#people sharing names and getting mixed up in searches for each other do not make them the same person my friend

[demigodofhoolemere]

To the guy on Facebook trying to insist to me that this woman named Jackie Lane is the same woman as the Doctor Who actress Jackie Lane…

… dude.

[theprongspotter]

Popular - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 14 - 902 words



Regulus sits in the nearly empty common room with a frown. He’s lost in his thoughts, the chaos of the day swirling around him, when Barty plops down beside him with a dramatic sigh.

“Seriously, Reg,” Barty says, nudging him with an elbow, “you’ve been brooding for days. What’s going on?”

Regulus glances at Barty, his expression a mix of frustration and anxiety. “It’s nothing,” he mutters, staring at the ground. “Just... things.”

Barty raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Right. And ‘things’ just happen to make you look like you’re about to face Voldemort himself.”

Regulus gave a small, humorless laugh. “It’s just... James,” he said, the name slipping out more easily than he intended. “He’s been around a lot lately, and I don’t know what to make of it.”

Barty’s eyes light up with interest and Evan walks over to the sofa to join their conversation. Regulus suspects that they can communicate telepathically. “Ah, trouble in paradise.”

Regulus shifts. uncomfortably. “It’s not like that. We just... talk sometimes. And he’s nice, but it’s not supposed to be anything more than that.”

Dorcas leans back on the sofa beside him, her grin widening. Pandora moves to hover around the group of friends. “Sure, sure. But you’re not exactly hiding your feelings well. I’ve seen the way you look at him when you think no one’s watching.”

Regulus’ cheeks flushes slightly, but he quickly tries to cover it with a scowl. “It’s complicated. I’m just not... I’m not like him. He’s got his world, and I’ve got mine. And right now, they don’t exactly overlap.”

Barty chuckles, clearly amused. “Oh, come on, Reg. You’re making it sound like one of those muggle soap opera things. It’s not that complicated.”

Regulus shot him a sharp look. “You wouldn’t say that if you were in my shoes. It’s easy to be all casual when you’re not the one risking rejection or feeling like you don’t belong.”

Pandora shrugs nonchalantly. “Maybe. But that’s why I’m here—to give you a push. I know you’re scared, but sometimes the best things come from taking a leap, not from hiding behind ‘it’s complicated.’”

Regulus sighed heavily, looking out over the courtyard as if searching for answers in the bustling crowd. “I don’t know, Panda. I just don’t want to mess things up or make things weird.”

"You don’t understand,” Regulus sighs, his fingers massaging his temples. Barty never listens. None of his friends do. “It’s not like one of those stupid romance books where the popular jock and the insignificant nerd fall in love with each other.”

Barty grins and slaps Regulus’ back, earning himself a glare. “I think he likes Evans, still. But, I’m finally glad to see that you’re accepting your fate as a nerd.”

Evan elbows him sharply in his gut. “I think there could be a romantic ending.”

Regulus scowls, shrugging off Barty's hand with an irritated huff. "I'm not a nerd," he mutters, crossing his arms defensively. "And this isn't some ridiculous fantasy where everything works out perfectly in the end."

Evan chuckles, leaning casually against the wall. "Oh, come on, Reg. You’re overthinking this. Potter is... well, he’s Potter. Everyone likes him. Hell, I like him, and I barely like anyone. But maybe you’re just overcomplicating something that could be simple."

Regulus shakes his head, staring down at the floor as if it holds the answers he’s looking for. “You don’t get it. He’s out there, surrounded by people who actually matter. People who belong in his world. I’m just... I’m just some guy who happens to share a few classes with him. It’s not the same.”

Evan’S grin softens into something more genuine. He steps closer, his voice lowering. “Maybe you’re not giving yourself enough credit. Or him, for that matter. Have you ever thought that maybe he sees something in you that all those so-called important people don’t? That maybe you’re more than just ‘some guy’ to him?”

Regulus bites his lip, his mind replaying every fleeting glance, every small smile James had thrown his way. It felt impossible, like a dream he’d never dare admit aloud. But here was Barty, pushing him to face the possibility that maybe—just maybe—it wasn’t all in his head.

“What if it’s just... nothing?” Regulus murmurs, his voice betraying the uncertainty he’s trying so hard to hide. “What if I’m wrong?”

Evan shrugs. “Then you move on. But what if you’re not wrong? What if you’re the one who actually matters to him? You won’t know until you stop hiding behind these excuses and find out.”

Regulus meets Pandora’s gaze now, something uncertain yet hopeful flickering in his eyes. “And what if it all falls apart?”

Pandora’s expression softens again, his tone uncharacteristically sincere. “Then we’ll all be here to help you pick up the pieces. But I have a feeling you’re stronger than you think, Reg. Maybe it’s time to see where this leads.”

Regulus sighs, feeling the weight of his friends’ words sink in. For once, he wasn’t going to let fear dictate his choices.

Taking a deep breath, he straightens up, a newfound resolve settling in his chest. “Alright,” he says quietly. “Maybe it’s time I stopped overthinking everything.”

Barty grins, slapping him on the back again, this time with a little more affection. “That’s the spirit, Reg. Now go get your jock.”

Regulus flips him off as he exits the dorm.

[chibipeachu]

Pretty Songbird || Aleksander M.

A/N: I watched snakes and songbirds and had this ideas stuck in my head ever since i saw it last week, idk if it's gonna be a series, if you have any ideas pls tell me!!

WC: 1311 Warning: Fem!Reader, the moon summoner trope, not proof read so i take credit for mispelling or mistakes..

Alina sighed as herself and Mal walked into a busy club to get away from their pursuers.

“It should be too crowded to notice us in this crowd, just keep the hood on.” Mal whispered to Alina as they moved closer to the stage where others stood, waiting for the performer. 

“Want something?” 

Alina turned and nodded as Mal gave a quick nod before walking to the bartender.

As alina went to stand near a corner of the crowded club she bumped into another young girl. “Aww, sorry..” “Ah, i’m sorry.”  They both apologized to one another.

“It’s alright, just a throbbing but it’ll go away with a drink.” The girl brushed it off and gave alina a smile. 

“You look familiar..” Alina felt her heart drop, as the expression the girl made was of realization. “You’re her aren’t you?” Alina tensed up and lifted her hand in case she need to summon to stop the girl from doing something.

“It’s alright, your safe here, i just recommend the further booth over there if you don’t want to draw attention..” Alina followed the girls direction and saw an empty booth and nodded at her. “Thank you..?” She waited for a name.

“Y/n, i’m a performer here tonight.” She smiled and pointed towards the stage were drunks and many excited people stood waiting.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

People whispered to one another as they noticed the brooding, darkling who was accompanied with other grisha, they all had looks of distaste on their faces as they scanned the club. 

Alesksander’s attention jumped as two women in front of him talked about the performer. 

“Is it true she can summon?” 

“Rumors say she can but was sick during her testing and got dismissed.” 

Before any of them could provide aleksander with information, a young woman, dressed in a loose blouse and what looked like the first army pants.

“Based on all the chatter I could hear from back there, I assume it’s about myself?” You grinned as you scanned the crowd.

A mixed of positive responses came from the busy club.

Aleksander noticed how each of his grisha searched the crowd.

“Aww stop it, i’m blushing!” You playfully waved to the crowd before turning to the band who waited for your sign to play.

As the band started up, you danced around the stage a bit.

“So if you don’t know, i wrote this many, many, many years ago when i was stuck as a showstopper for tow men on each side of the fold, one more then the other..” You referenced to your pants before raising an eyebrow.

Aleksander wasn’t surprised, zlatan of course wouldn’t share a summoner with anyone, especially the king and aleksander.

“Can’t take my charm,

Can’t take my humor,

Can’t take my wealth, cause it’s just a rumor.

Nothing you can take was ever with keeping.

No nothing you can take was every worthing keeping.”

As alina listened to your singing she glanced around the room and froze as she spotted aleksander and the other grisha in the club.

Alina subtly nudged mal who popped up and ushered alina through the crowd to leave quickly.

As you took a breath, you felt yourself stop for a moment, as you took note of the dark eyes of the darkling.

“Thinking you’re so fine,

Thinking you could have mine.

Thinking in control, thinking you can change me, maybe rearrange me.

Think again if that’s your goal.” 

You stomped your boots at each sentence, making the crowd cheer.

Through the small break of your singing, you held strong eye contact with the darkling, from what zlatan had told you, he was saving you from the general who had “tossed your abilities aside” those were the only words you believed from the first general, you had tried to get test when you were a teen but got reject when you said you could summon.

“Can’t take my sass,

Can’t take my talking.

You can kiss my ass,

Then keep on walking!

Nothing you can take was ever worth keeping,

Oh, nothing you can take was ever worth keeping.” You stared him down while continuing to sing.

Zoya scoffed as she followed your and aleksander’s gaze to one another. 

Aleksander looked away from you to look at the sour expression on her face.

“She’s insulting you to your face..” 

“I know..” He responded, his eyes moving back onto you which your eyes were closed as you finished the song.

“Nothing you can take from is worth dirt,

Take it cause i’d give it free, it won’t hurt.

Nothing you can take was ever worth keeping..”

As you finished the crowd cheered making you grin and gave a bow before walking to your bandmate and motioned for behind the stage before exiting, they band continued to play as you left.

Aleksander hadn’t noticed zoya rambling on how disrespectful you were, he piped up as you left the stage. “I’ll be back.” He told zoya before walking outside the club.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You quietly exited from the building and leaned against the building.

You were now screwed, after many blissful years away from zlatan and kirigan it had to come crashing down.

Being upset you got up and kicked the tins in the back alley of the club.

“That was quite the show..” You jumped at the general’s voice.

“General kirigan..” You greeted, walking to pick up the fallen over tins. 

“You worked under zlatan?” He questioned, making you chuckle. 

“What made it obvious? My clothes or the song?” You asked, putting the lid back on before turning to his figure.

“He rarely sent letters to the palace grounds to let us know of anything.” 

You scoffed, knowing where he was trying to lead the conversation.

“Bullshit, don’t play like you never knew about me, I stood in front of grisha testers and was denied a retest because of my ability, each test is shown in front of you, in your lap to see the newest grisha!” You walked closer to him as you went on.

“Nice try to play that card but the only words I ever believed from zlatan was that you tossed me aside.” You brushed past the darkling and went to enter the club again but was stopped by him grabbing your wrist in a tight grasp and pulling you back to face him.

“You could train in the little palace with others, be with your own kind.” He tried to convince you.

“You missed that train where I wanted to fit in with others badly, I will not be trained to replace your little sun summoner.” You ripped your wrist form his grasp and walked back into the club.

Aleksander stood by himself in the alley, shocked you had decline his offer.

After he collected himself he walked into the club to collect his grisha.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Weeks had passed since the incident at the club.

Aleksander hadn’t been expecting a meeting with the king, he was confused at the sudden arrangement.

“Tsar.” Aleksander greeted as he entered his war room.

“General.” King Pyotr greeted, letting aleksander step in further before continuing. 

“Is there a reason you called upon me?” Aleksander questioned.

“When you were visiting ryevost, did you happened to see this girl?” The king unfolded a drawing of the singer he had a conversation with weeks ago.

“She’s rumored to be a moon summoner, if anything, everyone’s after her. And i believe she’ll do good here in the little palace under your control.” He continued, aleksander studied the poster.

“I’ll send grisha to find her…” The king smiled and nodded in aleksander’s direction before getting up and leaving.

Once gone, aleksander picked up the paper to admire your beauty. 

“I’ll find you, songbird..” He muttered as he read over the paper.

Y/N Y/L/N  - GRISHA - WANTED BY KING PYOTR AND GENERAL KIRIGAN.

[professionalranter31]

I have several headcannons for the Overwatch Heroes, I’m going to share them

Moira is a coffee addict however caffeine can’t affect her, like it won’t wake her up or energize her it does nothing but if she goes without she experiences withdrawal. She has a side project where she’s trying to create a serum that will allow caffeine to actually affect her, unbeknownst to her however he colleagues both at Oasis and Talon have been sabotaging this project as they are terrified of what will happen if she can actually experience caffeine

Roadhog’s name was actually started before the Omnium explosion, a kid had given him a pig to stitch onto his shotgun holster and some of his friends called him Roadhog as a joke, it stopped being a joke after the explosion

Venture has a house that while they don’t often stay there long they do keep a collection that they started from their various jobs. Jars of dirt from each dig site they’ve ever worked at, with a flag for the country it’s from and a sticker with some information about the dig site. When they’re hunting down relic thieves they collect some dirt from each place they go on their search and adds it into a singular jar with some barriers but in to separate the different dirt from the rest alongside the usual things they put on the jars

Mauga is trained in how to be a bartender. He learned back during his days as a Raider to do undercover work on their targets, either for assassinations or information gathering. He still makes plenty of drinks for Talon and he does hope to share a drink with Baptiste again at some point, either when one of them is on death’s door or as friends again so he keeps a small bottle on his person of Bap’s favorite drink just in case

Genji occasionally forgets to take his mask off when drinking or eating, not because he’s embarrassed about his face but because at times it feels like his mask is actually his face. Zenyatta has been trying to help him with this, with more difficulty than expected

Zenyatta actually had several jobs before the crisis happened, so many that not even Ramattra knows all of them. He uses this knowledge to mess with people a lot but it also makes him a jack of all trades so he helps out with a lot of things around Shambali with a lot of things

Before Zarya joined the military she had several flavors for protein shakes that she loved to have, however after she joined she has stuck with unflavored mixed into water so that it’s quick to make and take before and after her battles. She hates the lack of flavor so much that she intends to expand her pallet of flavors once she is done fighting so she can forget the unflavored

Dr Winston (the human) got Hammond into contact with an engineering friend on Earth in an effort to at least lessen the amount of time the hamster escaped a day. This friend didn’t know about the cruelty the Horizon Test Subjects faced and Hammond could see that. The friend helped Hammond develop the first version of his hamster to human translator be showing the blueprints of past translators and shared all sorts of ideas with him on things to make. Before he met the Junkers Hammond only liked this one human, and he hopes to meet her someday, if nothing but to at least tell her he’s okay. Until then he busies himself with crossing off ideas on the list they made together, and making sure each one works

Mei had friends she would talk to from other ecopoints, she hopes to get back in contact with them at some point and catch up but with the program having been shut down for a long time she hasn’t had much luck in that endeavor

[cptapathy]

hey! what are you favorite ttrpgs?

Dice tumble

Pen scratch

A held breath

A promised climax

We sit around our table/

At our desk/in a circle on the floor

And together we laugh

And smile and more

We love these creations in our heads

As they dance and fight and flee

And as the night draws close to us

We hold them warm and tightly

These people we conjure are dear to me

For they are the crystal through which I look

To see the life I share with you

And the love we have for each other

Okay so my favourite ttrpg changes as I play them but right now it's A.N.I.M's EURKEA!

I have always been a fan of murder mysteries from Agatha Christie, to pie in the sky, Midsomer Murders, Rosemary and Thyme and everything in between.

I had run several murder mysteries in different ttrpgs and even a couple of murder mystery larps (including a spectacular zombie one) but I'd never found a system that truely captured what murder mysteries feel like.

Then I discovered Eureka and the Eureka mechanic and it all clicked. You could say it was a eureka moment.

I'm going to discuss in some detail the mechanic and give an example but before that everyone should go and

a. Follow A.N.I.M. on tumblr

@anim-ttrpgs

b. Join their patreon so we can get the gorgan playable investigator. Go look at all the cool stuff!

https://www.patreon.com/TheAgencyofNarrativeIntrigueandMysteryPatreon/posts

Essentially A.N.I.M have separated dice rolls into two categories

1. Investigation rolls

2. Non-investigation rolls

Investigation rolls are when an investigator is trying to uncover information or clues to progress the investigation. (Pretty clear definition) non-investigation rolls are all other rolls (combat, hiding secrets, getting out of dodge etc.)

Whenever an investigator makes an investigation roll there are 3 possible outcomes

1 Failure - they do not success and/or complications arise - they gain 3 Eureka points

2 partial success/mixed success - they get part of a clue or a clue and a complication - they gain 2 Eureka points

3 full success - they gain the clue without issue - they gain one Eureka point

When the investigators have a full eureka bar they can use a EUREKA!

This allows them to roll a check with 3d6 and take the highest instead of 2d6 or (my favourite option) gain clues from previous failed rolls.

So to take the most iconic episode of Midsomer Murders as an example - "The Killings At Badgers Drift"

Spoilers and CW for references to incest.

DCI Barnerby arrests the foppish artist on suspicion of murder, during the arrest the artist's sister arrives and the artist crys out "I've been framed" and makes a sign of a square with his fingers.

The DCI Makes an investigation roll but biffs it, snake eyes, complete failure, no hope of discovering that clue.

Later on The DCI is talking to a woman at a call centre who was the last known person to speak to the victim. Apparently the victim said "just like poor annabella" before hanging up. Again the DCI makes an investigation roll this time getting a partial success, there is someone related who has a name similar to annabella who died from an "accident" and the DCI decides to investigate this accident as well now, thinking (correctly) that it might not be so accidental.

But now the DCI has a full eureka bar and so the player shouts out eureka to gain the clue from the failed check earlier. And so, that night, the DCI has a dream of all the relevant clues and realises the clue missed when the artist made the symbol and said "I've been framed" it was a code, to tell his sister that the evidence of their affair (the nude painting he did of her) was in the attic and could prove that they were working together to keep their affair secret. This new vital clue allows the DCI to search for, and find, the painting helping to solve the mystery.

And so that is one reason I love eureka, along with the approach to disability and monster characters. It's currently got a free demo and stuff, go support them they're great.

[accio-sriracha]

"It was never not you."

A Wolfstar micro-fic

~~~♤~~~

And there Sirius was: his clothes and hair dripping from the rain, his eyes wide and his hands curled tightly into fists.

He was shaking, Remus couldn't tell if it was from the cold or from the fear. Probably both.

"I'm sorry." Sirius whispered again, "You don't have to accept it. I know I haven't given you very many reasons to. But I am. I swear I am. These last twelve years have been torture for me, Moons. I'm sorry I let you down. I don't expect you to forgive me or to let me make it up to you, but I hope you'll give me the chance to try."

Remus stayed silent.

He wanted to tell him everything, wanted to confess that a life without Sirius was never a life at all. He wanted to tell him that it didn't matter how long he needed to wait, he would always wait, he would wait for Sirius until the end of time if he needed to.

Remus knew Sirius wanted an answer. He wanted to know if Remus could ever be friends with him again.

But it was more than that. Remus didn't want to go back to the way things were, to the nervous touches and shy silence. He wanted more, he wanted everything. If he had to endure more time without Sirius than he'd ever spent with him then he didn't want to waste another moment.

But how could Remus explain the emotions swirling inside of him?

How could he explain that his love of anything in this bleak, dull world came from his love of this man?

How could he explain that he started smoking again just to keep the panic attacks at bay? That if he closed his eyes it was almost like they were kids again, young with nothing to lose but each other, sharing a cigarette under the light of the half moon.

How could he explain the weight he had lost? He'd spent years timing his meals with Sirius' to make sure he was actually eating, and once that was gone he couldn't seem to bring himself to do it anymore.

How could he explain that he couldn't manage to step foot in the library or the three broomsticks again, knowing he would scan the tables for his old best friends?

How could he explain that he still searched for Sirius in the strangers passing by? He searched for shining silver eyes and jet black hair, for muggle rock band shirts and the glint of the white gold in his jewelery.

How could he explain the pain in hearing Sirius' name whispered by people around him? The pain in reading about him in the papers.

And how was he to explain the nightmares that had consumed him? When he woke every morning for the better half of a decade with Sirius' name falling from his lips, the memory of his touch like ghosts on his skin.

Would Sirius understand the desperation crawling up inside of him? Would he understand this hunger, this need to have him close and never let him go again?

But even if he knew how to say all of this, he knew he couldn't get the words out. Staring at Sirius, seeing his emotions so raw and his heart laid out for Remus, it was too much.

So he did the only thing he could think of

He leaned forward... and kissed him.

Sirius didn't startle the way he'd expected him to. He didn't jump, didn't shy away or stand confused and still.

He kissed him back.

And there was that desperation Remus had felt for nearly twenty two years, since the moment he first laid eyes on Sirius.

It was gripping clothes and tears mixed with raindrops and oh so utterly perfect.

"I love you." Remus whispered, he knew he should have waited, but they'd done their waiting hadn't they? "I love you, Sirius. I love you so fucking much."

He kissed him again, relishing in the mumbled 'I love you too' against his lips.

And in that moment, in this rain, he knew he would never feel anything as strongly as he did now. A love to overpower the twelve years of grief and regret and betrayal. A love to make him whole again.

"I'm never letting you go." Remus told him as they lay together later that night, Sirius tucked safely in his arms.

"Good, because I think I'd die if you did." Sirius whispered back.

"How long have you known?" Remus tucked a strand of hair behind Sirius' ear, "That it was me you loved."

Sirius smiled, a bright smile that made Remus' chest tighten,

"Moony... it was never not you."

~~~♤~~~

[midnightsilver]

Tips for Spn Artists posting on Tumblr 😄👍🏻

I see a lot of new artists posting Spn art and it can be a struggle to get your art out there. Or you might be new to Tumblr and not sure how best to put yourself forward.

I post Spn art and do a lot of bangs when my health permits. And I have picked up some tips that I have found helpful for posting art tumblr 😄 so I thought I would share.

Please feel free to take any of these points or leave them as suits you!

✨Personalise your header and icon. Bots will often make posts with popular tags and stolen art, to try and gain followers before throwing out the spam links, but some clues the account is a bot is not having personalised headers and icons, not having a long history of posts (more than a few days), and not talking about their art or fandom. So make sure you don’t look like a bot 😄

✨Interact with accounts you enjoy. Like, comment and reblog your favourite accounts and they will likely return the favour and you will get more followers. The first way your post gets noticed is by your followers. Interacting isn’t always easy if one is an introvert or doesn’t have much time for social media, but do what you can where you can.

✨If don’t have many followers then the next best thing is to use tags more. People follow key tags to find new posts from blogs they are not aware of. I recommend using the ‘Spn fanart’ tag on all your art posts. Also be sure to include: common ship names, the character names, and key words like: cute, funny, angst, angel, wings, etc 👍🏻 😄 this will help people find your posts, so be sure to tag consistently!

✨Make a personal art tag, it could be ‘your name art’ or something as wacky as you like. But tag all your art with it! If someone sees your art post out in the Spn fanart tags and they like it, they can click your art tag to see the rest of your art posts.

✨Don’t include links to outside webpages unless absolutely necessary. If you are posting for a bang, reblog the bang master post for the story which has the links to ao3, but then make your own art post and only link to the tumblr master post. Tumblr often hides posts with links to outside webpages (so that the porn bots sending you to spam websites get minimised, but unfortunately this also minimises links to ao3 or shops 😔). Links to another post inside of tumblr are ok tho! So to keep your art post from being hidden from searches, only link back to the master tumblr post with the story info. If people want to read the story they can follow the ao3 link from there. But it’s better that they actually get to see your art (the ‘advert’ for the story) in the first place so that they know it exists!

Also keep this info in mind if you are linking to your shop or your other socials. Your direct followers will see your shop posts but because of the external links the post might be hidden from searches. Consider doing a mix of posts with direct shop links and ones that get the info out there but link back to a pinned tumblr post or bio post with the outside link.

✨Don’t crowd your art. Many people view tumblr on mobile so your pictures will look small. People can’t really see the details if you put 2 images side by side. Put one image on each line and consider making some cropped images to show close up details of your favourite bits. You need to catch people as they are quickly scrolling past, so be sure that you make it easy for them to see what you are offering.

✨And finally don’t be afraid to do reblogs. It isn’t rude to reblog your own work, it’s helpful. Dashboards can get very busy and even if people follow you, your post might be burried a long way down if they don’t get back online multiple times a day. Reblogs will give them a chance to see what they missed. As long as you are not posting on the hour every hour, most people appreciate 2 or 3 reblogs at different times to save them having to scrolled back for days! 😄 and don’t forget that tumblr is multinational. Time zone reblogs can be helpful.

✨oh I forgot one more thing! Don’t put yourself down! No piece of art is perfect! Ever! But Michelangelo doesn’t start off by apologising that the statue of David is out of proportion. And neither should you! Let your work shine where it shines and don’t bury it in put-downs before you even give others the chance to enjoy its triumphs! You deserve better and so do they!

Those are the main points my friends. If you have any other helpful tips that you want to share, feel free to reblog this and add on points. We were all new to this hellsite (affectionate) at some point. And life is already hard for us struggling artists so whatever we can do to help each other is a good thing 💛

Stay awesome my friends, and happy Arting 🙌🏼😄

[anitalenia]

━━━ .°˖✧ soulmate au ⋆˙⊹

꒰ঌ definition ໒꒱ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦, 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes <3

note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it.

╰₊✧ ﾟOTHER LINKS . ྀི ⊹ masterlist | romance tropes |

taglist | prompt list | symbol packs | dividers page

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulbond

₊˚⊹.* ♡ red threat of fate

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmate marks

₊˚⊹.* ♡ alternate universe

₊˚⊹.* ♡ mating / mates — can be omegaverse but doesn’t have to be

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmates who share each others dreams

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmates who share injuries

₊˚⊹.* ♡ the name of their soulmate is tattooed on them

₊˚⊹.* ♡ the worlds colorless / gray until you meet your soulmate and then you see colors

₊˚⊹.* ♡ your birthmark or tattoo matches your soulmates

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you have a watch / time ticks down until you meet your soulmate or you’re given a certain amount of time at birth

₊˚⊹.* ♡ can’t be physically too far from your soulmate or it hurts you both

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you’re soulmates on opposing side of war / your soulmate is the enemy

₊˚⊹.* ♡ the simple one where you feel a spark / sensation when you touch your soulmate and you just know

₊˚⊹.* ♡ there’s a handprint on your body where your soulmate first touches you

₊˚⊹.* ♡ your soulmates voice is in your head

₊˚⊹.* ♡ when you sleep your dreams are what your soulmate is seeing in their real time / their pov

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you form a telepathic link with your soulmate until you find them

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you share a strong physical link where you can feel the same things the other person is feeling while they’re going through them / the sensation of something cold, burning, when they’re having sex

₊˚⊹.* ♡ the closer you get to them the easier it is to find them. ex: colors get brighter and brighter as you approach, their voice closes in, their thoughts get louder / more frequent

₊˚⊹.* ♡ once you hit a certain age / one night a year you swap bodies with your soulmate to find as many clues as you can as to where they are (girllll I’d just book a flight to my body)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ being next to your soulmate heals you from things you otherwise wouldn’t heal from

₊˚⊹.* ♡ only your soulmate can kill you

₊˚⊹.* ♡ two immortal beings searching for each other / immortal soulmates that become human once they get together to live a mortal life together

₊˚⊹.* ♡ human soulmates that live immortal lives once they find their soulmates so they can live forever together / once they hit a certain age

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you grow up with your soulmate and at a certain age there’s a ceremony that finalizes it / you spend those early years learning about the other person and falling in love with them

₊˚⊹.* ♡ your soulmate is the other half of your magic / your soulmates and yours magic is compatible and mixed with your magic it’s stronger than ever

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you keep being reincarnated until you meet your soulmate / once you do you remember all your past lives together with your soulmate

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmate who has trauma involving the touch of another person so they hate touching people

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmate who is deaf so the other must learn sign language

₊˚⊹.* ♡ a celebrity who has fans always claiming to be their soulmate / celebrity can never find their soul mate because of this and goes on a search + they have major trust issues now

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmates who live right down the road from each other and always JUST miss each other at grocery stores, parties, drive past each other a lot etc.

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmates who live on the opposite ends of the earth / when one is asleep the other is awake

₊˚⊹.* ♡ your soulmate unlocks your magic / makes you more powerful

₊˚⊹.* ♡ one soulmate is blind and can’t see the colors of the world anyway

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you choose from a group of people who your soul mate should be after a series of tests / learning about and falling in love with them (almost like the bachelor )

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmate who is terminally ill

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmate is in a coma and always has visions / dreams of what their soulmate is doing

₊˚⊹.* ♡ an immortal soulmate who constantly goes through mortal soulmates because they keep dying

₊˚⊹.* ♡ an immortal soulmate who has lived centuries, eons even, alone and searching for their soulmate

₊˚⊹.* ♡ a soulmate with different beliefs / religion from their soulmate and must overcome those differences

₊˚⊹.* ♡ one or both soulmates are asexual

₊˚⊹.* ♡ hopeless romantic soulmate is very gullible to people lying about being their soulmate

₊˚⊹.* ♡ childhood best friends have kids at the same time, and their kids are soulmates

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmate who must wait for their soulmate to be born / grow up before they can get together

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmates who stop aging at the same time until they meet their soulmate, then once they meet their lives resume

₊˚⊹.* ♡ your other eye is the color of your soulmates. ex: your soulmate has brown eyes, you have blue. one of their eyes is blue and one of yours is brown

₊˚⊹.* ♡ your soulmate is your boss / you were a lowly worker. it would go against the rules and get you both fired + can be a dystopian kind of thing

₊˚⊹.* ♡ basically any alpha & omega mating stories — omegaverse

₊˚⊹.* ♡ your soulmate always has your favorite song in their head

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you subconsciously hate / love foods / activities your soul mate does

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmates separated by war or something tragic + they write letters to each other and don’t get together until they’re very old

₊˚⊹.* ♡ childhood soulmates separated as kids reacquainted as adults

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you can write to your soulmate as they’ll receive it no matter where they are (writing on paper, the letter will appear to them)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ writing on your skin and your soulmate sees it

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you’re an artist, and your soulmate always has doodles all over themselves that you do to yourself

₊˚⊹.* ♡ your soulmate is allergic to animals and always finds themselves sneezing throughout the day because you basically run a petting zoo (you’re an animal person constantly surrounded by animals)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ your soulmate is a criminal and you’ve been trying to lock them up for years or they ARE locked up

₊˚⊹.* ♡ universe where soulmates are very very rare / thought to be extinct but you find yours somehow and don’t know what it means

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmate is an ethereal being whose been watching over you your whole life to protect you / guide you OR they’re just a supernatural deity in general

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you run a cupids business to help soulmates meet each other but you haven’t found yours yet

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you can choose your own soulmate and have a ceremony to officiate it whenever you two want

₊˚⊹.* ♡ you don’t believe in soulmates until you meet yours

₊˚⊹.* ♡ your soulmate is someone evil and your family isolates you from them to protect you + your soulmate has never stopped trying to find / get to you

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmate is a powerful being who knows you’re their soulmate, but they know they can’t act on it until you do / you’re a mortal and soulmates are all about divine timing so the powerful being can’t rush it sooner than it’s supposed to be done

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmate is an evil being and upon meeting you they turn good (or you can turn evil and join them)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmate au with multiple soulmates at once. you all struggle to adjust to mundane living and romance since you’re dating 3+ people at once + it’s really just a soulmate orgy 😲

₊˚⊹.* ♡ soulmate is someone you used to bully (tease) or vice versa

₊˚⊹.* ♡ in a dystopian setting where your soulmate is considered someone bad and you can be sentenced to death for being together / loving each other

₊˚⊹.* ♡ romeo and juliet au where you and your soulmate can’t be together because of family ties

very helpful soulmate trope link I found by @thegeminisage | took a lot of inspo from them

will update when I think of new ones. hope this helps if you’re not sure what story to tell but you want something new <3

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Hello! I'm looking for some long term rp partners for Drarry. I'm 31 F, in the EST timezone. I try to be active, definitely literate, but not a stickler on length. I'm okay playing either character, I'm okay with NSFW but it's not required. Please no ABO, mpreg, or dark characters.

I have a couple of prompts I can share to see if you're interested. If you like the idea of one but want to play the opposite character, I'm totally fine with switching it up! If you don't like any of these, we can always come up with something together!

((Prince and Knight AU))

Harry kicked at the dirt with his boot as he waited idly for the Prince to arrive. He wasn't sure how well this was going to go, based on the stories he'd heard from his fellow knights. According to them, the Prince was even more of a spoiled weakling than he appeared when on the throne, and he'd already gone through five tutors so far. This was bound to be a ^^long^^ afternoon, but Harry was going to do his best to be patient. After all, he'd trained plenty of men he'd thought were hopeless, only for them to become great warriors. Surely he could teach the Prince at least some basic moves. He glanced up when he heard footsteps approaching, the very young man he'd been thinking of walking his way, the sun gleaming off his white-blonde hair.

((8th year))

So far, coming back to Hogwarts for a make up year had been unpleasant to say the least. No one wanted Draco here besides Pansy and Blaise. Even some of the professors were giving him a wide berth because of his involvement in the war. Unfortunately, he hadn't been given a choice in the matter, as finishing his education was part of his deal to avoid Azkaban. That didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. He'd done his best to lay low, but today the universe had other plans. The new Defense professor, who clearly didn't have any idea about certain social histories between the students, had just decided to pair him with Potter of all people for a project. Of course, Draco didn't hold ill feelings towards him anymore. After all, if it wasn't for him, he would be dead or imprisoned right now. But there was no way to avoid attention when someone went anywhere near Potter, and by the way the rest of the class hushed when their names were announced together, he knew this was only going to cause problems. Reluctantly, he moved to sit next to the Gryffindor so that they could start discussing their project, feeling rather awkward as they’d barely spoken a word to each other all term.

((8th year))

Harry had mixed feelings about being back at Hogwarts. On one hand, Hogwarts was his true home, and the place where he'd had some of the best times of his life, so going back was always a comfort. But it was also where he'd experienced some of his worst memories, and was the site where so many people he knew had died. Not to mention that it wasn't the same without Dumbledore, or even Professor Snape. Yet he came anyway, because Hermione and Ron were going, and he didn't know what else to do with himself. All his plans had gone topsy-turvy when he'd actually managed to survive the war, and now he was just kind of…existing, trying to figure out his next step.

It was a few weeks into term now, and he was going between classes when he spotted a group of 6th years crowding around something. No, ^^someone^^, and they were making quite a racket. He hurried over to see what was happening when he caught a glimpse of platinum blonde hair between two sets of legs. “Hey!” Harry ripped the boys away, revealing Malfoy on the ground, bruised and bleeding. Blood boiling, he put himself between the group and Malfoy protectively. “Get back, all of you!” he snapped, pulling out his wand. He knew there were a lot of people that weren’t happy Malfoy was back at Hogwarts with them, but he hadn’t realized it was this bad.

((Professors AU))

It had taken several years and a lot of soul searching, but Harry had finally realized that he was tired of fighting for a living. It was a major shock to the world, plastered on every front page. ‘The Savior Saves No More: Potter Quits the Aurors’. But Harry stuck to his guns. He wasn't going to try and fit the world's perfect vision for him anymore, and of course his friends had been more than supportive. Turns out the timing couldn't have been better because the position of DADA professor opened up at Hogwarts a few weeks later. He was quick to put in an application, and McGonagall was even quicker to bring him on. Sometimes he wondered if maybe that was a little too coincidental. Either way, he was excited to get started. There was just one caveat; Draco Malfoy was the Potions professor.

He hadn't seen Malfoy since the trials, where they'd parted on a civil but awkward note. He had no idea how it was going to be having to work with him, seeing him every day. Could they get along or would their old rivalry rear its ugly head? Needless to say, he was anxious when September 1st came around. He had decided to take the train in, for nostalgia’s sake, and so he entered with the students, finding most of the Head Table was already full. Of course there was only one seat left. And of course it had to be next to Malfoy himself.

((6th year, TW attempted suicide))

Draco took a deep inhale of the cool night air as he leaned over the railing of the Astronomy Tower. He felt like a shell of himself, as more stress piled on top of him in the transition from winter to spring. Not that it mattered, or that anyone cared. His grades were in the shitter, he barely spoke to anyone anymore, and he had no idea if his mother was alright, trapped in the Manor with his psychotic aunt and ^^him^^. His feeble attempts to kill Dumbeldore indirectly had all been thwarted. As days passed and the end of term approached, he knew he wasn’t going to finish the Vanishing Cabinet in time. It was over. The second he stepped off that train in King’s Cross, he was a dead man. Maybe he should just let Dumbledore kill him. He’d certainly make it quick and as painless as possible compared to the likely torture he’d endure from the Dark Lord. Or maybe it would be better just to get it over with himself. He knew he didn’t have to jump from this high, but he’d always had a fondness for the Astronomy Tower, the way he could see the entire grounds and the Forbidden Forest going on for miles. He could pretend he was flying for a moment, one last time, before the ground reached up to meet him. All he had to do was tip forward just a little more…

If you're interested, like this or message me 😁 I usually rp over discord.

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Ik @cutiecorner hasn't been feeling that great lately so I thought I'd share some headcannons for them (and if ppl just wanna see headcannons as well lol)

These are going to be agere headcannons and are going to be a mix of like, just random dc characters but mainly centered around the bats :)

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♡ Bruce and Hal may squabble a bit when in costume and stuff and may fight but little Bruce absolutely ADORES Hal. Both as Green Lantern and just in general. But he tries to hide it but he Def draws small drawings of both batman and green lantern together or as Bruce and Hal. I don't make the rules:)

☆ Bruce doesn't tell anyone about his regression. ANYONE. He does hide it pretty well when he's in a different headspace, but him in little headspace? It's fair game. He'd likely be a bit easier to read and less careful with things like he is usually.

♧ The only people in the JL that do know about it is likely Wonder Woman, Green Lantern (Hal Jordan AND John (*quick side note I hope that's the other gls name bc I did forget), Superman was the last one to officially find out just from observing things and a quick Google search.

★ Barry also regresses but to the age that around his mom died

♥︎ Bruce usually is around 1-3 years, but goes higher if he's not AS stressed or if it's just cause he's extremely happy and comfortable

♣︎ Diana Def bought some plushies for the two of them but says it's just staying at the watch tower until she can find a place for them, but somehow magically they go missing within an hour of being there....strange....

◇ Hal is actually a switch, he doesn't regress much but when he does its likely triggered by something negative, he doesn't tell anyone about it. AT ALL. Even if he knows they'd be supportive and even help him get through it.

♤ One day Bruce finds him absolutely BAWLING like this and not knowing what to do he brings him a soft medium-large sized deer plush (that definitely wasn't one of the toys Diana bought and mysteriously went missing and definitely ISNT one of Bruce's favorite pushes bc it reminds him of Hal) and gives it to him to hug.

◆ This works really well and allows for Hal to quiet down a bit and tell Bruce that he doesn't wanna tell him what's going on (yet) but thanks him and Bruce stays with him while he's still softly sobbing and hiccuping while holding him. (Bruce Def knows that he's little now too though so)

♥︎ Clark is very understanding about it and even can kind of tell when any of them regress, Barry is more open about it but Clark can notice he's little even before Barry can. He Def tells little Bruce a bunch of facts about the farm animals and machinery. He also kind of picks up that Hal MIGHT be little at times but doesn't push it. He does let Hal tell him about planes and flying when he seems like he is and for once is very excited.

♠︎ The one time that Bruce and Hal both trigger each other's regression by accident from arguing they end up needing to take a break from each other for a while but eventually Hal shows up to Bruce's door with the deer that Bruce let him borrow in hand an a reddened face from crying. They both apologize in their own way and go watch their favorite cartoons together! (Both older and modern)

□ Little Barry likes to chew stuff, like, everything and anything. His straw on his cups? Gnawed on until they're litterally sharpened a bit. His suit? Holes in the neck part now. Batmans cowl? Teeth marks on the rubber bat ears. Anything and everything is free game. Once he tried to chew the lasso of truth and Diana had to get him a chewy, turns out those don't last long so Bruce bought him a whole pack.

■ whenever hal does go to someone when hes feeling little he goes to Bruce or Clark, but he only goes to Clark if it's dire and Bruce isn't there. He doesn't even know that Bruce knows yet, he just goes and watches cartoons with him or if shes too overwhelmed she'll just stay with him and relax a but.

~I also headcannon that Hal goes by Both He/Him and She/Her pronouns btw

☆Barry does end up getting a pacifier and tried his best to take MUCH better care of that than his chewies that he takes about everywhere and gnaws on. He saves it for when he's calm enough to not chew it as badly.

♡ Bruce mainly has the plushies that Diana bought for him, and a few childhood toys that Clark claims that he only brought to the tower for sentimental purposes..although he hasn't complained when his old plush cow went missing..he doesn't care though, he DOES hide them in his room in the tower and doesn't take them back to the manor. Well, unless they somehow magically make it back with him.

♧ Hal sometimes drops plushes off at the manor, along with Clark and Diana. Alfred is aware of this and supports it. Anything that'll help his son.

★ Hal sometimes draws pictures of the whole league and himself and keeps them in a notebook in a drawer in her room in the tower

♥︎ She Def draws with Barry and Clark sometimes when she's bored

Anyways I hope you enjoyed these and I hope they were okay lol :)

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Here's a bit more about the Persona 5 Mech au, where everyone is and what they're up to

More Mech au

(title to make it easier for me to search)

Alright let's go

Here's some world stuff again to start

Schooling goes like, elementary for young kids, until they're about 15. After that it's either Pilot school or high school, though since pilot school only takes new applicants every 3 years, some starting pilots are as young as 12

Body augmentations are common. For non pilots, "replacements" are things you can buy to improve your life, originally created as an option for disabled people. For pilots, there is never a choice. When they sign up for pilot school, they sign a waiver that allows the government automatic consent to replace any part of them to keep them alive

Pilots dont pay for their food, lodgings, or Replacements. Medical too. They pay with their service, since the mortality rate is over 80%. They get a small weekly allowance for amusement spending, and any other money comes from their families

When they retire, there are two payment options. If they work outside the government structure or swear off working with them, they receive just enough to live in their chosen area. Otherwise, they're employed by the government for as long as they are able, and have access to standard amenities with decent pay

Character info under the cut! It's a lot so I don't wanna clog the tags with a mile long post lmao

Otherwise, tell me if you're interested in this one. Like my hero au it's gonna stick around a while, I like this one a lot! So feel free to send me asks!!

Joker (I use the name Akira for him but I usually just say Joker)

So, he's not human. A test tube baby too! He's a mix of human DNA and DNA taken from the monsters they've managed to kill. The "spirit" of the monster he shares DNA with was placed into the mech he tends to pilot most, Arsene

When Wakaba and her team created Joker, they used the most human parts for him. The excess was used to create unit M0N-A, aka Morgana. He acts as a companion for the pilots, and is the mascot for Pilot team 3

Joker was raised by a mix of head researcher Wakaba, and security officers Sojiro and Zenkichi (in the words of Cap, Old Man Yaoi). He was raised as Futaba's older half-brother, and is unaware that he is not human

Goro

An orphan, he joined the Pilot academy to make something of his life, to prove that he was worth keeping. One day he hopes to face his father and show him what he missed out on

He didn't have good sync scores with any pilots in his grad year, his closest to passing mark being a 61.23 with Makoto's former partner Eiko. However, he and Joker broke the national sync record by hitting a 95.89 on their first attempt, making them partners

He did nearly die around that time. In order to save him they used Joker's blood for a transfusion, and now Akechi's body is, doing strange things

He shares a quad dorm with fellow class 192 graduates Makoto and Haru, and class 193 graduate Hifumi. He gets along very well with Security officer Zenkichi, and is fond of having debates with head office staff Sae Niijima

He joined the Pilot academy after his orphanage was visited by a few members of Team 2 (the Persona 4 crew). He really looks up to pilot Naoto Shirogane

Ann

Her parents were against her becoming a pilot. They wanted her to inherit their business, which makes the sync suits the pilots wear. However, she felt a rush when she tried one on for the first time, and she doesn't let anyone stop her from reaching her dreams

She and Ryuji were sync partners in the academy, best friends from kindergarten too. Shiho joined their group in elementary school, and all three joined the academy together. Shiho's sync scores with both of them were just below theirs, and their teachers joked that they'd be the perfect team for a three pilot mech

Ann and Shiho fell hard for each other, and started dating at the academy. They planned to try to pilot at the same base after, maybe even actually become a true trio with Ryuji- so they could be together forever

But of course, the final exam is known for cutting pilot numbers down fast. By killing most and injuring the rest, leaving only the bravest to continue forward. Ann and Ryuji passed, though their training mech went up in flames. Ann had to have her left arm replaced, only up to the elbow.

However, Shiho was less lucky. Barely passing, she lost both legs below the knees. She decided to retire immediately, but vowed to stay by Ann's side even if she continued as a pilot.

And continue she did. Chosen for the elite Team 3, Ann got to stay in Central Base City, and married Shiho as soon as they were able to. She shares a room quad with Ryuji, Yusuke, and Joker

Her ultimate dream? To retire and live peacefully with Shiho, working on making better and better sync suits

Ryuji

Being a mech pilot was always his dream. His dad had been a deadbeat, and tried to hurt him and his mom. A pilot trainee had noticed and swept in and saved them, and ever since it was the only thing Ryuji wanted to do

He grew up besties with Ann, and eventually Shiho. He never minded third wheeling them, they never made him feel left out. His marks were always just barely good enough to pass, but his physical test results were always top of the class

During his final exam, his and Ann's mech caught fire. He lost his right leg, up to his hip. The replacement works well enough, but he always walks with a slight limp. Neither Researcher Wakaba nor Medic Tae Takemi know why, nothing shows up on his tests

He is the pilot that gets along the least with M0N-A, and goes off base once a month to stay with his mom for a week

Yusuke

He was the first student pilot to use a solo mech on the exam and pass. He also came out of the exam whole, since his Replacement eye came from a sneezing incident while he was sketching his precious mech

Yusuke's mom used to work at the Northern Reach base, which is where the infamous Pilot Team 1 was stationed. His art teacher was a corrupt man and tricked his ill mother out of money with the false promise of a new-gen Replacement for her liver

Orphaned once she died, Yusuke nearly killed Madarame in his rage, but two Team one members, Makoto Yuki and Kotone Shiomi, stopped him in time and took him in for a spell

He believes he owes the pilot program for his survival, and joined the academy the first chance he got. He was temporarily sync partners with Hifumi, but they could only reach a 65.20 sync rate. As such both were pushed into the test group for solo mech's due to their otherwise high test scores

Yusuke rarely pilots a dual mech because of this, but he has the most success with Joker (who is genetically designed to achieve high scores) and Haru. The highest sync score he's ever achieved was a 73.95, with Joker

He also is the one who sews on the patches to everyone's bomber jackets. Oh, cause they each have a Team 3 bomber jacket in their mech's colours. Yusuke made team 3 patches, as well as any other patches his teammates wished for and sewed them by hand

Makoto

A second generation pilot! Her father and mother had met through the pilot program, him as a pilot and her as a researcher, and they had Sae as, an accident. They were both young, maybe too young. It did keep him out of combat for a few years though

When their first daughter was about, 12-15, you know, pilot age, they found out they were having a second child. Sae didn't want to be a pilot, but she wasn't pushed that hard because well, her father was going to have a second chance for a legacy now

However, the mother didn't make it. Makoto was born during the first monster attack on Central Base City, and the complications with the birth meant only daughter survived. It was devasting for her father, but he sat in the loud, flashing hospital hallway with his baby daughter, his oldest tucked into his side and shivering, and promised to dedicate his life for their futures

With her father focusing on piloting, Makoto was mostly raised by her older sister and said sister's girlfriend, Tae Takemi. Still, she looked up to her father almost too much, and knew she was going to be a pilot no matter what

Even when he died. Even when Sae tried to rip up her pilot school application. Even when she legally died for a few minutes during her final exam.

Before the exam though, she was top of her class in all categories, competing for top spot with Goro. She was dating her sync partner Eiko, was good friends with another pilot named Haru, life was good

But you know. Her partner died during the exam, and Makoto nearly did too. Their mech shorted, sending electricity right through them, and lots of it. Makoto's heart was, well, fried. But Tae and the medical team got her in and successfully implemented the 22nd functioning organ replacement

She didn't retire though, and was paired with Haru and placed in Team 3. She always feels, less than human, and fears she'll lose her humanity without her heart

Futaba

Daughter of the lead researcher, Futaba was around mech's her whole life. Her mom is still alive! And she's doing great. She didn't want Futaba to be a pilot, but she also knew she couldn't tell Futaba no and expect her to listen

In her exam her copilot died, and her spine had to be replaced. They were, crushed. Literally. Futaba won't let that stop her though, and wants to keep pace with her big brother Joker

She is unaware that she shares more blood with her brother's partner than her brother

Both she and Makoto's Replacements require monthly check ups, whereas everyone else only has to go in every 3 months

Futaba has. Something, with Sumire. They were made sync partners when they were assigned Team 3, but there's. More. Neither will admit there are feelings involved though, so it's. A work in progress

Haru

Daughter of the owner of one of the big companies that fund the pilot program, Haru entered as a secret. Her father only found out when she was accepted, and by then it was too late to turn back

She was fond of her first sync partner, but from day one she was in love with Makoto. She was fine with the way things were, and kept trudging on. She was going to be a pilot, she was going to help

In fact, she was pretty damn good. Haru was one of few that survived the final exam without needing a replacement, yet her partner still retired. She was paired with Makoto when they were placed in Team 3, and it was like a dream come true. Only, her partner is as dense as a concrete wall

Oh well. She's already waited ten years, what's a few more?

Sumire

One half of the former Yoshizawa strike team. She and her twin sister Kasumi had record high sync scores, and were on track to be the best pilots of their generation.

You can probably guess what happened.

The final exam. Their mech was sliced in half, the core exploding from the stress. The left side was completely destroyed, Kasumi along with it. Sumire survived, barely

Her left arm, leg, part of her shoulder, some ribs and a chunk of hip were all replaced. She also feels like half her soul was ripped out. She did t retire though, vowing to be the best, for her sisters sake

Paired with Futaba on Team 3, there's. Something there. Along the lines of, friends with benefits? Maybe. Kind of. They're being, selective with the whole thing

Hifumi

And finally Hifumi! She payed for a brain augmentation, a processing chip, to be placed in her brain. So she can think and plan a lot faster, but she's still getting used to the whole thing

I don't have much for her compared to the others, she's otherwise full human and tends to be sent out the least of the Team 3 pilots

Anyways. ASK ME ABOUT THIS I HAVE LIKE THE WHOLE THING WORKED OUT

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Crimson Desire - Chapter 1: Ruddy Possession

Neggie/Negan Smith x Maggie Rhee || Rated: E || Chapter Words: 3k || Overall Fic Words: 3k

Summary: Red - A primary color that can symbolize anger, hate, passion, love, and lust. Red - Also the color of Negan's scarf and the collar that he makes Maggie wear to mark her as special when he brings her in to be one of his wives. Over time, the lines of these emotions will become blurred and their feelings will progress as they bond and become infatuated with each other.

A/N: So, this is an idea I thought of a couple weeks ago that I became obsessed with and just had to start writing. Shout-out to the people in the Neggie Discord server who have been excited for this fic and who have been very supportive of me, thank you so much guys!!! <3

Enjoy! :]

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Negan whistled out the signature sound of the Saviors as he walked through the entrance to Hilltop, alerting everyone who hadn't already known he was there to the presence of him and the other Saviors he brought with him. All eyes were suddenly on him and they all showed either fear, contempt, or some mix of both. They were likely wondering what he was doing here as they'd already given their portion of supplies recently. Negan was here for something but it was not an item. Ever since that night he first encountered Rick's group, there was one person in particular on his mind: The widow.

He was entranced by her ever since he laid eyes on her and couldn't get her off his mind, especially knowing that she was now single thanks to him. When Negan had visited Alexandria and asked to see her, Rick and company had tried telling him that she had succumbed to her illness but Negan could sense the lie. He played along with it then but now, a day later, he was here at Hilltop this morning in search of her as he wanted to go through with asking her what he had told Rick he wanted to do: Make her one of his wives.

A man, who Negan thinks he remembers was named Jesus, heard the commotion going on and came out to see what was happening and approached Negan. "What brings you here? We just gave you our share a few days ago," Jesus said, trying to remain calm but fear slipped into his voice.

Negan smirked. "Hey, relax. You're all good. I'm here for something else, actually," he told him.

Jesus looked at him in confusion. "What?"

"The widow."

Jesus' eyes widened in shock. "You want Maggie?"

Negan smiled upon hearing her name. He hadn't learned what it was until now. "Maggie… That's her name, huh? Beautiful." Just like her, he thought but didn't say that part aloud. "But yes, I'm here for her. Where is she?"

"She's not here… She… died," Jesus tried telling him though it was very unconvincing. A rush of anger went through Negan at what he'd said. The fact that he was trying this same lie on him that the pricks at Alexandria did was pissing him off. He wasn't born yesterday, he's been through enough to know a lie when he sees one and they were all definitely lying about Maggie being dead, likely because she wanted to avoid him after what he did.

Negan kept his calm demeanor on the outside though. "Huh… I see. Well, I guess we'll be on our way," he said and turned around as if he was going to leave but then suddenly whipped back around, kicking Jesus in his legs, knocking him to the ground. He laid on his back and Negan pointed his trusty bat Lucille directly at his face, the barbed wire it donned glistening threateningly in the sunlight.

"Now, one of you-" He looked around the crowd that had formed, pointing at all of them. "-better tell me where Maggie is or else I'll bash his head in," he finished his threat. Usually he'd throw a quip in there but he was too eager to get his new wife. Nobody moved or said anything, which pissed him off further. "Fine, have it your way," he said before raising the bat above his head in preparation to strike.

"Stop!" a voice called out suddenly. Negan looked up and saw the source of the voice ahead. Either Maggie had been hiding somewhere he couldn't see or someone had alerted her to what was going on because here she was now, approaching him. There she is… My widow, Negan thought to himself happily.

"I'm here. Leave him alone," she demanded. Negan lowered the bat and pointed at Jesus then somewhere off to the side, indicating that he could get up and go, and he did just that. Negan walked over to stand closer to Maggie. He got a better look at her face, seeing that she seemed better than the last time he saw her. Her lovely short brown hair was more kept, her pretty green eyes were vibrant, and overall she was glowing, unlike that night when she seemed deathly sick. He had already thought she was stunning that first night he saw her but seeing her healthy like this, she was beautiful and Negan couldn't take his eyes off her even if he wanted to.

"What do you want?" she said in an angry tone, snapping him out of his trance.

Negan smiled at her. "Well, hello to you too," he joked but Maggie didn't find it funny, instead staring daggers at him. "Okay then, let me cut right to the chase: I want you to come back to the Sanctuary with me and be one of my wives, darling."

Maggie looked at him as if he'd just grown a second head. "Are you insane? Why the hell would I agree to that? I'd rather die," she snapped at him. Negan's eyes just lit up. Feisty… I like that.

"Because, even though I didn't know him, I still bet I could treat you better than your lousy husband I killed," he teased. Maggie scoffed and gave him a look like she wanted to skin him alive. "Alright, well how about this…" His smile fell and his expression became deathly serious. "If you don't come back with me, I'll have my soldiers kill all of your friends."

Maggie's expression softened slightly and she gulped. She looked him in the eyes to get a sense of if he was bluffing or not and the look he had told her that he meant what he said. For a moment, she looked over all the people watching them and saw the concerned faces of some of the people she cared about. She also thought of all the people at Alexandria who she loved too. She's already lost too many people and she couldn't bear it if someone else got hurt because of her. She cared more about her friends' well-being than she did hers, so reluctantly, she agreed. 

"Okay… If you promise not to hurt them, I'll go back with you."

Negan grinned in a predatory manner at getting what he'd wanted. "I promise."

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Maggie sat uncomfortably in the back of the truck they had put her in. The floor was hard with no padding and they had tied her hands behind her back and blindfolded her before she even entered the vehicle. Understandable, she thought, as they likely wanted to make sure she couldn't try anything. But not being able to move her arms or see anything was making the fear she already felt worse. She assumed that Negan wasn't going to hurt or kill her since he wants her as a wife but the possibilities of what exactly being a wife entailed had her feeling nervous and sick at some of the things she was envisioning.

The truck slowly came to a stop, breaking Maggie out of her thoughts. After a moment, she heard the back doors to the truck open and someone entered, pulled her to her feet, and guided her outside. Once she was out, the person untied her hands and then pulled the blindfold off her and Maggie blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light. When her vision came into focus, she saw that there was a building in front of her, one that looked like an old factory. It was big, gray, and looming, and the vibe it gave off was eery. The area surrounding it was not much better, with no grass on the ground and walkers chained to a fence that surrounded the building, likely to keep people away. This place looked nothing like the inviting communities she was used to and she knew the inside was likely worse.

"Welcome home," the person, who Maggie now realized was Negan, said in an overly cheery tone. A chill went up her spine at the idea that this place could ever be her home.

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Negan had taken Maggie to be checked out by The Sanctuary's doctor before doing anything else just as precaution since he saw how sick she'd been not long ago. Maggie argued against it but Negan insisted as he said that he likes to "take care of his wives," which Maggie found hard to believe. The doctor checked her out and asked all sorts of questions, including if she suspected if she was pregnant or not. Maggie found the whole thing invasive and obnoxious, especially since Negan hadn't bothered to leave the room, but she went along with it and answered the questions and explained to him that she wasn't pregnant and had just come down with some nasty bug and that she was better now. After all his tests, the doctor agreed that she was alright and healthy and released her.

After that, Negan guided Maggie through The Sanctuary with one hand on her back and the other firmly holding onto Lucille. Every person they passed looked at them with curious eyes, wondering who the new woman was. Some already knew or guessed who she was as word of The Widow and Negan's obsession with her had already been spread around ever since that night. Anytime someone looked at her a little too long or in a way Negan didn't like, he shot them a threatening glare and they backed off immediately.

They arrived at a door and Negan opened it, guiding Maggie into the room. Maggie looked around and saw that it was a bedroom, which she assumed was Negan's. "Welcome to my room," Negan said, confirming Maggie's guess. The room was big and had various furniture items. There was a large bed with a canopy over it and a table next to it with a lamp on it, a dresser, a couch with a coffee table in front of it, and a couple of chairs across from the couch with a table in between them. There were also shelves behind the couch and a few plants throughout the room. All of the furniture was black and so was the room itself. It looked dreary but also fancy in a way. She also noticed that there was a door to what looked like a bathroom. Maggie stood waiting for any instruction from Negan, not wanting to upset him by moving somewhere she wasn't supposed to.

Negan left her for a moment to walk over to the dresser. He put Lucille down against the side of it and opened one of the drawers, took out some sort of black fabric, then turned around and walked back over to Maggie. He unfolded the item and held it up to show her, revealing that it was a dress. It was sleeveless, above knee length, and had a low neck; it looked a little too revealing for Maggie's taste. Negan held out the dress to her and Maggie stared at it then looked up at him in confusion.

"Take it and put it on," he told her. Maggie's eyes flicked back down to the dress then back to him again. Negan noticed her hesitance. "All my wives wear one of these, darling. It's one of the rules of being a wife," he explained and smiled at her.

Maggie scrunched her face in a sort of disgust. "I have to wear that?"

"Yes." Negan's smile fell and his expression soured. "Unless you want me to pay a visit to your friends." Maggie got the hint and took the dress from him.

"Good girl." Negan walked back over to the dresser to pick up Lucille again. He then moved to sit down on the couch, resting Lucille against the side of it next to him. "You can get changed in there," he told her and pointed towards the bathroom.

Maggie nodded and then moved to enter the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She stood and looked at the dress in her hands for a second before putting it down to remove the clothes she currently had on. She then put the dress on and looked in the mirror that was above the sink. It did look nice, she had to admit, but it was still something that she usually wouldn't wear and that made her uncomfortable, especially since it was for Negan's benefit.

After inspecting herself, she opened the door to the bathroom and exited. She walked back over to stand off to the side in front of the couch. "Well, look at you," Negan said once he saw her and the look he gave her as his eyes scanned her body had her feeling exposed. 

"Have a seat," he told her and gestured towards one of the chairs across from him. Maggie nodded and moved to sit on the chair like he said.

"So, the rules of being a wife. You know the first, you have to wear a black dress like that every day," he began explaining. "Second rule: You cannot have any other partners. I am the only one you're to be with." A snicker accidentally escaped Maggie's mouth at that. He can have multiple wives but they can't have someone else? she thought.

Negan didn't find it funny though. "I'm serious. I don't tolerate cheating. Any sorry schmuck who gets caught with you gets a nice kiss on the cheek from a hot iron. You understand?" Maggie gulped and nodded. "Yes… Sorry."

"Good. Now, there's one last rule…" Negan stood up and walked over to the side table by the bed. He opened the drawer and took out a small item. He walked back over to Maggie to stand in front of her to show her. It was a collar. It looked to be made of leather and on the ends at the front of it were two metal rings that connected to a heart-shaped lock in the middle to keep it closed. The color of the collar was a bright red, like the one of Negan's scarf, and the lock was a shiny silver. Negan had a small key, the same color as the lock and that had a chain connected to it like a necklace, in one of his hands, which she assumed belonged with the collar. Negan gestured with one of his hands upwards to indicate that he wanted Maggie to stand up and hesitantly, she did.

Negan moved the collar around to unlock the lock and before she could question it, he wrapped the collar around the back of Maggie's neck, making her eyes widen in shock. "The last rule is, you have to wear this at all times, unless you're doing something like bathing of course. If you find it too uncomfortable to sleep in, I'll allow it to be off then… But I'd rather I didn't have to," he explained to her as he fastened the lock back in place at the front of her neck, securing the collar around her. "Beautiful," he complimented once it was in place and he saw it on her. He then took the key and put it around his neck, arranging it to sit on top of his scarf. "This key will stay on me almost at all times. The only one who gets to decide if and when you remove the collar is me," he explained further. 

"Every rule is to be respected but this is the most important one. Do you understand?" Maggie nodded. She hated the idea of having to wear a collar but she didn't want to challenge it and possibly upset him enough to hurt people she cared about. "Good," Negan said. 

"You make all your wives wear one of these?" Maggie asked, genuinely curious and somewhat bewildered at the idea that he would. It wasn't too tight nor too heavy physically but just the concept of wearing it seemed absurd and uncomfortable to Maggie.

"No… Just you," he answered and Maggie furrowed her brows in confusion at that. "You're special, baby. Ever since I saw you in that clearing, I wanted you. I couldn't stop thinking about you, which is why I had to bring you back with me. There's just something about you that drives me crazy." His tone was sincere and his gaze was so intense that Maggie blushed and had to move her eyes away from looking at his. "And the fact that I made you a widow? Shit… I would say I'm sorry but I'm not, I love it. Widows, especially ones like you, are amazing. And I know I can fill that void inside you, darling." Maggie cringed inwardly and a surge of anger flowed through her at that. She tried to hide her annoyance though. If Negan noticed her change in mood, he ignored it to continue talking. "This collar-" He raised his hand to cradle the heart-shaped lock in his hand and the brief contact his hand made her skin made her let out a faint surprised gasp. "-signifies that you're special. One of a kind. It's important that we show that."

Negan ran his thumb across the lock before releasing his hold on the collar. He then walked over to the door to the room to open it and looked back at Maggie. "Come on, I'm gonna give you a proper grand tour," he told her and smiled at her.

She stood there for a moment before hesitantly following him out the door. She thought about what he said, how she was the only wife who had to wear a collar, and anxiety and anger started creeping into her knowing that people were going to see her like this. She hated that not only was she now considered a wife to the man who murdered her husband but also that she's being othered as special to him. Maggie reached up to feel the collar, the item suddenly feeling restricting on her. She doesn't know how she'll get out of this but she'll play along for now so that everyone stays safe.

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A/N: I don't know if I was able to describe the collar properly so if you're having trouble imagining what it looks like, I'm imaging it to look similar to this (just with the colors I described instead): https://imgur.com/a/jZgSChX

Also sorry about the doctor part, I know that was probably dumb/random, but I had to establish that Maggie isn't pregnant in this AU somehow lol.

I already have some stuff written for chapter 2 so hopefully it won't be too long until I can finish it. :]

Thank you for reading! <3

[phantomgramholo]

Challengers Roleplay Search

Hey! 21+ nb looking for other 20+ partners for some Challengers plots. I want to write Patrick against an Art and/or Tashi – if we can get a group of 3 together, I'd love to have a 1x1x1 server! 

I'm also down for 1x1 with a single character each or sharing one of the thirds. Basically, I'm flexible lol.

I write any length from text conversations to novella depending on what the context calls for; I'm open to literate partners who want to write multi-para/novella or a mix of multi and text-convo. In a 1x1x1 I'd prefer to mix text conversations and multi/para plots between channels.

I have a fairly busy schedule and do my best to respond as quickly as I can, typically within the day but potentially up to three at most for 1x1 novella replies. Anything longer than a week, I'll give a heads-up. Priority would be ensured for a 1x1x1 so everyone has a chance to interact. I'm super chill about response times and am only willing to rp with people who are equally as lax.

On to the fun stuff–

Plot-wise, I'm looking for pretty much anything with lots of drama. Angst, hurt/comfort, au, dead dove, cheesy Omegle-style, you name it. Smut ratios can be negotiated per plot; I'm happy to write either way. Kinks, limits, etc. discussed as needed. 

A few ideas that come to mind first:

Stormed in at a fancy resort, Art/Tashi run into Patrick and chaos ensues ((Think Forgetting Sarah Marshall vibes))

Instead of Tashi suffering her injury, it was Patrick/Art. What dynamics would the throuple have to balance with one of the other players losing their outlet?

What if Tashi was never injured at all? ((would Patrick turn to Art? Would Art play both sides? So much to work with with this one))

Some time into their marriage, Tashi encourages Art to explore his sexuality, so he sucks it up and heads to a gay bar, where who else does he run into but the (first and) last person he'd want to see – Patrick

Messy college au's

Fire & Ice pre-Tashi era

Post-canon interpretations

Patrick/Tashi cheating behind Art's back

Stormed in at Patrick's parents' fancy-fucking-rich-people-house while his parents are gone

Patrick crashing their wedding

Anything from the angle of Patrick being in love with a repressed/stubborn Art

Anything with Tashi toying with Patrick's jealousy of she and Art's relationship to make him want them both more

I am atrocious at writing starters, so if you have any plot ideas, let me know and we can plot together. Better yet, if you're interested and already have a starter yourself, send it my way! I rp via discord or email.

Message me or like this post if you're interested and I'll reach out! Be sure to let me know if you'd like to be part of the search for a group rp so I know who's interested. Thanks!

[thestormkitten]

The Nature Trail: Part 3

Author Note: Welcome back to the final part of this sweet little story. 

If you’re new here... this is part three to this.. part 1 and this... part 2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: cursing, fluff, angst, reader is quirkless, somewhat heated moment

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The following days were a blur for you. You left the apartment you shared with Midoriya. Mrs. Walters had an apartment above her bakery that she would rent to you for free if you helped her during the holiday and rush seasons. You avoided social media not wanting to see any more pictures of Bakugou with his new fling or be there when news got out that you and Midoriya were no longer seeing each other.

You changed your lunch with a coworker for a later time. You knew Bakugou was going earlier so you would go later so you could avoid those intense red eyes with everything you could. 

Yet, the trees of the trail were lackluster even with their fresh spring greenery. Even as birds hummed and more people began using the path in the warmer weather you felt like the trail you once held so dearly was dead. Yet, you walked it everyday as if you were visiting a grave of a deceased loved one. You tried to find happiness and comfort in the memories but you still felt a growing emptiness in your chest. 

“Time, my dear, it’s all you can do,” Mrs. Walters told you one evening while you worked beside her after hours. You helped make a large birthday cake for a child’s party. “With time you’ll find your happiness.” 

You hadn’t told her about Bakugou, you weren’t even sure if she knew that you knew each other. So, you assumed she had meant Midoriya. 

You just nodded and continued to mix the batter. 

“I’m thinking of getting some weekend help around here!” She carried on cheerfully. “You wouldn’t mind someone else down here would you?” 

You smiled to yourself at her kindness and consideration of you. “Of course not Mrs. Walters. You do whatever it is you have to do!”

 Weeks had passed since the hero gala and Bakugou searched endlessly for you each day on the trail. He went back to his usual time hoping to catch you. He even found himself waiting outside the door hoping you’d see him. He just wanted to apologize and wish you a happy marriage to Deku.  No matter what he wanted or what he thought you deserved it wasn’t his decision and after a very long night of puking, and a very deep hangover he knew he just needed to give a real apology. 

Of course he kept his promise to introducing Hana to Denki, the pro hero Chargebolt. Within a week they were making headlines about being the new hottest couple. At first tabloids ridiculed her for sleeping with Bakugou then moving right to Denki, but those rumors died away as the next big scandal came up. 

Nothing had been said about you and Deku since that night. Nothing minus speculation on ‘the big day’. Reporters tried to get more details from Deku, but he replied no comment. 

A couple of months passed and it was the beginning of summer before the top pros came home. Congratulating their rising heroes on the work well done. Best Jeanist even offered to sell the agency to Bakugou. The new rankings would come during the Fall Hero Awards and rumors were that he was set to be in the top of the chart. 

Everything Bakugou could have ever wanted was coming true. He was going to be a top hero maybe even number one! He was going to have his own agency. He was making the name for himself that he had spent so many years perfecting. Yet, he didn’t feel excitement. 

He just felt empty. He felt like the mask he wore for the world was cracking and he had to keep gluing it back together. He wanted so badly to be able to take that mask off like he had done with you so many times for so many months as you walked beside him. 

He tried to find comfort in the nature trail. He tried to let the memories fill his chest and keep him warm. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes he felt fulfilled as he let the images of you touching trees and gazing at the branches take over his walks. 

One afternoon he was called over by his favorite bakery owner. 

“Boy get over here!” She called to him. He smiled to himself and strolled over to her door. 

“Whatchya need, Granny? You got something you need carried up the stairs for ya?” 

“Tch!” She shooed her hands at him dismissively. “You’re so brash! Can’t you help a sweet old lady out without all the lip?” She started back into the bakery signaling for him to follow her. 

“Yeah sure. When you find me a sweet old lady to help out let me know!” 

Her laugh echoed through the shop. She always enjoyed her banter with Bakugou. It made her feel like she was talking to a younger version of herself. She saw his hard exterior, but also felt his warm heart. 

“I was wondering if you could help me some on the weekends!” She circled the counter and started wiping down the surface as she awaited his response patiently. 

Bakugou balked at the request. He had a lot on his plate nowadays. He was about to be named a top hero and he was going to have his own agency soon too. He had so many things on his plate he didn’t have time to help at the bakery on weekends. 

“Just for a couple of weeks while I find a real replacement,” She said calmly as if she could read his mind. He started to wonder if Granny had a mind reading quirk. 

Bakugou thought about it for a moment. He glanced over his shoulder at your office building. His hopes of seeing on the weekend weren’t high as he never saw you on the weekends before so why would now be any different? He looked back at Mrs. Walters as she busied herself waiting for his answer. 

“Alright fine! Just for a few weeks!”

 You woke up early one Saturday morning to the scent of fresh baked croissants from the bakery below. Mrs. Walters told you in passing a couple of nights ago her new weekend helper would be starting. They must have gotten in early to start baking for the Saturday morning rush. 

You walked over to your window and saw the old Jeep parked in front of the building. You saw that Jeep often and wondered who it belonged to. You always liked the idea of riding in one of those along the countryside in the summer. It was the perfect time of year. You hoped the owner enjoyed riding in it at much as you imagined you would. 

Your black cat, Pepper, hopped up into your lap as you sat by the window and gazed out it longingly. The warm coffee in your hands and the sun beaming over her inky black fur made you feel at peace. For the first time since you moved into your new home you felt totally serene. It would be a good day you told yourself. 

You didn’t go down to the bakery until a little past 8. You knew that Mrs. Walters wouldn’t mind you sneaking down to grab a croissant before she opened. However, since she had a new worker down there you wanted to let her finish showing them the opening tasks before you interrupted. 

You snuck down the wooden staircase that led right into the kitchen. No one was in the area, you assumed they were out front tending to the first few customers of the day. You saw the croissants spread out along the island. They smelled delicious and looked equally as good. Even better than usual you noted. You swiped one off the tray and left a few bills on the counter.

A bit of your Saturday morning ritual; you would grab whatever pastry she was making for that morning, drop some money on the counter with enough for tip and go back upstairs. It was an unspoken agreement you had with her. Actually you had a lot of unspoken agreements that just seemed to work. 

You pulled the pastry apart and took in the warm scent as it filled your nose. These smelled perfect. They were light, buttery, and perfectly golden brown. You put the first half in your mouth and began to walk back up the stairs. 

“Oi!” A gruff voice burst through the door and made you stop in your tracks. “You gotta pay for that!” 

You knew that voice. You could have picked it out anywhere. You turned around and there he was Bakugou Katsuki wearing a black apron and a black cap to tame his wild blonde spikes. 

“Y/n?” His nose scrunched up in confusion. “What the fuck are you even doing here?” 

You were so stunned to see him that you let the pastry just hang from your mouth for a moment. Then when you realized what was happening you reached up and pulled it from your lips. 

Bakugou didn’t miss the missing ring on your left hand as you pulled the pastry from your lips. 

Mrs. Walters told him she had a tenant upstairs, but she never mentioned it was you. 

“I’m sorry. I left money on the counter. Mrs. Walters always just accepts it.” You pointed to the cash you had left. 

“Yeah? Well, she never mentioned it to me. So...” He couldn’t find the right words. “Well, uh enjoy,” He uttered and started to turn around again. 

This was literally the moment he had waited for. He wanted to see you, to apologize, but he didn’t expect to see you living above the bakery alone with no engagement ring anymore. He wasn’t prepared. He didn’t expect it. 

Then, you, sweet gorgeous, you spoke first, “It’s delicious!” 

A smirk crept across his face. He knew they were delicious. 

“Tell Mrs. Walters this is the best batch yet!” 

He turned to you with a twisted expression. “Psh! That Granny isn’t even here today. I made these myself!” He gestured to the dozens upon dozens of pastries before him. 

“You made these? All by yourself?” Your eyes got wide and you looked back at the pastry in your hand with sheer shock. “I didn’t know you could bake!” A genuine smile broke out across your face. It delighted you to learn a new fact about him even in the tense state that was your relationship. 

“Oh, I can bake, I can cook, I even fold my own underwear,” He joked dryly. You burst out into a laugh. One that he longed to hear again. He even chuckled along with you. 

Then a feeling of bittersweet washed over you and you couldn’t stop your tongue. “Well, Im sure your girlfriend loves it.” 

“Hah? I don’t-“ He was cut off by the bell of the front door. “I really want to talk to you. Can I-“ His eyes shifted around trying to figure out what to say next. 

You had been avoiding this man for so long. You had originally been sure you wanted nothing to do with him. You didn’t want to open anymore old wounds. Yet, when presented with the opportunity you blurted out, “I’m off all day. Do you want to talk when the store closes?” 

“Uh yeah! That sounds, good. Yeah we close at-“

“2. I’ll come down around 3? So you can get cleaned up?”

He nodded and let a small smile tug at his lips. “I have to go, I’ll see you soon.” He turned to walk away. 

You ran back up the stairs, nervous. You had no idea what to expect from your talk. You weren’t sure, but the spark between you two was still there.

You paced your small apartment a million times over. You looked at your outfits trying to get ready. But then you had to remind yourself that you weren’t going on a date. Why did it feel like you were getting ready for a date though? You had to shake the thought from your head and went with jean shorts and a flowly crop top tank. It was one of your favorite outfits. 

Three rolled around and you went downstairs. The shop was quiet and sparkling clean. You looked in the front and he was nowhere to be seen. You went back out the back entrance and rounded the front of the building. Was he standing you up? Were you once again going to look like a fool? 

Just as anxiety began to settle into your chest you saw the Jeep you had been gawking at pull up. Out of the drivers side door emerged Bakugou. 

“Hey, Princess, sorry, I got done a little early and wanted to run a quick errand.” He walked around the side of the car and opened the passenger side door. “Let’s go for a drive.” 

You hesitated at first. You didn’t always feel comfortable getting into someone else’s car. Yet, when you looked into his red eyes you just felt secure. So you smiled and hopped in. 

“What’s your flavor of music?“ Bakugou opened his Spotify and flipped through his playlists. 

“Wanna do a blend list?“ You smiled. He scoffed, but nodded immediately sending you a link to join a blend list with him. 

The mix of your songs was different and at the same time electric. You both listened to the same pop punk songs, but your list also featured pop songs and his heavy metal. You didn’t talk as you drove through the countryside. You watched as you saw the water glistening and stretching for miles welcomed you. The mountain side that the Jeep hugged was vast and intimating, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

You didn’t ask where you were going you trusted him. It was about a 30 minute drive before he pulled off the road the sign at the entrance read “The Green Trail”. He got out and came around to your side and opened your door for you. 

He wore a black tank top that was no doubt underneath his T-shirt he wore for work at the bakery. For the first time since you met him you really noticed how toned his muscles were and how they flexed with each movement. You knew he was in shape, but in that moment you started wondering just how in shape he was. 

He offered his hand to help you out of the truck. When you hopped down he settled his hand on your waist to keep you balanced on the uneven ground. 

“Ya like nature trails?” He smirked already knowing the answer. 

“Oh you know…I can go for one every so often,” You joked back. 

You began walking along the new path. This one was different than the one back home. It was on the side of a mountain, the trees that loomed over you were so much taller, and their branches touched each other high above your head. You stared up at the leaves that grazed each other. It was like they held hands to keep you cool from the summer sun. You looked over at Bakugou and wondered what it would be like to hold his hand. Then you quickly shook the thought from your brain. This wasn’t a date.  

Bakugou admired you as you looked up at the trees. He knew you’d appreciate this trail. It was one of his favorite, just a little to far from the city for daily walks. He watched the sparkle in your eyes and wondered what you were thinking about. 

The silence while peaceful ate away at Bakugou. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts and finally broke the silence. “I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You hummed as you let your fingers graze the low branches as you walked by. 

“For try to get between you and Midoriya. I shouldn’t have said those things. And I shouldn’t have ignored you. You’re a good friend.” 

You didn’t stop, but you did turn just a bit to look at him. His shoulders were up by his ears and he glanced down to the side. His cheeks burned red. He didn’t need to tell you for you to know that apologies were hard for the explosive hero. 

“It’s honestly not your fault. Izu-Midoriya… was controlling even if he didn’t mean to be. You were right about what you said. I do wish you didn’t ignore me though. Cause yeah I think of you as a good friend too.” 

Bakugou’s ears burned. You weren’t living with him anymore, you didn’t wear your ring, you were calling him Midoriya instead of his first name it all solidified his prior suspicion, you weren’t with him anymore. It made his stomach twist with anticipation. 

“What happened between the two of you anyways?” He asked eyeing your bare left hand. 

You looked down at your hand and then tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I don’t know. When we first met it was so exciting ya know? I met someone so handsome and kind. When he told me he knew how I felt being quirkless I was thrilled. He promised to protect me. Then, I don’t know, it become possessive. He thought I was embarrassed by being quirkless or afraid of the world. I realized he didn’t really know me at all.” 

“How do you feel being quirkless?” Bakugou pressed on. 

“Fine. I guess. When I was younger I thought  I was some sort of freak.  Or that I wasn’t special. Then, I realized I had my own talents and passions. I realized I was happy just being me.” 

Bakugou smiled to himself and nodded in agreement. 

The walk continued in a moment of silence. Your words washed over both you as you felt the relief of being heard. He was always so good at making you feel completely heard. 

“So, are you seeing anyone?” You looked at the ground. You thought you might know the answer, but the whole day was taking turns you hadn’t expected. 

“Oh right! No. No I’m not not.”

“What happened with Hana?” You eyed him carefully. Suddenly in this summer heat you actually felt a little cold. 

“Wha? Nothing. I was so drunk that night she just made sure I was ok then she asked if I would introduce her to another friend of mine.” 

“But the-“

“Yeah tabloids. You can’t read that shit! It’s not real!” He scoffed. 

You reached the end of the trail it spread out to a clearing that overlooked the valley. It was gorgeous and out in the distance you could just barely see the city. 

“Woah,” You felt breathless. The colors, the wind, the shining sun all melted into a perfect moment. 

“I know. I told ya it’s my favorite.” He stood next to you shoulder to shoulder. His arm brushed up against yours. He pulled his hand out from its pocket and turned it palm up in front of you. The large hand waited patiently for you to meet it halfway. “Promise, I won’t explode nothing.” 

You smiled and let your hand settle into his. He laced his fingers with yours and ran a thumb over the back of your hand. Your hands were so smooth and his so scarred and rough. It was the contrast he had always enjoyed to his own. 

You both looked out at the scene in front of you for a moment longer before he spoke again. 

“I was thinking. Maybe I can show you how good of a cook I am. I bought some groceries and if you’d like I’ll make you dinner tonight,” He stated shyly rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I’d like that.” You smiled peacefully, but inside your were screaming. This really was a date. A date you had no clue you were even going on until about five minutes ago. 

You watched Bakugou work in your kitchen. You were honestly a little impressed with how comfortable he seemed to be. You had never pegged him as being a cook. Yet, the hulking blonde didn’t cease to amaze you. 

“Like something you see?” He grumbled. Bakugou could feel your eyes on the back of his head. You sat at the counter of your breakfast nook watching with hungry eyes. It smelled so good you couldn’t wait to try. 

“I mean that curry does look good!” You commented. 

“Ha! Im sure after eating whatever it is that you’ve got in this freezer anything looks better.” You flushed. You weren’t the best cook, but you made due. He peered over his shoulder at you. “Alright,” He turned around with the spoon in his hand, “come on, let’s try it.” He learned over the counter towards you offering the spoon to your mouth. 

You opened up and he let the sauce wash over your tongue. It was spicy and lovely. The sensation warmed your whole body not to mention the slight embarrassment you felt letting someone else feed you. 

He watched as your lips closed around the spoon and your eyes fluttered close as you enjoyed his cooking. He loved seeing someone else light up from his food, but with you it went just a little deeper. You looked so angelic letting your brain work around each flavor you tasted. He loved that in a world where everything seemed rushed you were just taking your time. 

When your e/c eyes popped back open and sparkled at him his heart began to grow. Then you licked your lips and smiled. 

“It was delicious!” You grinned. Suddenly, Bakugou was keenly aware of how close the two of you were. You leaning over the counter and him on his elbows slowly moving forward to be closer to you. He looked at your eyes and then back at your lips. 

“I am glad you like it,” He whispered barely loud enough from any one who wasn’t only inches away from him to hear. Luckily you were just close enough. 

“I do, I really do,” You squealed back. Piercing red eyes burned a hole right into your soul. You could see every speck of color in them. You had never noticed the very faint freckles that dotted his nose. 

“Yeah,” He mumbled, “me too.” 

The cord snapped you stretched just a little further closing the gap and kissed him. You kissed over your kitchen counter and over the dirty spoon. You practically crawled onto the counter to get more of him. The scent of burnt sugar filled your nose and you just wanted to be pressed closer to him. 

All of his senses were on fire. The taste of the minty gum you had chewed on the way home, the smell of your soaps, the feeling of your lips on his. It was all too much. 

He dropped the spoon and pulled away from your kiss. Immediately, you protested but halted once you saw him come around the counter in three long strides. He approached you with parted lips, wrapping muscular arms around your waist and letting his lips crash into yours once again. He pulled you up from your spot at the counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Kissing him wildly and letting your tongues interact and explore each other’s. He hooked his hands under your thighs and squeezed firmly. He loved the feeling of your plush thighs between his rough finger pads. The electricity between you was so hard to deny. 

When you finally pulled away, breathless but still in his arms he looked deep into your eyes and smiled a true genuine smile. One that almost no one ever saw out of the man. 

“Hey, I really like you,” He mumbled and pushed his forehead to yours. 

“I really like you too.” You settled in his arms feeling safe, welcomed and love for the first time in a very long time. 

Summer came and went and fall was well on its way. You let your new relationship with Bakugou grow as it meant to. Everyday he would meet you for lunch and you would walk your usual path. Things felt natural and unburdened. 

He grazed your bare back and helped usher you into the building. Tonight you wore another curve hugging gown, it was black, strapless and satin. You matched Bakugou’s signature black on black attire. 

“You look amazing by the way,” He leaned in and spoke against your hair. 

Dread filled your belly. This was the first event since the tabloids found out you and Midoriya were no longer together. He told the press after you told him about your new relationship with Katsuki. You just weren’t sure how they’d react to you being with another pro hero. 

When you entered the building the press went insane. They shoved mics and cameras in your face. Yet, Bakugou did his best to shield you from all the commotion. 

“Dynamite! Rumor has it you’re going to be revealed as the new number two! How do you feel?” 

“In-fucking-credible,” He said with a squeeze to your hip. 

“How did you meet y/n?” 

“It’s a secret.” 

“Y/n are you and Deku still friends?” 

“We have a good relationship still. Yes.” You looked over at Midoriya who was standing with his own date. He smiled and nodded at you. 

“Who’s better in bed, y/n?” Your cheeks flushed you knew that question was coming. 

“Get out of here with that! But me!” Bakugou put a large palm in the face of the reporter who asked that question. 

You blushed again thinking of how he really did rock your world better than anyone else ever had. 

“Y/n, last question! What’s your quirk?” 

You immediately felt uneasy. Your eyes glanced at Bakugou by nature. You knew you didn’t need his permission, but he nodded giving it anyways. 

“Actually I’m quirkless.” 

The reporters fell silent. They stared at Bakugou and back at you, then back to Bakugou.

He gave his signature smirk, pulled you close to him and said just barely loud enough for the reporters to hear, but plenty loud for you to hear, “That’s my girl.”

[levis-tea-cup24]

The forever second chance

Part 1

Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language! Also feel free to leave comments. I am curious to hear yout toughts!

You wake up in a rustic bed, inside the room of one of the exploration troops. Your mind is a little fuzzy and you hear the voices of two people besides yourself.

" She was found passed out outside the walls, that's exciting! A living human being outside the walls!" said a woman with a crazed look on her face, and a hair which looked like it hasn't been washed in a while.

The other person who is a man, notices that you're awake and approaches staring from above. " Who are you?" I know that voice.....

"Uhhh my head hurts so much. Where the fuck am I?"

Levi rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Let me guess you lost your memory somehow and now can't remember a single thing. How unique. So long story short: This world is infested by horrible monsters that we call 'Titans'. They have a thirst for human blood. But our soldiers have put up a long defense against them, and created high walls that protect us from their wrath. Do you remember your name? Do you have your memories?"

Thank you very much Levi for the little story time but I am well aware of things.

Levi's face begins to get tense, a moment of confusion mixed with a hint of anger is enough to show on his face. He starts to speak, but stops himself after a pause. He takes a few seconds to think before speaking again. "How the hell do you know my name? And for you I am Captain Levi of the Special Operation Squad known as 'Survey Corps'."

"Well it seems like you are the one in this room with memory loss. Do you really not remember me? Well I have to admit it was a long time ago since we have last seen each other. But I am sure the name Y/n rings a bell. We used to work together in the Underground.I was another gang leader. We sometimes combined our teams to get some work done."

"Ok guys I think you two have things to discuss."- and with that she left the room. I have to admit I actually forgot she was even there for a minute.

"Don't mess with me, or I'll make you shut up just like your friends from the 'Underground' did."-Levi is about to say something else but stops suddenly, as if he just remembered something. His face turns to confusion for a moment, then he regains his cold expression. " What were you doing outside the walls?"

" I have been trying to find you for a while now."- he suddenly pulls a dagger out of his pocket and puts it against your throat.." how can i know that you are really who you say yourself to be? And why the hell did you want to find me that much?"

When I finally got out of that shithole place we used to call home, I immediately started searching for you. I have to admit I missed you during the years we were separated. We were so good together. Got any kind of job done. I also have to admit that i miss those times.

I slowly started walking closer to him. " When we worked together,..... lived together,..... shared a bed together.

He seems to get angry but after a moment he calms down and asks calmly ." Are you messing with me?"

"Why would i be messing with you?"-I start walking towards him again,until I stand directly in front of him, and seductivly whisper into his ear. "Did you not miss me at all?"

He is not able to say a word, his lips are frozen and his eyes fixed on yours. And then, finally, in a very calm voice, he manages these words" You really mean it, don't you?"

"Mean what exactly?"

"That you missed me... and... the rest you said..."- His eyes are fixed on yours, as if he's looking at you for the first time... His face still holds an expression of surprise, but now you can also see a small smirk starting to form in the corner of his lips.

"I mean every single thing I say."

"Why? After all these years?"

"You are not an easy person to get close to since you are the captain. It was also difficult to get above ground.But now I am here."

Levi smiles at you, he wraps his arms around your back. His cheek is pressed against yours and he speaks in your ear. A low and intimate voice, so that only two of you can hear him."And yet you did it. You managed to get past all those difficulties and came for me. You really are something special."

"Now that's my Levi who i was so in love with underground as a teenager."

Levi smiles when you say the last sentence. He looks at you with such admiration that you feel a hint of pride. He leans closer to you again, his body so close, face near your ear, he whispers in a low voice. "I missed you too"

He gives you a strong hug, and kisses you with such passion like you've never been kissed before. After a few seconds, he moves his lips from yours and with the same low voice says." I'll never leave you again."

Trust me it is going to get better, also there will be shorter chapters like this one and longer ones too.

[asparagus24]

Guarding hearts 🖤

Chapter- 3

Pairing- idol!seungcheol x female bodyguard!oc

Tags- (bickering)enemies to lovers, mild violence, Crazy fans

Warnings- crazy privacy invading fans, mild violence, cursing

A/N- hey guys ik it’s kind of slow burn, but after this their interactions r constant and the build up is a little more 😏😏😏 ALSO IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE I GOT SICK FOR LIKE A MONTH AND THEN I HAD MY EXAMS

A few months later….

Jaehee stood in her sparsely furnished apartment, her heart heavy with a sense of unease. She moved methodically, folding clothes and packing her essentials into a small suitcase. The prospect of flying to Japan to expand her martial arts academy business didn't fill her with excitement, but rather a gnawing anxiety.

As she zipped up her suitcase, she couldn't help but reflect on the challenges ahead. It was a daunting endeavor, filled with uncertainties and risks.

Jaehee took a deep breath, trying to summon the determination she needed for this journey. She knew that success required sacrifices and bold moves, but that didn't make it any easier. With her bags in hand, she left her apartment, locking the door behind her, and headed towards the airport, her apprehension growing with each step.

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On the other hand, Seventeen was in a state of controlled chaos as they hurriedly prepared to leave for their highly anticipated Japan tour. The dorm was a flurry of activity, with members bustling about, gathering their belongings, and ensuring they had everything they needed for the tour.

Seungcheol, the group's leader, stood at the epicenter of the commotion, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a sense of urgency. He barked out instructions and reminders, trying to maintain order amidst the pandemonium. His role was not just to lead them on stage but also to manage the logistical aspects of their tours, and today was no exception.

"Okay, guys, let's move! We've got a schedule to keep!" Seungcheol called out, his voice firm but not without a touch of warmth. He knew that keeping everyone on track was crucial for a smooth departure.

Members scurried to their designated areas, double-checking their passports and luggage. Mingyu was frantically searching for his favorite hoodie, while Woozi was making sure he had his trusted laptop.

Seungcheol's experience as a leader shone through as he efficiently guided each member out of the dorm and into their respective waiting cars. Despite the frenzy, there was a sense of unity among them, a shared excitement for the journey ahead.

As they left the dorm one by one, Seungcheol couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, after all he managed to get 12 people out of the house on time for their flight to Japan where their loyal Japanese fanbase awaited them.

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Jaehee navigated her way through the bustling airport, her suitcase rolling behind her. Her phone buzzed, and she saw her brother Yoon Jaehyuk's name on the screen. Answering the call, she greeted him with a warm smile.

"Hey, Noona, have you reached the airport safely?" Jaehyuk's voice crackled with concern.

"Yes, I'm here," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of weariness and determination. "And don’t worry, I'll get your watermelon flavoured Hai-Chew from Japan."

Before she could end the call, a chorus of voices erupted in the background. It was the other members of her brother's group, Treasure.

"Hey, Noona! Can you bring us some Japanese snacks too?" they chimed in unison.

Jaehee chuckled at their enthusiasm. "Of course, I will. Just send me a list of what you all want, and I'll do my best."

As she approached the security check, Jaehee hurriedly added, "I've got to go now, Please tell Jaehyuk that I'll call him once I'm settled."

Just as she disconnected the call and moved toward the security line, her attention was diverted by a group of boys who seemed to be in a rush, running through the airport and creating a whirlwind of chaos in their wake. She couldn't help but think, "Oh lord, they're so fucking noisy." The contrast between her calm demeanor and their energetic antics couldn't have been more apparent,

The business-woman settled into the comfort of the business class waiting room, grateful for a moment of respite before her flight to Japan.

The plush seats offered a welcome contrast to the airport's hustle and bustle. As she relaxed, she couldn't help but take out her laptop and work on the upcoming business meetings and the presentations.

Just as she began to find a sense of calm, a familiar raucous laughter caught her attention.

Turning her head, she saw the same group of noisy boys she had noticed earlier at the security check entering the waiting room. They settled down, but their chatter and antics created a whirlwind of chaos.

Her irritation grew with each passing moment. The boys seemed utterly oblivious to their surroundings, laughing loudly, playfully pushing each other around and dancing in a weird manner. They were like a whirlwind, disrupting the usually serene atmosphere of the business class area.

Jaehee couldn't help but roll her eyes, wondering how she would endure this journey with such noisy companions. Their exuberance was in stark contrast to the peace and quiet she had hoped for on this flight

To seek refuge from the commotion caused by the noisy group of boys, Jaehee had decided to step out of the waiting room to stretch her legs. She strolled down the corridor, contemplating the challenges that lay ahead in Japan.

Meanwhile, inside the waiting room, Seokmin turned to Seungcheol, his expression a mixture of urgency and discomfort. "Hyung, I really need to go to the washroom," he said, trying to keep his voice discreet.

Seungcheol, busy keeping an eye on their boarding time, replied absentmindedly, "Sure, take someone with you."

Seokmin hesitated for a moment but decided he could manage on his own. He headed towards the restroom, unaware that two enthusiastic fangirls had started tailing him discreetly.

It was only when he entered the restroom that he noticed the pair following him.

The fangirls, recognizing their idol, Seokmin, couldn't contain their excitement. They approached him, cameras in hand, expressing their admiration and invading his privacy. Seokmin panicked, feeling cornered and overwhelmed.

Jaehee, with her extensive martial arts training, had grown used to intervening in difficult situations. The commotion from the restroom reached her ears, and without hesitation, she rushed to the scene.

Inside the restroom, the two fangirls continued their intrusion, causing Seokmin's distress to escalate. Just as the fans were starting to get handsy, Jaehee stormed in with an air of authority. With swift and precise movements, she expertly disarmed the intrusive fangirls, neutralizing the threat without causing much harm.

Seungcheol, growing concerned about Seokmin's prolonged absence, decided to investigate along with their manager.

He entered the restroom only to find Seokmin thanking the formidable young woman who had come to his rescue.

Then, in a moment of sheer disbelief, Seungcheol and Jaehee locked eyes. Recognition dawned upon them simultaneously, and in perfect unison, they exclaimed, "YOU!"

Their eyes met in a blend of astonishment and surprise. The two strangers who had clashed in that fateful night now found themselves face to face once more, this time under entirely different circumstances. Fate orchestrated their reunion in the most unexpected of places, and their lives were about to take an unpredictable turn, forever intertwined by this serendipitous encounter.

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