#to have her ending be that a sibling is writing a blank check for her to do Whatever She Wants which is why he originally

[atopvisenyashill]

hey! i’ve been sort of lurking on your blog for a while, lol, but seeing you answer one of your recent asks abt some of your main theories got me curious enough to finally start a convo. so for the record, i was kind of ambivalent about sansa before reading some of your metas, and i’m still not really a jonsa believer, but a lot of things you’ve catalogued on ur blog did a lot to solidify sansa being lady of winterfell as a new member of my ASOIAF Endgame PredictionsTM, and seeing u answer that recent ask w all your separate bits of evidence collected together really sold it for me! quick question, though: i tend to skim-read long posts, so maybe i missed something, but did you say anything about why sansa would specifically end up as QiTN, rather than just lady of winterfell (still under whoever the next major ruler of westeros is)? i mean, especially if we do go ahead and assume that bran will end up as king in harrenhal, i don’t quite get why sansa would want to establish the north as a separate kingdom by seceding from her own brother? i suppose there’s the angle of wanting to honor what robb fought for, which certainly isn’t a bad motivator… but i think the remaining starklings, of all people, would be more likely to recognize (and focus on the fact) that robb’s main motivation in participating in the Wot5K was mostly just to avenge ned and secure the safety of the rest of his family. and even if the idea of finishing what robb started is a motivating factor, considering that asoiaf’s endgame is almost certainly going to be post-apocalyptic in some senses, i feel like whoever’s making these big decisions (even if that group does include some of the starklings, though it definitely will) would be more likely to prioritize trying to kind of return the world of westeros to something most resembling the previous status quo, which committing to splitting the kingdoms would maybe not really help with?

interested to hear your thoughts on all of this, thanks for reading :D <3

First - thank you for the compliment!!! I love to spread the gospel of Sansa As Ruling Lady In Winterfell lol, and it's nice to know I've convinced some people about some aspects of it! I have got to get better about adding a tldr at the ending though bc I too will sometimes just skim a post and queue it alsdjfla. (also validating each other on "the ending is going to be post apocalyptic" - YES that's what I've BEEN saying omg I do sometimes feel like some of the endgame predictions leave out that imo the last half of ados is going to feel very much like a post-apocalyptic type rebuilding!). Also sorry if this is kind of meandering, I wanted to organize it a bit more but that didn't work out lol.

But honestly okay - I go back and forth a LOT on whether Sansa is ruling lady of Winterfell or straight up Queen on the North. I’m still very undecided on it! I think it makes sense, narratively and just like logically that if Rickon is found he’s Bran’s heir in the South (both as a parallel to the Aegon/Viserys ending of the Dance and as a kind of neat bow tie on their story as brothers - they start the series being left behind in Winterfell and end the series choosing to stay behind but together in Harrenhal), then the girls are in the North as the Starks in Winterfell. Again, I think this is a parallel to Sansa/Serena & a play on the she-wolves of winterfell, but also, being the two oldest Starks, makes sense that Sansa is ruling lady and Arya is a sort of Hand (and like Rickon, potentially the one their line descends from but again - call me Sokka because I love to waffle!) But Queen in the North specifically? I think that's less clear than Sansa being ruling lady of Winterfell (which imo isn't just clear, it's the obvious answer for her story arc) though I still think there's a high probability of it.

First, let me get into the more conjecture side of it. Basically, I think part of the reason the kingdoms are going to split is because there will be some population and geographic changes after the Long Night/second war for the throne - I think I've mentioned it before I believe the Neck is going to "break" ie become flooded the same way the arm of dorne was "broken" and flooded and became the stepstones. This would make the North a lot harder to get to, geographically, which could further isolate them and want them to have their own monarch who is In The North and can make more snap decisions as they rebuild than Bran could all the way passed the Neck in Harrenhal.

I also think the Iron Islands are going to get fucked and Asha will lead a lot of her people to the mainland to settle, probably in the North due to them needing more population because they also got fucked - and two groups of people who are notoriously kind of isolationist coming together might prefer to stay partially disconnected from the main kingdoms. Which isn't to say they won't have contact with each other - I guess I was picturing like....idk a sort of EU thing lmao, or maybe a Narnia thing of like, open borders between the 2-3 kingdoms who are all allies and work together due to being on the same continent.

Of course, the breaking of the Neck (which is something I'm a lot more confident on - I think it's a guarantee tbh) could also drive the North back into the arms of the other kingdoms, as they need more help recovering from the Long Night and can perhaps offer help to the South as the South recovers from their wars. But anyways that's my geographic/logistical reason why I think the North might stay separated from the rest of the Kingdoms, even with a Stark King on the throne.

Now, in the previous ask, I mentioned her parallels to other Queens and some of the Queen imagery surrounding her - there's the abundant Naerys/Sansa parallels, and the Cersei/Sansa antiparallels. There's a bit of talk about how ~Sansa is good at queenly things~ and ~Joffrey was foolish to set her aside that feels (to me) like setup for her being a ruling Queen - no one can set her aside or disrespect her then, like Naerys and Cersei go through. Of course just paralleling a few Queens doesn't inherently mean she'll be Queen but I do think the emphasis on comparing her to queens is pointed - then again, imo there's also a lot of parallels between her and Princess Rhaena Targaryen of Dragon Twins fame, and Rhaena does not wind up a queen!

(there is also some parallels to historical queens there, most notably to Elizabeth of York, Queen of England and wife to Henry VII. Notably their marriage ended the War of the Roses, but I don't claim to be an expert there but I have reblogged some meta on that here and I'm sure there's others floating around).

There's also these two little bits here-

Ahead he glimpsed a pale white trunk that could only be a weirwood, crowned with a head of dark red leaves.

In their midst was a pale stranger; a slender young weirwood with a trunk as white as a cloistered maid. Dark red leaves sprouted from its reaching branches.

The first is from a Jon chapter and I think it could point to Bran or Sansa - dark red hair, pale skin, and a crown. The second one is what makes me think it points to either just sansa or both of them - that comes in a Brienne chapter. Again you have the pale skin (white as a cloistered maid) and dark red leaves acting as hair almost. To be honest, there's a lot with the Tully-Starklings having the coloring of a weirwood that's sort of fascinating in what it implies - perhaps that their roots are leading them back North, perhaps something more sinister re: Bran being eaten by a tree. I digress lol.

There's a few comments from Ned as well that feel like they might be foreshadowing-

“Brandon. Yes. Brandon would know what to do. He always did. It was all meant for Brandon. You, Winterfell, everything. He was born to be a King’s Hand and a father to queens. I never asked for this cup to pass to me.”

"Yet someday he may be the lord of a great holdfast and sit on the king's council. He might raise castles like Brandon the Builder, or sail a ship across the Sunset Sea, or enter your mother's Faith and become the High Septon." But he will never run beside his wolf again, he thought with a sadness too deep for words, or lie with a woman, or hold his own son in his arms. Arya cocked her head to one side. "Can I be a king's councillor and build castles and become the High Septon?" “You,” Ned said, kissing her lightly on the brow, “will marry a king and rule his castle, and your sons will be knights and princes and lords and, yes, perhaps even a High Septon.” Arya screwed up her face. "No," she said, "that's Sansa."

There's a lot made of that last one, about how Ned potentially lays out his kids endgames right there to Arya -

Lord of a Great Holdfast and sit on a King's Council - Jon Snow

Raise Castles Like Brandon the Builder - Bran

Sail a Ship Across the Sunset Sea - Arya

Enter the Faith and Become High Septon - Rickon

Marry a King, Rule His Castle, Sons will be {etc} - no, that's Sansa

Those comments stick out to me because imo Sansa & Arya's endgames will be a sort of mirror to Ned & Lyanna so it seems natural to me that some of Sansa's endgame would be foreshadowed in the chapters of her father the same as Arya's endgame is sort of anti-foreshadowed (idk how you would phrase that one lol) in Lyanna.

tldr i am much more confident in the idea that Sansa will rule Winterfell than I am in what title she will have while ruling. I do think there is some Sansa-as-Queen foreshadowing, in her comparisons to other Queens like Naerys, Cersei, and Elizabeth of York, and the way characters like Ned & Tyrion talk about how ~queenly~ she acts and how naturally leading under stress comes to her.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

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Chapter 2

Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Arraigned marriage AU.

Warnings: implied child abuse by Lant, a male doctor checks out your privates but not for the reason you’re thinking of, dried vaginal blood, a bit suggestive but the Reader hates it, a little hint of depression, vaginal pain. Please tell me if I miss anything. Dion also doesn’t show up in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the harmful and dangerous actions/behaviors that take place in this piece of FICTION. These actions/behaviors should not be normalized or romanticized as they are extremely toxic and dangerous.

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Chapter summary: you expected to wake up alone… just not to have a doctor walk through that door while your mind is scrambled.

Word Count: 2688k

Slightly edited.

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When you woke up, the sky was still dark, and you were alone.

Instead of your new husband, a throbbing headache is what greets you once your eyes flutter open. It feels like you were bashed in the head with a metal bat, left to suffer and die alone. In your new prison that was disguised as a mansion, designed to eat away everyone’s sanity.

Taints their morals black, dripping until they’re all bled out. Leaving nothing but a sadistic bitch, any hope of a better personality, a good worldview, broken before it could even form. But you’re not like them.

You were not raised here. You weren’t groomed into being daddy’s little weapon – not used as a means to an end. Not viewed as an object, nor were you expected to seduce the son of an enemy to get information. You were not raised in fear but with love, soft touches and words of genuine praise and concerned frowns.

Your mother wasn’t one of many wives. She didn’t cower in fear if your father was upset. She didn’t treat you as a steppingstone, guiding you into becoming something that would almost guarantee she wouldn’t be disposed of. Or treat you like a trophy only to throw you away once you lose meaning, didn’t have to fear that one day, your father would decide that you held no purpose, thus killing you off. She was a kind mother who didn’t turn a blind eye to her children’s suffering.

You had no beef with your siblings, either. There was no need to fight a bloody battle for the throne; no need to rise above each other to ensure you would see another day. No ‘teachers’ that would quickly kill you if you ‘failed’ in your father’s eyes. And despite the petty arguments and cold shoulders, your bond was strong – held together like glue.

Your father wasn’t perfect, but he was fair. He was loyal to a fault – didn’t let his eyes wonder. Neither did he raise his children to become thieves, contact killers, treat them like trash and objects. He saw beyond your ‘usefulness’ – saw a person and not a tool. He was gentle and loving.

Your family wasn’t perfect, nor will they ever be. But they were warm.

Just thinking about it hurts.

The banging inside your skull rips you away from your thoughts, tightly shutting your eyes as if it would take away the smothering pain. If anything, the extra pressure just makes it worse, like a hammer was bashing your skull open while ripping your skin.

Something hot and wet streams down your cheeks.

“Hic…hic… I want to go home…” quietly sobbing, you shove your face into the pillow. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, not having your new husband here. If he was…

‘… you look cute when you cry.’

“Ugh!” muffling your shriek of frustration and horror with the pillow, you curse the man in question. You can’t even cry in peace! Not when that idiotic, possibly incestuous, dense brute of a man is your husband. A husband who likely would want his bride to cry instead of smiling so brightly it could rival the sun!

Knock, knock

Your head snaps up at the sound of the knock. Ah, right. They most likely want to check the sheets, if they haven’t already. You bite your lip. How many hours has it been since the deed was done? The sky was still dark, so maybe only a few hours. Or maybe it’s around the time the sun will start to show its face.

Forcing yourself to rest on your knees, palms pressed against the mattress, you see the red stains beneath you. With heavy eyes you also look between your thighs – sticky blood that you didn’t bother washing away. Not that you could, there was no water nearby after the… event.

“Please excuse me, my lady.” A woman calls from the other side of the door, carefully opening it with a creak. The sound makes your ears bleed.

“Oh, you’re up,” she observes with surprise; it was obvious that she only called out by habit. You nod, unable to find your voice.

Her grey eyes rake over your nude form, from your puffy eyes to your bloodied inner thighs. You wonder how you look in her eyes. The nervousness only starts to kick in once she makes her way to you, her maid uniform swishing with each step. You sensed neither pity nor malice from her – she was simply doing her job. What exactly her job was you didn’t know.

Then, deep shame washes over you as she requests that you bare yourself to her. You felt dirty, tainted as you showed her the mess left between your legs and on the white mattress. Still, there was slight doubt clouding her eyes. You were told by both your mother and sister that the checker will always look at you with doubt, especially if your husband was nowhere in sight.

Even more so if there was no dried up white sperm between your legs.

Your hand tingles in disgust as the memory of jerking him off resurfaces. You never want to go through that again, never want to sleep with him again. Forgetting having a child – you can’t even take him.

“My lady,” she starts after some hesitance, “may I call the doctor in?” balking at her you don’t answer. Call the doctor. Why? Was it bad? Did it look fake? Did they want to open you up and make sure that the blood was from your vagina???

Just to see if you fucked that good for nothing bastard??

“M-may I ask why?” you stammer out, clenching the sheets below you. Did they really doubt you that much? Just because your forced-on-you husband left immediately afterwards.

The audacity.

You hold your tongue – she wasn’t your maid. You weren’t in your family estate now; you were in theirs. Like a parent waiting on their toddler to settle down, she remains quiet.

Once you’re of sound mind – as much as you could be – she answers with, “To check that everything went smoothly, my lady.” You don’t buy it. You can’t buy it when she looks at you expectedly, head held high and shoulders straight. After a beat of pause, you sigh out a ‘yes.’

“I’ll be right back. I’ll warm up a bath for you as well. It’ll help with the soreness.” And with that she’s gone, the door shut behind her. Your shoulders slump as you stare at the door.

Will Dion return?

…. probably not. He didn’t even spare you a second glance after he had cleaned himself. He had left without a word.

Besides, what would you do if he came back? Greet him like a loving wife? Hide underneath the covers like a ‘coward’? Sneer at him like he wronged you?

Knock, knock

“My lady,” the maid has returned, yay. “I have brought the doctor. We are coming in.” she doesn’t even wait for your permission. Hah. Then again, why would she? You weren’t her master.

What you see surprises and makes you wary.

The doctor – a young man with long red hair that was tied up, bangs framing his face – introduces himself as Ash. He bows while apologizing for coming, stating that the only woman doctor was on leave for her pregnancy. His honey brown eyes only show kindness.

You question it mentally. Why call in a male doctor for this sort of thing? Usually, at least back home, your parents would call for a woman doctor when it concerned…private matters. Sure, in your old, modern world, gynecologists could both be male and female. But this world is set in a different era.

Still, he’s most likely here to make sure the blood was yours and came from your nether regions.

Why else would he be here?

“It’s… nice to meet you. Apologies for the um… mess.” Voice getting smaller with every word, you close your legs and wrap your arms around your chest. It was natural, you tell yourself. Who wouldn’t feel uncomfortable being seen in the nude by the opposite sex?

You look to the side. Soft rays of light start to light the room; it seems that the sun has woken up.

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Ash gives a gentle smile as he walks to you, placing a suitcase on the floor next to the bed. Behind him the maid watches like a hawk. This family was known for employing strong personnel. Was she one of the strong ones?

Would she pin you down if you made a run for it?

“If you don’t mind, could you please lay on your back and spread your legs?” despite yourself, you follow his instructions, wanting to get this over with. While he readies his supplies or whatever, you ask him, “Are you checking to see if I faked it?”

“Fake what?” he questions back, confused.

“Losing my virginity.”

He coughs as saliva gets stuck in his throat, dumbfounded. At what, do you wonder.

“N-no, my lady. It’s clear that…” you could feel his stare at your sore core. “…that you, erm, had an…. eventful night.”

“Then why…?”

He coughs into his fist, not willing to answer. Silence falls over the room as the gears turn in your mind. Was this actually… a checkup? To ensure your ridiculously large husband didn’t rip and tear something open? Did the Agriche family care about such matters?

Tilting your head, you give it thought.

Lant has ten wives with multiple children. That was the reason he married them all, no? To produce children, little kids he could forge into weapons. To feed into his own ego, thinking that having more than one wife meant he was better, more desirable than other men.

If his wives suffered any physical damage to their nether regions, they wouldn’t be able to give birth.

You guess… it makes sense.

“Alright,” you break the silence while taking deep breaths to ease your mind. Accepting your theory as fact, you force your legs to relax. Everything is done for their sake, you remind yourself. To make sure that his favorite son hadn’t ruined your insides was to ensure that you could be kept around with a purpose. Right.

“…if I may ask,” you hear the doctor rummaging through his suitcase. “How painful was it?”  There’s uneasiness in his voice, cautious with his tone.

Truthfully, you don’t want to answer. You don’t even want to remember it.

“…it felt like I was being cut in half,” you answer. You jolt when you hear the snap of gloves. Was there going to be pain?

Subconsciously your legs close.

“My lady, do there is no need to worry; Master Lant’s wives have gone through the same process. It will be quick if you cooperate.” Right, right. Just relax. You need to relax.

It’s easier said than done when you feel something poking at you before spreading your folds open.

Ash left with a black eye and icepack, not blaming you for what happened.

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Even in the hot bath, you can’t force your hands away from your face.

You had kicked him! That poor man… to be fair, the gloves were cold. He wasn’t your husband, of course you’d react that way. It’s normal, right?

To kick someone in the face as they inspect your privates. Especially when you were still sore and mentally torn. Even more when he kept asking those embarrassing questions-!

‘Do you recall how long the pain lasted?”

‘Did the young master prepare you, physically? Hm, how?... you know, the usual with fingers and such.’

‘Did you tense during ‘it’? If so, then there’s a possibility that it could have added to the pain.’

“…Why?” your hands still cover your face even as the maid – you learned her name was Hana -washes your back with a rag.

“Why what, my lady?” She questions before ushering you to raise your harms. You only do so to get out of the water quicker. While nice, you were considering drowning yourself.

“Well… why must…” a wince is pulled from you as she helps pull you up; time to clean the dreaded area properly. You suck in a breath as she wipes down your inner thighs. The blood itself was cleaned before you even entered the bath – however, she was going to go in a second time. Just to be careful and sure, she told you.

She doesn’t comment on the purple bruises on your hips. Or the dried blood that was underneath your fingertips – Dion’s blood, to be exact. She doesn’t comment on anything. Just going about her day, doing what she was paid for.

“I-I… I’m just wondering why… it hurts so much…,” it’s a half lie – you’re also wondering why you were married to him.

Hana takes a minute to answer. “Biology,” is what she tells you. Well, she’s not wrong, but still…

“…Hana,” your head turns towards her once she has you sit back down. “Tell me, do you know what type of person he is?”

“Who, my lady?”

“Dion.” It’s hard to call him your husband out loud. It’s still hard to wrap your head around it. (Name) Agriche. The sound of it makes you sick.

Hana blinks at you owlishly, caught off guard. She opens her mouth only to close it immediately. Seems that she doesn’t know how to describe him. Which is fine, but you’d still rather hear her opinion. From reading the novel and webtoon, you know how Dion Argece is supposed to be.

But things aren’t following the novel and webtoon. At least, not completely. You’re unsure of how the events will unfold now that you entered the scene. He still looks young, and Cassis Pedelian attended the wedding as well. Meaning that the beginning of the series hasn’t started yet.

Where are you in the timeline?

“Young master Dion…” she trails off, trying to find the words. “He’s… he’s a good swordsman, and the most likely to become the heir of the Agriche family. He always comes out on top within the siblings. He is not the affectionate type, I’m afraid.”

Ugh. Like you would want any of his affection to begin with. You just want to be left alone. You hate the way he looks at you.

Like he knew you.

The shudder that takes over your body doesn’t go unnoticed. Hana dips her fingers into the bath water to check the temperature. She nods her head in satisfaction after retrieving them.

You wait for her to continue but she doesn’t. Guess that’s all you’re going to get out of her.

“I see. If I may ask…, do you know the reason for our marriage?”

“I believe it is because Master Lant wanted to strike a deal with your father, my lady.”

It should surprise you; you should have gotten up and screamed, asked her what she meant. Demanded that she tells you everything. But you don’t.

Instead, your eyes flutter close as you recall your conversation with your mother.

‘(Name), whatever they tell you… it’s only half true. So, thread carefully.’

You regret not asking what she had meant by that.

You sigh through your nose, worn out. Hana pours water over your head and readies the shampoo. The scent is familiar. Like lavender, your mother’s favorite that she passed onto you. It reminds you of home, back when you were a child, a teenager and finally, the seventeen-year-old girl you were months ago. Before news of a fiancé broke to you on your eighteenth birthday.

Your father didn’t tell you who it was right away. But the uneasiness in his eyes and the way his hands trembled while holding your shoulders should have worried you. But at the time you were too shocked to notice his odd behavior.

This familiar scent helps you relax. And you take the opportunity- after all, you’re in enemy territory.

From here on out, your survival is a priority.

“Oh, that’s right. My lady.”

“Hm?”

“Young master Dion will be joining you for dinner.”

Why can’t lighting strike you down right now?

[t-h-i-n-g]

“You make it kinda hard not to stare.”

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(jacob black x reader)

-chapter three- series-masterlist

summary: some people’s chip choices are just plain weird.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: awkward reunion (please trust the process guys they won’t always be so god damn awkward I swear) also ignore how shitty my writing is in this one. I’ve been in a car for 6+ hours and that’s when I’ve been writing this my mind is a little scrambled.

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“I never knew there could be so many off brand knock offs of Doritos,” you mumbled. “I mean come on ‘Not your chez,’ ‘cheesy chips,’ ‘papa cheddar,’ when does it end?”

“When the world does,” Edward sighed, taking a step next to you. His hands were in his pockets, figure slightly slouched. Bella approached next, taking in the colorful variety of almost borderline copyrighted snacks.

“Come to the next aisle. You’d be surprised by how many types of potato chips there are.” Humming you grasped a red bag into your hands and examined it. Bella brushed herself against Edwards sleeve, leaning back into him gently to which he did not protest.

“‘Flavor so good it will knock your socks off,’ Julia Simmons says. Well wow, guess I’ll have to blame Julia if these are ass,” you stated, tossing the chips into your basket. “What else is required for a Cullen movie night?” You asked looking back at Edward. His hand was placed at the base of Bellas back as he steered her to check out another entirely atrocious name for a Cheeto.

“Uhm,” the boy seemed to draw a blank. Brows furrowing, he looked at Bella like she was the expert on this subject. She rose her own at him, a slightly amused smile playing on her lips. Nose scrunching you watched the interaction not being able to shake the feeling that you were being left out of some sort of inside joke. Scanning the row, quickly Edward reached randomly for an interesting looking package and handed it to you, “…These,” he answered with a rather unconfident tone.

Your eyebrows rose and you looked at him unsure.

“The Cullens like to have… ‘Cola Chicken Crisps’ at their movie nights?”

Bella’s hand flew up to hide her snort. Clearing his throat Edward nodded.

“My sister has a weird craving for them every now and then,” he insisted.

“Sure…” you trailed off, hesitantly placing the bag into the basket.

Turning around swiftly, you turned to the next aisle. Not fussing too much on the hushed whispers that were sounding behind you as you went.

Bella had picked you up a half hour or so after her text. Thank god you didn’t wash your hair or it would’ve been a frizzy mess by now. Edward was a guest you were not expecting when watching his car pull up into your driveway. Bella waved to you with her signature tight lipped smile as you peered through your kitchen window. Not expecting to be leaving your residence, you rushed to pull on a pair of shoes.

Once you grabbed your bag and sat down onto the overly comfortable leather seats, the plans for the day were announced.

Edward stated some of his siblings were having a movie night which Bella was invited to and being the oh so considerate person she is, she asked if you could tag along. It was then after she asked she texted you.

There wasn’t much of a protest from you. Being familiar with the Cullen siblings was a definite help. A handful of times Bella and Edward had forced you to be acquainted by the pale lot. There was nothing that caused you to say no when the offer was presented.

Well none but the fact Rosalie high key tried using some sort of intimidation tactic on you more than once, which definitely worked. But the longer you knew the girl and the more you learned about her the fear slowly faded. Maybe it was still slightly present but that’s just details.

Edrard had greeted you with a quiet greeting as you entered the vehicle. You hesitated to answer however as there was a faint knowingness and doubt in his eyes.

Bella must have told him something.

Not dwelling on it too much you replied, buckling your seatbelt. Edward had pulled into the road, turning soon after into a local grocery store to pick up snacks. Though even if it was his idea he was not doing a lot of shopping himself. Looking lost he walked down aisles, always trailing behind Bella as she searched for things that interested her.

This isn’t the first time Edward had some something strange. Edward, you have learned, himself is just plain weird as it is. He’s a weirdo. Many of his actions are always thought through but at the same time unnatural if that makes any sense at all. But everything he does on his own makes no sense at all. The way he acted was a mystery on its own.

Forks as a whole was a weird town. Many people acquainted with the place seemed nervy and had their little quirks.

However you weren’t really one to judge as you too had your quirks. Just none of them were bad to the point where they had to do with eating chips that had chicken in their name.

Shaking your head from the thought forcefully, you busied yourself with any other slightly half decent option available.

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Jacob had mixed feelings about going into town.

On one hand there were instances where he could spend time with some friends at movie theaters and watch Quil nearly shit his pants at the Scream movie on Halloween. Or he can go to the arcade and see Paul almost get kicked out for getting too physical with the pinball machine.

Those were fun, sure.

But what isn't fun, is shopping. Specifically shopping alone. Even waiting for his dad to pick out what kind of noodles he wants even though he gets the same one every single time would be better than wallowing aimlessly through the aisles all on his lonesome.

Okay maybe he does have some sort of sense of direction as the list Billy gave him is his compass.

He wanted today to be a chill day. To just sit and lounge on the couch and the only movement he would be obligated to do was his own thumb, picking through the different channels with the remote.

But no.

Today is grocery day. Just like every second Saturday of every month.

The typical things were on Billy’s list. Milk, eggs, those wierd chips that smell like fish, and other necessities that will get the Black household through the next full moon.

Sighing to himself softly, Jacob picked up some strawberries and placed it in the cart. A handful of different produce already found it’s home in the metal enclosure. Taking out a pen and the slip of paper, Jacob clicked the ball point, pursing his lips while looking over the chicken scratch to see wich item looked the most like ‘strawberries.’

It was a shame Billy couldn’t make it today. The man stated he was sore and didn’t want the hassle of getting in and out of the truck to rest on his bones on top of the already apparent ache.

Jacob, being the loyal son he is, sacrificed his sanity to fulfill his fathers wish without a second thought.

However the feeling of lonesomeness never left his body. Jacob felt uncomfortable walking past the automatic doors when he first arrived. His heart rate picking up for unknown reasons as he set foot into the partially muggy atmosphere. It was almost as if something was itching him from the inside out.

Pushing the feeling deep down he focused on the the task at hand. Getting those disgusting weird ass chips his padre wanted.

-

This wasn’t cool at all.

It was times like this you knew being a third in any Bella’s and Edwards plans would be an automatic fail for anyone. The two had magically disappeared the moment you stepped out of their sight.

Panic settled into your bones at the thought that they abandoned you.

A finger sat between your teeth as you leaned back against a rack of lays orginals. Phone in hand you opened Bella’s contact.

Hey, where’d you guys go?

Biting across your nail anxiously you awaited for her response.

Just as when you went to hit the call button a notification sounded.

We went to the back to find something for supper. Meet you at the checkout?

Sure.

Pulling a 180 you followed the line of path to the cashier. When you went to text Bella again asking what her plan was for what to eat, you were cut off. Stepping back cautiously your phone nearly fell from your hand. The cart being the instigator at fault paused and it’s owner peered around the corner.

Just your luck.

It felt like your eyes widened comically. An apology hung up in your throat as Jacobs expression mirrored your own.

-

Just his luck.

He wanted a day to think. Just to process all of the recent events by himself. Why did he have to care so much about dumb groceries. He should have asked if he could wait till tomorrow. Should’ve faked a sickeness of some kind.

Well actually…

Maybe it wasn’t so bad since he finally had a good proper chance to look at you. You were really…

Pretty.

The frame of your face was held at just the right angle, your eyes fit it so well. The beauty marks dotted on your skin were cute. The shade of your skin was an oh so perfect tone. Your eye lashes kissed your cheeks every time you blinked, shielding the color the color that surrounded your irises.

The ache that he felt dulled into a quiet and content thrum as the words he wished to say were lost.

He should probably say something. And stop looking looking like a gaping goldfish. But he didn’t need to say anything at all as you broke first.

-

“…H-hi?” You greeted, hesitantly. Clearing your throat, you tried to get rid of the lump that automatically formed when he came into sight.

Jacob looked almost scared at first. Shock evident in his features, his jaw clenched. Slowly the fear melted into something softer.

This was the last place you expected to see him. For the fact it was so soon as well was another thing.

A rather awkward atmosphere filled between you both. Jacob had yet to stop staring. It seemed he was taking his time to look at you. His eyes darted across your face.

If he could have a staring problem then you could too.

He was still as handsome as yesterday. However with closer inspection the bags under his eyes were more prominent.

“Are you okay?” You offered trying to break the tension wich was almost suffocating.

“W-what?” He asked. Like he didn’t hear you.

“Are you alright?” You tried again. Taking a second to answer, he nodded slowly almost as if he was trying to convince himself.

“Yeah… yeah I’m good.”

Biting your lip you looked around hoping something would pop out to tell you what else you should say.

“I’m really sorry,” Jacob suddenly blurted out. “For yesterday, yknow.”

“Oh no it’s fine. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you stated, with a dismissive wave of your hand.

“No, I should’ve stayed to… talk to you about it.”

There it is.

The unspoken moment you wanted to bury in a confused bundle to let it reminisce inside you for the rest of your days.

“Well I don’t even know what ‘it’ is, so it’s all alright.”

Another split second of panic washed over the boy before he concealed himself once more.

“Yeah… right.”

-

Screw the not wanting more time to think what the hell he was gonna do. How is he supposed to tell you you’re stuck with him for the rest of his life?

Never had Jacob ever felt at such a loss of words.

Never has he ever felt this much awkward tension with someone and he’s been stripped down to his underwear in front of Bella’s dad before.

This felt like next level shit.

He wished there was more time to explain. More time for him to understand his own feeling and ask you were you stand with yours.

But that’s another thing. He doesn’t even know you and yet he still feels like he’d step in front of a semi if you’d ask.

He wished he had the option to take things slow.

To start from the beginning properly and to not force anything.

Time, he just needs time to slow down.

He needs more time to think.

He needs more time to process.

He needs more time.

“Uh, yeah so-“ he stopped himself short. He could sense them before he could see them. All the jumbled thoughts in his head freezing in a single moment.

-

Jacob cut himself off, whipping his head around automatically just as Bella and Edward came into your view. Jacobs shoulders tensed.

The line “Well, you don’t like my lover Jacob and you don’t like me talking about him either so that’s why,” flashed over your mind from the previous night.

Bella was the first to speak.

“Jake, hey.”

The boy didn’t respond.

Though you couldn’t see his face you knew that there must have been a not so happy expression covering it.

Edward's hands still remained in his pockets as he rocked back on the balls of his feet.

“Out shopping?” He asked, tilting his head in the direction of Jacobs cart, an offer to plant some sort of civility.

“No, not at all,” Jacob joked but the way he presented the phrase made it sound not very humorous. Edwards jaw clenched ever so slightly.

And you thought your and Jacobs tension was bad.

“We were coming to get Y/n to check out. If you’re ready too Jake, you wanna come?” Bella offered. She obviously has been a peace keeper of these exchanges a handful of times before you noted. Both boys’ attention drew to her. For a moment it seemed she was having separate conversions with each of them.

“I just got to grab some chips then I’m good,” Jacob stated in a quieter less intense voice.

Your brows furrowed as he turned back to you as if the encounter you two just had never even happened. Carefully he stepped beside you and with the tips of his fingers, nudging you to the side with a quiet, ‘ ‘scuse me,’ falling from his lips. Fireworks danced on your skin from where he had touched while you watched as Jacobs face scrunched slightly at the contact. His shoulders relaxed then tensed again as he quickly grabbed a bag from behind you.

Tossing the snack into the cart he huffed out a breath and took hold of the bar.

His eyes met yours briefly before nudging his head in the direction behind him. Signaling for you to step ahead of him before he followed after you. Edward and Bella lead the way toward the register.

You nervously ran a hand across your arm, unsure about the way Jacobs mood and actions could swing from one pole to another so quickly.

The quiet squeak of the broken wheel on the cart preoccupied your senses in the meantime of your pondering.

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[raccoonscribbles]

hello! i love your writing and i don’t think it’s cringe-y at all :) i was wondering if i could request a yandere!peter pevensie x reader where it’s an arranged marriage, or he really wants to marry her or something. you can write whatever you feel comfortable with! i also think it’s very cool that you’re mormon, i have some mormon cousins! have a great evening <3

mentions of an older sibling(not given a gender) and I used she/her pronouns. I also wrote the reader as kind of stubborn but also gullible, and she wears dresses nothing else ebcause she is a “proper princess”

I may make a part 2((with multiple endings)) because this made me really hapoy

mentions of; braid-able hair, drugging of a drink, gaslighting, love bombing, check tags for more

“Mother! I find it unfair that I’m marrying a man I just met!” Y/n groaned, “Nor do I like him! He’s a lunatic! He’s killed so many kingdoms just so he could rule! I’m not marrying him, he just wants this one!”

“You will marry him whether you like it or not! Your older sibling is going to rule this kingdom, meaning you will need somewhere to go. Stop complaining and let me braid your hair!” Her mother cried, “I don’t care what you think! I will say where you go! The ball is tonight and I expect you behave and are sweet to him. Or you are in serious trouble!”

“Yeah, whatever, just hurry up!” She whined.

•••

Y/n walked into the ball, not knowing she was going to the first girl there.

“Y/n!” Peter grinned, running up the stairs to her side.

“How are you, love?” He asked.

“I’m well,” she said, trying to walk past him.

“Darling, where are you going?” He acted calm, but was quite furious.

“I was going to get a drink,” She really wanted one of those cookies, they looked delicious.

“Oh, here, follow me, I’ll get you something in a second,” He grinned at her, then winked at the guards.

The guards shut the doors, no one else in there but them.

He had her sat on his throne.

“I find this unprofessional-“

“We’re going to be husband and wife, why should we be professional?” He laughed, kissing her.

He got her a drink and a plate of cookies, right next to her, standing.

She tried to act offended, but she was so glad.

“Do you want anything?” She asked, kindly.

“I’m alright,” he chuckled, “I ate before.”

She took a sip, then split it on her dress.

“Oh..” she seemed said.

“It’s alright, I’ll get you a new one, would you like a jacket.”

“A new dress? Oh, it’s alright. They are so expensive-“ She blinked, her head blanking for a second, then taking another sip of the punch, “This tastes so good.”

“Nothings to expensive for you,” He kissed her forehead, she smiled, then fainted into his arms, he took the drink from her.

He lifted her up into his arms, taking her out of the ballroom and into his bedroom, laying her onto the bed.

•••

Y/n woke up, groaning.

Peter sat at her side, she turned her head to him.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“What?! Why am I in here?!” She got up, still dizzy, but ready to fight.

“You fainted, I brought you in here, do you feel okay?” He asked.

“I fainted? From what?” She got up, glaring at him, in her underdress.

“Don’t be rash, you’ll get hurt.” Peter said.

“I’m not being rash! I’m trying to save myself from you! You’re a psycho aren’t you?” She was at the door, he grabbed her, hand over her mouth.

“A psycho?” He held her, she was fighting.

“I’m the HIGH king of Narnia, my love. We get married tonight, aren’t you excited?” He squished her cheeks, grinning, she was terrified.

—

totally just noticed mistakes lol, updated 4/21/24

[foxwitchaine]

Which is your most loved character in Miraculous Ladybug?

Buckle up, buddy, it's gonna be a while. Or not, given how the showrunners treat the cast. Let's just say that before Season 3 aired (cough, Chameleon, cough) I was rather indifferent to most of the cast. But now that it's been about five seasons going on six, I've got a better understanding of who (read: what the writers want) the characters are. All the pomp and circumstance aside, let's get to it

1.) Marinette Dupain-Cheng

I'm cheating a little, I know. But girlie gets so much crap thrown at her in the show, I just had to give her a little love. Never mind the fact the writers seem to have it out for her just for existing (which is a whole other can of worms I won't touch). Matter of the fact is, I see myself a lot in Marinette. I too stress myself out by overthinking the simplest things and need my partner Rafe to help bring me down to earth. I think Marinette is an excellent protagonist who is treated unfairly by both the fandom at times and the writers. But mostly the writers.

At the same time, though, I won't sugarcoat her flaws. Flaws are what makes characters feel human. No, they don't need to do things that sink them to unlikable levels (the stalking allegations towards Marinette by the fandom). But little mistakes like talking before thinking, missing the mood of the room, not always checking the time, things like that we do every day. What I can't wrap my head around is why the writers have given her Qrow Branwen levels of bad luck in her everyday life. It's very Wattpad-levels of writing skill (I say this knowing full well I've published The Wolves in the Woods on Wattpad).

Marinette deserves better than what the writers have done to her.

2.) Luka Couffaine

I won't lie. I was rather lukewarm to Luka when he was first introduced. He didn't quite make an impression on me when he first debuted. However, in light of the recent red flags shown by the canon love interest Adrien, he's unironically proven himself to be a better match for Marinette. It might just be me personally, but I'm not fond of overly aggressive suitors. I like men (yes, men; age myself, why don't I) who treat their women with respect. Which includes taking "no" for an answer. Luka is a strange case where the secondary love interest fits the MC better than the canon love interest. And for that, I place the blame entirely on the writing team.

Because seriously. How do you make a secondary love interest match your heroine better than the official one? It's mind-boggling.

And again, thanks to the writing of the show, Luka's personality is pretty much a blank slate. What little there is, the fandom has pretty much turned into a better character than what we see on the show. I find it very telling overall that the fandom prefers Luka over Adrien when it comes to matching Marinette with someone.

3.) Juleka Couffaine

Yet another one who was done so dirty by the writers. Juleka, alongside Rose, is one of the few classmates who I don't like reading about in salt fics since, like most of Bustier's class, she's not inherently a bad kid. She, like so many of the other female teenagers in the show, get the short end of the stick in terms of writing (I can't be the only one seeing a pattern here). I find Juleka's aspiration to be a model despite her shyness to be a very compelling storyline... in the right hands, given what we saw in Reflektdoll. Again, had it not been for Alya wrecking things, we could have seen a plot where Juleka got to come out of her shell on her own. It's a pretty logical next step after overcoming her photo curse in Reflekta, but the writing team is allergic to writing compelling female characters.

I also really love her relationship with her brother Luka. But then again, I'm a sucker for well-written sibling love.

What many writers, not just in Miraculous Ladybug, miss is that male-female relationships don't always have to be romantic. More often than not, you can write a really compelling male-female relationship without going the romance route. Like best friends, siblings from another mother, heck even adult friendships.

There were so many ways they could've handled Juleka's character instead of what they did.

4.) Kagami Tsurugi

Speaking of patterns I've noticed...

Jokes aside, Kagami is another one done dirty by the writers. And it all boils down to the fact she was literally created to be Adrien's substitute girlfriend. I wish I was kidding. I can feel the bile in my throat as I write this out. Kagami ties with Marinette on "most screwed over by the writers" alongside Chloe, but I'd rather see them be friends and ditch Adrien altogether.

Why can't female love rivals be friends instead of bitter enemies. But then again, female rivalries tend to be rather nasty in real life, too. See how many women competed against each other for the position of queen in olden times. Or queen consort. Whatever position of power there was available to women at the time. Or whatever accomplishment there was to be had. Anyways, this isn't the first time girls have been pitted against each other for a guy in fiction, and it unfortunately may not be the last.

Just like Marinette, Kagami deserved better than what the writers did to her.

5.) Nathalie Sancoeur

She's an icon. What can I say? Nonsensical "romance" with Gabriel aside, Nathalie's one of the few female characters who stands out from the Miraculous Ladybug cast without the aid of a man. I know. Very telling, isn't it. Not just her design, but her personality, too. I find Nathalie to be more of a charismatic villain than Gabriel, tellingly enough. It's not just how she helps him commit acts of evil. But how she's very cool and level-headed in what she does. Even her kinder acts, such as convincing Gabriel to let Adrien attend school (wow, not doing yourself many favors, Gabe) are met with cool indifference.

If that's not a recipe for an iconic villainess, I don't know what is. But like everything else, she was butchered by the writing team.

Seriously. Do they have something against strong women or something? I've never seen a supposed girl power show treat their female characters with such contempt before. Even allegedly problematic shows like Puella Magi Madoka Magica didn't have this problem (I say allegedly because it's subject to opinions I might not share).

Honorable Mentions

None this time, because MLB has very few actually likable characters.

[gaybananabread]

13. Sneak Attack Amity attempts to get her siblings back for their tickling cheer ups to her but in the end gets easily overpowered.

TickleTober Day 13 - Sneak Attack

Is it just me, or have I written pretty much the same scenario three times now? Hopefully there’s been improvement between them (>m<). Busted this thing out the night before I left town, so I’m sorry for any grammatical errors. I’m kinda straying away from TOH, so I might be taking it off my list. Still, thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Amity

Lers: Emira, Edric

Summary: Amity tries once again to get her siblings back for their tickly attacks. The twins catch on, quickly putting a stop to her plan with one of their own.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Amity was sitting at her work desk, tapping a pencil against her blank homework. She really didn’t feel like writing the essay, her mind wandering elsewhere. She had a good week to work on it, plenty of time to do it.

The purple-haired witchling’s thoughts drifted, various topics coming and going. It was fun to just zone out and think for a bit. Fun…a distant memory resurfaced, one from a good few months ago. Her siblings were messing with her and, once again, reduced her to a giggly puddle. Come to think of it, she never did get them back…

The distant look on her face slowly became a smirk, a plan formulating in her mind. The twins were sneaky, but they couldn’t win every time. It was her turn to finally get some well-deserved vengeance.

…

Amity set the abomination trap, checking to make sure that everything was in place. Her plan was foolproof. She would lure Emira in, call the abomination on her, and finally get her revenge. Edric would have to wait, he was doing his own homework anyways. 

“Em! I need some help here!” As planned, her sister ran into the room to see what was wrong. When Emira saw the small yet shit-eating grin on her sibling’s face, she knew something was up. Best to play along with it, see if she can turn the tables. 

Emira walked closer to her sister, stopping just a few feet away. “What’s up, mittens?” Amity sighed, biting the inside of her cheek. Just a bit closer…

“Just…wanted your opinion on something. Can you come over here?” If she hadn’t already known, that would have told her something was up. Taking a look around, she saw a bit of abomination goo on the carpet. So that’s what her plan was… Em could work with that. 

She walked up to her sister, shoving her back at the last second. Emira wasn’t as good with abominations as her sister, but catching Amity off guard helped her get the jump on the younger witch. She activated the abomination trap, using it on the one who planted it. “Sneak attack!”

Amity yelped, feeling her trap being used against her. She was so close! Before she had a chance to protest, she felt fingers dancing across her belly. “E-EHEMIRAHA! COHOME ON, NOHOHOT AHAGAIN!” 

Oh, it was too perfect. Amity had yet to figure out that there was no besting the twins. Even if it was just one of them. Speaking of which…

“Who’s wrecking Amity, and why wasn’t I invited?” Edric came down the stairs from his room, a smug grin on his face. He knew exactly what was going on, and planned to get his turn. 

Emira waved him over, drilling into Amity’s belly button and making her squeal. “You’re a little late, doofus. Here, help me with her pits. She’s too wild to get all by my lonesome.” Ugh, that stupid voice… Every time they teased her, each twin would use this cocky, smug tone to drive her nuts. “DOHON’T YOUHU *DAHAHARE*!”

That got a snort out of the older teen. Her threat was more adorable than anything, with all the laughter. “Sorry mittens. Twin Law, gotta help if she asks.”

Those evil little- “GYAAA! NOHOHOHO!” Amity thrashed in the goopy restraints, any and all thoughts of insults being drowned out by ticklish agony. Both her worst spots being attacked at the same time was awful enough; then the teasing started.

“Aww, poor mittens. You’d think she would’ve learned by now~ There’s no getting payback on us.” Emira’s nails paired with Edric’s gentle squeezes and pokes were sending her into a tickly tizzy. She regretted making her plan so “foolproof” now that she was stuck in it. Not only was it proof that her plan was not as solid as she would’ve liked; it also kept her firmly in place and at the mercy of her evil siblings. 

A snort interrupted her laughter, Ed’s fingers nailing the center of her underarms as Em drilled her nails into her belly button. It was an extremely unfair combo. “NYAHOHOHO! GUHUHUYS!” 

Edric actually felt a bit bad. They had wrecked her a good few times, constantly denying her any retribution. “Do we have to be so mean, Em? She kinda does deserve to get us back, even if it’ll never happen.” He turned his eyes back to Amity, chuckling. “ A+ idea on your plan, by the way. Execution…needs some work.”

She was too lost in laughter to care. Ed finally gave into his less-cruel thoughts, moving his fingers up to her neck. Amity’s laughter eased up a bit, though squeaks and occasional snorts were added to the mix. “Pl- snort pleHEHEASE! IHIT’S- thihis isn’t fahahahahair!”

Emira wanted to continue the evil attack, but Edric gave her the “c’mon” look. Sighing, she switched to rib-pokes. “You’re lucky Ed’s gone soft. I would’ve been fine making you squeal, little sis~”

“Youhuhuhu *squeak* you bohoth suhuck!” Amity’s battery was already pretty drained from their initial attack. Em had no reason to be so cruel, other than her own entertainment. Maybe it was the big sister instinct to torture their little siblings. She honestly couldn’t tell you; all she knew is that it sucked to be on the receiving end. 

The rib pokes and neck tickles weren’t half as bad as their previous tickle-hell-combo, but it was still sending those annoying butterflies into her stomach. Being tickled by her siblings was fun, to an extent. They had reached that extent. “Cohohome ohon! snort Plehehease?” 

Okay, time to be the merciful brother… Edric pulled his hands away from her neck, backing up to admire their work. Once again, they’d reduced their sister to a blushy, giggling mess. He knew Em would take some convincing to quit, though. Her and her ler moods…

“Em, c’mon, don’t kill her. She’s had more than enough.” When she rolled her eyes and ignored him, he grabbed her by the sides, squeezing as he dragged his twin away from their exhausted sibling. Emira, not expecting the sudden jolts to her sides, practically squawked, whipping around and batting his hands. Her focus on the abomination restrains wavered, the purple sludge melting back into the trap box and releasing their youngest sibling. “Uhuhugh…th-thahanks Ed…”

Emira’s cheeks were red, though not nearly as much as her sister’s. The older teen scoffed, jabbing her brother in the ribs before turning back to Amity. “Okay, fine. Maybe I did take things a smidge too far. BUT- I’m all done now. Soooo… Blight siblings cuddle pile?”

One though simultaneously crossed both Edric and Amity’s minds in that moment: seriously? She had just gotten done wrecking Amity’s shit, and she immediately wanted a cuddle pile? Still, some cuddly aftercare would be nice… Screw it.

“F-fihine. I get to pihick the movie, thohough.” Em could live with that. Sure, Amity only ever picked cheesy RomComs, but it wasn’t horrible. At least it wasn’t one of Ed’s gruesome slashers… Even she had her limits. “Okay, that’s cool. Ed, burrito-ify mittens and meet me on the couch.”

And turn her to a burrito he did. Edric grabbed one of the fluffier blankets from the nearby chair, wrapping his younger sister up and carrying her to the couch. Amity huffed, but didn’t protest the movement. She loved the attention, as silly as it was. 

Tossing her on the couch, Ed sat down and tugged Emira over to them. Pretty soon, all three Blight siblings were curled into each other, the TV ready for some cheesy-movie action. Amity had, predictably, chosen a romantic comedy about two witches in love, each a coven head. The plot was okay, but some of the corny scenarios made Edric cringe and Emira fake-gag. Amity was eating it up, though, so it was kinda worth it.

The trio continued to relax together, winding down from their chaotic day. Eventually, they passed out, cheesy RomCom number three still playing in the background. Their father entered the home about an hour later, a soft smile forming at the sight. He definitely didn’t take a picture for his private Penstagram account. These kids…

[demonio-fleurs]

i was tagged in a 20 Questions meme!

sorry for taking so long to respond, i can be kinda lazy sometimes and was waiting to be able to use my laptop <3 but ty for the tag @iam-jacks-redacted-information !!!

let's dive right in!

1 ) How many works do you have on AO3?

28!

2) What’s your total AO3 words count?

120,637 (owo)

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Red vs Blue, Spider-Man, World of Warcraft and SPYXFAMILY are what are listed on my ao3 profile. I've done my most amount of work in the RvB fandom, but i've also written a LOT for The Hunger Games, Torchwood, and (sadly) Harry Potter and Twilight. Just... not on ao3.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Next Time Around which is an RvB rewrite w/ Tex surviving outside of the Epsilon memory unit, instead of being erased by Church at the end of s9 (which i still need to rewrite and finish waaah) Closure which.. I genuinely don't remember writing. Scars which I wrote on behalf of someone who wanted more non-sibling Carwash fics a cup of coffee in the morning which I wrote after a desire to see more of Wash's tastes/interests changing after the implementation of the Epsilon AI it's all in your head aka, a cute lil thing I did for fifteen minute ficlets that I need to get back into for SPYXFAMILY and twiyor.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes and no. It depends! I am an awkward person so if I know how to reply, I usually will especially if it's something i can answer! However, if it's something where i can't really think of a good response I might just leave it, or come back to it later.

6) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh... i tend to not write angsty endings. I like happy endings, I like knowing that despite everything, happiness can still be found. Like I LOVE angst, but I also like rewarding myself with some happy endings.

but one time I wrote about Cinna's death from THG so.... does that count?

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I've never finished it, but my intended ending for Next Time Around was to have Tex going to Allison's grave on Earth with Carolina and Wash and laying down Forget-Me-Nots, before going back to live out the rest of her time with the Reds and Blues.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Never directly, but I also don't really remember a lot of 2015-2018 because of cringe :'). I do think a lot of Peter/gwen fics got indirect hate from peter/mj fans which sucks because Peter has TWO hands!

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have orphaned most of my smut fics, but yes. I have done some basic ass vanilla guy eats out a girl stuff, but my favorite is the kinky sapphic smut. If you ever stumble upon a Tex/Emily Grey smut fic by an orphaned account, that was me :)

10) Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, they're just not for me.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but last time I checked in 2021 someone had stolen my fucking background/about section from Tex RP blog and that was a COMMON problem I had in the RvB RP fandom on here. So. much. fucking. theft. of. my. god. damn. about. page.

And I put hours of work into it. Hours. It was detailed, and people just keep fucking stealing it somehow.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I am aware of!

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

errrr...... Trying to rack my brain but coming up with a blank. i've written fics as favors/gifts for people though! Usually a "I have this idea and no idea how to write it help me pls Ange" thing

14) What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Church/Tex. Something about the inherent doomed by the narrative of it all, how no matter how hard Church tries to pull her close she always drifts away from him, the levels of love and trust they have towards one another.... Like they are DOOMED lovers but also they kinda both know that and that's what makes it so difficult.

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I really really wanna go back and re-do and finish Next Time Around, and after playing NieR Automata that desire is even more present. but also, one piece is my current hyperfixation so I have no idea if I ever will.

16) What are your writing strengths?

oh. oh god. oh. um. hm.

Probably my short, punchy sentences. Where not a whole lot is being said, but the impact is still really strong and the emotions of what I'm trying to impart are impactful.

Also, my inner character monologues. I love that shit. Lemme open up their mind and tell you their entire secrets

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Combat and physical descriptions B)

Combat is just... Idk. So much going on and it's so hard and you have to be really good about the descriptions and the motions and movements or else it's all a mess. And physical descriptions just... I'm a byproduct of the cringe era so I always worry about how my descriptions will sounds T-T

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

/shrug

I have never attempted to create my own fictional language, and I probably never will. It just isn't for me. I am planning on trying to pick Japanese back up, as when I was a wee child I knew it fairly well, but lost it as the years went on.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Shugo Chara! or Sailor Moon

20) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Next Time Around is my current magnum opus but it also unfinished and I have no idea when I will pick it back up.

And that's a wrap! Thank you again @iam-jacks-redacted-information for the tag!!! I appreciate it, and i loved reading through your responses! Plus it made me go back through my old ao3 archive and see what I have written which I haven't done in a minute.

Anyways <3 if you wanna play this game please feel free to, and tag me in it! I always feel awkward tagging bc I still don't know a whole lot of people on here anymore QwQ

[omori-aus-archive]

A/N: Okay, admittedly, this chapter is kind of off in how Sunny enters Mari's Headspace, but I honestly don't know how else I could write it....

A/N: This has been proofread and given the green light to post. And regardless, this will be the only time this method is used/featured, so if you don't like it, you don't have to worry.

Chapter II: Siblings, Catching Up….

Mari and Sunny ended up going to the park, sitting down as Sunny asked, “Why…are you so much taller…?” “No idea….” Mari admitted. “It feels like I’m still “aging” despite being dead. I mean, I look 19 now….”

She then looked at her attire with a blank expression, “Same goes for my lack of legs.”

The dead boy gave a small nod, before hesitantly asking, “How much…do you know?” “About what you all were up to?” The dead girl asked, receiving a nod from her brother.

The older sibling laid on the ground with a melancholic expression, “For Basil and Hero…not much. Hero was at college and Basil…could only see me as…THAT monstrosity.”

“As for you, yes, I knew a lot.” She added, deliberately choosing not to discuss Omori. “As for Kel and Aubrey, I also knew, but I don’t know what their mental status was like.”

“And as for my high school friends, it’s…hard. I…couldn’t bring myself to check on them….” She admittedly, guilt wavering in her voice. “I felt like…I couldn’t face them after what happened….”

Mari stared into the sky, “I don’t know if you can encourage me to go see them….”

Her brother gave a sad expression. It seemed like Mari was struggling just as much as he had…and since she was dead, she no longer had any reason to suppress or hide her pain.

It’s like she was being herself once again….

“I think that’s enough about me….” Mari said, looking at Sunny. “You’re…dead now….” Already a heavy topic to discuss…. But it needed to be discussed eventually.

“What happened…?” She asked in a whisper.

Sunny lowered his head, laying down next to Mari and resting beside her. “Couldn’t…stop it…. Guilt was too strong. Anxiety over possibilities was…too much to handle.” He answered honestly.

“Don’t know…if Omori or my headspace is around….” He sighed. “Don’t know if I’m ready…to face the others again after everything….”

The girl gave her brother a sad expression.

Even though his headspace became a prison…it would seem that, paradoxically, he needed a headspace to calm himself.

A temporary safe haven. Or some sort of equivalent.

….

….

Mari sat up, before hesitantly suggesting, “In that case…would you be alright in spending time in my headspace for a little bit?”

Sunny sat up and tilted his head, surprised by his sister's words, "You have...a headspace...?"

Mari nodded, scratching her scalp awkwardly, "Um, yeah.... I...kinda struggled during the first year of my...afterlife, so I ended up creating a headspace."

"It...was the only thing keeping me sane for a while." She explained. "When you have no one to talk to...and the people who love you can...only see you as this...CREATURE...."

She trailed off, an exhausted expression plastered on her face, unable to find it in her to continue.

Her brother lowered his head, curling up against her and holding her hand.

He felt guilty. Because both he and Basil were hallucinating Mari as this...shadow-like entity.

....

....

A few minutes of comforting silence passed, before the boy asked, "If it's okay, can I...go in and explore it...? Just for a while?"

Mari chuckled with a faint smile, "Of course.... Let's try and do this thing." "Um, if I may, do you care as to how you enter my mindscape?" She asked.

Sunny just shook his head.

The dead girl gave a small nod, giving a shaky breath as she placed her hand on her brother's chest, forcing it inside and grabbing his soul.... And just like that, Sunny's physical appearance instantly faded into a small ball of dim yellow light.

Mari wasn't sure if Sunny could see, feel, or speak anything.... But even so, she tried to be as considerate to his comfort zone as possible.

She didn't want to repeat her past mistakes of pushing him to his breaking point.

Taking several deep breaths, Mari opened her mouth wide and inserted her brother's soul, feeling it essentially burn the inside of her maw.

It took her longer to work up the courage to actually swallow Sunny’s soul, before she collapsed onto her back with a shaky breath.

She looked down at herself, noticing that her body had increased luminescence, likely because of her brother’s soul roaming within her corporeal form. She could see it essentially orbiting around her own soul, rather than amalgamate with it.

It’s weird…and yet, the dead girl couldn’t help but feel her soul growing warmer. Not just because her brother’s soul was beside it….

…But because she felt like she was able to protect Sunny...from anything and everything that could potentially harm him….

It felt…nice. Being able to truly protect him and give her a sort of safe haven.

There was the issue of whether or not he’d find out how he got into her headspace, of course. Mari gave a small chuckle, relaxing a little as she closed her eyes.

She’d try to find a better means of giving Sunny access to her headspace later. Right now, it was time to give the boy a tour of her own cranium.

Omori: Kindred Spirits (Bad End AU by pyroanime2k16)

A/N: My last multi-chapter Omori fic for a while. Pic is a comm from @zipsunz, who gave me permission to post and share it for this AU. Specifically using the watermarked version to prevent art theft.

Chapter I: Siblings, Together Again….

Mari didn’t have a choice but to wait now….

All her efforts to help Sunny forgive himself for her accidental demise were now in the balance. He was in a hospital bed now…due to a confrontation with Basil….

She was scared….

Scared that Sunny wouldn’t make it to see the next day. Scared what might happen after he told everyone the truth of what happened to her.

The dead girl couldn’t do anything else though…besides waiting. And so she went through the hospital, hoping that their mother would come by and visit.

Maybe…. Maybe their mom could help Sunny more than Mari was able to do…in her ghostly form.

….

….

She HATED having to wait. She hated having to leave this all up to chance.

But she didn’t have a choice now….

She did all she could.

She could only pray that things would work out for the best this time….

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The dead girl felt like she was in a nightmare…. Or my own personal Hell, for that matter.

It started with her realizing that Sunny was missing from his hospital bed. Then it led to her discovering him heading up to the room.

And just as she tried in vain to grab the boy and prevent him from jumping off the roof…

….

….

Sunny was dead now….

Lifeless on the pavement and sidewalk below…with Kel and Aubrey screaming horrifically and in agony as they saw him….

Everything Mari tried to do…. Everything she attempted to help her little brother forgive himself….

….

….

All for nothing….

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She didn’t go to the funeral….

She felt like she didn’t deserve to see her brother one last time….

And his mutilated body would only be a reminder to her greatest failure….

Instead, she’s at home…going through the building one last time. It’s unnaturally quiet…. It truly was haunted now….

The dead girl went to the staircase, before entering the piano room. This was where it all went wrong.

And Mari hated herself for not noticing Sunny’s struggles sooner….

….

….

All that enjoyment of playing the piano vanished…just as quickly as Sunny’s life did….

Seeing the instrument only reminded her of her failure. It only made her angrier with herself.

It wasn’t long before Mari did something impulsive…by setting the piano ablaze. And at this point, she didn’t care about the consequences.

Sunny was dead. Gone. There was nothing salvageable in this building…. The only thing she wanted to do and the one person she promised to protect were both gone….

As she left the room, she froze in place….

Not because of her recent actions, no.

Rather, she heard a faint sob from upstairs…. And she KNEW whose voice it was making the cries.

Immediately, she went up the staircase and right into her and Sunny’s room.

And in some twisted form of a miracle…there Sunny was, curled up in his bed and crying. He was just like her. A ghost haunting the Earth….

He looked up from his position briefly, before freezing and backing up into the corner of his mattress. She could only assume that he was scared of how she might react….

…And that broke her heart irreparably.

Slowly, the dead girl made her way over to her brother, sitting with him. She then whispered, “You shouldn’t be here, sunshine…!” She wanted to cry, even though her tears had long since ran out.

The boy lowered his head, croaking out, “I’m sorry….” It’s all he could say to her. All he wanted to say to her.

After everything that happened, all he wanted to do was apologize to his sister.

It didn’t take any convincing for Sunny to suddenly lurch forward and hug his sister tightly, crying into her shoulder.

“I got you, baby brother….” Mari whispered, holding Sunny tightly in return, rocking him gently as he cried against her.

“I’m here…. I’m right here, Sunny….” She reassured. “I’m so sorry, baby brother….”

She wanted to apologize…for everything.

For not noticing Sunny’s struggles.

For not noticing why he wanted to participate in the recital with her so badly.

For yelling at him for getting frustrated.

For not doing enough to help him forgive himself.

For not being able to protect him.

For failing him.

….

….

But to Mari, not a single word would be enough to apologize for any of that.

[peeves-gurl]

Approval?

Fred Weasley×Fem!O.C.

Preview: what's in store for Fred eight years after the war, when a new employee joins their shop?

Word count: 4.6 K

Warnings: age gap (legal), angst, mentions of food, mentions of war and injury, slight struggle with body image, family and kids, mostly fluff, mentions of sex, smut in part 3.

A/N: Hey! Part 2 is here. This is my first ever fic, so I'm very open to suggestions and feedbacks. Huge thank you to @sai-kida134 for editing the story. I hope you like it!

Part 1 || Part 3

“I should get going too.” Ivy said, blushing a little at suddenly being left alone with Fred. She’d been around him several times, but it was always in the presence of George or one of her co-workers.

“Did you have lunch today? I didn’t see you eat.” He quizzed.

“Nope. And you didn’t either.” She reminded.

“I’m fucking tired today. Don’t feel like cooking.” He sighed.

“There’s a really good muggle Chinese restaurant, near Leaky. You should try it.” She suggested.

“Come with me then.” He said simply. “I’m sure you’re tired too. And I owe you one for helping me out today.”

“Oh that’s absolutely alright. I had a great time with Freddy today.”

“And a great time should end with a great meal. Come on now!” He leaped up to her and grasped her hand with his own.

Ivy felt everything slowly fade away at that moment. Her mind went blank when Fred took a hold of her hand, guiding her through the crowd towards the Leaky Cauldron. The scenario she’d made up in her head came to life so unexpectedly that she didn’t even realise when they’d crossed the wall that separated the magical world from the muggle one.

“Is it that one?” Fred asked, tugging her hand and pointing to a newly built restaurant, snapping her out of her dreams.

“Hmm? Oh yeah that one.” She said, taking lead this time and walking him into the restaurant.

They settled down at one of the tables, and their food was served, and they fell into an easy conversation soon enough.

“Thanks for taking care of Junior today.” Fred said. “And thank you again for saving him from the bottles. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if you weren’t around.”

“No point worrying about that now. I’m sure you’d have found a way to save him if I wasn’t around,” Ivy said. “Plus he’s really cute.”

“Takes after his best uncle, doesn’t he?” Fred said cockily, making her laugh.

“He is a lot like you, though. I can’t imagine what your parents had to do to keep you and George in check.”

“We were horrible. Probably worse than ten Juniors put together,” He replied. “And we’re seven siblings, each as bad as the other.”

“Your parents are superheroes.” She grinned.

“Definitely are,” He grinned back. “What about your family? Never heard much from you.”

“I’m an only child and I’m not close with my parents either, so it’s pretty boring. My Mum’s a witch, Dad’s a muggle. They’re on a World Tour right now. They write to me sometimes but I haven’t seen them for almost three years.” She shrugged.

“Oh. So you’re... alone?” He asked cautiously, finding the situation weird. He was raised in a tightly knit family and never understood how families could drift apart.

“Yeah, kind of lonely. That’s probably why I’m all awkward while talking to anyone.”

“You’re not awkward. I think you’re quite pleasant actually.” He said immediately. “And you’re not alone now, you’ve got me. George, and Angie too now. Junior’s pretty fond of you, so he’ll be back soon enough.”

“Thanks Fred.” She smiled.

“Do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend?”

“Nope. Haven’t had one since my ex-boyfriend cheated on me in seventh year. Fucking prick.” She huffed.

“That makes me feel all better.” He grinned, trying to make her feel better. “Haven’t been with anyone for years, unless you consider one-night stands.”

“My ex was terrible at sex so I avoided it as much as I could.” She giggled at the memory. “I’ve never had a one night stand though... Is it worth a try?”

“No harm in trying if you want to. But they’re too desperate in my opinion.” He said. “And you know, once you cross twenty five, I think you’d like to have... more feelings involved.”

“I’ve had enough desperate sex with that git. So I’m just going to stay here.” She laughed.

“I’ll be right with you. I stopped with all that stuff when Junior was born because I spend so much time around him... Wanted to be a good influence and ended up having some sort of abstinence vow.”

“What?” She asked, wide eyed. “You’re Fred Weasley, ‘lady killer’ of Hogwarts!”

Fred raised an eyebrow at that, so she continued to explain what she meant.

“I went to Hogwarts the year after you’d left. Your exit from Umbridge was pretty popular at the time, so girls would go mad at any mention of you.”

“Let’s say ‘lady killer’ Fred Weasley almost got killed in a war, woke up in St. Mungos’ and decided to act more responsibly in his relationships,” He said with a smirk. “That, and the fact that he’s practically disabled, with a fake leg makes him useless.”

“Fred you’re not useless!” She scolded immediately, and without second thought, she grabbed his hand that was resting on the table. “Stop saying that about yourself.”

“Well it’s true. No point denying it.” He shrugged.

“Oh shut up, will you? You’re literally such an amazing person,” She said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “As far as I’ve got to know you, you really love your job and your family, and you’re always so kind to everyone. And you’re obviously not dependent on anyone to do anything for you. Not that it would have been a bad thing if you were, but I saw you run on the street an hour back so that prosthetic doesn’t seem to have changed much in your life, physically that is.”

“You’re so brave to have fought against Voldemort in that war. You kept going through all that pain and you’re still here and I’m so happy to be able to talk to you right now, Fred.” She said, getting almost breathless after that long speech.

Fred just stared blankly at her for a few seconds. He’d rarely mentioned his insecurity to anyone other than his family, and the only thing he’d received were pitiful agreements or bad puns to distract him from it, the latter usually from George or Ron. But hearing Ivy’s words actually made him feel comfortable being himself, for the first time in eight years. He wondered where all that compassion could possibly come from, especially since he’d just found out about the lack of love that she’d received from her family. He looked at the girl in front of him in pure wonder. How could someone be kind enough to accept him the way he was, without showing the slightest bit of pity towards him?

“Thanks... Thank you Ivy.” He smiled slightly, squeezing her hand with his own. “I’ve got loads to thank you for today, haven’t I?”

“I’d do all of it again any day, Fred.” She replied softly. “And if you ever talk yourself down again, I’ll hit you with my bat.”

“Aggressive young lady, aren’t you?” He chuckled.

“Very.”

Fred grinned at that, before getting back to his meal, but not letting go of her hand that was still delicately intertwined with his.

“Speaking of the war,” Fred said after a little while, “were you at Hogwarts that night? I don’t think I ever figured out what they did with younger students.”

“Yeah I was there. I was in my second year so I obviously was supposed to be sent away with underage students,” She said. “But I was kind of stupid, thought it would be a good idea to sneak away from the rest of the group and fight.”

“So you stayed the entire night?” Fred asked in surprise.

“Yup. Almost got caught by Nott Sr. He’s my mother’s brother, actually. She got disowned when she ran away from her arranged marriage and married my father.” She said, and Fred nodded, signalling her to continue.

“He was after me as revenge, had me cornered, but Theo Nott suddenly decided he wanted to save me because we’re cousins. So he jinxed his father and hid with me in a passage in the Dungeons until morning.”

“Explains why Theodore Nott was so happy to see you at the shop,” Fred smiled. “You’ve got a bit of family, see.”

“Maybe. I do see him and Daphne more than my parents. The only good thing from that battle.”

“I really don’t remember much from that night, other than a few of the Death Eaters’ kids joining our side. Hit my head when I got crushed under a wall on the seventh floor.” Fred said.

“I think I saw you in the Great Hall in the morning. Your entire family was there to take you to St. Mungos’.” She replied, subconsciously moving her thumb in circles over Fred’s knuckles.

“Bet I looked handsome as ever.” He said cheekily

“Absolutely marvellous.”

“Better than George?”

“George was a mess that day. I saw him crying with one of your older brothers, I think. And I just hoped you’d be okay.”

“Your wish came true then.” He said, staring right into her eyes, beginning to play with one of the rings on her fingers, making her aware of her thumb’s movement, which she quickly stopped.

“It really did.” She said nervously, her mind forming another wish. I wish I could kiss you, Fred Weasley.

After settling their bill, which Fred refused to let her pay once again, they walked outside onto the muggle street.

“I should head home then. Thanks for today, Fred.” Ivy said, looking up at him.

“I should be the one thanking you, Ivy.” He smiled down at her “That corner seems nice. You can apparate from there.”

“Oh no, I prefer walking, actually. Bit of an after dinner exercise.” She smiled

“It’s late. Mind if I walk you home then?”

“You don’t have to. You look tired.” She said, reaching her hand up to fix his messy hair. “You use your phone right? I’ll text you once I get back.”

“I’m quite enjoying your company,” He replied, once again taking her hand in his. “I thought we could chat some more on the way. Only if you want to.”

“I’d love to.”

The twenty minute walk to Ivy’s flat flew by faster than ever, with Fred’s hand tightly gripping hers as they chatted about anything they could imagine on the way. When they finally reached her door, Fred untangled his fingers from hers, allowing her to unlock it and step inside.

“Come in for a drink?” She asked nervously.

“Gladly, but not today. I’m rather full.” He smiled. “I’ll be off then.”

“Why don’t you Floo back to your place? It’s pretty hot outside to walk anyways.” She suggested.

“Now that, is a good idea.” He smirked, resting his hands on either side of the door frame and towering above her slightly. “Desperate to get me in your apartment, hmm?” He said teasingly, cocking his head to one side.

“You wish.” She retorted, rolling her eyes but still blushing. “Now get in or I’ll take the offer back.”

“YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAVE A CAT!” He shouted from the door, and Ivy realised there was a pool of brown fur around his ankles.

“Two, actually. This is Lola.” She said, picking the cat off his feet with one arm, before diving under the couch to retrieve a white cat. “And this is Lizzy. Must’ve missed telling you.”

“I never thought of you as a cat person.” He smiled.

“Really? I thought I look like a crazy cat lady, through and through.”

Fred held his hands out to the cats, and each of them placed a paw in his hands.

“Look Ivy they already like me!” He exclaimed like a little child.

“They’re really friendly.” Ivy smiled at him.

“And I’m very likable.” He said, making Ivy snort with laughter. Of course he was likeable. He was bloody adorable.

“Nice place you’ve got here.” He complimented, walking further inside and looking around the living room, and picking Lola up. “All yours?”

“Yeah. Theo made sure I inherited my share of the Nott fortune. Quite an angel he’s turned into.” She replied, walking into the kitchen with Lizzy and getting the Floo Powder.

“All Daphne’s work, I tell you. He was a spoilt brat back at school.” Fred said, leaning against the fireplace as he ran his fingers through a purring Lola’s fur. “I’m thankful to him now, though.”

“Why?” She asked, stepping into the living room, towards the fireplace.

“He saved you. I wouldn’t have had you if it wasn’t for him.” He answered, letting Lola jump onto the floor and surprising her with a hug and engulfing her in his scent.

Ivy was sure that he could hear her heart beating wildly in her ribcage, and when she rested her head against his chest, she heard his thump at a faster than usual.

“I can’t imagine what it would have been like without you either, Fred.” She whispered into the hug.

“Good thing I’m here then. Don’t let your imagination get to wild.” He said, letting go of her and winking, before grabbing a fistful of the green powder. “Goodnight kitties. See you tomorrow Ivy?”

“See you tomorrow.” She smiled, waving at him with one hand and taming a squirming Lizzy with the other, as he disappeared into the green flames.

Fred knew for a fact now that he didn’t just like Ivy. He was in love with Ivy. And every bit of him knew he shouldn’t be, but he couldn’t help it. She was his newfound source of comfort, the person he could talk to about anything in the world without the slightest tinge of awkwardness. Their friendship had grown so much during the next few days that George had asked him if there was something more between them. He’d obviously denied it, even though he knew he can’t ever lie to his brother. Maybe Fred was too obvious, but there was nothing he could do about it. She could brighten his day up with her random chatter and soft smile. He couldn’t stop looking at her, even if she was doing something as mundane as counting the money in the tills. Her hair falling until her waist, her brown eyes that lit up when she smiled, her homely scent that had managed to follow him to the Amortentia section... Fred felt intoxicated by her.

Ivy had never felt what she was currently feeling about Fred. Each morning, she’d wake up, get to practice and then wait impatiently for it to end, so that she could get to the shop and see him. After they would close down for the night, she tried to stay back until the other employees had left, so that she could spend just a few extra minutes around him. She risked admiring him during working hours, sometimes finding him looking back at her, and when their eyes would meet, he’d give her his brightest smile, making all her exhaustion fade away. She was scared of these feelings, and some part of her was sure it was more than just a crush at this point, perhaps even love. But what was the point keeping these feelings if they were never to be reciprocated?

The six ladies of the Weasley family had grown incredibly close over the years and often got themselves a ‘girls day’ to catch up with each other, go shopping and leave the children with the men. On one such day, they decided to visit Diagon Alley and naturally walked into Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes to see how their favourite shop was doing. The twins were obviously aware of their visit beforehand, so as soon as George spotted them walking inside the store, both him and Fred ran up to the women, embracing each one of them and slipping into an easy conversation. After a few minutes, they insisted going around the shop, wishing to have a look at the new products that had been put up for sale.

Ivy was stocking one of the shelves on the first floor, unaware of the latest arrivals at the shop. She was made aware of their presence when she heard Angelina’s voice, calling to her from a little distance, still out of her sight.

“Ivy! Where are you my girl?” She shouted.

“Right here! Hello Angelina.” She waved, walking towards her and realising she wasn’t alone. “Hey everyone.”

“Oh good to finally meet the girl both my Freds won’t stop talking about!” A short woman with ginger hair spoke up.

“You must be Mrs. Weasley.” Ivy said, shaking her hand.

“Hi, I’m Fleur.” A beautiful woman with a strong French accent and long silvery hair said, approaching her and kissing both her cheeks in a proper French greeting. “You seem as nice as Fred says.”

“I’m Audrey. Nice to meet you!” Another woman, as tall as Fleur, with a short black bob and glasses said.

Ivy turned to the two other women, immediately recognising them to be (a very pregnant) Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. She controlled her urge to absolutely fangirl over Ginny, her favourite Quidditch player and idol.

“It’s great to meet all of you. I’ve heard so much about from the twins.” Ivy smiled.

“Angie says you’re training for Quidditch? How’s it going?” Hermione asked.

“It’s going well, Ms. Granger. Thank you.”

“Oh my God, don’t be that formal!” Audrey patted her shoulder lightly. “All of us would like being called by our first names.”

“Yeah. Though it was rather nice being called Ms. Granger.” Hermione said.

“I know!” Ginny exclaimed. “Everyone calls you four ‘Mrs. Weasley’ since you married my brothers, and I’m always like, isn’t that Mum?”

“I love being called Ms. Jones at work. My boss has a bit of a memory problem so she keeps forgetting.” Audrey said, making everyone laugh.

“Honestly, it’s alright being called ‘Mrs. Weasley’ when I’m with Bill, but c’mon!” Fleur said, rolling her eyes. “I’m still a Delacour.”

“Getting married doesn’t make you any less of a Delacour, or Granger, or Weasley or Jones or Johnson.” Ivy said thoughtfully. “Or even Prewett for that matter. That’s forever. People keep forgetting it and that’s what pisses me off about the tradition of taking the husband’s last name.”

“There we go. My kind of person.” Ginny said. “Go feminists!”

“I didn’t think being called a Prewett after so many years could make me feel that good.” Mrs. Weasley said finally, grinning. “I’m going to make sure it’s done more often now.”

“You should, Mum.” Fleur nodded. “Anyways, let’s sit down.”

Ivy got them settled on a couch near the Love Potion section on the first floor and added some chairs, allowing the six of them to sit comfortably.

“Could I get you something? Perhaps some butterbeer?” She asked politely, trying to keep her mind off the fact that the section oozed with Fred’s smell.

“No dear, we’re all settled.” Mrs. Weasley smiled.

“Join us, actually.” Hermione said, patting the empty spot next to herself.

“I’d love to, but I’ve got to get back to stocking up.” Ivy replied.

“Oh come on!” Ginny whined. “One of those gits can do some work for a bit.”

“We’ll let them know you’re on a break.” Audrey said, getting up and leaning against the railing. “OI BOYS! FRED, GEORGE!” She shouted, “IVY’S GOING TO CHILL OUT WITH US.”

“WE’RE NOT LETTING HER DO ANY WORK AS LONG AS WE’RE HERE.” Hermione added casually, before they settled back down.

“GOOD THING! SHE WORKS TOO HARD, DOESN’T SHE FREDDIE?” George shouted from downstairs.

“YEAH SURE!” Fred agreed. “WE’LL BE UPSTAIRS IN A BIT TOO!”

“Thank you.” Ivy said, slightly flushed.

“Hmm so now, tell us what you’ve been up to.” Ginny said, leaning back in her chair.

“I’m just training to be a Professional Beater. I’m a huge fan of yours by the way, and it’s so amazing to meet you!” Ivy replied, slightly squealing the last bit.

“Aww. That’s so sweet of her, isn’t it Gin?” Fleur said, slightly squeezing her hand.

“It really is. Thanks Ivy.” Ginny smiled. "Fred says you've got two cats!"

"Lizzy and Lola, yeah." Ivy smiled back.

"I'm getting little James here next week. If it would be okay, can you get your cats over for a day, please?" Ginny requested. "He loves cats so they'll be a nice distraction to him. Harry and I will be able to shop for a bit."

"Definitely."

Ivy fell into an easy conversation with the women. The level of comfort she felt with the Weasleys was beyond comparison. It didn’t seem like she was meeting them for the first time even for a single moment. No wonder she liked being around Fred and George if they were raised so well.

“What’s that smell?” George asked as he walked towards the women with a disgusted expression a little while later.

“Ugh it’s bad.” Fred said, walking up and placing his head on Ivy’s shoulder as he faced his family. Ivy didn’t know what to do. She’d never imagined him being so close to her, especially in front of his family.

“Must be all the pregnant farts.” He said, scrunching his nose, looking absolutely adorable, and earning gasps from Hermione, Angelina and to Ivy’s surprise, Ginny.

“I just smell the love potions, Fred.” Audrey said sarcastically.

“Maybe your brother-in-law is in love with a troll, Audrey,” Ivy teased, turning to look at Fred, who was still standing the same way. One slight movement and their lips would be touching.

Everyone began to laugh at that, except Fred, who’s eyes were wide as he kept staring at Ivy with a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.

“Gosh, I really like her!” Ginny said, clutching her stomach while laughing.

“We’ve found the one person who can return Fred Weasley’s horrible humour!” Angelina exclaimed.

“Good thing she didn’t turn out like that Verity girl.” Mrs. Weasley laughed.

“Absolutely nutcase that one was.” George rolled his eyes.

“Who’s Verity?” Ivy asked, slightly jealous. Was she one of Fred’s ex girlfriends? Maybe one of those stupid girls who made him feel like he wasn’t enough

“She used to work here. One of the first employees.” Fleur said.

“She acted all nice and sweet for a bit, then turned mad!” Hermione said, making Ivy’s jealousy fade away.

“I always told you she was a bitch, didn’t I?” Audrey said, before quickly turning to Mrs. Weasley. “Sorry mum. Didn’t mean to use that word.”

“Oh that one deserves it!” Mrs. Weasley laughed.

Ivy had never bonded so well with new people. The Weasleys were truly an amazing family, just like she’d heard from people. Hermione’s intelligent talk, Fleur’s caring nature, Audrey’s sarcasm, the Twins’ mischief, Angelina and Ginny’s boldness, all bound together by Mrs. Weasley’s motherly nature made the perfect atmosphere. Ivy truly felt welcomed among them. She did not have a family of her own to care for her and this small interaction with the Weasleys left her yearning for more, even if it was just a friendly chat. She secretly hoped that she could find herself a family, just like this one, who would accept her as one of their own. One day, perhaps. Until then, she’d have to go to the “Singles’ Party” at the Leaky Cauldron the following week and try to get her mind off Fred. Because no matter how lovely every fucking thing about him was, he couldn’t ever be hers.

“So, how’s Ivy doing?” George asked, serving himself some mashed potatoes that he’d had made. They were at the couple’s house, on their monthly dinner with Lee Jordan and his fiancée.

“What kind of question is that George? You meet her everyday too.” Fred said, looking at his brother curiously.

“Mate stop acting like you don’t know what he means.” Lee said from across the table.

“I really don’t know what he means, Lee.” Fred replied, looking around the table. He looked between Angelina and Sophie, Lee’s girlfriend, who seemed to be planning something. “What are you girls up to?”

“We were just talking about you two, Fred. We think you should make a move with her.” Sophie said.

Fred knew exactly what she meant, but chose to keep his confused expression, afraid of giving away his feelings for Ivy.

“Don’t make that face.” Angelina said. “You like Ivy, more than a friend.”

“No I don’t.” He replied too quickly.

“There’s nothing wrong if you do.” Lee insisted.

“But I don’t. What makes you think I do anyways?” He asked, trying to sound casual.

“Fred I’ve known you forever.” George said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You’ve never liked a girl so much before.”

“And your Mum approves of her too. She told me. All the girls do.” Sophie stated simply.

“Is that why you girls came to the shop the other day? To meet Ivy?” Fred asked, slightly irritated.

“Fred, Mum’s just worried about you. She’s really happy to hear you talk this way about someone.” Angelina said. “She wanted to make sure you don’t end up breaking your heart. And she’s sure Ivy likes you too.”

“No she doesn’t. She’s so much younger than me, and she’s... She’s got an entire life ahead of her. She deserves a proper man. Not me.” He shook his head.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You are a proper man.” Lee argued.

“Just a prosthetic doesn’t make you ‘improper’,” Sophie added.

“You know what Junior said when he got back from the shop that night?” George said, gaining his brother’s attention. “He asked, ‘Daddy, are Uncle Freddie and Ivy in love?’”

“He’s two George. Kids don’t understand these things.” Fred said, running his hands through his hair.

“Kids are intuitive,” Angelina said. “They just know stuff. They don’t understand it, but they know.”

Fred passed a confused look around the table, unsure of what to say. The five sat in silence for a few minutes, until Lee spoke again.

“There’s no harm in just trying Fred,” He said wisely. “If she says no, you move on with your life, simple. But you can’t keep denying your feelings for her.”

“I’m... I’m not denying it Lee.” He said finally, resting his elbows on the table and leaning his head into his hands. “I like her. Bloody hell, I love her.”

“Then what’s stopping you, brother?” George asked softly.

“I don’t know.” He replied honestly, digging his fingers into his hair and closing his eyes. “It doesn’t feel right... Like I said, she deserves better.”

“You’re hurting yourself Fred. You’re in love with her and you’re trying to stop yourself from loving her.” Angelina said, but Fred remained silent.

“And what if she loves you too?” Sophie asked. “The girl’s probably scared shitless right now, being in love with her boss.”

“She doesn’t love me Sophie. I’m just a friend to her.”

“She definitely likes you more than a friend. From everything I’ve heard about her from you and George, and adding up what Freddy said, she does love you.” Lee said.

“I can’t do it. I can’t. I don’t want to lose her friendship,” Fred said stubbornly. “She feels lonely anyways. She told me so. I don’t want to complicate things further. She trusts me as a friend. I can’t do it.”

“Then what are you going to do?” George asked. “You can’t not do anything!"

“I don’t know Georgie.”

“Why don’t you try going to that Singles’ Party at Leaky next Saturday?” Angelina suggested.

“That’s actually the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

“It’s not that bad mate. It’ll take your mind off things for a bit.” Lee said.

“Doesn’t make a difference. I’m a mess.”

“Fred, you really should go. It’ll help clear your mind a bit.” Sophie said.

“They’re right. I think you’ll see others finding new people and want to make a move on Ivy too.” George agreed.

“Fine.”

“Here you go,” Lee smirked, tossing a box of condoms across the table. “I don’t like surprise babies.”

“I’m not hooking up with anyone from that stupid party!” Fred exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah we know.” Angelina rolled her eyes. “Just keep it. No harm being careful.”

“Angie-”

“Are you actually going to upset the pregnant woman and get me murdered in my sleep?” George scolded, shutting him up for good.

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Well I was able to do an ask, so that's a hopeful start. Let's see if you actually get it!

For the Bingo card, let's have:

Headcanons you love

Character you love writing

Thanks!

It works, it woooooooooooooooooooooorks XD

Thank you very much both for checking and for sending the ask ^_^

I don't have an image of the blank Bingo Card yet, so I'll edit that in once I get it ^^

EDIT:  Thanks to @myladykayo I have the card!!

Headcanons you love:

With a quick qualification that I'm an old fanwoman, so I use the old / original definition of headcanon: ie it must be both not contradicted by canon, and be SUPPORTED to some degree by canon. So no fanon, anticanon, wishcanon, or crackcanon. I'll also try to avoid cherrycanon and probacanon ^_^

...

hmmmm. Geez, I tend strongly towards using canon and cherrycanon with a little bit of anticanon, so I don't tend to have a lot of headcanons XD This is actually rather hard

Lady Penelope:

Ohhhhhh, let's see... Lady Penelope is actually a good driver, she just was driving badly in that one episode to buy time and mess with the guy (supported by the comics, novels, and actually the other time we see her drive in the show). She's an EXCELLENT motorcycle driver, but does not have her pilot wings (those two are actual canon and not headcanons though ^^;;)

Her fear of mice and rats is a legit phobia she got after one of her first spy missions went badly and she ended up in a prison cell infested with rats.

Parker suffers from vertigo, with heights and tightly enclosed spaces being his main triggers.

Most everything else I've got is actual canon, anticanon, crackcanon, etc (Agent 21 and 23 being Penny's parents being a crackcanon/anticanon, moving Penny's childhood in India to her being born and growing up on Venus, me aging Parker up a decade so he was older than Jeff, etc)

TOS:

Uhhhhh. John is THE communications expert of the group, he came up with the idea for the watches, how TB5 listens in and sends communications, and generally speaking whenever there is a planned change or update to the communications systems, it's timed around John being Earthside.

Scott and Gordon were the two siblings Jeff was most worried about coming up with excuses for them to be living on an island for IR... but Jeff would have much preferred trying to come up with an excuse to what happened to the two of them - while yes Gordon's accident and Scott being a POW means that no one questioned the two retiring from their military careers and leaving the spotlight... Jeff hates that they were hurt so badly

As he was gearing up for IR, Jeff paid a LOT of money (and worked with Brains) to basically wipe everything he could about the Tracys from public information sources. There are very few pictures of the boys out there, info tends to be barebones or even wrong, and so on.

TB2004:

don't really have any headcanons for the film? Got a bunch of anticanon and the like, but headcanons not so much XD

TaG:

Still only done one watch through so don't have many headcanons or anything yet.

Havok and Fuse are in the same situation that the Mechanic was in, they just don't REALIZE it. The Hood is holding each one 'hostage' to keep the other in line, and he's already laying the groundwork to be able to control them / kill them when they cease to be useful.

Jeff never planned for IR to be what it became after his death. He was working with the GDF and was going to basically be a branch OF the GDF with dozens of personnel, machines, etc. The 'rescue drones' the GDF used were actually something Jeff had designed but had gotten tabled until recently. iR basically was shut down with Jeff's death, and it wasn't until a few years later that Scott got it basically up and running again - separate from the GDF and with a very small base count. INITIALLY iR in TaG functioned like TOS IR, only handling missions no one else could, refusing rescues for various reasons, and so on. It's only in the last year or so that they've shifted over to the current suicide heroics run... which is why the rescue drones were unshelved... the overworking is RECENT, and it took 1-2 years to get the drones built and checked.

This probably hails from me only having the one watch through... but it felt like Kayo has only recently returned / rejoined the family, like she was gone for a while. The family trying SO HARD to make her feel welcome (Shadow), the awkward 'you're my family' lines in the Fireflash ep, the fact that she DIDN'T have her own 'Bird, the awkwardness between herself and Alan in the pilot, and other things. Maybe she was getting her training... maybe she was working with the Hood and only realized in the last year or three what he REALLY was like... I need to do a rewatch before I can really call this a 'headcanon' though. ^^;;

Character you Love Writing:

Lady Penelope:

Ummm. Everyone? XD (seriously that's gonna be the answer for all of these)

My absolute favs are Penny and Parker though, Penny esp. I *LOVE* the Stoic and the dry/deadpan snarker. And Penny is 100% the Stoic, with lots of dry and deadpan humor to boot.

TOS:

Tough one. Scott is a stoic and Shane Rimmer (famous for his dry wit and deadpan humor, to the point that Dick Spanner was created AROUND that) gave Scott his sense of humor and wit, so I love writing him. John and Gordon are also favs of mine as both are just TONS of fun to write. TinTin is also someone I love writing.

TB2004:

Haven't really written anything for the 04 film, although if I did it probably would be John, Penny, Parker, TinTin and Fermat. I really like John in the movie, and Penny and Parker were FANTASTIC.

TaG:

Haven't written anything for TaG, but probably John & Kayo.

[slashy-ashy]

I'll say it once again if DC focused more on Dick and Barbara’s friendship I would start reading the new Nightwing, if the story followed an interesting plotline I would read the new Nightwing, if King truly did listen to the fans/the fans concerns and started treating this series with some forethought and respect I would pick up the series, but all of what I said isn't happening and at this point, I'm not interested in DC’s takes on what they think should happen next in his run because they don't know themselves

They’re so many wonderful plotlines that have just been dropped for no reason, the writing is just to cater to the fans, I'm over Dickbabs as a couple already, the relationship between them isn't appealing to me because as always this ties to the Ric Grayson arc in which everyone I mean everyone from Bruce down to his siblings just shown that they don't care about him truly and this is thanks to the writing of that issue too. Ric Grayson would be a fantastic arc if it was handled correctly, we should see or should have seen IN PANEL Bruce coming to visit his son, Alfred visiting his grandson, Jason stopping by to see how his brother is doing, Tim stopping by just to stop by, Damian possibly stopping by but I sincerely doubt it because it hurts to know that di-Gra-RIC won't remember him won't remember them, Barbara coming down to check up on Ric just to chat about what's happening in Bludhaven, etc. Long story short we deserve to see a story in which Ric’s autonomy and decisions matter truly and are respected instead of just having to imagine that Bruce was watching Ric from the shadows because the writer tweeted that tidbit of information, it isn't fair to see Bruce get treated with the utmost respect and still see him get treated as if he's still human but he's just forgetting some things over Ric getting harassed by his family because Ric NEEDS to remember his past while with Bruce they were tiptoeing around him and yet still giving Bruce the space and respect that frankly, anyone deserves in that situation. I am at the point that if I don't see it in the panel then it didn't happen point-blank, I'm tired of writers just going to Twitter to add in more tidbits of information into the story, that isn't how you write a story and it's lazy storytelling if it wasn't already added/thought to be added to the story to begin with, then they tie it towards the second book/ whatever by going to Twitter of all places, that's like if I sent in my google doc for school but then I forgot to add something to my work so I just tell my teacher or whomever that I meant to close my third paragraph in my essay and begin talking about my new topic in the fourth paragraph, like that would not work and I would have got my assignment back to me with the appropriate marks.

I think if we were to fix the issues from Ric’s run then Nightwings new run would be smoother and more interesting because right now I'm not interested in the adventures of Dick Grayson and his girlfriend Barbara Gordon! The most interesting thing to come out of this run for me personally would be his dog, Haley. We have yet to see Dick be on his own since Grayson and it's driving me up a wall that DC doesn't just allow him to be by himself in HIS OWN RUN! AS IF HE IS NOT A LEGACY MEMBER HIMSELF

If we were to quote-unquote tie him down to someone then I prefer either Bea or Kori because I enjoy their relationship, and it had a lot more room to flourish if the writers took the time to properly write it out instead of having Barbara rudely dismiss Bea and then proceed to never pick up her character again or again end their relationship because Dick and Barbara slept with each other even though both parties knew that Dick was with someone else and was even on his way to get married to that someone else too. If they need drama then do some hurt/comfort instead of now having these two characters be canonical cheaters and yes both Barbara and Dick are cheaters because of the above-mentioned incident which could have been avoided if they just talked to each other like the adults they are instead of some weirdo who just thought that this would spice things up like... You just single-handedly ruined this story by having these two sleep with each other because you thought that this would drive sales? The sales were already secured when they brought Dick and Kori together as a couple, Dick and Bea had again in my opinion, more chemistry than say...Dick and Shawn, and sorry to any Dick/Shawn shippers, but when they pulled the pregnancy scare they lost me as a fan because whew I think my heart dropped so far into my shoes it wasn't even funny. Seeing as this is Dick’s solo run after Grayson and after Ric, I was excited about his run but as of right now I will most definitely pass on this story and I haven't even brought up his new sister and the heartless villain (whom I'm pretty sure has yet to come up yet and what even happened to Zucco or am I just forgetting things?) I don't know I'm just tired of the inconsistency of this run and the previous runs and again this is just my opinion but whatever.

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Author's Notes ♡:Sooooo I wrote this once with no mythological background and it was so blank because one I half read and two it had no pizzazz. So here I am...enjoying this collab wholeheartedly. For some context the readers dad is Dionysus, yknow the festive, wine maker? So I tried to incorporate that with being a potions maker! Rappa is based on a mix between Behemoths and the Kusarikku, so i wanted him just a big and a bull man hybrid but not fully a Minotaur! I hope whoever reads this enjoy it as much as I did writing it! (Also I’m slowly realizing how much I hope this man)~ bunny ❥

Here’s the lovely masterlist of the others beautiful arts!

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names l, uh some heavy size kink (if you know who I based him on, also is one of my kinks showing yet) , Needy Rappa, breeding, Light cursing, a bit of a pussy job, female oral and a bit of overstimulation.

Word count : About 6.5k (ooof) !

Paring(s) : Bullman! Kendo Rappa x F!Reader

Summary : Being a demigod had perks, you could travel, you had god and goddesses as siblings and family members and of course the power! But what happens when you have to help a stubborn farm...pet?

Enjoy ♡

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Growing up as a demigods daughter who owned a garden on earth was one experience. All types of people, gods, goddesses and hybrids needed her experience with all sorts of plants and other things from nature ; rather it be for healing medicines , a bouquet for an upset lover or for help with livestock growth, [ ] and her parents helped with every little working class they could. As [ ] went from child to young adult she was used to her fair share of men from every place asking for her attention. A human asking for her hand and giving her the bare minimum, a god, wanting to make her a goddess, or just simply flirting to warrant her attention. But alas to them all she gave them no leadway, keeping her same polite smile and overall sweetness to each and every person she dealt with. On a warm day in the heavens as she walked the sky castles grounds she ran into a farmhand, one she remembered worked for Demeter approached her hesitantly, his eyes wandering to the young maidens “U-uh M-miss [ ] right?” The male asked her , her eyebrow raising as a silent answer “Lady Demeter would like to speak with you, she need some help but she did not tell me exactly what” he said with a bow and soon turned to leave. Wondering what the goddess could want she headed to her ranch, watching the cattle and other animals graze. Suddenly the door swung wide, revealing the deity to her “[ ] my favorite niece how are you love!” The tall woman sing songingly yelled, hugging the wide eyed girl “Hello Auntie Dem, im quite alright! Uhm, what seems to be the problem? One of your hands came to get me” [ ] said as she took in the ranch home her harvesting aunt had, all sorts of gains, wheats, fruits and more spewed about in her living room “Ah yes! Your father told me how great youve become with your potions and mixes of herbs, being the daughter of Dionysus im not surprised! I told him to let you grow and do more now look at you, serving us gods and mortals alike!” Demeter went on, handing her confused niece a large apple as she took one for herself. Becoming her to a table by the window they both sat, eating on their fruit as she explained her issue.

“You see, i have a lot of cattle, different kinds, different kins and legacies, but im a bit stuck. My favorite mare, had a child a little while ago and he seemed to just be your average bull at first….but..as time went on he out grew his father, my prized minotaur bull and even his normal cow and bull family.” Taking a glance to the field they watched as the minotaur children and some sheep danced and played, other average cow cults running to join. Sighing Demeter continued “Hes a hybrid, my prized minotaur as his father and well, my biggest and prized heifer as his mother. He wont come out of the shed, doesnt deal with his other kind, minotaur or not. Hes around your age now, getting to be his prime but..he wont converse in the fields. Both his father and mother voiced concerns to me about his health but when i checked on him, hes fine! Fields away under a sun and away from my younger and ready cows! I dont get it! Maybe because hes more human than he is bull, he does have a human face and even body, just taht everything below is...well bull. Tail, those wonderful breeding-” “Auntie!” Before she could finish [ ] was hushing the woman, waving her arms “I get it i get it Bull bottom human top i dont need to hear about his loins!” She pleaded.

Laughing, the goddess reached to a pile of hay, whistling to feed some of the nearby cows “Ah you silly girl, I was only gloating about my finest bull yet! I even tried bringing him mortals but...he crushed them, saying they were too small. Every single one! Younger older it didnt matter, he wanted nothing to do with them and just squashed them like a bug under his hoofs! I'm at my wits end, Im not sure what he needs, and hes so large i cant just let him walk around the palace place, he intimidates the clerks and huffs when talked to!” Dramatically laying against the table she looked to the thinking girl, her eyes shining with an idea “Hey auntie, how about you take me to him, i can see if hes loss any weight or seems sickly anywhere. Where do you think hed be at this time?” [ ] asked “Ah you brave girl, what time is it, almost high noon? He might be in the field but its the one with my giant tree that he likes” Demeter responded, pointing to a large tree up a few fields with nothing much around it but luhs grass. “Doesnt even matter if i put up a fence, he walks on two legs so he just hops over it” She sighed again as the duo headed outside.

Seeing a tall minotaur coming towards them [ ] stopped along Demeter, her goddess aunt speaking “Ah Milvor, how are you and Altine?” “Lady Demeter and I'm guessing this is [ ], we are fine. The misses is in the field now, seeing if she can see our boy” He said. Realizing that this was the after for her case [ ] spoke up “Uhm sir have you noticed anything amiss with er-” “Kendo, his name is Kendo” The Minatour said “Ah yes with Kendo, anything seem to be hurt or missing from his way of life” She asked. “Well..not particularly. Hes always fought some of the other males here so bruises and marks are a common thing we see from him. Besides a broken horn he doesn't have anything major going on. Just that he refuses to be around anyone here. Even us at times when were out with the others” He said solemnly , looking at the girl. Grabbing her hands he pleaded “Please, help our son? I know he can be rude and dismissive but down there our sweet boy is in there, were worried sick about him” Milvor said, a sad moo coming from his approaching wife “Miss i do appreciate you checking on him, I just hope he'd be home soon” A half cow women spoke , coming beside this Kendo’s father “Well i'll do my best, it doesnt sound like hes too hurt or anything serious so i'll make sure to try and get him to be with you both” Giving a reassuring smile [ ] started off, heading to the tree at the top of them hill. Just before she got far Demeter called to her, handing her sweet wheat “Heres some of his snack, he sometimes will come back if we offer him more” She said. Taking the wheat and putting it in the side of her flowing peplos. Soon with enough treading uphill , she got close to the tree , soon seeing a tail swish from in front of the tree. Hesitantly she walked forward before seeing hooved legs, also covered in black fur, pop out from the tree. Placing a hand at the side that had no person on it she peeked over to in fact , find a rather giant back in the sun, small flecks of freckles on the toned skin. Holding her gift closer she walked to the male before hearing a snort “ ‘M tellin’ ya Elinor I dont want nothin’ to do with ya, go on, go back to the heard” A rough and deep voice said, a larger hand coming up to wave off whoever was behind him. Feeling a bit bad for this mysterious Elinor and offended, she was brushed off [ ] walked closer , standing at the ends of his legs until the male growled. “I told ya to-'' Stopping himself from yelling once he turned around he was surprised to find not hybrid named Elinor but in fact the small [ ] her eyes widening as amber ones looked down “Yer not Elinor” He said as [ ] giggled “And im guessing youre Kendo” She said as the bull sat up, cruising his legs and the curious woman in front of her. “Whos askin?”

He huffed as [ ] looked at him as she did the same , sitting across from the hybrid “A…. doctor of sorts. Your parents, along with Goddess Demeter asked me to come check on you, see how youre doing” she said as he huffed again “ ‘M fine, now why did they send you” He said as he watched her pull things out, paper , a quill, ink and is that..? Pointing to the bustle of wheat he called out “Is that… for me?” Blinking [ ] looked at the almost childish Kendo, smiling as she untied the snack “It is for you, I heard you liked it. Brought it in the hopes youd talk to me?” She questioned, holding a piece out for him to take. Hesitantly he did, gnawing at it as he hummed in delight, his tail swishing. “ So uhm… Doc what do want to know” He asked, watching as the smaller girl touched his chest and arms, squeezing lightly as she wrote down different things “If ya wanted to touch me ya shouldve asked” He teased, taking his own hand to her face. Felling he face warm up she moved back, poking him with a finger “Now now be good im just seing if youre injured. Besides that horn, do you have anything broken or doenst feel well?” She asked as she waved a pisces of wheat, making him focus. “Nah, im as fit as a fiddle” Side eyeing his response she still gave him a piece , hearing him hum in delight as she wrote more notes.

“So no injuries, no pain , nothing?” shaking his head he continued to eat , taking some pieces from her bundle as she reached for the uneatten pieces “Hey! No you get these as a reward for answering me not to eat at your leisure!” She scolded. Reaching as far as she could she grabbed at his hand before he lifted them higher, smirking “Well miss doc i want what i want, and I want my snack” He said before she grabbed his arm, poking a manicured nail at it hand “Well Kendo ill let you have it if you tell me whats wrong, without covering it up deal?” Feeling him flinch at her poking she did it again until he moved away , glaring at her through his bangs that hung low “Fine! Stop poking me though, ya nails hurt! And theres nothing wrong, i just dont like ‘em cows! They stink!” He said as he knelt closer, moving her from his arm. “They stink? How old are you 5? Why do they stink!” [ ] huffed back as he chewed more of his treat, looking to the flustered girl “Im 22 in human years little girl , and like i said they stink! Reeks like open sores and meat” He said as he kept eating , laying in the sun. Thinking over his words it dawned in her what he could be talking about “And what do i smell like Kendo?” [ ] asked, catching the half bull off guard “I dunno, you dont stink, Neither does lady Dem” He said as he turned to her. Leaning over she gave him a piece of wheat again but this time, pushing herself a bit forward, watching as his body shook before he took the piece , eating it. “Well Kendo, my name is [ ] and ill be checking on you moreoften okay? I need to run down to the house but ill be back if that's okay with you?” Silently he shook his head, watching her run off as he opened his still crossed legs, feeling himself unsleeth as he groaned ‘Shit...now why am I gettin turned on’ he thought to himself, rubbing away what he could before the girl came back

As soon as she got to the farm she was met with the eyes of the worrying three, the first to speak being his mother Altine “Oh! [ ] youre back!” She said, the bell on her neck dangling as she ran to the fence “How is my boy? Kendo is he alright?” she asked as Demeter and Milvor came soon after for the report “Well maam i can confirm he is healthy, not is wrong with him the only thing is..” [ ] hesitated as she looked at them “He might have a heat approaching, is this his first one by any chance?” SHe asked as they all looked at eachother, Demeter speaking up “Well not exactly, this is why I kept bringing mortals up here, he wouldnt mate with the cows, and even other hybrids! Nothing! Hed turn his nose up at them all and go back to that field. He actually broke that horn of his fighting a bull from a neighboring farm who wanted to cow that was trying to get his attention” Demeter said, sigh as she saw her nieces blank face , afraid she overwhelmed her “Its alright if you dont think hes fixable [ ] i can-” “No hes fine. I can help him, and i think it wont be that hard either” [ ] said, giving the group a smile. “Watch him for a few days for me , im gonna go back up there with him, see how he is then come back in a few days with some of my things, ill stay here as long as need be to help your son” She said as she gave them all a smile, going inside to get her something to eat. Soon she hear her aunt appear, shuffling about to give her a basket to put her things in “Here, Im so gald helping him is a easy fix” She said sighing happily as she continued “I know he should mate on his own time, but im more concerned for his heath of it all, he doesnt even release into anyone or even by himself” Glancing towards her auntie she took in a breath before saying something “Well, i know it has to be bad now, he even said the er, cow women here stink, so their hormone have to be covered with other bulls or maybe he genuinely doesnt see appeal with them” [ ] said. Thinking it over Demeter gave her an almost alarming look “Well if thats the case just as you arrived he asked me what i was cooking, that something smelt good. I told him I didnt have anything and he just retreated back to his part of the barn before leaving for the field again.” Slowly [ ] realized she might be in for more than she imagines but brushed it off. “Interesting..” She said as she took her full basket “I have an idea, im gonna see if his heat hits its peaking times in a few days, I do plan on staying here if youd have me here?” She asked as a delighted look spread across Demeter’s face “Of course dear child! I missed having you around! Your Father was bad at bringing you over, him and his festivals” Demeter huffed before she poked her nieces cheek “Besides! We can have a girls night, or well er, weeks depending!” She said as the laughed together “Well it's a deal!”

Heading back up the hill she saw that Kendo had moved, facing a running river as he sast in the sun once more, looking content. [ ] smirked to herself before grabbing some of the things she had ; a brush, a lavish soap and a towel. Heading to where the behemoth of a hybrid laid she noticed his ear twitched, before he opened an eye to look back at her. “Hey Doc, ya back.” He said as she gave him a smile, sitting beside his head “Why yes I am. You seem to be enjoying yourself” She teased as he smirked, turning to face her. “Well i do enjoy the sun, keeps me warm nd my hair soft.” Looking him over again she noticed that his hair was always up in a bun but his bangs covering his eyes, a different hue of color, more of a rustic red than his black furred legs. “Well about that...Im gonna give you a bath!” the giant bull flinched at her words, seeing the happy look gracing her face “Oi now look, ‘m fine i dont need no bath” He argued as she pouted “Why sure you do! I know you dont go when the others get theirs, and if that bun of yours is any indication, you need to wash all of that dirt and grime off. Now let me help you” She barked back, pointing the soft looking brush towards his face. He stood up, now overthrowing the girls height as he pointed a finger at her “Now look, I like being this way, it keeps those girls offa me if you clean me now they wont leave me alone!” [ ] sighe before stepping closer, pointing her own small hand at his face, moving closer “Now you listen to me Kendo, I have things to help keep them off of you, this is for your own health! I can leave you here, dirty but your hair and fur is gonna get so matted theyll have to shave you!”

At hearing a potential that hed be shave Kendo flinched, moving his bangs so his soft eyes could meet her determined ones “Theyll shave me? Ion wanna be like the sheep” he said she she gave him a satisfied look. “Well go into the water then and ill make sure you wont!” Reluctantly he sighed, walking into the river as she followed behind, pinning her longer robe so it wouldnt get too wet as she sat at the side of the river. Holding a hand out she waved him closer, the male coming to her as she undid his hair. To her utter surprise it fell down his shoulders, stopping just short of his waist. Gently she pushed his bangs back to see his pretty amberish eyes looking up to her [ ]’ed ones. He had a typical Bull hook through his nose , the gold shining in the warm sun. He was quite handsome, sun kissed skin and a clear face, broad shoulders and a nice body. Even with his mostly human body his horns, tail and ears were bull, on top of his legs and...neithers , that were covered in fur. Softly she traced a scar under his eye, the wound slightly tender as he jumped from the touch. Going to her wrist she tied a string to hold his long bangs up, a giggle falling from her lips as he almost looked like a younger child getting a bath “What're you lookin at me like that for” He huffed as she laughed more, pushing his face together “You look like an upset child is all. Now go ahead and dip in the water for me , ill scrub you after.” Listening to her, Kendo dropped watching as some of the debris and dirt washed off around him as he stood up, shaking his hair “Good enough?” He asked as she shook her head, pouring some of the sopa on the brush as she started to was his chest,making sure to scrub him as clean as she could from land. Sensing her struggle he reached to her, lifting her over his body as she squealed “Sorry, you were just strugglin so i thought i'd help you” Kendo said as [ ] hesitantly started to wash as much as she could, tapping his arm anytime she needed to move. Being up there did help, she was able to was his horns and his hair, revealing the rust orange and copper hair underneath. Surprised she ran her finger though it, giving him a shy smile. “See dont you feel a bit better?” She asked as he shyly nodded, noticing how her clothes clinged to her chest. He reached to put her back on land, coming out of the water himself as he allowed her to scrb his legs and hoofs, the dull black fur coming to life as he watched in awe. She didnt mind helping him, still came to bother him when he said he didnt want help and now she was bathing him. Kendo mulled over how helpful she was, and realized she was more comforting than most. After scrubbing his hoofs shiny she tapped his legs, signaling she was done.

“All right! Now that youre all clean and such Ill make sure you stay this way okay Kendo?” [ ] said as she went back to the basket, pulling out two apples. The bull in question watched as she came back to him, handing him the other one “Here ya go! Thought you could use something sweet” kendo took the apple from the girl, before biting into it, thanking hier softly as they sat in silence. Soon [ ] spoke up, breaking their silet aurora “So...ill be around here the next few days or so, ill probably stay longer, giving how nice it is” She laughed, looking at the curious male beside her “Dont be afraid to ask me for anything okay? Im here to help you” With that Kendo nodded, going back to the apple. Quietly Kendo touched her arm, making [ ] look to him as an unfamiliar look went over his face. Gently herself, [ ] put her hand on his, shaking her head as a signal for him to talk. “Would you mind...pettin me?” he asked before [ ]’s eyes went wide. Now feeling a bit more embarrassed he spoke up again “I have problems going to sleep, ‘ts why i like it out here in the sun, its warm , nd comforting…” Pausing he continued after he got his words together. “You do the same thing like the sun. Youre warm...comforting.. And make me feel sleepy...so if you pet me...ill be comforted to sleep..its what my mama did, but im too big to be in her lap” With that kendo finished, glancing to the girl who gave him a soft look “Of course i can! I have to get pick some more clothes up but once i get back, I can stay with you out here.” Shaking his head Kendo looked back to the river “Ya dont have to sleep outside with me just...put me to sleep” Unable to stop herself [ ] hugged his arm, looking at him through her lashes “Oh cmon you big baby, I dont mind it! Havent slept under the stars since i was a kid!” Brushing off her dress she ran a hand though his thick locs of hair, giving him another warm hug “Ill be back before sundown, now you be good” And with that he watched as his new found friend walked down the hill.

As promised she brought a blanket and joined him, laying under the tree as the large male went to sleep on her lap, contently humming as [ ] ran her fingers through his hair, making Kendo groan as he fell asleep like mentioned, hugging her thighs as he slept the most comfortable he had in weeks. Watching the hybrid sleep she saw all types of scars, some down his back , others on his chest. A few on his arms and only one on his face, plus the broken horn. He obviously got himself into different groups of problems, but he was sweet, not as curt as he expected. Running her fingers down his back she watched him shiver, going to wrap his arms higher around her torso. Giggling as softly as she could [ ] started to braid his hair back in his sleep, the moving under her ceasing as he was well resting once more. Thinking to herself ‘ If he’ll be like this it should be a breeze to help him.’ Oh how wrong she was.

A few days passed with little to no incident , [ ] going around helping with the daily chore and hanging out with her deity auntie. As the two of them sat in the living quarters, drinking a mixed juice that her father set them they heard a bell appear towards the window, it being Kendo’s mother “I'm so sorry to bother you , but i think something is gravely wrong. Kendo is whining in the shed, earlier he even started to-” Before she could finish a thumb came from his shed, followed by a groan “and that, he's been head butting his room” sitting up [ ] looked to his shed, seeing the door shut but large banging still coming from inside “Hey Auntie, is it alright if we could move him to the other field? I dont want his lashing to accidentally hurt anyone here” Coming besides [ ] Demeter chewed at her lip, thinking “Well, if we can stop him then yes, I'd get the boys to move it quickly”. With that answer [ ] got up, heading to the rocking shed. Taking in a breath she knocked, hearing that the groans subsided. The door slowly creaked open, showing a heaving Kendo “[ ].....?” He whispered, looking over her body as she reached to his forehead, pressing her hand against it. Hot, way too hot. “Kendo, sweetie come with me okay? We’re gonna go to the fields and we're gonna move your shed there okay?” Silently he nodded, coming out of his place. He was gasping, chest heaving as his eyes swirled a darker color than normal. Taking the outstretched hand of [ ] his larger fingers curled against it, following the light pull of the girl. Softly, He nudged her back “ ‘M hot..” he said as she looked back at him, making sure the fever wasn't wearing him down. He gave her a weak smile, rubbing the back of her hand “ ‘M alright princess, just hot” Kendo said as she noted how his voice dropped octaves. “Well theyre gonna bring a bigger shed for you out here and ill check on you every hour. Does anything hurt?” [ ] asked as they walked up the hill “Nah, but my horns are ackey.” “Is that why you were bashing them on the shed?” “Yeah...its like trying to scratch an itch you can reach” Kendo sighed, seeing his usual tree coming into view. As the duo got there he dramatically fell under it, pulling [ ] with him. “K-kendo! Careful!” she fussed as he let go of her apologizing as he drifted to sleep. Soon some of the workers had started working on the new roomed shed for him , finishing just before sundown as they would inform Demeter of where she was.

Gently pushing the deep sleeping boy from her lap she went to his new place, checking everything out. It was more of a small home than a shed, filled with a huge bed and a nice aesthetic to them, the touch of the goddess laced through the look of the place. Going around to sort some of the things they brought for Kendo, [ ] felt a presence behind her “whats all this..” the groggy bull said, ducking down to walk into his lavish bedroom “Your new home! I had them build something spacious but also not overwhelming, and these white are just so lovely.” [ ] kept talking as she soon felt two large arms wrap around her torso “ Ya did this for little ol me..?” He whispered as she ran a hand over his forearm. “I did...you need somewhere to relax in this state” She responded, trying to get from his grasp as he tighten it “Uh uh dont leave...tell me whats wrong with me doc..why cant I stop feeling hot...and anytime you come around I...cant help myself” He ended with a groan , burying his face in the shorter girls neck “Well once im sure of you being in a state of need ill be back okay? Just...relax for me and i promise ill be back.” finally convincing him to let go of her waist, not without a pained groan as he went to the bed, hazy eyes glancing over the short dress wearing girl “Get some more rest okay? Im gonna get something to eat and ill be back in the morning. Call me if you need me okay?” [ ] said as he just groaned a meek response, turning to his side.

Earlier the next morning [ ] woke up to an empty house. Stretching she found a neatly written note with some food on the table

Dearest Niece, Im currently headed to your Uncle Poseidon's place, I should be back some time later ; an update on Kendo, hes been begging for you all day, wont let anyone touch him or check on him. He should be awake now but do be warned ; He’s a lot more scatterbrained than usual

Auntie Demeter

Reading over the note again [ ] sighed, putting on her more comfortable and workable dress as she headed up to his new little house on his hill, the sound of groaning and whines coming to her ears as she got to his door. Seeing it ajar she pushed it open slightly, the place dark except from a crack of light coming from the window. Going to the shades she opened them, hearing a hiss from the bed. “Kendo its me..[ ]?” She called out as the wild set of hair came into view. He was even more disheveled, eyes filled over as he looke to the girl before growling, crawling out of the bed to her. With a gasp she was in his arms, body shaking as she was met with unnaturally feral eyes from the boy. “You left me yesterday..” he rapeseed out, burying his face in her neck again as she grabbed at his thick neck “Kendo honey, i told you id be back this morning didnt i?” She calmly said as he held her tighter, pushing her chest to his “Dont care, ‘ts too long” Realizing why he was so needy [ ] tried to reason with him “Well im sorry love, here lets sit down on the bed” Trying to get him to move she walked forward only to feel something large and hot push into her bare thigh. Nervously she looked down only to be faced to what she feared it was ; His hanging member. A wicked laugh came from above her as she was met with his ever lust driven eyes, a hand of his going to cup her ass and pull her closer “See what you left me with? No matter how hard i fuck my fist i cant cum, it wont come out” He whined and burried his face again, rocking himself on her thigh “Please ill do anythin..youre the only one who sgotten me like this...the only one i want..[ ] please princess help me” Overwhelmed but the situation she tried to pull back, eyes searching his “K-kendo youre getting yourself worked up relax-” Without warning he picked her up, making her screech as he brought her crouch to his face, inhaling as he whimpered, reaching down to his growing dick “Fuck you smell good, like flowers...and sweets..” Letting his tongue roll out he sucked over her panties, making her squeal as she gripped his messy hair “N-no kendo put me down i need to help y-you!” She moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit, a mutual groan coming from both of them. Soon a hard tug to his hair resonated, cause him to put her down as she barely touched the floor, hand grabbing his biceps “Kendo please, please sit down youre overworking yourself.” Trying to calm her racing heart she saw how hazed he was, his hand coming to wrap around his visually throbbing head, stroking himself as tight and fast as he could, looking at the awe struck girl infront of him. His hips lifted up as he was chasing a high but he soon groaned, thrusting meekly in his fist “I-I cant, fuck I cant do it doll, ‘t hurts...p-please” Finally snapping from her haze she got closer to Kendo, hand still trying to milk himself as she put her hand over his, stoping the motion.

“K-ken..ill help you okay? Youre gonna rub yourself raw at this pace..” nervously [ ] pulled his hand away, precum coating it as she gulped. He was huge, red and swollen tip curved in the right places. Even with his bull heritage he was still humanly manageable, but with a lot of work to try and get it to fit. With her staring at the intimidating size it twitched , curving up to his belly button as he gave her a lop sided snarl “ Cmon darlin, he... er, we need you . ya keep staring make me feel a bit exposed” He laughed as [ ] gave her own light chuckle. Facing her fears she wrapped a hand around his tip, a hurting yelp falling from Kendo at the touch made her eyes flicker to him but what she saw was pure lust, eyes blown with his tongue licking over his lips “Y-yes finally...shit I-i can feel somethin” Kendo couldnt help himself. Reaching down he grabbed her other hand , wrapping them tightly around his tip as he thrusted between them. “Mhmm im cumin, im gonna cum o-oh shit” As soon as she twisted her wrist to help him he felt himself twitch , spurts of warm cum splattering on [ ]’s face and the floor a he gave her a nervous laugh “S-shit doll face yer good...im sorry i couldnt hold it in..” he said shyly as [ ] gave him a sympathetic look, stroking over his still throbbing head. “[ ] please...can I fuck you? I-I promise ill go slow its juts the smell of you is..mhmm intoxicating” Kendo pulled her up from her knees, pressing his mouth against her clinging panties ,pulling them with his teeth. [ ] squeaked, grabbing his hair as he pushed her hips closer, trying to lick her. “W-wait ill take em off” Pushing at his shoulders she pulled the piece he had in his mouth out, sliding the flimsy lace as she came a bit closer, a growl coming from his lips as he pushed her dress higher, finally able to taste her. Throwing one leg then the next on his shoulder kendo fell back, making her fall onto his lips.

[ ] let a pitched moan come out, startled by his rummaging in between her thighs , his diligent uskcing on her clit taking a toll as she came, bucking her hips onto his mouth. Swallowing her juices Kendo flipped her on her stomach, pushing the fabric of her dress up and over her shoulder to release her covered chest, now exposed “mhmm i want more of that sweet nectar baby why dont you give it to me?” whispering in her ear and now bucking his even harder dikc between her small lips [ ] started to panic “K-Ken wait I dont think youll fit!” ignoring her thrashing Kendo looked over her body, seeing how she shook at every stroke of his tip against her sopping core “I told ya ill be gentle, hold still [ ]...i wouldnt hurt my mate” The heaviness of those word took over [ ]’s body as she looked back to him, only to see the save behemoth size push against her ring of muscles. Agonizingly slow he pushed, letting his tip slide in as he pushed each small inch he could in, a whine falling from them both. Once he was halfway in he slowly thrust his hips, causing the girl to yelp “I-its alright i got ya okay? Youre fine...its okay im here” Constantly praising her , Kendo was able to slip more into her, each mini thrust pushing him a bit closer to her, the sounds of squishing and pleasure filled moans filling the room. Becoming overwhelmed at almost being full [ ] pushed her hips back to take the rest, making Kendo yelped and [ ] moaned, the sudden feeling of him bottoming out almost too much as he placed his hand on her stomach, feeling him brush her cervix. Swinging his hips more fluidly he started to pounder her even more, gripping her neck as he pushed her deeper in the bed “Fuck yeah i knew youd be my perfect little minx, taking me so well i cant wait to see you swollen with my babies” He huskily whispered , the stretched out girl too blissed at taking him whole to care about his words.

“I bet youd love being my mate, wouldnt have to lift a finger for anything , id take good care of ya..” Continuing his beating against her cervix he felt something strong hed never felt before, a blind need to cum hitting him like a train “mhm..please let me breed you, this pussys’ mine, all i ever wanted...ill make you a cute little house wife hm? Make you swell with cute little us running about.” Feeling her weakening clench over him he reached for that bundle of nerves, switching his hips to hit even deeper, his throbbing dick pushing against that sponge in her walls. Crying out [ ] fell lower, feeling him slip impossibly deeper as he sped up.” Cmon [ ] , babygirl cum for me..give me it..t-then i can give you what you want yeah? Fill ya to the brim so you can bear me a strong child….”Finally at that the little sense of control snapped coming from a particularly hard push and roll of her clit she was whining , grabbing the arm beside her head as angry red lines welted up. Feeling her hit her peak Kendo got to his knees , nursing her bud as she tried to tug him away, thighs shaking as teary eyes looked down to his fierce lust filled one. As soon as she started whimpering and pulling her hips away he stopped, scrubbing his tip along her folds as he entered without too much pull, [ ]’s mouth falling open “Mh..i'm so close baby...just wanted to look at you when I fill you full..” Kendo felt his tip twitch, making his hips stutter as he picked his pace up again, watching as her arms went are far as they could to his back, stretching his shoulders as he came with a growl, and almost audible sound of him pumping in her heard as she weakly pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a intimate kiss.

With care he pulled from her lips, seeing her eyes fill up again as he kissed tears away “Its alright...its okay ‘m here princess...its alright..I didnt hurt you did I?” Kendo asked as he looke at her slightly bulged stomach, a satisfied smirk on his lips “ Hey [ ]...” He started as she gave a weak hum he continued “Be my mate..I know i didnt ask before filling you bu...id be honored to make such a caring woman my mate and wife...treat you just like my father does my mom..…” He said, nuzzling her cheek before [ ] pulled his face up, kissing him lightly as she gave him a tired smile, rubbing his cheeks “I-id be honored to be your mate..take good care of me okay? Or Auntie Demeter has your head..” Laughing he kissed her lips again, sealing their new deal

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“new arrivals” (chilumi oneshot)

Lumine and Childe anticipate the birth of their baby. As always, the two of them never have a moment of peace, and unexpected events arise, throwing everything in danger’s way.

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hey friends! long time no see :p

i’ve finished my fic “the president and the troublemaker” so i’m back to writing one shots for a bit. if you haven’t read it yet, check it out on my profile :D

this oneshot is in response to this ask i received c:

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“new arrivals”

Lumine hated Childe. Well, she hated Childe sometimes. She loved him, she really did, but in this moment, she hated him.

“Just because I am pregnant, doesn’t mean I can’t walk,” she nearly growled at him.

With a sheepish smile, Childe removed his hands from her arms. “Sorry, sorry. Your waddling makes me nervous.”

Lumine scoffed. “Of course I have to waddle.” She patted her swollen belly. “How else can I get around with this thing in me?”

Almost as if in retaliation, Lumine felt a kick inside her—don’t call me ‘thing.’

Instantly, Childe’s hand were resting on her bump, eagerly awaiting their baby’s movements. It truly amazed Lumine at how natural Childe’s paternal instincts were.

Their weekly spars had turned into nightly meetings, and nightly meetings had turned into...Well. Their current situation. It hadn’t been planned, obviously, it had just happened.

It had taken Lumine a whole week of nauseous morning after nauseous morning before Childe finally convinced her to visit Bubu Pharmacy where they both received the shock of their lives. Baizhu had been very compassionate, ensuring the confidentiality of the pregnancy as they left.

Childe had been the first one to get over the shock. For Childe, who had spent his life surrounded by family and younger siblings, he had easily grown accustomed to the idea of his own family—especially one with Lumine.

Lumine, on the other hand, took much, much longer. She hadn’t ever given it a thought: her own family?

She was on a quest to find her brother, of course. To regain her powers, defeat the Unknown God, and leave this world with Aether. She couldn’t just settle down and start a family.

Weeks passed, Lumine’s stomach growing, as she slipped into a dark place, thoughts of failure filling her mind—I’m never going to leave now.

Childe had spent all of his time, taking care of Lumine as she looked after herself less and less. Slowly, he was giving up his duties as a Harbinger; the Tsaritsa and his comrades were growing suspicious. Childe knew if they found out, it would only end in violence. A child between one of their strongest Harbingers and the all-powerful Outlander? They would surely want it as a pawn on their side, if they weren’t going to kill it first.

Childe found them a tiny cottage secluded in the vast mountain ranges of Liyue, with help from Zhongli, who was, of course, the most familiar with the lay of the land. He practically had to carry Lumine there, who was still deep in her depressive state, who spent her days laying in bed, staring blankly at the walls of her inn room, unwilling to move.

Once they were in the cottage, Childe again took care of her as she continued to contemplate her fate, unmoving; he made sure she ate, he cleaned her, and was always there to hold her at night, telling her that he would be with her no matter what she decided to do.

Her love for him only deepened as she saw how selflessly he helped her, how loyal he was. Because of him and his love and devotion, she slowly came to terms with their situation.

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted this life: some secluded home in the mountains with Childe and a bouncing baby on her hip. A slow, peaceful life; it would be such a luxury from what her life was before. But, there was always that pang of guilt that settled in the back of her throat: the anxious thoughts that she was abandoning Aether, her twin brother, for this.

And perhaps it was that guilt that blocked Lumine from having any real connection with the life growing inside her. She hadn’t envisioned whether it would be a son or daughter, whether it would have her hair or Childe’s eyes—she hadn’t even thought of a name. Thinking of this baby only drew up a blank slate, a missing void.

Now nearing the end of her pregnancy, she felt a lot of movement inside. She knew that those moments were supposed to be special, that mothers cherished those feelings, but Lumine’s body registered them more as just...foreign movements.

There was also the fear. The fear of not being able to be a mother in the first place. She envied Childe and his ease with parenthood: knowing all the things to prepare, the foods she should be eating, the first lessons to teach. Lumine had no clue what to say or do.

She and Aether had been abandoned, left to fend for themselves, from a very young age. She never had a solid parental figure in her life.

How am I ever going to be a good mother?

A soft touch to her cheek pulled Lumine from her ruminations.

Childe gave her a smile. “Need anything, Lumi?”

Lumine put her hand over his. “Hm, I am a bit hungry,” she said.

A light chuckle. “How about some sticky honey roast?” His hand slid down from her cheek, his thumb on the corner of her lips. “You’re drooling already.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Shouldn’t you be hurrying up then?”

Childe laughed, then kissed her forehead. “I’ll come get you when it’s ready,” he told her, exiting to the kitchen.

Lumine turned, looking out the open window, into their little garden. The earthly scent wafted through the window, the warm sunshine adding an extra tang to the air. Through the window she counted the growing vegetables, taking note of those ready to harvest.

Humming quietly to herself, she made her way to the kitchen, standing in the doorway to watch Childe flutter about the room, pulling various pots, pans, and utensils out from the shelves.

Archons, he was going to be such a good father.

!!!

There was another movement in her womb, this time sharper, a bit more painful. She let out a tiny gasp.

Childe turned, and immediately went to her, brows furrowed. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “There’s been a lot of movement lately.”

There was a long pause before Childe spoke. “Must mean it’s nearly time.”

She locked eyes with him. “Already?”

He reached out and soothed out her hair. “Hey, no worries. I will be right here with you—always.” He smiled softly. “We’ll get through it together.”

Lumine nodded, her throat drying. “I’ll be in the garden for a bit.”

“Okay. Can you get some carrots while you’re there? We’re running a bit low.”

She nodded again, leaving the house while Childe returned to his preparations.

She walked through the tall grass, pushing open the wooden fence leading into the garden, her slippers thudding quietly against the little cobblestone path. Finding the patch of carrots, she slowly knelt down, beginning to pull the orange vegetables from the earth.

Birds tweeted, insects chirped, and Lumine again found herself in the vortex of anxiety as she thought about the coming days. Any day from now, she was going to birth a whole new life into the world—a tiny, little, helpless life she was going to have to raise, look after. Can I do it?

She shook her head.

She had helped countless lives, people of all ages and backgrounds, during her time in Teyvat. She had even formed special bonds with so many of them, this child being a result of one of those special bonds. So, surely she would find her way to loving this new life, to caring for it with all her heart, right?

And she would still search for Aether. Aether wouldn’t be angry. He would love a niece or nephew to look after. She was sure her child would love their uncle right back. So, she would have to find Aether for her child and—

BZZT.

Lumine blinked. Was that a bug?

“Found you.”

Lumine looked over her shoulder, finding a familiar blue-haired boy standing behind her. Scaramouche.

“What an annoyance it’s been looking for you,” he said, the ball of electricity crackling dangerously in his hand.

Anxiety pooled into Lumine’s veins. She wouldn’t be able to fight him, not like this. I can’t even stand up quickly right now.

!!!

Another painful movement ripped through Lumine’s body. She bit the side of her cheek in to keep quiet in front of Scaramouche.

“Not going to say anything?” he taunted, taking steps closer to her. “Not even going to raise your weapon at me?”

She dug her nails into the dirt, trying to make the pain go away.

“C’mon. What happened to the almighty Outlander?” His voice continued to drop in annoyance. Lumine could feel the electricity sparking directly behind her now.

“What do you want?” she strained out.

A sardonic laugh rippled through the air as he yanked her up by her hair.

“What I’ve been ordered to do.” He brought the electricity closer to her throat. “To kill—”

He froze, tiny flickers of Electro energy pricking Lumine’s skin. He let her go, stepping around her as she collapsed back onto the ground.

“How...interesting,” he breathed, eyes cast down at Lumine’s pregnant body. “So this is why you’ve hid all this time.” His eyes twitched, calculating what to do with the new information.

Lumine rubbed at her neck. “Are you still going to kill me? Or take me back to your Tsaritsa?”

“Who’s the father?” Violet-blue eyes met amber. “Don’t tell me…” He let out a cynical laugh, eyes growing wide with hysteria. “That idiot? Of course! Why didn’t we see it before? The two of you did disappear around the same time…”

He leaned down, bringing the Electro energy back near Lumine’s face. “Tartaglia’s nearby, isn’t he?”

Lumine glared at him. I can just pull my sword out right now. He was close enough for her to throw a quick jab at. Maybe she could disarm him and get away.

It had been so long since she had last fought, since she last materialized her sword. It was going to take some time to do it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she finally answered. She focused her energy to her palm, searching through the void for her weapon.

“Playing dumb’s not going to work.” There was a surge of power through the ball of electricity. “You should just tell me before I kill you and find out for myself.”

“You don’t even want the child? You’re just going to kill a potentially powerful weapon?” she tried to bargain. She needed more time. She could feel her sword’s particles slowly returning to her.

Scaramouche paused for a brief second to consider. “Sounds like a liability.” He glanced up at the sky. “The Tsaritsa has all she needs. I’d rather not run the risk of another filthy betrayer.”

SHING!

Lumine’s sword appeared in her hand.

Without hesitation, she stabbed up at Scaramouche, forcing all the elemental energy in her body through the weapon.

Anemo and Geo energy struck the Harbinger in his chest, sending him flying across the garden.

Lumine struggled to stand, stumbling her way back to the house, energy already quickly draining from her heavy body. She glanced back at Scaramouche.

He was standing up, his eyes twitching with rage. “You—” He launched an Electro attack directly at her.

She raised her hand, trying to charge her counter attack as fast as she could.

I can’t get it in time—!

A shield of Hydro formed in front of her, dissipating Scaramouche’s attack.

Relief washed over Lumine as she turned around. Childe—

“Mona?!” she blurted.

The twin-tailed astrologist gave her a small smile. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” she said. Her eyes flickered to Lumine’s belly. “And with child?”

“What are you doing here?!”

Mona threw up a Hydro shield as Scaramouche fired another sphere of Electro.

“The Hydro witch again,” he snarled. “You’re really getting on my nerves.”

Scaramouche charged an arc of lightning straight at them.

Mona casted a large bubble of water to surround them, wincing as the lightning collided with the shield, burning sparks deflecting all over.

The lightning didn’t disappear upon collision, instead continuously barraging against the water. Mona closed her eyes in concentration, brows furrowing with each passing second.

Scaramouche twisted his arm, amping the lightning with more energy, the Electro glow brightening.

CRACK!

Mona let out a sharp gasp; a fine line had splintered in the bubble.

Lumine raised her hands, straining her muscles, and mustering any energy in her body to charge a barrier of her own to help her friend.

!!!

She groaned as she collapsed back onto her knees, a horrible, throbbing pain rippling through her abdomen. Her eyes widened, feeling water trickle down the side of her leg.

No, no, no...not now!

“Lumine!” Mona breathed out. “What’s wrong?”

The blonde cried out as her body underwent another contraction. “I—the baby…,” was all she managed to get out before letting out another cry of pain. The baby is coming!

Mona cursed, another line fracturing in her shield.

“It’s over!” Scaramouche yelled. “There’s no use delaying your deaths!”

A smattering of blue Hydro energy rushed past the women, heading directly for the Harbinger. Just as quickly, Scaramouche withdrew his arc of lightning at Mona and Lumine, blocking the oncoming attack.

Childe locked his daggers with Scaramouche’s Electro shield. His face was twisted in a snarl, a dark, evil expression Lumine had never seen before.

“I’m going to kill you,” he said to Scaramouche, voice gravelly, but plain, as if it were just a simple fact being stated.

The blue-haired boy barked out a laugh. “You can’t. You were always the weakest one of us all.”

Childe mimicked the laughter. “I never did like you, Scaramouche.” His ocean eyes narrowed. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

There was an explosion of Hydro, engulfing the two Harbingers. The two struck each other with ultimate speed and precision, only brief glimpses of their fight visible, disembodied clashes of weapons and elements.

Mona let down her own barrier, short of breath, and knelt next to Lumine.

“I’ll teleport us out of here—to safety,” she said.

Lumine reached out, grasping onto her friend’s arm. “No,” she heaved. “Not...without him.” She looked up, eyes tracking Childe. I’m not going to leave you.

“The father?” the mage asked. She worried her lip as she stared ahead, lost in thought. Then, “Wait here,” she said.

The witch shimmered into thin air with a torrent of water, reappearing next to Childe. Both Scaramouche and Childe immediately turned their weapons at her, which she deflected.

She leapt and grabbed Childe by the shoulder, disappearing yet again, rematerializing next to Lumine. Childe and Scaramouche both let out curses as Mona grabbed Lumine’s arm.

WHOOSH!

Lumine blinked, and the three of them were in a thick forest: a distance aways from where they were before.

Mona cried out as Childe knocked her to the ground, foot pinning her arm, dagger at her face.

“Who are you?” he growled.

“Friend!” Lumine croaked out. “She’s my friend!”

Childe turned towards Lumine. He released his weapons, rushing to Lumine’s side. “Are you hurt?” he asked, gently examining her.

“It’s coming,” Lumine whispered.

She felt his muscles tense against her. “Right now?” Upon her nod, he clenched his jaw. He turned back to Mona. “Do you know anything about childbirth?”

Mona glared at him slightly, rubbing at her bruised arm. “No. I’m an astrologist, not a doctor.”

Childe returned the expression. “Could you get us to Liyue Harbor? To BuBu Pharmacy?”

A shake of the head. “It takes a lot of energy to teleport. I won’t be able to do it for a while, unfortunately.”

!!!

Another contraction pulsed through Lumine’s body. “Now,” she groaned. “It has to be now.” It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming. Tears gathered in her eyes, from the pain, from the fear barraging her mind.

“Okay, okay,” Childe said, tender. He stroked Lumine’s hair. “You’re going to have the baby right here, okay?”

He yanked off his jacket, laying it under Lumine. He motioned at Mona. “You are going to have to hold her leg.”

Mona came to Lumine’s side, face slightly pale, then took off her cape and folded it into a makeshift pillow under the blonde’s head. “You’re a doctor?”

Childe shook his head. His face was taut. “Lots of younger siblings. I’ve seen my mother deliver before.” He grabbed Lumine’s hand softly. “It’s mostly going to be you from here,” he said. He squeezed her hand. “And I know you’re going to do great. Like you always do.”

I can’t.

All her battles combined didn’t come close to the excruciating pain radiating throughout her body now. Her mind was fleeting, blurred—all of her previous anxieties crashing back; she was senseless, she couldn’t fight them off.

“I can’t,” she finally whispered. “I can’t do this; I can’t be a mother.”

Childe tucked her hair back, leaning in close, lips nestled on her forehead. “There is absolutely no one in this world that compares to you,” he whispered back. “It’s terrifying, I know, but if there’s anyone that can be an amazing mother, it’s you.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve seen you defeat armies of men, monsters, and gods—”

“Childe, that’s different—”

“—and I’ve seen how brilliantly resilient you are. You would stop at nothing for those you love.”

“Ahem,” Mona coughed awkwardly.

Lumine and Childe looked at her.

She looked away, bashful. “You have this strange ability to have patience, and to care for everyone,” Mona said. “Even when they’re difficult and stubborn...like me.” She finally looked back at Lumine. “I think...I think anyone would be lucky to have you as their mother, Lumine.”

Lumine sniffled loudly. “Mona…”

“Now, now,” the mage interrupted. “Let’s get this on the way. I suppose being an aunt would be fun…”

“She’s right,” Childe added. “I thank the stars everyday that I’m going to be able to love and cherish this child with you. There’s no one else that could ever come close to you, Lumi.”

Tears fully rained from Lumine’s eyes. Slowly, she began to nod.

They were right. She knew herself more than capable. And she wasn’t going to be alone. Even with her fears, she had her loved ones there to support her. Together, they would be strong enough for anything.

I...I can do this.

“Thank you, both,” she breathed. She reached out, putting her hand in Childe’s. “I love you.”

He smiled at her. “I love you too.” He kissed her before kneeling by her feet.

“Deep breathes,” Childe told her. “Then push, okay?”

She nodded, taking in a lungful of air.

Breathe, Lumine, breathe.

Breathe.

PUSH.

Lumine let out a sharp cry, pushing with every ounce of strength left in her body, nerves excruciatingly igniting all over. The trees swayed as the wind picked up around the three.

Pleasepleaseplease—

“Lumine,” Mona murmured, glancing up at the leaves. “Your energy is leaking out.”

Lumine stopped pushing for a second, forehead slick with sweat. “Wha-What does that mean?”

Mona pointed at swirls of Anemo energy forming above, leaves and branches beginning to snap off. “It may very well mean you might level this entire forest.”

Oh no… “I-I can’t control it right now,” Lumine said.

“Can you form a seal of some sort?” Childe asked.

The astrologist bit her lip. “I can certainly try.” She grabbed Lumine’s hand then nodded.

Taking in another deep breath, Lumine started pushing again. Both her and Mona winced as Lumine squeezed their hands together. A blue glow emitted lightly from her body—Mona’s magic—and she felt her elemental energy rattling in her veins.

“You’re doing great, Lumi,” Childe said over her panting. “You’re almost there.”

Almost...there!

Lumine screamed as she felt a final wave of pain, and the intense release of pressure.

Then, a cry.

Not hers, however. The pitched wailing of a baby.

She relaxed back, just listening to the crying as Childe and Mona shuffled around, checking on the baby.

It’s here.

She looked down at her feet where Childe was wrapping the baby in his gray jacket. He was smiling, his blue eyes blissfully aglow.

He carried the bundle to Lumine. “A son,” he told her. The baby was placed in her arms.

For the first time ever, Lumine looked down at her son.

My son.

“He’s so small,” she said, smoothing down his head of light hair. She held him close to her heart, and the crying quieted down. His tiny eyes opened, bleary blue hues taking in the world.

Her heart ached as it swelled with overwhelming emotion. Seeing this tiny creature, this life she carried for many months—a product of her and Childe’s love and passion—she knew she already loved him, that yes, she would give her all to protect him: her new family.

Childe wrapped his arms around her shoulders, looking down at their son as well. “You did it,” he murmured, kissing her forehead.

“Congratulations,” Mona said. “The battle isn’t over quite yet.”

Lumine looked up at her friend. “What do you mean?”

Mona raised a brow. “There is another child, isn’t there?”

…

What?

Both Lumine and Childe stared at the astrologist blankly.

“How do you know?” Childe asked.

“Oh, Archons, you really didn’t know,” Mona responded, panicked. “When I was using my magic to seal away Lumine’s elemental energy, I felt the two different life forms—it’s twins.”

!!!

Lumine felt her muscles tense as her body prepared for another delivery. She let out a gasp, looking up at Childe to confirm, yes, there is another baby.

“Hold the baby,” he said to Mona, moving back down to Lumine’s feet.

Mona gently took the baby into her arms, a look of uncertainty scrawled on her face.

BOOM!

There was a thunderous strike of lightning right next to the group; as the dust settled, Scaramouche stepped out of the fog, purple electricity crackling all over his body.

“Would you look at that,” he growled, eyes narrowing in on the newborn. “Another body to dispose of.” A wicked grin pulled at his lips. “I was going to kill you all quickly, but now I think I’m going to make it slow. And tortuous.”

Childe stood, eyes dark. “Mona, keep Lumine safe.”

Then, he launched towards the other Harbinger, becoming engulfed in electricity as well. The two impacted, an explosion resonating around them, and Childe stepped out from the smoke, his Foul Legacy transformation completed.

Over the deafening sounds of blades crashing, Mona took the cape from under Lumine’s head, laying it under her body. She spoke to Lumine, “Are you ready to start pushing?”

Lumine shook her head feverishly. “I can’t.” Not without Childe.

“You must,” her friend said. “You can’t help him until you do.”

Lumine’s body locked up in pain with another contraction. “Okay,” she strained out.

Mona nodded, conjuring a glob of water, then placing Lumine’s child on it. “It’s the only bassinet I can make right now.”

“Can you still help seal my energy?”

“Of course.” Mona knelt by Lumine’s feet. “Are you ready?”

Lumine swallowed hard, then nodded. After taking in many deep breaths, she mustered all the remaining strength in her body to push.

A labored cry exhaled from her body, every fiber in her body praying for it all to stop.

“It’s almost out,” Mona encouraged. “Just a bit more!”

The edges of her mind blurred. She imagined her and Childe, living their lives peacefully with their two children, watching lovingly as they skipped around in fields of flowers. Aether would walk up, greeting his little nieces and nephews, waving joyfully at Lumine. Her friends—Mona, Xiangling, Zhongli, and countless others—would take turns coming to visit, to see them and their happy little family in their happy little home.

It was such a lovely dream.

Tears ran down her face, and Lumine pushed just one last time.

…

The familiar sound of a newborn’s cries filled the air once more. Lumine fell back, laying down in the dirt, the sight of tangled tree canopies above returning to her vision.

“A girl,” Mona said, carefully wrapping her cape around the baby. She stood, carrying the little girl to Lumine.

BOOM!

The two women snapped their attention back to the fight, watching as Childe’s armor shattered around him. He fell, kneeling, and gasping for breath.

Despite her exhausted body, Lumine scrambled up. “Childe!”

“You’ve grown so weak, Tartaglia,” Scaramouche spat. “You’re out of practice. Too focused on your meaningless family,” he mocked.

“Run,” Childe gasped out weakly to Lumine.

Scaramouche slammed his foot into Childe’s head, cackling as the Eleventh Harbinger fell down.

Something stirred in Lumine’s body.

“I think,” Scaramouche said, turning to Lumine, “I’m going to kill your children first. Right in front of you. How does that sound?”

Something old, ancient—something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

“Shield everyone,” Lumine said lowly to Mona. In response, Mona gave a small nod, grabbing the two children, and making her way to Childe inconspicuously.

Scaramouche stalked closer to Lumine. “Are you going to try and fight me?” Another cackle. “You’re even weaker than Tartaglia, especially after what you just went through.”

“You threatened my family,” Lumine nearly growled. “You hurt my family.” She raised her arm, materializing her blade. Quicker than before.

“And you’re going to pay for that,” she finished, her veins ignited with ancient energy.

He smirked. “I’d like to see you try.”

There was an overwhelming ringing in Lumine’s ears as she felt the liquid power coarse through her body. The sensation extended through her back, bursting outwards, until...a pair of wings had formed. Her pair of wings.

Her skin was aglow, a golden haze enveloping her, her wings, and her sword.

It was her old power.

Her powers had come back.

“What is the meaning of this?” Scaramouche sneered.

Lumine glanced over at Mona, the two babies in her arms, hovering over Childe, who was stirring awake. A faint blue glow surrounded them—Mona’s barrier.

She turned her attention back to Scaramouche, who was charging up an Electro attack of his own.

“It’s no use,” Lumine said, echoing his words back to him. She leapt up into the air, flying far above him as he cursed below.

She closed her eyes, thinking of her friends, of Aether, her children, her one true love, Childe—her family.

The sword illuminated, crackling with golden arcs of energy. Then, she plunged down.

A sonic boom erupted around her as she landed, acres of dirt and trees uprooting in the explosion. The mountains shook, the clouds parted, and Lumine used the last bit of her energy to blast the dust away.

Laying before her, lifeless, was Scaramouche.

I did it.

She quickly looked around for her family, crying in relief seeing Mona, Childe, and the babies safely protected.

She felt her ancient power drain from her, and she collapsed on her knees as the pain and exhaustion funneled back into her body.

“Lumine!” she heard Childe shout.

“Childe…,” she responded, voice thin.

Then, her vision went black.

* * *

There was the crying of a baby. No, two babies. It sounded so familiar, yet foreign to Lumine.

She was in a black void, looking around for the source of the crying. Whoever they were, she knew they needed her. And she needed to protect them.

Lumine groggily opened her eyes, the black void from her dreams dissipating. Her vision adjusted, and she realized she was laying in her and Childe’s bed, back at their mountain cottage. Muffled through the walls, she heard the crying of her children, and the voice of Childe trying to calm them.

She slowly sat up, the bed creaking under her. At the sound of movement, Mona stirred awake from the corner.

“You’re awake!” she shouted. She went to the door, throwing it open, and yelling, “She’s awake, she’s awake!”

Lumine blinked at her, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, while Mona came to her side.

“How are you feeling?” her friend asked.

Lumine stretched a bit. “Very sore.”

“Hmph. I would expect so; you really did level that forest.” Mona looked out the window. “After exerting that kind of power, you should most certainly be dead.” She bit her lip. “But I am glad you are not.”

“Thank you, Mona. For all your help,” Lumine said with a small smile.

The astrologist flung her blue hair over her shoulder. “You are very welcome,” she said, returning the smile.

“You never did tell me why you were here of all places.”

“Ah, yes, that.” She folded her arms across her chest. “After our encounter with that Harbinger, I decided to track his movements—just to make sure he wouldn’t cause any more trouble.” She opened her hydromancy chart, looking over the sigils. “As fate would have it, I followed him here, to you.”

The wailing of the newborns drew closer, and Childe appeared in the doorway, two wriggling bundles in his arms.

His hair was rustled, dark bags under his eyes, and his usual pressed attire was wrinkled and disheveled.

Archons, Lumine loved him.

It was obvious to her that while she was knocked out cold, he had been taking care of their newborn children all on his own. Which was probably the furthest thing from easy...

He gave her a smile, tired at the edges, but filled with love all the same—and she gave him the same smile, yearning to embrace him and their new family.

Mona mumbled something about going to observe the sky for a while, and slipped out of the room as Childe sat on the edge of the bed.

Wordlessly, he placed the two babies in Lumine’s arms, and their cries were instantly quelled.

“Now that’s something I haven’t heard in forever,” he sighed. “Silence.”

“I hope it wasn’t unbearable.” She looked down at her babies, gently smoothing their little light hairs. It would never cease to amaze her, the overwhelming love and joy she felt looking at her twins. Looking at their tiny hands, their tiny feet, seeing their little breaths—any anxiety or fears she had felt before disappeared into thin air.

Childe wrapped his arm around Lumine, looking down at their children as well. “The only thing that was unbearable was not having you around,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Lumine nodded. “I couldn’t imagine doing this without you.” She leaned into Childe’s chest. “I’ll always be around,” she assured.

“And I’ll always be with you,” he answered. “Our little family.”

Lumine smiled, the happiest of tears coming to her eyes.

“Our little family.”

* * *

[grismavessel]

Question timeeee

How did Gris get his first Rowlet?

(assuming Alola is a Decidueye by the time you get to Hisui) Alola’s reactions of Dartrix evolving to a regional variant Decidueye

What happened to Grimhilda’s Pokemon after she passed?

What are Ingo & Emmet parents like? (and if they are alive) what are their reactions to Ingo’s boyfriend Gris and his dad Guzma?

Anywhere Gris or Ingo want to go to specifically? Maybe couples trip?

Anyone else notable that Gris has a friendship with? (gym leaders, team members, whatever other ppl there are I'm blanking atm. this can go for really any of ur different AUs)

(yoooo let’s go! Lightning round!) (also I’m writing these at like 1 am, no sleep gang strikes again)

Guzma pulled some strings with his old pal Kukui and actually got a rowlet egg just for Gris. Even as a kid the old stigma of team skull still kind of lingered so Gris didn’t have friends really, so Guzma surprised them with their first Pokémon to raise and bond with to fill in the gap! It was when Gris was around 8-10, before their Pokémon journey started. They’ve been ride or die every since rowlet hatched.

In Hisui, Gris was fully prepared to have twin Decidueyes on their team. Two matching hooded archer birds 💳💥 but as the two watched the Dartricx evolved Gris noticed right away that something was different. When the variant appeared Gris was so excited and happy and surprised. Words could not express their joy to discover a regional variant of their favorite Pokémon. Alola though, was shocked. Little timid natured Hisui was in tears. It wanted to look just like Alola and it got very upset. The two birds made up in the end. Now when Gris goes back to the present they have something amazing to show Kukui.

When she passed, everyone took a big hit. It was unexpected and even the Pokémon went into a mourning period. (I haven’t decided her team yet oops) Guzma kept most of them, taking care of them and they’re basically family. I think I want one to become apart of Gris’s Alola team but I’m not quite sure, and I also wanted one to move on like how in the anime sometimes Ash would let his Pokémon off on their own to go do their own thing like Greninja. Still in the works, but they all find a home either with Guzma and Gris or somewhere else.

The submas twins’s parents. I’d like to think their mom would be very upbeat, pep in her step, nose to the grind stone type of gal, while their dad is very laid back and chill, a very passive but charming man. They are alive I just haven’t gotten around to thinking about any designs/story that involve them much. Lets say that with everyone else around Ingo, they’d be floored. Mom, fainted, Dad, hanging on by 1 hp when they hear that one of their sons is dating the son of infamous former leader of a criminal organization. Family dinners are awkward, but they try to be supportive. They’re just very scared of Guzma. They love Gris though.

Trips! I’ve said somewhere they make trips to Galar and Alola, but I think the two of them would love to visit Kalos. One for the cuisine, two Gris won’t freeze the minute they step outside, three Ingo won’t melt on the spot from the sun, and four, they both want to go see the Sundial in Anistar City. Seeing it glisten in the setting sun would be magical (Ingo looks to the sundial but can’t help but look to Gris and watch the pretty light dance around them), and five, mega stone hunting because why not have a chance to mega evolve one of their Pokémon?

Gris knows Gladion and Lillie. They’re older and kind of treat Gris like a younger brother. The siblings come by and chat with Guzma, the three bonded over Lusamine being crazy. Gris feels like the cousin kept out of the loop. There’s Nanu because Guzma plays cards with him on the weekends. They knew Hau before they tried to beat the elite 4, Hau visits Guzma to check up on him every now and then since he is the champion and the other’s a kahuna. There’s Elesa and Skyla, Draydon since he’s the twins uncle. They also know the other island kahunas too since Guzma dragged Gris to their meetings. Gris is only really good friends with the twins, Elesa and Skyla though.

In the howl’s moving castle au, they knew N since he curses Gris. They form a brotherly type relationship after his magic is taken away.

[extasiswings]

In true fashion, dealing with my saltiness by writing through it.  Did someone call for a Big Sister Intervention Hour featuring one Sophia Diaz?  Because personally, I think it’s what we all need. 

Eddie gets the text on a Thursday night after a long shift. He’s on the couch next to Ana when his phone buzzes—

Coming to LA end of next week for a work thing, dinner/drinks Friday at my hotel?

He knows Ana sees, even if she doesn’t ask, and before he can stop himself he asks—

“Do you want to meet my older sister next Friday?”

He can’t explain why his chest feels tight in the silence before she agrees.

He can’t explain why it stays tight even after she does. But he texts Sophia back and sets a time and later that night, when he’s in bed alone, staring up at the ceiling, he breathes until the tight band around his lungs finally loosens.

A week later, the three of them meet on the patio of the hotel bar—

His heart is racing as he hugs his sister and then steps aside and introduces Ana. He doesn’t know what to expect—there was never a lot of love lost between Sophia and Shannon, and she’s always been a little protective—but Sophia just smiles and says it’s a pleasure to meet her and they sit and—

Eddie finds himself relaxing the longer they all talk, breathing a tentative sigh of relief—

At least until Ana excuses herself to use the restroom and the smile drops off Sophia’s face the instant she’s out of sight.

“Eddie, what are you doing?”

“I—“ Eddie’s stomach twists and he reaches for his water glass for lack of anything better to do with his hands. “I don’t understand what you mean—I thought you were having a good time. Don’t you like her?”

“Yes, I think she’s very pretty and very nice,” Sophia replies, her tone and the look on her face unchanging. “But what are you doing?”

He swallows and tries not to shift under the scrutiny.

“I’m dating,” he replies, shoulders tensing. “A perfectly wonderful woman. Is there a problem with that?”  

“Uh, yeah, I’ll say,” Sophia shoots back. “Do you even know her? Does she know you? Do you have anything in common? Because I feel like I’ve been sitting here with two pod people play acting at being in love.”

Eddie’s jaw tics. “Of course we know each other, we’ve been dating for four months—“

“She calls you Edmundo.” His sister scoffs. “Nobody’s called you Edmundo regularly since you were seven and were able to ask them not to except for abuela. Last I knew, you still corrected anyone who called you that outside of family.”

“It’s just a name,” he argues. “It doesn’t matter. She’s a—“

“Wonderful woman, I got that,” Sophia interrupts. “But what do you really know about her? What do you like about her? Tell me that right now and I’ll shut up and butt out.”

“I—“ Eddie clears his throat and takes a drink. “She’s smart, she’s beautiful, she’s good with Christopher, she’s a great cook—“

“See, that just sounds like you’re ticking boxes off the Good Potential Wife checklist,” Sophia points out. “What do you like about her? What about her makes your heart race? Your breath catch? What are her little quirks that you find adorable? What about her specifically—not a generic list of traits that could apply to anyone—makes you want to be with her?”

Eddie opens his mouth to tell her off, to answer all of her stupid questions—because he absolutely can answer them, he can—

—but no words come to his tongue. His throat closes up. His mind goes blank.

“I—she’s perfect,” he manages finally, but he feels how weak it is even before his sister just hums and nods once.

“That’s what I thought,” she replies. “She’s perfect...on paper, right?  She’s perfect. But Eddie...that doesn’t mean she’s perfect for you.”

“We’re good together,” Eddie insists, even as his stomach twists, even as Sophia’s dark eyes feel like they’re seeing right through him, stripping him bare, holding up a mirror so he can see himself.

Sophia lets out a long breath and reaches for her purse before pushing back her chair.

“Eddie, you’re my brother and I love you, which is why I’m going to tell you what you need to hear even if you’re not going to want to hear it, okay?”

She doesn’t wait for a response before she says—

“If I learned anything from watching you with Shannon, it’s that you don’t need a wife to play house with—you need a partner. Someone who knows you—the real you, not whatever weird sanitized version of you I just sat through dinner with—someone who is capable of really having your back. Someone who makes you better, not smaller. Someone who makes you happy.”

“I am happy.” But even as he says it, the words taste like ash on his tongue.

Sophia rolls her eyes and drops a few bills on the table to cover her share of the check.

“I’m your sister. I’ve known you since the day you came out of the womb. Don’t lie to me. It won’t work.”

She stops next to his chair and kisses his cheek. “You can tell Ana I said it was nice meeting her but I wasn’t feeling well. Call me later.”  

And that’s—

Eddie slumps back in his chair and rubs his hands over his face. And he thinks. What does he know about Ana really? What does she really know about him?

Surface things—basic details. Where they were born, where they grew up, siblings, jobs. She knows he was married and that Shannon died, but when it came to talking about their separation he found himself reaching for the old half-truth that Shannon left for a few years to take care of her mother rather than the reality that she only spent six months doing that and just never came back. She knows about his medal because of show and tell, but she’s never asked about his scars and he’s never wanted to explain in any detail, he doesn’t talk about the nightmares he still gets sometimes. He doesn’t talk about the spiral he went down when Shannon died or how he came out of it. He doesn’t talk about how his parents didn’t want him to move to LA or how they’ve never trusted him with Christopher—

Nothing difficult. Nothing complicated. Nothing dark. With Ana he’s a version of himself who has it together all the time, who is always strong and in control and competent.

Sanitized. Like Sophia said.

And the thing is...Eddie doesn’t think he wants to show her any of those pieces of him that are less than polished, shiny, clean. Not now.

Maybe not ever.

“You okay, Edmundo?” Ana’s hand falls to his shoulder and he jumps. “Where’s Sophia?”

God, but Sophia was right about that too—when did he stop feeling comfortable correcting her?

He clears his throat.

“She wasn’t feeling well,” he lies quietly. “But she said it was nice meeting you.”

Ana’s hand slips off of his shoulder as she sits down again, a resigned look flickering across her face.

“She didn’t like me.”

Eddie sighs. “She did, she just...”

“Didn’t like me with you?” Ana fills in. She bites her lip and nods. Then she asks—

“What are we doing here, Edmundo?”

“Eddie.” It slips out and her eyebrows raise slightly.

“Eddie,” she corrects. “It looks a little like you want to run in the opposite direction as fast as possible.”

Eddie swallows hard. “You’re a wonderful woman, Ana—“ he starts, and she shakes her head, pushing her chair back.

She kisses him once, and it feels like goodbye even before she says—

“It’s okay. We don’t have to do all that.” Her thumb glides over his lower lip and the corners of her mouth turn up faintly before she pulls her hand away.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for,” she says quietly. “You deserve that too.”

And just like that, Ana Flores walks out of his life.

It doesn’t hurt. Instead, he can breathe. Which really says it all.

Eddie pulls out his phone.

Get back down here, you’re buying my drinks for the rest of the night, he sends.

Be there in five, Sophia replies. Followed by—

Proud of you.

He sends back an eye-roll emoji and a middle finger and gets a heart and smiley face blowing a kiss in return.

“What are we drinking?” Sophia asks when she slides into Ana’s abandoned seat and waves over the waiter.

“Can we get two tequila shots please?” Eddie asks the man, and Sophia laughs.

“Just like old times,” she says.

“Yeah, but this time it’s my breakup and I’m not holding your hair back at any point tonight,” Eddie shoots back.

His sister knocks her shoulder into his.

“You’re gonna be okay, kid. I know it.”

Eddie looks back at the entrance like he can still see Ana there, then back at Sophia.

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I think so.”

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I often feel that it took me thirty years to write my first book, No Pain, No Game. Not because I was physically writing it for that long, but because finally publishing my first novel felt like the culmination of three decades of bad writing, half-finished novels, random short-stories and a million mundane diary entries. It took that long to experiment with my craft, hone my skills, and master the fear of putting my work out there for all to see.

Exaggerations aside, it actually took me three years to write No Pain, No Game, from typing the first word on an otherwise blank page to having a fully-fledged, ready-to-publish novel. Those three years consisted of mostly undisciplined writing, sitting down to work on the story as and when the urge arose, sometimes not looking at it for weeks on end, and only getting back to it when inspiration hit. Only when I got serious about publishing did I put in the hours consistently, whether or not I was in the mood for it. The whole experience felt like not so much like long distance running, but more like a slow, often sluggish stop-start stroll, with a heart-pumping sprint at the very end.

I came out of having published the book revved up from adrenaline, soaking in the momentum, fretting for more and ready to do it all again. Out came the laptop again, the rush to get the first draft over and done with and the mad rush into editing-land.

It’s a Marathon, Not a Sprint (and not interval running, and not a slow leisurely walk)

The thing with sprinting, however, is that if you do it for too long, you quickly run out of breath and I soon learnt that maintaining that level of effort over time was unsustainable. Somewhere in the middle of editing my first draft, I hit a wall.

A big, fat, hundred feet high brick and mortar monster of a wall. I never saw it coming, and I face-planted right into it. For weeks after that I couldn’t look at my manuscript or social media, and I had to take a proper break from it all to restore.

The break gave me a chance to introspect and take stock of what had happened. It felt to me that, if I wanted to keep on writing more books (which I did) I had to pivot from my disorganised style of writing to a more committed endeavour. There’s nothing wrong with a leisurely walk, or random bouts of interval running, but I realised it wouldn’t give me the kind of results I was truly after. I had to look at writing as a marathon, and build the sort of stamina and endurance I needed to do this many times over without burning out.

From Dilettante to Disciplined Writer

When I think back to writing my first book, I wonder if there’s some truth in the saying that ignorance is bliss. Because I was less focused on the outcome at the time, I was better able to enjoy the ups and downs of the process, especially because I only sat to work at it when I felt like it. I was also mostly unaware of the mountain of logistics that come with writing and publishing a book, so I’d be able to see the distance I’d covered, without worrying about the miles that still stretched ahead of me. Yes, ignorance was, most definitely, a little bit like bliss.

Reminiscing on her own experience, author Shamika Lindsay says that, with her first book, ‘the process felt so different and [she] almost felt the pen gliding across the paper but with [the sequel], it was like pulling teeth’. In fact, she adds, starting to write her second book from scratch felt like ‘such a chore and [she] was just so eager to complete it because [she] felt like it took so much from [her] to write than the first book’.

For R. G. Tully, author of the Ardamin series, who put greater emphasis on the editing stage when working on his second book, the process also took longer and wasn’t always enjoyable. ‘The editing grind was exactly that, a grind’, he confesses.

But you have to do it whether you like it or not, because the only way out is through. There are, fortunately or unfortunately, no shortcuts. Fortunately, because it’s the very act of going through that arduous journey that makes you a better writer in the end. And unfortunately, because there can be times it’s just not all that pleasant.

You’ll be surprised the amount of distractions that manifest themselves when you desperately need a reason not to work on your manuscript — it’s actually quite spooky. Treating writing with discipline, organisation and professionalism is exactly what will prevent you falling off tracks, and what ultimately gets the work done. And that’s the difference between a published book and one that’ll sit indeterminately unfinished somewhere in your archives.

A Tough Act to Follow

Unfortunately, there’s still a little bit more to writing your second book than just great discipline. Even when you’re able to get yourself to follow through and show up for your craft, giving your first book a literary sibling can come with its own challenges, especially because you have something to compare it to.

And it’s not only you, but your readers too, who will be expecting certain standards from your writing, especially if it’s a series. Though it shouldn’t come in the way of writing the book you want to write, the relationship of trust you’ve built with your readership through your first book still needs to be honoured, and this can cause certain amounts of pressure.

‘I felt a little pressure to keep the same feel about the story’, R. G. Tully says, ‘and to include more from my secondary characters, give them a little more depth’.

Stormi Lewis, author of the Sophie Lee trilogy, puts it simply: ‘It was a little hard to decide how to exactly start [with the second book]. At first I was worried and became overwhelmed because so many loved the first one. I didn’t want to let anyone down. I had to step back and come to terms that they loved it for being unique. And the only way I could stay true to the story and give them what they really wanted was to focus on the story and not so much about what I thought they wanted for the second.’

For others, the comparison can be more inward-facing, like author Tara Lake, who admits that writing the second book in her series has been a challenge, because she’s ‘struggled with comparison of the self: past Tara had a lot more time to devote to writing, present Tara has much less time with [her] kids being home full time from school during much of the pandemic’.

For others still, some of that pressure can be self-imposed. When writing her second book, Freya McMillan shares that ‘[she] put a huge amount of pressure on [herself] as [she] wanted it to be meaningful in a particular way to honour [her] dad, who died a few years ago. Once [she] stopped doing that, it was much less challenging to write’.

It Ain’t All Bad.

I do want to pause here and add that not everyone faces such challenges. There are authors out there who launched into writing their second book with more ease than the first.

Sabrina Voerman tells me that ‘[her] second book came a lot easier to [her] than [her] first book. The idea hit [her] so hard and fast that it took [her] aback, and [she] could do nothing but write it’, and the entire novel was written in a matter of weeks, whilst her first book took years to finish.

Same for Trevor Wiltzen, who says that writing the sequel to his first book went smoothly, greatly helped by the fact that ‘[he] wrote the second book immediately after the first, [so he] knew the characters really well’. He admits he ‘found it very freeing and really enjoyed the process’.

Even Stormi Lewis, who struggled at first, adds that ‘once [she] got started, [she] was fine’ and that ‘[she] felt the writing was solid and [her] best book yet, simply because [she] really got to develop more of the characters and the story’.

As with everything, we must then conclude, there will be as many types of experiences as there are writers out there. So how can we best prepare for what’s to come?

A Chance to Grow

Performance coach Tony Robbins says that the quality of our lives is intricately linked to the quality of the questions we ask ourselves on a daily basis. So if we need to face something that’s outside our comfort zone — starting again from scratch on your second book for instance — is it a punishment or is it a gift? Is it a curse or an opportunity?

I’m tempted to think that the level of discomfort that can come with writing your second book is a gift, because it gives us a chance to grow.

It’s a chance to take everything we’ve learnt from doing it the first time around and take our learnings for a spin to see if it makes the process easier. It’s an opportunity to improve, to work at our craft in new and wonderful ways.

It’s both daunting and incredibly exciting to face a brand new story — or a different side to the same story for those writing series — and to dare to plunge into the unknown of where it’s fated to take you. It’ll see you grow and evolve as a writer and, in turn, you’ll get to watch your writing morph into something more mature than it was before.

I say look at your writing like you do the passing of seasons: different times will have different qualities, different characteristics, different feels to them. You live and learn through each of them, and gather a wealth of experiences that eventually inform who you become. Maintaining the discipline to write through every single one of them is what will ultimately give your work all its depth and substance.

All it takes is that first word on the page.

And the second.

And the third.

And all the words beyond that.