#sorry griffin i took over your boy

[seefasters]

my take on the steeplechase trio (and montrose’s mask variants)

[tswaney17]

Accidental Chemistry - Part 2: Life Changes

Am I back? Is this my return? God's I hope so. Life is finally starting to settle a bit and I've been feeling a touch more creative than in months past. I'm hoping to finally kick this creative funk soon. But until then, please enjoy this update. 💗

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘 Dedicated to @duskwhisperer. 💜

Trigger warnings: language, some dark thoughts

Word Count: 4,433

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It had been just over a week since Elain moved into Azriel’s house. They were figuring things out, how to work around each other, planning dinners, and of course, Ollie’s schedule.

Her little boy was still trying to adjust to his new home and he was very much making them aware of his displeasure. His sleep schedule was in the tank, waking up at godly hours for any and every reason. It took Elain two hours that morning to calm him down when his little lungs started screaming just before five.

She couldn’t even count the number of times she’d apologized to Azriel for all the crying, but he seemed to take it in stride, waving off her worries.

“He’s a baby, Elain. He’s going to cry, it’s fine.”

There was no real way to show him her gratitude for it, but she hoped he saw it.

But she pushed her concerns aside, needing to focus on her task for the day.

Getting a job.

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[bluekat12345]

He's my son, not yours! Part 2

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

I promised drama would come, and here's where it'll truly start! Enjoy reading! Another shoutout to @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal

Sorry for taking so long with this, things have been busy in real life.

The next day...

Steve Rogers was taking a ride around Griffin Rock that afternoon. He was starting to feel a little cooped up at their base, so he figured he could use some fresh air. After dressing in civilian clothes to try to not draw unwanted attention to himself, he got on his motorcycle and went for a ride.

Eventually his ride took him towards a school building, and from what he could recall, that was most likely where Cody went to school. And remembering the time, he knew Cody was probably done with his classes for the day, and his father, Chief Burns, would be picking him up along with his partner robot.

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt to say hello to them." He thought. Driving towards the school, he was able to see Cody sitting on a bench outside by himself.

"Afternoon, son." Steve greeted as he approached the boy.

Cody smiled in surprise. "Hey, Captain. What are you doing here?"

"I was riding around Griffin and I'd come say hello to your and your father." Captain America explained. "Speaking of which, where is he? I assumed he and his partner would be here to pick you up. Chase, right?"

Cody nodded. "Yep. They had a quick emergency to take care of. So, I figured I'd wait for them. They shouldn't take long, Mrs. Neederlander needs help with her cat."

"Ah." The Captain responded. Then he sat on the bench beside him. "Well, you shouldn't be here alone. How about I keep you company while we wait for your father?"

"Are you sure?" Cody asked. "I don't want to waste your time."

"Nonsense, it's no trouble at all." Steve assured.

Cody smiled at the older man. "Well, if you really don't mind, then thanks." Then he started going through his backpack. "While we wait, can I show you some stuff from class today?"

Steve nodded with a grin. "Sure. What have you got, son?"

"We had a guest speaker come to our school today. She said she was part of an art museum in the mainland" Cody explained. "She was a bit of snob, but we got to make plates out of clay. And they even glazed them, so they're waterproof and food safe."

"That's impressive." Steve commented.

"And check this out." Cody added as he took a dark-blue plate from his bag. In the center of it, was a silver drawing of a police badge. Specifically, the same badge Chief Burns wears. "I made this one for Dad. You think he'll like it?"

Captain America smiled. "He'll love it.

Cody put the plate back in bag. "I also made a few more. Let me show you."

"Thanks for coming with me to pick up Cody, Dani." Chief Burns said to his daughter as they drove to Cody's school.

"No problem, Dad." Dani assured him.

"Chief, if I may ask, why is Dani here with us?" Chase asked. "While I do enjoy her company, I admit I do not understand why she is here when she usually doesn't accompany us when we pick up Cody."

"Appearances." Chief explained. "I need to go back to the Avengers' base for another meeting, so I need Dani to be in the driver's seat to make it look like she dropped me off and took Cody to home. We can't have the world seeing you drive without a driver yet."

"Ah. That makes sense." Chase commented.

Then they arrived at the school entrance. Charlie and Dani got out of Chase's vehicle form and walked up to the entrance. They didn't see Cody, but they did see a well-dressed woman in front of the school, texting on her phone.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Chief Burns announced as he approaches the woman. "Have you seen a blond boy? He was supposed to be waiting here for someone to pick him up."

"Huh?" The woman looked up from her phone for a moment to glance at Charlie and Dani before going back to her phone. "Oh, yeah. He and his father were sitting on one of the benches."

"His father?" Dani asked in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Over there." The woman then pointed. They say Cody sitting on a bench, and with him was Captain America. The man was dressed in casual clothes; he sat next to Cody, nodding as Cody rambled on about whatever they were talking about.

"Is something wrong?" The woman asked. "Are you the boy's grandfather?"

You could practically here a record scratch.

"G-Grandfather?" Charlie stammered, insulted and embarrassed. "I'm, he's, uh, I-"

"He's the boys actual father." Dani explained to save her father from more embarrassment. "That man is a family friend."

"Really?" The woman looked back and forth between Steve and Charlie a few times before shrugging and walking off, still texting on her phone. "Never would've guessed."

"Excuse me?" Dani demanded.

"Let's just go." Chief declared, wanting to keep the situation from getting worse. He gently dragged his daughter away.

"Rude." Dani grumbled. Then she calmed herself before getting Cody and Captain America's attentions. "Hey guys."

"Oh, hey Dani." Cody greeted. "Hey, Dad. How's Mr. Pettypaws?"

"What?" Chief asked. Then he remembered the 'emergency' he had to deal with earlier. "Oh, same old." Then he turned to Steve. "What brings you here, Captain?"

"I was going for a ride around Griffin Rock, then I noticed I was driving by Cody's school." Captain Rogers explained. "I figured I'd come here to say hi to you both, but saw Cody was by himself, so I figured I'd keep him company so he wouldn't be lonely."

"I wasn't that late picking him up." Charlie commented, not liking how that sounded.

Steve frowned. "I wasn't suggesting anything, Sir. Cody told me you were taking care of something."

Charlie frowned, more at himself than at Steve. "I know. I'm sorry, its just...been a long day."

"Are you okay, Dad?" Cody asked, concerned.

"Oh, hey, Cody, how was school?" Dani asked, hoping to change the mood. She figured she knew what had their Dad in a bad mood, and she hoped to distract him from that.

"Yeah, Cody, why don't you show your father what you showed me?" Steve added, probably understanding what Dani was trying to do. At least Dani hoped so.

Cody then held up a plate. It looked liked Captain America's shield. "We had a guest speaker come into class today and we got make plates. I made this one like Captain America's Shield."

"You've got a creative genius here, Chief." Steve complimented. Then he ruffled Cody's hair, getting a small laugh from the boy as he put the plate in his backpack.

Usually, seeing Captain Rogers ruffle his son's hair like that didn't bother Charlie, but now, something about it made his stomach sick. It felt wrong now, like Steve no longer had a right to do that. Like he shouldn't be doing that at all.

"No wonder that woman thought he was Cody's dad." Chief Burns thought, rather bitterly. "Why does he always have to act like that to Cody? I'm his father, not him."

"Oh, and I also made others" Cody went on, unaware of his father's inner turmoil. "I made-"

"We need to go, Cody." Chief quickly declared.

Cody frowned. "What's wrong, Dad?"

Charlie forced a smile. "Nothing, son. We just need to get home. You have homework to do and I'm pretty sure Captain Rogers needs to get back to base soon." He hoped he didn't sound annoyed as he addressed Steve.

Fortunately, the veteran didn't seem to notice. "He's right, I should probably get back before the others wonder why I'm gone for too long." Then he smiled at the Burns. "A pleasure seeing you all again. Hope to see you at the base soon." Then he nodded at Cody. "Maybe we can work on the motorcycle. Tony said he was working on upgrade and he thought he would appreciate it."

"Noble." Cody exclaimed. "I can't wait."

"If we have time, we'll see." Chief interrupted. "Have a safe trip back to your base. Let's go, Cody."

"Bye Captain!" Cody said as he followed his father and sister.

"Welcome back, everyone." Chase greeted as everyone got in their seats. "How did it go?"

"Fine." Chief Burns grumbled.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Cody asked. "You've been acting a bit off."

"I'm fine." Charlie assured, quickly and rather weakly.

Cody looked like he wanted to say more, but Dani shook her head at the boy. Cody didn't speak up. They just sat in a rather tense silence as they drove back to the Firehouse.

I think I might be a bit obsessed with this crossover/AU. Please forgive me. And forgive me if this seemed a bit weak to what you guys wanted, I guarantee it will really pick up in the next part.

[lover-girl-estxx]

Be Happy for me

(B24 NI 26) Season 7

*not my gif*

I smiled looking at my laptop, I got accepted to be on the first female season of the ultimate fighter: Griffin vs Rampage. "Y/n you coming?" Nate yelled "yeah sorry!" I closed my laptop and grabbed my gym bag "what were you doing?" He asked by the door "Girl things" "girl things my ass" I laughed getting in Nicks car. I was hitting pads with Richard the guys were doing bag work "can I cut a bit of weight this week?" "Yeah why?" He asked "um you wanna go in the office?" "Sure.." he said unsure.

I sat across from him "I have two fights both wins so I sighed up for the first female season of TUF I got accepted im going in two weeks" I smiled "the boys know?" "No I'm gonna tell them at dinner tonight" "you sure that's what you wanna do I mean you've never said you wanted to do this, you haven't really fought " "well I can't there was no women division in the UFC I've had three fights your saying those don't count?" "I'm saying these girls are gonna be the best of the best" "I'm not" "I'm not trying to tell you not to I just wanna tell you what you're getting into okay? I'll be your coach no matter what" "thanks" "come here," I gave him a hug "it's time for Jiu-Jitsu go put your Gi on" I nodded.

"Nateee I'm tired carry me" I said after BJJ he smiled and picked me up carrying me to the locker room "thanks!" "Yeah" he chuckled. I came out ready for dinner they were standing by the counter "ready?" Nick asked "yep! You?" He chuckled ""we're always waiting on you" I slapped his chest as we walked to the car "are not!" "Are too" Nate laughed "we are y/n/n" I sighed. We sat down together got drinks "why'd you wanna go to dinner?" Nate asked "um I wanted to tell you guys something... " I took a sip of my drink they looked at me with wide eyes "well tell us then you cant not now?" Nick said "um well the UFC is allowing woman to fight now and they're doing a season of the ultimate fighter for it so I applied" "to help coaching?" Nate asked "No to fight! I got accepted!!" I smiled "you wanna fight?" "yeah! why are you guys shocked? I train everyday have three fights" my smile was slowly dropping "when do you leave?" "two weeks, I'm gonna need help in camp! you guys don't mind right?" "I'm not helping you" Nate said "me either" Nick join "what?!why not?" "your not gonna like it, you can just train you don't have to be a fighter. You're a girl you shouldn't do a job like that" "I get to pick whatever job I fucking want" "then what do you want us to say?!" Nick said "I want you to be happy for me! like I was and am for you two!" they shook they're head "K then fuck you guys you don't wanna support me" I was getting choked up "no its dumb what your doing" "you take it there's no more hanging out and stuff" Nate said "okay thanks guys this was great I'm gonna leave" I stood up grabbing my bag "you rode here with us" Nick said I rolled my eyes "I'll walk".

I grabbed my gym bag from the unlocked car putting it over my shoulder "assholes". I threw my bags on the floor and fell on my bed I grabbed my phone and texted Richard

Y: Can you train me with out the boys?

R:.yeah..

10 years old

"pick one and i'll put it in the player" they're aunt said we went over to the book shelf looking threw the UFC DVDs that lined them "we haven't watch UFC 4 in a while" I said Nick nodded and grabbed it from the shelf and handed it to his aunt, Me and Nate sat next to each other by Nina in front of the TV. She hit play then went to the dining table with my mom and the Diaz's mom who were all friends, we shouted and yelled as Ken Shamrock Subbed Dan Severn "lets try that!" Nate said Nick smiled same as his brother as they started messing with each other "boys stop!" they started to laugh they stopped and Nate came over "come on you and me try" "they said to stop" "they said boys your not a boy doesn't count" "okay!" Nina and Nick started to laugh when instead of trying to sub him I started tickling him making him laugh and scream.

"Y/n that's amazing!! did you tell the boy?!" My mom asked "..yeah they um not happy they're not gonna help" "oh honey I can talk to them and they're mom-" "no its okay i'm not gonna make them help its okay.....you know all good things come to an end" "Y/n" I sniffed "no its fine, it's just gonna be something new".

[doodlegraveyard]

Hey I wanted know about your version of the ancestral and to know the timeline of when they destroyed domino

Hi, @seth-the-whalelord, i am sorry because oh gosh i have a LOT to say and you prompting this means im not gonna be able to think of anything else ahhhh. OK so like. lets ignore how in general the timeline is really fucked up (flashbacks with the company of light and Griffin and Faragonda's relative ages are very confusing) but lets just ASSUME, path of least confusion that Domino got iced exactly as many years ago as is appropriate based on Bloom's age (I actually haven't decided if i's scaling the girls ages up slightly yet.) So basically it got destroyed when Bloom (and all her other peers in her age range here) were babies. That’s a BIG event to happen in relatively RECENT HISTORY and I have issues about how I want to make it clear that this is an event that has affected basically every world in the magical universe. BUT LETS PUT THAT ASIDE LETS TALK ABOUT THE WITCHES.

So my issue is the Ancestral Witches are meant to be these, hugely ancient beings formed at the beginning of the universe. But, they never… felt…. That cool to me? They’ve existed for all of time but it took them literally until what 15-18 years ago to get at the Dragon Flame? Despite the fact that it seems like pretty common knowledge where it is?? And the fact that they later named them and then the backstory with Griffin working with them and Valtor… that was before they got banished so to me it seems like they shouldn’t need the proxy of someone working on their behalf, like they do when they’re guiding the Trix… That feels to me like big powerful witches and villainesses and definitely big bad material but not like the unspeakable ancient things that I imagine when you say OLD AS TIME ELEMENTAL EVIL, you know?

Another thing: Arcadia. We have a direct counterpoint to “the first witches” in “the first Fairy who flew”. I actually like how vague her existence is and how strange and uncanny she looks. She almost comes across as a minor goddess, or someone who has basically ascended to demigod hood. I think one of the reasons I like her vibe over the ancestral witches is… she seems so… separate from reality and above what’s going on in the mortal planes. She waits for the Winx to come to her, instead of meddling/ the AW are pretty much exclusively into getting the trix to meddle for them. Or building a boy (Valtor) to do stuff for them. Idk. That said im actually not how im handling Arcadia or the existence of the water stars at all im just thinking ab the contrast of how they’re presented. Basically even when they’re spooky shadowy crone figures the witches strike me as beings of the material rather than an old-as-time type set of entities.

Anyway making the first witches these ‘’’’first creatures of evil’’’’ really fucks with the limp ‘well, not ALL witches are evil’ assertion that the show tries to make (but also doesn’t remember half the time). Like, that can definitely be the NARRATIVE that gets pushed, and I do think that the Ancestral witches themselves should be properly evil big bads, but you can’t build the worlds universe on ‘witches were invented to be evil, and fairies are meant to good’ and then benignly go ‘oh not realllyyyyy. I mean MOSTLY but not really. You know. Not the 2 witches we like (one of whom becomes a fairy)’. That can be the story a lot of people believe, but you cannot build it into the literal history of your world setting and then turn around and ask the audience to think otherwise.

I think what makes most sense to me is that Belladonna, Liliss, and Tharma are the names of the last INCARNATIONS of the Ancestral Witches but not the original/actual identities.

I think they were just witches once. Not quite from the beginning of time but from a long, long, long time ago. They had names no one remembers anymore, and names before that. They were witches who garnered such power that they wrote their identities into the flow of magic itself, who unmoored their spirits from their selves so that when they died they did not truly die. Basically, they’re Liches. I like the idea of the Witches recurring in history, reappearing as different women across the eons as their spirits find new lives to subsume. It’s not a bloodline (even though the trix call themselves the AW’s ‘direct descendants’ - unless Belladonna, Liliss and Tharma all fucked and had children, and each of the girls could directly trace their ancestry back to them… first of all why, how, wouldn’t families keep that an awful secret because presumably being related to the people who tried to kill dragon god and nuked the fairy Vatican would make their lives DIFFICULT - despite that language I always assumed they were kind of styling themselves as spiritual successors (which.. might be the literal opposite of ’direct descendant’ but what can I say that’s the vibe I always got) I think, in my version of things, they’re… sort of like their successors. ( I have them style themselves as Inheritrix - Hence, Trix) but well, really the Trix are really more like… Vessels. Or, they will be, when they’re strong enough.

One of the big reasons Witches are looked down on is that there’s this pervasive cultural sentiment that they’re greedy and power-hungry. They Want what they don’t Have, they will Take what Is Not Theirs. This has a little bit to do with the way I conceive of the concept of positive or negative magic - not dark and light but more like electric charges or polarity. Fairies (+) generate magic, and Witches (-) absorb magic from outside sources. I think there’s actually a very important place for Witches in the magic ecosystem, and both fairies and witches have a part to play in keeping balance. The ancestral witches represent the worst extreme of witch dysfunction. They take so much that they cling onto life, stealing the lives of other witches through generations. They refuse to be swept away through the river of time, to return to the flow of Magic, to take their part in the cycle.

[specialagentlokitty]

Thomas Barrow x Male!reader - love to hate you, hate to love you

Part 16:

You had been back maybe two weeks, sitting on a chair in your cabin when the door was opened.

You looked up confused and he looked back just as confused as he slowly closed the door behind him.

“(Y/N)…?”

Thomas walked over and you slowly stood up and he touched your shoulder.

Then he crushed you in a hug and you yelped in pain and he pulled away panicked as he look at you holding your side.

“It’s not better?”

You shook your head.

“How bad is it?”

You gestured for Thomas to follow you up the stairs and he did, and you closed the shutters and turned on the lamp.

Unbuttoning your shirt, you took it off, and Thomas walked over.

He placed his hand on your hip, looking at the red mark. A deep, jagged, and you turned around showing the back which was the same.

“Why is it like that?”

You turned back around.

“It was infected for a long time, it healed wrong. Chances are it’s still going to hurt.”

He nodded his head and looked up at you.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Two months maybe.”

“So you got my letters…”

You sighed and nodded your head.

“I see…”

“Thomas it’s not like that I swear it. I just.. needed time to think. I can hardly walk on my own two feet as it is.”

Thomas didn’t seem convinced so you kissed him and pulled away.

He looked at you confused.

“Don’t look so confused I’ve kissed you before Thomas barrow.”

He smirked a little.

“I know.”

You rolled your eyes at him and slowly sat down and he looked down at you.

“So what does this mean?” He asked.

“Whatever you want it to be. If you have questions ask them.”

Thomas pulled up a chair and sat down, and he began to asked questions, mainly about demigods and things he wanted to know.

And you answered everything.

“So I’ve kissed a king?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Always wanted to do that.”

“You’re a pig.”

Thomas laughed loudly and looked at you, and you looked at him.

“So, what’s the real story behind that scar?”

“I was walking home one day, I didn’t know I was a demigod at this point. It was the day I found out, I walked home, saw my mother talking to Hades, and suddenly I was thrown back. By a monster, I can’t remember what it was. Hades protected me, and it killed my mother.”

“I’m sorry.”

You shrugged a little.

“That’s life unfortunately.”

“And the rest.”

You began telling him about them, and he pointed to the one he helped you patch up.

“Griffin.”

“So that thing we pulled out of your side?”

“It was a claw, if it stay it it would’ve killed me.”

He slowly nodded his head.

“You nearly died…”

“I know…”

Thomas touched your face, his hand going through your hair.

“Can I be honest?”

You nodded.

“I want to ruin our friendship.”

“I wasn’t aware we were friends.”

“Alright fine.”

Thomas stood up to go and you quickly stood up, grunting in pain as you pulled your scar.

Thomas quickly turned around and walked over, sitting you back down.

“Bloody hell I was only joking!”

“Well next time don’t just walk off then!”

Thomas rolled his eyes at you and sat at the top of your bed, and you sat next to him, taking his hand in yours, resting your head on his shoulder.

“So what does this mean for us Thomas?”

“Well, I know we can’t get married or do anything in public, and we’d have to be carefully, but perhaps we can pick up where we left off?”

“Sneaking into each others rooms?”

“Well, me sneaking here and you using that shadow whatever to come sneak into mine.”

You laughed a little.

“You can stay here, with me.”

“Would I get my own cabin?”

“Why would you need one your just going to end up here.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

You took a deep breath, resting your hand on your side as you shuffled uncomfortably.

“Don’t you have anything to help with it?”

“I can’t take anymore.”

“What about that boy… Arthur? Is that his name?”

“Yes, and he’s done all he can do.”

Thomas nodded.

“So, why is there so many cabins?”

“All the gods children stay in them, one cabin for for them all. I’ve heard everyone has returned to their normal camps aside from a few.”

“Yes we saw them all off.”

You nodded your head and looked up at him.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.”

“Thomas.”

He sighed.

“I.. may have done something foolish…”

“I won’t ask, tell me on your own time, but are you better now?”

“I’m getting better I suppose.”

You sat up, and turned around to face him.

“You know, if you ever wanted to leave service you can come here.”

“Seriously?”

You smiled.

“Of course, we could always do with some help, you’d get paid of course. But well.. as you’re aware now being a demigod is a dangerous life.”

“It’s why you wanted me to forget you, why you kept trying to push things away.”

“Yes, I didn’t want to drag you in it though great job that did.”

Thomas chuckled.

“It’s not all bad I suppose, a little confusing and I don’t quite understand it, but it’s interesting. Will you have to fight again?”

“No. Not anymore, I’m effectively retired. I’m unable to go on quests now, I’m simply here to aid in training now.”

Thomas nodded his head and he leant forward, softly kissing you.

Tangling your hands into the back of his hair, you kissed his back and slowly pulled away.

Thomas brushed his lips against yours.

“I want to be with you…” he whispered.

“Then be with me…”

“I want to hear you say it…”

“I really want to hate you…”

Thomas smirked a little.

“I’m glad I still have that affect…”

“I hate that I love you, you know…”

“Ouch, that hurts, really…” he grinned.

You grinned a little back at him.

“I hate you too…” he whispered.

Thomas kissed you again, and you leant forward to kiss him more and he pulled away, pushing your head away like you did to him.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed a little bit.

“So, if I hate you, and you hate me, is it safe to say it’s a mutual hatred?”

“Absolutely Barrow, absolutely.”

Thomas jumped up, and he held out your shirt to you and you looked at him confused.

“Well we have to celebrate the fact we hate each other.”

Laughing you pulled your shirt on and you buttoned it up, pulling on a waistcoat you followed him outside and he looked around.

“Is there a bar?”

“It’s a camp of teenage demigods.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

“Yes there’s bar inside the big house for me, Chiron and Leon.”

You led Thomas up there and you greeted the other demigods as you walked past and up into the bar.

Thomas sat down and you walked around it, pouring you both a drink.

You handed him his, and you picked up your own, and you touched glasses.

“To hating one another.”

You both took a drink happily.

Thomas smirked at you, and you leant back grinning lazily at him.

“Can we really be us here?”

“If you want to be yes.” Chiron said.

Thomas turned around and he turned back to you.

“I’m not used to that.”

“You’ll get there.”

He shrugged a little and sipped his drink.

“So, do I call you my lord? Sir? Sire?”

“You call me by my name.”

“Well, that’s not the appropriate way to greet a king.”

“I’m king of ghosts Thomas, and unless you’re now a ghost it doesn’t matter.”

“You look like one.”

“Okay if we’re all going to pick on the injured demigod I’m going back to the underworld.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“Absolutely not.”

Thomas snickered and you leant forward, resting your arms on the bar and he looked at you, reaching behind to grab the bottle and he set it on the bar.

He pulled out his cigarettes and gave you one and took one for himself, lighting his, he lit yours.

“You’re not going to runaway on my again are you?”

“Oh give it up Barrow, you’ve got me what more do you want?”

“Just wondering.”

Your flicked his forehead and stood up, admiring him and he smirked brightly at you.

God you hated the fact you loved this man, but you sure did love the fact you hated him.

“Thomas?”

He looked at you.

“There’s nothing wrong with us, we don’t need to change who we are for anyone.”

“I know.”

He smiled at you and you leant forward kissing his head.

Maybe one day you could open about who you loved, but for now this would be both of your safe place, where you could come to who you really were, and show each other you loved one another without worrying about punishment

[raging-violets]

Meet Cute  // KendallxRiley // Big Time Rush

A/N: So I realized that I’ve written Riley in two different ways the last few years; the angst driven one with her parents dead and the other lighthearted driven one when her parents are alive. But unless you pay attention to the things I write in different fandoms, you wouldn’t really see how they’re the same character but there are fundemental things about her personality that are different with and without the influence of her parents. So, I decided to write two quick scenes to show y’all!

The first version is where her parents are dead, the second is where they’re alive. This is set around Big Time Audition.

Tag List:  @partiallypearl​ @witchofinterest​ @mystic-scripture​ @darknightfrombeyond​ @arrthurpendragon​ ​

Version 1

Kendall pushed open the door to the costume closet with light trepidation. Was there going to be more leather all over the place? Or was it going to be an explosion of red, white, and blue with tassels? Either way, he hoped Gustavo got the message that the boys weren’t going to be easily controlled. Then again, Griffin’s assistants—Obdul and Jessica—seemed to be as crazy as Griffin were and thought they were good ideas. (Though he figured, being around Griffin in any capacity of time was enough to drive anyone insane).

“Hello?” He called.

“You’re late!”

The voice came from behind a set of racks that sat in the middle of the floor. Kendall walked over and peered around it, finding a girl teenage girl his age sitting on the floor with a pencil in her mouth an da clipboard on her lap. She looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering behind the long black hair with red streaks that hung straight around her shoulders and back.

“Raleigh?” He asked.

She pulled the pencil from her mouth and said flatly, “It’s Riley. And you’re late.”

“Sorry.” He held out his hand to help her up, brought it back to his side when she stood on her own. “I just…”

“I would be too if I had to wear what you lot did when Griffin was in here,” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken. Once on her feet, she set her clipboard aside and shook his hand. She tilted her head, turning his hand aside. “You play guitar?”

It took a second for him to recognize the change in subject. “Yeah, how could you tell?”

“Callouses,” she replied plainly. “It’s all over your hands, mate.” She slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, shifted her weight as she cocked her hip. Looked him up and down, the hint of a smirk coming to her face. “Plus, I reckon you don’t seem the type to be in a boy band.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“I’m trying to figure that out,” she replied honestly. “Also, you’re pretty brave for wanting to work with Gustavo Rocque. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he can be a little…”

“Unhinged?”

“I was going to say ‘completely mental’ but that works, yeah?”

“That…probably does work better. It’s really accurate.” Kendall nodded. “And, how many times do you get the chance to try to make music with some of your best friends?” Her eyebrows rose. “Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime,” he said, answering her question. “How could I pass it up?”

“Don’t you have a background in hockey?” Riley folded her arms, studying him. He looked at her curiously. “You have to do your research on anyone you’re going to work with,” she said as explanation. “Hockey, huh?”

“Hockey’s my life,” Kendall said. “I grew up playing it. I can’t imagine not being on the ice…it’s like home to me.” He suddenly felt a pang in his chest, of anxiety. Had he made the right decision? To give everything up and go all the way to California to try and see if they could be a music group? A success? But he also couldn’t sit back and have his best friend be berated and told that he had ‘no talent’ when James had all the talent in the world and then some. “But there’s always time for it. There’s always an off-season.”

“Sounds like me and surfing,” Riley said after a second with a light nod. “I never planned on being in a band, I just want to be in the water.”

“Right!” Kendall’s anxiety washed away with her words. Finally, someone who understood. “The feeling of the stick in your hands, the reverberation of the slapshot you just took, the rush of getting that slapshot into the top corner of the net as it slides by the goalie? Facing off against the line of defenders while you try to make a breakaway for the last goal of the game. Washing out all blood—and sometimes mucus—stains from your jersey but not washing out the memories.”

“Whatever you say, Hockey-Head,” Riley quipped after a second of silence. “You’re lucky you’re cute or else I’m sure that would turn off a lot of people, yeah?” She looked at him suspiciously. “You do have all your teeth, right?”

“Yes, I have all my teeth,” Kendall said with a roll of his eyes. He pursed his lips and made a show of tapping his two front teeth with his fingertips. Then started to smile and play a beat with the tapping from his fingertips. “Hey, maybe Griffin would be happy with something like that?”

Riley sighed, placing a hand on her hip. The other rested on the arm of the couch, supporting her weight. “Something tells me you’re going to be very annoying,” Despite her words, she had a small smile on her face.

Kendall smiled back.

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Version 2

Kendall hesitantly stepped into the costume closet. He pressed his hand against the door and pressed it open, expecting to see even more red, white, and blue apparel all over the place. Either that or the massive amounts of leather he and his friends had been forced to squeeze into. His legs still had the rash that even his mom’s best lotions couldn’t cure.

The idea of being dressed in any of those outfits again was enough to have Kendall turn tail and run. But James would never forgive him, especially not after Griffin decided to take a chance on them and sign them after three days of hard work. Logan would’ve ranted at him the statistics of the time, blood, sweat, and tears they would have wasted. And Carlos…he wouldn’t have cared much; everything was an adventure to him.

But he’d never backed away from a challenge and he wanted to prove Gustavo and Griffin wrong. Still, he found himself trembling as he entered the costume closet for the fifth time in the last few days. He found a teenage girl about his age scribbling on a clipboard.

“Raleigh?” he asked, using the name Gustavo had given them.

She lifted her head, brushing her black hair from her blue eyes. A strand of dyed red fell back into her face, and she tucked it behind her ears along with her low pigtails. “Actually, it’s Riley.”

“Oh.” Kendall blinked, suddenly at a loss for words. Partially from embarrassment at having gotten her name wrong—though he should’ve known that Gustavo wouldn’t have gotten anyone’s names right considering he and his friends had almost immediately been reduced to ‘dogs’—and partially because he was stunned from her smile. Was that an accent? “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” she replied with ease.

Kendall felt his cheeks burn as he smiled. “I’m Kendall.”

“I know who you are.” She stuck out her hand with a warm smile. He took it, eyebrows widening when he felt the firmness of her handshake. Then they lowered in confusion when she turned his hand over and ran her fingers from his palm to his fingertips. She lifted her head, blue eyes widening in excitement. “You play the guitar?”

“Yeah.” He brought his hand back, momentarily surprised. “How could you tell?”

“A bloke like you doesn’t seem like they’d be in a boyband, yeah?” She lazily waved her hand, moving back through the costume closet to grab a rack of clothes he assumed were for him. Judging by the flannels and skate shoes he saw sitting on it. “Doesn’t really seem like your thing.”

Kendall watched her as she moved, silently wondering if that was a good or a bad thing. Being in a boyband wasn’t his thing, they were going to be a singing group. There was a difference. Still, he found himself smiling at her comment.

Noticing the silence, Riley chuckled quietly and said, “The callouses on your fingers are a dead giveaway, mate.” She rested her arms on the top of the rack and gently rocked back and forth. “So, what made you agree to work with Gustavo? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he can be a little…”

“Unhinged?”

“I was going to say ‘crazy’ but…” she shrugged. “Your word is correct.”

Kendall laughed. “Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime,” he said, answering her question. “How could I pass it up?”

“Easily, considering you were slated to become a big hockey star.” She smiled gently when his eyes narrowed. They’d only just met; how could she have possibly known that? “One thing to learn about the industry, everyone is in everyone’s business and it’s only a matter of time until it reaches the public. Whatever you don’t want people to know…I hope you’ve got it under wraps.” She brushed her hair back from her face. “For me it’s only a matter of seconds until something I try to hide gets to my managers. Then again, my mum and dad are my managers.” She paused. “Hockey, huh?”

“Hockey is my dream,” Kendall admitted. He suddenly felt a pang in his chest, of anxiety. Had he made the right decision? To give everything up and go all the way to California to try and see if they could be a music group? A success? But he also couldn’t sit back and have his best friend be berated and told that he had ‘no talent’ when James had all the talent in the world and then some. “I want to play center for the Wild.” He shrugged. “Or the Maple Leafs.”

“Dreaming big.”

“Yeah. But I couldn’t take this opportunity away from James. He’s my best bud, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. There’s always time for hockey, there’s always an off-season.”

“Whatever you say, Hockey-Head,” Riley quipped. She pushed herself away from the rack of clothes and smiled demurely. “I think Gustavo and Griffin may regret hiring with you lot. But, you plan on sticking around, yeah?”

“As far as this takes us.”

She folded her arms. “Ace!” Her eyes dipped over him and for a moment, he felt like he was being X-Rayed. Her smirk-smile widened. “I think this’ll be fun.”

Kendall found himself smiling back.

[fakeicecubes]

The Pureblood families all had secrets kept hidden. The Avery's son accidentally married his fiancée twin, the Yaxley's had someone killed so they could get into a public office, and the Nott's had been testing different spells on animals. But those had gotten out one was or another. The blacks secret hadn't gotten until their wayward son let it out of the bag.

Walburga and Orion lived in a loveless marriage. And while Walburga wasn't allowed to have an affair, Orion was like all the other male purebloods. At first, it started out as nothing, just some fun. Over time, he grew to love her. Their marriage strengthened when Walburga had a son, the first son of this generation. But he always went back to her, until she stopped coming to him. Orion sent letter after letter to her, none of which got an answer.

Walburga had known about the affair. She noticed something was wrong and comforted him, never asking questions. For those four years, they truly were the perfect pureblood family. Powerful husband, loving wife, and an heir to the family name.

One night while Orion was busy filing papers or something, an owl flew through the window. The letter had a name he hadn't seen in years.

Dear Orion

I realize that this letter is overdue, and for that I am sorry. I have been ill for quite some time. If you come to the address contained at the bottom of the letter, I will explain everything to you.

Please come.

The place was a small cottage in France. She answered the door and what she said was true. Her hair was thinner, and her cheeks gaunter, but she had the same beauty from when they first met. She lead him to the living room and served him tea.

"Orion, I know I should have done this earlier, but-"

"You should have."

"Let me finish, but I realized that you had a family. And those wives are cutthroat." He noticed her french accent had grown even stronger.

"She knew about the affair, you don't have to worry about her."

"That wasn't the only reason," she took a deep breath and looked towards the hallway. "I found out I was with child."

Orion's breath caught in his throat. If she had a child then they would be about four years old, a year younger than Sirius. "That's why you wanted to see me again, to get money for them?"

"No, no," she said, "I told you I was sick in the letter, right?" Orion nodded. "Well...I have not been doing too well. I think I will be passing very soon and I do not want him to be here when I do. He already takes care of me with it gets really bad."

"So you want me to take care of him?"

She took a drag of her cigarette, "Please, that boy means everything to me. I keep on having visions of him waking up one day, asking me to get up and eat, but...I don't. Please, Orion, I don't want that to become reality."

Orion thought about it, "Yes, I will take him in for you. May I meet him?"

She had tears in her eyes, "Regulus, mon chéri, viens ici s'il te plaît."

A small boy peeked his head out. While Sirius looks more like Walburga, Regulus was an equal mix of both of them. He had Orion's black hair and face shape, but he also had his mother's pale green eyes and freckles.

"Come here, darling. I want you to meet someone." His eyes never left Orion as he sat by his mother almost hiding behind her. "This is your father, you will be staying with him for a little while, okay?"

Regulus looked up at her, "Pourquoi dois-je te quitter, maman?"

"Just trust me, love. Go pack some clothes and toys, quickly."

He jumped off and ran to his room.

"You ready kid?" Orion looked down at Regulus. He had a backpack on with little griffins on it. He turned to his mother.

She kneeled down to meet Regulus's eyes. Regulus let out a sob as gave him a bear hug. "Sois gentille chérie. Maman t'aime tellement, tellement. Ne l'oublie pas, d'accord?" They were both crying as Orion took Regulus hand and apparated away.

Two months later she was found dead by a neighbor.

[marauds-x]

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠,, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜

ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴᴏɴᴇ

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‘Hello.’- thoughts

“Hello.”- speaking

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It was 6:47 A.M, and Billy Showalter had just finished putting his socks on. He slid his grey sneakers on and called Bailey out. He didn't think he would ever get used to waking up this early. Bailey and Billy ran out the door and onto the front patio, grabbing a cardboard box filled with flattened newspapers.

Billy lived in an average sized home with red brick walls on the outside with light gray walls inside. He was one of the well off families compared to many others. Billy had invited Bruce, one of his closer friends over to help him tie the newspapers he delivered. Every week Billy would wake up extra early to ride around the local neighborhoods and passing stores and throw some random paper on someone's lawn. Though he would never admit it, it was nice to see the sun rise and work out with his dog Bailey. His favorite part had to be feeling the breeze in his hair, speeding down a hill and feeling that calming spark of danger.

Bruce had just arrived at his house, looking at Billy with his pretty smile that all the girls adored. How he didn't have a girlfriend amazed Billy.

They talked and tied newspapers as the sun began to rise. The boys had finished and Bruce was getting ready to leave as Billy dumped the box of (now) tied newspapers into the basket attached to his bike. "Hey Bruce, we still on for Friday?”

"For sure, dude, I'm gonna get going now. See you at school!”

[small time-skip<3]

‘Finally, almost finished.’ Billy only had two blocks to go through, and he was on his way home. He looked down at his watch to see it was already 10 A.M. ‘Damn it, guess I missed breakfast.’ He began muttering to himself wondering how he was going to do these streets in 15 minutes, he was so caught up in his thoughts he hadn't realized he had entered a more social street, almost running over a boy with shaggy brown hair and dark blue eyes.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry I wasn't paying attention and I didn't see yo-” The boy, who had thankfully moved out of the way before getting run over interrupted Billy's nervous ramble. "Um…are you gonna take my hand or not?" Silence. Billy hadn't even realize he fell off his bikes, along with the few newspapers had had left.

"Well, you gonna take my hand or what? I don't have all day." He took the guy's hand and pulled himself up. “Sorry, I was kinda shocked I fell, thanks dude.” “Nah don't worry, I wasn't paying attention either.” Even though the boy had said it was fine, Billy still felt sorry.

“Hey, is there any way I could make it up to you? Maybe get you something from the Grab N Go?” Billy couldn't help it, his manners were like no others. "Fine, but only because I’m hungry anyway." Griffin replied. "Alright! Hop on then." Griffin stared at Billy.

"You mean on the bike... without a helmet?" Griffin hesitantly looked between the road and Billy. "I won't crash, promise.”

“Fine.”

[time-skip to Grab N Go]

“Alright, we're here.”

"Yeah give me a minute, just gotta tie Bailey up real quick, don't want someone stealing 'em. Wait. I forgot the leash.” Billy glanced over to Griffin, silently trying to find a way to not embarrass himself and at the same time tie Bailey to the pole he was standing by.

"I think I have my bike lock on me, here." He handed the bike lock to Billy as he began to secure Bailey. "There, now he's safe." For a split second, there was silence. "Um, Bailey's a girl."

"Oh."

They walk into the store, look around for snacks, and get slushies. Suddenly Billy remembered something. "Wait, I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

"Griffin Stagg. I live on the street after yours."

"Oh yeah! I see you leaving for school sometime. Maybe we could walk together tomorrow?”

“Sure, got nobody to walk with anyway”

……

"Griffin look, it's a slushie machine."

“I have eyes, dummy.”

After paying for their drinks, they returned outside and sat behind the store with Bailey. "Hey, Griffin." “What's up?” "Why are you so short? Aren't you like 13?"

"Oh shut it, Bigfoot."

[time-skip]

Billy and Griffin spent the rest of their time delivering the remaining newspapers with Bailey running beside them. Billy knew he had missed breakfast, but it was worth it, a new friend he could brag about at school the next day. "Alright, that was the last house. You live near me, right? I'll drop you off." The ride to Griffin's house was filled with zero silence, Billy had ended up talking about what his morning routine consists of, pedaling until he was outside Griffin's house. “Wanna hang out again? That was super fun and I wanna hang with you again dude.”

“Sure! But how will I see you again?" "Here." Billy grabbed an extra newspaper and took out a pen from his letterman jacket pocket. He wrote down his address and some info about him.

'hey, find me at ----- Crosswalk Rd. Come over Friday after school, I'll introduce you to my friends!

See you later, griffin :)’

Griffin grabbed the paper from Billy and thanked him for the slushie and ride, smiling as he walked into his house.

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this is my first official post, as well as a mini introduction to me! I am an up-and-coming writer, currently working on a book. My name is Zee and I currently write for everything!

[wattpad: zee-lovesbyler]

[ao3: cupid.xx]

reblogs>likes

[marmiteprinter]

When Catherine and Nerissa (the newly-dubbed Ginsburkes - get it?) returned from their limo tour, they realised it was Kieran's birthday so, even though it was very late and they were still in their wedding dresses, they picked him up and took him over to the birthday cake.

"Blow out the candles, nooboo!" said Nerissa. Her happiness was tinged with melancholy, as she knew that Quentin would want to share custody now that Kieran was old enough not to require full-time care any longer.

Kieran aged up into yet another adorable child. I've been very lucky with the genetics so far, all things considered. I used Pooklet's method to create the original settlers (and Faye and Griffin) and I have the Maxis face templates - I'm genuinely so pleased with how cute all the kids are, while still all looking different from each other.

As Spring came to a close, Nerissa and Catherine sat chatting in bed (something of a night-time tradition of theirs).

"It was a great party, wasn't it?" enthused Nerissa.

"It was," agreed Catherine. "I'm so happy to be your wife at last. I was wondering though - what would you say to having a child of our own? I was asking around in SimCity and they've made great strides in technology in recent years. They can extract DNA from both of us, mix it into one egg and then implant it into one of us! What do you think?"

Nerissa hesitated. "Darling, you know how unhappy I was the last time I was pregnant. I just can't carry and raise another child. I'm sorry; I can't."

"But you don't have to carry it! I will! I'm just so excited to start a life with you Nerissa and I love Liv so much, and of course I love your boys too, but I'd love to have a child that is both of ours. I'll carry it and give birth to it and I'll be the one to take time off from work and everything. I did it all with Liv so I can do it again. What do you say?"

Nerissa considered. "I hadn't really thought that I wouldn't have to be the one to be pregnant. I think I might actually like that! And you promise you'll do most of the heavy lifting? I could go to work and everything?"

Catherine nodded and Nerissa squealed. "Okay! I'd actually love it! Let's do it!"

The women hugged and - plans made - they tucked under, exhausted from their long day and forgoing the traditional 'wedding night'.

And that's the end of the round for the Founder Family, now dubbed the Ginsburkes! Catherine is now 45, Nerissa is 42, Liv is 7 and Kieran is 4. They've unlocked the Law career for everyone and Nerissa will be starting a job as a Legal Biller come the Summer. Let's head back to the Frumes and see how they're getting on...

[sugarfeemaster]

Ramona Flowers- Bruce Yamada

Scott Pilgrim- Vance Hopper

~~~~ Monday, October 16th

Its 6:40 in the morning.. school starts at 8 and the bus I take comes at 7:40 but here I am. Dressed, freshened up, and waiting. I mean what's the possibility he taking morning shift- I nodded a bit off to sleep but.. [there he was again. He zoomed pass me in the mall? Who cares about scenery. He boardslide down the escalator rail and rolled into a store. I darted down the escalator trying to keep up with him. When I did, he was standing infront of a door.. My front door??] *Ring* I sprung up from the kitchen table, wiping the sleep from my eyes and darted towards the door.

There he is.. in all of his glory. His hair was more proper and had on less formal clothing.. brown baggy pants, untucked button up, red sweater vest, dark brown bomber jacket, and a mail delivery satchel. "This is so surreal" I muttered. "Uh hey Lord of the rings guy. Are you.. Griffins Stagg?" Bruce read off the package. "No it's, uh, Vance Hopper. Griffin is my nerdy little brother" "Oh, well good running into you, enjoy your novel." He handed Vance the package and dropped his skateboard.

"W-Wait!" Bruce pause and look back at me. "Aren't you the dude in my dreams?" "Thought we went over this already?" Bruce replied. "So you know! Isn't that strange?" Bruce shook his head no. "There's just a really convenient subspace highway in your head. It's like three miles in 15 seconds." I gave him a blank stare. "It this something they dont teach you in American schools?" "Im from France actually.. I gotta fairly obvious accent? Just elaborate I just woke up" I tried to play it cool. "Okay so it's like.. rapid transit? Subspace highways?" I thought of how to relate to it for more conversation

".. like when you hit the walls in pac-man to go on the other side of the maze?" "Ummm no, it's really nothing like pac-man" I let out a small 'oh'. Its too late to slam the door in his face and order another book. "Crap, thanks for stoppin me. You gotta sign this and I gotta go." Bruce took out a clip board and pen from his mail bag. I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms "But if I sign you'll leave~" I flirted "Im still on the clock handsome, a good face aint that worth losing my job" he chuckled. Driving me crazy "It's not my fault technically. You skateboard through my head, literally. So that's why im fuckin obsessed with you, the least ya could do is let me go out with you"

He blankly stares at me biting the pen.. way to fuck shit up Vance. Now he thinks you're some low-life stalker "I didn't say obsessed, your obsessed.. with my headspace subway" How am I this much of a fuckin loser. I got the looks all I had to do was flirt, now I gotta skip school to blow my brains out. "I totally race around in your mind all day huh doll? Whatever helps you sleep at night and sign this clipboard" I took the clipboard and he gave me the pen. What if he's into losers "So.. four o'clock?" I signed my name.

"Make that six, I got baseball practice. Meet me at the field." "Heh.. how could I forget. Im alright with that" I handed him the clipboard and pen. I watched him skateboard down the street till he turned down a block. "And when you get back home from your daye with whore boy, I'm expecting you to bring me back some twizzlers. Red not black" "You sneaky little rat!" I turned to face Griff. "(Boys settled down.. im still tired)" we looked towards the couch. "(Sorry mama)"

I was working on this AU during the summer on wattpad 👀

[fardell24b]

Sandi’s Struggle - Part 1

Sandi’s Struggle

Sandi Griffin was annoyed. She still had Laryngitis. And yet her mother was insistent on her going to school.

 Her mother read what she had written. “You may not be able to speak, Sandi, but you can still learn.”

 She wrote ‘That’s crazy.’

 “I have called Ms. Li. She said that you can still attend school without a voice.”

  Sandi arrived at school. Most people she didn’t (usually) speak to, but her friends?

 Quinn Morgendorffer was talking about her job at Governor’s Park. “… I mean, how was I to know that she dumped that guy for the other one?”

 “Quinn, that’s terrible!” Stacy Rowe said.

 It wasn’t often that Sandi agreed with Stacy, but she did in this case.

 “I know! The first guy was a lot cuter,” Quinn said. “Hey Sandi!”

 “How are you?” Stacy asked.

 Sandi tried to say “Hello, Quinn and others,” but no sound came out.

 “What did you say, Sandi?” Quinn asked.

 Sandi tried again. “I have laryngitis!”

 “Whaaat?” Tiffany Blum-Deckler asked.

 ‘It wouldn’t make much of a difference if she was the one afflicted with this affliction!’ Sandi thought quickly and with a glare. She wrote something on a notepad and handed it to Quinn.

 “Can’t talk, Laryngitis,” Quinn repeated. “Sandi! You lost your voice.”

 Sandi heard Stacy inhale sharply in shock as she glared back at Quinn.

  Quinn noticed Sandi’s glare. ���Um, sorry. It’s just a little shocking.”

 Sandi gave a small smile. Apology accepted.

 “But, I don’t think I’ll be coming to Fashion Club meetings for a while.”

 Sandi gave a look of surprise and motioned for the notepad. Quinn gave it back and Sandi wrote: Why, Qui-inn?

 “I have found that the job at Governors Park is taking up a lot of my free time in the afternoons,” Quinn answered.

 Sandi wrote again. We’ll discuss this later.

 “Sure,” Quinn said.

  First class was Science, where Ms. Barch had taken the opportunity provided by Sandi’s condition to further her misandrist agenda. She pointed to the blackboard where she had drawn a diagram of the human respiratory system. “Sandi, I’d like you to show me where the Larynx is,” she said.

 Sandi glared at the teacher. ‘Quinn would be much better choice,’ she thought. She went up anyway and pointed to a spot above where the passages from the lungs connected.

 “Very good, Sandi. That is where the sounds of our voice are usually produced. That is where you have an infection and are inflamed.”

 Sandi frowned.

 “I’m making a point here,” the teacher said.

 Sandi knew what point the teacher was making, and many of the boys in the class groaned.

 “I heard that!” Barch said. “I wish it were one of you, instead of Sandi up here. In fact, I wish that all males were mute!”

 Sandi tapped the board, where she had pointed out the Larynx earlier.

 “What’s that?” Barch asked.

 Sandi grabbed the chalk and wrote: How does voice box work?

 “I was getting to that,” the teacher said. “You can go to your desk now.”

 Sandi breathed a sigh of relief.

“You did well up there, Sandi,” Quinn said.

 ‘Really?’ Sandi wondered. How would Quinn do if she didn’t have a voice? She realised that she wouldn’t wish it on her. She shrugged.

 “I mean it.”

  Janet Barch looked at what Sandi had written, then turned back to the class. She grabbed the ruler and used it to point at the larynx on the diagram. “The voice box works by the vocal chords vibrating as air moves over them. However, infection can occur such that they can become swollen and stop vibrating for a time.”

 She saw Sandi nod in understanding.

 “Now, open your textbook to page 145. Not to page 178, Joey!”

  Sandi came out of the classroom annoyed. Ms. Barch didn’t need to call her up in front of the class! That was a very embarrassing experience. She would write a note to Ms. Li. ‘I will do that!’

  After her next class, she wrote the note and went to Ms. Li’s office.

  “Come in, Ms. Griffin,” Angela said.

 Sandi took a seat and placed a note on the desk.

 Angela read it. “I see.”

 Sandi crossed her arms.

 “Ms. Barch is good at what she does, Ms. Griffin!”

 Sandi wrote something.

 Angela read it. “I’m well aware of her views of males. The grades of various males in her classes are unaffected. You think that Mrs. Morgendorffer wouldn’t have found out by now if it was otherwise?”

  Sandi had to agree with that, remembering the time earlier in the spring when she had tried to get her to sue that caricature artist.

 She wrote; I see.

 “Is that all?” the principal asked.

 Sandi nodded.

  The rest of the day went by smoothly. As smoothly as it could while one couldn’t speak, anyway.

 “Is there a Fashion Club meeting?” Tiffany asked.

 Sandi shook her head. She then wrote something.

 “Not today?”

 Sandi shook her head.

 “Oh.”

 She wrote something.

 “Another day?” Tiffany asked after reading.

 Sandi nodded.

[kaylinlmao]

Fight PT 2 *Edited*

Heyo! Since a couple people wanted this, I shall write it because I'm a people pleaser! :)

Warning: Yandere! Bruce, Yandere! Finney, Yandere Robin, Yandere, Billy, Yandere! Vance, Yandere! Griffin. Toxic, obsessive, manipulative behavior. Aged up to 18 because that just makes more sense to me! Some swearing.

Summary: The boys go to seek out Y/N's friendship and she accepts. What she didn't for see was the manipulation, overprotective and obsessed behavior.

My older sister walked into my room and shook me awake. "Dude, wake the fuck up" she said, pulling the covers off of head. "What the hell happened to your eye?! MOM!" "No! Don't yell for mom! It's fine. I just got in a fight." "On your first day? Did you win?" she questioned me. "What the fuck you think? Of course I won. I'm no wimp." "Sure. Seriously, get up though if you don't want to be late." She laughed, rolling her eyes and walking away.

I crawled out of bed and got ready to go. I went downstairs to where my sister was eating at the table. "Where are the adults?" I asked "They just left for work" Of course they did. Didn't even interact with me at all. "Grab a pop tart or something and go. You have like 10 minutes until you're bell rings" she says. "Oh shit!" I said, running to the pantry, grabbing a Smores pop tart and bolting out the door. Once I started driving, I remembered everything that happened yesterday and started freaking out. Oh god. They're gonna kill me. I started imagining scenarios of them beating my ass or murdering me. Stupid intrusive thoughts. I didn't want to go to school now but I didn't have a choice. I parked my car, took a deep breath, and walked inside.

The bell hadn't rang yet so the halls were crowded with students and their friends talking before school started. As I was walking towards my locker, I saw Donna and she waved me over. "Hey! I heard what you did yesterday! That was either really smart or really stupid." She said, chuckling. "Probably the latter" I faintly smiled. "I have to go get my books from my locker. Ill see you later?" I asked. "Of course. Do you want to eat lunch together under the tree again?" she asked. "I would love to!" I said, smiling. "Ok! I'll meet you there! Bye!" "See you"

Once I made it to my locker, I saw the group of boys from yesterday waiting there for me. Oh god, oh god, oh god. I'm gonna die. They're gonna murder me and ima die. Play it cool, Y/N. Play it cool. I walked over to my locker and opened it, completely ignoring the boys crowded around it. How the fuck did they even know that this was my locker anyways? "Hey" Bruce said. I ignored him. Probably not the best choice but I didn't know what to say. Hey I'm sorry for beating your asses yesterday. Please don't kill me. No.

"Hello?" Finney said, tapping me. I shoved my books in my bag and started to walk away but Vance grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "We're talking to you" "How can I help you?" I asked, sighing in exasperation. "We need to talk" Billy said. "About what?" I questioned tiredly. "Let's go outside" Robin said. They started walking outside. Perfect time to bolt! I tried to run off but Bruce, who was closest to me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards them. They surrounded me so I had to walk with them.

"What the fuck do you want?!" I said, angry because I couldn't get away. "Hey! Stop that! We just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out with us!" Bruce said. What the Reeses peanut butter fucks is this shit? "What the fuck do you mean?" Robin said. "Did I say that out loud?" "Yes, Y/N. Jesus." Vance rolling his eyes. "How the hell do you know my name? I never told you." "We asked Donna. And because she's scared of us, she told us." Billy said. "We just want to be your friends" Griffin says. "No catch?" I ask, suspicious. "No catch" Finney reassures me. I hesitate for a second before saying "Ok." and walking off.

"Hey! You're sitting with us at lunch." said Finney "No, I'm not. I'm sitting with Donna." "No you're not." Robin says. "You're sitting with us" said Bruce. "No I'm not! You can't tell me what to do!" I say. Vance stalks over to me. "You're sitting with us. Or do we need eliminate the problem?" Vance whispers in my ear. "You can't do anything to Donna" I whispered, my voice shaking. "You'd be surprised, Doll." "Ok. Ill sit with you guys" I whisper. He pulls away and as I'm walking away he yells "See you at lunch Dollface!"

What have I gotten myself into?

Soooo Idk if I like this yet but whateves. I'm gonna try to post everyday. Please request stuff! My imagination only goes so far. and let me know in the comments if you want yandere poly ghost boys, yandere brance x reader, yandere finbin x reader, or just some fluff or angst with any of them you want. Part 3 is posted! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

@finneysbaseball

[angelspitexe]

Temporary Secrets and Sharing Scars

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Hunter (Golden Guard) x Reader

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Spoilers for Episode 13 of Season 2 of The Owl House: "Every Sports a Storm"

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TW: Scars, graphic descriptions of wounds, mentions of near death experiences, swearing, childhood trauma, trauma dumping, a lot of talking about injures (like, 1/4 of this is just Y/n talking about their scars to Hunter, both physical and mental), implied child abuse, and child abandonment

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Summary: When Hunter went undercover at Hexside in an attempt to gain Darius' approval he was not expecting to run into one of the two humans causing chaos around the Isles. You can only imagine his surprise at the fact they stayed silent about his identity, even treating him as a friend. Sure, they had been friendly with him in the past, even trying to get him to join the 'Bad Girls Coven', but this was a step above that. But after Y/n shows him their many scars, he begins to think maybe he should try to return the kindness that made his stomach feel funny and cheeks grow warm.

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"Puddles!", Y/n called out, running at the griffin with their arms out. Viney stepped aside, smiling as Y/n took her pet into their embrace. Puddles made a noise of joy as she curled her neck around the human.

"You're helping out Willow today, right?", Viney walked to pat Puddles' fur, looking at Y/n with a raised brow. The taller teen grinned and nodded, going to speak before being cut off by Puddles using her head to shove them back into her fur.

"Puddles! I asked them a question.", Viney lightly scolded the pet, laughing softly when Puddles made a squeak in response.

"Sorry baby, but I gotta find Willow. I'll see you later.", Y/n pulled away from Puddles, rubbing her fur as they cooed at her. They waved goodbye to Viney before walking away.

They got a ways away before seeing a familiar red cardinal palisman. They perked up, turning to fully look at the bird and the boy who it was perched on.

They grinned when they recognized the pretty face of Hunter, better known as the Golden Guard.

"Hey there.", their grin widened when Hunter jumped, whipping around the face them. His stance widened slightly, causing Y/n to laugh.

"No need to be on edge, pretty boy!", Y/n teased, putting their hands up. They didn't miss how his ears grew slightly red at the pet name.

"W-why are you here!?", Hunter's voice wavered, and his words made Y/n look at him playfully confused.

"I go here, darling. If anything I should be asking why your here.", Y/n put their hands behind their head stepping closer to the blushing boy. They stopped when they saw him get into a fighting position. "I'm not gonna fight ya'! It's my day off, I'm not gonna ruin it to be pointlessly violent with a pretty boy, even if he works for the emperor."

"Don't say it so loud!", Hunter whisper yelled, placing a hand over Y/n mouth. Y/n shook their head slightly with a chuckle, grabbing Hunter's wrist and pulling his hand away.

"Calm down, bird boy. I wouldn't compromise whatever self-righteous mission your on, it's not in my pay grade.", Y/n held his hand, moving it to lay over the middle of their chest. They giggled when his cheeks became pink and he pulled his hand away, holding it as he stared at them.

"Come on, we got some stuff to talk about and I have about thirteen minutes before Gus appears and rips me a new one for disappearing.", Y/n motioned for Hunter to follow them, beginning to walk towards the end of the stalls. Hunter blinked, frozen for a moment before chasing after them when Flapjack beat him to it.

"Can you climb trees?", Y/n questioned, turning towards Hunter as they stood at the base of a large tree. Hunter shook his head slowly, unsure of the answer.

Y/n grinned, grabbing his hand and interlocking their fingers. They didn't miss how Hunter jumped slightly, or how his mouth was slightly agape when he turned to them.

"Keep a hold of me, Cutie!", Y/n teased as they moved the grip a branch, swinging their legs slightly, and digging their heels into the bark to swinging around and curl their knees around a tree branch. Hunter was in slight awe of their strength, being able to do all that with one hand.

As Y/n tugged at his hand, looking down at him with a raised brow, Hunter gulped. He placed his foot on the tree and let Y/n tug him to sit on the lowest branch next to them, wobbling slightly before Y/n grabbed his waist. The pair had their bodies facing opposite directions, Y/n facing towards the woods and Hunter facing towards Hexside's pathway.

"Don't think to hard, sweetheart. It gets harder to sit up straight when you do.", Y/n's voice was soft, and a squrriel palisman rushed down from the higher branches.

"Ah! Gentian!", Y/n grinned, putting their arm out for the blue palisman to crawl on. The palisman scurried to their other shoulder, sniffing at Hunter as they tilted their head.

"That's Hunter, we've meet him before.", Y/n smiled at the Palisman, chuckling at Hunter's surprised face.

"Your staff was a Palisman this whole time!?", Hunter squeaked, looking at Gentian with wide eyes as the squrriel put one of their paws on his cheek. He looks at Y/n again, mouth agape. "I almost threw them into the boiling sea!"

Y/n shook their head, laughing at him. They put their hand on his shoulder, patting it slightly.

"Owlbert is hella protective of them, homeboy would've caught them. Either way, we're not mad about it. Just don't do that shit again"

Hunter still stared at the Palisman, seemingly frozen. When Gentian reached both of their paws out, cupping his face, he snapped out of it.

"Now, let's talk."

"Yeah, I can't really be mad at you for anything. I can see the good in you, even if you can't personally.", Y/n leaned against the tree, Flapjack sitting on their shoulder. Gentian was one Hunter's head, sleeping in his hair.

"Why though? You have every right to be mad at me, hate me even! I harassed your best friend and mentor, knocked you unconscious, and probably more! So how...", Hunter spoke as he made wild movements with his hands, ending his sentence with his hands on his lap. Y/n laughed softly, placing their hand on Hunter's shoulder. When he looked up his heart raced at their soft smile.

"I like to see the good in people, it helps me analyze motives and pick sides. Your not a bad person, just a little misguided.", Y/n paused for a moment, but continued when Hunter opened his mouth to say something. "Even if you don't agree with my thoughts, that's not gonna change anything."

Hunter shut his mouth and looked down slightly, finding his hands very interesting all the sudden. Y/n voice made him whip his head towards them.

"Wanna see my scars?", Y/n grinned as they spoke, talking about it so casually it made Hunter's brain lag for a moment. He silently nodded, afraid his voice would betray him.

Y/n took their jacket off, showing of a large amount of scars all down their toned arms. It made Hunter freeze, his eyes analyzing the flesh.

"This one", Y/n pointed towards what looked to be a burn scar that covered a large chunk of their shoulder, and it looked freshly healed. "Is from when Lilith accidentally hit me with her magic when I got in the way of her and Eda's fight. You were there!"

Y/n's carefree grin made his stomach sink. How much pain had they been in, how did they stand up mostly fine after taking a blow that caused that much damage.

"Oh! This one is from you!", Y/n laughed as they pulled up their left pant leg, showing a huge bandage. They began unwrapping the bandage as Hunter watched their face, horrorifed. He had hurt them enough to leave a scar?

The wound he was made with made his whole body tense. It wasn't fully healed, still pink and red. Their was a handful of obviously painful blisters, and the look of it alone made him wince. As Y/n began tying to bandage the wound up Hunter began to search for the words to say.

"I-I'm sorry.", Hunter looked away, holding himself slightly as he shook. He hadn't realized just how much the magic he used hurt people, and seeing it first hand made him feel guilty.

"Don't sweat it dude, I've been through worse. Even been impaled? That's true fuckin' pain.", Y/n winced just think about it, not noticing how Hunter whipped his head around at stared at them.

"You've been impaled!? When!? How!?", Hunter looked frazzled, even more confused and horrorifed of Y/n chillness about the topic. Y/n blinked and few times, seemingly thinking.

"It was twice. Once on a mental spike when I was around ten, hit me in the side. Doctor said I was lucky I survived. The second time was here. I was running from Kikimora and some scouts she had with her and fell down a hill. I got a branch in my arm, had to stumble back to Hexside. It was not fun to explain to Viney and Principle Bump.", the longer they went on the more the words become worse for Hunter.

How much shit did this one 16-year-old survive?

"But hey, at least I have cool ass scars to show off now! Mrs. Wolfsburg will tear me a new ass for it, but she yells about everything so who cares.", Y/n grinned cheekily at Hunter, giving him the thumbs up as he stared at them, mouth agape.

"Wait- who's Mrs. Wolfsburg?", Hunter questioned, snapping out of his horrorifed trance to ask a single question. Y/n's face fell slightly, but they huffed and grinned again as they sat up.

"Mrs. Wolfsburg is the lady who runs the house I live in back at the human word. She basically gets a buncha' orphans, gets legal guardianship of them, and gets money from the town for it. I was one of those cases, found on her doorstep when I was, like, five? No note, nothing but the dirty pajamas and shitty old sneakers I was wearing.", Y/n leaned back as they explained, talking with their hands during random moments in their story.

"Oh...", Hunter blinked, seemingly lost in thought. Y/n patted him on the shoulder, getting his attention before he could think to hard.

"Dude, don't overthink it. Yeah, I had a shitty upbringing, I'm not gonna deny it, but it made me stronger. Plus, it helped me met Luz, and by extension, everyone here. Even you.", Y/n poked his chest with a grin as they finished their sentence, messing up his hair as they laughed. Hunter blinked, a familiar feeling filling his stomach and chest.

"How...how do you do it?", Hunter questioned, looking down at his hands. Y/n tilted their head, smiling at the awkward boy.

"If your talking about my attitude, I can't give ya' healthy advice. I just faked it tell I made it, it was all I really could do.", Y/n looked up at the many branches above them, a sad smile on their lips. Hunter watched them, frowning as he gripped his knees. He sighed and bit the bullet.

"Your...so weird.", Hunter mumbled, internally hitting himself for his words. Y/n looked back at him, blinking for a moment before laughing. Hunter looked at them, confused. When they calmed down they spoke again.

"Yeah, I've heard that before. But the way I see it, if your not kinda weird your boring, and your not boring so your weird too. So, as Eda always says, we weirdos have to stick together.", Y/n smiled sleepily at Hunter, eyes closed. Hunter smiled and laughed quietly, feeling strangly comfortable in the other teen's presence after everything was out in the open.

"Y/n!", Gus's voice broke the moment, causing Y/n groan in annoyance and Hunter to laugh at them. Y/n grinned at him and motioned down with their head, towards Gus who was walking down the path.

"I was wrong, it was sixteen minutes.", Y/n teased, sitting up fully and shifting to sit right next to Hunter, shoulder-to-shoulder with him. "Your helping me, Gus, and Willow with the Flyer Durpy."

"I am?", Hunter half-questioned, grinned back at the teen, even if it was a little wobbly. Y/n cracked up, covering their mouth as they nod.

"Hell yeah, pretty boy. I opened my soul up to you, the least you could is help me with my only mission for the day.", Y/n held up quotation marks as they said 'mission', mocking the boy slightly. He blinked and huffed with a grin, looking back at the path as Gus walked away, still calling out to Y/n.

"Alright, I guess I'll help you. But you can't tell anyone who I am, the human told her friends about me, right?", Hunter was being half-rhetorical with his question, but Y/n still nodded with a playful grin.

"You want another Alias? What, that's three now?", Y/n teased him, elbowing his arm softly. Hunter chuckled nervously, smiling at Y/n.

"Flapjack recommend Caleb, but I can't think of anything else." Hunter scratched the side of his face, looking away from Y/n, seemingly embarrassed.

"Well, how about Caleb Passerine? Passerine is a family of birds from the Human world, and Flapjack looks like a Cardinal, one of the birds in the Passerine family.", Y/n spewed out the information quickly, seemingly getting flustered as they spoke more. Hunter stared at them, waiting for them to continue. When the didn't he tilted his head, confused.

"Aren't you going to continue?", he asked, his voice sincere. Y/n smiled at him and shook their head, looking down at Gus as he looks into nearby bushes.

"I'll tell you more later, if you're that interested.", Y/n smiled softly at him, readying thenself to jump down. Before they did they turned to Hunter, kissing his cheek. He turned to them, eyes slightly wide, as their face went hot and they jumped down. "Heya Gus!"

Hunter blinked, a hand on his cheek as he watched Y/n talk to Gus. Flapjack sat beside him, chirping something towards him that made his face go red.

"Q-quiet, Flapjack!"

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Author's Note: Yo, your local nonbinary author here with their first actual writing post! Of course it's with my favorite traumatized boy, Hunter! Sorry if anyone is out of character, we only really see a little bit of Hunter when he's just being a normal teenager, so I'm not 100% sure how he would act. Also, the ending is suppose to in a way mirror the Lumity cheek kiss, with Y/n being Amity (who kissed Luz's cheek and then rushed away flustered) and Hunter being Luz.

[topazy]

What we found

Pairings: John Murphy x reader x Emori

Warnings: none

Chapter: 4.03

A.L.I.E's island isn’t somewhere you thought you’d ever be, but here you were. As the others from Skaikru walked ahead, you stayed back to talk to Luna.

“I’m surprised gon ai op Yu hir. Ai thought you’d living au gon still na au gon sea.” I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d still be living at sea.

“Radiation poisoning don frag op Oso kru. Ai jos survived kos i’m natblida.” The radiation poisoning killed our people. I only survived because I’m Natblida.

“I’m fiya.” I’m sorry

“Mo nou don ron ai sadon op. Na kefa.” They didn't give me a choice. Be careful.

“Chomouda dula op emo gaf in bilaik drein au?” Why do they want your blood?

“Emo fig raun em na kep klin everyone. Y/N i’m telling Yu, don’t trust these kru. Don’t let emo get in chit Yu are.” They think it can save everyone. Y/N I’m telling you, don’t trust these people. Don’t let them know what you are.

You nodded. The only reason you agreed to go with Murphy and Emori was that making yourself seem useful might be the only way you survive.

The group halted when it reached a line. A boy named Miller looked confused, “what’s wrong?“

“A.L.I.E.'s rule,” Emori said, concerned. “No frikdreina past this line. I've never crossed it.”

Becca wanted to keep the mutants out, which was ironic considering she was more of a monster than any frikdreina.

Murphy crossed over the line and reached his hand out to Emori. “I’ve never met a line I wouldn’t cross.”

You smiled watching the kind gesture.

“All right, everyone. Let's go. We have a long walk ahead of us,” Doctor Griffin explained.

You looked up at the sky when a buzzing noise got closer. It was a drone. “We need to run!”

“Why? What’s the penalty for crossing the line?” the brunette girl asked

You never got the chance to answer as the drone started shooting at everyone it detected. Everyone took off running in different directions. The bullets got closer to you as the drone hovered above your head. Emori reached out and pulled you underneath a small tree for shelter. The drone hovered above for a few moments before flying away.

“Thank you.”

She let out a chuckle, “anytime.”

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After Luna took off, you split off into pairs to look for her. You ended up with Dr. Griffin. “Raven?” She spoke into the radio, “Do whatever you can to stop Luna from leaving.”

You frowned at the woman’s words, “why are you making her do this?”

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

You nodded, “I go by Cora.“

“I’m sorry, Cora,” she sighed. “But Lune is our only hope to save everyone. We don’t have another choice.”

“But if there was another way you’d let her go?”

“I wish there was,” she said sadly. “But I need to do everything I can to save my people. My daughter is one of them.”

You understand her reasons. She wanted to protect the ones she loved. Which is exactly what you needed to do. The older woman jumped back when you pulled a knife from your belt. For a moment, she seemed scared, but she watched as you cut your own palm.

You held your hand up to reveal your black blood. “If I do it, you won’t need Luna.”

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When you reached the outside of Becca’s lab, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to face Luna, who had a look of worry on her face, and said, “You can still back out.”

You shake your head, “I can’t. Not now,” you pulled her in for a hug. “This is how I repay you, by saving you the same way you saved me.”

She leaned back, “I hope all this is worth it.”

“I do too.”

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You’d never seen anything so modern and high-tech as the inside of Becca’s lab before. It was truly amazing.

Murphy stood beside you, “so you’ve decided to share your little secret.”

“And?”

“And nothing,” he shrugged. “I was under the impression you didn’t want anyone to know you were Nightblood.”

“Things have changed,” you said as you turned to face him. “I did it so Luna wouldn’t need to.”

“Yeah, and now Abby and Jackson are going to drain you dry.”

You chuckled at his words, “or my blood could help save everyone. Including you.”

“John, you need to come see this.”

Hearing the excitement in Emori’s voice, Murphy smirked. “Duty calls, try and not bleed to death.”

You scoffed at his comment. You liked Murphy. He was blunt but seemed to have a genuine caring side.

Abby appeared in front of you with a stressed look on her face. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

She led you upstairs to a separate area, where it was just you, her, and Jackson. You grimaced when you saw the size of the needles laying out.

Luna’s voice echoed in your head as she began preparing you. You hoped this was worth it.

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I wanted to write!!

I was bored and decided to start writing some Merlin fanfic over the summer!! This one takes place S1 Ep 5 “Lancelot” just before Lancelot leaves the city. Enjoy!! (or don’t, that’s cool too)

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Arthur found himself standing eerily still in the empty hallway outside of Gaius's chambers, wondering if he had hit his head a little too hard in the battle with the griffin last knight. It had been bright and sunny morning -- and��well past when Merlin should have woken him up -- when Arthur decided to go bid Lancelot farewell (and grab his lazy manservant on the way). In his short time knowing Lancelot, Arthur had developed a solid respect for the man, one that had not diminished with the uncovering of Lancelot's deception, and he felt as though he should send Lancelot off with goodwill in hopes that the loyal man would one day return. Yet, perhaps Arthur should have known better than to trust the knight -- now ex-knight -- so quickly.

He actually hadn't meant to eavesdrop on the conversation between his manservant and the ex-knight, fully intending on walking in without so much as a knock, but just as Arthur was reaching for the door, Lancelot posed a question:

“So Merlin, was that fake seal of nobility created with your magic as well?"

Arthur froze, hand still in the air. Certainly he couldn't mean-

"Yes, well, there was no way I was going to let you go home after you had worked so hard to be here, not for some outdated, stupid rule. I thought that if my magic could help you achieve your dream, perhaps everything would be alright. I should have known it’d take more than conjuring a copy of the noble seal. I’m so sorry Lancelot-"

"Merlin," a soft thump. "You did what you believe was right; you wanted to give me a fair chance. And to more cost to yourself than I realized! Merlin, you used magic in Camelot of all places on my behalf, and I am honored that you would go to such lengths for someone like me-"

“Someone honorable? Lancelot, you are noble, more so than many I've met. More so than many nobles.”

There was silence now, and Arthur used it attempt at collecting. He let his hand fall to his side from where it had still been raised towards the door, and thanked any higher power out there that the hallway had remained empty.

He hadn't known Merlin for very long, and to say that they had gotten off on the wrong foot was a gross understatement, yet in the time he had known Merlin, Arthur had found him to be brave and stupid, amongst other things, but a malicious sorcerer?

He couldn’t begin to fathom it. Yet, there was no denying it, was there? Merlin himself had admitted it. Merlin...

The boy in question began to speak again: "I use my gift in Camelot to protect Camelot, thankless a job it may be. And that includes all it's people, commoners and royals alike. Even though some would be better called royal asses."

Lancelot chuckles deeply at that. Arthur, despite himself, lets out a soft snort.

"You helped me saved Camelot. You did something very brave -- something that, to the best of your knowledge, may not have even worked -- and you ended up saving the prince!” He paused and quickly backtracked, “okay, okay. WE saved the prince. Nevertheless, you are brave Lancelot, and you are FAR to good-looking to think so badly of yourself."

As Lancelot laughed heartily, Arthur took a moment to reflect on everything that he'd heard over the past five minutes. Everything he had heard was damning, and there was no doubt in his mind that Merlin had magic. Yet the more he turned the conversation over in his head, the more difficult he found it to believe that Merlin meant him any harm. Merlin had many opportunities to kill Arthur, seeing as he was Arthur's manservant of all things (his father should REALLY interview servants instead of randomly hiring a commoner, honestly...), yet Merlin had put his life on the line for Arthur many more times than any other SANE person would have. Merlin saved Arthur from a sorcerer, warned him about the man with the snake shield, gave him the directions to defeat the creature poisoning Camelot’s water, and had just now helped defeat a griffin that had been terrorizing the city! And, if Arthur was reading Merlin's words correctly, the manservant had been helping Arthur even more behind the scenes.

Arthur didn’t know how to feel about that bit. He certainly didn’t trust Merlin now, but...

As voices approached the door, Arthur walked quickly down the hall, heading back to his chambers. He decided that for the foreseeable future, he would be keeping a close eye on his servant.

Hands clasped behind his back and switching to a more leisurely pace, Arthur allowed himself a small smile. He may not be able to trust his servant implicitly just quite yet, but at the very least, this would be interesting.

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And there you have it!! My first fic here!!! If y ’all like it, I’d appreciate the feedback. I may make this into a series if it tickles my fancy, but I may just stick with one-shots. Who knows what the future may hold? Have fun and goodnight!