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Till THE DEAD do us part| Chapter 10

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

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Chapter 10: I’d carry it proudly

Summary: Y/N and Daryl get in the woods to practice some archery. Daryl gets to know more about Y/N, but she also wants to know about him. Things get heated between them.

Warning: light swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of psychological abuse, past trauma, mentions of pregnancy, Rick being an annoying big bro, make out session, smut, kisses, fingering, dry humping, Daryl’s almost a sex educator in this one. Minors do not interact. 18+ (Let me know if I forgot anything)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 7,961

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love. ALSO, this is my first smut in English, so I hope it’s not too bad.

“Ready for yer crossbow lessons?” Daryl asked sitting by your side to have breakfast.

“I was born ready, babe.” You answered before shoving some eggs on your mouth. “But if I’m not good at it, the fault is gonna be on the teacher.”

“Let me guess, and if ya’re good is just ‘cause ya’re a pro on everything.” He answered, raising a brown and with a smirk on his face.

“Of course, I have my own merits.” You elbowed him playfully. “Where are we going to practice?”

“Thought ‘bout going into the woods and making some targets in different places and distances. Think it’ll be good to teach ya.” He said starting to eat.

“And how’s your wound? Do you think it’s safe to go?” You asked concern in your voice.

“It’s good, not as painful as befor’” he said, but he didn’t say it didn’t have pain at all. “ ‘sides that, we aren’t going on Nervous Nelly and I have ya to cover my back. I guess we’re jus’ fine.”

You finished eating and then went to prepare everything for leaving the farm to train, you changed your clothes and took your gun and knife to go. You left Luna with Carl and headed to Daryl’s camp, apparently he didn’t want to leave the place. He told you he didn’t want to be annoyed, you questioned how come you could be around and he didn’t had an answer he just grunted, or he didn’t had the courage to tell you he didn’t want you there too or you were the only one he tolerated.

He was ready and waiting for you when you arrived, after that you went in the direction of the woods, walking side by side. The weather was still a little bit warm, but it was starting to have a cold breeze, which means fall and winter were on their way. In the old world, you used to enjoy this seasons, but now you weren’t so sure about it, cause you didn’t know if you would have a roof to be when the really cold weather came.

“That day, did ya think I was going to beat Carol?” Daryl surprised you with a question, bringing you back from your thoughts.

“No, not at all. But I must confess you scared me a little. Beating women just doesn’t sounds like you. I’d never think that.” You said, your hand tentatively brushing on his while you two walked.

“Was… the bastard that hurt you like Ed?” Wow, you didn’t really see that coming. Did he thought your reaction had something to do with it? Did you look so angry that day that he thought it was related to past traumas? Well, maybe it was a little but either way, you think you’d not let he treat anyone that didn’t deserved like that, in the same way you’d not permit anyone to treat him like that.

“Not exactly…” You touched a tree while you were passing. “The psychological abuse? Yes, but he never laid a finger on me. The only time he tried was when we broke up, well, I broke up with him, but luck me we were at Rick’s for a family barbecue and Shane happened to be just passing by the living room. So you must imagine how it all ended.” You didn’t like to talk much about it, but with Daryl seemed just right… Like he’d not judge you or take the guys side how many misogynists men would do.

“I’m sure he deserved all the special treatment Shane gave him.” Even talking with you he observed everything around you, what made you impressed on how he could focus so perfectly on two things.

“You should see, he got worse than Ed.” You took a deep breath, you just wished you could forget everything about him, about that time and about all the words you used to hear from him.

“Nothing that he ever told ya is true.” He brushed his hand against your and caught your pinky on his.

“How could you know?” You observed the dried leaves you were stepping along the way.

“ ‘cause I know ya.” He simply said, for him it was enough and on his mind nothing would ever justify the abuse someone suffered, he could understand it better than anyone.

“He was a sick son of bitch.” You took a glance at your intertwined pinkies and couldn’t help but give a small smile.

“For sure, he had an incurable case of small dick.” You weren’t expecting this sassy remark, but stopping to think it really sounded like something Daryl would say. You couldn’t hold the laugh, he wasn’t completely wrong… Not that you had seen too many dicks in your life, Paul had been your first and only boyfriend being with him during the late high school years, college and a little bit after it, so his dick was the only one you had seen officially speaking, but you already watched porn and his were kind of small if you compared, not even medium to be honest. “By the laugh, I know I’m right.”

“Now, that you already made I confess my darkest secrets, I think it’s fair if you tell me something about you.” You said, you actually didn’t know what to ask, there was so many things you wanted to know about him, but you also didn’t want to pass the limits.

“I think it’s good here.” He stopped in front of a group of trees that conveniently were organized by mother nature transversally and would be perfect for the practice. “How about ya do yer best on our training and if ya do good, I answer whatever shit ya want to know.”

“Deal. Be prepared to answer me whatever I want.”

He got a hammer from his bag and some nails, with it he nailed four wood boards, one in which tree. He was really prepared for the lesson and got you impressed. After nailing the last wood board he came to you.

“First, let’s talk about position. Ya know how to shot a gun, a rifle too. It’s a bit similar.” He took his crossbow and handed it to you, then he positioned himself behind you. “Keep yer legs a bit apart from the other.” He signaled with his feet touching yours to show how it should be. “Now the posture, keep yer spine straight, shoulders to the back.” He placed a hand on your back and with the other hand he pushed one of your shoulders to show where it should be. His hands were so warm that you could feel it even with some layers of clothing. “Now, show me how ya hold a rifle.” You hold the crossbow just like if you were going to shoot a rifle. He covered your arms with his and put his hands on top of yours just positioning it a bit better. “Good, that’s it.” He said by your ear, his lips almost touching you, you could even feel his stubble, sending chills throughout all of your body. “Now if ya wanna have a good shot ya need to look here.” He pointed the middle of the weapon. “When ya see where ya wanna shoot, just press here. Just like a gun.”

“And now?” You asked, almost not breathing, aware of his presence and trying to remain like he said.

“Now you need to learn how to put an arrow in the bow.” He distanced himself from you and you almost cried for losing the contact.

“It can’t be hard, right?” You asked relaxing and pulling at the cord from the crossbow, it was very strong, you’d need to use some force to do it.

“If ya have strong arms it isn’t.” He said. “Gimme it here.”

He took the bow and showed you how you had to pull the cord and then the arrow. It looked so easy with him doing it, like it was nothing.

“Now, ya try.” He handed you the bow back.

You needed to use all your strength to do it, but you did and you didn’t complain in any moment even though you felt a light pain on your arm.

“Try to aim at the middle of the boards, the middle is the walker brain. Too much for the sides and it means the arrow missed.” He said, leaning on a tree that was behind you.

“Are you making unrealistic rules so I can’t ask you your deepest secrets later?” You questioned while positioning yourself to shoot for the first time.

“Nah, I just don’t want ya to be a shitty archer. Ya can thank me later.” He said unamused.

“Well, let’s start then.” It couldn’t be too different than a gun, right? He even said it himself.

You aimed at the first tree, the one that was closer. Daryl made the rule that you could just move to the others when you hit at least close to the middle of the board. You concentrated yourself, took a breath and shot it hitting the extreme left of the board, so the arrow fell a little after the tree. You huffed disappointed and went ahead to get the arrow back. When you turned back, you saw a smirk on Daryl’s face.

“What are you smirking about?” You asked him, you wanted to know what was so funny.

“Ya thought it would be super easy, didn’t ya?” He had a mocking smile on his lips and you wanted to punch him and at the same time kiss his handsome sexy lips.

“I didn’t. BUT I expected I would at least hit close since I aimed at the middle of the thing.” You protested, you were good at shooting and you knew it would take a lot of work from anyone that wanted to be an archer like Daryl.

You prepared the bow one more time to shoot again, honestly now you could get why Daryl’s arms were so muscular, pulling the cord everyday all day was a damn work out. You positioned yourself once again to aim at the target.

“I know ya said, ya didn’t like him like that. But, don’t ya think Shane like ya?” Daryl asked, trying to sound cool as it wasn’t a question running on his mind for a long period of time. First he had thought about it back at the quarry, while you two got close he would receive nasty looks from Shane, as if he hated him. Then he started to return the same looks, and still today he would receive the stares from Shane. When you told your story about your ex, he couldn’t help but question if Shane did what he did because you were like a little sister or because he liked you in a different way.

“Really? Now are you trying to make me lose my concentration?” You got out of position to look back at him.

“No, ya don’t have time to concentrate when there’s a walker coming. Go back to yer position, continue aiming at the target and answer ma question.” He answered gesturing with his hand for you to get back to the job.

“Bossy…” you murmured turning back to the target. “Now you owe me 2 questions.”

“Whatever.”

“No, he never looked at me like that, I guess.” You positioned your body in the correct way again. “I’m 6 years younger than them, or something like this, which means when they started to get into girls, I was still a kid. They babysat me and used the cute little sister card to impress the girls. So, nah.”

“But ya grew.” He gnawed his finger nervously praying that you didn’t look back. He listened to your heavy sigh, then you shot the target and were able to hit a little bit more on the inside, but still not close enough to the center.

“Well, in case you didn’t notice, he’s not exactly afraid of Rick. So if he wanted, he would have made a move.” You answered taking the arrow back from the board. “And, I’d have refused as I already told you before I never liked him like that.”

You were preparing once again the arrow to shoot, he said nothing. The same way he wished he should have kept his mouth shut back that day in the woods in the quarry. But once again he was relieved knowing not only you had no interest in Shane, but Shane had no interest in you.

“Is Daryl Dixon jealous?” You asked aiming at the target one more time and shoot hitting almost the middle of the target.

He took your success on hitting the target as an excuse to not answer your question, because he’d not admit he was indeed Jealous. “Congrats Pup, ya killed the walker. Now move to the next target.”

“And you are not answering my question.” You said while moving to be in front of the second target.

“I’ll answer when ya finish hitting the targets.” He answered grumpy as if he wasn’t the one making personal questions.

“You better do.” You said and shot an arrow on the second target.

You continued training with the bow, every time you changed for a target in a more distant tree it would get more difficult to hit the board and took more time from you to get close to the middle. From time to time Daryl would come to you and help to correct your posture. When you got to the last tree it was taking a little longer from you to hit the target, more because your arms were tired and sore from pulling the cord on the crossbow many times.

You had already lost count on how many shots you had on the fourth and last target. You could tell Daryl your arms were aching and that you wanted to stop, and you were sure he wouldn’t mind. But you didn’t want to give up and go back defeated, also you were expecting you could make some questions to him. There was so many things you wanted to know that you weren’t even sure what to ask. You decided to give yourself 5 chances to hit the board, if you didn’t succeed you’d give up and tell Daryl you’d try another day.

You shot one time, too high. Another one, too low. You tried a third time and it hit on the right side, not too distant from the border, but not exactly close to the middle. You took a deep breath, aimed at the target and shot hitting it almost in the middle. “YEAH!” You shouted jumping in excitement. “Did you see D.? I got it!”

You jumped at him letting the crossbow fall to the ground. You were so happy to achieve the goal that he couldn’t help but smile at you. When you threw yourself at him both of you lost the balance and fell to the ground, you on top of him. He let out a groan feeling pain in his still in recovery wound.

“Oh my gosh, D. I’m sorry. Are you ok?” You asked looking worriedly at him. “Let me check if the stitches are ok.”

He held your hand before you could put it under his shirt and lift it. “I’m ok. I don’t feel blood dripping from my injuries. Don’t need to check.” The move didn’t go unnoticed by you, but you knew about his boundaries, or some of them, you just didn’t know why.

Your knees were on each side of his hips and you didn’t want to waste one of your questions just to know if he was jealous or not. You knew he was, even if he’d never admit it out loud. You looked at his face and finished on his eyes. “You have no reason to be jealous, ‘cause I only have eyes for you and in all those years you’re the only one that made me feel like this, Daryl Dixon.” That wasn’t a love confession, but was really close to it. You didn’t want to scare him or to be rejected by him, but you wanted to reassure him, soothe him and make him feel secure.

The hold you had on him was out of this world, it scared him and comforted him at the same time. He tried to stay away, to push you away… and just like a magnet he was dragged back to you. He stopped fighting a long time ago, but sometimes the life he had before, who he was before, what he suffered… all of this came back to him, and having you saying this words to him, like he was special to someone, special to you, it made him never want to let go of you. He wanted to be selfish and feel that he deserved you, and that he was all the good things you told him.

He crushed his lips on yours, one hand on the back of your head pulling you closer to him. Your hands traveled on his shoulders and arms while you kissed fervently. His hands descended to your hips, fingers brushing on the skin under your shirt. You needed more, oh, you needed way more. You rolled your hips on his, searching for some friction your core aching to feel something, anything. You could feel his voluminous hard on, earning a groan from him, this time not a painful one. He bulked his hips on yours again as you did the same with him, his hands went to your butt grabbing and squeezing it, making a moan scape your lips and go into his. His tongue fighting for dominance with your, making a mess of lips, teeth, tongue and saliva.

A growl coming from your left startled you making you separate yourself from Daryl, that for the first time was ignoring everything around him and hadn’t listen to a damn thing. One second he looked confused at you for parting from him, the other he saw you picking the crossbow that was thrown on the ground, you pulled the cord, put the arrow, aimed at the walker and next second it was on the ground, dead with an arrow on its head.

“That was hot.” He looked at you in awe. He sat up and hands still on your butt. You put the crossbow aside, your arms around his neck. “Ya saved our asses.”

“Guess, Walkers are easier than trees or… I had a pretty good teacher.” You said, a mischievous smile on your face and he couldn’t resist but give a peck on your lips.

“We need to go. It’s clearly not safe here.” He was right. Very reluctantly he let go of your butt, you got up and extended your hand to help him up.

You retrieved the arrow from the walker’s skull and cleaned it. You caught everything you had brought and put in your bags to go back to the farm. On your way back, Daryl took your hand in his, cheeks blushing and all, but he tried to pass normality.

“Yer arms hurt, don’t they?” He asked squeezing your hand a little. You never complained, but he knew that you would feel it, you were not used to this kind of exercise. Also, he saw your pained face every time you’d prepare to shoot again, he didn’t say anything because he felt like he could discourage you if he did.

“A lot.” You confessed. “How did you know?”

“Ya’re not used to it, I knew it would hurt. Also, it was all written on yer face.” He said glancing at you for some seconds. “Ya never complained, ya’re gonna be a good archer.”

“Thanks.” You couldn’t stop smiling since your training spot. That was really a good day, you learned how to use a crossbow, you had a hot make out session with the man that controlled all your thoughts and you used a crossbow to kill a walker.

“When all the shit with the group that attacked in the city is over, maybe we can find a crossbow for ya in a hunting shop or something.” He suggested and you liked the idea very much. You wanted to train more, and having a silent weapon that could shoot a long distance was a good thing. You didn’t know till when you’d have ammo.

“It sounds perfect to me.” You said taking a glance at him, the smile that you couldn’t hide all over your face and hardening you grip on his hand.

You came back to the farm, hand in hand. You left Daryl on his camp, he said soon he’d join the others to help with whatever was needed. You went back to the house almost jumping in excitement, a smile still on your lips. Rick, Lori and Carol were on the porch, talking about something.

“Guess what” you announced once you were close enough. “I’m a pro with a crossbow. Even killed a walker with it.”

“Hope you killed it with an arrow and not throwing the crossbow on it.” Rick couldn’t resist but make funny of you, it was stronger than him… it was impregnated in his big bro genes in the same way his protection was.

“Haha, very funny.” You pretended not seeing the fun on his joke. “I killed it with an arrow, ask Daryl if you don’t believe me.”

“Talking about Daryl… We all saw you holding hands on your way back. Are you now official?” Carol couldn’t contain her curiosity, it was time for you to stop pinning on each other.

“We were holding hands.” You pathetically answered not actually answering the question and just repeating what she said. What should you say? You never put names on anything and you never talked about it. It was too early too.

“Yes, we saw Y/N. But that wasn’t what Carol asked.” Lori stated. “Did something else happened?”

“Stop! Nothing happened.” You replied defensively feeling your cheeks burn and blush run on your face.

“Y/N and Daryl under a tree kissing!” Rick singsonged.

“Shut up! What are you? Ten?” You gave him a light punch on his arm.

“Are you going to help with dinner today?” Lori asked rocking in the chair.

“Yes, with anything actually. Came here to see what you needed help with. Though, I would be eternally grateful if it was something that I didn’t need to move my arms a lot, cause they are hurting badly.” You threw yourself on one of the chairs.

“I’m not gonna ask what you did, because I’m afraid…” Rick was impossible annoying that day, always picking on you.

“Try shooting with a crossbow multiple times and then talk to me Rick. Why did you decide to be jerk today?” You threw the words at him.

Rick would be lying if he said he was calm, he wasn’t. After the attack on the city, the people he killed, his pregnant wife, his traitor best friend and now having to deal with the young man they brought with them from the city… He was far from good, so playing with you, like the old times, brought a sense of normalcy, just as if life wasn’t a shit anymore.

“No reason, I just like to pick on you.” He said before leaving and messing all your hair with his hands.

Later you helped with the dinner and also with the dishes when everybody finished it. There was no way of escaping doing activities with your arms, you needed them for almost everything. You were scrubbing the dishes when you felt a presence by your side, arms brushing on yours.

“What if ya wash and I dry?” Daryl asked.

“I’d appreciate it. Also, the company makes all the difference.” You answered washing some of the plates.

“Are ya going to my tent tonight?” He asked while he dried the plates.

“Do you want me to go?” You asked, you knew he wanted. The simple act of asking you was an indicator that he expected you to go, but you couldn’t just resist and make him talk.

“Yes, I sleep better when ya’re with me.” He blushed, he couldn’t see and he hoped you didn’t see but his face was pretty much red.

“So, I’m going. I also sleep better with you.” You answered while you washed the cutlery. “Just need to take my things on my tent.”

“Take what?” He asked, what would you need besides yourself?

“I’m not sleeping in jeans everyday. I need to wear something comfortable.” You said passing him the cutlery. “Maybe is good if take my sleeping bag too, what do you think?”

“Mine can fit both of us.” He said, he felt that if you had one more sleeping bag you would sleep more distant from him. Which he knew wasn’t true, because don’t matter how you slept, you always ended up hugging him.

“Ok, your tent your rules. I get it.” You answered in defeat. “But, I’ll still pick a change of clothes.”

When you finished with the dishes you said your ‘good nights�� to whoever was still around and went to your tent picking your change of clothes. He went first to his camp while you took your things and headed there too. Lori had asked you early why didn’t you simply disassembled your barrack and moved to his, but having your own tent was a security, if you needed you had it and besides that you could store your things in it.

When you got there he was finishing organizing his things. “Ya can go in, I’m going in a minute.” He said turning to face you and went back to finish what he was doing.

You entered his tent and looked around, everything screamed Daryl, you were getting so used to it that you started to think it was a little bit yours too. You had brought your beloved sleeping shorts and a comfortable oversized t-shirt. You decided to change while Daryl didn’t come. You unbuttoned your jeans and took it of, when you were finishing taking your legs out of it, Daryl entered and he could swear he almost had a heart attack.

“Wha’ are ya doing?” He asked voice high pitched a little in the end of the sentence, glued to his spot unable to think straight, he didn’t look away, but he didn’t move too.

“Changing my clothes?” You said uncertain, but tried to maintain your cool. You mean… you had slept together, but you didn’t sleep together in all the meanings of the word, just the basic meaning. So you hadn’t seen any parts from each other that you weren’t supposed to see. On the other hand, he had his hands on your butt just a few hours ago, so…

“And ya didn’t think ‘bout giving me a heads up?” He asked, trying hard not to look at your showing legs and what he could see of your ass, and failing to do so. He couldn’t take his eyes of you and you could feel his eyes burning on your skin.

“Didn’t think I needed to, besides that you had your hands on my butt earlier today, so what’s the difference on you looking at it?” You answered nonchalantly, wearing your shorts. “See, just covered my ass, but you can still see my legs.”

You took the hem of your shirt on your fingers and lifted it up, taking it out. Daryl couldn’t take his eyes off you, you had your bra on, but could he wish you didn’t? He turned around and finished closing the zipped door, when he turned back you were already wearing your comfortable shirt. You sat on his sleeping bag and looked at him.

“Aren’t you going to change to something more comfortable to sleep?” You asked, you weren’t expecting a show but, if you received it you’d not mind. He stayed in silence averting his eyes from yours. “Are you taking care of your wounds? I can help if you want.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry. Did I pass the limits?” You said, now truly concerned that maybe you should have given him a heads up about changing your clothes. You told him before, you could go slow, but maybe Rick was right… you were jumping from a plane with no parachute.

“No, it’s just…” he tried to find the words, but it was so, so difficult to talk about his feelings. He sat by your side, a little distant from you. “I… my body… it’s…”

“I already saw it before, you know? Not when Hershel was patching you up. One time, you thought nobody was looking and changed your shirt in the middle of the camp. I was looking. It wasn’t my intention, but I couldn’t help but stare, cause you’re the most handsome man I ever saw.” You honestly told him, you went to him, hugging him from behind, your palms on his stomach and your chin resting on his right shoulder.

“You can’t be serious…” he muttered.

“I am. Every single thing that is part of you, is special for me.” You kissed his neck and he sighed. It was a little overwhelming putting so many of your feelings on the table like this in just one day, when Daryl couldn’t really express what he felt. But you couldn’t resist the urge to reassure him about everything.

He didn’t know where he got the courage from, but he took your hands from his stomach and led them to the first button of his shirt. You asked if he really wanted that, and he just nodded. One by one, you opened all his buttons and them pulled it sliding through his arms. Looking at his scars close, was totally different than when he was far, at the same time your heart ached you couldn’t help but admire him, how handsome he was and mainly the man he had become after all the shit he probably went through to have those marks on his body.

You said nothing and he was so afraid you would regret the beautiful words you told him and that now you were disgusted by him, but those worries went away when your lips touched the other side of his neck, your hands went to his arms. Soon you descended your kisses to his shoulders and you caressed his sides. He closed his eyes and tried to forget everything else, how could a precious thing like you think he was worthy? How could you make he feel whole? You kissed every scar on his back, including the new one that was going to be there from the recent wound and at which kiss you’d take a deep sigh from him.

You moved to be in front of him and sat on his lap, one leg on each side of him. He also had scars on his chest and you kissed each of them. You ran your fingers on his hair and looked at his face. He looked at your eyes and he saw pure adoration, no disgust, no pity… just admiration and respect.

“What are you going to wear? Do you have any comfortable shirt?” You, poor little thing, were worried about what he would wear, when you had just kissed all of him provoking all kinds of emotions, from the purest of them to the dirtiest one and now he didn’t even want you wearing anything.

He put his big hands on your face, with one he caressed your cheek and the other he used to brush his thumb on your bottom lip. You were mesmerized, caught in the moment and couldn’t move, you were stuck on his baby blue eyes. In all his life, he could never have guessed that he would be so lucky in the middle of a fucking apocalypse. Yes, dead people were walking around pestering the world. Yes, his brother was god knows where. And yes, he still had to fight for his life, to have food on his plate and to survive. But, knowing you was never something he thought that could happen to him and for that he felt like the luckiest bastard in the world.

He brought his lips to yours tenderly, and just then you came out of the daze you were in and closed your eyes kissing him back. You put one hand on his nape tugging a little at his hair while your fingers massaged the place, your other arm was hanging lazily on his shoulder while your hand touched his back lightly. You kissed slowly, but passionately. He took his time to appreciate your lips, his tongue caressed your lips and you opened them compassionately just waiting to feel his tongue on yours. It was so deliciously electrifying that a moan left your lips, and you had just kissed. His hands descended from your face to your shoulders and soon he was cupping your breasts eliciting another moan from you and making your hips buck earning a groan from him. Your lips parted from each other gasping from air.

“If ya want me to stop…” Daryl started to say, but you didn’t let him finish afraid that he would stop.

“Don’t. Please…” You almost begged bringing his torso the closest you could to your body.

“Good, ‘cause this is gettin’ on ma way and I don’t wan’ it on ya anymore.” He tugged your shirt up taking it from you.

He took some seconds to admire what he had in front of him, the gorgeous woman he had in his arms, before his lips went to your jawline kissing, nibbling and licking. His lips went down your neck treating it with same attention he had given to your jaw, finally finding that spot, that sweet delicious spot… You let out another moan trusting your hips on his one more time, starting to move them against him craving for some contact, to feel more than you were already feeling. Your hands were everywhere on him, his shoulders, his chest, his abdomen and gods… you really wanted to take it a little more down. You felt his increasing bulge on his pants, and it was a wonderful sensation still wearing clothes, you couldn’t even imagine how it would be to feel him skin to skin, you full of him would probably be paradise.

He descended his lips to your shoulders sliding the straps of your bra down, his hands were on your lower abdomen, grabbing, squeezing and going down. His hand got to the waistband of your shorts and as if it was nothing it slided inside your shorts stopping covering your clothed pussy. You were so wet and he hadn’t even made you cum yet. “Ya’re so wet, baby. Is that all for me?” his voice was hoarse and husky and just the act of talking close to your ear made you feel that coil sensation on your lower stomach. You whined unable to bring words to your mouth, you just wanted to continue, for him to take you there and now, but that wasn’t Daryl’s plan. He wanted to do unspeakable things with you, but everything had it’s own time and a right way of happening,

“Yes, Daryl… please gimme more.” You pleaded your voice low just as if you couldn’t breath.

“Shhh… it’s ok, baby. I got ya.” He said slipping his hand inside your panties and now running his fingers on your impossibly wet folds.

He took your lips again on his while his thumb started to caress and make pressure on your clit, making you whimper and moan. He was loving eliciting all those sweet little sounds from you and all the reactions he was causing too. How many times have he daydreamed about having you like this? You were just at his mercy and taking everything he gave you. He slipped one finger inside you and you let out a gasp with the new contact, the wonderful sensation. He moved his finger inside you while his thumb still caressed your bundle of nerves, your walls contracting on his finger.

You broke the kiss, giving him a peck on his lips and descending your lips to his neck and shoulders, while he pumped his finger in and out of you. When you find his spot he groaned, knowing you had found it you sucked it, nibbled it… you wanted him to feel as good as he was making you feel. He added another finger and continued to move, now more slowly as he felt your walls restraining his fingers. “So tight… baby, it must be heaven bein’ inside ya.” You cried out with the addition of another finger, gripping his arms firmly. The tingling sensation escalated so quickly to a new feeling you had never experienced before, a coil building in your lower stomach sending jolts of pleasure to your core making you clench around his fingers. “Oh, Daryl… I… what’s…” You couldn’t make a coherent thought or word come from your lips, you felt like you exploded not being able to control your body that shivered, shaked and clenched around Daryl.

His other arm encircled your body bringing you closer to him while you descended from your high, your face buried on his neck. “Ya did so good for me… Good girl… yes, baby…” he whispered while he caressed your back, his fingers still inside you waiting for you. “Ya good?”

“What was that?” You brought your face from his neck and looked at his face in awe. “I never felt so good.”

“I thought ya weren’t a virgin.” He looked confused, you already dated someone for years, so…?

“I’m not… but sex was just nice? Not like I was exploding and the world was falling apart around me.” You confessed, you never understood what was all the buzz about sex. Well, until now that you experienced it with Daryl, not the whole thing but…

“The son of a bitch never gave ya an orgasm?” He was incredulous, it wasn’t fair that in your whole life you had never experienced it. ‘Oh, so that’s how an orgasm should feel’, you thought. “Unbelievable.”

“C-can you do it again?” You asked shamelessly. You wanted, no, you NEEDED to feel that again.

He took his fingers from your pussy and lifted them to his mouth proving your juices, now he couldn’t help himself but imagine how it would be to have his face buried between your thighs. He hummed in approval licking your juices from his fingers. “Most delicious thin’ I ever tasted”, He kissed you again and now you could taste a bit of yourself from his mouth, and you never imagined how it would turn you on doing so. “Gonna take care of ya, but first let’s take yer shorts off. We don’t wanna do a mess on them.” He said, but by the way things were down there, he imagined it was already messy, well at least it probably wasn’t like your panties.

He helped you taking of your shorts and you sat again on his lap, your hand went to his waistband and you started to fight with his belt when his hands stopped your hands. “No, princess. Not today.” You looked at him confused, like what were you supposed to do if you didn’t take his pants off?

“Why?” You pouted without even noticing. “How are you going to relieve yourself too?”

“We dun have condoms baby.” He didn’t want to risk you getting pregnant, one baby on the way was enough for your group. Did he want desperately to have his cock inside you? Yes, he’d sell his soul for this, but in this world he needed to think with his brain even when he was thinking with his dick. “We’re gonna feel good in another way, ok?”

You just nodded, you trusted him so you knew he was telling the truth. You weren’t a virgin, but right now you felt just like one knowing nothing about sex, when in reality you did know something, you just didn’t know how pleasurable it really could be until some minutes ago.

You kissed him again sucking on his lips, both your hands on his hair, his hands on your back going down till he could feel your butt with no cloth between his hands and you. He grabbed your ass taking a moan from you that moved your hips against him, feeling his crotch on your sensitive and throbbing heat. “That’s it, baby. Move jus’ like that.” He praised you, encouraged you. His hands reluctantly left your butt and went to your back opening your bra, he finished sliding it from your arms.

“This is not fair…” you said while he cupped your breasts as you straddled him. “I’m almost naked and you’re all dressed.”

“Life’s not fair sweet thing…” he kissed your collarbone and soon his mouth was around your left nipple while his other hand played with your other one.

You couldn’t argue with him, in fact you didn’t even want to, you just wanted that he continued doing his thing and sending you to the edge. In few seconds, you were a moaning mess. Now both of you bucking your hips against each other, his lips moving to give the same attention to your other breast. His name escaped from your lips uncountable times while both of you chased your highs, the coil on you lower abdomen building every minute that passed. He already feeling like he’s going to erupt like a volcano on each trust from your hips and every little sound that came from your mouth. One of his hands tangled on your hair and the other travelled between your spine and your thigh. “Come on, baby. Like that… cum with me…” he looked in your eyes and you guided your hand between both of you until you found your clit circling it, pressing it… searching for the same explosion you felt earlier. “D… Daryl…” you whined, your walls clenching around nothing while you continued moving against him squirming from the tsunami of sensations that came from your core and spread throughout your body. Following you Daryl trusted his hips aimlessly on yours while the volcano inside him erupted consuming all of him.

He hugged you, one hand on your nape while the other was on your lower back. Panting and waiting for both of you to come down your highs. You kissed his shoulder before looking in his eyes, your hand caressing his cheek. He observed you, one of your hands still shoved between your legs, he took your pulse taking your hand from your panties and sucked your fingers to clean them from you. “Was it good for you?” You asked now both of your hand on his face, fingers drawing his cheek bones, his nose and his lips.

“More than good.” He hold both your pulses and kissed the inside of them. “What about we clean to sleep, hm?” You nodded at him. He took your shirt from the floor and helped you putting it on. “It’s getting cold, it’s better if ya cover yerself, but bras are prohibited in this tent from now on.” You couldn’t resist but giggle. He laid you down before going to his things and look for something. “Gonna change yer panties, kay? Ya can wear one of ma boxers.” He helped you out of your panties and right after it slided his boxers on you. “Now, I’m gonna change.”

You laid on your side head resting on your arm looking at him admiring the incredible man in front of you. “Am I getting a show?” You asked a naughty smile on your face.

“Nah, better not. Gotta keep some mystery for nex’ time.” He said turning his back to you and taking off his pants.

“Can I look at your cute butt at least?” You asked grinning. He didn’t even answer, just got out of his boxers letting his beautiful round cute ass on display for you, while he put on clean boxers and sweat pants. “Thanks, now I have the image of it to visualize when I’m not with you.”

He wore a shirt and laid with you on his sleeping bag, he hugged you from behind spooning you, his head on your shoulder. You hold his hand intertwining your fingers with his and getting cozy.

“In the end, I didn’t get to ask you anything.” You remembered of your deal for him to tell you something about him if you did good on your training.

“Ya can ask now.” Nuzzling at your neck.

“Why didn’t you want me to take your pants?” In fact you wanted to ask it in another way, but right at that moment you felt a little shy of asking it so bluntly.”It doesn’t count as a question.” You completed fast, before he thought you were throwing away one of your questions.

“I told ya, we dun have condoms. We can’t risk gettin’ ya pregnant.” He should have seen that coming, but well... “In case you dunno pulling out isn’t an effective contraceptive option.”

“I don’t care…” you said clearly not thinking straight he could see.

“Ya’re making no sense woman. Ya’re probably still high from yer orgasm.” He couldn’t help but snort a little at your behavior. “One baby Grimes on the way is enough.”

“Baby Dixon. If it was yours, it wouldn’t be a Grimes.” You said, and he was a little relieved you had your back to him, because he was blushing as hell at thought of impregnating you with a baby Dixon.

“Think it’s better if we sleep. We had a long day.” He tried changing the subject and fighting the urge to break the moment, to push himself away from you. He didn’t want this, but his nature, his inner voices told him to do so, and this time he wouldn’t listen to them.

“I’d carry it proudly, you know?” You said pressing your back against him, trying to be closer, but it was already impossible, since both of you were already too much close in this embrace. You took his hand that was intertwined with yours and took it to your mouth kissing the back of it. “Good night… you still owe me my questions.”

“Night, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes, hiding his face on your neck while both of you drifted to sleep.

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hollowed-theory-hall · 2 months ago

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do you have any theories or headcanons about luna's mom and what she was researching and how she died?

Well, Luna tells us what she did, so I don't need to headcanon it:

my mother. She was a quite extraordinary witch, you know, but she did like to experiment and one of her spells went rather badly wrong one day. I was nine

(OotP, 863)

So, Luna's mom, whose name is Pandora, experimented with spells. Specifically spells of her own making, one of which has gone badly and killed her.

So, what she did was create spells on her own the way we see Snape doing. We know spell creation is complicated and incredibly dangerous. Therefore, Luna is likely right in calling her mother extraordinary for creating spells. Most wizards would never bother, and the only ones we see inventing new magic are extraordinary wizards like Snape, Dumbledore, and Voldemort.

Now, this specific spell that killed Luna's mom was witnessed by Luna since she can see Thestrals. So my guess/headcanon is that it's a spell that wasn't supposed to go wrong.

Like, it was a spell she already worked on, a fun charm she wanted to show her 9-year-old daughter, one she succeeded in casting before. I believe this because it doesn't make sense for a mother to endanger their child by experimenting with spells with them in the room. So I believe she thought the spell was ready when she showed it to Luna — but something went wrong, and she ended up dead. I have no idea what the spell could've been, though.

All I know is that Luna says:

“Yes, it was rather horrible,” said Luna conversationally.

(OotP, 863)

That'll likely be true regardless of what spell it was, but this line always gave me the impression that her death wasn't clean, like with the Killing curse, but rather more gruesome. Also, now that I'm reading this, combined with the fact Luna can see Thestrals, it seems she died instantly. There probably wasn't a period in a ward in St. Mongos, she just died the moment the spell failed.

Alternatively, It's possible a spell failed and then she had a period in St. Mongos until her death and that's when Luna saw her die, sitting by her bedside. That would mean the spell was still very experimental when it killed Pandora since she wasn't practicing it with Luna around. I like the first option better though.

For more general headcanons:

1. I usually place Pandora from a not famous or well-known magical family, like she's pure-blood but not sacred 28. Which one doesn't matter all that much.

2. She was in Ravenclaw like Xenophilius and Luna.

3. A few spells that we are familiar with from the books were invented by her (I don't have specific ones, but I like to think that at least one of them was invented by her).

4. I like to think Luna's mom was the artistic one (pretty canon since her father isn't implied to paint from what I remember). Like, we know Luna draws and makes jewelry and furniture herself, so basically I think her mom did too and that's who Luna got it from. I headcanon that before Luna was born she painted magical creatures (both real and imagined) on Luna's bedroom walls.

5. I think Xenophilius was less of a flat-earther before Pandora died. I mentioned here how I think he and Luna lost a lot of their faith in the ministry that hid something regarding Pandora's death or the ministry didn't sanction some of her spells for use post-mortemly. This distrust in the ministry pushed their opinions farther from the mainstream of the Wizarding World.

6. Harry describes Luna as more groomed in the photograph with her mother. As I mentioned, I think Xenophilius wasn't as absent-minded and unkept as we see him before Pandora's death, but Pandora was always the more preset and focused of the two of them. She probably often reminded him of things they scheduled that slipped his mind.

#hp #harry potter #asks #hp meta #hp headcanon #hollowedheadcanon #anonymous #luna lovegood #pandora lovegood

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platinumrosetail · 1 year ago

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Hi it me 🪿 sorry it took me so long work kicking my ass.

Can I have a yandere playtonic Millie , bilzto, stolas, Luna x female trun demon child reader

Where the reader got to hell cuz well I leave that idea to you and then Millie bilzto and stolas and Luna found them and is like my demon baby now and rise them

Sorry if anything is missing spells so many day at the ER. But I have a couple day's off for Much need sleep and relaxing and doing chores lol have a wonderful day sweetheart

Sure! And you’re fine. I’ll do what I can with your lovely request.

Warning: noob author, female reader, yandere platonic characters, and others.

Characters: blitzø, loona, millie, and stolas.

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Blitzø:

You were hypnotized by some magician like criminal to do bad things as the criminal thought that no one would believe a child do his deeds for him.

Well that ended up you dying in one of the crimes he had forced you to do and so you ended up in hell.

He met you when he was getting some food for him and loona.

He didn’t ask about how you’re here or where’s your parents if your were born here, he just took you with him to the apartment he owns, saying how you’re now his daughter which greatly startled you about how sudden he was about this decision without even knowing you.

He learned what happened while you were still alive and then grew overprotective as many demons who died in the human world is more powerful than the hell-born demons so he doesn’t want you to get used again like when you were alive.

He spoils you like he does with loona and buys you a lot of stuff, while he buys stuff he makes sure to buy a tracker just in case you go missing or get lost or other situations.

He’ll make sure you’re safe and sound, making sure to keep you close to him even at I.m.p office.

Loona:

You were kicked out of the orphanage and died stealing some food.

Loona was just walking down the street after getting a hell version of Starbucks when you appeared in front of her in your new demon form still a child.

She was shocked to see a child being in hell but anything is possible.

She decided to take you home which surprised her as she wouldn’t do it but you just seemed to spark her interest especially with how she knows how hell would treat a young child like you.

She soon learned your backstory and she kinda related but it looks like you got the short end of the stick unlike her.

She secretly likes that blitzø easily took a shine to you but doesn’t show it, she also gets you gift she thinks you might like like a wolf doll.

She’ll be overprotective of you when out and will bite off anyone heads who decides to try and mess with you.

Millie:

Your family were murders so being in their family made you go to hell after you had died unexpectedly young.

You bumped into her after you get sent to hell and she just couldn’t let you survive on your own especially since you’re in hell and won’t go far unless you know what you’re doing.

So she took you to her apartment she shares with her beloved husband.

Moxxie wasn’t expecting his wife to bring home a child but after being explained how you got here he caved in and soon became your dad.

She makes sure you have everything you need and teaches you everything you might need to know along with some things she learned on her family’s farm.

She and moxxie both take you to work so you know both blitzø and loona, sometimes you’d be babysat by them when the two wants alone time.

She’s overprotective of you as she is of her husband and would do anything to keep you and him safe and sound.

Stolas:

You actually accidentally summoned him when finding one of his more easier summoning rituals so you and him became friends as you were lonely with how you had no friends.

He took interest you and started teaching you things like math and other useful thing you might need in the future.

He decided that you were perfect to be his daughter and know that you would get along with Octavia but he worries on what Stella would do when she finds out about you so he’ll have to do something with her and soon.

The way he had you be taken to hell was possess you and kill your parents though that was a bit tricky as their always working but thankfully he figured out when they be off work and home.

After he had you kill your parents he made you kill yourself so you could come down to hell and be his child.

He already taken care of Stella and made it look like a assassination attempt on him but she was hit, thankfully his blitzy and his friends did a wonderful job doing it too.

Your young mind didn’t comprehend or remember how he had possessed you and had killed your parents and yourself which he was thankful for as he means you still see him in a good lighting even with the new demon look you had gain. You and Octavia got along alright, though she didn’t understand why her father did what he did but didn’t really question as everyone in hell is demons and there’s a lot of things that have happened so it was best not to question things.

(A/n: I hope you liked it 😁!! Also this person will only be the person that will be able to use the anonymous feature as I’m tired of all the people requesting something but not following my rule and I won’t be able to contact them, reason why only this person is allowed is because my friend knows them and can contact them for me so do please make sure to read my rules before you request thank you. Anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

#anime #anime x reader #various x reader #x reader stories #yandere x reader #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #helluva blitzo #helluva stolas #helluva loona #helluva millie #helluva boss x reader #x child reader #platonic #platonic yandere

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peonierose · 5 months ago

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Luna Valeria Auclair (OC)

A/N: I wanted to re-introduce my OC Luna. I’ve been thinking long and hard and just wanted to share some more things about my OC. I decided I will not be using a fc for the foreseeable future 🥰

I also included more info on Luna’s family and her triplet cousins as well 🥰🩷

You can also find all my stories on my Masterlist

Full name: Luna Valeria Auclair

Nicknames: Lunes & Lu by Bryce Lahela (OH), Moonbeam (by her grandpa and her dad), Loonsey & Loon-Moon (by her mom & grandma), Sugarplum (by her best friend Maxine), Looney (By her cousins)

Love Interest: Bryce Lahela (Open Heart)

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Birthday: June, 27th

Zodiac Sign: Cancer ♋️

Nationality: American

Born: Honolulu, Hawaii 🌺

Face Claim: none for now

Hair: dark blonde, long and wavy

Height: 5‘0 feet tall

Eyes: Blue-green with a slight aquamarine tint

Education: Luna got her Bachelor of Fine Arts at the University of Hawaii. She specialized in ceramics, drawing painting + sculpture.

She teaches art at the University of Hawaii.

(Though Luna would love to have her own art gallery in Honolulu, Hawaii).

Family: Luna is an only child (for now, though that might change soon).

Luna’s parents:

Grace Amanda Auclair, Luna’s mom is an English teacher at McKinley High (Luna’s old Highschool).

Brian James Auclair, Lunas mom and dad are both from the Chicago area. Brian worked in finance at his father’s company. He comes from a wealthy family- his parents are from new money. They were very strict, and technically he didn't need to work at his fathers company, but he didn't want to be like all the other rich people who lived of off their trust fund. He wanted to earn his money.

The day he met Grace, they were both on their lunch break. Grace spilled her coffee on Brian's shirt and felt so embarrassed. She wanted to pay for dry cleaning, but Brian wouldn't hear it. Later on they kept talking for what seemed like hours. They promised to see each other again on the next day. They met every day for coffee until Brian had the courage to ask her out. They dated for a while before they became official.

Sadly Brian's parents didn't approve of his love with Grace, and they made him choose. Grace wanted to break things off. She didn't want to be the cause of a rift between his parents. But Brian chose Grace and that's the last day he spoke to his parents. They disowned him afterwards.

With some savings they both decided they wanted to make a fresh start. Grace quit her job as an English teacher and Brian quit his job in finance. They packed their belongings and moved to Honolulu, Hawaii. Where Brian opened up his flower shop called »Orchid's Paradise«. He always had a knack for flowers.

They got married and he took his wife’s name (Auclair). He hasn’t spoken to his parents ever since. Though he has a beautiful family now and he couldn’t care less.

Luna‘s aunt, uncle and her triplet cousins:

Joanne Dahlia Auclair (her aunt; maternal side)

Joseph Alexander Auclair (her uncle; maternal side)

Skyler Tristan Auclair (Luna‘s cousin; maternal side)

Soraya Emilia Auclair (Luna‘s cousin; maternal side)

Evangeline Rose Auclair (Luna‘s cousin; maternal side)

Luna‘s cousins have their own wedding planning business called »Sunset Moments«

Luna‘s grandparents:

Angelina Lilly Auclair (Luna’s grandma; maternal side - they share the same birthday - June 27th).

Grayson Oleander Auclair (Luna‘s grandpa; maternal side - a former defense attorney, now retired).

Auclair Family Tree

Auclair Triplets (Luna‘s cousins)

Likes:

- mangos

- cherries

- herb sauce for her fries

- guava

- Haupia (Hawaiian dessert)

- mangas (Bryce loves comics) she would love to do a collab of a manga that features Hawaii

- Luna loves to take old furniture and make it into something new / or restore it to its former glory

- peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with banana slices (Just like Elvis Presley)

Dislikes:

- toxic people

- negative energy

- dishonesty

- liars

- the word »glib« whatever that means

Personality: bubbly and sunshiny. Very open, honest, loyal, generous, a true sweetheart. Though hurt the people she loves? And you should better run.

Friends: She has her best friend Maxine Moore, who’s a tattoo artist based in Honolulu, Hawaii 🩷

Adam Sinclair who she went to school with. They went on one date but found out they’re better off as friends.

Amber Merchant - a popular photographer who took this photo of Luna 🥰

Luna‘s favorite Hawaiian proverbs:

Kahuna Nui Hale Kealohalani Makua – “Love all you see, including yourself.”

Aloha Aku No, Aloha Mai No – (I give my love to you, you give your love to me.)

Ua ola no i ka pane a ke aloha – (There is life in a kindly reply.)

‘A’OHE PU’U KI’EKI’E KE HO’A’O ‘IA E PI’I – (No cliff is so tall it cannot be climbed.)

12 things about Luna:

🌺 plays the ukulele

🌺 her hair was as pale as moonlight and that’s how she got the name Luna

🌺 She got her nickname ”Looney“ from watching Looney Tunes as a kid

🌺 dances Hula

🌺 peonies & lilacs are among her favorite flowers

🌺 she was once stung by a jellyfish and got a tiny star shaped scar from it

🌺 allergic to ginger

🌺 thinks grasshoppers are creepy (though spiders are cute)

🌺 played soccer in grade school and in high school she switched to volleyball and tennis

🌺 was on the cheer squad together with her cousin Soraya (who was the cheer captain)

🌺 Had a belly button piercing but it got infected so she had to remove it.

🌺 Luna struggles with anxiety and can't handle large crowds. She's had help from her family, but also from her therapist. She goes there from time to time. Not as often as she did before she met Bryce. Art is like therapy for her. That's why she likes to paint or create to help her relax. Because some days are harder than others. She quit her job in Boston, because she was bullied by her boss. She didn't feel good to work in a toxic work environment like that. Bryce wasn't really happy in Boston either. They both missed home, so they moved back to Honolulu, Hawaii and Keiki went with them. (I explored that in my story By a Landslide)

#Luna Valeria Auclair #OC #open heart #choices fic writers creations #Intro of my OC

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bensonsbobblehead · 2 years ago

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Make It Forever

Category: fluffy

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Mom!Reader

Summary: Your daughter and her bond with Spencer growing.

Content warnings: none

wc; 1.7k

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Raising Luna alone was one of the toughest things life had thrown at you. Getting pregnant after the first time having sex wasn’t ideal nor was it in your plans as a 20 year old.

Of course the piece of shit wanted nothing to do with you or the baby. It broke you completely no doubt. It was hard at first, being in college while pregnant. You never gave up especially after you heard her heart beat for the first time.

After your perfect Luna was born you went on to graduate college with honors. You were thankful for your mom or ‘nana’ as Luna calls her.

She was there every step of the way,but now you had been on your own with a job in the FBI. You grew close to the BAU team rather quickly.

Luna loves her Aunt Pen, who allows her to play in tons of makeup. She even enjoys spending time with Aaron and Jack. It was perfect and the help was well needed. Who you both loved the most was Spencer.

The two of you had fallen completely in love to no surprise. At the time you hadn’t been with anyone since Luna was born.

The older she got the more in tuned with motherhood and raising her became more prominent. She was so much more than you, she was creative and so curious, and insanely smart.

Her needs always came first so relationships weren’t on the top of your list. That was until you met Spencer and he changed everything.

Spencer taken you on dates and picnics in your favorite park. He loved spending time with you outside of the gory work you shared. It was hard though working with someone you loved so deeply.

Especially someone like Spencer who would do anything for the people he loves. Your love for him grew exponentially and so did his love for you.

The most important thing was his love for your daughter. They were so close with one another it was heartwarming to see.

Spencer taught her everything you couldn’t and she loves every second of it. Any question she ask he has an answer and vice versa.

Spencer was convinced she may be of higher intelligence also. Which you aren’t surprised about at all due to the fact her teachers wanted to move her up.

As time passed the relationship became more serious. He had moved in with the both of you, was Luna emergency contact, and even yours. It was perfect in every way imaginable.

The time was approaching for Lunas 9th birthday which also happened to fall on Father’s Day.

It was hard to eventually explain to her that everyone in the country wasn’t celebrating just her birthday.

Father’s Day was never important to the both of you. She knew she had a father to help her get here but not a dad. You made it your mission every year to go all out for her.

Doing whatever she wanted to do to keep her mind off of it. With the date approaching fast it was time to discuss what she would want.

“What do you wanna do this year for your birthday love?” You asked her as she layed between you and Spencer in your bed. Watching her favorite movie for the 3rd time this week. Which worried you only because it worried Spencer.

“She’s nervous about something, but I’m not sure what.” He said to you yesterday morning while she was still asleep.

You glanced up with a confused looked on your face, “I’m not following”

“Luna, she’s been way more clingy and we’ve watched The Parent Trap for the second night in a row, if someone is messing with her I’m going to ——“

“Spence I swear she’s fine but I’m sure she will talk when she is ready.” You reassured your boyfriend, his love for her was beautiful.”

Luna had spent most of her nights before bed talking to you both since she was little.

“Jack also asked me what your plans were also.” Spencer chimed in.

“I have a slight idea, but I only want to tell my mom.” Luna said pulling her glasses up, It was the first time she had ever said that to him. Usually she shared everything with him which you’d never admit you were slightly jealous.

Luna was such a shy girl it broke your heart at times. Spencer was the one to help her navigate that shyness because he struggled with it too.

“Of course, would you like me to leave the room?” He asked Luna, he was always willing to do what made her comfortable.

“Just for a second?” She asked looking up at him,

“Of course” getting up to walk out placing a kiss on Lunas forehead and your lips. When he left Luna sat up and turned to you. That’s when you seen it, she was nervous.

“Lun, you can say it baby” you encouraged her, she was barley keeping eye contact,

“I want Spencer to be my dad for my birthday” she looked at you for approval.

You personally were taken aback, it never occurred to you that she would want this. It was never something that had to be brought up.

Spencer loved Luna no matter what label she attaches to him. That’s why you never felt the need to bring it to to either of them. Your heart was smiling knowing your daughter trusted him.

“Of course, I think he would be very happy if you call him dad.” You smiled at your baby girl, she was so sweet.

“I was wondering if we could give him papers to make it forever?” She begged,

“You want him to adopt you? Sweetie..”

This was a big step you weren’t ready for. You were so madly in love with Spencer, and you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him so this would eventually happen.

Spencer had asked about kids with you and of course that’s what you wanted. You knew he loved Luna like his own and you couldn’t tell her no.

“Baby that’s so sweet of you, I’m sure he would be more than happy to be your dad”

“I mean I tell people he’s my dad on days he picks me up from school and I love him and I know you do to.” She smiled and leaned into your side. You placed a million kisses to her sweet face causing her giggle.

“Let me call your him back in” you looked at your daughter calling him back in the room.

“I’m not sure what going on with you two but I’m scared” he looked at you both causing you to laugh. It was nearing the night and you all headed off to bed.

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Today was Lunas' 9th birthday and you were probably more excited than her. After that night you had asked Penelope to help you get the adoption papers. It was nerve racking to say the least but you were happy it was happening.

Her birthday was Halloween themed and everyone had to come in their favorite costumes. You were sure this is the part she asked Spencer to help her with but you weren’t complaining.

The team showed up with all of their kids and bottles of wine for the childless people. Most of the night was spent drinking wine and watching kids run around with Spencer on a sugar high.

It was beautiful, she loved her party, and got to spend time with Jack which Spencer always teased her about. Spencer managed to get everyone out with grace no doubt.

The three of you cleaned up the house with the last bit of energy leaving the rest for in the morning. You all finally got showers and ready for bed. By the time you both were in bed Luna was still no where to be found.

You had given her his gift with the adoption papers and a teddy from build a bear.

“I really hope she enjoyed her day today. It was nice seeing her happy again.” He smiled at the thought of his daughter,

“It was really nice baby, you really can throw a party ” you kissed him on the lips,

“Where is she? Our girl turns 9 and forgets about us?” causing you both to laugh sure enough she was walking in.

With her birthday tiara on in her orange and black pumpkin pjs. She had a smile on her face and the gift in her hand. You could tell Spencer was trying to understand what was going on especially since it was no shock in your face.

“I have something for you” Luna said to Spencer attempting to hide the bag behind her back.

“I’m 100% sure I give you gifts on your birthday”

“Just open it” she rolled her eyes,

First he pulled out the bear, it’s was brown and fluffy with a shirt that said ‘Best Dad ever’ slowly you could see tear grow in his eyes.

He continued with his gift and pulled out the envelope that read,

From: Luna

To: Spencer Dad

The both of you watched him closely as he began to read the papers. A smile creeping at his lips with a tear falling.

“Come here bug” he said to Luna pulling her into a hug tight hug.

“I know you didn’t help make me, but I know you’re my dad. You give me advice and read me my favorite books from memory. ” Luna said crying causing you and Spence to cry harder.

“Happy Father’s Day daddy.” Hugging him again,

He grabbed a pen from his drawer and signed the papers for her.

“Happy Birthday honey, I hope it was everything you wanted, I’m more than happy you want me as your dad. I love you little.” It was a nickname he had given her when you first met, because she looked like a Little version of you.

“Can I sleep with you guys one more time? Im getting a little too big now” you all laughing through your tears.

“You’ll always be our baby girl my moon.” Kissing her on the head with Spencer following behind. Never in a million years did you think this would be your life laying here with your perfect daughter and her dad. It was paradise.

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witch-oftheflowers · 8 months ago

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Lil Johnny

AN:Baby two! Enjoy this story of a growing family! It'll be a long one but please enjoy!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Ximena Riley

(Canon x OC!)

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The cottage was quiet. Soft breathing echo within its walls, soft kicking of feet in their beds as they adjusted. The sheets moving around as the people stirred.

Eight years had pass since Anna was born.

Eight years together in a loving relationship, with its ups and downs. Been married for six.

It's been a year since Ximena fully returned home. Two years overseas and away from her own family. But she did good, she did fantastic on her mission even. Just coming home to the blonde pair she loved

This moring was like many others they've been enjoying.

Ximena woke up first, around sun rise. Her hair has grown a lot since she returned. No longer the shoulder length she was forced to have. It was mid back, her curls returned as she didn't have to touch the poor thing. It suffered to much heat damage in the two years gone-

Her feet touched the floor as she shuffle to the restroom. She brushed her hair and styled it up into a poofy ponytail. Her bangs brushed against her cheeks as she was calm. She was home.

She moisturized her face with her creams, making sure she's been taking care of herself lately. Physically and mentally, she's been taking care of her aging skin.

Unbeknownst to her, Simon was waking up. His brown eyes scanning around as he remembered he was in his bed. In his home, and his wife-

"Ximena?" He called out as he sat up from his spot. He's been having a small fear his wife wouldn't be home. She would vanish again and his brain softly ran with thoughts-

"Si amor?" She called out as she was brushing her teeth. Her brown eyes flickered with love as she noticed his face painted with worry.

"Hey I'm right here..." She said as she walked over. She quickly sat on his as she grabbed his hands. Keeping the brush in her mouth as she ran her hands together over his. Softly tracing circles on his palm and up his forearm. He felt a shiver up his spine as he bent down and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I know you're here...But got a funny feeling you'll vanish again love.." he spoke as his eyes met hers. Hers widen a bit as she felt so bad for him.

"Simon I'm so sorry... Mi amorsito. Mi sol!"(My love. My sun!)she coe the words a bit as she held his face closer to hers. He stared at her a bit as he savor her warmth against his. Softly his breathing and mind rolled to a stop, his worrying was put to rest for now.

"No no you're alright love..it's just a bit crazy. I have been wondering one thin'" he said as he looked her over. His large hands cupped her cheeks as he ran his thumps over her squishy cheeks. She pucker her lips as they shared a silly kiss.

Her giggles filled the room quietly as she smiled. Simon joined her a bit as they savor the morning light together. Way before Anna had to get up for school-

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As the day went on, Anna finally was off to school. Grabbing her bike helmet as Simon grabbed his own.

"Mama! I'ma take her on the bike" he shouted out as he pulled on his warm leather jacket. Anna was thrilled, as her frilly skirt moved as she let a soft squeal out

"Papas bike! Papas bike!" She said cheer a bit.

Ximena blinked in the kitchen as she enter their living and saw the pair in the hallway by the door. A smile to her lips as she enjoyed the sight.

"Alright you drive safe ok? Anna hold onto papa tight too." She waved them off as she enjoyed their bonding moments,even if it was on a motorcycle.

As the morning ran on and their day. Doing mundane task, fixing up the house a bit. Cleaning around and doing their laundry. Even got to go outside with their pup, Luna which was Ximena's military dog she got tasked with. Well the pup was two now but she'll always be a puppy in their head!

In the garden the two with the pup running around. Ximena was picking fresh vegetables as she needed some for dinner.

"Simon" she called to him as he was watering half the garden beds.

"Hm?" He hum out as he noticed her staring at him. He blinked a bit as he spoke up

"What's wrong?"

"Can we have another child?" She asked bluntly. He stared at her as the hose continued to spray.The wind ran through his short blonde locks. He blinked a few times as he processed his wife's request.

"Are you sure bout tha'? Do you think we need anothe'?" He returned to spraying as he stopped a bit after. He was confused a bit as he heard her steps coming over. Swiftly she made him face her as she spoke up.

"I've been thinking... That maybe we should expand our family. Anna had asked about a possible sibling even..." She said as she softly shift on her feet. Looking down as her curls swayed against her back a bit. Her eyes shook a tad as she anxiously waited for his response.

"Love..." He started as he ponder the idea. Another child would be fun, he adored his wife a lot when she was pregnant with Anna, he didn't mind the sleepless night, he enjoyed seeing her with babies like his wife's nephews and nieces too. God she looked so pretty with a baby- Blood hell.

"Alright that does sound like a great idea... We're more stable. We have a large house too... I think you made it big because you wanted more im guessing.." he teased her as he began to spray the next garden beds. He even playfully sprayed her lightly as she let a laugh out.

"Aye Simon!" She giggled as she swat his arm lightly. He smiled down to her as he brought her in for a tight embrace. Giving her a peck to her head as he smiled

"Alright we'll try..." He whispered to her lovingly.

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A few months would pass since they had that conversation. And many, many, many nights of being together.

Ximena waited in the medbay on base. One of the nurses she knew helped her do a quick test, since she wasn't feeling the best during her usual training.

Her hair was in a tight bun, she sat on the cot. Her legs pressed tight together, she was a bit nervous. But at least her husband was on base this time.

The cheery nurse came back as she rolled over towards her in her small stool.

"Ximi, Ximi, I got your results." Bethany said, the sweet nurse coed the words.

Her hands placed the paper on Ximena's, turning it over as she began to read the results.

Positive Pregnancy

Her eyes shined a bit as she had a permanent grin to her face

"You're kidding?" She softly said as the ginger nurse nods her head.

"I'm happy for you Xi... Now go find that hunk of a man." She swat her knee, as Ximena let a soft laugh out. Pulling the nurse in for a tight hug as she smiled at her.

"Thank you Thank You-"

After she pulled away, Ximena was left to her search.

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As she speed walked around, her brown orbs scanning around as she didn't find him. His usual spots were a dud, the rookies nor the task force had seen him. She even asked Price if he's seen the giant of the man.

How can not one soul seen him?

She eventually made her way towards the offices. As she passed hers, she noticed it was open. Glancing in she noticed the said man she's been looking for.

Ghost was putting a small vase on her desk. It was litter with carnations, hints of greenery, along with a few roses. The colors were soft pink with soft lavender.

He stepped back as he was gonna leave. But his brown eyes softly widen at seeing her coming in.

"I thought you would be there for a while more..." His gravely voice calmly said.

She shook her head, her bangs swaying around as she walked to her desk. She lifted the vase as she smiled to the small thing.

"It's so pretty... And no. I just got tested is all." She stated as she gave his mask covered face a kiss.

"Tested?"

"I'm positive..." She said as she met his gaze. Softly he pressed his large hand against her cheek.

"You're kiddin' love?" His voice was a lot softer, trying to deam it a possible joke?

"Why would I?" She had a soft sweet smile. Her lips curled up in joy as she melted into his large palm.

Ghost looked to the door shut. Pondering for a second, he softly pressed a kiss to her forehead. Pulling her in for a tight embrace as he felt a small weight off his shoulders.

"That's... So exciting news love.. mi sol.." (my sun) he spoke softly as he pulled back. Gazing into her brown eyes with love.

"Good, because we have a lot of excitement to come then."

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When it came to the baby name.

It was kinda easy. They wanted Joseph in the name. Somewhere.

Then Simon had a small question he wanted to ask his wife.

"Can I suggest a name love?" He turned to his wife. Seeing her with a round belly, washing dishes as they had dinner in the oven. Her curls were tucked behind her ear as she listened to him. "Hm?"

"What if it's a boy.. I was thinking Johnny?" He asked her. Looking back to his wife as she stopped her task.

Her brown eyes glanced back to him as she was thinking. Pondering the requests, she put the plate down in the drying rack.

"Hmmm.. Johnny Joseph Riley?" She asked him as she glanced to him. Her brown eyes scanning his reaction

Simon stopped stirring the pot, looking to the stew they were making. His eyes shook as he smiled.

"Yeah that works.. I actually.. asked Soap if he was ok with me using the name..."

His wife nodded her head as she went back to cleaning. Her mind filled as she began to think.

"Simon we don't even know it'll be a boy..." She teased him lightly, finishing up the last dish. She dried her hands off as she walked besides him. Peering into the pot as she enjoyed the meaty smell of the stew.

"Smells delicious...." She mumbled, stealing a bite for taste.

He swat her away, softly tapping her arse.

"No no no... You'll try to eat this pot on your own."

"Is that a bad thing??"

They both burst into light laughs. Enjoying the others company so much.

"Well I just think we'll hav' a boy ok?"

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The day the little bundle was born.

Was hectic.

Ghost was on a mission with Task Force 141. Ximena was in the hospital by herself. Anna was with her grandma.

The moment that helo landed on the tarmac, a storm of ginger passed the men waiting.

Bethany was shouting for Ghost.

"Ghost! GHOST! SHE'S IN LABOR!"

Once he heard those words, he panicked. She was in labor and alone. Once Soap heard those words they sprung into action.

"Lt let's go! I'll give ye a lift!"

The pair rushed by, even Ghost thanked the nurse, as they got to his truck.

Hopping in they awaken the truck and drove off. Ghost was peeling his gear off. Didn't wanna scare civi's with his look.

Soap was turning and speeding, with reason. Thank God! Ghost had his own hospital bag, quickly changing into more acceptable clothing.

As they swung into a parking spot. Simon rushed out, "Thank' Johnny!" He yelled out as he got to the front desk.

"I'm looki' for me wife. Ximena Riley-" Simon breathlessly spoke as the receptionist started to look.

"That's fine... Mmmmm this is her room. Let the nurses in Labor and Delivery know you're her husband dearie ok? They'll let you through."

With that he was off. Rushing into the elevators as he was carried up the lift.

As he did as he was told and let in. Being lead to the room.

And once inside, he saw her holding a little bundle. Her soft voice rang in the room as she was on the bed. Her curls were in buns, pulled back. He noticed her nose scrunched up a long with that scar she's had forever now.

Walking over he didn't wanna startle her. But he admired her, seeing the love in her eyes.

And once he saw the little boy in her hands. A boy...

He had a tussle of brown curls. His mother's deep olive tan skin. And he had those chubby cheeks Simon loves from babies.

"There he is..." Simon finally said. Ximena glancing to him as she radiated a soft smile

"Our little Johnny is here..." Her voice was like heaven. Even if Simon was worn out from his mission..just the sight he got to see. It healed his tired soul so quickly

"Yeah Mama... Our lil Johnny..."

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An: OH GOD. this took forever but I'm actually happy with how this came out. Thank you so much to those that have enjoyed and followed along so far! Also thank you for being patient with me too! I'll keep you all posted on the last one of the baby series! Can't wait for the twins eeee. Love you all and thank you!!💕✨

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rainismdata · 4 months ago

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Call of Duty: Original Character

Elisha "Miriam" Gershom

[originally posted on March 6, 2023]

a teacher and Valeria Garza's hidden wife

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The Meaning of Her Name:

ELISHA: "My God is salvation". Her parents believed that she was born and survived in the arena sphere because of the God they praised all the time. They taught their belief to Elisha, telling her bible stories and song they could still remember.

GERSHOM: "Exile, A Stranger There". It was actually the opposite because of the fact that she was born at the arena, but her parents were strangers in that arena.

"MIRIAM": Moses and Aaron's sister, who led the dance and sing in joy towards the God. Elisha likes to dance and sing (humming songs), that's why Valeria called her Miriam, before Valeria knows Elisha's name. Elisha likes it, and wants to keep it.

A Story about The Champion:

She was one of the Champion in the same arena sphere as Lexa and Luna. She is older than Lexa and Luna. So, when she was told to fight Lexa and Luna, she used it to "teach" or "train" them. She thinks they both actually are good kids.

She was born (y. 1990) in the arena. She was the one who survived the longest in the arena since whe was born there. Her parents both were the champions, too. Her parents died in a fight when she was ten year old. That's also the time when she became selectively mute.

Her parents taught her to read and write, using anything around them— like the sand and a stick, for example. She doesn't talk. Not even really used her ability to write to communicate.

A Story about The Dancer:

Elisha got the name "Miriam" from Valeria. Valeria was once found Elisha when she was dancing by her own in her cell, humming a song in low register. Valeria couldn't recognize the song, so she thought Elisha was singing the song by memory, could be from her parents. That is when Valeria fell first for Elisha.

Yes. She likes to dance. Loves it. She would do it anytime she got time for herself.

Her loves to dance has trained her to be good for doing acrobatic moves, as well in fights.

A Story about The Innocent:

She is selectively mute. She doesn't really communicate (using signs or writings) about anything unless she needs to. She used sign language more after Valeria got her out from the Arena, now that she has access to learn more about many things.

She is expressive, but she also could read people's emotion by their gaze or gestures.

Fighting was all of her life, she knows nothing about anything else if people didn't tell her about anything that she could ask more about it. Hearing that another kids was not there because they want it, it makes her sad. That's was also one of the reasons why Lexa and Luna were feeling attached to her.

She has that innocent look (with her big round eyes) when she was not fighting. She looks at people wonderfully. She helped kids.

She doesn't mind for being naked, but she understands the use or the importance of wearing clothes and armor— she wears them anyways. She could recognize how people feel about a woman being naked, it's all written in anyone's gaze.

Well— she's not that innocent, but— it's just that she's not into sexual things.

She doesn't cut her hair intentionally, it's always because her opponents cut it as they fought her. Her hair was a whole mess. it's wavy. Sometimes it's just hard for her to get a chance to clean herself as as older as she gets, she got more rounds of fight. This changed when she was 20 year old. They gave her time for herself, to take care of herself. She still has her long black hair with white and grey strands here and there. She just let it down, without doing anything to it— even when she was fighting at the arena.

A Story about The Champion and El Sin Nombre:

Valeria fell first for Elisha, when she found Elisha was dancing and humming to a song my her memory in her cell. Valeria called her Miriam, before she knew her name.

Valeria came to the Arena Sphere because of one of her "friend", who was one of the donators for the fights in the Arena. Fell for Elisha, then she came more often, and starts to donate, only for Elisha.

Later on, Valeria needs Elisha for her own. She threaten the manager, so that she could bring Elisha out from the Arena, and never come back. It was 2012. She took every files about Miriam; but... Valeria didn't take all every files contains her own names. That's why Price still could get Valeria's name; on Lexa and Luna's files.

Valeria and Elisha got married in 2019, in Las Almas, privately.

Elisha works as a teacher in a regular school to teach/help kids with disability. Valeria take her to the school and pick her up all the time, unless when there's a certain cartel reason— No one knows that Valeria was El Sin Nombre.

Elisha has the intention to get her Valeria back. She tried to reach Valeria with letters. Valeria was okay for being in the prison. She assured Elisha that she was okay even though she was missing her Elisha, and actually worrying Elisha. Elisha couldn't deny it. Elisha needs Valeria to come back, to their home. Valeria told her that she would get a conditional discharge.

2027...is when finally Valeria get back to their house, brought all of Elisha's letters back home, arranging it together with the letters she sent to Elisha.

2027... After got discharged, Valeria could now focus more on living peacefully in Las Almas. Valeria told them many things in the interrogations without saying any names of her men, not even one. Rodolfo knows Alejandro understood how does it feels, protecting "their people"; Valeria hates Graves, too. Valeria could assure them that her men would never do anything without her permission.

The Fights of The Champion:

Her loves to dance has trained her to be good at doing acrobatic moves, as well in her fights— effectively.

she fought against The Twins (Lexa and Luna) both in a single fight; the twins got the power of two person (hopefully), while Miriam got the power of age and experience. WELL— She used it to intentionally trained them without the managers know it. She thinks they both actually are good kids.

She's great at sneaky attacks. She was sensitive of sounds in her earlier life. As she gets older, the ability seems to degrading, but doesn't make her loose the ability. Sometimes, she likes to hear sounds— sometimes, no.

She likes to fight with her own fists. She's somewhat thirsty for blood.

She was mastering the use of nodachi and metal spiky flail. Sometimes, she used it for both or one of them then one shield on her other hand. That's why she's goot at parrying any weapons and dodging attacks.

Another thing she likes— throwing anything to a point, or many points, with anything; could be a blunt or sharp weapon.

Additional Plot Information:

Elisha was Alejandro and Rodolfo's adoptive son's favorite teacher. Only then knowing that she is actually Valeria's wife, later in 2030s. Alejandro's adoptive son was ever said to her that his father likes to dance, too, that's why he likes to dance and wants to learn more from Elisha.

That one day, Elisha asked Alejandro to dance for a while, and he danced with her. After the dancing, Elisha left a letter to him, saying that she knew he could dance and she knew about his son because she was his teacher. Elisha also said thank you for Alejandro, that he lets his son to learn as much as he wants, that Alejandro educates his son to be a good guy. His son was not really said Alejandro's name, but with how he describes it, Elisha immediately thinks about Alejandro.

A few months after that, Alejandro went to the school with Rodolfo to pick up their son. When they meet Elisha, Alejandro immediately said “I'm not alone on raising my son. This is Rodolfo Parra. He is my husband.” Elisha immediately smiled, then signing and mouthing “I know” at the same time. They talked for awhile, waiting for their son to finish playing with his friends. It took them long enough actually, just right when Valeria came to pick up Elisha. That's when Alejandro and Rodolfo knew that Elisha is Valeria's wife.

Valeria jokingly teased Alejandro and Rodolfo who were finally get married,

Alejandro: “I've probably been married longer than you, V.”

Valeria: “Uh-huh? When did you married with Rudy?”

Alejandro: “2021.”

Valeria: “Jokes on you, Ale. We've been married since 2019.”

Alejandro: “Damn it.”

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tea-the-not-understanding · 6 months ago

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Alright, I just made a new oc out of my dream

His name is Death star cookie, powerful in some way asshole but also nice. He's so easily angered because everything he do, always end up wrong.

For a good example to this - He try to burn down a kitchen, but end up cooking the best meal in the universe - in bbq moment, he using his power to breath fire and using flame thrower, end up make the best meat and steak in the whole yard and won the trophy - He try to kidnap someone, but end up kidnap a criminal so the small village saw him as a hero - He attempt on murder, he murder a killer who supposed to be in death sentence, so the police give him some candy.

Yeah, you see why he so easily angered since he try to be chaotic and evil but end up doing something nice.

And his lore is complicated so I'll try to explain with my best.

Like in my au, Luna/Moon cookie. She's literally depressed and a broken mother who unable to have a child of her own through multiples tries.

Now, when ever a child were born from Planet cookie, or for Luna cookie. A small star/planet were also born. But if they unable to make it through and die, the same goes to the small star/planet as well. Where the planet/star explode or cracked and shattered. Luna always go out to clean the debris, in hoping or believing that she's collecting the small souls and keep them together so that the little ones will not get lost in the after life. Turns out, her believes seem to be true, since a little parts that isn't collected, are part of the lost vessels. So when she finally have a son, Little moon cookie. She were thrilled and joyful, but sadly, it didn't last. Because of her husband were so feared of what he see in the future of the Little moon. He take away her son and disposed of him into the cookie world, in hoping that he'll die from lack of care.

But faith have different option, where due to lack of care and anybody who could teach Little moon cookie to control his ability. His emotions got the best of him, splitting him apart, creating Melatonin and Icing. So when Luna see two moons, she know her son is alive somewhere and been spending years on the moon, looking down, weeping as she desperately looking for her lost son.

Time went by, and to her horror, she were a little late when she witness one of the small two moons of her son are shattered. She try to go out to clean, but it were too late. Now, the small vessels that weren't collected, all gather up together and same goes with the small shattered moon, it created a Death star. To Luna horror, she knew what her husband saw and see why he feared it. A Death star, known to bring chaos and horror. But the one thing that the husband didn't see through. Is that the vessels that were collected and formed together. It made Death star cookie very harmless and clumsy. And also had a lot of useful skills. She see good in him and take care of him like he son, fulfill her wishes and dream of having a son.

It also the reason why he have a chaos and a personality like a psychopath (probably got that part from icing vessels.) while the rest of the goods are all from the long disease and unable to make it through vessels. And because of this, it make him goofy and silly and TOTALLY harmless lol

And for some reason, he had the ability to summon cubes and shapes that he can make it into a bomb or form a shape to create a dome or a box around the victim. And if one of the ball is darkness like blackhole, yeah that thing can destroy you into juice. Which is why he use the box ability to close the victim and create a red box filled with someone insides and death. (totally got this in my dream :] )

@ask-churro-cookie ( shocking news- Marigold won't believe it! ) @roseofdarkness0 ( Is my writing good?? :D ) @m00r3-cha0s ( this is the little shit that chasing your sheep )

#Death star cookie #cookie run oc #cookie run #oc #I love this little shit #he's a bastard #but also silly

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ligbi · 2 months ago

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I'm having Sailor Moon thoughts for the first time in a long time and

The cats.

They're from Planet Mau. We all know this. We also know they existed in the Silver Millenium and Queen Serenity put them into a stasis to wait for Usagi to need them after she's been reborn -She's been re-born before according to Sailor Moon Sailor Stars Musical, but that was an era of peace(?). While we don't know the exact time the cats awoke, it seems to be after Beryl's reincarnation accidentally woke Metallia up at the D Point, so it seems fair to assume the seal on Metallia and on the cats was linked.

Now, Queen Serenity doesn't come from our solar system, and is from another Galaxy (as is Nehellenia), but Pluto/Uranus/Neptune and the Inners seem to have been born in the Galaxy, as was presumably Saturn who slept until she was called upon to destroy the world after the cats were sent away. What we don't know is when the cats came to the Moon from Mau.

Did Queen Serenity take them with her when she fled from her place of origin? Were they ambassadors sent to the our Galaxy? Tin Nyanko recognized Luna and Artemis as Mau residents, but didn't seem to know them personally- it seems like she assumed they escaped when Galaxia came to the planet to murder everyone.

I have obvious opinions on the timeline of Silver Millennium events- Queen Serenity left her home during the early days of the Sailor Wars because it takes Galaxia a while to murder Everyone, Nehellenia's curse summoned a poor clone of Chaos to the sun which created Metallia, the events with Artuka happened while Endymion and the Princess were courting, Beryl did a lot wrong but I forgive her anyway, ect ect, but Why the cats were there in the first place isn't explained and we can't use the same crow logic for them.

Lead Crow knew Phobos and Deimos during the Silver Millennium Era, and that they were chosen to be trained as soldiers- presumably a type of Sailor Senshi- under Mars. Chosen by whom is unclear but Queen Serenity hand picked Mars to be, well, Mars, and we can assume did the same with the other girls, so it seems like a sailor crystal is gifted to you and linked with your star seed- or maybe replaces it?- which makes some sense since Queen Serenity just showed up to this galaxy and took over crystal duties- and appointing a child to guard the door of time and space. Is Pluto the only person in the universe doing that, or are there other doors in other galaxies? Did Queen Serenity have some type of Senshi-adjacent duty before she had to leave?

But the cats don't have sailor crystals and don't seem like they were training to become senshi- one for obvious reasons since even with the Golden Crystal Mamoru is still just...whatever he is, and the other-look PGSM is the best Sailor Moon, but it does Not fit in with the greater canon sorry Sailor Luna with your Candy themed attacks- so let's assume they....what? moved to the Moon to be advisors? Was Queen Serenity a big deal 'elsewhere' and that's what people of Mau who aren't even here to train as senshi are so close to the royal family? Was she taking in refugees from other planets that were destroyed by Galaxia? That could explain the residents of Moon and the castles of the other senshi, and why they just have castles that seem to be rules by the Moon, instead of their own kingdoms.

I know this solar system has great balance for harboring star seeds, which is why it gets to be the specialist place in the universe, and the last one Galaxia attacks, but was it the new ancient magical alien equivalent of the U.N. after the first was was presumably destroyed by Galaxia? That would explain some things, I guess.

I also think Mau was a version of Loveless which explains why human!Diana has a tail but Artemis and Luna don't (th3y hd th4 seggz ~>.<~)

#sailor moon #bishoujo senshi sailor moon #pretty guardian sailor moon #sailor moon meta #planet mau #luna #artemis #meta #the other side of this is that naoko was an overworked newbie #being forced to expand her stuff on the fly by a big company who had heavy creative input #but thats always the boring answer

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Seventh Year: Reconciliations Bonus Scene 8

Can still scarcely believe First Born is done. I am able to share another scene I had been sitting on for a while. Keep in mind that while this one takes place during Reconciliations, it's best read after the last chapter unless you want some spoilers about things.

Or maybe you do want spoilers. I don't know.

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“You can see him, right?” Draco asked Luna.

Luna looked at him, blinking. “Yes. Why?”

“Does he – is he different?”

It was a moment before Luna responded, expression thoughtful. “He’s…closed off. More withdrawn. It was bad when we first came here, but since then…it hasn’t really changed.”

“He keeps saying it’s fine and nothing he can’t handle,” Draco said. “That we were expecting worse than what it’s been. I think he isn’t sharing everything.”

Luna chewed her lower lip, looking down at the book she had been reading. From the cover, it seemed like a romance of a blue person swooning into a rugged blond man’s arms. There was a dark tower in the background backlit by lightning. “He normally doesn’t. Have you tried speaking to him?”

“Once,” Draco admitted. “The first night. I didn’t think trying again would get me anywhere else and…” There had been something else that cautioned him not to push too hard here, though he had wanted to shake Michael until answers fell out. Something about the look in Michael’s eyes.

“I don’t think he’s likely to share much with me either,” Luna said regretfully. “He’s…hiding.”

Draco blinked. “Hiding? We see him every day.”

Luna shook her head. “Yes, but he’s still hiding.”

Draco was still baffled. “I’m not quite sure what you mean by that, Luna.”

Luna shrugged, cryptic as ever. “I know Susan has asked some questions, but it usually leaves her wanting to hit him with a pillow.”

Draco understood the sentiment. “…Do you mean hiding by how he’s withdrawn?”

“I don’t think he wants me to see,” Luna said, “but I don’t think I could see what he doesn’t want me to. But I can see enough that it’s…wrong. I was hoping it would get better. He smiles more now.”

He did. It was nice to see. Though Draco wished those smiles were in a slightly different context than Dummy asking them embarrassing questions about the hygiene habits of wizards. Ginny had admitted Dummy reminded her of her father and that was a comparison Draco hadn’t wanted to make but now couldn’t stop himself from doing so.

“I know there’s a saying about everything having its own timeline,” Draco said, “but I don’t think waiting longer will do anything here.”

“It might, but it would probably take a very long time. We might be old then.” Luna sounded thoughtful.

“…I would prefer for that not to be the case.”

“I wouldn’t either.” Luna closed her book and put it to the side. Her expression was thoughtful.

Draco hesitated a moment, then offered, “Some of his siblings have been trying. Gabriel, especially.”

Luna looked up at him. “Do you want to ask?”

“No.” Draco made a face, then sighed. “But we have to.”

There was no response from Luna but she stood up, nodding at Draco.

Draco had no idea where he was going. It wasn’t to Michael, who was with the others who were getting lessons on weapons from an overly eager Asgardian who had been too excited to share how to use the sharp, pointy swords in the armory. However, he didn’t know where to find Gabriel.

He could always pray…

Luna ended up asking one of the cleaning staff that wasn’t a metal “robot,” and the two were directed to a small side room that Draco would never have found on his own. Unfortunately it wasn’t just Gabriel in there. Raphael and Lucifer were present as well.

Lucifer was sitting on the back of the couch, those keen grayish eyes fixed on the two of them as they entered. He didn’t say anything.

Gabriel looked like he’d been in the middle of pacing, coming to a stop to also look at them. Raphael stood at a wall, looking almost uncomfortably like Michael. Draco could really see the familial resemblance.

“You’re not lost, are you?” Gabriel asked after a long moment of silence.

Draco shook himself, stepping forward. “We were looking for you.”

Gabriel’s eyebrows rose. “Well…here I am.”

“Michael…we’re worried about him, and he isn’t talking.”

Gabriel grimaced, glancing at Raphael and Lucifer. “Yeah…we’ve been giving him space. Not too sure how well that’s working out.”

“He’s hiding,” Luna said. She looked between the three of them, biting her lip and pressing her fingers together. “You – you can see that, can’t you?”

They all turned to look at Luna, expressions intent. Even though he wasn’t under their attention, a shiver ran down Draco’s spine.

For her part, Luna didn’t budge, keeping her head high.

“What do you see?” Raphael asked curiously.

“I – I see him. But he’s… It’s not like it was before. He’s pulled back.”

“It was different before?”

“Yes.” Luna didn’t turn away, still looking them in the eye. “But here – it’s… He’s all curled up. It’s – it’s like the Snorkacks when they’re injured. They hide in their shells.”

They looked at each other again, seeming to communicate silently and probably actually doing so given they were angels.

“Is that not something you noticed?” Draco asked.

Gabriel pulled a face. Lucifer grimaced, looking down at the floor. Raphael looked worried, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Michael’s always been hard to read,” Gabriel said slowly. “Even for us. And, well…he’s not given us much.”

“Are you not supposed to know him better?” Draco demanded. “You’re his siblings. Doesn’t that mean something?”

Gabriel looked pained. “You’re right; it should. Unfortunately…it hasn’t for a long time.”

“Then aren’t you going to do something about it?”

“I did,” Lucifer said, grumpy. “I brought you here.”

Draco blinked, looking at him. “I rather thought you did it to prove a point.”

“I did.”

Draco squinted at him, thinking Draco’s point and Lucifer’s points were two different points.

“We’ve tried,” Luna said when Draco continued staring at Lucifer. “And it does help, but he keeps saying we can’t really understand and that this is all to be expected and he deserves it.”

Gabriel muttered something under his breath that sounded like a curse, rubbing a hand over his face. Lucifer looked even more pained. Raphael seemed like she had a question answered she didn’t really want answered.

“That’s why we’re here,” Draco said, looking between each of them. “He keeps telling us we wouldn’t understand. Even if we ask for more, he doesn’t want to share.” He scowled. “Because he thinks we’re too fragile for it. I presume it wouldn’t be the same for you.”

Gabriel snorted, still covering his face with a hand. “No. There’s other baggage with us.”

“We don’t want to be old by the time he’s willing to share,” Luna said, pleading. “We – I don’t want him to keep hurting. Not when something can be done.”

Raphael drew in a long breath, relaxing from her rigid pose by the wall. “I can speak to him,” she said quietly.

Gabriel glanced at her. “You sure?”

Raphael nodded. “I know what it is he’s going through. I’ll speak to him.”

The three archangels looked at each other for a long moment before Raphael nodded and disappeared with the sound of fluttering wings. That just left Draco and Luna together with Gabriel and Lucifer.

Which…Draco wasn’t sure what to do here. He felt odd making small talk with Michael’s family, especially these two.

“Raphael knows what she’s doing,” Lucifer told Gabriel in a low voice.

Gabriel hummed in response, expression slightly distant. “Usually.” The corner of his mouth ticked up in a wry smile.

There wasn’t any other conversation, at least not where Draco or Luna could hear. He shared a commiserating look with her, then just settled in to wait.

Draco wasn’t sure how long it would take, but emotional conversations should take a while, right? If anything happened, he was relatively certain Gabriel or Lucifer would tell them with that strange link they all shared. So they could wait here—

Raphael appeared in the space she had left several minutes ago, looking not at all like she had just had an emotionally intense conversation. Draco knew Michael had trouble with telling time because angels were above human conceptions such as time, but surely a conversation couldn’t have happened that quickly?

“Well?” Draco demanded. “What happened?”

Raphael glanced only briefly at him, turning her attention towards Gabriel. “He says he would like time.”

“We’ve been giving him time. It’s not been doing anything,” Gabriel pointed out.

“Not long enough,” Raphael disagreed. “We had so much time, Gabriel. Time he hasn’t had.”

…What the bloody hell? No. No. They weren’t just going to leave Michael like that, were they?

Luna looked just as upset, so that was good. She glanced at him, and they turned towards the angels to protest, though Gabriel beat them to it.

“What exactly did he say, Raphael?” Gabriel asked. “Wasn’t it you who told us he’s masking?”

“Yes, but I understand that. I went through it myself. He and I – we’re very similar.” Raphael hesitated, looking as uncertain as Michael did sometimes. It was uncanny despite the different physical features. She sighed. “He said there’s no issue. Pointed out we’re very similar and that he needs time. The same time I needed. He was…reassuring.”

Oh, of course. That was Michael in a nutshell. He could be so very reassuring that he had everything handled.

Draco choked out a laugh, rubbing a hand over his face and pinching his nose.

“He asked that we trust him,” Raphael continued speaking. “Trust that he knows what he’s doing.”

When Draco looked up, he saw Gabriel also now rubbing a hand over his face. He seemed frustrated, which was relieving. It seemed like Gabriel wasn’t about to just let it be like he had before. It seemed like Michael had been right that Gabriel was trying.

He glanced back at Luna, who was worrying at her lower lip and looking at Gabriel. On seeing him looking, she gave him a brief smile, reaching out to squeeze his arm. She didn’t let go.

“Like this, sister?” Gabriel’s tone was warm and reassuring. He sounded…different, and Luna’s hand on Draco’s spasmed, her eyes widening.

Draco looked away from her face, watching Gabriel in confusion. Raphael seemed taken aback, the most surprised Draco had ever seen her. There was no such surprise with Lucifer, though Draco was unable to read what was on his face.

“It’s going to be okay, right?” Gabriel said, smiling. His tone was gentle, still very reassuring. “Hey, I got it handled.” He laughed, flashing a quicksilver grin that brightened his face. “It’s all good, yeah? There’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Gabriel—” Raphael protested.

Luna squeezed his arm again, inhaling sharply. Draco glanced at her and then back at Gabriel, unsure of what she was seeing.

“I got this,” Gabriel said, reassuring and calm. It was much bolder than Michael’s statements but no less reassuring.

“This might make things worse,” Raphael cautioned.

Gabriel glanced at Draco and Luna, shooting them both a reassuring smile. “Things are already fucked, Raphael. Besides, fixing things is what I do.” He disappeared an instant later. Unlike with Raphael, there was no sound of wings.

Lucifer sighed, looking over at Raphael. “That is what Michael did to you. He’s very good at it – always has been. Gabriel is as well, though I can call him on his bullshit.”

Raphael’s lips were flat. “Do you?”

“Sometimes,” Lucifer said. “Not always. He’s good enough to hide from me at times.” There was a rueful twist at his mouth, a grimace of sorts.

“What was that?” Luna asked. “He…changed.”

Raphael and Lucifer both looked at her, the motion so similar Draco was reminded they really were siblings.

“He’s part human,” Lucifer said after a moment. “You probably saw his soul.”

“Is that…what I’m seeing in you, too?”

“Yes and no. I’m not part human. I’m an artificial intelligence.”

Draco checked with Luna to see if that was a term he should know and was relieved to see Luna looked just as uncomprehending.

Lucifer laughed, though the sound didn’t seem unkind. “Artificial intelligences have been theorized in Muggle books by your time. Some scientists have even made attempts at creating some, though they’re very rudimentary. What Gabriel – Tony – created is a truly self-learning program that’s able to evolve and grow on its own. You’ve met Dummy and his siblings; they’re just like me.”

That didn’t really explain much for Draco. Dummy, Butterfingers, and You seemed like humans, even if…very weird ones. That didn’t need to use the bathroom.

“Have you seen a computer?” Raphael asked them.

It was another word Draco was unfamiliar with. Thankfully Luna also shook her head.

Lucifer hummed, expression thoughtful. “Consider it…like a spell that’s able to respond to you. You have spells you can use to search for things or write things down, but what if they were suddenly able to predict what you need? Extrapolate from previous habits to determine what should be next? And what if they were able to speak to you?” On seeing understanding fill their expressions, Lucifer nodded. “There you go. That’s an artificial intelligence. Well, roughly speaking, anyway.”

It was…kind of him to explain that to them. Lucifer didn’t need to, but he had. It was…very odd.

“I’d try talking to him myself,” Lucifer said, “but for a variety of reasons that’s…not a good idea. Gabriel’s the next best bet, since he’s as stubborn as they come.”

“Michael’s pretty bloody stubborn, too,” Draco reluctantly admitted.

Lucifer snorted. “I know.” He sounded fond. “But between those two…I’d put my money on Gabriel.”

Draco wasn’t sure how much to believe Lucifer, but Raphael didn’t seem to disagree, so he supposed that meant something.

Luna squeezed Draco’s arm again, then finally let it go. Draco had entirely forgotten she was even holding it.

“Thank you,” Luna said.

Raphael shook her head. “We should thank you instead. Thank you for bringing this to our attention.”

“You should have known,” Draco said.

There were twin grimaces.

“We knew,” Lucifer said. “But we were hoping it would sort itself out. Obviously it didn’t.”

Nothing ever sorted itself out with Michael unless someone went ahead and poked him. Michael was only ever insistent on change when it came to others.

“Obviously,” Draco said instead.

There was a faint, answering smile that flickered over Lucifer’s lips.

They didn’t say anything else for some time. Draco stuffed his hands in his robe pockets and considered the artwork in the room. There were a few paintings on the walls, much less bizarre than the ones in Michael’s room and with more normal subject matter such as books, water, or a serene landscape with a tree being struck by lightning. Much more normal.

The carpets in the room were all very soft and a multitude of colors and patterns. There were some very thick blankets on the couches. Despite the ostentatious nature of this room being inside a palace, it was clear it had been designed primarily for comfort.

It was the exact opposite of a similar room in Draco’s own manor. Which was only to be expected but still disappointing.

Draco was in the middle of contemplating the design styles of the pillars when something skittered over his skin. His hairs rose on end, and he swallowed, his stomach churning with dread. Luna had also stiffened, so he wasn’t imagining things.

Yet it was Lucifer and Raphael’s reactions which alarmed him. Both of them looked in the same direction, at the far wall, clearly on edge.

Something vibrated through Draco, and it almost felt like the earth beneath his feet shifted before as suddenly as it had come, it was gone and it felt like a weight had lifted. He drew in a sharp gasp, feeling like he’d been under water.

“Was that—” Luna sounded just as breathless.

“Gabriel did it,” Raphael said, relieved.

“You should stop doubting him,” Lucifer said.

“There are very few I don’t doubt, and while Gabriel is one of them, Michael is the second. Though in this case, it does seem that Gabriel out-stubborned Michael.”

Lucifer hummed, still looking at the wall. After a moment, he glanced back at Draco and Luna. “Gabriel took him off world, but they’re fine.”

“That didn’t feel fine,” Draco said.

Lucifer shrugged, smiling crookedly. “Is that the first time Michael’s been somewhat emotional?”

Draco didn’t quite want to answer that, not to Lucifer, but Luna shook her head without hesitation.

“He probably kept it under control then, not wanting to hurt you. This was slightly different. Gabriel moved them so he could let it out.”

“Where?” Draco asked.

“Off Asgard.” Lucifer’s expression was slightly distant. “Though Gabriel’s hiding, so that’s as much as I can give you.”

Draco pressed his lips together. He had to trust Gabriel had Michael’s best interests at heart. He didn’t have a choice here.

Why couldn’t they have been enough for Michael? Why was it that his old family, the ones that had hurt him, were the ones who could speak to him and actually get him to listen? It wasn’t fair.

“You should speak to Steve.”

It took Draco a moment to realize Lucifer was speaking to him. He looked up at him, frowning. Steve?

Lucifer shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable. “It might help.”

“Help with what?” Draco asked warily.

“With everything between you and Michael,” Lucifer said. “I’d normally suggest Loki, but he’s…probably not the best idea here, so Steve.”

Draco went cold. “What about Michael and me?”

Lucifer took a moment to answer, watching Draco closely. “You’re in love with him.”

Mortification suffused him, hot and scorching. He wanted to turn around and run. Who else was able to see that? Was Michael? Had he just been too polite to say anything?

“Not judging,” Lucifer said gently, “but we’re not the best ones to give advice on this. I’m uninterested, as is Raphael, and Gabriel just now realized Loki’s been more invested in the relationship than Gabriel’s been. Steve was human, and he can give you some advice. He’s good at that.”

“Why do you care?” Draco forced out through numb lips.

“Michael’s my brother,” Lucifer said simply. “He cares about you. And judging by how things have been going so far, he’s never going to do anything about it.”

“I would have thought you’d be happy enough just laughing at him from the sidelines.”

Lucifer’s smile was strained. “…No. Never. It was…never like that.”

No, it was just that he’d killed Michael.

Still…Steve wasn’t terrible. He was…very Muggle, but Draco hadn’t interacted much with Muggles at all. Steve seemed nice enough. If Draco wanted to talk to him.

“You don’t have to,” Lucifer said. “It’s just a suggestion.”

Draco double-checked that his Occlumency shields were still tight, which they were.

“It may take them a while,” Lucifer said, “so no need to wait here.”

Luna grabbed hold of Draco’s arm. She hesitated for a moment. “Thank you, Samael.”

Lucifer’s smile this time looked more genuine. “Anytime, Luna.”

Draco knew that Lucifer had another name, though he hadn’t thought about using it. Not when his motives were still so unclear.

But maybe they were less so now.

“That went well,” Luna commented once they were out of the room.

Draco would reserve judgment until he saw Michael again, but he could hope, couldn’t he?

He’d let Luna tell the others what happened.

Draco saw Steve a few more times over the rest of the day, usually alongside a few of the other Muggles. Though Michael had said they were part angel now. Angel-Muggle? How did that even work?

They looked human enough, but so had Michael. Yet these also behaved human in a way Michael had never managed.

Steve seemed nice enough. The others looked up to him, usually literally as he was the tallest of Gabriel’s friends, but he also seemed the most approachable. As far as suggestions went, approaching him wasn’t a bad idea.

But it just seemed…odd. That Steve and apparently also Loki both loved Gabriel.

He considered the option for a while, staying clear of the others and their worrying over Michael. It was well into evening by the time he’d made up his mind, and then he had to find Steve, which took some time given how large the palace was.

He eventually found him in an interior courtyard, one with a small fountain burbling in the middle. There was grass and some small trees in the corners, along with benches. Steve was here, but so was Peggy, the two of them sharing one of the benches. They had drinks in hand and seemed to be sitting in companionable silence.

It was startlingly intimate, and Draco almost turned around and left before Steve noticed him and waved him over.

“I can come back,” Draco said, awkward.

“It’s fine,” Peggy assured him, smiling. She squeezed Steve’s hand.

“You can have a seat,” Steve said. He seemed to realize a moment later that he and Peggy were on the only bench and the next one was too far out of earshot to be comfortable. “Or…hm…”

Draco solved the issue by conjuring a chair. It wasn’t very comfortable, but conjuring wasn’t his specialty.

“I forgot you could do that.” Steve looked down at his hands briefly before smiling up at Draco. “You wanted to speak to me?”

Draco hesitated. “…Samael suggested it.”

Steve’s eyebrows rose. “She did?”

Draco blinked. “She?”

“Sam doesn’t care either way. It amuses her when people try to guess.”

Draco could see that. “What’s the right guess?”

“Ne,” Steve answered, which didn’t even sound like a word. More like a butchered “no” like how Americans butchered the English language with their accents.

“Ne,” Draco repeated slowly. “Which is…?”

“Nothing, really. When I said Sam doesn’t care, ne really doesn’t. Angels aren’t male or female; they just take pity on us.” Steve’s voice was wry.

Draco frowned, looking down at the cobblestones. He knew Michael wasn’t actually the human he looked like. He hadn’t thought further beyond that and what it meant.

“If Michael hasn’t said anything about it, it’s likely he doesn’t care either,” Steve said gently. “From what Tony’s said, they tend to go by what their vessel is. Some are different – like Sam – but it’s a safe bet usually.”

Draco leaned an elbow against an armrest, unsure exactly of how to best broach this topic. “Samael said…you’d be the best one to speak to about…relationships.”

Steve’s eyebrows rose, then lowered. “Oh. Well…” He glanced askance at Peggy, who seemed amused. “I guess…” He seemed a little embarrassed. “I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to help, but sure.”

Great. Now Draco had no idea how to ask what he wanted to know beyond being blunt.

Steve took a drink from his cup. His ears looked a little red. “I’m not actually in a relationship with Tony. That’s…Loki. It’s been too long for me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Steve.” Peggy sounded reproving. “He loves you all the same.”

Steve shrugged. “I know. It doesn’t change that it’s been a very long time.”

“Some things haven’t changed.”

Steve’s smile was rueful. “No. That’s true enough.” Sighing, he looked back at Draco. “Angels don’t love like we do. Like humans,” he amended.

“I know that.” Draco barely kept the annoyance out of his voice.

“I’m not saying that to warn you off it,” Steve said. “It never worked on me before. But you need to know what that means so you can decide for yourself. For an angel…when they love something – love someone – that’s what they focus on. They make decisions based on that, on that love. It can be…dangerous, having that power.” He tapped his finger against his cup. “Castiel’s the only one I know of who’s in love with a human like that.”

Draco frowned. “But you and Gabriel… Tony…”

“He doesn’t love me like that,” Steve said plainly. “He doesn’t love Loki like that either. But he loves us all the same, differently than with others. It’s not all focused on one person.”

“He has his favorites, you mean.”

“Yeah. That’s one way of putting it.” Steve’s smile was wry. “And Michael… I don’t know him well. I don’t know him at all, really. But I can see he loves all of you.”

“I know that.” That wasn’t the issue. Michael had made that so painstakingly clear before.

Steve sighed, giving him a small smile. “I’m guessing he wanted you to find someone else and be happy?”

Draco said nothing.

Steve nodded, still with that small smile that seemed far too understanding. It would have upset Draco if it also seem entirely genuine. “They can’t love like humans. Like you do. But it doesn’t mean they can’t commit. It just means you make something of your own – something different.”

Draco looked down at the cobblestones again. “What do you have?”

“I have his friendship,” Steve said. “I also know I can talk to him and he’ll always be there for me. He gave me a home, and I’ll never forget that.”

Stealing a glance at Peggy showed no jealousy on her face, just simple understanding and love.

“You did find something else,” Draco noted.

“Ah…well…” Steve scratched at his cheek. “That was all Tony, really.”

Draco tried to imagine Michael finding him a date. For some reason he just pictured Michael dropping some random person in front of Draco and disappearing, like a cat.

“It wasn’t new,” Steve continued. “Peggy and I…we had something before I ever met Tony, but it didn’t work out at the time. Tony gave us a second chance.”

“I see.” Draco didn’t quite have that chance. It had only ever been Michael.

“We’re not the same,” Steve said. “Michael isn’t Tony. Whatever you decide to do, it’ll be yours. But you’ll have to make it yourself because it’ll never be the same as what humans have.”

Draco pulled on his sleeve, fingering the fabric. “I don’t… I don’t want pity.”

“I understand that. I wouldn’t want it either. I know Tony doesn’t do things out of pity, but I don’t know about Michael. You know him better.”

Draco couldn’t see Michael doing anything out of pity. He shook his head. “He wouldn’t.” Yet he also didn’t know if Michael would be open to the possibility of revisiting this topic. Not after he’d so clearly stated last time that Draco was too young and needed to find someone else.

“Loki might be a better idea to talk to,” Steve said after a hesitant moment.

“…Samael said he wasn’t a good idea.”

There was another moment of deliberation. “I’ll help,” Steve said firmly.

“This I have to see,” Peggy said dryly.

Steve rolled his eyes, huffing. He was smiling, though, as he stood. “Would you like to talk to him?”

Draco had only seen Loki in passing. The most he’d seen of him had been that first day, and they’d been swarmed by everyone else so Draco had never spoken a word to him. “Is he more likely to give better advice?”

Steve winced, though he was still smiling. “Well…I’m sure you’d be better able to read between the lines than I will. And he’s been involved with Tony for much longer. Otherwise I could snag Castiel somehow, but I don’t think his advice would apply. He’s…very different from the others.”

Draco wasn’t sure if Steve was aware that he made it sound like Castiel being different was a bad thing. Or maybe that was just Draco.

“Your help would be appreciated,” Draco said eventually. “I’ll speak to Loki.”

Despite this being Steve’s suggestion, he did seem a little worried. He also seemed to know exactly where to go, leading Draco unerringly to a bedroom. The style didn’t seem to fit Loki. There was too much junk in there, along with a floridly pink blanket. Loki seemed more like he preferred darker colors.

Loki was out on the balcony, not even deigning to come inside when they entered. “Is this an emergency or can it wait?”

“Not even for some old friends?” Steve said cheerfully, heading to the balcony.

Loki didn’t even turn around to face them, looking out at the twinkling lights of Asgard. “I was unaware we were friends, Steven.”

“Ally, friend, whichever you prefer.” Steve set his cup down on the railing, glancing over his shoulder at Draco. “Tony isn’t back.”

“I trust you have not come here to inform me of matters of which I am already aware.”

“Not quite.” Steve leaned against the railing, facing Loki. “Draco has some questions. I tried my best to help out, but I think your input would be more valuable.”

At this, Loki did finally look back at Draco. His green eyes briefly skimmed over Peggy before dismissing her and settling on Draco. “I assume your questions are not about the magic of this realm.”

Draco shook his head. “It’s…about your relationship with Gabriel.”

Loki arched an eyebrow. “Why would that interest you?”

It was almost like talking to another Slytherin. No matter. Draco was good at that. “From what I understand, angels don’t have relationships.”

Loki scoffed. “Gabriel is not just any angel.”

“I know he’s partly human.”

“That is not of which I speak.”

“I’m aware he’s different, but he is still an archangel, isn’t he? Steve told me a little.”

“Did he?” Loki shot an innocent Steve a sharp look. “Why are you so interested, little dragon?”

Draco resisted the urge to bristle at the name. “Michael’s my friend.”

“Yes,” Loki drawled, “a fact of which I am aware.” He paused, pinning Draco in place with a sharp look. “Gabriel is not Michael. Comparing them will not help you.”

“I’m aware they’re different,” Draco said, cross. “That isn’t why I’m asking. I’m asking you because you’re in love with Gabriel, but from what I understand, Gabriel isn’t.”

Loki was very still.

It wasn’t the same sort of pressure as with Michael, but Draco still had the impression of having poked something he shouldn’t have. He didn’t move.

When Loki spoke, his voice was silky, dark, sending shivers down Draco’s spine. “Who are you to say what Gabriel feels and does not feel?”

“Loki.” Steve’s voice was quiet. Something warm and protective curled over Draco, feeling very different than Michael.

Loki bared his teeth. “Steven.”

“I told him.” Steve’s voice was steel now. “Of all of us, I have that right.”

Loki sneered, then turned away. “You were dead, Steven. Don’t presume to know what you missed.”

“I was dead, but I wasn’t blind. I saw what happened.”

“Did you really?”

“I saw enough, and I know Tony.”

Loki turned back towards Steve, eyes glittering. “You were not the one with him over the millennia. Over the thousands and millions of years I remained by his side. You were not the one who took his mind off the loss of you, after you could no longer bear the weight of existence. Do not presume to tell me you know Gabriel after everything.”

If it had been Draco, he would very likely have called it quits here and decided to come back when Loki wasn’t quite so agitated. On the other hand, Steve didn’t budge. He just looked at Loki, lips pressed together. He would absolutely have been a Gryffindor.

“You’re right,” Steve said eventually. “You’ve spent more time with him than I have. You’ve known him longer. But he’s still Tony. And I doubt that what he told me all those years ago changed. Am I wrong?”

Loki stared at Steve for a long moment, eyes piercing, before he finally turned away again. This time it was to look at Draco. “You wish to know of my relationship?” His voice was cool. “I fail to see why you would. His brother would do you no good, but very well. He cannot give you what you seek. They are not human; they do not feel as you do. You will devote your time and energy into it but get little in return but for what they are capable of.” There was no vitriol in his tone, just a cold reiteration of facts.

Draco blinked at him, taken aback. “…You speak of that like you aren’t in a relationship with one of them.”

“Irrelevant. You wished my advice; you have it.”

“It’s relevant. You…seem to resent him.”

“Resent? No.” Loki scoffed, laughing. “I knew what he was capable of. I knew what he was able to give. The better question is, do you?”

“Why do you think I’m here?” Draco asked, fingers curling in, hidden in his robes. “I’m looking for more of an explanation than one offered by one of them.” Because he loved Michael but he did know that words were not Michael’s strength.

“I fail to see why you are here,” Loki drawled. “His brother leaves much to be desired, but I suppose there is no accounting for taste.”

“I suppose not,” Draco said coolly, “as you’re speaking of matters you know nothing of.”

“Nothing?” Loki raised an eyebrow. “You were not present when Gabriel suffered as a result of his brother’s inaction. You did not see what happened because Michael refused to act.”

But Draco could see exactly why Michael had been so stuck for so long. He could see why Michael had drawn in on himself like a crumple-horned snorkack when people like Loki rubbed it into his face. “No,” he said, clipped, “but you weren’t there when he changed. When he regretted what happened and what he didn’t do. I don’t know Michael from before, but I know him now, and I like him now. He chose to continue being my friend despite everything I did. I would be a very poor friend if I held his past actions against him when he’s given me a second chance.” He paused. “A second chance people like you refuse to give him.”

“I give him nothing he does not deserve.”

“Loki.” Steve sighed, the sound reproving. “Draco. Enough.”

“You were with me at the time, Steven, or have you forgotten?”

“I didn’t forget,” Steve said wearily. “But I also don’t hold grudges like you. More importantly, it’s about Tony.”

“Gabriel forgives far too easily.”

Steve shrugged. “Yeah, he does, but that’s his choice, isn’t it?”

“And this is mine.” Loki turned his gaze back to Draco. “You wished my advice? Then know he cannot love you like you love him. The love he has is different, and you must decide if that is enough for you or if you would prefer that of a human.”

Draco swallowed, meeting and holding Loki’s eyes. His anger cooled slightly. He wasn’t foolish enough to turn aside advice like this. “You don’t seem the type to settle.”

Loki smirked, leaning back against the balcony railing. “I have not. His love is not the same, but it means all the more for those he gives it to. He chose me. Would your Michael choose you?”

Draco didn’t know. “I appreciate it,” he said instead. “I don’t agree with your opinion of Michael, but I appreciate that you were willing to lend your advice all the same. Thank you.” The words tasted like ash.

Loki’s smirk widened. “Well. Thor could learn something from you about how to flatter someone.” He looked back at Steve. “If there is nothing else emergent, then I would highly suggest you leave.”

Draco knew a dismissal when he heard one. He left the room with Steve and Peggy shortly behind him.

“Did that help?” Steve asked him once he closed the door.

Draco looked up at him, somewhat reminded of a large dog. “It’s given me something to think on.”

“Don’t be a stranger,” Steve said. “My door’s open if you need to talk to someone about it. Or you can talk to your friends about it. I know it’s easier if you’re able to share it. And in my case…talking to Tony about it would have been really awkward.”

Ah yes. About as awkward as talking to Michael about this and getting a very stilted response because while Michael was good at many things, he was not good at emotions. Draco was very painfully aware of this.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Draco said. “Thank you for the assistance. I’ll let you two be.”

He had some things to think on.

#first born #my writing #the last archangel #bonus scene #seventh year: reconciliations

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beezonia · 7 months ago

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Stella thoughts because I love her

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She’s pan!

Her full name is Estelle Venus Solfir - Eclipsum

Stella is more confident then most, know for being herself no matter what the situation is

She’s bold and bossy, but loyal and generous. Although she can be a little bit of an air head!

Stella always has the feeling that if she’s never enough then no one will like her

So she’s always trying to impress those around her with big fashion shows or just showing off the new looks she’s designed or a better political decision she made

Always trying to prove she’s enough because she doesn’t want to be outcasted (similar to bloom after domino is brought back)

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Stella loves taking her friends shopping, she’ll pay for it (although it might be radius’s money)

She’s always there at Alfea giving fashion advice or emotional advice to those who need it!

Much like her mother, Stella is a people person without trying

Fairies want to be her or touch the ground she walks on

But Stella is humble, although she does like to gloat she knows when to stop and uses her status for good

Fun fact she’s the first solselene child to be born on solaria (well first to be recorded)

She’s closer to her father then her mother

Luna as guardian of the Seleneites isn’t around in Sunburst city often and when she is. It’s for vague visits

Radius spoils Stella, she’s his only kid so he doesn’t want her to feel like he’s ignoring her

She does slowly fit into the role of queen, learning the importance of keeping face and also using that in a way that will help solaria

Her and brandon are a power couple, they do dinner dates and shopping dates all the time

They like being close to each other, weather it’s holding hands or linking arms

Just small kisses every now and again that’s the two of them

Brandon has this thing where he’ll bring Stella roses every time they go on a date

She plants them in her own little section of the royal gardens (like radius did when Luna gave him certain flowers)

Overall she’s flamboyant but such a good friend and hype woman!

But yeah that’s my girl Stella (I love her)

#winx #winx club #winx headcanons #winx stella #stella #winx: the magic retold #winx rewrite

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auzlon · 10 months ago

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I read. SPOILER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Isolation by bexchan

Okay, quick background I have read and listened to a many Dramione. I don't consider myself an all knowing, but I have some over analyzed thoughts on this subject.

I am not done listening to this story. This is subject to change possibly....

Let's begin..

Isolation is considered a top tier dramonie fanfiction. I am currently listening to the story and understand that may not allow me to dive into it as much as I would like.

I have the thus far considered the story ...... interesting but not inciting.

Ranking key points. On Chapter 27 right now.

PLOT: picks up after HBP (half-blood prince) Hermione does not go on the quest for the horcrux instead stays to help Hogwarts. Ron and harry go off send her owl every fortnight, Hedwig is not dead nor Moody eye. The events of that night never happen. Professor Snape shows up with Draco Malfoy looking for somewhere to hide him. Snape did kill Dumbledore and Malfoy did let in the death eaters so he is considered partially responsible. McGonagall task Hermonie to take in Draco in her dorm as prefect she has a dorm with 2 rooms. He can't leave so Isolation. They live like that for a while and eventually begin a sexual and emotional relationship. Around January the ministry is taken the death eaters are going to Hogwarts to get all the muggle born wizards. Here is when Hermione and Draco get separated. He gets sent to his Andromeda Tonks and she to her daughter Nymphadora Tonks. so far--

Smut.... good. The smuts good I definitely think that really helps in the overall rating. In order to have a well written fan fiction the fantasy of a good fuck is paramount. That being said the over all tone of when they did the deed varied. He NEEDS her. He listens to her soothing noises when she showers. They do it to vent yet it does become this sweet thing that they can cherish. They also have many sweet moments. Personally them reading together is sooo cute. ughhh shakespare. omg.

Hermione's depth. unfortunately, I have not yet experienced the power of this character. She lacks something of self-driven force. she was never the most confident person but in this version she withers at the hands of Draco. Leaving a bad taste. I did appreciate the MLK bit when she's trying to convince Draco of the 'mud blood' word basically being racist. I don't really feel like Shes helping in the war effort much. She has literally only read books. This is halfway through may change. AT this point we will see if their affection for each other goes beyond being stuck together.

DRACO is a fun character to analyze he changes so much depending on the story. THIS IS A TOXIC MANNNNN. He is cussing everyone out Hermione, McGonagall, himself. I don't love that every other word he says is Fuck. fucking. Hell. It lacks the sophistication of noble born pure breed wizard that's all I'm saying. IT IS REFREASHING to SEE Draco Malfoy be in need. He needs Hermione beyond his eventual attraction, he needs her to keep himself from going crazy and not give him up to death eat. He is forced to trust her well before she ever really has to trust him truly. I dislike how difficult it is for him to truly consider having given up the death eater life. He grapples with it; I get that he does not throw off everything has learned. But he doesn't on his on consider that being force into isolation because he couldn't kill Dumbledore. Might be that moment he realizes ' oh I don't want to do this. ' Hermione' Is cramming that done his throat making it feel just forces. HE also yells at he a lot in the first bit to leave him alone.

WE have nooooo ron or harry still.

we got luna and blaze, that intro to that was the sweetest thing thus far.

The War is progressing in different events.

The story is very English.

I will update as I get through the story.

#love #dramione fanfiction #dramione #isolation #harry potter #fanfic #draco malfoy #hermione granger #story review #spoilers

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misiahasahardname · 3 months ago

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silly headcanons about Shinigami? :)

also PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do headcanons for Venice/Octavia (Ventavia? Venicavia? Venicetavia? Octenice? Oh well...) (if you don't mind ofc :>)

YAY I GET TO TALK ABOUT STUFF!!!!

so, starting with shinigami:

shini wears her cloak pretty much everywhere. it’s the only cloaking device she owns and she REALLY doesn’t like being in her yokai form as it reminds her of a not so pleasant time of her life!

girl’s snarky as HELL. she loves to talk shit. kinda like a noah and heather total drama mix but ten bajillion times more sassy. i love her

shini’s really stealthy… the fact she can float probably helps with her stealth actually

if my little pony existed in rise of the tmnt shini would LOVE rarity and princess luna.

she has this strange homoerotic rivalry with yuki! shinigami is really untrustworthy which is why yuki doesn’t like her… shini knows this and tries to wind her up (omg)

this is all i can come up with for now but if you want anything more specific you can ask about something specific you want to know about her.

NEXT IS VENTAVIA (i realise neither their names nor their surnames are very easy to combine…)

despite venice being the first partner i planned octavia to have i don’t have much to say about them—

HOWEVER.

venice and octavia live together, at least for a few years! i like to think that octavia and themba have a child together later down the line, but they’re both trans women, so venice offers to be a surrogate for them. (a while after the child is born octavia moves in with themba because venice isn’t really fond of children)

octavia is usually the flirty one in her relationships, but sometimes venice says the most extremely romantic and lovely things and octavia just goes completely silent because Oh My God I Am So Deeply In Love And I Cannot Handle This,,,,,,,

they watch horror movies together. they also do karaoke. AND they bake together. they share a lot of hobbies

brain explodes

#i have so much more stuff to say about octavia but lately i’ve been more fixated on octavia and themba’s relationship #and i’ve obviously got tons of stuff about octavia herself and her dynamic with millie #and the octuplets too!!#venice unfortunately not #i didn’t quite know what to say about shinigami rn but i WILL think of more stuff to say #maybe i’ll do a lore drop #maybe #mia has a stupid thought #ask answered!

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kingofsummer93 · 2 years ago

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Ex Luna Scientia

Summary:

Lucien Vanserra, seventh son of the Minister for Magic, is as loved by his peers as he is hated by his family. But behind the charm and irreverence hides a secret, as dark and menacing as the scar on his face.

Elain Archeron, middle sister in a trio of muggle-born witches, has only one wish: for someone to truly see her. Because when she sleeps at night, she can see it all.

Or- an Elucien at Hogwarts AU.

Chapter 17: The Scoop

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Briallyn Skeeter’s article came out a week later.

The weather had turned unseasonably warm, the bright blue sky dotted with fat, puffy clouds. Elain had gone to the greenhouses at dawn to see to her venomous tentaculas, now fully grown and almost too dangerous to handle on her own.

The bulb closest to her snapped as she mixed fresh soil into the pot, and she jumped back, yelping as she collided with something solid and warm.

“Lucien!” She giggled as an arm wrapped around her stomach, pulling her in closer. “I asked you to come help. Not be a nuisance.”

“You know,” he murmured, his deep voice rumbling in her ear, “when you asked me to come to the greenhouses with you, I had something much more fun in mind.”

Elain bit her lip as he peppered her neck with feather-soft kisses, making her gasp as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot below her ear.

“Besides, I’m just keeping you safe from your big scary plants. That thing was about to bite your hand off, you know.”

Elain giggled again, lifting up a gloved hand. “I thought that’s what these were for?”

“Ahh, yes. Quite clever, those. I think whoever made those for you deserves a kiss.”

“You think so?” Elain mused, cocking her head to the side. The motion exposed more skin, and Lucien’s kisses dipped lower, towards her collarbone.

A small noise escaped her throat, and Lucien laughed, low and wicked. A goner. She was a complete goner.

“One kiss,” she relented. “And then you help me with the tentaculas.”

“And then?”

Damn him. It was impossible to think straight when his warm lips were burning her skin, his fingers rubbing idle circles on her stomach.

“And then maybe more kisses. Depending on how well you do.”

“Hmm. I’d better do it right, then.”

He spun her in his arms, one hand on her hip while the other slipped to the back of her head. His lips were quirked in a devilish smile that spelled trouble.

When his lips touched hers his kiss was so gentle that her knees buckled. Lucien chuckled, his arm wrapping tightly around her back. Elain dug her hands into his silky hair, melting into the kiss. After no more than a heartbeat he pulled away, and she whined in protest.

“One more,” she breathed.

“Greedy.”

Merlin his voice did things to her when it became gravelly and husky like that. She shivered despite the sun warming the greenhouse.

When he kissed her again his lips were still gentle but firm, deliberate- no hint of teasing left. He kissed her like he wanted to drink her in, and Elain was dizzy with it, with the kiss and with him. Kissing Lucien felt as effortless as breathing, as intoxicating as firewhiskey.

His tongue slid against her lips, slow and languid, and all thoughts of venomous tentaculas immediately disappeared from her mind.

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By the time they made it to the Great Hall for breakfast (both of them still flushed and slightly disheveled) students were beginning to trickle in. Most of the students already sitting in front of their breakfast were yawning and lethargic with weekend laziness, and yet there was a strange energy in the air. A low buzzing of excited whispers, a shuffling as students slid along the benches to join in low conversations.

Elain would have ignored it, were it not for the heads that turned as she and Lucien walked in, hand in hand. And were it not for the fact that the students currently staring at them all had open newspapers in front of them.

Lucien squeezed her hand before continuing to the Gryffindor table, and from the frown on his face she knew he could tell something was wrong, too.

“If that hag wrote more garbage, I swear to Merlin…” He stalked off to the Gryffindor table, his shoulders tight with tension.

Elain’s stomach lurched. She had almost forgotten about Briallyn Skeeter. With growing dread she snatched up a discarded daily Daily Prophet and spread it open in front of her. She scanned the headlines, searching for something that would have her fellow students so riled up.

She didn’t have to search very long- there, in the middle of the front page, was a black and white, moving photograph of herself, emerging from the flaming hedge with a triumphant smile during the second Trial. Her stomach churned with dread.

Cheating at the Tri-Trials Tournament; a Hogwarts Scandal, the headline read.

By Briallyn Skeeter, special correspondent to the Daily Prophet

The second trial of the one hundred and forty-second installment of the famous Tri-Trials tournament came to a close amidst torrential rains and even more raging speculation.

Picture this: a magical obstacle course littered with fun, entertaining tests requiring only basic spell work.

Elain scoffed out loud, remembering the sight of Lucien getting squeezed to death by the Devil’s Snare, and Nesta battling the immense Blast-Ended Skrewts. Fun, entertaining tasks?

And now our champions: from Slytherin, seventh-year Rhysand Donnall, who faced a considerably higher number of ambushes than the other champions, yet still managed to complete the task with impressive skill.

Impressive skill- is that what she considered finishing the trial with his hair on fire? Elain snickered, scanning the Gryffindor table to catch Lucien’s gaze. She expected to catch him shaking his head at the idiocy printed in front of him, but his expression wiped the grin from her face. His face was ashen, his mouth open in shock. Even from across the room she could see his knuckles had gone white from gripping the newspaper.

Elain turned her attention back to the article, her heart racing with dread.

From Ravenclaw, muggle-born seventh-year Nesta Archeron, who was not only incapable of finishing the trial, but also somehow managed to get herself incapacitated by an innocent magical creature. The Blast-Ended Skrewts, an adorable blend of manticores and fire-crabs, could easily have been managed by any capable pure-blooded wizard. It really does make one wonder the wisdom behind allowing muggle-borns to study magic. And, for that matter, how Ms Archeron’s name ended up coming out of the Cauldron of Fire.

Elain’s teeth ground together painfully as the hateful words glared out of the page. She glanced behind her at the Ravenclaw table, but there was no sight of her older sister. Merlin help that reporter once Nesta read that article, she thought with some grim satisfaction. Professor Spell-Cleaver himself would not be able to prevent her sister from walking all the way to London and squishing Briallyn like the beetle she was.

From Gryffindor, the Minister for Magic’s seventh (and, tragically, very rebellious) son, sixth-year Lucien Vanserra. Mr Vanserra, who bears an ugly scar, souvenir of a tragic past, managed to complete the Trial, though not only outside the time limit (Elain gasped in outrage at the outright lie) but also not without a considerable amount of cheating. In a turn of events that must have been excruciatingly embarrassing for the Minister, Mr Vanserra somehow managed to get himself tangled in a patch of vines, and was unable to set himself free from the harmless vegetation. After being rescued by the Hufflepuff champion (who coincidentally happens to be his girlfriend- more on that in a jiffy) the pair proceeded to help each other maneuver through the maze, directly breaking the rules set by the tournament.

Which brings us to our last (and most controversial) champion. From Hufflepuff, sixth-year Elain Archeron, sister to Nesta Archeron, aged sixteen. It does boggle the mind how not one, but two muggle-borns succeeded in entering the tournament, and one of them managed to do so while being underage. It would appear that dating the Minister for Magic’s son has led her to believe that she is quite above such pesky things as laws. Ms Archeron, using a blend of trickery and help from her fellow champion, somehow managed to complete the task- however, is it such a surprise, for someone gifted with the unfair (and frankly, unnatural and off-putting) gift of divination?

Elain stared at the words until the letters blurred in front of her eyes. She read the last sentence again and again, sure she must have misunderstood.

“...however, is it such a surprise, for someone gifted with the unfair (and frankly, unnatural and off-putting) gift of divination?”

The world seemed to tilt around her, the noise of the Great Hall dimming to a background hum. She was glad she hadn't had time to eat breakfast yet as a wave of nausea rocked through her.

It had all been conjecture up to this point - the stolen prophecy, the attack during the first Trial. The fact that Professor Spell-Cleaver knew about her powers had confirmed the possibility that others might know as well, but it was all just a guess. Until this. Tangible proof that the Minister for Magic knew, and at the very least was not pleased about it. Skeeter was in the Minister’s pocket- she wouldn’t have written anything that he wouldn’t approve of. Which meant that either she had found out about it through whatever unfavorable methods she employed to gather information for her articles, or the Minister himself had told her. But to what end?

And now the entire magical community knew. Her parents would surely find out, and her sisters, and Nuala and Cer. Elain’s stomach churned as she pictured the disbelief and hurt in her friends’ identical dark eyes. She dropped the newspaper as if it had burned her, her gaze automatically lifting to the Gryffindor table. Lucien’s mismatched gaze was fixed on her, filled with such a mix of fury and sadness that it stole the breath clean from her lungs.

Elain jumped to her feet, stumbling a little bit in her hurry. Someone snickered down the table. The world tilted again as she felt eyes swiveling towards her up and down the house tables. She had to get out of there now before she either fainted or vomited all over the floor.

She started running, not caring that more people were looking at her now, more giggles and snickers mixing in with the background din of breakfast. Students gaped at her curiously as she hurtled into the Entrance Hall, pushing her way through the students sleepily making their way to the Great Hall.

“Elain! Wait!”

Lucien’s deep voice echoed around the Entrance Hall, but Elain didn’t stop. She had to get out of here. Where exactly she was going didn’t matter- as long as it was far away from all these people staring at her like she was a circus animal. She was almost to the marble staircase when a hand clamped around her upper arm.

Elain whirled, jerking her arm out of his grip. “Let me go!”

Lucien lifted his hands, eyes wide. “Elain, wait. Don’t run away from me.”

The worry and tenderness in his gaze suddenly made her want to cry. She knew it was unfair, but running away was all she wanted to do. Even his concern was too much for her to handle. How could it be that only an hour ago she had been standing in the greenhouse, wrapped tightly in his embrace without a care in the world? She wished desperately that she could turn back time to that moment, before her world started crumbling around her, and freeze herself there forever. Back to a time when her beautiful, thoughtful boyfriend was the only one who knew her secret.

“I’m sorry, I just…” She stumbled backwards, away from him.

His hands dropped to his sides. He opened his mouth to speak but Elain turned and ran before he could say anything. If she let him comfort her then it would mean that this was real, that she hadn’t made it up or misunderstood. It was much easier to ignore that it had happened at all.

Students stared at her as she ran up the marble staircase and down corridor after corridor, unsure where she headed. She ran until her lungs burned and the first tear started to fall.

Everyone would hate her now. They would think she had not only used her powers to cheat her way into the Tournament, but also used it to complete the Trials as well. And Lucien…

People would think she was only with him for the glory of dating the Minister’s son. A muggle-born, freakish gold-digger. That’s what they would call her.

When sweat started dripping down her face she slowed to a walk, blinking in surprise when she found herself in a familiar, deserted corridor. She looked up and spotted the circular trapdoor. Somehow she had made her way to the Divination classroom in the North Tower.

Elain wiped at her wet cheeks angrily and drew in a shaky breath. Now that she was alone she instantly regretted running from Lucien. Maybe she should have dragged him back to the greenhouses and hid there for a couple hours.

She was about to turn around when the trapdoor opened on silent hinges, as if sensing her presence. The stepladder unrolled slowly, the scent of burning incense drifting down from the classroom above. Elain paused, considering. If there was one person in this castle who would understand how she felt, it would be Professor Suriel.

Before she could talk herself out of it she stepped onto the ladder and climbed up into the circular classroom. The air was thickly perfumed and stiflingly warm, but somehow comforting. She could see why Lucien took so many naps here. Suddenly all she wanted was to curl up in one of the squashy armchairs, crack a window open to let in a breeze, and sleep for days.

“Ms Archeron,” a voice rasped. Elain jumped, despite knowing she’d most likely find the teacher here. Professor Suriel rarely left her tower, preferring to take meals alone rather than in the Great Hall. She claimed that the noise “interfered with the whisperings of the fates”.

Was this the future that awaited her? A lonely existence atop a tower somewhere, draping herself in shawls and incense to add to her mysterious aura?

It felt unkind to think such thoughts, seeing as the Divination professor had never been anything but supportive to her, but still. Elain would have rather secretly guarded her powers for the rest of her life rather than be considered an outcast.

Professor Suriel was sitting behind her desk, a crystal ball sitting in front of her. Elain quickly looked away- suddenly she couldn’t stand the sight of that familiar swirling white mist.

“I thought I might see you here soon,” the professor continued from beneath her shawls.

Elain hovered near the door nervously. “You read the Daily Prophet?” She couldn’t picture it, somehow- Professor Suriel sitting at her desk, a cup of tea in hand, reading the gossip pages.

“No, dear,” the professor said simply, glancing back to the crystal ball with a small smile.

“Oh.” She glanced over her shoulder at the ladder, feeling suddenly trapped.

“I won’t bite, my dear. Do sit down.”

Elain approached the desk wearily as the professor busied herself with a pot of tea and delicate, chipped cups. She recognized them from their tea leaf readings in third year. Professor Suriel poured her a cup and then resumed her seat behind her desk, peering at her silently. It appeared she was waiting for Elain to speak.

“How do you handle it?” she blurted suddenly.

The professor cocked her head, the tiny bells along the edge of her shawls jingling merrily. “Handle what?”

“People thinking you’re a….” As soon as the words were out of her mouth Elain realized how it sounded, and she quickly clamped her mouth shut.

Professor Suriel laughed. It was an odd sound, raspy and faint. “That’s alright dear, don’t feel bad. It’s nothing I’ve never heard before.”

To her horror tears burned in her eyes once more. No doubt she would become used to hearing such things, too.

“Oh dear,” the professor exclaimed in alarm. “I’ve gone and put my foot in my mouth, as they say.”

“This is why I never told anyone,” Elain said miserably, swiping at her eyes before the angry tears could fall. “It was easier that way.”

“But didn’t you ever tell anyone?” Suriel prodded, leaning across the desk to peer at her curiously. “Nobody at all?”

Elain blinked in surprise. “Well, no, that’s not true, I guess. I did tell…someone. And Professor Spell-Cleaver knew,” she added.

Professor Suriel waved a hand dismissively. “The Headmaster knows everything that happens in this castle.” Something about that made Elain want to giggle. She certainly hoped it wasn’t the case. “This other person you told,” Suriel continued, smiling conspiratorially, “did they shun you? Treat you like an outsider? A…what’s the term you kids use these days…a freak?”

“Well…no, but-“

“What makes you think others will?”

Elain paused. The looks and snickers she’d received at breakfast were indication enough, but she didn’t feel like reliving that by telling the professor.

“Teenagers have short attention spans, Ms Archeron. They might gossip about you this morning but I guarantee by nightfall something else will happen to steal their attention. Besides, times are changing. There are stranger things out there than Seers. The only people who have anything to fear are the ones still holding on to old prejudices.”

Her words send a shiver down Elain’s spine. For a moment she wondered how many orbs in the Hall of Prophecy were marked with her professor’s name, and what they contained.

“Can you control it?” she asked shyly. “Your powers?”

“Ahh. No, I’m afraid I cannot. Not in the way that you mean. I cannot summon vision as one summons magic.” Elain’s heart sank. “But there are ways to…nudge it along, so to speak. Channel the energy into the right space. Like the crystal ball, or tea reading.”

Elain glanced at the sodden tea leaves at the bottom of her cup. “I’ve never been able to see anything in tea leaves.”

The professor perked up. “Shall we give it a go? I’ve been seeing the most curious things, let me show you…”

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and as Elain peered into her chipped mug she forgot all about Briallyn Skeeter’s article, if only for the moment.

---

When Elain finally descended from the Divination classroom hours later she almost expected to be accosted by a mob of leering students the minute she stepped off the ladder. She braced herself, almost wishing she had stayed in the secluded tower, but the corridor was blissfully empty.

Her dread increased as she made her way through the castle towards the Hufflepuff common room. Talking to her friends would be her first order of business, she had decided. And then she’d find Nesta and Feyre. If they somehow didn’t find her first. And then she’d find Lucien and apologize for blowing him off earlier.

She was so lost in thought that at first she didn’t realize the way her steps were echoing around the silent halls. The sun was still high in the sky, and yet the halls were deserted as if it was the middle of the night. There were no students chattering along, no ruckus being broken up by weary-looking teachers. Even the ghosts seemed to be hiding.

It was so eerie that Elain quickened her step. She expected to see someone by the time she reached the marble staircase, some semblance of the usual weekend activity, but even the Entrance Hall was deserted.

Her heart was racing as she tapped the familiar pattern on the barrels guarding the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room. The cheerful, cozy room was unusually somber, with students sitting together in quiet conversations- or else in tense silence. A few people peered at her curiously as she entered, and then turned back to their own conversations.

Elain only had a moment to react before two familiar figures were making a beeline for her. Nuala and Cer didn’t even let her speak as they linked arms with her and practically dragged her into their dormitory.

“Where have you been?” Nuala whisper-shouted the second the door closed behind them.

“Were you with Lucien?”

“You need to be careful, this seems serious, you know…”

Elain’s mind was reeling. “What? No, I wasn’t with Lucien, I was with Professor Suriel.”

Her friends frowned in perfect unison. “Why?”

“Well, you know, I thought if anyone would understand, it would be her…” She took a deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry I never told you guys, I understand if you’re upset, but-“

Nuala waved a hand impatiently. “Your Seer powers? We’re not upset about that.”

“No, but we will circle back to that in a minute because how cool?”

This was not the reaction Elain had expected. “You’re not mad?” She sagged a little in relief. “What’s going on out there? Why is everyone acting so weird? Is it because of Skeeter’s article?”

“Skeeter?” Cerridwen frowned as she flopped to her bed. “No, that troll can burn in hell. Elain, did not read the rest of the paper?”

Elain blinked. “Well, no,” she said slowly. “I was a little distracted by the front page article.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Nuala said with a snort. “Professor Amren gave a whole speech at breakfast about how bullying is not tolerated, and nobody cheated during the trials, blah blah blah. She was pretty scary, actually.”

“So…no one cares?” Elain could hardly believe what she was saying.

“Well, I’m sure there would have been more gossiping if it wasn’t for the attacks-“

“The what?”

“There’s been a breakout at Azkaban,” Nuala said, her dark eyes wide. “There were several attacks on muggles last night.”

Elain’s mouth dropped open in horror. “What?”

“They’re saying it was werewolves...” Her friend added, swallowing thickly.

Werewolves? Attacking muggles? Elain flipped through the lunar calendar in her mind. “But it’s not anywhere near the full moon!”

No wonder nobody cared about Skeeter’s apparent scoop.

Her friends shook their heads in bewilderment. “Nobody knows what happened. Professor Spell-Cleaver rushed to London to deal with the muggle Prime Minister. And, well, probably the Minister for Magic, too, I imagine.” Cerridwen looked slightly awkward as she said it. “The school is on lockdown until he gets back.”

---

Helion’s shoulders were tight with tension as he stepped into the flames and the Prime Minister’s office disappeared around him. Meeting with the muggle leader was always a careful dance of cajoling and reassurance. Any wrong more, any sharp words would send the poor man on the defensive, fear shining in his watery eyes.

Better him than their own minister, though. Helion could see it in the man’s eyes whenever he dropped in for a chat- the relief that it was him stepping from the flames, and not the other wizard authorized to interact with him. He had little doubt how badly those conversations probably went, and could hardly blame the man for being wary.

The emerald green flames blurred as he spun through the fire, and then slowed to a stop. He stepped out of the fireplace and into the vast lobby of the Ministry for Magic, releasing some of the hold on his fury. The marble floor trembled slightly under his feet as he stalked towards the lifts on the other side of the lobby. It took several moments for people to notice him, given the current flurry of activity. Ministry employees were running all over the place, all with expressions that ranged from worried to outright terrified. A junior-looking wizard squeaked as Helion strode pass, dropping his armful of parchment in the process.

The floor trembled again, so much so that the entire lobby seemed to go still as his presence, and his fury, were finally noticed. Helion didn’t bother to put a smile on his face.

As he reached the lifts the line parted for him, the ministry employees waiting there all struck dumb by the power radiating from him. A few of them bowed their heads. Some selfish, male part of him wished Beron would have seen his entrance. The man would have no doubt combusted in anger at seeing his ministry halt its activity for the headmaster.

A lift opened for him, and the few people inside skittered out after one look at his face. The doors closed silently and he shot upwards. Even the enchanted memos flapping around the ceiling seemed to be trembling slightly at the magic permeating the air.

The hall leading to the Minister’s office was guarded by no less than six fully trained Aurors. What a waste of talent. All of them whipped their heads towards him as he stalked towards the door at the end, but none of them bothered to move an inch.

“Headmaster,” the one closest to the door nodded his head in a greeting. “The Minister is expecting you.”

“I should damn well hope so,” Helion growled. He let out another rumble of power and dust rained down from the ceiling from the force of it. The briefest hint of a savage smile curled the Auror’s lips, and then was gone.

Helion opened the door and closed it behind him with a snap, not bothering to knock. The Minister was lounging in his chair, an oily smile on his face.

The sight of him made his blood boil, as it always did. His fists clenched as he struggled to reign in his anger. Not the first time he considered just killing the man, here and now.

“Headmaster,” Beron leered. “What a pleasure.”

“What have you done,” Helion demanded.

The minister’s grin widened. “Are my ears deceiving me, or are you accusing me of somehow being responsible for those poor innocents’ deaths?”

“As if you’ve ever given a damn about muggles, Beron.”

“Beron? You forget yourself, Headmaster,” he drawled, twirling his wand lazily in his fingers.

Helion let out a low, dangerous laugh. The window panes rattled slightly, and for a moment Beron’s serpentine smile slipped.

That’s right, Helion thought darkly. Let the bastard remember that he could kill him without even lifting his wand.

He casually slipped his wand from the sleeve of his robe into his hand anyway, just to see the look on the bastard’s face. Elder wood, fifteen inches, with a thestral tail hair core. The most powerful wand in the world. It was no secret that Beron had always coveted it.

“I think it’s you who forgets himself, Beron.”

The minister got to his feet. He was shorter than Helion, and portly- a build designed for scheming in the dark and letting others fight his battles for him. Helion towered over him, a fact that was even more evident now that the Minister was on his feet. Beron seemed to realize this too late, but stood his ground, planting his hands on his desk.

“You’ve always been arrogant beyond reason,” he sneered. “Ever since I stole the Ministry out from under your nose.”

“I never wanted the Ministry and you know it. You’ve never stolen anything from me.” But even as Helion said it his heart cracked from the lie.

Beron’s eyes shone with triumph and he chuckled. “Didn’t I, though?”

He had to get himself under control, to remember why he was here. This was not the time to let his mind wander down that road. Not here, not now, in front of this bastard.

“What are you doing about the situation?” the Headmaster asked through gritted teeth. “How did this happen?”

Beron sat down, apparently uninterested in the change to topic. “The dementors are rounding up the escaped convicts,” he said, waving a hand lazily. “They will be dealt with.”

Helion’s hand tightened around his wand. The minister tracked the motion, his sneer once again slipping for the briefest of seconds. “Those were innocents you unjustly locked up-”

Beron scoffed. “Innocents? I’d hardly call someone capable of attacking muggles in cold blood an innocent.”

“Unless they were manipulated into doing so against their will. Perhaps by a powerful Auror who earned infamy by his masterful use of the Imperious charm during the war against Grindelwald several decades ago.”

His wand hummed in his hand, emitting a faint, golden glow at the mention of its previous owner. Helion had been barely into his twenties when he’d earned immortal fame by defeating the dark wizard almost single-handedly. Glory had been the last thing on his mind, but it had come nonetheless. They both knew that if he had chosen to do so he could have been sitting in Beron’s seat instead of him.

Silence fell as the Minister looked at him coldly. “I have no idea what it is you’re suggesting, Headmaster, but I’d be very careful who you tell your outlandish ideas to. People might start thinking you’ve finally lost your marbles.”

“Where is Bartemius Koschei, Beron?” Helion demanded.

“He is unwell,” Beron said with another slick smile. “At home, taking a sabbatical.”

“Is that why nobody has heard from him in months? Or is it because you’ve shipped him off to do your bidding somewhere no one but your dementors are authorized to step foot?”

The minister’s grin widened. “What a fanciful tale. You do entertain me, Headmaster.”

Helion took a step forward, letting his frame create a shadow over the Minister’s desk. “I don’t know what you’re planning, Beron, or what you think you’re doing with these little experiments, but you need to stop before it’s too late. I won’t warn you again.”

“And you, Headmaster, need to go back to your school and leave the politics to me. And speaking of,” Beron added with forced casualness. “Nice guards. I do wonder, though, about the wiseness of having such volatile creatures reside near a school full of underage students?”

So he knew, then. Helion supposed it was only a matter of time before he found out. “You’ll find, Minister, that having allies will always be more effective than having enemies. Or mindless slaves.”

He turned to walk back towards the door before the Minister could retort, but stopped halfway and turned back. “How could you?” he asked, the words slipping out before he could stop them. “When your own son…” he stopped himself just in time. There were ears everywhere, even here.

The disgust on Beron’s face was enough to make Helion’s blood boil once more. “Is he, though?” The minister waved his wand, and the door banged open. “Please escort the Headmaster out,” he drawled.

Helion stalked out of the office and back to the lifts without a glance at the Aurors lining the hall.

It was only as he spun through the emerald flames once more that the Minister’s words finally landed in some distant corner of his mind.

“Is he, though?”

Helion nearly fell flat on his face as he stumbled out of the flames and into his office.

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