#AND what the FUCK was wrong with the order of the phoenix? who let her publish that because that book is literally so bad

[not-another-walnut]

the thing about harry potter, and I mean this truly and genuinely from the bottom of my heart, is that it isn’t even that good!!!!

I’m serious, I read hp exactly once, between the ages of 11-12, and it was FINE! like goddamn we has so much WONDERFUL ya fiction at the time and you freaks all latched into one of the most mediocre options???

like sure, I had my hogwarts house in my bio for a couple years because that’s what we used to do in fandom spaces, but I remember taking that out in high school because I remembered that it was fine and I literally don’t give a shit about it and never really have??

you guys have got to let go, it’s so embarrassing to be this attracted to an okay piece of childrens media for soOOoOo long and go so hard for it that you don’t care who gets hurt by it??? absolutely pathetic

#not you a very potter musical you can stay #the only good thing to come out that fucking dumpster fire #OH and the weird romantic dream about ginny weasley I had in fifth grade that started the seed of me liking girls #AND what the FUCK was wrong with the order of the phoenix? who let her publish that because that book is literally so bad #it’s the only one I (attempted) to read twice because I thought i was too young to get it the first time #but it turns out it just fuckinh sucks soooo bad #god y’all are pathetic #get a fucking grip

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The Stakes are High, but this love is ours.

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Pairing- Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader

Warnings - Language, Sexual themes

Summary - There’s a new analyst in town, no one can seem to get a read on her. What’s she hiding, and what do they have to do with Hangman?

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It’s been such a weird week. Everybody’s been stressed to the limit over the mission coming up, but then adding a new analyst to the fray just a few weeks before it begins throws a wrench into the dynamic. There’s nothing wrong with her, insanely beautiful in that southern belle kind of way, smart as a whip and quick with a comeback. She was definitely a good fit for this mission, where others in her field had been struggling to get the plans in order you’d found a solution almost instantly, making everyone breathe a little easier as they geared up for what was sure to be a rough one.

But Phoenix can’t help but notice something is off, Y/N won’t go out with the crew after work, and has somehow got North Island’s resident Ken doll so flustered he can’t seem to do anything but mope like a kicked puppy. He’s always been friendly, never interested in taking a girl home at night like Bradshaw or some of the other guys, so she always just chalked it up to him having someone back home. Normally she’d enjoy watching him verbally go toe to toe with someone and get his ass handed to him but honestly this was just sad. Lieutenant L/N was ruthless, no matter how much game Hangman had, she shot him down with a look and sent him on his way with his tail between his legs.

Today was no different, Mav decided another game of dog fight football would be good for morale and the two of you had been dancing around each other all day, an almost annoying amount of sexual tension was in the air and it was starting to get ridiculous.

Jogging back up to your beach chair to get some water, you realized Natasha was hot on your heels.

“Hey girl, need a drink? What’s up”

Phoenix knew she didn’t know the girl well but screw it, it couldn’t hurt to give a little push could it?

“You and Hangman need to just fuck and get this over with Y/N, poor guy might explode if you don’t just admit you like him too.”

You spray the water that you had just gulped into the sand, gasping for air and looking at her like she’d just grown three heads.

“I- what?!” You spluttered, you knew Phoenix wasn’t exactly subtle but Jesus.

“You guys have been doing this dance for weeks and I’m sure it’s been fun, trust me it’s always a blast to watch Seresin get knocked down a peg but the poor guy is so goo goo for you and you know you have him totally wrapped. He’s hot, you’re hot and you obviously like each other so just throw him a bone, might be fun!”

She throws her head back and laughs, clapping you on the shoulder before running back towards the guys leaving you bewildered in her wake.

Had it been that obvious that the two of you were into each other? Jake was a flirt for sure, just part of who he was but you definitely thought you’d been more discreet.

Hours go by and as the sun goes down everyone begins to pack it up, most of them heading to the Hard Deck for drinks or back home. You lingered a little in the parking lot letting everyone leave before you made your way to your car. Just as you are done throwing on your shorts and packing up your trunk you feel a pair of strong arms around your waist and relax into his touch. There he is, Jake Seresin, not his larger than life Hangman persona, just your Jake.

He leans in to press kisses to your neck, getting a little braver and handsy now that the lot is empty of his squad.

“You looked hot as hell today sugar, do you have any idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you when you look this good?” Running his hands up and down your sides you sigh and melt into him. He’s fully enveloped your senses now, makes it almost impossible to come up with a coherent thought that doesn’t include jumping his bones right here.

“I-well- you can’t always be the prettiest one in this relationship princess” you say, turning in his arms to face him and giving him the sloppiest lovedrunk look, it’s almost embarrassing how he renders you stupid even now.

He barks out a laugh and peppers kisses all over your cheeks, basking in the ability to just be Jake and Y/N after having to keep up the act at work.

“Soooo about that, we are gonna have to tell people soon baby, Phoenix corned me earlier and told me I should take pity on you and just take you to bed” you erupt in giggles at the look on his face, he ranges from shocked to embarrassed in a matter of seconds, pulling back a little to rub his hand over his face.

“Shit, and here I thought we were being subtle, but I guess having to stare at my wife at work all day and not being allowed to touch her like I want is making my self control non existent.” He looks at you sheepishly, it’s honorable at the effort he puts in to keep your relationship safe from the prying eyes of the navy, even though all he really wants is to be out in the open.

“We can always just drop the facade Jake, I know you try to keep it quiet for my sake and I know it’s been difficult. Trust me I find it harder and harder every day to keep work and home separate, especially seeing you in your flight suit every day.” You comically wiggle your eyebrows at him and smack his ass but he just shakes his head, knowing you’re trying to break the tension. You sigh and press a kiss to his cheek, “If it’s this hard for both of us to keep it a secret I can just lay it all out for the team. Honestly, you might as well let someone other than Javy know that the Hangman has a soul.”

He just laughs, he’s always wanted to protect your career, knows it’s hard enough as a woman in a military setting but being married to one of the best naval aviators in the country and also trying to make your own name in your field just makes it harder. Someone inevitably makes a comment about how you got where you are because of Jake and then you have to beg him to keep his nose clean, it was just easier when you were asked to consult on this mission for Top Gun (a super prestigious honor in itself), if you came to Fightertown as Y/N L/N, not Mrs. Jake Seresin.

“If you’re ready to take the leap baby you know I’ll follow your lead. I just want you to know how important you are to me no matter what you decide.”

You could swoon over this man, he never ceases to be full of love and support even when you know keeping your relationship private is a strain on him. Looking up at him with a big grin you lean in and kiss him.

“Come on lover, let’s get you home so I can fuck your brains out and get your head back in the game for this mission. Your poor team might go insane if they have to watch me fake hate you for one more minute” he follows you to your door, spinning you around to cage you in and initiate a kiss that quickly borders inappropriate before you smack at his chest and say something along the lines of keep it in your pants until we get home cowboy.

You hear him give a disgruntled comment as he heads to his side of the car after shutting your door, “I mean I think it’s hot, the whole pretending to hate me thing, kind of like role playing” and you cackle at how ridiculous he is, just as much of a horn dog for you as he was when you finally started dating near the end of his first big mission almost 5 years ago.

Back then he had just gotten his callsign, everyone thought he was a big bad asshole with a God complex but with you he was just your Jake. His mama had taught him to be nothing less than the perfect gentleman and he had you hooked by the end of your first date, unashamedly telling you after kissing you that he could do that for the rest of his life. Needless to say it didn’t take long before you had a ring on your finger, so wrapped up in love Javy calling you both vomit inducing on more than one occasion.

Monday comes all too soon, the mission now a week out, you’d spent the weekend effectively relaxing your husband by taking him apart bit by bit until he was fully back to his normal self. After breakfast that may or may not have resulted in you bent over the kitchen counter you finally pull into the parking lot with time to spare by Jake’s truck. Peeking around to see if anyone is looking you lean up to kiss him, grabbing a handful of his ass in his flight suit quickly dodging him and laughing before he can really get his hands on you.

“I’ll see you for dinner!” He says shaking his head and you wave wildly at him rushing through the hangar door.

What you don’t see is a gobsmacked Baby Bob Floyd parked on the other side of the lot, fumbling with his phone as he whispers “Omg wait until Phoenix hears this.”

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[roosterforme]

The Deployment Diaries Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley would never want to be with someone else during a deployment, and he would expect the same from you.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, adult banter, smut, non-consensual kissing and touching

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

You met Chelsea the next day when she dropped lunch off for Josh. She was cute and bubbly and seemed nice, but she was eyeing you warily, even after you'd talked to her for a bit. Maybe she thought Josh was working too many hours, because you were demanding it. But when you mentioned to her that staying late was by no means mandatory, she looked even more uneasy.  "She's like that," Josh said later that afternoon. "Always worrying about things." "Well, she is your wife. I mean, I might be concerned with how much you're working if I were her."

Josh eyed you up and down, and it made you feel slightly uncomfortable. "Yeah, that's not what she's worried about. But anyway, we're supposed to go wine tasting this weekend. You should come with us. Sonya and Reggie too." Nothing wrong with a group hang. And Bradley wasn't a huge fan of wine, so this might be something fun you'd never get to do otherwise.  "Sure, send me the details." "You staying late today?" he asked you. "Yeah, so is Sonya." Josh's brow pinched into a frown at this information, but he just nodded his head. And when you mentioned the wine tasting to Sonya, she was really excited about it. Josh looked less enthusiastic than he had earlier, even though he was the one who originally mentioned it. He was acting weird now, and you just did not enjoy dealing with moody men. At least Bradley was usually even tempered. It generally took a lot to get him stirred up.  -------------------------------------------- A few days later, back on the carrier, Bradley was still thinking about how you had touched yourself and let him watch. He was endlessly horny now, and he just wanted to be home in the worst way. He missed your little routines together. He missed playing with your necklace charms while you snuggled on his chest. He missed telling you about his day and getting your feedback. You made him feel like his ideas and opinions were important. And he missed the way you got nostalgic for stories about his parents, even though you'd never met them.  "I'm thinking about going to get my mom's ring as soon as we get back," he told Nat over lunch one day in the cafeteria.  "Really?" Nat asked, and her smile looked just like the Cheshire Cat. "I recall you once telling me you tossed that thing in a dusty box. You said you were mad that your mom insisted you keep it for your future wife instead of letting you bury her with it. You told me you were never going to need it, Rooster. And now you're thinking about proposing?"  He smiled and shook his head at just how accurate Phoenix's memory was. "Yeah. I've been thinking about it for too long already. I need her, in every fucking way. I really want to make it official."  "You think she's ready? You've been dating for, what, seven months?" Bradley nodded his head. This was way longer than he'd ever dated anyone else. "Natasha, you know for a fact I was in love with her about an hour after I met her. That was in August. Now it's May. My heart can't take much more waiting."  Then his best friend smiled at him and nodded her head. "She'll say yes. She's a mess over you too, Rooster." ---------------------------------------------- You shot Bradley a quick email detailing your plans to go wine tasting this afternoon. It was Saturday for you, but probably already early Sunday morning for him. He was flying another mission tomorrow, and you were hoping he'd be able to call you or Facetime after that.  So when you were about to take Tramp outside before you left, you were surprised to see Bradley had written back to you already. baby girl, have fun, but please be careful. i don't love you going out with people i don't know with alcohol involved. i love you You rolled your eyes. In the last email he sent you, he asked you if you thought Josh had ulterior motives when he worked late. You reminded him that Josh was married, and that Sonya and Reggie had occasionally started to stay late as well.  In the email before that, he asked you if you'd told Josh about him. You reminded him that yes, you had told all three of your new coworkers about your deployed boyfriend.  Bradley was being ridiculous. And today you were going to win over Chelsea so you'd have a new friend.  ------------------------------------------------- "I can't tell the difference between the wines unless one is red and one is white," Reggie said, alternating between taking sips from each glass. The woman serving the wine samples looked appalled, but you and the others couldn't stop laughing.  "Do you just mix red and white together to make a blush wine?" Sonya asked. "Absolutely not," the wine specialist replied. "Okay, okay, this was a little too fancy for me," you said when she was out of earshot. "Anyone want to hit up the Hard Deck later? First round is on me." Everyone seemed kind of interested, even Chelsea, who had actually been a bit more talkative with you today.  "Well, I'll be there around eight if any of you decide to join me!" you said before you started to leave.  Josh nodded at you, and you could swear you felt him watching you as you walked away.  When you got home, you played with Tramp and did some meal prepping for awhile. You were kind of in the mood to wear a dress out tonight, but what was the point if Bradley wasn't there. It was so much fun to tease him. So you stuck with your jeans and your boat shoes.  As soon as you arrived at the bar, the boys cheered. "Haven't seen you in a week!" Hangman drawled, handing you a set of darts.  "I've been super busy with work," you told him. "Can I at least get a beer first before you kick my ass?" "Hey, Payback," Hangman called over to the other aviator who was at the bar. "Get one for Angel here." You rolled your eyes and threw a dart, and by the end of the matchup, you'd lost miserably, but at least you had a beer in your hand.  "So, how's Rooster?" Bob asked you, and you immediately thought of his face when you'd touched yourself over Facetime.  "He's doing great!" you said with a laugh. "So is Phoenix. They were in Osaka last week." "How soon until they're back?" Fanboy asked. "Only three more weeks!" you cheered, and then you noticed Josh was at the bar. "Hey, I'm going to go sit with my new coworker for a bit. I'll be back." ---------------------------------- Bradley wanted to ball his phone up in his fist and destroy it. He just finished reading an email from Jake, and his heart was racing. Rooster,You know anything about this Josh guy hanging out with your girl? He's looking awfully cozy with her at the bar at the moment, buying her drinks and shit. Just wanted to make you aware if you weren't already.Hangman But Bradley knew if he destroyed his phone, he would have no way of emailing Jake back. "Less than three weeks," he muttered, shaking his head and pounding out a message back to Jake. Bradley trusted you, he really did. But this guy set his teeth on edge, and he'd barely seen him for more than a second over Facetime. But he just knew. Bradley knew he was interested in you. And you weren't listening to him. Bradley was sure you just thought he was acting like a jealous dick. But he knew how you were. You were perfect and so beautiful. You were fun, and maybe a little too flirty. You made people feel at ease. You were so sweet and outgoing, and everyone automatically liked you. Bradley had fallen for you so fast, and he knew he wouldn't be the only one who found you so charming.  So Bradley started hitting the gym even harder, and he focused all of his concentration on missions and mission prep, trying to keep his mind occupied. He and Nat would be flying a pretty dangerous course in a few days, so he made sure he was getting enough sleep. But you were always right there at the front of his mind. -------------------------------------------- You only had two weeks left until Bradley came home, and you were positively aching for him. You bought yourself a new vibrator, but it was kind of loud and made Tramp bark when you used it. "So much for that," you mumbled, cleaning it and putting it away.  You'd purposely packed your weekend full of activities. Pedicures with Maria, yoga, Costco with Cam, walking on the beach with Tramp. But it was still so hard. You were starting to get an idea of which of the engineers would be the best option to keep in San Diego long term, and you knew the other two would be so disappointed.  Now almost every time you went to the Hard Deck, Josh met you there. Sometimes Chelsea came, and other times not. You found yourself having to divide your time between Josh, the aviators, and Cam and Maria. It felt good to have so many friend options, and you realized it was helping to take your mind off of your absent boyfriend.  And now you were at the Hard Deck again, playing pool with Fanboy, Bob, and Coyote. The guys were always so accommodating, given that you were terrible. They took turns having you as a partner so they all lost equally. Tonight it was poor Coyote's turn.  "Hey, Angel?" Hangman asked you. "That guy Josh? He's been staring at your ass the entire time you've been playing. What's the deal here?" "Nothing," you told him, rolling your eyes as you actually managed to sink a ball. "He's married, and I have Rooster." Hangman grunted as he sipped his beer. "I don't think he ought to be looking at you and buying you drinks if he's married. And I don't think you'd be doing this if Rooster was here." You felt your cheeks flush as you turned to face him. "If Bradley were here? Yeah, things would be different. I wouldn't be lonely, and frustrated and sad! But you know what Jake? He's not here. And I don't want to spend eight weeks bored and alone! And Josh isn't constantly buying me beers, we alternate paying the tab." "You don't have to get defensive with me, Angel. It's just that I can appreciate this from Rooster's perspective, is all." "Yeah, that guy's into you," Fanboy added seriously. Coyote agreed. "He definitely is." "He's. Married." You enunciated the words clearly for the boys. "Nothing's going on." "Fine," Hangman said, ending the conversation. -------------------------------------- Bradley's heart sank when he saw that Hangman had replied to his last email a week later. He'd begged Jake to make sure you were okay, make sure that guy kept his hands to himself.  Rooster,I tried talking to her, but she got defensive. She said nothing's going on, and I believe her. But if you saw how he's looking at her, you'd go through the roof, man. I'm doing my best to be charming so she'll want to play darts with me. Hangman It was a sad day when Bradley trusted Hangman around you as much as he would trust being there himself. But Jake was harmless enough now, and he knew Bradley wanted to be with you forever.  Thankfully he was scheduled to call you in just a few hours when it was Sunday night your time. Hopefully you'd set his mind at ease. "Bradley!" you said brightly when he answered. It was noisy, and he immediately knew you were at the Hard Deck.  "Baby Girl, I miss you," he said, and he already felt better after hearing your voice. "I'm putting you on speaker. Say hi, guys!" Bradley chuckled as he was greeted by Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, Bob and Hangman. "I'm going to take this outside so I can hear you better," you told Bradley. But before you could do that he asked, "Actually, you mind if I speak to Jake for a second?" "Uh, sure, Roo," you replied, sounding bewildered. Honestly Bradley didn't want time with Jake eating into his time with you, but he was itching for more information. "Hey, it's off speaker," he heard Jake drawl. "Is he there now?" Bradley asked immediately. "Yup. And it's more of the same." Fuck. Bradley rubbed his eyes. "I realize I sound like a jealous prick right now. But can you put my mind at ease at all, man?" "Mmmm, not really," Jake replied, and he must have been walking away from you. "Your girl doesn't seem to understand how different this guy treats her when he's here with his wife versus when he's here alone. She's too sweet to everyone, man." "Has Mav been around?" Bradley asked. "Nah, he and Penny went on a sailing trip." "Shit. Thanks, Jake. You can put her back on." Bradley listened to you fill him in on your work, and he was beyond delighted when you told him you were leaning toward asking to keep Sonya on. "She's just really proficient in all of the areas where I'm weaker. She has been able to solve so many issues I've run into. Did I mention she's from Maryland?" "No, you didn't. But that's awesome, Baby Girl. And how's Tramp?" He heard you giggle and his smile widened. "He's such a little rascal! He got off his leash in the front yard yesterday and started eating a cactus! He freaked out, of course, and I had to pull one of those little spikes out of his nose. But he's fine. We just miss you." "I miss you so much. Two more weeks until you're picking me up," Bradley said, his mind drifting to all of the reunion sex you'd be having. He'd been trying to come up with a way to get to Virginia before he got home, but it just didn't seem feasible.  "I'll bring the Bronco when I pick you up. She misses you too. Not as much as me though." "Oh, the things I plan to do to you, Sweetheart. They are indecent." "Tell me more, Rooster..." "Fuck! My time's up!" He heard you sigh. "I love you, Bradley. See you in two weeks." ------------------------------------------- When you hung up your call, you turned back toward the door of the Hard Deck, and you saw Josh coming outside. "Hey, just wanted to see where you'd gone." You wiped away the tear you'd managed to contain until you were off the phone. "Oh, I was just talking to Bradley."  Josh looked at your cheek. "Did he make you cry?" You laughed. "Yeah, only because I miss him so much."  "You miss him? Or you miss being with someone?" Josh asked you seriously.  You laughed involuntarily. "I miss him." Josh smirked at you. "He never tried to get you to have....an agreement? For while he's away?" Your brow scrunched up. "You mean sleeping with other people?" "Yeah," he said with a grin.  You laughed again. "No way. Never. He would never go for that! He'd have a fit if I even tried to bring it up!" You started to head back inside, and then you remembered all of the things Bradley had told you in the emails he'd sent. "Hey, why doesn't Chelsea come with you more often when you go out?" Josh just shrugged. "She prefers a quiet night at home." "And you don't prefer a quiet night at home with her?" you asked, stepping back inside the noisy bar. You certainly preferred a quiet night at home with Bradley more often than not. "Sometimes I do," he replied, and when you turned back toward him, he'd definitely been looking at your butt. He just shrugged again, but you excused yourself to the pool table.  ------------------------------------------------ Your work project was going great. Bradley would be home in less than a week. And tonight was Maria's birthday. You were getting a little bit dressed up for a night at the Hard Deck, but your friend only turned thirty once. You got her an expensive bottle of champagne as a gift, and you couldn't wait to buy her some tequila shots.  "Bye, Tramp. Be good!" The Hard Deck was pretty crowded for a Tuesday night, but you made a beeline directly for Maria and Cam, throwing your arms around both of them.  "Happy birthday, babe!" you told her, and smiled as she kissed your cheek. "Thanks! Gonna get stupid drunk tonight!" You laughed. "We have work tomorrow!" "No, I called out already!" she told you, and you toyed with the idea of calling out sick tomorrow as well.  You ordered so many shots for your friends, Jimmy could barely keep up.  You danced with Maria, chugged a beer with Cam and tried your best to play a round of pool. You even saw Josh who was laughing at you a bit about how much you'd had to drink. The night was fun, but it would have been perfect if Bradley were there too. It was so late and way too hot inside when you ducked out to the deck for some fresh air. You leaned back against the deck railing, trying to cool down, but it was a warm, late-May night. You felt dizzy and fuzzy from Maria's birthday drinks. You closed your eyes and thought about Bradley and his body, and all the things he would be doing to you on Saturday night. You almost let out a moan when you started thinking about his thick neck and his big hands.  Thankfully you didn't, though, because just then Josh joined you out on the deck. "It's so hot inside. I just needed to cool down," you told him with a smile. "Plus, I think I've had way too much tequila, and I'm going to need to call a Lyft later." You toyed with your necklace charms, thoughts of your boyfriend still swirling through your mind.  Then you froze as he stepped into your personal space. You couldn't figure out what to do fast enough, but you stood up to your full height, deciding you'd better get back inside to the aviators and Maria. But Josh reached for your hips before you could move. His hands were big and warm like Bradley's, and if you closed your eyes, you were sure it would feel so good to be touched after so many weeks. But he was wrong. He was all wrong, because he wasn't Bradley. "What are you doing?" you asked, grabbing at his hands, but it was too late. His lips were crushing against yours in a wet, sloppy kiss. Josh's lips felt wrong too. His tongue was invasive, and you felt tears stinging in your eyes as you realized that you were kissing someone who wasn't your boyfriend. He had you pinned against the railing, and your brain was filled with Bradley and how upset he was going to be. But you couldn't figure out how to make your body move.  "I've been dying to do that for weeks. Haven't you? Couldn't wait to get you alone," Josh whispered when he broke away, and when you opened your mouth to tell him to stop, he swiped his tongue inside again.  "No!" you managed to say, but you could already feel his hands sliding down your dress and starting to lift it up. "Stop it!" You pushed firmly on his chest, but he barely moved. He was almost as big as Bradley was.  Fuck! Bradley! Oh my God, he was going to kill you. He was going to be so upset. In your moment of hesitation, Josh ran his lips along your neck and pushed his body against yours while he worked your dress up higher. You quickly raised your knee up to his crotch in a sharp motion, and tried to dodge around him as he yelped in pain.  But he grabbed you by the arm and said, "You've been leading me on the whole time I've been here!" You stared at him, flabbergasted. "What? No, I haven't!" "Yeah, you have! You tried to keep your boyfriend a secret for as long as you could. And tonight you wore that tiny dress!" "It's my friend's birthday party, and I didn't even know you'd be here! Please let go of my arm," you said, voice trembling. "I want to go back inside."  And then you felt someone take you by your free hand. You looked up and saw that it was Jake. When Josh released your arm, you scrambled to Jake's side and held onto him.  "Come on man, she told you no. I heard her," Jake said in a very calm voice. Josh looked abashed, but still managed to say, "She's been telling me yes with her eyes for weeks. She works late with me all the time, man. Don't you, Y/N?"" You felt Jake wrap his arm around you. "She told you no with her words right now. And maybe you don't understand what it means yet, but this is Rooster's girl. It doesn't matter how sweet she is to you, or how funny or pretty you think she is, you keep your hands off. Now get the fuck out of here." You buried your face against Jake's chest rather than watch Josh stalk back to his car.  "You okay, Angel?" Jake asked you, tipping your head up so you were looking at him. "No," you croaked. "Bradley's gonna kill me." And then the tears started flowing, and you felt like you were going to throw up.  Jake sighed. "I'm going to take you home, okay?" Then you cried harder. Why did you drink so much tonight? You just wanted to have fun for Maria's birthday, but now you could barely think straight. "I don't want to go home alone." "Then let's go get your friend Maria, okay?" "No! It's her birthday! I don't want to ruin her birthday!" Jake sighed again and said, "Let's go inside and get Bob then." "I don't want to go inside. Bradley is going to be so mad at me, Jake. I don't want to go back in there." You knew you were rambling, but to your relief, Jake flagged down someone who was on their way out, and sent them back inside to get Bob. Next thing you knew, Bob was walking out onto the deck, concern written on his face. "What's wrong?" he asked, and you had to listen to Jake recount what had happened to you. Except Jake wasn't blaming you for it. You wanted to open your mouth and tell them that it was all your fault, but your stomach was churning so much, you couldn't talk. "She's had a bit to drink, and that fucker was touching her and kissing her while she was telling him to stop. I need to take her home. And I need you to come with me." "Of course," Bob said gently, and both men guided you toward Jake's car and got you buckled in the passenger seat.  "You okay?" Bob asked as he was about to climb into the back seat.  You were crying so much, you could barely see. "I don't know. I have a pain in my stomach, and it's so hard to breathe." You could feel yourself gasping for air. "Go nice and slow, like this," Bob said, taking several deep breaths so you could imitate him.  You managed to keep your stomach calm until Jake pulled up in front of your house, but you immediately threw up when you stepped out of the car. Jake took you gently by one arm and Bob by the other. When you got to the porch, Bob fished around in your clutch to find your house key and then unlocked the door. Tramp came bounding outside, but Bob caught him.  "Bradley is going to be so mad at me," you were saying, over and over. It was all you could think about.  "Calm down, Angel," Jake said as he guided you toward the couch and got you a glass of water. Bob took Tramp out for a little walk to wear him out, and you drank the water with shaky hands.  "He'll never trust me again, Jake."  Jake just sighed and pulled out his phone and started typing. "He's better than all that, Angel." You just looked up at him miserably.  -------------------------------------------- Bradley turned his phone on when he got back to his bunk after the gym on Wednesday night. He collapsed into his bed and let his mind drift to you. He was almost done with this deployment, and he couldn't wait to get back home to you and Tramp. He was going to spend the weekend glued to your side after you picked him up. And he couldn't wait to go for a walk on the beach with you and Tramp and toss a tennis ball for him.  Just then, his phone buzzed. It must have connected to the horrible wi-fi onboard. He opened an email from Jake, and all of the fuzzy thoughts in his mind turned to stone. Rooster,Something happened with your girl tonight. She's fine, I promise. But Bob and I are going to stay over at your house with her anyway. Just do me a favor, and hear her out before you do anything else.Hangman "What the fuck?" Bradley muttered, and he was immediately on his feet and heading for Phoenix's bunk. 

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ANGST. A BIG thank you to Alex for helping me with this part! @bradshawsbitch​ thanks so much!

Part 10 is here

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[blueroan-equestrian]

My Moon and Stars

Reworking an old story I already wrote a while back…. Probably two similar stories really so another rework… this is for me not you but thank you for joining the ride… cringe af smut and I don’t care

I know I’m going to a dark place when I die so ya know leave me in my depravity…warning pregnancy and sex while pregnant are in here Remus is a bit of a Dom especially with Sirius.

I have always been betrothed to the eldest Black but when he was disowned I thought I was free. And could slip away. How wrong was I. I was working for the ministry of magic as an Auror and I was 22. But some how the law was messed up and because we were betrothed we had to get married. I found myself standing in front of the court, hand bound to Sirius Black. His hand was loosely clasped around my own hand, sometimes fidgeting as we had to listen to the court talk about why the old rule was still being enforced on us and why it was important we understood what was happening blah blah blah. I leaned over halfway joking, “Do you think if we just started making out they would shut up?”

His eye brows shot up amused, “I don’t know, but it’s worth a shot.” He leaned forward and at first very gently pressed his lips against my own before he began to move quicker and fiercer. I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped me. He hooked his free hand behind my head only to pull away when the old man cleared his throat. Smuggly Sirius responded, “Sorry, I can’t help myself… I just can’t wait to snog this beautiful creature and later fuck her senseless.”

That didn’t go over well, “Mr. Black, have some decorum.”

“It’s not like he’s fucking me in front of everyone so I would say that he did have some decorum. Can you please hurry this snooze fest up.”

They bind us and we walk out of the court room. “Now what?” I squeaked.

Sirius shrugged, “I don’t know. We can go our separate ways just never being able to offer anyone marriage or you can move into my town house if you want and we can give it a go… I don’t know what will happen either way but I’m open to either one. I’m not going to say that we could or couldn’t work but I’m just gonna say that I will leave the decision up to you.”

“Have you not been seeing anyone?”

“I have, but I promise that seeing our position, he’ll understand.”

“He?… if you… I don’t want to impose…”

“I’m bi relax. I’ve dated women before and I like them very much but I grew up with this guy… he’s also seeing this guy off and on… we are off and on too… have you been dating?”

“I… nothing really serious… only back in seventh year. I have been too caught up in work to even think about dating.”

“Do you want to?” He asked as he gestured for us to head to a pastry cart.

“Date you mean? I don’t know I don’t have much time and now I technically have a husband… who’s going to want to date a woman already married, arranged or not?” I mumbled.

He grabbed us each a Cinnabon, “You are gorgeous. I can help if that is what you want.”

“No… no … thank you though… what if I agree to giving us a try?” I whispered sitting down on a bench.

“Then we get you packed up and moved into my house. You can share a bed with me or you can have your own in your own room, it’s your decision.”

“I… I think we should start in separate rooms… make sure we work…”

He wrapped an am around me as he took a healthy bite of his Cinnabon, “Alright, that’s fine let’s get you moved. But first eat, please it’ll make you feel better.”

…

He moved me in and he was looking through my things, “are you an artist?”

I shrugged, “I like to play with different mediums in my free time… helps me relax. Do you have anything you do to unwind after work?”

He was looking at my ivy charcoal when he answered, “I don’t work… I participated in the order of the Phoenix, but you know the war has been won. Now I travel… I like to go to pubs… I do sometimes work at Zonkos when the store gets busy. I love that place. I see friends…. And throw house parties… so yeah… um of course you are here now so I will make some adjustments but I really hope that we can find a good balance.”

I nodded, “can we keep the parties to holidays and weekends? Or remember to put up some good silencing charms? I don’t do well if I don’t get enough sleep.”

He stood in front of me and fixed my hair, “yeah, of course. We can keep them on the weekends. The neighbors won’t complain as much about the noise. Would you like me to show you around? Not just the house but the town?”

I nodded in agreement, “that would be nice. Thank you.”

First he goes over the house before taking me to the best places to eat and shopping within walking distance from his house. “Oh shoot! I forgot!” He jumped as he checked the time.

“What?”

“I invited Remus, the guy I was telling you about, over for dinner… I don’t have any groceries and I didn’t realize that today I would have a wife! I am so sorry.”

“When is he coming over?”

“Half an hour.”

“Okay you go home and meet him there. Tell him that I have gone to the store and will be back when I come back, I will make us all dinner.”

This seemed to ground him, “Yeah? That would be awesome, thank you darling. Here’s some money, the store is right there. Thank you, for your understanding… I think we might have an actual chance.”

…

I get back and am immediately greeted by an even taller and lankier man than Sirius. “Here let me take those bags for you. I’m Remus, by the way. It’s lovely to meet you, (y/n) right?”

“Yes, it’s lovely to meet you too. Um thank you.” He carried the bags for me to the kitchen and began to unpack.

“Can I help with anything?” The man was already incredibly attractive kept becoming more attractive.

“Oh, I don’t know how to explain what I will be making so please go relax with Sirius wherever he is.”

Remus kissed the top of my head as if it was something he always had done. “He’s in your room picking you out a lovely little outfit. Perhaps he’s done and I can give him my say.”

… the boys shooed me to go get ready as they set the table. They picked out a pretty black silk dress with a pair of black ballet flats. I fixed my hair really quickly and threw on some black eyeliner. I come down to the dining room made up really nice. There were floating glowing candles and good china out. Everything was plated so nicely and the boys looked nice. Sirius was too enamored by Remus. Remus however focused on me and the way his eyes drank me was intoxicating.

“You look ravishing love. Don’t you think that your new wife looks ravishing, Sirius.” Remus cooed.

Sirius turns his attention towards me “oh yes. You look stunning, sweetheart.”

Remus ushered me to the head of the table so that each man could sit down on either side of me. “Dinner is lovely darling, thank you.”

I smiled, “You’re welcome….so Remus… what do you do for a living?”

“I do odd jobs here and there… I’m sick a lot so it’s hard to hold down a regular job… how about yourself?”

I nodded, “I’d imagine it would be. I am an auror. Sirius says the two of you have been together…”

“We are but now we’re here and we have things to discuss… I love Sirius and I know he will grow to love you as he loves me… my question is will you be open to a relationship between the three of us?”

I looked at him surprised, “What about the guy you have been seeing? Sirius has told me that you see a guy off and on.”

He shrugged, “Sirius and I have been off and on as I have been with this guy… I understand that entering into a relationship with you will change some dynamics. Like just because me and Sirius aren’t working at the moment won’t mean that you and I aren’t. So if you are open to it then we should definitely talk about dynamics. But if you aren’t I will bow out and Sirius and I can just be friends. It’s okay, either way. You were put in a very difficult position and I just want to help you make things a little easier. You are the one in control here.”

“What about Sirius?”

Remus looked at Sirius and nodded. Sirius looks at me, “we talked about it while you were making dinner and I agree with Remus. So sweetheart you have the reins.”

“So what you are trying to say is… you want an open relationship between the three of us… and if you take a break between the two of you then Remus will pick back up with that guy and stay open with me?”

Remus shifted, “Well I think for now we will keep it between us. When he are on break I will take you out of the house for dates strictly. Otherwise we’ll have a mix of outings and stay ins.”

…

I was painting in my room, while the boys had their own night when I heard a series of doors slamming and Remus stormed into my room.

He spun me around and pushed me up against the wall. His kiss is burning, “Get dressed up, I’m taking you out.”

“Wait… what just happened with Siri? Is he alright?”

Remus growled, but he took a breath, “He’s fine… you can check before we go. He’s just being his usual self absorbed self.”

I nodded, “Alright…. Meet you down stairs?”

He kissed me quickly, before he trotted off. I decided to first check on Siri. I entered his room to find him curled on his bed, “sweetheart? Are you alright?” I hummed petting his hair as I sat down on the bed beside him.

He leaned into my touch, “I forgot our anniversary…”

I continue to run my fingers through his hair, “Do you want me to talk to him?”

He takes my hand and moves it to his lips to place delicate kisses on my fingertips, “No… he wants to take you out… you should go… it’ll help him relax… see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Baby I will be back tonight.”

“But he will want to have a night cap but won’t want to come back here…”

I sat up “night cap? Like for a drink?”

He shakes his head, “no… he will want sex…”

I rolled my eyes, “not tonight, tonight I will be coming home to snuggle with my husband. Tomorrow is my day off and I can help mend the fences. Now if you’re sure, I need to go get ready.”

…

Remus walked me to a nice restaurant and I could tell he was bothered, “Remus… he’s really sorry… I know you are upset but…”

“No! I mean no, thank you… but I just want a nice night out with my girlfriend… I will deal with him later right now it’s me and you.”

“You know I’m bad at anniversaries too…” I whispered.

“You didn’t promise to remember every day until now like he did. I even reminded him this morning.”

The waiter came and took our order, “Well maybe you can ask me instead to put it in my planner.”

Remus threw an arm out, “That! Why can’t he do that?”

I shrugged, “I put stuff down for work so I am always checking… Sirius doesn’t work… so he doesn’t have a reason to check a planner. But I will give you my planner when we get home and you can put in all the needed dates nice thing is as long as it’s written in shiny pink pen it’s the only thing that stays when it’s magically refreshed.”

“Alright… but I don’t know if I can see him for a while… I know he’s always been like this but it still hurts…”

I nodded, “I understand. Let’s just have a good time together and then we’ll deal with everything else later.”

Remus agreed and we talked about my work and his various adventures with his other friends. He ordered us a cheese cake to share. He was more cheery and more focused on me, leaning in to kiss at my neck and whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

When he walked me home I pulled him down for a kiss, “Good night Remus.”

He looks at me with something I couldn’t quite identify, “can’t I stay?”

“I promised Siri that I would come snuggle with him before we all sit down for a chat tomorrow…” I whispered softly.

Remus stepped into my bubble, leaning down so he was only a breath away, “can I join then? We can work it out together now…”

I swallowed but nodded shyly. I lead Remus up to my husband’s bedroom to find his sleeping form. I crawled onto his bed and nudged him awake, “sweetheart, Remus is here.”

Sirius turns revealing his puffy eyes, “He is? How did you?”

“We talked about it and he’s agreed to discuss how to fix this…” I leaned over to kiss him.

“How?”

“By putting our important dates in your wife’s calendar and your going to be very grateful for her support in keeping up with our anniversaries. Also I want you to try a little harder yourself.”

Sirius nodded fervently, “of course! Of course! Now what?”

I shrugged “snuggle time?”

Both boys laughed but agreed each snuggling in on either side of me.

… I awoke in my husband’s arms. They were wrapped around me quite tightly and I could feel a loose arm thrown across both of us from my other side. I kissed at Sirius’ face as I hummed, “Sweetheart… love I need to get up… come on sweet boy.” He eventually rolled over and I got up to do my morning routine before going downstairs to make breakfast for myself and the boys. I placed our food and drink on to a large tray. Remus sat up as entered the room, “mmm that smells good… what did you make?”

“Strawberry pancakes with bacon and orange juice. Hope you like it. Could you please wake up Siri?” I asked as I scooted into bed.

Sirius started to complain about it being too early but upon noticing the food decided otherwise.

“Breakfast is delicious, love. Thank you.” Remus hummed. “I don’t know how to thank you” Sirius gave him a look and removed the tray. “Well… maybe. Come here baby.”

I do and he places me between his legs facing Sirius. Sirius pulls off my shorts as Remus kisses at my neck and runs a hand down my body into my panties. I gasped as his fingers began to stroke me. Siri removed my panties and plunged his tongue straight into my core. I let out strings of moans and whines as the two played with my cunt. Sirius and I have had sex a few times but nothing like this. This will be my first time with Remus. This was all consuming with so little touch. “You feeling good sweet girl?” Remus hummed using his free hand to take a palm full of my breast from under my shirt. I simply whined but he stopped “now sweets, I need you to use your words. I need to know that you’re enjoying yourself or will need to stop.”

“I-I’m feeling good… so good.” I moaned as Siri sucked me into his mouth.

“Good girl, tell me… how do want to take us? One in the mouth and one from the other end? Or perhaps one in the ass and one in the pussy? Or perhaps you would like more of a more sentimental one on one Sirius fucking you while I watch? Come on (y/n) tell us what you want.” Remus practically purred.

I leaned into Remus as I began to ride Sirius face I reached my peak and screamed out, “I want you both!!!”

After allowing me to collect myself, Remus kissed at my face, “how darling?”

“One in front and one in back…” I groaned.

“Who do you want where?” Remus asked as Siri came up to suck on my breast with my shirt pushed up.

I couldn’t get my head together, “You choose… I don’t care… it’s whatever you want…whatever will make you feel good too.”

Remus kissed me before removing the rest of my clothing and then his own and Sirius’ clothes.

We all sat bare and Sirius sat back, “Her pretty little pussy is like silk… and her ass… it’s tight and she can take you like a champ. You can pick whatever you want Moony. (Y/n), you are doing so well.”

I turned pink at Sirius’ compliments. Remus turned suddenly serious considering his options he clearly thought he wasn’t going to be handed. “I don’t know… I didn’t bring any condoms… I only thought Sirius and I would be hooking up last night until our fight.”

I tried to be reassuring as my brain fog had cleared, “It’s whatever you want baby. Siri and I haven’t tried to stop a pregnancy ourselves but if you don’t want to risk a pregnancy, I have a spell that will keep me from conceiving after you finish inside me…. So no worries… but if I am being honest… you are so smart and handsome that I wouldn’t mind bearing your child…”

His cock already beginning to strain, twitched at my words, “If it’s alright I would like to take you by the ass if that’s alright?”

“If you want anal then you can have it baby, we just want you to feel good. You were so comfortable just a second ago… what’s going on?”

He looked over to Sirius who gave him a knowing look, “It’s okay moons, she won’t care.”

Remus nodded and readjusted in his seat, “we should have had this conversation before…. Now here we are in the worst possible time for this… I… I am a werewolf…”

I nodded, “Is that why you don’t want to risk getting me pregnant?”

His brows knit together, “You don’t care about me being a werewolf?”

I shook my head “of course not love… now how do you want it?”

“Still anal… no puppies for me yet, but I would love any the two of you create. Now come here and let me prep your ass. Hands on Siri’s shoulders.” I was up on my knees leaning forward with my hands on Sirius’ shoulders. I felt Remus place two fingers at my puckered hole. “Ready?”

I give a quick yes and he pushes them in and gives them a few pumps before beginning to scissor them out. When he pulled them out he held on to my hips before gingerly pushing into my ass. His hands then helped me widen my stance. Sirius lined up with me and kissed me as he slowly pushed into me. Both men groaned and let their heads lull onto each of my shoulders. I felt so full. My breath was heavy as I adjusted to the new sensation. My hands took hold of each boy’s hair. “I can feel you in me and it’s so filling. I feel so full.”

Remmy peppered kisses over my neck, “You feel good baby… You feel good enough for us to move?”

I give a breathy yes and like that the boys hips began to snap in and out of me.

“Sweet girl could you please do that thing that I like?” Sirius moaned as he leaned down to suck on one of my breast and Remus played with the other. I allowed one of my hands to tangle in his hair and the other reached down to take two fingers to go on either side of his cock and stroked it as it pumped in and out of me. Sirius began to pant and moaned loudly.

I could hear the smirk from Remus as he took ahold of Siri’s throat detaching him from my breast to look at Remus. “Don’t you dare cum before her. Do you understand?…” Sirius simply whined but that seemed to irritate Remus. “Answer me, Sirius! You are being rude to our princess. Do I ever cum before you when I am inside you? Such a little cum slut.”

I leaned my head back, “Remmy, it’s okay… I just want you two to feel good.”

Remus snapped his hips firmly accentuating his point, “You are making us feel good princess. Now let us make you cum.”

I moaned and began to have the most intense orgasms of my life as both my hands moved to grip onto Sirius’ back. Sirius fell into his own peak as he sent his seed into me. Siri pulled out of me before collapsing back. Remus growled pushing me to lay over Sirius’ stomach with my ass up. His fingers dug into my hips as he chased his high, over stimulating me. I was practically screaming by the time he released inside me.

He pulled out and rolled to my side. Sirius tapped my shoulder, “let me up love, I’m going to get something to clean us up.” I shifted enough to allow him to wriggle out.

Remus pulled me up and into his arms, running his fingers through my hair, “How are you feeling?”

Before I could answer, Sirius had returned and began to clean me up with a damp cloth causing me to let out a little hiss.

Remus chuckled before leaning in for a kiss, “soar, I take it? I’m sorry… why don’t you and Padfoot take a nap. I need to shower and then stop by Prongs…”

“Prongs?” I questioned.

“James…. Our friend from school. I told him I would help him with his son so that he and his wife, Lily could go run some errands… they aren’t in any rush so if you need anything I can take care of that first.”

“You guys have funny nicknames…” I mumbled before falling asleep.

…

“Siri, love?” I called from my little art studio. I now always sleep with Sirius so we turned my room into a full art studio.

He came and wrapped himself around me looking at the painting I was working on, “That looks amazing, baby. What’s up?”

“I was looking at my calendar and noticed that Remus put down that tomorrow will be our anniversary. If you haven’t already gotten him something then you might want to. Your gift is a surprise but this here will be for him.” I gestured to the painting in front of me.

“Shit! I forgot what should I get him? What should I get you?”

“Don’t worry about me, my Star maybe get him a dad mug.” I said hoping that he wouldn’t pick up what I was saying, “That would be funny and put a nice watch in it.”

….

We went out for dinner and when we returned we exchanged gifts. Sirius had gotten me a real wedding ring and Remus had given me a bracelet his mom used to wear and Sirius his favorite bands new cd. I got Remus a good suit he could wear to interviews and nice events as well as the painting. When Remus was going to open Sirius present, I had Sirius open mine.

Remus figured it out straight away. “No! You’re pregnant?!”

Sirius looks confused, holding the pregnancy stick in one hand and the watch I got him in the other, “pregnant? What? How do you know?”

Remus held up his mug, “#1 dad and a positive pregnancy stick dummy. I can’t believe she got you to buy this mug without realizing what she was saying… thank you… this is the best anniversary gift I have ever received!”

…

I laid in bed with my tummy swollen and in nothing but a pair of panties. It was burning hot but I felt nauseous from the heat. Siri had been tending to me while Remus was at work. I was on leave for the duration of my pregnancy as my line of work would be too risky for the baby.

Siri came trotting in with some box that he began to shove into the window. “Siri? My Star, what are you doing?”

Sirius fidgeted with the box as he explained, “This is an air conditioning unit! It’s a muggle invention that will cool the room down. It’ll just take a moment.”

…

“Remus… Remus come here! Please baby… please I need you!” I cried.

Remus stood in front of me stroking my hair, “Sweet girl you are very VERY pregnant I am not sure if…”

“Come on Remmy! The doctor said it’s perfectly normal to have sex when pregnant. It’s safe as long as you aren’t too rough… so you should be gentle with me! But come on and touch me, I’m pregnant not a lepar!” I groaned.

Remus chuckled, “Have you asked Sirius?”

“He was gone before I got up but he did give it to me good last night.” I hummed grabbing onto him needily.

Remus held onto my hips looking amused, “I suppose you are right… but you haven’t wanted sex recently…. It was too hot though…I suppose I wouldn’t want sex if it is burning hot and uncomfortable because I was pregnant … okay but if I get too rough you have to let me know, okay?”

I beamed looking at how cute he was working out my needs and feelings, “Yes!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the master bedroom.

Remus walked me back onto the bed, “You look ravishing my Sweet girl. Strip down for me won’t you?” Remus practically purred as he began to unbutton his shirt. I groaned running my fingers down his hard stomach, and he purred “You are gorgeous, you know that? I just think you are beautiful… now turn around and face into the bed. I leaned over the bed so that my breast and face rested on the duvet and my ass remained in the air.

Remus palmed the flesh of my ass as he rubbed the head of his cock between my plush labia. “Do we want foreplay or do you want me to just fuck you?”

“Oh my Moon Fuck me… just fuck me.” And what felt like the first time in forever he pushed into me. I groaned, “Remus!”

“So needy, I have barely even touched you. Your so beautiful bent over so pretty for me.” He began a soft pace and gradually paced himself at a steady speed. It was sensual and delicious. I was a moaning mess cumming hard. But he pulled out before he finished, I looked back confused, “My moon… are you alright? You didn’t finish.”

He chuckled dryly, “I am fine my love but I don’t want to overstimulate you right now… I’m fine baby girl. Do you want to take a bath?”

I got on my knees and looked up at him through my lashes, “Then fuck my mouth or my tits your choice my moon. I want to make you feel good too.”

He groaned, “You want me to fuck your tits? That’s hot.”

I beamed up at him leaning up and forward as I pressed my breast together. He ran a hand through my hair and gave me a kiss before he slipped his cock between my breast. He caressed my face one last time before he tangled one hand in my hair to pull my head back to watch him as he chased his high. While his other hand rested on my shoulder. He pumped his hips faster and harder. He was panting with his eyes screwed shut. His moans were like music as he came all over my chest. I smiled up at him, “How are you feeling pretty boy?”

He took a moment to regain his senses before helping me to my feet, “I’m good, so good… let me get that cleaned and get a bath started for you.”

I sit on the toilet as he takes a wet cloth to clean off my chest and started filling the tub. “Would you like a bath bomb or bubbles?” He asked.

“Bath bomb…. Lavender please.” I hummed happily. He helped me into the tub before he got in behind me, pulling me flush against his chest. His arms were wrapped around me and rested his hands on my belly drawing patterns on my skin. “When you go into labor… do you have a plan… we haven’t talked about it and Sirius hasn’t said anything.”

I looked back at him, “We will all go to St Mangoes and you two will be in the delivery room with me. The rest will be whatever it will be.”

“Have you packed a bag?”

“For?”

He chuckled shaking his head, “For the hospital… I will help you put together a go bag. You will need some comfort items like your favorite pjs, slippers, a book or two and toiletries. We will need some onesies and diapers for the baby. Maybe some snacks for after the birth and maybe a list of people you want to notify about the birth of the baby…”

“You are the people I want to know… no one else matters to me just you and Sirius. You are welcome to tell whoever you want though. Oooo knock it off pup.” I groaned as the baby began to stretch out inside of my belly.

“Is that the baby? It’s getting big… It’s almost here isn’t it?” Remus gasped excitedly as he readjusted his hands around my tummy. “Hey there pup, look at you! Hey!” He giggled.

Remus was very excited for the arrival of the baby he was turning the magically added room into a beautiful nursery with the boys. As they worked on the room, Lily one of the boys wife, would bring Harry their four or five year old. He was quite the character and Sirius was his godfather. Lily would give me tips and tricks that she wished someone would have told her.

…

I screamed as another contraction hit me with the two boys held my legs for the nurse to check me. “What do you mean I’m not dilated enough? Uuuuu!” I groaned.

The boys let my legs down, and I curled them in myself. Sirius rubbed my back while Remus read from the book I picked out for him to read to me. He read through my stifled screams, trying his best to distract me from my pain. When I felt like it was coming they got the nurse to check me as they held a leg and a hand each. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do and I was absolutely drained. Everything went black before I could hear them say anything about the baby, all I could hear was panicked voices.

I woke up feeling someone stroking my hair and humming from the corner of the room with some fussing. I opened my eyes and Remus is by my side and Sirius sat in the lounge chair with the baby in his arms. Remus was the first to notice of course and called for the nurse. “Sweetheart you gave us quite the start! But everyone is okay, the baby is healthy and they said you just passed from exhaustion.”

The nurses checked me over before suggesting I try to feed the baby. As she helped me latch the baby she said, “Congratulations on the baby girl. She’s beautiful.”

Sirius sat on the bed next to me running a hand over the baby’s black hair, “how are you feeling my love?”

“Exhausted, how are you two?” I asked turning my head to kiss Remus’ hand that rested on his shoulder.

“Sweet girl we’re great, you just gave us the best gift of our lives. You did great love.” Remus kissed my head.

“What do you want to name her?” Sirius asked.

“Well…how about Nova Hope Black?”

“Hope is my mother’s name.” Remus gasped.

“I know, I thought you might appreciate her having a little piece of you.”

#sirius black x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black imagine #Sirius black x reader x Remus Lupin #sirius orion black #sirius x reader #sirius smut #sirius black smut #remus smut #remus lupin #remus lupin x oc #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus john lupin #Remus Lupin smut

[saintsenara]

Hey, I've been enjoying going through your takes on various hp ships, and I haven't seen this one. Did I miss it? What do you think of Ginny/Luna??

thank you very much for the ask, anons!

i've hinted at my views on linny in various places, but they don't yet have a dedicated post. so let's rectify that...

while i have a lot of time for the idea of both ginny and luna as queer, i'm sorry to say that linny is a victim of my general view when it comes to luna-centric pairings: that fics in which it's presented as something which works depend on the presence of fanon!luna, who is a beautiful clairvoyant ray-of-sunshine, rather than canon!luna, who is a stubborn conspiracist with the vibes of a golden retriever which can speak.

i don't doubt that ginny is incredibly fond of luna - nor that luna's positive characteristics [like her resilience, loyalty, kindness, and courage] must have been an enormous comfort to her while they're stuck at hogwarts with snape and the carrows - but her fondness always reads as the same sort of fondness you might have for a friend's precocious toddler. it's nice eye-rolling, but it's eye-rolling nonetheless.

which i think adds a slightly condescending element to their relationship which often gets left out of its portrayals in fanfiction, in both the platonic and the romantic sense. ginny and luna become closer just as ginny approaches her hot girl era [and, may i say, the implication of canon is that they're barely acquaintances prior to order of the phoenix, rather than childhood friends], and ginny's interest in keeping her around is evidently rooted in the fact that she views luna as unthreatening - her making luna take harry to ravenclaw tower in deathly hallows instead of cho always sends me, because she basically says "luna, you're unfuckable" and luna jumps up like "right you are!" - to her during her teenage peak. it's not exactly giving "christ, i think you're gorgeous"...

except, of course, that this doesn't matter in the slightest because this is fanfiction - the entire point is for two characters to be shoved together and made to realise they think the other is beautiful! i am perfectly amenable to the idea that linny can be written in which ginny and luna like and respect and are fucking obsessed with each other and which also feels coherent to both of their canon characterisations - and i love that for anyone who's a fan of the ship.

i just don't entirely think i am...

[there's also the... slightly discourse-y point, which is that linny often feels thrown into fics as a secondary ship as a way to enable a harry-centric slash pairing in a way which doesn't require the author to think about unravelling harry and ginny's canonical relationship.]

[i don't think there's anything wrong with this, per se - i break hinny up all the time, authors should be free to do whatever the fuck they want with their stories, not all fics need to do a completely canon-coherent wrangling with the canon couples they're breaking up in order to have their blorbos kiss, and i am increasingly uncomfortable with how some of the discussion i've seen recently pushing back, rightfully, on the misogynistic treatment of female characters in slash subfandoms is starting to sound a lot like "our canon het is pure and good and their non-canon slash is incomprehensible and wrong".]

[but i do nonetheless think it's worth being aware of a fandom tendency to make femslash relationships a throwaway line in order to enable m/m slash ones - and to think about how just smashing two female characters together without exploring how the relationship would align with their canon personalities doesn't necessarily help...]

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #linny #luna lovegood #ginny weasley

[missmeasured]

Growing

Summary: At six months pregnant Lily Potter takes a mission to check in on Severus Snape who has been seen with suspected dark wizards. When her now husband had stripped her old friend in front of their classmates many years ago she had made an observation about her friend’s anatomy that proves to be abundantly false.

(Author's note: This story is about Lily finding out that Severus is a “grower not a shower” as they say. I do not condone the idea that size means anything in relation to penises. All penises are good, valid and equal. I just thought it would be interesting to explore if she had assumptions and opinions and was forced to reckon with them.

Pairings: Lily Potter/ Severus Snape

Rating: Explicit

Contents: Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Cuckolding, Penis Size Discussions

Growing

Lily wasn’t really sure what was going on with her decision making abilities while she was pregnant, but they were a bit screwy. She had been moved to make this bad decision by a series of smaller ones. Her brain knew that she had come here on a very specific mission and yet it was currently overcome. It was unable to provide helpful information other than Oh my god, it’s so big.

“You thought I was small because of that day by the lake, didn’t you?” Severus suddenly asked, voice full of smugness in the question. It was like he knew that her body was reckoning with being so full as he slowly inched the massive thing into her a little more with each small thrust. She should be reckoning with the fact she was betraying her husband. Instead there was only jaw dropping, brain emptying thickness splitting her open.

This whole month of her pregnancy her pussy had felt like a swollen throbbing beacon. Sex was her every thought, every dream. She was never not in the mood. Every caress of her sex was like scratching an itch that was never ending. Now she was dripping with eager excitement in this bad decision she was making. Bent over the back of his sofa, thinking about how full she was, how deeply that itch was being scratched, and not particularly about James.

“Merlin, woman. Listen to you. Does your husband never fuck you?” He asked with satisfaction after she had cried out when he reached his hand around her to pet her clit. With the little promise of pleasure her body had relented and let him press that last inch inside.

Lily did not know what to say to that. James did fuck her, but wasn’t around very much lately. He was always off Order of the Phoenix-ing and telling her she could not join him because of her “condition”. It meant alot of being bored, alot of masturbating angrily when he didn’t come home when he said he would. Then grief and terror when the hours passed and she imagined him dead, then anger again when he showed up with Sirius drunk as a skunk, from too much celebration over a victory.

Knowing what to say to Severus’s jabs at James was a moot point at this juncture as forming sentences was not going to happen. It was just. so. thick. She felt herself clinging to his length each time he withdrew, felt torn open again when he replaced it. She was sure she was a little torn, there was a stinging pain, intertwining with the pleasure. A problem for later. Her hormones had been running wild through her and they demanded this violence. Wanted her own destruction.

Severus was right of course. He usually was, annoying git. She had assumed he was small. That horrible day, the end of their friendship, she had seen- they had all seen… and it had been wrong of James to do it. It had been the cherry on top of the mudblood comment. Not only had Severus hurt her, but what she had seen while James stripped him had moved him into the category of pitiable creature to her. She had been so naive then, they all had. Of course, as an adult woman she knew that some men grew after they became aroused, not before. But Jame’s cock was always at his steadfast just above average length and width. Or so she had been told by James himself, for she had not seen over many penises.

Now, the truth that she had been so wrong was a fact she was being forced to consider with every bloody centimetre. This cock was more of a stretch than the stretch it would take to figure out how she got herself into this situation.

When it had come up that someone close to him should go see if they could find out if he was a death eater now, she had volunteered without even casting a consulting glance at her husband. So many months of doing nothing, checking in on a former friend who has been seen in public with suspected dark wizards was hardly a mission she was too frail to perform. James was as angry as if she had volunteered to take out He-who-must-not-be-named himself with a toothpick and teaspoon as her only weapons. He had yelled. It had been ugly.

Lily had failed to see how it was going to be a problem. She knew that Severus’ father had recently passed and that he had inherited the house and moved back into her parents' neighborhood. That was all the pretense she needed. To go by and see how he was doing. She hadn’t expected him to be so transformed.

When he answered the door, it had not been the string bean with oily hair and old clothes who answered the door. He had very suddenly become a man, it seemed to Lily as he opened the door to his house. He was transformed, new clothing, well kept. She supposed being best friends with a Malfoy had a dress code.

There had been a few tense back and forths between them, but while he intimated he had no interest in seeing her, he did not close the door. Intent on her spying mission she had kept up pressure at forcing a reconciliation, all the while keeping track of his newfound confidence, his cocky kind of air when he showed her the changes he had begun making to the run down house she had seen only a couple of times while they were kids.

She tried to pry into his life, asking about his job and everything she could think of without asking outright. Severus was too clever for this kind of direct approach she realized too late. She felt like the one under observation, his eyes were burning her with their direct stare, like he could see inside her. She hoped he was just surprised to see her. When he tried to get her to leave she let herself give him her full bright smile. Let her eyes twinkle. It was as close as she would dare go to flirting with him. She immediately felt guilt about it, for trying to exploit feelings she knew full well he had before.

She had almost left. She had almost walked right out the door when he started flirting back. The worst thing about it was that when she responded, it didn’t come from the calculated spy’s intentions, but instead it came from something much lower in her body; that pesky ache that would never cease its wanting. Why had she needed attention today? Needed it extra badly that James was giving her the silent treatment.

One small bad decision to flirt after another and as they were saying goodbye he very suddenly pulled her into an unexpected hug. His hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers parting the strands of her hair too intimately. The hold was too close and when he had pulled her away from him and locked eyes with her. She knew full well what the eyes were asking, and she knew that if she did not pull away that he would take her stillness as a yes to his silent question and kiss her.

Her head had been screaming to break away but something deep inside her had a little too much curiosity about a different version of her life. When the distance between their faces slipped away to nothing, his lips ignited a fire inside her hormonal body. Like how sometimes she would just be ravenous to eat everything in their cottage, now she was ravenous for Severus and there was nothing to be done about it. Nothing would stop this very primal urge from having its say.

His hands started grabbing at her like he couldn’t quite believe his luck. No one expects an old friend and flame to show up at their door. Certainly no one expects them to crumple at the slightest attempt at seduction, but here she was acting like the easiest slut that ever lived. As the pretence of leaving was dropped, so was her bag and suddenly this snogging was taking place against the back of the sofa that was on the way to the front door. He had peeled off her denim jacket and she had heard the metal buttons hit the floor nearby.

Severus put her behind up on the back of the sofa so he could part her legs. Lily’s thighs were happy to receive the visiting hands, her sundress provided very easy access to her legs. At her eager mewing he went right to her centre and found that under that growing baby bump she was soaked through her cotton thong already, he moved the damp pittance of fabric out of the way and wasted no time in inserting his middle finger deep inside her.

“I finally have my fingers inside Lily Evans.” He teased into her ear. “Remember that summer when we were fifteen and you were so… horny and angry at everything? You almost let me that day by the pond. Remember?”

“Of course I remember.” She fairly panted as he explored her slick entrance.

“You’re even wetter now than you were as a ready teen.”

“Hormones.”

“Here I thought you were here to poke around and ask questions for that club your husband is part of and now I see why you’re really here. You want to be fucked, and your prig of a husband isn’t doing it for you.”

“That’s not true.” Lily had tried to assert but her voice quavered as her old friend's long fingers had begun rhythmically plunging in and out of her. Then she moaned in a way she had not done during sex in quite some time. The moral wrongness about what she was doing, mixed with her body’s needs made her feel quite unhinged. She forgot about Severus’ unkind assertions and reached to grab his cock through his trousers.

She palmed him and apparently that was all the permission he needed, he took it out and her jaw fell open. He stroked the massive thing and looked at her while she looked at it. “Merlin, Sev… that’s…huge.”

“Be brave little Gryffindor. You can take it.” Was his teasing reply as he had turned her over so she was bent across the sofa back. Then he had started rubbing the head of this tree trunk up and down her soaking wet slit. When he grabbed her thong and pulled it out of the way she shivered with arousal as he stared at her most intimate places.

“I used to lay in bed upstairs in this house as a sixteen year old imagining this… Trying to guess what the head of my cock would look like surrounded by your pretty copper coloured curls. My imaginings were very accurate I think. Such pretty lips…they look quite nice around me. I take it from your moaning that you want me to put this inside you?”

Saying yes felt too guilty. Lily murmured in a tone of agreement instead as if that was less of a betrayal of her husband. Her mouth hung slack as he made his first press, the head of it alone made her feel full. Some minutes later, when he was fully inside of her and finished with his interrogation confirming she had assumed he was small he kind of started laughing.

“Your asshole of a husband showed most of our year my cock that day… serves him right that it’s in his wife now.” Severus smugly asserted while he fucked her. Lily knew she should tell him to stop saying such things but she found his words made her even more aroused.

His hand came around to her clit again.”Let’s make you come on it, shall we?” He asked rhetorically before increasing his pace. Her moans fell out of her mouth with no stopping them. She had never felt so full before, she had never needed to come so bad in her life. “I have to say, knowing I’m cuckolding your husband makes it really hard not to come right… this… second.” He grunted.

His fingers on her clit in combination with his continuous stretching of her pussy was bringing her to the brink. “Look at me in the mirror over the fireplace. I want to see your eyes as you come on my cock, Mrs Potter.”

She hadn’t noticed the mirror before then. Knowing he had been watching her face this whole time, every slack jawed moment of taking his cock had been carefully observed Lily Potter began having an orgasm. It was big and it didn’t stop. She just kept finding new levels of pleasure as his cock ravished her senseless.

In the mirror she saw a completely wanton woman playing dangerously with her life as she knew it, and the sight should have woken her from her reverie but it did not. Her former friend finding his release inside her should have made her snap out of it, but it did not. She relished the depth of the heat he had just released inside her and as soon as he withdrew she felt it start dripping out of her. He held her still with two hands, pressing her against the sofa, looking at the mess he had made before he let her go.

When she was back on her feet and the lust had begun to fade, she pulled her panties back into place but knew the wadded up wet middle of them would do next to nothing to stop his orgasm from spilling down her leg. She would need to spell it away but first she needed to find her bag and get out of here. She grabbed it and she ran with a hasty goodbye. The guilt flooded in as soon as the tide of lust had gone out.

Halfway down the walk his hand was on her wrist, she yanked it back. He looked at her with squinting eyes. She wondered if ripping her wrist away was too much like another rejection of him. “You forgot your jacket.” He informed, handing the bundle to her, but not releasing his side of the garment.

“Thank you.” She said quickly. Out in the open now, James could be watching, waiting for her. He knew where she was.

“If you ever need… anything.” Severus began and trailed off. He seemed to remember something, a wall he had let down. He stopped speaking. She knew what he meant. She knew where to find him. He released the jacket and turned on his heel and back into his house.

Lily muttered the spell that would clean up the bulk of the slipperiness between her thighs before crossing his garden gate. The spell line for defences on his house must be there for as soon as she crossed it, she heard James whisper to her from under his invisibility cloak.

“You had me worried sick you should have been home half an hour ago.”

Lily remained silent as they walked down the block, but James kept up his whispered questioning. Finally when they were actually a safe distance away to speak she said “People do not just come out and tell you when they are a death eater you know. I was talking to him like an old friend as the mission called for. He showed me the improvements he was making to his house. I do not need a babysitter for this.”

“Well. Is he a Death Eater?”

“I didn’t see any evidence of dark magic in his house.”

“That doesn't mean-“

“I KNOW.” She snapped. Suddenly the baby was moving and she had to stop walking and touch the growing bump. One growing thing at a time. Her growing annoyance at her husband would have to wait. It always seemed like the little one got upset when she did. It fussed inside her, kicking her in the bladder.

James must have noticed her stop and hold her belly for suddenly he stopped yelling, got softer, turned back into the man she loved for a moment.“Are you alright? Is it kicking? I’m sorry about how I’ve been handling this. I just feel so protective of you. If he so much as laid a finger on you I’d kill him.”

A clearing of a throat behind them and Lily’s head snapped up, her eyes widened as she took in Severus having just caught up with them. His eyes peered at the space where James was standing like he could see through the cloak. Of course he couldn’t but James had been speaking too loudly not to be heard if he had been close.

Severus extended his hand out, inside was Lily’s locket. It must have come unclasped somewhere in his house. Her cheeks burned red at looking him in the face beside her hidden husband. “Look what I found… in the pillows…” his eyes watched the space beside Lily as he said it. How like Severus to choose to say pillows instead of cushions. To paint her husband a picture, to provoke him from coming out of hiding.

“Thanks.” She said ungraciously, snapping the precious object out of his open palm.

“I just want to say…” Severus began, purposefully trying to make her sweat, to panic, to reveal her hidden husband. Lily’s mind came up with a hundred endings to that sentence that she wouldn’t want James to hear. Was he about to blow up her life on purpose? His eyes flicked to the empty space Lily was desperately trying not to look over at. “That it was kind of you to visit, and open up to me. I’m glad I got to fill you in on what I’ve been up to. I hope you’ll come again.”

Lily could have choked on all the double meanings. She managed to squeak out a “See you around.” With a passing attempt for a casual smile. It was all lost on James luckily.

Later, when James was bent on reconciliation and apologies, she found herself having makeup sex, trying not to show her guilt, her hesitance to do it when she had been begging him for it just that morning. No shower, no bath could wash away the growing feeling that her husband was a small, petty person, and worse… that his cock would never make her feel like she had on the back of Severus’s couch as her eyes rolled back in her head and he had thoroughly and deeply scratched that itch.

#smut from the drafts bin #snape/lily #severus snape fic #lily potter #snily fanfiction #severus snape fanfiction #fanfiction #pro snape #snape community #snape love #snape smut #snape #severus snape #oneshot #snaddy #snut #not sfw #severus #miss measured

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this because I love the song ‘Mutual Friend’ by Jessie Reyez, I hope you like this fic inspired by it.

It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @lt-natrace for proofreading and @blue-aconite for thinking this through with me!

Warnings: cheating (him on you), cursing, angst (seriously), violence (she punches him in anger), this fic is racially and body type inclusive despite the moodboard suggesting otherwise

“You fucking asshole, how fucking dare you?” You shouted as you made your way towards the group of aviators, Hangman in its centre.

Your anger was only fueled by the cocky grin he wore as he turned around to look at you, even if it was washed off the moment he saw you.

Jake’s eyes widened and your fist connected with his cheekbone, the pain flaring in your hand and wrist, before it went numb from adrenaline.

A silence lay over the aviators as their attention turned to you, your anger and tears prominent.

“You fucking dick, I trusted you, I loved you, and you sleep with the next best whore!” You went on, and even though you had just assaulted a Lieutenant no one dared to stop you.

When you finished talking you waited for a reply, but other than an apologetic and saddened look, he didn’t reply.

You took the hint and left, not looking back until Natasha caught up with you, pulling you out of sight and into a hug that allowed you to let your feelings free.

As a mechanic in the Navy you didn’t have much time to grieve the rather serious relationship you had had with Jake.

He had seemed so honest to you, like he wanted a serious relationship, you were devastated that you had been wrong about him.

Phoenix was there for you the entire time, trying to help you get over Jake, while also maintaining a friendship with him.

You never understood it but she didn’t talk about him out of consideration for you, except for when she one day did.

She knew it would upset you but she believed in your friendship, so she tried to casually bring it up in conversation.

Rage filled you at your friend’s audacity to bring his name up in a conversation that didn’t involve anger.

“He’s not doing great, you know,” she said softly, swirling the wine in her glass before she looked up at you.

“He’s miserable, has been since your breakup actually,” she continued, but you only snorted into your drink.

“Well he should have thought about that before fucking cheated on me,” you said, but she just gave you a sad smile.

“Who says he didn’t deliberately destroy what you had? He had reasons for it, don’t you think?” She asked, but you dismissed the idea quickly.

While you didn’t continue talking with Phoenix about him, Jake and what she had suggested was undoubtedly on your mind.

You had managed to only need to think about him once a day before but now he was a constant, the need to talk to him just for the purpose of closure too strong to resist.

So you texted him, asking to meet him at a bar to get it over with quickly and in public, where he couldn’t make too big of a scene.

You hated yourself for the longing you felt the moment you saw him enter the bar, making his way towards the table you were sitting at.

There was anger in you but you couldn’t help but realise how much you had missed him, which only made you shut yourself off more harshly.

You stood up out of courtesy but when you saw Jake take a step towards you, too close for your liking, you flinched and he stopped moving.

His usual air of confidence was replaced with something that resembled modesty, he looked like he hadn’t been sleeping and his mood seemed down, even if you could see a glimmer of hope as his eyes didn’t leave your face.

“I’m glad we get to talk,” he said as he sat down and you mirrored his actions, his fingers curling around the bottom of the beer bottle you had ordered for him and fiddling with it.

“I’m shipping out tomorrow on a mission, I’m glad we get to talk beforehand,” he continued, but you interrupted him harshly.

“I didn’t ask you to come here so we could talk. I asked you to come here so I could talk and you would listen.” You stated firmly, and his eyes left you for the first time to glance at the bottle in his hands in shame.

You didn’t know how he had expected this meeting to go, but you realised that this wasn’t the way he had imagined.

“Phoenix said you’ve been telling her that you’re sorry and that you wanted to talk. We’re doing this on my terms, because I have more than enough things to say to you,” you continued, and he crumbled in his seat as he nodded, his eyes once again finding yours.

You needed to take a breath before you managed to continue to speak.

“These past months have been difficult for me, not because I miss you, but because I am dealing with the trauma of being lied to and cheated on. You were the one person I trusted not to break my heart but you went and did it anyways, I don’t give a fuck about your reasons to do so,” you told him, your voice much deeper than usual in your anger.

“I don’t give a fuck about you or your feelings, so this is really therapeutic for me right now. You broke my heart, you made my life miserable and made me doubt anything and everything in my life. Honestly, Jake, if you died tomorrow I don’t think I’d cry. I don’t care if it sounds cold, it is what it is,” you finished, taking in deep breaths after your rant.

It wasn’t fair how Jake looked at you when you finished speaking, the sadness, the heartbreak you seemed to see in his eyes making you feel guilty for what you said.

He didn’t say anything, he simply nodded slightly, his eyelids fluttering as his eyes lowered to your hands on the table.

He only stared into space until you let out a breath, getting up to leave him with a lighter heart after all those months.

When you glanced back at him from the doorway he was still sitting in the same position you had left him, his hand wrapped so tightly around his beer bottle that you thought it might break any second.

Confessing your feelings to Hangman wasn’t as satisfying as you hoped it would be.

It felt good to know that he knew how you felt but you had been harsh on him, maybe a little too harsh.

You were contemplating to call him but you knew he was on a mission so you refrained from doing so.

When Phoenix’s caller ID popped up on your phone you were happy to check in on her.

You were about to speak up when she beat you to it, addressing you in a voice that sent shivers down your spine.

“Jake was in an accident. He’s… he’s in hospital. We don’t know… we don’t know,” she said, and fear struck you like lightning.

You felt sick to your stomach and you were shivering, the news having to sink in before you could reply.

“I’m on my way,” you muttered, stumbling your way towards your car and the hospital.

The moment you saw Phoenix you rushed to hug her, the shock in your body feeling like your bones were deep frozen and waiting to break with your next step.

“How is he?” You asked her, and when she broke away from you her face was clouded with anger.

She didn’t answer your question but instead posed one of her own.

“How could you tell him you’d be happier if he were dead the day before his mission?!” She asked angrily, her voice raising even if she didn’t mean to.

“I thought you wouldn’t be that dumb, that you would come to your senses when you talked to him. But it almost killed him to hear that and it definitely didn’t help him focus on the mission,” she exclaimed passionately.

While you had felt cold and lifeless there was a rush of hot fear and guilt running through you now.

“You’ve been terrible since that incident with Jake but you didn’t give him the chance to explain, I know cheating isn’t to be dealt with lightly, he messed up bad, but he has a reason for it all. He wanted to make amends and I knew you were still hurting, you needed each other!” She said, but it took a while until her words seeped into your consciousness.

“I didn’t think you’d react that way, you love him,” she said, running her hand through the hair that had fallen out of a very messy bun.

“I know you love him, I thought you would talk it out. I honestly thought you would make up, or I wouldn’t have suggested the meeting.” She said, and she was shaking lightly, looking at you with a hint of tears in her eyes.

You didn’t feel much, your breathing starting to grow heavy and you could feel tears in your eyes as well.

“How is he?” You asked with more intensity, and Bob spoke up from a corner somewhere where you hadn’t noticed him before.

“He’s fighting. They can’t do much, he’s unconscious, we just have to wait,” he told you, nodding towards a door that made you feel anxious just looking at it.

You were feeling sick to your stomach again when you entered the room, your heart racing and your breathing picking up when your eyes searched for Jake.

He was unconscious in a hospital bed, unmoving, and you felt like someone had punched you in the stomach when you walked closer.

There was a chair propped up next to the bed, but you couldn’t sit down for a while as you stared at him.

The tears came naturally, even if you didn’t want them to, Jake’s busted up face and the way he was so unusually still scaring you beyond anything you had ever experienced.

After a while you weren’t physically able to stay standing anymore and you sank into the chair, carefully reaching for his hand that was propped beside him on the bed.

You hesitated for a second before you took his hand in yours, the feeling of his skin on yours both grounding and terrifying you.

It made it all real, it made his accident real, and your blame in it as well.

“I don’t know what to say to you, Jake,” you said softly, your voice breaking as your eyes searched his face for a reaction that of course didn’t come.

“I’m so sorry for everything,” you whispered, leaning forwards in your chair to grasp his hand firmer in both of yours.

“I’m so sorry for what I said when you left, it wasn’t fair to you, I shouldn’t have said what I said,” you said as you felt the tears run freely down your face, and you were sure they had made their way on the skin of his hand as well.

“I don’t know what got into me, I was just angry because you hurt me, you hurt me so much because despite everything that happened there wasn’t a single moment in which I stopped loving you,” you said, sobs rocking your body and your hands shaking around his.

“I don’t think I could forgive myself for doing this to you, I was reckless and selfish, I love you, I…” you tried to go on, but you didn’t know what to say.

You were wrapped up in your thoughts, crying and internally cursing yourself when you felt a thumb graze over the back of one of your hands, and you froze mid-sob.

When you finally found the courage to raise your eyes they were met with Jake’s green ones, his face stern due to anger or the bruising, you didn’t know.

part two

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[marksbear]

Hi! I was wondering could you do top male yn and sub rooster? Like yn being his childhood crush and he's quite obsessed(yandere way) with him(yn). Literally everyone notice his behavior but yn himself. Mav and hangman are sick and tired of hearing rooster talking about yn and how in love he is with him so they set them up on a date and actually got yn drunk . Turns out yn also likes rooster but is too shy to say something. Then they fuck.

Ps. I'm such a pevert🥲😩😫😳

HELL YEAH I CAN DO IT!

(Warning! Yandere Rooster, swearing, flying, SLIGHT BREEDING KINK ,smut ) FEM DNI N/n= Nickname

Rooster x Top Male Reader

It was a large crowd circling around Y/n congratulating him for doing the unspeakable during a mission. Rooster tried to get to Y/n but the crowd was all pushing each other out the way trying to talk to y/n. Some of Y/n small friends pull Y/n out of the crowd and run away with him all laughing and arms around each other. Rooster sees the group and clenches his fist and storms off.

Phoenix sees Rooster's furious face and grabs Bob to follow her and jogs after Rooster. Hangman also notices Rooster's face and follows him with Coyote.

Once they all catch up with Rooster Maverick is already trying to calm him down trying to figure out what's wrong. The group all circle around Rooster trying to get something out of him.

"Is it about that Y/n guy...No need to get jealous about him he's not even that good-" Bob says but stops his sentence when he feels hands grabbing onto his shirt and pinning him to the wall. "SHUT UP! YOU CAN'T TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT!." Rooster shouts at Bob getting ready to fight him for Y/n.

Maverick separates the boys apart from each other. "I'm guessing it's about Y/n? what did he do?" He looks at Rooster's face taking note of his protectiveness towards Y/n and the blush on his cheeks once Y/n name is mentioned.

Rooster looks away shyly but turns his face back to maverick. "It's nothing but I just don't like it when Y/n is with his friends. HE doesn't need them just ME!" Rooster says glaring at Maverick. "I'm the only one he needs. We have been best friends since forever and I don't need anyone taking him away from me. Rooster states as he pushes through the group walking away to find Y/n.

Hangman sighs "what's so great about Y/n that makes him act like that?" He says by looking at the group. They all shrug and start to think. "How about we set them up." Maverick says. Bob pipes up and says "Yeah! We all can act like we are going to the bar and invite Rooster and Y/n and just ditch them?" The group all agree and starts to plan.

2 days later!

"Heyy! Rooster any plans today? If not wanna come to the bar lots of people gather up there for a hang" Phoenix says sitting down with Rooster in class. "I'm busy-" Rooster says waving off the topic "Y/n is gonna be there." Phoenix smirks at seeing Rooster head snapping looking at her at the sound of Y/n name. "Y-yeah i'll be there.

AT THE BAR

Y/n arrives looking around for anyone familiar and spots Rooster and walks up behind him and hugs him from behind. Rooster gives out a light laugh and pats Y/n's arms. "Guess who" Y/n whispers in Roosters ear. Rooster lets out a giggle "Is it my wife?" Rooster lets out with a laugh. "You guessed it Roo" Y/n gives Rooster a small light kiss on the cheek. Y/n pats Rooster on the back and sits on a seat next to the brunette. Rooster looks around the bar at any sign of the gang but his face gets confused at why he doesn't see anyone. "Hey N/n saw any of the gang yet?" 'Nope just you Roo." Rooster lets out a deep sigh "I think we just got set up N/n" Y/n lets out a laugh and covers his face "I can't believe I got set up by the people I trust most. Y/n says trying to lift up the mood. "At least it's with you I'm stuck with. Drinks on me my beautiful wife." Rooster says and orders a round of shots.

TIMESKIP

With about six shots and two beers and one full bottle of whiskey Y/n is completely wasted. Slurring his words and hiccups and staring at things. With Rooster he looks fine only drank one beer and a single shot confusing Y/n a little. Y/n stands up out of his stool and pats Roosters thighs " Youuuu know what dude I tink IM done for the day" Y/n face turns to rooster but eyes widens seeing that his hand was patting Roosters crotch instead of his thigh and pulls his hand away fast "M'sorry dude I didn't try to do tha-" Y/n gets cut off by a pair of lips roughly kissing him. Y/n grabs onto Rooster hips kissing him back sloppy. Rooster moans into the gets and stands up out of his stool not breaking the kiss and turns his head slightly to deepen the kiss. Y/n shoves his tongue down in Rooster mouth and both of their tongues moves around with the other. Rooster breaks the kiss because of him needing air and gasping and slight moaning. Y/n mouth goes straight towards Roosters neck biting, licking and sucking onto his neck. Rooster pushes y/n slightly and grabs his hands out the bar and guides him to his car. Once the pair got in the back of the car Y/n pins rooster onto the seats and messily tries to take off Rooster shirt and belt off his pants. Once y/n gets them off he starts to massage Roosters thighs and crotch while he bites and kisses Roosters nipples and chest. Rooster lets out deep groans and quiet begs for Y/n to fuck him. "Please N/n hurry up and fuck me, use me like im a toy..." Rooster moans into Y/n ear. Y/n yanks off Roosters pants and underwear in one go. Roosters cock springs free and precum already on the tip. Rooster lets out a moan when Y/n teases the tip with his thumb smearing the precum around his tip. Y/n strips out of his clothes and shoves three fingers in Roosters mouth "Suck." Y/n says in a demanding tone. Rooster obeys and sucks on them like his life depended on it. Once they were all wet Y/n slides one finger into Roosters hole and Rooster lets out a loud painful moan. Y/n kisses trails onto Rooster's jaw whispering light praise in his ears and softly kissing Rooster so he can ignore the pain. Roosters moan into Y/n mouth when Y/n slides another finger into his hole. Y/n guides his fingers in and out deep searching for Roosters prostate. Y/n pulls away from the kisses and bites hickeys into the bottoms neck. Y/n uses his other hand to jerk Rooster's cock in a slow rough pace that makes Rooster scream from all the pleasure. Rooster bucks hips forward chasing his own climax. "P-lease y-y/n give it to me. Use your cock in me... Fuck! please sir give me your cock. M bout to cum sir please drill it in me!!" Rooster moans out growing impatient. Rooster lets out a girlish moan when Y/n shoves his cock all away with no warning. "Safe word?" Y/n ask look down at Rooster. "Air" Y/n hums and starts to fuck Rooster in a fast and rough pace "F-fuck Roo your so t-tight." Y/n groans out. Rooster moans in response "Only f-for you. " Skin slapping can be heard outside of the car and loud moans and groans also that the car is seen shaking lightly. "You like that don't ya when my cock is drilling your hole? Don't ya you filthy slut." Y/n whispers into Roosters ear Rooster moans in response. "Fu-ck y/n n/n i'm cumming i'm cumming sir oooh fuck! Roosters cock squirts cum onto y/n and himself and slides his hand to jerk himself off. As Roosters falls into a bliss Y/n keeps hitting his prostate chasing his own orgasm. Y/n moans and groans slips out of his mouth feeling his orgasm building up. Rooster screaming swears and moaning like hes a virgin at all of the stimulation causes his cock to harden again. Y/n grabs onto Roosters hips roughly that's probably gonna bruise, but Y/n didn't care because he had still had lots of alcohol in his system and cums deep into Roosters hole "I think im gonna get you pregnant" Rooster chuckles as he shots his load on Y/n body. Y/n eyelids get heavy and blackout and fall back onto the seat.

Rooster sits up and kisses Y/n cheek and ties up Y/n hands and Whispers into his ear

"Now we are together forever"

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[i-write-for-fun]

Prompt: “It’s taking everything in me not to slap you in the face right now.”

Pairing: Rooster x OC

 ---x---

 It’s been years. He can hardly believe his eyes. Addison Brewer, in the flesh. The girl who broke his heart. Who even does that to an orphan? Cold as ice, like her fucking callsign.  

But nonetheless, still hot as hell. He gulps because he can’t help it when he sees her.

He turns back to Penny, pushes up his shades, and orders another round. He was prepared for this.  He’d heard from Maverick that Addison was up in the air again. Not that he was asking. But Pete had some sort of sick twisted idea that he’d cared about the girl who ripped his heart out and shot it out of the sky.

“Un-fucking-believable.”

“What was that, Bradshaw?” Penny asks, handing him the beers.

“Nothing,” he sighs.

Walking back to the others, Phoenix corners him. “I saw. Are you going to be okay?” She had the unfortunate luck in having to see his mopey ass after that breakup. It wasn’t pretty and it wasn’t quick either.

“How do you want to play this?” she asks.

“Like always,” handing her a beer, he picks up a pool cue and tells Bob to rack ‘em up.

 ---

As Addison walks over, she’s not sure what she’s going to say. She knew most of these pilots from around the traps, but they weren’t her squad. She felt slightly uncomfortable. But she knew that this was more to do with seeing her ex, than being the introvert that she was.

She knew Hangman though, and boy was she glad when he came up placing his free arm around her shoulder.  Well, well , well, if it isn’t Little Miss Addison.”

She rolled her eyes at him and gives him a light punch to his side. “Hangman, can we drop the Little Miss now. It’s been 5 years.”

“Sorry, Brewer. Habit,” he shrugs.

“So are you ready?” He asks looking down at her. She raises her eyebrows in question, “First time engaging with enemy fire or as we like to call him, your ex, Rooster?” he explains as if it was the most obvious thing on Earth.

Goddamn, did everyone know?

“It’ll be fine. We’re all adults here.” She calmly explained.

“Well, some of us are. Some of us break little poultry hearts the night before a huge mission.”

“Shut the fuck up, Hangman. That was a long time ago.”

“Hey, don’t get all agro at me, I’m just preparing you for what may come.” And if Addison wasn’t nervous before, she sure was now. Of course these guys hated her. She’d done Bradshaw wrong. And she deserved what would come tonight.

“Heartbreaker is here!” Hangman called out and she grimaced.

Please God, do not let that name stick.

Her eyes naturally darted over to Bradshaw. Of course, she had noticed him the moment she walked in. How could she not? He was lining up a shot, so she didn’t expect him to look up.

But he did.

She couldn’t read him at all. It’s funny how things can change so much. 

“Hangman, let me be clear here,” clearing her throat, Addison spoke up, for everyone to hear.  “It’s taking everything in me not to slap you in the face right now.”

The laughter was immediate and loud.

“And she’s back,” Hangman sighs, handing her his drink and walking back to the bar to grab another one.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a small smirk form on Rooster’s face and for a second, she thinks that this might not be the full on clusterfuck she was expecting.

---x---

A/N: I thought about maybe planning out these ficlets a little more, but I’m just not organised enough. Maybe at the end I’ll put them in some sort of order *shrugs*

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[kayayeteae]

List of thoughts I have with FFXVI!! (That no one asked for).

This is me being a hater. Read to you own discretion

Jill’s entire character, arc, story, person, being. Girl they did you SO WRONG.

Also, didn’t homegirl have the curse too. She was a dominant of WAR. are we just gonna ignore her illness

On that note, are bearers with the curse just doomed to sickness and disability post ultima

The most unrealistic part of FFXVI is the fact that they didn’t make some fake ass slur for bearers

Clive showed NO BEARERS CURSE through out the game. Was that intentional. Bitch was snorting aether by like the first third of the game.

I love Joshua. 🥰 I love him so much. He’s probably my second favorite character.

Ya kno, if you make Josh and Clive unrelated, replace Josh with Jill, made Jill play the role as a young dominant that Clive is the shield for, their love story would be more believable (is that too FFX to do?)

I got a very good amount of Clive crying and I reveled in every second of it. He’s so pretty when he cries.

I know cid had the right mind to destroy the crystals, but I wonder if Clive doubted himself for a second for doing it bc if he didn’t, the cycle of violence would just continue.

I really like Clive as a character who needs positive male figures in his life for his lack of one after Phoenix gate. His reliance on cid and Joshua is very endearing.

I love anabella 😌 she’s a wonderful villain.

What happened to the girl with the poultices. Like u can’t just give her closure off screen!!!

The same goes with Terence!!!!

Does Byron inherit the region of Rosaria as the last Rosfield.

How is the DLC gonna cover Clive more? Let me play as Joshua lol.

This game wants to be Devil May cry so baddddd

There are many instances where we could have and should have controlled the other party members

The game was overall was very easy. I died mostly on purpose to try new techniques. It actually got boring at some points

The barnabas fight was the best

Judgement cut isn’t useful for my play style

I don’t understand why Joshua had to capture ultima and hold him. And why does he suck at taking his meds

Every character in this game has no growth except Clive

I still believe that they should have labeled cids group as a cult filled with terrorists. The political impact would insane.

What is the population of storm cuz there were a LOT of akashic soldiers I killed

Ngl I forgot why there were wars going on in storm.

Did cid fuck his way to being the outlaw? how did he gain so much respect and connections??? This is why he should be viewed as a cult leader

There were a few instances where the game could’ve had horror elements. The one sidequest regarding the orphanage is one of them. And Cyril’s quest is another. Shoulda been the RE4 opening lol.

Did cid get ramuh when he was older? He mentioned that ramuh chose “this old sack of bones”

Dion deserved better

‘What happens without the crystals?’ The Industrial Revolution, that’s what.

Bro and how does stealing dominants work. Like do u have to die? What about Jill. The only survivor of shiva. Wtf.

I stand by my unhinged claim. Mid and Clive should have been endgame.

The way that Clive begs both Joshua and cid to not give him their dominant is so heartbreaking. I love it 🥰

What happens to the uh. Order of the Phoenix. The one who follow Joshua. Like what is their purpose now.

How tf did Olivier succumbed to ultima so quickly. And like. Why. lol

[seriouslysam8]

Hi sam

Just wanted to know(how much ever you are ready to share) about what's happening with Sirius and Marlene

We saw in last chapter that Sirius and Tegan have started something casual but Marlene is also making progress with her views of Sirius

Don't you think this can cause Sirius to feel a little guilty because he did live Marlene and was ready to marry her at one point , that he's sort of physical with someone else even though unemotionally

I won't tell you how everything pans out, but I will tell you a bit about Sirius' headspace.

Short answer: no, Sirius does not feel guilty.

Marlene died. Sirius went to her funeral. He had a lot of time to process her death.

Now, she's back but she's not actually Marlene. She's essentially a totally different person who looks like Marlene. Sirius is convinced, right or wrong, that she would hate him even if she had all her memories. Her entire family was slaughtered, she was manipulated and lost her life for a good fifteen years. Sirius blames himself for that. Which, honestly, it really wasn't his fault. Marlene's family was targeted due to their connections with Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix. Not to mention, her dad Merrick was Deputy Head Auror at the time of his death. The only thing that Sirius could take blame for was Marlene's fate. But, without that connection to Sirius, she would have been senselessly murdered like the rest of her family. So, it was death or manipulation.

I digress though.

Even if Marlene regained her memories back right now and Blackinnon got back together, they wouldn't last. Sirius is not mentally stable or able to deal with all the baggage and guilt and everything else that happened. You often see him just shoving everything down, because if he doesn't think about it then it isn't there, right?? You saw him drown his problems with alcohol. Now, his newest vice is copious amounts of caffeine to the point where he's barely sleeping because he refuses to drink about Harry. But, let's face it, he's going to be alone very soon without Harry to obsess over. Yes, I'd say he's obsessed with keeping Harry safe and happy. It's just another distraction for him, a way to push down all of his thoughts and feelings and darkness because he's focused solely on Harry. But when Harry's back at Hogwarts, what will Sirius obsess over to quiet the voices in his head?

Let's not forget the baggage that Marlene is dealing with. She's been someone else for fifteen years, unable to trust her own memories. She thought she was Bella Riddle with no family, no friends, and being controlled by Lucius Malfoy. Even when she gets her memories back, that's a fucking mindfuck. She's not going to be able to just slip back into a relationship with Sirius given their history, their baggage, and their experiences.

Tegan is a distraction for Sirius. A way to gain some affection and scratch some itches. She's clearly in it just for the fun as well. I think BOTH Sirius and Marlene need to work out their issues before they even think of getting back together. I think the first step for them, if they were to get back together, is to be friends first. They need to talk about a lot of stuff and untangle a lot of baggage.

So, yeah. I hope that made sense.

[pelideswhore]

Summary: Achilles returns to his home polis of Phthia with Odysseus after a long and lonely disguised stay on Skyros. Though excited, he is anxious about his father's, Phoenix' and Patroclus' reactions to meeting him again.

TW: swearing

A/N: the queer peleus x phoenix undertones are very intentional 😌 you can safely assume that every sentence in the patrochilles interaction is a reference to patroclus’ death scene— sorry not sorry.

Word Count: 1,380

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Say You Remember Me

Achilles stared at the waves as they crashed into Odysseus’ ship. His mother hadn’t spoken to him since Skyros. An entire day, the longest he’d gone without her, and he didn’t even know what he’d done wrong. He just knew something was wrong. The closer they got to Phthia, the closer they got to Achilles’ father, the less likely it was for her to emerge at all.

Silently he turned away from the waves, back to Odysseus, who was staring out at the sea himself. Achilles approached him and tapped him on the shoulder. Odysseus jumped, gripping the ship’s railing. “By Athena… You can’t just sneak up on me like that! Save that for Hector.” People did always tell him he was light on his feet.

Achilles frowned. “What did the Trojans even do?” It was considered practically forbidden to even mention the war in Lycomedes’ palace, at least when Achilles was around. He knew nothing about it.

“Alexander, a prince of theirs, kidnapped the Queen of Sparta and stole Menelaus’ gold.”

“Stupid reason.”

“Achilles.”

He shrugged. He was right, and Odysseus knew that as well. “Why did Agamemnon and Menelaus not come with us anyway?”

“They have to gather the rest of the Army. We’ll meet them at Aulis when we’re done here.” Before Achilles could follow up, Odysseus inhaled deeply. “Wake me up when we arrive.”

“We just did.”

“What?” He looked past Achilles’ shoulder.

Achilles hadn’t seen the bay himself, he couldn’t get himself to look, but he heard the sailors’ shouts, recognized the familiar passage of the breeze and knew that the mountain looming on his left could only be one. Mount Pelion.

He turned to follow Odysseus’ gaze and, surely enough, he spotted the silhouette of the palace looming over them as they came ever closer. Fuck, he was nervous. Odysseus left him on his own to shout orders at the deck crew to put their all into sailing. He wanted to arrive as soon as possible, but the closer they got, the less Achilles himself wanted to arrive.

He felt sick and he knew it was not because of the rocking of the ship. If anything, the rocking calmed him. It was like his mother’s cradling. But his knees were weak as well. It was as if his heartbeat was making his entire skeleton tremble. He wasn’t just nervous, he was scared.

How much would’ve changed in the past two years? He had been gone for longer before, to Chiron, but back then he could always visit. He could go to the palace and back from Mount Pelion in a day, but Skyros was different. He only had Deidamia there.

Achilles groaned as he dragged himself to Odysseus. He really did need this war. If two years away from home were scaring him already, then he really needed to toughen up.

In the bay by now, the ship came to a slow halt. The men left their rowing positions and started lowering the gangway. Achilles stared at the docks and ran his tongue over his chapped lips. The palace was right there, barely a street away. Subconsciously, Achilles grabbed Odysseus’ arm. It was intended for stability, but when Odysseus turned to him, Achilles cleared his throat and made up something to say. “Does my dad know I’m coming?”

“It made no sense to dispatch a messenger when we’d be arriving this soon anyway.” Odysseus shrugged. “Perhaps Lady Thetis has let the court know?”

Achilles shook his head. Disregarding him, Odysseus clapped him on the back, the impact almost flung Achilles across the ship. His mind was elsewhere. Odysseus laughed. “You have to be more alert if you want to survive the war, Achilles.” Achilles didn’t answer, but Odysseus didn’t seem to notice the silence anyway. His hand was still on Achilles’ shoulder blade when he headed down, forcing Achilles to follow.

The sailors, fishermen and passerbys didn’t recognize their prince. Even if they did, they didn’t show it. No one bowed, no one cheered, no one smiled. If the people didn’t give any reaction to their prince, what would the people on court do? Achilles was recognizable. He knew he was recognizable. Not many people had hair that looked like it was burning in the sun, or eyes that looked like someone had painted them with the sea.

“Aren’t you excited?” Odysseus asked after he had ordered the crew to lift the ship onto land.

“If being excited means wanting puke my guts out, then yeah. I’m ecstatic.”

“You’ll feel better when you see your father. Come on.” He put his hand on Achilles’ shoulder, gently pushing him towards the palace. Achilles swallowed and led the way.

He held his breath when they reached the gates, but the guards seemed to recognize him immediately. They stared, exchanged looks and bowed, before granting Achilles and Odysseus passage. Achilles heaved a sigh of relief. They hadn’t forgotten him. The slaves and servants in the courtyard gave similar reactions as they passed as well, and Achilles smiled, squaring his shoulders. They remembered him.

Odysseus had to run to keep up with Achilles when they reached the stairs to the main palace. Achilles stroked the familiar marble statues as he passed, laughing. By the time he reached the doors of the throne room, he’d lost Odysseus. Frankly, the Ithacan king was the last thing on his mind anyway.

He stopped at the entrance of the throne room, panting, not from fatigue, but anticipation. His back was pushed against the cold marble as he listened to the voices coming from inside. The rush of blood in his ears drowned out whatever it was they were saying, but one thing was for sure. He was listening to his father and Phoenix.

Achilles stepped out, a shiver running down his spine. It was them. They didn’t notice him at first, too preoccupied with whatever the other was saying. Achilles smiled and his eyes filled with tears.

“Dad.”

Both their heads jolted up, their mouths open and eyes wide. Achilles ran towards them, and they engulfed him in a tight hug, whispering into his ears as he buried his head in their shoulders.

His father was the first to let go. “Achilles …” he said, his eyes jumping around his son’s face. “What are you doing here? Your mother … She—”

“I’m going to Troy.”

Phoenix let go of Achilles, and exchanged a glance with Peleus, who had stiffened. He eventually sighed. “You’ve grown.”

Achilles smiled faintly, but the smile was quick to fade. “Where’s Patroclus?”

They exchanged another look. Again, Phoenix was the first to speak. “Training on the beach.”

Achilles nodded and turned, running off again. Odysseus was standing in the door frame by now and, as Achilles left the throne room, he could hear him discussing with Phoenix and Peleus.

He used the back exit to leave the palace. The distance to their beach was shorter from there and soon Achilles recognized the silhouette of a man, his sword gleaming in the sun light. Achilles ran as fast as he could. Not even the sand could slow him now. By the time he jumped on Patroclus’ back, tipping him over, tears were already streaming down his face. “My sword, you fucking moron,” he laughed as his grip around the hilt loosened. He managed to turn under Achilles’ weight so that they were facing each other.

Sand covered half of his face but he still smiled and put a hand in Achilles’ hair, ruffling it. Only the gods knew how much he had missed that tug.

Once his breathing had calmed from the sobbing, Achilles looked up from Patroclus’ collarbone to his face. “You remember me?”

“How could I forget you when you were the only thing I could think about?”

Achilles smiled into his neck, savouring the moment. The sun setting behind the ocean, leaving Patroclus and Achilles alone under a dark night sky, felt eerily familiar, like a moment from a dream. Achilles' chest tightened and he clung to Patroclus, listening to the latter’s heart beat against his temple through the tunic. Tears stung his eyes. He wouldn't let go of him. Not again.

“You’ve gained weight, by the way. You’re gonna suffocate me and be the reason I die.”

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AA Mythbusters #2: What Exactly Was Mia and Lana's Relationship?

By RainSpectreX, from Reddit

All right, for our second mythbusters, we're taking on a very painful enemy...shipping.

One of the relationships which comes up often in the fanbase despite there being little material is that of Mia and Lana. One of the first things those who play 1-5 learn is that Mia and Lana have a history with each other, which is why Ema seeks out Phoenix to defend Lana. During the discussion on that subject, Lana brings up that she and Mia were "intellectually attracted". How scandalous!

This has been a very common weapon in shipping wars, given the little fact that a very vocal part of the community really hates Mia's canon boyfriend, but I wanted to ask...what was their relationship exactly?

To explain that question, let's start with the exact line which color people's perceptions of their relationship, the infamous, "attraction" line:

She was strong... She'd do anything to become a defense attorney. Anything. That... was probably why she was attracted to me. 弁護士になるためならば、なんでもやる‥‥そんなハクリョクが。きっと‥‥だから、この私に近づいてきたのでしょう。 She would do anything become a lawyer...that was her strength. Without question...that is why she got closer to me.

You...might already notice a difference, in how those lines are phrased.

Here's the thing, 近づいてきた is probably the bluntest, most emotionless means of expressing the idea of becoming acquainted with someone, in that it literally just means you were approached on a non-physical level. It sure as hell doesn't mean "attracted", or even that Lana and Mia were friends, just that they knew each other.

So why does the localization use a completely inaccurate word? It's seemingly just for a randomly inserted joke, as seen with Phoenix's line:

E-excuse me!? どういうことですか？ What do you mean?

And Ema's:

Intellectually attracted! Lana was top of her class in school. お姉ちゃん、主席だったんです。法科大学で、イチバン‥‥ Onee-chan was top of her class. The best in law school...

For reasons I can't quite discern, the localization turns what in the Japanese is just some relatively generic lines in a very serious scene about Lana's character into a sudden, out-of-nowhere gag where Lana says something which "gives Phoenix the wrong impression", to which Ema corrects him about what it "actually" is. Nothing else in the JP or ENG text reflects the decision to insert a gay joke of all things where no such existed, and it's one of the few times the localization of any of the games just outright adds a joke completely.

So no, Mia was not "attracted" to Lana, intellectually or otherwise.

Which begs the question, what was their relationship, exactly?

That's a touch vaguer. For starters, there's a bit from Ema at the start of the case, after she comes to the office asking for Mia to defend her sister:

"My sister asked for her specifically. Mia Fey... was a few years below her in school." "お姉ちゃんが言ってたんです。アヤサト　チヒロさん‥‥学生時代の後輩なんだ、って。" "That's what Big Sis told me. Ayasato Chihiro-san...she was her junior when she was a student."

Already, there's a pretty obvious obvious mistranslation in the first line. Lana would not have asked for Mia to represent her. Not only is she actively trying to get herself convicted in order to protect Ema from Gant, and has been actively pushing Ema away since SL-9 to where it's very doubtful she would trust her with a request like that, there's the obvious fact that Mia is fucking dead, and has been for several months. The reason Ema went to the office is because she didn't know that fact, or anything about Mia other than they (she didn't even know her gender) was a defense attorney who was Lana's underclassman, and whom her sister had respect for.

Ema going to get "Mia" of her own initiative in her given more foundation in the very next line.

"She always told me to go to Mia if I ever needed a defense attorney... And, well... I need one." " いつか、弁護士が必要になったらチヒロさんに‥‥って。ムカシ、よく言ってたから。だから、あし‥‥ " "Someday, if you need a defense attorney, see Chihiro-san. That's what she always told me. And that's why I..."

So, the line establishes pretty cleanly that Lana, at the very least, did carry a strong sense of respect towards Mia, to the point that she would often tell her sister to go to her should she end up in trouble. She clearly never said anything more though, otherwise Ema obviously would've known who Mia was, or that she was, again ,dead.

Lana's respect is conveyed also in the line before the "attraction" line:

It was in law school. I was in my third year, and she was auditing the class. She was different than the other students. ‥‥法科大学時代のことです。私が３回生、彼女は特別聴講生‥‥まわりの学生とは、アキラカにフンイキがちがいました。 It was in law school. I was a third year, she was a special auditor...it was clear the atmosphere around her differed from other students.

Note the use of "atmosphere". While Phoenix's inquiry, and Lana's follow-up in the line as read at the top, is just how she was "different", the Japanese specifies that Mia effectively radiated strength just by standing there, and Lana knew this. And that is implicitly why Mia became acquainted with Lana, because, as the top student at the university they attended, competing with Lana was her best way to get better. Remember, Mia wasn't a normal student, she was specifically an auditor, meaning she got no academic achievements from being there, and as Lana was two years ahead of her, she had to specifically seek her out, it's not like they would've actually met in the same class like the ENG suggests.

All in all, knowing Mia's personality in 3-1 and 3-4, this gives me less the impression of what shippers think, and more the glorious mental image of "Mia breaks into Lana's dorm room at 4:00 AM wielding a bamboo sword and demanding they have a legal debate". Something like that, anyway.

As for the rest...there's really nothing. Lana only mentions Mia a few times, and only in the context of that Mia told her a bunch of things about Phoenix, namely what she told Maya in 1-2; that he has the potential, he just needed the experience to grow. There's otherwise never once a single allusion to any kind of deeper relation than that, and while Lana displays overtly strong respect for her, that's quite evidently it (indeed, that she would describe their acquaintance in such a dry manner while talking highly of her in the same line doesn't say they were close at all). Sorry to the shippers, buuuuut it seems there's not terribly much basis here.

So yeah, Kaminogi-senpai wins.

Conclusion: Lana and Mia were at most casual friends, more likely were just working acquaintances who first met in law school.

#blase other

[thegreatwarhq]

character name & any aliases: Dorothea Kincaid, called “Thea”

character dob & age: 19; September 22, 2003

canon or oc: Canon

character pronouns/gender identity/romantic & sexual identity: she/her/hers, cisfemale, bisexual

character faceclaim: Banita Sandhu

character house/past house if relevant: Slytherin

which school they attended: Hogwarts

character alignment in the war/explain if and why it’s changed since the battle: Order of the Phoenix. Thea was on the run during the majority of what should have been her 7th year before she came back for the battle, and only stayed because she was tired of running and with the support of Sebastian.

where have they been living for the past year: She lived in a small apartment in Hogsmeade above Lysander Pendragon’s shop, which was protected. This has been burned down, and she is now staying at Hogwarts while she helps Mr. Pendragon rebuild.

important character information/bio: 

Thea is a muggle-born Slytherin. She suffered a lot of bullying, especially during the beginning of her education, but she grew close to Sebastian O’Shannon, seeing him as a sort of older brother and confidant. In the second year, during the Basilisk incident, when the password into the Slytherin common room, they camped outside the common room in protest together, both of them refusing to say the word. She was horribly betrayed, especially after he used the mudblood word against her.

Thea was a member of the Slytherin Quidditch Team where she played Keeper. She also subbed in for chaser whenever she had to. This didn’t particularly improve her reputation among other Slytherins, but Marcus Flint was ready to curse anyone that fucked with his Quidditch Team.

Thea hid during the first part of the war, dragging her mother with her. Issues arose when snatchers found them multiple times due to the jinx on Voldemort’s name, and ended with Thea murdering the snatchers in 5 on 1 duel. Her mother lost three fingers and left her there alone.

Thea returned to fight in the battle of Hogwarts as she received word via the galleon from being a member of Dumbledore’s army. In the fifth year, Thea stumbled up to Harry Potter in the middle of the great hall and accidentally shouted at him: I BELIEVE YOU THAT YOU-KNOW-WHO IS BACK. Her face promptly flushed, and she ran away. 

Instead of going back into hiding, she decidedly fought with the Order of the Pheonix. She was tired of running and utterly alone from her mother abandoning her (which, Thea thinks, was rightfully deserved. Her mother shouldn’t have suffered because of her like that)

Thea took her NEWTs without taking her 7th year, much to everyone’s insistence she NOT do that. However, she proved everyone wrong and got O’s in 6 NEWTs and an E in herbology. She then promptly strolled down to Hogsmeade and asked Lysander Pendragon to take her on as an apprentice every day for two months straight.

Lysander was Non-to-Pleased, not wanting an Apprentice and being a very cranky old man who didn’t really like people all that much. He is a disgraced Pureblood from the Selwyn family, but was the last heir to their line, and therefore inherited all their money. He let Thea stay in the small apartment above his shop, which had multiple protections on it, while he lived down the road in his house. Thea is very thankful to him, and he’s become somewhat of a father figure to her, not that either of them would admit it.

To combat her PTSD, Thea used her drawing/sketching skills to learn to do magical tattoos. It has had mixed results on her mental health because it turns out you can’t just ignore something ‘til it goes away, 

Thea frequently wakes up screaming and has pretty severe hypervigilance, anxiety, and other symptoms of PTSD. 

Thea is a skilled dueler, taking Harry’s teaching to heart and also teaching herself every nasty, life saving spell she could think of during her 6th year. She constantly practiced and is considered to be a decently powerful witch. 

Upon learning that Harry had a dark mark, Thea made it her mission to figure out how to remove or cover it. Harry, her friend, and Sebastian, her brother, suffer greatly because of the marks the death eaters left on their skin, and she wants to alleviate their suffering. Thea also struggles with guilt – wishing she could have done something more during her 10 months on the run, wishing she could have done something differently that wasn’t saving her own skin, etc etc etc, and just wants everyone to be okay again.

She did a lot of research in a few weeks and also came up with a bandaid to fix it. Well-versed in Glamour charms, commonly applied to Jewelry to for aesthetic purposes (make your teeth whiter, hides blemishes on the skin, etc), Thea made Harry a set of jewelry so he wouldn’t have to look at the mark as a reminder. Harry came to get sized for the jewelry after closing, so it was just them. Unfortunately, none of them were aware that while outside of Hogwarts, the mark served as a tracking device for Harry, making Death Eaters aware every time he left the grounds of Hogwarts. 

Thea and Harry were attacked by many Death Eaters. They dueled and killed many as they fled for the border. However, Death Eaters, who went into the shop to try and surround Thea and Harry, found Thea’s research in her part of the workshop. They torched the shop, spreading the fiend fire through Hogsmeade. It was put out before too much damage happened, but Lysanders shop was burned to ash.

Thea and Harry made it to the border, stumbling across it just as they jinxed Thea’s leg, trying to separate them. Thea tripped and broke her ankle, sending them both sprawling into the snow. The Death Eaters tried to follow them, but the wards stopped them almost immediately, with a blinding flash of lightening that sent them flying away and killing them instantly. 

Thea and Harry were taken to the Hospital wing. Thea was fine, though everyone seemed to think she had gotten it way worse than it actually was. Madame Pomfrey healed her ankle and the few superficial cuts, and it took a couple days for the jinx paralyzing her leg to wear off, but was okay – she knew better than to say “Better me than Harry” to Harry’s face, but that was her. Thea was not sorry that she helped Harry get away, but she was dreadfully guilty about Mr. Pendragon’s store, blaming herself for all the research she had been doing. 

Thea planned to go see him once her leg was better, but the day after the incident, Lysander Pendragon strolled right through the border wards (having been a passive order member thanks to Thea), and stormed right up into the hospital wing, through an angry Madame Pomfrey, and went right up to Thea’s bedside. Thea, thinking he was about to yell at her and blame her or worse, burst into tears with apologies spewing out of her. He gave her a, albeit very awkward bc he’s a crotchety old man who doesn’t show emotions, hug, and told her he was very glad she was okay and that he was worried sick when he didn’t hear from her. 

Lysander told Thea she was safer to stay at Hogwarts but didn’t protest when she still showed up to help him rebuild the shop. They’re still in the process of renovations now.

#thea kincaid app #accepted

[ultimatelytired]

Phoenix

word count: 12,767  Fandom: MCYT Pairing: Emerald Duo x Female!Phoenix!Reader Pronouns: She/Her Occupation: Fighter Ability: Phoenix Hybrid

The character is that of a phoenix hybrid, allowing them to have traits of a phoenix. They are gifted with wings of flames that sprout of their back, giving them the ability to fly, though they are capable of having them disappear and reappear whenever they so wish. They are also able to manipulate fire however they want, but since they are a phoenix, they are also have the gift of healing.

Keys:

[F/N]: Female Name

Warnings: vulgar language, violence, character death

“What in the actual hell are you doing?!” [F/N] shouts, stumbling backwards when Quackity, Fundy, Tubbo and some new kid abruptly barged into her house unannounced. She looked at their attire and saw that only that new kid was dressed in Netherite armor while the other three were wearing bloody aprons over their Netherite armor, each holding weapons that were just as bloody “Tubbo! What is the meaning of this?!” she shouts at the younger boy, before the boy could get a word out Quackity approached her.

“We’re looking for Technoblade.” this caused her to flinch a bit.

“What for?” she asked, she crossed her arms and tapped her finger against her arm and watched as Quackity circled her.

“We are looking for Technoblade because he is a threat to L’manburg.” she furrows her brows at the sound of that “We need to make an example of him.” now she narrows her eyes on Quackity before leaning back and looking out the window and her eyes widened at the sight of an odd contraption, there was a cage at the very bottom and above it was an anvil “We are going to execute him.”  

“Wha-- why?! That’s totally unreasonable!” she shouts “Techno is a different person to who he was in the past, he’s changed!” she reasons but it falls to deaf ears, she then notices Fundy swing his axe and actually shatter her window “What the?! The fuck do you think you’re doing?!” she goes to stop him but was grabbed by the arm by that kid, she goes to retaliate but noticed that he looked more nervous than she did, so she settled down despite how much of her anger was beginning to boil over. She then notices that Quackity and Tubbo start rummaging through her chests in search for something.

“You know where Technoblade is, don’t you?” she freezes at that, Quackity waves at Fundy to stop him from damaging anything else and to look through her chests and barrels in search for anything that could lead them to Technoblade, he then grabs a hold of her arm and tugs her forward.

“So what if I do?” he shrugs.

“All you have to do is tell us where he is, and we will stop this immediately.” she grits her teeth at that, watching as he leaned in close to her face, she growls at him and scowls when he snickers and leans away, opening his arms “It’s simply not that hard. We, the Butcher Army, are going to bring Technoblade to justice for all the wronging he’s done! Not only did he kill Tubbo during the festival, but he helped blow up L’manburg by spawning those Withers! We are only doing what’s right, and as a citizen of L’manburg, we order you to tell us where Technoblade is.” he now stood in front of her, his axe held tightly. She eyed it before narrowing her eyes on the short man, standing her ground and not the least bit intimidated.

“I’d rather die than tell you where he is.” there was a tense silence in the air as the two glare at each other, no movements were made as the two refused to drop their gaze but finally stopped when Tubbo let out a cheer.

“Hey Big Q,” they both turn and [F/N] gasped silently at the sight “look what I found.” in Tubbo’s hands was a compass that was labeled [Techno’s Compass], her heart started to beat rapidly in her heart when she started to remember when Technoblade gave both herself and Philza a compass that would lead them back to his house.

“Good work, Tubbo.” Quackity smirked at [F/N]’s silence, knowing that they hit the jackpot “It was really simple, [F/N], really simple, and since you disobeyed the orders given to you, we will be forced to--” he jumped when he heard a loud battle cry and turned to see that it was from [F/N], who started screaming before rushing over and snatching the compass out of Tubbo’s hands. They thought that she was simply going to put it away in her own inventory, but no, they were startled when they saw her raise her hand before throwing the compass on the ground and started to stomp on it. But that wasn’t enough, she summoned a Netherite Axe out of her inventory and started swinging it down on the compass, thoroughly destroying it, but she still went beyond by pulling out lava and pouring it onto the compass.

“...”

“...”

“Was that necessary?” she was panting a little as she stared at the smokey patch on the wooden floor and frowned, she let out a little cry as she scooped the lava back into the bucket and put it back into her inventory, she then turned and glared at the three, sparing the Enderman hybrid.

“You’re not going to get to him, you piece of shit.” she sneered “That compass was the second most valuable thing in my possession, and I don’t need that blasted compass to find my way to Techno, so it wasn’t a complete loss.” she took a step back when she noticed them take a step forward, baring their weapons at her.

“Then you’ll have to take us to him.” she scoffs.

“Over my dead body.” Quackity chuckles.

“That can be arranged.” she swallows thickly at that, her eyes move back to the Ender Chest behind her, she takes a breath and looks back at the trio, seeing them getting ready to fight her. The moment she saw Fundy take a step forward she punched him across the face before turning back and reaching towards her Ender Chest “Get her!” he orders, she quickly throws it open and grabs the [Friendship Emerald] Technoblade also gave her and Philza before letting out a grunt when Tubbo grabbed her arm, in response to that, she slams her forehead into his and he fell back. She stands to her feet and grins to herself, taunting the remaining two to come at her.

“Come on then, it’ll be just like manhunt! 4 vs 1, shouldn’t be that hard. Dream does it all the time!” the Enderman hybrid looks at [F/N] warily before charging forward, he swings the axe up and brings it down but she easily caught it before grabbing a hold of him and lifting him up “Sorry about this, kid!” she then threw him at Quackity and they both fell to the ground, she gave him an apologetic look before she made a beeline up the stairs “You seem like a really good guy, but I can’t take any chances!” she added before rummaging through the rest of her chests that were up the stairs hastily.

“Urgh, dammit!” Quackity cursed, pushing Ranboo off him before getting to his feet with Fundy and Tubbo behind him “Don’t let her get away!” they go to chase after her, but they managed to stop themselves before they ran into lava, to which she threw lava down the stairs to stop them from chasing after her before pulling out blocks of Obsidian and placing them down on the opening of the staircase then speeding over to her balcony. She kicks the door open and looks side to side, wincing slightly when the rain poured down on her, but she paid that no mind and turned her head to the right.

“Oh, please tell me you’re home.” she pleads, she wasted no time to pull out blocks of dirt to use as platforms to jump the gaps in between the houses that were besides her so she could get to the house that she was aiming for. When she finally reached the house she needed, she landed on the balcony of said house before kicking that door open “PHIL!!” she shouts, said man let out a startled shout as he looks up and was surprised when he saw [F/N] drenched from head to toe as she rushed down the stairs and approached him.

“[F/N]? What are you-- how are you in my house?” she shakes her head.

“It doesn’t matter! We have to go, old friend.” she hurriedly said, he gives her a confused look as he watched her rummage through his chests before opening his Ender Chest and pulling out his compass to Technoblade and the [Friendship Emerald], tossing them both to him and scurrying around to grab anything else necessary.

“Why? What’s happening?” she shakes her head in distress.

“It’s Tubbo. He’s gone insane thanks to Quackity.” when she grabbed everything, she goes over to Philza and steadily grabs his arms “They’re after Techno, Phil. They want to kill him for what he did to L’manburg.” his eyes widened at that, and he looked outside and saw that contraption they were planning on using to execute Technoblade “We have to go, if they can’t get me, then I sure as hell know they’ll be coming after you.” he looks at her one more time before nodding.

“You’re right, let’s get the hell out of here.” they nod, and they turn to leave but [F/N] froze when she saw the Butcher Army right outside Philza’s door.

“She’s here!” she heard Fundy shout, he swings the door open but let out a cry when she punched him in the face again then slamming the door shut “Ah, dammit! Again!”

“Sorry, nobody’s home!” she shouts, pulling out the Obsidian again and using that to block the door before grabbing a hold of Philza’s hand and running up the stairs, blocking the entrance to the stairs then rushing over to the balcony, Philza shivered when he felt the cold wind blow through his feathers as his skin tensed up when the rain poured down on him.

“How are we going to get out of here?” she grins, pulling out two potions.

“I didn’t have enough time to grab a lot, but this’ll make do.” she says before sculling down the two potions, Philza looked at her and saw the particles that were coming off her after having drunk the Potions of Speed and Leaping. She flexes her arms before kneeling and picking Philza up bridal style and turning in the direction where Technoblade was, she takes a few steps back before charging forward and stepping onto the railing then leaping into the air a good few blocks “Phil! Message Techno of our problem!”

“They’re getting away!” she heard Tubbo shout, they both turn back and notice and notice that the Butcher Army started chasing after them.

“Hurry!” looking down, she noticed the message board appear.

<Ph1lza whispers to you> they know where you are, get ready old friend

“Technically they don’t.” he shrugs his shoulders, still focused on messaging Technoblade.

“Well, at least it’ll grab his attention.”

“Hmm, true.”

<Ph1lza whispers to you> better kiss your retirement goodbye

<Technoblade whispers to you> please elaborate!

<Ph1lza whispers to you> they’re after the compass

<Technoblade whispers to you> who?!

“You’re torturing the poor guy, Phil. Just tell him who.” they both laugh, Philza letting out whoa when she kneels down before kneeling down and launching up into the air. She let out a grunt when she landed on the ground and cautiously glanced over at how much time she had left until the potions ran out and she sucked in a breath when she noticed that it was almost over.

“You won’t get away!” Quackity shouts.

“Oh yeah, fucking watch me!” she retaliates before looking around and gritting her teeth, she leads them on a wild goose chase but when both effects of the potion run out, she leads them away before skidding to a stop when she was on the top of a building and the Butcher Army was right behind them. She turns to face them, still holding Philza close to her, and briefly glanced down at the fall below them. She wasn’t wearing any armor to take the damage of the fall and she didn’t have a Potion of Slow Falling; she didn’t even have a water bucket nor any blocks to reduce the damage.

“This is it, [F/N]! You’ve got nowhere to go!” Tubbo shouts “Just give us the location to Technoblade and we’ll be out of your hair.” they both shake their heads at the demand.

“And let you kill our longtime friend? Go to hell!” Philza shouts, [F/N] takes a step back when they took a step forward, she looks at her back then at the Butcher Army before glancing down at Philza.

“Hey, do you trust me, Phil?” she asks, he looks up at her.

“Do I trust you?” he says, he chuckles and lightly hits her chest “To the ends of the world and back.” she smiles softly at that.

“Then forgive me for not telling you sooner.”

“What?” the Butcher Army were confused when she turned her back to them, she takes a deep breath before taking a few steps back then jumping off the rooftop. The four behind her look at each other before rushing forward, they go to look over the ledge but stumble backwards when a bright orange blur shot up into the air. Looking up, their eyes widened at the sight of the blazing bright wings on her back that sizzled into steam whenever the droplets of rain landed on her, even the underside of her hair was burning a bright orange.

“Catch you later, losers.” she snickers before turning away, tucking her legs in before flying off with Philza secured tightly in her arms.

“No! No, no, no!” Quackity shouts out desperately as she flies off.

“Dammit! We lost the only two people close to Technoblade!” Fundy shouts, caressing his snout after being punched twice by [F/N], Ranboo nodded his head as he hunched down to fit in the umbrella Tubbo had just pulled out and used to shield Ranboo from the rain. Sure, he was wearing armor, but it still hurt to be in the rain.

“Did any of you guys know that she could fly?” they all shook their heads.

“Not a clue.” Quackity growls, his fist turning white with how hard he was gripping his axe.

“To think she was actually a phoenix hybrid.”

[with [F/N]]

“You can fly?!” Philza shouts, watching as she weaves through the tree, flapping every so often to give herself some more leverage. She lets out a grunt when she felt Philza move around in her grip, trying to get a closer look at the blazing bright wings on her back “Why didn’t you tell us that you could fly, [F/N]?! We’ve known each other for years, and you didn’t bother to mention the fact that you had wings and that you were a rare type of hybrid!” she grits her teeth, wincing when the cold of the icy winds of the tundra biome blew in her face.

“I have personal reasons as to why I never mentioned it, and I wanted to keep it that way for as long as I could.” she reasoned.

“But Techno and I have been your friends for so long, don’t you think we’re an exception?!” she sighs at that, lighting up slightly at the sight of Technoblade’s house in the middle of, quite literally, nowhere.

“I understand that you’re upset, Phil, but I’ve been living in fear over the fact that I’m this type of hybrid for so long that I didn’t have the courage to speak up about it, let alone show it.” she could see Technoblade’s figure frantically rushing around in his home as he was gathering up materials and such “I’ll tell you properly when we meet up with Techno, I promise you.” he narrows his eyes on her before nodding.

“Well, alright, as long as you explain.”

“I have no choice, do I?”

“Not at all.” they chuckle at that, making light of the situation at hand. When she was close enough to Technoblade’s home, she pulled back slightly so that her feet were directed at the ground before slowly lowering herself to the ground, as she set Philza to the ground, the door to the house was kicked open and Technoblade revealed himself fully armored and equipped with his axe and several potions.

“I’m ready!” he shouts but stops himself when he saw that it was only Philza and [F/-- he did a double take at the sight of the bright orange wings that were attached to her back that settled and folded itself as they both approached Technoblade “I’m glad that you two are safe, but what the hell are those wings?! Since when could you fly, [F/N]?!” she purses her lips, she raises her hand before hugging herself when the cold wind blew past them and through her feathers, causing her to shiver.

“Can we talk inside? I’m quite sensitive to the cold, and I was just in the rain so that doesn’t make my situation any better.” they nod their heads; [F/N] was currently standing in front of the fireplace as she used her wings to warm herself up.

“Now then,” turning her head, she frowned softly when the two had their arms crossed with stern looks on their face “care to tell us as to why you never mentioned you were a hybrid and that you told us that you were just a human?” she frowned again, she hugs herself before turning and giving her full attention to the two.

“As you can clearly tell, I’m a phoenix hybrid. Unlike most humans and hybrids, we are born with a single canon life, but it’s infinite.” she lifts her hands and a ball of fire appeared in the palm of her head, she stared at it before closing her hand and letting her entire hand blaze into fire “Our species is rare as is, but back in the day, there were so many of us we had our own little country all to ourselves. We were mostly known for the fact that our flame/feathers could heal any wounds imaginable, whether it was minor or extremely severe, it didn’t matter; our flames could heal it to the point it wasn’t even injured in the beginning.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you hid the fact that you could fly.”

“I’m getting there.” she stares at the flame a little longer before waving her hand and putting the flame out, she then brought her hands up and hugged herself once more, now beginning to tremble profusely, not due to the cold, but rather out of fear “We were hunted down like animals, used for farming our feathers in order to sell on the black market. When we resisted, they slaughtered us without hesitation.” soon tears of lava were running down her cheeks “But we are phoenixes! Our gift is that we can be reborn when we die, rising from the ashes into a newer body! But those hunter bastards found a way to keep us from coming back!” she falls to her knees, her hands gripping onto her head “I was afraid! I didn’t want to die! I didn’t want to be hunted down like some fucking sport, out on display like a goddamn trophy! So I hid, I hid the fact that I was a phoenix no matter how much it pained me that I could no longer fly into the sky anymore!” she then raised her head to the look up at the two “But I couldn’t let them get to you, Techno, or you, Phil. You two are the people I trust the most, so I swallowed up my fear and revealed what I am to the world.” she then lowered her head once more “But I still can’t help but be so afraid... I don’t want to die, there’s still so much that I want to do.” she whimpered out.

“ [F/N]...”

“Now do you understand why I never spoke about it? Why I never brought it up?” she sniffled to herself and stood in silence before letting out a quiet gasp when Technoblade approached her and wrapped his broad arms around her, she looked up at him and noticed her was trembling himself, but rather, out of anger.

“You don’t have to fear anything anymore, because we won’t let those bastards hunt you down.” Philza nodded his head, approaching them both and placing his hand on her shoulder, she looks over at him and sees him giving her a reassuring look.

“He’s right, as long as we’re here, nothing will get to you.” he then leans closer and wraps his wings around them both “You no longer have to fear death now that you have us.” she sniffles again before breaking out into a sob, wrapping her arms around Technoblade’s shoulder as she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry I never told you guys.” she whimpers out as she tightens her grip on him.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. We understand.” she then gasps as she pushes herself away when she realized that her tears were actually burning Technoblade.

“O-Oh no! I’m so sorry, I-I can’t control my tears!” she exclaims, he shrugs.

“I’m telling you, it’s fine.” she sighs softly.

“But...”

“Like I said, it’s fine. Besides, I can use a Potion of Regeneration to heal this.” she perks up slightly at that before turning to look at Philza, who raised a brow at the expression on her face.

“What?”  

“I mentioned this before, we phoenixes were well known mostly for our flames/feathers that were capable of healing injuries to the point they weren’t even there in the first place.” she approaches him and gently grabs his injured wing and lifts it up “How about I heal your wing for you?” his eyes widened at the suggestion “I’ve been wanting to heal it for so long, but I never had the courage of mentioning it.” she giggles softly at the eagerness in his eyes.

“Y-Yes... yes please.” she nods.

“Alright, but it’s gonna hurt.” she opens her wings and gestures to them “It’s still fire, but it’s more effective than using it as an ingredient for a potion.” he groans slightly at the news.

“Please be gentle.” she grins.

“No promises.” he grumbles, right now, they cleared everything out of the room so that it wasn’t in the way and Philza was currently shirtless with his back to [F/N] and Technoblade kneeling in front of him with his arms wide open, just in case Philza needed to hold anything “I’m not going to lie to you Phil, I haven’t done this in a long time and I’m no healer, but I do remember how to do it and that it’s going to hurt like a bitch.” he groans again.

“Can I back out now?” she giggles, plucking one of her feathers out.

“Nope.” Technoblade chuckles.

“Don’t worry, Phil, I’ve got you.” he groans as he reaches forward and wraps his arms under Technoblade’s arms and shakily gripping his shoulders, Technoblade wrapping his arms around his waist and reassuringly patting his lower back “You’ve got this, just take deep breaths.” he did so, trembling slightly as his breathing was shaky.

“Alright,” Philza winced at that, flinching and screwing his eyes shut as he hears her clap her hands with her feather in between them before her hands to her elbows were engulfed in a bright orange flame “I’ll count to three.” his shakily nods his head again, opening his wings slightly.

“O-Okay.” she exhales deeply through her nose.

“One... two...” she waits, Philza licks his lips and takes a deep breath himself.

“T-Three...” the only thing Philza could feel after that was an excruciating pain of his wings on fire, he immediately lets out a blood curdling scream, crying out in pain as he dug his nails into Technoblade’s shoulders, [F/N]’s eyes widened when she noticed that he was moving too much.

“Christ, Techno!” he flinches, looking up at [F/N] and noticed that she had a bead of sweat bleeding down her cheek as she tried to steady herself “I need you to keep Phil still! I’m losing my concentration with how much he’s moving around!”

“But he’s in pain!”

“If I don’t use the flames to heal what’s been broken, I’ll end up burning him instead!” Technoblade gasped at and looked down at Philza, he sucked in a breath before tightening his grip around Philza and resting his chin on top of his head.

“I know, I know it hurts, Phil, but you got to keep it together! The more you move, she’ll do more damage!” Philza whimpers.

“It hurts...” he lets out another cry when he felt the bones in his wings snap into place and start growing into the proper length as flesh grows over it and slowly feathers start sprouting out.

“I know it hurts, Phil, but I’m almost done! I promise you! And you’ll feel all better once I’m done!” she shouts as her hands got closer and started putting his wings into shape, using her flames to bring back what was burnt away and destroyed after shielding Wilbur and himself from the explosion “With this... we... are... done!” she shouts, throwing her hands to the side and watches as the remaining flames on her forearms linger on his wings and heal the little patches that she missed. Philza was gasping for air before throwing his wings open, flapping them a little as [F/N] opens her hands then closes them into a fist to extinguish the flames.

“Well done, Phil, well done.” he was panting heavily, finally loosening his hold on Technoblade and collapsing in his arms completely, his wings dropping limp behind him in the process.

“Weee...” he moaned out, [F/N] laughed gently before going over to him, kneeling and patting his head.

“And with that, I’m done.” his wings twitched a little as she looks down at what used to be broken, she smirks to herself “I fucking love myself.” she gently caressed his wing with her knuckles “It looks like it was never broken to begin with.”

“Tha... Thank you...” she hummed, now reaching over and gently brushing his blonde locks out of his face.

“For you, the world.” and with that he slowly lost consciousness, Technoblade rises to his feet with Philza in his arms, he looks down at [F/N] and goes to say something but was caught off guard when [F/N] collapsed backwards with a hand to her head. Only then did he realize just how pale she looked and how she was trembling slightly, beads of sweat visible on her face and exposed arms, even the flames of her wings and the underside of her hair have dulled a bit.

“[F/N]! Are you alright?”  she weakly waved her hand to dismiss his concern.

“Don’t worry about it, Techno. Healing a wound as severe as his was takes a lot out of me, especially if I haven’t done it in a long time. Just throw me in some fire and I’ll be just fine.”  

“But...” she smiles up at him.

“Just take care of Phil for now, he needs you more than I do.” he swallows thickly before nodding his head, he quickly rushes to his room and sets Philza in his bed, making sure he was as comfortable as possible before rushing back down where he left [F/N], only to panic when he couldn’t see her anywhere. At the sound of the crackling of the fire, he turned his head and jumped slightly at the sight of [F/N] curled up into a ball while relaxing in the middle of his fireplace.

“Jesus!” he shouts in surprise; she twitched slightly and opened her eyes and smiled tiredly at the sight of Technoblade, he settles down and takes a seat in front of the fireplace, Steve making an appearance and huddled behind the piglin hybrid so he could enjoy the warmth of [F/N], who was much hotter than the fireplace “How did you manage to fit yourself in there?” she giggles softly.

“I managed...” he chuckles as that and leans back into Steve, letting himself get comfortable as [F/N] turns herself to look up at Technoblade.

“Um...” she hummed, indicating for him to continue and that she was listening “thank you for, healing Phil.” she raised a brow at that.

“I mean, of course. Like I said before, since I knew that I was able to heal him, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time, but I never had the courage to bring it up. I also didn’t want to make a potion because it wouldn’t have been as effective as doing it by hand.” she then rolled her wrist “But I’m also not a healer, like I said, but I couldn’t stand not giving it a try.” Technoblade raises a brow.

“Not a healer? Then what were you?” she chuckles softly, feeling a little embarrassed bringing up the past.

“Well, uh... I was a Warrior training to protect my odyssey.” his eyes widened in shock “I was one of the best as well, but after those hunters found a way to kill us permanently, our only choice was to flee instead of fight back. We couldn’t afford all of us being hunted down, we couldn’t go extinct, so we went into hiding.” she then sighs “As far as I know, I’m the last there is... but I hope not and that the others are hiding as well.” he nods his head.

“... can you tell me more about your culture?” she stares at him before a bright smile spread across her face, finally, she’s been wanting to discuss about her culture with someone for so long and it makes her happy that Technoblade wants to learn. The two hybrids didn’t even notice how long they’ve been talking for, Technoblade asking various questions while [F/N] happily answered each one of them with detailed answers. He goes to ask some more questions but stops when he notices her wanting to get up, so he quickly backs up, Steve doing the same thing and they both watch as she stretches and flexes her wings back while stretching her arms above her head.

“Ah... that was something I really needed.” she then giggles softly “Sometimes when no one was around, I would go into the Nether and bathe in the lava or relax in the fire. The Nether is where I truly feel like I can be myself.” he lifts his head, nodding slightly while letting out an oh.

“So that’s where you go most of the time I can’t find you.” she rubs the back of her head, a sheepish grin on her face.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” she then let out a hum when she noticed something through his trapdoor window, peering outside she raised a brow at the sight “Hmm? Is that Ghostbur?” Technoblade perks up at the mention of the ghost and he looks out as well, squinting his eyes at the man.

“He’s just standing there...” he muttered “I don’t know what Ghostbur’s doing out there.” she nods before pushing the trapdoor open and cupping her mouth.

“Ghostbur! What are you doing out there?” she shouts, she notices him smile as he approaches the house.

“Hello?” he calls.

“Hello.” Technoblade greets back as [F/N] waves her hand.

“Tech-- hi, Techno and [F/N]! How’s it going?” they both back away, closing the trapdoor, and go over to the front door and open it for the ghost. Technoblade going outside while [F/N] stayed inside the house but leaned against the doorframe “Hi, I’m-- I’m, I’m here. I was-- I was coming through the area and... oh! [F/N], are those wings?” she hums at that, flapping them a little show him.

“Yeah, they are.” he claps his hands.

“Oh, how wonderful! Now you’re like Phil!” she hums again, nodding her head.

“That’s right.” they both couldn’t help but laugh gently at how happy Ghostbur looked, he then grabbed a hold of her hand and pointed with his other at a sheep with its wool dyed blue.

“Look, look! It’s a sign.” she chuckles “Blue!”

“Right, blue.” he starts to chatter before stopping a lighting up a bit.

“You know, when I was in the area, I saw a couple of people around.” this caused the two to freeze up.

“Hmm?” both she and Technoblade look at each other “Ghostbur, can you tell us who exactly you saw?” he hums at that, looking up in thought to remember just who exactly he saw.

“If I remember correctly... it was that Tubbo, Big Q, Fundy and the new guy Ranboo.” the two hybrids freeze up at that before going into a state of panic.

“Oh, shit!” she curses “They must’ve followed me without me even realizing it! I’m so sorry, Techno!” he shakes his head as he rushes inside, [F/N] following closely behind.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fully prepared.” he then turns and places a hand on her shoulder “And now I have you by my side.” she stared up at him before they both nod, he prepares himself once more, armoring up and making a few more potions, [F/N] doing the same as they both rush around his house. Ghostbur places a finger on his lip as he watches the two scurry to prepare themselves for the battle that’s about to come, [F/N] was in the middle of putting on a Netherite Chest Plate, now being mindful of her wings, when Ghostbur approached her.

“Are you alright, [F/N]?” she raises a hand.

“Ghostbur, now it a terrible time.” he tilts his head when he notices the distress in her voice as she rushes past him and grabs a couple more potions.

“Please, please. Have some blue, come here.” she pauses at that as he approached her and offered her some blue dye, she stared at it for a good few seconds before sighing softly, she sheathes the sword at her hip and takes the blue.

“Thank you for the blue, Ghostbur.” he nods, a blue blush rushing to his cheeks as a bright smile appeared.

“Blue will make you happy! It’ll make you feel better!” he takes her hand in his “Are you feeling better, [F/N]?” she nods.

“Yes, thank you, Ghostbur.” his smile never faded away, Technoblade then appeared behind her and grabbed her shoulder tightly.

“Are you almost ready, [F/N]?” she nods, putting her Netherite Helmet on “Okay, Ghostbur, I need you to take that sheep and get as far away as possible.” she nods once more before peeking her head over Technoblade’s shoulder.

“Hide over a hill or something!” she suggests after throwing Ghostbur a lead.

“O-Okay!” they watch as he goes outside and towards the sheep, attaching the lead to the sheep and leading it away “Come here blue boy. Okay, bye, bye Techno and [F/N]! H-Have fun preparing for the-- for the event.”

“Alright.” Technoblade goes back into the house as [F/N] waves Ghostbur goodbye, she takes a breath before staring down at the blue in her hand, she sighs and pockets it before going over to where Technoblade was and saw him staring out the trapdoor windows. She started doing the same before a sudden realization washed over her and she gasped as she grabbed him by the forearm, looking up at Technoblade, who looked down at her in surprise at the sudden gasp.

“Techno, what are we going to do about Phil?” she asks, his eyes widened at that, and he looks up at where his room was “He’s practically a sitting duck, even if he does wake up, he’ll be ridiculously weak and fatigued. That took a lot out of him.”  

“... he’ll be fine. As long as we keep them out of the house, they won’t be able to find him.”

“But they know I brought him with me.”

“But what they don’t know is that he’s out cold. All they know is that he’s here, but he could purposely be out of sight so that we can get the upper hand on them.” [F/N] knew that he was just as nervous as she was, neither of them wanted to leave Philza on his own and that he was only saying that to reassure himself, so she nodded her head and placed her hands on his forearm.

“Alright... as long as we keep them out of the house.” he nods.

“Then no harm comes to Phil.” they both nod, they both then turn their heads at the sound of chatter, their eyes widened at the sight of Ghostbur talking to the Butcher Army “Oh god, that plan to have Ghostbur hide over the hills did not work!” she shakes her head.

“Not at all!” she slaps her hands over her face “Urgh, Ghostbur!” she groans out, [F/N] was over Technoblade’s shoulder as they look through the trapdoor and watch Ghostbur’s interaction with the Butcher Army, they both gasp when Ghostbur looks at them.

“No, no! Don’t make eye contact with me—no, don’t wave at me Ghostbur! No, no! Do not wave at me!” [F/N] slaps her hands over her face again as she shook her head.

“Oh no, they’re punching him. No, oh no... Ghostbur you’re on your own.”

“We can’t save you, Ghostbur.” Ghostbur then starts walking over to them “Oh this is not good—no, no! Don’t walk over to us! Don’t lead them over to us! Oh—I’m starting to hate this guy so bad. I hate this guy so bad.” [F/N] just groans as she presses her hand to her forehead once again when Ghostbur starts waving his hand, Tubbo, Fundy and Ranboo behind him while Quackity was beside him with an axe in hand.

“Hey, hey Technoblade! [F/N]! The—They say they’re going to kill you, Technoblade.” he presses a finger to his cheek as he looks back at them “I’m not so sure about [F/N], but--” Technoblade shook his head as he opened the door and looked at Ghostbur.

“Ghostbur-- Ghostbur, why are you—why are you leading them over to my house? Why are you doing this?” Ghostbur looks back at the Butcher Army then back at them.

“What do you want me to say back to them?” [F/N] was over Technoblade’s shoulder again as she points at them.

“Tell them that we’re not here and to fuck off!” Technoblade nods his head.

“Yeah, tell them that they’re at the wrong place.” Ghostbur tilts his head to the side.

“But that would be lying.”

“I-I—I need you to—they're going to kill me! Why are you not okay with lying?!” they both look over and sigh “And they’re all here, they’re all here. They’re all right outside my house.”

“Oh my god...” [F/N] grabs Ghostbur by his arm and pushes him behind her before grabbing him by the arms and pulling him close “Ghostbur, hiding from them is not an option anymore.” she swallows thickly as she looks up at the house then back at him “Ghostbur, I need you to do me huge favor, okay? It’s really important, so you can’t mess this up, okay?” he nods his head, watching as she kept looking back at Technoblade and the Butcher Army then back at him.

“Oh! Of course, of course! I can do anything!” she nods her head.

“I need you to look after Phil.” she whispers softly just so the conversation was between them “Phil is in the house and he’s very weak, Techno and I can’t look after him right this very moment because of the Butcher Army. I need you to go into the house and keep Phil safe no matter what, if someone comes knocking on the door that’s neither Techno or I, don’t open the door. Phil’s life is your top priority.” Ghostbur nods his head.

“Yes, yes! I can do that! I can most definitely do that, [F/N]!” she nods with a nervous smile before pushing himself slightly towards the door.

“Good, then please, keep an eye on Phil.” he nods before trotting into the house, closing the door behind him for extra measure. She takes a breath before looking back over at Technoblade and saw that he was trying to calm down the four that were ready to take his life, telling them that he’s changed, but they just weren’t listening. She exhales sharply before spreading her wings and flying up, Technoblade heard this, so he stretched his arm out and watched as [F/N] perched herself on his arm, kneeling and glaring at the Butcher Army while resting her hand on his head.

“[F/N]! Are you going to fight by his side?!” Tubbo shouts, her gaze hardened on the young boy.

“Technoblade is my greatest friend, there’s nothing you can do or say that will sway my mind.” Quackity sneers at her before raising his axe and pointing it at her.

“So, you are going to betray L’manburg? You are going to betray us? You aren’t going to defend the country that you helped build with Wilbur?!” she closes her eyes at the thought before shaking her head, that was nothing more than a distant memory now, she narrows her eyes on him.

“L’manburg died alongside Wilbur. The L’manburg Tubbo is governing is nothing more than a graveyard that should’ve been left untouched.” she spreads her wings open as she takes out her enchanted Netherite Sword “If you want Technoblade, you’re gonna have to go through me.” he grins.

“You’re gonna have to go through us!” she hops off his shoulders and hovers behind him as she readies her Netherite Sword, Technoblade smirks as he grabs two potions and lifts them over his head “I choose blood!” he shouts before throwing the two potions, a Potion of Strength and Swiftness, to the ground and it splashes on the both of them, this caused the Butchery Army to take a step back.

“No!”

“Oh no!” she and Technoblade look at each other and they nod, she hovers backwards before flying up high then diving down towards Fundy, blade pulled back and arm stretched out. Fundy notices her aiming towards him so he let out a startled yip and started running away but she didn’t let up as she pulled her arm back and swung it at him, he had enough time to turn around and parry her attack but she put enough strength into the swing that she sent him flying backwards and into a tree.

“Hoo wah!!” she shouts before encasing her sword in fire then bringing it up and above her head, she then swings it down and a wave of fire was sent flying towards Fundy. His eyes widened at the attack and immediately he scrambles to his feet and flees to dodge the intense attack, he felt his body start to tremble at the sight of the trees ingulfed in flames before turning his attention back towards [F/N] and saw she had a tight grip on her sword as she glared at him ”Next time, I won’t miss.” she then kneels down, pressing a hand to the snow covered ground and digging her feet into the ground before shooting towards him. Technoblade let out a whistle at the sight of [F/N] practically chasing after Fundy and swinging her sword at him, waves of fire following with every swing.

“Damn... [F/N]! We’ve totally got to spar in the future to determine who’s the stronger one between us two hybrids.” she laughs at that, grabbing Fundy by the back of his neck and slamming his head into Tubbo’s, who was brave enough to some charging over to help his fellow hybrid friend out, only to be a burden and have Fundy thrown into him.

“I believe it’ll end like how all our other spars have ended, Techno! With a draw!” she answers back, watching as he easily dodged Ranboo and Quackity’s attacks, flat side of his sword to block Quackity’s axe, throwing it to the side before punching him in the face then going for Ranboo. He shook on the spot when the eyes of a predator were trained on him and he tried to attack, only for Technoblade to grab the shaft of the axe and take it off him, using it himself to hit the younger boy with the blunt side of the axe and send him into the ground “Ah, we should fight battles together more often!” she cheers, grabbing the two she was fighting and throwing them towards Technoblade. He lets out a laugh at the suggestion as he ducked, letting the two get thrown into Ranboo and Quackity, who managed to pick themselves up, only to fall to the ground once more when Fundy and Tubbo were thrown at them.

“We really should, it’s like light exercise.” she hums with a nod.

“It really is.” she then looks at her back, flapping her wings “I need it the most, it’s been so long since I’ve fought with my wings out; I’m a bit rusty.”  

“Ah, that makes sense.” she nods once more, charging forward as he ducks down once more. She jumps over him, her hand on his back as she kicked Quackity across the face when he managed to get up and tried to strike Technoblade, only for [F/N] to intercept. She lets out a laugh as she does a roll before standing to her feet, jumping up and down a couple times before approaching Technoblade once more, he raises his hand and she doesn’t hesitate to slap her hand against his.

“It’s fun fighting by your side, Techno.” his gaze softens at that.

“It’s good to have someone fighting BY my side.” her eyes widened softly at that before she frowns, she then lightly smacks him on the shoulder.

“Remember this, Techno. Phil and I will always be by your side, no matter the consequences. Till the end of days, we will always stand by your side.” he smiles softly at that; however, the moment was rudely ruined when a blade pierced through her chest. Technoblade’s eyes slowly widened at the sight as blood slowly dribbling out of her mouth, she looked down at the blade through her chest as blood started seeping out of her body and bleeding into her shirt “Wow... would you look at that. That doesn’t look good.”  

“[F/N]!” he shouts, he looks behind her and saw that it was Tubbo that stabbed her. The sight of his friend being stabbed; the sight of her blood, it made him see red and the voices in his head were going absolutely crazy.

[F/N]

[F/N]

HE HURT OUR FRIEND

KILL THE CHILD

HE DOESN’T DESERVE MERCY

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD

BLOOD

“BLOOD!!” Technoblade shouts before pulling out his sword and charging towards him, Tubbo stumbled back as he pulled out his axe from his inventory, raising it up to block each and every one of Technoblade’s brutal swings, but he couldn’t stop himself from falling onto his back.

“Big Q do something!” he shouts, raising his axe one more time to block Technoblade’s sword from slicing his face “Big Q!” he growls and pulls his sword back one more time and goes to deliver the final blow but was blocked when a sword came into view and stopped him from striking Tubbo’s head, another growl rumbled in his throat as he whipped his head over to glare at the figure who dare stop him but froze at the sight.

“Stop! Stop, Technoblade!” it was [F/N], still with the sword lodged in her chest, as she used her sword to block his attack “You don’t need to go feral, Techno! I’m fine.” he looks her up and down, his eyes just trained on the sword still in her chest.

“How are you...?” she just grins, pulling away and reaching back. She let out a grunt as she struggled with the angle she was at before letting out a grunt, spitting out some more blood when she pulled the sword out of her chest. He lets out a sputter of words as he dropped the sword, raising his hands and reaching towards her in case something happens “[F-F/N]! What are you--” he cut himself off when her grin widens as she nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders as a flame burns over where she was stabbed as her blood sizzled away.

“I see you forgot what kind of hybrid I was, Technoblade.” she then pats her chest, raising her foot to slam it against Tubbo’s chest when he tried to get up “Wounds like these have no effect on me. See?” she grabs his wrist and gently places his hand on where she was just stabbed, he starts patting her chest before letting out a relieved sigh.

“A warning would’ve been appreciated, [F/N].” she shrugs.

“Well, I was going to tell you, but you went into a blood frenzy.” they both laugh.

“Technoblade! [F/N]!” they both turn their heads to the call and their eyes widened at the sight, Quackity was holding the lead to Technoblade’s most prized horse Carl with the blade of his sword at his neck, both Technoblade and herself lift their blades and point it in the direction of where Quackity was, though [F/N]’s foot was still pressed firmly on Tubbo’s chest to keep him pinned.

“You get away from that horse right now!” Technoblade shouts.

“This is how this is going to go, Technoblade. Because of how gracious I am, I only want you. I will let [F/N] go as long as you drop everything you have and come with us, if you don’t, I am going to kill this fucking horse.” [F/N] looked up at Technoblade and noticed his hesitance, her eyes then moved down to Tubbo and a smirk graces her lips.

“Or,” she starts, Tubbo gasps at the sight of a fire sparking in the palm of her hand before engulfing her entire arm, he flinches and his eyes widened when she points her hand directly at his face “you let Carl go and leave, or I kill Tubbo in cold blood.” Fundy and Ranboo take a step forward.

“You wouldn’t! He only has one canon life left!” Fundy shouts.

“Wasn’t he a brother to you?!” Ranboo adds, she glares over at them.

“Well, you’re threatening one of my greatest friends, so I can’t help but take drastic measures into my own hands.” she looked down at Tubbo and he flinched when he noticed that she wasn’t fucking around, he grips her ankle and gives her a desperate look.

“Y-You... you wouldn’t.” his face slowly drops when she sneers at him.

“For Technoblade? I would.” she then turns back to Quackity “Make your choice, Quackity! Give us the horse, or I kill Tubbo.” there was a tense silence between the six of them, the blazing and crackling of [F/N]’s fire was the only thing that could be heard as Quackity was lost in thought. Fundy and Ranboo were holding their breaths, not knowing whether they should approach [F/N] to get her to stop, but Technoblade was still standing beside her, and who knows what will happen if they try anything “Come on, Quackity, make your decision or else I’m melting his face off.” Technoblade looked down at [F/N] and noticed that she was indeed hesitating, telling by the bead of sweat bleeding down her cheek as she glared at the man threatening her friend.

‘I’m not actually going to burn his face off. I’m going to use a low temperature flame just to scare him enough to get them to back off, but Quackity is crazy enough to gamble with the lives of others just to benefit himself.’ her eyes narrowed on Quackity when she saw him lower his axe, his eyes looking side to side in thought ‘This will be enough to get you to reveal your true colors towards the other three following your lead and get them to question your ideals, Quackity. So, hurry up and make your choice.’

“Well, sorry Tubbo,” their eyes widened when they saw Quackity raise his axe over Carl’s neck “just know that your death was for the greater good of L’manburg.”

“Quackity!” they all shout, she grits her teeth before moving her arm away from Tubbo’s face and blasting a wave of fire at Quackity, this caused Technoblade to grab her arm and pull it down.

“Are you crazy?! You’ll hit Carl, too!” she shook her head as both Quackity and Carl were engulfed in flames.

“No, I was using a low temperature flame the whole time, so it should only warm them up.” she closes her hands into a fist when Quackity hadn’t let go of Carl’s lead, she was hoping it would startle him enough to get him to let go of the lead, but that hadn’t been the case as Quackity’s laughter rung throughout the entire area as he walked through the flames.

“I knew you didn’t have the balls to kill Tubbo, that’s why I gambled with his life.” she let out a grunt when Tubbo shoved her foot off his chest, stumbling into Technoblade’s arms, she watched as Tubbo scrambled to his feet and over to where Fundy and Ranboo were “And now you’ve lost your leverage against us. This is checkmate.” both she and Technoblade felt their shoulder gradually lower.

“Still think we can take them?” she asks, he shakes his head.

“Not without any harm coming to Carl.” she nods her head.

“Sorry for messing up, Techno.” he lets out a sigh as he shook his head once more.

“No, it’s not your fault, we just didn’t know how far Quackity would take things just to get his way.” she still lowers her head, she was getting ready to peel off her armor when Technoblade got in front of her “You only want me, right? Let [F/N] go and I’ll come willingly and unarmed.” this caused her eyes to widen, grabbing his arm and making him look down.

“No, Techno! You’ll die!”

“What are you saying, [F/N], Technoblade never dies.”

“Then what about Phil? What do I tell him that I let his greatest friend go and get executed?! I don’t have the heart to tell him that, Techno!” slowly, tears of lava starting to swell in her eyes once more before she let out a gasp when Technoblade pulled her into his arms and hugged her. She shook her head as she wrapped her arms around him, but she let out a grunt when Technoblade tightened his grip on her to the point that he rendered her unconscious and limp in his arms.

“It’s a shame you won’t be able to get a say in the matter, [F/N], so please don’t blame yourself for my choice.” he picks her up bridal style and looks towards Quackity “You want me, right? So just leave [F/N] alone, and I’ll come without a fight.” Quackity’s finger tapped the throat of his axe, looking up in thought before shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh, what the heck, fine. Ranboo, take [F/N] from him and put her inside.” Ranboo seemed to hesitate, he looked at Technoblade and flinched when he saw him growl at him, but he reluctantly approached the duo. He watched as Technoblade’s facial expressions morphed into one that was ready to bite his fingers off to one that looked so gentle and soft, when [F/N] was in his arms, he couldn’t help but let out a grunt with how heavy she was... maybe it was the amount of armor she was wearing or how heavy her wings are “Hurry it up, Ranboo, we don’t have all day!” Quackity shouts, he nods his head and quickly rushes inside to place [F/N] down in front of the fire, he made sure she was comfortable before rushing out and came back to see Technoblade stripped out of her armor while Fundy and Tubbo tying Technoblade up with ropes “You’re back, great.”

“She hadn’t made a fuss.” Quackity nods his head.

“Good, good.” he then waves his hand as he approached them “We got what we came for, so let's get outta here. We’ve got a long walk ahead of us.”

[with [F/N]]

“Techno!!” [F/N] woke up with a gasp, shooting us from where she was laying down and shouted out Technoblade’s name, she looked around in confusion and noticed that she was inside his house, and yet he was nowhere to be seen and the only source of light was her. She immediately stood to her feet and rushed out the door, her heart dropped at the sight of the aftermath of their battle and they were nowhere to be seen. She spreads her wings and flies up into the sky and looks around, trying to look for any sign of where Technoblade and the Butcher Army and how far they went while she was out for god knows how long “Come on… come on, come on, come on! Where are you? You couldn’t have gotten far…”

“[F/N]!” she looked down and noticed that it was Ghostbur that called her name, he had his bright smile on his face while that blue sheep was by his side, she purses her lips when she noticed that he was waving for her to come down so she let out a sigh before flying down, he smiles at her when she landed on the ground, bouncing on her feet as she looked at him “I kept Phil safe, like you asked! He’s still sleeping as we speak, but I believe he should be waking up any time soon.” he let out an oh when he realized that [F/N] was shaking on the spot, it couldn’t be due to the cold, her body was pumping on adrenaline and her body was made of fire. He takes a step forward and cups her cheeks when he noticed that tears were threatening to spill from her eyes as she shook in anger and despair, he caresses her cheeks with his thumbs, pursing his lips and humming softly when blue dyed smeared onto her cheeks.

“I lost him, Ghostbur. They’re going to kill him, and it’s all my fault...” she lets out a gasp “What am I going to tell Phil? Oh god, what am I going to tell him?” he continues to caress her cheeks as he watches her get ready to start crying, she lets out an oof when he squishes her face and pulls her forward, making her stumble forward because of the sudden jerk of movements.

“Phil will be upset, surely he will, but he will also be happy to know that you fought by Techno’s side to the very end in order to protect him.” he shakes his head lightly “It’s not entirely the end of the world, [F/N]. There should still be time to go get him.” she nods her head.

“Y-You’re right...” she sniffles, pulling away and wiping away her tears before they could burn the ghost, chuckling softly when she looked down at her arm and sleeve and saw the blue dye from his hands on her cheeks and now her sleeve “I can totally beat them there and get the surprise on them.”

“You better count me in, then.” they both raise their heads, Ghostbur smiles and claps his hands while [F/N] gasped as she approached him.

“Phil, what are you doing out of bed?” she calls out as she starts nearing him, he raises his hand to stop her before giving her a stern look.

“It doesn’t matter, what matters right now is Technoblade.”

“I know that, but what could you possibly do? You should still be worn out after the healing, Phil.” he chuckles softly, she watches as he pulls out a potion before sculling it, she takes a step forward and noticed the immediate change the potion had on him as he stood up straight. She then stumbled backwards when his wings spread and stood out to their full length, she couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of his gorgeous wings returned to their former glory before they were burnt and damaged.

“A little potion should be more than enough to help me back to my feet.” he said as he stretched his arms and back, flapping his wings a couple times before turning towards [F/N] “Shall we get going?” she stares at him before smirking, tossing him a couple things before spreading her own wings.

“Lets.”

[at l’manburg, with technoblade] 

Walking up the steps to the cage that was to hold him in his cell for his execution was slowly dawning on him, each step he took felt heavy, almost as if he was trudging through ocean waters. It was unsettling that this was where he was going to die, what was upsetting was that neither Philza or [F/N], hell, even Tommy, wasn’t there to see him take his last breath. He was going to die alone with no one but his enemies to watch him, Fundy was the one to lock him in the cage and he turned around to face them as Tubbo took his spot on the podium to make his speech.

“Technoblade has robbed this country of what made it special; everything that defined what it was. He stepped in when he shouldn’t have. He caused chaos, he ruined the government! He— Punz is throwing fucking—“ Technoblade wasn’t bothered listening to the blubbering bullshit Tubbo was goin on about because it just meant nothing to him, but at the mention if Punz, he raised his head and saw the mercenary throwing an Ender Pearl down from where he was and made his appearance in the middle of it all. The Butcher Army was confused as to why he suddenly showed up but were taken aback when he threw down multiple potions to boost his own stats while causing a smoke screen, what really threw them in a loop was when he placed down TNT.

“Punz! What are you doing?!”

“Punz, stop!”

“Fucking get his ass!”

“I’ll— I’ll just sit here.” Technoblade muttered to himself, watching the chaos unfold as they all chased after Punz to stop him from doing what he was doing, Technoblade sighed to himself as he leaned against the steel bars of the cage “This is nice.”

“Technoblade.” he flinched slightly at the sound of a echoing voice, turning his head, he hummed softly at the sight of Ghostbur and that goddamn blue sheep right behind him, obediently following after him while nibbling on the hem of his yellow sweater “Technoblade!” he cheered once more, to which the latter pursed his lips as he slowly nodded his head.

“Hello Ghostbur.” he greets, rather calmly despite the fact he was about to die.

“I’ve named him— I’ve named him Friend.” he nods.

“That’s fantastic Ghostbur, that’s fantastic. I’m about to die Ghostbur.”

“Okay, fuck it. Fuck it!” Technoblade turned his attention away from Ghostbur when he heard Quackity shouting while rushing back over to where the lever was while the others dealt with Punz.

“Big Q, pull the lever!”

“Heh?!”

“Pull the lever!” Technoblade takes a step back, looking up at the wooden blank that kept him and the anvil intending to kill him away. The thumping in his heart was beating so fast that it was all he could hear, slowly, everything started going slow motion in his point of view. He opened up his inventory and pulled out the one item that he kept hidden from the Butcher Army that would surely save his life, but he also knew that it was going to hurt like a motherfucker. So, holding onto it with a grip that made his knuckles turn white, he closed his eyes shut and waited for the impact of the anvil to kill him. However, it never came and the only thing that followed was the sound of shouting and a loud crash, slowly opening his eyes, he raised his head and a shallow breath escaped his mouth as he looked up at the individual.

“What took you so long, [F/N]?” she only snickered, sitting on the edge of the cage with her legs crossed and an amused look on her face. What had happened was that she was waiting on the sidelines for the anvil to fall before flying over and kicking it away so that it wouldn’t land on Technoblade and kill him, tapped her cheek and gave him a bit of a cheeky grin “I was almost expecting you not to show up.” she laughed, throwing her head back.

“That’s mighty cruel of you, Techno. I believe if I were to let you die, Phil would kill me being dragging your ass out of the depths of hell.” he laughs at that.

“Yeah, I do expect him to do that.” the two share a laugh despite the dire situation they were both in, Tubbo now stood next to Quackity and looked over at the older man, flinching slightly at the angered and irritated expression on his face followed by a hint of nervousness.

“Why do you keep on interfering, [F/N]?! Don’t you know that we’re doing this for the greater good?!” she clicked her tongue at the reasoning, turning her head to sneer at him.

“The greater good? Is acting like Schlatt going to bring L’Manburg back to its former glory? What a fucking joke.” she only snickered when she noticed both he and Tubbo flinched at what she said, both probably having differents reasons as to why they reacted the way they did, telling by the faces they were making.

’Dammit, why the HELL is she always getting in the way?! The two of them alone are a force to be reckoned with, but now they’re together again.’ Quackity thought, closing his hand into a tight fist before glowering when [F/N] turned her gaze upon the four of them, not a hint of fear in her eyes ‘We should’ve killed her when we had the chance.’

”We still have the upper hand, Quackity!” Fundy shouts, rushing over to him and standing behind him “We still have Techno’s horse!” his composure slowly returned at the mention of that.

“Y-You’re right! You might be here, but all we need is that fucking horse is to keep you in line!” he shouts but the color in his skin began to drain out of his body when he noticed that she never dropped her confident expression, only now, she was even more amused.

“Oh, really? Then where is Carl?” she questions, they look over and noticed that the horse was gone, she soon killed before pressing a finger at her temple while giving them a psychotic expression “Are you stupid?! Are you that mentally subservient that you cannot think properly?! Hah! Did you really think I would interfere without being absolutely sure that the win was in my hands?” she then leans to her right while pointing to her right with her thumb “Dream was a dear and gave me a hand.” she cooed, they all look over and saw Dream holding the end of the lead to Carl as he led him away.

“Dammit! After him!” he shouts, they go to chase after him but came to an abrupt stop when [F/N] blasted a wave of fire in their tracks, they slowly look over and saw her sneering down at them.

“With that, we’ll finally be able to fight you without holding anything back.” at the mention of that, Technoblade perked his head up and looked up at her.

“[F/N], where’s Phil? Don’t tell me you left him alone at the house? I know that because Ghostbur is here with Friend.” she raised a brow at the mention of Friend? She glanced over and saw that he meant the blue sheep that was beginning to follow the forgetful ghost around, ah, so that’s what he called it.

“Haha! Don’t worry about it, Techno. He’s absolutely fine.”

“Yeah mate, I feel great.” he turned his attention away from [F/N] and a look of disbelief makes its way to his face at the sight of Philza slowly gliding down to the execution stage, he lands on the ground before reaching his hands through the bars and taking Technoblade’s hands “I’ve never felt better.” he lets out a weak chuckle, his head hanging before him as he shook it side to side.

“You’ve no idea how grateful I am to see you flying.” he grins.

“And we both know who we have to thank.” they both look over at her and saw her grinning before saluting them.

“And you know I’d do it again, yeah?” she gives them a soft smile “You guys are worth it all.” she then raises her hand, waving it over the bars of the cage and they melted. Technoblade takes a step out of the cage before offering his bound hands to her, she grabs the chains and they too melted because of the high temperatures that the palms of her hands were producing.

“Thanks for the save.” they pat his back.

“Any time, old friend.” both her and Philza place down Ender Chests filled with various potions, weapons and armor that would help them take down the Butcher Army in this second round. The winged duo step to the side, Philza to Technoblade’s left with [F/N] to his right, and they flare out their wings as Technoblade lowered his head to place his crown on his head before standing tall and he three of them glare down at the Butcher Army that were doing their best to keep their composure.

“Ah haha, did you really think, Quackity, that you could kill me?” Philza and [F/N] hovering off the ground before flying forward and taking down the other three, leaving Quackity for Technoblade, and they were having little to no trouble handling them. Hell, even Punz was a dear and was making it a three v three, their teamwork was absolutely flawless that the young trio were having a tough time landing a single hit on the other three that were giving them so much trouble. Quackity felt a bead of sweat roll down his cheek when he noticed that the tables had turned and now he was on the losing side, he growls and looks towards Technoblade before letting out a grunt when he jumped off the stage and kicked him back.

“You... you’ve done so much fucking damage!” he shouts, swinging his axe in an attempt to do some damage to the Blood God, only for it all to be in vain as Technoblade had no trouble dodging all his febble attempts. He glanced down at his sword before swapping it out for a diamond pickaxe, he waits for Quackity to swing it down on him, when the time came he raised his pickaxe to catch the underside of the axe then he jumped over the smaller man and threw the axe away before turning back around to face him with the pickaxe held tightly in his grip.

“I have a pickaxe Quackity, and I’ll put it through your teeth!” he shouts, keep to his word, he threw his arm up and the pointed side of the pickaxe came into contact with his face. [F/N] couldn’t help but wince at the sight of the pickaxe piercing through the entire left side of his face, from his bottom left side of his lip to the upper side of his eyebrow, she didn’t even need to wait to know that he wouldn’t be able to see through his left eye again.

[Quackity was slain by Technoblade]

“W-Wha-- Big Q was--” Fundy let out a grunt when he was kicked to the ground once more, he raised his head and his ears pressed against his head at the sight of the four glaring down at them with an indifferent expression on their faces. Punz didn’t stand by them but he was close as the winged duo flew over to Technoblade, [F/N] perching on his shoulder while Philza stood by his side with his wings folded by his back.

“I don’t think I need to say this, but you guys bringing me out of my retirement when I told you I had changed my ways... this only solidifies my reasoning's as to why the government needs to be destroyed.” he says in a monotone voice, throwing his blooded pickaxe over his free shoulder and the four of them glare down at the Butcher Army “I promise you this, the next time you dare come looking for me or even step foot onto my property again, I will make sure that there won’t BE a next time, got it?” they didn’t even wait for an answer when they walked past the frozen trio and left L’Manburg.

[outside of l’manburg]

“Oh, that was absolutely thrilling!” [F/N] cheered, hovering off the ground while clapping her hands, she then turned towards Punz and saluted him “Thanks for the help, mercenary boy.” he merely waves her off, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

“As long as the money is good, I could care less.” she rolled her eyes and threw down another Ender Chest, he opens it and his eyes let up at the sight of various diamond, gold and emerald blocks within it, he raises his head to question her but she raised her hand to stop him.

“The less you know, the better.” he gives her an OK gesture.

“Fine by me.” he puts the chest in his inventory and there Dream makes his appearance with Carl in toe, she and Philza hum at the sight of relief on Technoblade’s face as he rushes over, the two couldn’t hear the conversation between the two but she could just guess what he was saying to their friend, perhaps it was the same conversation the masked fellow had with her.

”I can already guess that the only reason as to why you’re helping Techno out of this pinch is because you want a favor?” she questioned after finding him and Punz watching the entire scenario of Technoblade’s execution from the rooftops of L’Manburg ”If you give me a hand, I’ll owe you a favor too.”

“Will you? I’m pretty sure you can handle this situation on your own.”

“What I want from you is for Punz to give me an extra hand, but for you to get Carl out of there.” she said, she leans forward to get a closer look at the situation, looking over to see Philza watching from a distance as well ”If a favor isn’t enough to pique your interest, I’ll double the amount you’re paying Punz.” now that definitely caught his interest.

”Really? Hell yeah, I’m in.” she then glances over at Dream, she could just tell that his eyes were on her wings, he lets out a hum before offering his hand towards her.

”Alright, you’ve got a deal. We’ll give you a hand, but you owe me a favor and you pay Punz double.” she nods her head, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake.

”Deal. My debt to you will go until it is paid.” when he was finished speaking with Technoblade, he turned to give her a look and gave her a satisfied nod when he saw her bow her head “Well, that went swimmingly, don’t you think? You didn’t even need to use that Totem of Undying, and you even managed to get a good nick out of Quackity! That was certainly satisfying.” Philza nodded his head as Technoblade jumped onto Carl’s back then rode off, going their separate ways from the two while [F/N] name and himself flew beside him.

“Certainly, and it feels fantastic to be able to fly again. Thanks again, [F/N]!” she winks at him. 

“No problem!” she then hums, bringing a hand to pinch her chin “But I do feel like we’ve forgotten something.”

...

...

“Oh shit, we forgot Ghostbur.”

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Is Wei Wuxian's Cultivation Actually Harmful to Him?

Throughout Wei Wuxian’s first life, he frequently argues with Lan Wangji over his cultivation. Lan Wangji believes that his cultivation will harm him and eventually destroy him, while Wei Wuxian insists that he has everything under control. Many readers take Lan Wangji’s warnings at face value, leading to the common fandom perception that demonic cultivation (more accurately, the ghost path) is inherently harmful to Wei Wuxian and that he should indeed give it up.

But does the text actually back that up, when we examine Wei Wuxian’s use of his cultivation? While Wei Wuxian does experience a few losses of control, I would argue that they are far more due to circumstances than anything else, and not a sign that the cultivating with resentful energy is inherently harmful to a cultivator’s body or that loss of control is an inevitable conclusion.

Preconceptions

Lan Wangji is the character who most often tries to tell Wei Wuxian that his cultivation is harmful. Immediately when Wei Wuxian returns from the Burial Mounds and meets Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji again while torturing Wen Chao, Lan Wangji expresses concern:

One against two, Lan WangJi still refused to back off. He gazed at Wei WuXian, “Wei Ying, for cultivating an evil path you would eventually have to pay. Throughout time, there has not been a single exception.”

Wei WuXian, “I can pay.”

Seeing how unconcerned he seemed to be, Lan WangJi lowered his voice, “The path would not only damage your body, but your heart as well.”

(Chapter 62, Exiled Rebels translation)

Now, Wei Wuxian’s path (guidao, the ghost path) is brand new. He invented it, being the first person to ever successfully cultivate using yuanqi, or the resentful energy of dead humans. So why does Lan Wangji speak so assuredly of the harm it can cause?

The term ‘cultivating an evil path’ is telling. Wei Wuxian’s cultivation is a new path, but there are other dark paths of cultivation which exist. The Nie sect’s sabres are an example; they absorb the killing intent and evil energy of the yao and guai they kill, and over time their sabres become more and more powerful but also lead the wielder closer and closer to an inevitable qi deviation.

Of course, Lan Wangji is not aware of the Nie sect’s technique, which is a strictly kept secret, at this point. Nie Mingjue only seems to have told Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao because they were his sworn brothers. But there are surely other paths like this which are publicly known.

We know about other dark rituals which are not part of Wei Wuxian’s ghost path, after all, and ‘backlash’ is a frequent risk, either due to making the user vulnerable or failing to fulfil the contract one agreed to.

The body sacrificing ritual which Mo Xuanyu uses, for example, will cause backlash if you fail to keep up your end of the deal.

It was an ancient, forbidden technique. Compared to an array, it resembled a curse more. The caster of the array injures themselves by creating incisions on their body, and draws the array and writes the incantations using their own blood, finishing by sitting in the center of the array. They can then summon an extremely villainous ghoul and ask for it to complete their wish. The price to pay was to offer their body to the evil spirit, with their own soul returning back to Earth.

This was the forbidden technique opposite to stealing another’s body—offering one’s body.

[...]

The difficult part was that, as soon as the evil spirit has taken over the body of the caster, the contract is sealed by default. The evil spirit must grant their wish, or else the curse will cause a backlash. The spirit in possession of the body will be completely annihilated, never to be born again!

(Chapter 2, Exiled Rebels translation)

Interestingly, the harm here is to the ‘evil spirit’ if they fail to keep up their end of the contract. Well, also the caster who gives up his or her life in exchange. At any rate, this sort of thing seems to be a frequent risk of dark cultivation techniques. The paperman technique is also quite risky:

The good thing was that Wei WuXian had once learnt a certain technique of the dark arts—the paper metamorphosis.

Although it was indeed useful, it had a number of restrictions as well. Not only was the time strictly limited, the paperman must also return as it were, after it had been released. There mustn’t even be a single scratch on it. If, on its way, it was torn apart or broken in any way, the soul would receive the same degree of harm—from a year of unconsciousness to a whole lifetime of lunacy. Thus, one must be extremely careful.

(Chapter 47, Exiled Rebels translation)

This seems to be a frequent concern with any dark technique, which probably is what led Lan Wangji to believe that Wei Wuxian’s new path would be similarly dangerous. It’s also very worth noting that he grew up in Gusu Lan, which is known for being even more judgmental towards dark cultivation than other sects.

He immediately seemed to realize, “Oh. I forgot. Your uncle Lan QiRen hates crooked people like me. You’re his proudest disciple, so of course you’re the same as him, haha. I refuse.”

Jiang Cheng stared at Lan WangJi, cautious, “Second Young Master Lan, all of us understand the Lan Sect’s ways.

[...]

Wei WuXian had been angered as well, “Lan WangJi! Do you really have to make this difficult at such a point in time? You want me to go to the Cloud Recesses for the GusuLan Sect’s confinement punishment? Who do you think you are, what do you think the GusuLan Sect is?! You really think that I won’t resist?!”

(Chapter 62, Exiled Rebels translation)

While many people speak negatively of Wei Wuxian’s cultivation path, Lan Qiren is particularly virulent when Wei Wuxian first proposes the theory as a teen:

Everyone in the room was stunned. Lan QiRen sprang to his feet, “The essence of exorcising demons and annihilating ghosts is to liberate! You do not study the methods of liberation, and even think about increasing their energy of resentment! You reverse the natural order, and ignore ethics and morality!”

[...]

Another book came flying from Lan QiRen. He spoke harshly, “Then, let me ask you again! How do you make sure that the resentful energy only listens to you and does not harm others?”

Wei WuXian ducked while speaking, “I haven’t thought of it yet!”

Lan QiRen raged, “If you thought of it, the cultivation world would not allow your existence! Get out!”

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

Due to their father’s seclusion and their mother’s imprisonment, Lan Wangji and his brother were raised by Lan Qiren. With his uncle having such a black and white view of such matters, it’s understandable that Lan Wangji would absorb that and struggle to reconcile the Wei Wuxian he knows and loves with the man who is cultivating an ‘evil’ path.

With his own sect and family so negatively inclined towards Wei Wuxian’s cultivation, I think Lan Wangji was primed to see every behaviour of Wei Wuxian’s through this lens. Similarly, the audience hears the younger Lan Wangji repeat these warnings so many times that I think many readers wind up believing him, too.

Confirmation Bias

However, I think much of this is actually a case of confirmation bias. Lan Wangji is predisposed to see Wei Wuxian’s cultivation as harmful, and is actively looking for signs that it is; he winds up correlating all sorts of things to Wei Wuxian’s cultivation as a result.

He does so when he visits Wei Wuxian in Yunmeng:

Lan WangJi, “Last time, during the hunt on Phoenix Mountain, have you noticed certain signs?”

Wei WuXian, “What signs?”

Lan WangJi, “The loss of control.”

Wei WuXian, “You mean me almost getting into a fight with Jin ZiXuan? I think you got something wrong. I want to fight with Jin ZiXuan whenever I see him.”

(Chapter 71, Exiled Rebels translation)

Which is true! Wei Wuxian and Jin Zixuan just do not get on at all. And if we go back to Phoenix Mountain, it’s clear that this was a perfectly ordinary fight:

However, Jiang YanLi didn’t turn around. Jin ZiXuan was even more enraged. He caught up to her in just three strides and was about to grab her hand when a shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes. Before he could see who it was, he received a blow on his chest. Jin ZiXuan swung his sword across and backed away.

When he finally could see, he raged, “Wei WuXian, why is it you again?!”

Wei WuXian blocked Jiang YanLi behind him, raging as well, “I haven’t fucking said it yet—why is it you again?!”

Jin ZiXuan, “Attacking because of nothing have you gone mad?!”

Wei WuXian struck with his palm, “That’s exactly what I’m doing! What do you mean because of nothing? What are you doing trying to grab my shijie just because of how ashamed you are?!”

Jin ZiXuan dodged to the side and returned to him a sword attack, “If I don’t grab her should I let her walk randomly around the mountain alone?!”

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jin Zixuan is described as being ‘enraged’ and tries to grab Jiang Yanli. He’s clearly being very hotheaded here himself. What brother wouldn’t be enraged after this, especially given Jin Zixuan’s pattern of speaking of Jiang Yanli derisively?

Earlier, Lan Wangji had forcibly kissed Wei Wuxian while he was blindfolded, and yet he didn’t display any loss of control or temper problems then.

(I also think this ties into how people tend to judge Wei Wuxian more harshly due to his lower social class; he’s often no more brash and arrogant than his peers, but because he’s the son of a servant only he is judged for it. Look at Jin Zixuan pulling his sword on a man who no longer carries a sword! He isn’t criticised for that. But I digress.)

Lan Wangji also believes that Wei Wuxian’s cultivation is doing him spiritual harm, using evidence such as Wei Wuxian’s unwillingness to carry his sword or receive spiritual energy to help him heal:

Suddenly, he felt an itch at his throat. Blood began to rise up his chest. Trying to restrain it, Wei WuXian coughed a couple of times. Seeing that Lan WangJi was going to grab his hand again, Wei WuXian dodged, “What are you doing?”

Lan WangJi, “Your injuries.”

Wei WuXian, “No need. Why use spiritual energy for such a small wound? It’ll get better after some sitting around.”

Lan WangJi didn’t waste any words with him, grabbing for his hand again. At this point, two people came from outside of the cave. Wen Qing’s voice sounded, “Get better after some sitting around? Did you think I’m dead?”

(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)

He observes this back when he visited the Burial Mounds in the day, and many years later tells Wen Ning that this was the conclusion he drew:

Wen Ning turned around. He couldn’t help but ask, “Young Master Lan, you don’t seem too surprised about this. Did you… Did you know about this as well?”

“…” Lan WangJi managed, “I only knew that his spiritual powers were somehow impaired.”

But to think this was the truth.

(Chapter 89, Exiled Rebels translation)

Working with incomplete information (since he doesn’t know that Wei Wuxian has no golden core, he instead assumes that he is being harmed spiritually by his cultivation) and a pre-existing bias against demonic cultivation, Lan Wangji viewed Wei Wuxian as someone who was bound to lose control at some point, and everything became evidence to prove what he already believed.

Loss of Control

However, I think it’s arguable that the instances where Wei Wuxian loses control are not an inevitability of his cultivation path. Instead, they occur in extremely dangerous combat situations where Wei Wuxian has no allies and is being besieged by hundreds or thousands of enemies.

I want to go over three instances where things go sideways for Wei Wuxian with his cultivation in his first life: Wen Ning’s awakening, the ambush at Qiongqi Path, and the battle at Nightless City.

Now, I wouldn’t even describe Wen Ning’s revival as a loss of control. Wei Wuxian had spent months trying to revive Wen Ning, and in the end he wound up waking up while Wei Wuxian was down in Yiling, not at the Burial Mounds to keep the situation under control. It’s like an unwatched pot boiling over.

Wei WuXian, “Didn’t I say not to touch the talismans on him?!”

Wen Qing didn’t even have the spare seconds to be surprised that Lan WangJi was here. She answered, “Nobody touched them! Not a single person went into the Cave! He tore them off on his own when he suddenly went on a rampage. Not only the ones on himself, he destroyed the restriction seals at the blood pool and the Cave as well! All of the fierce corpses in the blood pool got out. Wei WuXian, go save Granny and the others. They won’t be able to hold up much longer!!!”

(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)

Honestly, it’s hard to know based on this what caused Wen Ning to wake up or to return to consciousness. My suspicion is that Wei Wuxian’s efforts had worked, and he woke up with a lot of excess resentful energy he needed to work off; hence going to beat up all the other fierce corpses in the Blood Pool.

After this, Wei Wuxian takes measures to ensure that Wen Ning doesn’t lose consciousness again. For the next year until the ambush at Qiongqi Path, there are absolutely no incidents, and Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian go on night hunts together frequently.

Things only go wrong during the ambush.

Wei WuXian laughed coldly, “You’re seeking your own death!”

As he finished, Wen Ning raised his hand and tore off the red string that hung a talisman at his neck.

After the string snapped, his body wavered, and the muscles on his face began to twist. Marks that resembled black cracks crawled up his neck to his cheeks. He suddenly lifted his head, letting out a long, inhuman roar!

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

So Wen Ning wears a talisman which presumably suppresses his resentful energy, and which he must remove in order to fight at full strength. After Jin Zixuan shows up and completely fails to de-escalate the situation at all, Wen Ning kills him:

Wei WuXian was suppressing a blazing flame of hatred. His voice was cold, “Jin ZiXuan, move away right now. I won’t touch you, but you’re not going to provoke me either.”

Seeing that he still refused to yield, Jin ZiXuan suddenly lunged forward, as if trying to hold him down, “Why can’t you just back off for once?! A-Li is still…”

Just as he reached toward Wei WuXian, he heard a strange, heavy noise.

The noise was almost a bit too near. Jin ZiXuan paused in surprise. He looked down and finally saw the hand that pierced his chest.

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s pretty clear that Wen Ning saw Jin Zixuan lunging towards Wei Wuxian and interpreted him as a threat. As objective observers, we can see that this is actually quite understandable, if tragic, and realistically could have happened similarly in a mundane setting with no magic. But Wei Wuxian of course would start to feel doubt when something so terrible happens:

He was clearly controlling Wen Ning properly.

Even though he activated Wen Ning’s rampage mode, he should still be able to control him.

He’d clearly always been able to control him perfectly.

He didn’t want to kill Jin ZiXuan at all.

He never had the intention to kill Jin ZiXuan at all! It was just that moment. He didn’t know why, but all of a sudden he wasn’t able to control it… He had suddenly lost control!

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

Wei Wuxian had always been able to control Wen Ning perfectly before. Honestly, it’s not a surprise that his control was looser in a situation like this; he’s in the midst of an ambush where 300 people are trying to kill him! Realistically, Jin Zixuan bears some responsibility in his own death, too. When you’re trying to negotiate a ceasefire, you don’t fail to give the target of the attack any assurance of his safety and then lunge for him threateningly! Of course Wen Ning saw him as a threat and acted to defend Wei Wuxian.

Later, Wei Wuxian observes that during his ‘rampage’ state, Wen Ning draws his guidance from Wei Wuxian’s impressions of people:

Listening to him stutter as he apologized over and over again, all of a sudden, Wei WuXian felt extremely ridiculous.

It wasn’t Wen Ning’s fault at all.

It was his own fault.

When on a rampage, Wen Ning was nothing more than a weapon. The person who created the weapon was him. The things it listens to were his orders as well.

At that time, with all the tension and the killing intent on top of how Wei WuXian had never hesitated to show enmity toward Jin ZiXuan in front of Wen Ning, when he was unconscious, Wen Ning recognized Jin ZiXuan as an ‘enemy’ when he attacked, carrying out the order of ‘exterminate’ without a second thought.

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

I actually think that if Wen Ning had killed, say, Jin Zixun, Wei Wuxian would simply have seen it as a case of self-defence and accepted it as that. It’s the fact that Jin Zixuan is the husband of his foster sister (and the one person there he didn’t actually want dead) which turns this into such a tragedy.

The intensely stressful situation in the aftermath of Jin Zixuan’s death is the only time we ever see Wei Wuxian express doubt in his own abilities or regret choosing the ghost path:

With the child’s cries coming to his ears from afar and the scared siblings who were at a complete loss as to what to do in his eyes, Wei WuXian felt his heart sink lower into darkness. He asked himself, Just why have I been locking myself up on Burial Mound all these years? Why do I have to go through all this? Why did I choose to walk this path in the beginning? Why did I make myself like this? What do others see me as? Just what have I gained? Have I gone mad? Have I gone mad? Have I gone mad?!

If only he didn’t choose this path in the beginning.

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

I think that during this period, Wei Wuxian was under an immense amount of stress. He was the sole protector of 50 people who the world wanted dead, and he had to be strong and confident for them at all times. Only during his initial panic after Jin Zixuan’s death does that confident front break down and show us just how much the stress must have been wearing on him:

As he thought and thought about it, Wei WuXian suddenly broke into tears.

His voice was submerged in a deep helplessness, “… Can someone tell me… what I’m supposed to do now?”

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

I honestly think that if Wei Wuxian had had someone to lean on and share responsibility with during this time, it would have helped him so much.

In the past, there were only others who asked him what to do. Now, though, he was the one asking others what he should do, and nobody was able to give him an answer.

[...]

Wei WuXian raged, “You can shut the fuck up! It’s already pandemonium the way things are right now! You two can stop adding more trouble onto my platter. Give yourselves in my ass. Did I tell you to do this? Take it out!”

(Chapter 77, Exiled Rebels translation)

Later on, at Nightless City, Wei Wuxian’s loss of control is directly tied by the narrator to his worsening mental state:

The more Wei WuXian panicked, the less control he had. The corpse ignored his command and instead lifted the sword in its hand, slashing it down at Jiang YanLi!

Wei WuXian had lost it, dashing as he shouted, “Stop it, stop it, right now, stop it!”

(Chapter 78, Exiled Rebels translation)

He manages to calm himself down and get back under control:

Jiang YanLi sighed, “A-Xian, you… you should stop first. Don’t, don’t…”

Wei WuXian hurried, “Yes, I’ll stop.”

He took up Chenqing, placed it by his lips, and began to play. He only managed to steady his mind with great effort. This time, the corpses finally stopped ignoring his commands. One after another, strange gurgles echoed in their throats as if they were complaining. Slowly, they bent down.

(Chapter 78, Exiled Rebels translation)

Only when Jiang Yanli is killed by a cultivator aiming for Wei Wuxian does he decide, in his grief and rage, to put the Yinhufu together again:

Yet, no matter the criticism, the blame, Wei WuXian could no longer hear any of them. As if governed by another soul, he reached out and took two objects from within his sleeves. Before everyone’s eyes, he put them together. One half on top and the other below, the two objects snapped into one, letting out a resonating clang.

Wei WuXian placed it on his palm and raised it high into the air.

It was the Stygian Tiger Seal!

(Chapter 78, Exiled Rebels translation)

We know that after the Bloodbath of Nightless City, as this battle comes to be known, Lan Wangji takes Wei Wuxian back to Yiling. However, Wei Wuxian is in a very poor mental state (most likely due to stress, exhaustion, and trauma), and only regains awareness a few days later at the Burial Mounds.

This is when he decides that the Yinhufu is a weapon which he should never have created, and determines to destroy it.

After using it for the second time, he finally decided to destroy one half of the seal. Before he could completely destroy the other half, the siege at Luanzang Hill happened, and it had since then been beyond his capabilities.

(Chapter 30, Exiled Rebels translation)

So Wei Wuxian was actually able to successfully destroy one half of the seal, and start work on the second, in the three months between Nightless City and the First Siege.

Toward his own creation, Wei WuXian was confident to say that even if the sect that got hold of it, made a temple for it, and offered it incense every single day, the remaining half of the Tiger Seal was just a piece of scrap iron. However, Lan WangJi told him something shocking—it appeared that Xue Yang could rebuild the other half of the seal!

Although Xue Yang was young, he was also quite clever, a bizarre eccentric. The LanlingJin Sect discovered that he could use the remaining half of the seal to roughly piece together the other half. Even though the recreated version wasn’t as powerful and couldn’t be used for as long, it could already result in terrible catastrophes.

(Chapter 30, Exiled Rebels translation)

I gather that the first half, he completely neutralised. The second half had not been fully drained of power when the First Siege happened. We never see the First Siege, but I think we can hazard a guess that once the Wens were massacred, Wei Wuxian knew that it was all over, and decided to destroy the second half of the Yinhufu so that no one there could get their hands on it. It is likely the backlash from improperly destroying/neutralising the Yinhufu which led to his corpses turning on him and ripping him apart.

Wei Wuxian does confirm that some sort of backlash killed him:

Wen Ning whispered, “Sect Leader Jiang, Jiang Cheng, brought a siege upon the Burial Mounds. And he killed you.”

Wei WuXian, “I’ll have to clarify this one. He didn’t kill me. I died from a backfire.”

(Chapter 43, Exiled Rebels translation)

“That’s merely hearsay. Although Jiang Cheng was one of the main forces, he did not give Wei WuXian the final blow. Because he cultivates the Demon Path, Wei WuXian’s powers had backfired and he was ripped to pieces.”

“Hahahaha… That’s karma! The ghost soldiers that he created are like unleashed dogs, biting everyone that they come across. It serves him right to be chewed to death!”

(Chapter 1, Exiled Rebels translation)

While the vast majority of information in the prologue is revealed later to be lies, Wei Wuxian does confirm this. Strictly, the ‘ghost soldiers’ were probably his fierce corpses. ‘Ghost’ or ‘Gui’ is used in Modao Zushi’s magic system as a catch-all phrase for dead humans, whether they’re actual ghosts (incorporeal spirits) or reanimated corpses. We know that Wei Wuxian was using huge numbers of fierce corpses to act as guards at the entrance to the Burial Mounds and protect the Wens, after all.

Wei Wuxian’s Second Life

So the risk of backlash is confirmed as a threat when using guidao and other dark cultivation techniques. However, it seems that they either have a clear contract which has to be fulfilled (like in the body sacrifice ritual), or a clearly defined risk which can be mitigated or prevented entirely through careful use.

It’s notable that Wei Wuxian is in control of his cultivation far more often than not, and in his second life we see absolutely no losses of control from him. This is probably down to a few things, one of them being greater experience. He also is no longer working alone; Lan Wangji is nearly always at his side or very nearby, which removes the intense stress of trying to fight against the entire world alone.

Honestly, I can’t even pull up any instances of Wei Wuxian struggling to control his cultivation in his second life or being even mildly harmed by it; there are absolutely none. We only ever see him dealing with mundane exhaustion, stress, and physical injuries.

He recovers very quickly from performing Empathy with Nie Mingjue:

Hearing this, Wei WuXian instantly pulled himself out!

He was still the thin paperman, stuck to the helmet that sealed Nie MingJue’s head. He had tugged loose the knot that tied the iron shells over Nie MingJue’s eyes, revealing a bloodshot eye, opened wide with anger.

[...]

There wasn’t much time left. He must return to his corporal body immediately!

Paperman WuXian flapped his sleeves, flying out as though he were a butterfly.

[...]

A while later, once his soul had returned successfully, Wei WuXian immediately took a deep breath. He raised his head, opened his eyes, and suddenly stood up. Yet, having not expected his body to still be disoriented, he felt dizzy and leaned forward. Seeing this, Lan WangJi caught him in his arms. Wei WuXian lifted his head once more, and the top of his head collided with Lan WangJi’s chin. With a thud, both of them grunted in pain. Wei WuXian rubbed his head with one hand and felt Lan WangJi’s chin with the other, “Ugh! I’m sorry. Lan Zhan, you alright?”

His chin having been stroked a couple of times, Lan WangJi lightly took Wei WuXian’s hand away before shaking his head. Wei WuXian tugged him, “Let’s go!”

(Chapter 50, Exiled Rebels translation)

After this, he is stabbed by Jin Ling and winds up spending four days unconscious in Cloud Recesses. I’ve seen it suggested that his short bout of hallucinating after he wakes up is due to harm from his cultivation, but I firmly disagree. He’d been unconscious for four days after being stabbed!

He immediately let go, almost wanting to roll away. His movement was so large that it hurt the wound at his stomach. He exclaimed an ‘ah’ as he scrunched his brows, finally remembering that he was still injured. Amid the stars before his eyes, Jing Ling, Jiang Cheng, Jiang YanLi, Jiang FengMian, Madam Yu… Many faces spun around in a large circle.

[...]

Only having ensured that his injuries were indeed fine did Lan WangJi finally let him go, “Four days.”

Jin Ling’s sword stabbed right through. The wound hadn’t been shallow at all. How it healed within four days without even leaving a scar behind meant that high level medicine of the GusuLan Sect had to have been necessary. Wei WuXian thanked him, mocking himself along the way, “I’ve reincarnated but somehow I’ve become even weaker. I couldn’t keep going after just a single stab.”

(Chapter 63, Exiled Rebels translation)

After being a bit muddled upon first waking up, he’s fine. He was also dreaming about his past while unconscious, which is why he’s described as seeing all these faces ‘amid the stars before his eyes’. The flashbacks in Refinement and Poisons-Evil are both framed as Wei Wuxian sleeping and dreaming about the past, and he’s thinking about them as a result; he’s not portrayed as actually hallucinating and thinking they’re really there.

Wei Wuxian is very drained by the events of the Second Siege and faints twice afterwards. However, it’s worth noting that during the Second Siege, he didn’t really use resentful energy (he couldn’t, as all the corpses there were under the control of the Yinhufu); he used talismans, which only require a small amount of spiritual energy.

Wei Wuxian even specifically states that Mo Xuanyu’s body is very weak, refusing to use Suibian before the Second Siege:

He wore it by his waist and didn’t seem like he was going to use it. Seeing how Lan WangJi looked at him, he fiddled with his hair and explained, “I haven’t used a sword in so many years. I’m not used to it.” As he spoke, he sighed again, “Alright. The real reason is that my current body is low in spiritual energy. Even if there’s a high level sword, it won’t be able to make the best use of it. And so, it’ll be up to HanGuang-Jun to protect the delicate man that I am.”

(Chapter 68, Exiled Rebels translation)

Wei Wuxian collapses due to exhaustion on the boat ride to Lotus Pier:

OuYang ZiZhen, “HanGuang-Jun, why did Senior Wei collapse?”

Lan WangJi, “Fatigue.”

Lan JingYi was amazed, “I thought that Senior Wei would never get tired!”

(Chapter 84, Exiled Rebels translation)

He collapses again during the fight at the Jiang ancestral hall:

Lan WangJi, “Wei Ying?!” His low voice rang within Wei WuXian’s ears, echoing endlessly.

Wei WuXian was starting doubt if something happened to his ears, “What’s wrong?”

He felt something streak down his face, but reached up only to retrieve a handful of scarlet. Accompanied by throbs of dizziness, blood continued to drip down his nose and his mouth, onto the ground.

[...]

Having come to the conclusion that Wei WuXian was only in a temporary state of unconsciousness due to extreme fatigue and anger, Lan WangJi finally tore his gaze away.

(Chapter 88, Exiled Rebels translation)

When he wakes up in Chapter 90, he feels unwell but recovers fairly quickly:

For a long while, he couldn’t figure out what was happening. Only when he saw the splatters of blood on Lan WangJi’s left sleeve, like a string of plum blossoms resting on snow, did he finally recall what happened before he passed out from anger. His expression twisted at once as he suddenly sat upright. Lan WangJi went to help him, but the ringing in Wei WuXian’s ears hadn’t stopped yet.

[...]

Lan WangJi knew that he wasn’t feeling well. Silent, he didn’t ask anything. He lay one hand on his back, sending him a warm thread of spiritual energy.

[...]

Looking around, Wei WuXian suddenly exclaimed, “I’m hungry.”

Lan WangJi looked up. Of course, Wei WuXian wasn’t hungry at all. He had just eaten three pies at the vendor in front of Lotus Pier’s gates. Lan WangJi only ate one, however, and it was the only thing he’d eaten in the past two days. The matter was on Wei WuXian’s mind.

(Chapter 90, Exiled Rebels translation)

The narrative again directly links it to exhaustion, not to anything more ominous than that:

In the fight at Burial Mound, Wei WuXian exerted too much energy and stamina. Both his mind and his body were strained for too long. A few hours earlier, Jiang Cheng angered him so much that he almost bled from his qiqiao.

He only recovered after a long time of rest. Although he didn’t feel too bad right now, if there was something he missed and he pushed himself all the way to Lanling, it was hard to tell whether or not an accident would happen at a critical moment. On top of that, he wasn’t the only one straining his mind and body in the past few days. Lan WangJi didn’t rest for a second either.

(Chapter 91, Exiled Rebels translation)

As said, there simply isn’t any proof, based on Wei Wuxian’s second life, that his cultivation is doing him harm, nor does he ever lose control of it.

This definitely indicates to me that Wei Wuxian’s losses of control in his first life were related to the circumstances and not an inevitable risk of his cultivation path.

In Conclusion

I actually suspect that Lan Wangji himself came to the same conclusion; he only ever gently warns Wei Wuxian to be careful when using dark techniques during his second life:

Lan WangJi let the paperman wriggle on his ribbon for some time. Just as he reached out to take it down, the paperman slid its way down as fast as it could. No matter intentionally or not, it bumped its head once against his lips.

Lan WangJi’s movements paused for a moment. Using two of his fingers, he finally caught it, “Do not fool around.”

Softly, the paperman rolled its body over his slender finger.

Lan WangJi, “You must be careful.”

The paperman nodded and flapped its wings. Clinging flat onto the ground, it climbed through the door slit and snuck out of the guest room.

(Chapter 47, Exiled Rebels translation)

He still does have some level of distaste for Wei Wuxian’s cultivation path, I would argue, due to the way he instantly latches onto the idea that Wei Wuxian would never have turned to the ghost path if not for his lost golden core:

“…” Lan WangJi managed, “I only knew that his spiritual powers were somehow impaired.”

But to think this was the truth.

Wen Ning, “If not because of this…”

If not because there really wasn’t a second path to walk on.

(Chapter 89, Exiled Rebels translation)

But the discussion of Wei Wuxian’s feelings on his cultivation is one for another day.

At any rate, I doubt that Lan Wangji is only holding back his feelings on the ghost path due to wanting to avoid any more fights with Wei Wuxian. After all, he spent 13 years mourning him. If he still believed that Wei Wuxian’s cultivation was going to eventually kill him, I doubt he would accept it so much more readily now.

I think the lesson he learnt, after looking back and thinking on the past a great deal, was indeed that Wei Wuxian would not have suffered such losses of control if he had had anyone to rely on in his past life. So now Lan Wangji always stands by his side and ensures that he will never reach such a state of desperation again.

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