes attention back to the front for the final part of his lecture. He held Teddy in his arm and acted as if it was a perfectly normal thing to teach about the life expectancies of dark creatures with a small child on your hip. None of the students seemed fazed by it either and Dora sat at the back of classroom with a smile so wide it hurt her cheeks. Nothing would ever come close to the sight of Remus happy. So at ease with being a father now, so at ease back in front of classroom. Helping. Teaching. Shaping small futures as he has always dreamt of doing.

And of course the cherry on top. His family. Something he had never thought he could have. He was finally living the life she’d wanted him to have since that first meeting back when she joined the Order. The war was over. He had lived most of his life in war. And now he was finally free. Free with her. And their son.

[suzulol]

A silly prompt i came up with while drunk + drunk writing

Pairing: Vincent x gn!Reader

Warning: violence (sorta)

You ran,you dont know where your going you just ran far far away from those twins you've seen what they done what they've done to the people who came before you,you have no idea where your friends are you're too scared to know

As soon as you stopped to catch your breath you saw a cinema just right ahead of you,you decided to go in and hide for a moment you tried to find a good hiding spot then you heard noises more like...moans..? You tried to find where the sound is coming from as you were too busy trying to find the source of the noise bo was already in the building trying finding you with his shotgun loaded and ready to fire.

He saw you at the 3rd row seat..just standing still he was confused werent you just running away from him? "having fun hah." you spoke up which caught bo off guard were you talking to him? We're there other people there??? He was confused then two people stood up where you were standing "hey..babe its uh.. " the guy spoke up

Huh thats their lover i guess honestly bo doesn't know why he hasn't shot the three of you guys yet "zip it....i was running for my life and was trying to find you and the others and i see you swallowing some girl that we picked up just seconds ago???" you tried holding your tears in while looking down you were filled with hatred,anger,and sorrow all at the same time "hey its not what it looks like alright?" he said while slowly approaching you unaware that bo is still in the same building as you guys,as soon as those words left his lips you snapped

Kicked him in the stomach making him fall down to the ground the girl gasped as he fell down,you tried to search for smth and you got your hands on a shovel you glanced back at your "ex-boyfriend" groaning in pain at the floor,without hesitation you buried the shovel to his neck to end his suffering with a few more stabs to the head you gazed at the girl half naked before pondering her to bits blood gushing out of her body the sight fills you with satisfaction

bo had to process what in the flying fuck just happened you did that??? while bo was still loading vincent was there the whole time as well seeing you beat the absolute shit out of your ex-boyfriend bo turned around and jumped when he saw Vincent out of nowhere

"JESUS,god dont do that." he gave bo a head tilt,he was even doing anything. The twins attention came back to you after you sat on the ground probably came back to your senses you look devastating blood all over your face you were unaware when bo approached and nudged you with the handle of his shotgun you looked at him lookin almost dead inside "damn, never knew a lil' fella can handle so much damage,hey Vincent what do you think we should do with em' ?" bo didn't got the response he needed from Vincent then he chuckles under his breath you gazed at him confused "yea your right" before you knew bo knocked you out with the shotgun handle bo walks away and passes by Vincent,he stops his tracks "well do whatever you want with em' " then walked away.

Vincent approached your unconscious body examining every each of it before carrying you Vincent has grown fond of you since the minute he saw you walked in Ambrose hkw nice you were even complicated his work but not only his work but him too. now he has you on his arms peacefully resting but he knows as soon as you wake up you'll try to leave Ambrose. Leave him behind. But he wont let that happen

He'll do anything in his powers to make you stay and fall in love with him, even if it means locking you up in the basement.

Wooooooooooohjjkj vinnyyyyyyy oml his the only one that was in my mind while drunk lmao this shit went from serious to bo getting scared of Vincent because he didn't know he was there, warning this is cringe

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Chapter 3: Suggestions

A/n: so this is the first text chapter of RBTL! its been a while since ive written in 3rd pov but hehe there it is. hope you guys are liking the series so far! i start school back up on monday and im so not excited lol. anyway. Tag List is Open <3

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Warnings: Cursing

WC: 621

Summary: True love has never come easy; life makes sure of that. From unrequited love to missed timing, does anyone have any hope at finding success- let alone pass History at the same time? All these questions leave young people wondering….will they still love me in the morning?

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Impatient college students eagerly flooded out of the classroom like ants fleeing from water. After a quick moment, only two young persons were left. The boy, Changmin, in the back- slowly packed up his things all the while keeping a timid eye on the girl four rows ahead of him. In his mind, he was attempting to work up the courage to maybe say ‘hi’.

Eventually, he knew he would settle for possibly falling into step with her on the way to his next class before the two inevitably parted ways- only one missing the other’s presence.

Y/n, the girl, was oblivious to the fact that she even crossed the mind of the tall slender boy behind her. Instead, she was focused on quickly packing her things. She thought maybe if she moved fast enough, she might escape the hawk-like eyes of her history professor. There was no desire to get to her next class any quicker. She just hoped to elude any conversation regarding her lack of academic advancement in his class. However, this was not so. 

“Ms. L/n, would you mind staying back?”

The sound of Professor Jeong’s gruff voice resonated throughout the classroom- bouncing off the walls. The heads of both students shot up, surprised by the statement. Y/n sighed, knowing exactly what was coming.

Curious, Changmin fiddled with his textbook. His fingers flipped through the pages as if trying to find a specific section, but really his ears were alert and listening to the gentle sounds of Y/n’s footsteps across the classroom’s floor.

Anxiously Y/n stood before the tenured professor and dread filled every inch of her as he leaned on the edge of his desk. “Y/n, you are a smart girl,” She almost scoffed at the most used line from a teacher’s playbook. “It’s only been a month but somehow you are at the bottom of my class.”

The back of Y/’n’s neck felt itchy and her ears grew hot. It wasn’t like she was trying to fail History. In every lecture she was attentive and took notes. When it came to applying the knowledge she just fell short. 

“If you don’t find some way to raise your grade by the end of the semester it will tank your grade point average.” Professor Jeong gave the girl a look of sympathy. He had read her file a few days ago. Despite what Y/n thought, the teacher actually cared about how she was doing. Though he wouldn’t say out loud, he knew that if the girl’s GPA took a major hit that the university would take away her scholarship and she might have to leave. 

Y/n nodded, picking at some loose plastic on the edge of her binder. “I understand,” She said looking her teacher in the eyes. He gave her a small smile. It was the determination behind her eyes that honestly made Professor Jeong fond of the girl. “I’ll do better. I’ll figure something out.”

“I know how it sounds- but a tutor might actually help. I know when I was your age I was always looking for some extra cash. One of your fellow students might be of use to you.” 

At the professor’s suggestion something sparked in Changmin’s brain. He stopped listening to the conversation and tossed his bag over his shoulder. Neither Y/n nor Professor Jeong noticed as Changmin exited the classroom. 

Hopeful thoughts bounced around in the boy’s mind. What if he tutored Y/n? He had a perfect grade in all of his classes including History. If he offered his help it might allow the two to grow closer. There was just one problem. 

There was absolutely no way Changmin would ever have the nerve to talk to Y/n. 

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Sirius Black x daughter!reader

Summary: You were content with your life, living with your cousin while the whereabouts of your father, Sirius Black, and his wellbeing remained unknown after escaping . But that all changed when you had to move into 12 Grimmauld Place for the summer. The worst part of it all? He was there too. (Wow I suck at summaries)

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Warnings: angst, shitty father-daughter relationship, mentions of abandonment, tell me if there are any others 

A/N: Yes, I know I changed the timeline up a bit to fit the fic. Please don’t be the asshole that points it out. I had to adjust it slightly for the plot. My heart broke writing this but it was too good an idea to pass up. I abandoned writing all my other fics for this. And all I can say to you is I’m sorry.

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All those years, you’ve felt lonely. The Tonks were a wonderful family, raising you as one of their own. But there was always an empty feeling, a missing spot in your life that only your father could fill. If he’d come to you after he had escaped from Azkaban with an explanation, you would’ve welcomed him into your life with open arms. Therefore, when you found out he’d escaped and had been in contact with Harry all this time, not even bothering to check up on you once and the fact that you had to go live with this said person for the rest of your summer, away from your family, you went livid. You’d trashed your room; lamps broken, chairs and desks overturned, all your books had caught fire from not being able to keep your emotions, hence magic, in check.

But Aunt Dro and Dora had reassured you that it’d be fine, Dora even promised to stop by every day to check up on you without fail.

“It’s for your safety,” Uncle Teddy had said as they dropped you off.

You loved him, of course you did, he was your father. Though you had no fond memories of him, he seemed like the person you would get along greatly with. You’d heard a lot about his days at Hogwarts from your aunt. You were very much like him; just as reckless, having a knack for pranks (though people usually took it as a form of bullying or you being mean only because you were a Slytherin, even if your pranks were not as bad as those executed by the Weasley twins), and just as hot-tempered if not more. That’s why everyone should’ve this coming. It had started off as a normal day, waking up and having breakfast before getting to cleaning the grim place you were currently living in. All the house’s occupants were in one of the unkept rooms, getting rid of objects, which you thought had to be filled with dark magic.

You didn’t know when it happened; when the argument broke out. Ginny and Hermione were only asking you about your life all these years with the Tonks. Everyone should’ve seen it coming but no one had any inkling that it would escalate to this.

“You left me! You left to get revenge, without thinking for a second what would happen to me. And you came back for revenge, to protect your godson. That was enough motivation for you to leave that prison after 13 years, the rat’s picture and his safety. I wasn’t a good enough excuse to have escaped years ago, the thought of me, alone, wasn’t enough for you. I was never enough, was I!?”

Your words echoed through the silence of the house, everyone still, dumbfounded. Not even the portrait of your grandmother made a sound. The impact of your words far too great.

You knew he had escaped, but you never met. Not until this summer when you were forced to move into your ancestors’ house. He hadn’t come looking for you back in your 3rd year - he had come looking for him. The boy with the lightning scar marking his forehead from the night you lost your chance at having a life with your father. The boy who wasn’t here, for his own protection. The boy everyone seemed to drop everything for and for some that included their own daughter.

You don’t know when the argument had broken out and escalated this far, no one saw it coming. The previous playful atmosphere that hung in the air disappeared, replaced by an ambience that reeked of agony and anguish.

You, a Slytherin, a disappointment in his eyes. But truly, he was the disappointment. He left you all alone in this horrid world with no one.

“You had Remus.”

“Right,” you scoffed folding your arms across your chest, “I had a godfather who decided he couldn’t take care of me and abandoned me, not even bothering to keep in contact.”

Remus visibly flinched at the pure venom directed towards him through your words.

“That’s not my fault. I wasn’t here, what could I have done?” Sirius spoke back frustrated, throwing his hand up in the air.

“That’s the thing, you weren’t there. But it’s always James and Harry isn’t it? Harry and James,” you said defeatedly. Your shoulders slumped down as you looked down to the ground, trying to hide your tears from the rest who were staring at you, astonished but with pity. You quickly spun around on your heel and walked away, heading towards your room in this dark, repulsive house, a house that in another life you would’ve called your home.

And no one came after you.

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That was two weeks ago, and things hadn’t gotten any better. You would stay in your room when you weren’t helping Mrs. Weasley out with the cleaning. You’d sit with everyone for meals, but a tense air would surround you every time you were in the same room as your father. He hadn’t made any move towards reconciling with you, towards having a relationship with his only child. After all that you’d said that day, you really thought he would. But you were left disappointed once again.

Just when you’d thought things couldn’t get worse, Harry had arrived a few days ago. You didn’t have anything against the boy, but watching your father dote over him every second of every day hurt you more than you cared to admit.

It was currently dinner time. You were sitting next to Dora who was changing her face to sport a pig’s snout upon Ginny’s request. You found it funny, you did, but you had no energy to laugh or even muster up a smile. You felt drained. The past few days made you feel like you were suffocating in this dreadful place. Your throat felt like it was constantly constricted, refusing to let air fill up your lungs, refusing to let you breathe and let go of the heavy weight that seemed to have made its home on your chest.

“You know, I thought the first thing you’d when you got here was ask about Voldemort.”

Your father’s conversation with Harry suddenly piqued your interest. The name caused a chill to run down through everyone’s spine.

“I did!” exclaimed Harry, “but everyone said we’re not allowed in the Order. That we’re too young.”

“You are too young,” reprimanded Mrs. Weasley.

“He’s been trapped in that Muggle house for over a month! He has the right to receive answers about his questions.”

That brought about an uproar from the rest of the kids.

“Harry’s not even of age!”

“Why does he get his questions answered!?”

~“That is up to your parents.”~

“But we’re of age!”

“Harry will tell me and Hermione everything anyway!”

You stayed silent through it all knowing anything you said wouldn’t change the minds of the adults in the room. There was nothing that you could contribute that would work in your favour.

After a row between Sirius and Mrs. Weasley (in which some out-of-line things were mentioned), it was finally decided that Ron, Hermione, Fred and George would stay as Harry got to know what had been happening. Ginny, on the other hand, was to go upstairs. Though she did not go without a fight - blazing and fuming, she reluctantly made her way to her room.

“Y/N, you too. Go upstairs,” said Remus.

“I’m not going anywhere. If they can stay so can I,” you said, looking up from your uneaten dessert.

Sirius looked away from Harry towards you, appearing to just realize you were in the room as well.

“Moony’s right. Go upstairs, Y/N,” he told you.

You stayed in your seat, going back to picking at your unappetizing dessert. Your silence and staying put began to tick Sirius off.

“Y/N, I told you something,” said Sirius, trying to keep his temper in check.

“I know, I heard you.”

The silence carried on. You stayed planted on your seat, refusing to move an inch.

“Y/N Black, you are still underage, and I am your father. So upstairs, now.”

You huffed, slamming your fork down on the table as you stood up abruptly. The chair scraped back and fell onto the floor from your sudden action.

“Fine,” you said through your gritted teeth, looking directly into your father’s eyes; eyes so alike yours. Sirius felt like he had actually been scorched by the fire burning in your eyes, contradicting the sickly-sweet smile you shot at him before storming out of the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

You made your way towards the room that was temporarily yours; one that could’ve been your room if only… You shook your head trying not to dwell on such thoughts.

You were done.

Your trunk slammed against the stairs as you dragged it down, waking up Walburga Black’s portrait, screaming at everyone:

“Half-breeds, mudbloods, and blood-traitors in my house! If I was alive-,” you tuned her shouts out.

“Y/N, dear. What are you doing?”

“What I should have done a while ago,” you replied, looking up to see Mrs. Weasley, who had just escorted Ginny up to her room, peering over the banister.

You walked towards the front door through the unlit hallway, a migraine forming from the shrieks of your biological grandmother and the screeching of your trunk dragging across the floor.

You opened the door, stepping out into the summer night. The quiet took over as soon as you shut the door behind you. Your throat finally let up and expanded as you breathed in the cool summer night air, allowing your lungs to fill with large volumes of air; air that you had been gasping for the past few weeks. The heavy weight on your chest dissipated, making you feel lighter than you had ever felt; as if you could walk on clouds.

A loud ‘pop’ sounded through the empty street a few seconds after you’d raised your wand out in front of you.

You climbed onto the bus, not once looking back at the house that no one around could see, except you.

Not even when you heard a voice call out into the empty street as you disappeared along with the Knight Bus with a ‘pop’.

“Y/N!”

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