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chershire23 · 7 months ago

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Night Fury Makto

An end but also a new start

3rd Pov

“Na’vi”

“Human”

“Animal”

The Children are having a wonderful time getting to know the Night furys they have met. Here are all those they have met so far. Pepper is probably the oldest female of the pack. She is very wise and reminds the kids a lot of Mo’at. Yet when her kids get too much in her Bubble she hisses and swats at them. (mainly the twins) this of course causes all the children to burst out in laughter. Smokey is probably the most mysterious Fury, well that was until Spider dragged her into the social circle. She then began telling the children stories, some she had learned as a cub, others from her ring fighting days as a slave to the humans. They forced her to fight in these metal pits against other animals they had captured for their entertainment. That was until one human with hair as red as fire managed to shut the whole thing down. She will never forget that human woman and if she were to meet her today she would bow at her feet in respect.

Kiri being the ever empathetic and sympathetic child she is, gently traces the scars on Smokey’s body. She then looks up at the dragon and says “you have a strong heart. Just know that you are now not alone, please.” She says with a soft smile on her face. Smokey feeling love swell in her heart pulls the small Na’vi child into a gentle embrace. Vowing to forever protect this small child. Spider, Lo’ak and Neteyam all join in on the hug, wanting Smokey to feel all the love they can give. Smokey looks appalled for a moment. She allows one child to touch her and suddenly all of them are. But slowly she melts into the touch feeling the warmth of their love as she pulls them in close. Tears well in her eyes as she nuzzles the children as Pepper, Odin and the Twins look on in the background.

The kids let go and smokey is left teary eyed. She tries to cover it up though as she puts her paws over her eyes quickly to wipe away the tears. Then a loud roar sounds throughout the caverns and all heads turn to the sky. Aloka flies through the cavern entrance followed closely by two Ikran with adult Na’vi riders. Aloka looks around, eyes narrowed as she looks for her troublesome cub. She finally spots him sitting with the sully kids and her family and she lets out a small roar before diving down to them. When she lands she looks directly at Spider who shrinks back a bit knowing he’s in trouble.”You’re in so much trouble.” Lo’ak whispers to Spider who in return jabs him in the ribs with his elbow. He’s not the only one Lo’ak.” Another voice rings out as the Ikran following Aloka land allowing Jake and Neytiri to dismount both of them furious with their own children. The three adults have been running rampant around the forest after they noticed the children missing. It was only when Aloka remembered what was happening today did she usher the other two to follow her to the hidden world she called home.

“You are grounded young man.” Aloka growls as she stomps up to the small child who looks shocked and tries to protest.. “But..” “No buts.” Aloka interrupts him, calming down her face softens and she holds his face in one paw making him look up at her. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? If something had happened to you and I couldn't find you, (sighs) I don't know what I would do. I could’ve lost you.” She gently explains to him. Spider pulls away and looks down for a moment before rushing to hug his mother. “I'm sorry mom it's just, you guys were fighting, it was all too loud and I wanted to get away to think.” Spider says as tears well in his eyes he then pulls away from her and faces the Sullys. “I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused and please don’t be mad at them, I brought them along so it's my fault.” He says. Jake and Neytiri look at each other communicating with their eyes. After a moment they seem to come to an agreement as Jake steps forward and kneels down to Spider’s height. He gently places a hand on the boy’s shoulder and states, “it wasn’t your fault it was ours we instead of properly stopping the fight and communicating with you guys, let the fight escalate to the point of scaring you so for that we apologize to you bud.” Jake finishes his little speech and ruffles Spider's hair gently.

“Does that mean we can hang out and play more?” Lo’ak excitable questions pulling on his mothers hands jumping up and down. Soon his siblings join him begging their mother and Spider’’s mom to allow them to play together more. The three Parents share a look before looking down at their children. “You may play with Spider after he’s ungrounded anytime you want, how about that, deal?” Jake says as he looks to Aloka to make sure that would be ok. This question earned him a surprised look from his wife. It's almost like she expected them to never want to see the boy again but she holds her tongue as she looks over to Aloka who nods in agreement to what Jake said. “Yes, after he is no longer grounded, may he be allowed to play with you three again.” She says which causes all four children to let out yells and whoops of excitement. “Who wants to bet on how long Little man will be grounded for this time?” Odin asks the twins, both of whom start laying down some things like gems or food as items to bet. This earned all three of them a smack from their mother who has been watching from a ledge above them. “Idiots all of you.” She grumbles and not far from her Smokey lets out a warbling laugh.

The Sully’s soon left after that, leaving Aloka and her family to their own devices. “Come on time for bed.” Aloka says as she grabs Spider and flies him back to their nest. Spider complaining the entire time that he wasn’t tired. When they get to their nest Aloka curls around Spider allowing him to comfortably snuggle into her side. “Well aside from all the bad that happened today did you at least have a good birthday my cub?” Aloka questions laying her head on her paws. “The best mom, I made three new friends and despite what happened I wouldn't change it for anything, well except maybe being grounded.” He says looking up at her causing her to huff a laugh. “You may be ungrounded tomorrow afternoon and at that time I will take you to visit your new friends.” she says and Spider lets out a loud cheer quickly stopping when his mom bops him on the head with her tail. That night they fall asleep in peace but what they didn’t know is that a few things were now set in motion. One a great threat builds up its resources and power waiting in the dark to strike and two the bonds and friendships they have now formed with the Sully’s will forever change their lives whether it be for better or for worse.

#avatar #oc #avatar fanfiction #avatar crossover #httyd crossover #httyd #spider soccoro

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blackberrysummerblog · 2 years ago

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15 Questions

Thanks so much for the tags, @thewholelemon and @alleycat0306! And I’m sorry it took me an age to get around to replying, I’ve been meaning to I swear!

1. Are you named after anyone? I’m named after the title character in a historical romance novel, of all things 😜 I got chicken pox when I was 13 or so and my mom finally let me read it; the character has a very eventful life without ever getting the one thing she really wants, so…thanks Mom lol

2. When was the last time you cried? Ugh, I cry all the time. Happy, sad, angry…it all gets me going. The last time was probably a day ago after an extremely dumb argument with my husband and it was over 3 minutes later

3. Do you have kids? Two almost-adults! Yikes

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? I don’t think so? I tend to be pretty earnest I guess. I don’t dislike it, though

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? I spent way too much time thinking about this, mainly because I’m going to *first* notice whatever stands out. If you have spaghetti sauce all over the front of your shirt I’m going to notice that before nice hair or eyes, right? I think beyond that, physically, I’d take note of a contagious smile, and on a personality level I’d notice if someone were particularly sunshiney or grumpy. I have a weird and desperate love for both, in real life as well as fiction

6. What’s your eye color? Gray, though the kind that often gets called blue. It’s not a very exciting color

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings every time. I can appreciate an open or tragic ending for its realism and/or artistic message, but it’s kind of the same as seeing a deeply ugly or tragic piece of visual art that you can appreciate the skill, vision, and message of in a museum, but do you want it on the wall of your home to look at all the time?…I mean, some people definitely would, but it’s not me. I like an ending that makes me feel happy or at least hopeful (I’m capable of and have written endings that aren’t, but these days I’m not very likely to, at least in fanfic). As for scary movies, I like the idea of them but seldom get on with them. I don’t like gore full stop, and while I do enjoy tension and jump scares, it can get overwhelming. I’m very much the person who will sit there burying their face and/or literally jumping in the air when I’m startled

8. Any special talents? I like to think I’m a decent writer, and I used to be a pretty good artist, but I’ve let it go a long time and these days when I sketch something I’m kind of appalled at how the skill atrophied. I’m sure it would improve again if I worked on it—I’m good at really visualizing something in my mind, which I think is the most important thing about being able to create any kind of art. On a more quotidian note, I’m really good at research and I’m a fairly good cook. I love love love to eat, so that helps motivate me in the kitchen lol

9. Where were you born? Arkansas

10. What are your hobbies? Reading, writing, walking, cooking, looking at art, trying new food. Classic introvert

11. Do you have any pets? Five dogs and two cats, it’s a proper zoo up in here

12. What sports do you play/did you used to play? *tries not to laugh*

13. How tall are you? Just barely over 5 feet

14. Favorite subject at school? I started listing my faves and it turns out it was pretty much everything but math, which I feel like I’m bad at but my test scores always indicated I was slightly above the average, so I suppose I must be ok at it. I like learning and enjoyed most of my liberal arts and science courses, but I’m going to narrow it down and say literature

15. Dream job? Writer! (I would very much not be good at this because left to my own devices I procrastinate like hell) I’ve had a lot of jobs over the years that I found interesting though, and I like doing work that I find meaningful. My current job lets me feel like I’m doing good in my community and the world, and most of the time it’s an extremely full work day, which is honestly better than having too much time on my hands.

Gah, I’ve really not been on tumblr much in the past week or so, so probably every single person I’ll tag has already done this. Please don’t think too badly of me (and if you haven’t done it and don’t have the energy, no big deal. Take care of yourselves!) @papierhakuphoto @shutup-andletme_go @captain-arealias @onepintobean @j-nipper-95 @rwithoutaspoon @martsonmars @cutestkilla @maedhrosrussandol

#tag game #15 questions

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lainternet99 · 2 months ago

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ENTRY #29

Today was a good day. I felt very productive.

This morning, as I was waiting for the bus, two kids were there; a big brother and his little sister. He was accompanying his sister and waiting until the school bus came. They were playing around and I couldn't help but find them adorable. I noticed them talking about me and looking at me because I heard them say "she's a child" "no she's an adult" back and forth. The boy then had the courage to ask me if I was attending an elementary school (for the sake of privacy, I won't disclose the name) and I replied that I was going to college. I still find it appalling that I was able to trick kids into thinking I was their age. I don't think I dress like a child... I sure hope not. I'll think about that moment for years to come.

I came to karate class twenty minutes early; a record! I actually was beginning to panic at some point during the bus ride because I thought the trip would be slow and I'd be late, but no. I made it first, actually. We learned two new kicks: the back kick and the spinning kick. The back kick is my all-time favorite, along with the drop kick. I just love performing them. I'm no sports girl, but I used to do karate as leisure time and was a purple belt, so...

I then made it to english class. I was especially worried about that because usually, I end up arriving a minute or two before class starts, but I managed to make it five minutes early. Roxane wasn't here today, though. We continued to discuss about Antigone and we broke down the odes and monologues in the script and what they told us about the characters. If I were a screenwriter or a stage director, I'd definetly organize Antigone. And if I were an actress, I'd partake in it. It looks fun to act, especially with all the big paragraphs and ballads. Speaking of which, I am to receive an answer regarding my audition on October 8th. I can only hope I get good news!

Afterwards, I had a long break. I took the oppurtunity to work on my french writing assignment due tomorrow. I am halfway done, but once I get home, I'll do my german homework. It's more important. I have until 10 A.M tomorrow to do it, while for my french homework, I have until 2 P.M. I'll do it tomorrow morning, I've decided on that. There's not much left to do, either.

Then came my humanities class. A little funny thing happened as I was waiting for class to start: I had closed the book we were to read as manual for the class and got up to drink water at the water fountain. I passed by the girls I was with last class and I heard one of them say to her friend (she was absent): "She's the one who made us win." It made me feel very flattered and worthy. I can't explain it. I was flustered at first, but deep down I felt pride. Not pride as in the arrogant sense, but pride as in the "I achieved something" sense. Anyways, once class started, we did a writing assignment about greek philosophy, then he reminded us about our presentations we are to do this month. I'm presenting on the 30th, so I have a LOT of time on my hands, but two students presented today, so I still have to start working on it at some point. Since they did a PowerPoint presentation, I'll make one too. Everything's better when you have a PowerPoint on the screen behind you.

As of right now, I'm in the bus with my brothers. Yes, plural. I met up with both of them and here we are now. Since my hebrew class is canceled tomorrow, I can stay up later and wake up later. Not too late, though; I still have that thing in french to do.

RATE OF THE DAY: 10/10

—— lainternet99

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muppeteyes1001 · 2 years ago

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Part 2 of 2 Unfit

"Ahh, Miss Katrina Cunningham ... How .. expected of you" Mason returns the greeting with a polite tip of his hat. Though on the last bit, his tone shifted to one of slight annoyance. "And not to worry .. They were no trouble at all ... Children will be children, after all" he added, gesturing to Ben and Lucy.

"It's ok, Kitt! ... We were just about ta head on back to the orphanage an' .. change" the bear boy tells Kitt as he looked over his wet clothes, to which she nodded in acknowledgment with a small, somber smile. "We'll catch the carnival tomorrow when the creeps aren't around, ok?" he whispers discreetly into Lucy's ear with the side of his mouth. As the two quickly shove off, Lucy manages to chirp out a 'bye' as she's pulled away in the wagon. Once the two kids were safely gone, the two adults continued on with the conversation.

"So what brings you to the carnival? .. Honestly never thought that this was even your kinda thing, yes?" Kitt remarks as she casually holds the strap of her satchel bag that hung on her shoulder.

"Normally I'd say not ... But 'never say never' as they say ... These types of events are usually monitored to make sure .... things are going smoothly .. And that there are no riffraff skulking about" Judge Mason enlightened. To which the felinoid could only mentally note on how the pot was calling the kettle black here.

"I see" Kitt simply responds in a relaxed manner. "Does that usually entail scarin' little kids as well?" she then added, not in an accusing tone .. But in more of an observant one. Yet, that wouldn't escape the judge's notice.

"Good children have no need to fear me, I simply want what's best for them ... That's all one can really ask for" Mason promptly responds. Earning a slight brow raise from the felinoid.

At that, the judge then began to turn tactics a bit within their conversation. Discreetly gazing over the direction Ben and Lucy had fled, he decided to change the topic more over to her since he was already familiar her own little plight.

"My taking's that you've grown quite attached to those little urchins, haven't you?" Mason began, as his smile seemed to curl a tad. Kitt became a bit more alert at that, though remained silent as the judge continued.

"If I recall correctly, you've been asking the courts permission to take them both in .... And for quite a while too, I understand ... Well, my dear .... The sad truth is that's just not possible ... I mean, considering your rather ... delinquent past and all. Besides, you already know well enough that those with a known criminal record are prohibited from becoming wards. Such young minds being tainted and exposed to such negative influences ... Inconceivable!" he states, putting on a faux appalling expression as he said the last part.

"And not only that .... You're not even married, are you? .. Well I'm afraid that's just another strike against you, my dear! .... After all, children need both a mother AND a father in order to become well rounded adults ... As well as functional and thriving contributors to our fair society. A lone caretaker who isn't even blood related is .. simply preposterous" the tall badger judge inserted. At that, Kitt then decided to interject. She had already heard all this before, so it wasn't a shock to hear. But, it wouldn't stop her from putting in her own two cents.

"Oh is that right?! .. But it was all fine an' dandy when I was left in the care of that .. that ol' git years ago when I was a kid, wasn't it?" Kitt couldn't help but snap back at that point.

"Now now, madam! .. That .. 'old git'.. as you called him was listed as your legal guardian in your parents' will ... T'was only my duty to fulfill that wish for them. And you seem to have turned out ... well enough" a sarcastic tone was obviously felt as it crept into his reply.

"No matter what you say, it won't make me stop trying .. I don't care how long it takes, but I will keep sending in those applications until you're up to your neck in them ..... I can't be ignored forever!"

The cat woman was stubborn, that's for sure .. And Judge Mason knew this all too well. This was when he decided to pull out his "trump card" in the matter.

"You know, it's rather unfortunate that their adoptions haven't been going quite so well. The boy's only had at least one interested family. Which is not at all surprising as older children tend to be looked over. However, he's rather adamant of not wanting to part with his little friend. And as for the girl herself, why she would be a prime candidate for a new family ... If only she weren't showing signs of some rather .. odd peculiarities... Which has concerned all her potential adopters, I'm afraid"

"Peculiarities?" Kitt softly repeated to herself. She had honestly noticed some slightly odd quirks from Lucy for a while, but nothing that would truly cause any major concern ... At least, not for the felinoid.

"Tis sad, but true ... But there are always some avenues open for those who are unable to find new homes" the judge began in a mock somber tone before seemingly able to perk up.

"But you know ... Those two would benefit greatly from the workhouses ... And I assure you, there's no need to worry ... They will be given all the basic essentials ... A roof over their heads, enough food, a place to sleep .... And with a bit of work to earn their keep, they'll do splendidly .... After all, no one gets offered anything for free in this world" he states matter-of-factly.

Kitt hears this and automatically feels her stomach drop. "W..Workhouses?" she manages to rasp out before Mason continued.

"The lad's rather bright and resourceful. I believe he would do rather well working in one of the food mills ... or the glass factory. Perhaps ... maybe even be sent to a youth camp .. And in a few years, become a proud member of our finest airship forces. As for the little doe, I imagine once she learns how to operate a sewing machine, she could work in one of the city's dress shops .. What little girl wouldn't love that? ... And as charming as she is ... She may be fortunate enough to be taken in by one the local lords to cook, clean, and serve tea for their family .. Such honorable service for the young lass to provide ... And they will both play their parts .. And become among the many cogs that keep this industry running"

The old badger says all this as if he was trying to sell off a marketing idea .... Lucy and Ben were being treated as pawns ... for cheap labor. Kitt was beside herself. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from this judge. This respected man of the court.

"Have you gone absolutely mad?! .. You're talkin' about sendin' children to become either soldiers or servants ... As if those are the only choices they'll ever have in life ... Just because they have no families doesn't make them any less valuable than those that do" the felinoid shot back. Her anger began to rise and her heart began to quicken with agitation.

Seeing this rise from her, Judge Mason simply smiles and lets a soft chuckle resonate from his throat.

"Life can be unfair, I know ... But once the boy's old enough to be shipped off, this whole trifling matter will finally be over and put to rest ... permanently" he finally declares.

It wasn't until that sentence totally sunk in that Kitt's initial anger was doused out. Instead, it was being replaced with fear and dread for the two children over what the judge had just said.

"Shipped off?! ... Y ..You mean to separate them! .. No .. No, please, you can't! ... Those two are like siblings! .. You can't just take them apart. Do you have any idea what this'll do to 'em?!" the felinoid cried out. Pleading that this would not come to pass.

"Ah, but they're aren't siblings, are they? .. Not related in the least .. Tis not an uncommon thing for siblings to be parted. After all, boys and girls are meant to do different jobs. Trust me, they'll learn to accept such changes in due time ... They always do" the judge almost purred as if this was a simple everyday job for him. Though honestly, it probably was.

"If we don't have order, then everything we've built .. will simply fall into anarchy ... And I for one refuse to ever let that come to turn" Judge Mason added, gesturing to their surroundings as if trying to prove a point. But Kitt wasn't having it.

"A little late for that, don't ya think? ... How can ya not see how plain an' utterly cruel this is? ... You're a bloody judge! .. Your job is to help the people of the city ... 'All the people' ... Not just your poker mates and the ones who line your damn pockets. Have you no honor whatsoever?" the felinoid sharply retorted. Her teeth baring only slightly.

After that, the badger judge simply looks down at her. His slender snout held high up in the air with a strong unimpressed expression.

"Honor and justice are the very things I stand for! .. And what keeps this city alive and on the 'straight and narrow' ... And as far as morals go .. You are honestly the last person to ever be giving anyone any kind of talk of the sort ... much less to me" Mason responds back. His own teeth were bared and clenched as he spoke the last part. He then catches himself and regains his composure with a small cough.

"And I know that you haven't truly ceased those little 'rogue excursions' of yours .. Although they haven't been proven .. Yet" Mason adds with a tone that could only be gleaned as a threat towards Kitt. To which the felinoid only glared at him through narrowed eyes.

"Now, if you will excuse me .. I have some business to attend to .. You have a good evening, Miss Cunningham" the badger judge concluded. Adjusting his vest and cape before taking his leave.

Kitt watched as the judge went on his way before he finally disappears around a corner and towards the exit of the fairgrounds. Her gloved hands forming tight fists, she was trying hard to keep her composure after all that .. But it was proving to be nearly impossible. After what had transpired, there was nothing more that the felinoid wanted then to just let out everything she was feeling right now ... Mostly beating the old badger into an absolute pulp. Though, she knew well enough that if she had given into that urge, then the cat woman would've just proven his point that she wasn't a suitable guardian for Ben or for Lucy.

With that in her mind, all she could really do was swallow down all her fear, anger and pride .. And damn nearly choking on them. Kitt needed to think of something, but she was running out of ideas. It was painfully clear that the courts were never going to grant her legal guardianship.

#Drabbles #World building #Story building #Kitt #Ben and Lucy #long post #X3

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messers-moony · 3 years ago

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One in the Same | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: Reader notices Draco going through the same pain as her ex lover and desperately wants fix her faults.

“Mr.Malfoy, can you stay after class, please?”

“‘Course, Professor Black.”

An average day in second year. Professor Black - Y/n - taught History of Magic after Professor Binns decided his time was up. Too long of teaching sleeping students who could care less about his lessons. However, once Y/n took over the position, kid's grades improved and people were no longer sleeping. She made things fun and inventive.

After class time was up, everyone filed out of the classroom aside from the blond Slytherin boy. Draco has always been on the good side of Professor Black. She was always extremely kind to him despite his rather sour attitude at times. But Draco was always hesitant to initiate a conversation to really speak his feelings to her. But this was the first time she had him stay after class.

Y/n pulled out the chair in front of her desk as he sat down. His white-blond hair and gleaming blue eyes. His young face, not yet defined. Y/n with her h/c hair and curious glinted e/c eyes.

“Draco, I want to start this by saying I don’t know what your home life is like.” Y/n began, “I went to Hogwarts with your parents, though, and he wasn’t always kind. Your mother was cordial with me, though.”

“If you don’t find me intruding, what’s your home life like?”

“I- Um- It’s good.” Stammered Draco, “Father and Mother are always kind.”

Y/n’s eyes glinted with curiosity, “Lucius tolerated me.”

“Tolerated you?”

“I married one of his best friends.” Y/n chuckled, “He didn’t have a choice.”

Draco tilted his head, “Sirius?”

“Oh heavens no!” Y/n exclaimed, “Regulus. Sirius Black's brother.”

“My- My dead cousin?” He queried.

She nodded, “Yes. I married Regulus right after graduation. His parents weren’t thrilled, but he loved me so, here we are.”

“May I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“What were his parents like?”

“Horrible. The worst.” Y/n spat, “Sirius got the worst of it, but Regulus did occasionally too.”

“Walburga and Orion were awful. Using the crucio curse is not a great punishment for kids.” Draco’s eyes widened, “Both of them had scars from the curse. Sirius ran away at sixteen, and Regulus was used as their puppet. So used that at the age of eighteen, he felt like he had to prove himself. Which inevitably got him killed.”

“How did you deal with it?”

“Well, would you like my honest answer or my Professor answer?”

“Honest, please.”

“Between you and I, I still haven’t gotten over it.” Y/n shrugged, “I see something that reminds me of him, and I’m back at the start all over again. It takes time, and it’s taken plenty of time, but here I am, doing what I love. Teaching kids.”

“Anyways.” Y/n smiled, “You’re dismissed. I’m sorry I took up your time. However, if you ever feel the need to speak with me, let me know. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Draco picked up his bag, rustling as he stood up. The blond boy was still digesting all the information he gained. He couldn’t believe that his cousins got the crucio curse for a punishment. He thought his parents were bad. Theirs was way worse. Draco was about to walk out of the classroom but turned last minute to look at his Professor.

“Professor?”

“Yes, Draco?”

“There’s-“ He swallowed, “There’s a Quidditch match this Saturday. Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. If you have the time, I’d like you to come.”

“Of course. I’ll be there.” Y/n smiled.

He walked out of the room without a second stop. He felt better about himself now. He had someone who genuinely seemed to care about him. Draco didn’t trust her just yet, but he wouldn’t be opposed to speaking with her as he had just now in the future. Professor Black had always been open and honest with her students. Perhaps that’s why kids liked her so much.

Saturday arrived quicker than Y/n would’ve hoped for one reason. She, herself, didn’t own any Slytherin-colored merchandise anymore. But there was a box in her quarters that she brought with her to Hogwarts every year. Regulus’s old clothes meaning all his scarfs, ties, button-ups, pants, hats, etc. Y/n couldn’t seem to get rid of them. Frankly, she didn’t want to get rid of them either.

Carefully she pulled the cardboard box from the top of her closet. Taking a pair of scissors and breaking the tape seal she had put on it multiple years ago. Inside laid many pieces of the evergreen and silver cloth. Y/n’s hands gravitated to the green and silver scarf. Bringing it to her nose, she was shocked. It still smelt like him. Godric, this was going to be more challenging than she initially thought.

Nonetheless, she put it around her neck along with her button-up and tight-fit pants. Y/n put on the green gloves, much too big for her but had fit Regulus perfectly, the tie, and the scarf. It brought her a sense of nostalgia. It made Y/n feel like she was a fifth-year going out with Regulus on a date to Hogsmeade. But she wasn’t fifteen or in fifth year. Y/n was a Professor and a full-grown adult. And Regulus was dead.

The game was going well for Slytherin at the beginning. But like most Quidditch games, things can change rather quickly. Ravenclaw was studious. That was for sure. They played skillfully. Y/n sat in the Professor stands with the rest of her colleagues. She sat between McGonagall and Flitwick. But white-blond hair caught her attention in front of her. Lucius Malfoy was here spectating his son.

McGonagall nudged her, “Where’d you get the Slytherin gear?”

“Regulus.”

“How have you been, dear?” McGonagall questioned softly, “It’s been a whirlwind, but nothing I can do will bring him back, so ‘m still here for him. It’s what he would’ve wanted.” Y/n replied.

Minerva placed a hand on the girl's knee, “If you need anything, let me know.”

“‘Course, Professor.”

The game ended tragically. Slytherin had just tied the game when Cho Chang had caught sight of the snitch. Sadly, she was able to grasp it before Draco. Leaving Slytherin with two-hundred and thirty points while Ravenclaw ended with three-hundred and eighty points. Lucius seemed furious with this conclusion and stormed off the stands. Y/n knew something was up, so she followed him.

She came up in a deserted hallway in Hogwarts. Draco stood - now changed into the usual Hogwarts robes - and his father stood before him. From the view she had, Draco’s back was to her, and his father was towering over the boy.

Lucius had a cold and icy voice, “You are insufferable!”

“You had one job, Draco! One! Catch the damn snitch.” He scolded, “Perhaps you were too daft to figure that out?”

“‘M sorry, father. I didn’t mean to. Honest.” Draco was pleading and begging for mercy; it made Y/n’s heartache at the familiar words.

“Mum, Dad, I seriously didn’t mean to!” Regulus had cried after breaking a vase, “Excuses, excuses, they won’t get you anywhere in life, boy!” Orion shouted.

Tears collected in his silver eyes, “‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry!”

Walburga pointed her wand at him, “Crucio.”

Lucius scoffed, “Malfoy’s don’t cry, wipe those tears.”

“Should‘ve sent you to Durmstrang. You come to Hogwarts and forget everything I’ve ever taught you.”

“Father, I really didn’t mean to! She just got there faster than me.” Draco begged.

Y/n saw it before Draco did. Lucius raised his palm slowly, and Draco flinched. Y/n saw the pale hand rise into the air, and without a second thought, she ran in front of the young boy, taking the blow that was meant for Lucius’ son. Draco heard the sound but never felt the impact. Carefully he opened his eyes to see Professor Black standing in front of him, a hand on her cheek.

“How dare you get in the way!” Lucius yelled, “How dare I? How dare you for trying to leave a hand on your son!” Y/n retorted her bright cheek red from impact.

Draco was appalled, “Draco is your son! Not a toy or a puppet, and I will not stand for this!”

“You don’t have to, half breed.” Lucius seethed, “As you said, he’s my son. Not yours.”

“I could give less fucks!” Y/n exclaimed, “Draco is my student. I will not be having you lay your hands on my students.”

Lucius scoffed, “Where’s your child, mm?”

“Right, you don’t have one.” Lucius answered, “Because your blood-traitor of a husband decided to get himself killed!”

“Regulus was not a blood-traitor for trying to right his wrongs!”

“Regulus and Sirius were no different from each other.”

“Leave them out of this!”

“Oh, so it’s still a soft spot for you?”

“So help me, I’ll-“

“Petrificus Totalus.” Draco stated while holding his wand, causing his father to fall to the ground, paralyzed.

Y/n stared at the body in shock, “Draco.”

She didn’t even have time to reprimand him before he burst into tears. Y/n turned quickly and embraced him into a much-needed hug while the boy sobbed on her shoulder. Y/n’s hands went through Draco’s white-blond hair gently while he let every emotion out. She pulled away and wiped the tears on his cheeks.

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Y/n informed, and Draco nodded, “Th- Thank you, Professor.”

Y/n smiled and sent him off to the Slytherin common room, leaving her to deal with Lucius. The Professor dragged him to Madam Pomfrey to deal with. Later that night, in her quarters, while brushing her teeth, she noticed the considerable bruise covering her left cheek: Blue and purple hues mixed to create a dark blue-violet looking color, almost grey.

Sixth year was now here. Y/n’s fourth year of teaching at Hogwarts, and she couldn’t have asked for a better job. On September 1st, she went through the floo-network to arrive in her teacher's quarters. Looking at the time, it seemed that students were just about reaching onto the grounds when a knock sounded at her door.

“Come in!”

A blond boy, much taller, defined face, and grey eyes had just walked into her teacher's quarters, “Good evening, Professor.”

“Good evening, Draco.” Y/n greeted smiling brightly, “What's on your mind, sweetheart?”

Draco didn’t know where to begin as water collected on his lower lash line, and gently he pulled up his left sleeve. Godric, it felt like deva Vu all over again.

“Y- Y/n.” Regulus called through his tears, “What’s wrong, baby?” Y/n asked, sitting beside him on the four-poster bed.

Regulus couldn’t help the tears that helplessly fell down his cheeks. His eyes were silver and blurred. Cheeks flushed and hair knotted. This past summer had been a shit show for him with Sirius running away and just everything that had gone on. Regulus had never felt this hopeless before.

“I- I need your help.”

“Of course, anything, baby.”

He swallowed, “Just know that I’ll love you forever. Okay?”

“‘Course.”

Gently, he released a breath of air and pulled up his left sleeve. The combined snake and skull only meaning one thing. Regulus was now a death eater to the Dark Lord. Tears sprung in Y/n’s eyes but not because of disappointment but because of worry. She didn’t know what she would do if Regulus were to be gone.

“They forced me!” Regulus pleaded, “Please, please don’t leave me.”

Regulus was weeping, and Y/n took him into her arms, “Shh, shh, I’m not disappointed. I’m just worried about you.”

“I don’t wanna- I don’t wanna do this.” Regulus whimpered, “Please help me.”

“I’m gonna help you ‘m love. Don’t worry.”

“What happened this summer?” Y/n asked as Draco pulled back down his sleeve.

“Auntie Bella.”

Draco was trying so hard to swallow his tears as his Professor was now face to face with him, “Draco.”

How was her voice so sweet and calm, almost like she had done this before, “It’s okay to show emotion. It’s being human. Let it go, darling.”

Just like that, the dam broke, and Draco was a sobbing mess again. How was it that Professor Black had always managed to feel more like home than his actual parents? What had his mum done for him while Bellatrix was giving him the mark? She had just stood there watching pain contort on his face. Y/n felt more like a mother to him, more like family to him.

“Shh. Shh. You’re safe here, Draco.”

“They- They want me-“ He was choking on his words, and Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders, “Take deep breaths and then explain. Okay?”

He began to inhale and exhale air at a slow pace, “They want me to-“ Draco swallowed, “They want me to kill Dumbledore.”

“Okay.” Y/n stated, letting out a breath of air, “You and I will get through this.”

“You- You promise?”

“I promise.”

Perhaps it was instinct now for Draco to stay after in her classroom. After every lesson, Draco would visit her in her classroom just to be in her company or to talk. What was it about Y/n that drew these people close to her? Ones with broken souls who believed that couldn’t be helped. Was it her kindness? Perhaps it was her caring nature—too many variables to pinpoint.

The moment Y/n heard crying in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, she knew something was wrong. Approaching cautiously, she saw Harry Potter doing the same behind Draco, who stood facing the basin, dried tears on his cheeks. Everything happened too fast for Y/n to understand. But when Harry spoke an incantation that left Draco bleeding out on the floor, everything changed.

She was jumping into action hastily, falling to her knees beside the blond-haired boy while Harry was almost in tears at his mistake. Y/n took her wand out and began muttering spells to heal the boy's chest. Harry was now in a heap on the floor, tears filling his glorious emerald eyes while the Professor took care of his harm. It took ten minutes before the bleeding stopped, and Y/n turned to face Harry.

“Harry.”

“‘M sorry. I- I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad I was here.” Y/n replied, and Harry looked like a mess, “I need you to go to the Gryffindor tower and not speak of this to anyone, okay?”

He nodded and stood up sluggishly. Harry left the bathroom, leaving Y/n with an unconscious Draco. Sighing heavily, she picked up the boy and lugged him to the hospital wing, where he was taken care of. The following day an owl was pecking at Y/n’s window, leading her to wake up and take the note from the owl’s foot.

“Draco won’t stop calling for you.”

Y/n freshened up, brushing her teeth, hair, and a change of clothes before making her way to the Hospital Wing. It was quite a ways away from. Her section of the school, but if Draco needed her, she needed to be there even if it was six o’clock in the morning. Her shoes made a light tap along with the wood as she walked and hesitantly opened the big door to the infirmary.

“Oh, thank Merlin!” Madam Pomfrey said with her hand over her heart, “Draco has been asking for you, my dear.”

She gave a tiny smile as Pomfrey pointed to where Draco was lying. Carefully she stripped back some of the white curtain and pulled a chair beside his bed. Y/n took his hand in his. It was cold and pale. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine holding Regulus’ hand in the same exact way after a horrible Bludger accident.

An hour later, Draco finally woke up, “Mornin’ sweetheart.”

“Professor, you- you came.”

She smiled, “You called for me, of course, I’d come.”

Draco pushed himself up into a sitting position, his grey eyes locked on her warm e/c ones, “Sorry, I just, didn’t expect you to come.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I feel okay. Little sore but nothing I haven’t been through.”

Y/n smiled sadly, “I knew a boy just like you, you know?”

“You did?” Draco asked, and she nodded, “I did.”

“Could you tell me about him?”

“Well, he was strong, smart, and closed off. His home life wasn’t too great either and was forced into being what his parents were too.” Draco looked eager for more, “Eventually, he realized that this wasn’t the life he wanted. He no longer cared about his parent's approval. He just wanted to be him, but by then, it was too late.”

“Too late?”

She nodded, “He was already in too late, so he did the only thing he thought of. Betraying his parents, his family. He was so caught up in what he was doing he didn’t realize what he was doing, and now, because of that, he’s no longer with us.”

“But you aren’t too late, Draco.” Y/n stressed, tightening her grip on his hand, “Let me save you. Let me help you.”

Tears ebbed at the corners of his eyes, “Please.”

Y/n took him in her arms and rubbed his back soothingly, “You aren’t alone. I’m here for you.”

It took months, but everything was over. It felt like time had stopped. Y/n could remember the terror standing outside of Hogwarts as the death eaters stood on the other side. Narcissa was calling for him - the boy who had no choice - and Draco was panicking as Lucius began calling his name.

Draco swallowed and shook his head.

It was the feeling of relief that brought Y/n solace. Draco took the step that Regulus took, and she would make sure he didn’t pay for it. The relief felt like a breath of fresh air now that the war was over. Y/n had stepped into the Great Hall panicking, hoping, praying that he was okay. At that moment she saw it.

He was crouched in the corner. People were glaring at him all around. Draco saw. He saw the Weasleys crying over Fred. He saw Harry look empty, staring at Remus Lupin and Nymphadora. The way Lavender Brown’s parents sobbed over her dead body. He saw the way Dennis Creevey was yelling and screaming in pain at seeing his deceased older brother. Draco could remember how close they were.

Nonetheless, he stood up and ran into her arms: his solace, home, and safe place. Draco couldn’t remember what it felt like to be held this tight. He dug his nose into her neck and just remembered to breathe. She pulled away to see a small smile playing on his lips. Y/n cupped his cheeks gently.

“I’m so, so proud of you.” Y/n smiled, “I can't explain how proud I am of you. You did it.”

Draco smiled and leaned into her hands, “Thanks, mum.”

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smolla-than-a-bug · 3 years ago

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Helloo, i was wondering if you accept angst, if so can i request for adult mikey who loses his s/o in his arms? His s/o was his best emotional support, always there for him through thick and thin etc. Also she always called him manjiro instead of mikey

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sano manjiro/mikey x reader

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content — gn!reader, contains manga spoilers! like around ch117-118, angst, manila mikey, murder, blood, maj character death

notes — 1.3k+ wc. this was just supposed to be a drabble but ig i couldnt be held back 😭 i hope this was okay, anon!!

Looking back on it now, if you had to pinpoint the exact moment you think he had changed, you’d suspect it was when Shinichiro died. Mikey became unpredictable, most of the time. Sure, he appeared to be the same hyperactive kid he had always been, but if you looked closer, you’d notice that there was no life in his eyes.

You wonder how you didn’t see it when it was literally right in front of you. You wonder if maybe things could have been different, if only you’d noticed. You’d give up anything to be able to go back in time to be there for him, to be a more solid figure for him to lean on—all for your Manjiro. But unfortunately, you don’t have the power to travel through time despite how much you beg to be heard by an entity that seems to be deaf. Because you did nothing back then, you’re forced to do nothing now. Nothing you can say or do will bring back the Mikey you once knew. He’s far too gone now.

The forgotten basketball court seemed colder, much scarier than anything you’d seen in movies. It wasn’t that it was visibly ominous, dire, or filthy. Perhaps it was the ordinariness that made it so.

It seemed like any other day. The sunlight bounced off of the concrete, illuminating the signs and graffiti that littered the place. Other days, you’d be fascinated by at art that surrounded you, but as of this moment, it felt like they were mocking you. The colors, faces, and bolded letters seemed to be peeling off of the floor, the walls, and the chipped wood. It felt as though they were coming to life, ridiculing you for being so stupid to set foot on the empty court thinking that it was just gonna be like any other day.

But what is any other day anymore? Did you think it was like when you were kids? Carefree and oblivious? News flash! It’s been years—a good twelve years had passed and nothing is the way it had once been.

“Stop it, Mikey.” His right-hand man had been the one to step in. The Boss may have been appalled at his attempt to challenge him and anyone would have run for the hills before even thinking of it, but it had to be done. Though their words weren’t directed at you, you had felt a big slap on your face, stomach dropping more feet than you could stand, when Mitsuya had taken Draken’s side, kneeling down and bowing before Mikey. “You chose the path of violence. From now on, Mitsuya and I put our lives in your hands. It’s our choice.”

You tried to step in then, to tell them it didn’t need to be like that. This was wrong! What were they thinking? But before you even had a chance to speak, Mikey was already glaring at you, challenging you to try anything.

You had been there since the beginning. You basically grew up together. In truth, Mikey had never been the easiest person to love. When you were younger, at times it felt like you were taking care of a toddler. As you grew up together, there were certain complexities in his personality that would develop and that you would have to take the time to dissect in order to understand him all over again—this was something you attempted once again, here in the now, but for the first time in your life, nothing was making sense.

You didn’t know who this person was in front of you.

“Takemichi is our leader. I don’t want him to end up like us.”

A beat. “Very well,” had been the last words you heard before two gunshots pierced through the cold atmosphere. The ringing in your ears made you oblivious to the fact that you were screaming. Were you screaming because two bodies had fallen in thumps, pools of blood staining the concrete? Or were you screaming because even with the two lifeless bodies on the ground, the man standing before you seemed nowhere near affected by the fact that he just murdered his two close friends? Either way, you didn’t know, and your throat was getting sore from the screaming, the crying, the agony. Yet Mikey had been eerily calm through it all.

“You were supposed to stop me.”

He watched you dry-heaving through sobs, blinking emotionlessly as he waited for you to stop. When you didn’t, he walked over to your hunched form, bruising your knees as you knelt on the ground before your friends’ bodies.

He leaned down to meet you at your eye level, tenderly cupping your face with the hand that wasn’t holding his gun. “You were supposed to keep me in check, like how you always do…” his words drifted into the wind. He seemed to be lost in thought, recalling past memories of your time as a young couple. How naïve you both had been to take your youth for granted. “Y/N. Are you gonna leave me too?”

For a split second, he looked exactly like he did all those years ago when he would seek you for comfort. Meek and fragile, wanting nothing more than to be concealed from the world from between your arms. Except this time, the gun in his hand, the lifelessness in his eyes, and the bodies on the ground made the scene much more sinister. Mikey’s words sounded more like a threat than a question, and he already seemed to have settled on an answer himself.

“Manjiro, what the hell are you on about?” You hiccuped, wiping your snot on the back of your hand. “Actually, forget it. We can fix this. We can— We can forget about all of this. I’ll help you, I—”

He seemed to be void of emotion even when he smiled. It’s one you haven’t seen since your middle school years, but one you wish you never had to see in a situation like this one. He’s settled things by himself. He’s decided his fate.

“…Manjiro?” You tense up as his hand never leaves your cheek. The icy barrel of his weapon is what he uses to brush your hair away from your sweaty forehead. Then he points it directly at you.

“You won’t feel a thing, my love.”

You sob. “Manjiro, wai—“ Bang.

Mikey wants to feel something so bad as he catches your lifeless form in his arms. The ringing in his ears is almost painful. His stare burns the bloody hole in your head, yet he feels almost nothing. Almost.

There’s a subtle pinch in the back of his throat, and his chest feels entirely hollow. He allows the tears to run freely as he uses his shaking hands to brush back your hair again, now matted with blood, before cradling you close to his chest, right above where his heartbeat is. You’re so cold, so heavy in his arms.

He wants to say I’m sorry but the words won’t leave his throat. It feels clogged and the sorrow chokes him all the more.

He convinces himself that he can’t be helped. He’s way past saving. There’s nothing you could have done to save him. It was merely out of his own selfishness that he had kept you close, so he holds onto you for as long as he can. He clutches onto your body. He needs you close. Ironically, his own life depends on it.

He’s already resigned to his future. He would meet with Takemichi, and his last favor would be his own death. All his life, he has suffered, and had he let you live, he would have only passed his own sufferings to you.

He tells himself it was for your own good. He’ll meet you again in the afterlife, where he hopes you can both restart your lives together. Where suffering doesn’t exist and he can give you the life you deserve.

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gentrychild · 4 years ago

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DFO translator chapter 88

No one asked for it but no one can stop me either so here I am, showing the world what the DFO believers saw in chapter 88.

IIda: “See? We did not need to come here! The pro heroes are handling it! Everything is fine!”

AFO, who probably has good ears since the guy is literally blind and who can hear them: “Funny you should mention it because things are definitely not fine.”

AFO: “Ah yes, sorry, Tiger. It’s just that I felt the urgent need to get my hands on Search and it has nothing to do with a certain student in UA suddenly getting a quirk out of nowhere and somehow finding his way into more and more dangerous situations.”

Izuku, the closest student to the guy with Transmission: “I feel a great disturbance in the force. The same feeling I have when I have just disappointed my mom.”

AFO: “You know who you should blame from what I am going to do to all of you? All Might. It’s definitely his fault. If he hadn’t destroyed most of my hoard of quirks, I would never bother stealing your sub par powers.”

AFO, channelling his not so inner old man: “Oh, I see. You see a senior citizen walking on his property and you decide to attack him without even a warning? Heroic brutality at his finest!”

Mount Lady, aka the one person who has the most experience with lawsuit because of the sheer destruction she creates: “BEST JEANIST, I’M PRETTY SURE THAT’S ILLEGAL.”

Best Jeanist: “The only thing illegal denim is to be murdered by a guy tranquilly villain monologuing as he is half hidden in the shadows.”

AFO: “I am shocked. I am appalled....

Mount Lady, stressed as only a new adult that has just started her job can get: “YOU SEE?”

AFO: “... that you thought ruining my suit would save you.”

Mount Lady: “Wut?”

AFO: “Whoops, there goes that neighborhood. But at least, that wall that is literally six meters away from me was left unscathed. If anything was hiding behind it, not doubt that they are incredibly lucky and really shouldn’t push their luck.”

AFO: “But just in case my first attack was too subtle, I am going to say out loud how it would be a shame if anyone tried to interfere. Because I would notice them. And I would have to do something about it.”

AFO: “Which I am saying to no one in particular. Because me, my X-Ray quirk, and the other quirk I use in order to discern what is around me certainly can’t see the bunch of kids hiding right there.

(From chapter 274, for those who are wondering.)

Search, that is showing OFA as a light impossible to ignore or to mistake for any other quirk: “Don’t worry, you have me! Here they are!”

AFO: “I SAID THAT I AM NOT SEEING ANYTHING.”

#DFO translator #bnha 88 #bnha #dad for one

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚎 (𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐 & 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚗) 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣) × 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) × 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚗 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏.

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟻𝙺+

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚅𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝), 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗��, 𝚙*𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚎, 𝚅𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚛! 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐 × 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚂𝚊𝚗 × 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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The young female looked at the male in front of her in an appalled manner.

"Umm.....what?" She could not believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

Her boyfriend however didn't seem bothered by her reaction nor did the overly enthusiastic smile on his face brush off.

"How do you feel about helping me make a sex tape?" He repeated his previous request.

The girl raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if perhaps he was still drunk from the previous night in which he and some of the other members decided to act like dumb teens and got wasted in their dorm, resulting in him drunk calling his girlfriend and her coming over to help out the oldest and the tallest member control the other 6 men who were going berserk.

"When did you even get an idea like that?" She questioned him.

"Last night actually."

She threw her hands up and huffed.

"That's it. I'm not letting you anywhere near any alchohol for the next year." She swore to herself.

"Awww Y/N, baby, come on, don't be like that. Hear me out."

Taking one of her arms, he pressed her body against his, both of them still warm given it hadn't been long since they got out of the comfort of the bed. With one hand caressing her lower back and the other running itself through her hair, Hongjoong began to lazily press kiss across her jaw, knowing fully well it was a weakness to get her to give in.

"Think about how pretty you'll look. I'll edit it so you look even more beautiful. It'll be like one of those romantic adult films we watch together, and I know for a fact you like watching the explicit scenes."

Y/N let out a soft and shy giggle at being called out like that. She had often wondered, even out loud, how actors could actually go forth with such erotic scenes. She had to admit she admired their courage for doing them so effortlessly.

"Are you sure it's not something you wanna film to take with you whenever you're oversea? Watch a replay of you fucking me dumb?"

Now it was Hongjoong's turn to blush red. Y/N noticed how he swallowed hard, meaning there was something else.

"Hongjoong..... you were suggesting that you film us having sex...right?"

Hongjoong's eyes began to waver nervously.

"Well um...I was actually thinking more along the lines of....... someone else.....fucking you.." He stammered the last parts out.

"Are you serious?!" Y/N pushed him off her in a horrified manner, her hands fanning her face as she felt herself getting hot all of a sudden.

"Come on. You're acting like it's illegal or something. No one else besides us, and I guess the third person, will know about it." He tried to convince her.

"It's not illegal but it is insane. Who did you even think would agree to something like this?" She crossed her arms, waiting to hear what brilliant idea he came up with.

"I was hoping one of the guys would be a willing-"

"No way! That'd be even more embarrassing! It already gets awkward whenever one of them accidentally walks around with no shirt on around me, how could I possibly look at them in the face after we fuck?"

Not willing to listen to her crazy boyfriend, Y/N picked up her bag and reminded him to drink lots of water before sauntering out of his room, waving goodbye to Seonghwa who was in the kitchen and leaving before Hongjoong made things more embarrassing for her. Slumping down on the kitchen table, Hongjoong had a huge pout on his face.

"Lover's quarrels?" His same age friend asked as he began rinsing the dishes.

"Something like that." Hongjoong sighed.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure you two will figure it out. One of you ends up giving in sooner or later." He assured him.

Seonghwa was indeed right. Even if either one of you said no at first, you'd always, always, end up giving in just to try something new. That thought made Hongjoong lighten up and he began to think more about how to put his plan in motion. Firstly, he needed to pick one of the members who not only would be comfortable doing something like that, but would match the needed sex appeal.

"Jongho is out of the question. He's never even dated anyone." Hongjoong began thinking, evaluating in his head all his possible candidates.

"Mingi isn't a good choice either, he already has a lot to deal with so I'm not even going to bother with him."

Hongjoong then thought about Yeosang. He was good looking, but the problem was Yeosang was extremely reserved, not to mention he and Y/N weren't very close to each other. It would be bad chemistry. And his roommate and best friend Wooyoung was a strict no.

"I already know that little brat has a little crush on my girlfriend. If anything letting him fuck her would be like giving a little kid a candy shop all to themselves. I need someone who has absolutely no romantic inclinations so afterwards everything can go back to normal."

Turning his head, Hongjoong scanned Seonghwa up and down. He seemed like a possible choice. He was tall, very handsome, he and Y/N got along very well, in fact he was the one closest to her besides him. He knew for a fact Seonghwa was not innocent or pure in the slightest bit. And he'd be very professional about it. It seemed there was no question about Seonghwa being the best candidate.

"Wait! But they're close. What if this plan backfires and I accidentally ruin their friendship?"

Hongjoong groaned as he realized this was proving to be a lot harder than he thought. His mind then thought about Yunho. Yunho would be perfect in the more erotic sense given his size. He was tall, lean but well built and with defined muscles. And it'd be pretty interesting to watch and see if his girlfriend would be able to take a monster cock like that cause Yunho was definitely packing a lot.

Getting up, Hongjoong seemed decided as he walked down the hallway to have a little chat with his favorite donsaeng. Just before he could knock on the door to his room, it actually opened by itself, or more like, someone else came out right at that moment. It was none other than San, whose recently dyed blonde hair was messy. His skin had somewhat of a glow to it even if he was suffering from a major hangover. He was completely shirtless, his honey abs looking amazing as usual. The sweatpants he was wearing were hanging low on him, the V line near his pelvis poking out. And to top off the visual, his nipples were sticking out due to the piercings that he had recently gotten, a naughty secret that he had kept well hidden for a while til Wooyoung ratted him out. Hongjoong had never actually seen them, but now that he did, a light bulb went off in his head.

"Hyung.....my head is killing me." San groaned loudly, one arm weakly holding him steady against the doorframe.

That tiny sound that came out of the younger male's mouth sealed the deal for Hongjoong. San was absolutely perfect.

"Sannie....... when you're feeling better, Hyung wants to talk to you about something."

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"You're looking especially lovely tonight my dear." Hongjoong looked at his girlfriend who was sitting patiently on her bed, wearing a cute off white two piece lingerie set.

"You always say things like that whenever I'm going to suck your dick." She pointed out, although it wasn't meant to be ill intended.

Hongjoong simply continued to have that suspicious smirk plastered on as he finished setting up the last camera, having placed several ones on different parts of the room to capture different angles of the scene that was about to take place in those 4 walls. On a small stand, he had already installed his laptop so he could monitor more closely all the shots being taken and to start or pause anything if needed. Glancing at the time, he knew it was only a matter of time before their guest arrived.

"You're taking awfully long for someone who was aching to get their dick wet." She snorted, wondering how on earth could Hongjoong be so calm and collected.

Hearing a knock on the door, Y/N raised an eyebrow as she was not expecting anyone, but it seemed Hongjoong wasn't fazed at all. He actually sprinted out of his seat in lighting speed to open the door.

"Yeah but it's not my dick that's getting wet." He sent her a wink.

Before she could even ask him what he meant, San was already being dragged inside the room. He too looked puzzled when he saw his older friend's girlfriend on the bed wearing something so daring.

"Wow! Ok! I take it I got here too early?" San asked as he covered up his face with his hands.

"No San, you're not early. You're right on time actually."

Slumping an arm around him, Hongjoong pulled him into the center of the room.

"He's the one getting his dick wet."

Once she realized what was happening, Y/N grabbed a pillow and chucked it at her scheming boyfriend.

"Kim Hongjoong! You liar! You told me that we were going to be filming a sex tape between ourselves!" She exclaimed.

"A what?!" A confused San shouted, now more embarrased than ever.

"I knew that if I told you both what I really wanted you here for neither of you would agree and would probably think I'm weird or something." Hongjoong tried to explain himself.

"Oh I don't think, I know you're weird, wanting one of your members and your girlfriend to fuck each other just so you could make a porn out of it."

San reddened furiously at her words, eyes looking everywhere but at Hongjoong or Y/N. By now he had already opted for just staying quiet as he listened to the couple banter back and forth amongst themselves.

"What made you think San, out of all people, would want to even touch me?"

That caught said man's attention.

"Wait, hold on. What's that supposed to mean?" He squinted at her, eyes narrowing into slits. Y/N could feel the immediate change in his demeanor.

"Well you know just that.....it's you we're talking about San. Do you know how many girls thirst over you? Why would you even bother looking at someone like me when you look like that?" She gestured at his body and face, trying to get her point across.

San felt somewhat offended by her statement. She made it out to be like he was superficial or that he only cared about looks. Moreover, he didn't like hearing her talk about herself in that way. Brushing past his Hyung, San came to stand in front Y/N, eyes peering down at her. Feeling the intensity of his stare bear down on her, especially given her state of near undress contrasting his full dressed self made her feel self conscious. When she tried to cross her arms to cover herself, San was having none of that as he suddenly gripped her wrists and held them in front of her face.

"And do you have any idea how many of us have checked you out even though we know that you belong to Hongjoong? Do you think some of us didn't feel bad when we found out he decided to take you for himself?"

His admittance not only shocked her but her boyfriend behind them, who had thought only one member had been disappointed when they announced that they were dating. Noticing her shocked expression, San leaned in and smiled at her innocently.

"Don't worry too much about me though, I was mostly disappointed at the fact that I might never get a chance to tap that cute ass of yours." He expressed with no hint of shame whatsoever. San drew his gaze down to fully look at her, admire her silhouette for the first time ever since he walked in the room.

"But now that I know Hyung wants someone to fuck his girlfriend...well.... it'd be my pleasure." He let out a low chuckle before pulling her against him, hands caressing the sides of her torso. Taking one of her hands, he brought it up to his face to place kisses on her palm. Turning to the man that was forgotten for a minute, San raised an eyebrow.

"Tell me right now if there's anything you definitely don't want me to do, otherwise I'm going to have my way with her as I like."

Hongjoong thought about it for a second, wondering if there was something he did not want.

"You're absolutely not allowed to leave hickeys on her. I don't mind you leaving red hand prints or even cumming inside her since that can be cleaned up or will fade in a coupe's hours."

Moving back to go sit on the chair next to the laptop, Hongjoong leaned back and stared at San with a warning glare.

"But I want absolutely nothing that will last for days. That's only for me to do."

San scoffed at how silly Hongjoong sounded, but nodded nonetheless. Meanwhile Y/N looked back and forth at their exchange with fascination. It was arousing hearing them talk about her as if she was nothing more than a mere sex object, and she was loving it.

"Oh and San? Remember I'm going to film this. Try to make it as interested as possible. I mean... if you can that is." Hongjoong smiled slyly, sending challenge to the younger member.

"Oh trust me. I'll fuck her like she's famous." San bragged.

Y/N watched as San began pulling his shirt over his head. Raking her eyes over his arms, abs and chest, they widened considerably when they saw the metal piercings on his nipples. One hand actually came to clasp around her open mouth, she was that surprised.

"Remember I told you not to baby him too much cause he's not actually a baby?" Hongjoong snickered at her reaction, actually finding it funny.

"Hey if it diverts attention from you, I don't care."

Pushing her back until they were right next to the bed, San cupped her face and leaned in, lips nearly kissing hers.

"Are you all right with this?" He wanted to get her consent before anything else.

Letting out a hum, Y/N wrapped her hands on the base of his neck.

"Fuck me like I'm famous." She repeated what he said before.

"Ok."

As soon as their bodies and mouths connected, Hongjoong's finger pressed record so as to not miss anything. Sitting back, he decided to enjoy the show, a satisfied smile on his face after seeing that everything had gone according to plan. Their lips molded perfectly against each other's, their makeout session rivaling those of some of the biggest and steamy ones they'd see on tv. Tracing the outline of his lips with her tongue, Y/N successfully managed to get San to allow her access into his mouth. Her tongue settled against his and vice versa, muffled humming adding to the intensity of their kiss. San couldn't keep his hands off her lower back, eventually placing them right on her ass. Hongjoong inwardly patted himself on the back as he had deduced before that San was more of an ass man and now he was getting confirmation of it as he watched his hands cup and harshly squeeze his girlfriend's cheeks.

Not wanting only him to have his fun, Y/N thought it would be a good idea to test just how sensitive his nipples were. Sliding a hand up his torso, it pressed itself onto one of his pecs. She grinned when San emitted a whimper in her mouth when she pinched on his nipple, making sure to twist some of the piercing around.

"Oh my-" San groaned when her mouth detached itself from his in order to give attention to his nipples. He was whining and whimpering each time her tongue flicked around his buds and letting out choked gasps when her teeth would softly tug at them.

"Enjoying your new toy?" Hongjoong piped up, reminding them both that they were being watched.

"Just as much as you're enjoying me wreck your girl." San spat back at him, hissing when he suddenly felt Y/N sucked onto one of his nipples.

"Please. I've barely seen any action yet."

Hearing his taunting words, San pushed Y/N onto her knees, bringing her face close to the tent in his pants. Tilting her chin up, he rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.

"You have really pretty lips. All plump and pink.... I wonder how they'll look like if they're red, swollen and stuffed with my cock."

Making a quick work of his zipper, San pulled his jeans down along with his underwear, letting out his cock that was thick and well above average in length. Y/N licked her lips when she saw that the tip was glistening with precum that had dripped out when it was freed from its confinement. San was definitely bigger than Hongjoong, she wasn't going to deny that. She began to wonder if she could even fit that entire thing in her mouth, but she for sure wanted to try.

"I think the little cockslut is eager to suck you off San." Hongjoong sat up straighter in his seat, eyes focused on every detail in front of him.

"Is that right?"

Y/N exhaled softly when she felt San slap his cock against her cheek, running the tip on her cupid's bow.

"Go ahead. Just try and see if you can take me." He shot her a cocky grin.

Wanting to wipe that grin off his face, Y/N inserted the tip inside her mouth, keeping eye contact with San the entire time. She first tested the waters by slurping his head, indeed getting a reaction out of him since his thighs involuntarily shuddered. Feeling motivated, she slowly took more of him into her mouth, inch by inch he was slowly stuffing her full. Her cheeks hollowed out to help her fit him better, but still she gagged slightly when she felt him hit the back of her throat. Nevertheless she was proud of herself at being able to stuff his cock in her.

"Holy crap Y/N, are you trying to prove something?" Hongjoong stared in shock and arousal at seeing his significant other with another man's cock down her throat.

"Yeah, prove that she likes my cock better than yours." San gloated as he pulled her off his length only to stuff it back in and causing the female under him to let out a choked out gasp followed by a line of drool spilling onto the floor.

Grabbing her hair and pulling it up into a makeshift ponytail, San used it to keep her head up as he began a pattern of pulling out slowly only to force himself back inside her. He loved watching the messy scene in between his legs. Spit running down Y/N's chin, the corners of her eyes stained with tears, her muffled whines that were muted every time his shaft filled her mouth, the way his leader was sitting just a few feet away watching as his precious girlfriend was getting face fucked by someone else, San was enjoying it too much. His head was thrown back as he kept forcing his cock deep in her mouth, the loud slurping sounds of her swallowing around him complimenting the hisses and groans that were being exuded from his lips.

"Fuck! Oh my- are you ok with me cumming in your mouth?"

Judging by the way Y/N moaned around his organ and her hand cupped his balls to fondle them, San was taking that as a green light. Releasing her hair, he held onto the back of her head and pushed himself forcefully to and fro in her wet cavern, using it as leverage to help him reach his climax. Through shattered breath and clenched teeth, San's cum poured down her throat, hips stuttering and bucking further up to help him ride out his orgasm. When he pulled out, Y/N immediately gasped for air, her hair in complete disarray, lips darkened and wet with saliva.

"If that isn't one of the hottest images I've ever seen." Hongjoong added his input. He always did love seeing what a mess Y/N turned into after getting her pretty and delicate face fucked and abused.

Y/N smiled over at her boyfriend, looking at the tent in his pants before sending him a flirty wink accompanied by a swipe of tongue across her lips.

"You can suck him off after I'm done with you baby, but right now, I want you focused on me." San made her turn her attention back to him as he lifted her off the floor and set her on the edge of the bed. He showed no hesitation as he practically ripped her underwear off her body before tossing it behind him, making sure it landed on Hongjoong's lap.

"Jerk yourself off with that in the meantime cause you're not getting her back for a while."

Toying with the fabric in his hand, Hongjoong sneered at the younger male.

"Trust me, I have more self control than you'd think." He assured him.

"Let's see about that."

Getting down on his knees to be at eye level with her wet and shining folds, San dived in and began consuming her taste. His tongue moved languidly around her slit, savoring her taste on his tongue. Y/N's hands gripped and clutched the blanket underneath her, causing it to wrinkle up from how hard she was tugging at them. Her breath hitched whenever San gave all of his attention to her clit, sucking on the sensitive flesh until it began developing a slightly reddish tint. Her lips were also becoming engorged as San continued his assault on her mound, face practically buried inside her thighs. All throughout it, Hongjoong just took in every sharp intake of breath and every scrunched up expression Y/N made. It gave him joy to know she was definitely enjoying herself, her pleasure always been something he took into consideration.

"Good to see you know how to eat a girl out Sannie. I was afraid I was going to have to step in and show you why rapper are superior." He couldn't help himself but boast, after all, he had pride in being able to get a girl to cum multiple times with just his tongue.

Ignoring the older man's words, San gripped her thighs to hold her down. His tongue sped up as it slurped and slithered all over her heat, applying just enough pressure with his broad strokes across her labia folds. The girl on top of him tried to move his face away from her body as she felt the blood rushing down to her legs, face becoming heated as she knew she would burst any moment. She blamed Hongjoong for this, having spoiled and played around so much with her pussy that she was overly sensitive whenever she received oral sex. The fire pooling in her lower abdomen was about to explode.

"Ah! San- please!"

Muscles tightening and her upper body writhing, Y/N couldn't hold back as she began pumping out her orgasmic juices, her back falling back on the mattress while her mind blocked out anything that wasn't the immense feeling that was taking over her senses at the moment. San lapped up her juices generously, feeling smug about getting her to cum, although he knew it wouldn't be the only time she would be doing that. Sitting up, he allowed her to catch her breath and regain her senses before he continued with what he had in store.

Hongjoong looked with curiosity as San made Y/N sit back up and turned her over on all fours. Hongjoong couldn't stop the laugh that escaped his lips.

"You're gonna fuck her doggy style? Can't you be more creative?"

San didn't let his words deter him, he simply unclipped Y/N's bra and removed it from her body.

"I told you I was gonna fuck her like she's famous and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

His hands roamed across her body, caressing the curves and dips of her hips as he pressed his erection in between her ass cheeks. Y/N pushed her ass further back, impatient at the thought of having her hole filled up by him.

"See? Even she wants to be fucked like a little bitch in heat."

Y/N couldn't suppress the moan escaping her lips at being degraded like that.

"Wow, you're such a whore." Hongjoong mused when he heard her reaction.

"You offered this whore to your friend now suck it up and watch him pound my pussy." She giggled softly.

"Oh baby, I'm not just going to pound this pussy. I'm aiming to destroy it."

Lining himself against her hole, San slowly sunk his length deep into her walls. He felt as if he was being swallowed by her warmth that it took everything in him not to start fucking her right then. He made sure to give her time to adjust to his size.

"Hyung do you not fuck her enough? She's unbelievably tight and she feels too good." San grunted, dick twitching inside her as it ached for any sort of movement.

Hongjoong did not hide his displeased face.

"I fuck her quite often thank you very much."

San clicked his tongue in a cocky way.

"Whatever you say."

Y/N cried out in a high pitched tone when San suddenly pulled out only to plunge himself back into her. He set a merciless rhythm as his cock tore her walls open, stretching them as far as they could go, a stinging yet delicious burn heating her up. Strangled noises proceeded to spill forward from her throat mixing in perfectly with the sound of their skin smacking against each other. Shifting angles so his dick could hit against her g-spot every time it was shoved inside her, San's skin was already emitting that after sex glow, sweat beads forming on his temples. He looked completely focused, eyes trained on her ass cheeks that bounced with each of his thrusts. Unable to resist the urge, he brought one hand up so it could slap her skin.

"Oh s-shit!" She exclaimed, the force and unexpected smack on her bum nearly had her upper body collapsing on the bed.

"Can you smack her a little harder?" If Y/N wasn't so caught up with San fucking her so harshly, she would have noted the nearly sadistic tone in her boyfriend's voice.

"Just tell me if I can't take it baby." San caressed the patch of skin he had just slapped.

"Trust me, she can. She enjoys a little pain every now and then." Her boyfriend dished on that dirty little secret.

One slap was soon followed by several more. San made sure to alternate between each of her butt cheeks. Y/N's wailing began to get increasingly louder and frantic, her ass stinging every time San's hand smacked it, making a majority of it turn a deep red color. But he made sure that it wouldn't leave any bruising or anything of that sort remembering Hongjoong's previous rule.

"Damn you're so fucking loud."

The shocked gasp coming out her mouth was half muffled when San pushed her head against one of the pillows, effectively burying her loud mouth into the sheets.

"San didn't you said you'd fuck her like she's famous? Then why cover up her screaming?" Hongjoong pondered, one hand rubbing at the top of his thigh.

"Scream? You wanna really hear her scream?"

Yanking her back up from her hair, Y/N only managed to catch her breath for one second before she felt herself flipped onto her back. The intrusion of San's large cock was just as seering as the first one but it was welcomed nonetheless by her walls fluttering around his cock. One of her legs was thrown over his shoulder, his brutal pace heightening the build up in her stomach. Her fleshy mound was extremely swollen and had a pinkish red tint to it. Knowing how vulnerable she was, San licked his fingers before taking them out of his mouth only to have them come down on her clit.

"Oh-oh fuck!" Y/N threw her head back on the pillow, eyes shut tight with tears staining the corners of them as she felt slap after slap on her throbbing and pulsating pussy.

"You like that you little whore? Yes you do, you clench around me every time I do this." San smirked when he placed one final blow on her tender flesh that was responsive to any of his touches.

Y/N was starting to see white flashes of light in her vision, unable to hear or feel anything that wasn't the grazing inside her wetness. With whimpered crying, her arms and upper body writhed uncontrollably as San's hips continued jolting up into her, shaky breaths and pants keeping her from forming any coherent words as her juices poured out of her body. Feeling her heat cover him completely, San trailed not far behind her as his cock twitched and his seed painted her insides.

"Ah fuck!"

He jerked himself until he made sure to fill her to the brim, not satisfied until he had spurted out the last drop of cum he had in him to release. When he pulled out of her hole, he let out a groan of accomplishment as the white and milky like secretion seeped out of her hole, some of it glistening against her folds.

"You capturing that well Hyung?" San turned to Hongjoong.

"Oh trust me, it's all coming out beautifully." He answered as he looked at the computer screen, fingers working unbelievably quick to make sure to save the raw video in his files.

Getting up to go clean himself up on the bathroom, San picked up his clothes that were discarded on the floor. Before he could walk out the door, he was about to ask Y/N if she wanted to join him but she was already busying herself by kneeling in front of her boyfriend.

"Aren't you going to get cleaned up?"

Humming softly as she began undoing Hongjoong's belt, Y/N replied with a mischievous smile.

"Maybe later. Right now I gotta take care of my handsome man, after all, he's been sitting here with a hard ass boner." She chuckled as his dick sprang free.

"God, I love you so much baby."

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dear-mrs-otome · 3 years ago

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YES! More Faust! 💙💙💙

Can do! Also you like how I said I'd do a quick summary and then wrote a bajillion words? Yeeeaaah...

Needless to say, beware of spoilers!! Not just for a future event, but there are lots of references to events in Faust's main story here!! If that doesn't concern you, go forth and enjoy ye olde Christmas delight...

Faust story starts with him and MC crammed into the confessional together, with her appalled and him leering in the 'whatever shall we do, we two adults, sandwiched in this tiny space alone' sort of way. Clearly enjoying himself, and she thinks back on what got them in that situation...

At the church one day in December, a bunch of the orphans are gathered all excited about the upcoming Christmas season, practicing their songs and talking about celebrations. A fight breaks out between some of them and it turns out one little boy, Noel, is adamant that Santa doesn't exist and he's made up by adults - that moms and dads leave the presents on Christmas and since they're orphans they won't get anything like that. MC is saddened to hear his opinion, and the other children are adamant that he's wrong, Santa does exists.

Faust had just been watching all this go down silently when he chimes in to say that Santa will come. He himself never had a mother or father and Santa came for him all the same. But then in true wicked Faust fashion he has to go on to elaborate that there's more than just the normal Santa, there's 'dark' Santa too that comes for naughty children and punishes them. (Insert whatever folklore you want here, Krampus or Knecht Ruprecht etc etc etc) He succeeds in terrifying them all but relents and says it's just a story so as long as they behave they've got nothing to worry about.

In the end, the children begin playing Hide and Seek and MC ropes a grumpy Faust into hiding with her, dragging him into the confessional where they listen for the kids to find them. They never do though, they move on to other games, and when MC and Faust try to leave the booth they find the door has been jammed shut by a mischievous kid. This brings us back to the opening sequence, where Faust is quite happy to get frisky in the small space despite her embarrassment - teasing her a bit before she distracts him by asking him to talk about what he mentioned earlier, how Santa had visited him.

So finally he does, telling her how he only ever received one present as a kid and that was his glasses. The ones she remembers him telling her before about, how he'd been given them by Mother Therese (the nun that raised him) and how she'd been the only one to notice how bad his eyesight was and how she'd forced him to accept the gift even though they couldn't afford such a luxury. He reminisces how Mother Therese had told him it was a gift from Santa, insisting so no matter how much he said that he knew she was lying, and even stating that someone in town must have made them for her.

But the gift had been like magic, letting him finally see clearly, and Mother Therese had just laughed that maybe the man in town had been Santa then to make something magical like that.

Faust is loathe to share any other Christmas memories with MC though, pointing out that it's probably the only happy one given that usually winter meant watching the other children die in the cold months - or even worse things later on that he doesn't want to upset her by elaborating on. (When he had sold himself into slavery) And when MC had asked if he disliked Christmas Faust tells her that Christmas is a day to spend with your family and loved ones - it had never mattered to someone who was all alone like him.

But he lets slip that he doesn't totally mind having the church be a place for people (including Charles) to come and worship on Christmas. MC reminds him he's a kind man no matter how he tries to hide it, that he always is thinking of others and wanting to be there for them. And he channels how her words clearly touch him into snogging her silly in the confessional, until they're interrupted by the kids and Faust forces the wooden-stick-jammed door open (proving to his dismayed MC that he knew and could have opened it at any time LOL)

They see the kids off, and Noel lingers to apologize for having been the one to lock them in there, feeling bitter about their opinions re: Santa. MC is ready to forgive him and Faust starts to get stern but he tells Noel he's not blameless here either because he wasn't honest about Santa. BUT, Faust tells him....it doesn't matter who 'Santa' really is, the sentiment remains the same. That someone genuinely is wishing to make their loved ones happy.

Noel leaves slightly happier, and afterwards MC turns to him ready to talk and he beats her to the punch saying he thinks they're on the same page - but he's gonna need her help because he doesn't know the first thing about getting presents for kids.

Excitedly, she starts naming gift ideas including some hand-knitted warm goods, and that has Faust taken aback until she promises to teach him how to do it.

So Christmas Eve rolls around all lovely and snowy, with MC and Faust walking back down the pretty treelit lane having dropped off all their 'Santa' gifts at the orphanage after the children have fallen asleep. She's gushing about how excited they'll be and Faust is grumbling a little...but then he admits it's not so bad to play Santa and let the kids have their dreams a bit longer. Letting them have that little bit of light and hope in the dark, like MC is always saying to him.

Then he leads her back to the now-silent and darkened church, and pulls her into the confessional smirking that he's gonna finish what they started because no matter how she tries to deny it he knows she was into being a naughty girl. He shuts them in the tiny space, hoists her onto the little counter so that he can have access to kiss her ankles and legs - and just as she's being all embarrassed about it he slips a jeweled anklet onto her as her gift, claiming that while he'd love to lock his precious lover away he'll settle for this substitute 'shackle'. She assures him she'd never leave him anyways, and wishes him a Merry Christmas.

Faust admits he always thought the idea of a warm Christmas was out of reach for him, but this year he has her and holding her feels like holding a light...and then they kiss some more and he asks if she's willing to share more of her warmth with him. ;3 INSERT SEGUE TO SPICY EPILOGUE HERE where they fucc in the confessional, MC riding his lap face to face and Faust declaring he won't give her up to anyone, not God or the Devil because she's all his...before he admits that to be honest it's probably her that has him captured and trapped rather than vice versa. And Christmas Day all the kids come to visit the church, extra excited to show off their gifts from Santa...while Faust and Noel exchange a little nodwink of understanding. When the kids ask if Santa came to visit MC she says yes he gave her a very lovely gift...and when they ask the same of Faust he agrees that Santa came to visit him too. Looking pointedly at MC with a happy smile and taking her hand.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp faust #spoiler #spoilers #ikemen vampire spoilers #ikevamp spoilers #ikevamp event summary #seriously this is so friggin wholesome and Faust's level of bah humbug >.> (but not really because he's secretly a giant softie)#was so stinking cute #faust putting the sin in sinterklaas

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narutogwriting · 4 years ago

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Before You Go

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

CW: angst

Length: 3.6k+

Summary: You play it through your head. Every moment, every interaction you ever had with Sasuke before he left. Was there something you could have done? Could you have made him stay?

Inspired by: Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi

Looking at Sasuke hurt. That’s all you could think about for the longest time. To look at Sasuke was to be punched in the stomach, all the air leaving your lungs. It was like someone’s fist tearing through your chest, grabbing your heart and crushing it in their fingers. Looking at Sasuke left your entire existence battered and bruised.

You remember hearing the whispers. Adults whispered a lot, always telling each other secrets. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” That’s what they always said when you asked them what they were talking about. So much of their conversations were too hard to follow along with. You made a mental registry of all the questions you would ask when you reached this elusive “older” age.

You were nosey, of course; always wanted to hear the ins and outs of things. But the first time you remembered the whispers really catching your interest was when you were seven years old.

“It’s horrible, what happened to the Uchihas.” “I can’t believe he could do that to his own family. “Just tragic.”

Uchiha. A boy in your class had the last name Uchiha. Sasuke. He was really popular, by far the strongest kid in the academy. You never talked to him, but you always noticed how happy he would get when his big brother would come pick him up at the end of the day.

“Did something happen to Sasuke?” You asked, crawling out from underneath the table, earning a startled gasp from you aunt.

“What have I told you about eavesdropping!?” Your mother snapped at you, but she didn’t look angry like usual. She looked worried almost. With a sigh, she pat your head. “Don’t worry too much, okay. It’s nothing. Sasuke is just fine.”

It was natural for a parent to want to protect their child’s innocence. Even at your parent’s age, the Uchiha Massacre was a horrific occurrence; it was too hard for them to process; it would be even harder to try to explain it to you. Ignorantly, your parents thought that if they hid it from you, you would never have to deal with it, but of course that wasn’t true. People talked and word got around. It only took one or two kids in the academy finding out some details for the story to grow and spread.

Sasuske wasn’t at the academy for a month after you heard your parents and aunt whispering about his family, but the next day at school, word was already beginning to get around. Sasuke’s older brother, the one he’d adored so dearly, that he’d smiled so happily at every day, had murdered his whole family, leaving only Sasuke alive.

It would have been better to hear it from your parents, the toned down, soft version of the appalling act as they tried to explain to you for the first time that the world could be a cruel place. But instead, you had to listen in horror while your classmates gossiped, lied, and exaggerated the whole thing, discussing the most traumatizing moment of Sasuke’s life as if it was a new movie playing in the cinema. You’d gone home crying almost every day that week.

When Sasuke finally did come back, he talked to no one, and no one talked to him. He kept to himself, arms crossed and a blank, cold stare on his face that would soon become his signature. You couldn’t believe that such a beautiful smile had ever crossed those icy features.

“Stay away from Sasuke.” Your mom whispered as she walked you home from the academy. When you questioned why, she’d simply shushed you. “Do what I say.”

Parents always know best. That’s all you know when you’re seven years old. They always do and say the right thing, and you always listen because you never have a reason not to. Your mom told you not to talk to Sasuke, so of course you wouldn’t because there must be a good reason not to.

You never told your mother that it was this very command that later shattered your innocence; the first moment when you realized that your mom was not always right.

It wasn’t immediate. You never really talked to Sasuke in the first place, so it was nothing new to ignore him now. But now that you’d been told not too, of course everything in you wanted to go say hello to him.

There is a theory of development that categorizes the age of seven as industry vs inferiority. It’s the first time you’re independently integrating into society and trying to figure out your place. The major question of children this age is “How can I be good or bad?”

And you were no different. This appeared in a lot of ways. When you struggled to hit the target with a kunai, you felt like a failure. When you were corrected by your parents, it felt like criticism and hit you to your core.

But you were moving further than your peers. You didn’t just wonder if you were good or bad based on your skills; you wondered if it made you bad to ignore a person that everyone else seemed to be purposefully isolating as well.

Can I be a good person if I let another person feel miserable?

Sasuke had lost everything, was living on his own in the place his family had been murdered in front of his eyes. Even you could understand that that must be traumatizing. Of course he was angry and cold and closed off. How could anyone fault him for that?

It started slow. “Hi, Sasuke.” You would greet him every day when you got to class. It took him off guard the first couple of times. Once he got used to it, he just “hn’d” in response, but that was okay with you.

Then you started asking him if he wanted to sit with you at lunch, offered him an extra dessert that you would sneak into your pack just for him.

He always told you no, so you would leave him alone and just offer again the next day. Not to be annoying; just to let him know that you were there.

Things changed a few weeks after Sasuke had come back to the academy. You were still saying hi and being ignored, and a few kids had begun to slowly start trying to interact with Sasuke in response. You never really saw him outside of the academy except for this one day you were out with your mom running errands.

You’d never considered how he got food or supplies he needed. You didn’t know where he got the money, but there Sasuke was at the market just like you were. You watched from your mom’s side as he walked up to a fruit stand where there was a group of people examining the different produce. Sasuke reached past someone, grabbing an amaou to put in his bag.

The person next to Sasuke glanced down absentmindedly, but you saw the way their eyes widened as they settled on him, realizing who he was.

“Oh shit,” the guy muttered, dropping his fruit and hurrying away from the stand. One by one, every other person around did the same, looking at Sasuke with an expression of shock or discomfort before speeding off.

You couldn’t see Sasuke’s face from where you were, only his back, but you could see the way his shoulder tightened. He froze completely before his body began to tremble just slightly. Sasuke’s fingers tightened and the fruit was crushed beneath his fingers. He dropped the pulp and the bag with all the other fruit he’d been planning on getting and in a moment, he was gone.

It was the first time you could remember hearing a heart shatter. You just weren’t sure if it was his or yours.

Your mom’s attention was elsewhere, so you took the opportunity to sneak over to the fruit stand, grabbing the bag Sasuke had dropped, examining the produce inside. When back at your mother’s side, you grabbed her hand. “Mom, can I get some fruit?”

Later, you snuck the fruit bag from your kitchen, slinging it over your arm as you walked around the village. You finally found Sasuke sitting under a tree on the outskirts of town. He had his back to the trunk, arms crossed as he stared off. He didn’t look at you, didn’t acknowledge your presence as you approached, but he didn’t tell you to leave, either.

So you slipped down next to him, leaning against the trunk and placing the bag of fruit silently between the two of you as you crossed your legs. With nothing else to do, you began to pick the flowers in the grass, weaving their stems together until you had a small bracelet formed.

What came over you, you weren’t sure. But confidently, you turned to Sasuke where he still sat, staring off with his arms crossed. You reached out, gently taking his arm and untangling it from the other. To your surprise, he didn’t fight you, so you took his hand, sliding the flower bracelet around his wrist.

When you looked up at him, you found that he was already staring at you. He wasn’t smiling, but for the first time in weeks, he wasn’t frowning either.

You hated him. You hated Sasuke Uchiha! After everything, the past five years that you had spent together… Had it all meant nothing!?

It was a blow straight to your heart hearing the words when you had come home. “Sasuke has defected from the village.” Sasuke had left to train with Orochimaru, all for his revenge. He hadn’t been kidnapped or forced to go; he left willingly. Just like that. One day he was there, and the next he was gone.

You hadn’t even had the change to go on the retrieval mission. You just had to have gone out of town that day. He’d already been gone for days by the time that you were home. Naruto was the last person that got to see Sasuke before he disappeared; maybe forever.

Even thinking the words had you in hysterics. You sobbed violently into your pillow, the sounds being ripped from your throat. You sobbed so hard your body shook. Your cries were so vicious that you began to vomit, not even able to make it to the trashcan.

That’s where your mother found you hours after you heard. “I told you to stay away from him…” Your mom tsk’d softly.

You would never forgive him.

Was there something you could have said or done? You thought you’d been a good friend to Sasuke. You’d always tried to be there, listen in those rare moments that he wanted to talk to you. Ever since you’d given him the bracelet…

That moment was so pivotal in your friendship. Not just that you’d given the gift, but that Sasuke had accepted it. It was the moment that your one sided pursuit of Sasuke had become mutual; the two of you were now friends.

And it wasn’t a normal type of friendship really like your other relationships were. This one was quieter, built around so much that was unsaid, only felt. In Sasuke’s loneliness, you were there standing by and sitting next to him through it all.

You couldn’t take away Sasuke’s pain or hurt, but you could walk with him through it.

Or at least, that’s what you had thought. It’d been stupid. You actually believed that you could help Sasuke, make him feel better when he’d experienced the most appalling sort of loss. Maybe that belief had only made Sasuke feel even more lonely.

Did you ever understand at all? No, you hadn’t, and you knew it. You’d tried your best, done everything you could, but you were just a kid too, and you’d never experienced anything like Sasuke had. How could you have known what to say to make it better?

Despite this, the guilt that you felt was consuming, taking up every part of you. You felt as if you’d drown in it, felt the way it filled your lungs until you couldn’t breathe.

You’d been in denial when you heard the news, felt the anger when the retrieval squad had failed. In the weeks that followed Sasuke’s defect, you’d switched between the two stages almost constantly.

Now, finally, you’d moved onto bargaining.

If Sasuke just comes back… If he just came home, you would be better! Whatever he needed, whatever he wanted, you’d give it to him! Somehow you’d have the right words this time. You would tell him exactly what hear to make it all stop hurting. Whatever it took…

And you bargained hard. You bargained and bartered and you petitioned and you pleaded. You begged whatever god that was listening, tried to sell your soul to the devil, if only, if only it would bring Sasuke back!

But if god existed, he wasn’t listening and the devil had no use for a spirit like yours. You were alone, screaming to the sky.

“Sasuke! You’re awake! I was just gonna stop by to see you.”

Sasuke could see that you were in a rush even if you didn’t say it. You were dressed, running your fingers through your hair to throw it up into a bun. There was a dumpling hanging delicately from between your teeth, signaling your quick breakfast you were trying to take on the go.

At this point, Sasuke knew you well.

It wasn’t often Sasuke came to you when he was struggling, at least not outright. There were plenty of times he’d sought your presence to simply suffer in silence, but at least he wasn’t suffering by himself.

This time, he didn’t want to suffer silently. Not right now at least. He’d been thinking hard, struggling all week since Itachi had put him under the Tsukuyomi. Tsunade had been able to bring him back from his comatose state, but hadn’t been able to mend what Itachi had broken and bent in his mind for the second time.

You wouldn’t find out til later, but Sasuke had come straight from the hospital not after waking up, but after challenging Naruto to a fight. Kakashi had broken the two up just before they’d about blown their arms off.

Naruto was surpassing him. That much was so clear, so obvious to him now, but no one wanted to admit it. If even Naruto, the worst of the worst in the academy was getting better than him, at this rate, how would he ever be strong enough to kill Itachi?

Kakashi had lectured him heavily about losing the friends he had left in his mourning of the family that was long gone. It was what Sasuke had wanted to talk to you about. Somehow, he knew Kakashi was right, but when he’d spent the last five years thinking of getting revenge on Itachi, he didn’t know how to reconcile what Kakashi was telling him.

“Stop by? Are you going somewhere?” Sasuke asked the obvious as you finally fixed your hair. You grabbed the dumpling, taking a bite as you nodded.

“To see my aunt,” You said through a mouth full of food. “In the village of the hidden rain.” You tilted your head, peering at him curiously. “Everything okay?”

Sasuke considered the question. You were going out of town, would be gone for a few days at least no doubt. Now probably wasn’t the best time to bring this up, but he wasn’t sure if it could wait until you got back.

As he began to respond, your attention was taken by your dad yelling from inside the house. “Finish packing your bag so we can go!”

You glanced behind you back into the house, rolling your eyes with a sigh. “Hold up!” You snapped before turning your gaze back to Sasuke. “Sorry about that. We’re running behind now, not that it’s my fault.” You gave a small laugh.

Sasuke knew he could have pushed it, and you would have dropped everything to listen to him. Your parents be damned. It’d just been a moment you were distracted from him because of your dad yelling. But now, suddenly, the words left Sasuke. He had nothing to say.

“It’s fine. I just wanted to stop by since they discharged me.” He lied easily, the words slipping off his tongue without dilemma. Even so, you usually would have picked up on it. You would have known that something was off, and you needed to pry.

It was just one time, one moment where you didn’t push him. You were in a rush, afterall, and you’d be back in a couple of days.

It was only hours after you left that the Sound Four had appeared to Sasuke, and minutes after, he was gone.

That moment would replay in your mind constantly in your mind, on repeat until it drove you insane.

You should have noticed. You should have noticed. You should have noticed.

You should have stayed.

Time heals nothing, but it gives you more things to worry about. You never thought it’d be possible, but Sasuke was no longer on the forefront of your mind at every moment. Every day, sure, but you were able to function in society, get stronger and attend to your duties.

You were no longer drowning in the sorrow of missing Sasuke, though that was where you’d been for so long you never thought you’d escaped. But finally, you’d hit the last stage of grief.

Acceptance. Sasuke was gone and there was nothing you could do.

You could have lived out the rest of your life in that acceptance, pushed the dull, ever present pain aside and pretend it wasn’t there, but you couldn’t do that. Naruto Uzumaki wouldn’t let you.

Hope was alive and well in Naruto’s heart and thus he stirred it in yours. “I’m gonna bring Sasuke back. Just you watch.” He’d grin at you.

You didn’t know where in the stages grief you were now, but you believed Naruto. He’d get Sasuke home even if you couldn’t.

You wished he never gave you that hope.

Kiba had picked up Sasuke’s scent. You were almost there. Almost to Sasuke…

That was when the orange masked Akatsuki member intercepted your team, keeping you from reaching Sasuke. You were desperate, feral almost as you attacked the man. To move him, killl him, it didn’t matter to you. You just needed to get past him, to get to Sasuke!

Another Akatsuki member appeared then, taking the attention from the masked man. You were about to make a break for it, but that’s when you heard him.

“Itachi is dead.”

The words settled on you, blood rushing to you ears and drowning out everything else. That was what Sasuke had always wanted; he’d finally done it. He’d killed Itachi, gotten his revenge. This should be a good thing.

You couldn’t explain it, but something was settling in your gut, a horrible, nauseating feeling that this was wrong. This wasn’t how things should have ended. Despite everything you knew and believed, you suddenly had the certainty that Itachi wasn’t the heartless monster everyone had believed he was.

Was it intuition, coincidence, or some unexplained connection you had to Sasuke? Glancing at Naruto, you could see he felt it too.

None of you noticed the masked man had disappeared. You followed Kiba as quick as your feet could carry you to where he tracked Sasuke’s scent, but by the time you got there, it was too late. He was gone.

“This is as far as I can smell him… We lost him.” Kiba told the team reluctantly.

You dropped to your knees, hand clutching desperately at your chest. You couldn’t breathe. It hurt; it hurt so fucking much you were sure you would die. The pain in your heart seized every part of you, knocking the air from your lungs and causing you to convulse.

Dropping to the floor, you began to sob. Those heart broken, anguished cries you thought you ran out of years ago.

“Sasuke…”

How you knew, you couldn’t be sure. But it wasn’t your own pain you were feeling. It was Sasuke’s tears that flowed down your cheeks and his aching regret that filled your heart. Where was he? You wanted nothing more than to be there with him now, to wrap him up in your arms and never let him go.

The team winced as you weeped so brokenly, the sound shattering their hearts.

You’d never understood, not really. As much as you wanted to, despite your best attempts, you never could grasp the layers of Sasuke’s pain. If only you’d been able to. If only you knew the storm that was building inside of him, leaving him restless and agitated, desperate for the carnage to end. You wish you knew that he couldn’t stand it, the way that every beat of his heart left him in pure agony.

Was there a way you could have made his heart beat better?

Every night, you saw Sasuke in your dreams, his back to you as he left. You lived it over and over and over again.

”Sasuke,” You called for the first time, watching him pause, but not turning to look at you. “Before you go… Was there something I could have said or done? To make it all stop hurting?” You waited for an answer that never came. Sasuke stood there for a few more moments before he walked away, disappearing into darkness.

You guessed you would never know.

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newtonsheffield · 3 years ago

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Can you tell us how Edmund reacts to his son being a complete idiot in love ?🥺

Oh Edmund thinks it's VERY sweet that his son is such a human disaster around Kate.

(I'm gonna stick to my teen AU for this because we're actually getting some Edmund POV eventually in When Anthony met Kate)

Edmund cannot stop chuckling to himself when he comes home and sees Anthony studying for Geography, practically hanging off every word Kate says. It's only later that he remembers Anthony doesn't even take Geography. And it's really very sweet when Anthony wins his Rugby games and he happily spins his not girlfriend around as she wears his spare Jersey. And the way Anthony's ears go red when he puts her down and stands in front of her his hands in his hair nervously is very endearing. As Edmund finds himself whispering "Kiss her, mate! Go on, you can do it!" Supporting his son from a distance, wincing as Anthony slips on the wet grass, Katie Sheffield's arms darting out to catch him only to be dragged down with him. "Oh you've slipped over. That's okay too you can get her next time." And as sweet as it is that Anthony seems a little head over heels in love with Katie, it's also a little worrying because Anthony is the kind of kid who devotes himself 100% to something, and he will see t through until the bitter end. and that's a little worrying because Anthony's 17 and when he eventually does stumble out the words to ask the girl out they seem very... committed is probably the best word, and Edmund can hardly judge because he met Violet at 18 and they fell stupidly in love and everyone said they were too young as well. But it's very different to watch your child do the same.

now some of you were asking for Edmund and Violet's side of Anthony's impromptu little sleepover so here it is

At first, Edmund hadn't noticed anything amiss on Saturday morning. He'd risen early, to Hyacinth crying softly in her crib and told Violet to go back to sleep. He'd done, as he usually did and checked on his younger children as he made his way through the corridor, Gregory leaping from bed, his little glasses shoved on his face excitedly as he clambered onto Edmund's shoulders to go downstairs and make pancakes for everyone else. And maybe it made him a bad parent, but he usually left his older boys to their own devices until they meandered downstairs after 9. They were getting older, Anthony was practically an adult now, and they deserved some privacy, Edmund remembered a little too well what it was like to be a teenage boy.

And so until Violet walked downstairs and frowned when she saw him, he didn't assume there was anything wrong. "Are you here? I thought you'd gone out?" Edmund himself frowned, his voice bewildered "No? Why would you assume that?" "The car's not in the drive." and Edmund's heart stopped, his eyes darting around the kitchen looking for the keys he was sure he had left on the counter. Nothing. Panic rising in his chest as he looked for signs that anything else had been taken again nothing. "Fuck! have we been robbed?!" Edmund said gesturing around a little wildly with his spatula ignoring Gregory's chirped Swear Jar Daddy!

Violet shrugged calmly, she was always calm when it mattered, walked from the room, no doubt to look around and let out a noise halfway between a squeal and a sigh. Panic racing through Edmund, his heart pounding as he rushed through the house. "What happened?!" He said a little breathlessly, frowning a little when he saw Violet looking down at her phone of all things. "Well I think we know where the car is." She said lightly, passing the phone to Edmund. He looked curiously down at it, his stomach doing an odd little flutter when he recognised Anthony's yoda pyjamas, his hair sticking up in all directions in the most adorable embrace with his girlfriend Edmund had ever seen.

"I should be cross, but that's really very sweet." Violet said sighing a little, and honestly Edmund had to agree but even with the innocence of the situation he'd have to talk to Anthony. His own phone rang minutes later the name Tom Sheffield flashing on the screen. Edmund took a deep breath, bracing himself to deal with the irate father of a teenage girl who thought his son was some kind of sex pest.

"Hi Tom." Edmund said as he picked up the phone wincing a little. "Edmund, you need to have a chat with that boy of yours about respecting boundaries! And when it’s appropriate to be found in a girl’s bed by her father!” Thomas Sheffield said irritatedly by way of greeting. Edmund winced, well that wasn't ideal, Anthony would be lucky if he wasn't banned from the Sheffield home altogether. "Mate, I'm so sorry, we had no idea he was going to go over there and try anything. I'm sorry if you feel Katie's been disrespected. Do you think they were...?" He cut himself off unable to ask the question.

“No, they didn’t bless him he had his yoda pyjamas on and it was very sweet actually but still!” Thomas sighed. Edmund cleared his throat, a little relieved that he at least didn't have to apologise for his son having defiled his girlfriend (all normal teen behaviour of course) in an environment where her younger sister could have walked in at any time. "Right, Well I'll be talking to Anthony about this, Sorry again." Another sigh, "Obviously don't tell him I said this, I want him to be a little frightened of me, but he's a good kid and I don't think he was trying anything. Katie gets a little... stressed when it rains and think he was just trying to comfort her. You've raised a good kid Edmund." Edmund's heart pounding as he said "Thanks Tom, Your Katie's a great girl."

By the time Anthony arrived home, Edmund was waiting for him in the kitchen the rest of the family distracted by Violet upstairs, and the poor boy looked miserable. "Your Mother and I were worried sick, son." And they had been for 45 seconds, about the car mostly but even so. Anthony ducked his head his cheeks burning. "I wasn't trying to...It wasn't like that. Katie just... she called me and she was really nervous because of the storm and Dad, I didn't know what else to do I just wanted to help her." His voice sounded small, weak. and Edmund's heart ached at the innocence of it all. At the sweetness of the boy he'd raised. He sighed. "And I get that Anthony, it's very admirable. But Mate, you can't sneak into people's houses. Or out of this one without letting Mum and Me know okay? We were just worried something had happened." Anthony nodded, silence filling the room. Edmund cleared his throat awkwardly for the next part. "Anthony, when we like girls, or boys, or anyone, It's pretty normal to want to-" Anthony looked up a little appalled. "Dad, Please! I know all of this! And I'm- we're not-" Anthony spluttered his cheeks bright red.

Edmund cleared his throat again awkwardly. "I'm not trying to embarrass you, Anthony, but sex is normal but your Mother and want you to be safe so she wanted me to give you these." He slid a box of condoms towards his son, his own cheeks burning in embarrassment, almost as much as Anthony's. "Dad," He whined, "Why can't you just tell me not to like a normal Dad?!" His eyes were fixed on his slippers. "because that doesn't work Mate, and if you're going to be in a relationship, you're going to protect yourself and her." Silence again before Anthony nodded.

"Good. Now get upstairs but remember Anthony, we respect women in this family. You ask for consent before you touch her and you listen to what she says." Edmund finished firmly. Anthony, who had turned away his cheeks burning suddenly looked back at Edmund with an incredibly intense look on his face. "Dad, I respect Katie. I think I love her, actually, I'd never do anything to hurt her." And as he watched Anthony walk quietly upstairs Edmund wondered if maybe he wasn't such a bad parent after all.

#a slamming screen door #teenage!kathony #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #edmund bridgerton #violet bridgerton #edmund and violet raised a respectful king #he had respect women juice for breakfast #every day #molly's asks and answers

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years ago

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(This is the only time I'll let a comment/reply suggest a story. Only because @mr-walkingrainbow really seemed like they were having a hard time suggesting their drabble for some reason)

Rainstorm Confessions

Eda sat in the living room of the Owl House, wistfully staring at the grom photo of her, Luz, and King. When she heard the front door open, she quickly and discreetly shoved the picture back in her hair so her spouse could notice anything.

"Ok, the rain shield is now in place and ready for the worst," Raine announced, dusting off their hands as if the job was strenuous in any way.

"Still don't know why you're so worked up about it raining? The weather oracles said there was about a ten-percent chance that it would."

"Better to be safe than sorry," Raine shrugged as they sat next to their wife, "Now, do you want to tell me why that photo is bothering you?"

Eda's cocky grin drooped to a grimace at that comment.

"I was kind of hoping you didn't notice."

"What did we promise each other?"

"...No more secrets."

"So?" Raine prompted, allowing Eda a chance to breathe out a sigh before speaking.

"I just miss the kids," she muttered.

"You're talking as if they're dead," Raine grinned, trying to make the mood light, "Luz and King are just a scroll call away from a visit, you know?"

"I know, but it's more than that. Taking care of those two gave me...purpose. Like, I could actually do something worthwhile with my own life."

"You're life is worthwhile. And even though Luz is with her mom and King is with his dad, I'm positive that they'll always come to you for things that count. Like, for instance, how to properly deal with a bully that doesn't involve a duel to the death."

Eda couldn't help the chuckle that came from that.

"Nah, that's probably the first thing I'd suggest," she said, "Still, I see your point. Doesn't mean I don't miss them both like crazy, though. And, to tell you the truth, it's the noise that I miss the most, surprisingly enough. It's kinda unsettling at times with how quiet it gets around here."

"Oh, well, if it's noise that you want, I can easily take care of that," with a twirl of their finger, Raine summoned their violin. Already putting two and two together, Eda allowed herself to sit back and let Raine play away, the melody already causing their living room to radiate with magic. It was a peaceful domestic moment that either witch adored, ultimately resulting in Eda closing her eyes in pure bliss.

Only for the sound of thunder to cause Raine to break their violin strings, thus bringing the peace to an end. The ear-piercing noise was enough to make Eda's eyes burst wide open, to then see that her spouse seemed equally unsettled.

"I guess you were right about that whole 'safe than sorry' thing, huh?" Eda cracked.

Raine nodded.

"Still, that doesn't mean you're allowed to say, 'I told you so,' or anything."

"Sure," Raine said numbly, this time making Eda the one who's worried about her partner. Although, it didn't take long for her worry to slowly morph into cockiness once she figured out what could be the issue.

"Raine, you wouldn't happen to still be afraid of rainstorms, are you?"

Raine gave their full attention to Eda, looking appalled.

"Me? No. Of course not!"

Another thunderclap was heard, causing Raine to jump out of their seat and into Eda's arms. It didn't take long for the bard to notice that Eda's grin only became smarmier.

"You sure you're not scared?"

"...It's liquid death from the sky!" They exclaimed, "It is totally normal to be afraid of it, so don't you dare think that I'm the weird one in this scenario!! In fact, I've met several witches in the bard coven who were just as scared as I am about rain on the Isles."

Despite the attempt, Eda still cackled.

"Don't worry, Rainestorm," she made extra sure to emphasize the nickname for irony's sake. "The big-bad Owl Lady is going to make sure you're safe and sound."

"I'm not a child, Eda!" Raine defended, a flush glowing on their cheeks, "I am a grown adult. I don't need protecting."

And the sound of thunder rang out again, causing Raine to furtherly hold tight onto Eda.

"Nope! Nevermind! Please protect me!"

Eda's smile was warm thanks to that remark. She slowly slid back on the couch, taking Raine down with her, so they both can lay down and relax in each other's arms. Or, in Eda's case, try to make sure her spouse didn't have a heart attack at the next slew of thunderstorms.

And even though she still misses her kids, she's still glad she wouldn't miss a moment like this ever again.

#the owl house #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #raeda #the hiatus of drabbles

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lilyclawthorne · 3 years ago

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Escaping Expulsion Thoughts (once again very stream of conscious-like while i rewatched the episode so there’s a bunch of stuff here)

i fucking knew odalia was gonna be an oracle, i knew and i hate that for her family. i’m not sure if this necklace thing is specifically a form of oracle magic or not but im assuming it is, and either way the second i saw it happen that made my stomach twist. the fact that she just keeps this direct line to her daughter at all times feels so disturbing

so, i get that the joke with glyph lessons here is that eda and lilith are probably acting the exact same way they did when they were younger, but it does also feel a little odd for me. in my post for episode 1 i talked about how it felt like lilith probably missed the structure of the coven, and maybe even having an authority figure, and it does concern me a bit that it could be projected on to luz here.

also, i saw someone mention that they thought lilith could be regressing a bit, which is interesting seeing as she’s been in the coven since basically being a child and now that she’s out, she could be going backwards because that was probably the last time she had a personality of her own instead of one that was carefully crafted to be socially acceptable for others. and to be fair, the few moments in season 1 when we see glimpses into the true lilith, she is pretty childish.

anyways lilith has such pretty handwriting i love it

gus!! witch puberty!! do not worry buddy eda will get your name eventually. probably.

amity went out and murdered those fairies for luz didn’t she

i need to know why the heck bump has no choice in the matter of the expulsion. typically a pta (or pca in this case) wouldn’t have power that much stronger than the principa?? so i wonder if the blights have something over bump, or if its even just something such as donation money they’d withdraw

odalia blight you gaslighting bitch “I’m appalled you’re not in class right now what are you thinking” YOU MADE HER COME HERE

PLEASE i know gus and willow are sad here but the whole “live off the land” thing and “water you one last time, with my tears” are so fucking funny ok

GO LUZ, YOU TELL OFF ODALIA

i feel like alador doesn’t really care what’s going on and just wants to be back home making his abomination inventions, also he seems to have an affinity for different creatures as well which is an interesting detail

i love that willow stated they would get back in on their own right in front of alador and odalia. these people fucked up her friendship and caused her a lot of trouble that she shouldn’t have had to deal with so i love that she’s unafraid to speak like that in front of them

between the first & second episode, and some of the seasons trailer, it seems like Lilith may have an affinity for ice magic? which is interesting seeing as eda was always a fan of her “spicy toss” aka some fire magic. interesting to see the two of them as fire & ice basically

i LOVE how much bump loves luz, willow, and gus. it’s kinda really sweet, but again it feels so concerning that he had no choice in the matter. makes me think he’s more likely to eventually rebel against the standards that have been in place for so long at some point. (also abominations coven for bump!! interesting!! i appreciate seeing the coven marks included on the adults so far)

what is it with these kids and being dragged off by their hoods in this episode

love that the blights address includes “right arm”, also i took a quick look up of the word “bruegal” which is boulevard they live on, and it’s probably just a coincidence but the first google result was actually for a european think tank that specializes in economics

yknow i actually have wondered about layering glyphs on top of each other and making a super glyph the way eda did, so good to know that would NOT work out

luz you’re really gonna give the blights their own flowers??????

it goes by so fast but please take a moment to take in and appreciate the design of that blight entry room/living room-esque area and it’s combination of abomination and oracle decor. also the blight family portrait.

i could talk about alador and odalia and their relationship dynamic here, when luz is meeting with them, but i think it’s best to save for the end, but i will say i don’t think it’s just odalia controlling everything (though she does control a lot) and alador just suffering and being silent.

the more i stare at odalia’s hair the more i feel like she has an odd receding hairline

love that the abomination kept the cat shape luz gave it and that amity knew immediately from that

WILLOW’S DADS!!! I LOVE THEM! I love how much they want their daughter to have a great education even if they have to be the ones to do it! (even if it could come across as a little intense) Although, the fact that they’re prepared to teach plant magic to her makes me question why they put her in abominations once again. (wish we could’ve gotten a glimpse of their coven marks!)

odalia is definitely the one who handles more of the parenting and alador is more distant. at least that’s what i get based on the twins specifying to amity not to tell their mom specifically

absolutely insane that odalia is just letting the abomiton destroy the whole place to kill a child

“stay away from my luz!” oh my god,ohmy GOD

i like how lilith can’t tell if these are normal noises or distress ones. really sums up life in the owl house. also lilith? kicking doors in?? this combined with “I AM A WITCH, UNHINGED” tells me she’ll be as chaotic as the rest of the owl house in no time and i am here for it.

the music when amity jumps in to protect luz is absolutely killing it here i need a soundtrack now

YES AMITY DESTROY THE NECKLACE (and oh god please don’t let odalia give you something even harder to remove or destroy)

Luz is blushing!! The feelings are starting to be returned!!!

“Luz, Willow, and Gus are my friends!” love it. love the open declaration. love that she’s telling her mother off. love that i have something to check off my bingo board already.

okay, i know a lot of people have already suggested that alador is smiling here because he can tell luz and amity like each other, but i’m pretty sure it’s only because he’s noticing how much amity’s magic has grown and improved

small detail but i love the smoke from the units order sign filling the background while odalia is fuming herself

oh? alador has had the ability to tell odalia off and successfully calm her down this whole time? and chose not to use it till now? yeah he sucks too. he very clearly has a plan for amity as much as odalia does as well, but he’s much better at seeing the long-term goal

“the glyph combo, copyright me, lilith” im screaming, lilith you DORK

ok i really wish eda or lilith asked where luz had been. i’d kill for these sisters to go off about how much they hated the alador and odalia in school, as well as threaten to hurt them for hurting luz.

the statue lilith made and her reaction to the gold star she received re-emphasizes my concern about her need for approval and for an authority figure. (ok but her noise at the gold star WAS very cute tho)

alright lets get down to business on the blight parents. so far i definitely do not view their relationship as being one-sided with odalia in control. honestly, i think they do have a sense of mutual respect for the other. to me it seems like all alador really wants to do is focus on his work and nothing else, and odalia seems not only more than happy to let him do so, but willing to take care of everything else the company needs, and he seems fine with that and going along with whatever because he only has to do his part. and clearly his abomination tech combined with her showmanship/advertising (and honestly probably some oracle magic) has clearly made them successful.

so what im saying is that i think their power in their relationship is actually pretty balanced, if it looks otherwise that’s just because that’s how they best function together, with odalia being more forward and alador being more distant, and therefore they’re very much both to blame for shitty parenting.

also I know some people have joked about the blight family name coming from odalia (which is also a dumb joke like why is it funny if the family name comes from the woman and not the man) but anyways I definitely do think blight is aladors family name and odalia married in simply because he takes the whole blights keep up their end of the deal thing much more seriously than odalia. probably something that’s been taught to him since he was a kid yknow, whereas she was super ready to ignore it when it inconvenienced her.

as for the very final scene with them and the golden guard, i had an interpretation of it that i saw, but it seems that everyone else ive see react to it so far saw something different than me so maybe i’m just plain wrong. but like, i have this feeling that maybe the blight parents, while they do want power, might not be as aligned with the emperor and his coven as we may think?? not saying they’re good people, just that there could be more going on here. but idk, i’ve seen no one else interpret it that way yet so i won’t go off about it unless either someone wants to know more of what i thought or if i ever actually make myself get around to making a separate post about it.

#the owl house #owl house #toh #escaping expulsion

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portsidewonderland · 3 years ago

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Okay, I’ve been wanting to write this for the last three weeks, but I’m finally - finally - sitting down to do just that.

First, I’m a Rogan shipper. I’ve been a Rogan shipper for the last 20 years, but in that time, I’ve grown, I’ve experienced my own sense of love, and I’m a writer so I’d like to think I’m familiar with structure, characterization, and the like.

Second, I’m focused on the film franchise, strictly speaking. Just wanted to make sure that is clear.

Having said that, when I discuss how utterly wrong the X-Men franchise is, I’m talking about from a story standpoint. When I speak of Logan and Rogue, if that ship isn’t your jam, fine, but the points I make still stand.

Finally, spoiler alert for all of the movies.

Okay, I think we’re ready to jump in.

1. After the first movie, everyone forgot the heart of what made the first movie so special: Wolverine & Rogue

I don’t necessarily mean together. I mean, the movie focused primarily on Logan’s story and Rogue’s story. It was told through THEIR POV. This is important because, essentially, we’re asked to connect with these two characters AND WE DO.

The dialogue, the acting, and their stories (which reflect each other’s as well as stand on their own) draw us in and we are hooked.

Even the critics thought some of the best scenes are the ones Logan and Marie share together. Multiple critics discuss chemistry, how they add to the scene, etc.

Regardless of whether you ship them or not, there’s a compelling story between the two. This vulnerable, slip of a girl is the most powerful X-men out there (or one of) and this growly, fierce angry, broken man who’s been alone for so long that out of everyone he’s met and seen, THIS girl brings him to his knees.

And it’s because she isn’t scared of him.

Even after watching him beat the shit out of his opponent, even after seeing the claws threaten humans and slice through a barrel of a gun, she still thinks, I can trust him.

And when he catches her in his trailer, she STILL isn’t afraid of him. She gives him lip. She calls him out on his shit.

That’s how she manages to slide through the cracks.

And that is BEAUTIFUL.

I’m not here to talk about the performances, but Jesus Christ, I love this scene so damn much. The chemistry RADIATES. The glances, the confusion, the curiosity, and the attraction. (Sorry not sorry, it’s there on both parts, I’ll die on this hill.)

Anyway, the first movie is about how this girl brings the savage, feral Wolverine to his knees. How she gets him to STAY. How she gets him to open up.

Yes, Logan wants info on his past, but he’s staying for Marie. We all know it.

When he threatens Jean after first waking up, Jean is scared. And for good reason, obviously.

But Logan STABS Marie with his claws, and guess what? She’s still not scared of him. She’s worried about him.

This is THEIR story.

Do you really think Wolverine is going to go running around in leather for anyone but Marie? Yeah, I don’t think so. I mean, he literally STABS HIMSELF IN THE CHEST to free himself and get to her.

He PROMISES her that he’d take care of her. Do you think Wolverine bullshits? Hell no, he doesn’t.

And that’s why....

2. The whole Jean thing was just not great.

Okay, can I tell you something?

I don’t see Jean as a sympathetic character. She’s engaged to Scott and suddenly, Wolverine comes strolling in and she can’t get her shit together?

I mean, okay, I get it, let’s be real.

But Scott isn’t a bad guy. He nay be a dick, but he treats Jean well. Because we’re not in Cyclops’ or Jean’s head, we as the audience don’t see any marital/romantic issues between them. Hence, when Jean gets flustered by Wolverine to the point where she lets him goad her into reading his mind, she knows what she’s doing. She likes it. She likes Logan’s attention.

Not because she likes Logan.

(I read this fic where basically Jean tells Logan he could have been anybody, and I thought that was so perfect)

But because he’s giving her attention. He makes her feel desired.

And she leads him on.

Right there, I don’t like her, and I think that’s why a lot of Rogan shippers don’t like her is that she has no problem toying not only with Logan’s feelings, but with Scott’s.

But that’s not even the worst part of this.

At the end, when Logan asks for Marie and Jean makes her comment, she adds, “I think she’s taken with you.”

Like - why would Jean say that? Why mention it?

That’s petty ass shit right there.

To me, what she’s trying to do is align herself with Logan as adults and belittle Marie for having a little crush on him. Like it’s so juvenile.

And the worst line of this whole movie is when he says, “Tell her my heart belongs to another.”

Want to know why?

Because the writers/director haven’t SHOWN this. This line is forced here to TELL the audience that we should be shipping Jean and Wolverine. It’s sloppy writing. It tells me they think the audience are idiots.

Really, Logan?

Jean has your heart even though you completely go against Tall Dark and Feral to pick up a girl, then stay at the school with her, leave a fucking mansion to bring her back, make a promise to her, go after her after she’s kidnapped, stab yourself in the chest, fling yourself on the Statue of Liberty AND RISK YOUR FUCKING LIFE TO SAVE ROGUE’S JUST BY TOUCHING HER and you want me to believe your heart belongs to Jean????

Please, tell me, why the FUCK should I buy that?

Oh, because they’re the same age?

LOL no.

Anyway, I didn’t like Jean’s characterization because of that. Because she’s leading people on, because she needs to put down Marie’s feelings after her ordeal because of her insecurity, because of it all.

Which is why I’ll never ship them together.

Logan is at his worst when he’s around Jean.

Anyway.

And Jean is just the worst.

3. They took something meaningful and they fucked it

Logan promises to take care of Rogue. Do you know important that is for both of them as individuals and their relationship?

Rogue only goes back because of Logan. Not for anyone else. Not even Bobby. She comes back, she stays, for Logan.

Where do we see that after the second movie?

He’s so goddamned focused on Jean, on everything about her, that he barely notices that Rogue is ready to get the cure.

I’m GLAD they got a scene together. Because of their looks.

I am.

But shit.

It’s like Logan has completely forgotten all about Rogue, and I’m sorry, but after that first movie, I just can’t buy that.

I can buy that he leaves to check out his past. The dog tag scene is one of my absolute favorites. That’s perfect. Makes sense.

(Also, side note: Fic is so beautiful about this but he isn’t afraid to touch her. Like, he doesn’t HAVE to play with her hair but he does. It’s playful and flirty. It IS. He could have just said he liked her hair BUT HE HAD TO TOUCH IT. And this is HUGE for Rogue because honestly SHE’S afraid to touch and of herself but if Logan isn’t afraid, she stops being afraid - if that makes sense.)

But seriously? He’s not calling the mansion, not writing to Rogue?

I don’t believe that for one second.

This is why I will never watch The Wolverine after that first time (I refuse especially after the director said he was contemplating adding Rogue at the end and didn’t and FUCK EVERYTHING.) because he just leaves because he’s upset about fucking JEAN

I’m sorry but the Wolverine isn’t ABOUT Jean.

If that was the case, we should have had point of views between Logan and Jean in the first movie, not Rogue.

We should have SEEN their development, but we didn’t.

We’re TOLD it.

I’m sorry, but how do you want me to believe that the big bad Wolverine runs off to Japan because he’s sad about Jean? Like, so he’s just going to leave Rogue alone with all of those threats? Are you fucking kidding me?

Show them keeping in touch or SOMETHING. You can’t expect me to see such a huge transformation arc in Logan in the first movie that just gets shit on in every other movie (besides the second). Because that makes Wolverine look like a big, gigantic ASSHOLE and I get that he’s supposed to be that way, but NOT with Rogue.

Which is why Days of Future Past pisses me off as much of the rest them (I’m only discussing the Rogue Cut because I refuse to acknowledge that Bryan Singer - who gave us the first movies - regulated Rogue to such a fucking small cameo.) because Rogue was treated as garbage.

Now, I’m going to assume Logan doesn’t know about what really happened to Rogue because no one told him. But honestly? If he cares about Rogue the way I know he does, he should be asking about her every single time he and Xavier talk.

I love that Logan can sense Rogue when she steps in to help. I love that Rogue refuses to let go of Logan’s mind even in the heart of danger (@bigfrogbestfrogs has an awesome breakdown of these scenes). But I’m appalled at how Kitty is chosen before Rogue? Like, even when coming up with the idea for this movie, why not involve Rogue more?

I refuse to discuss Bobby and her together at the end.

Fuck that.

4. The timelines

Look, I’m not even going to go into the shit that is the timelines.

But honestly?

Fuck everything about that.

I get Singer wanted to retcon X3, but I don’t care.

Based on Apocalypse, the future still sucks so everything failed and then the movie LOGAN takes that shit and amplifies it.

5. LOGAN (the movie)

I’m sorry, but this movie is amazing in some ways and sucks in others.

Want to know why?

Because it takes everything about what made the first movie great and emphasized it.

Laura is too young to be a love interest, so clearly, it’s paternal, and I’m here for it.

But there are so many parallels between logan and Laura and Logan and Rogue that for Logan not to say anything or feel anything in a way tgat tells the audience he’s feeling something just boggles my mind.

Even if he carried HER picture or played with the dog tags and thought of her, something that shows the audience he remembers her, dammit, and she MEANT something to him.

But FUCK how could he NOT?

And that’s why the scene where he’s reading that comic book and he sees himself saving Rogue is so poignant.

Because his gaze lingers.

I mean, obviously I’m assuming she’s dead (which is bullshit but whatever). But still.

And then when he’s dying and Laura is holding his hands and you get that prophecy of him dying with his heart in his hand and I loved how they paired it with the Logan and Rogue song. I loved that callback.

And if the films in between them weren’t such shit, it would be enough.

But it’s not enough for me.

There was so much potential and everything got shit on and it angers me soooo much.

Anyway.

That’s me venting.

Luckily we have so many talented Rogan fic writers and that our ship has survived 20 years.

But still.

What could have been...

Shit.

#logan x marie #wolverine x rogue #Logan x rogue #Wolverine x Marie #Anna Marie #wolverine

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