#sorry for the person i will become when season 6 airs and i lose my fucking marbles

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im gonna need season 6's finale to be the most unserious it can possibly be tbh, put the guide and nadja on a swan pedalo. send colin, nandor and guillermo to the zoo and colin releases the emus which chase them around, laszlo makes a breakthrough in vampiric science and says fuck it to persue his love of playing the flute to wild animals. the baron and sire get married in vegas, the real vampire elvis is their officiant

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Calico - Chapter Three

— pairing: Hybrid ot7 x Human Reader (Female) — genre: hybrid AU , fluff, angst, slow burn (like real slow), eventual smut — word count: 1.8K — Rating: M — warnings: trauma, mention of past abuse.

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— chapter summary:

Y/N runs a animal shelter, Calico was built on a simple principle, to help those who were in need. What will Y/N do when her sanctuary is threatened by an unexpected hybrid?

— A/N: This is going to be a series, I’m just getting back to writing, so I’d really appreciate your input and feedback <3

Ch. 1  Ch. 2 Ch. 3.5  Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy

I woke up to WAP blazing through the house at eight in the morning. That was the moment I knew I was going to kill Jason. Well, not literally, but there will be payback. 

It was Monday, my favorite day of the week. Mondays have such a bad reputation for absolutely no reason. Personally, I liked a good Monday, it was the day when I organized the rest of my week. In case you are wondering, yes, I’m a nerd and the sight of stationary makes me drool. I got ready quickly, I had planned lunch with Song Hwa today, and after that DOBBY WAS FREE! 

“JASON,” I screamed as I stumbled into the kitchen, “you are so dead.” 

“Nah, you love me too much!” He laughed. How dare he! 

“Who told you that? Just you wait, one of these days I’m going to disown you, you brat!” 

Jungkook was sitting at the table eating cereal Jason must’ve gotten him. At least one of us was functional. I could barely take care of myself. Jungkook had gotten a bit more comfortable with us over the past week. The first two days he had stuck to his room but then I introduced him to our PS4 and he was hooked. The kid was a natural. He was wearing Jason’s clothes that were a size too small on him. His eyes widened at my murderous declaration. He was so cute.

“Don’t worry bunny, I won’t kill him ...yet,” I narrowed my eyes at Jason. I still couldn’t understand how we ended up becoming friends. Jason and I were always at each other’s throat when we were in college. Not a day went by without us going head to head, don’t even get me started on the mountain of assignments that we had to do as a punishment for disturbing the peace. 

“I’m going out today, do you want to come to the town with me? We could get you some new clothes, and maybe some ice cream, we are running dangerously low,” I asked while sipping on some overly sweet coffee. I mean, I could buy clothes for him but first, I had no idea what his size was, and second I had no idea what his style was. I myself was a walking fashion disaster, if it was socially acceptable I’d wear pajamas every day, to every event but alas! This world is cruel to those who can’t match their clothes. 

Jungkook nodded his approval and after our not-so-filling breakfast we left. It was a 2 hour ride to Seoul and on the way I pointed out landmarks in case Jungkook ever wanted to go out on his own. I made a mental note to teach him how to drive. The aircon was on full blast, it was summer, the grumpiest of all seasons. 

I was wearing black sneakers, black jeans and a black hoodie like a goth pauper. Jungkook was wearing Jason’s oversized hoodie and jeans, a size smaller, that hugged his lower body like a second skin, I had to constantly remind myself to keep my eyes on the road. Hey, I hadn’t gotten laid in months, not that I’d ever look at Jungkook that way, he was just a kid, even if he had the body of a Greek god. 

“Here we are, bunny, you gotta follow some safety guidelines okay?” I said as I parked in front of the mall. 

He nodded. I wondered when he was going to start talking comfortably. Was he just shy or scared? Or both?

“First, don’t go anywhere alone, stay in my sight. I don’t want to lose you. And second, let’s hide your adorable ears,” I leaned over and pulled the hood over his head. He blushed, I almost cooed at him, why was he so cute. Be still my heart!

“If it gets too scary, just hold my hand, okay?” I said as we walked in through the doors. It was a good day to go shopping, there weren’t as many people on a weekday. “Go on, you can buy whatever you want, I’ll follow you around,” I grinned, his eyes were darting around from shop to shop.

“Can I?” he asked nervously. 

“Of course honey,” I encouraged patting his head. 

We spent the next two hours going from store to store. Jungkook was hesitant at first but after he realized that I had meant what I said he got excited. He’d take something off the shelf and run over to show me, he did that with every single thing that we bought. I was having the time of my life looking at him having fun, he was like a kid in a candy store. I wondered how excited he’d be if I actually took him to a candy store, I mentally added it to my to-do list. 

He was still non-verbal, which was making me worry. Was he uncomfortable with talking? Was he nervous, scared? I kept wondering. The only times that he had spoken, his voice was small and unsure, as if the words he was saying held the weight of the world. 

We ended up being late for the meeting with Song Hwa. The shopping bags barely fit in the trunk but somehow we achieved the unachievable. She had called me in to talk about Jungkook’s case, she had done some research and she insisted on talking in person. It worked for me though, that meant I could take the day off and relax. 

Song Hwa’s office was in one of those big commercial complexes. We had her on retainer but she worked for one of the biggest law firms in the country. Jungkook grabbed my hand as soon as I opened the office door. He was sniffing the air furiously, fear on his face. I peeked through the little crack that I had opened. There was a man sitting across from my favorite lawyer. I had seen him around Song Hwa’s firm, he was one of her colleagues. I had no idea why Jungkook was afraid of him, he seemed perfectly normal to me, but then again I didn’t have superhuman abilities unlike my bunny. 

His voice got closer and the door opened. As usual, my brain stopped working. I grabbed Jungkook’s neck and pulled his head on my shoulder to hide his face. Song Hwa and the man stepped out of the office and looked at us as if we had sprouted a fifth head. It must’ve been a sight, us holding hands and Jungkook’s face buried in my neck. I just looked at Song Hwa who made some excuse to the man in the beige suit to get him to leave. I was too embarrassed to register what she had said. 

“Is he gone?” I whispered, before Song Hwa could answer, Jungkook nodded in my neck. I stepped away from him, still holding his hand. “I’m sorry, are you okay?” another nod. He was redder than a tomato, I guess he was twice as embarrassed. 

“What the fuck?” Song Hwa’s expression matched her question. I sighed. I told her what happened as we sat down in her office. 

“His name is Brian, he is a sleazebag and a coward. I wouldn’t worry about him,” Song Hwa reassured Jungkook. I didn’t like it, I could see how scared and uncomfortable Jungkook was. He hadn’t let go of my hand and he was clutching it as if his life depended on it. We ended up leaving her office and going to a nearby restaurant for lunch. It was well past noon and I was starving, I’d bet my Bleach collection that Jungkook was starving to. I was used to skipping meals and starving until I got a hunger headache but I couldn’t do that to him. I sucked at taking care of people. 

“Here,” Song Hwa handed me a newspaper while I was stuffing some fries in my mouth. She had highlighted a small article, just a paragraph not worthy of front page news. It was about a stolen lab equipment from an Apexi lab. There was no mention of a hybrid. 

“Please tell me this is good news,” I said through clenched teeth. Even though I knew it was terrible news, I could always hope. A multinational pharmaceutical company doesn’t just hide the fact that their lab animals were stolen along with a hybrid and their research destroyed. Unless it was something big. 

“It's not and you know that,” Song Hwa had terrible bedside manners. 

“Let’s talk about this tomorrow, today we feast!” I tried to sound enthusiastic but I failed terribly. Worrying about it would only ruin the rest of the day, not like I could do anything about it at the moment so I decided to ignore the screaming voice in my head and focus on the delicious meal that had suddenly turned bland. 

Jungkook had fallen asleep on our way back. His head was resting on the back of the seat, eyes closed, soft lips slightly parted. Every time he scrunched his nose my heart made cooing noises. How was he even more adorable when he slept, I could watch him for hours. His hair was covering his forehead, I had forgotten about his haircut. I wondered if they were as soft as they looked. I lightly ran my fingers through his hair, yep, his hair was super soft. I felt like a stalker so I mentally shook myself and focused on the road. 

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Class S: Love letters

This is the Class S+ Cecil love letters!! 

Please enjoy under the cut

TOKIYA ICHINOSE 

From Riri:

Maybe it was his midnight-blue hair, or perhaps it was his ocean eyes, but the very moment I laid my eyes upon him my mind immediately thought, “Wow, he’s very good looking… charming... I really like his vibe.” That was the first reason why he piqued my interest, rather, the initial reason why I fancied him. My eyes were drawn to him and the fact that Kay bombarded me with a truckload of his pictures didn’t help at all, I just fell deeper into the hole. But as if that wasn’t enough, she started spamming me with utapri songs and I fell in love immediately. They are all such good singers but there’s one of them who sticks out to me the most, as expected, it’s Tokiya. His voice has this intricate and refined softness that seemed to caress my ears and touch my soul. He has such a sweet (and might I add a handsome) voice, kudos to Miyano Mamoru for that.

So I started watching the anime and through that, I got to know him better. At first, he seems cold with an air of loneliness and uneasiness dawning on him. But as the series progresses, I discovered that he’s a good-natured, warm, and dedicated person who loves singing and music with all his heart and all. He’s hardworking, dedicating everything to his craft. He has pride in it, so when he was told that his singing has no ‘heart’ it affected him a lot. That caused a lot of distress in his system, and the fact that his company is pushing him to pursue other things than being a singer added to that. His passion for his craft is burning, a fire that no one could put out. That’s one of the things that I love about him. He’s dedicated to everything he does. He’s a perfectionist but he’s also a caring person who cares a lot about the starish members. He’s genuinely a good person but that doesn’t mean he’s perfect. He strives for improvement and development all the time. He helps the members whenever they need. Most importantly, his attitude towards his passion is respectable and admirable.

I might’ve said a lot of things but I guess that only means I love a lot of things about him. He’s such a beautiful soul that inspires me to be more dedicated to my passion, to make my dreams come true no matter what it takes. His path towards his dream was rough, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows but that’s life, isn’t it? Despite that, he kept walking towards his dream. He’s admirable, respectable, and irresistibly loveable. That being said, I love all the things that made his character; that made Tokiya Ichinose be the kind of character that he is right now.

PS. Miyano Mamoru played a big part too. His insane talent gave life to Tokiya’s character.

From @poorlydrawnutapri:

When I first watched the Utapri anime like 6 years ago, having a best boy didn't cross my mind. At first, I was just most interested in Tokiya out of all the boys because I just thought he looked cool. I liked how mysterious he seemed and also, his hair, probably just because it was blue tbh. Either way, good design.

However, what really got me attached to him wasn't his looks. I then liked Tokiya's serious personality. I like how he starts off cold and stoic but how throughout the games and anime, he slowly softens up. I didn't just like his personality, I could also relate to his perfectionism and hard-working side, even when he exhausts himself, which is something I admit I also have. I continue to relate to him now after all this time, and that's why he's such a good character to me.

Besides that, his songs are nice to listen to and he has just a very pleasant voice. It's nice just to go listen to his voice after a long day. In a way, liking Tokiya also got me into the whole Utapri franchise: made some friends, made a couple of good memes, all that kinda stuff.

Also, I feel like it's a crime not to mention this so: he thicc. Like, dang, no wonder the guy only eats salads because all the fats he eats goes straight to that ass of his. (I am sorry that you had to read that.)

Overall, I just think he's neat. To me, he's relatable and has a nice character development. Tokiya is and will continue to be my best boy. :)

REN JINGUJI 

From @incorrect-jinguji-ren:

Ren Jinguji, the 5th member of Starish is without any shame my favorite character of the Uta no prince sama series. Though often disregarded Ren is and always will be my most favorite and I firmly believe that he has one of the most, if not the most depth in his character. I love Ren a lot however because of his surface charismatic attitude he is usually labeled as a “playboy” or a “lothario”. This is not correct and it should never define him, as he actually is one of the most gentle and compassionate characters of the series. Ren has a very deep surface characterization and personality that is never usually recognized unless you truly take the time to understand WHY Ren acts the way he does, and WHY he makes the choices that he makes. My favorite part about loving characters is being able to accept them for their demons and embrace what others would see as the “imperfections” in them. That Is the best way to truly love them. I love Ren because of his motives, choices, and most of all his passionate loving heart. Although the pain he hides and the personality of who he really is, is hidden under a mask of charisma, he never loses himself deep within.

He’s misunderstood, but he’s beautiful. He’s so deep, from the everlasting devotion to loving his passed on mother, to always cherishing memories and the past bond he had with his childhood best friend Masato, to going against what his brother wants of him because he wants to fight to have a choice and to be passionate about something that he wants to love, because HE wants to love it. Ren didn’t have the love that a lot of people had at such a young age, he made a path for himself and along the way succumbed to the human faults that we all falter from within the hardest times in our life or even dicult events. He almost gave up, just as I know many of us had almost done before, as I know and can relate to, and still do now.

But he dusted himself o and picked up where he left o, making himself happy from once the feeling of being a hollow shell with no reason why he even existed to realizing that the most important thing in the world to him was cherishing the people who made him see the world in colors and seeking the choices that had been stripped from him at such a young age. He broke free from the chains of his family, his past, and his regrets to spread a beautiful pair of rose wings, his own wings to fly. And I hope he always flies. I will always love him, and wish nothing but the best for him whatever that be.

From @chips-and-vodka:

Ren Jinguji- the sexy, charming and flirty member of the STARISH boys. The youngest of the Jinguji family, a troubled child who grew up without a mother. A person who possesses many charms and is blessed with the gift of beauty. A red rose he was, beautiful yet his thorns are to be avoided. Beneath his passionate and seductive mannerisms there is a boy that craves genuine affection, from the one he truly adores and cherishes.

Ren Jinguji to me initially was one with a beautiful, attractive deep baritone, who is voiced by none other than the legend- Suwabe Junichi himself. The voice is an accurate fit of how this stereotype of a charming bishie should be, youthful and sensitive, and at times warm and seductive. His portrayal brings out the appeal of the character, the emotions and thoughts a troubled young adult such as the ‘useless third son’ lived through. Many would see him as a romantic one, one who showers those around him with attention and passion. Within however lives a rebellious soul who distrusts many, but still somehow desires that ray of sunshine that brightens his lonely soul.

Ren Jinguji is one that deserves real love, someone who appreciates him for who he is.

SYO KURUSU

From Jules:

Why do I like Syo, huh? Well, there are a lot of reasons! Some of them are more personal ones. First of all, Syo has always been my best boy, since UtaPri (the anime) exists. So ten long years now.

His fashion style is the first thing I noticed and it immediately intrigued me. I remember that my first thought, after seeing him in season one, was “Woah, he looks really cool!” even though Syo was just in his school uniform! I think what also made me interested in him was his energetic persona. The way he looked up to Ryuya Hyuga and wanted to follow in his footsteps was really sweet to me as well. Syo’s enthusiasm and positive attitude actually encouraged me to become stronger in a way too, if I’m being honest. I, personally, have always found his songs motivating and they made me feel better. I really came to love Syo in his episode in season one. When he talked about his childhood and how weak he was, I really felt with him. From that moment on I cheered him on and Syo definitely became my favorite character. My interest never wavered over the next seasons either.

I also have personal reasons why I love him so much. I just feel very connected and relate to him a lot, y’know? We have quite a few things in common. Syo and I have the same eye color, we have both played the violin since we were little, and were born weak and with pretty much the same health and heart issues. I like to say that Syo “saved” me, which is true. There is also the fact that the blonde and I are both on the shorter side (and regularly get teased for it), too! Though, I’m even a little shorter than him.

But to be more positive again, there is just so much more to him than meets the eye at first! Syo is more than just the stereotypical short sporty character. He really cares for his friends and wants the best for them. Syo’s friendship with every STARISH member is different but still close. He’s also protective of the ones around him. Syo really cares about his little twin brother too, which can be seen in the games and the few times he talked about him in the anime. Syo’s big heart easily balances out his, sometimes, tsundere behavior and I love him for that. This blonde idol is just a great guy and deserves all the love he’s getting and more.

Seriously, stan Syo Kurusu, guys!

From Vic:

Syo Kurusu is my favourite idol within the utapri games and any other form of media pertaining to the franchise. He is my favourite idol because of several factors, one of which being that his voice actor is Hiro Shimono, who voices Zenitsu from Demon slayer and Lucifer from “Devil is a part timer”. Syo is a very outgoing character and is talented in many aspects athletically. Born with a heart disease, he continues to persevere throughout the myriads of life’s problems in front of him.

He’s extremely outgoing and is proficient in the martial art of Karate and desires to strengthen his body more than what it is currently. He is best friends with Natsuki and can communicate with each other proficiently. Syo is my favourite character within the franchise because of his resolve, perseverance and great chemistry with Natsuki and his teammates. Hiro Shimono did the character justice by making his voice one of young, adventurous and energetic. With that said, Syo is a character I truly enjoy within the franchise and wish to see more of him.

CECIL AIJIMA 

From Anon:

Greetings, princes and princesses, and welcome to a world of princes, questionably talking cats, and magic! I’m of course talking about Cecil Aijima, our foreign prince of UtaPri! So, why do I like Cecil Aijima? It’s borderline ridiculous, but it’s because of Cecil’s birthday. More specifically, Cecil’s Birthday Cruise card. But, I should start at the beginning.

Back when I first watched the anime, I thought Cecil was a little bit of a brat towards literally everyone, and one of my least favorites at the time. After watching through the rest of the anime though, I started to like him a lot more than I did before. To me, he had matured a lot after season 2, and never turned back to that bratty self. And so, when playing SL, he might not have been my favorite, but I didn’t hate him. Then, that one fateful day, I decided to pull in his birthday gacha. To my surprise, I had gotten the card in my first pull! Then the story dragged me into the Cecil Appreciation Group. I thought the story was incredibly cute. Then I got more Cecil cards so I could read more stories. Then the cycle repeated itself again. And now, well, if I’m writing this, I think you know what happened to me afterwards. I’ll be here, doing my best for him.

From Eden: 

The boy with childish like demeanor but continues to have a heart of gold for his friends and wonderful composer.

I remember first watching Utapri in middle school and questioning. "Well shit- this is my life now..." and I didn't really have a favorite character at the time. I was always bouncing between characters like Syo, Otoya, even the teachers. However it was season 2 that made me realize who my true favorite was. Despite his at first cocky nature when he was first introduced, Cecil to me was amazing! His singing was magical, his origins even more fascinating. You wouldn't think Utapri would turn that down the magic route but it somehow did.

As the seasons went on, and as I got more into the series, he just became more of a love to me. His kindness and child-like nature and curiosity, he felt different than the other characters.

I love the other characters, yes but him?

Something about him just felt right! He not only seems to be a protector for those he cares about but also feels like he would be the best person to be around. Always wanting to do anything new and exciting just to peak his curiosity and to learn more. Ever since then, he has always been my favorite. The one and only Annapolis Prince, Aijima Cecil.

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Part I. Draft Day

fic masterlist | rated: m, mature | word count: 4.6k content/warning: hockey harry, nosey family members, a very brief mention of anxiety, overzealous hockey stans. 

DRAFT REPORT: The 411 on Harry Styles by John Michaelson for Sportsnet

There’s this kid named Harry Styles. He plays hockey. Ever heard of him? 

At this point there’s not much else to be said about the british Fighting Hawks’ centre, a lock to be the No.1 pick in the 2015 NHL Draft. 

Dubbed a generational talent, Styles’ abilities are at a level typically only seen in video games. We all know the Edmonton Oilers will select him with the first overall pick on June 26. In years to come, hockey fans from around the globe (but especially Oilers fans) will be on the edge of their seats, watching to see if the phenom can develop into a future Hockey Hall of Fame talent the way Wayne Gretzky and Mario Lemieux did. 

Here’s what you need to know about Harry Styles: 

Age on June 26: 19 Birthplace: Redditch, Worcestershire, England Current team: University of North Dakota Fighting Hawks  Position: Centre Shoots: Left Height: 6-foot Weight: 190 lbs NHL Central Scouting Rank (North American): 1st

Harry Styles is a franchise-changing player in every sense of the word. He looked like a pro player even before he flew across the pond at a young age to play in the Canadian Hockey League. This has been a long time coming but the future is finally here.

He is talented beyond his years and always has been… Styles has played against older competition his entire career. Growing up in the small village of Holmes Chapel in Cheshire, England, the options for minor hockey teams were limited. Styles struggled to find a team in his age group that matched his talent level and was forced to play with older kids - and even then his talent was unmatched. Like the two other players from the UK currently playing in the NHL, Styles eventually had to leave home and play junior hockey in Canada, where he still had to play up a year against Canadian kids that grew up in a country that eats, sleeps, and breathes the game. 

He should have been drafted 1st overall last year… Styles shocked the hockey world in 2013 when, instead of declaring for the 2014 NHL Draft, he announced he would be attending the University of North Dakota and lead the Fighting Hawks to an NCAA Championship. Styles, ever the media-trained athlete, dodged questions about why he chose to go to university for a year before joining the NHL, simply stating “University was always a part of the plan, no matter what happened with hockey.” The hockey community let out a collective sigh of relief when his agent, Jeffrey Azoff (whose father was, coincidentally, Wayne Gretzky’s agent), announced shortly after his championship win that after one year at UND, Styles would be declaring for the 2015 Draft. 

His trophy case is full... Harry Styles has won pretty much every individual hockey award he could possibly win in his career so far. During his CHL career with the Vancouver Giants he won Rookie of the Year, multiple MVP awards, the award for most goals, assists, and overall points, and scholastic player of the year. During his short-lived NCAA career with UND, he won Rookie of the Year, the Hobey Baker Award as the top men’s hockey player, and was named to the Academic All-American team. Unfortunately, Great Britain’s ice hockey team will not be qualifying for the Olympics or the World Championships any time soon, so unless Styles applies for Canadian citizenship, international trophies and medals will be difficult to come by. Regardless, I have a feeling that there will be many Stanley Cups in his future. 

He really hates underperforming… The kid puts a lot of pressure on himself. As we have seen with many successful athletes, an insatiable inner drive to compete can lead to greatness. Styles has that drive to be great and can be his own worst critic. “When I was growing up, my mum was worried about me because I was a bit of a perfectionist.” Styles told The Hockey News back in December. “When I had a bad game, I would get so upset about it. It’s just how I am and how I think every athlete should be. Good is never enough. It’s important to always keep learning and growing to better yourself.”

He is excited to play for the Oilers… Not that he would have anything bad to say about any of the 30 NHL teams, but the Oilers do hold a special place in Styles’ heart. “It’s a great hockey town with fans that are super passionate about the game.” He told The Hockey News. “They’ve been on a bit of a slide the last couple years but the team has a great history. Not many people watch the NHL where I’m from, but my dad was always interested in it and that’s how I got into the game. He was an Oilers fan during their dynasty years with Gretzky and Messier… So if they do end up drafting me first overall, I’ll feel honored to be a part of the team, and it’ll be a nice tribute to my dad.” 

Be sure to catch our live 2015 NHL Draft coverage on June 26 starting at 5pm EST/2pm PT only on Sportsnet.

“With the first overall pick in the 2015 NHL Entry Draft the Edmonton Oilers are proud to select, from Holmes Chapel in England, Harry Styles.”

The room erupted in loud cheers and applause as the Edmonton Oilers drafted the National Hockey League’s newest and most sought after commodity. 

Y/N’s closest friends and extended family roamed around her parents’ living room, congratulating one another with hugs and handshakes like one of their own family members was just drafted. That wasn’t the case though, they were all just deeply invested in the hockey team and the boy from England that was meant to turn things around after so many years of losing. They were so invested, in fact, that the family organized a gathering similar to something you might see on a holiday, like Thanksgiving or Christmas.

While it was not a normal holiday, for Y/N’s family it was just as significant. It was Draft Day. And every hockey fan in North America wanted Harry Styles to play for their team.

“That’s quite the suit, isn’t it?” Her uncle Will pointed to the television where the young man is dressed in an ornate red floral suit and black dress shirt. The suit was flashier than what most hockey players would wear, but it’s clear that Harry Styles is not like most hockey players. The camera panned to him as he stood up from his seat and hugged the two brunette women sitting next to him. He stuck out like a sore thumb among a sea of other young hockey players all dressed in variations of black and grey as they patiently waited to be drafted from the stands of the BB&T Centre in Florida. It was clear to Y/N that, much like his hockey skills, Harry Styles’ fashion sense was superior compared to his peers.

There was an air of excitement in the room as the draft party, all clad in blue and orange jerseys, watched the generational talent walk down the stairs of the arena and make his way to the stage. They collectively held their breath, the room becoming silent, when he arrived at the stage where both the owner and general manager of the team were waiting to greet him. Harry shook their hands before they handed him his own blue and orange jersey. As he slipped the jersey over his head and posed for a photograph with the executives, the silence in the room broke and excited conversations and speculations for the upcoming season continued. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a stir in her belly and a sense of anticipation for what the upcoming hockey season would bring. 

Her thoughts lingered on the man on the screen, wondering what it might be like to meet him, when her brother pulled her out of her reverie. “Can you believe you’ll be working with the Harry Styles?” 

No - she couldn’t quite believe it. 

In fact, everything happening in her life right now seemed a bit too good to be true.

Set to start her third year of university in September and having to complete mandatory practicum hours in order to graduate the following year, she somehow managed to secure a placement with her favourite hockey team. The Oilers were only taking three students from the university program and everyone in the program wanted one of those spots. 

The application process was incredibly stressful for Y/N. One telephone interview, one in-person interview, and a practical session where she had to demonstrate her athletic therapy skills to the team’s head trainer. She did well with the phone interview, given that they weren’t able to see her. She was able to look down at the talking points she wrote in her notebook and pause to take a couple deep breaths without making it obvious that she was reeling on the inside. Her anxiety got the best of her during the in-person interview though, freezing up when they asked simple questions like “why do you want to work for the team?” and “what experience do you have working with sport teams?”

She left the interview feeling embarrassed, but instead of taking the time to wallow and feel sorry for herself, she went home and spent hours upon hours taping her brothers’ ankles in preparation for the practical session the following day. There was no way she was going to let the opportunity fall through the cracks. Her dream of working for the Oilers was the whole reason she decided to go to school for athletic therapy in the first place. She was never any good at playing hockey but she knew in her heart that, someday, she would work for the team she loved so much. At the end of it all, she reckons her taping skills saved her, so she took her brother out to his favourite restaurant to thank him for letting her use his ankles for practice.

Fast forward a few months and she’s now stood in her parents living room thinking about how in three months she could be taping Harry Styles’ ankles.  

At the time of her application, no one knew the Oilers would be picking first in the draft. The aura around the team was a bit negative at the time (because of all the losing) and there were rumours circulating the city that some of the star players were rude to the support staff and liked to party a little too hard at The Ranch (which contributed to said losing). 

When she first decided to apply for the position her father warned her, “there’s a saying that you should never meet your heroes. What if they’re all a bunch of assholes and you end up hating the team you’ve loved your whole life?” 

Y/N ignored her father’s warning but silently hoped that others would feel that way, narrowing down the applicant pool. However, the rumours circulating the team had no effect on the amount of students applying for the job. The fans were loyal in Edmonton (a city not known by many around the world unless you follow hockey or are compelled to visit North America’s largest shopping mall) and although the team was losing, every kid studying athletic therapy wanted a shot with their favourite team. Y/N knew of at least fifteen students that she beat out for the position. 

Now, it’s late June and there is a general hype surrounding the team, as if Harry was about to come in and shine a light on the Decade of Darkness (a term Oilers fans use to characterize the recent years in which their favourite team hadn’t made the playoffs). That’s a lot of pressure to put on one person, but Y/N supposed that he’s been dealing with this kind of pressure since he was sixteen, maybe even younger. 

Everyone at her family’s draft party was, yet again, watching the television intently while Harry gave his first interview as an official member of the Edmonton Oilers hockey team. While Y/N normally loved watching these types of interviews, she was a bit zoned out- mesmerized by the look of him. The suit, the wavy chestnut hair, the dimple in his left cheek, the accent. The accent. She had never really been that attracted to hockey players, which many people found hard to believe given that she’s such a fan of the sport. All of the guys from her high school who played minor hockey were rotten and thought they were better than everyone else. She did have favourite players in the NHL, players that she loved and admired, but they were her favourites because she loves how they play the game, not because she wants to fuck them. 

There was something different about Harry Styles though. Not necessarily that she wanted to fuck him (especially since she recently signed an employment contract that would forbid it), but she was certainly feeling intrigued by him. He doesn’t look like the boys she went to high school with. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s British, or that he opted for a suit that set him apart from the rest of them, or maybe it was the duality of the way he held himself with unshakeable confidence in his floral suit, his gaze set intensely on the person interviewing him, posture strong and dominant, while simultaneously speaking so softly, his words laced with kindness and gratitude.

“When do you start working with the team, Y/N?” Her uncle Will asked from across the room, prompting everyone to look in her direction waiting for her response. 

The news that Y/N would be working for the Oilers this season shook the family. As soon as her dad shared the news with his brother, she started receiving messages expressing congratulations from her many aunts, uncles, and cousins, shortly followed by messages asking if she would be getting free tickets to games. 

“Um, mid-September, for training camp.” 

“You get to meet Harry Styles?” her 9 year old cousin, Billy, asked. 

“I do. I will be one of the team’s trainers.” The young boy held a look of wonder on his face, as if realizing for the first time that that his oldest cousin was actually kind of cool. 

“Do you think he’s single?” Her aunt Maria asked with a smirk on her face, turning to the television to look at Harry Styles. Aunt Maria doesn’t care much for hockey but she never failed to mention which players she believed to be handsome. She was also the nosey type of aunt that liked to inquire about Y/N’s dating life. “Maybe you two will hit it off.”

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes at her aunt, waving off her comment. But before she could retort, her father chimed in. “Ha! Yea, right! That’s not going to happen. She’s not allowed to date anyone on the team, it’s the rules. Plus, Y/N knows better than to get involved with any of these guys.” 

Her father was right. It is the rules. Y/N thought back to when she went into the Oilers headquarters back in April to sign her employment contract. She asked a lot of questions, making sure she understood everything about the document she was signing. 

“Personal relationships? Even friendships are forbidden?” she asked the head trainer, TJ, for clarification. 

“It depends. You can be friendly, sure, but I would avoid spending time with the players outside of training and game times. Could be seen as unprofessional.”  

Y/N understood why such rules were in place, and she had no issue with it at the time. A woman securing a position on a professional sports team was rare, let alone a woman securing a position with a professional men’s team. She knew when she chose this career path that it would always be an uphill battle and that she’d have to work harder and be more strategic than the men in her field. She wanted- no, needed to excel and prove that she could be a talented athletic therapist and a valuable member of the team, so she had no intention whatsoever of messing that up with any type of personal relationships. She also understood the power dynamic between the professional athletes and the support staff, the different ways in which power can be abused, and how personal relationships could complicate things. It all made sense to her. Plus, she was happy enough with just becoming friends with the other trainers and she probably wouldn’t have a lot of free time, anyways, balancing her practicum and her school work.

Today, however, she couldn’t help the very slight pull on her heartstrings at the thought of not getting to know Harry Styles on a more personal level. 

As if he’d even be interested in the first place.

In a hotel restaurant in Sunrise, Florida, a few hours after the draft, Harry Styles sat with his mother Anne, sister Gemma, and agent Jeff, celebrating his newly drafted status over a bottle of champagne. He knew he should be feeling elated, like it was the best day of his life, but all he felt was exhausted. The conversation at the table happened around him while he sat in his own head, unable to think about anything but what it might feel like to be tucked into his bed in his childhood bedroom in Holmes Chapel. 

The weeks leading up to the draft were an absolute circus filled with interviews and talking to the media nearly every day (he hates talking to the media), shooting promo for all of his endorsements (he’s thankful for the money they give him but he knows he is an excruciatingly terrible actor), and flying around North America to visit all of the potential cities where he might be drafted (it was a pointless tour because everyone knew where he was going to end up). 

He had only tonight to celebrate with his family before it was all set to start again. Him and Jeff will fly off to Edmonton tomorrow morning for a week to speak to the media there, meet the teammate he’ll be living with, and do a surprise skating session with some kids at a summer camp. Meanwhile, his mum and sister will fly back to England.

“Any idea where you’ll live then?” Anne asked her son, pulling him out of his thoughts and back into the conversation. 

“Hm?” He hadn’t a clue what his mum just asked him but he’d hate to admit that rather than listening to anything the three of them had been talking about for the last hour he’d been thinking about how he’d rather be sleeping “Sorry, I think the champagne’s got to me a bit.” 

“The team’s got him living with one of his older teammates and his family.” Jeff stepped in, knowing Harry wasn’t fully paying attention. “They do this with the young guys to get them used to living on their own. Teach ‘em how to cook, do laundry, and keep ‘em in line. He won’t be partying every night and bringing girls back to his place if he lives with the guy’s wife and kids.” 

“Oh please,” Gemma chimed in. “Not like any of that would be an issue for Harry. He’s been away from home for years. And he’s hardly got time for partying and dating.” 

Harry shot Jeff a look warning him to keep his mouth shut. When Harry found out about the living arrangements the team had planned for him, he was less than pleased. After all, he’d just spent the last year living in a dorm room at the University of North Dakota where he had complete freedom. Gemma was right, he didn’t have much time for partying and dating. But he liked having his own space, and he really liked being able to invite someone over after a game, either to celebrate a win or relieve some stress after a loss. 

“You never know, some of these young guys get their first big pay cheque and a taste of the big leagues and it can go off the rails pretty fast.”

“I like to think I raised my baby to know better than to get caught up in a pay cheque.” Anne placed a comforting hand on her son’s shoulder and he quickly reciprocated, reaching up to place his hand over hers.  

Not liking where this conversation was going, Harry finally cut in. “You did. And Jeffrey, you know I’m not that kinda guy. Either way, none of this matters if I don’t make it past training camp. For all we know I could be going back to the juniors for the season.”

“Doesn’t matter who you are or what kinda guy you are, H, it’s just what the team does. It’s tradition. And c’mon, I know you like to keep your expectations in check, but the team’s made it pretty clear that you’re gonna be in the starting lineup come October.” 

Jeff was right. The team had all but promised that he would make it past training camp. The question wasn’t if he’d make it past training camp, but in what shape he’d be in and how long it would take for the team to start winning games.  

“The coach said I’m small and need to bulk up, especially since I’ll be playing against older, more experienced men.” Harry could feel the weight of his mum’s gaze as she gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I’m not quite where I need to be yet, but I’ll get there.”

Harry and his family were stood in the hotel lobby with Jeff, convening on plans for the morning when he felt a small tug on the hem of his red floral suit jacket. He spun himself around, ready to confront the individual bold enough to touch him without his consent, to find a young girl, no older than five years old staring up at him. 

Harry looked at her, a bit taken aback and undoubtedly with a bit of confusion written on his face, and then spotted, a few feet behind her, two individuals who were most likely her parents. Suddenly, he realized that he may have actually had a few too many glasses of champagne and immediately tried to compose himself, standing straighter and trying to will away the exhaustion in his eyes and the haziness in his mind. 

“Oh - um, hello there.” He cleared his throat before using the soft voice he reserves for adorable, small children like the one stood before him. 

“Are you Harry Styles?” She asked with wide eyes and a small, timid voice.

“I am, sweetheart. What can I do for you?” 

A bright smile etched itself onto her face. But instead of answering him, she looked back at the adults standing behind her, motioning for them to help as she was too shy to proceed on her own. The man, who Harry presumed was her father, moved to stand beside her. 

“This is Millie. She wanted to say hi to you because she’s a big fan of yours.” 

Harry lowered himself in front of the young girl so that he was crouched down and eye-level with her. “Hi Millie, it’s a real pleasure to meet you.” He reached out to shake the young girl’s small hand. “Have you got anything that I could sign? Or I suppose we could take a photo if you’d like?” 

The young girl removed her hand from Harry’s, nodding her head eagerly. She began to unzip her jacket, revealing a bright orange Edmonton Oilers jersey underneath. 

“Oh? Look at that! You’re an Oilers fan. In Florida?” Harry lifted himself from his crouched position and directed his question toward at the girl’s father.

“Yes, well, we actually travelled here from Edmonton, to watch the draft in person.” Harry raised his eyebrows in shock. He knew that the flight from Edmonton to Florida is long, and likely expensive. The tickets to attend the draft live probably weren’t cheap either. “It’s not every day your favourite team picks first overall! Let alone gets to pick a player like you. We were so excited so we decided to make a family trip out of it. Turn around, Millie, show him the back!” Millie’s father handed Harry a sharpie as Millie turned her back to Harry. 

It was at that moment that Harry started to understand the weight of the moment. The name ‘STYLES’ was embroidered on the back of Millie’s Oilers jersey, above the number ‘15’ indicating his draft year. He was speechless. This was, after all, the first time he was seeing his name in the classic Oilers’ orange and blue colours adorned on a fan’s back. 

The feeling was different from earlier at the draft when they presented him with his own jersey. This one belonged to someone else. Someone bought his jersey before he’d even ever played a single minute for the team. They flew across the continent, from Edmonton to Florida, just to watch him get drafted. It was a lot for his hazy, champagne-diluted mind to take in.

Realizing he’d just been standing there staring at the jersey, he cleared his throat once again in hopes that he could hide the unknown thoughts and emotions he was trying to reconcile. “Wow, um, I didn’t realize you could get these already.”

Millie’s father laughed, “Man, they’ve been selling these in Edmonton since they announced we’d be picking first in the draft.” Again, the feeling was overwhelming for Harry. 

We’d be picking first in the draft.

To this family, and probably others in Edmonton, the Oilers were “we”. They win together, they lose together. If the Oilers pick first in the draft, they all pick first. It was their team. And now he, Harry, was a part of that “we”.

Harry reached down to sign the jersey on Millie’s back, quickly scribbling his autograph on the left side. As he straightened himself, he felt Anne move to stand beside him, apparently having sensed her son’s unease and unconscious need for his mother to join him in this moment.

“Hi, I’m Harry’s mum, Anne. Would you like me to take a picture of the four of you?” Millie’s father eagerly handed his phone to Anne and waved his wife over to be in the photo. Several photos of Harry and the family were taken, followed by a few of just Harry and Millie. 

“Would you mind if I took one of Harry and Millie on my phone as well?” Anne asked as she snapped the last photo. “This is the first time Harry’s met a fan wearing his name on an Oilers jersey. We’d like to remember it.” 

The family was more than happy to oblige so Anne took a few more photos on her phone, including one where Millie’s back was to the camera and the ‘STYLES’ name in full view. 

It was so like his mum to understand how special the moment was and to come in and save him. He couldn’t quite articulate what he was feeling in that moment, as understanding emotions and sentimentality were not his greatest strengths, and he most definitely never would have asked to take a photo to keep for himself had she not done it. 

The obvious feelings were joy and gratitude. Every day he was thankful to play the game he loved, to be successful, and to have fans that loved and supported him. It didn’t always make sense that complete strangers paid him so much attention just for playing a game, but he accepted it and always tried to show those strangers kindness in return. However, there was another feeling lingering, one that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Looking at his mum, he knew that she knew what it was. She always knew. And certainly she would make him talk about it later.

As they separated from the family and walked toward the hotel elevators, where Gemma and Jeff were waiting, Anne grabbed onto her son’s arm, holding him close as they walked side by side. 

“Do you see that they love you already, my darling?” She asked. Harry raised an eyebrow at his mum, unsure of what she was going on about. “I know you. I know that you care what people think and that you are scared to disappoint them. You just need to step out on the ice and be yourself. Just be Harry. They already love you and this is only just the beginning.”

WOW! OK. I know it’s a bit of a slow start, but I wanted this chapter to be more of an introduction to harry and the mc and to the fan culture that harry is about to experience!! I’ve already started on the next part so that should be up before Christmas! If you’ve made it this far, all I can say is that I love you and appreciate you. If you liked it, please let me know. I debated not posting this so many times (and I might even regret it later) so feedback will certainly ease my troubled mind!! I ALWAYS LOVE YOU, BUT ESPECIALLY TODAY!! xx Shan. 

Harry’s Draft Day Look

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I am convinced Cas knew about Dean’s feelings for him. He almost confessed twice. The first time Dean said „I need you“ and not in the „hey, man I need you to heal me after hunts“ but in the „I need you in my life bc of you, bc you are my best friend and I don’t want to go on without you“ kinda way. The way he said it the second time almost sounded like „I love you“ bc of the way he pronounced it, bc of the intonation, and that is what snapped Cas out of it. (They cut it out of the original script bc they felt that Dean would not say I love you this early. He hadn’t even said it to his brother only to his mother in the dream he had bc of the ghoul. But the fact that it was intended to be I love you gives the I need you even more meaning) However it didn’t go as he hoped he would bc Dean never mentioned it again, kept calling him buddy. So he doubted his thoughts and kept his feelings to himself, afraid to push Dean away.

Dean’s second almost confession happened 6 seasons later. Dean’s prayer. „I‘m sorry it took me so long to say it“ is not only about the forgiveness. Prayers are not always spoken out loud, we don’t know if he added anything in silence, all though I don’t think so. Dean didn’t say I love you there, maybe because he thought Cas deserved to hear it when he was standing right in front of him and not through a prayer he isn’t sure Cas could even hear. So when he finally found Cas you could see determination on his face. I believe he wanted to tell him then and there. And when he started with „Cas, I need to say something“ and Cas interrupted him he was confused and devastated, but he respected Cas decision. He didn’t push after „I heard your prayer“. Maybe he also was relieved for the diversion bc he is emotionally repressed and he is not the character who says I love you lighthearted, maybe he also thought that Cas doesn’t reciprocate and this time it’s Dean who is afraid to bring it up, afraid to risk their friendship. But Cas knew he had to stop him bc if not he would have been happy. It would not have mattered that the world was ending bc he would have been truly happy and he couldn’t risk it, so he interrupted Dean.

The last time it is Cas who confessed bc he hasn’t got anything to lose. He could only win bc even if he is gone he had saved Dean and the all of the others. But he already knows Dean loves him, he is almost certain he does. (The actors changes the script here a few times.) After the „I love you“ Dean said „Don’t do it, Cas“ (Script said Cass). He doesn’t look like he is disgusted that his best friend is confessing his love to him, no he is afraid. Yes, he is shocked and surprised and can’t say it back therefore. He is after all still an emotionally repressed character. But his „Don’t do it“ is a plea for Cas to not go there. It’s a don’t tell me you love me to then leave me alone, don’t give me all I wished for and then take it away before I can get a say in it. It’s a longing for Cas to take it back just so that he won’t leave him again. Dean knows what life felt without Cas and he pleads that Cas won’t put him through that again. But it’s to late and he knows this too, so when Cas pulles him on while saying „Good bye, Dean“ he wants to ask him something, you can hear the „What..“ that hangs in the air. You see that he is too shocked to do anything but expects something at the same time, maybe a kiss, maybe a hug, anything at all but not being pushed out of the way. He crumbles as he watches Cas being taken by the Empty and you can see that in that moment he is numb. He looks around for him and when he realizes that this was Goodbye forever, he breaks. At this exact moment Dean’s world ended. Outside of the walls he was leaning against was his brother, his son who needed his help but he had no fight in him. He ignores Sam’s call and he had never done this before. This man lost the love of his life in that moment and simultaneously the reason for him to fight.

Another big thing is that Dean seems happy in the final episode. We know he was always devastated when Cas was dead. A walking meat suit so to say. Dean is the best hunter with Sam together, he never made a mistake that was so banal that he overlooked a screw he saw more than once during the fight. He knows how to take on a bigger persona, a stronger monster than him, he knows not to launch himself at it, so why did he. Psychological speaking, a person who is keen on dying makes peace a few days prior with their decision, appeares calm, happy and content; suicidal or not, taking their own lives or dying bc of a letal disease. This is what I see in the last episode. Dean knew his brother was finally happy, had someone in his life to look after him when he would be gone, but he wasn’t. He was numb, he had no reason to life. He had no son on earth, his purpose in saving the world was fulfilled. He couldn’t retire bc then he would have nothing. He had no one waiting for him at home bc the one thing he wants is the one thing he can’t have. In Dean‘s mind Cas is gone forever and most of the people who are most important to him are in heaven. Dean wanted to die. There is no other explanation as for why Jack didn’t send Cas to heal him or did it himself. It’s why Dean asked his brother to tell him it’s ok, so he knows Sam will be able to get over his death instead of telling him to get help. And Sam knows bc he doesn’t tell him to hold it together, to keep fighting till he gets help. No, Sam pleads to Dean not to go just like Dean pleaded that Cas won’t leave him. When Dean arrived in heaven he was content, he wasn’t happy yet, he was relieved. „At least I made it to heaven“ is so important here bc it is common sense that suicide is a sin, that people that take their own life go to hell. Dean hoped that by dying in an accident he would bypass this fact even if he provoked the accident. He is also surprised about the changes made in heaven that his kid , as Bobby said. You can see his face fall for a minute when Bobby mentions his Dad, like he is afraid he disappointed his father by becoming the person he was, maybe even by falling in love with a gay angel. The moment Bobby mentions that Cas helped Jack Dean smiled, smirked even bc his plan not only worked but bc his dream came true. He had his Cas back, or at least Cas was alive and he could see him. „It’s almost perfect“, what did he mean by this. Was he talking about Sam only or was he missing something else too. Bobby then tells him he can have anything he wants anything he wishes for and Dean gulps. He diverts Bobby‘s questions about what he is gonna do about it just like he always did when someone mentioned his feelings for Cas on earth, but then his face falls on baby and he seems determined. He answers „I think I‘ll go for a drive“ casually but his face is not the face of someone who just wants to take a stroll through heaven. His face is the face of someone who is determined to get something done. Call me delusional but I think Dean took that car to go and find Cas. To finally tell him that he loves him too. To get everything he ever wished for and bc that means all of them happy he meats Sam on his way, maybe after he went to see Cas and Jack, maybe before. But Dean decided to take his car to a specific location, he was determined when deciding to go for a drive. We don’t get to see Cas and Dean reuniting, but we all know that for Dean to be truly happy he needs not only Sam but also Cas. And as Bobby said You can have all you wish for, we know that Dean got to have Castiel.

[hag-rambling-on]

Boys hc’s feats Diaspro

Riven

Riven Cassios was born to two Omega prisoners. What surprised everyone, because staying healthy enough to carry out a pregnancy on a planet that sucks your magic is... Obviously the Rocalucce Council keeps an eye on the planet, they took him out of there because no child would pay because his parents, and he has been in foster homes, although it doesn't last long since the requirements for his adoption were more strict than most -which in the long run the Council would realize was COUNTERPRODUCTIVE for his character-. That is what Darcy detects and why the high spheres are somewhat "permissive" with him.

His mother died giving birth, it was already miraculous that she lived so long and ‘bout his father I think I'm going to kill him too, maybe. The father I assure you would be love him (he called Riven to himself Daru, his gift) thought was not his initial idea, the mother always saw him as an experiment (she was a witch who followed the Ancenstresses). Ohm, also in his blood there are dark elves and giants.

Riven surname is actually the name of the galaxy where he was born or a derivation of it, as is common for orphans. So the boy knows NOTHING about the above.

Timmy and Riven are the only specialists who have passed the full course at Fonterossa, without skips. In the end they bond about it. Timmy gives him a recommendation to work as a part-time mechanic at Magix (good boy face, he knows how to use it)

Timmy

Timeus “tshhhh, it’s Timmy.... i’m not my grandfather” fulfills the physique requisits as much as any other specialist, but it is true that his physique and abilities, adapted to the distance, give him a more "feline" air.

He is also the one who wakes up at night and moves silently, scaringthe rest of the squad if they wake up unexpectedly.

His glasses are for both sight and Aura Vision. His parents are rich enough to pay for an operation, but since he would have to wear glasses for his ability anyway, why? Practical guy.

And the glasses make people look down on him, something that when his self-esteem is high and he’s being rational and cunning he knows it’s wonderful, although many others times may hurt. He is mostly leprechaum with something human.

Nex

Nex is still a Paladin born in Lymphea and with blood of literally ALL races. He adapts well to any planet, although not its people at first. His race mix makes his face “charismatic”, like always draw attention even if people don’t know very well why they are draw.

His ability is Delay Sleep. It allows him to hold over his need to sleep for days without going crazy or losing physical capacity or needing many days to recover (he can stay awake for 5 or more days, sleep 8-10 hours and go back to being his usual self). Sometimes he does not control this well and has plenty of energy in need of drop but he is the one who has the most control of his ability.

One of his parents spent time in Rocalucce Fortress as a "guest" so at times he feels like he has something to prove.

Roy

Coming from Andros, most of the population are merpeople with a few elves and humans. which avoids the 100% aquatic population. Roy, unlike Aisha is mostly human-elf with a bit of merpeople in a grandgrandgrand level. One of his parents comes from one of the colonies on the moons of Andros and he was born there although they moved almost immediately.

Roy’s paladin ability being the canon “Triton Aura” used to breathe underwater. That and learning to swim and drive all kinds of water vehicles was what made him feel "adapted" to Andros. But he always try to be useful.

He only became a Paladin at the beginning of season 6, and it was visiting him that the season began. He’s bi but he thinks of himself as straight.

Nabu

I plead guilty to liking Nabu even though I shipped Aisha with Flora and Nex. So I have a hard time thinking about him. Except, EVERY time I try to think of something. EVERY TIME. Rapunzel. So, he will never cut his hair.

But with an island instead of a tower and a babysitter (male and wizard) more dumbledoor (not, actually more like Newt Scamander mentor like).

Sometimes he misses out on some "social customs/things/normalcies" whatever is called due to his little dealing with people. He may seem naive or that don't understand sarcasm. He understands and learns quickly, but people were very respectful to him and there are things he is not used to. 1/2 merpeople 1/4 half elf 1/4 human as both of his parents are half merpeople.

He likes to swim as much as any merpeople, but they didn't let him do it much because they were afraid he would go away or lost, so he usually went off "to the heights", going up to the rooftops and things like that.

Helia

Helia is trans but keeps his first name as chosen name which I don’t understand. Also he has formally tried study practically everything he wanted. Specialist, Paladin, Wizard (of Threads). Painter.

He can't make up his mind, his family hurries him just to STOP making them dizzy and spend a few years with everything -and actually end a single “major” choice- he wants to experience, that he has a very long life and can dedicate a few decades to Everything and they can support them. Well, more or less, but he was vip pass to all these options because family connections.

Long story about Sky, Brandon and Dia.

Sky, Brandon and Diaspro's first meeting was a show. Has it all. Costumes, lies. Confusion. Kidnapping. And that is why Diaspro insists on the wedding (I would like to mention that although I don’t know her romantic orientation yet surely bi or lesbian, here, Dia is asexual. And Sky is non-binary but his parents do not approve so go for he/him to avoid problem with them. And here our story begins)

A bit of background. Brandon actually hails from Isis, the son of the military and was chosen by the whimsical chibi!Diaspro as a playmate and future personal guard (because then she believed that touching children gave "lice" and her character and age did not have the 18like wall of royal education, then in a random encounter he called her among many things what Dia's mind translated in a strange way "uncracked geode", which is a double-edged compliment in Isis that many would not accept from strangers but she liked it). Rarely they would end up becoming friends in the end. When the series begins, Brandon and Diaspro keep up with calls, which will prevent Dia's reaction with Bloom on the one hand.

On a visit (officially only from the kings of Erakyon to to the kings of Isis) for the children to get to know each other, somehow, they all ended up happily dressing up, with Sky and Dia looking like two pretty princesses and Brandon assessing whether his dress would be green or yellow because Diaspro insisted that she and Sky had already taken the blue and red and so it would be more "thematic".

Here began the first of many attacks on Sky's head, because before it had begun to be rumored (true) that Erendor had fertility problems (btw his race dwarf-high elf and Samara is leprechaum-high elf, Sky gots mostly high elf part). When they came in and saw two girls and a boy, Brandon, not the highest IQ, but one of the wisest of his team and definitely the best fighter, played along so he ended up pretending to be Sky (also helps that his hair colors looks like Erendor) Everything worked out well in the end, although Brandon ended up as Sky's squire (better for him, worse for Diaspro), and Diaspro made Sky promise that he owed her a big favor. Anyway they grew up over the years in friendship and they both knew they were not of each other's true love interest, but, they could put up with each other (because that's what royalty does).

Sky and Diaspro have a sonorous (affectionate) war over Sky's hair to annoy/exasperate Brandon. Diaspro always complains that he doesn't grow it and it would look great then. Sky says that he is fine as with his hair at it is (it's actually Erendor's thing). The soft part of Diaspro that she doesn't usually show off has taught Sky many ways to style his hair and subtly put on makeup to look more feminine if he wants to.

How I am amused by that image from wikipedia and that Diaspro entered Sky's guard so quickly. Another headcanon is that Diaspro would sometimes change her appearance a bit and go into Sky's guard to be with Brandon to annoy him and Sky, when Brandon has to talk about her without giving details, she is simply "his sister Charbonne" (she hates that alias). They were discovered when she was 15 years old but she had already trained and the royal families considered it a sign to formalize the engagement since “they search each other” (people only sees what they wants).

The Diaspro family is not good, first Brandon was a shield (emotional) because as a child they were not “that” bad and then Sky joined him (physically and politically), handling things with Bloom so like that was not a good idea when the floor was full of cracked bottles.

... omg i’m sorry you three i’m sorry what I did to you

Also, Brandon's ability as a green user is very interesting and helps with this a lot. I temporally call it “Keypoint Warning” and I like it a lot, it's like a "tic" that tells him "be careful, what you say, what you do now, even the smallest thing could change everything for youself (for better or for worse)”. He actually has a scar on his forehead (not a lightning bolt) that his hairstyle hides after “that” day but a little less fine on the words and the kidnappers might have broken his mouth so... His parents have been cured (spoiler: no) of heart attack since then.

[heizuha-queen]

Hello! It's that girl who doesn't know when to stop coming up with more headcannons at 2am in the morning again.

Another idea sparked in my head.

You know how it's common for K-pop idols to have solo activities such as joining a variety show?

Have you heard of Busted! ?

Not sure if you've heard about this variety program. It airs on Netflix and currently have three seasons. The cast members consists of various celebrities ranging from comedians to actors to idols. Exo Sehun and Gugudan Sejeong are actually members of that show as well. (Btw, Sehun even low-key dressed up as KID once. It was a masterpiece. Period)

The show is a mystery/detective game program. The cast have to solve puzzles and search for clues to complete the missions given. The best part of the program is that the production team doesn't make the cast solve stupid, kid puzzle games.

They have to solve actual, scary, cases. Murders. Robbery. Conspiracy stuff.

So....

What if... Kazuha joins a program like this as a cast member?

I believe she would actually be perfect to join the show for several reasons:

1. Her intelligence

We've seen that she is actually very smart. Her deduction skills may not be as sharp as Heiji's, but we were shown in canon how Kazuha is actually very intelligent, even able to decipher the dying message of the victim in the Heiji Vs Kazuha episode. (If you remember, even Kogoro & Ran weren't able to solve it)

Not just that, remember how in the 7th Movie, Kazuha was able to come up with a really smart way to save Heiji from getting killed by that masked man by just using her sock and rocks?

If she were to join the cast, she'll be a valuable asset that could help them solve the missions much more quickly due to her wits.

2. Her physical prowess

Okay, to be honest, it's not necessary for the cast members to be proficient in martial arts. However, her aikido would definitely be a huge bonus. Imagine a scene where the cast members were all scared and being chased by something (like a villain, criminal,etc) As everyone is running away to not get caught and lose or something, Kazuha just stands there like a badass and back flip the villain like... Wouldn't that be totally awesome?

The production crew may or may not advise Kazuha to not repeat that so the staff members won't turn down their job as future villain roles.

(Also, ever since the back flip incident, the internet may or may not vote her as the most badass K-pop idol to live)

3. Her popularity

Since I think everyone on your blog agrees that Kazuha will be extremely popular, imagine the viewers she would attract to watch the program. It wouldn't be just the Korean audience. Her international fans would watch. Her Japanese audience would watch. Her group's fan would watch.

Of course, most importantly, Heizuha fans would loyally watch every episode as they pray that Heiji would miraculously guest on one of the episodes since they're thirsty for any Heizuha interaction.

(Even a cameo phone call would be enough tbh)

4. Her experience

I strongly believe that no matter how hard Kazuha's agency tried to avoid scandal by hiding the fact that Kazuha has been to a lot of cases and crime scenes (because of Heiji), the internet still discovers it. Hence, the producer of the show believe that she would perfect since she has experience and know how to ACTUALLY act when trying to do detective work. Her attitude would make the (fake) murder case looks real and legit, hence bringing more quality to the show.

5. Her relationship with people who are in the field

I think that, over time, people would discover that Kazuha is a daughter of a very notable and respectable police officer. Due to that, in a way, I think people would trust Kazuha's instinct more on the show, and indirectly, she would unconsciously lead the cast members to solve the mystery without being explicitly bossy nor pushy.

I would also LOVE to imagine that in those EXTREMELY RARE instances where a mission becomes extremely hard, for instance, they've spent longer time than necessary on a clue, the production crew gives them a chance to call someone and ask for help. (Tbh the production crew could just straight up tell them the answer, but where's the entertainment value in that?) Most of the time people would ask Kazuha to call for help since she has connections to a bunch of smart people who could solve the clue in just a few minutes. ( ie; her dad, Heiji).But of course, (for the sake of entertainment lol), the cast prefer if she calls Heiji for help. (Hence, why Heiji makes some cameos on the show through phone calls)

Let's be real, the production crew and cast members are (low-key) hardcore Heizuha shippers.

6. Her personality

She may be hot-headed at times, but that just adds charm to her personality you know? It also sometimes help the cast stay in check to help out with the investigation. At the end of the day, her determination to complete a mission yet adorableness in her interactions are really what makes people love her so much. Her frankness and straightforwardness also helps her forge genuine friendships with the rest of the cast members and production crew. From the show, people could see more than a properly-trained K-pop idol on stage. Rather, a smart individual who is also a human. People get to see her as herself, not just a celebrity.

Of course, I don't think she'll immediately join the program as a rookie K-pop idol. Maybe 5/6 years after her debut, where members of her group are all exploring their own individual solo career?

Although on another note, can you imagine how Heiji would react when she's on the show.

I bet Heiji watches every episode of the show but never admits it. He would also get frustrated when everyone on the show takes too long to find a hint, but have this huge proud smile on his face whenever Kazuha solves it.

Of course, Heiji would tease Kazuha for every small thing she did on the show when they facetime or call each other in private. Just because~

I also imagine Kazuha having to change Heiji's name on her phone to something neutral that doesn't indicate that they're dating. Ever since joining the show, she also has to change the lock screen of her phone since she could be asked to call Heiji for help without any warning. (Better safe than sorry)

I guess that's all for this random shot of headcannons. I hope you enjoy them!

Ps; By the way, if I do end up writing Heizuha fanfics (WE DESPERATELY NEED MORE!!), I'll let you know 😊

Umm PLEASE NEVER LEARN TO STOP BECAUSE I LOVE READING YOUR HEADCANONS!

I really love the idea of Heiji appearing in phone calls and I can imagine him watching every episode. It’s a routine that no one can break for him😂😂

[miraculous-skadi]

*walks onto stage while crowd boos*

heyyyy hiiiii how’s it going?

i swear i want to talk about my felinette aus but i’ve been thinking about my ice art kwami swap au (which needs a name that’s such a mouthful)

i’ve decided that in this au there will be NO evil/bad/rival Lila and there WILL BE (slight) Chloe redemption!

reasons under the cut! please read it before casting judgement lol

1. I want to play around with the idea the fandom adopted between the airing of Volpina and Season 2, with Marinette befriending Lila and Lila being attached to her. I also can’t think really think of a way to keep her as she is in canon (I’m still even struggling with a way to fit Volpina in with this au).

2. I’m going to do what the writers couldn’t do and actually give some of these damn characters some proper character development.

3. They’re still kids. Like, 13-15 years old. They can change and grow and adapt.

4. This does NOT mean they’re going to be protagonists! Just that they’re not going to be antagonists! I really dislike the amount of antagonistic girls in this show!!! That’s not what magical girl shows are about! And ML can be classified as a magical girl show!! A common, almost expected theme in magical girl shows is the power of friendship and that is pretty much always extended to the villain! Even if it doesn’t work, they still try!

5. My best and favorite example to the above is my beloved anime Shugo Chara. All of the villains/antagonists in that show? Befriended and turned to the good side. Prime examples? Hoshina Utau and Lulu de Morselle Yamamoto. Both are main villains in their respective arcs (Lulu is anime-only and so she doesn’t stay after her arc is finished and she’s changed sides). 

These two have their reasons for being against the protagonists, and are shown to struggle with their decisions, especially after getting to know the main character. Utau continues to show up after leaving the bad guys, but doesn’t contribute much/often in terms of fighting unless needed. She just lives her life. Lulu, being an anime-only character, is put on an airplane never to be seen again, but still reformed for the better. 

One character who is a rival to the main character is Saaya Yamabuki, who doesn’t have special powers and is barely a side character. Saaya is still an over-the-top “queen bee” with her little posse and is obsessed with one of the main love interests, thus her self-imposed, one-sided rivalry with the main character. While she never becomes a “good guy” that’s really just because she’s kind of a bit character used for laughs (except the one time that doesn’t even really impact things much she just becomes the “Monster of the Week”).

6. THAT WAS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT I’M SORRY I JUST LOVE THAT ANIME

7. Lila will probably end up with an arc similar to Lulu, while Chloe will get an arc similar to Saaya. Lila will be friends with Marinette, and Chloe will just learn that her life is a little messed up and make attempts to be better but kinda fail a bit.

8. I personally believe that magical girl shows are meant to bring girls together, instead of pull them apart. They’re cheesy at times, being directed to kids, but their moral is meant to be one of kindness and acceptance, even to those who wrong you. So when ML continued to put Chloe as a bad guy, even after teasing that failure of a “redemption” arc, and made Lila ANOTHER bad guy unnecessarily, I started to lose hope in the show and stopped watching. I still consume content and am aware of what’s happening, but all my information is secondhand at best. That’s a story for another time, like the above SHOULD HAVE BEEN!!!!!

9. but yeah, good!lila and minor chloe redemption will be a thing in my au no one can stop me don’t even try i’m fixing this

[bad-wolfies]

You do not understand people. Please consider my arguments for a moment. The problem isn't in Destiel not being confirmed this episode. The problem is in the facts that:

1. The actors grief was gone by 2nd half, out of nowhere, with no explanation.

2. The solution to kill God just randomly appeared and what's worse it's something that Winchesters couldn't possibly know about until the moment Jack told them something was off. So what's up with that BS montage like they all just noticed things happening to Jack themselves? Since when they are so perceptive? They literally went after Death in last episode because they didn't even for a second consider that it's THE GOD who is the actual BIG BAD was the source of problems...

3. There is no way that Jack wouldn't think of bringing Cas back instantly

4. There is no way that Dean (even with no romantic feelings) would not instantly asks Jack for Cas back

5. There is no way Sam and Dean would just go flowers and NO-rainbows after losing 2 of most important ppl for them.

6. Did we seriously watched 15 seasons of a tv show with the growing idea of "family doesn't end with blood", the development of two brothers who are codependent in a toxic way and grow to see a wider world and grow their family by choice and learn to live their own lives, just to throw it all out the window and get a "forever bros, no outsider allowed" ending? Guess in the end it was the Wincest, not Destiel...

*7. Writing Cas' name on table doesn't confirm Dean's romantic feelings (as I saw ppl mention). The table stands for family, which doesn't indicate romantic love at all. It doesn't go in the way of it, but isn't a sign of it either.

We argued last episode that Dean's reaction to confession was fitting for his personality, experiences etc. What's the point of defending them if they are gonna throw obvious plot holes at us. Plot holes that can't not be noticed, and refuse to even follow the emotional continuity of characters experiences through THE SAME EPISODE?? Not even mentioning connecting it to last episode or the 15 seasons of character creation. I just mean the continuity in one, specific episode. If they didn't want to bring Cas just yet, all it took was to ask Jack if he could and him saying 'NO'. Not acknowledging the possibility at all, after what happened in the last episode was just... I'm sorry but it's as if the episode was written by someone with Alzheimer's disease... I'm shocked the actors didn't feel something was off knowing the characters for 15 seasons...

But if I do have to say, if Destiel will become canon mutually in next episode, I want all of you to know that it's always going to be considered a SPECIAL, which means that whether it's part of canon storyline is up for interpretation. So even if it will be confirmed there, it won't make it canon. More like a separate extra for Destiel fans out there and to shut LGBTQ community from making issues. And I can already tell, since main story ended, that the next episode will be more of a wannabe meta episode than actual part of the show. I expect straight up fanfiction quality bs episode making all dreams we ever had come true, just to put down the validity of Dean's love for Cas deeper into "just part of fans fantasy scenarios". I expect characters to be played over the top and out of character to bully our seriousness to the topic. I honestly didn't wanna expect anything from those episodes, but now I just really feel like we were made fun of. Like we were straight up ridiculed to our faces.

Basically what I'm saying is: they created 2 endings. One ending is for general public and the other one is an "after story" special ending for the "worse kind" of viewers. Namely "us". Finishing main storyline in episode for general public makes it possible for them to skip the "weird gay episode" without losing the ending of the show. It's like they are straight up ashamed of what Destiel is and wanna save public from it. Notice that the interviews will be aired BEFORE the 15x20 while normally interviews and goodbyes are aired AFTER the last episode.

Can someone please send me some love, because my biggest love just shattered and I feel like there is no point to anything anymore...

[theangrycomet]

Comparing KO’s (OK KO) Character Arc to Cassandra’s (TTS)

Ok THIS^ actually bothers me and I really hope it’s a shit-post. Sorry, @astratic, but you have inadvertently signed up for some Character Analysis.

Let’s establish one critical difference between Cassandra and KO before we really dig into this shall we?

Cassandra is a fully developed, fully functional adult roughly in her early to mid twenties.

KO is a CHILD, who’s age is literally 6-11, though fans typically agree that he acts in the 8-9 range. Additionally, he is commonly head cannoned to be on the Autistic Scale and/or ADHD.

Because of this, their decisions and actions need to be seen through different lenses.

Point 1: work tirelessly to become a hero like [parent] who you idolize

KO:

This statement perfectly depicts KO’s goals. KO strives to be a hero in order to help people to the best of his abilities. He hates being useless and powerless to help his friends, so he trains to be a better hero and works through his struggles with their help. He lives to be like his mommy and his father-figure. I mean, look at him when Gar praises KO and tells him how proud he is of him.

Cassandra:

Cassandra’s goals are different. She wants to be a guard at the end of the day for glory. She wants people to see and acknowledge her abilities and strength and admire her for it.

Yes, making her dad proud is a benefit of that, but that is NOT her driving motivation.

Point 2: Become discourage by lack of progress and hindrance by social status

KO:

Social status was NEVER KO’s problem. His stalling in progress, as I mentioned in another post, was a mental block. He couldn’t tap into his power He came from lower middle, working class family with a single mom.

Cassandra:

Social Status was her problem, but only up until the 1st season finale where she was placed as Captain of the Guard.

She had regular progress in getting more time and respect as a royal guard. The fact that She CHOSE to leave that behind in order to follow her crush on some half-baked, unplanned road trip is only the fault of her own. She threw out the chance she had been waiting for for her entire life to follow Rapunzel.

And than was given numerous opportunities through out the trip to leave and pursue other goals. 

Point 3. Be Mentally Ill

Okay, first OP, you could phrased that WAY better. 

Secondly, the mental struggles our characters face are completely different and largely incomparable so to group the two is insulting to both characters.

KO: 

Disassociative Identity Disorder (or multiple personality disorder) 

Possible Undiagnosed Autism and or ADHD

KO develops Disassociative Identity Disorder, due to his frustration at lack of progress, the manipulation of Shadowy figure, and his bottling up of negative emotions. KO is mostly unaware of what happens when TKO is in charge and vice-versa. It took the two a long time to figure out how to work together and eventually merge back into one personality. 

He also demonstrates some traits typically associated with Autism and ADHD, though some of those could be on account of his age. It is a common head cannon amongst fans that his either and sometimes both. 

Cassandra:

Cassandra doesn’t have to deal with any mental illness until the season 3 finale where it can be gleamed that she’s working through depression if you squint at it. 

Yes, there is the Blueberry Ghost, but she was never a result of Cass’ mental state so much as her being host to the Moon Stone. 

Her struggles lie in reigning in her anger and her pride so that she can see problems from unbiased perspectives and apologize for her actions. And that is left still unresolved by the time the finale comes around. 

Point 4. find out long lost parent is actually horrifically villainous and have a whole crisis about it.

Perhaps, we need a little reminder here before I dig into this one:

KO is a child figuring himself out and Cassandra is an adult figuring out what she wants in life.

KO:

KO had been struggling with his darker side for quite some time before he asked his Mom about who exactly his dad was. 

This was something the show had demonstrated time after time that bothered KO, not knowing who his dad was.

So he finds out his dad was this big time hero, and gets reassurance from that fact that he comes from great heroes, so he too can be a hero. Only for that to be immediately tossed out the window when it’s revealed that the only person he hates in the entire world, the person he dubs as the truly evil villain, is actually his father. 

His whole world is not only shook to its core, but his self-confidence as well. Laserblast was a great hero who turned villain; what does that mean for a hero-in-training whose already struggling with that darker side. 

Praise Carol for not killing PV on the spot. 

Additionally, PV didn’t actually know KO even existed until a few months before this incident, and wasn’t even sure if KO was his kid (KO does coincidentally share a lot of Physical attributes to Gar) until KO came busting in, wearing Laserblast’s helmet and bragging about how his dad was a great hero.

So when they attempted to have that father-son relationship, it was as awkward and strained as it should have been. (I’ll get to the OK KO Finale in just a minute)

Cassandra:

Cass could have cared less as to whom her real parents were. She had her dad. She had her goals. She had her job. Who her parents were and why they dumped her on the Captain was irrelevant to her life. 

She didn’t care until Season 3, and that whole season was OOC for everybody, 

Even then, it wasn’t so much as a crisis so much as an excuse to use to fight Rapunzel. It didn’t matter that Gothel was her mother, it mattered that Gothel picked the Sundrop over her. Which in all honesty was the best thing that could have happened to Cass.

Her “crisis” revolved around a dead woman’s shattered legacy more than her mother. 

Point 5: Fall under the influence of said Villainous parental figure

KO TKO: (again, a CHILD)

TKO was used and manipulated into letting his darker side show by Professor Venomous/ Shadowy Figure, (this is my opinion), in order to actually have something they could relate to eachother on. 

Yes, Shadowy Venomous saw TKO as more of his tool for power, but you can’t deny that he wasn’t motivated to have his son by his side. 

Additionally, KO had at this point literally locked away a part of himself because he didn’t have the tools to deal TKO with this mentally or emotionally. So he responded the best way he could and pushed the problem down so he and others wouldn’t have to keep cleaning up TKO’s messes.  

KO was in desperate need for someone to understand how he was and how to help him.

And guess who was there.

Cassandra: (again, an ADULT)

Cass was never led on by Gothel, she was led on by Zhan Tiri.

Cass was delusioned that the moonstone was hers by Zhan Tiri just as much as Rapunzel was delusioned into thinking stopping the moonstone was her destiny by Demanitus. 

However, Zhan Tiri really didn’t make Cass do anything, she never pushed her past the breaking point, she never forced her to do anything. 

Baked Ziti only prompted Cass, reminding her what she was angry at. 

Cass was perfectly capable of ignoring her and doing her own thing. 

Point 6: suddenly and dramatically betray everyone you love even as they plead with you to stop. Become convinced they all hate you except for [villainous parental figure] who is actually just manipulating you to gain power.

This point is actually a very good description of what happened to both, given different contexts. Again, remember that KO is a child who is significantly more easily influenced than Cass should have been.

(Note: again, Zhan Tiri’s not her Parental figure and neither was Gothel)

Point 7: ruin everything and destroy your home

KO TKO:

His destructive rampage was motivated by the betrayal of the one person he believed to understand and support him entirely. He was literally grabbed by the shirt, lifted in the air, told he was nothing more than a tool at best, and that the plan to conquest together had been a lie. 

Wonder where I’ve seen THAT BEFORE?

(Sorry about the low photo Quality, I quickly search and screen shotted so)

(yes it’s this scene that made me think Mad Ben and TKO would get along)

Cassandra:

Which betrayal are we talking about? Because both involve trained guards rightfully attacking Cass for injuring the crown royalty and wrecking the castle.

Point 8/9: snap out of it at the last second and be horrified at what you've wrought/ the world is fixed by an incredible magic. Reconcile with your loved ones. Flourish

KO: 

This is accurate. 

But KO didn’t have to lose his power to see how bad he messed up. He was actually at the top of his game. He probably could have taken out the President of the Universe if he really wanted to. Instead he begged for everything to get fixed, and wished that EVERYONE (even Professor Venomous) could live their best lives. 

Cassandra:

She was only repentent AFTER she lost her power. Even then, she does not apologize for her actions but rather the circumstances and ONLY to Rapunzel herself. She does not care that she caused a world catastrophe, and still wouldn’t have had she won. 

With how it was executed, Cass did NOT deserve such an easy redemption. She should have had to work at it. She should have at least attempted to apologize to the people whose lives she ruined. To the people she’s hurt. Not just Rapunzel. Rapunzel has no right to forgive her in place of everyone else. 

Eugene should not have to forgive her.

Varian should not have to forgive her.

The Brotherhood honestly deserves to fight her in combat. 

She should not have been able to ride off into the sunset and avoid the consequences of her actions. 

BUT I digress. 

IN SUMMARY:

KO and Cass, while they share some similarities, do NOT have the same Character Arc. At all.

Sincerely, 

TheAngryComet

[jerepars]

Ape Dos Mil Extended Chapter Notes

6 / 9 Pure Love

Hyperlinks appear in blue (underlined on mobile and the dashboard). The story is posted here. Direct link to this chapter is here.

As it turned out, when James had to go dark for 48 hours, it pushed Teresa deeper into the cave. James sat in a hotel room on the other side of town while Teresa bought a hotel. James looked into Isidro Navarro while Teresa got ready to make her pitch to the guy and expand her business to Europe. While she dined, James was on the wrong side of the day.

When I first introduced lyrics from Glassjaw’s “Ape Dos Mil” into the story in the second chapter, I mentioned it was the lyrics and mood of the song overall that inspired the story. This paragraph is borrows from the main verse of the song:

Yeah, it's over You can bet in mid October I will still be ranting 'bout most early May Yeah, he's a winner He's a goddamn sinner While he dines I'm on the wrong side of the day And I said, "I don't understand why I'm fumbling after" You're the reason i cannot forget this season Or the letter when you first referred to it

She was going to go her own way, make all the deals, gain more more more. James had to be down for that not just because he was in love with her, but because he had a higher purpose—thanks to the universe—when it came to Teresa. But James wished she didn’t go around ignoring all the signs of danger. He wished she didn’t walk around like nobody was going to break her heart or like she could elude death. Hadn’t she learned, losing Tony, that the #1 special on the menu in the underworld was breaking hearts, one way or another?

There’s a Mac Miller song, “My Favorite Part” with these words: You walk around so clueless to it all. Like nobody gonna break your heart. It'll be alright babe, see, me, I got you covered. I'm gon' be your lover, you might be the one.

So the line in the paragraph about queenpin Teresa walking around like nobody was going to break her heart is a reference to that. There’s also a line in the song that goes, The universe couldn’t keep us apart--why would it even try? Very soulmate-y but different in that for Jeresa it is because of the universe they are soulmates.

But nothing moved Teresa. She didn’t let up. She wasn’t going to confess to using, since she was going out of her way to hide it. She didn’t own up to the responsibility of being targeted and putting them all in danger unnecessarily because she had to have Europe.

The first line of this paragraph is sort of a reference to the album Still Nothing Moves You by Ceremony.

Teresa was screaming, to feel the pressure in her throat, to drown out the noise in her head, when she took to the neatly pressed blazers along the back of the closet. She ripped as many off the hangers as would go, letting the different shades of white pool at her feet on the carpet. The jewelry station was next—earrings, necklaces, and rings ripping into her hands before she decided there were too many for a few handfuls, picking up the entire velvet drawer insert tray and dumping it to the side, fully enraged.

When she swung her arm around, Teresa caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length three-way mirror. Her breath caught in her throat. She saw herself, and there, over her shoulder, was herself—the girl from Culiacán.

“You forgot the most important thing is survival. You have to get out of here,” the girl pleaded. “You have to go. Run.”

So, uh, I changed a lot from canon. In 5x07, the scene cuts soon after Teresa yells “Fuuuuuuuuuck!” and throws her phone. In the next scene of Teresa, she’s in the sitting area of her room doing coke, and when she looks up at the mirror across from her, that’s when she seems old Teresa in flannel. 

I had this scene planned out in my head before 5x07 aired and I always thought, when Teresa found out Boaz killed George, she would react violently and destroy her closet. So here in the story, Teresa is still inside her closet when old Teresa shows up.

“I’m not leaving without them,” Teresa told off the girl standing behind her in the too big flannel.

A reply never came but when Teresa looked back in the mirror, the girl was still standing there with terror in her eyes.

“I’m not leaving,” Teresa vowed.

The girl watched her. Teresa closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. It was the cocaine talking, the two big hits she’d taken while already upset. She knew that. But the girl remained, watching Teresa in silence.

In 5x07, Teresa has this conversation with Avi. But if she’s shut herself in her closet, then this conversation becomes a face-off with her former self. I think I like that better, actually. 

It also eliminates the whole exchange with Avi saying James ordered for the plane to be ready and that Teresa should get out of the country immediately. After everything they’ve been through I don’t buy that James would take it upon himself to make that decision for her, regardless of how worried and protective he is. Sorry not sorry, canon, but that just doesn’t make sense for these characters.

Teresa wasn’t sure if she sat there for minutes or hours. She paid no attention to how much light was streaming in through the window. In silence, the tears flowed and brought her back down to earth. She only knew a significant amount of time had passed when the white noise stopped ringing in her ears and a familiar burning feeling took hold in her chest.

That was the universe’s doing. It meant James was back.

She heard indistinct chatter from outside the closet in the main room. She listened closer. There was James’ gravelly voice, then a pause, followed by Pote, low and gruff. They exchanged words and then came a third voice, higher in pitch with a familiar Texas Southern drawl—Kelly Anne.

Teresa sighed. They were back. She’d never been so thankful for the hurt in her chest.

More changes to canon. James gets to Kelly Anne and Pote before Boaz and makes sure they get back to the safe house.

Here’s the thing. I hate the whole kidnapping plot of 5x08 and think it’s unnecessary. Much of the episode is spent on Pote grunting and yelling nonsensically, making lame threats. And what happens? Pote doesn’t save the day. Kelly Anne saves herself. I haven’t even mentioned the fact that Teresa calls Boaz and tells him she’ll give him the business (and she was not bluffing, by the way) as long as he lets Kelly Anne go. 

Omg. The action of 5x08 is fine. We get to see James in green. But the actual story...the plot of it...what the fuck is the point? The majority of the episode is wasted on Kote (the season is pretty much #Kote of the South at this point) when really it should focus on Teresa, and on the Castel/Devon/Kostya stuff. 

So yeah. I said hell no, unlike canon I refuse to let Kote take over in my story. The queenpin storyline gets abandoned completely in canon with no proper resolution for how Teresa gets back to herself. It’s like she goes from the queenpin, caring about nothing but the business, then suddenly remembers her true personality and is the old Teresa again.

And for what? All because of the kidnapping plot? No. Just no. I couldn’t do it.

Eliminating the KA’s kidnapping doesn’t eliminate the Boaz problem or the Kostya problem or the Devon problem. So I axed it.

She’d said the same less than a week ago in Berlin, looking over the city skyline. But this time it had no bite and sting.

There’s a song by Defeater called “The Bite and Sting” and the phrase in the second sentence above comes from that title. If for whatever reason you decide to listen to it, there’s a line in the song that goes We ain’t seen no Germans for days, because Defeater’s music is conceptual and tells interrelated stories over the span of their albums. The EP that “The Bite and Sting” is on, Lost Ground, is about a black WWII veteran. The song is about being in the war and that’s why the line I mentioned is there. Kind of ironic, because I was not thinking about the fact that Teresa said to James “say it” while they were in Germany.

Anyway, that was a longwinded explanation just to say: the context of the reference and the way the phrase is used in the sentence are not related.

Self-preservation had always been key for James’ survival, and over and over he threw it away for her. So his words hurt because they were honest, because they pointed out the mistakes she’d made when it came to him. But Teresa admired James for standing up for himself and showing his backbone. He was there for her—they were in this together—but he wouldn’t allow himself to be used. She had to prove herself, to somehow make amends. And she loved him for it, to be given the opportunity.

Because beyond striking the balance with herself, Teresa knew that if she wanted the pure love only soulmates who were lucky enough to find each other and chose to be together could have—not just tough love—then the days of shutting James out had to come to an end as well.

In the notes for Good Luck/Bad Days (a completely separate and unrelated story) I mentioned that one of the songs I ended up referencing, “Pure Love” by Hayley Williams was actually meant to be used in this story. I think pieces of the song fit better lyrically in Good Luck/Bad Days, but conceptually (are those different? I feel like they are different) it fits better here. So. That’s where the chapter title comes from.

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Top 10 Females from my Fandoms

This is all my opinion. It’s also from the fandoms I’m in (which are pretty popular). Your opinion of course will be different from mine. But I like sharing what I think and I like hearing your opinion, too. Also we’re doing ladies first because why not. Also I’m not good at explaining my opinion. So without further ado, here’s my top 10 females. Spoilers!

10. Meg (Supernatural) Meg is definitely my favorite female character from Supernatural. She’s a villain turned anti-hero. Also a demon. And being a recurring demon in Supernatural is a quick way to earn a spot in my favorite characters list. Apologies for Ruby for not making the cut though. Anyway, Meg is tough as hell (no pun intended). She starts by working for her dad, but that’s she’s not working for her dad because she’s a daddy’s girl. She works for her dad so she can get this apocalypse started. Her real loyalties lay with Lucifer. So when Lucifer was sent back to hell, she became a lone wolf. Season 6-8 Meg is my favorite, when she’s a lone wolf against Crowley. And I think the Winchesters have always been a little intimidated by Meg. Only 5′6″ to their 7′ but still has got fire. 

9. Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel (MCU) I couldn’t just leave out the first woman to ever get a solo movie in the MCU. It was a long time waiting, but we still got it. I was pondering for a while between Natasha and Carol. I decided to go with Carol really just because I’m so excited for Phase 4 of the MCU. I’m the kind of girl that looks ahead. Captain Marvel is for sure one of my favorite solo movies in the MCU. Carol was a air force pilot from the 90′s who was told all her life that she couldn’t become a pilot. Like you see in the trailer, she picks herself back up time after time. And then she loses her memory, but she doesn’t lose that fighting spirit. She just has superpowers from the space stone. She knows her rights and her wrongs better than most people. It’s what makes her an amazing superhero. And she literally destroyed a huge spaceship in Endgame. I can’t wait to see what Brie Larson has in store for us because she is not done for sure.

8. Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter) I know there’s a lot of controversy with the Harry Potter fandom right now, but I just can’t help but place Luna on this list. She’s an amazing character. As a fellow Ravenclaw, she really showed us what Ravenclaw was all about: wisdom and having an open mind. She knows her spells, too, and does her homework (I think). I think more people would expect Hermione on the list, but she didn’t resonate with me the way Luna did. She’s bullied for thinking differently, which really resonated with me. But she’s got her close friends and that’s all that really matters to her. She was the first character I saw myself in, even if she’s just thinks differently than I do.

7. Eleven (Stranger Things) I really did not want to put Eleven this low. But I really just couldn’t put her higher because the girls above her are just better. However, Eleven is awesome. Truly awesome. We gotta respect the only character in Stranger Things that has superpowers. Nothing holds Eleven down. She escapes from a crazy laboratory and finds her new friends who she will literally do anything to protect. And she was messed up in that lab. But she still knows good from evil. She knew that her friends were not going to screw her over. And when she thought they were going to screw her, she kinda just said no. Like okay. She’s brave and kind and badass and everything I want in a superhero. I she’s a little intimidated by the world around her, but I would have run right back to what I knew if I were her. I think her bravery really shone in the third season. I’m sad about what’s happening to her powers, but I think they’ll find a way to get them back. Even if they don’t, I think Eleven will still prove to be everything she is without them. And just look at her. She’s just so cute. 

6. Hazel Levesque (Riordanverse) I told you this was my list and I think Hazel deserves a spot. I mean, the youngest person on the Argo II, daughter of Pluto, can control the Mist and all the jewels in the earth, and tamed an untameable immortal horse. What more do you want? Yes, yes. I love Annabeth, but I really resonated with Hazel more, mostly because she just seems sweeter than Annabeth. I’m a sweet and shy person. And I love horses. And the 40′s. Speaking of which, a POC in the 40′s in Louisiana? If I ever make a top 10 POC characters, we’ll brush up on that. Anyway, let’s talk about when she died. Did I mention she died? She gave up an eternity of happiness so her mother (who was not good to Hazel) wouldn’t have an eternity of misery. Gotta thank Nico, though, for bringing one of my faves back to life. But when Nico was in trouble, there was nothing that Hazel wouldn’t do to help her brother. And when Hazel learned how to control the Mist in couple of weeks? What a display of power. She’s had a hard life, but she’s come out stronger because of it. 

5. Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games) What? Why is Katniss so low? Mostly because it’s been a while since I’ve read the Hunger Games. I never even finished it. I stopped halfway through Mockingjay. I really like Katniss, though. She’s never had a lot. Let’s just start with the obvious that she takes on the Capital. Like you’re taking on the government? Okay go off. Of course, it’s not for no reason. They’re slaughtering everyone. But let’s just talk about when she’s in the Hunger Games the first time. I don’t think I could start to go into detail about everything that Katniss has done. She’s a badass in summary. She took on people that train for the event. She dropped a... what are they called? *googles hunger games bees* Tracker jackers! She dropped a nest full of tracker jackers on to those stuck-up kids. And Rue. Rue helped. Rue’s the best. She’s not on the list, but still. I love Rue and Katniss’ friendship, even if didn’t last. I’m sorry Rue you had to die if Katniss was to win. Anyway, Peeta got her in sort of a weird romance, but I think Katniss saved Peeta more times than Peeta saved Katniss. I love gender role reversals. Also I’m such a sucker for girls who can shoot a bow.  So, yeah, Katniss gets her spot which is very well earned. 

4. Vanya Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) The second season recently came out so she’s fresh in my mind. The most powerful sibling in the Academy uses sound to harness energy. And does she do it in style. Yeah, she kind of causes the apocalypse, but that’s not her fault. It’s Luther’s. And Reginald's. Vanya had a rough childhood. She was told all her life that she was ordinary in a house where there where only the extraordinary.  But she powered through it. And wrote a book as revenge. Like Five said, that took guts. She’s such a complicated character. She’s shy and kind. But don’t make her mad. She might stab you. I really couldn’t believe how hard I cheered when she killed Harold. Like it was bad. Also she blew up the moon. Do you want more? She’s dating a farm frau. If I ever make a top 10 canon couples, that’s going on the list. You know, if you can’t go straight, go gay. Also she’s a human bomb. I’m a sucker for human bombs. And memes. 

3. Morgana Pendragon (Merlin) I really love good girls turned bad. I was a little worried that Morgana was just going to be Merlin’s love interest in season 1. But man was I wrong. Going from a ward with bad dreams to a witch determined to be queen. I was actually kind of rooting for her. But that just could be because Katie is a phenomenal actress. But anyway, Morgana really has issues, which is why she’s top 3. Also the fact that she didn’t have a girlfriend, so disappointing. But she’s a villain, and villains don’t have lovers. Or they’re not supposed to in my book. Also she can go toe to toe with Merlin, who is supposed to be one of the best sorcerers of all time. What a show of power. 

2. Regina Mills (Once Upon a Time) My favorite redemption arc. From good to evil and back to good. Honestly one of my favorite characters to watch. And Lana just does such a good job with it. Do you see the trend that I have with my favorite characters? Tragic background is the base requirement. Magical badass gives you an improvement in the list. But Regina has had a horrible life. The fact that she is classified as a villain is heartbreaking sometimes. But she did kill a ton of people so she’s definitely a villain in the storybooks. And that sass. Only Regina could pull off that sass. But I think the fact that she tries to be good when it is not in her nature, I think that speaks volumes. 

1. Kara Danvers / Supergirl (Supergirl) I feel like people just got thrown for a loop. It’s like wait a minute. Didn’t you just say that your favorite kind of character is a “magical badass with a tragic background?” Um maybe. But Kara has her own tragedies. She just doesn’t show it. She lost her parents when she was 12. Not just her parents, but almost her whole family and all of her home. But she learned to have a new home on Earth. But she manages to figure out how to save the world with all of these conflicts in her life. Shoutout to Alex for being an awesome sister. And she has a great social life, something I aspire to have. I’m so upset that the show is ending after season 6. I love Kara so much. Kara is the most amazing woman in the Arrowverse so I’m so sorry to see her go. 

[kpop-zone]

Pieces | Sana

Genre: angst, fluff?

Wordcount: 2053

Request: can i request a sanaxfem!reader scenario hs au in which sana’s the popular girl who’s embarrassed of her relationship with the reader so she hides it and she pretends to like one of the boys so reader breaks up with her and she stars dating the boy but she’s deeply in love with the reader?

It was unfair. When you thought about it in hindsight, you didn’t even have a chance. Sana was pretty, smart and incredibly funny. Of course, you had to fall for her, just like everybody else in school. Everyone loved her. She was the cheerleading captain, boys drooled over her and girls wanted to be her. The only question that remained, though, was why she had fallen for you.

It started when your teacher had asked you to tutor her in math. She desperately needed to pull up her grade in order to stay the cheerleading captain. You thought that she would be arrogant and hard to tutor, but you were proven wrong. She was sweet and incredibly grateful that you were willing to help her, bringing you small gifts every lesson. And so your downfall began.

You were helpless against her flirting and she was merciless. She would just bluntly tell you, how pretty she thought you were and would just randomly hold your hand. You were so caught up in her maze that you didn’t see one big, red flag. She only behaved that way when it was just the two of you alone in the library. Whenever she saw you outside your lessons in the hallway, you were like air to her. Not even worthy a glance. You were taken aback but used to it.

You were never one of the popular kids. That’s why you were so excited when Sana asked you to meet up outside of school. You started to meet once a week, but eventually you saw each other almost every day. But you would never stroll around town or visit popular spots. It was mostly in the shelter of one of your homes. Sometimes Sana would take you to her favorite spot. It was a beautiful pond in the forest that hardly anyone knew of. You sat there for hours talking about your plans for the future. And although it wasn’t a date in a fancy café downtown, you didn’t care. As long as you were with Sana, your world was complete.

So when she asked you to be her girlfriend after a month, you were more than ecstatic and accepted, thinking that if she were officially yours, things would change. But now 6 months later, you still played the same game. Sana and you never held hands in public. Actually, you never even walked side by side, because Sana still ignored you whenever you were at school. At home, however, she would cook for you. Let you choose the movie. Let you snuggle into her embrace and whisper compliments into your ear. You started to get a whiplash from all her hot and cold. But whenever you tried to talk about it with her, she somehow managed to dodge the talk and say things like,

“This relationship is between you and me. Why should others take part in it?”

A sweet smile would be on her lips and you would be satisfied with her answer.

Now, you started to regret your naivety. You were standing at your locker, eyes fixed on your girlfriend who was obviously flirting with the football team captain Chan. She leaned against her locker, playing with the hem of his jacket, while giving him puppy dog eyes. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Ignoring you was one thing, but flirting with someone else right before your eyes? Maybe you should have realized earlier, how upset you really were by Sana’s behavior, because right now all your bottled-up anger made its way to the surface.

If looks could kill, the football team wouldn’t have a captain the rest of the season. You slammed your locker shut, fed up from observing the play in front of you any longer. In the corner of your eye, you could see that your reaction caught the attention of your girlfriend who stepped back from Chan and followed you with her eyes while you were going your way. You wanted her to chase behind you.

But of course, she didn’t.

Instead, you were sitting alone in the schoolyard, deciding that it had no sense to hold on to something that wasn’t even real. When you came home that day, you prepared mentally for the talk that was about to come. You knew that Sana wouldn’t let you go that easily, but you needed to let her go. This wasn’t healthy.

A few hours later, you heard the doorbell ring and opened the door wordlessly, immediately going back to your room. Sana followed you like a lamb to the slaughter, sitting down on your bed with a guilty look on her face. She knew that she was in trouble, but she didn’t expect your next words.

“It’s over, Sana.”

Her head snapped up and shock was visible in her eyes.

“W...What do you mean?”

She stuttered, panic starting to lace her voice.

“Our relationship, or whatever this is. I’m tired of it. I don’t want to be your puppet anymore.”

For a moment, Sana fell silent, before leaping to her feet and making her way over to you.

“Y/N. You’re not my puppet. You’re my girlfriend and I l...”

“Save your words. You are not going to sweet-talk yourself out of this.”

You interrupted her harshly. You might have been naïve, but you weren’t an idiot. You only fell for the same trap so often before you realized your mistake.

“Please, Y/N. Listen to...”

“No! I want you out of here. And out of my life!”

You were beginning to get upset. Sana had never seen you this way, taking a back step in surprise. She was about to speak up again, but you gestured her to save it and leave the room. She was clearly torn but decided that she had hurt you enough and left you alone.

Once you heard the door close downstairs, you broke down. Sobs were leaving your throat loudly and tears stained your shirt and the floor. You might have managed to let Sana go, but she definitely took your heart with her.

You spent the weekend in your bed, only leaving it to get some unhealthy food and to change from your pajamas into your sweats and back again. One TV show after the other just became background noise to your own thoughts. You were thinking about everything you had experienced with Sana. As much as you wanted to regret everything and delete it from your memories, you couldn’t. Of course, your relationship was flawed, maybe wrong from the start, but the way Sana treated you whenever you were alone, had been the purest form of love you had ever experienced. You refused to believe that everything was fake.

Your faith in Sana’s love would be put to the test, though. When you came back to school after the weekend, you could feel turmoil in the air. Students were whispering everywhere and you began to become curious. When you were standing at your locker, you overheard some cheerleaders gossiping next to you.

“Have you heard that she hooked up with him?”

“Oh my god, no way.”

“Why are you so surprised? It was clear that Sana and Chan would end up together?”

Sana? Your stomach turned at the mentioning of her name. Is that what you meant to her? How could she have been able to hook up with another person, while you were crying in your bed? Tears were making their way into your eyes and you needed some air. You abruptly turned around, just to run into another person. It was Chan. And in his hand, he was tightly clutching Sana’s. You searched for her eyes in disbelief, the tears now spilling freely. She looked at you with regret, opening and closing her mouth, but no words actually left it.

“Watch it, loser.”

Chan’s words were the last ones you heard, before you ran out the building. You knew that you had classes that you should attend, but you just couldn’t think rational right know. You ran with no clear destination in mind until you finally found yourself at the pond, Sana had always taken you. You sat down on the waterfront, hugging your own legs and letting your tears stream freely.

You didn´t know how long you stayed that way and only moved when a hand suddenly touched your shoulder, making you jump in surprise. When you turned around, you could hardly make out Sana behind your blur of tears. Seeing your state, she was quick to wrap her arms around you. Your desperation getting the best of you, you buried your head into her shoulder, clinging to her shirt, in need to hold on to something in order to not lose your mind.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

Sana repeated over and over again, tears leaving her eyes now as well. The both of you sat there in the comfort of the one breaking the others heart until there were no tears left to cry. You pulled back to look Sana into her eyes,

“What are you doing here Sana?”

You asked defeated, not knowing who the girl in front of you actually was. How could she be so loving one minute and hook up with a stranger the other?

“I knew you would be here.”

She said silently, avoiding your gaze.

“So suddenly you care about me?”

You spat out, the endless hot and cold leaving you frustrated.

“I always cared about you, Y/N. And I’m sorry that I didn’t always show it.”

Sana answered, reaching for your face with her hand, but retrieving from touching you, when she remembered that she broke your heart.

“Just tell me how. How could you be over me so soon? Was it all fake?”

You asked desperately. You needed to know whether you were the only one left heartbroken.

“Of course not.”

Sana answered immediately, desperation now also visible in her face.

“Please, Y/N. Curse me. Do whatever you want. But please believe me that I love you. I always have. And the only reason, I hooked up with Chan was, because I felt so empty after you told me to leave. I hated myself for hurting you, so I drank, and I just wanted to feel anything, but that void you left. Although you let me go, you still have my heart.”

Sana’s words were spilling out her mouth, tumbling over each other. When you looked at her, you could recognize the same look that you had in your eyes. She was broken. Just like you.

“Please. I’m going to be better. I will not hide our relationship anymore. I will shout it from the rooftop if you want. Can we just please continue from where we were before all of this happened?”

She was looking pleadingly into your eyes. You could see that she meant it.

“No.”

You answered shortly, making Sana’s head fall to her chest in defeat.

“Our relationship had been wrong from the start. We shouldn’t have pretended that we were fine. The fact that you hid our relationship must have had a reason. But I was too caught up in everything to realize. We both made mistakes. I don’t want us to continue this toxic relationship, but we can start over if you’re willing to.”

Sana couldn’t believe what she had just heard, snapping her head up, ready to tackle you into an embrace, but you held your finger up.

“Under one condition.”

You warned.

“Anything.”

Sana answered excitedly, just wanting to leave this black chapter behind.

“We have to do better this time. I don’t doubt your love for me. But we have to communicate better. No secrets from now on. Neither in our relationship, nor for everyone else.”

You set your conditions, earning several nods from Sana.

“I promise.”

She smiled, but you could see hesitation in her eyes.

“Can I kiss you now?”

She asked sheepishly, scratching her neck. As soon as you nodded, she tackled you to the ground, capturing your bottom lip with her lips. You wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her as close as you could.

Maybe the both of you were broken. But if you put your pieces together, maybe you could be complete again.

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

Darkstache Week Day Seven: Ordinary People

Days: 1, 2 , 3, 4 , 5, 6, 7

At last, the final prompt of the wonderful event hosted by @projectdarkstache! Thank you so much for encouraging everyone to create such fantastic pieces and I hope all the works can be cherished by their creators! You’ve all done fantastic!

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After years of causing chaos and trouble as the Actor, Mark uses his new freedom to bring the fictional world he ruled back to the modern real world. But what about Dark and Wilford?

Word Count: 2,437

(while not necessarily a warning, this does contain sympathetic!Actor becoming Youtuber!Mark in the timeline my stories are written in.)

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If he was asked, Mark would admit he had no idea when he felt like ‘himself’ again. It had been decades since the troubled actor’s heart was shattered, the will to live had vanished, and the ability to die eluded him. His broken soul was utterly consumed by the terrors of the Manor’s arcanic past until he became a god-like figure in a world of his own creation. Former friends were moulded and reshaped into characters to suit his schemes. Poor, innocent souls over the decades were pulled into the cat-and-mouse plot to populate the worlds. Drama and chaos were on the regular schedule, and how the Actor thrived!

But now… Peace. And Mark was baffled by it.

He remembered standing at the edge of the city, watching the sun rise like he had never seen the day before. In all the years of darkness and being pulled like a puppet by unseen forces, maybe that was the truth. A new life, a new start. The ‘performances’ he had been part of were failed attempts to gain control over a world that had torn him to pieces and tossed him in the trash. All they achieved was pain and suffering. As he recognised this and wanted to do good, the world he had mastery over was fading and merging with the real world - the one he had left behind. With new independence, he was losing grip over whatever powers he had before. No more would he be able to cheat death or restart time. This was it, the final ‘act’. He didn’t feel sorry for himself. Mark was finally ready to break free from the puppet strings and start over… But there were two in particular he needed to apologise to. Trying to face Dark or Wilford now would result in mockery or gunfire (or both). However, from his spot on the hill, he could see a new opportunity. He could reverse the crimes that were cast. Let them and all their old friends live the lives they were meant to in this new, modern world.

Mark opened his arms wide as the light of the morning sun hit his weary body.  At last, the game was up. He could set everything right.

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“Ah, there’s the man of the hour, Damien himself!” A familiar voice sang as he entered the office with his usual dramatic flair. 

“It’s ‘Mayor Brooks’ while you are here, Mark. But it is good to see you.” Damien countered, playfully rolling his eyes. Even if Mark was a big internet celebrity, he made it his mission to check in regularly on Damien. It was a nice relief, even if the pair were trying to regain grounds on their friendship. Mark had dated his twin sister in university, but the manner in which the pair broke up was so dramatic, it caused a rift between the two young men. At least a friendship from childhood was not one that could be broken forever. He saved the document he was typing and closed the laptop. “If you are here, can I assume there is some great problem going on in your world?”

“Oh, no no. All good on my end!” Mark slumped onto the sofa to the side of the office with a laugh. “I recorded one huge game over the weekend and scored myself some free time. What better way to spend it than with my favourite politician?”

“As much as I appreciate the compliment, I would gather that your other friends are busy and you don’t have anyone else to turn to.” However blunt the statement might be, there was a smile on Damien’s face as he fell back onto the free half of the couch. Mark responded with a loud gasp and a hand on his chest, which only prompted Damien to lightly push him.

“How dare you! I’ll have you know I came here to see if you wanted to grab a coffee with me. I found ten bucks in my pants pocket this morning and I wanna splash out. Come on, Dames! Doesn’t your favourite coffee place have the best pumpkin spiced latte on this side of the city?”

“Mark, it’s May. They aren’t going to make that for you.” Now it was Damien’s turn to be pushed as Mark waved the ten dollar bill in his face.

“I think you’ll find myself and mister Alexander Hamilton will disagree with tha- HEY!” Letting his guard down was a mistake, as Damien took the chance to snatch the money out of his hand and jump onto his feet. “You crooked politician! Stealing the money of an innocent, hard-working man like me!”

Damien fetched his coat with a chuckle. “For someone who wants coffee, you don’t seem very keen in moving for it.” It worked, and a childishly offended Mark pulled himself off the couch. The money was returned to Mark as the pair exited the office. Damien did need a break, he decided as he locked the door after him.

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Mark was an interesting man. He could act loud and brash, but it was only a mask that hid a soul that seemed older than thirty. Damien used to joke that Mark might be an old man stuck in a young body. The walk to the coffee shop took the usual diversion through a nearby park so they could swap stories and chat without the rush of the world shoving them forward. Mark and his content creator friends were busy working on a variety of projects, and he himself admitted he was feeling happier in himself than he had been in recent years. Likewise, Damien had been working on completing some important jobs around the city and trying to get some new schemes underway.  It was busy, but rewarding. In times like this, neither had to play the part cast for them by society. They could be themselves, just like old times. It meant that Damien was more relaxed and jovial by the time they reached their destination.

The coffee shop had the familiar busy hum to it as the pair entered. Since Damien was a regular, there was never any fanfare of the mayor visiting their business. Mark’s ‘perfect’ disguise of a worn baseball cap and his glasses seemed to do the job of keeping a low profile. Surprisingly, the barista did indeed agree to make a pumpkin spiced latte for Mark, as well as Damien’s regular order. Both drinks and two large muffins were covered by the ten dollar bill, much to Mark’s delight. For now, they simply had to wait for their drinks.

“- And still no sign of a special someone?” It was a question Mark frequently asked. Damien seemed content to be ‘married’ to his work, but Mark would argue that the companionship would make the heavy workload more bearable. They both knew it was true, but Damien was a stubborn man. He was too proud to deal with blind dates, and seemed insistent on waiting for ‘the right person’. Instead, Damien countered with a question about Amy and how she and the two dogs were doing. A simple diversion, but a wholesome one, as Mark could share silly moments and photos on his phone, and Damien could enjoy the tales. How could he not be happy for his friend? It seemed like things were finally looking up for him.

At that, Mark’s drink and the muffins were ready, but there was no sign of Damien’s drink. He insisted Mark go fetch a table while Damien continued waiting. Several long minutes passed as people who ordered similar drinks received theirs, and Damien was tempted to ask one of the staff about his drink. Just as he was about to, the door slammed open as a man stumbled in.

“Geez, man! Could you not break that door, please?” The manager shouted at the stranger, who hurried over and apologised profusely while ordering his ‘usual’ summer iced drink and telling a story about a kid outside throwing ice-cream at him. Damien pulled out his phone to try and look busy, but his eyes strayed from the screen and darted to the man.

The stranger was a head taller than Damien and had a broad build that was emphasised by the fitted white t-shirt and jogging pants he was wearing. His black, curly hair looked somewhat erratic, while the large, bushy moustache reminded Damien of the chief of police from a TV show he loved. Facial hair of that style wasn’t in season anymore - not to mention this wasn’t as eloquently groomed as other moustaches would have been - so it was likely something important to the man. His face was framed by a sturdy jawline, which gave a somewhat intimidating air. But his eyes… Were looking in Damien’s direction. Oops.

The Mayor gulped and returned his attention to his phone.

“It’s rude to stare, you know.” Damien jumped at the sudden voice and presence beside him. The stranger had stepped closer without him realising it. “Is something wrong? Did that kid get ice-cream on my shirt?”

“No, your shirt is fine.” Damien responded quickly, intending to leave it at that. But the stranger stayed firm, bringing a sigh out of the politician. “I’m sorry. I know it’s rude to stare. I thought I recognised you, that’s all.” 

“And do you?” The stranger sounded genuinely curious. That was enough to prompt Damien to lock and pocket his phone.

“I’m not sure. I feel like I do, and I wouldn’t forget a moustache like that, but I can’t place anything… Even if it feels like it’s on the tip of my tongue.” Realising how odd that sounded, his shoulders slumped in resignation. “I’m sorry, this all sounds rather bizarre from a complete stranger -”

“No!” Both men were taken aback at the stranger’s interruption. “Er, no. Sorry. It doesn’t sound weird. I feel the same. I feel like I know you -”

“I’m the Mayor. That’s hardly a surprise.”

“- yeah, but like I know know you, you know?” The stranger shook his head, curls bouncing with a nervous chuckle. “I think this is a sign. Maybe we ought to get to know each other properly, just in case we met in a dream.” A large hand was offered to Damien. “The name’s William Barnum, but friends can call me -”

“The Colonel.” Damien finished. Confusion was mirrored on both faces.

“How did you -”

“I don’t know?” No matter how he tried to place a specific memory with the phrase, nothing came to mind. Instead, he pushed it aside. “My name is Damien Brooks. Despite the rather odd circumstances, it is a pleasure to meet you.” The large hand was taken, and they gave a firm shake.

Immediately, a memory crossed Damien’s mind. This man had pink in his hair. His own hands were gray. Mark had a shadowed, wicked grin on his face. But as soon as it came, it vanished, like trying to recall a fading dream. 

“Hey, Damien?” William’s dark eyes had drifted aside as he tried to encourage the words to come to him. “Do you want to go out for lunch this week?” A simple question made Damien’s heart skip a beat as an all-too familiar sensation of butterflies in his stomach manifested.

“Are - are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah… Is that too forward? I feel like it’s the right thing to do. You’re very handsome.” 

Strange. Why did Damien feel like William had complimented him like that a hundred times before? Stranger still, why did it make him feel so happy to hear the nervous rambling? He reluctantly pulled his hand away so he could snatch a napkin from the counter and the pen in his pocket. A phone number was hastily scribbled on it, before it was scratched out and written neater. Just in case, his name was noted underneath.

“Here. Text me later. If you’re free, we could always… Go for dinner?” It also felt like the right thing to do, like it was a regular event. William seemed to agree, as his face lit up. Upon receiving the napkin, it was treated like something sacred by William, who carefully folded and placed in his wallet.

“Yeah! That’d be - I’d really like that - Bully.” That exclamation of relief shouldn’t bring a familiar tugging of heartstrings to Damien, but it did. Only that he was with Mark (and that he has a job to return to), Damien would have gladly gone wherever William was going. 

Both names were called as the drinks were finally ready. Each one was lifted, and the pair gave their parting words and a promise to arrange something as soon as William returned home. But just as Damien was about to turn and walk to the table, William leaned down enough to kiss him on the cheek, hurrying off before anything else could happen. All Damien could do was watch the larger man disappear with a wistful smile before turning to find Mark at the table.

“You’re putting the local tomatoes to shame. You okay?” Mark asked, innocently sipping his latte. It was still mostly full. The drink itself looked hot. How long had that moment actually lasted?

“I’ve got a date tonight.” Damien was so embarrassed after blurting his answer, he didn’t notice how Mark’s surprise was an act. “I started talking to a guy up at the counter and - well, we’re meeting for dinner.”

“I’m so happy for you, man. Look at you, getting out there and being ambitious! I’m sure he’ll be a great guy!” Mark grinned, letting the topic drop so the Mayor could get his head around the ‘unexpected’ event. 

While they were talking after the drinks were finished, a text arrived on Damien’s phone. Mark noticed there was a number rather than a name, but it brought a smile to Damien’s face. The Youtuber waved his hand and insisted Damien needed to ‘urgently’ answer it. As the Mayor did so, Mark noticed how the shadow that was always looming over Damien finally dissipated. At last, the malicious claws from a lifetime ago were gone, and with that, Mark’s own powers.

But what did the loss of powers matter when he was able to use them to help Dark and Wilford start a new relationship together? They could live as normal, ordinary people, just like Dark had always vowed when confronting the Actor. Today: the Actor was dead, Mark was alive, and the curse holding them all down had been broken for good.

Now, if only Celine would talk to him so they could become friends again...

[immortalcockroach]

Hi I love your writing. If you are open to fic requests then can I please request a bellarke fic- Octavia disappears and Instead of a team decision, Bellamy wants to strategize with Clarke alone like they did in the past, leaving the skaikru feeling both left out and nostalgic. Or even after events of season 6 Clarke is still feeling left out by the others and this time Bellamy openly supports and defends her. Honestly would love any bellarke fic by you. Thank you!

thank you so much dear anon ♡ sorry this isn’t EXACTLY what you asked for but!! i might be writing a follow-up fic which addresses the skaikru’s reception of bellamy’s absolute trust in clarke (and more on clarke’s own post-s6 mental state)

I’M NOT FINE, I’M CAUGHT BETWEEN THE LINES THAT I DON’T SEE

summary:  Is there a way to win? Is it a pointless game, and they lose the moment they decide to play? Wouldn’t it be easier to fall back, be a pawn, at mercy of others’ will?

  ‘I couldn’t save her,’ he whimpers. His lips touch her warm skin, and it’s wet with his tears. ‘I couldn’t save anyone.’

  He shatters, but she doesn’t let him scatter the pieces.

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or, bellamy seeks clarke's comfort when octavia disappears.

pairing: Bellamy x Clarke

words: ~4,600

read on AO3

Bellamy’s world has shattered.

  He is walking to Sanctum, Echo and Gabriel following his trail carrying the unconscious mystery girl on a makeshift stretcher. Bellamy tried doing it, but his hands gave in.

  He apologized, only it didn’t mean much. Echo tried talking to him yet he couldn’t hear a thing. He felt her cold fingers on his cheek, as if through a glass layer. All he could hear was the chipper of crickets, birds chirping, the forest living on as if everything was still the same.

  He screamed her name into the empty air, to no avail. There was no one to hear it.

  ‘She’s gone,’ Gabriel said.

  Bellamy didn’t know if that meant missing or dead. He didn’t want to ask.

  ‘We’re going back to Sanctum, now,’ he instructed, moments after the meaning of Gabriel’s words had dawned on him. ‘I need to talk to someone.’

  Again, Echo called his name, but he couldn’t. Eventually, she fell quiet, and they walked in silence.

  They have been walking in silence for hours now, stopping for a water break every now and then. Bellamy keeps to himself, ahead of the two. His head is spinning a little and there is a buzz within his mind that he can’t get rid of, and the prickling behind his eyes isn’t letting him have peace, either. There’s little left of his nails. He turns at every sound that isn’t a human voice, for nothing to be there.

  He doesn’t call out her name anymore. He knows she isn’t here.

  On the stretcher, the mystery girl is still out cold. Echo suggests they try waking her up again, and Gabriel counters, saying he wants to do it in a more controlled environment. The Old Man gives Bellamy a side-eye.

  It couldn’t have been Bellamy’s fault if he injured her. When he couldn’t find Octavia, he walked back inside and grabbed the girl by the shoulders, shaking her violently in an effort to wake her up. Gabriel and Echo tried stopping him—‘You’re going to cause irreparable damage to her brain, we don’t know what she’s been through!’—yet he didn’t. Not until they physically dragged him away and Gabriel clocked him in the jaw.

  ‘It’s about my sister,’ Bellamy hissed.

  Gabriel held an arm across Bellamy’s chest, pushing him outside the tent. The face of a stoic was only slightly disrupted, his teeth showing and his brows furrowed – eyes stern, but kind, and Bellamy hated that he was calm enough to notice that.

  ‘If you want to find your sister,’ Gabriel said in a low voice, ‘you have to make sure the girl is able to wake up.’

  ‘That’s what I was trying to do!’

  Bellamy pushed the arm off his chest and took a step back. His eyes fell onto the entrance into the tent, but he couldn’t see anything. Echo didn’t come out, to his defense, and he couldn’t help but feel hurt.

  He couldn’t think straight. There was only one thing on his mind.

  Gabriel followed Bellamy’s eyes, and when he looked back at the curly-haired man, his eyes were softer again, brows relaxed. ‘You could’ve killed her, Bellamy. The information she has is too valuable for us to handle the whole thing so carelessly.’

  Bellamy ran a hand through his hair, gripping it when his fingers got tangled in the greasy curls.

  ‘She has my sister.’ His voice broke at the last word.

  Eventually, Gabriel managed to calm him down, and now he’s warning him not to make it messy again. It’s getting dark and they’re back on their way, less than a quarter of an hour away from Sanctum.

  Now that Octavia is gone, Bellamy feels as if his entire world has shifted. They haven’t been able to reach anyone over the comms, meaning that once they arrive at Sanctum, where everyone is still recovering from the battle against the Primes, they will have to deliver the news.

  It’s going to be fun. ‘Hey everyone, we activated the Anomaly, then this psycho appeared out of thin air, mumbled some shit and stabbed Octavia, who then disappeared, and the psycho fell into a coma.’

  Almost, almost, it makes Bellamy crack a smile. The kind that’s more sad, than anything else. He can’t believe how twisted this is, and how it’s been getting worse since the beginning.

  They’re let into Sanctum. Gabriel is the one who talks to the guards. They have questions about the girl and he tells them it’s not their place to ask. Echo says nothing. The guards are off and they’re back on their way, Bellamy six feet ahead.

  He’s way too distressed to pay attention to what’s happening around him. He can feel his heart beating inside his chest, his fingers, his ears, behind his eyes, everywhere. It’s like a constant reminder of time moving, and Octavia being gone for longer, and them not having a clue as to what’s happening. His vision is getting hazy and his breath irregular, but he controls it. He keeps it down. He ignores the fact that his fingers are getting cold.

  He pushes it all down, and instead searches the premises as they approach the heart of Sanctum.

  The place is empty, almost. There are guns and bullet holes and bullet jackets, and blood where dead bodies were. His stomach churns at the sight, and he realises he hasn’t eaten since early this morning.

  Whatever hope he has, he feels it slipping through his fingers.

  ‘Go talk to Eric Jackson,’ he instructs Gabriel, once he gathers enough strength and focus to think clear. ‘He’ll know best how to help out with the…the girl.’

  ‘All right. As soon as there’s any change, you’ll be the first to know.’

  Gabriel nods to Echo, who doesn’t budge. The girl has been put on the ground as they discuss what to do, and it’s kind of a disgusting sight for Bellamy. She doesn’t look like an assassin at all, yet…

  Echo calls for his attention. ‘Don’t make any plans until I’ve joined you guys.’

  She doesn’t understand, he realises, and somehow, he isn’t surprised. He looks at over and he can barely discern her expression in the late evening light, as the suns have begun to set. It’s certainty, almost, but there’s something off about it. Something he can’t place his finger on, but it’s bothering him.

  He shakes his head in response, eyes locked on hers. ‘I’m not going to talk to them. You go with Gabriel, make sure he and Jackson are all set. Wait for me at Raven’s. You can fill them in on what happened.’

  ‘And what are you about to do?’

  ‘There’s someone else I need to talk to first.’

  Echo parts her lips, but before she can say anything, Gabriel tells her they need to get moving before people start asking questions. Bellamy looks away from the two; the image of confusion turning into bitter betrayal in Echo’s eyes is something he can’t deal with at the moment.

  He leaves before they do. If Echo has any questions, concerns, or complaints, she can present them to him at a later date.

  In the heart of Sanctum, his eyes can’t find what they’re looking for. It’s difficult to even concentrate – his legs are moving, arms swinging at a normal pace, breath stable enough to not raise a single concern; yet he can hardly see what’s right in front of him. Instead, he sees blood, and a dagger, and feels the weight of Octavia’s limp body in his empty hands. He hears her gasp and he hears the dagger ripping through the cloth, then the skin, then the muscle—

  Someone whistles not far from him, high-pitched enough to get him out of his daze. Step by step, he makes it to the palace, and knocks on it.

  People died here. He can smell the blood. He can feel the chaos burning, and he knows he should be running as far away from this place as possible. He’s had enough death; enough violence to last him until the end of his days.

  Eyes flutter. There is the white noise, back in his ears, and he feels the weight on his arm resting against the stone wall become heavier.

  If he closes his eyes…maybe he’ll wake up in a better place.

  ‘Bellamy?’

  A better place would be nice.

  ‘Shit, Bellamy, are you okay?’

  Out of nowhere, there are hands on his face, and they’re so warm they feel like safety. His eyes are lazy, and it takes them a while to move, and by the time they find the face in front of him, the person has already begun pulling him into the palace.

  She talks, they walk, he barely stands on his feet. The couch is comfortable and so is the glass of water she brings. He can’t answer one of her many questions; she stops asking them.

  They sit in silence.

  Bellamy’s chest heaves in a slow beat, fingers tingling with tiny needles. Some time passes before he becomes aware of the glass in his hand, or the way the glass feels cold beneath his fingertips. He becomes aware of the soft, brown light coming from candles around him; it’s non-intrusive, almost welcoming. All he can hear is his own heartbeat. It’s deafening.

  He sips on the water and keeps his eyes on his lap. There is nothing on his mind.

  Nothing.

  For the first time in god knows how long.

  There is a feeling of warmth, yet it feels odd; it reminds him of when he was a kid, freezing, and his mom would knit him a sweater and he’d put it on. It’s a feeling too particular to put into words, or let him understand why he’s feeling it right now.

  ‘Feeling better?’

  The voice is raspy, loaded with emotion. Next to him, Clarke is sitting with a hand on his back, rubbing it in circles, slowly. He looks over, because he can’t respond, and he sees her.

  She looks tired. Her hair is tucked behind her ears, messy as it has been for as long as he’s known her. There’s a concerned smile playing in the corners of her lips, but she looks tired. The light makes the bags under her eyes bigger, her skin a sickly pale colour. She doesn’t look okay.

  Neither does he.

  Bellamy shakes his head. The past flashes before his eyes, and for a moment, he backs away. He doesn’t know why he came here. They were at odds not too long before, so many times—

  Her hand falls from his back and she pulls back into her shell, making some space between them on the couch.

  An apology passes over his lips. ‘There’s just... It’s not over, Clarke. We’re not safe.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  Her voice is calm and collected but he can hear the exasperation in it because he feels it, too.

  Bellamy buries his head in his hands. He doesn’t cry–he doesn’t feel like he has the energy to–and he doesn’t say anything, either. Clarke’s presence is too big for him not to be aware of at any moment, and he revels in it. For a moment, he pretends the circumstances are different, and they’re back on Earth, in that forest, and he’s asking her to run away with him. They’re in Arkadia, and he’s writing her name on that list.

  When will the universe stop torturing them?

  ‘What happened?’

  So he tells her. He tells her everything as if it happened to someone else, not him. It’s distanced, it's objective, and it’s emotionless.

  If he will feel anything even a little stronger, he is going to break. He'll break and he’ll shatter and he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to pick himself back up.

  By the end, the tremble of his body is cold to the core of his heart. There’s a great distance between Clarke’s hand and his back, even though they’re touching. The room is big and massive and enormous and he feels small, minuscule, invaluable.

  ‘Bellamy—’

  Who am I if can’t even protect my own sister?

  Clarke pulls him into a hug. He feels her smell, the fresh earthly scent mixed with the otherness of the palace, and he feels her hair, soft against his cheeks, and he feels the warmth of her arms around his torso, and he feels his own breath off her neck, and he feels the room getting back to the normal size, and he feels the tightness around his head and neck and heart and he…he just feels.

  Clarke’s fingers in his hair, tugging gently. She’s going through it with care and affection, and he melts into her. ‘I've got you, Bellamy’ he hears her whisper into the crown of his head. ‘I’ve got you.’

  ‘Who am I if I can’t even protect my own sister?’

  Clarke pulls him closer and he breaks; he shatters.

  Time ceases to exist. He’s a chaos of tears and sobs and cries and he holds on to Clarke for dear life. There are thoughts, too many to count, yet he can’t comprehend a single one. He gets warm, and sweaty, and Clarke takes off his jacket, and she doesn’t let go of him. He cries for what feels like hours, or seconds, or another eternity.

  Bellamy thinks of the Ark, and how he betrayed his mom’s trust, and he lost everything. He thinks of the Earth and all the battles they fought, and how he lost himself more than once, and how it was Clarke who kept him sane. He remembers when he lost Octavia, more than once, and how he somehow managed to get her back – but it wasn’t the same. It kept getting worse and worse, until he thought they were past the point of forgiveness. They’d travelled through space and planets and he kept losing the people he cares about, betraying their trust, hurting them when everything he does feels like a mistake.

  Is there a way to win? Is it a pointless game, and they lose the moment they decide to play? Wouldn’t it be easier to fall back, be a pawn, at mercy of others’ will?

  ‘I couldn’t save her,’ he whimpers. His lips touch her warm skin, and it’s wet with his tears. ‘I couldn’t save anyone.’

  He shatters, but she doesn’t let him scatter the pieces.

  ‘You tried to save everyone,’ Clarke says, quietly. ‘You did what you thought was the best choice. We both did.’

  ‘It wasn’t enough.’

  ‘I know.’ Clarke clears her throat. He feels her shoulders tremble a little. ‘But we did all we could.’

  He understands her words, and it makes him calm down a little. She isn’t sugarcoating things, lulling him into a lie that everything they did was right and that everything will be okay. That isn’t how life works, and he has accepted that many times before.

  They might never get their peace. At this point, he’s questioning if they even deserve it.

  Bellamy gathers enough strength to pick himself up, as best as he can. When they part, his face is smeared in salty tears and the skin beneath his eyes is throbbing a little, same with his temples. His lips are cold, now that the heat of Clarke’s neck against them is gone. He can still feel the stiff material of Clarke’s shirt on his fingertips, and her body underneath it. Rationally, he knows he shouldn’t be holding on to her like this – rationality be damned, buried deep within the confines of his mind.

  His eyes look up, and he finds Clarke gazing into the distance. Her face is illuminated by the candlelight, softening her sharp edges. It gives her a delicate, almost otherworldly glow; an angel of death. He can see her cheeks glistening, mirroring his own, and her lower lip trembles with barely-audible breaths passing over it. He can’t tell if it’s her complexion, or just who she is, but she looks older than the universe, worn out by the burdens she keeps on carrying.

  They are a mirror image of one another.

  ‘When will be able to stop fighting?’

  He doesn’t remember which one of them asks the question. The silence that encompasses the two of them is heavy, loaded with emotion, as it always is – yet Bellamy finds comfort in it.

  He is too worn out for hope; too much time wasted believing the universe could be kind to them. She understands this feeling in a way nobody else does.

  When Bellamy’s hand reaches for hers, he doesn’t question it. It’s warm, small, and fits right into his.

  Clarke inhales, sharply. ‘We’re going to figure out a way to find Octavia. When the girl wakes up, we’ll get some answers. Gabriel’s knowledge about the Anomaly will help. We’ll get her back, one way or another.’

  We’re not going to talk about the big picture, he hears her say in his mind, and he agrees to put it aside – for now.

  She squeezes his hand and he returns the gesture. ‘I know.’

  Neither of them makes false promises. Instead, they start to develop a plan to ensure Octavia’s return, if possible, and further investigation into the Anomaly – because now, it is a threat. They make food as they do this, both of them moving around the kitchen in the basement. Bellamy comes back to life a little, smiling every now and then, and Clarke seems to relax as he does. They work well together – it’s almost as if nothing has changed.

  They’re at the camp again, taking care of the kids from the sky, and they’re working together to ensure their survival.

  Nothing that happened in-between now and then matters. All of the squabbles, fights, none of it. She is still the same person he risked his sister’s life for, when they thought there was no way of Octavia losing the villainous side of her.

  They sit down, for food, each of them having lasagna on their plate. Clarke says she learned the recipe from Josephine’s memories, and it surprisingly doesn’t taste like the devil had a hand in it.

  Not long into having settled down at the table, taking a small break from everything that is going on, Bellamy’s thoughts begin to spiral again.

  ‘What has the lasagna ever done to you?’ The soft smile on the blonde’s face walls when Bellamy doesn’t take his eyes off his plate. ‘What’s wrong?’

  Everything, Bellamy thinks. I’m sitting here, eating lasagna, chatting with Clarke, and Octavia is—

  The fork falls out of his grip. The sound makes both of them flinch, and it’s the thing that gets Bellamy out of his daze. He clears his throat, still looking at the pale brown food in front of him. It looks and tastes delicious, but he’s too many worlds away to be able to enjoy it.

  ‘Everything happens so fast to us,’ he says, quietly. The fork moves around the lasagna, but he doesn’t pick any of it up. ‘From the moment we landed on the ground, back on Earth, things haven’t stopped happening. There’s periods when they slow down, but they never stop. We never get to rest.’

  He thinks she’ll say something, but she doesn’t. Her fork clinks against her plate, too, and the silence that befalls them is a different kind of heavy.

  ‘It’s always fighting. It’s always impossible decisions, people we love getting hurt and then us getting the blame for not doing enough, or doing the wrong thing. No matter what we do, it’s always wrong. It’s always bad. And we can’t—we can’t win. It changes us, the whole thing, but it doesn’t give us time to adapt to what’s happening. We’re never ready for what’s coming. It’s always… I don’t know. I feel like I keep making the wrong choice, every single time.’

  Bellamy swallows the rest of his thoughts because, when he looks at Clarke, he sees her with silent tears rolling down her cheeks and eyes piercing directly into his.

  It’s too much, almost. He opens his mouth to say something but there’s nothing he could say to make things better. The way she feels is the same as him, and he sees it behind the tears and behind the blues – he sees the same agony, the same thoughts that eat him up from the inside.

  It anchors him into the ground.

  ‘There’s never a right choice,’ Clarke says quietly.

  ‘Clarke… I didn’t mean to—’

  ‘No, you’re right.’ She sniffles; runs a hand through her hair, shaking her head.  ‘You’re right. No matter what we do, people get hurt. What’s the alternative?’

  For a heartbeat, Bellamy is silent. ‘I don’t know. I can’t think right now.’

  ‘People trust us, Bellamy. They believe we can help them.’

  ‘But we can’t.’

  ‘Is that what you really think? Do you think there’s someone else who is ready to do whatever it takes to save our people?’

  Hands on the table, Bellamy leans back in his chair. The white noise in his ears is back, and his chest heaves with difficulty, and a sigh escapes him. ‘I’m tired, Clarke. I’m tired of having to be the one to risk losing everything.’

  ‘Do you want peace? Is that it? To live on your own, far away from anything happening, because you’re tired of being the person your people look up to?’

  The answer is instantaneous. ‘Yes.’ She doesn’t even know how right she is – yet deep down, he knows it’s not true. He knows she’s longing for the exact same thing.

  He doesn’t know who he pities more – himself, who is weak and miserable at the idea of his life remaining the same, or Clarke, who is in denial.

  ‘Is that what Octavia would’ve wanted for you?’

  ‘You’ve got no right—’

  ‘No, Bellamy, listen. You’re not a quitter. You’re not someone who can just fall back and let people fight this shit on their own. Yes, we’ve made a few mistakes, a few choices that some can’t forgive us for, but we did it for a reason. Are we here, alive?'

  Not all of us, is what he almost says, but he stops himself at the right moment. Abby is one of those they didn't manage to save.

  'Are we still breathing?’ 

  Clarke gives him a pointed, aching look, and he knows what she means. It was centuries ago when he said it, but it’s a moment ingrained in his memory – and hers, it seems.

  They’re still breathing – there’s still hope.

  Bellamy rises from his chair. ‘I need some air.’

  ‘I’m coming with.’

  ‘Clarke—’

  ‘It’s not up for debate.’ Her voice is stern and he knows this is a battle he can’t win.

  They put the food in the fridge and place all the plates and cutlery into the sink, all in silence. When they get their jackets, they’re silent, too, and they don’t talk once they’re out of the palace, either.

  Bellamy’s chest is heavy. There are a million thoughts going through his head and he is trying to push away the concern for Octavia—all it’s doing is making him nauseous—and put his erratic mind back in place. Soon enough, they are out of the central area, and things get a little quieter. There are crickets chirping, and he can hear the sounds from the woods, and it’s yet another stark reminder of days buried in the past. Clarke is still by his side, as quiet as he is. Their feet rumbling through the grass and fallen leaves make a rhythmic sound, almost mesmerising – like a clock, almost.

  A clock that’s counting down until the next bad thing.

  Realistically, Bellamy knows that time both is and isn’t of the essence in this particular situation. Gabriel has spent decades studying the Anomaly, yet he has no explanation for what just happened. He’d never even seen someone come back from it prior to Octavia, mere days ago. The girl from the Anomaly is asleep and once she’s awake, or there’s been changes to her status, Gabriel will let him know. Bellamy is certain he’ll know where to find him, more than possibly anyone else in Sanctum. He doesn’t fully understand the relationship between him and Josephine, but he knows that everything that’s happened since Josephine took over Clarke’s body gave him enough information to know where Bellamy would go in times like these.

  It’s something not even Bellamy himself could properly explain, or even understand. The way he is drawn to Clarke is different from anything else he’s experienced in life.

  He feels a little calmer now. Their footsteps still associate with a clock, but there’s nothing he can do. There’s no time for rash decisions, and they pretty much already know what the next steps are going to be, and how they are going to go about this whole situation.

  Bellamy listens to Clarke breathing. It’s mesmerising, almost, in sync with every two steps she takes. His steps are a little smaller than usual, but hers are always bigger than average, and the way their steps go together brings back some warmth into his heart. Their hands are in their pockets, but they bump elbows from time to time, and when they do, it reminds Bellamy he’s not alone in all this. He’s aware of her presence in a way that he usually isn’t – it’s therapeutic. Relaxing.

  His anxiety has eased its grip on him. The fresh air and the walk have been helping silence the pandemonium inside his mind, but he knows it wouldn’t have worked as well if Clarke wasn’t by his side.

  When he looks over at her, her face is in a deep state of thought. He can see it in the crinkles of her eyes and above her forehead as she looks into the distance, nowhere in particular; he sees it in the slight purse of her lips and one side of her lips slightly tugged upwards; it’s in her shoulders high and closer to her neck, and her chest rising and falling faster than it usually does.

  Bellamy’s heart lies easier now.

  ‘You were right, Clarke. I’m not tired of helping people,’ he begins. ‘I’m tired of them not realising how difficult it is. I’m tired of putting the people I love at risk, and losing them. I’m tired of having to think not only for myself, but for everyone else, but I can’t help it. You were right – it’s who I am. And you know better than everyone how heavy it can get sometimes.’

  ‘When you feel like there’s nothing you can do.’ She looks at him and her face is open for him to read; the pain, the anger, the love – all of it. ‘Like you have chains that are anchoring you to the ground and you watch the world go up in flames.’

  All he can give in return is a nod. They continue walking in silence and that’s agreement enough; sometimes saying nothing bears more weight than any words could.

  ‘Bellamy?’

  ‘Hm?’

  They come to a halt near one of the main entrances into Sanctum, right where there is a pathway into the forest. A breeze is coming through the fence, and it sways the blonde strands framing Clarke’s face. She’s smiling; it’s kind and hopeful, something he hasn’t seen on her in a while.

  The silver light sheds some of the years of burdens that have taken a toll on her, and she looks her age. She looks what she would’ve looked like if she had a normal life.

  This, right there, is what warms Bellamy’s chest with a little hope that maybe they can get their peace, after all.

  ‘We’re going to get her back.’

  At last, a smile graces Bellamy's face.

[missfaber]

That article about the 7 cut scenes made me bitter again. If Jon was supposed to be in love and lust with Dany, why not SHOW it properly, and also why? I could have quietly lost respect for him in S7 and moved on instead of hoping. Is he just doomed to fail as a hero because of his Targ genes like Dany? Is that Grrm's final twist? Why does he even love her? I'm bitter.

Hi anon! I feel your pain. But i think I’m the wrong person to ask about this, only because there’s so many people in the fandom who are better at writing meta than me (who, um, never writes meta, or even really participates in fandom discourse). So I’m sorry if this answer is disappointing, but I’ll give you my two cents!

I’M BITTER TOO. Not necessarily about the article, I honestly think it’s just funny, but about the way they butchered Jon and the terrible shitshow that was jonerys when there were so many better alternative ways to take the story. I never watched GOT for the romance, that was never its strong point imo, but I did expect consistent characterization and I did stan my boy Jon. And that’s the worst part of jonerys; the way meeting Dany turned him into someone else. Someone we could lose respect for, as you put it. Someone who went so against his morals and earlier characterizations that many fans have (rightfully, it’s their right) stopped liking him, becoming anti jon snow. I personally only reconcile what happened by completely disregarding the last episode, the last season, and especially the last two seasons. Jon Snow who mercy killed Mance Raider because a death by fire was too cruel never would have even thought twice about killing Dany. Jon Snow who exiled Melisandre, the woman who brought him back to LIFE, for killing one (1) child by fire never would have allowed Dany to kill thousands of children by fire— or would have killed her immediately after the fact, again without second thought. Jon Snow who was a little shit who consistently stood up to authority and especially disliked the arrogance and entitlement of kings and princes never would have fallen in love with Dany, a woman who held him prisoner and whose only characterization at that point was being Qween, whose first impression was literally spouting off a bunch of titles. If I was gonna write a book called “Jon Snow’s Turn Offs” that would be #1 on the list. Unless killing thousands of children by fire is number 1…. or maybe threatening his sister cousin multiple times…… idk there’s so much to choose from!

But if you were gonna try to sell this love story to us, D&D, why couldn’t you try to sell it to us??? We all know they’re somewhat capable, as much as we like to shit on them. As arguably lackluster as earlier relationships were, such as Dany x Drogo, Tyrion x Shae, Robb x Talisa, Jon x Ygritte, we did have some cute/romantic scenes for all of them, where we could at least see that the writers’ and actors’ intentions were to show that These Two Are In Love, even if we didn’t necessarily ship it. So I don’t know what happened with Jon and Dany to make it look so bad onscreen, and I’m talking about before he shanked her lmao. This isn’t just an opinion held by our corner of the fandom, when the season was airing there were so many articles about how awful Jon and Dany’s chemistry was. It’s frustrating because we know Kit knows how to act like he’s in love, yet he was giving the jonerys scenes NOTHING lol, so it made us reasonably think something else was going on. At some point we all thought this was because of pol!jon reveal, which didn’t happen. Then we thought there must have been a retcon between the last two episodes, because so many things didn’t logically follow from episode 5 to 6. It’s just so sad and such a waste because pol!Jon would have been such a good GOT style reveal. All the clues were there. All they had to do was commit. Anyway. We’ll never know why D&D made the choices they did. We do know they wanted to hurry up and finish GOT to get to other projects and i, personally, will never forgive them for that.

I don’t think Jon is doomed to fail as a hero because of his Targ genes. I don’t even think that was the message for Dany. Dany was completely sane when she burned down King’s Landing. She didn’t do it because of Targaryen madness, she did it because of entitlement, because of her rage when she saw that the people of King’s Landing weren’t welcoming her, weren’t seeing her as their hero and savior and Mhysa like the former slaves of Essos, but as the tyrant they needed saving from, calling out to their real queen Cersei to save them. She genuinely believed that by doing this these people no longer had a right to live. They had no place in her “new world” of Daenerys Worshippers. As for Jon and his Targ genes, they messed up his story so badly that it’s hard to derive any logical line of characterization from the end, but I would say the message was that ultimately he is a Stark. Not a Targaryen. He killed his last remaining Targaryen family, perhaps metaphorically killing off the Targaryen inside him. He chose Sansa, whether you want to see that as romantic or not, he chose to protect her, the Starks, Winterfell, and the north. And I believe that if he wasn’t “sentenced” to life at the Wall, he would have chosen to go home to Winterfell, to live out the rest of his days with his family. Still even his show ending is Stark-coded, because he’s in the True North. So yeah, I can’t speak about GRRM’s final twist or anything, I haven’t even read the books, but from what I know I don’t think Jon’s ending will be “failing as a hero because of his Targaryen genes winning out”.

Thanks for the ask, nonnie!