#p: back alley run ins

[dyli-dadi3]

Knotting

Chris thought you two were the bestest of buds, two peas in a pod... Well, he isn't technically wrong... there is a p in a pod...

Tags: smut (p in v), knotting, mating, riding, hybrid animals (both puppies), mounting, getting caught.

Ever since that shit with Wesker and Jill back in Africa, Chris hasn’t been able to relax. He tosses and turns at night, plagued with the face of Jill, of all the citizens he had to kill just because they were robbed of their humanity. The whole debacle had left him feeling incredibly lonely and filled with the overwhelming sensation that he was never fully alone. Every time he closed his eyes, even for a second, it was like he was in Africa all over again. It got to the point where his coworkers had noticed.

—

“Hey, Chris, you’ve been acting off, lately. " One late night, a guy in HR spoke up when he decided to stay and mess with the thick stack of paperwork that was growing on his desk. 

“Really?” Chris mumbled the words, more interested in the hissing of the coffee machine that was currently spewing out the liquid gold he needed. The sound was familiar to him, something that wasn’t the screams of pain and despair that he also got familiar with.

“Yeah, it’s like you’ve been distancing yourself. It’s making your paperwork late.” The little shit huffed, crossing his arms. 

Of course, he didn’t care about him, he was just there to ensure his performance was running at full speed. Not like he expected anything else, that’s why he never really talked to the guy. He just partook in the mandatory check-ins to say what is going good and bad in management, only for nothing to be changed because it isn’t “important.” He learned pretty quickly that the BSAA was good for one thing and one thing only, fighting bioterrorism. As long as there was some new monstrosity to humans running amok, their agent’s mental health could wait. 

“I hadn’t noticed,” Chris muttered, grabbing the steaming pot of instant coffee and poring it into his mug that was printed with the BSAA logo. 

“You know, I think you’re due for some company,” The guy said thoughtfully. What was his actual name again? Todd? Tom? I think it was Tom…

“How I spend my very limited free time isn’t your problem,” Chris said flatly, finally looking up at Tom. “And besides, I don’t have time to foster a new relationship.”

“Oh, I’m not talking about that,” Tim said, smiling at him like it was some kind of joke. 

I don’t have the time or patience for this.

“I’m thinking like a pet or something. Animals have been used for therapy forever. I think you need something to soften up that rough exterior of yours.” Ted chuckled, bringing his hand up to shove Chris’ shoulder. He just took a step back.

“…”

“If I can’t deal with a relationship, what makes you think that I can take care of a whole other life?” Chris huffed to save the man some embarrassment. Man, this guy was denser than that loaf of banana bread he tried to make for Jill when she joined S.T.A.R.S. with him.

“Geez, man, are you dense? I swear you live under a rock…” Timmy sighed.

Are you serious…?

“Haven’t you heard? Those new ‘hybrid’ things are all the craze right now.” If they’re being described as things, it can’t be good. “They’re humans, but animals.”

Chris raised his eyebrow at this. “First of all, how is that even possible? And second, why hasn’t the BSAA or government in general shut that down?”

“Well, the guy who was originally splicing all that DNA was arrested, but they couldn’t just kill the little fellows he made, so they put them up for sale. Not everyone could care for their new pet slash human baby, so some got loose and bred like rabbits. They’re everywhere now. Are you seriously telling me you haven’t seen one yet? News? Alley? Other friends?” Billy said.

Chris paused. “You’re telling me that there’s half animal, half-human creatures walking around the city?” The image in his mind was horrific.

“Yeah, they’re kind of cute, cute like a kid and a puppy at the same time,” Ben said with a smile. “But anyways,  brought it up ‘cause I think you’d do good with one. They’re easier to train than animals and can do all the same things we can, so you won’t feel bad for leaving them when you’re out doing that bioterrorism stuff. Brady has one.” 

“Who?” He knew a Brad once.

“...Brady? He sits right across from you.” Oh right, toupe. “Right, it’s just late,” Chris said, taking a sip of his coffee so he could at least try to properly wrap his mind around the bombshell Bill just dropped on him.

“Yeah, he says she’s the best thing to ever happen to him. But don’t tell his wife he said that.” 

Chris let out a dry chuckle, his mind moving on from the papers he had to do. Maybe he could look up these ‘hybrids’ once he got off of work.

“I’ll think about it.” He said before leaving Ben at the coffee machine.

—

It took way less effort than he expected, the papers quickly being filled out since he was getting more and more eager to find out what these hybrids looked like. If Toupe and Bennie thought they were good, as well as everyone else, they couldn’t be that ugly.

Before he knew it, Chris was sitting at his desk, the word ‘Hybrid’ typed up on his monitor. His finger governs over the enter button. Despite all the admittedly cute descriptions, he still couldn’t shake off the fear that they were just the same as all the bioengineered organisms he fought against. He’s killed his fair share of zombie dogs.

Forgetting the zombie dogs, he had always wanted a regular dog. So he amended his search, changing it to ‘Dog Hybrid’ and hit enter. 

The results were instantaneous, and he had to admit, they were pretty cute. The ones on the top of Google had round faces, chubby cheeks, bright eyes, floppy ears, and bushy tails. He then looked at maintenance. There was already an abundance of forums describing how to take care of them, what to expect depending on the type of species they derived from, and just some silly stories people wanted to share.

He was sold, and before he knew it, he had made an appointment to a shelter that houses hybrids to see if he could find one.

Of course, he always thought of having a tough-looking dog, big and fluffy. What he didn’t expect was to walk up to the front door and be greeted with two pups playfighting in the small enclosure just past the glass display. When he walked in, they both turned to look at him, yipping with pure energy.

He turned his back to them to greet the front lady who had been looking at him. “I’m here for a consultation? Last name Redfield.” 

The lady smiled, walking to the little gate on the side of her to let him in. “Just go down the hall and to the left, there’s a lady there that will help you from there.”

The lady she talked about was very sweet. She didn’t stare at him too long, or ask about his dark eyebags, or even the fact that he didn’t have unstained clothes to wear. She just asked him how much maintenance he was willing to expend for caretaking, as well as some personality inquiries. She said it was to “match him to the perfect pup,” since they only housed dogs.

With that, he was led through so many isles of dog-human things that he didn’t know what to do with himself. Despite the tempting allure of a companion to have when he came back home, it was all a spur-of-the-moment thing. He had yet to accommodate another living being in his house, and the thought of leaving a senior hybrid or puppy alone for long periods was beginning to weigh on his heart all over again.

—

“He was cute!” You said happily, flopping onto Leon’s side. “Imagine what it would be like to be adopted by him.”

It was a pastime for the two of you to look at the people who walked past and theorize about their lives, about what it would be like to be chosen by them. 

“I don’t know, he looks like he could crush my head with his bicep.” Leon grimaced, holding his head.

“Oh, but that’s the fun part!” You giggled, pressing your face to his side as your tail wags behind you. 

“I guess he looked interested.” Leon smiled, pouncing on you to nip at your neck. You squealed, trying to kick him off of you as he tried to pin you down. “Leon, that tickles!” You tried to catch your breath when he finally pulled away to sit down on the padded floor of the display case. “But that’s the fun part!” He said with a mockingly high-pitched tone as he smirked.

You huffed, jumping on top of him as you tried to repay the favor.

—

“I’m sorry, none of them called out to me,” Chris said, walking back to the front as he tried to ignore the pitiful looks of the hybrids he left behind him. Man, this was a bad idea.

“No worries, I’m glad you don’t feel the need to force yourself, we get a lot of people who fold, only to return them weeks later saying that they couldn’t deal with it.” The lady smiled, waving goodbye as Chris entered the front of the shelter again. 

He tried to ignore the way the two of you immediately stopped playing to lean up against the barrier of your enclosure. Both of your tails wagged, and he tried to push out the sound of “He didn’t get anyone! Do you think he came back for us?” coming from your sweet mouth. 

God, this was a bad idea.

“Are the ones in the front available?” He found himself asking the first lady. “Those two?” He awkwardly pointed at the two pups that were climbing over each other now that he specifically pointed them out. 

“I knew it!”

“We’re free!”

“Of course! They sure are the energetic type… Are you sure you’ll be able to handle them?” The lady said softly. He couldn’t blame her, he had answered her caregiving question with low maintenance.

“Don’t listen to her! We’re well-behaved!”

“Yeah! We’re so good!”

“I’m positive that we’ll be fine.” Chris smiled. No, I’m not, but I can’t say no to those cute faces…

“Well then, just sign these papers right right here for adoption, and then they’re all yours.” The lady smiled, reaching underneath her desk to produce two packets of papers. On the top of each of them were your names. The handwriting was messy, but the glitter pen used on yours made him realize that the two of you signed your names yourselves. The realization was heartwarming, and with the revelation, he could see the personality woven into the childish signatures. This was going to end up great.

—

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

God, he couldn’t have been more wrong. The two of you were endless bounds of energy, like two Tasmanian devils living in his flat. He had thought that the two of you were more human than dog, able to have self-control and discipline like Benjamin had said, but he quickly realized that he adopted two puppies that took a liking to chewing up all the shit in his house no matter how many times he said no. 

But he was a man, a stubborn one at that, and he was determined to give the two of you a forever home.

He’s had to put child-proofing on almost all of his furniture and cabinets so that you two didn’t get into his stuff or shred the legs of all his furniture to shit. Eventually, he had to go back to work, where he’d look the two of you in the eye and say “Be good” like a disapproving father before leaving. No matter what was happening at work, his mind was preoccupied with all the things the two of you could be getting up to. He was starting to think of getting a sitter.

When he came home, his blood ran cold. Pained whimpering. Did somebody get hurt? Was someone in danger? 

He rushed into his house, finding the source of his sudden anxiety spark. You. His jaw grew slack as he saw you straddling Leon’s thigh, the poor pup fast asleep as you rutted against him. “Hey!” He gasped, grabbing your arm and pulling you off of him. “No! That’s bad!” He admonished you, his ears aflame as he watched you whine and squirm in his grasp. He didn’t know what to do, and he would rather go back to Africa than see that again.

“N-No, feels good! I feel funny, and it helps.” You huffed, kicking your legs. 

All the ruckus woke up Leon, his eyes fluttering open as his pupils focused on your whining form. “Huh?” He said softly, sniffing the air and leaning in closer. “Dad… She smells sweet, what’s wrong?” he said thoughtfully, bringing his nose to her crotch and sniffing. 

Oh god. “First of all, I told you, I’m not your Dad. Secondly, you need to back up. She’s…sick.” He said tentatively, not wanting to even think about what she’s feeling right now. “Sick?” You said softly, looking up at him with big eyes and a tail between your legs. 

“You’ll be fine; you just need to stay in your room for a bit to cool off; it’ll feel better.” Maybe if she stays alone for a bit, she won’t go into a full-blown heat… 

—

That didn’t work. 

You were fine for a bit, cooling down and reporting that the feeling in your tummy went away, but as soon as he brought you to the same room as Leon, you’d complain all over again. He didn’t know what to do, he read about this, but he supposed that it was his fault for not asking more questions about the… condition the two of you were in. Well, he guessed that he should have asked way more questions.

But these were the cards he was dealt, and he couldn’t keep an eye on you forever, so he left work today with a very serious talk to Leon. “Don’t let her touch you, no matter how much she begs. And if you want to nap, please sleep in your room. Alone.” 

Simple, precise, and direct. Of course, he had already told you about what was happening. That it was completely normal, but that it needed to be controlled. He just hoped that you wouldn’t have to suffer for so long. He was already looking up vets to have you spayed.

—

“Dad said we can’t!” Leon sighed, trying to keep his distance as your sickeningly sweet scent saturated the air around him. He could practically see the way it colored the atmosphere. All pink and flowery and like candy. It made his head spin and cock twitch. Wait, that was new. “But it hurts, Leon! I’m all hot and achey and it’s the only thing that makes me feel better. Don’t you wanna make me feel good?” You pouted, walking closer to him again. Only this time, he didn’t take a step back.

“We’ll be quick, he won’t even know! Dad said it’s normal!” You argued your case, coming in closer and closer. 

“I suppose… You do feel sick.” Leon sighed, sitting down on the couch. You immediately crawled into his lap, whimpering as you pressed your slicked-up pussy against his thigh, the wetness permeating through the pair of soft shorts you wore. Leon groaned, the smell of your arousal making him feel dizzy but good at the same time. “Maybe this isn’t so bad…” He said as you rutted against his thigh. “D-Do you need anything?” He asked, hands hovering over your hips. “You. Oh my god, you smell so good, Leon.” You groaned, burying your nose into his neck and inhaling. 

Leon had no idea what was going on, only that you were sick and maybe he was getting sick, too. His skin felt feverish, and now there was a throbbing in his pants that was becoming increasingly hard to ignore. He was drawn to the scent, not like he needed to be pulled, you were drowning him in it. Choking him with your intoxicating scent that made his hips buck and his mouth water. He knew he should be stopping this before it got too far, but the voice in his head was screaming more, more, more! He groaned, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight hug, pulling you in closer to rut against his erection. 

“Oh god, yes, Leon!” You sobbed, unsure whether to continue indulging in the pleasure of the now or try and soothe the ache deep inside of you. But you had to, the throbbing was borderline painful.

You slipped out of your shorts, tugging his cock out of his sweats. You didn’t know how, but it was like you knew that this was what you needed, the voice in your head yipping in glee. You paused when Leon whimpered, his hips jerking, jolting you up with him. “That feels good, too?” You asked. 

“Yeah, feels good…” He whined, gripping the fat of your hips. Never in his life has he felt this good, like putting ice on a burn, eating watermelon in the hot summer heat, or eating a sandwich after getting out of the pool. All the static in his brain cleared, and all that was left was the overwhelming urge to do something with you. He didn’t know what, but he felt like this was as close as it was going to get.

God, was he wrong. There was something better, and it was called ‘being deep inside your best friend as she bounced on your lap like a professional pogo stick rider.’

He was cussing like a sailor as you engulfed him, everything coming full circle as he realized that this was what he was meant to do for the rest of his life. Nothing else he would ever do would compare. He was sure of it. Your pussy was like a godsend and he couldn’t get enough. He tightened his grip, snapping his hips up into your sopping heat as he pulled you down, trying to get as deep as possible. It wasn’t enough, there was a missing piece. 

You were a trembling mess, clenching around him and making him whine as he tried to go faster, feeling a ball of something wind up in his chest. “O-Oh my god, Leon, I-I feel something.” You gasped as he groaned, shoving the both of you to the ground as he mounted you. He pushed you into the ground as he arched your back, snapping his hips into you at a brutal pace as his voice grew higher and whinier. “M-Me, too. Wan’it.” He whimpered, moving faster, until he nearly screamed, your pussy clamping down on him as you came. He didn't stop, couldn't stop, the need to fuck you overwhelming. But he didn't last much longer. In just moments, he was cumming ropes and ropes of thick cum into your pussy. The whole thing was overstimulating and honestly a little terrifying. All of the dizziness went away, there wasn't a trace of static, nor was there a voice begging for more. He suddenly felt complete, and that was alarming, not to mention the fact that his dick was swelling inside of you. “H-Hey, are you okay?” He said in alarm. Despite your moans, the feeling of stretching your pussy like this made him nervous.

“So good… Feel so much better…” You mumbled into the hardwood, eyes droopy and body like putty. “That's good…” Leon murmured, finally relaxing with your confirmation and tugging you with him as he flopped to the side, spooning you. He stayed still, his body automatically knowing the process. It was as if he was on autopilot. The thought made him chuckle. He was made to please you.

—

Chris dropped all his things at the front door when he saw the two of you fast asleep.

“Shit!”

I love puppy Leon so much it's not even funny. Trust that he will be back for more.

[violetjedisylveon]

Sackaberries and Weird Stormtroopers

Summary: Ezra has a series of run ins with this one oddly behaving stormtrooper.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: not much unless possession is an issue for you.

A/N: Sackaberries I made up, they are based on red currents, I just looked up "berries that grow in prairies" to get the name. I think "saskatoon" is where I got sacka from. Red currents is cause my family had red currents when I was a kid and I really like them.

Also Ahsoka is fucking awesome! I really wanna see a live action Loth-Wolf, it'll be epic!

Rebels Loth-Werewolf AU Masterpost

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Ezra peeked his head out around the corner. There were a lot more storm troopers around now. He felt a growl rumble in his throat as he watched them. He quickly stopped, Mom had given him very clear instructions on what to do around storm troopers, he had to follow them.

He shifted, yet again, his body was tired and achy from staying human so often. But it was what Mom said to do and he was smart enough to follow her instructions. If he was caught like this, he wouldn't get more than a second of thought. He could walk right in front of the storm troopers and they wouldn't even look at him.

His human body was safe.

He kept his head down and walked across the road, towards the alley with the tunnels he used to get around the city.

"Hey!" Someone shouted and he glanced in their direction.

A stormtrooper. Great.

"Yes Mr. Trooper?" He asked, looking up at the human curiously.

The trooper stared at him for a moment like he had forgotten what he was doing. Ezra felt a shift in the air and heard a very faint whisper coming from somewhere.

"Never mind, go about your business, citizen." The trooper ordered.

"Yes sir!" Ezra saluted the trooper.

He chuckled and tossed a couple of credits to him.

"Yeah yeah, go get yourself something, this is a restricted zone now." The trooper told him.

Ezra nodded, clutching the handful of credits tightly in his hands, and turned away. There was white Loth-cat watching him.

He quickly stuffed the credits into his pockets and made for the nearest non restricted tunnel to avoid getting robbed.

The overwhelming stench of the sewers never got better, no matter how much time he spent down here. He only ever tolerated it to get places faster, and to hunt Loth-rats.

The sewers were infested with them, Loth-Cats too. The Loth-Cats never bothered him, not like how they bothered other people who trespassed. They weren't even scared when he was down here unshifted. He had fled into the sewers after his parents had been taken, and hidden with the Loth-Cats from the searching troopers.

Loth-Cats just like Loth-Wolves I guess. He thought.

He made sure to give a few of the friendlier ones pats when they meowed at him for it as he passed through. He carefully watched the ground for any tails or paws in his way and was out of the sewers and heading to his "den" shortly.

The old tower was far enough from the city that the stench and sound didn't bother his sensitive senses, but not too noticeable, to the Empire it was just an old building reclaimed by nature, a bunch of animals and plants had claimed it as their home, as he had done back when Tseebo betrayed him.

He quickly dropped the credits the trooper had given him into his small funds box, cleverly hidden under the floorboards and disguised as a childs stash of knick knacks. Then he emptied his pockets and sifted through what he had managed to steal today.

He had a few stale baked goods that had just so happened to be left out where orphans could easily reach them, and some slightly mushy fruit that had also been left by those citizens who fancied themselves having a heart. He had pickpocketed a decent amount of credits and useful scraps he could sell or tinker with.

All in all, it was a pretty good haul, the money from the trooper would definitely come in handy for his worse days, he might be able to buy some non-perishable rations packs soon. He grabbed a slightly stale piece of bread and began to munch on it.

Trooper seemed odd though. They don't give credits to street rats, they chase us off. He frowned as he ate. It was certainly uncharacteristic.

Well not my problem. He shrugged.

He didn't really have the time to think about things like that, he just took what he was given and was mildly grateful for the kindness some people showed him.

He stored the least perishable foods in the small cupboard he had and finished the rest of the fruit. It was mushy and somewhat slimey, but still worth eating. Mom had taught him not to be picky. His stomach still grumbled at him, even if the edge had been taken off his hunger, he still wanted something more filling, more substantial. His body was growing and demanded proper fuel.

Good protein was hard for him to acquire, unless he got lucky with a Loth-Rat, he didn't eat much meat. He couldn't easily hunt on his own, and stealing from farmers was tricky.

With a soft whimper, he allowed his body to shift back. Relief flooded his tired body at being in its natural state. He flopped onto his small bed and made himself comfortable under the one blanket he had. It was a fairly decent size and kept him warm most nights. He mostly got comfort from it because it smelled like his mom, and that made him feel safe.

He was only safe here in this little den, with his mother's scent covering him.

XXX

Ezra recognized the trooper waving him down.

It was the same man who had given him credits a few days ago.

The trooper had recognized him and approached him, on duty. Troopers never did that. Again, he got a weird feeling about this trooper, something about the man seemed odd.

"Hey, you're that kid from the restricted zone, right?" The trooper asked him.

"Yes sir!" Ezra saluted the man.

"Do you need something?" He asked, glancing around for an adult to pin this trooper on.

The Mirialan baker was out of the question, she always left out good food for him, and would let him take shelter in the back of her shop. She didn't seem to mind that he was a wolf, and he found dark fur around her shop so he easily assumed she was one too.

"Just checking in, the safety and security of our citizens is important." The trooper said.

It sounded forced and unsure. Ezra didn't trust this man. Something was very wrong with him. He smelled off, but if he gave him money again, he wouldn't say no.

"Oh, well I'm doing alright sir." Ezra told the man, swaying on his heels.

"Good. Good." The trooper nodded and glanced around, suddenly very confused or self conscious of something.

Ezra tilted his head to the side.

The trooper suddenly walked away, into the bakery. He ordered something, came back out, and dropped a fresh Sackaberry pastry into his hand, with another handful of credits.

"Well, take care, citizen." The trooper told him before walking off like nothing had happened.

Ezra stared after the misbehaving trooper. He wasn't acting like a trooper, the others were confused by him too, but Enzo wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth and he went on his way.

He saw that white Loth-cat again, lounging in the sun on the baker's window, the critter's blue eyes followed him until he rounded the corner.

Stashing his credits, he took a bite out of the sweet treat he'd been given. His mom loved baking with these berries, and they used to go on all day trips out of the city to collect big batches of them. The sour sweet flavor popped in his mouth. He hadn't had anything this fresh in a while.

It tasted really good.

He went about the rest of his day fairly uneventfully.

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Okay, maybe straight up possession was a bit extreme, but when Kuniya had seen the trooper approach the pup, xe knew xe had to intervene. And it gave xyr a chance to learn about the pup and aid him in subtle ways. Keeping xyr distance was important at this stage, xe couldn't exactly waltz in and make casual conversation to a very distrusting child.

He still senses you. Xe reminded xyrself.

The pup was clever and rightfully wary of the trooper. She didn't want to give him any positive inclination towards the Empire, but troopers were so easy to possess. Practically blank slates.

Xe had no qualms about puppeting the living droids around, but xe did have to trick the others into not noticing the odd behavior.

The Sackaberries weren't exactly subtle, Mira had a certain fondness for them, she loved to eat them and bake with them. They were a bit of a staple for Loth-Wolves, and easy to harvest by the settlers and became a bit of a staple in making cheap, tasty baked goods. Xe hoped the pup was smart enough to know what xe had meant.

Sackaberries were given as a sign of peace and aid. It was a sign that someone was watching out for you.

Kuniya wanted the pup to know xe was looking out for him.

Máni hopped up onto xyr shoulder and nudged xyr cheek, snapping xyr out of xyr thoughts. Kuniya gave the white Loth-cat a couple of chin scratches. Xyr familiar had done well today, Kuniya wanted the pup to associate Máni with good things, and thus, xyrself with good things and hopefully trust xyr when xe revealed xyrself.

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Space Magic go brrr!

Don't mind Kuniya just casually possessing some trooper. They won't get hurt, much, but he'll definitely have one hell of a hangover.

Ahsoka is super fucking epic! I can't wait to see what they do and what I can do with that!

This is the fic where I get to do whatever bs I want and it's super fun cause I get to have characters do sick space magic!

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 487, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, neonatal death

WORDS: 1112

A soft moan escaped my mouth as the song that signaled the end of the concert rang out from the stage. The contractions had slowly edged closer and closer together and now were approximately twenty seven minutes apart.

Baby Violet Marie was coming.

I knew that my husband would speed us to the hospital, calling his doctor niece Ryley on the way and kickstarting our agreed birthing plan- I would be tended for by a team of all females nurses and doctors. I will go in for an ultrasound at once to determine if Baby Violet Marie could be delivered vaginally or if she would need a C-section. From there, I would be taken to either an operating room, or a private room in the maternity ward.

“Mary Claire, do you want to go wait out in the loading bay?” Slitzy asked me. The sweet man had been walking with me instead of capturing the mayhem that usually happened behind the scenes, dedicating his full attention on me. “I think it would be easier for Pete to scoop you up and take you to the hospital.”

“Okay,” I winced, leaning into Elizabeth as she and Katie both came to flank me and take his place. “That sounds like a good idea.”

The girls quickly gathered up their backpacks and dolls before walking with me over to the back exit, where Slitzy unlocked the door and held it open for the five of us to shuffle out of. There was a beat up four door sedan in the backlit alley, a young man in a denim jacket smoking a cigarette. He held his hand up to us in greeting as he finished his smoke, throwing it down and stomping on it before getting into his car.

I saw the face of my childhood rapist smirking at me from the front of his shirt as the car roared loudly before lurching forward towards us.

My mommy instincts automatically kicked in, and I shoved the girls behind me, getting hit by the car so hard that I slammed into the wall behind us.

“HEY!”

Slitzy popped out and began to give chase to the car as it skidded out of the alley, surprising me with how fast he really was as he gave chase to the car, yelling at the top of his lungs.

“Mommy!” Elizabeth was down on her knees next to me. “Katie-”

“I’ll go get daddy!” And with that, she zipped off inside, leaving Jing lying face-down on the asphalt.

“Mommy, are you in any pain?” I could see the fear in her eyes as she was holding her phone up to her ear. “Hello, 9-1-1?”

“Sweetheart!” My husband burst out from the concert hall in a glorious burst of manly prowess and worried fear.

“Daddy, the 9-1-1 lady says not to move her,” Elizabeth told him as paramedics who had tended the show to administrate first aid came to the rescue, one taking Elizabeth’s cell phone from her and another outfitting me in a neck collar.

I didn’t faint exactly, more like my senses dimmed until all that I could see was Peter’s gorgeous green eyes.

“Are you in any pain, sweetheart?” he asked me as the girls took the sleeping babies from his cradleboard back papoose.

Peter

“I’m here sweetheart, I’m here,” he told me, kneeling where I had fallen, holding my hand as the team of paramedics fluttered about me.

WHEE WHOO

WHEE WHOO

WHEE WHOO

An ambulance skidded into the busy backstage area just then, spilling out more people, who rushed to my assistance.

Peter

“I’m here sweetheart,” he sobbed as I was lifted onto a stretcher and then lifted into the ambulance, Peter close behind. “I’m here now.”

“Peter, I’ll take the kids home and then come back to meet you at the hospital with Mary Claire’s hospital bag, alright?” Josh called out as the doors were slammed shut and the ambulance went peeling off.

Peter

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here,” he reassured me from where he was pressed into a corner, allowing the paramedics room to work.

I’m scared

“You want to know something?” He pressed his hand to my cheek. “I’m scared too.”

“We’re taking her to Marcy Memorial and calling ahead for Dr. Ryley Ratajczyk, okay?”

“Perfect,” he sighed, grunting and stumbling as the ambulance went tearing around another corner. “Sorry.”

Next time, maybe ride in the passenger side?

“Right,” he chuckled before returning to the corner to supervise as I was checked up on. I was unable to respond to their questions, and I was terrified.

What was wrong with me?

I was not in any pain, I couldn’t feel the scrapes that I had surely earned after throwing the girls backwards to safety, and I realized with a jolt, that I could not feel Baby Violet Marie moving.

Peter

“It’s alright sweetheart,” he soothed me as the ambulance squealed to a stop in the hospital bay, doors being thrown open and I being pulled out. Peter kept up a perfect pace next to me, his eyes never leaving mine as we were rushed along a hallway lined with blazing lights.

“I love you,” my husband was chanting as I was rushed into a private examination room,  a sonagram machine being wheeled in as Ryley skidded into the room, eyeglasses teetering on the edge of her nose and jacket tossed on haphazardly.

“Hi there, Uncle Pete, Mary Claire,” she greeted us as she prepped the wand to examine Baby Violet Marie. “Okay, let’s do this now.”

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This mostly stemmed from the constant image of Jason being so disgustingly enamored with Jazz [the twirling-his-hair-heart-eyes-and-being so-unfocused-on-important-shit lovesick] that the batfam finds it bizarre rather than cute

The most I got is Ember rolling into Gotham looking for a bigger crowd [I guess], Jazz, interning at Arkham as the popular saying goes, tries dealing with her and Jason obviously steps in cause Crime Alley business is his business and smth about this new rocker chicks smells fishy.

I'm guessing you know where this is going?

Ember gets away, off to collect a following as she does.

Jazz is prepared for ghost nonsense, but she was not prepared for this vigilant built like a brick house to suddenly be mooning over her. So she reluctantly knocks this guy's lights out and leaves him in some alley [maybe checks him over for what she hopes is a panic button and leaves the bats to it]

The bats find him and bring him home, and thus have to deal with their uncharacteristically goofy, lovestruck family member going on and on about some redhead. He's talking about her long pretty hair, the color of her eyes, the way she kicked ass, her bossiness.

They can't get anything useful out of him.

It's both sickening and blackmail worthy

Cue batfam looking into the whole Ember business all while trying to keep Jason from wandering off in search of Jazz and keep him from potentially exposing himself or embarrassing himself. Meanwhile, Jazz is also trying to deal with Ember and maybe calling in the big guns....

Cue flustered Jazz having some weird ass run-ins with the bats and watching them as they try to keep an embarrassingly enamored Red Hood in check [The dude is probably singing her sonnets and all sorts of romantic shit]

[He refused to stay home, he wanted the chance to see her]

Hmmm, not much room to figure out a route for potential romance there :p

FAM

I THINK YOU HAVE A WHOLE ASS FIC RIGHT THERE

I would read it!!!

I mean, Jazz could acknowledge that this stranger is under a spell and doesn't really like, like her, so she's understanding and kind?

She still needs to deal with the ghost situation without Batman knowing what really is going on, so she has to outsmart the bats while she outruns this guy that's reciting very cute poetry oh my god he should write it down and publish it! and defeat Ember on her own.

She calls the big guns. She is strong, but she knows when she's overwhelmed.

Team Phantom deals with Ember as she deals with the bats. After all, she needs to make herself a distraction from the whole ghost-is-mind-controlling-people, and they are following her anyway, so she just-

she leaves fake clues?

It's actually really fun!!! She has taken a support role when helping her brother, and spreading her wings like this, running around the city at night and testing the limits of her liminal abilities, IS FUN.

And the guy, he said his name was Jay but she stopped him before he could say more, is actually very fun to talk to. When she is caught by him before the others and they get to interact, she sits down and studies him and what he uses to romance - it strikes her that he can quote plays and books at the drop of a hat (that is not the spell, this guy legit has memorized those) and that he is actually very polite?

Spell or no spell, it's been a while since she talked to someone like this. Nerding out.

But then Ember is defeated and the spell is broken and she is bummed that it's over but hey, it's been a fun experience!

And this dude remembers what happened too? He is very sorry and she assures him that it's totally fine and that he didn't say anything compromising about his identity.

And so they go back to their normal lives

except-

she misses him? It was fun and it was all a spell, but she misses him. It's silly, because there's no way a whole ass vigilante with probably a busy life is interested in silly romance?

And then this guy finds her one time as she was going home. He's just checking on her, really, because it must have been stressing dealing with all of that. He says he is sorry about being clingy and, well, she's been cool about it but wanted to make sure it was all fine.

He's being nice, she thinks.

He asks her if it could be cool to keep in touch. Because, uh, books? He wanted to know more about that theory she mentioned and maybe when they had a free schedule she wanted to grab a drink?

Yeah, sure. She gives him her number. How else would he contact her? By being a creep and stalk her to her house? No thank you.

And that's how Jazz ends up being courted by a Bat and doesn't realize what's going on.

Yes I hc her as aspec, what about it

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OOF

THIS GOT OUT OF MY HANDS!

If anyone wants to add, go ahead!

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under the weather P.2 touya todoroki/f!reader (BNHA) word count: 3.2k warnings: stalking, villain typical violence, alcohol mentioned, blood mentioned, gratuitous descriptions of snack foods, touya being scary and hot A/N: i really thought i got all of my touya fixation out with part one but unfortunately i think this is going to end up being a series! my apologies! PART 1

The rain starts just after 2AM.

It's rainy season, so it's not altogether surprising, and you don't mind the pitter patter against your window panes as you lay sprawled across your sofa. You have a blanket that you'd pulled from your linen closet strewn across your lap and a familiar stuffed toy tucked under one arm.

It's a plush you've had since you were a kid--the cheap kind you win at festival stalls and and arcades. It had once resembled a cartoon hamster from a show that had been popular when you were still young enough to watch Saturday morning cartoons, but now it’s missing an eye; its fur has long faded; and it's gone lumpy and misshapen from decades of nights spent tucked under your arm, and countless spin cycles in the washing machine.

The very boy who had won it for you at a neighbourhood arcade--trading in 500 hard-earned tickets for it because he knew it was your favourite--is asleep only a room away.

Touya.

He’d fallen asleep not long after you’d cleaned him up and tucked him into your bed, and you’d gone to check on him periodically after that—just poking your head into your room to watch the steady rise and fall of his chest.

What the hell are you supposed to do about Touya?

You’re the only part of his past life he hasn’t seemed to let go of, and you’re not ready to let go of him either.

Even though you know you should.

You reminisce as raindrops tap against the glass of the window Touya had tumbled in through a few hours prior.

You close your eyes, but know that sleep is well beyond your reach.

You think back to that day you’d found him in an alley a few streets away from your apartment on your way home from work late one afternoon. Or he’d found you, technically.

Though neither of you had been expecting it.

You remember his hand on your waist, hot enough to sting even through the layers of your clothes, and a threat you can’t forget whispered low in your ear.

“You’re gonna give me that phone, and if you try to scream, I’ll turn you to ash before it even hits the ground.”

You’d turned to face him instinctively, the device he was trying to steal from you clutched tightly in your palm, only to see a pair of eyes you thought the world had lost staring back at you.

You’d said his name then.

His real name.

He looked like he’d seen a ghost, and then he’d slipped out of the alley and back into the crowd of passersby on the sidewalk before you’d been able to say any more.

He’d started following you after that.

You weren’t sure exactly how long after your initial run-in it had taken before he’d found you, but in the days and weeks following the encounter in the alleyway you’d started to feel… off.

Like there was a pair of eyes on you that you couldn’t shake.

A shadow constantly lingering in the corner of your eye, that you could never quite catch no matter how quickly you turned in its direction.

And then the break-ins started.

You weren’t sure if you were seeing things at first. Possibly losing your mind. But when you would come home from work at the end of the day, shuffling through your door into the warmth of your home, things just didn’t feel like they were quite how you’d left them.

Nothing was ever overtly disturbed, like furniture out of place or items missing, but it was just like someone had been there while you weren’t. Like the space had been lived in by someone who wasn’t you.

You should have been more bothered by it than you were. You should have been scared. Even if this was Touya—which you still weren’t sure it was—he clearly wasn’t the same boy you’d grown up with.

Who you had once cared so much about.

Who you had been so sure you’d lost.

But maybe that was why part of you hoped—even if every reasonable part of your mind told you it was dangerous, that it was crazy—that the eyes you could feel following you on your walk home from the train station, the pair of boots that had left a footprint on the floor just below your window ledge, did belong to him.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t tell anyone what had been happening. Not the proheroes, not the police, not your friends or family. Not his family either, though your parents still lived only a few houses away from the Todoroki estate.

Maybe that’s why you were so desperate to see him again.

Maybe that’s why you always left the window to your fire escape unlocked.

First, you needed to confirm that someone really was breaking into your apartment at all—but that wasn’t particularly hard to do. A small, unnoticeable piece of transparent tape tucked away in one corner of the window out of sight did the trick.

When you returned home from work the evening you’d set the trap, it had been unaffected: still entirely intact from where you’d sealed it against where the window pane met window frame. But he probably didn’t come every day, and you were resolved to wait.

A few days later it happened.

You came home from work, toeing off your shoes in the genkan and setting your bags down just outside your tiny kitchen. You shuffled over to the window instinctively—just like you had every night since you’d set the ploy. The tape had been split—a small fissure running down the plastic where it rested over the valley between the two parts of the window.

A clear sign it had been opened.

Your heart soared.

An unusual reaction to finding out you were being home-invaded, to be sure. But finally, finally confirmation that you weren’t crazy.

The next step was a little harder: you had to prove it was really him.

You pondered this feat for a long time, finally settling on a plan you knew was only half-viable. You bought a box of little mushroom-shaped, chocolate-tipped biscuits—the same kind the two of you had often shared as children—and set to work.

You painstakingly counted out how many were in the box, helping yourself to a few along the way, and then left them out in plain view on your kitchen counter as though you’d simply forgotten to tuck them back in your cupboard before leaving for work.

There were 24 little mushrooms in the box when you went to work, and you knew that if this was really Touya—your Touya—there was no way he’d be able to resist the nostalgic treat.

There were 21 cookies left when you got home from work, tipping the box out onto the counter and frantically counting out the remaining treats the moment you walked in the door.

You sank to your knees in your kitchen when you were done, the empty box cradled in your trembling hands, and cried.

But the evidence you had was weak, speculative at best.

You knew you had to try again.

So you grabbed your purse off the floor by your front door, walked to the convenience store at the end of your block, and picked up another snack the two of you had often used to share.

Touya was always snacking as a kid—his father kept him on a strict diet, because he had always been rather small for his age. His quirk and fast metabolism made it hard to keep any sort of weight on his frame. While normally he’d been fed a carefully crafted regimen of the highest quality, nutritionally balanced foods, when the two of you were able to steal time together you indulged in little treats you bought with the pocket money your parents gave you weekly.

Your cupboards were soon stocked with all of the snacks he never used to be able to resist: candies, cookies, crackers and chips whose brightly coloured packaging reminded you of a simpler time. Some that you hadn’t bought since the last time you’d eaten them with him.

He always took the bait, stealing just enough of the snack that no one would notice that it had gone missing at all—because who in their right mind was keeping track of how many potato chips were in a half-eaten bag?

This was your exact though one late summer night. You’d just stumbled in your door after a night out drinking with friends, kicking off your shoes and trotting into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

You pulled a plate out from your cupboard and tipped the box of pocky you’d left out that day onto it, setting to work counting out each individual piece. There had been 28 in the package when you’d placed them there that morning.

There were still 28 when you finished tallying them.

You deflated a little, taking a sip from the cool glass of water in your hand, condensation coating your fingers thanks to the summer heat still hanging in the air since your air conditioner hadn’t quite kicked in yet.

He must not have-

You felt a hand, blisteringly hot, wrap around your throat.

Your drink slipped through your fingers, shattering on the floor at your feet—cool water splashing against your shins and puddling underfoot along with jagged little shards of glass.

“You always used to complain when we got this flavour,”

You couldn’t swallow nor speak under the tightness of his grip, forced simply to listen as the unexpected intruder drawled into your ear from over your shoulder.

“-you liked the strawberry ones better. But you’d still buy these ones for me.”

The grip around your throat slid up to your chin, letting air mercifully pass through to your lungs—though you were so disoriented the breath you drew in was shallow. The man tilted your face back so he could look at you, turquoise eyes burning in the low light of your kitchen.

“Guess old habits die hard, huh?”

You didn’t know what to say, frozen as you peered up at him with his hot hand still holding your face in his grip.

“What? Not going to say hello to an old friend?” he mused, wiggling your chin side to side before letting his hand fall, setting you free.

You remained fixed in place.

Not just because of the glass underfoot.

“You’ve been breaking into my apartment for the past two months,” you finally said once you found your tongue, tone meek. “Why?”

“It’s been longer than that, doll.” Touya said with an easy laugh, leering down at you.

Your stomach dropped. Just how long had he been entering your apartment before you’d noticed?

“Touya,” you said softly.

“Name’s Dabi now,” he cut you off before you could say anything else, a bite in his tone sharp enough that it should have made you more concerned than it did.

But you knew him.

You knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Touya-“

“I just fucking told you,” he growled, shoving you back against your kitchen counter, the sharp prick of glass breaking your skin as the edge of the countertop slammed into your side. The blow knocked the air from your lungs, the conflicting pains all fighting for your attention. He stepped forward, glass crunching under the soles of his boots as he crowded you in the corner where your counter met your stove, seething down at you. “My name is Dabi.”

Cold dread pooled in the pit of your stomach as you stared into eyes that had been haunting you since you were fourteen years old.

You watched as he raised his hand, blue flames bursting to life in his palm, and for the first time in all your life, you flinched away from him.

A long moment passed, the heat of Touya’s quirk warming the cold-sweat that dampened your skin.

After what felt like a lifetime, he dropped his hand, the light and heat of his flames extinguished.

You watched, bewildered, as Touya grabbed the red box of pocky off the counter beside you, shoving it into the pocket of his coat.

He stomped across your living room towards your fire escape, but just before he left he paused.

“Buy a lock for your fucking windows.”

And you should have listened to him.

But you didn’t.

It was weeks later before he appeared again, at least as far as you knew, and then one unremarkable Wednesday night he came crashing through your window, rousing you from sleep.

You skittered out to your living room, rubbing sleep from your eyes, only to find Touya beaten to all hell and reeking of booze.

A bar fight, he told you proudly, that he had started to get out of paying his tab.

It had paid off, but evidently not without it’s own price.

“You just gonna let me bleed all over this very nice area rug, or are you gonna invite me in?” he asked, swaying a little as he clutched his side, his eyes fixed on you in your bunny slippers a few paces away.

You crossed your arms over your chest indignantly. “You never waited for an invitation before.”

He rolled his eyes, shouldering past you towards the bathroom on the other side of your apartment. He closed the door behind him.

You stood outside the bathroom, gnawing on the edge of your thumbnail nervously as you listened to him clattering around on the other side of the door.

A loud crash came from inside.

“Ah shit, oh fucking damn it!”

“What are you-“ you pushed open door, only to see Touya stripped down to just his pants, though they were unbuckled, with his bloody shirt and coat in a heap at his feet, his stapled chest left on display.

You squeaked, whatever question you’d been about to ask him dying on your lips, whirling around to look away in surprise.

“C’mon, now. No need to play the blushing virgin with me—I know what you keep in that bedside table of yours.”

You’d forgotten just how many times he’d let himself into your apartment. Forgotten that it was at least well enough to know exactly where you kept your first aid kit (which was half emptied onto your bathroom floor at that moment).

You’d never stopped to question what he might have been doing while he was there; where he may have been sticking his nose.

You heard Touya start rifling around again as you processed this realization, drawing shaky breaths through your nose as a reluctant heat thrummed though your cheeks.

“Did you disinfect that?” you asked quietly.

The shuffling behind you stopped.

“Your hand, I mean,” you risked a little glance over your shoulder and saw him peering at you in the reflection of the mirror. His hand was bandaged (albeit badly.) “That cut looked pretty deep.”

You’d spotted it when you’d first emerged to find him in your living room, blood staining the cuff of his dark coat.

“I cauterized it,” he said, ripping the roll of gauze in his hand with his teeth. “But thanks for your concern.”

You rolled your eyes, turning to face him fully.

“You still need to properly disinfect it, Touya.”

“Dabi,” he corrected you warningly.

“Whoever.”

You crouched down in front of the bathroom cabinet the man above you had done a fantastic job at ripping apart, picking out a bottle of disinfectant from the disarray.

You took his injured hand in yours, unwinding the haphazardly wrapped bandage. It was his left hand—his dominant hand you realized belatedly, which explained the slapdash effort to dress it. You pulled off the bandages to reveal the nasty cut on his palm, finding the surface dry and singed from where he’d obviously used his own quirk to stop the bleeding. Broken glass was the likely culprit, you’d be willing to put money on it.

You saturated a cotton pad with the liquid from the bottle, pressing it into his skin. He didn’t so much as wince, but you still wondered if it hurt.

You knew he’d always been good at stomaching more pain than he should’ve ever had to.

After properly cleaning the area of the wound, you put down some gauze and then carefully taped a bandage overtop—far neater and more effective than his own attempt had been.

“There you go,” you said, letting his hand drop. “Make sure you clean all this shit up before you leave.”

“Leave?” he replied, head tilting to the side. “Who said I was leaving?”

You blinked at him, stunned.

“You can’t stay here.”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to feed strays, doll?” he said, leaning so close to you that his nose was almost touching yours.

Your hands balled into angry fists at your side.

“You can’t stay here,” you repeated through gritted teeth.

“Or what?” he said, a lazy grin pulling at the staples around his mouth. “You gonna make me leave?”

You set your jaw, your teeth scraping against themselves.

You were furious, but you knew you had no other option.

You stormed out of your bathroom and slammed your bedroom door behind you, crawling into your bed and trying to ignore the sounds of Touya shuffling around outside.

You heard him rifling through your cupboards, likely looking for something to eat, then the sound of your television flicking on from the other side of the wall. The laugh track of a late night variety show seeped through layers of paint and plaster to reach you where you laid.

You fell into a sleep that came far too easy for someone with a stranger only a room away.

But Touya wasn’t a stranger. Not really.

And certainly not after that point.

He started showing up on what might have been considered a semi-regular basis after that—if anything about your arrangement could be called regular in good conscience.

You patched him up more times than you cared to count. Helped him onto your sofa when he was too injured (or too drunk) to make it there himself. Fed him when he seemed to be nearly faint with hunger. Loaned him clothes when he showed up in tatters.

On his first few visits, he left before you woke in the morning. The dirty dishes on your coffee table, disinfectant soaked cotton balls and bandages wrappers in your bathroom trash, or bloodstained t-shirts hanging out of your washing machine the only traces left of him.

Then you started leaving for work while he was still sprawled—snoring lightly, a throw blanket half hanging off him, one arm dangling over the edge of the couch cushion—across your sofa.

And eventually, you weren’t leaving for work with him sleeping on your sofa at all.

He was sleeping in your bed.

What a fateful twist that you now found the situations reversed. Him sleeping under the downy comforter you’d just recently washed, and you curled up on your side on your uncomfortable couch.

The wind outside shifts, sending a spray of rain splattering loudly against the glass of your living room windows.

Touya coughs in his sleep from your bedroom.

You sigh, squeezing the plush toy under your arm a little firmer, holding it closely to your chest.

Old habits really do die hard.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Rabbit. Chapter Two Part Two

Draco x Hufflepuff reader

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W!Heavy Ptsd, mental freak outs. Hearing voices, blood, bruises, cuts. Draco trying to convince himself he’s fine. Refusing to ask for help. Mental instability. The voices are the Dementors

After two years in Azkaban for how he treated you he was finally free. The only thing keeping him going was you. Now finally reunited with his Rabbit he thinks things will go easier for him. But Draco is struggling mentally and refusing to ask for help, but his only hope might be the person he despises the most

Draco did not return to the bedroom, he ran his hands under the cold water staring at them watching the blood run down his wrists down to the drain of the sink trying to think of a way around this… what could he do ? he needed help… The man shook his head at just the thought of him asking for help. “Rubbish.” he slapped the water off drying his hands on his briefs and going to check on you to see you asleep.

Its dark there huh?

Like the cell

“Shut up…” the tired shaky man shook his head going back to the living room, his vision was dizzy and he had to drag himself along the wall so he would not stumble and fall.

Why do you even bother?

Coming here?

“B-b-because..”Draco fell into the back of the couch seeing Biscuit asleep on his pillow and quickly went around the furniture to scoop up the rabbit holding him close to his chest. He let out a heavy sigh of relief once he felt Biscuits cold nose against his chest sniffing around. “I ,.. Wanna be with her…” he laid down on the couch with the curious bunny on his chest. He shook his head several times trying to get the voices to subside..

But does she want to be with .. you?

“She does.. “

Draco did not last long in the dark; he had gotten up and turned every light on except for the bedroom . one thing Draco did learn in Azkaban was that the Dementors hated the light. So every night he would sit under the window in his cell hoping the moon would be full and bright enough to shine in on him… But even with all the lights on he still saw darkness when he shut his eyes…

He was back on the couch with Biscuit on his chest again trying to think of something else, anything else. He wanted to share the bed with you so bad.. He longed for that moment with you. To have you snuggle against him .. tracing your finger on his chest.. Telling him stories .. cuddling up to him when you get cold.. Did you have any cute sleeping habits he wondered.. And did you prefer the middle or the edge of the bed.. Did you like to sleep in …?

“Rabbit……”

What if you get worse?

You already broke a glass, remember?

“Shut u-u-p…” he was starting to sweat, a long bead of it sliding down his head. We miss you Draco

Dont you miss us?

“N-no..” his hands found his hair digging into his locks. “I .. “

We love you for who you are Draco.

“You bastards made me this way..!” he sat up and Biscuit hopped off his lap scaring Draco, he jumped shielding his face till he realized it was just the bunny. “Im…” he wrapped his arms around himself feeling very sticky and uncomfortable all over, his skin felt like it was crawling and his bruises ached again with each heave of breath he took from his chest. “Im fine…”

You are fine , Draco.

Perfectly fine

Your fine

Your fine

Your fine…

Your ..fine

You-r fi-ne…

“SHUT UP!!!” Draco threw himself on the floor hitting his head hard on the wood making the voices subside, he stayed there for a minute, crying.

**

In the morning you had woken up to an empty bed and every light on in your home. Quickly you jumped out of bed rushing to the living room to see it empty. “dr..Draco..”

“Yes Rabbit?” you heard behind you.

You whipped around seeing Draco with a towel around his neck and sweats on him. You clung to him sighing with relief. “Nothing.. Goodmorning.”

Draco squeezed you tight, wrapping an arm around your back and head giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead. Draco had passed out from exhaustion last night around 3 AM and woke up not too long ago drenched in a cold sweat with Biscuit wiggling his nose on his cheek . he had no idea when you would wake up so he had to hurry and cover his tracks.

“Good Morning Rabbit.” Draco squeezed you again and you slipped free taking his hand.

“I'm thinking.. We go get some clothes today?”

“S-sure.”

“And i think the twins opened their shop up again, maybe we could .. go check it out? Everyone deserves a good laugh sometimes..”

he was nervous.. It would be crowded in the twins shop...

Why dont you just run away

Come back to us

You cant handle things on your own anymore

You cant handle this-

He shook his head bringing your hand to his lips so he could kiss it. “Sounds good, Rabbit.”

The shopping went.. Okay.. there's only so many choices in Diagon Alley after all. Simple dress clothes and a couple loose shirts was all he needed. All though you insisted he get some more clothes he could relax in .

“Draco dont you want more loose fitting things?”

“D-dosint ma-matter Rabbit” he was having a hard time talking to other people. Everyone he ran into asked him about Azkaban and you had to step in and change the subject before Draco blew up at them. You noticed he did not walk the same way he did in Hogwarts; back then he had his head in the clouds, his ego on his sleeve, his attitude front and center and that damn smug smile he wore on that damn grumpy face.

Now he looked over his shoulder, shook his head, faked his smile and rubbed his hands alot to keep himself from scratching his arms. You noticed he only did it when the wind blew and were growing more and more concerned about him. Something was wrong, something awful must have happened in Azkaban… but the real question was would he ask you to listen to him explain… anyone… someone.. You loved Draco Malfoy, but you worried for his health too.

“Hmm.. im going to get you a few more . ill be right back “

“O-o kay, ill be .. at the twins shop”

You turned to grab his hand “you sure youll be okay alone?”

Will you?

We dont think so

You wont be alone Draco

….you will have us…

He shook his head and pulled you in for a hug and kissed your lips. “Im sure, Pet. no go get me something nice yeah?” he patted your head, getting a small smile out of you.

“Yes, Draco” you teased him hurrying off into the clothing store again. It warmed his heart a bit.. He loved the teasing .. he wanted more of it. He wanted hsi days to be full of it…

Its a shame…

...that this will not last..

..but….. Everyday you go on..

...brings you closer to us…

“Shut.. up..i shouldn't be able to hear you in that bloody twins shop … “ Draco stumbled turning around to make hsi way to the very eyesore of a shop.

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Loud. it was loud. It was crowded and people were everywhere laughing, playing jokes on others, playing music, things were flying around, confetti and the likes. People shoving to get to the next big attraction and shoving all kinds of colourful candy in their mouths. Draco flinched every time someone touched him. Usually he would yell and shove back but .. all he could do now was cower and look over his shoulder . his head was quiet, for once. He could not hear the Dementors in here and the shop was well lit too making it easier to keep them at bay.

Draco maneuvered the shop looking for the twins , it should not be too hard. All the Weasleys have this unique look to them. Draco moved to the center of the store when someone bumped him trying to get by making him jump and stumble into the desk hitting his hip, someone else pushed by and he white knuckled the furniture starting to breath heavily.

Draco…..

Draco…….

Draco……….

“Dammit.. Shut up….” he pulled himself up looking over the people seeing the twins at the back of the store. Carefully he made his way to them and they both saw him and waved.

“There he is !” Fred said.

“All is right now yep” George added.

Draco was holding his side trying to stand up straight and look intimidating but the look on his face told the twins he was afraid.

“Bloody… twins.”

“Thats us!” they both said with pride.

“Wheres… Pottah…..”

They looked at each other and then Draco, getting a good look at him.

“You okay Mate?” Fred asked , helping him steady himself

“How is y/n by the way?” George asked.

“Shes f--f-f-ine, “ he shook Fred off gulping down a breath. “Where. Is. Pottah”

“Uhm.. top floor actually, hes getting some things for his kids.” Fred pointed.

“Thanks..” Draco shot them a look with a slight nod and made hsi way up the steps to the much more empty area. He spotted Harry looking over some joke spells in a book . Draco tried to be quiet but…

The boy who lived?

Draco stumbled into a desk making it squeak, Harry looked up from the book and quickly put it down to go to Dracos side. He was struggling to stand and breathe.

“Draco…? Are you alright?”

“Sshh--shut up…-”

Yes ,,, Draco …

Shut him out…

You dont need him

You only need us

...you only need… us

Harry helped the man anyway and Draco slumped into his side cursing himself. Harry helped Draco to an empty room and shut the door, carefully he sat the man down in a chair and sat down across from him not saying anything. Draco was a mess inside and out right now, he hated Pottah, hated everything about him , how dare he refuse to be his friend all those years ago? That duel… that damn… quidditch match… that damn….. Bird …

Leave..

Leave

Draco, leave

You dont need-

“P-p-pott-ah,.....”

Dont.

“I … n-ee-dd,....” he dug his fingers in his hair whimpering in front of this man .

Harry instantly knew something was wrong, he stayed as calm as he could.

Draco Malfoy of Slytherin... the smug, man who did not care for anyone else at all , only himself. Never asked for help from anyone, did things his way… picked on whoever he wanted...not a care in the world… was whimpering in front of the man he hated most. On the verge of a breakdown.

“I need…..”

DONT DRACO!!!

He looked in Harrys eyes with heavy tears falling down his face… staining the wood table. “I need help……………………..please………………”

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True Mind, True Heart

Act 1 Chapter 2 (Part 1)

Title: True Mind, True Heart: Act 1 Chapter 2 (Part 1) About 5.7k words Pairing: Zuko x OC (or reader idk, mind you this is like a mega slow burn fanfic so i hope you’re okay with thaaaaat). I don’t own Avatar or the character’s except my OC. Rating: PG, maybe some 13 later on Warning: Mean Zuko, uuuuuh i think that’s it. A/N: I’m so sorry for the majorly late update! I’m doing my best I have a lot planned for this story and I plan to finish this, I hope you guys will follow Lila’s journey with me! :) <3.  I apologize if the fight scenes are choppy and unclear, I’ve never written or broke down a fight scene in writing before. I might go back and fix this later. Tomorrow I’ll post part 2. Anyway without further adieu enjoy the read :)

|Prologue| 1 | 2 part 1 | 2 part 2

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Act 1: Salvation

The sunset was quite a breathtaking sight to see if someone were to take the time to stop and stare. With the sun warm and low on the horizon, lovely rays of orange light sprawled softly across the sky, creating pink orange and yellow hues. A gradient of shades, begging to be admired. The white clouds that slowly rolled by basked in the mix of colors as they too took some of the sun’s golden tinge. Of course, no one was around to witness this natural piece of art since everyone was busy going about their business, especially on Prince Zuko’s ship.

For hours Lila sat silently in her dingy quarters, no hitch detected in her breathing. Quiet and still like a swamp with dark murky water. Untouched and motionless. Ever since Prince Zuko’s morning lessons, no one’s asked for Lila’s assistance with anything, so, for the remainder of the day, she’s been in her room.

If anyone, say Iroh, were to see her meditating, they would’ve thought she looked exactly like prince Zuko during his meditation sessions. Mimicking what she remembered the night she brought him his dinner Lila sat with her back straight, eyes closed, accompanied by nothing except deep breathing. Even though she imitated the prince’s form and tried to follow Iroh’s teachings from this morning’s lesson, it was like there was a block between her and her element. Like her fingertips would come so close to grazing that certain feeling but were still out of reach from fully grasping it. No matter how hard she’d concentrate to connect with that energy lying dormant inside her, nothing worked.

But finally, after sitting on the uncomfortable floor for who knows how long, Lila began to feel an inkling of that same euphoric peace build within her body again. It was similar to what she felt earlier above deck but slightly different. It was softer, less…magnetic as it ebbed the presence of her emotions away. Specifically, impatience and frustration when lieutenant Jee came knocking and interrupted her a while ago.

With meticulous breaths, Lila drew a smooth inhale in through her nose, filling her lungs, traveling down, expanding her belly, and gently expelled the air from her mouth, the water in her cup rippling in sync. Her heart maintained tempo with her breathing, which was strong and consistent as each beat pulsed through her being.

Though her body was at ease, patience evaded Lila’s mind, blinding her progress as she huffed in irritation. Eyes still closed she shifted her bottom for the umpteenth time. Soft like a feather but sharp like a beak, she drew another breath in, doing her best to maintain what little connection she felt with her element while keeping her frustrations at bay. Just when she was about to exhale, that breath turned into a yelp when a loud boom exploded from beyond the ship.

Like the snap of a rubber band, Lila’s concentration was broken yet again as her eyes flew open. With a start, the sudden noise made Lila jump and pull a small amount of water, which she didn’t notice as she stood up in alarm. Confusion and fear clouded her as she listened for what could’ve possibly made a noise that loud. It sounded like a flare, but Lila wasn’t so sure. “Is it an ambush?...No it couldn’t be; we haven’t had any problems or run-ins with anyone for a long while.”

Lila’s thoughts were going in circles as she rushed to her drawer to grab a fresh piece of cloth she cut up weeks before, tied it over her marred eye before reluctantly opening the door. Silently, a tawny-colored iris peeped down the metal hallways, no benders or guards in sight. However, even if they weren’t down below they might’ve already been above deck when whatever it was went off.

Noiselessly and carefully, with nimble steps like an alley cat, Lila crept through the corridors and up the familiar set of stairs. Mangled fingernails trailed along the metal wall to aid her lack of sight. Once Lila climbed up to the main deck and felt fresh air ruffle the fallen curls from her bun, Lila’s suspicions were confirmed. A bright naval flare signal was falling far out in the snowy distance. She watched, her good eye following its downward path, musing to herself, “Where did it come from though?”

Noticing the absence of prince Zuko, Uncle Iroh, and their men who were usually out and about above deck around this time, Lila glanced around the empty ship then turned to the command tower. Squinting her good eye Lila’s gaze raked up the length of it and stopped at the observation deck’s balcony. As clear as the golden sky she caught sight of the Prince. Half of his scarred face obscured as he peered through the telescope attached to the railing in front of him. Although she couldn’t see gauge what he was feeling, she was certain he figured out what or who signaled that flare and was already directing his next course of action.

When suddenly that same foreboding sensation from before when they first saw the beam of light, roiled around her chest and stomach, leaving Lila uneasy. Why? Well, she didn’t know what to expect. Was it the avatar? A false alarm? She didn’t know and not knowing left a nasty taste in her mouth.

After Prince Zuko finished barking orders at his men, solar colored eyes caught a glimpse of the curly-haired servant below seconds before he continued looking through the telescope. The girl stood by herself with half her face covered, the setting sun illuminating her tanned skin, and looked up at him with -what he could detect- nervousness. Prince Zuko didn’t know as to why nor did he care. The entirety of his focus on capturing the Avatar.

A brown eye fluttered as Lila snapped from her thoughts. Hurriedly she turned and hastened down below to the kitchen. She knew now was not the time to get distracted from her work. Earlier the chef told her he was ill and asked Lila to fill in for him tonight. She agreed though something told her he was lying. Through the maze of corridors and staircases, a passing conversation of a few men could be heard as they rushed by.

One man bumped her shoulder as he hissed, “hurry, we have to dress the Prince, the Avatar’s hiding place has been found. We’re going to the southern water tribe.”

Lila’s eye widened as her breath hitched at the mention of her mother’s sister tribe. If the Avatar is truly alive and has been hiding there for the past hundred years…worry gripped her heart over the safety of the tribes' native people. Although prince Zuko hasn’t engaged in many battles with other ships or neighboring nations, the Fire Lord’s son was a wildly stubborn and determined boy who’d stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Lila didn’t doubt he’d probably leave a trail of chaos in his wake with no regard for the consequences or how it’d affect the lives of others.

Once she entered the empty kitchen Lila rolled her sleeves up and got to preparing dinner, the red dye of her uniform reminding her of the clothes she wore as a child in the palace. As she cooked, she blinked back thoughts she knew all too well. Red uniform

Screams of fear echoing in the palace gardens

A girl in royal garbs

“You’re useless.” ... “Holy-ow!”

A sudden stinging pain roughly pulled Lila from the haze of old memories. In her stupor, Lila didn’t notice how close the knife was while cutting the spring unions and managed to slice her pointer finger. Quickly, the girl staggered away from the kitchen counter, removing the steaming pots and pans with her uninjured hand, and flitted about the kitchen looking for anything to stop the bleeding. She checked all the drawers, cabinets, and pantries as bright red blood continued to ooze over her finger and onto her hand. The throbbing and stinging continued to intensify making Lila bite her lip in pain as she tucked her finger beneath her thumb. Unable to find any clean rags or towels-

“My eye cloth…”

A tug on her heart stopped her search momentarily.

To her, that cloth was like a barricade of some sort to Lila. Sheltering the small girl from being reminded of it…the day she lost-

In summary, her eye patch was the only thing that blocked out the reality of what happened that day. Regardless of how vulnerable she felt without the cloth now was not the time or the place to start feeling insecure or hesitant, she knew that. There was work to be done; rice and meat filleting.

With the cleaning basins for the dishes nearby Lila went toward it to clean her finger and avoid food contamination. It should’ve been cleaned and refilled now that it was close to dinner time. Ready to dunk her hand in the water and wash her bloodied wound she stopped abruptly. The whole bucket was still dirty from lunchtime. Bits and pieces of rice, chicken, and other scraps floated about in the water. With a rough sigh and a curl of a plump lip, Lila closed her eye for a moment.

“I can’t catch a break,” she groaned lowly. Never again was she going to fill in for the chef.

Still, she was a servant…what could she do? Nothing. Before she could change her mind, Lila briskly grabbed the knot of the cloth from behind her head and pulled it free, a few strands of curls ripping from her bun. The milky white of her blinded eye on full display, free of any covering but chained to inhibition. Gloomy hands of her past groped and reached for Lila, but she slapped their searching palms away as she began wrapping her wound. Gentle but sure fingers tied the end of her cloth into a firm knot and she inspected her handiwork with a wistful smile. The memory of her mother’s soft hands dressing the wounds of a child rolled like a movie, replacing the ones Lila usually remembered.

“Lila, you fell again?”

The playful timbre of her mother's low voice filled their backyard. Lila’s childish eyes bubbling with tears raised from the cut on her knee as her mother calmly squatted in front of her fallen form.

“I didn’t mean to mommy. The tree was in my way,” cried her indignant daughter. Laughter rang from her mother, a white bandage appearing in her dark hands, 

“Of course, but you also have to be careful where you’re stepping too, my love.” Knowing her mother was right but still unhappy with that answer, Lila huffed out a sniffle. Tenderly her mom cupped the back of her daughter’s freshly scraped knee and began lecturing, “Here, let’s teach you how to fix wounds, big girls are good at that-”

“Big girls like you, mommy?” A squeaky voice interrupted.

Nuna glanced up at her daughter’s question. Brown innocent eyes that held such curiosity reflected in Nuna’s blue ones she just had to laugh.

“Yes Lila, big girls like me and you.”

Lowering her newly wrapped finger, Lila’s lips fell back into a straight line. She had no time to get lost in her thoughts. Deciding to try and cover her eye with her hair, her uninjured hand pulled her hair free from the fire nation styled top knot. Onyx curls tumbling down the length of her back in one fell swoop, kissing the top of her hips. The overwhelming urge to moan in relief had goosebumps tickle Lila’s spine as the tension of her tight bun dissipated almost instantaneously. She brought her hands up under her hair and aggressively massaged her scalp, both eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Ahh, yes…” A soft groan rumbled from the back of her throat.

“Ahem.”

“Oh, my goodness!” She gasped.

Whipping toward the kitchen door, hands tangled in her roots, the men from earlier in the hallway were standing there watching her as if they’d found an earth kingdom stowaway. Though the more she watched them with increasingly flushed cheeks, the more she realized they were staring at the eye. Tanned hands flew from her scalp to shake her curls and obscure their sight, but it was futile, they already saw the clouded pigmentation. Involuntarily closing her eye, the servant girl clasped her hands over her stomach and curled into a bow.

“Um, hello,” Lila stuttered but caught herself, remembering her place. Kind professionalism coating her soft question, “how may I be of service to you?”

The man who she heard speak in the corridor collected himself faster than the rest and cleared his throat before announcing,

“We are close to our arrival of the southern water tribe and Prince Zuko has requested your presence to dress him for the capture of the Avatar.”

Alarm colored Lila’s features when she recalled the last time she was alone with the prince. Streams of tears and memories he unintentionally triggered that night played before her. Swallowing down the building discomfort in her throat, Lila straightened up and schooled her worry lines into a controlled smile. She had to remind herself, “The Prince didn’t know.”

Apparently, for the men, Lila’s forced smile mixed with the ghastly mismatched color of her eyes was too much to handle, unable to hide their distaste. Faster than she could stop it, a pang of offense and hurt yanked at her heart, but she managed to stifle and shove the feelings away as she gave another trained bow. Though a question did come to mind.

“I beg your pardon, but may I ask why he requested me specifically? He has never requested this of me before,” words mousy.

Her question only seemed to cause the man to grow irritated, his eyebrow ticking in impatience as major attitude gripped his words, “The prince claimed to be displeased with our services in preparing him. Now, would you please stop talking and do what prince Zuko has asked of you? He’s waiting.”

“What about the food-”

“Servant girl, what did I just say?” The man angrily snapped.

With a flinch, Lila mumbled, “My apologies,” before bowing one last time.

Throwing an “Unbelievable” over his shoulder, he and his two companions turned to leave the kitchen.

His snarky tone made Lila frown and furrow her brows. Oh, this girl had no idea of the colorful range of words Prince Zuko used to describe him and his men! Comparing them to fire ferrets! Ha, the nerve of that prince! On top of a bruised ego, the man now had to deal with a servant who couldn’t even see right and didn’t know when to be quiet and simply serve! Lila watched them exit the kitchen, soft frown still intact as she cocked her head to the side.

With them gone, Lila moved the last bits of uncooked food away from the fire as she rushed to the prince’s quarters. With one hand on the wall, Lila hotfoot it through the twists and turns of the dim-lit hallways and up the main stairs. The frigid wind stung her cheeks, her servant's uniform doing nothing in keeping her warm as she speed-walked toward the command tower. However, it did help now that her hair was unrestrained, long curls shielding her arms from the nights southern cold. All but running into the tower, warmth immediately licked at her body. The fire emanating heat and light from the wall torches eased the stiffness of her shivering joints. Her relief was short-lived when she remembered that Prince Zuko’s room was still a few floors up. With a pout and a whimper, Lila began jogging the rest of the way toward her master’s room.

Once she reached his metal door, a winded Lila lifted her bandaged hand and softly knocked, a throb of pain shooting down her finger as she waited. Like usual, the gravelly voice of the prince commanded her to come in.

Using both hands, the petite girl turned the large cogwheel and pried the door open. Identical to last time, she peered into his room, took one cautious step in and hesitantly called out,

“You’ve requested my assistance, Prince Zuko?”

Mindful of the eye, Lila discreetly pushed some hair and hid it from view. The reaction of the men before told Lila it’d be better to keep her disability hidden if it was that distracting.

“Yes, come quickly. I want to be ready by the time we reach the southern water tribe.”

Judging from the clam raspy tone of voice, Lila concluded that The Prince wasn’t angry and carefully entered, closing the door behind her.

Near his meditation table, Prince Zuko stood like any fire nation soldier would with the usual scowl on his lips. As Lila inched in front of him she could already see that the straps holding his fire nation armor together were tied in all the wrong places. Being alone and in such close proximity to the brooding prince, Lila felt her nerves begin to quake. No way did she want a repeat of last time, anxiety sprouting from her chest. The tension was palpable in the room. The lack of conversation didn’t help either as she thought of what Prince Zuko and his men might do to the people living in that tribe. Though she’s never been to the northern or southern water tribe, they were still her mother’s people, thus making them part of her kin.

“Will they do what the fire nation did to my village, too? We didn’t even have the Avatar either and they still ravaged my village.”

In an attempt to silence her thoughts, Lila gingerly grabbed the chords holding the chest piece of his armor together and set to work. Her eyes trained solely on his battle wear. Cautious of her injury Lila made sure to keep her finger from touching him. Any bump or jostle hurt. Though her fingers, minus her pointer, were moving, her mind remained on the tribe's native people.

Zuko looked straight ahead as the shaky but lithe digits of the servant – Lila, was it? - untied and retied the straps in the correct places. The reason why he called for her specifically was that he figured she’d know how to do this from her years of servitude at the palace. Before his banishment, before that fateful day. As thoughts of his family started to prod the strongholds of his mind, Prince Zuko didn’t see Lila peek up at him from the side of his shoulder until he heard her low voice fill the thick quiet of his room.

“What’re you going to do to them?”

Like an arrow, sharp and precise, prince Zuko’s stare shot to her own, making Lila’s eyes widened in surprise. She expected him to be looking straight ahead if he were to answer her.

Breaking eye contact with him, Lila looked down and closed her blinded eye desperately hoping he didn’t see it as she went to fix the strings behind him. Erratic. That’s how Lila’s heartbeat felt. But yes, Zuko fully saw the milky hue of her eye. He too had a similar reaction like the three men, but not one of distaste or disgust. Just surprise, but he soon discarded what the feeling once he processed what she asked.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your concern, servant.”

Cold with an edge of warning. That’s all Lila could sense wrapped around his heated words. Especially when he said her name. Now onto the left shoulder greave, Lila peeked at him again. He was looking straight ahead, his face taut with contemplation? Lila couldn’t tell. With a beat of hesitation, she licked her lips. She could already tell he was beginning to lose patience. If she were to say another word, she didn’t doubt he’d snap. Her brain was telling her not to say anything, she was walking on thin ice that was melting fast, but her mouth felt differently.

“May I speak Prince Zuko?”

“No, you may not. Finish fixing this and go. I don’t need to hear what you have to say,” Prince Zuko snapped in restraint.

All while arguing with herself, Lila moved to squat in front of him and began tying the laces of his shin guards. She did not want to witness another fire nation attack on any village again, especially when innocent people are involved. Though she felt if she were to talk out of turn, prince Zuko would surely lose his patience and probably punish her. Besides, what could someone like her do, realistically? No one has ever listened to her. She has no voice, but still. They are my people, too. I have to try.

Opening and closing her mouth Lila fought to push the words out.

“The water tribe did nothing-”

Unnaturally warm hands cut through her sentence and seized her wrists as she was forcefully pulled up from the floor and against Prince Zuko’s armor-clad form. Strands of curls unintentionally tangling in his grasp. Chest to chest, with Zuko holding her wrists and hair between them, he glared down at Lila. Fear radiated off her body in waves. She felt way too exposed without her eye patch and a dull ache throbbed from her finger when her hands bumped against his armor. White and brown eyes flickered between golden ones before looking around the room to avoid his stare, but to no avail. Calloused fingers laced with hair firmly, but not painfully, gripped her jaw turning her face to his, thumb pressing into her cheek.

Patience completely evaporated, Prince Zuko ground out, “I told you not to speak, didn’t I?”

With shuddering breaths and petrified eyes, Lila could only nod faintly. Paralyzed by his overwhelming build the words on her tongue melted, sliding down her throat. Releasing her jaw, Prince Zuko let go of her wrists, strands of hair snagging on his fingers as he dropped his hand. Lila winced from the sudden plucks of her curls. Shaking the hair off he rubbed the bridge of his nose, shut his weary eyes and sighed,

“Finish the last shin guard and leave.”

No reply came from the young girl as she dropped and tied the shin greave. A slight tremor in her hands. Once she was done she stood up with her head hanging low.

“I’ve finished Prince Zuko, do you require anything else before I go?”

“No.”

Long hair cascaded over her shoulders as Lila bowed. Rising back up she somehow managed to calmly exit the prince’s quarters, his eyes narrowing on her retreating form the whole time. With the loud thud of his metal door closing, both Lila and Prince Zuko let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

Lila had half a mind to go to uncle Iroh’s room and talk with him about what his nephew was planning to do. Talk with him about how the Prince was nothing like what Iroh describes him as but decided against it since he was most likely napping. It was hard for her to believe there was kindness in the Prince’s heart when all she’s ever seen from him was anger and rage. You could see his brutality and hate in the way he bended, too. Once she exited the command tower the sun was still hanging onto the horizon, waiting for someone to look at what it created, but a thick mist now covered the expanse of the water the ship navigated. When out of the blue, loud crackling emanated below the ship. Lila ran to the front and hunched over the edge of the railing to see what was going on.

Squinting through the mist, she saw the ship’s hull was no longer sailing on water but breaking and cracking through solid ice. Snapping her head up Lila saw the ground splitting toward the water tribe’s village! One large jagged fault traveling right through the middle of it. Prince Zuko’s ship rammed through the iced floor like it were a piece of paper. Lila couldn’t help but panic internally, they were coming extremely close to the water tribe!

“If this ship doesn’t stop we’re going to run right through!” she gasped in horror.

From what she could see in the vapory haze, the southern water tribe was quaint. A wall made of snow circled the tribe, acting as a barricade. Small igloos littered within. From behind, the sound of the Prince and his men’s shoes clanked across the deck toward the front of the ship, preparing to disembark. Anxiety, fear, and apprehension swirled within her. This scene hitting way too close to home for her liking. She never signed up for this, well she didn’t sign up for this at all, but still. The three years she’s been on this ship she never really thought about what capturing the avatar looked like or being there to see it. All Lila knew was she didn’t like where this was headed at all. The prospect of the past repeating itself right before her eyes scared her.

When she turned to watch them pass Lila’s eyes caught prince Zuko’s for a brief moment. Again, he found nervousness swimming in her stare, and again, he didn’t care.

Finally, the ship came to a halt with an ominous screech. Powerless, Lila watched with bated breath. Her eyes flitting between the native people down below and Prince Zuko’s men. She swore her heart was going to pop out of her chest from how hard it was pounding it almost hurt. Suddenly the hull of the ship dropped, turning into a makeshift ramp, a loud thud resonating in the air. The ship's metal easily overpowered the tribe's barrier, the snow crumbling as it gave into its weight.

Faintly Lila could hear a feminine voice yelling for someone to get out of the way. The shrill scream making Lila’s heart drop and then kick up in speed, assuming the worst. It felt like her feet were bolted to the floor as she helplessly watched the Prince and his firebenders disembark the ship. Visibly shaking, Lila leaned over the front of the ship again to see, legs feeling like they were going to give out any moment.

From her spot, she could see Prince Zuko and his guards disembarking and a young water tribe boy with war paint coating his tanned skin, belt out a war-like cry as he charged up the ramp at Prince Zuko. The boy’s weapon of choice, a water tribe club, raised high over his head. He was easily overtaken. Lila winced when the Prince’s leg side swept the boy's club out of his hand, then kicked him in the face, sending the boy flying off the side of the ramp and into the snow. Lila could hear Iroh’s voice in the back of her head talking about how he knew his nephew wasn’t as corrupted as his other family members, but what she was seeing now proved otherwise. He was unlike what Iroh always tried to tell her. The Prince was brutal.

Zuko continued walking down the ship as if nothing happened. His steps were powerful and determined. The people of the tribe huddled up in one big group, trepidation and terror embedded in all of their blue eyes. With the men of the village off to war, Zuko was unsurprised to see the ones that remained were the women and children, except for the war-painted boy if you’d count him as a man. However, the longer no one spoke the more time was wasted in capturing the Avatar. The silence was so tense Lila felt it up on the ship. Zuko stopped in front of the crowd, his eyes sizing up each woman and child until his glare stopped on this one girl holding onto the arm of an elderly lady.

“Where are you hiding him?”

When no one spoke, both Lila and the young girl gasped when the banished Prince roughly pulled the elderly lady from the girl’s grasp.

“He’d be about this age? Master of all four elements?” Zuko demanded, shaking the woman by her for emphasis.

Again, no one answered him, they were all stunned in silence and fright. After a beat of quiet, Prince Zuko carelessly shoves the old woman back into the young girl’s arms. Both water tribe women gasping. Lila watches worriedly, praying up above that this village will be spared from the fire nation’s fury. Even from the ship, Lila saw the Prince tense up in frustration and knew what he was going to do next and whispered “no,” as he launched a wave of fire inches above the villager's heads. The women and children screamed and cowered before him.

“I know you’re hiding him!”

Below her, Lila saw the water tribe boy free himself from the snowy confines he was kicked into, the majority of his face free of paint as he picked up his club and ran at Zuko once more with another loud battle cry. At the last second, Zuko turned toward the annoyingly loud boy and dodges the boy’s attack, flipping him over his head when he swiped at the Prince. When he hit the ground Zuko punched another blistering fireball at him. Luckily, the tanned boy gathers himself rolling away from the blast, swiftly retrieving a boomerang that was strapped to his back and throws it at the Fire Lord’s son. It surprised both Lila and Zuko with how fast and strong he threw it, the air whistling as it narrowly missed the Prince’s face. Even where Lila was standing the boomerang would’ve whacked her in the face if she didn’t duck in time. All the while her eye followed the boomerang’s path. The boy was stronger than he looked.

“Even without bending,” Lila hopefully thought, “he’s handling himself well against the Prince. Maybe…this village won’t be ransacked.”

A growl erupts from the Crown Prince’s throat before he can shoot more fire at the irritating boy who just won’t quit, a little water tribe child cries out,

“Show no fear!” Throwing a fishing spear made of bone at his opponent. Again, he charged at Zuko, the spear positioned like he was going to run him through, but the Prince was prepared. “He lacks training,” Zuko gathered, easily breaking the spear in half with his wrist guards. He then snatched the bone rod from the boy’s hands, poking him repeatedly in the head with the butt of it until he fell on his bottom, and broke it in half again before throwing it to the ground.

On the ship, Lila’s eye followed the boomerang as it curled back around and headed back to the owner who threw it. With her eyes still on the weapon, she gradually turned and watched it spin at dizzying speed before it slammed into the back of Prince Zuko’s helmet with a loud thwack. Her eyebrows quirked in surprise as she wondered if the water tribe boy planned for that to happen, but her face fell when she saw the Prince standing menacingly over the boy’s fallen form. Fire jet out from his tightly clenched fists, the orange embers creating a dagger-like weapon.  

For a moment, Lila feared for what Prince Zuko would do to him, but surprise quickly overtook her as another younger boy, maybe about twelve or so, with a bald head and peculiar clothing zoomed through the middle of the fight out of nowhere riding on the back of a penguin. In the child’s hands was a staff as the penguin flew right under Zuko’s feet, sweeping his legs out from under him. The young servant girl gasped when the Prince fell over, the village children cheering for the child all the while. The said child sped past the kids sending up a wave of snow splattering them all in the face, their cheers ceasing for a moment at the unexpected smattering, but continued yelling anyway. At this point, as much as Lila was concerned over the fate of the water tribe, she didn’t know if it was morally okay for her to laugh at the ridiculousness of what just happened.

Still, relief filled her heart knowing that Prince Zuko’s plan of capturing the Avatar wasn’t going according to plan. No village, town, citadel, or nation should be destroyed in finding the Avatar. Her heart and mind were conflicted. Although she did want the Prince’s banishment to end, she didn’t think this was the right way of doing it. She remembered the stories her father told her about Fire Lord Sozin killing all the airbenders to find and end the Avatar cycle.

Briefly, Lila faintly heard the kid happily greet the boy and girl, their names being ‘Katara’ and ‘Sokka’, with Sokka dryly thanking the child, who she heard him call ‘Aang’, for coming. Lila’s eyes flicker between Prince Zuko and Aang, both of them assuming a defensive fighting stance as Zuko’s men circle Aang, closing in on him. Suddenly the kid swings his staff, and with each swing, he sends snow at the guards blowing them away. With the Prince being the last one standing Aang sends another blast of snow at him, but he was unmoved, uncle Iroh’s firebending lessons paying off.

“Looking for me?”

Processing everything the child managed to do in under ten seconds, Lila’s brows furrowed. He managed to disarm and beat all of Prince Zuko’s men like it was nothing just by throwing snow at them. At first, she thought he was a waterbender but he didn’t move like one. His fighting style was different from what her mother tried to teach her and different from what she’s seen earthbenders and firebenders do. It was unlike anything she’s ever seen. On top of that, the arrow on his head and the unusual choice of clothing he wore was vastly unfamiliar from the clothes in her hometown and the fire nation. Her eyes widened in realization. No, this child couldn’t be- Prince Zuko voiced her incredulity, the snow Aang bent at him melting off his shoulders and fists, “You’re the airbender? You’re the Avatar?”

~

A/N: OKAYYYYY!!! Just so you know I want you guys to keep Zuko’s “Contemplation?” face in mind. There’s a few things I want you guys to catch in part 2. Sorry if it was slow paced. I hope you enjoyed it and please excuse any grammatical errors. Have a blessed day! Chapter three may come later cuz I have a zuko request I want to write!

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[moonchildsaurora]

The Racer who chased supernovas

»»—— Crew Member #7 of Space Pirates ATEEZ ——««

all aboard The Perihelion, welcome to the co-pilot’s log system! here you’ll be able to access the crew’s profiles should you wish to read about their journeys: (no nsfw content)

[CAPTAIN] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

“your wings have always existed, all you have to do is fly and fly high for the winds will be at your command”  

the other individual that you could pick out from a crowd, especially by his high-pitched laughter

full of charisma and a youthful soul, he attracts all kinds of attention and has trouble reigning in his recklessness at times

Wooyoung is an Alxil-Rolgrie mix who survived on his own in the lower district of Liyutania, the other member of The Perihelion who didn’t really know the meaning of family until his path crossed with the others

[database file: Rolgries are very much human-like beings, only distinguishing features are their strikingly light-coloured hair (that comes in shades of ivory, lilac, silver and/or coral), heterochromatic eyes and slightly translucent pale skin. This is due to their inherent ability to camouflage with their surroundings, like a chameleon, if they so wish to. Alxils are a nomadic sub-group of Dark Elves, preferring to keep to themselves. Having darker hair along with a more ash-grey skin, glowing red eyes and defined elongated ears]

Wooyoung seemingly took on more of his Rolgrie heritage in terms of physical appearance & ability. His hair is of a lilac-coral mix (that resembles the hues of sunset as Yeosang once said), an indigo-coloured left eye & violet-coloured right eye, slight translucent ash skin and the Alxil elongated ears

his camouflaging ability came to him since his youngling years though he didn’t really master it until his adolescence. Used to need all the concentration he could muster just to hold a full blend or to make sure it was the correct blend in the first place but now he could hide his entire self easily with his eyes closed

this has proven to be extremely beneficial for him to make his way around town undetected and a free-‘get-me-out-of-this-mess’-pass

though Yeosang made him pinky promise not to use that during their childhood games of hide-and-seek because he knows Woo would cheat to win

“I would never!”

“…you literally have been standing there all this time and I’ve just walked past you at least 10 rounds making me look like an idiot”

“gotta admit that was pretty fun-OW OK OK!!”

the lower district community did look out for Wooyoung, knowing that the cheeky kid meant well and he was just trying to get through each day at a time

sometimes one of the more empathetic merchants would allow Wooyoung to sleep on a spare rug under their tents, other times young Wooyoung would be lucky enough to find unoccupied shelter on his own to stay the night. Elderly food vendors would drop off extra scraps to make sure he wasn’t going to bed on an empty stomach at least

has had a few rough run-ins with the Uppers that caused him to be defensive by instinct and personally biased towards their aloof, ignorant nature although his view significantly changed after meeting Yeosang

initially he thought the young half-Suva was an oddball because why would an Upper remotely be interested in knowing his name, least of all saving him from face-planting on the ground too?

the warmth he felt on that day was by far something foreign for him to feel especially after how Yeosang complimented his appearance and shared his oshiadilla bun. With the meekest “thank you” Wooyoung marked that day as friendship achievement unlocked

when Yeosang spontaneously invited him over for dinner Wooyoung spent majority of his time just gawking and taking in the sight of the Kangs’ residence, too afraid to touch anything in case he’d accidentally broke it, “is that really a golden fountain in the middle of your courtyard?!”

young Wooyoung got terribly confused as to why there were so many forks, spoons and knives for one person to use at the dining table too

he became a constant around the residence so much so that the Kangs adopted him and it took him a good whole month just to process the fact that he was now a part of a family, he belonged somewhere – Wooyoung would never trade anything in the galaxy for this

the first time Yeosang ever saw Wooyoung cry was when his parents surprised them with their new school uniforms and supplies. His mother helped fitted their uniforms, embracing both her sons closely afterwards and all Wooyoung could think in that moment was damn did it feel good to have a mother’s embrace

it also felt really good to receive Yeosang hugs too, not really knowing just how touch starved he was

academic studies wasn’t really his thing but he did try his best, being street smart was more up his alley, “no matter! Education is important and everyone should have an opportunity for it, so long as you come home knowing something you didn’t know the day before,” were the encouraging words his adoptive parents would give

he holds high respect for Yeosang’s intellect and wouldn’t shy from proclaiming loudly & proudly, “THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND AND OLDER BROTHER!” whenever Yeosang did his thing in the classroom even though he’d earn a forehead flick from a flustered Yeo most of the time afterwards

Yeosang may not be as openly affectionate as Wooyoung is nor show that he actually cares in an obvious manner, but he did make it crystal clear just how important Wooyoung is to him after punching a classmate who had nothing better to do than rudely reiterate the differences between Wooyoung’s ‘kind’ and the rest of them

from that day on Wooyoung swore to have Yeosang’s back, just as much as he had his. He almost cried out of fright that Yeosang had put himself and his reputation on the line to protect him. Ended up crying in bed at the overwhelming gratitude that he felt from receiving the amount of love that he himself still wasn’t sure if he deserved

“don’t you dare think otherwise, and besides the only one who’s allowed to roast you as per sibling’s obligations is me”

before Wooyoung joined The Perihelion as Hongjoong’s fighter/main gunner, he was the up and coming Drifters Arena’s rookie champion in podracing

as a youngling he’s snuck into the Arena a couple of times to watch the races and it wasn’t till years later, for a birthday treat did he return to the Arena (this time purchasing a ticket properly, courtesy of his family). Wooyoung not only found his passion in flying but seem to have a natural flow for it too

he learnt the basics and started practising with the other rookies by having casual races. Effectively catching the attention of a previous retired champion, Redline, who saw potential in Wooyoung albeit his messy improvised manoeuvres and technique solely based on instinct when in race mode

Wooyoung had to get Yeosang to slap him just so he could tell that he wasn’t dreaming when Redline asked if he’d be interested to train under his guidance

“IS THIS THE REAL LIFE OR IS THIS JUST FANTASY?”

“stop being such a drama queen! He’s right there you know?”

more yelling ensued when Redline set Wooyoung up with his very own podracer, a second-hand from the mechanics but reliable enough to still function decently. Over time with his winnings Wooyoung was able to spend it on extra parts and resources to spruce up his beloved baby; Aurora (yes he was very proud of the name he came up with for his podracer)

‘Little Speedstar’ was the nickname that Redline gave him but Wooyoung wouldn’t have it because, “I’M NOT THAT LITTLE”

“no you’re just vertically challenged that or gravity is just against you” Yeosang would snicker in lowkey

to say that it’s stressful watching a podrace would be an understatement according to Yeosang (anything goes in a podrace and racers aren’t conservatives when it comes to playing dirty at times), but it gave him nothing short of pride and joy watching Wooyoung effortlessly dance through the skies and be the first racer to cross the finish line

Wooyoung loved and appreciated seeing Yeosang amongst the crowd, it was a grounding factor for him before every race. What wasn’t a normal occurrence for him though was seeing his best friend being manhandled by an odd bunch of strangers

with post-race adrenaline kicking in and the need to protect strong he didn’t think twice about yelling at the group and power stomping towards them, not stopping even when he thought, “well damn, hello gorgeous” as San stepped defensively in front of Mingi to shield Wooyoung’s attempted swipe at him to get Yeosang back

fortunately over time more trust was established and their bonds were less of a rocky road, if anything Mingi empathised the most with Wooyoung for having similar backgrounds and lack of family in their early years of their lives

the other combo package deal that Hongjoong got with Wooyoung and Yeosang officially joining the crew

Wooyoung adapted fairly well to his new nomadic lifestyle and just when he thought his world couldn’t have grown any bigger, it did; now his family extending to that of the crew (he still dislikes being sent to Hongjoong’s room and will always complain to Seonghwa because, “I’m your favourite son right?”)  

San became his go-to whenever he needed to fill his daily quota of affection  

the party don’t start till him and Mingi walks in, drinking buddies along with Jongho (Wooyoung has a very soft spot for the youngest) & Yunho. Is openly smug about the fact that he’s got one of the best alcohol tolerance on board

when Jongho installed blasters onto Aurora, Wooyoung had dubbed it the glo-up of the century. Not only could he fly to scout/retrieve/act as a distraction but he could f i g h t now – he could make things explode (chaos levels have increased)

accidentally became the other half of the reason as to why Hongjoong banned any sexytimes on the ship and a sensitive content blocker feature was added in the Yunhogizers after Wooyoung sent a spicy photo to the group chat instead of his private fling

“Mother did NOT raise you this way”

major pouting over having bro privileges revoked but he’s been cooped up making a dozen new starcatchers for Yeosang and also has hijacked Seonghwa’s kitchen to surprise cook dinner for the crew as an apology literally wrestled a Grandu [database file: equivalent to a giant crab, a food delicacy] into the pot to boil and learnt that cutting onions truly is the demise of every being

all in all never forget (1) Wooyoung loves his family, very much (2) anyone who messes with them is sure to become target practice for him                                         

(moodboard made with love, by @s1ardusk​ ♡)

[purplexflamingo]

Creature of the night- Chapter one

I don’t know if I am going to write out a big thing for this, but it was something I felt inspired to write out. Though I have not really written out a thing in along time. This is just some AU. I really like vampires. They are a fun concept.

 " Sir, if I could have a moment of your time." Toni rushed after her boss before he could finish locking up for the night. Swallowing her pride she hoped her efforts would help. Never being one to ask for hand outs at all, she was rather hard working. Once her boss halted in his tracks, he glanced back at the female. Almost as if he were annoyed just a tad, it had been a long day for them both. Taking it now as her opportunity- now or never. " You know I've been working here for two years now and I was wondering, is there anyway I could get a raise? I..I really could us it." Trailing off on her words as she noticed his expression, it was disheartening.

  She bit her bottom lip and felt her stomach sink. Sensing the mistake she possibly made" It does not work that way sweetheart, sorry." Without batting an eye he shut her off without explanations. Causing her to use the small ounce of confidence to beg a little. Even though using her family felt disgusting to her. " B-but sir, my brother has been sick and we've been really struggling to make rent. He's missed so much work we--" It was no use, his demeanor gave off enough to make her feel sick to her stomach. " I am sorry, that is all I can say. Now good night Toni." Huffing she pressed forward, using her shoulder to push open the front door. So pissed off she didn't realize how quickly she marched off and how forceful she was with the door. Caring less if he were to claim she was giving him attitude.

 Stepping outside the night breeze caressed her face and right then she felt her eyes swell. The building of stress began to wear her down, the constant begging of extra shifts from coworkers due to the lack of gigs. Not having a temporarily drummer to fill in for her brother made it impossible to even perform. Causing the Vexes to be on hold and lack of income taking a large toll. Tired of living on the awful side of town with numerous stories of break ins and much worse. Walking home was a bit dangerous. Due to the fact she did not have a car and couldn't drive she walked to and from work. It was a small distance after all. But for her own safety she carried a pocket knife. Mostly because her brother Anthony insists.

 Flinching when the street light burnt out. Placing a hand over her chest till her breathing died down, dread consumed her already. Mentally telling herself to just go, just walk, do not look back. Do not stop. Taking a deep breath, she already knew something felt off. 

Exhaling she began her walk home, listening to her surroundings. Unfortunately her heels clicked rather loudly against the cement, making her regret wearing them. Hues wandering and mostly searching for shadows that have been thrown off by the constant flicking of street lamps. Passing by several closed businesses, that closed earlier than the bar. It made her feel more at risk with all these dark buildings. If she had to guess it was possibly late after midnight now. Hence why the streets were dead silent. Most people have gone home, but sometimes she'd see drunks stumbling about. Strange how none were in sight, though she was ever so grateful not having to deal with them. Drunks were intimidating and their eyes, they were hard to read. She dealt with numerous angry ones at her job and it always left her feeling shaken up. It was always unpleasant.

   Lost in her thoughts she began to think and plan tomorrow. Counting her pay checks already and assuming how much she'd need left to reach her goal. Part of her was hoping to convince Marnie to pay a little more for rent, bracing herself for a possible fight over it. There was no way Anthony could pay all of his share. Marnie was hard to deal with in situations as such. Though now was not the time to lose her or else the band would crumble.

 Out of the corner of her eye a shadowy figure slid out of an alley way, making her nervous causing her to pick up her speed a bit. Which could be a mistake. Recalling how in this area that she had to pass through a few 'accident’ locations of mysterious deaths that had happened. She did not want to be prey. " Wait--!"  The voice called out after her, but she continued on not bothering to look back. But a flash flew by her stunning her, stumbling back on her heels, nearly falling back. Her eyes met with a glowing red pair, the color in her face began to drain. A monster? " Leave me alone..!" In a panic she barked at the other out of fear. " Toni- Toni it's me...!" Squinting through the darkness she could slowly make out the features and was in absolute disbelief. " P-paul? your eyes, are you ok?" Part of her also wanted to express how she felt about being startled like that. 

 It was mostly her fault as she failed to tune in with the world, she had a power that granted her the ability to hear ten times more than a mortal human. " I'll explain later, but I need to get you outta here!" His hand was cold to the touch, causing her to shiver as if the heat fled her body. Stumbling after him, she followed his lead, something pulling her in making her obey. As she tried to keep up with his speed she felt her calves tighten and strain. The after effects of being on your feel all day. Causing her to be thrown off and miss stepping. With a painful yelp, she sprang her ankle tumbling onto the ground. Losing her grip with Paul's hand in the process. It was hard to focus on anything else, the pain hurt so bad and her head pounded from the stress- and how tired she felt. 

  The hissing behind set her on alert and she realized the presenting danger now. A purple light shot over head, it was the black star beam. Knocking, whatever she heard, down. " We have to hurry..!" Returning to her Paul began to lift her into his arms with ease. Though he felt tense, it was strange. It was as if the contact sickened him or so she was picking up. Little did she know it was straining him and testing his resistance. He was able to disguise his feelings.

 Before she knew it they stood outside her building. The creature she heard was no where in sight, she was thankful she didn’t even glance back to look at it. As long as it was no where near her home everything would be alright. Eyes scanning the windows, searching for hers, seeing the lights were still off. Anthony must have gone to bed, she thought. Ascending the stairs Paul remained cautious, he seemed on edge. With the fact they were being stalked anyone would feel this way. Toni was just all around in shock, she had a hard time processing the current events. Other than picking up on his auras. A mixture of fear and confusion- protection and defense. 

 " Do you have your key?" He softly asked as he stood at her apartment door. " Oh I do, I think...I hope I did not drop it." Fishing around in her jacket pocket she pulled out a key ring. Containing four different keys. Calmly he took them from her and picked the one she instructed him to. Unlocking the door he seemed hesitant. " You can come in you know, Anthony doesn't mind you visiting besides he might be asleep. And Marnie is gone." Hearing her he then proceeded to enter. The front door leading into the living room/kitchen area. Setting her on the love seat, crouching down to proceed to remove her heels. " How is your ankle?" For a moment she forgot about the accident and she shook her head. " It's numb now, the blood must have rushed to it." This prompted silence from him, it was weird, he seemed so off.  Was it something she said? " Be straight with me, what is wrong? Don't sugar coat it, darling..." 

 Eyes attempting to meet with his, though he refused contact. " If you must know..I had a run in with some blokes. I thought they were tryin' to rob me after the show, but little did I know they weren't some mortals. They were a bunch of vampires. And well....one of them bite me. I got away before they could do worse..." Furrowing her brows she was really thrown off, vampires, they were fiction and Hollywood made up. Stories her brother would read or watch. They were real? Earth was a strange planet full of questionable creatures. " You're a vampire?"

 " ‘Fraid so...and I don't know what to do about it. I was gonna do some research and ask the guys for some help, but then I knew you were their next target. You were in their path, they either destroy everything they touch or turn them." Paul kept his distance especially with how he noticed Toni was responding. Needless to say he did not  want to risk anything. “ How did you know?” Parting her lips she curiously asked and he pointed to the star painted on his eye. It then connected with her. Not allowing her to say anything else he piped up. " Well shall we bandage up?" Rising to his feet he was more than willing to aid her. Heading towards her bathroom, he was familiar with her home. " Oh, wait, Paul please be quiet....Anthony is most likely sleeping, he is still sick." A part of her felt sick to her stomach remembering her rejection and her worry for him, it's been nearly a week with no signs of improvement. Negative thoughts followed as she imagined the worst in his situation. Because of how strong she felt she began to weep. She wanted to go check on him, but there was no way she could do it without causing herself more pain. Sniffling she wiped her eyes with her fingers, as her make up began to bleed. 

  Once he returned she forced herself to hide her emotions, for various reasons. He prepared the wrap inching close to her ankle, noticing how she flinched a little, he shifted his gaze towards her. " I promise I won't hurt you. I am not a monster." Those words alone were enough to get her to relax a little as he finished. " Oh I grabbed this ice pack to, it should help with swelling." Toni couldn't help, but stare in awe. Despite his transitioning he was the same old Paul. He behaved nothing like the creatures she heard of. " Thank you, really I.....Paul can you stay the night? I don't want you going back out there if they are roaming. What if they try to kill you?" Claiming the spot beside he, he didn't speak, it was as if he was looking for the right words. " Well, just for tonight. Because I have to get back with the guys...see if they can help me find a cure or something. I can't live like this." He did have a point, but Toni felt better in the agreement. “ I’ll call Angel in the morning and see if she can mend my ankle before work.” As the mood shifted Toni frantically tried to find something.

" Want to watch a movie?" To lighten the mood she suggested and Paul was delighted. Deeming it was safe to change the subject as he knew exactly what she was hiding from him, he accidentally gained access to her overwhelming thoughts. Normally resisting that, but he has a slip up every now and then. For a moment his eyes were on Anthony’s door before he glanced back at her. Wanting to help, but there was a limit to what he could do currently and he did not want to intrude too much. Unsure how she’d be if he offered any form of help. Paul did not want to watch them sink, it was upsetting and to see their flames burn out. Giving the benefit of doubt to Toni as she felt feeling hard than anyone else. Though when the positive happens she is a breath of fresh air and energy. Who chooses to suffer in silence.

 An hour passes and Toni mindlessly inched her self over to Paul as an attempt to cozy up. But coming in contact with his skin reminded her, muttering. "  You're so cold." Adjusting herself to share some of her blankets with him as if that’d help his case. " It's apart of the whole undead thing, babe. I can’t do anything about it." Admittedly after awhile the cold did not bother her especially as she was lost in the moment. Periodically glancing at him during the film and he of course noticed. Chuckling in response " What?". “ Nothing...I just want to look at you.” Lifting herself up, moving closer, she placed a kiss on his lips. Accepting it Paul watched her closely as he could pick up on her heart beat, so loudly, and scent of the living. Able to pin point the strongest tempting veings. Coiling her arms around his neck she gave him an embrace. Again he felt stiff and resistant, but he did not push her away. All that went through his mind were confliction and urges. Some part of darkness nagged at him to steal a bite, but his will power fought against it. He was not a blood sucker. Despite feeling his fangs grow an inch. Sooner than expect she fell asleep and he was able to detach her gently so, putting the blanket around her. Left sitting there for most of the night until he was able to rest. 

The sound burning and smell of smoke woke Toni instantly in a panic. “ Oh god!” Paul’s hand was beginning to caught flame and it startled him awake too. “ CLOSE THE CURTAINS!” A burst of energy coursed through her as she tried to get up. Anthony opened his door in confusion at the chaos. Toni remembered her injury and struggled to climb to her feet. “ An-anthony! Anthony please- close the curtains!” Gesturing towards the large windows he did as asked without a second thought. Using a pillow she put out the flame. “ The sunlight-- we should’ve covered the windows last night.” Panting she felt awful and took his hand into her own. Examining it along with Paul. “ I hope it doesn’t scar.”

“ What the fuck is going on?” Anthony interrupted. 

[lexxierave]

Crossing Paths - Sirius Black Part 4

~FLASHBACK CONTINUES~

"Regulus?" I breathed out bewildered "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He smirked at me "This is my home." He remarked

I furrowed my brows in confusion. The gears in my head were beginning to turn slowly. And then a light bulb went off.

"You're Sirius' little brother!" I gasped pointing my finger at him and he grimaced a little at the connection.

"Of course. How could you not know that." He retorted rolling his eyes.

"Well I mean I knew you had the same last name but I guess I thought you were cousins." I sheepishly admitted casting my eyes downward

I was nervous about appearing dumb. I was rubbish with names to begin with so trying to trace family lines was not in my mindset. And if the name wasn't something easy to remember or went with a good story I'd need to hear it at least three times to cement it to memory.

Those how I failed to grasp that my two friends were related even when they would occasionally talk about the other.

Regulus felt that views Sirius had were just of teenage rebellion and would soon pass. At least that's what he hoped. He wanted the bond they had before he started at Hogwarts but when Sirius started making new friends that all changed. Sirius changed.

That in turn was Sirius' concerns for his little brother. He had hoped Regulus would be sorted outside of Slytherin like him and that he could make friends that would change his views. Views of hatred and blood supremacy.

The pair being polar opposites amused me and a smiled a bit when I looked back up at him.

His eyes searching me before he spoke "I assume you're here visiting my brother." He stated

"Um. yes. He invited me over." I confessed 

"And he left you?" He asked surprised

"Oh. no! I let him go ahead of me. His probably worried. I gotta go." I rushed into the fire place "See you later Reg!"

After saying my location flames rose up and when they disappeared I was greeted to the sight of a worried Sirius.

"Hey Dog Star." I greeted smiling at him with slight guilt

"Merlin's beard Polaris! What took you so long?" He exclaimed rushing toward me.

"Sorry. I ran into your brother." I stated

"Regulus? He didn't say anything mean did he? I'll hex him if he did." He threatened glaring at the fireplace, now located behind me.

"You'll do no such thing." I warned "He's your brother."

"Brother or not. If he hurt you I'll make him pay." He promised me.

I knew he ment every word. He would never let anyone make insults or threats to any of his mates. Still a part of me wished it ment more.

"I can handle myself. Thank you. Now we off to dress shop?" I questioned 

"Nope." He said popping the p

He grabbed my hand and led me in the opposite direction of the shop we needed.

"Sirius where are we actually going?" I questioned

"You, my dear, are my ticket to freedom. So I plan to treat you to only the best shops." He told me and gave my a wink

If I hadn't spent so much time with his flirtatious behavior I would have gone weak at the sight of the handsome Sirius Black taking me around town.

We quickly rushed through the busy street with Sirius leading and me trailing behind just enough to almost run into people that tried to rush between us. The accounts from the near run-ins caused me to laugh and Sirius would turn back to me smiling.

"So Dog Star where are we going first?" I finally asked

"We're going to a muggle town." He replied stopping at the entrance to Diagon Alley.

I stopped behind him and look at the brick wall in front of us. The muggle world always fascinated me and Sirius knew this. He knew of my friendship with the muggle born Lily Evans and how I shamelessly asked her everything questioned I had about the none magical people.

"Really?" I peeped excitedly

"Yes, really." He laughed at my child like amusement

"You're the best!" I exclaimed throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug. He quickly hugged me back in one of the best hugs I'd ever had. If I could never leave this hug I wouldn't complain. It was warm and felt like home.

"Right so where do you want to go first?" He finally asked me

"Hmm...I think I'd like to see a cafe." I admitted

The though of muggles not having butterbeer shocked me and I always wonder what they had to help keep them warm during the cold winter.

"Alright, cafe it is." He said leading me outside of Diagon Alley as we set out on our journey.

Muggles always seemed so capable of living without magic it almost made to envious. Being a pure blood I was surrounded by magic from the beginning and wouldn't know how to do a thing without it. But the crowd streets should know sign of being lost or of slowing down. People moved by in all sorts of different ways. Some were using things called cars, other took a bus not a fast or crazy as the Knight Bus. And a couple people drove by on something I wasn't familiar with.

We saw the same machine when we arrived at the nearest cafe.

*I wonder what it is. I don't remember Lily telling me about it* I though frowning at the lack of knowledge.

Sirius, as if reading my mind, pointing at the contraption in front of us and asked "What's that?"

"I haven't the foggiest." I admitted shrugging "Looks pretty fast though."

"Can we check it out." Sirius pleaded giving me puppy eyes

"What am I your mother?" I joked laughing "Go have a look." I said swinging our enclosed hands towards the thing.

He smiled with glee as he walked towards the man that own it.

I was mildly interested in hearing what the man had to say but I stayed back because the thought of Sirius telling me later sounded so much better.

A short time later he walked back out grinning from ear to ear and the first words he said were: "It's called a motorcycle."

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Are you into Mpreg? If so think of this, roadhog's belly is just there because he almost constantly pregnant with the litters of the various overwatch alphas. He loves the feeling of being huge and pregnant and loves it even more when his milk spill out over his belly and gets lapped up by some hungry guys.

oohhh shit... ok... ok I’m gonna make it v angsty and non con (+child death tw) because omega!Roadhog does that to me, so beware the following but:

Roadhog has always been fat, whether pregnant or not; it’s just who he is. Still, he probably did have some run-ins with Alpha groups that caught him at his most vulnerable and bred him up. Obviously they weren’t in it for the long haul and just left him to his devices afterwards, and I can’t see Roadhog being super nurturing towards those off-springs, but also the radiation in the Outback would probably kill off a lot of them; so I can see them either being still-born from the get-go; dying shortly after because he has no means of caring for them, or in the instances where he actually is close enough to a functioning city, leaving them at hospitals.

by the time he comes to Overwatch he’s not exactly been pregnant around the clock but... p often. way more often than any other Omega around. 

when they breed him up, he still does not have any nurturing feelings obviously, so they need to keep a close eye on him and how he treats himself. Need to work him up to not just getting his litter in a back alley and leaving them there like he taught himself to do. It’s not like he’s doing it maliciously, per-se, but it’s just how he learned to cope.

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Stephen Curry nails incredible 61-footer but Golden State go down as San Antonio streak continues

The San Antonio Spurs are not making statements.

Their latest camera against Golden State Warriors, despite Stephen Curry nailing an incredible shot from inside his own bow

DeMar DeRozan had 26 points and nine rebounds, LaMarcus Aldridge added 23 points and 13 rebounds and Spurs defeated the Golden State Warriors 111-105 on Monday night for their ninth consecutive victory.

Stephen Curry celebrates scoring deep in his own half against San Antonio San Antonio

& # 39; We & # 39 ;, & # 39; own half against San Antonio & # 39;

Stephen Curry celebrates scoring from his own half against San Antonio. fifth place in the Western Conference after the loss of the Thunder to Miami. The Spurs also set a record for the 22nd consecutive season.

Stephen Curry had 25 points after a slow start and Kevin Durant added 24 for the Warriors, who entered the game with two consecutive points.

& # 39; That's the best team in the competition and really well coached, & # 39; said Steve Kerr, coach of Warriors. & # 39; They were executing and I thought they had locked us out, surpassed us. They deserved to win.

San Antonio & # 39; s winning streak is second only to Golden State 11 straight wins earlier this season.

San Antonio defeated Golden State, Denver, Milwaukee, Oklahoma City, Portland, and Detroit during the first half of the season. his strip. All those clubs are among the six best teams in their conference.

& # 39; Boys play better, & # 39; Aldridge said about the turn. & # 39; We are trying to become better defensive. Communication has been better and it is just gaining time. I think everyone feels that. & # 39;

The Warriors had to assemble

The Warriors had to assemble in the second half after a slow start.

Curry managed 25 points but together with Klay Thompson struggled against the Spurs Thompson struggled against the Spurs "

Curry and Klay Curry and Klay Thompson opened the game a combined 0 for 11, but the Warriors defense allowed them to tie the game at 25 when Curry threw a 61-footer close the first quarter.

Curry finished 9 out of 25 of the Field and Thompson finished with 14 points on 5-out-of-18 shots, Thompson said the & # 39; Splash Brothers & # 39; fight their own struggle was instead of everything the Spurs had done defensively.

& # 39; I just missed photos & # 39; s said Thompson. That's all. Shots we normally Yes, they are a smartly disciplined team, but it's not that we get our spots and look good. collect.

After falling behind in the third quarter with 11, the Warriors attack woke up to silence the sold-out crowd with a 16-5 run to forge at 75-draw. The run included a shakedown, step-back 3-pointer from Curry and a few quick passes from Curry to Draymond Green to Shaun Livingston for an emphatic dunk. Curry had eight points in the run.

& # 39; Every time we made a point, they responded and made a point, & # 39; said Green.

Gay added 17 points before San Antonio and Derrick White had 12.

Thompson, past Marco Belinelli, arranged 14 points "TIP-INS

Thompson, past Marco Belinelli,

Warriors : Cousins ​​sat out with a painful right foot and Iguodala missed the game after dental work, Andrew Bogut started the game after his contract with the team on March 6 after playing in Australia this season, Bogut released four seasons with Golden State before re-joining the team as a free agent.The Warriors have at least six racing games in six consecutive seasons and lost for the fifth time in 24 games away from home, Golden State beat San Antonio with 39 points in their previous meeting, 6 February Oracle Arena. It was the largest winning margin over the Spurs in the franchise history.

Spurs : Aldridge has 18,854 career points, driving past Glen Rice for the 69th all-time in the history of the competition. Rice had 18,338 career points in 15 seasons from 1989. DeRozan is the first Spurs to make 300 free throws in a season since Manu Ginobili in 2011. The Spurs won 13 consecutive games in 2016.

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& # 39; That was certainly welcome in the competition, & # 39; said Bogut.

Bogut picked up an error on an illegal screen for 9 seconds in the game. & # 39;

Bogut finished with seven points and seven rebounds in 19 minutes as I reunited with Curry, Thompson and Green. Its functions include an alley-oop opinion of Curry.

& # 39; It was fun, & # 39; said Curry. & # 39; It's been three years (since I last played with Bogut). I entered a transition phase and besides probably (Damian Jones) early in the year, I have never thrown such a lob at anyone. It just felt like second nature at that time. He went upstairs and finished it.

Warriors : Minnesota on Tuesday evening. ] Spurs : Host Miami on Wednesday evening

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