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ssa-atlas-alvez · 10 months

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okay but cowboy!reader taking jj horseback riding when they visit his parents town for a case. they don't come back to his parents house (where they're all staying- readers mom wouldn't take no for an answer) until the early morning and the team teases them about it the next morning over homemade breakfast. reader is all blushey about it because he just genuinely lost track of time showing jj around and jj just isn't phased by the teasing. buddy distracting everyone from the conversation by finally getting fed bacon.

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PART ONE (this can be read alone, but it starts the day after part one)

Description: Being close to home, the team finally get to meet reader's family. Things start out great and then... Not so much. Reader makes sure his younger brother knows that despite what their parents have said, he's still there for them.

Warning: homophobia, someone nearly says the f-slur twice (they don't say the whole thing, reader puts them in their place), mentions of going to conversion therapy, pro-conversion therapy views, being kicked out because of sexuality, unaccepting parents, unaccepting sibling (Jason's a bit of a dick and I stand by that). I think that's everything.

A/N: Sorry if this seems rushed at all aha (it's like 3k words but idk worried it's rushed). Also just to clarify I'm against conversion therapy (i'm saying it as a just in case it needs to be said).

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You all met in the lobby at nine the next morning, you winced, seeing the appearance of the rest of the team, “Y’all okay?”

“No,” They groaned simultaneously.

“Alright, well, breakfast is on me,” You chuckled, “And I’ll drive so you can all sleep on the way there,” You held back a laugh as they all relaxed in relief (well, minus Rossi and Hotch who always made sure to be relatively simple with their drinking).

It wasn't a long drive, two hours max, before you arrived home. When you got out of the car, you drew in a deep breath, childhood memories rushing in. You had missed his place. You tried to get back as much as you could, for holidays and birthdays, but it never felt enough.

“Hi Mama!” You cheered, walking towards her with a grin.

“(Y/N)! What are you doing with your shoes on?” She raised her eyebrows, putting her hands on her hips. “Boy you know you need to take them off when you get in!” Alice, your Mama, looked up, seeing the panicked look of the team, she continued, “Oh, y'all don't need to worry your pretty little faces about it, (Y/N) should have remembered.”

“Sorry Mama,” You responded, quickly taking your shoes off and removing your hat and giving her a kiss on the cheek, “How are y’all?”

“We're all okay, son,” A gruff voice sounded through the room.

“Pops!” You grinned, giving your father a handshake before a hug. “Where's the squirt?” You asked, looking around.

“I'm not that much smaller than you,” Aden rolled his eyes, you didn’t respond, simply pulling your younger brother into an embrace.

“I didn’t realise he was such a hugger,” Emily smirked slightly as she spoke to your mother.

“Oh, (Y/N)’s always been a hugger,” Alice says, “He’s a complete softy.”

“We could never have known.” Morgan said before continuing, “Especially with all his reckless shoot outs,”

“His what?” Your Pops exclaimed.

“You're such an ass-” You hissed, turning to Morgan with a glare.

“Y/N!” Alice exclaimed.

“Sorry Mama! See y'all come over and now I'm in trouble every few minutes,” You said, turning your attention back to the team.

“Is what this lovely man said true?”

“Yes Mama, but in my defence-”

“Good luck son,” You Pops said, patting your shoulder. “Can I get anyone a drink? I reckon Alice’ll be chewing him out for a least ten minutes,”

Three minutes into the lecture, the door opened and closed loudly. You turned and saw your older brother, Jason, walk in.

“Well I'll be damned, if it isn't my snotty nosed younger brother!” Your head snapped up and your Mama wrapped up her lecture as you walked towards your brother.

“Jason! How you been?!” You pull him into a tight embrace.

“Not too bad, not too bad.” Jason answered, “Plodding along,”

Your attention switched over to Emily as she cleared her throat, “Oh! Sorry, this is my team. So Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, Garcia, Emily, JJ, and Reid,”

“I think you only had a younger brother?”

“Oh, er, Jason was Mama and Papa’s first child and then they adopted me and Aden,” You quickly explained.

“I see, don’t mention your least favourite brother, I see how it is,” Jason teased, you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever,” Jason laughed and gently shoved you.

“Ladies, y’all can take the spare room,” You said, “Gents, y’all can take my room. Aden, you lucky thing, get me sleepin on your floor,” Aden groaned loudly, causing the team to chuckle.

You had a few hours to settle down and you showed the team around, showing them who’s room was who’s, by the time you were settled, you were being told that it was time for dinner. And soon enough you were all sat around the table.

"Mrs (L/N), we were wondering if you had any good stories on young y/n here?" Derek asks with a grin.

Your face pales as your Mama smile, "Mama, that's not really necessary-"

“Nonsense! Your team wants to learn more about you,” She gave you a smile, patting your cheek. You found yourself sinking in your chair. “Sit up straight,”

“Yes Ma’am,” You turned to Morgan, “I’ll get you back for this,” You mumbled, turning to your mashed potatoes.

“We used to have this horse, Cinnamon,” You Mama started and you found yourself groaning in embarrassment.

“You don’t even know what story Mama’s going to tell,” Jason pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter, they’re all embarrassing,” You mumbled.

“He used to sneak out at night to sleep in her stable,” Your Mama began.

"Which would have been adorable if he wasn't sixteen," Jason snorted, you groaned loudly.

"Can you not embarrass me in front of my colleagues?"

"You do that yourself," Aden chimed in with a smirk.

“Kid, don’t test me-”

“Whatever, you’re an old man now,” Aden shot back. “Has (Y/N) told you about the time he got escorted out of a rodeo for threatenin’ the judges?”

“Oh god, I forgot about that!” You groaned loudly, placing your head in your hands as your team laughed loudly.

When night time rolled around, you parted ways with your team. The men heading to one room, the ladies heading to the other. You and Aden made your way to his room. You set up the sleeping bag and laid down. Eventually, Aden hopped into his bed, turning off his lamp and leaving you both in darkness.

“Which one is the one you have a crush on?” Aden asked you, breaking the silence.

“Hm?”

“The one you message me about,”

“Oh, JJ,” You said. “The blonde one without glasses,”

“Oh, she’s pretty.” Aden said, “You should totally ask her out.”

“Not that simple I’m afraid kid,” You sighed, “We work together.”

“No, it is that simple, grown ups just complicate everything for no reason.” You paused, taking in his words. He did have a point, (sort of).

“I guess.” You shrugged, “I dunno, guess I’m scared of rejection.”

“That would make sense,” Aden shrugged, “Given our past n all,”

“Dr Aden over here,” You joked.

Aden paused for a moment, shifting so he could look at you, “I think I wanna be a profiler when I’m older,”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Aden gave a small smile, “I think I could help do some good.”

“Aw, you wanna be just like you’re big brother,” You teased before sobering up, “I think you’d be good at it,”

“Really?” You smiled as his face lit up.

“Definitely, you got a smart brain in there, kid.”

“Thanks!” Aden laid back down, the pair of you smiling softly to yourselves. Silence took over for a few seconds. “Y/N can I tell you something?” Aden asked into the darkness.

“Sure, kid, what's up?”

There was a small pause, before Aden’s voice laced with anxiety piped up, “Promise it won't make you hate me?”

“Nothing you say would make me hate you, kiddo.” You said strongly. “Ever.”

“I- I like boys, I'm gay.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “Kid, that's okay. You're allowed to like boys, there's nothing wrong with it.” You reassured, Aden breathed a sigh of relief.

“I wanna tell Mama and Pops, could you wait close by in case it goes badly?”

“Of course, but I'm sure it'll go okay. When did you want to tell them?”

“Hmm… Two days time? I feel like that gives me some prep time.”

“Okay kid,” You said, “Now get some sleep,”

“A’right, night, (Y/N),”

“Night Aden,” You said, “Love you kid,”

“You too,” He yawned.

JJ opening the door and chiming a ‘good morning’ is what woke you at eight am the next morning. Normally, you would have been mad, having been woken up so early. But seeing JJ smile at you seemed to put the world right.

“Mornin’,” You replied, your voice deep from sleep. “You sleep well?”

“You betcha cowboy,” She responded with a twinkle in her eyes, you huffed a laugh. “Your mum says breakfast will be ready in ten minutes.”

Both you and Aden sat up at the mention of food. “We’ll be right down.” Aden said. When JJ had left, Aden turned back to you. “Where’s Buddy?”

“Sleeping in Mama and Pops’ room, apparently they’ve missed him more than me,” Aden gave a laugh as he left the room.

After breakfast, you sat on your couch, staring out the window into your backyard when JJ sat next to you. “You know, when you were talking about your childhood yesterday, I realised something.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve never ridden a horse before,”

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to keep a variety of different jokes in your head - reminding yourself that it wasn’t the time or the place.

“Never?” You asked instead, and she shook her head.

“Nope, not once.”

“Would you like to? We’ve got horses,” You said, “I’m sure Mama and Pops won’t mind. I could even show you around a bit.”

JJ looked at you before nodding. “Yeah, okay,” She gave you a smile.

When you both got back it dark, you put both the horses back in the stables, following the usual steps (picking out the hooves and such) before you gave them an apple each and thanked them (something you always did after a ride). With that, you made your way back into the house.

“Well hey there stud,” Is what greeted you. You stared at Morgan, jaw dropped. “You two kids have been out a while,”

“I showed her around town,” You explained, feeling an awful lot like a teenager who stayed out past curfew.

“Uh-huh,” Penelope chimed, folding her arm.

“Hey, hey now,” You responded, “I just showed her around town, I showed her where I went to school, things like that.”

“Just ignore them,” JJ replied, giving you a smile, “They clearly don’t have anything better to do.”

“You wound me with your words,”

“Children, stop arguing,” Your Mama chimed, “Agent Rossi and Agent Hotchner has helped me cook dinner.”

“Rossi and Hotch are gonna be your new dads,” Morgan teased, you grabbed the closest pillow, throwing it at his head.

And soon enough, you were all sat around the table eating. “I’m just saying,” Aden said, he, Morgan, Prentiss, and Garcia grinning at you, “It’s a bit suspicious that you only took JJ out.”

You opened your mouth to argue when you witnessed Buddy stand on his hind legs and steal some bacon off of Morgan’s plate.

"Buddy!" Your eyes are wide as Buddy runs off with all of Morgan's bacon. "I am so sorry-!" You explain before running after him. "Buddy I thought we were trying a raw diet?!"

Buddy barked and your jaw dropped, "Don't take that tone with me, Mister."

“And on that note, I think we should all call it a night,” Your Pops said with a chuckle.

A few hours later, you laid back in your sleeping bag in the dark, “I think I’m going to tell them tomorrow.” Aden said thoughtfully, “I want it over with.”

“A’right kid,” You said, “I’ll be there,”

“I know, you’re always there when I need you,” Aden sat up to give you a smile, “Except for that time when you were too busy getting to know Rosie-”

“Hey, you told me you were fine, don’t open that can of worms kid-” Aden cut you off with a fit of laughter and soon enough you joined in. “You damn near gave me a heart attack with that.”

“That’s because you’re an old man.” You gasped dramatically.

“How dare you!”

“Boys you better go to sleep!” You heard your Mama exclaim through the door and you both struggled to keep your laughter quiet.

It was JJ that woke you that morning as well (something you could quite happily get used to). When she left, once again the pair of you got ready for the day.

“I think I might tell Mama and Pops before breakfast. I want to get it over with.”

“A’right, kiddo, I’ll be right outside, okay?” You reassured and he nodded. You gathered our clothes, getting dressed in the bathroom whilst Aden got changed in the bedroom. And then the pair of you walked downstairs, you waiting outside the kitchen door in the living room whilst Aden walked inside.

It had only been two minutes when Morgan approached you. “You good?” Morgan asked, seeing you standing in the living room staring intently at the kitchen door. You turned to him and gave a nod.

“Yeah, Aden wanted me close while he tells Mama and Pops something.” You answered, giving Morgan a small smile, “He was a bit nervous,”

The door flew open and closed again, looking at you for a split second before flinging his arms around you as he gave a small sob. “Kid? Kiddo, what's wrong?” You asked, rubbing circles on his back.

“You were wrong, it wasn't okay.” Aden cried.

“What’d they say?”

“That it’s wrong and I need conversion therapy.” Aden’s answer was short but made your stomach drop.

“Aden, look at me. There is nothing wrong with you. What they say don't matter, you hear me? They're bigots.” Your eyes flicked up to JJ, Emily, Penelope, and Spencer as they wandered in, concerned, “Why don't yall go pack some stuff, okay? 'm gonna talk to Mama and Pops, okay?”

You waited until Aden was out of the room before you walked in, “Y’all wanna tell me what the fuck you just said to that kid? He's crying his eyes out.”

“We told him the truth.” Your Mama answered.

“Really and what would that be?” You asked, folding your arms.

“That we don't want the likes of him under this roof.” Your Pops is the one who answered this time.

“The likes of him?”

“He's a homosexual!” Your Pops exclaimed, his face slowly starting to turn red.

“He's your son.” You stated.

“He's a fa-”

“Don't you even fuckin call him that again, you hear me?” You exclaimed, “I don't care if you're our pops, you call him that again I knock you out, understood?”

“We're your parents,” Your Mama exclaimed, “Where's your respect?”

“Funny enough, Ma, my respect left the minute you told my baby brother that the only way he would be accepted in this household is if he changed himself.”

“How are you defendin’ him?” She asked.

“There's nothing wrong with being gay.” You scoffed loudly, were they really so blatantly homophobic?

“It's disgustin’!”

“He's your son-”

“He's a sinner.”

“He’s a fourteen year old boy!” You could feel yourself starting to lose your temper.

“We've told him he can stay if he goes to conversion therapy.”

“Then he's leavin’. I'll look after him.” You state.

“You want him? Take him. We don't want a fa-” You don’t realise you’re reacting until you’re swinging. You hear a slight crunch as it hits his nose, you ignore it. You also ignore the pain that flashes through your hand on impact.

“I told you not to fuckin’ talk about my brother like that.” You state, pointing harshly at him. “Don’t fuckin’ talk about him like that.”

“(Y/N), You need to step out of the room,” You didn’t even realise Derek was in the room, until his fingers are wrapping around your shoulders in an attempt to pull you out of the room. You quickly shrug his arm off you.

“Y’all don't deserve a kid like Aden,” You leave the room, wanting nothing more than to go back in there and talk some sense into them. Instead you force yourself shoulders back, force yourself to take a deep breath and turn to Aden, “Come on kid, let's go. You okay with stayin’ with me for a while?”

“What’s going on?” Jason asked, walking into the room.

You turned to Aden, waiting until he nodded before you continue, “Aden just told Ma and Pops he’s gay and they told him to go to conversion therapy.”

Jason nods, “Good, it’ll help him.”

You scoff loudly, “You know what? I was so fuckin’ wrong about this family. Come on, Aden, we’re goin’,”

“You wait in the car, we’ll round up the others,” JJ said, placing her hand on your arm as she gives you a small smile. Aden follows you with his head down, hands in front as he anxiously picked at his nails.

You opened the passenger door for him, motioning for him to get in (the others could make do in the back for now, you needed to check on your brother). “Whatchya thinkin’?”

“I screwed all this up,” Aden whispers, “(Y/N)- I’m so sorry,”

“What? Hey, no,” Your answer is immediate, “Kid you did nothin’ wrong.”

“But now Mama and Pops don’t want anything to do with us, it’s just us.” Aden said, “I screwed it all up and now we’re back to square one.”

“Hey, no.” You keep your voice firm, “You did nothin’ wrong, what you told them is perfectly acceptable. It’s them that has the problem, a’ight? If that’s a make or break deal, then so be it.”

“But-”

“Kid, I would choose you over anyone, any day.” You said, “You’re my brother, which means you’re stuck with me for life. You hear me? I would rather have no one and still have you than have everyone without you,”

“But I-”

“You did nothin’ wrong.” You answer strongly.

“(Y/N)-”

“No, kid, I won’t have you thinking anything bad about yourself because of this,”

“I was just going to say that I think you need to go to the hospital,” He said, pointing to your hand, which was already bruising and beginning to swell.

“I’ll be fine,” You said, shrugging him off.

“Did you punch him?”

“Yep,” You replied, not one to lie to your brother, even about something like this. “He said some unacceptable things.”

“About me?”

“Yeah, kid. So I broke his nose.”

“I think you also broke your hand,” Aden pointed out.

“I did not break my hand.”

“Prove it.”

“How can I even prove that?”

“Straighten your hand.”

You stared at him, “Fine.” You begin to straighten your hand out, “Okay, you’re right,”

Rossi opened the door, “What’s the kid right about?”

“He broke his hand,” You stared at him in disbelief. “What? You weren’t gonna tell him.” You huffed.

“To the hospital we go,” Hotch chimed, motioning for you and Aden to move into the back so he and Rossi could sit up front with him driving.

“Sir-”

“We don’t want to hear it,” Rossi said, you huffed once more glaring at Morgan as he laughed.

And that’s how you ended up with a cast on your hand and a scowl.

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fan-goddess · 7 months

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I AM HERE!!!!! ugh that kinktober list made me so feral bestie, I cannot WAIT to see what masterpieces you come up with!

I would like to send my own request in (if that’s okay) 😌 you already know >>>> Aegon ii x fem!reader with the sex pollen AU (and maybe even the breeding kink + public sex) I wasn’t sure if I could request other kinks from the list, if you only want to focus on the one tho just the sex pollen please 🥹

ilysm 💋💋💋💋

- @lovelykhaleesiii xoxoxo

Authors Note: Hi bestie! Yeah you could request more than one I’m glad to take on the challenge!!! I’ll definitely enjoy encorporating them all!

Warnings: P in v sex, breeding kink, aphrodisiac, public sex, dirty talk, infertility is mentioned in for form of Aegon joking without any thinking, (if I miss any let me know),

Taglist: @humanpurposes, @lovelykhaleesiii, @valeskafics, @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @watercolorskyy, @amiraisgoingthruit , @f4ll-for-you

Your husband Aegon ii Targaryen, the eldest prince of the realm, whilst you loved him deeply yes was easily the most insufferable man you had ever met.

After the insistence of him for you to join him on one of his escapades to fleabottom, and the bribery of him getting something nice for you from one of the many stalls you two liked to visit, to your dismay you found yourself following him blindly and trusting him fully.

A mistake you’ll soon find that out to be…

“Come on my love! The stall I saw yesterday should be right around here…” He says, dragging you along with his hand gripping firmly on your wrist whilst you shake your own head in amusement. “AHA! Here it is! What do you think my love?”

Even you had to admit that this certainly made up for Aegons recent behaviour. The stall held an arrangement of flowers, varying in all shapes, colours and sizes. From where you were standing it looked as if it could barely contain its own stock. Which surprised you considering the almost exotic looking beauty of it all. Though you suppose in fleabottom, not many could afford such beauty.

“So? Which would you like to take home to display my love?” Aegon spoke as he rubbed a thumb on you wrist, effectively bringing you from your thoughts.

“I have no idea nuha zaldrīzes,” You sigh as your eyes dart across the stall. “There’s so many beautiful options I fear I may stay here all day deciding…”

“If I may princess!” A voice all of a sudden brings your attention and when you turn to it, you immediately lock eyes with a beautiful woman. “I may have an idea for the type of flower you both may need. If that is you are willing to allow me to choose for you?”

“Oh please do my lady otherwise as I said earlier, I’ll end up losing my mind choosing!”

“Very well! This my dear, is a flower from my very own home land. I think it would look marvellous in comparison to other flowers, and it would surely start a conversation in one of your lady groups?”

You didn’t dare deny the woman and say she was wrong, as it really was a thing of beauty. The petals were that of a soft purple and it deepened as it got closer to the edge.

When you tilted your head closer to it to sniff at it, you were surprised to feel a strange sort of breeze hit you when you adjust the petal to look closer, yet the thought quickly drifted away as the unique scent hits you.

It smelt like the salt of your skin after you made love to Aegon, mixed with the smell of your favourite fresh strawberries…

“Aegon my love, smell this please.” You beg. When you push the flower closer for him to smell, and he takes a small sniff, you can see his eyes widen slightly and look at the flower in confusion. If the moment wasn’t as confusing as it was to you, you probably would’ve laughed at his face.

Still, after you successfully purchase the flower for some silver coins, and begin the journey home, the sudden tightening grip of Aegons fingers on your wrist brings you from your thoughts.

“Aegon what is it?” You ask. It’s a surprise to the both of you on how breathless you sound. Yet it’s quickly pushed down to make room for the sudden feeling of arousal that enters your system, and the sudden shock you feel when Aegon pushes you into a vacant alleyway.

“A-Aegon what are you doing?!” You shout as he pushes so close to you, he’s effectively trapping you between himself and the wall. You hate to admit it, but as surprised as you are by the sudden turn of events, the ache you feel between your legs seems to take first place in regards to attention.

“You smell so fucking good…” He groans, almost animalistic in his words and his actions to reveal your somehow already sweat covered skin to him.

You should’ve been horrified by his sudden onslaught of lust. You should’ve been acting like a respected wife and begun pushing him off you and insisting this sort of behaviour should happen only in the privacy of yours and his’ chambers. Yet that all seems to wash away as you find yourself gushing more into the soaked fabric of your underclothes the more revealing you become.

All you could think about in that moment though was Aegon fucking you into oblivion, and by the looks of his eyes as they dilate to a deep purple, it was all Aegon could think about too.

“Gonna be my good little wife yes? My good little breeding whore?”

“Yes husband yes!” You whine as Aegon wastes no time in pushing his trousers down enough before sliding your damp underclothes to the side, and pushing his cock as deep as he could inside of you as you wrap your legs round his waist.

Preparation was always usually needed before Aegon fucked you, due to his larger than average size. Yet as he’s currently fucking you into oblivion, impaling you over and over again with his cock as your visible skin is roughly dragged against the wall, the dull ache from him only seemed to heighten your pleasure.

“Oh shit” You whine. Somehow, your orgasm is already steadily approaching quick and fast as Aegons cock bullies your sweet spot already.

Maybe it’s the sudden feeling of Aegon pinching your clit, or maybe it’s the sudden pain you feel of something digging into your bare shoulder? But all you know is that all of a sudden your cunt is clenching down tightly on Aegons cock, milking his cock for what all he has as you cum loudly around him.

It’s a filthy thing, you think, as you feel the conjoined liquids of yours and Aegons dripping slightly down the skin of your thigh. But it’s an even filthier thing to realise that Aegon is still somehow hard inside of you, and that your still feeling aroused than ever.

“Ready for another round dear wife? Who knows… maybe this’ll be where we finally conceive our heir… in a filthy street around the corner from the brothels.” Aegon teases as he nips the skin of your bare shoulder between his teeth, leaving small indents there to distract you whilst he thrusts slowly into your dripping heat over again with a light groan.

“Please Aegon, don’t tease me! I need more!” A wanton sound is released from your mouth as all you can think about it what Aegon said. Maybe you would become pregnant from this. In some dreary common place alley where anyone could walk past and see the both of you… it sends a thrill up your spine like no other.

“Fine! If my wife wishes to be bred like a common woman, then she’ll be bred like some common woman, with my seed dripping down her thighs!”

You don’t know how it happens, but the next thing you know Aegon is using all his energy to keep you pushed against the wall as he thrusts himself as deep as he can inside of you. Maybe it was just in the moment, but you swore you could feel Aegon practically entering your womb at that moment.

Yet the idea of the pain excites you, frightens you even at this sudden rush of arousal hits you.

It also frightens you how you and Aegons sudden thirst for each others bodies are not quenched even after that second round against the wall. Not even a third round satisfies the two you.

The first time Aegons cock finally softens inside of you, is after the fifth round of fucking.

It’s so satisfactory to feel as a whole, yet when the tender aftercare moment is over, the fatigue hits the two of you like a heavy stone over the head.

“What the fuck just happened…” You exclaim as you giggle into the depth of Aegons shoulder.

“I don’t know… but I’m not exactly complaining right now dear wife. Also, I wasn’t lying earlier.”

“Hmm? Lying about what?” You murmur halfheartedly as you attempt to make yourself look presentable as you could. The skin of your back feels raw from the rough friction of the wall, and your legs feel like they’re about to buckle under the stress.

“I wasn’t lying about conceiving our child in this alleyway. Though after that excellent yet unexplainable performance my love, I don’t think we’ll have issue with it. If we did, then one of us has to be barren I swear on the seven!” Aegons swears as he buckles up his trousers and pushes his hair back before moving to help you look presentable.

Much to your amusement though, Aegons hair didn’t look any different to how it looked before the lust took over your systems.

As you begin to giggle from what may or may not be drowsiness, your eyes look over to the discarded flower Aegon bought you that had fallen to the floor seemingly in the hassle. It’s petals still held that soft purple hue, yet the inner pistil seems to have engorged slightly as they spill from the inner part.

Much to your inner amusement though, the sight of two common rats seemingly fucking makes you realise just exactly what brought on this sudden onslaught of lust. Who knows, maybe you’ll visit the lady again sometime soon for some more flowers…

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tkingfisher · 1 year

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Following the monk seals snorting eels post, I’d said that it wouldn’t be the tenth weirdest thing I’d heard about mammals. And then someone in the tags asked what the ten weirdest WOULD be.

Okay, I’ll confess there was some hyperbole there, because I didn’t have ten off the top of my head, but here’s three that strike me as A Thing:

CW: Animal injury and death! Also it’s disgusting! Read at own risk!

We all mostly know about hyena genitals by now, which is pretty wild in and of itself, but it gets weirder. Given that they have to give birth through the pseudo-penis, you’d think they’d be better at it, but the umbilical cord isn’t as long as the lady hyena’s junk, AND there’s a weird elbow turn, so cubs often suffocate on the way out. This may explain why they’re born so goddamn angry that siblings have been observed fighting *while still inside the amniotic sac.*

(I once peed while surrounded by hyenas. The African bush is not an easy place for a woman with a small bladder.)

(That’s not a weird mammal fact, except insomuch as I am a weird mammal.)

Lemurs will take giant millipedes, nip them to make them secrete toxins, then rub the millipede on their fur as insect repellent. But the millipede toxins also make them High As Fuck and cause them to salivate, so you end up with a bunch of stoned, drooling lemurs passing around a millipede that probably had other stuff to do today, dammit.

Ambergris is a weird waxy mass that stinks like the devil eating sardines in hell, and so of course is used in perfume. (It mellows.) For centuries nobody actually knew where it came from, just that it would sometimes wash up on shore. Eventually it was discovered in the guts of sperm whales and some clever soul figured out that it involved the indigestible bits of squid, like beaks. “Aha!” said humanity, “it must be whale vomit!”

Humanity, alas, was unduly optimistic. See, the whales regurgitate most of the squid beaks normally—they’ve got four stomachs, like a ruminant, and since they can’t chew, the first stomach is super tough and muscular to crush their food and to resist the assault of the squid, which is often still alive at this point—and so if they barfed up the beaks, there would be no ambergris. But sometimes they swallow the beaks instead and it lodges in the softer bits of the whale intestines. And then more beaks get hung up on it and more and basically it’s like a whale bezoar, and since this is of course moderately painful, the body secrete a mucusy goo to cover the sharp edges so it doesn’t poke the soft bits, the way an oyster coats sand to make a pearl.

Except, of course, it’s a whale intestine, not an oyster, and instead of a grain of sand, it’s like the world’s most disgusting Katamari. (Okay, technically it’s called a coprolith, aka “shit rock” but it’s just sitting there hooking any indigestible bits that get hung up on it, as well as a bunch of whale poop, and getting bigger and bigger, so I stand by my simile, dammit.)

Now, if you get a whale who keeps swallowing their beaks, over time, the coprolith gets so big that it creates an intestinal blockage. And at that point, one of two things happens. Either the sheer force of liquid whale poo trying to come out dislodges the coprolith and the whale takes the sort of crap that songs are written about…

…or the whale’s gut explodes. (Well, ruptures.) And the whale expires, bloats, pops, goes through the process of whale fall (which is amazing in and of itself) and the ambergris floats to the surface and marinates in seawater for a decade or so, casts up on a beach, and gets sold for a whopping $10k a pound.

Interestingly enough, making ambergris is a very rare condition, found in less than 5% of male sperm whales. (It only happens in males. Don’t ask me why.) Hunting sperm whales for ambergris would be ludicrously inefficient, and it’s classed as a “found” object under international treaties, which means that you can sell it if you find it cast up on a beach, unless you’re in the US, which classes it as a by-product of an endangered species, although enforcement is usually a little more concerned with the people smuggling live parrots in their socks and not with your disgusting lump of found whale poop.

So, yeah. Mammals. We’re a thing.

#someday all this knowledge will come in handy #the aliens will threaten to destroy the earth unless someone has horrible animal facts #on that day I will be ready

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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A/n: Eyy you wanted part 2, so here’s part 2 of this fic where Leon actually confesses his feelings.

Mentions of Ethan Winters and Clair Redfield and Luis Serra.

still takes place when an out break did not happen.

Tonight.

Tonight was the night he was going to confess his feelings, he was just going to through caution to the wind and let you know how he truly felt. That was until he saw you dressing up.

“Hey…Y/n….what are you doing?”

Smoothing out your skirt you gave Leon a beaming smile. “I have another date with Ethan tonight and…Leon.”

“What?”

Sighing you turned to face your best friend, a slight scowl on your face. “Ethan’s not a bad guy.”

Leon didn’t mean to scoff, though judging by the look on your face it managed to slip past his lips. It’s not like he didn’t like that guy. Okay he couldn’t stand him, he didn’t like that he seemed to be so hung up about his ex. “You’re right…I’m just tired from today.” Letting out a forced laugh to drive point home.

About to reply, your phone chimed in a text messaged. “Oh that’s him…how do I look?”

Plastering a smile on his face he cleared out his throat. “Beautiful….like always Y/n.”

Feeling your cheeks grow warm you pushed down the confusing feelings you stood on your toes placing a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t wait up alright.”

Watching you rush out the door, a sigh slipped past his lips. “Have fun.”

+•+

“Christ Claire, you don’t have to scream so loud.”

Slouching on the couch Leon did his best to ignore his best friend ranting at him how he may have lost his chances. “Ya I know I could have…I gotta go Claire Y/n I calling me.”

Glancing at his watch, Leon frowned seeing the time.It wasn’t that far into the date for you to be calling. Answering the phone he was about to answer only for your sobs to come through.

“Leon…do…do you think you can come pick me up.”

Sitting up, Leon quickly pushed off the couch grabbing the keys to his bike as he rushed out the door. “Ya…just give me the address, on my way alright.”

+•+

If it was one thing that Leon hated, it was seeing you cry though through your muffled sobs he was able to figure out that Ethan got a message from his ex, that she wanted to work things out.

“I feel so stupid.”

Shaking his head, Leon brushed your tears away giving you a weak smile. “Your not stupid alright. Don’t go saying things like.”

Sniffling, you let out a light laugh shaking your head you reached out grabbing his hand. “You’re always so sweet Leon….and after tonight. I’m such an idiot.”You hated that it took a shitty date for you to finally realize your feelings for him.

“Y/n..you’re no-.”

“I…I love you…aha I love you and I can’t believe it took me this long to figure it out.”

Blinking a few times, Leon froze doing his best to take in what you said to him though it wasn’t long before a laugh escaped his lips. “Is that so…well that’s a weight off my shoulders because I love you too….now can I kiss you.Because I really want to kiss you.”

“Even when my make up is smudge? And I look like a mess?” You teased looking up at him.

Resting his head against yours he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’ll always want to kiss you Y/n…it doesn’t matter what you look like.” He muttered giving you a smile. “So can I?”

“You can.”

Feeling his lips against your own, you returned the kiss clutching his shirt in your fingers tightly. Though breaking the kiss you smiled up at me. “Oh this reminds me! You’re gonna be me date to my friends wedding right?.”

“The one that’s marrying Luis right…Y/n….you didn’t have to ask.” Leon smiled. “I’d be honored to be your date.”

Nearly letting out a squeal you grabbed his hand tugging him away. “You’re going to look so good in a suit.”

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Okay so another random name for Mr uncle/father figure, Ree D Civic, cause who knows maybe somehow he also got hit by a red Honda Civic tis a small world

Now I'm going to do theories, that I just want to talk about lol Okay so Ussop leave the crew in water 7 right, and then when he wants to come back Zoro is like nuh uh. So, if Ussop does that again doesn't that mean Ed will have to say something similar, even if itll be like pulling teeth. Then we go away from that and go way into the future to Ace's Execution I feel like Ed will somehow end up with a canon and use that to do something to keep Ace alive, cause can They'll be destroying cannon with a canon.

I was also thinking bout the two year time skip and the fake Strawhats, because you said Ed will eventually just have brown hair so will the fake one have green still? I'd snicker at that

Ed: I'm the real one

Fake Ed: I have green hair! >:D

Ed, their eye twitching: hair grows out you dumbass

I wonder as well where Ed will be teleported (I can't quote it exactly because my memory is horrid but) when the strawhats were separated and asked the question 'where would you go on a vacation' or something along those lines, I feel like they'd either somehow end up at Marine Ford out of spite or with Uncle Music shell. Who I feel like is also going to try to stop Ace from dying? So maybe the two of them will combine their plans or something. Oh or Ed could just end up with Luffy as a 'Where ever Luffy ends up I also want to be'

Anywho I've rambled enough for today, I'll be back Wednesday (unless I come up with more Father I'll do it my way names that I think are funny aha) have a good day!

Bless your heart and your frankly hilarious names.

Uuuuuh I cannot say much about Water 7 aside from it will Make You Cry because it made me.

I’m keeping my damn mouth shut about anything Marineford under penalty of death because I want whatever it turns out to be to shock your fucking system. So will Ed show up with a cannon? Will Ed even have to show up? Fuck around and find out.

The fake Strawhat thing is so real you’re so real for that.

I am, once again Not Allowed to speak of Marineford.

ALSO UNCLE MUSIC SHELL AND FATHER I’LL DO IT MY WAY?????

#sssbmty #one piece #one piece ocs

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The Comfort of Agony, Chapter 5

For the first time in his eternal life, Alcor had been bound. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to... so it was just as well that he didn't want to leave, right? After all, this was what Mizar wanted.

He didn't know what she was so angry with him for, but he probably deserved it.

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The demon in Piper’s skin drove on. Her eyes were his eyes, and he didn’t look at the road nearly as much as he should. She caught glimpses of them weaving between cars on the freeway; it felt like any moment they’d die in a fiery car crash, but he didn’t seem concerned about that at all.

She could see him in the mirror, his golden eyes staring up at her. After a moment, he sighed.

“Just a little further,” he muttered, with her voice, and tried for a smile. “You, uh, want the radio on? Here…”

He took his hand off the steering wheel, and drifted through lanes as he tuned to a station. Piper could hear a furious beeping from behind them; Alcor didn’t seem to notice.

“Hmm, ads, ads, ads - aha!” His yellow eyes flashed in delight. “Oh my stars, is this Disco Girl? I didn’t know they still played this! Disco giiiirl…”

He closed his eyes and started belting out the chorus with her voice. Even if Piper could move, she had no idea, not a single idea of what she should do right now. What was going on? Why was this happening to her? What did she do to deserve this?

Mag… her mind wandered back to those glowing eyes, and she shuddered. Something had come over him, just like it had come over her. He’d tried to kill her. He’d tried to kill her. And the thing that saved her?

Piper felt her eyes open, and she was gazing once more at the demon reflected in the mirror. Alcor the Dreambender - he had her body now, and there was nothing she could do about it. God, what was he going to use it for? She didn’t want to hurt anyone.

(Dried blood pinched her lips - she didn’t want to hurt anyone else.

There was a ringing sound, a buzzing in her pocket. Alcor took his hand off the steering wheel to bring out her phone.

“Looks like you’re getting a call from, ah… ‘David Wright ICE’.” A strangely guilty expression passed over him as he hit ignore.

He tossed her phone into the other seat, sighed, and looked away. She couldn’t help but look with him; her eyes traced along passing trees and lampposts. They seemed to settle on her dim reflection in the glass, and her mouth curled into a grimace. Finally he spoke again.

“I know you’re freaking out in there.” He said, and his hand tightened around the mirror. “I can feel it. A-and look, I… I’ll just get us a little further, and then I’m going to trust you, okay? I’m going to let you go, and then you can have a small freak out.” He gave a nervous grin. “But just a small one, okay? And then we gotta figure out how to save Mizar. That sound good to you?”

What? He was going to let her go? No way - this had to be some sort of trick.

“It’s not-” He started sharply, and then caught himself. “It’s not a trick, okay? Not that you’re going to believe me until I actually do it, but just, you know, for the record.”

A rush of fear. Could he-

“Hear your thoughts, yes. I just looove hearing about how evil I am.” He rubbed her forehead. “To think I was starting to miss the sound of a human voice… but I get it, I’m literally a demon possessing you. I just - it’s hard, okay? Because I know you’re not gonna listen to a word I say until I let you go, but if I let you go and the first thing you do is toss me out of a window and drive off, Mizar is…” He shook his head. “I don’t wanna think about it. So, uh, can you promise just… just to hear me out, okay?”

Piper didn’t know what on earth he was talking about - but sure, she promised. Anything to get her out of this.

He gave a wry smile. “Not the most encouraging promise I’ve heard.” She was scared that meant he wouldn’t follow through… but after a moment, he sighed, and switched on his turn signal. “But I’m not gonna get anything better. Just let me find somewhere secluded.”

He turned off the freeway, into a wooded area far away from the city, and took a couple turns until he ended up on a deserted dirt road. It was the kind of place where nobody could hear you scream.

“That’s not how I meant it to come off,” Alcor grumbled as he shut off the car. He gripped the mirror with two hands, and held it up to her face. “Okay,” he breathed. “I’m gonna let you go now. You’re gonna remember what we talked about, right?”

Piper felt her eyes close. The demon took a breath in, and as he let it out, she felt herself sag against the steering wheel. She felt herself - she sat up with a gasp, and her body was under her control again. The mirror was in her hands; Alcor was giving her a nervous smile.

“So,” He started. “What was your name again?”

Piper chucked the mirror away from her; it banged against her window and fell facedown into the front seat. Her arm screamed at that movement - all the pain in her body came flooding back to her, and she gasped at the red outline of a hand on her arm. The skin was raised and blistering, and she shrieked at the sight, recoiled and shook her head.

“No, no, no…” Piper’s eyes raked over it, and all the other cuts in her skin. Her leg was killing her; there was a deep slash through the back of her calf, the skin yawing open and caked with dried blood. “No, no, no! Oh my god! Oh my god!”

“Yeah, that was about what I was expecting,” Alcor was saying, and his voice sent shivers down her spine.

“What did…?” She glanced over at the mirror, and drew back like it was a loaded gun. “What did you do to me? What did you do to me!”

“Well for one, I saved your life!” Alcor sounded almost offended. “I know you humans aren’t super fond of getting possessed, but it was that or getting stabbed! And then I had to get us away from them, but I let you go as soon as it was safe!”

Piper shuddered as he talked; her arm sent hot pain up her shoulder, and she cradled it to her chest.

“So you can trust me, okay? We can work together on this!”

“Work together…?” Piper squeezed her eyes shut. “This is crazy. You’re crazy. I know who you are - just because I was stupid enough to touch that mirror doesn’t mean I’m stupid enough to trust you.”

“Wha- aww, come on! I saved your life!”

“You’re a demon! You’re an actual- agh!” Trying to move her leg was a mistake; she took in a sharp breath. “Forget it, Alcor, I’m… I’m calling the police! They’ll deal with this! And I need to go to the hospital.”

Slowly, painfully, she started rummaging through her pockets - but wait, he’d thrown her phone into the front seat. She glanced over, and let out a groan as she saw it peeking out from under the mirror. Alcor scoffed.

“The police?” She could almost hear his eyeroll. “You’ve gotta be kidding me - how are they supposed to help?”

“Mag’s a fugitive, I need to…” she grimaced. “I need to tell them everything. I don’t know what happened last night, but he… he’s gonna kill somebody if they don’t catch him!”

She tried gingerly to reach for the phone, but flinched back at Alcor’s voice.

“He’s gonna kill anyone who tries to catch him, too. You’re right, human, you don’t know what happened. You don’t even know you’re dealing with an angel.”

Piper blinked. “An angel?”

“Yeah, you know, glowy eyes, burny touch? That wasn’t a demon possessing Mizar - or, uh, Mag?”

“Mag.” She echoed. “My Dad.”

“Yikes. Sorry, human.” His voice softened a little. “I am sorry. I know you’re probably scared for him, but… don’t call the police. Please. If they take me away, you’ll lose your best chance at getting him back.”

“I…” Piper stopped, and scowled. “This is what this is all about, isn’t it? You don’t want to get taken away! You don’t want to get locked up again!”

“Wha- no! I mean, yes, but it’s for Mi- for Mag’s sake!”

“For Mag’s sake?” Piper shot a look at the mirror. “You honestly expect me to believe that?”

“Yes? I don’t know how much you know about me, but your father is Mizar. Do you know what that means?”

Mizar… that name sounded familiar. “I think I’ve heard of that… like a special soul to you?” Piper glared out the window. “I guess that makes sense. So he hasn’t just been unlucky all these years, huh? He’s been having his life ruined by a demon.”

“Wha- what? No, being Mizar, it’s a good thing!”

“A good thing?!” She whipped around, and winced. “Ugh… You really think I’m an idiot, don’t you? You think no one told me about Scarlett?”

“Scarlett?”

“Your Mizar’s daughter. My baby sister. You killed her.” Piper narrowed her eyes. “So tell me again how you're really just worried about Mag. Go on.”

Alcor… Alcor didn’t respond for a moment. Piper sighed and reached for the phone again - but then he spoke.

“I always…” he started, and his voice was quiet, shaking. “I always wondered why he hated me right from the start. Why he bound me away, why he… why he never spoke to me all those years. I see. I… I see. I’m so sorry, human.”

Piper scoffed at that. Her arm was killing her, but she laid a finger on the phone, and carefully started to extract from under the mirror. She was careful not to shift it - she didn’t want it falling on her.

“What was she like?”

A blink. “What?”

“Scarlett.” Alcor barely spoke above a whisper. “What was she like?”

Piper scowled at the question. “I...? I dunno, she was a baby! And I was too young to remember her anyways. Why do you care?”

“A…” The mirror shifted a little, and Piper jumped back. “A baby?”

“Yeah, she wasn’t even a year old. And you killed her.” She half-crossed her arms. “And now you want me to trust you?”

“But that’s… that’s not possible. That’s not me.”

Alcor’s voice was louder now, and there was something strange in it, a sudden conviction. Piper raised an eyebrow. “Of course it was you. She was killed by Alcor cultists. Then they set the building on fire.” Her voice softened. “Dad said Mag used to be a firefighter. He was the one who found her.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense.” Alcor said, and before she could interject- “I know when people sacrifice children to me. Believe me, I̵̘̠̓͗ k̴͛͘n̸̈o̴̊̉̋̃w̵͑̉̒. If somebody had dared summon me with the blood of M̸i̵za̴r's̷ i̷n̶fa̵n̷t c̴h̵i̵l̶d… I would have remembered that. And there wouldn’t have been a building left to burn.”

Piper shivered at the darkness in his words. She found herself shrinking away from the mirror.

“You’re sure they were Alcor culitsts?” He asked, and she forced herself to straighten up.

“I- I don’t know! That’s just what I was told, they were Alcor cultists.” She frowned. “Mag’s the one who was there, and he’s always said it was you. I think I’m gonna believe him over a demon.”

“Even a demon known for helping children?”

“It sounds like you’re just making that up.”

“But I’m not. You can look it up; that’s one of the most well known facts about me.”

Piper hesitated. “You’ve got my phone.”

“I’ve got - what?”

“You’ve got my phone, it’s right under your - your mirror.” She made a face. “I’m not touching that again. That’s how you possessed me.”

“Can I promise I won’t do it without your permission again?” He said, and didn't wait for a reply. “Look, if you’re worried about that, it seems I can only use my powers on anything that directly touches the mirror. You got a scarf or a jacket or something?”

Piper looked around. There were a couple takeout bags on the floor; she winced as leaned down to get them, and gingerly placed one around the handle. The paper crinkled as she grasped it, and it seemed like he was right; she didn’t get that odd surge of emotion she had when she touched it directly. She lifted it up, turned it around, and saw the figure of Alcor squinting in the daylight.

“Ugh,” He shielded his eyes. “I was upside down so long, my eyes gotta adjust. Can you leave me right side up this time, please?”

Those glowing eyes… they still sent a shiver right through her. “Uh, okay,” She said, and took her phone from the seat. She carefully laid Alcor back down, and opened her phone. Her stomach dropped at all the texts from her Dad - she’d have to call him back soon, think of what on earth she was going to say…

Her eyes wandered over to Alcor, watching her expectantly, and she swallowed. Soon, but not now.

“So…” She started. “What, I just google your name?”

“Yeah, probably add like, something about kids.” He gave a nervous laugh. “Otherwise you’ll probably get stuff like, uh, California… But I’m not saying I’m a saint, okay?” His eyes went distant. “Especially this past century, I was… I was lost. It was probably good for the world that I had some time to find myself again.”

Piper grimaced at that - how encouraging - before tearing her eyes away to google Alcor. Under a couple articles wondering about his disappearance were a few pieces about the Dreambender’s odd lenience to children; a couple websites weren’t proof, but it didn’t seem like a blatant lie.

“Well?” Alcor said, and she looked over at him again.

“Well…” Piper started, and let the sentence hang for a moment. She sighed, and turned off her phone. “I don’t know. I’m not a demon expert! I don’t know how to tell you’re not tricking me again?” Her arm was still burning with pain; she cradled it against her chest. “I don’t know anything - that’s why I picked up the stupid mirror, I thought I was finally figuring out what messed up my family so badly, but now I don’t even know what to think anymore! I shouldn’t have touched that thing. I should’ve gotten out when I had the chance.”

Her eyes welled with tears; she wiped them away, but they stayed blurry.

“I don’t know what to do. I just wanna call the police a-and, and they’ll deal with it, right? It’s their job, y-you know? They’ll, they’ll know what to do.” She stared down the fuzzy image of her phone. “They’ll know what to do.”

In the silence, though, she didn’t move to dial them. After a moment, Alcor spoke.

“They won’t,” he said, and even though she knew he was going to say that, it still hit her like a punch to the gut. She shut her eyes as he continued. “I’m sorry. I know it’s hard for you to trust me… but I don’t think you have a choice. If you call the police, they’ll take me away, and you’ll be dead in less than a week. If an angel decides to do something, it follows through. And it decided to kill you yesterday.”

Piper shuddered at that. She shook her head silently.

“I can’t… I can’t promise I can protect you.” Alcor gave a sigh. “I’ll try my best, but my powers are very limited in this mirror. What we need to do is figure out a way to get that angel out of Mag before it catches up with us again.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” Piper pressed her face into her hand. “I’m not a demonologist, I sort papers all day!”

“You don’t need to be - a demonologist wouldn’t know how to exorcise an angel anyway. I know a thing or two about it, though.” He paused. “But I can’t do anything without you. You’re gonna need to be my arms and legs.”

Piper stiffened. “You’re not-”

“Not literally, I’m not gonna possess you! I just meant I can tell you what to do and you can do it of your own free will - that sound good?”

She grimaced. “No,” she started, and took a shuddering breath in. She looked at him again. “But I guess, if I don’t have a choice… fine. Okay."

Alcor gave a warm smile. “Okay. Thank you, uh…?”

“Piper.”

“Thank you, Piper. We’re gonna get through this, okay?”

“I hope so.” She stared at his glowing golden eyes. “I still feel like I’m making a huge mistake.”

“You’re not. I promise, you’re not.” He craned his head towards the front. “Now, we should probably get going. We’ve stayed here long enough.”

Get going - Piper’s leg screamed at the thought of moving, and she grimaced. “I don’t think I can. I’m all cut up from the fight last night - my leg definitely needs stitches.”

“Stitches?” Alcor tilted his head. “Oh yeah, uh, sorry. I did try to keep your meatsack in one piece, but I think jumping through a window was a bad idea.”

Meat sack… Piper tried to push that aside. “What do we do now? I can’t go to a hospital, can I?”

“No, best not to.” Alcor tapped his chin for a moment. “I think… I think I could still heal you from in here, though.”

She frowned. “Does that involve touching the mirror?”

“Probably. Let’s see…” Alcor put a hand up to the glass, and seemed to concentrate very hard for a moment. “Uhhh, yeah, nope, can’t feel a thing outside this mirror. You’re gonna have to touch it.”

“Touch it?”

He grimaced. “I’m sorry, but yes. I promise, I’m not gonna possess you. I just want to heal you, okay?”

Piper hesitated. “I… I don’t know. Are you sure we can’t go to a hospital?”

“I’m sure.” His face hardened a little. “Piper, I don’t want to pressure you, but we don’t really have time to sit here. Angels are omniscient, so it knows where we are. We gotta get on the road.” He gave an awkward smile. “Just, uh, think of it like a trust exercise, okay? I trusted you not to chuck me out of a window as soon as I let you go, and now it’s your turn.”

Piper looked down at her leg; it was caked in dried blood, and she sighed. She wasn’t going anywhere like this… once again, she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she reached out a hand, and let it hover over the handle for a moment. Then she took a deep breath, and touched it.

That feeling flooding through her, it was different; there was a deep fear to it, but also a glimmer of hope. She could feel a strange tingling going up her arm - almost like he was possessing her again, and it took all her self control not to jerk back.

“Okay,” he said. “How about this?”

A itching in her leg. She glanced down and saw all the cuts in her skin starting to close up. The big one took longer, but it sealed up as well; she felt a flood of relief as the pain died away. The tingling subsided, and she took her hand away and looked over her body. It seemed like almost everything had been healed.

“There you go,” Alcor was grinning up at her. “See? No possession, and you’re good as new!”

Piper grimaced. “Thanks, but uh… you missed this one.”

She held up the red hand mark on her arm, and Alcor’s smile turned apologetic.

“Oh, that. That’s directly from an angel; I don’t think I’ll be able to heal that.” He watched her suck in a breath as she eased it back down. “Sorry. That’s probably what hurts the most, isn’t it?”

She slowly clenched her fist, and cringed at the fresh wave of pain that lanced up her arm. “Yeah,” she breathed, but when she stretched her leg, she could move that effortlessly. “But I think I can drive. We’ve gotta get out of here, right?”

He nodded. “We should. We’ll be a lot safer if we keep moving.”

Safer… Piper tried not to think about what that meant as she started up her car. She put a hand on the steering wheel, and glanced over at Alcor.

“Where, uh, am I going?”

“For now, let’s just get on the freeway.” He gave a grin, and it was still a little too toothy to be reassuring. “Then we’ll come up with a plan, okay?”

“Okay,” Piper said, and reversed the car onto a main road. She drove on, waited at a light, went when it was green. She turned onto the ramp, and put her foot on the accelerator until she was up to speed. She checked her mirror, and then merged onto the highway.

For a moment, it was almost like she was heading home from work. If she stared forwards, she could almost let herself believe that everything in the world still made sense to her.

But then the demon spoke again, and she knew she couldn’t ignore what an amazing mess she’d gotten herself into.

“Alright,” he said. “It’s time to make a plan.”

#transcendence au #alcor the dreambender #mizar

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eternally-smitten · 9 months

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Just Peachy

summary: Jimmy shows up at Natalie's apartment early in the morning for some fashion advice.

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author's note: His peach suit got me thinking. He makes me all FJLDSJFLSKD

This early morning in Albuquerque was already insanely sunny, but that wasn’t anything new. At least, Natalie was used to it. She was seated at her small, worn out table in her tiny apartment kitchen going over her schedule when a series of rapid knocks interrupted her.

“Coming!” She called out, taking a few minutes to tidy up and put her things away. But, that few minutes felt like forever to whoever was on the other side of her door because the knocking continued and it sounded frantic. Natalie groaned and stomped towards her door, “Hey, jackass! I said I was coming! Jesus…”

She whipped her door open and was surprised to see Jimmy there, waiting for her. He beamed at her, “Good morning! How is my favorite assistant this fine morning, huh?”

“James?” Natalie blinked a few times, suddenly self conscious about the fact she was still in her semi-clean pajamas, “What are you doing here?”

His mouth curled into a crooked smile, “Well, I was driving around, you know and I ended up in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by for some fashion advice.”

“From me?”

“From you!” Jimmy looked over her shoulder at her apartment, “May I come in?”

“Only if you’ll explain to me why you’re dressed like a goddamn birthday clown.” She grumbled, eyeing the suit he was wearing up and down. He was wearing a bright pink plaid suit jacket that was paired up with a tie with one of the most gaudiest patterns Natalie has ever seen.

“I’ll get to that! Now, may I please come in?” He repeated, giving her puppy dog eyes.

She finally caved and stepped to the side to let him in, closing the door behind him. She felt awkward being in a camisole and tiny shorts when he was dressed in a very expensive suit, but tried to move past that embarrassment and focus on Jimmy asking her for clothing advice.

“You want me to help you with your sense of fashion?” She questioned, “I mean, don’t you already have that figured out? You wear the same kind of suit to work everyday.”

“I know, I know, but I have a suit I think you’ll be over the moon for!” He excitedly said, riffling through the bags of suits he brought with him.

“Um, well, while you’re doing that, do you want a drink or anything?” Natalie rubbed her arm, “I don’t have any coffee because-”

“You don’t like it! I remembered!” He looked over his shoulder and smiled at her, “That’s why I didn’t bring you anything or else I would’ve! But no, I’m alright!”

“Okay, James.” She shook her head and chuckled, “I appreciate it.”

“Aha! Here it is!” Jimmy held up the bag he was looking for and presented it to Natalie, “Now, can I please have a drumroll?”

“Um,” She turned around and started to rap her knuckles on her kitchen table to imitate a drumroll. After a few seconds, he pulled down the zipper and revealed the suit he had hidden away. Natalie cackled at it, “It’s peach!”

“It’s peach!” He held it up eagerly, “I thought of you when I saw it!”

“Oh, my God!” She couldn’t stop laughing. It was the tackiest thing she had ever seen and yet, that made her love it even more, “Why on Earth would you get that?”

“It has matching pants!” Jimmy held both items of clothing up like they were prizes, “So I just had to get it! And of course, it made me think of the best secretary in the entire world!”

She couldn’t believe her eyes. Jimmy was almost always dressed in black and white suits, like a stereotypical lawyer. Seeing him display such brightly colored suits and seem keen on wearing them was completely out of left field for him. She calmed down after laughing so much, her face hurting with how much she was smiling, “Alright, so what advice did you want from me?”

“Should I go with the peach?” He asked bluntly, “If no, I have this canary yellow I think would go excellently with this ketchup red tie!”

“Why are you dressing like this?" She asked, her confusion growing, “I mean, didn’t you just land a super swanky job over at Davis & Main? I don’t think they’d appreciate your, uh, artistic vision.”

A large, goofy grin slowly formed on his face, “I was hoping you’d say that. You always know just what to say to make me feel great, you know that, Nat?”

“I’m so lost.”

“It makes no sense to anyone but me right now, I know! But trust me, it does make sense and it will work.”

“What will work?” She tilted her head, “I thought you were happy at Davis & Main. I heard all about your fancy office and your special desk. I mean, if you want to trade places with me, by all means! I’d be happy to take this burden off your hands.”

“Trust me, the office doesn’t make it worthwhile.” Jimmy paused and thought for a minute, “Well, the desk makes up for it a little bit, but not enough for me to want to stay.”

“So you wanna get fired? But why? I don’t understand.”

“Like I said, it’ll make sense in time!” He waved her over, “But help me out, please! I’m gonna be late and well, I need the early morning clients to see their legal birthday clown.”

“Oh, okay.” Natalie said quickly without thinking, walking over to help him. He handed her the brightly colored jacket and threw off the jacket he was currently wearing. He dropped it on the floor, making it crease and turned his back to Natalie. She held the jacket up to help him put his arms in the sleeves. She had never been this close to him physically before. Natalie was so used to always having a desk in the middle of them when they saw each other. But now she was here, right behind him, closer than ever before. This sudden realization made her mouth feel dry and her face heat up so she desperately tried to push it out of her head.

“So,” He spun around to face her, “How do I look?”

“You look ridiculous.” She commented flatly.

Jimmy cocked his eyebrows and smirked, “I knew I could count on you and your honesty. Now, for the tie…” He haphazardly undid the tie he had on and threw it on top of the wilted suit jacket on Natalie’s floor. Once again, he rummaged around in the bags he brought to try to find a specific tie he had in mind.

“Do you wanna tell me why you wanna get fired or is that some big secret?” Natalie asked, watching him search through his clothes.

“I’m sure you heard about my commercial.” He said, still looking at his bags.

“Well, not only that but I saw it.” She smirked, “It was pretty good, I gotta give you that.”

“And I’m sure you heard about how uh, I didn’t really ask Cliff about it.”

“Oh, yes. Howard wasn’t very happy about it.” Natalie crossed her arms, “You had me fooled. It looked almost professional.”

“Oh, just almost?” He chuckled, “Oh! Here it is!” In his hand, there was a bright yellow tie with another tacky pattern on it. He then wrapped it around his neck and tried to tie it, his fingers fumbling with it as he did so, “...Shit, I never do this right. Hey, Nat, do you mind?”

“Oh, no. Not at all.” Natalie bent over to be eye level with his tie. She carefully started to tie it, trying not to knot it too tightly or make it crooked. Again, she was even closer to him than she’d ever been before and again, it was making her flustered. She was so close that she could smell the faint scent of the cologne he used a few hours earlier when he first got dressed. It was woody and musky, perfect for someone like Jimmy. Natalie ran her fingers along the silky material to smooth out the tie so that he could at least look sort of put together. She accidentally smoothed down part of his shirt and touched his chest, making her pull back suddenly.

Jimmy didn’t seem to notice, “Wow, it looks perfect. Thank you!”

“Anything for you, James.” Her posture was stiff and she was mentally cursing herself for smoothing out his chest. But, she was relieved that it was lost on him.

He pulled up his sleeve and checked his watch, “Oh, gosh, I gotta run if I want to show up on time.”

“Fuck, me too.” Natalie groaned, remembering that she hadn’t even gotten dressed yet, “I have work soon, too.”

“Hey, we’re working twins! How about that?”

“Sure, we are.” She scoffed, “The only difference is I’m not trying to get fired. Not yet, anyway.”

“Well, we’re both in places we don’t want to be in right now. So, we can ignore what you said and focus on my point!” Jimmy straightened out his jacket and chuckled.

“You really are a lawyer.”

“I’m the best there is.”

“I know you are.” She sighed, not wanting him to leave but knew it had to happen, “You should go and fuck up the best opportunity that has come your way in a while.”

“You’re right. Hey, I’ll see you later, right?” He asked, “Or you’ll at least call me?”

Natalie nodded, “You know it.”

“Great.” He smiled and collected his disheveled clothes, “Well, wish me luck!”

“I hope that child’s birthday party goes well.” She snickered at her own joke.

Jimmy winked at her, “With your favorite color and fashion advice, I’ll be just peachy. Bye, Natalie.”

“See you, James.”

Jimmy slipped out her door and quietly shut it behind him. Natalie could hear his footsteps getting softer and softer as he walked away. Once it was completely silent, she rushed to get ready for her day. Of course, she made sure to pick out a peach colored top to match her favorite lawyer.

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#my stuff ♡#⚖ 〔guess i better call ya〕#ok to rb!#self ship fanfiction #self ship fanart #reblogs are appreciated

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scorpiongrassfield · 8 months

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The Drive is Long

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A few hours in, you pull off the main road to stop for lunch. Just some quick fast food, which Pat cajoles you into eating as they always do. It’s as flavorless as always, too.

The town you stop in doesn’t seem to have a florist, so Pat asks you to look up where a florist might be available close to the main road sometime before your journey.

Before you get back in the car, Pat stops to search for something in the trunk.

“What are you looking for?” you ask.

The trunk is a little disorganized. There are a lot of tools, a few weapons, and a pack of water bottles in there.

“Aha! I thought they might still be in here,” Pat says, brandishing their find.

It looks like… a set of chisels.

“What do you need those for?” you ask.

“Just in case. You never know when you might need something like this,” Pat says with a wink.

You don’t get it, but you figure Pat will make it clear what the purpose is when the time comes.

You get into the driver’s seat this time, with Pat in the passenger seat.

“My turn to pick the music,” they say with a bright smile as they buckle in.

“Sounds fair,” you agree.

Pat’s taste in music seems to be a little heavy on the synths for your tastes, but it’s not bad.

It helps keep the creeping sense of dread that hasn’t left you since the urban legend encounter at bay.

After a while of just enjoying the music, Pat asks: “Did you find a florist?”

“No. I’m driving,” you say.

“Right. Guess I should be the one doing that then,” they say with a chuckle.

They fiddle around with their phone for a while, and you keep your eyes on the road.

“Alright, found one that looks decent. I’ll tell you what exit to take when it’s time,” they say eventually.

“Okay.”

Pat continues to tap away at their phone.

“You know…” they say, trailing off.

“Hm?”

“Well. I just realized that other than Ametrine, I haven’t been contacted by anyone since we started this case. Not my mom, not our friends, not potential clients, hell, not even a spam call.”

You furrow your brow. “That’s weird.”

“Yeah. It is. Like, sure, maybe my friends and family decided to believe me when I said I was fine after the fire. But spam callers should be calling no matter what’s going on,” they say.

“Wonder what’s going on?”

“So do I. I’ve got my theories,” they say, tapping their fingers against the car door.

“Care to share?”

“Not yet. I’m still not sure,” they say.

You snort. “You can share your theories without being sure, you know.”

“Nope. Not happening,” they chirp.

You roll your eyes. “Fine then. Keep your secrets.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” they say, and you can hear the grin.

“Of course, if you have any theories, you’re welcome to share them with me,” they say after a few beats of silence.

“Nope, not happening,” you echo.

Pat laughs. “Yeah yeah, I guess that’s fair,” they say.

You don’t actually have any theories to share at the moment, but they don’t need to know that.

Pat swaps out the CD for another one, and the Killers’ “All These Things I’ve Done” drifts through the speakers.

You focus on the road, not letting yourself drift off into thought.

Pat occasionally strikes up a conversation as you drive, asking about your thoughts on the music, or sharing a story from before you lost your memory. The conversation is pleasant and helps the time pass.

Eventually, Pat says: “Alright kid, next exit is ours.”

You nod and get into the lane to turn off.

Pat gives you the directions to the florist and you follow them with ease.

The flower shop looks nice. The smell of so many kinds of pollen and the green of cut stems gives you a headache though.

“What kind of flowers are you looking for today?” the person behind the counter asks. Xir pronouns are listed on xir nametag: xi/xim/xir, along with xir name: Robin.

“We’re looking to get a bouquet for a grave. Do you only do premade ones, or could we pick our own kinds of flowers to put in it?” Pat asks.

“Hm. I could do something custom for you if you want. It’ll cost extra though,” Robin says.

“Cool,” Pat says. They turn to you. “Do you think you could pick out flowers and tell xim what you want, or do you need to tell me and have me tell xim?” they murmur.

The thought of talking to Robin makes you very nervous, but Pat is right here with you, which helps. “I think I can tell xim,” you say. Then after a beat. “But um. What flowers should I pick?”

“You know Theo better than me, at this point,” Pat shrugs.

“But you know flower language better,” you say, a bit put out.

“Uh. If you’re interested in the symbolism, I could probably help you pick,” Robin calls from behind the counter.

“Oh. Um. If you don’t mind,” you agree.

“Right. So what meaning do you want this bouquet to have?” Xi asks.

“Strength. And wisdom. Maybe hope? And sorrow. And um. I don’t… are there any flowers that symbolize trans people? Is that a thing?” you ask, getting the words out slowly so you don’t start to panic. Pat’s got a hand on your shoulder, and it grounds you.

Robin’s got xir head tilted to the side like they’re thinking. “We’ve got forget-me-nots? Those are sometimes used on trans day of remembrance,” xi offers.

“That works,” you agree.

“And for the rest, if we want this to look nice besides the meaning…” xi trails off, turning away from the counter and heading into the back.

“Good job,” Pat says, patting your shoulder before letting go of you.

“Thanks.”

Robin takes a bit in the back room, but eventually xi comes back holding a fresh bouquet. Some of the flowers look very familiar.

Xi gestures to the flowers in the bouquet as xi names them.

“How about some phacelia for strength, sage for wisdom, cornflower for hope? And some white roses, since those are traditional funeral flowers? And the forget-me-nots, of course,” Xi says.

The flowers xi points to last are the very familiar scorpion grass that have been following you all this time.

#choose your own adventure #interactive fiction #writeblr #original writing

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fleurkiss · 2 years

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hellooo sorry for not being active for months !! i will answer your requests when i can. okay so i have this, i wrote it a whole ago and i hope you like it <3333

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harry sits on my lap because there was no space in the car for him.

and oh god he’s so god damn heavy.

i can’t help but look at him he’s wearing a white shirt with no sleeves and his regular black jeans.

he moves a lot. his calvin cline underwear shows every time he moves. he’s so hot i can’t even describe.

i hesitated to put my arms around his torso but i did and he rested his hands on mine. we’re just friends. friends do that right?

i started talking with louis while harry was staring at the road with his hands remaining on top of mine.

i turned to look at him “harry, harry,” i called his name to get his attention.

“hm?”

“are you good?”

“yeah”

“okay good.” i went back to talking to louis.

harry moved a lot again he tried to get comfortable and we of course couldn’t.

“are you good?” i asked him.

he didn’t say a word instead he just turned to the right and leaned on me, putting his head on my chest and closed his eyes.

he probably was tired.

i played with his hair then after a few minutes liam stopped at nandos because niall begged him while harry was asleep, little snores coming out.

“harry,” i tried to shake him “harry, wake up.” i whispered to his ear and he let out a groan “what do you want to eat?”

“huh?” he rubbed his eye with the back of his hand.

“we’re at nandos lad. what do you want to eat?” louis said.

“oh,” he adjusted his position to the front and looked for my left hand before holding it then he leaned back on me “what do you want, y/n?”

“i don’t know, harry. also you’re quite heavy.”

“sorry, darling, want me to get off of you? i wouldn’t want that because i’ll miss you.” i smiled.

“i wouldn’t want you to get off either.”

“then i’ll stay.” he smiled before he was startled by louis’ question.

“what do you guys want? for fucks sake.”

“don’t have to yell.” harry sits up, annoyed.

“i did not.”

“oh yes you did.”

“y/n, did i yell?”

i rolled my lips “yeah.”

“aha! look!”

then we all ordered what we wanted and got it after like about two minutes cause it was a drive through.

“can you give me mine?” i asked harry as he did what was told, “thanks.”

we all started eating and the rest of the boys were talking except harry and i. we were too engaged with each other.

harry takes a fry from his and tell me to open my mouth “why?”

“i’m feeding you today.”

“why?”

“cause i like to take care of you.”

“why?”

“stop asking why. don’t let me shove that fry into your mouth.” i laughed and he fed me some fries.

he put his sandwich towards me and i knew he wanted me to take a bite but it was from the part we was eating from and i never really thought of sharing saliva

“do you want to take a bite from another place?” he asked.

“no, no i just never shared food like this with anyone really.”

“well i’m your first one, eat.”

well, damn okay if you insist.

we kept feeding each other our food and when we were done we shared a bottle of water. and that’s how you don’t waste water ladies and gentlemen.

i liked the idea of sharing things with harry. it really made me feel quite loved and that he didn’t think of me as nasty?

i don’t know, but he’s so nice.

“hey, wanna switch? you can sit on my lap.”

“yeah.” we switched and he held me tight, stroking my hair, and playing with the hem of my skirt.

i did feel a whole lot comfortable with everything he did. it just felt right.

he started giving me kisses on the cheeks and left a few kisses on my neck.

and i know that louis was very confused. every time i looked at him he gave me a confused look and i uno reversed it.

harry’s hands were a bit too touchy now. i know his love language is touching. but sometimes his hand went up near my underwear it made me quite uncomfortable, because he never touched me like this plus i’m still sixteen and he just turned nineteen. it felt illegal but i quite liked it.

harry even left wet kisses on my shoulders, arms, neck, collar bones, and my cheeks. he also plays with the strap of my dress, takes it off sometimes then puts it right back where is was.

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sun-lit-roses · 1 year

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Brief Candle

I’m back! The holidays kinda took me out of the mood to watch new things rather than binge Star Trek for the eleven billionth time, but new year, new Stargate episodes! Booyah! Here we go, Season 1, Episode 9:

Okay I’m thinking Greek this time?

Yay, so is Daniel! I feel so smart.

Well, childbirth is something new for the series, sure.

Love everyone automatically looking at Sam. Just because she has the same parts doesn’t mean she knows what the hell to do 😂 Same, Sam.

I’ve missed the intro music 💗

Of course Daniel knows what to do! He’s our hero!

Well. Theoretically, he knows what to do. But they aren’t going to kill off a baby in the first ten minutes of the show, so I have high hopes.

Jack and Teal’c have noped out of that situation. Mood.

Aw, a baby! That is clearly not a newborn. But a baby!

Everyone is young and pretty - what is this, a teen drama?

Wow, this lady is not subtle at all.

And yet Jack is somehow startled by ‘the cake is only for you.’

Sam is definitely not surprised. Is laughing at your CO against regulations?

Also, all I can think of is ‘the cake is a lie.’ Wrong decade. But still.

Ma’am, you’re supposed to wait until your crush can’t see you before you trade high fives with your besties.

Oh good, the time honored tradition of tormenting your teammates is alive and well in Stargate. Always my favorite part 😁

Okay, judging by that last look Jack gave Sam for giggling, laughing at your CO might not be against regulations, but it is definitely not recommended if you want to stay out of the dog house. Or KP duty. Whatever.

Oh no, his vision’s going all fuzzy! WAS THE CAKE A LIE

She drugged him and is now... dancing for him? Oh and now dragging him away, that’s a little more what I expected.

Um, shouldn’t the team be fighting a little harder to intervene? This seems out of character? He just got dragged off by an alien stranger?

So the roofie wore off, Jack has no idea what happened, and he may have killed a woman with sex? This episode took a left.

Oh, everyone is just asleep. But then why does Jack look so freaked out? I mean, other than the roofie thing.

Ooooo awkward.

Bet there’s not training in ‘how to greet your team while wearing a sheet.’ I also bet that Jack wishes there was.

I can’t tell if Sam is accusatory or concerned.

Well, definitely concern all around now. Passing out will do that. What all is up with that cake?? Roofie *and* universe’s best sleeping medication?

Poor Jack. He is not having a good time.

Wait, the other people aren’t hungover. So is it not the cake that makes them pass out?

T’ealc’s ‘You never before inquired’ when Daniel asks why he didn’t tell him he knew what the temple symbols meant. He’s not wrong. 😂

Teal’c just casually opening up the statue while Daniel rambles. King.

That is a *really* cool tablet.

Aha! That’s why they made a big deal out of the birth mark! So we could identify this kid who’s growing up WAY too fast.

Wait, the original dude. He said 100 days of celebration or something. What if it’s not a festival, but some kind of sped up time thing? Sped up lives? Or is the planet sped up, and our intrepid heros are going to return home and find a year passed or something?

Looks like the former! So does each day equal one year for these people?

I’d make a joke about cradle robbing, but since Jack was drugged and not consenting, I’ll refrain. Also, if it’s 1 day = 1 year, then 31 years seems respectable.

A virus?

Oh no, that means Jack only has 100 days to live?! Or less, maybe? Not sure how that translates if they start out older. He was growing on me!

Whoa that sunset came on fast.

Yay, it’s the Cool Doc again! I’m glad she came back. She better not die like Kowalsky did after two episodes. I’ve got trust issues with this show now.

Floppy disks. Now there’s a throwback.

OH great, starting out older sounds like it accelerates this? So how much time does he have??

Holy receding hairline, Batman.

TWO WEEKS?!

I mean, he’s right to send them away, best to be on the safe side and they can make trips for info that they need. I’m glad their disease protocols are improving! Although considering they let Carter traipse back and forth... still not great.

Nanotech? Will that be easier to destroy than a normal virus? Just wave a big EMP in Jack’s direction, see what happens?

Pretty sure arguing with the statue isn’t a *great* use of your time, Jack, but I can’t really blame you.

MARRIAGE cake?

I’m not sure yelling at the woman about the only culture she’s ever known is really going to help matters here.

How does their aging work anyway - everyone looks young. Where are the people who are 70 or 80 days old? Or do they not visibly age after a certain point? But they don’t seem surprised by Jack’s appearance, so that doesn’t make sense.

Also, is there just like a *massive* graveyard somewhere if people are dying off so quickly?

I really need to stop trying to figure out the internal logic of a planet that, based on how the show has gone so far, we’re never going to see again.

How does Jack know that there isn’t like a forcefield or laser grid to keep the Chosen from leaving? I guess they probably scanned the area for things like that.

This is... possibly very sweet? I know Kynthia is trying to be nice, but sex really can’t solve everything, honey.

Also, are they going to have sex right in front of the Stargate? What if someone comes through. All ‘We have a cure!... OH.’

Could we have a Jack episode that *doesn’t* make me want to cry? Please?

Well, that’s taking de-throning a god very seriously.

Okay, this has been bugging me the whole time, WHERE do I know the blonde female alien from? The actress, I mean. I’m going to have to look her up after the episode, aren’t I.

They’re going to run into some sort of forcefield by leaving the village aren’t they?

There is some sort of... something? They’re awake? Jack isn’t younger, though.

The statue! Has a blinky thing!

Our team to the rescue!

They fixed everyone and Jack gets to live. Love a happy ending.

Aw. Maybe Kynthia can fall for someone new with all the years she has now. Maybe without drugging them first this time.

#long post #stargate sg1 #reaction post #brief candle #the blonde gal is from corner gas!#i can now sleep peacefully

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fitgothgirl · 1 year

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⬆️ Lovely sunset walk the other day, and the venue of a wedding I went to this past weekend

⬆️ My outfit for said wedding, and more pretty walk views. Not my favorite pic of me but didn’t get a better full body one and I loved my shoes 🥰🕸️🖤 (purchased them a while ago, hadn’t had a chance to wear them yet). The dress and belt were also new!

Hiiieeee I’m still alive. Been enjoying some time away from social media again. Most times I get the compulsion to click on tumblr or Reddit or something, I just click Solitaire or Wordscapes instead. And times when I have clicked on social media have been fairly short sessions before I remember why I stay away.

Of course I do always miss tumblr peeps... 🖤 That’s always the biggest downside of these breaks.

Went to the gym the day before yesterday for yet another “kicking out the cobwebs” session. Last workout was 4/2, and before that my last one was 3/22, etc... Bit of a pattern haha. But I’m already planning to get back today! I don’t want to keep doing this once-every-1-to-3-weeks thing. It’s better than nothing of course but I want to be doing at least twice a week... Ideally 3 times a week, but I’ll take fewer days first while just getting some friggin consistency down.

Therapy is going well, I wish I could see her more than every other week but it’s okay as it is for now. I’m still trying to get my official ADHD diagnosis and am in the process of switching psychiatrists at the service I use. But in the meantime my therapist sent me a couple links to sites for ADHD assessment that she’s pretty sure the psychiatrist will refer me to anyway (therapist and psychiatrist are from the same telehealth service). I tried one and it let me know it’d be a 60-90 minute process that I’d do on my own and then someone would reach out to me to schedule an appointment for me to talk to a doctor. The very first thing of this assessment was a page that just said “In your own words, please tell us more about why you are here, and your long term goals” and it had a blank area for me to type with no character limit... I was like ohhhohohooo wow... Where to begin... They’re going to get an essay from me. But it also just triggered some major overwhelm-shutdown too. The irony of it is great. I’ll need to get in the zone to tackle this, but it did warn me it’d be up to 90 minutes; we’ll see if I even stay within that lol.

Otherwise with therapy, I’ve been good about doing my “homework.” I keep a little post-it on my desk’s hutch near my monitor so I see a bullet point list of the key things for me to remember until the next appointment. Those are my priorities and anything else is just bonus. Some things don’t get done but that’s to be expected - she says if I always did 100% in everything then she’d ask if I was really being honest lmao. But no self-deprecation or guilt allowed!

Weather has been beautiful and I’ve been spending time outside, either in the backyard or going for walks. One thing my therapist brought up with me when I was talking about wanting to get 10,000 steps a day since it’s so good for so many things, was that it’s a little unrealistic to expect myself to suddenly do something every single day when I’m hardly ever doing it to begin with. My Fitbit makes me want to hit daily goals but what other habit changes would I expect to suddenly do daily? Most of the time we try to do new things once or twice a week or whatever. Kind of was like an aha moment for me and helped lessen the guilt of how much I struggle to get that done. So now my daily step goal is 5,000, which is still a little more than I’d get just sitting around all day, so that’s a good goal. And for 10,000 steps, for now I’m aiming to hit that once a week. I’ve dedicated Tuesdays for that. And if I get it more days than that, then great! And I’ve actually gotten 10,000 steps on 5 out of the last 10 days... 😳 Plus another day of 9,000. Funny how that works lol.

We had a slender salamander in our backyard 😭 Look at him legs do steppies!!!! 🥺🥺 Also peep my bf helping take off the thing stuck to him lol. We’re in a moderately dense suburb-ish area so we don’t get much besides some birds and the usual stuff. Wonder where he came from and where he went…

I could probably keep going, but I’ll end this essay here for now lol.

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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Hey! If you write for Penelope Garcia, I'd like to request a nb/gn!reader x Garcia, where the reader is an agent for the cybercrime unit, and the complete opposite of her, style and personality wise (cos she's so outgoing and bright and colourful and cuddly yk). Don't really have a plot in mind, but perhaps a relationship reveal to the BAU fam, who NEVER suspected the two of you. Thank you so much and have a wonderful day, Atlas! <3

Ah thank you! And I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get to, apparently I've been a bit blocked when it comes to writing fanfic aha!

Warnings: none that I can think of :)

Word cout: 833

“I’m so excited!” Garcia cheered, “I have a very special someone for you all to meet tonight!”

JJ and Emily shared a grin, “Who is he?”

“They,” Garcia quickly correctly, voice still light, “Are my partner,”

The team all gave a nod, "Awesome, I can't wait to meet them baby girl, as long as they're treating you right," Derek said with a grin, the rest of the team nodding in agreement.

“Oh they do, they do! They’re the best! I love them so much!”

Derek smiles, “Tell us all about them then, baby girl,”

Her grin turns into a smirk, “I’m afraid that will have to wait until tonight,”

“You’re going to make us wait?” Spencer asks, a small pout coating his lips.

They’re shocked, to say the least, when they see you. You wore all black, no make up, boots with soles that gave you an extra inch in height. Your arm is wrapped around Penelope as you walk, whispering in her ear smiling as she throws her head back and laughs.

When the pair of you reach the group, you unwind your hand from her waist, offering your hand for the team to shake.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N),” You said, shaking their hands.

Spencer’s the first to speak after they’ve all introduced themselves, “What pronouns do you use?”

“They/Them,” You give Spencer a small smile when he nods, committing that to memory. “Yourself?”

You watch curiously as something flashes in his eyes before he says he/him. You don’t think anything else of it, until it’s just you and Penelope chatting with a glass of wine and you notice she needs a refill. “You want another glass?” She nods and you gently take it in your hands, “I’ll be right back,” You give her a quick peck on the cheek before heading over to the drinks table.

“Er, (Y/N)?” You turn around, smiling when you see Spencer.

“Hey,” You reply, quickly pouring a glass before turning to Spencer completely. “You okay?”

“I just wanted to ask a question?” When you nod, he continues, “How did you know you wanted to use they/them pronouns?”

You take a sip of your glass, placing it next to Penelope’s, “Well, I asked someone I trusted to try calling me a different pronoun, see what one’s I preferred the most and went from there.”

You watch as he nods, “Can- Can I trust you?”

“Of course,” You give him a smile.

“Can you try a different pronoun with me?” Spencer asks, “Can you try they/them?”

“Sure! I met Spencer last night, I thought they were really cool!” You say, your voice deepens slightly as you act as the other person in this conversation, “Oh I love them! I found the topics they talk about really interesting.”

You watch Spencer closely, “Can-” Spencer hesitates, “Can you try she/her please?”

“Of course I can,” You make sure your voice is soft, wanting Spencer to feel as comfortable as possible, “I met Spencer last night, she seemed awesome. Oh, I love her, she knows so much about everything and I’m so jealous of her,”

You watch as Spencer starts to smile, face softening, “I think I like she/her better,”

“That’s awesome,” Your reply is immediate and your smile turns into a grin. “Would you like me to use she/her?”

“Please,” She replies, “Not in front of the team though, not yet.”

“Of course,” You reassure before saying: “I’m really happy for you,”

“What are two of my favourite people talking about?” Penelope asks, walking up to the pair of you, taking her glass from the table. You see panic flash through Spencer’s eyes.

“I was just asking Spencer what you’re like at work,” You reply, “And, as suspected, you’re a ray of sunshine!”

Garcia blushes, placing a kiss on your cheek, “I’m heading over to Morgan, I need all the details on him and Savannah!”

“Alright, I’ll be with you in a moment babe,” You laugh and watch as she makes her way over to Derek. “You okay?”

“Thank you,” Is the first thing out of Spencer’s mouth, “I didn’t know what to say. I will tell her eventually, but I don’t know if I’m ready just yet,”

“That’s okay,” You reply, placing a hand on her shoulder, “This is your journey, take it at your own pace, enjoy the beauty of discovering yourself.”

She smiles, “Thank you,”

“That’s alright,” You reply, “Do you know if you like the name Spencer?”

“Yeah,” Spencer replies, “I think it suits me still, even if I do use she/her,”

“Definitely, it’s a beautiful name,”

“I really appreciate you helping me,” She says.

“Hey, no worries, you don’t need to keep thanking me, it’s okay,” You reply, “Now, let’s go have some fun, I need to make sure Penelope’s not sharing any embarrassing stories about me,”

Spencer laughs slightly, shaking her head, “She’ll do it even if you’re there,”

“I know,” You chuckle, “Come on,”

#criminal minds #non binary reader #enby reader #penelope garcia x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #trans spencer reid #trans fem spencer reid #spencer reid #derek morgan #penelope garcia

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namistrella · 2 years

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For a prompt: Snowbaz, E, 6, 🚜 tractor, and T rating!

Hi, thank you for the prompt! This was fun to write :)

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“How is this my fault?”

I want to demand an explanation. I want to wrap my hands around Snow’s neck and make him explain why he’s standing in the middle of my grandfather’s barley field in the middle of the afternoon. I want to push the hem of his sweaty, muddy T-shirt up and see if he’s golden-brown all over or just on the parts exposed, the stretches of freckled skin I can see.

But I don’t do any of that. I just sneer, look down my nose at him, like I’m not just as muddy and filthy as he is. Like I’m irritated that he somehow showed up at the Grimm family farm over summer break. Like I’m not happy about getting to see him sooner than expected, before school starts back up in fall.

“Who else’s fault could it be?” Snow growls.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I say. “Couldn’t possibly be your fault your girlfriend broke up with you.”

That’s all I get in edgewise before Snow’s fists wrap around the straps of my overalls—my father’s old overalls, actually, from when he was my age—and he’s shoving me up against the wheel of the tractor. (I wonder if my mother ever shoved him up against a tractor in them.)

“Agatha broke up with me,” Snow snarls, “because she said I was a bad kisser.”

I can’t help it. I laugh.

“Shut up!”

“Again,” I manage, between laughs, against the press of Simon’s fists on my sternum. I wonder if he can feel my heartbeat with his knuckles. “How is any of this my fault?”

“Because the only other person she’s kissed is you!” Simon yells, scaring a flock of birds in a far corner of the field, sending them scattering into the blue sky.

“You’re certain she hasn’t kissed anyone else?”

“Aha!” Snow shouts with glee, releasing my overalls in favor of jumping back and pointing at me like he’s just solved all the mysteries of the universe. “I knew it! I knew she’d kissed you!”

It’s technically true, though I don’t know what Wellbelove has to rave about, seeing as it was barely a brush of the lips, hardly counted as a kiss at all, and only happened because Dev had dared her to at a party two years ago.

“So what if she did?” I say.

“So,” Snow takes a deep breath and huffs it all out at once, like this is physically painful for him. “So, if Agatha has only kissed two people, me and you, and she thinks I’m a bad kisser, that means she thinks I’m a bad kisser compared to you.”

I think about the kiss with Wellbelove again. Dry, embarrassing, complete lack of chemistry. “You must be really bad at kissing,” I say. “Awful. Horrible. Truly disastrous.”

“You don’t have to rub it in.” Snow shoves me with both hands and my back hits the curve of the wheel. I’m going to have mud all up my back, now. At least it’s not in my hair. These overalls have seen worse.

“Well what do you expect me to do about it? Why are you here, Snow? Why come all this way just to yell at me about it?”

“Because—Because—” Snow huffs again, face turning red. “Because I need you to teach me!”

I choke on my own spit. “What did you say?”

“I need you to teach me.” Snow’s stubborn streak is showing. Now that he’s said it, no matter how utterly ridiculous of an idea it is, he won’t back down. No, his jaw is set and his eyes are flashing and his eyebrows are knit together and—

Fuck.

I’m going to teach Snow how to kiss his girlfriend, aren’t I?

“Okay,” I say, resigned. No use in arguing when he gets like this.

Besides, it’s not like I haven’t been looking for an excuse to kiss him for years.

“What?” Seeing the shock on his face when he clearly didn’t expect me to say yes is another plus.

“I said okay. I’ll teach you how to kiss.”

Snow doesn’t need to know that I have no idea what I’m doing, or that he definitely has more kissing experience than me. I’ve seen movies. I’ve seen Dev and Niall make out before (against my will, but still). I know how kissing works. I can fake it.

I can kiss Simon Snow.

“Yeah. Okay then.” Snow stands up straight, too, takes half a step forward. “What do I do?”

I think about it. If this is my one chance to kiss Snow, how do I want it to go?

“Grab me like you did just now.”

“Like this?” Snow grabs my overalls, pushes me until I’m bent back around the giant tractor wheel.

“Yes.” My voice comes out a little breathless. I’ve always liked the idea of Snow manhandling me, pushing me up against walls and doorframes and—apparently—farming equipment. I clear my throat. “You could also put a hand on my waist.”

“Right.” Snow places a large, warm hand on my hip and leans in. I count the freckles on his nose (there are twelve of them). “Now what?”

“Well, now you kiss me.”

“Duh. I mean how?”

“Don’t think about it too hard,” I say. “Just kiss me.”

Snow huffs, but does just that, pressing his lips firmly to mine. He’s a bit stiff, and he pushes a bit too roughly, and I taste my own blood in my mouth.

Shit.

When he pulls back, I twist my head away and clamp a hand over my mouth, licking at the small split in my lip and hoping my fangs don’t pop.

“That was bad, wasn’t it? Let me try again.”

“A little softer this time,” I say.

He does. Too soft. Too careful. Like he’s afraid to get too close to me.

Like he doesn’t want to.

I push him off. “Too gentle,” I say. “What are you, scared? That barely even counts as a kiss.”

He growls. “First you say it’s too rough. Then you say it’s too soft. How do you want me to kiss you, then?”

“I want you to kiss me like you mean it!”

I see the moment he understands. His eyes widen. His hand tightens around my waist, and the other slides up to grip my hair.

This time, when he kisses me, it’s with a firm but pliant mouth, lips and tongue pushing at mine until I gasp and open for him.

This time, he clutches me close to him and breathes my name and presses closer, closer, closer.

I’m getting mud in my hair.

I don’t mind.

Not when Snow is kissing me like this.

“Baz,” he gasps, and kisses me again. “Baz.” Again. “Baz.”

“Do you mean it, Simon?” I whisper back, in the spaces between kisses.

“More than anything.”

#fic prompts #snowbaz #carry on

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sir-klauz · 1 year

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So awkward seeing some fiction posted that’s creepily similar to your own you’ve been working so hard to create, researched, and such from your own experiences heart and imagination and they’re just throwing it around like it’s theirs with not that much changed about it aside from statement names and such. Well, at least I have my originals thank goodness!

Please check out Orange Juice In The Studio, a love story about a couple residing in a manga artists studio apartment in Spain, and just, couple things, warm, and it’s mature content and smut but also safe nsft and a bit more realistic depictions than some harmful representations of queer men engaging in romance that is trending and getting a lot of bottoms/subs hurt because of people’s refusal to talk about using lubricant and safety and treating an ass like a vag basically which doesn’t self lubricate anyone with experience would know nor enjoy being rawed with zero prep aha unless you like pain and being damaged ! Anyway, that said, that’s why I wanted to write it really, it’s important to me, the real love that happens and consent and boundaries and safety with things some people may not even know what to do because barely anyone teaches us about queer intimacy that people aren’t taught!

The second is definitely just some comedy and funny smut fanfiction for Ayato and Diluc, here’s the link to this, I’ll update ASAP but I haven’t atm as I’ve been a bit busy but hopefully I’ll get some more of that series done soon!

If anyone would like to give feedback please do, I’ve tagged with as many warnings and such as included within both but as always I welcome any tags you’d recommend me adding as I want to 100% communicate with the reader what will be within the story and what is suitable for their tastes and preference, and do not wish to spook anyone etc. as well, the nature of it is mature fiction so includes as such. I truly hope people enjoy it, but please, don’t steal it! I’m struggling enough as it is to keep motivation in writing it, and I will, but I am also not physically well right now so can’t schedule writing as easily as someone who isn’t and I hope to keep bringing my writing to people again. It doesn’t help that my side blog I was promoting it with most got censored the other day so I’ll probably put stuff about updates to chapters and art about it on here now instead, or, on @crimsonyoukai once I get that one up and running to replace my nsfw one.

Please don’t take my stuff, credit a little, or address me about maybe collaborating or something instead. I appreciate inspiration being taken but when it becomes painstakingly almost the same, that’s not okay at all. I don’t get paid for this, this is my art, this is my work, these are my ideas alone, and if it’s fanfiction it’s my ideas based in locations presented in game, or the characters and their basic personality and abilities but otherwise the rest, I’ve made it all up. I’m in pain most days, a parent, and stuff going on and it’s not as easy for me as some to just whip up and do this stuff! I can’t stop anyone but if you do take inspo let me know and I won’t mind of course unless it’s basically the same thing, hell if you liked the story that much just quote as fanfiction. Cripes. Maybe I should take it as a compliment that it was that good it had to be taken as their own. It’s fine. My originals are still up and dated and they are there as proof as well if I go further with it.

#personal #I won’t be posting teasers anymore until it’s released and I’ll only be posting my teasers for Orange Juice on my Bronze tier pixivFANBOX!#orange juice in the studio #ojits #The Lord of Wet and Pyro Princess Adventures #my writing #The Lord of Wet and the Pyro Princess #ayato x diluc #oc x reader #ventauz

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birbliophile · 1 year

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Medicine Cat 100

Little test chapter of a Mob Psycho x Warrior Cats AU based on the one by @mobfrog with a bit of a Bird (me) twist. Why? Cringe is dead and I am free.

Check out mobfrog’s au here! They’re not posting anymore as far as I know but I like the kitty illustrations.

PROLOGUE

“Hey! Hey you, are you awake? Hey! Wake up!”

Peachpaw slowly opened his eyes. Whatever the twolegs had done to him must have been rather powerful—he could just barely lift his head to glare at the source of the offending meows.

“Aha! So you are alive!” A black kitten with gray fur on her chest was standing in front of the strange lattice box he’d been placed in — a cage, was it? She peered at him curiously. “Wow, you look really out of it.”

Peachpaw staggered to his feet, unfamiliar scents flooding his nose. “What…where am I?“ The last thing he remembered was the pain in his leg as he struggled against the twolegs shoving him into a tight space, then something that felt like a sharp bee sting…then nothing.

“You’re in my house,” the annoyingly loud kitten proclaimed, sitting back on her haunches. “My owners found you injured outside and took you to the vet. Luckily it seems like you just sprained your leg.”

Peachpaw suddenly noticed that his back left leg was wrapped in something white and soft. He nipped at it with a growl.

“Hey don’t touch that, you’re still healing!”

“Let me out of this…thing!” Peachpaw snarled, lurching towards the other kitten and clawing feebly at the grid of silvery rods that separated them. “I don’t belong here, I need to go home!”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” the kitten — the kittypet — frowned. “I…you’re gonna be fine, okay? My owners posted a lost cat flyer for you, you’ll be home in no time!”

“I’m not a kittypet,” Peachpaw hissed. “I don’t belong in a stupid twoleg nest!”

The she-cat jerked back in surprise. “You’re…huh?” She tilted her head to the side. “Wait a second…are you…are you a wild cat?”

Peachpaw glared at her. “I’m a Riverclan cat,” he said, trying to stand tall and proud. “My place is in the forest, with my clanmates. Now let me out! My mentor is probably already upset with me for straying from the patrol group, I can’t stay here any longer!”

The kittypet was staring at him in barely-contained amazement. “You’re a wild cat. You’re a wild cat!” She leapt forward, nearly crashing into the silvery mesh between them. “Tell me everything! What’s Riverclan? How many cats live in the forest? Do you eat mice? Do you fight wolves and bears all the time? Who’s your mentor? What’s a patrol? Oh oh oh wait!”

She stepped back as Peachpaw tried to stop his head from spinning. “We haven’t even introduced ourselves! My name’s Tome, what’s yours?”

Peachpaw huffed, his tail curling towards his body as he backed away from Tome. “…it’s Peachpaw.

Tome paced around Peachpaw’s cage. “Wow, that's a funny name. Your paws don’t look very peachy though. They’re more brown.”

“The -paw is just a—nevermind that, just let me out already.” Peachpaw was getting very tired of this.

Tome tilted her head. “If I let you out, will you tell me what it’s like to be a wild cat?”

Peachpaw narrowed his eyes. “Why should I? It’s not like a soft and well fed kittypet would care about the harsh life of a warrior.”

“Oh but I do!” Tome insisted. “I’ve always wanted to be a wild cat. I like my owners and all, but to have the wind at your back, feel the earth under my paws, the relish of freedom…it sounds amazing.”

Peachpaw didn’t know what to make of this odd cat. “You’ve got some bees in your brain, don’t you,” he muttered. “Fine, if you let me out, I’ll tell you all about being a wild cat.”

Tome quivered with excitement. “All right!” She padded up to the cage and reached a paw out, lifting a little latch on the side. The front of the mesh swung open, and Peachpaw immediately bolted out, rushing right past Tome and through the flap at the bottom of the door.

“Wait no! Come back!” Tome yowled, chasing after him. Peachpaw didn’t look back, leaping up over the fence and streaking off towards the forest, heart pounding in his chest. His leg smarted fiercely, but he kept going anyway. Nothing was more important than escaping.

The cries of the kittypet faded away as Peachpaw finally felt soil and leaves under his paws again, and he slowed his pace.

“I’m definitely never going back there,” he sighed, laying down to rest his aching leg.

Suddenly, a soft voice filtered into his ear. The heart of a mole…heart of a mole…

“Oh not this again…” Peachpaw groaned. “I didn’t ask for this! I’m not a medicine cat…”

Listen…listen…peril…the clans…danger

Peachpaw froze. “What?”

Only the heart…save clans…

“What? What will save the clans? What’s the danger?” Peachpaw raised his head and twitched his ears as if that would amplify the voices.

Only the heart of a mole will save the clans.

Silence.

“Hello? Starclan? I…I don’t understand!”

But the voices were gone again, with only the sounds of the forest to keep him company.

Peachpaw rose to his feet shakily. If there truly was danger to the point where Starclan had chosen to warn him, then he had to get home as soon as possible.

“The heart of a mole,” he murmured to himself as he limped towards Riverclan territory. “What does that even mean?”

And what dark peril awaited the clans of the forest?

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 au #mp100 warrior cats au #warrior cats #my writing #my fic #apologies to those who followed me for literally anything else #one of mobfrog's posts had takenaka potentially be a kittypet who hears starclan voices but mine is a lil different #I thought about making up new clan names but couldn't come up with anything good

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