#she is so incredibly strong (both physically and mentally) and i want her back

[princesssmars]

baby girl, im finna rock your shit!

a sequel to this vi x reader. p.iii

wc : 1.735

contains : fxf relationship and sex. some romantic fluff. rough sex. penetrative sex (r!receiving). some dom!vi i think. lowkey highkey jealous/possesive vi.

a/n : greatest writing motivation is being horny as fuck. enjoy.

for better or worse, violet could not keep her hands off of you.

when you first glanced at her you did not take her for the type to be so affectionate - dyed black hair, smudged eyeshadow, not to mention the abundance of leather she was wearing as she celebrated knocking her opponent out cold. that mixed with her playboy reputation with some of her more desperate fans? let’s say you weren’t expecting nightly shoulder rubs and playful smushing of cheeks when you got home.

but when you finally gave her a chance to worm her way into your heart you were gladly surprised to see just how much of a sweetheart the boxer could really be. she texted you every day and constantly made sure you were taking care of your physical and mental well-being.

and of course, once you gave her the go-ahead she was so physically affectionate. she always had a hand on your hip when walking in public, gently moving you to avoid a small obstacle or to show you a small place she wanted to treat you to. at your shared apartments she would follow you around almost akin to a puppy, a big dopey smile on her face as she stood behind you while you were grabbing some chips from the kitchen.

“uhh…do you need something?”

“nope.”

“…are you sure?”

“yup.”

and every time you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and smile at her before putting a kiss on her cheek.

and while you noticed it beforehand, after you slept together for the first time you saw just how…depraved her affection could get.

from your experience, the first few days after the first time with a partner could be strange, with neither partner knowing when it would be right to initiate the next time without seeming too distant or too desperate. but gods were you glad you and vi were on the same wavelength. it was only the morning after that you were ready to go at her again, nearly embarrassingly desperate to feel the ache she left between your legs again.

but you were feeling just the slightest bit of self-conscious over how eager you were with her last night, so you decided to do something nice to show your appreciation by making her and you a nice breakfast. even though your legs felt the slightest bit wobbly as you made your way to the kitchen.

in the middle of you poking at the eggs to check their progress when you feel a pair of strong arms encircle your waist and a towering body press into your back. you try to keep focusing on the cooking but it becomes impossible when vi starts to playfully bite and kiss at the skin of your neck, forcing you to giggle as the feeling of it combined with her hair getting in your face.

your giggle turns into an airy gasp when her palms grasp your hips and she brashly thrusts her crotch into your backside, moving your body over to the side so you can grip the counter. a deep groan escapes from her throat when your hand travels up to grip her hair. another moan leaves your throat when she lets one of her hands travel down beneath her your sleepshirt.

so you were both equally desperate. and it was amazing.

now her quick kisses before boxing matches had a fair chance of turning into heated make-out sessions and quickies, her scarred lips smiling as she whispered how she needed to complete her ‘winning ritual’ before she goes out to fight, which usually consists of her getting on her knees and eating you out until you’re dizzy. she also loved downright groping you whenever she got the chance when you slept over at her apartment. you could be mopping the floors and she wouldn’t hesitate to reach down and squeeze or slap your ass before walking off like nothing happened.

and though you initially didn't suspect it, you find out she can be incredibly possessive. and again, it was amazing.

once you started to become more official vi made sure you had a front-row ticket to her matches so she could turn her head and spot you whenever she was in the ring. she was scheduled to fight some up-and-coming boxer who was known for her big mouth, and after shit-talking vi one too many times in the press your girlfriend was more than eager to step into the ring. you just didn't expect the woman to have an apparent death wish as she openly flirted with you before the match started, blowing you a kiss and a wink before coming face to face with an uncommonly calm violet.

it was one of the faster knockouts she'd gotten in her career.

as soon as the press and her team were done talking to her she gave you a look. a look that said “get your ass in the car because you are so getting messed up when we get home,,”

and so, you get your ass in the car. and not even an hour later, she makes good on her silent words.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“thats it, take it baby. just fucking take it.”

when you had called vi depraved you truly meant it, as there was no other way to describe the provocative posiiton she had you in - your body pliant and settled on top of hers as her arms wrapped under your kneed and locked behind your head.

all of it was just so deliciously disorienting. the way her feet planted on to the mattress so that she could use her core to thrust her hot pink strap inside of your cunt, the frequent growls and grunts she let fly right next to your ear, how her clasped hands kept forcing your head from rolling back to looking down-

you let out a pitifully desperate whine when your eyesight locks onto the sight of your body from the mirror she dragged over to the front of the bed. youd felt a zap go through your body as she was doing so, and it was only increased ten fold as you saw the creamy mess between your thighs, strings of your slick expanding and contracting each time she pounded herself into you.

“god, i can feel you clenching around me. you like looking at how fucking messy i make you?” violet sneers before delivering a random harsh thrust inside you, laughing nearly cruelly when an odd squeaking comes from your throat.

“aw don't worry baby, i love it too. sounds so fucking good, should've set up a god damn camera-”

it is definitely not embarrassing how loudly you moan at that. you aren't allowed to be bashful when violet giggles into your shoulder. she brings one of her hands to wrap around your throat while the other travels downwards. she brushes over your breasts and stomach, reveling in the ripple it causes when you take a shaky inhale at the feeling.

you’re so caught up in the contradictory softness of her touch and the roughness of her hips movements that you’re more than shocked when she raises her hand and brings it down in a hard slap against your thigh. your hips involuntarily move up into her palm while down towards the strap, conflicted on which pleasure you want to overwhelm you.

“come on, don't run from it. we know you can take it.” she groaned, bringing her hand down in another rough slap against your thigh. she was never the most jealous person. she was never in a relationship long enough to be jealous. but seeing you fall apart for her so desperately after that bitch had the nerve to hit on you in front of her put a sick feeling of satisfaction in the pit of her chest.

your whines start to take on a higher pitch that reveals to her you’re closer than ever to your orgasm. high off of the win and the euphoria of fucking you and feeling the base of her dick bumping into her clit with each thrust, she decides to take a gamble and do something that she knows will make you make a mess for her.

there are no words to describe the full-body feeling you have at her rough palm smacking down on your clit, or the way your orgasm rips out of you like a bullet train. it’s so powerful it nearly hurts, and no matter how much you try to arch away from her she uses her grip to hold you down and follows you up with her hips.

“nuh uh, don't fucking run from me, baby. just feel it, god take it, bet you look so fucking pretty.”

the pleasure feels like it lasts for hours, and its only halfway through that you realize you’re leaking all over both of you and the sheets. you also realize that the experience has brought violet to a fiery orgasm herself, her body pushing through the pleasure as she uses shaky thrusts to help the both of you ride through your orgasms.

with how much she loves being affectionate, it's no surprise that vi is a god at aftercare. once it's clear your high has passed and you’re teasing the edge of sleep she immediately gets to work by slowly slipping the strap out of you and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek when you whimper at the object leaving your warmth. ever so gently she handles your body to slip off of hers and rest on the bed and on shaky legs walks to get a rag from the bathroom.

after cleaning both of you off she tosses the strap to the floor to be cleaned later and flops in bed next to you. as she lays on her stomach she rests her arm over your body, pulling you in ever closer to her.

“y’know i think that reaction gives me permission to start calling you jealous.” your voice is quiet but hoarse and gives her just the littlest bit of pride.

“’m not jealous. maybe i just can’t get enough of you.”

god, you hope you get flirted with more often.

[enwoso]

CRUSHED! || alessia russo

bit of a longer one for you all<3 this will probably turn into a mini series (about 3-4 parts)

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manchester united women v arsenal women.

an important fixture for you and the rest of the manchester united squad as this would ensure the teams lead in the table, in the race for champions league football next season. something you and the rest of the girls longed to play especially having just missed out by a margin the season before.

you were determined to ensure that you and the team got into europe — having dreamt of playing the high level of football since you were little.

something even more exciting for you is that you were in, incredible form at the moment scoring goals left right and centre or as some of the news reporters would phrase it as saying you couldn't stop scoring!

confidence was flowing through every inch of your body and rightly so, you had six goals in the last four games one of them goals even helping man united progress further into the fa cup.

everything was going to way you wanted, you were playing excellent football at the moment who can was hopefully going to secure your place in the england team for the upcoming world cup in the summer. your relationship with alessia was only growing stronger as you were about to hit your two year anniversary.

you could happily say that you were in a good place, quite literally physically but also mentally.

"how long do we have till kick off?" you asked turning to your girlfriend who was finishing re-lacing her bright orange boots. "um about 15 minutes why?" less said looking up to the walling seeing the clock was about to reach the hour 7.

"just wondering" you shrugged, loosening yourself up and scooting closer to the blonde leaning your head on her shoulder. as she sat back up her arm stretching togo across your shoulder as the familiar smell of vanilla taking over your senses.

the two of you sat in each others company, not talking just watching as the rest of the team talked among themselves. just as marching came in to give his usual team talk and to help lift any spirits even more before it was time to walk out.

"-just go out and bring home them 3 points!" marc finished as the changing room filled with a cheer as everyone took off their warmup jumpers as it was time to walk.

"i love you" you smiled pecking alessia on the lips, a tradition they did before every match, "i love you too" alessia responded as the two of you did your little hand shake you'd both came up with one night while being in a hotel room before the blonde pulled you for one last quick but tight hug.

alessia wondered off up towards the front of the line taking her place in between millie and nikita as you strayed towards the back. taking your place as always just behind tooney.

"you ready baller?" ella smiled turning around to your direction, you rolling your eyes playfully at the new nickname ella had began to call you over the past few weeks.

"always." you whispered, patting ella on the back to signal to her to begin moving in order to keep up with the rest of the team who were now walking through the tunnel and out onto the pitch.

the teams walked out, hand in hand with the mascots as the teams lined up, arsenal on the right and man united on the left. once all the photos were done, shaking hands with the arsenal players before going off into the half that they would be starting.

"let's play our best girls!" katie said as you all done the usually team huddle, putting your hands in the middle and cheering before everyone went to their starting positions.

you were thankfully playing your usual and much preferred position of the left wing, with alessia in the middle leading the line and parris on the right wing.

the referee blowing the whistle and the game was under way.

3' BLOCK! chances at both ends for both teams. walti lets fly from a distance but zelem put in a strong block. at the other end, y/n is nearly played through by parris but zinsberger rushes off her line to clear into touch.

6' WIDE! russo with her first shot of the game! y/n scampers down the wing and while walti dispossesses the cutback to zelem, the loose ball is able to fall to the lionesses striker. russo let's fly first but it's wayward — she had more time to shoot then she thought.

the game so far is going the way you wanted it too, manchester united in the opening minutes were playing better, were playing better football. you'd even had a few chances to get to the box unfortunately non of them able to get the shot in due to arsenals tight defence playing their part.

manchester united back on the attack again, the ball building from the back passed to zelem from blundell, arsenals midfield covering zelem as she sells you a short pass up to the wing.

loosing the ball momentarily to maanum as you overstretch a move you must have done a million times before in hopes of getting the ball across to alessia as she was in a big space with nobody covering her and had the opportunity to open the score line.

however the overstretch left you feeling a pop, following a sharp pain in your knee. the ball had already been hit forwards, not seeing if it reached your girlfriend you fell to the ground knee in clutch.

face planting into the grass as you waved your hand in the air, tears bubbling in your eyes at the sudden pain you were feeling. .

"y/n!" you hear ella as she comes rushing over, the midfielder being more worried for her teammate then whatever was happening higher up the pitch. the manchurian ushering the medics on the sidelines to come on and help you — the game however was still in play. "are you okay?"

12' problems for manchester united, y/n is down and looks to be in real pain. the red devils can't afford for their star girl to be injured at the moment. the lioness looks close to tears — this could be a serious problem ahead of the world cup.

the whistle finally blown as the referee stops the game waving over for the medics to come over, alessia is quick to rush over. panic setting in for the blonde seeing her girl down for so long without moving comfortably.

"what happened love?" alessia asked quickly as the medics began to assess you over trying to find the extent of the injury.

you shrugged, "dunno but it's my knee" dragging your hands over your face fighting back the tears which were bubbling in your eyes out of shear pain but also annoyance that either way it was an injury and that meant a setback.

"can i continue?" you asked knowing exactly what the answer was going to be, but their could have been a small chance you could have however with the pain you were in it was definitely not a good idea for you to even if she was allowed.

"i think it's gonna be best for you to be subbed and then the medical team can properly check you out" one of the medics told you as you nodded slowly, the feeling of a hand moving your loose hairs out of your face, turning to see who it was only to be met with a sad smile from your girlfriend.

"it's okay, your gonna be fine" alessia whispers as she took a place next to you holding your hand to try and comfort you and try and help take some of the pain away.

14' the stretcher is out, it's not looking good for the forward. this could be serious. the replay shows there is no contact to y/n on the right knee but she did go down holding it.

"no! no, i'll walk off!" you protested at the sight of the bright orange stretcher being brought towards you, alessia giving you a stern look as if to say 'do what the medics are telling you'

but both of you knowing that they would only ever have the players best interest at heart but alessia also knew you like the back of hand and how stubborn you were and to know if you say you are doing something then that's would be exactly what was happening.

"are you sure your able to?" the medic asked, you nodding as the team along with alessia all helped to get you to your feet.

alessia's arms wrapped around the small of your back as you clung onto the side of the blonde limping off the pitch, a medic at your other side as the stadium erupted into cheer and applause for you.

you were handed over to another member of the medical team, leaving the blonde's arms but as you began to slowly move towards the tunnel you notice your girlfriend beginning to follow you. "less, what are you doing? you need to carry on playing!" you choked out.

"that can wait.." the blonde whispered grabbing your hand in hers.

"no? you need to play less!" you let go of alessia's hand placing your hand on her cheek pulling her closer and pecking her lips quickly, "now go and score for me, my love!" you whispered as your lips lingered near the blondes, a small smile appearing on her face, alessia nodded and with a little bit of hesitation headed back out towards the pitch.

the medic team taking you slowly deeper into the stadium, as you limped towards the medical room. you finding yourself lying on the bed as they began their assessment to determine the extent of your injury.

25 minutes felt like hours to you as you watched the senior medic write down on a clip board as they compared the injured knee to your normal knee. the injured knee a lot more swelled and puffy than your normal knee.

the soft sound of the crowd above you was able to be heard as they cheered and chanted for the teams playing. wishing you were up there instead of lying hopelessly on a bed.

the only helpful thing you could do was answer the medics questions like "on a scale of one to ten, one being the worst, what is the pain right now?"

"okay, so i've ran all the assessments i'm able to do here with the equipment i have and i'm sorry to tell you but you have indeed ruptured your anterior cruciate ligament or as you may know it as your ACL" the medic told you

your chest suddenly felt heavy as you let out a breathe that you didn't even know that you were holding in. your eyes closing trying not to let the tears fall as your head hit the back of the bed you were currently lying on.

taking another deep breathe as the news settled, your mind racing that this isn't the minor injury she initially expected it to be.

"how- how long am i out for then?" you asked, those seven words not being used frequently in your footballing career.

the longest you had ever been out from football was two weeks for a concussion after going to header the ball into the back of the net but while doing so also crashing into another player at the same time and that was when you were 16.

"um your probably looking at 9-12 months, i'm afraid" the medic placed the clipboard down as you nodded slowly — this was going to be the most challenging thing you ever going to face.

"oh" was the only words you were able to find.

"as for right now the only thing i can do is bandage it just to keep the knee straight and i would also suggest that you don't put any unnecessary pressure on it, ice it to help with swelling and then when your able to see a doctor tomorrow they'll go through the next stages with you" they explained as you whispered a small 'okay'

the realisation of the injury was really beginning to set in as you watched the medic bandage the knee. your dreams of being at a world cup were slowly slipping away with each wrap of the bandage.

the medic began to run through your notes and everything they had looked at but if you were being honest it all just went in one ear and out the other.

the medic gave you some crutches, encouraging you to use them to avoid putting any weight on it before helping you to your feet and up back towards the field to enjoy the match — well what was left of it on the sidelines.

as the medic helped you back towards the pitch you found it was full time, stopping just outside the man united changing room, the team all being on their way back to the locker room to get showered.

you were met with lots of sorry looks and sympathy from both the man united girls but also the arsenal girls, lots of them being your teammates at england, as you stood back pressed to wall letting them all go past considering they were all going to be a lot faster than you were.

seeing afar alessia rushing, her eyes set on what was in front of her as she walked beside ella as she chatted the blondes ear off. the blonde about to walk straight past you as you grabbed the side of her shirt pulling alessia to the side as best as she could without loosing her balance.

"wh- oh! hi love, how bad?" alessia asked her facial features softened at the sight of her girlfriend, a guess to the answer of her question as she stared down at the crutches that were currently holding you up.

"bad."

the strikers face formed a pout as she pulled you in for a side hug, a few sniffles beginning to come from you. alessia hushing you softly, as she brushed your hair back out of your face.

"shh, it's going to be okay baby" alessia cooed as she placed gentle kisses onto your forehead. "we'll get through this together, okay" alessia pulled you closer to her rubbing her arm up and down your back.

"what was the score?" you asked as you lifted your head to rest on the blondes chest, chocking back on the tears which were flowing down your flushed cheeks.

a small smile appearing on alessia's face as she shook her head in disbelief that you'd gone off injured and what you were most worried about was what the full time score was?

"it's 2 - 0 to us" alessia whispered as a big sigh came from you as you nodded for the blonde to carry on wanting to know who had scored, "oh um keets and me scored"

"that's my girl!" you mumbled placing a small kiss to her cheek before letting go of the blonde as you steadied yourself.

“you coming?” alessia asked as she pointed towards the changing room, you have a small smile as you began to turn on the crutches, a little wobbly as you were still getting used to hoping on one leg.

"love, i'll get on my back and i’ll give you a piggy back" alessia began as she was back right by your side, you stopping dead still looking towards the blonde.

“baby, i love and appreciate you but you have two left feet i really don’t fancy having a broken arm!” you laughed a little the blonde gasping a little at your bluntness but never the less taking one of your crutches in your hand.

“i won’t drop you, i promise!” she pleaded, as you gave into her, the blonde giving you a piggy back into the changing room. as you praying to the lord above that she wouldn’t drop you.

getting into the changing room most girls were buzzing off the win, some were in the showers and others were just looking forward to go to sleep. alessia sitting you down on the bench next to both yours and her little cubby, pecking you on the lips as she hurried to get into the showers not wanting to keep you waiting for ages.

you watched on as people walked past you as you sat feeling pretty much helpless. watching on with envy as everyone else moved around the room freely while you couldn’t even move from the bench properly without being in a large amount of pain.

you couldn’t get up and join in with the silly antics of ella and mary as they danced around the room just like every win the team had, you couldn’t tie your shoe laces which had come undone and you couldn’t even bend down to pick up your bag from under the bench.

you felt useless.

“love? tesoro?” alessia said softly but there was no reply from you as you stared off into the distance, tears building up in your eyes for not the first time today.

“gorgeous? are you okay?” alessia repeated herself this time waving a hand across your face, finally getting your attention as you blinked head shaking to pull you out of your trance.

you noticed that the changing room was empty now, it was just you and less left. you looked to your girlfriend humming, you had no idea what she had said.

“are you okay?” she asked once again as you hummed nodding your head, a clear indication to the blonde that you were far from. alessia sighed moving your crutches which were slumped next to you onto the floor.

“what’s bothering that pretty mind of yours” she asked as you slumped your head against her, your cheeks feeling wet as the tears fell.

“just watchin’ everyone. i feel so useless. i can’t even pick my bag up for fuck sake!” you choked out in a whisper, maybe this was the anger that you had kept in the past hour. the reality of your injury really hitting you.

“oh baby” alessia whispered moving your face to face hers as she cupped your face, wiping your tears away with her thumb. “your the strongest person i know, you’ll get through this and you’ll come back from it better than ever” alessia reassured you, wiping another tear that rolled down your cheek before it hit your chin.

“what if i can’t?” you whispered your bottom lip wobbling. you were scared for the next few months, how different it was going to be.

“you will! and i’ll be here for you every step of the way, okay?” alessia gave you a small smile as you nodded a little.

“i love you”

“i love you too” she kissed your forehead as you rested your head on her chest listening to her heartbeat.

it was going to be a long nine months.

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manutdwomen we can now confirm that y/n l/n has suffered a ruptured anterior cruciate ligament against arsenal on wednesday night.

y/n was substituted in the first half of the game at leigh sports village and underwent further assessment on thursday to determine the extent of the injury.

y/n will now begin a period of rehabilitation and is set for an extended spell on the sidelines. she will undergo surgery in due course. everyone at manchester united will be supporting y/n closely throughout the long journey ahead and we would ask that her privacy is respected at this time.

comments —

arsenalwfc we are gutted for you y/n — wishing you all the best with your recovery❤️

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ellatoone the baller will be back before we know it!

2h        245 likes     reply

lionesses we are with you, y/n! ❤️❤️

2h        136 likes     reply

alessiarusso she’ll be back stronger ❤️

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leahwilliamson wishing all the best with her recovery❤️

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[lilislegacy]

I'm not a big fan of Percabeth. But, I'm still open to see different sides of a thing. So, I would like to ask what do you see in the couple? What made you like Percabeth? Was the ship important to you when you were a child/teenager? Can you list the positive things that you may remember about Percabeth, please? If you can't, it's okay too. For the last one: What is the thing you love the most about them?

Oh my god I could go on and on about this question. I will try to keep it as short as possible. Basically, I just love how deep their relationship goes. There are so many things about them that makes them such an incredible pairing to me

1. There is so much mutual respect and support between them. They are battle partners. They respect each other's strengths and capabilities to the highest degree. Annabeth deeply values Percy's bravery and loyalty, while Percy deeply values and admires Annabeth's intelligence and strategic thinking. They support each other no matter what. No one respects Annabeth more than Percy, and no one respects Percy more than Annabeth. They trust one another explicitly. And that deep-rooted trust and respect is what separates them from so many other pairings.

2. They perfectly complement each other. Their contrasting personalities balance each other out so beautifully. Percy is impulsive and unpredictable, and Annabeth is thoughtful and strategic, which makes them an incredibly strong team. In any situation, whatever one of them lacks, the other has in abundance. Percy gets angry and worked up easily, but Annabeth can calm him down. Annabeth overthinks things and stresses herself out, but Percy can simplify things and bring her back down to earth. They keep each other level on a deep mental/emotional level. And the biggest one, in my opinion: Annabeth’s biggest fear is being betrayed and abandoned, and Percy’s defining trait is unwavering loyalty. They are like two different puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

3. They’ve been through so much togeher. The two of them share a history that no one else could possibly understand. They have learned and grown so much together. They started going on dangerous quests together when they were little baby 12 year olds, and have been fighting by each other’s side ever since. From going on quests, to being part of a prophecy, to dealing with the complexities of their identities as demigods, the challenges they’ve faced have impacted them both tremendously. And no one else would understand exactly why they’re the way they are. And you know, there’s the fact that they literally walked through hell together. Their experiences deepen their connection and understanding of each other more than words can describe. No one else could possibly understand them like they understand each other.

4. The chemistry is off the charts. The heat and attraction between them is abundantly clear, which adds a layer of realism and excitement to their relationship. In PJO it’s mainly tension - that’s clear in their banter and arguments and angsty thoughts - but when they’re older and together, it’s shown more through attraction and physical affection. Let me give some examples. When Annabeth touched his back in TLO, Percy says he feels as if jolts of electrify course through his body. In the demigod diaries, Percy mentions how beautiful she looks while in combat. There’s also a scene where he can’t focus because he’s literally staring at how her camp beads lay against her throat. Annabeth is constantly wanting to hug him and be in his arms. When she sees him in MoA, she literally has to restrain herself from continuously kissing him. And when they are about to fall into tartarus, to either death or torture, her dominating thought is how handsome he looks. Throughout all of HoO, they are super touchy and affectionate with each other, always touching and cuddling and kissing one another whenever they can. And of course, I have to mention the time that they literally made out in front of Piper in BoO, and Annabeth makes “grunt-whimper” sounds. I just love how down bad for each other they are. No one who can read can deny it. There is so much heat and attraction and affection between them.

5. Their loyalty to each other is unwavering. They consistently prioritize each other's well-being over anything and anyone else. They always have each other’s backs, both in battle and verbal interactions. They quite literally go across the country/world to find each other when they each get kidnapped. No distance, no person, nothing will stop them from finding each other and protecting each other.

6. They are equals. Given they are both legendary greek heroes who will go down in olympian history, it’s hard to find someone who compares. But they are both so equally extraordinary. Sure, they have different strengths, but neither is better than the other. They are both incredibly brave. They are both super witty. They both would do anything for their friends. They are both leaders. They just GET each other. They are on another level - and it’s the exact same level.

There’s more too. I could go on and on and on. (And on.) There is so much I didn’t say. But all of those elements combined is why I love them. They were made to love one another. They choose to love each other, every single moment of every day.

And my favorite thing? Probably that above all, they are best friends. There are all the things I mentioned above, but at the foundation of their relationship is an unwavering friendship. They just love being together. They love joking around together and hanging out, but also holding each other when times are rough. They take care of each other. I love that they are BFFs. Two besties who also happen to be soulmates, together against the world.

Ugh I just love them. I need to stop talking

[shizuturnspages]

same anon who asked about yandere childe with strong s/o, and i was wondering... which yandere genshin characters do you think would be totally into a strong s/o (minus childe ofc) and which ones would see it as an obstacle since it means they're tougher to restrict/'protect'/etc??? don't need much detail, just wondering what your thoughts were on genshin men/women who would find it appealing and who would see it as another issue to deal with

Yandere Genshin Characters Who Would Be Into a Strong S/O

These characters would thrive on the challenge or admire your strength, seeing it as an asset rather than a threat to their obsession.

❥ Xiao: Strength impresses him. He’s used to protecting others, but if you can hold your own, it’s both a relief and a bond-builder. He might even secretly admire you more than he lets on.

❥ Kaeya: He would find it incredibly appealing. He loves a good challenge, and having a strong S/O would keep him on his toes. He’d flirt and test your boundaries, intrigued by your strength both physically and mentally.

❥ Beidou: She’s all about strength and freedom. A strong S/O? Perfect match. She loves sparring with you and seeing your skills in action.

❥ Eula: Due to her background as a noble outcast, she respects strength and resilience. A strong S/O would earn her respect and affection. She’d bond with you over shared battles and see your strength as a shared asset rather than a threat.

❥ Rosaria: She would silently appreciate your strength, as it means she doesn’t have to constantly look out for you. She’d enjoy the fact that you’re capable of protecting yourself, and might even view your strength as an extension of her own independence.

❥ Arlecchino: She thrives on power dynamics and sees your strength as something to respect and wield alongside her.

❥ Cyno: He respects competence and strength, especially in combat. He’d see a strong S/O as an ideal match, someone he could trust to have his back. His yandere tendencies might even become more subtle since he doesn’t have to worry as much about your safety.

❥ Wanderer: He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Wanderer would love a strong S/O. He’d see your strength as proof that you’re someone worthy of his attention, and it’d feed into his fascination with you. His possessiveness might even grow, knowing others might covet your abilities.

Would See It as an Obstacle

❥ Diluc: He would struggle with a strong S/O because he’s so used to taking on a protector role. He’d view your strength as a barrier to him fulfilling that role, which would frustrate his yandere tendencies.

❥ Ningguang: She prefers to have control over every aspect of her life, including her relationships. A strong S/O might disrupt the balance she tries to maintain, especially if you act independently in ways that challenge her authority or plans.

❥ Thoma: He’s more of a caregiver at heart, so a strong S/O might make him feel like he’s not needed as much, which would bother him in a possessive way.

❥ Alhaitham: He might find your strength a little inconvenient because it challenges his need for control. He respects intelligence over brute force, so if your strength overshadows his calculated plans, he might get a little exasperated.

❥ Tighnari: He would view your strength as a complication, especially if it means you’re more independent than he’s comfortable with. He wants to be the one to protect and guide you, so your strength would sometimes clash with his protective instincts.

❥ Zhongli: His old-fashioned nature might make him see your strength as a hurdle to his protective instincts. While he’d deeply respect your abilities, it’d also challenge his need to shield and safeguard you.

❥ Raiden Shogun: Ei is used to being the ultimate authority. A strong S/O who acts independently might clash with her rigid sense of order, making her feel like her control is being undermined. She’d see your strength as both a threat and an obstacle to “keeping you safe.”

❥ Kaveh: He would see your strength as a direct threat to his overprotective nature. He thrives on being needed and would find it hard to cope with an S/O who doesn’t rely on him emotionally or physically.

❥ Ayato: He would find it bothersome in private, as he prefers being the one in control of situations. Your strength would make it harder for him to manipulate or safeguard you, which might frustrate his possessive streak.

❥ Albedo: Your strength might disrupt his plans of keeping you isolated for his “observations.” He’d have to strategize around it, which he might find annoying.

[eddiediazbuck]

I love your Eddie fics 💕

Could you write an Eddie x reader who works at the 118 and she likes Eddie but dosent think he likes her back because she is a tomboy. And they fall for each other with a bit of angst but a happy ending?

Sorry if that’s too much

TOMBOY - EDDIE DIAZ

You’ve always been one of the guys at Station 118. It's where you fit in, where you’re comfortable. As a firefighter and paramedic, you’ve made a name for yourself with your skill, determination, and ability to keep up with the best of them. You were tough, unyielding, and yes, a bit of a tomboy. But there was one person at the station who made your heart race every time he was near: Eddie Diaz.

Eddie was everything you admired in a person—brave, kind, and incredibly handsome. But you were convinced he would never see you as more than just another member of the team. After all, you weren’t the type of girl guys like Eddie went for. You didn't wear makeup or dresses, and you preferred a good workout session over a shopping spree.

Today was just another day at the station, and you were in the middle of a tough training drill. Eddie was there too, of course, leading the exercise with his usual focus and intensity. As the drill came to an end, you found yourself paired with him for the cooldown.

“Nice work today,” Eddie said, giving you a nod of approval. “You really pushed through.”

“Thanks,” you replied, trying to keep your cool despite the flutter in your chest. “You too.”

As you both stretched out, Eddie glanced over at you, his eyes thoughtful. “You know, I’ve always admired how strong you are. Not just physically, but mentally too. You never give up.”

You laughed softly, shrugging off the compliment. “It’s part of the job. Gotta keep up with you guys, right?”

Eddie’s expression turned serious. “It’s more than that, Y/N. You’re incredible at what you do. Sometimes, I don’t think you realize just how amazing you are.”

His words caught you off guard, and you quickly looked away, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “Thanks, Eddie. That means a lot coming from you.”

The rest of the day passed in a blur, but Eddie’s words stuck with you. Could he really see you as something more than just one of the guys? You pushed the thought aside, focusing on your duties. It was safer that way.

--- --- ---

A few days later, you found yourself on a particularly harrowing call. A building had collapsed, trapping several people inside. The entire team was on edge as you worked tirelessly to rescue the victims.

Eddie was right by your side, his presence a steadying force. As you crawled through the rubble to reach a young girl trapped under a beam, you felt a sharp pain in your leg. You gritted your teeth and kept going, knowing there was no time to waste.

Finally, you and Eddie managed to free the girl and carry her to safety. But as soon as you set her down, your leg gave out, and you collapsed.

“Y/N!” Eddie was at your side in an instant, his face etched with concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, though the pain was evident in your voice. “Just a scratch.”

Eddie shook his head, not buying it for a second. “Let me see.”

Reluctantly, you allowed him to examine your leg, which was bleeding heavily from a deep gash. Eddie’s jaw tightened as he applied pressure to the wound. “You’re not fine. We need to get you to the hospital.”

Despite your protests, Eddie refused to leave your side. He rode with you in the ambulance, holding your hand the entire way. It was the first time you had seen him so visibly worried, and it both warmed and broke your heart.

At the hospital, you were patched up and given orders to rest. Eddie stayed with you, refusing to leave until he was sure you were okay.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m just one of the guys, right?”

Eddie’s eyes softened as he took your hand in his. “You’re not just one of the guys, Y/N. You’re special. And I’ve been too afraid to tell you how I feel because I didn’t want to risk ruining what we have. But seeing you hurt today made me realize I can’t keep pretending.”

Your heart raced as you looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and warmth there. “Eddie…”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. “I’ve fallen for you, Y/N. Tomboy, warrior, whatever you want to call yourself. I love you for who you are.”

Tears filled your eyes as you pulled him close, your heart finally feeling at peace. “I’ve fallen for you too, Eddie. I was just too scared to believe it could happen.”

He smiled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Well, believe it. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

From that moment on, things changed between you and Eddie. The team noticed, of course, but they were nothing but supportive. And as you continued to work side by side, you knew that you had found something truly special—a love that saw beyond appearances and cherished the person within.

--- --- ---

Back at the station, the team’s dynamic began to shift subtly. Bobby, Buck, Chimney, and Hen had all noticed the change in your relationship with Eddie. During a quiet moment in the kitchen, Hen nudged you with a knowing smile.

“So, you and Eddie, huh?”

You tried to play it cool, focusing on stirring your coffee. “What about me and Eddie?”

Hen laughed softly. “Oh, come on. It’s obvious. The way you two look at each other now. It’s sweet. I’m happy for you.”

You felt your face flush, but couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Hen. It’s still kind of new, but it feels right.”

Hen’s smile widened. “That’s all that matters. You two deserve to be happy.”

Despite the initial awkwardness of everyone adjusting to your new relationship, things fell into a comfortable rhythm. Eddie’s support and presence became a constant source of strength for you. And in turn, you found yourself being there for him in ways you hadn’t realized he needed.

One evening, after a particularly grueling shift, Eddie invited you over for dinner. It was a rare night off for both of you, and you gladly accepted. As you entered his cozy apartment, the smell of something delicious cooking filled the air.

“Hey,” Eddie greeted you with a warm smile, pulling you into a hug. “I hope you’re hungry. I made your favorite.”

You grinned, feeling your heart swell with affection. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble, Eddie.”

He chuckled, leading you to the dining table. “It’s no trouble at all. I wanted to do something special for you.”

As you sat down to eat, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. The conversation flowed easily, and you found yourselves talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It was moments like these that made you realize just how deeply you had fallen for Eddie.

After dinner, you both settled on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms. The comfort and warmth of his embrace made you feel safe in a way you hadn’t felt before.

“Can I ask you something?” Eddie’s voice broke the comfortable silence.

“Of course,” you replied, looking up at him.

“Do you ever feel like…you have to prove yourself? Like, because you’re a tomboy, people expect you to be tougher or stronger than you actually feel?”

You thought for a moment before answering. “All the time. I’ve always felt like I had to be one of the guys to be taken seriously. But it’s exhausting, trying to fit into a mold that doesn’t really fit me.”

Eddie nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “I get that. And I hate that you feel that way. Because you don’t have to prove anything to anyone, Y/N. You’re amazing just the way you are.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at his words. “Thank you, Eddie. That means more to me than you know.”

He gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “I mean it. I love you for who you are. And I want you to know that you can always be yourself with me. No pretending, no proving. Just you.”

Tears filled your eyes as you leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. In that moment, you felt a sense of peace and acceptance that you had longed for your entire life.

As the weeks turned into months, your relationship with Eddie continued to grow stronger. You faced challenges together, both on and off the job, and your bond only deepened. The rest of the team became your biggest supporters, cheering you on and offering advice when needed.

--- --- ---

One day, while on a particularly intense call, you found yourself trapped in a burning building. The flames were closing in, and panic threatened to take over. But then you heard Eddie’s voice over the radio, calm and steady.

“Hang in there, Y/N. I’m coming to get you.”

His words gave you the strength to hold on, and within minutes, Eddie was by your side, guiding you to safety. As you stumbled out of the building, coughing and covered in soot, Eddie pulled you into a tight embrace.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with worry.

You nodded, tears streaming down your face. “I am now. Thank you, Eddie.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close. “I’ll always come for you, Y/N. Always.”

In that moment, you knew without a doubt that Eddie was the one for you. He was your partner, your confidant, and the love of your life. And no matter what challenges lay ahead, you were ready to face them together.

The seasons changed, and with them, your relationship continued to blossom. Eddie introduced you to his son, Christopher, and you quickly formed a bond with the bright, kind-hearted boy. The three of you spent weekends together, going on adventures and creating memories that you would cherish forever.

One evening, as you sat on the porch of Eddie’s house, watching the sunset with Christopher playing nearby, Eddie took your hand in his.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice filled with emotion. “I never thought I could feel this happy again. You’ve brought so much light into my life, and I can’t imagine my future without you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you squeezed his hand. “I feel the same way, Eddie. You’ve shown me what it means to be loved for who I am. And I’m so grateful for you and Christopher.”

Eddie smiled, his eyes shining with love. “I want us to be a family, Y/N. Will you be a part of our family?”

Your heart soared as you nodded, tears streaming down your face. “Yes, Eddie. Yes, I will.”

He pulled you into a passionate kiss, and you felt an overwhelming sense of joy and completeness. You had found your place, your home, with Eddie and Christopher.

As you looked out at the sunset, wrapped in Eddie’s arms, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you would face them together. Because love, true love, sees beyond appearances and cherishes the person within. And with Eddie by your side, you had found a love that was unbreakable.

And that made all the difference.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hey thanks for accepting this ask. So what I wanted to ask is how the amazing digital circus crew would react to a reader who's a strong hero...that's incredibly optimistic, dense and Guilable thinking that the world acts like a cartoon/comic sometimes

TADC cast x comic hero type reader!

meant to start knocking out these last two requests earlier this morning but i had to clean up the house a bit; but im finally getting onto it! reminder that requests are currently closed and any requests sent in will not be answered and will be deleted to keep the inbox clean; so please keep your requests until i announce theyre open again! plan on taking a day or two off to rest my brain n back as well as catching up on art and my own personal fic. the requests being answered currently were sent in prior to requests closing with that said, i hope you enjoy this anon!!

CAINE:

honestly i think caine would be the same way, not exactly but i think he would some of the cluelessness in terms of how the real world works... except its mostly with the non digital real world; call it inexperience or something! lets you play hero during the IHA.. honestly you kind of fit right in with your personality, with tropes and being a stereotypical comic book hero, if not a little naïve. pretends he doesnt recognize you when you walk around in your "citizens disguise"

likes coming up with villain npcs for you to fight during adventures

POMNI:

initial confusion when she sees you just walking around with a tie plastered to your chest, asks you what its for as well as dropping your name. even more shocked that youre shocked that she knows who you are. kind of just accepts this is a thing you do and doesnt question it, especially as she settles into the digital world.. at least youre handy during IHA.. i think during my little break i might try to figure out how i wish to right pomni because i really do wish i made her stuff more... interesting

RAGATHA:

honestly i think she would make you stuff to add to your disguise. doesnt want to shatter the illusion for you so she just tries to casually give you stuff out of the kindness of her heart... which isnt... totally wrong.. honestly i dont think she would try to change you or bring up the bad disguise thing so long as its not somehow putting you in danger. in fact i think she finds your whole hero personality endearing, you guys are both optimistic and its nice to be around someone who isnt just. losing their marbles or being a dick.. plus, you arent technically wrong to view the digital world as a cartoon, i mean, look at it and look at the physics of the world and all

JAX:

oh he is going to be a menace, probably makes a joke villain persona to mess with you only for you to immediately gun for him and deal with his "evil antics",, i mean hey as long as jax doesnt put his silly little villain mask back on you wouldnt suspect a thing... maybe... i think he would roll his eyes at some of the things you say, since youre way more optimistic and out there than ragatha... probably uses your gullible..ness... as a means to trick you

KINGER:

honestly the "as a royal myself" line he dropped in the pilot makes me think that at some level he believes himself to be a real king; or maybe he was just REALLY playing into his whole theming and he knows hes just some dude but was trying to appeal to the gloink queen... what im trying to say is that i think there might actually be a solid chance he fully leans into your hero thing, and perhaps even falls for your disguise (if him constantly forgetting gangle is standing right next to him says anything about his observation skills and/or mental state)

ZOOBLE:

similar to jax but also not. finds your optimism a little too much sometimes; especially if youre very outwardly social and friendly so its not like you swoop in to do your hero duties but you also stop to talk to the 'civilians' of the circus.. though unlike jax they wouldnt try to trick you, nor do i think they would exactly be mean to you. a little irritable by your energy and attitude, maybe, but i think zooble gets irritated by almost everyone in the circus.. reluctantly plays along with your disguise

GANGLE:

i think she would be into it, probably draws you in your non-disguise outfit. you get fanart, yay! probably similar to pomni in the whole, just accepts how you are both as a person and with your antics, but i think she just accepts everything everyone else does! not much to say, shes a fan of it and if you stand up for her when jax is mean thats just an added bonus for her

[heizuha-queen]

The Mischievous Witch, Chapter 4

She knows it’s a bad idea to this, she knows it’s the worst idea, and yet she runs to see the corpse.

She needed to know. She needed to make sure it wasn’t the girl from yesterday. Maybe it was an old body from another place that washed up on their beach by coincidence.

It’s not the girl. It’s definitely not the girl. Right?

She ran up towards the corpse that was being surrounded by curious people and pushed them aside to see. To confirm that it was just a stranger.

But it wasn’t.

It was terrifying. The look of fear was still on the girl’s face, her mouth wide open as if she was still screaming, her face was incredibly pale with no signs of life, her eyes wide open and not blinking.

She felt it come up her throat and turned away immediately. Kazuha vomited on the sand and everyone surrounding her yelled and screamed with disgust and walked away from her. It kept coming out and it wasn’t stopping. The pain was intense, both mentally and physically. She could feel the tears falling on her cheeks and the cold sweat covering her body and face, her heart beating dangerously. One of the men who found the body held her hair up as she kept throwing up.

Would he do that if he knew she witnessed the girl’s death? Would he help her if he knew she was covering up for the murderer of this girl? Would he help her if he knew she doubted her aunt and knew there was a possibility this girl was innocent?

That’s all Kazuha could think about as he held her hair and patted her back. She was heaving and shaking. She knew she didn’t deserve this man’s sympathy.

She heard a loud crack and felt a new set of arms around her.

“Kazuha-chan, the Auror’s have arrived. They apparated here as you can tell by the crack (sound). Come on let’s go.” Mikiko said gently and she slowly ushered Kazuha towards her, but Kazuha refused. She couldn’t move. She was scared she was going to throw up again if she moved.

What was happening? She knew her aunt and uncle killed people, but she never witnessed it before. Now that she witnessed it and saw the dead body it shook her to her core. She could never imagine doing that to someone. Especially, someone who looked so innocent and helpless like that girl.

“Kazuha-chan, come now get up before the Aurors get suspicious!” Mikiko loudly whispered.

It was all too much, the corpse, the memories from yesterday, the guilt, the Aurors being here. Tears fell from her eyes before she could stop them. She can feel a huge knot in her throat. She wanted to scream, wanted to forget everything, and have everything go back to normal.

“Excuse me, Miss. We need you to leave the murder scene and wait with the others for questioning.” She heard an Auror say. His voice was familiar, but she didn’t know who it was.

She was still on her knees, unable to move. Her body was shaking, and tears were overflowing her face when she suddenly bent down and threw up all over again.

“Miss, you have to leave the scene you can’t throw up near the corpse!” said the Auror again.

“Can’t you see she’s unwell?” Screamed Mikiko.

“Is something wrong, Kudo?” asked the other Auror. When he saw Kazuha’s state, throwing up with a tear-stained face, he immediately went over to her and pulled her hair away from her face while rubbing her back.

He couldn’t help but look at her softly, she looked so vulnerable, so weak, so broken. He’s never seen her like that before. Every time he interacted with her, she was either bubbly and playful, or angry because of his relentless teasing, but never like this. And he had a feeling it wasn’t just because she saw the corpse.

When she was done throwing up, he put his arms around her and helped her up, “Come on, let’s take you away from the corpse.”

Kazuha didn’t have the energy to protest, so she went along with him with Mikiko walking right next to her.

‘Don’t help me. Please don’t help me.’ She kept thinking as she walked with Heiji’s strong arms around her waist, ‘I don’t deserve your help. You wouldn’t even look at me if you knew what happened.’

She looked up at him as they walked, looked at his strong jawline, and beautiful blue eyes, beautiful blue concerned eyes. Concern that she didn’t deserve, concern that she should’ve had for that girl.

She turned her face that other way, too ashamed to look into his eyes.

She felt a lump in her throat, her chest tightening and, her cold and clammy body shaking. Her vision was getting blurry, and suddenly everything turned black.

-.-

She found herself in the hospital when she woke up. Thankfully, due to her family’s standing in the wizarding society, she was able to have a private room where no one can see her losing her mind.

Her aunt was there, sitting on the couch that was beside her bed. But she knew the reason wasn’t because she was worried about her, but rather she was angry with her. Furious would describe what she felt towards her better. 

Kazuha looked at her with a cold uncaring face, but underneath it all she could feel her anxiety increasing and her heart racing. She could feel her muscle tensing as her body readied itself for another attack from her.

She knew why she was here. She made a huge scene on the beach and the Aurors are suspicious of her. Not to mention, that she was already arrested for what she did to the boys, and even though they didn’t find any evidence on her, she knew that Auror Hattori knew that she did it but let it go for whatever reason he had.

In less than a week, she almost exposed her family.

“So, you’re finally awake huh?” said her aunt as she stood up from the couch, “Do you know the mess you made Kazuha?”

Kazuha’s facial expression didn’t change. She looked at her aunt with so much coldness you could see icy flames in her eyes. It was her way of coping, almost a wall protecting her from her aunt, and not letting her see the vulnerability that lied beneath the icy cold wall.

“For years, no one was ever suspicious of us. For years, everything was kept a secret. But now, because of stupid little prank with the boys and your guilt-ridden reaction, you put us in danger!” Fujiko whispered in anger, her eyes flaring up.

“Well, what do you expect me to do? I saw her corpse; I saw you ki-”

Fujiko slapped Kazuha before she could finish her sentence.

Kazuha stared at the floor in shock, one hand on her red cheek. It wasn’t the first time her aunt did that. But the feeling of rage, anger, and humiliation never leaves. Kazuha could feel her heart in her throat, can feel her blood boiling beneath her skin. Her body was shaking with rage as she looked up at Fujiko.

“You’re a fucking psycho.” Kazuha whispered in anger. She could feel her bed slightly shaking, her magic flaring up.

“What did you just say?” Fujiko said putting on a strong face, but Kazuha could see the slight fear beneath her eyes as she saw the furniture of the room shaking more intensely.

“I said you’re a fucking psycho!” Kazuha screamed, her green eyes now glowing. The windows in her room shattered to pieces.

Fujiko yelped and took cover from the flying glass.

“Oh, you crazy spoiled brat!” Fujiko screamed at Kazuha, as she got up and was dusting off glass from her robe, “How dare you?!”

Kazuha didn’t say anything, just stared at her with defiance.

“Now, I have to clean up after your mess like I always do.” Fujiko said and waved her wand in one sweeping motion. The pieces of glass, big and small, re-formed themselves midair and flew back to its original place, making it seem like the window wasn’t broken in the first place.

Knock, knock

Kazuha and her aunt, look to their right towards the door. It was most probably a nurse coming to check in after hearing the glass shattering.

Fujiko cleared her throat and straightened her posture before saying, “Come in,” sounding calm and elegant, as if she didn’t just slap Kazuha and yell at her a few seconds ago.

The nurse came in looking worried and looked around the room to check if anything happened. Finding nothing, she looked at Fujiko and said, “The Aurors are here, they would like to see Miss Kazuha.”

Fujiko’s eyebrows slightly twitched in annoyance, so slightly it wasn’t noticeable for anyone but Kazuha who noticed the smallest change in her aunt’s body language and facial expressions. A skill she got to predict her aunt’s chaotic and abusive behavior.

“Please, let them in.” Fujiko said with a polite smile on her face.

Kazuha felt her heart sink to her stomach, why would the Aurors come see her? Why couldn’t they wait until after she was discharged from the hospital. Oh God, they were definitely suspicious of her, she was going to get caught. This time Auror Hattori and Auror Kudo won’t let her get away with it. She was going to spend the rest of her life in jail. All of her dreams, her aspirations, all gone. Just like that.

Her aunt gave her a warning look, knowing that Kazuha was overthinking and anxious.

‘Do not ruin this, do not let them see you nervous’.

Kazuha took a deep breath and fixed her posture. She became aware of every tiny muscle on her face. She needed to look calm, but tired. After all she was in the hospital because she fainted after throwing up twice. Looking healthy and energetic all of a sudden would be suspicious, not to mention, insensitive regarding they just found a dead body a few hours ago.

The Aurors came in. It was Auror Kudo and Auror Hattori, they were both looking serious and professional, they came here to interrogate her for sure. But Hattori, he looked a bit different, looked at her with concern. Probably because she passed out in front of him in the beach.

“Hello, Miss Toyama, Miss Fujiko.” Auror Kudo and Hattori bowed politely as they greeted them, “We hope we’re not intruding. We just came here for some light questioning. We questioned everyone that was on the beach where the dead body was found, Kazuha is the only person left.” Kudo said.

“Oh, you’re not intruding at all. Please, go ahead, and tell us if you need anything.” Fujiko answered, smiling politely at the Aurors. She looked so calm and collected, not a single thing looked out of place. If Kazuha didn’t see her kill the girl, she would’ve never guessed it was her aunt. Kazuha was weak, she was so weak compared to her aunt and uncle. She really needed to stop being such a crybaby.

“Are you doing okay now, Toyama-san?” Auror Hattori asked.

Kazuha looked up at Auror Hattori, surprised. He looked at her with such concern and worry. He...cared...? 

“I’m better.” She answered.

He didn’t look like he believed her. He just kept staring at her with such intensity, it made her want to hide under the cover. The way he was looking at her, it was like he was trying to read her mind, trying to reach her soul.

She looked away, not able to handle it anymore. She was going to break if she kept looking into his eyes.

“That’s good news.” Auror Kudo said, “Well let’s get right into it, we don’t want to waste any of your time.”

A small notebook and pen flew out of his pocket. The flying notebook opened a new page and the pen stationed itself in front of it, ready to write.

“Can you tell us everything you remember before and after the body was found?” Auror Kudo asked, the pen already writing down his question.

“Well, Mikiko told me there was a party in the back beach, so we went there to party with everyone else. We got some beer and watched as people danced, and when I went to get another beer bottle, I heard a scream. So, I ran to see what was happening and I saw the....” She couldn’t continue anymore. She closed her eyes, trying to push out the image of the girl’s dead body.

“Hmm,” Auror Hattori said, with a scrutinizing look, “Toyama-san, where were you at 12:20 AM yesterday?”

Kazuha felt like she was going to throw up.

‘Keep it cool, keep it cool. You didn’t see anything; you didn’t see anything. You are innocent.’

“I was at Mikiko’s.” Kazuha said, her voice shaking a little. Auror Hattori narrowed his eyes, immediately noticing her shaky voice.

“Are you sure?” Auror Kudo asked with one brow raised. He obviously wasn’t convinced, only an idiot would be. “Let me remind you Toyama-san, that lying to Aurors during an interrogation is misdemeanor and you can be put in jail for it.”

Yes, but less than a year, which is better than the punishment of being an accessory to a crime like murder. If she told them that she witnessed her aunt murder the girl, her family would be in ruins, and she would be jailed for much longer. Whereas, if she told them she was at Mikiko’s, that’s more believable, and she was sure that Mikiko covered for her and told them Kazuha was with her, because not only would she be protecting Kazuha, but Mikiko herself would not be considered a suspect because she would have an alibi.

Kazuha spoke with more confidence as she repeated her answer, “Yes, I’m sure. It was almost midnight when I went to the beach,” she looked at Heiji as she said that “Then after I was done from swimming, I went to Mikiko’s.”

“Why did you go to her place to sleep over at midnight? Don’t most sleepovers start earlier?” Auror Hattori asked.

“Mikiko and I are like sisters, she can come over anytime she wants and the same goes for me.” Kazuha said.

“You didn’t answer my question, Toyama-san.” Hattori said sharply.

“What are you trying to insinuate Auror Hattori?” Kazuha asked harshly, her temper was starting to rise. She didn’t know where she got the audacity to get angry, especially when she was the one in the wrong, but she was thankful for it because her anxiousness was going to destroy her. She would rather be angry, “If you don’t believe me, go ask Mikiko herself! I was with her at that time. Now, if you don’t have any further questions, I would like to ask you to leave.”

Auror Hattori took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Kazuha could see him clenching his fist and jaw, his famous temper obviously flaring.

Taking notice of that, Auror Kudo said, “Well, thank you for answering our questions. We will be leaving now. Please, let us know if you see or hear anything suspicious.”

“Of course.” Said Fujiko. The Aurors just nodded, the pen and paper that were writing everything down, went back to Auror Kudo’s pocket and the Aurors were on their way to the door.

“What’s her name?” Kazuha asked loudly, in order to get their attention before they left.

Heiji looked back at her, “Hana Tanaka.”

-.-

“Her story matches her friend Mikiko’s, but there’s something off. She was clearly nervous and hiding something.” Shinichi said as he looked through his notes.

After questioning Kazuha, Heiji and Shinichi went back to the Auror office in the ministry to investigate as well as wait for the magical autopsy of the corpse. Usually, it took a couple of hours so it shouldn’t be that long, it could come any minute now.

“She has a clear alibi, so we can’t even ask to search her wand for spells.” Shinichi continued. He looked across his desk to see why his best friend wasn’t replying considering he’s the one talking his ears off most of the time.

Heiji was in deep thought, thinking about what happened in the hospital and replaying the scene over and over again. Something was off, and it wasn’t just the way Kazuha was acting. He could sense strong magic when he first entered the room, so thick in the air it was almost suffocating. And Kazuha, she was very tense, she was angry, he felt it. Just moments before they entered her room, he felt a flash of anger that wasn’t his. This wasn’t the first time that this happened to him, feeling emotions that wasn’t his, and he knew it was because of his soulmate and the bond between them. But now knowing that those feelings were Kazuha’s... It felt unreal. His mind still can’t process the fact that it was Kazuha. Kazuha was his soulmate.

Not only that, but throughout the years, when he felt those strong emotions, he rarely felt happiness, it was mostly rage, anger, sadness, and severe loneliness. How can a bubbly, cheerful girl like Kazuha have those feelings?

Also, her hands. Kazuha’s were twitching the whole time. She didn’t seem like she noticed it, but it didn’t seem like it was normal. It was almost like her nerves went haywire. He saw this happen before, but he didn’t remember when exactly...

And her aunt... There is something off about her too. She didn’t seem nervous at all, she was very calm and collected, which was a stark contrast to Kazuha.

“You know what’s weird Kudo?” Heiji said, “Not once did her aunt ask about the Tanaka-san. Usually, people ask about the victim, who is she? What happened to her? How did this happen? This murder would normally rattle a mother, make her worry about this happening to her daughter or someone else, but no. She seemed very calm, too calm. And Kazuha too nervous. There’s clearly something going on.”

“Now that you mention, that is weird.” Shinichi said, his fingers under his chin, “Also, did you notice Toyama-sans hands? It reminded me of when Aia’s hands were twitching after she was attacked with the cruciatus curse.”

“That’s it! That’s what it was! Do you think she was threatened or tortured not to say anything?” Heiji exclaimed, then he leaned back in his chair and sighed, “I don’t know what’s going on, I feel like I’m losing my mind. With this, then Jaakuna.” He ran his fingers through his hair, “I need to talk to her one on one.”

-.-

After Kazuha was discharged from the hospital, she immediately went to her room, not wanting to be near her aunt for one second more. She laid down on her soft queen-sized bed and blankly stared at the ceiling.

Hana Tanaka.

She kept repeating the name in her head.

Hana Tanaka, the muggle-born her aunt killed in self-defense. But still, she couldn’t shake off the immense guilt. She couldn’t talk herself out of it this time. She felt a storm of emotions, anger, guilt, sadness, helplessness. It was suffocating. Why was she guilty over this? It was frustrating her. This girl came with the intention to kill her family just because they were pureblood. She deserved this. She deserved to be tortured and killed. Right?

So why? Why does Kazuha feel this guilty?

Knock, Knock

Kazuha looked over at her bedroom window where the sound was coming from. It was Mikiko’s owl using its beak which was holding a tiny piece of paper to knock on her window.

Kazuha swished her wand and the window opened letting in Mikiko’s owl. The owl landed next to Kazuha looking at her with his wide eyes.

Kazuha took the note from the owl’s peak and gently patted him before he flew out the window, going back to Mikiko.

Hey Kazuha,

I know you’re not feeling well after everything. Akako Koizumi is hosting a sleepover just for the girls. Let’s go together, we need the distraction.

Love,

Mikiko

She really did need the distraction. So, she went to her closet and picked out one of her favorite pajamas. A cute strawberry set. The fabric was soft and light, the top slightly cropped with spaghetti straps and dainty chest tie straps that slightly show her cleavage and her shorts flowy and airy, perfect for the summer (1).

She styled her hair into her usual ponytail with red ribbons and wore a black robe on top of her pjs.

She grabbed a small piece of paper and wrote a note to Matilda, who would probably come to clean her room, to tell her that she will be attending Akako Koizumi’s sleepover, then apparated in front of Akako’s mansion.

Akako’s mansion is what you would imagine a dark witch’s mansion to look like. Black, cold, deadly, and no life. The complete opposite of her family’s mansion, which is funny considering her family are the ones that are actually dark. Akako was definitely morally ambiguous, but as far as Kazuha knows, she never killed a person in her life.

Before she could knock on the door, a small ugly-looking goblin opened, as if he sensed her presence. Kazuha shuddered at the look of that goblin.

Goblins are extremely clever and prideful, and don’t like being treated as inferiors by wizards and witches, yet somehow Akako was able to let one of them work for her. She didn’t want to know how...

“Ah, Kazuha-chan! You came!” Mikiko exclaimed as she saw Kazuha enter the mansion and hugged her tightly.

“Yes, I didn’t want to be cooped up at home. I want to have fun! It’s summer time, isn’t it?” Kazuha said, as she hugged her back, then took off her robe. The goblin snapped his fingers, and the robe flew in the closet and hung itself.

“Come on, let’s sit with the girls.” Mikiko said, pulling Kazuha to the living room.

-.-

Heiji looked at his watch then picked up his suitcase seeing it’s time to go home. He will be staying at his family’s mansion on the Island tonight since the guys have some party there that he probably will need to shut down. He needed so loosen up a bit, especially because he has a feeling things will change and become a lot more serious and he won’t be able to enjoy himself for a long time. He hasn’t been able to anyway, especially after learning about Kazuha being his soulmate. But having a party, so soon after they found Hana Tanaka’s dead body is insensitive.

He apparated to his penthouse first and got some clothes and change, then apparated in front of his family’s mansion. Thankfully his parents are not there for a few days so he can stay there without having to deal with his father.

As he got settled in his room, an owl knocked on his bedroom window asking to be let in to deliver the letter it was holding with its feet. Heiji got up and opened the window and received the letter then opened it.

Hattori!

Change of plans! We won’t have the party; we will sneak in the Akako’s slumber party! There will be a lot of HOT chicks wearing pjs (hopefully sexy ones)! See you there!

Do these idiots forget that he’s an Auror? It’s true that Heiji tends to be the life of the party, but he still doesn’t condone breaking the law.

He sighed then got changed into more casual clothes to the meeting place.

-.-

The girls sat on the living room floor in a circle with a rotating bottle right in the middle. The girls were playing the classic truth or dare but instead of the usual dangerous and illegal dares and scandalous truths, they played it safe since there were other witches amongst them that would get them in trouble if they do such things. One of them was Ooka Momiji sitting across Kazuha.

Why was she here anyway? None of these goody-two-shoe witches were invited to this slumber party, but somehow Suzuki Sonoko found out and she invited herself and every witch she knew. Kazuha was uncomfortable, she came to distract herself from pain and instead she got Momiji, the girl that walked with Heiji holding his arms this morning in the ministry. Ugh!

The bottle stopped, the tip facing Momiji and the bottom facing Kazuha.

“Truth or dare?” Kazuha asked with a harsh tone, she didn’t mean to, but it just came out.

“Truth.” Momiji answered with her usual higher-than-thou tone which irked Kazuha to no ends.

Kazuha leaned back and started thinking. What question should she ask her? What is she most curious about?

“Are you in a relationship with Hattori Heiji?”

Momiji’s eyes widened slightly looking slightly surprised by her question before returning to her calm composure.

“Why do you ask?” Momiji asked Kazuha, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“I’m the one asking the question, you answer with the truth.” Kazuha said.

Momiji raised a brow and looked at Kazuha up and down not expecting this retort. She took a deep breath and kept her calm and elegant composure and said, “No, we are not in a relationship. However, don’t be shocked if we do end up in one, after all we do have history together and Heiji-kun has a hard time resisting me.” She covered her mouth as she giggled when saying the last sentence and Kazuha could feel her face twitching in anger, and sparks forming on her fingertips (2).

“Oh my god, I heard you guys lost your virginity to each other!” Sonoko exclaimed, “Is that true?”

Momiji smiled shyly and looked at the ground and said, “Yes, it’s true.”

“Aww that’s so romantic.” Said Sonoko’s friend Ran Mouri.

Kazuha was frowning and could feel her anger rising higher and higher each time a girl said something, she felt as though she was about to explode.

“I heard his you-know-what is pretty big! Is that also true?” Akako brazenly asked, as if she’s asking if his eyes were blue.

“THAT’S IT! YOU GIRLS ARE DISGUSTING!” Kazuha stood up, fireballs coming out of her hands.

So many girls shrieked and backed away, scared of getting burned as a result of Kazuha’s rage.

Momiji narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Kazuha and said, “Why are you so angry Happa-chan? It’s just girl gossip, is it your first time at a slumber party?”

“Happa-chan?!” Kazuha’s fire grew stronger, “And this isn’t gossip! I wouldn’t appreciate men talking about my cup size!”

“I assure you they are, Kazuha-chan. If anything, that’s all they talk about when it comes to girls.” Akako said sneering, “So I don’t see why you would be this angry, unless you have feeling for him. Do you?”

Kazuha’s fire vanished as fast as her anger did that was replaced by embarrassment, “O-Of course not! I’m not in love with that stupid Auror!”

“Well then sit down and let’s hear Momiji’s answer.” Akako said.

Mikiko held Kazuha’s hand and slowly pulled her down.

Kazuha sat down and crossed her arms across her chest, her displeasure as clear as day.

“Ehm, going back to answering Akako’s question, yes, it is very big, very.” Momiji said, her cheeks blushing.

All the girls started screaming in excitement, “Oh my god I knew it!” One girl said. “Ugh! He is literally perfect! Tall, handsome, smart, athletic, AND A BIG ONE TOO!” The other girl screamed.

Kazuha couldn’t handle it anymore and excused herself to the bathroom.

‘How stupid are these girls?! God, I should stupefy them ALL!’ Kazuha thought as she stood in front of the sink, ‘Whatever, just ignore them. Take a deep breath, stay calm, don’t show your emotions. Showing emotions is a sign of weakness. If auntie saw me now, she would be so disappointed.’

After taking a couple deep breaths and tried calming herself. Once she felt her heart rate go down, she stepped out of the bathroom and went back to the girls and sat down in her place.

“Where’d you go, Happa-chan?” Momiji mockingly asked.

“It’s Kazuha.” Kazuha corrected her while rolling her eyes, “I went to the bathroom.”

Ran nervously laughed as she could feel the tension between the girls and said, “Let’s continue playing.”

“Yeah! I have so many questions and dares to ask! You girls aren’t ready!” exclaimed Sonoko.

“Is that so?” Akako loved a challenge, “Well, let’s s-,”

The sound of the living room window opening interrupted Akako. The girls looked behind them to see what was happening only to be shocked by a bunch of men trying to “sneak” in the house.

“Took you long enough.” Akako said, “Things were about to get interesting; I didn’t want you guys to miss it.”

You could almost see the men’s eyes into pink hearts as they looked at their queen Akako. Kazuha always felt eerie about the way men worship her. Even though Kazuha is a half-veela, she never tried using her veela magic to spell men around her, having them worship her, but Akako uses dark magic to have most men in the world be at her beck and call, almost like slaves.

Kazuha’s body shuddered at the thought, it just felt too dystopian.

“See, Hattori! She wanted us to be here! It’s not illegal!” One of the guys outside screamed.

Kazuha’s eyes widened ‘Hattori!’

Momiji covered her mouth and giggled, “Oh, Heiji-kun came? I don’t know if he could handle seeing me in these pjs. He will probably drag me to the nearset room.”

She was wearing baby pink silk dress that sheer fabric stitched on the top with feathers on the bottom like a cape (3).

Even at a slumber party she looked elegant. She always made Kazuha feel underdressed, but then again, all the girls were wearing pajamas so maybe she shouldn’t feel so bad about the choice she made.

“Well, as long as it’s not actually sneaking in, I’m not stopping you.” Kazuha could hear his deep voice, as he followed the guys in and snuck through the window into the living room.

He climbs through the window and Kazuha could hear the girls sigh as they look at him.

“God, even when he’s climbing through a window, he looks so good.”, whispered one girl. Kazuha rolled her eyes. Are these girls ever not fangirling?

The moment he entered, their eyes met. He couldn’t stop looking at Kazuha’s eyes. Her big beautiful emerald eyes that keep sucking him in. My soulmate.

“Heiji-kun,” Momiji called his name in a sultry voice, “Come sit next to me.” She patted the empty spot next to her on the ground.

“Um, okay...” Heiji said, obviously uncomfortable. He wanted to sit next to Kazuha, but she didn’t have an empty spot next to her.

He realized that it wasn’t so bad sitting next to Momiji after all, since Kazuha sat right across him.

He couldn’t stop staring at her, with her revealing pajamas, her beautiful soft legs in full display, her cropped shirt slightly showing her stomach, her breasts slightly revealed but not so much. Her cheeks flushed from his unwavering attention. It was such a tease, cute and sexy. Very Kazuha.

Unbeknownst to Heiji, Akako noticed the way he was looking at her, and so did everyone else. She saw the way Momiji was practically glaring at Kazuha, and suddenly she remembered the way Kazuha reacted when Momiji was speaking about Heiji.

‘Oh, we’ve got ourselves love rivals here. But what on earth is Kazuha doing with an Auror. Regardless, I think it’ll be fun to mess with these girls.’ Akako thought.

“Now that the boys have settled down, and we are all here, why don’t we play 7 minutes in heaven?” Akako suggested.

Everyone got excited and were eager to play the game, but Kazuha and Mikiko. This wasn’t what they expected at all.

“Well, since most of you agree, let me bring my random chooser.” Akako said, then she swished her wand, and a feathered plastic arrow came flying in, “This random chooser will choose two people, then these two people will go to the closet and stay there for 7 minutes doing whatever they want.” She winked as she said that.

The mens’ excitement went through the roof, and they started praying they would get picked to go with Akako.

Heiji, not being affected by Akako’s spell, felt nervous. He didn’t know what would happen if he got trapped in the closet with Momiji. Even if it was for 7 minutes, with Momiji it would feel like 7 days.

The arrow started flying around the group, going around them one by one. It finally slowed down in front of Momiji.

Heiji closed his eyes and took a deep breathe, ‘Please no, please!’

“Alright then, the arrow has chosen Heiji first.” Announced Sonoko.

“Wait what?!” Heiji’s eyes shot open, and he saw the arrow right in front of him pointing at him. ‘Oh God, that’s even worse.’ He thought.

Some girls started screaming with excitement, hoping the arrow would choose them next.

Kazuha could feel the anger and jealousy bubbling up. Why? Why on earth does she care about this stupid Auror? He can kiss and sleep with whoever he wants, why does it matter anyway?

‘Whatever, it doesn’t matter who he ends up with. Let’s just hope it’s not me. I don’t want him to corner me in the closet and find out my aunt killed Hana Tanaka.’

The arrow started going around the group slowly, pointing on the girls that were sitting. Each time it slowed down next to a girl, you could hear their audible gasps and their excitement, only to be disappointed when the arrow flew away a second later.

Kazuha could feel her heart beating loudly, the anxiety bubbling inside her chest. The tension was so high it was suffocating. Why on earth is that arrow taking too long to choose?!

Finally, the arrow seemed to have chosen a person. The last person Kazuha wanted the arrow to choose, Momiji.

The arrow pointed at her, and Momiji squealed with happiness and grabbed Heiji’s arm and pulled him closer her boobs squeezing him, “Oh, Heiji-kun! I’m looking forward for our 7 minutes in heaven. Although, I know that 7 minutes is never enough for us.” She winked, causing Heiji to blush.

Heiji looked over at Kazuha and the arrow and almost sighed with relief as he said, “Actually Momiji, it won’t be you that’s going to join me.” And he gestured towards the flying arrow.

“What?” Momiji looked at the arrow that was no longer pointing at her, but rather pointing at, “Kazuha?!”

-.-

(1) Pictures of Kazuha’s pjs, but hers is cherry instead of strawberry:   https://pin.it/6XlcJJr29     ,   https://pin.it/5Pi2iTiwF

(2) Kazuha is half-veela and veelas in the harry potter universes are cursed with fire and when they are angry, they have fireballs coming out of their hands, that’s why Kazuha felt sparks forming on her fingertips.

(3)Picture of Momiji’s pjs: https://pin.it/1Fa2MGEw9

[darknight3904]

Jotunheim

Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Asgard 2011

Thor's coronation had, by all accounts, been a disaster. The day had started fine, the palace was buzzing with excitement as Asgard prepared for a new monarch. Of course, nothing ever went as planned and the triumphant day was interrupted by Jotuns, Frost Giants, breaking into Odin's weapons vault. The Destroyer Odin kept had stopped them but from what Astri heard from servants gossiping, they had been trying to steal back the casket that Odin had taken from them over a thousand years ago.

Now, Astri could hear Thor's angered shouts through the castle as she sat in her room. Her slightly too-tight dress was pinching at her hips. She had spent a lot of the past two weeks with Loki who was still unhappy with the AllFathers decision. Of course, she couldn't listen to Loki's complaints without something to eat and had gained some weight since Thor had been named heir. Loki had told her it wasn't even noticeable this morning when she had confided in him. 

Maybe he was right but her clothing was starting to say otherwise. The book in her lap was beginning to bore her, she rose and placed it neatly on her shelf. Her eyes scanned the many bookcases she had in an attempt to find something more interesting. Perhaps Loki would want to visit the castle's well-stocked library with her or maybe he was off trying to calm down Thor, a task Astri had never been good at. 

Astri closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. She and Loki had been trying to mentally link themselves together for short periods, a technique Frigga had told them about but was never able to master herself. It proved to be incredibly hard for both of them and Astri understood why Frigga had given up on learning. Not only was it mentally draining, it physically exhausted her as well if she pushed too hard. Not to mention, there was no way to even get into Loki's mind if he did that thing he did where he closed his brain off to her. According to Frigga as long as the other's mind was open, and they were both strong enough to receive the bond they'd be able to briefly link their minds together. The idea was so that they'd be able to communicate and see each other's surroundings. 

She could feel his presence as she concentrated harder. Thor's voice was muffled as the link slowly established. The fuzzy image of the castle's hallways formed as she tried to see Loki as well. A harsh bang on her door pulled her out of whatever progress she had been able to make. She groaned in annoyance as she pulled her chamber's door open to be met with of all individuals, Loki. 

   "Good try with the mental link, Astri." He said when she met his eyes 

   "Oh please, like you could have done any better." She scoffed crossing her arms

   "I couldn't have. Why do you think I said good try?" He smiled reaching out to gently tug at her long hair 

   "Stop it." She said batting his hand away 

   "Get ready, we're going to Jotunheim, " Loki said 

   "Excuse me?" Astri balked, her eyes going wide 

This had to be the most reckless, crazy thing Thor had ever dragged Astri and the others into. Sure, there was that time he had tried pranking  Heimdall with her and Loki's help but that was an entirely different game. Speaking of said man, Heimdall stood at the entrance of the Bifrost ready to most likely send them all back home. 

   "Leave this to me," Loki said as they dismounted from their horses

   "Oh this'll be good," Astri mumbled as Loki confidently sauntered up to the Bifrost keeper. 

   "You're not dressed warm enough," Heimdall said 

That was not what Astri had expected to come out of his mouth. Apprently neither did Loki since he seemed rather surprised as well.

   "Do you think you can deceive me?" Heimdall asked Loki 

   "You must be mistaken..." Loki smiled 

   "Enough!"Thor's harsh tone shut his brother up and wiped the smile from Astri's previously amused face.  "Heimdall may we pass?" 

   "An enemy has never slipped past my watch until this day. I want to know how it happened." Heimdall said 

There was no way in all the realms this was happening. Was it too late to return to her room and books? 

   "Tell no one where we have gone until we've returned," Thor ordered before walking past him and Loki. 

   "Whats the matter? Silver tongue turned to lead?" Volstagg smiled nudging Loki as he passed.

The Bifrost roared to life as Heimdall placed his sword into its holder. 

"If your return threatens the safety of Asgard, the Bifrost will remain closed. You'll be left to die in Jotunheim." He warned 

Astri tugged at the soft cloak she had dawned before walking out of her chambers with Loki. The Bifrost glowed a dazzling brightness before she was swept into it. 

Jotunheim

When they had stepped out of the Bifrost's glow, Astri was shocked at how truly barren the land was. Heimdall had been right about their clothes. The wind was harsh and it stung at her face when snow hit her. Snow crunched under her boots as she followed Thor. They passed under huge rocks or maybe they were buildings that dripped in ice and snow. 

   "Stay alert and close to me," Loki whispered, his voice barely cut through the wind despite him being directly next to her. 

What Astri presumed was King Laufey's castle was fully in their view before she knew it. It was smaller than Asgard's but it was monstrous. Before they could take another step, a bone-chilling voice overtook the harsh winds and snow. 

   "You've come a long way to die." the voice said 

   "I am Thor Odinson," Thor said

   "We know who you are," it said 

   "How did you get into Asgard?" Thor questioned 

   "The house of Odin is full of traitors." 

   "Do not dishonor my father's name," Thor yelled 

   Suddenly, the horrible voice had a face as Frost Giant, most likely King Laufey, rose from an opening in the castle. More followed, almost appearing out of thin air. Astri's hand immediately dropped to her sword, ready to pull it from its hilt.

   "Your father is a murderer and a thief." Laufey said "And have you come here to make peace? You long for conflict. Crave it. You're nothing but a boy trying to prove himself a man." 

More Frost Giants emerged, this time flanking them. So much for getting in and out. 

   "This boy has grown tired of your mockery," Thor said. 

   "Stay on guard," Loki warned her quietly before approaching an angry Thor "Stop and think, we're outnumbered." 

   "Go, while I still allow it," Laufey said 

Thank you, Laufey. At least Astri wouldn't be going to Valhalla today. 

   "We will accept your generous offer," Loki said with a slight bow 

Astri's eyes widened as a large Frost Giant stood in front of Thor. Loki motioned for her to turn and she did but not before hearing the Frost Giant's words, 

   "Run home little Princess." 

   "Damn." 

Loki's voice was the last thing she heard before Thor smacked the giant with Mjolnir, sending him flying backward. All bets were off as the Frost Giants quickly swarmed them. With her sword drawn, Astri quickly blocked a large hand encased in ice that came crashing towards her. She spun around, kicking at its large legs to bring it closer to her height. Her sword found a home in its stomach and she kicked it away. Another Frost Giant came running towards her, his ice sword at the ready. She met him blow for blow and her heart pounded in her ears when she sliced at his neck, bringing him down. 

   "At least make it a challenge for me!" 

She turned to see Thor and Loki right beside him. She could hear Loki's words about staying close in her head as she took a few steps towards him. She was met with a blur of blue and ice as a Frost Giant jumped to the ground from who knows where. Another two joined him and cut Astri off from Loki. 

   "This one is rather small even for a female." One said 

   "Easier to kill." Another snarled 

The third just laughed before swinging at her. Astri's sword went flying from her hands as she felt his ice make an impact with her armor. She was back on her feet before she could even blink. Another blow, this time from behind and she swore her back popped with this hit. She reached for her knife as she pulled herself up. 

   "A small weapon for an even smaller girl." One of the giant's words fueled her anger as she stood. 

No more waiting for their blows. Astri made the first move and ran at the one who spoke. She ran and lept off one of the ice chunks that the giants had manifested. Her knife made a sickening sound when it made contact with the Frost Giant's face. His glazed-over eyes told Astri that he was indeed dead as she tried pulling her knife out. One down two to go...if she could just get this damn knife out. Ok, it wasn't going to budge. Astri turned her gaze to the other two she had yet to kill and saw them running towards her. Looks like they didn't take kindly to her killing their friend. Screw the knife and screw her missing sword. It wouldn't take much to blow these fools away. She could practically smell the fear on one of them when her magic went flying them. She quickly lifted them into the air, ready for her next move. A loud angry cry hit her ears and she turned to see another Frost Giant coming towards them. It was rather comical the way they all fell when she sent the two she had flying at the third. She watched as they hit each other and then fell off the cliff behind them. 

   "Astri! Let's go!" Sif yelled 

Astri's eyes widened when she saw Volstagg and Hogun were holding a bloodied Fandral. 

Loki rarely felt truly fearful. Sure, there was the time he had cut a chunk of Sif's hair out and then that other time when his mother got so angry with him about something he did to Thor that she ran out of words to yell at him. But, all of those fears didn't amount to what he was feeling when he saw Astri surrounded by three Frost Giants. He was desperately trying to work his way across the battlefield to where she was but the enemy seemed to be never ending. The moment he cut one down, another sprung up like they were in some endless queue. 

   "Don't let them touch you!" Volstagg had warned 

The warning seemed to slip past his mind as he killed another Frost Giant. Astri's safety was still on his mind when the large blue hand met his sleeve. The cloth and metal fell away and a sudden coldness took Loki's entire arm. His eyes widened when his skin began turning blue instead of blistering like he expected. The Frost Giant in front of him gave him an almost knowing look before Loki killed him. His hands shook as his skin turned back to normal. What kind of cruel joke was this? A loud yelp from about fifty feet to his right broke his trance, he watched as a Frost Giant smacked Astri hard enough to send her flying. His feet quickly began moving towards her. His daggers found homes in the throats of each Frost Giant who dared get in his way. Fandral's loud cry stopped his warpath. He had been impaled by a long spike of ice. Loki looked over at Astri whose hands were now glowing their blue hue, ready to end the Frost Giants who had cornered her. She'd be fine without him for one more moment. He quickly killed the giant who had been ready to kill Fandral and then turned to Thor who seemed to be having fun. 

   "We must go!" He yelled at his brother 

   "Then go!" Thor yelled back 

The ground rumbled as ice fell from what Loki had thought was a giant statue. A horrible-looking monster sprung to life as he ran after Sif, Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral. A loud crack was heard behind them as Thor brought lightning down on the Frost Giants that were surrounding him rapidly. In the flickers of his brother's power, Loki saw Astri's sword lodged in a chunk of ice. He reached for it as he ran past and pulled it out rather easily. 

   "Astri! Let's go!" Sif yelled to the girl who was watching three giants fall to their deaths. 

Astri couldn't believe what she was seeing. Not only was Fandral draped over Volstagg but a huge monster was hot on the friend's heels. She quickly began running as fast as she could beside Sif. The monster's heavy footfalls and sharp claws began breaking apart the ground they were running on. Suddenly, Fandral let out a victorious-sounding cry and Astri looked back to see the monster falling into one of the cracks its heavy weight had caused. They never slowed and ran on until they reached the cliff they had arrived on. The ground rumbled once more and to her horror, the monster had somehow managed to beat them to the edge of the cliff. This is not how she wanted to get sent to Valhalla. There was no way to turn around. Frost Giants were rapidly approaching as she looked at Loki who looked fearful for once. She reached for his hand and grabbed it. His skin was like ice and his eyes seemed desperate. 

   "Let's enchant it!" Astri yelled over the monster's growling, there was little chance of her plan succeeding since neither she nor Loki could enchant anything but they could try. 

Before Loki had a chance to say anything, Mjolnir flew over their heads with Thor in tow and right through the monster. Thank you Odin for that magical hammer. The loud thuds of footsteps reminded them that they weren't alone. Behind them what seemed like every Frost Giant on the planet had gathered to kill them where they stood. 

   "Here," Loki said presenting Astri's sword to her.

   "Thank you," Astri said taking it and dropping Loki's hand.

So this was it. Astri could feel her palms sweat as the first Frost Giants made their move. She did originally have plans of living much longer but things were now looking rather bleak. Shimmering light from up above stopped her dark thoughts as suddenly the AllFather was in front of them, mounted on his horse. 

   "Father! We'll finish them together!" Thor smiled 

   "Silence." 

Odin's tone sent a shiver down Astri's spine as her king talked to Laufey. Astri couldn't quite hear what they had said but before she knew it a burst of light came from Odin and Laufey was sent flying back and away from them. The BiFrost opened once more and before she knew it, she was standing back on Asgard, Heimdall staring at them. 

   "Why did you bring us back?" Thor angrily asked 

   "Do you know what you've started?" Odin asked 

Oh boy, this was not going to be a fun conversation. Astri looked at Sif, Volstagg, and Hogun who were leading Fandral away and to their healers. Astri immediately made motion to follow them, she had no desire to listen to another terrifying AllFather talk. 

   "Stay," Odin commanded, a harsh slam of Gungnir on the ground was all it took for her to freeze and scurry back to her spot next to Loki. 

   "I was protecting our home," Thor argued "You stand here giving speeches while Asgard falls. Our enemies laugh at us while you do nothing." 

   "You are a vain, greedy, and cruel boy!" Odin yelled back

   "You're an old man and a fool!" Thor countered 

Astri kept her gaze glued on the floor. She had always hated when others argued a fought in front of her. Frigga once said that it was her subconscious reminding her of her past. What part of her past? Astri wasn't sure yet. 

   "Yes." 

Odin's suddenly soft tone had Astri's head snapping back up to look at the scene in front of her. Loki stood by her side, rather close while Odin and Thor argued. 

   "I was a fool to think you were ready," Odin said looking down 

   "Father..." 

Odin shut Loki up with a loud shout and a point. 

   "Thor Odinson," Odin said "You have disobeyed the command of your king. Through your arrogance, you have opened the peaceful realms to war." 

The Bifrost roared to life as Odin placed Gungnir into it. Astri looked at Loki worriedly. He avoided her gaze and kept his eyes on his father and brother. 

   "You are unworthy of these realms, your title, you're unworthy!" Odin yelled, ripping Thor's armor and his cape. "You're unworthy of your loved ones." 

Astri's eyes widened, suddenly she had cause to be worried about Thor, the little blonde boy she had grown up with who was pretty much untouchable when it came to being in harm's way. Now, she was watching as he stripped of everything even his family. Of course, nothing could have prepared her for what happened next. 

  "I now take from you your power." Odin said as Thor's armor vanished from his body "I, Odin, Allfather cast you out."

Astri gasped and grabbed onto Loki as Thor was sent huddling back into the Bifrost which glowed as it took him who knows where. 

   "Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor." 

And so we've begun the first Thor movie. I was talking to a friend about this book recently and they said that Astri reacting the way she did to Thor's banishment didn't make sense since this is a Loki fic. I beg to differ. Astri was raised with both brothers yes she gets along best with Loki but she cares for Thor as one would care for family. Thor is a big brother to her in the same sense that he is Loki's. 

I'd like to take a moment to say not to be a silent reader! I love getting comments, likes, and reblogs, stuff like that keeps me writing! Hope you are enjoying This Love so far :)

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[crazylittlejester]

since it’s almost Hyrule Warriors anniversary…do you have any lttc warriors facts you’d like to share 🤲 also I’m going to draw him as part of my drawing links from different links meets thing I do for each game’s anniversary. It will happen I promise you so uh. idk if you have additional facial descriptors for him that you left in the other posts 🤲 but I’m pretty sure I can draw him accurately enough with the information already provided 👍 anyways, hope you have a good rest of your day!

OH BOY A CHANCE TO YAP ABOUT MY BLORBO!!!!!!

- Zelda keeps trying to promote him and he keeps refusing and she’s so frustrated by it, but he refuses to accept a promotion for something he doesn’t believe he accomplished

- He genuinely thinks he’s so sneaky with the lifts he has in his boots, he’s genuinely convinced no one knows

- Proxi can acknowledge how much he’s grown, but she still sees him as her wet cat son who just desperately needed someone to look out for him. She’s very proud of him, but she still thinks he’s ridiculous

- It took him a hot minute to become fluent enough in ‘hyrulian common’ (english) to be able to understand fast conversations with slang in them and to be able to speak back and converse with other soldiers at that level because it’s not his first language (this is why he sometimes stares at people with an incredibly blank expression during the war, he doesn’t always understand what they’re saying). Proxi continued to speak on his behalf until he’d perfected a castle town accent as well because he didn’t want anyone knowing he didn’t grow up within Hyrule kingdom

-Regularly abuses the fact that the general public has a certain image of him in their minds, and when he does not meet that image he can literally walk around wherever the hell he wants without being recognized and it’s so good for his mental health. He’s still paranoid and worried, but people just don’t recognize him because they hear all the tales of a strong, confident young man and Warriors is actually fairly quiet and comes off as a bit shy, plus people just aren’t expecting the hero to randomly be walking around on his own. Without the make up, fancy clothes, and boots and all that, he can just walk around markets like a normal person, and without the green tunic, Mask can too. So he’d pretty regularly just take Mask around towns to buy sweet treats and they both got to experience what it might’ve been like for an eighteen year old to shop with his little brother

- During the war, he and Ravio got quite close. They’re a dangerous combination and make each other worse

- He and his Zelda are incredibly close, they’re extremely good friends and they like to get together every so often and just YAP

also for any additional descriptors: LTTC Wars looks pretty much exactly like how I headcanon LU Wars. He was deadass created from You’re A Part Of Me Wars when I one day sat back and went “oh my god at this point I’ve just made my own guy-” the main difference between LTTC Wars and You’re A Part Of Me Wars is that LTTC Wars grew up outside of Hyrule Kingdom surrounded by a different culture and he struggled a lot more with a language barrier when he went to Castle Town (while my version of LU Wars grew up IN Hyrule Kingdom and had to struggle with learning his mom’s side of the family’s culture while being unable to fully interact with it), and a few details of the war. But physically they’re the same guy, so my pfp pic could be used as an additional ref if you needed :) THANK YOU FOR DRAWING MY GUY I LOVE HIM VERY MUCH

i love to stick lttc wars and you’re a part of me wars in a room and see what happens, they’d both hate it but I think theyd have so much to say

[moonlightpeddler]

I want to apologise first. This might be longer or rambling. Maybe both.

My mam is stable, I just talked to her attending doctor, there are still a lot of tests that needs doing but they have a general idea. It's nothing that's endangering her life right now.

I've visited her on Sunday, I wasn't sure if I should even go because I was doing badly, mentally, and physically, but didn't want to worry her.

I'll be completely honest; I'm running on sheer willpower alone. I can feel my body and mind breaking down.

I've said before that I'm ill myself, physically and mentally, both severely. That I'm alive is a miracle that I've always been thankful for, it has been a narrow escape several times.

My life has been nothing but an unfortunate tragedy. I'd like to say that it made me extremely resilient, and maybe that really is the case in some special, sad way.

People think resilience means being unshakable, incredibly strong, but the truth is, beyond a certain level, resilience just means that you can't give up even if you'd want to. It's quite formidable, really.

I used to have an older brother. Relationships between siblings are rarely perfect, especially brothers don't always see eye to eye, but no matter how rocky it was, I knew he always had my back. He died very suddenly two years ago, it was by far one of the worst days of my life and the only time in my nearly 40 years on this planet that I cried in front of strangers.

He always hoped to see me realise my dreams, and I know he died with regrets no matter how often he told me that he has none. This game has been started because I wanted to see this dream of mine become a reality, show him that I've done it, and eliminate the possibility that I'd someday die with this specific regret.

Now I only have my mam left, there is no one else, no family, no friends. Being trapped at home really limits your ability to make connections, and the older you get, more and more family members will go into the unknown.

My mam will have to stay hospitalised for quite a while, there's just so much wrong with her, and the degree of which she can recover is unknown.

They have found a 2cm big tumour in her lungs. A biopsy will be done tomorrow, to see if it's benign or cancer. If it is cancer, chances should be rather good because it's small and likely hasn't spread anywhere.

Still.

All of this has taken a bad toil on me. I don't know how I'm even hanging on, just that I somehow do.

It should be clear where this is going.

The game will be on indefinite hiatus.

No one ever said that life will be easy, happy, or comfortable.

It's us humans who think it should be like this, but nature has never been either, existence has always been pain and suffering. We as a species have made it so far because we are incredibly resilient and adaptable, able to change with the circumstances, flexible in mind and strong in will.

My will is needed more in other places.

I have a personal credo, if you want to call it that. "I will fight until the very end". I've survived so much, have seen the darkest night and took only hasty glances at the day, but life is still wonderful. We live in a beautiful world that I'd like to observe some more, with all its sadness, hardship, and small moments of happiness.

Maybe I've waited too long to start this game, maybe the time for this dream has run out long ago without me noticing and I've been chasing shadows all along. Maybe there will be a second chance, or it was never meant to be.

Time will tell, like it always does.

Now I have to turn back towards my little family, and myself, to make the best of what was given to me.

Thank you all for your support, encouragement, and showing me another splendid aspect of life, your kindness has brought me boundless joy.

Let's meet again, if circumstances permit.

-Moonlight Peddler

[cheeseatlantic]

hello. i need sort of just be vulnerable, because for someone that can be so cheery theres alot of trauma that’s attached to me

tw for domestic violence, stalking, mentions of mental health issues and others. take care of yourself please. <3

so when i was younger, my dad was an absolute abusive piece of shit okay? he’d beat my mom and all that and at the ripe age where you just start having childhood memories that you remember for your entire life my mom and dad got into a physical altercation on the bed, i was right in front screaming for my dad to get off her and that night we left, i wasn’t hurt thankfully but my mom was and he was arrested that night :)

they did get a divorce but my dad put up a huge fucking fight in the sense of properties and such and the worst of all? custody. not that my dad wanted his daughter to live with him but because he wanted the government benefits that came with it so he could retire early. i remember it was every saturday from 3 pm to 7 pm i’d have to visit him but id be kicking screaming and crying to stay with my mom and i never won, id come back home upset and i remember so vividly being at school when i was in first grade, seeing all the kids with both their parents picking them up and loving them but i never truly understood why my parents couldn’t be like that.

i had a very strong hatred towards my father most of my childhood and then at 8 i was sitting in a parking lot, waitinf for my dad to pick me up for my 3-7. my mom bought me a little toy to cheer me up but he never showed, it happened next weekend and the next, months and then years passed by and i found myself craving a father figure even more and then my mom got a new boyfriend. the transition was rough and i couldn’t find myself to get attached to him because i was scared once i got close he’d leave but i also craved a connection, the love of a father.

and id like to mention that my entire life in school i was outcast as ‘the weird kid’ and along the time i started wondering why my parents weren’t together i was also being bullied at the same time. they’d pretend to be my friends only to leave me with no answers and then spread lies around and get me in trouble. it was only after i went to middle school things started to get better until they didnt

back to my moms boyfriend, he had a short temper and he always did. whenever he was mad he’d come to our door and bang on it and id be upstairs playing with my toys and id hear the door unlock and then they started screaming at each other, but my mom never left and she hasn’t yet. of course he has changed but its the way i cant fully bond with him because he had hurt my mom in the past.

in grade six i had a huge friend group and im talking like 10 people and we were all a close knit group, i was recently diagnosed with ADHD and starting to show signs of both anxiety and depression, there was this guy who always wanted in on our friend group, he’d climb trees in the field and scream at us to get our attention but we just didn’t want him in because he had a violent streak.

he stalked me, followed me home and was so incredibly creepy with me specifically and i never told anyone out of the fear of being ridiculed because the teachers and principals saw him as a good kid, he won accolades and awards in math contests and i didn’t. i never had good grades, i didn’t have anything that could help me.

and then he just snapped, he started throwing rocks at me one day and just attacked me, i dont remember much except struggling on the floor and him hitting me on the head with a rock and my friends just watched and didn’t help me.

that day was the day i developed ptsd, it was a massive struggle because i came home all tired, according to my friends i was just very out of it, i forgot where i sat in class and forgot names and turns out i had a concussion! a bad one. and when i got home i told my mom who reported it back to the principal to do something and the next day at school i was pulled into the hallway with this guy by my teacher and essentially i was ridiculed for not including him in our group and ‘provoking’ him and that he was a victim.

our principal essentially did the same and the battle was long and hard to get the justice i so desperately craved, the thing was him and his father who was a lawyer, they lied their way through it and my principal threatened my friends for lying to her when they were telling them the truth of the situation until my mom caved and we went to the police. and did they do anything? no.

the entire thing tortured me, ruined me because he taunted me everyday at school after. bragging to everyone else that he beat me up and such and i couldn’t sleep in the fear he was outside my house, i couldn’t shower in the fear that he was behind me and ready to attack and i stopped eating, sleeping well and showering. this went on for two weeks. now i was always a fat kid as in obese, one of the reasons i was bullied in school and during this episode i lost a lot of fucking weight, i was already like at a healthy weight but very quickly i went underweight.

the fear quickly consumed me and my anxiety and depression that i was already experiencing sprialed and i had my first suicide attempt four months later. it was with some sort of random pills i found in the bathroom and i just took them all, laid down all sick and i had online friends so i said goodbye to them and soon there were 12 of them online begging me to call for help and i was struggling but i caved and called and they took me to the hospital where i stayed for one day.

then i had all sorts of psychiatric appointments and all that and i was diagnosed officially with ptsd and given medicine, now in my family theres alot of stigma around taking medicine especially for depression because we dont believe in it. so my mom refused me medicine and refused to comfort me in my time of need and then now it was seventh grade and i had another attempt after an argument with my friends. it felt like they were all i had because i didnt know who i could trust and i just wanted someone to love me as a friend, romantic partner or to be a parental figure. i was desperate for anything.

this is all ill get into for today but when i need to be vulnerable again ill do it, thank you for reading my story :)

[eclecticpagann]

Before we dive in, a heads-up: my posts can get a bit lengthy. But if you’re here for the journey, I’m grateful to have you along for the ride.

By now, you probably know I treat this blog as a bit of a personal journal. I love sharing my experiences because, in the end, maybe they’ll help someone else on their own path.

So, here we are—another update following yesterday’s post. I was so thrilled that someone understood what I’ve been going through that I just jumped right in without telling the whole story. Today, I’m here to fill in the gaps.

A little background about me—vulnerability included. My health, both mental and physical, isn’t always the best. I’ve had lifelong struggles with motivation (as I once shared in a post about Apollo), and that’s made keeping my home in order a real challenge. Living with chronic illness and dealing with mental dips has been frustrating, especially when I can’t keep up with the basic things I want to do, like cleaning.

That brings us back to the experience I mentioned yesterday. I left out a small detail initially, thinking it wasn’t significant, but here we go. I had been talking to Hel’s candle, seeking some kind of clarity, and naturally, I turned to something I trust deeply: my tarot deck.

With my mind racing at the thought of Hel reaching out, I struggled to form a question. Finally, I landed on something along the lines of, What am I experiencing in this connection?

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

The cards seemed to play along, either staying perfectly in place or scattering when my fingers fumbled. Heart pounding, I shuffled again.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

Finally, a single card jumped out: Ten of Swords, Reversed. I felt a pang of nerves—we all know that swords can be intense. Still, I grabbed my guidebook, a precious one my mother wrote. She compiled meanings from her own journey, blending research and intuition. Her insight has guided me through so many readings.

With shaky fingers, I flipped to the page. The reversed Ten of Swords was full of healing—specifically, “Steady improvement in health and an indication that any losses are in the past.” At the time, it didn’t make much sense in the context of Hel, so I dismissed it, thinking maybe it was a misdraw.

But this morning, I woke up feeling…different. No nausea, no headache, none of the pain that usually plagues me. I felt strong, ready to tackle the cleaning I’d been putting off. I haven’t felt this good in ages. I got to work, making a dent in my to-do list, taking breaks but feeling genuinely fulfilled.

And then it clicked. Hel was showing me that I’d have the strength I needed, guiding me to reclaim some control over my life. It was her nudge to get up and take action. She was helping me.

So, of course, I thanked her in every way I could think of. I picked a fresh mum from my garden for her altar (and one for Aphrodite, because fairness is everything). I promised Hel I’d set up her altar before Apollo’s—a promise I’m genuinely excited to keep. I’ve never felt this kind of connection to a deity, not even Aphrodite reached out in my lowest moments quite like this.

I’ll admit, though, a part of me still questions if it’s really her. But my mom’s friend, who has an incredible gift for this kind of sensing, might be able to help confirm it. He once saw Freya watching over my mom without knowing she’d felt drawn to her, so I feel reassured in asking.

If you have gotten this far, thank you for taking the time to read this. I appreciate each of you who has joined me on this wild, unfolding journey.

[womanwithahotdogstand]

Jordan’s (probably very dumb) Ideal Lineup For The Impending USA/Sweden Game. ✨

Formation: The 4-3-3 lineup only works when you have enough offensive sparks on your team to get the ball that far up the field in order (we are desperately missing Tobin, Cat, Mal and Christen in this moment.) So, what do you do when your team is clearly struggling to get more people up the field?! You make a formation change that will literally put more people up the field for you. I think a 3-4-2-1 is a perfect formation for this group.

The Forwards: Listen, I love Alex, but she has not been anywhere close to the level we need her to be at right now. She doesn’t deserve to start over these three. The only way we are going to beat Sweden is by coming out FAST, like goal in the first 15 fast. And these three (and Alyssa) are the only three I trust to truly make that happen.

The Midfield: I have previously mentioned how building the team around 1 person is harmful 99.9% of the time. It is abundantly clear that Vlatko has slowly been building this team around Lindsey for the last year and change and I think one of the best courses of action, and a very sneaky one, would be to bench her for at least the first half of the game. At that point everything Sweden has studied about the United States is rendered pretty useless, especially since when Lindsey hasn’t played this past year+ Rose is usually the one to slip into the 7 which cannot happen. Kristie is a great starter because of her connection to Lynn AND her raging intensity. We need that on the field as much as possible to start the game as strong as we can. Missing Rose could be the thing that does us in completely. We could crumble or we could start 2 of the best attacking midfielders in the entire NWSL. Crystal has been lights out for Portland this season and with Rose out I think it’s a perfect time to move her into the midfield and let her offensively EAT. And I know a lot of skeptical people will say “we don’t know if her midfield prowess will translate to the national team!” And to that I say — the last time we saw her in the midfield for the national team during their 2 game series against Russia in 2017 she scored 4 goals. I have thoroughly enjoyed watching Savannah get her time to shine but in a potential elimination game i’m going Ashley Sanchez all the way. She is technically the closest player we have to Rose Lavelle and her incredible on field relationship with her Spirit teammate up top makes her my obvious pick for this match. Her creativity. Her speed. Her genuinely impressive soccer brain. We’re going to need all of that on the pitch as soon as that ref blows the whistle to start the game.

The Backline: A lot of people are not enthused about Alana and some of the opinions i’ve seen are valid but I also think that a big part of her problem is having a shaky 6. I think putting her in behind Julie Ertz is going to do WONDERS. Sweden is a very aerial team (literally every goal they scored against Italy were headers) and having a 5’9” center-back is something we need to use to our advantage. I think her, Kristie and JJ could be a phenomenal clean up crew for any set pieces Sweden will definitely be trying to score on.

Giving Kelley the armband: I don’t want to slight Lindsey or Alex, both of whom were probably exhausted after that Portugal game both mentally and physically, but the fact that Kelley O’Hara was the first one over to comfort an (apparently) crying Rose Lavelle and let her know how much this team loves and needs her speaks VOLUMES to me about Kelley. The fact that she was the first one to speak and bring the team together after that match, while only playing 3 or 4 minutes tops, speaks volumes to me about Kelley. I also simply just think seeing Kelley in that armband is an extra boost of morale that this team so desperately needs.

[nxturefairy]

FLORA PARRA - - - - - *.⊹₊‧

“i don't think the planet is really dead. it just needs help.”

GENERAL –

full name:  flora parra.

age:  twenty-five.

gender:  cis female.

species:  fairy of nature.

eye color:  brown.

hair color: dark brown.

height: five feet, five inches.

date of birth:  march first .

occupation:  florist & yoga instructor.

positive traits: compassionate. gentle. nurturing. diligent. sweet. kind.

negative traits: nervous. sensitive. shy. insecure. naive.

HEADCANONS –

The Winx are everything to Flora. She credits so much of how far she’s grown to them and can’t believe how lucky she is to have such incredible friends. The brunette has a tendency to succumb to her insecurities (both with her abilities and in everyday life.) It holds her back from realizing her full potential, so she really appreciates the Winx being there to lift her up and boost her self-esteem. If you ask Flora, she’ll tell you they’re a family. And, like families do, the group argues every once in a while. Flora is very non-confrontational when it comes to her friends. Whenever there’s a tiff, she struggles to express herself because she doesn’t want to start a fight. She is a peacekeeper at her core. And because of that, Flora almost always ends up in the middle. She’s just very good at seeing both sides!

As a nature fairy, Flora is kind of a flower herself. At least, that’s how she perceives herself. She relies on nature to show her the right path. Being as sensitive as she is to plants and living things, Flora empathizes with them on very deep level that many may not understand. She can tell when they’re in distress, if they’re over or under-watered, when they need repotting or new soil… the list goes on and on. Their mood and energy even affects her directly. The abuse/destruction of nature is physically and mentally taxing to Flora; and the girl does not do well in places with an absence of nature. At all. 

Peace, tranquility and compassion are three of Flora’s core values. It’s not uncommon for her to get a little overwhelmed in places/situations where they’re disturbed. She’ll share her meditations and yoga practices with anyone who’s interested and she absolutely adores helping people. Almost to a fault.She might not notice when she’s being taken advantage of because she’s so happy and eager to lend a hand.

Flora battles with a strong sense of justice, but also a strong desire and natural connection to harmony. She tries her absolute best to achieve both when some sort of creature gets loose or trouble arises. Don’t get her wrong, she won’t turn away mischief to avenge her friends as long as no one gets hurt. If you happen to cross a Winx, don’t be surprised to find a particularly troublesome breed of blossom filling your bedroom with wild vines and a ghastly smell.

The fairy can be a bit of a pushover sometimes. Especially when it comes to people she cares about. At Alfea, Flora typically was the one who wanted to follow the rules if something went awry. She lovesss learning and takes pride in being a good student (no matter how often Stella calls her a nerd for it.) Her friends however… well, they usually wanted to investigate whatever trouble occurred. Needless to say, Flora was convinced easily enough to follow along with them.

Flora positively adores art and poetry, and the fairy is a huge romantic at heart. Whenever she has a crush, a sort of calm panic overcomes her as she overthinks/reads into absolutely everything. Their energy. What they did and didn’t do. The poor girl gets so tongue tied that she can barely even get a word out. It’s not uncommon for Flora to coerce one of her more forward friends to talk to the person for her and get some intel on how they’re feeling.

Her mother was pretty controlling. Didn’t like her going off to Alfea. She was very passive aggressive and emotionally demanding. Flora loves her home, and she loves her family, but she wants to be a flower in her own garden, not someone else’s.

Holds her yoga sessions outside whenever possible. Most times she won’t even use a mat when she does as she’d rather take the time to ground herself on the grass.

One of those people who, when she tidies up, things get twice as messy before they actually get clean.

Cottage core AF. Very patient, hopeful, and encouraging.

Took ballet classes growing up because she thought it looked so beautiful and graceful. Then she realized how aggressive and demanding it could actually be. She still likes to do it, but just for fun. 

Extremely protective of her friends and her younger sister, Miele.

Nervous giggles. Fidgets with whatever’s closest to her. Her hair, fingers, jewelry, a straw. Especially when she’s daydreaming. She’s a big, big daydreamer.

Doodles leaves, vines and flowers a lot.

[herrscherofmagic]

Tell me about Eden x Mobius

sure thing!

though as a disclaimer, I don't know 100% of the canon content between Mobius and Eden, since there are some Elysian Realm dialogues that are still locked for me, and I haven't taken the time to try and unlock them x-x

There's two interactions between Eden and Mobius that really stand out to me, since it seems to show a level of trust they have in each other.

Honestly even just those two interactions have so much for me to talk about, so buckle up! cause this is gonna a long post >.>

First was the conversation they had shortly after Eden's MANTIS surgery!

This takes place after Eden's MANTIS surgery, and Eden was described as being in pretty poor shape, both mentally and physically. Yet despite Eden being in a bad condition and needing rest, she was taking the time to be with Dr. Mobius one-on-one, and they ended up having that conversation.

Keep in mind that this is the same Dr. Mobius that most people in Fire Moth avoided as much as they could. She's probably one of the most hated figures in that organization, but Eden willingly took the MANTIS surgery and spent more time with Dr. Mobius afterwards.

And that's not even getting into the actual substance of the conversation where they talk about "beauty". Like how Mobius seems to ask Eden about beauty in earnest, not like some flippant small-talk.

Eden gives a sorta generic response, but it's faithful to her ideals because everything she did in Fire Moth was because she wanted to inspire people and give them hope in the face of hopeless. And this is after even she herself experienced an unimaginable tragedy.

Then Eden returned the question to Mobius, and Mobius actually gave a thought-out answer of her own. I also really love Mobius' answer, and the way that she even gives Eden a smile. They have quite different views on the idea of "beauty", but they seem to have that mutual respect for each other.

The other big interaction was Eden's final song, when she declined Mobius' pleas (yes, Mobius was pleading with Eden to come back) to go back to the cryopods and be one of the Pioneers in the next era.

Again, the respect they have for each other is utterly fascinating to me.

I know that sounds funny seeing as how Dr. Mobius (at least according to this entry) thinks of Eden's music as "glorified noise", but we need to consider that Dr. Mobius is quite literally 'built different' than a normal person.

Mobius pretty much always had difficult and unstable relationships with people her whole life. She literally came out of the womb capable of speaking (which is pretty absurd even by Honkai standards, ngl) and she ended up enduring abuse as a child.

Mobius has a strong personal ambition of pursuing the evolution of the human race, she frequently butts heads with her near-peers, and she's feared and disliked by many.

Mobius plays an incredibly important role in Fire Moth but she has to deal with unsteady funding from the higher-ups, and she's eventually supplanted by Dr. MEI- the very person she recruited into MOTH in the first place.

Mobius coped with the death of Klein (who might've been her only close friend) by making a mini robot-Klein, for crying out loud!

So to see Mobius, someone so fiercely independent and ambitious, volunteering to go to Eden and asking her repeatedly to reconsider her actions, even making an appeal to Eden's emotions?

It shows that Eden is probably one of few people that Mobius truly respects, at least in a sense of comradery (as opposed to respect out of fear).

Another thing is that this ER entry is written from Mobius' perspective, so we don't quite know Eden's thoughts on the matter. That means it's a bit ambiguous as to whether Eden is singing for Mobius, or for some other reason. But regardless of why Eden sang... it seems like she managed to break through to even someone as cold as Mobius and inspired her.

So while there's obviously not much of a strong basis in canon to ship these two, there's certainly a strong basis that shows that at least Mobius seemed to care about Eden, and that Eden showed some level of respect in turn.

I really want to explore this dynamic more in fanfic and fanart for that reason. The canon portrayals of Mobius and Eden were pretty much entirely shaped by the apocalyptic circumstances of their world, but fan content often explores other possibilities and scenarios.

There is so much potential for a deeper relationship between these two, not just in a romantic sense but from an intellectual and philosophical perspective.

I have an HSR AU with these two in mind for this very reason, since that setting has so many opportunities for interesting dynamics when it comes to both science and faith, thanks to the nature of Aeons and Paths.

But that's a rant for another time cause this post has already gotten far too long, lol

[Editing this post to add an important detail: when I talk about shipping Mobius with any adult character, I'm referring to adult Mobius and ONLY adult Mobius.

I have no problem with the whole lore behind her "de-aging" due to the MANTIS surgery, and I think it's actually kinda cool. But I have no interest in depicting Mobius in a relationship in her "child appearance" regardless of her actual age.

Like in an AU without the MANTIS surgery and de-aging, I'd write about and/or draw Mobius as an adult if she were in any sort of relationship. If I ever write about and/or draw Mobius in her child form (aka how she appears when playable), then I'd completely avoid any elements of shipping and adult relationships.

I feel like my comments about shipping Mobius with Eden might be interpreted the wrong way without this note, which is why I've added it here. It didn't even occur to me, but I'm paranoid as hell about people misunderstanding me, so I want to make it as explicit as I possibly can]

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Mical and Visas BFF Headcanons

Their friendship started when Mical caught Visas stealing his bandages/antiseptic/kolto injections from his medical supplies. Visas expected anger and she braced herself. But he wasn't angry, simply curious. She remained silent as Mical asked if he could help somehow; until he simply offered to give her what she needed if she only asked (and it would help to know the issue, so he might know what medical aid to provide). Then it became a regular thing, her visits to the Med Bay for supplies, Mical attempting to make smalltalk before she scurried away back to the shadows. Over time, she begins trusting him enough to actually help with wound care - and Mical is able to stitch the deeper scars too. He's a good listener. Even when she reveals extremely dark moments in her life, Mical remains calm, soft-spoken and kind; she finds his presence therapeutic.

Both of them grow powerful in the Force and use it regularly, unsettling even other Force sensitives. Due to his temple upbringing, I headcanon that Mical doesn't have any qualms using mind tricks/"reading" people's thoughts; always for peace and harmony and all that, of course, but he's not above using those techniques to achieve his goals (Atton is disgusted somewhere in the background). If Mical catches an opponent mentally unawares in combat, he crawls into their head and convinces them to flee. Visas can turn the air electric if she's furious - she may remain deathly silent, but the area around her will crackle with Force energy. Or the room's temperature will drop to freezing. She's also incredibly uncanny at detecting upcoming events - she's not clairvoyant exactly but she gets incredibly accurate hunches. Together, Mical and Visas can make an incredibly unnerving pair.

They're incredibly comfortable in each other's space. Sometimes they meditate together for hours, sometimes they silently just hang out (Mical reading a book on his datapad, Visas practicing her Force abilities, hovering various objects in the room with her mind). When they do talk, oh boy, they talk for hours and hours on pretty wide-ranging subjects, from Sith vs. Jedi philosophy to Katarr mythology to "What did you think of the soup we had for dinner?" Visas was extremely taciturn with Mical at first, but over time, he's earned her trust and she enjoys their chats. To be honest, she's still rather quiet around most of the crew besides Mical and the Exile.

Visas is extremely protective of Mical. She's very irritated with how passive he is in combat - Visas wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him, but a part of her grudgingly admires his mercy. However, if Visas thinks he's in danger, she goes into full demonic Sith mode and will salt the motherfucking earth if her cinnamon roll friend is hurt.

They're both tall. I thought the post that said Mical had to be taller than Atton was fucking hilarious - and now I just imagine Mical as this 6'5 giant beanpole. Visas is statuesque, once she's no longer slouching and hiding herself in the shadows (she's accustomed to hiding from Nihilus, it takes her awhile to relax around the crew). Standing upright, she's the tallest woman on the ship, maybe only a hair shorter than Mical. And, together, they can physically make an intimidating pair. Mical is the gentle giant but Visas 100% uses her height to intimidate others if she deems it necessary. Even when the Exile just takes Visas and Mical along on missions, they can end up unintentionally unnerving other people, these two gigantic Force-sensitives looming in the background.

Headcanon that Mical is always making a pot of tea. The man is constantly brewing tea, drinking tea, he's mad for tea. He likes his tea malty, with a drop of honey and cream. He used to only make one cup, but now he's always sure to make another cup for his friend. She likes it strong, no sugar.