#unfortunately he is Like That and hes not spending the life force on healing those things when hunting is hard enough as is

[mantisgodsdomain]

Scarlet is extremely easy to pick up because he's constantly running on the life force version of power saver mode, which runs as few organs as possible while still letting him look Somewhat Attractive in order to lure victims, which also means he weighs the bug equivalent of 15 pounds soaking wet and a solid half of the organs that aren't specifically needed to run his body got cannibalized for life force a decade ago and Have Not been healed since.

[fushitoru]

all i want for christmas is you! a gojo satoru fic

pairing ⸺ bf!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ after a well needed rest from the kids, you and your boyfriend focus on baking christmas cookies for your pta responsibilities. however, it ends up taking a naughty twist when satoru finds out the surprise you've planned out for him.

warnings ⸺ FLUFF, smut in the form of fingering and p i v sex, reader has a vagina, fem reader implied, some jealousy, but mostly crack, pta cookie baking for megumi, very domestic, not edited, “good girl,” teasing, use of pet names like “baby,” gojo is a warning in himself

a/n hbd to my husband and loml 😚😚 i hope you guys enjoy this it kind of made me realize only long fics heal my soul but this is anticipation of holidays :33

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You sometimes did not know what to do with Satoru.

When he told you to come over to make Christmas cookies that are part of his PTA commitments for Megumi, you really didn’t expect him to come out of his room with that sweater on. It’s an ugly sweater—so he’s got the holiday spirit nailed down—that has printed “BIG PACKAGE JUST FOR YOU.” Below it, a cartoon Santa stood pantsless, strategically holding a neatly wrapped gift box over his crotch.

You give him a look as he comes out to join you in the kitchen. “Please don’t tell me you wore that in front of Tsumiki and Megumi.”

He has the gall to look offended as he puts on his even stupider “Your opinion wasn’t on the recipe” apron. “Of course, what kind of father do you think I am?”

You sigh, moving to put in the last of the dry ingredients. “I saw Megumi watching Breaking Bad on his iPad last week.”

“What?” he gasps dramatically as he pauses while moving for the fridge. “I swear I downloaded Youtube Kids!”

Look, Satoru is a good dad. Foster-dad. Whatever. He’s been taking care of Megumi and Tsumiki for ages now, ever since that incident happened, and he’s been doing his best. But, unfortunately, his adult life and burdens and responsibilities cause him sometimes to be a absent father. He makes up for it—goes shopping with Tsumiki for her clothes, spends quality time with Megumi.

One thing he’d never miss, however, are those PTA meetings.

He is the PTA mom final boss. No matter what event is being held, he’s going to go all out. You don’t miss the smirk he gives to Karen everytime he brings an even bigger cookie platter for Megumi’s homeroom than she did for her son Sam’s, nor the sassy pursed lips as he donates artist-grade markers from Michael’s instead of Mia’s cheap ones from Walmart.

Yea, he is just petty like that, but it’s always the moms whose sons have gotten into fights with Megumi that he outdoes everytime. You know better than to question his peculiar form of revenge.

“I think that means he found a way to break through the parental controls. He’s definitely your kid,” you reply with a bit of mirth in your voice. Then, you quickly move to intercept Satoru’s journey to get the eggs as soon as you notice a miniscule movement of his. You were not about to let Satoru force another trip to Whole Foods with the clumsiness you’re all too familiar with in your five years of dating.

Grabbing the eggs before he can, you turn around to find him staring at you, a dazzled look on his face.

“What?” you ask, already smirking. The view of the outfit you’d worn today had been obscured by the apron when he first came in, but when you moved to get the eggs in front of him, he definitely got a view of your ass in your tiny red skirt and fuzzy, festive top.

“Why the hell are you wearing a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit?”

“I was thinking we’d watch Christmas movies and chill today after the cookies!” you exclaim, just as Satoru interrupts with, “We’re baking cookies for children, you freak.”

The room went dead silent.

Your cheerful smile dropped instantly. Meanwhile, Satoru’s face lit up like he’s just won the lottery, full of pure glee.

Both of you shout at the same time, “What?”

You slam the eggs down onto the counter with just enough force to make him flinch, narrowing your eyes at him. “Excuse me? Did you just call me a freak?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” he yelped, backpedaling so fast you were surprised he didn’t trip over his own feet. “It’s just—” He gestured wildly at you. “—that outfit is… is…”

“Is what?” you demand, crossing your arms and daring him to dig himself deeper.

“Babe,” he starts to whine, apologetic like a wet dog and padding his way back over to you while pulling you in for a back hug. “It’s hot, okay? Don’t get me wrong, it’s driving me crazy. I’m trying to focus on cookies, and you’re over here looking like every Christmas fantasy I didn’t know I had.”

“Get off me,” you grumble, shooting him a glare as you try to shake him off. “You are not touching these cookies. Sit on the couch.”

He yelps as you slap his hand. “Babe, but I’ll just be reinforcing the patriarchy if I let you stay and do all the work in the kitchen.” Then, he moves closer to your ear like the chronically online loser he is and whispers, “6’ 3’’ btw.”

“Go away!” you shriek, waving him off. This process would indeed be two times faster if Satoru was on his couch. There wasn’t any rush, but you’d really appreciate getting to the dicking-down part of tonight after much appreciated privacy from the kids for the first time in forever. You take a mental note to thank Yuji’s grandpa and Nobara’s grandmother with extra cookies for the sleepover as you shoo your boyfriend to the couch.

You get back to work on the wet ingredients by cracking the eggs, but not before you hear a “I’ll be reflecting on the systematic oppression women face in the workforce.”

Pulling off the oven mitts on your hands, you wash your hand but not without sneaking a peek over the kitchen counter. You were locked in on the cookies, paying no mind to Satoru’s existential bemoaning, and now that you’re done, you can’t wait for the fun part of tonight.

After waiting a few minutes and checking and rechecking the cookies to make sure they’re done, you set them aside to cool and make sure to turn off the oven. Tonight, you were determined to get that big fucking package Santa owed you, and your boyfriend was going to be the one to deliver it.

As you walk out, you know the strat you’re going to use: innocently suggest a Christmas movie to watch, snuggle close to him, and he’ll fall into the trap you set for him like a bear towards honey. You know your boyfriend all too well, and today, you were feeling coy.

He’s stretched out on the couch, scrolling on his phone, his posture as awful as ever. But the second he hears your footsteps, his head snaps up. His eyes immediately dart to the movement of your bare legs, lingering on the tiny red skirt you’re still wearing, before slowly traveling back up to your chest. Wow. He really wasn’t making this difficult.

You plop down next to him while grabbing the remote, pulling up Netflix. “What movie should we watch today?”

He blinks, clearly distracted. “We’re watching a movie?”

The Princess Switch catches in the side of your eye as you scroll through the options. Without looking at him, you answer, “Yes? What else were we going to do?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he drawls, his voice already dipping into that teasing tone you know so well. “Maybe something that doesn’t involve Vanessa Hudgens playing herself two times.”

You roll your eyes, nudging his shoulder with your own. “Don’t knock it till you try it, Mr. Holiday Spirit.”

His gaze doesn’t leave you, though, and when you finally glance at him, his expression has shifted. He’s not teasing anymore. His eyes are a little darker, his lips twitching like he’s holding back a grin. “What?” you ask, already smirking.

“Nothing,” he says, his voice lower now. “Just... you look really good in that outfit.”

Your cheeks heat, but you play it off with a laugh. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Satoru.”

“Won’t it?” he murmurs, leaning a little closer, his hand brushing against your knee. The heat of his palm lingers even after he pulls it away, and you feel your heart skip a beat.

You’re about to respond—something witty, something to keep the banter going—but then his hand moves again, this time resting firmly on your thigh. “You’re really going to make me sit through a Christmas movie when you look like that?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.

Your breath hitches, and you can’t help the way your body reacts, leaning just a fraction closer to him. “What would you rather do?” you challenge, your voice softer now.

His gaze dips to your lips, and that’s all the invitation he needs. In a second, he’s closing the distance, his mouth pressing against yours in a kiss that’s anything but sweet. It’s hungry and demanding, like he’s been waiting for this all day, and when his hand slides higher up your thigh, you realize you’ve completely forgotten about the movie and the preview playing. Satoru, clearly a little annoyed judging by the pout on his face, moves to close the preview featuring Vanessa Hudgens’ obnoxious British accent and then the room is silent except for the wet sounds of your sloppy kissing.

When you’ve both made out for a while—now with you on his lap—you both pull back with fastened breaths, looking at each other’s glistening lips. Finally, from Satoru comes out a, “That. I wanted to do that.”

Maybe it’s the attention whore in you always looking to rile up Satoru and get his affection, but you couldn’t refrain from blurting out a “Are you sure you wanted to do this with me, or would Linda have sufficed?”

At the scrunch of Satoru’s nose, his face practically spells out a Who the fuck is Linda? “You know, the one that gets really friendly with you when I’m going to the bathroom at those PTA meetings.”

Satoru sometimes did not know what to do with you.

Here he is, trying to make out with you when you’re looking like that, makeup done perfectly and looking beautiful as always. He hasn’t gotten laid with you in a hot minute, and here you are, picking at him. He has no fucking clue who Linda is, but what he does know is that you’re really cute when you get jealous. “Yeah?” he teases, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek. His grin is maddeningly smug, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “Linda sounds nice. Should I call her up?”

Your jaw drops, but the sharp retort forming in your head is lost when his hand slides from your cheek to your neck, his thumb brushing lightly along your jawline. He leans closer, his breath warm against your skin. “You know,” he continues, his voice a low murmur, “if you’re jealous, you could just say so.”

“I’m not jealous,” you shoot back, your voice unconvincing even to yourself. You shift under his gaze, trying to keep up the façade, but it’s hard when his lips hover so close to yours.

Satoru’s grin widens. “No? Then why are you bringing up some imaginary PTA Linda when I’m clearly only interested in you?” His lips press against the corner of your mouth, a slow, deliberate kiss that makes your breath catch.

“You’re clearly only interested in being annoying,” you quip, but the words lack their usual bite as his hand slips lower, trailing down your side until it rests on your bare thigh. His touch is firm, possessive, and it sends a shiver through you.

“Annoying?” he echoes, his tone mock-offended. “That’s a big word for someone who just ruined a perfectly good makeout session to talk about Linda.”

You glare at him, but the effect is ruined when his thumb begins tracing lazy circles on your thigh. “I didn’t ruin anything,” you argue weakly.

“Didn’t you?” He dips his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below your ear. “Because now, instead of kissing you like I want to, I’m stuck reassuring you that Linda doesn’t stand a chance against my very sexy, very jealous girlfriend.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, but it turns into a soft gasp as his teeth graze your skin, his tongue soothing the faint sting. “You’re insufferable,” you mutter, but your hands betray you, tangling in his hair and tugging him closer.

“Mm, but you like it,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck. His free hand slides higher, skimming under the hem of your skirt, his fingers teasing against the soft skin of your hip. “Admit it.”

“Shut up,” you manage, though your voice is breathless now. He’s too close, his scent overwhelming, his touch setting your nerves on fire. When his hand tightens on your thigh and he pulls you closer, you give in, letting him capture your lips in a kiss that’s all desperation.

Linda, whoever she may be, is long forgotten as Satoru kisses you like he’s trying to make up for every second you’ve spent apart. His hands roam, his touch firm and confident, and when he pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips, “You’re all I want,” you believe him completely.

A breathless “Satoru” leaves your lips as he gently–but hurriedly–lowers you down to lay on the couch while he bends over you, inching down the hem of your top to bury his head in your tits. “Oh my god,” he groaned. “I missed my girls.” He starts to leaves rough kisses, an occasional bite and suck, and then stops. Takes in a deep breath. “Wow, you smell good babe.”

You look at him, flustered. “Stop smelling my tits, oh my god.” For good measure, you grab his hair to bury his face against your breasts once more.

“No,” smooch, “it’s,” smooch, “smelling good. Like the new holiday scents from Bath and Body Works.” He then abandons your chest to kiss his way down your body, sliding your skirt down as he kisses around the edge of your panties. “I’ve missed her, too.”

Despite yourself, you moan, spreading your legs to give him full access. He takes it enthusiastically, giving you a little kiss in your middle. Then, his eyes don’t leave yours as he uses his teeth to pull your panties down, slowly and sultry. Your pussy leaks even more, and the motherfucker notices, because there’s a faint smirk on his face as he hones back in your wetness, running his fingers to spread your slick. “Wow, my girl must have been sooo pent up,” he croons, eyes not leaving your hole and the way it clenched every time he spoke. “My good girl is soo desperate.”

Without missing a beat, you sneakily reply, “Don’t call me that, that’s so corny oh my god—-“ You’re interrupted with your own gasp as he enters a finger in. When he finally curls it, hitting your g-spot dead on, you suck in your breath. You really missed this.

“Oh, really?” He giggles, clearly amused by you trying to rile him up. “If my baby doesn’t like being called a good girl then why is she clenching so hard on my—“ thrust— “fingers?”

And suddenly the feminist in you leaves as his big, thick fingers ram into you faster than ever, and you start squealing like the slut you are for your incredibly hot boyfriend who’s equally as much of a slut for you, judging based on the rock hard erection against your thigh. Take that, Linda.

You’re in a daze of pleasure, too fucked out to notice Gojo wrenching down his sweats to pull out his throbbing cock, to pump it to full mast. It’s only when he rips his finger away from your cavern that you start to whimper, clawing at his arms to continue fingering you.

And he starts cooing, giving you a small kiss on your cheek as he aligns his dick with your pussy. “I know baby, I know,” and he groans as the soft, wet heat of your pussy grips on him hard as he pushes in. It’s not long before he starts thrusting, wiping your tears while driving in even faster. “Wow, good fucking pussy.”

“Satoru,” you whine, but you don’t even know for what. You were close enough when he was fingering you, but now you’re steadily approaching your climax. But Satoru, who’s attuned to what your body needs, readjusts himself to go even deeper.

It’s when you gasp loudly that a glint lights up in his eyes. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?” He drives into that spot like a jackhammer, savoring in your little squeals and moans of his name, until finally, he feels you climax.

“Oh my god,” you says breathlessly as your orgasm takes over you, convulsing while Satoru doesn’t let up, continuing his pace until his hips become more sloppy. After a few off rhythm thrusts, he comes in you, collapsing on top of you.

He’s breathing heavily from exertion, and you run your nails on his back and hair gently. You both bask in the glow of your orgasm. Of course, that is until Satoru perks his head up. “Do you think I can eat that kid Martin’s cookie? Megumi told me he doesn’t like him and that he’s annoying—-OWWW, what was that for?”

[feefivefoe]

I guess I'm unintentionally working my way up the age ladder, so Jason next-

This is the first part that contains backstory stuff I gave my reader, so unfortunately this is where a lot of the "they can be anyone" immersion dies, sorry y'all.

Genuinely, he thought he might hate you at first. Even at the preteen age of 12, where children were usually trying to start striving to independence, you had been so...bland.

It's not that you didn't stand out. Quite the contrary. Anywhere Alfred could be found, you were just a step or two behind him. A leech. Only ever speaking in a hushed voice, making the old man strain himself to hear you, surely.

He doesn't think you've ever even looked him in the eye.

It isn't until that summer he starts connecting the dots. You still cling to long sleeved shirts, pants over shorts, even when it's clear you're struggling to not overheat.

Then he catches you in the kitchen in the middle of the night, t-shirt and pajama shorts.

Burn marks, healed yet gruesome, decorate your arms and legs. Based on how they're positioned, he'd argue they probably exist on the rest of your body, too.

And yet, despite his invasion of what you clearly(?) wanted kept hidden, you merely bow your head in shame and offer a meek apology.

That's when he stops seeing you as a problem, but as a victim of consequence.

Not a bratty child who doesn't care enough about the lower class to speak to your new 'sibling,' but a lonely child who had never even once considered he might want to speak to you.

"Mister Wayne and Mister Grayson are very busy." You had said once, matter of factly rather than bitter or sad. "I'm sure they'd spend time with me if they weren't. But they have two lives, so they have less time than anybody."

He doesn't have the heart to tell you that they make time for him. And the rest of Gotham.

As you do with Alfred, you begin to shadow him. Meandering behind him without a care as to what his plans are, happy to receive the barest of acknowledgments.

You hesitate when speaking about yourself, as though taking up his time with mentions of you is an issue. He's starting to understand why.

Jason isn't sure if it's pity or growing affection that keeps him around, at first. For a while, he sees you as more of a sad, wet dog than as his family.

But you begin to connect with peers at school, finding validation outside of those that feel forced to give it to you. You mature, grow up more than you should, and realize the reality of your home life.

And Jason is thrilled! ...and...a little sad? He's happy for you, sure. Having friends is probably what you needed. People who want you around, genuinely. Who choose to make time for you.

But he'd be lying if he said that the way you used to stare at him didn't make him feel like a hero. Like he was doing so much, changing your world, simply by existing.

You still speak, of course. You're friendly siblings that get along well. You give him various foods you've tried making, courtesy of Alfred inspiring a desire to learn to cook and bake on your own. You talk about books you've read together, and listen intently while he rambles about his favorites.

You even peek in after particularly rough patrol nights, just to make sure he's gotten through it okay.

But it isn't...quite the same. No, but it's...it's for the best.

And he is still a hero! As Robin, he's protecting the whole city alongside Batman!

So he's still a hero.

He's still your hero.

"Jay? I was wondering if I could ask you for some help. The show my club is doing is one of those old books you like-"

"They aren't that old."

"-and my character doesn't show up much in the movie-"

"You watched the MOVIE before reading the book!?"

"-so I wanted to ask if you'd help me with characterization!"

He remembers groaning at you and rolling his eyes. "I'm busy tonight. Go watch the dumb, BAD, movie again." He pauses. "Uh, but I can tomorrow. I'll make sure I don't have anything planned, promise."

He saw you pause, and sees the constant same promises pass through you.

"I...have other arrangements. I'll make it up to you next time."

"Ah...sorry, kiddo! Big kid stuff. But next time! You trust your big bro, yeah?"

But this is Jason. Jason doesn't lie to you.

Jason keeps his promises.

You smiled. "Yeah. Tomorrow."

...

Then he died.

[itsabouttimex2]

you’ve dragged me into the LEGO monkey kid fandom

so I was wondering macaque with a healer kid? If that’s not too much

I’m very sorry but I love your writing

Little Healer Headcanons

Macaque and Ne Zha

(I always love hearing that I got someone into Monkie Kid- it’s one of the things that makes me happiest to read!)

You spend a lot of your time patching this guy up- by design. Since Macaque has an adorable little friend to mend his injuries, why should he temper his powers? The sable simian never bothers to hold back in the slightest.

Macaque goes out of his way to go overboard, knowing that his dear white mage will be there for him with a stave and a worried frown.

Unfortunately for him, it seems to be that you have a longer line of clients and customers than ever before- not that it’s really a surprise.

Someone was on the other side of all those fights he was winning, after all~

And he’s willing to leave a few more bruises if the crowd can’t part for him fast enough- after all, Macaque will always be first in line to receive your services.

And sure, maybe he’ll ignore your squawking and protesting when he forces you to shut down the itty-bitty clinic (probably just an unlicensed street stall) early to get in a good snuggle, “repaying the favor” by tossing you over his shoulder and heading home so he can coddle you like his own child.

He’ll force you to take breaks by jamming stolen handheld consoles into your hands, setting you up with slow turn-based games and decoration simulators to slowly lull you into a cozy sleep- all while resting your head in his lap, of course- he’s gotta get that fatherly skinship in.

Plies you with healthy snacks and fruit-infused water made to keep one’s energy and health up, ensuring that you’ll always be at the top of your game- but only for him, of course!

If you ever do come around to calling him “dad”, he’s going to be over the moon- in his own subtle way.

He’ll sneak into your room late at night, Rumble and Savage casing the perimeter, and… press a soft kiss to your forehead, snap a little tracker-embedded bracelet around your wrist…

And then drag you off the bed and take you home for good.

Oh, he loves you so, so much.

Assuming that you, as a healer, fall into the “white-hearted healing cutie” stereotype, then you are Ne Zha’s de-facto favorite person.

He finally has someone who stays out of trouble and does as told? He finally has someone who listens to his commands and acts when told to act? Someone loyal and sweet and obedient?

Perfect.

“As always,” he says frequently, one hand on your head, “I am proud of your efforts to serve our realm.”

“Thank you,” is your return, polite and curt. It earns you another head pat, though Ne Zha is always careful not to muss your hair.

“Very good. I’ll send in the next soldier.”

This is the life he’s built for you, safe and slow and useful.

And with him by your side the days drift and bleed, every moment of your time micromanaged and utilized.

It’s rare to get a break unless you work yourself to the point of sickness, at which point he’ll tuck you in with a mug of hot tea and a small basket of fruit on the bedside and “Maybe a bowl of those noodles from that mortal store you like, if you behave yourself, Y/N.”

He tries to be sweet and gentle, but Ne Zha still has a temper and is still very stressed out by the stunts of the Monkie Kids- it’s not impossible that he’ll snap and take his anger out on you.

And though this is pretty much the literal worst thing he’d ever do to you (aside from MAYBE a very mild flogging given the Celestial Realm practices that in the novel? It doesn’t fit with his character at all to any degree so I’m split. He seems more like a non-physical lecturer) it still hurts like hell to work so hard and be so good and still get punished for something that wasn’t even your fault.

And Ne Zha feels like trash afterwards but is too proud too apologize, and regardless is too worried that he’d lose his control over you if he treated you like an equal and outright said “sorry”, so he just takes a trip to the mortal realm and buys you something hot and fried.

He’ll wrap the grease-stained paper in a cloth sack to prevent any confused stares that might arise in the Celestial Realm, and book the horrid food down to your room.

Though the quality leaves quite a bit to be desired, and the healthy value makes him want to scream and slap the burger from your hands…

You’ve stopped sniffling.

And that’s enough for him

[yanderes-galore]

Could you do a romantic concept for yandere Boba Fett?

Sure! I'll try my best, hope it came out well. This is a general view.

Yandere! Boba Fett Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Blood, Murder, Threats, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Isolation, Forced relationship.

Boba Fett is infamously known as one of the best bounty hunters out there.

For the most part he's emotionless due to his past.

He's a hired gun killing for money, it's the life he's used to.

He's been a bounty hunter since the death of his father.

In fact, not showing much emotion makes the job easier.

It's canon that Boba Fett once had a family.

Early on in his career he tried to live a normal life.

He had a child with a woman but ultimately felt this wasn't where he belonged.

So... what if he found someone new while working as a bounty hunter?

Boba Fett probably still isn't sure how to deal with romantic feelings.

Even with his old family he was cold at times.

He's not used to love or any emotions like that.

Not since his father died, at least.

To him, life was about killing for money.

So much so that everyone knew of him.

If you think about it, having a man like him come after you is terrifying.

After all, he tracks down targets to kill all the time.

When it comes to you... He's tracking for other reasons.

There's a few ideas that come to mind when it comes to Boba's darling.

Maybe you were a target, maybe you helped him with an injury after a mission, or maybe you were his previous lover?

All of those would be reasons Boba would pursue you.

If you were a target, his obsession takes place over time.

He takes time to track you and maybe you're even capable enough to defend against and evade him

By that point, he gets infatuated because you always manage to be elusive.

This is no longer a contract, it's the thrill of the hunt.

One way or another he plans to get his prize, this time it isn't credits.

Then there's the case of you helping him with an injury.

Bounty hunting is a dangerous job, Boba is quite used to getting injuries.

He isn't used to anyone offering to help, however.

He tries to push you away at first, telling you he doesn't need help.

Yet his injuries seem to be worse than he thought.

This results in him reluctantly allowing you to treat him.

He doesn't stay long once stable and healed.

You aren't surprised that he left without saying much.

He didn't speak much except for telling you off or saying a reluctant 'thanks'.

You thought that's the last you'd see of the bounty hunter.

He's alive to hunt another target, that's that.

Unfortunately, his next target seems to be you due to his new obsession.

The last idea is based on his previous family.

Boba had left his last lover and child to continue his work path.

In this scenario, you'd take the place of this family and be devastated that Boba left.

You thought you were a good lover... You were affectionate even when he was cold!

Sadly, that doesn't stop the bounty hunter from leaving.

You actually continue your life eventually after Boba leaves.

However, you have no clue that you've been plaguing Boba's mind.

You don't even think he's spying on you between jobs, a quiet yearning deep in his chest.

That is, until decades pass...

Leading you to meeting your old love again... yet you've moved on and he hasn't.

Despite all these scenarios, I imagine Boba acts similarly in all of them.

Boba, for the most part, is a yandere who spends most of his time stalking.

Tracking is one of his most honed skills.

It allows him to learn more about you and track you down if you manage to evade his grasp.

This also means when he has you... you aren't running.

Boba doesn't take much joy in murder... It's a job for him.

Yet that means he has no issues killing to get what he wants.

He kills those who have wronged him... and those who have gotten in his way.

Which means, if anyone is helping you escape him or taking away your attention...

He'll get rid of them.

He's known to be ruthless and has all sorts of ways to get rid of a target.

Disintegration is his most common one, yet if he feels it's deserved...

He'll spill blood too.

Boba isn't someone you want to mess with.

Having him obsessed with you is scary because there's no real way to get rid of him.

He's evaded death before and the only thing he can't evade is his failing health once he's older.

But until then, you're stuck.

Boba may spend most of his time tracking you and observing you...

Yet he'll strike when you don't expect it.

He isn't even very reactive when he meets you.

There's times he's happy and times he's mad...

But most of the time he's quiet, even as he stalks closer.

Boba isn't one to spend time getting to know you.

Or, more accurately, you getting to know him.

He already knows more about you than you do yourself.

I wouldn't be surprised if he just kidnapped his obsession once he felt he was ready for that.

He'd keep you tied on his ship, whichever one he has at the time.

He doesn't respond to your cursing or screaming.

In fact he may just find a way to gag you.

"Before you ask, this isn't for a job... This is for myself... For us, if you will."

Many know Boba for tracking targets in return for credits.

Although you'd never expect him to kidnap you because he's fallen for you.

He plans to take you somewhere far from your home.

He'll have somewhere you two can live together and maybe he can try again with this whole love thing.

He doesn't seem to care if this is wrong, kidnapping someone to be his new love.

Yet he's been messed up since he was a young boy.

Sometimes you have to do unsavory things to get what you want.

What he wants happens to be you.

Affection is not common when it comes to Boba.

He's usually cold, occasionally asking you if you need anything around his ship or your shared him.

Although, sometimes I imagine he removes his helmet for you... and holds you close as some form of affection.

He isn't used to it but he wants you to know he loves you.

You can hate him, you should...

It doesn't stop him from kissing you and holding you close, just happy he was patient enough to prepare everything for you.

You're kept rather isolated with no one else to talk to.

Mostly because Boba tends to... kill them if they get too close to your home.

You know as you can hear his blasters go off.

However, if you somehow managed to escape with help... or even alone...

Boba's going to come find you.

If he found you before, he'll find you again.

It's only a matter of time before the master tracker finds you.

He isn't afraid to shed blood or take you back with force.

Eventually he'll drag you back to his ship... drag you back home...

Then you won't have a chance to try again.

[nalyra-dreaming]

"Let me know if you want to know more :))" If it's not asking much, yes, please?! I really know little to nothing about the books. I see what people post here, like, I didn't know about Rose and only found out about Viktor this week lol. Unfortunately the books aren't always available in my country and I'm still waiting to buy and read them. D:

Okay, for a rundown:)))

In the books:

Lestat finds Louis again through the rockstar career, and he writes his own story down for him, which Louis reads. Their reunion is quite beautiful, Louis and Gabrielle fight other vampires side by side with Lestat. There is a kiss backstage :)

Unfortunately Akasha kidnaps Lestat, because she thinks he is the epitome of toxic masculinity and that she can use him for her plan to take over the world (literally), burning a lot of the vampires. It’s a misjudgment though, Lestat is fearful of her killing the ones he loves, but starts to resist her ever more (she forces him to do her bidding via spells at times). Louis, Gabrielle reunite with all the others to hear the history behind Akasha and ultimately they meet up with her and Lestat, ending in Akasha‘s death. Louis and Lestat have a very romantic scene together.

Afterwards Lestat is changed though, battling with the event. He got a huge amount of blood from her, because she wanted him strong, and he experiences severe body dysmorphia and self hatred. Louis and he are in a weird “Netflix and chill“ era, visiting each other regularly, watching movies together, being petty with each other. Lestat’s guilt and that self hatred drive him to suicide, but he is too strong already to burn in the sun and he heals to retain a tan (only). The Body Thief sees his chance and offers him a mortal body for a while, and Lestat takes it. The Body Thief does not return his body though and so Lestat tries to bring Louis to turn him again but Louis refuses (very emotional scene). Louis tells Lestat to live that mortal life and Lestat has to turn to others (David in the book here maybe Daniel?!) to get his body back bc he realizes that he does want to be a vampire (after all). He manages, and there is a very beautiful but very raw scene with Louis in a church afterwards. Lestat tries to convince himself he is evil (for wanting that vampiric life back) and rapes David into darkness just as he was raped into it. All through the book Claudia‘s ghost is there and speaks with him. Lestat has Rue Royale fixed up and he and Louis (and David) live there again.

A while later a being claiming to be the Devil visits Lestat - he wants his help, and takes his soul onto a journey beyond (it is later confirmed that Lestat was gone from this plane of existence) and the events with heaven, hell, purgatory and Lestat drinking the blood of Christ (literally) shatter him. He loses an eye in purgatory, which is returned to him, altered. He goes a bit mad, confined to a church, where Louis and a few others tend to him. Louis comes by regularly to read to him, change clothes, etc. Lestat falls into a sleep.

Lestat’s coma continues, but it is involuntary at times. As he later tells it the altered eye allowed angels to take his soul to do their bidding, while threatening him. The unpublished novel at Tulane tells of one of those adventures. Lestat’s coma is hard on Louis. He is haunted by the fact that he has never seen Claudia’s ghost and with the help of Merrick, a witch, they conjure her, an event for which the diary pages are important. Claudia’s ghost is a vengeful one though, hating him, and he tries to commit suicide after. Lestat wakes up and saves him. They reunite and exchange a lot of blood and afterwards Louis is changed a lot. They leave NOLA because the Talamasca threaten them.

Something not closer defined happens while they are in the jungles, and Louis goes to Armand in NYC, where he is safe from the ever multiplying vampires. They spend some time apart, Lestat roaming, Louis with Armand, both coming to terms with who they are now. This is when Rose needing help must have happened. When Viktor was conceived and raised.

Another burning is happening - the spirit that propels them is clming to consciousness: Amel. It uses older vampires to thin out the ranks. Lestat is called and finally returns from his wanderings, and he defeats an elder and takes the core, effectively becoming the prince of the vampires. He and Louis meet, Rose, Viktor and first trouble with Roshamandes happens.

Amel is coming further to consciousness, recalling the being he was, once. Recalling who he was with, too. Lestat sets up court in his old family castle, now renovated. All big players come. Lestat goes to Louis and Louis comes to him - for good, with a very emotional plea. They are together for good after. Amel need to be removed fromthe vampires and Lestat, he gets a cloned body. Louis comes up with the solution, and holds Lestat’s hand through it.

Roshamandes, the ancient slighted bc he did not get the core is outfor revenge tjough, and kidnaps Gabrielle, Louis and Marius, sending ashes to Lestat. Lestat… shuts down. Armand goes feral (in words, incredible scene!!).

Lestat goes to Roshamandes in an all-or-nothing move and kills him, creating the “Blood Communion“ with the remains. Louis and the others are found, and Lestat can finally breathe again There is a big celebration, and the book literally closes with them dancing and kissing and Lestat telling Louis he loves him and always had.

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This is the rundown :)

As you can imagine there is a LOT the show can do with this. In the books they kiss, the show has added sex, and so I expect some scenes to be a lot more sexy :) Louis is a lot more involved in the later arcs, his and Lestat‘s arcs are inverted. When they finally come together (for good) once more they are at peace with each other.

They have a son, and a daughter, their friends are with them. Former loves, too.

They have left their human pains behind, have accepted themselves as vampires.

Louis calls it the “monarchy of darkness“ in the unpublished draft at Tulane, and knowing Rolin knows of those drafts… I do expect this on the show :)

Obviously some of this will be spun differently. Has already been used, and/or used differently. But I expect to see the Body Thief parts, definitely. Akasha and the aftermath. And we know we’re getting the rockstar era :))

I think the show has already hinted at Amel, and so I do think they’ll finish with that arc :)))

We‘ll see. Since the relationship in the show is deliberately more explicit I think a lot of the canon events will be a LOT more intimate. It’s not about sex for them.

It’s about eternity and acceptance, both self acceptance and acceptance of the other.

And I cannot wait to see what the show makes of it.

[adimouze]

While I would be happy for Franco (him over Lawson, anyday) It's how it ended that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

They could have allowed him the dignity and the respect to see out his career, especially because of the role he played in that team over the years.

They could have allowed him to announce it and have his family there.

At the very least, they could have told him, so he didn't have to spend what was possibly his last weekend in a sport he gave majority of his life to in that way.

They had him breaking down in the media pen, alone. Staying there until 2 am to put to rest his decade long career.

And all of it was for absolutely nothing.

For me, it's not about the fact that it ended because had to leave sometime or the other, he said himself he won't be there when he is 40. It's about how it ended.

This is, very unfortunately, going to be hard for me to stomach. 😫😒

Ps. I don't know if "nonny" is a tumblr thing, but it makes me smile when I read it.

i always got the sense he just wanted one last ride with max. if it had been the last races after summer break, i feel like daniel would have been happy to move aside. he just wanted to come home one last time. and they chose to hurt him in such a way it just. to everybody it seemed cruel. even to those who dislike him, they were like, horner's decision to do that will come back to bite him.

anyway looking at the state of red bull now, with max forcing that red bull into places it has no business being -- almost makes me glad daniel is out of that hell hole. RBR chucking him out into the singapore night like that actually put daniel into a healing forest fire, i think. you can't grow if you don't burn away the old. i think daniel is seeing it in some way, if the neck deep in bloom song choice has some meaning behind it lol. he truly has no debt to repay to RBR, and his choices in 2018 have been vindicated. it's sad how it ended. it will be sad for a while. but i think a year or so from now. it will hurt less because we'll be in daniel's next adventure era. i hope. i have hope.

(ps. when i first started out on tumblr ages ago thats what everyone else called them!!! so i love still using nonny, nonny!)

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Back To School Fest (Part 1)

Back To School Fest 2024:

river bones by Molivier - E, WIP - A shoulder bumps into hers. It should mean nothing, not worth a second thought. The touch should not even register to her. But it reverberates through her, rippling through her entire body until the aftershock is transferred to the ground beneath. Hermione’s teeth sink into her lower lip—lateral incisors scraping against flesh, molars pinching the sides of her tongue, sharp and pointy—holding back the pained gasp that threatens to loosen from her at the slight contact. “Fuck,” a voice seethes, and she instantly places him. Her eyes open and he’s there—tall, blonde, brooding and looming in her space. Or: Not everyone comes back from the war. Those who do return are changed.

Last Orders by InkyRibbons - not rated, WIP - The war is over and eighth year has begun at Hogwarts. When McGonagall decides to elect four students to Head Prefects, Hermione Granger finds herself sharing a dormitory with Luna, Ernie… and Draco Malfoy. Still recovering from the scars the war inflicted, Hermione is soon living and working alongside the last person she ever intended to spend this much time with… let alone fall in love with? But Draco Malfoy is no longer the boy she remembers. And there’s just a chance he might turn out to be the man she needs.

The Unforgivables by Black_Phoenix22 - E, WIP - Draco Malfoy finds himself back at Hogwarts with his 19 year old son, Scorpius. Only this time it’s as the new professor of the dreaded Defence Against the Dark Arts. After years away in France he has been acquisitioned to help Hogwarts move into a new era. The challenge isn’t the teaching, it's figuring out how to navigate Hogwarts with his son and his blossoming relationship with a very determined young witch. That’s a whole different wardrobe full of Boggarts. Hermione Granger has let life slip by. She’s a barrister at a respected Wizarding firm, a mother to Rose, and contemplating adopting a cat. When a certain wizard from her past throws her world into a spin the only thing she has to look forward to is Parent’s Night.

Serpents & Skulls by Wanderingfair  - E, WIP - Hermione Granger is an above average student at Hogwarts University. She excels in her classes, contributes to the school newspaper the Daily Gryffindor, and spends an inordinate amount of energy ignoring posh little prats like Draco Malfoy who she absolutely isn't harboring a lingering crush on. When a mystery begins to unfold involving the school's most arcane secret society she finds she can't avoid getting pulled into the alluring world of the Serpents & Skulls. A Dark Academia Muggle AU

Things You Can't Learn From Books by So_scarlett_maroon - E, WIP - When Hermione takes an after-school job at Flourish Blots, she thinks she's signing up for freedom, independence and time amongst the cozy shelves of her favorite store. She soon discovers her job isn't at all what she'd hoped. Not only is she stuck in a dark and dusty back room, but she's forced to work with Draco Malfoy. He's just as much of prat as she remembers from before the war, but something is different about him. Maybe there are some things he can teach her that she can't learn from books.

Healing Hands by telltale_signs - E, WIP - Back to school for a final eighth year. Headmistress McGonagall has made quite a few changes to the school's curriculum. Advanced electives, sex education and on top of that, a shared common room for the eighth years. or: How Draco learns to talk about sex (and his feelings), Hermione discovers her penchant for massages, and Theo his true sexual orientation.

Veil of Unity by Serpent_Sortia - E, WIP - Forced back to Hogwarts after the end of the war, the teachers are determined to put house division behind them, unfortunately for one Draco Malfoy, the students aren't completely on board. How will this former Death Eater navigate the halls and what will happen when his preoccupation with a certain Golden Girl devolves into obsession?

Through the Looking Glass by byanca_black - E, one-shot - Just as she felt herself edging toward release, he pulled back with a wicked glint in his eyes, like he knew exactly how close she was to unravelling. "Tell me, Granger," he growled, "I need to know when this started for you." The gang returns to Hogwarts for their eighth year post-war and throws a party in the Room of Requirement. Draco and Hermione finally confront the tension that's been building between them.

Color Me Red by des_reads7 - E, one-shot - The four houses of Hogwarts: Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor. Each house has held some type of rivalry since the founding of Hogwarts. There is one time of year when all four houses can celebrate together and that’s at the school’s unofficial after-party that’s held in the Forbidden Forest after the sorting hat ceremony. There are two rules: only seventh years are allowed to attend (and in this case the returning students from the Battle of Hogwarts) and each person must wear a glowing necklace that indicates if they’re single (green), taken (red), single and open to all genders (yellow), and not interested (blue). What color of necklaces will everyone show up wearing?

hide and seek by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - “Granger, come out, come out whether you are.” Hermione’s movements are careful and slow. She was calculated as she backed further against the shelves before she found a dead end. She was stuck. Moments away from being discovered by her hunter, while she was a pathetic panting prey waiting for her end.

Romance on the Train by Franzi945 - M, one-shot - An unexpected proposal on the train ride back to Hogwarts, to their eight year, changed much for Hermione and started her healing journey after the war. Three different train rides give glimpses of this journey, to new friendships and a bit of romance.

A Sign of True Unity by RavenclawViking - M, one-shot - When Hermione needs to go back to Hogwarts for the celebration of the 1st anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts painful memories lurk in every shadow.

Keeping Up Appearances by MScrap54 - E, one-shot - When Hermione returns for 8th year and catches a professor and a student having an affair, she decides to use the knowledge to her advantage. She always gets what she wants. [Draco/Hermione/Remus] [WARNINGS: RAPE/NON-CON, DARK ELEMENTS]

Quiet: A Hogwarts Love Story by Lexxus - E, 10 chapters - A story about two former opponents whose return to Hogwarts for their eighth year sparks a year-long romance that is the beginning of a brand new life. [or: Hermione and Draco, both carrying trauma from the war, find healing in love, the stars, and the quiet.]

Free Electives by Ohmorefina - E, WIP - Five years after the end of the war, Hermione Granger is ready to take the next step in her Ministry career. But when her application for head of her department is denied, she quickly learns that despite her impressive resume, she never technically graduated from Hogwarts. Begrudgingly accepting her fate, she registers for some elective courses offered at her would be alma mater -- only to find she's not the only one from her class needing the credits. Or Hermione is forced to go back to school and finds a very different institution awaits.

A Moment's Surrender by watchyoubreathingout - E, WIP - Draco Malfoy was dying, and for reasons she didn’t want to examine, Hermione Granger decided she needed to save him. A Dramione Eighth Year story including lots of angst, hurt, and healing.

Try Me by newtonn - E, WIP - Draco Malfoy had never thought he would end up at Hogwarts again. But after Headmistress McGonagall owled him not once, not twice (on his birthday, of all days), and not thrice, but fourteen times, he could no longer ignore her offer.

A Win-Win by slytherindiaries - E, one-shot - An intentionally placed body swap potion leaves Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy stuck in each other's bodies. She refuses to leave Draco alone to have unfettered access to her body. Draco, however, has other plans.

Smoke and Mirrors by allslowadagio - E, WIP - The saying usually goes, where there's smoke, there's fire. Well in this case, where there's smoke...there's weed? OR Draco is determined to help Hermione unmask the school's famed recreational drug dealer and because he's an idiot in love, he'll do anything for her.

Whispers in the Library by LoreChic - E, one-shot - In the depths of the Hogwarts library, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy share a secret that no one would ever expect. As the war-torn school year comes to a close, their stolen moments in the library offer solace and healing from the scars of the past. What began as a tentative truce has blossomed into an intimate connection, where the world outside fades away, and they find peace in each other’s arms. As they navigate the complexities of their feelings, they discover that love can flourish even in the most unexpected places.

[chilldust]

Dreamflower Original Story MASTER POST

This post is a collection of facts and information about my original story universe, "Dreamflower", and the main storyline soon to be published on AO3, titled "May I Love You".

The post will be divided into sections under the cut, first section includes the basic synopsis and facts about the main characters and the environment. After each published chapter, any new characters introduced will get their own little section and a possible visual sketch of their character.

Dreamflower universe is very loosely based on my FNAF Animutant AU, but many things are made and flexed out to be so much different that this is a completely original story at this point, despite the main characters sharing some similarities with Sun and Moon from FNAF-

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Synopsis of the story:

Humans have always been afraid of things they aren't familiar with. When a new type of subspecies of humans started to appear after the late 60's they were terrified. Theories of alien invasion or the devil's advocates taking over the earth slowly, members of this new species, Animutants, were denied regular human rights, and often forced to live outside major cities, or sometimes even killed as a form of funded euthanasia.  Solros Ellis is a young adult who, despite being a human, has never had an easy life. Growing up in extreme poverty, bullied until he dropped out of school, abused by his alcoholic father, Solros has only wished for freedom. One morning, Solros wakes up to a new reality: he has turned into an Animutant overnight!  Learning what could possibly happen to him if he stays in the city, Solros runs away from his old life and meets Luan Costello, a guy of his age who was born as an Animutant, denied basic human rights and lived his whole life feeling like a burden to those around him. With Luan's help and kindness, Solros is getting adjusted to his new life as an Animutant and healing those wounds his old life left on him.  Will the difficulties of being considered something less than a human bring Solros just another set of unfortunate events, or was his mutation written in the stars so he could meet with Luan?

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Plutonia:

The story takes place in a made-up country called Plutonia.

Plutonia is an island country. It has its own indepedence, but works as a constitutional monarchy under the English Crown, just like Canada. 

On the world it's located underneath Newfoundland island, close to the North-East coast of the US.

Both Solros and Luan were born in Duskfort City. Solros lived there until his transformation. Luan's family lives up to the North in a small town called Bluebell. 

You can read more facts about the country from here.

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Main Characters:

More info about Solros:

More info about Luan:

Side characters (Luan's family and Solros' parents):

Other characters will go under the respective chapters they first appear in!

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Chapter 1:

Summary:

Luan Costello is an 18-year-old young man, who will soon graduate from high school, just waiting for his life to start. Except he has never gone to a normal school, has no real friends and is haunted by the fact he feels like a burden to his loving family. There's nothing wrong in his life, other than the fact he was born as an Animutant and denied a lot of basic rights in human society. Yet, he feels like something is still missing. An opportunity, maybe love; something that would make his life have a proper meaning. But he rarely leaves his house, doesn't spend time with people of his age, reads books and writes poems all day long. Is he really expecting his destiny just to walk up to his house and knock on his door? Well, guess what...

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[madame-fear]

Hi Amira! How are you?

So I was thinking about a Lucerys x fem!reader in which she accepted to marry a young man from a noble house after hearing that Luke is betrothed to Rhaena. Then in the middle of the reader’s wedding ceremony, Lucerys appears with his dragon Arrax, making an entrance (just like Daenerys with Drogon when they arrive at the dragon pit to meet Cersei), ready to confess his feelings and asking her to come with him.

It was just an idea. Thank you for all your Lucerys Velaryon content! ❤️

*ೃ༄ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 .ೃ࿐

— ☆ amira speaks : hello love !! AHHH this request was so so adorable, and hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it !! 🥺 Also, I didn't specify the House the reader married in to leave it up to your choice!🌹 — summary : request — word count : 2.4k

— pairing : lucerys velaryon x fem! reader — genre : fluff.

The news of the Velaryon boys betrothal rapidly reached you, as your House was extremely close to House Targaryen, and they had even invited you to the betrothal dinner. To which, your family did accept the invitation and attended, except for you — excusing yourself as 'feeling unwell', yet, after all, it wasn't far from reality; since you've fancied Lucerys for a long time now, and you had the slight hope that he'd possibly like you back.

But after hearing that Lucerys got betrothed to Lady Rhaena Targaryen, your high hopes of being able to possibly be together faded away rather quickly, much to your dismay.

It was a heartbreaking deception, and one that felt like it would take a long time to heal — but you had to continue with your life, and let him go, unfortunately. Even if you understood that marriage between Houses wasn't anything for love, and it was merely to make the union between the Houses stronger and produce future heirs; it was still rather painful to bear with that.

After hearing the Velaryon boys betrothal, you soon had your own had several marriage proposals from young men that came from noble houses. None of them were of your interest, of course. None of them seemed genuine when asking for your hand in marriage, except for a young man from a noble house — which seemed far more decent than the other men that had proposed to you. And of course, having nearly ran out of options and being forced to accept a husband for once, you took the young man from House Martell's hand in marriage, and got betrothed.

Much like it had initially happened to you, Lucerys heard about your betrothal and how your Houses were preparing for the wedding ceremony as well, the news coming from his mother's own lips. For him, it was just as painful as it had been for you; feeling his heart deeply sink. But he was betrothed already, just like you were now... there wasn't anything he could do about it, right?

Well, wrong.

He had, since early childhood, continously heard his mother speaking about how betrothals and marriages were merely for a political convenience, and how you had the absolute liberty to choose whomever you truly loved behind the facade of being betrothed to someone from another House.

Lucerys knew that, much like in his case, you had been surely obligated — in a way — to marry. After all, deep down inside of him, he knew all those intense stares at each other, the teasing that both of you received mostly from Jace and Rhaenyra, and the way you both always managed to mention one another in any topic of conversation had to mean sonething. Luke could see the way you intensely blushed and giggled near him, just like he shyed away and also could feel his cheeks feeling warmer when he saw you walking in the same room he was in.

The days passed, and everyday, it got near your official wedding ceremony. A part of his mind was genuinely afraid that, having to spend sometime near your betrothed before your actual wedding ceremony, you had somehow fallen in love with your future Husband, and another part of him was filled with thoughts about how he could confess his true love for you before you could actually get married.

As Luke stood in Arrax's dragonpit, petting the scales of the pearly coloured dragon whom joyfully screeched at his tender caressing, his mind kept wandering and brainstorming on how he would crash into the ceremony, prevent you from marrying. While Arrax swiftly licked his rider's cheek with his raspy tongue, delighted from all the petting he received, an idea came to the Princeling's mind, making a smug grin appear on his rosy lips.

Ah, yes, he already had the perfect idea to prevent your wedding ceremony to happen.

All he needed to do, was get all the details of the exact moment and place of where your ceremony would be happening by asking his mother, and when the day of your wedding came, all he would have to do was guide Arrax to take him to you.

Your so expected wedding day had arrived. The intense nerves were felt both by your House, and your betrothed's own House. You, as well, were rather anxious about the moment that was about to come.

The wedding had been hosted outside the castle of your betrothed's House, and it was rather nicely settled and decorated for a proper wedding. However, even if you appreciated the efforts both Houses made to provide such a delightful wedding — and appreciated the kindness your betrothed held with you —, you weren't truly joyful with the wedding. For you, it was still being stuck in an unwanted marriage for political conveniences.

Once the wedding had begun, your footsteps were slow and delicate as you made your way towards your betrothed, and the Sept that'd marry you. A fake, forced grin remained on your lips, feeling the intensity of all eyes on you. A large, white embroidered veil covered your face, and your long white dress — that perfectly matched with your veil — smoothly flew along the gusts of winds of the outside while you strolled towards the Sept.

A deep, slightly trembling sigh escaped your lips as you positioned yourself in front of the Sept, and your soon-to-be Lord Husband, waiting for the ceremony to officially begin. The Sept began reading from the wedding pledges to intialise the ceremony, but shortly after it had begun to read outloud, you heard some minor whispering in between the guests, that had rapidly spreaded through everyone that attended the wedding.

Curiously, the Sept, your betrothed, and yourself all turned your gazes to look at what the guests were loudly gossiping about. As your eyes stared at them, you noticed their eyes were focused up into the sky with certain looks of both confusion, and completely mesmerised. And you yourself, did the same; your eyes turning to look up at the sky, wondering what was that they were seeing, only to notice a dragon circling the air; getting nearer to the ground with every passing second.

The vivid sunrays hit your face behind the veil, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and slightly close your eyes, but even so, you could notice that the dragon that circled the outsides of your betrothed's House castle was rather familiar. Giving the dragon a close, and attentive look at it as the sun hit upon the scales of the grand beast that was leisurely descending, you slowly fell into the realisation that the dragon flying in the sky was none other than Arrax himself.

“Arrax?” you murmured in the lowest voice volume possible, for yourself only to hear. None of the Targaryens had seemed to appear amongst the guests, not only because you knew they had other matters to deal with, but also, because there were other dragons near Arrax, or in plain sight flying in the skies.

In a short span of time, Arrax gracefully landed in the ground, causing some of the guests to yelp in surprise, and others, slightly frightened at the sight of the brightly pearl-coloured dragon that loudly screeched once the wing-flapping motion stopped. Getting off from his back, Lucerys stood on his dragonriding clothing, and his brunette hair seemed to be more notoriously messy than it usually was due to the gusts of winds while riding Arrax. With a growing grin, your gaze couldn't help but stay fixed on his as he stared back at you, a bit dumbfounded at how preciously delightful you looked.

“Lucerys...” you mumbled vehemently with a growing tone of excitement, and a broad ear-to-ear grin. “Y-You came to my wedding. What a... lovely surprise.” it was hard for you to remain yourself without seeming too excited at seeing how astonishing his entrance to your wedding was, and having his presence near you.

“(y/n).” Luke greeted back, leisurely making his way towards you, rather than having a seat with the other guests. His actions made everyone be more confused at the situation, and making your eyebrows slightly furrow, awaiting what he'd say, or do, next. The princeling stood in front of you, and took a deep breath. His heart pounded violently against his chest, feeling like it was about to come out of it at any second, and provoking his hands to tremble.

“I am not here to celebrate your wedding ceremony, my Lady.” he stated boldly, yet, stood firmly. The Sept that had already begun with the ceremony stared at him in silent dubiety, and your betrothed turned his eyes to look at you for a brief moment, then back at Lucerys. At his statement, you slightly tilted your head to your side, and before you could manage to reply anything at all, pure stuttering rolled of your lips nervously. But before you could ask or respond anything, he continued speaking.

“I am here to take you with me.” he replied, making the guests loudly gasp. “I love you, (y/n). I always had, and no one could possibly change the way I feel about you. The mere thought of you marrying someone else has always made me feel sick, and I cannot simply stand here and do nothing about my feelings for you.” with a scoff coming from your betrothed, your eyes widened, as well as your heart skipped a beat at his confession. Loud whispering began being hear around the guests, and you suddenly released the grip on your betrothed's hands, walking to directly stand properly in front of him.

“B-but, Lucerys, I thought your mother had betrothed you to your cousin—” before you could continue, the brunette haired boy interrupted you before you could finish your sentence.

“Mother says betrothals are political arrangements, and we can always choose our true love if we do not wish to marry our betrothed.” his hazel eyes stared intensely into yours, as his hands took hold of yours gently, extending them closer to his chest. Luke was mesmerised at how tremendously beautiful you looked in white, and he could only hope he would see you in this clothing once again a near future. “The only person I have always desired to marry is you, (y/n). I would protect and give my life for you.”

At his words, your eyes remained wide, and you could feel your breath fading away from you. The colour of your cheeks was tinted with a pinkish tone that rapidly turned into a reddish one, being at disbelief that Lucerys liked you, as much as you liked him.

“I want you to come with me, back to Dragonstone. I want you to be my chosen love.” his tone voice had a hint of uncertainty, and was heard to be slightly trembling. Despite Luke trying to stand firm in his words and his confession, he couldn't help but wonder at last minute, whether or not you liked him as well. It was unbeknownst to him, that your silence wasn't because you didn't fancy him as well, but because, you were trying to convince yourself whether this was actually happening, or not.

Suddenly, you removed the veil that covered your angelical face, cupping his cheeks in a firm manner, and crashing your lips against his in a rather fervid way. It was a surprise for everyone that attended the wedding and witnessed the scene, including your betrothed and the Sept, but you couldn't care less. For you, the only thing you had your focus present on was Lucerys, and showing him, you would never doubt in leaving everything behind, just to go with him.

His green eyes were widen as you slowly pulled apart from the kiss, trying to subtly recover some air. Your hands fell from his cheeks, only to take hold of one of his hands as you turned around to look at your betrothed, whom looked shocked at the entire situation. “I apologise for this, but...” gulping nervously, your eyes wandered back to Lucerys, giving him a single nod accompanied by a grin.

“Take me to Dragonstone, with you.” you replied to him, making Luke goofily smile at you. And without saying anything else, he nodded, and turned around with his hand still gripped onto yours, guiding you to where Arrax stood — the dragon joyfully screeched with delight, mimicking his own rider's inner, hidden emotions that he didn't want to show in front of you, just in case it was too childish.

Despite everyone staring at you with great disblief and shock — even beginning to gossip about you — , you continued making your own way with Lucerys. The Princeling helped you settle yourself on Arrax, right behind of him as he took the reins of the dragon. A whispered 'I love you, so very much' escaped his lips with a smile, in a tone only you could hear, as you wrapped your arms around his body. His gloved hands made a certain movement on the reins for Arrax to begin flying, as well as he shouted something in High Valyrian. Understanding everything perfectly well, the dragon did as his rider commanded — beginning to fly high in the brightness of the sky.

And you could've never been happier than you already were, knowing that his heart belonged only to you, despite his mother compromising him with someone else as a political convenience. For him, it was the same, knowing that the feelings were mutual after such a long time of keeping them as a secret. You were happy together, and you'd remain that way until the last of your days.

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Chapter 6 - File

Nick Fowler x Shy CIA Employee

Under the Radar Masterlist

Chapter 5 - Done

Warnings: references to sex trafficking

(I’m sorry in advance for this 😵‍💫)

Wordcount: 2452

You went to work the following day with your head held high. Nick was actually out of the picture, you could finally move forward with your life.

As long as you ignored the nagging feeling of longing deep in the pit of your stomach.  

You slipped into your desk chair and logged on as Agent Leigh walked by, waving cheerily at you. You waved back awkwardly, forcing a smile as he disappeared down the hallway. His face has healed up nicely over the last few weeks. He’d been acting really strangely since the black eye incident, always making an effort to greet you and engaging in small talk. You almost preferred when he didn’t know you existed.

You were sorting out your inbox when Joe appeared at your desk. Your face lit up and you couldn’t ignore the little surge of happiness at seeing him. 

“Hey! How are you? How did it all go? You didn’t text me back yesterday - I was worried”.

He smiled, running a hand through his hair. Hot. 

“Sorry…it ran late and I was so exhausted by the time I got home I just sorta collapsed. But it went perfectly, I’ll tell you all about it later - but right now, Walsh has requested to see us”.

“Alright…is everything okay?” You asked tentatively.

Joe shrugged. “I guess? Maybe he just wants to debrief after yesterday. Or maybe he’s got an update on Colebrook and the truck”.

“Imagine if he’s in custody? That would be amazing” you beamed. 

Joe smiled back. “Here’s hoping”.

You both walked to Walsh’s office who asked you to sit down. He had a face like thunder and you knew it was bad news before he’d even opened his mouth. 

“Both…I’m sorry to tell you that Colebrook has gone AWOL. He disappeared right before our guys came by to arrest him. Looks like he may have travelled out of state and he dumped the truck. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news. I know how hard you both worked on this. Especially you, with the CCTV” he sighed, nodding your direction. 

You were unable to mask your disappointment. All those hours trawling through the footage, staying here until the early hours…it had all been for nothing.

“No….” You said softly.

Joe whispered “Damn”.

Walsh grimaced. “I’m afraid so…look, it doesn’t take anything away from your achievement, alright? It’s just the way it goes sometimes. We win some, we lose some. We just gotta keep going. We’ll find another lead. It’s only a matter of time”. He checked his watch. “Alright. Get back to it. Dismissed”.

You trudged out of the office, your ankles feeling like they had weights attached as you slumped into the conference room.

“Hey…it’s okay” Joe soothed. “Like Walsh said, it happens”.

You sighed as you sank into a chair. Logically you knew he was right but you were disheartened all the same.

“What happened? How did he know?” You asked, not particularly to Joe, just generally.

Joe sighed. “Who knows. Maybe he has a source in the sheriff’s department. Maybe the informant is playing both sides, or someone figured out the CCTV had been compromised. Or maybe…it was just an unlucky coincidence. Maybe he was always planning to move on at this time and we just missed him by a few hours”.

You exhaled, leaning over and pushing your face against the cool wood of the table. “I thought this was going to be it…” your voice was muffled against the surface.

“It’s crazy how we can’t track down a single person at the top of this thing” you continued. “How do they keep evading us?”

Joe leaned over and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You felt a jolt of electricity and felt grateful he couldn’t see your face.

“Look…you care so much” he said kindly. “And it’s not a flaw…but the fact is, the nature of this work means that sometimes you will unfortunately spend hours - maybe days or weeks - on bad leads. It sucks. But you’ve just gotta move onto the next one. The bad guys want you to be apathetic. They want you to feel like giving up. But we can’t let them win”.

You sat up straight again, looking into his kind eyes once more. “You always know what to say” you sighed. “Thanks Joe”.

He smiled. “I’m always here for you. You know that”.

“How do you do it? How do you not let it bring you down when this stuff happens?”

He shrugged. “Experience, I guess. I’ve been through this far more than you have. On one of my first cases I spent two weeks following a guy to figure out his routine, only to find out the real guy had actually fled to South America weeks before - and the guy I’d been following was some decoy who had been paid to wear a disguise. Just a random dude in a fake beard and sunglasses”.

“No!” You gasped.

He chuckled. “Sadly, yes. I was hiding out in dumpsters and everything. Can laugh about it now…but at the time I wanted to quit the CIA and run out to the country to become a farmer or something instead”.

You smiled wistfully. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t”.

He smiled back, giving your shoulder a little squeeze.

“Me too…” he said fondly. 

Before you knew it you found yourself leaning into him, it was just so…easy and clear. Uncomplicated. Not like Nick…although Nick was…well, Nick. 

Joe wasn’t Nick though was he? And maybe that’s the problem.

You ignored that stray thought and leaned in further. You watched as Joe’s eyes dropped to your lips, then he leaned in too, tilting his head. You were mere inches apart when he stopped suddenly.

“We can’t…” he breathed. 

You bounced backwards in your chair, smoothing your hair and fiddling with your fingers out of embarrassment. “Oh…God, I’m sorry. I didn’t-Joe I’m sorry I-I shouldn’t have…”

“No…it’s okay” he said softly, stroking a finger across your jawline. He smiled kindly.

“Believe me…I want to. Like really want to…but we gotta work together. I don’t want it to get awkward or weird you know? Or jeopardise the important work we’re doing together” he sighed. 

You nodded. Typical Joe, of course he was looking out for the best interests of the case. That’s just the kind of man he was. 

You nodded, managing a small smile. “You’re right…of course you’re right”.

“Look…” he said soothingly. “I like you a lot. Okay? And I think it’s possible we could have something here. But maybe we could see where we are once Project Cotton is over? Then we can really have space and time to explore what this might be”.

You smiled again. “That sounds perfect”.

“As soon as this is done…I’ll take out for a crazy big meal and a bottle of wine. Sound good? Really wine and dine you” he grinned. 

“It’s a date” you giggled. 

He squeezed your hand then got up and resumed his normal spot at the whiteboard. You smiled at his back as he stood and looked at the wall of evidence, scratching his chin thoughtfully. He was a good agent and a good man. He had integrity. He wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of the case, because that’s just who he is. 

You fiddled with the letter opener, glancing out of the glass wall of the conference room onto the office floor. Nick walked by with Mace and the two of you made eye contact. You shot him a tiny smile as an attempt to be friendly but he turned away and continued walking, laughing at something Mace had said. 

It was probably for the best, but you couldn’t help the small gnawing of sadness you tried your best to forget. 

*

Later that evening you were getting ready for bed after a long call with Annie. She’d listened sympathetically to your near miss with Joe and what he’d said, and had agreed it sounded like a sensible idea to see how things naturally developed once you’d finished the project. It had been helpful to go through it all with her - but you didn’t mention the lingering feelings about Nick. It would actually be real if you said it all out loud.

Before you got into your pyjamas you took a quick look at your work phone. Sometimes you had a glance at emails at night just to see what awaited you in the morning so there were no nasty surprises, but didn’t reply to or work on any of them.

You frowned as you noticed one of the messages you’d sent to Walsh with the draft of your preliminary report hadn’t sent…and he had emailed asking where it was! Fuck! That deadline was today. You felt nauseous, this wasn’t like you. Normally you would’ve immediately clocked that the report hadn’t gone through. The stuff with Joe must’ve distracted you. You frantically tried to re-send it but the attachment hadn’t pulled through properly.

Walsh hadn’t followed up since that first email so maybe it wasn’t urgent, but you’d promised him he’d have it today - and you always delivered - that’s what you told him when he put you on this assignment. You couldn’t let him down. You scowled, glancing at the time - nearly 10pm…

You thought for a moment and made a split decision - grabbing your coat and heading out to your car. The report was on a USB drive that was sitting on your desk. You could visualise its location perfectly next to your coffee mug. You would drive over to the office, download the file, send it to Walsh with a grovelling apology and then come home - if you left now you could be back in bed in 30 minutes. Easy peasy. 

Sure, you could get up extra early tomorrow and head in before 9am - but you knew yourself well enough to know you’d be unable to sleep tonight worrying about it. Besides, maybe Walsh would be impressed by the dedication to fix your mistake.

So off you went, getting to the office parking lot in record time - amazing how much easier it is with no traffic. You parked up and headed in, swiping your security pass at the door. 

“Hey Ms Girly! What are you doing here?” Grant asked as you went past the front desk.

“You getting a head start on the morning?” He joked.

You grinned. “I forgot to do something for the boss - I’ll be in and out in 10 minutes tops”.

He laughed, shaking his head. “You work too hard…but hey, it’s your life. My shift ends in a few minutes but Ernie’s coming to take over…promise me you’ll ask him to walk you to your car when you’re done, okay?”

You nodded back at him, “I promise” you smiled. 

“Seems everyone is working late at the moment…” he sighed as he put his jacket on, getting ready to hand over to Ernie.

You wondered what he meant by that but wanted to get back home so just let yourself into your floor with your pass. Some of the lights were on which surprised you, but maybe another agent had carelessly forgotten to switch them off or the cleaning staff had just been around.

You switched on your laptop. The USB was exactly where you left it. You plugged it in, downloading the report and fired it off in your reply to Walsh - apologising profusely for the oversight. The whole thing took less than five minutes. Phew. No crazy panic tomorrow morning at least. 

You smiled with satisfaction as you closed your laptop and got up to leave. Just as you moved to go, the letter opener caught your eye, perched on the edge of your desk. The shining silver glinted under the dull lighting. You smirked. Pesky Joe. Well, your turn.

You took a detour via Joe’s desk on your way out, dropping the delicate dagger on his notebook as you passed. Just as you were leaving…something caught your eye. 

A file next to his keyboard. 

You frowned. Joe wouldn’t normally be so careless as to leave out confidential material like this. How unlike him. 

You picked it up, figuring you could slot it into the cabinet before you left. You flicked it open to see the details and figure out where it should be filed. 

Your blood ran cold.

On the first page there was a large photograph of yourself. 

You weren’t looking at the camera. It was a candid, taken from across the office. You could see Palmer’s desk in the background. In the image, your face was twisted in thought as you looked off dreamily into the distance.

Underneath you found a detailed list of facts about yourself. Your name. Date of birth. Height. Weight. Hair colour. Eye colour. Birthplace. There was a copy of your drivers license included too. 

“What is this?” You whispered with horror as your stomach flipped. 

This wasn’t a CIA staff file. This was…home made. 

You continued to flick through the file, unable to stop despite the mounting sense of fear. There were details of your family, friends (or lack thereof). Photos of your apartment. Photos of you taken without your knowledge - one of you walking down the street, another of you letting yourself into your apartment. 

You turned each page faster and faster, hoping to make sense of the horror movie you’d just walked into. Finally you got to the final page, your heart in your mouth as your trembling hands held the paper up to read and tried to make sense of the various sentences. 

“SALE AGREED”

“DELIVERY TBA”

“BITCOIN PAYMENT CONFIRMATION”

You squeaked quietly, unable to stop the tears that blurred your vision.

And at the very bottom of the page…

….was Joe’s signature.

You didn’t think. You didn’t react. You couldn’t. You just clutched the file and began to run to the exit, your other hand shaking as you pulled your phone from your pocket to find Walsh’s number. For a split second you thought about calling Nick, but of course you’d deleted and blocked his number all those weeks ago. 

Just as you got to the door, your eyes distracted as you focused on your phone screen, you collided with something. 

No…someone. 

You bounced off the figure and hit the floor, ass first. Your phone shot out of your hand and skidded under a nearby desk. 

You looked up, only able to utter a single gasp as you looked into his eyes.

“Hey sweetheart” said Joe, a terrifying smirk spreading across his face. “Working hard, are we?”

Chapter 7a -Underestimate

[bizlybebo]

May I hear Flick lore

/nf

HEHEHE MY LITTLE GUY,,,, a lot of it is. very handwavey but i do have a general story beat sort of thing figured out for him !!

basically he’s just. Some Random Kid. there’s no significance to that. he really is just some guy /gen. in the world i’ve built (name is a wip) poverty is common, and it’s also not rare for kids on the outskirts of the country to be orphans.

flick literally wandered the streets of a specific district like a rat (and had a lot of run-ins with an underground society of sorts that lives beneath the country) for most of his early life. he knew the stray cats individually and named them all and he knew his way around every alley and rooftop, which was what made him so hard to catch.

until one day, rosemary <33333 my beloved sees this little like. 7? year old just wandering the streets and is like hey. what the hell, goes to check it out, see if he’s doing alright, and after trying to confront him gently he manages to steal her watch.

it leads to this wild goose chase of sorts with flick remaining two steps ahead for soo long. like months on end. rosemary just wants to talk to this odd lil guy she sees on the streets by her shop and make sure he’s got a home and parents or something. flick just finds her entertaining + intentionally keeps her at arms length because of his inherent distrust in adults.

but anyways rose eventually coaxes him in and eventually basically adopts him !!! she calls him her protoge/mentee though.

rosemary’s an old shopkeeper lady, with her not-quite-wife jane (name subject to change cause i’m indecisive). they never really could afford to get married and their entire relationship is a kind of commentary on gay marriage/queer couples in general and having to hide. they’re “very good friends” in the eyes of historians, yknow.

ALSO JANE LITERALLY NAMED FLICK. HE HAD A PERSONALITY THAT RESEMBLED FIRE/SPARKS AND SO SHE NAMED HIM AFTER THE SOUND A LIGHTER MAKES.

ANYWAYS jane has magic. very few people have it in this world since it’s a bloodline thing and most of the people with magic have, unfortunately, been hunted for sport or forced into hiding. the abilities are kind of “watered down” over generations because of it. those with more earthly magic that pertains to the oceans, forests, etc. have been hunted for sport, whilst those with more “otherworldly” magic from a realm that was closed off long ago are often sought after for their different abilities: mainly healing and stuff to do with making deals/“lie detecting”.

all that to say that jane has the otherworldly magic, and spends her life in a sort of hiding because of that. when the government starts picking up on signs that she may have magic, she and rose go to the underground society mentioned earlier since it’s kind of a lawless land, and they’re hoping to find somebody they can bribe into changing her legal files to remove all suspicion from her.

in short, they can’t afford such a thing living in such a poor district. jane thinks the shop and flick are put in jeopardy by her situation, so she hands herself over to the authorities. having magic in this world can immediately grant a person a luxurious life in the upper districts, but it is one without freedom and you’re usually put in the servitude of certain influential figures. basically the government is VERY corrupt and exploits people with magic terribly, which is why it’s so common for people w magic to go into hiding.

ANYWAYS. that’s just flicks backstory really cause rose and jane are very important parts of who he is today. HE HAS A LOSER NERD BEST FRIEND NAMED APHID !!! aphid is not aphid’s. birth-given name nor his legal name, it’s a whole Thing since aphid is in hiding, but not for magic reasons. but they have their odd lil names together and they’re so codependent <33 if i kept taking this answer would be obscenely long

[orangesunsets12]

Leonard McCoy's Past -Fanfic Premise

Here's the plot of a new Leonard McCoy fanfic I've started to write. If anyone has any questions/further curiosities please feel free to send an ask or reply! I love this AU but struggle to find motivation when I have time, but I love to talk about it! Maybe sharing it online will encourage me to force myself to write about it more often lol. Enjoy!

Leonard and his father, David, are living on Earth, (Leonard is about 15), when Dr. David McCoy is tasked to heal a Vulcan who is really sick. Unfortunately, the Vulcan passes away, and the Vulcan's mate becomes enraged, tossing away all emotional restraint, and seeks revenge on David for being unable to save his mate. He kidnaps Leonard, and, in an effort to break the boy as well as his father, commits many forced mind melds on a helpless Leonard.

Leonard is found months later, having endured too many forced mind melds, leading him to have a fractured mind. He's unresponsive to any words, any comforting touch, and gives no sign of having any part of him left. Emotionless. Traumatized. Broken. Yet, he hasn't succumbed to complete madness, like many say should've happened after only a few mind melds, and David finds hope in it.

David contacts all of the doctors he knows who might be able to help, including Dr. Boyce, and eventually the leaders of Vulcan are made aware of the situation.

Leonard is taken to Vulcan, and goes through a long recovery process. With healing comes pain, and he soon begins to feel emotions again, yet also experiences hallucinations, nightmares, and an insanity that scares him. His mind doesn't feel like his own.

No one gives up on him, and Leonard finds himself growing close to the people who help him. He becomes close to Amanda, finding comfort in her motherly kindness, and respects Sarek, who has also decided to do whatever he can to heal the young human. Amanda introduces Leonard to common Vulcan games, like Kal-Toh, and often tells him stories of her son, even when Leonard didn't seem to listen. Sarek guides the healers, and even conducts his own healing mind melds, spending much time struggling to heal what was broken.

And David stays with his son every day, promising him that things will get better. He comforts Leonard when he begins to display signs of insanity, and holds him as Leonard screams from a nightmare. He watches his son grow up under the care of Vulcans, and becomes so proud at how his son is hanging on, yet still terrified that it wouldn't be enough. Would his son eventually be able to live in a society again? Would he live on Vulcan his whole life, or eventually continue a life on Earth?

Leonard slowly edges closer to the person he was before, piecing together the parts of his mind that were broken, regaining the memories that were ripped from him. Yet he still struggles. He still hears the evil Vulcan in his head, telling him what to do, that he can't trust anyone. It's a constant battle, and it takes him years until he can live a semi-normal life.

Eventually, he gets better. He's able to attend school, he's able to live a normal life without a totally fractured mind. Yet it's always felt weak, and nightmares often plagued him. He often has to visit Vulcan for occasional healing mind melds, to keep his mind from breaking apart once more.

Leonard becomes a doctor, like his father. He defies the pain and trauma that defined him as a child, and continues to heal others, controlling his mind when it tried to break, and uses emotions to cover up the fear that he would lose his mind again.

He meets Jim, but chooses to keep the information of his past to himself, too afraid to appear weak. He meets Spock, and is fearful at first, because all Vulcans scare him before he gets to know them. Yet, after the destruction of Vulcan, Leonard soon finds friendship with Spock, as both mourn the planet, and those on it. It's through Amanda's gift of a Kal-Toh set that Spock hears Leonard's history of mind-melds, and the two learn to trust each other like brothers.

Jim will learn of the forced mind melds eventually, but that reveal will be a lot messier.

This got a lot longer than I planned...but those are a lot of the plot points I want to for sure touch on. I love talking about this AU, so if anyone has any questions, please feel free to ask them! Thanks for reading my ideas/rant!

[theyoungwclf]

send prompts / @poweresides: “  you don’t ever have to pretend. not with me. not ever.  ”

The year he had spent in Casterly Rock had been far better than his time in the dungeons below The Twins. Robb couldn't quite grasp the irony that his savior from those stone walls and iron bars and physical and emotional torment was the very man he used to keep captive in a CAGE. Jaime's hospitality and honor made this FALLEN KING feel ashamed for how he had treated his captive. War camps were not the life of luxury like Casterly Rock, but that didn't excuse some of his behavior towards Jaime, especially now that the man had rescued him and they had developed . . . something. It was strange, they were enemies, both of them had done things that should warrant hate and yet Jaime was kind . . . mostly. The older man annoyed Robb to no end, but between the annoyances Jaime still provided him with information, as dreary as the news was. His sisters missing, his home lost, and even during happier news such as Joffrey's death, Robb chose not to voice such an opinion, instead focusing on his sister's disappearance. During his healing process he had spent many nights dreaming of finding his family and returning home, it wasn't possible now, but the thoughts still kept him going, and he'd find himself on the balcony of the room given to him, staring off at the sea and hoping that one day he'd be free to find them.

Unfortunately, spending time with Jaime meant the man could read him now, and it was an upset when Robb turns to look at the man, surprised at Jaime's honesty. Jaime had named him ARTHUR, he was a young man who worked in the STABLES, he was a PRISONER, just one not behind bars, and one Jaime's family didn't know existed. Yet when they were alone Jaime still called him Robb, he still offered him a smile, they conversed and Robb, lonely as ever welcomed the company every time. How was it that he knew more about Jaime Lannister than he did himself?

" I am just brooding, Jaime. Not unlike my brother Jon, he made the act of brooding look good. " His wounds were healed so he could stand tall, yet standing tall felt like a farce. He was no king, he lost the war, lost everything. He doubted the North would welcome him back with open arms and so he brooded, his family's survival his only solace. Swallowing once, his blue eyes settle on Jaime, and his expression softens. Almost his only solace. " I can't pretend with you anyway. You somehow can read me, must be those years in the Kingsguard, a helpful talent. "

Turning fully, he leans himself against the bannister, arms crossing against his chest as he curves a smile on his face. " What brings you to my room? Your friendship with your favorite stable hand will be the talk of the castle if you keep popping in here. More marriage candidates? You'll have to let me know if your father forces you to attend anymore dinners, the details and your complaints have been far more interesting than any book I could read. " Tywin's desire to make Jaime settle down and produce heirs had been a fun topic of conversation between Jaime and himself, one Robb could relate to for his own different reasons. Before the night he had taken that arrow and his inhibitions had been lost from Sybell's drugs, women had never been on his mind, marriage had never been a desire, more of necessity of knowing one day he would need to as Lord Stark . . . but even when Theon would drag him to brothels he never once gave in, never even wanted to. He had grown to love Jeyne, but their marriage hadn't been romantic or wanton on his part.

The reasons are his own. " Though Jaime, please. You don't need to worry about me, I'm alright. You're a far kinder captor than Walder Frey . . . and myself. I certainly wouldn't have came to you and told such kind things. You're a better man than I gave you credit for . . . and if Lady Brienne's vow towards my mother transferred onto you and made you decide to pity me . . . I suppose I'll never stop thanking you . . . Will I? But either way . . . I play pretend for a living now. I'm ARTHUR remember? "

[franckyfoxart]

MALCOLM ----------------

Once upon a time there was a powerful warlock who was given a fatal blow that forced him to steal to body of another living sentient being. While it allowed him to make his escape from his assaillants, it left him with the huge problem that he was now stuck with a body who was very much still mortal and could possibly explode due to its inability to sustain the power of his cursed soul for too long. While on his quest to find a new body and a way to attain immortality, he heard of a bunch of teenagers who would be granted both of those things. The guardian of sun and moon was going to retire and grant his title and power to one of many kids that had been adopted and train for the very purpose of succeeding them. The warlock found the jackpot and upon spying upon each of them he went with the candidate he deemed the most likely to be chosen and snatched their body at the last minute.

Come the moment of the final initiation, despite being certain to be chosen given how the kid had exceeded at every tasks, challenges and met all of the quotas... a little shit who was caught red handed cheating called Seth had been chosen on the premise that he was somehow 'the lesser evil'. Furious and unaware that the astral elders had seen through his dark souls inhabiting the body of their now late student, the Warlock did not take long to follow Seth to his new home, the Astral tower and attempt to assassinate him. He was, obviously caught and was set to be absolutely pulverized by the elders until Seth walked in and begged for him to be spared. Given his new title he were to be the one to choose his own staff, and Seth was awestruck to someone going to such extent to attempt stealing his body (which he believed was for its beauty, not its power like the warlock desired) that he decided he wanted to keep this "handsome rogue" as one of his servants.

And so with that, granted the nickname 'Malcolm' by Seth (after refusing to speak his true name), the Warlock was in a sense granted what he desired. Immortality and great power. But unfortunately without the ability to do whichever he wants with he, as he was now cursed to be Seth's healer and servant for as long as he is willing to live and he may only use trickery or healing magic. Initially Malcolm spent a lot of his time trying to plot Seth's downfall via loopholes on his curse (all attempts being thrwarted one way or another), he eventually grew somewhat fond of Seth who seemed to be quite chaotic in nature and quite prone to bring destruction upon the same kind of people who had wronged him in his past on top of never asking too much of him. So the former warlock, now healer of the guardian, spends his time tolerating his nonsense while living peacefully with a man who is essentially set for life. But every once in awhile he tries to have some influence on the Fox and practices his own scheme under the cover of the night while going out for his 'walks'...

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Seraph Headcanons pt. 1 of ???

Headcanon time? Headcanon time.

I do have to say, build wise? Seraph is not like the typical depiction of an elf. Where they're depicted as lithe, tall, with very few scars, Seraph has the height, perhaps taller than the average elf, but his body is covered in scars from his recent battles and those he's had during his training as a watcher. The most prominent and visible scar would be over his left eye, which continues below it, though thankfully, it healed and didn't cost him an eye in the process. He's very much muscular. Though he's still quite young for an elf, only 256 years old.

Prior to his training, and the awakening of his draconic blood, Seraph stood at 6'5 (195.58 cm) and was quite lean. Though his training as a cleric, despite what he learned from his mentor, Lady Ouros, he still had no real combat experience outside of his magic. Nowadays, his magic is more built to support combat, with his healing spells taking sort of a backseat. Though, as a champion, he gets by just fine with Lay on Hands as a spell. After the awakening of his draconic blood, he's shot up to his brother Makoto's height of 6'9 (205.74 cm).

Physical build wise? Seraph looks like this.

Actual combat build wise? Seraph is full on DPS, with a bit of support spells from his cleric background. That being said, he's much better at combat now than he was at the start of the campaign. His spell list has become reflective of this. Though, with his training as a dragoon, his fighting style with a spear has become much more focused on agility, and he has the ability to leap 40 feet into the air, and has a spell known as propulsive breeze to help augment his in-air agility. His heritage from Winter gives him spells primarily geared towards water and ice, though before that, he was aligned more towards lightning, and still learns lightning based spells.

Seraph is still rather new to the world, spending almost his entire life in a cloister, and as I've talked about with @allthatisleftinthedark, he's still learning about things. Though Soar has also pointed out that Seraph often likes having a guiding force, because he doesn't quite know what he wants to be right now. So he focuses on helping his party and his duties as the new Champion of Winter. Prior to the adventure, Seraph was known to be incredibly quiet, and for the first year or two at staying in his cloister, was completely mute, using sign language to speak or writing down what he had to say.

He struggles with being alone, even though he was often found by himself while at the Cloister he was raised in, he was always nearby other people, or they knew where to find him outside of classes and the library. This doesn't change much, and while he was in the Deathwatchers, he became used to his fellow watchers being able to contact him mentally, and held conversations with them, though, he's also had his issues with them getting into arguments within his head, and had to learn how to shut them out as well. Adding his father and eventually his brother Makoto, Seraph doesn't know how to really deal with being alone. He often has his familiar, Freya to keep him company as well. Unfortunately, he also has the Chaos god of blood, Khorne in his mind as well.

It's clear that Seraph struggles with his nature as a warrior, and enjoying combat, going from someone who was trained primarily to support others, to being the one on the front lines and throwing himself in danger to protect people, he likes the power that his training has given him. Despite his draconic blood, and his nature as a demi-spirit, Seraph's body is the result of hard training, perhaps too much for most mortals. Not to mention, emotional wise, Seraph went from having mostly muted emotions, and being unable to understand his feelings at times, to awakening to his emotions and emoting much more than he did at the start of his journey.

Despite his belief and his devotion to Pharasma, nowadays, Seraph isn't afraid to question why things have to remain the same...That being said, his sense of justice is strong enough that even if he's no longer a watcher, Seraph will absolutely never abide people raising the dead from their slumber. Not to mention, he has a strong sense of justice, making him even more susceptible to Khorne's influence. That being said, he's also the type to hold a grudge, most obvious in his feelings towards his world's Severia. He'll be cordial and polite, but he won't go out of his way to befriend her should they meet again.