#maybe it was just my mother burning me severely as a child

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⚸ Todoroki Shouto / Fem Reader

Note; We all want to see jealous Shoto…… well maybe just me but here it is regardless.

⚸ Everyone in this is aged up/18+.

Shouto could do it.

It’d be no skin off his back to linger patiently until you sauntered off to the restroom and ambush you on the way back. To tug on your wrist and drag you into his Father’s bedroom. To fuck you into the sheets of his pristinely made bed until your voice cracks as you cry out his name and his only.

If he could just —

A small, chubby hand suddenly smacks roughly against his cheek and it jerks him from of his mind, piercing the veil of the severe glare he was aiming at Endeavor. Shouto peers down at the 8 month old baby taking up space in his lap. His son, Yuto, babbles, letting out a high pitched nonsensical coo and grins up at him with eerily similar mismatched eyes.

Shouto smiles softly, the resulting warmth unfurling in his chest takes the edge off the bitter jealousy prodding at his rib cage.

The three of you had come to the Todoroki household that evening to have “family dinner” per Fuyumi’s request. Which was more begging than anything else if he’s honest.

Shouto had agreed because well — he’s trying. Trying to be civil with his Father and because somehow his sister had convinced Touya of all people to be there. So sue him if he wanted to see his brother.

And now that Shouto’s a dad to a beautiful baby boy who sports snow white hair and chubby little cheeks and freakishly reminds him of his eldest brother, he doesn’t want any turmoil to ruin Yuto’s childhood.

But of course, his bastard of a Father crawls under his skin just the right way and gets his blood burning with an all too familiar righteous fury.

Endeavor is currently speaking with you across the room as he flips through a binder filled with old baby pictures of Shouto and his siblings that he’s positive his Mother must have taken.

The way Endeavor is looking at you makes Shouto’s stomach sour. He’s never seen the old man’s gaze so tender, never witnessed that gentle expression on his face, and when Endeavor touches your arm Shouto forces his attention back on his baby because if he keeps looking he may very well explode.

Someone sits down heavily on the couch beside him, jostling Shouto and then Yuto is squealing delightedly, clapping his hands and reaching out towards the person next to him. He already knows who it is before the other man speaks.

“Jealous, baby brother?”

Shouto exhales a cloud of steam before shifting his body to glare at Touya.

“Why would I be jealous?”

Touya shrugs nonchalantly.

“Seems as if our dear old dad is chattin’ up your pretty little wife.” Touya grins like the Cheshire Cat, lifting his eyebrows in amusement.

Shouto fights the itch to wrestle him off the couch and freeze him to the ground, but he can’t very well do that with a baby in his lap.

“Father is not flirting with my wife. She wouldn’t entertain behavior like that anyways.” Shouto sniffs, glancing at you then back at his brother.

Shouto watches Touya’s turquoise eyes brighten like the sun when Yuto huffs restlessly and reaches for him again. He easily hands the little chunk over to his uncle. His brother hums happily and reclines against the couch’s backrest so Yuto can rest on his chest, the baby wrapping his tiny arms around the other’s neck and laying his head on his shoulder with a content sigh.

“Ya know, if it were me, I’d go over there and remind that dickpunch who she belongs to. Not that you’d ever do that, right golden child?”

Shouto rolls his eyes so hard he fears they may get stuck in his skull.

“No, because I’m not a lunatic like you Touya-nii.”

“Sure sure, whatever you say otouto.”

Shouto mulls it over and is beside himself when he finds his thoughts circling back to the previous images of you facedown in Edeavor’s bed.

Is Touya actually making sense??

He shakes his head to get rid of the disturbing idea that Touya could be right and convinces himself that he has more self restraint than that.

Yet as he listens to Touya cooing sweetly at Yuto beside him and he peaks at where you’re otherwise happily engaged in conversation with his Father, the muscle in his jaw ticks once he clenches it.

He’s not so sure his brother is crazy after all.

Shouto doesn’t have to wait long before you excuse yourself and venture to the restroom.

He makes up his mind that second, not caring the slightest bit about any untold consequences his plan could bring and implores his brother to watch his son.

After receiving an infuriatingly smug smirk in lieu of an answer Shouto slips away to wait just behind the door frame of Endeavor’s room. The bathroom is just down the hall and Shouto’s heart beat begins to thunder when he hears the door open.

Your footsteps are hushed as you stride across the hardwood flooring, blissfully ignorant to your husband hiding a few inches out of sight and Shouto sees his opportunity when you pass by.

His hand darts out to circle your wrist and then he’s wrenching you into the bedroom.

“Shouto!” Your startled gasp is muffled by Shouto’s palm covering your mouth. Your eyes go wide, pupils tracking over his face in confusion and thinly veiled irritation once he releases you completely. “What the fuck are you doing? Where is our son?”

“He’s with Touya, and I pulled you in here because you were speaking to my Father.”

Your brows furrow but you let out a breath of relief knowing Yuto is in semi decent hands. You level him with a scowl.

“That’s why you pulled me in here and scared the hell out of me?? I talk to him all the time!” You throw your hands up in the air.

“I am aware, but I couldn’t stand the way he was looking at you.”

“It was no different than how he usually looks at me Sho.”

“Yes it was!”

Your lips part in shock when Shouto’s voice raises, an edge of frustration laced in it. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’ve heard Shouto yell.

You regard him carefully, resting a hand gingerly on his bicep and you take a step towards him until you’re invading his personal bubble.

“Are you alright Shouto?” You study him as his face pinches, eyebrows knitting together and then he’s framing your cheeks with large palms. His right hand is significantly colder than the other.

“Endeavor has taken everything precious away from me for my entire life, but you — you’re mine. He can never have you and I’ll never allow him to hurt Yuto.”

That freezes you in your tracks. You hadn’t been aware Shouto was struggling with an insecurity that major.

Endeavor had been more friendly recently, sure, but it mainly began when Yuto was born. You’re pretty convinced he’s the reason why Enji has softened up as of late, but you’re not about to tell Shouto the way he feels isn’t valid.

You reach up and grip his wrists reassuringly and Shouto bends down to rest his forehead on yours.

“Shouto, listen to me. Your Father will not ever come anywhere close to remotely important in my life. I tolerate him for you. For your sister. For the rest of your family and our son. I love you, more than anything.”

Your husband’s eyes flutter closed and a rosy pink blooms over his cheek bones and the bridge of his nose. He reopens them only for you to find adoration and gratitude staring back.

“I love you too.” Shouto brushes a sweet kiss over the tip of your nose and a thought suddenly occurs to you.

“Sho, was the only reason you dragged me in here to talk about what was bothering you?”

Shouto hesitates.

“No, it wasn’t the only reason.”

You arch an eyebrow.

“Care to share with the rest of the class?”

Shouto smirks coyly then, stepping away and turning to shut and lock the bedroom door.

In a heart beat you’ve been shoved onto the bed and dragged to the edge until your ass hangs off. The soft dress you’re wearing pushed up to bunch around your waist and then Shouto’s peeling your panties down your legs and dropping them carelessly to the side.

He sinks to his knees and you grab fistfuls of his short shaggy hair, squeaking when he runs his tongue between your pussy lips to part them. His playful tongue circles your clit and your breath stutters in your throat as you try to swallow your moans.

Shouto pauses, reminding you to hush before he eats your pussy with the intent to get you drooling. He sucks your clit between his lips a few times, coaxing a low whine from your throat and then he’s manhandling you until he’s shoving your face in the sheets and hauling your ass in the air.

He positions himself to stand at the edge of the bed and undoes his jeans with deft fingers. He hooks his thumbs in his waistband and yanks them down along with his briefs just so his achy cock can bob free.

A thrill zips down your spine, stomach clenching when the blunt tip of Shouto’s cock teases between your lips and catches when you wiggle your hips.

Shouto’s stills, his soft huffing dancing in your ears and you gnaw at your lower lip in anticipation of the toe curling stretch.

“Okay baby?”

“I’m okay Sho, please move.”

That solidifies Shouto’s resolve and then he’s pressing in in in, letting his cock fill out your tight pussy and pushing prickles of pleasure out to the tips of your fingers.

You moan simultaneously when he bottoms out and then he’s pawing at the squishy flesh of your hips, snapping his own viciously and inching you across the sheets with each movement.

You start losing control of the volume of your cries and you turn your face into the blanket with white knuckles as Shouto continues to yank you back to meet his thrusts. The obscene sound of your skin meeting continuously is all that remains in the background.

Aware that you have a time limit to this quickie, your husband gets the memo and bends forward to press on your lower back until he can get the perfect angle to strike your g-spot. He feels borderline desperate to make you cum on his cock.

Your orgasm swells ominously behind your navel and you warn Shouto through hushed stutters and breathy moans.

Shouto’s possessive urge to claim you returns with vehemence, rushing up his spine and muddling his thoughts. Suddenly he can’t help the way he’s threading his fingers through your hair, fisting it and tilting your head back in a brutal bend. Shouto’s voice rumbles in his chest.

“Whose pussy is this baby?”

You wheeze, trying to keep quiet still.

“Your pussy Shouto, it’s yours!” Your scalp aches with a dull throb and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“That’s fucking right baby, and whose wife are you?” His cock twitches violently as edges closer to his release.

“Fuck! M’your wife Sho, yours!” A few tears slip down your cheeks and your pussy flutters rhythmically, mind blanking on the fact that you’re supposed to be silent.

“You’re my fucking wife, don’t ever forget it.”

The heady rasp of Shouto’s voice unravels the knot in your belly and then you’re cumming. Your pussy suffocates his cock and Shouto’s hearing goes fuzzy, toes curling in his socks with the force of his own orgasm.

Your chest heaves with the attempt to catch your breath, a thin layer of sweat beading on your forehead. Shouto smoothes his hands over the soft skin of your lower back before pulling his cock free. You wince slightly, dreading the soreness you’ll be saddled with later.

“Stay here.”

You nod to yourself, gathering your wits about you and Shouto appears with a damp towel to clean you enough to be comfortable.

It only takes a moment for you both to readjust yourselves. You’re both flushed pink and your dress is wrinkled when you pull it down and try to smooth it out.

To Shouto’s delight, the fact that your underwear is still lying on Endeavor’s floor slips your mind. You plant a chaste kiss on Shouto’s lips, whispering about how your absence must be noticeable by now and everyone must know what you were doing but Shouto doesn’t hear you.

You shuffle out of the doorway, fixing your hair to the best of your ability but Shouto stays rooted to the spot.

He doesn’t second guess his decision as he scoops up your panties and shoves them under his Father’s pillow to discover later. A reminder that you love Shouto so much you’re willing to be fucked in Endeavor’s bed just because he asked you to.

When he returns to the living room he notices you speaking with Fuyumi. He turns to Touya and the man trails his eyes up and down Shouto’s disheveled appearance, shooting Shouto a knowing smirk. It seems his brother hasn’t moved an inch since he disappeared, content to snuggle the baby snoozing peacefully in his arms.

Later, once he’s ushered the three of you home, Shouto’s phone rings with a call from Touya. When he answers his brother is already laughing hysterically and recounting the furious way their Father had banged around his room once he unearthed Shouto’s present.

Shouto snickers along with him without an ounce of remorse.

[klausysworld]

Hey hope you’re days going well, I just wanted to make a request that I thought abt last night. I wanted to ask if you could do smt where the reader is sleeping in the next room and she woke up from a nightmare all freaked out so she sliped beside klaus and he was telling her that she was safe and that she is a good girl, just smt all sweet and safe but maybe if you can fit it in a little smut to calm reader down 😮‍💨

Let me protect you

I woke with a gasp as the rush of adrenaline shook me out of my nightmare. My heart raced and my skin felt burning hot as I sat up and pushed the covers off me. I took ragged breathes as tears fell down my face.

Hesitantly I got out of bed, my legs felt weak and shaky as I stood and I went straight for the light switch. I wiped my eyes and cheeks as I looked around to make sure I was alone and my dream was just a dream.

I crawled back into bed and sat down for a moment before pulling my knees to my chest and covering my mouth with my hands.

The nightmares had been here every night since the incident. Turns out life with the Mikaelsons isn’t that great. Id come with Hayley to New Orleans when she thought she’d found her pack and ended up getting close with Klaus, Rebekah and Elijah. Unfortunately that came with a target over my head and resulted in a kidnapping.

I had assured everyone that I was fine and I’d rather just move on from it and so everyone agreed to drop it. Everyone except Klaus. He had tried to talk to me about it a few times since but I brushed him off which ended up making him feel bad and distance himself from me.

I felt bad for pushing him away, it wasn’t his fault it happened and I knew he blamed himself but I didn’t want to tell him what had happened while I was taken, I wasn’t ready. But that didn’t stop the memories from haunting my mind.

And as much as I didn’t want to go make a fuss about it, at the same time I just needed someone to hold me or tell me it was okay.

Hayley was at the bayou for the night and so Klaus was the next person I would go to. Even though we weren’t talking as much recently, I knew if I went to him, he would never turn me away.

So I went to his door and knocked lightly but he didn’t answer. I felt like a nervous child going to their mothers room to wake them up.

Which much reluctance, I opened his door and looked inside. The duvet only went up to his waist exposing his bare upper body. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted as he breathed slowly.

I quietly shut the door behind me and made my way to his bed. I faltered in my step when the floor creaked and I thought I’d woken him but he didn’t move so I lifted the covers and got in beside him.

I silently tried to lay down without rustling the covers. I turned to lay on my side and face the opposite direction to him as I put my head on one of his pillows.

My legs curled up so I lay in the fetal position. I let out a sigh as I stared at the painting that hung on the wall in-front of me.

It felt like I laid there for hours before Klaus’s body rolled over and his arm went around me. I stiffened at the feeling and slowly turned my head to see if he was awake but he was still out.

I managed to turn in his hold as he pulled me closer. I could feel my face getting hotter as I was held against his chest. Hesitantly, I nuzzled a little closer and allowed myself to take comfort in his touch.

Several moments later I heard him mumble something before his hand pet my hair lightly and he shifted to sit up slightly.

“Y/n?” He rasped sleepily as he cupped my face to have me look up at him. I could just about make out his face in the darkness and nodded. “Love? How long have you been in here?” He asked with a yawn. He pushed himself up against the headboard and kept me tucked to his side

“I don’t know…not too long” I whispered and he furrowed his brows a little. “I had a bad dream is all and well I knocked but you were asleep…but I can go back to my room”

I went to get up but he pulled me straight back to him and tightened his arm around me so I couldn’t leave. “Nonsense sweetheart” he mumbled “stay” he whispered and I wasn’t in much of position to argue, physically or emotionally. I nodded and lay relax against him again as his hands held me close. “What was your dream about?” He asked softly and I frowned with a shrug

“Don’t remember” I whispered and he hummed. He moved about a bit before pulling me onto his lap and kissed the side of my head.

“You can sleep here for the night” he murmured softly as his hand rubbed up and down my arm gently. I pressed my cheek to her chest, my eyes fluttering at the warmth that radiated off his skin.

“Thank you” I uttered as his hold on me tightened.

We laid there for a small while, I must’ve fallen asleep for a moment because before I knew it I was back in that room and screaming for someone to come save me. It wasn’t long until Klaus was there, right in that room and trying to tell me to calm down. It didn’t make sense that he was there, he didn’t turn up the last time. I didn’t realise it was a dream until I woke up with Klaus’s hands pinning me to the bed as I kicked at him aggressively and tears covered my face.

I froze when I realised it was Klaus who I was fighting and turned my head to look around in confusion.

His grip on me loosened and his thumb swiped the tears away from under my eyes. I went to push myself up but he presses a hand to my chest to keep me down. “It’s okay love” he whispered, “you’re okay now”.

I sniffed a bit and rubbed my eye “I’m sorry” I told him quietly

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart, it’s my fault they took you” he argued

“I don’t blame you” I whispered. The back of his fingers grazed my cheek and his lips pressed to my forehead.

“Then you’re a fool” he muttered and I smiled a little. He laid back down beside me and pulled me back to his chest “I should have saved you” he confessed. I’m all honesty it was him that I had been yelling for to save me, I was obviously still more than happy that Hayley and Elijah had come and got me but I had wanted him. That might not have been fair to him, he was probably really busy fighting for his own life but at the time I had been upset. Obviously I realised now how ridiculous it was to be mad at him for something so silly but I couldn’t find it in me to argue with him that he should’ve been the one.

I swiped my palm over my cheek and moved my arm over his chest. His arms slipped around me and pulled me on top of him completely. “You were so strong that night” he whispered “I’m so proud of you…and I know you’ve wanted to keep being strong by keeping it all to yourself but I don’t want you to pretend. I want to protect you now…just let me take care of you” he murmured and I nodded reluctantly. I relaxed against him and sighed softly.

I should’ve let him help me earlier.

But I suppose late is better than never so now was just as good a time as any.

I let my eyes close as his fingers played into my hair. My heart fluttered when his lips brushed over the shell of my ear and he whispered the words “good girl” to me before kissing my temple.

I nuzzled up into the crook of his neck as he began to rub along my back leisurely. Warmth left me as the duvet was pulled down to my hips but I didn’t complain, it was too hot anyways. My body stiffened momentary as his hands slid up under my top against my bare skin to my upper back. He hugged me closer than possible, my chest was squished to his and I felt his legs shift so they were tangled with mine. I let out a breath once his touch slid back down to the bottom of my back, his hands choosing to squeeze my hips lightly.

I felt his lips press to the top of my head as the pads of his fingers wondered the length of my body. “I’ll take care of you” he whispered quietly. I kept almost silent and still, my body reacting on its own as he continued to draw swirls and patterns up and down my skin.

With each breath I took, the more of him I seemed to feed on. His scent and warmth and touch and softly spoken praises. My stomach fluttered when his fingertips moved down past my back to my arse. I was only in panties and a t-shirt while he was only in his boxers so there wasn’t much between us as he began to feel the waistband of my underwear.

He kissed along my hair and then my forehead, I pushed myself up on my forearms so his kisses could continue down my face. His lips touched everywhere but my own, instead our foreheads rest together and his nose brush mine as my heart rate increased and his hands moved under my panties to squeeze at my arse gently. We both let out a hot breath as he did so and I could sense the smirk tugging at his lips as he repeated the action.

“Such a good girl” he murmured, his mouth just brushing mine teasingly with each word. I could feel a certain heat begin to pool inside me, my body began to grow needier as his hands borderline massaged my arse until I let out a soft moan and moved my hips to brush myself against one of his thighs.

He hummed before allowing our lips to touch, just lightly to begin with before they were moving together in perfect sink. He pulled me further up his body, pulling my legs over him to straddle his hips to give me a little more control as I kissed him back. His tongue brushed my lower lip to part it from the top one to deepen the moment. I make a noise of surprise when a ‘snap’ sounded through the room and I felt my panties slid away from my body.

I pulled back and he let me to see the item in his hand that wasn’t cupping my arse. He lifted them to see the glistening wet patch that had spread across the material making my face flush red and my skin to burn hot.

Neither of us spoke a word before he brought them to his mouth slowly and let his tongue taste the warmth. I could feel my body tingle at the action and my eyes widened slightly as his eyes rolled back into his head and closed. I swallowed down the saliva that was flooding my mouth as he put the panties on his bedside table and cupped the back of my head to pull me back down and let our lips press together again. I went to pull away as his tongue met mine but he kept me there, having me taste myself on him as his other hand began to encourage my body to rub against his.

His mouth left mine, only to travel along my jaw and down my neck as he shifted me to sit directly on his clothed dick, I could feel my body getting wetter, hotter and more nervous as I ground against him and his hands gave gentle pats to my arse to keep me going.

“Let me love you” he whispered and my heart squeezed in my chest. We had both known that the other cared for each other deeply but neither of us never said a word about it out loud, until now. “Tonight, tomorrow, and every day after that” he murmured into my ear before kissing just below it and lifting me up by my thighs so I couldn’t grind against him anymore.

He looked to my eyes, a soft yet seriousness to his gaze making me nod “every day, forever” I confirmed and he nodded.

“Good girl” he whispered and before I could blink he was completely nude and I was placed on-top his cock, my pussy pulsing as he moved his hips to slide himself against my folds. My breathing got laboured as his tip knocked against and around my clit. His hands kept a good grip on my waist to control both our movements. I glanced to his face but his eyes were trained on where our bodies met as his teeth bit down on his own tongue and his tip slipped inside me.

My breathing grew shallower as he pushed me down via his hold on my waist until he was halfway in. I let out a whimper as my body adjusted to fit him and he groaned softly. “Tight” he mumbled to himself before his eyes found mine and he smiled lazily before kissing my lips gently before pushed me further down until he had bottomed out completely.

My brows scrunch together in pain as I stretched around him while his head dropped back against his pillow with a loud groan. His arms moved around my waist and he pulled me tight against him, our bodies pressing together. My upper body was still clad in a slightly too big shirt as he lay completely bare beneath me.

I laid my cheek against his upper chest and let my eyes shut, my hands smoothed up his arms to his shoulders. I could feel his touch slide back up my back until his fingers were in my hair and an arm was round my waist. A soft moan left my mouth as hips began to rock gently. His breathing shallowed as he continued to move within me slowly. His hand gripped my hair as I rubbed my fingertips against his shoulders.

“You feel so soft” he whispered making my cheeks heat up. I could feel myself squeezing his cock as he moved a little bit faster. “So warm” he mumbled before releasing a puff of air. His lips pressed to my head and down to my ear, “so wet” he breathed down my spine. Another soft moan left my lips in response and I began to help slide myself along his length to match his movements.

My breathing quickened, my knees digging into his sides as he sped up our pace. His hand form my hair moved to cup my jaw, lifting my face closer to connect our lips. He hummed against me sending a buzz through my body as he sped up again.

The kisses were soft and loving, both of us keeping as quiet as we could despite a few moans, groans or whimpers between heavy breaths. Mostly so we wouldn’t wake the whole house and also because we were both still tired and our bodies were ready to sleep.

That was until the intense pleasure became much more apparent as his tip rubbed over a sensitive spot inside me. A needier moan bubbled through me at the sensation and I pushed our lips together a little harder.

His arms wrapped around my waist before we were rolled over so he was on top. His hips moved to mine considerably faster as his mouth seemed hungrier.

A hand moved from my waist and brushed over my thigh encourages me to open them a little wider. I let out as gasp and my hands pushed at his shoulders gently to pull my lips away from his as I felt his thumb press to my clit. “Klaus” I whined as my walls clamped around him and he groaned.

His other hand tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear as his breathing turned to panting as his hips stuttered every so many thrusts.

I whispered softly as his thumb rubbed against me and his cock began to release hot spurts inside me. My thighs opened as wide as I could manage as he pushed me over the edge, his hand covered my mouth as I came and his movements slowed. His eyes fluttering as he pulled himself out of me and dropped to lay beside me. His hand left my face and I was pulled right back against him for his lips to press to mine again.

My breathing calmed and I kissed back gently before he pulled back away and his hands smoothed over my hair. Both our faces formed smiles as he kept me to his side. “I’ll bring you to the bathroom and we can clean you up, then we can try getting you to sleep again, okay my love?” He whispered while pulling me onto his lap and moving us to the end of the bed. His arms moved, one under my legs and one round my midsection as he lifted me and walked us to the bathroom.

He sat me on the toilet seat and told me to wait. He disappeared for just a second before returning in clean boxers with one another pair in his hands and one of his tops. He pulled the one I was wearing off, and his gaze landed on my chest for a short while before he cleared his throat and pulled the top over my head, I slid my arms through and basked in his scent. My lips kept pulling up as he got down onto his knees with a warm cloth to wipe me clean. Very few words needed to be spoken as he did so, both of us just feeling comfortable enough to continue in the quiet.

A yawn forced its way out of me while he pulled a pair of his boxers up my legs to my hips. Before I knew it, I was back in his hold and brought back to his bed. He dropped me down making me breath a soft laugh before he was on-top of me and pulling the duvet over us both. My mouth opened to speak but his lips stopped any words from leaving. From there he planted kisses right the way round my face before snuggling closer and pulling my face to his neck.

“You should try sleep now my lovely…I promise I won’t let any bad dreams or memories get you” he promises and I nod with a small smile

“I don’t think I could have any bad thoughts after that” I whispered and he hummed

“I should hope not” he murmured with a growing smile “but just incase, I’ll be here every night”

“Oh? Every night? Do I get a relaxation session each night as well?” I giggled and he chuckled

“I will show you my love every night, every morning, every afternoon and every moment in between that I can have my hands on you” he whispered and I kissed him briefly.

“I’ll stick around then” I mumbled and he squeezed me tight

“I’ll be waiting”

[midnight--sadness]

I JUST READ ALL OF YOUR FOUND FAMILY AU HC AND I LOVE IT and I want to add more stuff about uncle junho

Sometimes when inho and gihun are on a date or having a "just the two of them" moments they would ask junho to babysit, even though some of them is already grown up(bc trust me the minute they're out of inhun sight it's a mess). And the kids were like "oh come on we dont need some to babysit us" and gihun was like "nope not again the last time we left you guys alone, you almost burn the house down". But really we all know that junho is absolutely trying his best to be everyone's favorite uncle and mostly just ended up letting them do whatever they want, even letting the younger ones to eat candy or ice cream after dinner

Idk why but I feel like the older kids would try to help junho find a partner, probably even setting him up on several blind date and made him a dating app acc. They even tried to match him with the salesman(inho's personal assistant,not sure what inho's job in this au but i think it would be nice) which went better than his any other dates they set him up with so after that everytime they see them talking or sitting next to each other they would ship them for fun and junho actually went on a second date but they don't need to know that and probably some time after they finally starts dating and when junho tells them they were ecstatic bc their "incredible" plan as they called it was working(junho x salesman shipper here🙋)

Bc his plan of being everyones favorite uncle "failed", he tried even harder to become the twins favorite when they're born and it's seems to be working and some time when they're older and can talk, they gave him a nickname which is "uncle ju-jun" and he was so happy that he felt like he just won a world championship

Sometimes when the older kids are going out to have a drink(when they're legal ofc) and accidentally gets too drunk, they would call him to pick them up and told him to swear on not telling their parents(inhun were out on vacation or something)

His first reaction when he was told that inhun are having another child was "AGAIN?!?" Bc he knows that means he have more presents to bought on Christmas, in which the next Christmas after the announcement he gave inhun a pack of condoms as their gift and made the kids burst out laughing including gihun meanwhile inho is giving him a death stare(junho's face: 😌😁)

Let me know what you think!!

(I purposely not making this anonymous bc you're cool and i hope we could be friends if you want!!)

YES!!! LET'S BE FRIENDS PLEASE 🥰🥹🥰😩💖💖💖

i really love the found family au too, it's so cute but there is a possiblity for angst (my beloved 🫶)

you guys have such good headcanons!!! i'm jealous i can't come up with stuff like this 😩

the salesman being inho's personal assistant is so funny jienoaujnjrif i can imagine him using his position to just barge into the house and sit down for breakfast with the rest of the family; inho doesn't know why he isn't scared of getting fired but that man doesn't even blink when inho threatens him with unemployment, especially after he flirts with gihun or starts dating junho

in this particular au, i had initially put inho down as a senior detective because i wanted to include silly shenanigans with junho at work. and maybe they have money because his old uncle (oh ilnam) on his mother's side left inho an absurd ammount of money (4.56 billion wons to be exact 😉).

maybe if inho is like the chief or whatever he can have the salesman as his personal assistant still! that way both of our ideas work 💖

oh, the kids would def try to play matchmaker with junho! they have a list of potential future uncles/aunts ranked by how likely they are to survive the hwang inho shovel talk/interrogation.

junho pretends to be upset that his brother is still breeding his wife but he loves his nieces and nephews and when the twins are born he fights with the kids to be able to hold them more.

uncle junjun is so cute 😭💖

the kids call junho when they're too drunk to get home but also to bust them out of the jail because he's a detective and of course he has connections. except one time, when he left them in there overnight so they could learn their lessons (maybe thanos, since he has a period where he acts out).

[warping-realities]

Building an Empire Part I

Okay, I know I said I didn't plan on writing anything new, but it seems that just by making the new images for Making

Amends the desire to try something new appeared. In reality, it's not that new because I'm not writing anything different from what I've written before and even the way the transformation occurs is derived from another story, albeit with some twists. And yes, as the title makes clear we are talking about a series, but I have no idea when the next part will be ready. Finally, this one is a little darker than my usual, so be warned. Hope you like it!

The Partner

Javier stared at the prison cell wall with hatred so deep in his eyes that it could burn a hole in the concrete in front of him. He had been very stupid to let himself get caught in something as stupid as tax evasion. The police had been looking for years for a reason to place him in that exact place without ever having come close to him engaging in any of the criminal activities that formed the basis of the small fortune acquired through his life of crime. At almost forty years of age he had acquired a reputation in the criminal underworld, several gangs and cartels hired his services with the guarantee of a quick and effective solution to any possible problem. An arrest would irreparably tarnish that reputation. And in his field, a man's reputation was his greatest asset, even more so when he had another reputation, that of an insatiable man-eater, who had only gotten away with his actions and the blatant homophobia in his midst due to his impeccable record. In fact, if a look could tear down a wall, Javier's cell would have been open to the outside world for a long time.

….

"Javier Ruiz, suspect in several cases of extortion, drug trafficking and possible involvement in homicides that have never been clarified. Raised by his maternal great-aunt Isabela Ruiz, his father was a member of a cartel killed in an exchange of gunfire with a rival gang before his birth and his heroin-addicted mother died with him in her arms at the age of 3 in the small apartment where they lived, where he would be found 4 days after the incident, dehydrated but still resisting.

Since he was a child, he was known for his enormous size, which earned him his nickname, Golias, Goliath, a name he adopted in the criminal underworld. We have had reports of his activities for more than two decades but without ever being able to link the nickname to the person. Until now.

Thanks to a rookie mistake we finally have him in custody, an opportunity. " Explained to the room a young dark haired cop.

"Indeed, he has precious information, but it seems no one in here is capable to get him to say anything." Police Lieutenant Patrick Walsh spoke in response, with a hard look at his subordinates.

"An opportunity we just missed. His bail was just paid, he's free." Interjected one of the police officers present, Sergeant Adams, a portly black man in his fifties.

"Shit, a completely wasted golden opportunity." Exclaimed the young dar haired and fresh out of the academy, Officer Anthony DiAngelo who was present there only because he was the lieutenant's wife's nephew.

"Maybe not. Sir, I have an idea." Said a strong blond man of about 35 years old with a rigid look and posture. And his idea made the lieutenant's eyes shine with excitement.

…

"Enjoying your freedom while you can Goliath?" asked the blonde detective in front of the police station when Javier was released.

"My name is Javier. And my taxes and bail have been paid, there's no need to bother me detective...?"

"Fischer. Michael Fischer. And I didn't want to bother you Golias, just warn you."

"Warn me, of what?"

"Unfortunately, it seems that the information that you spent the night at the police station has leaked . The rumor going around the city is that you handed over very important people to save your skin."

"Save me from what, a stupid accusation of tax evasion?"

"Ah, but they don't know that, do they?"

"Son of a bitch!"

"Goliath, this son of a bitch here is your best friend right now."

"I have no friends, let alone a pig like you. And if you think I'm going to fall for that stupid move and turn someone in, you're sorely mistaken."

"Well, I'm sure a lot of people have seen you talking to me in the last few minutes, friend." Detective Fischer concluded as he placed a card in Javier's pocket. While Javier, being in front of the police station, could not react the way he wanted and risk being arrested again.

"For when you realize the value of my friendship, Goliath."

…..

Javier was foaming at the mouth, with the money he had accumulated he knew he could live reasonably well in some forgotten third world country. Still, he needed to take Tia Isabel with him and that would be a big problem. How would he go out the country with an elderly illegal woman with the police and the city's biggest criminals on his tail?

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! You bastards." He shouted at the roof of the car as he headed to the comfortable apartment he had rented for the aunt who had raised him spend the last years of her life.

"Tia sabel, it's Javi, I'm sorry I didn't come to see you yesterday, I had an unforeseen event and we need to talk about... Tia? Tia?" Said Javier, touching the cold corpse of the woman who had created him and feeling a wave of pain, sadness and already the familiar hate and anger invade him."

"They're going to pay, they're going to pay...damn pigs." He said between tears, hugging his aunt's body. And so he continued for a long time. Until a strange buzzing sound caught his attention. Following the source of the sound he came across a shelf full of trinkets. The buzzing came from a small round golden box. He picked it up and felt it vibrate in his huge hand. Opening it he found a coin made of pure gold that when he picked it up dissolved in his hands, and just like that a whole new range of possibilities opened up to him and despite all the sadness of that moment he couldn't help but smile.

……

"Are you sure it's okay to you take care of Jamie, Will?"

"Yes, Mr. Fischer, you know I've been doing this for years."

"Still, I'd imagine you'd want to enjoy your last few days of spring break before returning to college."

"Ah, you know I've never had the most lively social life. And it's a pleasure to spend some time with him, it's like he's a little brother."

"Thank you very much Will, you know I see you as a nephew too. And I'm sorry again, but Lauren is on night shift at the hospital and this urgent appointment came up."

"Like I said, Mr. Fischer. No problem, it's a pleasure." Replied the twenty-year-old boy standing at the door of Detective Fischer's comfortable suburban home, with a smile on his face.

After giving his eight-year-old son a hug and apologizing for his absence, Michael got into his SUV and responded to the message from the unknown number but which belonged to a person he would probably know very well. He just couldn't imagine how much.

….

Michael Fischer was a tough man, with few smiles, shaped by the service to his country, he had served in Afghanistan and seen the horrors of war firsthand. Upon returning he enrolled in the police academy and at the age of 35 he was a detective in one of the busiest police stations in the large metropolis in which he lived. His reputation for being harsh had spread quickly among his colleagues and the criminal population, earning him admirers but also many enemies, even among his colleagues, as everyone knew that he could become ruthless in his endeavor for what he thought was fair.

For him there was no such thing as the spirit of the law, the law was the law and had to be followed, which did not prevent him from using its obscure margins, often bringing him closer to the behavior of the same subjects he sought with so much to penalize. Something that many of his detractors loved to use against him. Mainly old Sergeant Adams, a member of the union and activist for racial equality, who seemed to see some of the positions adopted by him as racist. Which wasn't true, because for him a criminal was a criminal, regardless of social class or color and they all deserved punishment and if Michael was the one to lead them to it, so much the better.

Anyone who knew Michael from work could never imagine that the rigid and tough guy was a loving father and husband, a helpful neighbor and an active member of the Lutheran church where he was loved by everyone and recognized for carrying out social works. The church was indeed a very important place for him, as it had been his home for years and was deeply related to why he acted so stoically.

Michael had been orphaned at a very young age and had known the reality of the streets, he himself had almost been one of the strays he hated so much if it hadn't been for the shelter of religion and maybe that was the reason he persecuted social misfits so much, the notion that he had almost been one of them. And if there was one thing he knew from the bottom of his heart, it was that he would do everything to make sure Jamie didn't have to go through the same thing.

It was this responsibility with his son, the result of his relationship with Lauren, the nurse who had taken care of him after the accident that ended his short military career, that he thought about while looking at the photo that served as the wallpaper on his cell phone, showing him and his son on a summer afternoon.

Michael sighed when he saw his son's face being covered by a message notification on his cell phone screen saying simply: Apartment 416. He knew it was imprudent of him to go alone and talk to Javier, but the criminal represented a great chance of incapacitate several of the city's gangs. An opportunity he couldn't pass up. Resigned, he got out of the car and entered the building, not knowing that the man who entered would be very different from the one who would leave.

….

The first thing Michael felt when entering the apartment was cold, the temperature inside was many degrees lower than expected, as if it were the height of winter. Adjusting his coat to his body, he observed the simple but comfortable living room with attentive eyes, but the room was completely empty. The second thing to hit his senses was the smell of flowers, so intense that it seemed as if he had entered a flower shop. Guided by that aroma, he arrived at one of the apartment's bedrooms and there he found Isabel Ruiz's corpse lying on a bed of flowers.

"Shit..." He exclaimed as he ran out of the room and grabbed his cell phone to call reinforcements, realizing what a mistake it was to go to that place alone. Javier Ruiz was a dangerous man and would certainly be distraught over the death of the only family figure he had ever known, even if he was a total psychopath as Michael was sure he actually was. Which only made things worse, only God knew what that kind of monster would do in that situation, although Michael was about to find out.

Upon returning to the previously empty room he found himself face to face with the man known as Goliath, and at that moment two things became clear to him. The first was that Javier's nickname was justified, sitting in an armchair that could barely contain all of his enormous muscles, he actually resembled the image of the biblical giant. And the second thing was that he had fucked everything up.

Staring at the gargantuan figure in front of him, Michael, without realizing it, let slip the thought that occupied his mind.

"Fuck!"

"Not yet." Was Javier's enigmatic response. As his serious face broke into a terrifying smile.

"Look, Javier, I'm sorry about your aunt, but I had nothing to do with..."

"Spare your words. There is nothing you can say that will change your destiny." Javier interrupted. While Michael faced him while realizing that there would in fact be no chance of dialogue. So Michael tried to take his pistol from his holster, only to realize that he was completely paralyzed. Which led him to be dominated by a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time: fear.

Noticing this, the giant stood up, with the maniacal smile back on his face.

"You're trapped in my net, detective. And because of your own choices. Isn't it curious? How do our choices seal our destinies? My parents' choices brought me to Tia Isabel. My choices led me to your police station and yours choices took her away from me, but they also gave me the opportunity to have everything I ever wanted, to take revenge on everyone who got in my way and finally occupy the place I deserve."

"What are you doing to me, you psychopath?"

"Shut up, I already said you don't need to talk, not yet." Javier replied, while a strip of golden metal closed Michael's mouth, making his eyes widen in surprise.

"Interesting, isn't it? Who would have thought that my poor aunt had in her hands the power to shape the universe at will and never used it. I wonder how many years this power was there on that shelf begging to be used while she resisted. If it weren't for the idiotic work from your team perhaps this power would never have reached me. So for that I am grateful to you... friend. No, no friend, I told you this before, we will never be friends, which doesn't stop us from being other things. " Javier whispered in Michael's ears, who in turn tried desperately to escape, only to realize that his feet were surrounded by the same metallic substance.

"Let's see what you have to offer, Detective." Javier added as the metallic substance liquefied and encompassed Michael's body.

"Interesting." Javier muttered as the substance solidified, forming what looked like a metal statue that vaguely resembled the naked image of the man inside it.

Earlier that day when Javier touched the coin, which was actually much more than that, a wave of information invaded his mind. That simple coin was in reality one of the most powerful artifacts known in the universe, a Reality Warper that transferred into the man's mind everything he needed to know. There were a few more models on our planet, one of the silver ones was even located in a city a few hundred miles away from where they were. But silver mattered little when you had gold. And Javier's gold would allow detective Michael Fischer to be reshaped in any way he wanted, from his personal history, through genetics to the deepest of thoughts. Know that gave Javier the greatest excitement of his life, which was manifested through the immense erection that almost burst his jeans and that would have been very visible to poor Michael if he hadn't been trapped inside his golden cocoon.

"Let's start." Javier said out loud as if Michael could hear him, while he placed his huge hand on the golden figure's chest, causing waves of energy to spread and its face to lose any defining features. At the same time, the figure's body increased in muscle, reacting to one of Goliath's great fetishes, men as big as himself, that he could subdue. and use.

While that transformation was taking place, Michael Fischer's mind and story opened up to Javier like a file that he could alter at will. He saw the orphanhood, the importance of the church, the desire to serve the country, the injury during his time serving abroad, the loving relationship with his wife and the concern for his son. But also the harsh and cruel treatment given to those he considered outcasts and the dubious selectivity with which he treated people of color, although he denied it even to himself. He also saw how the police officer prided himself on rectitude and incorruptibility and did not tolerate colleagues who did not act with the politeness, rectitude and severity that he expected from a police officer. Upon seeing all that, Javier smiled and started working.

He knew that what he was doing would not only alter the man trapped in the cocoon, but all of reality, including his own, and so he took care to create the reality that best benefited him. When he was satisfied with his work he secured another revenge, he will left the police officer consciousness last a few minutes after the work is completed and a completely different person takes that place.

Javier removed his hand from the figure's chest and watched the waves of energy spread through it, reconfiguring it into a very different form. After a few seconds he found himself in front of the image of an enormous man, of clearly Latin descent like his own, of approximately his age and size as large, if not larger.

The smile remained on his face as the golden coating dissolved and revealed the image of the man inside.

"Hello Detective Flores." Javier said, looking at the huge man still disoriented in front of him, but who quickly frowned and looked at him with irritation.

"Ruiz you son of..." Michael started to say only to hear his own deep voice and stop, as he didn't recognize it, just as he didn't recognize the weight of his own body or the hands at which he looked next.

"What did you do to me?"

"Don't worry Miguel, everything will make sense soon."

"Miguel? What?..." Michael began to say until he was invaded by a wave of memories that weren't his but were undoubtedly real.

He saw a Latino boy walking alone through the city streets, until he stopped in front of a church and sat down, only to be chased away by a blond pastor.

"This is no place for people like you!" Said the man.

A new memory, the boy, now around 13 years old, very tall but very thin, wandering down the street and being chased by older boys under the gaze of a police patrol who did nothing to help him.

The boy at 18 enlisting not because he had any patriotic desire within him, but because it was a way to get food and money.

The young man at 21 years old, very different from what he had been until then, now strong and muscular due to finally receiving an adequate diet and military training, not to mention the exorbitant use of anabolic steroids.

The same young man a few months later took advantage of an accident to injure himself and avoid being sent to a mission to the country. After having spent the last few years exchanging sexual favors with superiors to avoid more dangerous missions.

The young man being cared for by a young nurse for whom he pretended to be interested only to guarantee his livelihood. Then a visit of an acquaintance from his orphanage days who sold him the idea of ​​joining the police and acting as an informant in exchange for money.

The man looking at the son he had with the nurse with slightly interest. The intense sexual encounters with random men while he maintained the sham marriage because it guaranteed him a good image.

The man charging the same pastor who had kicked him off the church's sidewalk a monthly fee to ensure that criminals did not vandalize the property. Criminals he had hired himself.

The man being all smiles and jokes, to be seen as a man of warm and pleasant behavior, well-liked by those who didn't know what he was hiding and feared by those who saw what was beneath the facade that hid the selfishness and ambition within him. Climbing the career ladder in the police, demanding favors, blackmailing and cheating. Building an external image of a respectable family man while getting rich with bribes and providing information to his former acquaintance, with whom he had constant and animalistic sexual relations, with both constantly disputing who would dominate the other.

Michael initially observed those images with detachment because they were so foreign to the life he knew and the image he had of himself that there was no possibility of him associating himself with them.

However, he couldn't help but place himself little by little in the moonlight of that other man, in that other life, it was as if an immense force was pushing him in the direction of that life so foreign to him. Little by little he began to feel that boy's pain, loneliness and anger to the point where he was able to justify to himself some of the attitudes of the man he had become, no matter how alien and distant such attitudes were from his way of thinking.

"But were they really that distant?" He thought with the heat of burning anger in his chest, the bitterness of humiliation in his mouth, the joy of victory, of making others feel what it was like to be on the losing side and the pleasure, the immense pleasure in manipulating, conquering, dominating. ...

"No, no... what about Lauren?" A woman to be by his side, support him and meet his needs.

"No, he loved her!" Well, he loved what she had given him, and that was, in a way, a kind of love.

"No, no, no! And Jamie! Jamie!" When he thought of his son, Michael felt that expanding force slow its inexorable advance. But at that moment another thought took hold. It's obvious that he loved the boy, after all he was a continuation of himself and when the time came he would teach the kid everything he needed to do well in life and he would make sure that his son knew his rightful place, above all others. But until then he didn't have much to do for the kid, other than paying the minimum attention to him so that he felt happy until the moment he was ready. With the childhood he had himself, he knew how necessary this was. As well to maintain the appearance of a responsible family father. So if every now and then he had to take the kid to play ball or ride a bike in the park, it would be a small price to pay.

Even more so because those walks had been the perfect excuse for some of the most interesting encounters he had ever had. Last weekend for example, one of the boring afternoons he spent with the boy turned into a memorable day in which he fucked hard a twink in the park bathroom, while Jaime played ball with Will, the neighbors' unbearably annoying son.

It was after the memory of that pleasure start to vanish that a last memory came to his mind: the man kissing his business partner and occasional lover in a familiar living room. And the man's animalistic smile as he undressed in preparation for the usual contest of strength that would culminate in one of the two being brutally fucked by the other.

"Hello Goliath" Detective Miguel Flores said to his long-time partner in crime and in bed at the same time that Michael Fischer's last shred of consciousness disappeared within that corrupted mind.

.....

After the wild sex Miguel watched amazed the dancing golden metal ran through Javier's hand, unable to believe the other man's story. Neither of them seeming the least bit concerned about the fact that they had sex with a corpse in the next room.

"It's impossible for something like this to exist."

"Let me prove it to you then, I'm dying to expand the business, bring me one of your colleagues from the police station and I'll show you."

"It's very risky, Javier."

"You do not trust me."

"Of course not."

"Fine, then let's think of someone. As soon as you arrest some of the smaller members of the Maldonado and Deshaun gangs there will be a drop in the distribution of some places and so I will need people to take over. Let's start small. It would have to be someone whose change doesn't generate too many unforeseen ripples and who has access to potential consumers. A professor? No, perhaps a college student..."

Upon hearing that a wicked smile appeared on Miguel's face, only to be mirrored by the other man when he heard what the detective had to say.

[novasintheroom]

Just some thoughts I wanted to share with someone, but I feel like Barista Vash has a fifty fifty shot of being a nightmare or a blessing to work on shift with. 

This all depends on what he's tasked with. Cashier? You better be thanking the man, because you bet his smile and friendly attitude has people eagerly handing in tips. These tips coming from doting mothers or grandmothers who think he reminds them of their child/grandchild, or people who melt under his warm voice asking "Will that be all? :)". Vash has definitely has gotten shy or confident slides of pieces of paper with people's socials or phone numbers. He takes the time to give them a quick polite message letting them down easy. Back to cashier duties, the man is smart (as much as some of us tend to forget sometimes). Calculations for change are easy, and tech issues with the machine in general are simple fixes for him. Great employee overall, coworkers love him for his clear and loud voice for orders, along with the added bonus of big tips at the end of the day for everyone. 

Vash is the one making the drinks?....Can't he run the register today?....No? You better pray. See, Vash isn't bad at making drinks. Not at all actually, everything he makes is delicious, and it's made in a timely manner. It's just...There are times where he might not be. You can not tell me Vash has never slipped and fell while the floors are wet, or burned his hands several times on a coffee rush. He lets out a cartoonish YEOUCH, or whimper that has a few patrons looking his way, whenever he does. Definitely hums while he makes drinks on a slow days, maybe a little twirl or hip bump while he closes the fridge. Vash has definitely has an embarrassing moment or two, where it's a slow day, he takes the opportunity to eat the last delicious cranberry pastry...only for a customer to come up and ask for said pastry while his cheeks are full. Even with his slip ups, his coworkers are silently grateful when he's working during a sudden rush. The man can concentrate and get drinks out fast with precision, and is on top of making sure that there are enough items for drinks. You won't ever feel like you need to break down and cry, while making a drink, because you ran out of oat milk. 

Now leading back to Vash's admirers, he may have plenty of them. But he only has eyes for one person. If you're a regular, the days he knows you'll be coming in, the man is on fire. On top of everything, bright smiles that never falter, he is ready for you. Which may lead to him being exhausted by the time you arrive. Once, you hadn't arrived yet and he took his break, only for someone else to take your order and make it....He didn't show it, but Vash was depressed for the rest of the day. Lingering glances and wiping down a counter that was already spotless while you were enjoying your drink. If you ever come with someone, he might take the bold risk to ask "Oh and who's this? :)" during your small chat as you order. Just in case, he just wants to be safe. His fear is for your answer to someday be along the lines of, "This is my partner!". Regardless of his fear, he's slow to make any moves. One, he's working. Not the most romantic place to flirt if he's trying to make drinks for a mother and daughter waiting on their chai lattes. Two....you can't really tell when he does flirt? He's always friendly and warm to all customers. Plus if you confront him on the one liners or doodles on your drink, he (stupidly) dismisses it with a "I just had time :)" or excuses it as a way to cheer you up on a rough day. It might be....a while before he makes a real move, so maybe you should start thinking about ways to take the first step?

Aw I love this anon! Barista Vash is such a cute AU idea!! I would personally take SUCH a long time to get up the guts to ask him out, bc 1-he's working, and I'd assume he's happy and kind with EVERYONE and 2-I'm shy as all heck.

I hope everyone enjoys this!! Thank you for sharing your thoughts!!<33

[paintingchimera]

Do you think Ariane ever wanted her mom? Like because when we’re in pain, or scared or really anything we tend to want our mothers, so it’d be natural for Ariane to want her mother. GOD I IMAGINED IN ARIANES LAST MOMENTS BEFORE THE BIORESONANCE THING SHE WAS CRYING FOR HER MOM

Now that got me thinking, what about the replikas?? Do they long for the neural pattern’s mothers even though they’re not biologically their child?? When they destabilise I mean, like imagine a dying STAR on the battlefield calling out for her neural patterns mom oh my days

You guys cannot convince me ariane did not want her mom, especially with how she was raised I would reckon they had a very close bond. I wish there was more stuff surrounding ariane’s mom and even the itou twins mom like who is she?? Anja Itou or Lilith itou?? I would think Anja, because Lilith never had a male lover (that we know of) but she had Alina. Lilith being a possible older sister to them seems like a much more likely scenario than their mother, and personally on how lilith’s personality is shown (this is with the theory that she’s Elsters neural pattern) she probably would not want kids

And if the case was that Lilith was their mom, realistically then, Elster would’ve most likely atleast had some more instinct to protect isa— meanwhile with a sibling you really don’t have that urge (unless their like a baby) and honestly, I think Lilith and the twins wouldn’t of known each other for that long. Lilith would’ve been just a faded memory from childhood [if I’m correct on the timing of when Lilith might’ve been put into whatever they do to the replika neural pattern and that she is Elsters neural pattern] I mean, the faint possibility of her being the twins mother is that if Alina was their second mother, but that doesn’t make sense: Ariane is often portrayed as a ‘clone’ in a way of Alina, looking almost exact same as her. So why would Alina be their second mom? And it wouldn’t be possible because Alina was in the sierpenski as we know it,

So that would leave Anja to be their mother, Lilith? Maybe a cousin or older sister. Looking at Isa (assuming that Erika looks basically the same) she looks like she would relate to Lilith but not in a mother and daughter way; more like a cousins or sisters way. And What is the deal with Alina?? Is she just meant to be Lilith’s lover, or does Ariane end up being like some reincarnation of her? Or is Alina in retrospect just made to be that person Ariane triggers Elsters neural pattern memories with? But that would make her character practically basic if she only had one purpose. But I can’t figure out what she’s even here for, maybe she doesn’t really have a purpose? Some characters in fiction might not have proper purpose but they’re very important to plot I think,

Oh the ariane having acute radiation syndrome, she would be in SO much worse of state in reality, burns everywhere only getting worse, skin cells dying, even her bone marrow [i forgot if this parts correct shh] possibly started to degrade [I think I’m thinking of chromosomes], her teeth falling out, her organs dying from the inside out, losing absolute control over her own bodily fluids, I understand that it’s probably for creepy affect with her very basic black arms and legs to show nercotic skin but realistically ariane would’ve been dead much sooner when the radiation kicked in, even with the cryo medical pod. We all know of the person who had severe radiation poisoning, he died after a long battle. Considering Ariane would’ve practically be begging Elster— if Elster didn’t die first, because to me atleast, Replikas much more fragile when it comes to things like radiation, excluding MNHR units. They would start to degrade faster than a human would,

Ariane would be in so much pain, her skin wouldn’t even turn black it’d fall off exposing muscle and nerves. And her hair doesnt make sense, when someone has that much radiation and Ariane probably got out through so much more radiation, her hair would’ve fallen OUT, not grown. She would’ve looked like a burned mummy, and most likely. Elster wasn’t Alive to see any of Ariane’s true pain, yet Ariane probably would’ve still chosen the Penrose program. Why? Because hearing how sierpenski is that shit is SCARY. But also, we all know of Ariane’s bullying on rotfront. With how much she was getting bullied [I heard she even got put in hospital temporarily?? Idk if that’s right] she would of course pick that option. It’s like giving someone the option to choose: Go to school for years, Go for a year and get all of your diplomas immediately [of course it’s not a accurate comparison but shut up]

Bullying fucking ruins people, from experience I wanted to leave my entire country because I got bullied so badly. I wanted to leave the planet [as in going to space], when your given a choice between going to a facility or seeing the stars? You’d the stars especially in ariane’s place. The eusan nation is strict, and rotfront was terrible to ariane. Why would she want to put herself through more??

Anyways I’m literally ariane yeong (I bleached my hair to look like her, my roots are over grown tho 🫡) also sorry for so much writing, I have no one to really yap my ideas to 😔🙏

[petterwass]

Ho'olheyak really is quite the tragic figure once you read her file, isn't she?

For all her being very funny and her inexhaustible Bug Bunny energy, she really has been through so much, forced into a generations-long project that she never asked for, as a mere infant.

Is a small baby she was subjected to some sort of horrible brain surgery that forced the entirety of her species history into her brain and drastically cut down her lifespan, which is implied to be both very traumatic (only a infant could possibly survive it because once a child is old enough to have a sence of "self" it would have been completely obliterated along with their mind) and with incredibly high mortality (As Warfarin puts it: "I don't want to ask her how, many siblings she *had*).

All to force her to continue her family's generations-long project to restore the bloodline powers of the ancient ku'kul'kan.

While she maintains that the brain surgery does not in any force her to do this, she could if she wanted to, drop the entire thing. But I wonder how true that is.

After all, the sunk cost fallacy is real, and once you've already paid with half of your life, what choice is there really but to continue the work? To to otherwise would be to say that the price you paid was not worth it. That the price your mother paid, and her mother before her, going back hundreds if not thousands of years, was not worth it. That the goal they worked towards is not worth trying to achieve. That the sacrifice that was forced upon you has no meaning.

Which child, implanted with scenes of your people's lost grandeur and raised from birth for this single mission, could really say that they are doing it of their own free will? That they had a choice, when they were selected to pay the price for it even before they were born?

One wonders also, how this has created the Ho'olheyak we know. How different would she be if she did not have her people's history rattling around in her brain since before she could talk?

It also explains in a way, her wanting up always work alone. After all, who else could understand the importance of her mission, how everything and everyone can be sacrificed on its altar if need be, than the one who has already paid the highest price for it, and who can literally feel the wingsbeats of ancient ku'kul'kan in her mind? Who else could ever understand.

And that's not getting into her equipment, how each part of the gear she carries is intended to mimic a trait of the mythical Ku'kul'kan, how this burden she carries is literally too heavy to bear without using her arts to lighten it (her exoskeleton alone weighs over 90 kilograms. Without using her arts to lighten it, she would not be able to move). How perhaps the burden of reviving a extinct bloodline would be too much to bear for any human, except perhaps, one created for that express purpose with Arts and brain surgery, to be the perfect, or indeed, the only possible banner-bearer that could endure the weight of generations of sacrifice towards a single cause? Maybe I'm reading up much into it but the parallels are there.

And in the end, soon enough, as her drastically shortened lifespan runs out. She will breed, likely several times to endure she has backup infants (and isn't that a cold-blooded thought? "the first one might not survive, better make more") . And she will subject her infants to the same horribly invasive and lethal brain surgery as was done to her. Until one of them survives. And that one will carry on the project. That one surviving baby will bear the torch. Will burn their life from both ends.

Of her own free will.

You can probably draw a lot of interesting parallels here. Both to the greatness of multi-generational work: "I plant a tree so my grandchildren can sit in the shade", but also to continuing cycles of abuse: "This, was done to me. I will do it to my children in turn. And they to their children. And the one that survived will carry on the torch."

I don't know. I just think she's incredibly fascinating and interesting once you get beyond the first, obvious outer layer of Sexy Fucked Up Evil Snake Woman.

There's really a lot there. And I love her. She is so very much more fucked up than you initially think she is.

[yoku-yukihime]

🐾I have a very important question for Junko! 🐾

What would you do if you saw a mother out in the wild actively neglecting their son? Or any parent for that matter being neglectful or abusive towards their child? Would you intervene due to personal circumstances? I am very curious to see your response! 🌙🦊🦊🐾🐾

An interesting question... I suppose it depends on a fair few factors, like my mental state or the severity of such actions. If I were not in the best mindset I feel I would not properly control myself and have a violent outburst.... Or if the actions were severe enough, I would have no other option, no?

While I hold my own ideals towards parenthood, obviously as I am sure you may guess... I do not feel it would be right of me to step in on strangers like that. While I may disagree with it, heavily so. It might fill me with a burning hatred so violent that it can barely be controlled... If I am to act on that, I do not know wish for my own power to get out of hand in a situation like that. Who is to say my own anger taken out would not strip a parent away from their child, much like that which happened to me? I would be as bad as... Her. So, while the sight of such a thing would upset me greatly, I must show restraint lest something horrible happens, and I once again have blood on my hands.

But... Hecatia. She tends to go off if she sees something like that. She's very passionate and loud about her thoughts and opinions... Perhaps I should learn from her some more. She tends to set most people straight.

Maybe they're just seeing me glaring behind her though, haha. Oh well, I hope this answers your question in a satisfying way.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

https://www.tumblr.com/xabura/752028677741608960/bryke-confirming-that-katara-loves-aang-like-a?source=share

What do you think of this? Apparently Bryke themselves said Katara loves Aang like a babysitter or brother. I don’t understand it? This is coming from the actual creators of the show even though I never got that vibe from Kataang despite what the ZKs say. Does that mean they were right?

If Bryke had said "Ozai is not abusive, he is just strict" it would not suddenly erase the canonical proof of abuse that is literally burned into Zuko's face. Yang can say he didn't write Zuko to be an abusive piece of shit in the comics, but I saw him literally throwing Azula in a place that, by Yang's own admission, only made her condition worse.

I saw Katara get jealous when other girls were paying attention to him as early as episode four of the first damn season, and then ten episodes later looking intrigued and even happy at the possibility that maybe they are fated to get married when they're older.

I've seen her blushing next to him like she did with Jet and Haru. I saw her doing a romantic dance with him. I saw her wanting to kiss him and then getting offended when he said he didn't want to kiss her.

If I saw a babysitter doing that to a child, I'd call the freaking cops. And if Katara had done any of that stuff with Sokka, Nickelodeon would not have let Avatar air (I'm still surprised the bedroom scene in The Awakening didn't get scrapped or at least severely altered).

And speaking of Sokka, I never saw Katara teasing Aang in a sisterly way like she did with Sokka, and with Zuko. I never saw Aang say that, when he thinks of "mother", he thinks "Katara" like Sokka does.

Instead I saw Aang and Katara hanging out, and him reminding her, IN THE FIRST EPISODE, that she was ALSO a kid. And then Katara immediately got attached to him because, in her own words, he had brought FUN back to the vilage.

(And before someone inevitably brings up her dressing up as his mom in "The Headband" - she also dressed up as Sokka's heavily pregnant wife. Read into it if you want, but be consistent. You can't cherry-pick one aspect of the scene and ignore the entire context).

They're children. They're peers. They're friends. Maybe Bryke wanted to add a "But she's also the mom/older sister/babysitter" aspect to it, but if that really is the case, then they fucking failed at it in an absurd way.

Like, if you want her to be "the babysitter" make her baby him, not treat him as an equal even when she's in the role of Sifu with him as the student.

Now, if Zutarians want to use this word of God moment as undeniable proof that Kataang is "weird", fine by me. I'll disagree because I actually DO like "weird" ships and Katang didn't interest me for the longest time exactly because it LACKED any weirdness, but whatever.

But if they expected that shut down differing opinions, once again, they gotta be consistent: Bryke also said that Zutara is toxic, would have no future, and that characters don't like each other like that.

If they want to have the right to disagree with them on that, they can't turn around and say "But you gotta take their word as law when it validates half my point!"

Either everyone is free to agree to disagree, even if they're disagreeing with the creators of the show, or no one is. Either everyone can engage in Death Of The Author when they genuinely think the intention doesn't match the text, or no one can.

If they wanna disagree with Bryke on the anti-zutara thing, but agree with them on the babysitter thing, fine. But they don't get to act all shocked when people do the reverse and pretend it's somehow hypocritical of us to do the same thing THEY are doing.

(Also it's very funny of zutarians to constantly cry "Male gaze" because "Oh, it's just young boy having a crush on an older girl" like they aren't CONSTANTLY using "What girl goes for the younger guy instead of the older one?" as an argument for their ship. Funny how fantasies and tropes are only bad when it's not THEIR fantasy or prefered trope)

[aladaylessecondblog]

Faal Hah Wuld, pt. 24 "Dagoth Volkihar"

cw: violence, gore

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The Son of the Void made to form an empire once again, to shore up the world [illegible]. But he had need also to occupy the Living Three that they might not [illegible] In case this empire did not persist, or fell to the forces that plotted against it. To make his people live, against all odds.

A plan, and then a plan to cover it. [illegible] whispered also to this creation, the husk that had once been he of living flesh that crawled from the is-not. So deeply, so subtly, that the shell of the Void-Son thought these words to come from his own mind: "Do not you want to save your people?"

- page from a journal found in the Soul Cairn

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Another ash zombie stood just inside, and he was blasted by Torovan and cut down by Sadrith.

"How can these things be alive?" Sadrith called out, "My mother always said they died when the Heart was released from its prison. The Nerevarine himself told her and the tribe that he watched it disappear. How--how?"

"I had heard much--much of the same." Torovan was stammering slightly. "They aren't supposed to exist. They shouldn't be here, not without the Heart of Lorkhan empowering--"

"Well if what you say is right the Heart DOES exist again...but surely it would've happened before now. All this I mean. The zombies. If I--why now?"

"I don't know," Torovan said, after they stopped to kill another. "Something MUST have changed. Something must have happened, but what?"

There were three more--these ones paler, clearly nords rather than Dunmer as the first had been. All male, dressed the same, only in smallclothes.

"I thought the corprus was only intended for Dunmer?" she thought aloud. "Wouldn't he--D--"

"Do not say his name!" Torovan interrupted. "It may infect others. He was never very choosy about that. Only Dunmer could become more than--than this."

And here he gestured at the ash zombie nord.

"My contact is a Dunmer," Sadrith said, "Gods above, I hope she's not..."

They advanced further still, to the bridge room with the running water. Torovan, on sight of an ash ghoul, tossed another bolt of fire at this one - but this one must have been stronger than the zombies. It burned, and slung a fire spell back, managing two words before its screams became incomprehensible:

"He lives!"

There were several more ash zombies here, of mixed kind - some nords, a Dunmer, an Argonian. As they lay dead, as Sadrith stared at them, she said, "Maybe we shouldn't kill all of them. We could get some valuable clues from them, if they'll speak to us."

"You can't let these things speak to you. They'll--they could 'bless' you with corprus, and then that will be that!"

They crossed the bridge, and by one of the beds she noticed (and seized) a journal, most of which was torn. But some of it was legible, and she read it aloud as her eyes passed over the words.

Sigurd lied to me...he lied to me, thinking me dull witted. And perhaps for a time I was. But the master! The master, he leads as a parent leads an unknowing child. No more a tool. No more a pawn in another's game, a plaything to uncaring gods! Now - I am whole, born new! For now comes he who walked before, and he who walks again, and he who will walk forevermore!

"Sigurd lied to me," Torovan repeated in a faint voice, "...no, it couldn't be..."

"You know who wrote this?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure. I--but Sigurd would never..." Torovan was shakier now than he had ever been before. She would almost say terrified, if she wasn't so sure he was the sort of man who was never afraid. But no, the thought came, all men were afraid at some point. All men--

FOCUS, gods damn it!

Sadrith begged her mind to simply behave, but the turmoil was kicking up, as if the skooma were wearing off too quickly. Perhaps she'd taken too small a dose this morning. Perhaps--

In the room where there had been three Nightingale pedestals, holding the armor, there had been a drastic change. The banners bearing the Nightingale symbols were gone, torn down, and in there place there was now only one - behind the center pedestal. The symbol looked like two marching beetles, stitched in red, on a black background. They looked wrong, felt wrong, but almost more so than that was the large ebony statue occupying that center pedestal.

It looked carved in an ancient style, but the work itself was clearly new - even on the surface beneath there were chips of ebony, fresh from the carving. It looked like some sort of messed up vase, or maybe an urn, the lid of which had been shaped into a four-pointed head with jeweled red eyes. She lit up a light spell in her hand to see it better, but - stranger still, the light did not reflect from it.

The light seemed to fade into those eyes, rather than reflect off them...and she stood watching, fascinated by the effect.

"Get away from it--and don't touch it!" Torovan called out.

Despite the chill in the room she could feel heat the closer she got to the thing - and then above the heat there was a scent. Burned out incense, blood...something dead, something that used to be alive, and now...

Sadrith reached out, thinking it might be a good idea to take the thing, to break it, ensure it couldn't work whatever it was clearly doing. Her mother had spoken of ash statues, she remembered now. The sight of this thing brought to mind an old memory, when she sat at her mother's knee looking at the drawings of the old evil things that had been defeated.

"This is an ash statue, Sadrith," her mother had said, "It was the tool of Dagoth Ur, to muddle with the minds of those who did not know what they were. It is an evil thing, and if you ever, ever see one, destroy it. Because even though Dagoth Ur is gone now, some echo may still remain of his power in these things that were once his tools."

Her hand was on its head (how light it was!), ready to grasp and tip it over--

She was broken out of her thoughts, and the feeling of hearing whispers on the edge of hearing, by Torovan yanking her back by the shoulder. Her flesh raked over the fine points of its head--points so sharp they tore straight through her gloves!--and it wobbled slightly but did not fall.

"What did I say? DON'T TOUCH IT!"

"Damn it, I was about to destroy the thing--" She groaned, and cast a healing spell to close up the shallow wounds the points of the statue's head had made. On the black surface of the statue itself were now trickling a few drops of her blood.

The cut had been so clean she hadn't felt the pain at first, not until she stood staring at the lines on her hand.

Evil, she thought, evil. But on restoring the slight wounds, and looking up, there was the thought - where was the attack on the mind she had been warned about? Surely it should even now be forcing its way into her head. Surely...

How did they work, mama? How does a piece of rock make people do things?

They do not command, my little mushroom. They convince, and that is worse.

The memory was warm, and--strangely--so was the heat that emanated still from the center pedestal. She expected it to burn, but instead it was like it pressed softly, wrapped round her like a blanket.

Not forcing forward, but...remaining there, touching...an embrace. There was no furious flurry of thoughts, only the certain glow of safety.

"We need to hurry this along and leave," Torovan said, once more breaking her from her thoughts. This break, though - she felt suddenly cold, and upset that he'd done it.

But then she realized - it was better this way. She saw now why these statues were so dangerous, understood her mother's explanation. The statue would be there, waiting for her, for it had all the time in the world! It had no need to begin by forcing its tendrils into one's mind. Not when one stayed close, might almost invite it in.

Sadrith clenched her fists, dug her nails into the sensitive, just-healed-over skin. Pain, yes, that would keep her out of it. Yes. The weight of her sword's pommel, against her palm, and her nails also.

It would keep her away from the last lingering thought, or feeling, or somehow both. The words felt like a smile, a welcome, almost.

I see you, little Heart...

"Did he speak to you?" Torovan's voice was urgent, "Tell me. You need to keep your mind occupied, busy with something so you don't--"

"I see you," she repeated, "Little heart."

Torovan's face sunk into his hands, and he was silent afterward.

He turned away and she moved forward, toward where she had once made her vow to Nocturnal. Here there were two ash zombies devouring...something. Meat. A disgusting sound.

And behind them?

A single robed figure, pale hands clasped in prayer, a veil bearing the same beetle-like symbol as the banner from before covering their face.

"Eat, children, yes, eat of the glory of your lord. You hunger, and He provides the sacrament, the feast, born from the glory of His gift."

A feminine voice, Sadrith thought, but before she could think more she was interrupted.

Torovan spoke suddenly. "Serana?"

The figure turned.

"Tell me it's not you."

"Serana is gone," the veiled woman said, "I am Dagoth Volkihar. I was the first to listen, to hear the message of our Lord, and it was He who raised me from the shallow grave your Sigurd left me in."

The two ash zombies came forward, being dispatched quickly.

"I will not return - I am not your lord's puppet, not any longer--" Torovan kicked aside the one he'd slain. "He cannot have me."

"He does not want you," the veiled woman said simply. "He had Sigurd, who fought him at every turn, who is falling and falling and falling, much as he cannot see it. And now, now he has others..."

There was a pause. Sadrith felt the return of that warmth from before - and in her mind there was a flash, a look up at the tall masked figure, and then in turn seeing the still stone Heart, the centrepiece...

"Sigurd lies. He lied to me as he lies to you, Voryn."

Sadrith stiffened; a bolt of terror ran through her veins.

Voryn.

Voryn.

Her mind shot back to that encounter at the hot springs, that few minutes she spent spread beneath Torovan, teasing him until he bedded her. A wave of nausea rose - she felt sick at the thought that she had--that she actually--

Fool. I am such a fool. I know I should not trust my own senses so easily, I KNOW I should be less impulsive! And what did I do? I let them drive me! AGAIN!

She screamed, moved forward, blade raised and ready to strike. Serana, or Dagoth Volkihar, whoever she was, moved back, dodging only just enough to prevent a fatal blow. The veil was cut and swept aside, however, revealing a trio of small tentacles, sprouting from what must have until their appearance been a gaping hole.

That white-hot rage she had felt in Ivarstead rose again, and she struggled against it, against the sudden typhoon that worsened in her mind every second.

And as she battled the creature before her, slashed left and right - until the thing that had once been a woman fell to the ground, bleeding not red but black. She raised her foot, hearing it making sounds, trying to speak - and determined not to hear them, brought her heel down on its head, stomping until she stopped feeling resistance from the bone it was being driven into.

Breathing hard, she finally stopped, looking ahead to where Nocturnal's orb had once appeared.

Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She whipped around to face Torovan, eyes blazing, heart beating fast, rage roaring.

"Don't touch me," she snarled, raising her sword to make him move back, "Don't you DARE touch me."

"I didn't wish for you to fall back into that--madness."

"You meant to bring me here, didn't you?"

"No!" he burst out. "I didn't even know--about ANY of this!"

She backed away further, sword still raised. Her back struck the edge of the larger statue.

"I want the truth," she said. "NOW! How are you Voryn and Dagoth Ur is separate from you?"

My mother is going to KILL ME! Of all the men I could meet, of all the men I could FUCK--

"Sigurd saved me from it. I didn't know how, I only knew when I awoke that my mind was my own again," Torovan--no, Voryn--said. "I have worked extremely hard not to fall under any kind of temptation to--to--anything, since then."

If he was telling the truth...

"No wonder you've got such a huge stick up your ass," she said, "So if you're you then why am I here? What did you need ME for?"

"Sigurd wanted to get your help for his effort against the Thalmor. I wasn't sure - I didn't know you, and dragonslayer or not a hero can be unfit for long campaigns. My face was...a distraction, a ruse. I wanted it fixed, but at the same time, preferred to keep it hidden. I had no idea that any of this had happened. We'd helped Serana with something, and Sigurd had...been cagey about what had become of her afterwards. I never thought..."

Sadrith groaned. "And now? Do I pass muster? No. No, don't answer that, I know I don't. It doesn't matter. I can fight my own war. I can--WILL--make the Thalmor regret the day they ever laid eyes on the first little pebble of Skyrim's soil."

Worse and worse the rushing river in her head ran. Thalmor, Northwatch. Voryn. The hot springs. Sigurd. Winterhold. Mother, drawings. Dagoth Ur, danger...

She raised a hand to her forehead, then reached down to one of her bags, thinking to get one of her bottles of mead before the panic rose any higher.

And then, suddenly, the rushing river and flood of conflicting emotion were gone.

There was silence.

How long I have waited for you, my little Heart...

"We," she said, looking up at Torovan, cleaning off her sword and resheathing it, "Need to leave. NOW."

She had to report on this to the Guild, and the Jarl, and...and then take Torovan...Voryn...back to Winterhold, and--

The panic did not come. She reached for it anyway, but felt as though she were hitting a wall. The noise ebbed away like a receding wave.

And though Sadrith distrusted it the feeling still remained. A sensation of--something she wasn't entirely certain of, that felt like so many things at once. The relief of an ache suddenly eased.

The feeling that a thing long missing had now been returned.

[06sunnybunny06]

Part 3 (Aren't we friends?)

[18+]

♡♡♡♡

The kingdom of Archon Krio (Snowy)

Run, run, just run. Anywhere, but away from him!

My head was pounding and my legs were hurting. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. The burning snowstorm did not allow him to escape from his embrace. Mad laughter came from behind. This is a sign of his approach. - "No. To return to his hands again? I don't want to!"

Tears flowed down her cheeks, turning into icy droplets. My legs started to hurt terribly. You're tired. Your foot tripped over a snag, knocking you into a snowdrift. This was the last attempt to act in any way. "Maybe when he notices the body, the life will have already left me?" - Unfortunately, your thoughts were drowned out by the crunch of heavy footsteps.

- Nice try. I even thought that I had already lost you.

Despite the whole situation, his tone was still playful. You ran away. She ran away almost as soon as he moved away from your temporary shelter. It was a great plan, but judging by the result, it wasn't good enough.

Ajax easily picked you up in his arms. First he looked at your half-conscious face. When his eyes revealed no injuries or frostbite, he chuckled contentedly.

- Let's get you out of here. It will be a miracle if you don't get sick after that. I know how much you like our games, but I'm seriously asking you. Don't bring it to injuries. - The last words were spoken in a serious tone.

You don't remember what happened next. Just a wonderful dream from a previous life. A warm breeze played with your hair when you were flying a kite in the form of a child. Mom and Dad were sitting next to each other. They have the same peaceful smiles on their faces as you remember them. For some reason, my heart felt so painful and anxious. The kite flew out of the hands of an already adult girl when a thunderstorm was approaching in the sky. The place where your parents were sitting is empty. Loneliness consumed you and then you remembered.

His eyes flew open, staring at the ceiling. It turned out that the tears were real. Ragged breathing broke the silence in the room. You're here again. It would have been better to die in that snowdrift than to come back here again.

How did it all start? Oh, yes, with the news of your wedding. You went to Snezhnaya to meet with Child's family. He was obviously glad that he had already taken his fiancee with him. It seemed to you that all this was more like a performance than a real marriage of two lovers. Moreover, it's unexpected, but it couldn't be any other way. If only recruitment into the ranks of Fatui. So, Child is yours in every way, but at what cost?

After your wedding, his chains seemed to fall off, opening the way to you. He was weird before, but now he seems to have turned into a real obsessive maniac. When you arrived at this establishment, the dressing room was already filled with your new clothes. Although you never mentioned your size. Okay, winter clothes, you've never had them, but you have everything from outerwear to underwear. You doubtfully decided to omit this point because Child has always been generous. Perhaps someone convinced him to prepare for your arrival. There's nothing wrong with that.

Child's family turned out to be exactly what he was talking about. A real big family with loving parents and siblings. They welcomed you warmly. The mother's eyes showed that she was afraid for her child's future. Now that he has you, will he be able to temper his ardor? From that moment on, Child wanted to hear his real name, Ajax, from your mouth.

You did not stay in your parents' house, because you had your own corner, albeit temporary. Until the next departure on the harbinger's assignment. Naturally, you will have to go with him. The trip can take from several months.

"If I'm far enough away, how can I protect you?" Besides, Fatui are not particularly friendly. Leaving an angel like you with them is fraught with bad consequences for your psyche. Or there will be some idiot who will fall in love with you, and I would not like that.

You had no choice but to agree. Moreover, the trip will not hurt anyone. If he is traveling for work, then you can relax in peace, enjoying this or that country. But something was still wrong. For some reason, my soul is not at ease from the presence of your spouse. Maybe it's because of his grip, which is getting heavier and lingers longer than usual. Maybe his eyes are as dark as the depth itself, which scan your every move. His awareness of your life was terrifying. Yes, you were friends, but you were careful with him and never told him unnecessary information. I really want to get my old life back.

Ajax looked into your shared bedroom, thinking you were asleep. When he saw your open eyes, a smile appeared on his face.

- Thank the archons, you have woken up. The doctor has come to examine you. He claims that your health is not in danger, but strongly recommends that you no longer go out in light clothes. I had to tell him that you were sleepwalking, which is why you ended up on the street almost naked.

Of course he lied. What kind of crazy person would even decide to run away from her own husband in a snowstorm in the woods?

- Child, let me go.

His eyes instantly darkened. The figure of Childe looms over you, leaning on the hand that he brought to your face. "First of all, my name is Ajax. Secondly, it is impossible, given our circumstances."

- Then maybe I should die." Not really, but just to fake his death.

He chuckled when he heard your suggestion. - " Did you really decide to leave me all alone when you and I got married?"

There are tears in your eyes. There was nothing you could do but convince him.

- You've done a lot of bad things to me. You've made my life a living hell. Everyone I loved is dead. And it's all your fault.

He grunted in displeasure, looking away. "Do you really blame me for the death of your family? I told you what happens when one of the Fatwa members turns traitor. I didn't know until one of the soldiers reported the location of the deserters' hideout. Who would have thought that your parents were one of them? Is that the only reason you decided to run away? When did we come all this way together?"

You pursed your lips. His words accused you of doing it because of a little tantrum. Like a child who was not allowed to do something, and he took it with hostility. It's a shame.

It seems that fate itself is waiting for you, revealing the dark side of Ajax, as it should be. Some time ago, one of the employees came across you dropping reports. When he quickly disappeared apologetically, you noticed another piece of paper that had fallen behind a large flower during your encounter. You wanted to catch up with him, but your eyes noticed something much more interesting. The report clearly states who died at the hands of the organization and for what. The names of people I knew seemed to glow on the paper in red ink, and most importantly, who exactly started this operation was your husband. It looks more like a betrayal than an accident. If he was planning to commit genocide in your village, then what the hell does he need you for? Questions raced through my mind. It feels like you're going crazy. There is a clear line between the concept of "lying for good" and just lying. But what Child did was a real scam.

Considering that you are now surrounded by snow-capped mountains and forests, there is no direct exit from here. Are you trapped and with whom? Someone who buried your past with his own hands. If you go anywhere, you will be guarded. With such soldiers, you need to be practically invisible to slip away unnoticed. It seems that the cryo archon itself has taken you into its cold hands, despite its blessing of the cryo archon. There is only one thing left - to go to certain death....But this idea also failed.

Ajax tried to calm you down somehow by stroking your head. It's all about love. Yes, it's love. From your first meeting, you naively relied on Childe, knowing nothing about Li Yue, as if you were already connected. He remembered his younger brother, Teucer. Curiosity, naivety and a desire to live in a bright world accurately described your condition. The great similarity between you has activated the role of protector in the harbinger's soul. Your face sometimes took on a childish expression rather than an adult one, like other residents of Li Yue. This is a city of contracts, where everyone has an idea about finance, business, and so on. It is not difficult to see visitors, especially those who do not understand anything about society. It's like being born in a safe cocoon and being thrown into this dirty, cruel world.

He immediately noticed the snow roots in your face, behavior and manner of speech. It remains only to find out whose fruit of love you are. Imagine his surprise when the soldier sent your relatives in search of you. He talked about people who live in a small hidden village located in the middle of nowhere. In fact, these are the disappeared Statues. Each of them had some kind of tragedy behind them. From death in the clutches of one of the monsters to death as a result of natural disasters. Who had the imagination for what. His breath caught in his throat. Isn't this a great chance to win your heart? This is a great opportunity to make it clear what will happen if your family somehow deprives him of the opportunity to be with you. That was the plan-just to get to know each other better. But the former Fatui had other thoughts on this matter. They decided to fight for their existence, someone tried to escape. When he personally plunged the water blade into your father's body, your mother just stared, losing all hope. You and she really have something in common in your face. They didn't acknowledge your existence. It seemed like they didn't have a daughter, but what they left behind proved the exact opposite. Your room is tiny compared to what he can give you. Your clothes smelled like you, as if they had been taken off recently. He took away almost everything that reminded him of you. When Tartaglia turned to the still-warm bodies, a glint on the woman's finger caught his attention. A silver snowflake ring. This decoration will be a good addition to your love.

He sighed blissfully. Now there are no obstacles to creating your cozy nest. All that remains is to protect you from the Queen's influence. She'll be glad to see a soldier with his cryo element. But all this was not for her, but for Childe.

- I won't give it to anyone...

He is afraid of losing you, as well as his family, because of Fatua, because of the queen. They are all dangerous to you. Tartaglia specifically develops strength in order to protect her loved ones, but in your case this will not be enough. It will take a trick. Only marriage remains. Yes, this is what you need. You didn't realize at all that you grew up among traitors. Child, on the contrary, saved you from their influence. Fortunately, his nonsense reached the ears of the ruler. She blessed your marriage. That was enough to take you under my wing. The most important thing is that you don't find out the whole truth. That's what he thought until today.

Something was wrong. Your face didn't show its old smile during his departure. My gut was bothering me. When Ajax came home, you weren't there. You just disappeared. When he went outside, panic seized him. There was no one in the yard. "Where the hell are all the employees?! Why isn't anyone looking out for her?!"

When the guy didn't find you, he was overcome by a feeling of anger mixed with madness. He started laughing out loud. He couldn't even save one jewel. Calming down, Child began to act. Even if you left, you wouldn't be able to get far in such a storm. There were footprints in the snow. Your footprints. The panic began to recede, but there are many dangers in the forest. Plus, if you add a snowstorm. Unless you die of frostbite...

He was happy that you were alive. For some reason, you don't want to see him anymore.

"You know, I risked my life to save you. Do you have any idea what I'm like? Taking care of my family is part of my responsibilities, and now you've become a part of them too. All my life, I've done everything just for the people I love. Don't I deserve the same love from you?

His desperate thoughts surprised you. Until the Fatuis noticed your presence, they sometimes talked about Ajax as a killing machine. They were afraid of him. But this is not a monster in front of you right now. This is a man with his own fears and desires.

And here it is again. The feeling of guilt overwhelmed you. He's doing it on purpose! How many times have you fallen for his manipulations, but if you think about it, that's how it is. He protects you, pays for everything necessary for your comfort. If you weigh the scales, then his side will be heavier than yours. But his love is scary and obsessive.

You groaned in displeasure. My head is about to explode from so many contradictions. One person has just appeared in your life, and has already caused so many problems.

"I-I can't leave you, no matter what.... - Tears started flowing from your eyes. You're desperate.- I do not know what to do. It hurts me, I'm scared. You are guilty and at the same time not guilty at all. Why is all this happening to me? I wanted to live freely, like an ordinary person. To look at the stars when I can't sleep, to get up early because of workdays. There are all sorts of goodies, and when the weather is very warm, go to the sea. But none of this makes sense right now. Because of the connection with you, I feel like a puppet who is controlled the way they want...

Emotions have enveloped you. You burst into tears, having no idea how to continue living. Ajax lay down next to you and hugged you. Who knew that your tears are so exciting? His arms wrapped around your sniffling face as your lips closed with each other. His tongue found its way into your mouth without difficulty.

You were so preoccupied with your grief that you didn't notice how the light nightgown was slipping down. His hands started wandering over your body. The kissing tracks first marked the chin until they were at the level of the collarbones.

You exhaled when you felt a big cold hand squeeze your chest. Fingers squeezed the hardened nipples, playing with them. Ajax, for the sake of keeping warm, did not take off his clothes, continuing to descend lower and lower over your body.

Wait, what are you doing? - You realized his actions when Ajax started pulling off your white lace panties. His personal gift.

- Isn't it time for us to fulfill our marital duty? I'll prove to you how much I care about you. He licked his lips, admiring your entrance. He just wanted to taste her. His tongue began to wander over sensitive lips, penetrating inside. Whatever your taste is, it's divine, and now it all belongs to Ajax.

You tried to restrain your moans, feeling how pleasant it becomes in the lower abdomen from your husband's courtship. It feels like a knot is being tied inside. Your hand tried to pull his head away from your vagina, but Child wrapped his arms tightly around your legs for support, not allowing you to move an inch. He clung like an animal, absorbing any secretions. And now you are already standing at the aisle, breathing becomes heavier, the rhythm is faster and, finally, liberation.

With a loud groan, you sank onto the pillow. The blood was throbbing in his temples. It was so nice. The blanket with Childe rose above you. His chin was covered with wet tracks, and his tongue was defiantly licking everything off his fingers.

- Look what you've done. If you didn't love me, this wouldn't have happened. "Your face is red from his teasing.

"Are you kidding me again?" I can leave if you don't finish!

He just giggled at your threat. - "Well, no, since we started, we need to finish."

You felt something hard pressing between your legs. " Do you feel it? This is the fruit of my love. He's only like this because of you, silly. He must be deep inside you for us to finally connect."

You were scared. "It will be unpleasant for me. And if it hurts?"

-Shh, I'll be careful not to do that. - Ajax kissed your forehead, soothing you.

You closed your eyes, listening to him unzip the zipper. Something solid began to invade your space, which caused an unpleasant stretching. You suffered a little discomfort clutching the blanket in your hands. There was a groan from Child.

- God, it's so tight. My dear, you have received me so well. I entered almost completely.

His lips pressed against yours as he began to move slowly. His arms wrap around yours without opening them. After a while, the discomfort was replaced by pleasant tremors. The rhythm became even faster, accompanied by moans in your mouths. The room was filled with heat, moans, and skin-to-skin patting. A knot began to form in my stomach again. Ajax pulled away from you, forming a bridge of saliva between you. His eyes looked into yours with love, his cheeks were covered with blush. He hugged you again, moaning right in your ear.

- I love you, I love you so much. You have no idea how long I've wanted this!

He didn't mention that his patience could have broken down much earlier. How he wanted to kiss you, put you on his desk, spread your legs and enter. To taste you. These thoughts made his groan louder. At one point, you both froze, freeing yourself. His white milk mixed with the secretions inside you. You were breathing heavily, calming your breathing, when you felt the tremors resume.

- what? Isn't that all?

Ajax looked excited, and hearts seemed to appear in his eyes. "But we didn't fully enjoy it! I want more. You can't refuse me, can you? I've done so much for you."

It was more than once. You've already stopped counting the number of orgasms. He started all over again anyway, changing his position one by one.

Almost in the morning you were lying unconscious, hugging each other tightly. Ajax opened his eyes for a moment, listening to your measured breathing. He did everything to make you lose your strength for something. The guy hoped that your thoughts would now be directed in his direction, and not be sad about the death of your family. He is ready to please at least every day, for the sake of your love. You're not going to get anywhere anyway. Maybe if you create your own family, you won't torment yourself with the past anymore?

Ajax sighed blissfully and kissed your forehead. He got comfortable, hugged you tighter and plunged into the land of Morpheus.

[its-calliste]

Susurrat Virtutis | Prologue

Hello! This is my first time ever posting a story in here, and well its very nerve wracking. I just wanna say that english is not my first language, and this is translated from spanish to english. This is cross posted on wattpad and Ao3 under the same name. The format is not the best so bear with me while i figure everything out. Tips, comments and hearts are appreciated!

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"Only the dead have seen the end of the war." —George Santayana, 1922

What is war from the perspective of a small child? For [Name], war was something that could not touch that village she called home, in that place where its residents knew each other well, where everyone knew who was who, who was married to whom, whose children were whose and who were friends with who, in that place it was impossible for the war to come. But [Name] was but a small child, one which didn't know what lay beyond her village.

"I still think it's a bad idea to teach [Name] to use a bow" her mother, a woman who had a somewhat traditional mentality, was opposed to her only daughter learning to use such a savage weapon.

"Maybe in some future it will be useful for her to know how to use it" her father had taught her how to use the bow since she was about 6 years old. She didn't know the reason why, every time she would ask he would always answer with the same "it will be useful to know."

[Name] listened to her parents having the same conversation they had every time she and her father went hunting in the forest that surrounded the village. She listened to it a little bit more until she got bored and left her position by the door to walk through the garden that her mother cared for.

It was a day like any other, the residents of the village went out to wash their clothes, tend to their lands or the animals, and the children got together to play. She on the other hand did not dare to join them. She feared that she would be rejected by the same boys who played at being warriors and fighting each other as one.

Her father had taught her to use a sword when she turned 10, so she was not afraid of being beaten by the other children. So she went with the girls who remained a few steps away from them, sitting and leaning on the fences that kept the sheep inside. They watched as they hit each other, bruises quickly appearing on their faces and arms.

This is how [name] spent the day playing with those who did not reject and judge her.

(...)

"Can you tell me another story of your adventures?" she asked her father, the dim light of the candle burning by her dresser illuminated the small room, she was lying in her bed with several blankets and furs from animals they had hunted together. Her father settled next to her

"again? I thought I had already told you everything, why don't I tell you when I married your mother instead? Your grandfather was really angry!" He laughed by just remembering it. Father and daughter turned towards the door when they saw movement.

Her mother came in with a basket in her arms "didn't you say you were scared when my father almost stabbed you with his sword?" she asked, looking at her husband in disbelief; The aforementioned man made a surprised face.

Her father was about to respond when they heard several knocks on the door, followed by several shouts of his name "Gjord, Gjord, Gjord!" Like a mantra, he continued until finally her father stood up and opened the door.

"What the hell got you so worked up for?" That man began to explain to him in a way that he did not understand at all, it was not until Gjord looked behind that man and managed to realize what was happening.

Several houses were burning, blood in some of them, and several men carrying shields, spears, swords, axes, and bows, ran around murdering the villagers of that once peaceful place.

[Name] couldn't hear what was happening well, she watched as her father entered the house again, as he whispered something to her mother and left the house again. Her mother entered her room minutes later, took [name] by her arm and took her to their room, moving the bed to the side showing a small hole in the wall. Her mother didn't explain anything, she just took [name] by the shoulders and looked at her with a sad expression. She opened her mouth.

"Listen to me, whatever sound you hear, don't leave this place, I don't want you to make any noise, when dawn comes, run out to the forest" her mother released her to open a chest, gave her a dagger, and her a sword that she once saw her father wield "You know those woods better than anyone, run to the nearest town you know and ask for help"

"Mom" she felt like she was about to cry. She couldn't understand what was happening. "where will you hide? And what about dad?"

"Don't worry about me, okay?" Her mother caressed both of her cheeks with her thumb; holding her small face "no matter what happens, you have to leave"

The next thing happened so fast that she couldn't understand what was happening. They heard a sound by the door, her mother pushing her into the hole. She moved the bed so that it would hide [name's] body from whoever was attacking this place.

She heard those intruders scream, then her mother shouting something and finally steps going far from where she was, those people behind her, and then silence.

(...)

She really didn't know how much time had passed, but she stayed in that hiding place for a long time, pushed the bed with all her strength and came out, abandoning the sword and dagger behind.

"Mom?" With a weak voice she called out to nowhere, she searched all the rooms of the house but found no one. She then went outside, looking around at what was once a beautiful place now reduced only to ashes of what were houses, how the air carried with it the smell of blood and burnt flesh. Bodies lying around of some villagers and unknown men wearing some type of helmet made of metal and wearing dark cloaks.

This moment, the moment when she stood alone for the first time, would remain etched in her memory for the rest of her life.

The small girl, only 12 years old, left her house, with a bow and arrows on her back, on her left side her father's sword and on her right the dagger that accompanied it. It was a little heavy but it was comforting to have something that reminded her of her father by her side. She took the small bag that her mother had made for her and filled it with some food, medicine, and bandages to begin the journey to the nearest village.

(...)

It was easier to talk about traveling alone and finding the village than to try and do it. She couldn't really tell how much it took to get to this small fishing village. She was hoping to stay there, but she was sure no one would help a girl who came from a village that had just recently been attacked.

So with the little money she had left she paid a merchant to take her across the sea to another village. About 13 days later, she found another village, still not daring to leave the edge of the forest. That's how it became easy to spot the ship that was slowly approaching said village.

She didn't really know English, couldn't tell anyone of the approaching attack but that wasn't really the reason. She just didn't want to die, that was the simple answer.

However she did notice a young boy, -perhaps her own age- watching a woman being murdered in front of him. And that's when she didn't hesitate to run for it.

Maybe she saw his sad look, something that made her see herself reflected in him. It was the push that made her try to pull him by the arm with desperate screams, shouting at him in the only language she knew."We have to get out of here!" was the first thing she screamed, the boy tried to get her off of him but [Name] simply refused to let go.

This is how they remained until the scream of the  people near them stopped, they were quickly surrounded by men larger than the two of them. A man with blonde hair, wearing some type of black armor approached them.

"What is this?" He asked when approaching the small children "did you get lost?" He didn't seem worried, rather he was asking in an amused tone.

[Name] realized that the man had spoken norse. "I..I, my house was attacked... I have traveled here in search of them," she said between cuts, without realizing it she was squeezing the other child's hand.

The boy was simply watching the interaction happening in front of him. She knew that these people were like those who had attacked her village. But it wasn't them, for some reason she knew it wasn't them. So with a lot of confidence as to not seem weak she asked "could you take me to the Faroe Islands? My family…I have family there"

That man laughed, causing the other men who had heard her question to follow him. After a few seconds of [name] being confused, the man suddenly stopped "the people in the  Faroe village are dead. We murdered them ourselves 6 years ago"

The girl did not know how to react to such news. She was ready to offer her weaponry if it meant getting to her family and finally being safe.

"Tell me girl," the man spoke again, "do you know how to use that?" He pointed to the sword at her side.

[Name] raised her head and looked him in the eyes. Nodding quickly, "my father taught me how to use it, the bow too…." SHe took a step forward.

The man smiled. “My name is Askeladd son of Olaf, what is your name?”

"My name is [Name] daughter of Gjord!" She answered loudly, "sir, please let me join your group!" The boy behind him tensed his shoulders. He stared at that girl in disbelief.

(...)

[Name] could see how the seagulls flew above that ship, how the waves moved in the vast ocean. From the back of the ship she could see how all the members of that band of pirates worked together to make the ship move, while their leader simply looked ahead.

Another taller man stood next to him. For some reason that man called Askeladd agreed to let her join his group of pirates. Many of its members complained about letting a girl join, apparently the boy who had tried to help was part of the band too. Although it seemed that he hated his companions.

He was in the back with [name], not saying a word or even addressing her.

"Uhm" she approached him making a small noise hoping to get his attention "my name is [Name]" she smiled at him "could I know yours?"

That boy looked at her for a few seconds, and without looking at her he responded "Thorfinn..."

[Name]'s eyes lit up, smiling even more. “It's nice to meet you Thorfinn!”

This was the beginning of [Name] story and another page of Thorfinn's.

[skxllz]

let me tell y'all what pisses me off about the shameless fandom.

people constantly downplay my man lip. “ he's an asshole ”, “ he's way too harsh on fiona ”, “ he dragged fiona down but then got an alcohol addiction ”

like let me sit y'all down in several seats, cause y'all play an emotional hand instead of the logical one when it comes to lip. lip is a LOGICAL thinker, which is why the last thing he's gonna think about is babying a grown ass woman or man when they're in the wrong.

I can admit, lip can be a dick. but when it came to him putting fiona in her place? he was in the right.

“ give her a break she's raised 6 kids since she was 9 ” lip may have been late to the party, but he also stepped up in that matter. did you forget what Ian said? lip was the only one that cared enough to find his toy at the age of fucking seven, SEVEN- walked over 80 miles to and back just to get that damn toy, called the police and everything cause he cared about his brother. fiona is not the only one that took care of them, she was just the oldest and understood more so she was forced to take on the mother role.

secondly, let's not forget fiona almost killed liam. “ it was an accident ” why should a grown ass woman be told to watch HER drugs when a child is in the same house? why would she even have them in the same house as him? she shouldn't have.

and the scene where the food burned really bad to where the house smoked up cause she was drinking. lip was NOT wrong to think of his siblings first. he stepped up, just like fiona had time and time again with her parents. but he's wrong, right? cuase it's his sister and he should fucking feel bad? cry me a river.

as for him getting addicted, he had no choice in the matter. addiction is NOT a choice especially if it runs in family genes, you're more prone to following in their steps because of that. lip and fiona both were put in shitty positions because of their parents and living situation which is why they went down dark paths. In the end though, they both made it out. maybe fiona was after lip, but she STILL got addicted to alcohol like he did and used drugs, yet I see no one inputting that information in anywhere.

lip witnessed his father drink and do drugs; he witnessed his mother do drugs, downfall from bipolar disorder and then up and ditch them like it was nothing. he then watched his sister fall into the same pattern, along with witnessed his younger brother go through the same shit his mother did. do not fault him for living through some traumatic ass shit.

I'm ending it with this statement; before you judge someone, put yourself in their shoes. lip may be a fictional character, but he was very much put as a reflection to a real person that lives through that shit every day.

[vibratingskull]

Mermaid!Thrawn x f!reader part 6

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Well, let’s just say your mother didn’t appreciate you coming back drenched to the bones in her home. For that you earned 3 months without the right of going out except for college and work, with a tracking app on your phone as a bonus. Seriously?

But today is the day your punishment is lifted, so you pedal like a maniac in the street of your small town to the library, texting Eli on the way. You roll along the cliff, near the chasm to admire the ocean as you ride your bike, you inhale the scent of ocean spray as you hurtle down the hill. Today will be a good day!

“So what do you search for exactly?” Eli asks, putting the microfilm in his reader, “I’m searching for articles on the death of the priests.” you explain, he stops mid-movement to look you dead in the eyes “You mean about this story my great uncle told you about?”, you nod and he sighs “Why?”, “I’m taking interest in true crimes lately, I just want to see if it could make a good episode to tell.” you lie. He sighs again but helps you nonetheless.

You spent around 3 hours searching through the archived articles of the gazette but found nothing potent, you press your lips into a thin line, disappointed, “The Gazette is more right-leaning, surely they would have talked about an incident at church…” he whispers, “Maybe the church opposed to the idea?”, “And lose an opportunity to play martyrs? Surely not!” Eli counters “We must have missed something.” You go back to your microfilms with more focus and it pays off! One hour later you got something

“Look at that! It says a gang of rioters put the town upside down on the night of the 6th, they tried to penetrate into habitants homes several times and even abducted an infant following “the incident at church” of the day prior,” “You think this is it?” he wonders, “The dates could match!”, “What happened next?”, “The parents fought off the abductors and saved their child, but it suffered grave cuts on the chest and back. They had to go to the hospital. The gang disappeared in an unknown location towards the sea.”,“Huh… Funny.” Eli comments. He doesn’t understand, it only makes sense to you for now. You change microfilms on your machine “Help me find the one published at this date, it should confirm my suspicions.” but impossible to find it. “You’re sure we got all the microfilms?” Eli asks suspiciously, “Yeah… I helped the librarian, there wasn’t any other box of microfilms.” then why one edition was missing? “You think the archives are incomplete?”, “That would surprise me a lot! You know how old towns love their archives.” he laughs. You bite your lips pensively, why does it have to be especially this one? Especially the one that could confirm the date and the incident. Crap! Is it a coincidence?

You rummage through all the microfilms, to no avail. You have to come to your sense : this edition is definitely lost. “Don’t be like that” Eli tries to cheer you up “I know! The University got a club of journalism, no? We could try their archives!” You nod feebly as you walk out the library, disappointed. Eli circles your shoulders with his arm “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was so close to your heart. It is a new hobby of yours?”, “Well you know how my mother hate when I paint. She threw all my art furniture in the bins after an argument one month ago…”, “Even the merman you were painting?” your heart pinch at that memory “Yeah, even this one… She knew I put a lot of my heart in this one…” Sometimes you can’t wait until you gather enough money to run away to the city and away from your family…

“Say… You know what could clear your spirit?” He proposes “Coming to church with me!” Eli smiles broadly. You gauge him up and down not amused “You know I would burn as soon as I step foot into the buildings? I’m an impious harlot, remember?” He winces and joins his hands together “Please… Don’t let me go alone… The new priest is terrifying!” he begs you with his eyes. You look at him with a light grin. Fearless Eli who would face up an ouragan on his fish boat is trembling before a man? You can’t miss that! “Alright, but only because it’s you.” you squeeze him back.

You sit down on the bench of the church, it feels more fresh inside! You tend to forget Eli’s family is pretty religious. Except his grand uncle. You always stayed together outside of church while Eli’s inside when you were young. He told you fairy tales and legends, your parents trusted him to take care of you during this one hour outside of Eli’s parent supervision.

When you rise your head to the altar  you understand what Eli’s meaned by terrifying. Perched up, judging everyone and their sins is Priest Tarkin, as cold as ever. You lower your gaze as your eyes meet, you realize everyone do the same. Nobody dares looking him in the eyes. You wanna whisper something to Eli but he’s already praying next to you, eyes closed shut, hand clasped before him, so you remain silent, looking at your feet. You discretely let your gaze navigate the room as Tarkin starts the mass to pass time.

And you froze.

Here… On the other side of the room, a few rows before yours… The gang that hunts Thrawn!

Eli yawns deeply, clearly not pleased to be on a bark at this hour of the night. “Tell me again why I accepted to follow you?”, “Because it will be worth it” you simply respond by paddling further away. He begrudgingly follows.

When you’re far enough you stop and take out your ukulele and start singing under Eli’s wide, confused eyes. He remains silent for 20 minutes and then explodes. “You have talent, I’ll give you that! But if you wanted to give me a show, my room would have been as good! and less cold.” He almost sneezes. But you don’t listen to him, you lean overboard and tap water to create waves.

You hope he will come

Surely he will come…

You then feel a claw grazing your palm and two red orbs under water. “Hi, Thrawn! Would you please hop on the bark? I got someone I would like you to meet.”, “Who are you talking to?” Eli grumbles, hugging himself in the cold “Fishes?”. 

You shout him a smile and take Thrawn's hand to help him on the bark. He jumps in easily and sits in like a king, slouching with his tail resting in water, floating lazily. You turn towards Eli with hope. He looks at Thrawn with round eyes and a mouth agape. Thrawn looks back to him with a thin smirk. Eli remains silent before finally speaking “What the fuck is that?”, “Not what: who! Eli I present you Thrawn. Thrawn, Eli.” Thrawn immediately leans towards him with his hand extended to him like you teached him. Eli jolt away. “Santa Maria, It moves!”, “Yes he moves, he’s a living being” you tempers, a bit annoyed “Isn’t he marvelous?” Eli gulps, eyes fixed on the claws of Thrawn’s hand “Seriously, who the fuck is this?”. “He’s my friend!” you exclaim joyfully, Eli cross himself “You’re friend with a monster?” he asks, utterly terrified. “He’s not a monster” you protest “he’s a person!”, “I’m sorry, I don’t know any person with claws, a tail and shark teeth!” he counters. Touché! You wince “He’s a sensible person with sentiments, you’ll see when you’ll know him better. Come closer! He won’t bite!” Eli remains still “Come on, shake his hand!” you encourage. Eli tentatively extends his hand, shake it with Thrawn and takes it back as quickly. “So? What do you think?” you shout, full of excitement. “I… I don’t know…”, “What? Aren’t you excited?! Isn’t it incredible? I mean, he’s a merman! A goddamn merman!”, “Incredible, that’s for sure…” He gulps “Listen… I think I will head home.” He takes his paddles, “You… You don’t stay?” you ask, your hopes getting crushed. “No… No, I’ve got a long day tomorrow, I … I’ll call you later, okay?” and he paddles away.

You look at him disappearing in the horizon, all of your excitement melting like ice under the sun. You turn to Thrawn who observed you both behind his folded hands with an embarrassed smile “I’m sorry it happened like that. I swear he’s a great guy!” You defend Eli, Thrawn tilts his head “He’s just… He’ll need a bit of time I think.” you murmur “I shouldn’t have thrown it to his face like that…” you sigh, saddened.

Thrawn remains silent, looking at you intently. You shake yourself up and offer him a smile “Let’s not talk about that!” you take out your little white board, some markers and your sign language book “I’ve find something for you to understand me better!” you laugh.

“It is quite useless. I understand you well.”

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(Collection of Dabi and Geten caring for each other. First collection has Geten helping Dabi put a staple back in his face.)

Geten: Blue Flame, is this yours? It fell off you.

Dabi: *opens jaws* Just put it back on, Geten.

Geten: Hmm..crouch down. Doesn't it hurt?

Dabi: Well...I forgot how to feel pain.

(Caption might say: To Dabi's aid. "I don't feel bad Geten Dear.")

Geten: Don't bite.

Dabi: *sucks*

Geten: .....*grunts in concentration*

Geten: HOTTTTT....OWWWW!!

Dabi: *mumbles* Fleblehbleh...

Geten: -So that's why the staple came out. Are you someone who bites the inside of your mouth? Your blood is hot!

*chews him out*

“I’m glad it was me the blood got on!!! I didn’t have to taste the stew of human flesh!!!! (Like you) Are you trying to stay hydrated with that!?!! Are you an idiot!?!?! Do you want to be stuffed with ice!?!?!

Dabi: I don't want you to get too familiar doing this for me.

Geten: *calms down* Familiar?

Dabi: Come on, come on! Hurry up and do it already!

Dabi: I'm starting to black out. Please hold me up.

Geten: What...?

Dabi: Hey, it's cold. What was it like?

Geten: Done right. Are you crying?

Where Geten gives himself severe frostbite during training. Dabi teases him, calling him a good girl and accusing him of acting like a child.

(-And maybe Geten hurt himself in defense of Dabi the way his mother would defend him and all his siblings. Endeavor gets a pang and asks if Dabi found someone new)

Geten: *freezing Dabi and daring him to use his fire against him in training*

Are you afraid of burning yourself, Blue Flame? Wow, that's scary.

Don't insult me. If you can, turn to ashes and show me.

If you let go, my ice that keeps making you crawl will kill you in an instant.

(Caption at Bottom:) Is this the last hero anime?

Frostbite and Burns.

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