#posting on AO3 when I get home!

[cry-ptidd]

Always been a bit confused on Laura past, you hint here and there, something about a nunnery and how that made despise God and the church. So, what exactly happened to her to make the way she did. Also was Hans the one who bit her or some other werewolf?

Alright, I do realize most people might not be aware of her story considering I never really made a post about it and I deleted the fic of her backstory bc I didn't like it, so I'll summarize it here!

And no, she wasn't bitten by Hans. She is older than him by half a century or so

Laura's backstory/timeline masterpost

⚠️⚠️ TW for: sexual assault, religious abuse, victim blaming, emotional abuse, and VERY long babbling

1735 - Human life:

Laura is the eldest daughter of Jean Chastel and Anne Charbonnier. She was born in Gévaudan (now in the department of Haute-Loire) on the 24th of December 1735.

She was her father's favorite child, due to her and her mother surviving a difficult birth. This also led to her mother putting her a bit aside considering her father doted on her "like a son", taught her to read and write, and allowed her to not marry due to her disinterest in men (they both just thought she was chaste because of religion) and work with him in the fields, at the inn and other places. She learned French and Occitan.

Laura was brought up catholic, as most people in 18th century France, but she was particularly devout and religious. She was teased as a child for it, spending a lot of time in church and confessionals, which didn't help because her father didn't have the best reputation (he was nicknamed "de la masca", Occitan for "of the witch".) She started to pick up on Latin, though it was extremely rudimentary. Her overly religious attitude annoyed her own family sometimes, and their lack of emotional support led her to become a bit naive and confide a lot in religious authority figures.

She was an extremely diligent girl, always making sure her chores were finished and her work wasn't interrupted. That led to her sometimes putting her own health at risk in harsh winters, or disregarding people's warnings.

1758 - Bite:

Early spring of 1758; Laura was 22 when she was herding cattle near a clearing. She ignored the warning of the other villagers of wolf sightings, because the attacks were rare and she had a cattledog with her anyway. However, it turns out the villagers were right - safe for a few details.

Laura was attacked by a feral werewolf that scratched her stomach and bit her on the forearm after she put it up to not let it tear her throat out. A few of the village men were alerted by the commotion of her yells, the dog and cattle, and they managed to drive the werewolf off before it could devour her.

Sadly, she was now infected, and it showed, when in the next two weeks she was writhing in agony at the transformation that somehow healed her wounds and left big, ugly scars. People were starting to be afraid, wondering what the hell was going on. Her father was running around trying to find doctors with what money he had. Most locals dismissed the idea of a werewolf and thought she just had rabies, but the symptoms picked up by the doctors didn't support that hypothesis. Laura herself was going through it, spending hours upon hours of praying and reciting scripture and reading the Bible in hopes of a cure. The locals started to treat it as something you shouldn't talk about, considering how odd and ugly the details were, and people were avoiding the building where she was kept.

After about a month of very painful confusion, after her condition started to appear more supernatural than medical, Jean decided 'fuck it' and stuffed her in a carriage with a couple other men, before bringing her to a remote abbey.

1758 - The abbey:

Laura was brought to a remote Benedictine monastery, where 12 monks resided. She was welcomed at first, with suspicion of demonic possession, and given a room in the sub-level of the abbey.

Exorcism and purification rituals were routine, as well as the already implemented practices of the abbey. Laura was very willing to go with all of it, putting her trust in them, especially considering her awful mental state at that point.

However, about six months in, one of the men there went to her room at night and assaulted her. The others were alerted because of the commotion during imposed hours of silence. When they were found out, though, she was the one blamed for "seducing" the monk, because he was one of the "most devout" of them. A small scuffle ensued, and the abbot decided to give them both a "pardon" as long as they did a bit more service as penance, since they were "both in the wrong". After this, her relationship with the monks soured more and more.

The exorcisms stopped after a year in or so, since they saw no signs of improvement (and judged her no threat). She was however to stay at the monastery for the safety of others. Laura felt terribly alone, considering not only the fact that the abuse continued in secret but also that she was treated as basically a feral dog to be wary of, and just being a lost young woman surrounded by men that started to look at her with contempt. She considered escaping several times in her stay; however, each time she was either caught trying to sneak out or was too scared to go with it, fearing judgement from God for disobedience.

The abuse became well known some years in, but once again no one did anything, either being told by the abbot to keep it down and not talk about filth within the house of God, or spoken about by a handful of the men who took advantage of her fear and silence to vent out their frustrations. Their initial duty towards her was basically brushed aside and discarded, and they kept her around and subjugated for fear of her condition. Her lack of menstruation and fertility (because of the lycanthropy) were also attributed to her being a "wicked creature", that she needed to stay in here to be forgiven by God, or else her resistance to holy cleansing would be noticed by the Lord.

This went on for years. 6 years, 5 months and 13 days to be exact, of Laura begging for God's help and mercy, which at first was her begging for a cure to her condition so she'd be in His graces again, to her wanting it just so she could escape the abbey, to eventually praying for the monks not to hurt her anymore or at least lose interest, to her just begging to die because she was so afraid and hungry from not getting any of the meat that her body demanded (of course, she couldn't die of starvation or sickness, thanks to regeneration). Her biggest fear was that she was beginning to doubt God. Her faith in the monks was completely dead by the fifth year, but she was also starting to doubt anyone would save her. She also started to despise her father for bringing her here in the first place.

This all culminated to one night, after the monastery doors were closed, when one of the monks had just finished his little "escapade" in her room. He was about to get out and she got up, barely dressed and dirty, and started to call him out. He slapped and started to berate her, but she didn't listen, and jumped at him. His screams and pleas were ignored, because the others learned not to mind them. She devoured him, and all her pent up rage and fear turned into bloodlust, as she mauled each one of them and devoured them like cattle. Nothing but scraps of bone were left by the morning. This is when she got enough strength for her first transformation. By now, her fear of God turned into sheer resentment, spite and hatred, and she felt no apprehension at disobeying Him- in fact, she was going to do it on purpose, because He can go fuck Himself for not helping a helpless, desperate girl that was suffering right under His nose by His own men, especially when Laura had been such a devout Christian for so long.

1765 - Escape, start of the killings:

Laura broke out of the abbey in her wolf form, embracing her anger completely (for lack of any other emotion that served any purpose other than wanting to let herself die). She ventured out until she found civilization (eating a few travelers on the way), and found a young girl, Marie-Jeanne Valet, herding cows. She wanted to be discreet, but the reminder of her own human self (that she came to despise), and lunged at her. However Laura was driven off by the girl who managed to wound her with a homemade spear she was carrying to defend herself from the other wolf stalking the area (the same one that bit Laura). This drove Laura off, and what officially sparked the start of the hysteria.

Laura never transformed back into a human form for the duration of the terror. About a hundred deaths were attributed to her, but she killed way more in actuality.

In September 1765, Marie-Jeanne's recount of the attack and the subsequent hysteria reached the ears of the king, who sent one of his hunters, François Antoine, to kill the beast with his soldiers. However, they only killed the other werewolf in the area, which left Laura without a rival for food and did not stop the slaughter.

Battues and hunts were routine by now. Laura relished in outsmarting/overpowering each faction sent after her, starting to kill out of spite rather than food, picking off the weak and vulnerable and taunting the hunters by shrugging off their bullets like it was nothing, and her skin was starting to go from toughened to just impenetrable. Some preachers were talking about how the beast was a sign of the end of times, or how it's a punishment sent by God, and it made her so mad to be affiliated to Him that she ate those guys in broad daylight.

1767 - end of the terror:

This continued until the 19th of June 1767, when Jean Chastel took the head of a hunt for the beast, accompanied by a few men and their hounds.

It was three days of stalking and tracing, with a few bodies the beast left uneaten specifically to taunt them, until they stumbled on her in a clearing.

Laura mauled two of the hunters accompanying Chastel. Jean, however, had noted that normal weapons didn't seem to do much damage to it. So, a week prior, he had melted a silver medallion of the Virgin Mary into a mullet for his rifle. While the beast prepared to turn around and attack him, he cocked his rifle, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The bullet went through its left shoulder and out the chest; its howl resonated through the forest when it fell, and the hunting hounds were quick to attack as it limped off. Jean got a good look in the beast's eyes when he shot it, and familiarity washed over him- a feeling that would haunt him on his deathbed.

Laura, on the other hand, limped off into the forest and turned back into a woman for the first time in a couple years. Her heart had been shot out by the silver, and she was severely wounded; by all accounts she should've died, since silver is the one thing werewolves are weak to.

But somehow, she didn't, either out of sheer spite and stubbornness or because of a twisted joke by the universe.

Records of a "Laura Chastel" were scrapped from the archives on Jean's own request, likely out of guilt, and the more supernatural elements of the attacks were dismissed as rumors of scared, superstitious crowds.

1769 to 1995 - pre-Hellsing:

It took Laura over a year to properly recover her strength. This attack had not only done her body grievous damage, but also her psyche, at seeing her own father be the one to attempt and kill her- she already resented him, but it added a whole new layer of damage.

This also knocked her anger and arrogance down a couple of pegs. She had grown too greedy and reckless, and retaliation had been inevitable, which is a lesson she learned from that.

So, she grew more discreet and learned to be a proper wild animal - stay out of sight, snatch your prey, leave the area, stalk the shadows.

During the French Revolution, she recovered a lot of strength, due to eating and stealing the dumped bodies of those executed by the revolutionaries. She didn't care for the ideology or the impact on civilization at all, considering she grew to dislike humans and see them as her natural enemies/predators, but she did enjoy the chaos because it took any attention off her.

Her early years were more of her staying in the wilderness, only approaching humans either to eat, or to take her boredom off by seducing women - which she got better at doing overtime.

Late 19th and early 20th century she had started to come closer to civilization. She picked up a penchant for drinking, despite not being able to get drunk, and was often seen as a strange, shady homeless woman. In towns, she would pretend to be passed out in lone alleys to attract men and get a quick snack. She would also sometimes seduce women just to use their showers for warm water or get some clothes.

In ww2, she didn't do much out of her routine. During the invasion of France, she didn't care much for what was happening, but grew quite annoyed with the invading forces. She ate quite a lot of nazis, especially those camping in forest areas or those that came to bother her when she was in town, and made sure to avoid getting attention drawn to her. Most of the deaths were attributed to local resistance.

1995 - Battle against Alucard and invitation to Hellsing:

in the early spring of 1995, Laura had made the mistake of leaving the corpses of two British hikers in a place where they could be found, and another one of killing a Protestant pastor. The affair reached Hellsing, who saw the hints of possible supernatural threat in the case.

Alucard was sent to the town where the pastor had been killed, to investigate. Laura sensed the danger from miles away (a bit of a given, he has a freaky aura), and tried to lose him in the crowd. After failing and seeing him keep up the trial, she lured him out into the woods where they wouldn't be disturbed.

The fight started at around 11pm, in the middle of the woods. Laura knew he wasn't a normal person at first sight of course, but she didn't know the extent of Alucard's powers or of Hellsing at all. She had dealt with a few vampires that infringed on her territory already, but they were easy game, so she just opted to tear his head off and be done with it. Alucard, being the asshole gentleman he is, humored her and let her tear him to shreds to give her false hope and then reform as if nothing had happened. Laura was kinda freaked out by this when he did, but the shock quickly wore off because it just began to piss her off.

The real fight started when he pulled out the Casull. Laura knows silver is her weakness, and even if she grew somewhat of a mild resistance over the years she's not one to experiment. Alucard was starting to get interested after the first thirty minutes of her holding her own against him. He taunted her the entire time of course, but he grew more and more intrigued because of how fun she was to fight, and her abilities were obviously above any average werewolf. When she transformed, it was double the excitement because now he gets to brawl with a kaiju.

The fight went on for hours. Dawn was approaching when they were both starting to tire, and Alucard decided to end it. After many efforts, he aligned the gun and shot her straight in the heart, making her fall mid-attack and transform back into a human.

She was writhing in agony on the floor, literally clinging to life with teeth and nails, and Alucard started to approach her. He admitted to a good fight, and did his whole speech thing after he beats an opponent he likes, but his bravado was interrupted when she grabbed onto his leg to hoist herself up. He was surprised into silence for a moment, seeing the fire in her eyes, not only that but seeing her alive, because she's not going to get killed by this asshole, not now, not ever, and God help her if she allows him to harm her like this-

Alucard caught her when she lost consciousness, seeing her still not die despite the gaping hole where her heart should be. He pauses, and decides this is just too interesting an opportunity to pass up.

1995-1999 - pre-canon:

Laura woke up three days after in one of the guest bedrooms in the mansion, cleaned, tended and dressed in one of Alucard's shirts. Speaking of, he was sitting in the room waiting for her to wake up, like he did with Seras.

Laura was confused out of her mind, and thought she actually died because no fucking way. A brief verbal scuffle ensued (mostly on Laura's end), before he left the room to report to Integra, and also to tell her he drank Laura's blood to access her memories, just to make sure she wasn't affiliated with Millenium or anything related, considering the last time he saw a werewolf was the Captain, and instead found a goldmine of information on werewolves and the mystery of the beast of Gévaudan, and considered it would be a great new addition to Hellsing's arsenal. He had left Laura in the room alone, assuming she was too weak to do anything.

She wasn't, apparently, because Walter came in a dozen minutes later to say he had to wire her up after she tried to escape again and almost mauled one of the guards (but ultimately left no injury).

Integra was pissed, so she went to have a little chat. Laura said she'd comply if Walter and Alucard left, leaving them face to face.

Integra explained her situation, who she was and what was going to happen. Basically, Laura had two choices: either she joins and swears her civility in the organization, or Alucard finishes her off after they gather what information they need from her body. Laura was kind of pissed at being put between a rock and a hard place, but Integra also promised, if she were to choose the former and be obedient, to ensure her safety and protection, as well as feeding and clothing her. The added bonus that her bodily autonomy would be respected and that their rival is the Catholic Church is what tipped the scales.

Laura accepted to join, and a few weeks later she was assigned the role of a maid. Integra had to report her existence to her superiors, of course, but decided to keep her a secret from her enemies, so she gave her a seemingly inconspicuous position. It also helped because Laura, due to her trauma in the abbey, has trouble staying inside or being stuck in rooms without doing anything, and it occupies her because she's already pretty good at cooking and cleaning from helping her father out at his inn some two centuries ago. Integra had given her a small silver cross to wear, an artifact made by Van Helsing from melted medallions of St. Patrick, that acted as a much weaker version of Alucard's seals.

This was the start of her life at Hellsing, that she actually grew to somewhat appreciate because of not having to worry for survival every day. She started out as cold and hostile, but eventually allowed Integra and Walter to come a bit closer to her. She sees Walter as a pretty alright man since he knows not to push her and is very respectful, and she grew more and more intrigued by Integra as a person, which resulted in (quite unhealthy) romantic feelings towards her for the simple reason that Integra treats her as a living thing. The cross also became more of a decoration than anything over time.

She mostly takes care of the mansion, but sometimes can go out and decimate some ghouls for enrichment. Anyone that tries to break in and manages to get past the guards also finds themselves face to face with her.

By now she is only loyal to Integra (not even the organization, only because Integra is there) and obeys her because of her own willingness and feelings, and Walter is maybe her favorite coworker. She sees Alucard as a bothersome fellow fucked up creature, and still hasn't forgiven him for drinking her blood without her consent but overall tolerates him most of the time. Seras is a new addition; Laura sees her as a very naive and inexperienced girl, and maybe underestimates and infantilizes her a bit, but overall doesn't mind her presence. She despises the Iscariot with no exception, and Millenium by default.

That brings her to the current timeline, let's hope nothing bad happens.

[guhroovi]

switched off ; those eyes

Lyrics from Those Eyes by New West

I have a whole angelbutter playlist on Spotify and it's just somft

[irondad-defensesquad]

“Whoa there.”

Today, they’re not having lab time; instead, they’ll relax and watch a movie together. Hence why Tony comes to the door to get the kid.

… only to be hugged immediately after.

Peter glues to him like a koala, arms and legs holding him tightly. Tony can’t help the chuckle.

“Miss me much?” He jokes.

The boy doesn’t snark back.

He doesn’t say anything. At all.

He…

“... Peter?”

He’s trembling.

“Peter,” Tony says seriously. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

The kid is shaking his head against his shoulder.

Tony feels… something wetting his shirt.

“... I watched you die,” Peter says, crushed. “Y-You were bleeding so much…”

“Oh, Pete,” Tony returns the hug more properly. “Did you have a nightmare?”

Peter nods.

“Oh, buddy.”

He doesn’t know if it’s due to the kid’s spider powers, but thankfully, Tony is able to carry him to the couch near them. Peter doesn’t dare let go of him, likely scared that Tony is going to die right in front of his eyes if he does.

“It’s okay,” Tony whispers. “It’s okay, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Shhh, it’s not your fault, kiddo. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I could’ve saved you.”

Tony then realizes, this isn’t just about him.

It crushes his heart.

“I’m here,” Tony says simply. “I’m okay.”

Peter sobs painfully. All the older man can do is soothe his back.

Eventually, he can tell the kid’s hold on him relaxes. Still, Tony can tell Peter doesn’t want to be alone again. He won’t let that happen.

“You can tell me these things when you have them, kid,” he says.

Peter sniffs. “I-I don’t want to bother you.”

“You won’t.” He manages to look at the boy’s wet, red-rimmed face. Tony smiles at it lovingly. “You’re my kid.”

Peter stares at him, eyes glowing with more tears. Tony dries them carefully.

“Besides… I think I know better than anyone else how it is to have nightmares. I can help you, Pete. Promise.”

The other looks surprised. “Y-You… have nightmares, too?”

Tony sighs and nods.

Peter seems so shocked. After all, Iron Man is his hero. There’s this ideal around him that nothing can hurt him, for he’s made of iron. People tend to forget the very human being inside, and act like he’s weak for being human.

But of course, Peter is not like everyone else. He’s a good kid who would never think that way of Tony. He’s too good for him, honestly.

“It gets easier,” Tony tells him, “but we need support for that to happen. So you can count on me, okay?” He smiles again. “Even if I can’t see you for any reason, I promise you can call me any time of the day, and I’ll always answer. Anything for you, kiddo.”

Peter looks at him like Tony came from heaven. Even with all the reasons for him not to think that way of the man.

“... you can count on me, too.”

Tony frowns briefly.

“It’s alright, Pete,” he tells him, “you don’t have to.”

“But I want to help, too. You don’t have to handle it alone, either.”

Tony wants to melt. But…

“... I don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbles.

He doesn’t explain it further.

Peter is the one who smiles.

“You won’t. I’ll be okay. I just want you to be okay, too.”

Shit. Now Tony’s eyes are the ones growing deep.

He pulls the kid close to kiss his forehead for a good couple of seconds.

“God, I love you so much,” Tony says dramatically.

Peter snorts. “Love you, too.”

He never expected to grow this attached to someone so quickly, especially after everything that happened in the past few years, but now here he is.

“Do you want to pick a movie, Pete?” Tony asks. “But if you want to do nothing, then that’s fine, too.”

Peter considers. “How about both?”

Tony hums. “Both is good.”

He picks Star Wars but leaves the volume low, as the two lie down, Peter on top of Tony. The kid sometimes repeats a few quotes from the film, but otherwise he’s pretty quiet. He seems tired. Obviously. Poor thing.

Halfway through the movie, Peter has fallen asleep. Tony feels like he has a cat on top of him that he can’t disturb. This is his life now.

And it’s totally worth it.

[ariquar]

'how bad were Ari's opinions early on', aka I'm rereading what I've written of his Actual Serious Full Fic while I wait for my bus home

his attitude was very bad, I love making fun of him but writing him like this is like :( where's my sweet boy. my big gentle elf who loves helping people

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[coolpointsetta]

[enemyoflactose]

Occultshipping for @mirpuzzle I hope you like it 🥺 I did my best 🩷🩷🩷

Valentine’s Day was quickly approaching, in fact it was tomorrow, and for someone like “Ghost” Kotsuzaka, this wasn’t a good thing.

For the life of him, Ghost couldn’t figure out what kind of gift he should bestow upon the greatest person and bestest duelist he'd ever met, Yami Bakura.

And it couldn’t just be any gift either, it had to be something so special, so amazing, and so, so fantastic that surely, just surely Bakura would maybe possibly reciprocate Ghost’s romant- FRIENDSHIP!!! Friendship feelings!

His feelings were platonic! Not romantic. Not romantic at all. They were friends.

Obviously they were friends. BEST friends. They hung out at arcades and graveyards, they had nicknames for each other, and they spent so much time at one another’s place that Bakura considered Ghost’s apartment his second home.

Their friendship was so good in fact, that on Valentine's Day, Ghost thought it was necessary to give Bakura a Little gift. Because they were friends, not because Ghost was attracted to him in any kind of romantic way.

Not at all.

Besides, there was no way Bakura would ever find him attractive. Not that that mattered. Because it didn't.

Deciding it was time to actually think about Bakura’s gift and not his own insecurities for once, Ghost thought of two options: 1. Ask Bakura directly what he wanted. 2. Just guess.

Both of those had their issues. Asking Bakura directly what he'd like when Valentine's Day was tomorrow would seem disrespectful and make it seem like he was just doing it last minute because he'd forgotten, and not just had no clue what to buy for his platonic companion. Guessing had the problem of getting something that Bakura didn't like at all, and that would seem like Ghost wasn't paying attention to his friend's interests.

Feeling very anxious about this conundrum, Ghost tried to remember everything that Bakura had said he liked that would make for a good gift.

Snakes? No, pets weren't allowed in his apartment. More dice? No, that would seem lazy. A Umineko Beatrice figure? No way! That thing was way too expensive! Chocolate? That was so conventio- wait a second.

Bakura did like something that was not only chocolatey and unconventional, but would also seem like it had genuine thought put in if used as a gift.

Ghost quickly grabbed his wallet, threw on his coat, and ran out of his apartment towards that one bakery that Bakura had mentioned in passing was his favorite.

This bakery was kind of on the nicer side and sold a variety of European pastries and desserts. What Ghost was looking for was a croissant. A chocolate filled croissant.

Anyone who had even bothered to get to know Bakura closer than thinking of him as “that creepy white guy” knew that Bakura absolutely loves chocolate filled croissants. And anyone who knew Bakura closely, would also be bound to know that this was a gift he would really like.

What made this gift idea even greater, was that the bakery had just opened, the croissants were fresh, and he could actually afford one! Wait, not just one, but two croissants! So Bakura will end up getting the two presents instead of just one! He'll be so happy!

This day just couldn't get any better!

Except, it could. But only if Bakura not only likes his gift, but maybe gives him a kiss… Ghost quickly shook that thought from his head.

NO! No no no! Not a kiss! Not a kiss at all! He didn't want any kisses from him! He just wanted to, um, eat chocolate with Bakura?

Yeah. Yeah that's it. Eat chocolate. Because Valentine's Day.

Ghost decided to walk faster so he gets to his friend's apartment as soon as possible, and to focus on literally anything other than the complete NOT fact that he maybe sorta possibly kind of liked Bakura in a romantic way…

On second thought, maybe he should just go home. He'd give Bakura the croissants tomorrow, on the actual day.

“Hoi! Ko-chan!” The sudden holler of a very familiar voice rang through the morning air, and stopped Ghost in his tracks.

He slowly turned around and was met face to face with none other than, “Occult-nii…”

That was becoming the usual way they'd greet each other lately. Bakura would pop up out of nowhere and Ghost would whimper out his nickname. After only a few days of this, Bakura had become irritated with it.

“What's wrong? You sound pathetic.”

“N-nothing,” God, “ I was just getting, um something to eat,” he really did sound pathetic.

“At Madolche? Bit expensive is it not?” his pretty, bright red eyes bore right through him, staring into his very soul.

Before Ghost knew it, the bag with those croissants was snatched from his hands and held up in front of Bakura's face.

“Hey! Occult-nii! Give that back!” He reached for his croissants, but they were hoisted up further into the air. Far out of his reach.

“Nah. I've decided that since you had the audacity to go to Madolche without me, you have to share your treats.”

“But-” he was cut off.

“What'd you get anyway?” Bakura grabbed Ghost's hand and began walking.

“Well, I uh, where are we going?” He was just trying to change the subject. For some reason.

“My place. Roo-sama has school and I wanted to play with you. What'd you get from Madolche?”

Ghost didn't answer that question. He just looked down and tried to keep up with his friend.

Bakura didn't like this at all. This was evident in the fact that he started to walk even faster, causing him to drag the other.

“H-Hey! Wait- slow down!” At this point, Ghost was starting to trip a little.

“No. We're almost there anyway.”

“C’mon! Please? I'll tell you what I got!”

“Too late! And since you wouldn't tell me before, I'll just take all of your treats as compensation.” He smirked after saying that, then picked Ghost up to hold him to his shoulder.

“Gah! Occult-nii! Put me down!”

“No. You're too slow, we'll get to my place faster this way.” Ghost let out a huff, but wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck, “besides, I have a gift for you at my place. I'd like you to have it now since I have to work an extra shift tomorrow.”

What? Bakura had gotten him a gift for Valentine's Day? Well, that certainly made things a lot less awkward.

“Ah, well I got you a gift too, but some white haired ass hat stole it from me before I could give it to you.” Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. What had he been so nervous about?

Said ass hat chuckled and said, “That's not good. I'm sure I would've enjoyed it.”

Bakura kept walking until they reached his apartment, and upon entering, he set Ghost on the ground and went to his room.

“Wait here,” he said, “I'm getting your present.”

Ghost did just that. He waited in front of the door where he'd been left, he did however take his shoes off. Bakura had said he wanted to play, so it was probably going to be another overnight stay.

“Hoi! Ko-chan! Come here, the bag ripped!” Bakura called from his room.

Ghost went to the room to see that Bakura was currently sitting on the ground with a plastic bag in front of him and an irritated look on his face. Chocolate was scattered everywhere on the ground, but the bag was somehow still mostly full.

“How much did chocolate you buy that it weighed until the bag ripped?” He got glared at.

“I didn't know what kind of chocolate you liked, so I took them all,” he explained, “the bag didn't tear on my way back, so I didn't think that'd be an issue.”

Sitting down next to Bakura, Ghost cuddled up to his side and took a piece of chocolate. It was white chocolate in the shape of a bite sized rabbit head.

“Aw, I feel bad about eating this one.” He expressed.

“Why? It's chocolate, it'll taste good.”

Ghost held the chocolate rabbit up to Bakura's face, “Because it looks just like you.”

Bakura blushed, and then ate the rabbit out of his hand.

“Hey! Occult-nii!”

“You're missing out, that tasted fantastic.”

“Yeah yeah. I would have if you didn't take it, now eat your gift before I do.”

Bakura scoffed, but grabbed the to-go bag. He opened it, and his eyes sparkled. He snatched up a croissant and immediately started eating it.

He muffled out a ‘thank you’, but it sounded more like ‘Hanhk yough’.

“No problem,” Ghost said, then thought for a bit, “hey, since you took one of my chocolates, I think I should get a bite of your croissant.”

As soon as he had finished that sentence, Bakura had already finished the first croissant and was just about to take a bite out of the second one. He looked at Ghost, then tore off a piece of the pastry and held it in front of his face.

“Say ‘ah’~” Immediately, Ghost got flustered.

“W-what?” He tried to move back, but his head was grabbed and he was forced to sit still.

“Say ‘ah’ right now.” Bakura said in a mock command.

Ghost struggled for a second, reluctantly opened his mouth, he didn't say ‘ah’ though.

The croissant piece was placed on his tongue. And for a split second, as he began to eat the pastry, that moment between them was… incredible.

Until Bakura decided it was a good idea to run his thumb across Ghost’s bottom lip the moment his mouth closed.

That made it a little weird.

Ghost swallowed the croissant, and shied away from his friend. He was yet again quickly grabbed, by the shoulders this time, and made to stay put.

“Stop being so shy around me,” Bakura demanded, “I wanna tell you something.”

“Y-yeah?” He couldn't stop stuttering.

Bakura smiled and then kissed him. He kissed Ghost. Right on the mouth.

It wasn't a very long kiss, it was short, but sweet, and just barely a step above being a peck. But a kiss was still a kiss.

“We’re dating now. There's nothing you can do about it.”

[artemx746]

Do people not realise that a person doesn't suddenly gain full maturity and knowledge of everything when they turn 18?

[bandtrees]

every day tttaac gets closer. im normal. im so normal. im ssosoooo normal.

[bbnibini]

Why do I keep getting hyperfixated on lore heavy series didn't I learn enough with fate

[hychlorions]

i am on my hands and knees PLEASE i am SO INTRIGUED by the concept of klapollo divorce fic i can see it so clearly and yet i bet you have created something that i could never even begin to fathom /pos

oughh i wish i could say it dives into the nitty gritty of it but there's not a lot that can happen in 2k words.... and it's more of a post-divorce fic really. though if you're so intrigued then maybe i should post definitely post it 🤔

[thebrightgreenscream]

anyway if you're trying to weaponize the concept of poor poc running donation posts against ao3 fundraisers you are both deeply insensitive & (willingly or not) ignorant of the *massive* attention and reputation gap between any given tumblr blog and a registered nonprofit

[luxaofhesperides]

FINISHED CHAPTER 6 OF THOSE WHO SERVE!!!! 11K.... IM UNSTOPPABLE

[syncrovoid-presents]

Nothing to ask, just wishing you a good recovery and am glad your surgery went well! Take your time and don't worry if you can't get chapters out as planned, we will continue to wait patiently <3 Consequences is (in my humble opinion, though I think it's shared by a lot of folks) one of the best WH fics on Archive rn. It's got a really nicely developed story where all sorts of things are being hinted at, which is very exciting. Anywho, have a nice day!

Aa thank you so much for your kind words!! You are so Sweet <3<3 and you won't have to wait much longer now, I'm currently editing and Ciphering the chapter and then it shall be ready to post!! (tonight if I can!)

I am honoured to hear that about tCoIF, it is so amazing that people are reading and liking my Silly Fanfic! Thank you for sticking around and I hope you like where the next chapter will take You @:D

Have a lovely day/night!! @:)

[variablememory]

well i finished the chapter (shocking in and of itself, tbh) and put together nearly everything i need to post it so that’s something! but now i need some sleep to weather some holiday gathering stuff unless i wanna be unpleasantly grumpy all day. definitely up later. :)

[msmacabre310]

I'm going to use this as proof of life (and proof I am actually working on things lol).

One is from my Encantober (Encantember? Look, time isn't real anymore, okay?) fic Simple Pleasures. The other is from a different (much longer) project that I'm trying to edit into a coherent enough shape to start posting hopefully before the end of January, called Children of Wax:

Simple Pleasures

He hovered in her doorway, stopping himself each time he almost crossed the threshold to come in. It had been so long since he had been in her room – not since she was a child, actually – and it had somehow escaped his notice that he had yet to step foot inside it since leaving the walls.

She lay buried in what he at first mistook for pillows, but closer inspection revealed heaps of stuffed animals, a massive mountain of things too soft to be crushed and too light to be burdensome. If they could cushion her head then so, too, could they cushion his awkward attempts at starting a conversation he didn't know how to have.

Children of Wax

His mother's desperation permeated the space, Bruno with no way to clear it. No rituals or superstitions frightened this spirit from their home, so dedicated was it in its purpose. He was certain his family faulted him for his failure to exorcise it.

He found Abuela within an arm's reach everywhere he looked. Cramped though they were in the Guzmáns�� smaller house, this was purposeful, an insistence to close the space between them. And physically, he never shied away. Bruno clung to her like dew to grass, always returning her grip when she reached for him. Some part of him hoped this was the problem of it all, that they could revive their failing plant if only he could make up for ten years' worth of those little touches that were the soil in which loving relationships thrived.

Yet no matter how often they hugged, or clasped hands, or ghosted kisses to one another's cheeks: the distance never softened. He'd hoped the space between them was only as thick as the walls that kept them apart all these years, but he found instead that it was even wider than the decade itself. The more he fought to close it, the more sense he got of its vast reality. It never grew wider, but rather informed him, once again, that his understanding was too small.

*****

Weeks passed as he tried to map out this trench, following the river to its mouth, searching for the first moment he began to pull apart from his mother. This was the wrong question; a reflection of his poor understanding of the distance he still felt between them even when wrapped in her arms. To truly know a void, one needed to understand what should fill out its space, but Bruno couldn’t even tell where the space was in the first place. Someone who had never seen a shadow before saw only holes. In his quest to fill them, Bruno searched for earth instead of light.

*****

The triplets had all slept in the nursery before their fifth birthday – Casita knew best that parents and children needed their own spaces – but his mother always let him sneak under her covers when nightmares kept him awake. He trusted her in totality, believing as all children did that the shield of her arms encircling him was the only protection he ever needed. But as he fought his way through this chasm, mind alight with that gold in her eyes, he realized: after he opened his own door, he never again troubled his mother's in the middle of the night.

*****

He fought the urge to fault her, her reasoning clear and, worst of all, heartbreaking. Yet it clung to him like a burn to skin. It needed to be peeled off in agonizing layers, freshened daily, to even attempt to create a scar.

Bruno's harm was through no lack of love. Instead, an abundance of it poured straight onto his skin until it bore through to bone. Its ceaseless heat stifled the generation of his own warmth, air wicking it away from the open wound.

The same closeness with which Abuela held her family was what seared its flesh. To nourish was to perish, his mother struggling always to disentangle the two. After all, for fifty years, she had proof flickering in her bedroom window that both coexisting as one was what kept them safe.

***(skipping approx ~a chapter between these sections)***

Most of his fiftieth birthday passed with relative ease. The burden of carrying a birthday all on his own had been lifted, and at last he was granted permission to divvy up a single day between three people, so none of them got too weighed down with the responsibility of doing it alone. Each time he ducked under a fluttering banner that read "¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS A LOS TRILLIZOS!" the anxiety constricting his chest eased a little more. By now, nearly the entire family could tell how much their good-intentioned efforts to squeeze a decade into mere days had suffocated him without their meaning to. However, Bruno found that this understanding had not distributed itself equally amongst the Madrigals: some felt his anxiety so acutely that it might as well have been theirs in the first place, while others were aware of it peripherally at best.

'Others' being Abuela, that is.

"Bruno?" She still held his name fragile in her mouth, relearning the shape of it. "¿Por qué no vienes afuera conmigo? Your friends and family are looking for you."

He skimmed past the implication, said with no hint of irony whatsoever, that he had friends. And not just any friends, but ones who knew him so little that they had to look for him. Anyone who knew Bruno at all would have known they could find him here, huddled in a small alcove near his temporary room in the Guzmán house, neatly tucked behind a potted plant that Isabela and Mirabel had casually insisted on moving into the hallway a week after the Guzmáns had taken them in. It offered him the perfect vantage point from which to watch the world float by beneath him without being disturbed.

"I'm... okay," he fumbled. He pulled a leaf closer to his face, to conceal himself from the person who already knew he was there, but began to pick it apart instead. "I - I - I already got ten whole birthdays. In ten days! And it's – ha, it's their first birthday in a year! I think Julieta and Pepa deserve a little attention now, too."

"It's their first birthday with you in ten." A disapproving crease settled between her brows. "And they don't deserve any attention from you?"

"No!" He jolted up, barely saving the plant from toppling over. "I mean – yes! They – of course they deserve my attention!" Without the leaves to shield him, he and Abuela made eye contact in full force. He'd had no time to prepare for it, and he instinctively converted the brunt of it into a glancing blow by curling in on himself. This had nothing to do with Abuela and everything to do with Abuela: he flinched.

"Bruni- Bruno." She clipped the "-ito" off its end like trimmed feathers off the wings of a bird. Its absence robbed his name of all the tenderness and grace she had meant to add to it, making it drop out of her mouth with no way to cushion its fall. 

"Lo siento," he mumbled, averting his eyes from her wounded gaze and ducking past her. "Te veré fuera de Casita."

Worry that she once again was driving away her son froze Abuela’s hand in midair before she could catch his arm. “Bruno!”

He didn’t stop, but he did pause just long enough to turn toward her before he thought better of it and froze.

“I’m sorry for –” His eyes darted to the plant, the alcove, the spot where a branch had been trimmed away so he could see others better through the leaves. “I’ll make sure nobody sees next time.”

As is customary, light came of its own accord. For all his time trying to map their distance, he only caught glimpse of its outline when he turned his head away from her gaze. Abandoning her to the realization that she still had yet to fully understand her son, he wondered: when was the first time they had looked into one another's eyes and seen someone they were afraid to know there?

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[valleydoli]

𐙚 Ao3 Fics I’ve read and love 𐙚

𐙚 infidelity by @tawus (completed)

gojo x fem reader

Your marriage to Gojo Satoru lost its initial excitement, since your husband spent all his time either at Jujutsu Tech or on exorcism missions across the world. To ease your loneliness, you picked up your favorite pastime from your student years — clubbing — behind his back. Too bad that on Satoru’s most recent mission he spots his wife dancing in a nightclub with a bunch of guys in the skimpiest dress he has ever seen on her…

𐙚 desert rose by @sadistic-kiss (on going)

all jjk men x fem reader 😭

Toji Fushiguro finds you during one of his hitman jobs. With no idea what to do with you he decides to bring you home to his house of misfits. They weren’t picture perfect but neither were you.

𐙚 mascara by @/softstellars (on going)

geto x fem reader

You've never been a particularly good person, you're self-aware enough to know it. It's your only flaw, and recently you've actually been working to better yourself. For example: paying for a 30-dollar Uber so you can take your friend home only for her to ditch you for some guy when it comes down to it. Although you’re pissed, you decide to try and make the best of it instead of get into a screaming match with her. It's an easy thing to do when Getou Suguru is offering you everything to do just that. Everything a party entails: liquor, weed, and sex with a perfect stranger. And Getou knows perfectly well you have a boyfriend, so it's not like he'll want anything serious.

𐙚 a pearl by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

The Fushiguros needed a nanny, and the pay was too good to not apply, especially since your family needed financial help. You were the perfect nanny for the kids, they loved you as if you were their own mother. Slowly, you built up the perfect relationship with the family. Especially with Mr. Fushiguro. A man who would constantly visit you after dark. A man who you thought had sincere intentions but at the end of the day didn't care about you. A selfish man who just saw you as a tool to make his wife mad. A man who didn't care about you but didn't want you with anyone else. A man that took away your ability to know what a healthy relationship was. You couldn't speak up about it since all the fault would fall at your feet and would be deemed as the "homewrecker".

𐙚 you, my angel and my saint by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

sequel to a pearl!

After having an affair with your boss, you're left to deal with the consequences, those being: two exhausting new jobs and a child. A child that he never got to know the existence of. Now all you had to do was keep her hidden, which should be an easy task, right?

𐙚 rings by @/bungeemum (on going)

toji x fem reader

you divorced the man in front of you for a reason. so why was he standing on your doorstep, guilt plastered on his face, and eyes glinting with hope?

𐙚 a dangerous game by @/anaoyuo (completed)

gojo x fem reader

geto x fem reader

Both men agreed to a game about who fucks you first, but they didn't play their cards right. Gojo and Geto changed the course of the game when they decided to keep you around for way longer than intended, making you fall for their sweet way to deprave you, and now you have to face the consequences in a gamble that they call their life.

𐙚 fate’s gamble by @/anaoyuo (on going)

gojo x fem reader

geto x fem reader

sequel to a dangerous game

缘分— a story about predestined affinity, set in a world where the intoxicating thrills of wealth intertwine with amorality.

𐙚 him & i by @pharixden (on going)

gojo x fem reader

toji x fem reader

sukuna x fem reader

A cheating husband, a widowed bodyguard and a malevolent fling of the past who owes a favour isn’t a combination for the faint of heart, but not every girl is a damsel in distress.

𐙚 changes by @lemonlover1110 (on going also on tumblr!)

gojo x fem reader

From childhood friends to lovers to mere strangers. Your love story with Satoru Gojo was one from a fairy tail, until it wasn't. When you were twenty-one, Satoru left you without an explanation. Five years later, you meet again but nothing is quite the same. Too many things need to be explained, especially the fact that there's another Gojo that Satoru has yet to meet.

𐙚 the man in apartment 381 by @lemonlover1110 (completed also on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

Looking for a new beginning after the death of your husband, you move away from town. That's when you meet him, Toji Fushiguro, a widower with a three-year-old son. You two understand each other, which draws you close. Except you two don't realize that feelings would eventually develop, and neither of you want that. Feelings are the last thing you two want after finding out the great damage that they can cause. When you two discover this, it's too late.

𐙚 4th avenue viewing by @/softstellars (completed)

nanami x fem reader

Nanami Kento is intelligent, serious, reserved and can easily catch someone in a lie. It's his job to do just that, he's renowned for it. So when he comes to your university to offer up an internship, it's quite the opportunity. Anyone would jump at the chance, except for you. But no, you just had to be the one caught in a lie.

𐙚 forgotten souls by @/killerpoultry & @/bebobopobo (completed)

sukuna x fem reader

You and Sukuna have been married for years. Even though he is brash, mean, and sadistic, you love him more than anything. While he may not show it much, he truly loves you too. One day you get into a terrible car accident and lose all your memories. You learn to live once more while Sukuna must now get you to fall in love with him all over again.

𐙚 love kills by @/sourome (on going)

i actually don’t know 😭 i think toji x fem reader

The wealthy and successful Zenin family, well respected and seemingly perfect. But all that glitters is not gold. Toji Zenin, CEO and face of the Zenin Group acts like a gentleman but is a vile creature that has ruined many lives, such as yours. That married man dared to play with your mother’s heart many years ago, destroying her sanity and her life and ultimately killing her. Now years later and being all grown up you decide to seek revenge, he deserves to suffer that same destiny and die of love. With the help of a few friends you plan to become a part of his life and his every thought but you didn't take into account his son, that man had the potential to turn your plans upside down.

𐙚 the black swan by @uselesslydamaged (completed)

sukuna x fem reader

Loving someone is easy, but experiencing it is harder.

𐙚 bodyguard by @/succybuss (on going)

toji x fem reader

Your Grandfather, a man involved in unsavory businesses that has taken you under his wing, has informed you that you will be under the care of a full-time Bodyguard. Unhappy with your grandfather's decision, you decide to go out for a night of drinking for your last night of freedom. There, you encounter a man you planned on taking home, but life had other plans in store for you...

𐙚 violet lights by @septembersummer (completed)

gojo x fem reader

In which you're at a party that you should've skipped when you capture the attention of a boy who looks like an angel and grins like the devil. He looks beautiful in the neon lights, and maybe you just want to make your ex-boyfriend jealous, but trouble with a tongue ring does sound like fun, just for tonight. What's the worst that could happen, you know?

𐙚 starboy by @septembersummer (completed)

gojo x fem reader

sequel to violet lights

After your ex-boyfriend gets arrested on national television, you find yourself realizing that you really didn’t know much at all about Gojo Satoru. Well, he’s better known in the Yakuza as The Six Eyes, not that he ever told you that.

𐙚 sweet little lies by @/mooglepaws (on going)

toji x fem reader

Megumi Fushiguro is the perfect Fiancé. Caring, loyal, successful, devastatingly handsome and crazy in love with you. So how and why do you end up fucking his Dad? As your wedding looms and the consequences of your affair unfold, you have to make a choice between the Fushiguro men.

This is a Toji x Reader x Megumi but the smut is almost exclusively Toji x Reader focusing on their affair.

𐙚 the twist of a knife by @darkcat23 (on going)

gojo x fem reader

This world is dull, colourless in your eyes. You are just trying to keep going with your life, not bothering anyone, trying to support your mother and yourself. So what happens when you agree to help your ex one night? And what if you catch the attention of a certain white haired assassin? And he shows you just how colourful this world truly is. or, a story of a girl with a violent mind and a boy with violent tendencies, finding each other, intertwining, and feeding off one another. perhaps it is fate that has brought them together. or perhaps it's something more sinister, something more cold.

𐙚 untameable waves by @/circedemedici

(unknown i guess hopefully i can let you know)

has been taken down i dont know if it’ll come back but if it does i’ll link it! but i’m leaving it here because it was most definitely my favourite :(

please let me know any other fics you’ve read because i love reading fics with a LOT of plot and also let me know if you end up reading any and you enjoy them as much as i did! :3

i think i used every tag known to man LOL 𐙚