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jamesunderwater · 1 year

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a jily microfic - may 2nd: mourning

A/N: okay this is evidently turning into a greater fic, so I've named it and given it a banner, but the plan is to challenge myself to continue it each day with the jily microfic prompts. also...i am so sorry, in advance. @athenasparrow here is your continuation </3 thank you for reading!

a continuation of this fic! word count: 1607 - @jilymicrofics content warnings: underage drinking, underage sexual content, minor manipulation, implied parent death, implied parental abuse

leave out all the rest - linkin park Forgetting All the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well Pretending Someone else can come and save me from myself I can't be who you are I can't be who you are

Lily remembered the sag of his shoulders as he walked away, so caught in the image of it that she failed to blink until her eyes stung and watered. In all the years she’d known him, she had never heard James Potter’s voice sound in one moment so raw, so feral, and in the next so empty. Dead, as though he’d just finished burying her body and was looking down at the padded earth unfeeling.

She could handle his ferality. In fact, she’d hidden a smirk at first, her body finally coming back to life as he screamed at her - yes, I’ve made you feel something, now make me feel something. Tear me in two. But it was the emptiness that had her mind suspended in midair hours after he’d stormed off. “Good riddance,” he’d said. Good riddance good riddance good riddance good riddance. Yes, she was a phantom that needed banishing. He’d done a good thing.

The whole thing had not started off as an attempt to use him. Really, it had started with very little thinking on her part. She had returned from break determined not to shed another tear for a man who had done nothing but hurt her. Good riddance. Instead, she discovered it did not take much firewhiskey to turn her brain to static, that she could schedule patrols to always avoid Remus, that long, empty corridors filled with sleeping portraits were an excellent place for a prefect to drink unbothered late into the night.

And one night he showed up, seemingly out of thin air, voice loud and boisterous and always with her name at the tip of his tongue. “Evans! Now what is our diligent prefect doing on the stone floor at 2am?”

A multitude of universes hung in the air before her, and Lily will never really know why she chose the one in which she teased him into joining her, offered him her flask, and held her breath while his radiance poured warmth over her numbed body.

It was 4am and they’d spent the last 30 minutes impersonating Binns lecturing on the lewd sexual history of the Hogwarts founders when she noticed him staring, mouth open in a silent laugh, and what she should do next suddenly seemed clear.

“Where is this side of Perfect Prefect Lily Evans in the daylight hours?” He asked, genuine despite how he tried to tease.

She shrugged, smirking, “Maybe not everyone deserves to see this side.”

His eyebrows rose. “And I, the lowly James Potter, am deserving?”

“Evidently so.”

His eyes dropped to her lips for the briefest moment, and the anticipation she felt was the first thing in weeks to cut through the endless ache. She let him watch her eyes dart to his mouth, too, and saw the way his chest tightened as he held his breath. It was sweet, that he thought he could ruin the moment. That he thought he had any control at all.

She leaned forward, catching his eye, and there was hunger there. She felt it too, some creature that had been living inside her for who knew how long, more eager than she’d expected. She didn’t know, then, whose hand reached up first, who closed the final inch between them, only that a moment later his hand was in her hair and the heat of his lips on hers was better than any static the firewhiskey offered. She breathed his name between kisses and he groaned, losing whatever control he might have had before. He was pulling her on top of him and she was scrambling to feel his body and they were swimming, they were underwater, they had to be, how else could she feel nothing but his hands on her?

He’d stopped things, that first night. The gentleman she’d never expected, and didn’t want. But every night after they pushed things further, and soon she didn’t need the firewhiskey. The waiting to be with him each night was intoxicating enough, their looks across classrooms flooding her with desire, a dam against the rising current.

It had been six weeks of this, of meeting in quiet corridors and abandoned classrooms, of her pushing him against the wall before he could say a word, of him nervously slipping a hand up her skirt, of her leaving hickies just beneath his collar line, of him making her laugh even in the middle of the heat of it all, of her pulling back from a kiss just to see the way he grins when he opens his eyes and it’s her standing there.

But March 14th was her father’s birthday, and no amount of lust kept the thoughts at bay. He would have been 51, he would have been 51; good riddance good riddance good riddance good riddance.

When James found her that night, she was a few shots into her flask of firewhiskey and eagerly offered him some. “Are you alright?” he asked, and the concern in his voice made her want to slap him. He didn’t know. He didn’t need to know. No one did.

“Yes, and I’ll be much better when we’ve got some of those clothes off…” He rolled his eyes with a smirk, but she thought she noted a hint of falsity in it. “Drink up!” she declared, motioning to her flask in his hand.

He did, and she was grateful. They seemed to share the same buzz - the feeling that nothing could quite touch them, that time slowed and bowed to their every whim. They stood on abandoned desks and tables and declared the classroom their kingdom, giggled into each other’s arms at the childishness of it all. When things did start, it was somehow sweeter than usual. James touched her earlobe tenderly and she softened into his touch, sighing into their kiss. When he unbuttoned her blouse it wasn’t with the same impatience, and she felt each and every time his fingers brushed over her breasts. This was good - different, enough to distract her wandering thoughts. But she needed more.

They were pressed bare-chested together, he without any trousers, when she said it. “You–you do?” He stuttered, and she felt the hammering of his heart reverberate through her.

She stood on her toes to capture him in another kiss and said, “yes, please, James,” against his open mouth and when he moaned, she knew he’d acquiesce.

There was a wide-set bench at the back of the classroom they’d used before. It wasn’t without its awkward moments, but just before, when James had leaned up and looked down at her with the most earnest, caring eyes and asked if she was sure, she’d said, “Yes. I just want you,” and part of her had meant it. Most of her, though, just wanted to feel something different.

After, she was lying on his chest, and he was tracing images on her back, when she felt it. He traced a flower. And she remembered. And the sob escaped her before she could stop it.

“Lily?” James’s voice was almost frantic with worry as she scrambled off of him, holding a hand to her mouth. The tears fell, fell, fell, and she couldn’t stop them despite the embarrassment staining every inch of her. “Lily, what’s wrong?” He was reaching for her, but she was stumbling backwards, shaking her head.

“No,” was all she croaked out, and then it was her flying around the room trying to find her discarded clothing, and him chasing after her, and her shaking him off, and him with those eyes, devastated.

“Lily, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

“James, no, I’m - I’m sorry.” She didn’t meet his eye. Her shirt was buttoned haphazardly, her skirt crooked, socks gone. “I thought - but I can’t. I’m sorry.” And she left him standing there, naked, confused, and - he hadn’t been wrong - used.

They didn’t speak for five days.

James gave it every effort to meet her eye, to catch her between classes, even came to sit beside her during dinner in the Great Hall, but by the third day he’d evidently decided to respect her space. She still saw his eyes, though. Devastated, no matter where they were looking.

Then, one morning, he walked up to her so quickly that she didn’t have the chance to flee. “You’re in mourning.” No greeting, no preamble. He looked down at her on the stone bench and spoke as if he’d solved something. Not proud, but with some feeling like now he understood.

She stared at him for a very long time. How had he found out? And who was he, to think he knew anything at all? The affection she’d felt toward him slithered down her skin and pooled at her feet. He thought that because he’d had her body, he deserved her tears. That he could dry them.

“Fuck you, James Potter. You don’t know me.”

He faltered for a second, then seemed to recover. “Don’t I? Why didn’t you just tell me? Lily, I want to be there for you-”

She stood so suddenly that they were toe to toe, knees nearly knocking together. “Did I ask you to? No. I asked you to fuck me, and you did, and that’s that. Leave me alone.”

“Lily!” He’d called after her, and she could still hear it in his voice: care, hope. She threw up in the nearest bathroom before heading to Charms.

#i actually hate myself for this #lily evans #james potter #jily angst #jily fanfic #jily fanfiction #jily fic #jily microfic #the marauders #mwpp era #the marauders era #marauders fic #marauders fanfic #my writing #dead to me

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smoking-old-toby · 1 year

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barduil mer!au ficlet

@bi-widower-dads

The merman's lean arms lift himself out of the water, giving Bard a view of his tail. It's stunning, with shiny scales in different shades of blue and purple.

Then Bard watches as his flipper starts to split and turn into legs. He looks away to give him privacy, and can hear the rustle of clothing as the mer dons the robe that had been hanging.

"It is a matter of trust," Bard's rescuer informs him. "I cannot let you go free because you now know merfolk live in the lake. The safety of my people depends on the ignorance of humans."

This makes sense to Bard. Really, it does. But, why then, did the merman bother to save him at all?

"Do you wish I had left you to drown?" The merman's voice is curious, answering the question he must have seen on Bard's face.

"No," Bard shrugs, "I just don't understand why you didn't."

"I heard the rumbling and put my head above the surface in time to see Smaug leaving the mountain to once again wreak havoc and destruction on the land dwellers." The mer is looking at Bard with something akin to admiration. "I saw you shoot Smaug down. You, whose name I never knew, but have often seen on your boat-"

"Barge," corrects Bard.

"Barge, then." The mer chuckles. "How could I leave a hero of men to die? My name is Thranduil, Dragonslayer. What is yours?"

"I'm not a hero. I didn't go looking for trouble. Trouble found me. I didn't have a choice."

Thranduil shakes his head. "There is always a choice. You chose to fight instead of flee. That is what makes you a hero. You saw protecting everyone as the only choice."

"My name is Bard. Please, you need to let me go. I'm the father of three children, and their only parent left. I promise to keep your secret."

Expression softening, Thranduil admits, "I, too, am a father, Bard." He pauses for a few moments before adding, "I will send a team to check on your children."

Bard nods, still grim. "Yes, I would be glad of it, if you won't allow me to do it myself." He takes a frustrated breath. "What must I do to get back to them? Or, do you intend to keep me here indefinitely?"

"I was leading up to that, when I was saying that you are a hero because you saw protecting everyone as the only choice."

Waiting to hear more, Bard crosses his arms. Thranduil wants him to do something. A person does one heroic deed and suddenly they're being kidnapped to do more.

"I found the One Ring, and I'm going to destroy it," Bard's mouth drops open at this, "but I will need help. My magic works on the land but-"

Waving his hand impatiently, Bard interrupts, "I see where you're going with this. You aren't used to the land and you need the help of someone like me."

It hasn't fully sunk in yet. The One Ring. The One Ring.

"And if I help you destroy the One Ring, you'll let me return to my children?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm contributing with land knowledge. How is your magic going to help us?"

"Do you not know the legends? We can enthrall others with our voice. It seduces. It makes the listeners want to do anything to please us, for they desire us so."

Bard snorts. "Well, I don't think that would work on me."

Laughing with disbelief, Thranduil says, "Dragonslaying doesn't give one resistance to mer magic."

"I don't think I can be seduced." It's comical, how wide Thranduil's eyes become at Bard's declaration. "Desire is... rare for me. I've only ever felt it when I care very deeply for someone."

Thranduil hums, considering. "You do not find me beautiful?"

"I do. Anyone with eyesight can, but beauty doesn't equal desire. Not for me."

Strange to speak of something so private to him, but Bard will either die here or never see the mer again.

"Go on and try it. I'm as interested as you in knowing if it'll work. Something harmless."

Thranduil starts to sing. It's beautiful and Bard closes his eyes and lets his head fall back. How relaxing it is to listen to a song such as this.

"Take a step forward," Thranduil commands him, with an undercurrent of something other.

Bard barks out a laugh when his feet don't move forward. He was right! Looking at Thranduil's face, he can see the mer is pleased.

"What are you smiling about," he asks, "I'd figure you'd want your magic to work on me."

"I have never heard of a land dweller ignoring our siren call. Your resistence to our magic is impressive, and it gives me hope that you will be able to resist the seduction of the One Ring."

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After Thranduil leaves Bard, he orders Legolas to be sent to him. As he waits for his son to arrive, he thinks on how things might change with Sauron defeated.

It was the rings of power that corrupted men, that had merfolk and dwarves secluding themselves away. Of course, it is difficult for the land dwellers to hide from each other, but for the mer all it took was time for the humans to forget.

He breaks away from his thoughts to greet Legolas.

"Ada, they say you saved the one who slayed the dragon, that you brought him to one of our underground caves," exclaims Legolas.

"I did," Thranduil confirms, "and we will soon be leaving together on a quest." He pauses, bracing himself for Legolas' reaction. "We are going to destroy the One Ring."

Legolas blinks several times before speaking. "You know where the ring is?"

"Two weeks ago I heard it call to me, and I followed the call," Thranduil confides softly. "Since then I have been trying to decide who will go with me."

"Please, ada," Legolas pleads, "it is I who should go with you. It would be safer to travel with one you trust."

"The Dragonslayer is a hero at heart, Legolas. He would not abandon me to save Middle Earth on my own." Firming his tone, he instructs, "I need you and Tauriel to go to the surface and infiltrate the survivors of Laketown. There will be little danger as they are but sick and injured refugees. Find his children and make sure they well. When that is ascertained, come back here and leave Tauriel there to care for them." He pauses for emphasis, looking into Legolas' blue eyes, so like his own. "I am trusting you to look after our people while I am gone, and I am trusting Tauriel to make sure nothing happens to the children."

With the important matters taken care of, Thranduil's mind wanders back to the Dragonslayer. Bearded and muscular, with dark shoulder length hair and keen brown eyes.

He loves his son, but Thranduil thinks this quest will be much more fun with Bard.

#barduil #barduilmonth2023 #the hobbit #smoking old toby

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transjarlaxle · 7 months

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3-7 Warhawk :3

i was gonna ask if this mean 3 through 7 or 3 AND 7 but then i decided it doesnt matter cuz i can just be as annoying as i want

from here<3

answering for the warhawk, shifter ancients paladin, fag of all time

3. Do you believe people are either good or bad?

hawk doesn't necessarily believe in Good or Bad, but rather Right adn Wrong - that which adheres to the natural order of the world and that which doesn't. there are many things which happen in nature that some might consider Bad; there are plenty of people who have never felt hate or rage who act in direct opposition to the natural world, and conversely, there are murderers and criminals who are more righteous than any lawmaker. the natural world doesn't ascribe to such subjectivity and neither does hawk

4. Do you believe certain people would be better off dead?

short answer: yes long answer: it's not that any Person would be better off dead, but there are plenty of people whose death would only benefit the world.

5. Would you trust anyone to protect you?

he's learning to :) for most of his life he only trusted his mother, and then his sister, and since then it's been difficult, but he's making progress. there are people who Want to protect him, which is weird, but also helping, somehow?

6. Do you need to have a leader role? Would you fight someone if they competed or just let it go?

the warhawk is not a leader. his sister chose his name in part to instill in him a stronger leadership instinct, but it doesn't come naturally to him. he holds a deep distrust for people who willingly and wantingly seek out leadership roles, or positions that give them authority over others. hierarchies are contradictory to his oath in general

7. Do you you believe your parents know best? If not, then who?

he only grew up with his mother for the first ten years of his life, and she taught him everything he knows about his oath and his role in the world, and he has to believe she did it well. he trusts in his upbringing, even if his feelings are complicated.

#ask #the warhawk #thank you......im rotating him at warp speeds

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moonylantsovs · 2 years

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RULES | 1.08: DAY TRIP

summary: the daughter of Marcus Kane gets sent down to the ground with 99 other teenage criminals and a fake guard on her eighteenth birthday, deciding to take charge of the camp along with the two people she never thought she'd get along with after her previous experience with authority and the privileged.

pairings: john murphy x fem!oc, bellamy blake x fem!oc ( slowburn )

warnings: best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, swearing, death, violence, angst, miller being perfect, clarke being the captain of team bellamy

series masterlist

"𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

Said girl gave the blonde woman on the other side of the screen a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "Mrs. Sydney."

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦."

"Yes." Gabriella cleared her throat, trying to find the right words before she just blurted out, "Sam is dead."

Diana's face faltered but quickly turned blank, not allowing the younger girl to see what she was really feeling; grief. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳."

"Wells wanted to deliver the news but just...couldn't. He's still recovering from the grounder accident and I feel like Sam's death hit him much worse than it did me." Gabriella explained, having to stop the tears from bottling inside her eyes at the thought of her childhood friend's dead body and everything that occurred after that.

"𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯?" Diana asked hesitantly, almost as if not wanting the answer but still asking anyway.

"A little psychopathic girl found a knife." The young blonde kissed her teeth before letting out a sigh and looking down at her hands that were sitting in her lap. "She wanted the nightmares to stop and you just so happened to be the woman that floated her parents. She couldn't kill you, so he was the next best thing."

"𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥." Diana sighed, not being able to keep her emotions at bay anymore and letting a tear fall down her cheek. However, she quickly rushed to wipe it away. "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳."

Gabriella watched the woman on the screen get up from her seat, and looked down at the piece of paper in front of her with the list of kids who were dead and whose parents she had to break the news to. She swallowed thickly once she read the name that was next. 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘔𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘦.

Someone had to tell his mother he was killed by grounders when he was out in the woods, looking for Octavia. Telling people their loved ones died is one of the worst responsibilities she could've possibly gotten.

That was the reason Clarke chose medicine and Gabriella chose fixing machines. Machines had no feelings and she did not need to be vulnerable around them. She sighed and rubbed her forehead tiredly.

As she waited for Mbege's mother to show up, a small tap on the tent made her turn her head to the opening, coming face to face with a concerned looking Miller.

"Yeah?"

"Who's the next one?" He asked, looking between Gabriella's face and the piece of paper in her hand.

"Mbege's mom, then Roma's and Diggs'." The blonde listed before looking up at him and tilting her head. "Why?"

"Want me to take over?" He asked sympathetically, "I assume you already talked to a few parents before Sam's."

"It's fine. I'll do it." She reassured him with a weak, forced, smile. "I took the role of the leader. This is my responsibility. Not yours."

"No." Miller shook his head, "I know you're like the boss here, but you're not fine. You have been giving orders around camp since yesterday and you didn't go back to your tent for more than two hours. You need a break. Go check up on the grounder in the dropship or something. I've wanted to talk to Diggs' dad anyway and I know you were close to Roma."

Gabriella let out a defeated sigh, giving him a thankful smile, "Thanks, Nate. I appreciate it."

"No problem, Queenie."

After Miller took over her job at telling parents their kids died on the ground, Gabriella walked around camp to see how everyone was doing with working on fixing what the storm broke. She also had a short conversation with Octavia, who asked her to check up on the grounder Bellamy tortured (he's the guy she clearly started to have a thing for but Gabriella was not going to question it) because he would not let her get in the same room with him.

"So, are you talking to me now?"

Gabriella brushed off Bellamy's question and sat down in front of the grounder, making sure to put distance between her and her male co-leader.

"Is this seriously how it's gonna be from now? You're going back to hating me, just without the snarky remarks?" Bellamy stared at the side of her face with a look of disbelief. The two of them did not talk during the last four days. Her days were spent either barking out orders around camp, going out hunting, or avoiding Bellamy. The only good thing that happened was that she was able to talk to Sinclair, but she was still avoiding her dad like the plague.

"Who said I ever stopped?" Gabriella asked, not taking her eyes off the grounder. He was half conscious and had dark skin, bruises all over his body that he probably received last night and had tattoos all over his torso and some that went from his forearms and trailed to the middle of his elbow.

She would have gotten closer so she could examine the tattoos if it were not for Bellamy's gaze burning to the side of her head. She snapped her head to glare at him "What? Do you think you can just stare at me like a kicked puppy and you we will suddenly become besties and everything will become rainbows and unicorns? First, you hanged my best friend and banished him - after I thought we could at least have a normal conversation without me wanting to jump off a cliff - and then you trashed the radio from Raven's pod, causing three hundred people on The Ark to die and then you tortured someone. For what? Information? Leverage against his people?"

"I did that to save you!" Bellamy defended himself. "What would you have done if I didn't torture the antidote out of him, huh?"

"I'd die." She said solemnly. "There's no valid reason for you to torture an innocent person who tried to save your sister's life. I don't know if you realized it yet, but I'm not Octavia. I don't need your protection. I'm perfectly fine on my own."

"Fine." He clenched his jaw, looking away from her and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Great." Gabriella spat, leaning back in her seat.

"Perfect."

"Fantastic."

The words did not even manage to leave her mouth completely when the hatch opened and Miller's head popped inside. He looked between the two leaders who were cleary both pissed. MIller winced, wishing he could turn back time and go back outside. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No." The two leaders responded simultaneously, keeping their glares firmly locked on the grounder chained to the wall in front of them.

Miller eyed them weirdly before climbing up the ladder. He spared the grounder a glance, as if to check if he was still securely tied up, and faced Gabriella and Bellamy.

"Did you talk to The Ark?" The latter asked, looking up at Miller, receiving a nod.

"I told John's mom the news. Diggs', and Roma's parents are rescheduled for later so I still have to talk to them."

"Thanks for doing this, Nate. I owe you." Gabriella smiled up at him.

"Telling all these parents that their kids were murdered by grounders...'' Miller trailed off, looking back at the half-conscious grounder. "I just wish I could say we were getting some justice."

"We're not killing him." Bellamy and Gabriella said at the same time, making Miller blink, taken aback, and mutter under his breath, "I'm just gonna pretend that's not weird at all."

Knowing he could not make them change their minds, especially since they were agreeing with each other for once, Miller grabbed a berries from a small metal bowl and got into the grounder's face. "You were a lot scarier when you had that face paint on."

He crushed the berries in his hand and smudged them over the right side of the grounder's face, not expecting the grounder to hit their heads together and make him fall back on his ass.

Gabriella did not bother to hide her amusement and snorted while pointing to the grounder, "I like him. Can we keep him?"

"Shut up, Ella." Miller muttered, leaning back on his elbows to glare up at the grounder.

As she was sitting in the dropship, Gabriella finally allowed the weight of Murphy's absence to sink in. Since they met they were practically a package deal. When one of them went, the other one soon followed. They were inseparable. But now, she didn't know how to deal with him just not being here anymore.

She tried to ignore his absence as best as she could by busying herself, but a part of her just felt empty without him.

"El?"

Gabriella stopped sharpening her knife at the sound of Clarke's voice and turned around to see her entering the dropship, "What's up, Princess?"

Clarke gave Octavia - who was in the seat next to Gabriella - a nod of acknowledgement before turning to her best friend again. "I need you to do me a favor."

"What is it?"

"The council told me there's a supply depot somewhere close to camp with stuff we might need to survive winter. I wanted to know if you'd come with me?" Clarke asked, referring to the information she received at the meeting with Jaha. The same meeting that Gabriella refused to attend.

"Is anyone else going?" Gabriella asked, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

"Nope." Clarke said, smiling innocently, "Just you and me."

All three girls turned their attention to the latter when Bellamy started climbing down from it. He stares at his younger sister in disbelief. "You're still here?"

"I'm not moving until you let me up there to see him." Octavia said stubbornly.

"Get comfortable." Seeing his words had no effect on either of the girls since they were still glaring at him, he shook his head, "I let him live. Isn't that enough?"

"He saved my life." Octavia defended, "And yours and Ella's."

"No, I saved her life. I know you don't see it that way, but-- "

"Because I'm right. Ella knows it, Clarke knows it. Everyone besides your little gang of followers does."

"He's still dangerous." Bellamy said, only for Octavia to glare at him again.

"Only because of what you did."

Her brother scoffed, "Whatever twisted connection you think you have with that animal, forget it. You don't get to see him, end of conversation."

"Why do you even care if I ruined your life?" Octavia taunted, referring to the fight they had the night Wells got stabbed. "You should want me to go up there. Maybe you'll get lucky and he'll kill me, problem solved."

Gabriella rolled her eyes at the banter while Clarke shifted uncomfortably and looked ready to run out of the dropship but stayed for some reason.

"Octavia" Bellamy started, softer this time. "you know I didn't mean that."

Octavia turned her back to him and her brother took it as a hint the conversation was over. He turned to walk out of the dropship, only for Clarke to stop him by calling his name.

"The answer is still no." He said impatiently. "I'm not talking to Jaha."

"Relax." Clarke huffed, "That's not why I'm here."

"What, then?"

"The Ark found some old records that show a supply depot not too far from here." Clarke started, making Gabriella sit up in her seat with a look of disbelief. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.

"What kind of supplies?" Bellamy asked with a hint of curiosity.

"The kind that might give us a chance to live through winter. Ella and I are going to go check it out. We could use backup."

Bellamy spared a glance at Gabriella, who was too busy glaring at Clarke to notice him watching her, before looking back at Clarke, "Why are you asking me?"

"Because right now I don't feel like being around anyone I actually like." Clarke shrugged with a smirk ghosting across her lips as she felt Gabriella's piercing glare at the side of her face.

"Fuck you too, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴."

Not responding to Gabriella's insult, Clarke smiled slightly in victory when she heard Bellamy snort at the words.

"I know that all three of us don't exactly see eye-to-eye but--"

Bellamy cut Clarke off, "I actually quite enjoy spending time with Gabi when she's not yelling at me."

Progress. Clarke thought with a small smirk.

The Blake brother spared his sister a momentary glance before nodding, "I'll get my stuff, meet you in ten."

After he was out of the dropship, Gabriella gave her best friend a look of disbelief, "Seriously?"

Clarke shrugged defensively. "What? If all three of us are gonna lead this camp you two need to stop bantering like kids and get over yourselves. It's not like you can kill him."

Gabriella perked up at the idea. "Well, there's a thought."

"I'll help." Octavia chimed in bitterly, still glaring at the door of the same spot her brother was standing a minute ago.

Noticing the scolding look on Clarke's face, Gabriella huffed "Fine. But don't expect to have fun on this little day trip. You got into this yourself."

"Why would you even want to spend the day alone with these two?" Octavia asked, her question aimed at Clarke. "They will just kill each other and you will be the one that will have to carry their dead bodies to camp."

"Well someone has to stop them from killing each other."

"You two done?" Gabriella asked, stepping inside of Clarke and Wells' tent. Clarke went to check up on him and tell him where they were going like ten minutes ago so Gabriella went to check what was taking so long.

Seeing the worried look Wells had on his face, Gabriella rolled her eyes dramatically. "Don't worry, lover-boy. I'm not gonna let anything happen to your princess."

"See, this is what I'm talking about." He told Clarke with a frown before pointing at the other blonde. "You. You hate me. You told me that multiple times."

"Yeah." Gabriella shrugged, nodding in agreement, "Clarke on the other hand, I don't hate. She's my best friend and I'm not gonna let her get hurt because I dislike her boy toy number one."

"It's not safe outside." Wells stated, "For either of you."

"We're big girls, we can take care of ourselves." Gabriella rolled her eyes.

Clarke nodded and added, "We'll have backup."

"Who?" Wells questioned, narrowing his eyes at his best friend.

Just on cue, Bellamy stepping into the tent with an inpatient look on his face was enough answer for Wells and a scowl immediately appeared on his face. (She better be joking.)

"Let's get a move on." Bellamy told the girls, completely ignoring Wells' presence.

"Raven is going to check up on you later." Clarke told the laying boy and let Gabriella drag her outside by her wrist.

Once the trio reached the rations table Monty and Jasper were sorting food at, Gabriella gave them both a small grin while Bellamy started to throw a bunch of rations into his backpack. The action made the blondes share a suspicious look

"That's a lot of rations." Clarke concluded, tugging on her backpack strap and raising an eyebrow at the eldest Blake. "You realize this is a day trip?"

"A lot can happen in a day." Bellamy said, sparing one more look around the camp, his eyes locking with his sister's for a moment. He averted his eyes back to the other two leaders, who were already heading to the doors before he walked after them.

To say the silence between the three leaders was uncomfortable would be an understatement. Bellamy has been trailing behind them and Gabriella took the lead by standing at the front, leaving Clarke to feel as uncomfortable as you could get between them.

"You know the first dropship is gonna come down soon." Clarke started in another attempt to start a conversation. "Pretty sure you can't avoid Kane and Jaha forever."

"I can damn well try." Gabriella sang, hopping in her steps in front of them.

"Yeah, I second that." Bellamy added, speaking for the first time they stepped out of camp.

They made a stop at the edge of the woods, at the sight of a destroyed village. Clarke looked down at the map "The depot is supposed to be around here...somewhere."

"There's gotta be a door." Bellamy said, looking around, his silence giving Clarke another chance to bug him about Jaha. "Maybe he'll be lenient."

"Look I shot the man, Clarke." He snapped, "He's not just gonna forgive and forget. Let's just split our cover more ground. Stay within shouting distance."

Both girls watched Bellamy's retreating figure. Clarke had a scowl on her face while Gabriella wore a small amused smirk. The older girl nudged her best friend with her elbow. "Nice."

"Shut up."

Around ten minutes after they all split up, Clarke yelled Gabriella and Bellamy's names, announcing she found the door.

"I think it's rusted shut." She grunted, trying to open the door but failing.

Gabriella took out her ax from the waistband of her pants and instructed, "Watch your foot."

"I can do it." Bellamy tried only for her to ignore him by looking at Clarke with an annoyed look.

"Why don't you tell the fugitive I don't want or need his help?"

"Just tell me yourself, I'm right here." He said, trying not to sound annoyed so he could fix things with her before he left.

"Well, I guess I just did." Gabriella snapped, opening the door with her ax and helping Clarke open it. She motioned for Clarke to go in first and then followed her inside with Bellamy trailing behind them.

Gabriella eyed the big sign "EMERGENCY AID DEPOT #23" and muttered to herself, "Cool."

Clarke gave both of them a flashlight, before taking one for herself. Bellamy pointed his flashlight around the depot entrance with a grimace and questioned, " You really think this place hasn't been touched since the war?"

"A girl can dream. Come on."

Getting further into the depot, they noticed a few skeletons laying around and all grimaced at the thought of the cause of their death.

"Hell of a place to die." Bellamy could not help but mutter and Gabriella nodded in agreement even though he probably could not see due to the lack of light source.

"So much for living down here." Clarke huffed in disappointment, "This place is disgusting. Damn it."

"Everything down here is ruined." Gabriella commented, looking around.

"They must have distributed most of the supplies before the last bombs went off." Clarke realized from behind Gabriella, who was stepping further inside and looking around with more curiosity than disgust.

While Gabriella was looking around, Bellamy opened a box to reveal glow-sticks. He immediately snapped them in two for more light.

"Hey!" Clarke called out, looking through a box, "I found blankets."

"Excited about a couple of blankets?" Bellamy scoffed, putting a glow stick in the corner of the depot.

"Well, it's something." Clarke huffed.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bellamy noticed Gabriella about to touch the web stuck to one of the boxes and rolled his eyes. "Gabi, don't touch that, and start looking."

Giving him a roll of her eyes of her own, Gabriella slowly did as she was told and stepped away from the web.

"How about a canteen or a med kid or a decent freaking tent?" Bellamy yelled in frustration and kicked a barrel of dirty water on the floor, making the liquid spill out from it. Both girls look at him in surprise.

"Drama queen." Gabriella whispered to herself and rolled her eyes again before going back to looking around.

"Oh, my god." Bellamy gaped at the ground in disbelief and excitement, making Clarke turn around with a questioning look. "What?"

Gabriella's curiosity made her turn around a moment later too, only to find Bellamy grinning up at them with a gun in his hand and a bunch more on the floor.

"Holy shit."

"I know right?" Murphy chuckled at her excitement. "I managed to grab the key card of your dad when I was at your place the other night. We can return it when we go back."

He let go of her hand to swipe the card over the scanner for the door to open. It revealed the cadet training room. Guns and weapons adored its walls and Gabriella immediately rushed towards them.

"This is amazing!" She practically squealed. "This is amazing. Kane didn't let me train to be a cadet because I already signed up for the engineering program but now I wish I quit." She chuckled in disbelief. "Holy shit."

"Yeah, you already said that." Murphy smiled that soft smile that was rare and barely visible. It was also only reserved for her. "The room is sound proof so we can try shooting."

"I am so glad that my best friend is a klepto." Gabriella teased as she picked up one of the guns.

"Before we start, I need to ask. Do you even know how to shoot?"

"Nope." She grinned. "But you're gonna help me learn."

"This changes everything."

Bellamy's voice broke her out of her daydream and made her look up to see him hanging a red blanket, probably for target practice.

"No more running from spears." He grinned, walking back towards them but keeping his attention on Gabriella, trying to flirt his way onto her good side. "Ready to be a badass, Bambi?"

"I already am one, but sure." She said arrogantly, not sparing him a look as she reached the guns to pick one she could shoot with.

"Look, I'm not gonna fight you two on bringing guns back to camp." Clarke stated, "I know we need them, but don't expect me to like them."

"We're lucky the rifles were packed in grease." Gabriella observed, eyeing the gun in her hand carefully.

Bellamy nodded in agreement with a boyish grin. "Exactly. We're not sitting ducks anymore. You two need to learn how to do this."

"I already know." Gabriella said confidently, pushing her way around Bellamy and leaning the gun on her shoulder. She was ready to shoot when Bellamy came up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"That's not the correct position. You have to move your shoulder back a bit like this." He pushed her right shoulder back a bit and positioned the gun in her hands. "The gun has to go higher."

Bellamy did not realize what he was doing until his hands were already on her hips, using them to move her to the side. Realizing they were standing way closer than she thought, Gabriella sucked in a breath and swallowed thickly.

Not noticing her change in demeanor, Bellamy stared at the side of her face, almost as if he was hypnotized. It was obvious to anyone but her that Bellamy thought she was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, but seeing her holding a gun made something weird tingle in his body he never thought would be possible. He was getting flustered (and maybe slightly horny).

Clearing her throat nervously, Gabriella moved away from the warmth of Bellamy's body and handed him the gun with a sarcastic tight-lipped smile, "You know what? How about you show us how it's done? You're the expert."

Bellamy shook his head to fight the blush that he could already feel crawling up his neck and to his face and took the gun from her hands, "Watch and learn."

He stood in the position he had just shown Gabriella and pulled the trigger but nothing happened, only a click was heard. Bellamy repeated the action again only to hear the same clicking sound.

"Still watching..." Clarke trailed off with a small amused smile.

"Not learning much though." Gabriella added, snorting at the scowl on his face.

"These bullets are duds." He said before looking at Clarke. "Try yours."

Clarke got in the same position Bellamy did just seconds ago and waited a moment before shooting. She completely missed the target but still had an excited grin on her face. "That was amazing!" She turned to her two co-leaders hesitantly. "Am I terrible for feeling that?"

Gabriella chuckled at the excited look on her face, while Bellamy smiled slightly and encouraged her, "Try again."

"No." Clarke shook her head. "We shouldn't waste the ammunition."

"You two need to practice."

"We need to talk about how we're gonna keep guns around camp, where we're gonna keep them, and who has access," Clarke said stubbornly and Gabriella couldn't help but agree. Getting a bunch of criminals knives and axes was one thing but guns were a lot more dangerous so they needed a plan.

"Right." She nodded. "Which means no murderers or rapists get them. They don't get training either."

Bellamy ignored her words and aimed another gun at the red target before shooting.

"You left Miller in charge of the grounder. You must trust him." Clarke stated curiously.

"Nate is a good guy." Gabriella shrugged, throwing a few nuts into her mouth.

"You should keep him close." Bellamy added in agreement, "The others listen to him and he can use a gun."

"We should keep him close? We had you for that." Gabriella said suspiciously.

Clarke caught on too and questioned, "Bellamy, what's going on? You've been acting weird all day."

Gabriella noticed the way he eyed the gun that was conveniently placed just next to his backpack, which was full of rations. Now, she realized why he was so desperate to find something here and why he even came with them in the first place.

"You're gonna run?" She asked him in disbelief, a deep frown on her face.

"That's why you agreed to come with us. You were gonna load up on supplies and just disappear." Clarke scoffed, unamused.

"I don't have a choice. The Ark will be here soon."

Gabriella stared at him intently. "So you're just gonna abandon us? Abandon Octavia?" (Abandon me?)

"Octavia hates me, she'll be fine." Bellamy shook his head. "And the others have you. I'm not needed there anymore."

"You don't know--"

"I shoot the chancellor." He snapped with a cold voice. "They're gonna kill me, Gabi. Best-case scenario, they locked me up with the grounder for the rest of my life and there's no way in hell I'm giving Jaha the satisfaction." Gabriella opened her mouth to say something before he cut her off by speaking up again. "You two keep practicing. I need some air."

Both blondes watched him disappear through the opening, the young one turning to stare at the side of her best friend's face.

"Don't give me that look." Gabriella pleaded, looking down, now feeling guilty for ignoring him the last few days.

"What look?"

Gabriella fixed Clarke a deadpan glare. "You really think he'd listen to me? After everything I told him since we came down? He probably hates my guts."

"Go."

The youngest Kane stubbornly stared at her best friend for a few seconds before giving in, huffing, and making her way outside the depot.

She ran her fingers through her blonde hair when there was no sight of Bellamy anywhere. She looked around only to stop what she was doing and froze at the sound of a female voice. She would recognize that voice anywhere. Gabriella might have been forgetting her mother's face but her voice still haunted her dreams.

"It's not like you imagined, is it? Earth."

Gabriella gasped and turned around to come face-to-face with her mother's smiling figure.

"Mom?" She choked out.

"Hey, baby." The older woman said gently, placing her hand on her daughter's cheek.

"How-- how are you here? Dad--"

"He did." Isabella Kane cut her off sadly, putting her other hand on top of her head to stroke her hair. "But who's fault is that huh?"

Her hands were still gentle but her voice quickly turned venomous, making more tears fill Gabriella's eyes. "W-what?"

"You were too big of a brat to steal those rations so I had to do it myself." Isabella hissed, making her daughter stumble back in shock. "Everything would be so much better. You'd be locked up, I wouldn't get floated, the baby wouldn't be dead and you wouldn't turn out to be such a disappointment."

"No, no, no." Gabriella shook her head in denial as more tears streamed down her face. "You didn't want me to be the one to steal them! You wanted me to stay at home so you could do it yourself!"

"And I bet you got the boy you loved killed too didn't you?" Isabella chuckled, ignoring everything the younger girl said. "He's dead because of you. Sam is dead because of you. Everything that has gone wrong since the second you were born was because of you."

"I mean, yeah, pretty much." Another way too familiar voice said, coming up behind a tree.

Her eyes widened at the sound of John Murphy's voice and she looked at the source of the voice to see him standing there with a smirk on his face. "It's your fault the two of us were arrested in the first place. And if I didn't get arrested I wouldn't get down to the ground and I wouldn't be dead."

"I thought the grounders got to you I thought they--"

"They did." He nodded "And who's fault is that? We're both dead because of you, Ellie."

The familiar nickname was enough to make her wince and tears fall down her cheeks. "I never wanted you to get hurt. I never wanted anyone to get hurt. I couldn't stop it. I'm sor--"

And then, there was a strong pain on the side of her head and darkness filled her vision.

When Gabriella woke up, it was with a groan of pain. Her eyes fluttered open to see the sun had set. She could remember her mom and John being there and then blacking out.

Loud groans of pain from within the forest made her eyes widen.

Clarke and Bellamy.

She quickly got up and rushed to the source of the fighting sounds to see a wounded Clarke lying on her side while a kid who looked like one of the delinquents was on top of Bellamy, choking him with a gun to his throat.

Gabriella quickly grabbed the knife from her jacket and rushed towards them, not hesitating to stab the delinquent in the neck with the knife.

Bellamy let out a breath of relief as Gabriella watched the body of what was probably just a seventeen-year-old kid fall down onto the ground, dead.

She helped Bellamy up and led him to the tree so he could lean on it. She flopped down in between him and Clarke, all three of them catching their breath.

Noticing Bellamy's tearful expression Gabriella put her equally shaky hand in his in an attempt to comfort him."Hey, you're okay, you're okay."

"No, I'm not." He shook his head, looking down at their intervened hands. "My mother...if she knew what I've done...who I am...she raised me to be better, to be good..."

"Bellamy--" Gabriella tried only for him to keep going with a tear falling down his bloody cheek-

"...all I do is hurt people. I'm a monster."

"Hey." Clarke said, gently. "You saved my life today. And you may be a total ass half the time, but we need you. We all need you."

Gabriella nodded with a small smile. "She's right, Freckles. None of us would've survived as long as we have without you. And you want forgiveness? Fine, I'll give it to you. You're forgiven, okay? But you can't run, come back with us and we'll face Jaha, together."

"Like you two-faced your parents?" Bellamy asked bluntly, but softly.

"You're right." Clarke spoke. "I don't wanna face my mom. I don't wanna face any of it. All I think about every day is how we're gonna keep everyone alive, but we don't have a choice."

"Jaha will kill me when he comes down." Bellamy clenched his jaw.

Gabriella squeezed his hand. "We'll figure something out."

"Can we figure it out later?" Bellamy pleaded, leaning his head on the three and looking up at the sky.

"Whatever the hell you want." Gabriella sighed, leaning back too.

The trio sat in silence for a few minutes before Gabriella was the one who eventually broke it, "When I was twelve, my mom told me she was pregnant." Both heads instantly turned to her but she kept her eyes on the star-covered sky. "She told me I couldn't tell my dad but kept asking me to steal extra rations every couple of days. One day when I was sick, she told me she'd be the one to do it so I wouldn't have to go out. But she never came back." She let out a teary chuckle. "I walked around Alpha Station trying to find her only to stop when I saw my dad pressing the button to float her."

She was about to move her hand from Bellamy's to wipe her wet cheeks only for him to hold it there and give it a soft squeeze.

"I never understood it before, you know?" Clarke started, giving her a sympathetic look. "Why you and your dad always acted like the other one didn't exist. I always thought it was just you going through your rebellious stage earlier than others did. But I get it now."

Gabriella gave the fellow blonde a side glance and a small smile.

"Yeah, well I think we can all agree that your dad is kind of a dick." Bellamy spoke up after a few seconds making both of the girls laugh.

"I was really excited to have a brother or a sister." Gabriella smiled fondly. "Holding that a secret would be a big responsibility and I knew it meant that I would lose them and my mom eventually either way. I still think it would be better if it happened later. I had names figured out, too, you know?" She chuckled. "My mom let me pick them. Veronica or Apollo."

"They're great names." Bellamy told her honestly. Hiding Octavia was the most difficult thing he had to do but he knew that he would do it all over again because he would not trade her for any kind of freedom. Even if she hated him. "You would have been a good sister."

His words caused her to release a sob and she simply melted in Clarke's arms when she wrapped one of her arms around her.

After the leaders got back to camp, they announced to everyone that they found guns and then told them they'd be sending a group to get more tomorrow. There were mixed opinions. Finn and Wells were obviously not pleased by the decision but it wasn't like they had anything to do with leading the camp so Gabriella ignored their reactions completely. Raven, Jasper, and Monty seemed fine with it, all three of them obviously coming to the conclusion it would be safer that way.

Octavia was not present during the speech but when Gabriella was calling Bellamy over so they could talk to Jaha together, she saw him giving her one of the blankets they brought back. It seemed like a peace offering.

As much as Gabriella hated to interrupt their moment, they had to talk to Jaha. "Bellamy! The radio's ready."

Bellamy sent his sister one last look, asking something Gabriella could not hear before he turned around to follow Gabriella into the tent.

"𝘔𝘳. 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦." Jaha started coldly, as Gabriella and Bellamy put earpieces on their heads. "𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸."

"Before you do, I'd like to say a few words." Gabriella cut him off with a look of determination, "You sent us down here to die. Because we were disposable. But somehow, a big part of us is still alive. In large part that is because of Bellamy. He's one of us. He committed a crime before going down to Earth and you said that by going down here, our crimes would be forgiven. He deserves the same treatment."

She knew everything she was saying was against what she told Bellamy the first day they landed but she did not care. It was true. Bellamy was one of them now, and nothing was gonna change that.

"𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦--"

"It is." Bellamy chimed in, "If you wanna know who on The Ark wants you dead."

Jaha stared at the screen in surprise for a few moments before nodding to himself. Gabriella and Bellamy shared a nervous glance before looking back at the screen.

"𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘺 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯."

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I'm curious about Kaito & Akiho's ethnicity. They have JP names but those are surely not real names. Akiho's blonde hair & blue eyes look caucasian, but it is normal for characters in manga/anime to have colorful hair & eyes. They use Japanese honorifics when addressing people, but perhaps they just adapt to the language in each country they visited; or this is just for practical reason since the manga is written in Japanese and for all we know they actually speak British English with each other

I LOOVE when I receive asks like this! :D Thank you so much, anon! Aaaahhh this has the potential to turn into a full ramble so bear with me if it becomes long XD I fully intend to share all the theories, hints and headcanons I have on the matter!

Soooo, Kaito and Akiho's ethnicity!!

Let's start from their names, first and foremost.

I also believe there's no way those are their real names, and for Kaito we've already had our confirmation (here you can find some more info on the origin of the false name Kaito is using right now).

For Akiho, her full name is so connected to that of Sakura that is hard to believe it wasn't fabricated specifically in that way. Let's remember the translation of her full name:

詩之本 (Shi-no-moto, Origin of poetry) 秋穂 (Aki-ho, Autumn spike)

She's born and partly lived her childhood in England, her looks and also her complete ignorance of Japanese culture makes it hard to believe that one of her parents might have been Japanese and named her accordingly...I mean, I think if one of her parents was Japanese she would've mentioned it by now (sure, important info can always be disclosed by surprise in the finale, but it would sound quite inconsistent with her behavior throughout the series).

And yes, I think I'm one of the first fans who came up with the theory that her real name might be Alice and that her clan might actually be the Reed Clan, even though the canon story seems to not be wanting to confirm or disprove that theory yet. What is sure is that the actual family name of the clan is never mentioned.

It would make a lot of sense for her clan to be the Reeds, because it would explain the specific competition towards the Li clan in Hong Kong (maybe due to their shared connections to Clow Reed, a magician whose father was a Reed and his mother was a Li), and also the star imagery on their robes (we've seen that theme on Clow's robes too). Not to mention that it would be super cool to find out something about that side of Clow's family, since until now we've only ever got mentions from the Li clan. Theories and headcanons would run free as to why Clow decided to live in Hong Kong, closer to the Li’s, instead of staying in England (seeing the clan's behavior? Would only make sense)

And I would really like Alice as a first name for Akiho (see, even the initial and number of kana is the same: A-ri-su / A-ki-ho), personally I think it would also make sense as to why Kaito and Momo keep calling Sakura "Alice", if Kaito's goal is really to switch the two girls' lives: they're just calling her with the name of the "role" she would have to take on after the switch is completed. That, and all the symbolism there would be behind a real name that represents her past and roots in the clan, and the fake name she’s willingly using now, which represents her current life, the one she will choose to live from now on.

Why a fake name? There might be many reasons.

First of all, it would be for her own protection, as we all know that in CLAMP’s world, knowing someone’s real name is like having them in your hands. Seeing as Akiho is also, unfortunately, a “storage” of powerful magic, she’s exposed to the greed of the magic community, and so for her protection it would be only sensible that Kaito or Momo chose a fake name for her. Is she aware of that? I think she is. That scene in chapter 62, during the play reharsals, where Akiho got a brief moment of uncertainty at the question “What’s your name?”, and she seemed about to say something, but then stopped......that’s very suspicious.

And if we want to throw Lilie into the cauldron of theories for Akiho's ethnicity, I find interesting to point out that Lilie is a German name (it’s German for "Lily", as everyone probably imagined) and she mentions, in the flashback of chapter 60, to have baked chocolate pretzels for Kaito. Pretzels are typical of German cuisine, so I can't help but wonder if Lilie is partly of German descent, thus making Akiho partly German too. I think it would make sense as to why the Clan is always called as "the most ancient clan of magicians in Europe" and never specify their location/nationality (we can infer that from the flashbacks of the meeting between Lilie and Nadeshiko: they are based in England). Maybe their location is indeed in England, but the clan is so big that there might be members who are partly of other European countries as well.

And this is my pool of theories regarding Akiho’s origins.

Now, Kaito. As mentioned before, we know the name he’s using right now is a fake one, and for a magician of his rank it’s only logical. But what about his origins? In the flashback of his past, we can see Kaito ever since he was a toddler. He was very small, and found himself (the indication of how small he was is that he started to develop an “awareness of his surroundings and himself”) in this community/circle of people - not really sure how we should call them, but they were all males and wore all the same kind of outfits. It isn’t really clear where that first place was located in, but the hats those people (and Kaito) wear are cossack hats, and the place seems really cold so I don’t think we're too wrong if we say that might be Russia. Russia is also bordering Europe, so it would make it easier for the Association in England to find him there. By the way, I think those people with those cossack hats were the ones calling the Association to remove Kaito from their community, as they seem quite afraid of his powers from the few panels we can see. But is Kaito Russian? We can’t know for sure. He doesn’t look like one. His traits seem....more like Chinese, if anything. And here I can introduce my theory that Kaito might be from the Li clan. Let’s blast away any doubt right from the start: no, I don’t think he’s Syaoran’s illegitimate brother or something like that (ffs, Yelan might seem stiff but I’m sure she’s a decent person). But the Li clan is big, so he might have been born in another branch of that clan. Now, was he abandoned? Or abducted? We’re not sure, as the verb used in Japanese in his backstory means “removed”, but it isn’t clear if it was willingly or forcingly. How did I came up with this theory? It isn’t very solid, but elements keep adding onto it as we go so I don’t want to dismiss it yet. It all started when Yelan appeared for the first time in the manga in chapter 41. As you all know, I draw Kaito quite a lot and in order to make him look as close to the manga style as possible, I studied the structure of his face quite a lot. How his eyes are supposed to be drawn and all.

And Yelan’s eyes have the exact same structure of Kaito’s. Is this to indicate that he’s from that ethnicity as well? And what happens when we add the fact that he’s got that dark hair, that his magical power is Moon based, and that he keeps wearing asian-inspired outfits more and more, as of lately?

I don’t know if this will be confirmed or not, but I’d be really excited if he was born into the Li clan. Sure, that wouldn’t really mean anything as I don’t think he would feel to “belong” there, but since I can only hope and imagine a happy ending for them, it would be nice as a concept to think Kaito could have at least the support from Syaoran’s family and Eriol too (once all is cleared up, of course).

As you said, it would be really poetic to have Akiho and Kaito be the two new “offsprings” of the families that united and gave birth to Clow Reed long long time ago. This would put once again Clow as the common denominator between all the parties involved (and I mean this in the most positive way :D), it would strengthen the message of understanding and “coming together” that this Clear Card arc is conveying, among other things: even if we seem so different from eachother, you might never know what shared experiences you might have with someone else. And that contributes to the effort of understanding one another. Let aside that, as a personal wish, I hope Kaito and Akiho will have a future together and that would signify once again the Li and Reed families symbolically reuniting just like it happened with Clow (I don’t think any of those two would want to have ties with their families of origin, though, maybe only Akiho would have a nice memory of her parents).

All things considered, I still identify Akiho and Kaito as British, because it seems like England is the place where they lived in for longer time, and that formed their personal culture. We see Akiho talking and taking notes in English, in the anime, so that is definitely her culture of reference. I think for Kaito’s mannerism we could say the same. I would looooove to see Akiho and Kaito actually conversing in English in the manga, but as CLAMP are still not very well versed in English (I think Nekoi was studying it, but her knowledge might be limited), I dunno how comfortable they would be with that. But for sure, I can definitely headcanon them talking in British English to each other every now and then, in their household ^_^

#Card Captor Sakura #cardcaptor sakura #clear card arc #yuna d. kaito #Akiho Shinomoto #reply

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endthedrugwarnowdotorg · 1 year

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interpreting my lover over the only free psychic hotline 1 800 FOREVER

"FOREVER IN MY HEART, ANGEL i HAVE NO WHERE TO STAY TONiGHT BECAUSE i HAVE BEEN AT MY PARENTS HOUSE & THEY THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE iN A RELATIONSHiP WiTH SOME GUY NAMED NAiLL BECAUSE THEY MET WHEN HE CAME OVER TO CHECK ON YOU LAST YEAR WHEN ALL THAT SHiT WAS HAPPENiNG.. SO THATS WHY EVERYONE HATES YOU, CAUSE i TOLD EVERYONE THAT YOU WEREE A WHORE WHO FUCKS EVERYTHING THAT MOVES TO MAKE ME HAVEA REASON FOR WHY i WAS BEiNG A ViOLENT FREAKAZOiD." so your mom no longer thinks im a whore, hopefully? "i let her know that you werent actually josie grossie in high school & people were actually quietly not interested in not being your friend but you are just entirely too busy for most people.. so she does not think you are this ugly duckling turned swan person any longer but she does love you for being popular & turning my whole could look like a hoodlum vibe into some thing classier & for turning you into someone who could model & be a movie star & who never saw me as anything less than perfect. " "I forget why we were fighting but nevermind its because i thought you told my mom that you thought i was candices murderer" FOR THE THOUSANTH TIME I NEVER EVEN MENTIONED ANYTHING CLOSE TO THAT I NEVEER EVEN THOUGHT THAT I DIDNT EVEN WRIE IT DOWN FOR ANY REASON THAT I CAN RECALLTHO I AM AWARE IT IS WRITTEN SOMEWHERE. it was something i was compelled to but its besides the point. i never would have brought that up to anyone and never spoke to laywers or anyone without your knowledge. i know you might have, im not upset about it as much as one might think i would be because im mostly just glad you werent tried as a murderer.. i do wonder why i was never asked about anything but i imagine that was some well meaning attempt to keeep me from having to endure anymore pain. and also inspired by the things i said about you beingsomeone who is so much more eqiupt to testify at a trail.. in retrospect i do regret alot of things i said to you. too many things you took on as your own repsonsibily that i could have handled myself. But in my defense, you do love to be the person that does things for me. it brings you joy & how could that ever be wrong? somewhere along the road we ended up in this place where you believe me to be incapable which is not the case, & then some where resentment was built up but all of that nonesense at that point in our relationship i see to be a concerted outside influence and effort to destroy something beautiful like a blonde jared leto in fight club.. i know thats the case & i think we all know that i think i know whose to blame & for years now weve just been going in circles, possibly because my original assumptions werent accurate & the actual culprets, being the evil villans that they are, were desperate for recognition despite my misguided accusations being a total blessing to them if they chose to take it. I assume, as evil types generally do, they joined forces with the ones that i accused of being the originators of all of our confusion.. and that didnt make things any better but honestly it hasnt made them all that much worse. everything was stagnant to annoying, the only damage was to my ability to be brilliant & therefore my husbands happiness was also messed with which was great cause then there was this huge empty silence that they decided to fill with my husbands worst nightmares that they whispererd into his ears constantly for months trying to make me come across as some insecure unahppy bitch who doesnt want or have any interest in any of the amazing things that were being tossed at me because of my obvious suffering. that kind of shit, is the worst thing for a persons reputation, ive learned. having never been offered all that could ever possibly make a girl happy before, i was not aware of any of this but its obvious that i would have said yes to anything any one offered me.. even things i didnt want. thats kind of my MO. so me saying no to cody or hismother or anyone is just obviously fake. everyone else startedd taking advantage of my neglected gifts as cody grew more and more concerned and then frustrated & then started designing a hate fest to destroy me for being so overrun with tradgedy when hes trying to make a princess.. but i swear to god i did not know. now that i know all i want to do is tell him that i forgive him for hating me & more over that i am so sorry that i was portrayed in such a hideous light. im sorry if i ever said anything kind about anyone who was influencing him to believe such total bullshit. im sure that i did. he has always loooked to me for advice & in recent years i have just been trying to be nice to people who generally deserve nothing but the pain of athousand knives stabbing their back and stealing all of theirjoy. to do this kind of thing to him, thats what i cant grasp. They must just really be hateful ugly humans who want nnothing but misery for everyone because thats the only reason that they would allow him to suffer. me, sure you can hate me but HE IS YOUR FRIEND AND HE LOVES ME LET HIM BE HAPPY NO ONE ELSE WILL DO I AM AMAZING AND GUESS WHAT IM BACK ON MY BULLShIT SO YOU BEST LET HIM COME HANGOUT WITH ME OR HES GONNA GET ALL KINDS OF KEEENAN FRENCH STYLE CRAZY AND NO ONE IS AQQUIPT TO HANDLE THAT OTHER THAN ME. essentially, i am the most tolerant & forgiving person & you all can abasically get off scott free as long as you let me have my man back and dont expect me to acknowledge your evil in any regard because i refuse to let it even exist to us. you are failures. and you lose Cody frey as a friend in the end which is the worst thing anyone could ever have to suffer through. belive me, i would know well, actually.. i woudnt because im the only one who deserves him no one has ever loved anyone as much as him and i love each other and that is something you cannot stop despite all your best lil stupid pathetic efforts. and no i wont have sex with any of you unless you are my husband and im sorry about that but once im back in my place in the world you will be able tocome hangout with us and see what it was that was so much more interesting than hangingout with you guys cause it really is enlightening.

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BNHA season 2 stain arc next! The second half of the season~

My review of Season 2 part 2:

Oh boy, every introverts worst nightmare; social interaction. If I was in deku's situation, I would've acted like I didn't knew wit the man was talking about www

Iida stop lying to your friends please TOT

Yay aizawa isn't a mummy lol. I still can't believe deku only got 1 offer, like cmon, even zero has more than him. Also, mineta shut the fuck up, like you're any better

LMAO aizawa warning them to be careful with their choice of hero name cuz of his own experience

Hero name time!! Omfg aoyama's hero name I can't 😭😭 thank you tsu for being normal www

Aww lil deku comin up with all might themed names, tho ngl a lil embarrassing if he chose one of em

Ok the fact that denki knows who Hemingway, an American novelist, shows that he might not be academically smart, but he's not entirely stupid. Headcanon that he reads english books on his free time

Hhhhh great flashback to tensei q-q, nooo iida pls you deserve to take on the name

LMAO bakugo not being able to keep a hero name he's came up with 😂

Mineta, why tf are you still here... Ofc he'd go for mt. Lady

Pft all might being terrified of grand tornino, wonder how hard his training was under him

Oh god... Iida off to do a dumb decision...

Hhhh iida pls they're your friends, but this is what happens when you're being powered by the need for vengeance

Omg I forgot about the first introduction to grand torino LMAO and him pretending to be a feeble old man with a bad memory, he's an old gremlin that can kick ass, he's like yoda but sassy www

And now deku getting his ass handed to him, srsly how tf is his back not broken, I mean with the speed grand torino goes at, it would at least crack somethin

Ah yes, bakugo and best jeanist, good luck in trying to stitch in some manners in this boy lol

LMAO poor Momo and Kendo, thinking they'll get to do some action pact crime fighting stuff when in actuality they're just gonna model

Oh boy, endeavor... Yeah you tell him shoto!!

Deku treating his quirk like something that isn't his makes a lot of sense, since he's never really had a quirk before so he doesn't really see it as an extension of himself. Gotta love seeing a protagonist that's powerful but obviously has a long way to go and still needs training to hone their skills

BAHAHA BAKUGO'S HAIR 😭😭

Oh shit, the whole nomu situation and the multiple quirks thing. I kinda feel bad for the people that get turned to nomus, like pretty sure they didn't want to lose all sense of self

"Someone as crazy as this" that's rich coming from you shigaraki.

Oh god iida no... I get ur going through some emotional shit and want justice, but u don't wanna be a murderer, even if this is a villain

"We're not going to go after anyone that big" ya jinxed yourself grand torino

Thank you mister blue guy that iida is interning under whose name I can't remember for trying to put some sense into him

OH SHIT TIME FOR SOME ACTION! GO KICK SOME NOMU ASS GRAND TORINO!!

Iida nooo he's so tunneled vision for vengeance...

Endeavor is a terrible parent, but dammit he's good at his job as a hero, minus the being nice part

I still don't really see how tensei wasn't a good hero, I mean from what I could tell he was definitely living up to the title of "hero". No matter, DEKU ZOOMING IN TO SAVE THE DAY!! YEAH SHOTO ALSO COMING IN TO SAVE SOME ASS!!!

EW OH GOD I FORGOT ABOUT CLOSE UP ON THE LICKING EW

God this whole fight is just amazing, this is where deku and shoto become actual friends and iida gets some sense into him

Shoto and iida bonding over their shared past narrowed tunnel vision out of absolute resentment

"BECOME THE HERO HE WANTED YOU TO BE" now look whose giving the inspirational words! Shoto has learned a lot from deku lol

YEAH GET UP IIDA BACK ON YOUR FEET SOLDIER GO SAVE SHOTO FROM GETTING AMPUTATED! Oh and a cool kick flip too!

iida as the legs, deku as the arms, and shoto as the body, love these 3

Ya know, I realized that they still kinda treat nomus as if they're actually human, like they still arrest them and try to talk to ee. Which ig makes sense since there are mutant quirks and anyone can look like anything, so the whole reveal that nomus aren't human - well not anymore at least - would be a much bigger deal, even though it is kinda obvious

"My friend might be in danger" THE FIRST TIME HE SAYS THEY'RE FRIENDS YESSS

Ok damn giving some vocals onto endeavor's song aight then

Gotta appreciate that the pro heroes, adults, are being responsible and making sure the interns, teenagers, are safe. Yeah they're hero students, but they're still kids

"Our fight against the hero killer probably only took about 10 minutes" that was only 10 minutes??? Damn time feels a lot different when kicking ass huh

OH SHIT FLYING NOMU! OH SHIT DEKU!! OH GROSS THE TONGUE!!! OH FUCK STAIN TO THE RESCUE??

Oh boy stain's final speech... And also creepy ass face reveal, never noticed he doesn't actually have a nose

Oh lol it's the dog man cop www woof

I get that they're trying to avoid the abuse of quirks (which feels a lil dumb considering what happens in the future) but also, iida was going to die along with that other pro hero, like what else were they going to do?? They're kids yes, but the fact that they are means that using their quirks was literally the only thing they could do. Also mentioning shoto's dad like that really didn't feel necessary jeez

Lmao yeah shoto, the dog cop would've started with that

"Was that a boy~" LMAO GUNHEAD

Hhhh oh boy, these children need therapy I swear. But thank god for shoto breaking the ice, the hand crusher www

Oh fuckkk stain inadvertently helped shigaraki get what he wanted, which I think might've not been wat he meant to do but oh well

Now time to see everyone else's internship!

Bakugo my dude you are not cut out in making the public feel safe ya dumbass. Uraraka learning hand to hand combat! Poor Momo and kendo, barely get to do actual heroing. Tho the same could be said for kirishima and tetsutetsu, but at least it's an activity that's actually helping the community. But hey at least jirou seems to be actually doing some action pact heroing

Froppy your sense of cute is very different from everyone else's, including mine www

LMAO BAKUGO'S HAIR 😂

Denki thinking stain was cool, another lil tid bit of info in the suspecting he is the UA traitor

Eyy spiderman doing what he's good at! But deku's learned a few new tricks too- oop and he slips lol

WHY IS MINETA STILL HERE?? HE IS A HAZARD TO PRIVACY I SWEAR

Ah time to drop a info bomb. First time we actually get conformation and explanation on nomus, one for all, and all for one

Looking back on all this, I realized just exactly how much pressure there is on deku, like he's being entrusted to defeat this who-knows-how-old villain and he's just 15 like boi

Ah yes, Mt. Lady and Midnight interaction. Mineta fuck off

Huh didn't realize that the ranking thing was actually from midterms, thought that was the actual ranking of the written test. Lmao gotta love momo, we all need that smart friend in our life. Oh I did not notice this lil kiribaku interaction >.> tho that's a good way to make him tutor you www

Monoma has a really interesting way to show his concern for the safety of his people when it comes to the danger 1A attracts, like he said it in a way to insult them but he was also pointing out how if they keep this up they'll be endangering those around them. But they can't really help it tho, so he can't be mad at them for that, just his feelings of rivalry getting in the way as usual

Bakugo at it again with his anger issues and overachieving complex (is that what you call it)

Written exam monologue~

LMAO NEZU JUST CHILLING IN AIZAWA'S SCARF THAT'S ADORABLE

Teaching them that retreating is a valid option is really important, because they gotta learn that retreating can be used as a good strategy to get reinforcements when they're in a fight they can't win. A lesson bakugo really needs to learn

Kiri & Sato vs Cementos. Gotta say, they weren't very smart on how'd they deal with cementos. Like, he clearly has the advantage in this scenario

Tsu & Tokoyami vs Ectoplasm. THE HYBRID DUO!! Bird man and frog girl! "Tho apparently after a 2nd or 3rd song in karaoke, that number goes up.." LMAO WHAT I NEVER NOTICED THAT. Huh, I always thought tokoyami could do the whole fusing with dark shadow the whole time, or maybe that's my gold fish memory failing me. Oh hey! Tsu did actually ate the handcuffs, like it was shown for just a short second. Lmao gotta love dark shadow's personality

Iida & Ojiro vs Power Loader. LMAO OJIRO RIDING IIDA I CAN'T😭 and iida basically being a beyblade and yeeting him too www

Shoto & Momo vs Aizawa. Dawww momo... Her insecurities and doubt be hitting her, damn that's a mood. Oof, yeah aizawa has a point, shoto need to learn better communication with his partner and momo's gotta learn to trust herself again; not comparing herself to someone completely different. YASSS GO QUEEN!! SHOW EM WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF!!! Lmao, shoto no she's just tearing up a lil, she's not sick

Uraraka & Aoyama vs 13. PFFT I DIDN'T REALIZE AOYAMA MADE A PUN. Ah yes, the moment uraraka realized her feelings, thanks sparkle man. "I'm a mini battle hero" lol yes you are

Mina & Denki vs Nezu. God those 2 didn't stood a chance, like what were the teachers expecting. BRUH THEY REALLY JUST CASUALLY MENTION NEZU'S BACKSTORY LIKE THAT😭

Jirou & Koda vs Present Mic. OH DAMN THAT IS LOUD, RIP MY EARS. As much as koda's charades were funny, would've been nice to see him doing like JSL or something, like would be in character and some neat representation, oh well this is why we have headcanons. Hey, just cuz koda can speak with animals doesn't mean he has to like all of them

Hagakure & Shoji vs Snipe. Still find it fucking hilarious that this man's quirk is the power of glock, like it's not even an mutation, he just carries a gun. "YOU'RE A STUDENT I RESPECT WOMEN" LMAO SNIPE 😂😭 AS HE SHOULD

Sero & Mineta vs Midnight. I said it before and I'll say it again, why tf is mineta even here, he is a menace and a danger to the safety of the girls, like bruh. If he's gonna be in UA at least show him getting into detention for his behavior. Huh, lil bastard finally gets what being a hero is about, tho he still has a long way to go on the character development, like idk respecting boundaries

HOOO BOY IT'S THE BIG ONE NOW LETS GO

Deku & Bakugo vs All Might. THE MAIN COURSE HAS COME. God dammit bakugo, please I get you wanna win but you can't beat all might, for fuck sake get it in ur head and stop thinking with your ego. Hold up, why does a building have denki's name lmao??? BAHAHA LOL DEKU PUNCHING HIM, BAKUGO DESERVED IT. You said it all might, these 2 really need some counciling like boi. OOF HOW ARE THEY BOTH STILL ALIVE LIKE THAT LOOKED LIKE IT COULD'VE KILLED THEM?! Bakugo is someone that wins the way he wants to win no matter what, and deku is someone that just helps people even if they don't ask for it, this is just who they are. This is why they clash a lot, and a few other reasons. Tho they'll learn to have some equal footing, some day

LMAO deku with his ass up, and damn bakugo looks so peaceful asleep tf??

IT'S FUCKING DABI, hello missing todoroki child (started as a theory and is now confirmed, thanks spoilers) tho gotta say his voice isn't as deep as I remember it

Shopping montage✨ omg mineta PLEASE, WHO INVITED HIM??

Jeez shigiraki's theme song thing is creepy as hell. OH FUCK IT'S THAT CREEPY SMILE HHHH

Hol up it's only been 3 months since class started??? Damn, feels a bit short

#sharing my brain juice #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #fandom talks #acessment

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wandaluvstacos · 2 years

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Epilogue, Part 1 of The Halfwife is up!

You can read The Halfwife for $1 a month on Patreon. More info can be found on my website.

Summary:

The Tulean occupation of Mashuluwa–now named “Black Rock”– and the imminent threat of invasion from the Hitheree has torn Mardi Tillamangandu apart from his halfwife, Ilani. Mardi has provided Ilani a coded message notifying zhir of his new location, and Ilani decides to leave Black Rock behind to track him down. However, it soon becomes apparent that the Tillamangandu’s plans of escape have been dashed by the invading Hitheree, who have taken the whole family to the capital city of Janesh to await trial for their humanitarian and war crimes.

When Ilani returns to Janesh less than a year since zhi left it, Ilani finds a different city. This one has been torn apart by raging battles, and many of Parvalian society’s most privileged have been rounded up and imprisoned. It’s the Hitheree in charge now, and standing alongside them is the mysterious Zadje Nundam-Azlfraos, a revered Tulean who managed what was formerly impossible– uniting the disparate Tulean tribes against their oppressors. His single focus is acquiring justice for the Tuleans killed and disappeared under Parvalian rule. In him, Ilani may have met zhir match, in more ways than one. Ilani begins to unravel the history between them that others tried to bury, and zhi hopes that in doing so, zhi can save the husband whose life hangs perilously in the balance.

The Book summary, artwork, and chapter archive can be found on my website.

Excerpt:

“Did I miss anything at the wedding?” Mardi asked as Ilani lifted a hand to rub a thumb along the blanket covering Mardi’s chest.

“Not really. You missed two drunk Tuleans fighting in the courtyard that I had to break apart.”

Mardi chuckled. “Sounds like something you’d make short work of.”

“Then Zalu told me that she’s pregnant.”

“Already?”

“It’s why they chose to marry so quickly.”

“That’s how it usually goes.”

“They’ll make good parents.” Ilani turned zhir head slightly. “I also spotted Hajal and Kzuru having a private moment on my way home.”

“Copulating?”

“No,” Ilani replied with a snort. “Just kissing.”

“Ah. That’s better.”

“I wonder if Hajal…” Ilani trailed off in thought.

“If zhi what?” Mardi prodded.

“If zhi understands love in the same way I do. It’s something we haven’t talked about at length. Half Elder Illie made me feel like my nature is one most halfs share, but Hajal’s always seemed more oriented toward romance. I wonder if zhi feels equally oriented toward carnal acts.”

“Isn’t the point of becoming a half is to cure oneself of a lustful nature?”

“That’s what we were told. But it may be more complicated than that. I like to think that some cravings reside in the heart more than they do in one’s… you know.”

“Balls.”

Ilani laughed, muffling it by digging zhir face into Mardi’s cape. “Yes, as you say. After all, women don’t have… balls.” Ilani’s mouth twisted with a held back laugh. “And yet they enjoy themselves on occasion.”

“Yes, on occasion.” Mardi raised an arm and draped it over Ilani’s shoulders. “Though I think it’s all a bit more fickle for them.”

“It can’t be more fickle than my own feelings on the matter. One would think with time I’d have figured it out, but it all comes and goes, like the tide.” With a sigh, Ilani shifted, pulling zhirself closer to Mardi. The body heat was appreciated in the cool night air. “I’m happy for Hajal if it’s clearer for zhir. Though I cannot explain why zhi would be drawn to Kzuru, of all men.”

“Zhi likes a challenge. Sounds like someone I know.”

Ilani leaned back and smiled at Mardi. “You are nothing like Kzuru.”

“And yet I still present a challenge.”

“Yes, but the fun kind. Like a game.”

“Have you won the game? Or are we equally matched?”

Ilani lifted a hand and touched Mardi’s jawline. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, so his normally trimmed beard was starting to make him look like a Tulean wild man. Maybe he should give up on it entirely. Ilani might prefer he wear it braided like the other men of zhir lineage.

“We’ve both won the game,” Ilani replied with a smile. “And I’ll keep playing it until you get bored.”

“I’m not going to get bored.

#The Halfwife #my writing #original fiction #update #excerpt

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hamliet · 3 years

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The Todorokis: Lost in Darkness and Distance

“Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?”

-Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

I’m by no means the first person to point out Frankenstein references in Dabi’s character (see @linkspooky and @findingoutwhodabireallyis for more), but I am gonna talk a l’il more about it.

Dabi, just like the creature in the novel, is not just a monster: he is a lost child, a portrayal of the lost innocence of all of mankind.

Dabi paints himself as a monster of Endeavor’s creation, and the tragic irony of this is that by seeking revenge, Dabi is thereby perpetuating his own abuse and becoming more like Endeavor. Dabi is a mirror, a reflection of Endeavor, who is a reflection of society. To redeem himself, Endeavor has to first save Dabi; to save their family, the Todorokis have to save Dabi; to save hero society (which basically just went up in a pile of blue flames), the kids are gonna have to save Dabi, Shigaraki, and Himiko.

The Todorokis, for all their genuine mourning for Touya, do not recognize him when he literally appears in front of them. That’s pretty hurtful, and explains more about why Touya assumes Shouto is Endeavor 2.0 (since Endeavor and Shouto are the two who have seen him in person). Touya’s wrong--he and Shouto are/have been a lot more alike than he would guess (both wanting to prove their worth through becoming strong but without their father’s training)--but he doesn’t know that, which is tragically ironic.

In order to actually heal and move forward as a family, the Todorokis are all going to all have to be able to see clearly, to see and acknowledge their flaws and what’s been swept under the rug (Link talked more about this in her excellent meta here).

Touya starts off the chapter mentioning that he’s been watching Rei from afar and presumably sent her something personal (referencing the room number). He doesn’t seem like he hates her, and that’s good. However, also remember that as much as Rei is a victim (she is), her situation is complex. Abused mothers who are afraid to stop their husbands from abusing their kids is a painful subject best dealt with without moral declarations, but suffice to say that it is valid and reasonable for many children to hold resentment at these mothers, who chose their own fear and self-preservation over their children’s safety. Not all kids feel this way and that is very valid too! But many do. It doesn’t appear, assuming that translation is accurate, that Dabi harbors resentment against her. However, Rei quite possibly still blames herself for projecting Endeavor into Shouto in a moment of insanity, a moment that has left him forever scarred. Now she has another son, a son she thought she lost forever, who is terribly burned by Endeavor’s and/or his own doing, committing atrocities and threatening others. What will she want to do? To redeem herself in her own eyes, my guess is she will want to save Touya.

Fuyumi, the peacemaker, is going to have to face the fact that two of her family members want to literally kill each other, which offers her some potential complexity. So much for Natsuo not forgiving Endeavor as the main conflict source. Will she want Touya redeemed? If she forgave Endeavor, you’d think so, but he would likely want her to choose between Endeavor and himself.

However, Touya doesn’t mention Fuyumi this chapter. He does mention Natsuo as his confidant, and based on past chapters, we can assume Natsuo and Touya were quite close. It’s to Natsuo that Touya asked the question of his arc: why do I exist? However, by sending Ending after them, we the audience realize Touya actually risked Natsuo’s life--which quite possibly wasn’t his intention. Narrative consequences don’t only exist for Endeavor, Touya.

The thing is, Dabi is still the child kneeling on the floor emotionally (yes he’s an adult, I’m not arguing he can’t be held responsible, please don’t come for me). He’s still asking the same question he claims to have asked Natsuo: “Why do I exist?”

Touya still doesn’t know what the purpose of him existing is. Right now all he has is assuming it’s just to destroy Endeavor, a destruction that will destroy himself with his tormentor, because he’s unable to think about his existence without torment and abuse and pain. He defines himself by his firepower just as Endeavor defined him.

Compounding this, Dabi has some seriously self-harm issues. I mean, we already knew that because of his quirk harming him, but it extends beyond the physical (though we’ll return to the physical in a moment). Dabi is fully aware that what he's doing is wrong. Unlike Endeavor, he doesn't even try to justify himself. Essentially, this is emotional self-harm. He thinks bringing down Endeavor and the society that created his pain is worth harming every part of himself for.

Back to the physical. "Dance with me in hell" kinda implies Dabi doesn't intend to survive his revenge (I’m not particularly concerned about him though; he frankly should survive). Again, we should have already been clued into this, because back in chapter 191, Dabi was ready to fight and die just to destroy Endeavor.

The Todoroki family’s healing entirely depends on saving Touya from “Dabi.” But he has little reason to trust most of them right now. However, there is another family around him now who can help him learn to trust: the League. I know Dabi says he doesn’t care about them, but his rage when Twice died kinda suggests otherwise. Not only that, but Himiko asked him how his hand was, expressing concern for him. They genuinely care about him, and not just for his quirk and certainly not for his name.

The League itself is, obviously, made up of lost children. We have Himiko, whose parents ditched her instead of getting her help and who was villainized for her quirk; we have Shigaraki, who stumbled through the streets after accidentally hurting his family, begging for help, and only a villain came. Sweeping them underground, killing them and/or ultimately defeating them in a grand final showdown, won’t fix anything. Touya has been defeated his whole life.

What Touya’s never gotten is love and safety just for existing, is acceptance that he’s enough just as he is. What Shigaraki’s never gotten is someone believing in him. What Himiko’s never gotten is acceptance and understanding. Which they can and will likely all find somewhat in the League, but also should find through their heroic counterparts (Deku and All Might for Shigaraki; Ochaco for Himiko, Shouto and the other Todorokis for Touya).

#bnha 290 #bnha meta #dabi #todoroki touya #todoroki shouto #todoroki enji #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #todoroki rei #todoroki family #mha meta #bnha theory #league of villains #toga himiko #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #endeavor

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kim-monsterlings · 3 years

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Danon - M Hellhound x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: NSFW/Lemon; injury (brief, not to reader), mild aggression, mentions of death, soul bonding, fluff, receiving oral, penetrative sex (+ knotting), marking (no biting - tattoo), more fluff to top it off, with the NSFW only at the very end - (if there is anything else anyone would like tagged here that I haven't caught, let me know!)

Wordcount: 3715

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The creature rested at your front door had been your shadow for some time now.

The raven fur thick at its scruff tinged with a crimson the nearer you came, and though you doubted its domesticity - its claws were far too long for any house pet, not to mention in place of fluffy ears were ram horns, wide and curled back to its neck - you still felt sympathy for the creature, wounded as it was.

You first saw it nearly a month ago, trailing at your shadow when the evening fell into night. If the creature had wanted to have you then, it would have. The flash of fanged teeth hadn't been so unusual, until the muzzle almost tore back, sinew and tendons sewing flesh together, up to it skull. Then you'd known it wasn't quite a dog, nor some odd breeding anomaly, and had fought to ignore the memory.

Until the creature was at your backdoor come dawn when you went to the river for water and herbs for medicine. You were no healer, not properly, but your parents had passed down knowledge you cherished and made use of. Poultices ready-made waited for collection, all the while your stalker sat by the tree line, waiting; you weren't sure what for.

To see it so defeated when it was usually full of life tugged you down to your knees. The first time you had confronted it - in a rage of foolishness, really, considering how lucky you had been to avoid any harm at its infliction, the creature had staggered back almost in shock at having stones thrown, before letting loose a growl so low your muscles locked, and you thought then you had incited your own death, as its muzzle nudged up at your fist, the creature large enough to come to your hips like a pony.

The memory was nothing now. You whispered, hoping to soothe the dog-like demon when you brushed its fur. It gave a low whine, and tail thin like a whip with an arrowed tip tucked neater to its belly. Whatever it was, was decisively male, but your focus was more on the scratches curled deep into its stomach, and the wound on its throat must have been from another creature of the same kind.

"Hey, boy," you said and offered your hand for him to sniff. The notion struck you as pointless; obviously he recognised you, laying at your door after following for so long, but the press of a hot nose was more reassurance to you than anything. "Stay still. You'll be okay, boy."

The idea of letting him inside was daunting, but you couldn't just leave him there to die. No matter why he followed you, he had come to you now for help, and you pressed onto his back carefully. When he snarled, you winced through gritted teeth.

"Come on, boy." You tucked your hands beneath his back enough to encourage him up. Your door was open. All he had to do was collapse inside. "Go on-"

With a pitiful whine, he fell heavily against your thigh as you led him in. He managed to carry himself to the fireplace before landing with a thud, and though he still breathed, you weren't surprised to find him now unconscious.

Treating a dog was different from humans but you made do with what you had, and you couldn't do anything more than that. What you noticed, even as you tried not to, was the thick stench of something foul and smoky on washing away blood, and something about it twisted at you. Like it was unnatural. There wasn't anything natural to a dog of his size, with horns and a tail like that, nor a muzzle so wide and sharp, but you had already invited him in and tended to his wounds, so you moved on.

You left a bowl of water and some old meat at his side but when you retreated to your room, sharp canines snatched your wrist. His eyes flicked up to you, a bright, burning red against his ashen body. When you conceded and sat at his side, a soft whimper enticed your fingers to his scruff, careful to avoid the horns and shallow wound.

"You're okay," you hummed, holding still when he inched close enough to lay a heavy head on your thighs. "You'll be okay, boy. You’ll be healthy again, and you won't even try to eat me, will you? No," you whispered, and spoke until his eyes fell shut.

That night you spent curled uncomfortably back against the sofa, falling in and out of a restless sleep. You woke before dawn to find the beast gone, and in his place was a man. The first, natural instinct that came to you was to scream; his head was nuzzled against your thighs, a hand curled at your hip and clutching loosely, but the familiarity struck you before the screech came.

His body was the same black of his fur, a rich, almost obsidian, but the giveaway was the tail twined to his bare legs. Even still, his mouth seemed off, a little too wide, and the short nubs at his temples, though dramatically smaller horns, were the same.

So you yawned, snatching the blanket off the sofa and laying it across his thin body, too. Waking hours later with daylight on your face, you were alone. He had rested you on the sofa with a pillow beneath your head and the blanket up to your neck. It melted away remnants of fear, after being alone with not only some demonic hound, but a strange man, too, more than capable of harming you.

It was a struggle to continue your day as you normally would, but it was a weekend, so a short trip out was all you needed. You were back before midday but still alone. Alone until well into the evening, almost convinced it had been a fever dream until you had finished changing into comfortable clothes, and the silhouette standing in your kitchen turned, tail wound at his bare ankle.

"Oh."

The tail flicked and he watched you with glowing eyes, which darted back from you to the door. "If you would rather I leave-"

"No. No, stay." His head canted much like it had when he was the creature, and you smiled, offering him a change of clothes you had bought; not so much a change, but something to cover up with. "I'd like the company, and an explanation."

He apparently had no shame, and you had to admit, he needn't have any. His body was taut, and once more you were drawn to admiring him. The clothes hung off his frame, adding to his general unruliness - his hair particularly, ruffed with thick curls nearly enshrouding the nubby horns.

The stranger was a foot or so taller than you, stiffening when you reached out towards him. He blinked when you introduced yourself, before whispering, "my name is Danon. It's okay," he said, and tipped his head down.

They were rough, thick at the base, and Danon's breath caught when you stroked up to the tips. Horns of a devil, yet he stood before you still weakened by wounds visible, though closed over at his throat, at least. No blood stained the white shirt yet, so you instead moved past to make a drink for you each.

"Start from the beginning, Danon."

His lips twitched, though the smile didn't last. "I am a hellhound. We guide souls on from their lives here. My life is owed to you."

You sipped in quiet until it helped calm your thoughts. Sat opposite a hellhound, you needed the strength. "Sounds lonely."

His voice trembled. "It is."

When Danon chose not to elaborate, you embraced the quiet. He had only sniffed at the tea, but you wouldn't force him to drink it. With his hands so large, clawed, the mug shrunk between them.

He still remained quiet, so you watched him carefully and said, "you followed me for a month."

"It was meant to be you."

Danon's lips pulled back like he was snarling down at his mug, but the action somehow only made a smile grow on your face. He snapped his head up, slamming the mug down hard enough the handle shattered free.

"It was your life I was sent for. Not the elder man. You. Say something," he bit out, a snarl coming audibly now when you just looked at him, heart-pounding but face unchanging. "Is that it? You don't care about your own life? I could snatch it from you now, leave you there breathless until-" he bit his cheek sharp as his tail swung out in short whips. "I chose to give you time."

The only sound you could make was a breathless, "why?"

"I watched you long before revealing myself."

"Oh, don't tell me," you cut in, rolling your eyes. "You fell in love with me? Is that it?"

"Yes."

"Very funny," you snapped, and Danon's throat bobbed. Like you had done, he said nothing, and you began to grip your mug tighter. "Tell me you're lying. You killed someone because you love me?"

"His time had come. I sent him in place of your soul. The world cannot lose you. The way you care for these people… not one other soul is so caring. You deserve to live."

"But he didn't?"

Danon's long tipped ears twitched, almost pinning back once your voice sharpened. He thumbed the crack in the mug with his claw and grunted, "we can claim a soul. I fought for yours and until I choose to let you pass," he glanced up, finding your face ashen. "You will live. The elder was sickly. Longer for him would be a cruelty. His soul was so far gone I couldn't resist guiding him. It's like… like an itch."

Questions sprouted endlessly the more he spoke, and you fully intended to return to the matter of him claiming your soul, but he hunched over, and you wondered if it took a toll on him, being the one to cart people from this life. Better to have a guide than not, but your mind drifted to the man whose passing you'd heard of nearby; very old, very sick, and in a way, it was an easing of pain.

"Don't I itch?"

His warm laughter came as a surprise. Danon's tail swayed gently. "No. You're like a beacon to me. I need to scratch the itch, but your soul is where I return to. When you healed me, you accepted my claim. For simplicity," he murmured, canting his head a little to hold your eyes. "We are bound, 'til death do us part. It is late."

Like that, Danon dismissed the questions burning in your mind. He rose, his form slender and lean, before rounding the table towards you. His claws pressed beneath your chin and he fell low, so close his breath brushed your face. The warmth in your stomach tightened your chest. If Danon lowered himself a little more, you would lean into his kiss without pause.

"I will never apologise for choosing you."

Sleep evaded you for a long time. Knowing that a creature of hell was resting in the lounge gave you plenty to torment over, and like he knew, the soft padding of paws entered your room. The beast huffed a heavy breath against your hand before curling at the foot of your bed, a weight that left you curled into yourself. His presence was a comfort, even as you struggled to stop thinking of him.

He loved you. He loved you, and he had bound your souls together.

Sometime in the night as your thoughts became heavier, the bed dipped. The creature rose, a yawn baring sharp teeth in a display that had frightened you nights ago, before whining quietly. He nudged at your arm until you let him lay close, nosing at your throat and whining again until you were able to rest.

Danon wasn't by your side when you woke. There wasn't a trace of him left. The shattered mug had been cleared away, the smoky scent that followed him was gone, and the comfort with it. You almost thought it had been a dream, a delirious lie after being alone too long, and forced yourself to go about your day as you would normally. If Danon came home, it would be of his own choice.

He staggered into your room three nights gone and collapsed to his knees in reaching out to you. It was the thick of night, so you woke with a cry at somebody waking you. Danon caught your face in clammy palms and hushed you. It was without a word that you kicked back the sheets for him, and he crawled beside you - bare, but so exhausted you couldn't find it in you to care as he clutched you tight with a rough sigh.

It wasn't the time for questions, but you leaned back as far as you could with his arms snaked against you, brushing your hand against his burning cheek. "I missed you."

His glowing eyes blinked down at you. "You missed me?"

You hummed and leaned into his chest. "Did you have an itch?"

His chest rose beneath you but it was answer enough. Danon's kiss was tentative, pressed to your temple like a breath, fleeting when he laid his cheek to your crown. "I missed you, too."

"Tell me what it means to have my soul claimed."

"Come morning, you may ask me anything."

"Will you be here?"

The hellhound paused a breath. "I'm never far," he said, but it was answer enough as you woke entwined, cheek to his shoulder and with a tail draped over your hips.

For a creature of hell, sunlight blessed him. The sharp angles of his face looked softer in the golden hue, and you were free to admire him until he grumbled and peeked open an eye at you. Danon's brows dipped when he found you already awake, but you were quick to catch his arm before he could lean away.

"I fought for the right to your soul," he murmured, thick with sleep and slightly slurred. "It is mine. Nothing can take you without me releasing you."

"Don't I own my own soul?"

"It is mine," he said against the pillows, grumbling and turning away. Though as he fought to muffle himself, his arm around you tightened. "Pretty soul, too."

"Am I immortal?" Danon breathed a laugh. His tail flicked down your legs and he shook his head. "Are you?"

"If I wish to pass on, I may."

The words were rough and muffled now he had found a spot on the pillow to hide from the light, but you spoke still. If he was in your bed, he would answer your questions. "Will you pass on when I do?"

He hummed, "I might." You frowned, and he let out a rumble of a growl, turning fully from the pillow. Danon rose over you until you were laid back beneath him. "It is dependent on you."

"Me?" You blanched, "why me?"

"How attached I am. I never," he growled, and would have lurched back if not for your touch brushing his arm. "I never intended to claim someone. Your soul is my burden-"

"I'm a burden?"

Danon snarled, but you bit back a smile at the gesture. He brought himself close, forehead to yours, and whispered, "I loved you before claiming you. That is my burden alone. May I?"

Throat tight, you tried to hold your voice steady when you asked, "may you?"

"May I sleep?"

Your breath rushed from you and you forced a nod, laying still as he nestled back into the pillows. Danon's hand skimmed your stomach when you slid free, and his tail snagged at your ankle before unwinding.

Days passed much like that, and each in his presence weakened you. Confessions came in soft whispers when, to him, they were the only possible answer to yet another of your questions. You asked him if he had a home. He did; loose curls fell against his horns, brushed his dark eyes, and the answer, though he never did anything more than smile at you, echoed in your chest. It was the same reason he came back after a soul needed guiding, and the isolation of what he was struck you when he returned, falling into your arms no matter where he found you.

The worst came when he was gone nearly a fortnight. Some nights you doubted if he would come back to you, and the memory of him seeing you as beacon became your clutch. You had taken to resting on the small sofa in the days, knowing that if he came back in the light, you would wake.

His whine was so soft you thought him to be the beast when a warmth brushed your cheek, but arms tucked beneath you and curled you into a bare chest. Danon's lips lingered on your forehead before he laid you on your bed, whispering your name as he began to free you from your dress. The lace parted easily for him, and you brought his hands up to your sleeves when he made to turn, helping him undress you until you were left only in your underwear.

"Don't stay away so long," you whispered, reaching out to brush back his loose curls. Danon trembled when you ran your thumb against his horns. "What if you didn't come back to me?"

He closed his eyes and leaned into your palm. "That will never happen."

"This isn't one-sided," you said. Lengthened teeth cut into his lower lip when you slowly parted your legs beneath him, and Danon's hips fell against yours. He let out a breathless moan when your touch pressed to his lips and he let them part, tongue hot against you. "Did you not think I loved you?"

He whined, and his head fell heavy onto your chest. You gasped when he kissed the soft skin as it fell low, and his hands settled on your hips. "Tell me you do."

"I might," you said, and he was peppering softer kisses across your breast, hot lips drawing on your nipple until you groaned. "You'll have to do more than that first."

Danon's lips curled up against your stomach, and relief flooded you when he moved lower. His thumbs stroked small circles into your thighs when he pressed his hot tongue to the fabric clinging to your body, tasting you through it. His teeth caught at the hem and as you lifted your hips, he snatched them off and returned as fast, kissing purple flushes onto your legs before pausing.

"Tell me now."

With a small smile, you reached low to hook a finger against his horn, and breathed, "not yet, love."

He snarled half-heartedly before a long drag of his tongue made you choke. Danon flicked the muscle up until it nudged to your nerves, earning a sharp cry of his name in pleasure. The heat now rushing through you began to pool in your gut, and tightened with the passion he began to lap at you with. The hound growled low, and the shock of it ran in shivers through you.

Claws curled against your skin and he pressed your legs back to your chest. The same fire you felt throbbing glowed in his eyes, and he almost held your stare for as long as he stretched your tight body around his tongue, if you hadn't shuddered and bucked against him.

"Danon-" His nose forced hot air against you, nosing up at your clit and you stuttered out a plea, grasping at his hair and grinding your hips up to his face. "I need you. I need you to-Danon-"

He yelped when you dragged him up, and his body rubbed hard against you. The weight of him slick and nudging to your core made you wriggle, and he palmed your stomach with a small smile, the other hand circling his cock and guiding it up so his head rubbed to your nerves.

"If we do this, you will wear my mark." He turned to kiss your knee as it came against his shoulder. "Am I what you want?"

The shine to eyes was so innocent that you nodded, tangling your fingers in his hair again to drag him against you. "I love you."

Your voice broke on a hoarse cry. Danon laid over you, your legs strained up against him a way that had your body so tight and stuffed when his cock drove deep. His lips, thick and sweetened by your taste, parted on a heady groan with each thrust, each clench of your thighs dragging him deeper.

At that moment, your souls recognised the other; they must have done, with a feeling of belonging overcoming you as Danon cradled your face, running away a tear of pleasure. He rutted up as he began to gasp and shake, a weight slamming against your centre. He soothed you with a whisper of his love, and grinned at your answering whine before the claw of his thumb flicked your clit. Bolts of pleasure knotted in your core. You cried, seeing white and locking tight in the same second Danon thrust hard, the knot forced into you and sticking.

You felt him come, thick and hard until he was panting and kissing down your throat. The black swirls of his mark formed across your chest and Danon held you close as his knot swelled all the more.

"Stay here." He swallowed, nipping at your jaw before meeting your eyes. "Stop travelling," you said quietly, and Danon's fingers running down your hips paused, splaying wide as he looked down at you. Your traced his chest, drawn to the stretch of his skin where a matching mark laid. "Care for this village, the neighbouring ones. You said you only take souls at their time. Guide theirs."

"Stay with you?" His small smile tugged at your heart. Danon slid his arm lower to lift you up against him, brushing a soft kiss to your lips. "I will try."

I wrote Danon in like one sitting and honestly? He stole my heart. I don't know how it happened but this is the longest thing I've written that wasn't intended to be two parts. Danon is now my baby, and I hope you all loved him too - let me know if you did! Threw in the NSFW as a treat to myself. We love indulgent writing. Thank you for getting this far <3

#kim-monsterlings writing #exophilia #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #demon #monster x human #hellhound #hellhound x reader #hellhound x human #2nd person #female reader #Danon the hellhound #kim-monsterlings #exophilia fluff #exophilia writing

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vincememes · 3 years

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banana fish starters

WARNINGS: IMPLIED SA, VIOLENCE MENT, DRUGS MENT spoiler warning . to make it less long, the rest is under a cut.

feel free to adjust pronouns / names as needed !

ASH LYNX

❛ even if i did know something, what good would it do? ❜

❛ even a stupid street punk like me knows that ❜

❛ i envy you … being able to jump like that. ❜

❛ what could be more relaxing than three days away from these guys? ❜

❛ i wish i could hate you. i need someone to hate. ❜

❛ someone is dead. not that you’d give a damn one way or the other. ❜

❛ treating him like you’re giving the pope a bath isn’t going to help. ❜

❛ aren’t there any decent parents in this world? ❜

❛ that guy always regarded me as a human being with a real heart, not some sort of tool. ❜

❛ this little act of charity, you’re going to regret this. ❜

❛ i tried to forget. ❜

❛ stay with me... i won’t ask "forever". just for now. ❜

❛ well, i already know you’re a sick man. ❜

❛ ready to lose your life over a pizza? ❜

❛ my name... has become the signal for a massacre. ❜

❛ what on earth... have i become? ❜

❛ what do you think i am...? i’m a murderer... okay? ❜

❛ i told you before. i kill people. ❜

❛ they paid the price for their decisions— that’s all. ❜

❛ what the hell do you know?! ❜

❛ let‘s say i am ‘exceptional’. the problem is, i never, ever, my whole life wanted to be. ❜

❛ you said i am not like ordinary people. ❜

❛ there’ve been countless times in my life when i thought i’d be better off dead. ❜

❛ that nothing could be worse than what was happening to me right then. ❜

❛ at times like that...death looks sweet and peaceful, and unbearably enticing. ❜

❛ war is always good business for those in power. ❜

❛ sorry to destroy your youthful innocence. ❜

❛ you have any idea what those guys made us do? ❜

❛ don’t tell me you still believe the pen is mightier than the sword. ❜

❛ if you ask me, the white house can go screw itself. ❜

❛ i wonder if i’m dying somewhere. ❜

❛ i wasn’t expecting the law to protect me. ❜

❛ i’ve ignored it all my life... i sure as hell don’t plan on hiding behind it now. ❜

❛ just keep them away from me— please! ❜

❛ this town’s my backyard, remember? ❜

❛ sunrise and sunset are about the only times this junkyard of a city looks good. ❜

❛ even if i said no, you wouldn’t go back anyway. ❜

❛ if you went home i’d probably worry if something happened to you. ❜

❛ so it’s better you’re right here, where i can keep an eye on you ❜

❛ some people never change. ❜

❛ vulture got together with the viper. you make a great pair. ❜

❛ why now after all this time— does it have to be you, of all people...? ❜

❛ i don’t stand a chance. i’m dust against him. ❜

❛ over my dead body. if anybody hurts you... it’ll be over my dead body— ❜

❛ i don’t care who it is. i am not letting anybody hurt you. ❜

❛ do i scare you? ❜

❛ dont give me your stupid advice. ❜

❛ i’m happy, goddammit! ❜

❛ i know there’s at least one person in this world who cares about me. who doesn’t want anything from me. ❜

❛ do you have any idea what that’s like? i never did... not once in my entire life—until now. ❜

❛ and that’s worth more to me than anything else. ❜

❛ go back home! don’t look at me! ❜

❛ i don’t want you seeing me like this! ❜

❛ my hands are dirty with other people's blood. ❜

❛ i don't even know how many people i've killed. ❜

❛ i'm bad news. ❜

❛ i wish i could’ve been like you. ❜

❛ it’s just that… i always picture the worst-case scenario, that’s all. ❜

❛ guess it’s because i’m a coward. ❜

❛ i just can’t relax. it’s turned into a habit. ❜

❛ i was so scared i couldn’t speak, i couldn’t cry, and i screamed in my head, but... nothing came out. ❜

EIJI OKUMURA

❛ if i ever lose you too... i'll go crazy. ❜

❛ come back safely. i'll be waiting for you, forever. ❜

❛ if you feel responsible, the same goes for me. ❜

❛ my words might not mean anything now, but just remember one thing. ❜

❛ even if the world turns on you, i'll always be on your side. ❜

❛ humans can change their destiny. ❜

❛ if i'm going to die anyways, at least i'll die trying! ❜

❛ don't apologize. that's something for people like me to do. ❜

❛ i'd do anything for you. ❜

❛ i know we'll meet again, no matter how far apart we are. ❜

❛ you're the greatest friend i'll ever have. ❜

❛ you're not alone. i'm by your side. my soul is always with you. ❜

❛ you asked me over and over if you scared me. but i never feared you. not once. ❜

❛ i'm really glad i came here. ❜

❛ i met lots of people. and more than anything, i met you. ❜

❛ that’s when i decided. i would always believe in you, no matter what. ❜

❛ no matter what happened, he would always have at least one person... ❜

❛ i am very worried because i haven’t seen you and i don’t know if you are okay. ❜

❛ but so what? we are friends. isn’t that enough? what else do we need? ❜

❛ actually, i always felt that you are hurt, much more than me - that your spirit is wounded. ❜

❛ i know you are much smarter than me, and bigger, and stronger - but even so.. i always wanted to protect you. ❜

❛ but what did i want to protect you from? ❜

❛ i think i wanted to protect you from your future. ❜

❛ because your fate was sweeping you away, like a flood. ❜

❛ but i’m not saying “goodbye” to you... because this isn’t goodbye. ❜

❛ are you going off on your own again? ❜

❛ somewhere far away.. without a word? ❜

❛ i want to see you. i wish i was with you right now. ❜

YUT-LUNG

❛ a bloody history is inevitable when you are the one ruling. ❜

❛ what's wrong? you hated him, right? guess what? so do i. ❜

❛ no need to glare. i won't eat you up. ❜

❛ there's nothing you can do to help. ❜

❛ and what can you do to help? ❜

❛ you really irritate me. ❜

❛ you make people want to protect you or make them want to tear you apart and crush you. ❜

❛ so, what to do with you now. ❜

❛ i heard you tried to escape again. you have some spunk. ❜

❛ we have hired him, his target is your friend. ❜

❛ i have other things for you to do for me. ❜

❛ we still have two more scorpions. ❜

❛ i am a monster, too. ❜

❛ i'm not hearing any good news. ❜

❛ you become all tame when you’re around them. ❜

❛ you’ve degraded from a lone lynx to a content pet cat. ❜

❛ depending on your answer, i may not forgive you. ❜

OTHER CHARACTERS (shorter, max, sing, shunichi, etc.)

❛ his face when he laughed was cute, and childlike, and totally angelic. ❜

❛ it's my problem too! if you go alone, you'll just be killed. ❜

❛ you'll die for nothing! ❜

❛ i won't let you go alone. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, but believe me when i say this: i'll die before i let them lay a finger on you. ❜

❛ i can't anymore. set me free. i'm in so much pain. ❜

❛ we need to stay apart so at least one of us survives ❜

❛ if the former boss gets hit then it's the duty of the new boss to make the drop. ❜

❛ if we don't fight back now, we'll forever be expendable tools. ❜

❛ you asked me to look after them. ❜

❛ yes, honey. ❜

❛ that’s for you to decide for yourself.. ❜

❛ what’s wrong? you can’t punch me from that far back. ❜

❛ this will be the last time i give you a word of advice. ❜

❛ time is an ironic thing. for us, it means to age. but for people like him, it means to grow. ❜

❛ i love all women. they're beautiful and strong. like life itself. ❜

❛ it would only be making another one of us. ❜

❛ one more wretched being, unloved and unloving, whose only sustenance is hatred and nihilism. ❜

❛ don’t fight your memories, cuz you’re never going to win. ❜

❛ i guess home isn’t something you want to remember if you ran away from it. ❜

❛ in one second i knew he could read everything on my mind. ❜

❛ i wondered when this boy had started to watch out for his soul, then i knew how much he had suffered. ❜

❛ you are the most beautiful and the most dangerous, of all the beasts i have ever known. ❜

❛ rather than hate and be triumphant, you chose to love and be destroyed. ❜

❛ i staked my life on that choice. please try to accept it. ❜

❛ one who does not love cannot be loved, either. ❜

❛ you at the very least knows what it is to love. ❜

❛ how can you expect someone who suffered so much to have any respect for authority? ❜

❛ fine line between offender and victim it’s hard to know where to draw it. ❜

❛ there’s something about you that i just can’t hate. ❜

❛ 'cause you’re hurt your soul’s bleeding-even now. ❜

❛ you’re just like me that way. ❜

#rp starters #rp starter meme #s;; banana fish #banana fish rp meme #inbox starters #ask meme #rp ask meme #ask prompt #prompt starters #meme prompt #askbox meme #rp meme #i may have missed some good quotes i'm sorry

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helnjk · 3 years

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In a Crowd of Thousands - Part 2 // F.W.

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: You never really forget your childhood love. For Princess Y/N of Diagon, hers came in the form of a boy whose dream it was to start a business and support his family. As it goes, life–and her duty to her kingdom–had gotten in the way. She longed to see him again, to see the success she was sure he had achieved. Luckily, fate was on her side.

Warnings: food mention, alcohol mention (champagne, blink and you’ll miss it), gambling mention (it’s a small bet, blink and you’ll miss it again)

A/N: okay but im lowkey proud of this part. this is the last official ‘chapter’ of this mini series, and i’m really excited to share it with y’all hihi xx

(also also, there’s a bonus part at the end that you don’t have to read but i love it lol)

flashbacks are in italics

Prologue | Part 1

The grand ballroom of the palace was packed with people.

Princess Y/N of Diagon sighed internally as her eyes swept over its expanse. At 21 years old, she was mere months away from her coronation. And, as tradition dictated, a ball was being held in her honor and she avoided it until the last minute that she could.

To be quite honest, she thought that the idea of a ‘presentation’ was completely outdated and there was absolutely no need for it. She was more than familiar with her people and she didn’t need this night of frivolity and grandiosity to prove it.

When Minerva first brought up the idea of having to fake a smile and discuss politics in a stuffy room with a bunch of aristocrats, Y/N immediately rolled her eyes. She knew that it was tradition for her to be ‘presented’ to her kingdom, but she also knew that those invited to the ball would not be able to speak for the majority of her subjects. They would be nobles, far too uptight and far too removed from the masses to know what they would truly need.

They were exactly the kind of people the princess tried very hard to avoid when she went on her rounds throughout the towns and met with people of all walks of life.

The Princess was very dedicated to living out her goal of being a fair and just leader. From the moment she turned 16, she made it a point to immerse herself in the lives of those who relied on her for, well, everything. Though, much of the fire under her had to do with the initials etched into the trunk of a tree that stood tall and proud by the banks of the river.

Her reaction to the news of the ball, however, wasn’t appreciated by her governess. Not that she needed a governess anymore, but Y/N would always be grateful for the strong and steady presence that Minerva had been her whole life.

“Oh don’t look at me like that,” she defended, crossing her arms over her chest, “Even you know how useless these kinds of things are.”

Minerva merely shook her head and tried to look stern, “Yes, well, it is tradition, at least try and enjoy yourself. You are not expected to speak with investors and nobles all night, and there will be many opportunities to eat and to dance!”

“As long as my corset isn’t too tight, I think I can manage an evening with the snooty elite.”

“My dear I hope you know that you are a part of the snooty elite.”

True to her word, Y/N managed to get through several conversations without any sarcastic remarks or backhanded compliments. In fact, she found herself enjoying the party much more than she had anticipated. The music was lovely, the food phenomenal, and she daresay her dress was absolutely stunning.

She was fetching herself a drink when a familiar voice spoke next to her, “Well don’t you clean up nicely, sweetheart.”

“Lord Black!” the princess exclaimed, turning to him and letting out one of the few genuine smiles of the night. “I wasn’t aware you were going to be attending the ball! If I did, I would’ve stuck by your side the moment I entered.”

The older man’s eyes crinkled at the compliment and he leant in for a warm hug.

Sirius Black was one of the only aristocrats that the Princess actually held a fondness for. The moment the pair met at one of the first few meetings the King and Queen had allowed her to attend, Y/N knew that he was of the right sort.

He came from very very old money, but once his parents had passed and he was given access to the Black fortune and title, he began to make very good changes wherever he could. He was a silent investor in many business ventures, and more often than not, the businesses he chose to support would end up flourishing.

“Anything new and exciting to tell me about?” Y/N asked, taking a sip of her sickly sweet champagne.

Sirius’ eyes lit up at the question, “I met a very promising pair of brothers–twins, actually. Their minds are as sharp as a knife, and they’ve got the most absurd ideas! Brilliant, but absurd. I think they can make it work.”

“I’m excited to hear more about them, then.”

The pair spent a good amount of time chatting away, seeking refuge at one of the emptier tables and settling. This was a great compromise for the Princess, who was hitting two birds with one stone as she spoke to someone she enjoyed the company of as well as someone who was a part of the ‘snooty elite’.

He spoke about his godson and how he was learning to walk and absolutely terrorizing his parents. In return, she told him about how the coronation planning was driving her up the wall. It felt good to be this open and genuine with someone, especially at a function like the one they were attending.

Sirius was in the middle of an exciting anecdote about Harry’s adventures with his mother’s makeup when Y/N caught a glimpse of fiery red hair.

Her heart stopped and leaped simultaneously in her chest.

As if they were being pulled by a magnet, her eyes focused solely on the familiar silhouette weaving in and out of the crowd. Her tunnel vision allowed her to see him and only him, and her mind began to go on overdrive.

“Princess?”

She barely registered the older man calling out to her, too distracted by the thought of seeing him again. Of being in the same place as him again. Of finally speaking the words she held in her heart for years to him.

“Excuse me for a moment,” was all she managed to get out.

Y/N could hear her blood rushing to her ears as she pushed through the, frankly too many, people in the way of her and her best friend. She didn’t care if she wasn’t behaving in a way that a Queen-to-be should be behaving, she didn’t care about any niceties at the moment. The last few years for her were spent almost completely alone, without her favorite redhead by her side, and she would be damned if she was going to let this opportunity slip through her fingers.

If she was being honest, time hadn’t done much to settle the grief she felt over the Weasleys moving away. Every little thing had reminded her of Fred and she was ashamed to admit that she wasn’t as open to new relationships–or friendships–because of the lingering feelings she harbored for the twin.

But now, now she had the chance to finally speak to him after so long. To feel the familiar comfort of his presence, to be herself and not have to worry about being the perfect royal that she was expected to be.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

Y/N could see Fred, he was right there, only a few steps away with his back turned to her. He was laughing at something the person he was speaking to had said, his whole body shaking with unabashed glee. Someone in front of him called out her name as they saw her approach and she watched as he froze for a fraction of a second before turning on his heel.

Their eyes met and she paused mid-step.

The world was coated in molasses now, everything around her moving haltingly slow as they saw each other for the first time in years. All other things in the room melted away as he stepped forward, and suddenly he was standing right in front of her.

“Hi,” she breathed.

“Hi,” he replied, charmile smile and all, “I told you we’d find each other again, didn’t I?”

Y/N let out a small laugh, still in shock that Fred was really in front of her. His arms wrapped around her torso in a tentative hug, and she spared no time clinging on to him with a ferocity that surprised even her. It was almost as if she was trying to convince herself he was really and truly there. Luckily for the princess, he had no qualms with how tightly she was gripping onto him.

When she finally eased her hold, he held out his arm. “Care for a dance, Princess?”

“I’d love to.”

All eyes were on them as they walked onto the dance floor, clearly not just another pair among the others. Still, Y/N only had eyes for the man in front of her. Her eyes scanned over his features, taking note of the things that changed and the things that didn’t.

Fred was still her Fred, just older now, more confident. He had an air around him that wasn’t there the last time she saw him. It was a pleasant surprise, though, seeing him so sure of himself as he spun her around.

Music flowed around them as Y/N was dipped and twirled. She had never felt more like royalty than she had in that moment, dancing with Fred Weasley, her hand in his. Everything around them seemed to melt away as they moved through the dance floor, eyes locked and bodies pressed together.

Even when the music paused and they left the dancefloor, their hands remained intertwined.

Slowly, those in attendance began to make their leave. Some passed by the Princess to say their goodbyes and politely thank her for the night, but most knew better than to interrupt her time with someone who was clearly quite important to her.

Y/N had never been more thankful for the night to be ending.

“Didn’t know you were so popular, Y/N” Fred teased after another nobleman bid her goodnight.

“I am a Princess after all,” she replied, watching the man leave.

“And a damn good one, I’ve heard.”

She turned to look at him, “Been asking around about me, have you?”

The look he gave her nearly made her swoon. It was full of affection and admiration, taking the princess off guard.

Instead of answering, he merely cocked his head in the direction of the exit, saying “Fancy a walk through the grounds? I hear it’s been decorated quite beautifully for the night.”

After spending so much time packed in a crowded room, it was a welcome relief to be in the cool evening air. True to Fred’s word, the gardens looked spectacular. Lights glittered through every little nook and cranny, the soft trickling of water from the fountains filling the air. It felt like something from a fairytale.

The pair of them walked together in a peaceful silence, sneaking glances at each other every once in a while. It wasn’t until they found themselves in front of the old weeping willow that they paused.

“Remember this place?” Fred chuckled, his eyes scanning over the draping branches covered in glittering lights.

“How could I forget?”

For the first time that night since they had seen each other, Y/N let go of Fred’s hand. She gently moved aside the curtain of leaves in front of them and stepped into their childhood sanctuary. Fred had to take a moment just to take in the sight of her, a vision in the midst of a sea of stars.

His heart stuttered in his chest.

“Do you remember what we promised each other here?” he asked again, eyes shifting to the trunk behind her.

“It’s on my mind more often than not,” she admitted, feeling heat creep up her neck.

If he noticed how flustered she got, he didn’t comment. Instead, he said, “Me too.”

Y/N was right in front of the trunk now, running her fingers over the indented wood. Nimble digits pausing when they brushed over their initials. Fred couldn’t see her expression, but he could tell that there were many things running through her mind at that moment.

“I think I’ve held up my end of the bargain,” his voice filled the quiet air, “George and I have a rather successful shop in town, if I do say so myself.”

The Princess turned around to face him with a smile, her back to the tree, “I think I’m on my way to fulfilling mine.”

As they spoke, their bodies slowly inched towards each other, magnets unable to stay away. The air around them was charged, pushing the two together bit by bit. Soon, they were toe to toe, breaths mingling and eyes locking.

“I think,” Fred whispered, “I think I’m going to fulfill another dream of mine tonight.”

Time froze as his face dipped close enough for their lips to brush. Y/N let out a soft gasp as he drew close, body abuzz with nervous energy and skin alight with every touch. Fred was there to ease her mind, though, with warm hands at the small of her back and soft lips gently pressing against hers.

She felt herself melting into his arms, melting into the kiss as if it was what she was born to do. Nothing else seemed to matter at that moment.

Like waves finding their way back to the shore, crashing into each other the way only the ocean could, somehow Y/N always knew that Fred would always find his way back to her. The mere thought of it brought a smile to her face and she laughed as he kissed into her smile. Once, twice, three times.

“You are my dream,” Fred whispered once they broke apart, both of them sharing the same dopey grins.

“And you are mine,” she replied, pressing her palm to his heart.

–

The clock tower had already struck midnight when Princess Y/N and Fred decided to make their way back to the castle. The night was far too short for their liking, but it comforted them to know that they had the next day (and the next and the next, and so on) for them to spend with each other.

Their pace remained leisurely as they walked through the familiar place. The castle seemed brand new to the princess now. It was coated in a new light as she looked at it with fresh eyes and a happy heart. She came to the realization that the years spent apart from Fred were far too silent and still without him. Now that she had him by her side, the halls seemed to be filled with happiness and light.

The laughter echoing through the halls and the adrenaline pumping through her as they tried to remain unseen was a welcome feeling. It was familiar, almost intimate in a way. She was thrown back to when they were little and Fred had started teaching her about all the different secrets and passageways the castle had to offer.

“This way, Princess!” a young boy’s voice whisper-yelled to Y/N’s right.

She spun towards the direction of the sound to see Fred pulling aside a large tapestry. Behind it was a hallway she had never seen before. Her eyes widened at the sight, but she did not hesitate to duck into it.

“How did you ever find this place?” she asked, eyes scanning the narrow but comfortable passageway, “And where does it lead to?”

“I spend a lot of time running away from mother,” Fred shrugged. That earned him a laugh from the princess and he let himself feel smug. “This is a shorter way back up to your room, if you’re ever in a hurry.”

Now, instead of shortcuts and easy ways to get from one place to the other, the pair found themselves taking their time. Fred would tug on her hand and bring them into an empty alcove, stealing kisses and sharing soft smiles. His body was warm, a comforting presence beside hers, and Y/N found herself leaning against his side more often than not.

By the time they found themselves outside the Princess’ chamber doors, they were giggling like little children, running away from governesses and mothers.

Y/N’s back was pressed against the door suddenly as Fred’s body enveloped hers in a searing kiss. Her heart beat erratically in her chest as her hands found themselves clutching at his coat.

Then, as quick as he had come, Fred pulled away with a smirk, “Until we see each other next, Princess?”

She scoffed, “If you think I don’t have the resources to track you down and kill you for saying that, you’re wrong.”

“I’m only joking,” he grinned and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him once again, “We always find our way back to each other, don’t we?”

The princess rolled her eyes, but he could see the edges of her lips trying–and failing–not to quirk up.

BONUS

Sirius watched as the Princess hastily stood up from her seat next to him and hurried off in the direction of Fred Weasley. The same Fred Weasley he had been working with for the past few months.

He tried not to stare, but it was too tempting not to. His eyes followed the girl as she deftly wove through the throng of people–people who tried to grab her attention to no avail. It was clear that she had a goal in mind and she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted.

He watched as they locked eyes, as they shared identical smiles, as they glided through the dance floor and eventually made their way towards the gardens. It was almost ridiculous how elated he felt at the sight.

The chair beside him made a sound as it was pulled back and he turned to see who had taken a seat beside him. Sirius tried to ignore the man next to him, the man who gave him nothing but a smug smile, but it was useless.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, lips quirking slightly.

“I think you owe me a few galleons,” Remus replied, looking very pleased. He cleaned up quite well in his navy blue suit, and Sirius had to hold back from causing a scene in the middle of a very prestigious ball just so that he could show Remus how much he loved him.

Sirius rolled his eyes fondly, “So quick to judge the events that transpired this evening, Moony.”

The look his husband gave him was enough for him to dig into his pockets for a few of the gold coins. Remus held out his hand, opening and closing it in front of him smugly.

“You know,” Sirius said as he pressed the money into Remus’ palm, “When I made a bet against you, saying I was positive that the woman Fred was in love with was not the Princess, I really thought I was going to win.”

Remus pressed a kiss on his cheek and smiled, “Never bet against me, love, you’re never going to win.”

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skyandseaofsurprises · 3 years

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I Will Leave You Words- Kaz Brekker

Summary- A young boy and girl, met in the darkest valley, away from each other, to see the stars and moon. When they caught a glimpse of each other, they exchange and left some few words for each other.

gif is by @crowbrekker <3 so.... this is my first kaz brekker fanfic so pls be considerate lmao and my first post in tumblr, for that matter. idk i had this idea in my head so i decided to make a tumblr account in the middle of the night :) fanfic’s inspired by Je te laisserai des mots- patrick watson’s song and I LOVE IT SM AND I NEED ANGST. + i’m still half way of the books so this might be a lil ooc so sorry anyways here we go!! (i changed the age of kaz when they moved to ketterdam so instead he and jordie moved in ketterdam around the age of 5 and not 9)

What such good lies it was what came out of your mouth. Love, the most unexpected thing for such Grisha like you. A Tidemaker, and a powerful one. Your parents had died when you were a kid, and you were taken to the Darkling’s services. Such good power like yours needs help. He’d told you. You, being a scared and naive girl at the moment, didn’t see the evilness in his grey eyes, and you let him train you. For years you were in his army, fighting.

But you wouldn’t forget your life before your parents had died. You were all living in Ketterdam, and it may not be the best place to live when you are a runaway Grisha, but it was alright for you, it’d felt like home, or how you define home is.

Your parents were runaway Grishas; Inferni and Heartrender. They did not want to be a part of the war, and so they run, ran with their powerful Tidemaker child, you because they knew Darkling would want you to be in his side if he ever finds you, and that will certainly not be happening as long as your parents breathe.

While you were staying in Ketterdam, your family had lived in a small apartment, inside the shadows where no one can find you easily. You weren’t allowed to go out seeing as Ketterdam was dangerous, and your parents were the only ones to go out to get some money and food.

You obliged their orders and stayed in your apartment. The apartment was small, but it was still neat for one to live in. Whilst your apartment was located on one of the darkest alleys of Ketterdam, your apartment was tall, yet small, enough that you could see the stars twinkling underneath the shining moonlight, You’d rest your little cheeks on your smalls window and stare at it, the longing, sad stars reflecting back on your kind and tired eyes.

And then, all of the sudden, you had found a boy, lost and scared, on the alleys of your apartment. You were fast and logical enough to hide underneath your table; Remember, my child, Ketterdam and its people is not one you would trust. This man was a stranger and was probably just lost. So she hid.

She stayed there until the boy seemingly climbs to the top of the others apartment roof; using its back stairs. There the boy sat quietly and comfortably, watching the stars. You blinked, why would a young boy, your age, climb up one rooftop just to watch the stars?

You never knew why, but the boy’s name was Kaz Brekker, and his mother would sometimes take him on top of the highest grounds near their farm to watch the shooting stars. He seemingly turns around when you were peaking out the window, staring at him in awe.

He’d stared back, and he had smiled at you. You froze and felt your cheeks hit up as you subconsciously. closed your windows and flopped on your small bed.

That was the start of the nights you’d see him. And you kept seeing him.

Je te laisserai des mots I’ll leave you words

For over the years, he’d go to the alley of your apartment, to watch the stars. You guys were now 8, kids who met at 5, and you started to interact with each other for over 3 years. You’d been able to sneak out when your parents weren’t home, and lay a note on the ground of the rooftops, and wait until the unknown boy would be there, and he, too, would leave you a note of words and poems and dreams.

“Do you like the stars, too?” “Stars are wonderful, don’t you think?” “Yes! I’m Y/N L/N!” “Well, hello, I’m Kaz Rietvield.”

Every wakening of the breezing nights, you kids would interact with each other by sending little notes to each other, every night in your 3 years of friendship. You, still yet not allowed to explore the world and was only ever inside your apartment, would send him waves and smiles that could light up the world in distance. He’d blushed, look back at the stars, and would read your letters. Your smile could light up the world, seeing as it lit up his life.

Living in Ketterdam as orphans weren’t easy. Jordie Rietvield, his beloved brother he’d told you about in one of his letters, was going back and forth to jobs, just to keep them alive. Jordie had sent Kaz off to school as he works. Kaz, after schools, would go sit by the rooftop right opposite where Y/N’s window is and would leave her notes about his day.

Everything was alright in their little world. Until it wasn’t.

Y/N’s parents were dead. They caught the Queen’s Plague. It seems as though Kaz Rietvield and Jordie Rietvield had, too. The last time she’d seen them was when they were taking their bodies out on the ocean.

You’d cried. He was dead. Her friend from the other sides of the stars and darkness was dead.

You snuck off a ship headed towards Ravka, and when you were sent off to Keramzin, you had been tested as a Grisha and was taken to Os Alta, where they trained you in combat and how to use your Tidemaker magic- or science- or whatever, you never really cared. As for Darkling, he’d become your mentor, like a father. He’d tell you stories he uses to know when he was a kid and will help you in your Tidemaker skills.

En sous de ta porte Underneath your door

You were living a good life, but you never forgot the face of one dead person. Kaz Rietvield. You’d still send letters on Ketterdam, even if it was pointless to send letters to a dead man. You always addressed it to that apartment and made sure the letters were sent. You were being crazy; sending notes to someone who would never. . . no, who could never, again, read your letters, your stories, your dreams, and the stars.

After the wars of Ravka, you travelled around the world, in disguise, still. You is still yet to trust everyone after what happened to the Darkling. After you went to different places of the world, your last destination was Ketterdam, the home of the lost, the home of the stars, and your home.

En sous de la lune qui chante Underneath the singing moon

Whilst you were in the ship headed towards Ketterdam, you were looking at the sea, where your parents’ and a certain young boy’s body now lied within. You slowly bent down, the tip of your nails touching the seawater as you started to play with it, tears forming on your eyes. You were in the middle of the ocean, above was the moon, and you started singing for the lonely, peaceful moon.

It wasn’t great to be back on the sea of the dead beloved ones.

When you arrived at Ketterdam, the first thing you had noticed was it was darker, now as dark as the once alley of your apartment where you- Again, there it was again, thinking about the dead. Everything seems to remind you of him.

And so, you went straight to that alley of where you lived, seeing it pitched black. Of course. You’d grinned. You looked up at the starry sky and see the twinkling eyes you once dreamed of seeing again in your Ravka days. It feels good to be back.

Tout près de la place où tes pieds passent Near the place where your feet pass by

You stayed in the middle of that alley, not noticing a dark shadow watching you over your apartment’s roof. That shadow seemingly furrowed their eyebrows when you decided to walk to the stairs of your neighbors' house, where you dreamed of going to just to see a certain boy.

Because of the dark, starry nights years ago, you never truly saw what he looked like, but you knew he had ebony hair, and a smile you will never once forget.

When you arrived, you saw that your letter wasn’t there, and started to look everywhere, eventually climbing on the rooftop. There it was in front of you, the most beautiful shooting stars you’d ever seen. Wow, you thought. This was the best view of the stars in Ketterdam, no wonder he chose to pick this spot. You smiled to yourself, looking at your apartment’s window, seeing it empty. You smiled sadly, imagining your old self looking back at you, the orange light behind you making your whole body more noticeable. And then you realized, that boy knows how you looked like, but you don’t even know how he looks like.

You eventually left that valley. You decided to go to the place where they delivered letters around the world until you passed a club, a dark but loud club.

The Crow Club.

The Crow Club. That’s a funny name, you’d thought. You went inside and heard people gambling, drinking, and just having fun. You smiled to yourself, even in that pain and suffering you felt and saw 2 years ago, in the war, you were still the girl you once were.

You decided to go to the bar side of the club and ordered a drink. You tied your magical hair in a low ponytail as you waited for your drink until a Zemeni man had appeared beside you.

“And what’s a pretty lady doing here, all alone?” The Zemeni tried to flirt with you, adjusting his coat and ordering a drink.

You smiled kindly at him, taking your drink as you look at him, “Thanks for the flattery, Zemeni. Y/N.” she said.

The boy smirked at you, “Jesper Fahey, at your service.” he winked playfully again. You did not notice five sets of eyes looking directly at you and one boy whose eyes stayed on yours for the rest of the night.

He remembers. He remembered all of it. Your letters. Your dreams. Your hair. Your smile. Your eyes. The stars. . . all of it. He didn’t need a reason, but when it comes to you, he had every reason why you were the most amazing and spectacular girl ever.

His crows found your letters scattered on Kaz’s table when they were planning their Ice Court Heist, and he was forced to tell them who you were, (after some death glances and threatening threats.) He remembers it all like it was yesterday.

Kaz Brekker also remembers that day, when he was alone in the sea, the body of his brother dead, as he thought of you to keep him calm, as he thought of you. . . as he made you his reason to live.

When he was back ashore, Jordie had haunted him, and he couldn’t go back to you anymore, not knowing you had already left. And so, years later, when he’d finally become Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the Bastard of the Barrel, he came back to that dark alley, seeing all your letters from Ravka.

Caché dans les trous de temps d’hiver Hidden in the holes of wintertime

He kept all of it. Hidden. Safe. It was his one memory of you, and if that letters got destroyed, you would only be living in Kaz’s head, full of memories of Jordie and revenge, and he couldn’t bear to make that happen.

Kaz never replied. You were safe. Alive. And that is what he wants.

Until he saw you in the bar, until his brown eyes looked into your Y/E/C’s. Until he saw you, truly, not the girl hiding behind her window. Until he saw you close. Until you were finally there.

And yet, Kaz still felt like you were stars and oceans away from each other. Maybe it was always like that. Darkness and distance in between you and him. Maybe it was bound to happen, either way.

But Kaz didn’t want to believe that, and he actually convinced himself that he was cursed, never to loved, and to be loved. The memories of Jordie came flooding in, the water drowning him again.

Until you looked back at him with that smile of yours he used to remember. One that reminded him of the stars. One that reminded him of a boy that once loved the stars and one girl who also loved the stars.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, and Inej Ghafa, his wraith, who was sitting across from Nina Zenik, planning the heist, looked at the frozen man on the stairs.

She smiled softly; she knew you. Kaz would always send her to get some important letters of his on a dark alley, where you were an hour ago, and she saw you.

Kaz was still looking at you. And you were looking at him. Now, the water was gone, Jordie’s haunting eyes were gone, and it was just you. And your wonderful smile.

Et quand tu es seule pendant un instant And when you’re alone for a moment

Unbeknownst to you, you didn’t know he was the infamous Kaz Brekker, named like a boy you once knew, Kaz Rietvield, but you didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need you to know that. Kaz Brekker would fall if you left him again, and so, he approached you after composing himself.

He was Kaz Brekker and you were Y/N L/N. Not Kaz Rietvield and Y/N L/N.

Kaz promised to himself he would send you notes and letters, but he couldn’t find himself to do so. He didn’t want you seeing the boy who had once loved the starry sky, now a monster full of revenge. A greedy man of power and money.

He wanted you to remember that boy you met years ago to be the same boy. Kaz Rietvield was dead, Brekker wasn’t.

“Would you leave me words, too? ‘Cause I feel like I’m the only one contributing to this friendship.” “I promise, then. I will leave you words as you do.” “Hooray! Now, look at the stars! It’s a new one! The brightest!”

I will leave you words. You and Rietvield promised each other, but not Brekker. Oh, no. This was another love story to tell in another lifetime.

Embrasse moi Quand tu voudras

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siriuslyloonylove · 3 years

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One Rule, and One Rule Only by siriuslyloonylove

Sirius Black has one rule, and one rule only, about his feelings: “never, ever bother someone with your feelings if they’re busy”. And he’s always stuck to this rule, for example when James has a quidditch match the next day, he won’t wake the boy up if he has a nightmare, or if Peter’s eating, he doesn’t talk about how his parents starved him over the summer.

But the most important person he doesn’t want to bother is Remus, the boy whose problems seem worse than Sirius’, even though Remus repeatedly tells Sirius that it’s okay. The raven haired boy doesn’t want to bother him because what if he thinks badly of me for complaining about my stupid family while he never complains about turning into a werewolf every month?

Sirius knows he’s being illogical with that last bit, but when are feelings ever logical? He logically knows that Remus would do everything in his power to help him, even on the days before and after the full. He logically knows that being in a relationship means having someone to lean on when you can’t stand by yourself. He logically knows that Remus is the only one, besides James, who can help him when he’s feeling down about his family.

But he irrationally thinks that no one loves him, even after Remus spends an hour every night before bed kissing each and every one of Sirius’ scars, telling the boy a different thing he loves about him for every scar on his body, and has yet to repeat the same reason twice even after a year of doing it. He irrationally thinks that he’s only James’ friend because of coincidence, even after he took Sirius in as his own brother when he ran away from home and held him when he woke up in sweats from a particularly bad nightmare. He irrationally thinks that Peter is only his friend because James is, even after Peter smuggles freshly made blueberry muffins from the kitchens when Sirius is having a bad day.

He logically knows that he thinks irrationally, which leads to him bottling up his feelings until one day they explode and there’s nothing anyone can do to calm him down other than getting Remus, because everyone knows the only person he’ll listen to in this state is the boy with scarred skin and curly blond hair.

The explosion happens on a late fall evening of seventh year in the Gryfinndor common room after an eventful meeting with Headmaster Dumbledore.

“Headmaster, you wanted to see me?” Sirius announces himself to the room after walking up the spiral steps that lead to the Headmasters office. He can hear his great-great grandfather muttering curses about Sirius from where his portrait hung on the wall, but chose to ignore the hateful man.

“Oh yes, thank you Mr Black for meeting me on such short notice, please sit” Dumbledore said, gesturing towards the chair sitting across from his desk. Sirius nodded politely and sat down, looking around the room to take in his surroundings as this is the first time he’s been in here without knowing he was in trouble - I haven’t done any pranks this month, so am I in trouble?

As if reading the boy’s mind, Dumbledore laughs and says “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble, I just wanted to have a chat with you about a pressing issue.”

Sirius sighed in relief, shoulders untensing for a short moment until he remembered what the man had said. “What issue? Has Regulus done something? I swear I don’t even talk to him anymore, well he doesn’t talk to me.” He said, nervously playing with the rings on his hands.

“No, no this isn’t about your brother, well it is but it is more about your family in general - I received some unsettling information this morning about the whereabouts of your parents and wanted to gauge your reaction.” The old man vaguely said, leaving the boy confused.

“Okay?” Sirius started, “Have they done something bad-well something worse than usual?” He corrected himself mid sentence.

The old man chuckled at his response, shaking his head in surprise, “I see you already have a gauge for their actions,” he smiled sadly, “But yes, they have done something that they don’t see is wrong.” Dumbledore said vaguely, again.

“Okay? So why am I here, I mean I’m in no contact with my family other than the occasional howler sent to me when Walburga is drunk.” Sirius says as a matter of a fact, not understanding why he has to be here when he could be spending his time with his friends, sadly not with Remus because he has an essay to write in the library with Lily.

“Yes, Mr Black I am well aware of those howlers - we really need to block those coming in, that’s on me - but I am also aware of the fact that you don’t speak with them.” Dumbledore agrees, making Sirius even more confused, “Can you tell me your feelings on that?”

This catches Sirius by surprise, no one has even dared to ask that question in fear that they might get hexed, and he can’t very well go on hexing the Headmaster, so he shakily answers, “Well Sir, it’s not really something that I know how to describe - I wasn’t surprised when they disinherited me, I saw it coming from the moment I got sorted into Gryffindor, but I was surprised when they disowned me, not the family itself but Reg, because that’s when I knew that he had picked a side and it wasn’t mine.”

Dumbledore nods solemnly, “Yes, and who’s side are you on?”, which was the wrong thing to say.

“Are you asking me this because I’m a Black? Are you asking me who’s side I’ll pick in the end because I have incestual blood running through my veins, or is it because dark magic was taught to me before I could speak? Maybe it’s because you think I’ll choose my brother over my real brothers - which you must know that family doesn’t mean blood, love does. And if you think that I’ll pick Voldemort's side, then you’re not who I thought you were, because I’d rather die than let my friends die.” Sirius says defensively, not caring that he’s mouthing off the Headmaster, who doesn’t even have the audacity to look surprised.

Before Dumbledore can even open his mouth, Phineas shouts, eerily calm, from his place on the wall “How dare you speak to your Headmaster that way you filthy little blood traitor, I cannot believe you come from the Noble House of Black-”

“-Silence” Dumbledore booms from where he’s sitting at his desk before Phineas could spit more curses at him. If he wasn’t so angry, Sirius would’ve poked his tongue out at him just to piss off his great-great grandfather even more.

“Now Sirius, I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be, but that doesn’t give you permission to talk to me like that because all I’ve done is help you.” Sirius fights the urge to roll his eyes because he knows damn well that Dumbledore only does things that will eventually benefit himself, he’s heard the exact words come from his parents. “However, I am glad to know that you feel this strongly about the war.” Dumbledore says, smiling.

“Of course I feel this strongly about the war, I’m right in the middle of it and I learned a long time ago that I can’t push myself to the sidelines because someone will get hurt.” Sirius shivers, remembering The Prank.

“Yes, and I should’ve thought of that before having you come here, well now that I know how you’re feeling, you are free to go.” Dumbledore says, making Sirius sigh in relief.

But just as he’s about to get up, he remembers what started this conversation, “What did my parents do?” he asks, looking Dumbledore strongly in the eye.

“Nothing for you to be concerned about.” Dumbledore lies through his teeth, and if Sirius would’ve been more clear headed, he would’ve pressed on but instead he nods and gets up, walking towards the staircase.

“Oh and Sirius,” Dumbledore says as Sirius is about to walk down, “I’d be more careful about who you choose to shout at, you never know if you choose the wrong person in the end” He finishes vaguely. Sirius furrows his brows but chooses not to question it, just nodding and walking down the stairs.

When Sirius gets back to the common room, he immediately goes and sits down on the comfiest chair available, not even noticing his friends trying to get his attention. The only thing on his mind is wishing that Remus was here, but Sirius knows that he won’t get to see his boyfriend until after Remus was done with his prefect rounds after the library.

“Padfoot”

“Pads”

“Paddie”

“Siri”

“S”

“Sirius”

“Black!”

“Sirius Orion Black-Potter!” James says, exasperatedly, finally catching Sirius’ attention with his name changing.

“Huh- did you just call me Sirius Orion Black-Potter-Lupin?! Me and Remus aren’t married, and why did you add Potter?” Sirius says, looking confused.

“Yes! You weren’t listening so I had to get your attention!” James says frantically, moving his hands around in exasperation. “And one, you are a Potter, two you and Moony will probably get married before me and Evans will.” James says seriously.

“I second that last one!” Marlene shouts from across the common room, stopping snogging Dorcas for a second before going back to it. Get it Marlene!

“See!” James shouts happily, excited that someone agreed with him for once, before realizing Sirius’ solemn expression. “Wait what happened? Did you just get back from Dumbledicks?” James asks, reaching up to fix his glasses on his nose.

“Yeah.” Sirius responds, “But it’s fine, I promise, we’re not in trouble” he adds shakily, quickly standing up from his seat, “I’m going to go upstairs and lay down, I’m kinda tired” Sirius ends, walking towards the stairs before anyone can say anything, especially since it’s a Friday.

He hears Peter asking James what’s wrong, but doesn’t stay long enough to hear the laters response. Sirius quickly enters the dorm room and closes the door before taking off his shoes and getting in Remus’ bed and under the covers, taking comfort in the smell of soft vanilla and chocolate.

The tears don’t come immediately, but Sirius also doesn’t realize when he starts crying so he doesn’t really know how long he’s been crying by the time he does realize it. All he knows is that he’s clutching Remus’ pillow in his arms and crying into it because I’m so overwhelmed.

Why would Dumbledore even ask me that? Doesn’t he know how much it hurts to hate someone you love? Doesn’t he know-

Sirius’ thoughts are interrupted by someone opening the dorm room door, making him settle deeper into the bed wishing that whoever it is thinks that he’s asleep. His wish goes unheard when the person sits on the bed next to him. He slowly opens his eyes to see James sitting next to him with a sad smile and Peter standing behind him with a warm muffin in his hands.

“Hey Pads, we brought you a muffin” Peter smiles sheepishly, blushing pink.

“Yeah, and we brought you a cup of your favorite tea, we had to bribe the elves with helping do the dishes for the next week.” James and Peter smile proudly, which makes Sirius start to cry even more. “Oh no, Pads don’t cry! We don’t mind it, it’s worth it to see you feel better! Well I hope you feel better…” James says, looking scared.

“No, I- thank you, I know, I just had a really hard meeting with Dumbledore and I just feel overwhelmed” Sirius hiccuped through his crying, quickly wiping away his tears. “I promise I’m fine, I just needed a moment, but siriusly thank you guys” He tries to smile at his joke, though it comes out more like a grimace.

James smiles at him softly, reaching out to gently pat Sirius’ arm and move the comforter higher up. If Sirius were clear headed, he would push James away because he’s such a mother hen, but right now it comforts him.

“Okay Pads, do you need anything else? I can take over Remus’ shift if you need him” James offers, which makes Sirius start shaking his head muttering ‘no’ over and over again, he sits up and starts quickly mumbling about how Remus is busy and he doesn’t want to bother him, James can barely make it out.

“Okay Sirius, okay, settle down, I won’t get Remus” James promises, wrapping his arms around Sirius gently trying to get him to lay back down, noticing that the tears are falling faster down his face. James looks at Peter with a look that says “go get Moony” who responds with a quick nod and sets the muffin on the bedside table before quietly leaving the room.

“Please, you can’t get him Prongs, he’s so stressed with his essay and his rounds, I don’t want to bother him, please” Sirius cries out, grabbing onto James’ wrists and looking him in the eye. “I can’t let him know how sad I am, please”, his voice breaking off.

“Okay, calm down love, I won’t get him” James says, heart breaking at the sight of his best friend crying. Sirius nods frantically, letting go of James’ wrists to latch onto the pillow again.

Remus can’t see me like this, he just can’t. Would he think that I’m weak? I mean he breaks and rebuilds his bones every month and he doesn’t complain about it, this isn’t nearly as bad as being a werewolf - family issues happen to everyone, they have to, right? What if he breaks up with me because I’m selfish and crying over something that isn’t that bad?

James can sense that Sirius is overthinking everything, so he lays down next to him and wraps his arms around the shaking boy. Fifteen minutes pass of Sirius crying in James’ arms, the later hiccups every once and a while but relatively stays silent, sobbing quietly.

The door finally opens and he gently lets go of Sirius and stands up to give Remus room to climb into the bed, James nods at him, smiling sadly. Remus just looks at him with sad eyes and gets into the bed, wrapping his arms around a panicking Sirius.

“James, you promised!” Sirius exclaims, starting to shake even more, trying to push Remus away out of fear of rejection.

“I did promise, but I said nothing about Wormtail!” James said sheepishly before running out of the room and shutting it behind him and a flushed Peter.

“Fucking dickhead” Remus hears Sirius mutter, making him chuckle sadly.

“Hi, mon étoile” Remus softly says, making Sirius blush even through the tears. Sirius lets go of the pillow and cuddles closer to Remus, laying his head on his boyfriend's chest, even though the irrational part of his brain is screaming at him for it.

“Hi, mon loup” Sirius says, blushing even more at their terms of endearment before crying a bit more.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” The curly haired boy gently says, running his fingers softly through Sirius’ hair, making him cuddle more into his chest.

“Not necessarily” Sirius whispers. He would never admit it, but having Remus there makes him feel a lot better even though his mind is racing with irrational uncertainties.

“Can I tell you what I think is going on, and you can tell me whether I’m right or wrong?” Remus says, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Sirius’ head.

Sirius takes a moment to think about it, what if he’s mad at me? Or what if he pities me? But what if he loves me anyways? Sirius’ curiosity takes the best of him and slowly nods his head.

“I think that Dumbledore said something upsetting, or inferred something, about your family and you’re overwhelmed and think that I will think badly of you for having feelings, which by the way is bullshit because your family sucks and I love you no matter what.” Remus says, surprising Sirius, because that’s exactly what he’s thinking.

“What the fuck Moony? Are you reading my diary or some shit?” Sirius says while smiling, wonder and tears filling his eyes while he looks up at Remus to see his face.

“Sirius, I know you, I’ve known you for seven years and have loved you for every single one” Remus says, making the boy in his arms blush, “I know you think no one truly loves you, but I’m here to prove you wrong, for almost the billionth time by the way, because I love you and you’re allowed to have feelings. I know you’re scared that I’ll think you're weak, but you’re not. You’re the strongest person I know, stronger than me, and not to compare trauma, but hateful parents is a lot worse than my furry little problem.”

“But Remus-”

“No, you can’t change my mind about this, you are so unbelievably strong and I’m so proud of you. I don’t know what happened in the meeting, but I do know that it hurt you a lot. Fucking Dumbledore, he better stay away from the shack this next full or the wolf’ll tear him to shreds and I wouldn’t even care.” Remus interrupted him.

“Moony!” Sirius exclaimed, laughing while still crying.

“I’m serious!”

“No, you’re Remus, I’m Sirius.” Sirius said proudly, the tears stopping in favor of being proud of his joke that got old years ago.

“Fuck I walked straight into that” Remus laughed.

“You’re gay.” Sirius said feigning seriousness.

“Sirius! Stop!” Remus said, now crying from laughing so hard. “I’m trying to be- well you know what I’m trying to be, but really, I love you and nothing can get in the way of that, not your family, Dumbledore, not even Azkaban.” Years later they both would look back at this, one hoping it’s true and the other hoping the other knows it’s true, but for now they laugh with tears in their eyes.

“I love you, mon étoile.” Remus says, reaching up to wipe the tears from Sirius’ face and resting them on his cheeks.

“I love you too, mon loup, so much, thank you” Sirius says, wiping Remus’ tears away and leaning up to press a soft kiss on his lips, the love overpowering the sad feelings.

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second post for the night! i'm not really sure i like this one, it didn't turn out how i wanted it to and didn't even come close to what my original prompt/idea so yeah that sucks but it's alright. plus i think it was very fast paced and weird but oh well, please tell me what you think though! some people seemed to like it on ao3 (i still don't know how to link it in this post) so i decided to post it on here too :) i think i'm going to rewrite this sometime because it's not my favorite and i think i can improve!!

edit: bahahaha i accidentally named this the wrong name, it's supposed to be "only rule, and one rule only" lmao not "explosive feelings", i mean it was the original title but it didn't really fit so yeah sorry lmao

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black needs a hug #panic attack #comfort #angst #i really don't like this #james potter #lily evans #peter pettigrew #peter is nice in this #my writing #siriuslyloonylove writing #oneshot #explosive feelings #but not really lmao #didn't turn out right #it's fine

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all-my-love-for-harry · 4 years

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Delicate. — Part 1.

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a/n: Here we are fam, i gotta be honest with y’all, this is heavily inspired in the fact that i watched Miss Americana twice this month, what resulted in me going through my taylor swfit phase again. Pls bare with me, i haven’t written anything like this before.

catch up here!

They said artists become what they are because deep down they are as insecure if not more than normal people. Because they craved constant validation in what they do.

At least it was the case for Y/n.

A girl who has built an entire system around being accepted by the public, someone who their major source of happiness is provided by strangers all around the world. When you are living from the approval of strangers and that is where you drive all your joy and fulfillment, one bad thing can cause everything to go down. Y/n has spent her whole life trying to please the world so they would like her, so what she has achieved over the years would last.

When the world turned their back on her, Y/n had no choice but to disappear, because she thought that was what everyone wanted. Even then, she made her choices around what she thought would make them happy.

Y/n knew she could not hide forever, but for now, it was a necessary evil she had to take. Deciding to take a break from everything was the healthiest decision she has ever made, shutting down her social media, getting out of the city and going back home with her family was exactly what she needed.

"Mom was sad she couldn't pick you up from the airport."

Seventeen-year-old Jensen, whose driving license was still new and fresh, was the one who picked Y/n up when her flight landed. In complete honesty, she did not like using a private plane, but she could not risk someone seeing where she was going. Jensen was good at driving, well, he has not crashed into a tree yet, so they were safe.

"She would've brought Chase and scare Pandora and Lizzie."

Jensen chuckled. "She's obsessed with him. I haven't started college yet and she's already thinking about turning my room into Chase's."

Her parents’ house was a gated property away from others since it was safer that way. Y/n would not stay there the whole time since she had her own apartment a little closer to town. Her luggage, as well as her cats, were picked up separately and taken to her home, she would go there after lunch with her family. Jensen parked next to a black range rover that belonged to their dad, meaning both of their parents were home.

Y/n threw her backpack over her shoulder as she stepped out of the car, eager to finally reunite with her family, especially her mother. She is in desperate need of a tight hug, a mug of hot chocolate and a shoulder to cry on. Y/n did not realize how mentally drained she was until she saw her mother open the front door.

"My baby!" Louise exclaimed, embracing her daughter in a tight hug. "How was the flight?"

"It was fine. I'm starving though."

They walked into the living room and Louise closed the door behind them. Y/n dropped her backpack on one of the couches and sighed in relief. “Where’s dad?” Jensen went straight to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

“Get the white wine.” Y/n told him.

“It’s too early to drink that.” Louise took the bottle from Jensen’s hands and put it back in the fridge. “Dad’s outside. We bought some roses that will look beautiful by the pool.”

“You’re buying a lot of plants lately.” Y/n pointed a big vase full of daisies, her mom’s favorites, on the kitchen’s island.

“I like supporting local business.” She shrugged.

“That and she’s obsessed with the owner of the flower shop.” Jensen chuckled, cracking open a water bottle.

“Hey! That’s not true.”

“Mom, you there like… every day. Who needs new flowers every day?”

“Shush.” The elder woman faked offense then gigged. “Handsome young man, he is. I’ll take you tomorrow.” She turned to Y/n.

“Oh, no, mom. I’m going to lock myself in my apartment and try to write.” She said, making Louise scoff. “I’m serious!”

“I know you are. But living like a hermit is not going to do you any good.”

“I agree, sis.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, knowing they were right as always but did not want to admit it. The truth was, she wanted to write some songs, so badly, but could not find the right words. She was hoping to get some peace and quiet to get her ideas and emotions in order again. Before any of them could say anything else, David entered the kitchen while taking off his gardening gloves and smiled widely when he spotted Y/n.

“And who do we have here?”

“Hi, dad.” Y/n smiled at him brightly before wrapping her arms around her dad, who hugged her back just as tight.

“Good to have you home, darling.”

The family of four sat on the kitchen island and started to catch up. Jensen talked about his different college options and how he was considering getting a summer job this year. Louise kept talking about how nice the owner of this flower shop was, making emphasis on how he was also single. Y/n didn’t know what she was trying to do, but she didn’t pay much attention either.

Overall it was nice for Y/n to get out of her head for a little bit, and her family was always a great help for that. She knew she still had a lot to deal with, and she would probably get a call from her publicist and a lot of other people soon, but for now, she just wanted to think about anything else that wasn't the whole world hating on her.

"How are you doing, Y/n? Be honest." Her mom asked after they stayed alone in the kitchen.

"Been better." She sighed. "I don't want to think about it, mom."

"You have to talk to someone, sweetie. I know your team cares for you and is trying to handle the situation, but you can still talk to me."

"I know, thank you. I'm just trying to figure it what I'm going to do."

Louise sighed. "You sure you don't want to stay here? You have your room and everything."

"Thanks for the offer, mom. But I sort of want to be on my own." She said. "But I'll come for lunch every day, I promise."

Although Louise wasn't convinced by her daughter's words, she chose to not push it. She knew Y/n had her own ways to express her feelings, and she'd talk whenever she felt like it. So she let her go, making her promise she'd come to visit soon.

"Do you need a ride? I'm going to town anyway." Jensen offered, taking the keys of his car from the little plate they kept on the table beside the front door.

"Yes, please."

The drive to her apartment wasn't a long one, and in less than ten minutes she was opening her front door and being greeted by her two beautiful cats rubbing themselves on her legs. Y/n sighed, thinking about how much she needed to unpack now that she was here. The truth was, she didn't know for how long she'd be staying here, but she figured it'd be a long time so she packed a lot. Now she kind of regretted it because she would probably be in her pajamas all day anyway.

After cleaning Pandora and Lizzie's sandbox, Y/n decided to grab an acoustic guitar and try to come up with some melodies. She wasn't quite sure about any lyrics yet, but it was always good to have a little something to start a song.

She went from playing the guitar to play the piano, hoping she'd get more inspirations somewhere. But she had nothing. Not even one decent note. She was empty.

"Don't pretend is... mhmm. Think about the... No." She groaned and slammed the palm of her hands on the keyboard, growing frustrated. Why all of a sudden she couldn't even rhyme? Maybe she needed a break, or perhaps she was tired from her flight and tomorrow she'd be able to write something.

Turns out her writer's block was here to stay. A week has passed since her arrival and Y/n hasn't been able to finish one single song. Everything she started ended up being erased or in the middle of her living room after the ripped the page off her journal.

"I told you, you shouldn't hurry. Inspiration will come eventually, it always does."

"I guess. I just have nothing else to do other than play scrabble with you and write songs, or at least try to."

"Let me take out then." Louise started and Y/n shakes her head. "C'mon, let's eat somewhere or buy groceries and I'll cock at your place." Y/n looked at her mom and realized she wouldn't stop until she accepted, so Y/n offered Louise a nod. "Marvelous. There's this little café that I absolutely love. You'll love the owner."

"What is it with you and the owners of local shops?"

"They're my friends. Oh! We could drop by Blossom House. You could use some flowers around your house so it would look like somebody actually lives there."

"Stop dragging me, woman."

Louise drove them to this café called Furry Cakes, which turned out to be a cat café. Y/n obviously lost it as soon as they walked in, and nearly cried when she saw all the kittens, and absolutely shed a tear when the girl behind the register said every kitty except for one named Chaster was up for adoption. She felt like a little girl all over again when her mom told her she couldn't take every single kitty home.

Y/n was wearing a hoodie that was twice her size, plus some big sunglasses she refused to take off, even inside of the café. She was praying she wouldn't get recognized as she knew people were dying for a picture of her, see how she was after the entire world canceled her.

"We'll leave the car parked here, the flower shop is just around the corner." Louise pulled from Y/n's hand to make her walk faster. There weren't a lot of people on the streets and she was grateful for that, she hasn't gotten a proper walk in what felt like ages.

They stopped outside a modern-looking building with a big, bright sign that read 'The Blossom House'. It was simple yet cute. The pair stepped in and a little bell ringed. Y/n looked around, admiring how everything looked like it was straight out of a fairytale. There were little pots hanging from the ceiling and she looked up, she saw the ceiling was pure glass, which made the whole place brighter. Flowers weren't really her thing as she could barely keep them alive, but seeing this amount of flowers all in the same place... made her somewhat happy and warm inside.

She was so deep in thought she didn't even realize her mom left her and was nowhere to be found. It doesn't look like it from outside, but the shop was actually big and very spacious. It was also empty right now, not even an employee was around, so she decided to have a look on her own. It looked like they had all kinds of flowers in here, which made her even more excited because that meant they had-

"Azaleas? They're also my favorites." A deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She jumped on her place as she wasn't expecting it, which made the person behind her chuckle. "I didn't mean to scare you, sorry."

"It's okay..." She turned around and it was fair to say that was she saw stunned her right away.

In front of her, a gorgeous looking man was standing there with a bright smile on his face. She noticed the two dimples poking at each side of his face, making his smile even more beautiful. His emerald green eyes were the greenest eyes she has ever seen in her life, she believed. He had crinkles by his eyes due to his smile being wide. But to her, the icing of the cake was the beautiful mop of chocolate curls he had on the top of his head. She suddenly felt the insane urge to run her hands through it just to see if they were as soft as they looked.

"Harry, darling!" Louise appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her arms around the man, who only chuckled while reciprocating the greeting.

"Hello, Louise. What's it gonna be today? Tulips? More daisies?" Oh God, he's British. Y/n thought to herself.

"Gosh, you know me so well. I'm actually here just to look around, I see you found my daughter though." She smirked.

"I surely did. I'm Harry, nice to meet you, love." He offered her a hand for her to shake.

Y/n was a little surprised by the pet name but took his hand nonetheless. "I'm Y/n, nice to meet you too."

"I want her to get some plants for her house." Louise spoke again.

"Well, you're in the right place then." He said. "Do you want them for your garden?"

"No, uhm... I don't have one. I live in an apartment."

"Personally, my favorite to keep indoors are Begonias." Harry guided the two women to a different section of the flower shop and pointed to some pretty ones in pink color. "But I also enjoy Daylilies, although they're a little harder to maintain."

"Yeah, maybe not those then. I'm not very good at keeping plants alive."

"She killed a cactus once." Louise mentioned.

"No way."

"I didn't know they'd drown if I watered them more than once a week!" Y/n defended herself.

"Amateur mistake." He joked.

The truth was Y/n was too busy to have a garden, she was always traveling and didn't stay too long in one place so even if she tries to have one, it'd be dead by the end of the month.

"What plants are cat friendly? I have two at home."

"Bromeliads are cat friendly, they're easy to maintain too."

They looked around for a little bit. Harry said a fun fact about every type of flower Y/n pointed out, never failing to make her laugh. The funny thing was, it didn't look like Harry knew who she was. Either he hasn't recognized her, or he didn't know about her. Which by the way, not to be a narcissist, would be highly unlikely.

She ended up taking a couple of new plants home, starting to grow excited about them. It was true, her apartment could use a little more life to it, and now she was sure her new plants would do that for her. Harry was wrapping everything for them while he stood behind the counter.

"Oh, here. This one's on the house." Harry handed her a pot with some beautiful blue Azaleas. She took them with a growing blush on her face, a blush that went deeper when their hands brushed with each other. "Try to not kill them though." He teased.

Y/n rolled her eyes as her mom chuckled behind her. "I'll report their aliveness back to you, you'll see."

"You better. Have a nice day, ladies. I'm guessing I'll see you around, Y/n?"

"Sure, I'm uh... I'm living here right now."

Harry smiled at them one last time before they exited the shop. After the door closed behind them, Louise turned to Y/n. "He likes you."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"What do you say if we invite him for dinner sometime?"

"Like, at your house?" She asked surprised.

"Yeah, why not?"

"I have to keep a low profile, mother. For all I know he could be tweeting about I just exited his shop."

"Don't let the paranoia ruin the possibility of forming new friendships... or more." Louise sent her a wink.

"Okay, that's enough."

Y/n brushed her off, trying not to think much about it. A new friendship sounded impossible at this point of her life, let alone pursuing a new relationship with someone. She had made up her mind, she was better off being alone.

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